Words: 25.7k (it’s long! if Tumblr crashes, please head on over to my Ao3 to read)
Genre: Smut, Angst (but I’ve kept it mild!)
Rating: Mature (18+)
Summary: You’ve loved your college best friend for ages, too bad he’s got a boyfriend. Twisted decisions lead to revelations about sexualities, secrets, feelings and confrontations.
Playlist: Mosis - You & Me | Doja Cat - So high | Black Parachute - You Know | Broze Whale - Say it (Baile Remix) | Myth - Summerboys
Warnings: Touchy-feely Taebear, mutual pining, social drinking, miscommunication, literally they’re all idiots in love, cold shoulders, wrongful assumptions of sexualities, cunning schemes, MC is an oblivious brick wall, mxm scenes, Tae gets angry for a bit, kissing, threesome, voyeuristic and exhibitionist themes, oral (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving), face fucking (f receiving), mild nipple play, fxm unprotected sex, mxm unprotected and protected sex, shower humping, face sitting, polyphilia/polyamory.
A/N: Happy birthday to TaeJin! I’m on the hooks if this is a good fic or not so please do let me know what you thought! Also disclaimer; just because a particular mxm pairing is mentioned, does not mean I ship them. This is just for fiction purposes. Moodboard by yours truly!
🥺🥺🥺 I'm so honoured that people are still reading my ravings. Thank you! Hopefully I get back to the grinding stone soon. Just need to get this pesky doctoral degree a little worked in. Le *sigh*...
Hey guys! So, I have been very visibly absent from this blog and there's a reason for that.
I've started my first job! It's at my own University and it's 8 hours of exhaustion and students. 🥲
I haven't abandoned ANYTHING on this platform or anywhere else and I'm still very much present for any conversation or anything you want to throw at me.
I did join the nanowrimo but it's awfully going and just is in overall yikes state right now.
I'm waiting to get some form of routine set in place before I start writing PROPERLY you know?
i’m on team taehyung and that’s saying something as jk i’d my bias. clearly, i’m not biased.
I'm not going to comment on any sides right now. I'm simply going to enjoy the hunger games :D, although truth be told, the Taehyung fans are definitely a lot more and make very convincing points ;)
I just finished some tests so I am still getting the hang of writing! Updates will come very soon! Although, fair warning, I might try to finish a non BTS chaptered fic before.
Characters: Jeon Jungkook x Reader, Kim Taehyung x Reader
Words: 3.8k
Genre: Angst, Smut
Rating: Mature
Content Advisory: Just a touch of some vague smut, nothing explicit.
Playlist - Handbook - Losing Touch
Chapters: Prologue 01 02 03 04
This document keeps getting longer and longer. I forgot how tedious legal paperwork gets. I hope you don’t mind signing some 200 or so pages. Next time I will take a page out of Yoongi’s book and simply ask you as nicely as I can to help.
You read the text twice, the first with your eyes boggling at the sheer number of papers mentioned and the second with an amused snort escaping you.
It had been sometime since you had been officially signed on to act as an active management personnel for any company. You knew it was tedious, you knew it was a whole load of legal work that you would have to carefully sift through before passing onto your counsel. However, it was rather exciting.
And you were very much aware it was because it was the Kims’ involved.
You lean back into your chair, the springs bouncing you a few times like a rocking chair as you stretch out your fingers, sending a bunch of shocked emojis to Kim Taehyung.
It had been a week since you had had your appointment with Taehyung; or rather he had had one with you. A week, and both he and Jimin had somehow become an ingrained part of your life. Once your appointment had ended, Jimin had called you, positively beaming as he demanded a lunch with you and ‘the tea’ - as he put it.
You told him as delicately as you could what had happened, and begged him not to tell Yoongi yet as you wanted to see the look on his face when he saw the paperwork on his desk.
Jimin had agreed with a giggle resembling a five year old with hidden candy and that had been enough to soften you into endearment. Before long you were chatting as if you had been friends with him for years, instead of a measly couple weeks.
Those interactions had slowly delved into Jimin bringing Taehyung along and while you had almost backed out of a brunch because OHMYGOD KIM TAEHYUNG WAS THERE, you persevered.
Taehyung had shown up in casuals that had almost all the cafe occupants staring at him, and you wondered idly how long it would take someone to put pictures online.
And as much as you wanted to make it seem that you were nothing short of professional, you had to admit, you rather enjoyed the company.
Charming, dashing and tempting, Park Jimin made you laugh till you were nearly tearing up and while Taehyung was quieter in the joking department, he never fell short at having fun with his best friend.
As enigmatic and polite as he was, you had realized Taehyung’s brand of fun lay in his extreme intelligence. And he was very smart - throwing out quips and banter back and forth with the two of you as if he had to barely think about his responses.
With Yoongi busy songwriting and producing and neck deep in prep, and Jungkook and Namjoon busy with their albums, you had a revelation.
You’d been home one weekend, with your phone in hand as you scrolled through your list of girlfriends. You’d realized then just how out of touch you were with reality.
As much as you’d love to take some girls out to drink, you either couldn’t because you weren’t as close with them and didn’t know their schedules, or the ones who were in the entertainment sector with you were busy as well.
You looked over at the glass of wine you held.
And for the first time in a long time you pondered about how lonely it got when your world revolved around your work and how you helped your close ones.
Before getting up to go morosely to bed, you shot a text to everyone you still had contact with.
Come morning, the only replies you had were girls being very sorry but they couldn’t, and of course the promises for rainchecks. In the midst of your quickly depressing mood, you’d found Jimin’s brilliant offer for a mall crawl and you’d taken him up on it almost gratefully.
Sitting in the chair, with your two new friends, you couldn’t help but be glad to have them. You didn’t feel as lonely with them as you usually felt during times like these.
You shook your head, memories of a huge ruckus causing Jimin, Taehyung and you to burst out laughing, easing back when you thought of how happy Yoongi had been to receive news of your official recruitment into the Kim and GLOSS collab.
As much as you wanted to surprise him, you figured that as one of the people who you would be answering to, he deserved a heads-up, especially seeing how he was close to losing his hair over this.
With the way GLOSS was slowly delving into more and more of the limelight it deserved, you were relieved to see Yoongi being repaid for his diligent efforts. The man had worked day in and night out to make the company stand on its legs. He needed this.
Muscles easing from your short trip to memory lane and exercise, you returned to your emails, the springs moving back into position for work.
“I swear to god, if I have to keep coming over to feed you all the time I am moving you in with me.” You said, opening the door to Yoongi’s office to make your exit after having pumped his stomach with some food.
“You’re the one who said you wanted to have lunch. Just admit that you missed me you sadistic mons-” You shut the door on him before he could finish his sentence, rolling your eyes as you turned away.
GLOSS ENT. was an intimidating building. Starting from a simple two storey studio and office space, it had grown into the five storey building it was now. With levels dedicated to lounges, security, conference rooms, dance and music studios and offices, Yoongi had the top most floor to himself. Segregated into his own office, studio and a small lounge and conference, you knew he kept himself barricaded in here until he was bones.
As much as you’d missed him, you had to admit that you were worried he would lose the weight he had gained since his fever mixtape from last season.
So, with a quick chat with Jana, you’d shown up with delicacies…only to be called sadistic…
Seriously that man…
“Hey Y/N!”
You stopped, turning to look at the direction you’d been called from. You usually preferred to take the flight of stairs down, as a simple exercise and you had reached the dance studios. At the far end, the door was open and emerging from it was GLOSS’s leading artist and name - J-HOPE.
His real name was Jung Hoseok but his stage name just fitted him better. The ever optimistic man was a bright ray of morning sunshine personified and his personality hinged on the fact that he hated frowns on the faces of people he cared for.
And for that reason, it was almost hard for people to hate him for always being chipper.
Unless it was early morning…and there hadn’t been a bed in sight for hours…
“Hey, Hobi, how’s it going?” You asked, him falling into step with you.
His soaked GLOSS jersey and wet hair told you he was probably heading to the showers after an intense practice.
“It’s going great. Especially now, you know; exciting times we are headed into.” He drank deeply from the water bottle he carried. “How is the contract? Park Jimin is so tight lipped about it, you’d think it was espionage.”
You laughed.
“Yeah, I’d say it was close. Don’t worry, Yoongi’s going to be making some announcements soon.” You said mysteriously, ignoring the way he turned puppy eyes on you.
“Ah well,” he said, shrugging when he figured you won’t break. “I guess this means you’re working for GLOSS now right? Like with a pay grade and everything?”
“Yep.”
“Seems like Kim Namjoon and Jeon Jungkook are going to have to find a new person to manage their events. Gonna have to pay them too, once the collab hits the news.”
Your smile dimmed at that, turning to sharply glance at an obviously unconcerned Hoseok. His words hadn’t even been malicious, but it brought out an itch in you nonetheless.
“I didn’t help that much, you know. They did have publicists and management teams that they paid.”
Hoseok’s answering look was borderline insulting, as if he thought you were being deliberately slow.
“I mean, sure, but it’s pretty obvious that Jeon Jungkook became the backbone of BH ever since you began helping in his events. You’re good, Y/N. People want you for a reason. Haven’t you noticed that you’re always involved when it’s his events?”
Hoseok slowed down as well, his eyebrows furrowing as you reached the next flight of stairs.
“I mean I get that you’re busy and all, so it’s always so confusing that Namjoon gets you to do favors for him so often. Not even Yoongi does it…”
You made sure your face remained unconcerned. As far as people in your life went, the only people who were aware of your relationship with Jungkook was, your parents, Jana, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook’s supervisors. It was a select batch of trustworthy people who could be controlled due to direct relations to you, more so because they knew Jungkook before his debut.
But this…
This wondering and pondering about BH’s handling with you and Jungkook, it was concerning.
If Hoseok ever found out about Jungkook’s involvement with you, there’d be worries, accusations, NDAs, a shitstorm that would lose you trust from a major man in the business.
Simply because you helped your boyfriend and friend with no pay.
And if word got out…it would ruin your reputations…and worse…it would make the Kims back out because you had active relations with their rivals.
Yoongi would be devastated.
“He’s talented. I just managed it, Hobi. Same way that I will be on your butt once we all sign the papers.” You joked warningly, and thankfully it had the desired effect.
The cloud passed from Hobi’s face to make way for a snort. “Bring it on.”
You were walking down the stairs with a relieved smile when he called out behind you again.
“Talent’s only about 25 percent of the whole deal.”
You shivered.
“Talent’s only 25 percent of the whole deal.”
The words haunted you as you received Namjoon’s call. His deep voice was coaxing, trying to convince you to help him with an issue his payroll manager had overlooked. You stared down at the paperwork of your new contract, humming along to his explanations, wondering just how you were going to navigate through this new conundrum.
“Hey, Yoongles?” You asked, pensive over the bowl of ramen. That was the only thing Min Yoongi had in his snack cupboard with a pitcher of lemonade in the mini-fridge. You really had to have a serious talk with the man about food if he was going to continue holding up in his office for long hours.
“What’s the word, hummingbird, want more ketchup?” He picked up the packet only to earn an incredulous look from you.
“No, I had a question. About me, and um…Jungkook,”
“He being an ass again?”
“No!” You frowned. “He’s never an ass, Yoongi. It’s more about well, the work I do with him. For him, with BH,”
“Oh,” Yoongi paused to take a bite of his food, looking distinctly ruffled. “What about it?”
You told him about your conversation with Hoseok, trying to keep it mostly neutral. If you really wanted an objective viewpoint, you had to remove your own feelings from the context from the get-go.
Yoongi listened intently, eyes down on his food as you finished. You waited for the verdict, chewing on nothing. On his part, Yoongi returned to eating, taking a big bite before slurping some of the excess broth. You could tell he was bidding for time.
Finally, Yoongi gave you a long, serious look - one that told you that Min Yoongi was going to be brutally honest. He only ever fixed you with that look to check the impact it would make on you.
“Well, I have to agree with Hoseok, Y/N. I mean, take a look at all the work that you used to do - that you got your education in. Location management, hospitality, communications, diplomacy, event coordination, hell, you even have qualifications for legal negotiating. These…these are huge accomplishments and you just do them for free whenever Kim Namjoon asks because he works with your boyfriend.”
“I don’t do stuff for Namjoon. Besides, he’s a friend too.”
“You used to say no to Namjoon too, back when he was only a friend and not Jungkook’s coworker. Now you could have ten things to do but you’d still draw yourself out to help him out. Sometimes it’s not even real work. He just tells you to check on things that his own managers - the ones on his payroll - have done and you do it. You even make changes if you feel like it.”
You tried not to sting at the mild hint of accusation in his voice. Yoongi would never do that to you but he was still human.
“I guess you’re right. But Jungkook isn’t successful and famous just because I check over his scripts or clothes a few times.” (And coordinate stage events, fan events, and negotiate with management.)
“Sure, but you’re a very big part of it. I just hope he knows it, even if you don’t.”
You pouted but didn’t say anything more. The both of you returned to your ramen in silence.
The TV was only supposed to be background noise as you tossed a light salad to eat with your dinner. Behind you in the kitchen the microwave hummed pleasantly with the aroma of your warm up dinner wafting through the room. However, when the news you’d turned on began to broadcast a late night discussion of Jungkook’s interview, you had to look up and pay attention, the salad forks forgotten in your hands.
It was a man and a woman, both with thinning gray hair and had apparently taken it upon themselves that the supposed love life of a young idol was appropriate for the debate.
Your eyes scanned the half disbelieving and half frustrated tone of the discussion, wondering. Just how much could you get away with trying to predict the winds of this phase of your life?
Let’s not be assumptious, you didn’t exactly want to be where you were right about now, with each second passing wondering if this was the time when Jungkook realized he could do better - much better - if he dropped out of your relationship now. You knew it was stupid, ridiculous, because he loved you and would never ever do that to you.
But then, he had gone and done exactly that and hadn’t seemed to bat an eye, hadn’t he?
You cast your eyes down to your forgotten food when keys jangled in the door lock. You dropped the forks, scrambling for the remote to turn the TV to another channel when Jungkook walked in, finally. His work duffel hung over his shoulder, a suitcase clutched in his hand as he kicked off his shoes.
“Baby!” He raised his voice to call, voice dropping abruptly when he saw you in the living room. “Baby!” His voice turned happier.
You smiled widely, holding your hands out like a child as he dropped his stuff, quickly engulfing you in a hug. “God, I missed you so much.” He took a deep breath of your hair.
“I missed you too, so much, you don’t even know the half of it.” He took another breath before pulling away, looking around your home.
“What did I miss? Dinner?”
“Nope, just making some salad and there’s food in the microwave but I just got in about an hour ago.”
“Then I’m sure you don’t mind eating a bit later.”
Jungkook cradled your face to look at you intensely, smirking when you gave him a coy smile.
His kiss burned away all thoughts you had prior, his lips speaking tales against yours of separation, of reuniting, of fond familiarity. It was barely sensual, barely leading into the true line of action he wanted but this was him, against you and you couldn’t muster coherence for many moments until he parted from you.
When he pushed you back onto the couch, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging off of his arms now, you arched up into his touch, the both of you unconsciously chasing away any worries that might have in turn pecked away at you. He didn’t spend much time entering you, promising a longer and more thorough time later, but he had to have you then.
It was just you and him now, together, and you could deign to put aside your venomous thoughts for another time.
Jungkook ran his hand over the length of your leg, having just finished with the ‘longer and more thorough session’ and leaving you catching your breath.
“I told you, I could do it. All tonight,” He whispered against your knee, the throw blanket of the couch covering him from waist down while your hot, flushed self cooled down.
“Yeah, no kidding.” You raised yourself up on your elbows, staring down at your boyfriend, still engrossed in after play at your knee. “So, are you here for a while?” You asked.
How long are you back for this time? You really were asking. How long did you have before he would leave again?
He looked up at you too, squinting at the TV. “Eh, I’m not really sure. Managers keep saying a good few weeks with the Albums all done and gone for editing and reworking.”
You smiled. “That sounds amazing, Kook. I’m so happy for you.”
“Yeah…” He trailed off, eyes still on the television. You sensed a but that never came and hiked your leg up to gently prod his jaw with your knee.
“What’s wrong?”
He looked at you. “Euphoria was ranking number one on all the lists just a couple weeks ago. Namjoon hyung said that streams have slowed this week.” His eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw jutted out in that defiant manner when he couldn’t figure something out despite trying very hard.
You inaudibly gulped, taken back to your conversation with Yoongi and Hoseok. Jungkook was staring at you but it was obvious his mind wasn’t on you anymore.
You laid back to stare at the ceiling fan, slowly churning the air that had now lost the sheen of his return.
You didn’t say anything.
You continued to say nothing about his work even days after Jungkook’s return. As much as he loved being back home after grueling tours, with you in his arms, he was too fond of his work to take a proper break. You attributed half of it to boredom and half of it to the fact that there was really nothing for him to do when you were at work. ‘I can’t just sit at home playing games for all the days I’m back,’ he’d tell you.
So you went off to work and Jungkook would wake up and swing by his work at his leisure, helping in studio work, practice choreographies, think up new moves or song and music ideas. At your office, you swirled your chair again, taking a break from typing, filing and sorting organizers.
God, you really needed an assistant.
Staring out the window, you thought back to the day of Taehyung’s meeting with you. You hadn’t had a chance to meet up with either him or Jimin since the three days your boyfriend had been back, busy with paying attention to him. But well, once your work piled up, it could be a bitch to get a grasp on it again and the contract you would be working was in no way something you could afford to lose control of.
You glanced over at the open magazine website on your laptop, rumors of said boyfriend having ‘sparking connections’ with the female technician he was working with for Euphoria.
“This is just a rumor, but BH isn’t thinking of squashing it at the moment.”
Jungkook’s arm was around your shoulder, your head frozen on him. He’d just mentioned the dating rumor so casually, you couldn’t help but feel your previous resentment raising its ugly head.
While Jungkook appeared to have completely forgotten about the ‘open relationship’ thing, there was not a moment when you weren’t thinking of your new status with the man you hoped to marry someday.
How was he so fucking casual about this?
“Why are you telling me this now?” You chose to say instead.
“Well, I guess I wanted you to be the first to know? I messed up with the ‘I’m single’ interview and forgot to tell you, but I don’t want this to upset you even more.”
Upset? You weren’t upset. You were hurt, yeah, your chest had caved in the first days he’d done this but well, did you really have anything to blame him for that wasn’t your fault? You were the one who hadn’t agreed simply to the break up.
“Oh, ok.” You chose to say.
Jungkook returned his attention to the cartoon movie on the TV, your mind now far away. You supposed it was a good strategy, this rumor.
Jungkook had announced that he was single, yet Euphoria was about love. He had gone ranting about destroying himself for love on that television show. The idea that he indeed had eyes on someone would help spike the numbers for Euphoria, you thought.
Fans were predictable that way, once they had their own ideas, they would consume media with the sole purpose of finding confirmation. Even if it was just a projection, they would not be that self-aware to realize they were being manipulated.
A very smart strategy, you were impressed - but Namjoon hadn’t ever even mentioned this to you, and he ran all his ideas by you.
What changed?
You glanced absently at your boyfriend, his eyes crinkled in a smile at the TV. He probably hadn’t even considered that.
You sighed, mentally switching out of break mode. Turning your chair back to your desk, you looked down at the heavy contract draft that both you and your lawyers had gone over. It was the final draft, one that you needed to sign.
Taehyung hadn’t been joking when he’d said it was…vast. It had taken approximately four days to finalize it.
And the collaboration would be announced at the Year’s End Awards ceremony.
You prickled with anticipation, with excitement, with nervousness and opened your drawer to pick out one of your ‘good’ pens to begin signing.
Genre: Arranged Marriage AU! Pride & Prejudice AU! Angst, Smut, Fluff
Rating: Mature
Playlist - moplush - We In The Dark (ft. svtxri & subvanity)
Chapters: 01
Heavy sets of metal weights clanged behind you, your hands undoing the protective wraps from around your knuckles and grabbing your water bottle as Jisoo came to join you, her pretty face red and panting.
“How long has it been? I feel like I haven’t trained since…”
“My wedding,” You guzzled water sloppily, leaving your best friend to shrug at your words.
“That’s only been like…a few weeks? I should not be this useless. How did your set go?”
You removed the sipper from your mouth, thinking back to the reps you’d tried to do today. It had been simple; cardio, core and basic weights to get the juices flowing back again. You’d sweated through the inclined run before a trainer had gently but firmly told you to tone it down.
You could feel it in your thighs now, but…
“It was ok. Not horrible, could be better…you know how it is.”
She clicked her tongue at you.
“Are you going to swing by my place? My parents have kinda been bugging me about seeing us together.”
You hummed, both of you swinging your gym bags up on your shoulders to exit the sleek glass and metal walls.
Going to see Jisoo’s family was a tempting offer - definitely a sight more tempting than visiting your own folks.
Jisoo’s parents were laid back, down to earth and cheerful people who you would’ve dearly loved to exchange your own…ok, your mom, for. You were pretty sure you might have drunkenly begged Jisoo to adopt you once in college.
There were no strict expectations, no restrictions, no pressure to stay amid the high society, literally…none of the tight leash atmosphere you had grown up in.
Jisoo had been free to pick her major, her career, her boyfriends were met with open wariness instead of suspicion and hostility and best of all; Jisoo’s marriage was her own business.
And despite the maneuvers of your mother to find you a groom as soon as Yongsun was settled, you were proud to say that Jisoo married her long term boyfriend first. You had two different points of view on marriage now as you dealt with your relationship drama.
And though you loved your sister and brother-in-law, you’d pick Jisoo’s experience.
Of course, all of that fell flat on its face of course, because your wedding and subsequent marriage was way out of the leagues of Yongsun and Jisoo. You had deliberately and knowingly picked your marriage, and well…you were going to lie on that bed for all to see now.
So much for role models.
“I don’t think I’ll come by today, Soo. I’m not up for putting on the act at the moment.” You said, raising your water bottle for another swig.
To her credit, Jisoo nodded in understanding. “I feel you. How has it been? We haven’t gotten a chance to properly talk over the phone.”
You snapped the sipper into the bottle cap, considering your answer carefully. The few days after your wedding and into your marriage were in no way easy to condense in an answer. You would either worry your best friend, or send her into an overdrive. And you had no energy to deal with either.
“It’s fine, I guess.” You mumbled, before turning to her. “What about you? I haven’t heard anything about you.”
Jisoo shot you a look, but conceded to telling you about her husband, Taeyang regardless as you walked to your respective cars.
Just as you got into your new Audi, a wedding gift from your new husband, Jisoo leaned in through the window. “You know that’s not always going to work, right?”
You stashed your things into the passenger seat, giving her a confused look. “What’s not going to work?”
“The evasiveness; Taeyang isn’t always going to have something new worth talking about.” She rolled her eyes but you spied a touch of resigned fondness in them.
“I’m not being evasive.” You leaned against the steering and started the car. “I just really have nothing to report. Nothing from my parents, Yongsun or even…” You didn’t say Namjoon’s name. It still felt odd to refer to him by his name and not just Mr. Kim.
“Right,” Jisoo patted the top of the car. “Get home then, we still have classes to look forward to. Nice car, by the way.” She blew you a kiss before walking away to her own car.
You waited for her to pull out of the parking first, the car idling until you followed.
The Audi swept out of the gym elegantly, your fingers nervously tight on the wheel. You wouldn’t say you were uncomfortable with the idea of the fancy car (you were a little surprised by the gift) but you were definitely very aware of the attention it brought you now.
The car had been waiting in the parking lot of your new home the day you were to visit your parents, the raised eyebrows of your mother and her smug sudden calls to the neighbors unmissed by you and your father.
You turned a street, sighing as you thought back to your wedding night.
You sat on the sofa a long while, just eyeing the door that had shut your brand new husband in. Just the thought of calling the man your husband was enough to race a shudder down your spine.
You were sure you would always retain some shock over his position in your life. Would he feel the same? He hadn’t even said anything to you through your wedding. And this interaction could hardly be called that.
You glanced at the blackened TV screen, deciding against turning it on. Clearing the coffee table, you ambled back to the master bedroom, the bed too big for you. You jumped on it regardless, starfishing yourself along the corners of the bed and staring at the ceiling.
Married, you are a married woman now. And not just any married woman…you were Mrs. Kim Namjoon now. You were married to one of the richest and most powerful men in the city, perhaps even the country. You were supposed to know the man, like even if not love. Yet, you hadn’t spoken to him even five times.
It made no sense.
You closed your eyes.
The parking valet nodded cheerfully when you entered the building, allowing you to exit the car with your gym bag and bottle before driving it down to the lot. You paused at the entry, looking up the imposing building.
The sleek limo stopped in front of the towering building. You glanced up from your phone, first at the concrete structure and then at your new husband. Kim Namjoon removed his own gaze from the digital diary he held to the building before reaching towards the talk button on his side.
“Just here’s fine, Sungjin. We’ll head in from here.”
You watched Namjoon pocket the device and step out of the limo. You waited a second before reaching for the door handle yourself, the driver - Sungjin already at your side. You gave him a smile for his help, following Namjoon into the place.
He stood at the concierge’s desk, already speaking to the man who nodded along before giving you a polite smile. “Welcome, Mrs. Kim, it’s a pleasure to have you here.”
He didn’t emphasize where ‘here’ exactly was supposed to be but you smiled back nonetheless.
Namjoon muttered something else to the man before walking over to you. “Right,” He said, one of the first words he’d spoken to you since your wedding. “You’ll want to go upstairs now. Get settled in. The concierge has your key to the elevator. He’ll explain how it works. I’ll see you later.” He began to turn around.
“You’re not coming with me?” You blurted out.
Even as Namjoon paused, looking back at you, you had mentally smacked yourself. What did it matter if he was going to come upstairs with you or not? You had no acquaintance with the man whatsoever. It was silly to rely on a near stranger for any support.
“No.” He said at length. “I have some work to do at the office. I missed some days due to the wedding preparations. I’ll see you later.” He tilted his head, missing your eyes and marched away through the open doors the doorman held ready.
You stared after him, wondering what role he had played in the wedding prep at all.
“Ma’am, shall we?”
You nodded absently at the concierge, following him to another hallway and riding the elevator up. At the top, he pressed the key in your hand. “I hope you have a pleasant day, Ma’am.”
The glass and steel doors opened to reveal gleaming white marble and dark walls. You took a step forward, hearing the elevator go back down, carrying the concierge back down as you stood there listlessly with a large key hanging from your hands.
“Good morning Mrs. Kim.” The voice made your head turn to the tall windows. A prim woman stood near the sitting area, her hands clasped to her front. Her neat skirt coat told you absolutely nothing about her but you definitely knew that this couldn’t possibly be Namjoon’s mother.
“Um, hello.” You said.
“I am Jung Ida; Mr. Kim’s housekeeper. He let me know that you will be arriving and that I was to welcome you, show you your new home and to help you become comfortable.” She didn’t smile, but there didn’t seem to be any hostility in her eyes. At the very least, they didn’t hold any confused judgment. If she wondered what Kim Namjoon saw in you, she hid it well.
“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t know there was going to be someone waiting for me. You don’t have to worry about getting me settled.”
Her lips twitched.
“It’s my pleasure, Mrs. Kim. Please, follow me and I will show you the penthouse.”
Ms. Jung talked as she showed you around. The living room, dining, kitchen were huge and modern, with gleaming amenities. There was an emergency staircase leading downstairs incase of a fire and a huge spiral led up to the second floor.
“This door here leads to Mr. Kim’s study. It also leads to the bar but you can access it from the staircase room.” She said, showing you a set of double doors near the dining room. You tried not to stare at the fact that Namjoon’s ‘study’ took up almost half of the place.
“And on this side,” Ms. Jung led you over to the other half. “The staff quarters are here. Well, it’s just my room when Mr. Kim needs me to stay overnight. The night staff usually leaves around midnight. The day staff arrives by seven in the morning or whenever they are called. In the mornings, I arrive by ten.”
She turned down a short hallway and stopped before another set of doors.
“This is your study, ma’am.” She slid the panel doors to reveal a much brighter room than Namjoon’s ‘side’. The walls were lined with multiple shelves, soft rugs lay on the floor and there was a verandah attached just like his.
“I - I, isn’t this a bit too much?” You whispered nervously while Ms. Jung walked in.
“Mr. Kim mentioned that you are still studying. This is his way of ensuring you have full privacy and your own space.” She replied, indicating a door behind the desk. “This is your powder room.”
If you thought the first floor was sprawling, the second floor was even more so. Decked with a gym and gaming room, something that closely looked like a spa and an indoor pool, the upper level was mostly bedrooms.
It was still hard to wrap your head around the fact that your new home resembled something out of a magazine. But it had been remarkably easy to settle in and start calling the penthouse ‘home.’ Though the key to your small flat still remained on your keyset, it was becoming more and more a memory.
You had first and foremost tried to become friends with each and every staff member who crossed the threshold of the elevator, Ida doing her best to act as a support system for you.
You weren’t altogether without solidarity.
The thought braced you as you drew yourself to the present, heading upstairs.
A shower later, you rubbed a towel into your scalp, heading towards the laundry room to dry it when you caught Namjoon’s bedroom doors open. You stopped immediately, hearing movement inside. Would it be okay to go in? Sure, you’d gone into the Master Bedroom - occupied by Namjoon obviously - alone many times. You had had nothing better to do but roam about the vast space and you had become curious.
You wondered if Namjoon had any idea that you’d openly pranced about his room, gaped at the sheer size of the master closet and sniffed at his collection of cologne.
You weren’t sure if you would be very welcoming of the idea of him doing the same to you but then, he was never home when you weren’t there.
You glanced back to the room beside his, the one you slept in, considering letting him leave before you reappeared. You looked back at his open door, then at yours before tossing caution to the wind and knocking on the door.
“Uh, Namjoon?” You winced at how odd his name sounded coming from you.
There was a pause before he replied, his deep voice cool and much more composed than you felt at that moment.
“In here.”
You wrung the towel in your hands, before tossing it into your room. You could dry it later. Taking a breath, you entered the room and then the closet - with him inside of it.
Namjoon stood in front of his mirror, shirt and trousers on. His hands were busy working a tie around his neck, measuring the lengths.
“Hi,” You said nervously, standing in the doorway of the closet, not sure if you wanted to broach the space he occupied.
“Good morning,” He glanced at you, taking in your wet hair. “Back from the gym, I see. How was it?”
You didn’t answer immediately, watching him put some dress socks on. You had no idea why you found him dressing for work so fascinating. You could chalk it up to having never seen the process before but there was something so engrossing about watching him walk around and pick up things he’d wear the whole day.
“It went well.” You answered finally, absently but it already seemed like Namjoon had moved on from the topic.
You picked up the suit jacket that he had put out while he tied his shoes, hesitantly moving over to him when he stood up. He looked from the jacket to you, an eyebrow flicking upwards. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything, quietly turning around for you.
You opened the jacket, sliding it over his arms, one by one and then brushing the shoulders - ignoring that you were touching your husband’s shoulders indirectly.
Neither of you commented on it as he turned around again.
“I’m not as fit as I used to be, you could say.” You said, reaching up to his tie. You pull the halves till they lay perfectly aligned with Namjoon’s adams apple. You loosened the top a little, buttoning the top button of his shirt to hide the triangle of skin there. “My trainer had to actually tell me to lighten up on the load I was doing. Even Soo - Jisoo - was struggling. But I think, once I start going to the university properly again, I can get a better routine.”
You looked up at him, his eyes hovering somewhere over your shoulder. “How’s work for you?”
Namjoon glanced back at you, his eyes mildly suspicious. “It is fine. How are your studies?”
“It is fine.” You returned.
Your husband nodded, moving away from you to exit the closet. You followed him down to the Main floor. Ida already stood by the elevator, his work bag and coat in her hands.
“Aren’t you going to eat breakfast?” You asked, already knowing the answer but asking nonetheless. You had no idea where the urge to interact with him had suddenly come from but you couldn’t seem to stop it.
Ida and Namjoon both looked back at you in surprise but he was quick to neutralize his face.
“I’ll get something at work.” He looked away quickly, throwing his coat over his arm as the elevator opened.
You sighed about to walk back up the stairs when you saw him stop the elevator doors from closing fully.
“You must be tired from the workout. Ida, please see to it that Y/N has a filling breakfast.”
“Of course, Mr. Kim.”
“Thank you.”
Namjoon didn’t wait for you to respond, removing his hand and letting the elevator engulf him to be taken to work.
You tapped your pen against the edge of your lip, eyes fixed outside the balcony doors. The bustle of the city didn’t reach you at this height and sometimes you felt that it got too quiet. You could hear the staff moving about outside, clangs in the kitchen and the whirr of cleaning going on in the rest of the house but it just wasn’t the same.
Sometimes you just enjoy the feeling of distraction from the traffic and people outside. Or maybe you were just bored from the hours of study.
You had spent the breakfast hour cursing yourself for your weirdly needy behavior with Namjoon before. Ida had placed a plate of your favorite savories in front of you, patting your hand comfortingly before she retired to have her own breakfast. You sat alone at the kitchen island before deciding to hide in your study.
You had picked up your work and books, losing track of time for a good bit until you started to drift in your thoughts again - your studies no longer enticing enough.
You huffed, pushing your chair away from the desk and stretching your arms up above your head. The weird groan you let out from the movement echoed around you and you slumped back, wondering what to do.
The clock told you that it was almost time for lunch and you could really not sit here for that as well.
You need to move. To breathe in some city air.
Plucking your phone from the charging docket, you called your sister.
Yongsun was already at your usual seat when you entered. She beamed at you from where she sat by the window, waving her arm up to greet you.
“Hey!” You grinned, about to lean over for a hug when you noticed that the chair to her front was already occupied.
Annoyance flared up at once when Jinhyo smiled up at you, the picture of sugared innocence. God, what did you have to do to get a peaceful afternoon with your sister? But then, Jinhyo was your sister’s in-law and you supposed, she had no choice.
“Jinhyo,” You greeted her lightly, taking the empty seat next to Yongsun.
“It is so amazing to see you again, Y/N. How is married life suiting you? Your parents must be so happy to see their daughters hitched to such eligible bachelors.”
Your eye twitched immediately.
“You’re right. We did marry some amazing men. But we shouldn’t lower our own worth either, you know. Your brother is very lucky to have married my sister, after all, as he says himself. I’m sure you’ll find someone who matches your own worth.” You said.
Jinhyo frowned at you, unable to detect sarcasm in your tone and yet not completely comfortable with your words. “Well yes, I hope it will be soon.” She shrugged before flipping the menu open.
Under the table, as she always had, Yongsun’s hand found yours, giving it a squeeze of constant support. You glanced at her, still irritated but relenting in the face of her big, pleading eyes. You could never stay mad at her.
Once the food had been delivered, the three of you awkwardly digging and sharing the dishes, Jinhyo began to reveal exactly why she had tagged along with Yongsun.
Gossip. About Namjoon.
You looked at her sharply when she brought up your husband and the newness of your marriage, going off on a rhetorical tangent about how she had never imagined him marrying someone he didn’t even know.
You stabbed at the meat with your fork.
She wasn’t exactly wrong, a more rational part of your brain told you. Namjoon was a rich businessman who was busy and hardly ever there. It would’ve made sense that he go for someone he knew would be able to match that lifestyle. Maybe Jinhyo had been hoping it would be her. But Namjoon had chosen you, he’d married you.
And no matter how distant the two of you were, you weren’t altogether ok with Jinhyo thinking it was her place to comment on your relationship with your husband.
“Would you look at that, I can’t believe I lost track of time.”
Jinhyo stuttered to a stop.
“Is Namjoon waiting for you or something?” Yongsun asked.
You began to shove the last bites of your food into your mouth, deciding a little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone. “Yes, I thought we could go out tonight. I’m really excited and I don’t want to keep him waiting.”
That made Jinhyo scowl at her plate.
“Oh that is so nice to hear!” Your poor sister said and for that, just that, the lie was worth it. “Give him our best! Have fun tonight!”
“Yeah,” the other woman said, “I hope it doesn’t turn out bad.”
“Jinhyo! Don’t jinx it!” Yongsun snapped.
“Oh, I doubt tonight will be jinxed.” You laughed - because there was no ‘tonight’ happening. “I’ll see you ladies later.”
You swung your bag up on your shoulders, rushing out towards the door.
“Y/N!”
You looked back at Yongsun catching up with you.
“I hope you’re not mad at me. Jinhyo was near me when you called and I made the mistake of putting the call on speaker. She wanted to come and I couldn’t refuse.”
“Hey,” You put your hands on her shoulders. “I’m not mad at you. I wanna yank her hair, yeah, but I’m not mad at you. I promise. I should really go now though.”
Yongsun studied you for a second before smiling again. “Have fun,” she hugged you tightly. “I’m glad you’re not so far from Namjoon.”
Your smile faded but you held tightly onto her.
The moment the elevator doors closed behind you, encasing you in a surprising feeling of ‘home,’ you heaved a sigh of relief. You had wanted to feel the city, enjoy the company of your sister but you had had to deal with Jin’s obnoxious sister. Now, the very place you had been trying to escape was making you feel restful. It was a conundrum you weren’t prepared for.
You kicked off your shoes and hung up your coat, fetching a drink from the kitchen to sit in front of the tall windows. The evening dark had flooded the penthouse, twinkling city lights like candles outside but you decided against switching on the lights.
You thought back to the morning, the absent way you had helped Namjoon finish dressing, correcting his tie and then asking if he was going to go to work hungry. That hadn’t been strange, had it?
Your idea of marriage was of partnership, companionship, ones that cared for one another. You had had notions of love as well, something to contest the fond indifference you had witnessed in your parents.
You wouldn’t say that your parents didn’t love each other, but it wasn’t the kind that you had wanted and you were once so determined to find that passion that you hadn’t thought once with your brain.
Well, things have changed now.
You and Namjoon had married for separate, private and mostly selfish reasons. But that didn’t mean that you had to remain wholly so for the duration of the relationship. You wondered if Namjoon was prepared to be the absent, distant cold man throughout the alliance.
He didn’t seem to have any leanings towards ending it abruptly, he would have told you, you were sure.
No, this marriage wasn’t a sham for him, but neither of you were attempting to make it anything more either.
You could at least try to be his friend. He probably didn’t want a lover in you, but he still came home to this house, to you. And for that, you were willing to be his friend, to try.
“Ma’am?”
You turned to see one of the helpers, a girl named Asha peering curiously at you from the light in the kitchen.
“Hey,” You sat up.
“Why are you sitting in the dark?” She didn’t wait for an answer, reaching for the remote switch they had to turn on the lights. You squinted in the sudden brightness before she considerately dimmed them.
“I came home some time ago, just wanted to watch the view.” You stood up.
Asha bowed her head. “We were about to start dinner, ma’am. Would you care for something special or do we proceed with the decided menu?”
You opened your mouth to tell her to carry on before an opportunity came at you. This was your chance, right? You had already made some attempt at reaching him today, you couldn’t let the trail go cold.
“Actually Asha - I had a favor to ask you all.”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Go home.”
You carefully placed the hot dishes onto the dining table, walking around to make sure they looked ok. Plates of Kimchi, rice, jjigae and meat steamed, sending aromatic strands floating around the place. It was a simple meal, nothing elaborate but it was tasty and you had frantically tasted and seasoned to get it just right.
You had gone as far as to ask Namjoon’s driver, Sungjin, to let you know when they left for home so you could time it right.
And just as Sungjin had notified you - Namjoon exited the elevator. You caught his carefully parted hair from the kitchen, walking out to see him loosen his tie and pull off his own shoes.
“Ida?” He called to the dark room.
“Hey,” You smiled nervously, holding out your hand for his bag and coat.
Namjoon started a little, turning to you. He didn’t give you his things. “Where is everyone? Why is it so dark here?”
You quickly pulled out the switch remote, turning the lights on as Asha had done. Just as you had done, Namjoon squinted at you.
“Sorry, I was in the kitchen so I didn’t need all the lights on. I sent everyone home.” You held out your hand again. Namjoon still didn’t give you his things.
“You sent everyone home?”
There was a touch of imperiousness in his tone and for a second you were worried he’d ask who gave you the right to. However, his expression cleared up quickly and he only looked confused. “Why?”
“Well,” You dropped your hand. “I thought I’d make dinner tonight. And we could eat together.” You tried to make it sound like a statement - assertive and confident - and not a question.
Namjoon blinked at you, uncomprehending.
It was silent for a long moment before you sighed. “I just thought that - it’d be something to do. Just us.” You hoped he wouldn’t ask you why.
Thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, slowly, he handed you the bag, undoing his coat to hang it up. “Okay.”
He moved past you into the dining room, where the scent of food lingered, leaving you stunned and holding the bag like an idiot.
You dropped off his bag on the seating of the bar, rushing back to see Namjoon sitting at the dinner table, looking at the plates of food.
“You made all of this yourself.” It wasn’t a question and you could just barely detect an emotion in his voice that you weren’t able to discern.
“Yeah,” You placed a dish in front of you, pushing the cutlery tray near him. “Any preference?”
“I’ll just take the rice and meat stew.” He served himself, leaving you to fetch utensils for yourself. To your surprise, the food tasted much better than before as you tucked in. You chalked it up to being hungry from having a stressful day.
You looked up at Namjoon, wondering if he was going to comment on the taste. You knew he was capable of compliments, he had loads of them for his staff. Of course, they were much more accomplished than you and had been doing it for a long time but hey, you weren't exactly bad and the food did taste amazing.
Yeah, he didn’t say anything, quietly using a spoon to shovel rice mixed with stew into his mouth and chewing and swallowing. All in one pace, as if he couldn’t wait to get away from here. From you.
“How was work?” You ventured.
Namjoon stopped chewing. For a second he continued to look down at his spoon before reaching for his water.
“It was ok. Just like everyday.” It almost felt like he was trying to deter you from asking him that question again.
You looked out of the back window then, discouraged and cursed yourself for even thinking that your efforts would be enough for the arrogant man you married. It took you back to the day that you saw him for the very first time.
The cold look in his eyes, the just barely turned up nose and the purse of his lips had been a constant accessory for him that day and he had only politely spoken to the handful of people he had deemed worthy to speak to. All of them had been people like him and Seokjin, you noticed now.
You supposed you should be thanking him for not bringing that stupid attitude to your own wedding. You imagined coming to the altar and seeing that same face. You would’ve turned right about and walked out - he could marry Jinhyo with that face and she could enjoy being ignored for the rest of her life. You snorted internally.
“Y/N.” You blinked out of your petty scenario, looking at Namjoon. His food was gone, eyes fixed to where you’d been smiling goofily to yourself. You quickly schooled your features.
“I’m going to go to bed now.” He said.
You nodded in acknowledgement.
Namjoon glanced down at your mouth again before shaking his head. He stood up, “You need help clearing up?”
“No, I got it.”
He didn’t insist on staying, simply moving to the other doorway to go to his office. “Thank you for dinner.” He said softly and you almost flinched, looking towards him but he’d already shut the door to his office.
Your chewing slowed, pondering his tone. He hadn’t sounded sarcastic. In fact, he had actually sounded quite sincere.
You looked back at his empty plate, wiped clean of the very last trace of stew. You wondered if that was a compliment in and of itself.
It wasn’t until later at night in bed, as you stared up at the ceiling that you realized that he had actually called you by your name to garner your attention.
Summary: A private bid. A Christmas party. And an irresistible but infuriating man...
Content Advisory - Rivals to lovers, auction house! setting, rich people lifestyle, private bidding on unnecessary but beautiful historic artifacts, non explicit smut
A/N: I know I know! I promised another smut soon! but this is a present for my gorgeous and sadly a bit neglected @sugarwithtea (HI BUBBLEGUM TIS I SNOWDROP AND I AM VERY SORRY FOR BEING A LESS THAN PERFECT SECRET SANTA!) I hope you had a fantastic holiday and that you can bring yourself to forgive me for bailing but life got in the way! Your present is a little less smutty for now because I wasn’t sure how ok you’ll be reading that from a stranger on the get go! I still hope you like it tho! and if you want a long drawn version of this just lemme know! Love you bubblegum!
The conference room was quiet - empty when you were led into it. The ever respectful Manager bowed low when you walked past him to deposit your things on the table, turning to look at him.
“You said you had news.” You said, removing your gloves.
“I do, ma’am. Please get comfortable, I will have some refreshments sent; what would you care to have?”
“Water would be nice, thank you.” You moved to the far end of the room, looking out the window at the thick snowfall. With another bow, the Manager left you in there with your thoughts. Most of them being why on earth were you invited when you could just have been reached at your work or residence.
You pulled your coat tighter against your sides, a sigh fogging the window pane when the door swung open again. A younger man stood with a tray holding…two glasses of water and as he entered, placing the tray on the table; the Manager reappeared with another figure following him.
You inhaled sharply, posture stiffening. The sound caught the other person’s attention, the man’s head jerking towards where you stood before looking at the Manager askance.
“What is the meaning of this?” He asked.
“Forgive me for all the fuss, Sir - Madam. You see, the item the both of you privately bid on is well - tied between the two of you - again.”
“That makes no sense. It was a private bid.” You circled the table to get closer to the men.
“Hence the privacy.” The Manager motioned towards the conference room. “The two of you are our most respected and most keen clients. We rely on your patronage and would like for things to be polite and sorted calmly. So we leave it up to you to mitigate the rights to the purchase.”
“Preposterous; you can’t expect a customer to give up a buy to another. What do you think we do with our money, flush it down the drain?”
“Is that the purpose of the toilet you got just last year?” You asked quietly, trying to be rhetorical. Only, you were heard.
“It was a chamber pot, one that was used by royalty - unlike you with that roll of toilet paper you got -”
“It was a hand painted scroll from the 15th century you assho-”
“Please calm yourselves!” The Manager spoke up, a clap resounding in the domed room. He delved into his jacket pocket and fetched an enameled box, possibly holding the pin you had bid on. He placed it at the center of the table, going to the door.
“We have about three hours before the next auction. The room is yours till then. Please try not to break anything.” He shut the door on the two of you without another look back.
The two of you stared at the closed doors before glancing at one another. You didn’t speak again, migrating to the two opposing chairs at the ends of the conference table and sitting down, eyes fixed on the enamel box.
Gorgeous, clever and twice as rich as you, Min Yoongi was perhaps the only person you would claim as a rival. In matters of collecting antiquities only, of course. You and Yoongi belonged to very different circles in life to be considered even acquaintances.
For one, he came from old money - old money. He had an estate measuring in several acres that had been in his family for ages and he grew steadily richer with each passing year due to his intelligent investments.
You were new money. You had worked your own way up the investment hierarchy and your existence in the elite circle only caused news because you were a woman who had hit it big without a ‘daddy.’
It was perhaps pretty clear to everyone that the awkward way you mingled in the country club parties and yacht meets meant that you weren’t born to this life. But you had earned it. So you were there. As was Min Yoongi. While you relished the fact that he had had a ‘daddy’ in his life, you hated the fact that he was smart enough to earn his keep as well.
And that was probably what kept you two at each other’s throats about ownership.
He felt you didn’t have the merit of owning these relics. You felt that he didn’t have the taste.
The first time you’d met had been an office party for young and upcoming new ‘talents’ in the market. In your freshly laundered black pants and white top, you’d feel reassured of your place when you were introduced to the Mogul’s prodigy, Min Yoongi. You had held out your hand to be shaken but Yoongi only grasped it lightly, almost as if repulsed by the touch of you. You’d snatched your hand back from the lukewarm greeting, grimacing when Yoongi spent the rest of his time ignoring you.
There was a small part in you that whispered that Min was probably just shy or wasn’t in the mood to be meeting people. That didn’t stop you from swiping up the antique hourglass that was the auction piece for the charity part of the event. Paying in the leagues of thousands and thousands, not only did you make sure the money went where it was supposed to - with cuts to specific people, of course - you also made a big show of simpering at the fact that Min Yoongi had his eye on the thing and had failed to win from you.
That must have bothered him because the next time you were at a charity gala, your mind made up to get a nice hand carved chair for your vanity, Min Yoongi was there too - simple but beautiful in a classic suit and bidding aggressively on the same piece.
You credited your defeat to him to shock mostly - because you hadn’t expected him to be there, and hadn’t thought he would care about a chair of all things.
You’d clinked your nails against the champagne flute, meeting Min’s eyes as he signed the check, his face emotionless but eyes deep and dark.
Touche, Mr. Min.
The last time you’d faced him in another auction had been a loss too, but then you hadn’t been as interested in a pocket watch as you’d been in simply showing up at an event Min had planned.
You took great pride in him choking on his whiskey when he caught you, your sheath dress fluttering against your legs as you bid him hello. He’d bid on his own damn watch out of sheer ego and you’d enjoyed the sight of him looking nervous as he paid the bid, returning the watch back to himself because he was afraid you’d win.
As ever, you found greater pleasure in ruffling the man’s feathers than you did in hoarding up treasures.
This though…
The pin was a wonder of silver, diamond and quartz. As ethereal as it was light, you wanted that pin and you were going to have it - you’d known it since you saw the listing in the online auction brochure.
But it seemed…so had Min Yoongi.
You glanced up at the man once, studying his posture. Min had carefully brushed his dark hair back, now long enough to kiss his nape. His glasses lay midway on the bridge of his nose and he had unbuttoned the black suit jacket of his. His shirt underneath was black silk and you could only wonder how heavenly the fabric would feel in your hands. His legs were crossed, one hand on his knee. A heavy signet ring, embossed with a heraldic ‘M’ adorned the finger mindlessly tapping a rhythm against the bone.
You watched him watch the snow for a while, before his eyes flicked to you.
You looked away quickly, clearing your throat to dismiss the unhealthy arousal Min Yoongi flamed in you.
Yes, as much as you considered him to be somewhat of a rival to your position and standing, you also wholeheartedly admitted that he was one very attractive person. And while it wasn’t necessary that every attractive person had to turn your stomach in waves at their proximity, sadly Yoongi was one of those people.
You were noble enough to admit your attraction to him. You were also smart enough to avoid those feelings.
“Do you really want the pin?”
You looked up from your phone at the man. 45 minutes had passed since the door had closed the two of you inside and as none of you had decided to break the silence first, you’d set up a little work station. Unlike Yoongi, you had to be on top of your own businesses.
But it seemed that Yoongi had finally decided to cut to the chase. His own phone was out and while it was perfectly likely that he was working as well, you refused to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“Do you?” You shot back.
Yoongi snorted. “I don’t waste effort on things I don’t want, Y/N.”
You licked your lips at the possible double meaning of his words, looking down at your emails again. “Well, neither do I.” You mumbled, sighing. “It’s a pin and I mean to wear it, why are you interested?”
Min shrugged. “I was hoping to give it to someone.”
Oxygen escapes your lungs in a huff. Your eyes rushed to meet his face while you internally scoffed at yourself. Of course, he must have someone. He was rich, beautiful, and intelligent. It wouldn’t be ridiculous that someone would want him.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you were attached.”
“I’m not.”
Your gaze sharpened and your previous doubts of his character bubbled to the surface again. “Of course,” You clipped back at him.
It was at your tone that Yoongi let the phone clatter to the desk as he crossed his arms. “Why do you dislike me so, Miss ___?”
“I don’t dislike you.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
“I could ask you the same question.” You stood up from your workstation, moving to stand midway from your seat and his. “The first day you met me, you shook my hand as if I was giving you a snake. You didn’t even properly look at me and you’ve been dickish ever since. I get it! I get that I'm not from your country club or a yachting member that was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. You don’t have to be such a snob about it. Also all that crap about not wasting effort on things you don’t want? I don’t believe you. I saw the whole fiasco with the pocket watch.”
Yoongi stayed leaning back in his chair, arms crossed while he waited for your pent up tirade to ease.
“You’ve been keeping all that in for a long time.” He smirked, getting to his feet as well, meeting you in the middle.
“I was having a bad day the time I met you. I was sick of people and all I wanted was to be with my mother while she was sick. However, being who I am, I am expected to show up. I realized very soon that I rubbed you off the wrong way and I regret it. I agree that I can come off as ‘dickish’ a lot of times but please know, I wasn’t actively trying to be that way with you. Also, I am not snobbish about your origins. If anything, I respect the fact that you work so hard. It’s rare to find that in my country club or yacht members. I like you because of the fact that you never had a silver spoon in your mouth. And of course I wanted the pocket watch back, it was my mother’s.”
He leaned his hand on the table, light catching his ring.
“You like me?” You asked, suspicious. “You respect me?”
“Of course, I quite enjoy watching your way about the market. It’s refreshing.” He smiled fully now, sincerely.
“Oh,” You loosened your arms, awkwardly looking out the window. “Listen, if you want the pin you can have it. I mean, it’s nice that you’re going to give it to someone. Your mother?”
His smile turned sad. “No, my mother passed away some months back. I kept it out of the news.”
“Oh.” The final nail had been hammered. You couldn’t take away your sinking feeling of guilt at having misjudged him. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. So, were you serious? I can have the pin?”
You looked over at the enamel box wistfully. But you supposed you could give it over…waving the white flag as it were…
“Sure.”
“Fantastic,” He swiped the box from the table, stepping away from you. You watched him collect his things, a little empty on the inside. At the door, he turned back to give you a smile. “I’ll let the Manager know of our agreement. Also, ___, I have a Christmas party next week at my mansion. I would love for you to be there; I’ll have all the information sent over to your secretary.”
And then he was gone.
Min Yoongi kept his word.
The next weekend, you entered his mansion in a sleek, silk white gown. The dress fitted you closely, reminding you of the silk shirt you had seen Yoongi wear the last time you had been in the same room with him.
“Miss ___, welcome, may I take your things?”
You smiled at the woman greeting you, handing over your shawl and coat. Free from the heavy whatnot protecting you from the outside elements you stepped further into the warm home, a small amount of people already crawling about the marble floors.
Most of them were old men, some avuncular and others leery. You sighed, preparing to rub customary elbows with them, hoping that their wives would keep you better company. It was when you fetched some champagne to give you a boost when you felt his gaze.
You glanced up at the swirling grand staircase instinctively, catching the man’s eyes. In a stunning tuxedo, Yoongi sipped at the glass delicately, watching you closely. You gave him a small smile - a sign of you willing to behave yourself tonight and his own lips quirked around the edge of his flute.
Even as you watched, Yoongi placed his ringed hand on the banister, beginning to climb down to where you stood.
“Miss ___?”
You turned to see one of the kinder old men, smiling as he held his hand out.
“I’m Mr. Jung. I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself yet.”
You quickly reached out to shake the man’s hand, smiling. “Mr. Jung, I have heard of you, of course!”
He chuckled. “Well, yes, and I you…I wasn’t expecting you to be at the Min Estate.”
Your smile faltered.
“And why is that?”
“Well, it’s common knowledge the two of you are rather at odds.” The man raised his glass to take a sip before changing shades as he caught something over your head.
“___ and I are taking a little break from the rivalry, Mr. Jung.”
You felt him before you heard him, turning a little to give Yoongi a relieved smile. “Yeah, we’re trying to be friends.” You shrugged, playing along.
“Please, excuse us.”
Yoongi caught your elbow, leading you away from the party and into a long hallway below the staircase.
“Where are you taking me, Min?” You asked when he stopped at some double doors. He fished out a key to open them, pushing them in and letting you enter first.
“I have something for you.”
Yoongi flicked lights on, a chandelier and bracket torches lining the walls of the luxuriant study. “I took over my father’s study when I took over the business. I don’t like to come in here unless I’m looking for quiet.”
He went behind the desk while you moved to the windows, looking over the grounds.
“Thank you for inviting me to the party.” You said politely.
Yoongi hummed, studying you from his chair.
“So, why did you bring me here?”
“I told you; I have something for you.”
“Ah,” You clicked your fingernails against the glass you held, “What would that be?”
He smiled slightly. “Are you always this impatient?”
You smiled right back. “Are you always this cryptic?”
The smile widened as he stood up. “Only when I need to be.” Yoongi walked around the desk and held out a familiar enamel box. “Here, this is yours.”
I stared at the box holding the pin. “Yoongi…I thought you said you wanted to give this to someone.”
“True. It was you. I wanted to give it to you. So you can imagine my surprise and frustration when it was you who was the competing bidder. I can’t even surprise you with something in peace.”
You stared at him for so long he had to open the box himself, bringing out the length of quartz and pin it to your updo carefully. You reached up to touch the edge when he was done, the diamond cluster cold against your fingers. “What am I to understand from this? This is a very expensive apology.”
“I don’t expend effort on things I don’t want, Miss ___.” He smirked when your breath hitched at the reminder. “So you can consider it an apology. Or you can consider it a Christmas present. Or you can shut up and fuck me like I know you’ve been dying to. I certainly haven’t thought of anything but getting you out of that dress since I saw you walk in.”
Yoongi reached for your wrist with a bracing strength, pulling you into his body. You didn’t gasp, you didn’t even blink at his overture. You knew he was right, there was no way either you or he was walking out of this room without losing one or more articles of clothing.
You pushed Yoongi back till he was against his desk, hands shoving off his suit jacket. His suspenders went next, then his belt and your shoes.
In the end, Yoongi took you against the windows. Your dress lay forgotten on the floor of his study and only his shirt stayed on, balled into your desperate fists as he moved inside of you, lips too close and panting but never kissing.
Yoongi and you spent over an hour in his study, his mouth making intimately good friends with your body as he brought you pleasure twice more. You never kissed, your lipstick pristine even as you put your dress back on, covering the bruises from his passionate fucking in silk.
“We should do this more often.” Yoongi grinned, hair bedraggled from your hands and in no hurry to put it right.
You snorted. “I expected more from you than a paltry apology fuck, Min.” You slipped on your heels, feeling him behind you.
“Oh you’ll get more, ___. Maybe next time I can interest you in a kitchen fuck where I cook you dinner? Or maybe a yacht fuck, to an island getaway of your choice?”
“Tempting,” You wrapped an arm around his neck. “We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” You smiled mockingly at each other as you exited back to his alabaster ballroom, knowing that you were going to take him up on his offer soon enough.
Merry Christmas to you, my dear Tulips. During some things happening in my life my gift will be given to you later, but it will be coming! I'm not forgetting about my fav secret santa 👀
Do you celebrate Christmas on the 24th or 25th? Here in my country we celebrate on the 24th! I already got my present, a new laptop to write with and play Sims! Yeah!
I'm thinking about you, much, much love my dear🥰
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PEACHIE BABIEEE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU AND DONT YOU RUSH AT ALL! THE GIFT IS NOT AS IMPORTANT TO ME AS YOU BEING SANE AND HEARTY!! (tbvh mine might be a bit late too but eh I'll try)
The city does celebrate Christmas yes but it isn't a festival of origin here 🤣🤣🤣 hail the good tho yk 🥲🥲🥲 that is amazing about the laptop i hope it's goes a looooooooooooooonggggg way for you
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Hey there dear <3 It's BlackOrchid and I just finished your lovely drabble for Bed Bereft. Thank you so much for taking my request. I enjoyed every line of the story and cackled with glee when Y/N made Jin go through this little punishment. ^^ Very good work as always and a pick-me-up for me today. If I find another idea in the future and you're open for requests, I'll send one in again <3 Take care dear <3
No worries at all! I enjoyed writing the drabble and look forward to anything else you might have in store 💙💜
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