김석진 x f!reader ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ ‹— cw | idol!jin • domestic boyfriend!jin • fluff • comfort • clingy jin • long distance during tours • lots of physical affection • late night calls • lowercase intended
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before tour boyfriend!jin :(
— acts dramatically heartbroken about leaving weeks before tour even starts :( sighing loudly around the apartment like “wow… my beautiful girlfriend will forget me forever”
— tries to keep things light and funny before leaving because he doesn’t like making departures feel heavy, but you notice him getting softer in quieter moments
— cooks for you constantly before tour :( making your favorite meals, sneaking tastes from your plate, acting offended if you don’t praise him enough for it
— the type to randomly pull you into the kitchen while dinner’s cooking just to dance badly with you for thirty seconds before going back to stirring something
— absolutely takes a million selfies together before leaving and makes half of them ugly on purpose because your annoyed laugh is his favorite sound
— spends the night before departure laying beside you talking about nonsense until late because neither of you actually wants to sleep yet
— acts overly confident the morning he leaves like “don’t worry babe, i’ll survive somehow” but hugs you a little too long before walking out :(
during tour boyfriend!jin :(
— blows up your phone constantly :( selfies in waiting rooms, pictures of food, videos of him complaining dramatically about schedules
— facetimes you while eating room service in hotel beds because he hates eating alone, if you answer that is.
— absolutely the type to hold the camera way too close to his face just to annoy you while you’re trying to talk seriously
— sends voice messages instead of texts when he’s tired. sleepy voice going “babyyyyy i miss home” followed immediately by him pretending he never said that
— misses domestic routines more than anything :( eating dinner together, hearing you moving around the apartment, arguing over what movie to watch at night
— definitely buys snacks for you in every country he visits because “you need to try this one”
— when he misses you badly after concerts he gets extra talkative :( suddenly telling you random stories from years ago just because hearing your laugh makes him feel less far away
— acts like he’s doing perfectly fine during tour until you ask if he misses you and then he gets all pouty like “obviously i do??? what kind of question is that”
— falls asleep on facetime more than once with the tv still running softly in the background
after tour boyfriend!jin :)
— the second he gets home the apartment feels loud again :) bags dropped at the door, him talking nonstop, dramatic complaints about tour food while clinging to you at the same time
— immediately checks the fridge when he gets home like he’s been starving for years even though he literally ate on the flight
— absolutely wraps himself around you while you cook just to steal bites before they’re finished
— domestic life after tour becomes his favorite thing again :) lazy breakfasts together, teasing you after grocery shopping, movie nights where he falls asleep halfway through
— gets softer late at night after coming home. laying beside you quietly with his hand tangled in yours while the apartment finally feels familiar again
— loves making you laugh after tour because hearing it in person again feels different than hearing it through phone speakers :)
— spends the first few days home following you around from room to room pretending he’s not doing it on purpose
— honestly looks happiest sitting beside you doing completely normal things :) eating takeout on the couch, washing dishes together, listening to you talk about your day while he watches you with the softest expression ever
Perm taglist : @kimmynammy @celliez @alphabetically-deranged @m4aimm @raceme2hell @bo-rimmy @mustanggbabyy @divakoo (comment or ask to be added)
Pairing: Husband!Jin x Content_Creator!Reader
Genre & Warnings: Established relationship, Domestic Fluff, Jin pouting-sulking-whining for attention, fun and teasing, smut-ish touch, suggestive smut at the end
Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI
Word Count: ~1.4k
Inspiration: JK's last Live
A/n: The amount of things this man makes my single ass feel is the only proof I have left that I'm still attracted to men. 💀 lol. This little drabble was inspired by JK's last live, where he had me completely losing my mind, and my sanity off-course. Enjoy!
[MASTERLIST]
The ring light casted a gentle glow over your bedroom as you sat cross-legged on the bed, camera focused on your smiling face.
You were not live, just recording a storytime video for your channel.
“So a lot of you have been asking in the comments about the brand collab video I posted a few days ago,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “The one with the espresso coffee? Okay, so the behind-the-scenes was actually chaotic. First of all...”
You continued with the story for few minutes until the door creaked open.
You paused mid-sentence, heart doing that familiar little flip it always did when Seokjin came home.
He looked exhausted, hair slightly messy, black shirt rumpled, sleeves pushed up his forearms, but still unfairly handsome.
He kicked off his shoes without a word, crawled onto the bed, and flopped down beside you... head resting near your lap, one arm draped lazily across the pillow, chin propped up slightly as he stared up at you with those warm, tired eyes.
“Hi, baby,” you whispered, smiling down at him.
He didn’t answer right away. Just let out a long, dramatic sigh and nuzzled closer, his cheek brushing your thigh.
You tried to keep filming, but your focus was already wavering. “Jinnie, I’m almost done. Just five more minutes?”
He pouted.
Full, glossy lower lip pushed out, eyebrows drawn together in the world’s most devastating sulk. “Five minutes feels like five hours when I’ve been counting down to this exact moment since lunch.”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “You’re so dramatic.”
“And you’re so mean,” he whined softly, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. His fingers traced lazy circles on your knee.
“I came straight home. Skipped the team dinner. Ignored three calls from my manager. All because I wanted to bury my face in my wife’s neck and sleep for ten years.”
Your stomach fluttered.
You kept one hand on the camera, trying to salvage the storytime. “Just let me finish this story real quick—”
Seokjin shifted, rolling onto his side so his broad chest pressed against your leg. He looked up at you through his lashes, pouting harder. “You love your subscribers more than me. I see how it is.”
“Jin.”
“Come here, Baby.” His voice dropped into that low, teasing register that always melted you. “I’m dying here. Starving for cuddles. Look at me. I’m practically withering away.”
You snorted. “You’re literally the most beautiful man alive right now and you know it.”
He grinned for half a second before the pout returned, even stronger.
“Then why won’t you hold your beautiful husband? Hm?” His hand slid higher under the hem of your shirt, tracing slow circles just below your breast, thumb deliberately brushing the soft skin where your waist meets your ribs.
He was testing you, seeing how long you could keep talking while he was clearly trying to distract you. “I’ve been good. I deserve rewards.”
The suggestive little touch sent warmth rushing through you.
His thumb brushed slow, deliberate circles against your side, and you had to fight the urge to shiver. “Jin, I’m recording... I will have to retake if you keep going...”
“Record me complaining then,” he mumbled, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your thigh.
He pressed another slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, tongue flicking out just enough to make your breath hitch.
His lips moved higher, dangerously close to the hem of your shorts, hot breath fanning over your skin. “Tell them how cruel you are. ‘My husband came home tired and I made him wait.’ They’ll cancel you for me. I’ll be trending.”
You laughed despite yourself, the camera shaking in your grip. The footage was completely ruined now—your cheeks were flushed, your voice breathy, and Seokjin was making it worse by nuzzling closer, lips brushing higher.
“Ugh, fine. This is useless anyway.” You clicked the camera off, set it on the nightstand, and turned fully toward him. He immediately brightened, arms opening wide like a needy koala.
You slid down into his embrace.
His arms wrapped around you, but one hand immediately slid down to grip your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled you flush against him.
He let out the happiest little hum, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. “There she is. My wife. Finally.”
You could already feel him half-hard against your thigh.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he groaned, grinding slowly once against you.
“Rough day?” you asked softly, threading your fingers through his dark hair.
He nodded against your skin, lips brushing your pulse point. “The worst. Client meeting that was supposed to be thirty minutes turned into three hours. They kept circling back to the same pointless slides. I fake-smiled so much now my face hurts.”
He pressed a slow, wet kiss just below your ear, then another, sucking gently until you felt the faint bloom of a hickey. “And all I could think about was coming home to you.”
You melted, tilting your head to give him better access.
His hand roamed your back, slipping under your shirt again, palming your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers as he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck.
“Mhmmm... Jinnie…” you breathed, half-warning, half-plea.
“Mmm?” He nipped at your collarbone, soothing it immediately with his tongue. The touch was lazy and possessive, full of tired affection. “Missed you so much. Wanted this exact thing. You in my arms. Smelling like home.”
You cupped his face, pulling him back just enough to look at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lips slightly swollen from kissing you. “Did you eat anything?”
He shook his head, pouting again. “No time. Rushed straight here as soon as meeting ended like a lovesick fool.”
“I’ll cook something quick...”
“No.” His arms tightened around you instantly, pulling you flush against his chest. One leg hooked over yours, effectively trapping you in the coziest cage imaginable.
“I’m not that hungry. Not for food, anyway.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, then ruined it by yawning adorably.
You giggled, kissing the tip of his nose. “You need to eat, baby.”
“Later,” he murmured, voice turning husky as he rolled you both so you were half beneath him, his weight warm and comforting.
“I’ll order takeout in a few minutes. Thai? Pizza? Or that fried chicken you like? Whatever. But right now?” He dipped his head, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss that tasted like longing and exhaustion and love.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “Right now I just need you. Your cuddles. Your voice. Your hands in my hair. Let me stay like this until the food arrives. Please, my pretty wife?”
How could you possibly say no to that?
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so his head rested on your chest. “Okay. But only because you’re cute when you whine.”
“I’m always cute,” he mumbled happily, already sounding half-asleep.
His fingers slipped under your shirt again, tracing idle patterns on your lower back, roaming around waist, promising more once he wasn’t running on fumes. “Tell me about your day while I recharge on you. Did the storytime go well before I ruined it?”
“You ruined it in the best way,” you laughed softly, scratching his scalp the way he loved. “I was telling them about the espresso brand collab incident.”
He hummed, pressing another wet kiss to the swell of your breast over your shirt. “Tell me instead. I’m a better audience. I give kisses as reward.”
You spent the next ten minutes recounting your day while Seokjin alternated between sleepy cuddles and teasing little nips along your neck and jaw, occasinally along the swell of your breasts.
Every time you tried to wiggle free to grab your phone and order food, he whined and tightened his hold.
“Five more minutes,” he’d murmur, echoing your earlier words with a mischievous grin. “Just five more minutes of this. Need you... Your skin. Your little sounds. Let me stay between your legs for a while, yeah?”
You melted under him, cheeks warm but still teased, “You need to eat actual food, baby.”
Seokjin gave you that devastating pout again.
“I’d rather eat you,” he whispered, nipping at your bottom lip. “I’m so fucking tired… but I still want to bury my tongue inside you until you’re shaking on my face. Then I’ll feed us. Deal?”
His fingers played with the waistband of your shorts, dipping lower teasingly, brushing over your panties as he waited for your answer.
Pairing: Jin x reader
Warnings: Fluff, post-intimacy fun and teasing, smut-ish touch
Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI
Word Count: ~1.3k
(Drabble Prompt: The concept of him casually going back to playing his game shirtless, scratch marks all over his back after an intense lovemaking session.)
Inspiration post: by @bebabido
[MASTERLIST]
The soft clicking of the controller filled the room again.
You were still sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled around your legs, watching the broad line of Kim Seokjin’s back as he sat at the edge of the mattress.
Completely shirtless... Completely unbothered...
Completely focused on Mario Kart, rainbow road stretching across the screen.
You couldn’t stop staring. Your eyes narrowed from the pillows as you watched him.
His broad shoulders moved every time his thumbs flicked the buttons, muscles flexing slightly… and the thin red scratch marks running down his back caught the light every time he leaned forward.
Your handiwork... long pink scratch marks trailing over his shoulders and dipping dangerously low toward the waistband of his sweatpants—glowed faintly under the TV’s shifting colors.
Without even turning around, he muttered, “You’re staring.”
You blinked. “How do you even know that?”
Jin snorted, thumbs still moving over the controller as he dodged a blue shell. “Because the room got suspiciously quiet. That only happens when you’re plotting something… or admiring me.”
You rolled onto your side, chin resting in your palm.
“In this case, I’m admiring.”
“Admiring... What exactly?” He chuckled.
The blanket slipped as you sat up.
You winced slightly, thighs trembling when you swung your legs over the edge of the bed. A dull, delicious ache bloomed between your legs with every small movement... evidence of how thoroughly he’d wrecked you earlier.
You grabbed the sheet anyway, wrapping it around yourself like a robe before getting out of bed. The cool air brushed against your bare skin, but you padded across the room regardless, limping and sighing just a little.
Each step sent a tiny, secret throb through your core.
Jin’s shoulders shook once—with silent laughter.
“Something funny?” you asked, voice still a little hoarse.
He didn’t look away from the screen, but the corner of his mouth curled. “You’re limping. Cute.”
“Shut up,” you muttered, cheeks heating. “This is your fault.”
“Proudly,” he replied without missing a beat, drifting past Bowser on the final lap.
You reached him and traced one of the scratches down his back with your fingertip, slow and deliberate. “BTW... I was admiring my masterpiece.”
Jin paused the game.
Slowly... Dramatically...
Then he turned his head just enough to glance at you over his shoulder, eyebrow raised.
“Masterpiece?” he repeated. “You attacked like you were climbing a mountain.”
You gasped. “Excuse you. That was passion... and love...”
“Mhmm,” he said skeptically.
Your fingers kept gliding over the marks, softer now. “Besides… you’re clearly proud of them. Look at you. Sitting here shirtless like a walking art gallery, playing Mario Kart like nothing happened.”
Seokjin leaned forward slightly, pretending to concentrate on the frozen screen.
“Wait... wait—wait—NO... DON’T—” He groaned, unpausing just long enough to replay the memory of lose. “You distracted me.”
“You were losing anyway.”
“I was not losing,” he protested.
You hummed thoughtfully while your fingers again traced the faint red lines on his back. His skin was warm beneath your touch, and he visibly shivered, shoulders rolling under your palm.
“Careful,” he warned, voice dropping an octave.
“Why?” you teased, dragging a finger down another mark, letting your nail catch just enough to make him tense. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” he muttered. “…it tickles.”
That made you grin wider. “You’re such a baby.”
“Hey,” he protested, finally glancing over his shoulder fully. “You’re the one who attacked me like a feral cat earlier.”
You leaned closer to inspect your handiwork, then... on impulse... leaned forward and lightly kissed one of the scratch marks, lips brushing warm skin.
Seokjin froze. Completely froze.
The controller stopped moving.
Jin huffed a laugh and suddenly grabbed your wrist, tugging you forward.
Before you could protest, you landed sideways in his lap, the sheet bunching up around your hips. Your bare thighs pressed against the soft fabric of his sweatpants, and you immediately felt him—already half-hard beneath you, thick and insistent.
“Jin—!”
He started another round of the game with one hand like nothing had happened, the other sliding possessively around your waist.
“You were distracting me,” he said calmly.
“You literally pulled me here!”
“Exactly.”
You tried to glare, but it was hard when he was already nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, warm breath brushing your skin, lips grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear.
Then he reached over, and grabbed the second controller, and pressed it into your hands.
“Race with me,” he said, voice low and playful, eyes flicking to yours for a split second before returning to the screen. “One round. Winner gets to decide what happens next.”
“You’re impossible,” you muttered, fingers curling around the controller even as your hips shifted—just enough to grind down once, slow and teasing, feeling him twitch and thicken beneath you in response.
His arm automatically tightened around your waist to keep you steady, fingers digging into your hip.
“Comfortable?” he asked, voice rougher now.
“Are you?”
“Mhm.” His thumb stroked the underside of your breast through the thin sheet. “Very.”
A quiet moment passed.
You leaned into him, resting your head against his chest while the starting countdown began to flash on screen—3… 2… 1…
His chin absentmindedly rested on top of your head.
Another few seconds.
The race started.
You both lurched forward instinctively, controllers clicking furiously.
Then few minutes later his lips brushed against your neck again—this time open-mouthed, a slow, wet drag of tongue that made your breath hitch and your grip on the controller falter.
You smirked.
“Focus on your game, Kim Seokjin.”
“Multitasking,” he murmured against your skin, teeth grazing lightly.
“I literally just beat you,” you reminded him, smirking as you swerved around a banana peel.
He looked at the screen and pouted. You laughed softly.
Slowly… he turned his head toward you, lips brushing your ear.
“…let’s finish this one more level,” he said calmly. “And then we’re having a serious conversation about your artistic skills.”
You grinned. “Oh?”
He smirked, free hand sliding beneath the sheet to cup your bare ass, squeezing once—hard enough to make you gasp and rock forward against the growing bulge in his lap.
“And this time,” he added, voice dropping to that low, velvet register that always made your stomach flip, “I’m leaving the lights on so I can see exactly where you’re attacking… and I am making sure you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
You jolted when his thumb brushed the sensitive crease where your thigh met hip.
His fingers slipped lower, teasing the slick heat between your thighs, circling your entrance with maddening patience while his other hand still gripped the controller like he wasn’t currently ruining you with the lightest touch.
“Jin,” you hissed, trying to keep your kart on the track.
“Hm?” he answered mildly, voice velvet-smooth against your ear. “Something wrong, baby?”
You clenched your jaw and mashed the button harder, accelerating out of a drift. “You’re cheating.”
“I’m multitasking,” he corrected, lips curving against the shell of your ear. His thumb stroked once... slow, feather-light, along the slick seam of your folds.
Not dipping in. Not yet. Just… reminding you he could. “You’re the one squirming.”
“Because you’re...” Your breath hitched as he pressed the pad of his thumb flat against your clit, holding it there without moving while you both barrelled toward the item boxes. “...distracting me.”
“Good.” He nipped the spot beneath your earlobe. “Means it’s working.”
“Fuck—Jin!” Every tiny shift of your hips ground you down on him in return.
“Gonna come before you win?” he teased, lips brushing sweat-damp skin. “Or are you gonna be good and wait until I pin you down and fuck you properly?”
Your answer was half moan, half growl. “I’m... gonna... beat you... and then ride you until you forget how to talk.”
“Finish the race, baby,” he whispered against your ear, thumb brushing your clit just once—enough to make your whole body jolt. “Then it’s my turn to leave some marks.”
warnings: slight foul language, kinda smutty but not really, just lots of kissing and some mentions of sex
a/n: it's been nearly four years since i last published a fic here but i've recently been on a bts high with the comeback and the tour so here...have this prompt as a gift!
it partially came about cause i was watching this kdrama and you know how tame their kisses are, and while i love the drama i just want them to kiss properly!! so then i began thinking of bts and the array of jin thirst traps on them and now i am here...enjoy!
Out of all the members of BTS, no one would believe you if you said that Kim Seokjin would have the most prominent oral fixation. Some would argue Jungkook, with his mischievous grin, or perhaps Namjoon, as the mv theories suggest, but Jin?
No, ARMY wouldn’t peg the comedic, protective member to possess such a characteristic.
Their mistake to make. He is the one always blowing kisses to his fans, a clear reflection of his personality.
Much like them, you were left to discover this trait all by yourself. It was quite shocking because Jin never held back; it's not in his nature. A kiss is meant to be enjoyed between two people, and he intends to take full advantage of the opportunity.
From that first kiss, Jin memorizes your shallow breaths on his cheeks as he nears your personal bubble, his hand gently yet firmly resting on your cheek. He looks into your wide eyes and down your lips.
The lull right before a kiss is his favorite. The stutter in your breath from expectation. Will he or won't he?
He can't help brushing his plump lips on yours before you give him permission. Your gasp is a tease all in itself. He practices restraint, his hand on your waist, grasping your clothes.
He thanks whatever cosmic entity exists when you subtly nod and push forward. His restraint vanishes with that minuscule action. Jin moves his lips eagerly, enveloping yours in an intense kiss. You close your eyes and hear the sharp intake of breath, a sigh of relief. As if the restraint was pure torture.
Kim Seokjin is an intoxicating person, yet his kiss surpasses everything you've ever known. He pours every wish and desire into it as if they'll vanish if he so much as pulls away from you.
Truth is, Kim Seokjin would rather have his mouth pressed against your lips than have his dick wet. The sound of content in the back of your throat endears him further.
Jin loves his fans, loves the cheers mid-concert, loves his bandmates, and loves all the experiences they've shared over so many years.
There's nothing he loves more, though, than pulling you completely flush against him to feel your curves against his lean body. The way your chest rises and falls as you try to keep up with him. The hand on your cheek journeys to your hair, pulling on a knot that has an alluring moan erupting from your lips.
It's the perfect opportunity for him to slip his eager tongue past the seam of your lips, successfully deepening the kiss as he tilts his head. Jin completely ignores the pain in his neck from leaning down for so long. Nothing will stop him from kissing the life out of you.
He tilts his head to achieve that better angle. His lips never tire of moving. They never tire of tasting your sweet mouth. That hand in the back of your neck guides you, complying with his every wish. While the other drags down your back, squeezing your curves along the way.
He’s hyperaware of the way your body reacts to him. Your face flushes warm, your hands grip him tight, closer and closer, your chest quickly rising and falling until you have to pull away. You’re no singer; your breath control is plainly average.
"Jin..." his name is the only thought you can formulate. You're lightheaded from a kiss that is far from simple. This is not what you expected from Jin, not that you’re complaining. He has your skin feeling on fire.
Jin is so merciful that he gives you a break. His slick lips kissing your cheek, your jaw, down your neck, sucking red bruises that’ll fade in a couple of hours. "You taste so fucking sweet," Jin's voice vibrates against your skin.
That's only the first kiss.
As feelings and familiarity continue to grow, the more intense Jin becomes. He's shameless about it. He is who he is, and he likes what he likes.
Seokjin would much rather have a steamy make-out session than a quickie. He would much rather have you grinding on his thigh as he swallows every precious sound you make. His tongue licking the roof of your mouth.
Small pecks are unacceptable. If you wish to touch his lips with yours, expect more than a peck, expect movement.
"I'm heading out now, Jinnie," you mention, approaching him from where he sits watching TV.
"Will you have dinner with your friends or should I make something?" He asks, pausing the TV and standing. He places his hands on your hips, swaying you lightly. Moments of domesticity quickly become scarce as his agenda fills up after enlistment. “You look beautiful.”
"I'll have dinner with the girls," you smile, grateful for his attentiveness. Leaning into him, you quickly peck his lips and step back to head out.
His hands don't budge, holding you in place. "Huh?" Looking up at him, you find him with furrowed eyebrows and a prominent pout, "What was that?" He asks firmly.
"A kiss?" You shrug, throwing him a questioning glance.
"You call that a kiss? Have I taught you nothing?" He says, exasperated, mouth agape with offense.
You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief, "Are you serious?"
"I am! Come here, it seems like you need another lesson in French Kissing 101," he chastises, hand on your cheek as his thumb caresses your cheek.
He ignores your pleas and complains that you'd be late, holding you still and dipping his head to press his pillowy lips on your talking ones. They are effective in silencing you. You're quickly swept away, briefly forgetting what you were supposed to be doing.
Expect wet, messy kisses day and night. He’s not scared of saliva. He wants that string between the two of you when he’s forced to pull away. Hell, he will spit in your mouth and kiss you after to get it back if you let him.
Adores pinching your cheeks so your lips pucker, the gesture riling him up more than he cares to admit. Such an adorable gesture was corrupted by him.
Let’s not forget how utterly beautiful you look afterward with mussed, tangled hair, lips of various shades of pink, and a heaving chest. He will wipe your wet lips himself, an action reserved solely for him; no one but him is allowed to touch your mouth.
For Kim Seokjin, kissing should be an Olympic sport. Kissing is very important for him emotionally, but it's such a physical thing. He will pour every ounce of energy he has into one. Eyes closed, hands restless, head tilting, jaw opening and closing, tongue licking. Must be one of the reasons his face and jaw are so defined.
You're a quick learner, taking tricks from his book and applying them yourself. The one that sends him spiraling and coming in his pants is lip biting. That fucker will bite your lips when he makes out with you, leaving them swollen and red. So when you copy him and pull at his bottom lip with your teeth, he's done.
Because, yes, if the make out is good enough and he has you grinding against him, he will cum in his pants. Not a care in the world.
At your most comfortable, when he's unable to reach and kiss you, you'll apply a thick layer of lip gloss that reminds him of how your lips look after a lengthy session on his couch to tease him. To deny Jin access to your lips is pure torture. As dramatic as it sounds, he would much rather have 24/7 dance drills than have restricted access to your lips.
Granted, there are other ways he can put his mouth to use, but those are stories for another day.
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AU- College/University, Professor Seokjin, Fluff and angst, smut in later chapters, minors dni!!!
Summary: A chance encounter with a handsome stranger shakes your entire world up when he also just so happens to end up being your new professor.
Chapter 2
Chapter 1.
You were in the middle of your shift at the book store you worked at during your free time before your college classes started up again, thinking that maybe now was as good as time as any to start stocking some of the new books from the back, when a man dressed in a suit walked in, looking completely out of place and frantic. You also noted that he was drop dead gorgeous, a mop of black hair slicked to the side exposing his forehead. You don’t believe you’ve ever seen anyone in your life who looked this damn good. He looked like he came straight out from a modeling shoot. Your crush on Brad seemed insignificant now, and you suddenly had the urge to play Enchanted by Taylor Swift as soon as you got back to your dorm. You were calling your best friend, Park Jimin, as soon as you got off.
It looked almost as if he was trying to hide from someone, and your suspicions turned out to be correct when a girl walked in a few seconds later, and it was at that moment that the handsome man walked up to your checkout desk in purposeful strides, a cup of to go coffee in his right hand.
“Hey, baby. I um, thought you might want some coffee, so I stopped by to get you some, and yeah, here I am.” The look he gave you was pleading and you blinked rapidly before your gaze drifted to the girl who just walked in and back to the man in front of you. You felt like you could faint any second now. He was even more beautiful up close.
“Oh please. You were just looking for an excuse to see me.” You played along, taking the coffee from his hand before taking a sip. It was surprisingly not bad, kinda sweet, and it had a hint of cinnamon to it. Your eyes widened a second later at the surprised look he gave you. Oh shit, maybe he didn’t actually want you to drink it. What was wrong with you?
“You caught me.” He recovered quickly, a smirk rising to his lips, and wow, they looked really soft and full. You tried not to leave your gaze on them too long, focusing on his eyes instead.
“Jin.” The newcomer stated, walking up to him like she had been trying to get ahold of him for… awhile, looking between the both of you in aggravated shock.
“Oh, hi, Lena.” The man, Jin, responded, clearing his throat as he gestured to you. “This is my girlfriend…”
“Y/N.” You introduced yourself with a smile. “Yes, I’m his girlfriend, and you are?”
She ignored you. “You haven’t told your girlfriend about me, Jin?” Her words were colored in distaste.
“What is there to tell? We have been broken up for a year, and I told her that I had an ex who cheated on me. I don’t think there are any more important details to add, do you?” His voice cut through the air, and now your eyes were widening in shock. Who on earth would cheat on this beautiful man? Was this girl actually insane?
“I have tried apologizing, and if you would stop avoiding me, I wanted to tell you that I want to make things right again. I’ve missed you.” She reached for his arm, and he shrugged her off.
“You tried apologizing after things didn’t work out with the man you cheated on me with. I have been avoiding you because I’m not interested in making things right. I haven’t missed you at all. Every day after we had broke up I realized that we were not right for eachother. I want you to leave me alone. I’m perfectly happy with the relationship I have. I’ve moved on, and so should you.” He said impatiently, clearly done with this conversation.
“Yes, you lost your chance, so how about you stop trying to talk to my man, yeah?” You added, wanting to help him get the girl off his back. Quite frankly, he deserved better. You didn’t actually know him enough to say that, but no one deserved to be cheated on.
She gave you a scathing glare before she huffed dramatically, storming out of the book store, her heels clacking against the tile.
“Thank you for doing that… I am so sorry, by the way. I didn’t know what to do to finally get her to leave me alone. I’ve already told her a hundred times I’m not interested in getting back together.” He ran a hand down his face in exhaustion.
“It’s no problem. I’m sorry that happened to you… No one deserves that. I didn’t mean to actually drink your coffee, by the way… It just sort of-“
“You can keep it. I figure I owe you one anyway for your help.” His face looked about ten times lighter as he laughed. He had a nice smile.
“Well, you’re welcome in here anytime.” What a dumb thing for you to say, you internally berated yourself. Of course he was welcome in, this was a public book store.
“I’ll remember that.” Another chucke, before he officially introduced himself. “I’m Jin.”
“Nice to meet you, Jin.” You smiled as you gave him your name again.
“I have to get going. I promised my parents I would meet them for dinner, but It was nice meeting you, and thank you again.” He gave a respectful bow of his head.
“Don’t mention it, maybe I’ll see you back here sometime?” You asked, hopeful. Classes were starting up again tomorrow, but you would still be here part time.
He looked a little bit surprised that you wanted to see him again, but he gave a nod of his head as another smile rose to his lips. “I can make that happen.”
You were feeling giddy as you walked into your dorm room, noticing that your roomate wasn’t in as you plopped onto the bed with a huge grin plastered on your face. He said he would be back, and you already couldn’t wait. You hoped he would come on the weekend again, because that was most likely the time you were able to work since you’ll be busy with classes. God, you felt like you were in high school again with the biggest crush. You dialed your best friend.
“Hey, you. How was your shift?” Jimin answered on the second ring.
“It was perfect.” You said with a dreamy smile.
Your best friend snorted. “Perfect can mean only one thing. Did Brad come visit you at work? Did he finally ask you out? Did you ask him out?”
“Nah, forget Brad.” You waved your hand in dismissal, even though Jimin couldn’t see it. “I met someone else. His name is Jin.”
“Do my ears deceive me? You’ve forgotten all about Brad because this Jin guy comes along?” Your friend asked with a laugh. “Is he in our college with us?”
“I don’t think so. It looked like he might have been a few years older, but I met him at work.” You responded.
“Ohhh, well tell me you got his number?”
You deflated. “I was too scared to ask, but! He did say he would be back in.”
“I’m sure he will be, then. Who would pass up another chance to see your cute face again?” He hyped you up.
“Thanks, Jiminie. See, this is why you’re my best friend.” You said with a grin, only talking to him for a little bit longer before letting him off the phone to get things ready for class tomorrow.
Math was never your best subject, but in order to become a data analyst like you wanted, Statistics was a requirement. Lucky for you, you had a best friend who was always really good at math, and he was going into the same field as you. It was kinda like having a free tutor. Park Jimin was the best.
“I heard we have a new Professor that just started here. Apparently all the college girls and even the teachers are fawning over him already.” Jimin whispered as he took the seat next to yours. You didn’t know why he was talking quietly, class hasn’t started yet, and the prof. hasn’t even walked in yet.
You shrugged, not at all interested because-
“Oh, that’s right. You already have it bad for the dude you met at your job.” Jimin interrupted your exact thoughts with a chuckle.
“His name is Jin, and trust me this professor is not going to compare.” You said dreamily, leaning your elbow on the desk as you rested your chin in your hand, barely noticing your friend snort.
“Right-“ Jimin was cut off as Brad entered the class, coming to stand directly in front of you. Luckily, the spot on your other side was already taken so he would have to find somewhere else to sit. You weren’t interested in him anymore.
“Hey, Y/N, it’s good to see you in class again. I was actually wondering if you were free to catch a movie this weekend?” Brad interrupted your thoughts of Jin, and you gave him an apologetic smile in return.
“Sorry, I’m uh- I work, and I just really want to focus on my classes and not dating…” You trailed off, trying to let him off easy. The guy kinda had a big ego, and got offended when girls didn’t fall at their feet for him. You were ashamed to admit that only a few days ago, you would have been one of those girls. You realized now that the main thing he had going for him was his incredibly good looks. That was it.
“What? Really? Surely you have enough time for one date-“ Just then, you were saved by the Professor walking in the door and- Oh fuck… No, you weren’t saved. You were doomed. You were absolutely fucked, and not in the good way!
“Shit-“ You buried your face against your binder that you took notes in. As if you can hide forever. There was no way he was going to be interested in you if you were to be his student! There was no way you would be able to switch classes either. This class was a necessity. This was the worst, and you completely ignored both Jimin’s, and Brad’s looks of confusion, the latter man going to find a seat on the opposite side of the room as class started.
“Hello everyone, I’m Seokjin Kim, or Jin, I-“ The man was interrupted as Jimin started hacking up his lungs, seemingly having choked on his own spit, and you still had your face buried in the binder as you turned to face your friend with a glare.
“Um, are you alright? Do you need to go grab some water?” Jin stopped his introduction to ask your friend.
Jimin’s face was red as he shook his head, pulling a water bottle out from his bag to swallow some down. “I’m alright, Mr. Kim. Water here.” He spoke with a raspy voice from all the coughing.
Seokjin nodded. “Okay, good. If you start feeling unwell, let me know. Anyway- who is that hiding?” He added as his gaze fell on your binder. Oh, wonderful.
You winced before slowly lowering your binder to see it back down against your desk, and you watched as his face formed first into recognition, and then morphing quickly into shock, but he masked it before anyone else could notice, aside from your best friend. “There’s no need for anyone to hide. I’m not a scary professor.” He said with a chuckle before moving on with his introduction.
“Anyways, like I said, I’m Seokjin Kim. It’s nice to meet you all. As long as you are all driven students with your end goal in mind, I think you’ll all do well in my class. I know Statistics can be pretty stressful, but if any of you have any questions, or ever need to help, don’t hesitate to ask.” He finished off with talking about what you would be learning about on the first few days, but all you could think about is how utterly screwed you were.
He didn’t even look at you again throughout the whole class, seeming to act as if the encounter you had with him meant nothing. You would be lying if you said it didn’t sting.
“So, that’s him, huh?” Jimin asked as you walked out of class together, and all you could do was nod your head in silence, rejection settling deep inside your chest. It’s not like you could blame the guy either. You were his student now. It wasn’t like that fact could be ignored.
This year was going to be a long one, and you still had another year of statistics to go before you could graduate. How were you going to survive this?
Hooligan Jin x Rich Reader, Somewhat enemies to lovers but at the same time not exactly, explicit sexual content, (MINORS DNI) Fluff and Angst, Happy ending, Falling in love
Attempted Rape/Assualt, not between Jin/Reader!!!
Seeing Seokjin in the Hooligan MV inspired me to write this lol, I hope you guys enjoy 💜
Summary: Everything you’ve ever heard about the group of Hooligans was a lie. They weren’t bad at all, and when one of them ends up saving your life, things end up changing for you for the better.
You were getting ready to leave your fathers company when one of his many assistants stopped you. It was the sweet older lady whose stories of her youth made you smile. “Be careful out there tonight, dear. That group of hooligan’s are out and about.”
Ah, yes. It wouldn’t be New York if there wasn’t atleast one Notorious gang out there, the one that amateurs made no move to mess with. They were called The Nobles. It was a joke, as if there was anything noble about these clowns. Of course, you had never met any of them. You didn’t even know what they looked like considering they walked around the streets of Brooklyn in ski masks. It was rare for them to be here in Manhattan, but supposedly, tonight was one of those nights.
You cursed yourself for forgetting to call your driver. It seemed you could either wait, which would take a while now, or you could just walk the short way home. Sure, this was an upper class city, but it could still be dangerous, especially for someone like yourself. It was mostly petty theft that happened here, but you never carried cash on you. You may have lived a sheltered life, even having gone to private school, but you weren’t dumb enough to walk the streets with money in your purse.
“I will. My driver should be here shortly. Have a good night, Sue.” You gave her a polite smile as you lied. You didn’t want to tell her that you would be walking because she would surely tell your father, and he would throw an absolute fit.
The cool air hit you immediately as you walked outside, and you could see your breath fanning out into the night air as you started your walk home, clutching your twelve thousand dollar chanel purse tightly in your arms. It was the purse itself that you were protecting, it was your favorite, and it wasn’t like you could just buy another one. It was limited edition. This was completely reckless of you. Your father would be on fire if he knew. All you needed to do was make it home safely, and he wouldn’t have to ever know.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out so late, all by yourself?” A man who looked to be slightly older than you approached you with another guy attached to his side around the same age. They weren’t the hooligans you were worried about, no masks. These were regular guys, and they looked like assholes.
Don’t react. Play it cool. “I’m not by myself. My boyfriend is around the corner. He’ll be here any minute.” It was a lie, you didn’t have a boyfriend. You would need to find a high class man who your dad deemed worthy enough first. That hasn’t happened yet.
“Oh, yeah?” The other guy asked with a horrendous laugh, and you stood your ground as they walked toward you. Inside you were terrified, but you couldn’t let them see it. “I think I’ll chance it and call your bluff.”
“We have followed you for a bit now. I don’t think you have someone coming to help you, pretty.” The first guy said seductively, it made you shiver in disgust, and as soon as his hand came up to trace your jaw you slapped it away.
“Don’t touch me.” It was the wrong move, because the next thing you knew, you were slammed roughly against a brick wall behind you, and your vision blurred as you felt a crack on your skull, crying out in pain.
“You’re a feisty one, it’s cute, but I think I would like you crying instead while you’re begging us to stop.” A thigh was pressed between your legs, and you shuddered in horror as you felt the thick line of an erection pressed against you through layers of clothing. This could not be happening.
“Wait… wait… take my purse! It’s worth twelve thousand dollars, just take it and leave me alone.” You shook your head frantically through the pain erupting in your head.
“Shut up, bitch. We don’t want your money. We got our own.” The first man slapped you across the face before forcing you to your knees, and you cried out as you felt the scrape of the ground. “Now how about you be a good little bitch and suck my buddies cock while I fuck that ass of yours.”
Tears stained your eyes as you slammed them shut, the sound of a belt clinking before a zipper being undone made you want to gag. “You won’t get away with this. My father is a powerful man, he’ll-“
A grip of your hair being yanked back before a hand forced your jaw opened cut you off, while another hand forced its way up your skirt, but before the weight of the strangers dick could be shoved down your throat, an unknown force ripped him off of you.
“What the fu-“ The strangers voice yelled out in shock before he was now being slammed into the brick wall, and even though your vision was blurred you could make out those black masks anywhere, and you didn’t know whether you should be relieved or even more terrified, because you had no clue what these hooligans wanted.
Although, right now, it was only one of them. You couldn’t see any others around as the lone man in the ski mask took on the two men who attacked you. It wasn’t until you seen the silver blade from one your attackers behind the ski mask man that you found your voice, albeit terribly shaky. “Watch out!”
The newcomer twisted at your words and instead of being stabbed, the knife just grazed his jacket as he knocked it out of the guys hand before kneeing him in the balls and as the first attacker tried to wrap his hands around the newcomers throat, with incredible strength, ski mask man ripped the guys arms off of him before slamming him into the break wall. Blood poured out of the wound as the attacker fell to the floor. Holy shit. Was he dead? You didn’t know, and before the other attacker could run off, the newcomer gave him a swift kick to the head, effectively knocking him to the ground before he came toward your direction.
Oh no. This was it. You may have just been saved only to be kidnapped by a hooligan. This one had to be the leader. The man just oozed dominance. You just hoped this one would want your purse and not your body.
“Are you alright? How many fingers am I holding up?” The man asked, his dark eyes lined with black makeup piercing at you through his mask.
You tried to focus, you really did, your gaze falling to his hand that was holding up some of his gloved fingers. “Three?” You tried.
“No. Two. You have a concussion. The police along with an ambulance will be here shortly. The first thing you tell them is about your head, got it?” He said, which meant he was leaving you here. Of course. He wouldn’t want to be seen by police, after all.
“Did you kill them?” You slurred out, your eyes darting to your two attackers.
“Would it matter if I did? Do you know what they planned on doing to you?” He asked incredulously.
“They- they were going to ra-“ You shook your head as more tears fell down your eyes, not even able to finish that train of thought.
“They were going to do a lot more than that. Truthfully, I don’t know if they’ll make it, but I hope they are dead. It’s no less than they deserve. You probably weren’t even their first victim.” The man said, the look in his eyes absolutely terrifying, but somehow, you didn’t feel scared.
He tore off his black leather jacket before lifting your head gently, placing it behind your head that was leaning against the brick wall. Now his bare arms were exposed to the bitter cold air.
“You- you’re going to freeze.” You stuttered out, your eyes drifting shut.
“I’ll be fine.” He waved it off. “Hey! Snap out of it, don’t fall asleep.” He reached inside your purse for the water bottle he saw before splashing your face with it.
“Hey!” You glared at the hooligan as you the rubbed the water from your eyes, your makeup running. You probably looked a mess.
“Good. Get mad, atleast you’re awake.” His eyes shot up at the sound of sirens and he sprung himself off the ground in a flash. “I would appreciate it if you don’t tell them you saw me here tonight.” And then he disappeared, gone like a ghost in the night, and as the medics and officers arrived and asked who helped you, you told them you didn’t know, that you didn’t get a good look at him. As it turned out, your attackers were still alive, barely so, but you were reassured that they would be taken into custody. Apparently these two guys were serial rapists and were also wanted for murder. They would be going away for a long time. They said you were lucky and that whoever came to help you saved your life, because every victim before you was dead after having been brutally sexually assaulted.
This brought you to the question of, if these hooligans were really so bad, why did one of them just save your life? You decided it would no longer be your place to judge them as you were taken to the hospital to be evaluated.
You were going to be late, but coffee was a necessity because your father has been on your ass ever since that night a month ago when you were attacked. You knew he was just protective. You were his only daughter. Just as you rushed out of the coffee shop with your iced coffee, a stranger bumped into you with his broad shoulders, and knocked the iced coffee straight out of your hands as it fell to the tiled floor, splashing onto his jeans.
“You should watch where - You…” The broad shouldered man trailed off, and was that recognition flaring in his caramel colored eyes. You’ve never seen this man in your entire life.
He was very tall, shaggy black hair that looked like a mess covering his forehead. He didn’t look like he was from this side of town, not at all. He looked misplaced in a city full of rich people, his black button up and ripped denim were surely not designer. He looked like the kinda man your dad would not want you associating yourself with. He was handsome, though.
“Huh?” You asked, confused.
The man cleared his throat. “I said, you should watch where you’re going.”
“Right, I’m sorry.” You apologized to the man before you. There was something slightly intimidating about him.
It felt like he was judging you somehow. Like he didn’t like you already, and you figured it had to do with the designer bag in your hand and the expensive outfit you had on. Like he thought, just because you were rich, that it automatically meant you would look down on someone like him. You found that it bothered you, and suddenly, you decided that you wanted to make friends with someone who wasn’t from your world.
“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said, putting on your friendliest smile.
“That’s great.” Was all he said, moving beside you to stand in line for coffee. Man, this guy was a grump.
“I didn’t get yours?” You tried, moving in line with him. You needed to get another coffee, after all.
He sighed. “That’s a really good observation.”
You frowned. “I’m just trying to be friendly.”
“Why?” He bluntly asked.
“What do you mean? Why do I need a reason to be friendly?” Your eyebrows furrowed.
“Have you seen me? I’m clearly not from this part of town, and you rich people only associate with-“
“Well clearly I see you as you’re standing right in front of me, silly.” You interrupted, trying for a playful approach this time.
All you got in return was a squint of the mans eyes. Wow, he was a hard one to budge. “I should have asked Kook to do the coffee run.” He said under his breath.
Your face fell. You guess it was what you got for trying to make friends with someone different than you. Truthfully, it was just, you didn’t really have many friends. Only business friends, and did that really count?
“It’s Jin.” You looked up in surprise as you realized the man was speaking to you again, and just like that, a smile was back on your face.
The next time you saw Jin was at an art gala that your mother dragged you along to two months later. He was with someone who looked like a friend, and he also looked like he was dragged along if his bored face was anything to go by. It made you smile.
“You look like you want to be here as much as I do.” You approached him with a small laugh.
“Y/N.” He responded in surprise, and you watched as the man with him looked between the two of you in curiosity. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here with my mom.” You gestured somewhere behind you.
“I’m Namjoon, Jin’s little brother. The one who dragged him here.” The other man said with a teasing grin, clapping Jin on the back before excusing himself to look go look at one of his favorite pieces in the gala.
Your gaze was returned to Jin, and this time the look he was giving you was different from the last time. There was a smirk plastered on his lips. “If you keep trying to be my friend, I may just accept. And I don’t think I’m someone you want to be friends with, princess. You should be staying away from me.”
A feeling you never felt settled deep in your core, heat rising to your cheeks as you swallowed.
“Why? Are you part of a gang or something?” You asked playfully.
Instead of joining in on the joke, or laughing, he just stared at you. Apparently he thought his words would have scared you off. “After the art gala, come with me.”
You nodded your head. “Okay, I’ll go with you-“
“Are you insane, Y/N. You can’t go with this man. Do you even know him? He looks like trouble. Don’t you even remember you told me what almost happened to you?” Layla, your coworker, and someone who you also considered to be one of your only friends walked up to you, staring at your new friend in clear distaste. You knew she would be here tonight, and you planned on finding her to say hi in a bit, but it seemed she found you instead.
For some reason, you felt defensive, even though she was right. You didn’t know this man, not really, but if he wanted to hurt you, then you felt like he would have already when you bumped into him at the coffee shop. If anything, he was the one who tried to avoid you. “That’s not- Jin isn’t like that. I met him a couple months ago at the coffee shop.”
“Well he still looks like trouble, and someone you shouldn’t associate yourself with. He is clearly beneath us.” Her tone was judging, eyeing the man dressed in all black, leather jacket on top of the faded black t-shirt, matched with the faded black jeans.
“I think Y/N is a young woman who can make her own decisions, don’t you?” Jin raised an intimidating eyebrow at your friend, his own face morphing into one of distaste.
“Well fine, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She just looked at you before she huffed and walked away. Was she seriously upset with you for talking to your new friend? Well, she would have to get over it.
“Sorry about her. She can be…” You trailed off.
“She’s not wrong, though.” He shrugged.
“About what? That you’re trouble?” You rolled your eyes. “I don’t believe you want to hurt me.”
“Well of course I wouldn’t hurt you, but there are other forms of trouble.” He said with a sigh. “Also the fact that I’m beneath you, it’s true. I shouldn’t even be talking to you.”
“Jin-“
“Meet me outside after this is over if you’re still set on trying to involve yourself in my world.” He just gave you one last smirk before turning around in search for his younger brother.
You went back to search for Layla, but it seems like she was mad at you and didn’t want to talk tonight. Quite frankly, it shocked you, because what was even her problem? She was supposed to be your friend, and just because you wanted to hang out with someone she took one look at and judged, she just wanted to ignore you now. Whatever. You just hoped she’d let it go.
The rest of the gala, you spent with your mom. You told her you wouldn’t be riding home with her because you were going to spend time with your new friend. A frown formed on her face at that.
“Not the man I saw you speaking to earlier, right?” She asked in shocked concern.
“Seriously? What is with you all? I’m a full grown adult. I can pick my own friends, mom.” You said firmly.
“I just- You’re right, I can’t tell you who to be friends with.” She sighed, giving up on what she knew to be a losing battle. “I just hope it’s not more than that, you’ll give your dad a heart attack.”
Your eyes widened, more than what? More than friends? You didn’t even think about that because you barely knew the guy.
“Right…” You trailed off, lost in your train of thought.
“Well, just be careful, will you? Don’t trust someone you don’t know so easily.” Your mom gave you a hug to which you returned, and you were extremely happy that your father hadn’t told her about what almost happened to you a couple months ago. She would be even more over her head with worry than she already was.
“I will.” You promised, letting the hug linger for only a moment longer before you walked outside, the cold winter air a stark contrast from the heater being blown full blast inside the gala.
A frown formed as your eyes searched for your new friend, but he was nowhere to be found. Was he still inside? You went back in to check, but you only saw his brother. Now you were beginning to wonder if Jin changed his mind, and as you walked back out into the night, your gaze fell on a dark figure in the parking lot, placing a helmet over his head before settling over his bike.
“Jin!” You called out, taking off in a sprint until you approached him. “Were you just gonna leave? I thought…”
His eyes landed on you, and it didn’t even look like he felt bad for planning to ditch you in the slightest. “That was the plan, yes.” His words came out blunt, causing you to recoil.
“I don’t understand…” Your eyes fell to the ground.
“No? Then let me make you understand. You and I will never be friends. We aren’t on the same wavelength. Now, do us both a favor and stop trying to talk to me.” His words sliced through you, and you could feel the burn in the back of your eyes that meant tears coming on and you blinked them back.
“I see.” You whispered, making sure to turn around before you let the first tear fall, taking off in a run back inside the gala. You didn’t know why it hurt so bad, but it did. Your vision was blurred, so you didn’t notice the hole in the ground that had your heel splitting before you tumbled forward, both your hands and knees scraping roughly against the asphalt, and now the tears weren’t only from rejection, but pain as well.
There were gentle hands at your side seconds later before strong arms were lifting you up off the ground, and then Jin started inspecting your hands, but you brushed him off, embarrassed. “I’m fine.” You spit out.
“You’re hurt, let me help you.” He insisted, his hand wrapping around your wrist, grip gentle.
“And what’s it to you? Like you said, we aren’t friends. You just told me to leave you alone two seconds ago, so let me do just that!” You tried pulling away from his grasp, but he was a lot stronger than you were, and all of a sudden, flashbacks from that night where you were almost assaulted filled your mind, and you started to panic.
“No, please…” Your eyes slammed shut, and just like that, his grip on you loosened until you couldn’t feel his touch anymore at all.
“Hey, look at me.” Jin’s tone was light, but he made no move to touch you again. He just waited, patient.
It took you a minute and a few deep, calming breaths before you were able to open your eyes again, and when you did, the other man was still there, his hands now clasped in his lap. “You’re injured. Can I have a look, please?” He tried again.
You finally relented, placing your hands out in front of you, and this time when his fingers wrapped around your wrist, you didn’t stop him, nor did you stop him when he inspected the scrapes on your knees. “It’s hard to get a good look in the dark, but your cuts will definitely need to be cleaned.”
“Well, I’ll-“ You were cut off by a helmet being placed on your head before it was secured.
“Let’s go.” He said, standing up before reaching a hand out for you.
You ignored it. “You expect me to just-“
This time when he cut you off, it was because you were suddenly being lifted up into the air and into his arms, bridal style. The audacity of this man, after he rejected your friendship! “Hey! Put me down, you- you jerk!”
This time, his chest rumbled with a chuckle as he placed you on his motorcycle before squatting down to take off your other heel. May as well, the other one was ruined now anyway. It was so great that this was all amusing to him.
“Where is yours?” You asked with wide eyes as he got onto his bike, your eyes now landing on his back.
“You’re wearing it, obviously.” He started his engine.
“But! It’s not safe, and you could get in trouble, you-“
“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll be careful. Hold on tight.” He interrupted you, and you pinned a glare to his back that he couldn’t see as your arms came up to wrap around his middle, and with that, he took off into the night.
You’ve never been on a motorcycle in your life, never even thought about riding one before, but you couldn’t deny the adrenaline rush it gave you as the trees whipped past you, the cold air hitting your face. It made you press closer to the man in front of you, your arms tightening around him slightly as you rested your cheek against his back.
You felt like the drive went on forever, and you were really starting to question yourself when Jin pulled up to a house in Brooklyn, the neighborhood completely unlike the one you lived in. What were you doing? You barely knew this guy, and you were just going to trust him enough to go into his house?! Oddly enough, you felt like you did trust him, atleast enough to know that he wouldn’t try and hurt you. You didn’t know whether your judgement was just that good, or you were stupid.
“What’s wrong? Is my home not good enough to come inside?” He asked with a raised eyebrow as you just sat there, still on his bike.
Once your brain caught up, you gave him a scathing glare. “That’s not it at all. I was only wondering why you brought me to your home.”
The other man rolled his eyes. “Well, where should I have cleaned your wounds, the Empire State Building? The beach? Your house?”
“I- You don’t have to be so sassy.” You took the helmet off of your head before pressing it into his arms, satisfied with the grunt he let out from the force.
“Right. My apologies.” He just smirked at you, giving you the impression that he wasn’t sorry at all, and you just sighed as he carried you into his home, because you no longer had shoes.
It wasn’t like anything you expected, but then again, you didn’t even know what you were expecting it to look like. Maybe something that fit his dark attitude, but it just looked well lived in, and the kitchen was really nice. There was one single picture hanging on the wall that was a younger version of him with an older woman, and it made you smile.
“Is that your mom?” You asked.
His gaze went to where your eyes were trained. “Yes.”
“You guys look really close.” You turned to look at Jin, but he was no longer in the space beside you, having gone to get the medical supplies, and you sighed, sitting down on his couch while you waited.
Why was he so hard to be friends with?
“I don’t have friends.” Jin’s voice made you jump as he came to squat in front of you. You must have said that question out loud. Another question was, why did you want to be friends with him so bad? You made sure that was said only in your head.
“Seriously, Hyung. You have no friends, then what am I?” Another voice that appeared out of no where had you startled, jumping up out of your seat as Jin was about to start working on your scratches.
“Other than the ones I work with.” He amended, and you winced as he started dabbing rubbing alcohol onto your scrapes.
“Who’s this?” The newcomer plopped onto the couch next to you, a sly grin plastered onto his face. “Since when do you bring your conquests home? You never bring girls here. You always go with them that way you can leave first thing. Did you finally get a girlfriend?”
“Shut up, JK.” Jin was now glaring at his friend, and your mind was racing. You were surely not his girlfriend, or one of his conquests, and the thought that he had those… Well, it was none of your business, but you didn’t know why it made you feel weird.
“Anyway. I’m Jungkook, Seokjin’s best friend and roomate.” The newcomer held out a hand to you.
You accepted it, shaking his hand as you gave him your name.
“Wait, I recognize you, you’re that rich girl that hyung-“
“Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?” Jin effectively cut off whatever Jungkook was about to say, and it had you frowning. What was he talking about?
“Oh… Yup. I’m- I’ll be back later. Bye, Y/N. See ya, hyung.” Jeongguk slipped on his shoes before racing out the front door, and you turned your eyes back to the man in front of you.
“What was he talking about, Jin?” You asked.
Knowing that he had no way of talking himself out of this one, he just shrugged. “It’s not really any of your business. I treated your wounds, so I can give you a ride home.”
“Well I’m making it my business because we’re friends now.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I already told you, I don’t have friends other than-“
“Well, that’s changed now.”
“Has it?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, walking slowly until he was standing directly in front of you. If he was going for intimidating, then it wasn’t going to work.
You were about to respond, but it seemed he wasn’t done talking. “Tell me then, why are you trying so hard to insert yourself in my life?”
That question had you stumped because, why were you trying so hard? You didn’t actually know the answer to that. “Well, I’m just trying to be your friend.”
“Why?” His question sounded genuinely curious this time.
“Do I need a reason?” You challenged.
He just smirked in response. “I suppose not, and is that all you want from me?”
You frowned. What was he trying to insinuate here? For some reason, your heart was starting to pick up pace, and you cleared your throat. “I’m not interested in being one of your conquests, if that’s what you’re trying to ask.”
“Well, you should know that I’m not looking for a relationship-“
“Definitely not, we wouldn’t fit.” You weren’t sure what possessed you to say that, but you didn’t necessarily believe the words coming out of your own mouth.
It seemed he did, because he was nodding along. As if those were his exact thoughts. “Yes, exactly.”
You swallowed. “Well, now that we got that out of the way, can you tell me what it was that Jungkook was talking about?”
Shockingly, he did, and that was how you found out that the man standing in front of you, your new friend, was the one who had saved your life. He was the leader of The Nobles. You had so many questions, some of which he answered, and yet more personal ones, he did not. You supposed this was a start.
One year later -
You were incredibly buzzed. No wait, scratch that, you were inebriated. Yes, you were drunk, partying it up with Jimin who was pretty close to being on your level, but not quite there yet.
“You should slow down, Y/N.” Jimin was giggling as he watched you take another shot. “Seokjin is going to kill me.”
The name had fire licking up your veins, and you were already about to order another shot because of it. “Please, he wouldn’t care.”
“Damn, what did he do to piss you off?” Jimin asked in amusement. It was so great that this was funny to your blonde friend.
“He’s a liar. He always said, ‘I don’t do relationships.’” With drunkenness came honesty, and you were about to tell a lot of truths that you kept bottled up inside. “Well then, he seemed to be talking to some beautiful woman pretty intimately last evening! Whatever. I don’t care. He can sleep with anyone and be in a relationship with whoever he wants.”
“First of all, you sound like you care.” Jimin rested a hand on your shoulder, apparently all for sharing truths in his also, drunk state. “And second, Jin-hyung hasn’t slept with anyone since like… Since he met you.”
“Don’t patronize me, Jimin. You’re supposed to be my friend too. I know what I saw.” You ordered another shot for the both of you.
“But I’m not, and I am your friend too. You must have-“
“We should dance.” You passed a shot in his direction, and conversation forgotten, you both took it before hitting the dance floor.
You danced until you started to feel dizzy, and the room was starting to spin. “Jimin, I think I-“
“Woah, let’s sit you down. I’ll call Jin-hyung.” You were going to protest and suggest he call one of the others instead, but it seems you’ve forgotten how to speak, so you just rested your head on the, thankfully wiped down table, your eyes closing.
You were shaken awake by a hand on your shoulder, a voice calling your name. “Leave me alone, Chim. I’m sleeping.”
“Y/N, you’re still in the club. Let’s get you home, and then you can sleep.” Wait, that didn’t sound like Jimin’s voice.
You lifted your head up, which was a mistake because everything was spinning. “What are you doing here?”
“Jimin called me. Come on, let’s go.” Seokjin reached a hand to you, and you had to strain your eyes to concentrate.
“Well, he shouldn’t have.” You frowned.
“Why is that? Did I do something to upset you?” He asked, and why did he sound so patient? Like he wasn’t annoyed that he had to come deal with you in your drunken state.
You sidelined his question. “Shouldn’t you be out having a good time with your girlfriend instead of being here?”
“My… What?” He asked, sounding like he was confused. Or maybe it just sounded that way because you were drunk. You were about to respond but he had already shrugged off your question. “You’re drunk, let’s get you home.”
“You drove all the way to the city to give me a ride home?” You slurred the question out, leaning your full weight on his side when he lifted you up out of the seat. “Where’s Jimin?”
“Jimin wants to stay for a while. JK will give him a ride home when he’s ready to go-“
“Wait! I need to pay.” You rested a hand on his chest, trying, and failing to steady yourself.
He waved you off, guiding you outside to his car. “I took care of it already.”
“But-“ You were gently placed into the passenger side of his vehicle, not the motorcycle this time, before he shut the door, effectively cutting off your train of thought.
You ended up falling asleep in his car and didn’t come to again until your form was being placed on your bedsheets, your shoes being slipped off of you. He disappeared before coming back again, this time with a full glass of water and some medicine.
“I’ll leave this here. You’re going to need it.” He set them on your nightstand before pulling the covers over your clothed body. “Try to get some rest.”
“Stay.” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. God, you were so drunk. The guy had a girlfriend, you couldn’t just be asking him to stay with you. “Nevermind, your girlfriend probably wouldn’t be happy.”
“This is the second time you’ve mentioned a girlfriend. What are you talking about?” He asked as he sat on the edge of your bed.
“I saw… Last night I was out at dinner with my family and I saw you with a woman at the same restaurant as we were leaving. You said you didn’t go to fancy restaurants, but you were there, so it must have been a date.” You were honestly surprised your voice came out clear despite your state.
Understanding finally doned his features. “The woman you saw me with was my cousin, and I was at that restaurant because she lives in the city. I met with her because she asked for my help. Her ex has been stalking her. He used to abuse her when they were together back then. Which I never knew about until recently. He’s lucky he’s not dead. I made sure he knew that he would be if he didn’t stay away from her.”
“So what Jimin said could be true, then?” You said more to yourself than to him.
“What… What did Jimin say?” He asked, and were his ears red?
“Um… nothing. I don’t know.” You flushed, embarrassed, your eyes falling shut.
Seokjin just sighed, letting it go. “Get some sleep, Y/N.”
“Wait, will you stay then?” You moved over to leave some room.
He reached for the water on the nightstand, pressing the cold glass to your lips. “Get some water in you first. Have you been drinking some along with the alcohol tonight?”
You took a few large drinks, nodding your head. “I have.”
“Good.” He set the glass down before moving in beside you, pulling the covers up over the both of you, and then he was flicking off the bedside lamp, darkness engulfing the room.
“Jin?”
“Hm?” His voice sounded sleepy.
“Back then, when I told you that we wouldn’t fit, and you agreed…”
You couldn’t see it in the dark, but you could tell his body stiffened. His response was silence.
“But… I don’t believe that. I think that we would fit pretty great, actually.” You pressed on.
“Go to sleep, Y/N. You’re drunk.” Was what he responded with this time, making you huff in annoyance.
“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I’m not speaking the truth. Just say what you really feel, that you just don’t want me.” You could feel your heart breaking as you said those words. You didn’t have a right to feel upset, he was only your friend. Your feelings for him ran deep, far more than friendship, but you knew all along that it would never happen. This was on you.
“That’s not true. It’s not that I don’t want you. It’s that you’re too good for me, and I stand by that. I work at my moms restaurant and I’m some street hooligan.” He said, voice thick.
You shook your head vehemently. “And I don’t see it that way, not one bit. You don’t get to just decide that I’m too good for you.”
“Okay. Let’s talk more in the morning once you’ve sobered up. Is that fair?” You knew that you would not end up talking about it, and that he would not bring it up, but your eyes were feeling really heavy, and you couldn’t stay awake any longer.
Your last thought before you went to bed was wondering if he would still be there in the morning. He was, and had even made you a hangover cure for breakfast, but the topic from last night wasn’t brought up again.
Four months later-
It was the night of your company’s Christmas party and you spent all day hoping that Seokjin would make it. He tried to decline at first, saying he didn’t have anything to wear, but you knew it was just an excuse, so you told him it didn’t matter. There wasn’t some dress code that needed to be followed. You finally had gotten him to say that he would try to be there the other day, so now you could only hope.
So now, here you were, nursing a glass of champagne as you conversed with people that you could honestly care less about. They were just business colleagues.
You were starting to lose hope, listening to Layla rant when he finally, blissfully walked through those doors, and your face lit up brighter than the large Christmas tree in the building. You excused yourself from Layla’s side, not even noticing the glare she was giving you as you walked over to meet Seokjin.
All eyes were on him as soon as he had walked in the room, and you couldn’t blame them at all. He looked really handsome… like… extremely so. It should be illegal, honestly. You didn’t know if he bought a suit for this, or if it was one he already had, but he looked really good in one, and his hair was slicked to the side, exposing his forehead.
“You made it.” You didn’t even try to hide how happy you were, smile still plastered on your face as you fixed his loose tie. “I told you there wasn’t a dress code.”
“I wanted to look nice.” He admitted.
“You always look good.” You said. After all, it was the truth.
He grinned, so wide his dimples were showing. “Aww now, Y/N… You’ll make me get a big head.”
You were about to respond when Layla approached the both of you, a disapproving look on her face. “You know, just because you dress the part, doesn’t mean you will ever fit in this world.”
“Layla. Shut your damn mouth. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” You gave her a hard stare, your fist clenched to your sides.
“You’ve corrupted her. She never used to speak so… unclassy. Someone so undeserving of everything she has.” Her words were meant to cut through you, and this time, it was Jin standing in front of you.
“It sounds like you’re jealous that she has the position that you want. You see me as a threat because you don’t want her to be happy, because you’re just that bitter.” His words hit there mark because she gave one last sneer before storming off. So it was true then, she never saw you as a friend, but as competition. You should have known. Deep down, you think you did. You just didn’t want to admit it.
It didn’t matter. The person who did matter was standing right here beside you.
“I’m really glad you came, Jin.” You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, to which he returned, his broad shoulders enveloping you.
“I’m-“
“Who’s this?” Your father’s words cut in, and your eyes widened as you stiffened. You knew you would have to introduce them sooner or later. You just wanted to protect Seokjin for as long as you could from your dad’s judgement.
“Dad, this is Seokjin. Jin, this is my father.” You introduced them, the pit of your stomach filling with unease.
“Hello, sir.” Your friend gave a respectful bow to your father, shaking the hand your dad had held out.
“Well, I guess I won’t get to introduce you to Ryan after all, sweetheart. Apparently you found a successful man all on your own. I’m impressed.” Your father said proudly, his gaze falling on Seokjin again. “Tell me son, what kind of business do you do?”
“I- I, um-“
“He’s in finance!” You cut in, and oh god… No this was wrong, this was all wrong, but you couldn’t stop the words from spilling from your lips. “Yeah… he’s really good at it too.”
Your father’s impressed look, paired with Jin’s look of shocked disappointment both made you nauseous. What have you done?
“Wow, well I must say. I-“
“Actually, sir. I’m not in finance. I’m actually just a no one who works at my moms restaurant, but don’t worry. I’m not someone you have to ever worry about tainting your daughter. You can introduce her to Ryan. I’m sure they’ll be a good fit.” Seokjin wasn’t even looking at you, and your heart dropped as he turned and walked away.
“Jin, wait-“ Your dad cut you off with an arm on your shoulder.
“Let him go, Y/N. He did the right thing. You’ll like Ryan.” Your fathers words had you shaking your head frantically.
“No… No! I’m not- I don’t want to meet Ryan. I’m not interested. I made a mistake.” You shrugged off your dad’s arm as you took off after Jin, panting when you finally caught up to him out in the freezing December air.
“Jin, please… I didn’t- I wasn’t thinking… I just didn’t want to subject you to his judging right off the bat.” You came to a stop in front of his bike, cutting off his path.
“So… You wanted me to lie? To pretend I’m someone I’m not, so I can be someone you aren’t ashamed of.” He scoffed.
“No! You- I’m not ashamed. Not at all. It’s not like that. I don’t know what I was thinking- it- it just came out, but I don’t want you to have to pretend. Please, Jin, It was a mistake. I didn’t mean-“
“No, Y/N, it wasn’t. It was foolish of me to even come here tonight. To even think that we could have a chance, because the reality is, we don’t. We never did, and we never will. We are from two completely different worlds, and I’m not meant to fit in yours.” He said sharply, leaving no room for argument.
Tears started filling in your eyes, freezing as soon as they fell from how cold it was. “I was only trying to protect you…”
He shook his head, his features sad. “I don’t need someone to protect me, Y/N. I’m a grown man. I wanted you to introduce me as who I am. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to lie, for whatever reason, it doesn’t matter.”
“I’m- I’m sorry, Seokjin. I made a mistake, please-“
“I’m sorry too, Y/N. You and I, it was never going to happen.” Those were the last words he spoke to you before he reversed out of the parking lot, leaving you to fall to your knees as tears wracked through your body, an ache in the space of your heart that felt physically unbearable. Your tears turned to ice as they fell, but you didn’t care. The fact of how cold it was didn’t even register to you.
It turned out, your night could be ruined, and it was no ones fault but your own.
Your father was giving you a look of concern as he rushed over to you once you walked back in the doors. It was probably because your make up was ruined and you looked a mess. He probably didn’t want the others to see you like this, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.
“Y/N, where did your friend go?” Your father asked, tone serious.
You got defensive immediately. “You know damn well where he went. He left! Just like you want-“
“Y/N, you need to call him right now and tell him to come back or to be careful. I just got notified that it’s not safe on the road ride now if he’s headed toward the outskirts. There’s black ice, and if his vehicle isn’t prepared for-“
Your blood ran cold at your father’s words, and before he could even finish you were running off, pulling up your friends contact and pressing the call button. It went to voicemail. Straight to voicemail. Which meant one of three things. He either turned his phone off, or the battery died, or he had blocked you. While he may have been upset, Seokjin wasn’t the type to just block someone, so you were betting on one of the first two options. Shit.
You tried again, and again, still to voicemail. You paced outside while you waited for a cab, and when you gave him directions to your friends house, you told him to follow the same path you knew Jin would take to get there. Taxi drivers were well prepared for situations like this. Your friends motorcycle was not, and it was extremely dangerous for him to be on the roads right now. You dialed Jeongguk.
“Hey Y/N, what’s up? How’s the Christmas party. Did you and hyung-“
“Kook, Jin hasn’t made it home yet?” You interrupted your friend, anxiety clinging tight.
“Home? No… Isn’t he with you?” He asked, confused.
“No, JK… I fucked up, and now he’s out there with black icy roads, and if something happens to him… This is all my fault. I can’t- he- he has to be okay.” You were crying for a whole new reason now, your breathing coming out shaky and uneven.
“Woah, hey, Y/N… I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but it’s not your fault if… if… you know. He’s smart, he’ll-“
“But if- if he’s upset, and he doesn’t know about the… the roads. I’m scared, Kook… I’m on my way there right now, are you home?”
“Yes, I’m here, and if you are on your way, he should get here before-“
“Miss, it looks like we are gonna be stuck here for a while. The navigation is stating an accident up ahead. Traffic is stopped.” The taxi driver interrupted your conversation, and you were filled with dread.
“Shit, I- Jungkook, there was an accident- I have to go. Let me know if you find out anything and I will do the same.” You said before hanging up, pulling some cash from your wallet to leave him an extremely generous tip before opening the car door and letting yourself out.
“Miss, it’s freezing out there!” The taxi driver called out to you in shock, but you just waved him off, taking off in a sprint through the long line of cars until you reached the accident, your lungs burning, ice licking up your veins from the freezing cold. You should have a heavier coat, rather than the jacket you had on, but it didn’t matter if you got sick. You needed to make sure Jin was okay. He had to be okay.
As soon as you broke through the caution tape, two officers came to stop you, but all you heard was one of the paramedics voices in the background stating that the accident was a fatality, and your heart started racing uncontrollably, unadulterated fear swallowing you whole.
“Miss, you can’t be here. We are gonna need you to take a step back behind that tape.” An officer put a hand up to stop you from coming out further.
“Please…. I- Who is the fatality? Please, officer. I need to see who it is. I’m begging you. I’ll cooperate, I’ll do anything, but please, can I just see who it is?” You broke down until the officer in front of you gestured for his partner to let you take a look.
His partner guided you to the body that was covered by a sheet. “Just a look and then you let us take it from here, got it?”
You nodded your head, and with that, the officer lifted the sheet and you dropped to your knees in relief as tears continued to fall.
“Do you know this person?” The officer asked, and you shook your head as you wiped your eyes.
“No… I - I don’t. I thought it might be my-my friend because he was driving a motorcycle home and with the icy roads- I thought-“ You couldn’t even get a complete sentence out.
“Well, now that you know it wasn’t your friend, you gotta let us take it from here.” The officer gave your shoulder a light squeeze.
“Can I ask- was there anyone else in accident?” You brought yourself to ask.
“No, just this man here. He was driving too fast down these icy roads and crashed into that ditch. He wasn’t wearing a seatbelt and he might have been intoxicated, we don’t know for sure yet.” The officer said.
“I see.” You took a deep breath in before exhaling slowly, the icy air finally starting to get to you.
“Miss, did you walk here in the cold? Do you have a way home?” The other officer asked.
“I- I took a taxi, but we got stopped in traffic so I ran the rest of the way to get here.” You crossed your arms over your chest as your teeth began chattering.
“We got enough officers here, I’ll give you a ride.” One of them said, leading you to a patrol car, and once you were inside, he kicked on the heater, surrounding you in warmth as he drove you to your destination. You got a call from Jeongguk on the way that Jin had made it home in one piece, and the immense relief you felt was immediate.
“Does this friend of yours know you love him?” The officer asked, giving you a knowing look through the rear view mirror, and you flushed.
“I- love?” Your eyes widened. Did you love Seokjin?
“Well, yeah.” The officer shook his head with a laugh. “You ran a long line of cars out in the freezing cold, crossed a do not enter sign, and when you saw that it wasn’t him underneath that sheet, it looked like you were brought back to life yourself. And now, you’re going to see him, even though you already know he’s okay, just to make sure and see for yourself.”
“I-“ Oh my god. You did love Seokjin. You loved him, and you’re a complete idiot. “I messed up though… What if he doesn’t forgive me?”
“Define messed up?” The officer conversated.
“Him and I… We are different, or well, we come from two completely different lives. I come from a rich family. My father is a millionaire, and Jin… He’s not. He works with his mom at her restaurant, and I don’t care. I don’t care about any of that… I admire him for it, actually. He doesn’t think he deserves me, and I pretty much made him think that even more so tonight. He dressed up, came to mine and my father’s office Christmas party and when my dad assumed he was well off and worked in business, I went along with it. I was only trying to protect him, but it was the wrong thing to do… I know that. I knew I messed up right away. I don’t know how to make it right…” You felt your eyes were starting to hurt from all of the crying you’ve done, paired with the bitter cold.
“People make mistakes. You’re human. I think, you should tell him how you really feel. Lay yourself out on the line. Think about it, you have a chance at losing him either way, but the chance is a lot higher if you don’t tell him. Now, I don’t know him so don’t take my word and run with it, but If he feels the same way, I think he’ll forgive you. It’s the only thing you can do, and hope it all works out.” He was pulling up at the address he gave you, and you thanked him for the ride, and the advice.
“Good luck, young lady. I hope it works out for you two.” He said, giving you one last wave, and as soon as Seokjin opened the front door, you all but threw yourself in his arms.
He caught you, enveloping you in his warmth as he kicked the door shut with his foot. “Y/N, are you okay? Jungkookie said you followed me thinking I was in some kind of accident?”
“I thought I- I thought I might have lost you… There was an accident, a fatality… There was a dead body under a sheet, and you drove your motercycle, and I thought-“
“Hey, shh… I’m here. I’m alright.” He started rubbing your back, working his fingers in soothing motions. “I was careful.”
“I’m so sorry, Jin… What I said… I shouldn’t have. I promise you, I am not ashamed. I could never be ashamed of someone as incredible as you are. I don’t care about Ryan, or any other rich man. I care about you. I discovered that I actually… I love you, Seokjin. I’ll tell the whole world and my family that I love you. I don’t care what anyone thinks about our differences… As long as we have eachother that’s all that matters. All I can do is hope that you can forgive me...” Your voice was muffled into his shirt, your tears wetting the cotton, but you knew he heard every word you said because he was entirely still.
His silence would have scared you if it weren’t for the fact that he was still holding you. If anything, he held you tighter, and you could feel his breath from where his face was buried in your hair. You would stand here forever if you could, safe in his embrace, but you needed to know…
“Can you forgive me?” You asked, looking up into his caramel colored eyes.
He pressed his forehead to yours as he whispered the word ‘Yes’, and then his lips were pressing against yours, just a light touch, giving you time to pull away if you wanted. You didn’t, of course you didn’t. Instead, you pressed back fully into the kiss, your arms coming up to lace around his neck.
His lips felt so soft against your own, and kissing him felt like everything you’ve ever wanted. You only pulled away from the kiss when it was necessary to breathe, but you still held him close, afraid that if you let go, he would somehow disappear.
“Jin, I- What does this make us? I want to be with you, but I need you to know- to believe that you’re good enough. That you’re worth everything to me.” You cupped his cheek, your finger tracing a path along his jaw.
“I’ll try my best. Just… Just be patient with me.” He responded, his lips raising slightly. You really loved it when he smiled. “Do you want to stay?”
You nodded, letting out a breath of relief that he was offering. You didn’t want to be away from him after that scare you had tonight.
Once you slipped into bed with him, lying face to face, he finally spoke again.
“I love you.” He said it like he was laying himself bare for you, like he was taking a risk that he wasn’t sure would work out for him, but most of all, he said it because he wanted you to know.
You were kinda bummed that you wouldn’t get to see Seokjin on Christmas Day because you would be spending it with your separate families. It would all be okay though, because you would get to celebrate the New Year with him.
You were in the kitchen with your mom preparing the food when your father entered, clearing his throat. “Y/N, someone is here to see you.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion, but you followed your dad out to the living room to find your boyfriend standing in the entryway, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a gift box in the other.
“Jin? What are you doing here?” You asked in ecstatic surprise, throwing your arms around your boyfriend in a tight hug, careful of the flowers.
“I wanted to surprise you, and…” He trailed off, his own arms wrapping around you to return the hug.
“And…?” You asked with a light laugh.
“And I missed you. I couldn’t just not see you on Christmas. I spent the afternoon and all day yesterday with my family. I wanted to save time for you as well.” He said quietly, feeling nervous because you had an audience. Not just any audience, your family.
“Well I’m really happy you came. I missed you too.” You pressed a quick, but hard kiss to his lips, and this time when you introduced him to your family, you did it right.
You knew your parents could see how much you loved Seokjin, so it made you feel content when this time, they welcomed him with open arms. He actually got along well with your father, and they even bonded over talking about fishing. He got bonus points with your mother because the flowers he brought were for her, and she gushed about what a handsome young man he was.
“I got you something too. I thought I wouldn’t be able to give it to you until after Christmas.” You said as you eyed the gift box he brought, grabbing the box of your own before handing it to him.
The two of you had some privacy after eating dinner.
“Open it.” You said excitedly.
He did, peaking inside the bag before he pulled out a thick black ring, just the exact style that he liked.
“You know me too well.” Seokjin gave you a grin, slipping the ring on his finger. “It’s perfect. I love it… Thank you, Y/N.”
“Now, yours.” He added, placing the small box in your open palm.
You unwrapped the box before opening it, gasping in surprise as you noticed it was a beautiful necklace. The exact kind you liked to wear. It was absolutely stunning. It was something that looked meaningful, something just from him.
“There’s something that comes along with it, so you’ll have to accept that too.” Your boyfriend was giving you his signature smirk now.
“What’s that?” You asked with a smile, pulling the necklace out to look at it properly.
“You choosing to be mine, forever.” He said, and you looked up to find that his eyes were already on you.
“Put it on me, Seokjin.” You placed the necklace in his hands before turning around, lifting your hair out of the way for him.
You felt him move in closer to you, and at the first touch of his fingers ghosting along your neck, goosebumps rose on your skin, your heart picking up pace as he settled the necklace around your neck before clasping it together behind you, and after it was on, you felt his lips being pressed to the back of your neck. “There. My Y/N.”
You smiled at his words, feeling incredibly happy. It was all you wanted, was to be his, and now he was just as much yours.
“I want to be with you, tonight. Can I come to yours?” You asked in a whisper, reaching for his hand to tangle your fingers together. You didn’t mention your house because you liked his better. Yours may have been nice and extravagant, but his felt more homey, and you would get to be alone now that Jeongguk officially moved in with his girlfriend.
“Y/N…” Jin trailed off, unsure. “I don’t want you to regret it. You told me you’ve only been with one other person, and you regretted that… I don’t want-“
“That’s different. I was with that person before I was ready… That’s why I regretted it, but you… I love you. I could never regret being with you that way. I want to be with you that way.” You reassured him.
“Then come over. Stay with me.” He pushed a stray hair away from your face with his unoccupied hand, his smile melting your heart.
Your nerves were set alight when you arrived at his home, not because you didn’t want this. It was because you did, and with someone you loved, and you knew he was feeling the exact same way.
He peeled off your clothes slowly until you were bare before him, his eyes taking in every single inch of your body. It made you flush, wanting to hide.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N. I don’t know what I ever did right in this world to call you mine, but whatever it was, I’m so glad, and I will spend the rest of my life being the man you deserve.” He promised, his hands moving to pin your arms above your head before claiming your lips with his own, kissing you deeply, passionately, and all you could do was succumb to it, to him, a sound of content escaping from your mouth into his, your tongues dancing together.
“Jin, I-“ You gasped out, feeling his clothed body against your naked one. It was starting to drive you crazy, but in a good way. “I want to see you too. Can you undress for me please?”
“When you ask like that, you make me want to give you anything you want.” He stripped his black jacket off, and you stopped him when his fingers reached for the buttons of his black shirt.
“Slowly.” The look he gave you at your words would have made you feel embarrassed, but then he just smirked and you relaxed.
He did exactly what you wanted, his fingers moving to pop each button of his shirt open slowy, extremely so, and after what felt like forever, his chest was revealed to you, and you wanted to kiss every inch of his beautiful golden skin.
His fingers worked at his jeans next, moving the zipper down as slow as possible before he kicked them off his legs, and then as he hooked his fingers in his boxers, he paused, giving you a dark look. “Take them off for me.”
Your gaze dropped to the intimidating bulge tenting his boxers, the bulge that was there because of you. You did that to him, had him turned on all from seeing you bare before him, and the thought had you clenching your thighs in anticipation, wetness seeping out onto his bed.
You swallowed before reaching for him, raking your fingernails down his chest before slowly dragging his boxers down his thighs until his cock sprung free, hard and heavy, smearing pre cum as it slapped against his stomach.
You brought a hand down to run your fingers through your soaked folds before you used the same hand to wrap around his cock, and he seemed to like that if the groan he let out was anything to go by, throwing his head back to expose the long line of his neck.
“Fuck…” He let out as you began stroking him in earnest, your finger rubbing over the slit of his cock to spread his pre cum over the length of him, your juices mixing together as you let him fuck up into your hand.
He was beautiful like this, ethereal looking even. Everyone should know that it was you, who was the lucky one. You got to call this beautiful man yours. It was you who was making him feel this good. You wanted to make him feel even better.
“I want to taste you, can I?” You asked, staring down at where his dick was held in your fist.
“Oh god, you’ll be the death of me.” He let out a shaky laugh in response.
“Is that a yes, Seokjin?” You gave him a smirk of your own.
“Is that what you want, baby? Go ahead. You’ll look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.” You didn’t need to be told twice, his eyes were devouring you as you settled onto your knees before him, and as soon as you had you had your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, he let out a gasp of your name.
“Fuck, Y/N…” You loved hearing him, it had you turned on beyond belief, and soon you were rubbing yourself on his sheets as he started fucking your face, his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over. You gagged a few times, but soon you were relaxing your throat, taking him in as far as you could, your hands held onto his thighs to balance yourself.
“Fuck, you’re so good… I - sh-shit.” He growled as he pulled you off of him, and you pouted at the loss, your mouth a mess from your drool mixed with his pre-cum.
“Why’d you stop?” You asked.
“You were gonna make me cum, and I don’t want that yet. I want to be inside of you. Do you want that still?” He asked, leaning forward to take one of your breasts in his mouth, and you gasped as he nipped your nipple with his teeth.
“Yes, of course I do. I want that, please.” Suddenly, there was nothing you wanted more. You needed him.
“Anything for my princess.” He leaned down until his face was settled between your thighs, his tongue licking a long stripe between your fold before settling on your clit, giving it a harsh suck.
“Ahh! Se-seokjin!” You gave a moan in pleasure, your hips rocking up into his face.
“You taste so good, baby, so sweet… You’re so wet.” He groaned, working two fingers inside of you as his tongue worked furiously over your clit. He was going to make you orgasm if he kept that up.
“Jin… I’m gonna… I want to with you inside of me.” You gasped out, but he didn’t let up.
“And who said you can’t come twice for me, princess? You’ve been so good for me, sucked me off so well, I think you deserve to be rewarded, don’t you?” His voice sounded so seductive, you felt like you could come from just that alone, and when he added another finger, crooking them inside of you just right, his mouth adding suction around your clit once more, you lost it, his name falling from your lips repeatedly as you rode out your orgasm against his face, and you could have sworn you felt him hum against you, satisfied with himself.
“Good girl.” He rasped, making you shudder as he licked his lips, reaching into his dresser, presumably in search for a condom.
“Wait.” You reached for his arm, and he stilled. “I trust you. I’m good, I’ve never actually done it without one, and now I take the pill for my cramps, so we don’t have to worry about that, and I trust you.”
“I’ve never done it without one either, and I’m safe too. Also, it might not matter, but I want you to know that I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.” He responded, moving to lean over you, settling your legs over his shoulders as he used a hand to rub his wet cock through your folds. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Jin, I’m sure. Please, I need you.” Your wish was granted, and you gasped out in pleasure, also maybe a little bit of pain as the head of his cock breached your entrance, your walls splitting to accommodate his thick length, your fingers gripping his shoulders. Fuck, he was big.
You must have said that out loud, because he started soothing you with his words as he fed you with his cock, inch by inch. “You’re doing so well, baby. This sweet pussy is swallowing me up. You’re taking me so well. You feel incredible, Y/N…”
You let out a moan of his name, dragging him down for a kiss as he bottomed out inside of you. The feeling of him, bare inside of you was too much. You felt so intensely full. “Jin… so full… You feel so good…”
“This pussy was made for my cock, isn’t that right, Y/N?” He punctuated his words by slamming his hips against you, his cock plunging in deep and you screamed out his name, nails digging in his back.
“Yes, yes! Made for your cock, Jin… more.” You breathed the words into his mouth as he started fucking into you roughly, his cock hitting that spot deep inside of you over and over. You were close again, you could feel it, your walls contracting around him.
“Sh-shit, you’re so tight, and it’s been so long… I’m gonna cum…” He groaned, his hips stuttering.
“Me too, Jin… touch me, please.” He did just that, his finger moving over your clit just the way you liked as he fucked you.
“Can I cum inside you, baby? I want to fill you up, mark you as mine. Make you smell like me.” His words were possessive, and it was at that point that your orgasm hit you, your pussy tightening impossibly around him.
His name was the only thing you could get out, but you just pulled him closer, holding him to you in response. “Yes, give it to me, Jin, fill me up with your cum.”
Your name fell from his lips as he gave one more hard thrust, pressing inside of you as deep as he could go before his cock throbbed inside of you, painting your insides with his release.
His lips found yours again as you both came down from your highs, tasting and exploring eachothers mouths as if you had all the time in the world. His dick eventually softened and slipped out of you, his cum leaking out of you onto the sheets. Neither one of you noticed, too wrapped up in eachother to care, lost in the kiss.
It eventually slowed as sleepiness hit you, and when you came back from using the restroom, he had the bed changed with a fresh sheets, and you hummed in content, laying down still completely naked and sated.
Seokjin got in after you, his arms pulling you in until you were pressed against him, and he tilted your head until your lips found eachother again, his lips turned up against yours.
“You smell like me.” He whispered the words against your lips, and you couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped you.
“You love that, don’t you?” You asked, burying your nose against his warm, bare chest.
“I really do, but I love you even more.” He murmured into your hair, nuzzling you with his nose.
“I love you, too.” You pressed yourself even closer, your eyes slipping closed. “Merry Christmas, Jinnie.”
“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” He pressed a kiss to your hair, and then the both of you were falling asleep in eachothers arms.
He made you breakfast in bed the next morning, and your only thought was that you really had the best boyfriend in the world, and you were just so incredibly happy.
☼ Genre: A/B/O dynamics, college au, omega!reader, Alpha!CEO!Seokjin, s2l, fluff, smut, minor angst (they’re idiots)
☼ Count: 25.6K
☼ Warnings: teasing, marking (+ a little blood), unprotected sex (stay safe kids!), knotting, creampie, multiple orgasms, impreg kink, minor dom/sub undertones, oral (f receiving), fingering, pillow humping, dirty talk, praise kink, heat sex, seokjin is a soft alpha
☼ Summary: kairos καιρός (greek, n.) - the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement
When your financial aid falls through for your last year of school, you fear you’ll have to drop out and postpone your degree. Until Taehyung gives you a suggestion to make a lot of money, quick. His idea can’t possibly end well, can it?
☼ a/n: So, guess who’s not dead? Sorry it took so long to get something new out, life’s been… busy. I’ve got other stuff currently in the works and I hopefully won’t take quite so long to put something else out again. Anyway let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙
Oh me oh my. It’s time for the one and the only. J-HOPE. Now let me tell you I’m Jungkook-biased, have been for the past two years of being army. But, I had to fight tooth and nail to stay with Jungkook while Hobi was on the prowl.😮💨 Hobi stole everyone girl for a hot minute. Don’t feel bad it wasn’t our fault. Moves like that, could you really blame us?
18+ MDNI!! Shoo!!
[Masterlist]
Jung Hoseok
A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Consider yourself utterly pampered after sex. Before you could even blink, there's a hot bath running with an array of soaks at the ready. Fresh, hot towels, candles, and incense. His main focus is on your relaxation. He knows he just put your body through the wringer, and he wants to make sure you are well-loved and appreciated.
B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He does, in fact, love his eyes. As a dancer, he does a lot of nonverbal communication, specifically through his eyes. When his pretty brown eyes get lidded, his pupils dilated, his gaze intense nonetheless, you know he’s about to make a mess of you. Always look for his eyes.
Your hips are his anchor. Even in public, his hands will be at your hips, very securely. Almost like he’s trying to make sure you won’t just float away like a dream. And during those backshots, expect some bruising with how tight he’s going to hold on and pound like his very existence depended on it.
C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Ever heard of a pearl necklace? He’ll give you one, alright. This dude loves cumming on your body. Your tits, your lovely face, your stomach, your back (we’ll get to the backshots later👀), your ass, basically anywhere and everywhere. He likes to mark his territory, paint you like a canvas. Mona, Mona Lisa, yeah, I need ya.
D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Hobi is customarily the one in charge during sex. Not necessarily on purpose, but he has the ability to fuck you so dumb, someone needs to fly the plane, y'know? It’s a dynamic neither of you minded for a while. Until this one night. It was a special night, maybe your birthday or something like that. You proudly announced that you wanted to take charge tonight. At first, he gave you a look 👀, like “Are you sure about that?”. But once the handcuffs went on him, you shut his ass up.
He was at your every whim. He’s a brat, brattier than you would’ve thought. But the trials of orgasm denial you put him through made him so compliant so quickly. Dare you say…submissive. He needed you, so so much; he’d die without you. When you finally let him cum without punishing him, it was one of the best orgasms (or series of orgasms) he’s ever had.
It’s then that he realizes just why he’s into strong, independent women. J-hope loves a woman who can give him a run for his money (literally and figuratively). A woman who can keep his ass in line, that’s the sexiest thing you can do. He doesn’t know how to bring up the fact that he wants to be dominated like that again. With how satisfied he leaves you, he isn’t sure you want to change the dynamic like that. Just know that if you ever top him again, he’ll be chomping at the bit.
E - Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Whore. This man is a whore. His solo touring had him discovering more than just new flavors at every stop. He will leave no part of your body untouched or unappreciated. He loves being all up in a woman’s body. He’s South Korea’s bicycle as far as I can see…
F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Jay is such a freak that it’s hard for him to pick just one position. He’s indecisive like that. But there is something about you on your hands and knees that unlocks something primal in him. You on all fours, wanton and ready for him to do whatever he likes to you. He still has access to all the parts he wants access you. Loves, loves, loves fucking you doggy style (and all its variations). The sound of skin slapping as your ass meets his hips over and over takes him to another plane.
I submit this moment from Hope on the Stage tour. See the vision? Trust the vision? Good… let’s continue…
G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Playfully flirty is about as goofy as you’re gonna get him. Some chuckles, a lot of smiles (J-Hope is a smiley bastard). Careful, though, those smiles can turn into Cheshire Cat smirks really quick😈.
H - Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Things are very neat down there. If there is any hair left over, it'll be neatly trimmed.
I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
I'm not sure romantic is the word I would use for Jay. He's flirty for sure. He'll drop lines that will roll off his tongue and send your heart a flutter. Going the extra mile is something saved for special occasions. Maybe for Valentine's Day or an anniversary, he gets a fancy hotel room coated in rose petals, fresh champagne in an icy bucket, fucking towels in the shape of swans, y'know the works. It's a special day for his special person; he'll pull out all the stops. Intimacy will never ever be a problem for the two of you; it's just that the super romantic part of Hoseok will only come out every so often.
J - Jack off (maturbation headcanon)
Very often. He jacks off very, very often. As badly as a teenage boy, quite frankly. Whenever he's alone, even if it isn't fully alone, honestly, he will yank one out to you. Like he taught his maknae: “Every hour, every minute, every second…” (more on that later)
K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)
*clasps hands together* Okay… Lets get things started.
Daddy kink, for one. He loves loves loves being your Daddy. If you call him daddy in the moment, or even whisper it to him when you’re outside, prepare to be fucked expeditiously. Which leads me to the second big kink, exhibitionism. J-Hope is unafraid of public sex. The thrill of maybe getting caught, that’s what drives him. In his mind, he’s a rockstar and rockstars fuck when they want.
Orgasm denial has definitely been in the cards, especially when you do it to him. He is putty in your hands when you withhold an orgasm from him. So pliant, so desperate. Y'all have roleplayed before, nothing too crazy, but you definitely have some costumes left over from your experiences, hahaha. All the classic roleplays: boss/secretary, professor/student, doctor/nurse, idol/#1 fan🤭, of course. You’ve also traversed into BDSM dynamics, the roles switching every now and then.
Jung Hoseok is a kinky motherfucker, I’m trying to be succinct here. Truly.
L - Location (favorite places to do the do)
One word. LAMBO. The number of times you’ve fucked in one of his luxury cars, but ESPECIALLY THE LAMBO. The Lamborghini Urus, he's rumored to have. His most expensive car. Y’all could be driving around getting errands done, going to visit people, or attending events. Then he pulls over on a side road, drags you into the back seats, and makes that car shake like it’s a goddamn earthquake. Especially if you decide to give him head while on the road, and make him feel like a rich king? He might not even have the patience to get to the back seat. The Lambo windows are tinted for a reason.
That being said, he isn’t afraid of having sex with you literally anywhere. As mentioned before, he’s an exhibitionist, when he wants to, where he wants to… he’ll try.
M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Hobi has too many to count, but I’ll summarize a few.
When you get all dolled up for the day, that’s when he wants to mess you up the most. If you’re the type to do your makeup, he might just sit there and watch you. Part in fascination of your art, but also because he’s getting a massive boner at the thought of ruining your hard work with his cock. Smudging your lipstick as he facefucks you, your mascara running from tears of pure overwhelming pleasure, things like that.
You'd better be prepared for the consequences of wearing a short skirt around J-Hope. You will be dragged into a closet or a bathroom. He loves skimpy outfits; it’s the surest way to turn him into an animal very quickly. Hell, if you can even leave the house without him fucking you in said outfit.
One last thing, so innocuous, you would’ve never guessed it was a turn on for him: your nails. Every time you get a fresh set of nails, he knows his back and neck are about to be torn the fuck up, and he couldn’t be more excited. The sharper the better, haha 🤣 scratch his ass up!
N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
There isn't much that J-Hope wouldn't do. He's game for almost anything you could propose. Almost anything. Cuckolding is an absolute NO. He's not turned off to the idea of including someone else, quite the opposite, he's intrigued. But if he starts to feel like he's not fully involved in the situation, Hobi is liable to walk away.
Dipping into BDSM activity, y'all aren't strangers to the idea of a little pain for pleasure. But he draws the line at anything that might mark you up too badly. In other words, draws blood. Whips feel like too much of a punishment for him, to do that to your beautiful skin. He doesn't mind hickies and your nail claw marks on his back (he lives for it, actually). You're his baby, his queen, his Mona Lisa; you could never deserve a punishment.
O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Hoseok is another 50/50 guy; he could really go either way.
Jay likes to eat. At all times, he is a hungry dog ready to be fed. He'll eat you out however, is the most pleasurable for you. Whichever makes you moan more. More than anything, though, he wants you to sit on his face. You’re his Queen after all, and a Queen needs a throne. Let that throne be his face. He wants to suffocate between your thighs; he wants to drown in your dripping pussy juices. J-Hope is all fucking in.
As mentioned in Motivation, the more he can mess you up with his cock, the hotter. RIP any makeup you may have been wearing beforehand because it's about to be smudged to shit. Once he’s in a rhythm, especially if your nails are clawing his thighs for support, he will facefuck you. Egged on by your gags and your pretty eyes looking up at him for approval. He’ll blow a fat load down your throat for sure. Or on your face if he knows y'all have all night.
P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
It can be a mixture of fast and slow, but rough for sure. If you’ve ever seen someone shoot an assault rifle, that’s how Jay fucks. Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat. Especially when you’re in doggy style, you feel every thrust knocking the fucking sense out of you. The backshots go BAP BAP BAP BAP! Thank you for bearing with my onomatopoeias, but J-Hope's sexual ability is indescribable. Indescribably good eyyyy
Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Hobi is the master of the quickie. He’s a bit shameless about it, too. There will usually be a good 20-30 minutes, where you two would just duck out in the middle of something, so he just fuck the daylights out of you really quick. His PR works overtime to try and hide the fact that he and his partner are suddenly missing from an event. People close to him, though, can sus out exactly what he’s doing. The other six in BTS know exactly where this motherfucker went. The rest of the hyung line is annoyed😪 while the maknaes are giggling like schoolboys that just found out that their teacher has sex. Both groups know not to look for him lest they want to be scarred for life.
All in all, quickies are a part of your daily life with J-Hope. When he wants you, he wants you. Very little will stop him, except for you course.
R - Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Unless part of his abject No’s, Hobi will try anything at least once. Anything to keep his Queen happy. Especially when it comes to having sex outside, he’ll risk it all to have you right then and there. He’s all about discovering new ways to feel pleasure with you.
S - Stamina
Jung Hoseok isn't touted as BTS's dance leader for nothing. When you're not having a quickie with him, uninterrupted, set a timer or something because you're about to go all night long. J-Hope has stamina for days. No doubt you would have to be the one who taps out because, as far as he's concerned, he could keep going, and going, and going. BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP, all night long.
He is the original Mr. Seven Days a Week. Where do you think Jungkook learned it from?!
T - Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He has a little box of toys that you've shared with each other. The box of trial and error. Some toys y'all have tried and loved, like the cock ring for him or the vibrating butt plug on you. You got him a pocket pussy for his birthday for long tours away, and he was over the moon; he won't travel without it now. Other toys you tried, and they got tossed to the wayside. He gets jealous of dildos, saying you're "having all the fun without him".
U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)
He likes to tease, but honestly, he's so impatient that it won't be for long. The foreplay will never be lacking, but he is eager to make it to the main event. Once he's made you cum once, he wants you to make you cum again and again. But especially all over his cock, he lives for you cumming on his cock.
V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Hoseok can fucking yap, and this doesn't stop at the bedroom. For a man who wants to fuck you senseless, he sure asks a lot of questions. "You like that, baby?", "You like taking this dick? Huh?", "Who's your Daddy?" And he'll stop momentarily if it means he gets an answer. There is no shortage of sex noise coming from this man. Grunts, groans, moans, and ample dirty talk.
W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
The city lights faded behind you, leaving only the blur of trees and the dusky horizon outside the car window. The hum of the engine melded with the low bass from the speakers—a steady rhythm syncing with your quickening pulse. It was the kind of song that filled the space between words, a space you and Hobi both seemed content to linger in before the chaos waiting at the party ahead.
“You’re lucky I’m a good driver,” he mused suddenly, that trademark grin spreading across his face as his eyes flicked toward you. “Most guys would’ve swerved off the road by now with you sitting there like that.”
“Oh, please,” you scoffed, warmth already curling in your chest.
“I’m serious,” he chuckled, tapping the steering wheel lightly. “That skirt’s a public safety hazard.”
You shot him a look, but he only laughed, the sound low and rich, a teasing note that lingered in the air long after.
Hobi’s hand rested firmly on your thigh, unclothed by your miniskirt. Casual at first glance, but there was an ease in the way he let it stay there, a quiet confidence that made the air between you thrum. Every now and then, his thumb traced slow, idle patterns along your skin whenever the road smoothed out. You felt it more than you wanted to admit—a warmth that wasn’t just from the heated seats, a pull that made it hard to focus on anything beyond him. Glancing at him, you caught the corner of his mouth lifting in that slightly mischievous smile. His intense brown eyes flicked to yours just long enough to make you wonder what he was thinking, then returned to the road, leaving delicious uncertainty lingering in the room between glances.
It was the little things that were softly driving you mad. It was the brush of his fingers and the warmth of his hand so securely on your thigh. Your stolen glances of his side profile, highlighted in the moonlight: his strong, angular jawline, his full lips slightly parted in focus, making his lower lip more pronounced. The silver chain glistened around his neck, contrasting with the black jacket he decided to don. His hair fell just enough over his forehead to give him that effortless, teasing look, the kind that made it impossible not to imagine running your fingers through it. Even the way he held the wheel—fingers steady, confident—made your stomach twist with something dangerously close to longing.
He looked good tonight—undeniably so. The pull toward him was impossible to fight. You gripped the seat lightly, trying to distract yourself with the winding scenery, but every thought curved back to him.
“Baby…you’re drooling.”, he chuckled, his voice low, teasing, and just a little amused.
“I am not.”, your cheeks flared hotter than the seat warmer as you shot him a glare.
“Oh really?”, his eyes sparkled, the corner of his mouth twitching as he glanced at you, clearly enjoying your fluster. “Because I’m pretty sure you were staring…a lot.”
“I was—”
“I know… It's hard to look away at someone so gorgeous…”, his tone playful, dropping just a little, warm and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.
“You—” you started, but he cut you off with that signature mischievous grin.
“Don’t fight it…”, he purred, every syllable tinged with mischief, “...because trust me…”
He let his words hang in the air, drawn out and teasing.
“...I kind of like it when you can’t.”
“Can’t what?”, you caught yourself biting your lip, a nervous laugh escaping.
He glanced at you, eyes flicking down for the briefest second before returning to the road.
“Can’t help yourself.”, he murmured, a hint of laughter beneath the words. “It’s flattering, really. I should drive you around more often.”
“Hobi, stop.”, you whined, hitting him pertly on the shoulder. He laughed, rich and genuine, the kind that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter.
He shot you a sidelong look, grin still lingering.
“Stop? You sure about that?”
“You’re such a menace.”, you crossed your legs, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips.
“Maybe.”, he drawled, tone dripping with playfulness. “But you’re still here.”
You rolled your eyes, but your heart was doing somersaults.
“Only because you’re my ride.”
The car drifted deeper into the hills, tension thick between you—alive in the quiet, filling every inch the music left untouched. City lights became a distant memory, traded for the hush of trees and moonlit hills. His touch burned through your skin, his grip tightening just enough to make you shiver. It was bad enough—you already had it bad for Jung Hoseok, and all he had to do was exist. But now? Now he knew you had it bad for him. His proud smirk said it all as he steered one-handed, the Lambo humming beneath you, thumb drawing lazy circles like he was savoring every flicker of your fluster.
The air thickened, charged with something unspoken. Each turn of the wheel pulled you closer—not to the destination, but to the edge of whatever simmered between you. The car’s purr matched your pulse, quickening as his hand crept higher, teasing the hem of your skirt. You shifted in your seat, trying to ignore the ache of anticipation building between your legs. Hobi’s gaze slid toward you, just for a moment, and that smirk deepened, like he was silently daring you to admit exactly what you were feeling. The corner of his mouth quirked as he hummed along with the music, his gaze drifting back to the road, but you could feel the weight of his gaze, an almost electric awareness that made it impossible to hide anything.
“Hmmm…”, he hummed, “You know…we could be…fashionably late.”
Before you could even process what he meant, he slowed the car, guiding it smoothly toward the shoulder of the winding road nestled in the hills. Your heart slammed in your chest.
“Hoseok!”, you exclaimed, half in shock, half in disbelief, your fingers gripping the edge of the seat.
He didn’t look at you—at least, not yet—but that mischievous curve of his widened, wicked and teasing, as he pulled the car to a gentle stop on the secluded stretch of asphalt. Only the soft tick of the cooling engine and the faint rustle of trees broke the silence.
“Hobi…”, you chided.
He finally turned to you then, his eyes dark and glinting in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. The smirk on his lips softened into something else—something that felt far more dangerous than teasing.
“Party’s not going anywhere.”, he murmured, his voice low, thick with suggestion.
With a soft click, he killed the engine. The silence that followed was dense, wrapping around the two of you like velvet, soft and suffocating all at once. The music, the road, the party—everything faded away, leaving only the quiet hum of the space between you. His thumb paused its circles on your thigh, pressing a little deeper, the heat of it sinking through your skin.
You couldn’t speak. Words felt useless. He leaned across the console, the space between you shrinking until you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, smell the faint, clean scent of him—something like citrus and spice, and him. His eyes held yours, intense and unwavering, and you saw it there—the decision had already been made. The party was forgotten. The only thing that mattered was this.
“Besides…”, he added, his breath warm against your cheek, “...you’ve been staring all night, baby. Thought you might want a closer look.”
Your breath hitched. The tension pooled low in your belly, spreading through you like wildfire. You wanted to deny it, to say something slick or defiant, but all you could do was swallow hard, your pulse fluttering in your throat. He didn’t wait for an answer. His free hand came up to cup your jaw, fingers trailing lightly over your skin as he tilted your head back. The kiss was slow at first, a deliberate testing, a silent question. But you answered with a soft sigh, your lips parting, and that was all the encouragement he needed. It deepened instantly, hungry and demanding. It was a kiss steeped in mischief and want—all the unspoken things that had simmered between you since you’d gotten in the car. His tongue swept against yours, claiming, possessive, and you melted into it, your hands finding purchase on the collar of his jacket, pulling him closer.
This wasn’t the first time. You knew the contours of this car, the way leather seats were cool against your skin, then warm with your body heat. You knew the specific creak of the center console, the limited space that made every movement a calculated, intimate press against one another. You knew how the fog would blur the windows, creating a private world, a cocoon of steam and tangled limbs on the dark hillside. That familiarity only made everything sharper, more electric.
When he finally pulled back, you were both gasping for air. His thumb stroked your cheek, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide with a need that mirrored your own.
“Back seat?”, he coaxed.
A breathless laugh escaped you, a mix of disbelief and anticipation.
“You planned this?”
A slow, knowing smile tugged at his lips, and he opened his car door before he could answer. A cool night breeze swept in, raising goosebumps on your bare legs. You wasted no time, pushing your own door open and meeting him at the rear of the car. The evening air was crisp, smelling of damp earth and pine. The only light came from the faint sliver of a moon and the distant, hazy glow of the Seoul city center you’d left behind.
Before you could fully process the change in scenery, Hobi was on you. He spun you around suddenly, your back hitting the cold metal of the passenger door as he caged you in, one hand securely on your hip. He didn’t kiss you, not right away. He just looked at you, really looked at you, his gaze sweeping over your face, your exposed neck, the way your chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. The silver chain around his neck glinted in the moonlight as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.
His fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt, knuckles grazing the sensitive skin of your upper thigh. You shivered, tilting your head back, giving him better access. He took the invitation, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. Your hands were tangled in the soft fabric of his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer.
“Hobi…”, you breathed, the name a desperate plea.
“I’ve got you, baby.”, he promised against your skin, his other hand coming up to tangle in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. It was a kiss that said mine, a kiss that obliterated any thought of the party, of anything but the feel of him against you. One of your manicured hands grabbed the back of his neck, your nails combed through the hair at his nape. The other arm snaked around his back. You were carried away by the feeling of the toned muscles beneath the thin fabric of his shirt and pulled him impossibly closer. Hand caressing his back up and down before traveling down for a cheeky ass grab. He chuckled against your lips—a low, sultry sound.
“The things you do to me…”, he whispered, before pulling back and giving you a look that was pure sin, “In. Now.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. He fumbled with the door handle, and the soft click of the latch opening was the only sound that broke the spell. You scrambled into the backseat with a wicked giggle, the leather cool and inviting beneath your hands and knees. He followed close behind, folding his long limbs into the confined space with a practiced grace that spoke of too many times in this exact situation. The door shut with a heavy thud, plunging you into a deeper darkness, the only illumination the faint, ethereal glow of the dashboard bleeding through from the front.
It was a tight fit, a delicious tangle of limbs and shared heat. He was on you instantly, caging you beneath him on the plush leather. There was no room for anything but him. His knee nudged yours apart, settling between your thighs, the rough denim of his jeans pressing against the already soaked cotton of your panties. You bucked against him, a silent demand for more, more friction, more him.
“Hoseok…”, you whispered before pulling him back down and capturing his lips with yours, immediately messy and desperate.
“You’re so…bad.”, you moaned into his mouth, lightly biting his lower lip. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated want. One of his hands slid up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast through the thin fabric of your tight shirt. He traced the line of your collarbone with his tongue, a hot, wet path that made your toes curl.
“Maybe.”, he breathed, his voice a husky rasp against your throat, “But you love it.”
He shifted, grinding his hips against yours in a slow, deliberate circle that sent a jolt of pleasure straight through you.
“Tell me you don’t.”
You couldn’t. Words failed you, lost in a haze of sensation. All you could do was arch into him, your body answering for you. His hands grew bolder, tracing the curve of your waist, the dip of your hips. He slipped one beneath your top, the calloused pads of his fingers a delicious friction against your smooth skin. The cool metal of the rings on his index and pinky fingers was a stark, thrilling contrast to the warmth of his skin as they brushed against the sensitive skin on your stomach.
You gasped, your back arching off the leather seat as his fingers mapped the terrain of your torso, a slow, reverent exploration. He nipped at your earlobe, his breath hot and ticklish.
“You’re so responsive, baby.”, he murmured, the praise washing over you, making you bolder. Your hands roamed the expanse of his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath his shirt, before sliding down to cup his ass, pulling him flush against you. The hard line of his cock, straining against the confines of his jeans, pressed insistently against your core.
The friction was electric, a delicious pressure that had you panting against his neck. You rolled your hips, meeting his rhythm, a silent, desperate conversation spoken in the language of grinding and heat. His hands tightened on your hips, guiding you, setting a maddeningly slow pace, a teasing preview of what was to come.
X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
J-Hope is at least two inches longer than the average man. It's long enough that he enjoys a little cock worship. Hits all the right spots in you with very little effort. Puts your throat to work during blowjobs. I do think that he’s on the slender side when it comes to girth. He’s a hottie lamottie with a swimmer’s body, he’s gonna be long, but not very wide.
Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)
HIGH. Oh boy… the fact that you can keep up with just how ready he is to have sex at all times… it needs to be studied. I maintain that he is the Original Mr. Seven Days a Week. If his main turn on just involves you looking nice? And he has the stamina to boot?! It’s a wonder y’all even leave the fucking house.
Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn’t fall asleep very easily. With the amount of quickies you have in the middle of the day, there isn’t room to fall asleep. When you are in the comfort of your own home, however, he’s an epic pillow talker. He’s sleepy, that you can tell. But he seems to want to reminisce on everything all at once. You’d been in his arms while he's yapping away in a low voice, caressing your body. You’ve just had a time and a half, so you’re dozing and dozing until you’re gone. He’d still be yapping until he hears the soft snores on his chest. That’s when he’ll laugh and decide it’s time for sleep.
Summary: after Min Yoongi broke her heart and ended their engagement during senior year of college, Jeon Yn made a pact with her best friend Kim Seokjin that they would get married if they were still single at 30. At the end of their twenties, will they keep the promise?
Genres: social media au, s2l, bff2l, idiots to lovers, humor (I hope), fluff, angst (a little)
A/n: please reply or send asks (if you're 18+)!! I really love these characters and have lots of back stories for them so I'd love to chat! Please don't be a silent reader :) likes and reblogs are always appreciated!! ❤
"+" next to a chapter means there a little blurb/drabble at the end that's just a little bonus. Please feel free to send me asks requesting blurbs bc I think they'd be really fun to do with these characters!
summary: seokjin has no intention of getting married, but after facing tremendous pressure from his family to finally settle down, he comes up with the brilliant idea to fake a marriage. the lucky bride just so happens to be you.
a/n: i’m not good at writing summaries but this is inspired by one of my fav kdramas “Marriage, Not Dating,” and if you’ve seen it, you’ll see the similarities. i’ll be posting all links to the updates here. idk how many parts there will be to this tbh.
Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
➬ Ratings | PG-13, +18 / M for Mature; appropriate warnings will be applied on each chapter whenever necessary.
➥ Cross post | AO3 | Wattpad
➥ Author’s Note | Originally commissioned by @rm4lyf ; I have decided to release this one as a drabble series to present the timeline more appropriately and make the storyline work.
➥ Status/Total word count | SERIES COMPLETED / 51,010 words
➥ Main Masterlist | Ko-fi | Commission | Patreon
➬ Chapters
⇢ chapter i. chance encounter
⇢ chapter ii. array
⇢ chapter iii. autumn leaves
⇢ chapter iv. mortals
⇢ chapter v. vivacious
⇢ chapter vi. dying embers
⇢ chapter vii. drowning-1
⇢ chapter viii. drowning-2
⇢ chapter ix. sweet melody-1
⇢ chapter x. sweet melody-2
⇢ chapter xi. coming home-1
⇢ chapter xii. coming home-2
➬ Bonus Chapters
⇢ #001 - morning, sunshine!
⇢ #002 - mistletoe kisses
➥ Reference Image | Cafe Setting | Story Mood
➥ Music Companion (link to playlist) | The LOFT - Glass Walls // Katie - Thinking Bout You // JERO - With you // Code Kunst - O (feat. Lee Hi) // Dxvn. - Drowning // Ja¥en x District - dying ember // Angelicca - Your Only One // GATS & Oh Genius - Lost In You // Adrian Daniel - Nobody
GENRE: Enemies-to-lovers · CEO AU · Slow Burn Romance · Angst · Fluff · Slice of Life · Class Difference · Office Romance
SYNOPSIS:
You are all sunshine in a world built on shadows.
Freshly graduated, armed with nothing but an outdated laptop, a worn résumé, and an irrepressible smile, you land a job as an assistant at one of Seoul’s most elite conglomerates. Rent’s overdue. Your fridge hums empty. And you’re down to instant noodles and borrowed dreams—but you’re determined to make it.
Kim Seokjin is the youngest CEO in the company’s history, and he didn’t get there by being kind. Cold, impossibly handsome, and terrifyingly efficient, he doesn’t have the time—or patience—for interns who smile too much or giggle at nothing. Especially not ones who spill coffee on his 10-million-won suit during their first hour.
To him, you’re naïve. Annoyingly optimistic. An eyesore in a pastel cardigan.
To you, he’s cruel. Soulless. The kind of man who has everything and still acts like he’s missing something.
And yet, the more he tries to break your spirit, the more your light worms its way under his skin.
Because beneath his Gucci shell and cruel smirks lies a man who’s forgotten what warmth feels like.
And behind your bright eyes is a past darker than even he could guess.
What happens when the sun shines too close to ice?
Will he melt?
Or will you burn?
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 Epilogue
Prologue
The morning of your interview started with your heel snapping off as you ran through the crosswalk.
You stumbled but didn’t stop. You couldn’t afford to—literally. This was the fifth interview this month, and the last one you had bus fare for. Your résumé was damp at the corners, and the cardigan clinging to your shoulders was two sizes too big—borrowed from your friend because it was the only thing you owned that looked “office-friendly.”
By the time you reached the lobby of Kim Group’s towering headquarters, your breath was ragged, your shoes ruined, and the clock glared 8:14 AM. Fourteen minutes late.
You whispered an apology to the security guard, bowed three times, and practically flung yourself into the elevator.
That’s when you saw him.
He stood at the back of the lift—tall, poised, elegant in a way you didn’t think was humanly possible. His suit was pressed to perfection, collar sharp, hair pushed back with the kind of ease that said he was born to be admired. He looked like he walked out of a luxury magazine shoot—if models could frown harder than thunderclouds.
Still, he held the door open for you.
“Thank you,” you said with a breathless smile, rain still dripping from your bangs.
No response. He barely looked at you.
Still, your voice came out, soft and friendly. “Big day?”
Nothing.
You tried again, smiling gently. “Are you… here for an interview too?”
That made him look.
Like a slow, measured scan. First at your wrinkled blouse, then your frizzy ponytail, your half-worn shoes and the edge of your résumé folder sticking out from your rain-soaked tote.
His stare made your stomach drop.
“No,” he said finally, his voice smooth but biting. “But you are.”
Ding.
The elevator opened. He walked out.
And just like that, you knew.
That was him.
Kim Seokjin. CEO. The youngest in the conglomerate’s history. Known for firing employees over typos and arriving at board meetings with the elegance of a villain in a noir film.
And now, he was going to interview you.
The interview room smelled like coffee and fear.
He didn’t offer you a seat. Didn’t say hello. Just flipped your résumé open with a flick of his fingers, eyes scanning it silently as you sat down across from him, trying not to shrink.
“You studied psychology,” he said finally.
You nodded. “I majored in psychology but minored in marketing. I’ve been doing freelance design and admin work to—”
“You’re fresh out of university,” he interrupted.
“Yes.”
“No corporate experience.”
“No, but I’ve done freelance project coordination—”
“Freelance doesn’t count.”
You swallowed.
He closed the folder with a thud.
“I don’t understand what made you think you were qualified to work here.”
Your heart thundered in your chest. But you folded your hands in your lap and answered anyway. Gently. Steadily.
“I know I don’t have years of experience. But I have heart. I learn fast, I work hard, and I know how to work with people. I’ve handled clients who didn’t know what they wanted until five minutes before a deadline, and I stayed up all night making sure they got what they needed. I don’t come from much, but I make the most of every opportunity I’m given.”
He leaned back in his chair, unreadable.
“I don’t care about heart,” he said flatly. “This is not the kind of place where soft people survive.”
You hesitated. “Then maybe this company needs one.”
His gaze sharpened.
You panicked. “I… I didn’t mean that to sound rude. I just meant… maybe someone who believes in people could help make things better. Warmer.”
He said nothing.
But you saw the flicker in his expression. Barely there. A pause. As if, for half a second, he didn’t hate that answer.
Still, his tone was ice when he finally spoke. “We don’t hire people who show up late looking like they crawled here from a bus stop.”
You flinched, your smile faltering just slightly. “I know I’m not the ideal candidate, but if you give me one week, just one, I’ll prove I can be. Please.”
He stared at you for a long, painful second. His fingers tapped the table.
Then he stood.
“You have five business days. One mistake, and you’re gone. Don’t come here thinking you’ll change anything. This place doesn’t bend for anyone.”
You stood too, bowing deeply. “Thank you, sir. You won’t regret this.”
He didn’t answer. He was already turning away.
You didn’t cry in the elevator.
Not until you got outside, the cold wind rushing past you like it wanted to push you down. You sniffled quietly at the bus stop, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your soaked cardigan.
Still… you smiled.
It was a sad smile. But a real one.
Because even though Kim Seokjin had looked at you like you were a stain on his schedule…
He gave you five days.
And sometimes, that’s all you need.
“It’s okay,” you whispered to yourself, hugging your bag tighter. “It’s just a challenge.”
You can thank @captain-faramir for my newfound obsession over Mr. Worldwide Handsome. (Kookie plz don’t be mad at me your hyung is hot as hell🙏). I couldn’t find a “sexy” song for Jin, he does so many soulful, sweet ballads. He’s not that sweet in the bedroom but we’ll get to that in a bit… So alas I went with BTS classic.
Also bear with me in W - Wild Card, it’s me testing my fic capabilities. Formatting, content, and all. I hope you enjoy!
18+ MDNI!! Shoo!!
[Masterlist]
Kim Seokjin
A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
This man is AT YOUR SERVICE. You need water or a calming tea; consider it done. Washcloth? Already in hand. Don’t need anything extra, just your man’s cuddles? Say less. Whatever you need (or whatever he thinks you need), Jin will provide expeditiously.
B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
As WWH once said, “My Handsome Face”. His face is his money maker, and he knows that. Lol, he knows that that face of his is probably how he got you through the door. And he thanks the gods, everyday for his blessings.
As for what he loves about you, it’s your back. He’ll love and worship everything about you, but the small of your back is his comfort zone. He caresses you by the small of your back when he hugs you and kisses you. Guides you by it when walking in public. When things get heated, he wraps his arms around your back tight, like you’ll vanish if he doesn’t. Feeling your back arch under his touch is the best feeling in the world.
C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Jin does not like to make a mess. Kim Seokjin is as neat as possible with his cum. Perfectly wrapped in a neat disposable condom. Or if you forgo the condom (tbh that’s what he prefers), nice and snug inside you. He would enjoy licking your essence off his face like he just dove into a place of spaghetti.
D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He’d never admit this, but he’s super jealous ALL THE TIME. He won’t show it very often, but if you pay really close attention, you’ll notice. He loves putting you on a pedestal, but also doesn’t want anyone to look at you.
His secret vice to fuel this paradox? He buys you clothes. He actually enjoys shopping with you and dressing you up like his own little Barbie doll. Especially for red carpet events. You’ll never be disappointed with your outfits, he’ll of course always take your tastes into mind. But he gets a thrill from seeing you in an outfit he chose. Everyone gets to look, but no one gets to touch but him. His outfits are his signature.
E - Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Fair amount over the years, but he’s no casanova. He’s the type that attaches sexual attraction to romantic attraction. He’s really gonna love you to some degree to have sex with you. And love (full of it as he is) isn’t something he’s just throwing around for just anyone
F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary or some variation of missionary (and trust me, there are many, I looked it up!). He likes to look into your eyes and be as close to you as possible. Right up on your face, buried in your neck. He lives for hiking your legs up further so he can really get deep inside you.
G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Depends on which version of Jin you’re getting at the moment. He could be a silly, goofy tickle monster that loves to hear your laugh. Or you can get super serious, hyper-focused Jin, who has no time for games. No games no carnival, ya dig? The only sounds he wants to hear are those sweet moans he loves and his name (maybe a “Yes, sir.” If he’s feeling extra brat tamey) and nothing else.
H - Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Jin is c l e a n. He likes things perfectly smooth down there. His upkeep is impeccable. Especially, since he has so much to work with (see X-ray👀).
I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
You will never feel more loved than you do when you’re with Jin. Seokjin will give you everything he has, body, mind, and soul. Cue My All by Mariah Carey. If he has time (and you don’t jump his bones right there), he really likes to set the mood. Some nice music, a little vino or champagne. And if you don’t have time for the works, he’ll make sure you know just how much he cares for you in every. single. thrust.
J - Jack off (maturbation headcanon)
He’ll get himself off every now and then if he doesn’t have a choice, but would much rather cum inside his partner than his hand.
K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Jin is about as vanilla as they come. He doesn't want to hurt or disrespect you... even if you ask nicely. He has dominant tendencies, but goddamnit, he's such a swell guy. The kinkiest I can see him getting is mutual masturbation. He'd love to see you touching yourself for him. Lose control at the promise of your fingers being replaced with his. The desperation on your face as you try to match his sexual prowess when you and he both know it isn't the same. It isn't enough. He'll hold himself back until he can cum inside of you, but for him, it'll be a sight to behold.
That's as kinky as you'll get with Kim Seokjin.
L - Location (favorite places to do the do)
Home. The furthest he’ll dip into exhibitionism would be the car (while in the garage, no less), but that’s about it. He’d much rather wait to get you home and ravage the fuck out of you. And that’s not to say that you two haven’t defiled so many surfaces in that house. The couch, the dining room table, the end table in the hallways, THE KITCHEN. The number of times a stolen kiss in front of the stove turned into full-on fucking on the island counter.
M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Say it with me, everyone: BRAT TAMER JIN. BRAT TAMER JIN. BRAT TAMER JIN. He can be a silly, goofy boy most of the time. But when Seokjin takes over, that’s when you strike. Push him over the edge once and for all. This could come in the form of teasing him during moments when there isn’t a damn thing he can do about it at the moment. He isn’t one for PDA, not abjectly against, but he won’t do more than maybe holding your fucking hand in public. If you just take that a bit further, little kisses, little gropes, you’ll get the “We’ll talk about this at home” look. You are DONE FOR.
N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Exhibitionism is a no for him, dawg. The MOST he’ll concede to is maybe car sex, but that is a very special occasion. Like a “you’ve been pushing my buttons all damn day and I can’t take anymore” occasion. But other than that, he’ll box it down until you both get home. He doesn’t care much for BDSM either. He has dominant tendencies, but he’s not up for disrespecting you or your body.
O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Jin is a 50/50 when it comes to oral.
When he’s down on you, he’s there to make you crazy. The combination of his tongue and long fingers will have you writhing, moaning his name, and grabbing a fistful of his hair. Which will only further drive him to push you to your limits. The sensations of your pussy, the heat, the smell, the taste, it’s like home. He knows how to work you inside and out.
Going down on Jin, you’ll have him wrapped around your pinky finger (more than he already is). You’ll get a front you seat (on your knees lol) to whiny Jin. I’ll elaborate more later, but he gets a bit loud. The sight of his cock bobbing back and forth in your mouth unlocks a pliant, desperate man. You will elicit a whine or two, especially if he’s about to cum. It’s a glorious fucking sound btw…
P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Again, it really depends on which Jin you’re with at the moment. There are times when he’s giving slow, deep, and even thrusts. Really taking his time with you. Romantic. Then there’s pent-up Seokjin that really gives it to you. That side of him is fast, not quick, so that it’s over, but he is really chasing a high.
Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
The quickie is very much the exception to your day-to-day. It's not something he prefers, no. He'd much rather have you writhing in his arms and moaning his name to high holy heaven all damn night long. However, if you've been especially bratty, pushing buttons you shouldn't have been pushing? You'll reap what you fucking sow.
R - Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
You have a very reliable man in Kim Seokjin. There aren’t too many risks he’d want to take. At most, he’d try a different position or be spontaneously in a different part of the house. Nothing that would be out of his comfort zone, though. Nothing in his No’s, of course.
S - Stamina
He’s a runner, he’s a track star! There was that one episode of Run Jin where he ran a 50% incline on a treadmill for almost as long as an MMA fighter. Not to mention the man’s got gams!! He may fake like he’s an old man, but he’s got stamina for days. He will not rest until you are completely and utterly satisfied and more. Even if it takes all night long.
T - Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Not very interested in toys. For himself or to use on you. You can try it, but honestly, you’ll be met with confusion first (he’s pretty, but he’s not bright, let’s be honest). Then, it’d probably be sad puppy dog eyes asking why he isn’t enough. No toys are better for you two.
U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)
Jin is 65% tease and 35% action. He can tease and play with you till you’re blue in the face. Especially if he’s in brat-taming mode, it’s your punishment for riling him up. He enjoys getting you desperate for him. That want and waiting will pay off in dividends once you finally release.
V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Semi-loud in while in the thick of it. Becomes whinier the closer he is to cumming. It’s a glorious fucking sound. God forbid you have thin walls, because his groans could potentially be heard on the other side. His bougie ass doesn’t have thin walls at his place, I’m willing to bet. But no doubt neighbor Namjoon came to visit and before he could knock on the door heard one of his hyung’s whines and noped the fuck out. Sorry, RM hahahaha.
W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
***Jagiya=Honey or Darling
The kitchen was filled with the aroma of a home-cooked meal, and the clinking of utensils against pots and pans created a rhythmic backdrop. Jin, ever in his element, moved with quiet confidence—each slice of his knife clean, each motion deliberate. You watched from across the counter, the golden light from above catching in his hair and tracing the curve of his jaw.
When he glanced up, just briefly, your eyes met. It wasn’t a long look, but it lingered enough to make your breath catch. He smirked faintly, as if he’d caught you staring—and maybe he had. His hand stilled on the cutting board, resting casually, yet you could sense the change in the air: heavier, slower, humming with unspoken awareness. He turned back to the stove, but the spell didn’t break. His voice was low when he spoke again, the easy warmth in his tone now threaded with something softer, rugged.
“You could help, you know.”, he said without looking at you.
“And what would you have me do? Hm?”, you purred, now standing and stepping closer from your place across the counter, “You’re so fast when you cook, there’s nothing left.”
He chuckled, his little laugh a low rumble as he turned his attention toward you, subtly closing the distance.
“You could be my taste tester?”, he offered, pushing a stray hair out of your face and caressing your cheek before his hand rested on your shoulder.
“Hmm.”, your lips quirked into a mischievous grin. You lean over to the pot on the stove, brushing past Jin’s strong arm and reaching for the idle spoon on the spoon rest. Dipping the spoon into his simmering broth, you taste with a gratuitous hum.
“Well?”, he asked, an eyebrow raised in inquiry.
“Mmhmm.”, you nodded, playing him along.
You snaked your arms around his neck, capturing his lips with yours. The kiss was deep, hungry, the prickle of his spicy broth dancing between your intertwining tongues. His hands found your waist, pulling you against him, his large hand settling on the small of your back, keeping you in place. The spoon you had clattered softly back onto the counter as his grip tightened just enough to make your heart skip. The warmth of the stove seemed cool compared to the heat rolling off his body. You could feel his breath brush your cheek — unsteady now, heavier — before his mouth found yours again, hungrier this time, as if the first kiss had only made him realize how much he wanted another. He kissed you like he cooked— precise, intentional — but there was nothing measured about the way his fingers flexed against your back, or the faint sound that caught in his throat when you tilted your head and deepened the kiss. The scent of simmering spices swirled between you, sweet and sharp, grounding and dizzying all at once.
When he finally broke away, he didn’t move far. His lips hovered just above yours.
“Jagiya…”, he murmured with a smirk, lips close enough that you could feel the word he whispered.
“Jinnie.”, you teased, your nails combing through the nape of his neck.
“I’m making dinner.”
“I know…I’m helping…”, your lips found his again, teasing but demanding. Your teeth grazed his bottom lip, earning a breathy moan from the man.
“Taste’s good.”, you muttered against his lips, your hands roaming his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath his t-shirt.
Jin’s hands tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you again, full of passion and desperation. He tugged at your tank top until he could lift it over your head and toss it aside, the interruption brief before attacking your lips again. You pulled him down by his neck, leading him until your back hit the counter. Jin, without breaking the kiss, lifted you by your thighs and placed you delicately on the marble counter. You wrapped your legs around him, his hard length grinding against your most sensitive spot. His hands were urgent, exploring every inch of your body with a hunger that left you breathless. Finally ridding him of his shirt, you raked your nails through every curve of muscle you could feel before gripping his shoulders for dear life. Jin broke the heated kiss momentarily, making you whine.
“Wait.”, he leaned way over to switch off the burners.
The flames vanished with a soft click, leaving only the low hum of the refrigerator and the sound of both your uneven breaths. Jin’s eyes, dark with desire, met yours as he reached for the band of your sweats, his fingers deft and sure. You lifted your hips, helping him slide the soft pants down your legs, your exposed skin tingling with anticipation. He threw your sweats to the side, his hands immediately finding your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter. His lips traveled down to the sweet spot on your neck, ravenous and needy. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against you, and you ground against him, seeking friction, needing more. Jin’s hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples through the fabric of your bra. You moaned into his body, arching into his touch.
Jin’s lips trailed lower, his tongue tracing a path down your collarbone, your sternum, until he reached the waistband of your underwear. He hooked his fingers into the fabric, slowly pulling them down, his eyes never leaving yours. You lifted your hips to help him, your breath hitching as the cool air hit your most intimate place. Jin knelt before you, his hands gripping your thighs as he spread you open, exposing you to his wanting gaze
“Dinner can wait… I want to taste you now.”
X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Now hold on, hold on, HOLD ON.
Jin’s “Big” Scandal has been brought to my attention by a friend recently. If it’s new to you, like it was new to me, let me explain. Basically, in the background of one of his lives, in the earlier days of his career, there was a bright yellow box of condoms in view. The condoms in question were KING SIZE👁️👁️. I did some research on the brand (Pasante King Size), and its dimensions are 205mm long and 60mm wide. SO, if the condoms are a good fit, Kim Seokjin is allegedly in the ballpark of✨8.07 inches long and 2.36 inches wide✨. A long boy, not necessarily a wide boy.
I submit this picture as proof of my hypothesis. Zoom at your leisure. Thank you and good night🙂↕️.
Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)
This man yearns. He loves and adores with every fiber in his being. Good nine times out of ten, he isn't just having sex with you, he's making love. That 1/10 is reserved for brat tamer Jin to take over, and all hell to break loose🥴. And he loves to love you every chance he gets, more than he'd actually let on. At the end of the day, Kim Seokjin is an animal, a needy and loving animal.
Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It'll be a while before he falls asleep. He's bouncing with energy, even after you both have finished. Before he settles down to relax with you, he'll want to make sure that you have everything you need. Refer to Aftercare for more info. All in all, it'll be a while before he sleeps; he's just so happy to have had this experience with you.
after attending a bts concert and very clearly catching one of the members’ attention, you can’t help but get flooded with hate comments once people find your twitter account. who would’ve thought that would be the reason jung hoseok would find his concert girl, too.
pairing: jung hoseok x army!reader
genre: social media au, fluff, crack, angst
status: completed
updates: wednesdays and saturdays between 5 and 6pm est!
keys:
✏️ written part
✒️ drabble after the texts
tag list: CLOSED
a/n: hello! this is my first time ever doing this so i’m sorry if it’s shitty 🤧 but i got this idea and i really like it, so i hope you do too and please let me know what you think! 💞
🌻 part one - profiles
🌻 part two - noticed by The Mans
🌻 part three - mang headband girl
🌻 part four - i’m slapping you
🌻 part five - i knew it wasn’t me
🌻 part six - nooo don’t fight
🌻 part seven - notice me again senpai
🌻 part eight - rumor has it
🌻 part nine - y/n’s your girl
🌻 part ten - @ [redacted]
🌻 part eleven - we lost him pt.2
🌻 part twelve - whipped
🌻 part thirteen - anyway… selfie? 🥺
🌻 part fourteen - let’s go out tonight
🌻 part fifteen ✏️ - mint choco
🌻 part sixteen - we?
🌻 part seventeen ✒️ - i’m staying here
🌻 part eighteen - packing ✈️
🌻 part nineteen - the L word
🌻 part twenty - sad and turned on
↳ bonus - i don’t take it back
🌻 part twenty one ✏️ - enamoured
🌻 part twenty two - j-hope can’t stop us
🌻 part twenty three - rip mang 😔💔
🌻 part twenty four - you can trust him
🌻 part twenty five - broken friendships
🌻 part twenty six ✒️ - oxygen? idk her
🌻 part twenty seven - whiny thinkerbell
🌻 part twenty eight - guess what
🌻 part twenty nine ✒️ - i want a divorce
🌻 part thirty - soulmate senses
🌻 part thirty one - wish you were here
🌻 part thirty two - i miss you
🌻 part thirty three - hobi and y/n
🌻 part thirty four - leave her out of this
🌻 part thirty five - the kpop guy
↳ bonus - who’s [redacted] :(
🌻 part thirty six - block her number
🌻 part thirty seven - another lawsuit
🌻 part thirty eight - gotta go kill a snake
🌻 part thirty nine ✏️ - you and i
🌻 part forty - no more @hobisyn
🌻 part forty one ✒️ - priceless
🌻 part forty two - i’ll let him live
🌻 part forty three - one year
🌻 epilogue ✒️ - yes
more bonus parts because why not:
🌻 bonus one ✏️ - better namjoon-ie than that hasung guy
one year to prove you can fend for yourself. one year to keep your parents from making the most important life decision for you. one year to still carry the perfect life for the media whilst carrying a simpler one for yourself...
and way less than one year for you to realise you belong in the latter, with that cynical new roommate of yours.
pairing: artist!kim taehyung x heiress!reader
genre: fluff, angst, humor, social media au, enemies to lovers, roommates au, arranged marriage au, non-idol au
status: completed
schedule: whenever i have time to because uni is taking up most of it lol. i will announce an update is coming beforehand though!
keys:
🖋: written part/drabble
playlist
a/n: she’s here! i really hope you guys enjoy this au because i already am attached to it lol. and yes, i am A Sucker for artist taehyung, don’t even @ me. introductions coming soon! let me know your thoughts!
if you want to be added to the tag list, please send me an ask.
GENRE: Fluff, smut, angst. Non idol AU. College AU. Best friends to lovers. Slice of life.
WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe!), so much fluff you might pass out
WORD COUNT: 18.3k
DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.
You’re six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.
Your first year of elementary school is almost over—there’s only two months left until summer break, and you’ve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.
That’s also why it strikes you as odd that there’s a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and he’s cute in the way that all kids are cute—with rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.
After a brief introduction of Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesn’t really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.
You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacher’s voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.
At recess, you’re playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. You’re giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.
