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[syavusik]

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[kithtaehyung]

the ex not missed (ksj) | teaser

❄ title: the ex not missed (m) ❄ pairing: seokjin x reader(f) ❄ genre: angst, crack, fluff, smut ; romcom ; holiday au, strangers to lovers au  ❄ teaser wc: 1,651 ❄ est. wc: 20k+  ❄ synopsis: everything was going according to plan: the promotion landed in your lap, your boyfriend was taking you on a dinner date, and you already had a fancy lodge booked to celebrate the proposal you assumed was coming. except the so-called proposal was a breakup, there were extreme cancellation fees for the resort, and your boss wouldn’t let you work because you hadn’t taken a break in months. at least that gave you an excuse to mope in solitude for a week… because nothing else could go wrong, right? ❄ warnings (for full fic): bad holiday puns and jokes (including the title), explicit language, alcohol, embarrassing moments lol, post-breakup talks, choking, fingering, penetration, seokjin is so considerate and attentive i’m sick, crying, oral (m/f rec), did i mention horrible holiday jokes? final list will be posted with the actual drop!  ❄ publish date: july 17th, 8pm EST ❄ notes: this is a gift for the hoeliday well spent package of the christmas in july collab hosted by @kookdiaries, @kithtaehyung​, and @xiaokoo! the holidays are rolling in a little bit early, so i hope you’re ready to settle down with a warm throw and a comforting mug. thank you endlessly to @kookdiaries​ for the banner and dividers for us all<3 ❄ taglist: open! comment on this post, send a message/dm, or comment in the reblogs if you would like to be added!

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Sender: Rocky Mountain Lodges

Subject: Your Yuletide Getaway is Just Around the Corner! 

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Sender: Rocky Mountain Lodges 

Subject: Confirm When Your Sleigh Arrives! 

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Sender: Rocky Mountain Lodges 

Subject: [Inquiry Response] Cancellation Fees Enclosed 

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Sender: Rocky Mountain Lodges 

Subject: Holi-Date Confirmed! See You Soon!

Snow drifts down from the dark and coats winding paths in a soft layer of white. Streetlights wrapped in garlands flood the cobblestones in incandescence, and the smells of cinnamon and fried apples swirl around your hair. 

And you would have appreciated the whimsical scenery had you not been collapsed on the ground and clutching your hip in pain.

An abrupt sigh escapes your lips. You already knew the entire trip was going to be pointless, just like everything you had worked for up until this point in your life. But does it really have to be so violent, too? Why can’t you seem to catch a break? 

Wincing, you take note of your fallen suitcase, the sturdy red shell seemingly in better condition than you are. At least its contents didn’t spill out when you fell—one thing that went right out of twenty-five and counting. 

You don’t purposefully recall the slew of shitty events that occured in the last twenty-four hours, but your mind can’t help but default to the negatives when you’re thrumming with agony. Raising a gloved hand to your face, you rub it and hiss—it is definitely scraped underneath the material. 

Did everything really start with the break-up that happened last week? Or did the chain of unfortunate and uncalled for events begin way before then? In any case, you don’t have a clear answer and, being the person you shaped yourself to be, not having an answer violently shakes your bones. 

Among other things, you’re also thorough, so you remember everything while succumbing to the cold blow of wind slamming into your back. 

For starters, you got broken up with when you thought you were being proposed to—that alone deserved its own plaque and diatribe on your personal wall of shame. But the universe decided that you needed further punishment, so you weren’t allowed to retract your vacation time at work, you woke up late for your flight, the plane had turbulence every five minutes, and a shaky landing was the cherry on top of that cake.

You shudder from the chill. Maybe this is karma for having a life that’s gone completely according to plan. 

Boots scrape the ground as you bend your legs, further recollection making your head sag between your knees. 

Your coat got caught in a taxi door, you almost missed the train and had to run the whole way, a stranger spilled some choice stew on you, there was a line at the lodge so you had to wait in front of a loud family and behind a couple sucking lips, and when you finally got your keys, you made your way to your cabin and slipped on the pavement, bruising your hip and the palm of your hand. 

Which brings you to where you are now, flat on your ass on a freezing resort sidewalk and contemplating what the hell you did to deserve it.

You can’t even bring your battered and bruised soul to cry. 

With every bone in your body sagging with defeat, you lug your injured self from the pavement, grunting when a sharp pain ignites in your side. Because of course you have to keep being reminded that the universe isn’t done with you. 

After you bend to retrieve your suitcase—not without a groan that’s comparable to an old man’s outcry—you limp the rest of the way to your assigned cabin. 

A cabin that you have all to yourself for a week. 

The plan moving forward is simple. On arrival, you will use up the entire resort’s hot water supply, retreat to a mediocre bed, and flip on shitty holiday movies. 

Because nothing else can possibly happen once you shut yourself inside.

Something goes right for once when the shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash are all nicely scented and the shower pressure just as perfect. You hum as steam envelopes your wet skin, water and stress flowing into the drain underneath your tired feet. When you rub soap into your scratched palm, you hiss in annoyance, vowing to do nothing except sleep when you towel dry.

Suddenly, a loud bang makes you freeze. 

A door just closed. 

What the fuck? 

Which otherworldly being did you piss off? Nemesis? Because they are hellbent on revenge! 

Your soap bar threatens to shoot out of your grip as you run through ideas and escape plans and scenarios in your mind. Turning off the shower isn’t going to do anything; you know whomever just came into the cabin heard it running. After all, you left the bathroom door open. Why? Simple. You have the place to yourself! 

You panic and turn off the shower anyway, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your shaking form. Darting your eyes around the bathroom, you grab the first thing that you deem worthy of a weapon: an empty, red vase in the shape of a coniferous tree.  

Sneaking out, you tiptoe through your bedroom, peeking out to survey the long hallway ahead. Water slides down your tendrils like raindrops, but you pay no attention because you spot the intruder right away. 

Shit. 

It’s a man. 

A very tall man.  

Hell no. Anything could happen to you, but being jumped by a stranger in a private cabin is not going to be one of them. Psyching yourself up, you heave and grip the vase tight, rationalizing your next actions by knowing that surprise would beat size. 

Transforming into a ball of fury, you tear your feet from the carpet and run down the hallway, screaming like a banshee from adrenaline and waving your vase like a sword.

And the stranger reacts immediately. Loudly. Wildly. You almost stop at how shrill they yell, and they trip before backpedaling away from you. Unrelenting, you chase the intruder into the living room while screaming for him to get out of your cabin.

“Wait! Stop!” 

“Get out!” 

The tall stranger rounds one of the chairs as a makeshift shield. “This is my cabin!” 

“Bullshit!” 

Both of you erupt into a stilted dance around the rustic furniture, his head ducking spastically as if you’re going to chuck the vase at him. Frankly, that’s a great idea. 

“I’m serious!” 

“You’re just a perv!” When you run to your left, he shifts to his; when you bolt around the couch, he scurries to the opposite end. 

“No, no, stop! I’m not a— I booked this cabin!” 

“I was the one that booked it!” 

“But my key worked! My packet’s on the table!” 

You stop mid-motion, your arm cocked back and ready to fling the vase at his bespectacled, masked face. 

Wait. Even with half his features covered, you can still tell that the guy is handsome. You take quick note of his clothes, too, recognizing brands that you know you can’t afford. 

What the hell? 

“Stay right there,” you order as you back up toward the table, slow. You can’t believe your predicament, hair frazzled and wet and chasing a stranger around a living room that is supposed to be yours and yours alone. The towel wrapped under your armpits is completely drenched, the tile cold and slippery under your wet feet. 

When you feel your back bump into a chair, you slightly turn your head, flashing it back to the man and holding the vase out before looking at the table. 

There’s a packet similar to yours flopped onto the wooden surface, and glancing at one after the other, you furrow your brows. 

Both have the same cabin number. 

When you rove your eyes over the keys, they also have the same golden number etched into their keychains, one more faded than the other. Voice low, you curse, “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“Do you believe me now?”

You swivel your head back to the stranger, glaring and noticing that the man didn’t move from his spot behind a couch arm. Your arm feels sore from holding up the vase, but you give it a warning shake anyway. “I’m gonna fix this,” you pledge, boiling to the brim with anger and frustration, “So don’t unpack. I’m going down to the main lodge and demanding that they kick you out.” 

The man jolts into action, circling around the couch and coming toward you. “You can’t do that! I paid!” he warns, and you scoff while snapping back into focus. 

“I damn sure can. Don’t move from that spot!” 

When you turn to head back to your room to change, something occurs that has time bending and slowing down. 

Your towel. 

Had gotten stuck.

In the intricate chair design.

The entire thing rips from your body in one swoop. Immediately, you gasp, letting go of the vase completely. 

“Whoa, wa— don’t move!” 

It’s too late to cover your naked self and much too late to catch the vase. Shards scatter about the tiling, nicking your ankles and pinging off wooden legs. Damp, your dropped towel is completely covered in glass, which leaves you with no choice of covering other than your shivering, trembling arms. 

Shit. No no no. 

Hot embarrassment coats your throat, and you can’t help but choke on a sob. You’re naked. You’re not alone. You’re humiliated. “Please don’t look,” you beg, your ire and fury gone in one fell swoop and leaving you so, so unguarded. 

Anything can happen now. You can run away but your feet will cut on the glass. The door is at the end of a long hallway but you think you’re pretty fast when you need to be. 

But despite everything and despite your many alternate plans, all you get in response is a soft, reassuring,

“I’m not.” 

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[kithtaehyung]

You know what?! I'll go re read The Ex Not Missed instead. I cannot handle *THAT* Min Yoongi right now

YESSSSS omg that jinnie!! Fuuuuu I miss him, too!

[kithtaehyung]

[ ! ] the ex not missed is scheduled to be on time at 8pm EST!! here is the seokjin i had in mind while writing for a quick visual :D

before it drops, i would like to thank @sketchguk @trustingofwinds @missgeniality @sunshinekims @chateautae @yeoldontknow @yoonia @yoonjinkooked @jungkooksbroski @jungkxook for the constant encouragement and memes and ideas as i scrambled to get this done on time! i send a warm hug to all of you☁️ and for my sprinting lovelies @ilikemesometaetaes @vyduan @softyoongiionly @taesinferno @sahmfanficbts @sunshinejunghoseokie @ressjeon @joyfulhopelox rosie and hazel, godspeed on all of your projects! now that i’m done with a monster fic, i have time to read what you’ve all been working so hard on.

and lastly, thank you everyone for your support and interest! i hope everyone has fun reading it :D have a great and relaxing day🤍 i’m going to rest & recharge for the rest of the night☁️❄️

[kithtaehyung]

The Ex Not Missed is PERFECT. I felt everything. I was happy, laughing, I cried, and holy hell dom!Seokjin is a gift. Your writing is so beautiful and measured, it was the best ride, from Day 1 to 358. Thank you for sharing this absolute gem with us. 💖

Oh, goodness, thank you so so much @8sjaf ! I was sincerely hoping people would end up enjoying it so this just made me smile so wide. It's not a complete Seokjinnie fic if there isn't at least one part that makes you laugh, so I'm glad I did him justice😂 Also yeah.. dom!jin is.. yeah. :')) You're so welcome! Thank you for reading and reaching out about it💖

[kithtaehyung]

Okay I tried to write this through the reblog but my Tumblr app legit crashed it was so overwhelmed. So here I am!

But holy shiiiiet I am overwhelmed. Thank you for taking me on a whirlwind of emotions with The ex not missed! I went from feeling excited and happy to being equally annoyed and then filled with sadness and melancholy but then also delightfully naughty.

Seokjin here was an absolute treat to read through. I will say it over and over again but there are not enough fics with this sweet honey. Again thank you for sharing your work! 🥰💜 Best Christmas present in July

Awhhh thank you so so much, @taeescript! And yes, big fics are bullies to mobile users ugh. Thank you for reaching out regardless! This is such a kind message. I'm glad I was able to convey all of those feelings and that you experienced them, too :')) This Seokjin was a delight and I legit thought about writing another story for him already LOL. Other wips come first, damn it. He deserves all the love. But also! Drabbles may be coming this winter for the TENM!couple. :D Be ready ehehe

[greedygluttons]

tempura udon is one of tenma's likes in the artbook ("udon with fries" in the english version is a mistranslation). imagine tenma entering an udon eating contest, or perhaps just getting urged by yujin to gorge herself on her favorite food. by the time she's finished her tummy is painfully straining against the front of her jacket. yujin is impressed by her stamina to say the least

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[kithtaehyung]

So I'm back with my thoughts on ex not missed..

First of all I loved how it was set up, I fell in love with seokjin 474738 times

Now I'll paste here what I wrote while ow as reading cause I took quick notes

-i relate to the bad luck holy shit that's me

-i love Jin so much did I say it????? Also in his glasses????????

-he s so nice to help reader and not look I wanna cry

-he even cooked for reader and she's been just bitching at him

-mrs nameless I died and came back to life honestly

-i feel so bad for Jin being unlucky too

-he s so nice taking care of reader I'll cry into oblivion

-THE EGGPLANT EMOJI IM DYING

-"this guy is your boyfriend, remember, sweetheart?" I CHOKED HOLY SHIT

-ALSO I LOVE HOW DEMANDING HE IS.. DEMAND MY LIFE SEOKJIN PLEASE

-ILL CRY THEY WOULD BE AN HILARIOUS COUPLE IF READER WASN'T SO ???????

-the vase scarred Jin for life to the point of asking to not get hurt😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-NIT YHE HORRIBLY CURLY FRONT😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-can someone give the reader a joy.. she can't even say something that it just doesn't happen😭😭😭💀💀

-SHINGLES RETREAT IM LAUGHING IT'S 5 AM HELPPP

-THE JOKES IM DYING 💀💀💀

-im sorry I'm picturing Jin eating that gingerbread house icing and my heart melted

-reader screams Capricorn, and honestly I relate I feel so called out oof

-READER EMBRACE THE LOOOVE CMON

ALSO YES STARE AT HIS NECK VEINS -HOT (just Jin being hot)

-i'll be crying bc of his reaction to the breakfast brb

-OH HE ATE THE EGGS WITH THE SHELL FOR THE READER IM GONNA CRYYYYYYYY

-CRYING SOBBING FOR THE HOT SPRINGS OMFG HE'S SO CUTE I'M IN TEARS

-THIS IS A PERSONAL ATTACK IM SOBBING CAUSE THEY ARE CRYING TOGETHER

-READER GET YOUR SHITS TOGETHER AND KISS HIM

-JIN DONT GO

-THE SCARF IM SOBBING

-SHE GOT THE NAME RIGHT HOLY FUCK

-COME BACK HOME I'M IN TEARS AGAIN

-USE ME HOLY FUCK IM A NEW PERSON

I guess I stopped here cause I concentrated yup, I loved the fast forward, I was so afraid they would never meet again but the ending made me melt, actually overall it made me melt, Jin was such a sweetheart putting himself aside to cheer up reader.. I will never mentally recover from reading this one shot, I need some fluff to compensate my broken and pieced back together heart..😭

Thank you for the suggestion and for blessing my eyes with that one shot, I loved it so much

Awhhhh yay!! Lynn you read it and omg?? All the commentary is dang amazing😭💕 I fell in love with that Jin while writing it ahaha like no question he was just wanting to help this struggling stranger.. And yeah reader was on the abrasive side but turned out to be a big softie anyway LOL

So much happened! And it’s so funny because your notes suddenly turn into all caps LMAO like!! The turning point is obvious and I’m cryinggg😂 I’m also so happy that you pointed out the jokes because I WAS CACKLING OK💀 This Jin did not hold back on the humor and reader was nottt having it🤣 But then of course we get to the more serious stuff, and the climax of everything. It was a challenge to write because this was a rom com style, but I think I like how it ended up! Glad to know you enjoyed it, at least :D

They both deserve so much and I hope they are having the best times right now watching movies and drinking wine at resorts as a couple🥺 You’re so sweet for reading and letting me know what you liked!! Thank you so so much😭💕💕