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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: 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: 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.
i saw this on twitter yesterday and decided to post here.
It's essential that everyone knows that this community depends on you to stay alive. You, the silent reader, and you, the author who ignores that passionate reader eager to exchange ideas (personal experience), and even for me, a curator of readings. It's our responsibility to keep this community alive and maintain this archive.
cc to @mils_tk on X
that’s all!!!! let’s make friends and enjoy stories!
@rpwprpwprpwprw Thank you for putting this. Completely agree with this... TBH.
And it’s not just about fanfictions either. It’s about every kind of fandom content people make and share because they love something... be it stories, drabbles, headcanons or be it edits, banners, artworks, povs, theories, all of it.
The word “fandom” itself symbolizes a group of people coming together because of shared love and interests. But if the interaction disappears, then what’s even the point of being part of a fandom?
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.
[MASTERLIST]
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.
(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.
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.”
even more tae recs for y’all to read! so much love for all these authors who wrote these masterpieces, y’all should definitely check their pages and other works too💗💗!!
ONESHOTS
Peeling Mandarins @yoongiofmine
genre: best friends to lovers
summary: Your bi-weekly movie nights with Taehyung had always been the safest part of your life, until the night a forgotten promise dragged you both to a housewarming party instead. What should have been just another evening between best friends slowly unravels when a single mandarin and one honest confession shift the air between you. After so many years of pretending nothing has changed, one night might be all it takes to finally peel back the layers.
operation bang voyage pt2 @svenotes
genre: college roommates au
summary: rooming with a fuck boy is a recipe for disaster, but with an eviction notice tying your hands, your standards drop incredibly low. what started as the solution to all your problems has spiraled into a tense game of cat and mouse—hands, mouth, and orgasms included. no problem though, a week away at your friend's beach house is exactly the kind of break you both need, right? wrong. the sun’s out, the drinks are strong, and your self-control forgot to pack a bag. if you thought being confined to the four walls of your apartment was hard, just wait 'til the heat kicks in.
along the boardwalk @cupofteaguk
genre: skater boy au, college au
summary: they always said Kim Taehyung had a you-shaped hole in his heart.
Bibliotheque @joonbird
genre: college au, college rivals au, librarian!tae
summary: “You are at the very top of your college cohort, an A grade student on the fast track to a life of success. You know the answers to everything, or at least you think you do. That is until you meet quirky genius Kim Taehyung.”
Crowds Around Us @taegularities
genre: s2f2l
summary: No matter how crowded or busy the world around you gets, your thoughts keep drifting back to him until they begin longing for more than just his virtual presence – and when you finally do meet him, he erases all of your thoughts entirely.
PG @orchidyoonkook
genre: Older Brother's Best Friend, Friends to Lovers, Age Gap, Slice of Life
summary: You aren’t delusional enough to think anything would ever happen between the two of you, not for a damn second. Be it the age difference, the fact that he’s your brother's friend, or the extremely high likelihood that he sees you as nothing more than Fourteen’s annoying little sister that he can use to rile said best friend up. But that’s about it. Nothing more. And reality is something you’re able to keep a solid grasp on when it comes to him. You don’t let it go for the sake of acting on a one sided and unrequited feeling you know will pass… eventually.
Of Lace and Lust @hobidreams
genre: college au, roommate au, childhood best friends to lovers
summary: friendship rule number one: don’t imagine how amazing your best friend’s cock would feel inside you. except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering taehyung’s kink for panties. specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing.
who’s your bias? @gimmethatagustd
genre: idol!au, Established Relationship
summary: Everyone says idols shouldn’t date their fans. Little did you know the crazy sasaengs aren’t the ones who might ruin your relationship. It might just be your boyfriend’s best friends.
Falling, Falling, Gone @johobi
genre: footballer tae
summary: Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You'll never tell him for fear of rejection. So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?
Dichotomy @kpopfanfictrash
genre: Arranged Marriage!AU
summary: You hate him. He hates you. It’s a fine line though, isn’t it – between love and hate?
Debugging Love @kittenan2
genre: IT Engineer!Taehyung x Baker!Reader, Romantic Comedy, Domestic Bliss
Ain’t No Sunshine @whimsical-ness
genre: Notting Hill! AU, Actor! Tae
summary: The last thing you’d ever expected was for world famous actor Kim Taehyung to walk into your tiny, unassuming bookshop. But when he does, it unravels a charming yet complicated series of events that change your life forever.
SERIES
Belong @v-hope
genre: artist!kim taehyung x heiress!reader, SMAU + written
summary: one year to prove you can fend for yourself. one year to keep your parents from making the most important life decision for you. one year to still carry the perfect life for the media whilst carrying a simpler one for yourself... and way less than one year for you to realise you belong in the latter, with that cynical new roommate of yours.
4:23 am (pt1) , 2:43am (last part) @satnin-darling
genre: idol!au, fwb2lovers
summary: Unrequited love, the end of a long-term relationship, they all hurt the same. So you and Taehyung find yourself in this arrangement, sometimes casual, sometimes not. But things couldn’t go on like that forever and you had to face reality, take care of unfinished business so to speak. As time went on, things settled in the dust. Finally, you and Taehyung find each other again, you talk about what happened and it’s like things can begin anew.
POV: When you tell him "You need him" and he just looks at you & nods like this 🫠🫠🫠
Yeashffdghjdkrjfkgkfhsgwhshdjrjxjfjkzffgh... Why tf is he so goddamn hotttttttttt... I'm losing my sanity all over again... This guy can make me ovulate even on my non-ovulating days 😩
POV: When you tell him "You need him" and he just looks at you & nods like this 🫠🫠🫠
Yeashffdghjdkrjfkgkfhsgwhshdjrjxjfjkzffgh... Why tf is he so goddamn hotttttttttt... I'm losing my sanity all over again... This guy can make me ovulate even on my non-ovulating days 😩
