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Into the Sun
Pairing: Jungkook x black reader
Warnings: crotch sniffing, licking through the underwear, fingering,and penetration.
Summary: After a beautiful backyard wedding, they end the day in passion
It was four hours before our wedding and I was feeling butterflies in my stomach.
"How are you feeling?" My mother asked as she watched the makeup artist do my makeup.
"I'm both excited and nervous," I replied.
I couldn't believe that after dating all through high school, college, and our first year as working adults," Jungkook and I were finally going to get married.
"My baby is about to become a wife," my mother said in awe.
She grabbed a tissue from the table and dabbed the corners of her eyes. She didn't want to cry and ruined the makeup artist hard work.
I took her hands in mine and said," I'll always be your baby. You're not losing me. You're just gaining a son."
"I couldn't pick a better man for you. Jungkook adores you," my mom said proudly.
"And I adore him as well," I said.
The makeup artist finished my makeup, and I walked to the full length mirror to give myself a once over. One side of my afro was pinned back, my make up was soft glam and my dress was a champagne tulle A-line gown. I looked and felt beautiful.
"You look stunning," Sophia said.
"Thanks, sis," I said. "You and mom look great. "
"Thanks, sweetie. Your sister and I really wanted to fit your golden hour theme," my mother said.
"I've never to an golden hour wedding. What made you choose that theme?" asked Sophia.
"I always wanted to see a sunset instead of looking at a picture," I replied.
My mom, my younger sister and I talked until it was time for my walk down the aisle.
I pushed the screen door opened, and music started playing. As I walked down the terracotta aisle runner, I smiled at all of our guests. Our wedding was relatively small. Our guest list consisted of my mother, my sister, my childhood friend, his mom, his dad, his brother and his childhood friend. When I got to the end of the aisle and laid my eyes on Jungkook, I felt my breath being taken away.
He looked good with his slicked back black hair and tan linen suit.
"You look handsome," I mouthed.
"You look gorgeous," he mouth back.
The photographer quietly took photos while the pastor said his non-religious speech. We repeated our vows, slipped the ring on each other's fingers, and shared our first kiss as husband and wife. Before going inside for the home cooked meal my mother prepared, we took photos with everyone.
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Jungkook opened the door to the honey moon suite and carried our weekend bags in. I closed, locked the door, then wrapped my arms around his waist. He turned around in my arms and kissed me.
"How does it feel to be Mrs. Jeon?" he asked.
"I feel happy. I'm not going to lie, I thought college was going to end us."
"Why?"
"College girls are different from high school girls, and I'm sure you caught the attention of a few."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the Disney Beauty and the Beast Enchanted Rose ring he gave me on our one year anniversary.
"When I gave this ring to you six years ago, I promised myself and you that I would be loyal to you and marry you one day. Those college girls had nothing on you. You're the only girl my eyes see."
"I figured that out pretty quickly when you shut down a girl who was flirting with you right in front of me."
"I'm glad you got over that insecurity pretty quickly, but if I ever say or do anything that makes you feel insecure, please let me know. The last thing I want to do is make the love of my life feel insecure."
"I will."
"Are you up for some lovemaking or should we wait until tomorrow?"
"I'm up for it. I went to bed early the night before."
"Allow me," he said, stepping behind me.
"This dress is lovely on you, but I can't get to your beautiful brown skin with it on," he said, pulling the zipper down.
As he pulled the zipper down, the back of my champagne colored lingerie was revealed.
"Holy shit! You weren't joking about matching everything to your dress."
I turned my head, winked at him and stepped out of the puddle of my dress. He picked the dress up, put it on a hanger, hung it up and followed me to the bed.
"Thank you for putting that up for me."
"Of course, babe. I know you paid a pretty penny for that."
He dropped to his knees and placed my heel clad feet before removing my shoes. He positioned my left foot in an upward pose on his thigh and gently glided his knuckles across my foot.
"How does this feel?" he asked.
"It feels good. Any stiffness I may have in that foot is gone," I said with a sigh.
He smiled and gave my right foot the same treatment. After he finished rubbing my feet, he hooked his finger under the string of my thong and snapped it against me.
"I don't know why you even bother wearing thongs. They barely contain your fat lips and I'm not talking about the ones on your face," he said with a grin.
"They make my ass look good."
"Speaking of ass." He reached under me and gave my butt a squeeze.
"Damn! You've been going hard on the lower body work. Your butt is as firm as a peach."
"Thank you, kookie," I said with a giggle.
He buried his head between my legs and and took a long sniff.
"God Damn! You smell intoxicating."
Instead of removing my thong, he licked me through the fabric as if he were licking an ice cream cone.
"Jungkook," I moaned.
When he was satisfied with his work, he stared at the mess he had created. My thong was soaked with his saliva and my juices, clinging to me uncomfortably. He removed my underwear and plunged two fingers into me. Due to his earlier ministration, I was wet enough that I didn't feel any discomfort. While scissoring his fingers inside of me, he pressed down on my lower belly.
"Jungkook," I moaned loudly.
"Does this feel good babe?"
"Yes."
"More intense?"
I vigorously nodded my head and pressed down on his fingers.
"Good. I'll use this technique instead."
He pulled his fingers out and stripped off his clothes. Unlike with my dress, he left his suit on the floor. He put on a condom and slid into me.
"You're so tight and wet," he groaned.
He pulled all except the head of his cock out and plunged it back in. He gave me long, deep strokes that had me chanting his name like a prayer. He bit his pierced lip and started pounding into me harder.
"Fuck! Jungkook," I moaned.
He leaned down and gave my nipple a light bite. The slight stinging sensation combined with the pleasure from his thrusting sent me flying into an orgasm. He let out a loud as I clamped down on him and he filled the condom with his load. He carefully pulled out, tossed the condom in the trash, climbed back in bed and snuggled up to me.
"Let's get some rest so we can go down stairs for breakfast in the morning," he said.
"Okay," I said.
Please
Pairing: Taehyung x black reader
Warnings: penetration
Summary: He knew being married to him would be hard. That's why he always make sure she knows she loved
I sleepily opened my eyes and turned off the alarm clock. I turned on my bedside lamp and grabbed the post it note that Taehyung stuck there.
Good morning, my love. Every mile I drive brings me one day closer to coming home to you. Until then, keep my heart safe-I'll be carrying yours with me. I love you always.
I smiled and put it in my photo album with the others. Ever since we got married three years ago, he would leave me a post-it note love letter every Monday before leaving on his week-long delivery drive. He always wanted me to feel loved and cared for, despite only seeing him on the weekends, and this was one of the ways he showed it. I turned on the lights and got ready for work.
I walked into my work place and stood beside Alice for our morning meeting.
"Good morning," she said, drinking matcha.
"Morning," I said.
Ten minutes later, Amy, our boss walked and gave everyone their schedules and keys, if necessary.
I walked over to Maria and said," Looks like we're doing two deep cleanings at the same apartment complex."
"At least we don't have to leave the property for two deep cleanings. Did she give you a key to the company's cleaning van?" she asked.
"Yes."
After grabbing necessary supplies and loading necessary cleaning equipment, we headed off to the complex.
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We arrived at the complex and spoke to the manager. She gave us the keys to the apartments and we went to apartment twenty-three first. Maria grabbed the cleaning supply cart and I grabbed the vaccum. Before we started cleaning, I went back downstairs one more time to get the carpet cleaner.
"I'm glad Merry Maid invested in light weight vaccums and carpet cleaners," I said, putting it down.
"Me too. Do you want to do the wet rooms or dry rooms?"
"I'll handle the dry rooms in this apartment and the wet rooms in the next one."
"Sounds fair to me. Let's get to work."
While she worked on cleaning the kitchen, I vacuumed the bedroom and living room. I needed to make sure there wasn't a speck of dirt on the floor before I give the carpet a deep clean.
"Yuck," I said, as the cleaner's container filled with dirty water.
"Doesn't seeing the dirty water give you a sense of satisfaction?" she asked, from inside the bathroom.
"Nah. It just reminds me why landlords should go with hardwood floors instead of cheap carpet," I replied.
"I doubt they want to spend more than necessary on the apartments. Just enough to justify rent," said Maria.
After we finished the first apartment we headed back downstairs to the van to take our first break. While on my fifteen minute break, I decided to text Taehyung.
Me: I got lucky today. Two deep cleanings at the same complex.
Taehyung: Are you working by yourself?
Me: No, I have a partner helping me.
Taehyung: Good. I know they have you working by yourself most of the time but a deep cleaning requires more effort and time.
Me: Solo work are for smaller jobs. Not big ones.
Taehyung: That's good to know. I always worry about you working too hard when you're by yourself.
"Break time is over," Maria said, beside me.
Me: Time to get back to work. Bye!
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The days passed by quickly, as they always do and before I knew it, it was seven o' clock on a Friday evening. I had settled into bed with a book when I heard the sound of the lock opening, followed by the door swinging open. I heard his footsteps just before he walked into the bedroom holding a Walmart bag and a big grin on his face.
"Miss me?" he asked.
"Always," I replied, extending my hand outward for the bag.
This was also one of our rituals. Before coming home, he would stop by Walmart and buy me my favorite snacks. He gives me a gentle kiss and slips the bag in my hand.
"No matter how many years I drive that truck I will never get used to the sleeping berth," he said with a tired sigh.
"Go get clean and join me in the plushy bed," I said.
I opened the bag of hot funyuns and shoved two in my mouth.
"Don't choke on the funyuns," he warned, before entering the bathroom.
I took a swig of the two liter of Barq's root beer, tightly wrapped the chip bag, put everything back in the sack and put it to the side. I returned my attention back to my book until he came out of the bathroom looking incredibly attractive in nothing but his sleep shorts. However, I knew he was tired and that he always initiated morning sex anyway. He gave me a knowing smile and another kiss before climbing in the bed beside me.
"Get some rest babe. You'll need your energy tomorrow," he said, before the room became silent.
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At the crack of dawn, our bedroom filled with the noises of moans, groans, and our hips meeting.
"Fuck! I crave this pussy every day I'm gone," he groaned.
"I miss you too, Tae. The rabbit toy barely scratches the itch anymore," I moaned.
He pulled out and maneuvered me onto my right side. Then he knelt and straddled my right leg. He curled my leg around his left side.
"What position is this?" I asked in surprise.
"The Pretzel Dip," he replied before thrusting into me.
"Taehyung!" I gasped.
He immediately pulled back and asked," Was that too much?"
"No, you hit my G-spot," I replied.
"Should I keep going?"
"Yes."
He slowly thrust back inside of me, causing a squeal to escape my lips. He chuckled and focused on giving me slow, deep thrusts to avoid overwhelming me. Every time he tapped that spot I felt a peace of my insanity float away.
"Are you close, baby?" he asked.
"Yes!" I cried out.
"Go ahead and come. I'm almost there," he groaned.
After a handful thrusts, I cried out loudly. While I was in the throes of ecstasy Taehyung thrusted into me five more times before reaching his climax as well.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a gentle squeeze.
"Thank you for choosing to date, love and marry me despite knowing I'm a regional truck driver."
"I admit I was leary about dating you because you were a truck driver, the way you made time for me during our time apart and when we were together during our dating staged showed me you were in it for the long haul and were willing to put in the work to maintain our love. That's why I married you."
Come Over
pairing: Jimin x Black reader
Warnings: handjob, fingering and penetration
Summary: After ending the relationship eight years ago, he shows back up at her door.
The chirping sounds of birds bounce off the walls of my one bedroom apartment. I opened my eyes and let out a small yawn. I looked at my clock, and a look of disbelief came over my face. It was seven thirty in the evening and I had only went to bed thirty minutes ago. Who would come to my apartment this late.
The chirping sound came again so I climbed out of bed, put on my robe and answered the door. I was surprised to see Jimin standing there with a nervous smile and a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. It has been eight years since I last seen him.
"Jimin what are you doing here?" I asked cautiously.
"I came to see you," he replied.
"Jimin, you should be home with your perfect wife according to your elitist parents," I said sarcastically.
"I have been divorced for seven and estranged from my parents for eight years," he said matter of factly.
"If that's the case why did you take so long to come see me."
"I didn't want to come to you with a life I didn't build myself."
"What life have you built then?"
"Can I please come in first?" he pleaded.
I let out a heavy sigh and stepped aside. He gave me the bouquet and entered. I sniffed the flowers and put them in the fridge for now.
"Where did you buy flowers this late?" I asked, walking towards the couch.
"I bought them earlier in the day," he replied.
I sat down on the couch and turned towards him. "Now tell me."
"I took out a loan and went to TCAT to become a mechanic and luckily I got hired within two months of graduating. I traded in that luxury car for a practical all wheel drive four door truck and I got an apartment an hour from here."
"I'm proud of you Jimin but why didn't you fight for us?"
"They threatened to use their influence to make you and your parents lose your jobs and ensure that none of you could find work anywhere in the city, " he replied solemnly.
"Then how did you manage to get away? I highly doubt that they would let you ruin that business contract with that woman's family without a fight."
"I found dirt on them. I told them if they didn't leave me and you alone I'll go to the press with dad's dirty secret."
"I'm glad you freed yourself from your parents' clutches but it has been eight years. We can't jump back into a relationship and act like we were never separated."
"I know and I don't expect that. But please give me another chance at dating you again," he said, pressing his hands together.
"I'm willing to do that."
"Thank you!" he cried.
"Your welcome," I said shyly.
"Do you still have my number?"
"I do and my number is still the same."
"Then can I take you out on a date the entire weekend next week?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes, just text me the time and details so I can dress accordingly."
"I'll take my leave so you can get some rest. Thanks again, Y/N."
"Your welcome, Jimin."
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"So let me get this straight. Your ex, Park Jimin, showed up at your door in the middle of the night and announced that he's divorced, estranged from his parents and wants you back?" asked Daisy in disbelief.
"Pretty much," I replied.
I took a bite of collard greens and chased it down with a few sips of sweet tea.
"What answer did you give him?" she asked.
"I told him I would give him another shot at dating me," I replied.
"That's nice of you."
"You wouldn't?"
"A lot can happen in eight years. Like falling in love with someone else and starting a life with him. "
"A year into our break up, I tried dating other guys but I never felt that strong pull with them like I did with Jimin."
"That's understandable. He treated you like a princess and you saw him as the person he truly was not the person his parents tried to create."
After my meal with Daisy, I said goodbye and headed over to Darla's Dessert. It was a tradition of mines and Jimin when we were still a couple. I still do even though we weren't a couple anymore. That's probably one of the many reasons I haven't gotten over him. When I walked into the bakery I wasn't expecting to see Jimin sitting at a table scrolling on his phone with one hand and eating a cookies and cream cupcake with the other.
He looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw me. He waved for me to come over and I told him to give me a minute. I paid for my brownies and walked over to his table.
"This is a pleasant surprise," I said.
"Yeah. Did you come here to get your after meal sweet?"
"Yes, you still remember?"
"Of course I do. I don't forget things that matter to the woman I love."
I feel my heart skip a beat and my cheeks grow warm.
"I can't believe you still love me even though eight years has passed."
"I can never stop loving you the person who saw the real me," he said with a sincere smile.
"How has your day been so far?" he asked.
"It has been great so far. I went to the gym, came here for my favorite cupcake, I saw you and I'm finishing the final details on our two dates."
"Can you tell me or do I need to wait?"
"Yes, We'll go to a local Farmer's Market for our date on Saturday at nine in the morning and at eleven in the morning go to the planetarium to see a show on Sunday," he said proudly.
"They sound like fun dates," I said.
"I didn't want to do the typical first and second date this go around."
"Those are definitely not typical dates. I have never been to the farmers market and the last time I went to the planetarium I was in middle school."
"These dates will be our fun beginning."
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I put a piece of gum in my mouth and applied lip gloss before climbing out of the car. I walked to the entrance to the market and spotted Jimin.
His eyes widen slightly and he gave me a once over. "Holy cow! Are you trying to knock me off my feet?"
I immediately burst out laughing. "What do you mean?"
"Your outfit."
The outfit in question was a pair of denim shorts with a blue sheer boho flowy halter top. The halter screamed look at me and that's what I wanted him to do.
"I wanted your attention."
"You have it."
I giggled and we walked into the market. The first stall that caught our attention was Steve's Meat Pies. His pies range from typical meat to wild game.
"Welcome to my stall. Would you like to try a sample?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Which one do you want to try?" he asked.
"Let's be adventurous and try the alligator meat pie," I replied.
"Okay. We'll try the alligator meat sample," said Jimin.
Steve takes two mini pies out of a cooler, warm them up in the microwave for twelve seconds and hands them to us. I took a bite and savored the flavors.
"This is good. Whatever seasoning you use it works well with the alligator meat," I said.
"That's cajun seasoning," said Steve.
"That's why it has a kick," I said.
"Mmmm," said Jimin.
He put the rest of the pie in his mouth and after four chews swallowed.
"I would like to buy two more of those alligator mini pies," said Jimin.
"The mini pies are just samples. The pies themselves are slices," said Steve.
"Oh. I'll take two slices of alligator pies."
While we ate our slices of meat pies, we looked at other stalls. When we finished the pies, we stopped at a stall selling cookies.
"We have to end the date with dessert," he said playfully.
"Always," I said.
We each tried two samples before he bought a salted caramel cookie for me and a chocolate chip cookie for himself.
"Are you ready to go or do you want to go look at a few more stalls."
"I'm ready to go. This was fun."
"I'm glad you had fun. I'll walk you to your car," he said.
"Thank you," I said.
Once we arrived at my car, I gave him a warm hug and a wave before leaving the market.
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Jimin gave the lobby attendant our tickets and we walked into the the planetarium show room. The room contained a large screen and plushy black theater seats.
"Its a bit nippy in here," I said, rubbing my shoulders.
"That's why I brought this travel blanket with me. Every time I have been to a planetarium it has always been cold in the show room," said Jimin.
"I'm glad you're one step ahead. I was starting to regret wearing this skirt."
He gave me a once over and smiled.
"You looked really pretty in the skirt though."
"Thank you, Jimin."
We took our seats in the fourth row and he covered our laps with the blankets.
"What are we watching today?" I asked.
"The history of dolphins," he replied.
"That sounds interesting. I used to really have dolphins when I was child."
"Did your parents encourage that interest?"
"Yes, I had a dolphin back pack."
"Your parents were always loving."
"Yeah and I'm grateful for that."
The lights dimmed and the introductory credits started to play.
"Showtime," I whispered.
As the dolphins showed up on the screen the speaker started telling facts about the creature. The information ranged from what type of mammal it was to its natural habitat. When the show ended I felt enlightened and relaxed. Jimin carefully folded the blanket up, put it away and we walked out of the room.
"Was the show boring to you?" he asked with concern.
"No, why would you think that?"
"I had to tap you awake twice."
"The speaker had a soothing and monotone voice. It kind of made me sleepy."
"Oh. Do you like asmr?"
"Yeah. It helps me sleep."
"If you want, I can give you an ASMR experience on our next date."
"That sounds awesome. I would love that. Be warned I might fall asleep."
"That's fine. I'll just wake you up when I'm done."
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I was focused on entering in some information in the computer when the door opened. A man carrying a vase of orange flowers walked in. He walked up to the front desk and asked, " Does Y/N Y/L/N work here?"
"That's me," I replied.
"Park Jimin ordered these for you," he said, placing the flowers on the counter.
"Thank you," I said.
I grabbed the flowers and put them somewhere safe near me.
"Those are some beautiful flowers," Michelle said, sitting next to me.
"Thanks," I said.
On my lunch break I immediately texted Jimin.
Me: Thank you for the flowers.
After ten minutes of waiting and no response, I figured he was not on his break yet. I turned my attention to my lunch and YouTube. For the rest of the work day I sniffed the flowers every chance I got.
As soon as I walked through the door of my apartment I checked my cellphone. I was happy to see Jimin had finally text me back.
Jimin: Your welcome. I hoped it brightened your day.
Me: It did.
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I and Jimin loaded up our plates and took a seat at one of the tables scattered throughout my Aunt Brooke's yard. Since we'd been officially together for three months, I thought it would be a good idea to reintroduce him back to my family at our family reunion. At first they were surprised but they got over it pretty quickly.
"How's it been being back together with my niece?" asked Eddie.
"Like a dream I never want to let go of again," he replied, looking at me with absolute fondness.
I giggled and took a bite of rib.
"I'm glad you two are back together. When you two broke up she lost a bit of her sparkle," said Eddie.
"I didn't want to break up with her at the time but my parents forced my hand," he said.
"She told me and I'm sorry you had to endure being raised by people like that."
"Thank you, sir. I'm just glad it's over."
After finishing our food, we spent the rest of the reunion dancing and talking to other relatives.
"Bye everyone," I said, climbing into Jimin's truck.
"Take care," he said.
He buckled up and pulled out of the driveway. Four minutes into the drive, I placed my hand on his knee and gave it a squeeze. He smiled but kept his focus on the road. I decided to tease him a bit, so I glided my nails up and down his thigh.
"Y/n," he warned.
"Jimin," he said mischievously.
"Don't start something you don't want me to finish. "
"What if I said I want you too."
"Be prepared for the consequences."
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Immediately after my apartment closed behind us, Jimin shoved me gently against the door and captured my lips in a toe-curling kiss. When we separated for air, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to my bedroom.
He gently laid me on the bed and slowly removed his clothes. As each article of clothing hit the floor the sexual tension between us grew. Once he was completely naked, he walked over to me and wrapped my hand around his cock. He let out a low groaned and greedily pressed into my hand. He let me stroke him for a while before removing my hand.
"Not like this. I want my first time after eight years apart, to be inside of you."
"Next time then."
He put two fingers into his mouth, sucked on them, then slid them into my slick entrance.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me, baby," he moaned.
"It has been so long."
He bit his lip and thrust his fingers inside of me until he felt I was relaxed enough to accommodate him. He put on a condom and slowly guided himself inside of me. He played with my breasts while his movements sent waves of pleasure through me.
"You still fit me like a glove," he groaned.
"Jimin," I whined as he pinched my nipples.
"Baby, keep squeezing my cock like this, you'll make me come," he groaned.
"It'll be your fault," I said with a pout.
He gave my pouty lips a kiss and chuckle.
"Your pout is hard to resist."
He shifted the angle of his hips and begin thrusting deeper. With each thrust of his hips, I felt the pleasure spike until I finally cried out with a loud moan. He continued to moving against me for a few more moments before he too, reached his climax.
He kissed me and said," never again will we be apart. I'll propose to you again and we'll walk down the alter."
"I love you," I said with a watery smile.
Hooligan
Pairing: Namjoon x black reader
Warnings: fingering and penetration
Summary: Namjoon's parents always dreamed of him working in a big company and marrying an equal successful korean woman. Too bad for them he rebels against that image.
"Namjoon when are you going to stop this?" asked Mrs. Kim.
"Stop what?" he asked nonchalantly.
"This rebellious persona of yours. You're forty years old. Too old to be having orange highlights in your hair and wearing leather pants almost everyday," she replied.
He removed his cellphone from his ear and let out an annoyed sigh. Every time he got on the phone with his mother she always talked about the same thing. He needed to dye his hair a natural color. He needed to dress more professional. He needed to find a wife before he's fifty or people in her inner circle will think something is wrong with him.
He put his cell back to his ear only to have his mother yell at him.
"Kim Namjoon are you ignoring me?!"
"No, mother. What gave you that idea?" he lied.
"I said your name four times and you're now answering me."
"Sorry. I was thinking about something else."
He hears her scoff at his answer.
"You're such a disappointment and embarrassment to me and your father. You have a genius iq. Instead of using it to land a high paying job and a korean wife, you put orange highlights in your hair and open a seedy bar."
"Mom, I'm done with this discussion and I'm done having you tear me down because I don't fit your standard of a good korean son. From this point on I never want to hear from you again."
He ended the call and blocked her number.
"That went left quick."
He turned around to see his girlfriend wearing a bonnet and one of his old shirts.
I walked up to him and massaged his temple with my thumbs.
Namjoon let out a tired sigh and closed his eyes. "You always know what to do to help me relax."
"I'm glad you see me as a source of relaxation."
He opened his eyes and gave me a dimple smile. "I need to ask you something?"
"Go ahead. "
"Do you want marriage and kids?"
"Of course Joonie."
"How soon do you want marriage?"
I chuckled and placed a kiss on his cheek. "If you want to ask me to marry you go ahead."
He reached under the couch cushions, pulls out a black box, gets down on one knee and opens the box. Inside was a beautiful ring with three stones and the center one was red. My favorite color.
"Y/n, meeting you one year ago was the best thing to happen to me. I admit I was nervous about pursuing you because you were twenty-one and I was thirty-nine at the time. However, I'm glad my fears were unfounded. We get along like two peas in a pod. Will you marry me?"
"Yes!"
He slipped the ring on my finger and gave me a smooch. "Thank you for agreeing to marry me. I promise you won't regret it."
"Of course I won't. You're the sweetest man I have ever met."
"How would you like our wedding to be?"
"A no fuss type of wedding. Dress up in red and take wedding photos, get married by a notary since we're not religious and have our friends over for dinner."
"A notary can marry us?"
"Only in six states and our state is one of them."
"That's good to know. The nearest city that still does courthouse weddings is a four hour drive."
"I know. That's why I looked up non religious marriage options in our state."
"How long ago did you look this up?"
"Two weeks ago."
Namjoon smiled and pulled me into a hug.
"So you were already thinking about marriage. "
"Who wouldn't think about marriage with you?"
"Five to six figure earning korean women according to my mother."
"It's a good thing that's not the type of woman you were not looking for."
"Nope. Let's put a vacation in two weeks from now on a Friday. That way we can get our marriage license and do everything else the following day," he suggested.
"That sounds like a plan. Let's search for some nice, formal red clothes," I said excitedly.
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"Y/n Y/L/N, do you present yourself willingly and of your own accord to be joined in marriage to Kim Namjoon? Do you promise to love, honor and respect him as your equal partner in life?" asked the notary.
"I do," I replied with a big grin on my face.
"Kim Namjoon, do you present yourself willingly and of your own accord to be joined in marriage to Y/n Y/L/N? Do you promise to love, honor and respect her as your equal partner in life?"
"I do," he replied.
We pulled each other red ring out of our pockets and slipped them on each other finger.
"I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Namjoon placed his hands on my shoulders and gave me a quick smooch.
"Congratulations, you two," said the notary.
"Thank you," he said.
After the marriage license was signed, we walked outside to see our wedding photographer waiting for us.
"Congratulations on your marriage," said Mallory.
"Thank you," I said.
The first photo she took was of our wedding bands and the next one was of us kissing. The entire photo session lasted an hour and I felt like we got a lot of good shots.
"I have all the photos I need. I'll let you know when they're ready for pick up," said Mallory.
"Thank you for your services," I said.
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Namjoon placed the warming mat on the foldable table, turned it on and placed the hot food on it. While he did I put a red tablecloth over our dinner table and red covers over the chairs. Next, I put a red plastic cup and plate in front of each chair. Lastly, I pulled two bottles of welch's sparkling grape juice out of the fridge and placed in the center of the table. The doorbell rings and I opened to see all of our friends.
"Thanks for coming everyone," I said, stepping aside to let them in.
"We wouldn't miss your wedding celebration for the world," said Alexandria.
"I'm glad you decided to have it on a Saturday though. That means we can cut loose without having to worry about work the next day," said Dave.
"That's why we chose Saturday. A relaxing day to celebrate our marriage," said Namjoon.
"For dinner we have bbq ribs, pull pork, bake beans, seasoned fries and chocolate cake," I said.
"Sounds delicious. I had a feeling you were going to pick bbq. You order bbq every Wednesday," said Samantha.
"You know me so well," I said with a chuckle.
"BBQ is perfect for a relaxed wedding dinner, " said Josh.
"Everyone please line up and get your food," said Namjoon.
"Newlyweds first," said Samantha.
After everyone filled their plates and was seated Namjoon filled their cups with sparkling grape juice.
"We have four more bottles in the fridge if anyone wants more," I said.
Dave stood up and raised his cup in the air.
"A toast to the newlyweds. May your marriage forever thrive."
"Cheers!!!"
After clicking our cups and taking a sip, we digged into our food.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too," he whispered back.
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While holding me in his arms, Namjoon nudged the bedroom door opened with his foot and carried me in. He gently placed me on the bed and kissed my shoulder.
"You looked gorgeous in that red evening dress you wore when we said I do and sexy in this lace body hugging dress."
"Thanks Joonie."
"I don't want to accidentally rip it. Tell me how to remove it."
I rolled onto my stomach and pointed to the zipper. As he pulled the zipper down he placed kisses along my back. When he got the zipper completely down I stood up and let the dress fall to my feet.
"Damn babe. This red lace bra and panty set looks amazing on you," he said.
"Thanks babe but I want you to touch me."
He gently picked me up by the waist and put me back on the bed. He placed a kiss on my lips, between my breasts and on top of my mound. He cupped my breasts in his hands and sucked my nipples through the lace. Then he alternated between licking and lightly nipping my nipples until they're hard. He dropped to his knees and pulled my drenched panty off.
"This is one of the reasons why I find you sexy. I have never met a girl who soaks her panty in her juices," he said, holding up the panty.
"It's because you make me so wet," I said.
"I'm honored to be the man to make you super wet for the rest of your life."
He spits on two of his fingers and insert them inside of me. I felt no pain or discomfort because he had made me wet and aroused from earlier. He started to move his fingers at a steady pace. His fingers moving in and out of my wet pussy made loud and lewd sounds but based on his hard on it was turning him on.
"Babe, you're like a sexy faucet," he said, removing his fingers.
He licked his fingers clean of my juices before putting on a condom. He climbed on top of me and slid his cock in me with ease. We kissed while he slowly rolled his hips into mines. Since we just got married we decided to make love instead of our normal rough and fast session. Every time his cock would brush against that spot I felt a chill of pleasure spread throughout my body. We eventually had to pull our lips apart to get some air into our lungs. While our lips were apart he focused on building both of our impending orgasms until we came together. He grabbed the damp towel and gently cleaned me up. After he was done, he gave my thighs a light massage.
"Thank you for being you Joonie."
He gave me a dimple smile and kissed my thigh.
2.0
Pairing: Hoseok x black reader
Warnings: loss of virginity, sexy toy, fingering, and penetration
Summary: Feeling like her weight is holding her back in life and love, she begins a weight loss journey.
I took a nervous breath and stood in front of my full length mirror in my bra and panty. At 5'4 and two hundred and pounds, I was considered obese by my doctor and my body ached from carrying around those extra pounds. For the longest time I never did anything about it and continue my unhealthy eating habits and I never exercise. However, it came to a head on my thirty-three birthday. It hit me that I have never been in a relationship and still a virgin.
It was obviously because of my weight. With the exception of feeders and fat men, most men preferred average to fit girls. I want love, children and to do activities without my weight holding me back. That's why I decided that I would lose weight but do it the sustainable way. I've seen my mom yo-yo diet long enough to know extreme dieting is a set up for failure and gaining back twice as much weight. I took before photos and put today's date on them. Then I put back on my clothes and made an appointment with a dietician on Nourish.
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"When it comes to creating meal plans for people I use two philosophies. Healthy swaps and add not take away. I do recommend healthy recipes that are easy, tasty and simple to make. Does that sound okay to you?" asked Ms. Kerry.
"Yes ma'am," I replied.
"Tell me what you eat on an average day and don't leave anything out."
" For breakfast I eat the same thing every day which is instant maple brown sugar oatmeal with a peach fruit cup. My favorite snack is a king size hershey almond bar and I eat that on both of my fifteen minute breaks at work. At home I eat a frozen giant version of that as my dessert after lunch and dinner. For lunch, I had a large meat lovers stoufer lasagna and for dinner, I had two homemade tacos loaded with cheese and taco sauce with a side of seasoned fries."
"Do you drink any soda at all?"
"A sprite with lunch and dinner but orange juice with breakfast."
"What about water?"
"I hate the taste of plain water but I don't want bladder problems so I force myself to drink a full cup of water in the morning and another full cup before bed."
"Do you eat out at all?"
"Just pizza on Saturdays. Eating out is very expensive and I tried a lot of fast food places in my area and only pizza truly makes my taste buds feel satisfied."
"Let me get this straight. You are a proud oatmeal lover. You don't drink a lot of water because the lack of flavor is unappealing. You love pizza and chocolate is your kryptonite."
"That's correct."
"I can work with that. In fact, I have a few recipes ideas turning my head now. I'll have your meal plan ready for you by tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay."
"Have a nice day."
"You too."
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The Walmart app sends me a notification that my groceries have been delivered. I get up from in front of the tv and bring them inside. I put the groceries on the kitchen floor and recumbent bike box in the living room. I grabbed a large trash bag and tossed everything that would harm my health goal in it. It took two trash bags to get empty out my fridge and pantry but it was done. Now that my fridge was bare and pantry snackless, I proceeded to put away all of the groceries except the ingredients needed to make the chocolate chip baked oats in batches. I never had baked oats before but based on the picture attached to the recipe it looked delicious. First, I set the oven to preheat at three hundred and fifty degrees. Second, I added all of the ingredients except the chocolate chips in the food processor and blended it. Third, I poured the mix into several ramekins and put them in the oven as soon as the timer beeped. I set the timer for twenty minutes and called my mom.
"Hey sweetie! How are you?"
"I'm good. I wanted to let you know I'll be starting my weight loss journey tomorrow. "
"Congratulations to you sweetheart. Just don't don't do it like I did. My yo-yo dieting has caused me to gain more weight, damaged my metabolism and sinked my crappy self-esteem further in the toilet."
"Don't worry mom. I got a dietician."
"What's a dietician?"
"A dietician is a regulated Healthcare professional who specializes in the science of nutrition and diet."
"Maybe I should give a dietician a try."
Beep! Beep!
"Mom, I have to get off the phone and pulled the baked oats out of the oven."
"Alright sweetheart. Love you."
"Love you too."
After hanging the phone, I put on my oven mitts and removed the two trays of ramekins out of the oven. While they cool, I started to work on the other recipes.
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At five in the morning my alarm clock yanked me out of my sleep with a loud screech. I quickly turned it off and stared at my alarm clock.
Why did I set my alarm clock at five in the morning? I thought.
I looked to the side and spotted my workout clothes laid out on the chair.
"Now I remember why," I said.
I climbed out of bed, put on the outfit and walked into the living room. I rolled the bike in the center of the room and unfolded it. I climbed on and started pedaling. I'm not going to sugar coat it, I have zero stamina and only lasted ten minutes.
"I'm proud of myself. Ten minutes is still better than no exercise," I said to myself.
I drank a cup of flavored water and a protein shake and got ready for work.
I walked into the bank I worked at with a slight pep in my step. My day was already starting out well.
"Good morning," said Shayla.
"Good morning," I said.
I put my lunchbox in the employee break room and took my seat at one of the teller desk. Abby walked in with a matcha in her hand and a frown on her face.
"Why are you frowning?" asked Shayla.
"Do you remember that guy I told you I was excited to go on a date with?" asked Abby.
"Yes, how did it go?" replied Shayla.
"Terrible. Within five minutes of receiving our drinks, he started making perverted comments towards me," she replied.
"That's awful. Please tell me you didn't stay the whole dinner," said Shayla.
"I didn't. I made an excuse about going to the bathroom and left through the restaurant back door."
"Some men shouldn't be allowed to date."
At that moment, the bank door opened and a good looking man wearing a grey tank top and grey joggers walked in.
Shayla and Abby stopped talking and put on their best flirtatious smile.
"Good morning Mr. Jung," they said together.
"Good morning," he said brightly.
"What can we help you with this morning?" asked Abby.
He turned towards me and gave me a bright smile. "I want her to help me today."
They stared in disappointment as he walks over to me.
"What can I help you with sir?" I asked.
"I need to make a deposit in my business account Miss...-"
"Y/N," I said.
"Miss Y/N. That's a pretty name," he said.
"Th-Thank you. Last four digits of your social."
"4853."
I entered the information into the computer and three accounts show up under his name. I selected the one labeled business and asked how much he wanted to deposit.
"Eight hundred dollars."
I filled out the deposit slip, had him sign it, took the money from him, put it into his account and gave him the deposit slip.
"Do you dance?" he asked.
"No," I replied.
"Would you like to learn?"
"I would love to but I can't handle group classes."
"I do private lessons. Make an appointment on my website," he said, handing me his business card.
"Ok-Okay."
He waved at Abbey and Shayla and left. I put the card in my purse and returned my focus to other work related task. In the corner of my eye I see them whispering to each other and staring at me in disbelief.
"It's going to be a long work day," I mumbled to myself.
As soon as my apartment door closed behind me I fell to my knees in shock. I can't believe a good looking man said my name was pretty and encouraged me to take a private dance lesson. He probably was just being nice and trying to get more business but his attention still felt nice. I got up and go to my bedroom to get some sleep.
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"Welcome to Hope Studio and thank you for choosing me to be your instructor for your private beginner hip hop lesson. I'm Jung Hoseok."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Jung and I admit I'm nervous.
"Why? Learning to dance is fun and I'm not going to judge you for making mistakes."
"If you say so, Mr. Jung. I've seen some of your websites videos."
He laughed and gave me a heart shaped smile. "Those were intermediate and advanced students. I'm going to be a little more tough on them compared to newbies."
He turned on some music and started to dance. My mouth dropped open as I watched him dance. His movements were smooth and controlled. As soon as he was done dancing I clapped.
"Thank you," he said with a bow. "Now let's work on you learning the choreography."
He broke the choreography into steps and we didn't move on to the next step until I got the previous one. Just like he promised, he wasn't tough on me when I made mistakes. Instead he gave me gentle corrections. To my surprise, I picked up the choreography in thirty minutes.
"Now that you know the choreography and can dance it with me. I want to see you dance it by yourself before I let you go home," said Hoseok.
"O-O-Okay," I stuttered.
"Don't be nervous. You already know the routine. You just have to shine by yourself, " he said encouragely.
I took a deep breath and let it out to relieve me of my nerves. "I'm ready."
He started the music and I let flow through me. I sing the lyrics as I did the choreography. Mr Jung clapped after I did the choreography.
"Great job," he said with a proud smile.
"Thank you," I said happily.
Thanks to Mr. Jung being a good teacher, I signed up for three more lessons.
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"Have you been using our pre-recorded sessions to practice at home?" asked Hoseok.
"Yes, I have," I replied.
"Keep it up. Your confidence and dancing have improved greatly."
"Thank you! I don't know if you noticed but I have lost a little weight. Since our first meeting."
"I have but I was taught not to talk about someone's weight unless you're invited to."
"I wish a lot more people did that."
"Me too. Miss Y/L/N, I like you and want to take you out on a date."
My eyes widened in surprise. "R-R-Really?"
"Yes, if you're free tomorrow, we can go to a drive in movie."
"I love too."
"It's a date."
"A...Date."
An hour before the movie started we gave the box our tickets, Hoseok parked his car and we walked over to the concession stand.
"What can I get for you?"
"I want a root beer and a Hershey bar," I replied.
"Large popcorn, sprite, and two Reese cup," replied Hoseok.
The cashier placed the items on the counter and told Hoseok the price. He paid and we grabbed our snacks before heading back to his car.
"Thanks for bringing me here," I said.
"Thanks for agreeing to this date," he said.
"There's something I wanted to ask you."
"Ask away."
"Yesterday you paused before saying date and I noticed your eyes were slightly watery. Why?"
"Because this is my first date."
"With me?"
"No, my first date ever. I have never been in a relationship," I said matter of factly.
"I promise to make all your first special," he said.
The commercials started playing on the screen and we settled in.
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Hoseok was definitely a man of his word. On our third date at a botanical garden, he gave me my first kiss. During our seventh date at a local pottery painting class he asked me to be his girlfriend. We only been a couple for three months but I felt safe, loved, and secured.
I grabbed one of the small pillows on my bed and brought it to my chest.
"I know you're nervous sweetie but I'm going to make this experience as painless as possible," he said with a comforting smile.
"I feel awkward," I said, placing the pillow in its original spot.
"That's a normal feeling. You're about to lose your virginity."
"How should we start?"
"Just lay back and leave the rest to me."
I did as he said and he put a pillow on the floor to provide cushion for his knees. He grabbed the lube and sex toy off the night stand and put them on the pillow he was kneeling on. He gently opened my legs and put the vibration finger sleeve on his index finger. He put a little lube on it and turned it on. It was automatically set to level one, so the vibration and sound was low. He gently placed the toy against my vaginal lips and I flinched away in surprise.
He waited a couple seconds and tried again. This time I didn't flinch.
"I'm going to stick the toy in and if it gets to be too much let me know."
"Okay."
While holding eye contact, he slowly sticked the toy and his finger inside of me. At first I felt slight discomfort due to me having to accommodate both his finger and the toy but after a minute it went away.
""It's all the way in. How do you feel?"
"Fine. It feels like I'm being tickled from within."
"Good or bad tickle?"
"Good."
He slowly moved the toy in and out of me. The steady low vibration of the toy combined with the slow movements of his finger caused me to let out low moans. Hoseok smiled and rubbed my right thigh with his free hand. After five minutes of level one, he pulled his finger out and turned it up to two. The toy's sound became a bit more louder.
"I'm going to pick up my pace when it comes to my fingering. Tell me when it's too much."
He stuck it back in again and I almost crawled up the bed from the level two intensity. He placed a kiss on my mound and gently pulled me back in my original position. To make sure I don't try to crawl away again, he placed his right hand and forearm across my waist. He curved his finger in the come hither motion and started the faster speed he was talking about.
"Hoseok!" I yelled.
"His curved finger plus the intense sensation of the toy was causing an intense feeling to build in my lower belly.
"Are you about to come, baby?" he cooed.
"Yes," I whined.
"Then go ahead. Drench my finger with your pretty cum."
Hoseok's dirty talk was what finally pushed me over the edge. My whole entire body tensed up and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. While I was coming down from my first orgasm, Hoseok slipped on a condom and slathered it with lube. He climbed on the bed and waited for me to open my eyes.
"How are you feeling?"
"Boneless."
"Are you ready to try penetration?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to take it slow."
He placed the head of his cock at the center of my vagina and slowly pushed in. At first I didn't feel any pain but as soon as he pressed on my hymen I felt a stinging sensation. Hoseok kept gently pressing down on it until the htmen gave way.
"Your hymen is gone," he said.
Tears had formed in the corners of my eyes from bearing with the stinging pain. He kissed the corners of my eyes.
"I'm glad I chose you to give my virginity to."
"I'm honored you trust me to make your first time special."
He started thrusting in me with a gentle but steady pace. I let out a sigh of pleasure and enjoy the gentle love making. Within twenty minutes I felt that sensation building back up in my lower belly again.
"Hoseok," I moaned.
"I know baby. I'm right there with you," he groaned.
I only lasted five more minutes before I came. Hoseok cam two minutes after me. He gave me a peck and carefully pulled out. He gave me a bottle of juice and ibuprofen before disposing of the used condom.
"Best first time," I said happily.
He smiled and placed a kiss on the top of my head.
Keep Swimming
Pairing: Yoongi x Black reader
Warnings: assault against reader, nipple sucking, fingering, penetration
Summary: After years of taking care of her alcoholic mom, she decides to enjoy her birthday in peace. Who knew it would land her in the hospital.
The door of the Min family home opened and Yoongi pulls me into a tight hug.
"Good to see you too Yoongles," I said with a chuckle.
"It has been two weeks since I last seen and heard your voice birthday girl. Short text messages don't count," he scolded.
"I know Yoongi but you know why I work so much," I said.
"Yes, I do," he said, crossing his arms.
"Min Yoongi! It's Y/n's birthday. Today is not the day to remind her about the situation at home," scolded Mrs. Min.
He gave me an apologetic smile and allowed me inside. Before going inside I gave his shoulder a squeeze and a peck on the cheek. I didn't stay long enough to see his reaction because I felt shy for doing it.
"Happy birthday!" Mrs. Min gave me a warm hug.
"Thank you," I said.
Mr Min shook my hand per usual and Geumjae gave me a side hug.
Mrs. Min clapped her hands together to get everyone's attention. "It's time to eat Y/n's favorite meal to celebrate her birthday. Please go to the dining room."
Once we were in the dining room, we all sat down and fixed our burgers the way we wanted it.
I took a bite of my burger and savored the taste. "This burger taste really good but I think you added a different type of meat in it."
"I use a beef and pork blend," said Mrs. Min.
"The flavors are definitely stronger thanks to the pork," I said.
"I agree with her," said Yoongi.
He grabbed a ketchup covered fry from his plate and brought it to my mouth. I took a bite and he put the remainder of the fry in his mouth.
"Does this mean I'll become a grandmother?" asked Mrs. Min.
"Marry her first before you make us grandparents," said Mr. Min.
"Let them go on a few dates first before talk of marriage and kids. Speaking of dates, why don't you ask her out before the cake comes out," suggested Geumjae.
Yoongi turned towards me and took my hands within his. "Y/n, I liked you for four years ago when I confessed and I still like you today. Obviously something changed involving your feelings. Will you go on a date with me tomorrow?"
"Yes, Yoongles," I replied.
Everyone cheered and clapped. Yoongi and I looked at each other and chuckled. My phone suddenly ringed and everyone groaned.
"It's probably the situation," said Mr. Min matter of factly.
I pulled out my phone and turned it off when I see my mother's name flashing on the screen.
"Let's enjoy the rest of my birthday," I said, putting my phone away.
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I walked up the stairs to the apartment, I shared with my mom and stuck the key into the door. However, before I could turn the key the door flung opened and I felt a thud against the top of my head. I groaned in pain and fell on my budget.
"You should have answered," my mother slurred.
With the empty bottle still in her hand, she stumbled back into the apartment. I slowly crawled to my purse, pulled out my phone, and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"My drunk mother just hit me on top of the head with an empty bottle."
"Please give me the address of the location."
"278 Harper Street. Brimbleton, Tn. 38048."
After telling me the police and emts are on the way the dispatcher started asking me other questions. I answered the best I could but I felt the adrenaline wearing off. In its place, was a pounding headache and a wave of nausea.
"I feel sick." I turned away from the phone and vomited. Luckily, I heard the sound of both the police and ambulance sirens. Four pairs of feet come up the stairs and I was carefully put in a stair chair.
"Is your mother still in there?" the first police officer asked.
"Yes," I replied, rubbing my forehead.
"Does she still have the bottle she assaulted you with?" the other police officer asked.
"I don't know. She had it in her hand when she stumbled back in there," I replied.
The officers pulled out their guns and cautiously entered the apartment. The emts carefully maneuvered me down the stairs and into the ambulance.
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Five minutes after the police left, Yoongi speed walked into the room.
"Yoongles," I said weakly.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He sat at the edge of the bed and gave one of my hands a squeeze in comfort.
"My head hurts but other than that I'm okay."
"What's your diagnosis?"
"A mild concussion."
"How did this happen?"
"As I was sticking the key in the door my mother flung the door open and and hit me on top of the head with a bottle."
"Please tell you're going to press charges against her. This is different from her throwing insults or shoving you while drunk."
"I am. The police just left here five minutes ago with my statement."
"Will you be able to go home?"
"After a four hour observation."
"Good. Starting today, I'm not letting you go back to that apartment nor let her near you again."
"What about my lease?"
"I'll help you break it due to domestic violence."
"Thanks for coming Yoongles," I said with a tired sigh.
"You'll get through this. You're not alone," he said.
After passing the observation, filling out my discharge paperwork, receiving my doctor's note and taking medicine, we left the hospital.
When we arrived at Yoongi's apartment, he dimmed all the lights before he guided me to the guest room. He brought me a damp towel to remove my makeup and one of his old shirts to change into.
"I'm going to go collect everything that is yours tomorrow morning. Where is your keys?"
"In my purse, within the large zipper pocket."
He grabbed my keys, kissed the top of my head and left the room.
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Yoongi duct taped the fourth box and let out a sigh of relief. He put the roll of tape in his back pocket, picked up the first box and carried it to his truck bed. It was on his third trip down that he got stopped by the landlord.
"Do you have permission to be taking stuff out of there?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," Yoongi replied.
"Is Miss Y/L/N and Miss YM/L/N moving out?" he asked.
"I don't know about Miss YM/L/N but Miss Y/L/N is definitely moving out due to safety reasons," Yoongi replied.
"Well, tell Miss Y/L/N to bring me proof of police contact and a termination letter or she'll have to pay an early termination fee," he said.
"Yes, sir," said Yoongi.
After taking the last box down, he locked the door and headed to Walmart.
I was sitting on the couch relaxing when the door opened and Yoongi walked in, his arms loaded with grocery bags.
"I thought you were getting my stuff," I said.
He put the bags on the kitchen floor and turned around to face me.
"I did but I made a grocery runto buy food to help you heal from your concussion."
"You didn't have to do that for me. I'm grateful that you took me in and got my stuff."
"Y/n, I bought these groceries for you because I want to not because I have to. Your recovery is my priority. Have you eaten yet?"
"No, I wasn't sure what was safe to eat with my current condition."
"I'll make you some oatmeal and bring your stuff up."
"Thanks Yoongles."
He put away the food he didn't need and begin making the oatmeal. Within ten minutes he was done and I had a warm bowl of oatmeal placed in front of me. It was topped with crushed walnuts, blueberries and flaxseed.
"Looks good," I said.
I scooped some on my spoon, blew on it, and took a bite.
"How does it taste?" he asked.
"A warm hug from the inside."
Yoongi gave me a gummy smile and goes downstairs to get my stuff.
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I watched Mrs. Min add coconut water, frozen pineapple, frozen mango, spinach, ground turmeric, into the blender and blended it. Once it was fully mixed, she poured it into a cup and handed it to me.
I took a sip and said," it taste like a tropical party in my mouth. What type of smoothie is this?"
"It's called The Tropical Green Recovery Smoothie," said Mrs. Min.
"Sounds perfect. Can you please write the recipe down. I want to drink this as much as possible?" I asked.
"Of course," said Mrs. Min.
"How's it going with your mother's case?" asked Mr. Min.
"The prosecutor is charging her with aggravated assault and because she was drunk when she assaulted me it will be seen as a Class D felony," I replied.
"Good! She deserves it. She could have caused serious harm to you had that bottle been full," said Geumjae.
"I'm just glad soon she'll be officially out of my life," I said.
"I'm looking forward to that as well," Yoongi said.
I lean my head on his shoulder. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel fine now but my heart dropped to my feet when you told me you were in the hospital."
"Imagine how worried we were, when you told us what happened the day after the assault," said Mrs. Min.
"The last thing on my mind was calling you guys when she told me the bad news. I just wanted to get to her as soon as possible. Also, I don't think it would be good if we all were in her hospital room while she's experiencing the symptoms intensely," said Yoongi.
"You did the right thing son and I think you're the main person she wanted to see anyways," said Mr. Min.
"Too bad you two couldn't go on that date yesterday," said Geumjae.
"Yeah. It sucks," I said.
"If you're up for it we can have that date here this Saturday," he said.
"I would love that," I said.
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I walked into the living room and saw the cute set up Yoongi had created for us. He had dimmed the lights and strategically placed electric candles in the living room. With the help of the white lace tablecloth and chair covers, he gave his dining table and chairs a fancy refresh. Lastly, he had romantic R& B playing through his Bluetooth speaker.
I looked around and smiled. "Yoongi, this beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you," he said with a gummy smile.
"Thank you. I have been wanting to wear my LBD for a minute but the right occasion never came until now."
"I'm honored that our first date is the right occasion."
I sniffed the air. " what's for dinner? Something smells good. "
"Chicken and kale soup."
"I've never had it before but it smells like it would taste good. "
"Me neither but it was giving fancy chicken noodle soup vibes."
"I grew up on Campbell's chicken noodle soup. Let's see how this compares."
We walked over to the table and he pulled my seat out for me.
"Thank you."
"Your welcome."
Before sitting down himself, he poured coconut water into our cups and removed the lids that were covering our soups. I grabbed my spoon, scooped some soup, blew on it and put it in my mouth.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"It's refreshing and it taste better than Campbell's chicken noodle soup."
"I'm glad you approve. How has work been?"
"Good. I only worked part time this week and I wear special glasses when I have to look at the screen. How was work for you?"
"We had to turn a client away."
"Why?"
"He's known as Mr. Pain in the ass by several business associates of ours."
I laughed and nodded my head. "That's definitely a red flag for sure."
"How's your head feeling?"
"I'm feeling better. The concussion healing meals and that smoothie your mom gave me the recipe to made a big impact on my health."
"I'm glad to hear that. I remember the day after the assault you barely moved off the couch."
"I still wasn't feeling too great."
After finishing our soups, I washed the dishes, while he made dessert.
"It's done," he said.
He pushed a bowl with a spoon towards me. "This concoction is called Peanut Butter Nice Cream."
"You mean ice cream?"
"No, it's a healthy, brain healing ice cream alternative."
I put a spoonful of the nice cream in my mouth and immediately tasted the peanut and then the banana.
"Not bad but it doesn't beat the real deal."
"I agree but it will have to do until you're better."
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It has been a month and a half since the assault and I'm fully recovered. I applied lipgloss over my matte red lipstick and sprayed perfume on my pulse points. I walked out of the bathroom wearing a burgundy lace bra and boy shorts set.
"You didn't have to get all dolled up for me especially since I'm going to take it off soon," he said with a smirk.
"Packages look extra special with decorative wrapping on it."
I walked over to him, dropped to my knees, and glide my hands over his boxers. I feel his dick get harder every time time I lightly touched it.
"That's enough."
He pulled me up to eye level and kissed me. It was all tongue and smacking of lips. When we finally pulled away my lips were kissed swollen and wet.
"You look gorgeous like this," he said.
He picked me up and placed me on the bed. He placed two kisses on each of my shoulders before sliding the straps down. Then he unhooked it and removed it.
He lifted each breast and licked the nipple. "That bra was beautiful but I like your bare tits better."
"Thanks Yoongles."
He playfully nipped my left breast before sucking the nipple into his mouth. Each flick of his tongue made me moan. Once he was done with that breast, he gave the other one the same treatment. After he had his fill of my breasts, he dropped to his knees and removed my panty. He smirked when he saw the wet spot on the crotch area.
"Now that I know your breasts are one of your erogenous zones I'll play with them often."
He sucked sucked on two fingers and carefully inserted them inside of me.
"How does this feel? Any pain or discomfort?"
"It feels fine. No pain or discomfort."
Knowing that I was okay, he started moving his fingers while rubbing my clit with his thumb.
"Yoongi," I moaned.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes!"
After a few minutes of fingering me, he pulled his fingers out and put a condom on. "Scoot to the top of the bed."
As soon as I got to the top of the bed he slid a pillow under my butt and inserted himself inside of me.
"Fuck! Your pussy got my dick in a chokehold." He immediately started thrusting inside of me.
"Yoon...gi," I moaned.
Every thrust would either get a moan or groan out of me. What surprise me the most was that he found my g spot on the first thrust and made sure to hit it every time.
"How...How are you doing that?"
"Doing what?"
"Hit my g spot every time. "
"I did some research on positions that allow me to hit it. Is it too much?"
No, feels good."
He chuckled and kissed my lips. He picked up his pace and started pinching my nipples. I let out a curse and Yoongi groaned as we orgasm together. He placed a peck on my lips and climbed off. He tossed the condom away and gets a warm towel from the bathroom. He gently wiped me clean before leaving the room. Five minutes later, he comes back in with a single serve bottle of milk in one hand and a Hershey almond bar in the other.
"I threw this in the freezer before we went into the bedroom," he said.
"You always think of me. "
"Of course your my precious girlfriend. "
Somebody like You
Pairing: Seokjin x black reader
Warnings: oral to female and penetration
Summary: Tired of the distractions of cellphones and work, Seokjin suggest taking a break from it all.
"We need a break."
I looked up from my phone and stared at him curiously. "A break from what?"
"First of all, our cellphones. Secondly, the hustle and bustle," he replied, eyeing my hands.
I looked at my phone, gave him a sheepish smile and put my phone face down.
"What did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking a weekend getaway."
"That sounds like a good idea! A weekend getaway with my handsome Jinnie!" I said cheerfully.
His ears turned pink and he gave me a big grin. He got up and goes into the bedroom. Ten minutes later, he comes out with his Chromebook and our wall calendar.
"Let's choose a Friday to take off from work and choose two activities to do on those two days."
"Which day do you want to plan?"
"Friday."
"Then I'll do Saturday."
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At exactly seven in the morning, my tableside alarm clock disrupts our sleep. I turned it off and yawned.
"Good morning, babe. Time to get up and get ready for the activity you planned at eleven," I said.
He rolled left, then right, left again and right again. He blinked his eyes several times before climbing out of the bed. He pointed to the both of us and then the bathroom. We grabbed our toothbrush, squirted toothpaste on them and started brushing our teeth. While I brushed my teeth I hummed a little tune and thought about the activities Seokjin had planned for us. I have never been to a farm to table restaurant before. According to Google search, it was a restaurant that got all of its ingredients from local farmers. That meant fresher and higher quality food. After we were done brushing our teeth, we used mouthwash and gave each other a smooch.
"Are you ready for a fun day?" he asked.
"Of course! I always look forward spending time with my Jinnie!" I said.
He placed a kiss on the top of my head and followed me into the bedroom to get dress. First, I slipped on my peach milkmaid dress and black kitten heel shoes. Second, I applied mascara to my eyes and peach lipstick to my lips. Lastly, I styled my hair into afro puff.
"How do I look?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips.
"Absolutely pretty! Your wardrobe is art itself," he replied.
I giggled and gave him a hug.
"You smell good," I said, sniffing his chest.
"It's a new cologne I'm trying," he said.
"I like it."
"I'll wear it more often. Let's eat something light before we head out."
"How far is the hotel from here?"
"Two hours but they don't allow check in unil three in the afternoon. The restaurant we're going to is two hours and thirty minutes from here."
"That's far. I see why you said we should eat something light."
Seokjin grabbed a packet of saltine crackers from the pantry and the remaining tuna salad from the fridge.
"Let's enjoy this with crackers instead of slices of bread," he suggested, placing the food on the table.
"Sound like a plan to me."
I opened the packet, pulled out a cracker, and scooped up the salad and put it in my mouth.
"Mmm. The saltine really brings out the flavor of the tuna salad."
Seokjin scooped up some salad with a cracker, put it in his mouth and after chewing for a second he gave it a thumbs up.
"I'm eating my tuna salad like this for now on," he said enthusiastically.
"I'll alternate between bread and cracker," I said.
After finishing off the tuna salad, we hopped in the car and drived to the restaurant called Yumeras. I thought the name was cute and the story behind the name was sweet.
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"We're here finally!" said Seokjin, climbing out of the car.
"I'm somewhat stiff," I said, rolling my shoulders back.
I gave each of my legs a shake before taking his hand in mines and following him inside. The inside of the restaurant gave a elegant but fun energy. The color schemes mint green and gold.
"This place is definitely up my alley, " I said, giving him two thumbs up.
"That's why I picked it. I still remember when your showed up to our first date in that in that green floral dress," he said.
"You said green suits me," I said happily .
"Welcome to Yumeras! How many?" asked hostess.
"Just two," replied Seokjin.
We were taken to a table against the wall that already had the menus on it. A minute later a waitress walked up to our table.
"What would you like to drink?" she asked.
"Coke," replied Seokjin.
"Root Beer," I replied.
"Are you ready to order or do you need a few minutes?" she asked.
"A few minutes," I replied.
"I'll make your drink orders and I'll be back," she said.
After looking at the menu for a bit, I decided to go outside my comfort zone and choose the greek lamb burger with a side of seasoned fries. Seokjin chose a ribeye with a side of garlic mashed potatoes. The waitress came back with our drinks and placed them in front of us.
"Ready?" She asked.
"I'll have the greek lamb burger with a side of seasoned fries," I replied.
"How would you like your burger cooked?" she asked.
"Medium well," I replied.
"I'll have the ribeye with garlic mashed potatoes," he replied.
"How would you like your steak cooked?" she asked.
"Medium well," he replied.
"I'll go put your orders in."
"You're feeling adventurous," he said.
"Yes, since we're on a weekend getaway why not try something different," I said.
"If you don't like it, don't feel pressured to continue eating it. We'll order something you do like."
"Okay."
Thirty minutes later our food arrived. The burger looked and smelled good but what was important was the taste. I took a small bite and chewed. A look of surprised appeared on my face.
"How does it taste?" he asked with concern.
"It's delicious. The burger is really juicy and the greek inspired seasoning works well with strong lamb flavor."
"That's good. If we ever get the chance I'll bring you here again."
"Thanks Jinnie."
After finishing our meals, we climbed back in the car to make the thirty minute drive to our hotel.
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"Welcome to Archer Hotel. How may I help you today?" asked the desk clerk.
"We are checking in," replied Seokjin.
"Please give me the first and last name you rented the room under," she said.
"Kim Seokjin," he said.
The clerk typed his name in and asked," King size bed with two occupants?"
"That's correct," he replied.
She pulled two keys out with the number twenty on it and handed them to him.
"Enjoy your stay," she said.
"Thank you," he said.
He handed me one of the keys, grabbed our duffel bags and motioned for me to follow him to our room.
Seokjin opened the door of our room with the key and I let out a tired sigh. He chuckled as he watched me fall onto the bed face first.
"Just let me stay like this for an hour," I said, spreading my limbs out across the bed.
"Are you feeling tired after your meal?" he asked, rubbing my back.
"A little bit and you rubbing my back is not helping," I replied.
He looked over at the clock on the nightstand. "We got some time before the wine tasting. Take a thirty minute cat nap and we'll head out to the event after I wake you up," he suggested.
"Okay," I said sleepily.
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"Welcome to Emilia's Winery. I'm Sam and I'll be your guide through the wine tasting. Before I grab a bottle of wine, do either of you have a sweet tooth?"
"She does," Seokjin replied, pointing to me.
"Then I'll start with a dessert wine," he said.
He grabbed a ruby red bottle from off the wall, two wine glasses from a shelf and placed them on the counter.
"Dessert wines are sweet. They are either served with or as the dessert. This dessert wine is called Sweet Marsala and it's a fortified wine from Sicily, Italy. It comes in the color amber, gold, and ruby. It all depends on the grapes and production method. This bottle is red due to it being made entirely from red wine grapes."
He poured a small amount in each glass before serving. We lightly clanked our glasses together and took a sip.
"This is delicious. I admit I'm not a wine person. The wine drinker is my husband, Jinnie. However, something sweet like this I wouldn't mind every now and then," I said.
"This is definitely sweet but it has a bite to it that makes your lips pucker. If I'm correct only dark fruits will provide a sour bite to alcohol and desserts," said Seokjin.
"You're correct about the dark fruit sir. It's primary notes are black cherry, black berry, plum and other berries. Since you said that you're a not a wine fan ma'am would you be fine if I pull a red and white wine that is a beginner friendly wine?"
"Of course. Maybe you'll make a wine fan like Jinnie here," I replied.
"That would be interesting if you did," said Seokjin.
"This white wine is called Pinot Grigio," said Sam, pulling it from a wine fridge.
An hour later, our wine tasting came to a closed and I was feeling a bit of a buzz. Outside of the winery, Seokjin held my hand and called a cab.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"I'm feeling really good! I want to go climbed I want to go sit in a corner and listen to some R&B," I replied.
"You're definitely buzz," he said with a chuckle.
"I can't help that I don't like alcohol and feel the effects of it quicker," I said with a pout.
"There's nothing wrong with that. Just don't drink alcohol by yourself," he warned.
"Not unless you're there Jinnie."
Our cab shows up and we climbed in. He tells our driver the hotel's address and the driver takes off.
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The estheticians grabbed a sponge from a bowl of warm water, squeezed it and gently rubbed it all over our faces. Next, they massaged an oil based cleansing balm onto our faces for sixty seconds before rinsing it off. After that, they repeated the process again with a water based cleanser that fit our skin typed. Now that our skin was prepped, the estheticians applied a face scrub and massaged it into our skin in circular motion. Following the face scrub, they started massaging grapeseed oil into our face, neck and shoulders.
"I'm glad I chose a Couple's facial for our date," I said.
"Great choice," he mumbled.
"Why do you sound like you're about to fall asleep?" I asked.
"Because I am," he replied.
"You need to be awake and alert for the surprise after this," I said mischievously.
"What surprise after this?" he asked curiously.
"You'll see," I replied.
When we arrived back at our room after the facial I told Seokjin to put some sexy music on and went into the bathroom.
"Babe, what are you doing in there?" he asked.
Fifteen minutes has passed since I went into the bathroom and strutted into the room. His mouth dropped open and he started clapping.
"Telling by your reaction, you like what you see," I said with a smirk.
My body was covered in body oil and covering my private parts was a emerald green bra and panty set.
"I love it," he said.
He pointed to me and then pointed to his lap. I chuckled but did as he nonverbal asked. Once I was on his lap, he wrapped his arm around me and gave me a passionate smooch. When we finally parted from each other, he stood up with me still in his arms and gently placed me on his spot on the bed. He got down on his knees and started kissing a line across my thighs.
"Do you know what I love about your thighs?"
"No."
"They're thick and strong."
He removed my panty and licked his lips when he saw my wet, puffy nether lips.
"Jal meokkesseumnida!"
He gave my core a long lick and smacked his lips as if he's savoring a rare delicacy. No matter how many times he has given me oral he always made me shy when he savored my taste on his tongue. He gave me a wink before diving into my pussy. He alternated between licking and tongue fucking me while rubbing his nose against my clit. Each lick and nose rub made my moans get louder and louder until I came hard. While I tried to calm down from my orgasm he put on a condom and slid into me. Since I just had an orgasm there was no resistance but I did flinch slightly from sensitivity.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, just a little sensitive from that orgasm," I replied.
"Tell me when you're ready."
After letting another minute, passed I gave him the go ahead. He put my left leg over his left shoulder and started thrusting in me at a slow but steady pace. Seokjin has never been a get to the finished line type of guy. He preferred to take his time and Enjoy the journey.
"Did I ever tell you that your pussy is amazing and I love how it squeezed my cock?" he asked.
"Every...time...we...have...sex," I managed to get out between moans.
"You'll have to deal with me saying that for the rest of your life," he groaned, squeezing my ass.
Due to his thrusting technique and my previous orgasm, I felt my second orgasm coming faster than the last one. He groaned and leaned a little more over me so he could thrust deeper and faster.
"Jinnie!" I yelled.
My second orgasm hit me just as hard as the first orgasm. Seokjin continue to thrust in me as I was in the throes of pleasure until he finally came himself with a tired grunt, he rolled over to my right.
I gave him a satisfied smile. "Best weekend getaway ever!"
"I'm glad babe. I'm going to remove this condom and crash."
I giggled and crawled under the blankets myself.
The Music Between Us
Pairing: Producer!Yoongi x University_Student!Reader Genre: Meet-Cute, Slice of life, Romance, Smut, Fluff, Strangers-to-Lovers, Age Gap AU (6 years) Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI Warnings: Explicit sexual content [lots of kissing, make out (rooftop bar, University hidden spot), glimpses of intimacy at his apartment (first time + mirror sex), studio sex, oral (f receiving), pussy eating (tongue technology đ), teasing and fingering, multiple orgasms, riding his thigh, riding him, protected sex], ovulation-driven horniness, filthy-dirty talk, smoking-alcohol mentions Word Count: ~12k Summary: After a terrible day at university in a new city, you meet a quiet, mysterious man smoking on a rooftop bar. What starts as a comforting conversation slowly turns into something deeper. You never expected the calm, thoughtful man who helps you with your music theory research paper would turn out to be the famous producer Suga (not idol) that everyone talks about. P.S.: First time created moodboard... kinda nervous đ đ€ [MASTERLIST]
You pushed open the heavy rooftop door and stepped into the cool evening air. It had only been three weeks since you moved to Seoul, but every day still felt like a whirlwind... too noisy, too busy, too fast for you to keep up with.
The brutal critique from Professor Kim today was your final straw.
âSurface level,â heâd said in front of everyone, tapping your paper with two fingers like it personally offended him. âYouâre describing the notes, but whereâs the soul behind the artistry? This is music, not a textbook summary.â
Your cheeks still burned at the memory.
The rooftop was quieter than the streets below, the hum of traffic distant. You walked to the far corner railing, gripping the cool metal, and breathed in the night air... cool, laced with cigarette smoke, champagne and distant rain.
A few meters away, a man leaned against the railing, alone.
Black hoodie, dark hair falling slightly over his eyes, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. He looked relaxed, like the chaos of the city didnât dare touch him.
You didnât recognize him.
Just another stranger in a city full of them.
You closed your eyes and let the breeze hit your face, trying to push the day away.
âRough night?â His voice was low, slightly raspy.
You opened your eyes.
He was watching you now, cigarette paused halfway to his lips.
âYeah,â you admitted, managing a tired smile. âMore like a rough three weeks. Iâm new here. Universityâs kicking my ass.â
He gave a small nod, like he understood more than you expected. âNew city hits different. Everything feels too sharp at first. Been there.â He took a slow drag, then exhaled smoke away from you. âYou look like you came up here to escape, not drink.â
You let out a soft laugh. âYeah... I just needed air that doesnât smell like cheap instant ramen and stress sweat. My dormâs basically a shoebox.â
He smirked faintly, turning more toward you. âI get that. Myself Yoongi.â
âIâm Y/n,â you said, offering your hand.
His grip was warm, steady, calloused fingertips brushing yours a second longer than necessary.
âNice to meet you, Y/n.â His eyes... sharp but strangely soft, lingered on your face. âSo whatâs got a new-in-town university student looking like the world ended?â
You hesitated, then shrugged. âI am doing my Masters in Music Theory. Today my music analysis professor tore my paper apart in front of the whole class.â
âHe said it was too surface level. I spent days working on itâtalking about song structures, rhythms, and how some artists use music to express their inner feelings. But he said I only scratched the surface. That I didnât really understand the feeling behind the art.â
Yoongiâs eyebrows rose slightly. He flicked ash over the railing. âMusic class, huh? What exactly were you writing about?â
You leaned your elbows on the railing beside him, the words spilling out easier than they should with a stranger. âI picked a few underground producers and how they use simple, soft sounds to express feeling alone even when theyâre surrounded by millions of people in the city... I thought it was decent. Guess not.â
He was quiet for a moment, studying you. âMost people write about the big names. You went underground. Thatâs already more interesting than half the shit professors read.â
You glanced at him, surprised. âYou know about music?â
A soft, almost amused huff escaped him. âA little.â
Something about the way he said it, made you smile genuinely for the first time all day. âOkay, Mr. âA Little.â Whatâs your take then? Because Iâm clearly missing the soul or whatever.â
Yoongi turned fully toward you now, resting his back against the railing. The city lights painted faint shadows across his face.
âMusic isnât just about the notes or the beat. Itâs about the empty spaces between the sounds. Sometimes leaving silence says more than adding more noise. A lot of producers just follow whatâs trending. But the really good ones put their real feelings into the track. They make you feel something even when no one is singing.â
You stared at him, caught off guard by the quiet intensity in his voice. âThatâs⊠actually really good. My professor said something similar but made it sound like I was too stupid to get it.â
âMaybe heâs just a bad teacher,â Yoongi said with a small smirk. âOr maybe you were nervous writing it. Happens when youâre drowning in a new city.â
You laughed softly, shaking your head. âGod, yes. Everythingâs overwhelming. The buses make no sense, my roommateâs never in the dorm except sleep time, and I miss my momâs cooking so bad I almost cried over convenience store kimbap yesterday.â
He chuckledâa low, warm sound that settled in your chest. âKimbap hits different when youâre homesick. Whatâs your favourite dish?â
The conversation flowed so easily it surprised you.
You told him about home, about the pressure of being the first in your family to study abroad, about how music had always been your comfort but now even that felt academic and cold.
Yoongi listened without interrupting, occasionally nodding or adding quiet insights that made you feel seen.
At one point he lit another cigarette, offering you one.
You declined.
âYou donât smoke?â he asked.
âNot really. I came up here to clear my lungs, not fill them.â
âFair.â He paused, eyes tracing your face more openly now. âYouâve got this look⊠like youâre carrying the whole damn city on your shoulders already. Itâs only been three weeks.â
Your voice softened. âFeels like three months. I donât know anyone here. I just⊠keep messing up.â
âYouâre not messing up,â he said, quieter. His gaze dropped to your lips for a split second before returning to your eyes. âYouâre figuring things out... and adjusting. That takes guts.â
The air between you shifted.
The casual conversation suddenly felt heavier, warmer. You became aware of how close you were standingâbarely a foot apart now.
The way his hoodie sleeves were pushed up, revealing pale wrists and delicate veins. The subtle scent of his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke.
âSoâŠâ you said, trying to keep your voice steady, âwhat do you do, Yoongi? Since you seem to know a lot about music.â
He smiled... small, almost secretive. âI make it. Produce, mostly.â
âOh? Thatâs cool. Are you any good?â you teased, not catching the weight behind his words.
His eyes darkened with amusement. âSome people think so.â
The charged tension thickened. He stepped a little closer, voice dropping lower. âYou really donât know who I am, do you?â
You shook your head, heart picking up speed. âShould I?â
âNo,â he said, almost relieved. âItâs⊠refreshing. Most people who know me, come at me with expectations.â
The way he looked at you now wasnât casual anymore. It was slow, deliberate. Like he was seeing you... really seeing you. Your tired eyes, the way your hair moved in the breeze, the nervous way you bit your lip.
âYouâre dangerous,â he murmured.
You blinked. âMe?â
âYeah... You.â He reached up, almost absentmindedly brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered near your jaw. âTalking like this. Looking like that. Making me forget things like I came up here to be alone.â
Your breath caught. The city noise faded further into the background. âAnd what else are you forgetting right now?â
âThat I usually donât do this.â His thumb grazed your cheek, feather-light. âDonât talk this long. Donât want to keep talking.â
Heat pooled low in your stomach. âThen what do you want to do?â
Yoongiâs eyes flicked to your mouth again, darker now. His voice was barely above a whisper, rough around the edges. âI want to know what you sound like when youâre not stressed. When youâre not thinking about papers or buses or homesickness.â
The air felt electric.
You could smell the faint tobacco on his breath, feel the warmth radiating from his body.
âIâm not usually this forward,â you breathed, even as you leaned slightly into his touch.
âNeither am I.â His lips curved into a half-smirk. âBut something about you up here, looking like you need someone to pull you out of that head of yours⊠itâs doing things to me.â
You swallowed. âYoongiâŠâ
âTell me to back off and I will,â he said seriously, though his fingers stayed near your face. âBut if you donât⊠Iâd really like to kiss you right now and see if the rest of the night can get better than this conversation.â
The rooftop, the city, the terrible dayâall of it narrowed down to the charged space between you two. Your heart hammered as you looked up at him, the mysterious producer who somehow understood exactly what youâd been feeling.
Your voice came out shaky but certain. âThen stop talking and do it.â
He exhaled sharply.
His hand slid properly to your jaw as he leaned in, slow enough for you to change your mind, close enough that you felt his breath mingle with yours.
The first brush of his lips was soft... testing.
Then deeper, hungrier, as you responded. The cigarette scent mixed with something distinctly him, and the kiss tasted like possibility in the middle of your chaotic new life.
When he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing uneven, he whispered, âStay a while longer. Iâm not ready to let you disappear back into that city yet.â
Then he kissed you again. The kiss deepened instantly.
Yoongiâs hand cupped your jaw more firmly as he tilted his head, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip. You parted for him with a soft sigh, and he took the invitation greedily.
The kiss turned wet, hungryâtongues meeting, tasting, exploring. A low sound rumbled in his chest as he stepped forward, backing you up without breaking the kiss.
Your back met the cool concrete wall in the shadowed corner of the rooftop, tucked behind a tall wooden partition where the string lights barely reached. It was dark enough that no one from the main seating area could see you clearly.
âFuck,â he breathed against your lips, voice rougher now. âYou taste even better than I thought.â
Before you could answer, his mouth was on yours againâdeeper, messier. Wet kisses, lips sliding, tongues tangling. He pressed his body against yours, one thigh slipping between your legs. You gasped into his mouth as his hand slid down your side, gripping your waist.
âYoongiâŠâ you whispered breathlessly when he pulled back just enough to kiss along your jaw.
âTell me if itâs too much,â he murmured, lips brushing your ear.
âDonât stop,â you managed, fingers threading into his dark hair.
His mouth claimed yours again.
This time the kiss was filthy... wet sounds filling the small space between you as he sucked on your tongue, then your bottom lip. His hands grew bolder. One stayed at your waist while the other slowly travelled down, slipping under the hem of your skirt.
You shivered as his fingers traced the back of your thigh, moving higher. He teased the edge of your panties, fingertips brushing the lace lightly, making your breath hitch.
âSoft,â he whispered against your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses there. âYouâre so fucking soft.â
His fingers continued teasing, stroking along the fabric, pressing just enough to make you squirm against him. You grabbed a fistful of his hoodie, steadying yourself as he leaned in and kissed you again.
His tongue curled against yours while his fingers slipped under the edge of your panties, tracing your skin without going further.
âShit, youâre getting wet already,â he murmured against your mouth, voice low and dark. âJust from kissing?â
You shivered, cheeks burning. âItâs⊠been a long day. And youâre really good at this.â
He chuckled softly. His fingers kept teasing, pressing the thumb against your clit, rubbing in lazy circles that made your knees weak.
âYoongiâahâŠâ you moaned quietly into his mouth.
He groaned, pressing his hips into you. âSay my name like that again.â
You were just about to when...
Your phone vibrated aggressively in your skirt pocket, cutting through the haze. You pulled back, breathing hard, lips swollen and shiny.
âShit... shit,â you cursed under your breath, fumbling for your phone. The screen showed âRoommate â Minaâ flashing.
You answered, still pinned against the wall with Yoongiâs hand still under your skirt.
âH-Hello?â
âYah! Where are you?!â Minaâs voice came through, half worried, half scolding. âItâs almost 11:30. The dorm main gate closes in like 35 minutes. Youâre always back before me. I thought something happened!â
You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing.
Yoongi watched you with dark, amused eyes.
âIâm sorry, Iâm out. Iâll be back soon. I just⊠lost track of time.â
âLost track of time? You? Miss Always-Early? Who are you and what did you do tto my roommate?â Mina teased. âJust hurry, okay? Warden is extra strict this week. You know sheâll make a huge scene if youâre late.â
âYeah, I know. Iâm leaving now. Thanks for calling.â
You hung up and let out a heavy sigh, leaning your head back against the wall. âFuck.â
Yoongi slowly pulled his hand from under your skirt, straightening your clothes for you with surprisingly gentle fingers. He took a small step back, giving you space, though his eyes were still dark with want.
âCurfew, huh?â He smirked softly. âDidnât know I was making out with a responsible university student.â
You laughed breathlessly, fixing your hair. âVery responsible, clearly. Iâm so sorry. I have to go. My roommate just reminded me the dorm gate locks soon. If Iâm late, the warden will make a huge drama and probably call my parents. I usually get back before her, so she got worried.â
He nodded. âAlright. Donât get in trouble because of me.â
You quickly fixed your skirt, cheeks flushed. âIâm really sorry. This was⊠I didnât expect tonight to go like this at all.â
âNeither did I,â he said, voice low. A small smirk played on his lips. âBut Iâm not complaining.â
Before you turned to leave, you hesitated. âWaitâcan I have your number? You know⊠in case I need advice on my research paper. About the whole âsoul in musicâ thing my professor said I missed.â
Yoongiâs lips curved into a small, genuine smile. He took your phone from your hand, typed in his number, and saved it under âYoongi (Rooftop Producer)â.
âHere. Text me anytime. Even if itâs not about music.â
He took your hand, pulled you closer gently, and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. âGoodnight, Y/n . Get dorm safe.â
âGoodnight,â you whispered, heart still racing.
You started walking toward the exit, legs a little unsteady. But after a few steps, you stopped. Something pulled you back. You turned around and walked quickly to him again.
Yoongi looked confused, tilting his head. âForget something?â
You didnât answer with words.
You rose on your tiptoes, and pressed a sweet, quick kiss to his cheek.
âGoodbye, Yoongi,â you said softly against his skin, then pulled back with a shy smile.
You turned and practically ran toward the stairs, skirt fluttering, heart pounding.
Behind you, Yoongi stood frozen, one hand touching the spot on his cheek youâd just kissed. His ears were bright red, a faint blush spreading across his usually composed face.
He let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh and muttered to himself, ââŠThe hell was that? Cute little tease.â
For the first time in a long time, Min Yoongi didnât know what to do with himself.
A few days later...
In a dimly lit studio at his apartment, Yoongi sat hunched over his mixing desk, headphones around his neck. The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminated his face. He was tweaking a beat when his phone buzzed.
He glanced at the screen.
A new message from an unsaved number.
You: Hey Yoongi, itâs Y/n from the rooftop the other night. Sorry for texting so randomly. I was working on my research paper again and remembered what you said about âsoul in the silence.â Do you have any quick thoughts on how producers create emotional depth with minimalism? I donât want to bother you though.
A small smile tugged at Yoongiâs lips.
Yoongi: I was waiting for you to text.
He watched the typing bubble appear and disappear before your reply came.
You: Really? I wasnât sure if youâd remember me. Yoongi: Hard to forget someone who kissed my cheek and ran away like that. So⊠is it just about the paper? Or can we chat regardless? You: We can chat regardless. Iâd like that.
Over the next few weeks, the chats flowed easily, turning into something that brightened both your days.
Most evenings, after your classes and his studio sessions, the conversation would start with your paper but quickly drift into everything else.
You told him about your struggles adjusting to Seoul, the chaotic university days, and how much you liked the Suga tracks your professor played in lectures.
You: Today my professor played another Suga track in class as an example of emotional minimalism. The way the piano feels so lonely but powerful at the same time⊠I donât know how he does it. Iâm still so new to the Korean music scene. I only know a few names my professor mentions. Yoongi: Suga, huh? You like his stuff? You: Yeah! The professor says heâs a genius at producing. He doesnât always show up in public, right? Always low-profile. Just focuses on the music. I respect that a lot. Makes the art feel more pure. Yoongi: âŠYeah. Heâs pretty private. Glad you like it though. You: Iâm still learning everything. Being new in Seoul is exhausting lol. Today I got lost again trying to find the right subway line. Ended up in the completely wrong area and had to take a taxi back. I miss home so much sometimes. Yoongi: I remember those days. I was the same when I first moved here. Youâll get used to it. Want me to send you a list of good places to eat near your university? Real food, not just convenience store kimbap. You: Youâd do that? That would be amazing. Iâm surviving on instant ramen too much. Yoongi: Consider it done. Also⊠howâs the paper going? Still surface level? You: Getting better thanks to you. You explain things in a way my professor never could. Youâre really good at this. Yoongi: Iâve been doing it for a while. Happy to help.
Another night, late:
You: Itâs 1 AM and Iâm still editing this section. I feel like crying. Why is university so hard? Yoongi: Hey, breathe. Send me the paragraph if you want. Iâll read it. You: You sure? Youâre probably busy. Yoongi: Iâm in the studio but Iâve got time for you. Send it.
You sent the text.
Ten minutes later he replied with thoughtful feedback... gentle but honest, pointing out where the emotion was missing and how to bring it out.
Yoongi: Youâre not surface level. You just need to trust your own feelings more when you write. Music is personal. Write like youâre telling me about it on the rooftop that night. You: How are you so sweet? I barely know you but talking to you makes everything feel lighter. Yoongi: You make it easy to be sweet. Youâre genuine. Thatâs rare.
The conversations grew longer and more frequent.
Good morning texts. Late night voice notes from him humming a melody he was working on. You sending him pictures of your messy desk or the rainy view from your dorm window. He would reply with short voice messages in his low, raspy voice that always made your heart flutter.
Then one evening, after almost five weeks of constant texting:
Yoongi: You free this weekend? You: Yeah. Most Probably. Yoongi: Come over to my place. Iâll help you with the paper properly. Better than texting back and forth. I have a proper studio setup here. We can listen to tracks and break them down together. No pressure.
You stared at the message, biting your lip. Your heart raced.
You: Your apartment? Is that okay? Yoongi: Yeah. Itâs quiet here. No one will bother us. We can order food, work on your paper, and just⊠talk like we do. Iâd like to see you again. You: Iâd like that too. Really. Itâs just I keep thinking if I am bothering you more than I should. Yoongi: Donât be... So, Saturday morning? 10 AM? Iâll send you the address. We can work while the sunâs still gentle, and Iâll make sure you get to your dorm with plenty of time before curfew. You: 10 AM sounds perfect actually. Thank you for offering this. Youâve been such a big help already. Yoongi: Iâve been looking forward to seeing you. Donât worry about anything. Just bring your laptop and that pretty smile from the rooftop. You: Youâre going to make me blush through the phone⊠See you on Saturday!! Yoongi: Canât wait, Y/n.
He set his phone down, leaning back in his chair with a soft, genuine smile and something warm and fluttery in his chest that he hadnât felt in a long time.
In your dorm, you hugged your pillow, grinning at the screen, already thinking about what to wear and feeling both nervous and excited for the weekend.
The connection that started with a charged kiss on a dark rooftop was slowly blooming into something sweet, comforting, and full of quiet affection.
Saturday morning, your eyes fluttered open at 6:15 AM... way earlier than your usual weekend schedule. Sunlight filtered softly through the thin dorm curtains, and for a moment you just lay there, heart already beating a little faster than normal.
Today was the day.
You were going to Yoongiâs apartment.
You sat up, rubbing your face, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling in your stomach. After brushing your teeth and taking shower, you stood in front of the small closet you shared with Mina, staring at your clothes.
âThis is ridiculous,â you muttered to yourself, pulling out a simple cream sweater and black jeans. You tried it on, turned left and right in front of the mirror, then frowned.
âToo casual⊠I look like Iâm going to the library.â
Second outfit â a soft lavender blouse with a light cardigan and a skirt. You checked the mirror again, tilting your head.
âCute⊠but maybe too soft? I donât want to look like Iâm trying too hard.â
Third outfit. Fourth. By the fifth change, you were standing in a fitted white t-shirt tucked into high-waisted jeans, with a soft oversized beige cardigan slipping off one shoulder.
You turned slowly, checking every angle.
Mina, who had been pretending to sleep, finally groaned and sat up in her bed, hair messy, squinting at you with one eye open.
âYahhh⊠what is going on?â she asked, voice still raspy from sleep. âItâs not even 8 AM on a Saturday. Are you sick? Did the world end?â
You froze mid-twirl, cheeks already warming. âIâm⊠just getting ready.â
Mina raised an eyebrow, fully awake now.
She propped herself up on her elbows, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. âGetting ready? For what? You never wake up before 11 on weekends. Usually I have to drag you out of bed like a corpse. So who is he?â
You avoided her eyes in the mirror and smoothed down your cardigan again. âNo one. I mean⊠itâs just a study thing.â
âStudy thing?â Mina laughed, sitting up fully now and hugging her knees. âWith the mysterious rooftop guy? The one who made you come back to the dorm with swollen lips and red cheeks that night? Donât lie to me, Y/n.â
You turned around, biting your lip. âOkay⊠fine. Yes. Iâm going to his place this morning. He offered to help me with my music research paper. He knows a lot about music.â
Minaâs eyes sparkled with delight.
âOoooh~ So the mysterious rooftop guy enters again! You only gave me crumbs that night, you know. You came in all flushed and breathless, and when I kept asking, you just mumbled something about âa really good make out with a stranger on the rooftop.â Iâve been dying for details ever since!â
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. âMinaaa, stop. It wasnât just that⊠We talked a lot too. Heâs really nice. And smart. The way he talks about music⊠itâs different from my professor. He actually gets it.â
Mina wiggled her eyebrows. âAnd heâs hot, right? Because your face right now is telling me heâs more than just ânice.â Youâve changed outfits like five times already. I counted.â
âFour⊠maybe five,â you admitted with a shy laugh, glancing back at the mirror. âI donât know what to wear. I want to look cute but not like Iâm trying too hard. What do you think of this one?â
You did a small spin.
Mina tilted her head, studying you.
âHmm⊠Itâs good. The cardigan makes you look soft and approachable. But maybe add that little silver necklace you have? The one with the tiny star. Itâll draw attention to your neck⊠in case he wants to kiss it again,â she teased.
âYah!â You threw a pillow at her, laughing. âWeâre just working on my paper today. Nothing else.â
âSure, sure,â Mina said sarcastically, catching the pillow. âThatâs why youâre up at 8 AM vibrating with excitement. Tell me more about him. You said heâs a producer? Is he famous?â
You sat down on the edge of your bed, fiddling with the hem of your cardigan.
âHeâs⊠I donât know, lowkey? He doesnât act like heâs a big deal. Weâve been texting almost every day since that night. He helps me with my paper, listens when I complain about the city, and sends me food recommendations. He even sent me a voice note humming a melody he was working on. His voice is so⊠deep and calming.â
Mina clutched her chest dramatically. âOh my god, youâre whipped already. And you made out with him on the rooftop? How was it? Was it hot? Tell me heâs a good kisser at least.â
Your face burned as memories flashedâthe dark corner, his hands under your skirt, the wet kisses.
âIt was⊠really good,â you admitted quietly, smiling despite yourself. âLike, really good. Intense. He pinned me against the wall and I completely forgot about everything. Then you called about curfew and I had to run.â
Mina squealed and kicked her legs under the blanket. âI knew it! Thatâs why you were so red and out of breath when you got back. And now youâre going to his apartment? Alone? On a Saturday morning? Babe, this is not just about the research paper anymore.â
You laughed nervously, standing up to check your reflection one more time. âItâs mostly about the paper⊠but yeah, I like talking to him. A lot. He makes me feel less alone in this city.â
Minaâs teasing softened into a warm smile. âIâm happy for you. Youâve been so stressed since you got here. Just be careful, okay? And text me when you get there and when you leave. If he turns out to be a weirdo, Iâll come rescue you along with my boyfriend.â
âThank you,â you said, walking over to hug her quickly. âI will. Wish me luck?â
âGood luck with your âpaperâ,â she said, grinning. âAnd if you come back with swollen lips again, I want full details this time. No more hiding!â
You grabbed your bag, laptop, and notes, heart fluttering as you headed for the door.
âYou are thinking too much. It's just about paper... today. Promise.â
As you left the dorm, Mina called after you, âYah! Wear the lip tint! The pink one!â
You smiled to yourself the entire way, nerves and excitement mixing together. Saturday morning had never felt this bright.
Around 10:02 AM, you stood outside the modern apartment building, nervously adjusting the strap of your bag. The building looked expensive but understatedâexactly the kind of place you imagined someone quiet like Yoongi would live.
After taking a deep breath, you pressed the doorbell for his unit.
The door opened after a few seconds.
Yoongi stood there in a simple black hoodie and grey sweatpants, his dark hair slightly messy like heâd just woken up not too long ago. His eyes softened the moment they landed on you, and a small, genuine smile curved his lips.
âHey,â he said, voice low and warm. âYou made it.â
âHi,â you replied, suddenly shy. âIâm not late, am I?â
âNot at all. Come in.â
He stepped aside, letting you enter.
His apartment was beautiful... minimal, clean, with large windows letting in soft morning light. The living room had a low couch, a few plants, and records displayed neatly on the wall. But what caught your attention most was the open door leading to his studio.
âWant to see my workspace first?â he asked, noticing your curious gaze.
âYes, please. Iâm really curious.â
He gently guided you inside the studio.
The room was soundproofed, filled with warm lighting. Two large monitors, a massive mixing desk covered with knobs and faders, multiple keyboards, a beautiful vintage piano in the corner, few guitars and shelves full of headphones and equipment.
âWowâŠâ you whispered, eyes wide. âThis is incredible, Yoongi. It feels so⊠professional.â
He smiled, eyes tender and soft. âItâs my little cave. I spend most of my time here. Sit wherever you want.â
You glanced around at all the instruments, a playful smile tugging at your lips. âDo you actually know how to play all of them, or are they just here for studio aesthetics?â
Yoongi chuckled softly, the sound warm and low as he rubbed the back of his neck. âI love learning new instruments in my free time. It keeps me inspired. Iâm definitely good with the piano and guitar though.â
Your eyes landed on one of the acoustic guitars resting on a stand. It looked well-loved, the wood smooth and slightly worn.
âThat oneâs beautiful,â you said, pointing at it. âCan you tell me about it? And⊠would you teach me a little? Even just the basics?â
His smile grew, soft and genuinely pleased. âYeah? Come here.â
He picked up the guitar with practiced ease, settling on the edge of the couch and patting the spot beside him. You sat close as he placed the instrument in his lap.
âThis is one of my favorites,â he said, gently strumming a few soft chords that filled the studio with warm, rich sound. âItâs got a nice warm tone, not too bright.â He adjusted your posture a little, guiding your hands. âHere, put your fingers like this for A minor chord.â
For the next few minutes, Yoongi patiently showed you the Open Chords, the easiest for beginners, his voice quiet and focused as he corrected your finger placement and demonstrated how to strum smoothly.
His shoulder brushed yours, and every time you managed a decent sound, his eyes crinkled with quiet pride.
âNot bad,â he murmured, clearly enjoying himself. âYouâve got good hands for it.â
You laughed, a little flustered but happy. âI think Iâm mostly just following you.â
He played a short, gentle melody after that... something soft and soothing... his fingers moving effortlessly across the strings while he occasionally glanced at you, explaining what he was doing.
The intimate atmosphere in the studio wrapped around both of you as the music lingered in the air. Eventually, he set the guitar back on its stand and turned to you, eyes warm.
âSee? Youâre already learning,â he said with a small, affectionate smile. âWe can do more of that later if you want.â
You both settled on the comfortable couch in the studio. You pulled out your laptop and notes while he made two cups of coffee and set one in front of you.
For the next thirty minutes, you actually tried to focus on your paper. He leaned close, shoulder brushing yours, pointing at your screen as he explained certain production techniques.
âSee here,â he said quietly, his breath warm near your ear. âWhen you talk about emotional minimalism, itâs not just removing sounds. Itâs about creating tension with what you donât play. Like leaving space for the listener to feel something.â
You nodded, trying to ignore how good he smelled. âThat makes so much sense. My professor never explained it like this.â
He smiled, eyes lingering on your face a little longer than necessary. âYouâre catching on fast.â
Eventually, the research talk slowed.
Yoongi leaned back, studying you with soft eyes.
âSo⊠tell me something,â he said gently. âWhy did you choose to do your Masters in music theory? Most people come for performance or production. What made you pick theory?â
You sipped your coffee, thinking for a moment before answering honestly.
âIâve always loved music, but I want to understand it deeply. Not just how it sounds, but why it affects us so much. The psychology behind it⊠how certain chord progressions can make someone cry, or how rhythm can calm anxiety. I want to learn that so I can eventually write my own lyrics and compose them. Iâve tried a few times, butâŠâ you laughed self-consciously, âtheyâre not very good. They feel childish compared to what I hear in lectures.â
Yoongiâs expression turned incredibly soft.
He shifted closer, his knee brushing against yours.
âIâd love to read them someday,â he said quietly. âIf youâre comfortable sharing. I promise I wonât judge. I started the same way â writing really bad lines before I got better.â
âReally?â You looked up at him, surprised. âYouâd actually want to read my messy lyrics?â
âOf course.â He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. âI like the way your mind works. The way you talk about music. Itâs honest. Thatâs rare.â
The atmosphere grew warmer, more intimate. You could feel your heart fluttering as he kept looking at you like that.
Yoongi took a slow breath, as if deciding something important. He gently took your hand, playing with your fingers.
âY/n⊠thereâs something I want to tell you. Iâve been thinking about it for a while. I didnât want to say it over text. Thatâs one of the reasons I asked you to come hereâface to face.â
You blinked, suddenly a little nervous. âWhat is it?â
He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, his thumb stroking your skin.
âI told you Iâm a producer. But I didnât tell you my full name⊠or my stage name.â He paused, eyes steady on yours. âIâm Suga. The one your professor keeps playing in class. The one you said you really like.â
You stared at him, mouth slightly open. âWait⊠youâre Suga? The Suga?â
He nodded, a small, almost shy smile appearing. âYeah. I produce under that name. I donât show up publically muchâI prefer staying behind the scenes, letting the artists I work with take the spotlight. Thatâs why you didnât recognize me.â
âOh my godâŠâ You let out a breathless laugh, covering your mouth. âAll this time I was telling you how much I like Sugaâs music⊠and it was you. Why didnât you say anything earlier?â
âI didnât want you to treat me differently,â he said honestly, voice soft. âWhen you didnât know who I was on the rooftop, it felt real. You talked to me, not the name. I liked that. A lot.â
He leaned in a little closer, eyes warm and sincere. âBut I also didnât want to keep hiding it from you. These past weeks talking to you⊠theyâve meant something to me. I want this to be honest.â
Your cheeks flushed deeply. You squeezed his hand back, feeling a rush of warmth in your chest.
âI canât believe this⊠Iâve been fangirling over your music in my paper and youâve been helping me with it the whole time.â You laughed softly. âThis feels surreal.â
Yoongiâs smile grew, his eyes crinkling at the corners. âIs it a good surreal?â
âVery good,â you whispered.
He brought your hand up and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, then another to the inside of your wrist, making your heart skip.
âI really like you, Y/n,â he said quietly, voice husky but full of affection. âNot just helping with your paper. Talking to you every day⊠itâs become my favorite part of the day. I wanted you to know the real me before this goes any further.â
You felt butterflies explode in your stomach. The morning light made his features look even softer, and the way he was looking at you made everything feel warm and safe.
âI like you too, Yoongi,â you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. âSuga or not⊠I like you.â
He let out a relieved breath and rested his forehead gently against yours for a moment, eyes closed, a fluffy smile playing on his lips.
âGood,â he murmured. âBecause I was hoping youâd stay a little longer today. We can work more on your paper⊠or we can just talk. Or I can make you something quick for breakfast while you tell me more about those lyrics youâre scared to show anyone.â
You laughed softly, your nose brushing his. âI think Iâd like all of that.â
A few months had passed since that first studio visit, and your relationship with Yoongi had become the softest, warmest thing in your life.
You and Mina had moved into a small rented apartment near campus at the beginning of next semester.
No more strict dorm curfews.
Both of you were in relationships, and the freedom felt amazing.
Yoongi was still the same quiet, low-profile producer, but with you he was incredibly affectionateâalways pulling you into his lap when he was working, leaving sweet kisses on your forehead, cooking for you when you stayed over, and sending you voice notes in his raspy morning voice.
Despite the six-year age gap, things never felt awkward.
The intimacy between you both had grown naturally, and youâd already shared several beautiful, passionate nights at his apartment.
The first time you stayed over at his place, it was your third month of dating. You had come over after a long day at university.
âYou didnât have to cook,â you said, watching him from the kitchen island.
âI wanted to,â he replied softly, chopping the vegetables. âYouâve been working hard on that paper. Let me take care of you tonight.â
He had cooked dinner for you like a proper gentleman â delicious kimchi jjigae, perfectly grilled mackerel, and side dishes he prepared earlier.
You sat at the kitchen counter watching him, heart fluttering the entire time. He set the dishes on plate and placed in front of you.
âYou know... you really cook so well,â you said, eyes wide as you took a bite. âI used to think producers only knew how to order takeout.â
Yoongi smirked, sliding more food onto your plate. âI lived alone for too long. Had to learn or I wouldâve starved. Eat well, baby.â
After dinner, he worked in his studio for a bit while you kept him company, sitting comfortably in his lap. His arms were wrapped around you as he clicked through tracks, occasionally asking for your opinion.
âYou smell nice,â he murmured against your hair at one point, making you smile.
Later, he gave you one of his hoodies to wear. It was big and cozy, reaching mid-thigh on you. You felt adorable in it.
When it was time to sleep, you both stood side by side in the bathroom brushing your teeth. He kept glancing at you in the mirror, eyes soft.
âYou look cute with foam on your lips,â he teased, bumping your shoulder gently.
âYah, focus on brushing!â you laughed, nudging him back.
Once you were both done, he led you to his bed and pulled you into his arms under the soft blankets. He wrapped himself around you from behind, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
âLetâs just cuddle and sleep, okay?â he whispered softly. âI donât want you to feel any pressure.â
You nodded at first, but after a few peaceful minutes, your playful side emerged. You slowly intertwined your fingers with his.
Then you turned around slightly and tangled one of your legs with his, rubbing your foot against his calf. Finally, you started tracing his jawline with your fingertip, moving slowly and seductively.
Yoongiâs breath hitched.
âY/nâŠâ he warned, voice low. âI said letâs just cuddle and sleep. Youâre playing a dangerous game right now.â
You bit your lip, still feeling bold.
You traced lower, down to his neck, pressing a tiny kiss there.
He stayed still for a few seconds, clearly trying to control himself. Then suddenly, he moved.
In one smooth motion, he turned you onto your back and hovered above you, hands on either side of your head. His gaze had completely changed... dark, intense, and full of hunger.
You instantly became shy.
The boldness from a minute ago vanished as you looked up at him, cheeks burning.
âW-we should sleep nowâŠâ you mumbled, trying to turn your face away.
Yoongi gently caught your chin, turning you back to face him.
His eyes were soft but burning.
âYou were so brave just now, teasing me like that,â he said, voice husky. âTracing my jaw, rubbing your leg against mine⊠and now youâre getting all shy when I actually do something?â
You covered your face with your hands, embarrassed. âI was just⊠testing your patience a little.â
He let out a low chuckle, pulling your hands away so he could see your flushed face.
âTesting my patience?â He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours teasingly. âBaby, Iâve been losing my mind for the past ten minutes trying to behave. You have no idea what you do to me.â
He kissed you slowly at first, then deeper, pouring all his restrained desire into it. His body pressed against yours as one of his hands slid under the hoodie, caressing your bare waist.
âYou were bold a second ago,â he whispered against your lips, smiling. âWhere did that confidence go, hm?â
âIt disappeared when you looked at me like thatâŠâ you admitted shyly, voice barely above a whisper.
Yoongiâs expression softened with affection even as heat flared in his eyes.
âCute,â he murmured, kissing the tip of your nose, then your lips again. âDonât worry. Weâll go slow. But only if you want this tonight.â
âI want it,â you whispered, finally looking into his eyes again. âI want you, Yoongi.â
That was all he needed.
But every once in a while, a different side of him came out.
A much hungrier, filthier side.
And you liked that side even more.
Like that another night, it started innocently enough after dinner at his place. You were both on the couch, full and relaxed, when a simple goodnight kiss turned into a slow, deep make-out session.
His hands roamed lazily under your shirt at first, then suddenly gripped your waist harder.
Before you knew it, he had pulled you onto his lap, kissing you like he was starving.
The kiss grew messier, wetter.
You were grinding against him when he suddenly growled against your lips, flipped you over, and pulled your hips up so you were on all fours on the couch.
âFuck, look at you,â he had muttered, voice dangerously low.
He yanked your shorts and panties down in one go, positioning you right in front of the full-length mirror leaning against the wall.
You watched through the reflection as he rolled on a condom. His eyes were dark with lust, jaw clenched with restraint. He rubbed the head of his cock slowly between your folds, teasing your entrance, coating himself in your wetness.
âYoongiâŠâ you whimpered, pushing back against him desperately.
He let out a low, amused chuckle, still rubbing his thick cock up and down your slick folds, deliberately avoiding pushing inside.
âSo impatient,â he murmured, voice rough. âLook at yourself in the mirror, baby. Look how wet you are for me.â
You moaned softly, aching and empty, every slow drag of his cock against your clit making you tremble.
He kept teasing... rubbing, pressing just slightly against your entrance, then pulling back, until you were whimpering and gripping the couch.
Only when you whispered a shaky âPleaseâŠâ he finally gripped your hip with one hand. His other hand slid up your back and wrapped firmly around your throatânot choking, just possessive... tilting your head so you couldnât look away from the mirror.
Then, with one smooth, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you completely.
You gasped loudly.
Yoongi leaned over your back, lips brushing your ear as he started fucking you hard, his rhythm punishing.
âLook how pretty you look taking me,â he growled, voice rough and filthy. âEyes on the mirror, baby. Donât look away.â
That night he was uncharacteristically rough and vocalâwhispering the dirtiest things in your ear while making you watch yourself fall apart.
It left you shaky, breathless, and glowing for days afterward.
One lazy morning, you were sitting at the small dining table in your pajamas, at your rented apartment, sipping tea while scrolling through your phone.
Mina walked in, still half-asleep, and smirked the moment she saw you.
âMorning, miss glowing,â she teased, pouring herself coffee. âYou stayed at Yoongiâs last weekend, and your face still has that âI got properly lovedâ look.â
You laughed, cheeks warming. âShut up.â
Mina grinned mischievously and sat across from you. âSo⊠be honest. Youâve been dating a whole ass producer for months now. Donât tell me you still havenât been railed in the studio?â
You choked hard on your tea, coughing as some of it went down the wrong pipe.
âMina!â you wheezed, eyes wide.
âWhat?â she said innocently, but her eyes were sparkling.
âI just read this fanfic about studio sex with a producer and now I canât stop thinking about it. Girl, youâre literally living the fantasy. He has that expensive studio with the fancy couch and dim lights⊠and youâre telling me nothing has happened there yet?â
You hid your face in your hands, mortified but laughing. âWeâve done it at his place⊠multiple times. But the studio feels⊠I donât know. Too professional? I keep overthinking it. What if he thinks itâs weird?â
Mina rolled her eyes. âBabe. Heâs a guy before a producer. Trust me... the moment you walk in there wearing nothing but one of his hoodies, âprofessionalismâ is the last thing he is going to think about.â
You bit your lip, her words sinking in.
That night, it was ovulation week and your hormones were making you bold.
You texted Yoongi that you were coming over.
When you reached his apartment, he greeted you with a soft kiss and went back to work on a track he was finishing. You told him youâd take a quick shower after your long day... something completely normal now after months of dating.
After showering, you stood in front of his closet, heart racing.
You picked out his favorite oversized black hoodieâthe one that reached mid-thigh on you, and slipped it on.
Nothing underneath.
No panties. No bra. Just the hoodie.
You walked into the studio barefoot, the hem of the hoodie brushing against your bare skin with every step.
Yoongi was sitting at his mixing desk, headphones half-on, focused on the screen. He glanced up when you entered and smiled warmly.
âHey, baby,â he said, voice soft. âShower felt good?â
âMhm,â you hummed, walking closer. âI stole your hoodie again. Hope you donât mind.â
âYou know I never mind,â he replied, eyes flicking over you affectionately. âYou look cute in it. Come here.â
He patted his lap.
You walked over and sat sideways on his thigh like you usually did. His arm wrapped around your waist naturally as he went back to tweaking the track.
For a few minutes, everything felt normal. He played a part of the beat for you, asking for your opinion. You gave feedback while subtly shifting in his lap.
âYou okay?â he asked after a while, noticing you seemed a little restless. His hand rubbed your thigh gently. âYouâre moving a lot tonight.â
âIâm fine,â you said innocently, leaning back against his chest. âJust like being close to you.â
He kissed the side of your head, completely unaware.
You turned slightly, letting the hoodie ride up a little higher on your thighs as you âadjustedâ again. His hand that was resting on your bare thigh stilled.
Yoongi paused the track.
âWaitâŠâ His voice dropped lower.
His fingers slowly traced higher under the hem of the hoodie. The moment they met nothing but warm, smooth skin, his whole body tensed beneath you.
Then he felt itâthe unmistakable warm, wet patch slowly forming on the front of his grey sweatpants where your bare core was pressed against him.
âY/n,â he said slowly, voice suddenly much lower and rougher, almost strained. âAre you⊠not wearing anything under this?â
You bit your lip, heart racing with excitement and nervousness as you looked at him over your shoulder.
âMaybeâŠâ you teased, voice sweet. âIs that a problem?â
His eyes darkened instantly.
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, breathing out a soft laugh.
His hand squeezed your thigh tighter as he shifted slightly underneath you, clearly feeling the wetness now soaking through his sweats.
âFuck, babyâŠâ he groaned softly, eyes darkening. âYouâre sitting on my lap with no panties on and youâre already wet? Youâve been dripping on me this whole time?â
His free hand came up to grip your waist, fingers digging in just enough to show his growing restraint.
âYou little tease,â he muttered, voice husky with both amusement and arousal. âI thought you just wanted to wear my hoodie like always⊠but you came in here bare and soaked? How long have you been planning this?â
You smiled shyly, turning more to face him, which only pressed your wetness harder against the growing bulge in his sweats.
âIâve been thinking about it for a while,â you admitted, running your fingers along the collar of his hoodie. âMina kept teasing me about how Iâm dating a producer and still havenât done anything in the studio⊠and guess I got curious.â
Yoongi let out a breathy chuckle, but his eyes were burning now. He slid his hand further under the hoodie, cupping your bare ass as he pulled you closer.
âSo you decided to come in here, fresh out of my shower, wearing nothing underneath my hoodie⊠and sit right on my dick like a good girl?â
He leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, âYouâre going to ruin my sweats, baby. You feel how wet you are? Youâre making a mess all over me.â
You shivered at his words, cheeks burning but loving the way his voice had changed... still soft with affection, but now laced with clear hunger.
âAre you mad?â you asked playfully, even though you could feel him getting harder beneath you.
âMad?â He laughed lowly, pressing a wet kiss just below your ear. âNo. But youâre not leaving this studio anytime soon looking all innocent like this.â
His fingers traced teasing circles on your bare skin, dangerously close but not quite there yet.
âYou really want to do this here?â he asked, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze flicking between playful and intense. âBecause once I start, Iâm not going to be gentle with you, baby.â
You smiled, heat pooling between your legs at his words. You reached up and slowly traced his jaw with your fingertip, dragging it seductively down to his neck.
âGood thing Iâm ovulating then,â you whispered, voice breathy and teasing. âGentle is the last thing I want tonight.â
Yoongiâs breath hitched.
He stared at you for a second before letting out a deep, amused chuckle that sounded almost sinful.
âFuck⊠youâre going to be the death of me.â He leaned in and bit your bottom lip lightly before pulling back.
âYou have no idea how many times Iâve imagined this. Sitting here working late nights, thinking about bending you over this mixing desk⊠or fucking you against the piano⊠or having you ride me right in this chair.â
His hands slid under the hoodie, gripping your bare ass as he continued, voice rough, âThatâs why I put condoms in every fucking drawer in this apartment now. Kitchen, living room, bedroom⊠and yes, even in the studio. I can literally fuck you on every surface of this place and Iâve thought about all of them.â
Your eyes widened in surprise, a shy but thrilled laugh escaping you.
âYoongi!â you gasped, playfully hitting his chest. âYouâve been planning this?â
âPlanning? Baby, Iâve been dreaming about it,â he admitted, eyes gleaming. âNow stop teasing and show me how wet you really are.â
He shifted you slightly so you were straddling one of his thighs properly, your bare, soaked pussy pressed directly against the soft fabric of his grey sweatpants.
The warmth of his thigh felt incredible against your sensitive skin.
âRide it,â he commanded softly, hands guiding your hips. âRide my thigh and make a mess all over my sweats like the needy little thing you are.â
You moaned softly at his words and started moving.
Slowly at first, grinding your wet folds along the firm muscle of his thigh. The friction was perfect, and the way your slick was already coating his pants made obscene wet sounds with every roll of your hips.
âFuck⊠look at you,â Yoongi groaned, eyes locked on where your pussy was sliding against him. âSoaking me already. Such a messy girl.â
He pushed the hoodie up to your neck, exposing your breasts. His hands immediately cupped them, squeezing roughly before his thumbs flicked over your hardened nipples.
âAhâ YoongiâŠâ you whimpered, grinding harder.
âThatâs it, baby. Use my thigh,â he praised, voice low and filthy.
âLook how desperate you are, humping me like you canât get enough. My pretty little girlfriend came in here with no panties just to get fucked in my studio⊠so fucking hot.â
He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard while his other hand pinched and rolled the other one.
The mix of rough and wet felt electric.
You cried out, moving faster on his thigh, the wet patch on his sweats growing bigger with every glide.
âMmm... fuck, you taste so good,â he growled against your breast, sucking harder before pulling off with a wet pop. âThese pretty tits are mine. Say it.â
âTheyâre yoursââ you gasped, riding his thigh faster, the pressure building quickly between your legs.
âLouder, baby. Tell me who this wet little pussy belongs to while you ruin my pants.â
âItâs yours, Yoongi... ahh!â you moaned loudly as he bit down gently on your nipple, then soothed it with his tongue.
He leaned back slightly to watch you, one hand still playing with your breasts, pinching and tugging while the other gripped your hip, helping you grind harder.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful like this,â he murmured, voice dripping with lust and affection.
âRiding my thigh like a desperate filthy girl but still blushing so cutely. I love this duality in you, baby. My sweet university girl in public⊠and my filthy little girl in my studio.â
Your breathing grew ragged.
The combination of his filthy words, the rough treatment of your nipples, and the perfect pressure on your clit was pushing you close to the edge.
âIâm... Iâm gonna cumââ you whimpered, grinding faster, your wetness now completely soaking through his sweats.
âCum for me then,â he growled, sucking your nipple into his mouth again, harder this time. âMake a bigger mess on me, baby. I want to feel you dripping down my thigh.â
He pinched your other nipple sharply and that was all it took.
You came hard with a loud cry of his name, your body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your hips stuttered against his thigh as you rode out your orgasm, leaving a shiny, wet patch all over his grey sweats.
Yoongi groaned at the sight, finally pulling his mouth off your nipple with a satisfied smirk. He kept rubbing slow circles on your hips as you came down, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone.
âSuch a good girl,â he whispered tenderly, the duality hitting you hard again â filthy one second, soft and loving the next. âLook at the mess you made⊠my dirty little ovulating princess.â
You collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily, a shy smile forming on your lips as you nuzzled into his neck. His hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back, but the wicked smirk on his lips told you he wasnât nearly done.
âI canât believe I just did thatâŠâ you mumbled, embarrassed but glowing.
Yoongi chuckled and kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you. âAnd weâre just getting started, baby.â
Before you could respond, he lifted you effortlessly and placed you on the edge of his mixing desk. The surface was cool against your bare ass, various knobs and faders pressing into your skin. He pushed the hoodie all the way up to your neck again, fully exposing your body to his hungry gaze.
âSpread your legs for me,â he said softly, voice laced with command.
You obeyed, parting your thighs.
Yoongi stepped between them, eyes dropping to your soaked pussy. He let out a low groan at the sight.
âFuck⊠look at this pretty mess,â he whispered, running two fingers through your dripping folds. âYouâre still so wet. My greedy girl.â
You shivered at his touch, already sensitive. âYoongiâŠâ
He leaned in and kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against yours as he slowly pushed two fingers inside you. You gasped into his mouth at the stretch, your walls clenching around his thick digits.
âThatâs it,â he breathed against your lips. âTake my fingers, baby.â
He started moving them slowly at first, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot inside you. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers pumping into your soaked pussy filled the studio.
âOh my godââ you moaned, gripping his shoulders.
Yoongi pulled back slightly to watch your face, his eyes dark with lust.
âYou like that?â he asked, voice husky. âYou like getting fingered on my mixing desk like a good girl?â
He picked up the pace, fucking his fingers into you harder while his thumb found your swollen clit and started rubbing tight circles.
âAnswer me, baby.â
âYesâ fuck, yes I like it,â you whimpered, hips rolling to meet his hand.
He smirked, clearly pleased. âGood girl. Look at you⊠sitting on my desk with my hoodie pushed up, legs spread open just for me. So fucking perfect.â
His fingers curled again, pressing firmly against your g-spot with every thrust. The pleasure built rapidly, especially with how sensitive you already were from your previous orgasm.
Yoongi leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth again, sucking hard while his fingers kept their relentless rhythm. He released it with a wet pop and looked up at you.
âYouâre clenching so tight around my fingers,â he groaned. âYou gonna cum again for me already? So soon?â
âI canât help itââ you gasped, head falling back. âYou feel so goodâŠâ
He added a third finger, stretching you more as he pumped faster.
His thumb pressed harder on your clit.
âThatâs right, baby. Make a mess on my desk too. I want this entire studio to smell like your pussy by the time Iâm done with you.â
Your moans grew louder, echoing softly in the soundproofed room. Yoongi watched you intently, his free hand coming up to gently grip your jaw so youâd look at him.
âEyes on me when you cum,â he ordered, though his voice was still full of affection. âI want to see how pretty you look falling apart on my fingers.â
The combination of his filthy words, the perfect angle of his fingers, and the intense eye contact pushed you over the edge again.
âYoongi... Iâm cummingâ!â you cried out.
Your second orgasm hit you even harder.
Your thighs shook as you clenched violently around his fingers, a fresh gush of wetness coating his hand and dripping onto the mixing desk. Yoongi kept fucking you through it, slowing his movements but not stopping, drawing out every wave of pleasure.
âFuck, thatâs my girl,â he praised, voice thick with pride and lust. âLook at you soaking my desk⊠such a good, messy baby.â
He finally slipped his fingers out of you gently and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while maintaining eye contact. The sight made your stomach flip.
âYou taste even better when youâre ovulating,â he said with a wicked little smile.
You were still panting, legs trembling as you tried to recover. Yoongi stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you softly this timeâsweet and tender, a sharp contrast to how rough his fingers had just been.
He rested his forehead against yours, brushing your hair back gently.
âYou okay, baby?â he asked, voice now soft and caring. âNot too much?â
You shook your head, smiling breathlessly. âNo⊠I want more.â
Yoongi chuckled lowly, kissing the corner of your mouth. âGood. Because I still have so many plans for you tonight.â
Yoongi kissed you deeply for a moment longer, then gently lifted you off the mixing desk. Your legs were still shaky, so he carried you bridal-style over to the large, comfortable black couch in the corner of his studio.
He laid you down carefully on your back, the soft cushions sinking under your weight. The oversized hoodie was still bunched up around your chest. He pulled it down a little to cover your stomach.
âStay right here, baby,â he said softly, brushing damp strands of hair from your forehead. âYou came so hard twice already. Let me take care of you for a while.â
He reached over to the small side table and grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap before holding it to your lips.
âDrink,â he ordered gently. âYou need it.â
You took a few sips, still breathing heavily. Yoongi watched you with soft, loving eyes, his thumb stroking your cheek.
âGood girl,â he praised quietly. âHow are you feeling?â
âReally good,â you whispered, smiling up at him. âBut little sensitiveâŠâ
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your forehead, then your nose, then your lips.
âYouâre doing so well for me tonight. My pretty, needy baby.â He kissed you again, slower this time. âJust relax for a bit. Iâm not rushing.â
After a couple of minutes of him gently rubbing your thighs and kissing your neck, your breathing finally evened out. Yoongiâs hand started sliding higher again, teasingly stroking the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
âThink you can handle more?â he asked, voice low.
You nodded, biting your lip. âYes⊠I want you.â
He smirked and moved down your body, settling between your legs on the couch. He spread your thighs wide, exposing your glistening pussy to his hungry gaze.
âFuck, look at you,â he groaned. âStill so wet and puffy for me.â
Without another word, he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your slit, collecting every drop of your wetness.
The moment your taste hit his tongue, he groaned deeply, like heâd been craving this for days.
He didnât stop there.
Yoongi buried his face completely between your thighs, drowning himself in your pussy. He pressed his nose against your soaked folds and inhaled deeply, sniffing you with raw hunger before letting out a long, satisfied âMhhhhmmmmâŠâ that vibrated straight through your core.
The sound was filthy and needy, almost animalistic.
âGod, baby⊠you smell so fucking good,â he growled against your pussy, voice muffled. âEspecially when youâre ovulating. So sweet and wet⊠I could suffocate in this pussy and die happy.â
You whimpered loudly, your fingers tightening in his hair as he dove back in.
âYoongiâ!â
âMhmm,â he hummed against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body. âYou taste so filthy good, baby. Especially when youâre like this.â
He didnât tease for long.
He ate you like a man possessedâmessy, greedy, and completely lost in you.
His tongue licked broad, slow stripes before flicking rapidly over your swollen clit. He sucked your folds into his mouth, then moved back to your clit, alternating between gentle sucks and harsh flicks.
Every few seconds, heâd press his face deeper, nose rubbing against your clit while his tongue pushed inside you, fucking you with it. He kept making those sinful âMhmmmm⊠mmmphââ sounds as he devoured you, like your taste was driving him insane.
âOh my god... Yoongi, that feels so good,â you whimpered, your hands flying to his hair.
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your juices.
âYeah? You like when I eat this pretty pussy?â He licked a long stripe up your folds again. âYou get so much wetter when youâre ovulating. I could stay here for hours.â
He pushed two fingers back inside you while his tongue focused on your clit, curling his fingers perfectly against your g-spot. The wet, sloppy sounds of him eating you out filled the studio.
âFuck... right there,â you cried, hips bucking against his face.
Yoongi groaned in response, the sound vibrating against your core. He sucked harder on your clit and pumped his fingers faster.
âYouâre dripping down my chin, baby. Making such a mess on my couch. My dirty little girl.â
Your thighs started shaking around his head. âIâm... Iâm gonna cum again... Yoongi pleaseââ
But every time you got close, every time your thighs started trembling and your moans got higher, he would slow down or pull back just a littleâedging you cruelly while still burying his face in you.
âNot yet,â he whispered against your soaked folds, placing a soft kiss on your clit. âI want you to fucking throb for me.â
Then he dove back in even harderâsniffing, licking, sucking, and groaning like he couldnât get enough. His fingers pumped faster while his tongue flicked relentlessly over your clit.
âMhhhhmm⊠fuck, I love this,â he groaned, the vibrations making your eyes roll back. âI could eat you for hours like this. My favorite fucking meal.â
Your legs were shaking uncontrollably around his head. You were so close it hurt. âYoongi, pleaseâ Iâm so close, please donât stop...â
He hummed deeply again, the sound vibrating right against your clit as he sucked harder and curled his fingers perfectly.
This time... he didnât stop.
If anything, he went harderâsucking your clit with wet, obscene noises while his fingers fucked you relentlessly.
âCum on my tongue, baby. Let me taste you,â he growled against your pussy.
Your third orgasm crashed over you violently.
You cried out his name, thighs clamping around his head as you gushed on his tongue. Yoongi moaned loudly, licking up every drop like it was his favorite thing in the world, not stopping until you were twitching and whimpering from overstimulation.
He finally pulled back, lips and chin glistening.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and crawled up your body, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue.
âYouâre so fucking perfect,â he whispered against your lips. âI could eat you out all night.â
You were panting, eyes glassy with pleasure. âYoongi⊠I need you inside me. Please.â
He kissed you again, softer this time. âYou sure, baby? Youâve already come three times.â
âI want you,â you begged, pulling at his hoodie. âI need you to fuck me.â
Yoongi chuckled and reached into the drawer of the side table next to the couch, pulling out a condom.
He quickly pushed down his sweatpants and boxers, his hard cock springing free. He was painfully hard, the tip already leaking. He rolled the condom on while watching your face.
âCome here, baby,â he said, voice thick with need.
He pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him on the couch. He lined himself up and slowly sank you down onto his cock, both of you moaning loudly at the feeling.
âFuck⊠so tight,â he groaned, burying his face in your neck. âYou feel incredible.â
He gave you a moment to adjust before starting to thrust up into you, hands gripping your ass under the hoodie. The pace was deep and steady at first, but quickly grew rougher.
âRide me, baby,â he encouraged, voice rough. âUse my cock. This is what you wanted, right? Getting fucked properly in my studio?â
You moaned, rolling your hips as he thrust up to meet you. The sound of skin slapping and your combined moans filled the room.
âYesâ God, yes,â you gasped. âFeels so good, YoongiâŠâ
He pulled the hoodie off you completely, tossing it aside so he could see all of you. His hands roamed everywhereâsqueezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, gripping your waist as he fucked you harder.
âThatâs my girl,â he growled, looking up at you with pure lust and affection. âLook at you bouncing on my cock so prettily. My perfect girl.â
He suddenly flipped you onto your back on the couch, pushing your legs back toward your chest and thrusting deep.
âWant to fuck you properly now,â he panted, pounding into you with strong, rhythmic strokes. âWant you to feel every inch.â
You cried out with every thrust, nails digging into his back. He kissed you messily, swallowing your moans while driving into you harder.
âCum for me one more time, baby,â he whispered hotly against your ear. âWant to feel you squeezing my cock when you cum.â
Between his deep thrusts and filthy praises, you shattered again, clenching hard around him as your fourth orgasm ripped through you.
Yoongi followed right after with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard inside the condom, hips stuttering against yours.
He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily and covered in sweat. After a moment, he lifted his head and kissed you softly, sweetlyâcompletely different from how heâd just fucked you.
âI love you,â he whispered against your lips, voice gentle. âYouâre amazing.â
You smiled tiredly, running your fingers through his damp hair. âI love you too⊠even if you just ruined me for any other couch.â
Yoongi laughed softly and nuzzled into your neck, still buried inside you. âGood. Because weâre definitely doing this again.â
It was a special alumni event at your universityâa panel discussion on âThe Future of Music Production in Korea.â The auditorium was packed with students and faculty.
You had come because your professor practically begged the class to attend, saying it would be beneficial for your research paper.
You were sitting near the middle when the three guests walked onto the stage.
Your heart nearly stopped.
There, in a simple black blazer over a white t-shirt, was Yoongi. Standing casually between two other men... RM and J-Hope.
Your eyes widened in complete shock.
No wayâŠ
He had mentioned last night that he had a âsurpriseâ for you today, but you never imagined this.
The moment the MC introduced them, the auditorium erupted.
âSuga!!! Oh my god, itâs really him!â
âRM! J-Hope!â
Girls in the front rows started squealing, some even standing up to take photos. You watched in stunned silence as dozens of phones went up, flashing lights everywhere.
Yoongi looked slightly uncomfortable with the attention but gave a small, polite bow along with his friends.
Your professor leaned over from the row behind you. âSee? Even Suga rarely comes to these events. This is historic!â
You could only nod, still speechless.
After the panel ended, you received a text from Yoongi.
Yoongi: Meet me behind the old basketball court in 10 minutes... It's the same place I used to hide during my student days.
You slipped out of the auditorium, heart racing, and made your way to the secluded spot behind the basketball courtâa quiet, shaded area with an old bench surrounded by tall trees and bushes.
Hardly anyone came here.
Yoongi was already waiting, leaning against a tree. The moment he saw you, his entire face softened into that fond smile you loved so much. Before you could speak, he pulled you into a warm hug, burying his face in your hair.
âYou sneaky bastard,â you laughed against his chest, still in disbelief. âYou studied here? And you never told me?â
He chuckled, kissing the top of your head. âYou were surprised, huh?â
âSurprised?â You laughed against his chest. âYoongi, I almost had a heart attack! I had no idea you studied here!â
He chuckled, pulling back to look at you. âI graduated six years ago. Iâve been invited every year with Namjoon and Hoseok, but I always said no. This time⊠I had a reason to come.â
You smiled up at him, feeling warm all over. âMe?â
âYou.â
You pulled back slightly and looked up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief.
âSo youâre really a big deal, huh?â you teased, poking his chest. âAll those girls screaming for you in the auditorium⊠I almost got jealous.â
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips.
âDoes it matter?â he asked softly, cupping your face.
You shook your head, smiling sweetly.
âNo⊠It doesnât matter at all. I love you, Min Yoongi. Not Suga... the famous producer. I fell for the guy who made me feel seen in foreign city on that rooftop bar, guy who made me coffee at 10 AM and helped me with my surface-level paper.â
His eyes softened with pure affection. He leaned in closer, nose brushing against yours.
âGood answer,â he whispered.
You grinned and continued teasing, voice playful, âBut those girls were really going crazy for you back there. Some of them looked ready to climb the stage.â
Yoongi let out a low laugh, his arms tightening around your waist.
âDoes that matter too?â he asked, tilting his head.
You pretended to think for a second, then stood on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âNope,â you said confidently. âBecause even if hundreds of girls go crazy for you⊠you only go crazy for me.â
Yoongiâs smile turned fond and slightly shy. âYouâre damn right about that.â
The air between you shifted.
He leaned in slowly, capturing your lips in a soft, sweet kiss that quickly grew deeper. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him as the kiss turned heated. You sighed into his mouth, fingers threading through his hair.
Just as his tongue brushed yours and things were getting very niceâ
âHeyyy! Caught you!â
You gasped and suddenly pulled back from the kiss, eyes wide.
J-Hopeâs cheerful voice rang out from behind Yoongi.
âNamjoon-ah, I told you weâd find him here! This was always his secret spot back in the day!â
RMâs deep voice followed, sounding amused, âOh⊠but heâs not alone.â
Yoongi groaned, closing his eyes for a second before turning around, still keeping one arm around your waist.
J-Hope stood there with a massive grin, while RM looked surprised but clearly entertained, dimples on full display.
J-Hope let out a loud whistle. âOoooh~ So this is why you finally agreed to come back to campus after avoiding it for years? InterestingâŠâ
Yoongi sighed, ears turning slightly pink. âYou two are so annoying.â
You hid your burning face in Yoongiâs shoulder, completely embarrassed at being caught.
Yoongi gently rubbed your back and spoke calmly, âThis is Y/n. My girlfriend.â
RMâs eyes widened in pleasant surprise. âGirlfriend? Wow. Nice to meet you, Y/n. Iâm Namjoon.â
J-Hope bounced over with a bright smile, offering you a hand. âAnd Iâm Hoseok! But you can call me Hobi. So youâre the mysterious girl who finally dragged this grandpa out of his cave, huh?â
You laughed shyly, shaking both their hands. âItâs really nice to meet you both. Iâve heard a lot about you.â
âOnly good things, I hope,â RM said, glancing at Yoongi with a teasing smirk. âBecause this hyung barely talks about anything except music⊠and apparently now you.â
Yoongi rolled his eyes but couldnât hide his small smile. He kept you tucked protectively against his side.
âSheâs the reason I came,â he admitted quietly, looking at you with soft eyes. âShe studies here. Post Graduation in Music Theory.â
Hobiâs jaw dropped dramatically. âWaitâ she goes to our university?! And you didnât tell us? This is huge!â
RM chuckled. âLooks like our Yoongi-hyung is properly whipped.â
You giggled, glancing up at Yoongi who was now fully blushing.
âIâm not whipped,â Yoongi muttered, but the way he gently kissed your temple right after completely betrayed him.
Hobi clapped his hands together excitedly. âThis is adorable. We need to get dinner together soon! All four of us.â
âOnly if you two behave,â Yoongi warned, but there was no real threat in his voice.
You leaned into him, feeling warm and happy as you watched the three friends bicker lightly. Yoongiâs hand found yours, fingers intertwining naturally.
âAlright, thatâs enough,â he said, gently tugging you closer. âYou two go back. I still have twenty minutes before I need to be anywhere.â
J-Hope winked. âUse your time wisely~â
As the two walked away, still laughing and teasing, Yoongi turned back to you and rested his forehead against yours.
âSorry about them,â he murmured.
You giggled, wrapping your arms around him. âI like them. And I like that I finally know more about your past.â
He kissed the tip of your nose. âThereâs still so much more I want to show you.â
You smiled, heart full. âI canât wait, Suga sunbaenim.â
Yoongi groaned playfully and pulled you into another sweet kiss.
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Hello,
I have a request for an idol.namjoon x manager.oc. Namjoon always had a thing for the oc but he could not act upon it because of the contract or because she had a bf. Then finally oc is single but he is nervous and doesn't want to lose her, but when someone tries to hurt her he gets all possessive and they get together in the end.
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Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Manager!Reader Genre: Idol AU, Forbidden Romance, Possessive Namjoon, Yearner Namjoon, Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content [kissing backstage after confession, hotel room sex post concert, praise kink, lots of kissing, body worshipping, oral (f receiving), fingering, protected sex], Forbidden Romance, soft-dom Namjoon, possessive Namjoon, Mention of Harassment/Assault Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI Word Count: ~8.5k A/N: Sorry, @themwordsblog, for taking so long to write this. Thank you for being so patient. I hope the wait was worth it. I had fun writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. đ [MASTERLIST]
The fluorescent lights of the practice room buzzed overhead, over the chaos of pre-tour preparations. You stood in the corner, clipboard in hand, checking off tasks as the members darted around.
Jungkook doing push-ups for no apparent reason, Jimin stealing Taehyungâs water bottle, and Hobi practicing a dance move in the mirror while shouting random encouragements to himself.
Yoongi, predictably, was napping on a pile of hoodies in the corner.
Typical.
But your eyes kept drifting to Namjoon.
He was seated at the edge of the room, scribbling in his notebook, his brows furrowed in that adorable way that made him look like he was solving world hunger instead of probably just writing a rap verse.
His glasses slid down his nose, and he pushed them up with a clumsy swipe, nearly knocking them off entirely.
You stifled a smile.
Two years... Youâd been their manager for two years, and Namjoon had always been your favorite to work with. Not that youâd ever admit it out loud but he made it easy.
He was low maintenance, respectful, and had a quiet charm that disarmed you from day one.
He was also adorably clumsy, always tripping over cables or dropping his phone. Youâd lost count of how many times youâd saved his AirPods from certain doom.
But it wasnât just his clumsiness or his dimpled smile that got to you.
It was the way he looked at you.
Like you were the only person in the room who mattered.
Youâd catch him staring during meetings, his eyes soft and intense, only to look away when you met his gaze. It was subtle, but it was there.
Always there.
And it was forbidden.
The contract clause was crystal clear: No inappropriate relationships with staff.
It was a line neither of you could cross, no matter how much his quiet gestures... bringing you tea when you were exhausted, offering his hoodie when you shivered, cracking dumb jokes to make you laugh, made your heart stutter.
Youâd had a boyfriend for most of those two years, anyway.
A boyfriend who barely noticed you. Missed dates, ignored texts, forgot to pick you up from airports. Youâd smile through the disappointment, but Namjoon always saw it.
One particularly rough night in Seoul, after your ex had bailed on yet another dinner, you were sitting in the empty practice room long after everyone else had left, staring at your phone screen with a forced smile that didnât reach your eyes.
Namjoon lingered by the door, hesitating before stepping inside.
âYou okay?â he asked softly, his voice gentle like always.
He held two cups of tea, the steam curling up between you.
You nodded quickly, slipping your phone into your pocket. âYeah, just⊠long day. Thanks for the tea, Joon. You didnât have to.â
He sat down on the floor across from you, crossing his long legs. âI wanted to. Youâve been running around fixing everyone elseâs messes all week. Figured you could use a break.â
He paused, studying your face. âYou sure youâre alright? You look like youâre carrying the weight of the world again.â
You laughed lightly, trying to brush it off. âItâs nothing. My boyfriend just⊠got caught up with work. Again. No big deal.â
Namjoonâs expression didnât change, but his eyes softened further. âIf itâs ânothing,â why do you look like youâre forcing that smile? You know you can talk to me, right? Iâm a pretty good listener. Even if I trip over my own feet half the time.â
You sighed, taking a sip of the warm tea.
It was exactly how you liked itâslightly sweet, with a hint of honey.
He always remembered.
âI donât know⊠sometimes it feels like Iâm the only one putting in effort. He forgot to pick me up from the airport last week, too. I waited for an hour.â
Namjoonâs jaw tightened just a fraction, but his voice stayed calm. âThatâs not right. You deserve someone who shows up for you. Who sees how hard you work and makes sure youâre taken care of too.â
He hesitated, then added with a small, self-deprecating smile, âNot that Iâm one to give relationship advice. I can barely manage my own schedule without your help.â
You chuckled despite yourself. âYouâre not that bad. Youâre the easiest one on the team, honestly. The others would be lost without you keeping them grounded.â
He grinned, dimples flashing. âSee? We make a good team. You keep me from breaking expensive equipment, and I⊠bring you tea and bad jokes.â
His tone turned more serious. âBut really. If you ever need to vent, or if things get too much, Iâm here. No judgment.â
That became a pattern.
After tough days, heâd find little ways to check in.
Another time, weeks later, you were rushing through the hallway after a delayed flight, eyes puffy from holding back tears because your boyfriend had ignored your messages all day.
Namjoon appeared out of nowhere, jacket in hand.
âYou look cold,â he said, draping it over your shoulders without waiting for permission. âAnd tired. Rough trip?â
âYeah,â you admitted, pulling the jacket tighter. It smelled like him... clean, with a hint of his cologne. âJust⊠some personal stuff. Thanks, Joon. Iâll return it tomorrow.â
âKeep it as long as you need,â he replied, falling into step beside you.
âYou know, I read this article about how holding onto things that drain you can mess with your creativity. Not saying that applies to you, but⊠you deserve people who lift you up, not leave you waiting at airports.â
You glanced at him, heart twisting at the quiet care in his words. âYouâre too nice for this industry, Kim Namjoon. Seriously, how are you so⊠observant?â
He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. âI just pay attention. Especially to the people who matter.â
His eyes met yours for a beat too long before he looked away. âAnyway, want to hear a dumb joke I just heard from Jin Hyung... to cheer you up? Why did the scarecrow win an award?â
You rolled your eyes but smiled. âWhy?â
âBecause he was outstanding in his field.â He delivered it with such earnest clumsiness that you burst out laughing, the tension easing from your shoulders.
âGod, that was terrible,â you said, nudging his arm. âBut thank you. I needed that.â
âAnytime,â he murmured, his voice warm. âI mean it.â
He never pushed, never said anything outright about your boyfriend.
But he knew.
He always knew.
When you finally broke up with your ex, it was like a weight lifted. You didnât talk about it publicly, but Namjoon noticed the change immediately.
A week after the breakup, you were in the studio helping him organize some lyric sheets. You were humming softly, moving with a lightness you hadnât felt in months.
Namjoon looked up from his notebook, a soft smile playing on his lips. âYou seem different lately. Happier. Did something good happen?â
You paused, biting your lip. âYeah, actually. I⊠ended things with my boyfriend. It was overdue. I feel lighter, like I can breathe again.â
His eyes lit up, genuine relief and something deeper flashing across his face. âIâm glad. You deserve that lightness every day. No one should make you feel like you have to dim yourself to fit.â
You laughed softly. âThanks, Joon. Youâve been⊠a really good friend through all of it. Even when I didnât say anything.â
He leaned back in his chair, watching you with that look... the one that made your stomach flutter.
âFriend, huh? Iâll take it. But seriously, you smile more now. Itâs beautiful. You deserve someone who never lets that smile fade. Someone whoâd worship the ground you walk on. Someone who notices when youâre carrying too much and helps carry the load.â
Your chest stuttered, your breath catching at the intensity in his voice. The air between you felt charged, heavy with unspoken feelings.
You laughed it off, though your cheeks warmed. âWow, thatâs a really cheesy line, Mr. RM. Practicing for a new song?â
He chuckled, but his gaze didnât waver. âMaybe. Or maybe I just mean it. You work so hard for all of us. Let someone work hard for you for once.â
You rolled your eyes playfully, but the words lingered. âCareful, or I might start thinking youâre flirting with your manager.â
âWould that be so bad?â he teased lightly, but there was a vulnerability underneath.
Before you could respond, he stood up clumsily, nearly knocking over a stack of papers. âShitâsorry. See? I still need you to manage my clumsy ass.â
You both burst into laughter, collapsing onto the couch in a fit of giggles as you helped him pick up the scattered sheets. The moment felt light, easy, but underneath it all, something had shifted.
That night, as you packed up your things, he leaned against the doorframe, watching you with that look again.
âYou smile more now,â he repeated softly, almost reverent. âDonât let anyone take that away.â
Your heart raced.
You muttered something about âcheesy lines,â but the words stayed with you, looping in your mind like a song you couldnât shake.
Forbidden... Contract... Bad idea...
Right?
The international tour was a whirlwind after their recent comeback.
Tokyo, LA, Mexico, Vegas, Parisâeach city blurred into the next, a kaleidoscope of jet lag, screaming fans, and endless schedules.
You were in your element, juggling logistics, calming frantic staff, and making sure the boys were where they needed to be. But the exhaustion was real. 6 a.m. wake-up calls, late-night soundchecks, and the constant pressure to keep everything running smoothly.
Namjoon was getting bolder.
You felt it in the way his hand brushed your waist when he guided you through a crowded backstage area, his touch lingering a fraction too long.
Or the way he leaned close during breaks, whispering dumb jokes in your ear to make you laugh. Youâd swat him away, muttering, âBehave, Joon,â but your heart raced every time.
Donât go there, you told yourself. Donât.
But then there was the dancer.
One of the new backup dancers, Minho, had been⊠off.
Youâd noticed it early on... his eyes lingered too long, his smile too sharp and creepy. Heâd hover near you during breaks, making small talk that felt too personal.
Youâd caught him taking selfies with you in the background, his phone angled just so. It was creepy, but you brushed it off. You were used to handling weirdos in this industry.
Until that night in Paris.
You were in the dressing room, checking in with stylists and organizing the boysâ outfits for the next show. The room was quiet after they left, the chaos of the day finally settling.
You were alone... or so you thought.
The door creaked open, and Minho slipped inside.
His smile was too wide, his eyes too dark.
âHey,â he said, his voice syrupy. âYouâre always so busy. Thought Iâd keep you company.â
You forced a polite smile, your skin prickling. âIâm good, thanks. Just finishing up.â
He didnât leave.
Instead, he stepped closer, his body blocking the path to the door. âCâmon, sweetheart. Youâre always with them. Donât you want someone to notice you for you?â
Your stomach twisted. âIâm fine. You should go.â
He didnât.
He moved closer, his hand reaching for your arm. You stepped back, but he grabbed your wrist, his grip tight enough to sting.
âDonât be like that,â he murmured, leaning in. His breath was hot against your cheek, and panic surged in your chest.
âLet go,â you said, your voice sharp as you yanked your arm back. But he didnât budge, his fingers tightening.
And then the door slammed open.
Namjoon stood there, his silhouette filling the doorway. His eyes, usually so warm and soft... were dark, blazing with a rage youâd never seen before.
âTake your hands off her. Now.â
His voice was low, deadly, each word dripping with barely restrained fury. Minho froze, his grip loosening as he stumbled back under the weight of Namjoonâs glare.
âI... I was justââ Minho stammered, but Namjoon cut him off.
âGet out.â
Minho didnât need to be told twice. He scrambled for the door, nearly tripping in his haste. Security appeared moments later, dragging him away.
Namjoon turned to you, his jaw tight, his hands shaking as he grabbed your arm... not roughly, but urgently, and pulled you out of the room.
He slammed the door behind you, his chest heaving as he paced the hallway, hands raking through his hair.
âAre you okay?â he asked, his voice raw. âDid he hurt you?â
âIâm fine,â you said, but your voice trembled. You held up your wrist, where faint red marks lingered. âJust⊠shaken.â
Namjoonâs eyes narrowed on the marks, and his expression darkened further. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing over your wrist with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the storm in his eyes.
âI shouldâve protected you,â he said, his voice breaking. âI shouldâve said something sooner. I saw how he looked at you, and I... fuck... fuck the rules.â
Your heart stopped. âNamjoon, donâtââ
But he wasnât listening.
He was too close now, his breath warm against your face, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your knees weak.
âIâm done pretending,â he said. âIâm done watching you hurt and not doing anything about it. Iâm done acting like I donâtââ
He stopped himself, his hands clenching into fists as he stepped back, trying to rein himself in. But you saw it... the raw, aching need in his eyes.
The same need youâd been burying for months.
âLetâs get you to Hotel,â he said finally, his voice softer but still edged with something dangerous. âYou are coming with me. You shouldnât be alone right now.â
Instead of taking you to your room three doors down, Namjoon guided you gently toward his suite at the end of the hall. âCome to mine,â he said quietly. âI have a first aid kit. We should treat those marks before they bruise worse.â
You nodded, still shaken, letting him lead the way.
Namjoonâs hotel suite was a mess of books, lyric sheets, and half-empty coffee cupsâa reflection of his chaotic, beautiful mind.
You sat on the edge of his bed, your hands still trembling from the encounter with Minho. Namjoon didnât touch you, didnât sit too close at first. He just stayed with you, his presence steady and warm.
He paced for a while, muttering to himself about âfucking creepsâ and âstupid contracts.â You watched him, your heart aching at how unhinged he was, how much he cared.
âIâm okay, Joon,â you said finally, your voice soft. âReally.â
He stopped pacing, his eyes snapping to yours. âYouâre not okay. I saw your face. I saw how heââ
He cut himself off, dragging a hand over his face. âI shouldâve been there.â
âYou were,â you said. âYou stopped it.â
He shook his head, his jaw tight. âNot soon enough.â
Namjoon disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and returned with a small first aid kit. He sat beside you on the bed, close enough that his knee brushed yours, and gently took your wrist in his large, warm hand.
With careful movements, he applied a soothing ointment to the faint red marks, his thumb stroking lightly over your skin as if to erase the memory of the grip.
âThis should help,â he murmured, voice low and focused. âTell me if it stings.â
The room fell silent, the air thick with unspoken things.
You wanted to reach for him, to tell him it was okay, but the weight of the contract, the company, the rules held you back.
After a while, you stood, murmuring that you should head back to your own room just a few doors down the hall. He walked you there but didnât push to stay, respecting the fragile space between you.
The next day, you were back to work, but the incident lingered heavily. The boys were busy with final sound checks on stage, the distant thrum of music and Jin & Jungkookâs laughter echoing through the arena.
You slipped away backstage to check in something, almost against your will to the same dressing room where everything had happened yesterday.
As soon as you stepped inside, the memories flooded backâthe creep of Minhoâs voice, his tight grip on your wrist, the fear that had gripped your chest.
Your eyes grew teary, your breath shaky as you leaned against the wall, realising what could have possibly happened if Namjoon didn't arrive on time.
You didnât hear the soft knock on door behind you.
âHey,â Namjoon called, his voice low and gentle, muffled slightly as he stepped in. âItâs me. I saw you come this way during the break. The others are still on stage for another twenty minutes or so. Can I come in⊠properly?â
You wiped at your eyes quickly, trying to steady your breathing as you turned toward him.
âIâm fine,â you said, but your voice cracked, betraying the tears you couldnât quite hide. âReally, Joon. You should be with the members.â
He saw right through you.
His eyes softened with deep concern, but there was something else thereâsomething fierce and protective, layered with a tender longing that made your heart ache.
He stepped fully inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click, and leaned against the wall near the sink, giving you space but never taking his eyes off you.
The air between you felt charged, heavy with everything unsaid.
âIâve spent two years watching you carry everyone elseâs burdens,â he said, his voice low and steady, each word deliberate and full of quiet emotion.
âIâve seen you smile through things that would break anyone else. Iâve watched you put on that brave face after every missed call from your ex, after every long flight, after every crisis that wasnât even yours to fix. And Iâve stayed quiet, because I thought thatâs what you needed. And because of that damn contract. Because I didnât want to make things harder for you, or risk messing up what we already have.â
He took a slow step closer, his large hands twitching at his sides like he was physically fighting the urge to reach out and pull you into his arms.
âBut I canât do it anymore. I canât pretend I donât see you, that I donât feel you, every single day. Iâve been in love with you for so long it hurts, and Iââ
His voice broke, raw and vulnerable, and he looked down for a moment, jaw tight as he gathered himself.
âGod, saying it out loud feels terrifying. But I need you to tell me what you want. If you want me to keep my distance, to stay just your clumsy RM who brings you tea, I will. Iâll try my best, even if it kills me. But if you feel even a fraction of what I feel⊠if thereâs any part of you thatâs been wondering the same thing⊠say it. Please. I need to hear it from you.â
Your breath caught sharply in your throat, your heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest. The sincerity in his eyes, the way his voice trembled just slightly on the words âin love with you,â cracked open every wall youâd built.
Youâd spent so long burying your feelings, hiding behind professionalism and fear, convincing yourself this was impossible. But here he was, standing in the very room, offering his heart so openly.
âNamjoonâŠâ you whispered, your voice trembling as fresh tears welled up, not from fear this time but from overwhelming emotion.
âIâve wanted you for so long. Longer than I even admitted to myself. Every time you brought me tea, every quiet âyou okay?â after a bad day, every time I caught you looking at me like I was something precious⊠it killed me to pretend I didnât feel it too. But Iâm scared. The contract, the company, what this could mean for you and the boysââ
âI know,â he said softly, stepping even closer now, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with stage nerves.
His hand lifted slowly, hovering near your cheek before gently brushing a tear away with his thumb. âIâm scared too. Terrified, actually. But Iâd rather face every consequence, than keep pretending I donât love you. Youâre worth risking everything for. Tell me Iâm not alone in this. Tell me you feel it too.â
The dam broke completely.
The tension that had been building for months snapped like a live wire. You closed the distance in one desperate step, your hands reaching up to cup his face, fingers threading into his hair as your lips met his.
The kiss was soft at first, tentative and trembling.
But then it deepened with fierce intensityâhis arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against him as if he was afraid you might disappear.
His lips moved against yours with hungry passion, a slow burn turning into wildfire, tongues brushing in a dance that sent sparks down your spine. You could feel his heart racing against your chest, matching your own frantic rhythm.
Every brush of his fingers along your back, every soft groan he let out into your mouth, every second of built-up longing poured out in waves that left you dizzy and breathless.
He tasted like coffee and desperation, like every stolen glance and unspoken word finally set free. Your bodies pressed closer, his large frame enveloping you protectively as the kiss grew more urgent, more consuming.
Butterflies erupted wildly in your stomach, a fluttering storm of desire, relief, and pure love that made your knees weak.
Time seemed to stop in that dressing roomâthe same place that had brought terror now filled with something beautiful and electric.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, foreheads pressed together, lips swollen and eyes locked in a gaze full of wonder and heat.
Your hands stayed on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall.
âWeâre going to get in so much trouble,â you murmured, a shaky, breathless laugh escaping you as you traced his jaw with your thumb. âBut God, Joon⊠that felt right. So right.â
He smiled, those beloved dimples flashing, but his eyes remained serious and dark with emotion. âThen weâll face it together. No more hiding. I love you. Iâve loved you for so long I donât remember what it felt like before.â
âI love you too,â you whispered back, the words tasting like freedom on your tongue. âMore than I knew how to say.â
You lingered for another moment, stealing one more soft kiss, then another, the tension between you crackling like electricity. But reality nudged in.
You pulled back slightly, hands still on his chest.
âYou should probably head back,â you said softly, voice laced with reluctance.
âSound check is wrapping up, and the concert is in less than an hour. The boys will be looking for you. We⊠weâll talk more after. But for now... go. Be amazing as always out there.â
Namjoon nodded, pressing one last lingering kiss to your forehead, his arms squeezing you tight. âIâll be thinking of you every second Iâm on that stage. Weâll figure this out. Promise me youâll be okay until then?â
âI will,â you assured him, smiling through the lingering butterflies. âNow go, before someone comes looking.â
He stepped back reluctantly, eyes full of promises and heat, then slipped out the door, leaving you alone in the roomâheart racing, lips tingling, and the sweet tension of what was to come hanging thick in the air for the entire concert ahead.
The concert had ended hours ago, but the adrenaline still hummed wildly in your veins, mixing with something far more dangerous.
The entire ride back to the hotel had been pure torture.
You and Namjoon sat close in the van, the air thick with unspoken promises and weeks of pent-up tension. Every stolen glance, every accidental brush of his fingers against your thigh, every shared look that lingered too long had only worsened the ache that started the moment your lips met backstage.
The kiss you shared hours ago still burned on your skin, a promise of what was coming.
As you stepped off the elevator onto your floor, the hallway was quiet except for the sound of your racing heart.
You stopped in front of your door, just three rooms down from his, and turned to face him. Your body ached for him, heat pooling low in your belly, but you couldnât resist teasing him just a little longer.
You gave him a soft, playful smile, biting your lip as you looked up at him through your lashes. âI should probably head to my room,â you said, voice barely above a whisper. âItâs late⊠We wouldnât want to risk anything tonight, right?â
Namjoonâs eyes darkened instantly, the hunger in them unmistakable.
He stepped closer, towering over you, his presence overwhelming in the dimly lit hallway. He knew you wanted him just as badly... he could see it in the way your breath hitched, the way your thighs pressed together, the way you hadnât stopped looking at him since the concert ended.
âLike hell you are,â he growled low, his voice rough and filled with raw need. His large hand wrapped firmly around your wrist, not rough but possessive, pulling you toward his suite at the end of the hall.
âYou think I donât know exactly what youâre doing? Teasing me like this after that kiss backstage? After hours of this fucking tension building between us?â
You let out a soft, breathless laugh as he tugged you along, your pulse skyrocketing. âMaybe Iâm just being responsible, Joon. Wouldnât want to break any more rules tonightâŠâ
He stopped in front of his door, swiping his keycard with his free hand while keeping his grip on you. He leaned down, lips brushing your ear, voice dark and dripping with desire.
âResponsible? Baby, we both know you want this as much as I do. I saw how you looked at me during the encore. I felt how you trembled when I kissed your forehead. That tension from the dressing room? Itâs been killing you too. Stop pretending.â
The door clicked open.
Before you could tease him again, he pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you with a decisive thud.
âJoonââ you started, but he cut you off, pressing you against the closed door, his body flush against yours.
âNo more teasing,â he murmured, cupping your face with both hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks. âTell me you donât want me right now and Iâll let you go to your room. But we both know thatâs a lie.â
You shivered, staring into his intense eyes, the air between you thick and reeking of barely contained lust. âI do want you,â you whispered, finally giving in. âSo much it hurts.â
A low, satisfied groan escaped him. âGood girl.â
Namjoon was on you like a man starved.
His hands cupped your face as he crashed his lips against yours in a desperate, claiming kiss. The kiss was hot, messy, and full of two years of longingâtongues sliding, teeth nipping, breaths mingling.
He pressed you back against the door, his tall, strong body pinning you there, and you could feel every hard inch of him, especially the growing bulge straining against his jeans.
âFuck, you have no idea,â he murmured against your mouth, voice deep and wrecked as he kissed along your jaw, teeth grazing your skin. âNo idea how long Iâve wanted this. How many nights I lay awake thinking about you, touching myself while imagining it was you.â
âJoonâŠâ you gasped, your hands fisting in his shirt as your head fell back against the door. âWeâre really doing this. Weâre gonna get in so much trouble if anyone finds out.â
âLet them try to stop us,â he growled, his hands sliding down your sides, fingers digging possessively into your hips as he ground against you. âI donât give a fuck about the contract anymore. Youâre worth it. Youâre mine now.â
His fingers brushed over the faint marks still lingering on your wrist from Minho. His expression turned darker, almost feral. He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed the tender skin with aching reverence.
âLet me erase every fucking mark he left on you,â he said, voice low and dangerous. âNo one else gets to touch whatâs mine. Say it, baby.â
âIâm yours,â you whispered breathlessly.
He groaned at your words and suddenly lifted you, carrying you to the nearby couch. He set you down gently but urgently, then dropped to his knees in front of you like a man worshipping at an altar.
His hands slid up your thighs, pushing your dress higher, exposing your skin inch by inch.
âLook at you,â he breathed, eyes dark and intense as he stared up at you.
The sight of Kim Namjoon on his knees, broad shoulders between your legs, made your panties soaked. âSo fucking perfect. Tell me you want this. Tell me youâre mine.â
âIâm yours, Joon,â you moaned, voice shaking with need. âPlease⊠I need you.â
That was all the encouragement he needed.
He hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down slowly, letting them pool at your ankles.
Namjoon leaned in slowly, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. His lips were wet and sloppy, sucking gently, then harder, leaving faint marks of his own as his tongue dragged over your skin.
Your thighs trembled uncontrollably under the attention, the wet sounds of his kisses filling the room.
âFuck, these thighs,â he murmured reverently between kisses, his voice thick with lust. âSo soft⊠so fucking perfect. Iâve dreamed about burying my face between them for so long. Youâre shaking already, baby. You like when I kiss you here?â
âYes... Joon, please,â you whimpered, your hands gripping the couch cushions as your legs quivered.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your skin.
âGood girl. So responsive for me.â He continued his worship, sucking and licking higher, closer to where you needed him most, until you were a trembling, dripping mess.
Only then did he move in fully... his mouth was on you, hot, hungry, and relentless. He devoured you like a goddess, like heâd been starving for years and you were his salvation.
His tongue flicked over your clit with devastating precision before flattening to lick broad, messy stripes through your folds, tasting every inch of you.
He sucked your clit into his mouth, humming in pleasure as he worked you with expert skill.
âFuck, you taste so good,â he groaned against your core, the deep vibration making you cry out.
âSweeter than I imagined. So fucking wet for me already. This pretty pussy is dripping down my chin, baby. Youâre soaking me and I love it. I could stay here for hours, eating this sweet cunt until you canât take anymore.â
Your hands flew to his hair, gripping the soft strands tightly as your hips bucked against his face. âJoonâoh god, that feels so good⊠your mouthâfuck!â
He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his lips shiny with your arousal, eyes dark and intense. âYouâre doing so well for me. Such a good girl, letting me taste you like this. This pussy belongs to me now. Say it.â
âItâs yours,â you moaned, thighs trembling around his head. âAll yours, Joon.â
He dove back in with renewed hunger, sliding one thick finger inside you, curling it perfectly against that spot that made your back arch off the couch.
Then he added a second finger, stretching you open while his tongue worked your clit mercilesslyâsucking, licking, and flicking in a rhythm that had you seeing stars.
âThatâs it, baby. Ride my face,â he growled between licks, his free hand gripping your thigh possessively. âYouâre so tight around my fingers. So fucking perfect. I can feel you clenching already. Come for me, princess. Let me taste how good I make you feel.â
âJoon... oh god, Iâm so close already,â you whimpered, voice breaking as the pleasure built unbearably. âYouâre gonna make me... fuck, Iâm gonna cumââ
âLook at me,â he commanded, pulling back just enough for his dark eyes to lock onto yours, fingers still pumping steadily. âI want you to watch whoâs making you fall apart. Who this pretty pussy belongs to. Come on my tongue like the good girl you are.â
You obeyed, eyes locked with his as he sucked harder on your clit, fingers thrusting faster and deeper. The coil in your stomach snapped violently.
You came with a loud, broken cry, thighs shaking around his head, waves of intense pleasure crashing over you as you gushed on his tongue.
But Namjoon didnât stop.
He kept licking and fingering you through every aftershock, devouring every drop like he couldnât get enough, murmuring praises against your oversensitive flesh.
âThatâs my good girl⊠so fucking beautiful when you cum for me. Give me another one, baby. Iâm not done worshipping you yet.â
You whimpered his name like a prayer, oversensitive and trembling, but he continued his relentless devotion until you were a moaning, shaking mess beneath him.
He finally stood, lips glistening with your arousal, and kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss was filthy and loving all at once, his tongue sliding against yours as if he couldnât get enough of you.
âOH... God... youâre mine,â he repeated against your mouth, voice rough and possessive, sending shivers down your spine. âSay it again while I fuck you. I need to hear it.â
âIâm yours,â you gasped breathlessly between kisses, your hands clutching his shoulders. âAnd Iâll repeat it everytime you ask me, Joon. Only yours.â
He groaned deeply at your words, the sound vibrating through his chest. âFuck, baby⊠you have no idea what you do to me.â
He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he carried you to the bed.
The way he held you... so strong yet so careful, made your heart swell with love even as raw lust burned between you. He laid you down gently on the mattress, but his eyes were dark with hunger.
You reached for him immediately, tossing off his shirt, hands tracing every line of his toned chest and faint scars, worshipping the body youâd wanted for so long. He shoved down his jeans and boxers in one motion. His cock sprang freeâthick, hard, and leaking at the tip.
âNeed you so fucking bad,â he rasped, settling between your spread thighs. He spread you open with his large hands, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick, sensitive entrance, teasing you mercilessly.
âYouâre so wet for me already. Been thinking about this since that kiss backstage, havenât you? All through the concert I was hard just remembering how you tasted on my tongue.â
âYes,â you moaned, hips rolling up desperately, trying to pull him inside. âPlease, Joon. I want you inside me. Iâve wanted this for so long⊠I canât wait anymore.â
He leaned down, forehead pressed to yours, breathing heavily.
The tension in the air was electricâthick with love, lust, and years of suppressed desire. âI love you,â he whispered fiercely, voice trembling with emotion. âI love you so much it hurts. But right now I need to fuck you like Iâve been dying to.â
He reached over to the jeans pockets, fumbling for a moment before pulling out a condom. A mischievous, slightly embarrassed smirk tugged at his lips as he tore the packet open with his teeth.
You blinked, chest heaving. âWait⊠you already have those here?â
Namjoon chuckled lowly, rolling the condom down his thick length with steady hands, eyes never leaving yours. âI may have⊠asked the members for one after the concert. Told them I needed it for âreasons.â Jin-hyung gave me three with the biggest shit-eating grin. They definitely know somethingâs up.â
You let out a breathless laugh, cheeks burning even as arousal pulsed through you. âGreat. Now everyoneâs going to know. By tomorrow the whole group chat is going to be unbearable.â
âLet them talk,â he growled, positioning himself at your entrance again, rubbing the tip against your clit teasingly. âI donât care. As long as youâre mine.â
He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching you deliciously. You gasped sharply, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure bordered on overwhelming.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he groaned, forehead pressed to yours, voice strained with the effort of holding back. âSo perfect around me. You okay, baby? Tell me if itâs too much.â
âIâm goodâfuck, Joon, you feel incredible,â you begged, rolling your hips up to take more of him. âMove, please. I need all of you. Love me. Fuck me. Make me forget everything except you.â
He kissed you hard, full of love and raw lust, then started movingâdeep, powerful thrusts that stole your breath. The room filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, your shared moans, and whispered words of love and filth.
âIâve got you,â he murmured against your lips between thrusts. âIâm never letting you go.â
He didnât hold back.
His pace was rough and desperate, hips snapping forward as he fucked you deep and hard, each powerful thrust pushing you further into the mattress.
The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your breathy moans and his low groans, filling the room with raw, filthy heat. The air was thick and heavy with the scent of sex and sweat.
âLook at me,â he demanded again, voice rough and commanding.
One of his large hands slid up to rest possessively around your throat... not squeezing, just holding you there, claiming you.
His eyes burned into yours as he drove into you relentlessly. âI want to see your face when you come on my cock. Say youâre mine, baby. Say it like you mean it.â
âIâm yours,â you gasped, eyes locked on his, your voice breaking with every deep thrust. âOnly yours, Joon. Fuckâharder! Please, I need moreââ
âThatâs my girl,â he growled, his hips slamming into you even harder, deeper, the wet sound of your bodies meeting echoing louder.
âGod, I love you so fucking much. You have no idea how long Iâve been dying for this. How many nights I lay awake aching for you, knowing you were with your ex⊠and he didnât even deserve to breathe the same air as you.â
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, desperate kiss while continuing to thrust into you with punishing rhythm.
When he pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes dark with lust and raw emotion.
âEvery time that bastard ignored your texts, every time he forgot you at the airport, every time I saw that sad smile on your face⊠it fucking killed me,â he confessed between heavy thrusts, voice strained but full of passion.
âI wanted to pull you into my arms and tell you that you deserved someone who would worship the ground you walk on. Someone who would kiss the fucking floor you step on. I would never treat you like that. Never. Youâre my everything.â
âJoonâŠâ you moaned loudly, your nails raking down his back as pleasure coiled tighter inside you. The way he was looking at you... so possessive, so obsessed, yet so full of love, made your heart ache with overwhelming emotion.
âIâm obsessed with you,â he admitted hoarsely, hips snapping forward again, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over. âIâve been obsessed for two fucking years. Watching you, wanting you, loving you from a distance because I respected you too much to ever do anything until you werenât ready.â
His thrusts grew even more intense, deep and claiming, his hand still possessively around your throat as he stared into your eyes.
âNo one else gets to see you like this,â he growled, voice dripping with lust and devotion. âNo one else gets to hear you like this. Youâre mine to worship. Mine to ruin. Mine to love until the end of time. Tell me again, baby. Tell me who you belong to while I fuck you senseless.â
âYou!â you cried out, tears of overwhelming pleasure and love pricking your eyes. âOnly you, Joon. I love you so muchââ
âThatâs it,â he groaned, pounding into you harder, chasing both your pleasure and his. âCome for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart. Iâve waited so long for this. So fucking long.â
The tension, the confessions, the raw love mixed with filthy lust pushed you over the edge. You came hard, clenching around his cock, crying out his name as stars exploded behind your eyes, your entire body shaking.
Namjoon followed right after, burying himself deep inside you with a guttural groan, hips stuttering as he spilled into the condom. He stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily against your neck, before slowly pulling out.
He collapsed beside you, immediately pulling you into his strong arms. His lips brushed your temple, then your forehead, soft and reverent after the raw passion.
âIâve got you,â he murmured tenderly, his fingers tracing lazy, soothing patterns on your back. âIâm never letting you go. I love you. More than youâll ever know.â
You curled into his chest, heart still racing, body buzzing with aftershocks. âI love you too. So much. I never knew how much you were holding back⊠how deeply you felt all this time.â
For the first time in years, wrapped in his arms, you felt truly safe, wanted, completely loved and utterly claimed.
The next morning, reality crashed down.
You woke up in Namjoonâs arms, his warmth enveloping you, but the weight of what youâd done settled in your chest like a stone.
The contract. The company. The consequences.
âWeâre fucked,â you muttered, burying your face in his chest.
Namjoon stirred, his arms tightening around you instinctively.
He let out a low, sleepy chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. âProbably. But damn⊠it was worth it, wasnât it?â His hand rubbed slow circles on your back, gentle and reassuring.
You swatted his arm, but you couldnât help the smile tugging at your lips. âYouâre an idiot.â
âYour idiot,â he said, kissing your forehead.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes still hazy with sleep but filled with unwavering affection. âGood morning, by the way. How are you feeling? Any regrets?â
You shook your head, tracing idle patterns on his chest with your fingertip.
âNo regrets,â you whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly. âI love you.â
âI love you more,â he murmured against your lips, deepening the kiss.
You both knew what had to happen.
You insisted on telling the company yourself, before anyone could twist the story. You marched into your superiorâs office, your heart pounding, Namjoonâs hand brushing yours one last time before you went in.
âLet them fire me,â you told him, your voice fierce. âIâm not giving you up.â
He smiled, his eyes soft. âWeâll figure it out. Together.â
They didnât fire youâbecause, you were too good at your job, and Namjoon was RM. But you were reassigned, pulled off BTSâs team and moved to a different department.
It stung, but Namjoon was relentless.
He confessed to you, to the company, to anyone who would listen.
Months later, you were no longer his manager, but you were his.
The company eventually worked out a quiet dealâthanks to Jinâs smooth persuasions and Yoongiâs terrifyingly calm emails.
You stayed on as a general coordinator, traveling with the group when needed. You and Namjoon kept things low-key in public, but the boys knew.
And they loved it.
Backstage before the concert, the energy was electric.
You stood close to Namjoon, fussing over his in-ear mic.
âHold still, Joon,â you murmured softly, your fingers carefully tucking the earpiece and smoothing the wire along his neck. âWhy do I always end up doing this? Youâd probably walk on stage with it dangling if I didnât check.â
Namjoon looked down at you with a fond, dimpled smile, his voice low and teasing just for you. âBecause you worry about me too much. But Iâm a grown man, you know. I can handle my own mic⊠most of the time.â
You rolled your eyes playfully as your fingers brushed his collar, straightening it with gentle tugs.
âA grown man who dropped his phone in a water this morning? Yeah, sure. I fuss because someone has to keep the genius RM from technical disasters right before he owns the stage.â
He chuckled warmly, his hands lightly resting on your waist as you moved to brush a tiny piece of lint off his crisp black shirt. The simple, domestic gesture felt so natural now.
âYou donât have to, but I love that you do,â he admitted quietly, eyes soft. âMakes me feel like the luckiest guy here. Even if the members are about to roast me for it.â
The others noticed immediately.
Jinâs voice boomed with dramatic flair as he leaned against a nearby equipment case. âYah! Look at this! Whereâs the wedding invite, huh? I need to clear my schedule for the big day and be the emcee.â
Jungkook, bouncing on his heels with a mischievous grin, jumped in right away. âHyung, do I get to be the flower boy? Or maybe the ring bearer? I promise I wonât drop them⊠probably.â
Jimin clapped his hands together, eyes sparkling with delight. âOh my god, you two are so cute it hurts. Look at her fixing his collar like a proper wife already! Namjoon-hyung, youâre blushing so hard right now.â
Taehyung pretended to wipe away fake tears. âI canât believe this. My favorite hyung is all domesticated now. Next thing you know, sheâll be packing his snacks and reminding him not to lose his passport again.â
Hobi laughed brightly, pulling out his phone to snap a quick photo. âThis is pure gold! Someone pass the tissues... Iâm getting emotional!â
Yoongi, ever the calm one, smirked from his seat while adjusting his own mic. âYou all talk too much. Let them be. Though⊠yeah, keep the heart eyes off in public.â
Namjoon groaned loudly, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as he rubbed the back of his neck.
He gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you aside, away from the groupâs prying eyes and teasing laughter, his large hands settling warmly on your hips.
âTheyâre never gonna let me live this down,â he muttered, voice low and slightly embarrassed, though his eyes were soft and full of affection as he looked at you.
You smirked up at him, your hands resting on his chest as you tilted your head playfully. âYou love it. Deep down, you love all this chaos. Admit itâit makes you smile bigger when they tease you about me.â
He chuckled, dimples deepening as he leaned in closer, forehead almost touching yours. âOkay, maybe a little. But mostly I just love you. Even when theyâre being absolute gremlins about it.â
From behind you, Jin called out again, âYah, lovebirds! Save the whispering for after the encore! Some of us are trying to focus here!â
Jungkook added with a laugh, âYeah, hyung! If you drop the mic tonight because youâre too busy staring at her, Iâm telling everyone itâs because of love sickness!â
You both laughed, and Namjoon pressed a quick, soft kiss to your temple before reluctantly letting go.
âWeâll continue this later,â he whispered promisingly.
Later that night, after the concertâs high energy had settled, the group gathered for a late dinner in a private room. Soju bottles were passed around as the boys recounted the showâs highlights, but the teasing quickly turned back to you and Namjoon.
Taehyung raised his glass dramatically. âTo the real MVP tonight â our ex-manager who somehow keeps this clumsy giant in line!â
Jimin leaned forward with a grin. âTell us again about the phone incident this morning. Namjoon-hyung, how are you a genius and a disaster at the same time?â
Namjoon groaned but smiled, his arm draped casually around your shoulders. âIt was one time. And sheâs a saint for putting up with me.â
You nudged him playfully. âOne time? Babe, itâs at least the third this month your phone have been rescued by me. But I wouldnât trade your clumsy ass for anything.â
Hobi nearly spit out his soju laughing. âSee! Thatâs true love right there. She calls him âbabeâ now!â
Jin wiped his eyes, still chuckling.
Namjoon leaned close to you amid the laughter, his lips brushing your ear, voice dropping to that low, teasing register that always sent shivers down your spine.
âIgnore them. Letâs get back to the room soon. I owe you some real worship tonight... slow, thorough, the kind that makes you forget all their teasing.â
Your face flushed hot, but you couldnât hide the smile spreading across your lips or the excited flutter in your chest.
As the boys erupted into mock-scandalized shouts... âYah, we heard that!â from Jin, and âGet a room!â from Jungkook, you leaned into Namjoonâs side, feeling perfectly content.
You knew one thing for sure... you were his, and he was yours.
Contract or no contract, nothing was going to change that.
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Your Eyes Tell - Pt. II
Pairing: Famous-Artist!Jimin x Reader Genre: Emotional Angst, Established Relationship (before reader left), Breakup (without proper closure), Second-Chance Romance, Fluff, guilt, healing, Smut, Right-Person-Wrong-Timing AU Word Count: ~6.5k Warnings: heartbreak, feeling of abandonment, mentions of car accident & losing eyesight, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), fingering, nipple sucking, lots of kissing and crying, worshipful sex, unprotected sex (refrain IRL), messy emotions, guilt, healing, tears during intimacy, emotional intimacy after 5 years of separation. Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI [MASTERLIST] [Your Eyes Tell - Pt. 1]
Five years had passed like a long, muted song.
You returned to Seoul in early summer, the air thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt. The city felt both familiar and foreign, its rhythm faster, louder, brighter than the quiet life you had built elsewhere.
Your grandma had insisted you come with her to the wedding. âThe brideâs grandmother is my oldest friend,â sheâd said, squeezing your arm gently. âAnd youâve been hiding too long, my dear.â
You didnât argue.
You rarely did these days.
The wedding hall was warm and golden, filled with soft chatter and the delicate chime of champagne glasses. You sat near the middle of the rows, fingers lightly gripping the edge of your clutch, your white cane resting against your leg.
Your grandma sat beside you, her familiar lavender perfume grounding you. Even without sight, you could feel the joy in the room... the rustle of hanboks, the laughter, the anticipation.
Then the lights dimmed slightly for the musical performance.
A single voice floated through the hallâsoft, aching, impossibly familiar. It wrapped around your chest like warm hands you had tried so hard to forget.
Your breath caught.
The world narrowed to that voice. Jimin.
Even after five years, it hadnât changed.
If anything, it had grown deeper, richer, carrying the weight of everything he had lived through. Every note carried the ghost of rainy nights, cheap kimbap, trembling promises, and the way he used to whisper âI love youâ against your skin.
Tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them. You werenât even facing the stage. You couldnât see him.
But you didnât need to.
That voice had lived inside your bones for years.
Your grandmaâs hand found yours and squeezed tightly. She didnât say anything. She didnât have to.
On stage, Jiminâs voice faltered for half a beat the moment his eyes landed on you. The microphone picked up the tiny hitch, but only those paying close attention would notice.
He kept singing, but his gaze never left the woman in the soft green dress sitting beside an elderly lady... you.
Hair no longer fell into his eyes the way it used to... it was longer and styled neatly now, and his shoulders had broadened under the tailored suit. But the look in his eyes was the same one he had given you on the floor of that tiny apartment.
Raw... Desperate... Full of love.
The song ended too soon.
Applause erupted, warm and loud. You stood up abruptly, heart hammering against your ribs. Your cane felt slippery in your suddenly damp palm.
âI need air,â you whispered to your grandma, voice trembling.
âWait, sweetheartââ She tried to hold your arm, but you were already moving, too overwhelmed, too fragile. The cane tapped quickly against the floor as you tried to navigate the aisle, desperate to escape before the tears became sobs.
You moved too fast.
A chair leg caught your cane.
You stumbled forward, heart lurching...
Strong arms caught you before you could fall. A familiar scent, clean soap, faint cologne, and something that still smelled like home, enveloped you as your body collided with a solid chest.
Your cane clattered to the floor.
Your clutch slipped from your fingers.
Jimin had jumped down from the low stage the moment he saw you stand.
He didnât think. He just ran.
His arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand pressing against your back, the other cradling the back of your head as he picked up your things and pulled you into a quiet corner behind a large floral arrangement, away from curious eyes.
You couldnât hold yourself up.
Your knees gave out.
Jimin lowered with you, never letting go, until both of you were kneeling on the cool marble floor. His hands trembled as they framed your face, thumbs brushing away the tears that wouldnât stop falling.
â...Itâs you,â he breathed, voice cracking the same way it did that night years ago. âItâs really you.â
You couldnât speak.
Your fingers clutched at his suit jacket like it was the only real thing left in the world. The fabric was expensive now, but underneath it was the same heartbeat you used to fall asleep to.
Jiminâs forehead pressed against yours, just like he used to do.
His breath shook.
âYouâre crying,â he whispered, almost broken. âWhy are you crying, love?â
Your hands moved before you could think.
Trembling fingers rose to his face, tracing every familiar line you had memorized in the dark for five long years. You started at his temples, fingertips brushing the soft strands of his long hair that still fell forward just a little.
Then down to his eyebrows, the delicate curve of his eyelids, the long lashes you used to tease him about. You felt the wetness on his own cheeks and your breath hitched.
âJiminâŠâ you breathed, voice barely audible.
Your thumbs traced the bridge of his nose, the sharp line of his cheekbones, the small mole on cheekbone just below his right eye. Finally, your fingers reached his lips... those same lips that had once kissed your tears away, that had whispered promises into your skin.
They were trembling under your touch.
Jimin froze, confused.
His hands gently held your wrists, not stopping you, but clearly lost.
âWhat⊠what are you doing?â he murmured, voice thick with emotion.
His eyes searched your face, but you werenât looking back at him. Your gaze was slightly off, unfocused, staring somewhere past his shoulder even as your hands mapped him with heartbreaking tenderness.
Then his eyes dropped.
The white cane lying on the floor beside you. The way your fingers moved like you were reading him instead of seeing him.
His breath caught sharply. â...Your eyesâŠâ
You didnât let him finish.
Your hands slid down to fist the front of his expensive suit shirt, gripping it so tightly your knuckles turned white. A broken sob tore from your throat.
âWhy are you still calling me love?â you choked out, voice cracking.
âYou should hate me, Jimin. You should hate me for leaving you like that. Why donât you hate me? I-I left⊠even after I promised Iâd never leave your side. I broke every promise we made in that tiny apartment. I abandoned you when you needed me most. So why⊠why are you still holding me like this? Why are you crying for me?â
Jiminâs hands came up to cover yours, pressing them harder against his chest so you could feel how wildly his heart was beating.
âI could never hate you,â he whispered fiercely, his voice shaking with the weight of five years of grief.
âNever. I thought⊠I thought I failed you. I couldnât give you the future I promised... the ring, the restaurant, the songs, the life you deserved. I had nothing back then. How could I blame you for leaving someone who had empty pockets and broken dreams? I only hated myself for not being enough.â
You shook your head violently, tears streaming down your face.
Your grip on his shirt tightened as if he might disappear.
âIt wasnât like that,â you sobbed.
âWhen you went to Busan⊠few days later⊠I met with an accident on the way back from my convenience store shift. A car⊠it hit me. I woke up in the hospital two days later and⊠and I couldnât see anything, Jimin. Nothing. The doctors said the damage was permanent. I was blind.â
Jiminâs entire body went rigid.
A wounded sound escaped his throat, something between a gasp and a sob. His hands moved to cradle your face again, thumbs frantically brushing your tears as if he could wipe away the pain.
âNo⊠no, baby, Oh God no...â
âYes... It is,â you whispered, voice breaking. âI made Grandma promise not to tell you. I knew you. I knew if you found out, you would drop everything... your music, your dreams, the tiny label that had just started noticing you. You would have come running back to take care of me, and I couldnât let that happen.â
A tiny broken sob escaped your mouth but you continued. âI couldnât be the reason you gave up on everything you worked so hard for. So⊠I left. I told Grandma we had to move to our old countryside home immediately. I asked her to help me record that voice note. I thought⊠if I sounded convincing enough, you would let me go. You would finally fly.â
Jimin was shaking now.
His forehead pressed harder against yours, tears falling onto your cheeks, mixing with your own.
âYou idiotâŠâ he choked out, voice raw with pain and love.
âYou silly, stubborn idiot. Do you really think any dream mattered more than you? I would have burned every stage, every song, every chance at fame if it meant being by your side. I spent five years writing letters to a ghost, thinking you left because I wasnât enough⊠and all this time...â
His voice broke completely.
He pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping around you so tightly it felt like he was trying to merge your broken pieces back together.
âIâm so sorry,â you cried into his shirt, fists still clutching the fabric.
âIâm so sorry I hurt you. I listened to your songs, you know. Every single one. Even when it felt like my heart was being torn apart, I played them on repeat. Your voice⊠it kept me alive, Jimin. But I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was setting you free.â
âYou were never holding me back,â he whispered against your hair, lips brushing your temple.
âYou were the only reason I kept going. Every song was for you. Every night on stage, I sang to the version of you I lost. I would trade all of it... just to have those rainy nights back with you.â
You let out a watery laugh through your sobs, your fingers tracing his jaw again, needing to feel him. âYouâre famous now⊠My star. Iâm so proud of you. Even if I canât see it, I feel it. Your voice sounds even more beautiful than before.â
Jimin cupped your face, pressing soft, desperate kisses to your forehead, your closed eyelids, the tears on your lashes.
âThen let me be your eyes,â he whispered fiercely.
âLet me show you the world again. Let me love you the way I should have been loving you for all these years. Please⊠donât run from me again. I canât lose you twice.â
At that moment, hurried footsteps approached.
Your grandma appeared around the corner, breathless, her hand pressed to her chest. When she saw the two of you kneeling on the floor... you in Jiminâs arms, both crying, fresh tears welled up in her eyes.
âOh, my childâŠâ she whispered, voice thick. She quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand and stepped closer.
Jimin looked up at her, still holding you protectively.
Grandmaâs voice trembled as she spoke.
âJimin... Five years ago, I tried so hard to make her understand. I told her it was wrong, that you deserved to know the truth, that love like yours doesnât disappear just because life gets hard. But she was so stubborn⊠so scared of becoming a burden to you.â
She looked at Jimin with sad, kind eyes. âShe begged me. Sat in the dark, crying, practicing that voice note over and over until her voice gave out.â
âShe made me record it three times because she said it didnât sound convincing enough. I helped her because⊠because I thought her heart would break completely if you gave up your dream for her. But seeing you two like this now⊠I wish I had been stronger and stopped her.â
You turned your face toward your grandmaâs voice, still leaning heavily into Jiminâs chest. âGrandma⊠Iââ
âNo, sweetheart,â she said gently, crouching down with some difficulty and placing a hand on your back. âMaybe it is time for this pain to come out. Maybe fate brought us here today for a reason.â
Jimin looked between you and your grandma, his arms never loosening. âIâm not letting her go again,â he said quietly, but with steel in his voice. âNo matter what. Not now. Not ever.â
He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, then whispered against your hair, voice full of quiet determination and endless love, âWeâve lost enough time, my love. Let me take you home.â
Jimin didnât let you go for a long time.
Your grandma stood nearby, watching with soft, teary eyes.
âCome home with me,â Jimin whispered against your temple. âYou too, Grandma.â
You nodded against his chest, too exhausted and overwhelmed to argue. Your grandma gently agreed, and soon Jimin was guiding you both out of the wedding hall with careful steps.
His driver waited outside.
The ride to his apartment was quiet, filled only with the low hum of the city and the occasional sniffle from you. When the elevator doors opened straight into his penthouse apartment, your grandmaâs breath audibly hitched.
The space was beautifulâspacious, luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering Seoul skyline. Soft lighting bathed everything in warmth.
But it wasnât the luxury that made her stop.
It was the photographs.
Everywhere.
Large framed photos of you on the console table near the entrance. A candid shot of you laughing in the tiny old apartment, hair messy, holding a bowl of ramen.
Another on the living room wallâyou asleep on the couch with Jiminâs guitar resting across your lap.
Smaller ones of you and him together on the coffee table, on the shelves, even one beside a vase of fresh flowers on the grand piano in the corner.
In every single frame, you were smiling, glowing, loved.
âS-SweetheartâŠâ your grandma whispered, her voice trembling as she gently touched your arm. âYour photographs⊠theyâre everywhere.â
You froze, fingers tightening around Jiminâs sleeve. âWhat⊠what do you mean?â
âHe has pictures of you all over his home,â she said softly, tears filling her eyes again. âNot just one or two. It looks like⊠like he built this entire place around the memory of you. The way he used to look at you in these photos⊠he never stopped.â
The realization crashed into you like a wave.
Five years.
You had spent five years convincing yourself that leaving was the kindest thing you could do... that he would move on, find success, find someone new who could stand beside him in the spotlight.
But here was the proof, quiet and devastating, that he had carried you with him every single day.
A broken sob tore from your throat. Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks as you turned toward Jiminâs warmth, burying your face in his chest.
âYou⊠you kept me here?â you whispered, voice muffled against his shirt. âAll this time?â
Jiminâs arms wrapped around you tighter, one hand stroking your hair. His own eyes were glassy as he looked at your grandma, then back at you.
âHow could I not?â he said, voice thick with emotion. âEvery time I came home, I needed to see your smile. These photos⊠they were the only way I could talk to you when the silence got too loud. Iâd come back from tours exhausted and sit right there on that couch, telling you about my day like you could hear me.â
You clutched his shirt harder, shaking.
âI thought⊠I thought by now youâd have a beautiful life. A partner who could see the stages you stand on, who could cheer for you without needing someone to guide her. I told myself I did the right thing, that you were shining brighter without me. But this⊠this hurts more than anything, Jimin. Knowing you were suffering like this⊠alone with my ghosts.â
Jimin cupped your face, thumbs brushing your tears even though his own were falling. âI was never alone. Not really. You were always here,â he said, pressing your hand over his heart.
âEvery song, every late night, every time I almost gave up... I remembered your voice saying âyouâre enough.â Thatâs what kept me going. These photos arenât just memories, love. Theyâre my reason.â
Your grandma wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, watching the two of you with a mix of heartbreak and quiet relief. She didnât interrupt, letting the heavy, healing silence stretch between you.
The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains. You sat at the dining table with Jimin, his hand never far from yours. He had made breakfast, the kind he used to make in the old apartment even when money was tight.
But now it was served on beautiful plates in this spacious kitchen.
Your grandma watched everything quietly.
She noticed how Jimin automatically pulled out your chair, then gently guided your hand to the spoon. How he placed the glass of water exactly where your fingers would find it without asking.
When you reached for the side dish, he quietly cut the pieces smaller and moved the plate closer, all while continuing a soft conversation.
âYou still rememberâŠâ your grandma murmured, voice thick with emotion.
Jimin looked up, a small, sad smile on his face. âHow could I forget? Taking care of her⊠itâs the most natural thing in the world to me.â
You reached for his hand, squeezing it. âJiminâŠâ
After breakfast, your grandma stood up slowly, smoothing her dress. âMy train back to the countryside is in a few hours. I should get going. You were supposed to come with me, sweetheart, butâŠâ
Jimin stood up immediately, voice gentle but firm. âPlease⊠let her stay here with me. Just for a while. We have so much to talk about. So much time to make up. I promise Iâll take care of her. Iâll keep her safe.â
Your grandma waited for your answer.
You nodded, a small but certain movement, cheeks still flushed from emotion.
âYes, Grandma,â you said softly. âI want to stay. With him.â
She let out a shaky breath, then smiled through fresh tears. She walked over and cupped your face with both hands, kissing your forehead.
âAlright then,â she whispered. âI can see it now. This boy never forgot how to love you. Not for a single day.â
She turned to Jimin, her eyes warm but serious. âTake care of my granddaughter, Park Jimin. Donât let her run away with her stubborn heart again. And you...â she said to you, â...let yourself be loved. No more sacrifices in the dark.â
Jimin bowed slightly, voice full of gratitude. âI wonât let her go. Thank you⊠for bringing her back to me yesterday.â
Your grandma pulled him into a quick hug, then stepped back.
âCall me every day,â she told you, voice cracking. âBoth of you. And when youâre ready⊠come visit me together. The countryside house still has that old guitar of yours, Jimin, which she took with her.â
You stood up with Jiminâs help, hugging her tightly. âI love you, Grandma. Thank you for everything⊠even when I was too blind to see it.â
She laughed softly through her tears. âMy silly girl. I love you too. Now go live the life you both deserve.â
As she left, the door closing softly behind her, the apartment fell into a gentle quiet. Jimin pulled you into his arms again, resting his chin on your head.
âItâs just us now,â he whispered. âNo more running. No more goodbyes.â
You nodded against his chest, heart aching and healing all at once. âNo more goodbyes.â
The days that followed felt like learning a song you once knew by heart, but now the rhythm had changed... gentler, slower, more careful.
Jiminâs apartment, slowly transformed around you.
He didnât make a big announcement. He simply started one morning, humming an old melody under his breath, while you were resting on the couch.
You heard the soft scrape of furniture, the gentle beep of new devices being set up, the rustle of labels being placed. When you asked what he was doing, he came over, took your hands, and guided you through the space.
âI want you to feel safe here,â he said softly, voice full of quiet determination. âNot because I pity youânever that. Because this is our home now, and I want it to welcome you the way I do.â
He showed you everything, step by step.
The edges of tables and countertops now had soft tactile strips so you could feel where they ended. Furniture was rearranged in clear, open pathways, no more unexpected corners.
Voice-assisted speakers and sensors were installed, responding to simple commands.
In the kitchen, he placed raised dots on all the spice jars and labelled the cabinets in Braille-like tactile markers he had quickly learned how to make.
âI hired someone to help with the technical parts,â he admitted one afternoon, guiding your fingers over a new smart thermostat.
âBut the layout⊠that was me. I remembered how you used to move in our old place. How you liked the window near the couch for the afternoon sun on your skin.â
You traced the smooth edge of the counter. âJimin⊠you didnât have toââ
âI wanted to,â he interrupted gently, pulling you into his arms. âBack then I had nothing. Now I do. Let me use it for the person I love most.â
You buried your face in his chest, inhaling that familiar scent. âI feel like Iâm intruding on the life you built without me.â
He kissed the top of your head. âThis life was always waiting for you. It was just⊠incomplete.â
One quiet evening, a few weeks later, you were curled up on the couch together. Jiminâs fingers were absently playing with your hair when you asked the question that had been lingering.
âTell me about these five years, Jimin. Really tell me. Not the version from interviews I had already heard. The real one.â
He was silent for a long moment.
Then he stood up and returned with a stack of worn notebooks... dozens of them, some with frayed edges, others stained with coffee or tears.
âI wrote to you,â he said, voice rough. âAlmost every day. Even when it hurt too much to speak out loud.â
He opened the first one, the pages crinkling softly.
His voice trembled as he began to read:
âDear love, I saw the first snow today. It reminded me of the night we tried to make snowflakes out of paper in the apartment because we couldnât afford real winter dates. I stood outside the studio for twenty minutes, letting it fall on my face, wishing you were there to catch them.â
He flipped to another, voice growing thicker.
âDear love, They played our song in a cafĂ© today... the one I wrote about rainy nights and your vanilla scent. I had to leave before I broke down in front of strangers. Are you eating properly? Are you sleeping properly? Do you still hum when youâre thinking?â
Page after page. Some were short and aching:
âI miss your laugh in the mornings.â
Others were longer, filled with dreams and regrets:
âI got my first big stage today. The lights were so bright, but everything felt grey. I looked out at the crowd and wondered if you were somewhere listening. I still owe you a restaurant that only serves your spicy rice cakes. Iâm sorry Iâm still so far from that promise.â
You were crying silently by the third letter, hands reaching for the notebooks. Your fingers traced the worn covers, feeling the indentations of his pen.
âI convinced myself you were happier without me,â you whispered, voice breaking. âBut you were here⊠breaking every day. Jimin, I ruined five years of your life.â
He set the notebook down and pulled you onto his lap, holding you close as sobs shook your body.
âNo,â he said fiercely, lips against your hair.
âYou didnât ruin anything. I was the one who couldnât protect you. When I think about you alone in that hospital, waking up blind and choosing to leave so I could chase music⊠it kills me. I should have been there. I should have known something was wrong when the messages stopped.â
You shook your head, clutching his shirt. âIt was my choice. My stupid, stubborn choice. I thought I was being strong for you.â
âAnd I thought leaving you behind in my heart was the only way to survive,â he murmured.
âWe both carried guilt that wasnât ours to carry. The accident wasnât your fault. My career wasnât yours to sacrifice for. We were just⊠two people who loved each other too much to see clearly.â
You traced his face again... eyes, nose, lips. âI donât want to carry it anymore. I want to learn you again. The man you are now.â
He smiled against your fingers, a real, soft smile. âAnd I want to be your eyes. Not because you need fixing... youâre already perfect to me... but because I missed sharing the world with you.â
The healing came in small, everyday moments.
One afternoon, Jimin took you out for groceries... a simple date in a quiet neighbourhood store. As you walked hand-in-hand, he described everything softly.
âThereâs a huge billboard on the building across the street,â he said, amused warmth in his voice. âMy face is on it. I look⊠kind of serious. The fans added heart stickers around it with messages.â
You laughed, squeezing his arm. âDo you look beautiful?â
âAccording to the fans, yes,â he teased. âBut I still think I looked better when my hair was messy and I was wearing the hoodie that you gifted me in our tiny apartment.â
You leaned into him. âI wish I could see it. But hearing you describe it⊠itâs enough. Youâre living the dream we used to talk about on the floor with instant tteokbokki.â
He stopped walking, turning you gently to face him. âThe dream means nothing if I canât share it with you. These past weeks⊠hearing your laugh again, feeling you navigate the apartment like you own it now⊠itâs healing me more than any stage ever could.â
Back at home, the awkwardness of relearning each other slowly melted away.
He discovered the small things about your new life... how you had relearned everything around you by touch and smell in your grandmaâs countryside home, how you listened to audiobooks of poetry late at night, how you sometimes still reached for things that werenât there.
You discovered his... the way fame made him both confident and lonely, how he still bit his lip when nervous before big performances, how he kept a small vanilla candle on the nightstand even now.
One night, months after fate had brought you back together, as rain tapped against the large windows, you lay in bed together, legs tangled.
âI still feel guilty sometimes,â you admitted quietly, fingers tracing the scar on his ribs.
âMe too,â he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âBut weâre choosing each other again. Every day. Thatâs how we heal.â
You smiled, pulling him closer. âThen promise me something.â
âAnything.â
âNo more letters to ghosts. Write songs for the woman whoâs right here.â
He laughed softly, the sound warm and full of hope. âI already started. The first line is: When the world turns dark for you, I'll be your light... So promise me you'll be my dawn after every night...â
You kissed him thenâslow, certain, full of five years of missing and a lifetime of new promises.
The kiss deepened gradually, lips moving with tender familiarity. When you finally pulled back just enough to breathe, your foreheads rested together.
âJiminâŠâ Your voice trembled. âI want you. All of you. Not because weâre trying to erase the past⊠but because I want to love you in the present. Right now. With everything we are today.â
He stilled for a moment, his hand cupping your cheek.
You felt the slight tremble in his fingers. âAre you sure, my love? We donât have to rush anything. Iâve waited five years⊠I can wait longer. I just want you to feel safe and loved.â
âIâm sure,â you whispered, tears already gathering in your eyes. âIâve missed you in every way. I want to feel you⊠to remember how perfectly we fit. No more guilt between us tonight. Just us.â
Jimin exhaled shakily, his lips brushing yours again. âThen let me love you,â he murmured. âLet me show you how much Iâve missed every part of you.â
He kissed you deeply, pouring years of longing into the slide of his tongue against yours. His hands moved slowly, reverently, sliding your shirt up and over your head.
Cool air met your skin, followed immediately by the warmth of his mouth trailing kisses down your neck, across your collarbones. Every touch was deliberate, like he was rediscovering sacred ground.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered against your skin, voice thick with emotion. âEven more than I remembered. God⊠I missed this. Missed feeling your heartbeat under my lips.â
Your fingers threaded through his soft hair as he moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your chest.
He lingered at the swell of your breasts, kissing the soft skin reverently before taking one nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled it slowly, warmly, sucking gently until it pebbled under his touch.
A soft moan escaped your lips as he switched to the other breast, lavishing the same tender attentionâsucking a little deeper, tongue flicking with aching care while his hand gently kneaded the first.
âI missed these,â he breathed against your damp skin, voice trembling with love and need. âThe way you sigh when I touch you⊠the way your body still responds to me like it remembers every night we shared.â
He sucked again, slower this time, drawing your nipple deeper into the heat of his mouth as if he could pull five years of longing out of you with every gentle pull.
Tears slipped from your eyes at the overwhelming intimacy of it... his devotion, his hunger, his unwavering love. âI was so scared Iâd never feel this again⊠never feel you again. I thought Iâd ruined it forever.â
Jimin lifted his head, sensing the shift.
He moved back up, kissing your tears away one by one.
âShh, baby. No more of that. You didnât ruin anything. We both carried too much for too long.â His voice cracked.
âI blamed myself every single day for not being there when you needed me most. But tonight⊠letâs let it go. Feel me here. Iâm not going anywhere.â
You nodded, a sob catching in your throat as you pulled him closer.
âI love you, Park Jimin. Not the star on the billboards. Not the man world knows. Just you. The one who still hums in the shower, who makes me my favourite dishes when Iâm sad, who rearranged his whole world so I could walk through it safely.â
His breath hitched. âAnd I love you. The woman who stayed strong even when the world went dark. The one who sacrificed everything because she loved me too much. Youâre my home. Always.â
Clothes disappeared slowly between whispered words and soft caresses.
Skin met skin, warm and real.
Jimin settled between your thighs, holding himself above you so you could feel his presence fully.
Your hands explored himâthe planes of his chest, the dip of his waist, the familiar scar, the way his muscles trembled under your touch.
But he didnât rush.
Instead, he slowly kissed his way down your body, lips trailing fire across your skin. He lingered at your navel, tracing the stretch marks, drawing soft whimpers from your throat.
âJiminâŠâ you breathed, fingers threading into his hair.
âI need to taste you first,â he whispered against your stomach, voice thick with emotion and reverence. âIâve dreamed of this for five years. Let me love you like this⊠let me remind you how much I worship every part of you.â
You nodded, tears already slipping from the corners of your eyes as he moved lower. He settled fully between your spread thighs, his warm breath ghosting over your most sensitive skin.
His hands gently caressed your inner thighs, thumbs stroking soothing circles as if to calm the tremble in your legs.
âSo beautiful,â he murmured, pressing a soft kiss right above your clit. âStill so responsive for me.â
Then his tongue was on you... slow, deliberate, and devastatingly gentle. He licked a long, flat stripe from your entrance up to your clit, savouring the taste of you with a low, broken moan that vibrated against your core.
âOh god⊠Jimin,â you gasped, back arching slightly.
Your hands tightened in his hair, not guiding, just holding on as waves of sensation and emotion crashed over you.
He took his time, exploring you.
His tongue moved in lazy, loving circles around your clit, occasionally dipping lower to taste your wetness before returning. Every lick was accompanied by soft, worshipful words murmured against your folds.
âYou taste like home,â he whispered, voice hoarse. âLike everything Iâve missed. So sweet⊠so perfect.â
He slid one finger inside you slowly, curling it gently while his tongue flicked steadily over your clit. Then a second finger joined, moving in a tender rhythm that matched the rain tapping against the windows.
Your thighs began to shake around his shoulders, and he soothed them with his free hand, rubbing gentle circles on your skin.
Tears streamed freely down your cheeks now, not just from pleasure but from the overwhelming love and release. âI missed you⊠missed this so much,â you sobbed softly.
âI thought Iâd never feel you like this again.â
Jimin lifted his head for a moment, lips glistening, voice trembling with his own tears. âYouâre here. Weâre here. No more missing, my love. Just feel me loving you.â
He kissed your inner thigh tenderly before diving back in, sucking gently on your clit while his fingers curled deeper, finding that spot that made stars explode behind your blind eyes.
Your moans grew breathier, broken with emotion. âJimin-ah⊠Iâm close⊠pleaseâŠâ
âCome for me, baby,â he whispered against you, the words vibrating through your core. âLet go. Iâve got you. Iâll always have you.â
The pleasure built slowly, beautifully, until it crested in long, shuddering waves. You came with his name on your lips, a soft, tearful cry echoing in the room as your body trembled under his mouth.
He stayed with you through every pulse, licking you gently, soothingly, until the aftershocks faded and you were left breathless and crying.
Only then he kissed his way back up your body, tasting the tears on your cheeks before settling between your thighs again, holding himself above you.
When he finally pressed inside you, it was inch by careful inch, slow and deep. Both of you gasped at the overwhelming sensation.
He stilled once fully seated, forehead pressed to yours, breaths mingling, his own tears mixing with yours.
âFeel that?â he whispered, voice raw. âThatâs us. Right here. In the present. No past. No guilt. Just love.â
Tears streamed down your cheeks as you wrapped your legs around him. âMove, baby⊠Love me like this. Like weâre starting over.â
He did.
Slow, rolling thrusts that built like gentle waves.
Every movement was accompanied by whispers... âI love you,â âYou feel like heaven,â âIâve missed this so much.â
Your hands roamed his back, nails lightly tracing as pleasure and emotion mixed.
You felt every breath, every tremor, every heartbeat.
At one point, Jiminâs own tears fell onto your skin. âIâm sorry,â he choked out between kisses. âIâm so sorry I wasnât there.â
You cupped his face, guiding his lips back to yours. âAnd Iâm sorry I left. But weâre here now. Together. Let it go with me, Jimin⊠please.â
The rhythm stayed tender, unhurried.
Pleasure built gradually, wrapped in layers of healing.
When you came, it was with his name on your lips and tears in your eyes... a release that felt like shedding years of pain. Jimin followed moments later, burying his face in your neck as he trembled, whispering your name like a prayer.
For a long time afterward, he stayed inside you, holding you close as you both cried softly. The rain continued outside, but inside it was only warmth and closeness.
âI needed you so much,â you cried quietly against his shoulder, fingers digging into his back as fresh tears fell. âEvery single day⊠I needed you like this. I was so lost without you.â
Jiminâs tears dripped onto your neck, warm and steady.
He pressed desperate, wet kisses to your damp skin... your throat, your jaw, your tear-stained cheeks, refusing to let even an inch of space come between you.
âI needed you more,â he whispered brokenly, voice thick and hoarse. âI was breathing, but I wasnât living. These five years⊠God, I missed you in my arms like this. Never again. Iâm never letting you go again. Do you hear me?â
You nodded frantically, pulling his face to yours.
Your lips met in a messy, tear-soaked kiss... salty and desperate and full of love. âNever again,â you breathed between kisses, sobbing softly into his mouth. âIâm staying right here. With you. In your arms. Where I belong.â
He kissed you harder, deeper, tongues sliding together through the tears as more quiet cries slipped from both of you.
âI love you,â he murmured against your lips, over and over, between each tender press of his mouth. âI love you so much. Youâre my home. My everything. Weâre not losing this again.â
You cupped his wet cheeks, thumbs brushing away his tears even as your own continued to fall. âI love you too. Weâre here now⊠really here. No more ghosts. No more empty promises.â
He held you impossibly closer as your sobs slowly softened into quiet sniffles and lingering kisses.
Moments later, he finally slipped out gently, cleaned you both with care, then pulled you into his arms again. Your head rested on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.
âI feel lighter now,â you whispered, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. âLike the guilt is finally loosening its hold.â
âMe too,â he murmured, kissing your temple. âWeâre not mourning anymore. Weâre living. And Iâm going to spend every tomorrow making sure you feel exactly how loved you are.â
You smiled against his chest, the vanilla-scented candle he still lit every night filling the air. âSing me the new line again?â
He hummed softly, voice warm and slightly hoarse from emotion. ââWhen the world turns dark for you, I'll be your light... So promise me you'll be my dawn after every night...ââ
You pressed a kiss over his heart. âPromise... In every version of us.â
Jiminâs arms tightened around you, one hand gently stroking down your bare back.
He was quiet for a moment, breath catching in that way it did when he was holding back something big.
Then, almost shyly, he whispered against your hair. âI bought a ring, you know⊠years ago. Right after my first big paycheck came in. It was simpleâa small diamond with a band I thought youâd like... even after you left⊠Itâs still here, in the drawer by the bed. Iâve taken it out on so many nights, just holding it, hoping somehow the universe would bring you back so I could finally keep my promise.â
Your breath hitched, fresh tears welling in your eyes as you lifted your head toward his voice. âJiminâŠâ
âIâm not asking right now,â he said quickly, voice trembling with quiet desperation and love.
âI know weâre still healing. But⊠I need you to know itâs waiting. Iâve never stopped wanting to marry you. Not for a single day. When youâre ready... I want to slip that ring on your finger and call you mine in every way the world can see.â
You reached up, tracing his lips with shaky fingers before kissing him softly, tears slipping between your joined mouths. âI want that too,â you whispered.
âMore than anything. Weâll get there soon. Together.â
He kissed you back with aching tenderness, then pulled you impossibly closer, tucking your head under his chin.
As sleep slowly claimed you both, tangled together in the present, the past finally began to rest. The rain kept falling, but your hearts beat in harmonyâhealed, hopeful, and whole.
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Your Eyes Tell - Pt. I
Pairing: Struggling-Artist!Jimin x Reader Genre: Emotional Angst, Established Relationship, Breakup (without proper closure), Second-Chance Romance, Fluff, Smut, Right-Person-Wrong-Timing AU Word Count: ~4k Warnings: heartbreak, feeling of abandonment, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), fingering, hickeys, biting, praise kink, desperate make-out, messy emotions, tears during intimacy. Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI A/N: I originally wrote this part about seven months ago but didn't post. Because unfortunately, writer's block got in the way, and I wasn't able to complete Pt.2 at the time. The good news is that I finally got motivation and I will start working on it again now, and I hope to share it with you all very soon!! In the meantime, if you're ready for a good cry đ, feel free to read Pt.1 and suffer with me while I finish the rest (or skip if you wanna read both parts together). Also posting Pt.1 as a way to hold myself accountable and stay motivated to finish Pt.2. By doing this I'll have no choice but to finish Pt.2.đ [MASTERLIST] [Your Eyes Tell - Pt. 2]
The small bulb above the kitchen table kept flickering. Outside, rain tapped against the window, soft and steady.
Inside Jiminâs tiny one-room apartment, it smelled like ramen, old guitar strings, and the vanilla candle you always lit to make the environment calm.
Jimin sat on the floor, notebook open on his lap, pen tapping quietly to some rhythm in his head. His hair kept falling into his eyes every time he leaned forward.
You were on the couch behind him, just watching him, the way his shoulders moved when he breathed, the way he always bit his lip when he was deep in thought.
You reached down and brushed the hair from his temple, tucking it behind his ear. He leaned into your touch, not even looking up, and smiled a little. That smile said everythingâit was like your fingers were all the praise he needed tonight.
âListen to this,â he murmured. His voice was soft, almost shy. Then he sangâjust one line, rough and honest:
âWhen the world turns blind to me, will your eyes still find me?â
The words hung between you.
They felt heavy and beautiful, sinking right into your chest.
You slid down from the couch and moved closer, your knees pressing into the rug until you were sitting in his lap. Your legs wrapped around him as if you were afraid heâd disappear. You buried your face in his chest, breathing in the faint smell of soap and cologne.
He rested his chin on your head and held you tight, like you were the only safe thing in the world.
âYouâll make it someday,â you whispered against his heartbeat.
He gave a quiet laugh... half hope, half ache. âSomeday feels far away.â
You hugged him tighter, fingers spreading over his chest like you could hold his dreams in place. âThen Iâll hold you until someday comes.â
He let go of the pen and looked into your eyes.
Suddenly, you were face-to-face, your breath mixing. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing your skin.
âMarry me,â he said suddenly, his voice trembling.
You froze, eyes wide. âWhat?â
âNot now,â he rushed, breath catching.
âNot today. Not tomorrow. But someday, when I can give you a real ring, not the toy one from a vending machine. When I can sing for you without my voice breakingâmarry me then.â
Tears burned your eyes before you even realized theyâd started to fall. âJiminâŠâ
He pressed his forehead to yours, his voice turning into a whisper.
âI donât have much. I donât even have a plan. But I have this.â He took your hand in his and placed it over his chest, where his heart beat hard and fast. âAnd it only beats for you. So promise me youâll wait. Promise youâll be there when I finally make it.â
You laughed through a sob, shaking your head because there was no way to say everything you felt.
âYes,â you breathed out.
âA thousand times yes. Iâll wait forever if I have to.â
His eyes softened, glassy and bright, and then he leaned forward, kissing you. It wasnât the kind of kiss that demanded anything.
It was quiet. Full of hope.
Full of the ache of everything you both dreamed of but hadnât reached yet.
When he finally pulled back, his lips hovered near yours, his breath warm and shaky. âI swear on my heart that one day, Iâll marry you,â he whispered with a tiny smile.
You laughed weakly, tears slipping down your cheeks, and cupped his face in both hands. âThen you better not break my heart, Park Jimin,â you whispered before kissing him againâslow and certain, sealing a promise neither of you would ever forget.
Outside, the rain kept falling.
Inside, you both held onto each other like someday had already started.
Days slowly melted into weeks.
Jiminâs life became a blur of exhaustionâ6 a.m. vocal warm-ups, 8 a.m. chorus recording sessions for idols who didnât even know his name, and late-night YouTube uploads that barely got a few thousand views.
You started to feel like his sunrise and sunsetâthe only soft thing in the middle of his endless chase.
Mornings meant waking up to the sound of him singing in the shower. His voice would echo off the tiles, warm and sweet. Steam curling around him like as he practiced high notes.
Youâd quietly step in behind him, wrap your arms around his waist, and rest your palms over the small scar on his ribsâthe one he got when he fell off his bicycle two years ago, trying to buy you iced coffee on your very first date.
Afternoons were quieter.
Youâd sit cross-legged on the bed, editing his demo tracks on your old laptop while he napped with his head in your lap. His lips would part slightly, lashes brushing your thigh.
When he woke up, heâd smile while pressing sleepy kisses against your whole face and whisper, âYou smell like home.â
Evenings were for cheap food and big dreams.
The two of you would sit on the floor, eating convenience-store kimbap and instant tteokbokki, feeding each other bites and laughing about everything and nothing.
Sometimes heâd steal a kiss that tasted like gochujang and say, âWhen Iâm famous, Iâll buy you a restaurant that only serves your spicy rice cakes.â
Nights were your favourite.
Outside, the city was quiet, the streetlights casting soft shadows through the window. Inside, it was anything but calm. You hummed over unfinished songs, your voices sometimes clashing, sometimes blending perfectly.
You teased each other when a note went wrong, sometimes arguing over a chord, pointing at the notebook or guitar, but always laughing before it got serious.
And when the little fights ended, youâd fall into each other, kissing until your laughter mixed with soft apologies, âI didnât mean that,â or âI love you too much to stay mad.â
But one night, everything felt different.
He came home soaked from the rain, his shoulders heavy and his eyes dim. Another producer had cut his verse again, called it âpretty but forgettable.â
The words had broken something inside him.
He just stood there, dripping rainwater onto the floor, looking so small and tired that your heart ached.
Without a word, you rushed to him, grabbed the towel from the sink, and started drying his hair. âYouâll catch a cold, silly,â you murmured, rubbing gently over his wet hair bangs.
When you finished, you tugged gently at his hoodie, pulling it over his head. It fell to the floor with a wet slap.
His skin was freezing.
You rubbed your hands up and down his arms, trying to warm him, trying to chase away that hollow look in his eyes.
Then his voice cracked.
âIâm not enough,â he whispered. âI promised you everythingâa ring, a restaurant, songs that would make people cry, and Iâm nowhere close... not even 10%. Iâm failing you every day.â
Your heart squeezed so tight it hurt.
You took his face in both hands, made him look at you.
âJimin,â you said firmly, your voice shaking, âyouâre not failing me. Youâre fighting. Every day you keep going, even when itâs hard... thatâs what matters. I donât need the world you promised. I just need you. Sleepless nights, tired eyes, instant noodles, empty pockets... you. Thatâs enough.â
He looked like he might break, so you guided him gently backward onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, your fingers brushing the rain from his lashes.
You kissed his eyelids softly, one at a time. âYouâre enough for me,â you whispered. âYouâre everything.â
His hands shook as they found your waist.
You guided them higher, under your shirt, until his palms rested over your heart. His thumb brushed against your nipple and both of you gasped, the air suddenly thick with emotion and heat.
âShow me,â he breathed, voice trembling. âShow me Iâm yours.â
The notebook slipped off the bed with a soft thud, but neither of you even looked.
You were already moving, straddling his lap, knees sinking into the thin blanket, your palms cradling his face like he was something fragile and precious.
Raindrops still clung to his lashes.
You leaned in and kissed them away, one by one.
âLet me love you tonight,â you whispered against his damp skin. âEvery part of you. No more doubts, no more fear, okay?â
His lips parted as if to protest. âI donât deserve...â
You cut him off with a kiss.
A deep, slow one that said everything words couldnât.
His breath hitched as your tongue brushed his, soft and sweet, and when you finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected you. You giggled breathlessly and leaned forward again to kiss him harder, until both of you were gasping.
âJimin-ah,â you murmured against his lips, âsee how much I adore you?â
His hands trembled as they came to rest on your waist. âYou make it so hard to breathe when you say things like that.â
âThen donât breathe,â you teased softly, pressing kisses along his jaw, his throat, his collarbones. âJust feel me.â
You sucked lightly on the side of his neck until a faint bruise bloomed beneath your lips. He let out a shaky whimper, fingers tangling in your hair.
âThis voice that sings for everyone,â you whispered between kisses, âitâs mine first.â
He swallowed hard, eyes fluttering shut. âYou donât know what you do to me.â
âOh, I do,â you said, smiling faintly as you trailed down to his chest. You kissed over his heartbeat, his ribs, that small scar he always tried to hide. âEvery inch of you tells me.â
He shivered beneath your mouth, breath coming in uneven gasps as you marked him with soft hickeys, each one darker than the last. His chest rose and fell fast, his skin now painted with your love.
When you finally sat back, your hands roamed over the constellation youâd made. âLook at you,â you whispered, eyes full of warmth.
âMy beautiful boy. Youâre a whole galaxy.â
He opened his eyes slowly, his voice soft and trembling.
âCome here.â
You leaned in, and he flipped you gently onto your back. The world outside was still and quietâjust rain and heartbeats.
Jimin hovered over you, silver hair dripping, eyes shining with so much love it made your throat tighten. âMy turn to worship,â he said softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek.
He started with your forehead, pressing slow, tender kisses like little blessings. Then your closed eyelids, your nose, the curve of your upper lip. When he finally reached your mouth, he paused... just breathing you in, before kissing you deeply, so slowly that your whole body melted into him.
âI love these lips,â he whispered between kisses, biting the bottom one gently. âThey sing my songs back to me when I forget the tune.â
You laughed softly, your chest tightened with affection. âThatâs because I know your heart better than you think.â
His gaze softened even more.
âYeah,â he breathed, âyou do.â
He lifted your T-shirt over your head, leaving you in just your bra.
Cool air brushed your skin, and then his warm mouth followedâkissing, tasting, worshipping. He pressed his lips to the top of your breast, sucking a slow circle until you sighed his name.
The light sting faded as he soothed it with his tongue.
âJimin...â you gasped, fingers clutching his hair.
He looked up briefly. âShh⊠let me love you.â
His hands careful but hungry as he unclasped your bra. The moment it slipped away, he froze, eyes wide like he is looking at the sunrise for the first time.
âGod,â he whispered, voice shaking. âYouâre perfect.â
You wanted to laugh, to tell him you werenât... but before you could, his mouth closed around your nipple. His tongue moved in slow circles, teasing, worshipping, while his thumb brushed over the other. You moaned his name again, voice trembling, and he smiled against your skin.
He switched sides, leaving another soft mark before kissing lowerâacross your ribs, your stomach, tracing your skin like he was memorizing every inch.
When he reached near your waist, he paused and pressed a gentle kiss over the light stretch marks around your navel.
âI love every story your body carries,â he murmured.
Your eyes stung a little from how soft he sounded.
He kissed down to the waistband of your shorts and looked up, his breath warm against your skin, eyes full of both desire and care.
âCan I?â he asked quietly.
You nodded, heart thudding. âPlease, Jimin.â
He slid your shorts and panties down in one careful motion, his touch slow and almost shy, like he was unwrapping something precious. Then he moved between your thighs, eyes meeting yours for a heartbeat before he lowered his head.
His first lick was so gentle, barely there. It felt like a question.
You trembled and whispered, âDonât stop.â
âTell me if itâs too much,â he said softly.
âIt wonât be. Not with you.â
He smiled against your skin and licked againâslow and deep, from where you were already wet up to your clit. He let out a low sound, like he couldnât help himself. âGod, you taste like heaven.â
His tongue began tracing slow figure-eights around your clit, warm and steady, while his fingers moved lower, gathering your slickness. When one slid inside, you both gasped.
Then came another, moving with care, searching until...
âThere?â he asked quietly, eyes never leaving your face.
Your breath hitched. âYes... right there... donât stopââ
He didnât.
He kept the rhythm steady, tongue teasing, fingers curling in just the right way, watching every tiny expression you made like he was falling in love with each one. When your thighs started shaking, he sucked softly on your clit and crooked his fingers just so...
âJimin...â your voice broke, trembling.
âLet go, baby. Iâve got you,â he whispered.
You came in slow, shuddering waves, his name repeating from your trembled lips. He stayed with you through every tremor, soothing you with gentle licks and soft touches until you melted against the sheets.
Then he moved up, kissed you deeply, and let you taste yourself on his lips. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly along your jaw.
âSo beautiful,â he murmured.
âYouâre so beautiful when you let go like that.â
You reached for the nightstand, fingers shaky, and pulled out a foil packet. âWant you inside me. Want to feel you everywhere.â
He took the condom with reverence, rolled it on while you watched, stroking him once, twice, just to hear him moan your name. Then he settled over you, elbows bracketing your head.
âLook at me,â he said softly.
Your eyes met and everything around disappeared.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, pausing whenever your breath hitched. When he was fully seated, you both stilled, foreheads touching.
âFeel that?â he whispered. âThatâs home.â
You wrapped your legs around his waist. âMove, baby. Love me.â
He moved inside you with slow, deep strokesâeach one tender, unhurried, like time had stopped just for the two of you.
The first stroke, he leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose. âI love you.â
The third, his lips brushed your cheek. âYouâre my muse.â
The fifth, he kissed youâslow, lingering, full of love. âMy forever.â
You met every thrust with a gentle roll of your hips, hands roaming over his back, nails tracing soft lines down his skin. You tangled your fingers in his hair, cupped his face, and whispered, âDeeper, my love. I want all of you.â
He obeyed, angling his hips until the head of his cock kissed that perfect spot inside you on every glide.
The tenth stroke, he breathed, âYou feel like heaven.â
The twelfth, âIâm never letting go.â
The fifteenth, he kissed you again, swallowing the sound of your moan.
The rhythm became slow and warmâlike waves rising and falling, carrying you both higher. You felt him everywhere, filling you completely. His breath came out rough, shaky, full of feeling.
âIâm close,â you gasped, tightening around him. âCome with me.â
He slid his hand down, thumb finding your clit, circling gently in time with his hips. âTogether,â he whispered, voice breaking. âI want to fall apart with you.â
You came first, body trembling, a silent cry caught in your throat as your world burst into light. He followed right after, groaning your name against your neck, his body shaking as he spilled inside the condom.
âI love you,â he whispered again and again, like a prayer.
He didnât pull away right away.
He stayed, breathing hard, kissing your skin softly, like he couldnât stop. When he finally slipped out, he tied the condom and dropped it into the bin before pulling you back into his arms.
You lay chest to chest, legs tangled, your ear over his heart. It beat fast and strong. You traced the marks youâd left on his skin, eyes filling with quiet tears.
âDid I hurt you?â you asked softly.
He wiped your tear with his thumb. âYou didnât hurt me. You healed me.â
He took your hand and pressed it over his chest. âListen... still racing for you.â
You smiled through your tears and nestled closer. âPromise youâll wake me up with kisses tomorrow?â
âEvery tomorrow,â he said, kissing your temple. âIâll write you a lullaby with my lips.â
You giggled and drew lazy circles on his chest. âWhat will it say?â
âThat youâre my favorite song,â he whispered. Then he hummed a soft tune against your hair, his voice still rough and warm. âSleep now, my love. Iâll guard your dreams.â
You smiled against his skin. âAnd Iâll guard yours.â
The room filled with the sound of rain and your steady breaths. Just before sleep pulled you under, he whispered against your ear, âWhen I make it big, Iâll sing this song at our wedding.â
You pressed a kiss to his throat. âDonât ever leave me, okay?â
He wrapped his arms tighter around you, as if he could fuse your souls together. âNever. Youâre my forever. Iâll love you every single day.â
Few days later, he left for Busan one early morningâbarely past sunrise, eyes still heavy with sleep, suitcase half-zipped in his hand. The emergency call had come at 3 a.m.
His motherâs surgery couldnât wait.
You stood at the door, wrapped in his hoodie, trying to memorize himâthe way his hair fell over his eyes, the tired smile he gave even when his heart was racing.
You rose on your toes and kissed him slow, whispering, âTravel safe. Call me when you stop, okay? And take care of your mom.â
He touched your cheek, thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. âSpam me with voice notes, yeah? I need your voice to stay awake.â
You laughed softly. âYouâll get sick of me by the time you reach Busan.â
âNever,â he said, and kissed you one last time before leaving. The silence that followed felt heavier than usual.
For three days, your phone was alive with him.
Jimin: âArrived safely. Missing your face.â You: âTell your mom Iâm sending positive energy and love.â
Jimin: âMomâs out of surgery. Doctor says sheâll be okay. Call me?â You: âRecording a voice note now... listen when youâre alone â€ïžâ
Jimin: âYour voice note made me cry in the hallway. I love you.â You: âGood tears only, Park Jimin. Come home soon.â
Then came Day Four... the day everything went quiet.
No messages... No replies... No missed calls...
Just⊠silence.
At first, he thought you were busy.
Then maybe asleep.
But when the next day passed without even a single emoji, his chest started to ache in a way he couldnât explain. And the worst part was... he couldn't leave right away until his mother got discharged.
Two days later, Jiminâs phone buzzed once on the table. The screen was cracked from when heâd dropped it running for the train to Busan.
One new voice note.
From you.
His fingers fumbled while he quickly pressed play. Your voice filled the quiet room... soft, shaky, heavy with tears.
đŁ : âJimin-ah⊠Itâs not working. Please donât look for me. Youâll shine brighter without me. Donât look back. I realized Iâm the one holding you back⊠distracting you from your dreams. Be happy. I love you enough to let you go. Goodbye, my star.â
The message ended with a small, broken sob. Then... silence. He tried to call back, but it said switched off.
He replayed it.
Once. Twice. Again.
And again. Until your voice was carved into his chest like a scar that wouldnât fade.
Jimin came home on the seventh day. The room smelled faintly of cold vanillaâyour perfume, fading.
Your toothbrush was gone. Your clothes were gone.
Your laughter was gone.
He sank to the floor on the rug youâd picked out together at the flea market, the one youâd argued over because heâd said it was ugly and youâd said it was âAntique.â
He clutched his phone to his chest, replayed your voice until the battery died, and screamed your name into the empty roomâagain and again, until there was nothing left in him but quiet sobs and the echo of your goodbye.
He broke a little more each day, but no one ever saw it happen.
To everyone else, Park Jimin was moving forward, smiling, working, performing. But every night, behind closed doors, he fell apart.
He told himself you left because you got tired. Because he had nothing to giveâno fame, no success, no future bright enough to match your love.
So he didnât blame you.
He just missed you.
There were nights he sat on the kitchen floor, empty bottle beside him, your texts open on the cracked screenâscrolling, rereading, over and over. Sometimes he played your last voice note just to hear your breathing between the words.
Sometimes he talked to the silence, whispering things he wished heâd said when he had the chance.
Days turned into months.
The ache never left, but it started changing shape. Instead of breaking him, it began to burn inside him... a quiet fire he couldnât put out. He stopped running from the pain and started writing.
At first, it was just scribbles in a notebook, lines that sounded too heavy to sing. Then came melodies... raw, aching, honest.
Every song became a letter he could never send you.
His voice cracked.
His hands shook. But the music kept coming.
And then... fate shifted.
A local producer found his demo. A small label signed him.
Then a bigger one.
His songs spread quietly at first, through late-night playlists, rainy drives, people who knew heartbreak too well.
Then the world began to listen. They called his voice soulful, his lyrics haunting. But he knew... every note was you.
Every stage he stood on, every crowd that cheered, every award that glittered under the lightsâit all came from the wound you left behind.
And when the applause faded each night, he still whispered the same thing into the dark. âI hope youâre somewhere peaceful, my love. You said Iâd shine brighter without you⊠But Iâd trade every spotlight just to hold you one more time.â
The crowd would never hear it, but the stars always did.
A/n: What do you guys think, why she left? đ€
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street thing kim namjoon x reader
producer! namjoon x fem non-celeb! fem reader
summary: on the side of a sunburnt los angeles road, you with a broken down car meet a man you can't stop thinking about. he's older, composed, impossibly charming, and far too experienced to be looking at you the way he does. you're used to immature love that never knew how to hold you properly. but with him, everything is different.
themes: age gap (reader is 24, namjoon is 33), los angeles in the 2000s, smut, fluff, famous producer x non!celebrity reader, reader doesn't know who he is, confident joon yum, mainly readers pov w/ brief joon's pov, he's whipped, brief texting, tension, established relationship, strangers to lovers, teasing, they go on dates, joon is a gentleman, relationship building, joon is so dom and a lil possessive, nicknames, porn with lots of plot, eventual love confession
warnings: sexual themes, explicit & descriptive smut MINORS DNI 18+ (hard dom! joon, slight age kink & size kink, slightly semi-public sex(?? in his studio :3), unprotected sex, praise/dirty talk, missionary, cowgirl, edging/teasing, fingering, oral f, slight choking if u squint, creampie)
word count: 18k.. whoops
inspired by arirang joon because he's just too fine
⏠âË. street thing - aaliyah
it was a late, blazing july afternoon with the kind of california heat that sticks to everything.
your beater car had just given up on you in the worst possible place it couldâpulled over on the stretch of a busy road with no shade, just heat shimmering off the black asphalt and distant palm trees that don't feel helpful at all.
you already tried the obvious things. ignition, gas, trying it all again like it might change something.
it never did.
you leaned back against the passenger door of your car letting out a frustrated breath, hair sticking to your neck as you watched cars pass by with the soft sound of your hazards blinking in the background.
of course it's today. of course it's here.
that was when you suddenly heard the low hum of an engine slow down beside you. a sleek, black bmwâexpensive, but not loud about it. it pulled in front of your car, and for a second you think the car is just stopping briefly.
that was before the driver door opened.
he steps out like heâs not in a rush to be anywhere else.
tallânoticeably so, he moves towards you easily, like heâs used to taking up space without ever forcing it.
sunglasses sit low on his nose, shielding his eyes, but not enough to hide the way his attention lands exactly on you. his shirt is simpleâlightweight, slightly open at the collar, sleeves pushed up just enough to show his forearms. nothing flashy.
but it fits him too well. everything about him does.
dark jeans, clean shoes, watch on his wrist that you can't recognize but can tell is expensive. you notice all of him in the mere seconds he takes to walk over to you, the feeling hitting you all at once.
dear god, he was fine. the kind that made you straighten up a little bit without realizing; running a quick hand through your hair and fixing your jewelry.
he walks toward the front of your car, unhurried, one hand sliding briefly into his pocket before resting against the hood of your car.
up close, itâs worse.
sharper features than you expected. clean, but not overly polished. thereâs something slightly worn in about himâlike experience and maturity that sits on him well.
âeverything alright?â he asks, voice is low and steady.
you blink for a second longer than necessary before responding. why does he look like that... helping me with my car?
"uh-" you stammer before clearing your throat. "it's- it's dead."
"yeah..." he says, eyes examining your car closer. "i can see that."
you nod and suddenly there's a pause, small but noticeable.
he comes around the side of your car, closing the distance between you to look inside of the window. you fumble while taking a few steps back as he looks at your dashboard then back at you, suddenly flustered by his presence.
"you got jumper cables?" he asks.
you simply shook your head.
"didn't think so," he says simply.
he walks back to his car, and you stand there feeling so helpless in the hot sun as he turns his car around to face yours in a swift manner, opening the door casually before coming around to his trunk like he's done this plenty of times.
when he comes back with the cables, he quickly slides his sunglasses in a way you almost miss a glimpse of his whole face.
you assumed it was because of the sun. but little did you know, it wasn't.
because before he walked back to his car, he had looked at you a little too closely. it wasn't some polite, quick glance. it was one that lasted a second too long.
he noticed everything about you.
the way your top fitsânot overly revealing, but just enough to catch his attention without trying. the fabric light, slightly clinging from the heat. your skirtâshorter than it probably needed to be, riding just a little higher from the way you shifted against your car door.
his gaze dropped, brief, controlledâthen came back up. your legs, your hands, the thin bracelet at your wrist. rings that donât match perfectly but somehow work. jewelry that feels personal to you.
he takes note of that. of course he does.
then, your face. slightly flush from the heat, skin warm toned and sun-kissed. there's something effortless about you, like you spent more time living in the sun than hiding from it.
your expressionâsomewhere between annoyed and trying not to be. and your eyes, focused on him, but not softened. not entirely impressed by him, but more appreciative.
and when he closed his trunk, he forgets to look away. so he pulls his sunglasses back over, quick and casual. like it's nothing.
and not because of the sunlight, but because he was looking at you a little too openly. and he knew it.
he arrives at your car and connects everything smoothly, no hesitation and big hands steady. it was unfairly attractive.
âso,â he says, glancing up while he works, âyou live out here or just enjoying the scenic breakdown experience?â
a smile pulls at your mouth despite yourself. âneither. i was just trying to get home.â
âmm.â he clicks something into place. âdangerous thing to try in LA.â
that gets a small laugh out of you, softer now and less defensive.
when the car finally sputters back to life, you visibly relax. he steps back, wiping his hands lightly. âthere you go."
you should've just said thank you and left. but something in you doesn't act immediately. because now that the problem was gone, the silence between you two felt different now.
âso how do i⊠repay you?â you ask, half-joking, half-serious.
he tilts his head slightly. "you donât.â a beat passes. "just don't break down in the worst place possible next time."
you rolled your eyes a little, a smirk tugging at your lips. "no promises."
that earns a small smile from him. he steps back toward his car, then pauses like heâs deciding something.
âiâmââ he starts, then stops himself, like heâs choosing not to introduce himself the usual way. "iâll see you around.â
"yeah... thank you."
and you watch him get back into his car, driving away and getting lost in the sea of los angeles traffic as you realized two things;
you didn't get his name, and you would likely never see him again.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
one week later
he's just getting off the phone when it happens.
âyeah, send it over tonight,â he says, already half-distracted. âi"ll listen then.â
a pause. âmm. yeah. i got it.â he ends the call before the other person finishes their last sentence.
he slips his phone into his pocket, stepping onto the sidewalk, the afternoon sun hitting just rightâwarm, a little blinding, the kind of los angeles light that makes everything look softer than it is.
but he's not really paying attention at first.
he's thinking about work. about a track that still isnât sitting right. about whether he even wants to go to the next session he has lined up.
and thenâhe sees you.
just down the block, wired headphones plugged into your ears as you walk towards a small coffee shop.
it takes him half a second too long for him to register it. he slows before stopping in his place on the scorching sidewalk just to be sure.
same walk. same unintentional confidenceâlike you're not trying to be noticed, which somehow makes you stand out more. your outfit catches his attention again without effort. something light, slightly different from the first time he saw you, but still you.
skirt againâof course. not the same one, but same idea.
he notices that. he notices everything.
you push the door open to the shop before disappearing inside. and for a secondâhe considers just letting you go, letting the roadside interaction stay that way, a one time street kind of thing that didn't need to turn into anything else.
he exhaled quietly before shaking his head, "yeah, no." he changed his direction subtly like he was always going that way.
by the time he reaches the door, he's already composed again. no rush or urgency in him, just the same steady stride he always carried around.
inside the cafe, itâs quieter than the street. low music, soft conversations, and the smell of coffee swirled in the air.
he scans the space once and it doesn't take long for him to find you, standing near the counter, slightly turned away, looking up at the menu like you're stuck deciding between the same two things.
he watches you for a second. not long, but enough. and suddenly, there's that feeling again rising up in his chest.
he steps into line behind youâclose enough to matter, not close enough to be obvious. he lets the moment build naturally. of course he does. he lets you stay unaware just a second longer.
then, as you shift your weight and turn slightly backâhe steps forward at the exact right time. light contact, your shoulder to his chest. just enough to capture your attention.
"oh, sorryâ" you say automatically before looking up. it took a moment for you to process that the same, gorgeous man who jumped your car last week was the one currently blocking your vision.
he tilts his head slightly, like heâs just as surprised. âwell,â he says, calm, almost amused, âthis is becoming a pattern.â
you blinked. "you... helped me with my car."
"i did," he agrees. "and now apparently i'm following you around LA."
you narrow your eyes slightly. "are you?"
he puts a hand over his chest, mock offended but calm. âi prefer ârunning into you repeatedly by tragic coincidence.ââ
that earns a laugh from you, the first real one between you. the barista calls you next in line, and he trails behind you like you're a couple ordering together. his presence alone makes your heart thump against your chest.
the barista takes your order and before you can even unzip your purse to pay, you already see a large hand coming from behind you, inserting a card in the machine.
the barista hands the man behind you the receipt and you turn around abruptly, tilting your head up to fully face him as you both drift away from the register. "i can pay for myself," you said.
"i know," he says simply.
"i was supposed to pay," you corrected as you picked up your freshly made coffee order.
"why?" he asked genuinely, tilting his head to match the angle of yours. it sent a light pink blush up your cheeks.
you look at him like the answer is obvious. "because you jumped my car."
his eyebrows pulled together. "that was like five minutes of my time." you all but blinked, suddenly at a loss of words under the intense gaze of this mysterious, confident man.
he begins to walk towards a table and you follow him, still protesting under your breath. "that doesn't mean you get toâ"
âget to what?â he glances back at you, sunglasses now off, and itâs worse without them in a wayâmore direct, more readable. more of his perfectly chiseled face exposed to you. âbuy you coffee?â
you open your mouth, then close it. because the way he said it made it sound ridiculous to argue.
you both end up choosing a table by the window. endless blue, moving slowly under the late afternoon sun. a few people pass by on bikes, others walking along the sidewalk with iced coffees in hand, like time moves differently here.
not sat too close to him, not too farâjust enough space that it could still be casual if either of you decided to pretend it was.
âso, what do you do?â you ask finally, wrapping your hands around the cup.
he leans back slightly in his chair. âmusic.â
âthatâs vague.â
âit's intentional.â
you give him a look. âoh, so youâre mysterious.â
âiâm tired,â he corrects lightly, a smirk of amusement tugging at his lips. âthereâs a difference.â
that makes you smile. âwhat, like a band?â you press.
âno,â he says. âbehind the scenes.â
âoh.â you tilt your head. âlike a manager?â
he pauses for a moment. "something like that."
it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. you nod like you accept that answer, but the curiosity doesn't go away.
âand you?â he asks.
you almost laugh. âi donât do music.â
âdidnât say you did.â
âi meanâŠâ you gesture vaguely. ânothing like that. i work. i live on the edge of LA where nothing interesting happens.â
his gaze holds on you a second longer than necessary. "thatâs not true,â he says.
you frown slightly. âyou donât even know me.â
âi know you broke down on the side of a road in peak heat and didnât immediately panic,â he says. âthat tells me something.â
"like what?" "that you're stubborn," he replies calmly.
you lean forward a little, eyes analyzing his expression. "that's not a compliment."
âit can be,â he says. âdepends who itâs about.â
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
you and him slip into easy conversationâhalf started stories, simple questions, the kind of conversation that doesn't feel like you're trying too hard.
you're mid-sentence, explaining something about where you liveâhow everything feels slower out thereâwhen he interrupts you, but gently. âhow old are you?â
you pause, caught off guard. âthatâs random.â
âitâs relevant,â he says, like that should be obvious.
âto what?â
he lifts his cup slightly, studying you over the rim for a second before answering. âto how seriously i should be taking you.â
your eyebrows lift immediately. âexcuse me?â
thereâs a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. âiâm kidding,â he says, calm, unbothered. âmostly.â
you shake your head, trying not to smile. âtwenty four.â
he nods once, like he expected that. âyeah,â he murmurs.
âyeah what?â you press.
ânothing,â he says, setting his cup down. âit makes sense.â
âthatâs so annoying,â you say. âyou donât get to say that and not explain.â
âi just did.â
âno, you didnât.â
he leans back slightly, relaxed, completely comfortable letting you be a little frustrated. âyou carry yourself younger at times,â he says. âbut not in a bad way.â
you narrow your eyes. âthat still feels like an insult.â
âitâs not,â he says, softer now. âitâs honest.â
you look at him for a second longer than you mean to. âokay,â you say quietly. âthen how old are you?â
he doesnât answer right away. instead, he tilts his head slightly, watching you like heâs deciding how much to give. âwhat do you think?â he asks.
you study him now, more deliberately. he doesnât look older, not really. no obvious lines, no tiredness. and of course, he looks put together in a way most guys your age arenât.
âtwenty-seven,â you say finally. âmaybe twenty-eight.â
he lets out a soft laughâlow, almost under his breath.
you frown immediately. âwhat?â
ânothing,â he says, shaking his head slightly with amusement.
âno, what?â
âyouâre off,â he says.
âby how much?â
he pauses, then shrugs like it doesnât matter. âenough.â
âthatâs not an answer,â you says leaning forward closer now.
âit is,â he replies calmly. âjust not one you like.â
you stare at him, half-annoyed, half-curious. âyouâre not going to tell me?â
ânot yet.â
your eyes narrow. âwhy?â
he meets your gaze fully this time. âbecause i want to see if it changes anything for you.â
you lean back slightly, thrown off in a way you don't show completely. âwhy would it?â you ask.
he shrugs after a small pause. he glances down at your cup. âyou drink your coffee too slow, by the way.â
your mouth falls open a little as the moment quickly softens again. âoh my god.â
âjust saying.â
âyouâre unbelievable.â
âand youâre still here,â he points out lightly.
the conversation drifts again after that, easier now. you talk more without meaning toâlittle things, fragments of your life. he listens in a way that feels attentive, but not invasive. like heâs not collecting information, just understanding your pace.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
you both drift toward the door without really deciding to. the conversation doesnât endâit just slows, like both of you are aware it has to, eventually.
outside, the afternoon has softened. the heat isnât as sharp anymore, but itâs still there, hanging in the air between you.
you shift your weight slightly, glancing down the street, then back at him. âthis wasâŠâ you start, then stop, like you don't want to overdefine it. he watches you, gazed fixed on you patiently.
âunexpected,â you continue on.
he nods once. âyeah.â
âi still owe you,â you say.
he glances down at you. âyou donât.â
âi do.â
âyou donât,â he repeats, softer but final. but after a small beat, âif it makes you feel better, you can get the next one.â
you narrows your eyes. âthereâs going to be a next one?â
he paused again, but only for a fraction of a second too long before he shrugged slightly like it was nothing. "if you break down again, i might start thinking it's planned."
you rolled your eyes, but a smile pulled helplessly at your lips. as you stepped out into the light of the sun, you realized two things at once. this man still hadn't told you who he is or his name, and that you somehow already agreed to see him again.
"let me see your phone," he said lowly, pulling his sunglasses over his eyes once again. it wasn't really a question.
and so you reached into your pocket, pulling out your phone, and without askingâhe takes your hand gently, turning your palm slightly towards his. the faintest brush of his fingers sent an unexpected warmth up your arm in a way you couldn't ignore.
he picked up your phone that now seemed so small in his hands, typing something quickly before handing your phone back. you looked down at your screen, squinty slightly from the sun.
his name. a number.
joon 213-555-0010
when you look back up at him, he's already watching youâunreadable in a way that sent a pink flush throughout your cheeks.
"joon," you said, like you needed to say his name out loud. like you knew it was just a nickname.
he simply nodded, something small like a smile tugging at his lips from the sound of you hearing his name. "yeah."
he paused, low eyes peering above his sunglasses as he looked at you closely. "you gonna tell me yours?" he asked lowly, the baritone of his voice hitting a little too close.
so you told him, and he repeated it a few times under his breath like he had to let it sink on his tongue. "y/n," he said finally, voice quieter than usual. "pretty name for a pretty girl."
your eyes couldn't help but widely slightly at his bold words, the pink on your face turning into a deep red.
a small pause filled the air before you swallowed, trying your best to lock in your confidence in front of this man. "you didn't ask for my number," you said.
"i know."
"that's a little backwards."
"not really."
you titled your head. "why?"
he took a step back, giving you just a little more space. "because now it's your choice."
you study him for a second, like you're trying to figure out if this is some kind of game. some kind of reality tv show where they prank you with some hot mysterious man. but it didn't feel like one.
"and if i don't text you?" you ask.
a small pause before he shrugged easily. "then i'll assume you didn't want to." but his tone didn't have any pressure or persuasion in it.
"confident," you mutter.
"selective," he corrected.
you almost rolled your eyesâbut you don't quite let it happen. he glances past you for a second, like he's remembering that he actually has somewhere to be. then, they quickly averted back to you.
"if you do," he continues, quieter now. "don't over think it."
you let a small laugh. "too late."
that earns a small smile from him, dimples tugging at his cheeks in a way you noticed immediately. "i figured."
another pause before he steps back swiftly, like he's deciding that he couldn't stay any longer than necessaryâeven if he wanted to. "i'll see you around," he says, for the second time.
before you can respond, he's already turning and stepping away, suddenly gone in the same effortless and casual way he arrived.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
that night, you tell yourself you're not going to think about him.
and you failed immediately.
you failed when you went to dinner with your friends, when you did chores around your house; in the shower and when you laid in your own bed that nightâthe bed that was supposed to make your thoughts go away. it was the small things at first.
the way he didnât rush anything. the way he answered questions without really answering them. the way he looked at you like he already understood something you hadnât said out loud yet.
and as the night continued on, the bigger things settled in your brain, making heat shamefully pool between your legs.
he didn't ask for your number. he didn't try to lock you in. instead, he just left his number with you.
who is he?
your phone sat next to you with the screen dark and off, but it felt louder than anything else in the room. you fell into a cycle of picking it up and putting it back down.
finally, you picked it up again, finding his contact. you flipped it shut, sucking in a sharp breath at the thought of messaging him. you found your thumbs typing, deleting, then typing something again.
you exhale softly, leaning back against your pillow trying your hardest not to overthink it, his voice replaying in the back of your head.
he wasn't some typical guyâyou could tell in the way he carried himself. he walked casually, but with assurance. he dressed with stride, but still managed to blend in. he talked with confidence, and every line was coated with experience.
so now, it wasn't just about texting him. it's about what it would mean if you did. because somehow, after one roadside encounter and a cup of coffeeâyou already wanted more than you should have.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
namjoon's drive back was quiet. not because he wanted it to beâbut because nothing else fit how he felt at the moment.
not even any of his music.
he had driven these streets thousands of times. the same turns, the same streets, the same palm trees. usually his mind is somewhere else entirelyâwork, mixes, deadlines, people who expect things from him.
but not tonight. because tonight, it kept circling back to you.
it all kept replaying in his headâthe way you looked at him like you were trying to figure him out. he noticed the way you didn't try too hard. you didn't perform like everyone else in LA.
you didn't know what he is, who he is, or what kind of world he's involved in.
that was the part that was stuck in namjoon's head so deeply. because most people that meet him are already adjusted to himâalready well aware, careful with their words and their tones, their intentions.
but you certainly weren't.
because you argued with him. you rolled your eyes and called him annoying. and you meant all of it.
a faint smile pulled at his mouth as he came to a stop at a red light. "twenty-seven," he muttered to himself, shaking his head and laughing slightly.
but still, you didn't hesitate.
he pulls into his place, kills the engine, but doesnât get out right away. he glances at his phone, sitting in the center console of his car, dark and quiet.
but he doesn't reach for it. because namjoon was a patient manâhe always had been. in work, in life, in everything that mattered.
once he gets inside his spacious, sleek home, he dropped his keys on the counter, running a hand through his hair, exhaling.
namjoon had been with plenty of women before. older, youngerâin his world and outside of it. he always knows how it goes. he knows how to keep it light and uncomplicated.
but this didn't feel like that. because it felt like something that could get complicated. but instead of pushing it away like he normally would, he leaned into it. just a little.
an hour passes. then two.
namjoon tells himself he's not checking his phone. but it turns out to be a lie, because throughout nightâhe checks it without picking it up. glancing every time he walks past, like it might light up if he looks long enough. but it doesn't.
he tells himself to relax, that you have a life or that you might not be interested at all. but stillâhe wonders what you're up to. if you're thinking about him the way he's thinking about you. if you're overanalyzing that moment outside of the coffee shop.
suddenly, his phone buzzed. he doesn't look right away. he just looked at it before reading the unsaved number, no name attached. he picks it up and opens it almost immediately.
unknown: do you always leave girls with this much pressure or am i just special?
he lets out a quiet breathâhalf a laugh of amusement, half something else. there you finally were, exactly the way he had anticipated. he begins to type before he stops and quickly deletes it.
he leans back against the counter, thinkingânot about what to say, but about how much he should give. because namjoon didn't want to rush this. he didn't want to come on too strong.
but he couldn't pretend that he was unaffected either, because he most certainly couldn't even if he wanted to. not with you.
he types again, this time sending it.
him: i was starting to think you wouldn't.
he watches the screen for a second longer than necessary, saving your contact before setting his phone down. it wasn't far, but it was just enough. because now, you know that he was waiting too.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
you exhale softy, rolling onto your back with a smile that couldn't help but tug at your lips.
you: oh so you were waiting
a pause settled on the screen before the typing bubble popped up again.
joon: i was curious
you: that sounds like a more mysterious way of saying waiting
joon: you can call it whatever makes you feel better
and now, you definitely smiled at that. because he was already doing that thing againâside stepping without hesitation.
you: you're too difficult to read
joon: you're trying too hard then
you: i think you're just confusing
joon: only for you sweetheart
you actually laugh out loud at that, shaking your head and ignoring the way the nickname made pink tint your cheeks.
you: wow so is this how you talk to every girl you buy coffee for?
his reply comes faster this time.
joon: i don't buy anyone coffee
you: good answer
joon: an honest one what are you doing right now?
you glanced around your room like he could somehow see.
you: nothing important
joon: doesnât sound convincing
you: i could say the same about you
joon: iâm working
you: doing your very mysterious job?
joon: still stuck on that?
you: a little
joon: you'll figure it out eventually
you bit your lip slightly, thinking of an answer.
you: you're very sure i'm going to stick around long enough to figure it out
joon: aren't you?
your heart does that annoying little jump again, and you don't answer right away. and he doesn't send anything else. instead, he waits. three minutes later;
you: maybe
joon: that's a start
another painfully long beat passes before your cellphone vibrates again.
joon: you busy tomorrow night?
you stare at the message, blinking twice to make sure you read it right. but somehow, half of you wasn't surprised. you were practically waiting in a way you couldn't admit. but the other half was incredibly in shock.
you started to type.. deleted it.. then typed again.
you: depends what are you planning?
joon: something better than coffee
you smiled immediately, even though you tried not to.
you: that's a little confident
joon: doesn't seem like you hate it
you: i don't
joon: good
a pause settled on the screen again.
joon: 8?
you exhaled slowly, the reality creeping in as you stared at the screen. you were really going to go on a date with this man. the same, confident and attractive man that had jumped your car and saved your day. the same man who's age and job you couldn't quite detect.
you: okay
joon: i'll pick you up don't overthink it
you rolled your eyes, smiling.
you: too late
joon: i know
and just like that, with one text conversation, it definitely was more than just a street thing.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
you almost regret saying yes the moment you hear a car pull up outside, engine rumbling lowly outside your apartment window.
not because you didn't want to go, of course. but because now, it's real.
you check yourself in the mirror one last time, smoothing the bumps in your hair and coating your lips with gloss one last time. simple, but intentional. something that said you tried... but didn't try too hard.
your phone buzzed.
joon: i'm outside
when you step out, you see the car first. the same sleek and clean car that had pulled over in front of you on that busy highway engulfed in heat.
then him.
leaning slightly agains the driver's side door, towering over the car with his sleeves pushed up, looking like he's only been there for a minuteâbut completely settled anyway. he wore a costly-looking dress shirt, glimmering chain around his neck and a sparkling watch wrapped around his built arm. you swallowed hard.
his eyes flick up from the ground immediately when he notices you. and for a second, he just looks at you. completely, unashamedly taking you in with his eyes slowly.
"yeah..." he says lowly, dragging his lips ever so quickly along his lips as you approached him, heels clicking beneath you. "you're going to be a problem tonight."
you couldn't ignore the heat that sent down your spine, but you simply peered up at him, batting your eyelashes innocently. "aren't i always?"
"i haven't seen you always," he replied.
you rolled your eyes, but a small smile pulled at your lips anyway. then, he stepped back, opening the door for you. you don't the miss the way he does it without hesitation. and when you sit inside, you don't miss the way his gaze burns into you before closing your door.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
the drive was easy, music low in the background, city lights coming to life as the sun started to dip below the horizon.
namjoon doesn't fill every silenceâand somehow it makes it easier for you to talk.
"so where are you taking me?" you ask eventually.
"you'll see," he says casually, one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested between you.
"that's not helpful."
"it's not supposed to be."
you shook your head, smiling out the window. he pulls up to a restaurant that sits right by everythingâthe beach, the water, and the city. it was definitely upscale, but nothing intimidating.
inside, the lighting is warm yet dim, swift music playing and low conversations humming.
you were seated quickly. no waiting or confusion. you didn't quite realize the line of people who were standing for a table, and how you and him were able to breeze right past it.
when you arrive to your seat, it's right in front of the window, city lights and palm trees stretching on the glass in front of you. he pulls your seat out for you, helping you take off your coat and placing it along your chair.
after you place your orders, the conversation flows faster this time. less guarded, and more natural.
"so," he says, leaning back in his chair slightly. "what do you actually do?"
you sigh softly, like you already know the answer isn't impressive, even compared to his incredibly vague one. "iâm a waitress," you say. "nothing exciting."
he watches you for a second. "you keep saying that."
"because it's true."
"or because you think it's supposed to be."
that made you pause. "it's not exactly... impressive," you admitted.
he shrugs lightly. "most things that are don't matter."
you let out a small breath, like you didnât expect that answer. âyou always talk like that?â you ask.
âlike what?â
âlike you know something i donât.â
a small smirk pulls at his mouth. âsometimes i do.â
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
you and namjoon are laughing a few minutes laterâabout something small and stupidâand it feels easy. too easy.
the song currently playing comes to an end and the music shifts. a different song comes onâsmooth, familiar, something that's even playing everywhere recently.
you perked up immediately. "oh my god, i love this song."
he stills ever so slightly. it's quick and barely noticeable, but there's a flicker of something across his face. he glances down at the table, then back up at you. "yeah?" he asks, casual.
"yeah," you nod, smiling. "it's so good."
he hums in response, leaning back in his seat like it's just background noise. "not bad."
you narrow your eyes slightly. "not bad?" he shrugs. "it's alright."
you laugh. "you're impossible."
and he doesn't argue. but there's a faint smirk but he doesn't fully hide this time.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
the dinner stretches longer than you expected. because neither of you seem to be in a rush to end it.
by the time the check comes, you reach for it instinctively. because at the cafe, he said he would let you get it this time.
but he's faster. of course he is.
"you don't have toâ" you start.
"i know."
"that's not fair," you protest.
"it doesn't have to be," he said.
you sigh, but you're already smiling again.
as he hands the card over, the server pauses. "sorry," the server says, almost hesitant. "are you... are youânamjoonâ"
namjoon already knows what's coming. he exhales softly, not annoyed at all, just used to it. "yeah," he says with a polite smile. you blinked.
"sorry- i thought so. i didn't want to assume."
he gives a small, reassuring nod.
"do you think i could-" the server gestures awkwardly. "just like, a quick autograph? my brother and i are huge fans."
you completely froze.
fan?
huge?
he doesn't make it a big deal. "yeah, no problem," he says, like it was normal. like this happens all the time. because it does.
he signs something quickly, hands it back with a polite smile.
"thank youâi appreciate it. you two have a great night," the server said before walking off.
silence settled between you for the brief a second. you were completely staring at him now, trying to control your facial expressions as you processed what just happened.
"you didn't tell me that happens to you," you said.
"i didn't think it mattered," he replied casually.
"well," you said slowly. "what exactly do you do?"
there it was. the question he definitely couldn't avoid this time. he leans back slightly, studying your expression. it was curious, but not intimidated or totally impressed. just curious.
"i told you," he said. "music."
you shook your head. "no, you said behind the scenes."
he huffed a small breath, close to a laugh before he paused. "i produce," he said finally. it was simple and directâno bragging or boasting.
you blink again. "like... that song?"
a beat passes for a small moment before he nods once. "yeah."
and now, the air between you shifted. because now you knew; he wasn't just some guy who stopped to help you on the side of the road.
and somehow, it almost made things worse. because now, you had to figure out why he's here... with you.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
the air outside feels cooler than before. or maybe itâs just because of the way everything shifted inside.
namjoon pushes the door open for you, stepping slightly to the side to let you walk out firstâbut as you pass, his hand settles lightly at the small of your back.
guiding. not grabbing or lingering too long. just there, resting on your back. it's subtle, but you can feel the intention seeping through you, especially in the way it instantly sends a shiver up your back.
your steps slow for half a secondânot enough for him to comment on, but enough for you to notice yourself.
but he notices too.
you both walk a few steps in the parking lot in silence. it wasn't awkward, it was just both of you recollecting the entire nightâincluding who he really was.
âso,â you say finally, glancing over at him, tone light like nothingâs changed, âyouâre kind of a big deal, namjoon.â
he exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. âno.â
âthat guy literally asked you for an autograph.â
âthat happens sometimes.â
you narrow your eyes. âthatâs not normal.â
âit is for me,â he says simply. it wasn't cocky or defensive, just the honest truth. it should've been intimidating. but you didn't let it land that way.
you shrugged slightly. "okay. but that still doesn't mean i'm impressed."
there's a pause before he looks at youâreally looks this time. and something shifts in his eyes, subtle but sharper. more interested and intrigued by the young woman standing before him.
"good," he said lowly.
you blinked. "good?"
âiâd be a little concerned if you were.â
your lips press together slightly, trying not to smile. âyouâre unbelievable.â
âiâve been told.â
you both reach his car, but neither of you move to get in right away. he leans back against it slightly, arms relaxed and eyes fixed on you.
you cross your arms again. not closed off, just grounding yourself under his gaze. "so you just... make songs people know?"
"sometimes," he said with a shrug.
"ugh, that's such a non-answer."
his lips fought a smile at your remark. "it's an accurate one."
you shook your head, a small laugh escaping you. "you're so annoying."
"but you keep talking to me," he points out.
you finally glance up at him fully, and for a second, the eye contact lingers for a moment too long. it causes you to look away first, pink tinting your cheeks.
and namjoon notices everything.
the way you're holding eye contact a little less now. the way you're slightly more aware of yourself. the way you're trying not to let it change anything. but it doesnât turn him offâit only pulls him in more.
âyou got quiet,â he says.
âi didnât.â
âyou did.â
you look away for a second, then back at him. âiâm just thinking.â
âabout?â
you hesitate. ânothing,â you say.
he tilts his head slightly, unconvincedâbut he doesnât push. instead, he steps a little closer. not enough to crowd you, but enough to spark the energy in the space between you even more.
âyouâre doing that thing,â he comments quietly, eyes trailing up and down your figure.
your brows knit. âwhat thing?â
âtrying to act like nothing changed.â
your stomach flipsâannoyingly and immediate. âbecause nothing did,â you said.
a pause fills the air. he studies your face, like heâs deciding whether to call it out further. âalright,â he says finally.
you exhale softly. âyouâre not going to say anything else?â
âi donât need to.â
âthatâs soââ you cut yourself off, shaking your head.
he watches you, a faint smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth now. âsay it,â he murmurs.
you look at him, trying not to react to the way his voice dropped slightly. âitâs just⊠a lot,â you admit.
your answer was too honest for your liking, yet he didn't laugh or dismiss it. "yeah," he said quietly. "it can be."
a beat passed. "but i'm still the same guy you had coffee with," he said softly. and those words land, harder than anything else he's said.
you study him for a second, searching for somethingâego, arrogance, anything that would make this easier to categorize.
but you donât find it. instead, you're only able to find that same calm, steady version of him. the one who stopped his car for you. the one who let you decide whether to text him. the one who didnât even bother to impress you.
ââŠokay,â you say finally. and you mean it.
there was a small shift in the air between you, the tension softeningâ but not totally disappearing.
âso,â he says, pushing off the car slightly, âyou still letting me drive you home?â
you raise an eyebrow. âdo i have a choice?â
âyou always have a choice,â he said. a beat passes. "but iâd prefer if you said yes," he confessed playfully.
you huffs out a quiet laugh. âyouâre very subtle.â
âi try.â
and for the second time that night, namjoon opens the passenger door for you. and this time, when you got in, it felt different; reality swirling around you and settling into your head.
the drive back was quieter than the one there. it wasn't awkward or emptyâjust filled with unspoken words and incredibly thick tension.
his gaze was fixed on the road, but you couldn't ignore the way you caught him glancing over at you multiple times in the corner of your eye. the music is low, humming softly through the speakers before another song comes on.
you glance over at the console, then over at him. "did you make this one too?" you ask, half teasing.
he doesn't look at you right away, a smirk pulling at his lips, leaving a sharp shadow along his jaw. "maybe."
you roll your eyes, fully smiling now. "you're never going to give me a straight answer, are you?"
"not all at once, pretty girl."
there it is again. not just the nickname that sent heat through your spine and in between your legsâbut that confident, indirect promise of you sticking around long enough to unlock every thing about him.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
you're looking out the window, surrounded by the kind of silence that makes everything feel more noticeable. but you're not really seeing or looking at anything, because you're too aware.
too aware of namjoon. the way he drivesâone veiny hand on the wheel, relaxed but precise. the way the scent of his expensive cologne and shampoo made your knees weaken. the way he continues to glance over every now and then, quick, like heâs checking something without making it obvious.
you shift slightly in your seat every time he does.
suddenly, his hand moves from the wheel for just a secondâresting briefly against the center console as he adjusts his grip. but through that movement, his large fingers brush lightly against your thigh.
he dragged them ever so softly on your thigh for what felt like foreverâbut only lasted two secondsâbefore moving his hand back to the center console. his fingers were barely there, not lingering or deliberate enough to call out. but it wasn't exactly accidental enough to ignore either.
your breath catches for just a second, but he doesn't react or apologize. he doesn't even look at you, and somehow that makes it worse.
you swallow hard, turning your head slightly towards the window again. but now you're even more hyper-aware of the space between you. your heart was doing something very annoying again, and you knew it.
he knew it.
he slows the car as you reach your place, parking smoothly before killing the engine. and just like that, everything went still.
neither of you moved right away. you looked down at your hands, then back up like you were about to say something. but you didn't.
he simply watches you for a second, less teasing in his eyes and more focus. he took in every inch of you, sitting so still and pretty in his car. looking at him like he was still the same guy who jumped your car, not like he was a guy who made every hit song. "you got quiet again," he says softly.
you let out a small breath. "you keep saying that."
"because you keep doing it."
you glance at him. this time, you don't look away immediately. "i'm just thinking."
"dangerous," he murmurs, pulling a small smile from you.
you reach for the door handle. "thanks for dinner," you say, like you're trying to keep it normal.
"yeah," he replies with a soft smile.
you open the door, stepping out thinking that the night is wrapped up. that he'll pull away and let you go. but then, you hear his door open too.
he rounds the front of the car, meeting you halfway up the short path to your door. he took his time not rushingâbecause he never did.
when you stop in front of your door, you turn to face him. and suddenly, it's close. closer than it's been all night. there wasn't a table, a center console, or any distractions now. just him, towering over you and filling your entire vision with nothing but him. his musky cologne quickly filled your nostrils, throwing your mind off balance.
"you don't have to walk me up," you say quietly, close to a whisper.
"i know," he says. but he doesn't step back.
a long pause fills the air, stretching long enough for the tension to feel intentional. his gaze drops briefly, to your lipsâthen back up to your eyes.
your breath catches again, softer now. but you were too close for namjoon to not notice it. "are you always thisâ" you start, then stop.
"this what?" he asks lowly, clenching his jaw ever so slightly at the mere sight of you fumbling with your words in front of him.
you shake your head slightly. "i don't even know."
a faint smile pulls at his mouth. "good." he took another step closer, not enough to trap you, but enough for the warmth of his body to wrap around you.
then, his hand lifts, hesitating for half a second before gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. he does it carefully, like he was giving you all the time in the world to pull away. but you didn't.
"you're overthinking again," he murmurs, low eyes scanning every inch of your face.
your voice comes out quieter than you expect. "you keep saying that like it helps."
"it does," he suggests casually.
"how?"
he leans in barely. he doesn't completely close the distance between you, but it was enough to send a bolt of warmth down your body. "because you're still here."
you tilt your head up just a little, before he leans in just a sliver more. and for a second, the moment is right there, sitting heavy in the little distance there was between you.
and then, he stops. just barely, coming to a small still when you could practically feel his breath on you. just enough that it didn't happen.
your eyes flicker across his face, confused, a little breathless. he watches your reaction carefully, low eyes trained onto your every movement.
and suddenly, there's that faint smirk againâbut it's softer; barely there and more restrained than usual in a way you almost didn't catch.
"goodnight, doll," he said lowly. "sleep well."
like nothing had almost just happened.
he steps back, ripping the thick air that had just sat between you like a third person. breaking it and leaving you there standing with it.
âyouâreââ you start, but you don't even know what to call him.
he tilts his head slightly, licking his lips and averting his gaze down you one last time. âwhat?â
you exhale half-laugh and half-frustration. âannoying.â
he smiles, dimples pulling at his cheeks. âi know," he says, before turning around and walking back to his car.
from the doorstep, you watch him get in, turn on the engine, and leave. leaving you there with more thoughts than your racing heart could keep up with and a miserable dampness in your panties.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
namjoon's place is quiet again. too quiet.
he tosses his keys down, walks a few steps in, then stopsâlike his body forgot what he was about to do.
because his mind was entirely somewhere else.
it was still at your door. still immersed into that moment.
he leans back against his kitchen counter, exhaling. he's replaying everything now, like dinnerâthe way you didn't switch up when you found out what he did. you weren't suddenly impressed or started asking the wrong questions.
you stayed the same. maybe you were a little quieter, a tad bit more aware. but you didn't completely fold.
that absolutely sat under namjoon's skin now. he was completely enamored by you, and didn't want to pull a girl like you into his chaotic world. didn't want you to adjust to him because of who he was, like most people did.
but you didn't. you just took it in, and kept going. you stayed exactly the sameâyou still called him annoying and told him he wasn't impressive.
he looks at his phone sitting a few feet away. he already gave you control once. he let you decide whether or not to text him, to decide if it was going to go anywhere or not.
but he wasn't going to do that tonight.
him: you always look at people like that or was that just for me?
he sets the phone down, but not far. because you've consumed every inch of his mind again without even trying to. he thinks about the your eyes dropped to his lips, the way you didn't pull away.
his jaw tightened slightly. he knew he was in trouble.
his phone lit up again.
her: like what?
he lets out a quiet breath, a smile pulling at his lips. the way you played it off, like you always did, made him only want more. made him think that maybe he should've kissed you right then and thereâshould've forgot about being a man and taking his time with you andâ
he slowly took in a deep breath through his nose, dragging a hand across his face.
him: like you were about to do something you'd regret
her: don't know if i'd call it regret
namjoon liked that a little too much, licking his lips and leaning back. because now, he knows you felt it too.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
a few days and several text conversations later, namjoon sends you a text on a night he knows you're not working. no question or explanation, just;
joon: be ready at 7
when he picks you up, the air already shifts when you walk outside. it was in the way he looked at you, slow and deliberate, like he wasn't hiding it at all anymore. he takes his time, eyes trailing from your shoes, to the way your skirt falls, the jewelry at your wrist, to your face.
"you always dress like this, doll?" he asks lowly, stepping closer to you.
you raise an eyebrow, ignoring the way the name made your brain feel like mush. "like what?"
"like you knew exactly what you were doing when you picked that."
your lips pressed together slightly, trying not to smile. "maybe i did."
a faint smirk pulled at his lips. "yeah," he agreed. "i think you did."
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
the driver is longer, along the coast again. his tinted windows are cracked, music low with the sky fading into the darkest blue that only happens by the water.
you and namjoon talk, but it's far from that careful, first date way. the conversation flowed between you easily. you interrupted each other, went off on tangents. doubled back to things you both said earlier. like you both have done this together longer than you actually had.
when you arrive, the place is even more secluded than last time. a quiet overlook with soft lights and the ocean extending endlessly in front of you. the sound of waves clashed below in a way that was steady and grounding.
it felt private, like the rest of the world didn't exist here.
you and namjoon sit closer this time without question. dinner stretches and the conversation flows. you don't even discuss all the big things, but it's the way you talk about the small ones that makes it feel different.
you tell him about what hobbies you have, about your jobâhow it's routine, how people underestimate it, and how sometimes you feel stuck. and he doesn't brush it off or give you empty encouragement like most people did.
"you're not stuck," he corrected you firmly.
you scoff every is slightly. "that's easy for you to say."
"it's not about me," he replies softly. "you just need to find what you want."
you pout slightly in a way that makes his heart falter. "and you have?"
he pauses for half a second. "yeah." that same confidence remained in his tone, and for a second it felt like he might have been talking about something else.
at some point, his hand settles at the back of your chair. but this time, it stays. it wasn't touching you directly, but it was close enough to make you aware of it. aware of him.
you shift slightly and his slender fingers brush at your shoulders. they rest there for a second longer than necessary before pulling back. his warmth and his actions sent an unbearable heat between your legs.
after dinner, you both step away from the table, walking along the edge of the overlook. the night air is cooler now, ocean breeze slipping through you. you and him walk a little closer than before, shoulders lightly brushing with every few steps.
you wrapped your arms around you slightly, and his jacket is already around your shoulders before you can say anything.
you glance back at him, stopping in your steps to look at him properly. "you know... you're very sure of yourself."
"that bothers you?"
"no," you admit honestly. "it's justâdifferent."
he pauses for a small moment. "from what you're used to?" he asks.
you nod slightly. he studies you for a second. "you're trying to figure out how old i am again."
your eyes widen slightly. "i'm notâ"
"you are."
you exhale. "okay, maybe a little."
he lets your confession sit in the air before he nods slightly toward a couple walking past you twoâa generation older than you, quieter, and settled. "you think i'm closer to them, or closer to you?" he asks.
you look back at the couple, then back at him. you really look at him, thinking about the way he carries himself. the way he speaks. the way he doesn't rush anything.
your expression shifts. "...okay," you say slowly. "how old are you?"
he pauses for longer than just a few seconds. "thirty-three," he answers finally.
you can't help but blink. once. twice. "...really?"
"yeah."
you study him again, like the answer didn't quite align with what you were seeing. "you don't look thirty-three."
"i know," he answered casually.
"that's kind of unfair," you said playfully.
he smiled softly. "i've heard that."
a quiet beat passes as namjoon watches you carefully, curiously watching your expression.
you shrug slightly. "okay."
he tilts his head. "that's all?"
"what?" you ask. "were you expecting something else?"
"most people... adjust," he stated.
you look at him deeply, peering up at him through your eyelashes. "well i'm not most people."
he steps closer, lightly closing the space between you. his scent filled your head once again, making your breath catch.
"yeah," he said lowly. "i noticed."
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
later, when you leave the restaurant together, you don't rush out. you never do.
namjoon walks slightly behind you first as you both headed towards the entrance, one hand finding its way onto the small of your back. it became natural now, something you didn't react toâexternally, at least.
his hand was there, guiding you carefully down the steps.
two hostesses near the front glance up. then they glance at namjoon. then to you, then back at him.
a quick look exchanged between them followed by a few whispers and positive smiles. he catches it immediately. of course he does.
namjoon doesnât look directly at themâhe doesnât acknowledge itâbut thereâs the faintest change in his expression. then his hand presses just slightly firmer at your back.
a quiet, almost instinctive gesture. not to show off. just to keep you closeâand slightly focus the attention on you.
you don't notice the whispers, but you do notice the presence of his hand grow warmer. "what?" you ask, glancing back at him.
"nothing," he says easily.
the lights from the restaurant glowed behind you, the cool night air and a soft breeze coming off the water hitting you all at once.
there's a small set of marble steps leading down towards the parking area. you start down them without thinkingâmind entirely captured by namjoonâand suddenly your heel catches slightly.
it's quickâbarely a stumble, but it's enough to throw you off balance slightly. his large hands instantly find their way to your waist firmly, tightening his grip and steadying you before you could even process anything.
"careful, baby," he murmurs, low and close. the name slipping out like it had always belonged there.
you freeze for half a second, breath catching slightly before you steady yourself, hand instinctively brushing against his arm.
"I'm fine," you say, a little too quickly, beginning to continue a careful ascend down the steps and ignoring the heat on your cheeks.
namjoon however, doesn't move his hands right away. they linger on your waist a second longer than necessary, making sure you're fully balanced. "i know," he says calmly.
you look up at him, trying to play it off. "you don't have toâ"
"i know," he cuts in softly.
and when you reach the bottom of the steps, his hand doesn't leave your back. it stays there, steady, guiding you towards his car like you're already part of his space.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
the drive back is quiet, the low vibration of the music and the city lights and palm trees flickering past practically lulling you to sleep.
and namjoon's presence, of course.
his large hand rested on the wheel, the other on the center console. close enough. by the minute, you swear it continues to get closer.
"tell me about him," namjoon says suddenly, the deep baritone of his voice making your thighs press together slightly.
you frown slightly from confusion. "about who?"
"your ex."
it catches you off guard. "...why?"
he shrugs lightly, sharp eyes still on the road. "i'm curious."
you hesitate before sighing. "he was..." you trailed off, trying to find the right word. "lazy."
half a second passed. "immature," you added. "didn't really pay attention to me unless it was convenient."
and as you talk, namjoon's jaw tightens slightly. it's subtle and controlled in a way you don't notice, but it's there.
"he just-" you shook your head slightly, looking out the window. "i don't know. it felt like I was always asking for the bare minimum."
for a long second, silence fills the car. namjoon's fingers tap once against the console. then, they shift. his hand moves unhurriedly, eventually finding its way to rest against your thigh, making a sharp bolt of warmth shoot down your body.
"yeah," he says finally, voice low and rough. "that sounds about right."
you glance at him. "what does that mean?"
he paused for a second. "guys your age," he continues, calm but edged with something sharper now. "they don't know what to do with a woman like you."
your stomach flips in a way that is impossible to ignore. "and you do?" you ask teasingly, trying to keep your tone steady.
his thumb shifts slightly against your thigh slightly. butterflies erupted in your stomach and your thighs shifted in a way you couldn't help, trying to disregard the heat between your legs.
"i wouldn't ignore you," he says simply.
the air in car seems to shift as you swallow hard, glancing out the window before looking back at him. "you barely know me."
"i know enough," he answers.
your breath catches slightly. namjoon's hand stays sat on your thigh steadily, like he knows exactly what it's doing to you.
"and i definitely wouldn't have you asking for anything," he adds. his words land deeper than they should, etching themselves into the back of your mind without asking.
you let out a quiet, almost nervous laugh. "you're very confident."
"i'm honest," he says. he pauses for a moment. then, his voice drops just a littleâ"big difference."
you look at him again, thoroughly scanning his face this time. "you always talk like that?" you ask.
"only when i mean it."
another silence settles between you, this time sitting thick; heavy with everything both of you haven't said. his hand finally shifts, but not away from you. it only slides higher along your thigh before settling again.
"relax, doll," he murmurs softly, voice low and deep.
you exhale slowly, trying to steady yourself. "you're doing that on purpose."
"doing what?"
you shake your head slightly. "you know exactly what."
a faint smirk pulls at his lips. "yeah," he answers. "i do."
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
suddenly, the rest of the drive feels too short.
namjoon pulls to your curb, parking swiftly with one hand before cutting the engine. silence fills the space, neither of you reaching for the door immediately.
you look down at your hands, then back up, like you're about to say somethingâbut the words don't come as easily now. because everything, from the restaurant, the drive is still sitting in between you. his hand, his voice. doll.
"you got quiet again," he says softly.
you let out a small breath. "you make it hard not to."
he stills ever so slightly, like your words had pulled something out of him. "do i?" he asks.
you look at him, holding his intense gaze this time. "yeah."
he pauses for longer than normal, eventually moving his hand before his mouth. he starts slowânot to your thigh this timeâbut higher. his fingers lift, brushing lightly along your jaw. just the tips, tracing the line like he needed to memorize it.
your breath catches immediately, peering up at him through your eyelashes as you seemingly couldn't look away from his face. he tilts his head slightly, watching your reaction closely.
"you always look like this when you're thinking?" he murmurs.
your voice comes out quieter than you expect. "like what?"
his thumb lingers beneath just beneath your chin for just a second. then it shifts slightly, guiding your face just enough so that you're looking directly at him and nothing else.
"like you're trying to figure out if this is a good idea," he says.
your heart practically stumbles. because he absolutely was right. "and?" you ask quietly.
a small smirk pulls at his mouth. but this one was softer, like it was more certainty than teasing. "i think you already decided," he murmurs. his gaze drops briefly, down to your lips, then back up again. this time, he doesn't even try to hide it.
"you're dangerous, you know that?" you say, barely above a whisper.
he leans in slightly, his scent taking over your lungs. "yeah?"
your breath is uneven now. "yeah."
his gaze drifts again, over your face, slower this time. fully taking you in. "you still thinking about the age thing?" he asks.
"no," you respond, holding the burning eye contact.
he studies you for half a second, like he's deciding if you're telling the truth. then, he exhales quietly, almost amusedly. "yeah," he says. "didn't think you would."
his hand lifts from your chin before resting lightly at your waist, thumb pressing just slightly before easing.
"probably better for you," he adds, voicer lower now, teasing but grounded in something real and deep, "if you didn't get used to someone like me."
your stomach flips instantly. "who says i'm getting used to you?" you shoot back, trying to play it off.
a smile tugs at his lips. "doll," he murmurs, softer and closer, the warmth of his breath hitting your neck. "you're already here."
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
a few days later, namjoon sends you an address located in the corner of a private street in LA telling you to meet him there. telling you that he wanted to show you something.
a building tucked slightly off the main road, close enough to the water that the air already feels different when you step out of the car.
you hesitate for a half a second before going in. not nervous, but just a little too aware of what you were walking into. with a few instructed taps on the door buzzer, you were let in.
inside, the hallway light is dim, soft lights lining the walls that were decorated with award cases, album posters, and framed vinyls. the floors were sleek and bass echoed through the walls.
you followed the sound the sound down the hallway, until you find a studio door that's slightly open. the gold plate on it reading, "kim namjoon" then below it, "head executive producer."
you exhale softly, heart slightly stopping at that and swallowing a little too hard before you push it gently, and that's when you see him.
sitting at the main console, leaning forward slightly, elbows resting near the soundboard. one hand adjusting a dial, the other resting against his chin like he's listening too closely.
he was so immersed that he hadn't noticed you yet.
the room was lowly litâcolored LEDS instead of overhead lights, the glow from the equipment reflecting softly against his face.
and there's something about him like thisâfocused, quiet, and completely in his elementâthat hits differently, making your stomach twist into a knot.
his sleeves are pushed up again, glistening watch catching the light as he moves his hand. a chain rests below his collar, barely visible, but sparkling in the light.
everything about him is so simple, but it fits him all too well. you don't mean to stare, but you definitely do.
and then, like he felt itânamjoon finally glances up. your eyes immediately meet, and you swear you felt a spark flash through your body.
for a split second, he doesn't say anything. he just looks at you, gaze taking you in deliberately.
then, he licks his lips so lightly you almost don't catch it. "you just going to stand there," he says, voice low and soft. "or are you coming in?"
you blink, snapping out of your trance slightly. "i-i didn't want to interrupt."
"you didn't," he replies easily. but his eyes linger on you for a second longer, almost like he knew you were watching him.
you step inside, softly closing the door behind you. the white lighting from the hallway had disappeared now, fully engulfing you into his worldâhis studio, his creative spaceâthe place where he made every hit even possible. the big room suddenly felt smaller now, more private.
you look around, taking it all in. the walls are boarded with soundproof panels, and large speakers are placed around the sleek equipment. there's two chairs, a beanbag, and couch with folders of music sheets and lyrics scattered on the floor and on counter tops. "this is... really nice."
"mm," he hums, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs slightly. "it works."
you glance at him. "you say everything like that."
"like what?"
"like it's not a big deal."
a faint smirk. "it's not."
you roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips. he gestures towards the seat next to him. "come here." it wasn't a question.
you walk over, sitting beside himâcloser than expected, immediately greeted by his warmth and the musk of his cologne.
he turns towards the console, grabbing a pair of high-end headphones. "listen to this," he says. he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before carefully placing them over your head.
music playsâsmooth and layered. it had no lyrics, but it was already catchy. you hummed in delight. "it's really good," you said softly, gently taking the headphones off.
"i know," he replies casually.
you laugh. "you're insufferable."
he glances at you, a smirk forming. "you're still here though."
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
after a few minutes of namjoon showing you some buttons, he glances at you. "you want to try something?" you look at him, a bit hesitant. "like what?"
he shifts slightly, turning your chair just enough so that your angled more towards the board. "come on," he says, nodding towards the controls. "i'll show you."
"...i feel like i'm going to mess something up," you say.
"you won't."
"how do you know?" he leans in slightly, his breath hitting your neck ever so slightly. "because i'm right here."
your stomach flips again. he reaches around you slightly, one hand bracing lightly against the edge of the console near you, the other guiding your hand toward a dial.
âturn this,â he says, voice lower now, near your ear.
you try to focus. you really do. but namjoon is close. too close. his warmth spilling all over you, hitting you in all the places that made your thighs pull closer together.
you turn the dial slowlyâand immediately the sound distorts in a ridiculous way. you both pause.
"...was that supposed to happen?" you ask.
he stares at the board for a second before a short laugh escapes him, dimples tugging at his cheeks. "no," he says.
you burst out laughing. "i told you!"
he shakes his head with another laugh, reaching forward to fix it, his arm brushing yours again. "you didn't break it," he says. "relax."
"i definitely did something."
"you did," he replies with a smile. "just not what i said."
you laugh again, softer this time.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
you're standing now, not sitting anymore.
because namjoon told you to.
âstand here,â he said, guiding you lightly by the waist until you were in front of the soundboard. no asking, just placing you there. you stiffened under his touch that sent a light shock through you.
"relax, doll," he murmurs behind you. the deep baritone of his voice hitting a little too close.
you exhale slowly, trying to focus on the board in front of youâbut it's hard when you can feel him right behind you. he steps in closer, practically pressing you together.
one hand reaches around you, bracing against the console. the other finds yours, fingers sliding over yours, adjusting your grip on one of the controls. "not like that," he says, low. "too quick."
"i'm not doing anything fast," you defend weakly, trying your best to sound steady.
you hear a quiet, almost amused exhale behind you. "yeah?" he murmurs deeply.
his chest brushes lightly against your back as he leans in closer, guiding your hand againâslower this time. "you rush when you're nervous."
"i'm not nervous."
"mm," he hums, unconvinced. his hand tightens slightly over yours, turning the dial with you. the sound shifts, smoother this time. "like that," he says.
but he doesn't move away, not even a little bit. you swallow, your body hyper-aware of every point of contact. his hand over yours, his chest behind you, his voice vibrating your ear. and you definitely tried to ignore something hard resting against your ass.
"you do this with everyone?" you ask.
"no," he answered simply.
at to that, your heart stumbled. his hand left yours, but only came to settle at your waist, firm and steady. in his grip he turned you slightlyânot fully, but enough to turn your attention away from the board and onto him. "you're distracted again," he murmured.
you let out a soft breath. "you keep saying that like it's my fault."
a smirk pulls at his lips, one that you can practically hear in his voice. "doll," he says lowly, "you haven't been focused since you walked in."
your stomach flips as you turn your head slightly, giving just enough space to look back at himâbut it's a mistake. because he's already looking at you, his face much closer than expected and barely any space left between you now.
"you always get like this?" he asks softly.
"like what?"
his gaze drops slowly, then back up again. "quiet." he pauses. "...when you feel something."
your breath catches. "you act like you know me," you say.
"i do," he replies casually. those words shouldn't hit you as hard as they do, but they do anywayâcausing your heart to leap.
he shifts you fully this time, making you fully face him as his large hands still rested at your waist, thumbs pressing in ever so slightly.
"or maybe," he adds, voice quieter now. "you're just not used to someone who pays attention."
your chest rises slowly. "and you do?"
"to you?" he asks quietly, something flickering across his eyes. "of course i do."
a small pause. "i wouldn't ignore you," he mutters in your ear, breath hot down your neck in a way that makes your hairs stand up. his hand tightens slightly against you. "not like they did."
his words land, striking the base of your heart deeply. "and i definitely wouldn't have you guessing where you stand."
your breath is uneven now, but you can't seem to look away. "confident," you murmur.
"experienced," he corrects simply. his voice and his head dips lower just slightlyâ"difference is...i know how to treat a woman like you properly."
and suddenly the last thread holding you steady is already gone. you exhale softy, almost a laugh, but not quite. "you always talk like this?"
"only when i mean it."
silence fills the space around you, heavy and close. one of his hands lifts from your waist slowly before coming to your jaw and tracing along it deliberately, just like he did before.
his thumb sits at your chin, tilting your face up just slightly. it takes everything in you for your knees to not buckle right then and there, taking in his low, piercing gaze.
"you keep looking at me like that," you whisper.
"like what, hm?" he asks, voice low as he tilts his head lower, leaving little space between your noses. you felt like your whole world was spinning, trying to ground yourself properly without clinging onto him.
"like you're about to do something."
he pauses for a split second, licking his lips while his eyes practically swirled with darkness. thenâlow and certainâ"i am."
and this time, namjoon doesn't stop himself. he leans in, fully closing the last bit of distance between you, crashing his lips onto yours. it's immediateâbut not rushed. he kisses you slow, deep, like he's been holding it back for too long and finally had decided he was done.
you respond quickly, completely melting under the contact and moving your lips into his. your breath catches against his, one hand instinctively finding one of his big arms, while the other gripped on his shirt to steady yourselfâ because it hits you all at once.
the way he pulls you closer against him, one of his hands firmly settled at your waist while the other holds your head possessively, gently tilting your head at an angle that allowed him to kiss you deeper.
you lean into him without thinkingâand he feels it, of course. he hooks his fingers around the belt loop of your denim skirt, pulling you even closer. the kiss deepensâbut it isn't overwhelming. it's certain, like he wanted to take his time with his lips against yours.
your fingers tightened against him, causing him to exhale quietly against your lips, like he had been waiting for that exact response from you.
when you both pull back, you barely move an inch. foreheads close, breath uneven, and neither of you pulling away. his hands remain at your waist, yours still on him.
and after a second of catching your breathânamjoon leans in again. not because he's testing it anymore, but because he wants itâno, he needs it again. and you seem to meet him there just as fast.
his lips capture yours for the second time that night, practically taking your breath with him. your thighs press together slightly as you kiss him back, your hand sliding higher along his arm, gripping his bicep and pulling him closer without even realizing it.
his grip tightens slightly. "don't start something you can't finish, doll..." he murmurs quietly against your lips, voice rough.
the kiss suddenly shifts, not messy or rushedâbut hungry. namjoon's hand slid shamelessly down your waist and onto your ass, sliding up and down its curve like it was already his.
that pulled a gasp out of you, and he saw it as the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. you allow him, opening your mouth more to let him further explore it with his tongue. your lips practically molded together, saliva mixing as he swirled his tongue around yours.
"look at you..." he mutters, barely pulling back, his thumb brushing your jaw again. "so responsive."
your stomach flips more times than you can count. "don'tâ" you start, breath uneven, but you can't even finish the sentence before you feel dampness between your legs.
"don't what, baby?" he asks lowly, smirking faintly against your lips. "don't notice you?" he kisses you again before you can answer. his hand slides up from your ass, up your waist to your sideâslower and more deliberate, before settling it there again, like he's grounding you there with him.
your grip on him tightens, deepening the kiss without intending to. "doll..." he murmurs, quietly now like it's a warning.
but he doesn't stop, and you most certainly don't want him to. all of a sudden namjoon is moving, guiding you back without breaking the kiss, step by step, until the back of your legs hit the couch.
you exhale softly in surpriseâbefore you're sitting and he is too, pulling you with him. now, you find yourself on his lapâstraddled on top of him with his hands firmly gripping your thighs and with everything much closer.
your hands find his broad shoulders, this time holding onto him like you desperately need to steady yourself, leaning into him once more. and namjoon notices, like he always does.
a low exhale leaves him, almost like a quiet laugh. "not pulling away anymore, are you, baby?" he murmurs, brushing his lips along your jaw slowly while his big palms drag up and down your thighs.
his plush lips trace the line of your jaw, littering soft kisses and your head tilts slightly to give him space without even thinking about it. "good," he praises quietly against your skin, lips trailing their way down your neck.
as he presses soft kisses along your neck, one of his hands presses a little firmer into your thigh, keeping you against him as the other rested gently at your neckânot enough to put pressureâbut enough for your mind to go blank and make your thighs noticeably shift.
your breath hitches just above him, and his other hand soothes slowly against your thigh to steady you. "you have no idea..." he murmurs, lightly digging his teeth into your skin, making you shudder. "how hard i was trying to take my time with you."
your fingers tighten against him, struggling to ignore the unbearable ache in your core. "then why aren't you?" you manage softly, voice weaker than usual, knowing you didn't want that.
he paused for a moment, the warmth of his breath tingling down your neck and through your spine. his voice comes lower this time, but steadier. "because you stopped me from wanting to."
he pulls back just enough to look at you again, dark and low eyes trailing every inch of your face. his hand comes up, brushing your hair behind your ear slowly, slower than before.
"you're trouble, princess," he says lowly, another nickname rolling off his tongue with ease. "but i like it."
your breath is still uneven, your heart racing faster than your mindâbut you don't look away. "good," you murmur.
namjoon's jaw tightens slightly at thatânot in frustration, but in complete restraint. what's left of it, at least.
his hand that rested along your neck slid up, tilting your chin upwards with his thumb once again, making sure that you were really looking at him. "you sure about this, doll?" he asks lowly.
you nod without hesitation. "yes."
a small pause fills the thick, small space between you, but his smoldering gaze doesn't leave yours. his gentle hold on your jaw tightens ever so slightlyânot to harm you, but to ground you into the moment. "you understand...i'm not the kind of man you forget after this."
your breath catches, but you don't pull back. "i know," you say softly, holding his gaze.
his hands return to your waist, firmer this time, pulling you just slightly closer to himâclose enough that space barely existed anymore. "yeah..." he murmured, his thumb tracing lightly along your skin. "then stay with me."
you nearly shuddered from his words, the warmth of his body on yours surrounding you and making your skin tingle. "i will," you nearly whispered, praying that he couldn't feel the dampness between your legs at the thought of never leaving his side.
"good," he grunted in your ear, hot breath spilling down your neck. he pulled back just slightly before closing the space between you once again, tilting your head with his thumb and pulling your lips in with his unhurriedly.
you immediately softened into him as you moved your lips together, your chest immediately becoming flush against his and practically folding underneath his touch. his hands left your waist, finding their grip lower and onto your ass, holding you steadily against him while his tongue explored you once more.
his lips left yours to litter your neck with kissesâsloppy and open-mouthed this time, sucking harder and marking a trail of red marks down to your collarbone. you whimpered with every suck, thighs noticeably shifting against his legs.
namjoon's slender fingers found their way underneath your top, sliding it up slowlyâlike he was waiting for you to stop himâbut you never did. you only complied, lifting your arms up. and in one swift motion, your top was off, and his lips already found themselves on your cleavage.
"so beautiful, baby," he murmured into your skin, tongue lightly lapping against the mark he had just made on top of your breast.
suddenly you felt his big palms on your waist once again before he manhandled youâlifting you up and lying you gently across the couch before his large figure quickly filled your vision and filling up your entire view.
all you could see in the ambient light of his studio was his broad shoulders, his low, piercing eyes, and glimmering chain now hanging in front of your face before he captured your lips again. you practically moaned into it, fingers gripping tightly into his shirt like you needed more.
"fuck," he murmured against you between kisses, intertwining his long fingers with yours, dragging your palm deliberately up his chest. your hands moved before your mind, tugging him closer by his shirt and immediately fumbling with the buttons.
he smirked, large hands moving to help you take it off. once he tossed it somewhere in the room, your hands danced around his body greedily, trailing over his abs, from his chiseled chest and to his swell back.
"should be taking you to my house like a fuckin' man. should fuck you in my bed slow 'n proper. but i've lost my patience with you, doll," he breathed lowly, licking his lips with hunger.
you could only bring yourself to whimper, as namjoon's big palm creeped around your thigh, trailing every so slowly inwards before stopping. your legs couldn't help but twitch helplessly underneath his touch, causing him to let out an amused breath of air.
"but you don't want that, do you?" he asked lowly in your ear, the desire in his voice making your core ache with unbearable need. his hands trailed closer to your heat, dragging his fingers leisurely against your inner thigh.
you shook your head desperately, but that wasn't enough for him. his fingers hooked around your skirt. "wanna hear you use that pretty mouth of yours, baby."
"iâyesâ" you blurted breathlessly, struggling to find the words. "i want itâwant you. here, joonie. right now."
his cock strained even harder against his pants. "good girl," he muttered before pulling your skirt down. when it was disregarded, namjoon's hands found your thighs again and you suddenly felt his long fingers trace against slowly against your sopping heat barely shielded by your lacy thong, sending a shiver down your entire body.
"wet for me already and i haven't even started with you," he smirked, finally hooking your panties to the side and letting your soaking core be hit by the cold air. your thighs instinctively went to clamp shut, but he quickly stopped them with his big hands.
"so sensitive, doll," he murmured, placing one big thumb just above your clit while the other fingers outlined your inner thigh. "guys your age don't take their time like this, do they?"
you shook your head immediately, whining out before his fingers glided up slowly against your wetness, his index finger swiping in between your folds. his thumb rubbed your clit in a long circle, pulling out a desperate whine out of your mouth.
finally, he pushed one long finger in between your folds, sliding into your hole that sucked him in, your wetness gushing his fingers. you whined loudly as he dragged it along your walls before plunging back in.
namjoon closed the distance between your faces, capturing your lips in with his and sucking on your bottom lip as he inserted another finger, thrusting into you at a steady pace while his thumb remained on your clit.
when he pulled away, it was only to align his face at your entrance. his hand firmly gripped onto your thighs, holding you in place. his fingers slowed inside of you as his nose came close to your core, the warmth of his breath directly hitting your pussy and making you twitch underneath him.
a small smirk pulled at his lips before he poked his tongue out, licking a light, gentle stripe against your folds. "mm, taste so sweet, baby." you reacted immediately, thighs clenching around his head in a way he enjoyed a bit too much, his free hand wrapping around your leg firmly as he lapped delicately at your entrance.
you moaned his name, legs finally relaxing under his grip as he took his time with soaking your taste on his tongue. namjoon couldn't help but smirk against your folds, his plump lips completely enveloping your pussy into his mouth and sucking your wetness in hungrily.
it wasn't long before you felt his tongue greedily prying through your entrance, crying out in breathless moans. his two fingers stretched open your walls to allow more room for him to explore you with his tongue.
namjoon was absolutely driving you over the edgeâhis tongue plunged through your tight walls like no other, slender fingers stroking your insides while his thumb massaged your clit vigorously. he ate at you like he had starved for thisâyour back immediately curving off of the couch as you felt unbearable pressure twine into your stomach.
"that's it, doll," he cooed against your folds, his nose sitting on top of your clit. then, his voice dropped lowerâ"cum for me."
and so you didâcompletely letting go as your first orgasm tore through you like lightning. your legs shook around namjoon's head, his free hand rubbing against your thigh gently while his two fingers slowed inside of you. his tongue moved against your folds slowly, taking in every last drop of your release between his lips.
when your body was finally at ease from the state of euphoria he took you to, namjoon trailed kisses from your stomach and up, his hands gently caressing your sides.
"look at you taking me so good," he murmured between kisses, lips on yours now. "think you're ready for my cock, hm, baby?"
you nodded quickly, practically squirming beneath him. "yes joonâneed it so bad." your fingers found his belt loopâhis large hands finding yours immediately, helping you take off his pants entirely.
it was then when you saw the largest imprint strained tightly against his boxers, making you swallow hard without even realizing. his fingers looped around the hem, taking them off in a swift motion as he stood up.
his cock sprung out in front of youâthick, long, and angry with pre-cum glistening at the end. you sat up straight, jaw slightly slack without even realizing. namjoon's lips fought a smirk as he hovered over you, large shoulders swell and thick member curving up.
his low eyes looked down at you, clouded with darkness. he wrapped his large hand around the thick base of his cock, stroking slightly while taking in the sight of you in front of him.
"fuck," he grunted, "don't got any condoms, baby." "it's okay, joon," you replied softly.
"you sure, doll?" he asked, tracing his fingers lightly against your jaw, tilting your head to look up at him fully.
you nodded. "wanna feel all of you," you said almost shyly.
"have no clue what you're doing to me," he responded lowly, almost to himself. then namjoon leaned down, grabbing your hips and lifting you up swiftly. you yelped in surprise as he sat down, bringing you back on top of his lap. only this time, you were skin to skin, your arousal miserably smearing onto his legs.
but he didn't seem to care. his large hands rubbed softly down your sides as he licked his lips. "you're so small, baby," he muttered in your ear, his thumb pressing into the side of your hip. "might break you."
"that's okay," you whispered, peering up at him with big, needy eyes.
"yeah?" he asked darkly, like your response had just snapped the last bit of restraint left in him. he held onto your hips firmly as he pulled you up, aligning your entrance with his cock. "gonna ruin you then, baby."
your hands gripped onto his broad shoulders immediately to steady yourself, his fat tip pushing through your folds and breaking into your tight entrance. you moaned out in a mix of pleasure and pain, feeling every inch of his width pushing slowly into your walls as you sunk down fully on his lap.
his grasp on you became tighter as he guided you further down, hissing in pleasure as he split you open widely with his cock. your eyes shut tight as your inner thighs kissed his. slowly, the tip of his member found the back of your walls, your head throwing back from the overwhelming stretch.
namjoon held you against him firmly, allow you to fully adjust to his length before he captured your lips into a kiss. "it's okay, doll," he murmured against you. "you're taking me so well."
after a minute of soft, warm coos in your earânamjoon began to slide you up and down his vast length slowly with his large hands, emitting a loud whine from your lips. soon, he picked his pace, his cock repeatedly kissing the deepest part of your hole. "good baby... that's it," he praised lowly.
your head was filled with nothing but the thought of you, him, and his fat cock curving up inside of you and exploring your walls. he took you to a pure state of euphoria as he thrusted up in you. his hold was firm on you as he bounced you up and down his cock.
your eyes fluttered at your view, melting under his piercing gazeâ his jaw tightened in pleasure and concentration, low eyes scanning your fucked-out expression hungrily. you nearly screamed in pleasure.
"such a good girl for me," he grunted in your ear, one large palm trailing up your sides before resting along your neck. his fingers wrapped around it slightlyânot enough to hurt, but enough to apply pressure that made your mind dizzy and your pussy clench his member tightly.
his other hand came firmer around your waist before suddenly you were movingâyour head being guided back down on the couch while your body was being manhandled by namjoon while he kept his cock buried deep inside of you. one hand settled beside your head while the other remained grazing your throat lightly.
once you both fully adjusted to the new position, namjoon continued to thrust in you, roaming your pussy at an entirely new angle. your wetness gushed around his cock sloppily, filling the room with lewd slapping noises. "you fit around me so well, doll," he muttered breathlessly, breath shooting down your spine as he littered messy kisses along your neck.
his hand traveled from your throat down to your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing it softly. you were a moaning mess beneath him as he fucked you relentlessly now, tip slapping messily against the spongiest part of your walls, making your mind go blank.
his palm found its way around your thigh, lifting it above his shoulder. he closed the distance between you two, cock greedily marking a place inside your hole in a way no one had ever done before as his chest pressed against yours.
he rutted his length inside of you, making your eyes roll back and the couch move back and forth with every movement. "gonna fill you up tonight, doll. gonna make you mine," he murmured. "what do you think, baby?"
you could only moan in response, lost in the feeling of his cock buried so deeply inside of you. "nuh uh," namjoon ticked lowly, his thrusts becoming brutal. "wanna hear that pretty voice of yours, baby."
"mmphâyes~ make me yours, joon," you whined breathlessly.
you cried outâheat coiling unbearably in your stomach, pure bliss clouding your mind as namjoon picked up his pace, feeling your walls hugging him in tightly. "yeah... right where you belong baby," he muttered. "taking me so good like this."
your second orgasm of the night hit you even harder this timeâripping through you like a monstrous ocean wave. he fucked you through your high, your legs shaking violently against him; release spilling all over his cock as you moaned out his name breathlessly.
"that's it, baby," he grunted lowly as he made his final, slower thrusts, burying himself inside you as deep as possible before releasing his hot seed into your walls. "come on my dick, pretty girl."
your vision was practically filled with stars as your body became limp under his grasp. he milked his cock deep in your walls before he pulled out with a sharp hiss, laying down beside youâlengthy body half on the couch and half off of it.
you both laid there next to each other breathless, chests moving up and down in sync as you processed what had just happened.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
suddenly, the studio is quiet again.
it wasn't completely silentâjust the low hum of equipment filling the room with one of his tracks still looping quietly in the background.
clothes half-on, curled against him on the couch with his large arm around your waist, holding you close against his chest like he had no intention of letting you drift away.
for awhile, neither of you say anything. namjoon's fingers moved slowly against your side, absentmindedly tracing soft patterns into your skin. the movement only grounded you into him more.
then finally, a low exhale left namjoon's lips. "c'mere," he murmurs softly, even though you were already pressed against him. his big hands slid higher along your back, pulling you in even closer anyway until your head was resting properly against his chest.
it only made your cheeks flush a bright redâthe moment feeling possessive in a way that was ever so gentle. like he just needed to make sure you were still there. now, you can hear his heartbeat. it thumps steadily now against his large chest.
"you okay?" he asks quietly.
you nod against him. "yeah," you reply softly.
then his lips brush lightly against the top of your head, placing a soft kiss that lingers. "good," he murmurs.
something about the way he said it made warmth spread through your chest again. his hand settles at your waist once more, thumb brushing lightly beneath the fabric of your top. "you still overthinking?" he asks after a minute.
you let out a small laugh against his chest. "maybe a little."
a quiet hum leaves him. "don't."
you tilt your head slightly to look at him. his expression is softer now. his gaze still intenseâbecause he always looks intense when looking at youâbut softer. "you regret it?" he asks gently.
you shook your head immediately. "no," you replied, meaning it with everything in your chest.
at your words, something in namjoon's expressions shifts. it wasn't surprise, it was only something deeper. his hand moves to your jaw, thumb brushing slowly along your cheek.
"good," he says again, quieter this time. then, like his confidence had just made a returnâ"would've been a problem if you did."
you laugh softly, cheeks warming again. "you're crazy, joon."
"for you?" he murmurs. "starting to think maybe."
your stomach flips all over again. namjoon studies you for a second, gaze moving slowly across your face like he's memorizing it. like he still can't believe that you're here. with him, and in his arms.
his hand slides along your thigh gently. this time, it isn't teasing. instead, it feels familiar and warm. "come back to my place," he says quietly.
you hesitate for maybe half a second, but only because your heart is racing faster than your mind. his thumb brushes lightly against your leg. "you don't have to leave, doll," he murmurs.
"you sure?" you ask quietly. because in your past, once guys were done, they were done with your presence for the nightâor even forever.
"of course," he says. then, a faint smile touches his mouth, voice dropping a little. "i'm not doing being around you."
and it only seemed that you weren't exactly done being around him either.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
two months later, being with namjoon feels easy. and it wasn't because he was simple. it was the exact opposite.
he's still intense, but still composed. he still walks through every room like he owns it without needing attention from anyone in it. but with you? he's soft in all the places it matters.
namjoon becomes part of your life so naturally it almost scares you sometimes.
mornings tangled up in his expensive sheets while sunlight pours through the massive windows of his house that overlooks the city. his large hand resting on your waist while he scrolls through emails lazily with the other. his bright smile on display every time he made you laugh or blush.
in his free time, he'd show up to your work with your favorite dinner meal. sometimes, he'd sit at a table in your section and order food just to be able to talk to you any chance you'd get.
afternoons where he pulls you into his lap while he's working on music. he'd barely let you sit more than a foot away from him before he was already touching you again somehow.
his fingers through your hair, your legs draped over his. his mouth against your temple when he quietly tells someone important over the phone that he'll "call back later."
and of course, he spoils you constantly. it wasn't in a loud way either. it was more like taking care of you and putting a smile on your face had just become his instinct.
he buys you things you casually mention liking once. he leaves designer bags on the bed like it's nothing. he'd get annoyed when you'd check price tags. he would sneakily place things in your basket at sephora as he trailed behind you, filling it up with everything you simply picked up and looked at.
you even tried to avoid going shopping with him sometimes because you never happened to pay for anything again.
"doll," he murmured one night, pulling your back against his chest, wrapping his large arms around you while you stared at a pair of brand new, christian louboutin red bottoms that he bought you. "if you like them, they're yours. stop thinking so hard."
and god, he hated it when you worked too much. he hated it even more when work stressed you out.
"you should call out," he tells you one morning, voice rough from sleep while you're leaving his bed for work.
you laugh softly. "some of us have to work, joonie."
his buff arms loop around your waist, pulling you back into the mattress effortlessly. "i know," he murmurs against your neck, nuzzling his nose into your warmth. "that's the problem."
eventually, namjoon starts saying it more seriously.
"quit," he says.
you look at him like he's insane every time. "be serious, joon."
"i am serious."
his hands slide along your thighs as you stand between his knees while he sits at the edge of the bed, looking up at you with that same, calm certainty heâs always had.
âiâll give you whatever you need,â he says simply. âwhy are you stressing yourself out when you donât have to?â
and the craziest part of it all to you, was that he meant it entirely. it wasn't because he wanted controlâit was because taking care of you pulled at his dimples and his heart more than anything else ever had.
somewhere along the way, you became each other's favorite part of life. people notice too and eventually, the internet catches on.
a photo of you two start surfacing of you leaving restaurant in west hollywood, his hand firm at the small of your back. then, photos of him opening the door for you. and photos of him looking at you instead of the camera.
one set of paparazzi pictures blow up incredibly fastâyou climbing into his car while he stands beside you in sunglasses and all black. one hand casually resting against the roof above your head, the other firm on your thigh as you settled into the seat.
neither of you comment on it, not publicly at least. but namjoon doesn't hide you either. because if anythingâhe loved being seen with you.
you noticed it in the small moments. the way his hand settled on your thigh more confidently when people recognized him on a date. the way he pulled you closer when cameras appeared. the way he looks almost amused by attention instead of irritated.
it was like he was always thinking, yeah, she's with me.
namjoon flexed you more than the music plaques on his wall or the collection of sleek cars in his driveway.
because throughout his entire career, no success, no hit record, or no amount of moneyâhad ever made him look at proud as you do sitting beside him.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
4 months later~
the city outside namjoon's windows is glowing gold and white beneath the dark sky, soft music playing quietly somewhere in his giant house.
you're curled against him on the couch in one of his hoodies. legs across his lap while he scrolls lazily through something on his phone with one hand resting absentmindedly along your thighs.
you both had been like this all evening. quiet and comfortable; surrounded by the kind of silence that only exists when two people know everything about each other completely.
honestly, it could scare you a little. because somewhere along these four months, you and namjoon had stopped feeling temporary. it stopped feeling like some kind of whirlwind or fling.
instead, it just started feeling right. it just felt like you and him and nothing else completely belonged.
you looked over at him. observed the sharp line of his jaw that was softened by the warm lighting. the expensive watch sitting around his wrist. the reading glasses he only wore at home that sat low on his nose while he checked emails.
the realization hit you about a month ago so hard and your chest had felt tight ever since. you were completely, undeniably, and utterly in love with him. but now, you couldn't seem to hold it in anymore.
"you're staring again."
your heart jumps slightly. namjoon doesn't even look up from his phone when he says it. you roll your eyes. "you're obsessed with yourself."
a smirk touches his lips. "no," he murmurs calmly, finally looking over at you. "just obsessed with you."
you look away before he can see your flushed face, but of course he already noticed it. because there simply wasn't a thing he didn't notice about you. his phone turned off immediately. "hey," he said gently.
your eyes lift back to his. immediately his expression changes into something softer, but more serious. his hands slide up from your thigh to your waist, pulling you a little closer across the couch until you're practically in his lap. "what's going on in that head, hm?" he asks.
"nothing."
"liar."
the words are gentle, affectionate in a way. you laugh softly, but it comes out nervous. he catches that too. one hand comes up, brushing lightly along your jaw. "talk to me, doll."
you swallow. your voice comes out quietlyâ"what if... i love you more than you love me?"
the room goes completely still. namjoon stares at you for seconds that stretch far too long, like you had just said something completely. unbelievable.
his brows pulled together. "baby," he says softly, confused, "what?"
your heart pounds instantly at the name. you try to laugh it off, suddenly embarrassed now. "i don't know, i justâ"
"no," he cuts in, hands tightening gently at your waist. they weren't harsh, but it was enough to stop you from spiraling away. "no, don't do that."
you looked back at him. and the way he was looking at you nowâgod. like this mattered. like you mattered.
"you really think you're ahead of me here?" he asks quietly, eyes boring into yours.
your breath catches as namjoon shifts closer, forehead resting lighting against yours. "i've been in love with you for a while now," he admitted softly.
for a second, you felt like you actually stopped breathing. his thumb brushed slowly against your cheek. "you just took longer to realize it."
a shaky laugh leaves you instantly, eyes burning now. namjoon smiles softly at that, an expression you only ever get to see.
"i love you," he says again, quieter this time. but it was certain, as if it were the most obvious thing it the world.
and suddenly every fear you hadâabout the age gap, about his fame, about his feelings for youâhad totally disappeared. because this manâthis calm, confident, impossible manâloves you so deeply that he didn't even hesitate to say it.
your eyes fluttered in disbelief, laughing away the butterflies in your stomach. "i love you too."
the smile that breaks across is face is small, but almost disbelieving. but it was unquestionably proud, like he had just won something prized. after that, he kissed you slowly. he enveloped your lips with his tenderly, soaking in all of your warmth beneath him.
"there you are," he murmurs softly. like you were always meant to end up here with him.
and somewhere between the side of the road and his arms, your little street thing had become everything.
â§âËđâ©âŹ âË.
a/n : hope u guys loved this as much as i do eee! sorry there was so much relationship building... this is the longest bts fic i've made (on this app at least) omg..but joon is actually so sexy i could die.
could see this turning into a small series bc theyâre lowk otp!! hehe :3 but who knows...
love u guys sm <3 read more of my joon fics here !!
Love in the Abyss
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 doesnât 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, Iâm always open to respectful and constructive criticism.
The fan sign event was loud and crazy.
Cameras flashed everywhere, and fans screamed with excitement. The members sat at a long table, smiling and waving. Your heart beat so fast as you waited in line.
You wore a big hoodie to cover yourself and a mask that covered your face. In your hands, you held your old diary filled with songs, sad stories, and secret dreams.
The line moved slowly.
Finally, you stood in front of RM.
You gave him your diary with shaky hands. RM smiled kindly, showing his dimples. âHi! Thank you so much for coming today. Whatâs your name?â
You whispered, âIâm Y/N⊠Your music helps me every day. It really means everything to me.â
RM nodded gently. âThat makes me so happy to hear. Please take care of yourself, okay? Weâll keep making good music for you.â He signed your diary and gave it back with a warm smile.
Next was Jungkook.
He looked at your big hoodie and laughed softly. âWow, arenât you hot in that big hoodie? Itâs warm here!â he teased, eyes playful.
You pulled your sleeves down quickly and laughed a little. âHaha, yeah⊠I feel cold sometimes. Your dancing is really cool, Jungkook.â
He grinned wide. âThank you! Stay cool and have fun today, okay?â 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.
âI really love your voice. Here⊠Please sign this for me,â 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.
âAre you okay?â he asked softly, only for you to hear. âReally? You can tell me.â
You nodded too fast. âI-Iâm fine. Thank you, Jin.â
He leaned forward a little. His eyes were full of worry.
Your heart raced. âItâs nothing. Don't worry. Your songs help me feel less alone.â
Jin looked straight into your eyes. âListen to me. Iâm really glad our music helps you. But you are important too. Please donât hurt yourself, okay? Talk to someone. Eat well, sleep well, and be kind to yourself.â
He finished signing the diary and slowly pushed it back to you. âCan you promise me youâll try? For me? For us?â
You held the diary tightly. Tears stung your eyes under the mask. âI⊠Iâll try. Thank you, Jin. Really. You donât know how much this means.â
Jin gave you a big, warm smile, but his eyes still looked worried.
You nodded, feeling your face get hot.
âTake care,â 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 werenât here to jump. You just wanted to breathe.
To feel something other than the heavy darkness that followed you everywhere.
Your husbandâs cruel words kept echoing in your head: âYouâre useless.â âPathetic.â âYouâll never escape me.â
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.
âWhat the hell are you doing?!â Jin shouted, voice full of panic. The beer can slipped from his fingers and crashed on the ground. âHey! Stop! Step back...â
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.
âI wasnât going to jumpâŠâ you whispered, voice shaking. âI swear I wasnâtâŠâ
Jin didnât let go.
His arms stayed wrapped around you tightly but gently.
âDonât lie to me,â he said, breathing hard. His voice was low and rough. âI saw you. You were standing right there. Look at me.â
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.
âY-Youâre the girl from the fan sign today,â he said quietly. âThe one with the diary⊠right?â
You tried to pull away, but he held you carefully.
âI donât know you,â you lied, voice breaking. âPlease⊠just let me go.â
Jin shook his head. âNo. Iâm not leaving you here like this.â
His eyes moved down.
Slowly and carefully, he rolled up the sleeve of your hoodie. When he saw the bruises â purple, red marks covering your skin... his breath caught sharply.
âOh my godâŠâ 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.
âWho did this to you?â Jin asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but you could hear the anger and sadness in it. âTell me. Please.â
You stayed silent, eyes dropping to the wedding ring on your finger.
Jinâs voice became even softer. âIs it⊠y-your h-husband?â
A sob escaped your throat. You pressed a hand over your mouth, trying to stop it, but more tears fell.
âYesâŠâ you finally choked out. âI-I just⊠I canât do this anymore.â
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.
âShh⊠itâs okay. Youâre not alone right now,â he murmured. âYou donât have to go back to him. Not ever if you donât want to.â
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.
âThis is my personal number,â he said seriously. âNot the company one. Call me anytime â 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.â
You stared at the card, tears falling onto his fingers.
âWhy are you doing this?â you whispered. âYou donât even know meâŠâ
âBecause...â Jin replied, voice thick with emotion. â...I canât just walk away knowing youâre hurting this much. No one deserves this.â
He held your hand for a moment longer, warm and steady.
âPromise me youâll call if it gets bad,â he said. âPromise me you wonât think of hurting yourself.â
You nodded slowly, clutching the card tightly. âI⊠I promise. Thank you, Jin.â
He gave you a small, sad smile and pulled you into another gentle hug. âStay safe for me, okay? And for yourself. You matter. A lot.â
The wind blew around you both, but for the first time in a long time, you didnât feel completely cold inside.
The small apartment was quiet until it wasnât.
You had just come back from the kitchen when you heard your husbandâs angry shout from the bedroom.
âWhat the hell is this?!â
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.
âYouâve been writing about them again?!â he roared, voice echoing through the thin walls. âYou stupid, obsessed little bitch! Look at this shit... their signatures! You went to some shitty event behind my back?â
âPlease⊠give it back,â you begged, voice shaking as you reached for it. âItâs just my diary. It doesnât mean anythingââ
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.
âDoesnât mean anything?!â he screamed. âYou think Iâm blind? I married you to punish your useless father, not so you could daydream about other men!â
Tears filled your eyes. âWhy did you even marry me then? You never loved me!â
He laughed bitterly, stepping closer.
âLove? Donât make me laugh. Your father owed me millions because of his gambling and those shady deals he kept dragging me into. Heâs never home because heâs always running from people he screwed over. Then your mother got cancer... Expensive treatments. Your pathetic part-time job couldnât even pay for one month of medicine.â
You stumbled back, holding your burning cheek. âThen why donât you just divorce me? Let me goâŠâ
He laughed darkly. âBecause this is more fun. And because as long as I pay those hospital bills, youâll stay like a good little wife, wonât you?â
He grabbed your arm tightly, fingers digging into old bruises.
âYour father came to me crying, âPlease help my wife.â And I said fine â but only if you marry me. He sold you to me without hesitation. And you agreed, didnât you? Because poor little you wanted to save your dying mother.â
You tried to pull your arm away, sobbing. âI had no choice⊠Mom was dying. I stayed all these years because youâre still paying her hospital bills. Iâm doing this for her!â
âNo choice?â he shouted. âYouâre mine now! My punching bag. I married you to make your father suffer every single day. Every time I hit you, Iâm really hitting him. Every time you cry, I enjoy it because heâs helpless.â
âPlease stop,â you cried. âAhh! Stop! It hurts! Pleaseâ!â
But he was already too angry. He twisted your arm hard behind your back until you screamed in pain.
âNo! Let go! It hurts! Please, Iâm sorry!â
âYouâll never escape me,â he snarled, his breath hot against your ear. âYouâre nothing without me. Useless. Pathetic. Just like your father.â
In one vicious move, he hooked his foot behind your legs and shoved you backward toward the stairs.
You lost your balance. âNoâ!â
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.
âIâm 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 motherâs hospital payments stop the second you do.â
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.
âHello?â Jinâs warm, familiar voice answered.
A sob broke out of you immediately. âJ-JinâŠ?â 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. âY/N? Is that you? What happened? Are you okay?â
You cried harder, clutching the phone. âPlease⊠help me. He beat me again. I fell down the stairs⊠it hurts so much. I canâtâŠâ
Jinâs voice became urgent and gentle at the same time. âWhere are you right now? Are you safe? Is he still there?â
âHe left⊠for a business trip,â you whispered, sobbing. âBut my ribs hurt... I can't even move. Iâm bleedingâŠâ
âListen to me, Y/N. Stay on the phone with me, okay? Donât hang up. Iâm going to help you. Tell me your address. Iâm coming right now. Youâre not alone anymore. I promise.â
You cried softly, holding onto his voice like a lifeline in the darkness. âIâm scared, JinâŠâ
âJust hold on. Iâm coming to get you out of there. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.â
Jinâs 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 didnât knock. He didnât even hesitate.
He pushed the front door open... it wasnât 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.
âOh GodâŠâ 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. âY/N⊠Oh my god, look at youâŠâ
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.
âY/N, can you hear me?â he asked urgently, voice soft but full of panic. âItâs Jin. Iâm here. I came as fast as I could. Iâm right here with you now.â
You slowly opened your eyes, vision blurry from tears and pain. A weak whimper escaped your lips.
âJinâŠ?â Your voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and broken. âYou⊠you really cameâŠâ
âOf course I came,â he said quickly, leaning closer. âI told you I would. Iâm so sorry it took me this long. Just stay with me, okay? Donât close your eyes. Talk to me.â
He gently brushed a few strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead, his touch feather-light. âWhere does it hurt the most? Your ribs? Your head? Can you tell me?â
âEverywhereâŠâ you whimpered. âMy ribs⊠it hurts to breathe. My head is spinning. He pushed me⊠I fell down all the stairs.â
Jinâs jaw clenched tightly, anger flashing in his eyes for a brief second before worry took over again.
âThat bastard,â he muttered under his breath, then focused back on you. âIâm going to get you out of here. Youâre not staying in this place another minute. Okay?â
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.
âIs this okay? Not too tight?â he asked gently, adjusting the coat around your shoulders and back. âTell me if it hurts.â
âItâs warmâŠâ you whispered. âThank youâŠâ
He slipped one arm under your knees and the other carefully behind your back. âThis might hurt a little. Iâm sorry. Iâll be as gentle as I can. Ready?â
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.
âAhhâ!â
âIâm sorry! Iâm so sorry,â Jin kept repeating, his face twisted with guilt. âIâve got you. Youâre safe now. Just hold onto me.â
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.
âIâve got you,â he murmured again and again as he carried you toward the door. âYouâre not alone anymore. I promise. Weâre going to the hospital right now. Theyâll take care of you.â
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.
âDoes this position hurt less?â he asked, studying your face. âIf itâs too much, tell me. I can adjust it.â
âItâs⊠better,â you breathed, still clutching his coat around you. âJin⊠why are you helping me like this? You donât even know meâŠâ
He looked straight into your eyes, his gaze soft but determined.
âBecause I saw you that day,â he said quietly. âAt the fan sign, and then on the rooftop. I saw how much pain you were carrying. I couldnât just forget about you. No one deserves to live like this.â
He reached out and gently wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb. âYouâre going to be okay. Iâm going to make sure of it. For now, just focus on breathing slowly. In and out. Iâll drive carefully.â
Jin closed the door softly, then got into the driverâs seat. Before starting the car, he glanced at you again.
âStill with me?â he asked softly.
You nodded, eyes heavy.
âIâm hereâŠâ you whispered.
âGood,â he said, starting the engine.
In the car, Jin kept glancing at you with deep worry while driving carefully.
âWeâre going to the hospital right now,â he said firmly. âTheyâll do X-rays for your ribs and check for any internal injuries.â
You shook your head quickly, wincing at the movement.
âNo⊠please, no hospital,â you whispered, voice weak but desperate. âItâs too risky. What if someone recognizes you? Youâre Jin⊠pictures would be everywhere in minutes. And if someone recognizes me⊠my husband has connections. Heâll find out. Heâll come back early. Please, Jin. I canât risk it.â
Jinâs hands tightened on the steering wheel.
He stayed silent for a few seconds, clearly struggling.
âBut youâre badly hurt,â he said, voice tight with frustration and concern. âYour ribs⊠you could have something broken. Youâre bleeding.â
âI know,â you whimpered, clutching his coat tighter around you. âBut please⊠not the hospital. Not tonight.â
Jin exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.
âDamn itâŠâ He thought for a moment, then nodded. âOkay. Fine. No hospital. But Iâm not leaving you like this. Iâm taking you to my apartment. Itâs private and safe. Iâll call my friend â sheâs a doctor. I trust her completely. Sheâll come quietly and check on you.â
You nodded weakly, tears slipping down your cheeks. âThank youâŠâ
âDonât thank me,â he said softly. âJust stay awake a little longer.â
Twenty minutes later, Jinâs 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.
âEasy⊠easy,â he murmured as you gasped in pain. âThere we go. Just lie back. Iâm going to make you more comfortable.â
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.
âI called the doctor on the way,â he said while gently wiping the dried blood from your chin and lip with a damp cloth. âHer name is Dr. Min-ah. Sheâs on her way. She should be here in about 30 minutes.â
His touch was incredibly tender. Every movement was slow and careful, as if you were made of glass.
âThis might sting a little,â he warned softly as he dabbed antiseptic on the cut above your eyebrow. âIâm sorryâŠâ
You hissed sharply, jerking back a little.
âAhâ!â
Jin immediately pulled his hand away, his own face twisting as if he felt the pain too.
âIâm sorry⊠Iâm so sorry,â he kept repeating, voice full of guilt. âJust a little more. I need to clean it properly.â
You breathed through the sting, fresh tears rolling down your temples.
âWhy are you doing all this?â you whispered, voice cracking. âYou could get in so much trouble⊠if anyone finds out you brought me hereâŠâ
Jin paused, his eyes meeting yours. They were dark with a mix of controlled anger and something much softer.
âBecause no one else is,â he answered quietly but firmly. âBecause I saw what that monster did to you. Because you called me asking for help, and Iâm not the kind of person who can ignore that.â
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.
âDoes this hurt?â he asked gently, checking the tightness. âTell me if itâs too tight.â
âItâs okayâŠâ you murmured. âIt feels better than before.â
Jin sat back on his heels for a moment, looking at the damage across your body. His jaw clenched.
âI shouldâve taken you away that night on the rooftop,â he said, voice thick with regret. âThe moment I saw those bruises⊠I knew. I shouldâve done more.â
âYou did enough by giving me your number,â you whispered. âMost people wouldâve ignored it.â
âIâm not most people,â he replied, gently brushing hair away from your face. âAnd youâre not nothing. Youâre not useless. Donât ever believe what he told you.â
You looked up at him, eyes watery. âJin⊠what if my husband finds out? What if heââ
âHey,â he interrupted softly, taking your hand carefully. âHeâs not going to find you here. This place is secure. No one knows youâre with me. For now, just focus on getting better. Dr. Min-ah will be here soon. Sheâll give you proper medicine and check your ribs.â
He squeezed your hand lightly. âAre you hungry? Thirsty? I can get you water or something light to eat before she arrives.â
You shook your head. âJust⊠stay here. Donât leave.â
âIâm not going anywhere,â Jin promised, sitting properly on the floor beside the couch so his face was level with yours. âIâll stay right here until the doctor comes. You can close your eyes if you want. Iâll watch over you.â
His voice dropped to a gentle whisper. âYouâre safe now, Y/N. Iâve got you.â
The first night at Jinâs 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.
âYouâre very lucky,â Dr. Min-ah said after a long silence, wrapping a fresh bandage around your wrist. âNo broken ribs, just badly bruised. The pain is intense now, but it should improve in a week or two if you rest properly.â
You let out a shaky breath of relief. âThank you, doctorâŠâ
She gave you a soft smile. âYouâre safe here for now. Take the painkillers Iâve given you and rest as much as possible.â She turned to Jin. âCan I speak with you for a moment? Privately?â
Jin nodded and led her to the kitchen area, just far enough that you couldnât hear everything.
Dr. Min-ah spoke in a low, concerned voice. âJin, are you sure about this? Keeping her here⊠itâs risky for you too. And if her husband finds outââ
âI know,â Jin replied quietly but firmly. âIâll be careful.â
Dr. Min-ah sighed. âPhysically, sheâll 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 doesnât disappear on its own. She may feel guilty, scared, even ashamed to face you. Be patient with her.â
She pulled a small white card from her bag and handed it to him.
âThis 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. Donât push her, but gently encourage it.â
Jin took the card and stared at it for a moment. âThank you, Min-ah. Really. For coming so late and for everything.â
âJust be careful,â she warned softly. âAnd take care of yourself too. You canât help her if you burn out.â
After the doctor left, the days began to blur together.
You stayed hidden in Jinâs 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 âHow are you feeling today?â 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 â you were wearing one of his big white shirts that reached mid-thigh. His gaze darkened.
âCanât sleep?â His voice was low and slightly rough.
You shook your head, stepping closer until only a few inches separated you.
âI keep thinking about everything,â you whispered. âAbout him⊠about what Iâm doing here⊠about you.â
Jin set the glass down. His hands hovered for a second before gently resting on your waist, testing, hesitant.
âWe shouldnât be...â you breathed, even as you leaned in closer, feeling the heat radiating from his bare chest.
âTell me to stop,â he said, voice husky and strained. His thumbs slipped under the hem of the shirt, brushing the bare skin of your hips. âTell me right now and I will.â
You didnât 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. âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmured against your collarbone, voice thick with emotion. âSo damn beautifulâŠâ
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.
âDid I hurt you? Shit... Iâm sorry.â He stepped back immediately, breathing hard, hands clenched tightly at his sides as if forcing himself not to touch you.
âIâm okay,â you whispered, even though your ribs throbbed.
Jin shook his head, running a hand through his hair.
âNo. We shouldnât do this. Not yet.â His voice was rough, breaking slightly. âI wonât touch you like that until your wounds are fully healed⊠and until youâre truly ready. I donât want to be another person who hurts you.â
He stepped forward again, but only to press a soft, tender kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered there for a long moment.
âI want you,â he admitted quietly, voice full of restraint. âGod, I want you so much. But not like this. Not when youâre still healing. Not when youâre still scared.â
You looked down, cheeks burning with a mix of desire and shame.
Jin gently lifted your chin so you would meet his eyes.
âWhen the time comes,â he said softly, âit will be because you want it completely. Not because youâre grateful or lonely or trying to forget him. Understand?â
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.
âGo back to sleep,â he whispered, kissing the top of your head. âIâll be here. Iâm not going anywhere.â
The day you decided to return to your apartment, Jin wouldnât let you leave without a fight.
âYou canât be serious,â Jin said, voice tight with frustration as he stood between you and the door. âYouâre still healing. Your ribs are barely better. Why are you going back to that hell?â
You kept your eyes lowered, fingers clutching the small bag. âI have my reasons, Jin.â
âWhat reasons?â he pressed, stepping closer. His voice softened with worry. âTell me. Please. Y/N, I can help you. I have money. I canââ
âNo.â You cut him off sharply, shaking your head. âI donât want your money. I donât want anyone else solving my problems for me.â
Jin ran a hand through his hair, clearly upset. âThen what? Youâre just going to keep letting him hurt you? I donât understand!â
You stayed quiet for a long moment, biting your lip. You knew if you told him the full truth about your motherâs medical expenses and your fatherâs debt, he would insist on paying everything.
You couldnât let him carry that burden.
âI have my reasons,â you repeated softly. âPlease donât ask me again.â
Jinâs shoulders dropped. He looked at you with pained eyes. âFine. I wonât force you. But promise me something.â
You finally looked up at him.
âWhen things get better⊠when youâre ready⊠youâll leave him. Soon. You wonât stay trapped there forever.â
You nodded slowly, voice barely above a whisper. âI promise. Iâll leave him soon. I just need a little more time.â
Jin pulled you into a tight hug, pressing his lips to the top of your head.
âI hate this,â he murmured against your hair. âI hate letting you walk back into that place.â
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 âshipmentâ and ânew contacts.â He glanced at you for only a second, eyes flicking over the fading bruises on your face and arms.
âYou went to see your mother again?â he asked casually, not even waiting for a proper answer before returning to his call.
âYes,â you replied quietly.
He didnât 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 âbusiness trips.â
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 Jinâs 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.
âI hate that you go back to him every time,â he murmured, voice low and pained.
His hands slid, gently tracing the faded scars and bruises he had memorized. âEvery single time you leave from here, I feel like Iâm losing you.â
You wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.
âIâm here now,â you whispered. âThatâs what matters, right?â
Jin pulled back slightly to look at your face. His eyes were dark with emotion... a mix of love, frustration, and longing.
âItâs not enough. I want you safe. I want you here, with me. Not playing pretend in that house with him.â His thumb gently brushed your bottom lip. âDoes he suspect anything?â
You shook your head. âNo. He barely looks at me these days. Heâs too busy with his⊠whatever heâs doing.â
Jin exhaled sharply, forehead resting against yours. âI 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.â
You reached up and cupped his face with both hands.
âThen make me forget,â you whispered desperately.
Jinâs 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.
âI would give anything to keep you here,â he said, voice rough. âTo wake up next to you every morning. To know youâre safe.â
You kissed him again, softer this time, trying to pour your own feelings into it.
âI know,â you whispered against his lips. âI want that too. I just⊠I need more time. Please understand.â
Jin nodded, even though it clearly hurt him. He kissed your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth.
âIâll wait,â he said quietly. âAs long as it takes. But please⊠donât make me wait forever. I donât know how much longer I can stand it.â
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 doctorâs words still echoed in your head like a death sentence.
âIâm sorry,â the doctor had said gently. âItâs stage four now. The treatment kept her stable for years, but itâs not working anymore. She doesnât have much time left. Maybe a few weeks⊠at most two or three months.â
That same evening, you discovered your husband had stopped paying the hospital bills a week ago. The illusion that you were staying for your motherâs 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 counselorâs building, because you started taking therapy few weeks ago.
âYou thought I wouldnât find out?!â he shouted, voice dripping with venom. âSneaking around with that fucking idol like a cheap whore?â
Your heart dropped. Your hands started shaking.
âItâs not what you think...â you stammered, backing away slowly.
âNot what I think?â He let out a cruel, unhinged laugh. âI have a photo of you holding hands with Kim Seokjin! You really thought you could play me for a fool?â
He hurled his phone at the wall with full force. It shattered loudly, pieces of glass scattering across the floor. You flinched hard.
âDonât lie to me!â he roared, marching toward you. He grabbed your hair and twisted them painfully.
You cried out. âAhh! Let go! Youâre hurting me!â
âYouâre my wife!â 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. âYou donât get to have secrets. You donât get to humiliate me!â
You gasped for air, tears streaming down your face.
âWhat wife?â you choked out. âI married you for only one reason and now you stopped paying for my motherâs treatment! You donât even care if she dies! I want a divorce!â
His eyes widened, then narrowed dangerously.
âDivorce?â He laughed darkly. âOh, you need a divorce now?â
He pressed his face closer. âThat photo on my phone is enough to destroy him. One leak and his career is over. Scandals, investigations, prison... Iâll make sure of it.â
Your blood ran cold.
âPleaseâŠâ you whispered, forcing your voice to tremble. âIâll stop. I swear. Iâll never see him again. Just⊠donât do this. Iâll do anything.â
He stared at you for a long moment, studying your tear-stained face. His grip on your throat loosened slightly.
âYou think I believe your tears?â he hissed. âI own you. But fine. Iâll give you a choice. If you leave him completely and disappear far away from here, Iâll divorce you quietly. If you keep seeing him⊠I will ruin his life. Do you understand?â
You nodded quickly, sobbing. âI understand⊠Iâll end it. Please just calm down.â
He finally released you. You sank to the floor, clutching your throat, coughing and crying. He looked down at you with disgust.
âPathetic,â he muttered. âIâm leaving for Busan tomorrow morning for some business deal. When I come back, you better have cut all ties. Or I swear Iâll destroy him.â
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 couldnât stay.
You couldnât risk Jinâs life and career.
The next night, while your husband was away again, you packed a small bag with only the essentials. Your hands wouldnât stop shaking.
Before leaving, you went to Jinâs apartment one last time while he was at a schedule. You placed your old diary on his coffee table, along with a handwritten note:
âJin, Forget me. Let me remain your secret. Iâm 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 donât look for me. ~ Y/Nâ
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.
âIâm sorry, JinâŠâ you whispered brokenly to yourself, voice barely audible over the sound of the engines. âIâm so sorry⊠I had to protect you.â
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 couldnât 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.
âI hope you can forgive me one day,â you whispered, eyes squeezed shut. âI hope you move on and find someone who can love you openly⊠someone who doesnât have to disappear in the middle of the night.â
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.
âIâm sorry, JinâŠâ he whispered brokenly, reading the note youâd left him for the thousandth time. âForget me. Let me be your secret.â
Tears stung his eyes.
âHow am I supposed to forget you?â he choked out, voice cracking in the empty room. âYou asked me to forget the only person I ever loved.â
He had searched for you relentlessly.
He hired private investigators.
He checked every hospital record he could access, every womenâs 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.
âWhere is she?â Jin demanded, voice low and dangerous. He grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him against the wall. âTell me where Y/N is. Right now.â
Your ex-husband blinked, then let out a drunken, mocking laugh. âWell, well⊠if it isnât the rich pretty boy idol. Still crying over my leftovers?â
Jinâs grip tightened, eyes burning with rage and pain. âDid you threaten her? Did you tell her to disappear? Answer me!â
The man smirked, clearly enjoying Jinâs suffering.
âYeah, I did. I told her Iâd destroy your career if she didnât 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.â
Jinâs voice shook with fury. âYou divorced her! You didnât even want her! Then Why?... Why the hell did you care if she was with me?!â
Your ex-husband laughed again, cold and cruel.
âI donât 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.â
Jin saw red. His fist flew back, ready to strike. âYou sick bastard...!â
Before he could land the punch, two large guards grabbed him from behind and dragged him away.
âLet go of me!â Jin shouted, struggling. âIâll ruin you! Iâll expose every illegal deal youâve ever made!â
Your ex-husband just smirked, wiping his mouth. âGo ahead, pretty boy. Youâve got nothing. And neither do I anymore. Sheâs gone. Good luck finding her.â
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. âY/N⊠where are you?!â
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. âHyung⊠talk to me. Please. Youâve been like this for three years. We all know itâs because of her. The girl who disappeared.â
Jin stared at the floor, eyes empty. âI lost her, Joon. She left me a note saying âForget me.â How am I supposed to forget her? Sheâs everywhere. In my dreams, in every song, in every quiet moment.â
Namjoon sighed deeply, voice full of concern.
âWeâre worried about you. You barely eat. You barely smile anymore. The fans are starting to notice somethingâs wrong. You keep writing songs and then hiding them. Why donât you release at least one? Maybe itâll help you heal.â
Jin laughed bitterly, tears filling his eyes.
âHeal? How do I heal when I donât even know if sheâs alive or dead? If sheâs safe? Every night I think⊠what if sheâs suffering somewhere? What if she needed me and I wasnât there?â
He buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking. âI shouldâve fought harder... I shouldâve protected her better⊠but I failed her. Just like everyone else in her life.â
Namjoon placed a hand on Jinâs shoulder, voice soft. âHyung⊠it wasnât your fault. She chose to protect you. She loved you enough to disappear so you wouldnât get hurt.â
Jin looked up, eyes red and broken. âThen why does it feel like she took half my soul with her? I canât breathe without her, Joon. I still love her⊠after all these years. I think Iâll love her until the day I die.â
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 â 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.
Jinâs heart slammed against his ribs so hard he thought it might stop.
âY/NâŠ?â The name left his lips like a broken prayer. His voice cracked. âY-Youâre hereâŠâ
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.
âJinâŠ?â Your voice was barely a whisper, trembling with disbelief. âNo⊠this canât be real.â
He took a shaky step forward, afraid that if he moved too fast, you would disappear like every dream heâd had for the past three years.
âItâs me,â he said, voice thick with tears already gathering in his eyes. âGod⊠itâs really you.â
You stared at him, eyes wide with shock and overwhelming emotion.
âWhat⊠what are you doing here?â you asked, voice shaking. âHow... how did you find me?â
âI didnât,â he breathed, stepping closer. âIâm 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.â
You let out a broken sob, covering your mouth with both hands.
âI work here,â you whispered. âAt this hotel. Iâve been working in the management team for almost two years now.â
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.
âYouâre really here,â he repeated, voice breaking. âI 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.â
Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks.
âIâm free, Jin,â you said, voice trembling with the weight of everything youâd carried alone.
âI 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.â
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.
âI never forgot you,â he whispered fiercely, tears soaking into your hair. âNot for one single day. Your note said to forget you⊠but how could I? You were everything to me.â
You clutched his shirt tightly, sobbing into his chest.
âI wanted to come back so many times,â you cried. âEvery night I thought about you. But he said he would destroy you. Your career, your reputation⊠I couldnât let him do that to you. I loved you too much to ruin your life.â
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.
âI didn't care about that,â he said, voice raw. âAll I wanted was you safe. All I wanted was you with me.â
âYou couldâve just told me,â he whispered, hurt cracking through every word. âJust once. You couldâve told me what he said to you⊠what he threatened you with. I wouldâve handled it. In my own way, I wouldâve handled everything. You didnât have to carry all of that alone.â
He rested his forehead against yours, breathing shakily.
âDo 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 Iâd lost you forever. I thought Iâd die without ever holding you again.â
You let out a soft, broken laugh through your tears. âI thought youâd moved on. I hoped you had. You deserved to be happy.â
Jin shook his head, eyes burning with intensity. âThere was no moving on. Not from you.â
He leaned in and kissed you.
It wasnât gentle.
It was desperate, hungry, and full of three years of aching love. His lips moved against yours with raw emotion â 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.
âI love you,â he whispered against your lips. âI loved you then. I love you now. And Iâll love you for the rest of my life.â
You smiled through your tears, eyes shining with a happiness you hadnât felt in years.
âI love you too, Jin. I never stopped. Not even for a second.â
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.
âYouâre really here,â he kept whispering. âYouâre free. Weâre both free now.â
You nodded against his chest, finally feeling safe in the arms you had dreamed about for three long years.
âIâm here,â you whispered back. âAnd Iâm not leaving you again. Never again.â
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 heâd ever touched.
âAre you sure?â he whispered, eyes searching yours. âWe donât have to do anything tonight. Just being able to hold you is already more than I dreamed of.â
You nodded, tears slipping down your face as you placed your hands over his. âIâm sure, Jin. I want this. I want you. Iâve waited three years⊠I donât want to wait anymore.â
He kissed you slowly, deeply, pouring three years of longing into every brush of his lips.
âI still canât believe youâre here,â he whispered against your mouth, voice shaking. âIâm scared if I close my eyes, youâll disappear again.â
âIâm here,â you breathed, tears slipping down your cheeks. âIâm really here, Jin.â
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.
âI missed you so much,â he murmured, voice thick with emotion. âEvery night I dreamed of⊠of being close to you like this... of being yours in every way.â
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.
âJinâŠâ 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, âLet me take care of you, baby. Let me love you the way Iâve been dying to for so long.â
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.
âFuck⊠youâre so wet already,â he murmured, voice husky and reverent. âSo sweet.â
He took his time, savoring you like you were the most delicate, precious thing heâd 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. âOh my god, Jinââ
He didnât 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.
âYou have no idea how many nights I dreamed of this,â he whispered against your dripping core, voice thick with emotion. âHow many times I woke up hard and aching, wishing I could have you in my arms.â
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.
âJin⊠Jinââ 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.
âLook at me... baby,â he whispered, eyes locking with yours from between your trembling thighs. âI want to watch you fall apart for me.â
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 didnât 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, âYouâre so beautiful when you come⊠so perfect. I love you. I love you so fucking much.â
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. Jinâs hands rested lightly on your waist, warm and trembling, simply holding you like he was afraid you might vanish.
âAre you sure?â he softly asked again, his voice hoarse with emotion.
His eyes were glassy, full of love and quiet worry.
âI want this,â you whispered, leaning down to kiss him slowly, tenderly. âI want all of you, Jin. Iâve waited three years to feel you like this.â
You reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his hard, throbbing length. Jinâs 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.
âOh⊠fuckâŠâ Jin moaned deeply, his head falling back against the pillow for a second before his eyes snapped back to yours. âYouâre so tight⊠so warm. My love⊠you feel incredible.â
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.
âYouâre inside meâŠâ you whispered in awe, tears slipping down your cheeks. âIâve dreamed about this so many times.â
Jin cupped your face with both hands, thumbs brushing away your tears.
âIâm inside you,â he breathed, voice cracking. âAfter all this time⊠youâre finally mine. I can feel you pulsing around me. Itâs driving me crazy.â
You began moving slow, sensual rolls of your hips.
You didnât 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.
âGod, Y/NâŠâ Jin moaned, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs gently teasing your nipples. âYouâre so wet⊠so perfect. Look at me, baby. Donât close your eyes.â
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.
âI missed you so much,â you gasped, bracing your hands on his chest as you moved faster. âI always wondered how will it feel to being this close to you.â
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.
âI thought about this every night,â he whispered hotly against your lips, voice trembling. âIâd touch myself thinking about you riding me just like this⊠looking into my eyes⊠telling me you love me.â
âI love you,â you moaned, circling your hips slowly, feeling every inch of him sliding inside you. âI love you so much, Jin. Youâre so deep⊠I can feel you everywhere.â
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.
âYouâre squeezing me so tightly,â he groaned against your mouth. âSo good, baby⊠Youâre going to make me lose my mind.â
Tears kept falling from your eyes as pleasure and love mixed together. You rode him with deep, sensual movements â grinding, rolling, clenching around him on every downstroke.
âIâm yours,â you whimpered, burying your face in his neck. âOnly yours. No one else has ever had me like this.â
Jinâs arms tightened around you, his breath ragged.
âAnd Iâm yours,â he whispered fiercely. âEvery part of me has always belonged to you. Even when you were gone⊠my heart, my bodyâ everything was waiting for you.â
The pleasure built slowly, intensely, until you were both trembling, moaning each otherâs 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.
âLook at me, baby,â he whispered tenderly, voice husky and low. âI need to see you. Every expression. Every breath. Iâve waited three years to watch you while Iâm inside you like this.â
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.
âJinâŠâ you breathed, legs wrapping tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper.
He groaned, the sound low and broken, forehead pressed against yours.
âYouâre so warm⊠so wet around me,â he whispered, lips brushing yours with every word. âI can feel you clenching every time I move. Itâs driving me crazy, my love.â
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.
âRight there⊠oh god, Jin⊠right there,â 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.
âYou feel so good,â he whispered against your mouth. âSo fucking perfect. I could stay inside you forever.â
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.
âIâm yours,â you gasped, cupping his face with both hands, staring into his eyes. âIâve always been yours. No one else has ever touched me like this⊠only you.â
Jinâs 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.
âI can feel you getting tighter,â he whispered hotly, lips brushing your ear. âAre you close, baby? Let me feel you come around me. I want to feel every pulse.â
You nodded frantically, legs tightening around him.
âIâm so close⊠Jin, Iâm so close. Donât stop. Please donât stop looking at me.â
âI wonât,â he promised, forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked. âCome for me, my love. Let go.â
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.
âY/N⊠oh god, babyââ 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 didnât pull out.
He stayed buried deep inside you, arms wrapped tightly around your body as if he could merge your souls.
âI love you,â he whispered over and over against your skin, voice hoarse and full of emotion. âI love you. I love you so much.â
You kissed his shoulder, tears still falling softly.
âI love you too,â you whispered back. âMore than I ever thought was possible.â
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.
âI donât want to pull out yet,â he whispered, voice hoarse and thick with emotion. âI want to stay like this⊠connected to you⊠just a little longer.â
You nodded, tears slipping silently down your temples. âStay. I need you close.â
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.
âIâll be right back, my love,â 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.
âCome here, baby,â 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.
âDoes this feel okay?â he asked softly, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. âTell me if itâs too much.â
You bit your lip, fresh tears gathering in your eyes at how gently he was treating you.
âIt feels nice,â you whispered. âNo one has ever taken care of me like this before.â
Jinâs eyes softened even more.
He leaned down and kissed the inside of your thigh before continuing to clean you with careful affection.
âYou deserve this,â he said quietly.
âYou deserve to be loved gently. You deserve someone who treasures every part of you.â His voice cracked slightly. âI hate that I wasnât there for so long⊠I hate that you went through everything alone.â
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.
âI used to fall asleep imagining this,â he confessed quietly. âHolding you in my arms after making love. Feeling your heartbeat against mine. Now itâs real⊠and I donât know how to stop crying.â
You let out a soft, teary laugh and kissed his chest. âMe neither. Iâm so happy it hurts.â
Jin tilted your chin up so he could look into your eyes. âNo more running. No more goodbyes. Wherever you go, I go. Whatever you need, Iâll give you. Weâve lost three fucking years. Iâm not losing even one more day.â
Jin smiled through his own tears and leaned in to kiss you... slow, deep, and full of quiet devotion.
âI love you, Y/N,â he whispered against your lips. âIâm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel pain like that again.â
You cupped his face with both hands, thumbs gently wiping his tears.
You smiled, finally feeling whole. âI love you too, Jin. Forever.â
Wrapped in each otherâs 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, âJin-ssi, you seem much happier these days. Is there someone special who made you smile like this?â
Jinâs 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.
âYes,â he answered gently. âThere is someone very special in my life now who makes even the hard days feel worth it.â
The members beside him exchanged knowing glances and teasing smiles.
Namjoon chuckled. âHyung has been smiling at his phone a lot lately.â
Taehyung nodded enthusiastically. âAnd heâs been cooking more too! He keeps saying âshe might like thisâ when he tries new recipes.â
Jin laughed shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. âYah, stop exposing me. But yes⊠Iâm very happy. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I have a home to return to.â
During lives, he would drop even softer hints.
While eating ramen on camera, he smiled warmly and said, âI used to eat alone a lot⊠but now someone waits for me. Sometimes she scolds me for eating too much junk food.â
He laughed, eyes sparkling. âShe takes care of me well.â
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. Jinâs hand stayed firmly wrapped around yours, his thumb stroking your skin reassuringly.
âGuys,â Jin said, voice full of quiet pride, âthis is Y/N. The one Iâve been telling you about.â
Namjoon stood up first with a warm, dimpled smile. âFinally! Weâve heard so much about you. Itâs really nice to meet you, Y/N.â
You bowed nervously. âItâs an honor to meet all of you. Iâve been so nervousâŠâ
Hoseok bounced over with his bright energy. âNo need to be nervous! Jin-hyung talks about you all the time.â
Yoongi gave you a soft, gummy smile from the couch. âHeâs been happier these past months. We all noticed. Thank you for taking care of him.â
Jungkook tilted his head, eyes wide and curious. âNoona, is it true you worked at that hotel overseas? Thatâs so cool! Hyung kept showing us pictures of the city but refused to tell us why he wanted to go back there so badly.â
You blushed deeply. Jin squeezed your hand and laughed.
âYah, Jungkook-ah, donât embarrass her!â
Taehyung leaned forward with a mischievous grin. âSo⊠how did you two actually meet? Jin-hyung only gave us dramatic versions. Something about a rooftop and destiny.â
Jin tensed up. âTaehyungââ
You smiled and looked at Jin lovingly before answering, âItâs a long story⊠but he saved me when I needed saving the most.â
The room became quiet for a moment, the playful atmosphere softening into something more sincere.
Namjoon nodded gently. âWeâre really glad youâre here, Y/N. Jin-hyung and you have been through a lot. Seeing him like this again⊠it means everything.â
Jimin walked over and gave you a gentle hug. âWelcome to the family. You donât have to worry about anything. Weâll protect both of you.â
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.
âSo⊠how do you feel?â he asked softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.
âTheyâre all so sweet to me,â you whispered, leaning back into him. âI was terrified what if they wouldnât like me.â
Jin turned you around to face him, cupping your cheeks gently.
âThey adore you already. Especially after seeing how happy you make me.â His eyes were warm and full of love. âI donât need the whole world to know about us yet. But theyâre my family⊠and now youâre part of it too.â
You smiled, eyes misty. âThank you for not rushing to show me to the world. I still get scared sometimes.â
âI know,â he murmured, forehead resting against yours. âWeâll take our time. Iâll keep giving little hints in interviews⊠enough so the fans know Iâm loved and loving someone. But your face, your name, your safety... those are mine to protect. Always.â
He kissed you softly, slow and sweet, under the night sky.
âI love you,â he whispered against your lips. âThank you for letting me show you to the people who matter most.â
You kissed him back, heart full. âI love you too. More than anything.â
From inside, you could hear Jungkook dramatically yelling, âHyung! Stop kissing her and come help with the dishes!â
Jin laughed against your lips. âReady to go back in?â
You nodded, smiling brightly. âYeah. I think I just found my new family.â
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.
âY/n...â he called out, laughing when you nearly tripped over your own feet. âBaby, youâre going to fall!â
âThen come catch me!â 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.
âJin! Iâm getting dizzy!â you giggled, holding onto his shoulders.
âGood! That means you canât run away from me,â 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.
âYouâre adorable,â he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âHow did I get so lucky?â
You propped your chin on his chest, smiling down at him. âI think Iâm 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.â
Jinâs 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.
âYouâre free now,â he whispered tenderly, pressing a kiss to your head. âNo more hiding. No more fear. Just you and me.â
You turned your head to look at him, your nose brushing his.
âNo,â you said softly, your voice full of warmth. âIâm not just free, Jin. Iâm home. Youâre my home.â
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.
âJin! That tickles!â you laughed, trying to squirm away, but he only held you tighter, laughing along with you.
âI canât help it. Iâm addicted to your laugh,â he confessed, nuzzling into your neck. âI want to hear it every single day for the rest of my life.â
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.
âJinâŠâ 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.
âY/N,â he said softly, voice full of love, âyouâve already made me the happiest man in the world this past year. But Iâm greedy. I want a lifetime of this... dancing on beaches, laughing until we canât breathe, waking up next to you every morning, cooking terrible breakfasts togetherâŠâ
You let out a teary laugh.
He continued, thumbs stroking the back of your hands. âI 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?â
Tears spilled down your cheeks as you nodded enthusiastically.
âYes!â you cried happily. âYes, yes, a thousand times yes!â
Jinâs face lit up like the sunrise.
He pulled you into a tight hug, laughing joyfully.
âI love you so much!â he shouted, voice full of pure happiness. âThank you, thank you, thank you!â
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, âI canât wait to be your wife, Kim Seokjin.â
He rested his forehead against yours, eyes shining with happy tears. âAnd I canât wait to call you mine forever.â
You both fell back into the sand again, wrapped in each otherâs arms, laughing and kissing as the sky slowly turned dark and the stars began to appear above you.
Best sunset of your life.
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Between Waves and Warmth
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.
âHalmeoniâŠâ Your voice came out smaller than you expected.
She didnât say anything at first. She just walked down the steps and pulled you into a tight hug.
You felt your shoulders tremble.
âYou donât have to handle everything alone, my dear,â she whispered, rubbing your back. âYou can come to me anytime you want. And now youâre here. Thatâs enough for today.â
You swallowed hard. âI just⊠needed to leave. Everything felt too heavy.â
âI know, I know.â She cupped your face gently. âNo explanations needed right now. Come inside. I made your favourite tea.â
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. âJungkook-ah!â
The man turned, his eyes crinkling with warmth the moment he saw her. âHalmeoniâŠ! You came!â He jogged over and gave her a gentle hug. Then his gaze shifted to you.
âAnd whoâs this beautiful guest?â he asked, flashing you a dazzling smile.
Your grandma beamed. âThis is my granddaughter. She just arrived from Seoul today.â
Jungkookâs eyes sparkled with genuine interest. âSeoul? Wow. Welcome to our little paradise! Iâm Jungkook, owner of this cafĂ©. Best coffee on this coast, I promise.â
He extended his hand.
You looked at his hand for a second, then shook it briefly, your grip limp.
âHi,â you said flatly.
He didnât seem discouraged at all. âFirst time in the countryside?â
âYeah...â
âMust be a big change from the city, huh? The air feels different, right? Like your lungs can finally breathe.â
You gave a small nod, avoiding eye contact. âItâs⊠quiet.â
Jungkook chuckled softly. âQuiet is good sometimes. But if it gets too quiet, just come here. I can be as loud as you want.â He winked playfully.
Your grandma laughed. âSee? This boy is full of energy. He brings sunshine wherever he goes.â
You forced a small, polite smile but didnât reply.
Jungkook tilted his head, still smiling. âWould you like something to drink? On the house for Halmeoniâs granddaughter. I just made fresh lemonade with mint from my backyard. Or maybe iced americano if youâre a Seoul girl through and through?â
âIâm fine,â you replied softly, almost curt. âThank you.â
He nodded, unfazed. âNo pressure at all. But the offer stays open anytime. Iâm here every day.â
As you and your grandma turned to leave, he called out cheerfully, âCome back soon! And Halmeoni, tell me if you need help with the leaking tap again!â
The next morning, you sat on the porch with a book you werenât 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.
âImo! Why didnât you call me?â he scolded gently, taking all the bags from her. âThese are too heavy for you.â
âAigoo, Jungkook-ah, youâre always so busyâŠâ
âNever too busy for you,â he said with a grin. âLetâs go, Iâll carry them home and fix that broken shelf you told me about yesterday.â
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.
âHyung, youâre the coolest!â one boy shouted.
Jungkook ruffled his hair. âOnly because I have the coolest kids in town. Now, who wants to race me on their bikes later?â
Your grandma appeared beside you with tea.
âHeâs a good boy,â she said softly.
âThat Jungkook⊠he helps everyone. Lost his own parents young, but instead of becoming bitter, he decided to become everyoneâs son.â She sighed happily. âHe would bring sunshine into anyoneâs life.â
You stared at your tea. âHe seems⊠too loud and chaotic.â
Grandma chuckled. âOr maybe youâve been judging him too soon... without knowing him properly.â
You didnât reply.
Few days later, you wandered into the cafĂ© alone, mostly because your grandma had gently pushed you out, saying you couldnât stay locked inside forever.
Jungkook was behind the counter, humming while wiping glasses. The moment he saw you, his whole face lit up.
âHey! You came!â He leaned forward excitedly. âI was starting to think I scared you away with my charm.â
You sat at the counter, keeping your expression neutral. âJust⊠needed a change of scenery.â
âUnderstandable. City girl in the countryside.â He grinned. âSo, what can I get you? Lemonade? Coffee? I made a strawberry cake too. Fresh strawberries from the farm nearby.â
âJust regular coffee. Black. No sugar.â
âComing right up!â He moved efficiently, but kept talking. âYou 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.â
You watched him pour the coffee. âIâm not most people.â
He slid the mug toward you with a soft smile. âGood. I like that.â
He paused, then added gently, âIf you ever feel like talking⊠or even if you donât and just want to sit here quietly, the seat is always open. No pressure.â
You looked up at him for the first time properly. His eyes were kind. Annoyingly kind.
ââŠThanks,â you mumbled.
He smiled again, that bright, warm smile that refused to dim even when he faced with your coldness. âAnytime.â
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.
âWell, well⊠look who decided to grace my humble cafĂ© again,â he teased, leaning one hip against the table. âFour times in five days. Should I be worried or flattered?â
You glanced up at him dryly. âDonât flatter yourself. Your coffee is decent. Thatâs it.â
âDecent?â He clutched his chest dramatically. âYou wound me. I make the best coffee on this coast and you call it decent?â
You fought back a smile. âItâs acceptable. Barely.â
He grinned, clearly enjoying this. âAcceptable. Iâll take it. So⊠same as usual? Black coffee, no sugar, extra cold heart on the side?â
You raised an eyebrow. âYouâre annoying.â
âAnd yet you keep coming back here... for the coffee... mostly,â 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. âDo you need any help here? Like... got any openings?â
He froze mid-motion, then slowly turned around, trying but failing to look casual.
âHelp⊠like⊠a job?â His voice was steady, but his eyes were sparkling with excitement.
âYeah. I canât just sit at home all day. Iâll go crazy. I can make coffee, clean, serve tables⊠whatever you need.â
Jungkook leaned on the counter, pretending to think seriously.
He pulled out a notepad and pen like this was a real interview. âAlright, Miss Seoul. Letâs do this properly. Name?â
You stared at him. âYou already know my name.â
âFormalities matter,â he said smugly. âName?â
You sighed. â...Y/n.â
âAge?â
âYou donât need my age.â
âWrong answer. I need to know if youâre old enough to handle my chaotic energy,â he teased.
âIâm old enough to handle you just fine,â you replied sarcastically.
Jungkookâs eyebrows shot up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. âOh? Bold. I like it.â He scribbled something dramatically. âPrevious experience?â
âWorked part-time at cafĂ©s during college. I can handle rush hours.â
âImpressive. Reason for wanting to work here?â He looked at you with soft, curious eyes now.
You shrugged. âI need something to do. And⊠your cafĂ© isnât terrible.â
âNot terrible,â he repeated, laughing. âHigh praise. Youâre hired.â
You blinked. âThatâs it? You need anything else?â
âNope.â He grinned brightly and extended his hand. âWelcome to the team, partner. Start tomorrow morning?â
You shook his hand. His palm was warm and calloused. âDonât make me regret this.â
âToo late,â he said cheekily. âYouâre stuck with me now.â
âTable 3 is waiting for their order!â during first day on the Job, Jungkook called out, carrying a tray.
âIâm not blind, Jungkook,â you replied, grabbing the drinks. âStop hovering.â
âIâm not hovering. Iâm supervising,â he said, following you anyway. âAlso, you look cute in the apron.â
You shot him a glare over your shoulder. âFocus on work.â
âYes, Boss,â 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.
âYouâre actually good at this,â he said, stacking chairs. âThe customers like you. Especially the elders. They keep asking about you when you are not around.â
âTheyâre sweet,â you admitted quietly.
Jungkook glanced at you, surprised by the soft tone. âAnd me? Am I sweet too?â
âYouâre⊠chaotic,â you muttered while hiding the smile.
He laughed loudly. âIâll take that as compliment. Progress!â
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. âHere. You worked hard today. Drink this before you collapse.â
You took it, surprised. âThanks.â
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. âSo⊠how are you feeling here? Really.â
You sipped the lemonade slowly.
You stayed silent for a moment, then answered honestly, âBetter than Seoul. But sometimes my head still gets loud.â
He nodded slowly, not pushing. âThatâs okay. Loud heads need quiet places. And if it gets too loud again⊠Iâm here. You can talk, or you can just sit next to me in silence. No need to explain.â
You glanced at him. The warm lighting made his features look softer.
He was staring at the ocean, giving you space.
âYouâre⊠not what I expected,â you said softly.
Jungkook turned to you with a gentle smile. âWhat did you expect?â
âSomeone way more annoying,â you said honestly.
Jungkook laughed loudly, the sound warm and bright. âI am annoying. You just havenât unlocked my final form yet.â
You shook your head, but a small, real smile slipped out.
Jungkook noticed immediately. His eyes softened. âThere it is.â
âWhat?â
âYour smile. Youâve been hiding it from me for weeks.â
âShut up,â you muttered, turning away to hide your face, but your smile only grew.
âMake me,â 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. âWe still have to mop the floor.â
âYes, boss,â he said softly, almost affectionately.
You paused mid-mop and raised an eyebrow at him. âItâs your cafĂ©, Jungkook. Technically, youâre the boss here.â
He stopped wiping and turned to you fully, leaning on the table with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
âNah,â he said, shaking his head.
âI love how you order me around. The way you tell me what to do with that serious face⊠itâs cute. Makes me want to obey you immediately.â
You scoffed, trying to ignore the way your cheeks warmed. âThatâs ridiculous. Youâre the owner. Stop playing around.â
âBut Iâm serious,â he continued, stepping a little closer, still grinning.
âYou say âJungkook, stack those chairs properlyâ and Iâm suddenly the most obedient employee in the world. You say âWipe that counter againâ and I do it happily. So tell me⊠whoâs really the boss here?â
You glared at him, but there was no real heat behind it. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd yet you like ordering me around,â he teased, biting his lip to hold back a bigger smile. âAdmit it. You secretly enjoy having me under your control.â
âKeep talking and Iâll make you mop the entire floor by yourself,â you shot back, trying to sound stern but failing as a laugh slipped out.
Jungkookâs eyes widened dramatically. âSee? Thatâs exactly what Iâm talking about! One threat from you and my heart is racing. Youâre definitely the boss, sweetheart.â
Your breath hitched at the sudden pet name, but you quickly recovered. âDon't call me that.â
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 grandmaâs gate, he stopped and turned to you with a soft smile.
âSee you tomorrow, boss,â he said gently, giving you that signature wink.
You rolled your eyes, but your lips were already curving into a smile. âGoodnight, Jungkook.â
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.
Thatâs 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, âAigoo, our Jungkookie is finally falling for someone! Look at him singing with those heart eyes!â
Mrs. Park joined in, clapping her hands. âAfter rejecting every girl who tried to approach him for years, heâs completely whipped! When are you going to make it official, Jungkook-ah?â
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.
Thatâs 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.
âDid you like it?â he asked softly, his voice warm and sincere.
You bit your lip, still feeling flustered. âIt was⊠really beautiful.â
âBeautiful?â His eyes crinkled with genuine happiness. âIâll take that. I wrote that song a few weeks ago.â
Your eyes widened slightly. âYou wrote it?â
He nodded, still crouching in front of you, his gaze never leaving your face. âYeah⊠been feeling a lot of things lately.â He paused for a moment, then added gently, âBut Iâm not rushing anything. I just wanted you to hear it.â
The sweetness in his tone made your chest tighten. He was always like this... patient, understanding, never putting pressure on you.
You whispered, âJungkook⊠you donât have toââ
âI know,â he said softly, cutting you off with a tender smile. âIâm not asking for anything. I just⊠really like being around you. Thatâs more than enough for me right now.â
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. âYouâre too much sometimes.â
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.
âOnly for you,â 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, âHeâs a good one, darling. Heâs waiting for you⊠patiently.â
You didnât 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.
âYou once said you wanted to learn how to ride a bike,â he said, patting the sleek black motorcycle with a bright smile. âWell⊠todayâs the day, boss.â
You eyed the powerful machine nervously. âI said that casually, Jungkook. I didnât mean right now.â
âToo late,â he teased, handing you the helmet. âNo backing out. I promised Iâd teach you whenever we get free time.â
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.
âComfortable?â he asked, his voice low and close to your ear.
âNot even a little,â you admitted, your heart already racing.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your back.
âGood. Means youâre paying attention.â 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.
âRelax your shoulders,â he murmured, his breath brushing the side of your neck. âYouâre too tense. Iâve got you. I wonât let anything happen.â
You swallowed hard. âJungkookâŠâ
âHmm?â He turned his head slightly. His lips were dangerously close to your ear. âYou said my name so softly just now.â
You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. âStop distracting me.â
âBut distracting you is my favourite part,â he whispered, his thumbs slowly stroking the back of your hands. âOkay⊠slowly twist the throttle. Gentle, like this.â
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.
âYouâre doing so well,â he praised, his tone warm and proud. âLook at you⊠riding so beautifully already.â
âJungkook, focus,â you said, but your voice came out breathy.
âI am focusing,â he replied, his hands sliding from the handlebars to rest on your waist, steadying you. âJust not only on the bike.â
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.
âYouâre shaking again,â he observed softly. His hands stayed on your waist, fingers gently pressing into your sides.
âIâm not used to someone being this⊠close,â you confessed.
Jungkook rested his chin lightly on your shoulder, his cheek brushing against yours. âDo you want me to move away?â
You stayed silent.
The truth was you didnât.
He smiled against your skin. âThatâs what I thought.â His voice dropped even lower, more intimate. âYou feel so perfect like this⊠right here in my arms.â
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.
âTell me to stopâŠâ he whispered, leaning in closer, âand I will.â
Your breath mingled with his.
Both of you slowly leaned in.
Your noses brushed. His lips were a heartbeat away from yours.
Suddenly â 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.
âDamn it,â he muttered, half laughing, half pained. âWorst timing in the world.â
You let out a shaky laugh, trying to steady your racing heart. âWe⊠we should head back. Itâs getting late. Rush hour is gonna start.â
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.
âYeah,â he said softly, voice husky. âWe should.â
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, âHey boss, you can head home after youâre done. Iâll be here for a while checking the stock. Might take some time tonight.â
You paused for a second, then continued wiping the already clean counter.
âOkay,â 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.
âYouâre still here,â he said softly, a gentle and knowing smile spreading across his face. âI thought I told you to go home.â
You shrugged, pretending to be casual while avoiding his eyes. âThe counter still looked a bit dirty. Figured Iâd wait so we can lock up together.â
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.
âOr maybe⊠you missed me when I wasnât around?â he asked, voice low and teasing.
You bit your lip and didnât 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.
âYou know,â he murmured, âyou donât have to make excuses to wait for me.â
Your heart fluttered.
You looked up at him, the proximity making it hard to breathe normally again.
Jungkookâs gaze softened, but he didnât push further. Instead, he gave you a small, warm smile and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. âCome on, boss. Letâs go home.â
As you walked together under the moonlight toward your grandmaâs house, the quiet realization settled deep inside you.
This friendship definitely started turning into something more.
The worst part was that Jungkook wasnât 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 â 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.
âSo⊠Iâm heading to my farmhouse this weekend,â he said casually, but his eyes were sparkling with clear excitement. âItâs about 20 km away, right by the sea. Super private, beautiful view, pool, everything. No people, no noise⊠just peace.â
He tilted his head, biting his lip. âCome with me?â
You looked up from arranging the cups, trying hard to hide your fluttering heart. âJust like that? Youâre planning to kidnap me for the whole weekend?â
Jungkook let out a bright laugh, leaning even closer. âNot kidnapping. A very romantic invitation. Iâll cook for you, we can swim, watch the stars⊠I promise itâll be fun.â
You crossed your arms, a playful smirk forming on your lips. âHmm⊠If youâre taking me somewhere private for three whole days, you should at least ask my grandma first. Like a proper gentleman.â
Jungkookâs eyebrows shot up, clearly amused. âOh? You want me to do the traditional thing?â
âExactly,â you said, lifting your chin. âIf youâre bold enough to invite me, be bold enough to ask permission.â
He straightened up dramatically and placed a hand over his heart. âChallenge accepted, boss. Iâm not scared of your grandma. Watch me.â
Later that evening, after closing the cafĂ©, Jungkook walked you home. The moment you reached your grandmaâs gate, he didnât hesitate.
âHalmeoni!â he called out cheerfully.
Your grandma opened the door with a warm smile. âOh? Both of you together again? Come in, come in.â
Jungkook stepped forward confidently. âActually, Halmeoni, I wanted to ask you something important.â
Your grandma raised an eyebrow, looking between you two with an already knowing look. âGo on, Jungkook-ah.â
He smiled brightly.
âIâm 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 Iâll take very good care of her. Weâll be back safely on Monday.â
Your grandmaâs eyes twinkled with mischief.
She looked at you first. âDo you want to go, dear?â
You felt your cheeks heating up. âI⊠um⊠yes. If itâs okay with you.â
Jungkook quickly added, âIâll cook all the meals, make sure she rests properly, and we wonât do anything sheâs uncomfortable with. You have my word.â
Your grandma chuckled softly, clearly enjoying this. âJungkook-ah, youâve been helping me and this whole town for years. I trust you completely.â
She turned to you with a big smile. âGo and enjoy, both of you. Youâve both been working so hard. Spend some time together. Make good memories.â
âHalmeoni!â you groaned, covering your face with your hands. âYouâre supposed to at least pretend to think about it.â
She laughed heartily. âWhy would I say no?â
Jungkook grinned victoriously, looking extremely proud of himself. âSee? Even Halmeoni has been rooting for me this whole time.â
You shot him a glare, still embarrassed. âBoth of you are impossible.â
Grandma waved her hand. âGo pack your bag, sweetheart. And Jungkook⊠take care of her heart too, okay? Not just her safety.â
Jungkookâs expression softened.
He gave a small, sincere bow. âI will, Halmeoni. I promise.â
Your grandma gave you one last mischievous grin. âDonât come back too soon. Stay as long as you want.â
âHalmeoni!â 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.
âYou okay back there?â he asked, his voice soft and warm against the wind.
âYeahâŠâ You rested your cheek against his broad back, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing. âItâs so beautiful out here.â
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
âYouâre more beautiful,â he said without hesitation, his thumb slowly stroking the back of your hand. âAnd Iâm really glad you said yes. I was scared youâd change your mind at the last minute.â
You smiled against his back. âI almost did. But⊠I wanted to come with you.â
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 hadnât felt in a very long time.
âWowâŠâ 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.
âLike it?â he finally asked, his voice low and intimate near your ear.
âI love it,â you breathed. âIt feels⊠free. Like I can finally breathe.â
Jungkook smiled and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the side of your head. He didnât 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.
âGood,â he murmured against your skin. âThatâs exactly what I wanted you to feel.â
He tightened his arms around you.
After a quiet pause, he spoke again, his voice softer this time.
âI 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.â
He nuzzled his face closer into the crook of your neck, holding you a little tighter. âAnd now⊠I get to share this place with you. It feels really special. More than special, actually.â
You placed your hands over his, gently squeezing. âThank you for bringing me here, Jungkook. For trusting me with this part of you.â
He turned his head slightly and pressed a tender kiss on your neck, lingering there as he whispered, âThank you for coming with me.â
Then he continued with a teasing tone to lighten the moment. âBut first⊠go change. I want to see you in that swimsuit you packed.â
You turned in his arms and lightly smacked his chest. âYouâre so shameless.â
âOnly for you,â 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 couldnât look away.
You noticed his intense gaze and smiled shyly. âAre you just going to stare at me the whole time?â
Jungkook didnât even try to hide it.
He tilted his head, a slow, appreciative smile forming on his lips.
âCan you blame me?â he said, voice low and warm. âYou look⊠unreal. Iâm trying to memorize every second of this.â
You continued rubbing sunscreen over your collarbones and down your arms, feeling his eyes follow every movement. The air between you already felt charged.
âWant some help?â he asked, his tone playful but undeniably husky.
You laughed softly. âI think I can manage.â
âShame,â he murmured, still staring. âI was really looking forward to that.â
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.
âCome here, baby,â 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.
âYou really have no idea what you do to me, do you?â he whispered. âStanding there in the sunlight, putting on sunscreen like itâs the most innocent thing in the world⊠while Iâm losing my mind over here.â
You placed your hands on his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat under your palms. âYouâre being dramatic.â
âIâm being honest,â he replied softly.
He leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, then another on your temple, taking his time. âIâve wanted you here with me like this for so long. Just you and me⊠no cafĂ©, no town, no pretending weâre just friends.â
You felt your chest tighten at his words. âJungkookâŠâ
He pulled back slightly, eyes locked on yours with that same open affection that always made your heart race.
âI like you,â he said simply, no teasing this time. âA lot. In case it wasnât obvious already.â
Your heart fluttered. You looked into his eyes and answered softly,
âI like you too, Jungkook.â You paused, biting your lip. âIâm scared⊠but I believe you wonât make me feel like a loser.â
Something tender flashed across his face.
He cupped your cheek gently with his wet hand.
âI wonât,â he whispered seriously. âI promise.â
To lighten the suddenly emotional mood, Jungkook grinned mischievously. âBut right nowâŠâ he scooped up a huge splash of water and threw it at you, âIâm going to win this water fight!â
You squealed as the water hit you. âJungkook!â
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.
âGot you!â 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.
âJungkookâŠâ you called his name sweetly, trailing your fingers along your own collarbone. âArenât you tired of running?â
He stopped in his tracks, eyes darkening instantly.
The playful smile on his face slowly faded as he stared at you.
âY-Youâre playing dirty,â he said, voice suddenly much lower as he slowly walked through the water toward you. âThatâs not fair.â
You tilted your head innocently, but kept the seductive expression. âCome here then.â
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.
âYou little temptress,â he breathed, forehead resting against yours. âYou know exactly what youâre doing to me, donât you?â
His nose brushed against yours.
The tension was thick, almost suffocating now.
âTell me you feel it too,â he whispered, lips hovering just above yours. âTell me Iâm not the only one going insane here.â
You looked into his eyes, heart pounding wildly. âYouâre not the only one.â
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 couldnât 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.
âGod⊠finally,â he rasped against your lips, barely pulling back an inch. âYou have no fucking idea how long Iâve wanted this.â
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.
âJungkookââ you gasped when you felt his hardness pressing between your legs.
âSay my name again,â he begged, voice hoarse as he kissed you again, deeper this time. âPlease, baby. Say it.â
âJungkookâŠâ 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.
âFuck⊠you feel so good,â he panted, breaking the kiss only to breathe. âSo fucking perfect. Iâve been going crazy every single day pretending I donât want you like this.â
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.
âMhhmm... Jungkook!â
âI want everyone in town to know youâre mine,â he growled against your skin. âTell me youâre mine, baby. Please.â
âIâm yours,â you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. âIâm yours, Jungkook.â
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.
âI canât stop,â he confessed between heavy breaths, forehead pressed against yours. âIâve 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.â
He pulled back just enough to look at you, lips swollen, eyes dark with lust and something much softer.
âTell me to slow down,â he said, voice rough, âand I will. But if you donât⊠Iâm going to kiss you until you forget every bad thing that ever happened to you.â
You answered by pulling him back into another fierce kiss.
Your legs tightened around his waist as you rocked against him.
âBabyâŠâ he moaned into your mouth, the sound desperate and wrecked. âYouâre driving me insane. If you keep kissing me like this, I wonât be able to stop myself.â
âDonât stop,â you whispered, biting his lower lip. âPlease donât stop.â
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.
âI'm yours now, baby,â he whispered against your swollen lips, voice soft and proud. âSay it.â
âYou are mine,â you moaned, kissing him again desperately. âYou are mine, Jungkook.â
He smiled against your mouth, breathing heavily, eyes blazing with lust and raw emotion.
âGood girl,â he whispered, before claiming your lips in another long, intoxicating kiss that left you both completely breathless.
The tension youâd 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.
Heâd press warm, lingering kisses across your forehead, your cheeks, and finally your lips until you stirred awake with a sleepy smile.
âMorning, baby,â heâd whisper in his deep, raspy morning voice, brushing hair away from your face. âTime to wake up. I made coffee for you.â
Youâd hum softly, still half-asleep, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. âFive more minutesâŠâ
Jungkook would chuckle and nuzzle his nose against yours. âYou said that 10 minutes ago. And yesterday too. Iâm starting to think you just like me waking you up like this.â
âI do,â you admitted with a shy smile, pulling him down for a proper kiss. âYour good morning kisses are the best part of the day.â
He grinned against your lips, kissing you slowly and sweetly. âThen Iâll keep waking you up like this every single day. Deal?â
âDeal,â you whispered, melting under his gentle affection.
The moment the word left your mouth, Jungkook pulled back slightly with a dramatic, thoughtful expression.
âHmm⊠but for that...â he said, pretending to think seriously, â...Iâll have to marry you as soon as possible. Otherwise, itâll 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!!â
Your eyes widened, and a bright laugh escaped you. âJungkook!â
Before he could react, you attacked him with tickles, fingers digging into his sides. He burst into loud giggles, trying to catch your hands.
âYahhh! Baby... stopâ!â he laughed helplessly, falling onto the bed beside you as you continued tickling him. âThis is domestic abuse!â
âYou canât just say things like that!â you giggled, still tickling him while he squirmed and laughed.
âOkay... okay! I surrender!â He finally caught both your wrists and pulled you on top of him, both of you breathing heavily and smiling like idiots.
âBut I wasnât joking about the marrying part,â he added softly, eyes sparkling with affection.
You blushed and hid your face in his neck. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd you love it,â 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. âNope. Youâre not touching anything.â
You stared at him, hands on your hips. âExcuse me? Why not?â
He crossed his arms, looking way too smug. âI promised your grandma Iâd take care of you properly. That includes cooking for you. She specifically told me not to let you lift a finger.â
You let out a shocked laugh. âShe did not say that... You are adding it on your own!â
âShe definitely did,â he teased, nodding seriously. âShe said her granddaughter works too hard and needs to be spoiled. So today, youâre sitting there looking pretty while I cook.â
You narrowed your eyes at him. âJungkook, I donât want to sit around like a decoration piece all the time. I want to do things with you.â
He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. His voice dropped playfully, âWell⊠if you really want to help that badly, you need to bribe me first.â
You raised an eyebrow. âBribe you?â
âMhmm,â he hummed, leaning in until his nose brushed yours. âWith kisses. Many kisses. The longer and sweeter, the more you get to help.â
You tried to look annoyed but couldnât stop smiling. âYouâre so clingy.â
Jungkook grinned wider, unbothered. âExtremely clingy. Only for you though.â
You paused, then softly added, ââŠBut I like it.â
His eyes softened instantly. He cupped your face with both hands and kissed you gently, lingering for a long moment.
âYeah?â he whispered against your lips. âGood. Because I donât think I can stop being clingy with you even if I tried.â
You kissed him again, deeper this time, before pulling back with a smile. âFine. Iâll bribe you⊠but only if I get to chop the vegetables.â
âDeal,â 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. Heâd 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.
âYouâre cheating! Thereâs no way youâre this good,â he whined, pulling you into his lap as punishment.
You laughed and kissed his pout away. âYou let me win on purpose and we both know it.â
âMaybe,â he admitted, smiling brightly. âI just love seeing you happy.â
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 heâd 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. âJungkook⊠can I tell you something?â
His arms tightened around you gently. âOf course, baby. Anything. Iâm right here.â
You took a deep, shaky breath. âMy breakup⊠it wasnât just painful. It broke something in me.â
Your voice trembled. âHe 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.â
Jungkook stayed quiet, just listening. His thumb continued drawing slow, soothing circles on your arm.
âBut it wasnât just him,â you continued, eyes stinging.
âMy 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.â
You let out a broken breath. âI couldnât handle it anymore. Thatâs why I ran away to Grandma. I was burnt out, heartbroken, and so tired of feeling like I was never enough.â
Jungkook pressed a long, tender kiss to the top of your head and held you closer.
âIâm so sorry you went through all of that, baby,â he whispered, voice thick with emotion. âYou didnât 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.â
You turned your head slightly to look at him. âWhen 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?â
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.
âHey⊠look at me,â he said softly. âIâm not him. And Iâm not them. I will never get tired of you. Never.â
He rested his forehead against yours.
âI love how you get all bossy with me at the cafĂ©. 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 youâthe quiet one, the sarcastic one, the emotional one, the strong one, the scared one⊠all of them.â
You sniffled, a small smile breaking through. âYouâre too good to me.â
Jungkook smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. âIf I ever leave you⊠which I wonât⊠but if I ever make you feel like I'm gonna do something that stupid, you have my full permission to burn my cafĂ© down. Hell, Iâll even hand you the lighter and help you do it.â
You let out a watery laugh and lightly hit his chest. âYouâre such an idiot.â
âYour idiot,â he corrected warmly, kissing your forehead. âOnly yours. Iâm not going anywhere, baby. I choose you. Every single day, I choose you.â
You turned fully in his arms and hugged him tightly, burying your face in his neck. âI choose you too,â you whispered. âIâm still scared⊠but I want this. I want us.â
âYou have me,â he murmured, pressing kisses to your temple, your cheek, and finally your lips. âAll of me.â
The kiss started gentle and comforting⊠but it didnât 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 â slow, deep, and sensual.
Wet sounds filled the quiet night air as he licked into your mouth, tasting you like he couldnât 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.
âBabyâŠâ he whispered huskily, voice low and intimate against your wet lips. âDo you want to continue?â
You looked into his eyes, heart racing wildly.
There was no pressure in his gaze â only love, patience, and raw want.
âYes,â you whispered, fingers threading through his hair as you pulled him closer. âI want you, Jungkook. I want all of this with you⊠everything.â
A soft, beautiful smile touched his lips.
He leaned in again and kissed you deeply â 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.
âThen letâs go inside,â he murmured against your slick, swollen lips, voice warm and full of promise. âI want to love you properly⊠slowly.â
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.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he breathed against your skin. âIâm so lucky youâre mine. Iâve got you, baby⊠always.â
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.
âAre you really sure, baby?â he asked softly, brushing his thumb across your cheek. âWe donât have to do anything tonight. Just being with you is enough.â
You reached up and pulled him down into a kiss. âIâm sure,â you whispered against his lips. âI want to feel close to you⊠in every way.â
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 â 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.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmured, voice full of awe. âEvery single part of you.â
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.
âJungkookâŠâ 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.
âGod⊠look at you,â 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.
âThese are so pretty,â he murmured, cupping one breast gently in his large hand. âSo soft⊠perfect.â
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.
âYou like that?â he asked, voice husky as he looked up at you through his lashes.
âYesâŠâ 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.
âJungkookâŠâ 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.
âSo sensitive for me,â he whispered, blowing cool air on the wet bud before sucking it back into his warm mouth. âI could do this for hours⊠just listening to the pretty sounds you make.â
You squirmed underneath him, heat pooling between your legs. âJungkook⊠pleaseâŠâ
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.
âIâve wanted to taste you for so long, baby,â he said, voice thick with desire. âWill you let me?â
âYes,â you whispered, nodding. âPlease, Jungkook.â
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.
âFuck, you taste so sweet,â he murmured against you. âSo perfect.â
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.
âRelax, baby. Let me take care of you,â he said softly before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking tenderly.
âMhmm... Jungkook!â you gasped, back arching, fingers gripping his hair. âThat feels so goodâŠâ
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.
âYouâre so wet for me,â he murmured against you, adding a second finger. âSo tight and warm⊠Does this feel good, baby?â
âYesâ so good,â you moaned, breathing heavily. âDonât stop⊠please donât stop...,â your eyes fluttering shut. âYouâre making me feel so loved.â
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.
âThatâs it, baby. Let go for me,â he whispered. âI want to feel you come on my tongue.â
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.
âHow are you feeling?â he asked tenderly, brushing your hair back.
âAmazing,â you whispered, still catching your breath. âI want you inside me now, Jungkook.â
He kissed you again, slow and full of emotion. âIâll go slow, okay? Tell me if you want me to stop or go faster.â
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.
âBabyâŠâ Jungkook breathed, forehead pressed against yours. His voice was thick with emotion. âYou feel incredible⊠so warm, so tight around me. Like you were made for me.â
He stayed still, letting you adjust to his size, while pressing the softest kisses to your lips, your nose, and your cheeks.
âYou okay, my love?â he whispered tenderly, one hand gently stroking your hair. âTell me if itâs too much.â
âIâm perfect,â you whispered back, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even deeper. âMove... Please... You feel so good inside me, JungkookâŠâ
He smiled softly and kissed you again, slow and deep. âI love being connected with you like this,â he murmured against your lips. âNothing between us. Just you and me.â
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.
âTell me how it feels, baby,â he whispered, lips brushing yours with every thrust. âI want to hear your voice.â
âSo goodâŠâ you moaned softly, eyes fluttering. âYouâre so deep⊠I can feel all of you.â
He groaned quietly, the sound vibrating against your chest. âYouâre squeezing me so beautifully. So perfect. I could stay inside you forever like this.â
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.
âYou make me feel so safe,â you confessed breathlessly between kisses. âIâve never felt this loved before.â
Jungkookâs eyes softened even more. He thrust a little deeper, grinding against you gently.
âYou are loved,â he said tenderly, voice husky. âSo deeply loved. Iâm going to spend every day proving it to you. Every morning. Every night. Youâll never doubt how much you mean to me.â
You moaned louder as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Your free hand ran down his back, nails grazing his skin. âRight there⊠Jungkook, right thereâŠâ
He kept the same angle, stroking that spot with every slow thrust. âHere, baby? Like this?â he asked, voice sweet but dripping with lust.
âYes⊠oh god, yes,â you whimpered. âDonât stop. Please donât stop.â
âI wonât,â he promised, kissing your neck and sucking gently on your pulse point. âI love watching your face when I make you feel good. Youâre so beautiful when you fall apart for me.â
Your bodies moved together in a perfect, sensual rhythm.
He never rushed.
Every thrust was full of love, devotion, and intimacy. âYouâre doing so well, babyâŠâ He kept whispering sweet praises between kisses... âTaking me so beautifully⊠Iâm so lucky youâre mineâŠâ
As the pleasure built higher, your moans grew softer but more desperate. Jungkook could feel you tightening around him.
âYouâre getting close, arenât you?â he murmured lovingly, pressing his forehead to yours again. âCome with me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.â
âIâm so closeâŠâ you gasped, squeezing his hand tighter. âJungkook⊠I love you.â
Those words made him groan deeply. His thrusts became slightly deeper, still slow and sensual.
âI love you too,â he whispered against your lips. âSo much. Come for me, baby. Iâve got you.â
A few more loving, deep strokes and you fell apart beneath him â 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 faceâyour forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and finally your lips.
âIâve got you,â he whispered lovingly. âIâve got you, my baby. Youâre safe. Youâre loved.â
You wrapped your arms and legs around him tightly, tears of overwhelming emotion pricking your eyes.
âIâve never felt this cherished before,â you whispered.
Jungkook smiled softly and kissed you again, slow and full of promise. âThen Iâll just have to cherish you more⊠every single day.â
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.
âCome here, baby,â 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.
âHow are you feeling?â he asked quietly, voice full of warmth and care. âAny discomfort?â
You shook your head, nuzzling deeper into his chest. âI feel perfect⊠just a little sensitive. But so loved.â
âGood,â he murmured, kissing the top of your head again. âYou were so good for me. So beautiful.â
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.
âYouâre trembling a little,â he noticed, rubbing your arms gently to warm you up. âIs that okay?â
You smiled shyly. âYeah⊠just from everything. It felt really intense⊠in the best way.â
Jungkook chuckled softly and tilted your chin up so he could kiss you.
It was slow, soft, full of love.
âI love you,â he whispered against your lips. âThank you for trusting me tonight.â
âI love you too,â you whispered back, resting your cheek over his heart. âThis feels like home.â
He held you tighter, one hand playing with your hair while the other traced gentle patterns on your waist. âThen stay right here,â he said softly. âThis is your home now⊠in my arms.â
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 Jungkookâs 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.
âYou know youâre staring at me more than the road, right?â you teased, raising your voice slightly over the wind.
Jungkook chuckled, giving your thigh another gentle squeeze.
âCan you blame me?â he called back. âMy beautiful girlfriend is hugging me from behind. This is the best view Iâve ever had while riding.â
You blushed and hid your face against his back, but he wasnât done.
âBaby,â he said playfully, interlacing his fingers with yours again over his stomach. âYouâre holding me so tight. Scared Iâll disappear or just enjoying yourself?â
âBoth,â you admitted, smiling. âAnd stop looking at me in the mirror so much! Focus on driving.â
He laughed loudly, the sound warm and happy.
âIâm a very good multitasker,â he replied, gently squeezing your hand. âRight now Iâm driving⊠and admiring how pretty my girl looks with the sea behind her. Two important things.â
âYouâre impossible,â you muttered, but your arms tightened around him affectionately.
âAnd you love it,â he said confidently, bringing your hand up to his lips for a quick kiss before placing it back on his waist. âDonât even try to deny it, boss.â
As soon as you stepped through your grandmaâs gate, she was already standing on the porch with her arms crossed and a knowing smile.
âOh myâŠâ she said, eyes scanning both of you. âLook at you two. Glowing like lanterns. Did you even sleep at that farmhouse or just stare at each other the whole time?â
âHalmeoni!â you whined, cheeks instantly burning. âWe just⊠relaxed. Thatâs all.â
âRelaxed?â Grandma raised an eyebrow. âDarling, you have red patch on your neck and Jungkook is smiling like he won the lottery. Donât insult my intelligence.â
You covered your neck with your hand, mortified. âItâs not... we didnât... I meanââ
Jungkook, who was carrying both your bags like they weighed nothing, laughed warmly behind you.
âHalmeoni, youâre too sharp,â he said cheerfully. âI can never win with you.â
Before you could defend yourself, Jungkook walked past you with all the confidence in the world and set the luggage down dramatically.
âHalmeoni,â he announced proudly, standing tall like he was making a speech, â...guess what?â
Your grandma tilted her head, amused. âWhat, my dear?â
âYouâve been asking me for the last two years... âJungkook-ah, when are you bringing a granddaughter-in-law home?ââ He grinned, full of charm and mischief. âWell⊠I think Iâll be bringing your granddaughter as your official granddaughter-in-law soon.â
âJungkook!â you gasped, eyes wide in panic.
You lightly smacked his arm. âYou canât just say that!â
He turned to you with the most innocent, lovesick expression. âWhy not? Itâs true.â
Grandma clapped her hands together in pure delight. âFinally! Welcome to the family, Jungkook. Though⊠youâve been my favorite grandson in my heart for a long time. But now you will be my favorite grandson-in-law too.â
You buried your face in your hands. âIâm going to disappear. Right now. Into the sea.â
Jungkook laughed and pulled you into his side, kissing the top of your head. âNo disappearing. Youâre stuck with me now, boss.â
Later that evening, when you two were alone on the porch, you were sitting on the wooden swing, legs draped over Jungkookâs lap. He was gently rubbing your calf while the evening sea breeze played with your hair.
You looked at him shyly. âWere you serious earlier? About the⊠granddaughter-in-law part?â
Jungkook turned to you, his expression softening completely.
He took your hand and interlaced your fingers.
âIâve been serious about you since the day you ignored me at the cafĂ©,â he said gently. âEven when you were cold and distant, I already knew I wanted you in my life. But Iâm not rushing you, baby.â
He lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles. âWeâll go as slow as you want. Iâll wait until youâre fully ready. No pressure. Just⊠I want you to know where my heart is.â
You felt your eyes get teary. âYouâre too good to me, you know that?â
He smiled and pulled you closer until you were practically sitting in his lap. âI plan to keep being too good to you. Every single day.â
Jungkook had zero intention of keeping your relationship private.
The very next morning, the moment you stepped into the cafĂ©, Jungkookâs 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.
âJungkook!â you whispered, mortified but breathless.
âMorning, girlfriend,â he said loudly and proudly, a bright grin plastered on his face for the entire cafĂ© to see.
You covered your face with your hands. âOh my god⊠everyone is staring.â
âGood... Let them stare,â 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.
âCome here, let me help you,â 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, âYou look so cute when youâre blushing like this. Makes me want to kiss you again.â
âJungkook, stop,â you whined quietly, but a shy smile was fighting its way onto your lips. âThere are customers!â
âLet them enjoy the show,â 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. âFinally! I was wondering when this boy would make it official!â
Later, when a group of young girls from town came in and started flirting with him, Jungkook immediately pulled you to his side.
âSorry ladies,â he said cheerfully, kissing your temple. âIâm very taken. This is my girlfriend. Sheâs the boss here⊠and of me.â
You elbowed him lightly, embarrassed but smiling. âYouâre enjoying this way too much.â
âExtremely,â he admitted, nuzzling your cheek. âIâve been waiting months to show you off. Let me flex a little.â
In the evenings, he walked you home holding your hand, swinging it between you like a lovesick teenager.
âYou know... it's been weeks and the whole town is still talking about us, right?â you asked, laughing, one day while heading to home.
âGood,â he replied, pulling you closer. âLet 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.â
You stopped walking and looked up at him, heart overflowing.
Without thinking, you rose onto your tiptoes, held his face gently, and pecked his lipsâsoft, sweet, and full of affection.
Jungkookâs face lit up like the sunrise.
His eyes widened in pleasant surprise before melting into the softest, most loving smile.
âWhat was that for?â he whispered, still grinning.
âBecause I love you,â you said shyly, still holding his face. âAnd I wanted to kiss you first for once.â
He let out a happy little laugh and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
âI love you more,â he murmured, forehead resting against yours. âSo much more. And Iâm going to keep saying it until you get tired of hearing it.â
You smiled, brushing your nose against his. âNot possible.â
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in Health
Pairing: Jungkook x black reader
Summary: unhappy with your weight, you enlist the help with your fitness fanatic boyfriend.
Warnings: penetration and fingering. Smut
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"You got to be kidding me," I mumbled angrily.
I had just put on a pair of jeans but to my horror they wouldn't zip no matter how much I sucked in my stomach. Not only that, some of my tops were now hugging a bigger belly and side rolls. I let out a heavy sigh and pull my scale out. I stepped on it and looked up. After waiting a minute I looked down. I cursed at the number revealed to me and walked back into my bedroom in a bad mood. Jungkook looked away from the TV, saw my grumpy face and climbed off the bed.
He pulled me into his embrace and asked," what's the matter."
"I gained twenty pounds and now I can't fit into my clothes, " I replied unhappily.
He kissed each one of my cheeks and leaned me back slightly so that I was looking him in the eyes.
"I'll help you lose the twenty pounds BUT it'll be the healthy and steady way. I don't want you falling down the fad diet and excessively long cardio rabbit hole, " said sternly.
"I won't."
He pulled out his phone and tapped on it for an hour before putting it back in his pocket.
"What were you doing just now?" I asked.
"A large grocery haul," he replied.
"What did you order?" I asked nervously.
"You'll see," he replied, before he walked out of the bedroom.
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I groaned with displeasure as my alarm clock woke me up at five in the morning instead of six. I turned it off, turned around and glared at my half awake husband.
"I shouldn't have said anything to you," I grumbled.
He sleepily chuckled and poked me in my side. I stuck my tongue out at him and climbed out of the bed. I turned on my end table lamp and get dress in my workout set. I turned the lamp back off and go into the living room. I turned the lights on, moved the coffee table, turn on the Bluetooth TV, clicked on the YouTube app and selected the workouts for the week playlist. The workout I would be doing for today was twenty day challenge Day one barre classic by barreALLEY. I chuckled at the fact that despite me not doing it for two years Jungkook still remember that Barre was my choice of strength training. I grabbed all the equipment I would need and hit play on the video. When the workout ended twenty minutes later my muscles were on fire but I felt pretty good. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed myself a bottle of water. I drank my water and watched TV from the kitchen until my six a.m phone alarm went off. I threw the empty bottle away and went back into the bedroom m.
"Good morning humper, " I said teasingly, while pulling my work outfit from the closet.
He yawned and stuck his tongue out at me afterwards.
"I have a hot wife. Of course I want to hump her all day," he said suggestively.
"How can you be flirty this early in the morning?"
"The same way you can be a tease."
I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower to let it get warm. Five minutes later Jungkook walked in with his work clothes.
"Is the shower warm yet?" he asked.
I stuck my hand under the water and nodded my head. I stripped off my workout set and climbed in. He follows right behind me.
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I sniffed the plate in front of me and gave him two thumbs up.
"What have you cooked for dinner?" I asked.
"Bake chicken covered in whole thirty buffalo sauce and quinoa rice."
"It smells good. Let's see if it taste good."
I ripped a piece of chicken off with my fork and put it in my mouth. After chewing for a minute and allowing my taste buds to savor the flavor, I let out a happy murmur.
"Is it good?"
"It's good and I really like that buffalo sauce."
"I'll give you the recipe. Please try the rice. I debated between white rice mixed with black beans and white rice mixed with quinoa. I ended up going with latter."
I scooped up a spoonful of the rice and put it in my mouth. After two chews mys mouth turned into a frown. Instead of the bland, addicting flavor of white rice coating my mouth, I got a earthy, nutty flavor of quinoa. I grabbed my cup of water and flushed the bird seed texture rice down my throat. He got up, went into the kitchen, came back with a small bowl of rice and put it in front of me.
"Quinoa rice is a failure. I won't add it to your plate anymore," he said, before sitting back down.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Don't apologize for not liking something. I rather know you don't like something versus torturing you with food you don't like."
"Please make the white rice mixed with black beans. It looked good on all of the recipes I have seen using it.
"Okay. I'll make it tomorrow."
"I look forward to it."
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"Don't be nervous babe. You have been doing great these past two weeks."
"But we had ice cream last Saturday," I said worriedly.
"We agreed Saturdays would be your cheat day. Go ahead and step on the scale."
I stepped on the scale and I let out a squeal of joy when I saw the numbers on the scale.
"Congratulations babe. You lost four pounds," he said cheerfully.
"Thanks to you I lost the weight."
"Nah. You should give yourself credit. I created the workout Playlist and cooked the meals but you made the decision to get up every day to do the work out. You are the one who strictly eat my food and not sneak a mcdonald's burger."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a smooch. "I want to thank you for helping me on on this weight loss journey of mines."
"Oh really," he said, with a knowing smile.
He picked me up bridal style and carried me into the bedroom.
"I'll never get bored of of being carried like this."
He kissed my cheek and gently laid me on the bed. He lifted my left leg and kissed that thigh as well.
"I will always love your thighs whether they are thick or toned."
He lifted up the left and kissed a trail down to my finger tips. He did the same to the other arm.
"I will always love your arms whether they are slightly flabby or slim."
He blew a raspberry on my stomach, follow by a kiss.
"I will always love your stomach whether it's small and tone or soft and slightly extended."
He gently rolled me on my stomach and I looked at him to see what he would do next. He grabbed a cheek in each hand, jiggled them, squeezed them and placed a kiss on each one.
"I will definitely will love this ass whether it's fat and jiggles or small and toned."
I started laughing and turned back over on my back. When I calmed down, I smirked at him. "I knew the romantic lines would go out the window when you got to my butt."
"What can I say? I'm a butt guy," he said with a smirk.
I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. That passionate kiss quickly turned a make out session that had us rolling back and forth on the bed until we had to pull apart for air.
"Take those off," he said.
He pointed to my underwear set and yanked off his muscle shirt. I quickly removed the set and he climbed on the bed after kicking off his joggers. He put two of his fingers in his mouth, sucked on them for a minute and shoved them inside of me. I let out a moan and he slowly started thrusting them inside of me.
"I love how you're always tight no matter how many times we have sex," he said lustfully.
I let out moans and grip his muscular arm as he picks up his pace and curves his fingers in hooking motion. This allowed his fingers to scrape against the nerve endings along my gummy walls.
"Kookie," I warned.
I felt my walls clamp down on his fingers and my body tense as I felt my impending orgasm coming.
"Go ahead, baby. Come all over my fingers," he said.
He started rubbing the palms of his fingers against my walls at a fast pace and that's all it took to push me over the edge. While I recovered, he lewdly licked his fingers clean of my juices. He put on a condom and without warning he thrusted in me. Thanks to the orgasm I had not to long ago I didn't feel any discomfort.
I did feel the sting of overstimulation as he started to thrust inside of me. To distract me he started rubbing circles on my clit. My overstimulation quickly converted to pleasure and I found myself moaning like crazy all over again. However, my orgasm snuck up faster than the last one.
"I feel you squeezing my cock like crazy. Hold out a bit longer."
After a few more sloppy thrusts and rubbing on my clit we both came together with moan. He rolled over to his side and said,"remember I'll always love you whether you're twenty pounds heavier or twenty pounds lighter."
In Sickness
Pairing: Namjoon x black reader
Summary: when your fiance leaves you after finding out about your diagnosis your friend Namjoon steps up big time.
Warnings: kissing, female receiving oral, fingering, and penetration.
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"I did it. I beat you," I said, cupping my newly reconstructed breasts.
It has been one year and three months since I beat stage one breast cancer and it has changed how I see life now. I slipped on my pink workout set, grabbed my five pound weights, connected my cellphone to my blue tooth tv and selected a walking with weights video. When I finished my workout, I dranked a bottle of water and went into the bathroom to get ready for work. I filled my bathtub with warm water and scented rose petals. I climbed in and let my body relax as I washed the sweat off my body. Once I was done I got out of the tub and applied some peppermint scented lotion to my skin. I sprayed on some peppermint scented perfume and got dress. I chuckle a little as I add edge control to the roots of my hair. The old me took quick showers and didn't bother with scented anything. Quick showers, Cocoa butter and deodorant was my best friends. Quick and efficient was my moto. Now I take time to pamper myself so my body can hold up to the stress of work. I fill my cup up first before anything else now. I fixed myself a bowl of oatmeal and some strawberries on the side. After a couple of spoonfuls of oatmeal and eating two strawberries I check my phone for any messages from the people I cared about. As always there was a message from my mom, dad, older brother, and Namjoon. There was also a message from an unknown number. The message was a simple hi.
??: Hi
Me: Who is this?
??: Derrick
Me: Derrick who?
Derrick: Derrick Bater. Your former fiancé
I scoffed, blocked the number and deleted the message thread. I can't believe that bastard had the nerve to message me and from a different number no less. He obviously tried to message me from his original phone number before realizing that I blocked it. When I had told him I had stage one breast cancer two months after he proposed his response was that he didn't sign up to marry someone already sick and asked for the ring back. I remember throwing it in his face and running to my car. I don't remember driving to Namjoon's house but I do remember burying my face in his chest and sobbing as soon as he opened the door. Once I calmed down I told him about my diagnosis and Derrick's reaction. He promised he would be there for me and he kept that promise. If it wasn't for my family and him I would have wallowed in self pity instead of looking on the bright side. I finished my breakfast and headed off to work.
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The first stop I made on my way to my desk was Namjoon's desk. I placed a plastic cup of matcha on his desk and smiled at him.
"Good morning joonie," I said.
His cheeks turned slightly red and he stuttered out a good morning.
"That's the first time you called me a nickname," he said.
"Do you not like it?"
"I love it. Thank you for the matcha. I didn't have time to grab some today," he replied with a dimple grin.
"Your welcome joonie."
I gave him a little wave and headed towards my desk.
Namjoon looked at Y/n's back with longing as she slowly disappeared out of his sight. I took a sip of my matcha and let out a sigh of satisfaction. I feel the warm, earthy taste of caffeine charge my body for the day ahead.
"Alright, I had enough of this," said Seokjin, leaning over the divider that separated our desks.
" What do you mean hyung?" I asked.
"Either you confess or I'll be forced to intervene," Seokjin warned.
"You can't be serious."
"As a heart attack," he said with a smirk.
"Okay. Okay. I'll confess during her lunch break, " I said worriedly.
"You better Kim Namjoon or else," warned Seokjin.
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I was eating my turkey sandwich when I saw Namjoon walk into the break room and towards my table.
"May I join you briefly?" he asked politely.
I nodded my head and took a sip of water. He sat down and cleared his throat nervously.
"Y/n I liked you since the day you walked up to my desk and introduced yourself eight years ago, but your interest was on Derrick. I accepted it and decided I would be a good friend instead. Then you got cancer and he abandoned you. I felt worried and angry at the same time. I was worried because I didn't want to lose you and angry because the person who suppose to love you just left. I'm so glad you're still here but I don't want to waste another chance. Y/n would you go on a date with me?"
"Yes."
"Really?!" he asked in surprise.
"Yes, you were there when I needed support."
"Are you free next Saturday?"
"Yes."
"How about we meet at Sammy Artsy Museum at ten a.m next Saturday."
"That'll work. I'll see you then," I said with a big smile.
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I walked into the building of the museum and walked over to the figure leaning against the post with earpods in his ears. I tapped shoulder and he jumped slightly from being startled. Once he realized it was me he took his earbuds out and gave me the stink eye.
"You didn't text me that you were here," he said, pointing to his phone.
"I wanted to surprise you," I said mischievously.
"More like scare me," he said. "Let's go look at some art before you create more mischief."
I chuckled and followed him to a wall. It was covered by water color paintings.
"This painting is by Pam. Webb. She painted George Town famous market called Exuma's Straw. As you can tell she focused on a vendor and his or her wares," he explained.
"She did a good job on the details. I can tell what each item is."
He smiled and lead me to another watercolor painting. For the next three hours Namjoon showed me a variety of art work and explained them throughly.
"I hope I didn't bore you," he said, as soon as we walked out of the museum.
"Not at all joonie. I had a fun time," I said happily.
"That's a relief. I didn't want to do a stereotypical dinner first date," he said, with a dimple smile.
"I'm glad you picked something different. It shows me one of your interest."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Why don't you pick our next date."
"Okay. Are you up for a pilates reformer class tomorrow?"
"Sure I used to do traditional floor pilates for about two years."
"Why did you stop?"
"I wanted bigger muscles and your bodyweight only can do so much."
"Fair enough. The name is the location is Simone's Studio and it starts at eight a.m"
He saved the information in his phone calendar and gave me a thumbs up. We gave each other a hug goodbye and headed home.
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"Are you ready to feel the burn?" I asked, as we walked into the studio.
"Yes, I love a good burn," he replied.
We found two reformers next to each other and put our stuff beside them.
"How long have you been doing pilates reformer?"
"A month."
"What were you doing before this?"
I chuckled and replied," I was barely doing anything."
"And that was?"
"Every morning I would walk in place for ten minutes."
"That's all?" he asked in surprise.
"Yeah," I replied embarrassedly.
"Something is better than nothing," he said.
"True but I could have done more but anything longer than ten minutes didn't fit into my quick and efficient mindset back then."
"And now?"
"I take care of my body. Fast doesn't mean quality."
He reached over and gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze." I'm glad you see that now."
The teacher walked into the classroom and introduced herself. Next, she explained the different parts of the reformer, how to use the parts of the machine that moves and how to change the resistance.
"Do you all understand?" Simone asked.
"Yes," replied the class.
"Good. Let's start with a warm up and then we'll do the routine," she said.
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After the pilates reformer class Namjoon took me to a place called Smoothie R us to get something called a smoothie bowl.
"Take your time looking over the menu and I'll order for us when you're ready," he said, skimming the menu.
"Do you know what you want?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"What are you getting?"
"It's called the Recovery Smoothie Bowl but you don't have to get the same thing as me."
I read the ingredients for the recovery smoothie bowl and decided I would get the same thing.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He got up, went to the counter and ordered our bowls. Twenty-five minutes later he came back with two recovery smoothie bowls.
"This looks good," I said, picking up my spoon.
"Because it's. I always get this after I leave the gym," he said.
I scooped up a spoonful of the smoothie and put it in my mouth.
"Mmm," I said.
"Good?" he asked.
"Yes, the tart cherries definitely make my lips pucker but the vanilla greek yogurt and the banana help tone the tartness down."
"I felt that way as well the first time I tried it but now I'm used to the tartness."
"Thank you for introducing me to smoothie bowls."
"Your welcome."
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Namjoon walks into the living room carrying two beers in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other. He places the popcorn on the coffee table and the beers on their coasters. I fold the blanket back so he can sit down. He pops the beer tops off with the opener, folds his share of the blanket over his lap and hands me my beer.
"Happy three months anniversary," he said.
"Happy three months anniversary," I said.
We clanked our beers together and take a long sip.
I let out a satisfied sigh and pointed to his tv screen. "We'll be watching a drama called Forbidden Fruit."
"Drama? You hate drama of any kind."
"I know but the summary and the fact that it's a AMBW couple caught my attention."
"Let's see what it's about," he said, leaning back against the couch.
I hit play on the movie and within ten minutes I already didn't like the female lead's family. Based on the contempt on Namjoon's face he wasn't a fan of theirs either. As the movie progresses the female lead continues to stand her ground against her family especially when it came to her asian boyfriend. A love scene appears on the screen and I felt my cheeks grow warm. I would be a liar if I said I didn't fantasize about having sex with Namjoon. A messy make out session was as far as we ever went.
"Babe?"
"Hmm?" I said, turning my head towards the sound of his voice.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked.
"You," I said honestly.
"I'm thinking about you as well."
He turned the movie off, pulled me tight against his chest and engaged my lips in a passionate kiss. After five minutes of lip locking he pulled away with lust in his eyes and a string of saliva attaching us together.
"Tell me if you want to slow down or stop."
"There's no way I want you to stop," I said, pulling him into another kiss.
He released a muffle groan and gently lays me down on the couch.
"It's a good thing I bought the large couch instead of the mid-size one," he said.
He placed a kiss on both corners of my mouth. He cupped my breast with his left hand and my mound with his right hand.
"You're so warm baby," he said with admiration.
He placed a kiss on my cloth covered slit before removing both my shorts and panty. He spread my lips apart, latched onto my clit and gave it a hard suck. I let out a loud needy whine and he carefully stuck two fingers in me. I felt slight discomfort from the stretch but it quickly went away. He briefly let go of my clit and asked," are you okay?"
"Yes Joonie. Please keep going."
He wrapped his lips back around my clit and thrust his fingers in sync with his sucks. When he felt me tightening up around his fingers he removed them and his mouth from me. He yanked off his pant and boxer, grabbed a condom from the end table drawer, slipped it on and carefully thrusted inside of me. After the first three inches of him was in me I let out a gasp. He immediately stopped and looked down at me with concern.
"Are you okay?"
"You're bigger than two fingers joonie."
"I'm sorry. Should I pull out and use three fingers."
"No, just continue slowly," I reassured.
He adjusted his weight and slowly guided the rest of his dick inside. When he was all the way in he waited for me to adjust to his dick.
"Joonie do you know how big you're?"
"Do you mean my body or my dick?"
"Your dick, of course. "
A shy smile appeared on his lips and he cleared his throat.
"I measured my self recently and I'm eight inches hard. Thickness wise I have heard coke can thick."
"That sounds about right. You can move now."
He places my legs over his shoulders and I raised my brow.
"I want you to feel me nice and deep," he said suggestively.
He pulled himself entirely out and thrust back in with one smooth thrust.
"Namjoon!" I yelped.
That one thrust nearly knocked the air out of me but I didn't have time to process it because he was thrusting in me like a jack hammer.
"Joonie. Joonie. Joonie," I chanted, with my eyes closed.
With each thrust, the head of his cock would hit my g-spot and fireworks of pleasure would explode behind my eyes.
"Are you about to come, sweetie?" he asked.
My walls were gripping him tighter and tighter as he continued to thrust inside of me. His once focus look was now replaced with lustful eyes and a lip captured by teeth.
"Hell yeah! You keep pounding me like this, I won't have no choice but to come," I moaned.
"Go ahead baby. Come on me," he groaned.
After seven more thrusts i felt an intense sensation spread throughout my entire body. He let put a loud moan and followed right behind me.
"Damn...Joonie...That...was...great," I panted.
"I'm glad you like it. Your pleasure is important."
"So is yours."
"I'm definitely satisfied. "
He got up, disposed of the condom, got a warm towel, cleaned me up and brought me snacks. He sat down beside me and kissed my shoulder. I smiled and offered him a chip. He took the chip and sighed with bliss.
