Kim Seokjin. Even the name made you boil with loathing. He was loud, narcissistic, and obnoxious. Yet somehow everyone around you loved him. They craved his attention, swooned when his eyes met theirs. Everything about him was infuriating. Which is why you’re not exactly sure how you ended up bent over the cleaning supplies in the dorms cupboard for the third time this week as he railed you from behind.
It started after a night in with the boys. You had gone round to play video games with Jungkook and Tae, but he was constantly around. You were sat mid Mario Kart race when he entered the room placing himself on the armrest of your chair
“I see you’re losing Y/N” He taunted. In actual fact, Tae was far behind you, but he only cared about making you feel bad. The others had said that you were looking too far into it, all a joke on their hyung’s part but you were convinced it was part of some unspoken vendetta. No one believed you though, after all Jin would never want to make someone feel bad. The small smirks when someone comes to his defense tell you otherwise. You elbowed him in the ribs, making him fall from his perch and then ignored him for the rest of the race.
You placed a very close second, losing to Jungkook. The night had continued in much the same way, each of the boys had come home and joined you in the living room. Your casual gaming day became a full-blown game night. Someone suggested playing Mr and Mrs, Jimin and Taehyung going first. The only problem with that being they were on the same wavelength every answer had matched, meaning every turn lead to you and the rest of the boys having to drink.
Next the 94’s took their turn, not quite as consistent as the soulmates but still close. They failed on two answers: who is the better rapper (opting for each other), and who is better in bed (opting for themselves). At this point you were relatively tipsy having played another drinking game before getting to this point. Your head a little hazy, you hadn’t realized who they chosen to be your partner until it was too late.
As expected you and Jin answered every question differently. Neither willing to concede that the other might be better at something. The boys original plan had been for you to find some common ground, an answer that matched… a compliment given… something. They got nothing. So, they devised another plan. Jimin spilt his drink on the tiled floor, pretending to be a lot more drunk than he was. Namjoon offered to help him clean himself off, asking Jin to fetch the cleaning supplies for the floor in the meantime. Jungkook and Taehyung grabbed you, pushing you into the small supply closet and face first into Jin’s chest. The door slammed shut behind you.
“Guys this isn’t funny” you whined, banging on the door. It was no use. A note slid under the door.
“Reconcile your differences, we will come back for you later’
You’d let out a huff and made yourself comfortable on the floor, dragging your knees into your chest.
“NAMJOON-AH…. YOONGI-AH… THIS ISNT FUNNY.” His grating voice reverberated around the room.
“Would you just shut up!” you snapped, “They aren’t gonna let us out, all your doing is giving me another fucking headache.” He looked at you curled up on the floor and shrugged, not really caring what you thought.
‘JUNGKOOKIE-AH, YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE” he shouted for a little longer before realizing they really weren’t coming back. He lowered himself down to the floor across from you and assumed a similar position, except he’d been staring at you. “This is your fault you know?” he accused. You scoffed and met his eyes.
“Oh do share how you think this is my fault, oh-wise-Seokjin” you lifted your head to meet his stare. It was clear he hadn’t appreciated the sarcasm dripping in your tone, but he replied anyway.
“If you didn’t have such an abrasive personality, I wouldn’t hate you half as much and they wouldn’t have deemed this necessary” his matter of fact tone had pissed you off so much, you’d leapt to your feet, furious. His mirrored your action, getting right up in your face challenging you to come up with an excuse.
“If you weren’t so self involved, you would see that the world doesn’t revolve around you asshole” you were breathing heavily, vibrating with anger “maybe you should consider that my personality isn’t abrasive, I just don’t worship you and that frustrates you to no end” his eyes flitted away from you gaze for only a moment before he had scooped you into his arms. Lips desperate against yours. All the anger being taken out in this one intimate movement. The two of you had come away chests heaving, just as the door was opened by a very afraid looking Hoseok. You had shot one last glare at Jin before storming out of the dorm that night.
Now the two of you were in the cupboard once again, this time by choice. It was the only place the boys wouldn’t look for the two of you. They never cleaned the dorm themselves; it was the perfect place to hide. Jin had you bent across one of the shelves. Back pressed firmly in to the wood as he thrusted into you, taking out all of his frustration at you on your dripping pussy. One hand was wrapped in your hair pulling sharply, as the other rubbed furiously at the sensitive bunch of nerves between your legs. Your hands sort purchase on his biceps, grasping so hard the half-moon prints from your nails were sure to leave bruises.
You found it very therapeutic to let out your anger this way. Seeing his stupid face contorted in pleasure, ruining his perfect façade mad you hornier than you thought possible. The shelving unit shook with the force of each push. The occasional cleaning product falling to the floor around you. Jin’s hips stuttered as he reached his high, releasing his cum deep inside of you. The relief on his face made your stomach flutter in what you believed to be disgust. Once he had regained full function his hand pinched at your clit, rubbing, flicking, and stroking until you came on his softening cock. He helps you to your feet without a word, grabbing a clean rag and handing it to you before he zips himself up and walks out of the small room. You follow shortly behind after smoothing your hair and dress. You walk into the kitchen to find the maknae line staring at you.
“What?” you question.
“You know if you wanted to keep that a secret you probably shouldn’t do it in a room that shares walls with most of our bedrooms” Jungkook’s tone is nonchalant, earning him snickers of approval from his band mates and intense blush that creeps up your face.
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.
