➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13,+18 / M for Mature; appropriate warnings will be applied on each chapter whenever necessary.
➥Cross post | AO3 | Inkitt (coming soon!)
➥ Author’s Note | Originally commissioned by @rm4lyf ; I have decided to release this one as a drabble series to present the timeline more appropriately and make the storyline work. Chapters will be posted weekly.
➥ Music Companion (link to playlist)|The LOFT- Glass Walls //Katie - Thinking Bout You // JERO - With you // Code Kunst - O (feat. Lee Hi) // Dxvn. - Drowning // Ja¥en x District - dying ember // Angelicca - Your Only One // GATS & Oh Genius - Lost In You // Adrian Daniel - Nobody
i can’t believe there’s only one more chapter and we’re done. it has been a roller coaster ride of emotion with this fic. brilliantly written! a story of grief, recovery, moving on, and finding new love eventually. Seokjin with a little girl is adorable!
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13
↳ Warning | involves grief, graphic depiction of tragedy/trauma, graphic depiction of a car accident scene, character death
Looking back, you would sometimes compare your life to the stories that you have read from those romance novels that you have loved so much when you were younger.
You were sixteen when you began to harbour a crush on your brother’s best friend. Both of them had been inseparable since junior high, especially after they both entered the basketball team together, and Aron had always spent a lot of time at your house to allow you to ogle at him at every chance you got.
At first, you had known that it would be impossible for him to reciprocate the feeling that you had for him, and yet you did nothing to stop it when the feeling had developed at some point when you kept on seeing him around. Still, you didn’t think much of it when Aron started spending more time at your house, sometimes stealing his chances to slip away from your brother to be able to see you even if all he did was to tease and joke around with you like an older brother would.
finally finally finally… a look into OC’s past, what a tragedy indeed! No wonder she doesn’t drive and his brother pick her up and drop her off. This just shows that each person has its own healing, healing is not timebound. Each person has their own way of coping up and healing and moving on. For Seokjin its a year, but for OC, no. Up until now she has not opened herself up. Or maybe, it takes the right person? For OC it took Seokjin’s arrival to finally let herself move on and feel something again, while Seokjin it was shorter coz OC was there on the very 1st day.
We are nearing the end, and i wanted so much for them to have their happiness - together or otherwise. They both deserve it.
I can never thank you enough, Dia! this is such an amazing story. I don’t know what you do in your dungeon, but this surpass everything i could ever want or expected. Thank you for not cutting corners. I always tease you about splitting story and about exceeding the word count you yourself has set, but it only shows how dedicated you are to a story.
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13
↳ Warning | mentions of grief, implied/mention of character’s death
↳ Word count | 5,5k words
↳ Author’s Note | A longer chapter with this one (I’m sorry T^T) and another case of splitting a chapter into two to make things work. Roughly edited, so I might return to fix stuff once the story’s completed. I hope you’ll enjoy this one!
You can no longer remember the last time you found yourself in a moment like this. Surrounded by nothing else but warmth that you just want to embrace it forever and curl inside it to hide away from the painful world and never let go.
You had no idea what to expect when you came back from the back kitchen to find your older brother sitting in Seokjin’s booth. Never once had you ever imagined seeing both men sitting together and having a conversation the way they did, but watching it happening right in front of your eyes felt as if you were witnessing both of your worlds colliding together.
And surprisingly, you didn’t find anything wrong with it at all.
finally! thank goodness for Minhyun! i’ve said it before, i will not fault Seokjin for being blind. he just lost his wife and taking care of theor daughter as well. its too much to be honest.
but, finally! we’re going on a dinner! i am so excited for the next chapters.
and hello??? has anyone noticed how Dia split sweet melody into 2? i am not surprise anymore, really. thank you Dia, its just a testament of how much you work hard for every story you put out.
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
It takes another two weeks before Minnie joins Seokjin and his daughter as they return to the cafe. This time, it had been Minnie who requested to go before Seokjin even had the chance to arrange for a special visit where they could all come together.
The moment Minnie suggested for them to go after working hours that day, he could already tell that there was something going on. That something wasn’t quite right.
As a matter of fact, he had noticed a lot of changes happening with his girlfriend for quite some time. Especially since she hasn’t been joining them on their hot chocolate and cinnamon bread dates after what had happened on their last visit to your cafe together.
yesssssss!!! finally!!! we’re almost finish (if Dia behaves & does not spend any time at her dungeon we only have 2 chapters, but knowing Dia she might end up having 1-2 extra chapters more, lol). honestly, i super love the development, Seokin finally realizing things and its ok that he took his time really. i admire Minnie, she wasn’t vindictive or angry at all. it takes so much maturity to read the situation for what it is and to let go peacefully. waiting for this fic was so worth it!
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
Seokjin cannot shake the feeling that he may have gone over his head.
As a father, the only thing that Seokjin has ever wanted was to provide a good life for his daughter. All he ever wanted was to be able to do the best that he could to make sure that his little girl would continue to enjoy her childhood, especially for a child who had been much too young to understand grief the way adults could.
He has kept his chin up and stayed strong for the sake of keeping Soojin happy and teaching her how to be strong, hiding his own wounds while making sure that life will continue the way it should for her to grow up like any other children her age.
He has followed all the steps he had learned as a newly single father, took in everyone’s suggestions and did everything to the T. For everything that he has done, for every choice that he has made, he always made sure that Soojin would always come first.
The first decision that he has ever made for his own benefit was to start a relationship with a younger woman like Minnie.
its not surprising that it took a long time for Seokjin to come to these realizations. He lost his wife and he was grieving, he is not in a good space. Friends have good intentions most of the time, but i think going out on a date when he is not ready muddle his mind a bit, much less start a new relationship. On the other hand, our reader has 3 years to recover, yet she is not done yet. I dont think one can ever fully move on from any kind of loss. But, she is in a much better headspace and i admire her so much for not taking advantage of Seokjin’s situation, you know. I thought she was too late in letting her feelings known but now i realize that she ubderstand what Seokjin is going through coz shes been there before and she knows that he is not ready.
Whenever i read a series of mini series i always get scared coz as much as i want a happy ending i know that an author can go the way of realism, and sometimes that means the main character not getting together. I think that this is one of those story i wont mind if they end up just friends. For me a happy ending for them both is not to hurt that much over their loss, recover from their loss and find their happy ending, with or without each other. Dies that make sense?
Thanks Dia, this story is so much more than i expected. The prompt is something really close to my heart. Though a different loss, its still a loss. Thanks for breathing life into the prompt.
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay in the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or to let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart in pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13
↳ Warning | involves grief, mentions of characters death and traumatic events, emotional battles, slow burn.
Nari’s cheerful voice continues to fill the whole cafe for almost the entire afternoon. Even the whole vibe within the shop feels heavenly today. Inside, the atmosphere feels so light and warm despite the intense cold weather going on outside. You are pleased to find your co-workers showing their smiles constantly as they tend to the customers, and there doesn’t seem to be a sight of unhappy patron sitting in your cafe everywhere you look.
If only you could share all the excitement instead of feeling like you are in a constant slump. It is something that you call as your ‘holiday mood’, where you find yourself constantly in a somber mood which doesn’t fade so easily even as the holiday season comes and goes.
It had been this way last year, and the year before, and you still have no idea just how much longer this feeling would last. Even the calming scent of baked goods and sweets that have brought all these people together to your cafe does nothing to you when it would have been your remedy against your sorrow. Today, however, they are not doing you any good, except for the fact that they simply make you feel like there is a part of you that is missing and the things that you normally treasure could no longer help elevate your mood.
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.
A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Here it is, my last story for this special month, the thirteenth story I promised you guys! And… it’s a OT7 fanfic! I usually prefer to write only for one member at a time, but for this story I wanted something special so I included all of them. The relationship with the reader can be read however you like, be it romantic, platonic or just as a friend! Up to you! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this series and that you like this story for the finale. Love you guys and let me know what you think!
Summary: You take all the members of BTS to go out camping during the Halloween weekend. Just the eight of you. What could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: HORROR! But not quite, just a spooky idea I had and wanted to share! Hope you all like it!
Word Count: 4769
There was a particular difficult issue that you always knew would come up when you first got to know the seven boys of BTS. Getting close to them, befriend them, caring for them would end up being incredibly frustrating during special days, like birthdays or Christmas or Valentine’s Day. And the reason why was simple: they were rich and already had any and everything you could envision them wanting for themselves.
Coming up with gift ideas became so stressful to you, that the boys had to put on an intervention one day and make you promise that you would never buy any of them a present ever again. So, since then, special days were celebrated with kind words and long messages to each other, lots of food and drinks if you could all be together and an overall good time in each other’s company.
And yet, when a friend of yours got a job as park ranger at a beautiful national park with amazing views, you got an idea. That particular park was closed down as they were redoing some of the roads and adding trails for hikers, being safer to just close off access to any pedestrians or campers for the month of October. So, if your friend could get you and the boys into the park, no one would be there to recognize them or bother them. And they had the weekend of Halloween off just in time.
It took a bit of persuading, but it’s not something Taffy hadn’t done before for her friend’s or something you had done for her back in the day. It would be just for the weekend, when no one would be working in construction either way, and she would be at the station in case anything went wrong.
In your eyes, it was the perfect gift you could give them. The boys liked camping, but they only ever did it with a bunch of cameras, never really just by themselves. They have been talking about a trip like this for months. And you could offer them just that.
“Have a good stay up there, babe” Taffy’s voice came in through the walkie talkie she gave you as you met her at the station to come in.
“Thanks, I owe you big time, queen” you radio back at her, a smile on your lips as you look out the van’s window while you continue up the path.
“Yeah, you do. Just watch out for wildlife and new forks in the roads. They haven’t put up the new signs yet” she warns.
“Will do. See you tomorrow.”
With that you decide to keep the walkie in your backpack before you ended up losing it.
“I still can’t believe we are actually doing this!” an excited Taehyung next to you says, a boxy smile and sparkling eyes thrown at you.
“It’s going to be fun. We’ll put up the tents, make a fire and eat some s’mores…” Hoseok chips in, sitting across the table from you with that usual cheery smile of his. “We’ll drink some beers and dance under the stars!”
“Yeah, I don’t know about the smores” Yoongi warns, on the other side of the moving van, body leaning against the window on his side, but looking your way. “We didn’t buy any marshmallows, so unless you packed some, no can do.”
“What?!” Hoseok turns around in his seat to talk to Namjoon, who was currently on the passenger side upfront, next to a driving Jungkook. “Say, Namjoon, did you buy the marshmallows like I asked?”
“Hum? What?” He does his best to turn around in his seat and look at us, but you can only see half of his square jaw and one of his slim eyes as he stretches, short hair covered by a cap.
“The s’mores for tonight” Hoseok persists.
“Oh, crap. Sorry, totally forgot about it!” Hoseok sighs in disappointment, and Namjoon feels guilty about it. “Should I go back and buy some?”
“No, of course not. It’s okay, another time we’ll have some” Hoseok remains positive and smiles brightly again, much to the leader’s relief.
“Yeah, this won’t be the last time we go camping, surely” Jimin, sitting next to Hoseok across from you and Taehyung, comforts him although he didn’t seem to need it any longer. “If I remember next time, I’ll buy you some myself, hyung.”
“How’s it going, JK? Is it much longer?” Jin yells as he leans to try and see the driver from his seat across from Yoongi.
“What?” Jungkook asks back, turning his head towards us slightly but keeping his eyes on the road and hands steady on the wheel.
“How much longer?” Jin repeats.
“The last sign I saw said two miles to the camping ground” he answered.
“Okay, good job!” Jin compliments the youngest.
Soon enough you arrived at the camping site, some bathroom facilities nearby that your friend gave you the keys to use as well some wooden tables and benches. There were tall colorful trees surrounding the clearing where you would all be staying tonight, with a beautiful view to the peak of the mountain, high on the sky, so much further away.
The boys all jump out of the van even before Jungkook managed to shut the engine off, screaming and stretching their legs as they walk outside into the grass and fresh air. Jin and Namjoon both ask you for the keys to the bathroom since they had to go for a while, only for Taehyung to steal them out of your hands and go first, with a shouting angry Jin and an annoyed resigned Namjoon following after.
You help Yoongi and Hoseok taking out all the necessaries in terms of food preparing, while Jimin and Jungkook tried to set the two tents up. When the rest of the members joined, things picked up quickly and you, Jin and Yoongi got a station ready for cooking while the rest of them took care of everything else.
It was early afternoon when you all arrived, but the night was commencing by the time you all sat down to eat. The hours felt like minutes, not a moment passing by in boredom with these boys around. Be it Jin telling you his silly jokes as he sliced the ingredients next to you, Yoongi asking you to taste every dish he prepared multiple times to know if it was good, Namjoon trying his best to help only to look at you with guilty eyes as he holds in his hands a broken part of the chair he and Hoseok were assembling. Hobi laughing about it in disbelief with you. The three younger members all struggling to put up the tents at first, calling you to help them but you only end up stuck under the fabric of the tent when they let it fall on you.
Not a dull moment with them. And so, hours went by like minutes.
By the end of dinner, you are all sited in chairs around the fireplace – Namjoon siting on one that was missing an arm, since he broke it – all watching the starry sky in comfortable silent, interrupted occasionally by a remark or two.
“Thank you for bringing us out here, Y/N. You’re the sweetest” Jimin murmurs in a chair next to you, his hands moving from his lap to brush at the skin of your fluffy arm in a gentle manner.
“Oh, you are welcome, ChimChim. Anything for you guys” you assure him, patting his hand that stays placed on top of your wrist.
“I didn’t think we’d ever get to be out and about like this ever again, just us without cameras, without causing trouble” Yoongi confesses, with a bit of a slur and his accent coming out due to the few beers he had to drink.
“Yeah, me neither. It’s all thanks to you, sweetheart” Namjoon agrees, throwing you a dimpled smile that had you smiling right back at him.
“Guys, please, stop it” you say as you grow a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable.
“Ohh, I think she is blushing! Look at Y/N’s cute chubby cheeks going red!” Taehyung points out, a long index finger pointing playfully your way, a mischievous look in his eyes.
“Maybe the beer is getting to her head only now” Jin proposes in a chuckle, leaning forward to look at you with puffy lips tugging up.
“Shut up! It was only one beer, how lightweight to you think I am?” you try and defend yourself.
“Pretty lightweight if I recall from that night at the karaoke…” Jungkook chips in.
Knowing exactly the night he was referring to, and mortified that he would spill all the embarrassing bits to everyone, you end up taking your slipper and throwing at him. But he just catches it and giggles, throwing it back at you with measured strength.
“Wait, guys, shush!” Hoseok suddenly gasps from the opposite side from you, turning in his chair to look at the woods behind him. “Did… Did anyone hear that?”
“Is your mind already playing tricks on you, hyung?” Jimin questions.
“No, no, I heard something. Like a branch snapping” Hoseok persists, on edge. “A-Are there bears in this mountain or something?”
“You hear a branch cracking and your first thought goes immediately to bear?” Yoongi wonders, not sounding amused. “How about a rabbit, a fox or even a coyote before you think of something like a bear?”
Yoongi did have a point, and nobody heard anything except for Hoseok, but seeing how concern he was, you decide to appease him.
“I’ll call Taffy and ask her about what wildlife we are dealing with, okay, Hobi?”
“Thanks, Y/N, you’re a real angel. Unlike you guys!” He pouts at the rest of the group after throwing you an appreciative look of relief.
“Hey, Taffy, you there?” you say into the walkie-talkie you took out of your bag.
It takes her a minute or two, but she does respond.
“Hello there, gang. What’s up? Already bored?” she jokes.
“Nothing like that. Just wandering, what kind of animals are there in the mountain? We won’t be seeing any bears or anything like that, right?”
“Oh, we had some bears alright” she says through the static and Hoseok yelps while the rest of them widen their eyes at the walkie in your hands. You heart skips a bit in unexpected fright, but then she continues. “But since we are closed, there won’t be any large hairy gay men around any time soon, sorry to disappoint!”
A collective sigh of relief and a chuckle or two are heard around the fireplace and you pursue your lips as you close your eyes, imagining just smacking the back of her head if she was there with you for scaring you like that.
“Very funny, thanks for that” you sarcastically reply.
“No problem, anytime. But yeah, there’s only like foxes and wild cats to watch out for in here.”
“Good to know, we’ll be careful.”
“I see the smoke. You guys around a fireplace?”
“Yeah, we finished eating and we’re just relaxing before hitting the sack. Don’t worry, we’ll set it out before going to sleep” you promise her.
“Alright. Make sure the nine of you cuddle up for warmth, it will be cold tonight” she teases.
You know she is trying to tease and embarrass you, but you frown at what she says with a strange feeling instead. The boys don’t seem to pay it much attention apart from Namjoon and Jungkook, who look at you frowning as well.
“You mean eight. There is eight of us, me and the seven guys” you correct her.
The static goes silent for longer than it should and you realize that you have a bad feeling. Hoseok must have sensed it, cause his expression seems to mimic yours.
“She must have just counted wrong” Namjoon tries to calm you down.
“Hey” Taffy’s voice returns from the walkie and you don’t even realize you are now leaning in the chair, holding the device in front of you for everyone to hear it. “You guys all went down to the fountain to gather water, didn’t you?”
It was Jin who answered, a bit more serious now than he was before.
“Yeah, the buckets would be heavy to carry back to the camping site so we all went to help.”
“There are cameras every ten miles up the path and I saw you in one of them” she explains. “I’m looking at the recording right now and I count nine people walking by.”
A chill runs up your spine and your throat closes in on itself as you feel nauseated. This was not right; something was not right.
“Y/N, get everyone out. Come back to the station, there is someone else in the park!” your friend’s voice commands with assertiveness.
“OH MY GOD! I knew it, I knew it! There is A KILLER in here!” Hoseok starts to panic and, as much as you feel on the verge of terror yourself, you try to remain calm the best you can.
“Hobi, calm down” you say, running to him and placing your hands on his arms, rubbing them up and down through the sweater he had to try and keep him steady.
“Everyone on the van. NOW!” Namjoon orders and it takes less than thirty seconds for everyone to run inside the vehicle and leave all the stuff you had outside behind.
Instead of sitting, everyone seems to be looking out the windows with suspicion, into the dark distrustful woods, all the vehicle’s door locking as the sound of the motor roars to life. Only to stutter and crumble. Seven the heads suddenly snap to the driver’s seat, where Jungkook was again turning the key on the ignition. And the same happened.
“What the hell Jungkook! Get us out of here!” Jimin cries out, showcasing he was just as scared as Hoseok was looking right then.
“I’m trying! The van won’t start!” you can hear the guilt in his voice as he continues to try and try again to start the motor, but it just won’t work.
“We’re sitting prey! WE ARE SITTING PREY!” Hoseok is shaking profusely next to you and you hug him for support. His arms wrap around you as he leans his head against yours and breathes.
“No, we’re not. There was a ranger’s jeep on the side of that cabin next to the toilets, remember?” Namjoon starts, sounding a lot more confident than the clumsy man looked. “If we can get inside that cabin and find the keys, we can drive back to Taffy and wait for the police.”
“That’s IF we can even get to the cabin without encountering whoever is out there and IF we can get in and IF we can find the keys and IF the jeep even works!” Jin points out in a very matter of fact speedy speech that is difficult to keep up with. His nervousness was beginning to show. “How about we just lock ourselves here? Lock the van and wait for rescue? Y/N’s friend must have already called the police by now, we can wait here for them.”
“And be sitting ducks? Hell no!” Yoongi disagrees, biting at his nails before he speaks again. “I’m with Namjoon on this one. Whoever it’s out there, is just one person and there’s eight of us. And we don’t even know if they mean us any harm, they haven’t done anything yet.”
“Except messing with our van” Jungkook sighs irritated, giving up on starting the vehicle. “It worked perfectly before, someone must have messed with the engine.”
“Exactly, which means they wanted us here. They planned for us to stay here so, I say let’s get out there and try our luck with the jeep” Yoongi perseveres.
“You’re assuming they didn’t think we would wander off on our own, hyung! You don’t know! At least here we have four walls between us and whoever is out there, they wouldn’t get in” Jimin objects, sitting down and hugging his knees to his chest.
“Y-Yeah! S-so what if they shut the engine? We s-still have power so we can stay warm all night while they freeze outside!” Taehyung sides with Jimin, speaking for the first time in a while with evident fright in his voice but putting on a stoic front.
“What do you think, Y/N?” Jin asks you, coming to your side and taking your free hand into his while your other one was still around a terrified Hoseok’s back.
“I… I… I don’t know” you confess, completely undecisive. “Both ideas have their pros and cons. I don’t know which would be best, honestly.”
“Well, we do need your keys to try and get into the cabin. You still have the set of keys Taffy gave you, don’t you?” Namjoon asks.
“Oh, yeah, in my pocket” you say as you take them out. There were two other keys besides the ones for the toilets. “You think one of them is for the cabin?”
“Must be, right? It would make sense to have them all in one set if they’re next to each other.”
“I say let’s split up” Yoongi suddenly declares.
“What? That’s the worst idea, have you ever seen a horror movie?” Jungkook refutes. “We should all stick together, keep each other safe.”
“Well, we can’t seem to reach an agreement on what to do and we’re just wasting time. And this is not a horror movie, Jungkook, this is real life. We need to make our move and fast” Yoongi counters back.
“Let’s vote. Who wants to stay on the van?” Namjoon questions.
Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung immediately raise their hands.
“Okay, who wants to try and get to the jeep?”
Namjoon and Yoongi raise their hands. Both Jin, Jungkook and you stay neutral, unsure of what to pick. But Yoongi was right, you had to make your move sooner rather than later. So, with a deep breath, you go and stand between Namjoon and Yoongi, your decision made.
“I want to try and get out of here. Siting here, doing nothing, just creeps me out. I’ll go with them.”
“No, Y/N!” Jimin pouts with worry and stretches his arm to pull on yours, but you shake your head. Seeing his sad expression, you take his face in between your hands and peck at his forehead.
“If we get to the jeep, we’ll come back for you so we can all leave this place together. No one gets left behind” you promise them.
“I’ll go with them too” Jungkook decides, getting up from his driver’s seat and joining the group. A protective hand lands on your shoulder and you feel a little bit better.
“Then I’ll stay on the van. Keep an eye on them” Jin decides.
“Okay, that’s settled. Everyone, we’ll open the door, gather our things and we’re running” Namjoon says.
“I bet Yoongi is wishing he stayed in the van right now” Jin teases to which Yoongi just scrunches up his small nose. He wasn’t much of a fan of running and neither were you, but you both would have to for now.
“Stay safe, all of you” Taehyung wishes, coming in for a hug. You hug him back and try not to let negative thoughts go over your mind.
“I better hear the motor of the jeep coming soon, okay?” Hoseok asks, obviously nervous for you all.
“We’ll be right back” you promise again, rubbing his arm up and down before leaving.
Jimin holds your hand again, not wanting to let you go, but giving up once you move out of reach. Jin opens the door for all of you to step out and kisses the top of your head before you descend from the van.
You grab your backpack and it’s on.
All of you run towards the cabin, staying close to one another and away from the edges of the woods where there was no light. It was like any shadow could be someone, hiding, ready to strike. But there were four of you. People used to say there is strength in numbers. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to testing that.
The cabin was not particularly far, but in the context of the situation you were in, it felt like a continent away. The seven hundred feet distance took much too long for comfort, with the night sky darkening with each step. The running footsteps of the four of you were so loud you couldn’t tell if someone was following you. You just kept going, trying not to slow down the group with your poor running speed, especially with Jungkook staying right behind you.
When the cabin was just a few feet away, when you struggled to get the keys out of your pants’ pockets while you ran, that’s when you all heard it. A faint noise of glass being broken. And screams.
“Oh my God, oh my God…” you whisper with a trembling voice.
All of you stopped in your tracks as you look back at where the screams were coming from. From the van. Something happened in the van.
“Fuck! Jungkook, stay with Y/N and get to the cabin! Find that key and meet us by the van, we have to go back and help them” Namjoon orders in an almost shouting command, those dark and bushy eyebrows pulled so closely together in apprehension and fear that they almost meet at the bridge of his nose. He was trying to remain brave, but he was just as scared as you all were.
“N-No! I need to go to! We need to help them!” you refuse, already trying to walk back to the van, but Jungkook’s arms come around your shoulders and he keeps you pressed to him while you struggled.
“Focus, Y/N! Me and Yoongi are going back, you two go get the car. NOW!”
They were already running back as he speaks, decision already made despite your aching heart. The youngest members pulls you along with him to the cabin, even as your head remains looking back, heart at your throat and praying to any God out there that they were all fine. That everything would be all fine.
“C’mon, Y/N… I’m sorry but we need to get the car and fast.” Jungkook presses, one hand around your back keeping you running forward to the cabin.
“T-They are okay, r-right?” you force yourself to speak despite the lump on your throat. “They can’t b-be… be hurt…”
Your voice ends up dying in your mouth as he looks away with clenched jaws, not able to give you the response you wanted. Not having a response to give, probably being just as terrified as you were. All of his hyungs were back there in danger, relying on him and you to go and get them out. With that in mind, you force yourself to focus on your tasks again.
You try the first key on the lock and it doesn’t fit. Hands shaking, you try the second key. It goes in. You turn it on the lock and a nervous and relieving chuckle escapes you as the mechanism of the latch opens.
“Okay, okay!” you utter as you open the door and get in.
“Right, search for the key of the jeep! Quick!”
Letting go of him, you start searching the small cabin. Every drawer, cabinet, even under the rug gets searched. The plan was cemented around finding this key and getting to the jeep. The key had to be here, it just had to be. You went into the bathroom, even rummaging through the med kits in hopes it was somehow lost in there. It came to you then, that you still had the walkie talkie with you in the bag.
“Kook! I’ll try to ask Taffy on the radio again” you yell out to him, already taking the walkie out of your bag. “Taffy, can you hear me? Taffy, are you there?”
There’s only static. And silence.
The back of your neck breaks into goosebumps. It was silent. The cabin had gone absolutely dead silent. Not a single step, not a single breath, not a single movement was heard.
“Kook?” You step out of the bathroom slowly, wide restless eyes searching around the hallway and peering into the bedroom next to the restroom. Much to your terror, no one’s there. “… J-Jungkook?”
No one answers. You voice cracks as you call for him when walking into the dark living room, tears of distress gathering at your eyes that strained to see with only the moonlight coming in through the windows. The white light bounced off the furniture, the sofa and cabinets and the table. But no Jungkook. There was no one at the cabin. You were suddenly all alone.
“Oh no… oh no…” you whisper into the darkness, completely frozen as you don’t know what to do anymore.
Your body crumbles beneath you and you feel at a complete lost. So, you just do what you’ve been avoiding all this time: you break down and cry. It starts in small sobs but soon you are drenching your hands as they hide your face, crying your heart out.
“CODE RED! CODE RED!”
It all happens so fast you can barely keep up. Eight figures jump out from behind the large sofa on the other side of the room, a loud bang releases a bunch of confetti suddenly into the hair and someone crunches down in front of you with a hand on your shoulder. Through your tears, it takes you a while to realize it’s Jungkook.
“W-What?” is all you manage to say as you sob.
“Damn it, guys! I told you this would make her cry!” a voice you recognized too well says. It was Taffy, standing among the boys with a tray of food in her hand.
“Hey, Y/N, it’s okay, you’re okay” Jimin, who came to squat down next to Jungkook and took your hand into his, says in a calming sweet voice.
“But… the van and the screams…” you whisper back, your brain trying to make sense of the mess you found yourself in.
“Sorry, sunshine! We didn’t mean to scare you this much!” Hoseok apologizes. “Someone dropped a glass cup while we waited and it scared me, so I may have screamed a bit too loud.”
Hoseok shoots a look at Jimin, who whispers another ‘sorry’ to you. Your eyes wonder around all of them and you find yourself staring blankly at Jin, who just shrugs.
“Happy Halloween?” he expresses.
“We may have gone a bit overboard. But we were also trying to prove a point! We agreed to not get each other gifts anymore and you went ahead and planned all of this for us. So, we planned something for you too” Namjoon starts explaining.
“We definitely over did it. She’s crying, hyung!” Taehyung points out, with a guilty expression.
“Yeah, we’re not the best at coming up with a plan at the last minute like this. All of this was just supposed to spook her, not terrify Y/N like this. And there should have been a lot less running!” Yoongi complains.
That brings a chuckle from everyone except you, as you are still processing it all.
“S-So… So, this was all fake? To scare me for Halloween?” you sum up their explanation the best your jumbled brain could.
The guys and your friend all share a look, before answering you in unison.
“Yes.”
Slowly, you stand up, your bulky legs no longer shaking, eyes closed as you inhale deeply and exhale soundly. When you open your eyes again, there are eight pair of worried ones staring at you. And you only had one thing to say.
“I hate all of your stupid faces!”
It’s a lie and they all know it. To apologize and earn your forgiveness, you are suddenly pulled into a group hug by the boys while your friend turns on the lights of the cabin and prepares the fireplace.
You spend the rest of the Halloween night hearing all about their malicious plan, the preparations and outrageous ideas they came up with before settling on this one. You never thought you would be grateful to only have gone through this situation until you heard some of their ‘spookier’ concepts they had. And, although you wouldn’t admit it to them, this would be the Halloween you would tell everyone about until your old years to come. It would be the most memorable Halloween of your life.
➭ “Kim Seokjin is everything you don’t want in a man. Cocky, full of himself and oh so annoying. And that’s what makes him the perfect fuck buddy. Because it’s not like you could ever see him as anything more than a heartless player… right?”
*warnings: dom!jin, hair pulling, lovebites, derogatory dirty talk, sex in a semi-public place, voyeurism, light edging
“This… is your son?” You turn to your boss, William Hong.
Your mouth dries up, your heart quickens in your chest. You glance over at Seokjin, whose usual cocky expression has slipped under his father’s steely gaze.
William Hong doesn’t miss the perceptible shift between the three of you, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. He raises one steely grey eyebrow and nods, a curt, brisk nod.
“Yes, it is. This is Seokjin. My son…” He begins, and your eyes flicker back up to meet Jin’s. You are half expecting to see him staring at you with that signature overconfident smirk dancing on his lips, an eyebrow quirked. But instead, he is staring down at the ground, an unreadable expression marring his handsome features.
“…And the one who will be stepping up as CEO in my place.”
Your eyes widen, you cough on your champagne, spluttering out for breath. A few of your other colleagues around you pipe in, asking William Hong questions about when he plans to retire, what his plans are in terms of advancement and progression in the next five years but you barely notice, your eyes zeroing in on Seokjin. He just stares at you, then gazes at your champagne glass and your flushed face.
“Smooth,” He mouths and your eyes narrow.
“Sorry, will you please excuse me?” You cut in to the conversation and paste a polite smile on your face, William Hong nods, already disinterested in you and focused on one of the men in the small group instead. You shoot Seokjin a pointed glare and a jerk of your head as you step away from the group.
Within moments, Seokjin is by your side, his hands in his suit pant pockets.
“Well well, fancy seeing you here-”
“What the hell Seokjin?” You hiss, whirling around so that you are facing him. “You’re William Hong’s son?”
Seokjin just raises an eyebrow at you, a bemused expression on his face.
“Yeah, and you’re one of the lawyers on his case.” He sighs. “Which speaking of. You poor soul.”
You ignore him, your voice presses on, rising upwards in urgency.
“Did you know that I was working on his case?”
Seokjin’s eyes crease in confusion. “No, how could I have known-”
“This is just fucking great then,” You interrupt, your voice harsh. “I mean, fuck, we’ve… we’ve slept together-”
“So?” Seokjin interrupts, the amused expression slipping away from his face.
He turns, puts his glass of champagne down on a nearby table and faces you. “What does that have to do with anyth-”
“It’s a conflict of interest!” Your voice pitches up in irritation and Seokjin just stares at you, bewildered.
“A conflict of interest?” He repeats in a tone that drips with disbelief. “Please tell me you’re joking. We’re fuck buddies, I wouldn’t exactly call that grounds for a conflict of interest. Relax Y/N. Take a chill pill, do some bikram yoga or something, Jesus H Christ.”
You glare at him, a scowl twisting on your lips. “We were explicitly told that if any of the lawyers hired to represent Mr Hong – your father – had any personal connections to him or the case we’d be taken off, and I need this case, I need to make partner in the firm-”
Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Are you always this serious? It’s not that deep Y/N, God.”
“Well I wouldn’t expect you to get serious about anything or understand that some people have to work for their careers and don’t get everything handed to them by their fathers, but newsflash Kim Seokjin, some people actually have to work in life and don’t get fed with a huge fucking silver spoon every morning.”
Your words come out harsher than expected and a slightly stunned expression flits over Seokjin’s face before he narrows his eyes, steps closer to you.
“What is yourproblem?”
You open your mouth, a thousand things ready to come out – that this is just your luck, that this is his fault, that this is the world’s fault. That you’re on the case to defend his father but you are certain without a doubt that he’s guilty. That your entire career is hinging on this one case. That you never pictured yourself being involved with someone like the son of William Hong, let alone fucking that same someone, being in a casual sex arrangement with them… that this entire arrangement was supposed to be no stirings attached, easy, effortless.
Your spine prickles but before you can speak, Seokjin glides in cleanly, his stare steely.
“You didn’t seem to have a problem last week when you were on your knees for me in your fancy ass shower.”
Your eyes widen as two corporate people behind Seokjin’s eyes widen and they back off.
“Seokjin!” You hiss, lowering your voice, “People heard-”
Seokjin rolls his eyes dismissively. “So what? They’re like a hundred years old, I’m sure they know about the birds and the bees for fuck’s sake-”
You whack him on the shoulder. “Why are you immature?”
“Why are you so uptight?”
You both stand there glowering at each other. You force yourself to calm down, lowering your tone and trying to ignore the urge to punch him right in his pretty face. You look around you, at the event hall - it is bustling with corporate people, some faces you don’t recognize and some you do - amongst those your company coworkers, including Namjoon and Minho.
“Is there somewhere we can go to… talk about this? Somewhere that isn’t in the middle of the gala?”
Seokjin stares at you defiantly, rolls his eyes.
“Yeah.” He mutters and turns, walking away. He glances behind his shoulder, glaring at you. “Are you coming or not?”
You seethe as you follow him as he weaves his way through the crowd and down a corridor nearby. He reaches a set of swinging doors and pushes through, revealing an industrial kitchen.
“So what do you want to discuss then?” Seokjin asks as you walk through the doors, he turns and props his hands on his hips, glowering at you. “If you ask me, you’re completely overreacting-”
“I’m not overreacting,” You interrupt in an even tone. “If I had known that you were related to William Hong in any way, let alone that you were his son, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this-”
“What?” Jin’s words are sharp at the edges as he takes a step closer to you. His eyes are flashing, his eyebrows pinched in a glare.
“Are you really trying to tell me that you never would’ve slept with me if you’d known?” He lets out a derisive snort and your shoulders go rigid, a whip of irritation snaps up your spine.
“I wouldn’t have touched you with a ten foot pole,” You say in an icy tone, your eyes narrowed as you lean in closer.
Much to further your irritation, Seokjin doesn’t look remotely offended – instead, he just lets out a deliberate, disdainful scoff. Takes another step closer to you, smugness etched in the stare he directs at you.
“I find that hard to believe when you were the one begging for me to fuck you. That is how it all went down, no?”
Your lips twist into a scowl, you reach up and push against his chest with your palms. His chest, broad and solid beneath your hands, doesn’t even move and inch and all it does is clutch at the knot of frustration balling up inside of you.
“I fucking hate you,” You say as venomously as possible, “You are the most selfish, conceited person I have ever met in my life.”
He is breathing heavily, you realize – the only break in his composure is the ragged rise and fall of his chest beneath your palms. His eyes are darkened and glossy, his lips parted with each thin breath.
You realize suddenly that Seokjin is standing close to you – so close to you. Your face tilts up to his, only inches apart, enough so that you can see the flutter of his lashes as he blinks rapidly, the muscles in his jaw clenching. So close that you can smell him, and moreso, you can feel the flash of heat that crawls up your thighs when you inhale in his scent – masculine and woody and with a hint of sage, so utterly Seokjin that you can’t help but tremble.
Your palms are still flat on his chest, frozen this entire time, but now they slowly trail down until they rest right on his stomach. You can still feel each of his breaths from underneath your hands, and through the thin cotton of his business shirt you can feel his taut muscles.
Your breaths are growing more shallow too, with the air between the two of you feeling thick, time oozing into a subspace that seems to last both forever and nothing at all… and all you can think about is how warm and solid his body feels beneath your fingers, dwell on how good he smells, locked in intensity seared through the glare he is directing at you.
You feel it – a stirring deep in your belly, the slow and intentful thud that begins to ache between your legs. The barest of whimpers escapes from your lips and Seokjin’s eyes flicker.
“You fucking hate me?” Seokjin murmurs. His voice is hoarse, his words thickened, and it’s so far from the usual composed, annoyingly self-assured Seokjin that you are so used to, that you pause.
He stares straight at you, his eyes are still stormy, his jaw still tight – but his gaze is intent and focused. You swallow as his eyes trace down to your lips. The way he stares at you makes you fucking ache. You watch as his tongue darts over his bottom lip, at the bob of his Adams apple in his throat.
Your mind is empty of everything but an acute awareness of the prickle over your skin, the anger still surging through your bones, that desperation that is beginning to knock heavy deep between your legs.
You don’t have any thoughts that you can coherently pinpoint, except for one: you need him, and you need him now.
“Yep,” You manage to say, inching forward another centimeter. You can feel his breath on your face and you want to press yourself against Seokjin, to close the space. “I do.”
Seokjin doesn’t react, he just arches an eyebrow. “And how do you suppose I feel about you?”
The moment the words spill out of his lips something consuming and almost desperately animalistic snaps inside of you. You aren’t sure who is first- you or him, but somehow your lips collide against his.
There is nothing slow or careful about this, you are kissing him hard, messy intense kisses that have you both breaking apart for split seconds of air and then connecting again. He presses hard against you with nips and licks, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth. You melt into him, you moan soft utterances of his name and ‘fuck’ into his kisses.
You nibble against his bottom lip and relish the strained mutters that escape from his throat, your bodies slam against each other, his hips angling against yours.
You break apart from your kisses to breathe, but Seokjin doesn’t stop – he mouths hungrily against the slope of your neck and you tilt your head back and feel a shudder of heat through your body from the friction of his lips against your skin.
His lips catch around the most sensitive spot on your neck, his fingers locking around your jaw and hoisting upward so that the entirety of your neck is exposed for him. You are desperate, you crane your neck upwards and whine at the feeling of Seokjin pressing hard, slow kisses against you, his teeth grazing teasingly over your skin before he latches down and sucks hard.
You moan beneath him, at the heady feeling of it – his hand against your jaw, his lips sucking a neat bruise on your neck. You feel the vibrations of your voice against his mouth, and your thighs squeeze together in an attempt to relieve the throb in your core.
“You’re so needy already,” Seokjin grunts, you can hear the smirk in his words and then you feel his lips against your neck again, his other hand rests on your inner thigh.
It’s so intense and so damn good that everything hones in to the feeling of the pressure on your neck and you can’t breathe, you just want, want, want.
You are faintly aware of the labored whimpers that are falling out of your mouth and you try to rein them in, Seokjin just chuckles. He moves up until his lips are right there in the dip of your neck underneath your jaw, and he mouths at the skin there- nipping delicately at your pulse point before his lips fall by your ear.
“I love hearing you,” He breathes, his fingers uncurl and your head falls forward.
“Please,” You whimper out and Seokjin chuckles again, growls out your name. His voice is low and like liquid velvet- so self assured, so smooth, and you are melting around them like butter.
Seokjin’s lips linger by your ear, his hand is still resting on your inner thigh and you are so fucking wet that you can feel it, damp and uncomfortable.
“Just like I said… you’re already begging for my dick.”
You wriggle in place, something right in the centre of frustration and arousal is dancing over your skin as Seokjin’s hand clamps around your upper thigh, he squeezes hard. You gasp, bite down on your lower lip, squeeze your eyes shut.
“Shut up,” You mutter, but your words come out breathless and desperate. It’s taking all of your concentration not to beg for him, to not relent to the wet throb between your thighs. “Shut thefuck up,” You repeat for emphasis, your tongue curls around the word fuckand then Seokjin’s fingers are by your neck.
You can feel it- his fingertips grazing right by your collarbones, his fingers curling so light and loose around the base of your neck that your eyelids flutter open.
“Such a dirty mouth,” Seokjin clicks his tongue, you feel his thumb ghosting over your neck and you wonder what the lovebites look like. It sends a ribbon of lust through you, the thought of Seokjin’s lips sucking against your neck, the heart shaped mottled kiss against your skin.
“Like you can talk,” You pant out and Seokjin just hums in response.
He is staring right at you and the look in his eyes one of pure want, his fingers are still gripped around your thigh, hard, and you can feel the weight of his hand there so close to your slit. Seokjin’s eyes are narrowing in the corners in a hungry kind of way that has something intense and desperate racing through you as his fingers tighten just a touch around your neck- enough to have you tilting your hips urgently in an attempt to be closer to his fingers.
“So needy,” Seokjin murmurs into your ear and his words are like molten silk.
He moves swiftly, you can his breath fanning over your skin as he moves downward, following his fingers as he pulls the straps down of your dress over your shoulders.
You wriggle out of the top half of your dress and let out a small shuddery sigh when the fabric gathers around your ribs, revealing just your lacy black bra.
Seokjin’s eyes fall unabashedly on your breasts, he is unapologetically staring at you, and you watch with a concoction of pride and lust as he licks his lips, stiffens his shoulders, and your eyes flicker down to see there, in his neatly pressed suit pants – the tent of his thick, hard cock.
He’s so fucking hot.
You hadn’t realized the words have slipped out of your thoughts until Seokin’s eyes keen up to meet yours, dangerously, wickedly confident as he reaches behind you and unfastens your bra. It falls to the floor, and you try to press your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the knocking between your thighs but the hand on your thigh stops you in place.
Seokjin lets out a soft, barely audible groan and you can feel his breathing against your breasts, your nipples hard and stiff as Seokjin gazes right at you and kisses down on the curve of you- mere centimetres away from your nipple.
You let out a pitchy cry at how close he is. Je finishes his kiss with a swirl of his tongue against your skin, so close to your nipple that you try again to press your thighs together – but once again his fingers keep your thighs separated.
Your heart is beginning to slam erratically in your chest, your blood feels hot and heavy and you want him so badly that you feel drenched in it.
Seokjin’s gaze is lidded and his eyes are dilated as he kisses you again, lapping up his kiss with another swirl of his tongue that has you moaning.
“So needy,” He sighs, and you can feel his words ghosting over your nipple and you let out a whine, nodding desperately.
“I am,” You moan out, Seokjin doesn’t respond, he just kisses your skin again and licks, slowly, his tongue tracing around your nipple.
“You are,” Seokjin repeats, “Such a good needy slut for me.”
Your entire body locks up, twitches in arousal… and then he presses his tongue wetly against your nipple.
The sudden pressure has you stiffening, he flickers over your nipple with the tip of his tongue and you moan hard before he pulls away to survey your face experimentally. His hair is in his eyes, his cheeks slightly flushed, his shoulders straining against his white dress shirt. He looks frustratingly good, his face by your breasts gazing up at you.
Before you can react he leans in and his tongue is presses flat against your nipple again.
This time, he isn’t slow, he doesn’t tease – his hand flits up from where it’s been locked around your thigh and he grabs at your breast, squeezing you hard as he sucks hard on your nipple.
“Fuck,” Your voice is shaky, desperate and Seokjin moans into you, his other hand reaches up and squeezes your other breast, his thumb massaging over your hard nipple and offering you some relief.
You press your thighs together, letting out a shaky moan as your hands move forward to skim over his broad shoulders. You can feel the ripple of his muscles as he moves, sucking your right nipple with swirls of his tongue and squeezes of his hands.
There is no gentleness in his touch, he grabs at you and the pressure of his tongue and lips on your sensitive nipples is so hard that it almost hurts. It feels good, so good that you keen against him, cries strangling into moans.
“Can’t forget this one,” He murmurs, his voice is husky as he flicks his tongue over your left nipple and your hands move up from his shoulders to his hair.
Your fingers entangle in his roots and you pull hard, hard enough to elicit a delicious kind of moan from Seokjin’s throat and hard enough for you to subconsciously squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to ease the hard and painful ache in your wetness.
“Fuck me,” You beg out, “Fuck me, please, I need you Seokjin, God, please fuck me…” You are begging for it, the thought occurs to you that you are needy, youarebegging for his cock. But you need him inside of you so badly that you want to beg for it, to plead.
Seokjin keeps his lips latched around your nipple as he reaches down and tugs your dress hard- gathering it roughly in his hands and shoving it until it gathers around your knees. You step out of your dress, he stands and grabs at your waist, pulling you in close.
He kisses you slowly– and you kiss back, his tongue prying into your mouth and kissing into you sweet and long. You bite down into his bottom lip desperately because you don’t want slow, you want hard and fast, and his teasing is winding you up when you are already so tightly wound.
Seokjin smirks into your mouth, and you feel his palms grab at your ass and squeeze, the slap he lands there, him holding your body so tight to his that you feel like you are going to burst, so crammed full with want.
You pull back breathlessly from him, your lips already forming around the shape of his name. But before you can speak his hands spin you around, hard.
You gasp as your palms catch your weight against the kitchen counter in front of you. Seokjin is behind you, his lips at your ear, his body pressed against yours.
“Such a good girl,” he croons, you can feel his hard cock pressed against your ass and you moan, tilting your head back as he reaches in front of you. His hands grab at your breasts and his fingers wrap around the base of your throat. You moan louder, enjoying the feeling of the vibrations of your voice against the palm of his hand, you push back so that your ass grinds against his cock, working into his lap and enjoying the throaty groan that escapes his lips.
“So fucking hot,” He moans desperately, his composure slipping a touch. “Grinding your ass into me like such a naughty fucking slut, mm…” His hand flutters down, grabs your hips and he grits into your ear, “You want me to fuck you from behind don’t you baby? Such a good view of your ass like this, God…” He lets out a grunt and you moan in affirmation.
“I do, please Seokjin, please, fuck me like this, bend me over…” You press harder into his hard cock with your words and he laughs, a dark, low sound.
“You’re such a tease…” his voice trails off as his fingers hook round your underwear and he shoves them down, not even bothering to pull them off all the way – they restrict around your thighs. The bare air against your wet pussy has you trembling at the anticipation of how close you are to getting what you want.
“Hurry up and fuck me, please Jin. Please.” You beg out, and you hear it, the zip of his pants, the sound of the fabric falling to his ankles. You hear the rip of a condom wrapper and a few seconds of him focusing, rolling it over his length and then tossing the empty packet on the counter.
The mental image of it- Seokjin with his dress shirt and strong thighs, black underwear and pants by his ankles as his hands grab at your hips has you letting out a loud whimper.
Seokjin reaches down and swipes one finger cleanly down your slit, he and you both hiss in for breath. “So soaking wet…” he moans, and you hear it, him sucking his finger clean, tasting you.
“Your cunt tastes so sweet, baby…” He leans in and his voice is right by your ear. “Do you want me?”
You nod urgently, you arch your head back and feel Seokjin’s lips at your ear, his hands digging into your hips.
“How badly?”
“So badly,” You pant out.
“Really?” Seokjin tuts, pulls out teasingly and you gasp at the absence of him, your thighs clench, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” You grit out, your breathing quickening in desperation, “I want you, I’ll do anything Seokjin, please, please fuck me-”
“How hard do you want me to fuck you then?” Seokjin asks, and you can feel it- the tip of his cock grazing at your entrance. You are clenched, tensed, and your breath is desperate. You ache from head to toe. Seokjin kisses at your temple, your shoulder, humming against your skin.
“So hard,” You mutter out, your tone complaining, “I want you to fuck me so hard, please…”
“I love hearing you beg for me,” He hums. “I play it back in my head all day.” You tremble. “You know, I could fuck you so hard baby,” He says softly, slowly. “So hard that I’ll have you screaming out my name, so deep and so good that you’ll be thinking about it all week…”
You shiver at the words and nod, pant out a “Yes,” because that is all you can muster. You need it, you are so fucking close that you might explode, you need it you fucking need it and¬-
Seokjin slides his cock into you. Your thoughts slam to a violent stop. Seokjin is inside of you, so hard and so deep that you gasp.
He doesn’t wait, you feel the stretch of your pussy and you groan, he pauses for a moment as you adjust to the feeling, his arms holding you, his lips stamped on your shoulder… and then he starts to thrust.
“Fuck!” you cry out, loud, any resolve you had to be quiet has flown out of your head because Seokjin is fucking you, hard. It feels so good, so full and he draws deeper into you with each heavy snap of his hips against yours. Hard and at a pace that is fast but not too fast- at a pace that has you feeling breathless and giddy in the best possible way, the ache subsiding with each long, intense sloppy thrust of his cock, hard and deep inside of you.
You can hear it, the slap of skin against skin, the groans that are falling out of his mouth, him kissing hungrily against your neck and ear and your shoulder.
You are bent over the counter at this point, not strong enough to keep yourself up as Seokin crooks his body over yours. Seokjin moves so that he is holding you upward with one arm as he continues fucking into you, he insistent and domineering and you feel like you are going to be swallowed up in it, with how good it feels.
“Jin, fuck, Jin, fuck, Jin oh my fucking God…” You are chanting out his name and choruses of ‘fuck’ and ‘fuck me’ without any control. Seokjin growls into your ear and slams into you again, edging upwards as you both let out moans that synchronize into one loud, sinfully dirty sound.
“I’m close…” You whine, and Seokjin laughs, he pushes down on your back unti your breasts touch the cool kitchen counter and his fingers entangle into your hair.
“Good girl…” He grunts out, and then he pulls you up again carefully so that you are upright. His fingers grip at the roots of your hair and then he pulls.
“Do you have any idea how hot you look bent over this kitchen counter for me, screaming out my name nice and loud so that everyone in that boring party can hear?” His voice is low and silken and you whimper. You whimper, from the sting on your scalp and the feeling of his cock pushing into your pussy with intense thrusts singing through you.
You are riled up, desperate, so dizzy and so aroused and so full that you need a release, you’re so close to a release…
Seokjin tugs hard against your hair again and kisses the nape of your neck, pain and pleasure entwining as you feel your climax start to build, fast and sharp and intense. Seokjin arches his hips so that he fucks into you at a different angle, you stiffen, something inside of you curls, so close to snapping, and you let out a fevered, desperate, “Yes, right there, please don’t stop, please don’t stop…”
Seokjin obliges, keeping his angle and pushing into you deeper with an intense thrust of his cock, and your breath rushes in. He pulls harder on your hair, wrapping more of it around his fist, murmurs out a “Come around my cock baby girl, that’s right, be loud for me you know it gets me so fucking hard, you get so me so damn hard…” right into the shell of your ear and you let out a shuddery cry. Your body collapses forward as you cum hard and desperate against his dick.
You are loud, so loud and the moans that are coming out of your mouth are obscene almost. But you don’t care- the release is gratifying and warm and electric all at once and it’s all you can focus on.
The orgasm is still shuddering through you, Seokjin slows for a beat before his arm wraps around your shoulders and he carefully hoists you up.
“How do you feel?” He asks, and you just let out a blissful murmur in response.
“Fucking amazing,” You breathe out. Seokjin hums delightedly at that, kisses against your shoulder blade smooths out your knotted hair.
“Can you take more?” He murmurs in your ear and you nod, your orgasm still rippling through you as he chuckles in your ear, “I’ll go easy on you.”
He keeps smoothening over your hair with his hands as he positions his cock at your entrance again, enters you. You let out a strangled moan at the feeling of it, Jin lets out a soft sigh as well.
“You felt so good, cumming around my cock like that,” He murmurs in a satisfied tone, his thrusts are slow. He is grinding his cock upwards and you feel a tingle of a deeper seated arousal from his careful push of his cock deeper into your walls.
“You tasted good earlier,” He adds, you clench involuntarily, feel another fresh ripple of want chase through your body. “I want to taste you properly when we have more time, have you sit that pretty cunt on my face so I can eat you out until you can’t see straight…”
You let out a whine in earnest and realize that you are pressing against him again, arching your back into him, wanting more, asking for more.
Seokjin chuckles into your neck. “You want more?” His voice is confident, and your take a deep breath, whisper out a “yes,” because you do.
You don’t know what it is about each touch of Seokjin’s fingers against your skin, each press of his lips to your hot skin, that has you a wreck with want each time.
“You’re such a sexy little-” Seokjin starts, but stops as the door swings open loudly.
“I heard sounds, is everything okay- oh!”
The two of you freeze for a second and gaze upward, you register a faint flicker of shock as you take in ther interruption– Namjoon stands there, his jaw falling open in shock as he takes in the sight in front of him.
Seokjin clears his throat before you can react. He doesn’t stop, instead he moves. His hips return to their usual pace, thrusting into you. He tilts his hips upwards calmly and hits that spot again and you let out an involuntary whimper, you are suddenly aware of the obscene sounds of him pushing into your wet pussy, at how your bodies must look – hot and sweaty and entangled.
Namjoon looks shocked, his mouth closing and falling and stuttering out half formed words, and something hot and desperate flickers through you like fire. You should tell Seokjin to stop, say something but… you don’t.
Seokjin speaks up, his voice throaty but clear.
“Do you mind…? We’re busy.”
His words are icy, and Namjoon lets out a choked sound and turns, the door closing behind him with a soft sound.
Seokjin leans in close, keeps his thrusts tilted upwards, slow and purposeful.
“I’m on the top of the god damn world, getting to fuck into this pretty cunt…” Seokjin murmurs in your ear, he is close, you can hear it threaded through his words. His voice is deep and delicious in your ear.
“…You know he’ll be thinking about this all night baby girl, he’ll be thinking about how he wishes he were me, how he wishes he was the one buried inside of you… and you’re all mine, how I’m the one who gets to fuck into you until you’re screaming out my name…” His words push you over the edge, and odd sense of arousal and satisfaction spilling through your entire system as Seokjin fucks into your heat.
Your body doubles over. Your orgasm this time is brief, quick and crackly and a tick-tick-tick of pleasure that washes over you. The clench of your pussy walls is enough to have Seokjin grunting as well, a long throaty moan as his body trembles behind yours, twitching as he cums long and hard into you.
You stay like that for a moment, breathing heavily, bodies entwined. “Fuck,”
Seokjin murmurs, his voice muffled, his arms trembling from where they are still wrapped around you. You both stay still, basking in the afterglow of your respective orgasms until finally, Seokjin straightens, eases out of you.
He rolls off the condom, tossing it into the bin, pulls up his pants and zips. You stay still, body still shaky, awash with the glow from your orgasms.
You hear footsteps behind you, feel Seokjin’s fingers carding down your legs and then carefully, slowly pulling your underwear and your dress on, zipping up and pulling the straps over your shoulder.
You hum out a wordless thank you, turn so that you are facing him. He is flushed, his cheeks a translucent shade of rose and his hair messy, lips full and swollen from your fervent kisses. He tilts his head to one side, smirks at you.
His signature, cocky as all hell Seokjin smirk. And like syrup, it melts away, softens at the edges until it becomes something different. He reaches up, his fingers brushing at a tendril of your sweaty hair.
There is something unrecognizable in his eyes in the moment he tucks your hair behind your ear, a stray emotion you cant pinpoint - a moment of tension so palpable and so unfamiliar that it hangs heavy and thick for a moment between the two of you.
Seokjin steps away and the moment broken. He shoots you another smile, this time it’s that same signature smirk.
“Not bad.”
You roll your eyes, bite back. “Not bad? Please. You wouldn’t shut up about how hot it was, how hot I was, my ‘hot ass’…”
Seokjin just shrugs, unaffected. “You do have a hot ass. The hottest. That thing is the answer to achieving world peace, truly.”
You roll your eyes but a smile flickers over your lips, betraying the expression of annoyance that you have pointedly painted over your features.
“I don’t know how we went from fighting to… to…”
“To fucking over the industrial kitchen counter at one of my father’s buildings?”
“…Yeah.”
Seokjin grins at you, shrugs. “Like I said,” He says airily, his broad shoulders rising in falling in a casual movement, “You cannot resist me and my Zeus-like dic-”
Before he can finish, you reach forward, slap his shoulder lightly, playfully.
“Ew.”
Seokjin grins, his face splitting open into a laugh.
“You’re so-”
“You’re so-”
“Annoying.” You both finish, but there’s no malice in your words. Instead you both just eye each other with the faintest smiles tugging on lips.
You stare at each other for a moment before you see it in his features, a flash in his eyes and a purse of his lips, a crease in his brow.
“About before,” He begins hesitantly. “I… I don’t tell anyone about my father, it’s not personal I just.” He finishes with a sigh. His hand cards through his sweaty hair, his fingers flutter up to button his shirt back up, straighten his tie. “I… it’s not…” He breaks off, sighs. “It’s not something that I want people to know. I take my mother’s surname for a reason, you know.”
You bite your lip. “What, you don’t want to take over his company?” You ask curiously, remembering the conviction in his father’s words, ‘the one who will be stepping up in my place’.
Seokjin leans back on the counter, folds his arms across his chest. Lets out a heavy sigh and grimaces.
“I mean, it’d be easy, right? Job sorted, life sorted. Dad’s told me that all I have to do is be the face of the company – that I won’t even have to work. He doesn’t even want me to work, he doesn’t trust me. He just wants me to… to put up the front. To be the dutiful son who keeps the company in the family.” His face twists, he sighs, shrugs. “And it’s not… it’s not what I want to do.”
He doesn’t look directly at you when he speaks, a clouded look on his face. It’s so different to the Seokjin that you know, the Seokjin that is glossy and together and ridiculous and exuberant …that you hesitate.
“What… what do you want to do then?”
Seokjin glances up, stares at you, his eyes narrowed. Pauses, evaluates.
“I…” He clears his throat, reaches up and rubs his eyes. It’s quiet, you can hear the party going on faintly, the sound of voices and refined classical music.
“I want to be in business, don’t get me wrong.” Seokjin explains, his shoulders lift and drop and he sighs. “But nothing… corporate. Nothing like Avidite. I… want something that is my own, that I’ve built. I’ve been working on an idea for a company with a friend. He’s got a really good head for business but doesn’t have money and my father thinks his family is unimpressive so…” Seokjin shrugs. “It’s a side project while I work at Avidite with my father.”
You gaze at him, quirk an eyebrow. “A side project?”
Seokjin nods. “I told you I had two jobs, right?” He shoots you a wry smile. “I’m working to make my side project a main project. I don’t know, I’ve always… I’ve always wanted to do something that can support start ups and young entrepeneurs, something that’ll make a difference and that’ll-” His eyes are lit up, and he has such an earnest look on his face that something dangerous flutters inside of your chest.
Seokjin suddenly stops mid sentence and then shrugs. “Still business,” He says instead, and he grins at you, confident and assured as usual. “Just not that kind of business. Which you know. Is unacceptable according to my father. What my father says goes, in case you haven’t realized. It must be a real fuckin’ hoot, working for him.”
His smile doesn’t quite meet his eyes and you gaze at him.
“You could’ve told me,” You say, your voice quieting. “I would’ve understood. I mean, I know you don’t have to tell me, we’re… I mean… I’m just saying, I, I would’ve understood. My family…” Your voice trails off and your mind flashes to your mother, the critical squint of her eyes, the questions peppered your way with each phone call. The always lingering sense of disappointment.
You glance up, meet Seokjin’s eyes. “I would’ve understood.”
Seokjin just nods and you stare at one another, before he straightens properly, shoves his hands in his pocket.
“Do you want to go back into the party?” He raises an eyebrow at you and you smile sheepishly, shake your head.
“Not really.”
Seokjin smiles. “Me neither. Come on. I’ll drive you home.”
Seokjin is more relaxed as he drives, one hand resting out of the window, his knee bouncing up and down in time to the song that is playing on the radio. You have been talking while waiting in traffic, arguing more accurately – a heated discussion about the merits of dogs vs cats, an argument that has culiminated to Seokjin tilting his head to you with a lazy smile on his face, and saying in that effortlessly annoying, charming way of his, “let’s just agree to disagree.”
You roll your eyes, lean your head back and watch the road in front of you. “No thank you.”
“Okay, if you want, we can agree to agree that I’mright-”
“No chance. Never. No way. Nope.”
Seokjin just grins and reaches over, squeezes your knee. “Me doth think you protest too much.”
You roll your eyes again and scoff and fight the smile that is tugging at the corner of your lips because there is something about these stupid conversations with Seokjin and his hand squeezing your knee, that has you fighting a smile in the darkness of his car.
Seokjin withdraws his arm, and a brief quiet lapses between the two of you as he drives. Seokjin clears his throat and you glance over at him. He looks handsome as always, the kind of handsome that would annoy you in any other circumstance. His hair ruffled in the wind and the carefree smirk on his face, way too much for a guy dressed in formal suit attire.
“So,” Seokjin begins, pulls his arm out of the window and on the steering wheel, the window gliding up as the car is suddenly quiet – except for the 90s girl band R&B playing in the background (Seokjin’s guilty pleasure, you’ve quickly realized, despite his insistence that it’s just ‘Spotify shuffle’.)
“…About the whole work conflict of interest thing.”
His voice is carefully casual, his words imbued with just the right degree of lightness. You stare ahead, at the road.
“That pesky thing,” You echo. “I…” Your words trail off.
You know that the responsible thing to do would be to tell Seokjin it’d be best to not sleep together, until the case is over, at least. That it’d be best to cut things off cleanly because the last thing you want is to be threading together work and whatever this arrangement is with him.
“… I don’t want… this arrangement interfering with my work. Or vice versa.” You say finally and Seokjin just nods his head, hums in agreement.
“It won’t interfere anything for me. I’m pretty good at keeping things apart if I want to.” He responds. “It’s just sex anyway,” He adds quickly -and you breathe in sharper than expected- “Worst comes to worse we’ll just… stop if it starts getting too complicated with the case, yeah?”
You meet his eyes and you nod. “Yeah,” You agree. “I’ll add it as a clause to the contract. If work gets in the way then we’ll stop-”
“A clause? You still have the contract?” Seokjin laughs but then nods agreeably when you flash him a withering, icy look. “Okay sure, add whatever you want to the contract, Ms. Law and Order.”
You have arrived at your place, he pulls up and turns to face you.
“So it’s a deal? Because I’ll be honest…” He contorts his face into a pout. “I don’t wanna stop this arrangement. It is fucking good, don’t you think?”
His voice is low and something skips in your chest. You swallow hard, you nod back.
This – in the darkness in his car, the closeness of the space between you two, has you short for breath. You stare at him, at the shadows sloping over his features and accentuating everything- the fullness of his lips, the arch of his cheekbones, his fringed lashes… you swallow hard and you nod again.
“It is…” Your voice trails off and Seokjin stares at you, his gaze lidded and intense. “Really fucking good.”
Seokjin leans in.
For one prolonged moment, you think Seokjin is going to kiss you. Your breath catches in your throat, your mouth goes dry, your heart thumping so hard and loud and fast in your chest that you can hear it in your ears.
You are staring at him, and you don’t know what it is – whether it’s the cheesy ballad playing softly in the background, or the hum of his car engine, or maybe even the dusky light that spills over from the nearby street lamp. Whatever it is, it gives pause for you to linger, your eyes drawn on the curve of his cheekbones and the fullness of his lips.
He is close to you but not close enough – not close enough so that you can smell him, not close enough to close the distance. Suddenly, all you want to do is move closer.
You inch forward, a tiny bit – a centimeter, nothing more – and he eases forward too. A tiny bit.
And then you feel it, an electric shudder that dances up your spine and through your body.
Seokjin blinks, and then shifts, his hand opening the car door behind you. It springs open and cool air spills into the car.
You feel like you’ve been drenched in cold water and before you can react, Seokjin is moving back to settle into his seat, clearing his throat.
“Well. I’ll see you around, princess.”
You mutter something out, it’s barely a goodbye and more of a mishmash of syllables, before you undo your seatbelt and spring out of his car. You don’t turn around to wave goodbye, your cheeks flaming and your head is spinning as you walk up to your front door.
You hear the slow creak of brakes being released, the sound of his car driving down your road. And you stand in front of your door and cringe.
What the fuck was that?
You continue to agonize internally as you step into your hallway, kicking off your heels. Your place is dark, you head straight to the kitchen and as you flick on the lights, you spot Kale sitting on your kitchen counter, meowing contentedly. He isn’t really supposed to be on your kitchen counter in the first place, but instead of telling him off you walk up to him.
You level with your cat, who just stares at you with a disinterested expression on his face.
“Evenyou’re judging me,” You groan, dropping your face into your hands. “I’m acting like an idiot. It’s just sex. I can have no feelings attached sex, especially with someone like Seokjin.” You roll your eyes as you toss out his name, but the upwards slant of your words give yourself away.
“Plus,” You add as an afterthought, your voice sobering, “He’s William Hong’s son… fuck, It’s complicated as is. I shouldn’t be sleeping with him full stop. It’s a conflict of interest. Oh my God, why am I like this?” You shoot Kale a baleful stare and your cat just meows again.
You spin around so your back is leaning against your kitchen counter and you zero in on the contract on your fridge. You walk up to it, grabbing a pen and scribbling on the bottom of the contract.
Clause 1: Work will not interfere- and if it does, this arrangement is over.
You stare at your words, at the words you’d written previously – ‘they will net get involved with each other more than the act of sex’.
“There is no way I could ever be anything more than sex with Seokjin,” You say aloud, “Right?”
You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek and ignoring the swell that is cresting in your chest.
“No feelings,” You say softly. You try not to think about how his fingers felt pulling the straps of your dress over your shoulders in the kitchen, or the look on his face when he had leaned in so close to you just then in the car.
You try not to think about him at all. You tell yourself not to care, to detach, to fold neatly into yourself like a piece of origami.
“No feelings,” You whisper, as you walk away from the contract and scoop Kale up in your arms, walking to your bedroom.
“No feelings,” You repeat again, louder, even thought you can hear the threads of doubt woven through your words as you repeat them.
“No feelings. Justsex.”
amynote: thank you for reading (and catch this fic entering angst territory woops …) love you all ♡
⤞title: the art of vengeance ⤞pairing: criminal!seokjin x female reader ⤞genre: angst | horror | smut | suspense | thriller | strangers with benefits | crime au ⤞summary:An eye for an eye is the old saying. But sometimes, people are greedy when it comes to revenge. Seokjin is that guy. Cross him over, and he’ll burn down everything in his path. People may compare him to a monster, but you see him as a man who’s been wrongfully accused. He’s your dark knight, and you are his angel. Ride or die describes your relationship perfectly, but you wouldn’t compare yourself to Bonnie and Clyde.
If revenge is best served cold, then betrayal must be delivered with a block of ice.
⤞word count: 2.3k
⤞warnings(Please look over all the warnings before reading!):dark themes | mentions murder | crime | violence | strong language | weapons | mentions affairs and infidelity | plot twists | torture | oral sex(male receiving) | gagging | masturbation/fingering | deep throating | throat fucking | cum swallowing | exhibitionism | praise kink | sadism | manipulation | trust issues | unlawful imprisonment | forced voyeurism | pet names | mention prison escapes | mentions killing sprees/hit lists | mentions arson | revenge | betrayal. Please proceed with caution. I am not glorifying or romanticizing any of these acts but the story does include all of the above. If you know that darker themes are not for you, then do not read this story.
⤞rating: 18+/R
⤞a/n: This is my submission for the Bangtan Deadly Sins collab. It’s slightly edited and reposted from my old blog. The sin I was given is wrath which happens to be represented by Seokjin. I hope I was able to deliver. Please read responsibly.
You’re unable to recognize the man who was once so gentle and kind. His face is adorned with the same grin that he’s always used to lure you in. Only now, it’s much darker, more sinister than it’s ever been.
The man you admired is long gone. Only a monster remains, a damn-good looking one, in fact. Seokjin used his appearance to his advantage while he was in prison. He sweet-talked you into believing he was an innocent man, framed by the system.
But shortly after you assisted him in his prison escape, losing your job and freedom in the process—you discovered that Seokjin should have remained locked away until he died. However, now it is too late for regrets. You’re too deep in the hole you’ve dug for yourself.
“Only give her what she deserves, angel.” His delicate plump lips form a smirk. You observe them carefully, wondering how they feel. Are they as moist and soft as they look? “I’m just gonna make sure this bitch burns for what she did.”
The woman tied to the chair begins thrashing and squirming when she hears those words because she knows better than anyone that he will. Seokjin shows no mercy, especially for his ex-wife—and honestly, neither do you.
What Seokjin is doing is wrong and unjustified, but this isn’t just some innocent woman he chooses to torment. No. She’s nothing but an evil bitch, and everything she’s getting is well deserved.
She cheated on him with a married man. On Seokjin’s birthday, he found her and her lover having sex in their marital bed. She laughed in his face and told him he was lucky that she was even still with his boring ass. She’d been using the money he gave her to buy her lover nice things behind her husband’s back.
Seokjin was furious, and his rage was inflicted on the other guy. He roughed him up and kicked them both out on the street. Of course, his leech of an ex-wife tried to tail behind her boyfriend, but he rejected her advances.
The man had no intention of leaving his wife, and that infuriated her. She killed him in the driveway, and with the help of her crooked detective dad, she was able to frame Seokjin for the crime. She took everything after his arrest—the money, the house, his business. And he was left with nothing and no one.
You decided to help him after you heard this story. Putting the pieces together, you concluded he was telling the truth. You felt for him, and could relate to the feeling of being cheated on. It wasn’t easy, but somehow you managed to help him escape from prison. You two have been on the run since—only stopping to check another person off of his hit list.
First, was the dirty prosecutors and judge over his case, then his ex-father-in-law, and now, the woman who started it all, the former Mrs. Kim. But you’ve dreaded this moment. Not because he’s about to commit another murder, but because the next person on his list is innocent in all of this. The wife of his ex’s deceased lover, who has nothing to do with this. However, Seokjin wants everyone to suffer.
You thought you could save him. You really wanted to be his reason to love again—but only vengeance lies in Seokjin’s heart now. It’s far too late for love.
“But isn’t that too easy for her, babe? What if we dragged it out a little bit.” He raises one of his perfect eyebrows with a bit of interest.
“And what would that be, angel?” He’s slightly amused by the sudden boldness, but also fond and a bit impressed.
Curiosity covers his face when you drop to your knees. He clears his throat when you reach for his belt buckle, but does not stop you.
“Seeing you happy, that’ll kill her.” You wink at him while unbuttoning his pants.
You pull them down enough to remove his dick from his boxers, watching how he bites his lip when you begin moving your hand up and down his length.
Seokjin releases a small sigh as your tongue rolls over the tip of his cock, licking up a small amount of precum that has seeped out. You use your spit to lubricate him while he hardens in your hand.
Seokjin grabs your hair and chuckles. “Angel’s gonna show you how it’s done. Maybe next time you’ll actually be able to snatch someone’s husband if you pay attention.”
Your mouth opens wide, and he guides your head forward until his dick touches your lips. You take him in until he’s nestled deep inside of you, moaning at the taste of his dick. Your eyes water from the stretch, but you adjust quickly by relaxing your throat.
Breathing through your nose and keeping eye contact, you bob your head up and down while slurping and salivating over his length. The muffled cries of his envious ex-wife only fuels you to keep going, and pride swells in your chest when you notice Seokjin’s blissful state.
You know his mind is no longer on the woman who broke his heart, but on the woman who tried to fix it. He acknowledges your efforts, and that is all you can ask for.
“Shit, I’m gonna come, angel,” he grunts, grabbing both sides of your head and holding you still.
Seokjin then uses your mouth to finish himself off since time is limited and you cannot get carried away. You’re sure to breathe through your nose and relax your muscles so that his dick can enter as smoothly as possible.
A puddle forms beneath you—a mixture of saliva and both of your arousals. Two of your fingers work at a rapid speed to provide the self-pleasure you’re craving. Your eyes involuntarily roll back in response to satisfaction from the feeling of having both holes filled at once.
“You feel so good, angel…gonna feed you well, okay?” Seokjin promises, and your stomach bubbles with excitement.
The sensations of your moans drive him closer to his release. He thrusts deep into your mouth unexpectedly, hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag around him.
Your orgasm also hits you without a warning, and your walls pulse around your fingers as you ride out your climax. Your sounds of pleasure have Seokjin shooting his load shortly after, and his cum warms and soothes your sore airways.
You swallow him greedily, enjoying the way his humming travels through the room like soft tunes. It’s captivating how someone so cold has such a beautiful voice. It’s just amazing how ethereal and god-like he is, especially as he stares down at you during his post-orgasmic bliss.
“You’re everything I could ever want,” Seokjin whispers, slowly sliding out of you.
He wipes away the tears you have shed and your cum-stained lips before helping you up and smoothing out the tiny wrinkles in your dress.
You cannot deny the joy that fills your heart when he says those words, but your breakthrough is short-lived when the woman bound and gagged begins to thrash around again. She’s angry, and you can make out the disgusting things she is calling you both.
“I think it’s time to shut her up.”
Seokjin tucks himself back in his pants and grabs his machete from the table behind you, prepared to make his way towards her.
“Wait.” You grip his arm to stop him. The scowl on his face softens when he looks at you. “Let me.”
“Angel, I don’t think you have it in you,” he chuckles.
“But I’d do it for you.” He pulls you closer and you look at him with pleading eyes. “I just want to make you happy.”
And that does it.
“Okay, angel.” Seokjin sighs, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. He places a small kiss on your lips; it’s his way of showing you what little affection he possesses. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”
You nod, and he pulls away before turning to his ex-wife one last time.
“You’re the one who should be calling her angel because she just saved your ass, bitch.” He tells her before leaving the old farm.
Once he’s out of there, you turn to the pathetic excuse of a human sitting in the middle of the room.
“Don’t call me your angel.” You remove your handgun from your thigh holster and set it on the table. “…because I’m not here to save you. The only mercy you had just walked out of the door.”
Her face turns pale when you pick up a knife and make your way towards her. When you straddle her, she freezes with fear. Tears form in her eyes when the weapon comes up to her cheek. You slide it under the dirty rag used to muffle her screams then tear the fabric so she can speak. The blade leaves a small cut on her skin in the process, but you could care less.
“Do you know who the fuck I am?” you ask her, and she shakes her head nervously. “Hey, open your mouth when I ask you a question, whore. You had no problem keeping it wide when my husband was shoving his dick inside of it.”
The woman’s eyes widen at the realization of how fucked she is. You smile at her and give her a second to take it all in before you speak. When she tries to look away, you grab her face and force her to return her attention to you.
“Gives you chills, doesn’t it? Looking in the face of your killer, knowing that this is the last thing you’ll ever see before you leave this earth. I bet my scumbag husband felt the same way.”
“Ma’am, please. I’m so sorry for ruining your marriage, but I didn’t kill your husband. I swear—”
“Stop your fucking lying. I had been thinking of ways to get rid of the son of a bitch anyway,” you confess, and the woman is at a loss for words.
“And honey, a bit of advice, cheat with men who are actually worth the risk. That loser was terrible in bed. But Seokjin…that man can please you without even lifting a finger.”
A smirk forms on your face. “I had a blast fucking your ex-husband. Too bad I’m next on his little list.”
“You need to stay away from him. He’s crazy,” she warns.
“No…he’s pissed off. But so am I.”
You move some of the hair out of her face. She’s by far one of the prettiest women you’ve ever laid eyes on, but unfortunately her soul is hideous.
“He’s manipulating you, using you to fulfill his twisted plan. You’re following him around like a lost puppy. Can’t you see you’re being used?” she cries.
“Ha! Is that what you think is happening here? Oh sweetie, you really are dumb as a box of rocks.” You get directly in her face. “Bitch, you have no idea who you’re fucking with, do you? I am the whore you’re inspiring to be. The one that’s fucking your man so good that he can’t even take a shit without consulting with me first.”
It’s your specialty; men always fall for the obedient type. All you have to do is worship the ground they walk on, and they’re hooked. They want your attention, need your approval, and that’s what gets them caught up in your web.
“You know I was minding my own business, and your homewrecking ass just had to ruin everything. You killed my husband—”
“You didn’t even love him!” Her interruption earns her a slap across the face.
“Let me fucking finish,” you seethe. “What I mean is that you killed him before he could make me sole beneficiary. I could have had it all, but you had to fucking be bitch.”
You stand to your feet.
“Now, both you and your handsome ex-husband are going to have to pay for it. I know he emptied your accounts behind my back, and when I’m done in here, I’m going to put a bullet in that empty heart of his,” you wink.
“Seokj—” You stuff her mouth with the torn rag before she can scream his name.
“Goodbye, love. I hope you pass out before the flames start scorching that beautiful skin.”
Her screams and pleas fall upon deaf ears as you make your way to the exit. Hopefully, she’s learned her lesson about stepping outside of her marriage to fuck up another.
“…all of you motherfuckers can burn in hell,” is the last thing you say to her.
Seokjin’s been played too many times to fall for a pair of doe-like eyes and a nice ass. He knows exactly what you’re doing, acting all innocent and obedient. You aren’t fooling him at all. He remembers the twisted look on your face when you saw your own name on his hit list. All trust was lost at that very moment. Because he then knew that you were just as fucked up as he.
You are beautiful, intelligent, sexy…every man’s dream—but also his worst nightmare. The power your cunt holds over him is fatal, and Seokjin’s been playing a game of Russian Roulette. It’s going to suck putting a bullet between your pretty eyes, but it must be done. You’re just a snake that’s wrapped itself around his neck, and it’s only a matter of time before you constrict.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but you were hard to resist. And to be honest, the thought of wrecking the man’s wife who did the same to his satisfied Seokjin in more ways than one. It’s such a shame that it all has to end here.
“Babe, it’s done…light her up!” He hears your sweet voice call out from behind him.
summary- Seokjin has a strange request and you’re powerless to his pout.
word count- 1.4k
pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader
rating- PG-15
genre- fwb2lovers, idiots in love, fluff
warnings- nothing but cuteness overload
a.n.- idk I just had an urge that needed to be fulfilled. also, I missed this couple.
Unedited cause why not.
As always reblogs, asks, and feedback appreciated
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You could hear the rain outside your window lashing against the glass violently, turning from soothing background noise to distraction as you poured over the stack of exams you had to mark for the weekend. Each essay was worse than the previous and you wondered why your professor even continued to hold a first year seminar in the first place. Fresh high school graduates did not have the maturity to deal with the theories that came with your field, most papers being the same ill informed analysis of BDSM that came from a distracted watching of Fifty Shades of Grey.
Grunting as another person talked about the nonexistent link between childhood sexual trauma and domming, you pulled out your airpods from your drawer, hoping to drown out the raindrops threatening to break your window with the soothing vocals of Taylor Swift. However, that proved to be an even bigger distraction, the catchy lyrics interrupting your reading and making you sing out loud instead.
That’s how Seokjin found you, singing along to a sad ballad, horribly off-tune in front of your laptop with a stack of papers around you. He couldn’t help but smile, his eyes turning into crescents as he tried to calm his heart. He didn’t know why everything you did was so cute lately but he wasn’t complaining. It seemed that throughout your friendship he had discounted all of your moments, moments when you were free and truly yourself. Now, it was became a game for him to sneak up on you when you were least expecting, only so he could relish those moments for a bit. It may be a little creepy but he didn’t think you’d mind, not when you turned to find him watching from the doorway and instead of being embarrassed or stopping, you just waved, continuing your awful runs.
He laughed, coming up to you and placing a kiss on top of your head, depositing the snacks he had dug up from your kitchen on the table. Clapping at his foresight, you reached for the bag of shrimp crackers, opening and taking a sniff, savoring the umami scent before popping a few in your mouth.
“I knew there was a reason I didn’t kick you out after sex,” you teased, between bites as he rolled his eyes. In all honesty, he wouldn’t have left even if you did kick you out, if only just to annoy you and not because lately he really couldn’t get enough of your presence. He had half a mind just to put you in his pocket and move you to his apartment.
“Why are you staring at me?” you mumbled, cheeks ballooned with crackers, and he just laughed, pulling you up by your wrist, an idea blooming in his head.
“Come on!” he called, dragging you through your apartment to the front door, your house slippers clacking loudly on the tiles as you tried to keep up with his speedy long legs. It was when he opened the door that your questions started. Questions that he ignored with a shush and a “Wait for it!” Soon enough, you were at the door of your apartment building the usual view of the street blurred behind the sheets of rain pouring from the skies.
“Seokjin it’s raining!” you exclaimed, digging your heels into the ground, ignoring as he begged you to just listen to him. You didn’t understand why he wanted to go out in the downpour all of a sudden, just the thought of wet clothes sticking to your body had you cringing. You were in your pajamas for fuck’s sake!
“Please! Just once,” he pleaded, bottom lip jutting out and eyes wide, a combination he knew made you weak. It had worked when he used it to convince you to sing a duet with him in the high school talent show. It had worked when he took you fishing just for you to be bored out of your mind for six whole hours. And it worked now.
“Fine. God, you’re so annoying!” you groaned, starting to walk again as Seokjin beamed, raising a fist in the air like he was in some coming of age movie. Rolling your eyes you followed him outside tentatively, the rain already starting to soak you both. Seokjin, on the other hand, seemed as if he didn’t even notice, walking casually down the sidewalk and around the building to the little park at the corner.
It was desolate, not a soul in sight, considering the terrible weather, and once again you were left wondering what mental breakdown your best friend was having to be standing grinning in the rain. He let your hand go when you reached the park, instead opening his arms and looking at the skies with a joyful laugh that made your own smile crack. He looked like a little kid about to jump in puddles behind his parents’ back. You almost felt bad breaking him out of his bubble.
“So you’re just here to frolick?” you smirked, crossing your arms as you looked him up and down. His shirt was plastered to his torso, revealing the spectacular body he often hid behind oversized clothes, and his legs glistened where they peaked from under his shorts. He kind of looked like a drowned rat with how his long hair was stuck to his face and you couldn’t help but laugh how ecstatic he looked despite his appearance.
“Nope,” he answered smugly, pulling you to him till you were chest to chest. “I’m here to kiss you!”
He giggled at the confusion on your face as he cupped your face, fruitlessly trying to move the raindrops scattered across it with his thumbs. Even with the slight chill of the rain, a warmth bloomed in his chest as he stared at you, your eyelashes flicking away the little drops of rain as you blinked up at him.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss in the rain,” he whispered, eyes glued to your lips as he waited for another snarky comment from you. When none came, he leaned down pressing his lips against yours slowly, savoring how the taste of rain mixed with yours, sending his senses fuzzy till he was melting into you.
Seokjin and you didn’t kiss too often yet lately it seemed that the two of you used any excuse to have your lips on each other. Hello kisses, goodbye kisses, good luck on your test kisses, hey that’s a cute cat video kisses, and now rain kisses. The reasoning kept getting flimsier and you knew that you should probably stop. Friends with benefits didn’t kiss, but the reasoning was lost on you when Seokjin’s kisses set your whole body aflame.
Winding your arms around his neck, you stepped on your toes to deepen the kiss, enjoying how he smiled at the gesture, his own arms circling your waist and lifting you up. It was effervescent, the sudden giddiness he felt just from kissing you and he couldn’t help but laugh, his forehead against yours as he twirled you around like he was the lead in a cheesy romcom. You told him as such and it only resulted in his laugh getting louder till he was putting you down, kissing you once again between giggles.
“Thanks for helping me get my wish,” he snickered, his hand in yours as he led the two of you back to your building.
You shrugged, oddly less stressed than you had been earlier, the little break helping you look past the infuriating pages of assignments you still had to go through. “That’s what friends are for.”
He rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at you as he entered the code to your building, the two of you trailing water behind you. He felt you shiver at the blasting airconditioner in the hallway, opting to wrap his body around your back as he waddled you both to your front door, making you laugh at the absurdity that his equally soaked body would warm you up.
“Shower?” he asked when the two of you were back in your apartment.
“You did all of this for shower sex, didn’t you?” you deadpanned, eyes narrowed at him but he just rolled his eyes again at you before bending at the waist and lifting you over his shoulder making you squeal in surprise.
“Let’s go, little brat!” he exclaimed, smacking your ass once and carrying you to the bathroom.
Perhaps friends with benefits were supposed to have rules, but if this is what it was like without any rules, you were euphoric without them.
Alice in the Madness of Wonderland: The Stygian Fairytale | Walkthrough
↳ Banner and dividers made by @kim-seok-jin. Thank you^^.
✉Titles:
➝Alice in the Madness of Wonderland: The Stygian Fairytale
➝Stygian (the madness corrupts me, and you, my saviour)
Though Alice ‘Y/N’ Liddell is overshadowed, and she doesn’t seem to think much of it, she yearns for a world which notices her- gives her a chance- a part of her wanting for a turn to be on the pedestal. But of course, nothing can change that-
Or can it?
One chance encounter with a boy with bunny ears and a strange hole, and she arrives at the world of Wonderland- a world of magic, mystery and madness. Protecting her life is one thing, but-
What more when everyone seems determined to capture her heart?
➠ Genres: Angst, fantasy, alice in wonderland!au, reverse harem, isekai (teleported to a fantasy world), mystery
➠ Overall Rating: PG-18
➠ Warnings: Violence, suicide, comatose, disturbing scenes, weapons, fights, yandere, insanity, mental illnesses, torture, massacre, serial killers, violent riots, executions, murders, large amount of people die, stalking, people lead other people on, threats, madness (but it’s wonderland so), tea parties and the white rabbit
✉ Beta-player [a.k.a. me, blog writer and walkthrough maker!] comments:
Several crashes may occur while playing the game, as the developers told me. This is still a beta version of the game, after all! The game also contains a lot of violence… hrmm, well, you’ll see for yourself. I’ve been told not to give too many spoilers, but the developers hinted to me that as the player, we have a special power!
If you complete a route, you don’t have to continue to the next one. You can pick whichever route you’re on and make it your true end. When that option pops out in the game, and you pick yes, Wonderland will close, and Alice and her suitor will be able to leave! It’s our choices while reading that matter!
Or… at least that’s what they said. Still, I’d warn you guys to be careful in choosing! This game is tricky, and it has several bad ends too… ah, I shouldn’t spoil anymore. This is an online game, so I put the links below if you want to play the beta version too! Careful though~ It links straight to the prologue, so for any players replaying, just choose the route after!
Oh, and one last thing- though all of the main cast are dateable characters; it’s of course, only one character per route though… or is it? Hehehe!
If you go through all routes, you might get a secret ending! Bonus scenes! So complete the full game when it comes out, okay?
No, the developers totally didn’t ask me to say all that to promote the game~
Have fun playing, and I hope this walkthrough helps you!
[ genre ] mafia au × arranged marriage au × remarriage au × single parent au × deceased husband’s best friend au ( angst × fluff × smut )
[ rating ]mature-rated
[ warnings ] arranged marriage that sounds extremely like it’s forced. you are a single parent. you are a widow. violence, blood and death are a constant mention. suggestive and harsh dialogue. death of family and loved ones. alcohol consumption. mentions of unhealthy romantic relationship. neglect. mentions of dysfunctional relationships with a parents and siblings. there will be eventual smut. mature rated for a varied number of reasons. degrading words are used against women and objectification of women. nothing is too graphic or explicit but there is mentions and hints. more warnings will be added as the story progresses. highly unrealistic because i’m sensitive to too much gore and real-life shit.
[ summary ] you marry your deceased husband’s best friend for the sake of your child.
You had removed yourself from Bangtan the day your son was born —your sole intention being to protect your darling from harm. When things start going wrong and you realise you are not as capable of protecting him as you thought, you agree to remarry. In the cruellest twist of fate, you are arranged to marry your deceased husband’s best friend who also happens to be your runaway half-sister’s estranged husband for the sake of protecting your child.
Summary:Sleepless nights are meant to be spent with Moon and your love.
Genre:fluff, fluff, fluff
Warnings: none
Rating:PG-13
Word count: 933 A/N:Hello again everyone! Here is my first Jin fic, I hope you like it. I am thankful to Seon@bangtanscotyeondan and Natasha@queentiti72from@bangtanwritershq who beta read the story for me.
This is for the square “Moonlit walks” for the @bangtanwritingbingo spring event. I hope you enjoy the story. Feel free to give me any suggestions regarding my writing.
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Seokjin woke up when he heard rustling beside him. He slowly opened his eyes to find that you had shut your eyes tight. He could tell that you were not actually sleeping, but were pretending. “Can’t sleep?” he asked, as a yawn escaped him.
It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.
Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.
Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…
pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 9,130
warnings for this chapter (!) ANGST CITY, just straight up no escape, no reprieve, mentions of parent death, toxic co-worker, worrying behaviour from Sera, lies, I think some of you might get angry at Oc , you may want to give seokjin a hug, basically emotions are high, Yuna is the best as always, an altercation, Thursday morning chaos at the office lmao, Soobin cameos (couldn’t help myself)
It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.
Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.
Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…
pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 8,410
warnings for this chapter (!) jungkook is a loveable asshole, first baby check-up which includes a transvaginal ultrasound, oc gets a teeny-weeny bit jealous but she won’t admit it, SERA (she needs her own warning by now lmao)
If Sera finds out and tells the whole office because yn lost her picture at the restaurant, I’m gonna virtually throw hands at her!!!
Jk and Hobi were great, I love how Hobi was an option for accidentally impregnating someone before Jin, need to hear why Jk thought so . They’re gonna be great uncles, I’m looking forward to their meeting.
I was kinda looking forward to Sera and Yoongi running into Yn and Jin. Wanted to see both of their reactions. Something tells me Yoongi is going to start acting weird now.
Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Eventual Angst, Eventual Smut
Summary: A walk home with your best friend brings up feelings that you thought were long gone.
Warnings: Feelings. Lots of Feelings.
Drabble:1/??
Word Count:590
A/N: Welcome to my new drabble series! Writing my favorite trope for the love of my life, the one and only Kim Seokjin, is honestly a dream come true. I need to give the biggest thank you EVER to wise and wonderful @arizonapoppy for giving me advice when I was in a writing slump, sending me the prompt challenge that inspired this series, and bringing my muse back to me when I thought it had run for the hills And another gigantic thank you goes out to the best beta reader and banner creator of all time, @hannahbee12719! Where would I be without you? I’m not sure exactly how long this series is going to be, but currently, I have about 15 drabbles planned. I’m just going where the wind takes me on this one, so thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy the journey! ☺️
The walk home from your best friend’s birthday dinner is taking longer than expected. You feel like you’ve been traveling this stretch of sidewalk for an eternity, and the December chill is starting to seep into your bones.
“You cold, Bug?” Seokjin asks, eyeing your shivering form with concern.
Before you can even answer, he takes your hand in his, slipping both into the pocket of his black pea coat.
