warnings: slight foul language, kinda smutty but not really, just lots of kissing and some mentions of sex
a/n: it's been nearly four years since i last published a fic here but i've recently been on a bts high with the comeback and the tour so here...have this prompt as a gift!
it partially came about cause i was watching this kdrama and you know how tame their kisses are, and while i love the drama i just want them to kiss properly!! so then i began thinking of bts and the array of jin thirst traps on them and now i am here...enjoy!
Out of all the members of BTS, no one would believe you if you said that Kim Seokjin would have the most prominent oral fixation. Some would argue Jungkook, with his mischievous grin, or perhaps Namjoon, as the mv theories suggest, but Jin?
No, ARMY wouldn’t peg the comedic, protective member to possess such a characteristic.
Their mistake to make. He is the one always blowing kisses to his fans, a clear reflection of his personality.
Much like them, you were left to discover this trait all by yourself. It was quite shocking because Jin never held back; it's not in his nature. A kiss is meant to be enjoyed between two people, and he intends to take full advantage of the opportunity.
From that first kiss, Jin memorizes your shallow breaths on his cheeks as he nears your personal bubble, his hand gently yet firmly resting on your cheek. He looks into your wide eyes and down your lips.
The lull right before a kiss is his favorite. The stutter in your breath from expectation. Will he or won't he?
He can't help brushing his plump lips on yours before you give him permission. Your gasp is a tease all in itself. He practices restraint, his hand on your waist, grasping your clothes.
He thanks whatever cosmic entity exists when you subtly nod and push forward. His restraint vanishes with that minuscule action. Jin moves his lips eagerly, enveloping yours in an intense kiss. You close your eyes and hear the sharp intake of breath, a sigh of relief. As if the restraint was pure torture.
Kim Seokjin is an intoxicating person, yet his kiss surpasses everything you've ever known. He pours every wish and desire into it as if they'll vanish if he so much as pulls away from you.
Truth is, Kim Seokjin would rather have his mouth pressed against your lips than have his dick wet. The sound of content in the back of your throat endears him further.
Jin loves his fans, loves the cheers mid-concert, loves his bandmates, and loves all the experiences they've shared over so many years.
There's nothing he loves more, though, than pulling you completely flush against him to feel your curves against his lean body. The way your chest rises and falls as you try to keep up with him. The hand on your cheek journeys to your hair, pulling on a knot that has an alluring moan erupting from your lips.
It's the perfect opportunity for him to slip his eager tongue past the seam of your lips, successfully deepening the kiss as he tilts his head. Jin completely ignores the pain in his neck from leaning down for so long. Nothing will stop him from kissing the life out of you.
He tilts his head to achieve that better angle. His lips never tire of moving. They never tire of tasting your sweet mouth. That hand in the back of your neck guides you, complying with his every wish. While the other drags down your back, squeezing your curves along the way.
He’s hyperaware of the way your body reacts to him. Your face flushes warm, your hands grip him tight, closer and closer, your chest quickly rising and falling until you have to pull away. You’re no singer; your breath control is plainly average.
"Jin..." his name is the only thought you can formulate. You're lightheaded from a kiss that is far from simple. This is not what you expected from Jin, not that you’re complaining. He has your skin feeling on fire.
Jin is so merciful that he gives you a break. His slick lips kissing your cheek, your jaw, down your neck, sucking red bruises that’ll fade in a couple of hours. "You taste so fucking sweet," Jin's voice vibrates against your skin.
That's only the first kiss.
As feelings and familiarity continue to grow, the more intense Jin becomes. He's shameless about it. He is who he is, and he likes what he likes.
Seokjin would much rather have a steamy make-out session than a quickie. He would much rather have you grinding on his thigh as he swallows every precious sound you make. His tongue licking the roof of your mouth.
Small pecks are unacceptable. If you wish to touch his lips with yours, expect more than a peck, expect movement.
"I'm heading out now, Jinnie," you mention, approaching him from where he sits watching TV.
"Will you have dinner with your friends or should I make something?" He asks, pausing the TV and standing. He places his hands on your hips, swaying you lightly. Moments of domesticity quickly become scarce as his agenda fills up after enlistment. “You look beautiful.”
"I'll have dinner with the girls," you smile, grateful for his attentiveness. Leaning into him, you quickly peck his lips and step back to head out.
His hands don't budge, holding you in place. "Huh?" Looking up at him, you find him with furrowed eyebrows and a prominent pout, "What was that?" He asks firmly.
"A kiss?" You shrug, throwing him a questioning glance.
"You call that a kiss? Have I taught you nothing?" He says, exasperated, mouth agape with offense.
You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief, "Are you serious?"
"I am! Come here, it seems like you need another lesson in French Kissing 101," he chastises, hand on your cheek as his thumb caresses your cheek.
He ignores your pleas and complains that you'd be late, holding you still and dipping his head to press his pillowy lips on your talking ones. They are effective in silencing you. You're quickly swept away, briefly forgetting what you were supposed to be doing.
Expect wet, messy kisses day and night. He’s not scared of saliva. He wants that string between the two of you when he’s forced to pull away. Hell, he will spit in your mouth and kiss you after to get it back if you let him.
Adores pinching your cheeks so your lips pucker, the gesture riling him up more than he cares to admit. Such an adorable gesture was corrupted by him.
Let’s not forget how utterly beautiful you look afterward with mussed, tangled hair, lips of various shades of pink, and a heaving chest. He will wipe your wet lips himself, an action reserved solely for him; no one but him is allowed to touch your mouth.
For Kim Seokjin, kissing should be an Olympic sport. Kissing is very important for him emotionally, but it's such a physical thing. He will pour every ounce of energy he has into one. Eyes closed, hands restless, head tilting, jaw opening and closing, tongue licking. Must be one of the reasons his face and jaw are so defined.
You're a quick learner, taking tricks from his book and applying them yourself. The one that sends him spiraling and coming in his pants is lip biting. That fucker will bite your lips when he makes out with you, leaving them swollen and red. So when you copy him and pull at his bottom lip with your teeth, he's done.
Because, yes, if the make out is good enough and he has you grinding against him, he will cum in his pants. Not a care in the world.
At your most comfortable, when he's unable to reach and kiss you, you'll apply a thick layer of lip gloss that reminds him of how your lips look after a lengthy session on his couch to tease him. To deny Jin access to your lips is pure torture. As dramatic as it sounds, he would much rather have 24/7 dance drills than have restricted access to your lips.
Granted, there are other ways he can put his mouth to use, but those are stories for another day.
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Summary: I was living a perfectly, normal, mundane life.... So why in the HELL did Kim Seokjin walk into it and ruin it all for me???
Pairing: Idol!Jin x Female Reader
Rating: M (language and future sexual explicit scene)
Status: Complete
AN: With Jin's birthday around the corner, I had the inspiration to explore this story. The FMC is mentioned in my Namjoon-centric fic, "In the Middle of the Night". In my mind, I already had her and Jin's meet-cute made up, so I decided to write a short story centered on them. Enjoy! 💜💕
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This is not where I wanted to be. This is not where I needed to be. I needed to be at my desk, behind my monitor going over my project that was due tomorrow afternoon. Sure, I had finished it last week and all I had been doing lately was going over it and rehearsing it at least 10x a day, but there was no such thing as too much practice. I wanted to be prepping for tomorrow, not here where I was wasting precious time.
Not here, in this dressing room assisting my younger cousin as she went over different patterns and colors and textures. She was lucky I was such a good cousin and absolutely adored her. She had been given a last-minute opportunity at her job to show herself. If this project went great, then it could open more doors for her.
Because it had been last minute, everyone in her department wasn't answering. There was a bug going around and most were out sick. My cousin really didn't have another choice other than to call me and my sister for help. We came from a family of seamstresses, so we were familiar with the world she worked in.
Long ago I had made the choice to walk a different pathway than my family. I wanted a name for myself. I wanted to establish credibility due to my own personal talent that had nothing to do with my family's tie to fashion. Yet, here I was, helping my cousin at a style fitting that I knew was going to take at least two hours. She had stated it was for a very important figure in her company and had mentioned his name to us—he was some idol from a group that was apparently a big deal. Shame I didn't follow Kpop. My preference for music leaned more toward British rock and pop, so I had no idea who this Kim guy was.
"Be warned, the guy is incredibly handsome. Will probably have you mesmerized," warned my cousin.
My sister laughed. "Be serious." My sister also wasn't into Kpop. She mostly listened to alternative music--even when she was younger. She never knew any of the boy groups her friends were always obsessed over.
"Fine. Don't believe me. But never say I didn't warn you."
My sister and I shared a look and rolled our eyes.
"And you're sure it's not going to take more than two hours," I said with a tone full of irritation.
My cousin sent me a glare. "You've gone over your presentation at least a hundred times by now. How many more practices do you need?"
"At least a hundred more," I snapped back, not missing a beat.
"Unni, you need to give yourself a break," my sister said gently. "It'll do you some good to do something else other than obsess over this project."
"Yeah, like going out, drinking, and having some fun," my cousin muttered as she went over the outfits for the 50th time in the last hour.
I felt offended by this. "I have fun!"
"Not lately, you don't," my cousin accused with a slight pout. "You don't go out for drinks anymore."
A slight bit of guilt crept through me, but I tried to push it down as I gave my reasoning. "What do you want me to do, sachon? I'm incredibly close to a promotion. There is a position getting ready to open and I need to show that I'm capable. I've been working hard and diligent for over a year to get this."
"You've been working there since you graduated from university years ago. They know your loyalty and hard work," my sister tried to reason.
"There is no way they have overlooked how much talent you have as well," my cousin added.
They were trying to be kind and supportive. But in my field, that just wasn't going to be enough. I had tried telling them this in the past, but they never listened.
"You get too stressed out, unni. You've prepared enough for this project. You'll be fine," insisted my sister.
"Yeah, we can go out for drinks later to relieve some of the pressure," my cousin said excitedly.
"No way—" I began.
My cousin and sister immediately began to demand why I would reject their invitation so quickly.
However, before things got too chaotic, the door swung open, and in walked a very tall and dark-haired young man. My manners turned on automatically and I immediately switched to my polite persona. Just as I was getting ready to bow, I noticed the young man bow to us first. My cousin, sister, and I properly greeted the young idol.
My cousin made her way closer to him and introduced us. She made it clear we didn't work for the company and that we were here to help her out. She apologized for her boss being out sick and promised to do her best for him.
He gave her a kind smile. "I'm positive you will do well." He turned to my sister and then me.
The moment we locked eyes, I felt my breath stop in my chest. My heart fluttered and my entire skin began to shiver. He had the most gorgeous face. His dark, brown eyes were a perfectly round shape. His lips were plump and thick. His cheekbones met his jawline at the perfect angle.... Damn, my cousin had been right. This guy was incredibly handsome.
"My name is Seokjin, but everyone calls me Jin," his voice was honey-sweet sounding.
I snapped out of it and gave a bow, giving him my name.
"Pretty name fits the face," he said under his breath. And then a look of shock and embarrassment swept over his face. I had a feeling he hadn't meant to say that out loud.
His compliment sent a blush across my cheeks and at seeing his neck turn a bright red, I turned away and pretended not to see.
I had been called "pretty" a few times in my life. I honestly believed I was an average-looking person. I wasn't tall, I wasn't anywhere near skinny, and my face was very bland. The only ones who had ever called me pretty were my family and friends. A boyfriend or two had said it to me but that was only when I dolled up for dates. Today, I didn't have much makeup on, so I was very taken aback by this guy's—Jin—words.
I wasn't sure if my cousin had heard him or not, but if she had she was doing a good job of pretending she hadn't. She immediately started going over the selected wardrobe and planning which outfits he should be trying on.
Doing my best to stay in the background, I did some prep work away from them. My sister caught my eye once and gave me a teasing smile. Well, she definitely had heard him.
After Jin got into his first fitting, my cousin called me over to make some adjustments.
As I worked on his legs and pinned them to a better length, he asked me what year I was born. He then gave me his year; I was older, but not by much. He went on to ask me more personal questions as he switched outfits. The questions didn't feel intrusive or inappropriate. However, the more we talked, the more I was aware he didn't seem to be asking my cousin or sister as many questions as he was asking me. Of course, he was polite and spoke to them, but it appeared he was zoning in on me for some reason.
Keeping my eyes on him through the full-length mirror in front of us, I asked how comfortable he felt in the outfit he had on. We were near finishing. I had taken no notice we had passed the two-hour mark.
He brought his arms up and moved them around, testing the jacket he had on. "Is there a way to tighten around the shoulders? That's the second money-maker, so I want to be sure to showcase it."
I had gotten accustomed to his light and funny tone already. I could tell he was joking, but serious. For maybe the 100th time with him, I laughed. "What's the first money-maker?" I asked, not being able to help myself.
"My face, of course," he said with seriousness. His eyes met mine through the mirror and my heart did that flutter thing again.
Feeling my face get red—again—I pulled my face away and focused on the task he had asked of me. I tightened the material around his shoulders more.
"What? You don't agree?" he demanded in an almost-whiny tone.
The giggle came out of me.
"Don't you know what they call me?" His head turned towards me, giving me a perfect view of his beautiful profile.
I felt my breath catch in my lungs. "What?" I asked, not being able to help myself. My eyes got pulled into his perfect jawline.
"Worldwide Handsome." His voice was so low and sounded like butter.
My eyes moved north on his face, taking in his striking cheekbones, linear nose, thick eyebrows, and gorgeous round eyes. "I can see why," I breathed out.
A smile tugged at his lips and he cocked an eyebrow, looking quite pleased with something. "It sounds better, right?"
"Better?" I asked, finding myself very lost.
"Than 'Car Door Guy'." He pulled his face away, loosening the control he had over me.
"What?" I asked, completely confused. I shook my head, trying to regain consciousness.
His eyes went wide, and suddenly, that suave persona melted away as he gave the most genuine look of disbelief. "Can you believe that's how they first called me? Look at this face. The most handsome face in all of the country and that's what they wanted to call me?"
The overdramatic theatrics had me laughing again.
"I mean, between that and Third Guy From the Left, I'm not sure which is worse," he went on with a pout.
"What are you talking about?" I asked through my laughter.
"Don't you know? Those are the names they gave me?"
"Who's 'they'?"
"'They', the media of course."
"Why do you say 'of course' as if I should know this?" My stomach was seriously hurting from laughing so much. I wasn't sure how he was making me feel so at ease. I barely knew the guy.
"You should know this. I'm not Worldwide Handsome for no reason. You should know about me," he insisted in a teasing tone.
"Sorry, but I haven't heard anything about 'Worldwide Handsome'."
"Maybe that's because I just came up with it," he said as he laughed at himself.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute. So you call yourself that, but no one else does?"
He paused to think and waited a good long moment before he answered. He placed his finger on his chin and gave a facial feature as if he was thinking. "When you say it that way, I think I understand what you mean...." He snapped his fingers as if he fingered out his dilemma. "I got it. I'll start calling myself that in interviews. that way, it picks up." He reached over and gave my shoulder a light touch. "Thank you so much. I owe you all my gratitude." He gave a slight bow.
My laughter had gotten too out of control. I started to clutch my stomach. Jin joined in and let out a weird sound. It only made it harder to breathe.
"Are you laughing at my laugh?" he asked in mock horror.
I could only nod.
In the distance, the sound of the door opening could be heard. Figuring it was either my cousin or sister, I ignored it.
"The members say it sounds like a windshield wiper," he managed to let out.
My feet joined in on the joy and stomped on the ground.
Jin's body was also fully embedded in the comedy. He reached out and gave me a slight shove. I felt my knees give a little and I took a step back. Suddenly, I lost my footing and began to tumble back.
Hands reached out to me and took hold of my arms, but it was too late. I was already falling.
The giggles died off as I felt something hard dig into my lower back. A warm liquid traveled under my leg.
"Noona, are you ok?" Jin's voice sounded alarmed and worried.
Finally, I reacted. "Ow."
"Hyung, let's get her up," said a deep voice.
I looked up to see a fairly tall, good-looking guy on the other side of me. He had eyes that could melt anyone with a simple look. Whoever dared put eyeliner on him should be arrested. He looked damn-near lethal.
The sound of the door opening now made sense. It had been this guy who had walked in.
"What hurts?" asked Jin, his face coming into view. His eyes were wide with worry.
A groan came out of me. "My pride," I said honestly.
The hot guy let out a small chuckle. "Is it ok if we help you up?"
I nodded.
Jin and the hot guy pulled me up with ease. Jin insisted I sit down.
The hot guy gave me a formal greeting. "My name is Taehyung."
I greeted him back and gave him my name. "Nice to meet you."
"I wish it was in better circumstances," he said with a smile that looked almost predatory.
A blush crept along my neck.
"Back up, Taehyung," Jin's voice sounded snappy and chilly. Nothing like he had sounded before.
Taehyung giggled, his smile turning boxy and boyish. "I'm sorry, am I overstepping?"
Jin rolled his eyes and pushed Taehyung back as he kneeled down. "I am so sorry, noona. Are you ok?" His face was still concerned.
I gave another nod. But he didn't look convinced.
I was about to answer him verbally, but another voice pulled our attention.
"Unni..." the voice sounded alarmed.
We all turned to the voice, which had come from the location I had fallen. And I saw why my sister sounded so concerned.
I had landed on my bag. My bag which contained my laptop. My bag which had been located next to my coffee. The liquid had not only spilled underneath me, but had managed to spill inside my bag. My laptop was now drenched in coffee. Ruined. My project. My promotion. My job!
My eyes slowly met Kim Seokjin's. He looked like a lamb about to get slaughtered.
Korea and the world might be fully in love with Kim Seokjin.
requested by anon (lol although I know who it is now 👀👀) - a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post! thanks for the fun prompt!
Pairing: Jin x reader
Premise: Three words: competitive. escape. room.
Warnings: none. what you are about to witness is pure fluff.
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"JEON JUNGKOOK GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!” You shout as you watch the maknae of the group scrambling from one end of the room to the other. “You too, Seokjin! I’m not about to spend my paycheck buying someone’s dinner!”
Taehyung cackles, giving you a high-five as you run past him, carrying a small portrait in your hands and hanging it up on the opposite wall. You stare at it for a moment before rotating it 90 degrees. An audible click sounds in the small room, and Jungkook lets out a shout of triumph.
In the escape room next door you can hear Yoongi, Namjoon, Hobi, and Jimin collectively groaning in annoyance.
It’s like music to your ears.
You grin, rushing to the door that has just unlocked. It looks like there's only one room left, which is all the better. There’s no way you’re going to be roped into buying dinner for the opposing team. Not when you barely make above minimum wage and have sold your soul to the devil that is higher education.
Jin isn’t displaying quite the same amount of vigor the other two boys are, instead he’s caught in the middle of the room while the rest of you rush out, making you turn back to him with an arched brow. He’s staring at you with wide eyes, clearly lost inside him own head.
Ears turning a little red at being caught staring, Jin clears his throat and follows after you into the next room. Together, the four of you begin to scour the room for clues.
Jin grins at your enthusiasm, making a mental note to thank Sejin for bailing at the last second on their afternoon together. As an apology he sent you in his stead, claiming that you were sure to put Namjoon’s team in their place once and for all.
“Tae, can you reach that book up there?” You ask so politely that it has Jin wondering if you’re the same person that was just shouting orders mere seconds ago.
Either way, Jin doesn’t care. The only thing he knows is that he’s a goner.
“I-I’ll get it,” Jin curses himself for his nervous stutter, but brushes it off. “Which book?”
Taehyung and Jungkook share a knowing look, grinning like school children. What neither you nor Jin know is that Sejin didn’t “accidentally bail”. No, he sent you as a part of a larger plot.
For weeks, Sejin has been going on and on about you and how you’re a perfect match for the eldest member of BTS. He’d wanted to prove it, so naturally he’d created the perfect scenario.
You, and all seven members of BTS at an escape room. Competing against each other.
And somehow ending up on the same team as an unsuspecting Seokjin who had immediately turned a little red when you greeted him.
Needless to say, Taehyung and Jungkook knew that things were going along quite nicely.
“Here you go,” Jin says, passing you the red book you had immediately set your eye on. You smile up at him tentatively, overjoyed when he returns the smile with his own dazzling one.
Together the two of you bring the book over to the table in the middle of the room and begin leafing through it while Jungkook and Taehyung busy themselves with other tasks.
Jin doesn’t want to admit that he hasn’t looked at a single page of this book. He’s been too busy marveling at the way your eyes light up and what it does to his heart. Without even thinking about it, he stands a little closer to you. Hopefully you won’t notice.
You definitely do, but you’re not complaining. Especially not as Jin leans down to point something out on the page and he almost completely covers you with his body.
“You see, this page looks like a map of the room,” Jin says quietly, for your ears only. “Do you think it might have some hints hidden in it?”
You suck on your lower lip, nodding along. “Ooh, very smart Seokjin. But...why are we whispering?”
Jin smiles, the action enough to nearly knock you off of your feet. “Well...how about we team up? Just the two of us? We’ll split the reward.”
Rolling your eyes, you turn to face him, heart rate picking up at the way Jin’s eyes slowly trace the lines of your face. He’s close enough that all it would take is getting up on your tippy-toes -
“If you wanted to ask her out to dinner, just say it hyung.”
The spell is broken by Jungkook’s giggles as Taehyung smirks at his brother from the opposite end of the table. As though dunked in freezing water, the both of you jump back.
“What?” Jin gasps, feigning innocence. “Why were you two listening in on our conversation?! I get no respect-”
“Hyung,” Jungkook interrupts. “You do realize that we’re in a very small room, right?”
“Yeah, but-”
“Anyways,” you cut in, “Let’s finish this thing and win! Hurry up, Jungkook. Haven’t you guys found anything?”
It takes another agonizing eight minutes to bust out of the room, Taehyung and Jungkook running through the door at lightning speed. You laugh at their reaction, falling into step beside Jin and walking at a leisurely pace.
You’re about three steps away from the door and sweet, sweet victory when Jungkook jumps up and closes it on you.
Jin leaps forward, pounding at the door and laughing. “Yah! Open up!”
Jungkook’s muffled voice is heard from the other side. “Not until you ask her out like a man!”
If you could melt through the floor, you would. You laugh awkwardly, putting your head in your hands. Jin continues knocking on the door, slowly losing his original vigor.
Once he falls silent in his pleas you look up to see him already looking at you. The expression on his face makes him look a little lost, but he swallows thickly before speaking with assumed confidence.
“I...there’s really no pressure, but if you wanted to, I’d love to-”
The sounds of the other group exiting their escape room cuts Jin off, making him turn an even brighter shade of red.
“Where’s the rest of your team?” Hobi asks. Taehyung and Jungkook laugh darkly.
“Spending some alone time on the other side of that door.”
Jin whips around, prepared to knock the door down. “Taehyung-ah! You take that back right now or so help me I’ll....I’ll...” He turns to you with a shocked expression. “Quick, I need something intimidating.”
Stepping up beside Jin, you join him in pounding the door. “Or we’ll cut holes into all of your socks!”
Jin laughs, the sound making you laugh along with him. “Yeah! Watch it!”
Looking up at Jin, you give him a little nudge. “Hey.”
He pauses for a moment, his face red from the exertion. “Yeah?”
“Aren’t you gonna ask me out?”
Tension dissolving from his body in an instant, Jin gives you a genuine smile. A little timid at first, but growing until he can no longer contain his glee.
Hello! I love your fics, you're such a great writer! Could i request a smut where Jin gets jealous of the reader playing around with another member?
Hello, anon! As requested! And thank you!
Genre: smut, angst if you squint
Pairing: idol!Jin x reader
Warnings: unprotected sex, exhibitionism
Summary: The guys are all back together after Christmas and celebrating Tae’s birthday. Jimin calls you over for a little chat that Jin feels was a little too personal for his taste. Once the entire dorm is asleep, Jin teaches you a lesson about you letting other people touch his things.
It was Taehyung’s birthday and the first day they all hadoff together in a while. Since everyone had celebrated Christmas at home, youwere finally able to get together to celebrate both. All the boys werecollected around the table in their dorm laughing uncontrollably at a storyHobi was telling. You stood nearby watching on, drink in hand, and laughingalong with them. Jimin turned around and spotted you standing at the counter.
“____!” he called out to you while patting the spot on thelong bench next to him. “Come sit down!”
You happily obliged as the beaming blonde’s eyes disappearedinto his smile. He then pulled himself away from the banter to focus solely onyou.
“How was your Christmas? It’s been so long since I’ve seenyou,” he said angling his body towards you.
You look a long drink out of your glass before setting itdown. “Actually, it wasn’t too bad. Normally my family drives me insane, but Ispent it with both them and Jin’s family.”
“Did you tally how many bad jokes he told?”
You reached into your bag that you had set by the tableearlier and pulled out a small piece of paper and handed it to him.
“As promised,” you smiled.
He unfolded it to find 12 tally marks. Before Christmasvacation, he had asked you to count how many jokes Jin told to his family. Hequickly threw his arms around your neck in excitement.
“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” he laughed.
You did what you would instinctively do and hugged him backwith just as much glee, but that was the moment you caught Jin’s eye across thetable. He was no longer laughing and upon glancing down you saw his whiteknuckle grip on his glass. Pushing Jimin back from you, you smiled at him andgave yourself small distance from him as you scooted down the bench. He didn’tseem to notice as he turned to join the conversation again and you went back tosipping on your drink. A glance every now and then in Jin’s direction told youhe was upset. He wouldn’t look at you and his jaw would flex every time hetightened it. You could tell that he was gritting his teeth and trying to playalong in the conversation, but his mind wasn’t in it. Surely, you talking toJimin hadn’t pissed him off? You had known them all for years and they werelike brothers to you.
It was late in the night when you decided it was time foryou to head back before the buses stopped running. You glanced around to seeTaehyung and Jungkook draped across one another on the couch, Yoongi had longsince gone to his own bedroom, Namjoon was sitting up in an arm chair passedout, and Jimin had more than likely crawled into bed alongside Hobi. Jin had wanderedoff down the hallway earlier and you decided it was best to just leave him besince he seemed to be in a mood. You shrugged your coat on in the hallway andwas just about to pull on your shoes when you felt a tight grip on your upperarm.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Jin said lowly behindyou.
You turned around, moving your arm so that his grip slippedfrom you. “Home.”
“Why?”
“It’s late and the buses will stop running soon. Why else?”
“You’re not staying?” His face was still passive, displayingno emotion as he looked you in the eyes.
“Why should I?” you challenged him.
“Because you don’t know how to behave yourself.”
“Excuse me?” You were thoroughly pissed now. “You ignored me all night.”
“Only because you seemed to be having a good enough timewith Jimin.”
“What?”
“Oh, don’t play coy, _______. You and Jimin were all buddybuddy,” he said with a flit of his fingers, “at the end of the table earlier. Heeven hugged you after you were both done having your private conversation.”
“Are you kidding me right now? I’m done having this,” you said as you gestured betweenyou, “conversation.” You turned to continue putting on your shoes when hegrabbed your arm again.
He was quick as he walked you backward and had you pinnedagainst the door, his hand at your throat.
“You’re not going anywhere until I teach you a lesson,______,” he said hotly against your ear.
You were pissed off, but fuck this was hot right now. Hepushed your legs apart with his leg and pushed his knee against your achingcenter. Involuntarily, you trembled.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Showing you what happens when you do things like you didearlier.”
“Then stop playing around and show me,” you challenged him.
He pushed his knee harder against you as his grip on yourthroat tightened. He lips came down hard on yours and you moaned into the kiss.Down the hallway you heard the tell tale sign of Jungkook moving around in hissleep; the youngest seemingly like to thrash in his sleep. Taehyung let out alow moan as his sleep was interrupted, but the living room was quickly envelopedin silence again.
You pulled your head away to whisper to Jin. “We should g-gosomewhere else.”
“And why would we do that? You better stay quiet then.”
You swallowed thickly as Jin only loosened his grip on yourthroat slightly.
“Did you wear this skirt for me or for Jimin?” he asked in awhisper as his hand traveled up your thigh and underneath.
“You. Always for you.”
He gripped one side of your underwear and tugged them down,letting them fall to your ankles and you stepped out of one side. His hand wentback under your skirt to cup your heat and then he started to slowly run hisfingers over you, collecting your arousal now coming out on his hand beforereaching to circle your clit. Your mouth opened to let out an uncontrollablemoan when Jin quickly slapped his hand over your mouth to muffle it.
“I told you to stay quiet,” he said never stopping his movementson your clit. You shook your head in agreement under his hand. “Do you want theguys to know how dirty you are getting finger fucked in the hallway?” You shookyour head no as you pursed your lips together, willing yourself not to make asound.
“Alright, baby, I’m going to fuck you against this door andit’s your job not to wake anyone up.” He undid his pants enough to pull himselfout and with that he grabbed you under the ass and lifted you up with your backagainst the door. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as hepushed against your shoulder for support so that he could line himself up withyour entrance. Slowly, he pulled your hips down on him.
“Remember your promise,” he said before moving inside of you.He started slow at first and the initial stretch had you squirming to distractyourself from making any sounds. Before too long his chest was flush withyours, placing hot kisses along your collarbone, and gripped your hips harshlyas he fucked up into you without abandon. You tasted blood on your tongue asyou bit your lip to stifle your moans. Jin ground himself down on you hopingfor you to reach your end before he did, and it was fast approaching. Somethingabout the idea of being caught had your eyes rolling back into your head.
“Are you going to come for me?” he whispered against yourneck.
All you could do was shake your head fervently, too afraidto open your mouth. This time he pulled out as far as physically possible oneach thrust and made sure each one hit home harshly. Your breath quickenedabove him and he knew you were close. He began placing open mouthed kisses toevery inch of available skin and before you knew it you were shaking and comingundone in his arms. It took a few more thrusts into your now extremely wet heatto have Jin coming inside of you. Shakily, you relaxed your legs from aroundhim and let them drop back down still letting most of your weight lean againstthe door. Jin leaned down and grabbed your underwear from the floor and let youstep into them before sliding them back up. He reached to pat your hair downand brush imaginary dirt off your shoulder before caressing your cheek.
“Did you learn your lesson?” he asked.
All you could do was gulp and shake your head inaffirmation.
“Good,” he said doing up his pants. “And you’re staying heretonight. I might need to teach you manners on a few other matters, plus thebuses quit running thirty minutes ago.”
051. "i wasn't planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. will you marry me?"
Seokjin was an open book. Ah, wait. Let’s rephrase that. Seokjin was an open book that revealed most of everything to the world except the tiny words in between like a lawyer would warn to use a magnifying glass over to read all of the fine print. Not everyone had the privilege of owning that particular object. It took trust and comfort to achieve that and time and dedication to prove to him that yes, you like his personality more than his face. And little did you know, you had that magnifying glass from the moment you met him.
Easily, anything and everything you could want to know about Seokjin was handed over to you just like that. Sometimes it would take more than just asking. There are days where arguments let you learn something about him and yourself. There will be times where you’d have to make mistakes to find out that they can be fixed together and some... alone. In the mix of loving Seokjin there was pain, tears, agony and loneliness and sometimes altogether in one day or a month and months when he’s away.
But... there was also happiness, laughter, soft phrases whispered into your ears that kept you up at night and also the ones that repeated until you fell asleep. There are moments you can’t describe because it feels so surreal to be by his side and then there are ones that you see everyday and won’t appreciate it until that’s the only thing you see when you walk around your empty home made for two.
Anyway, none of that mattered when you’re actually with him. These thoughts never have the chance to pop up or come around when he looks at you and all you can think about are the things that revolve around him. Be it if he took out the trash or if he had enough rest before heading to work.
Tonight felt different.
It’s different because you can’t feel your heart beating when the words he’s saying only processes in your mind after echoing for a few times.
“Marry me, Y/N,”
On top of a rooftop where the skies are quiet and the streets surprisingly muted for the night. His hand in yours and you gaze down with your mouth opening and closing, unable to say anything and the only thing you can do is stare at the ring he’s holding up. When you’re able to digest everything, you look up to him with a word that makes him laugh - even if it’s the one he wasn’t expecting to hear.
“W-What?”
He laughs, and it feels like the moon itself came down to let his eyes form the crescents that make your heart swoon. He’s prepared for this, somehow. Squeezing your hand and looking down to your hand as he strokes it gently, his words following his suit.
“I know I said that I... wasn’t ready for marriage yet. But I thought about it hard and long and when I thought about my future and who I saw myself with,” Seokjin looks up to you and that’s the same time you do too, “I saw you,” Past your erratic heartbeat, you feel the pressure Seokjin feels on your hand as he holds it tight, “Only you,”
“I... I’m a hard person to please, Kim Seokjin,”
He laughs, because it’s true.
“I know,”
“I can get fussy sometimes,”
“I know that too,”
“I... I’ll nag at you a lot,”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,”
“...shit, I guess I have no other choice then now, do I?”
Seokjin laughs because he knows what your answer is. And you’ve already given it the moment you started giving him reasons to back out on his proposal. He quietly reveals rings and rings that he slips one on your finger, the other on his own and the emotions hit you harder than your tears fall from your eyes.
“Y-You had it all planned - you - fucking - oh my god...”
He fills the spaces of your fingers with his own, relishing on the feeling of being able to feel your ring pressed to his skin and now you feel the same about that, too. In your mind, at least. Where your sobbing doesn’t get in the way of trying to describe how you feel.
Summary: I was living a perfectly, normal, mundane life.... So why in the HELL did Kim Seokjin walk into it and ruin it all for me???
Pairing: Idol!Jin x Female Reader
Rating: M (language and sexually explicit scene)
Status: Complete
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While Seokjin’s schedule remained busier than ever, he never forgot to call or send a message by the end of each day. We saw each other a couple of times during the week—mostly, it was me who went to go visit him at work.
Due to my new position at work, the pay increase came with hour and responsibility increase. I was great at my job and managed to shuffle everything very well. I was lucky to have a great team behind me. They knew I was in a new relationship and were kind to ensure I left at a decent hour. Seokjin’s identity remained a hidden secret. They knew he worked in the entertainment industry, but never pushed to know further details. Another thing I was grateful to my team for: their respect for my privacy.
The only people who knew I was dating an idol were my sister, cousin, and parents. My parents didn’t know nor care about Seokjin’s popularity. The thing my father cared most about was if Jin was a good son.
“Did you graduate from university?” Was the very first question my father asked Seokjin upon meeting him.
“Appa!” I scolded my father.
Seokjin gave a few blinks, a habit I came to find he had when he got uncomfortable. It was rare to see it, especially lately. He always exhibited confidence and had an easiness around me. I couldn’t help but feel protective as my father came at him so aggressively.
Seokjin, however, kept composed and explained he had graduated from university early last year after years of postponement due to his busy idol schedule.
“I wanted to ensure my parents could proudly claim their son is a graduate. It was important to me to fulfill my education for my parents,” Jin answered with the utmost politeness.
My mother’s face beamed at hearing this and I felt my heart expand. Seokjin had mentioned several times education was important to him, but idiot me had never thought to ask why. I just assumed it was for self-satisfaction. Seokjin wasn’t a liar, so I didn't doubt what he had told my father was true. And it only made me fall in love with him even more.
My sister was being incredibly nosy and just observing from the background, happy to be a fly in the wall.
My father’s face looked satisfied but still continued to question Jin.
As the evening continued, Jin's charisma won over my mother, which was not shocking. She was elated to learn Jin could cook. My father took a little longer to ease up. However, somewhere in the middle of dinner, he had my father laughing at some of his jokes. My sister and Jin had met before several times, so they were already friendly with each other.
Jin stopped blinking so much after that. And I felt at ease.
While my parents were talking amongst themselves, I felt Jin's hand cover mine under the table. He gave me a gentle squeeze.
I turned to him, giving him a smile of appreciation. I had expressed to him how important my parents were. I had only brought home one other boyfriend, so it was a pretty big deal that he was meeting them.
He gave me a quick wink before squeezing my hand again.
*********
"Are you using protection?" My mother asked later that night.
Seokjin had left a bit ago. He stayed for several hours after dinner, talking nonstop to my parents. When he didn't hesitate in helping clean, my father gave a nod of approval. And despite me no longer living at home, I stayed behind at my parents' out of respect as he left.
I knew it wouldn't look good to my father if Seokjin and I were left alone tougher this late in the night. Their neighbors would surely notice.
My mother was a little more modern and easygoing. I knew she wouldn't have cared.
Despite her more liberal way of thinking, though, her question still threw me off. "What?" I asked, baffled.
My mother laughed at me. "Oh, don't pretend you're not having sex with that young man."
My sister giggled in the background.
Of course, her assumptions were right. Seokjin and I were sexually active. We had been for a few weeks now. However, sex was not a subject I spoke so openly about my mother. I didn't think she believed I was a virgin, especially at my age and the fact that I lived alone, but she had never been this blunt before.
"Yes, we're using protection," I answered her, looking away as I felt my cheeks get warm.
"Good," she said.
There was a moment of long silence before my sister broke it. "How's the sex?"
I turned to her, stunned she would ask this so openly in front of our mother. I chided her.
She let out a laugh. "Oh, come on. Don't be shy with Mom. I've told Mom about how much I enjoy sex with my boyfriend. You've shared a few stories with me before."
She was right. My sister and I did openly discuss sex—we didn't get into any dirty details, but we did share stories. However, I still hadn't said much about Jin. It was different with him, I felt.
"I don't think it's ok to discuss our sex life," I said honestly.
"Why not?" my sister asked.
"He's an idol," I answered. "He values his privacy. I don't want to break that trust."
"You think he hasn't talked about your bedroom endeavors with his members?" my sister challenged.
I only felt warmer with more embarrassment at this thought. My past boyfriends all had best friends which whom I was sure he would discuss our sex life with, but that was only a couple of guys they talked to. Jin had six members. That would be a lot of people knowing our business.
"Do you think he would share everything with them?" my mother asked, catching onto my concern.
I thought about it for only a moment. "No. I don't think he would give too many details. He's pretty private, even with the guys. But I suppose he would have told them all something about us."
"How does that make you feel?" my mother asked, keeping her eyes on me, trying to catch any look of discomfort probably. She was always so observant.
I never rushed with answering my mother's questions. I fully thought things through. She didn't like my sister and I answered her dishonestly. After thinking for a bit, I was certain of my answer. "As long as it's not something incredibly detailed and sensitive, I'm ok with it. I can't tell him not to share—those are his friends. We both should have the liberty to do so. Again, as long as it is not too detailed."
"So, can you answer whether or not the sex is good or not?" my sister pressed again with a shit grin on her face.
I sent her a glare.
My mother laughed. She got up from her seat. "I'll get out of the room so you two girls can speak freely," she said as she sent my sister a wink.
She wished us both goodnight and left the room.
My sister took my hand and dragged me to our old room. Like me, she no longer lived at home but had decided to stay the night as well.
Without my mother in the room, I felt comfortable talking about the subject. I loved my mother, but I certainly wasn't ready to be that open with her...not yet, anyway. "We've done it several times now."
"And how is it?" she asked excitedly.
I thought about the right words. "He's very sweet. Considerate. Gentle."
My sister waited patiently at first, but when I didn't continue, she pushed. "Does he make sure you...cross the finish line?"
"Yes. He makes sure I get there before he does." I had a previous boyfriend who didn't consider me very much in the bedroom. My sister had warned me about him on that fact alone. She ended up being right. I eventually learned the guy was a selfish prick. I knew my sister was checking for any red and green flags in asking these questions.
"That's a good sign," she said with a smile.
I nodded, smiling a little myself. A thought I had several times popped into my head, but I pushed it away. It wasn't a nice thing to think and I felt almost ashamed of it.
My sister, knowing me all too well, recognized something was up. "What is it? Is something about the sex not fulfilling?"
I took a breath, trying to find the best way to phrase it. "He's very sweet and gentle," I repeated. "But..."
"But what?" my sister pressed a little.
"But he's a little too gentle? Don't get me wrong, I orgasm every time. He makes sure of it. But he's not...fully giving it," I said and gave my sister a knowing look as I emphasized the words. I hoped she understood what I was trying to say. I loved Seokjin but saying something this personal about him made me feel a bit uncomfortable.
My sister didn't get it at first, but she caught on. Her eyes went wide in shock. "Is he big?" she asked bluntly.
God, I don't think I've ever felt so flushed. "Yeah," I let out as I fanned myself. The image of Seokjin's...package came to view. He had been blessed with a nice-sized junk—the biggest I've ever seen.
The first night we had done it, I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared. I think he might have caught on because he didn't fully enter me. The first several times, he entered me a little more. However, he now no longer pushed further. And I felt I could take more, but didn't know how to tell him this.
I explained all of this to my sister.
And while I was embarrassed at first talking about this with my sister, I was grateful I did it. Talking it all the way through with my sister, I was comforted in knowing I wasn't horrible for thinking what I was thinking. While I enjoyed sex with Seokjin, I also wasn't fully satisfied. I craved for more and he wasn't giving it.
After a long night of discussion, I came up with a plan on how to handle the situation. I just had to wait for the perfect time.
*********
Jin was going to be gone from Seoul for over a month. I managed to get some time off and joined him during his travels.
Some of the members had girlfriends and we were all given a room together. Of course, none of us girls stayed in the room. We all spend our nights with our respective boyfriends. Thankfully, we were all put in the same hall, so it was easy to travel back and forth between my room and Jin's.
One of those nights, I decided to follow through on my plan.
We were on his hotel bed heavily making out when I realized this was the right time.
He was fully on top of me, pressing his bulge against my core. His hands were under my shirt and bra, playing with my nipples. His lips were sucking on my neck, whispering to me how beautiful I looked to him.
My body moved underneath his, reacting to everything he was doing. The feel of his tongue licking my skin sent shivers everywhere. But I forced my head and body to focus. I needed to take charge tonight. I was determined to not allow another night to go by without fully knowing him.
Putting pressure on his shoulders, he got on his knees. I wasn't strong enough to get him off me, but he understood what I was trying to do and moved for me.
He stared at me with a bit of confusion.
However, his confusion was short-lived when I sat up and pressed on his shoulders. "Lay down," I ordered, putting as much conviction in my voice. I wanted to appear confident tonight. If I faltered in any way, this wouldn't work out. Jin would notice the hesitancy as shyness and would do everything in his power to put me at ease. And then he would be in control again.
Seokjin's lips turned upward, liking how I gave him an order. He did as he was told and looked up at me, a twinkle in his eye.
As I stared down at him, I discovered a mistake. I had forgotten step 1. Dammit. "Take off your clothes."
He reached down at the edges of his shirt and pulled it off, the smallest chuckle coming out. "Wouldn't it have been better for me to undress before you ordered me to lay down?" he teased.
"Shut up," I said, wanting to smack him.
He let out a laugh as he pulled at his pants. "Gonna need you to move, gongjunim."
His use of endearment made me pause for a moment. He only recently started calling me that. I had never been one to use cute nicknames for my exes and they in turn never used them on me. But like everything else with Kim Seokjin, this was different.
I had never felt like a princess and had never even pretended to be one even when I was a little girl. I had never been into tiaras and dress-ups when I was younger. When Jin first used it on me, I didn't know what to make of it. I didn't know if I liked it or if it bothered me. However, I quickly noticed that he treated me with such care and adoration. It made me feel like he meant it when he called me princess. And that only made me love him more.
Damn, he was good.
"Gongjunim?" he asked, getting my attention.
"Huh?" I asked, forgetting what we were doing.
He openly giggled at me. "May you please move your gorgeous body for just a little bit, so your servant may abide by your orders?"
I looked down and noticed with me on top, he couldn't pull down his pants properly.
"Oh," I said pathetically and moved.
He laughed a little harder as he removed his bottoms.
This time, I did smack him. "Don't ruin it," I pouted. I wanted to be in control and assertive tonight. His laughing was not part of the plan. Because I was sure I would then start laughing. And then the night wouldn't be sexy like I wanted it to be.
He let out a final laugh and kissed my forehead. "Sorry." He laid back down. "Do with me what you will."
I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling my lips turning up. I was starting to feel a light laugh come out of me, but I was determined to squash it.
Placing my legs on other side of his hips, I immediately went back to work. Without hesitation, I took undressed while kneeling above him. His laughter quickly died once he noticed the matching pink lingerie. I could hear a moan coming out of him.
Smiling triumphantly, I began to grind against him, moving my hips slowly.
His hands were instantly on me, taking hold of my hips and digging into my skin.
We stayed like that for a while, building our arousal. I felt him grow underneath me and saw his precut soak through his underwear.
Biting on my lip, I reached down and pulled at his material. Moving his underwear, his thick and long member sprung out. The first time I saw it, it scared me a little, but now looking at it, I could only see beauty. It was so long and rough and hard. A few veins popped out of it, making it look bigger. The precum coming out of it was a pearly white. It looked good enough to eat.
But that was for another time. I had given him a blow job a few times and I had enjoyed it every time. But I knew if I went there tonight, he would for sure take over. Every time my mouth made it around his penis, it would never stay there for too long. Seokjin never allowed himself to finish in my mouth.
Another time, I promised myself.
I reached to the head of his penis and touched it, letting his precum smear all over my palm.
He let out a groan underneath me.
While my hand began to work on his shaft, my eyes moved to his facial features. I wanted to catch every expression that came out of him.
I had a small hand and my dainty fingers couldn't wrap fully around his girth. Putting spit on my other hand, I placed it on the base and moved it in the same rhythm as the one on his mushroom-shaped head.
Seokjin's eyes were now halfway closed, and his mouth opened with some drool at the edge of it. His breaths were fast but low-sounding.
My hands went up and down slowly on him, twisting a little now and then. My grip was somewhat firm but mostly loose. More precum leaked out of him and I used it to my advantage. I squeezed a little every once in a while, making him shake a bit. I didn't want him to cum just yet. My plan was to squeeze as many fluids out of him without him having an orgasm so I could use the fluids to help me fully take him. I figured if we were both drenched, the process would be easier. And my pussy was really wet at the moment. Seeing how much pleasure I was giving Seokjin, was turning me on as well.
I felt how his shaft was starting to pulse a little more, so I slowed myself down. I reached over to the nightstand where we kept the condoms. I needed to find better birth control for myself. I had tried three different kinds throughout my sexually active years, but my body never reacted well to them.
Seokjin insisted he didn't mind using condoms, but I just always found it more of a hassle. We always had to worry about having them.
Tearing open the wrapper, I put the rubber on, pulling at the tip.
This is it, I told myself.
Reaching around me I took off my bra.
Seokjin took my lead and fully took off his underwear. This time, he managed to do it without needing me to get off him. Where there was a will, there was a way.
I started to shimmy my panties off.
"What's so funny?" he asked curiously, his hands coming back to my hips.
I bit back my smile. "Nothing," I lied.
Taking hold of his shaft, I dropped a nice amount of spit on it to get it more lubricated.
As I pumped Jin a few more times, his fingers found their way to my lower lips. I let out a gasp as a couple of his fingers began to stroke my entrance.
"You're drenched, gongjunim." The deepness of his voice only made my pussy squirt out a bit of fluid.
God, he needed to be inside me quickly. Before I completely lost it.
I moved his hand out of the way as I positioned him at my entrance.
"Wait, I need to work on you back," he said, his hands stilling my hips.
"You said I was drenched," I reminded him. "I'm ready."
"You sure?" he asked sweetly, completely forgetting his throbbing member that was in my hand and desperately wanting to gain access to my opening.
I nodded, and then pushed down on his pretty, pink head. I looked down at it, watching as it disappeared inside me.
We both let out a moan in unison.
After a couple of inches were inside of me, I moved my hips up, then sank back down a few inches. I then came back up only to move slowly down a little further.
I worked my way down little by little.
After half of him was inside me, I took a breath. I wanted to take the rest of him in one go.
Seokjin read my mind. His hands stopped me, holding me still. "No."
With force, I pulled his hands off me. "I want it all," I breathed out as I sank the rest of the way down.
I felt a sting as I was stretched as I had never been before. My walls pulsed around him, desperately wanting more room.
Seokjin sat up, a look of concern. "Unnie-ah?"
I let out a moan then took a breath. "So much," I said to him, my voice sounding strained.
I could feel him try to move out of me.
"No! Just...wait," I said.
He stilled for me.
For a long moment, we stayed this way. My walls adjusted to his size and finally the stinging wasn't as powerful. Something else began to take precedence. "Gonna move," I warned him.
Taking a breath himself, he gave a nod. "Slow, gongjunim."
I had been planning to, I wanted to tell him. But I didn't have the current strength to speak at the moment. Slowly, I pushed on my knees and moved my hips.
Seokjin's fingers dug into my skin and he let out a grunt of pleasure. But he remained still, letting me set a pace.
For a while, I took things slow, allowing my body to get used to his. And gradually, passion began to take over. My head was no longer in control. I moved my hips with more roughness, my hips circled against him, allowing him to hit certain spots inside me that had my toes curling.
His hips began to move as well, and his hands took a stronger hold. At first, he was letting me move however I wanted, but eventually, his own passion took over.
As my movements became rougher, so did his. His hands took control of my hips, pushing me up and pulling me down onto his thigh with more vigor. More power. More pleasure. And god did it feel fucking good.
He moved onto his knees, wrapping my legs around his waist. That's when I realized I was no longer in control. And I was too spent to care.
Spreading his legs underneath me, he managed to bury himself deeper inside me.
I let out a loud moan. "Right there," I let out when he hit a particular spot.
He hit it again, causing me to gasp.
And again.
And again.
One more and I knew I would be coming apart.
However, he didn't do it. Instead, he pushed me down onto the bed, spreading my legs wide.
Sweat was coming out of him and there was a feral look in his eyes as he looked down at me. He looked so out of control.
"Tell me if you need me to stop," he said, panting.
I nodded. "Continue," I almost begged.
He reached down, kissing me. "You're so beautiful." He moved slowly at first, hitting a new spot.
Too slow, but still so good.
He moved almost fully out of me, but then came fully back in, his balls touching my bottom.
"Jinah," I let out, my back arching against him.
He pulled out again and came back inside me with a bit more power.
My brain fogged up, I started to lose cohesive thinking. "Full. So big." I heard myself say as he bottomed out again with more aggressiveness.
I think this only egged him on even more. He created a nice rhythm, his thumb coming between our bodies, touching my clit.
"Yes," I wailed out, shaking beneath him.
His other hand reached over and took hold of one of my breasts, squeezing it. They weren't big, but they weren't small either. One fit nicely inside his large hand.
Looking down at me, his eyes were wild and roaming over my body.
His eyes stayed on my chest for a moment and then he bent over, his lips taking hold of my other nipple.
My hands shot to his hair, keeping him close to him.
His tongue circled the tracing of my nipple and then bit down gently on it.
Another sound came out of me.
His cock pounded and continued to thump into me as his mouth slurped my breast, his fingers played with my nipple, and his other fingers circled my clit. It was getting to be too much. My body was getting close to the end.
"Close, close," I let him know, trying to control my breathing.
But then, his movements stopped.
I let out a grunt of frustration. "What?" I demanded.
He let out a dark chuckle. "We got all night," he said simply.
Then, he took hold of one of my legs and moved it around, and placed it on the other side of him. Both of my legs were now joined. I was laying down sideways on him now. He pressed my legs together and put me in an almost fetal position below him. His cock was still inside me. When he looked satisfied with my position, he then moved his hips again, his cock moving in and out of me.
The angle allowed him to go even deeper than before. How the hell was he able to do that? I clutched onto the sheets beneath me, feeling the bed rock below us. I thought I heard the headboard making some noises as well, but I was far too focused on how good Jin was making me feel right now.
Jin took hold of my legs and used it to keep his momentum. He thrust in and out of me, going even faster and harder. I felt like I was going to be split in half by how massive he felt when he fully went inside me.
"So biiiiiig," I let out again, moving against him, trying to reach my peak.
Seokjin's hand came between my thighs and found my clit again, his fingers rubbing me just right.
He twisted his hips on another angle and I finally began to undone. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my body shook underneath his. My walls clutched around him.
"I love you," he said to me, his voice strained and full of ecstasy.
I felt his cock swell up. And after thrusting in one final time, I knew he was spilling inside the condom.
The feeling only sent aftershocks throughout my body.
Seokjin fell on top of me and stayed there for a while.
I welcomed his weight, feeling warm with him there.
After several moments, Jin finally pulled out, taking off the condom as well. He rolled onto his side and took me into his arms. "Well, that was different."
I let out a laugh. "I would say so."
The fingers lingering on my waist created circles on my skin. I was content laying on his chest for a while, but then I slowly realized his cock was pressing against my stomach.
I looked down at it and noticed its beauty immediately. Even deflated, he was huge.
Out of nowhere, I felt myself getting wet again.
I turned towards him, giving him an open kiss. He kissed back, at first thinking all I wanted was a simple kiss. However, he started to notice my mood when I got on top of him. I reached over to the nightstand and took several tissues and another condom.
Still kissing him, I wiped him down and tore open the wrapper.
"Again?" he asked in between kisses.
I nodded, stroking him, feeling some of the remnants of his cum along his thickness. It was hardening again, I could feel it.
Placing a new rubber on him, I moved my entrance on top of his shaft, rubbing myself there for a good while, waiting for him to harden.
He let out a groan. "You're going to wear me out tonight, aren't you?"
After he had just worked me, did he expect me not to??
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Sometime late in the morning, there was a knock on the door.
Seokjin and I had only just fallen asleep a few hours prior. We had gone all night. After our second round, I had been spent. But then he had gotten horny not long after, so our lovemaking continued.
Despite the little rest, I was fully aware of what was happening. My eyes were too tired to open, but my ears were alert.
"Jjaaaaan!" came a voice from the hall.
Seokjin's voice was too low for me to hear as he greeted his guest.
"You look like you had quite the night," said the voice, laughing in a high pitch.
It was the laughter that let me know who it was. Hoseok.
Jin let out a nervous laugh. "What's up?"
"We have the meeting in a bit, just making rounds and reminding everyone. I wondered if noona might be hungry. I'm taking Yeoja there myself," Hoseok said.
"Unnie isn't awake yet," Jin said, keeping his voice low.
"I bet you tired her out, huh? She might be too spent to come down," Hoseok said with a laugh. He wasn't being loud, but he wasn't being quiet either.
"She's just tired," Jin said, trying to keep my modesty. "She's not used to this life."
Hoseok let out another laugh. "Ok. Well, we're heading down for breakfast in about half an hour. The meeting is in 45 minutes, don't forget."
Jin softly closed the door.
I forced myself to sit up in bed. There was no way I was going to go back to sleep after that.
Seokjin came into view, his eyes falling on me softly. "Aw, gongjunim, go back to sleep."
"I didn't know you had a meeting," I said, instantly feeling guilty for keeping him up all night.
He came to my side and kissed my head. "It's not a long one. After that, we have three hours free. I can come back up here and take a long nap." He gave me a sweet smile.
"Really?" I asked.
He nodded and kissed my forehead. "Are you hungry?"
I shrugged, unsure.
His lips came to mine for a moment. He then pulled back.
I smiled up at him. And as he stood in front of me, I couldn't help but admire his chiseled abs, small waist, and broad shoulders. His face was flushed and his hair was a mess. He really did look as if he had gone all night fucking.
A slight embarrassment came over at the thought of Hoseok knowing what Jin and I had been up to last night. However, I didn't worry long about it because the body in front of me that looked like a model caught my full attention.
"Or are you hungry for something else?" he asked, a half smile spreading across his face as he looked at me.
I wanted to tell him no. Wanted to pretend that I wasn't feeling incredibly horny right now, despite us fucking like bunnies most of the night and only getting a few hours sleep.
I pushed him down onto the bed and crawled onto his lap.
He let out a laugh, loving how feral I was sure I looked.
Rating: M (language and future sexual explicit scene)
Summary: Kim Seokjin really knows how to ruffle my feathers. I was happy with my mundane life. What gave him the right to disrupt it???
Status: Complete
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"I hope you're aware that nothing funny is going to happen tonight," I told Jin teasingly as I stood at the entrance of his dorm.
He let out a light chuckle as he helped me out of my sweater and hung it along the wall. "I know. I only wanted to bring you here so we could have a little more privacy."
"Why would you want more privacy?" I asked, my eyes narrowing in a chide-like way. I was clearly joking, of course.
He hung his head down in embarrassment as he smiled. "Stop insinuating I'm insinuating things."
"I'm just asking simple questions, is all," I said, turning on my heel and stepping into the open living room.
Looking around the area, one would never guess that seven males in their early to mid-20s lived here. I had a brother and cousin I grew up around and both of them were messy. There were several items that seemed out of place and a few corners I could spot that were dirty, but overall, it was pretty clean and neat. A skeptical part of me believed Jin had thoroughly cleaned the area right before I arrived. The smell of floral chemicals were lingering in the air.
"So, what are you planning on doing with me if it isn't to stain my virtue?" I asked, turning to him.
His smile had yet to leave. Motioning me to follow him, we went over to the kitchen.
On the stove, I could see he was preparing something. It smelled pretty good. The smells worked like magic and pulled me in. I found myself hovering over the stove, my mouth salivating at the sight below me.
Jin had prepared a good amount of food and it all looked intoxicating.
There was a reason I had never been slim in my life. I loved food too much to give it up. For a good portion of my life, I had considered becoming a chef. However, after finding out from professional chefs that they hardly cooked at home due to their vocation, I let go of that possibility. It thrilled me when I made a dish for my loved ones. It was more important to me to create something for my family to enjoy than it was to create something for complete strangers. I had other skills, so it wasn't too heartbreaking to let go of that dream.
"It should be done already," Jin said as he took a spoon to get a taste. After tasting it, he gave a nod of approval and turned off the stove. Then, pretty expertly, he finely chopped some green onion and began to set the food up on different dishes.
I tried to help, but he swatted me away and demanded to wash my hands so I would be ready to eat. I gave a small pout but did as I was told.
It was our fourth date. The previous ones had all been different. The first date had been a very nice dinner. We had gone on a nice walk along the river once during sunset on our second date. Not many people were present, so we were able to feel a little at ease. And on the last date, we went to a bar and had a private room to ourselves where he showed me how to play pool. It was there that I mentioned to him I loved to cook. My mother developed arthritis when I was very young. She loved cooking, but due to her condition, she decided to teach me everything she knew. Since then, I had always cooked for myself. Other than take-out and at restaurants, no one had ever cooked for me since then.
"Well, that's about to change," he had said with a voice of conviction.
It was the confidence that made my heart flutter and made me feel a little hot. Truth be told, while Jin was physically gorgeous, his face nor his shoulders were his best attributes. The most attractive thing about Kim Seokjin was his confidence. There was a self-assuredness he carried with him that took hold of my attention. He didn't seem to like someone in his 20s; more like well into his 30s.
I had to admit, it was definitely a nice change from dating guys who didn't know themselves very well and questioned everything they did.
Jin managed to take all the plates to the table himself. He took out a nice bottle of wine as well. A warm smile on his face, and his warm brown eyes met mine as he pulled a chair out for me.
His gentlemanly ways were also gaining a lot of points.
Once I was settled in my seat, he sat across from me and we started to eat.
The conversation was the same as our others: giving small bits of information about our personal lives. Every now and then we shared stories or info that went a little deeper.
I opened up about the stress I felt financially. I was doing ok, but there were times that I wished I had a little more so I didn't have to be so frugal with my money. Thankfully, I had gained the promotion, so that had taken much of the pressure off my shoulders.
Jin then went on to share his struggles of being an idol. What bothered him more than anything was the inability not to do whatever he wanted. He felt restraints coming from all over.
I had known him for not even a month, but I believe I had learned how to read his face and energy a little more clearly. As he spoke of his lack of freedom, I felt the heartbreak.
Jin didn't seem to wallow in disappointment too much because he began to list all the things he enjoyed about his job. One of his favorites was touring. However, that came with a negative.
"I get to see different cities, cultures, and most importantly, fans. But then I'm away from home. It's difficult to stay in contact with loved ones from another country. Calling family and friends becomes a struggle," he said as he took a sip of his wine.
His voice had a slight hint of sadness. I kept my eyes on him and listened intently.
"We're set to go back on tour in a few weeks and we have some things to do on our schedule for America. Prepping for the tour and schedule is going to be quite busy," he said, his mouth turned downward.
"How long will you be gone?" I asked, a feeling of disappointment creeping in just a little.
I had gotten so used to him these last few weeks. On top of our dates, we had talked on the phone and messaged each other almost every day now. Hearing that communication wouldn't be the same was disheartening.
"A little over a month." He looked up, catching my eyes.
Quietly, I nodded. I took a slow bite of the food, letting the information he was giving me sink in.
This was one of the many reasons I didn't want to date an idol. They had hectic schedules that didn't give them much of a personal life. The communication between us came in waves throughout the day as it was. Sometimes, I would go hours without hearing from him, but then we would be talking non-stop for a solid two hours. His schedule wasn't consistent, so I was left checking my phone every ten minutes.
Yeah, dating an idol wasn't a good idea. Maybe after he left for his tour he would forget about me. By the time he came back, he might stop calling me and find some other chick to laugh at his jokes and drool over his gorgeous face.
How long until he left, though? How many more dates did I have until Kim Seokjin walked out of my life?
There was a slight cramp in my chest all of a sudden. I coughed it up to heartburn and tried to ignore it.
"When will you be leaving for the tour?" I asked, trying to sound casual as the jab in my chest deepened.
"In a couple of weeks." His eyes stayed on me as if trying to get a reading out of me.
I felt taken aback. "Two weeks?!"
He gave a slight nod but didn't say anything. His eyes followed me closely.
My stomach started to feel a little unsettled now. What the hell did I eat that was making me feel so bad all of a sudden?
"That's not too long from now," I said, wondering why I was sounding pouty.
"I wanted to see you as often as I could before things got too busy," he then began. "I don't have any days free, but there are gaps late in the day where we can hang out. Or you can probably come on set and hang out behind the scenes."
I frowned at this. "Girls are allowed to come around?"
"Yeah. Some of the other guys have girlfriends too and they come around while we're—" his eyes became wide as he caught himself.
I had caught it as well. "Other guys have girlfriends, too." I felt my cheeks get hot.
Suddenly, that self-confident guy disappeared. "I didn't mean to say 'too'. Sorry, that's a mistake. Of course, I don't consider you my girlfriend—I haven't asked you properly yet, so—" he stumbled on his words once more and his eyes grew wider with worry and embarrassment.
I was finding the room pretty stuffy and warm. I took a sip of water, trying to cool myself.
"Not yet, I meant that if you were to be my girlfriend, I would definitely ask and not just assume. It would be very impolite of me to do that and I want you to know that I very much respect you." Jin was speaking so fast that I had trouble believing his lips were actually moving.
Thump!
The sudden crashing noise made the two of us jump in our seats. Jin let out a scream of shock. I covered my head out of impulse. I didn't do well with loud noises.
"Oh, sorry," came a gruff voice off in the distance.
"Ah, Yoongi-ah," Jin said. "You scared me."
Seeing that nothing bad had occurred following the noise, I felt it safe to peek out of my arms and turn to where the noise and voice had come from.
A slim figure wearing all black was straightening a lamp up. That's probably what had fallen down.
My arms came down and I took some breaths to try to slow my heart rate.
The slim figure shuffled his way a little closer to us. He looked like a sloth by his slow movements. He had a bucket hat on that was covering half his face; I wasn't completely sure if he was even human.
"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Jin asked in a scolding manner. "You're sick, remember?"
Sloth man let out a low grunt. "Need more tea."
"The kettle is on," Jin informed him. "Want me to prepare it?"
"I got it." The sloth creature finally reached us. He glanced at me and he gave a light greeting gesture. "I'm Yoongi."
I introduced myself to him, giving him a smile after meeting his eyes. Yeah, he was a guy. A very sick-looking guy.
As Yoongi made his way toward the kettle, I noticed the clock on the wall. Shit, I really needed to get home. I had something due for work tomorrow. Jin knew this and had agreed to take me home by a certain time.
"Jin—the time," I said, motioning him to take a look at the clock.
Jin turned and let out a curse under his breath, which he quickly apologized for. "I'll call a car. It shouldn't take them too long to get here." He took out his phone to make the call.
"Can I use your restroom?" I asked, getting up from my seat.
Jin nodded, pointed to the hall Yoongi had walked out of a bit ago and gave me directions on how to get there.
I couldn't imagine how long I had stayed over. I had hoped it would only be two hours, but we had doubled that. I sent my coworkers a quick email letting them know my portion of the work might get to them a little late. Truth was that I was done with it, but still wanted to go over it one final time before submitting it.
After I was done, I came out of the restroom. I was walking down the hall and about to enter the living room when I heard Jin and Yoongi talking. I caught my name, so I pulled back and decided to hear what they had to say.
"You're lucky I was here. I saved you from that embarrassment," I heard Yoongi say with a light chuckle.
"What embarrassment?" Jin asked defensively.
Yoongi let out a low laugh. "You were making a fool out of yourself with her. Kept stumbling over your words. You should have seen how red you got."
"How long have you been watching us?!" Jin demanded.
"A while."
"A while?!"
"Hey, it's not my fault you have no perception of time with her. I agreed to stay there for two hours. You should be grateful because I sent the young ones a message to not come home for another two hours. They would have walked through that door and made things worse for you." Yoongi's voice definitely sounded sick, but he sounded extremely perky.
Jin let out a grunt. "That would have been a pain to deal with."
"I should have recorded it though and sent it to them."
"What?"
"How you look with her. Really, you couldn't keep your eyes off her as you blabbered on about how much you respect her."
Smack!
Yoongi let out a laugh then a groan. "That hurt."
"I think it's time you go."
"I gotta say goodbye first. It would be very impolite of me. And I very much respect her—" he started to say with a mocking tone.
Smack!
Another laugh and groan from Yoongi. "Ow. You haven't hit me that hard in years. You must really like her."
"Out," Jin demanded.
Yoongi let out another chuckle. "Ok, ok, ok."
I knew I couldn't stay hidden anymore. I pretended as if I had just walked out of the restroom and Yoongi and I met at the end of the hall, next to the living room.
Yoongi made eye contact with me as he held onto his tea. He greeted me, saying my name pretty loud. I knew he was making sure Jin heard. "It was nice meeting you," he said while he bent his neck.
I bent mine back to him. "Nice to meet you as well."
"I'm sure I'll see you again," he said with a smirk and walked away.
I saw him disappear into the hall. Turning back, I saw Jin walking towards me.
He gave a small smile. "There was a driver nearby. He should be downstairs shortly." He motioned towards the door.
I made my way over to him and together we put on our sweaters and shoes. Jin made sure to put on his mask, just in case anyone outside caught us.
Once downstairs at the entrance, there was a black van waiting for us. We made our way in and were driven to my apartment.
We spoke a little on our ride.
Once we reached my apartment complex, Jin insisted on walking me to my front door.
As we made our way into the building, I asked for one of the recipes he had used, but he refused to give it to me.
"Why can't I have it?" I asked with mocking irritation.
"I'd rather teach it to you," he explained. "We'll do it all together. Prepping, cleaning, mixing, cooking. It'll be fun."
An image of Jin and I cooking together came into view and I couldn't help but feel the excitement. Cooking was something I always enjoyed doing and every date I'd had with Jin had been quite meaningful. To combine both things, I was sure he would have me melting.
"I'll look forward to it," I said as I stopped. We arrived at my door.
"So this is your place?" he asked, nodding to the door.
I gave a nod and looked into his beautiful features. "Thank you for today. It was nice to have someone else cook for once."
"It was my pleasure." His voice was low and sultry as he took a step closer. There was a look in his eye that I had seen before in guys. And the half smirk on his lips told me I was right on my suspicions.
My heart rate began to spike. I opened my mouth to come up with an excuse for needing to hurry inside, but the words never came out.
Pillowy, soft lips were gently placed on my lips. The feeling of warm, large hands came on either side of my hips, pulling me closer to him. My eyes closed as my heart fluttered. Butterflies flew all around my stomach once I felt his lips move along mine. I lightly felt the tip of his tongue brush on my top lip. Instinctively, my arms came around his neck, holding him tight. My lips moved against his as well. He went on to hold onto my bottom lip and tugged at it using the right amount of suction. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, making me feel like I was in the clouds. But slowly, it became a little intense. On tongues stayed inside our mouths, but the movement of his lips and how they nibbed at mine with the right amount of pressure...made me feel like my skin was on fire.
I heard a noise come out of me I had never heard before. And I felt the smirk upon his lips immediately following the noise. He was so damn proud of himself.
Rating: M (language and future sexual explicit scene)
Summary: Kim Seokjin really knows how to ruffle my feathers. I was happy with my mundane life. What gave him the right to disrupt that???
Status: Complete
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After the destruction of my laptop yesterday, I spent the entire night going over my many backups and recreating everything I had prepared. Thankfully, because I was so neurotic, I had 90% of my presentation backed up in three different outlets. The other 10% I knew by heart due to the numerous times I had gone over them. It took most of the night to put it all together using my crappy old computer that I thankfully never threw away.
Jin was extremely apologetic. My anger towards him had been pretty evident; however, it didn't last long. Seeing the color drain from his face at knowing what happened to my laptop, I couldn't stay angry. Well, for too long. I was definitely short with him as I gathered everything up, insisting I needed to hurry home to salvage as much as I could.
Jin's face only turned horrified when he discovered I had a big presentation the next day. He followed me all the way to the front lobby, begging me to tell him how he could help. Even Taehyung had mentioned they had an IT team that might be able to help. However, he seemed to forget that it was after hours and most of their staff had left for the day.
I tried to ignore Jin's sad, puppy face. His emotions didn't matter at the moment—my career did. I informed him for the final time I didn't need his help and rushed home.
Once I was alone, I turned off my phone, knowing my cousin and sister weren't going to stop pestering me.
I managed to finish everything a little after midnight and took the next three hours further prepping. I usually left for work at 7 in the morning, so after a quick shower, I slept.
However, I missed my alarm and ended up waking up well after 9AM. My presentation was at 10:30AM. It took 30 minutes to get to work and I would need another 30 minutes to physically set everything up.
At lightning speed I got ready and triple checked I brought all the materials I needed.
I was so late, I rushed past security after swapping my keycard onto the keypad with a half-assed greeting. The guards I usually chatted with were calling out to me, but I couldn't stop. I felt so rude doing it, but I had to hurry and set up my presentation.
As I arrived at my area, my team and I kicked it into high gear. I very quickly gave out orders, seeing I was the manager for this presentation. I threw the stuff I didn't need onto my desk, only taking my computer and coffee with me.
Having no time to do my daily morning routine where I would sit down at my desk and get organized, my team hustled into the conference room.
Because I was so neurotic and I had prepared so much, I managed to get through the presentation splendidly. My boss' proud face informed me my team had done a great job. It was a wonderful feeling that I honestly forgot the horrific event that had occurred the day before.
Around noon, I finally headed to my cubicle with a sandwich in hand. Normally, I had lunch at the café with my coworkers, but I needed to get through emails I missed this morning.
As I set down my food, something caught my eye. It was a white box with a bow and note attached to it.
Confused by this, I took hold of the envelope and opened it to read the message inside:
"For the 1,000,000th time, I am incredibly sorry for my stupidity yesterday. I will personally apologize to your boss for anything you may have lost in that computer. Please, allow me the opportunity to make it up to you. Here is a replacement for the one I destroyed. To reach me, you know who to ask. Once again, I'm incredibly sorry."
There was no signature on the card, but there didn't need to be; I knew who it was from.
I set down the card and opened the box. Inside was the latest model of a computer I really wanted. The destroyed laptop was not by any means old or of bad quality. But it definitely wasn't the best out there. I struggled a few times with it, but never to the point that it never got the job done. However, that didn't mean it was my first choice. I always wanted a higher quality computer, but couldn't afford it.
This sweet gesture of Jin really tugged at my heartstrings.
Setting aside the new laptop, I went to check on my emails. As much as I wanted to explore my new toy, I needed to keep in mind I was at work. Tomorrow was Friday, so I had all weekend to play.
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I was so engulfed with work that I completely missed the many messages coming from my cousin. It wasn't until after I clocked out and got to the front lobby that I noticed.
One of the security said my name just as I clicked 'Call' on my cousin's name.
"There was someone looking for you, miss!" the security called out as I continued to walk.
I didn't hear him clearly because right at that moment, my cousin answered the call. "I'm sorry, sir! It's been quite the day! I'll talk to you tomorrow!" I made a mental note to bring him breakfast tomorrow morning to make up for my rude behavior today. I gave a quick bow and rushed out.
"What happened?" I asked my cousin.
"Is there a way you're able to come to my work?" she sounded so rushed.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, worried.
"I really need help taking some stuff home and I'm here until late. Are you free?"
There was an internal struggle. Going to my cousin's work meant that there was a probability of bumping into Jin. And I just didn't know if I was mentally prepared for that. I hadn't acted very well after the incident yesterday. It had been an honest mistake and I handled it poorly. Then there was the fact that he had bought me a new computer. It was morethan compensated for my destroyed one.
However, I knew I had to suck it up. My cousin needed help and I needed to brush aside whatever feelings I had. "Yeah," I answered my cousin. "I can be there in 30 minutes."
"Ok. I might be held back a little while longer, but I'll see if you can hang out in the café for a bit while you wait for me."
I hung up on my cousin and headed to her.
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I ended up needing to wait for my cousin for over an hour. I didn't mind; I had my new toy to keep me entertained.
Right as the program I used for work finished installing, I took notice of the message my cousin had sent me a few minutes ago. She gave me directions on how to get to her.
Gathering my things, I made my way to where she was. Once getting to her floor, I informed her I arrived.
COUSIN: Go to the very last room at the end of the hall.
Getting to the last room, I opened the door. Upon entering, I found an empty room—save the desk and chairs and a tall, handsome guy.
Right at the center of the room, Jin immediately bowed at my presence, greeting me in the politest form.
I was a goddamn sucker for manners, so my knees almost buckled. I brushed aside the stupid butterflies in my stomach and greeted him back in the same form.
He stood straight up, the perfect posture only accenting his beautiful features. His chin looked more chiseled, his shoulders looked sharper, his Adam's apple was more prominent, and his height was lengthened. How the hell did he look so masculine as well as beautiful? What the actual fuck???
His gorgeous looks only made me feel a bit insecure about myself. I was glad I looked more presentable than yesterday. Because of my presentation at work, I actually looked good-looking. I would even say "pretty" since I had a good amount of makeup on.
The gorgeous man began to speak, "How did the presentation go?" His voice was a little shaky and his face was a bit off-colored.
Giving a small smile, I gave a confident answer, "Very well. Couldn't have gone better."
"Really?" he asked, his face softening.
I nodded, my smile widening. "My boss wants to meet with me tomorrow. I'm confident I'll be getting that promotion."
His lips gave a wide smile, making his cheeks rise, and his eyes became endearing slits. I could still see plenty of his brown eyes as they twinkled at me. "It makes me happy hearing that. I also want to thank you for coming. Sorry, I had you wait over an hour, but I just finished with work. And I apologize for using your cousin to get you here."
Now it made sense. He and my cousin had planned for this. I had to admit that I wasn't upset with my cousin at all. Being in the presence of such a creature, I couldn't be angry.
"I asked your cousin if she could convince you to get here. I would have preferred to come to you, but I didn't have access to your department. I tried. When I arrived, I noticed that there was security and the only way to enter was through using a key card—which I don't have. And security, obviously, wouldn't let me in without one."
"You went to my work?" I asked, taken aback.
"Did you not get the laptop?" he asked, looking just as lost as I felt.
"I did, but I figured you mailed it there."
He shook his head. "Oh, I tried to mail it to you but I couldn't overnight it and I didn't have your physical floor or cubicle number. The only way to get it to you was to hand-deliver it to you at work. I waited in the lobby for thirty minutes, but you didn't come. So, I decided to chance it and gave it to security. They said they would give it to a coworker so they could place it at your desk. I don't think he recognized me—he was older—and informed me he knew you and would make sure it got to your desk. I had an early meeting, so I couldn't stay long."
The security man who had been trying to get my attention first thing in the morning and right as I left the front lobby immediately came to mind. He was the one I had been rude to all day. Knowing he had been involved in getting Jin's gift to me only made me want to get breakfast for him for an entire month.
"I received it and I thank you very much for it," I said, giving him another bow of gratitude. Then, I swallowed my pride and apologized for my rude behavior.
"Oh, you were not rude at all," Jin said instantly, walking a little closer to me. "You had every right to be upset."
"Maybe, but that doesn't excuse the looks I know I must have given you. My sister and cousin have made comments about I can have an icy look when I get upset," I said, keeping my head down in shame.
There was a light chuckle that came out of him. "It definitely sent a chill down my spine when you looked at me like that, but I couldn't help but see how cute it was."
I looked up, finding his brown, sparkling eyes, and frowned. "Cute?"
There was a light blush on his cheeks as our eyes met. He looked down, appearing slightly shy. "You were definitely scary, but, yes, definitely cute."
I didn't know how to respond, being taken aback.
I wasn't clueless. It was pretty evident through his actions that Jin had taken a liking to me. What was so confusing was why that was. Don't get me wrong, I didn't suffer from low-self esteem. I knew my worth. I knew I was pretty awesome. My personality and skills more than made up for my physical appearance. However, I had never had a guy that looked like him be interested in me. It was certainly throwing me off.
Jin let out a shaky breath. "I was wondering if you would allow me to make it up to you."
"Well, you more than have," I said. "That computer is of higher quality and higher priced than my last one."
He looked to be struggling with something. "I was hoping of doing a little more than that...."
My heart began to quicken because I think I knew where this was going. God, I hope I was wrong.
"Maybe taking you to dinner?" he gave me one of his soft smiles.
Shit. There was no way I could do this. Going out on a date with a damn Ken doll would surely affect my self-esteem. There was no way I was doing that to myself. "There's really no need," I insisted. "The computer, again, is more than enough. Thank you."
There was a shift in Jin's demeanor. He stood a little straighter and one of his eyes half closed in a flirty type of way. His damn lip even lifted up to half a smirk as he took a few more steps to me; we were now only about a foot away from each other.
I wanted nothing more than to take several steps back to create a wider gap between us. My damn feet were stuck like glue, though. Even my breath was caught in my chest again. Fuck, I was screwed.
"How about a dinner as a congratulations for the new position at your job?" he asked, his voice low and buttery.
"I haven't been given it yet. Maybe I won't." My voice was incredibly shaky, it was embarrassing.
Judging by how his smile was widening, he was enjoying my physical reaction. I had a strong feeling he was going to use it to his advantage. "Well, if you don't then I would like to take you out to dinner as another apology. The computer was to replace your old one. If you don't get the promotion, then that's my fault. I need to righten my mistakes. The least I can do if you don't get that position is take you on several, long dates to make up for it."
"So, if I get it then it'll only be one date?" I asked with hope. I was positive about getting the promotion and I think my brain could handle one date.
He let out a scoff that sounded sexy as fuck. "No, if you get the promotion, then we need several, long dinners to celebrate."
He was getting closer, his face still was at a respectable distance, but his entire essence was wrapping around mine. Shit, shit, shit!
"Hyung, there you are," came a voice from behind us.
It was like someone had shaken me awake. My body turned around to find a young, tall, and cute-looking guy standing by the door.
He was way too young, but I bet plenty who were about a decade younger than me would find him completely appealing. He probably had plenty of young girls at his feet.
His eyes met mine and he gave a sweet smile. He gave me a polite greeting. "Hello. My name is Jungkook."
I gave a greeting back and introduced myself.
Jungkook's round eyes turned to Jin. "We gotta go. Vans are waiting."
Jin nodded. "Right." He turned to me, his smile returning. "Do you want me to send a car to your home or work?" he asked, confidently.
"You really don't have to," I said, hoping I was still able to get out of it.
"But I want to," he said with finality. "So, your place or work?"
I didn't know what to answer with. My head was screaming at me to reject him, but my damn mouth wasn't listening.
"That's alright. I'll send you a car to your home. That way you have time to get ready." He took out his phone and did something in it. Quickly after, he put his phone away. "Be ready at 8. Nothing fancy. We can keep it casual." With a half-smile and a wink, he turned away and walked to the door, where Jungkook was.
Jungkook looked incredibly entertained, a wide smile on him and a small giggle coming out of him. "Is this her?" I'm not sure if he realized his volume.
Jin waved at him, signaling him to shut up as he pushed him out of the room.
Jungkook let out another giggle and left with Jin.
After a long moment of not moving, my body finally reacted. I took out my phone, more than ready to call my cousin to yell at her.
However, as soon as I looked at my phone, I noticed a message from an unknown contact that I received just a moment ago.
UNKNOWN: Save my number. I'll message you when the car is waiting for you outside your place.
How in the hell?!
I rushed to the door and looked down the hall. Jin and Jungkook were several doors down, talking and laughing amongst themselves.
"How did you get my number?" I called out, flabbergasted as I held onto my cell phone. There was no way my cousin would have given it to him...right?? Did she also give him my home address?!
But he didn't look back. He continued to walk with confidence.
Jungkook turned to me, took a look at my phone, and let out a laugh. He gave Jin a pat on the shoulder. "Smooth."
Even from where I was standing, I could tell Jin had a wide smile on his face.
I wasn't the type to get swooned so easily. And I had never said yes to a date with a guy I didn't even know. But somehow, this World Wide Handsome fellow was pulling me in and even this kid, Jungkook, could see it.
