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The Only Exception | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f)reader 

Genre: fluff | smut | smidge of angst

AU: f2l. Love Bug Couple

Wordcount: 10.7k

Summary: confrontations, confessions, nicknames, and first times. 

Warnings: some language, Jungkook’s a jealous boy but he’s also 10000% whipped for the reader and would never do anything to upset her. Light discussion on mental health/body issues. Somewhat vanilla smut. Oral (both m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks). They’re just too wholesome, I can’t.

Rating: M/18+

AN: It’s FINALLY here! I think I started writing this in February? Maybe before that? But life got chaotic with new jobs, traveling, concerts, having new friends, tumblr drama, and so on and so forth that I could never finish. And we all know Love Bug is my comfort couple and I just struggled so hard writing smut for them. They’re too pure. It felt almost invasive. Hopefully you like it. There’s some random POV switches. Thank you to @xjoonchildx for beta reading, @madbutgloriouspond for going through the first half, and @classicscreations for the banner/divider. Please let me know your thoughts and such! I’d love to hear from y’all. I’m sorry I haven’t been posting. 🥺 This can be read as a standalone, but some of the references might be confusing. regardless, enjoy!

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Jungkook is losing his mind. 

You’re in the kitchen with Mingyu and Seokmin, helping as best you can. Mainly just cleaning up after them while they cook. He knows it’s soothing to you. You suck at cooking, but you like to clean. Or, that’s what you tell people. Really, it’s something your brain can focus on instead of how loud everything around you is. 

Jungkook knows because he’s one of the few people that you’ve told about the anxiety you get in crowds, how you need time to recharge after Danny drags you to a party. You forced yourself to explain it to Jungkook when he started getting worried you were ignoring him after a big get together like tonight. You didn’t speak to anyone for two days, feeling exhausted and overwhelmed from socializing. 

He understood it perfectly. He has the persona of someone who loves to go out and make friends with everyone, but he’d much rather stay at home and play video games, do his laundry, sing karaoke, or just sleep the day away. 

It’s why he likes being around you so much. He doesn’t have to put on the outgoing persona. You and he can just hang out at your place or his, and just enjoy the silence.

Something he’d rather be doing right now because it meant you’d be away from Seokmin. 

Mingyu’s a natural flirt, everyone knows that. But it has no effect on you. Yes, it makes you nervous, but you don’t fall for it. Mainly because you know Mingyu’s so far out of your league, any flirtations to you comes across as a joke. 

Seokmin, however, is dangerous. At least he is in Jungkook’s opinion. Seokmin’s method of flirting is just being friendly and sweet. Something you’re oblivious to at times. Something Seokmin tends to take advantage of. 

And Jungkook hates it. 

You two aren't official. No one even knows about the handful of dates you two have been on except for Danny. No one knows about how Jungkook nearly fell to his knees when you kissed him the first time. Or the way his heart wanted to burst when you let him hold your hand in the car. 

So it makes sense for Seokmin to try to make a move on you as Mingyu leaves the kitchen to grill the meat outside where everyone has arranged themselves in front of a fire pit. He can’t hear what either of you are saying, but you’re laughing. Your beautiful grin is on display for the world to see and it feels like his skin is on fire. He wants to charge into the kitchen, grab your face and kiss you, really kiss you. More than the kisses you two normally share; soft, hesitant, and slow. No, he wants to make you his, make sure everyone knows he’s the only one that gets to kiss you like that. 

He bites down on the lip of his red solo cup, fighting the urge, knowing it’d embarrass you and you’d be insanely mad at him. 

“Jungkook, can I talk to you over here for a second?” Danny’s friendly voice chimes behind Jungkook who turns around and agrees without hesitation. 

When the two finally find somewhere quiet, Jungkook happily asks what’s up. Danny’s usual smile falters a little, the nervousness seeping through his eyes. 

“I need you to tell me what’s happening with you and y/n.” Quick and simple. He’s got this. 

Jungkook’s eyes go wide and now it’s his turn to falter. His mouth parts for a moment before words finally tumble out. “What do you mean?”

“I know you’re into y/n.” Jungkook nods in response but Danny’s head shakes. “But, that’s not…she’s not…you can’t just…with her…”

“Hyung, do you like her?”

Danny can’t help but laugh out loud. “Oh my god, no. Absolutely not. She’s my best friend in the entire world. My platonic soulmate.”

“Then why do you care if I like her?” Jungkook’s brows furrow and he’s honestly getting a bit annoyed, something he often feels when discussing you with anyone. The shit people spew about you, the warnings they give, it pisses him off. And he surely wasn’t expecting it from your alleged soulmate.

“I care because she’s my best friend. I care because I’ve seen you with other girls, Jungkook. You’re a one-and-done guy. She’s not like that. You know that. You remember when you first met? And how terrified she was when you hugged her? The whole idea of someone even looking in her direction terrifies her. She’s so smart, kind, beautiful, strong, and talented beyond belief in everything she tries. But she’s stubborn and hyper independent and doesn’t like others helping her. And that’s because she’s fragile. She puts up so many walls because she fears rejection and I just…I need to make sure you know that. That if you go for it with her, you have to be sure of it. Because I will not tolerate her heart being broken by anyone else, especially you.”

Both stare at one another for a moment. Jungkook’s grip on the cup tightens, making it cave in on itself a little bit. 

“That’s a bit fucked up, Danny.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“You say she’s strong, kind, and beautiful, all of which she absolutely is. But then you say she’s fragile. She’s not both.” 

“That’s not what I—”

“No, I get it. You’ve seen her hurt before and you don’t want to see it again. But I have no intentions of doing that.” 

“You can’t promise that, Kook.” 

“No, but I can promise to try.”

Danny sighs, hands rubbing across his face. 

“Please, just stop with her. The dates, whatever it is you’re doing with her. It’s going to hurt her in the end.” 

Jungkook takes a big breath, trying to compose himself instead of saying what comes to his mind first. His teeth play with his lip ring as he tries to figure out his next words. 

“I think you don’t give her enough credit. And I think your opinion of me is a problem. I like y/n, Danny. So much. And I’m not going to stop.” 

“No, you’re right. I just, I don’t know, man. You didn't see her after the last and only heartbreak. I don’t want to see it again, ya know?”

Jungkook nods, wishing to be free of this conversation. He needs to get back to the kitchen to make sure Seokmin hasn’t tried anything.

“I know. But she’s a grown adult, Danny. You can’t baby her forever.”

Danny sighs, agreeing as he nods his head. He finally ends the conversation, letting Jungkook go with a warning. 

Jungkook laughs, but Danny knows Jungkook’s taken it seriously. He quickly books it from the hallway to find you again. 

Jungkook finds you cleaning up in the now empty kitchen. Everyone had moved to the outside to eat and get drunk by the fire, but you decided to try to clean up the mess instead. 

“Why aren’t you out there?” You startle at the voice of another person, looking up to see the one person you both wanted to see all night, but had been trying to avoid. Your eyes meet briefly before you resume cleaning. 

“I was eating while helping, so I’m not really hungry.” You turn away from him, bringing the pile of dishes from the center island to the sink. 

“Why not just go out there and hang out then?” He picks up a few pieces of trash, tossing them in the can on his way to you. 

“Don’t feel like drinking.”

“Could still sit by the fire. We could all do the dishes together later.” His voice sounds closer, but you weren’t expecting how close when you turned around and he was suddenly in front of you. You pray he doesn’t notice the small gasp you let out, or your eyes darting straight to his lips.

He keeps doing this, getting more and more in your personal space without physically touching you. He’d always let you make the first move, and you appreciated that so much. He’s been nothing but patient with you after going on a series of dates. Even the few kisses you two shared had been him waiting for you to connect. Every step in whatever this relationship is has been made by you.

You hadn’t made it official, you were honestly scared to have that conversation with him about it. The fear that he’d laugh in your face and say no, or worse, be an absolute gentleman about rejecting you.

You step back as much as you can, your lower back bumping into the counter behind you, as he takes the steps needed to pin you there without touching. Your eyes drop to his chest, letting out a sigh. 

You want him to just grab you. You need him to touch you. 

“I’m tired of interacting with people today. They’re all too loud and I just…wanted to be alone for a few minutes.” your hand trembles slightly as you reach up to straighten out a crease on the chest of his baggy shirt and adjust the button up he had completely unbuttoned, flowing over his torso. Your hand stills against his pec, right above his heart, and you swear you feel it skip a beat. 

“Do you want me to leave?” His voice is a low whisper, but there’s some nervousness to it, like you’ll actually tell him to leave.

He can’t help himself when you shake your head, whispering out the word no in response, when his hands find your hips and lift you up on the counter, allowing himself to stand between your legs. Your hand grips the shirt in shock and you feel a flutter in your lower stomach from the action, but it quickly dies when he removes his hands from you as soon as you’re seated, placing them on the counter on either side of you instead. 

Neither of you move or speak, daring the other to move first. He loses, leaning back a little to give you more breathing room. 

“So you want to be alone, but you want me to stay?” He’s teasing, you know he is. The corners of your lips tick upwards as your eyes cast down to his tattooed arm. You don’t let yourself overthink anything as you gently grab the tattooed hand, a finger slowly tracing each line of the ink permanently buried under his skin across his knuckles before gliding up his wrist to trace the image of a snake. 

“I told you. It’s okay as long as it’s you. You’re the exception.” 

“What about Danny?”

You look up, expecting a teasing smile. Everyone always teased you and Danny about being together and just not admitting it. That you were destined to be a friends-to-lovers trope. But you both knew that wasn’t true. There was a specific bond there, for sure, and he took you on your first date and gave you your first kiss after the guy that was meant to be both ended up ditching you to go on a date with another girl. But there was never anything past a familial love. He’s like the big protective brother you always wanted. 

Instead of a teasing smile, you’re met with a face of confusion and almost hurt? It’s hard to tell. 

“What do you mean?” You question back, your heart beating too fast for its own good. 

“He said I should stop taking you out. Should stop whatever this is.” As he emphasizes the word this, his free hand hesitantly finds its way to your waist. 

“Wh— why’d he say that?” Your eyes drop back down to the tattoos, your safe distraction when you’re scared. 

“He says he doesn’t want me to break your heart or hurt you…” he watches the way your eyes follow your own fingers tracing along his arms, brows trying to figure out what was happening and your chest rising and falling. 

Your silence is killing him. He just wants to kiss you and confess everything to you but he knows you’re not ready for that. He knows you need to take everything slow and believes that you should be the first to make any moves. Still, he’s desperate for you to say something, so the hand on your waist squeezes and you jump in place as if you had completely forgotten he was there. After a whisper of your name, you look back up at him and there’s something in your eyes that’s different. 

“And are you? Are you going to break my heart or hurt me?”

He wastes no time in his response. 

“I don’t think I could live with myself if I ever did.”

“Well that’s a bit dark.” You mutter, both of you quietly laughing. Jungkook leans forward until his forehead is lightly pressed against yours. 

“It is. But it’s true. I could never hurt you, y/n.” 

“That is why you’re the exception.” You whisper, hands clutching his arm, “you’re the exception because I actually believe you. I trust you, Jungkook. So why is Danny involved?”

“I don’t know.” He shakes his head gently, scoffing at his self doubt until your hand slides up his arm to his bicep. 

“Then hurry up and kiss me, Koo.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, tilting his head to softly press his lips to yours. But that’s it. That’s all it ever is. A simple kiss. So you do something you’ve never done and lightly bite his bottom lip before he pulls away with a groan, only letting go to see his reaction. His eyes are wide and you grin, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. 

“Like you mean it, Jungkook. Like you want me.” 

Both his hands grab your face and before you have time to process, his lips crash into yours, finally kissing you the way he wants to. With every ounce of his heart and soul. You grab both sides of his waist, pulling him closer to you until he’s fully pressed against you and the counter. 

He doesn’t give you any chance to take a breath when you part your lips, letting his tongue slip past, inciting a moan from you. A moan he’s finally hearing for the first time. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t imagined how you’d moan for him. How you’d sound underneath him as he dragged you through orgasm after orgasm. 

That primal urge to mark you as his from earlier takes over as he finally pulls away from your lips, not giving you a moment before he’s trailing sloppy kisses down your neck until he discovers the sweet spot that draws out that moan he’d give anything to hear again and again. Your legs wrap around him and your hands fly to his hair, fingers getting tangled up. His hands drop to your hips, scooting you closer to him until he’s sure you can feel him hardening under his jeans and holy hell is that hot when you try to roll your hips closer. 

“Oh fu—, Koo.” You finally find the ability to say words again, but quickly lose it again when he bites down at the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder. His tongue flicking across the bite marks and sucking softly in intervals. 

When he hears laughter from the group outside at something one of them is doing, probably Mingyu tripping over himself again, he has to stop himself completely, pulling back to look at you. You’re both panting, for just a moment, everyone outside had been completely forgotten about. The dishes as well. It’s just you and him; you and your person. 

Like it should be.

“I wanna be yours.” Your out of breath confession leaves him looking like a deer in headlights. “Jungkook? You okay?”

“You wanna be mine?” He repeats it back to you, replaying the last few moments in his mind. How’d you two get here? Wasn’t he just being told to end things, and now here you are, offering him something he could never say no to?

You nod, growing shy from the burst of confidence all of this has given you. 

“Mhmm. Wanna be yours. In every way possible.” Your hands fall to his sides again, fingers gripping to his shirt in fear he’ll run away. “And I want you to be mine, too. I want this to be real. Danny’s just trying to protect me, and I love him for that. But, he knows I’m a grown up, I can make my own decisions.”

“And that decision is me?”

“Only you.” 

The sigh he lets out along with the reaction on his face of just pure elation makes you smile. 

“Only me.” He repeats back as his lips find yours again. 

His hands find your waist again and you giggle against his kiss, his fingers tickling you. You have to pull away from him again, your hands cradling his beautiful face. 

“So are you my boyfriend now?”

“Mmm. Your one and only.” He grins, kissing your cheek, “and you are my girlfriend.” His declaration vibrates against your skin, making you feel like you’re on fire.

“Yeah?” You stutter out, the realization of the words, the way his lips drag across your skin, and his hands sliding back down past your hips and resting on the top of your thighs all suddenly dawning on you. 

Jungkook, however, has become very familiar with that stutter, that hesitant voice that is terrified of something new. His hands stay on your thighs, fingernails delicately scraping against your stockings, but he pulls his face back again, finding your uncertain eyes. They’re lost, as if you’re in another world mentally. It takes him saying your name twice before you blink and look at him in confusion. 

“Where’d you go, Bug?” Your brows knit together. 

“Huh?”

“What?”

“Why’d you call me a bug?”

“Oh,” he smiles, tattooed fingers reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, “because you have big eyes like a bug when you space out.”

“…What kind of bug?” 

He stares at you a moment, like he was going through various bugs and comparing them with you until he finally gets it, his smile growing bigger like he just won the lottery. 

“A dragonfly. No! Wait! Specifically a damselfly. Their eyes are bigger and they’re just cuter in general.”

“I look like a damselfly?” You’re beyond confusion now, trying to picture in your memory what the hell a damselfly looks like. 

“…yeah?” He glances down at your lap as he sort of fidgets in place. “Okay not really, but it’s embarrassing.” 

“Embarrassing how? You’re calling me a bug, Jungkook.” 

“Because it is!” You cross your arms, feigning anger as you glare at him. 

“Five minutes into being my boyfriend and you already can’t be honest with me?”

“Wait…no. It’s…no, I would never…y/n, that’s not fair.”

“The amount of embarrassing shit I’ve told you, Jungkook and you can’t tell me thi—”

“It’s a song!”

Your eyes go wide, and for a moment you just stare at him. And then it clicks what he just said and you have to control yourself from the stupid big grin creeping in.  

“You know I’m going to ask you to sing it, right?” 

His hands are back on your thighs as he lowers his head on your shoulder, “please don’t make me.” 

“Koo, I’m not gonna make you do anything. But I will ask you and offer a kiss as payment.” 

His head lifts off your shoulder at the word kiss, an eyebrow raising up at you. 

“Well now, I’m open to negotiations.” 

“Then how about,” you grab both of his hands in yours, entwining your fingers together, looking down shyly, “we go back to my place because Danny’s staying here tonight, and we go over negotiations there?” 

You’re honestly not sure how you got back to your place. Your proposition to Jungkook to leave was met with skepticism. You had to reassure him at least four times that you were serious before he was grabbing you off the counter and almost pulling you like a rag doll to the car. 

You sent a quick text to Danny vaguely explaining you were going home and not to worry and hopped into the car. 

The car ride back was silent, his music playing quietly in the background as you watched the buildings blur by. His left hand tucked safely between your legs, long tattooed fingers wrapped around your thigh like usual. You smile, remembering the first time he did it. Usually he would just hold your hand, but the first time he actually grabbed your thigh, you barely reacted while he thought he freaked you out and apologized profusely. You had to laugh because the only thing going through your mind at the time was how much you wanted him to keep touching you. 

Jungkook’s been to your place numerous times. Even before he met you. He’d hang out with Danny while you were in class during college or at work. The number of times he could’ve met you earlier if one of you had just waited around a little longer…

However, this is the first time Jungkook is nervous to step into your apartment. You open the front door, letting him step inside first and follow behind him, both of you kicking off your shoes as you enter the living area. 

“Do you want any food? Did you even eat with the guys?” your soft voice carries from the kitchen. 

“Ah, no. I didn’t. It’s okay though. I’m not hungry.” He fidgets in place, leaning against the armrest on the couch. 

Why is he so nervous?

“Are you sure? I know I suck at cooking, but we can just get something delivered or there’s instant ramen. There’s some pork belly, but I’m not gonna ask you to cook when you’re the gue— Jungkook? You okay?” He looks up to see you at the entry to the living room from the kitchen, two bottles of water in hand. 

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He smiles but he can tell you don’t believe him, yet you say nothing more. 

“If you say so…how about chicken? I kinda want chicken.” You suggest, handing him the bottle and pulling out your phone as you head to your room. 

“Chicken sounds good…” Jungkook’s voice wavers, forcing himself to stand up and follow you where you wait by the door, closing it when he steps inside. 

“Okay. The usual?” You hop on the bed near the headboard and for once, Jungkook doesn’t know where to go. He’s been here before. He’s been on your bed before. He’s even had this conversation with you before. Yet, it all feels like the first time for him and it’s making him dizzy. 

He thinks he responds, forcing his body to sit on the opposite side of your bed.

He looks around your room as you openly think out loud about how much food to order and what flavor sauces, ultimately deciding on something he didn’t hear. 

Your desk is chaotic, half of it messy with various papers and a few water bottles. The other half is pristine, your laptop sits ready for you, a notebook neatly sitting next to it with a pen on top. It’s the perfect description of your brain, he thinks. You can be inanely chaotic in your thoughts and in your actions, but you can also be proper and neat, following every rule possible. 

There are fairy lights dangling behind some sheer curtains hanging over a big window. You programmed them to turn on the moment you turned on your overhead light that was naturally dimmed. There’s another switch that, when flipped, would turn on a neon sign that had some song lyric he didn’t know as well as a galaxy light that covered your walls and ceiling in auroras and stars.

He called your room adorable when he first saw it. It fits you perfectly. He loves your room, loves every little detail because it’s something you did. 

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when you groan loudly, laying back against your pillows and tossing your phone to the bedside table. 

“Stupid thing says an hour. Why would it take a flipping hour to deliver chicken?” Your grumbling voice amuses him. He knows the question is rhetorical, so he just admires you, laying in front of him in just tights and a cute dress without a care. Not hiding under layers of clothes and curled up, hiding yourself and trying to stay invisible. 

God, you’re beautiful.

“Hey, ” you nudge his thigh with your foot, laughing lightly when he subconsciously grabs your ankle, “where are you right now?”

“Your room?” He questions, confusion and a hint of embarrassment written on his face as he lets your foot rest on his lap, his fingers mindlessly massaging around your ankle.

“No, dingus. Your mind. You’re somewhere else; have been since we left the party. So, come on, talk to me.” You offer a smile and he responds with one, albeit a little more bc of a nervous smile. His hands slide a little further up your leg to your calf, his thumbs pressing into the muscle. 

“I don’t know. We’ve just…this is the first time in a long time I’ve gone this slow with someone, and so each step we take is making me actually nervous?”

“How so?” You question, holding back the noises you want to make as his hands start sliding up more. He has to reposition himself on the bed to face you and try to get better access to you. 

“You know my history, Bug.” He grins at the nickname, a hand massaging just above your knee, “but with you, just touching you like this is driving me crazy.” 

“What if I said it was driving me crazy too?” You whisper, eyes meeting his as he moves up, hovering over you while his hand traces along your thigh. Your hands lightly grasp his waist. 

“Y/n…” his voice strains as he tries to resist doing everything he wants to. 

She has to make the first move. It has to be her decision.

You softly whisper his name back to him. Your shaky hands move from his waist to the button and zipper of his jeans. His hand moves at lightning speed from your thigh to your wrist, stopping you from lowering his zipper. 

“Bug, what are you doing?” He sighs, his forehead resting against yours. You tip your head up a little, rubbing the tip of your nose against his with a hesitant smile. 

“It’s okay, Koo. I promise.” 

“Are you sure?”

“A thousand percent. Please, touch me. Ruin me in whatever way you see fit. I just need to feel you.”

His lips are on yours before you say anything else, surging forward and deepening the kiss like the world was about to end and you happily welcome it. 

He loves your lips. He loves your skin. He loves how warm you are and how your hands feel in his hair. How your nails scrape along the back of his neck. Or the way your legs immediately spread for him as he gets into a more comfortable position. 

But God, he loves the sounds you make. The moans when he grabs your hip and the whimpers when he bites your lower lip. He wants to hear every sound you can make because of him. 

His lips trail down your neck, obsessed with the way you feel against his lips, in his hands, beneath his body. He bites down on your shoulder when you roll your hips up against him. 

You shyly ask him to flip you two over and he obliges, desperate to see what you’re wanting to do. 

And you waste no time in showing him, straddling his thighs, letting your dress ride higher up than before, sitting on top of your hips where Jungkook can see just enough of your underwear through your tights.

“Oh, Bug.” He coos when you lift the dress off, revealing a dark green lace bra. “You’re trying to kill me.” He whines. 

“What a boost of confidence that’d be for me, though.” You chuckle, leaning down to kiss his cheek, “How did Jungkook die?’ ‘Oh he saw his girlfriend naked for the first time.’” You snicker, his hands gripping your hips to assist you rolling against him. 

“They’d understand immediately if they saw what I’m seeing. Too bad they won’t.” His hands slide up and down your hips.

“No?” You tease with a grin, kissing one of his many freckles you once said you loved. 

“No, because I don’t share.” He growls, tilting his head towards you to kiss you again, “you’re mine, love bug.” 

Your eyebrow ticks up at him, hand sliding down his chest slowly before landing on the button and zipper of his jeans again. 

“Does that make you mine?” You question, button and zipper coming undone, fingers toying with the waistband of his underwear. 

“For as long as you want me, I’m yours.” He kisses the corner of your lips, gasping when your hand slips underneath his waistband, gently palming his growing erection. “Fuck, y/n. A little warning would be great.”

The sound of your giggle. 

He loves you.

Is it too soon to say that? He wants to scream it from the rooftops. 

“Where would be the fun in that?” You whisper in his ear, grinning down at him when his hands find your ass, giving both cheeks a light slap, making you buck forward with a hiss. His hands don’t leave, though, instead kneading the fatty tissue and working quickly to rip your stockings. 

“Jungkook!” You shriek, pulling away from him, your hands shooting to feel where he ripped as if to confirm he’d done it. 

He cackles, hands grabbing yours and pulling you back down to kiss you. Your hands get tugged above both of your heads, forcing you to use your core strength to keep yourself up instead of crashing down on his body. 

“I’ll get new ones, Bug. I’ll get you whatever you want for as long as you’re mine.” He promises into the kiss and you feel your core strength give out on you, your body resting perfectly against his. 

“You better. I want ones that you can’t rip. The expensive ones.” 

“Where would be the fun in that?” He mocks you, laughing as you tug your hands from his grip and sit back up on his abs. The death glare you send him tells him to keep his hands above his head, and so he does as you scoot back until you’re sitting between his legs. He lifts his hips enough for you to pull the jeans off his hips, letting him kick them off the rest of the way. 

“Knowing you, you’d find a way to rip the expensive ones, I’m sure.” Your lips form a pout, your hands sliding up his thighs. He groans at the feeling of your nails grazing him along the way. He wants to reach out for you and switch your positions so he can absolutely have his way with you. 

But he has to resist. 

He wants to see what you can do. 

“Bug, please. Stop teasing.” He says through gritted teeth, his legs wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

Why are you smiling so softly? He wants to kiss it until it grows into the biggest smile you can make. 

“I think I like that nickname.” You whisper mostly to yourself, but Jungkook hears it and feels his cheeks warm. 

“Yeah?”

“Yep,” you nod, your fingers hooking into the sides of the waistband of his underwear, “but I think I’ll like it better when you sing the song to me later.”

“I don’t wanna.” He groans, his eyes closing as you slowly remove his underwear, raising his hips again in the process. 

“Too bad. That was the deal.” You toss the clothing off the bed when he lifts his head to look at you. 

“Wait,” he stops you from reaching out where he wants you most, sitting straight up, “we’re not doing this just because you want me to sing a stupid song, right?”

The panic builds in him even as you pout more, getting on your hands and knees and crawling over to where he backed away from you.

“No, Koo. We’re doing this,” your soft hand wraps gently around his cock, causing him to gasp as you kiss his cheek, “because I am growing impatient with you being so polite and safe. I know why you are. You were waiting for me to make the first move and I absolutely adore you for that.. But I need you. The song is a bonus perk.”

“Bug…”

“Mmm, loving it the more you say it.” You giggle, lowering yourself so that you’re laying on your stomach, legs kicking in the air behind you.

He doesn’t respond, focusing too much on your hand slowly pumping him and how you still look innocent while you do it. But then you frown a little and he panics internally until you look up at him nervously. 

“I, uh. Have only done this a few times…and he didn’t like it. So…tell me if I’m bad and I’ll sto—”

“Impossible,” he interrupts with a reassuring grin. His hand finds its way into your hair, barely holding your head. Your eyes lock with his as you gently wrap your lips around the head of his cock and softly suck, your tongue teasing the tip. 

He’s pretty sure he could come just from that alone. 

“Fuck, baby.” He lays his head back against the headboard, tearing his gaze away from you in hopes to prevent coming too early. “You’re perfect.” 

You must’ve taken that as a boost to your ego because the next second you’re popping him out of your mouth and licking a long stripe from the base to the top a few times, grinning when he starts to whine. 

“You fucking good girl.” He pulls your head up away from his member for a moment, looking down on your desperate-to-please face. God, he wants to destroy you. 

“Wanna see how much I can take…” you whisper, repositioning yourself to have your mouth right above his aching cock. He can see the hesitation in your face mixed with a certain amount of determination. It’s too fucking cute. 

“Spit on it first. Get it nice and wet.” His voice cracks and you nod, letting the spit already building up drool down onto his cock, your hand smearing it around. “Hollow your cheeks, tuck your lips around your teeth, lay your tongue flat, and, fuck just like that.” He groans as you slowly lower your mouth over his cock, dying from pleasure as you take him in inch by inch until it hits the back of your throat. Your gag reflex starts to kick in, but you don’t pull off yet, tears already forming in your eyes. 

“Don’t fight it, baby. If you need to pull off, pull off. Take a moment.” He eases you off him by the grip in your hair and you take a deep breath as soon as you can.

“I’m okay. I promise.” You let out a breathless laugh, ready to go back down, but his grip on your hair prevents you. 

“Bug, as much as I would love to see what else that mouth can do. I need you to lay down right now.” He chuckles when you pout, but comply anyway, laying down in his place as he scoots away. 

He hovers over your body, admiring every inch of you that he can see. The green lace underwear paired with the thin bra of the same fabric matched perfectly with your skin tone and clings perfectly to every curve. He doesn’t need to touch you to know how soft your skin is. Every indent and bump just adds to the feeling of you and makes you more real. 

Who cares if it’s too early. He loves you. He adores you. He cherishes every single thing about you. 

How did he get you in his life? He doesn’t deserve you. 

“Koo?” Your voice brings him back to reality, his hands mindlessly running along the sides of your legs. You look worried — uncomfortable, as if you thought he was disgusted by the sight of you. 

He wants to hurt whoever put those kinds of thoughts in your head. 

“Sorry, Bug,” Jungkook leans down to press his lips against yours softly, “I’m just admiring my beautiful girlfriend. She’s stunning.”

Your grin lights up the room and his heart tightens in happiness. 

“Yeah?” Your voice is a soft whisper as he nods, kissing you again. 

“Yeah. I’m having a hard time deciding what to do here. I want to take my time with her. Spend hours exploring every inch of her and finding everything that makes her weak. I want to see what I can do to make her fall apart.” He softly bites your bottom lip, pulling it towards him before letting go and kissing you a little deeper. “But I also want to completely destroy her. Make her forget her name or anyone else’s except mine. I want to see how many times I can make her come for me, how rough I can be with her. I want to own her.” 

He is not expecting the deep groan you let out from his confession.

“You want that, Bug?” Jungkook leaves a trail of kisses across your jaw, your head naturally lifting to give him more access as he kisses his way to the base of your throat. 

“Yes.” Jungkook smiles against your collarbone at how out of breath you are. Your chest rising and falling quickly just from his touch and his kisses. 

What else can he do to you?

“Yes what, princess?” His lips press against your throat and he swears he can feel the way your pulse quickens.

“Please.” 

“Mmm, no.” He laughs when you whimper, your fingers tangled in his hair, “Use your words. Do you want me to be soft and slow, or have my way?”

“I want you, Koo. In any and every way, please.” You tug at his curls a little, causing him to hiss when his lips find yours again. You take him by surprise when you bite his lower lip when he tries to pull away. 

“Okay. Bit of both then.” He chuckles against your lips and you nod into the kiss before he pulls away, kissing back down your throat and to your chest. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.” He whispers against your rising chest, in the space between your breasts. His hand trails to your side where you instinctively arch yourself towards him so he can unhook your bra, reaching back around to the front to pull it off. 

Perfect, beautiful, and mine are only a few of the words that he seems to be able to remember, as he keeps mumbling them while kissing your skin, leaving little marks down your stomach. He’s determined to kiss every inch of you to make sure you know how much he adores you. 

And you seem to respond to it every time, arching yourself to be closer to his lips, your fingers still entangled in his hair as he brings himself down to your hips. He kisses along the waistband of your underwear, enjoying the way your skin forms goosebumps from his touch.  

“Can I take these off?” His voice cracks with how raspy it is and you give his hair a tug to say yes, urging him to hook his index fingers on either side of the green lace, tugging down when you lift your hips. 

It doesn’t cross his mind just how soaked the center of your underwear is as he tosses them off the bed with your bra. When he turns back to look at you, his heart squeezes at the sight of you, both hands grabbing at your breasts and your legs spread slightly for him to see your glistening center. 

“Oh, y/n…what am I going to do with you? I can’t…” his hands slide up from your calves to your knees, pulling your legs further apart, “I can’t possibly take my time with you if you’re this needy for me.” 

“Jungkook, please. Please touch me.” You whine and he grins that mischievous grin you’ve come to know all too well. It’s a dangerous grin. A grin you know you shouldn’t trust. 

“Since you said please and I simply can’t help myself.” He chuckles as he lays down between your legs, not wasting any time before he places a soft kiss on your clit, thriving on the small moan you cry out. 

Jungkook’s tongue is magic as he licks stripes from your center back up to your clit, fluttering the tip of his tongue to tease your folds before pressing into your entrance, groaning when he tastes a whole new rush of arousal coming from you. 

“You taste so good, Bug.” His voice vibrates against your clit as he slips two fingers past your entrance. 

“Fuuuck, Koo. More.” The words slip past your lips and Jungkook has to pull away from you to look at you in feigned shock as your fingers grasp the bed sheets under you. 

“Well would you look at that, she does swear.” He smiles at you, fingers not stopping their torture as his thumb rubs circles against your clit. You try responding with something sassy or sarcastic but before you can, Jungkook’s fingers hook and press against the spot that makes you cry out instead as you come around his fingers. 

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Coat my fingers.” He presses light kisses on your thigh as you writhe under his control, fingers steadily pumping you through your orgasm and his thumb teasing your clit until you come back down from the high.

“Too much.” You pant, trembling fingers gripping his wrist to stop him. He slowly pulls his fingers out, moving to hover back over you to kiss you deeply, helping you slow your breathing. 

“You okay? We can stop if it’s too much.” He whispers the words against your jaw, sucking lightly on the skin. His hand rubs against your side, not caring about the smears of your own cum being left behind. 

“Just— I just need a moment. Your tongue and fingers should come with a warning.” You laugh breathlessly as you cover your eyes with your arm. Jungkook laughs with his face buried in your neck and it takes everything in him not to make a bad joke about coming with a warning. 

Instead he accidentally lets something else slip past his lips. 

“God, I love you and your laugh.” 

Both of you still immediately. 

“What?” You ask nervously. Jungkook slowly brings his face away from your neck to lock eyes with you. 

“…I thought I said that only in my mind.”

“You didn’t.”

“I didn’t.”

“You love me?”

“I mean…”

“No.” You interject and Jungkook feels his stomach drop, “don’t try to make excuses or do the whole going slow for my sake thing you’ve been doing, Koo. You love me?”

He wastes no time in nodding his head.

“I do.”

“How…?” His brows pinch together at the question.  

“What do you mean ‘how’? I just do.” He laughs nervously and you look away with a slow nod. 

You’re in your head again. He can pinpoint the moment you start to disappear from the conversation to spiral into a conflict with your logic and reasoning side and your emotional side. A conflict that always leads to you backing away from what you want. 

Last time you did, you didn’t talk to him for a week and he thought he fucked up big time until you came back apologizing about being afraid of going out with him. 

It was agony.

“Don’t hide away again, Bug. Please?” He pleads, a hand cupping your cheek. He watches as you blink, eyes finding light again as they lock onto his for a quiet moment. 

“I love you, too.” Your confession is quiet and rushed from nerves, but Jungkook swears he can hear a full blown marching band parading around in his brain at those three little words. 

Three little words he’s been wanting to hear you say since the first date. 

“I’m not— I’m not just saying that because you said it, by the way.” The words rush past your lips and he smiles down at you, his curls acting as a curtain around his face. 

“Yeah? You love me?” He leans down to kiss across your face, making you laugh, “my love bug loves me. And I love her.” You both laugh at his antics until his lips find yours again and he can feel the way you melt into the kiss. He deepens it, thriving on the way you moan for him as your lips part when his tongue slides along the seam. 

“Koo, I need you.” You groan into his lips and he knows exactly what you need when you rut your hips against him, his cock sliding against your thigh. 

“My baby needs me?” He tries to hide the grin in reaction to you being so needy, but he knows you can feel it against your lips. 

“Shut up and fuck me.” You whine, eyes shut and face contorted in frustration.

“Excuse me?” He backs away from you, sitting up on his knees in between your legs as he looks at you in shock, “the princess did not just swear and tell me what to do.” He places his hand on his chest to add to his dramatics. 

“Jungkook. If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll find someone else to do it.” 

Oh, that’s new. 

“Yeah? Who are you gonna go find, Bug?”

“I don’t know…Seokmin was being extra sweet to me tonight. Maybe he’d be down to fu—”

Your sentence is cut off by your own loud gasp as Jungkook pries your legs apart, quickly slipping two fingers past your entrance, his thumb finding your clit like he's perfectly memorized your body already. 

“Seokmin could never, never, please you the way I can, princess. Don’t you dare forget that.” His voice lowers to a near growl as his fingers pump in and out of you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Koo. Don’t stop.” You whimper, both hands grabbing at whatever part of him you can grab. For now, it’s the forearm not connected to the fingers currently destroying you. 

“Say it’s only me, Bug. Say someone like Seokmin could never do what I can do.” He presses, watching the way you writhe underneath him. 

“Only you, Koo. Only you. Please.”

“Good girl.” He sighs. You seem to melt at the praise and he can feel his cock twitch against his stomach when he feels your walls tighten around his fingers. 

“Come for me, baby. Gimme one more before I really have you.” His voice purrs just over your moans and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a small boost to his ego at how fast you obey his command, coming undone the second his fingers curl just enough again. 

He removes his fingers once you’ve calmed down, locking eyes with you as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking your arousal and cum clean off. When he’s done he leans over you again, kissing you deeply to make you taste yourself. 

He’s so in love with the sounds you make. The way you react to his touch. The way you trust him completely. 

You. 

“Do you have a condom?” He rasps against your lips and you still. 

“No.” Your eyes widen as if you just remembered you forgot to unplug your hair straightener. “I…I didn’t think this was going to happen tonight…so I never thought to like…get them…”

“Oh.” He starts to pull away, “that’s okay. We can sto—” your hand reaches out on instinct, fingers wrapping around his arm. 

“We don’t need a condom though, right?” 

What?

“What?” His eyes go wide. 

“You’re…you haven’t…with anyone recently, right?”

“No. Not since I met you. I’m clean. I promise.”

“Okay. And I obviously haven’t in a long time, not since…” your fingers let go of his arm, falling by his hand. 

“You don’t have to talk about it, Bug.”

“No, I know. But what I’m saying is…” you’re fidgeting with your fingers and Jungkook wants nothing more than to hold you and end your anxiety. To just take it all away. But he remains silent and still, allowing you to think and find your words without pressure. 

“What I’m saying is, if we’re both clean, I have an IUD…we should be okay.”

“Y/n, are you sure?” You quickly nod, a shy smile crossing your face. Jungkook leans back down to place a soft kiss to your lips, both of you taking a deep breath before he smiles. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You both get lost in the kiss. Breathing becomes slightly more erratic as hands move down your torso to part your legs more before one hand leaves your body to position himself against your folds. He teases the tip of his cock against the slickness of your arousal, and all it takes is a whisper of his name against his lips to slowly push in. 

Your lips part against his mouth as you let out a gasp at the slow stretch. Jungkook breathes in the breathy moan with his forehead pressed against yours. 

“That’s it baby. Deep breaths. You’re so fucking perfect.” He’s not sure what words are escaping past his lips because he’s too focused on the way you feel around him, and especially the way your walls tighten when he bites your bottom lip and growls “and fucking mine.”

He has to still himself once he’s fully inside of you, every single inch buried deep in you. He lowers his head to tuck his face where your neck meets your shoulder, 

“Let me know when I can move, Bug.” His voice rasps, tickling your skin and he has to fight the urge to do anything until you give the go ahead. 

“It’s okay, Koo. Please. Need to feel you.” He winces at the way your fingernails dig into his shoulder blades as he slowly pulls out and rolls his hips back into you. After a few experimental thrusts, and encouragement from your moans, Jungkook kisses along your throat as the thrusts become harder, but still agonizingly slow for both of you. 

“Jungkook. Faster. You’re not going to break me.” You let out a shaky laugh at the same time as a moan, tightening around him at a particularly deep thrust.

“I wanna take my time with you.” He whines into your neck, “wanna feel you and listen to the sounds you make for me.” 

“We have all the time in the world for that, Koo.” You chuckle at his groan, wrapping your legs around his hips and using your feet to push him further against you. “Fuck me like I’m yours.” 

He doesn’t intend for the deep guttural groan that emits from his chest as he pulls away from you, sitting back on his knees. He gives you one soft look that quickly changes to something feral as his fingers dig deep into your hips, lifting them up as he begins fucking into you with a faster rhythm. 

“Fuck, like that.” You moan, hands searching for anything to hold onto. Your fingers wrap themselves in your sheets, tugging them every time he rocks himself into you, crying out when his thumb adds pressure to your clit with each thrust. 

It feels too good. You feel too good. How are you real? How are you his? 

He loves you. And you love him. 

Fuck. 

“I’m not gonna make it much longer, Bug.” He winces when he feels you tighten around him again, “please tell me you’re close.” 

“So close, Koo. So close.” You pant, feeling fed up with how far away he is and tugging him back down to you. Your lips meet and he has to stop himself from deepening the kiss. 

“Where can I?” 

“Inside.” You breathe against his mouth. 

“Inside?”

“Inside Koo. Please.” You whine and four thrusts later, he lets out a deep groan, hips stuttering as he comes inside, painting your walls white. 

It’s barely a second later before you’re coming for the third time and Jungkook has to shut his eyes to fully commit the sounds of your orgasm and the feel of your walls pulsing around his cock to memory. 

Jungkook’s not sure how much time passes, being too happy in his post-sex haze, but the sound of you wincing brings him out of it. 

“What happened? You okay?” His voice is full of panic, but you laugh in response. 

“I’m fine, Jungkook. Your sharp elbow was pressing into me.”

“My elbows aren’t that pointy.” He mumbles, still pulling his weight off you as you giggle at him again. 

“Yes they are. You could probably take an eye out with one. Or pop a balloon.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, walking into your bathroom to grab a wet washcloth, glaring at you when he returns. 

“Here I was about to do some loving aftercare for my girlfriend…and she insults my elbows.” You snicker as he sits on the side of the bed, his lips forming a small pout while your fingers mindlessly glide up and down his arm.

“Could be worse. I could insult your biting kink I didn’t know you had.” You let out a small gasp when the washcloth makes contact with your center as he wipes away the mess you two made. 

“You liked it.” He’s quick to contradict you, looking back at you with a sneer that quickly disappears when he sees your bright smile. 

That smile he wants painted in his mind. 

That smile he swears is the most genuine smile he’s ever seen. 

“I’m sorry I insulted your elbows, Koo. They’re beautiful in their pointy ways.”

“Aish. You’re annoying.” He grumbles, quickly making it back to the bathroom to toss the washcloth in the sink and returning back to you. 

“You love me.” You grin, sitting on the side of the bed as he stands in front of you. 

“I do.” He nods. 

“I love you, too.”

“Mmm. Say that again.” He grins, grabbing the hand that was trailing his skin a moment ago to kiss your knuckles. 

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook. I don’t care what anyone says or does, you’re mine and I’m yours.” 

It’s literal music to his ears. 

“God, I could probably go a few more rounds just from those two sentences.” 

You laugh out loud, wriggling your hand free from his grasp as you stand up, and patting his cheek.

“Too bad. The chicken should be here soon and I’m hungry.”

Chicken?

“What chicken?”

“…the fried chicken…” you glare at him and he just stares back. “Wow, you really were nervous about being here. So nervous, you tuned out a whole conversation about food.” 

“I think you’re making it up. I would never tune out a conversation about food.” 

And as if perfectly timed, your phone dings at the same time as your doorbell. You turn away from him, his hands quick to settle in your sides as you find his oversized button up. 

“Fine. All the chicken is for me.” You quip, tossing the shirt on and buttoning up all the buttons except the top three. 

He has to pull himself out of his own mind at the view of you in his clothing knowing full well you’re naked underneath. 

“Wait.” He grabs your wrist as you start walking away. “You are not going to the door like that.”

“Well you’re not going like that.” You gesture to his form, still completely naked with a semi. You smirk, pulling out of his grip as you walk away, “besides! I put ‘leave at the door’. I don’t like awkward conversations with delivery people. Just leave the food and go.” Your voice trails away before returning with a pair of men’s joggers. 

“Where’d you get those?”

“They’re Danny’s. They’re new. He bought them and never wore them for whatever silly reason.” You shrug, handing them to Jungkook. 

Right. Danny. 

“What are we going to do about him, by the way?” His voice is nervous as he puts the sweatpants on, grabbing his undershirt as well while you seek out new underwear for yourself. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, grabbing your phone to check the doorbell camera. 

“He doesn’t want this to happen.”

“He’s not a part of this relationship, Koo. What he wants doesn’t matter.” 

“I know. But,” he’s quick to speak, but stops suddenly at the sight of you looking up at him. 

Why is this even an issue? You love him. You’re standing in his shirt right in front of him. And yet, he’s worried about what your best friend is going to think? 

Who cares?

He’d defend your relationship until the end of time. 

God, he’d fight wars for you. 

“But, what?” Your eyebrow pulls up at him and he shakes his head. 

“Nothing. It’s just us. You’re mine. I’m yours. That’s what’s important.” He walks forward, surprising you by picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands resting just below your ass. 

“Exactly.” You smile, leaning in to kiss his lips. Except you pull away far sooner than he’d like. “What also matters is that the food’s been delivered for like two minutes and it’s safe to grab it now.”

“I’ll get it.” He sets you down, turning you to face the doorway and leading you out of your room. “I don’t want to risk someone else seeing my girlfriend practically naked and freshly fucked.”

“JUNGKOOK!”

He giggles as he steps in front of you, heading to the door while you go to the kitchen to get the plates. 

He doesn’t even hide his over the moon smiles the rest of the night, taking every opportunity to either hold you or be close to you. Any moment he could have his hands on you and make you feel good after you’re done eating, he went for it. 

The next morning, you wake up with a soft groan. Jungkook barely gave you a moment to yourself last night, clinging to your body as much as possible and having his way with you a few more times, once in the shower. You move to stretch in place, but a strong arm wrapped around your back pulls you closer. 

And for a second, you panic. Your eyes open wide in fear, but then you hear a light snore and your eyes focus on the freckle on the neck of the man you confessed to last night. 

Holy shit, you said you love him. 

And you meant it. 

And he said he loves you. 

And he meant it. 

You think. 

No. He did. He loves you. Don’t doubt it. He loves you. Accept it. He loves you. Holy crap, he loves you. 

The hand on your back subconsciously moves up and down across your skin, relaxing your panicked thoughts and forcing you to only focus on him. 

You slowly lean forward, placing a soft kiss over the freckle on his neck before leaving feather light kisses across his neck and under his jaw. 

“Mmmph.” Jungkook lets out a soft grunt, the hand on your back finding your waist and squeezing. 

“Koo…” you whisper against his jaw, right under his ear. Your free hand moves to glide across his chest, reaching the other side of his face to guide him to face you. 

“Bug…” he groans, making you chuckle, “‘Mm sleepin.”

“But you made a promise.” You smirk, watching his eyebrows furrow for a moment before he finally opens his eyes to look down at you. 

“Wha?” 

“You have to sing the song that explains the bug nickname.” You laugh as he lets out a disgruntled groan, pushing you away slightly. 

“Here I thought if I fucked you enough, you’d forget.” He chuckles as you lightly smack his chest. 

“Nope. You owe me. Get singing, Koo.” You remove yourself from his grasp and crawl out of bed. You run to Danny’s room, grabbing one of his guitars and rushing back to your bed where Jungkook is lazily sitting up. 

“My voice is gonna be shit.” He grumbles, lifting his arms above his head to stretch. 

“Don’t care. Maybe it’ll be sexier.” You grin as you sit down in front of him. You know it’ll be sexier. You’ve heard him sing after waking up before and you nearly melted into a pile of goo. 

“You’re a menace.” He rolls his eyes, taking Danny’s guitar and tuning it to the sounds he’s looking for. 

You’ll never get tired of watching him work like this. He’s sent you videos of him in the studio playing guitar, the drums, the piano, and even the random failed attempt at the trumpet. And you’ll never admit it to him that you’ve watched them on repeat. It’s like watching a whole other person when he’s working on his music. 

You love it. 

Love him. 

“Okay.” His scratchy voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you smile as he takes a deep breath. He looks nervous. You are, too, to be honest. 

“You’re not allowed to laugh.” He’s quick to defend himself before he plays a single chord, giving you enough time to giggle and give him a scouts honor promise that you won’t laugh. 

Called you for the first time yesterday

Finally found the missing part of me

Wait. You know this song. Why do you know this song? 

Felt so close but you were far away

Left me without anything to say

Oh my god, is it really?

Now I'm speechless

Over the edge, I'm just breathless

It can’t be. 

I never thought that I'd catch this lovebug again

IT IS. 

Your grin is unbearable as he continues the song, refusing to look at you. You almost want to cry, but mostly you want to kiss your boyfriend and maybe tease him a little for the song choice. 

When he plays the last chord and sings the last note, the room falls silent as he keeps his gaze lowered on nothing while yours are fixated on him. 

When he finally looks up at you, his eyes widen into those cute shocked Bambi eyes you adore so much. 

“What?” He asks nervously. You’re still grinning, shaking your head. 

“Nothing. Just wasn’t expecting you to break out into the Jonas Brothers.” You laugh when he rolls his eyes, helping him remove the guitar so you can straddle his lap. 

“Nothing wrong with the JoBros.” He mumbles in defense, his arms wrapping around your waist. You snicker, kissing his cheek and burying your face in his neck. 

“Absolutely nothing wrong with the JoBros. It was beautiful, Koo. Thank you.” You whisper against his skin, loving the way you can feel his pulse quicken under your lips. His large hands grasp your hips, pulling you closer. His thumbs play with the bottom of the silk shirt you stole from him last night and you softly moan at the delicate touch. 

But, of course, you don’t live alone. You have a roommate. One who likes to make his presence known. So much so, that the knock on your wall sounds determined and you jump in Jungkook’s lap, who defensively wraps his arms around you to shield you. 

“Fun time’s over, huh?” Jungkook whispers against your hair. You nod, pulling away to look at him. 

“Yeah. I better give his guitar back. And probably tell him you’re my boyfriend whether he likes it or not.” 

“Are you good talking to him alone?”

“Koo, he’s my soulmate. He understands me better than anyone else. It’ll be okay.” You crawl off the bed, hiding your gasp when Jungkook grabs a handful of your ass one last time as you grab some sweatpants and step into them.  

“I’ll be back.” You smile, leaning down to kiss your boyfriend who pulls you in for a deeper kiss.

“Good luck.” He gives you one last kiss and you fight the urge to crawl back into bed with him. 

“I love you.” You whisper, grabbing the guitar and walking away from your bed and out of your room. 

Being in love feels so good.

hope you liked it! lmk what you think. 🥰

[1800dojaejung]

Smile | KSJ

🎾 Summary: Kim Seokjin has been a professional tennis player for years. He has countless tennis trophies in his penthouse in South Korea and has won two grand slams. He’s even in talks to participate in the upcoming Olympics. He’s dated a handful of well-known people with no problem and is confident to the point of irritation to those around him.

Kim Seokjin has all of these things and has done so many things and yet…for some reason he’s unable to simply ask you for your number or get to know you. 🎾 Pairing: Pro Tennis Player!Seokjin x Barista Afab!Reader 🎾 Genre & AUs: Fluff, strangers to lovers au, cafe au (kinda), sports au 🎾 Rating: PG 🎾 Warnings: Like 3 curse words 🎾 Words: 2.8k 🎾 Note: This is for the Catch of the Century: Dirty 30 collab hosted by the amazing @joheunsaram! ❤️ This was supposed to be a completely different fic with a bunch of angst and whatnot but 1) it’s been missing Seokjin soft hours over here lately and 2) life sucks and I wanted some cute, lighthearted fluffy shit to get me through it lol. The songspo for this is You Don’t Know My Name by Alicia Keys and it's more a loose, roles reversed version of that kinda. This started as an oldddddd fic of mine that I rewrote. I’ll probably still write the other fic I had in mind in the future when I’m feeling angsty again.

A huge thank you to @hobipaint for being my first beta and helping me expand on a few details for the better of the premise and plot and thank you to @snoozeagustd for being my second beta and making sure my jumble of words made sense - thank you x500 both of you!! 🫶🏽 And thank you to the always iconic @kithtaehyung for this absolutely phenomenal banner!! ❤️ 🎾 Net tag: @kflixnet

Kim Seokjin has been a professional tennis player for years. He has countless tennis trophies in his penthouse in South Korea and has won two grand slams. He’s even in talks to participate in the upcoming Olympics. He’s dated a handful of well-known people with no problem and is confident to the point of irritation to those around him.

Kim Seokjin has all of these things and has done so many things and yet…for some reason, he’s unable to simply ask you for your number or get to know you.

It’s embarrassing for him really, yet the courage to do anything about it evades him at each opportunity. He’d never been a believer in love at first sight, that is until he first set his sights on you. 

It’s close to sundown when he and his team arrive in the country for a week-long doubles match and everyone is in need of caffeine before meeting with some sports magazine for a last-minute but important interview. Seokjin, his match partner Taehyung, and the rest of his entourage bustle into the cafe that sits across from their hotel, thankful for its close proximity. 

His manager Namjoon takes everyone's orders as they all occupy a few tables by the register and Seokjin accompanies him to place the order. He’s fumbling with his phone, not paying attention too much until he hears the sound of your voice in front of them.

“Hey, what can I get you?” 

Seokjin’s eyes shoot up to look at you and he visibly falters, thankful that Namjoon is the one doing the talking.

You catch his eye immediately as you look at the two of them with what he would describe plainly as a bored expression on your beautiful face. He watches your perfect lips as they move, speaking with Namjoon and typing the orders into the register with delicate hands. He can’t help but eye your body as you shift over to the various coffee machines, noting the focused look on your face as you work.

Seokjin’s ears strain to listen as you hum while you work. It takes him a second, but he works out that you’re humming a Coldplay song - albeit off-key but he definitely recognizes it. 

Once the drinks are made, you call out Namjoon’s name and Seokjin walks with him to collect them. You simply toss them a ‘have a good night’ and move to clean up your workstation.

 The interaction is so normal and so casual he can hardly believe it. Seokjin can’t recall a time when he’s gone into a restaurant or other establishment and gotten recognized instantly by not only patrons but employees themselves. This is the first time in a long time that Seokjin hasn’t been hounded for a photo and autograph and it’s refreshing and a little exciting to be a stranger to someone again.

Especially someone as beautiful as you.

The next morning, Seokjin gets up early before he has to leave for the first match and crosses the street to the busy coffee shop. He goes simply on a whim, muttering a small prayer that you’ll be there. Luck is on his side when he looks behind the counter to see you fussing with the pastries by the register, not having noticed him come in.

He adjusts his tennis outfit and takes a breath as he makes his way to the register. You hold up a finger to him as you seem to put the finishing touches on a display of muffins. When you finally turn towards him, he holds his breath, wondering if now that it’s daytime, with the sun shining brightly into the cafe window if you’ll recognize him, especially in what’s essentially his work uniform.

And to his relief, you don’t.

“Hi, what can I get you?” Your tone is flat but your voice is still as melodic as it sounded last night - like a favorite song he hasn’t heard in so long. You look at him with an intense gaze, making Seokjin uncharacteristically squirm a little under your gaze. He clears his throat and smiles wide enough that it reaches his eyes. 

“What do you think is best?” He asks in his best English. He can’t help but silently thank Namjoon for helping him brush up on the language before the trip.

You hum and turn to scan the menu. “The caramel latte is pretty good,” you suggest with a tiny shrug.

“I'd like that, please. A medium.” He watches as you type his order into the register before you direct him where to swipe his credit card.

“Name?” You question, poised to write on the cup in your hand.

“Jin,” he says quickly, not putting much thought into his answer. It’s the first time he hasn’t had to use a completely fake variation of his name while his face is concealed and it’s almost exhilarating. You simply scribble that on the cup in your hand and turn away to make his drink.

Seokjin watches you work from his seat, doing his best not to make it obvious he’s throwing glances your way. You’re humming again as you assemble his drink, this time it’s one of his favorite songs by The Fray. The tune sounds half a beat too fast, but he still catches it and he loves your rendition of it. 

When you call his name and he approaches to retrieve his latte, your fingers brush as he takes his cup from you and Seokjin feels the tips of his ears turn bright red, but you don’t seem too phased, and instead, you go to wipe down the counter behind you, not paying him any more mind. Not even when the tv hanging behind the register shows a commercial for the televised match he’s playing shortly and a clip of him from a previous game shows up for a few seconds. No one seems to care, not even you, and Seokjin actually loves that.

Between how effortlessly beautiful you look in your jeans and black apron and the fact that he can approach you as just a normal guy, Seokjin realizes you’re still on his mind as the day drags on, which is how he finds himself back inside the cafe later that afternoon after winning his first match, and yet again that evening after he and the rest of his team come back from dinner. 

That night, you’re not on shift alone, so before he walks into the coffee shop, he digs through his bag for a mask, donning it before heading inside.

“Welcome in!” Your co-worker behind the register greets him when he enters.

Your head turns to glance at him from your spot in front of a blender. If you recognize him from his earlier trips you don’t show it, going back to your task at hand.

“What can I get for you?” The bubbly girl asks, a megawatt smile beaming at him. Her name tag reads ‘Krystal’ and he notes how he’s never seen your nametag full on to read your name.

“Um, a medium caramel iced latte please.”

She nods, inputting his order. Once he pays and is waiting for his order, he observes you chatting with your co-worker so he doesn’t get to hear a tone-deaf version of a song he knows.

Instead, Seokjin is graced with something even more endearing: a smile from you.

Each time he’s seen you, you take orders and make drinks with a neutral, unchanging expression. Not once do you crack a real, carefree smile or even so much as a smirk. Your mouth is either in a straight line or turned down when you seem to be concentrating, but the corners of your mouth never find their way up.

Part of Seokjin thinks he’s staring too much while the other part of him doesn’t care and instead memorizes your smile. The perfect curve of the corners of your mouth, mirth twinkling in your eyes like stars. The shape of your velvety-looking lips as they stretch wide and the perfect roundness of the apples of your cheeks. It’s the kind of smile that feels like a warm ray of sun on cold skin or a freshly baked pie straight out of the oven. It’s the type of smile that makes Seokjin forget any other smile he’s ever had thrown at him, and the type he’ll never forget.

The way in which your face lit up still lingers when he collects his drink and long after you’ve dropped the expression, resorting back to your default look. 

The need to see you smile again is mighty as Seokjin decides right then and there that he wants to be the reason you genuinely smile and yearns for you to direct it at him.

Seokjin isn’t trying to be creepy - really he’s not. You just so happen to be the most beautiful person he’s ever seen and he wants so badly to strike up a conversation with you and learn more. Your likes, dislikes, your favorite ice cream flavor, your favorite movies, and your least favorite genre of music.

It’s why he goes back to the cafe five more times during the week between matches and other schedules, hoping to approach you with more than his coffee order.

He doesn’t because whenever you turn to look at him, eyes trained on him, mouth moving to ask what he wants, all of a sudden, he forgets any of those things and instead it’s business as usual, except sometimes he throws in a small pastry, but that’s all the additional words he can get out.

It’s silly really, but here he is, at the age of thirty stumbling over words simply because a pretty girl is looking at him. He kicks himself each time he leaves the coffee shop, telling himself to try again next time.

Seokjin and Taehyung win the doubles match at the end of the week which puts Seokjin in the best mood he’s been in all week. He wakes up after a night of celebratory partying and shuffles across the street once more after getting ready for the day. 

As has become his routine, he’s sitting at his usual table located to the left of the cash register, one table away from the front door. He sips on his latte and alternates between scrolling on his phone and keeping an eye on you as you peer down at your phone. The cafe is quiet, only two other people immersed in their personal bubbles with drinks already in hand. He sees the delicate quirk of your mouth as you type, the expression tugging his heartstrings. 

It’s his last day in the country and he’s still riding high on his adrenaline from yesterday’s win. Today is the day he’ll talk to you - really talk to you. 

“You do know that what you've been doing is creepy, right?” Seokjin nearly leaps out of his seat upon hearing the sudden voice from behind him. He turns to see Namjoon staring back at him.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Seokjin says, matter-of-factly.

Namjoon scoffs and slides into the seat across from him. “Oh, please, we all know you’ve been sneaking off. It wasn't until Taehyung decided to follow you that we knew you were here. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, you know." Namjoon turns slightly to glance at you while you take the orders of a few women in business suits. “She’s cute.”

Seokjin watches you effortlessly move behind the counter as another customer enters and approaches to order, ignoring the flash of jealousy he feels when Namjoon compliments you. “Okay, fine yeah, I’ve been here. I just…god she’s beautiful.” 

“Have you talked to her?”

As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he does, with a quiet groan. “No. She’s just…I don’t know. Whenever I get up there all I can stutter out is my stupid coffee order. I’ve never had trouble talking to attractive people before but she’s different and she gets me all flustered like a dumb teenage boy.”

Namjoon chuckles, giving his client and friend a sympathetic look. “That is very unlike you. Kim Seokjin? Speechless and unable to flirt with someone? Who are you and what have you done with my favorite self-absorbed hyung?”

Rolling his eyes, Seokjin chooses to ignore Namjoon’s teasing. “I just…I wish I could get to know her. She’s so beautiful and has the most breathtaking smile I’ve ever seen. Oh, and she also has such a similar taste in music to me. I can always tell what she’s humming to herself when she works. And her drinks are always perfect too. Always the right amount of ice to everything else ratio and never too much sweetener. And not once has she seemed to recognize me or lose her mind to talk to me - hell I don’t even think she knows who I am! Do you know how rare that is? To like someone who doesn’t know me as the sensational tennis player Kim Seokjin and simply Jin who orders iced lattes is…something I’ve missed so badly.”

Eyebrows raised at Seokjin’s confession, Namjoon lets him finish. “As sweet as that sounds, I don’t think being the strange man who's been watching her all week is a great look for you.” Namjoon jokes, giving Seokjin a look over his glasses. “Now, come on. We have to head out for the shoot in ten minutes.” Seokjin frowns but finishes his drink before getting up and following Namjoon out of the cafe, glancing at you once more over his shoulder.

By the time he and Taehyung finish their winners’ photoshoot, it’s late afternoon and Seokjin hasn’t stopped thinking about you. He and the team are set to be on a plane back to South Korea right after returning to the hotel to get their belongings, but Seokjin can’t just leave the country without one last visit and one last attempt at talking to you.

“Seokjin! We have to leave for the airport shortly!” His stylist calls to his retreating back as everyone piles out of the SUV dropping them off in front of the hotel.

“I know, just give me five minutes!” He holds up his hand as he crosses the street and beelines for the familiar cafe.

As usual, you’re there. There are only four other people in the shop, either typing away on their laptops or phones, but none of them look up when he enters. Seokjin makes eye contact with you as he approaches the counter, but before he can open his mouth, you beat him to it.

“Medium iced caramel latte, right?” You ask, already inputting his order into the register in front of you.

He simply blinks back at first. “Oh, yes please.” He smiles at you, waiting for his queue to swipe his card. You remember him. You remember his order. He’s acutely aware of the way his heart leaps in his chest and the desire to let out a loud cheer in the middle of the coffee shop is strong, but he contains himself. 

This is the last time he very well may see you for the rest of his life. Seokjin is about to walk away from the most gorgeous human he’s ever laid eyes on and even until the end, he’s too chickenshit to even ask for your number. The mere thought of getting rejected by you makes him want to shrivel up and float away. Not that he hasn’t been rejected before, but if it’s you, the beautiful stranger from the coffee shop with the smile like a siren’s song that has unknowingly captured his heart? He’ll never be able to get that out of his head.

In the end, the best thing he can even think to do is to grab a napkin and a pen from his bag before he can talk himself out of it.

“Jin,” you call out his name and he has to force his legs to walk over to the pick-up counter. 

“Thank you.” He bows slightly to you and slides the napkin across the counter. He wants to say so much and let you know just how much of an effect you have on him, but he can’t. He can only hope that this is enough.

You watch the man leave the cafe, almost afraid to see what he’s written. You aren’t oblivious to the fact that he’s been coming in two to three times a day for the past week, always seemingly when you were on shift. He always ordered the same drink, which you had recommended, and he'd sit at the same table. He pretended to play with his phone, but you could always feel his deep brown eyes on you as you worked. At least he was respectful each time, never making you feel uncomfortable or like you were in danger.

Sure he was cute, handsome even, but you’ve perfected your poker face around attractive people so as to not show when you are, in fact, looking at them as much as they’re looking at you. 

You hold the napkin in your hand and glance out of the large glass window at the front of the shop, watching the man known to you only as Jin, look both ways before crossing the street. Sighing, you open the napkin to read his words.

Hi. 

Please don’t think I have bad intentions. You’re the most breathtaking person I’ve ever seen. It’s why I’ve been too scared to talk to you. I’m not from here and am flying back home today. I may never see you again, but I’ll regret this for the rest of my life if I don’t try.

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

I would love more than anything to get to know more about you, but I understand if you don’t want to text me. I’m just the guy that’s ordered the same drink from you all week. 

I just want you to know that you’re beautiful. Smile and let the world see it. :)

-Kim Seokjin - the medium iced caramel latte guy

(You have great taste in music by the way)

These past few weeks for you have been one of the absolute worst. Life has been testing you in more ways than one, and anything that could go wrong for you, definitely has. The last thing you’ve wanted to do was show up to work, but here you are, day in and day out, extra shifts and all. Everything has been shitty and terrible and the urge to disappear has been strong.

The napkin in your hand with the sweet note from a kind stranger makes your stomach flutter though. You can’t remember the last time that someone who wasn’t a friend or a family member made you feel so warm. You don’t even mind that he’s probably heard the off-key humming you have a habit of doing while working if his last comment is any indication.

Your head whips up, looking out of the window at the front of the cafe and you can see Seokjin standing across the street, staring right at you. He raises his hand and gives a small wave before getting into the black SUV parked next to him and you watch as it pulls away.

Right on cue, the tv behind the counter catches your eye. The sports channel plays every day, per the request of your boss, and usually, you don’t pay it any mind since sports aren’t normally of any interest to you, but a familiar face comes on the screen at that moment. The face of the man who’s ordered the same drink you recommended to him all week pops up. 

Kim Seokjin, an apparent champion in the tennis world and clearly a big deal, left you a hastily written note telling you he’s been too nervous to talk to you, the barista of a cafe he’s never been to. What is the universe even doing right now?

Seokjin stares out the window as the car takes everyone to the airport, doing his best to listen to Namjoon talk about the interviews he has once they arrive back home, but all he can think about is you. Did you throw out his note after you read it? Are you going to tell everyone what a weirdo he is? If Namjoon knew he wrote his number down for you and left it like that, he’ll never hear the end of it. Especially not if you sell his number online or give it to the press or something. Maybe he should have thought that through more. Maybe if he wasn’t such a wuss he- 

His train of thought derails when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly fishes out the device, frantically going to his messages.

[Unknown] Hi Mr. Stalker. Do you go around leaving your number on random napkins for every person you think is pretty?? 😉

A rush of something unfamiliar yet warm fills Seokjin’s chest when he reads your texts. 

[Seokjin] No. Only the prettiest ones I’ve ever had the fortune of seeing and that’s only ever happened once.

[Seokjin] And by once I mean right now. Just saying.

[Unknown] 😂 Well I’m honored.

[Seokjin] Hi honored, I’m Seokjin 😃

[Unknown] Wow. I should block you for that…

[Unknown] But it made me laugh so I won’t. I’m Y/n, by the way. Nice to meet you Seokjin 🙂

Maybe Namjoon won’t kill him after all, Seokjin thinks as he adds your name to his contacts. Giving his number to a stranger pays off as he gets absorbed in finally talking to you, images of your face and the memory of your voice quickly filling his head. If he’s lucky, maybe one day he’ll be able to see you again and if he’s even luckier, he’ll get to see you smile again, but this time for him.

[flurrys-creativity]

Sciamachy

Sciamachy (n.) - a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow

Pairing: Jung Hoseok (BTS) x Reader

Genre: Secret Agent AU, Fake Marriage AU, e2l, Romance, Angst, SMUT

Rating: nsfw, 18+

Warnings: mentions of smuggling, going undercover, somewhat forced marriage, some cursing, smut, usage of toys, masturbating, fingering, humping, cum shot, aftercare, mentions of cheating, talks about illegal stuff, kissing and that should be it….

Wordcount: 5.742

Project: Idols over Flowers event by @k-vanity​ 

Bouquet: Roses (romance) and violets (angst) and a hint of lavender (crime and mystery) with elderflower (fake dating), amaranthus (marriage and co.) and thistle (own au a.k.a secret agent) as supporting flowers and cordyline (e2l) and silver dollar eucalyptus (only one bed) as greenery.

A/N: I reeeeaaallly wanted to join the event but I have more than enough wips and couldn’t start a new one… so I decided to take an old one and rebrandish it for this event! Please enjoy this one shot and tell me what you think!

The moving truck stopped in front of one of the many similar looking houses in the suburbs. You heard the door of the driver side open and close again, yet you stayed rooted on the passenger seat with a distant gaze.

Trees lined along the street, all of them with the exact same distance to the next. No trash could be found on the street or the sidewalks. Kids rode their bicycles in the distance while others played hopscotch on the sidewalk, laughing and cheering.

You turned your head to the side, staring out of the window to your new home. Lush green bushes almost hid the pristine white fence surrounding the neatly kept lawn. A straight path led up to the porch and to the evenly white front of the house.

The dream for every newly wed couple.

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All my Love | BSK (M)

💍Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x Afab!Reader

💍Genres & AUs: Romance, fluff, smut, established relationship au, soulmate au

💍Summary: You and your husband spend your first night as newlyweds together, still as in love with each other as you've been since day one.

💍Rating: 18+

💍Warnings: Profanity, fingering, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, creampie, cum eating, so much fluff!!! Like they are so in love!!!

💍Words: 3.4k

💍Note: Written for @k-vanity Idols over Flowers event. The bouquet I put together is: roses (romance), fresia (own genre idea), amaranthus (marriage & co), thistle (own au), myrtle (soulmate), band of satin (weddings).

I’ve been in my Seungkwan feels lately and just wanted some fluffy smut 🥺 Thank you @agustdealer for betaing this for me!!! 💖

💍Net Tag: @kflixnet

You had never given much thought to the concept of finding your soulmate or even marriage. Growing up, when all of your friends were finding their soulmates around you, all of them having their tiny heart-shaped birthmarks on their wrists filled in a deep shade of scarlet while your own stayed empty and nothing but an outline, you barely cared much.

When you graduated high school and went to college, even more people in your life were finding the person that the universe told them they’d be spending their life with. You watched and congratulated them and wished them well. You accepted that maybe it would take longer for you to find your person. Even after you graduated college and entered the working world and wedding invitations showed up in your email left and right, you remained unphased. 

At least since you were single you only had to be responsible for yourself and didn’t have the extra baggage of another person to worry about. A few partners entered your life here and there, but none of them wanted anything too serious. 

You weren’t their soulmate after all since their tattoos stayed an empty heart like yours when you were together.

And that was fine. You were content and as your twenties went on that all remained the same and it was okay - you were okay. You’d nearly forgotten about the concept of soulmates and had long since stopped fantasizing about your own wedding.

And then Boo Seungkwan popped into your life and all of that changed.

You met him through a friend at your new job, everything. Your co-worker Hansol introduced you both at a company party that Seungkwan had been his plus one for, and upon bringing your hand up in a small, shy wave to him, you saw it. The little black heart outline on the inside of your right wrist - the one that had stayed empty for years - slowly began to fill with the brilliant red that signified you had met your soulmate.

Instantly, you understood everything that you’ve heard your entire life. That finding your soulmate is like finding the other half of yourself that’s been missing within you. That the feeling of seeing your soulmate for the first time would resemble an almost out-of-body experience as everything immediately clicked into place. 

Seungkwan had also stared at his wrist in awe, slackjawed at the revelation. In no time, he became a constant in your life after that, the two of you instantly knowing that the universe had been oh so right in determining that you were meant for each other. He was the complete opposite of you in so many ways but he was also the most perfect man you had ever met in every possible way.

It took three years to know that Seungkwan is all you want for the rest of forever so when he proposed to you one spring afternoon you didn’t think twice about saying yes.

A year later, on another spring afternoon, you marry your soulmate, and everything for both of you is like a dream come true, feeling the happiest you’ve ever been.

“Wow! They really went all out with this room!” 

Seungkwan admires the trail of roses that lead from the hotel room door, across the carpet, and to the bed with the heart made of petals decorating the white linens. The room is bathed in a warm glow, so cozy and inviting with a few electric tealight candles strewn about. It’s all straight out of a romance movie with the champagne chilling near the bed and fruit sitting on the table - a true honeymoon suite.

You can’t help yourself as you skip over to the bed and flop backward onto the middle of it, the light scent of the rose petals invading your nose. 

“This is the nicest hotel room I’ve ever been in!” You admit, spreading your limbs to stretch your body on the king-sized bed. 

“Well, I had to make sure I booked us the nicest honeymoon suite. I can’t have my perfect, amazing wife stay in just any old room.” Seungkwan beams at you, your heart leaping in response.

“My husband is so thoughtful and always thinks of me. He truly is my soulmate, huh?” 

“Yeah, he is. He’s the luckiest man in the entire world to be able to call himself your soulmate.” Seungkwan saunters over to you, lying on his side next to you. He dips his head so that he speaks against your lips, his breath tickling you.

“I’m the lucky one. Not only is my husband extremely thoughtful but he’s also so insanely good-looking.” You run your hand down his arm, his muscles flexing under your touch from beneath the fabric of his tuxedo jacket. 

Seungkwan is always handsome and has been since the day you met, but something about seeing him today: his perfectly tailored suit hugging his body, his megawatt smile permanently etched onto his face, the sheer joy in his demeanor - it was enough to have you falling in love with him all over again. 

“Not as good-looking as my lovely, divine, phenomenal, wife is though.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, admiring the way you giggle at his words before finally kissing you, your lips moving together in perfect rhythm.

Kissing Seungkwan is always akin to a cliche romance movie moment no matter how many times you do it. The world around you melts away and everything you think about and feel and know is Seungkwan and Seungkwan only. 

His elegant hand cups your face with nothing but tenderness as yours snakes around his waist and under his jacket to pull him close. 

Gingerly and with nothing but tenderness, Seungkwan slips his tongue into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as his hand eagerly begins its descent. He moves from your cheeks, trailing down your chin, to your neck, then reaching its final destination of your breasts, still nestled in your white dress. 

He gives your mounds a few squeezes, eliciting a yelp from you. The reaction Seungkwan gets from you spurs him on, palming you a few more times, relishing in the whines you let out.

Soft, tender lips move away from your mouth, landing on your cheeks and then to your neck, the plunging neckline of your dress giving him easy access. Your husband lavishes your neck in kisses, loving the breathy symphony of sounds that you make for him. He spends extra time on your most sensitive of spots, using his teeth to ensure he leaves marks in his wake. 

“Kwannie…”

“Yes, baby?” 

“Please give me more!”

“What do you want?” he murmurs between nibbles.

“I want you.”

“Oh? You wanna consummate our marriage already?” He’s teasing you now, his lips moving back to your cleavage, licking a stripe back up to your neck.

“Well, you can’t just kiss me like this and not do anything else!” 

Seungkwan’s endearing laugh reaches your ears and you smile between squeals. 

“I can’t say no to you even if I wanted to, sweetheart.” 

His lips move to your cleavage again, leaving open-mouth kisses as his hand eases over your side to the zipper on the back of your dress. He unzips you with gentle hands, helping you lay on your back, and slides the dress off and onto the floor. Before he can get your panties off, you’re making grabby hands for him to help slip his jacket off. Seungkwan lets you undress him piece by piece until you’re both in your underwear, gaping at one another like teenagers during your first time.

His hands are on you again, unhooking your lace bra and shimmying the matching panties down your legs. Seungkwan takes a minute to admire you. Your skin, as smooth and supple as it always is, practically glows before him. Your eyes that he could look into and get lost in every day, shine as you stare up at him, your need for him so blatant. 

Seungkwan climbs onto the bed, between your legs to hover over you, and swoops down to smother your bare breasts in kisses, taking a nipple between his lips and suckling. A gasp leaves your lips as he flicks his tongue over the bud, leaving you squirming under him once again.

Teeth graze your nipple as Seungkwan continues, letting out deep hums against your skin. He switches between each breast, biting and sucking even more hickeys onto you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you huff out his name, pushing your chest to his face for more. 

The hand that Seungkwan isn’t using to grope you slides down your stomach, slowly inching towards your pussy, and his long, skilled digits trail up and down your sticky folds.

“You’re so wet, my love. Is that all for me?”

“It’s always for you.” And you mean every single word. Seungkwan is all that you need and want and so much more.

Seungkwan eases a finger into you, your overwhelming wetness making it easy. 

Your body always has an immediate reaction to your soulmate, going lax in his hold, but you still want so much more. Your thirst for Seungkwan is almost insatiable at times. All it takes is a few dirty words and a deep kiss to have you gushing for him and tonight is no different.

Seungkwan’s finger works you open as his thumb flicks at your swollen clit. A tiny shriek jumps from your throat, hands scrambling to latch onto Seungkwan’s arms, but he pays you no mind. His eyes only stay trained on you, quickening his movements to pull more melodic sounds from you.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” The words are hushed as they leave your husband’s mouth.

“You’ve said that about fifty times today,” you mewl as Seungkwan plunges a second finger into your greedy pussy.

“And I’ll say it another fifty times every single day for the rest of our lives.” He leans down to kiss you, and your eyes flutter shut both at the warmth of his lips and the way that his fingers crook up just the way you crave for them to.

Seungkwan’s wonderful fingers spear in and out of you while he continues to coo words of love and adoration at you. Seungkwan has never been shy in detailing the ways he loves you and the reasons why, but the sweet words he’s using to compliment everything from your laugh and your smile to your admirable selflessness and even the way that you sing to yourself when you think no one’s listening, has tears welling in your eyes.

It’s him singing your praises so genuinely and the pressure of his thumb circling your clit with the right amount of pressure that has you seeing stars as you come undone on his fingers. He works you through it, telling you how stunning you look and how lucky he is that he gets to see you like this for the rest of your lives.

Your husband kisses away the couple of wayward tears that manage to fall and gathers you in his arms, with the delicacy of handling a piece of fine porcelain.

“How are you, my love?” Seungkwan checks, inspecting your half-lidded eyes.

“I’m okay, but I’d be much better if you continued making love to me,” you run your fingers down one of his round cheeks, making sure to gently poke at the beauty mark under his eye that you love so much.

Seungkwan’s soft eyes darken with lust again at your words, his pretty lips quirking up at the corners.

“Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets.” He accentuates his words with a peck and bites at your lower lip. 

When Seungkwan buries his cock into you, his girth stretching your sensitive walls, it feels as though a fuse has been lit inside of you. Your eyes flutter as he begins moving his hips, thrusting into you deep, his pelvis pressing firmly into the back of your thighs. Seungkwan knows everything there is to know about you, like just how hard you like him to fuck you to all the spots on your body that have you squirming.

“Fuck, Seungkwan…yes.”

“My beautiful baby. So pretty and always willing for me.”

“Always.” Even with knitted brows, you give him a loving smile, your soulmate returning the gesture.

You wrap your legs around Seungkwan’s waist, pulling him as close as possible. His soft skin is so hot against yours, flushed in a way that makes him look even more perfect. Your arms wind around his neck and you pull him close enough to you that you can bury your face into his neck, inhaling the lingering smell of his cologne mixed with a hint of perspiration.

With every drag of his cock against your spongy walls, your cries of Seungkwan’s name only get louder. He shares your desperation though, as he starts to roll his hips into you faster, and he moans out for you in the same high-pitched tone he uses when he playfully throws a tantrum.

“You feel so good, darling. You feel so fucking good.”

“More, please Kwannie, gimme more!”

“Yeah? My baby wants more?”

“Mmhmm, need it. Need all of you.” Seungkwan stares back at you, eyes full of nothing but hearts and stars for you. He’d given you all of himself from the moment you met and would continue giving you any and every new piece you’d ask for.

Seungkwan dips his head down, his lips meeting yours. He kisses you with a tenderness that’s a stark contrast to the now bruising force of his thrusts, your body bouncing wildly on the mattress. Your loud, almost shrill-sounding squeals that escape between your mouths seem too loud to your ears and you almost worry you’re being too loud in the room. But when Seungkwan’s length pummels your g-spot, the thought is quite literally knocked out of you.

“You’re so perfect,” your soulmate mumbles into your mouth before sitting up straight to look down at you. 

You stare back at him in awe. Even with sweat beading on his forehead and nose and his skin as red as the ripest of tomatoes, Boo Seungkwan is still the most stunning man you’ve ever seen. When you voice this to him, he seems to blush even more, smiling at you in the most dazzling of ways.

He takes a moment to adjust, bringing his knees closer to the backs of your thighs and taking hold of your hips. You run your eyes over his arms and the way they bulge as he holds on, then move to his bare chest, wanting so badly to feel him under your fingers.

“Like what you see?” He teases, catching the way you ogle him as he slowly rolls his hips into you.

“Always, baby.” Reaching up, you drag your fingernails over his chest and down his stomach, goosebumps breaking out across his arms. 

Seungkwan pulls back, almost all the way out of you before driving his hips forward with a force that makes your eyes screw shut at the pleasure.

“Keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart. I wanna see you,” Seungkwan pants out and you oblige, forcing your lids open. 

The sight of your perfect soulmate, knitting his brows, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His chocolate eyes fixed - on you and only you - is enough to cause your heart to swell and your legs to shake almost violently as your orgasm rushes you.

“Seungkwan, I’m so close!” You do your best to roll your hips in sync with Seungkwan’s, your pace faltering as the pressure in your belly builds.

“Cum for me, baby. Let go for me,” his voice is like the finest silk, wrapping you up gently and making you impossibly warmer.

When you cum, it’s with Seungkwan’s name on your tongue as always is the case. Your lips part as you gasp for the air that’s knocked out of your lungs in the most glorious of ways. Your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open - a tiny bit of you thinks about shying away from Seungkwan’s gaze but he doesn’t let you.

He loves you in every conceivable way and thinks that everything you do is breathtaking, including when you cum. Your skin glistens and glows, your perspiration like the finest of glitters. Your pillow-soft lips part and sing his name which is enough to have Seungkwan falling apart right after you. His eyes flutter closed, and it’s your name this time that bounces off of the hotel room walls as he empties himself inside of your velvety walls.

Seungkwan fills you up, the both of you sharing a long moan at the intense warmth as he pumps you full and digs his nails into the outer parts of your thighs.

He huffs out a breath when he’s empty, slowly pulling out and watching his seed seeping out of your hole and dripping down your ass cheeks. He’s transfixed at the sight, licking his lips.

“Seungkwan? What-!” Your question ends in a choke as he suddenly drops to his stomach and shimmies to move his head between your legs, plunging his tongue as far into your entrance as he can. Your hands shoot down to grip his hair, his thick tongue moving in and out of your messy cunt, slurping up both your juices and his cum.

As he tends to do, Seungkwan eats you out as if you’re his last meal. The man truly never gets tired of being between your legs for as long as you’ll let him. One of his hands reaches up to grab your hand that’s tangled in his once neatly styled hair. He threads his fingers with yours, letting you squeeze him. The act is sweet, but it doesn’t overtake the lewd sounds he’s making as he moans into you, sending vibrations through your body.

It doesn’t take long at all for Seungkwan to have you releasing again, this time on his tongue as you cry out for him, your back bowing off of the bed dramatically.

He cleans you up, much more gentle this time, aware of just how sensitive you are now. Once he’s done, he crawls back up your body to look at you with those eyes again - so full of adoration for you.

Seungkwan kisses you once more, this one much more innocent, even with your scent on his face. 

After quite literally stealing the remaining breath out of you, Seungkwan flops onto the bed next to you. His hand finds yours between your bodies and threads your fingers together. He raises your hand, your wedding ring shining bright even in the dim lighting of the room.

“I can’t believe I get to call you my wife,” Seungkwan sighs, bringing the back of your hand down to his lips. “I love you so much, my sweet Y/n.”

“And I love you, my precious boo.”

The two of you lie there for a little longer, time nearly slowing as you admire every part of your husband, him doing the same. 

“You know, if I’m remembering what was on the website correctly, I think there’s a giant soaking tub in the bathroom,” he mentions. “We could both use a warm bath after the day we’ve had.”

“Yeah, I think we could too,” you smile. “You think they have bubbles?”

“Not sure, but I think we need to go find out.” 

Seungkwan helps you off the bed and holds your hand as you enter the other part of the suite. He lets you sit on the edge of the jacuzzi tub as he runs the water, ensuring it’s warm enough to soothe your sore muscles and adds the strawberry-scented bubbles he found on the countertop as it fills.

He keeps a close eye on the water, finally sparing you another glance once the tub is adequately full of warm bubbles. The smile that he sends your way is one that you’ve seen all night and even more times in the years you’ve been with him but it still doesn’t fail to make your heart race and have you sending him a shy one in return.

You’ve only been married for about ten hours now and it’s been the most magical ten hours of your life. You’re more than ready to be graced with a million more hours of loving and being loved by Boo Seungkwan, the soulmate that you’ve waited all this time for, and he was well worth the wait.

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Drift Away | k.m.g

Summary: You made the biggest mistake of your life, and now, Mingyu is trying his hardest to forget and forgive you, but how long till your infidelity rips you both apart? Besides, it’s not like you’d blame him. You hurt him. You did the one thing you promised never to do.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works

Word Count: 9321 words

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, Smut & Angst, Idol! AU, but like it’s not that important. It just sets the tone, I guess? Like why he stays in a dorm, etc.

Content Warnings: Cheating AU! slut shaming, blaming, crying, fighting. Soonyoung is kind of a dick, but it’s truly very warranted. Chan makes lame jokes, and it’s adorable. Cheol is the best human ever. Insecurities about wealth and fame gap between the reader and Gyu. Mingyu is honestly the bestest boy ever, and the reader makes a terrible choice, but let’s see.

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, pussy slapping (like once). Is Mingyu growling a warning? Creampie. I think that’s it.

Authors Note: This fic involves infidelity, I don’t condone it, but I’m aware it’s different for everyone, just know that this is a work of fiction, and you should never feel like you should accept anything, but the best for you 🥺 High key broke my own heart writing this.

Authors Note 2: Thank you so much to @spacequokka​ for beta'ing this angsty mess for me. I love you dearly for this! 💕 also, thank you so much to my fellow emotional mess baby @the-boy-meets-evil​ for helping me edit. Finally, a big thank you to my lovely SVTHub friends for reading this over thank you lovelies, @multi-kpop-fanfics​, @bitchlessdino​ and thank you @onlymingyus​ for the title 💕

Authors Note 3: Also if you’ve seen this fic before, it’s because it was something I’d published once for a different group, but I wanted to revisit and rework it 🩷

Cross Posted to AO3

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Nothing | KSJ

Pairing: KSJ x Fem!Reader

Rating: 🔞M; NSFW

Genre: Established relationship; slice of life; fluff; smut

Warnings: dilf!Seokjin; cussing; fingering; quickie unprotected sex in a committed, monogamous relationship; creampie; soft-fluffy aftercare in the end.

Word count: 956 words

Summary: You can’t get laid while on vacation with your kids…or can you?

A/N: Believe it or not, this started off soft LMAO but...Idk what happened 🤡 Anyway, it's a random "missing Jin hours" night for me. And yayy I finally got to use this photo of Jin 😅 This is also unbeta’d so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors 😬

It was a holiday weekend and your kids were finally out of school. You and Seokjin booked a little staycation to kick off your summer.

You can’t get laid while on vacation with your kids. It was a thought you both knew all too well. Still, you had to commend him for making an effort.

He went all out and booked a junior suite with an actual door that separates the bedroom from the sitting room. Your hotel room also came with a large couch that had a queen-sized sofa bed where the kids could sleep. He hoped that with the resort's family-friendly amenities, the kids would be thoroughly entertained and effectively drained of all their energy so they could sleep early, leaving some much-needed alone time for the both of you.

However, just as the kids were exhausted, you and Seokjin were too tired as well.

The following morning, you check your phone and see that it's just after 6 AM—Seokjin is still fast asleep. You slowly make your way to the door, quietly open it, and discover that both children are also sound asleep. Suddenly, you get an idea.

You smile to yourself, gently close the door, and lock it to ensure that you have some uninterrupted time. Then, you crawl back into bed and nudge Seokjin awake.

He opens his sleepy eyes to find you staring at him, your smile with a hint of mischief.

"Good morning," he mumbles mid-yawn and rubs his eyes.

"Hi. Want to have sex before the kids wake up?" you ask without hesitation.

It takes him a few beats to realize what you’re asking him. "Are you serious?" He frowns.

Your face falls; it wasn't the reaction you expected. "Oh--"

"What do you think?" he asks sarcastically. "When have I ever told you, 'No, I have a headache or my back hurts. It's too hot out or too cold. The kids wore me out today; My mom is sick; Diane is going through a divorce; My foot hurts, my hair hurts,'" he grumbles comically.

Sure, some of it is true, but you can't help but laugh at his ability to find humor in it.

"Baby, I don't need to be seduced. You’re my wife! All you've got to say is 'wanna fuck?'" he says at the end of his tirade.

You look at him pointedly and ask, "Okay, so...wanna fuck?"

He stares at you blankly for a second then rolls his eyes. "Yes, of course!" he says enthusiastically.

You suppress a giggle but fail as you watch him frantically push his boxers down and kicks them off. "Oh-oh…right now, huh?" You burst into laughter at his eagerness and take it as a cue to undress.

He begins to slide under the covers, parting your legs slightly so he could eat you out, but grab his shoulder to stop him.

“We don’t have time for that,” you caution him. “Besides, I’m already wet.”

He smirks playfully, sliding his fingers between your folds to double check. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pumps his fingers in and out of your entrance, taking a few moments to tease your clit.

“Jiiin…come onnn, please. Before Yuna starts banging on the door.” You could feel it in your bones. Every time you started fooling around at home, thinking your kids were sound asleep in their rooms, they would prove you wrong. Suddenly, you'd hear a little voice on the other side of the door, asking why it was locked. You could swear they had spider-senses or something.

“I just wanted a little taste,” he says before withdrawing his fingers to bring it up to his mouth to lick them clean.

Watching him drag his tongue to lap up your arousal turns you on to the point of no return. “Jin!” You whine, reminding him that you had a very small window of opportunity.

“Okay, okay,” he says gently before shifting his body to slot himself between your legs. “Ready for me?”

You nod and he braces himself. He sees you inhale sharply, and slides his length into your slick heat at the same time. As you exhale, the contact brings a different kind of high that electrifies you to the core.

You rock your hips to meet each thrust from him. Looking into your eyes, he tells you how beautiful you look and the way you're coming apart underneath him makes his cock harder. You pull his neck to bring his mouth down to yours, muffling your moans. He's hitting you exactly where you need him to.

Not a minute later, your back arches off the mattress as he swallows your orgasmic groans. He pounds into you, desperate to chase his own high. He buries his face into your shoulder as he empties himself into you.

You take a few seconds to nuzzle into each other, appreciating these rare but quiet moments where you can reconnect. It's a reminder that even though you have two children that take front and center nearly every waking day, your relationship will always take precedence.

"I don't hear them yet. Want to go get cleaned up first? I can go after you," he offers.

"Yeah," you answer, then give him a quick peck on the lips. You wince a little when he pulls out. You swiftly roll out of bed and dash into the bathroom for a shower.

After cleaning up, he pulls his boxers on and quietly unlocks the door, and leaves it ajar as if nothing happened. Just as he turns around to make the bed, your two children come barreling into the bedroom.

You laugh in the midst of rinsing off as you overhear them on the other side of the bathroom door, demanding breakfast.

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Nothing | MYG

Pairing: MYG x Fem!Reader

Rating: PG-15; SFW

Genre: Established relationship; slice of life; just tooth-rotting fluff

Warnings: Some cussing

Word count: 639 words

Summary: Based on @novelbear 's writing prompt: "brushing their hair for them and smiling fondly as they just ramble about their day"

A/N: Yes, I'm still suffering from Yoongi brain rot. Also, thanks to Sim @/itdoesntmatterwhy and her "I want to cuddle with Yoongi" scenario, spurred by this photo. Happy to 🤡 around with you for this! The title is from Bruno Major's song of the same name, also tagging you, Miks @/miksancheese because we both love Bruno Major LOL

Just as you settle in for a quiet reading session, the tell-tale grinding of the garage door opening interrupts you. You remain on the couch, having received a text from Yoongi minutes ago letting you know he's on his way home after working overtime. You've already warmed up his dinner and left it on the counter for him to dig in.

A minute later, you hear the garage door close, followed by some muffled thumps by the doorway, where he takes his shoes off before entering.

"Hey, babe," you call over your shoulder once you hear the door latch click.

"Hi," he half-mumbles and grunts back. It's his sixth day working this week, and he's exhausted.

"I made you a plate, and there's some beer—" you say, but he barely lets you finish your sentence before flopping onto the couch. He gently nudges your free hand out of the way before proceeding to make himself comfortable on your lap. He lets out a long, deep sigh.

You stare at him comically. "Uhm... hi," you say to him with a soft chuckle.

He lets out another grunt, his long hair in a messy heap.

You put your book down and carefully brush the strands off him to reveal his beautiful face. His eyes are shut, but you can see a hint of a frown. He must have had a rough day, you think to yourself.

You playfully run your fingertip over the crease between his brows in an attempt to flatten it.

"So, how was your day?" You keep your tone light because you know your question will trigger Yoongi to vent about how one colleague screwed up and another had no idea what they were doing, leaving Yoongi to clean up the whole mess.

“Fuck, man,” he groans. "I knew today was going to be a cluster, but I had no idea it would be this bad." He goes on a rant about his two incompetent colleagues who should retire to make room for new people with fresh ideas.

As he angrily rambles about work, you run your hands through his hair, gently applying pressure to his scalp with every pass. Whenever he pauses, you ask follow-up questions, and his tone noticeably softens as he answers.

You nod and hum, validating his frustration with his coworkers. Slowly but surely, you feel the agitation in his voice dissipate with each stroke of your fingertips.

By the end of his venting, he tilts his chin up toward you and gently brushes your jawline with his thumb. "I'm sorry. I just went on and on about my day and forgot to ask you about yours."

"S’okay," you say, leaning into his touch. "My sister hung out for a bit before going out to dinner with Jae. I just kind of lazed around after that."

“Mm,” he hums noncommittally.

He shifts enough to reach over the coffee table and pick up the remote that controls your living room sound system. Mumbling something into the built-in microphone, he prompts it to play some lo-fi tracks.

“Aren’t you hungry? Why don’t you go eat?” you offer.

“Maybe later. I’m comfy here,” he replies. He readjusts himself on the couch and takes one of your hands, bringing it in front of him to brush the tip of his nose against your skin before he kisses it.

“Alright,” you giggle before taking your book and picking up where you left off before Yoongi pleasantly invaded your personal space.

A few seconds later, you lean over and call his name a few times, but he responds with a couple of deep, throaty snores. You smile, content with the fact that you'll be spending another night curled up on the couch with him. At this rate, you might as well sell your bed.

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On Tilt, Part 5.1 | KNJ

On Tilt, Part 5.1

Definition: a poker term for a state of mental or emotional confusion or frustration in which a player adopts a suboptimal strategy, usually resulting in the player becoming overly aggressive.

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Pairing: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞

Genre: idol!AU; strangers-to-FWB-to-lovers; toxic relationship; angst; fluff; smut

Warnings: unhealthy/toxic relationship dynamic; cussing; miscommunication; mentions of alcohol consumption; trouble setting personal boundaries; lots of pain in the end

Word count: 2.1K words

Summary: You’ve said time and time again that you wouldn’t lose yourself to him. You were in control now. You were going to make better choices. For a minute there, you were able to keep up with it. It wasn’t ‘til Namjoon’s extended break that you found yourself falling into old habits. Will you ever learn to quit Kim Namjoon?

A/N: Thanks for being soooo patient with my super-slow updates. This is a flashback chapter, from time when they first broke up. I have the subsequent chapter about 70% of the way through. I just had the itch to post so--hope you enjoy! Thanks to my loves, @internetjunkdrawer and @itdoesntmatterwhy for reading this through and for the general screaming 🥹💜 Also, special s/o to @yoongukie-ff for letting me whine into your DMs about this and picking your brain! I appreciate you all sooo much for fueling this writer's delusions 🤡

Years ago…

Namjoon sits in a corner of the dressing room, surrounded by the buzzing activity of his teammates. Stylists make last-minute adjustments to the members' wardrobe, tech guys fix an issue on one of the mic packs, and a few more swipes of tinted lip balm are applied. Strands of hair are sprayed into place so they fall at just the right angle.

The group has just kicked off their European tour, and there are 20 minutes left before they must take their places for their opening set. This is when Namjoon usually gives his teammates a pep talk.

For now, he sighs and quietly rubs the inner corners of his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. He knows he'll have to summon all the gods he hasn't believed in for years to give him the strength to motivate his teammates. Deep down, he’s desperate to feed off their energy in order to get through tonight's performance.

An hour ago, while getting mic'd up and prepped for the show, one of the assistants snuck in amongst the flurry of arms that fussed over Namjoon to hand him his phone. His face lit up when he saw your name reflected on the screen. When he unmuted the phone’s microphone, the first thing he said to you was that there's a museum he's excited to check out at one of their tour stops. They have a few days of rest coming up between shows, and he wants to fly you out to where he'll be.

“Yeah, about that.” There was an edge to your voice that made him worry. ”I don’t know if I can go.”

He brushed his thoughts aside, thinking you might still be traumatized from the last time he flew you out and the airline lost your baggage. You didn't get your personal items back until the day before you had to fly back home. He tried to console you, saying, "The label charters our flights now, so you won't have to deal with any commercial flight issues anymore. Trust me, it's going to be better and less stressful."

Whenever Namjoon wanted something, he would do and say anything to get it.

“I know, but–” You tried to jump in but Namjoon continued to convince you.

“Is it a problem with your visa? We still have two weeks, I can ask one of the managers to call our guy at the consulate–”

“Namjoon! There’s no need for that.” You finally interrupt.

“Then what’s the problem?” He asks casually.

“It’s not a problem per se. I just don’t know if I can keep hopping on planes on random days of the year just to spend time with you.”

"Baby," he says softly, disregarding the fact that staff can hear every word he says but are hard-wired to ignore it. "This is my job. You know how it is."

"Believe me, I'm fully aware," you respond wryly.

"Okay so then why are we still having this conversation?" He says with a chuckle.

His cocky tone annoys you. And although you didn't mean to bring it up during this conversation, you decide now was as good a time as any other.

"I've met someone."

At that point, he promptly asks the assistants to give him some privacy. This isn't going to be one of those on-the-go phone calls where he'd be having short chats with you while people combed his hair and reapplied his lip balm.

He murmurs something you could only make out as ‘hold on’ while he walked away from staff.

He retreats to a utility room and closes the door behind him. When he's alone, his first reaction is to let out an awkward chuckle, although he isn't sure why. Maybe he thinks this is a joke and that you're trying to pull a fast one on him. "Wait, what do you mean 'you've met someone'?"

“I mean, I went out on a date…with a guy,” you pause for a beat before continuing, “I think I want to see where things go.”

“You think or you know?”

The edge in his voice makes you let out an exasperated breath. “Joon…”

“How did that even happen? I didn’t know that you were seeing other people.”

“Excuse me?” You try your best to pull back your irritation.

Namjoon catches himself. “I mean, I thought, you know…I didn’t think you were looking,” he mutters awkwardly.

“Well, you and I are both single, right? No commitments–that’s just facts.”

He falls silent, struggling to find the right words. You’ve been friends for years and have been in this 'situationship' for nearly half that time. He could be away for weeks and months, but one thing's for sure – he knew that he could always come home to you. It's always been you and him.

He tries to reason, "Yeah, but...I thought that we-"

"Look, let's be real. When has there ever been a 'we'?"

Namjoon had never thought of it that way. He always assumed that you agreed to this setup.

"It was my fault for letting this go on for as long as I have, thinking that it wouldn't be a big deal. I'm realizing now that it was a mistake."

Your words pierced him like a hot blade. His voice softens, "Hey…you don't really believe that, do you?"

It took you a few moments to answer. For a while, you had been understanding and patient with him. You had no problem rearranging your life to fit his, and while you agreed to no labels, you at least hoped for some consistency. He didn't deliver on that either. It had been one too many last-minute cancellations, and you were done being left alone at planned getaways, family gatherings, and even something as simple as a movie night on your couch.

“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about the future.” It wasn’t the answer he was hoping for.

He sighed heavily. He knew it was eating at you as the months turned to years, but you didn't press him. What could you do? Besides, it wasn't like he could do anything about it either. He had his career before you came along.

This was a conversation that he usually avoided, not because he didn't want to talk about it, but because there were always so many uncertainties in his life. One of the biggest uncertainties was his career. Sure, he could think about the future--if the future involved making more records and being the top pop group in the world.

"Did you know that you talk about the future a lot? What your teams have planned out; what the record label wants you to do; what concept you have for your next mixtape or mini-album. And it made me realize--what about me? What are my plans? What do I want to do?"

Guilt immediately ate at Namjoon when he realized that the only future he had ever talked about excluded you. It was odd because, at present, you were always there--a constant in his life. So it wasn't that he meant to exclude you; it's just that when it came to you, he never thought that the present and the future were two separate things.

And that was his fatal flaw.

"Things are going well at my new job. I finally got my own apartment, thanks to Lani. Everything is falling into place and it really got me thinking about what I want for the long term."

His shoulders sagged and his knees buckled. He leaned against the closest thing for support: a wood-paneled locker where athletes typically stored their equipment at the stadium.

He sank onto the bottom shelf and crouched, resting his elbows on his knees.

"You know that I can't give you a solid answer. Everything is still really complicated and that hasn't changed."

"I know that things haven't changed for you, but they have for me. The more I think about it, the more I feel that I want something more definite. Something more concrete. Something more...” you sigh, “Just…more," you finish emphatically.

Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut. He was miles away and too far to appease you.

“I don’t know that I can give you that assurance,” he said in defeat.

"I figured as much," your voice wavered. He heard rustling on the other end and guessed that you had pulled the phone away to compose yourself.

“Could we,” he hesitated for a second, “…can I see you when I get back in three weeks? We can sit and talk--”

He heard you clear your throat. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

Just then, the door creaked open. He looked up to find one of the stage managers gesturing at their watch, realizing that he still needed to get his mic pack on and have his in-ear monitor wiring taped.

“Five minutes,” he says in a clipped manner, making the assistant retreat immediately.

He turns his attention back to the phone. “Sorry about that.”

“No, I should apologize. I didn’t mean to hold you up. And to be honest, I was hesitant to even have this conversation over the phone.”

“A little late for that,” Namjoon deadpans.

"Yeah, well," you shrug at the irony of it all. "Anyway, it's getting kind of late here. I know you have to go."

“Look, I...I just...I don’t know…” he stutters. You both fall silent again, with occasional static filling the dead air. He felt weird ending things like this but truthfully, he was caught off-guard and didn’t know what to say.

“Are you still there?”

After a few beats, you respond. "I'm here."

There is a small sigh of relief from him. “Can I call you after the show? Please?” It’s a last-ditch effort on his part, but you decide to give him some leeway anyway.

"If you want, sure. But I know you're usually tired."

“No, no. I'll call you, I promise,” he says firmly.

"Okay. Have...a good show," you say slowly. It is all you can offer as a sign-off.

“T-thanks. Uh...bye.” He stares at the darkened phone screen and nothing but his bewildered reflection looks back at him. Before he tries to make sense of your conversation, a persistent knock rings out. It’s the same assistant, firmly insisting that he needs to be mic'd up this instant.

With a small nod, he brushes his own thoughts aside. He still has a show to do and his team is counting on him. He needs to get his head in the game.

******

Namjoon had never tried so hard to be focused, or at least appear to be. He went about the show as usual, but his body didn't seem to belong to him. He smiled at the audience, nailed all the steps, spat all his lyrics, and got through all of their ending ments, just like the professional he was.

After he and the guys were shuttled back to their hotel, he immediately asked one of the managers to bring a few beers to his room.

Who cared what he wanted for himself? It wasn't like he could sustain a relationship while he was an active idol. Not only would it be too much fodder for tabloids, but it wasn't good for the fanbase.

At the end of the day, the team had to be the top priority. If the fanbase was shaky, then the team's future was in jeopardy.

He had already placed a huge wager on his career, and now was not the time to be emotional. He had to bet smart. His management team would tell him that you were a high-risk, low-reward gamble.

When you woke up the next morning, you saw a notification on your screen. It wasn't a call or text from Namjoon. Instead, it was a link to a replay of his drunken livestream.

You tried to convince yourself that you had made the right decision. Waiting to confront him face-to-face would have been too difficult. The mere sight of him standing in front of you, promising to make it up next time, would have been enough to weaken your resolve. You didn't want to return to an unhealthy situation. So, you took a deep breath and focused on the future, knowing that this was the best thing for both of you.

On the other side of the world, Namjoon finally opens his eyes, having given up pretending to be asleep. He spent the rest of his evening doom-scrolling through his social media feed, trying to come to grips with your last conversation. Amidst the pounding in his head, it finally hits him: you met someone else, and you have the chance at something real with this person. And that person isn't him.

It hurt to let you go like that. But looking back on it, he realized that you were brave enough to admit that you deserved better. He didn’t have the courage to do the same.

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One Trick Peony | c.s.c

Summary:  Choi Seungcheol could only do one type of floral arrangement, and the rest he’d pawn off to you, granted he got a ton of orders, but he would always take the orders for arrangements that he could never do. This time he went too far. He took an ‘only peonies’ arrangement–a painfully delicate flower–and took an order for a wedding, and with your luck, you’re the only two florists available that weekend. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ☁︎ mild angst |  ♥ completed works  Word Count: 4885 words Pairings: Florist!Choi Seungcheol x  Florist! Female Reader  Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, angst, smut, frenemies to lovers, idk if thats the right word they just have a ton of digs at each other but no actual hate. 

Content Warnings: Arguing, but it’s all very childish. Cheol being a slight smartass, but Y/N also being a bit mouthy. Idiots to lover makes more sense, both are dense af. Kissing, mentions of food. Inaccurate depictions of being a florist, idk. Loud and noisy kids destroying things. Moment of self doubt. 

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do this irl), oral (f receiving), sorta dom! Cheol, rough sex (but its more vanilla), big dick! Cheol, multiple orgasms, squirting, riding, overstimulation, creampie, cum licking, hickies, kissing, phew I think that’s it. Cheol is an after care king. 

Authors Note: This has been written for svthub's secret garden collab. Thank you all for letting me be part of this wonderful collab. Please check out the rest of the works written by my talented friends 💕 Banner Credits: @classicscreations

Cross Posted to AO3

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You knew hate was a strong word, but that was all you could feel for your coworker, Choi Seungcheol. When Seungcheol first joined the flower shop, you didn’t mind him. You realised he was only capable of making one floral arrangement. 

At first, you found it cute. You’d help him, teach him, but after a while, you realised he didn’t even pay attention, and that’s when your pettiness began, and Seungcheol matched it by being extra petty. 

“Choi Seungcheol!” You exclaimed, knowing he hated being called by his full name. 

“How many times do we have to go over this, Y/N? I don’t like being called by my first name?” Seungcheol complained, and you rolled your eyes at his whining. Seungcheol whined a lot. You’d never admit it, but it was adorable. A grown man who was tall and buff whined like a toddler. Only Seungcheol could be that cute, but he didn’t have to know. 

“Why is there an order in the system for a wedding?” You questioned. “You know that we are short-staffed right now.”

“Look. I do, but it’s only a wedding with 80 people, and this lady and her husband waited for their wedding for five years because life kept getting in the way. You wouldn’t deny a couple of that joy, would you?” Seungcheol asked hopefully, grinning widely at you. 

“Besides, I told them that the best florist in Seoul was the only choice for their special day,” Seungcheol boasted, and you scoffed. 

“Of course I am, but you? You won’t even bother helping. It’ll just be me doing all the work,” you complained. 

“I’m an excellent supervisor,” Seungcheol added. 

“No, you’re just a pain in my ass,” you mumbled. 

“Oh? You know I could help take the pain away,” Seungcheol teased, and you glared at him.

“I will break a flower vase over your pretty head if you even try,” you threatened. 

“You think my head is pretty?” Seungcheol asked, and you glared at him again before storming into the back room. 

“So, how do you want to get to the venue?” Seungcheol asked you later that evening as you were cleaning up your station. The shop was bustling, and all the arrangements came to you because Seungcheol was incompetent and too busy wooing more customers to buy more flowers without concern for your workload. 

“What venue?” You asked, gritting your teeth. 

“Ouch? What’s gotten you so huffy?” Seungcheol asked. 

“You’re no help, and now you’re here trying to be chatty,” you spat. 

“I got you so many orders, though!” Seungcheol protested. 

“I didn’t need them. You know I’m busy,” you fired back, and Seungcheol frowned. 

“Hey!” A voice interrupted, and you turned to see your manager staring at you and Seungcheol disapprovingly. 

“Look, I don’t know if this is a situation of lovers who are too blind to confess, so they just verbally abuse one another? Or if you two hate each other, cut it out, at least for the weekend. This wedding would be huge for this business, and after that, we can discuss a plan or something that involves less interaction with you both, but for two days. I need you to behave. Can you do that?” Your manager asked, and you looked at Seungcheol, who avoided your gaze. 

“Yes, I can. I don’t know about her,” Seungcheol said, throwing you a cunning smile. 

“Seungcheol,” your manager warned, making him pout. 

“You see what I have to put up with?” You complained, and your manager glared at you. 

“Two days, just two days, make it work,” your manager pleaded, looking at you and Seungcheol, and you both sighed before nodding and agreeing. 

For the sake of your job, you both would make it work. 

Choi Seungcheol [7:58 am]: Morning, darling, I’m downstairs. On time, the flowers shall be delivered to the venue. I got you coffee, so please make your way down if you don’t want to get stuck in traffic. 

You [7:59 am]: Yeah, I’ll be down. 

Choi Seungcheol [8:00 am]: So cold, should have gotten you something warm to drink instead…

Choi Seungcheol [8:01 am]: See you soon, kitten, xoxo. 

You let out a groan, kitten? How dare he call you that, and not just because that word had you feeling a certain way, but kitten? Who did he think he was? 

You grumbled to yourself, grabbed your duffle bag, and made your way out of your apartment, triple checking to ensure you locked the door four times before heading downstairs to find Seungcheol. 

“Morning, sweetheart,” Seungcheol greeted, and you shot him a look. 

“Why the nicknames?” You asked.

“I’m trying to be friendly.” 

“Well, it’s weird, so stop,” you mumbled. 

“Fine, Y/N,” Seungcheol answered with a pout. 

“Shall we? It’s a bit of a drive, and I really don’t want to get stuck in traffic,” you offered.

“Yeah, let’s go.” 

“Oh, before I forget, here I put your coffee and some breakfast muffins for snacking,” Seungcheol offered as he pointed to the console. 

“This is really kind of you, thank you.” 

“See, I can be considerate,” Seungcheol bragged. 

“Yeah, one coffee and breakfast muffin won’t change how much of a pain you are at work,” you teased, making Seungcheol pout. 

“But you’re off to a good start Choi Seungcheol,” you added, making Seungcheol groan.

“I told you I don’t like my full name being used,” Seungcheol whined. 

“Okay, why, though?” 

“It feels distant, detached and cold. I feel like I’m being told off,” Seungcheol mumbled. 

“To be fair, whenever I use your full name, I am usually telling you off,” you joked, making Seungcheol frown more. 

“You can just yell at me. That’s better than full naming me,” Seungcheol offered with a grin. 

“You got a degradation kink or something?” You asked. 

“No, but I’ll tell you my kinks if you tell me yours,” Seungcheol teased with a grin. 

“Shut up.” 

You weren’t sure when you dozed off, but the next thing you knew was Seungcheol was gently shaking you awake. 

“Hey, Y/N, we’re here,” Seungcheol said softly as you stirred awake. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry I fell asleep,” you apologised, knowing you broke a universal law. Do not fall asleep at the passenger seat. 

“It’s okay, traffic was light and honestly it was kind of peaceful,” Seungcheol teased and you glared at him. Maybe you didn’t feel that bad. 

“Come on let’s check in,” Seungcheol said as you slowly made your way out of the car, grabbed your things and headed towards the hotel. 

“I can’t believe our manager gave us a room to share,” you grumbled, as you entered the hotel suite. 

“Correction she gave us a suite to share with separate bedrooms, it’s really not that bad,” Seungcheol offered and you pouted. 

“Fine, but don’t snore loudly and disturb me,” you mumbled. 

“I do not snore!” Seungcheol protested. 

“You fell asleep in the shop once and you snored so loudly that you woke yourself up,” you teased making Seungcheol sulk. 

“Such a meanie,” Seungcheol pouted. 

“You’re adorable when you sulk,” you said with a fond smile making Seungcheol grin at you. 

“I’m always adorable,” Seungcheol corrected, and you frowned at him, but you did agree, but you’d never tell him. 

“Rise and Shine. I got you breakfast. We need to be the in the ballroom to start the decorations in an hour!” Seungcheol yelled the following day as you entered the living room. 

“I’m up,” you whined as you towelled your wet hair. 

“Aww, kitten, it’s sunny out. Put a smile on your face otherwise, you’ll ruin the delicate flowers if you’re just angry,” Seungcheol babbled, and you glared at him. 

“Hey, how do you know I like this?” You asked as you looked at the plate Seungcheol set up for you. 

“Simple, I pay attention,” Seungcheol said with a smile and you felt your heart swell. You never expected him to know so much about you, but it was the same way you knew how he liked his coffee, what his favourite colour was, and his favourite author. You didn’t have to know any of it, but you paid attention too. 

“You keep staring at me, quit it,” you muttered as you delicately arranged the peonies into a beautiful centrepiece. 

That afternoon you and Seungcheol were busy arranging the ballroom with flowers and making intricate decorations for the reception. 

“I can’t help it,” Seungcheol mumbled. 

“Why?” 

“Well, you look so beautiful doing what you love,” Seungcheol said, making you glare at him. 

“Shut up.” 

“I can, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that I meant what I said,” Seungcheol remarked with a grin. 

“You see me working all the time. How come you never compliment me then?” You challenged. 

“Because it’s usually in a full shop with other people around, and I don’t know. I only want you to hear the compliments, not everyone else,” Seungcheol offered, making you smile shyly at him. 

“Well, thank you, and for what it’s worth, you weren’t too insufferable during this trip,” you offered with a grin. 

“I call you beautiful, and you call me mildly tolerable. What does a guy have to do to win your heart?” Seungcheol said dramatically, making you grin. 

Little did he know that he didn’t have to do too much. 

“Cheol?” You called out from your bedroom, hoping Seungcheol could hear you. You detested cocktail gowns for their design, you could never reach the zipper and always ended up asking for help, and this dress had fancy straps that you couldn’t fasten. 

“You hollered?” Seungcheol asked as he entered your bedroom. 

“Seungcheol, can you please help me tie this? I promise I’m not trying to be a smartass. I’ve been at this for ten minutes, and I keep screwing up,” You asked as you held the thin strips of your halter with one hand on the back of your neck.

Seungcheol stared at you for a second and nodded, and you turned around so that your back was facing him, and Seungcheol took a deep breath when he saw that your gown was backless, placing an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

You melted in his arms; his toned body felt like heaven against you. 

“How tight?” Seungcheol asked, his words making your core throb. 

“I’ll tell you when to stop,” you responded. You could do the same to him if he wanted to tease you. You bit your lip in an attempt to stop grinning when you heard him curse under his breath as he pulled on the straps. 

“Right there?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Use your words,” Seungcheol whispered, his hot breath against your neck. 

“Yes, right there,” you breathed out, and Seungcheol complied, tying the knot, and you felt his hands trail down your neck to your bare back, and you had to bite harder on your lip to not whimper at his touch. 

“All done,” Seungcheol mumbled, and you turned around, his face mere inches away from yours. 

“You look breathtaking,” Seungcheol complimented, making you smile. 

“So do you. I wouldn’t be surprised if all the bridesmaids flock to you,” you teased, and Seungcheol shook his head. 

“They can flock, but there’s only one girl worth my time,” Seungcheol responded, making you gulp. 

“Shall we? We can’t be late,” Seungcheol offered with a grin. 

“Yeah, let’s go,” you mumbled. You’d just have to curb your desire for him for now, but once the reception started, you would rile Seungcheol the way he had riled you up. 

Your plans were shot to hell the minute you walked into the ballroom, several of your floral arrangements had been destroyed, and you weren’t sure who did it, but you heard the giggles and screams of children in the ballroom and knew you found your culprits. 

Now, you weren’t one to yell at children, but when knocked into you, making you knock into another floral arrangement and destroy it, too, you couldn’t help but comment. 

“Kids, can you not play here? There are delicate arrangements,” you said as kindly as you could, and apparently, that was all it took for them to start crying. 

“Excuse me? How dare you make my children cry?” You heard someone accuse you and turned around to see an angry woman approaching you. 

“I didn’t mean to, but they were running around and destroying the floral arrangements,” you mumbled. 

“Uptight much? They’re children,” the lady sassed, and you were about to retort when Seungcheol interrupted. You weren’t sure when he showed up, but you were glad he did. 

“Ma’am, I apologise that your kids are upset, but really we’re doing our best to ensure the bride and groom are happy. You won’t get blamed for poor floral arrangements, but we will, so please be considerate of that,” Seungcheol responded calmly, and the lady shrank in size and offered a scowl before walking, well stomping out of the hall. 

“Jeez, there’s always someone like her everywhere. Come, I’ll fix the arrangements near the front of the hall, and you fix the pieces at the back of the hall?” Seungcheol offered, and you nodded meekly before heading off in that direction. 

“Hey, you did a beautiful job,” you complimented as you approached Seungcheol a few minutes later; he was just putting the final touches on a centrepiece. 

“Well. I have to. Your hard work shouldn’t go to waste,” Seungcheol said. 

“You have a delicate touch,” you mumbled. 

“I’ve been told I’m good with my hands,” Seungcheol said with a smirk, making you grin and roll your eyes at him. 

“I’m glad to see you smile,” Seungcheol said. 

“Don’t let what the mother said get to you, okay? She’s just mad that her kids embarrassed her,  take pride in your work. I know I do,” Seungcheol said as he leaned closer to place a kiss on your cheek. 

“I have to go help the groom find his boutonniere. I’ll see you later?” Seungcheol offered, and you smiled fondly at him. You watched him leave, and once he did, you placed your fingers over the spot he just kissed, and you swore you felt it tingle.

Seungcheol really didn’t have to do much to win your heart. He had it. The kiss just sealed the deal. 

“Alright, you’ve been pouting since that little kid knocked over that vase. I’m sure that kid feels awful. Will you now just forget it for a bit and enjoy the evening? Why don’t you dance with me?” Seungcheol offered later that evening when he saw you sulking by the bar during the reception. 

“I’m not upset about that. It’s just that when his mother called me uptight, I got annoyed,” you admitted, and Seungcheol nodded knowingly as he took a seat next to you at the bar. 

“Do you think I’m uptight?” You asked, honestly, you didn’t care for Seungcheol’s opinion, but the alcohol made you extra sensitive, and for some reason, you found yourself seeking comfort in your work enemy. 

“Nah. I think you take pride in your work, so when a kid tramples over it, you’re allowed to be upset,” Seungcheol consoled. 

“When you say it like that, I sound unreasonable, getting mad at a kid at all,” you trailed off. 

“Nah. That kid was getting really annoying. He stomped on my foot a couple of times,” Seungcheol joked, smiling when he saw you return him a brief smile. 

“What I’m trying to say is that it’s okay. It’s okay to be upset, you take pride in your work, and if anyone messes with it, well, it’s fair to be upset,” Seungcheol explained, reiterating his earlier points. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled. 

“Come on. You shouldn’t be sulking at a wedding. Come dance with me,” Seungcheol offered as he hopped off the barstool and stood in front of you, holding out his hand. 

“You? Choi Seungcheol, you’re telling me not to sulk? You’re the king of sulking!” You teased, and Seungcheol grinned. 

“Yes, but I look cute doing it,” Seungcheol boasted, making you frown and swat his hand away. 

“Go away, Cheol,” you grumbled. 

“I didn’t say you don’t look cute when you sulk, it’s painfully adorable, but I like it when you smile more,” Seungcheol clarified. 

“Smooth.” 

“Very, now, dance with me. You look beautiful, and I recall you telling a customer in the past that you love weddings, so why not enjoy this one?” Seungcheol asked. 

“You remember the shit I say?” You were surprised that Seungcheol even recalled that conversation. 

“Of course, now come, dance with me,” Seungcheol pushing his outstretched arm towards you, you smiled as you took his hand, and he guided you towards the dance floor. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Seungcheol asked as he started to dance with you, his arms were around your waist as your hands wrapped around his neck. 

“Maybe, once.” 

“I should say it more, I cannot take my eyes of you,” Seungcheol complimented making you shyly hide your face in his chest. 

“Why the sudden flattery?” You ask. 

“It’s not sudden, I always try to do the same at work, but you’re usually busy biting, actually you are rightfully biting my head off at work,” Seungcheol corrected making you smile. 

“Then why be so annoying?” You asked making him laugh. 

“How else do I get your attention?” Seungcheol asked, and you smiled at him. 

“Okay, I have to know, you sure you don’t like being scolded, like there’s not a hidden sub inside you?” You teased. 

“Kitten, this is the second time you’ve asked about my kinks, you sure you don’t want to just find out?” Seungcheol asked, and you leaned up slightly to softly place your lips against his. 

“Show me,” you whispered as you pulled away from his lips, and Seungcheol couldn’t get the two of you out of the ballroom quick enough. 

The elevator trip and the walk back to the room was very quiet but not awkward, Seungcheol held your hand the entire way, and you were glad because his grip made you feel grounded when you were starting to float on cloud nine. 

Once you were inside the room, Seungcheol had you Seungcheol pressed his lips to yours, and you kissed him back. His lips were even softer than you could have dreamt of. They felt full and plush as they moved against yours.

You melted into the kiss when you felt Seungcheol’s hands move along your body, his fingers pressing into your waist and back, making you moan into the kiss. 

“Is that all you got?” you teased, as you mumbled against his lips, and Seungcheol smirked into the kiss as his hands moved up your exposed back, his fingers tracing your bare skin and sliding his hands down to your clothed waist, his hands moving up your stomach resting just below your covered breast. 

“More?” Seungcheol asked, moving his lips away from yours to place them on your neck as he started to place soft kisses there, making you whimper at his touch. 

“Can I take this off?” Seungcheol asked, and you nodded furiously, making him smile; he placed another kiss on your lips and quickly stripped you off your clothes, leaving you only in your panties, leaving your breasts exposed to him. 

“Fuck,” Seungcheol groaned out, and you smiled shyly at him as he pulled you into his embrace and carried you over to sit you down on the couch. Seungcheol’s lips found your neck as he sucked love bites into your neck, and his hands gently moved down to your hips. Large hands moved to grab your ass, pulling you tight against him; a string of moans and swear words left your mouth as you felt his hard length rub against your clothed pussy. 

“Cheol,” you whined out. 

“Yes?” 

“I need you,” you breathed out, and that’s all Seungcheol needed as he carried you into his bedroom, laid you on the bed, and quickly rid himself of his clothes. 

Once naked, Seungcheol crawled between your thighs and groaned when he saw the wet patch on your panties. 

“Fuck, let me have a taste, kitten,” Seungcheol said, and you only whimpered, spreading your legs further to accommodate him; Seungcheol moved quickly, pulling your panties off and throwing them across the room. 

Once greeted by your bare, glistening pussy Seungcheol knew needed to taste you, and he placed his plump lips on your clit, and started to suck, your hands twisted in his soft hair. You felt him sliding two fingers into your cunt, making you moan at the stretch, it felt so good, and Seungcheol stuck his tongue out, flicking your clit, making your back arch. 

Seungcheol smirked against your cunt, as he decided to pick up the pace, moving his fingers more quickly inside you, his mouth never leaving your clit. You kept whimpering and moaning, which only made Seungcheol increase his speed. Your legs shook as you came for him, falling apart on his tongue and finger. Seungcheol groaned as he tasted your cum, smirking, pleased with the results, but he was far from done. 

Seungcheol moved his mouth away from your clit to catch his breath, only to latch his lips back to your clit, making you whine in pleasure and pain. Seungcheol wrapped his lips around your clit while his tongue traced and circled the swollen nub. Seungcheol wrapped both his arms around your waist and held you down. 

Seungcheol moved his mouth to your pussy, shoved his tongue inside you while his fingers found your clit and started rubbing. Your grip on his hair got tighter, and he groaned at the sensation. Seungcheol’s groans vibrated against your cunt, and you held his hair for some semblance as you fell apart on his tongue. 

When he had finally cleaned you up with his tongue, you were shivering and on the precipice of another orgasm. You whimpered, trying to move away from his mouth, you were incredibly sensitive, but Seungcheol wanted to keep going. He wanted you to have a night you’d never forget, so he did and lapped up your release. 

“So sweet,” Seungcheol praised as he sat back and admired your pulsating pussy, wet, sticky, and all for him. 

“Cheol,” you moaned out. 

“Yes, kitten?” 

“Fuck me, please,” you begged, to make him smile as he adjusted your position so you were on your hands and knees. 

Seungcheol held your hips and slowly pushed himself inside you, and you felt a slight burn at the stretch. It had been so long for you since you had sex, and he was big and thick. 

Once Seungcheol realised how you weren’t hissing in pain anymore, and instead, you were moaning and muttering about how good he felt, Seungcheol started to move. He knew he wouldn’t last, not with you clenching around him so tightly. However, Seungcheol thrust into you, his movements hard and deep, eliciting whimpers and moans from you with each movement of his hips. 

Seungcheol needed to cum, but not before you, as he set off a steady pace as he fucked you and slowly reached his fingers down to your clit and rubbed at it furiously; the room was filled with your screams and his guttural moans. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum if you keep squeezing me like that,” Seungcheol groaned, gently biting your ear lobe at the same time. 

“Inside, me, please, cum inside me,” you begged as he fucked. 

 “Fuck fuck”, he groaned; a few thrusts later, he suddenly stilled and pulled out of and flipped you over so that you were laying on your back, and Seungcheol took a deep breath as he grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist. 

Seungcheol’s hard cock rested against your aching cunt; simply seeing his length made you delirious. His length was perfect, it could go deep inside you, and the thickness made you feel as good as when he fucked you. Seungcheol made you so full you had never felt, and you were sure he had ruined you for other men. 

You bucked your hips against him, rubbing your wet folds against his cock, and he hissed at that. Seungcheol pushed himself into you, and you moaned at the stretch. Seungcheol’s hands moved to unwrap your legs, moving them to position them around his neck. 

The new position allowed him to go deeper, and he pushed deep into your cunt, and he thrust his pace was perfect. Slow enough to make you feel every inch of his cock, and fast enough to make you moan. 

“Baby”, you whimpered. 

“Yes?” 

“I want to ride you,” you choked out, and Seungcheol had to take a deep breath not to cum right then and there.

You whimpered as he pulled out and adjusted his position so he could lay on the bed and adjusted your position so Seungcheol could lay under you. He felt so good inside you. You lifted your legs and started moving your hips, riding him. You felt his grip tighten on your thighs as he helped you ride him. 

“Fuck,” you cursed as you slowly sank onto his length. 

You wanted to see Seungcheol fall apart underneath you, you trailed your hands to his fingers, and your nails grazed his nipples, making him buck into you. You moaned as his hips pushed his cock deeper inside you. You kept riding him until you felt him still and released inside you. You moaned, feeling his warmth fill up your cunt.

“Fuck,” you gasped as he pushed two fingers into you. Seungcheol stood up slightly as he shoved his middle and ring finger into your cunt and hooked them there.

“Scream for me,” Seungcheol said as he vigorously pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt. He used his other hand to press down your pubic bone, holding you still as you thrashed about.

“Do you hear how wet you are?” Seungcheol asked as he kept fingering you. You whimpered in response, fisting the bed sheets between your hands and screaming as you came hard.

“Fuck. I can’t,” you choked out when you noticed he hadn’t stopped his movements.

 “Yes, you can. I know you can,” Seungcheol encouraged as he repeated his actions, making you squirt all over his hands.

You whimpered in his grip, pushing his forearm, and Seungcheol smiled as he pulled his fingers out of you.

“Fuck,” you breathed out. 

“Good?” Seungcheol asked. 

“Mhm, very,” you mumbled into his chest, making him smile. 

“Noo!” You whined when you felt him move, and Seungcheol swore his heart melted at that moment. 

“I need to clean you up,” Seungcheol said. 

“No, stay,” you whined making him laugh. 

“Please?” You asked and Seungcheol didn’t have the heart to deny you. 

“Fine, but not in this bed, it’s a little wet,” Seungcheol teased making you bury your head into his chest more. 

“Just hold onto me, and I’ll move you,” Seungcheol said as he carried you off the bed and into your bedroom, where he laid you down onto the bed, and used it as and excuse to quickly slip away and bring back a wet towel and gently clean you up. 

“Come here,” you whined holding your hands out for him. 

“Adorable,” Seungcheol cooed as he climbed into the bed, holding you in his arms as you both fell asleep. 

The following morning you woke up with a dull ache between your thighs, and an empty bed. Before you could worry, you spotted a note on the bed. 

I’m outside, waiting for room service, I thought we could do with breakfast, also I took a shower and left a towel out for you too. 

-xx Cheol. 

You smiled as you read the note, and took his suggestion, and hopped, well hobbled into the shower. 

You saw Seungcheol sitting on the couch and staring out the window when you entered the living room, you felt more awake after your shower. 

“Morning,” you greeted as you sat down next to him, and Seungcheol immediately turned around to face you, leaning forward to place a kiss on your lips. 

“Morning,” he mumbled against your lips.

“How are you?” Seungcheol asked. 

“Sore.” 

“I would apologise, but I don’t think you mind, do you?” Seungcheol teased. 

“Cheol!” 

“Okay, but as a dutiful boyfriend, I’ll make it up to you!” Seungcheol declared. 

You didn’t mind Seungcheol being your boyfriend, hell, you loved the idea, but it surprised you, and you were about to respond but a knock on the door stopped you. 

It was room service and for a few minutes you couldn’t say much. 

Once the servers left the room and Seungcheol ws setting up the plates you decided to speak. 

“Cheol. I like kitten.”

“Hm?” 

“I feel like as my boyfriend you should know what I like,” you said making him grin. 

“I like kitten, darling and sometimes baby,” you added. 

“What else do you like?” Seungcheol asked. 

“You.” 

“Oh? What a coincidence because I also like you.” 

[shina913]

Scions, Ch.8c | Kim Line + JHS

Scions, 8c

sci·​on | \ ˈsī-ən \ Definition:(1)a descendant(2) a shoot or twig, especially one cut for grafting or planting

✼Scions Masterlist✼

Pairing: Fem!Reader Sister + Kim Brothers; JHS x Fem!Reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Siblings!AU; Marriage!AU; FWB!AU; exes to ?; Mom!Reader; Brother’s Best Friend; drama; angst; smut; fluff

Warnings: ANGST!!!; DRAMA!!!; sibling bickering; soft sibling moments; cussing; multiple POV switches; mentions of character death; parenting frustrations; alcohol consumption; vulnerable confessions; cussing; pining; unrequited love; mentions of divorce/separation; emotional outbursts; mourning; it just hurts 🥴

Word count: 5.5K+

Summary: Four grown siblings return to their childhood hometown after their father is declared to be terminal. They are forced to live under the same roof for days, along with their overbearing mother, to say their final goodbyes. It starts off nostalgic until some unresolved family issues along with an assortment of spouses, exes, and might-have-beens make things even more interesting.

A/N: Third of three mini-updates! This chapter contains callbacks from the supplement, Sunshine. I think(?) I've added enough context to this chapter so that you wouldn't have to read it to get the references but you can read it if you feel that the gaps are too wide.

Thank you to my loves, @internetjunkdrawer and @itdoesntmatterwhy for reading through this angst-fest. I appreciate you both 💜

A/N2: There are some elements of The Notebook here that I adopted because…it’s one of my fave *exes to lovers* stories 🥹

You sidle up to Namjoon, who was hunched over at a booth all by himself, scribbling some words over some cocktail napkins.

“You know, Yoongi-oppa will be pissed that you’re littering.” You fidgeted at a balled-up napkin.

“Well, it’s good I’m best friends with the owner then,” he deadpans without looking up at you.

You scoff, then begin to unfurl the piece closest to you.

“My love, don't look back anymore / Behind the clearly mixed memories / These remaining lives stay like a bonus,” you read out loud. “New song?”

He hummed noncommittally. “I don’t know yet. I’m just writing whatever comes to mind.”

You picked up another crumpled-up napkin to take a look. “You can't love someone like I do / That's all I can say to you.” You blew out a breath. “Oof…is this the makings of your own version of Beyonce’s ‘Lemonade’?”

He chuckled. “Well, as it happens, life is currently giving me a lot of lemons so…”

You hold back a laugh upon hearing his answer. “Will you record it?”

He snorted. “If my usual guy can’t do it, I’ll probably do the guide myself.”

“No, I mean–will you record it for yourself?"

He pauses his scribbling and finally looks up at you incredulously as if you’d just given him a very complicated math problem.

“What? You have a good voice. You’re signed to a record label, technically…”

“Sure, YN. And how many drinks have you had?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

You roll your eyes at him. "Relax! I'm good. And let's not change the subject!" Turning your body sideways to face him, you add, "I've heard your demos before. You've got that raspy voice thing going on that's very popular with the ladies," and snort.

His mouth twitches and grows into a shy smile, his dimple deepening. "Thanks... I guess." He knows you would never give him a backhanded compliment. Before Victoria came along, you were always one of the first people he would call whenever he had an idea for a new song. Even though you weren't as good with words as he was, he always said that you made the perfect brainstorming partner.

He begins to gather the handful of napkins and stack them in the order he intended the words to flow. After pocketing them, he pauses and puckers his lips.

“Can I actually have those back?” He points to the two discarded pieces that you read words from. You pick them up and hand them back to him; after which, he mouths his thanks.

“Will you be adding those to that secret mixtape that you’ve been working on forever?”

“Maybe.” He follows his response with an enigmatic smirk.

For years, Namjoon had talked about releasing a mixtape of songs that he had saved just for himself. Every now and then, he would unearth it from the depths of his hard drive, make some tweaks to the instruments or vocals, listen to it again, make more edits, and when he had poured out all of his neuroses into his tracks, he would close it out, not giving it another thought for another few months.

“So,” he asks, attempting to change the subject. “Where did he jet off to this time?”

You hesitate as Namjoon didn't have to say who he was referring to. Even though the rest of your family already knew about what you and Sam had decided, telling Namjoon felt like a difficult task. It wasn't just because he had resented your relationship early on, but also because part of you wanted to prove him wrong...and you managed to do that for a few years.

It was difficult because not only did you fail, but you also feared that Namjoon would take this as a moment of vindication.

"Kuala Lumpur," you said, taking a long swig of your drink and turning your face away from Namjoon. After allowing a few seconds for the drink to settle in your stomach, you clear your throat and decide that now was as good a time as any other. “When he comes back, we’re meeting with lawyers present.”

You and Sam had agreed to explain everything to the kids when he returned from his trip in two weeks. You wanted to buy some time for them…a few more days of innocent bliss.

You turned to look at Namjoon again. Apart from the slight crease between his eyebrows, the rest of his face was calm. That crease was still telling. It was the expression he wore while bracing himself for all the facts that he was about to bless you with.

It was also the same face that your father used to make.

But those litanies of factoids and inner thoughts would never make it past Namjoon’s lips. Instead, he quietly takes a sip of his whisky again before speaking.

Putting down his glass, he says, "I was wondering if you were ever going to open up about what was going on between you and Sam. I didn't want to push because I figured you weren't ready. So, I thought I'd wait patiently until you were."

Your eyes watered as guilt consumed you in the past few months, even as he bawled in front of you with everything going on in his own marriage. "I'm sorry, oppa—"

"You don't have to apologize. You never have to when it comes to things like this. We're both adults," he said, consoling you.

You pursed your lips, regret still on your face.

"Although I hope you'll forgive me for my childish thoughts about this, I'm a little upset that you couldn't trust me. I mean," he chuckled bitterly, "have you not seen how my marriage ended?"

"It's just that I know how you've always felt about Sam," you stammered, your shoulders rising defensively. Your eyes flit downward as you turn away from him again.

"Are you sure that's not just your pride talking?" he raises a questioning eyebrow at you.

Taken aback by his skepticism, you pause. But then you remember the promise you made to yourself years ago. You were going to make it work with Sam, no matter what.

"I'll admit, some of it was pride," you concede. "I just thought he and I could get through it."

Namjoon's hesitation was evident in his eyes as he regarded you. Eventually, he let out a deep sigh. "I know that Sam and I haven't had the greatest relationship, and I know it's caused a rift between you and me. That was selfish, and I'm really sorry."

You reach over to grab his free hand while the other clutches his glass. "I never held that against you."

“Yeah, but I know that we never really talked about it. I saw how he took care of you and the kids. For what it’s worth, I respected him for that.“

You smile ruefully. “Thank you. That means something. Unfortunately, Sam and I had deeper issues that counseling just couldn’t fix.”

His face falls. “Still–”

“Can we just leave all that behind?” you calmly interrupt. “Our relationships with our spouses may not have worked out, but things will always be good between us, right?”

He looks at you silently for a moment, then sighs softly, a small smile creeping up to his lips. “Always.”

You smile back and wrap your arm around his elbow. Tilting your head sideways, you lean on his shoulder. He mirrors your action, tilting his head and touching the crown of your head.

“You know, when we were kids, I always hated it whenever you copied everything that I did.”

You playfully smack his arm. “Excuse you? Who’s copying whom? My marriage has been falling apart for years, so I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“I filed for divorce first,” he retorts.

You frown at him for a second, but since can’t think of a quick comeback, you stick your tongue out cheekily at him instead.

He throws his head back in laughter. "Not that I needed further confirmation to know that Jooni is in fact your daughter," he chortles.

You give him another playful shove, and you both fall into fits of laughter.

"God, is it weird that we're laughing about this? What would Dad say?"

Namjoon sighs, then turns pensive. "I think he'd pour us both shots and say, 'Cheer up, guys! At least you didn't die'."

Your mouth falls open in shock, and you stare at each other. After a few beats of silence, you both start cackling again.

The joke would have been very on-brand for your father. He always had a way with words and knew the right ones to say in any given situation.

"If you're not laughing, you're crying, right?" he says.

Not that you needed further confirmation that Namjoon was, in fact, your father’s son.

******

Taehyung walks Eunhae out to the parking lot. The chilly air hits them both as they step outside.

“Are you sure you’re good to drive?” Taehyung asks, concerned.

Eunhae smiles reassuringly. “I had one drink over an hour ago and my hotel’s just right down the street.”

“Alright. Thanks for coming out,” Taehyung says. He sinks his hands in his pockets as he lingers for a moment, reluctant to let her go.

She gives him a small smile in return. “Thanks for having me.”

Taehyung stands on the curb, watching her fish her keys out of her purse. The spot she parked at was a little dark and she was having trouble. He walks up to her and switches on the flashlight in his phone to help. While she rummages through her things, he can't help but notice the way her hair falls softly over her face and her scent wafts through the air.

She’s grateful for the extra light, only to see a big hole at the bottom of her purse’s lining. She puts her hand inside and feels around until she finds her keys. She turns to thank Taehyung, but he's standing too close to her. She remembers the night before when they were just as close. She feels a shiver run through her as she notices the way he's looking at her. He leans in, but she pulls away, feeling a rush of emotions.

“Uh–t-thanks, Tae. I…I think I have everything I need.” She stutters.

Taehyung frowns a little, but he blinks it away. "Sure. Happy to help," he mutters, kicking himself for not being more confident.

Eunhae unlocks her car quickly but as she is about to get into the driver's seat she stops when she hears Taehyung blurt out, "I need them." 

Puzzled by his sudden outburst, she turns to face him. "Sorry, what?"

You previously expressed concerns about him not defining his relationship with Eunhae, but he dismissed them. Tonight, during their spirited conversation, he was reminded of it again. He couldn’t just sit back and wait until he got back to the city without bringing it up to Eunhae.

“The labels – I need them," he answered, clearly having had a change of heart since then.

“Tae–”

"I know I said it didn't matter to me before, but I don't feel that way anymore," he admits. "I'd be lying to myself if I said I was still okay with this,” he gestures at the space between them. “It's just not what I want."

She looks at him closely. Truthfully, she had sensed a shift in their relationship. Under normal circumstances, she would never go out of her way to drive to a small town just to spend time with a guy and his family if he was ‘just a good friend with whom she occasionally slept with’.

“What do you want?” She waits for him to speak.

After a short silence, he took a deep breath and asked a question that had been on his mind for a while: "Is this going anywhere? Whatever this is between us?"

She closes her eyes briefly before answering. "Don't answer a question with a question, Taehyung," she scolds him gently.

Taehyung looked down at his hands, fidgeting nervously. "I just want to be sure," he said after a moment.

Eunhae's heart sank a little at his words, but she didn't let it show. She was familiar with his cautious and indecisive nature, which was holding her back. She wanted to protect herself, especially her heart.

"You always say that. Every time you do something or make a decision, you say, 'I just want to be sure.' Is it because you actually want to be sure, or because you're unsure of yourself?"

He paused. His family always said that he approached everything carefully. He couldn't help but wonder if he was really unsure of himself or if he was just a serial overthinker.

But then his father’s words come flooding back to him: Make a decision. And deciding not to decide doesn’t count!

“What if…what if we actually gave this a try? You know, a relationship?”

She sighs in mild exasperation. “Tae, we’ve talked about this. We said—”

“I know,” he interrupts softly. “I know what I said but lately, I feel differently and I just thought I’d take a chance and find out whether you might be willing to do that, too?”

Eunhae puffed out her cheeks and blew out a shaky breath. “Look, maybe we should wait until we get back to the city. You’re going through a lot. You’ve had a few drinks, you’re emotional—”

"I'm aware of all that," Taehyung acknowledges. "And I want you to know that I would never force you to do something that you don't want to do. It’s just that," he pauses and bites down on his lower lip, "I guess I'm wondering if maybe this is something you also want?”

Eunhae grew tired of getting disappointed in her past relationships, so she decided to focus on herself after moving to the city. However, meeting Taehyung changed everything. The more time she spent with him, the more she realized he was different. She started opening up and being vulnerable around him. Despite trying to distance herself, her feelings for him only grew stronger during their last night together in the city. Not only did those feelings linger during her time with him and his family in his hometown, but they also deepened.

Her pulse begins to race as she tries to come to terms with how she feels. With some hesitation, she finally whispers, "I'm scared.”

Her admission makes Taehyung’s heart squeeze, giving him a glimmer of hope. He chuckles wryly, understanding her apprehension. "And you think I'm not?" he replies.

As they stand in silence, Eunhae couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions–excitement, fear, and uncertainty.

"I feel like I'm saying it all wrong and I'm fucking this up--" he says, his voice trailing off. The words seem to catch in his throat, and he swallows hard before he continues.

"No," she interrupts him, stepping closer until she is standing right in front of him. She takes his face gently in her hands, tilting it up so that their eyes meet. "You're not fucking anything up. You're doing just fine," she reassures him softly with a warm and sincere voice.

With that, he feels the tension in his body start to ease. He wraps his hands gently around hers. "If you're okay with it, can we talk some more in the morning?"

She smiles at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Of course," she says softly. "I'll be here." As she speaks, he feels a sense of comfort wash over him, a feeling that everything is going to be okay between them.

She turns around to get back in her car but he stops her again. “Yeah?”

He steps closer and takes her hand. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the underside of her wrist. His lips touching her skin sends shivers down her spine. Pulling him closer, she tenderly kisses him. She sighs in contentment, as if eagerly anticipating this moment just as much as he was.

Minutes later, he watches her car drive away, and her taillights fade into the dark night. He smiles to himself, envisioning a future together and the possibilities that lie ahead.

******

You excuse yourself from a few friends whom you were catching up with to return a work call. Although your managers and colleagues sympathized, you also left abruptly to be with your family, and had only been working intermittently in the last week.

There was still work to be done, and you didn't mind checking in. You could have waited until tomorrow to answer your colleague's question, but instead, you stepped outside the bar to stand in a quiet corner by the dumpsters, away from a couple of Hobi's kitchen staff who were smoking on the patio.

"Are you sure you've got it?" you ask your colleague on the other end of the line, prompting them to ask any further questions.

As you listen to your colleague's assurance, you are unaware that Hobi is walking out of the side door, clutching two full garbage bags in his hands.

"Great, thanks. And please tell everyone that my family appreciates the flowers and sympathy card. Have a good night," you say before hanging up.

Your phone pings as you pull it away from your ear, signaling a new email alert from Sam. You open the attached document to find that it’s a petition for divorce. Sam adds in his message that his lawyer advised him to act quickly to avoid administrative costs. This only adds to your disappointment and frustration, as you were supposed to figure out all the logistics when he got back.

Guess the plan’s changed again.

As the reality of the situation sinks in, you shake your head gently. Even though you both decided to end the marriage, it still sucks to see it written on paper.

Feeling overwhelmed and frustrated, take a few deep breaths to try to keep it together. Exhale and allow yourself a moment to feel the emotions that are starting to consume you. You can feel your throat tightening as you try to hold back the tears, but eventually, they start to fall.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, doubling over, your hands on your knees. It’s okay to feel this way, you remind yourself. It’s perfectly normal to have moments of weakness…have a little cry before you rejoin the others.

“Are you okay?”

Hearing his voice, you quickly wipe off your tears. Turning your head, you see Hobi with a curious expression, making you feel slightly embarrassed.

“Oh, hey,” you force a smile. “I’m okay. Just…needed some air, that’s all.” You wonder how long he’d been standing there and how much he's seen.

He stands there for a few seconds, regarding you. Then, he nods sympathetically. “I get it.”

The guys who were smoking call out to their boss and Hobi briefly acknowledges them, thanking them for all their help tonight.

Hobi turns to you, and you both stare at each other. A sob escapes you, and he quickly rushes to your side, embracing you tightly. You bury your face in his chest and cry, feeling safe in his arms as you ride out all of the pent-up emotions you had in you. His steady heartbeat against your cheek is a small comfort in the midst of your pain.

“Shhh, it’ll be okay,” he whispers softly. “I know it doesn’t seem like it right now but it will be. After some time, it’ll hurt less and less.”

As you listen to his words, you can't help but feel a sense of irony. How can he know that everything will be okay? How can he promise that the pain will lessen with time?

“Is that what you told yourself?” You ask when you lift your head up.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “I…I’m not sure I understand.”

Hobi suffered the loss of his father a few years ago, which is where his sentiment is coming from. However, after consuming several drinks and experiencing exhaustion and grief, you decide to bring up old, unfinished business.

You push off him and take a step back. “Did you tell yourself that—about us—when you left? Because that’s what I kept telling myself when you walked out. And you know what? It didn’t really work out for me.” Not only were you being childish but you were also projecting.

“YN—“

“Why would you do that? How could you leave me?”

He is dumbstruck by your sudden attack. This was not how he pictured the conversation going. "I left you? Are you serious right now?" he asks incredulously.

You shoot him a wry look. "I'm pretty sure you walked out that door, Hoseok," you say, your voice laced with frustration and anger.

Hoseok lets out a humorless laugh. "Because you told me to leave!" he retorts, his voice bitter.

The memory of him leaving is seared into your mind, yet he seems to have forgotten everything else that led up to it.

"I thought that after everything we went through, you would stick it out just a little bit more, for me!"

"I did!" he yells indignantly before catching himself. Losing his temper won't solve anything. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down. "It's just... I had a moment of weakness and needed to figure things out," he explains. Walking out on you was the most bone-headed move he ever made. “I regretted it the second I got home. I was fucking miserable.”

"But you still left me," you whimper pathetically. You're not sure what you hope to achieve.

"I came back," he whispers.

“When?” you ask unconvinced, struggling to process the fact that he had returned without your knowledge. In fact, he came back a month after, during which time you had hastily moved out of the apartment you shared. You had temporarily moved in with Namjoon until you found something more permanent. It was also during this gap that you met Sam.

“Did Namjoon know?” you ask, desperate for answers.

“Nobody knew,” he responds, his voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted to surprise you so I waited by the coffee shop across from Namjoon’s place. But then…I saw you with…him.”

You stare at him incredulously. “And you didn’t think to approach me?”

He looks down at his feet, his voice soft. "He made you laugh," he says, ignoring your question. "I used to do that, you know?" He had wanted nothing more than to beg for your forgiveness, to comfort you, and make you smile again. Instead, he couldn't help but think back to the memory burned into his brain: you with your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

“So I went home with my tail between my legs. Then one day, Joon told me that you were getting married. Do you know what that day was like for me?”

"I think I might have an idea," you mutter in a smart-ass manner.

"No, YN! You don't know half of it! Do you know what it's like to have your airway cut off? Huh? Do you know what it feels like to desperately gasp for air so you won't feel like you're going to die?"

“You say that as if you were the only one who felt like dying that day!” You sobbed, feeling some regret.

“And yet you still married him!”

Hobi didn't know that you married Sam because you got pregnant. Sam wanted to be responsible and proposed to you. It wasn't ideal and not what you pictured for yourself. The fact was that your baby needed their father, and you were trying to do right by your child.

"It's the money, isn't it? You married him because he had some big-shot city job raking in tons of cash?"

His accusation stings you. "Is that what you think of me? After all these years, that's your perception of me?"

“Look, I get it. I get the appeal,” Hobi says. “He was successful; how could I compete with that? I’m just the small-town guy, the boy who lived next door. What do I have to offer?”

"Really, Hobi? Self-deprecation? That's great," you sarcastically interject.

"I would have loved to keep you for myself, to hold onto you, but that would have been unfair." His dad had also fallen ill shortly after he returned home. "At least you got to live your dream. You got to marry the guy meant for you, and you had a family together. If I were in his place, I would have just held you back. If I had been in his place, your dreams would have remained just that—dreams."

All the talk about Sam being ‘the guy meant for you’ was giving you a headache. Exasperated and tired, you snapped, "If you wanted to be in his place, you should have just done that to begin with!" With that, you abruptly walked away from him.

Taken aback, he felt a flash of déjà vu from the past - the day he drove you home after your old high school boyfriend dumped you. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. This was not how he wanted the conversation to go. "Sunshine, wait!" he called out.

But his term of endearment only riled you up further. You turned your head slightly and yelled over your shoulder, "Stop calling me that!"

"Why?" He asks.

You stop and turn around, seething. "Because I don't like it!"

"You're a shitty liar, you know that?" he shoots back.

You jerk your head in disgust. "And you're a smug asshole, Jung Hoseok," you spit out.

You turn to leave, but he yells after you, "YN, come on. Let's talk about this, please?"

"No!" Fucking nerve he has.

He puffs out his chest and shouts, "If you keep walking away from me, then I hate you!"

If Yoongi didn't have the speaker volumes all the way up, an audience would be gathering around you right now. You turn around and glare at him. "Oh really? You hate me?"

"Yes, I hate you! And I especially hate that after all this time, you still walk away from arguments just so you can get the last word."

You scoff. "Wow. Nice. This was exactly what I needed to hear from you tonight," you say sarcastically before walking away once again.

"See? It's true! You always get the last word, and that's because your dad and brothers always treated you like a princess. Well, I'm done with that!"

You square your jaw and scowl at his audacity. "Oh, you're done?" You mock him.

"Yeah, I'm done. So done!"

Slowly, he advances toward you. "I'm done thinking about whether you get enough sleep or if you work too much and forget to eat. I'm done wondering if Sam cooks for you. And when you're sick? Oh my god--especially when you get sick! You get so whiny! Does he make you soup? Does he..." he represses a growl. "Fuck it! I don't want to think about all of that anymore. I'm done with these thoughts of you filling my brain night and day."

The raw emotion in his outburst sobers you up. You believed that he forgot about you, but instead, he has been holding onto memories of you all this time. Memories that have kept him up at night, replaying in his mind like an endless loop.

”I’m done.” He says softly.

As seconds pass, his face softens and he continues to stare at you.

You try to respond, but the words get stuck in your throat. Instead, you throw your arms around him in a tight embrace, holding onto him for dear life. You feel the warmth of his body against yours, and for a moment, all the anger you had slowly fades.

After a few moments, Hobi gently pulls away, his hands still on your back. He looks down at you, his eyes softening as he sees your tears. He wipes them away with his thumb, his touch gentle and comforting.

As he cups your cheeks in his hands and gazes at you, you can't help but feel a sense of longing. You tilt your chin up slightly. He's unsure at first, afraid that he might be crossing a boundary. You stroke his cheekbone wordlessly to assure him. You lean in closer.

He gives in and closes the gap between your lips.

The kiss is soft at first, tentative, but then it deepens, and you lose yourselves in the sensation, feeling his arms wrap around you as you savor the moment. Your pulse races as his lips move against yours, and you can't remember the last time you felt passion like this.

“Hobah, are you–”

You jump in surprise at Yoongi's voice from behind. You and Hobi quickly back away from each other, turning around and hoping Yoongi didn't notice how flustered you were.

"I was just coming back in, hyung!" Hobi says in a panic. "What's up?" His hand creeps behind his neck, rubbing it nervously while trying to sneak glances at you.

"Oh," Yoongi says, trying to hide his amusement. "I was gonna ask you something but it’s not urgent.”

With a slight nod, Yoongi disappears through the side door again, leaving you and Hobi standing there, worried about how much he saw...or if he saw anything at all.

Not long after, the front door opens and Namjoon appears. "There you are!"

You jump again. "What? I wasn't doing anything," you say anxiously.

"I didn't say you were," Namjoon says slowly. "Listen, we should probably let Hoseok know—Oh, you're here too?" he says, looking at both of you skeptically.

"What is it? What do you want?" Your tone is suspiciously aggressive.

Namjoon squints for a second but decides not to ask why you were acting weird. "Okay, chill,” he chuckled softly. “I was just gonna say, it’s getting late and Jin-hyung doesn’t want to stay out too long since Yoojung-noona isn’t 100% yet, so he’s asking me to round everybody up."

Hobi is standing there like a deer in headlights--the same look he had when Namjoon decided to confront both of you after catching you kissing back in high school.

"Great, I'll just go get my purse." You excuse yourself hastily and turn to head back inside.

Hobi stands there, unsure of what to do. Namjoon asks, “Is she okay? What did–”

“Nothing happened,” he says too quickly. “I mean, she’s okay, I think. We were just talking and…things got a little emotional. I…I was trying to comfort her,” he tries to explain.

Namjoon’s eyebrow twitches for a second, but his expression turns somber. “I appreciate you being there for her…you know, even after everything that’s happened.”

Hobi nods. Namjoon was initially upset with Hobi for moving back home without you, but what could he do? You were both adults, and your father had already scolded both of you separately. Namjoon decided to help you get back on track as much as he could.

Standing next to his friend, Namjoon takes a deep breath. "Who would have thought, huh? Two divorces in our family. First me, and now YN," he says, shaking his head.

Hobi's mouth falls open. He knew about Namjoon and Vee's divorce, but he was unaware of yours. He is unsure how to react. In a span of minutes, he confronted you about your past, lashed out at you, and you kissed.

He couldn’t help but summarize it in the most ironic way he could think of. “I’m sure that wasn’t in your dad’s bingo card,” he attempts to say in jest to mask his shock. 

Namjoon chuckles softly, appreciating the joke but completely unaware of the multiple connotations behind the remark. "Thanks for tonight.”

“Of course,” he answers before the two hug. “Love you, bro,” Namjoon says, patting his friend’s back gently.

******

You and your brothers bid farewell to the remaining guests. Naya embraces you warmly, and you promise to have dinner together one of these weekends. Jimin has decided to leave his car behind and take a cab home instead.

Your brothers exchange hugs with Hobi, thanking him profusely for hosting the celebration. They start walking out the door and towards the van.

Finally, it's your turn to say goodbye to your host. You come up behind Taehyung, who seems to be feeling better. You make a mental note to ask him about it later.

After thanking and hugging Yoongi, he clears his throat loudly and excuses himself to wipe some tables.

"Thanks again for tonight," you say quietly, the memory of him kissing you still nagging at you.

"You're welcome. It was a no-brainer for me," he replies.

You smile awkwardly before embracing him. While he holds you tightly in his arms, he whispers, "I'd do anything for your family...especially for you, Sunshine."

Your heart wrenches. Even after the hurtful things you've said to him, you're not sure you deserve his kindness.

As the van pulls out of the parking lot, you look through one of the windows and spot Hobi by the bar putting away some beer bottles, and to your surprise, Dara comes up behind him and caresses his cheek.

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Scions, Ch.8b | Kim Line + JHS

Scions, 8b

sci·​on | \ ˈsī-ən \ Definition:(1)a descendant(2) a shoot or twig, especially one cut for grafting or planting

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Pairing: Fem!Reader Sister + Kim Brothers; JHS x Fem!Reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Siblings!AU; Marriage!AU; FWB!AU; exes to ?; Mom!Reader; Brother’s Best Friend; drama; angst; smut; fluff

Warnings: ANGST!!!; DRAMA!!!; sibling bickering; multiple POV switches; character death; parenting frustrations; alcohol consumption; mentions of fertility struggles; parenting fears; vulnerable confessions; cussing; pining; unrequited love; mentions of divorce/separation; emotional outbursts; mourning; soft sibling moments

Word count: 3.9K+

Summary: Four grown siblings return to their childhood hometown after their father is declared to be terminal. They are forced to live under the same roof for days, along with their overbearing mother, to say their final goodbyes. It starts off nostalgic until some unresolved family issues along with an assortment of spouses, exes, and might-have-beens make things even more interesting.

A/N: Second of three mini-updates. Thanks for being so patient! Thank you to my loves, @internetjunkdrawer and @itdoesntmatterwhy for reading through this angst-fest. I appreciate you both 💜

A/N2: One of the scenes here was lifted from 500 Days of Summer, just slightly paraphrased 🥺

Thirty minutes later, after bidding your kids and mom goodbye, you all pile into Yoojung and Jin's minivan. Jin takes the front seat while Yoojung is at the wheel. You and Namjoon sit in the row behind them, while Taehyung sits in the rear by himself.

Jin and Yoojung are quietly bickering in the front seat. “I can drive, yeobo,” he says.

“Congratulations. I can drive, too,” she responds as she secures her seatbelt and puts the keys in the ignition.

“Are you sure?” He asks. “What about your headache?”

“I’m fine,” she stresses. “I took some medicine an hour ago and I can get us all to Hobi’s, okay?” Jin nods and decidedly drops the subject.

Taehyung starts complaining, "How come I have to sit all the way back here?"

"I need the legroom," Namjoon replies matter-of-factly.

Taehyung rolls his eyes and retorts, "Couldn't YN-noona sit back here?"

You interject, "I wish I could, but I get car sick, remember?" You shove Namjoon's leg out of your way so you can buckle your seatbelt. He clicks his teeth in annoyance. Shooting him a glare, you say, "Quit man-spreading then!" He rolls his eyes and scoots to the other side to give you some room.

Annoyed and feeling left out, Taehyung blows out raspberries.

Jin sees the opportunity to tease his youngest brother and asks through the rearview mirror, "Do you need a booster seat back there?"

"I can grab Joobin's seat from my car?” You ask jokingly.

“Yeah, the law says you're supposed to sit in it until you reach 80 pounds or 4'9" in height - whichever comes first," Namjoon piles on.

"That's just great. Pick on the dongsaeng... ha-ha," Taehyung adds sarcastically.

Everyone laughs, including Taehyung who can't resist joining in despite his annoyance.

"Everybody buckled up?" Yoojung asks sweetly.

"Yessss! Now can we please go?" Taehyung whines.

As you finally settle into your seats, Yoojung turns the ignition on and the car starts moving away from the curb.

You turn to Namjoon and whisper, "Is Vee coming?" To which he responds with a head shake and an equally lowered voice. "No. She felt guilty skipping but I said it was fine. She did a lot today so I told her it might be best to stay off her feet and rest."

You nod in agreement and comment, "That's thoughtful of you." He shrugs noncommittally and says, "I'm just thinking about the baby."

"If you say so," you say under your breath.

******

Hobi's decision to close Hangsang for the day in solidarity with your family was a heartwarming gesture that you deeply appreciated. As you arrive, you are greeted by familiar faces, including classmates, childhood friends, and some of the restaurant's staff. It is comforting to see so many people who care about you and your family.

Despite the somber atmosphere, there is also a sense of joy and mischief in the air. You can feel your father's presence in the room.

Your best friend, Naya, walks up to you with her arms wide open, engulfing you in a hug. "Hey, hun." Your throat stings, making you take a deep breath so you won't lose it in front of all these people.

“By the way, I forgot to text you, but–”

Before she finishes her sentence, you already have a good guess about what she meant to warn you about. To your surprise, you see Dara, a former classmate from high school, walking around to pass shots to your brothers. When she reaches you, she hands you your drink and smiles awkwardly.

"Hi, YN. Good to see you," you say as you take the glass from her.

"H-hey, Dara. Long time no see," you reply, surprised to see her. Taehyung had only mentioned that family and close friends would be present at Hobi's invitation. You and Dara were never close and even had a disagreement early on during your relationship with Hobi.

You and Hobi were keeping your relationship secret at school. You didn't want your brothers to find out, but due to your own carelessness, they eventually they did. Dara was Hobi's algebra tutor and followed him around like a puppy. She flirted with him despite his attempts to keep his distance.

So you took matters into your own hands—which at the time, happened to be her hair.

It has been a few years since then, and although it was water under the bridge, seeing her still came as a shock to you.

Seeing the puzzled look on your face, Dara decides to explain. "I know you weren't expecting to see me. I work here every now and then just to help Hoseokie out."

Your eyes subtly flick over to Naya, who is shifting uncomfortably, before darting back to Dara. "I see," you say.

"Hoseokie wanted everyone to get drinks as soon as they walked in. Also, uhm, I'm very sorry for your loss," Dara says apologetically.

You smile politely at her. "Thank you, I appreciate that."

After a moment of hesitation, she speaks again. "I also wanted you to know that your dad was especially kind to me after my husband passed away. He was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to," Her voice trails off with a hint of sadness.

Her personal confession catches you off-guard. “I’m sorry to hear about your husband,” you say sympathetically. “I’m not surprised that my dad would do that for you. That’s just the kind of person he is, or…was.”

With a small nod, she excuses herself and walks off to check on other guests.

Shortly after, Hobi spots your group from behind the bar and asks Yoongi to turn the music down for a moment. All eyes turn to him as he makes an announcement.

"Thanks, hyung," he says to Yoongi. "And thanks for coming, everyone." You feel the anticipation building as Hobi pauses for a moment.

Before he can continue, there's a knock on the door.

Everyone takes a quick look around the room to see who's missing but it seems like everyone's already here. 

Dara walks over to the window to identify the unexpected guest. When she recognizes the figure, she immediately unlocks the door for them.

Taehyung shouts in excitement as his childhood best friend, Jimin, makes his entrance. He enthusiastically waves him over and welcomes him with a big hug.

As Jimin joins the circle, he apologizes for being late. "I'm sorry for interrupting, Hobi-hyung," he says to Hobi. "Please, continue!"

"Thanks, Dr. Park," Hobi replies with a chuckle before proceeding with his toast. "Today is a day to remember and celebrate a great friend and member of our community, Kim Beomsok."

At the mention of your father's name, you and your brothers instinctively reach for each other.

Hobi turns to your family with a serious expression. "I think I speak for everyone here when I say that your dad was not only a good friend but also a father figure to many of us at some point in our lives," he says. "I remember when he helped me out when I was going through a tough time with my own dad being sick. I'm sure each and every one of you has a story like that to share."

"So, I encourage everyone to share their memories with our guests of honor here," Hobi says, raising his glass toward your family. "I think the best way to honor someone’s memory is to remember how they lived." As Hobi finishes, you see everyone nodding in agreement. You feel the shared feeling of love and loss for your father.

He raises his glass and you all follow suit. “Hear, hear,” Jin declares, and everyone echoes the sentiment.

Your father would have felt uncomfortable knowing that everyone was throwing a party for him. He didn't like being the center of attention. He would have asked everyone to have one drink and call it a day. Nonetheless, you appreciate the sincere thought behind this gathering.

******

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it in time for the service, hyung,” Jimin says as he approaches Jin. He comes up to greet Yoojung and gives her a hug.

“That’s alright, Jiminah. We understand.” Jin responds.

“I also wanted to take this opportunity to apologize for how everything with your dad went down. I didn’t mean to be secretive. It’s just that he insisted and with doctor-patient confidentiality–”

“Jiminie,” Jin interjects, patting him on the shoulder gently. “It’s fine, really. As much as we loved dad, he had his reasons. None of us blame you.” Jin reminisces about the years he spent with his father, both the good and the bad. He recalls how his father would always put on a brave face, no matter what was happening in his life, and preferred to carry his own burden.

Jimin nods, relieved that you didn’t hold your father’s decisions against him. “Thank you, hyung. I’m glad you understand.”

Jin puts his arm around Jimin’s shoulder. “Of course. You’re family.”

“I know you’ll probably get this a lot tonight but,” he raises his glass to Jin. “How ‘bout a toast to abeonim?”

“Of course,” Jin chuckles and clinks his glass against Jimin's, while Yoojung taps her bottled water against their alcoholic drinks.

After taking a sip, Yoojung interrupts to switch subjects briefly. "Jiminah, I know you're off-duty, so I almost feel awkward asking for your professional opinion, at a bar, no less.”

Jimin throws his head back in laughter, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “Noona, I may be out of the clinic but I’m never truly off-duty.” As his laughter subsides, he asks, “What do you need medical advice on?”

With some hesitation, she glances at Jin. “I don’t know, yeobo. Maybe I was just tired–”

“Just tell him,” he urges her gently.

“It’s okay, noona,” Jimin reassures her.

"So, I don't know if it's just the fertility treatments or maybe the stress of the last few days," she recounts. "I was feeling faint yesterday. I think I was just dehydrated, to be honest, but Jin was concerned."

Jin sighs. He was only worried about her. "I still don't understand why you're not more concerned. You haven't been eating well, and you're complaining about back pain and dizziness…"

“Any exhaustion? Nausea?” Jimin presses.

“A little bit of both,” she answers. “But I usually feel like this during a new cycle. Maybe I’m coming down with something? I’ve had my hands full the last few days.” She tries to rationalize.

“Have you done an at-home test?” Jimin asks her.

Jin and Yoojung’s eyebrows furrow at the same time. Yoojung hadn’t done a pregnancy test since that one evening–which seems like ages ago now after everything that’s transpired since then. “I did several days ago but it was…negative.” The tail-end of her response was laced with frustration.

“Well,” Jimin starts, “I know obstetrics isn’t my specialty but if you’ve ever heard of false-positive home tests, it’s also entirely possible to get a false-negative.”

Jimin was aware of their fertility struggles because it was he who had referred them to another colleague. He knows how emotionally draining these journeys can be, so he did not want to give them false hope. He quickly suggested, "Again, not my area of expertise, but I would recommend doing another at-home test. It has been a few days since your last one, so you can try again. If you get the same result but still experience symptoms, contact your OB and they can do a blood test to give you a clearer answer."

Jin turns to his wife and says, "It's up to you."

After pausing to decide, she sighs and says, "I might still have one test in my bag. We can do it when we get home." Jin purses his lips, knowing that Yoojung is still determined, but it tore him up to see the heartbreak and disappointment on her face every time that second line failed to appear on the tiny pee-stick screen.

She gently squeezes his hand and calmly says, "We'll be okay." What she really means is that she will be okay. Although she doesn't say it in so many words, her voice assures Jin that she is prepared for whatever the result may be.

After a quick nod to her, he turns to Jimin and thanks him.

******

Taehyung and Eunhae sit across from each other at a booth and make some attempts at a conversation.

“I hope you’re not missing too much work,” he comments blandly.

“It’s sort of our off-season so, not too bad. I’ve been able to log in at the hotel and make calls from there.” She fidgets with her beer bottle.

“And you’re not going to get in trouble not being on-site?”

“No,” she smiles. “I can do my work anywhere, as long as I’ve got a laptop and an internet connection.”

He falls silent, keeping his gaze on Eunhae.

She looks up and catches him staring. “What is it?”

“I…” He begins apprehensively, “I was wondering–”

His thought goes unfinished when Jimin interrupts them. “Hey, bro,” Jimin greeted his best friend.

“Jiminie,” Taehyung smiles softly, rising to give him a lingering hug. “How are you?” Jimin asks, giving Taehyung’s shoulder a comforting squeeze.

Taehyung shrugs and sits back down. “I’m okay, I guess.”

Still standing, Jimin’s eyes drift to Eunhae. “Hi there,” he greets her.

Taehyung sees that glint in his best friend’s eye and decides to act quickly. “Eunhae, this is one of my best friends, Jimin. Jimin, this is Eunhae. She’s uh…” he pauses, thinking of an appropriate term to call their ‘association’ with each other. 

“A friend from the city,” she smiled, sticking her hand out to shake Jimin’s.

His eyebrows rose in recognition. “Ah, so you’re Eunhae.” He exchanged a knowing look with Taehyung. “I’ve heard about you,” he says.

“I hope only good things?” Eunhae says before taking a swig of her beer.

“Always,” Jimin answers confidently, subtly winking at Taehyung.

“You’re the doctor, right?” She asks with some uncertainty. Even though they had long established not to share any personal stories with each other as part of their little casual sex agreement, Taehyung would still unknowingly drop the occasional tidbit during pillow talk.

“You’ve been talking about me?” Jimin scrunched up his nose and teased his best friend.

“Not like that,” Taehyung says with a subtle eye roll.

“Well,” Jimin says, nudging Taehyung to scoot down a bit so he could squeeze into the seat next to him. “I don’t know if Taehyung has ever mentioned that I’m a straight-shooter,” he says with a wink. “I have to ask, do you have a boyfriend?” 

Taehyung covers his face with his hands, wishing the ground would swallow him up. He’s whined to friends about Eunhae more than just ‘a few times’ so Jimin certainly knows a bit more than what he lets on.

“Nope,” Eunhae answers simply.

“And why not?” Jimin asks.

“I like my independence,” she answers confidently.

Jimin smirks and Eunhae scoffs in return. “What? You don’t believe that a woman can just have a great time being free to do what she wants?”

“Eunhae, please excuse my friend. I think the marathon on-call schedules have messed with his head,” Taehyung says apologetically.

“Well, allow me to break it down for you.” Eunhae begins.

“Yes, please enlighten me!” Jimin flashes an eager smile and leans in closer.

“I like being on my own. Relationships are messy, feelings can get hurt. I’m still young and don’t feel like being tied down. And labels? Who needs them? If you’re consenting adults, I think that’s all you need.”

Jimin opens his mouth to speak but is immediately cut off by Taehyung. “But what happens if you fall in love?” His question makes Jimin slowly turn his head toward his friend and then at Eunhae. This ought to be good.

“Love? Come on, Tae,” Eunhae says dismissively. “That’s just a fairy tale.”

He scoffs at her answer. “It’s love, not mermaids.“

She laughs at his retort. “Still, lots of marriages end in divorce—“

“Not my parents,” he contests. “They stayed together and they were happy.”

Eunhae clears her throat, conceding to his specific point. “Your parents are a rarity—a unicorn, if we’re keeping with the fairy tale theme.”

Jimin tries to interrupt again, but Taehyung is quick with his argument. "So what if it's rare? Doesn't that mean a successful relationship is possible?" he says.

Eunhae looks at him, still skeptical. “Then maybe you should tell me what I’m missing.”

Taehyung thinks for a moment, then replies, "It's a feeling that's hard to explain. It's a connection that's deeper than words. You just know it when you feel it."

While Eunhae ponders on his words, Jimin takes advantage of the lull in their little debate, effectively breaking the tension around them. "Alright, alright! How about we just agree to disagree? Relationships are complex! I don’t think we can figure out this in one night."

He then rises from his seat to get another drink. "But I do have to say, this is quite an interesting topic, right?" With a nod, he heads toward the bar, leaving Taehyung and Eunhae to continue to stare at each other from across the table, lost in their own thoughts.

******

“When did she start working here? Namjoon never mentioned anything to me.” You kept your tone hushed while asking Naya about Dara. This really shouldn’t be affecting you. Hobi owns the business and can hire whoever he wants.

“I think she’s been working here for–” she took a deep breath, trying to jog her memory, “I want to say, a couple of years? On and off.”

“Interesting,” you say. “Do you know who was she married to?”

Naya shrugged. “All I know is that he’s not from around here. I think he was in the military?” She sighed and lowered her voice before speaking again, “Killed in action, they said.” You wince.

"She moved back here shortly after they brought him home. She lives here but works in another town during the week and tries to pick up work wherever and whenever she can. I'm pretty sure your dad gave her a couple of shifts when he would cater events, too. My guess is that she's just trying to fill her time, so she wouldn't think too much about what happened.”

Your face falters as you hear more about Dara's unfortunate circumstances. In hindsight, you realize that holding onto a petty high school feud was not worth it.

"After all these years, glad to know your gossip radar is still exceptional," you remark in jest.

Naya closes her eyes and smiles bashfully. "That's what happens when you never leave the hometown you were born and raised in. You know everything about everybody." She gives you a knowing look.

As you get lost in your thoughts, you notice Jimin heading your way.

"Noona!" he says with a goofy grin on his face, seeming to have had a couple of drinks. You hope he doesn't have to work tomorrow.

You beam back and greet him, "Dr. Park!" He throws his head back and lets out a belly laugh. "Stop it with that! I'm still the same guy who used to eat your secret snacks!"

Your jaw drops and your eyes widen. "I knew you and Taehyung were stealing my snacks!" you exclaim.

"Noona, you should find a better hiding place than your parents’ empty instant coffee tin," he laughs. You playfully poke him in the side, which elicits more laughter from him.

******

Yoongi walks out of the kitchen carrying a bucket of ice to refill the bin behind the bar. He notices Hobi standing still, with his shoulders rounded in and neck hunched forward. He is clutching a bottle of tequila with two empty shot glasses in front of him and has a faraway look in his eyes. Yoongi follows his gaze across the room and sees you standing next to Jimin, having an animated conversation with him.

Hobi is unaware that he is being watched, but Yoongi decides to break him out of his reverie by noisily dumping the ice bucket into the bin. Hobi flinches from the sudden loud sound.

“Yah, hyung. You scared me!” Hobi clutches his chest.

“Sorry. Pouring ice quietly is impossible,” he remarks sarcastically. “What are you doing?”

“N-nothing. Just pouring drinks,” Hobi stutters.

“You sure about that? You look like you’re hiding.” Yoongi accuses.

“Hiding? I’m not hiding! I’m right out in the open.”

“I meant you’re hiding from her.” Yoongi tilts his chin up, gesturing in your direction.

Hobi looks back in your direction and then laughs uncomfortably at Yoongi’s comment. “I’m not!” His voice rose several octaves.

Yoongi blinks languidly at him. “You’re not going to make me do this, are you?” He deadpans.

Hobi scrunches his face up in confusion.

Yoongi takes a deep breath and realizes that he's about to give the classic rom-com speech of encouragement as the trusted friend. "Why don't you just go up and talk to her?”

Hobi licked his lips and clicked his teeth. “It’s not that simple, hyung.”

"Not that simple?" he repeats. "For years, I've heard you say, 'All I need is a few moments with her.' Now she's right here, and you're hiding."

Before Hobi can answer, Taehyung strolls over to pick up the shots from the bar. He returns Taehyung's gratitude with a smile before walking away.

Once he is out of earshot, Hobi turns his attention back to Yoongi. "I don't know if I can, hyung."

"Of course, you can! You've practiced this speech for years!" Yoongi scolds Hobi.

Hobi wonders if he's whined to Yoongi too much about you. He's spent years regretting leaving and giving Sam the opening to win you over. He's tried, but failed, to move on. He releases a sharp breath, waving Yoongi off.

"I mean, even if I told her everything, it's not like it would change anything," he says, tearing his gaze away from you as he busies himself wiping already-clean glasses.

"Yeah, but at least you'd get it all out there," Yoongi shoots back. "And who knows? Maybe she has a lot to say to you, too."

Hobi has always wondered if you found closure all these years because he certainly hasn't. On the rare occasions that he feels lonely, he and Dara will meet up after-hours. She kept his bed warm some nights, but when the sheets cooled down in the morning, it was another reminder that she wasn’t you.

"I wouldn't even know where to start," he mutters.

Yoongi shrugs his shoulders. "Can't help you there. But while you think about that, I can at least get you started." He grabs the bottle of tequila from Hobi and retrieves two more shot glasses, pouring the liquor.

"Hyung, come on, we're working here," Hobi protests.

Yoongi snorts. "I'm working, whereas you own the place. There's a slight distinction there."

“When you put it that way,” Hobi arches an eyebrow and asks him pointedly, "Should you be drinking?"

Yoongi doesn't take his question seriously. "I drink regardless. Now, you, on the other hand," he slides a shot of tequila toward Hobi, "...should be drinking."

Hobi hesitates for a moment, then decides to pick up his glass. As he does so, Yoongi raises his own and says, "Geonbae."

"Geonbae," Hobi responds as they clink their glasses together. The warmth of the alcohol spreads throughout his body, relaxing him. Nervously, he looks over at you.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Hobi says, shaking his head.

Yoongi grins at him. "You'll thank me later.”

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Doctor’s Appointment

Pairing: Johnny Suh (NCT) X GN!Reader

Genre: Doctor AU, Hospital AU, strangers to somewhat lover, Single parent AU, somewhat fluff, kinda romance

Rating: sfw, pg-13

Warnings: sick baby, being in a clinic, rude elderly woman, self doubt, johnny being slightly intimidating (if you squint), infusion bags, mentions of needles and piercing the skin with said needles, mentions of passing out, mentions of neglecting ones own needs, a nosy neighbour.. that should be it..

Wordcount: 3.270

A/N: Saw the picture, felt a parent mood, had to write this. Please enjoy this one shot and tell me what you think.

You nearly ran against the automatic doors as they didn’t open fast enough. Impatiently you tapped from one foot on the other, wincing with every cry that reached your ears.

During the ride here your little one had passed out from exhaustion, the high fever and constant crying throughout the afternoon, evening and half the night finally took a toll. But the second you unbuckled the seatbelt and lifted your baby into your arms it woke up again.

You ignored the stares and frowns from the few people around you, hurrying to the front desk where you stopped and started rocking your baby, hoping to cease the crying. Sadly nothing worked. Instead your little one only cried louder and louder.

By now you were surprised your eardrums didn’t burst, though you were sure you would hear a ringing the second it got remotely quiet again.

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Now that’s 90′s- A Seventeen Collab

Hosted by @sun-kore and @mingiblr​

Drive in theaters… mall hopping on the weekends… confessing your watching TRL and Daria on MTV. The 90s were all about being fresh, nostalgic and keeping it real. Who better to star in this 90′s collab other than SVT?  Below are the authors that are going to be taking us through the decade, one Seventeen boy at a time. 

S. Coups

→ Cry-Baby by @duhnova

→ pairing: biker!choi seungcheol x fem!reader

→ genre: fluff, angst, opposites attract, drama, kind of college au, smut

→ summary: decked out in leather and riding a harley davidson like he’s got business with the devil, choi seungcheol was the talk of your small town. everyone looked down on him and when you come home for the first time since starting uni you find it hard to believe that the pouty lipped kid you tossed off the merry-go-round when you were six was some slick haired delinquent. → rating: 18+

Jeonghan

→ [The One With The Candle] by @beahae

→ pairing: neighbour!Jeonghan x Reader(f)

→ genre: Friends-inspired 90s AU, smut, possibly light fluff

→ summary: When a storm knocks out the power in your whole apartment building, taking your visibility, phone call abilities and peace with it, both you and your somewhat obnoxious next-door neighbour find yourselves looking to each other for company. And a candle. 

→ rating: 18+

Joshua

→ [Stop, Kiss] by @hobeemin

→ pairing: joshua hong x poc!(f) reader

→ genre: 90s au (based on Can’t Hardly Wait), college au, angst, smut, drama, fluff, faking dating au

→ summary: joshua wasn’t what you called popular back in high school, in fact, he was practically invisible. what happens when he runs into his childhood crush in college after growing into his looks? awhole lot of shenanigans ensue.

→ rating: 18+

Jun

→ Ugh! As If!  by @playmetheclassics​ → pairing: College Student Junhui x Female Reader

→ genre: Fluff, angst, smut. Friends to lovers. University AU! Fake Dating AU!

→ summary: Jun is your best friend, he’s also your rich best friend, and he’s the only guy among his friends who doesn’t have a girlfriend. So to ensure he stops getting teased, he asks you to be his girlfriend. Normally, you’d say no, but he’s offering to pay you, and you need the money. So you say yes, besides he’s your best friend. You wouldn’t fall for him, right?

→ rating: 18+ 

Hoshi

→ [Caller #17] by @sun-kore​

→ pairing: jock!Hoshi x college radio dj!reader (femme)

→ genre: 90’s au. strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, smut

→ summary: You could name 10 things that you hate about him easily. But when you bond together over music, those things slowly turn into love instead.

→ rating: 18+

Wonwoo

→ [PAUSE + PLAY] by @mingiblr​

→ pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader

→ genre: 90s au, fluff, humor

→ summary: Your new job at the VHS store starts to get interesting when a handsome young man comes to the counter with a bunch of interesting picks.

→ rating: nc17

Woozi

→ You Drive Me Crazy (But It Feels Alright) by @kthpurplesyou​ 

→ pairing: Lee Jihoon x Female Reader

→ genre: angst, fluff, smut

→ summary: You and your neighbor, Jihoon used to be best friends as kids. As time passed, unfortunate events and the cliques of junior high tore the two of you apart. Several years later, you find yourselves in the same college but the two of you actively avoid each other and some people would even say you were enemies. As fate would have it, breakups lead you both to wonder if there’s ever a chance to rekindle the friendship.

→ rating: 18+

DK

→ Love Bytes by @onlyseokmins​

→ pairing: Lee Seokmin x Female Reader

→ genre: Romcom!au, Fluff, Humor, Mild Angst, and Smut

→ summary: “If we’re not married by the time we’ve secured our jobs, we’re marrying each other.” A promise surprisingly not made by your parents but posed as a warning threat between you and Seokmin. One you had forgotten about until he ends up finding out that you still have no plans for marriage. Now your fate relies on every “byte” of info you have on your home skillet’s large friend group to secure the perfect husband material while Seokmin does his very best to thwart every attempt. All is fair in love and war.

→ rating: 18+

Mingyu

→ Agent K by @milfgyuu​

→ pairing: Kim Mingyu x Fem!Reader

→ genre: Men In Black!AU, 90’s!AU, Humor, Action, Romance (smut?)

→ summary: You’re the agency’s top recruit five years running and your reward? Getting stuck with a rookie as your new partner. Not only is he a walking disaster but he’s also the director’s grandson. You’re tasked with both keeping him alive and in line when he tries to sweet talk his way into melting your icy professional exterior. 

→ rating: 18+

Minghao

→ Fresh by @baljinciaga​​ 

→ pairing: xu minghao x fem!reader 

→ genre: fluff 

→ summary: Minghao really talks a good game, but the girl at the record store sees right through him. He’s had his fair share of girls flocking towards him, but something about you was… different. He’d always stop by when he knew it was your shift and normally it got on your nerves, but recently, you’ve started warming up to the guy you “couldn’t stand” since junior high. 

→ rating: PG-15

Seungkwan

→ once upon a summer by the-boy-meets-evil

→ pairing: Seungkwan x fem!reader

→ genre: 90s!AU, Summer Love, fluff, maybe some smut

→ summary: Every summer kind of goes the same. The population of your usually sleepy beach town doubles and you bust your ass to make enough money to last through the slow season. But a new face blows into town like a whirlwind and he’s determined to catch your eye. Only one problem: he’s here for the summer and you’re married to this town. 

→ rating:18+

Vernon

→ Natsukashii by @flurrys-creativity​

→ pairing: Vernon x Reader (probably fem)

→ genre: Jurassic Park AU, Drama, Angst, Romance, maybe smut

→ summary: Everybody has that one friend in the group that simply screams trouble. That’s how you and your group of friends found yourself on a yacht on the way to the dinosaur islands. It should have been a fun weekend trip but after the boat got caught by a storm and crashed on one of the islands, you got separated from them. Fighting for your life you nearly despair if Vernon hadn’t found you. But having Vernon by your side wasn’t a guarantee of surviving the dinosaurs, or was it?

→ rating: nsfw and 18+

Dino

→ Four Page Letter by @joonminshua​

→ pairing: Lee Chan x Fem!Reader

→ genre: Fluff, smut, mild angst

→ summary: You’ve been in love with Chan for as long as you can remember but you and your diary are the only ones who know. Meanwhile, Chan has been in love with you for as long as he can remember and everyone knows. When you’re back in town for summer break, he decides that he’ll finally show you that he can be a guy you want to be with and not just your little brother’s best friend. By chance (or rather on purpose), when he finds out that you reciprocate his feelings he decides he’ll need to work twice as hard so you’ll finally see that being in love him is okay (he just hopes you won’t hate him for uncovering your true feelings the way he did).

→ rating: 18+

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Jonghyun Astrology placements + his lyrics inspired by 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 @thatredwine cr. BLING EFFECT, camomile milktea, Peony, camomile milktea, p.408

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Pick up line

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung (Ateez) x GN!Reader

Genre: Slice of life, suggestive, hinted Relationship AU, hinted Romance

Rating: nsfw, 18+

Warnings: a sexual pick up line, some cursing and mentioned activities… that’s it

Wordcount: 286

A/N: A friend used that pick up line on me… and yeah… I just had to… Please enjoy this drabble and tell me what you think!

You sat on the couch and scrolled through your phone, barely paying any attention to Wooyoung, who roamed around your apartment like he lived there too. Which he kind of did with the amount of time he stayed over - not that you were complaining or anything.

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