contains: 18+ nsfw, explicit sexual content, established relationship (husband & wife), possessive!jin, jealousy, raw/unprotected sex, tint of supportive friends yoongi and jimin (i feel bad for them here honestly), breeding sex, fingering under the table, degradation (whore, slut, etc.), semi-public sex, missionary, choking, aftercare (obviously)
author's note
this is basically my first time publishing my works, so i might post some more in the future. i haven't been entirely confident on posting them publicly because.. well, i'm not a professional writer- but i'm a loser who is down bad for my daddy, seokjin and he needs more luv. <3 this idea of mine have been sitting for days on my head, this may or may not be based off an experience so i decided to write it down (finally.) also, i have a public playlist created for this, feel free to check this out. do send me asks or anything about jin x3c i love reading them. anyway, i hope you enjoy my first public work. xoxo
Your phone buzzed on the counter.
The gentle warm light by your dresser casted a soft glow over your bedroom, mingling with the scent of jasmine candles you lit up hours ago. You sit quietly on your swivel chair, bathroom robe on and hands occupied by smothering your face with some blush and powder.
Too preoccupied getting your face ready you didn’t notice your phone vibrated and the screen lit up once, then twice.
You sat there trying to get your eyeliner right until your phone vibrated again, then it rang.
You answered it without even glancing at the caller ID.
“Hello?”
The voice was rather different from what you were expecting, It sounded masculine, huskier, lower.
It wasn’t Jin.
“This is Yoongi.”
You paused. Yoongi, he called you.
“Yoongi? Hello, oh.. I’m still getting ready.” Midway, you try to form words.
“Sorry. But, I’m sure Seokjin already told you I’ll be picking you up instead of him?”
Huh? Why would Yoongi pick you up?
And when did Seokjin ever tell you that?
You sat there confused and quiet for a while, backtracking every moment and interaction you had with Seokjin, but none rang a bell.
“What do you mean? He never told me anything about you picking me up.”
Seokjin promised you earlier in the afternoon that he would leave work early to pick you up and that both of you would be going to the dinner planned by one of his friends weeks before together, stating that it was a dinner before his friends leave the country for work business, That's probably why you expected a call from Jin rather than Yoongi.
“Well he said he’ll be texting you. Jin said something like an unexpected meeting or something and he’ll arrive quite late than us so he asked me to come pick you up instead.” Hearing Yoongi’s line, noises of the car moving audibly in the background and his low R&B music playing in the stereo, you were already thinking he was on his way to you.
You chewed your bottom lip and breathed slowly. Yet, you maintained a positive response to him while you mask your growing disappointment. You had something for Seokjin, you planned this just earlier when Seokjin left for work, a little something that only he can see.
You bought it days ago when you went shopping with yourself and he didn’t know, and it was solely for this event.
A matching black lingerie set.
Shedding the robe to slip into a fitted dress that hugged your curves, the fabric whispering against your bare skin and stirring a mix of irritation and reluctant anticipation. You don’t want to look selfish, not in front of his closest friend. You wanted to be an understanding wife.
“It’s alright, we’ll meet there anyway. Are you on the way?”
You can hear Yoongi breathe through the phone, “Almost there to you, just driving a few streets more.”
You smile at him then say your goodbyes before ending the call.
Before you could stand up and check yourself in the mirror one last time, you took a glimpse of unread messages from your phone, coming from Seokjin.
Jagi, work is pretty rough tonight so I won’t be able to come pick you up. I know it’s sudden but the company had sudden changes regarding the other department’s favors. I asked Yoongi a favor to come pick you instead of me so you won’t need to book a ride and go there alone. I’ll be running late to dinner once I finish this quickly.
You felt slightly upset with his sudden message but nevertheless, you hummed to yourself and grabbed your purse and house keys before heading down.
No, you shouldn’t be too upset.
Just outside your window, you see headlights. You hurried over to grab your house keys, handbag, and heels before leaving. Yoongi’s car pulled up outside, the air thick with unresolved tension, her mind drifting to how little Jin seemed to notice the fire building within her. He was already out of the driver's seat, leaning against the door with that easy smile, but his eyes sharpened as he took her in—the subtle flush on her cheeks, the way her fingers gripped her purse too tightly.
Yoongi had one hand in his pants’ pockets and was idly reading through his phone when he heard your heels approaching down the pavement. He gives you a cheeky grin following by taking you a quick glance.
Wearing a deep burgundy off-the-shoulder mini dress with long sheer sleeves, The outfit appears backless and features lace-up ribbon decorations that complete the look. the fitted dress clinging to your curves and riding high on your thighs, the thin fabric doing little to hide your own body.
He stood there eyeing you.
“Look at you, all dressed up for a simple dinner.”
You scoffed at him, crossing your arms. “Jin bought this for me last week. Isn’t it cute?”
“Right, and this information is unnecessary. Let’s get going or we’ll be late.”
Yoongi was dressed simply in black Dr. Marten boots, black pants, and a black button-up shirt. You’re familiar that he would frequently choose comfort above elegance and doesn’t enjoy dressing in flamboyant attires.
You have seen Seokjin wear comfort and formal clothing, whether it’s just a plain shirt with gray sweatpants, or a double breasted suit. you have seen everything he has, even his long, big di—and it never fails you to gush on him like a teenage girl having a crush.
Before you get in, Yoongi opens the door for you to the passenger seat without waiting for an answer. You slid in easily, the leather cool against your bare legs, and the scent of his cologne—something woodsy and warm—filled the space.
He bent over to grab the seatbelt next to you as you settled down and fastened it, making sure you were already comfortable with it. You looked at him, and he looked back at you with the same gaze.
“Don’t give me that look. I’m making sure you’re safe–hyung literally threatened me.” He scoffs back at you.
You suddenly laughed at his comment and slapped his chest lightly. “I know how to buckle my own seatbelt.”
Yoongi gave you a reluctant expression, “Just stay quiet, the last thing I want to see is hyung killing my ass.”
He closed the door and ran back to the driver seat, buckling his own seatbelt.
The drive stretched on. It was a comforting drive because you talked with Yoongi the entire time, catching up with each other about your life and his as well. Yoongi spilled that he was busy working with other artists as a producer for future collabs and tonight was the time for him to rest from his work. Yoongi mostly spilled stories and such, you only listened. Yoongi’s hand rested casually on the gear shift, his focus stayed on the road.
However, as you continue conversing with him, you can't help but open your phone to check for incoming messages or missed calls from Jin. You were becoming increasingly annoyed that he was not leaving any messages for you.
You fidgeted with the silver wedding ring on your finger, the cold metal hitting against your ring finger was the only sound grounding you from the inner thoughts of yours almost forming into a chaos wreck about Jin’s behavior lately. You wanted to ask Yoongi, ask subtly if there was anything he noticed, but it was rather a personal matter to you and you’re not someone who questions your husband.
Since you two drove off, Yoongi has already noticed your sudden mood shifting.
“He’s been—” Yoongi started, pulling into traffic.
“Busy. I know.”
“I was going to say stupid.”
Your laugh came out sharper than intended. “You’re his friend.”
“I’m your friend too.” He glanced at you at a red light, holding the look a beat longer than casual. “And he asked me to pick you up because he has work going on. So I’m feeling less like his friend and more like someone who hates watching a friend disappear into her husband’s blind spot.”
The word disappear landed somewhere between her ribs. She turned toward the window, watching streetlights smear into golden streaks.
Seokjin..
The restaurant loomed ahead, its warm golden lights spilling onto the sidewalk as Yoongi eased the car to a stop. You and Yoongi finally arrived at the place, a five star michelin restaurant.
The place looked exquisite, much more exquisite to your taste.
“Welcome, Mr. Min and Mrs. Kim, Reservation for Mr. Kim Namjoon?” One of the concierges walked over and bowed at you and Yoongi.
You both nodded with a smile as few people assisted, leading the way for the two of you inside the restaurant. Yoongi being the gentleman he is, walked just beside you.
“Gosh, I thought you guys would be late!” one of the familiar voices called you both over. Looking to your right to see one of Seokjin’s friends, Jimin strutting over with Taehyung.
They gave Yoongi a playful ruffle in the hair before they turned to you.
They were stunned to see you weren't with Seokjin before Jimin could say anything. Normally, you are constantly by his side when you go out with his friends and it was always Jin’s idea to invite you. You would say no to him and he would nudge and kiss you in the neck with his pouty plump lips and his irresistible eyes.
Before turning to face Yoongi and Taehyung, Jimin stared at you for some time. “Well? Where’s Jin hyung?”
You try not to frown.
“He’s still at work because of an unexpected meeting. He’ll be on his way.” You shrugged your shoulders, playing your subtle frowning face off to them, but Yoongi can see it. He can see you playing it off but decided not to bring it up again.
The private dining room hummed with candlelight and the low percussion of conversation. A long walnut table dominated the space, set for eight with crystal glasses that caught and bent the flames into amber constellations. Several of Seokjin’s friends were seated, clustered with wine glasses in their hands.
On the long dinner table, you sat down between Yoongi and Jimin, and across from yours was Seokjin’s seat. You sat there keeping your hands to yourself and remained quiet as you watched the others talk to each other.
Deciding to open your phone, you sat there trying to stay still staring at Seokjin’s caller ID, thinking if you should call, text, or just wait for him to arrive. You were already missing him and it seemed to go slower and slower each passing time.
The lingerie hidden underneath your dress clinged to you with impatience, your mind sprawls with countless imaginations asking–begging for it to be removed. Your breathing was rushed and the air between your mind and yourself was thick with dreading annoyance.
You don’t know why you were impatient– at the same time nervous.
As far as you can remember, Seokjin started heading home late. You can still count how many times he missed your cooked dinner, returning home with the meal being cold already and him reheating it in the microwave, there’ll be days he would just not eat and rush to bed and you’re already asleep, It was an unusual behavior.
You remembered that one night when you tried to surprise him. You prepared lit scented candles that smelled like rosewood, rose petals scattered around the bedroom, and you on a silk robe sprawled across the bed waiting for him to come home. You even took the time to send teasing photos for him to get himself worked up, only for it to be left delivered which it never happened to you once in your months of marriage. When he came home looking extremely tired, you offered yourself to him but he simply refused. It left you flabbergasted and it soured your mood the whole night until the morning without even telling him.
You sighed and gave up, mind telling you to text him instead of calling.
Where are you, baby?
If there’s one thing you wanted to accomplish tonight, is that you wanted to successfully do your plan.
You gave it a rest and tucked your phone back to your purse, deciding not to be an asshole and interact with your other friends.
Namjoon is seated right across from you, alongside Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jungkook. He then turns to you and gives a comforting grin before turning his attention to everyone else, “Shall we get something to eat now? Looks like Jin hyung will be running late.”
Jin remained absent even after servers and waitresses arrived with the first half of the appetizers. You tried contacting him multiple times, but he didn't pick up, returning calls to voicemail. You then attempted messaging him once more, but the messages were still delivered but not seen.
At this point, you just went to dinner without him and Jin was slowly breaking his promise to you.
The servers brought over some red wine and poured it into your glass, but you were still unable to appreciate the appetizers.
Yoongi drank his wine, staring at you with his peripheral vision while attempting to hide the fact that he was observing you.
He finally spoke up, breaking the growing tension. “You should try the appetizers.”
You snapped back to reality and hastily hid your phone back to your purse, turning to him. “..Sorry, I think my stomach isn’t cooperating with me.”
Yoongi hummed, pouring more red wine into his glass.
“He’ll be here soon, for now, you should enjoy the night. Your mood will ruin your perfectly good makeup and dress.”
You concur. You spent a lot of time with your makeup; perhaps you were overthinking, and Seokjin wasn't returning your calls because he had a lot on his plate.
After staring at the appetizer on your plate, you picked up your fork and took a bite, putting your fears aside. With a smile on his face, Yoongi took his wine glass and handed it to you.
“Good, right? Let’s toast, To Namjoon.”
You smiled back, bringing your wine glass to him. “Toast, to Namjoon.”
The two of you brought your wine glass together to do a celebratory toast. Yoongi smiles at you softly before putting his lips onto the rim of the glass and taking a sip.
“Jin should be compensating Namjoon for being late! He should pay for everyone’s dinner!” You hear a voice across from your side and see Hoseok standing up from his seat and pulling Namjoon on his side with the wine glass on the other. He cheered as well as everyone else in the room celebrated as if it was an agreed decision.
You and Yoongi chuckled alongside.
“His wife came to dinner right on time and he’s not? The dinner is totally on him!” You hear one of his other friends, Jungkook chiming in with a playful, joking tone in his voice and everyone else agreed.
Yoongi took a quick glance at your reaction before he could say something, “Someone nag him and get him here. The main course will arrive soon before he can.”
Everyone erupted into laughter, including you.
The night passed slowly, and everyone continued to interact and sip more wine. Yoongi and the others kept you entertained, chatting with you about whatever shenanigans the guys were up to, revealing some funny moments captured on Hoseok's phone, and ensuring you were comfortable as you waited for Seokjin. You can't help but notice Jimin and Yoongi were quietly observing you on the side of the table, so you try to smile back at them whenever you can, sending them a reassuring message that you're still doing alright tonight.
You sat there trying not to open your purse again and pull your phone out to send another text to your husband, but before you could, the main course dish arrived after a long delay. A group of waiters arrived with their covered food trays, bringing in the main courses of the evening, as well as more several bottles of wine.
The dinner continued throughout the night until everyone stuffed their glass with more wine from different brands you can’t even name anymore.
Yoongi stood near an open balcony just outside the private room, his hands occupied with the wine glass with another half full of wine, and the phone on the other. You saw him leaning against the rails busying himself. Curious as you are, you walked up to him.
“Enjoying so far?” Yoongi asks, not looking up at you.
You gave him a simple nod.
“I had to head somewhere quiet, needed some fresh air. The guys are still singing like drunk fools.” He puts his phone back to his pocket, turning his whole attention to you now.
“It’s been.. Almost an hour since we arrived, Jin’s still not here.” You sigh, walking over to lean as well on the balcony railings. “What’s up with him?”
Yoongi remained quiet to sympathize with you. “He’s so busy. And it’s been.. one week since we’ve spent time together. It’s quite frustrating that he has been coming home late.” You added, finally talking to him.
You frantically raised your hands at Yoongi, “When was the last time we had sex? Come on! He refused a blowjob. A blowjob, Yoongi!” you spat out with an annoyed tone and Yoongi just stood there, completely unsettled if it was alright for him to hear this.
Jin has never refused sex to you. You knew how to ruin his composure, his control. Once Seokjin’s restraint shatters from your actions, he would fuck you with no mercy and making sure you won’t be able to walk the next day. That behavior remained inside the house, Seokjin remained like a gentleman everyone knows he is, but he always knows what you want, you know what he wants.
But, when he refused your offer to give him head, it drastically made you bitter.. and practically horny, That stayed for a week. It stayed for a week that got you fucking your own pussy with a vibrator whenever he’s away, screaming and whimpering for his name.
It got you to different fantasies– wild fantasies you have never thought sharing to anyone else’s. That whole week made you insanely crazy and craving for his touch, the thought of his lips kissing your neck, filling it up with hickeys, fingers with his wedding ring sliding into your insides, his tongue bringing you to ecstasy, filling up your cunt with his thick cock, or the thought of screaming for his name while you cover his back with bruises and marks from your nails.
“Again, this information is unnecess–”
“I am frustratingly craving for him, for fuck’s sake!”
You both just stood there after your outburst, Yoongi stared at you with uncertainty and who knows, probably disgust on his face. At this point, he was turning into some sex therapist if you continue to blabber him with you and Jin’s sex relationship. He then lets out a groan before he flicks your forehead.
“You got the wrong person to ask for help.”
“Huh?”
“You should’ve asked Jimin for help.”
You’re confused.
“Jimin can help you resolve this, It’s quite simple actually.” He grabs his phone from his pocket again and typed up a few words on the screen.
What the fuck does he mean by that?
You saw Yoongi texting Jimin, and not even a second later, Jimin is already behind you, flashing a mischievous smile.
“Don’t look for Yoongi when it comes to these kinds of things. I’ll help you instead.”
A bead of sweat drops down on your face and for some reason, the atmosphere felt chilly tonight.
You thought it was absurd, whatever Jimin and Yoongi had plotted. However, you just accepted it in order to resolve your complex sexual issue with Jin. You still have time to change your mind; talk to Jin or trust them.
Just don’t do anything, we’ll do the rest.
Right, and it still feels like it’s making you nervous.
Walking back to the private room, you see a familiar figure standing just outside the door. His back was facing yours but you know it too well.
You are all too familiar with the person who has that broad, attractive shoulders you’ve been craving for—shoulders where your legs would rest while he fu–
“Sorry I’m late, work was hectic.” He laughed.
Your eyes widened by the sight.
It was Seokjin, dressed in casual work clothing that still made him look expensive. White button-down shirt that leaves two of its buttons loosened, sharp black trousers paired with a leather belt.
His hair was styled like it was rushed, hair laid back but it still made him look sleek overall. The main highlight of his outfit was the silver wedding ring that rested on his finger as he held a bouquet of flowers when he turned around and five heads turned in your direction. He stood there with a pleased smile on his face.
He looks at you up and down with that same smile he gave you, you remember it. It was the same look he gave you at your wedding.
Jin stared that felt like hours. You can hear your thoughts crumble. When was the last time he looked like that to you?
“Jagiya.”
You took three strides, eyes still focused on him.
“Sorry I’m late, but I’m here now.” Jin gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead. You felt it, his soft lips that you miss, touched your forehead–like he always used to.
“I was waiting for you.” You had a lot to say to him, but you failed to express that because you heard yourself quiver and felt a knot in your throat. It wasn't even about you waiting for him at dinner; there was more to what you said.
Suddenly, Jimin’s hand found the small of your back. Light. Reassuring.
“Now that you’re here, hyung.”Jimin chimed in, and the word vibrated against your spine. “You’ll be paying for dinner. Namjoon already agreed to it!”
Jin’s gaze found them. His laughter stuttered. His eyes dropped to Jimin’s hand, then climbed your dress like a man reading a document he’d been told was unimportant and was suddenly realizing was critical.
Trying not to get his thoughts on the way, he laughed lightly and joked. “Fine! only because Namjoon is leaving soon!”
Yoongi was just behind the crowd, watching the whole situation unfold. His face was unreadable but he can feel the sudden growing tension now. Jin was easy to read to him.
As Jin slid into the seat across yours, the air crackled with the tension even more when he realized he wasn’t given the seat beside you. His eyes immediately bore onto Yoongi and Jimin’s as their pair of eyes attentively looked at you as if you were a precious gem to them. You were in between two of your friends–his friends.
You remained oblivious, forgetting what was the main plan all along when Jimin kept talking to you and Yoongi. He sat there with his arm resting behind your back.
Jin’s chest tightened with the familiar ache of absence, yet he remained composed.
He looked into his phone as a distraction, his head down and mindlessly scrolling, piling his growing thoughts of you with work and other documents he needs to read.
Dinner continued to unfold in courses. You tracked the progression by the plates set and cleared—more steak, galbi, and stew.
Seokjin remained in his seat, eating his meal when his phone vibrated in his pocket. His expression faltered into a low frustration, already knowing it was another call from work.
Even during on his way to work, more calls coming from his company, his employees, and his secretary kept ringing and it annoys him. His phone never received a break one bit away from the company to the point he got used to people calling for him over and over ever since he stopped receiving a time away from his piles of work.
He dropped the silverware from his hands and quickly apologized to his friends, including you.
He left his seat with phone in hand, retreating himself towards the door.
The conversation died down, and Namjoon was the first one to speak up when his head remained on the door. “Gosh, when will Jin get a break.” He asked, rhetorically.
Jungkook followed, “You should scold him when he keeps neglecting you okay?” That statement was for you.
You quickly waved your hands to him, “Oh no, he’s not neglecting me.” You don’t know why you had to lie to them, you didn’t want anyone to involve themselves further.
But Jimin and Yoongi just gave each other the look.
The conversations and the meals went on, immediately moving to another topic.
Jin returned with his usual expression again, a composed, positive lingering in his face. But the sight that greeted him froze him in the doorway. Jimin and Yoongi was leaning across the table, and Jimin’s one elbow propped casually as he traced the rim of your wine glass with a fingertip, his eyes locked on you with a flirtatious spark that made you laugh softly, cheeks flushed and chest rising with quickened breaths. The neckline of your dress gaped just enough to reveal the soft swell of your breasts. Jimin’s gaze dipped there deliberately, his words carrying just loud enough for Seokjin to catch fragments. "Your dress looks good on you."
Jin's jaw tightened, a flush of discomfort creeping up his neck as he watched Jimin and Yoongi’s knees brush yours under the table, basically sandwiching you. The subtle contact sparking something possessive and raw in his gut but he can’t quite tell why yet. He approached back to his seat with measured steps, looking away and focused on Hoseok and Namjoon. but the hunger in his eyes betrayed the shift, his mind already racing with the need to reclaim what he'd let slip away.
Jimin’s knee pressed against yours under the table. Once. Twice. The third time, you didn’t move away. You were still unaware.
You can now feel the weight of your husband's stare on the way Jimin’s hand rested near yours, fingers almost intertwining, and her nipples tightened further against the fabric, a visible outline that didn't escape either man's notice. The flirting didn't stop outright, Jimin’s witty remarks continued with that perceptive edge, drawing out your smiles and the subtle arch of your back that pressed your breasts forward—but now it served to highlight Jin's absence, each teasing glance and low chuckle forcing his discomfort into the open.
Your body hummed with a mix of frustration and awakening desire, the emotional neglect clashing against the sudden, electric pull of being the center of attention, wet heat soaking the thin lace beneath your dress as the night promised far more than a simple meal.
Jin is looking.. calm down. Don’t start acting like this so suddenly..
You can’t seem to stop.
Yoongi suddenly leaned close, but still respecting distance as he poured you wine. “He’s watching now.”
You risked a glance. Seokjin was staring at his hand on the wine bottle, at the way Yoongi’s shoulder touched yours, at the flush creeping up your neck that had nothing to do with alcohol.
“I think we should talk.” you whispered as you suggested it to him. But Yoongi shook his head at the suggestion. “Not yet.”
He straightened, catching Jin’s eye. The look they exchanged was electric–Yoongi’s calm challenge meeting Seokjin’s dawning comprehension. Around them, the dinner party chattered on, oblivious.
Jimin finally wraps his arm around your shoulders, poking your cheek with his finger teasingly. “Yoongi, you should let her hear a sample of one of your upcoming tracks.” He then turns to you, “It’s really good.”
Yoongi gave you your glass back, half poured wine on it. “I’ll send her a copy as soon as she gets home.”
Seokjin was watching– all of it. And it was obvious already. He didn’t even try to hide it when one of his eyes was twitching, his fingers clutching the fork tensely, and his brows furrowing slightly.
Jimin and Yoongi can see it now, and he was ready to face whatever consequences his hyung will throw at him. He will have to come up with a long apology text later after dinner.
For now, they needed Seokjin to lose his patience.
Jimin leans in, much more closer than before now and the distance was practically closing. He whispered closely to your ear but quite audible enough for Seokjin to hear it. “Yoongi should invite you next time to listen to his unreleased tracks at his studio, alone.”
Seokjin’s chair scraped back. a bit loud enough for everyone to hear.
He strided towards you with impatience, and pushed Yoongi aside on his chair. The situation was looking more like the two oldest were just playing. His hands moved him aside–not painfully, but with an insistence or demand.
Yoongi, however, wasn't fazed and knew what was coming, so he excused himself and moved over beside Jimin.
“What were you guys talking about?” His voice was quiet but carried a heavy weight and it was directed towards the two guys. Seokjin immediately removed the distance between you two and snaked his hand on your waist, squeezing your sides as a sign he was quietly claiming you.
You felt your throat run dry, “W-We were just talking about Yoongi’s n-new song coming up soon.” You could slap yourself in the head for suddenly losing confidence and try not to stutter at everything you say.
Jimin hums, bringing his palm over to rest on his chin. He was quite observant, and the moment Seokjin snaked his hand over to your waist, he discreetly looked at it with an amused face. “Sounds pretty good, you know. Though it still needs some background vocals.” Jimin sounded like there was a playful tone in his voice.
“What about you? Do you want to do background vocals for his new single?” Jimin’s question was pertaining to you, his eyes locked in to yours and Yoongi quietly sat behind, busying himself by pretending to look at the brand name of the wine bottle.
Seokjin’s hold tightened, making you squirm. “N-No thanks, I’m a bad singer.”
Jin’s hand secretly slid under the clothed table without hesitation, fingers curving possessively over the bare skin of your thigh and hiking the hem of your dress higher until they brushed the damp lace clinging to your pussy. The heat there was unmistakable, slick and swollen from weeks of neglect, and his touch ignited a sharp gasp from you that you tried to swallow behind your wine glass.
Jimin’s smirk deepened as he caught the motion, but he leaned back just enough to give you space while still watching, his earlier flirtation shifting into something observational and charged. “Jin, you haven’t been spending time with us, have you been spending time with your wife?” he murmured low, the words meant for Jin but landing hot against your skin. Your husband’s jaw flexed, the jealousy in his eyes darkening into raw hunger as two fingers pressed firmly against your clit through the fabric, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that made your thighs tremble and fresh wetness seep out to coat his knuckles.
Fuck, why here? You thought to yourself.
The chattering noise faded into a distant hum around their table, replaced by the frantic pulse of your heartbeat and the quiet, wet sounds of his fingers working you open. Jin leaned close, breath hot against her ear. “We’ve been spending so much time together. Do you think I would just neglect my wife?” He spoke with bittersweet play on his tongue, but it was lies.
You swore to yourself that you could feel your pussy tighten by the emphasis of him claiming you from them.
Lies, all lies.
You tried to scoff at yourself but the pleasure coiling on your gushing pussy was unbearable.
Yoongi obviously knew it was a lie, but played along.
He hooked the lace aside and sank two thick fingers deep inside yours in one smooth thrust, curling them against that sensitive spot that made your hips jerk forward. The stretch burned sweetly after so long without him, inner walls clenching greedily around the invasion while your nipples ached against the dress. Yoongi’s gaze flicked downward, noting the way your breasts heaved with each shaky exhale, but he stayed silent now, letting the moment belong to you even as the air between the four of them thickened with unspoken tension.
“No wonder you haven’t been texting us in the group chat.”
Emotion swelled in your chest—frustration melting into fierce, relieved desire as Jin’s free hand gripped the back of your neck, anchoring you while his fingers pumped harder, rougher, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit with every stroke, your other free hand feeling the thick ridge of his cock straining against his trousers when you rested your palm there, proof that the sight of another man’s attention had finally cracked through his distraction.
A low moan escaped yours before you could bite it back, and Jin’s eyes flashed with possessive fire, promising that the rest of the night would be spent reminding your body exactly who it belonged to.
A waiter approached your table once again just then, a young man in a crisp white shirt balancing a tray of selected desserts, his polite smile faltering as he caught the flush on your cheeks and the way your lips parted around a ragged breath.
"Everything all right here? The chef sent over the second to the last course—chocolate mille-feuille, as requested." His eyes flicked to Jimin and Yoongi, who leaned back with an amused nod, but Jin didn't withdraw his fingers, instead pressing them deeper into your clenching pussy in a slow, deliberate thrust that made your thighs quiver against the chair.
You gripped the edge of the table, forcing a shaky smile while your husband's thumb circled your swollen clit, the wet sounds barely masked by the ambient chatter. "Looks delicious," Yoongi replied smoothly, his voice cutting through the tension as he engaged the waiter in light conversation about the wine pairing, all while Jin's possessive grip on your neck tightened, his breath hot against your ear whispering filthy promises of how he'd bend you over later, claiming every inch.
Namjoon walked towards your direction, suddenly calling Jimin. “Jimin, help Taehyung out with his camera for a sec!”
Jimin nodded, standing up from his chair and quietly slipping away to avoid interrupting anything. He gave Yoongi a quick wink before he headed over to Namjoon.
The interruption only fueled the fire between them, your body arching subtly as Jin added a third finger, stretching your neglected walls with rough insistence that sent sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Your breasts heaved visibly beneath the thin dress, nipples hard and aching as the waiter's gaze lingered a moment too long on the exposed curve of your cleavage before he nodded and retreated, leaving the air thick with unspoken awareness.
Yoongi chuckled low, his earlier flirtation now a knowing backdrop as he murmured something about the couple's obvious chemistry, but Jin's jealousy had transformed into raw urgency—his cock throbbing hard through his trousers, a damp spot forming where pre-cum leaked from the tip.
Another figure came seconds later, Hoseok, striding over with a broad grin and waving hand. "Jin, man, when are you gonna come every time Jungkook asks out for drinks? You’ve missed out a lot."
The conversation erupted around them, Hoseok pulling up a chair uninvited and chatting about their planned hangouts, oblivious to the way Jin's fingers pumped faster under the tablecloth, curling against your g-spot with each hidden stroke that had you biting your lip to stifle moans.
Fuck it, you could just scream and tell Jin that you wanted to go home. How come he can still look composed even while he busies himself fingering you?
The air felt hot suddenly.
Your neck sweats coldly from the way Jin’s hand rested on your nape.
Your pussy fluttered greedily around the intrusion, slick arousal coating his palm as the emotional weight of his attention crashed over you, mixing frustration with desperate need. Yoongi kept the talk flowing with witty asides, his eyes glinting at the subtle shifts in your posture. Jin's free hand which was on the back of your neck earlier slid lower to palm your breast through the fabric, pinching a nipple hard enough to make you gasp. The promise in his gaze burned hotter now, vowing that once you escaped this crowd, he'd fuck you senseless until you forgot every lonely night.
You wanted to look at him, you wanted to cry and look at his eyes.
But when you did, you saw how frustrated he looked. He remained composed all this time but there was a glint of possessiveness and anger fueling up to him.
“J-Jin.. We s-shouldn’t.” You whispered.
With a low curse, he withdrew his hand, wiped it discreetly on the napkin, and Yoongi saw his fingers soaked. "Excuse us." He spoke with command and stood abruptly.
Hoseok raised an eyebrow but nodded smoothly, his friend left a gaze flicking to you with a spark of encouragement that made her pulse race.
Seokjin pulled you up holding your wrist instantly, His grip firm on your wrist while the damp evidence of your arousal glistened on his fingers. Yoongi leaned back in his chair, raising his wine glass in a silent toast that only you saw.
Jin didn't wait for protests, pulling you up by the elbow and guiding you through the private dining room’s back hallway toward a private alcove near the coat check, the dim lighting casting shadows over your flushed faces.
Once alone, he spun you to face him, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise as anger and regret warred in his eyes. “What was that?” His voice had dropped an octave.
“What was what? Me spending time with my friends too? you’ve barely looked at me for almost two weeks, Jin. That’s the crime?”
His hands found her hips. Grip first, question later. “They touched you. All night.”
“They noticed me all night.” your chin lifted, upset and anger underneath. “When’s the last time you did that? When’s the last time you touched me like you meant it?”
His mouth crushed the answer.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was a reclamation, tongue and teeth and the taste of wine, his body pinning yours to the wall hard enough that the sconce flickered. Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into expensive fabric, and a sound escaped throat that was half-surprise and half-relief.
“We’re doing this here.” Jin said against your mouth. The words came out ragged.
“Everyone’s still out there.”
“I don’t care.” His hand slid up your thigh, pushing the dress apart, finding the laced edge of your underwear. “Let them hear.”
Surely he wouldn’t do that, right?
The hallway was shadowed but not secure—anyone could walk past, anyone could need the bathroom, anyone could witness your husband’s fingers hooking beneath silk and pulling it aside. The danger sharpened every sensation, the wallpaper’s rough texture, the cool air on exposed skin. Jin’s belt buckle pressing into your hip.
"I've been a fucking idiot," he growled, voice rough with self-loathing. “I've been a fucking failure as your husband."
"Neglecting you, leaving you lonely in our bed while I chased deadlines—missing every chance to touch you, taste you, remind you how much I need this pussy wrapped around my cock." His apology spilled out in a heated rush, hands sliding up to cup your breasts through the dress, thumbs circling your nipples as the frustration melted into raw hunger.
You wanted him to stop. Not because you don’t want this, but because you refused to give Jin what he wants–to punish him for neglecting you.
You wanted him to go mad, to become impatient for the whole night.
You cannot lose to him.
“We are not doing this here.” You spoke with defiance, trying to sound serious and stopping him from kissing you back.
The initial spark of anger heightened under the weight of his, your body arching into his touch as desire took hold, thighs parting instinctively when he dipped his finger back to your core.
The shift was electric, his mouth crashing over yours in a bruising kiss that tasted of wine and desperation, hands slipping on your lace panties to expose your soaked folds. "No." he whispered against your lips, fingers dipping back inside you with possessive urgency.
You moaned under his touch, you held it but Seokjin wanted you to scream, to make them known that you’re being fucked by his fingers.
“I'm going to fuck you right here until you feel how sorry I am.” Your moans mingled with his, the emotional void filling with the heat of his reclaimed passion, bodies grinding together in a frenzy that promised deeper reclamation once you reached home.
Something fractured in his expression. Regret. Hunger. Something older and more possessive than both.
The door swung open from one of the private rooms.
A figure exited the doorway with phone in his hand.
It was Namjoon.
Seokjin looks at him from the corner, smirking by the thought you two could be caught red-handed.
Namjoon stood there, completely unaware while he taps something from his phone. He then puts it on his ear and a low ring emerges from Seokjin’s phone, sending you both stunned.
But Jin continued to finger you through the fabric of your lace panties, it sent a jolt right through you, causing a whimper loud enough from someone to hear from your mouth.
“Namjoon?” He answered the phone call.
Seokjin dips his slender fingers more into you. You let out an unexpected moan.
“Jin hyung? Where are you two? Are you guys okay? I heard something.”
You stood there, helpless and thighs shaking, desperate.
“We just went out for some fresh air because my wife doesn’t feel good. We’ll head back there.”
You can hear Namjoon talk through the phone, he sounded unsure whether what he heard was correct and said their goodbyes before ending the call.
Jin leaned in closer, but the possessive heat in his eyes remained something urgent. He withdrew his hand slowly, leaving her throbbing and empty. His actions were rushed and didn’t even hesitate to grab your wrists once again and walked back with urgency back to the room.
All of their eyes turned to you two when you entered back to the room with him. The room suddenly went quiet as their eyes glanced right onto you, especially Jimin and Yoongi. Jin then cleared his throat while still protectively gripping your wrist.
“We’re heading home early–unfortunately, my wife doesn’t feel good so we’re leaving.” He spoke, remained composed.
You look like a mess. panties already soaked and ruined underneath, makeup felt sticky and probably smudged already, your legs were still quivering.
But then the guys’ eyes dropped, and stared with widened eyes to you and Jin’s trousers, an obvious bulge poking out, wet marks from your slick, or from his tip that oozed precum earlier.
They didn’t say anything but you know it, they know it. They know something happened, yet they couldn’t say anything.
Namjoon tried to say something to you. “W-Well. yeah. that’s fine.. With us. Hope you get better s-soon.”
Seokjin smiled, but it felt sinister. Because he saw the way Yoongi and Jimin looked at the two of you. He smiled at them darkly, already expecting that they’ll do an explanation or an apology later.
You two slipped out through the side exit into the cool night air, the restaurant's lights fading behind you as you hurried toward the car. Seokjin's hand stayed possessive on your back, guiding you with an urgency that promised the rough reclamation ahead.
In the passenger seat, your thighs pressed together against the lingering ache, the scent of sex clinging to both of you. He drove away with one hand on the wheel and the other resting high on your leg, fingers tracing idle circles that kept the fire simmering.
The drive was quiet, no one was saying anything but you know Jin wanted to say something as he focused on the road, yet his hand remained on your thigh. It looked like his mind was clouded with a lot of stuff on his head.
You tried to speak, “I- Jin..”
Jin remained focused and it wasn’t the same look he gave you earlier back at the restaurant.
You read his actions, so you decided to stop talking. But you wanted him to feel that you’re still there, so you then rested your palm with his, holding it softly.
By the time you two reached your house, the air between them crackled with anticipation once he parked on the pavement. Even though he looked like he was mad at you and everyone else, Jin still managed to open the door for you, waiting for you to leave the vehicle.
You walked first to the house, grabbing your keys from your purse, while he stood behind you with both of his hands on his pocket. You can feel his eyes gazing at you, looking like you were simply a prey to him. He waited for you to unlock the door.
As soon as you both entered inside the house, he still didn’t say anything. Seokjin walked past you and headed to the refrigerator, getting a glass of water.
You stood there and watched him, watching him chug down the glass as the drops of water simmered down on his throat. His adam apple bobbing every time he chugged down the liquid. It was a sight.
You gulped.
You can’t read him, whether if he still wanted to continue what happened earlier or he’s mad. You try to persuade yourself that he can’t get mad at you, especially after almost a whole week of him neglecting you over work. It wouldn’t seem fair.
His back was facing yours. You gripped your knuckles tightly.
“Jin, for a week, you didn’t talk to me–nor even looked at my eyes.”
He stood there and not even facing you.
The frustration was slowly starting to erupt again, the feeling of hot tears unfold slowly in the corner of your eyes.
Jin's schedules had devoured your evenings, leaving you to navigate empty beds and colder sheets, a once-frequent intimacy now a distant memory that left your skin prickling with unfulfilled longing. You recalled the last time his hands had roamed your body—one or two weeks ago, a hurried embrace that barely scratched the surface of your desires.
You question your worth as a wife.
Finally, Seokjin turns to you. His eyes lingering with possessiveness, lust, and hunger. He finally spoke, voice dropping lower.
“Jagiya, Tell me you want this.” He spoke with something deeper in his voice, a bit harsher. “Tell me you still want me.”
“I buried myself in work—it's no wonder Yoongi and Jimin’s flirting got under my skin. I saw how you responded to them, how you laughed and moved, and it killed me to realize I've been the one starving you for this."
The anger in his gaze softened into aching desire as you met his eyes, breath hitching when his hand slid down to grip your hip, pulling you flush against his throbbing erection.
“You’re my wife, not his wife.”
You’re mine, and only mine.
You’re wearing our wedding ring, it means you’re taken. No one can have you.
Tension crackled between you, transforming into a shared hunger that had your fingers clutching his shirt, drawing him nearer. "I want to make it right," Jin murmured, his lips brushing yours in a promise, one hand already hiking up your ruined dress to find your soaked panties again. "Fuck, I need to feel you come for me like you used to."
Your fingers tightened in the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer, breath mingling with his in the narrow space between. The heat of his body enveloped your front, his erection grinding insistently against your thigh through the layers of clothing.
You whispered, voice trembling with a mix of lingering frustration and the surge of need that had built all evening. “I’ve been waiting,” It came out broken in the middle, “for you to remember I exist.”
Your hips rolled forward to meet him, the soaked lace of your lace panties sliding against his knuckles as he tugged the fabric aside once more. The scent of your arousal filled the room, thick and heady, and Jin groaned low in his throat, his mouth descending to the column of your neck where he sucked a mark into your skin, teeth grazing just enough to send shivers racing down your spine.
“The bra.. Your panties. You bought them for me, baby?” he whispered to your neck as he noticed the matching black set.
You nodded, slightly tilting your head. “Mhm.. I bought it when you were at work. I wanted to surprise you, baby.”
He tugs the lace underwear once more, creating a shocked reaction out of you. “You’re so beautiful, my baby. You’ve been such a good girl, and I was a fool.”
His hand moved over to your cheek, caressing it as if he was studying you.
Fuck, you can’t help but whisper it to yourself. Seokjin’s dark eyes met yours. There was something in his eyes that made your skin crawl, something that sent a tingle down there. He smirks at the response, then leans over to yours, closing the distance. The same soft eyes that were gazing at you earlier changed into something more dark, more intoxicating. His lips parted slightly.
It made you try to avert your gaze with his as it was slowly making you nervous but Seokjin was quick enough to gently grab your jaw to maintain eye contact with him.
He breathes and whispers,
“Baby, I wanted to show everyone there to see your perfect, sexy body. I wanted them to see who I married,” Jin paused.
“I wanted them to see who I fuck every night.”
He confessed once more, his voice cracking with jealousy.
“Fuck, I wanted to seriously fuck you there. On the table, where everyone–Jimin and Yoongi can see what you’re doing to me.. To what I’m doing to you.”
You sat there and stared at him as if it’s the most unbelievable thing he said.
It made you shiver and your cheeks warm.
If it weren’t for his patience and control, he would try that.
You felt loved, desired, and the way Seokjin’s eyes followed your body only fueled that building feeling under your legs. His gaze snapped up to meet yours, and for a moment, he didn’t speak. Seokjin tried to be restrained.
You choked on your own breath just feeling that friction slowly erupting when he fingers your clit. the spiraling wave of emotions coming to you was slowly unraveling, eyes closed filled with ecstasy.
You try not to moan.
But he knows you, he knows you too well.
Seokjin speaks right into your ear, slowly, seductively. “Did you see the way they stared when I finger fucked you? They were so shocked.. They can never have this pretty pussy.”
One of his legs moved under yours. Your breath was becoming haste– and the feeling was becoming scandalous.
You whimpered as his lips traveled down to your lips then to your neck again, biting it harshly. You tried to even stop yourself from letting any moans come out of your mouth.
Your mind was nothing but filth and fantasies—his slender fingers or even his lips pressing to find and touch your sweet clit, his deep sultry voice whispering things that would break you, make you feel wanted.
Your mind raced with past events of Seokjin fucking you to the mattress when you were trying out different sets of lingerie, giving him a blowjob at the kitchen when he returned from a one week business trip, the bathroom that ended up messily, and even at the dining table– your whole house had an event of you two fucking like animals trying out different sex positions.
“Fuck, you taste so good. I don’t think I can contain myself anymore.” He whispers to you as he continues to kiss your neck. heart pounding in your chest, the erratic as your body trembled, pussy clenching with the intensity of his words.
“J-Jin, don’t.. stop..” You whimpered beneath him.
You bastard..
Clit circling with firm, practiced pressure that made your knees weaken. You could feel the pulse of his cock through his trousers again, the way it throbbed in time with the rapid beat of his heart against your chest. The apology in his eyes had transformed fully now, the anger giving way to a desperate hunger that mirrored your own. "I missed this," he rasped, sliding two fingers inside you with a slick sound that echoed faintly off the walls. your inner walls clenched around him greedily.
“Bedroom.” He says, voice running out of breath.
You rushed into the bedroom with him as he carried you there, the door barely clicked shut before Jin threw you and had you pinned against the bed, but this time the kiss was slower, deeper, laced with the promise of everything he'd neglected.
Your shoulder blades pressed into the mattress, the seeping cold through the fabric, and above you was Jin's silhouette blocking the dim warm lights.
With a steadying breath, Seokjin eased back from your side, his hand reluctantly withdrawing from the soft mound of your breast, where your nipple still pebbled under his touch, a silent plea for more. The room's dim glow caught the faint sheen of sweat on his brow as he rose, his movements deliberate and hushed, like a thief in his own home. Jin began to undress, starting with the button-up shirt that had carried the weight of boardroom decisions all day, letting it slide from his shoulders to pool silently on the floor.
His fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, each one popping free with a whisper of fabric, revealing the taut plane of his chest, dusted with a light trail of hair that led down to the waistband of his trousers.
His belt hung open. The leather tongue swayed with his breathing.
"You have no idea," he said, working his zipper down, "How it felt, Watching them touch you. Watching you let them."
Memories flooded him unbidden—nights long past when you were newlyweds, laughter echoing in your new house as he pinned you against the wall, his cock buried deep in your welcoming heat, moans spurring him on with a wild, unchecked fervor. Those recollections stirred his blood anew, making his erection throb painfully against the confines of his clothes, an insistent reminder of how your body had always been his ultimate refuge.
He stripped your dress and the matching set away with reverent hands, exposing your breasts to the warm light, nipples tight and begging for his mouth. His own clothes followed in a hasty pile, his cock springing free, thick and flushed at the tip.
You forgot how big his cock was, how it made your hole weak and it made you miss work for a day because your legs were still shaking in the morning.
Your laugh came out fractured, half-moan before he'd even touched you. “Maybe I needed you to feel something. Maybe I needed you to feel anything.”
His hand found your throat, squeezing, holding. The pad of his thumb settled into the hollow above her collarbone, and her pulse beat against it like a confession.
“Baby.” He pressed harder. “If you continued to do that earlier, I might just took you there on that damn table.”
It’s rare for Seokjin to curse, but whenever you hear him curse, it makes you wet.
His mouth replaced the statement, descending to your sternum, cold air, then heat. His tongue circled once, lazy and deliberate, before he drew your nipple into his mouth with enough suction to make your hips buck against the mattress.
"Don't stop." The plea came from somewhere deeper than your throat. "Don't you dare stop."
"I'm not stopping." His thumb found your clit, circling counterclockwise while his fingers worked inside you. "I'm never stopping again. I'm never—" He kissed your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breast. "—letting you—" His tongue traced your collarbone. "—forget."
The buildup was different with him. Solitary pleasure was a straight line, efficient and predictable. This was a spiral—tightening, loosening, redirecting just when you thought you’d found the rhythm. He'd always been good at this. you’d forgotten how good. your own husband, and you’d forgotten.
"Look at me."
You opened your eyes that hadn't realized you closed them. Jin's face was close enough to kiss, his expression unguarded in a way it hadn't been since he neglected you. Hunger etched into every line. Fear too. And beneath both, something that looked almost like grief.
"I'm sorry." He said it without breaking eye contact, his fingers still moving inside yours. "I'm so fucking sorry."
His pleading and apology made you tighten around his fingers. It felt good, it felt so damn good.
But you wanted something more.
You wanted his dick.
Jin removed his fingers from your aching pussy and spread your thighs wider, he then hooked his arms under your knees, and dragged you near him as he looked down at you. You flinched this time.
“I know you, Yoongi, and Jimin planned this.”
His cock pressed against your entrance, hot and insistent and you were so wet that the first inch slid in without resistance.
He first slowly thrusted but deeper, filling you in one long stroke that made you gasp. “Do you still need a reminder that you're mine?”
You couldn't speak, already cock-drunk. Jin pulled back and drove in again, harder, the bed’ legs scraping against hardwood.
“Say it.” His thumb found her clit again, pressing in time with his thrusts. "Say you're mine."
"Yours." The word broke on a moan. “Yours, yours, I've always been—”
He fucked you through the rest of the sentence. Seokjin didn’t even give you time to adjust. Through the first orgasm that ripped, unexpected and violent, your nails raked lines down his forearms.
Jin's rhythm stuttered. His hand slid up to grip your jaw, tilting your face toward his. “He's never touching you again. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” You muttered, choked.
“You’re not riding in his car again. He's done.”
“Jin—”
“I mean it.” He thrusted harder. “I told you I'll give you everything you need, everything he thought he could give you. I'll give you so much you forget his name.”
Your answer was a sound, not a word. Jin's mouth found yours and swallowed it whole while his dick thrusted deeply onto your core.
Every hit, sends a knot down your stomach. All the touching, the ecstasy, the kissing, it made you arch your back and lock him with your legs.
“You like that,” Jin murmured against your ear, releasing his dick and then slapping it harshly on your folds, sending you to a gasp. “What a fucking whore you are. Going after my friend just because it’s not going your way. Do you want his dick, princess? Do you want to stuff yourself with Yoongi’s dick? Jimin’s dick?”
You shook your head and closed your eyes, feeling the pressure hitting as his big cock hitting your cervix. He slapped you when he saw your eyes close for a second, then gripped one of your breasts tightly, pushing himself into you with no mercy.
Whore.
My slut.
Fuck, you’re so good. All for me.
You couldn’t deny it. The humiliation and thrill were braided too tightly to separate. Your husband’s gaze was a physical weight on your skin, and Jin’s fingers were relentless as he continued to hold your waist to prevent you from getting out, the combination was building something inside you that felt dangerous.
You moaned louder, louder that you eventually stopped caring about your neighbors hearing when you were just holding them back earlier.
“N-no.. I want your dick, Jin! I never wanted anyone–I want you, Jin-”
Jin’s large hands gripped your hips to align the broad head of his cock with your entrance before thrusting in deep with one smooth stroke again, stretching your walls around his girth.
You gasped at the fullness, inner muscles fluttering around him as he began another relentless rhythm, each plunge forcing your pussy to grip and slick his shaft with your juices. Seokjin grunted low, his muscular body flexing as he drove harder, balls slapping against your ass until he buried himself to the hilt and released, hot jets of thick cum pulsing directly against your cervix in heavy spurts that coated your insides.
“It doesn’t seem like it, whore.” He insulted you, gripping to choke your neck again, seeing your gasped reaction with his thumb hitting the throat.
The slap of skin echoing as your walls clenched around his girth. Pleasure bloomed and your body arching against his with each thrust, nipples tightening from the cold air hitting. His intense gaze locking onto you as he knelt between your spread thighs, cock already rigid and leaking as he eased inside with controlled power, filling you completely.
“You're taking it so well,” he murmured, voice rough with respect,
Jin’s thrusts made you arch and whimper even more, the pleasure cresting as your walls milked him greedily. Each release sent fresh warmth spilling through you, he claimed his turn with dominant insistence—spreading you fully to watch his cock disappear into your cum-filled pussy—The rush of surrender as your body responded with eager pulses, moans echoing as he pounded you.
“I want to put a baby in you. Is that okay, baby? I want to breed you full with my babies so that people know who fucked you, who already claimed you. Seeing your womb big and round full-”
You nodded aggressively, again and again. At this point, you were seeing stars and your vision was getting blurry. Soon, you were feeling the knot slowly on your stomach erupting. Your breath caught in your throat, so commanding, so possessive.
“The sigh of you- with a round belly, or the sight of our children running around while they play. shit, you fucking whore.. you wanted it too, don’t you?”
“J-Jin, yes–please do. Please fill me up..” You choked out and begged, tears already spilling out on the corner of your eyes.
Jin went deeper, pushing himself to kiss your tears away. His thick cock stretching your cum-slicked pussy with relentless force. The wet and scandalous slap of his hips against your cunt filled the room, swollen clit throbbing from the friction as another orgasm rippled through you, inner walls clenching greedily around him to draw out every drop.
Your heart pounded, feeling the roughness of how Jin handled you and the erratic rhythm of your body trembled with anticipation, every nerve ending bursting with the intensity of the way he claims you. Both of you were sticky and sweaty already, tilting your head back against the pillows. Voice already barely a whisper.
His lips were demanding, taking your swollen lips once again, the scent of red wine and the mix of your juices from earlier sent an electrifying feeling to you. You melted into the kiss, your hands pulled into a fist as you pulled him closer.
His tongue swept into your mouth, claiming with possessiveness that made you hungry, you moaned softly into the kiss, sound swallowing by lewd wet noises of the tongue.
His hands roamed your body and pulled your lower body flush against his. You could feel the hard, throbbing length twitch inside your throbbing cunt, arousal pooling between your legs with intensity. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin that would cause a bruise later, a reminder of the control he held over you.
You’re his, and no one else.
“J-Jin, too much. Please.” You pleaded, sounding pitiful under his. But he listened, he will always give you everything.
He lifted you effortlessly and aggressively, his hands gripping your back for support as your legs suddenly almost lost balance when he forced you to wrap them around his waist, riding him.
The heat of his skin searing against yours, the tip of his cock teasing your folds. “You’re so fucking perfect for my dick, jagiya.” he spoke hotly, his voice dropping with desire, his eyes never leaving yours. “Your pussy was molded just for me.”
You tried to catch your breath in your throat at the sight of his flushed chest, flushed cheeks, his swollen lips, wet from your kisses, your body pressed against his as he held you up, his hands gripping your thighs with a possessiveness. His arms held you, the possessive glint in his eyes, your arousal glistening on your thighs.
It was erotic and disgustingly good. the sight of it only made you want him more.
“Look at how you’re trembling for me,” he growled at you, voice commanding that made your pussy clench with need as he thrust into you in deliberate motion, filling you completely.
The stretch was intense as your nails dug into his shoulders when you still tried adjusting to his size, fullness of him making you drunk with lust. You both moaned of how full it feels, the sound crawling in the air.
Letting you feel every inch of him.
He set a relentless pace, his hips snapping against yours. He made you like a fuck toy, a fuck doll.
“From now on, I won’t leave you. never again, everyday I will prove it to you that you’re mine, and I’m yours. I will fuck you everyday untill your belly is full of my sperm.”
Both of his hand snaked back to your breasts, feeling it softly under his palms, the nipples hitting him. He continued to move inside you, each thrust precise, hitting that spot inside you. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he spoke. “You’re so tight, baby. You’re all mine, not Yoongi’s.. Not Jimin’s.. mine.” It wasn’t the Seokjin you regularly see, it was different. He was possessive, angry, full of lust and passion.
The way he moved inside you—it was too much to take, and you felt yourself pulling another orgasm, body tightening around him as you moaned his name.
“Seokjin… I’m gonna—” you cried, your voice breaking as the feeling on your stomach was starting to build.
“Shit,” Seokjin cursed and slid his hands down between your bodies to rub your clit in frantic circles, his thrusts growing harder, deeper and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Come for me, baby… say my name. I’ll put all my cum into you, I’ll make you forget everyone. I’ll make sure you get pregnant.” He added more pressure on your clit, and his dick hitting at the same time, it all pushed you over the edge.
Your orgasm hitting you harder now, the pleasure was too much for you to handle that left your vision going white as you moan under his touch. You kept milking his cock as he thrusts. your nails claimed his back as you clung to him, moans echoing.
“Jin, I’m coming-! I’m–”
“Yes, jagiya. Cum for me.”
Jin talked like it was a chant, he whispered it to you again and again till your body squirmed under his cock. His thrusts were growing erratic and impatient as the tight pussy of your orgasm pushed him over.
He made a guttural moan as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing finally.
The release hot and thick of his cum, he sighs and nestles his forehead against your shoulder, your bodies trembled with the overstimulation.
He groaned and pumped his release deep inside you one last time, warmth flooded your womb. The creamy white seed already beginning to pool and overflow slightly around his embedded cock. he then sucks his finger to seal his seeds with his fingers, inserting them back to make sure you won’t waste any of his cum.
When he came it was with your name broken against his lips and his body shuddering over yours.
Neither of you moved, your bodies still pressed together as you came from your orgasms, your breaths panted in slow, gentle. Seokjin caressed your face with his hands warmly, helping you lie down on the bed with him. his touch full of love against your trembling figure.
“Jin.. I..”
He sealed your lips with a gentle, shushing you with his lips.
Jin looked at you like you were a piece of art to him; body shivering with cum stained sheets, your breath trying to keep up, and the amount of time spent on your makeup only to get ruined by him.
You don’t want him to pull away yet, feeling the sensitive coil on your swollen pussy. You lied down on the bed beside him with the cock still buried inside yours. You closed your eyes as he hugs you underneath him.
You can feel his heartbeat, you two stayed there, feeling each other’s warmth. He cuddled you with his arms while he wipes your tears away. Jin slowly lets his cock out, and you flinch from the sudden friction hitting. And then, he spoke to you.
“I love you so much. And I’m sorry for neglecting you these past weeks.” Jin apologized and raised his hands over to your hair, patting you gently. He then smothered your face with kisses, left to right.
You smiled at him, eyes focused only on him. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t honest with you, baby. I know you were busy with work, that's why I couldn’t say anything to you..”
He pouts cutely like he’s not the same guy that frantically fucked you earlier and worshipped your body like it was the best thing in the world. “I swear I’ll get my hands on Yoongi and Jimin, touching you like that without my permission!” He groaned, hugging you tightly.
Suddenly, a phone was ringing on the pile of discarded clothes. Seokjin knew it was his phone ringing so he rolled his eyes. He thought one ring would end, but it continued on and he was annoyed that someone was interrupting you two at this time of the night. “Stay there, baby.” He softened to you and left your side abruptly.
He strutted towards the pile of clothes and grabbed his trouser, picking up the phone.
“Hello?”
“It’s Yoongi.”
He chuckled at the caller.
“You two are in serious trouble. I need you and Jimin to apologize to me for touching what’s mine tomorrow.”
Pairing: Husband!Jin x Content_Creator!Reader
Genre & Warnings: Established relationship, Domestic Fluff, Jin pouting-sulking-whining for attention, fun and teasing, smut-ish touch, suggestive smut at the end
Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI
Word Count: ~1.4k
Inspiration: JK's last Live
A/n: The amount of things this man makes my single ass feel is the only proof I have left that I'm still attracted to men. 💀 lol. This little drabble was inspired by JK's last live, where he had me completely losing my mind, and my sanity off-course. Enjoy!
[MASTERLIST]
The ring light casted a gentle glow over your bedroom as you sat cross-legged on the bed, camera focused on your smiling face.
You were not live, just recording a storytime video for your channel.
“So a lot of you have been asking in the comments about the brand collab video I posted a few days ago,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “The one with the espresso coffee? Okay, so the behind-the-scenes was actually chaotic. First of all...”
You continued with the story for few minutes until the door creaked open.
You paused mid-sentence, heart doing that familiar little flip it always did when Seokjin came home.
He looked exhausted, hair slightly messy, black shirt rumpled, sleeves pushed up his forearms, but still unfairly handsome.
He kicked off his shoes without a word, crawled onto the bed, and flopped down beside you... head resting near your lap, one arm draped lazily across the pillow, chin propped up slightly as he stared up at you with those warm, tired eyes.
“Hi, baby,” you whispered, smiling down at him.
He didn’t answer right away. Just let out a long, dramatic sigh and nuzzled closer, his cheek brushing your thigh.
You tried to keep filming, but your focus was already wavering. “Jinnie, I’m almost done. Just five more minutes?”
He pouted.
Full, glossy lower lip pushed out, eyebrows drawn together in the world’s most devastating sulk. “Five minutes feels like five hours when I’ve been counting down to this exact moment since lunch.”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “You’re so dramatic.”
“And you’re so mean,” he whined softly, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. His fingers traced lazy circles on your knee.
“I came straight home. Skipped the team dinner. Ignored three calls from my manager. All because I wanted to bury my face in my wife’s neck and sleep for ten years.”
Your stomach fluttered.
You kept one hand on the camera, trying to salvage the storytime. “Just let me finish this story real quick—”
Seokjin shifted, rolling onto his side so his broad chest pressed against your leg. He looked up at you through his lashes, pouting harder. “You love your subscribers more than me. I see how it is.”
“Jin.”
“Come here, Baby.” His voice dropped into that low, teasing register that always melted you. “I’m dying here. Starving for cuddles. Look at me. I’m practically withering away.”
You snorted. “You’re literally the most beautiful man alive right now and you know it.”
He grinned for half a second before the pout returned, even stronger.
“Then why won’t you hold your beautiful husband? Hm?” His hand slid higher under the hem of your shirt, tracing slow circles just below your breast, thumb deliberately brushing the soft skin where your waist meets your ribs.
He was testing you, seeing how long you could keep talking while he was clearly trying to distract you. “I’ve been good. I deserve rewards.”
The suggestive little touch sent warmth rushing through you.
His thumb brushed slow, deliberate circles against your side, and you had to fight the urge to shiver. “Jin, I’m recording... I will have to retake if you keep going...”
“Record me complaining then,” he mumbled, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your thigh.
He pressed another slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, tongue flicking out just enough to make your breath hitch.
His lips moved higher, dangerously close to the hem of your shorts, hot breath fanning over your skin. “Tell them how cruel you are. ‘My husband came home tired and I made him wait.’ They’ll cancel you for me. I’ll be trending.”
You laughed despite yourself, the camera shaking in your grip. The footage was completely ruined now—your cheeks were flushed, your voice breathy, and Seokjin was making it worse by nuzzling closer, lips brushing higher.
“Ugh, fine. This is useless anyway.” You clicked the camera off, set it on the nightstand, and turned fully toward him. He immediately brightened, arms opening wide like a needy koala.
You slid down into his embrace.
His arms wrapped around you, but one hand immediately slid down to grip your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled you flush against him.
He let out the happiest little hum, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. “There she is. My wife. Finally.”
You could already feel him half-hard against your thigh.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he groaned, grinding slowly once against you.
“Rough day?” you asked softly, threading your fingers through his dark hair.
He nodded against your skin, lips brushing your pulse point. “The worst. Client meeting that was supposed to be thirty minutes turned into three hours. They kept circling back to the same pointless slides. I fake-smiled so much now my face hurts.”
He pressed a slow, wet kiss just below your ear, then another, sucking gently until you felt the faint bloom of a hickey. “And all I could think about was coming home to you.”
You melted, tilting your head to give him better access.
His hand roamed your back, slipping under your shirt again, palming your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers as he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck.
“Mhmmm... Jinnie…” you breathed, half-warning, half-plea.
“Mmm?” He nipped at your collarbone, soothing it immediately with his tongue. The touch was lazy and possessive, full of tired affection. “Missed you so much. Wanted this exact thing. You in my arms. Smelling like home.”
You cupped his face, pulling him back just enough to look at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lips slightly swollen from kissing you. “Did you eat anything?”
He shook his head, pouting again. “No time. Rushed straight here as soon as meeting ended like a lovesick fool.”
“I’ll cook something quick...”
“No.” His arms tightened around you instantly, pulling you flush against his chest. One leg hooked over yours, effectively trapping you in the coziest cage imaginable.
“I’m not that hungry. Not for food, anyway.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, then ruined it by yawning adorably.
You giggled, kissing the tip of his nose. “You need to eat, baby.”
“Later,” he murmured, voice turning husky as he rolled you both so you were half beneath him, his weight warm and comforting.
“I’ll order takeout in a few minutes. Thai? Pizza? Or that fried chicken you like? Whatever. But right now?” He dipped his head, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss that tasted like longing and exhaustion and love.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “Right now I just need you. Your cuddles. Your voice. Your hands in my hair. Let me stay like this until the food arrives. Please, my pretty wife?”
How could you possibly say no to that?
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so his head rested on your chest. “Okay. But only because you’re cute when you whine.”
“I’m always cute,” he mumbled happily, already sounding half-asleep.
His fingers slipped under your shirt again, tracing idle patterns on your lower back, roaming around waist, promising more once he wasn’t running on fumes. “Tell me about your day while I recharge on you. Did the storytime go well before I ruined it?”
“You ruined it in the best way,” you laughed softly, scratching his scalp the way he loved. “I was telling them about the espresso brand collab incident.”
He hummed, pressing another wet kiss to the swell of your breast over your shirt. “Tell me instead. I’m a better audience. I give kisses as reward.”
You spent the next ten minutes recounting your day while Seokjin alternated between sleepy cuddles and teasing little nips along your neck and jaw, occasinally along the swell of your breasts.
Every time you tried to wiggle free to grab your phone and order food, he whined and tightened his hold.
“Five more minutes,” he’d murmur, echoing your earlier words with a mischievous grin. “Just five more minutes of this. Need you... Your skin. Your little sounds. Let me stay between your legs for a while, yeah?”
You melted under him, cheeks warm but still teased, “You need to eat actual food, baby.”
Seokjin gave you that devastating pout again.
“I’d rather eat you,” he whispered, nipping at your bottom lip. “I’m so fucking tired… but I still want to bury my tongue inside you until you’re shaking on my face. Then I’ll feed us. Deal?”
His fingers played with the waistband of your shorts, dipping lower teasingly, brushing over your panties as he waited for your answer.
Pairing: Jin x reader
Warnings: Fluff, post-intimacy fun and teasing, smut-ish touch
Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI
Word Count: ~1.3k
(Drabble Prompt: The concept of him casually going back to playing his game shirtless, scratch marks all over his back after an intense lovemaking session.)
Inspiration post: by @bebabido
[MASTERLIST]
The soft clicking of the controller filled the room again.
You were still sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled around your legs, watching the broad line of Kim Seokjin’s back as he sat at the edge of the mattress.
Completely shirtless... Completely unbothered...
Completely focused on Mario Kart, rainbow road stretching across the screen.
You couldn’t stop staring. Your eyes narrowed from the pillows as you watched him.
His broad shoulders moved every time his thumbs flicked the buttons, muscles flexing slightly… and the thin red scratch marks running down his back caught the light every time he leaned forward.
Your handiwork... long pink scratch marks trailing over his shoulders and dipping dangerously low toward the waistband of his sweatpants—glowed faintly under the TV’s shifting colors.
Without even turning around, he muttered, “You’re staring.”
You blinked. “How do you even know that?”
Jin snorted, thumbs still moving over the controller as he dodged a blue shell. “Because the room got suspiciously quiet. That only happens when you’re plotting something… or admiring me.”
You rolled onto your side, chin resting in your palm.
“In this case, I’m admiring.”
“Admiring... What exactly?” He chuckled.
The blanket slipped as you sat up.
You winced slightly, thighs trembling when you swung your legs over the edge of the bed. A dull, delicious ache bloomed between your legs with every small movement... evidence of how thoroughly he’d wrecked you earlier.
You grabbed the sheet anyway, wrapping it around yourself like a robe before getting out of bed. The cool air brushed against your bare skin, but you padded across the room regardless, limping and sighing just a little.
Each step sent a tiny, secret throb through your core.
Jin’s shoulders shook once—with silent laughter.
“Something funny?” you asked, voice still a little hoarse.
He didn’t look away from the screen, but the corner of his mouth curled. “You’re limping. Cute.”
“Shut up,” you muttered, cheeks heating. “This is your fault.”
“Proudly,” he replied without missing a beat, drifting past Bowser on the final lap.
You reached him and traced one of the scratches down his back with your fingertip, slow and deliberate. “BTW... I was admiring my masterpiece.”
Jin paused the game.
Slowly... Dramatically...
Then he turned his head just enough to glance at you over his shoulder, eyebrow raised.
“Masterpiece?” he repeated. “You attacked like you were climbing a mountain.”
You gasped. “Excuse you. That was passion... and love...”
“Mhmm,” he said skeptically.
Your fingers kept gliding over the marks, softer now. “Besides… you’re clearly proud of them. Look at you. Sitting here shirtless like a walking art gallery, playing Mario Kart like nothing happened.”
Seokjin leaned forward slightly, pretending to concentrate on the frozen screen.
“Wait... wait—wait—NO... DON’T—” He groaned, unpausing just long enough to replay the memory of lose. “You distracted me.”
“You were losing anyway.”
“I was not losing,” he protested.
You hummed thoughtfully while your fingers again traced the faint red lines on his back. His skin was warm beneath your touch, and he visibly shivered, shoulders rolling under your palm.
“Careful,” he warned, voice dropping an octave.
“Why?” you teased, dragging a finger down another mark, letting your nail catch just enough to make him tense. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” he muttered. “…it tickles.”
That made you grin wider. “You’re such a baby.”
“Hey,” he protested, finally glancing over his shoulder fully. “You’re the one who attacked me like a feral cat earlier.”
You leaned closer to inspect your handiwork, then... on impulse... leaned forward and lightly kissed one of the scratch marks, lips brushing warm skin.
Seokjin froze. Completely froze.
The controller stopped moving.
Jin huffed a laugh and suddenly grabbed your wrist, tugging you forward.
Before you could protest, you landed sideways in his lap, the sheet bunching up around your hips. Your bare thighs pressed against the soft fabric of his sweatpants, and you immediately felt him—already half-hard beneath you, thick and insistent.
“Jin—!”
He started another round of the game with one hand like nothing had happened, the other sliding possessively around your waist.
“You were distracting me,” he said calmly.
“You literally pulled me here!”
“Exactly.”
You tried to glare, but it was hard when he was already nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, warm breath brushing your skin, lips grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear.
Then he reached over, and grabbed the second controller, and pressed it into your hands.
“Race with me,” he said, voice low and playful, eyes flicking to yours for a split second before returning to the screen. “One round. Winner gets to decide what happens next.”
“You’re impossible,” you muttered, fingers curling around the controller even as your hips shifted—just enough to grind down once, slow and teasing, feeling him twitch and thicken beneath you in response.
His arm automatically tightened around your waist to keep you steady, fingers digging into your hip.
“Comfortable?” he asked, voice rougher now.
“Are you?”
“Mhm.” His thumb stroked the underside of your breast through the thin sheet. “Very.”
A quiet moment passed.
You leaned into him, resting your head against his chest while the starting countdown began to flash on screen—3… 2… 1…
His chin absentmindedly rested on top of your head.
Another few seconds.
The race started.
You both lurched forward instinctively, controllers clicking furiously.
Then few minutes later his lips brushed against your neck again—this time open-mouthed, a slow, wet drag of tongue that made your breath hitch and your grip on the controller falter.
You smirked.
“Focus on your game, Kim Seokjin.”
“Multitasking,” he murmured against your skin, teeth grazing lightly.
“I literally just beat you,” you reminded him, smirking as you swerved around a banana peel.
He looked at the screen and pouted. You laughed softly.
Slowly… he turned his head toward you, lips brushing your ear.
“…let’s finish this one more level,” he said calmly. “And then we’re having a serious conversation about your artistic skills.”
You grinned. “Oh?”
He smirked, free hand sliding beneath the sheet to cup your bare ass, squeezing once—hard enough to make you gasp and rock forward against the growing bulge in his lap.
“And this time,” he added, voice dropping to that low, velvet register that always made your stomach flip, “I’m leaving the lights on so I can see exactly where you’re attacking… and I am making sure you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
You jolted when his thumb brushed the sensitive crease where your thigh met hip.
His fingers slipped lower, teasing the slick heat between your thighs, circling your entrance with maddening patience while his other hand still gripped the controller like he wasn’t currently ruining you with the lightest touch.
“Jin,” you hissed, trying to keep your kart on the track.
“Hm?” he answered mildly, voice velvet-smooth against your ear. “Something wrong, baby?”
You clenched your jaw and mashed the button harder, accelerating out of a drift. “You’re cheating.”
“I’m multitasking,” he corrected, lips curving against the shell of your ear. His thumb stroked once... slow, feather-light, along the slick seam of your folds.
Not dipping in. Not yet. Just… reminding you he could. “You’re the one squirming.”
“Because you’re...” Your breath hitched as he pressed the pad of his thumb flat against your clit, holding it there without moving while you both barrelled toward the item boxes. “...distracting me.”
“Good.” He nipped the spot beneath your earlobe. “Means it’s working.”
“Fuck—Jin!” Every tiny shift of your hips ground you down on him in return.
“Gonna come before you win?” he teased, lips brushing sweat-damp skin. “Or are you gonna be good and wait until I pin you down and fuck you properly?”
Your answer was half moan, half growl. “I’m... gonna... beat you... and then ride you until you forget how to talk.”
“Finish the race, baby,” he whispered against your ear, thumb brushing your clit just once—enough to make your whole body jolt. “Then it’s my turn to leave some marks.”
genre: mostly fluff, smut, first time, unprotected sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), dirty talk with minimal degradation, sub kink
summary: Your best friend Seokjin finally confesses his feelings for you. After a few weeks, the two of you finally decided to have sex for the first time. (That’s basically it XD)
word count: 3.2K
a/n: This is my first ever smut so please bear with me huhu. Also originally I wanted to write this in present tense but I kinda gave up during the latter parts LOL. I’ll stick to past tense from now on :> I know it’s not perfect but I do want to improve my writing and explore more genres in the future. Feel free to give me any suggestions and I’ll see what I can do. Thank you very much and enjoy!
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You look into his eyes as he wraps his hands around your waist. A lone tear comes out from his left eye as he confesses his love for you. You never imagined Seokjin, your best friend of eight years, would hold you this close. You can feel the warmth of his chest as he heaves, trying to find the right words to express himself.
“I was afraid to ruin our friendship but I can’t take it anymore, I want to be with you y/n. I know we’ve always been together but I want something more.”
He grabs your hand and kisses it gently, his swollen lips shivering as he passes by each knuckle. You cup his cheek trying to calm him. You don’t understand why he suddenly tells you all of this. He never really showed any signs that he liked you before so you can’t help but look at him in awe.
“I know you might not like me back but I just wanted to let you know.” He sits you down on your bed and puts his hand on your shoulder, unable to look you in the eye.
“I told myself I could get over you but when I saw you with Jungkook I just… I didn’t know how to feel. I’m sorry for being selfish y/n, but I can’t stand seeing you with other men.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that you like me?” You whisper quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I was scared. I thought you would avoid me if I told you,” he says anxiously, biting his lower lip in the process.
“I would never avoid you Seokjin, you have a special space in my heart.” Your cheeks turn red as you realise how cheesy that sounded out loud.
He forms a small smile and pulls in closer until your noses almost touch. He looks at you intently but before he can do anything, you grab his hand, pulling him to sit beside you.
“Jungkook and I are just friends,” you explain while looking into his puppy dog eyes. “He tried asking me out before but I told him I wasn’t interested…that I liked someone else.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.” You say assuringly.
“I’m happy for you...I hope he treats you well.” He sighs, bowing his head, trying to avoid further eye contact.
You giggle at his reaction, forcing him to look at you by lifting his chin.
“ I meant you silly, I’ve always liked you, Seokjin.” You say in a sweet tone. Hoping he would finally realize that you were pertaining to him.
He looks at you in the most precious way possible. His eyes gleaming with joy and you can tell that he is feeling relieved.
He pulls closer and gives you a kiss on the mouth. You never imagined that Seokjin would ever kiss you with so much desire. You started to feel butterflies in your stomach unable to control your emotions. You pull away for a moment to take a quick breather.
“Are you okay, don’t you like it?” He says with worrying eyes.
“No, I do. It’s just I’m not really experienced in all of this. I’ve never been alone with a guy like this.”
“I understand. If you want, we can just take it slow. I’m not in a rush. I’m just glad you feel the same way.”
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As weeks pass by, you and Seokjin become closer than ever. Telling everyone about your new relationship was kind of awkward but they all expected it in some way.
You spend the weekend over at Seokjin’s new dorm. He has a pretty nice place compared to the ones you’ve visited before. He has a comfy couch, a mini kitchen, and a relatively large bed. He invited you over to spend the night since he wanted to show off his new place. It was the first time the both of you are spending the night as a couple so you feel kind of nervous but excited at the same time.
“Are you hungry?” He asks thoughtfully as he scruffles his long black hair.
“Yeah, I’m kind of craving something spicy. What do you think?”
“That sounds good to me, I’ll order some ramen since it’s your favorite.” He says dashingly, forming a small smile to the side.
Not being able to resist his charms, you approach him and give a small peck to the side of his mouth.
“You’re so adorable Seokjin, I’m happy we’re together.”
“Me too, y/n. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be with you like this. I’ve gone through so many scenarios in my head, it feels like I’m dreaming.”
He pulls you by the waist and begins to kiss your lips. Slowly, he moves to the side of your mouth until he reaches your left ear. He begins to smother it with kisses occasionally slipping his wet tongue, swirling it around until he begins nibbling on it. He stops for a moment and starts whispering in your ear.
“I want to pleasure you tonight, jagi.” He says softly while making love to your left ear.
You freeze at his words. You never expected him to be so forward like this. You pull away from him, trying to decide whether you are ready to indulge with Seokjin.
“I’m kinda nervous, Seokjin. I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t want to disappoint you.” You say sheepishly, knowing very well that Seokjin has had his fair share of girlfriends in the past. Most of them were as gorgeous and confident as he was.
“Why would you disappoint me, y/n? Seeing you in that t-shirt alone makes me go crazy.” You were wearing an old shirt from high school that was slightly tight on you. It still fits but it was slightly cropped and accentuates your curves. He inspects your form, his eyes stopping when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra.
“Are you cold, Jagi? I can warm you up if you’d like.” He says in a low tone obviously pertaining to how your hardened nipples are showing through your thin shirt.
You feel a bit shy knowing Seokjin was looking at you with sexual intentions. You tried covering your front with your arms but he immediately pulled them away.
“Y/n, don’t, you’re beautiful. You don’t have to hide from me.” He looks at you, smiling as he grabs you by the waist.
His smile warms your heart and you realize that he’s right. It’s Seokjin, your best friend, the same guy who stuck by you all these years. If there was one guy you would bare it all to, it would be him.
You move closer, wrapping him in your arms. “I trust you, Seokjin. You can do whatever you want to me.”
“Are you sure, y/n? I don’t want you to go through with it if you’re not ready.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure. As long as it’s with you, I’m ready.”
He begins to part your mouth, running his tongue all over your lips. He finds your tongue, massaging his over yours. His hands start caressing your back, moving up and down. He goes underneath your shirt and starts feeling the warmth of your sides. He moves closer to your stomach until he decides to go north. He gently massages your side breasts before asking you if he can move forward.
“Can I touch them, y/n? I really want to feel how soft you are.” You nod for approval and he starts lifting your shirt until he completely removes the tight garment. Feeling exposed, you instinctively try to cover your bosoms.
Seokjin senses your apprehension and lets you decide whether or not you’re comfortable exposing yourself to him. Before you could give an answer, Seokjin slowly removes his own shirt.
“This way… we both get to see each other.” Shrugging as he tries making his point.
You smile at his effort to make you feel more comfortable, soon after, you slowly remove your hands from your exposed chest. His eyes fill with lust and he takes a moment to capture your form. He sits you on the kitchen counter and begins to engulf your left breast in his mouth. He begins sucking, occasionally swirling his tongue on your sensitive bud. You whimper with delight as he pulls your body closer to his mouth. The gap between the both of you disappears as you feel his erection starting to form. You moan as you push your clothed modesty unto the hard member.
“I can’t wait to fuck your pussy, jagi” he teases while moving between your breasts.
You shiver at his words and let him have full control of your body. He reaches out for your neglected breast and begins to massage it, pinching your nipple every now and then.
“Do you wanna go somewhere more comfortable?” He asks breathily.
You nod in response and he guides you to his bed. He lays you down resting your head on a pillow. He looks at your face as he pushes your hair behind your ear.
“ You look so lovely, y/n. I’ve never been this happy before.”
He begins scanning your body and stops when he reaches your core. You feel yourself getting moist and you feel somewhat embarrassed knowing how much Jin wants to strip you of your remaining clothes. He grabs the waistband of your shorts and begins pulling them down to your knees. He sees your wet core leaving a patch in the middle of your underwear.
“I didn’t know you were already so wet for me, jagi. I’m excited to see what’s underneath.”
He rubs your damp core as he spreads your legs apart with his free hand. He inspects your expression as he begins to move faster making you shiver due to the subtle stimulation.
“ Oppa, that feels nice.” You whimper as he increases his speed.
He stops abruptly and you whine in response. Before you complain any further, he slowly removes your underwear and pulls them completely off together with your shorts.
“They were in the way,” Jin stuttered while looking at your exposed vagina. “You’re so pretty, jagi. I’m such a lucky man.”
Knowing fully well he was talking about your modesty, you start to blush uncontrollably. He notices your shyness and compliments you more.
“I don’t think I can control myself any longer. I want to taste you so much,” he says while massaging the inner part of your thighs.
You nod in approval and he immediately drops his mouth giving a gentle kiss on your already dripping core. He repeats the action and begins to trace your slit with his finger. You hum in approval as he continues to stimulate your sensitive area.
“You like that, jagi? You enjoy having your pussy touched like this?” You feel kind of embarrassed by his words but at the same time you can’t help but get so turned on.
“Yes, oppa it feels so nice.” You’ve never really called him oppa in the past but it just felt right in the moment.
He begins lowering his mouth near your modesty and begins to lick your sweet folds. He hums in delight as he begins to explore you deeper with his nose hitting your soft spot adding more to the pleasure. You moan a little louder and he begins to fuck you using his tongue. You grab on the sheets as he increases his speed. You decide to open your eyes and look at the spectacle going on between your legs. He looks so gorgeous going down on you like that. He meets your eyes and you looked at him with so much love and desire.
After a few more thrusts, he removes his mouth from your core and gently slips a finger inside. You felt a slight burn but it soon dissipated as he massaged your swollen slit with this thumb.
“Just relax jagi, oppa’s gonna take good care of you.” You close your eyes and then you feel another finger going inside your core. Although you played with yourself before it was still quite a stretch. You bit your lower lip as Seokjin began to suck on your clit while thrusting his fingers.
“You feel so tight, y/n. I can’t wait to fuck your pussy with my cock later.” You moan his name as the pleasure increases. You could tell that you were close but you didn’t want the night to end so early.
“Seokjin…hmm stop, I don’t want to cum yet. I want to make you feel good too.” He removes his lips from you and dragged his fingers from your embarrassingly moist core.
“Can I taste you too, oppa? I really want to feel you inside my mouth.” You say confidently looking into his eyes. He smiles and nods in approval. You switch position as he lies down on the soft bed. Seokjin was wearing sweat shorts so his erection was more than visible. You decided to straddle him first making sure you felt his bulge hit your entrance. He held out his hands and you intertwined them with yours.
“Hmm…Seokjin…your cock…so fcking good.” You say as you grind on his clothed cock making a mess of his shorts. He moans in ecstasy as you move faster wanting to feel him more.
“Jagi…hm..at this rate you’re gonna make me come early. Ahh..I didn’t expect you to be a real slut in bed.” You were quite shocked by his choice of words since he only called you sweet names like angel or princess in the past. But instead of being offended, you felt empowered and decided to go along with it.
“I wanna be a good little slut for you oppa, I’ll do anything for you.” You bat you eyelashes at him acting extra cute.
“If you really wanna make me feel good y/n, how about you start sucking my cock and prove to me how much of a good slut you are.” He says with a low and sexy voice, his eyes drunk with lust.
You lower yourself as you try to remove his shorts stained with pre-cum. You got a better view of his cock when you saw his underwear. You feel kind of nervous but you decide to grab it before fully removing the garment. He feels big and definitely hard, his erection was pressed inside his left thigh and the thought of it being inside your mouth made you salivate. He lifts his ass as you fully remove his shorts and underwear. You froze at the sight of his cock bobbing near his toned stomach. You grab the base moving your wet lips near the tip. It felt daunting but you decided to lick him tasting the sweet and salty taste of his pre-cum. He moans as you lick him repeatedly shortly after placing a long kiss on his slit.
“Fck, keep doing that for me..hmm.” You feel encouraged and begin sucking him. He grabs your head lacing his fingers on your hair. You go deeper as you feel his thick cock moving its way up your throat. You didn’t really know what to do but you eventually found a rhythm, your head going up and down with your hand following the same motion. He moans your name like a mantra as you go faster. You can already feel a strain on your jaw but hearing him call out your name turned you on so much that you had to squeeze your legs for some friction.
“Jagi.. stop…fck! I don’t want to cum yet too.” He struggles as he catches his breath.
You slowly pull out his cock in your mouth making sure you made a *blob* sound to make it sexier. You always wanted to try it and I guess you felt comfortable doing it to the man you loved.
“I’m sorry oppa, was I doing it too fast?” You say teasingly with a cute pout.
“No, it’s just that… I don’t want to cum yet. I’ll just get a condom and we can…”
“That’s not necessary…” You say shyly. “You see…I’m on my safe day and I really want to feel oppa cum inside me.” It was a bold statement but you didn’t really care if you seemed needy. The truth is you were, you needed him, wanted him to make you feel good.
He seems unsure about your decision but ultimately he nods and smiles at you.
“What are we waiting for then… come here and let me fuck you.” He says motioning you to lie in bed.
He wastes no time getting on top of you. His luscious lips make their way down your neck. He gives you small pecks as he says how much he adores you. He gets on his knees and wraps your legs around his ass. He firmly grips your hips with his left hand while the other grabs his cock placing it near your entrance. He teases you with his tip rubbing it against your wet folds.
“Are you ready, y/n? If it hurts too much just let me know and we can stop anytime.” You nod letting him know that you want him inside you.
He begins entering you slowly, trying to see how you would react. It felt uncomfortable but you really wanted to try for him. You braced yourself as he pushes down deeper until he stops in the middle. You already feel full but you wanted more, you didn’t want to give up.
“I want more oppa, I can take it….please.” You say in a sweet voice, letting him know that you want him to go all the way.
He grabs your left leg and lifts it for more access. You grip the other one securely on his waist as he attempts to go deeper. You moan in both pleasure and pain as he reaches near your cervix.
“So full oppa, hmm…” He looks at you and gently feels his cock lodge near your stomach, feeling his balls at the same time. “You are a good little slut, aren’t you? You took my cock so well y/n.
Before you could say anything he begins thrusting in and out of you. He started fairly slow but soon picked up his pace making grunting noises as he fucks you passionately.
“So..fcking..tight..ahh..” He enunciates every word with a strong thrust. “Are you gonna cum for me you slut?” He says while rubbing your clit. You’ve never felt such pleasure before and you could feel your end nearing.
“Oppa…I’m gonna..” Before you can finish your sentence he moves towards your face, cock still inside you, so he can kiss you.
“Just a bit more jagi, okay? Let’s finish together.” He says while sloppily kissing your lips.
You try to hold out a little longer but it was very difficult. Both your legs were tightly wrapped on his ass and your pussy was beginning to tighten around his cock. He buries his face on your neck and you could feel his climax was near as well. His thrusts were beginning to get sloppy but it still felt so good.
“I’m close Jagi, just a few…more..agh!” He grunts as his warm cum spills inside of you. It felt so good you couldn’t help but follow right after. He continued pumping inside you until his cock started becoming soft. He stayed inside you for a while and looked at you with loving eyes.
“I love you so much, y/n. You have no idea how happy I am that you’re finally mine.” He says with a sincere tone.
“I love you too Seokjin, I’m glad I’m finally yours too. I can’t wait to have more nights like this.” You giggle as you both cuddle in bed.
title: last november (m)
post date: december 14th, 2020, 8pm est
⤷ revamped/extended: march 27th, 2021, 10pm est
pairing: seokjin x reader(f)
genre: angst, smut, exes to lovers au
summary: you two broke up on good terms. even seeing each other on your friends’ yearly end-of-november trip was never awkward. so why did this trip feel so different? and why does it feel like the end of something that wasn’t even there in the first place?
warnings: angst, bad puns and jokes, mutual pining, light dom/sub undertones, oral sex (m/f receiving), nipple play, hair-pulling, choking, rough sex, unprotected sex (pls be responsible!), dirty talk, spanking, creampie, seokjin is a consent king, did i say angst?, did i also say bad puns and jokes?
mobile users: alt link if this doesn’t open in tumblr ➛ AO3
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On the last Friday of every November, your group of friends piled into two cars and set off into the mountains.
Ever since you all graduated from high school years ago, everyone branched off into their individual, intricate walks of life. Different towns, different jobs, different social circles.
But before those grand adventures started, each of you promised one thing: a yearly trip to keep the friendship alive.
This time around, you happened to be in the “decidedly more fun” car as Jimin, Taehyung, and your longtime friend Rin jammed the backseat with singing and road trip games. Since Seokjin took driver, you claimed navigator, leaving the front of the vehicle a bit muted compared to the other half. Which was fine - you always loved relaxing on the sidelines while your friends played with chaos and hilarity.
Namjoon kept you company from time to time, too, so you weren’t completely alone in your preferred space.
The only thing that could’ve made the ride awkward was if you and Seokjin were on bad terms.
It wasn’t every day you found yourself sitting beside your ex, after all.
But that simple fact didn’t phase you. The truth was that your breakup was clean and painless - a massive relief to your friends. Back then, it would have torn everyone to pieces picking sides.
The split was so organic that you couldn’t recall an awful reason why it happened. Separation proved as natural as the changing of seasons: you had moved away for university and he powered through his own medical pursuits. Over time, the relationship simmered to a text every few days, resulting in the night in which you decided that it was better to remain friends.
What sucked was the fact that, over the course of time after the breakup, you fell for Seokjin. Annoying, charming, incredible Seokjin.
You didn’t come to terms with it until last November, when you watched his eyes sparkle under an indigo ocean of stars and it just clicked. Agony carved into your heart some nights when you thought about nothing else, but you couldn’t admit your feelings. Not when you two decided that your river had run its course. You couldn’t risk smothering the last embers of your relationship, so radio silence remained your lonely swan song.
Of course you wanted to admit it. You wanted to tell him. Because no matter who came after, they all fell short. Every smile flashed your way, every pair of arms wrapped around your torso, every night spent between the sheets. Nothing compared to what you got from Jin. That man created a hole in your heart that lingered in his wake, a hole through which all of your subsequent relationships plummeted.
The truth was simple: you didn’t want to ruin what you had. Even if what you two would always be was just friends, that endgame was enough for you.
At least, that’s what you told yourself. Every night when you couldn’t sleep, and every morning when you woke up to an empty bed.
Your vision snapped into focus as your phone screen bloomed. The maps app signaled for a turn, so you relayed the direction to Seokjin, who repeated the direction out loud before following through.
Just like always.
The road in front of you melted into a different scene entirely as you recalled why he started that habit. It sprouted from one of your car rides to a diner situated on the other side of your hometown.
During the drive, you did your best as navigator, but your boyfriend was so into the music playing that he missed some turns. One errant right later had you both terribly lost, the surrounding area swallowing the car in darkness. On instinct, you dove into defense mode, trying and failing not to outright panic.
“My maps won’t load,” you stuttered, hitting the screen with your finger, “Shit, shit, shit.”
“Don’t worry, I can just—”
“Don’t tell me not to worry,” you bit out. “Let’s just get out of here.” You hated how pure paranoia pricked at the corners of your eyes. Getting lost was completely irksome and going back home was more appealing to you than moving forward with the date.
“Okay. I won’t,” Seokjin assured you, turning the wheel and rolling the car out from the shadowy street. “How can I help instead?”
“Oh, umm.” With grateful eyes, you stared at your boyfriend and admired his consideration. You’ve never been asked that while upset before. “You could, uh, repeat the directions before following them? That might help.”
His lips curved into a smile, and streetlights flooded the car to bathe his sincerity in a warm glow. “Repeat directions, you got it.”
The memory faded as you blinked and observed the endless mountain range enveloping the road. Snow topped the summits in white caps; coniferous trees swallowed the steep slopes. As if reminiscence clogged your ears, the music in the car seemed louder outside your broken reverie.
Taehyung, as always, took charge of the aux. He usually had an eclectic mix of tunes on rotation but, that time, nothing but upbeat Christmas music was queued. You had to admit: merry music coating the car windows and mountainous scenery claiming your entire vision put you in the best mood.
It was even better when Seokjin sang along. You really did like his singing voice.
“I like my singing voice, too.”
Your eyes snapped toward the driver, expression freezing over as you drank in his delight. Did you really say that out loud? You knew Seokjin enough to know that he was never going to let that go.
“Yeah, well…” You lazily swatted his grin away. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Seokjin chuckled, his hands comfortably resting on the wheel. “Are you offering to do that for me? It’s minimum wage, but I’d hire you.”
Rolling your eyes felt like the only appropriate response, so you did exactly that, your exasperated gaze looping around to land on your phone. “Relish this moment, Seokjin,” you advised, zooming out in the maps app to make sure you were still heading in the right direction, “Because it won’t happen again. And take the next exit. We’re almost there.”
“Yes, yes, next exit.” You missed the smirk on his face as he scanned the roadside for the telltale sign. “Moment relished,” he quipped, “But I prefer my moments with ketchup and mustard.”
Your groan drowned in his boisterous laughter, but the hand on your face betrayed you since it couldn’t quite cover up the glee that formed right after.
An hour later, everyone had unloaded the vehicles at the campgrounds and pitched the tents. While Hoseok and Jungkook worked on starting the fire pit, Namjoon and Jimin took their time organizing the food and snacks. Rin had disappeared with Taehyung somewhere, but Yoongi said he spotted them taking pictures a ways off.
“They should be helping,” he muttered. “There’s a lot to do before it gets dark out.”
Squatting down to rotate sizzling meat on your portable grill, you waved him off. “They’re shot-swapping since it’s golden hour.”
The silence that followed gave you pause. When you looked up in curiosity, Seokjin and Yoongi regarded you like a foreign language coated your tongue, their struggle to decipher it earning a chuckle of pity.
“They’re both huge influencers, so they know how to take pictures. They always do this when we get together,” you explained, spinning the kebab onto another side, “And golden hour is around sunrise and sunset. It looks like everything is soaked in gold, and it makes your pictures look pretty. But that’s an old term already! You geezers should keep up.”
Yoongi simply raised an eyebrow and kneeled to turn his designated stick. Smoke from the charred meat wafted into your noses as he declined, “I’ll pass. That sounds stressful.”
A rapid clapping of tongs next to your ear preceded Seokjin’s offer, “What are we waiting for? Let’s golden hour swap!”
Why did he have to be so endearing? A cough escaped your throat, disjointed laughs following right after in their awkward escape. Beside you, Yoongi flung condescension Jin’s way, his voice stocked with disappointment as he warned, “Don’t speak. You age yourself.”
You transferred your kebabs to a foiled plate before standing, blood rushing to your lower legs. Seokjin was unleashing a hearty tirade at the other man grilling when you intervened, “That sounds nice, actually. I’m in a photography class so I was planning on taking some photos anyways. Lemme just get my camera.”
As you walked away, you couldn’t escape the abrupt change in atmosphere hovering over the grills, its looming tension caressing the back of your coat in a slight push. The words exchanged were soft in volume, but their possible meanings stayed clanging in your ears.
“Did you tell her yet?”
“No.”
“Do it. She deserves to know.”
You slipped out of your tent with a heavy jacket and lightheadedness. Medicine would’ve helped with the latter, but the med kit Seokjin packed remained strictly for emergencies. Besides, you couldn’t quite slap a bandage on what was truly bothering you anyways.
As you inspected your class-registered Polaroid, you continued to wonder what Yoongi meant earlier.
What was he implying? You deserved to know what? You couldn’t say the feeling swirling around your gut was a positive one. After all, there was a distinct difference in what a person should know, and what a person deserved to know. What was so important that Yoongi practically ordered Seokjin to spill?
Was there another person in his life now? That was one thing that crossed your mind, but you filed that under the “should know” category, even though it twisted your stomach to think about.
The news had to be something urgent.
Was Seokjin getting married?
Without your permission, vessels in your heart shriveled, squeezing life from your already battered soul. A betrothal was entirely possible with his pursuit of a medical degree and coming from a well-to-do family. Maybe he was in an arrangement?
That possibility dropped an anvil on your chest. You couldn’t say that you were completely fine were that the truth. How could you be fine with something like that if you loved him? Of course, you would be happy if he was, but your heart would require recuperation for an extended amount of time. Give or take a few years.
You wandered so far into the depths of your mind that Seokjin’s sudden appearance kicked you back to shore, a yelp leaving your mouth at the same time your Polaroid left your hands. If the camera wasn’t hanging from your neck, you would’ve been in deep shit with your professor as soon as it hit the cold soil.
Its bulky frame definitely bruised your lower chest on the downswing, though. “Ow. Geez, Jinnie, you can’t just sneak up on people like that.”
Your eyes widened in realization. Jinnie? Shit, you hadn’t called him that since you guys were dating. Quite obviously, the stockpile of thoughts and worries involving his secret were blocking your brain from better judgment.
And apparently you weren’t the only one affected by that nickname because Seokjin’s eyebrows shot into his dark locks, his peculiar glance shifting away. Odd.
After an awkward second, he cleared his throat. “Does it hurt?”
Is it supposed to? You knew he was inquiring about your injury but your thoughts drifted to what hadn’t been divulged yet. “No, it’s fine,” you lied. “Let’s pick a spot before we lose the light.”
You don’t remember how long you walked, but the pair of you ended up far from the original campsite.
In your defense, it wasn’t like you planned that outcome. The trees matched at every turn, so you kept wandering until you found a good clearing - or at least some rocks to break the forested monotony.
A foil to your pickiness, Seokjin voiced his thoughts every ten paces, his votes of confidence constantly crushed by your boots. If you had a cent for every time he declared a spot “the one,” you could actually afford the Polaroid dangling from your neck.
It was at a calm clearing with some patches from last snowfall where you decided to settle.
Unhooking the strap from your neck, you ushered, “Let’s do this quick. It’s almost over.”
“I wanna do it first!” You thought Seokjin meant to take the camera from you, but instead he scuttled into the clearing, striking a pose once he reached its center. Of course the fool meant that he wanted his pictures taken and not the other way around. How was any other idea plausible? “Hurry up, you said!”
“The ‘S’ in Seokjin stands for ‘Selfish,’” you yelled, positioning the Polaroid against your eye regardless. His face enlarged in the lens and, to his credit, you couldn’t argue that he was the clear model between you two. The man could pursue a career in fashion instead of medicine and you wouldn’t bat an eye.
He looked handsome merely standing there, cheeks dimpling at nothing in particular and his charm ever effortless. Even the slight bags under his eyes didn’t take away from his natural beauty.
Par for the course with Seokjin. That unbothered self-assurance was one of the traits you liked and hated about him.
At least, initially. The more you got to know him, your outlook on that defining characteristic was one of admiration, not hatred. You simply needed to start shoving some of that confidence down your own throat like a different type of vitamin C.
After a telltale camera snap, the man threw out his coated arms in another pose. “And the ‘Seok’ stands for ‘Seok in my presence!’”
“I think I’ve been in it long enough. My fingers are pruny,” you droned while lowering your Polaroid, ignoring his wiggling in the background. It seemed you were still accustomed to his ridiculousness.
Yet another thing you gave him credit for: he was never afraid to be a dork. When you first met him, you admittedly thought he was faking it. Over time, you recognized his authenticity, and you grew fond of everything wrapped in the gift that was Kim Seokjin.
You waited for the picture to materialize in your hand. When your impatient model approached you and asked why you weren’t shaking the polaroid, you informed him that you should, in fact, not do that. “It’ll damage the final product!”
“So that song is…”
“Wrong. Yes.”
Pure shock flashed across his face. “What other lies have I been told?”
The captured memory started blossoming, and you watched as the color bled into life. “That you aren’t the funniest person on the planet,” you answered, earning a scoff.
“In that case, you’ve just been misinformed.” Seokjin huffed before offering an outstretched palm. “Now hand over the camera, it’s your turn.”
“Me?” You didn’t think he was serious when he said swap. In reality, you just assumed he whipped up an excuse for you to take pictures of him.
And you didn’t mind. It was nice to have that charming smile directed at you, even if only through the lens of a camera. The Polaroid would be your shield, blocking Seokjin from the pain swimming in your eyes, barely afloat in pools of regret and guilt and loneliness.
“Yes, woman! When was the last time you had your picture taken?”
Slowly, embarrassment swelled across your cheeks when you realized it had been a very long time. Legitimately long. You never asked others to take your picture; rather, you were always the one behind the lens. The last time someone actually offered was…
“When you took one,” you stuttered out breathily, “At that park.”
It was during one of the last dates you two went on before you left for university. There was a carnival you were dying to visit, and Seokjin surprised you with tickets and a kiss.
You remember being so elated while traversing through the whimsical booths, failing fantastically at the rigged games, scarfing down sticky, billowy cotton candy. Squeaky horns and childish laughter filled your ears, and you could still feel Jin’s gentle fingers on your hand as he shyly tugged you under glowing stringed lights.
The main attraction was a carousel keeping everything else in orbit, its charisma shining like a golden, spinning sun. When night fell, you too gravitated toward its charm, standing behind its barricade to watch horses and teacups endlessly turn.
It was so captivating that you forgot yourself and where you were - who you were supposed to be spending time with. Swiveling in fear, you scanned the bustling crowd for your boyfriend, realizing that you needn’t worry at all.
Seokjin simply waited behind you, holding up his phone and telling you to pose. You were so caught off-guard in that moment that your face contorted hilariously right as he snapped the photo. In his eyes, it was the greatest picture of all time.
However, it wasn’t that well received by its subject. You begged Seokjin to delete it, and he finally caved on the grounds that you took a replacement. Conceding, you stomped back to the gate guarding the twirling attraction and pranked your boyfriend with a blank expression.
But as soon as Seokjin drawled “You look like you don’t care-ousel,” you burst into laughter - your unabashed mirth becoming his background on every device he owned.
The scene faded from your eyes as the current Seokjin stood in front of you, gripping the Polaroid instead of his phone. Gone were the lights and sounds of the theme park and, with them, your fleeting moment of solace.
“Oh,” was all he stated in return, and you swore the temperature chose to drop in that moment just to mock you.
“You know I don’t prefer it anyways.” Your heart was losing its grip, sorrow evident in your shaky tone. You folded your arms to shield your body from the weather and unwanted emotions. “I’m definitely not as photogenic as you.”
“Nonsense,” Seokjin shot back. “Now hurry up, it’s only golden minute now!”
And just like that, his warmth melted any awkwardness like spring chasing away winter.
In retrospect, he probably regarded that moment at the carnival differently, or he just wanted to keep those memories in the past where they belonged. It hurt to be the only one so strongly affected by them, but Jin had the right idea. If there existed a standard list of activities to do with an ex, talking about the past wasn’t one of the options. Especially if you had feelings for said ex.
Plus, you didn’t forget that there was something he had to tell you. It seemed like you were going to have to wait a little longer for that, and your anxiousness wasn’t pleased.
As you ambled to the center of the clearing, you focused more on the crunching sounds your boots made rather than your feelings. With a quick survey of the area, you surmised that it really was a pretty spot, the mountain range peeking behind the trees adding depth to the setting. Adjusting your outfit, you took a breath of courage before staring at the eye of the Polaroid.
Seokjin moved the camera from his face and called your name, roping your gaze to his concern. “Smile, okay?”
On instinct, your throat constricted. You couldn’t hide behind the lens that time. But smile you did, and you hoped Seokjin thought it genuine, silently pleading him to not notice the anguish lingering behind your crescent eyes.
The fire pit your friends constructed blazed bright as you both made it back to the campgrounds. Everyone occupied the surrounding logs and, judging from the soft pop pumping from a portable speaker, Jungkook must have commandeered music control.
Jimin turned when he heard your footsteps, his expression indiscernible as he shifted his gaze between you and Jin. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything, only turning back to Yoongi to continue their conversation.
Seokjin and you parted ways effortlessly: he slotted into the empty space next to Namjoon and you headed to your tent to stow your camera.
And for some reason, that easy departure was hard to swallow.
Your pitched space offered warmth upon entry, and you dumped yourself onto your sleeping bag without a word. A few quiet moments passed before you unzipped your backpack, the tiny action feeling so tedious, so difficult to achieve.
After you finally stored your equipment and closed your bag shut, you just… sat there. Contemplative.
Mentally, you were in a bad place. Your thoughts and emotions banged into each other, their war rendering you powerless - captive. Fidgeting with the plasticky fabric of your sleeping bag, you thought back to what happened after you two left the photo spot.
It was an uneventful walk back for the most part. The polaroids turned out nice, all thanks to the very rare and very expensive camera you borrowed. Seokjin claimed yours and handed you his, and faced with your sudden curiosity, he sheepishly offered, “You don’t have to keep it.”
You were more questioning of the fact that he stored yours in his jacket, but you didn’t want to broach that subject. It was beginning to scare you. Maybe it was the fact that he was acting strange, coupled with the other fact that he was hiding something from you.
Why were you suddenly afraid to confront him? You two were open with each other during your relationship. Were you also wanting to put this dreaded conversation off as long as possible, too?
If he was with someone else, though, would he still be keeping your picture?
It was too much to think about, so you tried to lock everything in a box and sit on it.
You saw the light of the campfire after a few minutes of walking through the woods - a handful of silent, crawling minutes. It was bugging you that Seokjin didn’t say anything on the way back. A quiet Jin was a Jin knee deep in thought, and not in good circumstance. In a moment of weakness, you almost offered out your hand to grab his, but you instead crammed it inside your coat pocket.
When you both rejoined your friends, it seemed so easy for you guys to separate, like you didn’t just go off and do something so intimate. Even though that wasn’t the word you wanted to use.
You resigned yourself to the big picture nonetheless: it wasn’t like what Taehyung and Rin did. Your best friend was insanely popular on social media with her carefully curated feed and relatable-yet-unachievable style. Taehyung had his own massive following for different reasons, and you couldn’t deny that he knew exactly what he was doing to gain the hearts of many. They were snapping photos for each other to show millions of anonymous beings across the world.
You and Seokjin just took photos for each other to have. No one else was going to see those.
Why did you feel like that was significant?
The edge of your sleeping bag began to fray under duress, so you plucked your body off the ground and slipped back outside. What you expected was the temperature dipping a couple degrees in nightfall. What you didn’t expect was Jimin waiting for you, puffy jacket and all, leaning against a tree.
When he saw you emerge from your tent, he straightened and regarded you with caution. “Everything okay?”
You adjusted the front of your coat before fishing a beanie out to cover your ears. “Yeah, why?”
“You were just in there for awhile,” Jimin explained, his eyes searching yours, “And you were with him for a long time.”
“I don’t like being interrogated, Park,” you sighed.
“I know, I just…” He mirrored you and huffed his own breath toward the ground. A quick glance had you noticing that his own beanie was knit as thick as the fog in your mind. “I just want to make sure.”
Jimin was whom you considered closest next to your best friend and formerly Seokjin. After your break up, Jimin regularly sent you texts to check on you, despite your constant assurance that you were okay. It got to a point where you phoned him and pleaded reprieve - to reach out only if he had something critical to say.
His broken reply? He only texted you because Seokjin wouldn’t.
You ended up crying after that call, and the tears annoyingly persisted a couple nights following.
He was also one of the only two people in the world that knew you loved Jin. Rin was the other, and that’s only because you let it slip during a girls’ night over cheap wine and period piece movies. Something about an early morning confession in a dewy meadow was enough to loosen your alcohol-mottled tongue.
After you ran your fingers over your head, you responded, “Can I ask you something?”
Your friend’s eyes roamed over your face. “Of course.”
“What’s he hiding from me?”
Jimin instantly clammed up at the question. His dancer frame assumed a rigid position, each limb locking, including his jaw. “It’s not my place to say,” he answered gravely, pulling anger from your center.
“Does everyone else know this secret except me?” You really couldn’t take it anymore, especially knowing that something you supposedly deserved to know was possibly public knowledge.
“Just the guys,” Jimin divulged, and you scoffed.
“I can’t believe this.” You made to walk away, in the opposite direction of the campfire. Into the woods again.
Jimin said your name like he just wanted you to understand already, halting you mid-stride. “I’ve been trying to get him to talk to you. Trust me, I have.”
“He’s a grown man, Park. His decisions aren’t your problem,” you whispered.
“But aren’t they yours?”
“Not anymore. We aren’t together right now, if you don’t recall.” You knew you were spitting bullshit, and Jimin did, too. If Seokjin wasn’t giving you problems, you wouldn’t have been hiding in your tent or literally and figuratively walking away from him. Guiltily, you turned back to face Jimin and give him his credit.
He was this way for everyone in your group: the glue that hung on and fought to keep people from breaking apart. Whenever a fight broke out between warring parties, Jimin was the middle man. Always.
Sighing, you relented, “I’m sorry I’m taking this out on you. I’m just so confused, and the longer he hides whatever he’s hiding from me, the more restless I’ll be.”
“Everyone is on your side in this,” Jimin replied. “He just needs to, I don’t know, woman up.”
A breath of laughter escaped you at the tweaked phrase, the tension coating your shoulders slowly sliding off in clumps. “Did you say ‘woman up?’”
“Men aren’t shit,” your friend explained, pointing a gloved finger to punctuate every syllable. “At least women get things done.”
“I would totally drink to that if I had a bottle in my hand, Jimin.”
“Ah, well that can be arranged!” The boy’s eyes crinkled as he spun on a heel. “Let’s go. Jungkook and Taehyung brought out the drinks awhile ago. I missed out on a few bottles already talking to you.”
“Oh, I feel so remorseful,” you cooed, your voice worthy of giving kids cavities. “Almost as if I cared.”
“Ass,” Jimin snapped, but he could only laugh. When you joined his side, he turned and whispered, “But seriously. If he doesn’t talk about it by the end of this trip, I’m giving him hell.”
The temperature dropped again at that moment, and the wind blowing through the pines cut straight into your bones. Your shoulders hunched on instinct and you blinked to get needed moisture. Was it going to snow? The skies above did look intimidating. Was it going to storm?
A sudden trepidation settled into your gut. “Did we check the weather,” you queried, shuffling through your brain to see if you monitored it yourself before the trip.
“Uh-umm, I did,” Jimin answered through chattering teeth, “But I didn’t see anything other than it being cold.”
You pulled out your phone and regretted doing so, your fingers freezing over instantly. You were lucky you all chose a location that was still in signal range - really, thanks went to Rin and Taehyung for incessantly demanding it every year.
Pulling up the weather app after a few tries, you cursed at the oncoming forecast. “Well, there’s more to it. Snow’s coming in,” you relayed to Jimin. “Let’s pack up and find a place to stay.”
The car ride to the nearest lodging felt immensely different than the ride to the campgrounds. Some people focused on defrosting, one person worried about the people in the front, and the two said people in the front weren’t talking at all.
It was you that broke the silence when you steadily gave directions, and Seokjin would repeat them like always. Selfishly, you wanted the car ride to keep going just so you could hear his voice. He wasn’t saying anything otherwise, and there wasn’t music playing for him to absentmindedly sing along to.
The first snowfall was light as your caravan entered the small town nearby, which relieved you. Tiny snowflakes clung onto the windows and you lost yourself in their geometric patterns. Lights from the shops and other stray cars reflected in the slick roads to create a symphony of color, and white patches already settled on trees that lined the main way.
Seokjin spotted the lodge first, and he rolled into a spot towards the entrance, Jungkook’s car slotting into the next space. Your driver rolled down his window and repeatedly pointed his finger down to signal for Yoongi to follow suit. “Let’s go in and make sure they have our rooms first,” he called out, and Jungkook leaned over his console to shout a hearty okay.
You hoisted yourself out of the car and waited for the boys to follow. Seokjin went to stand next to you, but instead of Jungkook popping out of the other car, it was Namjoon that emerged. You could only guess that the youngest slyly started a game to have the loser get out.
Your stomach turned when you realized it was most likely because no one wanted to be left alone with you and Seokjin.
Remorse burned your throat. This trip was supposed to be fun, but it just felt strained. Were you overthinking? Or was your churning gut correct in its assumption?
At the very least, you hoped everyone else was having a better time than you were.
It seemed that the man beside you had the same feeling that a challenge was pitched. “Rock-paper-scissors? Or nose goes?”
Namjoon just laughed at the ground as his face flushed. “Nose goes, and I put my finger on my mouth so, umm, that’s that.”
You chuckled while you three made your way to the door, both of them towering over you on either side. Seokjin opened the entrance for everyone and, when you stepped foot inside, you were hit with a wave of warmth mixed with an undercurrent of gingerbread. The entirety of the main entrance bathed in plaid or embroidered throws, and there was an obvious affinity for Christmas on display with the plethora of garlands, lights, and a towering Christmas tree in the front bay window.
Namjoon and Seokjin quickly got distracted by the toy train running through a snowy village setup. Adorable, but not helpful.
Alone at the front desk, you received confirmation that your group had four bookings, and you thanked the concierge while you gathered the keys.
The rooms weren’t next to each other. One of them sat on another floor, and the rest were separated but shared the same level.
A container of pamphlets caught your attention, so you grabbed one before strolling away. “Guys, let’s claim our rooms. After that, you can watch the train all you want,” you called out, tapping them both on the back with the thin brochure.
They swiveled their heads to your retreating form before following you out the door.
“No. We are not doing that again.”
“Come on, hyung, it’ll be fun!”
“I’m with Yoongi on this one. We could all end up in the same room.”
“But what if you get a room to yourself?”
“Why can’t we ever just pick like normal people? And Hoseok-hyung, you laugh but you have the worst luck out of all of us.”
“Excuse me! That’s only because you all psyche me out!”
“Let’s just pick something. My phone’s almost dead.”
You stood next to Rin while you two watched the boys decide how room assignments were determined. It was a sight to see: them crowding the small hallway, bags littered around their bulky shoes. You both were thankful they were courteous enough to let you two keep a room to yourselves. They even made sure yours wasn’t on the other floor, just so that you girls wouldn’t be alone.
They were going to pick random rooms one-by-one, not knowing which options the others picked until they opened a door. If you and your friend also had to choose, you were risking the possibility of being stuck with Seokjin, which was the last thing you wanted.
On a day where your friendship was actually normal, that wouldn’t have mattered one bit. But right then? The tension surrounding him would have been detrimental.
He had something to say; he wasn’t saying it. You were a sitting, fidgeting duck.
Jungkook whipped his phone out to search the internet for a random coin flip generator. “Here. Heads, we do it. Tails, we don’t.”
Yoongi just snickered in defeat and already started picking up his bag. “I call picking first.”
His intuition proved sharp as the generator pulled up Heads: they were going with the random room assignments. Taehyung kicked his head back with a sigh, and Jimin and Jungkook burst into laughter while the elders collectively groaned.
As Rin giggled at their misfortune, you sent a rueful smile Seokjin’s way out of habit. You were still friends, after all, and he seemed so distraught over the prospect of horrid results. His eyes locked onto yours and, for a brief moment, he offered a shy grin in return.
The fluttering in your chest was quickly shooed away.
It was while everyone relaxed around a public lounge area that Jungkook hurled an accusation, his eyes alight with the flames licking the nearby fireplace. “Hyung cheated.”
Seokjin immediately sat up in his plush chair and retorted, “Take that back! I did nothing of the sort. You all were just too lazy to take the stairs to the next floor.”
Taehyung shot him a side eye and shared his own eloquent opinion. “Seems sus.”
A whole new wave of bickering erupted, and you redirected your attention to the snow storm blustering outside tall windows.
You were thanking every deity above that you guys decided to leave in time. It would’ve been hell in the campsite during this weather, or even while squeezed into the cars.
Though the original plans were derailed, you were pretty happy with the current lodging situation. Who knew a small town would have a humongous lodge? It had to be assumed that this was the main business keeping the town running. Rin was absolutely drinking it in and stated she even wanted to bring her family there, her thoughtfulness curving your mouth upwards.
Another good thing that came out of this trip proved to be the room assignments that Jungkook ended up loathing. They had you clutching your sides when all was said and done.
Four of the boys managed to pick the same room, and Hoseok and Yoongi snagged a room to themselves. These results resulted in one Kim Seokjin speeding up and down the hallway, wholeheartedly shouting with glee. Yoongi almost crumpled to the ground in relief at the end, and Hoseok fell over in laughter when he entered the full room. You could feel the desperation in Namjoon’s muffled voice as he begged Seokjin to let him change rooms. The only reply he received was an ominous “If you behave.”
“Don’t blame us,” Yoongi laughed out, both hands lightly gripping the arms of the rocking chair he chose. “This is what you young people get for trying to be cute.” His relief from only having to bunk with one other person left him chipper, you noticed. To his credit, it was amusing that the youngest four ended up in the same room.
“Okay, gramps,” Jungkook snapped, earning a laugh from Jimin on the seat next to him. “But she definitely gave hyung clues!”
You whipped your head around to shoot a confused look toward your accuser. “Me?”
Multiple eyes darted between you two like pinballs, and you didn’t have time to brace for his next words,
“You know you won’t see him again after this trip, so you—”
“—Kook!”
All oxygen abandoned you as Jimin rushed to shut the younger man’s mouth, practically slapping his face. Eyes popped out of his head as Jungkook paled in realization.
The rest of the boys bore glares into the youngest one’s countenance, but Seokjin turned directly towards you with concern.
What just happened? Your fingers gripped the varnished wood of your chair as you slowly locked eyes with your ex, and your heart dropped like a stone when he shifted his gaze to the floor.
What the fuck was happening? Your brain was going haywire. What did Jungkook mean? You wouldn’t see Seokjin after this trip? The man that you couldn’t wait to see on the last Friday of every November? That was bogus. He was joking. It was a joke, right? One more weekend before Seokjin was gone from your life forever? Impossible. Ludicrous.
Why wasn’t anyone saying anything?
Beside you, Rin clutched one of your tense fists in her soft palms. Addressing the group, her sharp tone demanded an answer when she asked, “What the hell is going on?”
The silence that followed was palpable. Not even the pleasant music drifting through the lodge was enough to damper the tension.
“I think,” Yoongi finally murmured, his words ice, “This is our cue to leave.”
“No need,” your friend snipped, “We’ll go.” She whispered your name before softly tugging you to vacate your seat.
When you pried yourself from the cushion, it took a moment for you to control your legs to actually move. You knew all the guys were watching you, but you were too embarrassed to acknowledge them, too upset to look any of them in the eye.
Rin led you away from the lounge, making sure you were heading toward the nearest staircase before spinning on her heel. “To the unfortunate soul that gets to explain this to me,” she bit, clutching everyone’s attention in her underlying threat, “Text me where to meet you in ten minutes.”
Both you and Rin occupied the carpet, backs against the cookie cutter sofa that existed in each room.
You two pushed the furniture around so that the couch faced the windows instead of the plain TV, and you surprised your friend by dumping yourself onto the ground instead of the cushions. Rin didn’t question you, though. She only followed suit.
The curtains were shoved to the side to reveal the relentless storm, and you watched the swirls and streaks of white until your head fell onto Rin’s shoulder.
“I should’ve been paying attention to you,” she murmured, “I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, the motion feeling awkward in its tilt. “No, no. You’ve been having a fun time, so I’m happy I didn’t ruin that.” Your laugh was dry. “Until now, at least.”
Rin lowered her shoulder so that you rested more comfortably. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’m going through a breakup again.”
Fuck. You didn’t realize until the words left your lips that it’s how you really felt.
It had been a few years since you guys ended things. Throughout that whole time, you didn’t feel awkward one bit.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. The “date” that Seokjin brought to the Christmas party last year made you want to tear your hair out. But, that was because she was obviously after his finances and that was the year you realized you loved him.
The conversation you had with Seokjin turned sour, but you really wanted him to see the big picture. You could still recall that night with clarity, the snow falling much lighter than what you currently witnessed outside.
“Seokjin, do you honestly think she likes you?” The red dress you wore was so vibrant that it glinted off the dinnerware spread across the decadent table nearby.
When you pulled your ex aside that night, the only quiet place you could find was the dining room, long abandoned once everyone got their seconds. Up until this point, it was obvious Seokjin wasn’t understanding you. You tried to tell him how you saw it, and he would just brush things aside.
“You sound like you care more than I do,” he accused, his eyes looking everywhere but your face.
Before you responded, you scoffed. “I’m your friend. Of course I’m going to care.”
You remember the strong emotions you suppressed that night. You couldn’t let more things slip than necessary. Yes, you could show him you cared. Yes, you could show him he needed someone else. Just as long as you didn’t give too much of your own feelings for him away. “You deserve someone that at least likes you, for you.”
Seokjin finally stared back at your stormy features, his eyes filled with something unsaid. You sucked in a breath. What else would he say? You liked him for everything he was, but that relationship didn’t pan out. Obviously. You would’ve been going to this Christmas party together if you still dated.
Maybe you shouldn’t have been having that conversation - it was already hard enough for you to say you were his friend. You wanted to be more than that. Again.
“I know she doesn’t like me,” he finally admitted, running a hand through his bangs. The urge to caress his ever soft strands filled you with grief.
You really did like his hair, and it looked even better when coupled with his Nutcracker-esque attire.
“Then why…” You struggled to find a reason why they were even there together. It was a Christmas party with your friends. Why would he bring someone that he didn’t like?
“She’s interested in Namjoon.” Seokjin’s eyes quickly turned into crescents when he witnessed your expression, and his full lips pursed to contain his laughter. “I was trying to get her off me the whole night, but she was trying harder than she needed to to make him jealous. I’m irresistible, you know.”
“Irritable is more like it,” you growled, playfully shoving him aside. “Ass! I was just trying to protect you and you knew this whole time!”
“It’s nice to know you’re looking out for me!” The man beamed as he made his way out of the dining room.
“Yeah, well,” you whispered, tensing slightly when he stopped. “They have to be perfect. It’s what you deserve.” And you really did mean that.
Seokjin’s smile faltered, and you shot him a half-smile before exiting the room yourself.
That was the last time you guys had an argument, if you could even call it that. The rest of the moments you had with him were completely fine. You wondered if Seokjin could see through you during that conversation. He was perceptive, sure, but you may have gotten away with looking like just a good friend.
It was just worrisome since you couldn’t control your emotions that night. You only got to see him in person during these November trips and Christmas parties when you went home, after all. Seeing him again after realizing you loved him ignited something within you, and it took the whole night to put that fire out.
This looming news just felt way too heavy to handle. Was it because you reached where the sidewalk ended? You weren’t going to see his face in person or hear his laugh out loud. There wasn’t going to be off-the-cuff, awful dad jokes thrown your way every end of November.
A nagging idea, far in the depths of your mind, kept tapping your shoulder. But you brushed it off with a scowl.
Even if you acknowledged the concept, there was no way Seokjin felt the same about you. Neither one of you said you loved each other throughout the time you were dating. Were there times you thought you did? Admittedly, yes. Did you ever think about telling him? Another yes. But he never hinted that he felt the same, so it would’ve been awkward for you if it turned out he didn’t. The absence of a confession kept you from revealing yours. So of course even now, you couldn’t tell him. Especially since he was apparently leaving.
Rin didn’t speak for awhile, but you knew she wasn’t the best at comforting people. She was number one at standing up for you and protecting you, but when it came to the softer parts of consoling, she did flounder. Which was endearing and calming in itself.
“How can I help,” she simply offered, and you nuzzled further into her neck. She always smelled so nice, your guardian Rin.
The adrenaline from Jungkook’s bombshell, your swift exit, and the constant stream of thoughts started to wane. Exhaustion slowly took its place like honey sliding into a jar. Softly, your eyelids drooped and you whispered, “This room is a castle, so be my big bad dragon and don’t let anyone in.”
The last sound you heard before falling asleep was a tinkling laugh followed by a small “As you wish, princess.”
When you regained consciousness, you discovered that you were strewn across one of the beds instead of the ground. You couldn’t even estimate how much time passed while you were out, but the storm outside was still thrashing and the only light in the room was the emergency one by the door.
You groggily propped up weary limbs in search of your phone, eventually swiping it from the nightstand. Still half-asleep, you barely registered the pain meds and glass of water sitting on that same table, their dark silhouettes waiting patiently.
Bright pixels mocked your drool-covered chin. Scrunching your face instinctively, you scrolled through your notifications while blinking sleep from your lashes. You received multiple texts, but you didn’t want to open the threads completely, so you opted to check them from the Home screen.
Jiminie [7:20pm]: Fuck, I’m sorry that happened. Please be okay. Love you.
Tae [7:21pm]: free hugs whenever you need. you know the drill.
Rin-Rin [7:36pm]: I know you said not to let anyone in but I literally couldn’t carry you to the bed. Forgive me!
Yoongi [7:37pm]: He’s in his room. I kept telling him to tell you. I know it’s shit to find out this way so if he doesn’t explain things to you, I will.
Hobi [7:39pm]: we’re here for u love!! let me know if u need anything. there’s a small concession stand downstairs so if u need smth i can run it up!!
Jiminie [7:40pm]: Kook is in bad shape. He swore he thought hyung told you already. Don’t worry tho. I’m not letting him off easy.
Rin-Rin [7:43pm]: Hey, love. Just spoke to Seokjin. I think you need to talk to him yourself, but only if you feel up for it.
Joonie [7:45pm]: I gave Rin a bottle of pain meds we had in our room
Joonie [7:45pm]: Go ahead and take some when you wake up
Joonie [7:45pm]: We can count this as an emergency
Jiminie [8:21pm]: Let me know if you’re okay, okay?
Kook [8:33pm]: I’m so sorry
Rin-Rin [8:48pm]: Grabbing us some snacks from downstairs, I’ll brb.
Your battered heart sank even more when you noticed a distinct absence amongst the names. Seokjin didn’t send you a single message.
What had gotten into him? Did he still not want to talk to you despite you knowing his secret? You clicked your phone shut without opening any of the messages and sunk into the pillows. It was 8:49pm, so you had barely missed Rin’s departure. Her exit was probably what woke you.
Unwittingly, you found your device in front of your baggy eyes again, berating yourself for hovering over Seokjin’s thread. The last text he sent stared back at you in a mocking set of pixels.
Kim JokeJin [Thursday, 9:23pm]: Let’s make this one the best one!
With the previous context, this was just a regular message about the yearly trip. With the right context, these words tied your throat in a knot.
You were sure you loved him, but what you were feeling now was even stronger. If you were honest with yourself, you would say that this is what yearning truly felt like, what something deeper than love felt like.
But you were a fool and a liar, so you convinced yourself it was only because you wouldn’t see him again.
As soon as you were about to give up and lock your phone, the thread updated with a new text from Seokjin, and you stilled.
Kim JokeJin [8:51pm]: You’re probably still asleep, so I don’t want to wake you.
You immediately clicked on his message, your anxiousness protected by the absence of Read receipts. The typing bubble kept popping in and out of the screen and, with bated breath, you waited to see if a second text slid into the thread. A hard exhale whooshed from your throat when the second message came through.
Kim JokeJin [8:53pm]: But I owe you an explanation so come up when you can.
Fingers locked your phone in an instant when the door creaked on its hinges. Rin entered with an armful of chips and various candy bars, and as you started to get up, she tutted.
“Sit down, lady.” Packages crinkled as she dumped them onto your covered legs in a processed, sweet and salty heap. “Did you take the medicine?”
You shook your head, very sure that you looked like a cranky Troll doll.
“Go ahead and eat something really quick so the medicine will work. When you’re awake enough…” Rin’s voice trailed off, but you filled in the blanks yourself. Go talk to him was what she wanted to say.
“Can’t you just tell me what he said?” You were hopeful that Rin would save you the pain of confronting Seokjin yourself. In reality, she denied your request.
“Not this time,” she murmured, “This is something that needs to come from him.”
You figured as much, but it didn’t hurt to try getting out of it. It was a conversation that you both wanted and dreaded to have. Under your goosebumps, your bones trembled.
If you were frightened by the mere gist of it, how were you going to react to the real thing?
The reality was that you needed the closure Seokjin was offering. You didn’t think this vacation - or your friendship, for that matter - could regain normalcy until you had this talk. “Sorry I ruined this trip,” you whispered, playing with a corner of the closest bag of chips.
“I’m sorry, is your name ‘Jungkook?’” Rin laughed. “I’m kidding. It’s not ruined. At the very least, it’s salvageable. Maybe.”
“You should be a weather girl with these confident forecasts,” you joked, coaxing a laugh from your friend. You offered a small smile in return, but your heart wasn’t in it. She kinda forgot that this is the last trip you guys would have with Seokjin. If anything, it was doomed from the start.
Little striations ran across the door greeting you, shallow cuts skirting up and down the frame. You roved your eyes over the rough texture; contemplative, lost in the mahogany brown expanse.
If only you were a sturdy tree. You wouldn’t have to worry about any hard conversations in life. All you would’ve had to worry about was possibly becoming a rickety chair for a spoiled brat, or one of Namjoon’s tables that he would eventually damage and lament over.
With a breath, you finally knocked.
It didn’t take long for Seokjin’s freshly showered form to answer, and when you saw him dressed down to a plain white shirt and black pants, you quickly shifted your eyes to the floor. Didn’t he know that outfit was your favorite? Your weakness?
“Hey,” you simply said. “I’m awake now.”
He nodded and let you in, the door closing with a soft click. When you crossed the room, you stopped in front of the couch, anticipation already caking onto your clothes. There wasn’t much to say on your end, you figured, so Seokjin had to take the lead.
Instead of launching into topic, he walked towards you and grabbed a bottle from his nightstand. “Do you want some water?”
You could only stare at the plastic in question. “Did I come here for water, Seokjin?”
There was a heavy pause before the man planted his offering on the nightstand. “No.” Sitting on the longer side of his bed, he clasped his hands together, blank eyes glued to the floor. “Jungkook is right. I won’t be able to go on these trips anymore.”
“Why?”
“I, umm,” Seokjin answered, his words fumbling, “I kinda got into Harvard Medical School.”
“What?” Your anxiousness was forgotten as you gawked at him. That was what he was holding back from you? All this time? That amazing, fantastic, crazy news? Without thinking, you bounded toward him and crushed him in a hug, careful to not push him back onto the bed. “Seokjin! This is what you couldn’t tell me?”
His arms remained at his sides. When he responded, his explanation bounced onto your shoulder, “I literally won’t have a life once I start. None of you will be able to see this face, isn’t that enough to be sad about?”
Another moment of weakness came over you, and instead of overcoming it, you gave in. Your arms tightened around him and you whispered, “No, I’m so happy for you. You’ve worked so hard…”
There were bags under his eyes for a reason. You knew the nights he got three hours of sleep far outweighed the nights he got more than that. The reason you two didn’t get to see each other was his relentless studying and discipline, and you didn’t want him to have to choose between you and a future career. You both were way too young for those rash decisions.
It was with this memory that you were reminded of why you broke up: you wanted him to focus on his goals and you would do the same. “Really, I’m so proud of you.”
Why you hadn’t let go of him at that point was a mystery to you, but you couldn’t seem to stop. The feel of his body against yours consumed you, held you captive even if his arms didn’t.
But after a moment, you felt strong limbs wrap around your sides and emotion wrap around your throat.
You don’t remember the last time you two truly embraced. It was a given that the last time you did, you were both completely different people. Both so young. Both so naive.
“Thank you,” Seokjin breathed, his head finally a beautiful burden on your shoulder, “But there’s more.”
Tension froze your veins, taking the color from your complexion. Of course there was more. There was no way that was the big reveal, even though it was a monster in itself. “Oh,” was all you managed to squeak out.
Seokjin’s arms gently pushed your body away so that he could look you in the eyes. You already missed his stronghold, but you listened as he spoke. “My parents want me to go back home. To Korea.”
You blinked. “Even though you got into Harvard?”
“No, no, after that,” Seokjin expressed with a level of confidence only he could achieve. Like it was inconceivable that he wouldn’t get his doctorate. He then searched your face, the pause holding weight. “So, I don’t know if I’ll see you guys again.”
The wind howled outside and you shivered as if you were standing out there in the cold. There was so much that you wanted to say, but all the thoughts you had in your head melded together into sludge. Words struggled to leave your mouth. Nothing processed correctly in your brain.
Seokjin wasn’t joking - not this time. He really was going to be swamped in work and work and more work. Even the holidays were going to be crammed, and you were sure he wanted to use those rare rest periods solely to recharge.
Yes, he would still be able to text and call everyone, but that would be the extent of communication. He wasn’t big on social media. Even if he was, there would certainly be a dip in his activity now.
Just like you felt earlier, you really did feel like you were going through a breakup again. Only this time, the last remains of your relationship were at stake.
You didn’t want that.
“We’d still be friends,” you weakly offered, wondering if you were just saying that to convince yourself.
An empty chuckle startled you, and when you looked at Jin, he directed an empty gaze toward his nightstand’s lamp. “Yeah… We’d still be friends,” he repeated, and the way he said that made your shoulders sag. It was almost as if he didn’t believe you.
“But Seokjin… You should be so happy. I mean, you’re incredible,” you whispered, a heavy feeling weighing down your chest.
“What if I’m not?”
You sucked in a breath, suddenly not knowing what to do. Was he saying that hypothetically? No. There wouldn’t be a reason for him to ask if he truly was.
How were you supposed to respond to that? Being a doctor was his goal - you were sure of it. If he got accepted into Harvard of all places, then his future glimmered as bright as his charm. “What do you mean,” was what you decided to say. Because you needed more from him than that.
“You said I should be happy. What if I’m not?”
“This is what you’ve been working towards your whole life!” It didn’t make any sense. None of this was making any sense. Who wasn’t happy that they got accepted to one of the most prestigious medical programs in the world? “You did everything you could, and now you have something to show for it! We even broke up over this. And that’s fine,” you quickly added at the end. You didn’t want Seokjin to feel bad for that at all.
“What I’m trying to say is,” you continued, wanting to get every logical word out before more irrational ones escaped. “You’ve gotten everything you wanted. You deserve to be happy.”
You could feel the doors of your heart scraping shut. Even if you wanted to try to be with him again, you would have to give up on that dream. There was no way it was going to work if it didn’t pan out last time.
Fists clenched, you hated how your heart gravitated towards Seokjin on this damn trip, loathed how your brain produced its own highlight reel. Somehow, they both knew this was the end before you did.
“I don’t have everything I want, but you’re right. I’ll be happy.” He sounded bitter. Why did he sound so bitter?
“What more could you want,” you blurted, the question materializing between the two of you in bold letters. You were just getting frustrated at this point.
This was his dream. The ultimate goal. The one thing he wanted out of life.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.”
“Well, it’s none of your concern.”
“I don’t care if it is or not.”
“You really want to know?” Seokjin shot off the bed, immediately towering over your small stature. As your eyes reached his face, you watched as his lips twisted, your shocked features taking in his frustration. “It’s… It’s love, okay? That might sound weird to you, but I’ve realized that all of this is pointless without it. That’s what I’m missing. I want to love again.” He shoved a hand through his hair, his forehead slightly wrinkling under duress.
The first thing that threw you off was the mere mention of the word. That was so brave of him to even bring it up. With you, of all people: someone he’s dated before. It must have taken so much courage for him to admit that.
But there was another word in there that stood out amongst all the others.
Again. He said again. Did he love someone before? He couldn’t have been referring to what you guys had. You never once said those words to each other while you dated. So who was he thinking of? And why did it hurt to know that he had loved before and it wasn’t you?
“I didn’t know you wanted that,” you replied, your voice painfully small. “But I don’t think it’s weird.”
You wanted nothing more than to just confess to him already, but you had no clue what he would say if he didn’t want something with you. The moment escaped like a thief in the night.
“Ah, well, if you knew the whole story,” Seokjin sighed, his breath shaky, “You would definitely think it’s stupid.”
“Why did it end the first time?” You wanted to get to the bottom of it. Maybe through his explanation, you could find something salvageable. You cared about him - so damn much. Seeing him in a state of utter helplessness seized your heart and gripped it tight. “With the one you… you loved. What happened?”
Seokjin’s indiscernible stare pierced through your soul, his silence screaming that he didn’t want to talk about it.
And you understood his reluctance. The list of activities to do with an ex didn’t include this as an option, either.
You felt the steely aftertaste of guilt on your tongue. Maybe he wanted you to just leave him alone already. Besides, you already pushed him to tell a multitude of truths that night. Asking him about a past love life was most likely crossing the line. “I’m sorry,” you apologized, uprooting yourself from your spot to leave. “You don’t have to tell me. I’ll leave you alone.”
You made it three steps before Seokjin responded, “She decided to end it.”
A vice clamped your chest. You stood in your new spot closer to the door, eyes boring into the floor. “Even though you were in love?”
That must have been awful. If you loved him when you two broke it off, it would have absolutely hurt. Very much like what was happening to you now, in fact. Because fuck, were you absolutely disintegrating like a paper on fire.
“I don’t think she loved me,” Seokjin disclosed, his words tightening the clasp around your lungs. “But I loved her.”
“I’m so sorry, Seokjin.” Tears brimmed across your eyes, but you didn’t want him to see you break. You thrummed with so many emotions in that moment, swept by the current of his words, his heavy tribulations.
He loved someone in the past. You loved him in the present. If only you both harbored a love for each other in at least one point in your lives.
“That must have been hard.”
“It wasn’t, for the most part.” His brittle words crumbled as they appeared. “I saw it coming.”
You chewed on your lip. Seokjin’s confessions were so full of pain - the amount of love he had for this person was obvious. Looking back on your relationship, you remember your split being mutual. It was mutual, right? There weren't any feelings involved. Whichever other situation Seokjin was referring to had to be sometime after you.
Maybe it was someone during his college days. But wouldn’t you have at least heard about them through the friend circle? Their name must have just left your mind. You knew Seokjin flirted a lot but he needed to be serious to really start a relationship. This one just sounded tragic.
“I don’t know what to say,” you admitted sincerely, your chest about ready to collapse, “Other than don’t give up. You can do it. Love again.” The joints in your knees threatened to give out. Telling the one you loved that he could find someone again was too much. Too, too much.
“Ah, yeah. Well.” Seokjin turned away from you in a shrug. Even the back of his profile was perfect. “Thanks for being a good, uh, friend.”
Friend. Could you teleport to your room and stay there? You couldn’t be the one to give him what he wanted, especially since he was about to be gone for a very long time. No matter how much you wanted to. Oh, how you wanted to.
You swung around to face the door once again. Critical words almost freed themselves from your lips, but you held them back, swallowed them down. “I’ll always be your friend.”
Head storming, you commended yourself for keeping your voice level. The tears were able to recede - which relieved you, since you wanted to make it through the rest of the conversation with dry eyes. With one tiny head shake, you whispered, “Let’s get some sleep, okay? I don’t want us to ruin the rest of this trip. Like you said before, we have to make it the best one.”
Seokjin got up and made his way over to you, and you turned around with a fresh face once you knew he was close enough. The smile he wore was manufactured, but you didn’t want to pry. Instead, you repeated your advice as you both approached his door. Because you wanted him to understand. “Seriously. Don’t give up, you hear me?”
“Don’t give up,” he echoed as he pulled on the handle, like you were just giving him directions. He stilled for a moment in deep concentration before looking your way. Dark eyes bore into yours and you could almost hear them speak, but he gave one final nod and vowed, “Okay.”
Little striations met you again when you gave Seokjin’s closed room one last look, and you swore they regarded you with pity. Finally breaking, you let your tears fall the whole way back to your floor, wishing to be made into a sturdy tree in your next life so you never had to feel that way again.
The next morning found all nine friends situated in various places around Seokjin’s room. You thought it amusing that the boys never really settled for normal seats, always choosing a table or windowsill perch instead. As an avid fan of the floor yourself, apparently, you were once again plopped on the ground in front of the sofa. Only this time, you weren’t drowning in the depths of your past.
“Looks like the snow piled up high last night, so we might not be able to use the cars,” Namjoon observed after his long fingers created a tiny crack in the curtains. His argyle sweater blended in with the burgundy fabric and the sight put a small smile on your face.
The action surprised you since you spent the whole night swathed in a blanket of regret, your arms caging your ribs in an attempt to stopper your bleeding heart. If only you were so bold as to allow a confession to fall from your lips. Three words to solve two peoples’ problems.
But the risk involved was too high. The hurt following an unrequited love confession would haunt you through every sunrise and sunset.
Jungkook’s exasperated voice sliced through your thoughts. “What are we gonna do then?” You glanced at him right as he threw himself onto Seokjin’s bed, bouncing the other two occupants like buoys amongst waves.
“What we can do: stay in,” Yoongi responded while repositioning himself against the headboard.
Taehyung’s sigh mingled with Rin’s tsking noise, Jungkook’s deeper groan almost in harmony with the both of them. Their melancholic concerto almost pulled a laugh out of you, but the next suggestion came from Hoseok, “I brought some board games we could play. Cards, too.”
Seokjin quickly shot him a look. “You don’t play board games. Or games. Or cards. Actually, what do you do?”
“I look after all of you.” Hoseok’s head always bobbed when he spoke to accentuate his points. “Hence why I brought board games and cards just in case!”
You couldn’t refute the man’s claims, either. Hoseok always made sure everyone packed what they needed before trips but brought extra stuff in the event that the group needed something else. Helping was just part of his nature. Yesterday was one example. Rin got the snacks last night, but you were sure he would have woken up at any point in time to be your comfort food delivery man. If being a leader were a sport, Hoseok would be the dark horse that you never saw coming until they finished first. Then you couldn’t deny their talent and skill.
Taehyung didn’t let the dark horse live, though. “Thanks, hyung. Did you pack a snowblower, too?”
Rin’s laugh could always be heard amongst your friends, but not because she was a girl. Hers was just so distinct and heartwarming, like a cozy throw or the thought of cookies in the oven. It was only slightly better than Jimin’s.
Speaking of which: Jimin was eerily quiet throughout the whole meeting, his gaze lingering on you more than once. You noticed it ever since you burst into Seokjin’s room and lauded the man’s scholastic advancement. Which couldn’t be helped. No matter how painful last night’s conversation was, you still wanted him to know how proud you were. After all, a person could be sporting a dagger through their heart but still have love to give.
You didn’t know why Jimin was acting strange. The big secret was unveiled but you would come to terms with it. Was he afraid of how you would be feeling? Or was he just sympathizing with you because he assumed you weren’t exactly fine? Talking to him later to iron things out was going to be essential. The multiple glances he threw your way proved too much.
“I have a pamphlet we can look through,” you responded, waving it in the air like a white flag. The decision to bring it just in case proved to be the right one, even if Rin threw a small fit from having to fumble through her bag for the room key again. Warmth from the thick hoodie swallowing both your body and your bent legs validated the first time you went back into your room.
Rin stuck her tongue out at you but smiled right after in her best Sour Patch Kid impression. Cute. You breathily laughed before unfolding the flimsy paper. Shifting your eyes along the colorful pages, you started listing out the lodge activities. “Okay, so we have… Kayaking: no. Lake yoga: no. Mountain biking: no…”
Even though the lodge boasted a huge amount of things to do, the majority of them required there to not be four billion inches of snow outside. Only a few remained, and majority rules determined ski slopes the winner.
The only issue with the slopes was that they only allowed groups of three at a time. To remedy this, groups were formed and a rotation was set based on a heated tournament of rock-paper-scissors. And while Hoseok didn’t play board games, cards, or even video games, he seemed to be a pro at that.
He picked Seokjin and Yoongi for his group, and they were going out first, to the eldest’s horror. You saw his anxiousness coming from miles out - tackling snow with one board was much more up his alley than tackling it with two.
Next, Jungkook chose Namjoon and Jimin since he wanted to somehow “win” on the slopes. They gave him much grief for that.
And that left you with Rin and Taehyung, but they wanted to check out the spa area first, so your group was going to catch up later.
Which wasn’t ideal for you. You wanted to watch Seokjin ski. Or really, you just wanted to see him as much as possible before the trip ended. Seok in his presence, like he said. Maybe being pruny in this case was a beautiful thing.
Room Service knocking on the door interrupted your thoughts, and Jimin let them in to serve the breakfast Seokjin ordered for everyone prior. While the dishes were distributed, the group was already firing bets and insults and digs at each other as if a clear winner would emerge outside. And you welcomed every bit of their energy. Chewing on food while basking in everyone’s competitive nature was enough of a distraction from your woes. At least, until you caught Jimin deep in thought again.
The spa was decent, so you three ended up staying for almost an hour. Both the sauna and facial massage served to ease the thick layer of tenseness under your skin. If only you could transport yourself into a cloud of steam every time you thought about Seokjin. Maybe that would’ve helped with the anxiousness and guilt you felt every time you thought about confessing.
And you were grateful for Taehyung tagging along because he really did offer free hugs often. Even while Rin scanned over the receipt for everything you guys did, the man slung a lean arm around your shoulders.
His voice glided over your hair when he leaned in to ask, “How did it go last night?”
You sighed before responding, debating on how to answer him. You decided to take the easy route. “Good. Better than I expected. I just can’t believe it took him that long to tell me! I was so worried this whole time.”
Taehyung squeezed you gently. “Finally. We kept telling him to just admit it already.”
Rin was in the middle of paying when you smiled. Her hair gleamed in the incandescents, and you reached out to touch it as you admitted, “It’s just weird that he wanted to hide that from me.”
“Well, you’re his ex, so he thought it would’ve been awkward.”
A laugh shot out of you, and Taehyung gave you a look. “Seokjin’s so strange. He knows I’ve been rooting for him this whole time. I mean, Harvard? That’s incredible.”
Normally, friends would converse about achievements and be sincerely happy about them. But something else happened in that moment that set alarm bells off in your head. Whether it was Rin becoming a block of ice in front of you, or Taehyung slowly peeling his arm off of your shoulders, you suddenly got a feeling that something wasn’t right.
When Rin spun around to face you, the expression painted on her face reminded you of those Renaissance pieces you saw during one museum date with your ex. Her eyebrows artfully scrunched; her full lips twisted. Was she on the side of the angels, battling demons? Going to war?
No, she was just trying to clarify something. “He didn’t say anything else?”
You gulped. “I mean, yeah?”
“What did he say?” Taehyung furrowed his dark brows, his own face a work of art in itself.
“That his parents are making him move back to Korea when he’s done with his doctorate,” you revealed, suspicious of the both of them and Seokjin now. You kept your tone level to hide any emotions under the surface. “Why, is there more?”
Once again, you were swept under the wave of confusion. The waters there were dark and cold, and you felt like you couldn’t swim to safety this time. It was as if cotton clogged your ears and a thin film coated your vision. You didn’t even register Taehyung furiously typing on his phone while Rin led you all out of the spa’s reception area.
“Do you want there to be more,” was all she offered before sitting you down on an earthly toned loveseat. The fluffy rug under your shoes snagged most of your attention.
“I don’t know how to answer that, but I guess not,” you finally grunted, feeling angrier and angrier from being left in the dark again. Comparable to a disease, this dangerous feeling was taking over you, trickling into your veins drop by black drop. “Honestly, I kinda just want to go back to the room until we meet for dinner. Whatever you guys are hiding is starting to piss me off.”
“Let’s go,” Rin agreed, urging you to get up and follow her to the room. But you shook her off.
“I’ll go by myself.” Buzzing with anger, you shuffled through your bag to grip your key. “Just let me be alone for a bit.”
Taehyung looked absolutely livid, but he nodded along with Rin. You didn’t watch the two of them share a knowing glance as you drug your crumpling form to the stairs, hoping pieces of you didn’t crumble off before you reached your temporary bed.
From the moment your tired bones hit your comforter, time traveled at a strange pace. You didn’t know how long you spent lying prone on the sheets, your head lolled towards the window. Watching the light snowfall outside did nothing to bring you out of your dark space.
Being left out, confused, and feeling betrayed left you mentally drained. How long were you going to feel like this? Like you were just going to keep being lied to? Maybe you weren’t outwardly lied to, but omitting something was still considered a lie. The truth was still held captive and you couldn’t even pay it a visit.
Rin and Taehyung reacted strongly to what you said. That had to mean whatever else Seokjin was supposed to say to you was big. You weren’t stupid. At least, that’s what you concluded.
But what if you were this time?
You loathed this feeling. You hated being looked at with pity. Even Rin knew what was left unsaid this time, so you were truly alone in the dark.
A dark monster within you rose to life, and you ripped yourself from the sheets. Snatching your coat from the couch, you jerked your arms inside, striding toward your door with purpose. A ball of fury, you were determined to march up the slopes and confront Seokjin. Everything was getting ridiculous.
Tugging the door open, you flinched at the figure waiting on the other side. A brief moment of silence and bewilderment and worry washed over you, quelling a small part of your harbored anger. “What happened to you?”
Seokjin stood in front of you wrapped in his puffy coat, hair in disarray and a small gash on his cheek. His nose was red with the cold and a small cut, and his eyes looked as if he had been holding back tears. Tears? Was he crying? Even now, it seemed like a few were threatening to fall as his gaze lowered. A ghost of a voice wafted from his mouth as he replied, “Jimin.”
You winced. Remembering the glances the younger man gave you this morning, you should have seen a conflict brewing. Your friend wasn’t lying when he said he’d give Seokjin hell. Something must have broken out when they were on the slopes, or anytime you weren’t there with them. “Shit. I’m sorry.”
If you didn’t have that revelation with Rin and Taehyung, you would have been absolutely thrown by Seokjin’s appearance and the cause of it. But it seemed that both groups found out what he told you last night and neither were pleased with the result. What that result was, you couldn’t determine yet. But based on your own categories, “I got into Harvard” and “I’m moving back to Korea” fit in the Should Know box. The Deserved to Know box was still accepting applications.
“Come in.” Your fury had to simmer on a proverbial stove for the time being. “I have a first aid kit in my bag.”
You hurried him into the room before making a beeline for your duffle. The adrenaline built while you were fired up was still thrumming your bones like guitar strings. Nothing more was said as your bag crinkled with your rummaging, even though you wanted to just wring answers from his neck already.
But you couldn’t. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts, both the past woes you were fighting and your current worries.
As Jin awkwardly stood in front of your bed, you kept pondering. What the hell happened out there? How did it end up in a physical altercation? Did Jin fight back? It was already obvious Jimin initiated it, but you wondered if he sported any bruises, too. Not from Seokjin, though. Because you couldn’t ever see him throwing a punch. You were more curious about someone like Yoongi. The elder one was incredibly protective of Jin.
When you found the kit, you spun around to start tending to your ex’s face. “Bed,” you ordered, pointing towards yours with the first aid box. Your tone was harsh, but you weren’t holding it back.
The man was silent as he delicately sat on the comforter, and you instantly noticed how he refused to look at you still.
No matter. Treating his cuts was a priority, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to force him into confrontation right after. Seokjin wasn’t going to have a choice.
Perching yourself next to him, you propped one leg up to steady yourself, clicking open the small kit next to you. It wasn’t as fancy as the one he carried along, but it housed the basics. Fetching some antiseptic and cotton first, you told him to turn towards you so that you could start.
And despite your anger, your exasperation, your frustration, the hands you lifted to Seokjin’s face were nothing but calm.
Throughout the time you dusted his cuts, you kept your gaze on his cheek, his mouth, his nose. A wall erected around you that you refused to take down. After all of the hurt Seokjin had caused, the turmoil he had put you through, it was pertinent you wouldn’t let him in. You had your soldiers’ arrows at the ready, directed right at his wounded face.
But if you so much as flitted your gaze toward his eyes, your walls would crumble to dust. Your gates would slam open in surrender.
Because having him this close to you after all this time was like coming home. And you harbored that feeling ever since the scent of his cologne consumed you. Your face hovered inches from his, your fingers gently pressing his features. All of the nights you yearned to be this close were so lonely and cold, and his warmth was tugging your heart by multiple strings.
His looming absence was hitting you deeply then. If you gave in only to lose him again, the pain would surely hollow out your soul until you were a mere shell of yourself. You wanted nothing more than to sink into the mattress and slip down into the soil underneath the lodge.
Suddenly, a hand cradled your cheek, and you shook on impact. Without thinking, you locked eyes with Jin, and it was then that you realized he was wiping hot tears from your face.
“If I’m the reason for these,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Something strangled escaped you, and you finally caved. “You are,” you exhaled, unable to stop the tears from falling. “You really are.”
You tore yourself from the bed, instantly feeling the lingering warmth of his fingers fade. A chasm was created between you two: your chest heaving on one side and his face crumbling on the other. The mountain of thoughts and feelings you created broke down under pressure, emotions roaring down its slopes in a cathartic avalanche. “I’ve been looking like a fool this whole trip, and apparently everyone is feeling so fucking sorry for me. Why can’t you just tell me everything? What did Yoongi mean? What do I deserve to know? You told me you got into Harvard and have the audacity to say you aren’t happy? What the hell is that about? We’re supposed to be friends, so why am I feeling like you’re letting that all go?” You choked on your tears and clasped a hand over your mouth, a burn blossoming in your chest from the dry sobs.
Seokjin’s eyes ringed with a burgeoning shade of pink, both of his pupils glossed in guilt. “I’m not… I’m not letting that go, but--”
“But what, Seokjin,” you gritted out, “Please stop and just tell me already.”
“But I was too scared,” he admitted, “I’m still scared.”
“Why are you scared?” The question drifted to his face, and you could tell he was struggling to answer even that one. It pained you to be this close yet so far from the answer.
“Why are you scared, Seokjin,” you whispered again, realizing that his hands were shaking.
“Because…” You watched as he clenched them on his thighs, and he struggled to get the words out. “Because it’s going to happen again.”
Enough with the obscurity. Frustration reached a boiling point. “What’s going to happen again?”
“Exactly what happened last time!” Seokjin declared as his eyes pleaded with you, eyebrows furrowed and kneeling in anguish. The skin encasing his watery eyes remained that same dusty shade of affliction.
You couldn’t for the life of you understand what he was saying, until you remembered last night. When you asked him about the time he loved before.
Wait.
Your hand made a slow descent from your face as you matched Seokjin’s stare. A million words skittered across your eyes, transforming into liquid and sliding down your skin. You were sure you looked an absolute wreck with your tear-stained cheeks and reddened nose, but that didn’t concern you at all. The only thing you could hang onto was Jin’s words, just short of a confession.
But you had to be sure. You weren’t settling for five words that could mean a thousand other things while arranged the same way. “The one from before,” you more stated than questioned, “Where is she now.”
Seokjin never broke his gaze, doing an incredible job of keeping tears at the edges of his eyes. Heavy breaths caused his chest to swell with each pass. Voice low, he finally, finally caved, “She’s the one on the polaroid I have in my room.”
The entire conversation from last night struck you like a freight train. So many realizations hit you at once and you didn’t know how your trembling legs were keeping you upright.
It was you. He was talking about you.
Your coat smothered your limbs like a cage, your whole being rattling inside like an animal starved.
That was what he was truly hiding from you. That was what he had buried deep down into his chest. And you couldn’t blame him one bit after you realized it was exactly what you were holding from him, too.
No matter the reason, you still kept your own truth hidden. It occurred to you then that you couldn’t be angry - that would just be hypocrisy. There was bravery in confession, and even more so to someone you no longer were allowed to feel that way about.
You were the one that forced the truth out of Seokjin, and now you only felt like a coward.
Movement in front of you snapped your vision back into focus. He was getting up to leave. Why was he leaving?
“I knew this would happen,” he said, his voice strained. “I’ll go. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable.”
Oh. He assumed your silence was from guilt. Guilt that you didn’t feel the same. And he was about to walk out with that egregious misconception. What an absolute fool.
But no matter how hard you tried, the words wouldn’t budge from the back of your teeth.
You had two choices here. One, you told him. You laid everything out and you admitted that you felt the same. Then tomorrow, he would leave your life and you may not see him again for years. And you tried this before - being in two separate schools and living different lives while holding onto your relationship. It obviously didn’t work last time, and you still saw him from time to time. This situation would be a thousand times harder.
Which brought you to the second option: you let him go. You let him leave without telling him how you felt. Rip the bandage off right there and then. Leave him to pursue his dream, and with that the freedom to go and find someone else to love. Was that what you wanted? Was this your own sick version of loving him? All the villains in the universe would applaud you as you lied to his face while telling him not to give up. How fucking cruel would that be?
“Seokjin,” you called out, and your chest subtly heaved when he turned to stone by the door. His broad back remained still as you took a step towards him, and only after you roamed your eyes over his shoulders did you notice small movements. But he didn’t face you. It was almost as if he didn’t want to.
Agony consumed your entire being as you made your decision.
You shut your eyes, clenched your jittering fingers into hard fists.
“See you at the campfire,” you whispered, your voice unfamiliar even to yourself.
The only response you got was the soft opening and closing of your door.
Compared to last night’s lion of a snow storm, tonight was but a mere cub. There were small flakes here and there taking their time to descend, and the fixtures from inside the lodge were the only light source beside the fire pit you were approaching downstairs.
Situated in the center of your friends, the flames danced across their jovial smiles as they passed bottles around. The drinks weren’t the lodge’s, but the ones you all brought and snuck out of the rooms - the telltale green glass was enough of a hint.
After Seokjin left, it took you a couple minutes to let everything out, and about thirty minutes crying into Rin’s shoulder once she witnessed your crumpled form on the floor. She listened to your recap of the conversation and Jin’s final secret, and through broken sobs you told her you couldn’t tell him yours. When she asked why, you told her your reasoning. When she called you an idiot, you wholeheartedly agreed and cried even harder.
But you still stuck with your decision. It was for the best. You loved him so much that you wanted what was best for him, and that was to let you go.
“Promise me one thing,” Rin murmured, earning a nod from you. “Only go through with it if you know you won’t regret it.”
A sharp pain sliced through you then, but you acquiesced. “I won’t.”
She then grabbed your Polaroid from the bed. It was Namjoon’s idea to bring it to the campfire once he heard you brought it on the trip. “Are you okay with this?”
“Yeah,” you gulped, regarding the old piece of the past with heavy eyes. Seokjin confessed to you with the help of that camera. You weren’t okay with the mere idea of touching it. “Yeah, it’s fine. I want everyone to enjoy themselves tonight, so. Yes.”
Even if that meant you suffered. This was Seokjin’s last trip with everyone, not just you. Why keep them from making good memories just because you were a walking dark cloud?
You reached the bottom of the rickety stairs, the squeaky noises catching the attention of the boys. Most of them raised their bottles to you, but you caught Jin staring at the fire instead.
If you got through this night in one piece, it would be a miracle.
Namjoon stood as you and Rin settled into your seats. “Okay. Since we’re all here now, I say we start.”
As everyone gave their cheers, the eldest just looked confused. “Start what?”
“Something for you,” Yoongi explained, his body already comfortable in his Adirondack. “Since you aren’t joining us for these anymore.”
“Ah, yah,” Seokjin protested, “You don’t need to do anything—”
“Don’t lie, you already love this,” Jimin cut in, all smiles despite the companion bruises and cuts on his face to Jin’s. “Although, your opinion may change in a second.”
Jungkook paused his leg bouncing to shout, “Let hyung explain!”
You smiled as the group settled, but noticed that Jimin was looking at you strangely. You didn’t have time to process it, though, since Namjoon headed things off while a bottle rested against his chest, “Jin-hyung. We just want you to know that we’re proud of you. Even though we may not see you for awhile, you’ll be in our hearts and on our minds. Starting tomorrow, you’re already Dr. Kim to us, so I say we all call you by name tonight.”
Laughter and claps filled the air, drowning out Seokjin’s weak protests.
Namjoon cleared his throat to calm the air, and you watched small flakes catch in his hair as he continued, “We’ll each do two things: give you advice, and ask for advice. Since you’re clearly educated, we figured you’d have a lot to say.”
“Oh, I’m just lucky.”
“And keep sharp, everyone. Miss Photographer over there will be taking pictures.” Namjoon nodded at you, and you gave a short smile while holding up the Polaroid. You were fine doing this; behind the lens was your safe space.
The boys and Rin slowly got through their questions and advice, and you were shocked by how insightful Seokjin was being. You never truly realized the magnitude of his intelligence. Every person around the campfire hung on his every word, and it didn’t help that you all took a swig after every good point he made - many, many times. You diligently fired away on your camera, making sure to get Seokjin with everyone so they could all have a moment captured with him.
When Jimin’s turn came, he shot you a glance before looking at your ex. “Jin. That sounds weird to say. Jin-hyung.” He looked at the ground before continuing, and you knew it was to compose himself. “My advice to you… Sorry,” he buried his head in his elbow for a brief moment. Yoongi looked away.
“I kinda gave you advice already,” Jimin trudged on, “And you took it. So, my next piece of advice would be to, uh, keep going.”
You were rooted to your chair. Seokjin didn’t spare you a single glance during that exchange, but you knew it was about you. It had to be how he ended up at your door earlier. He even said Jimin was the one responsible for his wounds.
“Thank you, Jimin,” Jin replied. “As for my advice to you, it’s okay to let people figure things out on their own. You don’t have to put it on yourself to be the one that keeps people together. If something ends up breaking, you’re going to think it’s your fault.”
Jimin regarded him with watery eyes before nodding and wiping his freezing tears. And when he looked your way, he saw you only looking at Seokjin. Your face was slowly cracking, and the shadows in your facade were exacerbated by the flames.
It was your turn; everyone else went. The Polaroid felt like a boulder on your thighs.
You blinked before setting the camera down and clutching your bottle. Since Seokjin was on the other side of the fire, you had to stand to see him, your tenseness on full display.
What could you possibly say in that moment that he wanted to hear? That he was willing to listen to? You were certain you took his heart and slammed it into the ground earlier. It would be better if you just didn’t say anything.
“Seokjin,” you started, pausing to collect yourself. “My advice to you is to forget the advice I gave you before.”
Several pairs of eyes looked at you then. Even Jin finally regarded you, the most aware of what you were referring to.
“What I’m trying to say is: it’s okay to give up sometimes, because not everything that you want to happen is going to happen. There will be times you will just have to let things go. And that’s okay. Because maybe letting things go would end up for the best.”
Jimin’s eyes bore into your soul. He sat so still that it put all the statues throughout history to shame.
Seokjin grabbed his bottle with both hands, elbows resting on his knees. “Interesting advice.” His eyes danced as they took in the warm flames. “I might even follow it.”
Both of your lungs threatened to give out at his words. Your hands almost dropped the glass you were barely clinging to, but you never looked away from Jin. It was as if your attention was chained to his body, your soul weighed down by his earlier confession and now his possible break.
If he followed your advice, shouldn’t you be happy? It’s what you wanted in the end, right? You would let him go, and he wouldn’t look back.
Snow drifted onto everyone’s chairs and the fire crackled in front of you. A small breath left you in a wisp of white. Warmth did its best to help you, but the cold was too strong. No amount of fire in the world could melt your icy conscience - you truly left Seokjin in the dark. He practically admitted that he loved you, and in return you gave him nothing. Of course he would consider your advice.
“But I like the sound of not giving up. It has a ring to it that exists beyond the sound it makes when someone says it,” he cut himself off, the silence deafening. Inside, bells rang in your head. What was he implying? Seokjin’s voice was as clear as blue skies when he continued, “So, I guess I’m stealing your advice and giving it to everyone here.”
Your gaze shifted to the side as everyone turned towards Seokjin. This was something you weren’t prepared to digest. Settling back down into your chair, you tried to even out your breathing and neutralize your shaking fingers.
Your feelings were warring with each other in a confusing battle. If you wanted him to follow your advice, why were you relieved when he said he liked not giving up? Did that mean you hoped he still waited for you? Years and years and years from now?
“Take it from me: don’t give up,” he advised. “But what I mean by that is to not give up until you’re happy.”
Guilt squeezed your eyes shut, clamping your lids down. He was going to wait. Love was the one thing he wanted to be happy. And you held your love for him tightly in your hands, behind your back and hidden from sight.
But even still, in the midst of your silent rejection, this man wasn’t letting go. Without saying the words, Seokjin was going to wait for you. Because he still loved you.
This was too hard.
“To being happy,” Jimin boisterously cheered, startling everyone and causing your bones to rattle. His glass remained high in the air, and everyone joined in with their own proclamations.
“To being happy,” you whispered alongside the others, quickly taking a swig.
Yoongi was the next one to pipe up as he declared, “Okay, now that all that’s done, let’s just drink for fuck’s sake.”
Amongst the laughter and “thank god”s thrown about, you quickly downed the rest of your drink like it was your lifeline. You needed more than liquid courage to get through the rest of the night. The camera by your feet was snatched up by Jungkook before Taehyung could get to it, and you prayed to every higher power that they kept it in one piece.
As everyone made their way back to their rooms, you noticed Seokjin joking and laughing with the others like normal. It was a continuation of the rest of the night, since after the advice conversation it was nothing but fun. Your Polaroid almost ran out of film, for one, but watching everyone fight over the photos was entertainment in itself. There were digs toward Jin until he turned red, jabs thrown at Jimin’s fragile emotional state, and Rin’s warm laughter coating everything in a soft glow.
And it was a bittersweet event. There was nothing more you wanted than to capture that moment and place it in a snowglobe. The world wouldn’t interfere with your friends, and none of you would ever leave.
Seokjin was about to head up the stairs to tuck in for the night. Full of soju and stupidity, you blurted, “Leaving already?”
He stilled before turning toward you. “Oh. Yeah.” He regarded you with a look you couldn’t completely decipher. “Long day tomorrow.”
“Right,” you replied, hating the sudden hollowness you felt. Or didn’t feel.
“Well… Good night.” Seokjin tapped the banister twice before heading up, and you softly wished him good night before speedwalking to your room. You were only tipsy, so the fast trip didn’t bother you. The camera in your hands kept your center balanced the whole way back.
By some strange miracle, you kept it together the whole time after everyone’s campfire speeches. You imagined yourself as an ice sculpture, surrounded by the guests of honor. Everyone gave you a glance and thought nothing else of you. They could only see composure and poise. Only when they got closer could they see you slowly melting, rivulets of remorse cascading down your entire frame.
Rin was in the middle of her skincare routine when you entered your room. As soon as she heard your footsteps, she made a noise indicating she had something to say. The product around her mouth didn’t let her yet, though. Which meant you had to wait.
You stood in the doorframe of the bathroom, vision spinning just a smidge. This was probably a talk you didn’t want to have, but you gave your friend her podium. It was only fair. Her serious talks were few and far between.
But she didn’t have much to say when she finished getting ready for bed. In fact, she only said three sentences.
“It’s 11 o’clock,” she stated plainly, her tone indicating she was done with the calmer approach. Bluntness was more her style.
“Okay?”
“We leave at 7 in the morning.”
“And?”
“It means you have eight hours to decide how you’re going to feel for the next ten years.”
Silence.
All you could respond with was silence.
Dead air. Sober. You were sober now. In that moment, you may have held your breath for a century. Too many thoughts flooded your brain, from past memories at a carnival to future images of an empty apartment with a bed fit for one.
It was stark. Blank. There wasn’t going to be a future with Seokjin, no matter what you said.
But when Rin put it that way, would you feel better if he knew the truth? Or would you keep this idiotic stance and lock your feelings away forever?
For the third time that night, your fingers rattled. Rin took them into her comforting palms.
“Go,” she murmured, and she smiled as she witnessed you burst into the hall.
Your strides were incredibly long as you hurried down the corridor. The doors blurred on either side of your vision, the pattern of the floor elongated with your fast pace. Your camera thudded into your chest over and over. Step after step after step got faster and faster as your anxiousness bubbled into your brain. The last turn before the stairs made you skid, and you rushed up the rickety steps. Your heart was thrumming, scratching at your chest to set it free.
When you got to his door, you were certain you woke sleeping neighbors with your rapid knocking. But you couldn’t stop yourself. Nothing could possibly stop you now.
You had no plan. There wasn’t time to think. All you wanted was to see him. All you could think about was letting everything out. Eight hours. You had eight hours.
Seokjin tugged the door open, pausing mid-swing when he saw your face. He looked so beautiful. Full of warmth. Like home.
“Jinnie.”
You didn’t mean to call him that, but you didn’t take it back. You weren’t taking anything back anymore. His eyes roamed over your features multiple times, searching for any indication that this was a dream. But it wasn’t. The words finally slipped from your lips.
“I’m not following your advice. Or my own.”
His eyebrows furrowed, but you pushed on.
“I’m giving up. But I’m giving up because I can’t let you go.” When Seokjin stared at you, it was impossible to look away.
His response came out in a rush, “What are you… what are you saying?”
“I’m saying I love you.” You huffed out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Damn it, I— I just love you. I love you so much it hurts.”
A shaky exhale left you at the look on his face. The quick descent into realization formed in the corners of his eyes, tears pooled at the edges before quickly streaming down his cheeks, collecting at the crux of his chin. Glassy orbs bore straight into your soul in search of answers, of truth. And if he wanted those answers, you already admitted the biggest one, so words were easier to come by.
“I’ve felt this way ever since our trip last year,” you started, slowly inching toward the wreck of a man. Not like you fared any better with the streaks forming on your own cheeks. “And I know it’s the stupidest thing to tell you now since you’re leaving, and we failed at long distance before, but--”
Seokjin breathed out your name, and his next words would stay imprinted in your mind forever. “I still want to try. And I’ll try as many times as you’ll let me.”
“I know. I know that now,” you whispered.
Passion and warmth bloomed in your chest, spiraling out into the far reaches of your limbs. Hundreds of nights imagining him accepting you again didn’t prepare you for this feeling. Nothing was holding you back; your walls came crashing down.
You finally broke and shielded your face in your hands, and you felt sturdy arms shield you from the world. The cruel, beautiful world that brought you two together right before he disappeared from your life again. You cried, and sobbed, and wheezed. The elation from his confession only magnified the pain of his departure.
You felt the weight of the Polaroid leave your chest as Seokjin lifted it from your neck. “Come inside,” Seokjin whispered into your hair, earning a hiccup from your chest. “Please.”
It was only then that you noticed you were still out in the hall. A small nod from you was all he needed to guide you into his room, and your throat constricted at the bags lying open on the bed.
Seokjin was already packing. Packing while thinking he was going to go through the same thing he went through last time. You felt absolutely sick. How could you even think of doing this to him? If there was a way to make it all up to him, you would do it. “I didn’t want to tell you before,” you confessed, burying your nose into his chest. “But that was wrong of me. You almost left without knowing. I’m so sorry.”
Strong, lean fingers traveled through your hair as your camera was placed on a table. The heavy clunk it made reached your ears, and a whisper followed. “I didn’t want to tell you, either. You don’t need to apologize.”
“If I told you earlier, we would’ve had more time. Now I’m just sad.”
“Look at me.” Jin caressed the back of your head, naturally lifting your gaze. His watery eyes took yours in, and he leaned forward to kiss the top of your hair. “We still have tonight, so if we’re going to be sad, let’s wait until after.”
“But you’re crying, too,” you observed, feeling slightly better from his words. How Seokjin was able to have that effect on you, you would never understand.
A light huff from him made you melt. “That’s because I’m so happy,” he confessed, softly laughing again and wiping his eyes with both hands.
He was happy. Seokjin was happy. You looked at the growing smile under his fingers, and you had no choice but to grin and join in his laughter.
Not because it was funny. But because it was unbelievable. You were able to gift him the last piece he was missing - he was finally able to find that happiness. How were you about to deny that from him? Now it seemed unfathomable.
When you looked at his hands again, you noticed there were lingering cuts. Worry washing over you, you cradled one in your palms and asked as Seokjin looked at you, “Should I take care of this, too?” Though the man had more than enough knowledge on playground injury care, you still offered because you wanted to be there for him in any possible way.
He replied instantly, “I took care of everything. Jimin, too. You saw him being his usual self earlier.”
“He said he’d give you hell if you didn’t talk to me on this trip. I didn’t think he would go this far, though.” You reached up to run a thumb along the small gash on Seokjin’s cheek, the blood drying into a deep red. “I’ll make him regret it later.”
Jin leaned into your touch, causing sparks in your skin. “Don’t,” he whispered, “He’s the reason I ended up at your door.”
You just nodded and lost yourself in the feel of his soft face. It was incredibly smooth under your fingers, even better than when you held his cheeks all those years ago. To think that this man loved you ever since then, and continued to do so until now, was unbelievable. But it was true, and no amount of words could account for how you felt about that.
Those eyes overflowing with adoration and affection were solely for you, and diving into them felt like being immersed in sunlit waters.
“Can I kiss you?”
The simple question took you by surprise, but you gazed at his lips. They only looked inviting, so who were you to deny him? “Please,” you sighed, and your eyelids closed shut at his pillowy touch.
Color sprang from your heart at his confession, but heat burst from your chest at his kiss. The moment his lips met yours, every worry wrapped around your conscience snapped in two. Vines of doubt, regret, and anxiety withered under the warmth of Seokjin’s touch. It was cleansing. Powerful. Searing.
A hand captured the back of your neck, and Jin took advantage of your gasp by dragging his tongue around the edge of your lips, a wordless plea to let him in. You gave in immediately, leaning forward and deepening the kiss, roping his tongue and eliciting a groan.
Heat rushed between your legs and you echoed his sound with a soft moan of your own. Unwittingly, your hands found their way to Seokjin’s chest and you reveled in the feel of him under the thin material of his shirt. Without breaking your lips from his, you skirted the cotton hem with your fingers.
Jin knew what you wanted, and his grin against your mouth only made you flush with desire. He broke from your lips to fully remove his shirt, and seeing his bare chest wiped the air from your lungs. You could only stare as you took in the lines of his solid build, wondering how the hell he had the time to achieve that look.
Seokjin smirked at your reaction, tossing his top and hauling the bags off his bed while you were taking time to process everything. “Do I need to charge you?”
You shook your empty head like a zombie. Your brain was currently mush, purely focused on the way his muscles rippled and slid against the confines of his skin. “No, don’t. I didn’t bring any money with me.”
Laughter erupted from the other side of the bed. After Seokjin placed the last bag on the floor, he straightened and clarified, “I meant plug you in. You seem to be buffering over there. Low battery?”
“Shut up and get on the bed,” you teased, shrugging off the coat you still had on. You didn’t even get to change since coming in from the campfire.
“Shut up and get on the bed, yes,” Seokjin fired back mercilessly as he sat on the comforter. He knew exactly how to push you. Even though you laughed, you made you way over to him and stood between his legs.
You were silent then. No matter how happy you were, his departure tomorrow was weighing on you. The time you had with him was short.
You wanted to make the most of it. Bringing your hand up to his face, you made sure to lightly skim over his gashes before mapping the rest. You wanted to ingrain every curve, every dip, every feature into memory. Every second was precious. The polaroid you had of him would still be no match for the real thing. If only you could capture the warmth of someone and keep it frozen in time.
Sure fingers clasped your hand, and Seokjin softly pulled you closer. Your first instinct was to rush in and hug him for dear life, and he immediately did the same to you, snatching the breath from your lungs and tugging tears from your ducts. You buried your face into his neck, inhaling his familiar scent and lamenting all the time you spent worrying over the smallest things.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” Seokjin whispered, squeezing your heart.
“I know,” you choked. You didn’t have much else to say.
“I just want to make sure we use it to do what you want.”
You loosened your hold on him, astonished by his consideration. The growing bulge under his pants was more than screaming his wants. You felt it ever since the first kiss. But even still, he wanted to accommodate you. Your needs before his.
It just made you fall for him even more.
Reaching down to skim your fingers along his cock straining against his pants, you hovered your lips over his neck. “I want you,” you whispered before descending upon the smooth expanse of skin and earning a groan.
Without warning, Seokjin tightened his arms around you. In one smooth motion, he effortlessly lifted you to straddle his thighs. You didn’t have time to think as he followed up with grabbing your head, pulling you down for another heated kiss. Your fingers latched onto his shoulders, scraping them when he thrust his tongue into your mouth.
“Don’t do that yet,” he grunted, and you didn’t need to ask why after feeling a twitch in his jeans.
You obeyed for the time being, cupping his neck with both hands. When you rolled your body against his, the hard feel of his stomach made you whimper. It was when you settled back on his hardness that your eyes widened. You were sure he was aching despite his silence. Maybe you could help him out a bit. “Jinnie,” you whispered, a firm hand on his chest, “Lie back for me.”
“I love hearing that again,” Seokjin admitted through a content smile, starting a fire across your cheeks. He leaned back after giving you another peck, and you plucked yourself from his thighs to take your shoes off.
But time was your biggest motivator to strip most of your clothes at that moment - not just your boots. Your pants were first, followed by your sweater, and finally your shirt. The whole time, Seokjin stayed propped on his elbows, watching you intently. He couldn’t hide the adoration in his eyes even if he tried. As he watched you stand there in nothing but your set, he smiled. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you whispered in return. “Still not as great as you, though.” You started unbuttoning his jeans before he could defend his stance, and he lifted his lower body to help you shrug them off with his underwear. When Seokjin’s thick cock sprung free, your heart jumped at the sight. It had been so long since you felt it, tasted it, rode it. Was he thinking the same? Taking his velvety length in your hand for the first time in a long time, you felt a burst of confidence at its familiarity and his response.
“Baby,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Please.”
You didn’t need another word. At the sound of the familiar pet name, you already started hovering over his cock, admiring how pretty it was before diving in. Licking around the head, you used the slick to glide your mouth far down his shaft, rolling your hand along the bottom to coat the rest.
Seokjin jolted at the sudden pleasure, and you felt a pang in your heart. You wanted him to remember this night. And you were much more experienced than you were before, though you would only get so much time to prove your growth.
Coming up for air, you used your hand to gather the rest of your spit and slide it down his cock, rubbing it a few times before diving down again. The stilted, garbled noises coming from your filled mouth were even getting your own underwear soaked, but they weren’t a match for Seokjin’s. His delicious grunts and moans sent you close to the edge. They were deeper than you remembered, and he wasn’t one to shy away from showing you how turned on and pleasured he was feeling.
The prominent veins of his cock were the roads along which your tongue traveled, and you made sure to love them all in between stuffing him fully in your warm mouth. He was so big, but you wanted to take every inch, tears welling in your eyes with your efforts.
You fought through even when you felt him rock the back of your throat. Seokjin took that moment to sit up, causing tears to leak fully down your cheeks at the deeper thrust. His hands dove into your hair, but he didn’t force your head down. Instead, they tugged you off his cock, and he gazed down lovingly at your wrecked expression. Jin’s voice dipped an octave and came out coated in sin as he asked, “Can you go a little more for me, beautiful?”
Your body tingled on instinct. You nodded and, when he smiled, you gripped his drenched dick in your fingers before descending your mouth onto his balls. Seokjin bucked his hips forward in a jolt as you grinned, lapping at his salty skin and delighting in the tremulous groans rolling down your back. Your hand squeezed the tip of his shaft before you straightened again, taking his cock captive without pause.
“Shit,” he grunted, his long fingers diving into your hair. His hands still didn’t push you down further, oddly, so you took the initiative and plunged down yourself.
The feel of his cock in your mouth was so familiar. It was almost second nature how easily you sucked him off, knowing when to hollow your cheeks and pull him further down the abyss of ecstasy. When to sink further and hum, ripping a delicious sound from his throat. Even when to bob and swirl your head around, effectively shutting down his ability to function.
It was then that you chose to really bring it home. You breathed through your nose as you took more and more of him in, even after you couldn’t breathe anymore. You felt your nose hit this pubic bone, and the long moan you got from Seokjin was worth the burn in your throat. His fingers tightened around your head, but when you came up gasping for air he didn’t stop you.
“Come here,” is all he said, tugging you up to straddle him again. A trail of saliva swung from your lips as you came up, but you paid it no mind. If anything, it added to the building lust inside your bones. Your panties were absolutely drenched by now, so dragging your core along Seokjin’s cock caused both of you to twinge. “Fuck,” he gasped, fueling your heat.
“Jinnie, please,” you whimpered, your voice hoarse. You wanted everything from him at once. You were getting impatient, and the overwhelming time pressure was stressing you the hell out. “I need you, please.”
Suddenly, everything stopped as Seokjin cradled your chin and swiped the spit from your lips. “You have me,” he assured you. “You have all of me.” He kissed your nose. “And you’ll have me for a very long time.”
Relenting, you leaned into his touch. “Now is what I’m concerned about.”
“I know,” he agreed before kissing you again. “I just wanted you to know the rest.”
“Okay,” you whispered before capturing his full lips with your own. When you felt him wrapping his arms around you, your heart leaped into your throat. When you felt him shift the both of you to lower you onto the bed, you already knew fresh tears were waiting behind your eyes.
With great care, Jin slipped your underwear off your smooth legs. Your bra was deftly unhooked next - not without an eyebrow raise from you and a wink from him - and tossed from the bed.
Staring at your naked form, Seokjin appeared completely lost in thought. It got to the point where you felt like covering yourself, but when you attempted to he swiftly denied any insecurity. “Don’t keep this from me,” he whispered. “I want to remember everything.”
You kept it together until then. Something in you broke and you softly choked on a cry. So he was thinking the same as you. This was the last night for a long time.
Starting from your shoulder, he kissed his way down along your neck, your collarbone, your chest. Taking one breast in one hand, he swirled his tongue around the nipple of the other. You gasped from the sudden burst of pleasure, which made Seokjin repeat the motion on the other side. He then lightly sucked on the nipple, releasing it with a small pop.
You wanted to close your eyes and lose yourself in the waves of pleasure he was giving you, making his way down your body. But you wanted to relive this night again and again. So you had to keep your eyes on him. Only him. His mouth’s searing heat as it kissed along your stomach, and the stark cold left behind when he moved on. His soft touch as he gently pried your legs open, and dark, lust-filled eyes as he stared at your dripping entrance. You wanted to remember the way he kissed along your legs, nipping in some places to make you gasp. The way his beautiful lips connected with your heat in a reverent kiss before his tongue explored inside. Each flick of his tongue, squeeze of his fingers on your legs, noise from his lips. How you loved him through every second of him worshipping you.
As soon as he brought his fingers up to caress your folds while sucking on your clit, you had to stop him. It was too much. You wanted to feel him when you broke.
Seokjin wordlessly obeyed as he crawled above you. You pulled him down for a kiss, not caring how he tasted. Your hands then went to his shoulders as he positioned himself at your entrance.
“Are you still…”
“Yes,” you nodded, touched that he remembered. “I’m still on it.”
“Okay.” He swooped down to capture your lips, and when you clenched your fingers around his shoulders, he grunted. “Are you okay to take it all?”
“Go slow. For now,” you said, earning a nod. “It’s been awhile.”
Seokjin’s gaze was heavy as he prepared himself. “Same.”
At the initial push, you whooshed out a gasp. It had been way too long since you’d been with someone. The intrusion indeed hurt. Maybe you should have let him prep you more, in hindsight. But Seokjin was nothing but tender as he waited for you to adjust. Once you were okay, he steadily pushed out and in again, going deeper. Slowly but surely, you were able to fully take him in.
And the feel of him completely inside you was nothing like you’ve felt before. It was comfort. It was home. It was a perfect fit, and you wanted to stay like that forever.
“God,” Seokjin groaned, “I don’t want to leave this room.”
You chuckled, rolling your hips. “Hmm, pussy or Harvard. That’s a pretty tough one.”
“If it’s yours, Harvard can wait,” Seokjin grunted before sending your thoughts spiraling with a huge thrust. You outright whined at him, but he pulled out only to spear you again with one long motion. “You still like it rough, baby?”
Chills cascaded down your spine and pooled at the apex of your toes. This was the Seokjin you were waiting for. You wondered if he was still into that after witnessing everything he was doing for you beforehand. But oh, were you ready for the pivot. “Fuck, yes,” you moaned. “You know I do.”
“You still have your word?”
“Carousel, yes.”
“Good girl.” That was all Seokjin needed. Grabbing the top of the headboard behind you, he launched into a rough and relentless pace that had you seeing stars. You felt so full, yet so weightless as you let your body go limp. The feel of Seokjin’s cock slamming into you repeatedly would continue to exist for months after tonight, the ridges of it sliding along your walls never forgotten entirely. You needed as much as he could give, and he knew that.
Gripping one of your legs, he hauled it over his sweat-slicked shoulder and tilted himself to reach a deeper position, twisting his reddened face to plant kisses on your ankle. Mewl after mewl tumbled from your lips at the deep thrusts.
“Touch yourself for me, baby,” Jin commanded while still pounding into you, and you wouldn’t dream of disobeying. Your fingers went straight for your jiggling breasts, teasing your nipples and tugging them for his blown out eyes. You moaned, and smirked when you saw Seokjin beginning to lose himself.
His tell was his scrunched eyebrows, and his eyes shifting down to watch his cock ram into your tight cunt. You still knew, after years.
You fell into complete ecstasy when he reached down with his free hand to rub your clit between your bodies, loving the way the veins in his arms protruded. Imagining licking along them all made you moan. And you didn’t care if the people around you heard. All of your mewls, moans, whines - they were all for Jin. He could have all of you again and again.
After one particularly deep thrust, he tugged his cock out, leaving your walls fluttering around an agonizing emptiness. “Turn around. On your knees.”
“Holy fuck, yes,” you rasped. He wasn’t letting the night go to waste at all.
Before you even assumed the next position, you felt a hand come down on your ass. The smack jolted you forward in pain, with pleasure settling in its wake.
“So pretty,” Seokjin whispered, ghosting his hand over the spot he spanked. He gave it another smack before gripping your ass cheeks apart. You assumed he was roving his eyes over your drenched core. “And still so wet.”
“Just for you,” you affirmed.
“Just for me,” he repeated before adjusting his knees on the bed to get closer. “But you might be too loud tonight, baby. I’m going to need silence from you this time.”
Shit. You were never, ever good at this part. But you nodded. What you weren’t expecting right away was the initial stroke to be rough, right down to the hilt. You cried out immediately, earning you a harsh spank.
Seokjin’s sudden laugh made you chuckle in embarrassment. He breathily joked, “Out of practice?”
“Something like that,” you admitted, your elbows and grin lost in the sheets. “I’m rusty.”
“Okay, let’s just do this then.” Jin leaned forward, stretching over you. You groaned at the feel of his solid chest on your soft back, your eyes rolling into your head feeling him completely mold into you for a moment. He got a fluffy pillow from the other side of the bed and let your head rest on it. “Can you bite this for me, my love?”
The new name spread wildfire across your face. “Yes. That I can do,” you assured him. When you had the material securely in your mouth, you nodded to signal he could continue.
“Good girl.” And continue Seokjin did. He went right back into the dominant Jin he loved being, and the one you loved being with. There was no mercy in his thrusts, stroke after stroke after stroke. If you lifted your back a little or lowered your butt, he smacked your supple flesh and corrected you instantly. “Ass up, baby.”
With Jin’s relentless pace, your body went limp and hung on by a thread. Loosening up allowed for even more of his cock, and your muffled moans started getting louder the closer and closer you got to the edge. You could feel your core tightening, threatening to unleash the pent up tension.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Seokjin praised, feeling your walls squeeze around him. “Do you want to come like this?”
You hastily shook your head. You wanted to see him when you came. And if you remembered correctly, he loved seeing your face when it happened, as well.
“Too bad,” he chuckled darkly, and you almost came undone right then. “Guess you’ll have to come again the way you want to later.” Reaching under you, he toyed with your clit as he kept the pace from behind.
You let go of the pillowcase as you kicked your head back in a moan, your saliva trail slowly gravitating toward the sheets. Seokjin only let you breathe for a second before pushing your head back down into the thin material. “Make noise again and you won’t come at all.”
Fuck. You bit hard into the pillow, tears forming at the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself losing control. His fingers felt divine on your bundle of nerves, his dick sliding through your folds over and over and over. The hand he placed on your head smoothed over your hair before bunching it and tugging. You reared back, dots swimming in your vision. “God, I want to choke you. Can I do that, my love?”
You released the pillow from your mouth again. His consideration was top notch tonight. Too much? You couldn’t decide or really care. “Yes, just do it. Do anything. Please. I’m so close.”
“Mm. Then cover your mouth.” Before you could follow his command, Seokjin pulled you up by a shoulder to be flush against his front. Sweat coated your back and your ass, causing you to slide down his chiseled stomach while speared on his cock. A strong hand wrapped around your throat, and the fingers that were teasing your clit mercilessly now ventured into the front of your folds.
One of your hands shot up to clamp over your mouth right before you let out a long groan. You loved when he took control, and when he lost control. If both happened at the same time, it was heaven.
You could barely last on your knees as his dick slammed up into you repeatedly. The hand around your airway was tight but only just, his praises in your ear being the real culprit of your stolen breath. Your pussy clenched harshly around his length, and you knew from the tight coil in your body that you were seconds from euphoria.
Seokjin felt it instantly. “Come, baby.” And as soon as he relinquished your throat did you give in, waves of pleasure coursing through you and a white burn shimmering in your lungs. It seemed endless. Ripple after ripple thrummed through your body, your joints slowly unlocking from their initial freeze. Behind you, Seokjin groaned and sang sweet nothings in your ear, his arms wrapping around your chest in a scorching embrace.
The high ebbed, but did not completely recede. You knew Jin still needed release, so you kissed his wrist next to your shoulder and whispered, “I want to see you now.”
“Whatever you need.” Seokjin slowly unsheathed himself, and you felt a slight pain. You watched as he positioned his back on the headboard. He knew what you wanted to do.
You made your way over to him and hovered over his length. Locking your hazy eyes with his dark set, you kissed him lazily as you languidly sank back onto him. Seokjin groaned when you didn’t use your hand as a guide beforehand. And frankly, that turned you on, too.
“You’re so tight still,” he grunted, his hands coming up and grabbing your ass before settling on your hips.
You rolled your hips before finding a rhythm. “You’re just big,” you mock complained, earning a deep chuckle.
“Aww. You sound. So. Sad,” he teased, thrusting up into you to punctuate each word. Your mewls were welcome now since he was done with his role. Now he could just sit back and enjoy your show for him. And occasionally torture you.
You found your rhythm again, rougher with him now with your hands in his dark, sweaty locks. One of your hands dropped onto his chest and raked down his breast, eliciting a higher moan than normal.
The sound caused heat to pool between your legs again, and you upped the pace. Your thighs burned from the exertion, but you kept yourself distracted by diving into Jin’s neck and nipping in multiple places. His arms left your hips to wrap around your back, and your breath faltered as he took over again.
Seokjin was close. He was always close when his limbs locked hard into place. His upward thrusts were fast and hard, and you could only moan in his ear and take him in. The coil that released once tonight was tightening again, and you murmured in his ear that you were close.
Seokjin only needed to kiss you like his life depended on it for you to unravel again. The wave was weaker than last time, but it could still cover mountains. Your head felt light, dancing above the clouds with no intention of coming down. You pushed yourself from his lips, allowing him to see your flushed chest and reddened cheeks. The second orgasm faded and loosened your limbs, but your heart felt completely connected to his, your soul nestled into the comfort of his tender embrace. “I love you,” you sighed, and you immediately felt a huge twitch between your folds.
“Lie down, baby. I’m close.”
“It’s okay,” you whispered, cradling his cheek. “Come inside me, Jinnie. I wanna feel you.”
“Shit,” he grunted. His thrusts descended into madness. Your heart rattled at the sight of his dusted red cheeks, sweaty neck, heaving chest. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, and the one you would overturn stars to find should you ever lose him again.
When he gazed down at your joined sex, you took in the wet strands of hair on his forehead. When he kicked his head back against the headboard to look at you with lidded eyes, you bit your swollen lips. This wonderful man was your lover, your ex, your friend, and now your lover again. Only this time, you truly loved him back. And you wanted to think back to this moment forever.
Tears sprung into your eyes as he pulled you in for a searing kiss, and his orgasm released into you in spurts. The thrusts he made then were slow and powerful, and your body bobbed with the swells. You kissed him harder than necessary, almost willing to bruise your own lips on his. The longer you held his lips captive, the longer he couldn’t see your sorrow.
But Seokjin already felt the drops ping his chest. He just let you cry because that’s what you needed. Even when he broke from the kiss, he never said a word. He trailed kisses along your wet cheeks, your sweaty nose, and your glistening forehead. His poignant visage held nothing but stars, and it reminded you of the night you fell in love, crushing your spirit ever more.
Touch after touch after touch only coaxed more tears from your eyes. It felt never ending as you sat spent in his lap, still on his softening length. Sheer willpower was what caused you to finally speak, your voice hoarse, “We should clean up. You still need to pack and sleep.”
“We should, and I do,” he whispered. He patted your bum. “Can you get up by yourself?”
You nodded before extracting yourself from his firm thighs, lamenting the fact that human bodies had limits. As you waddled to the bathroom, you stumbled along the way, Seokjin softly chuckled while following you and steadying you when needed. Even when you shot empty glares at him, the smile in his eyes never left.
The rest of your time spent in his room consisted of silence and kisses. Ever the gentleman, he let you lie down on his bed while he used the other half for the bags to pack. It didn’t take him too long since he was organized from the jump, so when he was done he cleared the bed and joined you under the covers. When you felt a weight on your stomach, you looked down to see your camera dumped on the comforter.
Seokjin wrapped a strong arm behind your neck. “What do you call naked pictures taken with a Polaroid?”
“Oh, no.” You turned your head to face him. “What?”
“Just pictures. But that’s old nudes.”
You punished him by attacking his sides instantly, yanking a batch of honky laughs from him. Knowing your own weaknesses still, he unleashed his own parry, and it took a minute for the both of you to settle in a draw.
“Don’t tell me the only reason you brought this into the bed was to tell that horrid joke,” you chuckled, your head back to resting in your pillow.
“Nope. I wanna take one of us.”
After getting past all seven of your objections and excuses, Seokjin whittled your walls down and got you to agree. The end product existed on the last film in your Polaroid: a crooked snapshot of him kissing your cheek as you smiled with creased eyes, sheets held against your chest. And he conceded in letting you keep it after watching you clutch it lovingly in your fingers.
You immediately sought comfort in his embrace after setting the photo next to your phone on the nightstand, and he stole multiple kisses from you way after your eyes couldn’t stay open any longer.
“Get some sleep, my love,” Seokjin whispered.
And despite your sound of protest, you were pulled into the abyss of sleep right as you felt pillowy lips caress your forehead.
Rin-Rin [6:40am]: You’re lucky I love you. I packed your stuff and left out an outfit for you when you come down. Just don’t be late or I’ll drag you back down myself :)))
Jiminie [6:45am]: RISE N SHINE LOVEBIRDS
Rin-Rin [6:46am]: Oh, yeah, I may or may not have texted Jimin.
Jiminie [6:46am]: ABOUT TIME
Jiminie [6:46am]: !!!
Tae [6:47am]: jimins scream woke me up. i can only assume that means ill get to be an uncle soon. dont let me down i want this(:
Joonie [6:48am]: Aaaaaaaaaa !!!
Jiminie [6:48am]: And I know you want to yell at me for yesterday so I am ready for that whenever you are
Kook [6:50am]: <3
You smiled at your texts before locking your phone. Seokjin was already up and about, making sure everything was packed and accounted for. When he saw you stirring, he came over and surprised you with a kiss so deep that it revitalized your sagging emotional state. “Morning,” you chuckled, swinging your sore legs out of the sheets and wincing at the cold. “I need to head back down.”
“Yeah, Rin already sent the first round of threats. I’ll see you at the car, okay?”
You pecked him on the cheek after you slipped on your boots and grabbed your Polaroid. Stepping into the hallway, you kept reminding yourself to not completely lose it yet. There was still a whole car ride you got to have with him, and you were determined to slow down time however you could.
Your phone buzzed again, and you assumed Yoongi and Hoseok were just now waking up and getting the gossip. Checking your notifications only validated your guess.
Hobi [6:52am]: AHHHHH HAPPY FOR U~!!!
Hobi [6:52am]: ASLSKDJSKDHSKDJ
Yoongi [6:53am]: I’ll make sure to drag him back sometimes. It’s ludicrous to say that we’d never see him again. Drama queen. Anyways, happy for you. If you need anything, let me know.
Hobi [6:53am]: we’ll see seokjinnie again love. and if u miss him a lot then we can make sure you see him. im sure he’ll be missing u too
How you were able to win the friend lottery and meet these people, you had no clue. But you weren’t going to ever question the fact. All you would do was embrace your blessings and love them.
The car ride to the airport was long, but still much too short for your liking. Between the loving gazes you directed at Seokjin as he sang along to Taehyung’s music, the looks full of mirth Jimin gave the both of you from the backseat, and the laughter of both Rin and Taehyung, you were the happiest you’ve felt in a very long time.
Throughout the ride, you got the feeling that you were going to be okay. Seokjin was starting an insane adventure, but you were also going to be there every step of the way. Not just on the polaroid he decided to stash in his bag, but in his heart and on his mind like Namjoon said around the fire.
There were still plenty of ways to see each other and communicate. And since he technically didn’t start until next summer, that gave you plenty of time to see him before then. The many possibilities made you question your hesitation in the first place.
But none of that diminished how much of a struggle it was still going to be.
When the car rolled to a stop in the airport parking lot, your chest constricted. When everyone got their bags out of the cars and started the trek to the shuttles, your hands shook on your straps. As soon as everyone started saying their byes and separating to check into their airlines, you found it hard to breathe.
But a tender hand brushed through your hair, and plush lips connected with your forehead. In an instant, you felt okay again.
Seokjin’s calm voice slipped over your features. “Your flight leaves in two hours, right?” When you nodded, he continued, “Okay. Come shop with me before I have to go to my gate!”
You tried your best to keep a positive attitude while you watched Jin peruse different airport stores. When he would hold stuff up for you to approve, you would smile or dramatically turn things down. Even the cute neck pillow he really wanted got the dreaded rejection.
But that was only so you could pay for it when he wasn’t looking and surprise him. The huge laugh and grin you got in return was worth the trouble.
When it was time for Seokjin to head to his gate, you brought him in for a crushing hug. “Let me know when you land,” you demanded.
“Of course, honey,” he said through a smile.
“‘Honey,’ now?” You regarded him with a raised eyebrow. “You have so many nicknames for me. I can’t keep up. Do you have a favorite you could stick with?”
Seokjin rested his chin on your head. “Ah, I have a favorite. But it’s not true yet, so I shouldn’t use it.”
A fire ignited in your heart, the flames warming you from the inside. “And which one is that?”
“Would you look at the time!” Jin’s body heat left you in a rush as he stepped away, and your instinctual pout made him laugh outright. He cupped your chin for a kiss that rocked your whole being before pulling away. His eyes held galaxies in them when he stared into yours. “Guess you’ll have to wait for the answer to that one.”
“You’re a jerk, Jinnie,” you huffed, but you kissed him again. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“I really am. And I love you,” he responded. His hand came down to squeeze yours before he had to part. “I’ll let you know when I make it. Call me when you get home, okay?”
“Okay,” you replied, and you watched his long strides with a heavy heart and a hopeful mind.
As you told yourself again and again, you were going to be okay. It was going to be tough, it was going to be absolutely painful. But as long as you decided to keep loving each other, everything would work out.
You knew better than anyone that love was a choice. And for Seokjin, you would choose it a thousand times over.
And besides, the current state of technology was on your side. The possibilities of communication were too endless for you to dwell on the distance. Were there going to be days in which you only received one text? Most likely. Were there going to be weeks where you weren’t going to hear much from Seokjin at all? Definitely. But this time, unlike last time, you welcomed every bit of it. Your heart built a bridge to his that defied any sense of physical distance. On opposite sides, both of you were achieving success in your own ways. In the end, you would always come back to each other to celebrate together. Even though this was the last November trip you had with Seokjin, it was the beginning of many, many wonderful years to come.
It was later, while you were waiting for your own flight to finish boarding, that a message was sent to your phone.
Jinnie [12:04pm]: Attachment: 1 Image
You couldn’t help but grin. As you gazed lovingly at the picture of Seokjin smiling next to your polaroid, another one came in before you could respond.
Jinnie [12:05pm]: Until you’re really next to me, this will have to do. Don’t get too jealous!
You laughed to yourself, rolling your eyes while setting the image as your wallpaper. Locking your phone, you tapped the glass to see your screen light up, observing the picture again.
On a plane heading to another city entirely, Seokjin was doing the exact same thing. Except in his case, he was smiling down at a girl caught in mid-laughter, body aglow from the bright yellow lights of a spinning carousel behind her.
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Why... why he did this too you? Why you let him do this to you?
You're now seated on the couch of the commun area in the dormitories. All the boys in the house, some chatting, some cooking, some sleeping. People might think that the sleeping one is your boyfriend, Yoongi. But no... no no no. He's the devil that is currently on his phone, seeming so distracted controlling the vibrator you have in your panties by the app he installed this morning.
Anyone who laid eyes on him won't never, ever say that he's torturing you for the past 40 minutes, going up and down with the vibrations and intensities making you jump and hold back gasps and moans from his play time. Jungkook is trying to say something about this new camera he brought for the third time and you can't seem to focus because Yoongi choose it to set the vibrations to the maximum. You close your eyes and unconsciously hold Jungkook's hand, his eyes going wide - jungshock stile - fixed on your face that is contorting in pleasure behind the curtain of hair you're trying to hide behind.
A little gasp scape your lips while you cum so hard that you feel the gush of wetness smearing the top of your tights.
Yoongi is looking at you with an almost imperceptible little smile, knowing exactly what happened and taking pride in it. That little shit was mean, protective and lovable... and with a huge soft spot for you, but so mean.
You try to breathe calmly, as calm as possible, and not give any signs of what just happened and you're successful, except for the alert boy in front of you.
"Noona..." his voice is a whisper, a knowing one. Kind of timid at your sight, but you can hear the lust in it, lurking it's way into his mind. He just saw you cumming, give him a break.
"Kookie, I'm... " he interrupts you squeezing your hand in his. You lock eyes with him and his pupils are dilated, hia eyes dark and his cheecks assuming a lovely shade of red.
Before you can apologize with the boy, you hear your boyfriend's voice and he stop, standing behind Jungkook.
"Jungkookie, can I borrow Y/N for a minute?" His eyes don't lie, he knows what he's doing, those eyes move to yours, his silent command for you to move and go up stairs is well read by you.
"Kiddo, don't go too far. Hyung has something to show you." And with that he's taking you by your hand and walking up stairs to his shared room.
Jungkook is left stupefied, the image of your face and your hand squeezing his palm engraved in his mind.
Yoongi opens the door for you, always the gentleman, and once you're inside you hear the click of the lock loud and clear.
Oh no.. he was not going to do this here. Right?
"Yoongi." Your warning tone fill his ears.
His playfull eyes not following the severity that his grave voice wants to show.
"Yoongi? That's how you call me kitten?"
His tongue coming out to lick his lips, your eyes getting too entranced by the marvelous muscle. That thing can turn the most eloquent beings into nothing, into mumbling messes.
"I'm sorry daddy. It's just... I couldn't hold back until poor Kookie fineshed talking and he.."
His deep voice interrupts your thoughts, a low chuckle escaping his lips.
"Poor Kookie? Kitten, he's not a kid anymore and he's far from "poor" in this situation. I could see his dick hardening at your fucking face when you came. Can I blame him, though..? You look divine when you cum."
You could feel the blush warming your checks, your legs squeezing, your eyes darting from him to the floor. Your hear his steps coming to you, the feeling of his long finger curling in your chin to make your eyes find him.
"You like that tought kitten? Jungkookie all bothered because of you? Would you like to have him here, watching while I take you? - his finger start to lightly move down your neck to your collarbones - tell me kitten."
His soft command gets your brain working again, you can't tell him that you would like that... you're kinky, but Yoongi makes your shy side come to surface.
"Daddy..." you stutter your answer and Yoongi knows you like the back of his hand, being the quiet observer he is.
"No need to get nervous kitten, it's okay... always knew you've had a little exhibitionist inside of you -He gives you a slow peck on your lips- We gonna take care of this later."
His lips are back to yours in a hot, sensual kiss. Slow and languid, his tongue massaging yours and making you melt in his arms. You're getting lost in his talented lips until you let out a moan, quiet and low but still a moan, and you remember where you are and what you're doing. You get way from the kiss and hold your finger up, pressing on Yoongi's eager lips.
"Yoongi, no. Were not going to have sex here, with all the boys down there!"
You whisper to him and hurried manner.
"What? You want me to invite them here instead?" That damn smirk on his face again.
With your eyes bulged and a slap on his shoulder you answer back.
"Are you crazy?! Stop that, what the hell is wrong with you today?"
"I just want to make my babygirl feel good and enjoy her little naughty desires. But I'll take baby steps with you kitten, no need to worry. But first, a little punishment."
With he throws you on his bed, your body bouncing on the soft mattress.
"Punishment? I didn't d-" his lifted eyebrow makes your tongue freeze, seating on his bed now and waiting for his words to you.
"You didn't? I can make a list today kitten. First you cum without my command, then you forgot how to address me properly and you won't admit that you're drenched by the tought of being watched. The last one is not really a fault, but I'll help you to come at peace with it"
You could only cum without permission if he sayed so on the beginning of the session, what didn't happened today. Yoongi was not harsh on you when it come to this because he loves seeing you cum, but he was in the mood for some sweet discipline today.
You knew better, so you just nodded at him.
"Good girl. Now how should I punish you today my love?" He looks at you as if waiting a suggestion, but you know he already has a answer.
"Let's see how much you can take kitten..."
"But daddy... why can't we do this in your apartment. Do you remember how we could listen to Jimin and J/G/N last week? I don't want to be the topic from the week." You say to him, trying to convince yourself too.
"Kitten... you and I both know that it's quite the opposite. But you can be a good girl and stay quiet."
He walks to you and stand in front of the bed, lowering to give you a kiss. His lips are warm and wet, putting your guard down and making you melt again. He knows how to make you feel secure and he knows how important it is too, he doesn't want you uncomfortable. You push down the bed with and hands are fast to capture yours and secure them above your head. You stay like this for a while, his mouth exploring your neck and and your lips slowly, his tight pressing against your core sending little waves of pleasure that just make you want more. His hands get bolder and go to your breats, massaging it and feeling its weight in his hands. You're trying to keep your moans quiet, but Yoongi's big hands are so good at making you loud. Once he got you distracted enough, you feel a sharp pinch on your nipples making you gasp and moan a little bit louder.
You look at him as if begging him to not go all out here, but you know you're far from the end of this. He's determined to make the whole house hear you today.
He takes off your dress and throw it back without caring where it land it. He gets up and open a draw on the nightstand and grab a black silk rope. He's gonna tie your hands? Now?
"Close your eyes kitten." Oh shit. Oh no...
Man, this gonna be worse then you imagined, but you want it so freaking badly.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes, you feel the mattress dip below his knees on each side of you and then the black silk on your face. He carefully ties the silk at the back of your head, slightly to the left so it won't poke your head and make you uncomfortable. Now without your vision, everything is heightened, your body adjusting to your new reality for next hour.
Suddenly you're flipped on your tummy and you feel the warmth of Yoongi's body I'm your back.
"Let's get this off, right kitten"
With that he's unhooking your bra, planting a small kiss at the center of your back and sliding the garment down. Your panties take the same destiny, maybe joining your dress somewhere.
You're now naked on Yoongi's bed, with the whole Bangtan down stairs. You have to stay quiet, how were you suppose to look at them if they hear you during this little rendezvous of yours. Right at this very moment you hear before you feel it. A loud spank on your ass, making you squeak and grab the sheets unconsciously.
"You're too quiet kitten... - another spank, another gasp - I wanna hear your voice." And he continues to spank you some more, alternating sides making your asscheecks inflame in a pretty red. That burning feeling mingling with pleasure making a hard time to keep quiet.
"My dirty kitten... you like to feel my hands like this? "
You moan as an answer, but Yoongi want words.
"You're a big girl kitten, use your words." His hands are soothing the aggravated skin of your bum, the sting and the comfort dueling in your brain.
"I-I like it daddy... feels so good"
He hums in satisfaction and you feel him moving, setting you on his lap, ass up and tummy on his thights, his hands exploring the expansive of your back and legs coming on a stop in your pussy.
"Fuck, you're drenched kitten... my little painsucker."
You're so far gone in his voice that you only moan quietly to him, trying so hard to keep it down.
He knows the effect his voice has on you, although things might be light till now, this is still your punishment. He's going to make you cum so much that you will have no option but scream for him to please stop.
You feel a single finger deep in your pussy, eagerly swallowing the digit. Yoongi close his eyes at the feeling of your silky walls hugging his finger,his cock already hard and leaking inside his pants. So warm and welcoming, if he had less self control he would be deep inside of you already.
You bury your face in the sheets to try to contain the loud moan that comes out, all your senses being oversensitive now without your vision.
He grunts at your tentative to stay out of the radar from the people at the leaving room and say:
"Hands on your back." You put your hands together on the small of your back and feel his long fingers holding your wrists together.
"If you hide again, I'll tie your hands to your ankles and leave you laying on the hitachi the whole night." He only needs to warn one time, your head now up and alert. You don't doubt him, not even for a second.
"Good girl. Now spread those legs for me and keep them open." He was back at slowly thrusting his finger in and out of you while you opened you legs more.
As if reading your mind he added one more finger, scissoring them inside of you to strech for a third digit.
Once three of his long, elegant fingers were plunging inside of you in fastened pace, your cries of pleasure were almost impossible to hold back, your lips bitten red, almost bleeding from how hard you've been burying your teeth on them.
You were so close to coming and Yoongi could feel it, feel your walls squeezing his fingers sporadically.
He looked at your face and saw how hard you were trying to hold back, his eyes turning black from lust at your sight.
"I don't understand kitten... you're dripping down to my jeans, making a puddle and yet you're drawing blood from your pretty lips holding my moans back. Let go kitten, come on. Fucking moan for me." You couldn't hold back anymore and let out a loud long moan that was trapped down your throat and didn't stop there, moaning "daddy" like a mantra, trying to reach your high. Yoongi could feel the ecstasy in your voice consume his mind instantly.
He was letting you come...? Usually he denied your orgasm on situations like this.
His thumb pressed tight fast circles on you clit while his fingers were fast on your entrance, wet noises echoing in his room. You're almost there, you can feel it already, just a little push.
"Cum for me." His low voice triggers your orgasm and it washes over you like a huge wave of pleasure. You can't contain your cries and you sure now that everyone knows what is happening up here.
Yoongi knows too and the satisfaction is delicious, his fingers never stop moving, if anything he goes harder and faster making you keen and whine at the overstimulation that is starting to spread on your body.
"It's.. it's too m-much.. daddy please wait" you beg him between whines and he chuckles at your mercilessly state.
"I tought you wanted to cum kitten, cumming without my permission... now you're gonna cum until you pass out."
The darkness in his voice enveloping you, that overwhelming feeling taking your body in a boiling hot wave throwing you in another orgasm making you almost scream his name, his title forgotten, but he's far from mad... he loves hearing you scream his name.
His fingers slowly retreating from your entrance and settling on your clit in slow motions to bring you down, but you're so sensitive that even that makes you avert his touch unconsciously.
"There you go... good girl." His praise make you feel so good, you can hear the pride in his voice. You've came so hard that your head is spinning, it was two orgasms... yeah, but almost at the same time and so so strong.
Yoongi is moving again, this time kneeling behind you and pushing your ass up, knees on the bed and chest down. What the hell was he..
"Daddy!" You startle at the feeling of his tongue laving your dripping pussy, not being able to see anything and try to pull away, but he's faster and grabb your legs, securing you in place, his tongue back to work.
One of the things he loves the most in the world it's eat your pussy, he loves your taste, your smell, the way you cry out for him in pleasure. He lives to eat you out, his favorite meal.
But right now you're so sensitive that is to much.
"Daddy please... I can't.." you whisper to him, hands grabbing the sheets.
"Babygirl, stay still and open your legs. Be a good girl... you're my little dirty girl aren't you?"
How can you disobey him now? You're his good girl after all, so you nodd and take it.
His hands are high where your tights meet your ass, spreading your lips open for his assault. You feel him lick your pussy from top to bottom (bottom to top?) all the way to your ass, giving a little kiss to your puckered hole.
You moan involuntarily, his tongue knows your anatomy better than anyone.
He repeated this actions over and over until he stopped to give kitten licks to your engorged clit. You keened at the sensibility and he continued till you were more relaxed and pushing your ass back at his tongue, the wet muscle feeling hot and slippery on your pussy.
At this, he stiffened his tongue and plunged inside you, making your arch your back and moan out a long "daddy".
"Such a good girl, taking your punishment so well. Although it doesn't seem like a punishment to you uh.."
He's back at fucking you with his tongue, his finger faster on your clit and his other hand working his a digit on your little hole there.
Its was so much and not enough, as soon as you felt the tip of his finger entering your little hole you've lost it, your body shaking in an powerful orgarm.
"F-fuck daddy..." a bunch of 'oh' and 'yeah' coming out in succession as you rode out the euphoria.
He detached himself from you and flipped on your back again, your breathing heavy, chest up and down in exertion, legs like jelly falling open exposing the treasure of the night to your so beloved daddy.
He takes satisfaction on your figure splayed on his bed, his hands up and down on your legs.
"I bet that everyone knows how dirty my slutty kitten are now..." you whine in embarrassment and try to close your legs as if they're all there, watching you.
Yoongi hold them open, eyes glued to your slit.
"Don't be shy know, I know you like the idea babygirl. What if I toke the blindfold and you find all the boys here watching you..." you can't deny that you would be embarrassed as hell but so turned on.
"See...you can lie all you want, but your little pussy it's clenching and gushing at the mere tought. Pretty kitten..."
He's back at your pussy, as a starved man. Bringing you another shaking orgasm, making you sobb and wet the silk blindfold with your tears.
"How many... hm?"
You have to stop and think back...
"Four.. daddy." You barely speak.
He hovers over your body and take the blindfold out, your eyes squeezing to adjust to the light. You feel his lips on yours, tender and sweet... it's over now.
You tought...
"Two more kitten" you widened your eyes and shaked your head vigorously.
"Daddy no.. I can't take it, it's too much! Please.."
His fingers are back on your clit going down to your entrance and slowly thrusting inside you, his palm stimulating your clit. Your hands try to stop him but he holds them up again and his body between your legs won't allow you to close them shut.
"So tight... you're gonna cum already kitten?"
You can't even answer back, his fingers hitting your sweet spot everytime he enters you, your tears rolling down your cheecks, moans turning into screams.
Your hips start to move on their on, something strong, a deep hot feeling taking over your body, you feel Yoongi sucking a purple mark on your neck and his voice on your ear.
"Cum kitten" and with that you feel like you're drawing in a deep pleasure, your whole body shaking and you can't even tell the sounds you make because everything becomes a little fuzzy.
Yoongi's fingers slow down to a stop and he can't resist the urge to suck them clean.
"Delicious..."
Once you regain some consciousness again you see him beside you, smiling proudly.
You're wet all over and look down see Yoongi's jean soaked, you try to get up but your head it's kind dizzy and Yoongi is fast to lay you down again.
"Uh uh... you just squirted all over me babygirl, take a deep breath... still have one more to go"
"Dadd-y... " your whines and crys became louder and you don't have the strength to get up, you're so exhausted.
"So you don't want my cock kitten... hm? It is your reward babygirl, you've been such a good girl for me..."
You want his cock, you always do. You're afraid you can't take though, but when you feel it running up and down on your abused pussy, the pain and pleasure again dueling for a place, you need him deep inside of you.
A series of 'good girl' and 'my pretty kitten' and a bunch of praises lull you in the last effort of the day.
You feel his tip pushing in, feeling so big stretching you out. You're so tight from all the orgasm you had, that the slight action makes you on edge.
Yoongi feels like he could die now, your silk, hot, wet and tight walls squeezing his rock hard cock all the way in. You feel like heaven, you always do.
"Kitten open your eyes, look at me." He's eyes are urgent, full of desire and love for you.
He push your knees up to your chest and go even deeper, making a long moan come out of you. He start thrusting in and out slowly, your breaths fast, the room hot and smelling like sex all over. The slow grinding give place to a more fast and hard rhythm, your hands on his arms tracing marks with your nails. He's hitting all the right places and you're pulsing around him, sucking him in every time he's out.
"Babygirl... such a good girl, gonna fill this slutty hole of yours, make you dripping for days." You're close again, you can feel Yoongi twitching inside of you and you feel his hand curling around your neck and pressing lightly and his lips sucking on your nipples.
Another orgasm washes over you and you can hear Yoongi's groans on your neck, his hips thrusting a few more times to ride his high, you both stay like this for a while.
After that, you remember Yoongi kissing your forehead and mumbling something, than he gently cleans you while you try to avoid the wet towel, and sleep takes over your body, finally.
Yoongi position your sleeping body comfortably, your head on the pillows, his long fingers playing with your hair...
M stands for Mature meaning the one shot/imagine is 17+. (Indicating 17+ material may incluse sex but not always.) To access the stories click on the bold writing of the name and for series click on the number of the part you want to read.
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Smut=S/Angst=A/Fluff=F
Kim Namjoon (RM.)
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Kim Seokjin (Jin.)
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Min Yoongi (Suga.)
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Jung Hoseok (J-Hope.)
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Park Jimin (Jimin.)
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Kim Taehyung (V.)
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Jeon Jungkook (Jungkook.)
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0T7
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REACTIONS/SCENARIOS.
BTS reaction: Your S/O hearing you sing for the first time
the lingerie you were pictured in end up on the floor, long forgotten, by the time he’s done with you...
Send. A picture of you in dusky pink lace lingerie that hugged your frame perfectly with a cream silk robe that reached the floor to match. “Fuck.” You bit your lip at the message on the screen. “I’m coming home now.“
After waiting for what seemed like just a few minutes, you heard the rattle of his keys push into the door. And there he was. A slick black blazer hugged his broad shoulders, a white shirt underneath, with black trousers and shoes to match. Shutting the door behind him, he threw his keys onto the sofa and pulled at his tie, exposing the bottom of his neck. His eyes were hooded, filled with lust. He almost ran towards you, inhaling deeply as his lips crashed onto yours. His hands ran along every inch of your back as you let yours run along the back of his neck, your nails tracing circles into his undercut, his sweet spot. He found his way down to your hips and held on as he walked you both into the bedroom, never once breaking the kiss. You turned him round, his back hitting the door closing it shut. He pulled away, both of you gasping for air. "You don’t know how crazy you drive me.” He slipped off your robe letting it drop to the floor. You took a step back before turning on your heel and walking over to the bed. “Relieve your stress then.” You smirked, dropping onto the bed. His face read a complete look of awe. He just stared at you, his lips slightly parted, his head tilted. “Come here.” You decided to take some form of control, you wanted to tease him. “Sit on the bed.” To your surprise, he obeyed your words and sat down next to you, his eyes trailing up and down your body. You stood up and placed yourself between his legs. You wanted to strip him bare right then and there but there was something about him, in that suit, that made you want to keep him clothed.
“Touch me.” You took a hold of his wrist and placed his hand onto your waist. You brought your hands up behind your back to unclasp the bralette you were wearing and let it drop to the floor. He looked up into your eyes as his hand trailed down to the hem of your panties. Tongue running over his bottom lip, he pulled, hard, causing you to fall onto his lap. He guided your legs so you were straddling him. Again, his lips crashed into yours and you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. You cupped his face before moving your hands round to the back of his neck where you worked your magic causing him to moan. You took the chance to slip your tongue in, knowing it drove him crazy. He confirmed this by moving his hands to your ass as he pushed you down against his hips whilst he pushed upwards, aching for friction between the two of you. You smirked into the kiss and decided to fuck with him a little more. Pulling away, you moved from his lips to his jawline to his neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along his skin. He tilted his head giving you more access as he gripped onto your ass once more, pulling your hips into a rhythm so you were now dry humping him. “Shit.” He spluttered. You moaned onto his neck, letting your fingers crawl up into his hair. “Fuck this.” You heard him mumble. He immediately grabbed your thighs and picked you up. He turned you both around and he slumped you down, on your back. Your head hit the soft sheets as he hovered over you. “I know what you’re trying to do babygirl, but it won’t work.” His eyes darkened as he pushed himself up to where he was standing before you. He slipped off his blazer and began to undo his belt. You watched him, feeling your insides burn with desire, with lust, with need. He practically ripped off the rest of his clothes and he just stood there in his boxers. “Touch yourself for me.” He gazed down at you, still sprawled out on the bed in front of him. “Jin…” you questioned, aching for his touch. He raised his eyebrows and leant down to your ear. “Touch yourself.” His hands crawled down to your panties, pushing them half way down your thighs, as his lips brushed against yours. He leant back so he was stood, looking down at you. You didn’t quite understand why he was doing this but the thought of it turned you on immensely. Letting your legs fall open, you brought your hand to your core and ran a finger along your slick folds. You began to slowly circle your clit as your free hand traveled to your breast, cupping. You barely heard the low moan that escaped from Jin’s throat. You looked up at him, in the eyes, as you circled faster and faster causing your breathing to hitch. You watched him as he pulled down his boxers, stepping out of them. He slowly began pumping his length as he stared at you, taking his lip in with his teeth. Feeling yourself get wetter and wetter by the minute, you decided to slip a finger in causing you to groan at the new sensation. Your other hand traveled down to simulate your clit at the same time and before you knew it, you had a mesmerizing rhythm in place. You bit your lips as your brows knitted together, still staring at Jin. He pumped his member slowly, his eyes trailing along your chest down to your stomach and then to your womanhood. He moaned softly, picking up the pace with his strokes. “Jin-ah…” you breathed, feeling your high gradually approaching. “Fuck me…” you whispered. You saw the effect your words had on him. His eyes met yours and you saw his hand movement speed just a little bit. Your head fell to the side as you felt your high approaching, face contorted with pleasure. “Please…” your brain didn’t even filter the words, they just came out; “fuck me, Daddy.” You could almost feel him tense up. “Shit.” He said through gritted teeth. He removed his hand from his length and grabbed your wrist. He pulled your hand away from your core and intertwined his fingers with yours before holding your arm behind your head. Using his free hand, he positioned himself at your entrance as you lifted your legs. He brought his face down close to your ear - “Princess…”
