You always liked the outdoors, you never considered it much of a problem until the day you stepped too far into the woods. You tripped over a ring of mushrooms and you should’ve realized right away that that’s where you made a mistake. Why was it such a mistake? Because now there’s a weird gut feeling telling you someone’s watching you.
You’ve walked through these forests dozens of times and yet this is the first time you felt lost. It was getting dark soon—or maybe the tall trees were shading the area—but you were getting a little scared. It’s like you weren’t even in the same neck of woods as you had been a while ago. Something just felt different now and you’d love to be able to just go home to your little cottage now.
You had the sense of someone watching you but you never gathered the courage to turn around. If you would have looked over your shoulder you might have noticed the dark figure perched above your head on a high branch. His body was lied on its side, hand holding his head up with his palm and arching you with sudden admiration.
In his eyes you looked divine with your knitted cardigan that was almost the length of your skirts, boots trudging through the meadow and little specks of nature flowing around you. You were just a little human and he’s decided that he wants you.
With his graceful jump to the ground his black crown tilted just slightly on his head but he didn’t feel like fixing it, instead stalking after you and giving your shoulder a tap. You jumped clearly startled and took a hesitant step away from him with a hand to your chest. He was dressed in royal clothes but you can tell it wasn’t all traditional attire. On his vest, instead of gold buttons there were Topaz ones. The cuffs of his sleeves had golden trees and even the embroidered pattern in the vest seemed to appear like vines of black thread. He also had this dark aura around him, even the grass below his feet seemed to wither and dry like he was killing nature itself. His crown was black metal with thorns on it. He flashed you a smile but there was something menacing behind the expression, “Are you lost?”
“Um, no, I’m just walking,” you cleared your throat trying to turn away but his firm voice filled your ears. “I think you are lost, that’s alright. I’ll show you the way.”
Biting your lip nervously you nodded. It didn’t look like you were going to get rid of him anyway. His grin widened like the Cheshire Cat as he led you down a path between trees. You were curious about him but you had a feeling you knew what he was. There’s stories around the village about fae.
“I think I know my way from here now,” you said with an awkward clear of your throat as you turned face him. He stood there as still as ever saying, “I don’t think you do.”
“Well I—“
Light poured in through your closed eyelids. Fluttering your eyes open you were scrambling to your feet struggling to do so as you laid on a bed of silk. You looked around alarmed, eyes landing on a seated figure across the room staring at you. There in front of you was the man.
“You’re awake, I was getting worried,” he said calmly as he sat on a makeshift throne of dead branches and vines. You hugged your knees to your chest hiding yourself under the length of your skirt wrapping your arms around your bent legs, “W-where am I?”
The stranger looked around, “My chambers.”
Your breath hitched in your throat. The bedroom was dark and large, bigger than your cottage and it was refined with black and red furniture. He looked like a dark Prince and you knew it had to be true. You’ve never been in a situation like this and you hoped you never wkd have but here you were. You came across a dark fae Prince and now you’ve been taken to his chambers. You try not to think about the reason but you had a good feeling why and it made you tremble.
“What do want with me?” You asked in a shy whisper that had his chest filling with pride at the thought that he intimated you. He released a breathy smile looking away from you for a second before snapping his eyes back, “Well I can’t tell you if you’re so far.”
You didn’t say anything, body frozen where it was but with a crook of his finger beckoning you forward you were moving without meaning to. It’s like he took control of your body for a moment and it was just enough to make you fall face first on the large bed. You pushed yourself up and when he made that same motion you nearly stumbled again. Jin smiled once more, “Come closer.”
You began to walk now scared to ignore his request and when you stood in front of him that same force brought you down to your knees. He leaned forward in his seat to stare at you.
“Want to know what I plan on doing with you?” His voice was taunting but you didn’t back down from his stare. With a lower voice he said, “I plan on keeping you here down on your knees before me every single night.”
You shook your head ready to argue when his hand suddenly came to cup your chin roughly, “If you’re a good little pet I’ll make sure to reward you.”
“Now tell me your name.” You didn’t want to. You didn’t want this man, this Prince to know a single thing about you. When it was obvious you were refusing to do so he clicked his tongue. “Don’t test my patience, human.”
“Y/n.”
He gave you pleased, “Now take me in your mouth.”
“What?” You nearly fell with how quick you tried to jerk back but it didn’t matter. Jin had a hold on your chin keeping you in place, “I said take me in your mouth, now.”
You tried shaking your head no but the look in his eyes told you it was better not to fight him. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stared between his spread legs where an obvious bulge hid under his trousers. He wore a black tunic that was almost fully undone and his pants were tight. You didn’t even know where to begin.
Jin leaned back in his throne, scooting his legs down further so that he could get more comfortable, “Don’t make me repeat myself, Y/n.”
You tucked your hair behind your ears nervously before bringing a shaky hand up to his thigh. Jin watched with amusement as nimble fingers freed his cock, you wanted to get this done and over with so you could think of a way to escape.
The flat of your tongue traced his shaft from base to tip. You tried not to cringe at the taste of him but it had nothing to do with disgust. For some reason he tasted sweet and it cracked your resolve just slightly. Your bobs were shallow at first, and when he was ready to just snap and grab you himself, you were quickening your pace.
You held his cock in your throat until you felt him twitch in your mouth praying that you’ll bring him to release soon. You pulled off quickly, globs of saliva connecting your soft lips to his hard cock. Jin’s hand was in your hair now guiding your movements as his breathing grew heavier, “Just like that, pet.”
One of his hands squeezed your cheeks making your mouth open wider in an ‘o’ shape so he could watch the way your lips looked wrapped around his dick.
Jin suddenly guided your mouth all the way to the base of his cock and thrust up slightly, releasing without warning and flooding your throat with his spunk. He made what sounded like growling noises as he held you in place making sure you swallowed as much of him as you could and when he was ready to let you go, you moved back coughing slightly. He just smiled tucking himself back into his garments as he watched you.
Your efforts to glare at him were in vain as he didn’t pay any attention to it. Instead he stood up to his full height and leaned down to pick you up. He carried you over to the bed.
“Don’t even think we’re close to being done.”
omgomgomg okay this was longer than I wanted it to be but whatever. but yassss it didn’t glitche 😍the bare minimum
Now, I just saw that your ticket request is open for a brief time (I hope I can grab one of the last slots) with something that I've been thinking about a lot lately.
How about a GoT fluffy moment in which Jin and his s/o are reuniting again after the birth of their first baby? They got together during the war and his female lover has been in the hiding for the whole pregnancy, he reaches out for his family as soon as he received the news and founds them healthy, safe and is overwhelmed by emotions as soon as his firstborn is in his arms (I can't stop thinking about Jin being a father)
Let me know if you're willing to write this plot
Bye!
Hi, lovely! Thank you s omuch for requesting, but I'm going to have to turn your request down, sorry! There's a few reasons:
First of all, I don't feel confident in writing a full ficlet for Jin, and I also haven't played the game in a few weeks (I haven't finished it yet, though, so I'll return to it soon) and I feel slightly out of touch with it.
Also, since I don't feel comfortable writing the pregnancy part, I feel like this request would fit better for a drabble, since it's basically just Jin and reader reuniting and him meeting his child (I love the idea, though!) so feel free to send it as a drabble when those requests are open! I would really love more GoT requests!
Prompt(s): “Could you write an angst to fluff piece where it's your first Christmas with Jin as a married couple.”
A/N: Song inspiration: “I’ll Be Home” by Meghan Trainor and “Underneath the Christmas Lights” by Sia
Requested by: skylions-den
Summary: Your first Christmas as newlyweds is supposed to be sweet, memorable, and the beginning of new traditions. What happens when emotions are high and things just don’t go as planned?
*Warning: Previous death in the family mentioned
Please leave your message after the beep.
Sighing, you wait for the blasted tone to sound.
“Hey Jin, I’m just checking in…again....since I haven’t heard from you since your flight was supposed to have landed. Please let me know when you get this. Don’t forget we have that party at six tonight. Love you.”
Ending the call, you look at your text messages again.
Nothing.
Messages on your social media.
Empty.
Emails.
All read.
“What are you up to, Jin?” you ask aloud, knowing that he wouldn’t answer you. How could he? He is nowhere to be found. He was supposed to be home hours ago, with the rest of the boys in tow. You haven’t seen any of them, but you had seen that Jimin had made a post on Twitter, telling ARMYs to enjoy their holiday and that the boys were going to do the same. He seemed to be back at the dorm.
So where is your husband?
Setting your phone on the kitchen counter, you take look around your spacious yet cozy home. Christmas lights emit a warm glow upon the tree and along with other various surfaces in the living room and kitchen. Candles are helping to spread the scents of the season throughout the entire house. All of the foods that you and Jin love at this time of year are spread along the breakfast bar separating the rooms, fresh from the oven and ready to be consumed. Unused blankets are folded on the corner of the couch that faces the fireplace. Drinks are in the process of being heated and chilled. You can see the lights and garland through your balcony door, ready to greet anyone that needs a little bit of fresh air. Everything is ready except for you.
Picking up your phone, just in case, you make your way to the bedroom that you share with Jin. Walking through the door, it strikes you that you barely smell him in here anymore. You used to bask in how the room was your comfort zone, he seemed to be everywhere. The smell of his shampoo on the pillowcase, the scent of his favorite cologne hanging in the air, the extra strong fabric softener he uses on his sweaters...it made you feel like he was there with you, even when he wasn’t.
But now, he has been away for so long, even his presence in his own bedroom has disappeared. Jin has been on tour with the band for nearly 3 months, with no time to come home. You had been able to visit him for a couple of weekend dates, but otherwise, your relationship with him has been purely through technology and letters for the past 3 months. 7 months if you’re being honest with yourself.
Opening the closet to pull out the dress that you planned to wear for the party that you and Jin are hosting in an hour or so, you stop when you see the outfit that he had told you to set aside for him. A gaudy Christmas sweater with lights, bells, and glitter is the first thing that catches your eye. Then you take in the tan grandpa sweater he planned to put over it, and the new black jeans that he had you pick up for him. Taking the sweater in your hands, you run the material through your fingers wistfully before bringing the soft fabric closer to your face. Inhaling deeply, you bury your face in your fabric covered hands, trying to control your emotions.
“Aww, come on,” he murmurs frustratedly while trying to light up the screen on the phone in his hands.
Jin was currently sat on a plane. Stuck would be the better term. He had made a small detour from the group before they left their destination, causing him to catch a later flight. He is sure his bandmates are home and with their loved ones right now. Probably with you too. Yet, here he is, sitting next to a gentleman that smells of three-day-old coffee and just inches in front of a child in the middle of an emotional breakdown over the fact that she couldn’t run up and down the aisle.
Before getting on the plane, he felt like Lady Luck was in his corner. He was able to skip all lines, didn’t get checked at security, and his manager didn’t get upset at him for making him catch a later flight.
Well, now, Lady Luck must’ve run out of lucky charms because his manager is giving him what could be called death glares from twelve rows back due to the fact that they’ve been stuck in one place for over an hour due to mechanical issues on the plane. Jin couldn’t even escape the awkwardness by sending you a message because his phone was stuck in boot loop. It just wouldn’t turn on. The stewardess chose that moment to come over the intercom and deliver a message from the pilot.
The mechanics have located the issue and are currently working to repair it. The pilot estimates that we will be ready to take off in two hours. We ask that you remain in your seats as much as possible during this time. Thank you for your patience.
Closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the headrest, Jin takes a deep breath to try and calm himself.
He had promised. He had promised you that he’d be home for Christmas. For this party that the two of you had planned for your family and friends. Now, everyone but him will be there and he has no way to get there or let you know anything. He can’t support you.
He is disappointing you yet again. It seems like it is all that he has done since your wedding nine months ago.
Taking one final steadying breath, you place his sweater back as it was and grab your dress. It is nothing fancy, just a simple sweater dress. The coloring compliments your complexion well and it surprisingly went with the color of Jin’s sweater. After putting on the dress, you move to the vanity and put on a subtle layer of makeup. Jin always commented that you didn’t need any makeup at all and you are usually in agreement, but tonight just seemed like a night where a little makeup was necessary. Taking one final look in the mirror and fixing a stray piece of hair, you make your way back to the living room.
Sitting on the sofa, you stare at the flames blazing in the fireplace. So many thoughts go through your head. Where is he? Why isn’t he answering? Is he okay? He promised he’d be here. He knows how much this means to me--how much I need him here tonight. What if something horrible happened?
Just as your anxiety levels are peaking with that final thought, you hear the joyful tones of your doorbell ringing through the house. Standing up, you smooth down your dress and gently wipe your eyes before making your way to the entrance. You take one more deep breath, put on a smile, and reach for the doorknob.
Opening the door, you are greeted with the sparkling smiles of the boys. They each walk in, giving you a hug before moving into the house to deposit the food, drinks, and presents that they brought along with them where they belong. Before you get a chance to follow them to question them about the absence of Jin, you are greeted with a massive hug from your best friend. Returning the hug, you usher her inside. You don’t have to introduce her to the guys because she has been around enough to know them. In fact, she walks right up to Jungkook and challenges him to a game of Jenga. Smiling softly, you turn to close the door and find yourself greeting even more guests.
Ten minutes later, you realize that all of your guests are extremely punctual and friendly with each other. You have your friend, the boys, their families, and your family. Placing the coats on the coat racks that were located near the door you pause for a minute or two--waiting for something--before beginning your hostess duties.
As the party continues, the volume increases. Taehyung is leading several people in Christmas carols as Yoongi plays the piano. All of the fathers are sat near the fireplace, talking about who knows what. Jungkook and your friend have roped Hoseok and Jimin into a game of charades in the dining room. The mothers are in in the kitchen, having kicked you out with sympathetic looks gracing their faces, stating that you’ve done enough and to let them take over. Well, almost all of the mothers were in your kitchen.
You make it to your balcony doors just in time to avoid any suspicious looks, or so you think. Feeling the chilled air hit your face, the floodgates are opened and the tears begin falling as you place your elbows on the railing and your face in your hands. You don’t hear that the door doesn’t completely close.
Jin’s thoughts are wholly on you. The plane still isn’t moving, he doesn’t know when it will, but he is thinking only of you and that promise.
It is a conversation from a month ago, a video call with you after your family’s Thanksgiving meal, that is replaying in Jin’s mind.
“It’s so hard without her here, Jin. It just isn’t the same. Dad doesn’t want to be around anyone. My brother talks about her like she is still here. All Grandma and Grandpa did was whisper to each other and look at me with sad eyes. I made her stuffing, Jin.” Your chin begins to buckle from the emotions. “I did it because I thought maybe that would make everyone feel like she is still here, but she wasn’t the one that made it. I did. I did, Jin. I miss her so much.”
“I know, baby. I wish I could be there with you.”
Continuing as though you didn’t hear Jin, you might not have, you say, “I put on a smile around everyone and try to be strong for them because I know that is what she would want. She would want us to be happy. But why am I the one being strong? Why am I the one that has to hold this family together? Why do I have to do this alone?”
“Babe, you don’t. You have me.”
“I know, but it isn’t the same, Jin. You are halfway around the world from me right now. I just… I need someone here.”
“Y/N…”
“I know you can’t help it. We both knew what your career would mean for our relationship. We talked about it before we got married. But that was before Mom….before she…” you fade to silence.
“Y/N. I hate that I can’t be there for you. You are the most important person to me in the world. It breaks my heart to see you like this and not be able to hold you. All I want is to be with you, especially now, especially on the holidays. I will do all that I can to be your rock from far away until I can see you in person. PD says we’ll be home for Christmas. What do you say we have a party for all of our family and friends?”
Looking at the camera, tears still glistening in your eyes, you smile. “I’d like that.”
“Then it is settled. You and me. Christmas Eve. We are going to hold the Christmas celebration of the year! And I won’t let you out of my sight for the entire time.”
“You promise?”
“I promise you, Y/N. We will be together for Christmas.” He makes an X over his chest with his finger and blows a kiss to the camera, to you.
Yet, here he is. 8pm on Christmas Eve on the runway. Sitting in a seat on a plane that isn’t moving. A plane that has a six-hour journey to get to your home airport. Roughly rubbing his hands over his face, he wonders if it was worth it. If that detour was worth this. Would you even be happy to see him after how much he has let you down?
Your mind is a fog. The chill in the air has done nothing but let your emotions out. You take a shuddering gasp into your hands. You jump when you feel hands firmly place themselves on your shoulder, turning you around.
You don’t look up, you just let the hands guide your to a warm solid body to lean into. To cry into. Your hands move from your face to grasp onto the fabric on the back of your comforter. Their hands are gently running up and down your arms and upper back. When they make a comforting “Shhh” sound, you identify your consoler as Namjoon. This makes you lean even further into his chest.
“Let it out, sweetie.”
And you do. You cry until you can no more. You cry until the front of his sweater has a distinct damp spot at your eye level. You cry until your throat feels like it hasn’t been used in years.
Pulling away slightly, Namjoon still keeps contact with you. His fingers gently wrap around your wrist before you’re able to turn around.
“Can I help?”
“Where are they, Namjoon?” You say in a voice that breaks his heart. So soft. So defeated. He knows exactly who the “they” that you are talking about are.
“You know they would be here if they could be. Your mom is here.” He points to your heart. “She will always be there. She is also here.” He points to your head. “Even if she can no longer be here physically, she is a part of you.” Fresh tears spring to your eyes and he pulls you close again. This is actually the first time he has seen you mourn for your mother. He was at the hospital to support you, at the funeral, with you after it. You always put up a strong front. He knows that this is not the first time you’ve mourned, Jin has come to him for advice on how to help you, but this is the first time he has seen it first hand. It breaks his heart to know that you’ve been holding this in potentially for months and your normal escape is currently missing.
“Where is Jin?” You whisper into his chest after your emotions have finally calmed somewhat.
“I don’t know. Has he not called?” Namjoon pulls away from you to look at his face.
“No. I’ve tried calling but it goes straight to voicemail.”
“Oh, yeah. His phone broke. I figured he’d borrow someone else’s though. He caught the flight after ours. He said he had to pick something up before coming home. Whatever that means. I’m sure he is fine. Just a delayed flight or something. He really wanted to be here for you, Y/N. He was so excited.”
“Yeah,” you say sadly.
“Really. He did. He’ll be here as soon as he can. I can guarantee you that.”
You turn to look at the view from your balcony. Namjoon comes to lean next to you.
“Do you want to come back in with me? It looks like all of the food is ready.” He gives you a small smile.
“Sure.”
He walks up to you, places his palms on your jaw, and wipes away all evidence of tears from your cheeks.
“Beautiful. Let’s return to the party, Mrs. Hostess.” He elaborately bows and motions you inside as he opens the door for you...earning a soft chuckle from you.
9:23PM
Ladies and gentlemen, please secure all of your belongings and fasten your seatbelts. Take off will begin in two minutes.
“Finally!” Jin says to himself as he hears the click of his seatbelt.
Finally, he is on his way home.
On his way to you.
He smiles softly as he closes his eyes, hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before touchdown.
“Thank you for all of your help, guys.” You say to the men now standing around your living room.
“No problem, Y/N! We helped make the mess, only right that we clean it too!” Hoseok says cheerily.
“It goes faster when more people help too.” Jimin pipes up.
“Is there anything else we can help with, Y/N?” Jungkook asks.
Looking around the house, it looks almost like there was never a party here to begin with. The trash has been taken out the cans. The dishes washed, dried, and put away. All of the leftovers either out the door with departed guests or in your refrigerator for later. It’s all done.
“No, I think you have all done much more than you needed to. There is nothing else to do.” You share a fond smile with the group.
Yoongi tries to hide a yawn but fails horribly. Taehyung laughs, slapping him on the shoulder roughly.
“I think it is past someone’s bedtime,” he jokes.
“I agree,” you smirk at Yoongi.
“Well, I think that is our sign! Say your goodbyes, boys!” Namjoon says to the group.
First to hug you is Jimin.
“Hang in there, Y/N. He’ll be here. Merry Christmas!”
Then Jungkook grabs you into a bear hug.
“Tonight was amazing! Happy Christmas!”
Taehyung’s brotherly hug is next.
“Merry Christmas, Y/N. It was great seeing you.”
Yoongi saunters up and gives you a hug that makes you think he is going to fall asleep standing up.
“It was a fun party, Y/N. Thank you for inviting us. Merry Christmas.”
Chuckling, Namjoon pats his shoulder, pushing him slightly toward the rest of the boys in the entryway. Looking back at you, Namjoon wraps you in a warm hug.
“You okay?” He murmurs into your neck.
You nod, pulling away from him. “He’ll be here when he can. Thank you for helping me tonight.”
“Anytime. We are family now, after all!” His dimples appear as he smiles down at you.
“Yeah Y/N,” Jungkook chimes in. “You married one of us! You are our sister. We’ll always take care of you.”
You give Namjoon one more quick hug before ushering the boys out the door.
You make your way slowly to your room, dress in your PJs, clean your face, and go back to the living room to watch some Christmas movies until you fall asleep or Jin gets home...whichever comes first.
Before plugging it in to charge, you take your phone in your hand. All of your texts remain unread. Attempting to call again, it goes straight to voicemail. You knew it would from what Namjoon said.
You just don’t know what do anymore.
Listening to the message that you’ll probably be hearing in your sleep, you leave what you decide will be your final message until he responds or appears at home.
“You promised, Seokjin. You promised.”
“Where to sir?”
Handing the man the piece of paper with your address, Jin adds, “As quickly as possible, please,” before leaning back and staring out the window with a soft smile on his face but worry in his gut.
4:00am
Your stomach rumbles as the closing credits of “The Polar Express” play on the screen. Deciding to make some hot chocolate to maybe help you sleep, you head to the kitchen.
Placing the milk on the stove to warm, you hunt through the leftovers for the snack mix that one of your guests brought. You place it on the counter, turning on the radio to help you pass the time, and return your attention to the milk on the stove.
You find yourself singing along to Christmas songs that are probably playing on every station. You stir while you subtly dance to the tunes.
You are so wrapped up stirring and your movements to hear the sounds of the front door opening quietly and luggage being gently placed on the floor. You miss the sounds of feet shuffling toward the kitchen. You miss the soft chuckle and smile that the owner of those feet presents when he sees you standing at the stove.
You don’t miss the feeling of arms wrapping around your waist and a chin coming to rest on your shoulder.
“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he whispers.
“Jin!” Quickly removing the milk from the heat, you turn around and wrap him in the tightest hug possible.
“I’m so sorry, baby! I would’ve been here hours ago but my flight got delayed on the runway. My phone died to so I couldn’t call you. I’m so sorry!”
“You’re here now. I’ve missed you.” You pull away to look him in the eyes.
“I’ve missed you so much.” He replies before capturing your lips with his.
A few moments later, he breaks apart, but you keep your eyes closed hoping he would continue. He doesn’t. Instead, you feel his weight shifting.
You open your eyes to look at him questioningly, but you see him pulling a box out of his pocket.
“As we were leaving our hotel, we passed a jewelry store,” he begins. “I saw this on the display and couldn’t leave without it. I had to get it for you. That is why I was on a different flight.”
He opens the box.
“This reminded me of you. The coloring, the shape, everything. The fact that this was your mom’s favorite stone made it impossible for me to leave without it. I know I broke my promise to you to be here for the Christmas party, but I felt like if I left this at that store, I would regret it forever.” He takes the ring and places it on the finger opposite of the one displaying your wedding band. “Forgive me, please?”
Focusing on his face, instead of the ring, you confidently say, “Forgiven” before wrapping your arms around his neck for yet another passionate kiss.
You’ve missed this. How the two of you fit so perfectly together. How you can tell exactly what he is thinking and feeling by the slightest touch or sound. His scent. Everything about him.
“Merry Christmas, Jin,” you breathe as you pull away from the kiss just enough to get some oxygen, forehead still leaning against his. You can feel his shoulders begin to shake before he can even respond.
“A very... married Christmas... to you too, Y/N.”
The joyous sound of his windshield wiper laugh fills the kitchen as your heart fills with the comfort and warmth that you have come to expect when Jin was around and miss when he was absent.
He is home.
You slap him lightly on the shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. “Go put your things in the bedroom and meet me in the living room. We have Christmas movies to watch! Traditions to make!”
You turn around to fill two mugs with the now lukewarm milk and hot cocoa mix. Before you can though, you feel his lips leaving kisses on the side of your neck.
“Yes, love.” He leaves one last kiss before turning away from you.
You smile softly to yourself as you pour the milk into mugs. You hear him stop at the kitchen on the way to your room.
“Hey babe, do you know what song you can’t sing anymore?”
“What song, Jin?” You turn around, already know what is coming.
“All the Jingle Ladies!” He tries singing the tune as he is laughing down the hallway to your shared room.
“Well if I can’t sing that one, you can’t either! You’re taken, mister!” You holler joyfully down the hall on your way to the couch.
You set the mugs on the coffee table just in time, Jin comes bounding over the back of the couch and bounces into place beside you. He pulls you in for another kiss.
“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Kim!”
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Kim.” You settle into his side and press play.
When you wake up, you find 2 mugs of cold cocoa on the coffee table, the tv screen asleep, and Jin’s head resting on yours. A blanket has been placed over the two of you, and you are holding hands underneath it. You can feel his fingers absentmindedly playing with his gift to you while he sleeps. The ring that was presented to you hours ago feels so natural on your finger.
Jin is home for Christmas. He kept his promise. He exceeded his promise, in fact, he brought a bit of Mom with him.
You smile as you close your eyes again and curl into his chest even more, feeling his arm wrap tighter around your waist as you do. This, spending time with Jin, is definitely a Christmas tradition that will continue for years to come.
A/N: I found the angst! I actually teared up a couple times while writing the reader’s parts. It hit close to home a couple times. I meant to get this out for Jin’s birthday... only a day late! Just like Jin!
I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think!
Plot: You’re a trainee and Seokjin has a crush on you.
Pairing: SeokjinxReader
Words count: 4k
Genre: Fluff
For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M.
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!
The mirror in front of you showed the reflection of a tired girl and without any strength on her, but even though you were aware of every aching muscle in your body, you kept trying the choreography.
It was exasperating the idea of having to show up in front of people, that sense of nausea that never left you and your legs shaking, but if you wanted to make your debut you should have endured.
The idea of becoming an idol had never been yours, at least not at the beginning. Your mother had always tried to live her life through you and as she hadn’t succeeded in realizing her dream, you had become her replacement.
Your voice was more powerful than hers, your body was more flexible and slender than hers, your face was perfect compared to hers. For your mother, you were just the improved copy of herself. And you never had the heart to say no.
Your character, sweet, mild and far too submissive had never been able to sustain the burden of the overwhelming presence of your mother.
And the weakest point of the person you were, was your shyness. For this, in the beginning, the idea of becoming an idol frightened you. The crowd, the expectations, the idea of having to please anyone else you wouldn’t have been successful. Nothing of that world excited you, indeed it had crept into you panic. Pure panic.
Observing your reflection you stopped for two seconds, the sweat that slipped along your skin impregnating, even more, the already moist clothes, the strands of your bangs glued to your forehead because of the veil of sweat. Your chest was up and down quickly, the short breath that accompanied him and the muscles of your legs thanked for that little break.
And in those seconds, you wanted to find the “breakthrough” in your mind. What was the time when that dream had become yours too? A small smile, albeit tired, widened on your lips when your answer finally came.
After six months of tiring practices, without sleeping or eating properly, you had found yourself in that same room in front of the same mirror. Your reflection was more minute, your hair longer and your cheeks still slightly chubby.
Yet the sense of freedom that your heart felt, that was something new. You didn’t know when and if you’d debuted, but at that time you started figuring out that being away from your mother was having a positive effect on you. The hours of practice, the nights spent to improve your voice, those few people you were able to approach despite your shyness, you found that they made you feel good. You even started to love fatigue, because it made you alive. After years you felt really alive.
“Y/N-SSI??”
Your memoirs vanished fast while the voice that had called you were filled with a certain concern. The voice reflected the expression on Hyun’s face, one of your sunbae.
“Oh, Sunbaenim,” you murmured feeling embarrassed starting to make his way because you could never speak to the boys, especially not those much older than you. The most desperate case was another one, so a pinch of calm kept hovering in you without making you a stuttering disaster.
“You shouldn’t be here to practice, you have to rest since it’s your day off,” he scolded you with kindness, staying close to the door. He noticed your dark circles and the fatigue with which your body barely stood up, details that worried him even more.
You nodded with a little smile, bowing at 90 degrees, “yeah, now I go sunbaenim,” your voice came out mildly but for Hyun it was enough for hear. With another smile, he bid his goodbye and you sighed with relief. At least it wasn’t HIM.
When the door was finally closed to your shoulders, you approached your duffel bag and started to tuck in all your things ready to go.
But the door opened again and you were ready to reassure Hyun, but the rumors that chatted little distant made you realize that it wasn’t Hyun this time.
“Oh, y/n-ssi, we didn’t know you were here!”
Looking in the mirror you watched them look kindly, although they were obviously tired as much as you. But they had to excel in perfection much more than you, so it didn’t surprise you to find them in the rehearsal room.
“I’m going away, don’t worry,” you’d lower your gaze by continuing to throw, with more fury and fast, your things in the duffel bag but someone surrounded your shoulders and a good and masculine scent pinched your nostrils.
“No, Y/N-SSI! Stay with us, we want to see how you dance. I heard you were great, pleaaaaaaaaase. ”
Taehyung was famous for being incredibly touchy and it was easy for him to embrace even those who didn’t know well. But that contact so friendly didn’t make you stiffen and didn’t provoke panic in your mind, but somehow you relaxed.
“I–I’m not that good.” You stuttered but he shook his head, laying a finger on your mouth so as to silence you.
“Taehyung sunbae….”
“Taehyung-ah is right. Stay with us Y/N-SSI! ”
Someone else agrees with his friend, but given your position, you couldn’t understand who.
And the sense of defeat led you to nod imperceptibly, while Taehyung loosened the grip of his arm on your shoulders and started hopping happily with your surrender.
It was at that moment that, slightly raising your face, your eyes took in Seokjin’s gaze. The red tint on his cheeks, his eyes that even though were tired shone with something you didn’t understand, his smile sweetest than ever.
That game of looks lasted little, however, because Taehyung and Jimin dragged you to an unspecified point of the room and they sat down and arranged you between each other.
“We’ve heard that in a few months you’ll debut, right??”
“Y-yes..”
“THERE’S NO NEED TO BE SHY WITH US, WE’RE ALL A BIG FAMILY! Hoseok shouted as he reached you and you smiled faintly, feeling overwhelmed by their presence.
You found them all amazing, witty and shy as you (especially Jungkook), but it wasn’t their fault if you had trouble letting you go. Your fears were the ones to control you and the fact of thinking you couldn’t please anyone was what caused your total closure towards social relations.
“Hobi Hyung let her see a few steps of the new choreography!” Jungkook proposed with a cheerful tone, his expression drawn in pure ecstasy when he began to hum while his Hyung moved his body with fluidity to the center of the room.
“Here,” someone handed you a little bottle of water and glanced up to thank you, holding your breath in recognizing that hand, that face, and that sweetness, “I guess you need it, you were practicing for a few hours, weren’t you?”
“Yes, Seokjin sunbae.., T-thanks..” You would have wanted to bite your tongue for having stuttered again, but he looked at you and when your fingers touched you noticed how he stiffened. That reaction confused you, but it was hard to notice what happened around to you when your own body for a simple contact seemed to go on fire.
Seokjin sat next to you, your shoulders almost touched and only then did you realize that Taehyung and Jimin were missing, just to go dancing with Hoseok. That more than a practice seemed like the gathering of seven friends who wanted to do some silly things and joke together.
“I look forward to seeing your debut, Y/N-SSI.”
“Why..?”
“Because I know you’ll be great and everyone should be lucky enough to hear your voice or see you dance,” he said with sincerity, feeling that filled every single word without distracting his gaze from his friends.
His compliment made you blush and again cut off any word you had found to establish a conversation.
Namjoon and Yoongi joined you two shortly thereafter, so you found yourself in whispering with Yoongi in a strange sense of tranquility. It was easy to talk to him, despite the fear that you had always felt against the rapper. The fact that both had the same origins, born and raised in Daegu, helped your conversation because your occasionally Satoori came out of your mouth and both began to smile.
But despite the conversation with Yoongi flowing smoothly, the presence of Seokjin near you didn’t make easy for your mind or body to relax.
He was kind of a magnet, he kept on attracting your attention in spite of your efforts not to let you distract. And if you had let yourself be distracted enough, you would have noticed the adoring gaze with which he looked at you or the jealousy into his eyes in noticing that you were talking to his roommate. You would have noticed every smallness that composed the greatest crush of Seokjin. Because that boy had begun to have feelings for you from the day you bumped into him the hallway a year earlier.
The other six knew, they had understood it even though he hadn’t spoken, and it was for that reason that whenever they could they involved you in their activities between the corridors or in rehearsal rooms. And you were completely unaware of everything.
“Let’s Go Dancing,” Seokjin’s hand sudden clasped yours, tugging and pulling you towards the group of boys who kept screaming and dancing without following a precise choreography. His hand was warm and soft. His slightly crooked fingers intertwined with your long and thin, making a strange combination, not perfect but.. Pleasant.
“Sunb–”
“Come on, dance,” smiling Seokjin began to make strange movements beside you, while Jimin and Hoseok laughed and joined him. You were smiling so much that now your cheeks were hurting, but eventually, you also started to take uncoordinated steps joining your laughter to theirs.
The only sounds you could hear were your laughter, the ruffling breath that each of you had for the exuberance with which kept leaping for the room, the screams of Taehyung that by now was forcing Jungkook to give him a piggyback ride.
“Kids, they brought us food!”
Yoongi’s scream stopped everyone, even you who started to feel a certain sense of hunger since you didn’t touch food from that morning. But you didn’t want to bother, so while they ran hungry towards their meal, you approached your duffel bag, putting it on your shoulder gently. It was still aching after a fall a few days before, but fortunately, the pain was slowly subsiding.
“What are you doing y/n-ssi??”
Your eyes opened wide to that question, seven pairs of eyes placed on you as you tightened the strap of your shoulder bag and swayed on your foot without knowing what to do.
“In.. In what sense?? ” Your voice, after the laughter of just before, slightly hoarse and needy of a hot tea to relieve the burning sensation. “I go back to my apart–”
Hoseok, the closest to you, clasped your wrist and with a small tug he jerked you off but you were strong enough that you could stay still in your place. “Don’t you eat with us?” he asked when he noticed that you weren’t moved, and your expression turned into sheer amazement, his question was totally unexpected.
“I..”
“Sit near Jin Hyung, there is room there!!” Taehyung exclaimed, pointing the small space left near the oldest that, without you noticing it, had already his cheeks redder than normal. And not for the impromptu ballet of before.
You dropped the duffel bag on the table, approaching Seokjin and sitting with grace near him. His scent, a mixture between cologne and the natural smell of his skin, was something that you wouldn’t be sorry to become addicted to. He offered you a dish and in silence began to pile various tastings of the dishes, without even giving you time to refuse. You loved eating, but your diet didn’t foresee that excess and especially not at that hour.
“So, are you ready for the debut? AAAAAH, I still remember our days as traineer.. We didn’t even know if we’d debut, remember?? ” Taehyung’s deep voice made everyone to nod, too many focused on their food to be worried about making conversation. “Behold here, taste this,” Seokjin had his lips close to your ear and his whisper made you shudder, but with a small smile nodded and began to eat.
“Yes, Taehyung,” you murmured shortly thereafter, the taste of kimchi that caressed your palate, smiling in the direction of the boy who gave you his usual rectangular grin, “I’m ready, though.. It’s scary, it’s really scary. ”
“It’s normal, Y/N-SSI But we saw you, ” the sound came out muffled from Namjoon’s mouth, too intent on eating to realize that he had spoken with his mouth full, “what this jerk wants to say even if he speaks with his mouth full, ” Yoongi stood in the middle, giving a lopsided look at his own leader, “is that you were born for it. True, Jin Hyung?? ”
The nominated had chopsticks in his mouth, but he had slowly put them off and swallowed anything he had between his lips maybe not even chewing. He seemed so eager to immediately respond that the tip of his nose blushed, as he turned towards you and his eyes pierced a huge hole in your soul.
“You’re perfect for that, yes.” And he would have liked to add so much more, but the presence of everyone else prevented him from giving voice to his own thoughts.
He would have wanted to say how beautiful you were or how your voice could calm the worst paranoia in his mind. He would have liked to tell you so much that whole days and nights couldn’t have been enough.
The warmth on your cheeks increased, while you distracted your gaze focusing it on your plate. You didn’t know what to say, your throat completely closed because of the emotion that that sincerity had provoked. You had never seen someone so beautiful and it was hard to think straight when every now and then he had these words for you. That way of looking at you, like you really were perfect.
So the doubt began to creep into your mind. But your shyness and inexperience immediately played their card, preventing you from understanding the truth in front of your eyes. Kim Seokjin had a crush on you, but you were too blind to see it.
~ ~
When the doorbell of your apartment, being a soloist a whole dorm would have been overkill, ranging to the walls were now the two in the morning. You just came home after a grueling day and you wanted to throw yourself in the bathtub, even fall asleep in the tube, you didn’t mind it.
Grunting you get up from the couch, throwing your phone on the pillow and crawling your feet to the door without looking at the peephole.
Seokjin, his wide pink sweatshirt and a pair of baggy trousers, was in front of you with an embarrassed smile.
You slammed your eyelids several times to make sure that the one in front of you wasn’t a hallucination, that you weren’t delusional, that it wasn’t a dream.
His eyes were enlightened by an emotion unknown to you, but as he quickly studied your body provoked a slight redness on the apples of your cheeks and the beating of your heart that sped up every second.
“Sunbae..?”
“It’s late, I know,” he began to say, his smooth and silky voice creeping into your mind making you shiver, scratching his neck visibly uncomfortable, “though.. I know that today was a hard day for you, I saw you with your manager and maybe I have eavesdropped the conversation.. ”
The words didn’t come out of your mouth, it didn’t even bother to hear that he had eavesdropped on your conversations. Something more delicate was creeping into your chest, a feeling that went to clear the fatigue and fears that day had brought.
“I wanted to tell you that if you need someone.. I mean, someone to vent on.. I’m here for you. ”
Seokjin hesitant and incredibly insecure was something you weren’t used to. Although you were sure that behind his narcissistic and extreme self-esteem waved in every single moment there was a soul disturbed by latent insecurity, he had never shown weaknesses in front of you. With a step forward, you stacked out your hand and grabbed his own. You didn’t know what was driving you, but you let the strange force do its course. Your fingers went, very easily, to intertwine with his and tugging you made him enter the house, closing with a blow of the foot the door.
“Seokjin-ssi, I wanted to make a cocoa. Do you want to join me?? ”
Perplexed he nodded, trying to calm the heartbeat of his heart, following your footsteps and starting to observe what surrounded him. He had the others to count on, you were alone. He couldn’t imagine how it was to endure the weight of the trainer years without anyone understanding the difficulties of every day. In his eyes, you had a strength that he envied and esteemed.
You drove him to your little kitchen, making him stand on the counter and leaving the grip on his hand you started to prepare hot chocolate. The silence was pleasant, no embarrassment and no reproach from your part about the late hour.
The presence of Seokjin was pleasant in itself, but his silence or the way he was passing something when you needed it was even better.
“So you heard, huh..?”
“Yes, sure you’re okay?”
You poured the chocolate into small pieces, following the recipe of your mother, starting to inhale the scent that was rising thanks to the steam emanated from the saucepan and Seokjin to your side continued to observe your every movement. He saw it, in your eyes, that you weren’t well and it just wasn’t fatigue. He knew what it felt like to have that kind of concern and seeing you in those conditions caused him the strangest pains.
“No, Seokjin-ssi.. But it was just postponed. You see I’m not ready to debut yet.. ”
“You are!” he uttered and you smiled in hearing the indignation hidden in the caress of his voice, “You are, Y/N. I’ve never seen anyone more ready than you, dammit. ”
“It’s not a problem–”
“It is. You deserve to shine, you deserve to receive the world and Pd-Nim should understand it.”
You ignored his words because you didn’t want the mood of that morning to go back to your heart, turning off the stove and starting to pour the dense and warm liquid into two cups. The scent was perfect but you found yourself thinking that no smell could be as good as the scent of the boy near to you.
“Y/N.”
“The cocoa is ready, Seokjin-ssi.”
“Stop hiding. You’re angry and it’s right just like that. You should show what you feel, don’t let everything slip because you’re too shy to say what you think. They must hear what you have to say. ” He said subheading, approaching and towering over you while your hands had trouble stopping their flickering.
You never allowed anyone to approach you that way, to read what your eyes were screaming but your mouth didn’t express, and you didn’t understand how he could do it. As he could see beyond the smile always painted on your lips.
“Y/N..”
“And what should I do?? It went like this, it was postponed.. I’ll debut when it’s time, I don’– why do you care so much? ” Your question, sincere and hissed with bitterness, provoked in the boy a discharge of disappointment. Not by the way you had replied, but because for the umpteenth time you had let it run.
“Why? Is it not clear?? ”
You raised your arms to the sky, running away from his presence too intoxicating and forgetting the hot drink, “NO, NOT AT ALL!” you yelled going to your room to be able to close in it and hide while crying without having to give explanations.
Your safe haven was so close, but he was faster and passing you he blocked your view and your passage.
“SEOKJIN.”
“I CARE BECAUSE I LIKE YOU, Y/N. AND I CAN’T BEAR TO SEE YOU IN THESE CONDITIONS!!”
“No,” you murmured, lowering your head while your mind denied what you just heard. You weren’t the kind of girl the boys found interesting, you had nothing special except the ability to disappear when shyness became too intrusive. You were nothing.
“Why no?”
“You don’t like me, you’re just feeling pity because after two years I’m still here.. Without my debut being nowhere near. Yours is only pity. ”
Seokjin took the blow, slightly unstable on his legs, while anger began to boil inside him. Anger that began to fade immediately when his eyes began to wander upon you. Your low head, your hands clenched on your hips, your shoulders bent down, your chest rising and dropping too fast. Your trembling.
How could he think to be angry with you when you were so desperately destroyed and couldn’t even accept that someone had feelings for you? What kind of life did you live for not knowing how special you were?
And at that moment he decided that he would spend his days in order to make you understand that you were a precious stone. Make you understand that you were worth it, even to suffer.
“Y/N.. Look. I’m here, not on the floor, ” he hummed with more sweetness, approaching you and placed two fingers under your chin. You flinched, lifting your head and letting his eyes, his dark irises decorated by long eyelashes, pierce your soul just by looking through yours. “Pity isn’t something that would push me out of my bed at two at night to make sure you’re okay. Pity isn’t something that drives me to look at you from afar, admire your smile and die for your laughter. Pity, no, it’s not what’s pushing my acts, Y/N. ”
“No.. You can’t.. ”
“What??”
You inhaled, you could hear his quick heartbeat thanks to the fingertips of his fingers, trying to set aside the desire to burst to cry, “I’m nothing special, Seokjin..”
“You’re not me, Y/N. You cannot know what I feel.. And never say it again, that you’re nothing special. ”
“But it’s tr–” you tried to say, but he leaned his thumb on your lips, hushing you.
“No, because for me you’re special” his whisper broke on your forehead when he placed his plump lips on your skin, sending a shiver along your spine, “that hot chocolate is waiting for us.”
“It is so important..?”
“Yes.. I’d like to remember our first date tied to a hot chocolate in front of a movie. ”
Arching an eyebrow you moved and watched him carefully, his eyes lit by a determination that you found sexy and adorable at the same time.
“Who says this is the first date..?”
“Moi. ”
“And you are..?”
He chuckled, bending towards you and rubbing the tip of his nose slowly against yours. That childish gesture also made you giggle, while the sound that your lips made, provoked in Seokjin a wave of happiness that couldn’t be quantified.
“I am Mr. Worldwide handsome, isn’t enough as an answer???”
Jin Reaction To You Confessing While Drunk [Angst, Smut and Fluff Versions!]
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Sorry, it’s been a few days! In the process of writing the J-Hope version also, and working on requests to schedule before college comes back around in a few weeks! Hope you are all having a good holiday
Rap Monster ¦¦ Suga ¦¦ J-Hope ¦¦ Jimin ¦¦ V ¦¦ Jungkook
The Confession
It had been a while since you and Seokjin had properly caught up or spent time together so on your first afternoon off from work, you agreed to meet at a local pub restaurant situated between your places.
With the meals followed drinks, and, what the heck, make it alcoholic! You both deserve it!
But what you don’t think you deserve is the way these feelings about Seokjin keep creeping back up on you every goddamn time you meet. It’s something you desperately try to shirk off throughout the afternoon and into the evening, but the drink’s telling you to just speak up to clear the air for yourself.
“Ah, it’s a shame this wasn’t a date, Seokjinnie... You’re so charming and handsome, and... damn, I think I’m in love with you” you sigh
Angst
Your confession does anything but clear the air; in fact, the air and waters are much more murky now... You are just having a joke around, right?... Riiight??...
Seokjin just stares at you for a minute, without a clue whether you’re kidding or not... and then all he can do is laugh like an idiot in a really high pitch, causing people in the room to turn and glare at him. And he really wants to stop because he’s embarrassing himself but he just can’t, because now he’s more sure that you’re serious, so when he stops [and he’s really gonna have to before he gets kicked out...] he’s gonna have to face the music...
“I’m sorry y/n, but you can’t just throw something like that upon someone...”
“I want to ask ‘why not?’ but I suppose I get it...” you sigh, readying yourself to leave.
He feels like a jerk already and most certainly doesn’t want you to leave... In his mind, he low key considers maybe setting you up with a friend because you only deserve the best, and he can’t exactly wish that he liked you back; you can’t wish for feelings you don’t have.
“Y/n, don’t go... This has been such a nice afternoon... Why spoil it by leaving in such a hurry? Besides, you’ve perhaps been a little happy with the booze, so...”
“Not to be funny, ‘Jin, but how would you feel if you confessed to a girl and she rejected you? You wouldn’t exactly wanna stay around, would you...?...”
Angst-Smut
Seokjin knows an attractive face when he sees one, and he just so understands that attraction in you... but there wasn’t any emotion there for you. So it would be wrong to just have his way with you and nothing more, right?
“Okay, okay... I get you...” he replies to your comment about not wanting to stay around. “Leave if you must, and I won’t mention it again”
Part of him actually hopes you will go before his own drunken mind gets a little out of control and he offers to walk you home or something.
“Fine, but you might have to walk me home, sorry... I don’t feel so hot right now...”
You say this to him, but he couldn’t disagree more... Dammit, why did you have to be attractive?
“I wouldn’t say so... You still look pretty good right now” he tells you, the compliment confusing you.
“’Jin, don’t mess with me...”
“Hey! I’m not messing! Can I not give you a compliment?”
“I mean, yeah, sure, but... isn’t that a little contrasting?”
“Not exactly, no... Emotional and physical attraction is like apples and oranges... They’re both attractions but not quite the same...”
“Pfft, silly... apples and oranges aren’t attractions... Emotional and physical ar--- oh, I see what you mean...” you say with a nervous chuckle. Yeah... You’ve definitely had too much to drink...
You continue to talk the evening away and the chat becomes somehow more flirty due to the influence of the drinks that you continue to each drink. The pub becomes more crowded, so you lean in further towards one another in order to hear each other.
No longer thinking as clearly as he did earlier, and unable to resist any longer, he places a hand on your leg and it sends shivers down your spine. You respond positively by placing your hand over his, encouraging the subtle strokes back and forth.
You get up to order the next round, and when you come back, you instead sit next to Seokjin instead of the other side of the table, and that’s when it gets much more sexual. The feeling becomes so urgent for the both of you that you don’t even leave the pub to try and fulfil those needs, exhibitionism being something Seokjin has always liked the idea of.
[I may or may not have been thinking of this video (video link nsfw) when writing this] You find yourself becoming very daring, brushing your hand over his crotch area, making him so hard for you and he finds himself begging for you to do more right here and now.
He lets you have complete control over him; after all, it’s the least he can do after earlier when you must have felt out of control with your feelings... Alright, perhaps this isn’t helping in the long term, but... the dick wants what the dick wants, and right now, it’s your hand pumping him up and down, not even fully under the table.
After this little sexual endeavour, you guys might return to each other when you’re feeling needy, but he can never take it to a relationship level, and somewhere down the line, he helps you get over your feelings for him, probably because the experiences teach you that feelings don’t have to be attached to have a fuck.
Fluff
At first, Seokjin is silent after your confession... is he thinking wishfully or did that just happen? Did you just say those words to him? He’s going to be a little arrogant in response so he can play it off as a joke, just in case you’re kidding. His guard is up for now, and he doesn’t wanna turn out an idiot at the end of this drinking session meal.
“How could you not fall in love with a face like mine?...”
“‘Jin, I know you think that was a joke, but... it wasn’t” you tell him.
He leans over the table immediately to kiss you. This is what he’s been waiting for for quite a while now; all he needed was a confirmation that you might actually also see him as more than a friend.
He pulls away from the kiss so he can tell you “First of all, if this was a date, I wouldn’t take you here... Only the best for you, y/n...”
Fluff-Smut
“I think we should move on to somewhere else... honey” he smiles at you.
“Oh yeah?” you reply. “Any ideas?”
“I don’t know, I was thinking just somewhere... with a little more privacy... I mean, this is big...”
“Okay, okay... Your place?”
The rest of the night is spent drinking at a slower pace and just having really deep chats about everything and anything, and although there’s less kissing or hugging than you might have expected in a situation like this, this is all you need. You learn things you thought you would never find out about him, and you tell him some of your biggest secrets.
You even start to make arrangements throughout the ongoing month so that you can see each other more often, resulting in you staying over at his place on weekends so he can come home from work to you or vice versa, depending on your schedules.
One night, you come home to a dimmer room than usual, but then you notice the candles and the chill music...
“’Jin?” you call out, still not seeing him as you walk into the living room. He appears from the kitchen with... is that a rose?
“You sounded like you had a tough day earlier on the phone, so... I wanted to treat you and allow you to relax... Come, I’ve made dinner for you”
Seokjin gives you such a romantic evening, even just having a meal with him in the kitchen feels like a fancy date at some high end restaurant, only here, you get to kiss and cuddle as much as you want, and your own personal cinema is right there in the next room where you watch a couple of rom-coms and it’s so cosy.
The two of you just end up getting more and more intimate, and the atmosphere really encourages a more sexual feeling, and you discover that romantic sex is the best sex. He lays you down gently on the bed as though you were a princess, and he kisses every inch of your body, not missing a single part.
The feeling you get once he’s inside of you is unbelievable. He starts of slowly and sensually, and then halts to look into your eyes and say
“Your confession was the best thing that ever happened to me; I’m never going to forget it”
“i hope i’m never stuck with you on a desert island” (#79 reader x jin)
The kitchen and cabinets were bare. You were moving into a new apartment in anticipation of you and Jin’s upcoming marriage and were trying to run out of everything before next weekend. Mission accomplished. In your eyes, the only edible items left were bread, a can of beans, some pancake mix, and a long forgotten bag of peas in the freezer. Your options were dismal on this Wednesday night and it looked more and more like you’d have to go back out in order to eat a suitable meal.
Just then, the knob turned and in walked your best friend and your husband to be in approximately three weeks. “Y/N, I brought you a $5 dinner box from the chicken joint.” Thank goodness he happened to show up at this exact moment.
“Jin, you are truly a blessing!!” You brought your head out of your fridge and hurried to hug him tightly.
“I know, aren’t I, Jagi?” His face was smug, but he welcomed your tight hug before you pulled back and whacked him on his chest.
“I was here about to starve to death,” you whined, grabbing the bag of food and bringing it over to the small dining table. Jin stopped off in the kitchen and decided to peruse the offerings.
“What are you saying, Y/N? You still have a good amount of food in here!” You incredulously turned around to meet his gaze, ready to call him out on his false statement. Your words died in your throat though when you saw he already had one of his signature faces on that made you laugh every time.
“Jagi, I’m serious! I hope I’m never stuck with you on a desert island. You’d give up and we’d starve to death instead of you helping me find ingredients to make a tasty dish.”
“Not true! I’d at least be useful for finding firewood!” you tried to retort. It was in vain though, because your supposedly better half began cackling as he filled two glasses with water from the filter.
“Yes Y/N, I can count on you to always be warm, but not to have my tummy fed. That’s alright, in return for you staying by my side, I’ll always have some food ready for you,” he explained and of course, didn’t fail to send you an air kiss. At first you cringed a bit, although fully used to his antics. He sent you another kiss and another, and as usual, he wouldn’t be satisfied until you at least caught one and pressed it to your cheek. You decided to do more though and reached over to kiss his cheek in return. A beautiful smile blossomed on his handsome face, and although he was right, you decided to be simply thankful that Jin never failed to take care of you.
Thank you for requesting @sangstergirl7 I am so sorry it took so long! I’ve had writers block for a while and I’ve been literally caught up in drawing wtf I know. I hope you like this it was my first time writing something like this for Jin and I enjoyed it! I think writing this has made me think about Jin a bit too much haha. But please enjoy! MWAH! xxx This could be better ik
It had been months since you last saw your boyfriend, and finally you were sitting down, drinking coffee at his dorm he shared with the other 6 boys he worked with. If you had to admit one flaw about the situation, it was that the two of you didn't have much privacy staying in these conditions. Staying at a hotel was suggested by you but due to your boyfriends busy schedule, the only time off he could get was a couple of afternoons during this week to spend with you.
As you sat at the dining table in the kitchen, browsing your phone out of boredom, you wished even staying one night away could be an exception. But right now, you were alone in the dorms, waiting for him to get off work. It wouldn't be long now until he'd come through the front door and kiss you. You'd been teasing him all day, texting him annoyingly, but somewhat sexually. At one point he wasn't taking it and he eventually stopped responding but around lunch time is when he made his move, texting you back a 'baby when I get home you're going to regret teasing oppa'. It excited you to see what your boyfriend would do since he had never really played along with any role play you suggested but he seemed to want to dominate you from his texts. Which was something you'd tried to get him to do for so long now.
You sat up as you heard the front door open, and to your surprise, it was him, but also everyone else. One after the other stumbled through the door, all looking tired apart from one. Thank god he wasn't as beat as the others. And if he was he was hiding it really well.
A loud chorus of 'hello' was sung out by all of them as they all dumped their bags down in random areas. Soon enough they had all disappeared into different sections of the house and it was just you and your boyfriend. "Sorry I teased you all morning baby, I've just been bored." You said walking over to him, hugging him tight. You heard him sigh as he wrapped his arms around you. "You should be sorry. It was hard to focus you know." You just laughed at him, looking up into his eyes. You stretched on your toes to reach his lips, placing a soft kiss to them. As you pulled away, he bent down following after your lips not wanting it to end. You let him kiss you again, now wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he did with you.
As you continued to kiss passionately, you heard somebody clear their throat. You instantly pulled away, looking to see who had caught you both in such a moment. It was Yoongi. "Yah, honestly you should hire out a love hotel for an hour if you're going to be gross like that around here." Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and snapped. "Hey! I'm older than you! Show some respect." "I don't care. I'm going to get coffee what do you want?" "Nothing." There was a long silence before you realised Yoongi was waiting for an answer from you too. "Y/n, anything?" "No I'm ok thank you." You said sweetly. Not trying to create conflict. You both watched him leave the dorm and as soon as the door closed, your hand was being pulled by your boyfriend towards his shared room.
"What are you doing?" You said laughing once you reached the room and the door was closed. "We don't have much time but we have enough." He said raising his eyebrows suggestively. You laughed harder and thought about how mad Yoongi would be if he found out you two had sex in his room. "Jin, I don't know if we should. I don't like getting on the bad side of Yoongi." He stepped closer to you, kissing your lips again, instantly reaching for your top. Although complying isn't what you wanted to do at this moment, you felt you had no control over your body and you just let him do what he wanted.
Once your top and bra was laying on the floor, his hands moved up to cup your chest, squeezing and playing with your breasts as you tried to undo his pants, lips still not leaving each other. Small moans were escaping your mouth in the kiss as he moved one hand down to unbutton your shorts, the other still tugging on your right nipple. As his hand moved down the front of your shorts and into your panties, you gasped, hanging your head back. You heard him laugh as he slowly started walking you over to the bed, his hand slowly rubbing against your clit.
When he pushed you down, his hand left your heat and you sighed in frustration. But as you watched him undress himself, your excitement built up. You were so in awe of him undressing you didn't think to take your shorts off. Once he was naked, he laughed and grabbed onto your knees with both his hands, spreading your legs apart, then he reached down to pull your shorts off, along with your panties. You could feel how wet you were for him and there was no doubt he could see it. This was a 'fuck me now' kind of situation. No foreplay was needed it had been that long.
"You want me to go slow?" You spread your legs wider in front of him, looking at how hard he was was making you more and more needy by the second. You shook your head fast. "No don't, we probably don't have time, just fuck me now. I need you." He smirked at you as he bent down to hover over you. "You just want me to fuck you huh?" "Yes." You hung your head back as you felt his tip glide over you slit. "God you're so wet Jagiya." You moaned hearing his words. He usually wasn't so talkative in sex, but your teasing brought something out in him. "I am, all for you." He laughed softly, then as he pushed himself inside of you, he sighed out of pure bliss. And as for you, the feeling was much needed to cure your frustrations from the past month, making a loud gasp leave your lips as you gripped the back of his neck. As he started thrusting into you slowly, it felt as if no one else in the world existed.
After some time, his thrusts picked up as well as the muffled sounds coming from the both of you from trying to be quiet. Everything was starting to feel better and better and you both were kissing and clutching onto each other in the heated mess that was the both of you. Up until you heard the door click open. Jin, not noticing at all, continued to pound into you hard as you tried to tell him the door had opened. You couldn't see if it had opened on its own or if someone was there because of his shoulders. But then, something you wish you hadn't heard, an awkward laugh and a loud 'ah' sound came from where the door was. Instantly you knew who it was, and Jin snapped out of what he was doing and turned to look. Now his shoulders were out of the way, you could see a shy Jimin covering his eyes but still standing in the small gap of the door.
"What!"
"Hyung , I just wanted to borrow Yoongi's laptop. Sorry sorry." He said as he rushed over to Yoongi's bedside table, still covering his eyes, to grab the laptop. As you covered your face and chest out of embarrassment, fear rushed over you suddenly when you heard the door click shut and it was just the two of you again.
"Jin, Jimin will tell Yoongi." You suddenly whimpered. But Jin just ignored you as he started thrusting into you again at an intense speed, making you scream louder and louder. His lips met yours in a sloppy kiss so you'd quiet down. He seemed to not care at all about Yoongi's reaction. But you'd just have to wait and see.
