#jin x reader

[aurorraaaa]

When you gonna post Devotion? I hope I'm not sounding desperate.

You're not sounding desperate at all, love. Devotion will be up on 21st July. Thank you for being excited enough to ask, it genuinely makes me smile. I hope it'll be worth the wait.🫶🏼

[minyoonified]

Loved your hybrids hcs, would love to see more of them!

Of course! You could request for the same members or perhaps a certain trope you’d like to see? I apologize for the lack of updates as well, university and my job has been keeping me very busy so most of my drafts are partially finished, I’ve been a little burnt out of coming up with ideas so any suggestions you haven’t seen that you would like to be written would be helpful! Thank you for understanding🤍

[twelveohfour]

prev anon i mean smut list 2's #1 or #8 yeah

smut list 2, prompt 8: ice cube cool down (went with #8 bc it was really calling to me for some reason)

warnings: 18+, MDNI!! Established relationship au. Very much pwp. Explicit sexual content: temperature play (ice play), fingering, oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie.

word count: 2.8k

credits: Dividers from strangergraphics.

do not repost!! this is my original work.

The idea of summer was nice, sure, but you’d be the first to admit that the real thing sucked.

You could name about a hundred things you preferred over thick, muggy air that enveloped you without warning, a sun that beat down so hard that it was difficult to be outside before the early evening, and taking so many cold showers in a day that your hair was rapidly turning to straw. The worst part about the oppressive heat of summer? You couldn’t even cuddle with your boyfriend, had to roll away from Seokjin’s broad frame earlier that morning. You loved him, but he was like a radiator, and there was nothing less appealing than the prospect of having to peel your sweaty skin off his.

Today’s weather is perhaps the kind you hate the most, heat and humidity combining to create something truly awful. Making matters worse, your apartment’s air conditioner has been on the fritz, barely keeping the indoors cooler than outdoors, so there’s really no reprieve from the heat. You’re sprawled on the living room couch with a bag of frozen peas pressed to your flushed chest, your curtains drawn tight to prevent even a shred of light from coming in and making the space any hotter. Seokjin is plopped on the cool wood of the floor, scrolling idly through Netflix.

The black shirt he wears, the same one that you’d laughed at him for accidentally shrinking in the dryer, is more fitted than the loose silhouettes he prefers, and the thin layer of sweat that’s beading over his skin means that the shirt is nearly painted on now. If you look closely enough, you can almost see the outline of his pecs from where they press against the shirt’s thin material, a clear indicator his time in the gym was paying off. If nothing else, at least summer afforded you the chance to see your boyfriend without the several layers of clothing he favoured during the rest of the year.

Seokjin had the brilliant idea to get bags of ice earlier that he’s now dumped into a big bowl, and he fishes in it to plop a chunk into his mouth. He shakes the bowl slightly in offering. “Want some? It’s the nugget kind. Good stuff.”

You decline with a wave of your hand, content to relax with your rapidly-thawing frozen peas as your eyes lazily follow the sitcom he’s settled on.

He shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

The screen quickly becomes less interesting than the scene in front of you: your boyfriend finding relief from the heat by dragging the little ice pellets across his neck and pressing them against his collarbones, uncaring of how the ice was melting, the rivulets staining his thin shirt. Once he’s had enough of that, he glides the rounded pieces across his thick lips, and your throat goes dry as he does. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think he was trying to get a rise out of you. You can do nothing but watch the subtle motion of Seokjin’s full lips taking in the ice and getting redder with the shock of cold.

The image of his lips stretched around the rounded pieces is oddly reminiscent of how it looks when he has your nipple sucked in between his plush lips, or when he takes your clit in between his teeth, as he often liked to do. Your body begins to heat up, and this time you can’t blame the weather.

Seokjin catches you staring, because you’re really not being subtle with the way you’re ogling him, but he assumes it’s envy you’re feeling. Really, it’s another one of the seven deadly sins that’s grasping you: lust. Your brain is telling you it’s far too hot to get close to anyone else right now, but your heart doesn’t care about logic, not when the sight in front of you is so erotic.

“You good, ______?”

It takes you a little too long to register that he’s asked you a question that requires an answer, because you’re too busy watching the path of the bead of water that slips past his bottom lip and glides down the length of his thick neck, tumbling to the neckline of his black shirt.

“Hmm?” You reply, a little dazed. “Sorry, I zoned out. It’s the heat.”

“The heat, huh,” Seokjin repeats dryly, seeing right through your dumb excuse. “Nothing else?” This time, he fixes his eyes on yours as he takes a frozen pebble between his lips, keeping it there for a brief moment before he takes it into his mouth and there’s no trace of it aside from an errant drop of water that cascades down his chin. You try to snap your eyes away, feign nonchalance, but the thrum between your legs is quickly becoming inescapable.

“Come here,” he murmurs, placing a piece gingerly between his lips. You peel off of the couch, bag of frozen peas long forgotten as you sit beside him on the cool floor. He leans in to mould his lips against yours and passes the rapidly-shrinking piece of ice to yours expertly, the sudden drop in temperature making you shudder.

Jin pulls away, and this time, he traces his thick lips with the ice and presses against your mouth again. The temperature difference between your mouths is noticeable, even though it only takes a few seconds before your body heat wins out and the coolness dissipates.

“Not a bad way to cool off,” you mumble. “Beats the frozen peas for sure.”

Seokjin chuckles. “I have a better idea, if you wanna try.”

You nod quickly, eager, and jump back a little as his fingers, cool from the bowl of ice he’d been rummaging in, brush against the hot flesh of your stomach to pull up the hem of your top. You take the hint, tossing it somewhere on the floor behind you. He places a few pieces of ice in his mouth and lets them melt before he closes his now-cool lips around each one of your nipples, pebbling them with sharp sucks and light nips of his teeth that you can’t decide whether you want to pull away from or keen further into.

The cold of his lips and teeth are a shocking contrast to your hot skin as he tugs and sucks at the heated flesh, but the initial shock quickly blurs into pleasure that makes you mewl, has your clit thrumming excitedly with anticipation.

When he pulls away, yet another drop of water ruining his shirt, you decide it has to go. “Take this off,” you nearly demand, yanking at its hemline. You watch, bemused, as the shirt’s seams threaten to tear with how fast Seokjin peels it off of his broad shoulders.

Though the tight shirt was doing him a lot of favours, you weren’t sad to see it go, not when it was in the way of the real view. The creamy skin of his defined chest is revealed to you, and it’s your turn to drag the ice across his firm pecs, down his toned abdomen, watching as he shivers from the sudden chill.

“Looks like you needed to cool down, too,” you tease, picking up another piece of ice as the first one melts, leaving a wet trail in its wake. This one, you circle around the pigmented flesh of his nipples, and his intake of breath is audible when you press the shrinking ice lightly against the hot skin. His loose shorts have begun to noticeably tent, showing you just how much he’s enjoying your activities.

Before you can keep going on him, Seokjin pulls your shorts off. You hadn’t bothered with underwear; they were just another layer that’d trap heat against your body, and it’s not like you cared much for modesty at home. He raises a dark eyebrow at you, but the way his eyes quickly snap back to your slick folds tells you he’s not complaining.

The seemingly never-ending supply of ice in the bowl comes in handy when he plucks a piece up, rolling it between his index finger and thumb and spreading your thighs apart with his other hand. When he presses his cold palm to the heat of your core, your first instinct is to recoil, and the slide of a chilly finger into your now-weeping cunt makes you gasp aloud, hand instinctively moving to clutch his wrist. “Fuck, that’s cold.”

Seokjin withdraws immediately. “You want to stop?”

It’s not long before the initial shock fades into pleasure, and you shake your head. It’s the push he needs to add another finger, fucking both lazily into you. His rhythm is slower than you’d ordinarily like, but in combination with the chill of his palm as it brushes against your heated core, the feeling is heady. Before long, you’re letting out soft whines.

The cool fingers of his free hand part your folds a little, just enough to expose the small nub of your clit, and press a rounded piece that you hadn’t even notice he’d picked up right over the sensitive region. Your thighs snap shut around Seokjin’s wrist, a reflexive response to the cold, but a wiggle from the fingers still buried inside of you has your legs falling back open.

The feeling isn’t quite the numbness that comes with the cold, but instead a burn that’s almost unbearable against the nerve endings of your clit. You don’t know whether to focus on the burn or on the now-punishing pace of your boyfriend’s fingers stretching you open. “Holy shit,” you choke. “S-stings.” You press your body back into the uncomfortable wood of the floor to get as far away from the ice as possible, but you’re no match against the unyielding strength of your boyfriend’s arm, so you can do nothing other than wait for the melt of the ice.

“Aw, but I thought you were feeling hot, though,” Seokjin coos, tone condescending. “Thought you wanted to cool down. No?” With that, he withdraws his fingers from you, and your walls flutter disappointedly at their loss. He’s quick to replace his fingers with another piece of ice, which he drags down your slit, relishing in how you squirm. But rather than dragging it against your throbbing clit as you’d expected, he slowly pushes the small piece into your entrance as he rubs lazily at your clit with a cool finger.

The ice’s size is, of course, no replacement for the fingers that had been stretching you, but your spine goes ramrod straight for a different reason. A cry falls out of your lips at the sudden burn of the ice against the heat of your walls.

“God, Jin,” you sob, frame slumping forward in overwhelm. “’s cold.”

Seokjin grins, devilish. “Kind of the point, babe.”

It feels like it’s taking too fucking long for the ice to disappear, and all you can do is writhe as you wait for the sting to ebb away. After what feels like an eon, the ice melts, and you’re glad to be met with the familiar grooves of your boyfriend’s fingers, now back to a somewhat normal temperature, as they curl against your aching walls. But that’s the only relief you get, because the pace of his fingers is borderline brutal now, making wet, sloppy sounds facilitated by the remnants of the ice and your own slick.

Your mouth falls open, no sound coming out. Despite all of Seokjin’s hard work cooling you down, the telltale heat of an impending orgasm runs down your body, pooling deep in your gut. With a few last harsh pumps inside of you, your walls tighten around your boyfriend’s now-drenched fingers, heart thudding in your chest as you let out a string of curses interspersed with his name.

“Feel good?” he asks, like he already knows the answer to the question.

You nod quickly. “Feel great. But how’s it fair if only I get to cool off?” you murmur, voice dripping with pretend concern.

Seokjin’s eyes narrow, like he’s not quite sure what you’re about to do, but when you scoop up a few pieces of ice and plop them into your mouth, he figures it out pretty quickly. As you swirl the pieces around in your mouth, your cold fingers slip past his waistband, a smile tugging at your lips when you realize he’s also foregone underwear. His length is hot and throbbing in your hand, and when your hand squeezes around him, it’s his turn to be shocked by the ice’s chill. “Fuck. Warn me next time,” he hisses.

The ice in your mouth has more or less melted, and before your mouth and tongue can get too warm, you lean down to guide the leaking tip of his cock past your lips. You’re met with a near-instant buck of his hips that pushes more of his length into the chill of your mouth, making you cough in surprise. The groans you coax out of Jin in response are worth the stretch of your throat as it quickly becomes raw.

“Cold enough yet?” you tease, slipping a few more pieces of ice in your mouth as you take a second to breathe. When you take him down your throat again, you’re met with a salty taste that tells you just how much he’s enjoying this, and that wills you to go as far down as you can on him. You watch intently as he squeezes his eyes shut, working his teeth into his lower lip; his expressive reactions have your pussy clenching around nothing.

Seokjin doesn’t let you keep going for much longer before slipping out of your mouth, his flushed tip falling against your chin. “Flip over,” he grunts, pulling a pillow off of the couch so your knees don’t bruise on the hard wood. You barely have a moment to catch your breath before you oblige.

You’re both so worked up, and it's just so hot, that he doesn't bother with any of his usual teasing, just gathering enough moisture at the head of his fat cock to ease the slide in. With a snap of his hips, he’s all the way inside of you, and it feels like your breath is knocked out of you. “Shit, baby,” you whimper at the stretch. “So good.”

He only gives you a few beats to adjust to the intrusion before he begins driving his hips forward in earnest, thrusts accompanied by sharp breaths. Clearly, he’s too affected by your earlier foreplay to hold back any longer. Jin’s pace is so fast your eyes are going unfocused, but you’re grateful because the blistering speed means his hot skin is pressed against yours for the shortest time possible, allowing him to fill you up without either of you getting overwhelmed by the heat. It’s a win-win situation, really.

Of course, you’d prefer to have a full view of your boyfriend’s face and watch all of his little reactions as he fucks you, but at least his cock stretches you out nicely in this position. When your arms get weak, sending your chest to the cool floor and your hips upward, it lets the head of his dick kiss a spot inside of you that has your toes curling and Jin groaning. “F—fuck,” you pant out.

Seokjin drags a few pieces of ice down your spine, making you whine in surprise. Your skin is burning so hot, you’re almost shocked there isn’t an audible sizzle when the ice meets your back. “Liked that?” he grunts in response to the way your cunt squeezes around him, slowing his pace to a languid roll. His thrusts are getting more and more irregular, and it’s clear he’s falling apart himself.

You bring a hand down to toy with your clit, needing just a bit of additional stimulation to push you to your end. Your body goes almost feverish as your orgasm washes over you, making any sort of cool relief the ice might have granted disappear. You cry out something that maybe sounds like Seokjin's name as the muscles of your pussy begin to spasm hard around the intrusion, and a few sloppy thrusts later he spills into you, grunting low as he does.

Your knees, evidently tired of bearing your weight, begin to shake on the pillow your boyfriend had so thoughtfully given you. You roll over onto your back, catching your breath as you take in Jin’s appearance: skin flushed, hair dampened by sweat, but handsome as ever. When you catch his eye, he smiles tiredly, chest still heaving.

“Fuck, I’m hot again,” he pants. “Need a cold shower.”

“So much for cooling down,” you mutter, trusting your shaky legs to get you to the bathroom.

Perhaps you could be convinced to tolerate summer. With the appropriate accommodations, of course.

it’s been unbearably hot this week, so it felt appropriate to post this today lol i hope everyone is staying as cool as possible! thank you for the request, anon 💛

part of my drabble challenge! requests are still open!

[aurorraaaa]

Hey is in Devotion, y/n gonna end up with Jungkook or Jin , I'm curious.

I honestly don't know. I haven't even started writing the final part yet, and if you've read Eleanor, you're already well aware of my love for a good Red Herring. So I'm not saying a word.

[aurorraaaa]

So excited for it , but if she gonna choose Jin by the end I'll be cry in middle of the road I'm telling you.

See? This is exactly why I keep telling you to stay neutral.

[mikrokkosmos7]

Light in the darkness

Kim Seokjin x Reader

Word count: 12.8k

AU: Homeless Jin x Teacher reader, romance, falling in love, angst with a happy ending, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, explicit sexual content (minors dni!!!)

Warnings: Discussions of past child abuse (I wasn’t planning on making it this heavy) but the ending is so happy!!

Summary: Heading to a new cafe in a different part of town leads to a chance encounter with a kind homeless man. What happens when he gets sick and needs somewhere warm to stay?

The air was always cold during the winter time, but for Seokjin, it seemed like with each year that passed, it got colder. All he could do was be grateful that it rarely ever snowed here. Sometimes, when he could see his breath fan out in front of him, the feeling of ice prickling his skin; he knew that if a storm were to come, he wouldn’t make it through. Not too mention, he was pretty sure he had already caught pneumonia from freezing half to death.

The only thing that helped was the thick, heavy blanket a woman had given him months ago. He swore up and down that she was some kind of angel, because no one in his entire existence had ever been that kind. He would be the first one to tell anyone that. Growing up being tossed from foster home to home would do that to you. He was just happy that Taehyung didn’t have to go through what he endured. His younger brother found a good home before all of that.

It wasn’t supposed to be that way. The two of them weren’t supposed to be separated, but when a good family came along; only able to adopt one child, he made sure it was Tae. He needed his little brother to have a good home. That came first. He would wait for his turn.

As it turned out, his turn never came. Most good families didn’t want the older kid. There was one home he got placed in that was decent. By decent, he meant that they never beat him up like his previous home had. Seokjin never once asked for anyone to love him. Just having a safe home had been enough for him.

It didn’t last long, though. That family wasn’t able to make rent, and he was sent right back from where he started. As he got closer and closer to turning eighteen, the less he wanted to get put in more homes. He was better off in the system rather than having to get his hopes up with a new family again.

The last home they placed him in at sixteen years old all the way up until the day he turned eighteen was bad. He was taken in by a couple who enjoyed fostering a bunch of kids only to abuse them. He didn’t have it the worst in that house. Instead, it was the younger kids. They were small, and defenseless compared to Seokjin. That foster home was part of the reason he was homeless today, because nobody wanted to hire him.

He fell behind in school and wasn’t able to graduate, because instead of finishing homework, or studying for important tests, he was busy trying to protect the little kids from their foster parents. A lot of times it ended up in physical alterations between him and them, but it was better that way. He would take it so the younger ones wouldn’t have to as much. The unfortunate thing about people who had connections and a lot of money; it usually meant they got away with it. Which was why Seokjin had gotten labeled as the troubled kid with a temper. He got in trouble for the fights, not the abusive foster parents. They reported him, but he somehow got lucky enough to get an ankle monitor and community service.

No one would give him a chance for work after that, and he tried, countless of times with no luck, never giving up on trying to find something. The one good thing that came out of that whole situation was that those people finally got investigated and found out, and in result, they were no longer able to foster anymore kids.

So no, Seokjin really wasn’t used to kindness from anyone, but that didn’t mean he would ever stop being kind. There was an older homeless man down the street who seemed to be suffering from the biting air. He hadn’t seen the older man before; it usually only being him in this area. It looked like the elderly man might have dementia, but what made him sad was that he had no blanket, not even a coat to keep him warm.

He looked at his own blanket that the kind woman had given to him sitting over his own lap with a frown. As grateful as he was for her giving it to him, he felt that the old man deserved it way more than he did, so he got up, dragging the thick blanket with him to where the other man was laying before placing it over him. The instant change in him once he was covered up made Seokjin smile, a rare thing. Whatever happened now, he knew that helping the elderly was worth it.

____ ____ ____ ____ ____

When you decided to head to the new cafe with amazing coffee that one of your coworkers, who happens to live near that area, told you about; you promised yourself to check on the kind homeless man on the way back and make sure he was doing okay. You checked on him every weekend ever since you found out about that cafe and had noticed that he looked entirely too skinny the first time you saw him. You always made sure to get him a full meal every weekend, and gave him gift cards for fast food near that area to last him for the rest of the week.

It was freezing this morning, and you wrapped your coat tighter around yourself, shivering until you made it into the heated cafe. You were so glad that you had given the man a warm blanket before now. You ordered your usual coffee and some breakfast for him while you chatted on the phone with your best friend.

“What are you up to anyway, Teach?” Jungkook, head chef and owner of your favorite restaurant asked.

“I’m at that new cafe Hobi told me about. I wanted to check in on that homeless man and see if he’s doing okay.” You responded, sitting in one of the chairs as you waited for the food to be ready.

“You have a big heart, Y/n. I know I’ve told you that before, but you really do.” Your best friend told you.

“It’s common human decency, JK.”

“Well, yeah, of course, but you go above and beyond. Not everyone does what you do.” He insisted, his tone daring you to challenge him.

“Well- Oh! The food is ready, Kook. I’ll give you a call later. Maybe we can hop online and game for a bit?” You suggested.

“Say less!” Jungkook exclaimed excitedly. “Also good luck. I hope that guy is doing okay.”

“I hope so too.” You smiled before throwing your phone back in your purse.

When you parked near the grass, you noticed the blanket that you had given the man was gone. In place, was him laying there in a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

As you got out of your vehicle to approach him, you noticed his skin was very pale, and he was shivering uncontrollably, his entire body shaking.

“Hey, hey…” You wished you had gotten his name. “Can you hear me?”

The man turned his head to you, blinking his eyes rapidly to clear his vision. “I-So c-cold.”

“Is it okay if I touch your arm?” You asked softly, and he nodded.

You gently reached for his wrist to press your thumb against his pulse. His heart was racing. He must have the beginning stages of hypothermia. He couldn’t stay out here like this. It would just get worse.

“Can you walk?” You stood back up, holding a hand out for him.

“I feel n-numb.” He responded, but he did reach for your hand, letting you pull him up off the ground.

“It’s okay, you can lean on me.” You rested an arm around his back for support, letting him lean on you as you guided him to your car. You turned the heater on low as you made your way back home.

You moved into this house pretty recently, so it was lucky that you had the spare bedroom ready.

“I’ll go grab some extra blankets for you.” You finally spoke when you guided him to the room.

You frowned when he hesitated. He was still shivering, but not as bad as before. “I don’t want to dirty your clean bed.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Sheets can be washed. I just want you to get warmed up.” You gave him a reassuring look.

Once he got in the bed, you grabbed the extra blankets and piled them on top of him over the comforter. “Thank you… You didn’t have to do this.”

“It’s no problem. Oh, wait, let me grab you some warm tea to drink. That should help out too.” You gave him a small smile before heading into your kitchen to warm up a cup before bringing it back to him.

That, along with the warm blankets did seem to start helping, and you were relieved.

“Thank you again, really.” He whispered.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad I was able to help.” You responded before turning off the light and leaving him to get some rest.

In the meantime, you got some stuff done around your house that needed to be done, and sent of a text to Jungkook, asking if he could drop off a few extra pairs of clothes he didn’t really wear anymore whenever he had time.

An hour later, there was a knock at your door.

“So, you gonna tell me what these clothes are for?” Was how your best friend greeted you when you opened the door.

You scratched the back of your neck, knowing you were about to get a lecture about inviting a man inside your home that you barely knew. “Well, the guy on the streets that I’ve been checking on the past couple months… He’s here right now resting.”

“Y/n! Are you- What if he is dangerous?” Your best friend’s eyes were bugging out of his head.

“He’s harmless-“

“Oh, so you know him that well?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows.

“Well, no, but… I couldn’t just leave him there. He was starting to get hypothermia, and it would have gotten worse. He must have given his blanket to someone else because he didn’t have it anymore and all he had on was a t-shirt.” You defended.

“Oh shit, really?” He finally relaxed, setting the box of clothes on your table. “How is he now?”

“Better. I gave him some warm tea and a whole bunch of blankets.”

“Good. Well, I actually gotta head down to the restaurant really quick. They need my help with something, but um- Are you gonna be okay?” His tone was concerned, like he wasn’t sure if he should leave you here alone or not.

“I’ll be okay, Kook. I know I don’t know this man well, but I promise you, I don’t get any bad vibes off of him. My gut is telling me that he’s harmless. He’s been nothing but gentle every time I’ve seen him.” You said confidently.

“Alright, I don’t know the guy, but I’m trusting you here. Call me if you need anything.”

You promised him that you would.

You checked on the man quite a few times to make sure he was still okay. He slept peacefully, all through the day, and all through the night. He must have really needed the rest to sleep that long. It worried you a little bit, but each time you went into the room, he seemed okay. His breathing was even, and he was no longer pale, no longer shivering.

You were in the middle of cooking some breakfast when the man entered the kitchen, his eyes sleepy and hair ruffled from a good rest. A nice shower would probably make him feel a lot better. He didn’t stink or anything, which meant, even being homeless; he must have taken care and cleaned himself as often as he was able to. His hair was long and falling over his eyes, a slight beard growing from not being able to shave his face. He was still way too skinny.

“Hey good morning. You really needed sleep.” You chuckled, flipping over some scrambled eggs in the pan.

The man’s entire face turned red, like he was embarrassed. “I - Yeah- Sorry. I didn’t mean to overstay my welcome. I’ll get out of your hair. I really do appreciate your generosity.”

You waved him off, gesturing to a chair at the counter. “Nonsense. Sit. I made some breakfast for you. You’re welcome to use the shower as well afterwards, I’m sure it will feel nice.” You passed him a plate of pancakes and eggs, and that was definitely the sound of his stomach growling, you could tell.

He didn’t get to eat anything yesterday due to what happened, so he was probably starving.

“Thank you…” He mumbled quietly, taking small bites of his food. “It tastes delicious.”

You beamed, eating a plate of your own. “You think so? I try my best.”

He nodded in response, and while he wasn’t smiling with his lips, he was with his eyes. “I used to enjoy cooking as a teenager. I would-“ He cut himself off, shaking his head with a frown.

You didn’t press. It must not have been an easy thing to talk about for him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain.”

He gave you a grateful look as he finished up his food. He ate every single bite of it. You were glad he enjoyed it, but you were even more so just to see him put something in his stomach.

You showed him to the bathroom after cleaning up, because he insisted on helping you out, saying it was the least he could do after everything you’ve done for him. You really didn’t think you did anything truly exceptional. What you did was the right, humane thing to do in your eyes. Sure, not everyone would have brought a homeless person into their own home, but for you, it was barely even a thought. You just acted. He was safe, and alive. That was all that mattered.

“Um, do you have a razor by any chance?” He asked, pointing to his face in his emphasis. He seemed hopeful. He must have preferred a clean shaved face.

“Top left drawer. There’s a spare toothbrush in there as well. You can take it.” You reassured, handing him a pair of grey sweats, boxers, and a black t-shirt, along with a towel and cloth. “My best friend brought these by. They’re all clean.”

He took everything from you, and all of a sudden, it looked as if he was trying to hold back tears. It made your chest clench thinking he may not have ever experienced any kindness in his life. He thanked you again before you shut the bathroom door.

You changed the sheets in the spare bedroom with some fresh ones for him before throwing the other set in the washing machine. You couldn’t let him go back out there like that after what just happened. The thought didn’t settle right with your stomach. You would give him a warm place to sleep until you could get something else figured out for him. It was the least you could do.

You found yourself lost in thought when he came out to find you sitting in the living room on the couch. What had happened to him? How did he end up like this? He seemed like such a gentle soul. There were so many questions running through your brain, and each and every one of them would be too personal to ask. If he wanted to talk about it, he would.

“I know I said it already many times, but thank you again… You have no idea what you’ve done for me, truly.” His voice startled you out of your thoughts, and as you looked up at him, you were slightly taken aback because, he was beautiful. It was something you hadn’t paid attention to before, but now it was something that you couldn’t help but notice.

He was dressed in the clothes from Jungkook, and his face was freshly shaved, which made him look younger, his hair slightly wet as it fell into his eyes. You blinked before clearing your throat. “It’s no problem, um- I realized I don’t know your name.”

He looked surprised that you cared to know, shuffling around on his feet like he didn’t know what to do with himself, his dirty clothes foldy neatly in his arms.

“It’s Seokjin.” He spoke quietly.

“Seokjin.” You repeated with a smile before telling him your own name, and just as he was about to respond, he wavered on his feet, almost losing his balance.

“Woah, are you alright?” You got up off the couch to steady him, resting your hands on his arms.

“I’ll be fine… I think- I’ve had a flu. It might have turned into pneumonia. I just felt dizzy.”

“Pneumonia?” You blanched, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead, and then his cheeks. “You’re burning up. What happened probably made it worse. You should lie down. I’ll get you some medicine for the fever.”

Seokjin shook his head. “It’s okay, honestly. I don’t want to intrude any longer. You’ve already done more than enough for me. I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Look… I can’t make you stay here. If you want to leave, you can leave, but I want you to know that you’re not intruding. It would make me feel better if you stayed until we can figure something else out. If you go back out there in the cold, you will get worse.” You said softly, and in response, he looked so confused about your concern.

“Okay...” He finally agreed, and you sighed in relief.

Once he was laying down, you grabbed some medicine and a full glass of water. You sat on the edge of the bed after handing it to him, watching him take large gulps with the pills.

“Are you having trouble breathing at all?” You asked.

He shook his head. “No. Well, maybe through my nose, but that’s to be expected. My lungs feel clear.”

“Good. That’s good.” You breathed out in a fresh wave of relief. “Rest for as long as you need.”

It was well after a week later when Seokjin finally started feeling better. Perfect timing, because It was also winter break for schools, which meant you had a couple weeks off from work, and tomorrow; it was Christmas Day. You were hosting it at your house this year. Your parents would be coming over, along with your sister and her husband Namjoon. Jungkook would also be coming by, because he wasn’t able to fly out to see his parents after New Year’s. He would be bringing the desserts.

You were just finishing up with wrapping the last minute gift, setting it underneath the Christmas tree when Seokjin came into the living room. You were glad it was already wrapped, because the gift happened to be for him. You didn’t want him feeling left out while everyone else would be unwrapping gifts tomorrow. Plus, he deserved something nice. You didn’t know how long he had been on the streets, or when the last time he was able to celebrate the holidays. There was so much you didn’t know. All you knew, was that he was very kind and gentle. You had no clue what he’s been through.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” You asked, looking up to see him in a pair of jeans and t-shirt that Jungkook brought for him.

“I’m doing better. I actually- I know you said I’m welcome to stay for a while, but I don’t want to disrupt your Christmas, so I thought maybe-“

“Seokjin, you shouldn’t have to spend Christmas alone out there.” You cut him off before he could say he would leave.

“I’m used to it. I’ve done it for years.” The way he said it like it was just a fact made you want to cry.

“Well not this year. You think I’m just going to kick you to the curb on Christmas eve?” You asked incredulously.

He opened and closed his mouth, but he didn’t have anything to say to that, so he settled for sitting down on the couch. “What are you doing?”

“I just finished wrapping your gift.” You grinned, plopping down on the couch as well.

“You got me a gift? I- Why?” Now it was his turn to act incredulous.

“Because we’re friends now.” You said simply.

“But I- I’m not able to get you one in return. I have no money. I don’t need anything. The fact that you are even letting me be here for Christmas is a gift itself.” His eyes were shining with tears.

You shook your head. “I’ll get gifts from my family and my best friend. You don’t need to feel bad. You deserve a gift too.” You reassured him.

The next thing Seokjin did took you by surprise. He threw his arms around you and hugged you tightly, hooking his chin on your shoulder. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Your arms came up to hug him back, resting your palms against his back.

He flinched momentarily, almost as if it were a reflex, and then he relaxed in your hold. It didn’t slip past your notice, though.

“Are you hurt?” You pulled back to look at him.

His eyes widened. “No, I’m not hurt. It’s just… I have scars on my back.”

You shouldn’t have asked, it was none of your business, but the question spilled out anyway. “Did someone put them there?”

He gave you a sad smile, like he was trying to reassure you, but what he said next didn’t make you feel any better. “It was a long time ago. They don’t hurt anymore. It’s only a memory now.”

“Oh god…” You felt sick to your stomach at the fact that someone had actually physically hurt him in the past, and he said it was a long time ago, which meant someone hurt him when he was just a kid most likely.

“Y/n, it’s okay-“

“No… No, It’s not okay. How can you say it’s okay?” You were angry now; angry at whoever hurt him so badly that it would cause him to flinch at someone even touching his back. The memory was obviously a painful one, and being touched there must have reminded him of it.

“It’s not okay it happened, but I mean, I’m okay now. They haven’t been able to hurt me in a long time.” He said.

“But the memory hurts, doesn’t it? In here.” You placed a hand to your heart.

He couldn’t deny that, so when he didn’t say anything in response, you just leaned forward to hug him again, rubbing his back soothingly. “I’m sorry that happened to you. You didn’t deserve it. No one deserves that…”

He let out a breathy exhale as he returned the hug this time, his eyes falling shut. It felt nice for him, to be held like this. “You’re an angel.”

Those words had your face turning scarlet faster than it ever has. No one has ever called you that, not even your exes. It was a good thing you were hiding your face against his shoulder.

You didn’t let him go after that. You knew he needed the comfort. Instead, you moved the both of you into a laying position on the couch as you held him, your chest pressed to his back.

“I haven’t been able to celebrate a nice Christmas since the last time I saw my younger brother, which was when I was a child…” He started to open up, and you were shocked, not expecting it.

“Where is your brother now?” You mumbled against his shoulder, against the cotton of the t-shirt.

“I don’t know… We got separated as kids. He got adopted into a good home. My parents put me up for adoption when I was a baby, and I went to a good family at first. They adopted Taehyung a few years later when he was a baby. I just turned eight when our adoptive family passed in a car accident. Tae was five. We went into the system after that for a few months, and when an opportunity came up for a good home, I made sure it was my brother who got it.”

Your heart clenched as he explained.

“What happened to you?”

“I… I was put into a foster home where I got those scars. I was with that family for years until they got bored and tossed me back into the system. Everytime it happened, I was just glad it wasn’t Tae in my position. I went to another home for only a couple years after that. Nothing really happened there, but they couldn’t make rent, so I went back into the system again.”

Your arms tightened around him almost protectively, even though it was too late for that now. It wouldn’t change what happened to the younger version of him. This man had been through so much. You couldn’t even imagine what that all must have been like for him.

“The next home I went to was when I sixteen. They didn’t hurt me like the previous one, and it was only because they wanted to hurt the younger foster kids. I intervened every single time I could to try and stop it. The last time I got into a physical fight with the man before he could take out his anger on a little girl. Then, he ended up giving his wife a black eye and blamed it on me, and she went along with it. They had money so they pressed charges against me, and I ended up being the one in trouble. I’ve been on the streets ever since I was eighteen. No one wanted to hire me because of the offense I had on me. I tried for so many years, and no one would give me a chance. By the time the offense was off my record, it was because no one wanted to hire a homeless person with no work experience. I’m just glad that the foster parents finally got caught, and weren’t able to foster kids anymore.”

You didn’t need to see him to know that he was crying as he finished his story. All you could do was hold him through it; give him as much comfort as you could. He wasn’t the only one crying either. Hearing everything he told you made you cry as well. No human being deserved to go through what he went through.

“That’s- You didn’t deserve any of that. I think you are so strong for being able to protect everyone around you while holding yourself together.” You whispered.

“It wasn’t easy.” His voice was hoarse. “Is it okay if we stay like this for the rest of the night? You can say no, I just… I’ve never had someone comfort me before. Not since I was seven.”

“Yes, of course. I’m here. You’re not alone.” You turned on a Christmas movie for the two of you to watch, and you counted it as a success noticing it relaxed him even more. You ended up falling asleep shortly after the second movie.

A knock on the door the next morning had you startling awake. You were still on the couch with Seokjin, in the same position you fell asleep to last night, with your arm wrapped around him. You moved once you noticed it woke your new friend up as well, grabbing your phone to check the time to see if you overslept or something. You hadn’t; it was still early, and you weren’t expecting your family until later. When another knock came, this time impatient, you knew that it had to be your best friend.

You got up and padded your feet to unlock the front door before opening it. The smile on his face was much too chipper before having your morning coffee.

“Wow, dressed already?” Was he way of greeted.

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion before looking down at yourself. Ah, yes… You didn’t change into your pajamas last night after hearing Seokjin’s story. You hadn’t wanted to break the comfort.

“Oh, I actually still need to shower. I fell asleep in my clothes last night. What are you doing here so early, anyway?” You pressed a hand to your hip.

“Thought I’d help out. I was getting bored at home.”

“Of course you were.” You rolled your eyes.

Jungkook ignored that comment completely, instead moving over to where Seokjin was sitting on the couch, watching the exchange quietly. “Hey man, I’m Jungkook. It’s nice to officially meet you.”

“Hi, Seokjin.” Your new friend responded, holding out a hand for Jungkook to shake, but your best friend scoffed and pulled him in for a hug instead. You laughed because it completely caught the other man by surprise, but he returned it nonetheless. “You’re the one who gave me these clothes, right? I appreciate it, thank you…”

“Don’t mention it! Any friend of Y/n’s is a friend of mine.” Jungkook waved it off.

“Well, I’ll let you two chat. I’m gonna take a shower.” You left them to it, not the least bit worried. You had a feeling they would get along easily.

As you let the hot water fall over your skin, you thought about everything Seokjin had told you yesterday. It made your heart hurt for him, but it also made your blood boil. It made you want to find the family that gave him those scars and give them a piece of your mind. You didn’t even know what they looked like… Or how bad they were. It was something that you dreaded to ever see with your own eyes.

You didn’t know how someone could endure so much and still be so gentle and kind. You were surprised he even trusted you at all… That he didn’t run off first chance he got. You were glad that he didn’t, and in this time getting to know him more, you have grown to care about him and his well being. You didn’t want to see him out on the streets anymore. He deserved something good, something stable for once, and you wouldn’t be the one to take that away from him.

You decided to wear a red cardigan since it was Christmas, settling for a pair of ripped jeans to go with it; then you put a little bit of make up on and curled your hair before heading downstairs to find your best friend and new friend chatting it up on the couch, and Seokjin… He was laughing at something Jungkook said. You frowned, suddenly jealous because you haven’t gotten a laugh out of him yet, and your best friend here did, just like that?

It faded pretty quickly though, because it was just nice to see him laugh at something period. No matter who made him do it. It meant he was at least happy enough to let loose, right here and now.

They sensed your presence while you just stood there like a dumbass not saying anything to alert them that you were back, and you cleared your throat as they both just looked at you. Seokjin’s eyes were unreadable, but JK’s were scrutinizing. He was trying to read your mind, the jerk.

“What’s so funny?” You went with, joining them on the couch.

“Jungkookie was telling me something funny that happened at his restaurant.”

Oh. Jungkookie? He had a nickname now?! You didn’t get a nickname. Well, he did call you an angel, but it wasn’t in the nickname sense. It wasn’t like he would carry on calling you that, so it didn’t count. So, what? Did he like Jungkook better than you now? Not only did he make Seokjin laugh, he earned a damn nickname from your new friend. Like they were best buds. In reality, you were glad that they got along, but you weren’t thinking about that right now.

“Why are you murdering me with your eyes right now, Y/n?” Your best friend raised his eyebrows practically up to his hairline, amused.

You blinked. You couldn’t exactly admit what you were just thinking about. “I was thinking about how you woke me up early with no coffee.”

Your best friend knew you too well, and because he knew you; he also knew you were lying, but thankfully he kept quiet… For now. “Okay, Grinch. Who wants to do a coffee run with me then?”

You ignored that, but before you could speak, your new friend did. “I’m actually going to take a shower now. You guys go ahead. I mean, unless you wanted me to go, if you would like to stay here?” He said the last part to you, a question.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’ll go with the pain in my ass.” Jungkook snorted in the background, and you just grinned. “What kind of coffee would you like?”

“Oh. I’ll be fine. I don’t need one.” He said softly, and you knew for a fact it was because he didn’t want you spending money on him.

“Seokjin, it’s Christmas. Let me get you one, atleast this once, please?” You tried.

“Okay, but I want to help cook and be the one to clean up the dishes. It’s the least I can do.” He finally relented.

“Well-

“I wasn’t asking about the dishes, I will clean them. As far as the cooking goes, I would like to help, if you’ll let me.” He added.

“Alright, you got a deal.” You smiled.

“Anything sweet for the coffee is okay with me.” He returned your smile.

“Something sweet, gotcha.” You nodded, and you already had an idea of what you could get. He would probably love a snickerdoodle latte.

“That’s a nice sweater. You look really pretty.” He said once he got up, the tips of his ears red.

You blinked twice, surprised, your face flushed, completely ignoring Jungkook’s twin raised eyebrows. “Oh. Thank you.”

Seokjin nodded before disappearing down the hall, presumably to take his shower. You sat there dumbly for a moment, having not expected a compliment, or well, atleast not one like that. It made you feel… strange. Not in a bad way.

Your best friend waited until he heard the water start running before he spoke. “Seokjin is nice. I like him.”

“Yeah, I noticed. The way you two were all buddy, buddy.”

“So, you were jealous. I thought so.” Jungkook smirked.

“I was not jealous!” You balked.

“You were totally jealous. Why?” He laughed.

“I wasn’t jealous. I was just wondering what you did to get him to laugh and deserve a nickname when I have known him longer than you have. He likes you better than me.” You crossed your arms, knowing you were being petty. It made your best friend laugh even harder, clutching his stomach. You threw a couch pillow at him, to which he foreseen because he caught it.

“Well that’s because you must being boring.” Jungkook teased. “I’m the cool one.”

You gasped. “How dare you! I am not boring.”

“I’m joking. He definitely likes you better.” He tossed the pillow back at you with a grin. “Let’s go get that coffee, Grinch.”

“Jerk!” You laughed.

On the way back home, warm coffee in your hands, you let Jungkook drive the car back. “Can’t believe you pretty woman’d him.”

You gaped at your best friend. “He’s not a sex worker, JK. I did not pretty woman him!”

“Do you like him?” He asked then, tone more serious.

“I- I don’t know…” You trailed off with a shrug.

“It’s okay if you do. That’s not a bad thing. He’s a nice guy. Definitely easy on the eyes.” He gave you his first reassurance of the day.

“No, I know. I don’t want to take advantage… I gave him a place to stay, and he trusts me. It’s not my place to say, but he’s been through a lot. I don’t want to jeopardize a sensitive situation.” You explained.

“I get it. I’ll tell you what… After I see the way he cooks today, if he does a good job, I’ll let him work at my restaurant. Let him cook all of it. If I give him a chance, I gotta know he’s a decent cook.” He suggested.

Your eyes widened. “Really? I’m sure he would love that.”

Your best friend smiled. “Let’s see how he does.”

As it turned out, Seokjin was not only a decent cook; he was an incredible one. The food was delicious, and you could tell that your best friend was thoroughly impressed. Your parents, your sister, and Namjoon all enjoyed it as well.

You were pretty embarrassed when your mom dragged you aside to ask if Seokjin was your boyfriend. You had blushed and told her that he was a good friend.

You were really happy to see how well he got along with your family. He was smiling so much, like he was truly happy in this moment.

As you all gathered around the fireplace to unwrap gifts, he waited until everyone was done before opening his. You had gotten him a silver chain necklace, and he seemed to really like it, putting it on right away with tears shining in his eyes.

Now, it was just the two of you again after everyone else had left, sipping some spiked eggnog as you watched more Christmas movies on the couch.

Seokjin set his glass down with a relaxed smile. “I better stop. I don’t drink. I’m pretty much a lightweight.”

You giggled. “I can tell. Your eyes are unfocused.”

He blinked, refocusing on you. “Jungkookie offered me a job.”

A smile rose to your face. “I know. He talked to me about it. I’m happy for you.”

“I just- I can’t believe he would give me a chance just like that.” He sounded like he was stunned.

“I can. It’s because you deserve a chance. Jungkook saw that too.” You said confidently.

Tears sprung to your new friend’s eyes. “None of this would have happened if it weren’t for you. I don’t think you know how much you have done for me, and when I’m able to make enough money, I’ll pay you back for everything, all of the food you have spent money on.”

“Seokjin, I don’t want you to pay me back. I didn’t help you with the intention that you would pay me back someday. I’m just glad you are safe, and healthy.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Will you atleast let me return the favor when I’m able to?” He asked. “I would really like to.”

“That, I can do.” You agreed. “I’m pretty sleepy from the eggnog so I think I’ll head to bed. Good night… Merry Christmas, Jinnie.” The nickname slipped out of your mouth.

“Merry Christmas, Y/n.” He responded, bidding you good night. You thought he called you an angel again, but you couldn’t be sure, and as soon as you hit your sheets, you fell fast asleep.

It was still dark outside when you were startled awake by noises down the hall. After coming to your senses, you realized that it was Seokjin.

Worried, you pulled the covers off of you before getting out of your bed, padding down the hall to the guest bedroom to find your friend letting out small whimpers, his form shaking in bed. At a closer inspection, you noticed sweat beading on his forehead. He looked to be in distress.

You called his name once, softly, but also loud enough for him to hear. No response.

You sat down on the edge of the bed carefully, reaching for his arm. “Seokjin, you’re okay.”

“Please, stop…” Another whimper. He was having a nightmare.

“Seokjin.” You tried again, and this time he jumped awake, his eyes opening wide as he shot up in bed, breathing heavily.

“Hey, Seokjin. It’s me… It’s Y/n. You were having a nightmare.” You said gently, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.

His eyes blinked rapidly before clearing and settling on you. He felt guilty. “Did I wake you up?”

“Don’t worry about that. You can’t help it if you had a nightmare.” You got into bed beside him, opening your arms. “Come here.”

He did immediately, laying back down before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest before burying his nose in your hair.

“I’m sorry for waking you.” He murmured.

“Don’t be. I’m here. No one can hurt you, ever again. You’re safe.” You rubbed your hand back and forth over his back, your forehead pressed against the cotton of his t-shirt. His heart rate was starting to calm with each stroke.

It was minutes later that he spoke again. “They don’t happen all the time, not anymore. Before, I got them every single night. Now, it happens maybe once every couple of months… It’s always the same exact nightmare though.”

“Can- Can I try to help you replace the bad memory with a good one? It might not work, but… I want to try. I don’t like seeing you suffer.” You pulled back a bit to look at him.

“Okay, how?” His fingers fisted in your own shirt.

“Well, first… Can I see?” You asked, and when he froze, you immediately backtracked. “Only if you are okay with showing me. You don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable.”

His body relaxed, and then he was leaving your arms to sit up, flicking on the bedside lamp before pulling his t-shirt off, tossing it to the end of the bed before turning his back to you.

If you thought you knew what to expect, you were wrong. Thick red scars ran up the expanse of his back. Some were bigger than others, but they covered every inch. The scars were so bad, it looked like the wounds hadn’t healed correctly, the skin raised. They looked like they were from lashings, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain he must have felt getting them. They may have just been scars now, but scars weren’t only left on the outside, they were left on the inside too.

Tears gathered in your eyes as you ran your fingers featherlight over the raised skin, tracing each and every one of them. Seokjin shivered in response, goosebumps appearing on his skin as he relaxed into your touch.

As you leaned forward to rest your forehead on his bare shoulder, your tears wet his skin. You wished you could just take them away. Take every bad thing he’s ever gone through away and replace it with something good. Once the tears started, you couldn’t get them to stop, and soon you were full on crying against his back, your arms moving beneath his to wrap around his middle, holding onto him as you broke down.

“Y/n… I wouldn’t have showed you had I known it would make you cry.” His voice cracked as he spoke.

“I’m… I’m okay. I just- I don’t understand… I don’t understand.” Your tears wet the skin of his shoulders before dripping down his back. You stayed that way until they slowed down.

“Some things will never be understood, but I’m alright now. I may have nightmares from time to time, but they don’t take over my life.” He placed his hand right over yours where it was resting on his stomach, his bigger one completely covering yours.

You let yourself calm down before carrying on, and when you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to a scar on his upper back right near the middle, you checked in with him. “Is this okay?”

His breath caught, the exhale he released drawn out, and then you felt him nod. “Yeah.”

With his approval, you pressed soft kisses to each and every one of his scars, your lips tracing a path to the next one, and you would continue doing this until the memory of how he got these scars were replaced by the feeling of your lips.

You held him that night, and he slept peacefully, no nightmares in sight, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You fell asleep with your chin resting atop his head. The next morning, you woke up to him making you breakfast. After everything he went through, he was still so thoughtful.

New year’s eve would have been spent at home if not for your coworker Hobi inviting you to his big party, talking about how teachers needed to have fun too. You were wearing a sparkly black dress, and Seokjin was wearing a really nice silky black button up that Jungkook had loaned to him, along with a pair of black pants. His hair was also swept to the side, exposing his forehead. He looked so handsome you could cry.

Jungkook brought a date with him here, a nice girl he had been seeing for a couple weeks. It was still new, but it seemed promising. You were happy for him. You left Seokjin with them to go grab a glass of champagne for the two of you; your best friend was talking to him about starting work after the New Year.

“I’m glad you could make it, Y/n. You brought quite the date.” Hoseok grinned, tapping his champagne glass against your own.

“Oh, it’s- we’re not dating.” You realized you were frowning.

“Well, if you want to be, then you might want to say something.” Hobi raised his glass to gesture at something behind you.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you turned around to see what he was talking about, and your stomach dropped. Lea, the sweet, confident teacher that all of the male teachers loved was talking to Seokjin. No, not talking; she was flirting with him, her finger trailing over his left bicep over the material of his dress shirt. Whatever she was saying to him had his ears turning red.

You downed the champagne in one go, grabbing another glass. “Wonderful. Because of course. I mean, look at him. Who wouldn’t want him?”

“Adorable.” Hoseok snorted. “He’s not returning her flirtations. I’m a guy, I would know. He’s not interested.”

“He’s blushing.” You pointed out.

“Uh yeah, because he’s embarrassed by something she said. Trust me, he’s not interested.” Your friend reiterated.

Even with Hoseok’s reassurance, you were still doubtful, your heart clenching painfully as you walked over to Seokjin with two glasses of champagne. He was alone now, and he thanked you for the drink when you handed his to him.

“I saw you met Lea.” You said quietly.

“I did.” He said, the same red tint to his ears. “She told me she wanted to be my new year’s kiss.”

Bile rose up through your throat, making you sick to your stomach. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“I s-“

“You should go for it. It’s New Year’s. Have fun.” You took a large drink of your champagne, and then another.

He was giving you an indecipherable look. “I should?”

“Yeah, of course.” You shrugged, finishing your glass of champagne. Inside you felt like you were breaking, but you would sacrifice everything for his happiness. “You deserve to be happy. Lea is a nice girl.”

Seokjin swallowed noticeably, a frown furrowing his eyebrows. “But-“

“You should go find her. Don’t lose out on this chance on my account. I can hang out with Hobi. Good luck.” You gave him a thumbs up before disappearing in search of Hoseok. You were just talking to him, where could he have gone?

You hoped Seokjin was able to find Lea. You didn’t want him to think you were ditching him, but couldn’t have him stick by your side because he felt bad, or felt like he owed you or something. You didn’t want to hold him back. He was an amazing man, your coworker would be extremely lucky to have him.

“Well, it didn’t work out for me. Lea already asked him to be his new year’s kiss.” You moped when you finally found Hobi in his kitchen getting out more champagne out for everyone.

“And he said yes?” Your friend looked shocked, as if he could never be wrong about something.

“I mean, I’m assuming so.” You shrugged, sitting down on a stool at the counter as you sipped from your glass, sadness evident in your features.

“What do you mean by assuming so?” Hoseok leaned across his counter to level you with a look, elbows resting against the marble.

You let out a sigh. “I didn’t want to hear him say the words so I just told him to have a good time and ran off.”

“Y/n… Come on, you don’t even know what he said to her.” Hobi’s judging eyes made you feel worse.

You finished the liquid in your glass, but just as you were about to respond, your best friend was barging into the kitchen.

“Y/n, there you are! Why did you just leave Jin hyung alone out there? Why even invite him to come if you’re not going to spend time with him?He’s just sitting there, by himself.” Jungkook scolded you, a hand resting on his hip. Now you had another set of judging eyes on you.

“I didn’t- I thought he would be with Lea!” You defended yourself.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you. “You mean the chick he turned down a while ago? Are you that dense?”

“I don’t… Where is he?” You asked, feeling guilty. You had honestly thought you were trying to help him out. What if you were the one who was wrong?

“He’s on the couch.” Jungkook responded.

You got rid of your glass of champagne before heading back out there. You found Seokjin exactly where Jungkook said he would be, fidgeting with his hands.

You sat down beside him. “Jin, I- I’m sorry for leaving you out here. I honestly thought I was doing you a favor… I figured you would have went to find Lea.”

“Why do you want to set me up so badly?” He turned to look at you.

Your eyes widened at his blunt question. “I just… I only want you to be happy.”

“I am happy… I’m not interested in Lea. She seems nice, but I - I have feelings for you.” His words surprised you. Maybe you shouldn’t be surprised, but you were.

“You do?”

He nodded, reaching for you hand to twine your fingers together. “I do, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I know I’m a nobody who doesn’t deserve you, but please, don’t try to set me up with anyone.”

Your heart broke at his words, and you squeezed his hand, turning to face him before cupping his cheek. “Seokjin, you’re- You are not a nobody. You’re an incredible, strong, kind human being, and you deserve to have whatever you want. Let’s be clear on that. You deserve the world. I feel the same way about you, and I consider myself lucky to be wanted by such an amazing man.”

“You… Really? You have feelings for me?” He seemed to be in shock by that revelation. You would do whatever it took to reassure him.

“Yes, I do. Can I be your new year’s kiss?” A smile formed on your face.

“Yes, of course.” He said immediately.

You leaned against him, resting your head on his broad shoulder. “I’m sorry I left you alone out here.”

“It’s okay, angel. It was not even ten minutes.”

Your heart swelled at the nickname, and you got so lost in the moment, that when everyone began the countdown to the new year; you were quiet, lifting your head up to look at Seokjin.

9….

He looked back at you.

8….

You were suddenly nervous, although you weren’t sure why. It wasn’t like you’ve never kissed anyone before. But that was just it; Seokjin wasn’t just anyone. He was someone you cared for deeply. You could even see yourself falling in love with him.

7….

Actually, you would say you were already halfway there.

6….

Your eyes drifted down to his lips for a fraction of a second before drifting back to his eyes, knowing his had done the same thing.

5….

He smiled at you then. It was a beautiful smile. One you could spend the rest of your life seeing. You didn’t want him to leave your home once he made enough money of his own. You wanted him to stay.

4….

You smiled back before your eyes fell to the necklace you had gotten him for Christmas. He hasn’t taken it off once. He even slept with it on.

3….

You tugged on the silver chain lightly, pulling him closer to you until your foreheads were pressed together.

2….

His eyes fell shut, and so did yours, his hand coming up to rest against your cheek.

1….

Everything was background noise when his plump lips pressed against yours, the feeling of butterflies erupting in your stomach making goosebumps rise to your skin. A sigh of content escaped you as you tried to press closer to him. He seemed to know what you wanted because his hand moved to the back of your head to angle you just right so the kiss could deepen, and when his tongue met your own, he swallowed the soft moan you let out.

You somehow ended up on top of him, with his head leaning back against the couch rest, and the purely satisfied hum that escaped him made you whine desperately. Like kissing you was the best thing he has ever done. You didn’t know how much time had passed since you started kissing, all you knew was him, and that you didn’t want it to stop, only pulling away when it was necessary to breathe before diving back in again, devouring eachother until you had a pair of matching red, swollen lips.

A throat clearing in the distance didn’t even stop you, but loud clapping a second later did, and you finally broke away from the kiss to find Hoseok standing there with his judging eyes.

“I hate to interrupt, but you two are not fucking on my comfortable couch. I sit there everyday!” Hobi griped. “Get a room.”

“I guess we both forgot where we were for a moment.” You laughed.

“Yeah, I could tell!” Your friend shook his head as he walked away, muttering under his breath about being disgusted. It made you laugh harder. Even Seokjin was chuckling.

You were tame after that, only trading gentle kisses. “Will you stay?”

You didn’t have to explain what you meant. He knew right away. “I’ll stay for as long as you want me.”

“Stay forever.” You kissed his neck.

“Then I’ll stay forever.” His fingers ran through your hair, and your eyes slipped closed at the feeling.

That night, when you bid goodbye to Jungkook and his date, thanking Hoseok for the invite, he just smirked and slipped Seokjin a condom, to which he had blushed furiously.

You called a cab since you both had a few drinks, and as soon as you made it into the house, your lips were attached once more, and you guided him to your bedroom as his fingers moved to unzip your dress, letting it fall to the ground.

You worked the buttons open on his dress shirt before stripping it off of him. This was your second time seeing him without a shirt, and this time, you got to admire his beautiful golden skin, his own eyes soaking the image of you bared before him, all except for your bra and underwear, which; the bra came off next.

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, lifting you up before depositing you onto your bed, crawling over you to press kisses all along your neck.

“So are you, Jin.” You thread your fingers through his dark hair, dragging him in for a kiss that he eagerly returned.

He reached into his back pocket for the condom Hoseok had gifted him, and you frowned as he stared down at it with maroon tinted cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Um… I’m not- I didn’t think about it until now. It’s been a while since I- anyway, it’s- it won’t fit.” He said awkwardly.

“You mean, the condom won’t fit?” You asked in clarification, and he nodded.

“Oh…” How big was his dick that a normal sized condom wouldn’t fit?!

“It’s okay, we can do that another time. I still would like to pleasure you, if you’d like?” He asked hopefully. As if you would ever say no.

“Yes, please.” You said eagerly, and then, “Have you ever had sex without protection?”

“No. I’ve always used a condom, and if I’m being honest… It’s been a really long time for me.” He buried his face in your neck, pressing a delicate kiss to your pulse point.

“Then I trust you, we can go without one. I’m clean too, and I’m on the pill, so long as you are okay with it?” He looked up to you at your words, searching your face.

“Are you sure, Y/n?”

You nodded. “Absolutely. I want to be with you. I need you.”

“I’m here. I’m yours.” He responded, trailing kisses down your chest, paying attention to both of your breasts before moving downward, his fingers hooking in your panties before dragging them down your legs to pull them off.

“You have such a pretty cunt, angel. I want to taste.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he was burying his face between your legs to lick a long stripe through your folds.

“Ah, Seokjin!” You moaned out in surprise, both at his words, and his wet tongue stroking your pussy, and your fingers came down to bury themselves in his raven hair.

“You taste so good.” He hummed as he ate you out, his tongue spearing inside of you before dragging it out to suckle around your clit, adding a long finger inside of you where his tongue had been.

It had been a while for you too, so when he added a second finger, it burned slightly, but with the way his tongue was lavishing your clit, you barely noticed, especially when he found your g-spot, hitting it with his fingers over and over, and that, along with the suction at your bundle of nerves sent you over the edge with a scream of his name.

He didn’t let up until you became over sensitive, letting out a whimper as you dragged him back up for a messy kiss, locking your legs behind him to press your bodies together. That was when you felt it; a rather large, insistent bulge pressing against your core through his pants. You just had an orgasm, but you were already desperate for more. You wanted him inside of you, bare. Nothing between you and him.

“Seokjin, please…” You murmured against his lips, feeling him rock against you, the fabric of his pants catching on your over sensitive clit, making you gasp.

“Please what, angel?”

Who knew Seokjin would be such a tease? You weren’t complaining. You would happily beg for him, especially seeing it turn him on so much.

“I want your cock, Jin, please.”

He groaned against your lips before breaking the kiss to undo his pants, getting them off of his legs before pulling his boxers off next.

As soon as his cock sprang free, you definitely saw why the regular sized condom wouldn’t fit. Holy shit. That thing was going to fill you up in places you had never been filled before. The stretch was going to burn so good.

It was a nice cock too. Long and girthy, the head a dusky pink color, leaking a heady amount of pre cum. His balls were heavy with the need to cum. You were having a dilemma, because you wanted him to fuck you, but you also wanted to get your mouth on his dick. No, as tempting as it was; you needed him inside of you. Next time… You would suck his cock.

“You have such a nice dick, Jinnie… Gonna stretch me out so good.” You said seductively as you wrapped your fingers around the swollen head, dipping your thumb in the slit to collect the pre-cum beading there before running it down the length of his cock, stroking him leisurely. You could become addicted to the feel of him in your hand.

“Ah, fuck… Y/n.” His hips bucked into your hand, his palms landing on the bed beside your head to catch himself as he pitched forward. “Baby, stop… It’s been too long. I won’t last.”

You let go of his dick in favor of dragging him down for a slow kiss as you felt him prodding around your entrance, running his length through your folds to get it wet before nudging the thick head inside, making you gasp on against his lips. Fuck, he was huge.

“These are so nice.” Seokjin sighed in pleasure as he caressed your breasts, sinking into you further, working the head in and out as you got used to the intrusion. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight. This pretty pussy is squeezing me. Taking it so well.”

He let out a full body shudder as the entire length of his cock was finally sheathed inside of you, and you breathed through the pain of being split open.

“Are you okay?” He breathed out, clearly holding himself back as his thumb moved between you to stroke your clit. The pleasure had ebbed away some from the burn of being speared on his cock, but once you got used to the feeling, it returned full force.

“Yeah, I’m alright. You can move.” You wrapped your legs around him, digging your heels in his ass to press him against you.

“Fuck… You feel incredible.” He let out a desperate sound as his cock left you, only to thrust back in again, hard, and you gasped out his name as he easily found that special spot inside of you. His thumb was still working against your bundle of nerves as he lifted your legs around his wide shoulders so he could hit you deep, the head of his cock ramming against your cervix repeatedly.

“Oh god, I’m fuck- I’m close already. I can’t- I don’t think I can hold it. You feel too good…” Seokjin growled out as he burried his face into your neck, panting harshly. You didn’t mind one bit. You actually found it incredibly hot that you managed to make him lose control this quick.

“It’s okay, Jinnie. Let go…” You encouraged him, not too far behind with the way his cock was filling you up, his thumb working over your clit like he already knew just how you liked to be touched. “I’m close too. You feel so good…”

“I - I’m- want you to cum with me… Want you to cum on my cock.” A desperate moan, bordering on a whine, left his lips, his thrusts growing sloppy.

“Fill me up, Jin… Cum inside me, please.” You begged, and he lost it at that, a needy sound leaving him as his cock throbbed, painting your insides with powerful spurts of his sticky release, so much of it that you could practically feel the force of it inside of you, and when your cunt clamped around him as your own orgasm hit, he groaned out your name as you milked more cum from him, his lips claiming yours as you rode out your highs together.

As you lay there together in your bed after cleaning, your head resting against his chest, you thought about the first day you met Seokjin on the streets. He went from being all skin and bones to his body being filled out. He looked healthy. He no longer had bags under his eyes. Instead, they shone brightly. There was one thing you wanted to know. One question that was the most important of all.

“Jin?”

“Hm?” His eyes were sleepy as he blinked at you.

“Are you happy?” You whispered in the dark.

“I am happy. I don’t think I could be any happier than I am now.” He said honestly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Good. You deserve happiness.” You smiled, your own eyes closing.

“And you… You deserve happiness as well. I hope I’m able to make you happy...”

“I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.” You said right away. “Happy new year, Jinnie.”

“Happy new year, angel.” Another kiss was placed on your forehead.

You weren’t expecting to fall for the kind homeless man, you only planned on helping him, but falling for him happened along the way anyway, and now, you were really happy that you were able to call him yours.

Two years later……

Your kindergarten class was acting mighty suspicious today for some reason. They were all acting as if they knew something that you didn’t. A secret you weren’t let in on. You just knew that your boyfriend had something to do with it. What that thing was exactly; you hadn’t figured it out yet.

Your class loved Seokjin, and anytime he would come visit you at work, he would immediately get attacked by a bunch of five year olds. They would chat his head off, and he would listen, patient as ever. The sight made you swoon. Sometimes though, he was a menace, especially when it came to games. The one time he played a board game with your class, he became super competitive, bragging about beating a bunch of kids. They didn’t take it to heart; instead they were amused by your boyfriend’s antics, as were you. Now, you were wondering what he had planned for them.

“Miss, Y/n?” A little boy in the front row raised his hand.

“Yes, Leo?” You asked.

“This is for you.” He pulled something out of his desk drawer, and you realized that it was a fresh daisy.

You smiled, not thinking anything of it. Kids could be sweet sometimes. “Aw, thank you, Leo. It’s pretty. Did your mommy pick this?”

“Nope.” Was all he said with a knowing smile plastered on his face.

Now you were stumped.

“Miss, Y/n?” Now Mia was raising her hand. “I have one for you too.”

“Oh really?” You asked, watching as she pulled a carnation out of her desk before walking up to hand it to you, an excited grin on her face.

“Thank you, Mia.” You smiled, taken aback when Aron walked up next with a fresh tulip.

“Did Jin bring flowers for you guys to give me ?” You were finally catching on. Your boyfriend had always been thoughtful. The fact that he traveled around to find different types of flowers for you was so sweet it made you want to cry.

Instead of answering your question, Megan just shrugged as she handed you a peony with the same knowing smile the other kids had.

Next came a Sunflower, and then an Orchid, followed by a Poppy, and then came a pretty Violet, and then an Iris, a Dahlia, and a Hydrangea. Where all did he go to find all these beautiful flowers?!

Tears filled your eyes. You always were emotional.

“Miss Y/n, are you okay?” Rory, the sensitive kid spoke up in concern, the smile he was wearing falling from his face.

“I’m okay, I’m good, I promise. Sometimes people cry when they are happy too.” You reassured the kid.

“They do?” His perplexed expression made you laugh.

“Yes, they do. See, I’m happy.” You gestured to the smile on your face.

“If you say so.”

“Well, what do you got? You’re the only one who hasn’t given me a flower yet.” You wiped your tears away.

“Oh! Yeah!” He was opening his desk, and you weren’t sure what on earth he was doing because he had a look of concentration on his face as he did something inside his desk, and then he was, very carefully, pulling a bright red rose out, the thorns plucked perfectly. He lowered it his lap to hide it as he did something that you couldn’t see. Your eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“Hey Alexa, play Can’t help falling in love.” Rory yelled out to the device sitting on your desk, and then he was walking toward you with the rose as the music started playing.

You didn’t know what was going on until the rose was placed on your desk, and a diamond ring fell out from the petals, shining up at you. Your eyes widened drastically as your breathing grew uneven, heart racing a mile a minute as you stared down at the ring in shock. That was not just any ring. That was an engagement ring. You could tell.

“What…?” Your voice wavered in question, and then the entire class was holding up a banner, tiny hands holding it longways, the work clearly done by an adult and not a group of kindergarteners.

“Y/n, I don’t know what I did in life to have an angel find me, but whatever it was, I’m thankful. I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me and be the man you deserve. I’ll love you forever if you will let me. Will you marry me?” Your voice cracked toward the end, tears flowing from your eyes freely now.

“You’re still happy crying, right?” Rory checked.

“Yes.” You laughed, and then Seokjin was walking into the classroom himself, wearing a long, heavy black and white checkered coat and black pants, his hair styled to the side neatly. God, he was so handsome.

“I - I thought you had to work today… Your restaurant…” You trailed off, at a loss for words.

“My restaurant will be fine. I have the day off. I wanted to surprise you. Do you know what today is?” He asked as he came to a stop in front of your desk, picking up the ring lying on your desk.

Of course you knew. “The day we met.”

He nodded, his eyes glassy, and then he was getting down on one knee as the song came to an end. He looked… terrified. As if there were a possibility you would ever say no.

“Yes!” You jumped out of you chair with tears clouding your vision, and then you were dropping on your own knees to throw yourself in his arms. “Yes, yes, yes!”

The whole class erupted into happy screams, and then they were all running up to attack you both in a group hug, making you laugh.

“Put the ring on miss Y/n, Mr. Jinnie!” Anna yelled with an excited grin.

“Yes, put the ring on me, Seokjin.” You held your hand out to him with an adoring smile on your face.

“It would be my honor, Jagi.” He placed the ring on your finger with shaking hands. “There, you’re my fiancée now.”

“And you’re my fiancé.” You looked down to admire the ring. “It’s beautiful, Jin…”

“I’m glad you like it. I love you.” He murmured, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I love you too, Jinnie.” You pressed a PG kiss to his lips.

“Ewww gross!” Ian piped up.

“Yah! You rascals helped me plan this. You can see me kiss my future wife.” Seokjin chastised the kid, and you giggled.

A second later, Hoseok was barging into the classroom. “Congrats! Jin hyung told me he was planning this. I gotta teach you two idiots to dance so you don’t make a fool of yourselves at your wedding.”

The first part of his sentence was nice, and then he ruined it. “Excuse me, Jung Hoseok?” You said his full name in emphasis.

He just grinned in response. “I’m happy for you guys.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, checking your phone when it dinged.

‘Congrats!!!! You said yes, right? You better have! - JK

‘Of course I said yes, you big dummy!’ You chuckled as you texted back.

‘I’ll forgive that because I’m so happy for you!’ - JK

‘Thank you, Kook. I’m really happy.’ - You sent your phone aside with a happy smile, basking in the pure bliss you felt.

Later on that evening at dinner, you gave your fiancé a fond look.

“What?” He asked with a blush.

“You would make an amazing father some day.” You responded.

“I - you think so? I would be scared, you know? My experience…” He trailed off with a swallow.

“It will just make you love harder. That’s who you are, Jin. Trust me, my class loves you, even more than me!” You laughed, but it died down quickly. “I know because I can feel the love you show me, and I’m lucky to be loved by you, the way you love with your whole heart. Trust me, you’ll be an incredible dad.”

He reached for your hand, twining your fingers together as he looked into your eyes. “Do you want that… with me?”

“I want you to myself for a while longer, but yes, I want everything with you. Only if you want that too. If not, it’s okay. I’ll be happy just being yours.” You said softly, squeezing his hand.

“I do, I want that with you too. I want a family with you. That would make me really happy, Y/n.” He leaned across the table to press his lips to yours, pouring all his love for you into the kiss.

You meant what you said, you were the luckiest girl on the planet to be loved by this wonderful man. His nightmares were very seldom now. He only had one throughout the entire year. Talking to a therapist about his past traumas had helped tremendously, and now, he was fully healed, completely happy, and he knew now that he deserved to be happy… deserved to be loved. He soaked in all the love that you gave him and returned it with a love so deep of his own, so pure. One that you could feel every time he looked at you.

You would spend the rest of your life cherishing him, making sure he always knew how loved he was.

Your eyes glanced up to something behind Seokjin and you smiled. You got a call earlier from someone you were finally able to find and get in contact with. You told him to come here. “I have a surprise for you, my love.”

“What?” His eyes widened in surprised.

“Behind you.” You whispered.

Your fiancé turned his head slowly, and even though he hadn’t seen his younger brother in a very long time, it was like he just knew… He knew who it was. Tears filled his eyes. “Tae…”

“Hi, big brother.” Taehyung had tears in his own eyes as well.

“How…” Seokjin turned to look at you, and there it was again, that love shining in his eyes making you feel weak. “Y/n… Thank you.”

You just nodded, tears gathering in your eyes as well at seeing the man you loved finally reuniting with his brother.

“I missed you… so much.” Seokjin wrapped his little brother in a ginormous hug. “How… how are you?”

“I missed you too.” Taehyung returned the embrace. “I’m good… Real good. I have a family. I’d love for you to meet them. I’m glad you are doing good Jin hyung. You have an incredible woman in your life. She really, really loves you. She said she spent a while searching for me so we could see eachother again.”

“I know… Believe me, I know. She is incredible.” Seokjin gave you a warm smile that you returned, and Taehyung joined for the rest of dinner talking about his life, his wife and kids. They seemed wonderful, and the two brothers were already planning a time for you all to get together. When Seokjin invited Tae to the wedding, he promised to be there. He even opened up about his own life, leaving out the more heavier bits, and you all talked for a while longer before your fiancé’s little brother left for the night to let the two of you have dessert alone, with plans to meet for lunch tomorrow.

“Let’s take the dessert to go.” Seokjin suggested once it was the two of you again.

“What? How come?” You asked.

“Because I need you, right now.” He said urgently, and with that, he paid the check and the two of you made your way home.

He made love to you all night long, and you held eachother afterwards, every inch of your bodies pressed together.

This right here, was pure bliss…

The end.

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Aren't you about to post a jinkook fic something related to hum dil de chuke sanam , I love there friendship as much as I love your writing so please do post if thats on your mind.

😛 I was actually going to! I already have it scheduled to be posted on the 20th, but I've been thinking about posting it in the next day or two instead.

Oh, and I love them together too, that's exactly why I'm so scared to post it. I can't say anything else.

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Parking Lot Prophet - Chapter 5

Title: Parking Lot Prophet

Pairing: KSJ x Female Reader

Rating: M

Summary: Do the reasons behind the time loop matter once it's been broken?

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