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
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Prompts:
A.) 94. Why the hell are you on the floor? + 95. I'm so tired, it hurts when I close my eyes
Word count: 5783
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The distant ringing in the back of your mind has you writhing underneath the comforting cover of your blanket. In a silent act of protest you instictively wrap the soft fabric tighter around your body, burying your face in your pillow in hopes of drowning out the annoying noise. Obviously though, the torture doesn't magically stop on its own.
About three more minutes in and you finally admit defeat. Groaning in dispair you rip the sheets off of you in one swift movement and slowly roll on your back to extend one arm in the general direction of where your phone is supposed to be.
Without actually being able to see what you're doing, it takes you a few seconds to locate it and press the power botton on its top to cut the alarm off for good. Sighing in content at the peaceful moment of silence you allow yourself to simply lie there a bit longer before you eventually sit up straight, so you won't be tempted to just fall asleep again.
Forcing yourself to pry your eyes open you blink against the blinding screen of your phone to check the time. There is still about twenty minutes left before you have to leave for university, thank God. With all the willpower you're able to muster you heave yourself out of bed and waddle through the corridor leading to your bathroom to proceed with your usual morning routine.
Examining your puffy face in the mirror while brushing your teeth you make an unsatisfied noise in the back of your throat and grimace at your reflection. You don't have time or motivation to conceal your sleep deprived expression with make-up and usually you don't care much about things like that anyways, but seeing the dark circles under your eyes you really wish you could just crawl back into bed and hide from your responsibilities until you're finally well rested for once.
Hearing your phone buzz on the side of the sink you look at the message that popped up on screen and sigh. With finals week coming up there is usually no space for personal life already and you knew it was a stupid idea the moment you agreed to help one of your friends to plan the project for one of their classes but you just didn't have it in you to tell them no. They'd do the same for you when you need them someday. ... right?
While rinsing your mouth you brush your hair absendmindetly and stare blankly at your reflection, thinking about your plans for the day. You'll need to meet up with your friend after classes and then you have to work the evening shift at the café before rereading your notes for the first exam coming up next Monday. You can do this. No problem. You've gone through worse things in your life.
Still, as you set aside your hairbrush and reluctantly make your way downstairs to the kitchen, you can feel how every muscle in your body protests with just the tiniest movement. Walking down the circular shaped staircase has somehow made you a bit dizzy and you have to take a moment to lean against the nearest wall for support when you feel a light headache spread from your neck upwards all the way to your forhead. Probably because you've pulled an all-nighter last night again.
Seokjin would definitely scold you if he found out, he always tells you to slow down when you get like this. Of course you never listen. Good thing you didn't actually see each other the last few days even though you live together, because you're both too busy with your own lives. The only time you would have the chance to talk to each other is either in the morning before heading out, or on rare occasions at lunch break when you don't meet up with anyone else.
It seems like you've missed your chance for today though because it's so silent around the house that you assume the acting major is already out and about again and even though you don't want to admit it, you're starting to really miss having him around all the time.
It's not common for two university students of the opposite gender to be roommates and you often have to endure judging stares or rude comments about your undefined relationship with your handsome friend.
You don't mind, though. If they're nice enough to ask you about what's going on between Seokjin and you, you'd gladly explain that you're just very close friends, for the time being at least, and if they prefer side-eyeing you from afar then you'd simply ignore them. It's not their business anyways.
Yawning, you turn on the coffee machine and then make your way to the fridge to search for something to eat that will hopefully get you through most of the day. To your surprise there's a box with food placed right in the middle for you to see, with a bright blue sticky-note attached to its lid and you instantly pray that it's what you think it is.
You take the box to read the note to make sure the contents are really meant for you and not reserved for your roommate since he's the only one who could have put it there and you don't want to risk getting into a fight over food with Seokjin of all people. You only tried to get away with stealing his food once and decided right after that it wasn't worth the eventual consequences ever again. You actually value your life, thank you very much.
One look at the note is enough to tell you that the food is in fact meant for you though. It's even your absolute favorite and at the thought of your roommates' skilled cooking, your mouth automatically starts watering. Maybe your day won't turn out to be as draining and horrible as you originally thought it would. Seokjin made apparently more on purpose so, and quote: 'your lazy ass doesn't starve before you pay me back for the last seven months of living at my apartment for free'. His choice of words makes you let out a huff in amusement.
When he had taken you in after you got kicked out of your old dorm in favor of someone else without any warning beforehand you both had come to a silent agreement that you wouldn't speak of how much you owed him, since you can't effort even half the rent to his apartment. It's clear to you that you'll pay him back as soon as you have the chance and Seokjin knows this too, even though he probably doesn't actually expect you to.
Silenty thanking him for his life saving food you pack it into your bag and then grab your phone to thank him via text as well so you won't forget. After hesitating for a short moment you also decide to ask him when he's going to be home today. If there's even the slightest chance you're going to be able to see him for dinner or at least a few hours of lazing on your couch just talking while watching some random movie, you're sure that it'll give you enough motivation to get through the day.
Seokjin immediately opens your message and you can't help but smile when you see that he's already typing a reply. He's always been like this. Always quick to answer your texts or calls, always down to go with every single one of your random ideas that tend to pop up in your head at the craziest of times, just... always there for you when you need him.
Being close friends for so long you know that's just who he is, of course. You know he's a good person and a really loyal friend but still, that little voice in your head keeps whispering that maybe, just maybe, he's so considerate because it's you. That it's not just your wishful thinking and he actually cares about you as much as you care about him. That he'd somehow realize how whipped you are for him and return your feelings instead of trying to let you down gently like he does with all the girls that confessed their crush on him in the last three or four years.
Shaking your head to get rid of your cheesy thoughts you stumble back to the coffee machine to get your mug while still squinting at your phone screen where Seokjin's message just popped up. As expected he's pretty busy today as well and he doesn't know how late it's going to get until he gets home. He tells you not to wait up for him with dinner if it starts getting too late but that he'll try his best to make it on time.
Sighing you brush your hand through your hair before finishing your coffee and putting your mug down on the kitchen counter to clean it later. It wasn't a 'no'. So it could happen, ... right? You decide it's not going to be of any good to think about it too much and instead make your way back upstairs to change into some proper clothes. It's almost time for you to leave for university anyway. You try to think positive and tie your hair into a ponytail before putting on your shoes.
You'll just have to survive the next 11 hours, then you'll finally be able to rest. And maybe you'll even see Seokjin again and have dinner with him tonight. So with this promising thought in mind you eventually step out the door of your apartment to get on with your day.
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Stepping inside your own four walls you almost start crying in relief when you're finally able to get out of your shoes. You're burned out. The only thing on your mind right now is to sleep for at least 12 hours straight before even thinking of anything else. Unfortunatly though, you still got a few things on your to-do list for today, so you'll have to settle for a quick power nap.
Shrugging out of your jacket you just drop it on your way to the couch, not caring about anything else other than your well deserved rest. You grab the remote and turn on the TV with low volume to let the background noises lull you to sleep and then drop yourself backwards on the couch. Or that's what you thought.
Having misjudged the distance between you and the soft cushions you only scratch their surface before your fall continues and you land on the hard floor with a loud thud. The impact has you holding your breath in shock and while your mind is trying to catch up with your body you instinctively reach up to hold your head in your hands a few moments before the pain even kicks in.
You let out a pathetic groan and slowly roll over to lie on your back, swinging one arm over your face without moving a second time, too tired to try and get up again. It's what you deserve for not being more aware of your stupid surroundings anyway. And the ground's not even that bad, you tell yourself. There can't go anything else wrong if you don't move, right?
Allowing your heavy eyelids to finally rest for a while you stretch your legs out completely in an attempt to get more comfortable and huff, a little disappointed, because it's not working. The noise of the show that plays on TV is actually stressing you out more than helping you relax so you just press the power button on the remote that's still in your hand since you fell down to turn it back off before you finally admit defeat and just wait for sleep to take over.
That's how Seokjin finds you.
You don't know how much time has passed since you first slipped and fell to the ground just to stay there without moving a muscle when suddenly the front door to your apartment opens, accompanied by the very familiar jingle of keys and a heavy sigh sounding almost as tired as you're feeling.
The urge to stand up and greet your roommate comes up for a moment but the second you try to even so much as shift a bit your headache gets worse and a scorching pain shoots through your neck causing you to let out an almost inaudible groan in defeat.
You pray to every entity your brain comes up with that Seokjin won't find you like this, that he'll just grab a snack from the kitchen and then go upstairs to his room to study or whatever. But of course, like most of the time when it comes to Seokjin, it doesn't go the way you want it to. 'Hey y/n, you there? I'm home!' You can't help but cringe at the loud noise coming all the way from the other side of the room.
It's not because of his voice, you love his voice and on any other day hearing him say your name with so much hope and anticipation coloring his words would have caused your heart to go into a frenzy. Right now, however, you just want him to go away and leave you there to suffer alone until you're feeling better.
As much as you want to call out and tell him where you are, you can't bring yourself to actually answer him. The incredible pain in your neck and the merciless pounding of your head aside, the potential humiliation of him seeing you like this, completely vulnerable and pathetic has you biting your lip as if that would help you to make as little sound as possible.
There's a moment of heavy silence in the room before you can hear him let out a disappointed sigh, probably because he's assuming you aren't there and you immediately feel bad. It's the only choice you have to protect your dignity though, so there's no way around it. You decide you'll make it up to him with breakfast tomorrow instead.
His footsteps seem to lead him in the direction of the kitchen, away from you and you're starting to relax a bit but then he suddenly stops, presumably in the middle of the room. It's silent again and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Your brain is trying to come up with an explanation for what could have made him pause like that and when you hear the shuffling of clothes it suddenly clicks. Your damn jacket.
You dropped it on the ground on your way to the couch. Cursing yourself you press your arm tighter over your closed eyes and bite the inside of your cheek while anxiously waiting for Seokjin to move again. After a few seconds the rustling of clothes picks up again and your instincts scream at you to curl into a ball so he won't be able to find you.
You can pinpoint the exact moment he sees you by his surprised gasp of horror coming from almost right beside you and you can't help but to click your tongue in defeat. 'Y/N?! Oh my fu- ... y/n, are you alright?!' He's by your side in an instant, kneeling at your feet and touching one of your legs oh so delicately to check for any signs that you're alive and well.
Even in your hazy state you're still able to appriciate how careful he's being with touching you. 'Shh... shut up, Seokjin.' Hearing your raspy voice he pauses his attempts to softly shake you awake and even though you don't open your eyes to look at him you know he's probably staring at your covered face like a confused puppy.
'You're alive?! Why the fuck- Do you think it's funny scaring me to death?!' Groaning at the volume of his voice you move one of your legs to kick against his knee softly. 'Unfortunatly, yes. But could you please be quiet, my head hurts like crazy.' Amused by his overly dramatic reaction your voice automaticly takes on a softer tone to show him you're fine and it's then that he finally relaxes a bit.
You can feel his hold on your thigh become weaker and you immediately miss the warmth of his touch when he shifts to get a better look at you. 'Well... I mean I've been told my looks are able to bring girls to their knees and while I'm aware of how easy it is to fall for my handsome face, I'm pretty sure I'm not the reason why you're wiping the floor with your shirt. So why the hell are you on the floor?'
It's kinda funny how he's trying to lighten the mood without even knowing what's going on, you think. His voice is barely above a whisper though and you let out a soft hum to let him know you're going to answer in your own time. He still hasn't moved and you're wondering if he just doesn't know what to do in this situation.
Sighing, you move your arm from your face and reach out to search for him. Once you can feel the rough fabric of his jeans under your fingertips, you pat his thigh reassuringly while thinking of what to say next. 'Mhm... it's nothing, really. I just thought it'd be nice to get to know my surroundings better. You know? Bond with the floor, so it doesn't get lonely. Turns out it's really nice to talk to. Found my standards here so I didn't feel like getting up again.'
The amused snort he gives you as an answer is enough to get a content smile out of you as well. You give his thigh another friendly pat and subconsiously lick your dry lips. Something to drink would be nice. You make a mental note to go to the kitchen the moment your body is ready to function again. 'Give me a few minutes, yeah? You can go upstairs and I'll be there in a bit. Honestly, I'm so tired, it hurts when I close my eyes.'
There's silence for a while, like your roommate is contemplating what to answer and if it wouldn't be for your hand still touching his leg, you couldn't even be sure if he's with you anymore.
Suddenly, you feel him shift away from you and your heart squeezes in your chest at the thought of him actually leaving you here to go upstairs. There's still no way you'll open your eyes to confirm your suspicions though. The throbbing right behind your temples got worse while you were talking and you won't take the risk of provoking a full-on migrane just because your stupid feelings tell you it's absolutely necessary to look at your etheral being of a roommate right now.
You don't know what you were expecting at this point but the sudden noise right beside your ear was definitely not it. Feeling your head being lifted carefully you make a confused sound in the back of your throat but before you can actually react, it's already over and you're lying on something far more comfortable than the cold linoleum of the floor.
'You're an idiot. You know that, right?' Seokjin's voice is just a hushed whisper against your ear and you can feel him wrap his arm around your waist when you try to get up on instinct. 'Wha-' You don't really know how to react to his sudden proximity but as you open your mouth to respond he just pulls you closer until your cheek is pressed against his shoulder and hums quietly to effectively shut you up.
'You could have just said you weren't feeling well. There's nothing wrong with taking a break when you feel like you can't keep up anymore, you know?' His words make you let out a resigned huff. He always says that. And he's right, of course. Theoretically. But thinking back to the pile of notes on your desk you've still got to rehearse to be able to pass the exams next week, you can't help but disagree with him.
Seokjin seems to know what you're thinking because he sighs in an almost frustrated way, like a parent trying to reason with his stubborn toddler and leans his forehead softly against the top of your head, burying his face in your hair while stroking your back with his free hand as if trying to soothe you. He has you pretty much caged in his arms and even if you wanted to, there'd be no way to get up now. You're not complaining though. It does soothe you.
It feels nice to have him hold you like this. Like he actually wants to be here, with you. Like he wants to protect you from anything that's trying to harm you in any way. Like... you mean more to him than he says out loud. From time to time, the fingers caressing your back find their way up to absentmindedly play with strands of your hair and you can't stop your heart from jumping a bit when you feel him subtly shift closer.
You're so close you can hear Seokjin's heartbeat and while the steady rhythm calms you, it's still kinda strange. It's not like you never cuddled before. The actor's a pretty affectionate person and so it's actually common for you to be constantly hugged or held in his arms or pulled into his lap when you two hang around each other. Still, there's something about the way he's holding you right now. It's so loving and gentle, as if he's scared he'd hurt you if he isn't careful enough. You've never felt so at ease before.
Seokjin suddenly stops playing with your hair and after another moment of silence lets out a small huff. 'Don't think I didn't notice that you weren't feeling well for a while now. Still... I didn't exactly stop you from letting it get worse, so I guess I'm a bit at fault as well. I should have known you'd strain yourself... you really are an idiot.'
The tone of his voice is a mix between cockiness and genuine worry, so instead of complaining about him calling you an idiot you just grumble into his chest and murmur something that's supposed to sound like an apology. A small laugh escapes his lips at your childish behavior. 'What was that, princess? I couldn't hear you.' He gives your shoulder a soft push to get you to lean back and look at him and not able to resist any longer you comply.
You carefully blink open your tired eyes and when they finally adjust to your surroundings you see Seokjin smiling down at you so fondly your breath hitches. The words you wanted to say won't come out and you clear your sore throat when you see him raise an eyebrow in question. He casually licks his slightly opened lips and you can feel the blush creeping up your face when you realize your eyes followed the movement without your consent.
You're pretty sure he saw you staring for a second and not being able to look into his eyes after that, you press yourself up against him and wrap one of your arms around his waist as well to cuddle into him more. 'I missed you,' you whisper instead. The words come out of your mouth before you can stop them and they're so muffled through the fabric of his shirt that you hope he couldn't understand you.
It's kind of embarrassing how needy your voice sounded just now and when he tenses against you, you immediately regret saying it, scared he'll take it as a joke and laugh at you for being dramatic or worse, understand what the real meaning behind it is and reject you for good. But instead of teasing you like you expected he just hugs you closer to him and lets out a sigh. 'I missed you too, y/n.'
Maybe it's because you're feeling so tired and vulnerable or maybe it's the tender way he just answered you in but hearing him say it back has a wave of pend up emotions suddenly crashing down on you all at once. Your eyes well up with tears and before you know it you're sobbing into his chest, gripping onto his shirt like a lifeline. 'N-no, you don't get it. I missed you, I always miss you and it's so stupid because I know I shouldn't but I can't help it. I'm stupid, so stupid.'
You don't care if you're crossing the invisible line you had drawn from the moment you started living with him right now. You're tired and cold and you can't think straight with that fucking headache drumming against your skull. All you can think of is how warm Seokjin is and how good it feels when he tightens his arms around you in an attempt to calm you down.
Not really knowing what else to do Seokjin slowly sits up and pulls you into his lap. You bury your face in his neck and clasp at his shoulders while he hums a low tune and rocks you from side to side, one of his arms securely wrapped around your waist to hold you in place. 'Shh... it's fine, you're fine.' For the past eight years you've know him, Seokjin always tried to avoid emotional confrontations by cracking a joke or playing dumb but right now he seems completely serious and you're thankful that he's not withdrawing himself from you even though seeing you like this probably makes him uncomfortable.
Somewhere in the back of your mind you know how dramatic you're being and usually you'd be embarrassed to let him see you like this, but the way he's cradling you in his embrace like you're something precious to him has you melting against his chest without a second thought. You're allowed to be weak sometimes too. Seokjin is always here to remind you of that and it makes you love him even more. So maybe, just maybe, you can allow yourself to show him what's really on your mind from time to time.
Your roommate hushes you for a while until you're not crying anymore and as soon as he's sure you've calmed down he turns you in his arms so he's able to stand up. 'Come on, let's get you in bed. The floor's going to make me get sick and if my handsome face gets all puffy because of you, you're going to pay.' The comment makes you snort in amusement and glancing at him from out of the corner of your eyes you see him smiling at your reaction. Would it be too much to tell him that his puffy face looks extremely cute? Probably. Better not take a chance after what happened just now.
He carries you up the stairs as if your body weighs nothing. The actor isn't even the slightest bit out of breath when you arrive in front of your room and you're reminded of how build he actually his, despite him joking about becoming fat all the time. You silently study his face while he lets you down on your bed carefully. His eyebrows are furrowed in thought and he's looking down at the mattress instead of at you.
You can't really tell if it's out of respect for you or because he can't bring himself to look at your miserable state, and you actually don't want to know if you're being honest. Sighing in bliss at the feeling of your soft covers being pulled over you, you snuggle deeper into the fabric and look up at your friend through heavy eyelids to see him give you a warm smile. 'I'll be right back, don't fall asleep on me already, hm?'
You let out a quiet hum in agreement and watch him leave your room to go somewhere downstairs. His absence gives you time to think about what happened in the last few minutes and your heart squeezes painfully when you remember what exactly you told him while you had your little outburst. Is that why he was so stiff and quiet just now?
Does he understand your feelings towards him and needs time to think about a way to reject you without making things awkward? Fuck. You really don't know if you're ready to hear him say it. Suddenly you can hear his footsteps coming back up the stairs and on instinct you close your eyes to pretend you're asleep. He can reject you all he wants tomorrow when you're emotionally stable enough. Right now you just want to fall asleep and pretend today never happened.
Your roommate comes to a stop beside your head and just stands there for a moment, probably looking at you. After a few seconds the mattress sinks down at the level of your waist and your breath hitches when you realize he's now sitting on your bed, softly brushing your hair from your forhead. 'I know you're awake. Nobody blushes in their sleep, not even because of me. Now open your eyes and let me feed you, so I know you're not going to die in your sleep.'
Clicking your tongue in annoyence you comply to his order and blink your eyes open. He's holding a glass of water out to you and you let out a short hum to thank him, eagerly accepting it while you sit up and lean against the headboard of your bed. You empty it in one go and hand the glass back to Seokjin for him to place it on your nightstand. He offers you a slice of an apple but when you try to take it from him, he lightly presses it to your lips instead, the look in his eyes daring you to refuse him to feed you.
Your face starts burning again but you know he won't take no for an answer so you just open your lips and let him slip the slice into your mouth without complaint. Seokjin makes a content noise in the back of his throat at your obedience and pats your knee over the covers with his unoccupied hand to reward you.
'You want some more?' Shaking your head at his question you lie back down and pull your blanket up to your chin before he can press another slice to your lips. 'Wanna sleep, 'm sorry,' you manage to croak out and thankfully he relents right away. 'The plate's right here if you change your mind. I'll be in my room if you need anything, yeah?'
He makes an effort to stand up and leave but you immediately shake your head and grasp the sleeve of his shirt to stop him before he can get away. 'Stay, please? I could use your cuddles right now.' Your roommate blinks at you a few times as if unsure of how to react but when you silently lift your blanket in invitation, he finally gives in and gets under the covers next to you with a small sigh.
Pressing your body against his you shift two or three times and then yawn happily once you're comfortable. Neither of you talks for a long time, Seokjin just lets you lie with your head hiding in the crook of his neck and affectionately brushes through your hair to help you fall asleep.
You're just about to let his breathing lull you to sleep when he suddenly smiles against you as if he remembered something and whispers in an amused but husky voice. 'Your actual confession is going to be a bit more romantic, right? I'm thinking something like a restaurant or a movie night with take out and lots of cuddles to set the mood.'
Tensing up a bit at the sudden question you slowly pull away to look at him with your eyes already bleary from how tired you are. 'Who said I liked you?' Seokjin grins cockily at your terrible attempt to play dumb and the mischievous glint in his eyes tells you that whatever happens next, everything is going to be just fine.
'Oh please, it's so obvious you're whipped for me. I mean, who wouldn't be? It's me we're talking about.' You roll your eyes at him and grin back but you can't come up with a sly response right away since what he says is one hundred percent the truth, so you settle for not answering at all until you know what he's getting at for sure.
Seokjin looks into your eyes for a moment longer, the content smile still prominent on his face. Then he's shifting forward until his nose brushes against yours and a shiver runs down your spine when you feel his breath on your lips. 'So how about that dinner? I think I deserve something fancy for our first date. It's what first comes to mind every time I think about how to ask you out, you know?'
By now your heart is already threatening to jump out of your chest from how wildly it thumps against your ribs. He already thought about asking you out? More than once? So he actually likes you too and it's not just your hopeful mind playing tricks on you?
When you think you're finally able to form a coherent sentence and tell him you'd gladly go out with him, Seokjin suddenly closes the remaining distance between you both to press a loving kiss to your slightly opened lips. Gasping in surprise against his pillow like lips you don't even get the chance to return the kiss before he's already leaning away from you again.
He's smirking at your dreamy expression and wraps his free arm around your waist to pull you as close to his side as physically possible before speaking up again. 'Movie night would be fine by me too, though. Tell me tomorrow, yeah? You gaping at me like a deer caught in the headlights made me kinda sleepy and you need your beauty sleep. Let's get comfy, hm?' Wow, the nerve of this guy. As if you'd be able to get any sleep now.
'You're an idiot,' you say amused and cuddle into him further to get comfortable again. He pulls a funny face in response and sticks his tongue out to you before he chuckles. 'That's my line, idiot.'
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???”
