After ten years abroad, Seo-ah returns to Korea for her grandfather's funeral, only to discover she's been named the successor of her family's industrial empire. With the board against her and enemies lurking within her own family, the last person she expects to rely on is Kim Namjoon, a powerful CEO tied to her grandmother's past.
Pairing : CEO! Kim namjoon x CEO! Seo-ah(yn)
Genre : Business alliance, family drama, family secrets, rich au, ceo au, business politics, dark romance, forced proximity, smut, 18+, old money, wealth, angst.
Tags : @furioustrashlover . @mar-lo-pap @djobts @unbibiased
The heavy, suffocating scent of white lilies pressed into the back of Kang Seo-ah’s throat, tasting like old grief and polite lies.
Standing in the dim, shadowed corner of the grand funeral hall, she adjusted the cuff of her stark black blazer. The fabric was crisp, tailored sharply to her slender, slightly strained frame—a silhouette that looked entirely too fragile to be holding up the weight of the ghosts currently haunting her. Her long dark hair was pinned back, exposing a pale, sharp jawline and eyes that had long since run out of tears.
To anyone walking past, she looked like a stunning, distant guest who had accidentally wandered into the wrong mourning room. And that was exactly how she felt. An outsider.
Across the polished marble floor, her uncle, Kang Min-seok, was currently putting on the performance of a lifetime. He bowed deeply to a group of passing corporate executives, his face twisted into a mask of solemn, heavy-hearted despair that Seo-ah knew was completely hollow. Right beside him stood Aunt Mi-ran, wiping an imaginary tear from her cheek with a lace handkerchief before smoothly transitioning into a political whisper about company shares to a board member.
Even her cousin, Ji-hoon, stood tall and immaculate, offering practiced, solemn nods to the guests while his eyes casually swept the room, calculating who had shown up.
They were vultures in designer mourning clothes.
Seo-ah dug her manicured nails into the palms of her hands, the sharp sting the only thing keeping her anchored to the floor. I shouldn't be here, she thought, a familiar wave of resentment washing over her.
Ten years ago, as she watched the smoke rise from the wreckage that claimed both of her parents, she had made a silent, bleeding promise to herself: she would never set foot in South Korea again. She hated this place. She hated the stifling corporate expectations, the cold family dinners that felt like battlefields, and the way the country itself seemed to constantly remind her of everything she had lost.
She had run across the world to escape it, burying herself in notebooks and university libraries in the United States, trying to build a version of herself that didn't belong to Korea or the Kang name.
But life has a cruel way of pulling you back by your scars.
Her grandfather’s sudden passing was the official reason she boarded the plane. But the quiet, humiliating truth that she refused to admit to anyone, especially her family, was that she simply had nowhere else to run.
Just weeks before her grandfather's heart gave out, her two-year relationship with Ethan had completely shattered. She could still hear his parting words echoing in her empty apartment, sharp and weary, “You’re running, Seo-ah. You’re always running from a life you’re secretly still attached to.”
The breakup had left her hollowed out, her chest feeling like a cave where the wind wouldn't stop blowing. She had spent the last fortnight completely, devastatingly alone.
Coming to Korea wasn't a choice; it was a desperate, exhausted retreat because her life in America had turned into a ghost town, and she didn't have the energy to rebuild the walls by herself.
The quiet buzz of the room became too much, the sight of her relatives’ plastic smiles making a bitter taste rise in her throat. Leaving the crowded, superficial circle of corporate mourners behind, Seo-ah slipped deeper into the funeral suite, heading toward the private family viewing room where she knew her grandmother would be.
Her footsteps were entirely silent on the heavy, dark carpets. But as she reached the threshold of the partially open door, she froze.
She didn't see a room full of grieving board members or scheming relatives. Instead, the space was entirely quiet, insulated from the chaos outside. Sitting in a wheelchair by the altar was her grandmother, Chairwoman Kang Hye-jin. Her usually unyielding, elegant shoulders were slightly bowed, looking smaller than Seo-ah had ever seen them.
And sitting right beside her, keeping a quiet vigil, was a man she recognized only from a distance.
Kim Namjoon.
Seo-ah didn't move. She couldn't. Through the crack in the door, she watched the way he sat—his large frame resting on a low wooden stool, bringing himself down to her grandmother’s level. He wasn't talking.
He wasn't offering empty, rehearsed condolences like the sycophants outside. He just sat there in the heavy silence, his head slightly bowed, his large hand gently resting over her grandmother's frail, trembling fingers.
It was a picture of pure, unspoken devotion.
Seeing him like this, the pieces of her grandmother's international phone calls over the last few years finally started to click together.
“Namjoon did this for me today, Seo-ah.”
“Namjoon stopped by to bring me tea.”
“He is a true gentleman, a boy with a rare, good heart.”
Back in America, fresh out of her own life and drowning in her fierce independence, Seo-ah had always brushed those comments off. She had never paid much attention to him, assuming he was just a useful, polite young professional her grandmother kept close for business.
But watching him now, she realized she had been entirely wrong. There was no corporate strategy in the way his jaw tightened with genuine, shared sorrow, or the protective way he stayed anchored to the old woman's side. He looked like a son who had lost a father, or a grandson carrying a weight too heavy to speak aloud.
The air between them held a deep, profound comfort—a sacred space that belonged strictly to the two of them.
A sudden wave of isolation hit Seo-ah, colder and sharper than before. She was the actual granddaughter, the one blood relative who should have been holding that hand, yet she felt like a ghost trespassing on a grief she didn't deserve to share.
She had run away for ten years, and in her absence, this stranger had somehow stepped into the empty spaces she left behind.
Her heart squeezed, a mixture of quiet curiosity about who he really was and a raw, aching loneliness blooming in her chest.
How had a man she barely knew become the one person her grandmother trusted so deeply?
Not wanting to intrude, and entirely unprepared to face the quiet intensity of the moment, Seo-ah took a slow step backward. She quietly let go of the doorframe, turning her back on the only warm corner in the entire building, and melted back into the shadows of the long, unfeeling hallway.
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The morning light that filtered into the guest room was weak and pale, casting long, melancholic shadows across the floorboards. Seo-ah stood in front of the vanity mirror, her fingers mindfully smoothing down the edge of a soft pastel sweater tucked into a pair of dark jeans. She stared at her reflection, tracing the subtle, bruised hollows beneath her eyes.
She took a deep, grounding breath, watching her chest rise and fall. You cannot show weakness, she reminded herself, her jaw tightening. She couldn't let her grandmother see her like this—sad, unanchored, and utterly lost in a country that felt more like an old cemetery than a home.
Grandma had enough grief to carry without having to shoulder the weight of Seo-ah's broken heart and her lingering American ghosts.
A quiet, persistent grumble from her stomach broke the silence. Realizing she hadn’t eaten a real meal since boarding the plane in Boston, Seo-ah quietly slipped out of the room.
As she descended the grand marble staircase, the mansion felt eerily silent, suffocated by the heavy, lingering aura of yesterday’s funeral. There were no bustling servants yet, no voices echoing through the halls.
Perhaps she had simply woken up too early, driven from sleep by a mind that refused to stop racing.
Walking down the long corridors, her heart twisted painfully. She looked at the sterile, immaculate decor, noticing with a sharp pang just how much the house had changed in a decade. It had been systematically hollowed out.
There were no family portraits from her childhood left on the walls, no vibrant colors, and absolutely no traces of her mother and father. It was as if her uncle and aunt had spent the last ten years erasing every single piece of the life she used to belong to.
Her steps faltered as she approached the kitchen.
A tall shadow was moving against the backdrop of the rising sun outside, the golden light silhouetting a broad-shouldered frame. Seo-ah slowed her pace, her socks gliding noiselessly over the cold floor. She hesitated at the threshold, suddenly feeling like an intruder in her own family estate.
As if sensing her presence, the man slowly turned around.
Kim Namjoon blinked, a small, surprised 'O' forming on his lips as his gaze fell upon her.
Seo-ah’s eyes instinctively darted to what he was doing. He was carefully pouring hot water into a delicate porcelain cup, making tea. Her brows knit together in confusion.
He certainly wasn't dressed for a casual morning in someone else's house; he wore a crisp, tailored deep blue suit that clung perfectly to his frame, making the sight of him brewing tea in a residential kitchen look incredibly striking, if not entirely out of place.
"Good morning," Namjoon said, his voice a deep, husky baritone that still carried the gravelly roughness of sleep. He didn't stare, smoothly turning his attention back to the steaming mug as he gave her space to breathe. "Seo-ah, right?"
Seo-ah hummed, stepping fully into the kitchen. "Yes, I am."
She let her gaze drift across the clean, marble countertops, suddenly feeling lost. Her hands felt empty, and her mind was craving the bitter shock of caffeine to wake her up, but she had no idea where the housekeepers kept the coffee powder.
Without looking up, Namjoon calmly pointed a long finger toward a high, dark-wood upper cupboard to her right. "Coffee? It’s up there."
Seo-ah blinked, surprised by how easily he navigated a kitchen that should have been hers. "Thank you."
She walked over to the cupboard and reached up, her fingers straining toward the handle. But her height failed her.
The shelves were built entirely too high, and no matter how much she stretched, her fingertips only brushed the base of the wood. A flush of frustration crept up her neck. Clearing her throat quietly, she stepped back, deciding it wasn't worth the struggle. Maybe she should just go back upstairs and order something to the house.
Suddenly, the morning air shifted.
A heavy, commanding shadow fell over her, and a sudden wave of clean warmth radiated against her back. Before she could even turn around, a long, strong arm reached up effortlessly over her head, the cuff of his deep blue suit brushing near her shoulder as his fingers easily gripped the cupboard handle.
Namjoon pulled the cabinet door open, his chest only inches away from her back, though he kept a respectful, careful distance.
"Here," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating right above her. He reached in, pulled down the glass jar of coffee powder, and quietly handed it down to her.
Seo-ah’s heart gave a strange, unexpected thud against her ribs. She took the jar, quickly stepping sideways to break the proximity, and bowed her head slightly in gratitude. "Thanks."
Holding the jar tightly between her hands, she looked up at him, the question slipping out of her mouth before her filters could stop it. "Do you live here?"
Namjoon paused, a look of genuine amusement breaking across his handsome features. He shook his head, a soft, low chuckle escaping his chest. "What? No. Your aunt would rip me alive if I stayed here."
The brief flash of humor faded from his eyes, replaced by that same heavy, solemn gentleness she had seen through the crack of the door yesterday. He adjusted his grip on his tea mug, looking down at her with an expression that felt entirely too perceptive. "I just come here early to check on my favorite person."
Seo-ah looked at the steaming tea. "Halmoni?"
"Yes," he replied softly, his gaze lingering on her for a fraction of a second, as if checking to see if she was holding up alright after the long flight and the bitter family interactions. He gave her a polite, understated nod. "See you later, Seo-ah."
He turned and walked away, his tall frame disappearing down the quiet hallway toward the private wing, leaving a faint scent of cedarwood and the soft clink of a teacup in his wake.
Seo-ah stood entirely alone in the quiet kitchen, staring at the empty doorway. She didn't know why, but a strange, unfamiliar warmth began to bloom in her chest, pushing back against the cold, hollow loneliness that had chased her all the way from America.
Bringing the mug to her lips, she took a slow sip of her coffee, her thoughts entirely consumed by the steady, quiet man in the blue suit as she finally made her way toward her grandmother’s room.
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The double doors to the master suite clicked shut behind Namjoon, instantly sealing out the cold, cavernous quiet of the rest of the mansion. He moved through the sprawling bedroom with an easy, unthinking familiarity, walking straight toward the dark walnut vanity as if he knew the space like the back of his hand—and he did.
He opened the top right drawer without hesitation, his fingers unfailingly finding the small, amber prescription bottles tucked inside.
"Halmoni," Namjoon murmured, his deep baritone carrying a gentle, commanding weight as he tapped a few pills into his palm.
Chairwoman Kang let out a long, weary sigh, turning away from the floor-to-ceiling windows to face him. A faint, soft smile touched her wrinkled face, a sharp contrast to the impenetrable mask she usually wore for the world. "Medicine time already?"
"Always," he replied softly.
The elderly woman walked over to the grand canopy bed, her movements visibly stiffer than they had been even a month ago, and sank onto the edge of the mattress.
Her gaze drifted back toward the dark clouds rolling over the Seoul skyline. "The weather outside is matching the grief in this house today," she whispered, her voice dropping into a quiet, melancholy register.
Namjoon crossed the room and sank into a familiar kneel in front of her, forcing her to look down at him. His expression was intensely steady, but his words held the blunt, unvarnished truth he only ever shared with her.
"Halmoni, it’s not the time for this. And honestly? No one in this house is actually grieving except you. Your daughter and son-in-law are already eating off the lawyers' ears downstairs, whispering about the will reading."
A heavy, mocking silence settled over the room at the reminder of the vultures waiting below. Chairwoman Kang let out another soft sigh, taking the pills from his hand and swallowing them down with a small sip of water. "Thank you for taking care of me, Namjoon-ah."
Namjoon’s lips curved into a deliberate, boyish pout, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Halmoni! Please. You’re making it sound like I’m a stranger to you."
The old woman let out a genuine, raspy chuckle, reaching out to slap his back playfully. "You are the only one who doesn't feel like a stranger here, Joon-ah."
Their quiet bubble was suddenly punctured by the distinct, soft sound of someone clearing their throat by the entrance. Chairwoman Kang turned her head, and Namjoon smoothly pivoted on his knee, his eyes tracking over to the doorway.
Kang Seo-ah stood there, framed by the dark mahogany wood. She had a second porcelain cup cradled between her palms, the steam rising softly against her pastel sweater.
"Seo-ah," the Chairwoman breathed.
"Halmoni," Seo-ah murmured, her voice sounding quiet, almost fragile in the vast room. She lifted the second cup slightly, her knuckles pale against the ceramic. "I... I brought you some coffee." Her eyes drifted downward, instantly catching sight of Namjoon kneeling on the floor in front of her grandmother, his posture intimately protective. Her gaze then flicked to the nightstand, landing on a half-drained teacup. "But I guess you already got your tea?"
Namjoon stood up in one fluid motion, casually brushing an invisible speck of dust from the knee of his deep blue suit pants. He didn't say a word, stepping slightly to the side to give the two women space, but his sharp, intelligent eyes remained fixed on Seo-ah.
Chairwoman Kang chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I can't drink coffee anymore due to my diabetes, sweet child. But thank you."
Seo-ah let out a small, quiet hum, stepping fully into the room. She felt the heavy, unspoken history between her grandmother and this man pressing against her, making her feel like a trespasser once again.
"Did you sleep well?" the old woman asked gently, her eyes scanning her granddaughter’s pale face. "I couldn't speak to you properly yesterday with all the chaos."
"I couldn't sleep much due to the time zone difference," Seo-ah admitted. She walked over and sat down on the edge of the mattress next to her grandmother, a soft, sad smile placing itself on her lips as she carefully set the useless coffee cup aside. "How are you feeling, Halmoni?"
"Seeing you back in this house is making me feel so much better." Chairwoman Kang leaned forward, wrapping an arm around Seo-ah’s shoulders and pressing a warm, lingering kiss to her forehead. "Have you been well all these years?"
"Yes," Seo-ah lied softly, her chest aching with the raw, fresh weight of her breakup and her ten years of self-imposed exile. "I... I was actually supposed to take a flight back to the States tonight—"
Namjoon stood awkwardly by the wide window, his hands resting loosely in his pockets as he listened to them.
He had heard countless stories about Seo-ah from Halmoni over the years—heard about her brilliant mind, her stubborn independence, and her deep scars—but this was the absolute first time he was seeing her in the flesh. She looked smaller than he expected, her defensive posture practically screaming how lost she felt.
"No, no. Absolutely not," Chairwoman Kang interrupted firmly, her fingers tightening around Seo-ah's hand. "Wait until the will reading this afternoon. You are the rightful heir to this house, Seo-ah. I think you should stay back and look after your inheritance before you even think about going back across the ocean, hm?"
Seo-ah looked down at their joined hands. The thought of staying in Korea terrified her, but looking at the frail woman beside her, she didn't have the heart to refuse. She let out a quiet, defeated sigh and nodded.
"For you... I will." Leaning closer, Seo-ah buried her face in her grandmother's shoulder, wrapping her arms around her. "I am so sorry for your loss, Halmoni."
The old woman patted her back, her own eyes welling with tears that she fiercely blinked back. Over Seo-ah's shoulder, her gaze met Namjoon's, holding a heavy, silent communication.
Breaking the embrace gently, the Chairwoman looked between them. "Did you two meet earlier?"
Seo-ah shifted, her eyes locking onto Namjoon. He stood perfectly composed by the window, his tall frame catching the morning light.
There was an unnerving steadiness to him—he was far more grounded than anyone else in this fractured house, acting as if he were a permanent fixture at her grandmother's side.
"He is Kim Namjoon," her grandmother introduced warmly. "I told you about him over the phone so many times, remember? He—"
Seo-ah stood up before her grandmother could finish the praise, her posture instantly hardening into the sharp, unyielding executive persona she used as a shield. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kim," she said, drawing a stark, freezing line with her cold, professional voice. She didn't offer a hand. She didn't smile.
Turning back to the bed, her expression softened by only a fraction. "I will see you later, Halmoni. Please rest."
Without waiting for a response from either of them, Seo-ah turned on her heel and walked out of the bedroom, her footsteps echoing with a forced, rigid certainty until the double doors clicked shut behind her.
In the sudden quiet of the master suite, Namjoon let out a soft, low chuckle, shaking his head. "Just like you always said, Halmoni. So incredibly cold."
The Chairwoman let out a long, heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping as the regal facade slipped away entirely. "She looks so... devastatingly lost, Namjoon-ah. It breaks my heart."
Namjoon looked down at the old woman, the amusement instantly vanishing from his face as his smile faded into a grim, serious expression. He stepped forward, his tone dropping into a deeply protective, worried register.
"She will be fine, Halmoni. Don't worry about her right now. Please, you need to focus on yourself. You have been looking incredibly frail and weak lately, and it's getting worse." He paused, his jaw tightening with the heavy secret of her terminal illness. "I have already taken the liberty of booking a private check-up appointment for you for tomorrow morning. You are going."
Outside in the hallway, the heavy wooden doors offered no sound from within.
Seo-ah leaned her back against the cold, unfeeling wallpaper of the corridor. She closed her eyes, letting out a long, shaky exhale that she had been holding in the entire time.
A strange, bitter twist of emotion hit her chest. She felt entirely alone, an outsider in her own family home—but as she stared down at her empty hands, a quiet, melancholic sense of relief washed over her.
At least her grandmother had someone solid to lean on while she was gone.
A/n : Update every Saturday!
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You weren't lovers. You weren't friends.
They were just two strangers who shared one unforgettable night. Until a small life growing inside your belly changed everything.
Pairing : Kim seokjin x Reader
Genre : Cozy romance, smut, accidental pregnancy, fluff, domestic, couple, found family, emotional, sad, heartbreak, romance, rom-com, marriage
The transition from that hazy, alcohol-fueled night to the reality of your thriving studio had been seamless, yet the contrast was jarring. In your memory, he had left a different note—one that was polite but carried a distinct finality, tucked under your phone before he vanished into his own complicated life. But your mind had a habit of smoothing over the sharp edges of that morning, focusing instead on the warmth of the encounter rather than the abrupt end.
"Seriously, though," Yejin said, leaning forward and breaking your train of thought completely. "You looked like you were a million miles away just now. Sure the new corporate client isn't stressing you out?"
You shook your head, setting the mug down on the wooden table. "No, just thinking about a design concept. Or lack thereof."
"If it's the corporate tech headquarters project, please tell me we aren't doing minimalist grey," Minho groaned, slumping into his chair. "I will lose my mind if I have to look at another slate-colored floor plan."
"Actually, they want something that feels modern but grounded," you replied, glad for the distraction of work. "Lots of natural light, warm wood accents, and spaces that don't feel like a cubicle prison. It's a massive budget, which means we have total creative freedom, but they expect perfection."
Jiho tapped his pen against his desk. "When do we meet the representative? Hyunwoo said they were sending over their lead project manager today to look at our portfolio in person."
"They should be here in about an hour," you said, glancing at your watch.
The casual morning atmosphere shifted into an efficient, coordinated rush. Hokori Studio operated like a well-oiled machine when a deadline or a major presentation loomed. Ara abandoned her online shopping tabs to help Yejin polish the digital rendering slides, while Minho and Hyunwoo ensured the physical material samples—rich walnut woods, textured linens, and brushed brass fixtures—were perfectly laid out on the presentation table.
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The change from the buzzing energy of Hokori Studio to the quiet of your apartment usually brought relief. Tonight, it only felt heavy. You kicked off your shoes, greeted by the familiar, demanding meows of your orange-and-white kitten, Jezi. After a quick dinner of reheated takeout and a shower, you settled onto the living room rug with your sketchbook, trying to lose yourself in fabric swatches and floor plans.
Then, the first wave of nausea hit.
You blinked, pressing a hand to your stomach. You tried to brush it off as exhaustion or an upset dinner, but within minutes, a cold sweat broke out across your neck. The faint scent of kimchi stew in the kitchen suddenly felt violently overwhelming. You rushed to the sink, head spinning as the room tilted.
When the dizziness passed, you leaned against the counter, your eyes drifting toward the desk calendar. A sudden, tight knot formed in your chest.
With trembling fingers, you pulled up the tracking app on your phone. The screen loaded, delivering a cold, unyielding reality:
Period delayed: 10 days.
The air left your lungs. Your mind flashed back three weeks—the dim lighting of the VIP lounge, the expensive hotel room, and the polite, distant note Jin had left behind. You had been careful. You were sure of it.
Before panic could fully set in, your stomach churned again. You barely made it to the bathroom, dropping to your knees on the cold tile.
When the sickness finally subsided, you stayed on the floor, staring blankly at the dark screen of your phone. Jezi padded into the doorway, letting out a soft, questioning meow.
Slowly, your gaze drifted toward the bottom cabinet, where an old, forgotten pregnancy test sat buried beneath spare toiletries. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a suffocating rhythm filling the silence.
"No," you whispered into the empty room, your voice fracturing. "There's no way.”
It had to be stress. There was simply no other explanation.
Hokori had been busier than ever, and you were barely sleeping. Your diet consisted entirely of coffee and convenience store sandwiches. Stress could delay your period. It could make you emotional. You repeated these facts like a mantra until they almost sounded convincing.
Almost.
By the fourth day, the smell of Jiho’s tuna kimbap sent you sprinting to the restroom. By the fifth, you were craving strawberries dipped in condensed milk at ten in the morning. On the sixth day, you burst into tears because Minho accidentally deleted a Pinterest board.
"Should we call an ambulance?" Jiho had asked, genuinely alarmed.
"Boss, are you sick?" Yejin narrowed her eyes.
You denied it far too quickly, but by the end of the week, you couldn't even focus. You’d spend twenty minutes staring at a floor plan only to realize you'd been absentmindedly sketching tiny corporate-suited figures in the margins. One thought lingered persistently, terrifyingly, in the back of your mind. *No. It's impossible. Right?*
"You've zoned out four times in the last ten minutes."
Blinking, you looked up from your untouched bowl of ramyeon. Sana sat cross-legged across from you on her couch in oversized pajamas, while Jezi explored the apartment.
"I have not."
"You literally put your spoon into your water glass." Sana stared. "You've been weird."
"Everyone keeps saying that."
You groaned, collapsing against the cushions. Normally, rainy nights at Sana's helped. Tonight, the comfort felt out of reach.
Sana popped a piece of fried chicken into her mouth. "Oh, by the way. I'm going out with Hoseok next weekend."
Your head snapped up so fast your neck protested. "What? Since when?"
"We've been texting."
"You never told me!"
"You've been weird!"
You stared at her. "...Fair."
A grin spread across Sana's face. "Apparently, he thinks I'm funny."
"You are funny," you muttered, but the mention of that night—the VIP lounge, Hoseok, and by extension, Jin—settled heavily in your chest. Your smile faded completely.
Sana noticed immediately. Her expression softened. "...Y/N?"
The words stuck in your throat. For a long moment, the only sound was the television. Then, your voice cracked. "I think... I think I might be pregnant."
Silence. Sana nearly dropped her drink. "You what?"
"I don't know for sure!"
"How late are you?"
"...A few weeks."
"Have you taken a test?"
"No," you admitted, looking away guiltily. "I've been busy. And... I've been scared. I thought if I ignored it, maybe it would go away."
Sana’s expression melted instantly. She reached across the couch, squeezing your hand tight. "We'll figure it out."
"How?"
Sana was already pulling out her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. "Step one: we stop pretending this isn't happening. I'm ordering pregnancy tests."
Your eyes widened. "You can order those online?"
"It's twenty-first-century Korea. We can order literally anything."
You buried your face in your hands, completely overwhelmed, until a sudden crash cut through the tension. Jezi had leaped onto the dining table, knocking a water glass everywhere.
"Oh my God!" Sana shrieked.
You stared at the mess, and then, unexpectedly, you laughed. A genuine, breathless laugh that dissolved into helpless giggles until tears gathered in your eyes. Sana joined in, because honestly, what else could you do?
A sharp chime sounded from Sana's phone. The laughter died instantly.
"The tests will be here in thirty minutes," she announced quietly.
Your pulse quickened, your palms growing clammy. Thirty minutes. You suddenly wished time would completely stop.
Sana squeezed your hand again, forcing you to look at her. "Hey. No matter what that test says, you're not dealing with this alone."
Your throat tightened as you nodded. Outside, the rain continued to fall softly against the windows. But inside, fear had officially taken root. You were finally forced to confront the reality that one beautiful accident had changed your entire life.
The doorbell chimed with an aggressive, digital ring that made your stomach completely drop.
Sana returned from the door holding a plain brown paper bag. She didn’t say a word, just pulled out the small boxes and handed you two of the plastic sticks. Her eyes were fiercely supportive, but you could see the underlying tension in her jaw.
"Go on," she murmured softly. "I'm right here."
Your legs felt like lead as you locked yourself in Sana's bathroom. The entire process felt completely mechanical, detached from reality, until you laid the two tests flat on the marble counter. You couldn't bear to watch the windows clear, so you turned your back, pressing your forehead against the cool wooden door.
Please, you prayed silently, your eyes squeezed shut. Please let it be a mistake.
When the timer on your phone finally buzzed, your breath caught. You turned around slowly, your hands shaking so violently you could barely pick them up.
There was no room for denial. On both tests, two dark, unwavering pink lines stared right back at you.
A choked, broken sound escaped your throat. The bathroom door flew open instantly, and Sana took one look at your face before throwing her arms around you.
"Oh, Y/N," she whispered, pulling you into a tight embrace.
The dam broke. You buried your face in her shoulder, sobbing so hard your chest violently heaved. Every ounce of fear, stress, and overwhelming panic you had bottled up over the past weeks poured out in a torrent of hot tears. Your life, your career, Hokori Studio, and the image of Jin’s guarded, handsome face crossed your mind in a terrifying blur. You felt entirely unanchored, drifting into a future you hadn't planned for and couldn't control.
Sana didn't try to give you hollow reassurances. She just held you tight against the bathroom floor, stroking your hair and letting you cry until your chest felt hollow and your eyes burned.
Later that night, Sana insisted on coming back to your apartment. She quietly packed up Jezi’s things, drove you home, and made sure you got into your pajamas while she adjusted the living room lights to a dim, comforting amber glow.
The K-drama was long forgotten, the television screen completely dark. Outside, the city traffic had quieted, leaving only the steady, rhythmic patter of rain against your bedroom window.
You lay on your side in bed, staring blankly at the wall. The silence of the room felt heavy, almost suffocating. Sensing your distress, Jezi padded softly across the mattress. The tiny kitten curled herself right into the curve of your stomach, her small body emitting a rhythmic, comforting purr.
As you wrapped your arms tightly around the kitten, pulling her close to your chest, a fresh wave of quiet tears slipped down your cheeks, dampening the pillow. The weight of reality settled into your bones. You were completely terrified.
From the doorway, Sana watched you silently. She didn't press you to talk. She just stepped into the room, pulled the heavy cream throw blanket over your shoulders, and quietly climbed into the space beside you, keeping a protective, grounding hand on your arm until your exhausted, weeping body finally succumbed to sleep.
The harsh morning light filtered through the blinds, casting long, sharp shadows across the bedroom floor. You were sitting on the edge of the mattress, your legs pulled up slightly as Jezi remained curled in a tight, sleeping ball on your lap. Your hand, trembling slightly, drifted down to press against your flat stomach. It felt surreal. There was no visible difference, yet everything had changed.
"You need to speak with him," Sana’s quiet voice broke the silence.
She stepped into the room, placing a plate with a piece of unbuttered toast on the nightstand beside you. The smell of food made your stomach turn slightly, but you didn't move.
"I can't," you whispered, your eyes still fixed on your lap. "Sana, you don't understand..."
Sana sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, being mindful of the sleeping kitten. Her expression was heavy with worry, but her voice remained steady.
"Even if he doesn't want it, you need to at least inform him, Y/N," she said softly, reaching over to squeeze your shoulder. "You can't carry this secret alone forever. And it's not fair for him either. It'll destroy you."
You swallowed the thick lump in your throat, a hot tear slipping down your cheek. "I'm just terrified of his reaction."
"I know," Sana murmured, leaning closer. "But you have to face it. Because you are not the type to abort, I know that. You're going to keep this baby, aren't you?"
You didn't answer right away. Your hand remained pressed against your stomach, feeling the faint, terrifying weight of the future. Slowly, you nodded, your lower lip trembling.
"Then he has a right to know," Sana said gently. "And you have a right to get some answers.”
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"The emotional payoff isn't strong enough.”
The conference room fell dead silent.
Jin looked up from his stack of reports, his expression more thoughtful than critical. On the massive screen behind him, concept art from the studio's upcoming RPG illuminated the dimly lit room.
“Our protagonist spends fifteen chapters trying to save his kingdom,” Jin continued, tapping his pen against the polished mahogany table. “If players aren’t emotionally invested in his bonds, his sacrifice at the end won't mean a thing.”
A few narrative designers nodded instantly. One of the junior writers hesitated, raising her hand. “So... should we add more interaction scenes?”
“Not necessarily.” Jin leaned back, casually rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt. “People remember the small things. Shared meals. Inside jokes. The flaws that make characters feel human. Build the relationships first. Then the tragedy will actually hurt.”
The room erupted into a frenzy of scribbled notes. Across the table, Hoseok hid an amused smirk behind his coffee cup.
“Noted, CEO Kim,” Hoseok teased. “Make them cry.”
Jin shot him a flat, unimpressed look. “It's called emotional depth.”
“Same difference.”
A few employees stifled laughs. Ignoring them, Jin neatly gathered his documents. “Let’s revise the arc and reconvene tomorrow morning. Dismissed.”
Chairs scraped against the floor as everyone filed out. Jin stayed behind for a moment, skimming the latest development reports until his phone buzzed insistently against the table.
Mother.
His brows furrowed. She rarely called during office hours. Sliding his thumb across the screen, he brought the phone to his ear. “Mother?”
“Come home for dinner tonight.”
Jin blinked. “...Is everything alright?”
“Of course.” There was a suspicious pause. “You haven't visited in weeks.”
“Because I’m running a company.”
“Then run it less.”
Jin pinched the bridge of his nose. “I have meetings tomorrow—”
“Dinner. Seven sharp.”
The line went dead.
Jin stared blankly at the screen. Hoseok, who had lingered by the door, leaned against the frame. “...Should I call security?”
An hour later, Jin loosened his tie as he navigated his sleek black sedan through the Seoul traffic. The towering glass skyscrapers gradually faded into the quiet, manicured streets of his childhood neighborhood.
He couldn't shake the sinking feeling in his stomach. His mother never insisted like this. And she definitely didn't hang up on him.
Pulling into the familiar driveway, Jin killed the engine and stared at the warmly lit windows of the estate.
“This better not be another blind date,” he muttered to himself.
Because if there was one thing more terrifying than work deadlines, it was his mother with a plan.
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Jin killed the engine of his black Ferrari. If there was anything he loved more than the high-stakes thrill of running his company, it was the raw power of a sports car and the immersive escape of gaming. But right now, neither could save him.
The sun was sinking low over the horizon, bleeding a hazy, bruised orange across the Seoul sky.
In front of him, his family’s mansion loomed, practically glowing with an energy that Jin instantly recognized as trouble. His eyes narrowed, immediately locking onto two unfamiliar luxury cars parked in the driveway.
Guests.
He gripped the steering wheel, his mind instantly running the numbers. What is the exact probability that I can throw this car into reverse, pull a U-turn, and disappear into the night?
"Jin!"
Before he could shift into gear, the front door opened. His father stood on the porch. In his mid-sixties, the elder Kim was a picture of refined composure, his dark hair salted with silver strands that only added to his distinguished aura. He waved a hand, gesturing impatiently. "Come on, come on. Don't just sit in the car."
Jin forced his lips into a practiced, seamless smile as he stepped out. "Dad. Beautiful evening, isn't it?"
He walked inside, his boots clicking against the marble floor, only for his gaze to land squarely on the living room. A completely unfamiliar family was seated on the plush velvet sofas.
Jin’s gaze locked onto his mother, and he let out a long, silent internal sigh.
He was in for a long, fucking day.
"Jin, perfect timing," his mother beamed, her eyes sparkling with matchmaking triumph. She gestured toward a young woman sitting gracefully across from her. "This is Yeri. Come, sit down—"
Jin maintained his polite smile, though his soul was practically leaving his body. This wasn't his first rodeo. He went through these exhausting, staged blind dates almost every month. But usually, it was a quiet dinner at a discreet restaurant.
Today? Today his mother had escalated to a full-blown family merger ambush.
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Two days later, you stood frozen in the center of the main lobby of Onyx Entertainment.
Your fingers tightened around the strap of your handbag, a nervous reflex you couldn't quite control as you took in her surroundings. As an interior designer, it was a literal occupational hazard—you couldn't help but dissect every space you walked into. And this place? This place was an absolute masterpiece.
It didn't just whisper luxury; it screamed it from the top of its soaring, double-height ceilings.
The aesthetic was a flawless execution of brutalist elegance mixed with high-tech futurism. Sleek, matte-black marble stretched across the floor, polished to such a high gloss that it perfectly mirrored the geometric recessed lighting above. The walls were lined with dark, textured acoustic wood paneling and brushed titanium accents that gave the entire space a moody, cinematic weight. It was expensive. It was intimidating. It was undeniably the kingdom of a gaming empire.
Everywhere you looked, technology blended seamlessly into the architecture. Embedded into the onyx walls were massive, floor-to-ceiling LED screens, currently displaying hyper-realistic, slow-motion promotional loops of the studio's upcoming RPG. Legendary warriors in intricate, glowing armor stood against dynamic, smoke-filled backdrops, their capes billowing in a digital wind so crisp she could see the individual threads.
Even the receptionist's desk was a sculptural block of raw, backlit quartz that looked like a rare, glowing mana crystal pulled straight from a fantasy realm. Every piece of custom furniture, from the minimalist leather lounge chairs to the subtle neon-blue ambient lighting glowing from beneath the baseboards, felt meticulously curated.
It was a gamer's paradise, wrapped in a multi-million dollar corporate bow.
"Can I help you?" a polite voice interrupted her thoughts.
You snapped out of your design trance, turning toward the reception desk. "Ah, yes. I'm here for the..." You swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of how massive the building felt. "...the meeting with CEO Kim.”
The receptionist’s gaze flicked down, taking in the stark contrast. In a building dominated by sharp black marble and dark, tech-focused aesthetics, you stood out like a sore thumb. With your soft pastel outfit and gentle, understated appearance, you looked completely out of place in a ruthless gaming empire.
"...Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked, her tone professional but skeptical. "What's your name? I'll check the system—"
"I don't," you blurted out quickly, a flush of heat creeping up your neck.
Fuck. You mentally cursed yourself. You should have just texted him first.
Panic began to claw its way into your chest, making your hands shake against your bag. Would a powerful, wealthy CEO like Kim Seokjin even agree to see you? What if he completely denied everything? What if he cold-bloodedly told you to abort the baby?
The terrifying spiral of thoughts crashed over you like a tidal wave. Are you even ready to be a single mother? And even if by some miracle he agrees to take responsibility... then what? Do you raise the baby separately, passing a child back and forth between two strangers?*
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the overwhelming glare of the digital screens. The sheer weight of the secret you were carrying felt heavy enough to crush you.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," the receptionist's voice snapped you back to reality. Her expression was firmly polite now, the kind reserved for turning away unwanted visitors. "You need to have a pre-scheduled appointment to meet with the CEO. I can't let you up."
Before you could even try to formulate an excuse, she turned on her heel and walked back to the security barriers.
Left with no other choice, you dragged your heavy steps over to the plush waiting couches. You sank into the deep leather, pulling a small water bottle from your bag. As you took a slow, trembling sip, you stared blankly at the massive, glowing screens of the lobby, desperately trying to stop the tears of pure anxiety from blurring your vision.
"Oh, Y/N?"
A bright but hesitant voice cut through the fog of your panic. You blinked rapidly, looking up as a tear slipped down your cheek. Walking toward you with a deeply concerned frown was Hoseok, a stack of folders clutched in his arms.
"Are you okay? What are you doing here?"
Your heart did a nervous flip. Does he work here too?
"Ah, nothing. I just..." You frantically wiped at your eyes, but your voice cracked, betraying just how terrified you were.
Hoseok immediately shifted the files to one arm and pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to you. "Hey, breathe. Is everything alright? Did you come here to see Jin? Did he do something?"
You sniffled, dabbing at your eyes, the weight of the truth pressing heavily against your chest. "No... he didn't... I just..." You took a shaky, desperate breath. "Can you... can you please help me see him? Just for a few minutes?"
Hoseok didn't even hesitate. He checked his luxury watch and nodded. "Of course. He should be wrapping up his morning meeting right about now. Come on."
Standing up on unstable legs, you followed him past the strict security barriers you couldn't breach moments ago. Your mind was a complete blur as Hoseok pressed the button for the executive elevator, the smooth, mirrored doors closing to whisk you up to the topmost floor.
You were an absolute wreck. You closed your eyes, pressing a hand against your stomach, trying to ignore the frantic, erratic thumping of your heart.
Ding.
"Here we are," Hoseok said gently, guiding you out.
The entire floor felt different from the bustling lobby below. It was quieter, heavier with an undeniable aura of absolute power. A few high-level executives and assistants greeted Hoseok with respectful nods as you passed, their curious eyes lingering on your pastel clothes and tear-stained face, but you barely noticed.
Hoseok stopped in front of a pair of towering, double-matte-black doors. He gave a brief, polite knock before pushing one open, gesturing for you to step inside.
"Jin, you have a guest."
Sitting behind a massive, custom-carved obsidian desk, Jin didn't look up immediately. He was completely immersed in his element, looking devastatingly sharp and professional in a tailored black suit that cost more than your yearly rent. The subtle glint of his watch caught the light as his expensive fountain pen flew across a stack of contracts.
He let out a dry, distracted chuckle. "Now? Who could possibly—"
Jin lifted his gaze, and the words died in his throat.
The air in the room instantly turned to ice. His dark eyes locked onto yours, his sharp composure faltering for a fraction of a second as he took in your trembling frame and the tears threatening to spill over your lashes.
"I'll leave you two alone," Hoseok murmured softly, offering you one last reassuring glance before slipping out and letting the heavy door click shut behind him.
The silence that followed was deafening.
The fountain pen loosened in his grip.
"Y/N?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a stark contrast to the commanding tone he usually held in this office.
Jin hadn’t forgotten you. Not for a single second. For the past two weeks, through every grueling corporate meeting and every agonizingly boring family setup his mother forced him into, your face had been the only thing lingering in the back of his mind. He had convinced himself it was just a passing night. A beautiful, closed-off page in a life that was already scripted for him. He never expected you to actually show up here.
Setting the pen down on the pristine mahogany, he stood up, his tall frame cutting a striking silhouette against the floor-to-ceiling windows. He gestured gently toward the plush leather chairs across from his desk. "Please, sit. Would you like something to drink? Coffee, or—"
"Anything except coffee," you interrupted, the response slipping out a little too quickly, a little too desperate.
Coffee was at the absolute top of your forbidden list now. Just the thought of the bitter aroma made your stomach churn with instant, violent morning sickness.
Jin’s brows knitted together in brief confusion at your intensity, but he recovered smoothly. Pressing the intercom, he quietly ordered a chilled glass of fresh fruit juice instead. He leaned back against the edge of his desk, crossing his arms.
"How did you find out I worked here?" he asked, keeping his tone carefully light, trying not to sound like he was interrogating you.
"Through Sana," you replied softly, your fingers twisting the strap of your bag in your lap. "Ah... Hoseok and Sana are seeing each other."
Jin let out a sudden, breathy chuckle of sheer disbelief, the rigid CEO facade cracking just a bit. "Woah. Look at that. That idiot didn't say a single word to me."
The brief flash of amusement faded as quickly as it came. Jin’s gaze dropped back down to you, taking in the nervous way you breathed, the pale tint to your cheeks, and the faint traces of tears. The easygoing atmosphere vanished, replaced by a heavy, breathless tension.
He leaned in slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.
"Y/N," he said softly, his voice dropping an octave. "You didn't come all the way here just to tell me about Hoseok’s dating life. What's wrong?”
You looked down, the sheer weight of nervousness eating you alive. You could feel Jin’s intense, curious gaze burning into you, waiting for an answer. Squeezing your eyes shut, you inhaled deeply, desperate to find an ounce of courage, before forcing yourself to look up.
"I'm pregnant."
The words hung in the air. The massive office went dead silent, the ambient hum of the building completely fading away.
"What?"
Jin let out a breathless, dry chuckle, but it died instantly. "Are you serious? We..." He abruptly stood up from his chair, the sudden movement causing it to roll back. "We didn't use a condom..." He turned away, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair as he paced toward the massive glass windows, staring blindly at the Seoul skyline. "I thought you were on the pill. Fuck!"
You shook your head, a heavy sob threatening to break through. "I didn't remember much about protection from that night. I... I thought you used a condom," you countered, your voice trembling violently.
Jin turned around to look at you, his carefully constructed corporate composure completely shattering. He wasn't looking at a stranger trying to trap him; he was looking at you. He saw the ghostly paleness of your face, the visible shiver in your hands, and the fresh tears pooling in your eyes.
"I don't know... what to say," Jin murmured, his voice dropping into a conflicted whisper. He couldn't face the vulnerability in your eyes, turning his back to you once more. "I need some time..."
The rejection cut deep, sharper than any knife.
Bracing yourself, you stood up on unstable legs. "I'll leave you to it," you whispered. "My number."
With trembling fingers, you pulled your minimalist interior design business card from your bag and placed it quietly on the edge of his obsidian desk. You didn't wait for him to look back. Turning on your heel, you walked out of the office, your vision completely blurred. Even from behind, you could see the rigid, frozen hesitance in his posture.
The elevator ride down felt like an eternity, and the moment your feet hit the pavement outside the towering Onyx Entertainment building, you broke.
A choked sob escaped your lips as you buried your face in your hands, blending into the busy, indifferent crowd of the city. Rich people, you thought bitterly, your heart breaking into pieces. They never own up to their mistakes.
I get the idea from your masterlist that Seokjin is your bias wrecker and Jimin Jungkook are your bias right ?
Also there are no works on Taehyung not even oneshot *pouts* . Can we have atleast oneshot ?
No 😭 I'm actually a total sucker for Namjoon and Yoongi. The way I write stories is very idea-driven. Whenever I get a new story concept, I automatically choose the member who comes to mind first and who fits the overall theme best. Like, I just can't write Seokjin in darker fics because he gives me soft, romantic K-drama male lead vibes. And I can't picture Yoongi in an obsession fic because he's not the loud, over-the-top type. I have these little character associations in my head, and that's how I decide who leads each story. 😭
And yes, about taehyung, I might actually write a high school-to-office romance for him soon, so don't worry! 🤭 (Our beloved summer vibes? I have been getting the vibes for so long. Just need to work on it)
I will also write a fic on hoseok too! I will cover all the members very soon <3
You weren't lovers. You weren't friends.
You both were just two strangers who shared one unforgettable night. Until a small life growing inside your belly changed everything.
Pairing : Kim seokjin x Reader
Genre : Cozy romance, smut, accidental pregnancy, fluff, domestic, couple, found family, emotional, sad, heartbreak, romance, rom-com, marriage.
The neon lights of the club blurred into a dizzying streak, the heavy bass vibrating right through your chest as the alcohol began to cloud your brain.
"Ah, I really shouldn't be drinking!" you groaned, leaning heavily against the bar. You shot a mock glare at your best friend, Sana, who was entirely responsible for dragging you out tonight.
Sana pouted, rolling her eyes as she pushed a fresh glass into your hand. "Shut up and drink, okay? Your studio just landed a massive interior designing project and you’re acting like it's just another Tuesday. What the fuck, Y/N? Celebrate a little!" Before you could protest, she tilted the glass, playfully forcing the shot down your throat. "There! That's my girl!"
You coughed slightly, the burning, sweet taste of the alcohol hitting the back of your throat. "But I should be focusing on the pitch and the blueprints tomorrow instead of getting wasted, you idiot," you complained, though a breathless laugh escaped your lips.
"You are literally the boss," Sana laughed, pouring herself another round and nudging your shoulder. "No one is going to question you if you show up with a hangover. Now, take another one."
You let out a dramatic sigh, but the warmth spreading through your chest made it hard to stay stubborn. You took the glass and downed the shot.
Sana wasn't wrong. You had spent years grinding away at firms, pulling sleepless nights for demanding bosses, all to finally open your own interior designing studio. It was still small, but it was yours, and it finally brought in a stable income. Between managing clients and building the business from the ground up, a wild night out was a luxury you hadn't been able to afford in ages.
Letting the music wash over you, you looked around the crowded, pulsating club. For the first time in months, the weight of the studio felt a little lighter, buried under the heavy beat of the music and the blissful buzz of the liquor.
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Meanwhile, up in the exclusive haze of the VIP section overlooking the dance floor, Jin and Hoseok were having a blast of their own. Hoseok smirked, swirling the ice in his glass as he watched his friend down another drink with uncharacteristic wildness.
"Whoa, slow down there, big boss!" Hoseok chuckled, leaning over the loud music.
"What do you mean slow down?" Jin cheered, a bright, unbothered smile breaking across his handsome face as he held his glass high. "My company just hit the ultimate jackpot with our new game launch! I should be celebrating, you idiot!"
Hoseok just shook his head affectionately, taking a slow sip of his own drink. "Ahh," he sighed, leaning back against the plush leather couch. "Well, I’m just glad to see you actually enjoying life for once instead of staring at source code and game sheets."
Jin’s smile faded for a fraction of a second, a fleeting shadow crossing his eyes, but he quickly shook it off. He flashed Hoseok another grin and started vibing to the heavy, pulsing beat of the music again.
"Seriously though, Hyung, you should take advantage of this," Hoseok teased, nudging him with an elbow and nodding toward a group of women nearby who had been glancing their way all night. "There are so many girls trying to catch your eye right now."
"Ey, absolutely not," Jin said, his tone suddenly turning strict as he took a measured sip of his whiskey. He held up a finger authoritatively. "I have back-to-back meetings tomorrow morning for the new game development cycle. I am not taking anyone home tonight.”
The bass from the sound system downstairs thrummed right through the floorboards of the VIP lounge, vibrating against Jin’s chest as the strobe lights swept the room in lazy, cutting arcs of electric blue and violet.
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Leaning back into the deep leather of the booth, Jin idly swirled the amber whiskey in his glass, his eyes tracking the heavy glass door at the entrance. He checked his watch for the third time in ten minutes, a quiet scowl touching his lips.
"Did he fall into the toilet, or did he somehow manage to get lost?" he muttered to himself. Hoseok had been gone for twenty minutes just to use the restroom, a feat that was becoming increasingly irritating.
As if summoned by pure spite, the heavy glass door swung open, and Hoseok finally sauntered back in.
Except he wasn't alone.
Jin’s eyes narrowed instantly, his inner CEO immediately putting up a defensive wall. Following closely behind his friend was a woman with long, dark hair and an easy, unapologetic smile. She was looking around the exclusive lounge with an expression that was entirely too bright and excited for Jin's current mood.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Jin sighed, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I leave you alone for less than half an hour, and you start collecting people?"
"Excuse you," Hoseok scoffed, completely unbothered as he crossed his arms. "I made friends. There’s a difference."
The woman beside him let out a loud, genuine snort. "You make it sound like he's a stray puppy you found on the street."
Jin blinked, his gaze shifting past her. It was only then that he noticed a second figure standing a step behind them, partially obscured by the shadow of the doorway.
Unlike her loud, confident friend, this woman looked deeply hesitant. Reserved. Your posture screamed that you were currently questioning every life choice that had led you to this specific VIP booth. Your eyes briefly swept across the expensive crystal decanters and the private security stationed near the velvet ropes before dropping back down to your shoes. You shifted your weight awkwardly from one heel to the other, your knuckles turning slightly white where you gripped the strap of your purse.
Hoseok flashed a wide, proud grin, gesturing between them. "Hyung, this is Sana." He tapped the shoulder of the louder girl before nodding toward the quieter one. "And this is Y/N."
Sana gave a cheerful wave. "Hi! Thank you for letting us completely invade your private space."
You offered a small, tentative smile that didn't quite reach your eyes, looking genuinely apologetic. "Sorry for the trouble."
Jin stared at them for a long, quiet moment, his expression unreadable. Then, a low, amused scoff escaped him as he looked back at Hoseok. "You know, I was wondering why a simple bathroom break took you a quarter of an hour."
"You're very welcome," Hoseok deadpanned, before smoothly sliding into the curved booth and patting the space next to him.
The seating arrangement settled itself with brutal efficiency. Sana slid right in next to Hoseok, immediately launching into a fast-paced conversation about the club's playlist, which left the wide, empty expanse of leather right next to Jin completely open.
You stood at the edge of the table, freezing mid-motion. You looked at the empty space, then at Jin's impeccable, tailored black shirt, and swallowed hard. "...Should I sit somewhere else?"
Jin tilted his head up, raising a dark eyebrow in a challenge. "Do you bite?"
"What?"
"I asked if you bite."
The sheer absurdity of the question caught you off guard. A tiny, breathless laugh escaped your lips before you shook your head. "No."
"Good. Then sit down."
You carefully slid into the booth, keeping a polite, deliberate distance between them as you tried her best not to look completely overwhelmed. The VIP section was a stark contrast to the sweaty, suffocating chaos of the dance floor downstairs. Up here, the air tasted cleaner, the leather was plush, the staff moved like ghosts serving top-shelf liquor, and everything dripped with money. She had never set foot in a place like this in her life.
Sana, however, looked ready to move in permanently.
"Oh my God," Sana whispered loudly across the table to Hoseok, not a single filter in place. "Do real people actually sit here? The leather feels like a cloud."
Hoseok nearly choked on the drink he had just poured.
Jin fought down the sudden urge to laugh, instead cutting a sideways glance at the woman next to him. You were quiet. Observant. Whenever Hoseok threw a question your way, you answered politely and concisely, but you made no effort to force your way into the conversation. It wasn't that you seemed uncomfortable; it felt more like you simply preferred to listen rather than speak.
"You know," Jin started, shifting his weight and resting his elbow along the back of the leather couch, leaning slightly toward her. "Most people would have asked what I do for a living by now."
You turned your head, your dark eyes meeting his directly. "Should I?"
Jin blinked, momentarily taken aback by the lack of hesitation. "...Usually, people do. It’s standard club small talk."
You shrugged, a small, genuine gesture. "If you wanted me to know your title, you probably would have introduced yourself with it."
The corner of Jin's mouth tugged upward. Well. That was interesting. "And what if I told you I’m completely unemployed?"
Your gaze dropped. You looked at the incredibly sleek, expensive watch peeking out from beneath the cuff of his black sleeve. Then you looked at the premium, imported whiskey sitting on the marble table. Finally, you looked back up into his handsome face.
"I'd say you're absolutely terrible at budgeting."
Jin barked out a sudden, surprised laugh, the sound rich and clear over the ambient bass.
Across the table, Hoseok paused mid-sentence, his eyes widening. "Hyung," he wheezed, pointing a finger at Y/N. "I think I really like her."
Jin completely ignored him, keeping his focus locked onto the woman beside him. "So, what is it you do then, since you're such an expert on budgeting?"
"I own an interior design studio."
"You own it?" Jin repeated, a genuine flash of appreciation in his eyes.
You nodded simply. "It's small."
"You say that like running your own business isn't impressive."
"It's just work," you replied softly.
Jin studied your face beneath the shifting purple lights. There wasn't a single drop of arrogance in your voice, no desperate need to inflate your achievements or impress him because of the VIP tag. You were just stating facts.
"What about you?" she asked after a quiet beat, turning the tables.
Jin tilted his head, a playful smirk returning to his lips. "What if I told you I don't want to say?"
For the first time that night, a sharp, teasing glint appeared in your eyes, breaking through your reserved exterior. "Then I'd have to assume you're currently in witness protection."
Jin laughed again—a real, unforced laugh that felt entirely too easy for a room full of strangers.
Across the table, Sana leaned over and gave Hoseok a discreet, heavy nudge with her elbow. "...Are they flirting?" she whispered under her breath.
Hoseok took a slow, deliberate sip of his drink, watching his notoriously guarded friend smile like a teenager. "Oh, absolutely."
Meanwhile, You looked down at the fresh, untouched glass the server had placed in front of her. The temporary wave of confidence faded slightly, replaced by a sudden wave of self-awareness.
"You don't have to entertain me, you know," you said quietly, your voice dropping below the noise of the booth.
Jin frowned slightly, his amusement faltering. "What?"
"You only invited us up here because your friend put you on the spot," you explained, giving him a small, understanding smile. "You don't have to feel obligated to keep me company just because I'm sitting in your booth."
For some inexplicable reason, the word obligated struck a sharp, irritating nerve in him. Jin leaned in a fraction closer, narrowing the distance between until you could smell the faint, clean scent of his cologne beneath the smoky aroma of the whiskey.
"What if I'm not doing this out of obligation?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave, steady and direct. "What if I actually want to?"
You looked at him properly then, the proximity forcing you to really see him. Close enough to realize that behind the incredibly sharp, intimidating features of a man used to command, there was a strange, grounding warmth. Close enough to see that despite the tailored luxury and the effortless charm, a deep, heavy exhaustion lingered at the corners of his eyes.
"You don't even know me," she pointed out, her voice barely a breath.
Jin raised his glass, holding it between them like a toast. "Then I suppose we'll just have to fix that tonight."
For the first time since you had walked through the door, Yoh smiled without a single shred of hesitation. And as Jin watched the expression transform your face, he found himself thinking that maybe Hoseok taking twenty minutes in the bathroom hadn't been an inconvenience at all.
The alcohol was definitely taking over now, wrapping the edges of your vision in a warm, heavy haze. Yet, beneath the buzz, a small, stubborn knot of anxiety remained in your stomach. Jin gestured toward your glass again with a flick of his wrist, swirling his martini as he watched you. You hesitated. Despite how down-to-earth he and Hoseok seemed, everything about them screamed elite. They were the kind of wealthy where they didn't even have to try. You couldn't shake the nagging fear that the moment the night ended, they’d look back and think you and Sana were just two gold diggers who climbed into their VIP booth for a free ride.
But as the night stretched on, that anxiety was systematically drowned in liquor. One drink turned into two, then three, until the passage of time became a blur of laughter, bass, and Jin's eyes locked entirely on you.
Suddenly, a sharp shift in the booth’s dynamic made you halt mid-sip.
Right across from you, Hoseok had leaned in and crashed his lips onto Sana's.
You froze, your glass hovering in the air. Beside you, Jin let out a long, dramatic sigh, leaning his head back against the couch. "God, took him long enough. I thought I’d have to sponsor his confidence."
Sana broke the kiss for a split second, breathless, and caught your wide-eyed gaze. She flashed you a blatant, playful wink. "Guess you're going back home alone tonight, babe," she teased, completely unbothered, before throwing her arms around Hoseok's neck and pulling him back into a deep kiss.
You immediately turned your head away, a sudden rush of heat hitting your face that was only half-caused by the alcohol. The room felt spinny, the visual of your best friend completely abandoning ship leaving you temporarily stranded.
Beside you, a low, rumbling hum vibrated in Jin’s throat. You turned your eyes back to him to find him smirking, his head tilted as he studied your flushed face.
"Why?" Jin murmured, his voice dropping into a smooth, teasing register. "Do you not do one-night stands?"
It was a hypocritical question, really. Jin had strictly sworn off one-night stands nearly years ago. But looking at you right now—the slight messiness of your hair, the soft curve of your lips, the sharp, quiet intelligence that hadn't faded even with the drinks—he couldn't find it in himself to care about his own rules. You were, down to the very last detail, exactly his type. And for the first time in years, a fierce, unfiltered desire was clawing at him.
You swallowed hard, the hazy weight of his gaze making your heart beat double-time. "Been a while," you replied softly, your voice a little breathier than you intended.
Jin didn't say anything to that. Instead, he simply closed the distance.
The shift was subtle, but entirely deliberate. You felt the heavy, solid warmth of his thigh press firmly against yours beneath the table, sending a jolt straight up your spine. He reached down, his large, warm hand sliding effortlessly over yours. His thumb began drawing slow, agonizingly gentle circles against the back of your hand, a rhythmic, grounding contrast to the chaotic music surrounding you.
When you didn't pull away, Jin leaned in even closer. His free hand reached up, his fingers gently twirling a loose strand of your dark hair, his knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck.
"Then let's make it worth the wait," he whispered directly into your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver cascading down your entire body.
The loud, thumping music of the club seemed to fade into a distant background buzz the moment his lips met yours. You weren't even sure exactly when you had moved, but suddenly you were pushed back into the shadowed corner of the VIP lounge, the heavy leather booth and the curtained alcove shielding you both from the rest of the room.
Jin didn't rush. He kissed you slowly at first, tasting the sweet, lingering sting of the alcohol on your breath. His lips moved against yours with a deliberate, intoxicating rhythm that made your knees feel weak. When his tongue swept across your bottom lip, a quiet sigh escaped you, and you opened up to him completely. The kiss deepened, becoming heavy and urgent. A low, pleased moan vibrated in Jin’s throat, the sound sending a thrill straight through you as his large hands slid down your waist, pulling you flush against his solid frame.
You gasped, your hands instinctively clutching at the smooth fabric of his black shirt as his lips suddenly left yours. He dragged his mouth down the sensitive line of your jaw, his kisses hot and demanding, before burying his face in the crook of your neck.
The feeling of his lips and the soft scrape of his tongue against your skin made your head spin. Every touch felt heightened, blurred by the liquor but intensely sharp where his hands gripped your hips, anchoring you to him in the dark.
Jin pulled back slightly, "i will make the night memorable for us."
You bit your bottom lip and nodded. Jin groaned and pulled at your bottom lip, and leaned down to lick it slowly. You felt your pussy clenched around nothing. God, this man was so hot. Your mind wasn't working right now but he was making you feel so many things you haven't felt in a while.
Jin pushed you further against the wall, his hand around your waist as he kissed you again. "Let's go."
You couldn't process when but in between his lazy touches and open mouth kisses, he bought you a five star hotel nearby.
The door locked behind you with a click. Jin unbuttoned his shirt, while his lips drafged down your cleavage.
The heat inside the hotel room was suffocating, thick with the scent of expensive cologne, spilled whiskey, and raw tension, remaining restraint dissolved into the shadows.
Jin’s hands were frantic but precise, mapping out every curve of your body as if he’d been waiting for this for hours. He didn't waste a single second. His fingers tangled in the front of your top, pulling the fabric down just enough to expose the smooth expanse of your chest. His mouth followed immediately, his lips hot and wet as they dragged a trail of fire down your jaw, past your collarbone, and straight into your cleavage.
A breathless whine escaped your throat, your fingers instantly gripping the soft strands of his hair. The friction of your clothes against your heightened skin was driving you insane, and when he caught your clothed nipple between his teeth, a sharp bite that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight between your thighs, you completely lost it. "Fuck..." you moaned, your back arching off the door.
"Fuck, yes," Jin growled against your skin, the vibration of his voice sending another shiver down your spine.
With a rough tug, he shoved the straps of your top down your arms, trapping your elbows and exposing the delicate lace of your bra. The sudden rush of cool air against your bare skin made you shiver, but Jin was there to burn you up again. Feeling a sudden surge of alcohol-fueled boldness, you grabbed him by the stiff collar of his unbuttoned shirt and pulled him up.
You didn't wait for him this time; you crashed your lips onto his, your tongue forcing its way into his mouth, taking control of the kiss with a needy, demanding hunger.
Jin let out a dark, muffled sound of approval into the kiss. He hooked one of his large hands firmly around the back of your thigh, lifting your leg to lock around his hip as he stepped completely into your space.
He pressed his lower body flush against yours, the heavy, rigid weight of his cock grinding directly against your center through the barrier of your clothes. You gasped into his mouth, your fingers tightening in his hair as a wave of heat pooled in your panties. Every deliberate rub of his hips was sweet torture, making you ache for a friction that your clothes were cruelly blocking out.
The world narrowed down to the soft mattress beneath you and the heavy, intoxicating weight of Jin hovering above. The air in the room felt thick, entirely consumed by the frantic rhythm of your breathing and the sharp, needy sounds escaping your throat.
Jin's fingers were unyielding, his two fingers stretching you open as they drove deeper, finding a rhythmic, curling motion that hit your sweet spot with agonizing precision. He didn't let up for a single second. Every plunge of his fingers was matched by the heavy, deliberate friction of his thumb circling your clit, sending waves of blinding heat radiating straight to your core.
"Jin—ah! Wait," you gasped, your fingers knotting tightly into the bedsheets as your hips instinctively arched, trying to find release but only burying his fingers deeper inside you. The pleasure was too sharp, too intense, pushing you right to the absolute edge of your sanity.
"Don't run from me," Jin rasped against your skin, his voice thick with a dark, gravelly hunger. He caught your wet nipple between his lips again, giving it a rough, feverish suck that made your toes curl. He watched your face through the dim light of the hotel room, watching the way your eyes stayed shut and your lips parted as you completely unraveled beneath him. "Look at how wet you are for me. You’re shaking, sweetheart."
He accelerated the pace of his fingers, his thumb applying a firmer, steadier pressure against your swollen clit. The friction was relentless.
You could feel the tight, overwhelming coil of an orgasm wrapping around your lower stomach, threatening to snap at any second. Your thighs trembled violently against his sides, your mind completely blanking out as the liquor and pure physical sensation merged into an unstoppable wave.
The friction of his lips against your sensitive skin was almost too much to bear. Jin’s tongue moved with an agonizingly slow, deliberate rhythm, lapping up the slick moisture you were producing.
Every time your breath hitched, his grip on your thighs tightened, anchoring you to the mattress so you couldn't escape the intense friction.
"J-jin..." your voice broke, a desperate stutter as the knot in your lower stomach tightened all over again. He didn't answer with words; instead, he let out a low, rumbling hum directly against your center. The sudden vibration sent a violent shiver straight up your spine, forcing a loud, unchecked whimper from your lips.
He dragged his tongue upward, tracing the sensitive folds before catching your clit between his lips and sucking harshly.
"Ahhh!" The room spun as a sharp jolt of pure pleasure hit you. Instinctively, your hand flew up to cover your mouth, trying to stifle the needy sounds echoing through the quiet hotel room.
But Jin wouldn't let you. He reached up, his large fingers wrapping around your wrist to gently but firmly pull your hand away from your face, pinning it against the mattress. "Let me hear you," he rasped, his dark eyes looking up at you through his messy bangs.
He dove back down, the tip of his nose nudging against your sensitive skin as he inhaled sharply, completely intoxicated by your arousal. He began peppering the damp entrance with light, rapid licks, teasing you until you were writhing beneath him. "You're dripping for me," he muttered against your skin, a rough, gravelly praise before his tongue stroked over you again, unyielding and thorough.
Your brain felt completely fried, the toxic mix of alcohol and overwhelming physical sensation rendering you incapable of coherent thought. Needing to pull him closer, you dragged him up by his shoulders, burying your fingers in his hair and pulling his face up to yours. You kissed him hard, tasting the sweet, musky flavor of your own arousal on his lips.
Jin groaned into the kiss, his tongue instantly tangling with yours, dominant and heavy as he sucked on your bottom lip. While keeping you completely distracted with the bruising depth of the kiss, he shifted his weight, his large hand reaching down to guide the thick, rigid length of his dick directly against your dripping entrance.
The heavy, intoxicating haze of the alcohol made everything blur at the edges, leaving only the fierce, burning heat between you. As he slowly pushed himself deeper, the intense fullness made your breath catch, a sharp cry escaping your lips.
You gripped his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his back as your body instinctively tightened around him.
He groaned, the sudden friction testing his control. "Fuck, don't do that, or this is going to end way too fast," he rasped against your lips, his voice thick and strained.
Shifting his weight, Jin anchored his hands on your hips, driving deeper with a slow, deliberate rhythm that had you throwing your head back. He let out a low smirk, watching your reaction. "You feel incredible. Seriously."
Whether it was the months of abstinence, the alcohol coursing through his veins, or just the intoxicating reality of having you beneath him, Jin was losing his grip on his usual restraint. His pace quickened, his breaths turning into ragged moans as the friction pushed him closer to the edge.
"I'm close," he panted, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He bit down softly on your skin, a dark wave of satisfaction washing over him as he felt the faint marks forming under his lips.
The intense, rapid friction finally pushed you over the limit. You gasped, your body trembling and tightening in a sudden, breathless release. Feeling the crushing warmth of your climax, Jin lost the last of his control. He thrust deep a few more times, his body tensing completely as he spilled inside you.
Exhausted and thoroughly spent, he collapsed onto the mattress beside you. Within seconds, the heavy combination of the alcohol and the sudden crash of adrenaline pulled you both under, drifting into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.
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The harsh, heavy morning sunlight cut through the hotel curtains, piercing straight through Jin’s closed eyelids. He groaned, a sharp, localized throb behind his temples making even moving his head a chore. Slowly forcing his eyes open, he didn't recognize the sleek, minimalist ceiling. This wasn't his apartment.
Then, he felt the distinct radiator-like warmth shifting beside him.
Jin rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the alcohol-induced fog, and looked over.
A woman.
He blinked, the memories of the previous night hitting him in disjointed, vivid fragments. Y/N. Right.
Cursing himself silently under his breath, he ran a hand through his messy hair. His head was pounding a brutal rhythm, his skin felt slick with a lingering, feverish sweat, and his throat was dry as ash. He had let himself get entirely too drunk.
Moving as quietly as his aching joints allowed, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pulled on his pants. He paused, looking back at you. You were completely passed out, sleeping cozily with your front pressed into the mattress, your lips slightly pouted, and dark strands of hair sprawled wildly across the white pillows.
Then his eyes traveled down to your neck. The faint, dark red marks from last night were on full display in the morning light. Jin closed his eyes, a heavy wave of regret washing over him. He had completely lost control.
He opened his eyes again, studying your face. There was no denying you were beautiful, but a heavy tightness formed in his chest. He didn't want this. He didn't have any plans to date, to get attached, or to let anyone in—not after the spectacular, exhausting collapse of his engagement two years ago. He was done with complications.
Gathering the rest of his clothes from the floor, he dressed quickly, his movements efficient but silent. He looked around for a piece of paper, finally settling on a small, clean tissue from the nightstand. Pulling a pen from his jacket pocket, he scrawled out a brief, polite, but distinctly distant message.
It was a wonderful night, Y/N. It was nice meeting you.
— Jin.
He slid the tissue carefully under the edge of your phone on the bedside table so the morning breeze wouldn't blow it away. Without looking back, he grabbed his keys, quietly turned the doorknob, and slipped out into the hallway, letting the lock click softly behind him.
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A/n : YOU GUYS BETTER BE READY FOR THIS ROLLERCOASTER! 😭 I CRIED SO MUCH WHILE WRITING THIS STORY.
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After ten years abroad, Seo-ah returns to Korea for her grandfather's funeral, only to discover she's been named the successor of her family
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Note : only a few chapters of Heiress will be available on Tumblr.
You are working so hard. It's really amazing to see your stories.
I wanted to ask something if you don't mind answering though (You may ignore, otherwise.)
How do you write so much? You have finished a number of stories that I've silently followed and finally got the courage to ask (still anonymously) that how do I get all the ideas and not juggle them all up? Like, I can see myself getting confused right from the screen?
You have quite a number of pending stories that you sound very enthusiastic about uploading... are they all finsihed stories sitting in your drafts or are you actively working on them and publsihing at the same time? If so, how do you stay motivated to do so?
(Again, you may ignore if you don't want to answer this. Just so you ge tto know, I really appreciate your dedicationa and I want to write openly to you one day. Love.)
I actually started writing at the end of April! I have a lot of time while travelling to and from my university, which is almost 6 hours in total every day. So, even after my free time in college, I still have around 6 hours for myself.
I had my semester exams in May, so I finished writing all the fics I planned to post during that month back in April. I had plenty of free time during my holidays, so I spent most of it writing stories.
As for motivation, I just love writing so much. I always have a lot of story ideas in my head, and I just need to get them out. I'm basically like RM. Reading, writing, and art exhibitions are my only hobbies.
I also have my semester break until the 22nd of June, so I started planning my new series. Right now, I'm writing and posting as I go instead of finishing the whole story before posting it. I'll write a chapter and then post it. I still have a lot of exciting ideas that I want to write.
I might slow down a bit once my next semester starts, but I'll still have plenty of time to write because of my daily commute. I usually use that time for writing, watching movies, K-dramas, and other things I enjoy.
And you can openly ask me anything about my writing. I really won't mind! 😭
Hey dear author I've a teeny tiny request . Please put the 'read more ' icon in your stories . You are new to writing field in tumblr so you might not know about this feature . We have a icon in the lowest right corner like this -
When you put this to your story it saves the space of scrolling , what I mean to say is . When I like your stories along with other stories to save them in read later area. I have to scroll endless to reach the stories beneath it . ( I don't know how to put it in words I hope you are getting me .)
By putting this option of 'read more' we would not have to scroll endless to reach the stories below in our feed , even for you as author it will make more space in your blog .
I am sorry if it came out as rude in any way . I just wanted to share my little prob with you .
By the way thank you for such amazing amazing and amazing stories you got me hooked to your blog 😁 . You are really talented and don't even get me started on series like obsession and obsidian Ah! They are my absolute fav I love them so much 💗. Thank you for such amazing stories dear .
Lots of love and support ❤️
Oh my god, thank you so much for telling me how to do it. I have been looking for that option for weeks now 😭 I got you girlll! Thank youuu for reading my storiesssss <333
A weekend over with your roommate's friends. A fun game to spice up the night and what could go wrong?
Pairing : JK x JM x TH x Reader
Warning : this one shot is full of smut with no plot. It contains Bi scenes, degradation, sex, double penetrating, spitting, eating out, body shots, foursome, blowjob, cumplay, squirting.
I suggest you to not read if you are not comfortable with above mentioned themes.
It was my first time writing multi smut shot :) this is purely smut and film of filthy smut. Read at your own risk. Not a great smut but my first try!
"Yaaa! Get some coke!" Jungkook yelled from the living room, his thumbs flying furiously over the controller as he played Call of Duty on the big screen with the guys.
Jungkook was your roommate. Because of that, you’d been introduced to his two best friends, Jimin and Taehyung, who practically lived at your apartment on the weekends. Over the past year, the four of you had grown incredibly close, and you genuinely loved having them around.
Jimin strolled into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. The definition of a rich kid, he looked effortlessly expensive in a sleek black leather jacket. "Coke? On a weekend? Since when did Jungkook get so boring?"
You chuckled, pulling a bottle from the shelf. "Don't worry, we have alcohol."
A smirk played on Jimin’s lips as he slipped up behind you. "Wow," he murmured. He let his hand rest casually—and completely unnecessarily—on the curve of your lower hip, leaning over your shoulder to peer into the open refrigerator.
You just smirked back, playfully shoving him away. "Okay, that was definitely not needed."
It was always like this. The three of them never missed an opportunity to flirt with you. With Jungkook, though, things had already crossed a line. It started one night when he accidentally walked into your room while you were changing, and it had since evolved into a regular, no-strings-attached fucking sessions.
But Jimin and Taehyung? They remained a constant, tantalizing blur of playful touchiness and effortless charm, keeping you entirely on your toes.
Jimin shamelessly let his eyes trace your figure once more. You just rolled your eyes, a knowing smirk playing on your lips as you walked out of the kitchen. You had to admit it—you thrived on their attention, and they certainly knew how to give it.
As you plopped down onto the couch, Jungkook grabbed the can from your hand and pressed a casual, lingering kiss to your cheek.
"Whoa, hold on. Why does he get to touch you so freely?" Taehyung pointed out, his lips forming a dramatic, exaggerated pout.
Jungkook ignored him, shutting off the TV console with a heavy sigh. "Alright, what are we actually doing tonight? I’m bored of gaming, and if we put on another one of those boring-ass movies, we’re all just going to fall asleep."
Jimin sauntered over, settling into the empty space right next to you. "Let's play something. Board games?"
You groaned loudly, throwing your head back. "Boring."
A wicked grin spread across Jungkook's face. "How about Truth or Dare?"
That instantly caught everyone’s attention. Within a few minutes, the four of you were sitting in a tight circle on the living room rug, an empty glass bottle resting in the center.
"Just remember, this isn’t a PG-rated kids' game. Make sure you ask the good stuff," Jungkook warned, giving the bottle a sharp spin.
The glass whirled before finally slowing down, its neck pointing straight at Taehyung, who immediately let out a whine.
Sitting comfortably wedged between Jungkook and Jimin, you leaned forward, your eyes bright with excitement. "Truth or dare?!"
"Ugh... truth."
"You are so boring," Jimin muttered, rolling his eyes.
Jungkook leaned back on his hands, a reckless smirk on his face. "Okay. Have you ever sucked a dick?"
The question completely threw you off. Your eyes went wide as you looked back and forth between them. Wait... they were bi?
"Of course I have," Taehyung replied easily, shooting a playful wink across the circle.
Your cheeks instantly flushed, a sudden heat rushing to your face as the vivid image of Taehyung doing exactly that flashed through your mind. "Well... that is definitely new information for me.”
The bottle was spun once more, the glass whirring against the floor before it slowly grated to a halt. This time, the neck pointed straight at Jungkook.
He let out a excited giggle, the sound so infectious it made you laugh along with him.
"Dare," he said, his eyes glinting with a reckless smirk.
Jimin’s lips curled into a wicked grin. "Body shot."
Jungkook immediately shifted his gaze to you, his eyes dark and full of anticipation, clearly preparing to lean over you.
But Jimin wasn’t done. "On Taehyung."
You blinked, completely caught off guard. Taehyung didn't even hesitate. With a lazy smirk, he pulled his shirt completely over his head, tossing it aside before laying back flat on the living room rug. Your cheeks burned a fiery red. You couldn’t believe what you were about to witness.
Jungkook grabbed the bottle, uncapping it as he crawled over to Taehyung. He carefully poured a pool of the harsh liquid right over Taehyung’s sharply defined abs. Leaning down, Jungkook kept his eyes locked intensely on Taehyung’s face as he bent over his torso, slurping the alcohol straight off his skin.
You bit your bottom lip hard, a wave of pure excitement crashing over you. This was entirely new territory.
Jungkook dragged his tongue slowly across Taehyung’s stomach, collecting the last drops before finally pulling back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You instinctively clenched your thighs together, a sudden, heavy ache settling low in your stomach. It was undeniably arousing.
Jungkook sauntered back to his spot, wearing a triumphant grin. "That was easy. Done it a million times."
The mental image alone made your breath catch in your throat, a quiet gasp nearly escaping your lips.
As the bottle was sent into another spin, the boys seemed entirely unbothered, acting completely normal as if they hadn't just set the room on fire. You, on the other hand, were left completely breathless, your heart hammering against your ribs as the tension in the room grew unbearable with every passing second.
"Okay! Y/n!" Jimin exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with sudden excitement.
You looked between the three boys, the sudden spotlight making your pulse race. Part of you was terrified of what they’d come up with, but the adrenaline got the better of you. "Dare."
The collective smirk that spread across their faces did nothing to calm your nerves.
"Come on, then," Taehyung said, his voice dropping into a husky, teasing register. "Give us a slow striptease."
Jungkook let out a low whistle. Even though he had seen your body countless times behind closed doors, the sheer thrill of the game always seemed to dial his excitement up to an eleven.
Slowly rising to your feet, you kept your eyes locked on theirs. You reached for the zipper of your top, undoing it with deliberate slowness before sliding the fabric off your shoulders, letting it drop to reveal your lacy bra.
Jimin hummed in deep approval, his gaze burning with satisfaction. Taehyung was openly drinking in every inch of your exposed skin, while Jungkook traced his eyes up and down your figure as if he were seeing you for the very first time.
As your top pooled around your feet, you reached for the button of your skirt, unfastening it and letting it slide down your hips.
"Matching panties?" Jimin teased, a playful glint in his eye.
"So sexy. I’ve honestly always imagined you looking exactly like this," Taehyung added, shamelessly admiring the view.
Any lingering nervousness you had quickly melted away as the game progressively turned spicier. With every spin of the bottle, more layers of clothing disappeared, and the dares grew increasingly bold.
"Come on, JK!" you whined softly a few rounds later, watching intently as Jungkook leaned in to kiss Jimin. Their lips clashed in a messy, passionate heat, hands tangling behind each other's necks. The sight was intoxicating. You tilted your head, watching Jungkook let out a low moan right into Jimin's mouth, their tongues tangling in a deep, slow rhythm. When Jungkook finally pulled back, breathing heavily, the tension in the room was palpable.
"God, that made me so hard. Look at her, she looks completely turned on too," Taehyung groaned, his hand casually resting over his jeans, which were already showing clear signs of arousal.
Jimin chuckled darkly. "Time to spin again!"
The bottle whirled on the floor and came to a halt, pointing right back at you. Driven by the heat of the room, you didn't hesitate. "Dare."
"Squirt on Jungkook's cock," Jimin commanded, leaning back on the couch with his legs casually spread, eager to watch.
Jungkook smirked, immediately pulling you closer. His tongue darted out to trace your bottom lip before he gently guided you down onto the floor, spreading your legs wide. He parted you slowly, letting out a low sigh as he noticed how incredibly slick and ready you already were.
"Jimin, fuck, do you see how wet she is?" Taehyung growled, shifting uncomfortably. "God, my cock actually hurts."
You gasped aloud as Jungkook began teasing your outer folds with feather-light touches, before his fingers found your clit, applying a slow, agonizingly perfect pinch. "Kook...."
Jungkook leaned down between your thighs, his tongue executing one long, deep stroke from your entrance all the way up to your clit. He began circling the sensitive bundle of nerves slowly, making you throw your head back against the floor.
"Gosh... this is so good to watch," Jimin moaned, his hand moving rhythmically over his own length through his pants as he watched Jungkook eat you out. "Does it feel good, Y/n? Getting licked while we all watch you?"
You could only answer with a broken moan as Jungkook continued to lap at you, his pace quickening repeatedly until a sudden wave of pleasure crashed over you, making you come right against his mouth. But he didn't stop there. He pressed his thumb firmly against your clit, rubbing through the hyper-sensitivity, overstimulating you until you screamed his name.
"God... I’m going to lose it just from watching," Taehyung growled. He reached out, pulling Jimin down closer toward him. "Fuck, Jimin, come here." Jimin complied easily, spitting on Taehyung's length before sliding him slowly into his mouth.
You watched them from the corner of your eye, a fresh wave of arousal hitting you at the sight of Jimin bobbing his head up and down while Taehyung thrust deeper into his mouth.
Jungkook kept up the pressure below, and your legs began to shake violently as a heavy squirt released from you. Jungkook quickly positioned himself right beneath you, ensuring all your slick juices coated his hard dick.
You let out a soft whine, your eyes still glued to Jimin's rhythmic movements.
"I’m gonna cum! Out!" Taehyung gasped out suddenly, pulling away from Jimin's mouth. He stepped over to where you lay, releasing his climax right across your stomach. Jimin chuckled, wiping his mouth as he looked down at you.
"She looks so incredibly sexy like this, doesn't she?" Jungkook asked, looking up from between your legs.
You lay completely undone on the floor, your own juices pooling beneath you while your stomach glistened with Taehyung's warmth.
"Let's put her to good use, hm? You're going to let us, right?" Taehyung murmured, patting your head gently before his fingers drifted down to pinch your nipples.
Jimin walked over, a dark, hungry look in his eyes as he stood over you. "I’ve always wanted to fuck her boobs.”
You let out a broken moan as Jimin teased you, lightly slapping his hard length against your lips. Once. Twice. Thrice. Completely driven by the heat in the room, you parted your lips, your tongue darting out instinctively, needy for a taste.
Jimin chuckled softly, glancing over at the other two, who were watching with dark, satisfied smirks. "So needy, hm? I want to fuck your boobs, baby. Don't worry, Jungkook will be more than happy to fill your mouth."
Shifting his position, Jimin aligned his dick right between your heavy breasts. A low, ragged sigh escaped his lips as he squeezed your breasts tightly together around his shaft. "Gosh..." he murmured, before he began sliding his length smoothly back and forth between them.
At the same time, Jungkook knelt by your head, his eyes dark with intent. "Open up."
Before you could even process his words, you let out a sharp gasp at a sudden, freezing sensation between your thighs. Taehyung had moved between your legs, tilting a bottle of whiskey over you. Your eyes rolled back as the ice-cold alcohol poured directly over your sensitive folds.
"Gonna drink some off you," he muttered darkly. He parted your folds with his fingers, leaning down to inhale the sharp scent of your arousal blended with the liquor, before plunging his tongue deep inside your entrance. Another wave of pure pleasure crashed over you, making your mind go completely fuzzy.
Your mouth, still open from the sharp gasps of pleasure, was suddenly filled as Jungkook pushed his thick, pulsing length inside. He groaned deeply, his hips rotating slowly as he adjusted to your heat. "So warm!"
You couldn't think straight. Your senses were entirely overwhelmed with Taehyung eating you out, Jungkook taking over your mouth, and Jimin riding the tight space between your breasts.
As your eyelids grew heavy, threatening to close from the sheer intensity of it all, Jungkook delivered a sharp, light slap to your cheek. "Open your eyes. Look at me."
He buckled his hips forward, pushing deeper into your throat and making you gag softly around him.
Jimin finally pulled away from your chest, leaning down further to press his lips against your breasts. He gave each nipple his full undivided attention, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peaks with a surprising, torturous gentleness.
"Ugh... Tae..." you moaned out, your voice a breathless rasp as you felt Taehyung’s tongue begin to stray lower, dangerously close to your ass.
Jungkook’s pace quickened until he let out a low growl, pulling out of your mouth just in time to release his climax across your face. "Fuck! Look at you. All drenched and dripping. Does it turn you on more?" he panted, breathless. You leaned up slightly, pressing a slow, messy kiss to his lips, your tongues tangling as he sucked on yours. But the distraction was short-lived; you whined into the kiss as Taehyung’s breath hit the sensitive skin of your backside.
"Gosh... this hole looks so tempting too," Taehyung muttered, his voice thick with desire.
Jimin reached down and pulled you up by your waist. Your knees were shaking violently, barely able to support your weight. "On all fours," Jungkook commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Jimin immediately laid flat on his back beneath you, guiding your body over his face. Your dripping center was positioned directly over his mouth, while your backside was raised high into the air.
Jungkook stepped up behind you, callously parting your cheeks to give Taehyung a perfect, unobstructed view. "A fucking tight hole."
Taehyung slowly ran his tongue up and down the seam, his own length practically throbbing with need. You whined loudly, your body aching for his tongue to center directly on your tightest knot of nerves.
Jimin didn't wait, reaching up to pull your hips down firmly, forcing your wetness flat against his face. You screamed out at the dual sensation as both men began lapping at you simultaneously. Jimin ate you out like a starving man, swallowing every drop of your juice, while Taehyung swirled his tongue deeply against your asshole, giving it his undivided attention.
Jungkook, unable to just sit back and watch anymore, moved to Taehyung’s side. He wrapped his hand around Taehyung’s throbbing cock, squeezing it firmly. Taehyung let out a sharp hiss at the sudden, intense friction.
"Fuck," Taehyung groaned directly against your skin, the deep vibration of his voice sending a literal shockwave straight through to your clit.
"God! Fuck!" you cried out, your dirty noises causing Jimin to hum in deep, vibration-heavy approval against your folds. You could hear Taehyung’s ragged moans echoing between every wet stroke of his tongue.
"I need... I need you guys inside... please..." you whined, your entire body trembling as your core pulsed with an unbearable, aching need to be filled.
Taehyung smirked, leaning back onto his hands. "I want to watch."
Jimin nodded in agreement, shifting his weight. He slowly positioned the heavy head of his length right against your dripping center, deliberately dragging it up and down against your hyper-sensitive clit.
"J–Jimin..." you gasped, your fingers clawing at the floor.
"She's so fucking sensitive!" Jungkook growled, his eyes wide and dark as he watched Jimin teasingly rub himself against your swollen folds.
"She is so wet and sloppy," Jimin commented, a dark chuckle slipping from his lips just before he delivered a sharp, stinging spank to your raised ass. The sudden heat made you jump.
"Just fuck her already," Taehyung urged, his voice tight.
Jimin didn't need to be told twice. He slowly sunk himself inside you, a string of breathless curses leaving his mouth as your slick warmth pulled him in instantly.
Beside Taehyung, Jungkook let out a low whimper at the sight.
You felt Jimin’s thick length stretch your walls beautifully, a sensation so intense it made your eyes roll back in pure bliss. Your mouth hung open in silent gasps as he began a slow, deliberate rhythm, pushing and pulling deeply in and out of your core, making you squirm helplessly against the slow, agonizing friction.
"Fuck," Jimin moaned, his bare chest slick with sweat as he picked up the pace.
Jungkook reached over, pulling Taehyung closer by his waist. He wrapped a single hand around both of their throbbing lengths, his grip gentle yet firm. Taehyung groaned, buckling his hips forward and grinding his shaft directly against Jungkook’s in a desperate search for friction.
You cried out in pleasure, the view of the two boys touching each other only heightening your own ecstasy. Jungkook moaned loudly, his head throwing back as he neared his limit. "Are we taking her together next?" Taehyung panted, leaning in to capture the youngest's lips in a wet, deep, open-mouthed kiss.
With a final, deep plunge, Jimin shuddered, releasing a thick wave of his climax deep inside your core. He pulled out slowly, but immediately pushed two fingers back inside you, deliberately stroking the walls to pack his warmth deep within you.
Taehyung broke the kiss with Jungkook and walked over, his eyes burning. "Time to take care of us, baby."
Jungkook leaned down toward the floor, wrapping his fingers into Jimin’s blonde hair and tilting his head back so he could hungrily suck on Jimin’s nipples. Jimin moaned loudly in response, arching his chest and pressing Jungkook's face closer against his skin.
Your core dripped heavily with a mix of Jimin’s cum and your own endless juices as you lay there, watching Jungkook eagerly worship Jimin's body.
But you weren't left waiting for long. Taehyung lined his hard length right against your tight backside, leaving your aching front completely open for Jungkook. You screamed aloud as Jimin crawled back up to your head, burying his face in your neck to plant a series of deep, marking bruises.
On a shared count, Jungkook and Taehyung pushed themselves slowly into your respective holes. Both of them let out a synchronous, ragged moan as they bottomed out inside you.
You completely lost control of your senses. The boundaries of your mind blurred entirely; you could no longer tell which dick belonged to whom, or whose lips were pressing against your skin. You only knew the incredible, overwhelming stretch of being completely filled to maximum capacity. Jimin kept his hands busy, aggressively massaging your breasts, kissing and sucking on the tight peaks like a starving man, while Taehyung ruthlessly fucked your ass and Jungkook pounded into your pussy.
"Ughhh!"
Your breathless screams only fueled their speed further. The living room was filled with the chaotic symphony of flesh slapping against flesh, deep, guttural groans, and ragged pants.
"I’m coming!" Taehyung suddenly groaned, his pace turning frantic before he abruptly pulled completely out of your backside.
Jimin didn't hesitate, immediately crawling over to Taehyung's twitching length, wrapping his lips around it and sucking him off with practiced ease. "Good boy," Taehyung complimented breathlessly, patting Jimin’s cheek as his hips twitched.
With one last, incredibly deep thrust that pinned you to the floor, Jungkook released his entire load deep inside your pussy. The intensity of it shattered you; you squirted violently right onto his stomach, your head thrown back against the rug as hot tears of pure overstimulation stained your cheeks.
Seconds later, Jimin pulled back, and Taehyung came heavily inside Jimin’s mouth, making the blonde moan in sheer ecstasy as he swallowed the thick release.
The rest of the night stretched out into a seamless, hazy blur of heat—each body eagerly taking turns sucking each other off, worshiping your skin, and ruthlessly stretching you out until none of you could move.
A/n : what was i thinking while writing this...? Idk.
You told you were going to upload oneshot mafia Jimin ff that night . Is it already uploaded ? Have I missed it by any chance ?
I was supposed to post it but I thought it was lacking something and decided to take some time with it. I want to post my best works out here. I will post it soon and will make sure to tag you!
Does anyone wanna be my reader and advisor for fics 😭😭 why do I struggle with making choices for my story!!? I get stuck while deciding where to stop the chapter, the theme and all..sigh...
After ten years abroad, Seo-ah returns to Korea for her grandfather's funeral, only to discover she's been named the successor of her family's industrial empire. With the board against her and enemies lurking within her own family, the last person she expects to rely on is Kim Namjoon, the only man her grandmother trusts her safety with.
Title : HEIRESS
Pairing : CEO! Kim namjoon x CEO! Seo-ah(yn)
Genre : Business alliance, family drama, family secrets, rich au, ceo au, business politics, dark romance, forced proximity, smut, 18+, old money, wealth, angst.
Note :
This story is a rich blend of the business world, dark romance and emotional vulnerability.
Only a few chapters will be available on Tumblr. Other chapters will be exclusively available on Wattpad!
If I am to post some of my bigger stories on Wattpad, do you think i should create a new account for fanfics? I already have one account for my original works. Or should I just post in my current acc?
Hey everyone! ✨ Here's a little update on the series I'm planning to write.
I currently have few story ideas, and I'd love to know which one you'd like me to focus on first!
🌹 Contract Marriage
A dark political romance featuring Yoongi x Y/N. It's an enemies-to-lovers story filled with tension, power struggles, and a marriage neither of them wanted. (Modern world setting)
🦁 The Scarred Prince
A time-travel fantasy inspired by The Lion King. In this version, Yoongi takes on the role of Scar, the kingdom's feared and scarred prince. But what if history isn't as simple as everyone believes? (Royalty AU)
⚔️ Knight Jungkook x Princess Y/N
Jungkook and Princess Y/N grew up together before she was sent away for her safety. Years later, she returns to the kingdom, still holding onto the crush she never got over. But Jungkook has changed. He's colder, more distant, and burdened by responsibilities. Meanwhile, the kingdom itself is hiding secrets that threaten to tear everything apart. (Royalty AU)
💼 Namjoon x Y/N
Namjoon is Korea's most eligible bachelor and a powerful businessman. During the darkest period of his life, after losing his family, one person stood by his side and helped raise him: your grandmother.
Years later, he meets her granddaughter, Y/N, who has returned to Korea after ten years abroad to take over her family's company. Fresh from a painful breakup and caught in a vicious battle for control of the business, Y/N finds herself surrounded by enemies within her own family. As her grandmother schemes to bring them together, Namjoon grows closer to Y/N, determined to protect her from the threats around her and heal the wounds they both carry. (MODERN AU)
I have a few story ideas that could easily turn into long stories, maybe around 40-50 chapters. I'm wondering if Wattpad would be the better place to write them. I already have a Wattpad account where I post my original stories, so I'm considering writing these longer fanfics there as well.
But I can't decide! 😭 Would it be easier to post them on Wattpad, or should I post them here in shortened versions? Help me choose, please! I'm completely stuck!
Hey everyone! ✨ Here's a little update on the series I'm planning to write.
I currently have few story ideas, and I'd love to know which one you'd like me to focus on first!
🌹 Contract Marriage
A dark political romance featuring Yoongi x Y/N. It's an enemies-to-lovers story filled with tension, power struggles, and a marriage neither of them wanted. (Modern world setting)
🦁 The Scarred Prince
A time-travel fantasy inspired by The Lion King. In this version, Yoongi takes on the role of Scar, the kingdom's feared and scarred prince. But what if history isn't as simple as everyone believes? (Royalty AU)
⚔️ Knight Jungkook x Princess Y/N
Jungkook and Princess Y/N grew up together before she was sent away for her safety. Years later, she returns to the kingdom, still holding onto the crush she never got over. But Jungkook has changed. He's colder, more distant, and burdened by responsibilities. Meanwhile, the kingdom itself is hiding secrets that threaten to tear everything apart. (Royalty AU)
💼 Namjoon x Y/N
Namjoon is Korea's most eligible bachelor and a powerful businessman. During the darkest period of his life, after losing his family, one person stood by his side and helped raise him: your grandmother.
Years later, he meets her granddaughter, Y/N, who has returned to Korea after ten years abroad to take over her family's company. Fresh from a painful breakup and caught in a vicious battle for control of the business, Y/N finds herself surrounded by enemies within her own family. As her grandmother schemes to bring them together, Namjoon grows closer to Y/N, determined to protect her from the threats around her and heal the wounds they both carry. (MODERN AU)
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