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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.”
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: Jung Hoseok (J-Hope) x Reader
Genre: Romance, Smut, Idol AU, Fanfiction
Rating: Explicit (18+), contains mature themes, sexual content, and strong language
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, possessive behavior, light dom/sub dynamics, mentions of alcohol, obsessive thoughts, and public teasing. Proceed with caution.
Summary: A flirty dance cover of BTS’s Dynamite with a cheeky “diamond necklace” innuendo blows up, catching the eye of J-Hope himself. What starts as spicy DMs with a mysterious stranger spirals into a steamy, obsessive night in Seoul that leaves you marked—literally and figuratively.
Word Count: ~3.5k
The bass of Sweet Dreams pulsed through your cramped apartment, your phone balanced on a precarious stack of novels. You’d spent weeks perfecting this dance cover—every hip pop, every smirk, every flick of your wrist dialed to precision. Your cropped hoodie rode up with each sway, flashing a glimpse of skin, while your leggings hugged every curve. As the final note hit, you struck a pose: lip bitten, eyes smoldering, a playful wink thrown at the camera.
You collapsed onto the couch, breathless, and grabbed your phone for the outro. “Alright, Army, I’m wrecked,” you laughed, sweeping damp bangs from your face. “But real talk? I’d sell my soul for a diamond necklace from J-Hope. Too much to ask?” Your smirk lingered, the innuendo dripping for the fans who’d get it. You hit post without a second thought.
The “diamond necklace” line was a nod to Army Twitter’s filthier corners, where fans traded sly jokes about Hoseok’s charm. J-Hope was your bias—his radiant energy, fluid dance moves, and that killer smirk were your undoing. You didn’t expect the reel to do more than your usual few thousand likes.
By morning, it was at two million views.
Your notifications were a warzone:
“Y/N, YOU WILD FOR THIS 😭”
“DIAMOND NECKLACE? GIRL, I’M DEAD 💀”
“Living our Hobi thirst dreams, we stan 😍”
Fan edits poured in—slow-mo clips of your hips rolling to Daydream, your hair flip synced to Ego. Brands slid into your DMs, but so did the weirdos. As a small-time Instagram influencer known for K-pop covers and flirty vlogs, this was your brand: bold, teasing, a little dirty. Just another day.
Until it wasn’t.
In a dimly lit Paris hotel room, Jung Hoseok sprawled across a king-sized bed, phone glowing against the dark. He’d been following you for months on a burner Instagram account—@random7digits, no pic, no trace. Not even his members knew.
It started with a fan edit of you slaying his Chicken Noodle Soup choreo, your sensual precision making his pulse spike. He’d binged your profile: dance covers, thirst traps, Q&As where you answered with a wink. You were magnetic, and he was addicted.
Then came the “diamond necklace” reel.
Hoseok watched it on loop, your sultry moves and that bold line—“a diamond necklace from J-Hope”—hitting like a shot of adrenaline. The innuendo was filthy, and it stirred something possessive. He knew you were teasing the fandom, but it felt personal, like a dare meant for him.
“She’s trouble,” he muttered, smirking. “And I want it.”
His thumb hovered over your DMs. From his burner, he typed:
Careful, princess. Wishing for diamonds like that might get you in trouble.
He hit send, heart racing, already hooked on the game.
You woke to a DM that stopped you cold:
Careful, princess. Wishing for diamonds like that might get you in trouble.
The account was a blank—random numbers, no face. Probably a troll, but the cocky tone sent a thrill down your spine. You bit your lip, typing:
Trouble? My favorite kind. You offering diamonds or just talk?
His reply was instant:
More than diamonds, princess. But you gotta earn ‘em.
Your stomach flipped. This guy had game. Over the next week, the DMs became your fix—each message bolder, hotter, laced with tension. He matched your flirtation with a mix of charm and edge, keeping you glued to your phone.
That dance today… you know what you’re doing. Teasing like that’s gonna get you in deep.
You upped the ante, posting a story for him: a slow-motion Ego cover, your body rolling in a tight tank top, sweat gleaming on your collarbone. Caption: Deep? Only if you can keep up.
His response was a video: no face, just a lean, toned torso in grey sweats, moving to Mic Drop with lethal precision. His abs flexed, hands—long fingers, veins popping—tugging his waistband low, revealing a V-line that made you choke.
Keep up with this, princess.
You rewatched it, thighs pressed together, heat pooling. You sent a photo: you in a lacy bralette, leaning forward to flaunt cleavage, lips parted. Your move, mystery man.
The escalation was relentless. His voice notes(using voice changer)—low, husky—were pure sin. “You keep sending shit like that, I’m gonna lose it,” he growled, the words sinking into you. You fired back a breathy note: “Good. I want you wrecked.”
One night, after a Butter cover where your hips swayed and fingers traced your neck, he snapped:
You’re begging for it, aren’t you? Touching yourself like that, knowing I’m watching.
He wasn’t wrong—you’d been thinking of him, this faceless stranger who had you unraveling. You typed, reckless:
Maybe I am. Gonna do something about it?
His reply was a photo: his hand gripping a whiskey glass, knuckles tense, a silver ring glinting. Keep pushing. I’ll give you everything you’re asking for.
You pushed harder—a shower clip, steam blurring the glass, your silhouette teasing as water slid down your shoulders. Oops. Slipped.
His response was feral: You’re fucking killing me. That body… I’m gonna ruin you.
The game was addictive, each message a spark setting you both on fire. You didn’t know his name, but he was under your skin.
Ten days in, he dropped a bomb:
Meet me. Seoul. This weekend. Lotte Hotel penthouse. No questions, just us. Say yes.
Your heart slammed against your ribs. Meeting a stranger who’d been driving you wild? Insane. But the promise of that penthouse, the mystery, the way his words made you ache—it was too much to resist.
You typed, fingers trembling:
You’re nuts. Rules: safe word, no sketchy shit, and you better be as hot as you sound.
His reply:
Safe word’s ‘sunshine.’ I’ll take care of you, princess. You won’t regret it.
You spent the next days in a frenzy, packing, texting your best friend (“If I die in Seoul, avenge me”), and boarding a flight. The uncertainty only fueled your want.
The Lotte Hotel was a glittering maze of marble and gold. The penthouse was obscene—black marble floors, silk-draped bed, a bottle of champagne chilling in ice. The air was heavy, intoxicating.
You stepped inside, heels clicking. “Hello?” Your voice wavered. No answer. Your pulse raced as you set your bag down, nerves and anticipation colliding.
You poured champagne, the bubbles sharp on your tongue. Then you felt it—a shift in the air, a presence behind you. You turned.
He stood in the shadows, black cap low, fitted shirt clinging to a lean frame, dark jeans slung low. He moved like a predator, all controlled power. Then he lifted his cap.
Jung Hoseok. J-Hope. Your bias.
Your glass almost shattered on the floor.
“Oh my God,” you whispered, legs buckling. “You’re… him.”
He smirked, closing the distance, eyes dark and possessive. “Still want that diamond necklace, princess?” His voice was velvet, laced with sin, sending heat to your core.
You couldn’t speak, brain short-circuiting. Hoseok—Hoseok—was real, devastatingly hot, his gaze promising everything.
“I…” You swallowed. “Yes.”
His smirk deepened, predatory yet soft. “Good girl.”
Hoseok stepped into your space, his cologne—musky, spiced—flooding your senses. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb dragging across your lip with deliberate slowness.
“Been dreaming about you,” he murmured, lips close. “Every night, watching you tease me. You’ve got no idea what you do.”
Your breath hitched, hands gripping his shirt, feeling muscle beneath. His kiss was filthy—tongue sweeping, teeth nipping, all hunger. You moaned, melting into him as he backed you against the wall, the cool surface a shock against your heated skin.
His hands gripped your hips, pressing himself against you. You gasped—he was hard, straining against his jeans.
“Feel that?” he growled, grinding slowly. “All for you.”
He lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bed. He pinned your wrists, his other hand yanking your dress up to reveal soaked lace panties.
“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes raking over you. “Dripping already.”
He tore the lace, the rip loud. His mouth was on you—hot, relentless, tongue swirling over your clit, then plunging inside. You screamed, hips bucking, but he pinned your thighs, devouring you like a man starved.
“Hoseok—fuck,” you gasped, trembling. His fingers joined, curling deep, hitting your G-spot with precision.
“Taste so good,” he rasped, lips glistening. “Could do this all night.”
He edged you, pulling back as you neared the peak, leaving you whimpering. “Please,” you begged, tears pricking.
“Not yet,” he said, licking his lips. “You cum with me inside.”
He stripped, revealing lean abs, sweat-slick skin. His jeans dropped, and you stared—he was thick, veined, glistening. He climbed over you, kissing you, letting you taste yourself.
“Ready?” he whispered, softer now, checking in.
“Yes,” you breathed, arching into him.
He pushed in, slow and deep, the stretch intense. He paused, forehead against yours, breath ragged. “So tight,” he groaned. “Perfect.”
His thrusts were powerful, each one hitting deep, his hips angled to strike your G-spot. The bed creaked, headboard slamming as he drove into you. His dirty talk was relentless:
“Wanted my cum, didn’t you? Begging for it in front of whole world.” he growled, biting your neck. “Gonna mark you, make you mine.”
His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles. You screamed, the edge nearing. He denied you once more, stopping as you trembled, leaving you a sobbing mess.
“Please, Hoseok,” you cried. “Need it.”
“Okay, princess,” he murmured. “Cum for me.”
His thrusts deepened, fingers relentless. Your orgasm crashed, vision whiting out, body convulsing as you screamed his name. He fucked you through it, thrusts erratic, then pulled out, spilling across your chest and neck, marking you in thick, warm ropes.
“Mine,” he whispered, smearing his release across your collarbone, sealing the claim.
Hoseok collapsed beside you, both of you slick with sweat. He pulled you close, lips soft on your forehead, your cheeks.
“You okay?” he murmured, brushing hair from your face.
“Better than okay,” you whispered, dazed.
He smiled—bright, sunny, your heart stuttering. He cleaned you gently with a warm towel, then pulled a velvet box from the nightstand. A diamond necklace—delicate, sparkling—clicked around your neck, his lips brushing the clasp.
“Next time you want something,” he said, low, “you come to me.”
You laughed, still reeling. “Think I just did.”
He grinned, tucking you into his arms. You fell asleep, the necklace a cool weight against your skin.
You woke alone, panic flaring until you saw the note:
Flight to catch. Keep the necklace. Call me when you want more. - H
A Polaroid showed Hoseok, shirtless, smirking, holding a card: Mine.
Your phone buzzed—a text from his official Instagram:
Liked your necklace, baby. Ready for round two?
You grinned, typing: Only if you bring a matching bracelet.
Days later, you filmed a Blood Sweat & Tears cover, the diamond necklace glinting, hickeys blooming across your collarbone. Your hips rolled, fingers tracing the marks, a smirk for the camera.
The reel went viral. Army lost it:
“Y/N, THOSE HICKEYS?? SPILL 😳”
“DIAMOND NECKLACE AND LOVE BITES? QUEEN SHIT”
“Isn't this J-HOPE coded?? I’M UNWELL”
Twitter exploded with edits—zooms of your marked skin set to Euphoria. Theories flew: “Y/N’s mystery man is an idol, bet it’s Hobi.”
A DM from Hoseok’s official account: a screenshot of a tweet: Y/N’s hickeys + necklace = J-HOPE CLAIMED HER, I’M SCREAMING.
His message:
Showing off my work, princess. Wear those marks like a crown.
You typed back, grinning:
Just giving the people what they want. More next time?
His reply:
Count on it. Bracelet’s ready. So’s round two.
You touched the necklace, the hickeys tingling. The world could guess, but only you knew—and the promise of more burned bright.
A/n: Okay so my 2AM thoughts are getting wild I guess. But seriously all I need is diamond necklace from J-Hope. Is it too much to ask? 🤭
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Pairing: Husband!Kim Taehyung x Wife!Reader
Genre: Arranged Marriage AU, Fluff, Smut, Slow-Burn, Domestic Sweetness, First-Time intimacy, Established Relationship
Word Count: ~4.6k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dry humping, oral (f. receiving), protected sex, first-time intimacy, soft-dom Taehyung, size kink, clothing kink, marking, praise, aftercare, tooth rotting fluff.
Summary: 18+ | Minors DNI
[MASTERLIST]
The wedding had been beautiful.
Too beautiful.
White roses lined the aisle like a dream you weren’t sure belonged to you. Silk dresses, soft music, champagne that sparkled under chandelier lights, the kind of luxury you only ever saw in magazines. Everyone had smiled and whispered that the two of you looked perfect together, their voices sugary sweet.
You’d smiled too. But your palms were sweating inside Taehyung’s warm, steady grip.
Arranged marriages weren’t supposed to feel like this.
Not like a fairytale.
Not like falling into something soft and terrifying all at once.
But Taehyung leaned in that day, his breath brushing your cheek, eyes wide and earnest like he was promising you the world.
“I won’t ever touch you until you ask me to. Until you want it.” he murmured, voice low enough for only you. “I promise.”
Your breath caught.
You’d managed a tiny nod. A whispered “okay” that came out more like a sob.
And two months later… that promise still stood. A quiet barrier between you—warm, gentle… maddening.
He kept it in the sweetest, most devastating ways.
Every morning he kissed your forehead before leaving for work, a soft “Morning, sweetheart,” whispered against your skin, leaving you blinking up at him like a flustered fool.
He back-hugged you while you brushed your teeth, chin heavy on your head, humming half-asleep into your hair. “Mm… you smell nice,” he’d mumble, not even realizing he was killing you slowly.
He carried all the grocery bags with one hand, veins bulging, T-shirt stretching over his shoulders.
You’d stare.
He’d catch you staring.
And instead of teasing, he’d just smile. “You okay, baby?”
He let you fall asleep on his chest during movie nights, fingers absent-mindedly threading through your hair until you were drooling on his hoodie. “You’re so cute when you sleep,” he’d whisper, brushing your bangs back.
And every night, every single night, he’d pull you close under the covers, strong arms locking around your waist, body warm behind yours — and whisper into your neck, “Goodnight, wifey.”
You were drowning in him. Completely, helplessly drowning.
And he didn’t even know.
Because lately… your body had started betraying you.
The way he smelled when he came home, it made heat curl low in your belly. His deep voice when he said “baby or sweetheart or wifey” made you choke on your own air. The way his T-shirt clung to his back after a workout left your pulse hammering in places you didn’t admit.
You wanted him. God, you wanted him so badly.
But you were shy. Painfully, frustratingly shy.
So you did the only logical thing your shy, horny, newlywed brain could produce. You stole his clothes.
At first it was innocent.
An oversized white button-up you found in the laundry basket. You wore it while making tea, sleeves brushing your thighs, and felt… safe.
Wrapped in him.
Then it was one of his gray hoodies — so big it almost reached your knees. You curled up on the couch, tugging the sleeves over your hands, whispering into the collar, “Ugh… why do you smell so good?”
Then came the black crewneck. The one you knew he loved. The one that still smelled like his cologne even after washing.
You wore it while working on your laptop, fingers brushing the fabric whenever you missed him, which was embarrassingly often.
You wore them when he wasn’t home.
Always when he wasn’t home.
Curled on the couch… On the bed… Sometimes standing in front of the mirror, pretending his arms were wrapped around your waist instead of fabric and imagination.
It was ridiculous. It was addictive. It was comfort. It was want.
And today… today you’d gone too far.
You finished your remote work early, shut your laptop with a satisfied sigh, and padded to the bathroom. A hot shower sounded like heaven, steam curling around you, loosening your muscles, making you feel warm and soft and reckless.
You stepped out wrapped in a towel, droplets sliding down your skin, hair dripping over your shoulders. You padded into the bedroom, humming under your breath, still flushed from the heat.
Your eyes landed on his shirt.
Not just any shirt, the oversized black one he always wore on lazy Sundays. Soft, worn-out cotton. Smelled like him even from across the room.
You stared at it.
Then at the towel barely staying on your body.
Then back at the shirt.
Your pulse stuttered.
“…Screw it,” you whispered.
The towel dropped to the floor.
You slipped the shirt on.
The sleeves swallowed your arms completely, the hem brushing mid-thigh. One shoulder slid down no matter how many times you tugged it up.
You looked tiny. Drowned. His.
It felt like he was wrapping himself around you.
You caught your reflection in the mirror, flushed cheeks, wet hair, bare legs peeking out beneath his shirt... and your breath hitched.
You held it against your chest, whispering to no one, “…Is it bad if I love this more than my clothes?”
You whispered, breath shaky. “Tae… what are you doing to me?”
You twirled in front of the mirror like a happy idiot, lifting your arms so the loose fabric floated around you. Then you hugged yourself tight, burying your face in the collar, breathing him in.
“Ugh... Why does this feel better than my own clothes?” you groaned into the fabric. “God… he’d laugh at me so hard if he saw me doing this.”
You were too busy cuddling his shirt to notice anything else.
Not the front door unlocking. Not his footsteps in the hall. Not the soft crinkle of the bouquet he’d brought to surprise you.
You only heard the quiet creak of the bedroom door.
And then, “Oh... My... God...”
The flowers slipped from his hand and hit the carpet.
You spun around so fast you almost tripped.
Taehyung stood in the doorway, completely stunned. Still in his work clothes —white button-up rolled up his arms, slacks hugging his thighs, hair a little messy like he’d rushed home.
His eyes dragged down your body slowly.
Too slowly. Taking in the sight.
His shirt. Your bare legs. Your flushed cheeks.
“Taehyung—!” you squeaked, trying to cover yourself even though his shirt already hung past mid-thigh. “You… you’re early!”
He didn’t answer. For a moment he didn’t even breathe.
Then he shut the door behind him, leaning against it, arms crossing over his chest. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips.
“…Having fun without me?”
Your soul left your body.
“I... I was just...” you stammered, voice going embarrassingly high. “I thought it would be… fun? Maybe? A little? I just... I don’t know!”
He pushed off the door, walking toward you with lazy, confident steps like a man who already owned the room and your heartbeat.
“Fun,” he repeated, voice dropping into that deep honey tone that always made your knees weak. “Baby… you’re wearing my shirt, looking like that… and you call it fun?”
You swallowed hard. “I didn’t think you’d see me…”
He stopped inches away, towering over you, and slid both hands around your waist, fingers splaying possessively over the fabric of his own shirt on your body. His breath was warm against your neck as he leaned in.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You can have my whole closet if this is how you look in my clothes.”
His thumb lifted your chin, forcing your shy gaze to meet his dark one.
“Have you tried on my shirts before?” he asked softly.
You froze. Then nodded slowly.
“Yeah?” he breathed, eyes darkening instantly. “How many times?”
“I... I don’t know,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “A few. Maybe more.”
Taehyung let out a low, hungry sound that made your stomach flip.
“You should’ve told me, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips. “I would’ve helped you undress… and helped you try every single one… slow and careful.”
A tiny whimper escaped your throat.
He smiled, loving it.
With gentle pressure on your waist, he walked you backward step by step until the back of your knees hit the mattress. His body stayed close, heat radiating through the shirt you stole.
He ran his hand down your thigh, stopping at the hem of the shirt. His fingers brushed your bare skin, making you gasp.
“My shy little thief,” he murmured, kissing your cheek, then your jaw. “Stealing my clothes… stealing my scent… stealing my sanity... stealing my self-control…”
You trembled in his hands.
“And you know the worst part?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “I don’t want any of it back.”
You were shaking in his arms, cheeks burning hot, voice barely above a whisper. “I like how you smell…” you admitted, burying your face against his chest. “It… it makes me feel close to you.”
Taehyung froze. His breath hitched, like your words had punched the air out of his lungs. For a single heartbeat, he didn’t move.
Then he kissed you.
Hard. Messy. Hungry. Desperate.
He pressed his lips to yours, tongue sliding against yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lip until you whimpered into his mouth. One hand fisted in your hair, tilting your head exactly where he wanted it. The other gripped your waist, holding you as if you could disappear.
He broke away for just a second, growling against your lips, “Two months of waiting… baby... and you say that now?”
Before you could answer, he kissed you again, flipping you until his knees hit the bed. He sank onto it first, pulling you down so you straddled his lap, thighs pressed against either side of him.
The oversized shirt rode up immediately, pooling around your hips. You tried to tug it down, embarrassed, but he caught your wrists with his one hand, holding them gently behind your back with one hand.
“No more hiding,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Let me look at you.”
His free hand slid under the shirt, palm gliding over your waist, thumb brushing against the underside of your breast. You gasped when his fingers circled your hardening nipples, teasing slowly.
You arched into his touch, shivering at the sensation.
You moved instinctively, trying to ease the ache in your core. The friction of your bare heat against his rigid pants made both of you freeze.
Taehyung groaned low, hips jerking up slightly. You felt him... thick, impossibly hard... beneath you. Your chest tightened with the knowledge that you had already made him like this.
His fingers dug into your hips, holding you firmly.
You rocked again, tiny and hesitant.
“Baby…” he warned, forehead pressing to yours, voice rough. “If you keep moving like that—”
You tested him again, slower this time, watching his face twist with pleasure and restraint. His grip tightened on your wrists, almost bruising.
“Wearing my clothes is cute…” he whispered, lips brushing your ear, hot breath against your skin. “But sitting here… without panties?”
He released your wrists to cup your ass, spreading you slightly. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, as your next movement ground against the hard length of him.
He growled into your neck, teeth grazing the tender skin.
“…that’s going to be a problem, sweetheart.”
You felt how soaked you already were, sliding over him effortlessly. The fabric of his slacks now dark and ruined where you’re pressed together. Every tiny movement sent sparks shooting up your spine.
“Taehyung...” you whimpered, unsure if you were begging or warning.
“I know,” he breathed, guiding your hips in a slow, filthy grind. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”
He let you move against him, letting you find the rhythm, swallowing your moans with his mouth. “You feel so good like this…” he murmured, voice rough, teeth grazing your jaw.
“Taehyung… I... oh—I can’t…” you gasped, pressing closer, thighs trembling.
“Can’t what, baby?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear.
“Tell me… do you want me?”
“Yes… please…” you breathed, rocking a little harder. “I want… I need you… so bad.”
He groaned, gripping your hips tighter. “Damn, you’re so wet for me… all for me…”
“I—fuck...” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Tae… it feels so good…”
“You’re mine, baby,” he rasped, voice low and possessive. “Mine for wearing my shirt, mine for wanting me…”
Your body shivered, burning hotter with every word. Every teasing murmur from him made you ache more, and your thighs trembled uncontrollably against him.
Then he flipped you gently onto your back, crawling over you. His eyes burned black with want.
“Enough teasing,” he rasped, sliding the shirt higher. “Now… I’m going to take care of you properly.”
He lowered his lips, teeth, and hands, leaving a trail over every inch of skin the shirt exposed. His mouth pressed to your throat first, biting gently, making you gasp and whimper.
“Taehyung… ah—” you moaned, chest rising and falling.
He growled, sliding down to your collarbone, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving dark, messy marks. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders as he nipped and sucked, pulling low groans from his chest.
“Fuck… you feel so good, baby,” he murmured, lips brushing below your jaw.
You shivered, tilting your head back. “Tae… more… please...”
His hands cupped your waist, thumbs teasing over your bare skin, keeping you pressed to him. Each bite, each kiss made you tremble and moan, your heat sliding over him with every tiny movement.
“God, I can't believe... you’re mine,” he groaned, lips leaving one last hickey below your jaw before capturing your mouth in another hungry kiss.
You clung to him, breathless, every moan spilling between you both, tangled, desperate, and entirely his.
When he reached the tops of your thighs, he paused, hands sliding under them, thumbs stroking the sensitive edge where leg met hip. He looked up at you, eyes dark, reverent, almost pleading.
You tried to close your legs out of pure reflex.
He didn’t let you.
“Let me see you,” he whispered again, voice cracking with awe. “Please, baby. I’ve dreamed about this.”
His big, warm palms spread you open so gently it made tears prick your eyes. The shirt had ridden up to your waist; cool air kissed your soaked core and you whimpered.
Taehyung’s breath stuttered.
“Fuck… look at you,” he breathed, voice trembling. “So pretty. So fucking perfect for me.”
He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your left thigh, then your right, lingering, inhaling like he was addicted to the scent of your skin.
“You have no idea how many nights I’ve thought about this,” he murmured against you, lips brushing your folds with every word. “How many times I’ve jerked off imagining your taste of you on my tongue.”
A broken sound escaped your throat. He smiled, slow and filthy, then dragged his tongue up your centre in one long, deliberate lick.
You cried out, hips jerking.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he soothed, pinning your thighs wider with his shoulders. “Let me take care of you.”
The second lick was slower, parting you, savouring. The third circled your clit with his tongue and you saw stars.
“Tae—”
“Shh, I know,” he hummed, the vibration making you clench around nothing. “You taste like heaven, baby. Sweeter than I dreamed.”
He licked into you like a man starved, tongue sliding deep, curling, fucking you open while his nose nudged your clit on every stroke.
Your hands flew to his hair, tugging hard.
He moaned into you, loud and shameless.
“That’s it, pull harder. Use me.”
He sucked your clit between his lips, gentle at first, then harder, flicking the tip of his tongue in quick, ruthless circles until your thighs started shaking uncontrollably.
“Taehyung, please...”
“Please what, sweetheart?” He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny, eyes glazed with lust. “Please stop? Or please make you fall apart on my face?”
You couldn’t answer, only sobbed his name.
He dove back in, merciless.
Two thick fingers slid inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spot that made your back arch clean off the bed.
“Look at you,” he groaned, pumping slowly, tongue still swirling. “Taking my fingers so well. Gonna take my cock just like this, aren’t you? Gonna let me ruin this pretty little pussy while you wear my shirt?”
The dirty praise sent you spiralling.
He felt it, felt you tightening, and doubled his efforts, sucking your clit hard while his fingers fucked you faster, palm grinding against you with every thrust.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled against your folds. “Come on my tongue. Want to drink every drop.”
Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave.
You screamed his name, thighs clamping around his head, hips grinding helplessly against his mouth and fingers as pleasure tore through you in violent, endless waves.
He didn’t stop.
He licked you through it, gentler now, lapping softly, coaxing every aftershock until you were a trembling, sobbing mess.
Only then did he pull back, pressing one last reverent kiss to your swollen clit that made you jolt.
He crawled up your body, face glistening, eyes wild with love and hunger.
“You okay, my love?” he whispered, voice hoarse, brushing tears from your cheeks you hadn’t realized had fallen.
You could only nod, boneless, chest heaving.
He smiled, soft and proud and utterly wrecked.
“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing you slow and deep, letting you taste how completely you’d undone him. “Because I’m nowhere near done worshipping you.”
His lips were swollen, his chest rising hard, breath shaky. You were still trembling from the orgasm he had just pulled out of you, thighs messy, his shirt bunched beneath your ribs like a reminder of everything you had just shared.
Taehyung hovered above you, braced on his forearms, and simply stared.
“Look at you,” he whispered, voice completely ruined. “My pretty baby… wearing my shirt… shaking because of me.”
You tried to hide your face in the pillow, flustered. He didn’t let you.
His fingers caught your chin gently, but firmly enough to keep you with him. “No hiding,” he whispered. “Not tonight… not from me.”
His nose brushed yours, soft and warm and intimate.
“You okay? Still right here with me?”
You nodded, though your throat felt tight.
“I’m okay. I… I want you. All of you.”
His eyes fluttered shut like the words physically hit him. “God,” he breathed, voice cracking. “You can’t say things like that when I’m trying to stay gentle.”
He kissed you softly, slow presses of his mouth that made your chest ache. Then deeper... warm tongue, soft teeth, hungry breath, until your head spun.
You felt him hard against your thigh, thick and hot through his slacks. Your hips moved without thinking.
He broke the kiss with a shaky hiss. “Baby… wait, I need to—”
He reached for the drawer, one hand still cupping your cheek like you were fragile. The condom packet trembled between his fingers. Seeing him nervous, made your heart squeeze.
You sat up a bit, fingers curling into the open fabric of his shirt. “Let me see you too.”
He let you push the shirt down his arms. Golden skin... Sharp collarbones... V-line peeking out under his belt. You followed that faint line with your fingertip. He shivered.
“Cold?” you teased softly.
“No,” he breathed out a tiny, shy laugh. “Just trying not to lose it before I’m even inside you.”
He stood only long enough to shove his pants and briefs down, kicking them aside carelessly.
Your breath caught.
He was beautiful. Thick, flushed, already leaking for you.
He rolled the condom on with slightly clumsy fingers, muttering a soft “shit” when it snagged.
Then he was back over you... warm, solid, settling between your open thighs like he had always belonged there.
“Tell me again,” he whispered against your lips. “Tell me you are ready. Tell me you want this.”
“I want you, Taehyung. Please.”
He exhaled your name like a prayer and lined himself up, dragging the head slowly through your wetness, coating himself.
Your hips jerked on instinct.
“Easy,” he soothed, kissing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. “I’ve got you.”
He pushed in... slow, so slow, never looking away from your eyes.
The stretch burned. It burned and bloomed at the same time. You felt full, overwhelmed, breathless. A whimper escaped you, nails digging into his shoulders.
He froze instantly. “Too much? Want me to pull out?”
“No,” you gasped, half-laughing, half-moan, “just… big.”
A shaky laugh escaped him, his forehead resting on yours. “I’ll go slow. I promise.”
He pushed deeper inch by inch, letting you feel everything, until he was fully inside and both of you were trembling.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice cracking. “You’re so tight… so perfect around me.”
He stayed still, letting your body relax, kissing your eyelids, the tip of your nose, anything he could reach.
“You feel that?” he whispered, rolling his hips just a tiny bit. “That’s me inside you. I’m yours. All yours.”
You clenched without meaning to. His hips stuttered. “Fuck... Don’t do that unless you want me gone in ten seconds.”
You laughed through the haze, breath shaky. He laughed too, forehead against yours. It made everything warm, soft, safe.
He started moving... slow, deep strokes that touched every sensitive place inside you. The shirt you wore... his shirt — rode up with every thrust, exposing your stomach, ribs, the curve of your breasts.
“Look at you,” he rasped, eyes dark with emotion and heat. “So small in my clothes… taking me so well… my perfect girl... my wife.”
He kissed down your throat, sucking new marks beside the ones he had left earlier, kissing the sting after each one.
“I love seeing you like this,” he whispered against your skin. “Knowing you wear my things… think about me… get wet for me…”
Your back arched, a soft desperate sound leaving your throat.
His hand slid between your bodies, fingers pressing against your slick heat while he thrust inside you, hard and slow at first, then faster as he lost control. His thumb found your clit instantly, pressing and circling like he knew every nerve, every sensitive spot that made you shiver.
“Oh… Tae—” you moaned, head falling back against the pillow, body arching into him. “Ah… harder… please…”
He groaned, low and rough, the sound vibrating through your chest. “Fuck… you feel so good, baby… so tight, so wet…” His hips jerked violently, driving deep into you as his thumb worked magic against your clit.
You whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders. “Taehyung… I’m—oh! I’m—”
“Come for me again... baby,” he coaxed, voice soft but intense. “I want to feel it… want to feel you fall apart on me while you’re wearing my shirt.”
Everything hit you at once — his voice, his words, his body.
Your body trembled uncontrollably.
His thumb flicked faster, harder, keeping you on the edge while his thrusts became punishing, relentless. You couldn’t hold it in anymore... a shuddering gasp tore from your lips, and your slickness spurted over his fingers.
He groaned, thrusting through your orgasm like he wanted to match you. “Shit… baby, look at you… so wet… so perfect…”
He groaned, his rhythm breaking. “That’s it… fuck, baby… that’s my girl…” His thrusts grew rougher, desperate, chasing the edge. “Close… baby, I’m so close—”
You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, and whispered, “Come for me, Tae. I want to feel you.”
He broke.
A raw, broken moan fell from his lips as he buried himself deep, hips jerking helplessly through his orgasm, your name spilling out of his mouth like a promise.
He stayed there, chest pressed to yours, breathing hard, the room quiet except for your mixed breaths and the soft rustle of fabric against sweaty skin.
He didn’t pull out right away.
Just kissed you — slow, lazy, gentle, like he wanted to taste every emotion on your tongue. “My beautiful wife… My shy little thief… I love you so much it scares me…”
You didn’t even realize you were crying until he kissed your tears away.
Taehyung didn’t move at first.
He stayed inside you, holding you like he feared you might disappear if he let go. His arms wrapped around your shaking body, pulling you tight to his chest.
He pressed slow kisses everywhere his lips could reach... your shoulder, your temple, the corner of your lips — gentle, soft, almost shy, like he thanked your skin for letting him touch you.
When he finally slipped out, he did it carefully, his voice low and warm. “Easy, baby… I’ve got you.”
He rolled you onto his chest, settling you there like that was exactly where you belonged.
One big hand stroked your spine, steady and grounding, bringing you back from the haze. The other cupped the back of your head, his fingers combing through your hair like he tried to comfort you after a nightmare.
He slowly took off the stretched, ruined black shirt from your body, like it was something delicate and, set it aside. Then he disappeared for only a moment and returned with a warm cloth. He knelt between your thighs again, cleaning you with soft, almost trembling touches.
Every time you flinched, he whispered, “I’m sorry, sweetheart… if I was rough... I’m right here.”
He kissed the inside of your knee when you whimpered, trying to make you smile even through the soreness.
He brought you water next, held the glass to your lips. When you pouted for another sip, he gave it to you right away, wiping the tiny drop from your lip with his thumb, smiling like he fell deeper for you.
Your thighs ached, and he noticed instantly.
His hands... those gentle, patient hands, started massaging the sore muscles, slow circles, warm pressure. “I’m sorry if I was too much,” he murmured every time your breath caught.
But his voice stayed soft, full of pride and love.
He fixed your hair next, tucked it behind your ear, and kissed your cheek with an affection so pure it made your chest tighten.
Then he pulled one of his softest hoodies over your head, the one that smelled like him. It slipped to your thighs, the sleeves covering your hands entirely.
“Perfect,” he said softly, admiring you like you were his entire world wrapped in his clothes.
You hid in the hood.
He giggled — that warm, breathy little sound, and gently pulled your hands away so he could pepper your cheeks with kisses. He tucked you both under the blanket, arranging you exactly how he wanted, your leg over his hip, your cheek on his chest, his arm under your head.
Your place. Your home.
He was about to say something sweet when your stomach growled.
Loud.
You froze. Then mumbled into his chest, “Shit… I didn’t prepare anything for dinner. Now I’m hungry…”
Taehyung laughed... that deep, golden laugh that melted your heart.
“Sweetheart… you think I came home early without planning anything?”
He suddenly remembered the flowers near the door. “Oh— wait!”
He stood up and grabbed them.
He held them out to you like they were precious, before again settling beside you. “I even brought flowers for you.”
Your eyes softened instantly, warmth gathering in your chest.
“And I booked a restaurant. Wanted to take you out for a date.”
You buried your face in his chest, whining softly. “I can’t walk anywhere… I’m sore…”
He kissed your forehead, smiling like he adored every bit of you.
“I know. That’s why I cancelled.” He tapped your nose gently. “And told them to send takeout instead.”
You smiled, slow and sleepy. “You spoil me…”
He pulled you closer, his voice warm and full of love. “Of course I do. You’re my wife. Now rest until the food arrives.”
You curled into him, feeling safe, loved, and treasured.
He whispered into your hair, voice low and deep, “Wear my clothes every day. And if you ever want me again… just tell me, princess. I’ll always come to you.”
Pairing: CEO!Yoongi x Employee!Reader
Genre: Office AU, Workplace Romance, Strangers-to-Lovers, Slow-burn romance, flirty chaos, rom-com, fluff, smut, Grumpy-Sunshine trope
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content [messy make-outs in CEO's office, nipple play, oral f receiving, fingering, soft and gentle love-making, Unprotected sex (refrain IRL)], Workplace Tension, Rumours and insult by a co-worker, Jealousy turning in makeout, Yoongi being grumpy-sulky-cute boyfriend
Rating: 18+| Minors DNI
Word Count: ~13.5k
[MASTERLIST]
The WiFi in your apartment died for the last 3 days.
Seventy-two hours of nothing but the mocking blue “No Internet” circle spinning like it was personally judging your life choices. And the worst part? Your current drama had just dropped episodes 4 and 5.
The kind of episodes that end on a cliffhanger. You were spiritually hemorrhaging. You arrived at the office that morning looking like someone had personally kicked you out of your own apartment.
Seated at the lunch table, you dropped your head onto your folded arms with theatrical despair. “Do you guys understand the emotional devastation? The male lead literally whispered ‘Saranghae’ and then... bam... truck-kun. I’m in mourning. Actual mourning.”
Jimin, mid-bite of his kimbap, didn’t even look up. “You say that every time when episodes are gonna drop.”
“This is different,” you insisted, lifting your head just enough to glare.
“This is soul-destroying. This time the episodes are already dropped and it's been 3 days I haven't watch them. I am not even opening insta because of spoiler edits.”
Hoseok patted your shoulder like you were a sad puppy.
Namjoon, being the human equivalent of a walking Wikipedia, offered, “You could use the office Wi-Fi tonight. It’s gigabit. You’d be done in like… ten minutes.”
You sat up so fast your chair squeaked. “Genius. Evil genius. I love you.”
“Don’t get caught,” Jimin warned, finally looking amused.
“I’ll be undercover,” you promised, already mentally mapping your escape plan. “Like a ninja.”
That evening you stayed behind after the last person left.
The open-plan office slowly emptied until it was just the hum of the air conditioning and the faint glow of emergency exit signs. You dimmed your monitor brightness to absolutely no one, and crawled under your desk like a soldier in enemy territory.
The LAN port was, of course, in the most inconvenient corner possible. “Come on, you stupid little rectangle hole,” you muttered.
Click. Success.
You crawled back out, dusted off your skirt, stood up triumphantly.
...and screamed.
A man was standing three feet away.
Tall. Black turtleneck. Black slacks. Black hair falling slightly into even blacker eyes. Hands in pockets. Expression so blank it was almost weaponized.
Your soul left your body for a solid three seconds.
You yelped, slammed your laptop half-closed behind you, and pressed your back against the desk edge so hard you were probably going to have a bruise shaped like a drawer handle tomorrow.
He didn’t flinch... Didn’t blink...
Just tilted his head the tiniest fraction.
“What are you doing here this late?” His voice was low, raspy, the kind that made you feel like you’d been caught red-handed while robbing the bank.
You swallowed. “W-Work.”
A beat of silence... Thick Silence...
“…Very urgent work... Important Spreadsheets,” you added, because apparently your mouth had decided lying was now its full-time job.
His gaze flicked down to the laptop you were clutching like it contained state secrets, then slowly back up to your face.
One eyebrow lifted barely. But it was enough.
You tried for bravado. “Actually, what are you doing here? This is the marketing floor. You are here after hours. Without any ID or visitor badge. I could report you.”
The corner of his mouth twitched.
Not a smile. More like his face had decided smiling was too much effort but it would humor you with a half-second preview.
He took one step forward.
You took one step back—and immediately hit the desk. There was nowhere to go.
Then he moved again. And again.
Until both his hands braced on the desk, one on each side of your hips. Not touching you. Not even close. But close enough that you could smell clean laundry and something faintly like cologne and quiet authority.
You were officially caged between a very expensive desk and a very dangerous-looking stranger.
He leaned in just enough that you had to tip your head back to meet his eyes.
“Interesting,” he murmured.
Your heart was doing somersaults inside your ribcage.
“You still haven’t answered my question,” you managed, voice higher than usual.
He studied you for a long moment... long enough that you started cataloguing every micro-expression. The way his lashes were unfairly long. The tiny silver hoop in his left earlobe. The curve of his lips.
Then, very slowly, the smallest, most dangerous smirk you’d ever seen curled one side of his mouth.
“Clearly,” he said, voice velvet and gravel at the same time, “you haven’t seen me before. So you don't know me.”
You blinked. “Should I?”
He held your gaze for one more excruciating heartbeat. Then he straightened, pulled his hands off the desk, turned on his heel, and walked away.
Just… left.
You stared at his retreating back until he disappeared around the corner toward the executive elevator. You exhaled like you’d been holding your breath for a full minute.
“…Who the actual hell was that?” you whispered to the empty office.
Your laptop pinged softly.
Download progress: 14%.
You looked at the screen. Looked at the dark hallway where Tall, Dark, and Terrifying man had vanished. Looked back at the screen.
“…Worth it,” you decided, and sat down to wait for the remaining download like your life depended on it.
The next morning arrived like a betrayal.
You shuffled into the office ten minutes late... hair in a slightly chaotic half-bun, concealer doing heroic work under your eyes, and an Americano clutched in your hand.
Episodes 4 and 5 had finally downloaded at 10 p.m., and you’d stayed up until 2:00 watching them back-to-back while ugly-crying into a pillow.
The entire marketing floor was already gathered near the glass-walled conference room, buzzing with that special brand of corporate excitement reserved for surprise announcements.
You slid into the back row between Hoseok and a very confused intern who was still holding a stack of color-coded Post-its like they were a shield.
“What’s going on?” you whispered, leaning toward Hoseok.
He grinned like he knew something you didn’t. “Big Announcement. You didn't check the CEO’s mail?”
You took a long, fortifying sip of coffee. “If it’s another ‘synergy workshop’ I’m faking my own death.”
The double doors at the front opened.
Mr. Min—the current CEO, silver hair, kind eyes, stepped forward with the kind of proud-dad energy.
“Good morning, everyone,” he began, voice warm and grandfatherly. “I know we’ve all been wondering about the future of the company, especially after the merger talks died down. Well… I’m happy to finally introduce the person who will be taking over as CEO from today.”
A dramatic pause... Everyone leaned forward slightly.
“My son. Min Yoongi.”
The room exhaled in a collective “oooh.”
You took another casual sip of coffee, unbothered. Rich people had rich kids. Whatever. Probably some freshly graduate, with lots of attitude and in loafers with no socks.
Then the new voice cut through the room—low, raspy, unmistakable.
“Good morning.”
Your entire spinal column turned to ice. You froze mid-sip, lips still wrapped around the straw.
Very slowly... like turning your head might detonate something—you lifted your gaze.
There he was.
Black suit today. Crisp white shirt. Tie loosened around neck, top button undone just enough to be quietly devastating. Hair pushed back, exposing that unfairly perfect forehead.
Same silver hoop glinting in his left ear. Same dark, unreadable eyes scanning the room like he was cataloguing every single soul present. The man who’d caged you against your own desk last night like some k-drama.
Your soul didn’t just leave your body. It travelled to whole another universe.
Without conscious thought, your coffee mug rose, slowly, slowly, until it covered the bottom half of your face. You could still see over the rim—just barely—but mostly you were hiding.
Hiding very obviously... In front of thirty people...
Hoseok side-eyed you. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”
“Shh,” you hissed through barely moving lips. “Act like I don't exist.”
Yoongi stepped forward beside his father.
The CEO beamed and launched into the usual proud-parent energy: top of his class at Seoul National, Wharton MBA, already restructured three subsidiaries in Europe, blah blah terrifying competence.
You barely heard any of it.
Because Yoongi was now walking the line of employees.
One by one.
He greeted people with the politeness: a nod, a quiet “nice to meet you,” a brief handshake if they offered. Voice so soft it almost disappeared into the carpet.
Expression calm. Professional. Untouchable.
Until he reached your row. He stopped directly in front of you.
Your mug was now practically glued to your nose. You could feel the condensation dripping onto your chin.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked.
You peeked over the rim... barely one eyeball visible...
His gaze locked onto yours.
And then... God help you, he smirked... again.
It wasn’t big.
It was the tiniest upward curve of one corner of his mouth, but it carried the same energy as last night’s “interesting.” Like he’d caught you stealing company WiFi and was mildly entertained by your entire existence.
“We’ve met before,” he said.
Quiet... Casual... Like he was commenting on the weather.
The entire marketing team turned to look at you. Thirty pairs of eyes.
Hoseok’s jaw actually dropped.
You choked.
Not dramatically. Just a small, pathetic inhale of coffee that went down the wrong pipe. You coughed once... violently... mug sloshing, eyes watering.
“N-no we haven’t,” you wheezed, lowering the mug just enough to speak. Your voice cracked on the second syllable.
Yoongi’s smirk deepened by approximately 0.3 millimeters. Devastating.
“Really?” he murmured, tilting his head the exact same way he had last night under your desk. “Because I distinctly remember someone screaming when they stood up from under a desk. And then trying to hide a laptop screen like it contained national secrets.”
A ripple of confused laughter moved through the team.
You wanted to die.
You wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. You wanted to yeet yourself out the nearest window.
“I... I was working late,” you managed. “Very important… spreadsheet emergency.”
“Under the desk?” he asked, deadpan.
“I-I was searching for LAN Port...” you blurted.
Hoseok made a strangled noise that might have been laughter or sympathy or both.
Yoongi studied you for another long second. Then he simply nodded once, like you’d passed some invisible test only he understood.
“Looking forward to working with you,” he said. Voice velvet. Eyes glittering with something dangerously close to amusement.
He moved on.
Just like that.
He left you standing there with coffee dripping down your chin, face burning hotter than the surface of the sun, and thirty coworkers staring at you like you’d personally invented workplace drama.
Hoseok leaned in the second Yoongi was out of earshot. “Okay. Spill. What the actual hell was that?”
You stared straight ahead, still clutching your mug like a lifeline.
“I think,” you whispered, “I accidentally interrogated the new CEO last night. And now he knows my face. And my scream. And probably the name of my drama.”
Hoseok blinked. Then grinned so wide it threatened his ears.
“Bestie,” he said, patting your shoulder, “you’re so screwed.”
You looked down at your half-empty coffee cup.
“Yeah,” you sighed. “I think I just downloaded way more trouble than two episodes were worth.”
Later that afternoon your phone buzzed once on your desk. A single message from the internal company chat, sender: Executive Office.
“CEO Min would like to see you in his office. Now.”
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor and kept falling. You stared at the screen like it had personally insulted your entire bloodline.
Beside you, Hoseok noticed the color drain from your face and leaned over. “What’s wrong?”
You turned the phone toward him so he could read it. Jimin and Namjoon both scooted their chairs closer like this was group therapy.
“I’m getting fired,” you whispered, voice cracking. “For downloading only two episodes.”
Jimin winced. “Told you to be careful.”
Namjoon rubbed his temples. “Just… go. Maybe he wants to congratulate you on your excellent taste in kdrama.”
You glared at him and stood up on shaky legs. “If I don’t come back, tell my mother I loved her.”
Jimin rolled his eyes at your dramatic self.
The walk to the executive floor felt like a death row march. The elevator dinged cheerfully.
You hated it.
Yoongi’s office door was already ajar. You knocked once... barely a tap—and pushed it open.
He was seated behind the massive glass-and-mahagony desk that probably cost more than your entire apartment. White shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows, silver watch catching the late-afternoon light, expression so calm.
He didn’t look up right away. Just kept reading something on his tablet.
You stood there like a guilty schoolchild sent to the principal.
Finally he lifted his gaze. Dark. Steady. Unreadable. “Close the door.”
You did. The click sounded final.
He didn’t speak for another long second. Then he reached for a single sheet of paper on his desk, slid it across the polished surface toward you.
You stepped forward, looked down.
LAN usage log.
Your extension.
Date: yesterday.
Total downloaded: 48.7 GB.
You gasped so loud it echoed off the walls. “You checked?”
Yoongi leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin. “I check everything.”
Your mouth opened... Closed... Opened again... “That’s—that’s an invasion of privacy!”
“Is it?” His voice was soft, almost gentle. Terrifyingly gentle. “Company network. Company policy clearly states no personal streaming, torrenting, or large-file personal downloads exceeding 5 GB per month without prior approval.”
You felt your soul try to exit through your feet.
“I’ll delete everything,” you blurted. “Right now. I’ll format my laptop. I’ll—I’ll never do it again. Please don’t fire me. I need this job. I have rent. And WiFi bills. And electricity bills.”
He watched you spiral in perfect silence.
Then, very quietly... “What drama was it?”
You blinked. Your brain short-circuited. “…What?”
“The one worth risking your job,” he repeated, slower this time, like he was speaking to someone very sleep-deprived. “What’s the title?”
You hesitated.
Then looked at the door. Looked back at him. Looked at the usage log like it might spontaneously combust and save you.
Then, in the tiniest voice possible, “…Love in the Slow Lane.”
He didn’t react at first.
Just held your gaze.
Then the corner of his mouth lifted—barely. “That’s my favorite too.”
You stared at him with a mouth slightly opened. Your sleep-deprived brain refused to process. “You’re joking.”
“I don’t joke around.” He leaned forward slightly. “Episode three ended with Ji-hoon finding the letter in the rain and truck scene. Episode four opens with the flashback to university. Correct?”
You nodded mutely, too stunned to form words.
He tapped one finger once on the desk. “I haven’t watched four and five yet. Due to Work.”
Then he continued, casual as if he were discussing quarterly projections, “I won’t report the usage. Or fire you.”
Your heart restarted. “Really?”
“On one condition.”
You swallowed. “What is it?”
“New episodes drop every Friday night. You watch the rest with me. Here. After hours. No more solo downloads on company WiFi.”
You blinked again. Several times.
“You… want to watch Love in the Slow Lane… with me?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t have time to download it myself. And apparently you’re already an expert at late-night viewing.”
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Then, because you had zero filter. “You’re blackmailing me with company WiFi usage to be your drama buddy?”
His eyes glittered. “I prefer ‘mutually beneficial arrangement.’”
You stared at him for a long moment.
“…Fine,” you said at last. “But if you spoil anything while watching, I’m leaking your viewing history to the entire marketing floor.”
The tiniest huff of amusement escaped him. Almost a laugh.
“Deal.”
The very next evening you showed up at 8:45 p.m. with a suspicious paper bag that smelled like convenience-store kimbap and ramyeon. He was already there... lights dimmed, massive 85-inch monitor on, episode four paused at 00:02.
You hesitated in the doorway.
He glanced over. “You’re late.”
“W-Work...,” you replied.
“Sit.”
You sat. On the leather couch facing the screen.
He stayed behind the desk for approximately thirty seconds before giving up on the pretending and moving to sit beside you—close enough that your knees almost touched.
Episode four played.
You screamed at the truck scene... again.
He side-eyed you. “You’ve seen this.”
“I’m reliving the trauma for emotional support.”
He huffed... almost a laugh.
By episode five’s ending credits you were both yelling at the screen in unison about how unfair the coma plot was.
And just like that, a routine was born.
Every Friday after the last person left the floor, you slipped into his office like a thief. He’d already have the lights dimmed, the huge 85-inch monitor on the wall queued up, two cans of cold brew sitting on the side table like silent offerings.
He always pretended to be “finishing emails” when you arrived... papers spread out, glasses perched on his nose—but the second you sat on the leather sofa opposite his desk, he’d close the laptop without a word, join you and hit play.
You screamed at every plot twist. “NO! He did NOT just push her into the fountain again!”
“Shh,” he’d mutter, though his eyes never left the screen.
By the third week he’d started a running list on his phone: Pending Dramas to Binge. Nevertheless, Our Beloved Summer, Twenty-Five Twenty-One, Business Proposal, Crash Landing on You, Lovely Runner...
You glanced at it one night while the credits rolled. “I’ve already seen more than half of these.”
He didn’t even look up from pausing the next episode preview. “Doesn’t matter.”
“Why?”
“You used 48.7 GB of company bandwidth in one night.” He finally met your eyes, deadpan. “Consider this as payback.”
You laughed before you could stop yourself—bright, startled, echoing in the quiet office.
He didn’t smile... Not really. But the way his gaze softened for half a second before he hit play again? That was more dangerous than any cliffhanger.
And somewhere between episode six of Love in the Slow Lane and the opening credits of Nevertheless, you both never realized that the real slow burn wasn’t on the screen.
It was sitting three feet away, pretending he didn’t care, while secretly and eagerly waiting every Friday night just for this.
The whispers started small.
Like the first crack in thin ice.
It was a quiet Friday evening a couple of weeks into your secret drama ritual. Most of the floor had already clocked out, but someone from Administration... Minji, had stayed behind to finish a quarterly audit.
She was walking past the executive wing with her arms full of folders when she saw it... the faint blue glow leaking under Yoongi’s office door at 10:17 p.m., and two silhouettes on the couch, and your loud laugh.
By Monday morning the rumour had churned out three different versions.
Version one: you were sleeping with the new CEO for a promotion. Version two: you were blackmailing him with something scandalous.
Version three: you were somehow his secret fiancee from an arranged marriage setup.
None of them were true.
All of them were loud.
Hoseok, Jimin, and Namjoon cornered you in the break room during lunch. Hoseok slid the door shut behind him with dramatic flair. “Okay... The entire building is talking about you and CEO Min.”
You paused mid-bite of your convenience-store triangle kimbap. “Talking how?”
Jimin leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “Talking like ‘she’s in his office every night until 2 a.m.’. Talking like ‘she must be giving him something extra-special to keep her job.”
Namjoon adjusted his glasses, looking pained. “There’s also a theory that you’re his secret fiancée from an arranged marriage nobody knew about. That one’s gaining more attention than other two versions.”
You snorted so hard soy sauce nearly came out your nose. “Every night till 2 a.m.? Fiancée? Seriously? We’re literally just watching dramas and yelling at the screen when the second lead does something stupid.”
Hoseok’s eyes widened. “You’re still doing the drama thing? With him? In his office?”
“Every Friday... after hours,” you confirmed cheerfully. “He brings fancy popcorn now. The kind with truffle oil. It’s elite.”
Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose. “You realize how this looks, right? People are saying you’re trading favours. That your character is… questionable.”
You set your kimbap down.
Looked at all three of them... really looked. Then smiled, soft but steady.
“I really appreciate that you all are worried but... I don’t care about those rumours,” you said simply.
“I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m not sleeping with him. I’m not blackmailing him. I’m not stealing company secrets. I’m watching a drama with someone who also likes the drama. That’s it. If people want to make up stories because they’re bored, that’s their Friday night. Mine’s definitely better than theirs.”
Hoseok blinked. Then slowly started grinning. “You’re actually insane... do you know that?... In the best way.”
Namjoon sighed, but there was fondness in it. “Just… be careful. Office politics can get ugly fast.”
You shrugged, picking your kimbap back up. “Let them talk. I’ve got episode twelve queued and truffle popcorn waiting.”
Later that week the gossip took a sharper turn.
It was a Thursday afternoon—the kind where the office felt half-asleep and the coffee machine was making more noise than actual productivity.
You and Jimin were leaning against the high counter in the break room, sharing a bag of shrimp crackers. Jimin was mid-story, about how his last night blind date was total disaster and reenacting the way his blind date had tried to impress him by doing aegyo.
That was when the door swung open.
Seung-ho—the senior accountant strode in like he owned the oxygen in the room. He glanced at the two of you, clocked the laughter, and his lip curled.
He didn’t even pretend to reach for the coffee pot.
Just stopped a few feet away, arms crossed, and muttered loud enough for both of you to hear, “Must be nice, huh? Giggling like schoolgirls while spreading your legs for the boss so you don’t have to do any real work.”
The words landed like ice water down your spine.
The laughter died in your throat.
You turned slowly. Jimin froze mid-chew, cracker halfway to his mouth.
You straightened, shoulders back, voice clear and sharp enough to cut glass. “Excuse me?”
Seung-ho blinked, clearly not expecting pushback. His smirk faltered for half a second before he doubled down. “You heard me.”
Jimin was already moving... stepping half in front of you like a human shield, eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.
“Watch your mouth,” Jimin said, low and lethal. “You don’t talk to her like that. Ever. Stay in your damn lane, Seung-ho, before someone puts you in it permanently.”
Seung-ho scoffed, but there was a flicker of unease now. He looked between the two of you—Jimin radiating quiet fury, you staring him down without flinching. Then he turned and walked out.
The break room door clicked shut.
You exhaled shakily, adrenaline buzzing under your skin. “I was two seconds from throwing my coffee at his stupid face.”
Jimin turned to you, expression softening instantly. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you said, though your voice wobbled just a little. “Just… gross. Really gross.”
Jimin pulled you into a quick side-hug. “He’s an asshole. You handled that like a queen.”
You managed a small laugh. “Thanks for the backup.”
“Always.”
And neither of you saw the way a certain figure had paused outside the door thirty seconds earlier, coffee cup halfway to his lips, expression going from neutral to thunderous in the span of one heartbeat.
Later that evening, after the worst of the workday had dragged itself to a close, you escaped to the rooftop terrace. The city lights were starting to flicker on below.
You sat on the low concrete ledge, knees drawn up, staring at nothing in particular.
Footsteps approached.
Hoseok appeared first, carrying two cans of iced coffee like peace offerings. Jimin was right behind him, still simmering. Namjoon brought your favorite snacks.
Hoseok plopped down beside you without preamble and pressed a cold can into your hand. “Emergency mood-lifter delivery. Drink. Then talk.”
You cracked it open. Took a sip. “I’m fine. Really. Just… needed air.”
Jimin sat on your other side, cross-legged. “You were more than fine earlier. I’m proud.”
Hoseok grinned. “Legendary. I wish I’d seen it live.”
Namjoon stayed standing—arms crossed, gaze thoughtful. After a minute he spoke, voice quiet but deliberate.
“Seung-ho’s gone.”
You looked up. “Gone?”
“Transferred. Effective immediately. Busan branch. They announced it in the afternoon all-hands email—‘structural realignment to strengthen regional operations.’ He was supposed to head the Q3 audit team here. Now he’s on a train tomorrow morning.”
You blinked. “Busan?.”
Namjoon nodded. “Yeah. Funny how fast these things move when someone crosses a line.”
Hoseok whistled low. “That’s not coincidence.”
Jimin’s eyes narrowed. “You think…?”
“I think,” Namjoon said carefully, “someone has very good ears. And very little patience for people who talk to Y/n like that.”
You stared at the city skyline, the cold can sweating against your palm. You didn’t say his name.
You didn’t have to because you knew.
Hoseok bumped your shoulder gently. “Hey. You didn’t deserve that crap. Not even a little. And whoever made sure Seung-ho’s transferred. They’re on your side.”
Jimin leaned closer. “We all are.”
You let out a long breath... half laugh, half relief... and shared a group hug with all three of them.
“Yeah,” you murmured. “I know.”
Downstairs, in an office with the lights still on and the monitor still glowing faintly, Min Yoongi sat alone.
He hadn’t moved since the break-room incident.
His phone sat face-down on the desk.
He hadn’t texted you yet.
But when your phone buzzed twenty minutes later... after you’d finally dragged yourself home and collapsed on the couch—it was one simple line:
Yoongi: You okay?
You stared at the message for a long time. Then typed back:
You: Yeah. Thanks to my friends. And… maybe someone else.
Three dots appeared... Disappeared... Appeared again...
Yoongi: Good.
Next Friday you didn’t go to the office at all.
Around 10 a.m., still cocooned in the world’s oldest, softest blanket, head pounding, throat scratchy, you fumbled for your phone and opened Yoongi’s chat.
You: Hey. Don’t think I ditched you because of the stupid office rumors. Not feeling great today. Calling in sick.
The reply pinged back in under two minutes.
Yoongi: Okay. Rest.
Two words. Classic Yoongi. No fuss, no emojis, no dramatic concern. Just… rest.
You stared at the screen for a long moment, the corner of your mouth lifting in a weak, watery smile. Then you flipped the phone face-down on the cushion, burrowed deeper into the blanket mountain, and tried to sleep.
The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur of half-dozing, coughing, sneezing, and forcing down lukewarm porridge. By evening the headache had dulled to a low throb, but your energy was still at rock bottom.
Around 9 p.m. the doorbell rang.
You groaned, debating whether to ignore it.
Probably Hoseok with emergency soup or Namjoon showing up with herbal tea and unsolicited medical advice but they always informed before actually visiting. You dragged yourself upright, blanket still draped around your shoulders, and shuffled to the peephole.
Your heart did a clumsy somersault.
Min Yoongi stood in the hallway outside your door.
Black hoodie, hood up. Black baseball cap pulled low enough to shadow most of his face. Hands buried in his pockets. Looking exactly like a man who had driven across half the city on a Friday night just to see you.
You opened the door slowly.
He lifted his gaze.
His eyes flicked over you... puffy eyes, messy hair, oversized hoodie that used to belong to your brother.
“You look like death,” he said.
Flat. Concerned in that grumpy way only he could manage.
“Thanks,” you croaked. “You didn’t have to come all way here.”
He shrugged one shoulder. “I was already in the car.”
You blinked and stepped aside. “Come in before the neighbors start their own rumor party.”
He stepped inside.
Took off his shoes without being asked and looked around your tiny one-room apartment.
You closed the door and leaned against it. “My WiFi’s fixed now. If you want… we could watch here? Episode twelve’s already downloaded.”
He glanced at your laptop on the coffee table. Then back at you. “You should be in bed.”
“I’m fine,” you lied.
He gave you The Sigh... the long, theatrical sigh and walked straight to your couch like he’d sat there a hundred times before.
He dropped down and pulled the cap off and tossed it onto the armrest. Ran a hand through his dark hair, leaving it messier than before.
You hesitated for half a second, then shuffled over and sat beside him. A minute of comfortable silence passed. The fairy lights cast tiny golden flecks across both your faces.
Then, quietly you asked... “Did you do that?”
He didn’t look up. Already had your laptop open on his thighs, fingers moving over the trackpad.
“Do what?”
“You know exactly what I’m asking.”
He paused—cursor hovering over the play button.
Then clicked anyway.
The familiar opening credits rolled across the screen: soft piano, golden-hour sunlight filtering through cherry blossoms, the OST that always made your chest ache in the best way.
“You ate something,” he said instead.
You waited.
He kept his eyes glued to the screen.
“…Don’t change the topic,” you muttered. “I already ate. Like three spoonfuls of porridge.”
He didn’t reply right away.
You turned to him slowly.
He still wouldn’t meet your eyes. Just watched the drama unfold like it held the secrets of the universe.
“Yoongi…” You caught yourself mid-name, cleared your scratchy throat. “I mean—Mr. Min. About the transfer?”
He exhaled through his nose. “No.”
Then, barely a whisper—like he was admitting it to himself more than to you, “…Maybe.”
You felt something warm bloom in your chest. Something quieter. Softer. You leaned back against the couch. Let your shoulder brush his—just barely.
He didn’t move away.
Halfway through the episode you murmured, “Thank you.”
He grunted.
But when the male lead finally confessed under the fireworks... he didn’t complain when you grabbed his sleeve and squealed.
And when the credits rolled, he didn’t get up to leave.
Just sat there in the dim glow of your fairy lights, hoodie sleeve still caught in your fingers, watching you while you watched your laptop screen.
After a long moment he spoke—voice low, almost thoughtful. “I’m thinking it’s better to watch them at your place or mine rather than the office.”
You tilted your head, surprised. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He glanced around your small, lived-in space—posters, lights, dying plant, you and something in his expression softened another fraction. “Less eyes. Less rumors. Next week… my place.”
You grinned—tired, sniffly, cheeks still fever-flushed, but unmistakably bright.
“Deal.” You poked his arm weakly. “But you better have my favourite snacks. The spicy shrimp chips. And those chocolate mochi things.”
He huffed—almost a laugh. “High-maintenance.”
“Extremely,” you agreed cheerfully.
He finally moved then... stood, stretched, pulled his cap back on. But before he headed for the door he paused, looked down at you still curled under the blanket. “Take medicine. Drink water. Sleep.”
You mock-saluted with the blanket edge. “Yes, sir.”
He shook his head once... fond expression, and let himself out.
The door clicked shut softly.
You stared at it for a long minute, sleeve still warm where his arm had been. Then you pulled the blanket over your head and smiled into the dark.
The following Saturday evening found you standing outside a sleek high-rise in Gangnam, staring up at the glass-and-steel monolith. Yoongi had texted you the address at exactly 6:47 p.m... no emojis, no directions, just a pin drop and one line: Come up. 32nd floor.
You’d spent the entire subway ride second-guessing your outfit oversized sweater, jeans, sneakers, and now the private elevator was shooting you upward so fast your stomach flipped.
The doors opened directly into his penthouse.
Floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights glittering across the Han River. Minimalist furniture in shades of charcoal and cream. And the faint, mouth-watering smell of something simmering on the stove.
Yoongi appeared from the kitchen, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark apron tied around his waist like he’d been born wearing it. He looked… domestic. Dangerously domestic...
“You’re early,” he said, wiping his hands on a dish towel.
“Traffic was light,” you lied.
You’d actually arrived twenty minutes ago and spent them pacing the lobby like a nervous puppy, hesitating whether you should actually visit him or not. “Smells good. Did you order in?”
He gave you a look that said he was mildly offended on behalf of whatever was bubbling in that pot. “I cooked.”
You blinked. “You… cook?”
“Occasionally.” He asked you to wait in living room and turned back toward the kitchen island, where two bowls waited beside a steaming rice cooker.
You were already curled up on the couch when he emerged from the kitchen carrying two bowls. He set the bowls on the low coffee table without looking at you, ears just the tiniest bit pink under the soft lighting. “Enjoy.”
He dropped onto the couch beside you—closer than usual. His thigh pressed lightly against yours. Neither of you moved to create distance.
You poked his arm with your chopsticks before taking a bite. “Okay, this is actually amazing. Like, restaurant-level. You are actually a good cook.”
He grunted, but the corner of his mouth twitched.
What you didn’t know... was that he’d called his father at 6 p.m. that evening, voice low and awkward in the penthouse kitchen. “Dad… what was that dish you made the first time you wanted to impress Mom? The one she still talks about?”
His father had laughed so hard Yoongi had to hold the phone away from his ear. “Min Yoongi, are you finally trying to cook for a girl? The same girl who hid behind a coffee mug during your introduction? I knew it the way you looked at her that day.”
Yoongi had nearly hung up. “Just tell me the recipe.”
Another booming laugh. “Japchae. And tell her I said hello. I like her already. She makes you less grumpy.”
Yoongi had ended the call with a muttered “I’m hanging up now,” but the pink on his ears had stayed for the entire cooking process.
His dad knew.
His dad was already planning family dinners in his head.
And you? You were happily twirling noodles around your chopsticks, completely oblivious.
The episode played on. Your legs stayed pressed together.
Halfway through the episode... right when the second lead was doing his usual noble, suffering, silent-pining routine, you threw your hands up dramatically, nearly knocking over your bowl.
“If they don’t let the second lead confess soon, I’m filing an actual petition. This is emotional attack.”
Yoongi huffed a quiet laugh into his spoon. “Dramatic.”
“It’s not dramatic, it’s justice.” You turned to him, cheeks flushed from the spicy stew and the low lighting. “Confessing isn’t that hard. Just say the words. ‘I like you.’ Boom... Done... World keeps spinning.”
He set his bowl down carefully on the table and turned his body slightly toward you. The movement was slow, deliberate.
“Confessing is overrated,” he said, voice quieter than the OST still playing softly in the background.
You blinked and tilted your head. “Why?”
He looked at you then... really looked. Not the quick scans he usually did. Not the amused side-glances. Full, steady eye contact that made the room feel suddenly smaller.
Very slowly, like he was choosing each word with precision, “Because some people are terrible at it.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs so hard you were sure he could hear it.
The drama kept playing... dialogue, music, tension, but it all faded to background noise. You searched his face for a joke, for sarcasm, for anything that would let you laugh this off and keep pretending it was just drama-club banter.
There was none.
Just Yoongi—quiet, unreadable, watching you like he was waiting for something.
You swallowed. “So… what do terrible confessors do instead?”
He didn’t answer right away and just held your gaze a beat longer. Then, softer than you’d ever heard him, “They cook while waiting for you. They transfer assholes who insults you. They show up at your apartment when you say you’re sick. They let you scream at plot twists and steal their office wifi.”
Your breath caught.
You opened your mouth... Closed it... Tried again. “That’s… That's a lot of effort for someone terrible at confessing.”
“Maybe,” he murmured. “Or maybe they’re just waiting for the right moment.”
The episode ended. Credits rolled. Neither of you moved to pause or skip or do anything normal.
You cleared your throat, suddenly too aware of how close everything felt. “I… I-I should probably head home. It’s late.”
You stood up too quickly. The blanket tangled around your ankle.
Your foot caught on the edge of the coffee table and you pitched forward... His hand shot out and wrapped around your wrist, steadying you in one smooth motion.
You froze.
He froze.
You were standing inches apart now.
His grip was gentle but firm, thumb brushing the inside of your wrist where your pulse was hammering like a traitor. Neither of you moved and for once his expression wasn’t guarded or smirking or pretending to be annoyed. It was just… open.
His voice dropped quieter than you’d ever heard it. “You still owe the company forty-eight gigabytes of internet usage.”
You let out a shaky laugh that came out more like a whisper. “How do I repay it?”
His gaze flicked down... just for a heartbeat... to your lips. Then back up to your eyes.
It was slow... Deliberate...
A smirk curved one corner of his mouth, the same dangerous little twitch that had started everything under your desk weeks ago. “I’ll think of something.”
The words hung between you like a promise and a question all at once. His fingers stayed circled around your wrist.
Your breath caught. You didn’t pull away.
He didn’t let go.
And somewhere in the back of your mind, the thought finally formed, bright and undeniable, Oh no... Feelings...
The subway station was only a five-minute walk, but every step felt heavy. You kept replaying the last ten minutes in your head on a loop that refused to pause.
His thumb brushing the inside of your wrist. The way his gaze had dropped—just once, just for a heartbeat, to your lips. That slow, deliberate smirk. “I’ll think of something.”
You swiped your card at the gate, descended the escalator, and found a spot on the platform. The train arrived with a soft whoosh of air. You slipped inside, found an empty seat near the window, and pressed your forehead against the cool glass lurched forward.
The city blurred past in streaks of neon and headlights, but you weren’t really seeing it.
He hadn’t said “I like you.” Not once... Not directly...
And yet every single thing he had said felt heavier than any three-word confession could have been.
“They cook while waiting for you.”
“They transfer assholes who insults you.”
“They show up at your apartment when you say you’re sick.”
“They let you scream at plot twists and steal their office wifi.”
You closed your eyes, cheeks warming even in the air-conditioner. He’d listed it all so casually. Like those weren’t the exact moments you’d replayed in your own head.
He’d looked at you the entire time without flinching or looking away.
And when his gaze had flicked to your lips—God. It hadn’t been accidental. It had been intentional. Slow. Hungry in the quietest way. Like he was already imagining what came after the “something” he’d promised to think of.
Your heart gave another stupid, traitorous thud.
What were you supposed to do with that?
Pretend it hadn’t happened?
Or... worse... actually hope he meant every word?
The train slowed for your stop.
You stood, gripping the overhead rail a little too tightly. The doors opened. Cool night air rushed in.
You stepped onto the platform, the crowd parting around you like water, and realized you were smiling. Small. Secret. The kind of smile that hurt a little because it was so new.
He hadn’t confessed. Not out loud. Not yet. But he’d spent weeks confessing in every other language he knew how to speak.
And you... bright, chaotic, drama-obsessed you... were finally starting to understand every single one. You pulled your phone out as you climbed the stairs to street level.
No new messages except “Text me when you reach home.”
You didn’t expect any.
But when you reached your apartment door and slipped inside, kicking off your sneakers, you let yourself whisper—just once, to the empty room, “Maybe I’m terrible at it too.”
Then you smiled again, bigger this time, and went to bed with the memory of his thumb on your pulse still tingling under your skin.
It happened so gradually that neither of you noticed until it was already too late. The “secret drama club” turned into something else entirely.
At first it was just occasional dinner after work.
Yoongi would text you a single line at 7:45 p.m. after office almost emptying... “Lobby. 10 minutes.”, and you’d find him waiting by the side entrance, hands in his coat pockets, pretending he hadn’t been checking his watch every thirty seconds.
He’d take you to the tiny samgyeopsal place three blocks away. You’d spend the entire meal teasing him about how he never talked much while he grumbled that you talked enough for both of you.
Then came the late-night drama marathons.
Sometimes at his penthouse, sometimes at yours.
You’d show up with your favorite spicy shrimp chips and a ridiculous amount of chocolate mochi, declaring each new episode. He’d pretend to be annoyed when you paused every five minutes to rant, but he never once told you to shut up.
Instead he’d just lean back, arm stretched along the couch behind you, and quietly say things like “That plot twist was predictable from episode three” while his fingers brushed your shoulder every time you laughed too hard.
It was a Thursday. The office was empty except for the hum of the air conditioning and the glow of your monitor. You were finishing a client presentation deck, eyes burning, when the lights in the hallway flickered on.
Yoongi appeared in your doorway, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, looking like he’d been waiting for you to give up.
“You’re still here,” he said.
You rubbed your eyes. “Deadline. You?”
“Same.” He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you for a beat. “When are you leaving?”
You glanced at the clock... 10:42 p.m., and sighed. “Just a few more minutes. Then I’m heading to the subway.”
He nodded once, expression unchanging. “Pack up. I’ll walk you out.”
You blinked. “You don’t have to. You’re staying till late, right? You were saying earlier you had some work.”
“I’ll stay a few more hours after,” he said simply. “Doesn’t mean I’m letting you walk alone this late.”
You didn’t argue.
There was something quietly final in his tone that made your chest feel warm despite the exhaustion. You saved the file, shut your laptop, grabbed your bag, and followed him to the elevators.
The building was silent except for the soft ding of each floor passing. Outside, the night air was crisp, streetlights were casting long shadows.
Halfway to the subway entrance, you slowed.
He slowed with you.
You reached out without thinking, grabbed the sleeve of his coat, fingers curling into the fabric.
“Yoongi.” You didn't correct yourself this time.
He stopped and looked down at your hand, then up at your face.
He made a soft questioning hum in his throat.
You swallowed. Heart suddenly loud in your ears. “Are we… dating?”
He sighed like the question personally offended him.
“You want an official stamp letter?” he asked, deadpan. “Company seal and everything?”
You stared at him. Blinked once. Twice. “…That’s not an answer.”
He stopped walking then.
He turned to face you fully under the yellow glow of a streetlamp. The city noise faded into background static. For once he didn’t look away, didn’t hide behind that trademark Min Yoongi poker face.
Just looked at you... steady, quiet, a little fond, a little exasperated.
“Is this not obvious?” he said softly.
Your brain short-circuited... Completely...
You opened your mouth. Closed it.
Felt your cheeks heat despite the cool night air. The subway entrance was twenty steps away, but it might as well have been on another planet.
All you could focus on was his sleeve still caught in your fingers, the way his eyes hadn’t left yours, the quiet way he was waiting—not pushing, not teasing, just… waiting.
Your cheeks burned. Your grip on his sleeve tightened.
“I… oh,” was all you managed.
Yoongi’s smile finally broke free into a soft chuckle... small, dangerous, devastating. “Yeah. Oh.”
He reached up, brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear like it was the easiest thing he’d ever done, then started walking again, gently tugging you along. “Come on. You’re going to miss the last train if you keep malfunctioning.”
You fell into step beside him, heart still racing, sleeve still in your grasp. You didn’t let go until you reached the platform.
“So… we’re dating,” you said, testing the words out loud.
“Congratulations,” he deadpanned. “You figured it out.”
You laughed—bright, unstoppable. “Does this mean I get to call you my boyfriend now?”
He groaned, but his fingers found yours and laced through them without hesitation. And when the train doors opened, he didn’t just nod this time. He leaned down... slow, deliberate... and pressed a quick, soft kiss to your forehead.
“Text me when you get home,” he said against your hair. Then he stepped back.
You stared at him, dazed, as the doors closed between you. The train pulled away. You touched your forehead, fingers trembling just a little.
And somewhere between Gangnam and your stop, you realized, Yeah... This was definitely dating.
The next morning you floated into the office like someone had replaced the floor with clouds.
Your steps were lighter, your smile wider. You even hummed the Drama OST under your breath while waiting for the elevator—something you never did in public.
When the doors opened on your floor, you practically skipped to your desk, dropping your bag with a happy little sigh and immediately opening your laptop with a dreamy grin.
Hoseok noticed first.
He froze mid-sip of his iced americano, eyes narrowing like a detective who’d just spotted a suspect. Jimin, two desks away, tilted his head and whispered, “Is she… glowing?”
Namjoon, ever the observant one, adjusted his glasses and muttered, “She’s daydreaming already and it’s only 8:45 a.m.”
The three of them exchanging the exact same we need to talk look without saying a single word.
For the next hour they watched you like hawks.
You stared at your screen for a solid thirty minutes without typing, chin in hand, replaying the way Yoongi’s thumb had brushed your wrist and how he’d said “Is this not obvious?” like it was the most normal thing in the world.
A tiny, ridiculous smile kept tugging at your lips.
Hoseok leaned over the partition. “Okay, spill. You look like you won the lottery and got free lifetime ramyeon.”
You blinked, snapping out of it. “What? I’m just… happy. Productivity vibes. New day, new me.”
Jimin appeared on your other side, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched. “New day, new you? You’ve been smiling at your keyboard like it just proposed to you. Twice.”
Namjoon slid into the empty chair beside your desk, pretending to check a file but clearly not. “You also checked your phone thrice and sighed dreamily in last 5 minutes. That’s not normal. Even for you.”
You tried to deflect, laughing a little too brightly. “Guys, I just had a really good sleep! And the drama last night was peak. Male lead almost confessed... almost. My heart is full.”
Hoseok wasn’t buying it.
He spun your chair so you faced all three of them. “Nope. This is different. We know you.”
Jimin poked your arm. “Come on, bestie. We’re your emotional support trio. Who do we need to threaten? Or congratulate? Or both?”
You felt your cheeks heat. You tried one last dodge. “It’s nothing. Really. Just… the usual.”
Namjoon gave you the disappointed look. “You’re blushing. You never blush like this even when you talk about drama.”
You bit your lip, trying to play coy. “Okay, fine. Let’s just say… the secret drama club got an upgrade. A very official upgrade.”
Silence... Then three simultaneous reactions exploded.
Hoseok’s mouth dropped open. “No.”
Namjoon actually stood up. “No way.”
Jimin grabbed your shoulders, shaking you gently like he was checking if you were real. “Girl. The CEO? I knew it! I knew the second he transferred Seung-ho that something was up! But dating?! You’re dating the boss?!”
Namjoon was still processing, glasses slightly askew.
You leaned back, cheeks still pink, sunshine brighter than ever. “You guys are the worst and the best. Just… be normal.”
Jimin was already vibrating. “We need details. Every single detail. Does he smile? Like an actual smile? Does he get soft when you tease him? I need to know if our grumpy CEO is whipped.”
Namjoon just shook his head, smiling despite himself. “Just… be careful, yeah? But also... congratulations.”
You leaned back in your chair, still glowing, still bubbling, and grinned at your three best friends.
“He’s still grumpy,” you said softly. “But he’s my grumpy now.”
Hoseok fake-gagged. Jimin squealed. Namjoon just sighed like a proud dad.
It been few weeks and the new intern arrived like a burst of golden retriever energy wrapped in a pressed white shirt and wide-eyed enthusiasm.
Jungkook was twenty-three, fresh out of university, ridiculously polite, and apparently incapable of going five minutes without smiling.
Within his first day he’d already helped three people carry boxes, complimented the office coffee machine.
And today somehow he ended up at your desk asking for help with the photocopier settings.
“Noona, want to grab lunch?” he asked, leaning against your partition with both hands in his pockets, head tilted like a curious puppy.
“There’s this new place around the corner that does really good bibimbap. My treat? As thanks for saving me from the printer apocalypse earlier.”
You laughed... easy, automatic, the same laugh you gave everyone who made you smile. “You’re buying already? Careful, I’ll get used to it.”
Jungkook grinned wider. “That’s the plan.”
From the two floor above, Yoongi watched the entire exchange, standing in hallway just outside his cabin.
He stood with his arms crossed, expression unreadable, but the way his jaw tightened when you laughed... at whatever Jungkook had just said was unmistakable.
He gestured animatedly, probably telling some story about his university days, and you nodded along, eyes crinkling at the corners.
Yoongi’s fingers tightened once against his bicep. When Jungkook walked away, then he also turned away, walked back to his desk, and picked up his phone.
Your phone buzzed two minutes later.
Yoongi: CEO wants to see you. Now.
You groaned loud enough that Hoseok peeked over from the next desk. “What now? Did you download another forty-eight gigabytes from your boyfriend's wi-fi?”
“Worse,” you muttered, standing up. “It's not the boyfriend who summons. It's the boss summons.”
You took the elevator up to the executive floor.
His office door was ajar. You knocked once, pushed it open.
Yoongi was seated on the wide black couch, legs crossed at the ankle, laptop balanced on his thighs as he typed with focused intensity. The room was dimmer than usual... blinds fully-closed. He didn’t look up when you entered.
“Yes, boss?” you asked, keeping your tone light and professional in case anyone was lingering in the hallway.
He kept typing for another few seconds—long enough to make you shift your weight, then closed the laptop with a quiet snap and set it aside on the cushion next to him.
Only then did he lift his gaze, dark eyes locking onto yours. “You’re close with the intern.”
You blinked. “...What?”
He leaned back against the couch, one arm stretched along the backrest, the other resting casually on his thigh. “You laughed at his joke.”
You stared at him, mouth parting slightly. The pieces clicked together so fast your brain almost made an audible sound. “You’re jealous.”
“I’m observant,” he corrected, voice low and even.
You crossed your arms. A slow smile started tugging at your lips despite yourself. “You’re jealous.”
He exhaled through his nose... the classic Yoongi sigh of reluctant surrender. “...Whatever.”
Your heart did a tiny, traitorous flip. The grumpy CEO of the entire company was lounging on his own office couch admitting that he was jealous over an intern’s lunch invitation.
It was ridiculous. It was adorable.
You crossed the room slowly, deliberately, until you were standing right in front of him. He watched every step, expression still guarded but eyes softer now, tracking you like he couldn’t look away.
You leaned down, cupped his cheek gently with one hand, and pressed a quick, soft kiss to the other cheek.
His eyes widened... comically, for half a second. The faint pout that had been forming on his lips froze, then deepened into something even more unfairly cute.
You pulled back, grinning. “There. Feel better?”
You started to straighten.
His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your wrist—not hard, just firm enough to stop you mid-step.
Before you could react, he tugged.
You stumbled forward with a small yelp.
He guided you down effortlessly, pulling you onto his lap until you were straddling him on the wide couch, knees sinking into the leather on either side of his hips, hands braced on his shoulders.
“Yoongi—”
He didn’t let you finish.
One hand slid to the back of your neck, the other curled possessively around your waist, and he kissed you.
Not the soft forehead pecks or the quick cheek brushes of the past few weeks.
This was different.
This was hungry.
His lips moved against yours with quiet, deliberate intensity—like he’d been holding this back for longer than he’d ever admit. You gasped softly into his mouth and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tilting his head just enough to fit perfectly.
Your fingers found his hair, threading through the dark strands, tugging lightly. He made a low sound in the back of his throat... half growl, half sigh, that sent heat racing down your spine.
The kiss turned heated fast.
His hands slid under your blouse, palms warm and broad against the bare skin of your lower back, pulling you closer until your chest was flush against his. You rocked forward instinctively, hips pressing down, and he groaned—quiet, controlled, but unmistakable.
The sound vibrated straight through you.
One hand left your back to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your cheekbone as he kissed you slower now, deeper, savoring every slide of tongue, every small sound you made.
The couch leather creaked softly beneath you both.
You pulled back just enough to breathe, lips hovering over his, swollen and slick.
“Still jealous?” you whispered, voice wrecked, teasing.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead he dragged his teeth lightly over your bottom lip, tugging before releasing it with a soft pop. “Shut up,” he muttered, but there was no real bite in it—only heat.
You grinned against his mouth. “Make me.”
His eyes darkened instantly. “Careful what you ask for.”
Before you could fire back, he kissed you again—harder this time, possessive, one hand sliding up your spine under the blouse until his fingers splayed between your shoulder blades, holding you exactly where he wanted.
You whimpered into his mouth when he nipped at your tongue, then soothed it with a slow, filthy lick. Your hips rolled down again—deliberate this time.
He hissed through his teeth, fingers digging into your waist.
“Fuck,” he breathed against your lips, the rare curse slipping out like he couldn’t help it. “You’re gonna kill me.”
You pulled his hair a little harder, tilting his head back so you could kiss along the sharp line of his jaw. “You’re so dramatic.”
He let his head fall back against the couch for a second, throat exposed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Then his hands slid lower, gripping your hips, guiding you into another slow grind that made both of you gasp.
“Not dramatic,” he rasped. “Territorial.”
You nipped at the spot just under his ear... the one that always made him shiver. “Say it properly.”
He turned his face, catching your lips again in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. “You’re mine,” he said between kisses, voice gravel-rough. “Not his noona. Not anyone’s. Mine.”
You moaned softly, fingers tightening in his hair. “Then prove it.”
His control snapped—just a little.
In one smooth motion he flipped you both so your back hit the couch cushions, him hovering over you, one knee braced between your thighs. The new angle pressed him right where you wanted, hard and insistent through his slacks.
You arched up instinctively, chasing friction, and he dropped his forehead to yours with a strangled sound.
“Tease,” he accused, voice wrecked.
“Says the man who dragged me onto his lap in the middle of the workday.”
He leaned down slowly, eyes locked on yours, dark and intent.
His fingers found the top button of your blouse. One by one he worked them open watching your face the entire time. The fabric parted inch by inch, revealing skin, lace, the rapid rise and fall of your chest.
When the last button gave way, he didn’t pull the blouse completely off; he simply pushed the sides apart, letting the material slide off your shoulders just enough to pool loosely around your elbows, trapping your arms in the softest, most teasing restraint.
Only then did his mouth find your neck.
Open-mouthed kisses, teeth grazing, sucking lightly enough to leave faint marks you’d have to hide tomorrow. You tilted your head back, giving him more room, fingers digging into his shoulders through his shirt.
“Yoongi…” His name came out like a plea.
He hummed against your skin, pleased, the vibration traveling straight down your spine. “Say it again.”
“Yoongi,” you breathed, louder this time, hips chasing up in a slow, deliberate grind. “Please.”
He groaned, low and filthy, and kissed you once more... desperate now, all pretense gone. Hands everywhere. Hips rocking together in a rhythm that had the couch creaking louder, leather protesting under the movement.
When you finally broke apart again, both of you were panting, foreheads pressed together, hair mussed, clothes askew—your blouse hanging open and draped around your elbows, his shirt half-untucked, tie completely forgotten somewhere on the floor.
He looked down at you... eyes blown dark, lips red and wet, expression wrecked and possessive and so unbearably soft at the edges.
“You’re ridiculous,” you whispered, lips brushing his as you spoke. “Jealous over a freshly graduate intern.”
He huffed a laugh against your mouth... short, breathless, the sound vibrating through your chest. “He called you noona.”
You pulled back just enough to look at him. His hair was mussed, lips red and wet, eyes dark and a little dazed. Still grumpy, but the possessiveness in his gaze was unmistakable.
“You’re mine,” he said quietly. Not a question... Not a demand...
Just a fact he was stating.
Your heart stuttered.
You leaned in again, pressing one more soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Yeah,” you murmured. “I am.”
He kissed you once more... slow this time, almost gentle... then rested his forehead against yours, hands still firm on your waist.
“Stay for lunch,” he said, voice rougher than usual. “Here... No interns.”
You laughed softly. “Deal. But only if you admit you were jealous.”
He sighed again—long, dramatic. “...Maybe.”
You grinned, pressing one last teasing kiss to his pout.
The conference room was dead silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional nervous cough from the marketing team.
The quarterly strategy presentation was in full swing.
Yoongi sat at the head of the long table, arms crossed, expression carved from stone... pure intimidating CEO mode. His dark eyes scanned every slide like he was personally auditing the company’s soul.
The team was sweating. Literally sweating...
Someone’s tie looked two sizes too tight, and the intern Jungkook kept wiping his palms on his pants under the table. You were midway through your section, laser pointer steady, voice professional, when your phone buzzed once against your thigh.
You glanced down under the table.
Notification: Episode 25 of Love in the Slow Lane – FINALE RELEASED!
Your automatic sunshine smile broke through before you could stop it. Without thinking... because your brain apparently short-circuited at the words “finale released”—you unlocked your phone under the table and fired off a quick text to the only person who would understand the urgency.
You: Final episode dropped... 🥰🤩
You hit send and slipped the phone back into your lap, heart already racing with excitement.
Two seconds later, your laptop—currently screen-sharing to the projector—lit up with the incoming message notification in massive, crystal-clear letters across the entire wall.
Yoongi: DON’T YOU DARE WATCH WITHOUT ME.
The chat bubble hovered there for everyone to see. Bold. Unmissable. Phone mirroring had betrayed you in the most spectacular way possible.
The room froze.
Marketing team manager Mr. Park slowly turned his head toward you like a horror-movie ghost. Then toward Yoongi. Then back to you. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
Namjoon, Jimin, and Hoseok, who had been sitting in the back row pretending to take notes... were visibly fighting for their lives. Namjoon had both hands clamped over his mouth, shoulders shaking.
Jimin was biting his lip so hard it was turning white, eyes watering with suppressed laughter. Hoseok had pressed his forehead to the table and was making tiny wheezing noises into his sleeve.
Jungkook, the poor innocent intern, stared at the projector with wide bunny eyes, mouth forming a perfect O. “Wait… what?”
A stunned whisper floated from the left side of the table.
“…without him?”
Another, louder: “Episode?”
Then Jungkook... bless his pure innocent heart... whispered in absolute shock, “They… watch dramas together??”
The entire room turned into a sea of 👁️👄👁️ faces. Someone dropped their pen. Another person’s coffee cup tilted dangerously.
Yoongi didn’t even blink.
He simply leaned back in his chair, voice calm and terrifyingly composed. “Miss Y/N, you may continue with the presentation.”
You felt your soul leave your body, hover near the ceiling for a second, then slam back in.
Your face was on fire.
You cleared your throat, somehow managed to point at the next slide with a trembling laser, and continued like the professional you were pretending to be. “A-as I was saying… the proposed budget allocation for Q3 campaigns…”
The rest of the meeting dragged on in awkward, electric silence.
Namjoon had to fake a coughing fit to hide his laughter.
Jimin kept muttering “oh my god when this meeting will end” under his breath.
Hoseok was now hiding behind his notebook, shoulders still shaking.
Jungkook looked like he’d just discovered his favorite noona was secretly living in a K-drama.
When the final slide clicked off and the lights came back up, Yoongi stood slowly, buttoning his suit jacket with the same calm precision he used for everything else.
Before anyone could bolt or start whispering, he spoke—casual, low, like he was announcing the weather.
“Before any of you decide to spread rumors in the group chat, let me make this clear.” He glanced once around the room, then settled his gaze on you. “She is my girlfriend.”
The silence that followed was so complete you could hear the sound of your heart thumping so louder.
Yoongi continued, completely unbothered. “We’ve been together for a while now.” A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Any questions?”
No one dared.
Jungkook’s hand shot up instinctively, then immediately dropped like he’d touched a hot stove.
Namjoon finally lost the battle and let out a strangled laugh-snort into his fist. Jimin wheezed, “I NEED AIR!” while Hoseok just clapped once, slow and proud, muttering, “Finally.”
Yoongi looked at you across the table, eyes soft in that secret way only you could read. “Meeting adjourned.”
You stood there, blouse still perfectly professional, cheeks burning, heart doing cartwheels. The entire marketing floor was about to explode with gossip.
And you?
You were officially, publicly, undeniably the CEO’s girlfriend.
Destiny really had chosen violence today.
The building had gone completely quiet by the time you slipped into Yoongi’s office. The last fluorescent light in the hallway flickered off behind you as the door clicked shut.
He was already on the couch, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking far too relaxed for someone who’d just detonated your secret life in front of whole marketing department.
You crossed your arms and launched in immediately.
“Why are you so harsh on the marketing team? My manager was literally shaking before the meeting even started. You stared at him like he personally invented budget overruns.”
Yoongi didn’t reply.
Instead he reached out, fingers curling around your wrist, and tugged you forward until you stood between his knees. Before you could pull away, he stood up and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss along your jaw.
You tried to keep your scolding tone. “And don’t think you can distract me. Announcing we’re dating in the middle of a quarterly strategy meeting? Really? Everyone's eyes were this big...”
You held up two fingers an inch apart “...and Namjoon nearly choked on air trying not to laugh. The whole room went silent. Like funeral silent.”
His lips moved lower, trailing hot kisses down the side of your neck, sucking gently at the spot that always made your breath hitch.
You kept going, voice faltering only slightly. “You can’t just... mhmm—drop ‘she’s my girlfriend’ like it’s the weather forecast. People are going to talk. HR is going to talk. I was trying to act normal and you...”
He kissed the corner of your mouth, then the tip of your nose, then your cheek... soft, teasing pecks that melted the edges of your fake anger.
His hands slid to your waist, pulling you down on the couch with him until you were straddling his lap, skirt riding up your thighs.
You kept going, even as your voice started to breath. “And don’t think I missed how you looked at me the whole meeting like you were already planning this. Ughhh... You’re impossible. I came here to be mad at you, not—”
Yoongi hummed against your skin, the vibration sending sparks straight down your spine. “Keep complaining,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “I like it when you’re feisty.”
You tried. You really did. “The finale dropped and now everyone knows we watch dramas together and... wait, what about the finale? We were supposed to watch it tonight—”
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, dark and hungry.
“Fuck the finale,” he said, voice low and rough. “We can watch it tomorrow.”
Then he kissed you properly... deep and filthy, tongue sliding against yours like he was starving for it.
Your complaints dissolved into a soft moan as his hands roamed up your sides, fingers deftly working the buttons of your blouse open one by one.
He parted it slowly, pushing the sides apart to reveal your bra, then reached behind you to unhook it with a single practiced flick. The lace fell away and he palmed your breasts immediately, thumbs circling your nipples until they hardened under his touch.
“Yoongi... wait... we’re still in the office—”
“Empty building,” he murmured against your throat, teeth grazing your pulse. “Door's locked... No one’s coming back.”
You rocked down against the hard length straining through his slacks, already wet and aching. “You’re impossible. I came here to yell at you.”
He chuckled low in his chest, the sound vibrating through you. “Yell louder then.” His fingers slipped under your skirt, pushing your panties aside, stroking through your slick folds. “Or moan my name. Either works.”
You gasped when he circled your clit, slow and teasing. “This isn’t fair.”
“Never said I play fair.”
You arched into him with a whimper. “Yoongi—”
He hummed approval against your mouth, pinching lightly, rolling the peaks between his fingers until you were squirming in his lap.
“Love when you say my name like that,” he murmured, voice gravel-rough. “Keep going.”
His mouth left yours to trail down your throat, open-mouthed kisses turning into bites and sucks that would leave faint purple marks by morning.
When he reached your breasts he didn’t hesitate—lips closing around one nipple, tongue flicking, then sucking hard enough to make you cry out.
His hand worked the other, pinching and tugging in rhythm with his mouth until you were panting, fingers tangled in his hair, hips grinding down desperately. “Yoongi... please—”
He switched sides, giving the other nipple the same filthy attention, teeth grazing just enough to sting sweetly. “So sensitive,” he rasped against your skin. “Already dripping for me and I have just started.”
You whined, tugging his hair harder. “Then touch me properly.”
He lifted you just enough to shove your skirt up to your waist, fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down your thighs in one slow, deliberate pull.
You kicked them off somewhere behind the couch, the soft fabric whispering against the floor.
His hand slid between your legs immediately... two fingers stroking through your slick folds, parting you gently before circling your clit once, twice, slow and teasing.
You gasped, head falling back against the couch cushion. “Fuck... Fuck... yes—”
He watched your face intently, eyes dark and focused. “Already this soaked,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Just from me calling you mine in front of the whole room?”
You nodded frantically, hips twitching toward his hand. “Yes—God, yes... couldn’t stop thinking about it—”
“About what?” He pushed both fingers inside you in one smooth glide, curling them upward right away, pressing against that spot that made your breath hitch. “Tell me.”
You moaned, thighs trembling. “About… about how you looked at me. Like you wanted to drag me out of there right then. Claim me.”
He groaned at your words, pumping slowly at first, long, deep strokes—then faster, thumb finding your clit again and rubbing tight, relentless circles.
“I did,” he rasped. “Still do. Every time someone looks at you too long I want to remind them who you belong to.”
“Yoongi...” Your voice cracked on his name as he curled harder, scissoring his fingers slightly to stretch you. “...Fuck—right there... don’t stop—”
“Like this?” He angled his wrist, pressing deeper, thumb never leaving your clit. “Or harder?”
“Harder... please—fuck, just like that...”
He added a third finger without warning, the stretch burning sweetly, filling you completely. You cried out, back arching off the couch, walls clenching around him.
“Too much?” he asked, voice suddenly softer, though his fingers didn’t slow.
“No... no... perfect,” you panted, hips rocking desperately to meet every thrust. “Feels so good... don’t you dare stop—”
He leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “You’re dripping down my hand, baby. Making such a mess. All because I said you’re mine?”
“Yes... yes—yours... only yours—” You were babbling now, words tumbling out between moans. “Keep going... please... gonna come—”
Your thighs shook violently, walls fluttering wildly around him. “Yoongi... close—fuck... I’m...”
Then he pulled out suddenly, ignoring your frustrated whine.
“Not yet,” he said, voice wrecked and gravelly from restraint. “Want to taste you first.”
He flipped you onto your back on the couch in one smooth, practiced motion, spreading your thighs wide with firm hands. Before you could even catch your breath, his mouth was on you—tongue flat and broad, dragging a long, slow stripe up your center from entrance to clit.
The first contact made your hips jerk off the leather. “Fuck... Yoongi..”
He hummed in approval against your folds, the low vibration traveling straight through your core. “You are so wet for me,” he murmured, lips brushing your clit as he spoke. “Taste so fucking good.”
You cried out when he sucked your clit into his mouth—gentle at first, then harder, flicking the tip of his tongue in tight, rapid circles.
Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling and tugging hard enough to make him groan into you.
“Like that?” he rasped between licks, pulling back just enough for you to feel the words against your swollen flesh. “Tell me.”
“Yes—Go deep, yes... don’t stop... ”
He plunged his tongue inside you then, fucking you with it in slow, deep strokes while his thumbs spread you open wider, exposing every sensitive inch. You bucked against his face, thighs trembling.
“Yoongi... oh my God... right there—”
He growled low, the sound rumbling through you like thunder. “That’s it. Ride my tongue, baby. Use me.”
You did... hips grinding shamelessly against his mouth, chasing the pressure of his tongue curling inside you. He pulled back for a second, lips glistening, eyes dark and blown as he looked up at you.
“Look at you,” he said hoarsely, voice thick with want. “Falling apart just from my mouth. So fucking pretty when you’re desperate.”
“Yoongi... please—” Your voice cracked, hips canting up toward him. “I need—more... ”
He didn’t make you beg twice.
He dove back in, lips sealing around your clit again, sucking hard while two fingers slid inside you—curling immediately against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
He pumped them in time with the flick of his tongue, relentless, filthy wet sounds filling the quiet office.
“Gonna come for me?” he asked, words muffled against your pussy. “Want to feel you come on my tongue. Want to taste it.”
“Y-Yes—fuck... yes...”
He sucked harder, fingers curling faster, thumb pressing firm circles just above where his mouth worked. The coil in your belly snapped without warning.
You came hard and fast, thighs clamping around his head, back arching off the couch, a broken, loud moan of his name tearing from your throat as you pulsed around his fingers and tongue.
He didn’t stop... kept licking you through it, slower now, gentler, drawing out every aftershock until you were whimpering, oversensitive and shaking.
When he finally pulled back, lips and chin shiny, he crawled up your body, pressing soft, wet kisses along your stomach, between your breasts, finally to your mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he murmured against your lips, kissing you deep so you could taste the evidence of your release on his tongue.
You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, boneless and wrecked.
“Still mad at me?” he whispered, smirking against your lips.
You laughed breathlessly, fingers tangled in his hair around nape. “Shut up and fuck me already.”
He chuckled low, already reaching for his belt. “Yes, ma’am.”
He rose up just enough to shove his pants and boxers down his thighs, cock springing free—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip. He lined up carefully, eyes never leaving yours, and pushed inside in one slow, deep stroke.
Both of you groaned at the stretch, low and long.
“Fuck,” he hissed, voice softer now, almost reverent. “So tight… always feel so fucking perfect around me.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, ankles crossing at the small of his back, pulling him deeper until there was no space left between you. Your hands slid up his arms, fingers curling around his biceps.
“Yoongi…” you breathed, voice trembling with how full you felt. “Slow… please. Just like this.”
He stilled for a heartbeat, forehead dropping to rest against yours, breathing you in. Then he began to move... long, measured rolls of his hips, dragging out every inch on the withdrawal before sliding back in just as deep.
The couch creaked softly beneath you, a gentle rhythm now instead of frantic.
“Like this?” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “Just feel me?”
You nodded, eyes fluttering. “Yeah… just like that. Don’t stop.”
One of his hands cradled the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair. The other slipped between your bodies, fingertips finding your clit and circling with the lightest pressure—enough to keep the pleasure building slow and steady, never rushing.
“Look at me,” he whispered when your lashes started to flutter shut again. His voice was rough with emotion, not command. “Want to see you. Every second.”
You forced your eyes open, meeting his dark, unguarded gaze. There was no smirk, no teasing glint... just raw adoration and something achingly tender.
“Yoongi…” Your voice cracked on his name. “I love you.”
The words slipped out unplanned, quiet and certain.
He froze for half a breath, then exhaled shakily against your mouth. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” you repeated, softer, fingers tightening in his hair. “So much.”
He kissed you then—slow, deep, swallowing the tiny sound you made as he rolled his hips in that same gentle rhythm. When he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice was wrecked.
“Love you too,” he said against your lips, the confession almost a groan. “Fuck… love you so much it hurts sometimes.”
Your walls fluttered around him at the words.
He felt it... groaned low in his throat—and kept moving, steady, unhurried, letting the pleasure build like a tide.
“You’re close again,” he murmured, thumb still circling your clit with feather-light touches. “Can feel you squeezing me… so sweet.”
You nodded frantically, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from how good it felt, how full, how loved. “Yoongi... please—”
“Come with me,” he rasped, pressing his forehead to yours again. “Want to feel you come around me while I’m inside you. Just us.”
The words, the gentle grind of his hips, the soft circles of his thumb—it all crested at once.
You came with a soft, broken cry of his name, clenching tight around him, trembling from head to toe. Tears slipped down your temples as the pleasure rolled through you in long, warm waves.
He followed right after—burying himself as deep as he could go, hips stuttering, a low, wrecked groan tearing from his throat as he spilled inside you.
For a long minute you just breathed... sweaty, tangled, hearts hammering against each other.
He didn’t pull out.
Instead he shifted carefully, rolling so you were draped across his chest, still connected, his arms wrapping around you like he never wanted to let go.
“Stay like this,” he whispered into your hair, voice thick. “Just a little longer.”
You pressed a trembling kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Always.”
He exhaled shakily, one hand stroking slow circles on your bare back.
“Love you,” he said again, quieter this time, like the words were still new and precious.
You smiled against his skin, eyes closing. “Love you more.”
As the moment settled down, you finally laughed weakly, fingers carding through his damp hair. “So… we’re really doing this? Full public dating era?”
He pressed a lazy kiss to your temple. “Told you. You’re mine.”
You tilted his chin up, meeting his eyes. “And you’re mine. No more glaring at interns. Or announcing things in meetings without warning me.”
He smirked. “No promises.”
You swatted his shoulder lightly. “Yoongi.”
“Fine,” he conceded, kissing your palm. “I’ll warn you next time. Maybe.”
You rolled your eyes, but the smile wouldn’t leave your face. “And the finale?”
“Tomorrow,” he promised, already nuzzling back into your neck. “Your place. Snacks. No interruptions. Then I’ll love you on your couch too.”
You laughed, bright and helpless. “Deal.”
He hummed contentedly, arms tightening around you. “Stay with me at my penthouse tonight,” he murmured against your skin.
And as the city lights glittered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, you let yourself melt completely into the man who had turned your entire life into the best kind of k-drama.
A/n: Guys, can somebody let me know why Yoongi is bias wrecking me so bad currently? Also Thanks to him, I am still sobbing while listening to Like Animals, especially the lyrics of his verse😭😭😭
Need some advice for two au’s👉🏼👈🏼 for a mafia au what positions would the boys probably be in? And for the mythical what do you think the boys would be as a mythical creature?
Still pretty new here so I haven’t really figured out the boys that much 😅
Well opinions can differ from person to person, but if I had to assign them -
Mafia AU
RM - Strategist (I love Namjoon's sexy brain 😉)
Jin - Mafia Heir (Still can't get over Jin Wick 😩)
Suga - Hacker (Always busy on his phone/ tab/ laptop 😂)
J-hope - Finance (Handles connections, clubs, money laundering, deals etc.🤑)
Jimin - Manipulator (who is expert at Social engineering 😏)
V - hitman (cause he loves Shooting in America Street 😌)
JK - right hand fighter (more like Bodyguard 😎)
Mythical AU
RM - Dragon
Jin - Siren
Suga - Hybrid cat
J-Hope - Gumiho (9-tailed fox)
Jimin - Vampire
V - Incubus
JK - werewolf
Pairing: Cafe_Owner!Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Healing, Overwhelm/Burnout Themes, Slice of life, Romance, Smut, Fluff, Strangers-to-Friends-to-Lovers, Slow-Burn, Countryside life
Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI
Warnings: Overwhelm/Burnout Themes, Healing, Fear of losing, Feeling of insecurity, Explicit sexual content [make out in waterfall-pool, lots of kissing, oral f receiving, unprotected sex (refrain IRL)], Body worship, emotional intimacy, emotional love making
Word Count: ~12k
[MASTERLIST]
The old wooden gate creaked as you pushed it open, dragging your suitcase behind you. The countryside air smelled of salt, pine, and wet earth.
It was quieter here.
Too quiet.
Your mind, however, was still loud... replaying arguments, harsh words, and the suffocating pressure of Seoul that had finally broken you.
Your grandma was already waiting on the porch, her silver hair tied in a neat bun, a warm shawl draped over her shoulders.
“Halmeoni…” Your voice came out smaller than you expected.
She didn’t say anything at first. She just walked down the steps and pulled you into a tight hug.
You felt your shoulders tremble.
“You don’t have to handle everything alone, my dear,” she whispered, rubbing your back. “You can come to me anytime you want. And now you’re here. That’s enough for today.”
You swallowed hard. “I just… needed to leave. Everything felt too heavy.”
“I know, I know.” She cupped your face gently. “No explanations needed right now. Come inside. I made your favourite tea.”
Later that evening, your grandma insisted on taking you for a short walk to get some sea air.
You reluctantly agreed.
The seaside café came into view, a charming wooden structure with fairy lights strung along the railing and tables scattered on the sand facing the waves.
A big handwritten board outside read: JK's Little Haven ~ Coffee, Food & Good Vibes.
A tall, energetic guy was laughing loudly with a group of locals. His dark hair was slightly messy from the sea breeze, sleeves rolled up, and a bright smile that seemed to light up the entire patio.
Your grandma waved enthusiastically. “Jungkook-ah!”
The man turned, his eyes crinkling with warmth the moment he saw her. “Halmeoni…! You came!” He jogged over and gave her a gentle hug. Then his gaze shifted to you.
“And who’s this beautiful guest?” he asked, flashing you a dazzling smile.
Your grandma beamed. “This is my granddaughter. She just arrived from Seoul today.”
Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with genuine interest. “Seoul? Wow. Welcome to our little paradise! I’m Jungkook, owner of this café. Best coffee on this coast, I promise.”
He extended his hand.
You looked at his hand for a second, then shook it briefly, your grip limp.
“Hi,” you said flatly.
He didn’t seem discouraged at all. “First time in the countryside?”
“Yeah...”
“Must be a big change from the city, huh? The air feels different, right? Like your lungs can finally breathe.”
You gave a small nod, avoiding eye contact. “It’s… quiet.”
Jungkook chuckled softly. “Quiet is good sometimes. But if it gets too quiet, just come here. I can be as loud as you want.” He winked playfully.
Your grandma laughed. “See? This boy is full of energy. He brings sunshine wherever he goes.”
You forced a small, polite smile but didn’t reply.
Jungkook tilted his head, still smiling. “Would you like something to drink? On the house for Halmeoni’s granddaughter. I just made fresh lemonade with mint from my backyard. Or maybe iced americano if you’re a Seoul girl through and through?”
“I’m fine,” you replied softly, almost curt. “Thank you.”
He nodded, unfazed. “No pressure at all. But the offer stays open anytime. I’m here every day.”
As you and your grandma turned to leave, he called out cheerfully, “Come back soon! And Halmeoni, tell me if you need help with the leaking tap again!”
The next morning, you sat on the porch with a book you weren’t really reading. From a distance, you could see Jungkook near the town square.
An old lady was struggling with heavy grocery bags.
Jungkook immediately ran over.
“Imo! Why didn’t you call me?” he scolded gently, taking all the bags from her. “These are too heavy for you.”
“Aigoo, Jungkook-ah, you’re always so busy…”
“Never too busy for you,” he said with a grin. “Let’s go, I’ll carry them home and fix that broken shelf you told me about yesterday.”
You watched as he walked with her, chatting animatedly the whole way, making her laugh.
Next day, you noticed him again. He was on his knees fixing a bicycle for a group of kids. Their laughter echoed across the street as he made silly faces while tightening the chain.
“Hyung, you’re the coolest!” one boy shouted.
Jungkook ruffled his hair. “Only because I have the coolest kids in town. Now, who wants to race me on their bikes later?”
Your grandma appeared beside you with tea.
“He’s a good boy,” she said softly.
“That Jungkook… he helps everyone. Lost his own parents young, but instead of becoming bitter, he decided to become everyone’s son.” She sighed happily. “He would bring sunshine into anyone’s life.”
You stared at your tea. “He seems… too loud and chaotic.”
Grandma chuckled. “Or maybe you’ve been judging him too soon... without knowing him properly.”
You didn’t reply.
Few days later, you wandered into the café alone, mostly because your grandma had gently pushed you out, saying you couldn’t stay locked inside forever.
Jungkook was behind the counter, humming while wiping glasses. The moment he saw you, his whole face lit up.
“Hey! You came!” He leaned forward excitedly. “I was starting to think I scared you away with my charm.”
You sat at the counter, keeping your expression neutral. “Just… needed a change of scenery.”
“Understandable. City girl in the countryside.” He grinned. “So, what can I get you? Lemonade? Coffee? I made a strawberry cake too. Fresh strawberries from the farm nearby.”
“Just regular coffee. Black. No sugar.”
“Coming right up!” He moved efficiently, but kept talking. “You know, most people who come from Seoul say they hate it here for the first week. Then they never want to leave. Something about the sea and the slow life.”
You watched him pour the coffee. “I’m not most people.”
He slid the mug toward you with a soft smile. “Good. I like that.”
He paused, then added gently, “If you ever feel like talking… or even if you don’t and just want to sit here quietly, the seat is always open. No pressure.”
You looked up at him for the first time properly. His eyes were kind. Annoyingly kind.
“…Thanks,” you mumbled.
He smiled again, that bright, warm smile that refused to dim even when he faced with your coldness. “Anytime.”
You told yourself you were only returning to the café for the coffee.
Not for him.
Yet here you were, on your fourth visit in five days, sitting at the corner table near the window.
Jungkook spotted you instantly. His smile stretched wide as he wiped his hands on his apron and walked over.
“Well, well… look who decided to grace my humble café again,” he teased, leaning one hip against the table. “Four times in five days. Should I be worried or flattered?”
You glanced up at him dryly. “Don’t flatter yourself. Your coffee is decent. That’s it.”
“Decent?” He clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me. I make the best coffee on this coast and you call it decent?”
You fought back a smile. “It’s acceptable. Barely.”
He grinned, clearly enjoying this. “Acceptable. I’ll take it. So… same as usual? Black coffee, no sugar, extra cold heart on the side?”
You raised an eyebrow. “You’re annoying.”
“And yet you keep coming back here... for the coffee... mostly,” he shot back playfully, winking before heading to the counter.
Two days later, you showed up again in the late afternoon when the café was almost empty. Jungkook was stacking cups when you approached the counter.
You took a deep breath. “Do you need any help here? Like... got any openings?”
He froze mid-motion, then slowly turned around, trying but failing to look casual.
“Help… like… a job?” His voice was steady, but his eyes were sparkling with excitement.
“Yeah. I can’t just sit at home all day. I’ll go crazy. I can make coffee, clean, serve tables… whatever you need.”
Jungkook leaned on the counter, pretending to think seriously.
He pulled out a notepad and pen like this was a real interview. “Alright, Miss Seoul. Let’s do this properly. Name?”
You stared at him. “You already know my name.”
“Formalities matter,” he said smugly. “Name?”
You sighed. “...Y/n.”
“Age?”
“You don’t need my age.”
“Wrong answer. I need to know if you’re old enough to handle my chaotic energy,” he teased.
“I’m old enough to handle you just fine,” you replied sarcastically.
Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Oh? Bold. I like it.” He scribbled something dramatically. “Previous experience?”
“Worked part-time at cafés during college. I can handle rush hours.”
“Impressive. Reason for wanting to work here?” He looked at you with soft, curious eyes now.
You shrugged. “I need something to do. And… your café isn’t terrible.”
“Not terrible,” he repeated, laughing. “High praise. You’re hired.”
You blinked. “That’s it? You need anything else?”
“Nope.” He grinned brightly and extended his hand. “Welcome to the team, partner. Start tomorrow morning?”
You shook his hand. His palm was warm and calloused. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“Too late,” he said cheekily. “You’re stuck with me now.”
“Table 3 is waiting for their order!” during first day on the Job, Jungkook called out, carrying a tray.
“I’m not blind, Jungkook,” you replied, grabbing the drinks. “Stop hovering.”
“I’m not hovering. I’m supervising,” he said, following you anyway. “Also, you look cute in the apron.”
You shot him a glare over your shoulder. “Focus on work.”
“Yes, Boss,” he said innocently, but you caught him smiling behind your back.
Later that week, one day while you were wiping tables together after closing, he started.
“You’re actually good at this,” he said, stacking chairs. “The customers like you. Especially the elders. They keep asking about you when you are not around.”
“They’re sweet,” you admitted quietly.
Jungkook glanced at you, surprised by the soft tone. “And me? Am I sweet too?”
“You’re… chaotic,” you muttered while hiding the smile.
He laughed loudly. “I’ll take that as compliment. Progress!”
One late evening, after a busy day, you two were doing the final clean up. The café was quiet except for the sound of waves crashing outside and the soft hum of the fridge.
Jungkook handed you a glass of cold lemonade. “Here. You worked hard today. Drink this before you collapse.”
You took it, surprised. “Thanks.”
He leaned against the counter beside you, both of you staring out at the dark sea for a while. After a comfortable silence, he spoke gently. “So… how are you feeling here? Really.”
You sipped the lemonade slowly.
You stayed silent for a moment, then answered honestly, “Better than Seoul. But sometimes my head still gets loud.”
He nodded slowly, not pushing. “That’s okay. Loud heads need quiet places. And if it gets too loud again… I’m here. You can talk, or you can just sit next to me in silence. No need to explain.”
You glanced at him. The warm lighting made his features look softer.
He was staring at the ocean, giving you space.
“You’re… not what I expected,” you said softly.
Jungkook turned to you with a gentle smile. “What did you expect?”
“Someone way more annoying,” you said honestly.
Jungkook laughed loudly, the sound warm and bright. “I am annoying. You just haven’t unlocked my final form yet.”
You shook your head, but a small, real smile slipped out.
Jungkook noticed immediately. His eyes softened. “There it is.”
“What?”
“Your smile. You’ve been hiding it from me for weeks.”
“Shut up,” you muttered, turning away to hide your face, but your smile only grew.
“Make me,” he teased, voice dropping playfully.
The air suddenly felt thicker.
You both went quiet, the tension humming between you.
Finally, you cleared your throat and picked up the mop. “We still have to mop the floor.”
“Yes, boss,” he said softly, almost affectionately.
You paused mid-mop and raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s your café, Jungkook. Technically, you’re the boss here.”
He stopped wiping and turned to you fully, leaning on the table with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
“Nah,” he said, shaking his head.
“I love how you order me around. The way you tell me what to do with that serious face… it’s cute. Makes me want to obey you immediately.”
You scoffed, trying to ignore the way your cheeks warmed. “That’s ridiculous. You’re the owner. Stop playing around.”
“But I’m serious,” he continued, stepping a little closer, still grinning.
“You say ‘Jungkook, stack those chairs properly’ and I’m suddenly the most obedient employee in the world. You say ‘Wipe that counter again’ and I do it happily. So tell me… who’s really the boss here?”
You glared at him, but there was no real heat behind it. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet you like ordering me around,” he teased, biting his lip to hold back a bigger smile. “Admit it. You secretly enjoy having me under your control.”
“Keep talking and I’ll make you mop the entire floor by yourself,” you shot back, trying to sound stern but failing as a laugh slipped out.
Jungkook’s eyes widened dramatically. “See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about! One threat from you and my heart is racing. You’re definitely the boss, sweetheart.”
Your breath hitched at the sudden pet name, but you quickly recovered. “Don't call me that.”
He laughed, bright and unrestrained.
You both continued cleaning, but the air between you felt lighter and heavier at the same time, filled with playful tension that was getting harder to ignore.
After locking up the café, Jungkook insisted on walking you all the way home. The moonlight painted the quiet path in soft silver as you walked side by side.
The only sounds were your footsteps and the distant waves.
When you reached your grandma’s gate, he stopped and turned to you with a soft smile.
“See you tomorrow, boss,” he said gently, giving you that signature wink.
You rolled your eyes, but your lips were already curving into a smile. “Goodnight, Jungkook.”
He waited until you were safely inside the gate, then turned and started walking back toward his place. You stood there for a moment, watching his figure slowly disappear down the moonlit path.
That’s when it hit you.
You were starting to look forward to every single day with him.
The campfire nights had slowly become your favourite part of the week. It had already been more than three months since you first arrived in this countryside town.
Three months of knowing Jungkook.
From awkward silences to playful banter, from reluctant smiles to genuine laughter, he had become a steady, warm presence in your life without ever pushing too hard.
Every Friday, Jungkook lit a big bonfire on the sand beside the café.
Locals gathered with blankets, homemade snacks, and cheerful chatter. The waves provided a soothing rhythm in the background while fairy lights glowed softly overhead.
You were sitting on a wide bench near the fire, wrapped in a cozy blanket, when Jungkook picked up his guitar. The moment his fingers touched the strings, the crowd quieted down in anticipation.
He played a gentle, heartfelt melody.
Then his smooth, slightly raspy voice filled the night air. Halfway through the song, his eyes found yours across the fire. And they stayed there.
His gaze was soft, full of quiet affection and patience.
The firelight danced beautifully on his face, making him look almost unreal. Your heart fluttered wildly. You tried to look away, but it felt impossible. Your cheeks grew warmer than the fire itself.
When the song ended, the crowd erupted into applause and whistles.
Old Mr. Kim laughed loudly and shouted, “Aigoo, our Jungkookie is finally falling for someone! Look at him singing with those heart eyes!”
Mrs. Park joined in, clapping her hands. “After rejecting every girl who tried to approach him for years, he’s completely whipped! When are you going to make it official, Jungkook-ah?”
More teasing comments followed, making the whole group laugh. Jungkook just smiled shyly and rubbed the back of his neck, not denying anything but not feeding into the teasing either.
You kept your head down, pretending to adjust the blanket around you, trying your best to ignore everything.
Slowly, as the night grew later, the crowd began thinning.
Families with children left first, then the elders, waving goodbyes and thanking Jungkook for another beautiful night. Soon, only a few people remained, chatting quietly.
That’s when Jungkook finally stood up.
He set his guitar down carefully and walked over to you.
He crouched in front of you, close enough that you could smell his comforting scent. The firelight still glowed softly on his face. He looked up at you with that gentle, heart-melting smile.
“Did you like it?” he asked softly, his voice warm and sincere.
You bit your lip, still feeling flustered. “It was… really beautiful.”
“Beautiful?” His eyes crinkled with genuine happiness. “I’ll take that. I wrote that song a few weeks ago.”
Your eyes widened slightly. “You wrote it?”
He nodded, still crouching in front of you, his gaze never leaving your face. “Yeah… been feeling a lot of things lately.” He paused for a moment, then added gently, “But I’m not rushing anything. I just wanted you to hear it.”
The sweetness in his tone made your chest tighten. He was always like this... patient, understanding, never putting pressure on you.
You whispered, “Jungkook… you don’t have to—”
“I know,” he said softly, cutting you off with a tender smile. “I’m not asking for anything. I just… really like being around you. That’s more than enough for me right now.”
For a long moment, the world seemed to fade away.
It was just the two of you, the crackling fire, and the sound of waves in the background. His eyes held so much warmth and care that it made you feel both safe and scared at the same time.
You looked away, overwhelmed. “You’re too much sometimes.”
He chuckled lightly and stood up, but not before gently brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered for a second longer than necessary, sending a rush of butterflies through you.
“Only for you,” he murmured so only you could hear.
Then, with one last soft, affectionate smile, he went to help the remaining people clean up, leaving you sitting there with a racing heart and cheeks that refused to cool down.
Your grandma, who noticed everything from afar, came to you and whispered gently, “He’s a good one, darling. He’s waiting for you… patiently.”
You didn’t reply. But deep inside, you knew she was right.
It was a quiet afternoon with very few customers.
Jungkook had closed the café for few hours and dragged you behind the café to the empty stretch of road.
“You once said you wanted to learn how to ride a bike,” he said, patting the sleek black motorcycle with a bright smile. “Well… today’s the day, boss.”
You eyed the powerful machine nervously. “I said that casually, Jungkook. I didn’t mean right now.”
“Too late,” he teased, handing you the helmet. “No backing out. I promised I’d teach you whenever we get free time.”
He helped you settle onto the bike first.
Then he climbed on behind you. His body pressed against yours from behind... chest flush to your back, thighs bracketing yours.
His warmth instantly surrounded you.
“Comfortable?” he asked, his voice low and close to your ear.
“Not even a little,” you admitted, your heart already racing.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your back.
“Good. Means you’re paying attention.” His arms came around you, large hands settling over yours on the handlebars. He adjusted your grip gently, his fingers lingering on yours far longer than necessary.
“Relax your shoulders,” he murmured, his breath brushing the side of your neck. “You’re too tense. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen.”
You swallowed hard. “Jungkook…”
“Hmm?” He turned his head slightly. His lips were dangerously close to your ear. “You said my name so softly just now.”
You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. “Stop distracting me.”
“But distracting you is my favourite part,” he whispered, his thumbs slowly stroking the back of your hands. “Okay… slowly twist the throttle. Gentle, like this.”
He guided your hand with his, his touch firm yet tender. The bike purred to life beneath you.
For the next twenty minutes, he taught you patiently... correcting your posture, teaching you how to balance, when to brake. Every instruction came with his body pressed closer, his voice soft and intimate against your ear.
“You’re doing so well,” he praised, his tone warm and proud. “Look at you… riding so beautifully already.”
“Jungkook, focus,” you said, but your voice came out breathy.
“I am focusing,” he replied, his hands sliding from the handlebars to rest on your waist, steadying you. “Just not only on the bike.”
The road was completely empty except for the sound of waves in the distance. He made you stop the bike on the side under the shade of a big tree.
Neither of you moved.
“You’re shaking again,” he observed softly. His hands stayed on your waist, fingers gently pressing into your sides.
“I’m not used to someone being this… close,” you confessed.
Jungkook rested his chin lightly on your shoulder, his cheek brushing against yours. “Do you want me to move away?”
You stayed silent.
The truth was you didn’t.
He smiled against your skin. “That’s what I thought.” His voice dropped even lower, more intimate. “You feel so perfect like this… right here in my arms.”
The tension thickened.
You turned your head slightly to look at him. Your faces were inches apart. His dark eyes dropped to your lips, then slowly back up to your eyes. The air between you felt electric.
“Tell me to stop…” he whispered, leaning in closer, “and I will.”
Your breath mingled with his.
Both of you slowly leaned in.
Your noses brushed. His lips were a heartbeat away from yours.
Suddenly — HONK!
A car drove past on the main road nearby, honking loudly and breaking the spell.
You jerked back, heart pounding wildly. Jungkook let out a frustrated groan and dropped his forehead against your shoulder, breathing heavily.
“Damn it,” he muttered, half laughing, half pained. “Worst timing in the world.”
You let out a shaky laugh, trying to steady your racing heart. “We… we should head back. It’s getting late. Rush hour is gonna start.”
Jungkook stayed there for a second longer, forehead pressed to your shoulder, hands still gripping your waist possessively. Then he sighed and finally pulled back.
“Yeah,” he said softly, voice husky. “We should.”
Later that night, after the last customer left and you both had closed the café, you started wiping down the counter.
Jungkook was in the storeroom at the back, checking inventory.
After a few minutes, he called out from inside, “Hey boss, you can head home after you’re done. I’ll be here for a while checking the stock. Might take some time tonight.”
You paused for a second, then continued wiping the already clean counter.
“Okay,” you replied, but made no move to leave.
Thirty minutes passed.
Jungkook finally stepped out of the storeroom, wiping his hands on a towel. He stopped when he saw you still there, slowly wiping the same spot.
“You’re still here,” he said softly, a gentle and knowing smile spreading across his face. “I thought I told you to go home.”
You shrugged, pretending to be casual while avoiding his eyes. “The counter still looked a bit dirty. Figured I’d wait so we can lock up together.”
Jungkook walked closer until he was standing right in front of you, the counter no longer between you. He tilted his head, eyes warm and playful.
“Or maybe… you missed me when I wasn’t around?” he asked, voice low and teasing.
You bit your lip and didn’t answer.
The truth sat heavy in your chest.
He stepped even closer, gently taking the cloth from your hand and setting it aside. For a moment, he just looked at you, the air between you thick with everything unsaid.
“You know,” he murmured, “you don’t have to make excuses to wait for me.”
Your heart fluttered.
You looked up at him, the proximity making it hard to breathe normally again.
Jungkook’s gaze softened, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he gave you a small, warm smile and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Come on, boss. Let’s go home.”
As you walked together under the moonlight toward your grandma’s house, the quiet realization settled deep inside you.
This friendship definitely started turning into something more.
The worst part was that Jungkook wasn’t even hiding the fact that he liked you. He was open about it... in the way he looked at you, the way he teased you, the way he found excuses to be near you, and how he always made sure you got home safe.
He was making his feelings loud and clear.
And feeling this safe with him... this warm, this wanted, this cared for — terrified you more than anything.
It was a slow Thursday afternoon at the café.
Only a few customers were scattered around. Jungkook leaned over the counter toward you, flashing that bright, boyish smile that always made your stomach flip.
“So… I’m heading to my farmhouse this weekend,” he said casually, but his eyes were sparkling with clear excitement. “It’s about 20 km away, right by the sea. Super private, beautiful view, pool, everything. No people, no noise… just peace.”
He tilted his head, biting his lip. “Come with me?”
You looked up from arranging the cups, trying hard to hide your fluttering heart. “Just like that? You’re planning to kidnap me for the whole weekend?”
Jungkook let out a bright laugh, leaning even closer. “Not kidnapping. A very romantic invitation. I’ll cook for you, we can swim, watch the stars… I promise it’ll be fun.”
You crossed your arms, a playful smirk forming on your lips. “Hmm… If you’re taking me somewhere private for three whole days, you should at least ask my grandma first. Like a proper gentleman.”
Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up, clearly amused. “Oh? You want me to do the traditional thing?”
“Exactly,” you said, lifting your chin. “If you’re bold enough to invite me, be bold enough to ask permission.”
He straightened up dramatically and placed a hand over his heart. “Challenge accepted, boss. I’m not scared of your grandma. Watch me.”
Later that evening, after closing the café, Jungkook walked you home. The moment you reached your grandma’s gate, he didn’t hesitate.
“Halmeoni!” he called out cheerfully.
Your grandma opened the door with a warm smile. “Oh? Both of you together again? Come in, come in.”
Jungkook stepped forward confidently. “Actually, Halmeoni, I wanted to ask you something important.”
Your grandma raised an eyebrow, looking between you two with an already knowing look. “Go on, Jungkook-ah.”
He smiled brightly.
“I’m planning to go to my farmhouse this weekend. You already know it's not that far from here. I wanted to take your granddaughter with me for a few days… just to relax and get some fresh air. I promise I’ll take very good care of her. We’ll be back safely on Monday.”
Your grandma’s eyes twinkled with mischief.
She looked at you first. “Do you want to go, dear?”
You felt your cheeks heating up. “I… um… yes. If it’s okay with you.”
Jungkook quickly added, “I’ll cook all the meals, make sure she rests properly, and we won’t do anything she’s uncomfortable with. You have my word.”
Your grandma chuckled softly, clearly enjoying this. “Jungkook-ah, you’ve been helping me and this whole town for years. I trust you completely.”
She turned to you with a big smile. “Go and enjoy, both of you. You’ve both been working so hard. Spend some time together. Make good memories.”
“Halmeoni!” you groaned, covering your face with your hands. “You’re supposed to at least pretend to think about it.”
She laughed heartily. “Why would I say no?”
Jungkook grinned victoriously, looking extremely proud of himself. “See? Even Halmeoni has been rooting for me this whole time.”
You shot him a glare, still embarrassed. “Both of you are impossible.”
Grandma waved her hand. “Go pack your bag, sweetheart. And Jungkook… take care of her heart too, okay? Not just her safety.”
Jungkook’s expression softened.
He gave a small, sincere bow. “I will, Halmeoni. I promise.”
Your grandma gave you one last mischievous grin. “Don’t come back too soon. Stay as long as you want.”
“Halmeoni!” you whined again, making both of them laugh.
The next morning, you rode behind him on his motorcycle, arms wrapped tightly around his waist as the scenic coastal road stretched ahead.
The wind was fresh, the sea was sparkling brightly on your right.
Halfway through the ride, Jungkook slowed down the bike and placed one of his hands over yours on his stomach, his palm warm and protective.
He gently interlaced his fingers with yours.
“You okay back there?” he asked, his voice soft and warm against the wind.
“Yeah…” You rested your cheek against his broad back, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing. “It’s so beautiful out here.”
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
“You’re more beautiful,” he said without hesitation, his thumb slowly stroking the back of your hand. “And I’m really glad you said yes. I was scared you’d change your mind at the last minute.”
You smiled against his back. “I almost did. But… I wanted to come with you.”
Jungkook let out a happy, contented sound. He occasionally kept his hand on yours, rubbing small circles on your skin with his thumb.
When you finally arrived at the farmhouse and got off the bike, your breath caught in your throat.
The place was stunning.
A sleek modern wooden villa sat right beside the endless sea. In the backyard was a large infinity pool with a beautiful man-made waterfall gently cascading into it. The open sky and the sound of waves created a sense of peace you hadn’t felt in a very long time.
“Wow…” you whispered, completely in awe.
Jungkook came up behind you without saying a word.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his cheek gently brushing against yours as both of you looked at the view.
For a long moment, he just held you like that... quietly, warmly, like he never wanted to let go.
“Like it?” he finally asked, his voice low and intimate near your ear.
“I love it,” you breathed. “It feels… free. Like I can finally breathe.”
Jungkook smiled and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the side of your head. He didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he kept his lips there for a few extra seconds, then moved down to place another soft kiss just below your ear.
“Good,” he murmured against your skin. “That’s exactly what I wanted you to feel.”
He tightened his arms around you.
After a quiet pause, he spoke again, his voice softer this time.
“I come here when I need to escape from everything… Sometimes when I miss my parents a little too much, when the emptiness gets too loud… I come here to distract myself. To breathe.”
He nuzzled his face closer into the crook of your neck, holding you a little tighter. “And now… I get to share this place with you. It feels really special. More than special, actually.”
You placed your hands over his, gently squeezing. “Thank you for bringing me here, Jungkook. For trusting me with this part of you.”
He turned his head slightly and pressed a tender kiss on your neck, lingering there as he whispered, “Thank you for coming with me.”
Then he continued with a teasing tone to lighten the moment. “But first… go change. I want to see you in that swimsuit you packed.”
You turned in his arms and lightly smacked his chest. “You’re so shameless.”
“Only for you,” he murmured, eyes dark with affection.
Later that afternoon, you changed into a simple black swimsuit and stepped into the backyard. The sun felt warm on your skin as you walked toward the pool.
Jungkook was already in the water, leaning against the edge with his arms resting on the tiles. The moment he saw you, he went completely still.
His eyes slowly trailed down your body as you picked up the bottle of sunscreen and started applying it to your arms, shoulders, and neck.
He couldn’t look away.
You noticed his intense gaze and smiled shyly. “Are you just going to stare at me the whole time?”
Jungkook didn’t even try to hide it.
He tilted his head, a slow, appreciative smile forming on his lips.
“Can you blame me?” he said, voice low and warm. “You look… unreal. I’m trying to memorize every second of this.”
You continued rubbing sunscreen over your collarbones and down your arms, feeling his eyes follow every movement. The air between you already felt charged.
“Want some help?” he asked, his tone playful but undeniably husky.
You laughed softly. “I think I can manage.”
“Shame,” he murmured, still staring. “I was really looking forward to that.”
After you finished applying the lotion, you walked to the edge of the pool. Jungkook immediately swam closer, looking up at you with soft, dark eyes.
“Come here, baby,” he said gently, offering his hand.
You slipped into the cool water.
Jungkook wasted no time pulling you toward him until your bodies were almost touching. For a moment, he just held your waist under the water, thumbs gently stroking your sides as he looked at you.
“You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?” he whispered. “Standing there in the sunlight, putting on sunscreen like it’s the most innocent thing in the world… while I’m losing my mind over here.”
You placed your hands on his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat under your palms. “You’re being dramatic.”
“I’m being honest,” he replied softly.
He leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, then another on your temple, taking his time. “I’ve wanted you here with me like this for so long. Just you and me… no café, no town, no pretending we’re just friends.”
You felt your chest tighten at his words. “Jungkook…”
He pulled back slightly, eyes locked on yours with that same open affection that always made your heart race.
“I like you,” he said simply, no teasing this time. “A lot. In case it wasn’t obvious already.”
Your heart fluttered. You looked into his eyes and answered softly,
“I like you too, Jungkook.” You paused, biting your lip. “I’m scared… but I believe you won’t make me feel like a loser.”
Something tender flashed across his face.
He cupped your cheek gently with his wet hand.
“I won’t,” he whispered seriously. “I promise.”
To lighten the suddenly emotional mood, Jungkook grinned mischievously. “But right now…” he scooped up a huge splash of water and threw it at you, “I’m going to win this water fight!”
You squealed as the water hit you. “Jungkook!”
The next few minutes were filled with laughter and chaos.
He chased you around the pool, both of you splashing water at each other like kids. You tried to run away in the water, but he was faster, catching you by the waist and lifting you slightly, making you laugh harder.
“Got you!” he cheered.
You eventually got tired of chasing him. He was too fast and strong. So you changed tactics.
You swam slowly toward the shallower end, leaned against the pool wall, and gave him your best seductive look... half-lidded eyes, wet hair clinging to your skin, and a soft, inviting smile.
“Jungkook…” you called his name sweetly, trailing your fingers along your own collarbone. “Aren’t you tired of running?”
He stopped in his tracks, eyes darkening instantly.
The playful smile on his face slowly faded as he stared at you.
“Y-You’re playing dirty,” he said, voice suddenly much lower as he slowly walked through the water toward you. “That’s not fair.”
You tilted your head innocently, but kept the seductive expression. “Come here then.”
The moment he reached you, the air completely shifted, from playful to heavy and electric.
Jungkook cornered you against the pool wall near the waterfall, the cascading water creating a private, misty curtain around you both. He placed his hands on either side of you, trapping you between his strong arms.
His wet chest pressed against yours.
“You little temptress,” he breathed, forehead resting against yours. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”
His nose brushed against yours.
The tension was thick, almost suffocating now.
“Tell me you feel it too,” he whispered, lips hovering just above yours. “Tell me I’m not the only one going insane here.”
You looked into his eyes, heart pounding wildly. “You’re not the only one.”
That was all it took.
Jungkook cupped your face with both hands and kissed you like he was drowning.
The first kiss was deep and hungry, months of pent-up longing exploding between you. His lips moved desperately against yours, soft yet demanding, as if he couldn’t get enough.
You kissed him back with equal desperation, fingers threading through his wet hair, pulling him closer.
He groaned loudly into your mouth, the sound raw and needy.
“God… finally,” he rasped against your lips, barely pulling back an inch. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
He tilted his head and kissed you harder, tongue slipping past your lips to taste you deeply. The kiss turned messy, wet, and urgent. Water splashed around you as he pressed your back against the pool wall, his body flush against yours.
“Jungkook—” you gasped when you felt his hardness pressing between your legs.
“Say my name again,” he begged, voice hoarse as he kissed you again, deeper this time. “Please, baby. Say it.”
“Jungkook…” you moaned into his mouth.
He growled, one hand sliding down your back to grip your ass, pulling you even tighter against him. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he ground against you slowly, deliberately.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” he panted, breaking the kiss only to breathe. “So fucking perfect. I’ve been going crazy every single day pretending I don’t want you like this.”
His lips trailed down your jaw to your neck. He sucked hard on your pulse point, then soothed it with his tongue, making your head fall back.
“Mhhmm... Jungkook!”
“I want everyone in town to know you’re mine,” he growled against your skin. “Tell me you’re mine, baby. Please.”
“I’m yours,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m yours, Jungkook.”
He growled and captured your lips again in a filthy, desperate kiss.
His tongue tangled with yours as his hands roamed greedily, squeezing your waist, gripping your thighs, sliding up your back. He kissed you like he was afraid this moment would disappear.
“I can’t stop,” he confessed between heavy breaths, forehead pressed against yours. “I’ve wanted you for so long… every time you smiled at me, every time you teased me, every damn night. I wanted to pull you into the storeroom and kiss you stupid.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, lips swollen, eyes dark with lust and something much softer.
“Tell me to slow down,” he said, voice rough, “and I will. But if you don’t… I’m going to kiss you until you forget every bad thing that ever happened to you.”
You answered by pulling him back into another fierce kiss.
Your legs tightened around his waist as you rocked against him.
“Baby…” he moaned into your mouth, the sound desperate and wrecked. “You’re driving me insane. If you keep kissing me like this, I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“Don’t stop,” you whispered, biting his lower lip. “Please don’t stop.”
Jungkook cursed under his breath and kissed you with renewed hunger... deep, wet, and messy. His hands gripped your ass, pulling you even closer as he pressed you against the pool wall under the waterfall.
The cool cascading water poured over both of you while your bodies burned.
“I'm yours now, baby,” he whispered against your swollen lips, voice soft and proud. “Say it.”
“You are mine,” you moaned, kissing him again desperately. “You are mine, Jungkook.”
He smiled against your mouth, breathing heavily, eyes blazing with lust and raw emotion.
“Good girl,” he whispered, before claiming your lips in another long, intoxicating kiss that left you both completely breathless.
The tension you’d both been holding for weeks had finally snapped... wild, desperate, and beautifully overwhelming under the falling water.
The next three days felt like a beautiful dream you never wanted to wake up from.
Mornings were slow and golden.
Sunlight would spill gently through the large windows as you slept in the cozy guest bedroom. Jungkook would quietly sneak in, sit on the edge of your bed, and wake you up with the softest kisses.
He’d press warm, lingering kisses across your forehead, your cheeks, and finally your lips until you stirred awake with a sleepy smile.
“Morning, baby,” he’d whisper in his deep, raspy morning voice, brushing hair away from your face. “Time to wake up. I made coffee for you.”
You’d hum softly, still half-asleep, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “Five more minutes…”
Jungkook would chuckle and nuzzle his nose against yours. “You said that 10 minutes ago. And yesterday too. I’m starting to think you just like me waking you up like this.”
“I do,” you admitted with a shy smile, pulling him down for a proper kiss. “Your good morning kisses are the best part of the day.”
He grinned against your lips, kissing you slowly and sweetly. “Then I’ll keep waking you up like this every single day. Deal?”
“Deal,” you whispered, melting under his gentle affection.
The moment the word left your mouth, Jungkook pulled back slightly with a dramatic, thoughtful expression.
“Hmm… but for that...” he said, pretending to think seriously, “...I’ll have to marry you as soon as possible. Otherwise, it’ll look weird if I keep sneaking into your room every morning, right? Also, what about my gentleman image... Can't let it ruin in front of Halmeoni!!”
Your eyes widened, and a bright laugh escaped you. “Jungkook!”
Before he could react, you attacked him with tickles, fingers digging into his sides. He burst into loud giggles, trying to catch your hands.
“Yahhh! Baby... stop—!” he laughed helplessly, falling onto the bed beside you as you continued tickling him. “This is domestic abuse!”
“You can’t just say things like that!” you giggled, still tickling him while he squirmed and laughed.
“Okay... okay! I surrender!” He finally caught both your wrists and pulled you on top of him, both of you breathing heavily and smiling like idiots.
“But I wasn’t joking about the marrying part,” he added softly, eyes sparkling with affection.
You blushed and hid your face in his neck. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love it,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you tightly and kissing the top of your head.
One afternoon in the kitchen, you tried to help prepare lunch, but Jungkook immediately blocked your path with his body, a playful grin on his face. “Nope. You’re not touching anything.”
You stared at him, hands on your hips. “Excuse me? Why not?”
He crossed his arms, looking way too smug. “I promised your grandma I’d take care of you properly. That includes cooking for you. She specifically told me not to let you lift a finger.”
You let out a shocked laugh. “She did not say that... You are adding it on your own!”
“She definitely did,” he teased, nodding seriously. “She said her granddaughter works too hard and needs to be spoiled. So today, you’re sitting there looking pretty while I cook.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Jungkook, I don’t want to sit around like a decoration piece all the time. I want to do things with you.”
He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. His voice dropped playfully, “Well… if you really want to help that badly, you need to bribe me first.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Bribe you?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, leaning in until his nose brushed yours. “With kisses. Many kisses. The longer and sweeter, the more you get to help.”
You tried to look annoyed but couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re so clingy.”
Jungkook grinned wider, unbothered. “Extremely clingy. Only for you though.”
You paused, then softly added, “…But I like it.”
His eyes softened instantly. He cupped your face with both hands and kissed you gently, lingering for a long moment.
“Yeah?” he whispered against your lips. “Good. Because I don’t think I can stop being clingy with you even if I tried.”
You kissed him again, deeper this time, before pulling back with a smile. “Fine. I’ll bribe you… but only if I get to chop the vegetables.”
“Deal,” he said happily, still stealing small kisses as you both moved around the kitchen together.
The days were filled with simple, happy moments.
You spent hours swimming in the pool, floating together under the warm sun. He’d hold you in his arms while you both talked about random things... favourite childhood memories, silly dreams, and quiet hopes for the future.
At night, he taught you silly card games and dramatically complained every time you won.
“You’re cheating! There’s no way you’re this good,” he whined, pulling you into his lap as punishment.
You laughed and kissed his pout away. “You let me win on purpose and we both know it.”
“Maybe,” he admitted, smiling brightly. “I just love seeing you happy.”
Every touch between you now came so naturally... his fingers always finding yours, his hand resting on your waist, forehead kisses that lasted longer than necessary, and the way he’d randomly pull you close just because he missed you for five minutes.
There was no more hesitation.
You were officially together, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Night before returning to town, Jungkook had lit a beautiful fire in the backyard firepit. The flames crackled warmly against the cool sea breeze.
You were wrapped in a big, soft blanket, sitting between his legs with your back pressed comfortably against his chest. His arms were wrapped securely around your waist as you both sipped hot coffee and watched the fire dance under the starry sky.
You stayed silent for a long time, just soaking in his warmth.
Eventually, you spoke. “Jungkook… can I tell you something?”
His arms tightened around you gently. “Of course, baby. Anything. I’m right here.”
You took a deep, shaky breath. “My breakup… it wasn’t just painful. It broke something in me.”
Your voice trembled. “He told me I was too much. Too emotional, too clingy, too intense. He said loving me was exhausting and that no one would ever be able to handle me for long. And for a while… I believed every word.”
Jungkook stayed quiet, just listening. His thumb continued drawing slow, soothing circles on your arm.
“But it wasn’t just him,” you continued, eyes stinging.
“My job in Seoul… I gave everything to that company. I worked late nights, skipped holidays, poured my soul into every project. And when the promotion came… they sabotaged me. Someone else took credit for my work and got promoted instead. I felt so used up and discarded. Like nothing I did ever mattered.”
You let out a broken breath. “I couldn’t handle it anymore. That’s why I ran away to Grandma. I was burnt out, heartbroken, and so tired of feeling like I was never enough.”
Jungkook pressed a long, tender kiss to the top of your head and held you closer.
“I’m so sorry you went through all of that, baby,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “You didn’t deserve any of it. Not the way he treated you, and not what your company did to you. You gave your best… and they failed you.”
You turned your head slightly to look at him. “When I started catching feelings for you… I got so scared. You make me feel safe, Jungkook. You make me feel wanted. And that safety terrified me. I kept thinking… what if I become too much for you too? What if one day you also get tired of me?”
Jungkook gently turned you in his arms so you were facing him sideways. He cupped your cheek with one hand, wiping away the tears that had fallen with his thumb.
“Hey… look at me,” he said softly. “I’m not him. And I’m not them. I will never get tired of you. Never.”
He rested his forehead against yours.
“I love how you get all bossy with me at the café. I love how you pretend to be annoyed when I flirt but still wait for me every night. I love how you blush when I call you baby. I love every single version of you—the quiet one, the sarcastic one, the emotional one, the strong one, the scared one… all of them.”
You sniffled, a small smile breaking through. “You’re too good to me.”
Jungkook smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. “If I ever leave you… which I won’t… but if I ever make you feel like I'm gonna do something that stupid, you have my full permission to burn my café down. Hell, I’ll even hand you the lighter and help you do it.”
You let out a watery laugh and lightly hit his chest. “You’re such an idiot.”
“Your idiot,” he corrected warmly, kissing your forehead. “Only yours. I’m not going anywhere, baby. I choose you. Every single day, I choose you.”
You turned fully in his arms and hugged him tightly, burying your face in his neck. “I choose you too,” you whispered. “I’m still scared… but I want this. I want us.”
“You have me,” he murmured, pressing kisses to your temple, your cheek, and finally your lips. “All of me.”
The kiss started gentle and comforting… but it didn’t stay that way for long.
It slowly deepened, growing hotter and more desperate.
Jungkook cradled the back of your head as his lips moved against yours with increasing hunger. Your mouths opened wider, turning the kiss messy and wet. The soft sighs turned into breathy moans as tongues met — slow, deep, and sensual.
Wet sounds filled the quiet night air as he licked into your mouth, tasting you like he couldn’t get enough.
You kissed him back just as eagerly, tongues sliding together, lips becoming slick and swollen. A thin string of saliva connected you both when he briefly pulled away, only to dive back in even deeper.
The fire crackled beside you, but the real heat was blooming between your bodies.
Jungkook pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily. His thumb gently caressed your glistening bottom lip, eyes dark with desire yet overflowing with tenderness.
“Baby…” he whispered huskily, voice low and intimate against your wet lips. “Do you want to continue?”
You looked into his eyes, heart racing wildly.
There was no pressure in his gaze — only love, patience, and raw want.
“Yes,” you whispered, fingers threading through his hair as you pulled him closer. “I want you, Jungkook. I want all of this with you… everything.”
A soft, beautiful smile touched his lips.
He leaned in again and kissed you deeply — slower this time, but even messier. His tongue explored your mouth thoroughly, licking and sucking on your tongue with wet, filthy sounds.
He kissed you like he was pouring every ounce of his love into it, lips sliding against yours, tongues tangling sensually. You could taste the coffee and sweetness on his tongue as he devoured you slowly.
His hand slid down your back, pulling your body flush against his as the blanket slipped from your shoulders, exposing more skin to the cool night air.
“Then let’s go inside,” he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, voice warm and full of promise. “I want to love you properly… slowly.”
He stood up effortlessly, lifting you in his arms along with the blanket.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you, never stopping the gentle kisses. He pressed soft kisses along your jaw and down your neck, whispering sweet words between each one.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against your skin. “I’m so lucky you’re mine. I’ve got you, baby… always.”
He carried you inside the house, your arms wrapped around his neck, the blanket trailing behind. The bedroom door was already ajar. Jungkook pushed it open with his shoulder and gently laid you down on the large, soft bed.
The only light came from a warm bedside lamp, casting a golden glow over both of you. He hovered above you for a moment, just looking at you with so much affection it made your chest ache.
“Are you really sure, baby?” he asked softly, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. Just being with you is enough.”
You reached up and pulled him down into a kiss. “I’m sure,” you whispered against his lips. “I want to feel close to you… in every way.”
Jungkook smiled tenderly and kissed you again, deeper this time. His hands moved slowly as he helped you sit up. You both undressed each other unhurriedly — savouring every moment.
He slipped the blanket off your shoulders, then gently pulled your top over your head. His lips immediately found your newly exposed skin, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice full of awe. “Every single part of you.”
You tugged at his shirt, and he helped you pull it off.
Your hands explored his warm, toned chest as he unclasped your bra, letting it fall away. He kissed you again, slow and sensual, while his hands gently cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until you sighed into his mouth.
“Jungkook…” you breathed.
He laid you back down and slowly removed the rest of your clothes, kissing every inch of skin he revealed... your stomach, your hips, your thighs. When you were completely bare, he stood for a second just to admire you.
“God… look at you,” he whispered, almost reverently. He quickly removed his own pants and boxers, then crawled back over you.
He started by devouring your lips, deep, passionate kisses that left you dizzy and breathless. Then his mouth began to travel lower.
He kissed down the column of your neck, sucking gently on your pulse point until you shivered. His lips continued their slow descent, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses across your collarbone. When he finally reached your breasts, he let out a soft, reverent groan.
“These are so pretty,” he murmured, cupping one breast gently in his large hand. “So soft… perfect.”
He leaned down and dragged his tongue slowly around your nipple, teasing the sensitive bud before flicking it lightly. You arched into him with a quiet moan. Jungkook smiled against your skin and did it again, slower this time, savoring your reaction.
“You like that?” he asked, voice husky as he looked up at you through his lashes.
“Yes…” you breathed.
He wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked gently, then harder, alternating between soft suction and slow, lazy circles of his tongue.
His hand kneaded your other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers before pinching it lightly, just enough to make you gasp.
“Jungkook…” you whimpered, fingers threading through his hair.
He switched sides, giving your other breast the same devoted attention... licking, sucking, and kissing every inch like he had all the time in the world.
He took his time, humming happily against your skin as he sucked harder on one nipple while gently pinching the other.
“So sensitive for me,” he whispered, blowing cool air on the wet bud before sucking it back into his warm mouth. “I could do this for hours… just listening to the pretty sounds you make.”
You squirmed underneath him, heat pooling between your legs. “Jungkook… please…”
He gave one final slow lick to your nipple before kissing his way down your stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He settled between your thighs and looked up at you with dark, loving eyes, his lips glistening.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, baby,” he said, voice thick with desire. “Will you let me?”
“Yes,” you whispered, nodding. “Please, Jungkook.”
He settled between your legs, spreading them gently. He kissed your inner thighs first, teasing you with soft bites and licks. Then, finally, his mouth found your core.
The first long, slow lick made you moan loudly.
Jungkook groaned in response.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he murmured against you. “So perfect.”
He took his time, licking, sucking, and kissing with pure devotion. His tongue circled your clit before sucking it gently into his mouth. When your hips bucked, he held them down softly, continuing his slow, sensual torture.
“Relax, baby. Let me take care of you,” he said softly before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking tenderly.
“Mhmm... Jungkook!” you gasped, back arching, fingers gripping his hair. “That feels so good…”
He hummed happily, alternating between sucking your clit and licking broad strokes through your folds. Every movement was deliberate and full of adoration.
He slid one finger inside you slowly, curling it gently while his tongue continued its sweet torture on your clit.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured against you, adding a second finger. “So tight and warm… Does this feel good, baby?”
“Yes— so good,” you moaned, breathing heavily. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop...,” your eyes fluttering shut. “You’re making me feel so loved.”
He added a second finger, curling them gently while sucking on your clit with just the right pressure. Your thighs started trembling around his head.
“That’s it, baby. Let go for me,” he whispered. “I want to feel you come on my tongue.”
The pleasure built slowly but intensely.
With a soft cry of his name, you came undone, shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you. Jungkook kept licking you gently through it, humming happily against your sensitive flesh.
When you finally came down, he kissed his way back up your body until he was hovering over you again. He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
“How are you feeling?” he asked tenderly, brushing your hair back.
“Amazing,” you whispered, still catching your breath. “I want you inside me now, Jungkook.”
He kissed you again, slow and full of emotion. “I’ll go slow, okay? Tell me if you want me to stop or go faster.”
He positioned himself between your legs, the blunt head of his cock pressing gently against your slick entrance. He locked eyes with you, full of love and desire, and slowly began pushing inside, inch by inch, stretching you open with careful patience.
Both of you let out soft, breathy moans when he finally bottomed out, buried completely inside you.
“Baby…” Jungkook breathed, forehead pressed against yours. His voice was thick with emotion. “You feel incredible… so warm, so tight around me. Like you were made for me.”
He stayed still, letting you adjust to his size, while pressing the softest kisses to your lips, your nose, and your cheeks.
“You okay, my love?” he whispered tenderly, one hand gently stroking your hair. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“I’m perfect,” you whispered back, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even deeper. “Move... Please... You feel so good inside me, Jungkook…”
He smiled softly and kissed you again, slow and deep. “I love being connected with you like this,” he murmured against your lips. “Nothing between us. Just you and me.”
Jungkook began moving slow, deep, sensual rolls of his hips.
Every thrust was deliberate, dragging against your walls in the most delicious way. He kept one hand intertwined with yours, pinning it gently beside your head, while the other cradled your face.
“Tell me how it feels, baby,” he whispered, lips brushing yours with every thrust. “I want to hear your voice.”
“So good…” you moaned softly, eyes fluttering. “You’re so deep… I can feel all of you.”
He groaned quietly, the sound vibrating against your chest. “You’re squeezing me so beautifully. So perfect. I could stay inside you forever like this.”
He kissed you again, tongues sliding together lazily as he continued his slow, rhythmic pace. The room filled with the soft sounds of skin meeting skin, quiet moans, and whispered words.
“You make me feel so safe,” you confessed breathlessly between kisses. “I’ve never felt this loved before.”
Jungkook’s eyes softened even more. He thrust a little deeper, grinding against you gently.
“You are loved,” he said tenderly, voice husky. “So deeply loved. I’m going to spend every day proving it to you. Every morning. Every night. You’ll never doubt how much you mean to me.”
You moaned louder as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Your free hand ran down his back, nails grazing his skin. “Right there… Jungkook, right there…”
He kept the same angle, stroking that spot with every slow thrust. “Here, baby? Like this?” he asked, voice sweet but dripping with lust.
“I won’t,” he promised, kissing your neck and sucking gently on your pulse point. “I love watching your face when I make you feel good. You’re so beautiful when you fall apart for me.”
Your bodies moved together in a perfect, sensual rhythm.
He never rushed.
Every thrust was full of love, devotion, and intimacy. “You’re doing so well, baby…” He kept whispering sweet praises between kisses... “Taking me so beautifully… I’m so lucky you’re mine…”
As the pleasure built higher, your moans grew softer but more desperate. Jungkook could feel you tightening around him.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” he murmured lovingly, pressing his forehead to yours again. “Come with me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.”
“I’m so close…” you gasped, squeezing his hand tighter. “Jungkook… I love you.”
Those words made him groan deeply. His thrusts became slightly deeper, still slow and sensual.
“I love you too,” he whispered against your lips. “So much. Come for me, baby. I’ve got you.”
A few more loving, deep strokes and you fell apart beneath him — moaning his name softly as intense pleasure washed over you in warm waves. Your walls clenched rhythmically around him, pulling him deeper.
Jungkook followed right after, burying himself as deep as possible with a soft, broken moan of your name. He trembled above you, filling you with warmth as he came.
For a long moment, neither of you moved.
He stayed buried deep inside you, holding you close as you both caught your breath. He pressed endless gentle kisses across your face—your forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and finally your lips.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered lovingly. “I’ve got you, my baby. You’re safe. You’re loved.”
You wrapped your arms and legs around him tightly, tears of overwhelming emotion pricking your eyes.
“I’ve never felt this cherished before,” you whispered.
Jungkook smiled softly and kissed you again, slow and full of promise. “Then I’ll just have to cherish you more… every single day.”
Jungkook stayed buried deep inside you for a few long minutes, both of you breathing softly against each other. He finally lifted his head and looked at you with the gentlest eyes, a tender smile playing on his lips.
He slowly pulled out of you, making you whimper at the loss.
Immediately, he gathered you in his arms and rolled onto his back so you were lying on top of his chest.
“Come here, baby,” he whispered, wrapping his strong arms around you securely.
He pressed soft kisses to your forehead, then your temple, while his hand gently stroked up and down your bare back in soothing motions.
“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, voice full of warmth and care. “Any discomfort?”
You shook your head, nuzzling deeper into his chest. “I feel perfect… just a little sensitive. But so loved.”
“Good,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head again. “You were so good for me. So beautiful.”
He reached over to the side table and grabbed the packet of wipes, gently cleaning between your legs with the utmost care and tenderness. After tossing the wipes aside, he pulled the warm blanket over both of you and hugged you closer.
“You’re trembling a little,” he noticed, rubbing your arms gently to warm you up. “Is that okay?”
You smiled shyly. “Yeah… just from everything. It felt really intense… in the best way.”
Jungkook chuckled softly and tilted your chin up so he could kiss you.
It was slow, soft, full of love.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “Thank you for trusting me tonight.”
“I love you too,” you whispered back, resting your cheek over his heart. “This feels like home.”
He held you tighter, one hand playing with your hair while the other traced gentle patterns on your waist. “Then stay right here,” he said softly. “This is your home now… in my arms.”
You both lay there in comfortable silence, wrapped around each other, listening to the distant sound of waves and the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.
You felt safe, cherished and loved.
The ride back to town felt too short.
Your arms were wrapped securely around Jungkook’s waist, cheek resting against his back as the coastal wind whipped past you.
Jungkook kept one hand on the handlebar, but his other hand frequently found yours... gently squeezing the hands you had clasped around his stomach.
Every few minutes, he would slide his hand down to squeeze your thigh affectionately, his touch warm and possessive.
He kept glancing at you through the rear-view mirror, that bright, lovesick smile never leaving his face.
“You know you’re staring at me more than the road, right?” you teased, raising your voice slightly over the wind.
Jungkook chuckled, giving your thigh another gentle squeeze.
“Can you blame me?” he called back. “My beautiful girlfriend is hugging me from behind. This is the best view I’ve ever had while riding.”
You blushed and hid your face against his back, but he wasn’t done.
“Baby,” he said playfully, interlacing his fingers with yours again over his stomach. “You’re holding me so tight. Scared I’ll disappear or just enjoying yourself?”
“Both,” you admitted, smiling. “And stop looking at me in the mirror so much! Focus on driving.”
He laughed loudly, the sound warm and happy.
“I’m a very good multitasker,” he replied, gently squeezing your hand. “Right now I’m driving… and admiring how pretty my girl looks with the sea behind her. Two important things.”
“You’re impossible,” you muttered, but your arms tightened around him affectionately.
“And you love it,” he said confidently, bringing your hand up to his lips for a quick kiss before placing it back on his waist. “Don’t even try to deny it, boss.”
As soon as you stepped through your grandma’s gate, she was already standing on the porch with her arms crossed and a knowing smile.
“Oh my…” she said, eyes scanning both of you. “Look at you two. Glowing like lanterns. Did you even sleep at that farmhouse or just stare at each other the whole time?”
“Relaxed?” Grandma raised an eyebrow. “Darling, you have red patch on your neck and Jungkook is smiling like he won the lottery. Don’t insult my intelligence.”
You covered your neck with your hand, mortified. “It’s not... we didn’t... I mean—”
Jungkook, who was carrying both your bags like they weighed nothing, laughed warmly behind you.
“Halmeoni, you’re too sharp,” he said cheerfully. “I can never win with you.”
Before you could defend yourself, Jungkook walked past you with all the confidence in the world and set the luggage down dramatically.
“Halmeoni,” he announced proudly, standing tall like he was making a speech, “...guess what?”
Your grandma tilted her head, amused. “What, my dear?”
“You’ve been asking me for the last two years... ‘Jungkook-ah, when are you bringing a granddaughter-in-law home?’” He grinned, full of charm and mischief. “Well… I think I’ll be bringing your granddaughter as your official granddaughter-in-law soon.”
“Jungkook!” you gasped, eyes wide in panic.
You lightly smacked his arm. “You can’t just say that!”
He turned to you with the most innocent, lovesick expression. “Why not? It’s true.”
Grandma clapped her hands together in pure delight. “Finally! Welcome to the family, Jungkook. Though… you’ve been my favorite grandson in my heart for a long time. But now you will be my favorite grandson-in-law too.”
You buried your face in your hands. “I’m going to disappear. Right now. Into the sea.”
Jungkook laughed and pulled you into his side, kissing the top of your head. “No disappearing. You’re stuck with me now, boss.”
Later that evening, when you two were alone on the porch, you were sitting on the wooden swing, legs draped over Jungkook’s lap. He was gently rubbing your calf while the evening sea breeze played with your hair.
You looked at him shyly. “Were you serious earlier? About the… granddaughter-in-law part?”
Jungkook turned to you, his expression softening completely.
He took your hand and interlaced your fingers.
“I’ve been serious about you since the day you ignored me at the café,” he said gently. “Even when you were cold and distant, I already knew I wanted you in my life. But I’m not rushing you, baby.”
He lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles. “We’ll go as slow as you want. I’ll wait until you’re fully ready. No pressure. Just… I want you to know where my heart is.”
You felt your eyes get teary. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”
He smiled and pulled you closer until you were practically sitting in his lap. “I plan to keep being too good to you. Every single day.”
Jungkook had zero intention of keeping your relationship private.
The very next morning, the moment you stepped into the café, Jungkook’s face lit up like the sun. He was behind the counter but immediately rushed toward you, wiping his hands on his apron.
He greeted you with a big kiss on the lips right in front of three regular customers.
“Jungkook!” you whispered, mortified but breathless.
“Morning, girlfriend,” he said loudly and proudly, a bright grin plastered on his face for the entire café to see.
You covered your face with your hands. “Oh my god… everyone is staring.”
“Good... Let them stare,” he chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. He gently took your hands away from your face and turned you around so your back was facing him.
“Come here, let me help you,” he murmured softly.
His arms came around you from behind as he helped tie your apron strings. His fingers moved slowly and deliberately, brushing against your waist and lower back more than necessary.
He leaned down, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You look so cute when you’re blushing like this. Makes me want to kiss you again.”
“Jungkook, stop,” you whined quietly, but a shy smile was fighting its way onto your lips. “There are customers!”
“Let them enjoy the show,” he teased, tying a neat bow but refusing to move away. Instead, he wrapped his arms fully around your waist and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
Old Mrs. Park, who came for her daily tea, clapped excitedly. “Finally! I was wondering when this boy would make it official!”
Later, when a group of young girls from town came in and started flirting with him, Jungkook immediately pulled you to his side.
“Sorry ladies,” he said cheerfully, kissing your temple. “I’m very taken. This is my girlfriend. She’s the boss here… and of me.”
You elbowed him lightly, embarrassed but smiling. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Extremely,” he admitted, nuzzling your cheek. “I’ve been waiting months to show you off. Let me flex a little.”
In the evenings, he walked you home holding your hand, swinging it between you like a lovesick teenager.
“You know... it's been weeks and the whole town is still talking about us, right?” you asked, laughing, one day while heading to home.
“Good,” he replied, pulling you closer. “Let them talk. I want everyone to know that the cold girl from Seoul who used to ignore me is now the love of my life.”
You stopped walking and looked up at him, heart overflowing.
Without thinking, you rose onto your tiptoes, held his face gently, and pecked his lips—soft, sweet, and full of affection.
Jungkook’s face lit up like the sunrise.
His eyes widened in pleasant surprise before melting into the softest, most loving smile.
“What was that for?” he whispered, still grinning.
“Because I love you,” you said shyly, still holding his face. “And I wanted to kiss you first for once.”
He let out a happy little laugh and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
“I love you more,” he murmured, forehead resting against yours. “So much more. And I’m going to keep saying it until you get tired of hearing it.”
You smiled, brushing your nose against his. “Not possible.”
oh baby… i don’t even know how to begin this review cause you got me speechless and full of things to say at the same time.
i’m so mesmerized by your writing… god, you’re pure gold. this goes beyond romanticism despite being so romantic and sweet, so so sweet. the type of intimacy and warmth that you created… i felt everything. my cheeks were burning hot with the intensity of your descriptions. i couldn’t stop smiling and giggling like a child. got distracted at the bus and lost my stop ☝🏻😁
the amount of care, patience, respect and gentleness that you put it in Jungkook's character… i can’t believe that i have to live in a world without him. i honestly want to drown in his presence and melt our hearts to combine as something new that human beings didn’t create yet.
you create cinematic atmospheres like no one else and i just want to live in the worlds that you create forever. let me stay at the beach with him, let me taste his coffee and let me travel to his peaceful and quiet sacred space.
the dialogues got my skin on fire. the proximity was so palpable that it felt like i was there, feeling his warm breath on my neck.
i want this kinda of devotion so badly 😩
every time he calls her baby i swear… the butterflies
“This is your home now... in my arms.”
"Sorry ladies," he said cheerfully, kissing your temple. "I'm very taken. This is my girlfriend. She's the boss here... and of me."
He is so sexy and deliberately committed. So funny and tender at the same time. So obedient and submissive just the way i like it 😩
i could go on and on about this fic but right now i want to praise my beautiful friend @kittenan2 @kittenan
other than being a very talent writer, she’s so kind and supportive!!! i’m so glad i met you baby. i’m so grateful for your presence and friendship so far. you deserve all the love and the recognition <3
that all being said, go check this fic if you want to feel something incredible that will definitely cheer your day up!!!
I don’t even know how to respond after reading this. I think I re-read your review like... around 5 times before replying, and I’m still grinning like an idiot.
Like you said, “this goes beyond romanticism despite being so romantic and sweet, so so sweet. the type of intimacy and warmth that you created… I felt everything.” - That's exactly what I wanted people to feel while reading this story, and reading your words makes me so happy because it means I was able to portray that kind of intimacy and warmth in a way that truly reached my readers 🥺
And the things you said about Jungkook being patient, caring, respectful, and gentle… that’s exactly the kind of love we all crave, right? 😩 (Though, I currently don’t know what rl has planned for me lmaooo 😭)
Also... LOSING YOUR BUS STOP BECAUSE OF MY FIC???? GIRL!!!! @rpwprpwprpwprw 😭😅
That might be the funniest compliment I’ve ever received. I couldn’t stop laughing while reading that part lmfaoooo.
Thank you so much for reading and supporting my work so lovingly. You're so sweet and I’m genuinely so grateful we met 🥺💜
Pairing: Idol!Jin x Married!Reader
Genre: Dark Romance, Forbidden Love, Angst, Smut, Drama, Fluff, Melodrama, Idol-Fan AU
Warnings: Domestic abuse (physical/emotional), forbidden romance, slight infidelity themes, OC stuck in unhealthy transactioal marriage, injury descriptions, emotional trauma, explicit language, mentions of gambling and illegal activities, mentions of sickness and death (not the major character), eventual divorce, explicit sexual content [lots of kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, riding, gentle unprotected sex (refrain IRL), aftercare, emotional intimacy after years of separation].
Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI
Word Count: ~14k
Disclaimer: The story is purely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. They do not reflect the real personalities, actions, or relationships of the individuals mentioned.
A/n: I revisited and polished this draft with a lot of care, keeping all of your thoughts and concerns regarding the infidelity theme in mind. I genuinely tried my best to handle it thoughtfully, and I truly hope it doesn’t disappoint you. The reader is in an extremely abusive marriage and relationship with Jin begins before the divorce is finalized. If infidelity is a hard no for you regardless of context, I completely understand, and this story may not be for you. And if you do choose to stay and read it, but still end up disliking certain aspects, I’m always open to respectful and constructive criticism.
The fan sign event was loud and crazy.
Cameras flashed everywhere, and fans screamed with excitement. The members sat at a long table, smiling and waving. Your heart beat so fast as you waited in line.
You wore a big hoodie to cover yourself and a mask that covered your face. In your hands, you held your old diary filled with songs, sad stories, and secret dreams.
The line moved slowly.
Finally, you stood in front of RM.
You gave him your diary with shaky hands. RM smiled kindly, showing his dimples. “Hi! Thank you so much for coming today. What’s your name?”
You whispered, “I’m Y/N… Your music helps me every day. It really means everything to me.”
RM nodded gently. “That makes me so happy to hear. Please take care of yourself, okay? We’ll keep making good music for you.” He signed your diary and gave it back with a warm smile.
Next was Jungkook.
He looked at your big hoodie and laughed softly. “Wow, aren’t you hot in that big hoodie? It’s warm here!” he teased, eyes playful.
You pulled your sleeves down quickly and laughed a little. “Haha, yeah… I feel cold sometimes. Your dancing is really cool, Jungkook.”
He grinned wide. “Thank you! Stay cool and have fun today, okay?” He signed quickly and waved as you moved on. You met each member one by one and thanked them for their music.
Finally, you reached Jin. He looked even more handsome up close. His eyes were soft and kind. You pushed your diary toward him with trembling fingers.
“I really love your voice. Here… Please sign this for me,” you said quietly behind your mask.
Jin took the diary gently. His fingers touched yours for a second.
You pulled your hand back fast.
Jin started signing but then stopped. He looked at your wrist. For a moment, he saw the red marks before you quickly covered them with your sleeve. His smile became smaller.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, only for you to hear. “Really? You can tell me.”
You nodded too fast. “I-I’m fine. Thank you, Jin.”
He leaned forward a little. His eyes were full of worry.
Your heart raced. “It’s nothing. Don't worry. Your songs help me feel less alone.”
Jin looked straight into your eyes. “Listen to me. I’m really glad our music helps you. But you are important too. Please don’t hurt yourself, okay? Talk to someone. Eat well, sleep well, and be kind to yourself.”
He finished signing the diary and slowly pushed it back to you. “Can you promise me you’ll try? For me? For us?”
You held the diary tightly. Tears stung your eyes under the mask. “I… I’ll try. Thank you, Jin. Really. You don’t know how much this means.”
Jin gave you a big, warm smile, but his eyes still looked worried.
You nodded, feeling your face get hot.
“Take care,” he said, watching you walk away. His eyes stayed on you for a long time, full of gentle concern, even as the next fan came forward.
You walked into the crowd, holding the signed diary close to your chest. Your heart felt a little lighter.
The city sparkled far below like cold, mocking stars.
You stood on the quiet rooftop of the building where the fan sign had been held an hour ago. The night wind blew sharply against your face, making your oversized hoodie flap around you.
You weren’t here to jump. You just wanted to breathe.
To feel something other than the heavy darkness that followed you everywhere.
Your husband’s cruel words kept echoing in your head: “You’re useless.” “Pathetic.” “You’ll never escape me.”
Your fingers gripped the cold concrete ledge tightly. Tears stung your eyes. Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you... fast and loud on the gravel.
You spun around, heart jumping into your throat.
Jin stood there, tie loose around his neck, top buttons of his shirt open, and a beer can in his hand. His eyes widened in shock when he saw you so close to the edge.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Jin shouted, voice full of panic. The beer can slipped from his fingers and crashed on the ground. “Hey! Stop! Step back...”
In three big steps, he reached you.
His strong hands grabbed your arms and pulled you back firmly from the ledge.
You stumbled into his chest. Your cheek pressed against his warm shirt. You could hear his heart beating wildly, so alive compared to how empty you felt.
“I wasn’t going to jump…” you whispered, voice shaking. “I swear I wasn’t…”
Jin didn’t let go.
His arms stayed wrapped around you tightly but gently.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, breathing hard. His voice was low and rough. “I saw you. You were standing right there. Look at me.”
He gently lifted your chin with his fingers so you had to look into his eyes. They were full of worry and something deeper... pain.
Your mask had fallen off earlier. Your face was bare, tears running down your cheeks. Jin stared at you for a second, then his eyes softened in recognition.
“Y-You’re the girl from the fan sign today,” he said quietly. “The one with the diary… right?”
You tried to pull away, but he held you carefully.
“I don’t know you,” you lied, voice breaking. “Please… just let me go.”
Jin shook his head. “No. I’m not leaving you here like this.”
His eyes moved down.
Slowly and carefully, he rolled up the sleeve of your hoodie. When he saw the bruises — purple, red marks covering your skin... his breath caught sharply.
“Oh my god…” he whispered.
His thumb brushed very lightly over one of the darker bruises. You flinched, not because it hurt, but because no one had ever touched you with such care before.
“Who did this to you?” Jin asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but you could hear the anger and sadness in it. “Tell me. Please.”
You stayed silent, eyes dropping to the wedding ring on your finger.
Jin’s voice became even softer. “Is it… y-your h-husband?”
A sob escaped your throat. You pressed a hand over your mouth, trying to stop it, but more tears fell.
“Yes…” you finally choked out. “I-I just… I can’t do this anymore.”
Jin pulled you closer, wrapping both arms around you. He rested his chin gently on top of your head. You trembled against him as he held you.
“Shh… it’s okay. You’re not alone right now,” he murmured. “You don’t have to go back to him. Not ever if you don’t want to.”
But he felt helpless when you shook your head.
Jin pulled back just enough to look at your face. He wiped your tears away with his thumb, his touch incredibly gentle.
He reached into his pocket and took out a small card. He quickly wrote a phone number on it with a pen and pressed it into your hand.
“This is my personal number,” he said seriously. “Not the company one. Call me anytime — day or night. If he hurts you again, if you feel scared, or even if you just need to talk… call me. I will pick up. I promise.”
You stared at the card, tears falling onto his fingers.
“Why are you doing this?” you whispered. “You don’t even know me…”
“Because...” Jin replied, voice thick with emotion. “...I can’t just walk away knowing you’re hurting this much. No one deserves this.”
He held your hand for a moment longer, warm and steady.
“Promise me you’ll call if it gets bad,” he said. “Promise me you won’t think of hurting yourself.”
You nodded slowly, clutching the card tightly. “I… I promise. Thank you, Jin.”
He gave you a small, sad smile and pulled you into another gentle hug. “Stay safe for me, okay? And for yourself. You matter. A lot.”
The wind blew around you both, but for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel completely cold inside.
The small apartment was quiet until it wasn’t.
You had just come back from the kitchen when you heard your husband’s angry shout from the bedroom.
“What the hell is this?!”
Your heart dropped.
He stood beside the bed, your precious diary in his hands. Few pages were already torn out and scattered on the floor like broken wings. His face was red with fury as he flipped through the rest of it.
“You’ve been writing about them again?!” he roared, voice echoing through the thin walls. “You stupid, obsessed little bitch! Look at this shit... their signatures! You went to some shitty event behind my back?”
“Please… give it back,” you begged, voice shaking as you reached for it. “It’s just my diary. It doesn’t mean anything—”
He threw the diary hard at your chest. It hit you with a thud, knocking the breath out of you. Before you could recover, his hand flew across your face with a loud smack. The sting exploded across your cheek.
“Doesn’t mean anything?!” he screamed. “You think I’m blind? I married you to punish your useless father, not so you could daydream about other men!”
Tears filled your eyes. “Why did you even marry me then? You never loved me!”
He laughed bitterly, stepping closer.
“Love? Don’t make me laugh. Your father owed me millions because of his gambling and those shady deals he kept dragging me into. He’s never home because he’s always running from people he screwed over. Then your mother got cancer... Expensive treatments. Your pathetic part-time job couldn’t even pay for one month of medicine.”
You stumbled back, holding your burning cheek. “Then why don’t you just divorce me? Let me go…”
He laughed darkly. “Because this is more fun. And because as long as I pay those hospital bills, you’ll stay like a good little wife, won’t you?”
He grabbed your arm tightly, fingers digging into old bruises.
“Your father came to me crying, ‘Please help my wife.’ And I said fine — but only if you marry me. He sold you to me without hesitation. And you agreed, didn’t you? Because poor little you wanted to save your dying mother.”
You tried to pull your arm away, sobbing. “I had no choice… Mom was dying. I stayed all these years because you’re still paying her hospital bills. I’m doing this for her!”
“No choice?” he shouted. “You’re mine now! My punching bag. I married you to make your father suffer every single day. Every time I hit you, I’m really hitting him. Every time you cry, I enjoy it because he’s helpless.”
“Please stop,” you cried. “Ahh! Stop! It hurts! Please—!”
But he was already too angry. He twisted your arm hard behind your back until you screamed in pain.
“No! Let go! It hurts! Please, I’m sorry!”
“You’ll never escape me,” he snarled, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re nothing without me. Useless. Pathetic. Just like your father.”
In one vicious move, he hooked his foot behind your legs and shoved you backward toward the stairs.
You lost your balance. “No—!”
You tumbled down the stairs, screaming with every brutal hit. Your shoulder slammed against the steps, your ribs cracked against the edge, and your head banged against the railing.
You landed in a broken heap at the bottom, blood filling your mouth, sharp pain shooting through your body. For a moment, everything spun.
You coughed, spitting blood.
From the top of the stairs, he looked down at you like you were trash.
He grabbed his coat and briefcase.
“I’m leaving for a two week-long business trip. Clean up this mess before I come back. And if you even think about running… remember your mother’s hospital payments stop the second you do.”
The front door slammed shut behind him. The silence that followed was heavier than his shouting.
You lay on the cold floor, every breath hurting. Blood trickled from your split lip and from a cut on your forehead. Your body felt like it was on fire.
With shaking, bloody fingers, you pulled out your phone. It almost slipped from your hand twice. You took out the crumpled card Jin had given you on the rooftop.
The number was smudged but still readable.
You dialed it slowly, each ring feeling like forever.
“Hello?” Jin’s warm, familiar voice answered.
A sob broke out of you immediately. “J-Jin…?” your voice was tiny, broken, and wet with tears and blood.
There was a second of silence, then his tone changed completely... sharp with worry. “Y/N? Is that you? What happened? Are you okay?”
You cried harder, clutching the phone. “Please… help me. He beat me again. I fell down the stairs… it hurts so much. I can’t…”
Jin’s voice became urgent and gentle at the same time. “Where are you right now? Are you safe? Is he still there?”
“He left… for a business trip,” you whispered, sobbing. “But my ribs hurt... I can't even move. I’m bleeding…”
“Listen to me, Y/N. Stay on the phone with me, okay? Don’t hang up. I’m going to help you. Tell me your address. I’m coming right now. You’re not alone anymore. I promise.”
You cried softly, holding onto his voice like a lifeline in the darkness. “I’m scared, Jin…”
“Just hold on. I’m coming to get you out of there. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.”
Jin’s sleek black car screeched to a halt right outside your apartment building, the tires crying against the quiet street. The engine barely stopped before the door flew open and he ran out, his hair messy from worry.
He didn’t knock. He didn’t even hesitate.
He pushed the front door open... it wasn’t locked and stepped inside.
The moment he saw you, the color drained from his face.
You were still lying in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs exactly where you had fallen. Blood stained your lips and chin. Your body was curled tightly into itself, one arm wrapped protectively around your bruised ribs. Every shallow breath hurt.
“Oh God…” Jin breathed, his voice cracking. He rushed forward and dropped to his knees beside you, the sound of his knees hitting the floor loud in the silent apartment. “Y/N… Oh my god, look at you…”
His hands hovered over your body, trembling, terrified of touching you and making the pain worse. His eyes scanned every visible bruise, the blood, the way you were shaking.
“Y/N, can you hear me?” he asked urgently, voice soft but full of panic. “It’s Jin. I’m here. I came as fast as I could. I’m right here with you now.”
You slowly opened your eyes, vision blurry from tears and pain. A weak whimper escaped your lips.
“Jin…?” Your voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and broken. “You… you really came…”
“Of course I came,” he said quickly, leaning closer. “I told you I would. I’m so sorry it took me this long. Just stay with me, okay? Don’t close your eyes. Talk to me.”
He gently brushed a few strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead, his touch feather-light. “Where does it hurt the most? Your ribs? Your head? Can you tell me?”
“Everywhere…” you whimpered. “My ribs… it hurts to breathe. My head is spinning. He pushed me… I fell down all the stairs.”
Jin’s jaw clenched tightly, anger flashing in his eyes for a brief second before worry took over again.
“That bastard,” he muttered under his breath, then focused back on you. “I’m going to get you out of here. You’re not staying in this place another minute. Okay?”
You nodded weakly, tears slipping down your cheeks.
Jin took off his long coat and carefully wrapped it around your shivering body. The warm fabric carried his comforting scent. It felt like safety.
“Is this okay? Not too tight?” he asked gently, adjusting the coat around your shoulders and back. “Tell me if it hurts.”
“It’s warm…” you whispered. “Thank you…”
He slipped one arm under your knees and the other carefully behind your back. “This might hurt a little. I’m sorry. I’ll be as gentle as I can. Ready?”
You bit your lip and nodded.
Jin lifted you slowly into his arms with surprising strength, but his movements were incredibly careful. Still, a sharp cry escaped your throat as pain shot through your ribs.
“Ahh—!”
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” Jin kept repeating, his face twisted with guilt. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now. Just hold onto me.”
You clung weakly to his shirt, burying your face into his warm chest. His heartbeat was fast but steady under your ear, strong and alive. It grounded you.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured again and again as he carried you toward the door. “You’re not alone anymore. I promise. We’re going to the hospital right now. They’ll take care of you.”
Outside, the cool night air hit your face. Jin walked quickly but smoothly, trying not to jostle you.
He carefully lowered you into the passenger seat of his car, reclining it a little so you could breathe easier. He buckled the seatbelt very gently around you, then crouched beside the open door for a moment.
“Does this position hurt less?” he asked, studying your face. “If it’s too much, tell me. I can adjust it.”
“It’s… better,” you breathed, still clutching his coat around you. “Jin… why are you helping me like this? You don’t even know me…”
He looked straight into your eyes, his gaze soft but determined.
“Because I saw you that day,” he said quietly. “At the fan sign, and then on the rooftop. I saw how much pain you were carrying. I couldn’t just forget about you. No one deserves to live like this.”
He reached out and gently wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “You’re going to be okay. I’m going to make sure of it. For now, just focus on breathing slowly. In and out. I’ll drive carefully.”
Jin closed the door softly, then got into the driver’s seat. Before starting the car, he glanced at you again.
“Still with me?” he asked softly.
You nodded, eyes heavy.
“I’m here…” you whispered.
“Good,” he said, starting the engine.
In the car, Jin kept glancing at you with deep worry while driving carefully.
“We’re going to the hospital right now,” he said firmly. “They’ll do X-rays for your ribs and check for any internal injuries.”
You shook your head quickly, wincing at the movement.
“No… please, no hospital,” you whispered, voice weak but desperate. “It’s too risky. What if someone recognizes you? You’re Jin… pictures would be everywhere in minutes. And if someone recognizes me… my husband has connections. He’ll find out. He’ll come back early. Please, Jin. I can’t risk it.”
Jin’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.
He stayed silent for a few seconds, clearly struggling.
“But you’re badly hurt,” he said, voice tight with frustration and concern. “Your ribs… you could have something broken. You’re bleeding.”
“I know,” you whimpered, clutching his coat tighter around you. “But please… not the hospital. Not tonight.”
Jin exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.
“Damn it…” He thought for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. Fine. No hospital. But I’m not leaving you like this. I’m taking you to my apartment. It’s private and safe. I’ll call my friend — she’s a doctor. I trust her completely. She’ll come quietly and check on you.”
You nodded weakly, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Thank you…”
“Don’t thank me,” he said softly. “Just stay awake a little longer.”
Twenty minutes later, Jin’s car entered the underground parking of a luxurious apartment building. He parked, then carefully lifted you out again, carrying you in his arms toward the private elevator.
Once inside his spacious, warmly lit apartment, he walked straight to the large living room couch and gently laid you down.
“Easy… easy,” he murmured as you gasped in pain. “There we go. Just lie back. I’m going to make you more comfortable.”
He quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it under your head, then another under your knees to ease the pressure on your ribs. After that, he disappeared for a minute and returned with a thick blanket, a first aid kit, a bowl of warm water, and clean cloths.
He knelt beside the couch, rolling up his sleeves.
“I called the doctor on the way,” he said while gently wiping the dried blood from your chin and lip with a damp cloth. “Her name is Dr. Min-ah. She’s on her way. She should be here in about 30 minutes.”
His touch was incredibly tender. Every movement was slow and careful, as if you were made of glass.
“This might sting a little,” he warned softly as he dabbed antiseptic on the cut above your eyebrow. “I’m sorry…”
You hissed sharply, jerking back a little.
“Ah—!”
Jin immediately pulled his hand away, his own face twisting as if he felt the pain too.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” he kept repeating, voice full of guilt. “Just a little more. I need to clean it properly.”
You breathed through the sting, fresh tears rolling down your temples.
“Why are you doing all this?” you whispered, voice cracking. “You could get in so much trouble… if anyone finds out you brought me here…”
Jin paused, his eyes meeting yours. They were dark with a mix of controlled anger and something much softer.
“Because no one else is,” he answered quietly but firmly. “Because I saw what that monster did to you. Because you called me asking for help, and I’m not the kind of person who can ignore that.”
He continued cleaning your wounds, then moved to the bruises on your arms and wrist. His fingers trembled slightly as he wrapped a bandage around your wrist.
“Does this hurt?” he asked gently, checking the tightness. “Tell me if it’s too tight.”
“It’s okay…” you murmured. “It feels better than before.”
Jin sat back on his heels for a moment, looking at the damage across your body. His jaw clenched.
“I should’ve taken you away that night on the rooftop,” he said, voice thick with regret. “The moment I saw those bruises… I knew. I should’ve done more.”
“You did enough by giving me your number,” you whispered. “Most people would’ve ignored it.”
“I’m not most people,” he replied, gently brushing hair away from your face. “And you’re not nothing. You’re not useless. Don’t ever believe what he told you.”
You looked up at him, eyes watery. “Jin… what if my husband finds out? What if he—”
“Hey,” he interrupted softly, taking your hand carefully. “He’s not going to find you here. This place is secure. No one knows you’re with me. For now, just focus on getting better. Dr. Min-ah will be here soon. She’ll give you proper medicine and check your ribs.”
He squeezed your hand lightly. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? I can get you water or something light to eat before she arrives.”
You shook your head. “Just… stay here. Don’t leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Jin promised, sitting properly on the floor beside the couch so his face was level with yours. “I’ll stay right here until the doctor comes. You can close your eyes if you want. I’ll watch over you.”
His voice dropped to a gentle whisper. “You’re safe now, Y/N. I’ve got you.”
The first night at Jin’s apartment passed in a blur of pain and exhaustion. True to his word, Dr. Min-ah arrived within thirty minutes. She was a calm, professional woman in her mid-thirties with a kind but serious face.
Jin had helped you sit up slightly on the couch when she entered. After introducing herself gently, she began her examination, checking your ribs, head, bruises, and cuts with careful hands.
“You’re very lucky,” Dr. Min-ah said after a long silence, wrapping a fresh bandage around your wrist. “No broken ribs, just badly bruised. The pain is intense now, but it should improve in a week or two if you rest properly.”
You let out a shaky breath of relief. “Thank you, doctor…”
She gave you a soft smile. “You’re safe here for now. Take the painkillers I’ve given you and rest as much as possible.” She turned to Jin. “Can I speak with you for a moment? Privately?”
Jin nodded and led her to the kitchen area, just far enough that you couldn’t hear everything.
Dr. Min-ah spoke in a low, concerned voice. “Jin, are you sure about this? Keeping her here… it’s risky for you too. And if her husband finds out—”
“I know,” Jin replied quietly but firmly. “I’ll be careful.”
Dr. Min-ah sighed. “Physically, she’ll recover. But mentally… this woman has been through severe, long-term abuse. She will need proper counseling just as much as she needs pain medicine. Trauma like this doesn’t disappear on its own. She may feel guilty, scared, even ashamed to face you. Be patient with her.”
She pulled a small white card from her bag and handed it to him.
“This is Lee Soo-yeon, one of the best counselors I know. She specializes in domestic abuse survivors. Take Y/N to see her when she feels ready. Don’t push her, but gently encourage it.”
Jin took the card and stared at it for a moment. “Thank you, Min-ah. Really. For coming so late and for everything.”
“Just be careful,” she warned softly. “And take care of yourself too. You can’t help her if you burn out.”
After the doctor left, the days began to blur together.
You stayed hidden in Jin’s quiet apartment, sleeping in his guest room, wearing his oversized soft shirts that carried his warm sandalwood scent.
He was always respectful, giving you space, never entering the room without knocking, cooking simple meals for you, and helping you with medicine.
But the air between you grew heavier with every passing day.
Every time his fingers brushed yours while handing you tea, every lingering glance, every soft “How are you feeling today?” made your heart race.
One night, sleep refused to come.
The pain in your ribs had dulled to a constant ache, but your mind was loud, filled with guilt, fear, and a deeper, forbidden feelings. You got up slowly from the couch and walked toward the kitchen, drawn by the soft light.
Jin stood there, shirtless, wearing only grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His broad shoulders and smooth, toned back glowed under the warm kitchen lights as he poured himself a glass of water.
He turned when he sensed you and froze.
His eyes slowly traveled down your body — you were wearing one of his big white shirts that reached mid-thigh. His gaze darkened.
“Can’t sleep?” His voice was low and slightly rough.
You shook your head, stepping closer until only a few inches separated you.
“I keep thinking about everything,” you whispered. “About him… about what I’m doing here… about you.”
Jin set the glass down. His hands hovered for a second before gently resting on your waist, testing, hesitant.
“We shouldn’t be...” you breathed, even as you leaned in closer, feeling the heat radiating from his bare chest.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice husky and strained. His thumbs slipped under the hem of the shirt, brushing the bare skin of your hips. “Tell me right now and I will.”
You didn’t say stop.
Instead, you rose on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his.
The kiss started tentative, nervous, then quickly turned desperate. Jin groaned deeply, pulling you flush against him. One hand tangled in your hair, the other pressed firmly against your lower back as he kissed you like he had been starving for you.
His tongue slid against yours, deep and consuming.
You moaned softly into his mouth, your fingers threading through his soft hair. He lifted you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, stepping between your legs, never breaking the kiss.
His lips moved down to your neck, kissing and gently sucking on the skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone, voice thick with emotion. “So damn beautiful…”
His hands roamed under the shirt, tracing your spine, pulling you even closer until you could feel how hard he was against you through his sweatpants. You arched into him, craving more.
But when he shifted you slightly, a sharp pain shot through your bruised ribs.
You winced and gasped.
Jin froze instantly. He pulled back, eyes wide with panic and guilt.
“Did I hurt you? Shit... I’m sorry.” He stepped back immediately, breathing hard, hands clenched tightly at his sides as if forcing himself not to touch you.
“I’m okay,” you whispered, even though your ribs throbbed.
Jin shook his head, running a hand through his hair.
“No. We shouldn’t do this. Not yet.” His voice was rough, breaking slightly. “I won’t touch you like that until your wounds are fully healed… and until you’re truly ready. I don’t want to be another person who hurts you.”
He stepped forward again, but only to press a soft, tender kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered there for a long moment.
“I want you,” he admitted quietly, voice full of restraint. “God, I want you so much. But not like this. Not when you’re still healing. Not when you’re still scared.”
You looked down, cheeks burning with a mix of desire and shame.
Jin gently lifted your chin so you would meet his eyes.
“When the time comes,” he said softly, “it will be because you want it completely. Not because you’re grateful or lonely or trying to forget him. Understand?”
You nodded, tears stinging your eyes.
He helped you down from the counter carefully and wrapped you in his arms, holding you against his bare chest.
“Go back to sleep,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.”
The day you decided to return to your apartment, Jin wouldn’t let you leave without a fight.
“You can’t be serious,” Jin said, voice tight with frustration as he stood between you and the door. “You’re still healing. Your ribs are barely better. Why are you going back to that hell?”
You kept your eyes lowered, fingers clutching the small bag. “I have my reasons, Jin.”
“What reasons?” he pressed, stepping closer. His voice softened with worry. “Tell me. Please. Y/N, I can help you. I have money. I can—”
“No.” You cut him off sharply, shaking your head. “I don’t want your money. I don’t want anyone else solving my problems for me.”
Jin ran a hand through his hair, clearly upset. “Then what? You’re just going to keep letting him hurt you? I don’t understand!”
You stayed quiet for a long moment, biting your lip. You knew if you told him the full truth about your mother’s medical expenses and your father’s debt, he would insist on paying everything.
You couldn’t let him carry that burden.
“I have my reasons,” you repeated softly. “Please don’t ask me again.”
Jin’s shoulders dropped. He looked at you with pained eyes. “Fine. I won’t force you. But promise me something.”
You finally looked up at him.
“When things get better… when you’re ready… you’ll leave him. Soon. You won’t stay trapped there forever.”
You nodded slowly, voice barely above a whisper. “I promise. I’ll leave him soon. I just need a little more time.”
Jin pulled you into a tight hug, pressing his lips to the top of your head.
“I hate this,” he murmured against your hair. “I hate letting you walk back into that place.”
When you returned to your apartment, your husband barely noticed.
He was sitting on the couch, laptop open, speaking loudly on a phone call about some “shipment” and “new contacts.” He glanced at you for only a second, eyes flicking over the fading bruises on your face and arms.
“You went to see your mother again?” he asked casually, not even waiting for a proper answer before returning to his call.
“Yes,” you replied quietly.
He didn’t question anything further. His shady business... whatever illegal dealings he was involved in... kept him busy and distracted. He was home less and less, often disappearing for days on “business trips.”
You played the role of the quiet wife whenever he was around, cooking when needed and staying out of his way. The apartment still felt like a prison, but now you had a secret escape... Jin.
Your secret meetings with Jin became more frequent whenever your husband was away.
Another night, well past midnight, you slipped into Jin’s apartment using the passcode he had given you.
The moment the door closed behind you, Jin was there. He pulled you into his arms without a word at first, holding you tightly against his chest.
“I hate that you go back to him every time,” he murmured, voice low and pained.
His hands slid, gently tracing the faded scars and bruises he had memorized. “Every single time you leave from here, I feel like I’m losing you.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.
“I’m here now,” you whispered. “That’s what matters, right?”
Jin pulled back slightly to look at your face. His eyes were dark with emotion... a mix of love, frustration, and longing.
“It’s not enough. I want you safe. I want you here, with me. Not playing pretend in that house with him.” His thumb gently brushed your bottom lip. “Does he suspect anything?”
You shook your head. “No. He barely looks at me these days. He’s too busy with his… whatever he’s doing.”
Jin exhaled sharply, forehead resting against yours. “I hate this so much. I hate that he still has any claim on you. That ring on your finger… it kills me every time I see it.”
You reached up and cupped his face with both hands.
“Then make me forget,” you whispered desperately.
Jin’s eyes searched yours for a moment. Then he leaned in and kissed you.
The kiss was slow at first, deep and full of aching emotion. His lips moved against yours with passion and restraint, pouring all his frustration and care into every touch.
He tilted your head gently, deepening the kiss as his tongue brushed against yours, drawing a soft moan from your throat.
His hands roamed your back under your sweater, warm and possessive but never going too far. He kissed you like he was trying to erase every bad memory, every bruise, every painful word your husband had ever given you.
When you both pulled apart for air, Jin rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.
“I would give anything to keep you here,” he said, voice rough. “To wake up next to you every morning. To know you’re safe.”
You kissed him again, softer this time, trying to pour your own feelings into it.
“I know,” you whispered against his lips. “I want that too. I just… I need more time. Please understand.”
Jin nodded, even though it clearly hurt him. He kissed your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth.
“I’ll wait,” he said quietly. “As long as it takes. But please… don’t make me wait forever. I don’t know how much longer I can stand it.”
He pulled you into another long, deep kiss, holding you close in the quiet warmth of his apartment. For those stolen moments, the rest of the world, your husband, the danger, the guilt... disappeared.
You had visited your mother two days ago, and the doctor’s words still echoed in your head like a death sentence.
“I’m sorry,” the doctor had said gently. “It’s stage four now. The treatment kept her stable for years, but it’s not working anymore. She doesn’t have much time left. Maybe a few weeks… at most two or three months.”
That same evening, you discovered your husband had stopped paying the hospital bills a week ago. The illusion that you were staying for your mother’s sake had finally shattered.
You made up your mind. When he returns, you are asking for divorce.
But your husband returned earlier than expected.
That night, the apartment door slammed open. You were in the living room when he stormed in, eyes blazing with pure rage.
He held up his phone, a grainy photo glowing on the screen... you and Jin leaving the counselor’s building, because you started taking therapy few weeks ago.
“You thought I wouldn’t find out?!” he shouted, voice dripping with venom. “Sneaking around with that fucking idol like a cheap whore?”
Your heart dropped. Your hands started shaking.
“It’s not what you think...” you stammered, backing away slowly.
“Not what I think?” He let out a cruel, unhinged laugh. “I have a photo of you holding hands with Kim Seokjin! You really thought you could play me for a fool?”
He hurled his phone at the wall with full force. It shattered loudly, pieces of glass scattering across the floor. You flinched hard.
“Don’t lie to me!” he roared, marching toward you. He grabbed your hair and twisted them painfully.
You cried out. “Ahh! Let go! You’re hurting me!”
“You’re my wife!” he snarled, shoving you hard against the wall. His hand wrapped around your throat, pressing just enough to make you panic. His breath reeked of alcohol and anger. “You don’t get to have secrets. You don’t get to humiliate me!”
You gasped for air, tears streaming down your face.
“What wife?” you choked out. “I married you for only one reason and now you stopped paying for my mother’s treatment! You don’t even care if she dies! I want a divorce!”
His eyes widened, then narrowed dangerously.
“Divorce?” He laughed darkly. “Oh, you need a divorce now?”
He pressed his face closer. “That photo on my phone is enough to destroy him. One leak and his career is over. Scandals, investigations, prison... I’ll make sure of it.”
Your blood ran cold.
“Please…” you whispered, forcing your voice to tremble. “I’ll stop. I swear. I’ll never see him again. Just… don’t do this. I’ll do anything.”
He stared at you for a long moment, studying your tear-stained face. His grip on your throat loosened slightly.
“You think I believe your tears?” he hissed. “I own you. But fine. I’ll give you a choice. If you leave him completely and disappear far away from here, I’ll divorce you quietly. If you keep seeing him… I will ruin his life. Do you understand?”
You nodded quickly, sobbing. “I understand… I’ll end it. Please just calm down.”
He finally released you. You sank to the floor, clutching your throat, coughing and crying. He looked down at you with disgust.
“Pathetic,” he muttered. “I’m leaving for Busan tomorrow morning for some business deal. When I come back, you better have cut all ties. Or I swear I’ll destroy him.”
He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and disappeared into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Later that night, when his drunken snores filled the apartment, you moved like a shadow.
You crawled across the floor, collecting his phone. By some miracle, the screen was cracked but the phone still turned on. You knew his patterns. After several attempts, it unlocked.
Your hands shook violently as you deleted the photo. You checked his cloud storage, chat history, call history, gallery, and email... nothing. He had only that one photo.
You let out a shaky breath of relief. You then searched his laptop and drawers.
No other evidence. No hidden photos. No videos. Nothing.
That was when you made your final decision.
You couldn’t stay.
You couldn’t risk Jin’s life and career.
The next night, while your husband was away again, you packed a small bag with only the essentials. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
Before leaving, you went to Jin’s apartment one last time while he was at a schedule. You placed your old diary on his coffee table, along with a handwritten note:
“Jin,
Forget me. Let me remain your secret. I’m sorry for dragging you into my mess. You deserve better. Thank you for everything you did for me. I will never forget your kindness.
Please don’t look for me.
~ Y/N”
You wiped your tears, and left without looking back.
The following morning, you used the last of your savings to hire a lawyer and filed for divorce quietly. You changed your number, deleted all your social media accounts, and packed everything you owned into one small suitcase.
By evening, you were at the airport.
As the plane took off and the city lights grew smaller beneath you, you pressed your forehead against the cold window, watching your old life disappear into the distance.
Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably.
“I’m sorry, Jin…” you whispered brokenly to yourself, voice barely audible over the sound of the engines. “I’m so sorry… I had to protect you.”
Your chest felt hollow, like someone had ripped your heart out.
Every mile the plane carried you farther away from him only made the pain sharper. You remembered his gentle hands cleaning your wounds, his warm voice promising you were safe, the way he kissed you like you were something precious.
Now you were gone.
You were flying to a new country... a place where no one knew you, where your husband couldn’t easily reach you, and most importantly, where Jin would be safe from any scandal or destruction.
You clutched the armrest tightly, biting your lip to stop yourself from sobbing out loud.
“I hope you can forgive me one day,” you whispered, eyes squeezed shut. “I hope you move on and find someone who can love you openly… someone who doesn’t have to disappear in the middle of the night.”
The plane climbed higher into the clouds, taking you farther and farther away from everything you had come to care about. From the man who had shown you what real love felt like... even if only for a short time.
You vanished completely.
No trace left behind.
No way for Jin to find you.
No way for your husband to threaten him anymore.
It was the hardest thing you had ever done. But in your broken heart, you truly believed it was the only way to protect the person who had once saved you.
Three years had passed, but the wound had never closed. It only worsened.
Jin was no longer the same man.
The bright, playful Jin the world loved had dimmed. He smiled on camera, laughed during interviews, and performed with perfect precision, but behind closed doors, he was hollow... a ghost wearing his own face.
He sat alone in his apartment late at night, the city lights blurring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Your old diary rested in his lap, its pages soft and worn from countless readings.
He opened it again, fingers tracing your handwriting.
“I’m sorry, Jin…” he whispered brokenly, reading the note you’d left him for the thousandth time. “Forget me. Let me be your secret.”
Tears stung his eyes.
“How am I supposed to forget you?” he choked out, voice cracking in the empty room. “You asked me to forget the only person I ever loved.”
He had searched for you relentlessly.
He hired private investigators.
He checked every hospital record he could access, every women’s shelter. He even quietly searched about your parents. But your mother had passed away shortly after you disappeared.
There was no trace of you anywhere.
One night, after too many drinks and too much pain, he finally tracked down your ex-husband.
The seedy bar reeked of cheap alcohol and cigarette smoke. Jin found him in a back corner, laughing with shady-looking men. The moment their eyes met, Jin stormed over. He asked other men to leave.
“Where is she?” Jin demanded, voice low and dangerous. He grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him against the wall. “Tell me where Y/N is. Right now.”
Your ex-husband blinked, then let out a drunken, mocking laugh. “Well, well… if it isn’t the rich pretty boy idol. Still crying over my leftovers?”
Jin’s grip tightened, eyes burning with rage and pain. “Did you threaten her? Did you tell her to disappear? Answer me!”
The man smirked, clearly enjoying Jin’s suffering.
“Yeah, I did. I told her I’d destroy your career if she didn’t leave you. Send your photos to the media, leak everything, ruin your perfect little life. And guess what? She actually listened. Ran away like a scared little mouse.”
Jin’s voice shook with fury. “You divorced her! You didn’t even want her! Then Why?... Why the hell did you care if she was with me?!”
Your ex-husband laughed again, cold and cruel.
“I don’t care. Not anymore. It was just fun, you know? Watching her cry and beg, knowing she was willing to destroy her own happiness to protect you. Pathetic, really. But entertaining.”
Jin saw red. His fist flew back, ready to strike. “You sick bastard...!”
Before he could land the punch, two large guards grabbed him from behind and dragged him away.
“Let go of me!” Jin shouted, struggling. “I’ll ruin you! I’ll expose every illegal deal you’ve ever made!”
Your ex-husband just smirked, wiping his mouth. “Go ahead, pretty boy. You’ve got nothing. And neither do I anymore. She’s gone. Good luck finding her.”
They threw Jin out into the cold night. He stood on the empty street, breathing hard, fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms.
He screamed into the darkness, voice raw. “Y/N… where are you?!”
Back at the company, the members had grown deeply worried.
During a late-night practice, Jin missed his cue again. He stood frozen in the middle of the room, staring at nothing.
Namjoon finally pulled him aside after practice.
He closed the door and sat down across from Jin. “Hyung… talk to me. Please. You’ve been like this for three years. We all know it’s because of her. The girl who disappeared.”
Jin stared at the floor, eyes empty. “I lost her, Joon. She left me a note saying ‘Forget me.’ How am I supposed to forget her? She’s everywhere. In my dreams, in every song, in every quiet moment.”
Namjoon sighed deeply, voice full of concern.
“We’re worried about you. You barely eat. You barely smile anymore. The fans are starting to notice something’s wrong. You keep writing songs and then hiding them. Why don’t you release at least one? Maybe it’ll help you heal.”
Jin laughed bitterly, tears filling his eyes.
“Heal? How do I heal when I don’t even know if she’s alive or dead? If she’s safe? Every night I think… what if she’s suffering somewhere? What if she needed me and I wasn’t there?”
He buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking. “I should’ve fought harder... I should’ve protected her better… but I failed her. Just like everyone else in her life.”
Namjoon placed a hand on Jin’s shoulder, voice soft. “Hyung… it wasn’t your fault. She chose to protect you. She loved you enough to disappear so you wouldn’t get hurt.”
Jin looked up, eyes red and broken. “Then why does it feel like she took half my soul with her? I can’t breathe without her, Joon. I still love her… after all these years. I think I’ll love her until the day I die.”
Namjoon stayed silent, offering only his presence as Jin broke down quietly... the same way he had almost every night for the past three years.
The night air was cool and crisp, carrying the distant hum of a foreign city. Jin stood on the rooftop of the luxurious hotel, just like he did in every city he visited.
Every rooftop felt like a prayer, a silent hope that somehow, somewhere, the universe would give him back the only person he had ever truly loved.
He was exhausted.
Promotions had drained him.
The lights, the screams, the smiles he forced for the cameras... none of it reached him anymore. He leaned against the railing, eyes closed, letting the wind brush across his face.
Then he heard it — soft footsteps.
He opened his eyes.
And the world stopped.
You stood near the ledge, hair gently moving in the breeze, no mask, no wedding ring, dressed in a simple hotel staff uniform. You looked… different.
Stronger. Free. But your eyes still carried shadows of the past.
Jin’s heart slammed against his ribs so hard he thought it might stop.
“Y/N…?” The name left his lips like a broken prayer. His voice cracked. “Y-You’re here…”
You turned around slowly.
The moment your eyes met his, your face went pale. The small notebook in your hands slipped from your fingers and fell to the ground.
“Jin…?” Your voice was barely a whisper, trembling with disbelief. “No… this can’t be real.”
He took a shaky step forward, afraid that if he moved too fast, you would disappear like every dream he’d had for the past three years.
“It’s me,” he said, voice thick with tears already gathering in his eyes. “God… it’s really you.”
You stared at him, eyes wide with shock and overwhelming emotion.
“What… what are you doing here?” you asked, voice shaking. “How... how did you find me?”
“I didn’t,” he breathed, stepping closer. “I’m staying at this hotel. We had a concert here. I just… I came up here to breathe. I come to rooftops in every city because… because it reminds me of you. Of the night we first met.”
You let out a broken sob, covering your mouth with both hands.
“I work here,” you whispered. “At this hotel. I’ve been working in the management team for almost two years now.”
Jin let out a shaky laugh mixed with tears. He was only a few feet away now, drinking in every detail of your face like a dying man seeing sunlight.
“You’re really here,” he repeated, voice breaking. “I looked for you everywhere. For three years. I hired people. I begged. I screamed your name in empty rooms. And you were… you were right here.”
Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks.
“I’m free, Jin,” you said, voice trembling with the weight of everything you’d carried alone.
“I filed for divorce. He finally signed the papers after I disappeared. My mother… she passed away a few months after I left. There was nothing left holding me there. So I ran. I changed everything. I just wanted to protect you.”
Jin closed the final distance in two strides and pulled you into his arms with desperate strength. His body trembled against yours as he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in like you were oxygen.
“I never forgot you,” he whispered fiercely, tears soaking into your hair. “Not for one single day. Your note said to forget you… but how could I? You were everything to me.”
You clutched his shirt tightly, sobbing into his chest.
“I wanted to come back so many times,” you cried. “Every night I thought about you. But he said he would destroy you. Your career, your reputation… I couldn’t let him do that to you. I loved you too much to ruin your life.”
Jin pulled back just enough to cup your face with both hands. His thumbs gently wiped away your tears, but his own kept falling. His eyes were red, full of three years of pain, love, and longing.
“I didn't care about that,” he said, voice raw. “All I wanted was you safe. All I wanted was you with me.”
“You could’ve just told me,” he whispered, hurt cracking through every word. “Just once. You could’ve told me what he said to you… what he threatened you with. I would’ve handled it. In my own way, I would’ve handled everything. You didn’t have to carry all of that alone.”
He rested his forehead against yours, breathing shakily.
“Do you know how many nights I read your diary? How many songs I wrote about you that I never had courage to release? I thought I’d lost you forever. I thought I’d die without ever holding you again.”
You let out a soft, broken laugh through your tears. “I thought you’d moved on. I hoped you had. You deserved to be happy.”
Jin shook his head, eyes burning with intensity. “There was no moving on. Not from you.”
He leaned in and kissed you.
It wasn’t gentle.
It was desperate, hungry, and full of three years of aching love. His lips moved against yours with raw emotion — relief, pain, joy, and love so deep it hurt.
You kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers tangling in his hair, tears mixing between your lips.
When you finally pulled apart, gasping for air, he kept your face in his hands, refusing to let go.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “I loved you then. I love you now. And I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”
You smiled through your tears, eyes shining with a happiness you hadn’t felt in years.
“I love you too, Jin. I never stopped. Not even for a second.”
He pulled you back into his arms, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. His body shook with quiet sobs as he pressed kiss after kiss to your forehead, your temple, your cheeks.
“You’re really here,” he kept whispering. “You’re free. We’re both free now.”
You nodded against his chest, finally feeling safe in the arms you had dreamed about for three long years.
“I’m here,” you whispered back. “And I’m not leaving you again. Never again.”
For the first time in three years, under the foreign city sky, both your hearts felt whole.
The hotel room door clicked shut behind you, and for a moment, you both just stood there, breathing each other in. Jin cupped your face with trembling hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks as if you were the most fragile thing he’d ever touched.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, eyes searching yours. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. Just being able to hold you is already more than I dreamed of.”
You nodded, tears slipping down your face as you placed your hands over his. “I’m sure, Jin. I want this. I want you. I’ve waited three years… I don’t want to wait anymore.”
He kissed you slowly, deeply, pouring three years of longing into every brush of his lips.
“I still can’t believe you’re here,” he whispered against your mouth, voice shaking. “I’m scared if I close my eyes, you’ll disappear again.”
“I’m here,” you breathed, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I’m really here, Jin.”
His hands moved gently over your body, carefully unbuttoning your uniform blouse as if unwrapping something sacred. He kissed every inch of skin he revealed... your collarbone, your shoulders, the faded scars on your ribs.
“I missed you so much,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Every night I dreamed of… of being close to you like this... of being yours in every way.”
He laid you down on the bed with utmost care, hovering above you.
His eyes never left yours as he slowly removed the rest of your clothes, then his own. When you were both bare, he settled between your legs and began kissing his way down your body with aching reverence.
“Jin…” you gasped softly as his lips brushed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, leaving a trail of slow, open-mouthed kisses.
He looked up at you from between your legs, eyes dark, glassy, and full of worship. His breath was warm against your slick folds as he whispered, “Let me take care of you, baby. Let me love you the way I’ve been dying to for so long.”
Then he lowered his mouth to you.
The first slow, deliberate lick of his tongue from your entrance all the way up to your clit made your back arch off the bed.
Jin groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against your core, as if he was the one receiving pleasure.
“Fuck… you’re so wet already,” he murmured, voice husky and reverent. “So sweet.”
He took his time, savoring you like you were the most delicate, precious thing he’d ever tasted.
His tongue moved in long, languid strokes... licking, swirling, teasing, exploring every inch of your pussy with devoted patience.
When he wrapped his soft lips around your swollen clit and sucked gently, a broken moan tore from your throat. “Oh my god, Jin—”
He didn’t rush.
Every movement was slow, sensual, and full of love.
He licked you like he was trying to memorize your taste, like he wanted this moment branded into his soul. His hands held your hips down gently but firmly, thumbs stroking soothing circles on your lower belly as he devoured you.
“You have no idea how many nights I dreamed of this,” he whispered against your dripping core, voice thick with emotion. “How many times I woke up hard and aching, wishing I could have you in my arms.”
He slid his tongue inside you, fucking you with it in deep, lazy thrusts while his nose brushed against your clit. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth mixed with your soft, desperate whimpers filled the room.
When he moved back up to suck on your clit again, two of his fingers gently traced your entrance before slowly sliding inside you, curling lovingly against that perfect spot.
“Jin… Jin—” you moaned, fingers tightening in his hair, hips twitching helplessly.
He hummed against you, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. His fingers moved in perfect rhythm with his tongue, slow, deep, and so intimate it made tears sting your eyes.
He worshipped you completely, pouring every ounce of his love, longing, and hunger into every lick, every suck, every gentle thrust of his fingers.
“Look at me... baby,” he whispered, eyes locking with yours from between your trembling thighs. “I want to watch you fall apart for me.”
The intensity of his gaze, the wet heat of his mouth, and the perfect curl of his fingers finally pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you like a warm, endless wave.
You came with a broken cry of his name, thighs shaking around his head, your fingers gripping his hair as pleasure flooded every inch of your body.
Jin didn’t stop.
He kept licking you gently through it, drinking every drop of your release like he was starving, soft moans vibrating against your sensitive flesh until you were whimpering, overstimulated and glowing.
Only then did he kiss his way back up your body, pressing tender, loving kisses on every scar, every old bruise, murmuring against your flushed skin, “You’re so beautiful when you come… so perfect. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
You gently pushed his shoulders until he rolled onto his back.
Straddling his hips, you looked down at him, heart overflowing with love and need. Jin’s hands rested lightly on your waist, warm and trembling, simply holding you like he was afraid you might vanish.
“Are you sure?” he softly asked again, his voice hoarse with emotion.
His eyes were glassy, full of love and quiet worry.
“I want this,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss him slowly, tenderly. “I want all of you, Jin. I’ve waited three years to feel you like this.”
You reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his hard, throbbing length. Jin’s breath hitched sharply as you stroked him once, twice, before slowly guiding him to your entrance.
Both of you gasped loudly as you began sinking down onto him.
“Oh… fuck…” Jin moaned deeply, his head falling back against the pillow for a second before his eyes snapped back to yours. “You’re so tight… so warm. My love… you feel incredible.”
Inch by inch, you took him in, savoring the delicious stretch, the way he filled you so perfectly. When he was buried to the hilt inside you, you both stayed still, breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together.
“You’re inside me…” you whispered in awe, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I’ve dreamed about this so many times.”
Jin cupped your face with both hands, thumbs brushing away your tears.
“I’m inside you,” he breathed, voice cracking. “After all this time… you’re finally mine. I can feel you pulsing around me. It’s driving me crazy.”
You began moving slow, sensual rolls of your hips.
You didn’t just ride him. You made love to him.
Every deep grind, every smooth circle of your hips was deliberate, intimate, and full of emotion. Your slick walls clenched around his thick length with every movement, drawing shaky groans from his throat.
“God, Y/N…” Jin moaned, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs gently teasing your nipples. “You’re so wet… so perfect. Look at me, baby. Don’t close your eyes.”
You locked eyes with him as you rode him deeper, rolling your hips in long, luxurious strokes.
The wet, intimate sounds of your bodies moving together filled the room. Every time you sank down, he hit that perfect spot inside you, making you whimper.
“I missed you so much,” you gasped, bracing your hands on his chest as you moved faster. “I always wondered how will it feel to being this close to you.”
Jin sat up suddenly, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pulling your chest flush against his. Your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, your hips grinding sensually against him while he thrust up gently to meet you.
“I thought about this every night,” he whispered hotly against your lips, voice trembling. “I’d touch myself thinking about you riding me just like this… looking into my eyes… telling me you love me.”
“I love you,” you moaned, circling your hips slowly, feeling every inch of him sliding inside you. “I love you so much, Jin. You’re so deep… I can feel you everywhere.”
He kissed you deeply, tongues sliding together as you continued riding him with slow, filthy rolls of your hips. One of his hands slid down to grip your ass, guiding you gently, helping you take him even deeper.
“You’re squeezing me so tightly,” he groaned against your mouth. “So good, baby… You’re going to make me lose my mind.”
Tears kept falling from your eyes as pleasure and love mixed together. You rode him with deep, sensual movements — grinding, rolling, clenching around him on every downstroke.
“I’m yours,” you whimpered, burying your face in his neck. “Only yours. No one else has ever had me like this.”
Jin’s arms tightened around you, his breath ragged.
“And I’m yours,” he whispered fiercely. “Every part of me has always belonged to you. Even when you were gone… my heart, my body— everything was waiting for you.”
The pleasure built slowly, intensely, until you were both trembling, moaning each other’s names like a prayer. Your hips moved faster, chasing that edge together, skin slick with sweat, hearts beating wildly against each other.
Mid-thrust, Jin gently flipped you over with careful strength, never pulling out. You gasped as your back met the soft sheets, and he settled between your thighs, still buried deep inside you.
He hovered above you, forearms braced on either side of your head, caging you in the warmest, safest way possible.
His eyes... dark, glistening with unshed tears, and overflowing with love, never left yours.
“Look at me, baby,” he whispered tenderly, voice husky and low. “I need to see you. Every expression. Every breath. I’ve waited three years to watch you while I’m inside you like this.”
He rolled his hips slowly, pushing back into you with one long, deep stroke. You moaned softly, back arching as you felt every thick inch of him stretching and filling you so perfectly.
“Jin…” you breathed, legs wrapping tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper.
He groaned, the sound low and broken, forehead pressed against yours.
“You’re so warm… so wet around me,” he whispered, lips brushing yours with every word. “I can feel you clenching every time I move. It’s driving me crazy, my love.”
His thrusts were slow, sensual, and deliberate, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in with one smooth, gliding motion, again and again.
The wet, intimate sound of your bodies connecting filled the quiet room. Every deep stroke made your toes curl and your breath hitch.
He angled his hips slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. You whimpered, nails gently digging into his back.
“Right there… oh god, Jin… right there,” you moaned, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.
Jin kissed them away, then captured your lips in a slow, deep kiss, tongues sliding together as he continued making love to you. His pace never quickened, he kept it slow, sensual, and devastatingly intimate.
“You feel so good,” he whispered against your mouth. “So fucking perfect. I could stay inside you forever.”
One of his hands slid down to grip the back of your thigh, spreading you wider for him as he sank even deeper. You both moaned loudly at the new depth.
“I’m yours,” you gasped, cupping his face with both hands, staring into his eyes. “I’ve always been yours. No one else has ever touched me like this… only you.”
Jin’s eyes fluttered with emotion.
A tear slipped down his cheek and landed on your lips.
His thrusts became deeper, more purposeful, grinding against you on every stroke. The pleasure built like a warm, glowing wave, slow but unstoppable.
“I can feel you getting tighter,” he whispered hotly, lips brushing your ear. “Are you close, baby? Let me feel you come around me. I want to feel every pulse.”
You nodded frantically, legs tightening around him.
“I’m so close… Jin, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop looking at me.”
“I won’t,” he promised, forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked. “Come for me, my love. Let go.”
Your orgasm hit you. You cried out his name, body trembling beneath him as intense pleasure washed over you. Your walls fluttered and clenched tightly around his cock, pulling him deeper.
The feeling of you coming around him pushed Jin over the edge right after you.
“Y/N… oh god, baby—” he groaned deeply, burying his face in your neck as his hips stuttered. You felt him throb and pulse inside you, filling you with warm, long spurts of his release while he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
For several long moments, you stayed locked together... trembling, breathing heavily, hearts pounding against each other. Jin didn’t pull out.
He stayed buried deep inside you, arms wrapped tightly around your body as if he could merge your souls.
“I love you,” he whispered over and over against your skin, voice hoarse and full of emotion. “I love you. I love you so much.”
You kissed his shoulder, tears still falling softly.
“I love you too,” you whispered back. “More than I ever thought was possible.”
For a long time, neither of you moved.
Jin remained buried deep inside you, arms wrapped tightly around your trembling body as if he was afraid you might slip away again.
Your legs were still loosely wrapped around his, chests pressed together, hearts beating wildly against one another. The room was filled with nothing but your soft breathing and occasional sniffles.
Jin pressed gentle kisses along your shoulder and neck, his lips lingering on your skin like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.
“I don’t want to pull out yet,” he whispered, voice hoarse and thick with emotion. “I want to stay like this… connected to you… just a little longer.”
You nodded, tears slipping silently down your temples. “Stay. I need you close.”
Several minutes passed in sacred silence before Jin finally shifted. He kissed you softly on the lips, then slowly and carefully pulled out of you. You both let out a small, shared whimper at the loss.
“I’ll be right back, my love,” he murmured, brushing your hair away from your damp forehead.
He slipped out of bed and walked to the bathroom.
You heard the water running for a moment. When he returned, he had cleaned himself and was carrying a small bowl of warm water and a soft towel. His eyes never left you as he climbed back onto the bed.
“Come here, baby,” he said gently, voice full of tenderness.
He parted your legs with the utmost care and began cleaning you with slow, loving strokes of the warm towel. Every touch was delicate, almost worshipful.
“Does this feel okay?” he asked softly, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
You bit your lip, fresh tears gathering in your eyes at how gently he was treating you.
“It feels nice,” you whispered. “No one has ever taken care of me like this before.”
Jin’s eyes softened even more.
He leaned down and kissed the inside of your thigh before continuing to clean you with careful affection.
“You deserve this,” he said quietly.
“You deserve to be loved gently. You deserve someone who treasures every part of you.” His voice cracked slightly. “I hate that I wasn’t there for so long… I hate that you went through everything alone.”
Once he was done, he set the towel aside and pulled you into his arms again, wrapping the blanket securely around both of you. He held you against his chest, one hand stroking your back while the other cradled the back of your head.
“I used to fall asleep imagining this,” he confessed quietly. “Holding you in my arms after making love. Feeling your heartbeat against mine. Now it’s real… and I don’t know how to stop crying.”
You let out a soft, teary laugh and kissed his chest. “Me neither. I’m so happy it hurts.”
Jin tilted your chin up so he could look into your eyes. “No more running. No more goodbyes. Wherever you go, I go. Whatever you need, I’ll give you. We’ve lost three fucking years. I’m not losing even one more day.”
Jin smiled through his own tears and leaned in to kiss you... slow, deep, and full of quiet devotion.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered against your lips. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel pain like that again.”
You cupped his face with both hands, thumbs gently wiping his tears.
You smiled, finally feeling whole. “I love you too, Jin. Forever.”
Wrapped in each other’s warmth, hearts still racing but souls finally at peace, you both drifted into the most restful sleep either of you had known in years.
Months later, Jin still kept your relationship private from the public eye, except the subtle hints which clearly proved he was not single anymore. He never showed your face, never spoke your name, but those who knew him well could sense the change in him.
During a live interview with the group, the host asked with a playful smile, “Jin-ssi, you seem much happier these days. Is there someone special who made you smile like this?”
Jin’s ears turned slightly pink, but his smile was soft and genuine. He glanced down for a moment, then looked back at the camera with warm eyes.
“Yes,” he answered gently. “There is someone very special in my life now who makes even the hard days feel worth it.”
The members beside him exchanged knowing glances and teasing smiles.
Namjoon chuckled. “Hyung has been smiling at his phone a lot lately.”
Taehyung nodded enthusiastically. “And he’s been cooking more too! He keeps saying ‘she might like this’ when he tries new recipes.”
Jin laughed shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yah, stop exposing me. But yes… I’m very happy. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I have a home to return to.”
During lives, he would drop even softer hints.
While eating ramen on camera, he smiled warmly and said, “I used to eat alone a lot… but now someone waits for me. Sometimes she scolds me for eating too much junk food.”
He laughed, eyes sparkling. “She takes care of me well.”
He never revealed more than that, always protecting your privacy.
One quiet evening, Jin finally brought you to meet his members.
The moment you stepped inside, six pairs of curious but kind eyes turned toward you. Jin’s hand stayed firmly wrapped around yours, his thumb stroking your skin reassuringly.
“Guys,” Jin said, voice full of quiet pride, “this is Y/N. The one I’ve been telling you about.”
Namjoon stood up first with a warm, dimpled smile. “Finally! We’ve heard so much about you. It’s really nice to meet you, Y/N.”
You bowed nervously. “It’s an honor to meet all of you. I’ve been so nervous…”
Hoseok bounced over with his bright energy. “No need to be nervous! Jin-hyung talks about you all the time.”
Yoongi gave you a soft, gummy smile from the couch. “He’s been happier these past months. We all noticed. Thank you for taking care of him.”
Jungkook tilted his head, eyes wide and curious. “Noona, is it true you worked at that hotel overseas? That’s so cool! Hyung kept showing us pictures of the city but refused to tell us why he wanted to go back there so badly.”
You blushed deeply. Jin squeezed your hand and laughed.
“Yah, Jungkook-ah, don’t embarrass her!”
Taehyung leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “So… how did you two actually meet? Jin-hyung only gave us dramatic versions. Something about a rooftop and destiny.”
Jin tensed up. “Taehyung—”
You smiled and looked at Jin lovingly before answering, “It’s a long story… but he saved me when I needed saving the most.”
The room became quiet for a moment, the playful atmosphere softening into something more sincere.
Namjoon nodded gently. “We’re really glad you’re here, Y/N. Jin-hyung and you have been through a lot. Seeing him like this again… it means everything.”
Jimin walked over and gave you a gentle hug. “Welcome to the family. You don’t have to worry about anything. We’ll protect both of you.”
After dinner and endless teasing from the members, Jin pulled you aside onto the balcony while the others were cleaning up. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“So… how do you feel?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“They’re all so sweet to me,” you whispered, leaning back into him. “I was terrified what if they wouldn’t like me.”
Jin turned you around to face him, cupping your cheeks gently.
“They adore you already. Especially after seeing how happy you make me.” His eyes were warm and full of love. “I don’t need the whole world to know about us yet. But they’re my family… and now you’re part of it too.”
You smiled, eyes misty. “Thank you for not rushing to show me to the world. I still get scared sometimes.”
“I know,” he murmured, forehead resting against yours. “We’ll take our time. I’ll keep giving little hints in interviews… enough so the fans know I’m loved and loving someone. But your face, your name, your safety... those are mine to protect. Always.”
He kissed you softly, slow and sweet, under the night sky.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “Thank you for letting me show you to the people who matter most.”
You kissed him back, heart full. “I love you too. More than anything.”
From inside, you could hear Jungkook dramatically yelling, “Hyung! Stop kissing her and come help with the dishes!”
Jin laughed against your lips. “Ready to go back in?”
You nodded, smiling brightly. “Yeah. I think I just found my new family.”
One year later, on a quiet private beach at golden hour, the sky was painted in soft hues of pink, orange, and gold.
The waves gently kissed the shore as you danced barefoot in the sand, your white sundress flowing around you with every twirl.
Jin sat on a beach towel, watching you with the softest, most lovesick smile on his face.
His heart felt too big for his chest.
“Y/n...” he called out, laughing when you nearly tripped over your own feet. “Baby, you’re going to fall!”
“Then come catch me!” you shouted back, spinning with your arms wide open.
Jin jumped up instantly and ran toward you.
He caught you mid-twirl, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground. You squealed with laughter as he spun you both around in circles.
“Jin! I’m getting dizzy!” you giggled, holding onto his shoulders.
“Good! That means you can’t run away from me,” he teased, finally slowing down until he gently collapsed backward into the soft sand, pulling you down with him.
You landed on his chest, both of you laughing breathlessly like little kids. He brushed sand off your cheek, his eyes sparkling with pure adoration.
“You’re adorable,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “How did I get so lucky?”
You propped your chin on his chest, smiling down at him. “I think I’m the lucky one. There was a time, I was scared of everything… and now look at me. Dancing on a beach with the love of my life.”
Jin’s expression softened even more.
He sat up slowly, keeping you in his lap, and wrapped his arms around you from behind. His chin rested on your shoulder as you both faced the sunset.
“You’re free now,” he whispered tenderly, pressing a kiss to your head. “No more hiding. No more fear. Just you and me.”
You turned your head to look at him, your nose brushing his.
“No,” you said softly, your voice full of warmth. “I’m not just free, Jin. I’m home. You’re my home.”
His eyes crinkled beautifully as he smiled.
He leaned in and kissed you... slow, sweet, and full of love. When he pulled away, he started peppering tiny kisses all over your face, making you burst into giggles.
“Jin! That tickles!” you laughed, trying to squirm away, but he only held you tighter, laughing along with you.
“I can’t help it. I’m addicted to your laugh,” he confessed, nuzzling into your neck. “I want to hear it every single day for the rest of my life.”
You both eventually lay back in the sand, your head resting on his chest as you watched the sun slowly dip into the ocean. The sky turned into a dreamy blend of colors.
Jin played with your fingers, his heartbeat steady under your ear.
After a few peaceful minutes, he gently took your left hand in both of his. You felt him slip something cool and smooth onto your ring finger.
You lifted your head, eyes widening when you saw the beautiful diamond ring now sparkling on your finger. It was elegant, delicate, and perfect.
“Jin…” you breathed, voice shaking with emotion.
He sat up properly, taking both your hands in his. His eyes were glassy but his smile was radiant.
“Y/N,” he said softly, voice full of love, “you’ve already made me the happiest man in the world this past year. But I’m greedy. I want a lifetime of this... dancing on beaches, laughing until we can’t breathe, waking up next to you every morning, cooking terrible breakfasts together…”
You let out a teary laugh.
He continued, thumbs stroking the back of your hands. “I want to protect you, cherish you, and love you on your good days and your hard days. I want to build a future with you. So… will you marry me, baby? Will you let me be your husband?”
Tears spilled down your cheeks as you nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes!” you cried happily. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”
Jin’s face lit up like the sunrise.
He pulled you into a tight hug, laughing joyfully.
“I love you so much!” he shouted, voice full of pure happiness. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
You cupped his face and kissed him deeply, both of you smiling so wide it made the kiss clumsy and perfect.
When you pulled away, you whispered against his lips, “I can’t wait to be your wife, Kim Seokjin.”
He rested his forehead against yours, eyes shining with happy tears. “And I can’t wait to call you mine forever.”
You both fell back into the sand again, wrapped in each other’s arms, laughing and kissing as the sky slowly turned dark and the stars began to appear above you.
Pairing: CEO!Seokjin x Employee!Reader
Genre: Office AU, Workplace Romance, Strangers-to-Lovers, One Night Stand AU, Age Gap Romance (5 years), flirty chaos, rom-com, fluff, smut, jealousy, sexual tension
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content [One night stand, messy make-out, wet kisses, oral f receiving, riding, fingering, multiple orgasms and multiple rounds, elevator make-out, basement make-out, CEO desk sex, protected sex], Jealousy, possessiveness
Rating: 18+| Minors DNI
Word Count: ~14k
[MASTERLIST]
The bass vibrated through your bones, but it did nothing to lift your mood.
Graduation had ended only a few hours ago, and your best friends had practically kidnapped you from the after-party, insisting that “you only graduate once” and that you “deserved to let loose for once.”
You hated clubs.
The sticky floors, the overwhelming smell of perfume and alcohol, the way people shouted just to be heard. You were nursing a watered-down cocktail at the edge of the bar, already planning your escape, when you noticed him.
Tall... Broad shoulders... Sharp jawline that could cut glass...
He looked expensive even in the dim club lighting — white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, revealing toned forearms, and dark trousers that hugged his long legs.
His expression screamed boredom, like he’d rather be anywhere else.
You weren’t sure what possessed you, but the words slipped out before you could stop them. “You look like someone who regrets coming here.”
He turned his head slowly.
His dark eyes met yours, and the corner of his lips twitched into a small, dangerously attractive smirk.
“I do,” he said, voice deep and smooth, cutting through the noise like velvet. “But then I met you.”
Your stomach flipped. Just like that. One sentence and the air between you shifted.
He slid onto the stool beside you, close enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologne.
“I’m not usually here either,” you admitted, swirling your drink. “My friends dragged me. Graduation celebration.”
“Congratulations,” he murmured, eyes flicking over you with open appreciation. “Final year?”
“Just finished.” You smiled shyly. “Feels weird. Like I’m supposed to have my life figured out now.”
He chuckled softly. “Life rarely cooperates with plans. Trust me.”
The conversation flowed easier than it should have with a stranger. Teasing banter came naturally.
He was quick-witted, a little cocky, but in a way that made your cheeks heat instead of annoying you. When the crowd grew too loud and the music too aggressive, he leaned in, breath brushing your ear.
“Want to get some air? There’s a balcony upstairs that’s usually quieter.”
You nodded before your brain could catch up.
He offered his hand.
You took it.
On the balcony, the cool night air kissed your skin. He shrugged off his coat and draped it over your shoulders without asking. It smelled like him... warm and masculine.
“Better?” he asked, leaning against the railing beside you.
“Much.” You pulled the coat tighter, glancing up at him. “You still haven’t told me your name.”
He looked at you for a long moment, something unreadable in his gaze. Then he smiled, soft and almost boyish. “Call me Jin.”
“Jin,” you repeated, liking the way it felt on your tongue.
The tension thickened and his eyes dropped to your lips.
Yours did the same to his.
He stepped closer, voice dropping lower. “Tell me if I’m reading this wrong.”
“You’re not,” you whispered.
His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip. “I want to kiss you. Badly.”
“Then do it.”
The first kiss was slow, testing. Then it ignited.
Wet, hungry kisses followed... deep and consuming. His tongue slid against yours, coaxing soft moans from your throat. He tasted like whiskey and sin. One hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist, pulling you flush against his hard body.
“Fuck… you taste good,” he groaned against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip.
You lost track of time.
Minutes blurred into heated touches and whispered curses. When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard.
“My place is twenty minutes away,” he said, forehead resting against yours. “Come home with me.”
Your heart hammered.
This was reckless. You didn’t know him. You didn’t do things like this. But looking into his eyes which were dark with desire, yet strangely gentle... it felt right.
“Yes,” you breathed. “Take me home.”
The ride to his apartment was a haze of stolen kisses at red lights and his hand resting possessively on your thigh.
The second the apartment door clicked shut, his mouth was on your neck, sucking marks into your skin while his hands roamed, clothes started coming off.
Jin pushed you against the wall, kissing you like he was starving.
His hands slid under your dress, gripping your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding against the hard bulge in his pants.
“Bedroom,” he growled, carrying you down the hallway without breaking the kiss.
He laid you down on his massive bed like you were something precious, then crawled over you. He peeled your dress off slowly, eyes darkening at every inch of skin revealed.
“Look at you…” he murmured, voice rough with lust. “So fucking beautiful.”
He kissed his way down your body with deliberate slowness, lips brushing over your collarbone, the valley between your breasts, your stomach, then lower.
Every kiss left a trail of heat.
When he reached your hips, he looked up at you through dark lashes, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he murmured, voice low and rough.
His large hands gripped your thighs, gently but firmly pushing them apart until you were completely open to him. “That’s it… fuck, look at you. Already so wet and I’ve barely touched you.”
Your breath hitched as the cool air hit your slick folds. Heat flooded your face, but the way he was staring at your pussy like it was his favorite meal made your core clench.
“Jin…” you whispered, half embarrassed, half desperate.
He chuckled darkly, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another, inching closer but never quite where you needed him. “So shy all of a sudden? You were grinding against me like a needy little thing just a minute ago.”
You let out a frustrated whine, fingers twisting in the sheets. “Stop teasing…”
“Teasing?” He nipped at your other thigh, tongue soothing the sting.
“This isn’t teasing, sweetheart. This is me enjoying the view.” His breath ghosted over your clit and you jerked. “You’re dripping for me. So pretty and wet. Bet you taste even better.”
Before you could beg again, his tongue finally dragged slowly through your folds... one long, torturous lick from your entrance to your swollen clit.
“Ah— Jin!” you cried out, back arching sharply. Your hands flew to his dark hair, threading through the soft strands.
He groaned against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. “Mmm… fuck, you taste so sweet. Like honey.” He licked again, slower this time, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it gently between his lips.
Your hips bucked involuntarily. “Oh my god... right there—”
Jin pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your arousal. “Yeah? You like that?” He flicked his tongue over your clit rapidly, then sucked harder. “Tell me how it feels, baby. Use your words.”
“It feels... ah... so good,” you moaned, thighs trembling around his head. “Your tongue… fuck, Jin, don’t stop—”
He hummed in approval and slid two thick fingers inside you without warning, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot. The combination of his mouth and fingers made your eyes roll back.
“Shit... Jin! Too much... feels too good—”
“Not enough,” he growled, pumping his fingers steadily while his tongue worked your clit in tight circles. “I want you to soak my face. Can you do that for me? Come on my tongue like a good girl.”
You were panting, hips grinding against his mouth shamelessly now. “I’m close... so close— please...”
He sucked your clit harder, fingers thrusting faster, curling with every stroke. “That’s it. Let go, baby. I’ve got you. Come for me. Let me taste how hard you cum.”
The pressure built unbearably fast. Your grip on his hair tightened as your whole body tensed.
“Jin... Jin, I’m... fuck, I’m cumming—!”
You shattered with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head as waves of intense pleasure crashed through you. He didn’t stop — tongue and fingers working you through every pulse, drawing out your orgasm until you were shaking and whimpering.
When the aftershocks finally faded, he kissed his way back up your body, letting you taste yourself as he claimed your mouth in a deep, filthy kiss.
“Fuck, you’re delicious,” he rasped against your lips, voice hoarse with lust. “Did you hear how pretty you sounded moaning my name?”
You could barely form words, still floating.
“You’re… evil,” you managed, breathless.
Jin laughed softly, nipping at your bottom lip. “Evil? Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.” His hard cock pressed against your thigh, hot and heavy. “Think you can handle more?”
You nodded eagerly, pulling him down for another kiss. “Yes… please. I want you inside me.”
He groaned, grinding against you. “Good girl. Because I need to feel this tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. Multiple times tonight.”
“Condom?” you managed to ask between messy, desperate kisses, your hands roaming over his broad chest.
“Nightstand,” Jin growled against your lips, barely breaking the kiss as he reached over.
He tore the packet open with his teeth, eyes never leaving yours. His breathing was ragged as he rolled the condom down his thick, throbbing length.
You couldn’t help but stare.
His cock was big — long and girthy, veins prominent, the head flushed dark and already leaking precum even through the latex. The sight made your core clench with anticipation.
Jin noticed your gaze and smirked, that dangerously cocky look returning. He gripped the base and rubbed the swollen head slowly up and down your slick folds, deliberately teasing your swollen clit with every pass.
“Fuck… you’re dripping all over me,” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “Look at that. Your pretty pussy is begging for my cock.”
You whimpered, hips twitching every time he nudged your clit. “Jin… Please... Don't tease...”
He let out a low, amused chuckle and pressed the head against your entrance, pushing in just the tip before pulling back out again. “I’m just making sure you really want it, baby. I want to hear you say it.”
He repeated the motion, sliding the thick head between your folds, bumping your clit, then nudging your hole again... driving you insane with need.
You moaned loudly, nails digging into his shoulders. “I want you. God, I want you so bad.”
“Yeah?” He leaned down, lips brushing your ear, voice dropping into a husky whisper. “Tell me exactly what you want. Use your pretty words.”
“I want your cock,” you breathed, voice shaking with desperation. “Please, Jin… fuck me. I need you inside me right now.”
A deep, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest. “That’s my good girl.”
He finally pushed in... slow, deliberate, letting you feel every thick inch stretching you open. The burn was delicious, the fullness overwhelming.
Both of you moaned loudly as he sank deeper.
“Shit…” Jin hissed through gritted teeth, forehead pressed against yours. “You’re so fucking tight. Squeezing me like you were made for this cock.”
You gasped, back arching off the bed as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours. “Oh my god… you’re so big. I can feel you so deep—”
He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, but his control was clearly fraying. His arms trembled slightly as he held himself above you.
“Talk to me, baby,” he murmured, voice strained. “Tell me how it feels having my cock buried inside you.”
“It feels… incredible,” you whimpered, clenching around him experimentally. “So full… you’re hitting so deep already.”
Jin groaned and started moving — slow, powerful thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep.
Every stroke made your toes curl.
“Fuck, listen to how wet you are,” he rasped, the lewd sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. “This pussy is taking me so well. Greedy little thing.”
Your moans grew louder with every thrust. “Jin— ah— harder… please, I can take it.”
He picked up the pace, hips snapping forward with more force. One hand slid under your ass, tilting your hips to hit even deeper. “Like this? You want me to fuck you harder, sweetheart?”
“Yes— yes, just like that!” You cried out, nails raking down his back. “Don’t stop… you feel so good inside me.”
He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy, wet kiss while pounding into you. Between kisses he whispered filthy praises. “That’s it… take every inch. Such a good girl for me.”
“Your pussy is clenching so tight around my cock. You gonna cum for me again?”
You could barely form coherent sentences, pleasure building rapidly. “I— fuck... I’m so close already—”
He smirked against your lips, angling his thrusts to hit that perfect spot inside you with every stroke. “Then cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock while I’m still buried deep inside you. Let me feel it.”
The intensity pushed you over the edge fast. Your walls fluttered and clenched hard around him as you came with a loud cry of his name, body shaking beneath him.
Jin groaned loudly, his rhythm faltering for a moment. “Fuck... that’s it. Good girl. Milk my cock just like that…”
He didn’t stop moving, fucking you through your orgasm with deep, steady thrusts, drawing it out until you were a trembling, whimpering mess.
When you finally started coming down, he kissed you softly, still buried inside you, and whispered against your lips with a wicked smile, “Do you need a minute? Before we start again.”
He quickly changed the condom, rolling on a fresh one with practiced ease before pulling you on top of him.
You straddled his hips, hands braced on his firm chest as you slowly sank down onto his thick cock.
A shared moan filled the room.
His hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging in hard enough to leave faint marks as you started bouncing on him.
“That’s it, baby… ride me just like that,” Jin groaned, eyes dark with lust and admiration. “Fuck, you look so good taking my cock. So pretty when you’re falling apart for me.”
“Jin... ah—” you gasped, rolling your hips faster, the new angle making you see stars.
He kept praising you between heavy breaths... “Good girl… just like that… you feel incredible”, his voice rough yet warm.
Later, he flipped you onto your back again, thrusting into you with a relentless, deep rhythm until you came hard around him, clenching and trembling. He followed right after, groaning your name as he spilled into the condom.
You didn’t stop at two rounds.
By the fourth condom, things had turned slower and lazier. He moved inside you with unhurried, sensual strokes, lazy wet kisses pressed between every thrust.
Soft conversations mixed with quiet moans — whispered compliments, gentle teasing, and him repeating your name like it was something precious.
When you finally collapsed beside each other, exhausted and sated, the sky outside was turning soft pink with dawn. Jin pulled you into his arms, tucking your head against his chest and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
“Stay,” he whispered, voice hoarse but gentle.
You didn’t argue.
Curling into his warmth, you fell asleep listening to the steady beat of his heart, wondering how one reckless night with a stranger could feel this dangerously perfect… and strangely safe.
Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows when you finally stirred. The bed felt too big, too empty.
Jin was gone.
You sat up slowly, wincing at the pleasant ache between your legs. On the bedside table was a neatly folded note written in clean, elegant handwriting, a soft oversized black hoodie, and a hot water pack that was still warm.
Your heart did a silly little flip.
You picked up the note.
“Urgent work came up. Sorry I had to leave early. I left brunch and tea for you in the kitchen. There’s a hot water pack if you’re sore. Make yourself at home. — Jin”
You stared at it for a long moment, cheeks warming. Who leaves a hot water pack and homemade breakfast after a one-night stand? It felt… dangerously boyfriend-ish.
It made you Confused... Comfortable... And suspiciously, stupidly happy.
You freshened up, then slipped into his hoodie.
It swallowed you whole, the sleeves too long, the hem falling mid-thigh, carrying his clean, woody scent. You buried your nose in the collar for a second longer than necessary.
In the kitchen, you found perfectly arranged tray... fluffy scrambled eggs, toast with avocado, fresh fruits, and a pot of herbal tea still warm.
You carried the tray to the massive living room and settled on the couch. The 85-inch TV stared back at you invitingly.
“Just one episode,” you told yourself as you turned on Netflix.
Three hours later, the plate was empty, the tea long gone, and you were deep into the fourth episode of a new drama, legs tucked under you, completely lost in the story. The hoodie sleeves covered your hands as you hugged a cushion, hair messy, cheeks warm from laughing at the romantic scenes.
You didn’t notice how the sunlight slowly shifted from bright afternoon to golden evening.
The sound of the front door opening startled you.
You froze.
Jin stepped in, loosening his tie, looking unfairly handsome in his crisp white shirt and slacks. His eyes landed on you... wrapped in his hoodie, surrounded by crumbs, and he stopped in the doorway.
Silence stretched for two heartbeats.
“I’m s-so s-sorry—” you blurted, face burning as you scrambled to sit up properly. “I didn’t realise how late it got. I just started watching while having brunch and… time disappeared. I swear I’m not like this... Ugh... Please don’t think I’m a total weirdo who overstays after one night—”
Jin’s shoulders shook with quiet laughter.
He closed the door behind him, eyes soft and warm.
“You look cute in my hoodie,” he said, voice low and fond. Then, almost like he couldn’t help himself, he added, “I’m glad you didn’t disappear.”
The words hung in the air, heavier than they should have been. Something dangerous fluttered in your chest.
You tugged nervously at the hem of the hoodie. “But… I should probably leave now. My clothes must be dry by now.”
Jin shook his head, already walking toward the open kitchen. “Let’s have dinner first. I’m cooking.”
Your eyes widened, excitement bubbling up before you could stop it. You gave him big puppy eyes without meaning to. “You’ll cook? Actually… I really loved the breakfast you made this morning. It was so good.”
He glanced over his shoulder, a small, pleased smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah? Then sit down. This won’t take long.”
You ended up perched on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island like it was the most natural thing in the world, watching him move around the kitchen with quiet confidence. He chopped vegetables with practiced ease while you swung your legs lightly.
“So… what drama were you watching?” he asked, glancing at you with genuine curiosity.
You perked up. “It’s this new romance one... the one with the CEO and the office employee girl, who keeps accidentally bumping into him. Total cliché, but the chemistry is insane. Have you seen any good dramas lately?”
Jin chuckled, stirring something that already smelled amazing. “I don’t get much time for TV. Work eats up most of my evenings. But I like to play games when I can.”
You tilted your head. “Why do you work so much? You sound like you barely sleep.”
He shrugged lightly, but there was a hint of tiredness in his eyes. “Habit, mostly. Sometimes I forget there’s a life outside spreadsheets and meetings.” He glanced at you. “What about you? Big plans now that you’ve graduated?”
Your shoulders slumped a little. “Honestly? I’m terrified. I have my first proper job interview tomorrow and I feel like I’m going to mess it up. I keep imagining myself freezing or saying something stupid.”
Jin’s knife paused for half a second before he continued chopping. “Which company?”
“Kim WWH Corp. LTD,” you said casually, reaching for a piece of carrot he’d sliced. “I got the mail two days ago. It’s for an entry-level position in the marketing team. I’m really nervous though. They’re huge.”
Jin’s expression remained perfectly polite on the outside... a small, encouraging smile, but inside his mind was screaming.
Kim WWH Corp. My company.
OH... OH NO... This is going to be fun.
He decided not to tell you tonight. He wanted one more normal evening where you looked at him like Jin... not the CEO.
“Marketing, huh?” he said smoothly, plating the food. “You’ll do great. Just be yourself.”
You beamed at him, completely unaware. “Thank you. That actually helps a little.”
You both laughed, the conversation flowing easily again... favorite drama tropes, worst interview horror stories you’d heard, his subtle complaints about overworking, your excited ramblings about finally stepping into the corporate world.
For a while, it felt dangerously normal.
Like this was just another cozy evening between two people who had known each other far longer than one night.
He set a steaming plate in front of you — perfectly cooked stir-fried noodles with vegetables and tender chicken. You took one bite and let out an embarrassing happy sound.
“Oh my god, Jin… this is amazing... mhmmm...,” you hummed softly.
His ears turned the slightest bit pink.
A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, the kind that made your stomach flip. Jin lived for moments like this. Feeding people he liked and cared about, watching them enjoy his cooking… and now you joined that list. It did dangerous things to his heart.
“You really like it?” he asked, voice softer than before.
“I love it,” you said between bites, eyes sparkling. “Seriously, you cook like this every day? I might never leave.”
Big mistake...
Jin’s eyes lit up with quiet delight.
A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face... the kind that said he lived for exactly this reaction. “Careful,” he warned playfully, though his tone was warm. “I might hold you to that.”
You looked up, chopsticks paused halfway to your mouth. The air suddenly felt warmer, sweeter. For a moment, neither of you said anything. Just soft smiles and the quiet clink of chopsticks.
It was dangerously perfect.
By the time both plates were empty, you were sitting side by side at the kitchen island, shoulders occasionally brushing. Jin hadn’t stopped looking at you... that quiet, fond gaze that made warmth bloom in your chest and heat rise to your cheeks.
You fiddled with your chopsticks, suddenly shy under his attention.
“You’re staring,” you murmured, cheeks turning pink.
“Can’t help it,” he replied softly, voice low and honest. “You look good in my kitchen. In my hoodie.”
Your heart stuttered.
Before you could think of a reply, Jin leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away. You didn’t. Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips met yours in a gentle, sweet kiss.
It started soft... just a brush of warmth, but the moment your hand came up to rest on his chest, something shifted. Jin’s arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer.
You melted into him, and the kiss deepened, turning slow and hungry. His tongue traced your bottom lip, coaxing a tiny sigh from you.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifted you effortlessly by the waist and settled you onto his lap, your knees bracketing his thighs. One of his hands splayed across your lower back, the other cupping the back of your neck as he kissed you deeper, slower, like he wanted to memorize the taste of you.
You lost yourself in it... the warmth of his body, the way his fingers gently threaded through your hair, the soft sounds he made against your mouth.
Time slipped away again.
Eventually, breathless, you pulled back just enough to rest your forehead against his, a playful smile tugging at your swollen lips.
“If we don’t stop now,” you whispered, voice husky, “I might actually miss my interview tomorrow… and I really can’t afford to do that.”
Jin let out a low, reluctant chuckle, his thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek.
“Fair point.” He pressed one last soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to your forehead. “But I’m driving you home. No arguments.”
You nodded, still a little dazed and glowing from the kiss. “Okay.”
Twenty minutes later, after you’d changed back into your own clothes, Jin walked you down to his car. The ride to your apartment was quiet but comfortable, filled with stolen glances and soft conversation about nothing important.
When he pulled up outside your building, he turned to you, eyes warm in the dim streetlight.
“Thank you for staying,” he said simply. “Tonight was… nice.”
You smiled, heart fluttering. “Yeah. It really was.”
You hesitated, then added, “Goodnight, Jin.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
He waited until you were safely inside before driving away.
You went to bed that night wrapped in the memory of his hoodie, his cooking, and the taste of his kiss, completely unaware that the man who had just dropped you home was the CEO of the company where you had your interview in less than twelve hours.
The next morning you dragged yourself into the towering glass building of Kim Corp., running on three hours of sleep, two cups of coffee, and pure panic-fuelled confidence.
Your blazer was slightly wrinkled, your heels clicked too loudly on the marble floor, and you kept repeating interview answers under your breath like a prayer. Be professional. Smile.
You were mid-interview in the sleek 18th-floor conference room when the door suddenly opened without a knock.
Hoseok from HR was smiling brightly, Namjoon (VP, also Jin's younger brother) was nodding thoughtfully at your answers, and Yoongi from Marketing looked half-asleep but was scribbling notes.
All of their heads turned in confusion.
Your soul left your body.
Because walking in like he owned the building... which he did... was Jin. One-night-stand Jin.
He was now in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, hair styled neatly, looking every inch the untouchable CEO. His eyes landed on you for half a second... something unreadable flashing across his face before he smoothed it into perfect professionalism.
“Good morning,” he said calmly, voice deep and steady, as if he hadn’t spent half the previous night with his tongue in your mouth. “I hope I’m not interrupting. Please continue.”
The panelists blinked.
You internally died. Revived for a split second. Then died again, harder.
Hoseok blinked. “Mr. Kim… we weren’t expecting you.”
“I had some free time,” Seokjin said easily, pulling out the chair at the head of the table like this was completely normal. “Please continue.”
You sat there frozen, clutching your resume so tightly the paper crinkled.
Namjoon’s sharp eyes flicked between you and his older brother. He noticed everything, the way your cheeks had gone pale, the way Seokjin’s gaze lingered half a second too long on you before turning professional.
Yoongi raised one eyebrow, then immediately went back to pretending he was deeply interested in his notes. Internally he was thinking, This is going to be a nightmare for HR.
Hoseok’s bright smile faltered for a split second. Oh no. We might need to update the company dating policy by next week.
Seokjin leaned back in his chair, over-correcting into full CEO mode. His tone was polite, measured, and somehow more intimidating than usual.
He rarely sat in on entry-level interviews. Everyone knew that.
Hoseok cleared his throat. “Ah… where were we? Right. Miss Y/N, you were telling us about your final-year project on social media campaign strategies.”
You somehow managed to answer, voice only slightly higher than usual. “Yes, um… I focused on user-generated content and micro-influencer partnerships. Engagement went up 47% because—”
Jin leaned back slightly, listening with perfect poker-face professionalism. But when you glanced at him, his eyes held the tiniest spark of amusement.
Namjoon jumped in smoothly. “Impressive numbers. How do you handle negative feedback on social platforms?”
You answered as best you could, but your brain kept screaming That’s the same man who fed me stir-fried noodles and called me ‘good girl’ while I was riding him.
Yoongi asked a few dry marketing questions, clearly enjoying your quiet suffering. “What’s your biggest weakness in a team setting?”
“I… sometimes get too excited about ideas and forget to check the time,” you said, then immediately regretted it because it reminded you of binge-watching on his couch until sunset.
Hoseok chuckled kindly. “We all do that sometimes.”
Jin finally spoke, voice perfectly neutral but carrying that familiar warmth underneath. “Tell me, how do you manage work-life balance? Especially after late nights.”
You nearly choked on air.
Namjoon’s dimples deepened as he tried to hide a knowing smile.
Yoongi coughed into his fist, suddenly very interested in his coffee.
Hoseok’s eyes widened slightly — internally judging and already drafting new HR policies in his head.
You forced a smile. “I… believe in setting clear boundaries and getting enough rest. Sleep is important.”
Jin nodded slowly, then asked in the most innocent tone possible, “Did you sleep well last night?”
The room went dead silent.
Namjoon’s pen stopped moving.
Yoongi’s eyebrow shot up.
Hoseok’s smile froze in pure second-hand embarrassment.
You felt your soul attempt to exit your body through your ears. Your face burned crimson. “I… um… not particularly well, sir. A bit… restless.”
Jin’s lips twitched... the barest hint of a smile he quickly suppressed. “That’s unfortunate. We value well-rested employees here at Kim Corp.”
Namjoon leaned forward, unable to resist. “Hyung... I mean, Mr. Kim, any particular reason you’re joining us today? You usually trust us with entry-level hires.”
Jin shot his brother a calm look. “Just making sure we’re hiring the right fit. Miss Y/N has an… interesting resume. Very memorable.”
You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.
Hoseok tried to save the situation. “Well! Any final questions for the candidate?”
Jin tilted his head, eyes locking onto yours with dangerous softness hidden behind professionalism. “Just one more. Where do you see yourself in five years… working with this company?”
You swallowed hard, heart hammering. “Hopefully contributing meaningfully to the marketing team, learning from experienced leaders, and… growing professionally. Without too many surprises.”
Yoongi muttered under his breath, just loud enough for the table to hear, “Too late for that.”
Namjoon coughed to cover a laugh.
Hoseok looked like he was calculating how soon he could call an emergency HR meeting.
Jin simply smiled, that same slow, fond smile from last night when you complimented his cooking. “Thank you for your time. We’ll be in touch soon.”
As you stood up on shaky legs, bowing politely, Jin added casually, “And try to get some proper rest tonight. Interviews can be… draining.”
You nearly tripped on your way out.
The second the door closed behind you, you leaned against the wall in the hallway, hand over your racing heart.
Inside the room, Namjoon immediately turned to his older brother. “Hyung. Seriously? What was that?”
Jin just picked up his coffee, looking far too pleased with himself. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Yoongi snorted. “Sure... And we are idiots.”
Hoseok buried his face in his hands. “I’m updating the employee handbook tonight.”
Seokjin just smiled to himself, already planning how to “accidentally” run into you in the marketing department very, very soon.
You got the job offer letter two days after the world’s most awkward interview.
Official reason: Your portfolio showed strong potential, fresh ideas, and you handled pressure well according to the panel.
Real reason... Kim Seokjin wanted you nearby. Badly.
The first few weeks were pure torture dressed up as professionalism.
You avoided eye contact like it was your full-time job.
If Jin walked into the marketing floor, you suddenly became extremely interested in your monitor. If he passed your desk, you’d duck your head or pretend to search for something in your drawer.
Accidental bumping into him in the hallway? You’d mutter “sorry, Mr. Kim” and practically sprint in the opposite direction.
Elevators became your mortal enemy. The moment you saw Jin alone inside one, you’d smile politely and say, “I’ll take the stairs, good exercise!” before bolting.
Jin tried so hard to behave. Failed everytime...
You were rushing to the printer when a familiar broad shoulder brushed against yours in the narrow corridor.
“Miss Y/L/N,” Jin’s voice came from behind you, warm and far too close. “Good morning.”
Your soul did a tiny scream. You clutched the printed reports tighter and speed-walked away without turning around.
“Good morning, Mr. Kim!” you squeaked, already halfway down the hall.
Namjoon, who was walking the opposite way with a coffee, watched the entire thing and sighed. “Hyung… you’re scaring the new hire.”
Jin adjusted his tie, pretending to be innocent. “I was just saying hello.”
Yoongi appeared beside Namjoon, sipping his iced Americano. “You said hello like you wanted to drag her into your cabin.”
Jin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yoongi go and focus on upcoming campaign.”
Namjoon, Yoongi, and especially Hoseok noticed everything.
One afternoon in the break room, Hoseok whispered dramatically while stirring his coffee, “They already know each other from... Totally normal tension.”
Yoongi snorted.
Namjoon just sighed, rubbing his temples. “Hyung is going to give himself a headache. But if he likes her, we all know he won’t stop.”
The other employees started whispering too, but the trio quickly shut it down with the same “they’re old acquaintances” excuse.
No one argued.
Everyone knew, when Kim Seokjin decided on something or someone... he pursued it.
By the fifth week, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.
You were still at your desk at 7:30 PM, finishing a Q3 campaign proposal, when your desk phone rang. “Marketing Department, Y/N speaking.”
“Miss Y/L/N,” Jin’s voice came through the line... smooth, low, and tired. “Could you bring the Q3 campaign files to my office? I’d like to review them tonight.”
You hesitated, gripping the receiver. “I can email them, Mr. Kim.”
There was a short pause. Then, softer, almost pleading, “Please?”
Your resolve cracked like cheap glass. “…Okay. I’ll be up in five minutes.”
When you stepped into his spacious top-floor office, Jin was at his desk, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking exhausted but unfairly handsome. He looked up and gave you a small, genuine smile.
“Thank you for coming,” he said.
You placed the files on his desk and started to leave, but he spoke again, gesturing to the chair across from him. “Actually… stay for a bit. If you don’t mind.”
You froze. “Mr. Kim—”
“Just for a few minutes,” he added quietly. “Namjoon casually mentioned you were still here. I… didn’t want to be alone right now.”
You hesitated, then slowly sat down. The silence stretched for a moment before Jin rubbed his face with both hands.
“I’ve been feeling exhausted lately,” he admitted, voice softer than you’d ever heard in the office. “Too many late nights, too many decisions. Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing any of this right.”
Your heart softened instantly. “You’re doing better than you think. The team respects you a lot. Even when you… ask weird questions in interviews.”
Jin let out a tired laugh, eyes crinkling. “God, don’t remind me. I still can’t believe why I asked if you slept well. Hoseok looked like he wanted to file a complaint against me on the spot.”
You giggled despite yourself. “He definitely updated the HR Guidelines that night.”
From that evening onward, the strict walls of professionalism started cracking.
You avoided him less.
You still kept boundaries... no lingering touches, no personal talk during work hours, but the cold shoulder disappeared. Jin, however, was struggling. Calling you “Miss Y/L/N” felt wrong on his tongue.
He kept slipping.
“Y/N, could you—” He’d catch himself and clear his throat. “Miss Y/L/N… the report looks good.”
Every time he said your name without the “Miss,” his ears would turn pink.
One ordinary Thursday, you were in the elevator with your co-worker Mina when Jin stepped in on the 12th floor. Mina was going to the 8th floor for a meeting, so she got off first, leaving you and Jin alone.
The doors closed.
Silence...
You stared at the floor pattern like they held the secrets of the universe. Then... with a sudden jerk and a loud beep, the elevator stopped between floors.
The lights flickered once before settling into emergency mode.
You both froze.
Jin pressed the emergency button. A voice crackled through the speaker... “Help is on the way. Estimated arrival: one hour.”
One hour... Alone... With him...
Jin asked... “Claustrophobic?”
“Nah... I am fine. You ok?” He nodded in reply.
You let out a shaky breath, kicked off your heels, and slid down to sit on the floor, back against the wall. Jin watched you for a second, then did the same, loosening his tie and sitting across from you, long legs stretched out.
The silence lasted maybe thirty seconds before you couldn’t hold it anymore. “Why didn’t you tell me that night, you were the CEO?” you asked, voice quiet but direct.
Jin looked at you, eyes soft and honest.
He didn’t deflect or joke this time.
“Because I liked the way you looked at me before you knew,” he said simply.
“In my apartment, in my hoodie, on that couch, at dinner… you saw Jin. Not the CEO of Kim Corp. Not the guy everyone expects something from. Just… me. I wanted to protect that a little longer. I wasn’t playing games with you. I was protecting something that felt real.”
The words hit you straight in the chest.
Your throat tightened.
“You could have told me after you dropped me to my apartment,” you whispered.
“I know.” He gave a small, self-deprecating smile. “But every time I tried, I kept remembering how you smiled at me when I was just cooking noodles for you. I got selfish. I’m sorry.”
You stared at him, heart pounding.
He wasn’t playing. He had been scared of losing the version of you that looked at him without the weight of his title.
Something shifted in the quiet emergency lighting.
You crawled across the small space on your knees and stopped right in front of him.
Jin’s breath hitched.
Without thinking, you leaned in.
He met you halfway.
The kiss started slow and emotional... full of all the weeks of tension and unspoken feelings. Then it deepened, turning hungry. Jin’s hand cupped your cheek, the other sliding to your waist as he pulled you closer.
You climbed into his lap, heels long forgotten, fingers threading through his perfectly styled hair and messing it up.
Soft sighs and quiet moans filled the small space. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then your neck, leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses.
“Fuck… Y/N,” he breathed against your skin, voice wrecked. “I’ve been going crazy trying to behave.”
You laughed breathlessly, tugging him back up for another kiss. “You’re terrible at it.”
“I know,” he groaned, kissing you deeper. “But I like you too much to stop trying… and failing.”
You kissed him again, slower this time, pouring all the confusion, the longing, and the butterflies into it. Between kisses, fluffy little confessions slipped out.
“You looked adorable running away from me in the hallway,” he teased, kissing along your jaw.
“Shut up... I was panicking!”
“And the stairs? Really? On the 18th floor?”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” He smiled against your neck. “You wore my hoodie like it was your favorite blanket.”
You pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes sparkling with affection and lingering disbelief. “You’re impossible. Handsome, annoying, and impossible.”
“And you’re stuck with me for at least another forty-five minutes,” he replied, forehead resting against yours. His thumb brushed your swollen lips tenderly. “I’m not complaining.”
You giggled, the sound light and happy in the small space.
When you finally pulled back for air, foreheads resting together, Jin smiled... that genuine, boyish smile that made your stomach flip.
“Still mad at me?” he whispered.
“A little,” you admitted, tracing his jaw with your finger. “But mostly… I get it now.”
He pressed a soft kiss to your temple.
The emergency lights hummed above you as you stayed curled against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. For the first time in weeks, the tension felt lighter replaced by something warmer, scarier, and disgustingly sweeter.
You nuzzled a little closer, cheek pressed to the smooth fabric of his shirt. Jin’s hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back.
“I was dying to talk to you like this again,” he murmured, voice low and warm against your hair. “Just as Jin. Not Mr. Kim, not the CEO… just the guy who cooked you dinner and stole kisses in his kitchen. These past weeks have been torture.”
You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head up to look at him. “You know… you look a little scary and intimidating in this CEO look. The suit, the serious face, the way everyone straightens up when you walk in. I almost didn’t recognize you that day in the interview room.”
Jin chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Scary? Me?”
He raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. “I thought I was doing a great job at being professional. Clearly I failed miserably the moment I asked if you slept well.”
You giggled, hiding your face in his chest for a second. “That question almost made me pass out.”
He laughed again, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head. “I couldn’t help it. Seeing you sitting there all nervous and pretty… my brain short-circuited.”
A comfortable silence settled for a moment before you spoke again, voice quieter this time.
“After you dropped me home that night… I wanted to ask for your number so badly,” you admitted, tracing a small pattern on his shirt with your finger.
“But I chickened out. I kept thinking… why would someone like you stick around with me? You’re handsome, successful, you could have anyone you want. I figured it was just a one-night thing and I shouldn’t get my hopes up.”
Jin’s arms tightened around you.
He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression soft and serious. “I had planned to take your number too,” he said honestly.
“I was going to ask right after dinner. But then you mentioned your interview at Kim Corp… and I froze. I waited because I knew I’d eventually get your contact anyway. I just didn’t want our first real conversation after that night to start with me being your boss. I wanted a little more time where I was just Jin to you.”
Your heart squeezed at his words. “So you hired me because…”
“Because you’re genuinely talented, and I'm no one to take decisions in hiring process, only panel can decide,” he said quickly, then gave you a sheepish smile.
“And… I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that night. Your laugh, the way you looked in my hoodie, how you praised my cooking like it was the best thing you’d ever tasted. I kept replaying everything.”
You felt your cheeks heat up. “You’re dangerous, you know that? Saying things like that while we’re stuck in an elevator.”
Jin grinned, that boyish, charming smile that made your stomach flip. “Dangerous? Sweetheart, I’ve been on my best behavior for five weeks. Do you know how many times I almost walked over to your desk just to say hi like a normal person?”
“Probably as many times as I took the stairs to avoid you,” you teased, poking his chest lightly.
He caught your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Exactly. We’re both terrible at this hiding thing.”
You laughed softly, then sighed, resting your head back on his chest. “This feels nice… talking like this. No pretending.”
“It does,” he agreed, voice turning gentle again. “I missed this. Missed you looking at me without the ‘oh shit, he’s my boss’ panic in your eyes.”
You smiled against his shirt. “I still have that panic a little. But it’s getting smaller.”
“Good.” He tilted your chin up gently, eyes warm. “Because I really like the way you look at me when it’s just us.”
The moment stretched sweetly.
Jin leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss.
It quickly deepened, his hand cupping your cheek as you melted into him, fingers threading through his hair. Soft sighs and quiet hums filled the small space until the emergency lights flickered again.
When you finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Jin rested his forehead against yours.
“When we get out of here,” he whispered, “I’m taking you to dinner. Proper date. No hiding, no CEO title, no running away to the stairs. Just you and me… as Jin and Y/N.”
You nodded, heart fluttering. “I’d like that. A lot.”
He smiled, pressing one last soft kiss to your temple. “Good. Because I’m not letting you dodge me anymore.”
Exactly fifty-three minutes later, the elevator dinged back to life.
You scrambled off his lap, both of you fixing your clothes and hair in a panic, laughing quietly like teenagers caught making out.
As the doors slowly opened, two worried maintenance staff members were already waiting with concerned expressions.
“Everyone okay in there?” one of them asked, stepping forward.
You quickly nodded, smoothing down your slightly rumpled blouse, while Jin beside you, adjusting his tie with practiced calm. Both of you looked composed on the outside.
“Yes, we’re fine,” Jin answered smoothly, voice steady and authoritative. “Just a minor malfunction. Thank you for your quick response.”
The staff nodded, still looking a bit flustered. “We’ll do a full check right away, Mr. Kim.”
You stepped out first, cheeks still warm.
Jin followed right behind you.
After the elevator incident, everything changed... but only between the two of you.
You and Jin started dating secretly.
No one in the office was supposed to know. That was the rule you both agreed on the very next day during a rushed lunch hour in his office with the blinds half-drawn and the door locked.
“We have to be professional at work,” you had said, cheeks still pink from the kiss he’d stolen as soon as you locked his office door.
Jin had nodded solemnly, then immediately ruined it by pulling you into his lap and murmuring, “Professional during office hours. After hours… you’re all mine, sweetheart.”
So the secret began.
Or at least… you both thought it was a secret.
It started small over the weeks.
One day, you were in the pantry grabbing coffee when Jin walked in. The moment he saw you, his entire face softened. He reached for a mug at the exact same time as you, his fingers brushing yours on purpose.
“Miss Y/N,” he said smoothly, though his eyes were sparkling. “You’re here early today.”
You pulled your hand back like you’d been burned. “Good morning, Mr. Kim.”
From the corner, Yoongi was stirring honey into his tea, watching the whole thing with a deadpan expression. While slowly muttering under his breath, “Why the hell is he here when he has got a fancy coffee machine in his office itself…”
You nearly dropped your coffee.
Jin just smiled innocently, pouring himself a cup as if he hadn’t been caught. “The machine upstairs is acting up today. Thought I’d try the pantry one for a change.”
You nodded quickly, keeping your voice perfectly polite. “Of course, Mr. Kim. Have a great day.”
As you turned to leave, you heard a soft chuckle from Jin behind you. “You too, Miss Y/N. Try not to work too hard.”
Your heart did a little flip, but you kept walking.
Another day, during a team meeting, Jin was presenting quarterly targets when his gaze accidentally lingered on you a second too long. You looked down at your notebook, cheeks heating.
Hoseok, sitting across the table, leaned toward Yoongi and stage-whispered, “Did you see that? The CEO just gave the new marketing executive heart eyes. Should we update the no-PDA policy?”
Yoongi didn’t even look up from his laptop and whispered back, “They’re idiots in love. Totally normal.”
Namjoon coughed to hide his laugh and smoothly changed the subject. “Moving on to the campaign budget…”
Jin cleared his throat, forcing his eyes back to the presentation screen. “Right. As I was saying, the Q3 targets require a 12% uplift in engagement. Any thoughts on the new social strategy?”
You raised your hand, keeping your tone completely professional. “I think focusing on user-generated content could help, Mr. Kim. We saw a 28% increase in similar campaigns last quarter.”
Jin’s eyes met yours again, warm and proud for a split second before he nodded. “Excellent point, Miss Y/N. Let’s build on that.”
Later that same day, you were walking back to your desk when Jin “accidentally” bumped into you in the corridor. His hand brushed your waist for half a second longer than necessary.
“Sorry, Miss Y/N,” he said politely, but his voice dropped when no one else was close. “You look beautiful today. That blouse is killing me.”
You glared at him, trying not to smile. “Mr. Kim, someone might hear you.”
“Let them,” he whispered, the corner of his mouth twitching with mischief. Then, louder and perfectly professional again, “My apologies for the collision, Ms. Y/n. Have a productive afternoon.”
He walked away like nothing happened, but you caught the tiny wink he threw over his shoulder when no one was looking.
Behind you, two female colleagues from finance exchanged glances.
One whispered, “They’re definitely dating.”
The other nodded. “Should we pretend we don’t know?”
“Obviously. It’s more fun this way.”
A third colleague walking past overheard and added softly with a smile, “Besides, the boss has been smiling more in the last few weeks than he has in the past two years. He’s always been such a good boss to everyone, works harder than any of us, stays late, remembers our birthdays. If he’s happy… we’re happy. Let them have their little secret.”
The first one giggled quietly. “Exactly. As long as he keeps bringing those amazing team lunches every month, I’m not saying a word.”
You didn’t hear any of it.
You were already halfway back to your desk, heart racing and cheeks warm, wondering how long you and Jin could keep this up before someone actually noticed.
But the whole office?
They had noticed.
They were just too fond of their kind, hardworking CEO to ruin the fun.
At evening, after everyone had left, Jin had texted you.
Jin: Come to the basement parking. I’ll drive you home tonight. No arguments.
You slipped down quietly, heart already racing. The moment you reached his sleek black car, Jin stepped out, pulled you into his arms without a word, and kissed you properly.
It started deep and slow, full of all the affection he’d been holding back the entire day. His lips moved against yours with hunger, tongue slipping in to taste you, turning the kiss wet and heated within seconds.
Soft sighs escaped both of you as he pressed you gently against the side of the car, one hand cupping your cheek while the other gripped your waist possessively.
Wet, messy, needy, and addictive open-mouthed kisses followed.
You moaned softly into his mouth when his tongue brushed yours again, fingers threading through his hair and tugging lightly.
Jin groaned, tilting his head to kiss you even deeper, sucking on your bottom lip before diving back in. The sound of your shared breaths and quiet sighs filled the dimly lit basement.
When you finally broke apart for air, both of you breathing heavily, Jin rested his forehead against yours, eyes dark and warm.
“You have no idea how hard it is to call you Miss Y/N all day,” he groaned between light kisses along your jaw. “I miss saying your name like this… just Y/N. My Y/N.”
You smiled against his lips, still a little breathless. “You slipped and almost called me ‘sweetheart’ in the meeting today. Twice.”
“Did I?” He laughed softly, the sound low and affectionate as he pressed another slow kiss to your mouth. “No one noticed.”
“Hoseok started choking on his water,” you corrected, giggling as you pulled back just enough to look at him. “He had to drink an entire glass in one go to recover.”
Jin chuckled, brushing his nose against yours.
“Well… you know I’m only pretending because you asked me to. Otherwise, you know I don’t want to hide it. I want to date you openly. Hold your hand in the office, bring you lunch in front of everyone, call you sweetheart whenever I feel like it.”
You bit your lip, the warmth in your chest mixing with a flicker of worry. Your fingers played with the collar of his shirt as you spoke softly.
“I know… and I want that too, eventually. But what if people start gossiping once they know? What if they say I only got the job because I’m sleeping with the CEO? Or that I’m using you? I’m scared of that part, Jin. I don’t want anyone looking at me differently… or whispering behind my back.”
Jin’s expression softened immediately.
He cupped your face with both hands, thumbs gently stroking your cheeks as he looked into your eyes with nothing but tenderness.
“Hey… sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and reassuring. “If that’s what you’re worried about, then we’ll go at your own pace. Whenever you’re ready. I’m not in any rush. I just want you to feel comfortable and safe. No pressure.”
You searched his eyes, heart melting at how gentle he was being. “Really? You wouldn’t mind waiting?”
“Not even a little,” he said honestly, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “I waited five weeks just to talk to you properly in that elevator. I can wait as long as you need.”
You let out a small, relieved breath and wrapped your arms around his neck again. “Thank you… that means a lot. I just don’t want things to get messy at work. You’ve built such a good reputation here, and I don’t want to be the reason people start talking badly about you either.”
Jin smiled warmly, pulling you closer until your bodies were flush against each other.
“People can talk all they want. I know the truth. You earned your place here because you’re talented. Anyone who knows me knows I don’t mix business and pleasure like that… well, except with you.”
He smirked playfully and added, “And even then, I tried very hard to behave… until you looked at me in my hoodie and ruined all my self-control.”
You laughed softly, the tension easing out of your shoulders. “I ruined your self-control? You’re the one who kept feeding me and asking if I slept well in the middle of my interview.”
“Guilty,” he admitted with a chuckle, then his voice turned sincere again.
“But seriously, Y/N… we’ll keep it secret for now if that’s what you need. I’ll keep calling you Miss Y/N in meetings, I’ll pretend I don’t want to kiss you every time I see you, and I’ll only steal you away like this after hours. Okay?”
You nodded, feeling safer in his arms. “Okay. Thank you for understanding.”
“Always,” he whispered.
He tilted your chin up and captured your lips once more in a slow, wet kiss, sighing happily when you kissed him back just as eagerly.
His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you tighter as the kiss grew deeper again, full of quiet affection and unspoken promises.
When you finally pulled apart, both smiling and a little dazed, Jin rested his forehead against yours one last time.
“Ready to go home, sweetheart?” he asked softly.
You smiled, heart full. “Only if you keep kissing me like that when we get there.”
Jin grinned, eyes sparkling. “Deal.”
One ordinary afternoon, a cheerful young woman in her early twenties walked into the top floor with a bright smile and a small suitcase.
Employees on the executive floor simply greeted her politely with small bows and greets as she passed by. No one seemed surprised or reacted much as if she had visited before many times.
But when she walked straight toward Jin’s cabin without stopping at the secretary’s desk, your stomach twisted.
You tried to focus on your screen, but curiosity quickly turned into something sharper when you heard her voice floating from the slightly open door.
“Oppa! I missed you so much!”
The sound of her calling him “Oppa” in such a sweet, familiar tone made your chest tighten. You told yourself it was nothing.
You tried to stay at your desk.
You really did.
But five minutes later, you couldn’t take it anymore.
You stood up, walked to Jin’s cabin, and pushed the door open without knocking.
The sight that greeted you made your jealousy skyrocket.
Jin was standing in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around the girl in a warm hug while both of them giggled about something. She was playfully poking his cheek, and he was laughing, looking completely relaxed and happy.
Jin noticed you immediately.
His eyes widened. “Y/N...”
Before he could say anything more, you marched right up to his side, heart pounding with a mix of embarrassment and possessiveness.
You looked directly at the girl and said firmly, “He is my boyfriend, so Ms. you should stay away from him.”
The room went completely silent for two seconds.
Then both Jin and the girl stared at you, stunned.
A moment later, they both burst into loud laughter.
Jin tried to hold it back but failed miserably, shoulders shaking. The girl covered her mouth, eyes sparkling with amusement as she laughed even harder.
You stood there, utterly confused, cheeks burning. “W-what…? Why are you both laughing?”
The girl finally calmed down enough to speak, still giggling. She stepped forward and offered her hand with a bright, friendly smile.
“Hi! I’m Soojin... Seokjin Oppa’s cousin. I live abroad for my studies. I just landed an hour ago and couldn’t wait to meet my brothers, so I came straight here before even going home.”
Your mind went blank. Shit. Oh my god. What did I just do?
Soojin continued cheerfully, clearly enjoying the situation, “And Oppa, is this the girl you kept yapping to me about? The one you called at 3 a.m. my time because she was ignoring you for weeks?”
She grinned widely, clearly enjoying the scene. “Aww, look at you two. So obsessed with each other already! I love it.” She winked at Jin. “She’s cute, Oppa. Nice choice. I approve.”
Jin chuckled. “Soojin, stop teasing her. You’re making her shy.”
“But it’s true!” Soojin laughed. “You kept texting me every day saying ‘She’s ignoring me again, what do I do?’ and now she just claimed you in front of me like a total boss. I’m impressed.”
Your face turned bright red.
You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.
“I… I remember some urgent work,” you stammered, forcing an awkward smile. “You guys continue your family meeting. I’ll just... Sorry for interruption...”
You turned to practically run out of the room, but Jin was faster.
His hand shot out and caught your wrist gently but firmly, pulling you back toward him. You crashed straight into his chest with a small “oof.”
Jin wrapped one arm around your waist to steady you, looking down at you with warm, amused eyes and a soft smile.
“Running away already, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear the fond teasing in it.
Soojin watched the two of you with a delighted grin.
She picked up her small handbag and winked at Jin.
“Well, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. I should go meet Namjoon Oppa now. He’ll probably scold me for coming here first instead of home.” She gave you a little wave, still giggling.
“It was nice meeting you, Y/N! Don’t worry... your secret is safe with me. And seriously, you two are adorable. Bye, Oppa! Bye, future sister-in-law!”
With that, Soojin slipped out of the cabin, closing the door behind her with a soft click, leaving you alone with Jin.
You stayed pressed against his chest, mortified, while Jin’s arm remained securely around you.
The moment the door clicked shut behind Soojin, you stayed buried against Jin’s chest, face burning with embarrassment.
Your hands clutched the front of his shirt as you mumbled, “Oh my god… I can’t believe I just did that. I stormed in here and told your cousin to stay away from you like some jealous girlfriend. She must think I’m crazy.”
Jin’s chest vibrated with a low, affectionate laugh.
His arms tightened around your waist, one hand gently rubbing your back in slow circles.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, voice warm and soothing, “you have no idea how much I loved that possessive side of yours.”
He pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up with his fingers, making you meet his eyes. “The way you marched in here and claimed me so boldly? It was incredibly hot. I’ve been dying to see you get jealous over me.”
You groaned, hiding your face in his chest again. “Stop teasing me… I feel so stupid right now.”
“You’re not stupid,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “You’re adorable. And honestly? It made my whole day. Knowing you care enough to get possessive over me… it does dangerous things to my heart.”
He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, his voice dropping into a playful whisper. “My shy little girlfriend turning into a fierce lioness the moment she thought someone was taking her man away. I think I fell for you even harder just now.”
You peeked up at him, still flushed but unable to stop a small smile. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Guilty,” Jin admitted with a mischievous grin.
He leaned down and captured your lips in a slow, tender kiss.
It started soft and comforting, but quickly deepened as his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. His tongue traced your bottom lip, coaxing a quiet sigh from you before he slipped inside, turning the kiss wet and heated.
You melted into him, fingers threading through his hair as you kissed him back. Between kisses, you whispered breathlessly, “Jin… what if someone enters? The door—”
He smiled against your mouth, not breaking the kiss as he reached into his pocket with one hand.
You heard a soft beep from his phone.
“There,” he murmured between kisses, lips still pressed to yours, tongue brushing yours teasingly. “I just locked...” another deep, wet kiss that stole your breath, “...the door with the passcode through my mobile.”
He didn’t let you pull away even an inch, kissing you again as he continued speaking right against your lips. “No one can enter now...” a slow, filthy kiss, sucking on your bottom lip, “...not even my secretary.”
Another open-mouthed kiss, hot and hungry, cutting off any reply you might have tried to make. “We’re completely alone, sweetheart.”
Your heart raced wildly at his words. You tried to speak, pulling back just a fraction, “You… you planned that—”
But Jin immediately chased your lips, kissing you hard and wet so you couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Not planned,” he murmured against your mouth, voice husky as he kissed along your jaw between every single word, not giving you a chance to respond.
“I just… couldn’t wait… to have you… all to myself.”
His hands roamed down your sides, gripping your hips as he walked you backward until your thighs hit the edge of his large mahogany desk. Papers and files shifted under you as he lifted you effortlessly, setting you on the desk and stepping between your legs.
“Jin…” you breathed, a mix of nervousness and excitement in your voice. “We’re at work… this is so risky.”
“I know,” he groaned, kissing you deeply again, tongue sliding against yours in wet, filthy strokes. “That’s what makes it hotter.”
His hands slid under your blouse, palms warm against your skin. “Tell me to stop if you are uncomfortable. But the way you looked at me when you said I’m your boyfriend… fuck, Y/N. I need you right now.”
You whimpered into the kiss, legs tightening around him. “Don’t stop… but please be quick. And quiet.”
Jin chuckled darkly against your lips, still kissing you between every word. “Quick and quiet? With you? That’s going to be difficult, sweetheart.”
He reached into the top drawer of his desk without looking, pulling out a condom packet. He held it up with a playful smirk, but still leaned in to steal another kiss before you could speak. “See? I’m always prepared when it comes to you.”
Your eyes widened, a surprised laugh escaping you between his kisses. “You keep condoms in your office drawer?”
“Only since we started dating,” he admitted, tearing the packet open with his teeth while his other hand worked on unbuttoning your blouse, still kissing you between sentences. “I’ve been hoping for a moment like this. Naughty, right?”
“Very naughty and highly unprofessional,” you scolded lightly, but your voice was breathy as he pushed your blouse off your shoulders.
You tugged at his tie, loosening it. “You’re such a bad CEO.”
“Your bad CEO,” he corrected, claiming your mouth in another deep, messy kiss full of tongue and soft moans. “And right now, I only want to be yours.”
Your fingers worked frantically on his shirt buttons, popping them open one by one to expose the smooth, warm skin of his chest.
You pushed the fabric aside, palms sliding greedily over his toned muscles as you leaned in and bit down gently on his soft, plump lower lip, tugging it between your teeth.
Jin groaned loudly at the bite, the sound vibrating against your mouth. “Fuck, baby… do that again.”
You smiled wickedly and obeyed, biting his lip harder this time while your hands roamed down to his belt.
He pushed your skirt up around your thighs, fingers teasing along your inner thighs in slow, deliberate strokes before sliding your panties aside.
“Already so wet for me,” he groaned, voice rough with desire as he freed himself from his pants, unzipping them quickly and pulling his hard, throbbing cock out. “All because you got jealous.”
“Shut up,” you whined, pulling him closer by his now-open shirt, nails lightly scratching down his chest. “Just kiss me.”
Jin obeyed instantly, capturing your lips in another wet, hungry kiss, tongues sliding together as he rolled the condom on with practiced speed, then positioned himself at your entrance.
He pushed in slowly... agonizingly slow, the thick head of his cock stretching you open. He was so big that even after everything you’d done together, taking him in one go was still difficult.
Your breath hitched sharply and you tried to muffle the sound by biting down hard on your lower lip, eyes squeezing shut as the intense stretch burned through you.
A single tear slipped free from the corner of your eye at the overwhelming fullness.
Jin immediately stilled, buried only halfway inside you.
His forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged as he kissed the tear away with the softest brush of his lips.
“Shhh, sweetheart… breathe for me,” he whispered tenderly against your mouth, voice thick with both lust and concern. “I know it’s a lot. Just relax, baby. Let me in slowly.”
You whimpered, nails digging deeper into his shoulders as you tried to breathe through the stretch. “It’s… too much… Jin… I can’t...”
“You can,” he cooed gently, kissing you between every word, soft and reassuring. “You’re doing so good for me… so perfect. Look at you taking me like this.”
He rocked his hips forward another inch, slow and careful. “That’s it… just like that. Tell me how it feels, love. Talk to me, love.”
“So full…” you gasped, voice trembling as another small tear escaped. “You’re so deep already… I feel so stretched… it burns but… it feels so good too…”
Jin groaned low in his throat, the sound raw and intimate.
He kissed you again, slower this time, tongue gently coaxing yours as he pushed in a little more. “That’s my girl… let it out. Don’t muffle those pretty sounds for me. No one can hear you, I promise. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
You shook your head slightly, still trying to stay quiet, but another soft, broken moan slipped out as he sank deeper. “Jin… I can’t… someone might—”
“No one will,” he murmured, voice husky and loving as he kissed the corner of your eye, then your cheek, then your lips again.
“Let go, baby. Let me hear you. I love those little sounds you make when I’m stretching you open like this. Please… for me?”
The gentle plea in his voice broke your restraint.
You let out a shaky, needy moan as he finally bottomed out, hips flush against yours. The desk creaked softly beneath you with the movement.
He kissed you again, wet and possessive, swallowing every sound you made. “That’s my girl… fuck, listen to you. So pretty when you let go for me.”
You clung to him tighter, legs locked around his waist, breathing hard against his mouth. “Jin… you’re so big… I feel you everywhere…”
“And you feel perfect around me,” he rasped, still kissing you softly between thrusts as he started moving in deep, steady rolls of his hips. “So tight… so warm… made just for me.”
You clung to him, legs locked around his waist.
The initial burn slowly melted away as pleasure started to take over completely, turning every deep thrust into pure bliss. Your moans grew louder, no longer muffled, filling the quiet office with breathy, desperate sounds.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this… on your desk…” you gasped between moans, voice shaky as pleasure coiled tighter inside you.
Jin smirked, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.
“Believe it, sweetheart,” he groaned, voice low and filthy. “And next time you get jealous, just remember... I’m only yours.”
He thrust harder, making you cry out loudly. “Fuck, listen to those pretty moans… getting louder for me already. Say it, baby. Tell me who I belong to. Louder.”
“You’re mine,” you moaned, loud and needy, pulling him down for another wet kiss, biting his lip again. “Only mine, Jin... ahh, fuck... only mine!”
“That’s right,” he groaned, pace quickening as he kept kissing you between every breathy, filthy word. “I’m all yours, baby. This big cock is only for you… stretching this tight little pussy on my desk like a good girl.”
He slammed in deeper, making the desk creak louder.
You whimpered loudly, nails raking down his back as pleasure overwhelmed you. “Yes... Jin... oh god, right there! I love it… I love when you fuck me like this… harder, please — I’m yours too, only yours!”
Jin chuckled darkly against your mouth, the sound turning into a groan as he drove into you faster. “That’s my filthy girl… moaning so pretty for me. Tell me again... who does this pussy belong to?”
“Yours!” you cried out, legs tightening around him, moans turning shamelessly loud. “It’s yours, Jin — fuck, it’s all yours!”
You clung to him, legs locked around his waist as pleasure took over completely. Your moans grew louder and shameless, the initial stretch long forgotten in the heat of it all.
Jin’s thrusts became deeper, faster, hitting that perfect spot over and over until you were trembling in his arms.
“Jin... fuck... I’m so close,” you gasped, voice breaking.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled against your lips, kissing you wet and filthy. “Let me feel you fall apart on my cock right here on my desk. That’s it... loud and pretty, just like that.”
With one final, deep thrust, you shattered hard around him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through you.
Jin followed right after, groaning your name into your mouth as he spilled into the condom, hips stuttering against yours.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the office were your heavy breathing and the soft creak of the desk. Jin stayed buried inside you, forehead pressed to yours, kissing you slowly and sweetly as you both came down.
“Fuck… you’re perfect,” he whispered between gentle kisses, voice hoarse and full of affection. “My beautiful, possessive girl… you did so good for me.”
You let out a soft, breathless laugh, still clinging to him. “I can’t believe we just did that here… on this desk... I feel like my legs are jelly.”
Jin chuckled warmly, pressing one last lingering kiss to your lips before slowly pulling out. He disposed of the condom quickly in the small bin under his desk, then grabbed a handful of tissues from the drawer.
“Stay right there, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice soft and caring. “Let me take care of you.”
He gently spread your legs a little wider and started cleaning you up with slow, tender strokes of the tissue, wiping away the mess between your thighs.
His touch was so careful and loving that it made your heart flutter.
“Does that feel okay?” he asked softly, eyes focused on what he was doing. “Not too sensitive?”
You shook your head, cheeks warm. “It feels nice… you’re being so gentle.”
“Of course I am,” he replied, smiling up at you as he continued cleaning. “The least I can do is clean you up properly and make sure my baby is comfortable after making love to you.”
He leaned in and kissed the inside of your thigh sweetly. “There… all better.”
Once you were clean, he quickly wiped himself off with fresh tissues, then tossed them away. He helped you down from the desk, holding you steady when your legs wobbled.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he teased lightly, wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve got you.”
He started dressing you with the same gentle care... buttoning your blouse one button at a time, smoothing the fabric over your shoulders, then tugging your skirt back down around your hips.
When he reached your panties, still damp and ruined from earlier, he paused and let out a low, amused chuckle.
“Mmm… these are definitely wrecked,” he said, running a finger lightly over the soaked fabric with a playful smirk. “My poor girl. You came so hard for me that your panties didn’t stand a chance.”
You swatted his chest, embarrassed but laughing. “Jin! Stop it… it’s your fault.”
“My fault?” He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief as he finished adjusting your skirt.
“Baby, you were the one moaning so loud and clenching around me like you never wanted me to stop. I’m just saying… from next time, you should probably bring an extra pair with you to the office.”
He leaned in close, voice dropping into a teasing whisper. “Or maybe two. Because if you keep getting jealous and marching into my office like that, I can’t promise I won’t bend you over this desk again.”
You buried your face in his chest, giggling. “You’re impossible. What if someone notices I’m walking funny now?”
Jin laughed softly and hugged you tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Then they’ll just think you had a very long, very intense meeting with the CEO. Which… technically, you did.”
He tilted your chin up so you’d look at him, his expression turning warm and sincere again. “But seriously, sweetheart… are you okay? No regrets?”
“None,” you whispered, smiling up at him. “It was risky and crazy… but I loved it. I love you.”
Jin’s eyes softened instantly.
He cupped your face and kissed you slow and deep, full of affection. “I love you too. So much. And next time we do something like this, I’ll make sure to bring the tissues and the extra panties myself, okay?”
You laughed against his lips. “Deal. But you’re still buying me new ones after ruining these.”
“Anything for my possessive little girlfriend,” he teased, giving you one last sweet kiss before stepping back to fix his own clothes.
“Now… go back to your desk looking like the professional you are. And try not to think about how I just fucked you right here every time you look at this desk.”
You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you fixed your hair. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”
“Never,” he promised with a wink. “But I’ll make it up to you tonight at my place. Proper dinner, no desk involved… unless you ask nicely.”
You shook your head, laughing as you headed toward the door. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Your ridiculous boyfriend,” he corrected fondly, watching you with soft eyes. “Now go before I change my mind and keep you here all evening.”
The company had just closed its best quarter in three years, record profits, glowing client feedback, and a marketing team that was buzzing with pride.
To celebrate, Jin had declared a full team dinner at one of the city’s coziest Korean restaurants, the kind with warm wooden tables, soft lighting, and endless side dishes.
Every single employee was invited, from the newest intern to the senior directors. No exceptions.
The long tables were already filled with laughter and chatter when Jin finally walked in, looking unfairly handsome in a simple black button-down, sleeves rolled up.
The moment he appeared, the entire room erupted into cheers and applause.
A chorus of grateful cheers erupted. “Thank you, Mr. Kim!” “Best boss ever!” “We love you, CEO-nim!”
Jin laughed, waving them off as he took his seat at the head of the main table. “Eat first, thank me later. And make sure you all try the spicy pork... it’s my treat.”
A few minutes later, you slipped in quietly, hoping to go unnoticed.
Your cheeks were still a little flushed from the quick make-out session you and Jin had stolen in the private elevator on the way here.
You spotted your friend Mina waving enthusiastically and slid into the empty chair beside her.
Mina immediately leaned in with a bright smile. “Y/N! You made it! Here, I saved you some of the japchae, it’s so good tonight.”
“Thanks, Mina,” you said, picking up your chopsticks and taking a big bite of the stir-fried noodles, trying to act completely normal, but your mind was still replaying Jin’s hands on your waist and the way he’d whispered “one more kiss” before the doors opened.
Mina’s eyes narrowed the second she looked at you properly.
Your lips were noticeably swollen... pink, plush, and a little puffy in a way that no amount of lip balm could hide.
“Um… Y/N?” she asked, tilting her head while you were still chewing. “What happened to your lips? They look… really swollen. Did something bite on it?”
You froze mid-chew.
Across the table, Yoongi was taking a sip of water.
The entire group, Namjoon, Hoseok, a few marketing team members, and even some from finance, suddenly went very quiet, all eyes subtly drifting toward you.
You swallowed quickly and let out an awkward laugh, waving your chopsticks around like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Oh, this?” You pointed at your own mouth with a dramatic flourish.
“Haha, it’s nothing! The gochujang in this dish is just so spicy, right? My lips are literally on fire. Swollen from the heat! Hahaha… yeah. Super spicy. You know how it is.”
Yoongi choked violently on his water.
He coughed hard, setting the glass down with a clunk as Namjoon patted his back, trying but failing not to laugh. Hoseok pressed his lips together so tightly he looked like he was about to burst.
A few other employees exchanged knowing glances, barely holding back their smiles.
The whole table let out a long, collective sigh.
Namjoon leaned back in his chair, giving you and Jin the most deadpan stare imaginable. “Y/N… seriously?”
Hoseok shook his head slowly, a fond smile tugging at his lips. “We’ve been pretending not to know for months. Months. And you’re still going with the ‘spicy gochujang’ excuse?”
One of the finance girls giggled. “We all saw you two sneaking into the elevator together last week. You were holding hands.”
Another colleague from your team chimed in cheerfully, “And Mr. Kim has been smiling like an idiot every single time he walks past the marketing floor. We thought he won the lottery or something.”
Mina nudged your shoulder gently, eyes sparkling with amusement.
You buried your face in your hands, mortified but laughing. “Oh my god… you all knew?”
He stood up slowly, still smiling that devastatingly charming smile, and said shamelessly in front of the entire room, “So since you all know about us… Y/N, could you please come and sit beside me?”
The entire table erupted into loud, happy laughter and whistles.
You glared at him playfully across the tables, cheeks burning bright red. “Kim Seokjin! You are the worst at keeping secrets!”
Jin just grinned wider and patted the empty seat right next to him. “Come on, baby. No more hiding. I’ve been waiting months to do this properly.”
Mina gave you a gentle push. “Go, go! We’ve been waiting for this moment too.”
With everyone’s eyes on you... warm, supportive, and genuinely happy, you stood up, still glaring at Jin with zero actual heat, and walked over.
The moment you reached him, he pulled you down into the chair beside him and immediately slipped an arm around your waist, tugging you close.
“See?” he said softly, just loud enough for the table to hear. “Much better. My girlfriend should always sit next to me.”
Hoseok raised his glass with a bright laugh. “Finally! To the cutest office couple we’ve ever had!”
Namjoon lifted his own glass, smiling warmly. “And to the best CEO who finally stopped pretending he wasn’t completely whipped.”
Yoongi, still recovering from his earlier choking fit, muttered with a smirk, “Took you long enough. We were running out of excuses for why you two kept ‘accidentally’ bumping into each other in the pantry.”
You leaned into Jin’s side, hiding your face against his shoulder as the whole room toasted and cheered. Jin pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, completely unbothered by the audience.
“See, sweetheart?” he whispered against your hair, voice full of love and teasing. “They adore us. Especially me being whipped for you.”
The table exploded into more laughter and applause as you swatted his arm, cheeks flushed but heart impossibly full.
For the first time, there was no hiding.
Just you, Jin, and an entire office full of people who had been rooting for the two of you all along.
(Well I need help... more like an opinion from you guys...)
I’m usually not into writing infidelity themes because they personally make me uncomfortable and go against my morals.
But there’s this one kind of scenario that keeps confusing me, where the OC is stuck in an unhealthy marriage. Maybe her husband is emotionally unavailable, disrespectful, or even abusive… and then she slowly finds comfort in someone who genuinely treats her with care and respect.
Around an year ago, I actually wrote a rough draft for a story with a similar concept, and it’s still in my drafts because I kept overthinking whether it was “wrong” to write and finally dropped it.
Today I was checking my drafts and again same thought came to my mind, but I genuinely want opinions from you guys.
