It’s a dream for many to be invited to a Seokjin house party. But if you’re honest, this is not your scene. For one, everyone’s so drunk. For two, whoever you came with has since slithered off to a discrete spot to eat face. The music only gets louder as you push through the disheveled partygoers, each more unfamiliar to you than the last. If any of these people are your classmates, then your ability to recognize them disappeared 16 song ago, along with their clothes.
You look around for your host to say goodbye when you catch a glimpse of Mr Worldwide Kisser himself downing shots with his teammates by the pool. Tae sends you a wink from above his drink when he catches you looking. Jimin’s hyping Hoseok as he readies to take a dare skinny dipping in the pool.
You whip around and run until the smell of musk and booze is replaced with grass and the night air. In your haste, you miss the last porch step and face plant into mud, earning haughty laughter from the preppy jerks behind you. It’s too late to call for a ride so you make your RBF and take the L. No really, L Street. (there’s no Uber in the 1960s, Bighead).
It’s past 3am and there’s not a soul in sight. The moon is full, lighting the way and casting eerie shadows along the sidewalk. A sudden roar of revving engines rips through the silent boulevard before you. The moonlight illuminates the forms of three motorcycles. It’s not safe to be out alone this late. Rumor has it, biker gangs cruise streets at night looking for fights and violating laws. You panic as they slow and one pulls up to you. Whatever thoughts are racing through your head fade as the biker’s face comes into view.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing out here so late?” Namjoon.
“Hey, I was just headed home. It’s been kinda...a bad night.” Honestly, you want nothing more than to run into his long arms and cry. Seeing him outside of math lessons like this pulls you back into reality. You remember who you are and who he is and the mud that clings to your pathetic clothes feels even heavier.
He takes a long pause, searching your eyes. Then he waves a gloved hand at Jungkook and Yoongi waiting on their bikes, “You guys go on, I’m taking Y/N home.”
You squirm onto the back seat, not sure what to do with your hands. Is this happening or did your face-plant earlier send you to heaven?
“I don’t think my helmet will fit your big head so hold on tight to me, okay?”
You never rode on a motorcycle and you never imagined you’d ride this one. The way you are sitting like this. On the leather seat, him between your legs, your knees tightly hugging his thighs. They could take you away in handcuffs. It’s illegal.
He skillfully takes you through the scenic roads. This is the longest way for sure. You hold him tight like he said, accidentally feeling up on his toned chest and stomach through the front of his open jacket.
You’re going fast, the wind making your hair dance like crazy. Your head’s resting on his upper back where you can finally register how good he smells. Of leather, whiskey, wood, and a hint of vanilla. Warm and deep.
You tilt your head back to see the night sky. In this moment, you feel complete peace.
“Hey, we’re here,” he nudges you gently and you unwrap yourself from his torso. You hop off the bike, a bit sore. “Thank you for bringing me home.”
He comes closer and fixes your messy hair. “What are we going to do with your big head, Y/N. Stay away from those parties, especially those jock types.” You wish you could erase the earlier part of the night and replace it with more time with Namjoon.
“You know, you forgot your textbook here last time.”
He quirks an eyebrow, “You’re giving it back? You must be doing well in maths now.”
Your smile dims. “I am actually. Thanks to you, I got my grades up and I’m being recommended for calculus next year.”
Two clowns standing on the driveway, looking at their feet. It’s bittersweet.
You return the book to his hands, lingering. “I really appreciate everything Namjoon. I also enjoyed riding on your motorcycle. That was cool.”
For the first time ever, you see Namjoon smile. And he has dimples?! It’s too much. He’s beaming and you think you might die now. “We should do it again sometime, after you get your sprinklers fixed maybe.”
“That would be nice, Namjoon. And I already did.”
You both laugh. His eyes closed and yours open, taking in this new approachable side of him.
“Not saying you need it Y/N, but, I also tutor calculus.”
↳ You’re just trying to get by and stay the course, but Jin has other plans in mind for you. Maybe going to that party on Saturday wasn’t such a great idea after all.
Pairing: Seokjin x Reader
Genre/Warnings: Fuckboy!Jin AU, Angst, Smut || Thigh riding, Oral (F & M receiving), Throat fucking, Big dick Jin cause ofc, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Dirty talk, Dom Jin, Slightly dom reader, Slight praise kink
Word Count: 11k+
➭ Ahahaha....I’m back! FINALLY this chapter is done and it pains me to say that there’s one final part after this, instead of the original 2 parts I was going for. :’) I’m so sorry this took so long, a lot of stuff came up these months and I only ever worked on this fic like once a month. But finally, FINALLY its done. Its past 3 am and I need to wake up in less than 3 hours, but its finally finished. :’)))) Anyway, enjoy this filthy, angsty chapter! And also thanks again to my lovely best friend Admin RD for helping me out with this. <333
“What do you think about this one?”
You ignore Yoongi’s obvious boredom as you hold up another Mario figurine to show him, wanting his opinion on whether it’d be a good gift to give to Seokjin. Despite Yoongi occasionally hanging out with Seokjin and the other guys from your job, he was the only one you saw outside of work. Both of your sense of dry humor had bonded the two of you before you became supervisor. In those days, Yoongi and you usually worked together in the slow night shift since neither of you liked waking up early.
The only flaw to your friendship was the fact that he was also friends with Seokjin. At any opportunity you would constantly ask him why he was even friends with someone like him. Granted, Yoongi wasn’t some model student either and would sometimes miss classes or turn up late, but he always handed in his homework and got good marks on quizzes. He actually worked hard for his diploma and now for his degree in music production. Along with the fact that he didn’t rely on his parents to pay for his tuition or rent; you both lived poor together at least.
“It looks the same as the last one. Honestly, y/n-noona, why are you suddenly so hung up on Jin-hyung?” At this, Yoongi finally looks at you with confusion and curiosity in his eyes, noticing your cheeks dusting with pink. “Just last week you were ranting about how you caught him making out with Jiae-ssi.”
You avert your eyes from his stare, choosing instead to glance at the different Mario figurines lined up against the wall of the Nintendo store you were in. It was Wednesday now and you hadn’t seen Seokjin at work since the incident on Monday that led to the weird deal he had proposed. Yesterday was his day off and today was yours, tomorrow and Friday you didn’t work the same shift; so that left Saturday. Both of you had that day off and the anticipation to see what he had planned for you was maddening.
Part of you hoped that something would happen and whatever that tension was inside the closet would continue. The other part of you wanted nothing to do with Seokjin the fuckboy. It’s as you always said; nothing good could ever come out of falling for someone like him.
So then why are you buying him a present?
You ignore that intrusive thought with a scowl as you let out a sigh, and turn to Yoongi once he nudges your arm impatiently, waiting for an answer you didn’t have. “Because I was raised to bring gifts when invited to a birthday party?”
The deadpan expression on the younger man’s face has you grimacing, knowing that pathetic excuse wouldn’t fool him. You honestly couldn’t give him a straight answer without discovering something you didn’t want to. If it was possible, you wanted to never go down that road of self-discovery and opt to forever remain oblivious to the answer. Otherwise your heart and sanity wouldn’t come out intact.
“Can you just help me decide what to give the bastard instead of interrogate me,” you grumble out as you put back the figurine you had in your hands. “You’re actually friends with the guy, that’s why I brought you with me in the first place.”
“About that,” the black haired male begins as he absentmindedly grabs a box that had Princess Peach inside, “how did you even find out that Jin-hyung likes Mario?”
The question catches you off guard and has you nearly dropping the Fire Flower suit Mario figurine; thankfully Yoongi is quick to catch it before it could hit the floor. You mumble a quick thank you as you feel the shop owner giving you the evil eye from across the counter. The old coot had been eyeing the two of you since the very beginning and you had a feeling that Seokjin wasn’t the only one with a Mario obsession.
“It was brought up once when we closed,” you start off slowly, not wanting to slip up and reveal that the conversation had sprung up because you had seen the broad shouldered man topless. Imagine your shock when you not only see him taking his work shirt off one night when you closed, but also seeing a tattoo of the Super Mario star on his right pec.
Oh, Seokjin teased you endlessly that whole week because of your reaction. You were sure that all the blood rushed to your face as you had stared slack jawed at the perfection that was his torso, before you had begun shrieking for him to put his shirt back on. The only saving grace of that night was that the blonde haired man would never find out about you masturbating to the thought of coloring his skin in hickies and scratches. You had thankfully gotten it out of your system by a week and were able to look him in the eye, but after what happened on Monday…well, the image once more found itself replaying on your mind.
“You know, despite his narcissism…Jin-hyung isn’t a bad guy.”
“Huh?” His sudden statement has you turning to face him in confusion as Yoongi silently hands you the porcelain figurine of the Fire Flower Mario you almost dropped.
“I’m just saying that you should give him a chance. He isn’t as bad as you make him out to be,” his voice had gone soft as he glances over to you and sticks his hands inside his jeans pockets.
Normally you would have dismissed his statement; it was something that he periodically brought up with you when you’d ask why he was friends with the guy, but this time there was a certain gleam in his eyes. The kind of gleam you recognized by now that meant he knew something you didn’t. It gave you pause as you stare down at the figurine in your hands, rolling it around in your palms so that Mario’s eyes bore into yours. You trusted Yoongi. It would be an insult not to after all you two had been through.
But could you afford to take his word for it about Seokjin?
With a shake of your head, you outright ignore his previous words and make your way to the counter to purchase the Fire Flower Mario. “I think this one is fine. Do you want to go grab food after this before your shift starts?”
Yoongi regards you for moment with blank eyes; before he lets out a sigh and lets you get away without answering him. “Yeah, I’m starving since this crazy woman dragged me out of my bed at 9 am.”
You let out a scoff to hide your giggle as you playfully smack his chest with the back of your hand and then place the figurine on the counter, taking out your wallet to pay the old shop keep. A few hours later you find yourself dropping Yoongi off at work and making your way home to wrap up the small porcelain Mario into a pink box. Making sure to wrap it with some newspaper to assure it wouldn’t break inside. Along with accompanying you to buy Jin’s present, Yoongi also let you know how the older man liked the color pink when you were choosing something to put the present in.
Honestly, you weren’t expecting Seokjin to actually like the color pink, he didn’t seem the type, but at the same time it didn’t surprise you. As you came to learn over the past year, Seokjin had hidden traits about him that he hid from the public eye.
You place the neatly wrapped pink box onto your kitchen counter with a thoughtful expression on your face, glancing over to your phone as Yoongi’s earlier words about Seokjin bounce around your head. Should you trust your friend on this? Would it turn out to be worth the risk?
Suppose you’d find that out on Saturday night.
“I don’t think I want to go anymore.”
“What? Why?”
You let go of the shirt you had in your hands and fall on your butt, groaning pathetically into the phone that had your best friend on the other line. She had been with you since high school and it was only the distance of her university that kept you apart. As much as it pained both of you, she left a year after high school to a university that was a few cities down. She’d still visit every holiday she had, but it wasn’t often since she was a good five hours away. It was the reason why you began hanging out with Yoongi so much.
“Because I have nothing to wear,” you whine out pitifully and once hearing her scoff, your voice lowers to a softer pitch, “and what if all he has planned is just trying to have sex with me?”
It shouldn’t have, but that thought alone made your heart constrict painfully. You knew it was true, you knew that by “fun” all Seokjin meant was having sex and getting drunk. You knew better than to try and foolishly believe he’d truly stop his horrendous lifestyle just to show you how “fun” his party could be. You knew that all he wanted from you was your body; something he’d never been able to achieve. It was probably all a game to him, a challenge he must of set for himself ever since you got hired. You knew.
So then why did it hurt no less knowing it?
“What’s so bad about that?” You finally hear your best friend reply and you hold the urge to let out another groan. “You haven’t gotten laid in so long and I bet even your vibrator isn’t as satisfying anymore – ”
Your face quickly colors itself in red as you splutter out a reply, a mix of her name and a whine of embarrassment, but she ignores you and continues on.
“ – Plus, if you really claim to not like Jin, but aren’t blind to see how hot he is, why not go for it? What do you have to lose?”
You stay silent as you look at your clothes, contemplating her words as your face finally cools down, but you know that arguing with her would be fruitless. She had a point and you finally grumble out how there wasn’t much for you to lose. Maybe if you did end up having sex with Jin, you’d finally be sated and hopefully whatever the mess of emotions you had would finally be put to rest. Because you honestly couldn’t carry on with how things were right now.
“Fine,” you let out a sigh as you stand up from you closet floor and resume shifting through your clothes. “I’ll go, but I still don’t know what to wear.”
“Well, you still have that outfit I bought for you five months ago. You can wear it with the gold bands and pink booties you hardly wear.”
Your eyes quickly fall to the end of your closet, where you kept most of your revealing outfits that your best friend convinced you to buy. She was always the more outgoing one of you two and there was a time you did enjoy some clubs and bars, but only because she was always with you. Now that she hardly came, you usually found yourself having lazy days by yourself or with Yoongi. Those outfits seldom saw the light of day anymore.
But the outfit she had in mind had you blushing. It wasn’t so much revealing, but it hugged your figure to the point that it really didn’t leave much to the imagination. You might as well have chosen to go with just your undergarments.
“I am not wearing that thing to his party! I might as well go naked!”
“If the night plays out well, hopefully you will be naked,” she once again ignores your splutter of protest and continues on with a tone full of smug satisfaction. “Come on just imagine Seokjinnie’s reaction when he sees you walk through his door in that baby.”
Your teeth catch your bottom lip as you nibble onto the flesh in contemplation. You couldn’t deny the temptation of dressing up in something provocative and watching Seokjin’s wide eyed gaze never stray from your body. The only person to ever really see you wear such clothes besides your best friend was Yoongi, and even he had appreciated the way your body looked.
“Fine! Fine, I give. I’ll wear it and then tell you all the details tomorrow,” you let out a giggle as you hear your friend’s squeal on the phone and with a promise that you’ll call her, you finally hang up to start getting ready.
A new surge of excitement has you chucking the outfit out of your closet and onto your bed, before you begin undressing to go shower. With a quick glance at your clock, you jump into the shower and start planning out your make-up and hair. Yoongi would come by to pick you up in two hours, so you had plenty of time to make sure you left your apartment looking as amazing as you could.
You’d make sure that Seokjin would never forget this night.
Any nerves you felt during the silent car ride and walking up the steps to Seokjin’s rather lavish looking apartment complex, completely disappeared the moment you traipsed through his door. You won’t deny that feeling the eyes of many men and even women had your confidence sky rocketing through the roof. Sure, Yoongi had stared at you and even kept giving you once overs while in the car, but you hadn’t taken his actions to heart. It wouldn’t have been the first time that you caught his gaze.
Now, however, you felt excitement course through your veins as your eyes scan the crowd, easily picking up your coworkers amongst the writhing bodies. Although, you frown a bit as you can’t see a certain broad shouldered birthday boy and your hands unconsciously hold onto his small present closer to your body. Surely he had to be somewhere in here.
“Do you want to come with me to grab some drinks?”
You turn to Yoongi, unperturbed by how his lips brushed your hair as to have you hear him over the booming music and nod your head. You’d need all the help you could tonight, but by no means were you going to let yourself get drunk. You usually never exceeded two drinks when you’d go out; only needing those two to help relax your body and mind enough to enjoy any social function.
Yoongi carefully maneuvers through the crowd with his arm wrapped around your waist, making sure not to lose you as you made your way into the spacious kitchen. As you step onto the tiled floor, your eyes scan the kitchen and you can’t help, but feel slight bitter jealousy at how nice Seokjin’s apartment was. Your little studio seemed like a cardboard box compared to his might-as-well-be-pent-house home.
Damn him and his parents’ wealth.
“Hey Yoongi-hyu – whoa!”
You’re brought back to reality as you hear the exclamation and turn to find Hoseok standing there, one of the morning baristas you didn’t see as often, practically devouring your figure. A hot blush finds its way onto your cheeks as his dark eyes finally meet yours and that’s when he realizes who he’s looking at and mimics your blush.
“I’m so sorry noona, I didn’t…if I would have known – it’s just you look really different.” It was a bit endearing to see him turn into a stuttering mess as he apologizes for his blatant staring. Hoseok was always one of the nicer friends Jin had. That’s not to say that the others weren’t nice, but Hoseok himself was usually a gentleman and very warm. How he was Jin’s friend also crossed your mind a lot.
“It’s okay Hoseok-ah, really,” you manage to get out as a small smile adorns your face. Your hands nervously run down your black leather, high-waisted pants and as you glance down at your outfit you easily understand why Hoseok didn’t recognize you. No one besides Yoongi had ever seen you outside of your uniform and usual ponytail. This time, you followed your friend’s advice and wore the outfit she had bought for you a few months back. Along with the skin tight pants, you wore a long sleeved, high neck pink crop top that was sheer with darker pink lace to cover up your breasts and parts of your back; your matching soft pink booties completed your outfit for the night.
You tried convincing yourself that you wearing pink was completely coincidence and not a ploy to make Seokjin’s eyes never leave you for the entirety of the night.
“Was there something you needed besides ogling Y/n-noona, Hobi?”
At Yoongi’s teasing tone, Hoseok’s ears turn red as he coughs into his hand before bringing up his red solo cup to his lips. It was odd, but the younger man almost seemed…guilty for getting caught looking at you and it made you turn a questioning look to your friend, who ignored you completely.
“Uh, yeah. Jin-hyung was wondering if you had come already, but guess I just found his answer,” Hoseok replies a bit hesitantly as his eyes quickly flickered to you before moving back to Yoongi.
“Yeah, we came a few minutes ago and decided to grab some drinks.”
As the two young men began to talk amongst themselves, you busied yourself in grabbing a cup with some ice and making your way over to the giant orange cooler to pour whatever alcohol was housed in it. The strangely blue liquid left a lot to be desired, but with a careless shrug, you take a big gulp of it to ease the sudden nerves racking your body. What had Hoseok meant by that Seokjin was wondering if Yoongi was here or not? Did he know that Yoongi was going to pick you up? Surely not, unless your black haired friend was planning something with the older man.
With that thought in mind, you move your gaze to Yoongi, slightly narrowing your eyes in suspicion as Hoseok and him lowered their voices to talk about something they clearly didn’t want you listening in on. Just what on earth was that fucker up to now?
The younger of the two catches your gaze and before you can redirect your stare, Hoseok gives you a little grin. “Hey y/n-noona, you wanna go dance?”
“Um, sure,” you reply a bit perplexed at his sudden offer, “I don’t mind dancing.”
You tip your head back to finish off the remnants of your drink and set down the cup before walking over to Yoongi, handing over the small present box you had. “Do me the favor, yeah?”
With a roll of his eyes, he lets out a dramatic sigh, but takes the gift away from you nonetheless. “Sure, I’ll just be here drinking by myself I guess.”
It was your turn to roll your eyes as you walk off with Hoseok and throw Yoongi a quick wave, knowing he’d honestly rather not socialize despite his dramatics. As you make your way to the middle of the writhing bodies you couldn’t help, but to glance around the room to look for the elusive birthday boy. You had honestly expected him to be in the middle of the fray, but so far you hadn’t seen him anywhere. You tried to push away the sudden thought of him tucked away in his room with some random girl as the simple fleeting image made your stomach twist in knots.
Your restless thoughts are halted, however, when you feel Hoseok’s hand wrap around your wrist; easily bringing you a mere few inches away from him as he throws you a warm smile. His lithe body was already effortlessly swaying to the beat of the music playing on the speakers and with a little wiggle of your hand; he had you moving with him as well. Dancing with the younger male was a lot easier than you had initially feared and for that you silently thanked him in your mind.
“Can I be honest with you noona?” At his question, he leans down to your ear to make it easier to hear him over the music and continues. “I’m surprised you finally came to one of Jin-hyung’s parties. What changed?”
“I was invited,” came your dry response before you could stop it and it brought a smirk to your face when Hoseok genuinely laughed at it. It was true though; before this ridiculous offer Seokjin had made to you, not once had he ever invited you to his parties. It was something you had grown accustomed to ever since you knew him back in high school and re-met him at the café.
An odd expression crosses Hoseok’s face once his laughter fades away and just as he’s about to reply back to you, you suddenly feel very familiar warm hands settle on your waist. It was as if you had been touched by live wire by how your body physically reacted to him; his touch alone sent currents of electricity racing through your veins as his palms managed to find purchase on the small amount of skin shown between your pants and crop top. You wanted to turn around and snap at him to not touch you so intimately, but your resolve crumbled the moment you felt his hot breath fan over the side of your face as his lips teasingly ghosted over the top of your ear.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
Lord give me the strength. I don’t think I’ll survive tonight.
You weren’t sure what expression Seokjin had, but one glance at Hoseok told you it was akin to “get lost” as the younger man gave you one last warm smile before disappearing back into the crowd. No doubt to find a new dancing partner now that his older friend stole his and it made you longingly glance at the spot he once was, wishing he’d come back to save you from the onslaught of anxiousness that overtook you.
However, you’re quickly brought back to reality as you feel Seokjin’s hands suddenly begin to trail upwards, just shy of touching the underside of your breasts, and hastily grab hold of them with a small intake of breath. Just what the hell was he thinking?! With a pinch on both of his hands, you swiftly turn on your heel to face him as a scowl adorns your rose tinted lips, but the blush no doubt decorating your cheeks took away from your angry expression.
“What the hell are you doing? Don’t touch me like that!”
His only response was an infuriating smirk as he reaches forward to grab hold of your wrist, his eyes unabashedly raking your figure, and the sudden dark glint in them had your toes curling in anticipation. “If I knew you dressed like this outside of work, I would have made this offer ages ago,” his voice was gruff with obvious lust and it had your thighs clenching almost instantly.
Despite wanting to jump his bones right then and there, you let out a scoff and retrieve your hand back from him, taking a small step back mainly to control your sudden arousal. “Had I known you were even sleazier outside of work, maybe I would have never bothered coming in the first place.”
A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest and it has the pit of your belly quivering at the sound, leaving you to miss his squeaky, window cleaning laugh you’ve heard on occasion. Anything to disrupt the scorching heat forming in your lower body would be a sweet relief, considering that now you had a full visual of his outfit; and oh lord, it had your lace panties sticking to your skin. Why did he have to look even sexier than normal? It wasn’t fair.
Never in your life would you have imagined yourself finding a man more attractive simply because he let his forehead show. His blonde hair was slicked back; a complete 180 from his usual boy band style and it had your skin tingling from how clear you could see his brow and dark eyes. Not only that, but it seemed you two somehow wore similar outfits to one another and it made your heart flutter at how utterly gorgeous pink made him look. He was such a tease, even now, as his pink shirt has the top two buttons left open; leaving you a tantalizing view of his prominent collarbones.
Lord have mercy on your soul; you were already wet just by looking at the beautiful bastard.
“You love it, don’t try and deny it,” he teases back with a grin as he once more places his hands on your hips and brings you closer to him, forcing you to rest your own hands on his broad shoulders to avoid having them crushed against his chest.
For a while, all you can do is stare up into his eyes as your lips stay pressed together; trying your best to hold back the agreement bubbling in your throat. You hated that he was right, that there was a pretty big part of you that enjoyed having Jin flirt with you and clearly make it obvious that he wanted you. Because damn, you wanted him just as bad; you’ve been wanting him for as long as you can remember. But it was always his lifestyle that had you steering clear of him.
You don’t know when that started changing.
“Weren’t you going to show me how to have fun?” you hear yourself murmur as your traitorous body moves closer to his, not missing how his breath hitched the moment your breasts pressed against his chest. You weren’t sure where this sudden rush of bravery came from, but you hold onto it as tightly as you can, already getting addicted to the blast of confidence coursing through your veins.
You watch with fascination as his pupils expand, quite literally showing you his sudden arousal as he wraps an arm around your waist and grins wickedly. “Oh, I still plan to sweetheart,” his voice is gruff with lust as he teasingly brushes his lips against the corner of your mouth, leaving you momentarily breathless. “But we have to go somewhere more private. I’m not really an exhibitionist.”
All the blood rushes to your cheeks and to the space between your legs at his straightforward answer, leaving you a mess of hormones as you turn your head slightly, not quite touching your lips to his as you glance up into his eyes. “What are we waiting for then?”
It’s as if you said the magic words because Seokjin is suddenly pulling you with him as he maneuvers out of the sea of bodies and towards a door that must lead into the hallway. The logical side of your brain is screeching at you to turn away and just find Yoongi to ask him to take you home; but it’s easily drowned out by the carnal desires of the flesh once Seokjin pushes you through a door and locks it. He wastes no time in diving into your lips, practically devouring you whole as his large hands roam all over your body, squeezing whatever he could as if he was a man starved.
After so long of wondering how his lips would feel on yours, having it actually happen had your stomach tying in knots as a shudder of pleasure passes through your spine, instantly having your nipples harden behind your shirt. They were softer and much more plush than you had ever imagined; it was if you were kissing clouds and it had your mind providing you with filthy images of how his lips would feel against your pussy.
A low moan leaves you the moment you feel his knee suddenly push apart your thighs to snugly rest between them, teasingly leaning in so that it just barely brushed against your throbbing core. Once hearing the throaty sound leave you, Jin lets loose his own growl as he eagerly grabs your hips and brings you forward on his thigh, giving you the friction you so desperately needed. With a small keen leaving your lips, your own hands fist his shirt as you twist your hips to begin grinding yourself against his thigh, loving the pressure it applied against your clothed clit.
“You love that don’t you,” Jin grunts out as his fingers clutch onto your clothed hips, but you could feel his heat burning you through them anyway as his hot breath fans against your mouth. “You act so innocent at work, but look at you. You’re already a mess with just my thigh.”
Normally you would have smacked his arm, or given him a piece of your mind for being so smug, but when he suddenly clenched his thigh and hit your covered clit just right, it had all your angered thoughts cease. Your back thuds against the door as you let out a loud whine that sounded close to his name and let your nails bite into the skin on his forearms for leverage.
“Oh god, Jin,” you let out a hitched breath as he continues to flex the muscle, sending your mind into a plethora of euphoria, “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
The blonde male lets out a soft moan of appreciation for the soft pain of your nails digging into his skin and the way your kiss swollen lips parted to whine out his name so deliciously. Although, at your bossy tone, he couldn’t stop the violent twitch his clothed erection gave; he’d never admit to you that you taking charge was one of the hottest things he’s ever had to endure at work. He’s lost track of the amount of awkward boners he’s had to hide while closing with you, along with the number of times he’s had his hand wrapped around his cock in his car the moment he got inside it; too impatient to wait until he got home.
But he loved teasing you and riling you up even more; loved to see how your ears tinted with red and your eyes set ablaze with anger or annoyance at one of his snarky remarks. He lived to push your buttons and see you screech at him; fruitlessly trying to disguise the obvious arousal in your eyes and the way you subtly tried to press your thighs together. He noticed it all and he reveled in it.
“You’re really going to boss me around right now, sweetheart?” His husky tone has a fresh wave of arousal soak through your panties and begins to spread on your thighs, more so when his hands stop your grinding; leaving you a whining, panting mess. “Oh no. We’re not at work right now boss, you’re in my room and you’re going to play by my rules.”
Suddenly, you’re left feeling cold as Seokjin pries his knee and body away from you, but not for long as you let out a startled squeal as you feel his large hands push down on your shoulders firmly. Too shocked and turned on to protest, you submissively kneel before him and eagerly press your thighs together as you see him begin to unbutton his pants. It wasn’t until that very moment that you finally take notice of the obvious and rather large bulge protruding from the center of his pants; the mere sight of what he’s hiding within their confines has your juices leaking down your thighs, unable to soak through your leather pants.
You ignore the uncomfortable feeling almost instantly the moment his engorged cock nearly smacks you in the face the moment he slips his pants and underwear down past his thighs. A loud, desperate moan sounds about the room and you’re shocked to realize that needy sound came from you. However, you’re willing to forgive yourself for letting out such an embarrassing sound the moment your eyes devour the sight of quite possibly the prettiest and simultaneously hottest dick you’ve ever laid eyes on. This bastard was carved by the gods themselves, wasn’t he? It was the only explanation.
It was thick with two protruding veins running on the underside of it, while the head was as red as a rose from how unbearably hard he was; that wasn’t even including the sheer size of it. You swore it came close to 8 inches, give or take at least 7 and for a moment a small amount of fear had you wondering if it would even fit. The biggest you ever had inside you was 6 inches and that had been a perfect fit, considering that it was also thick. Just what in the hell had you gotten yourself into?
Jin quickly sees the hesitation in your eyes and with a smug smirk, he swiftly tangles his long fingers into your loosely curled hair and brings your forward; letting out a soft grunt the moment his leaking head brushed against your cheek. “Don’t even think about running now, boss,” he gently teases as his blown out eyes land on yours and once more pokes your cheek with the head of his cock, but then his tone turns soft with suppressed desire. “I’ll make sure to have your dripping wet for me before I fuck you. It’ll fit, or at least, I’ll make it fit.”
Oh fuck, comes your mental reply as your teeth harshly entrap your lower lip and you have to physically swallow the desperate and wanton moan clawing at your chest. Your clit pulses erratically as your eyes leave his stare to lock onto the dick he was so graciously rubbing onto your cheek. Never in your life have you ever wanted to have someone’s cock in your mouth as badly as you did Seokjin’s right now; a notion you felt bitterly defeated in, but not particularly resentful for it. It made sense as to how cocky and narcissistic the young man always was; how could he not when he was drop dead gorgeous, but also had a big dick? Despite the unfairness of someone being so perfect physically, you couldn’t stop the slight warmth in your chest spread at the thought that someone like him actually wanted you.
Without waiting for another filthy word to come out of his mouth, you quickly and eagerly open your mouth to wrap your lips around his leaking head; his sharp intake of breath giving you a quick ego boost. You give him no respite to get accustomed to your mouth when you give in to your desire and begin to suck and lick his member, one of your hands coming up to wrap around the base of his dick.
“Shit, y/n,” was all he could groan out as his free hand slammed a bit loudly onto the door behind you to steady himself, although the action caused more of his cock to slide into your warm mouth and it had him letting out a soft whine. “Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good around my cock.”
Your eyes flicker up at his face twisted in pleasure beneath your lashes as the corner of your lips quirk into a triumphant smirk and place your other hand on his thigh to ground yourself as you slowly slid down on his erection, tongue pressing firmly against one of his veins. Soon, the only sounds ringing in the room were his whiny moans and the slurping noises you unashamedly didn’t try to hide. The distant bass of the music and the hum of voices outside the room and hall only set your core aflame, turned on by the sheer thought that you two weren’t really alone.
Despite being surprised that Jin was actually a very vocal lover, you loved every second of your mouth sucking him off, if only to elicit another breathy whine from his lips. It was undoubtedly the hottest thing you had ever experienced and in spite of being on your knees, you felt in control and you felt the addicting power of having this normally smug man begging you to take him deeper into your mouth set your veins on fire.
That is, until Jin got tired of your teasing sucks that pushed him close to the edge, but not enough to have him falling off of it. So with a soft growl of frustration at you denying his pleading again, he takes matter into his own hands as the hand still tangled in your hair grips hard enough to still you before he begins mercilessly fucking your mouth. Your throat encloses around his cock as you choke at the sudden intrusion and both your hands grip onto the flesh of his thighs to hold yourself steady as Seokjin’s ruthlessly thrusts into your mouth. You’re too shocked at the sudden shift in power to do anything about Jin using you like this, so you try your best to relax your gag reflex, but there was no way to control the tears beginning to leak down your cheeks at how unbearably hot this whole situation was.
“You look so pretty with my cock stretching your lips princess,” Jin’s sudden gentle voice is such a huge contrast to his actions as he lets out a moan when he plunges into your throat and keeps you there, panting heavily as you choked slightly on his member. But he pulls back once he feels your nails bite harder into his thighs and silently admires how you greedily took in gulps of air, before once more prodding your lips open to take his erection again. “Shit, I’m getting close baby. You gonna swallow my cum like a good girl?”
You let a guttural moan reverberate around his cock as you eagerly nod your head, so high off of the lack of oxygen his dick in your throat caused and you found you didn’t care how fucked out you probably looked. Not when Jin caressed your scalp and looked down at you with admiration and a blazing desire that had your walls clenching. You’d punish him for abusing your mouth in a moment, you thought to yourself, once he came in your mouth.
“Such a good girl you are,” he murmurs softly as his thrusts slow down to a steady, but deep rhythm, making sure to elicit those beautiful choked moans of yours every time his cock hit deep into your throat.
You can’t deny the flutter of your heart whenever he calls you a good girl and praises you softly for taking him in so well, but deeper, more darker thoughts of punishing him for making your throat raw fuel your actions. So it’s with precise sucks and flicks on your tongue on his head that has his fingers tangling in your locks painfully, as he begins to fuck your mouth again to chase his orgasm. His whiny moans and shaky pants has you shifting on your aching knees to once more clench your thoroughly drenched thighs, almost greedily swallowing every spurt of his seed he gave you.
With a shuttering breath, he finally pulls his softening member out of your mouth and watches with blown out pupils as some of the white substance trickled down your chin. To your surprise, Jin gingerly picks you up off of the floor and begins kissing you reverently, his tongue now prodding against yours, causing a moan as he tasted himself. For a moment, you let yourself get carried away by his plump lips and his wandering hands as they snake underneath your shirt, making a sigh of pleasure leave you as he appreciatively cupped your breasts. You silently thank the hasty, last minute decision you made earlier to not wear a bra as his fingers begin to gently tweak your pearled nipples.
“Jin,” you murmur as you pull away from his mouth with a lewd pop, continuing once you receive a content hum from him, “don’t think you’re getting away with abusing my throat like that.”
At your sudden clipped words, Seokjin looks down at you with surprise and a hint of arousal in his irises, but before he can come up with a snarky reply, you walk him over to his queen sized bed you both ignored and with a forceful shove, have him falling onto his back. A smug smirk quirks your lips when you hear his startled grunt at being pushed and with quick, predatory movements, you begin to strip off your pants. Confidence flares brightly in your chest as you see his eyes widen and his pupils practically swallow his brown irises with fierce lust as he finally sees the mess he had made with his earlier actions.
“Fuck, princess,” he moans out as eyes don’t move from staring at your juices slide down the inside of your thighs and your lace panties clinging to your drenched core like second skin. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“You made this mess,” you reply back with authority in your voice, loving the new found confidence running through your veins at his open admiration for your body. “Now you’re going to clean it up.”
Seokjin lets out an animalistic sounding growl from deep within his chest and it has your clit pulsing painfully from being neglected for so long. His predatory gaze nearly has you submitting to him again, but you hold on tightly to your dominance and once finally removing your shoes, you push his chest down as your thighs comfortably cage in his head. The image of Kim Seokjin underneath you would forever be burned onto your mind as one of the single most hottest things in your lifetime.
“Gladly,” comes his husky response as he wastes no time in leaning up to take your swollen nub between his plump lips, ignoring how even his neck was getting wet with your arousal as your thighs caged him in.
With a loud moan, you nearly lurch forward as Jin begins to generously suck on your clit, plush lips creating the most toe curling pleasure you’ve ever had that tears once more begin to trek down your cheeks. In the hazy fog of your mind, you’re eternally grateful for thinking ahead and wearing waterproof mascara and eyeliner. No doubt you would have looked like a hot mess otherwise, more than you already did.
“Jin, oh Jin!” The voice that leaves your lips is one you can barely recognize, it sounded so breathless and whiny. “There! Don’t stop!”
He only grunts in reply as his lips leave your clit, only for his tongue to swirl around your leaking entrance before penetrating your walls, loving how they clenched around the wet muscle as his nose bumped against your clit. A soft whimper leaves your own lips as your strength leaves you and has you completely sitting on his face, your hands finding purchase in his soft, bleached locks. You give little thought of him needing to breathe as your shirt becomes uncomfortably hot against your perspiring skin, so with a desperate tug, you pull off your last article of clothing and toss is carelessly somewhere on his floor.
A sharp exhale leaves your lips as you suddenly feel Seokjin’s large hands greedily grope your thighs before finding purchase on your ass, each hand squeezing your cheeks as he moves your lower body to grind against his face. A choked sob slips past your lips as his tongue leaves your entrance, only to flatten completely on your clit. With a deep rooted carnal desire, you begin to frantically ride his mouth, loving how with each moan he gave it only vibrated against your aching pussy.
“Fuck, fuck! I’m close,” your tone is breathless and slightly shrill as heavy pants leave your raw throat and you can feel that knot in your belly about to burst, sending a shiver up your spine at the intense pleasure Jin’s mouth was giving you. You had long forgotten that you were, in fact, at a party and that no doubt anyone who was close enough to the hallway could hear your desperate cries.
With each keening whine that left you, Jin tightened his hold on your ass and helped you grind against his tongue; even with him unable to talk, you can almost hear the “That’s it baby, cum on my mouth” with his actions alone. He was eating you out as if he was a starved man deprived of food and water, his heavy, hot pants against your lips only had you throwing your arms back to find leverage on his hips as you continued to roll your hips erratically to chase your pending orgasm.
It was then that your wrist brushed against something hard and hot, leaving you a gasping mess as you realized that Jin had gotten hard again from eating you out; and fuck if that wasn’t already exciting you to feel him stretch you out. You hadn’t even orgasmed from his tongue just yet and you were already looking forward to cumming with his dick next.
You’re harshly brought back to the man you were currently drowning in your juices as his teeth gently grazed your throbbing clit and with a sharp inhale, you come undone as the small prick of pleasurable pain was all you needed to finally feel that knot snap within you. You let out a shrill scream, before repeatedly saying his name in a whine as your orgasm had your body twitching above him. Seokjin stays perfectly still and flattens his tongue on your sensitive clit, letting you ride out the last vestiges of your orgasm, before you whimper out at the over-sensitivity and finally lift yourself off of him.
Your thighs are shaking uncontrollably as you pant heavily, lowering your quivering body on his mattress, but it isn’t long before Jin rolls over and grabs onto your ankles, pulling you over to him. Your eyes lock onto his face as he finally removes his damp pink shirt, flinging it somewhere behind him and leaving you to rake your hands over his toned stomach and chest; that silly little Mario tattoo making an appearance once more. The sudden urge to run your tongue against the lean muscles on his stomach has you practically panting; he truly was carved by gods.
“That was so fucking sexy,” he growls out as he plants his hands on either side of your head, letting you see your juices cover his chin and cheeks, as his plump lips shine with the remnants of your arousal. “Shit, I need you princess. Do you see this? My cock is already excited to stretch that pretty pussy of yours.”
True to his words, your eyes flicker down to his erection you had felt a few moments ago as he gripes it tightly in his fist, giving it one slow pump as precum leaks out the slit. On instinct, your walls clench around nothing, as if anticipating having him fill you to the brim with his cock and the thought alone has you squirming as a fresh wave of arousal hits you.
“Fuck me Jin,” your tone is bossy and raspy from the earlier abuse the very thing pressed against your thigh gave it, but your core throbbed almost painfully wanting him to wreck you even further. Never in your life had you ever wanted to be fucked so badly, but then again you had never had the object of your dirty fantasies hovering above you, ready to give you want you’ve been desiring after before.
“I’m going to make sure you won’t be able to walk,” he replies a bit darkly as his lips press against yours, tongue flicking out against your bottom lip before his teeth capture the abused flesh. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this for.”
You lift your hips impatiently as you grind against his erection, relishing in the soft gasp he gave and giving him a wicked grin, wondering why he wasting time talking when his dick could of already been inside you. Your walls were weeping again and you were amazed at how quickly you were drenched again, but you didn’t question it further as you continue to grind against him and let moans roll off your tongue.
“Then stop waiting and fuck me already,” you nearly snap at him as your breath hitches at feeling his swollen tip press against your clit.
“Patience, princess,” he scolds you lightly with that smug smirk of his as his fingers teasingly trace your lower lips, loving the soft whine you gave at his touch.
Jin doesn’t waste any more time after that as he sits back on his legs and grabs the underside of your knees, spreading them as he lifts your ass to rest on his thighs. He leans forward and finally cups your bare breasts as his lips finds yours once more, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth to rub against your own. He hungrily swallows the moan that leaves your throat and gives your nipples a gentle pinch, twisting them slightly before detaching his mouth from yours to have it envelop an erect bud.
With ragged breaths, you arch your back off of his mattress and squirm beneath him as he continues his ministrations on your nipples. Your whole body is set ablaze with the inferno of your desire as Seokjin ignores your pleading mewls to fuck you already, choosing instead to give all of his attention to your breasts he had previously ignored. While with every flick of his tongue, he lets the head of his dick press against your clit tortuously, teasing you to the brink of insanity.
“Seokjin,” you practically cry at this point, no longer caring about your pride as Seokjin has effectively left you a fucked out mess, begging for his cock to be inside you. “Please, please I need you inside me.”
With a wet pop, Jin leaves your slowly purpling breasts and levels you with a dark look of pure lust in his eyes, while his lips quirk into a cocky smile. “Anything for you, boss,” he replies casually and if weren’t for the red, angry looking head of his dick prodding at your entrance, you would of believed he was unaffected. Cocky bastard.
Your sour thoughts are cut short however, the moment you feel him push in the tip of his member and let out a deep moan in sync with one of his own. Finally, you think to yourself as you nibble on your swollen lip to bite back a yelp of pain and pleasure at having his thick cock stretch your walls so deliciously. You were so drenched in arousal that the small sting of being stretched so wide to accommodate for his large size was minimal and the beginning wisps of pleasure began to curl around your lower body.
“Shit, you’re pussy is so tight princess,” Jin hisses out in pleasure as sweat begins to bead around his forehead and neck, showing you just how fucked out he truly was. “So wet and warm for me, fuck.”
“Jin, please,” you don’t even know what you were begging for anymore, all you knew was that your walls squeezed around his cock almost painfully, wanting to bring him closer to you.
The moment he bottoms out, he lets out whiny breath as he stares down at how your body swallowed his whole member in amazement; he honestly wasn’t expecting to be able to fit his whole girth inside of you and it had him swallowing as he tried his best not to cum inside of you right then and there. But his still form had you writhing beneath him, desperate for him to move as you wrap your legs around his waist and moaning as you felt him twitch inside you.
“Give me a second princess,” he pants out as he shifts his legs, trying to move them before he could begin to feel the pinpricks of numbness from sitting on them for too long. However, in moving it only has your walls clamping down around his dick again and it drags a raspy moan from him as he can feel his thighs slick with your dripping juices.
However, the moment you moan out his name in another desperate keen, Seokjin loses all control he tried to keep and digs his fingers into your hips, pulling his cock out to the tip before roughly thrusting into you. The action as you crying out as your body slides forward from the rough thrust, but Jin is quick to pull you back to him as he begins his assault and pounds into you like a man possessed.
Not soon after, his walls echo with the sounds of your cries of pleasure, Jin’s own groans and, the harsh sound of skin slapping. With the angle Seokjin had you, with your ass resting on his thighs and your lower body tilted up, his cock reached so deep inside of you it had you feeling him in your stomach. You didn’t even care that he was possibly leaving you nasty bruises on your hips from how hard his fingers were digging into your flesh; all you could focus on was how good his dick stretched you out and reached parts inside you, you didn’t even know were there.
“Jin, Jin, Jin,” you practically cry his name like a prayer as your hands fly out to grip his wrists, trying your best to not fly off him from how harshly he was thrusting into you. “Y-You feel so, fuck! You feel so good!”
He lets out a ragged grunt as he rises off his legs and kneels completely, letting your body lift off even more than before as he held you to make sure you wouldn’t fall. The new angle had you sobbing in amazement that he was reaching even deeper inside you, while simultaneously the tip of his dick was angled so that it kept hitting that sweet spot inside you. It had you forgetting your name, only able to remember his as you kept repeating it like a mantra.
“You l-love my cock…ah…inside of you don’t you?” he growls out lowly as sweat rolls down his temple and chest in huge droplets, his blonde hair plastering itself on his forehead. “You love how it stretches out your pretty little cunt, right princess?”
“Yes! Oh god yes!” comes your shrill cry as you now have to hold onto the sheets beneath you, your arms not quite long enough to find proper leverage on his wrists anymore. Your sluggish mind can barely process that the distant, consistent thud you hear is over the headboard banging into the wall from how hard Jin was fucking you into the mattress.
You weren’t sure you’d be able to let him go if he decided he wanted this to be a one-time thing. You could already feel yourself begin to get addicted to the beautiful pleasure Jin was bestowing on your body.
“Fuck, I won’t last much longer,” Jin moans out as he can feel his climax fast approaching with how tightly your walls were clenching around him. It felt as if with every thrust, your hole was trying desperately to pull him back in and it was single handedly the best feeling he ever had with a girl.
After his proclamation, Jin stops his thrusting and lowers you down onto the mattress fully, quieting your disappointed whimpers with his mouth as he kisses you with an intensity that had your mind swimming. Soon enough, his cock was once more pushing into you and both of your moans resonated into the kiss that turned sloppy with heavy pants as his hips snap against yours.
With quick work, his long fingers dip between your bodies and begin rubbing circles around your clit, all while still thrusting into you. It had you arching your back off the sheets and pressing your breasts against his chest, not minding in the least that your skin clung to his from the sweat glistening on both your bodies. Not when all your focus was on the pleasure that doubled from being stimulated from your clit and core.
“Cum for me princess,” Jin pants out as his thrust begin to lose their rhythm from how close his orgasm was approaching. “I want you to cum all over my cock.”
Your throat is utterly raw from your screams and Jin’s earlier actions, that all you can manage is soft whimpers now as your hands find purchase on his shoulder blades; nails biting into his skin as you leave angry, red markings on his back each time he thrusts into you. “I-I’m so close Jin,” you whine out as your body feels like its floating from the sheer euphoria you can almost feel approaching.
“That’s it baby, cum for me.” With one final snap of his wrist and thrust of his hips, you let out one final hoarse cry as your body trembles like a leaf from the powerful orgasm rocking your nerve endings.
Seokjin thrusts into you with desperation as he lets out his own whiny moans, and the feeling of his cum warmly painting you from the inside has goose flesh raising all over your body. There weren’t enough words to describe just how utterly sated and boneless you felt as Jin finally stills inside of you, another shudder passing your spine as you feel your mixed fluids leaking out of you and onto the sheets below.
With a soft, shuttering exhale, Seokjin pulls out of you and tiredly slumps next to you on the bed, closest to the edge. For a long moment, the blood previously rushing through your ears subsides and you can finally hear the still ongoing music and murmurs of peoples voices carry from behind the door. It almost feels like you two are in a completely different world than the people partying beyond the hallway and you let a small, tired smile come to your lips as you realize that the warmth spreading in your chest was happiness.
Just as you were gathering your strength to turn around and nuzzle into Jin’s neck, contentment buzzing in your veins at your realization of your own feelings, said man was suddenly lurching off the bed and running to the bathroom connected to his room.
The warmth that had you previously floating, suddenly comes crashing down at your feet the moment you register the sounds Jin is making are those of vomiting.
He was drunk.
Seokjin had been drunk this entire time.
With a trembling breath, you begin to make sense of his out of place boldness back when you were dancing with Hoseok and with a sick realization; you now see that in the end Jin hadn’t wanted you. He only wanted a quick fuck to sate his drunken hormones, and the thought of him not even remembering the intimate moment you shared had angry, bitter tears gathering in your eyes.
You were such an idiot.
You should have known better than to think that anything about him would change. His promise was bullshit lies to get you to sleep with him and you were foolish enough to believe they were anything else. You should have known and yet, you feel your heart break at knowing that you were an idiot for falling for someone like Kim Seokjin.
With renewed energy, your anger has you quickly getting off his bed and cleaning yourself off with his sheets, before beginning to locate your clothes and redressing yourself. By the time you’re completely dressed, Jin stumbles out of the bathroom with droplets of water on his chin, indicating he had at least some semblance of clarity to wash his mouth out after puking. Although, the moment he sees you’re not naked as he is, his face contorts into confusion and then worry when he sees your stormy glare level at him.
“What’s wrong princess? Where are you going?”
“Shut up! Don’t call me that you fucking asshole!”
Seokjin quickly clicks his mouth shut as he stares at you with wide, bewildered eyes at your sudden hostility, when moments before you had been holding onto him like a lifeline. His clueless gaze only fuels your rage further as you stomp toward him like an angered panther set on its victim, relishing in him stumbling onto the door of the bathroom to try and avoid your wrath.
“Y/n, what’s – ”
“I said shut up,” you icily snap at him as you roughly shove him against the door once you reach him, your hands curling into fists as they shake in anger. “I can’t believe you! This whole time, this whole damn night, you’ve been drunk?!”
Seokjin looks at you with confused, slow eyes, before he’s quickly sobering up at the severity of the situation, realizing exactly why you were angry with him. He could remember now his promise of not being drunk, and although he had said it would be at work only, he had honestly meant to try and stop his bad habits outside of work too. He knew how much you hated his lifestyle and despite at one point not caring of your opinion, he began realizing that he slowly began to care.
He had just been so nervous of you finally coming to one of his parties and one drink to calm his nerves turned to two, then three…
But looking at the unshed tears shining in your narrowed eyes, Jin couldn’t find it in himself to give you such a lame excuse.
“Y/n, I know this situation isn’t ideal, but I swear to you that –”
“Fuck you,” you once again interrupt him as your cold tone wavered from the hurt coursing through you now, not wanting to hear any excuses he was prepared to tell you. You should have known.
Just as Jin sees you turn and begin to stalk toward the door, panic settles within him as he hurriedly pulls on some sweats lying on his desk chair beside him, stumbling as he tried to reach you and dress at the same time.
“Y/n-ah! Please listen to me – !”
You ignore his pleading yells as you open his door and quickly storm past the hallway and into the ongoing party, ignoring any looks passed your way as you searched for your black haired friend. You easily find him leaning against the wall by the kitchen, your present in one hand, while the other nursed a drink he occasionally took a sip from. The rest of his group of friends and your employees (Hoseok, Jimin, Namjoon, Jungkook and Taehyung), were now standing with him as they joked around and talked amongst themselves.
You only felt a small twinge of guilt for pulling him away from them as you icily tell him to take you home. Yoongi looks at you with shock and concern, wondering what happened between the time you left him in the kitchen to now. You ignore the questioning glances the younger males are giving you and silently tug on Yoongi’s sleeve, desperate to leave the moment you hear a familiar voice reaching you.
“Y/n, wait!”
You grit your teeth as now the once bustling room begins to quiet as Seokjin comes rushing over to your group, clearly causing a scene with his half-dressed state. “Yoongi, come on. Let’s go,” you angrily mutter as you ignore Jin completely and turn to leave.
Although, the two if you are stopped when Seokjin reaches out to clutch onto your wrist and making you turn to give him a venomous stare. “Don’t touch me!”
Your heart thrums painfully in your chest at seeing Jin look so pitiful, with his hair a mess and eyes that looked much too sad for someone who only wanted a quick fuck. Ignoring the suffocating pressure in your chest, you once again feel the hurt and anger curl around your throat as you grab your present from Yoongi’s hand and furiously throw it at Jin’s chest. To think you had cared enough to actually waste money on him.
Jin is startled at the small box hitting him on his bare chest, but he’s quick to fumble to catch it as he stares at you with scrunched eyes of hurt and confusion. You decided that he was far too great an actor to be studying something mundane like law.
“Have a fucking happy birthday, Seokjin,” comes your clipped tone that was akin to a slap as Jin simply stares at you in defeat. You finally tear your gaze away from him as you once again turn around and walk out the door, ignoring the stares of everyone at the party as the tears finally begin to spill.
It wasn’t until you heard Yoongi catching up to you and gently helping you into his car that you let the repressed sobs come crashing out your lips.
You cover your face and are grateful that Yoongi doesn’t speak or even questions you on what happened; he simply turns on the car and begins driving away to the familiar route to his apartment. The whole car ride is spent in silence, along with your trek to his apartment floor, where Yoongi still remains silent and only grabs a blanket and pillow from his room before laying down on the sofa. He knew better than to try and console you or offer sweet words, knowing by now that you simply needed to be alone, without necessarily being lonely. Tomorrow morning you promised yourself to make up for ruining his night, but for now you tiredly walk into his room and close the door.
It isn’t until you take off your shoes and pants, and are under Yoongi’s covers that you finally notice your phone is lighting up the dark room with notifications of someone texting you. You debate for only a few seconds before curiosity got the better of you and you reach over, bringing the phone to your face, knowing exactly who was messaging you so late at night.
1:42 am Seokjin >:b : I’m sorry
You don’t get past the first message preview before fresh tears are springing to your eyes and you quickly toss the phone onto the carpeted floor, not caring on where it landed. He wasn’t sorry, at least not for hurting you. He was only sorry that it ended so badly with someone who had authority over him at work.
With a shuddering breath you let your quiet sobs break the silence of the room as you curl against Yoongi’s blankets, hoping to slip into a dreamless sleep soon to escape from the horrible thoughts plaguing your mind.
