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This was perfect please give me this jungkook now he was to die for đźâđšđ„Ž
caught me. | jjk (m)
(edit done by my love, @httpjeon)
⣠đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ | jungkook x reader
⣠đ°đšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ | 13.5k
⣠đ đđ§đ«đ | roommate au. slight e2l au. smut. porn with very little plot.
⣠đąđ§đđđ± | explicit language and sexual content. mentions of vaping. mutual masturbation, sex toy usage, oral sex (f + m receiving), gagging, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, some wall fucking, riding, unprotected sex (you know the drill, wrap it up), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, jungkook has tattoos, long wavy hair and a giant schlong.
⣠đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ | you hate your temporary roommate, jungkook and it doesnât help that heâs been catching you at the most inconvenient of times.
âSeokjin, how could you do this to me?â You whine from the kitchen island, reflexively stabbing at the bowl of cereal in front of you. You canât believe your roommate is just now telling you, a day before he leaves for vacation, that his âfriendâ will be temporarily moving in while heâs away. Of course, Seokjin pays no mind to your tantrum. Instead, he continues packing the last of his luggage in the living space, across the room. Simply rolling his eyes and heaving a sigh in response, heâs far more acquainted with your antics than heâd like to be. He could almost call you the younger sibling he most certainly never wanted, a nuisance wrapped in feigned misery. The arrangement between the two of you seemed nothing more than the result of a last-ditch Craigslist roommate search.
He should have known the consequences, he supposes.
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I loved this, this kim seokjin had me weak in the knees more than normal like he was just something else he had me melting đ«
met him last night | ksj (m)
â„ PAIRING: seokjin x fem!reader
â„ SUMMARY: Youâve worked in the office with Kim Seokjin for quite some time but you never really pay attention to him. Heâs basically your stereotypical introverted nerd with complimentary glasses decorating his eyes and sweater vests clinging to his torso. Coincidentally, you bump into him outside of work. Youâre in for the shock of your life when you find some stuff out about him.
â„ GENRE: smut â plot twist â porn with plot
â„ CATEGORY: two-shot
â„ WARNINGS: wild & flirty taehyung (cause why not?), strong language, tension, sexual tension, nerd!seokjin, plot twist, two-faced seokjin? basically hes not what he seems like, reader is a bit of a hypocrite, mentions of biphobia/misogyny, awkward interaction in a grocery store, mentions of sexual acts, minors DNI
â„ WORDCOUNT: 10.9k
a/n: aaaa im glad this is finally out i just wanted my own ver of a hannah montana story man. jkjk but yeah i hope u enjoy <33 lmk what u fink.
a/n 2: pt. 1 is pretty slow but pt. 2 has all the mind-blowing filthy smut i promiseâđœ
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from: Karen Smith
This is the 3rd time this has happened! I demand to speak to anyone thatâs in charge.
âUgh, she wonât stop complaining,â you groan as you finish reading another email from the same customer whoâs been complaining for 4 days straight because the delivery man delivered her package to her neighbor.
Youâve tried to explain multiple times that he had no choice due to her absence at the time of delivery but sheâs adamant on letting you know she doesnât approve.
You rub your eye with the knuckle of your index finger, careful not to smudge your eyeliner or mascara before you let a loud sigh push past your lips and slouch in your chair.
Your co-worker and friend, Taehyung, glances over at you from the desk next to yours with an amused grin on his lips. âI dealt with her last time. Good luck, she wonât let up.â
With a turn of your head, you finally meet his gorgeous eyes that glimmer with mischief and it annoys you to the core. Your glare throws imaginary daggers at him, an irritated scowl forming on your face.
âAll she did was order some balloons and confetti. Iâd understand if she had ordered something expensive like a phone or console,â you mumble in annoyance, your eyes flickering to the bottom right corner of your monitor to check the time.
Itâs 3:34PM. Under 30 minutes until you get to clock out. You swivel in your chair, head thrown back as you stare at the ceiling, lost in thought. You close your eyes, allowing the built-in ceiling-air-conditioning to softly fan over your face while you think about what a shit week youâve had.
âYouâre too frustrated. Thought about fucking it out of your system?â You hear Taehyungâs deep voice way closer than it was before, making you snap your head in the direction of said decibels.
He has rolled over in his chair, now sitting right next to you with a shit-eating grin on his lips. You merely grunt in response, lifting your leg and placing your foot against the edge of his seatâs cushion right in between his thighs in one swift motion, missing his groin by a hair before you kick his chair back in the general direction of his desk.
He laughs as he aimlessly rolls back to his desk, grabbing onto the edge of the wooden surface belonging to his desk before turning to fully face you.
âIâm serious, Y/N.â His tone does sound more serious but you just wave your hand at him in dismissal as you return your attention to your inbox thatâs bursting with emails waiting for a response from you.
âYou offering?â you tease, playfully, without looking at him, eyes still fixed on the screen in front of you.
A deep chuckle leaves his throat before he continues, âIf youâd asked that a week ago, I wouldâve fucked the shit out of you.â
Your eyebrows raise in surprise as you turn to look at him but this time itâs Taehyung thatâs avoiding eye contact, eyes glued to his screen as his long fingers gracefully dance over the black keyboard in front of him. Taehyung has always been flirty, has always made dirty jokes but thatâs what they were. Jokes.
This time, he says it like itâs a confession. Like heâs serious. And you hate to admit that it rattles you to the core.
âBe normal,â you mumble, uncertainty coating your tone as your hands fidget with the bundle of papers to your right, pretending to look busy and unbothered.
He glances at you for a moment before shrugging and saying, âIâm not lying.â He returns his gaze to his computer, right hand draped over the cursor as the clicking of his mouse sounds louder than ever.
âBut as you know that cute guy asked me out again and I can see it going somewhere,â he explains as he brings his other arm up, leaning his elbow on his desk and bringing his hand up to rub his lips with the tips of his fingers.
You idly blink at the side of his face a few times, eyeing his side profile. He truly is a sight to behold. A chorus of swear words start clouding your mind. Taehyung was down to fool around with you and you didnât take that opportunity? You must be fucking crazy.
Well, in your defense, he wasnât obvious about it. But you do wish youâd gotten to spend at least one night with him, just to see what youâre missing out on. He has never hidden his wild lifestyle, partying every weekend, meeting new people everyday, it makes you so very curious because you arenât like that at all.
You like staying home, you like being in bed, you like rewatching your favorite shows on Netflix.
The soft knock on the door to your office snaps you out of your thoughts, your head automatically turning to look at the door as itâs being pushed open.
One of the long-term interns turned employee pushes his face into the room, politely bowing his head at you and Taehyung as his eyes peek at you above the rim of his glasses.
Youâre acquainted with Seokjin but heâs really quiet and doesnât really engage in much conversation, though, heâs always been polite and has never made you uncomfortable or anything.
He did once buy you a brand new, expensive keyboard and cursor because he felt so guilty for spilling your cup of coffee all over them. He kept apologizing even when you told him it was okay. He returned the following day with a new set and insisted on installing it for you.
Or another time when you left him speechless for buying him a box of chocolates for Valentines day, despite the fact you had bought one for everyone at work. He almost dropped to his knees to thank you, which made Taehyung burst into laughter as you tried to stop the giant with broad shoulders from being so dramatic.
You always do your best to be nice to him because everyone at work kind of dodges him, in fear of having an awkward conversation or assuming heâll start rambling about his Pokemon card collection.
He has never said anything about owning a Pokemon card collection or anything of the sort. Itâs just one of the many dumb stereotypical jokes theyâve made up about him, simply because he graduated top of his class, wears dorky sweaters, has glasses sitting on top the bridge of his nose and is socially awkward.
Or is he? Theyâve never attempted to even have a conversation with him that lasted longer than 30 seconds.
With you, he isnât awkward. Heâs quiet but heâs not awkward. Yes, you have to do most of the talking which can make it awkward for you but heâs just a guy that keeps to himself. Who wouldnât when they get treated like this?
He walks further in, muttering a low âexcuse meâ before turning his body to address you, âY/N, are todayâs report files done?â Seokjin quietly asks you, referring to all the complaints you have to print out that need to be on your managerâs desk at the end of every day.
You nod and point your chin towards a bundle of files on your desk. He smiles at you politely and you return the smile, unfortunately, yours is fake. Youâve had a shit week and you canât bring yourself to start small talk with him like you usually would.
He mustâve noticed youâre not in the mood so he just gives you a curt nod and takes the bundle of papers, fingers wrapping tightly around it as he spins on his heels and heads out of your office again. He disappears as quickly as he appeared.
You donât pay much attention to him as you return your gaze to the screen in front of you, a quiet sigh leaving you as you continue to do what youâre paid to do.
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You absolutely hate going grocery shopping on Saturdays, which is why you usually donât. But when you swung the door to your fridge open and found out you had run out of milk, it had you cursing like a sailor. To think youâd have to start your Sunday morning without your mandatory bowl of Frosted Flakes and cup of coffee has you grunting in annoyance as you reach for a plastic store basket.
You sling it over your forearm and start walking around the store, already knowing your way around your go-to supermarket. Your eyes trail some of the new products, fingers silently tapping the handle of the basket against your forearm. You make your way to the refrigerated dairy section of the store, eyes skimming the see-through glass doors until you find what youâre looking for.
You fill your basket with some cheese, yoghurt and 3 bottles of whole milk before closing the glass door and turning on your heels. You start heading towards the checkout counter because you donât want to be here any longer than you need to but your feet slow down in their pace once your eyes fall on a rack of condoms.
Your eyes scan the different brands, the different sizes, the different flavors. Even multiple types of lube hang on rods in front of you and Taehyungâs words instantly come rushing back to you.
Is he right? Should you just fuck it out of your system?
You arenât the type to really have one-night-stands but Taehyung is. And heâs the happiest, most carefree guy you know. His happy-go-lucky attitude is branded on your brain wrinkles and you crave that same carelessness.
Before you can even let your rational self talk you out of it, you reach for a random box and turn it over, eyes skimming over the small white letters on the package.
Pffft. Extra thin for maximum stimulation. Ultrasmooth inside for a more natural feel. Made from premium latex.
Your eyes linger for a moment longer before you hear your name coming from somewhere on your right side.
You turn your head to look at the person, only to be met with the quiet long-term intern turned employee youâve worked with for a few months now, Kim Seokjin. His fluffy brown hair is draped over his forehead like always, kissing the edge of his signature silver-rimmed glasses. His plump lips are big and pink, stretching to give you a polite smile.
âOh, Seokjin?â you say with surprise in your tone, the box of condoms in your hands completely slipping your mind.
With a single nod of his head, his gaze slowly drops down to the box of rubbers in your hands that youâve been ogling at.
âHaving trouble choosing?â he asks in a neutral tone, the question catching you off guard.
You glance at the condoms again with a frown as if youâd forgotten you were even holding it, heat instantly rushing to your cheeks and ears in embarrassment. Itâs only now that you realize youâre still holding a pack of rubbers that are made to cover a penis before it enters a hole.
You quickly place it back in panic, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips, âOh, I uh.. I was just curious,â you mumble, shaking your head at the fact you let that lunatic talk you into checking out condoms in public. Damn you, Taehyung.
âAre you sure? I can answer some questions you may have.â His words are so well enunciated and polite that it relaxes you a bit.
Youâre both adults. Adults have sex. This shouldnât be embarrassing, not in the slightest.
His soft tone reassures you that thereâs nothing to be embarrassed about so you glance up at him for a moment. You idly stare at him for a few seconds, committing his features to memory.
Heâs quite beautiful. Very beautiful actually, you always seem to forget that fact about him but youâre reminded of it every single time youâre near him. Unfortunately, his personality isnât really anything interesting so you donât feel that attracted to him.
âY/N?â he says with his brows pinched together, hidden behind his fluffy brown locks.
You mustâve been ogling him like a fucking freak for him to be calling you out like this. Fuck.
âOh, right,â you blurt out, âwell, I was wonderingâŠâ You donât even know how to go about this but his calm and soft demeanor makes you feel at ease, despite your heart racing in your chest.
You continue, âI just wanna have some as backups at home but Iâm not sure which size or brand to choose.â Youâre relieved that you managed to say that without stumbling over your words but the hiccup in your chest is still being persistent as hell, though. You canât help but be a little embarrassed.
âThis brand is good,â he says without hesitation, pointing at a black box before tugging it off the metal rod and handing it to you. âSize medium is your safest option. They fit most people.â The words leave his mouth so nonchalantly, as if heâs talking about the weather.
If he notices how surprised you are at his reaction, he doesnât show nor comment on it.
âIf they donât fit a regular medium then theyâll usually have their own.â His eyes finally meet yours as the words leave his lips, still no sign of judgment or disgust on his features. It makes you drop your tensed shoulders in relief.
âYeah, I suppose youâre right,â you reply quietly, nodding your head as you process his words. It makes sense, of course. If someone has an unusual size, theyâll have their own condoms, no? Whether that be too small or too big.
âThank you, even though that was more than a little embarrassing,â you chuckle to deter the embarrassment youâre experiencing at the moment, placing the black box of condoms in your basket before turning to face him again.
Thereâs a flicker of something unusual in his eyes and it catches you off guard for a moment but he quickly offers you a smile, his perfectly straight pearly whites making an appearance. You try not to be stereotypical but you canât help but wonder whether that mustâve been the result of braces.
âAnytime.â
With that, he spins on his heels and disappears behind a corner at the end of the aisle. You slowly exhale the deep breath you didnât realize you were holding and press the back of your hand against your cheek, the heat from your cheeks spreading through your skin, knuckles and fingers.
You gently shake your head in hopes of cooling down and head toward the checkout counter, waiting your turn as you unload your unpaid products onto the black conveyor belt.
The line is slow but at least itâs moving. When itâs finally your turn, you offer the cashier a polite smile as you reach for your wallet but youâre stopped by a hand on your elbow. You snap your head in the direction of the person thatâs touching you, only to be met with familiar beautiful brown eyes behind thin silver-rimmed glasses.
âSorry, Iâm kind of in a rush. Do you mind me butting in?â Seokjin asks, holding up the products heâs holding in his hand. Youâre surprised by the sudden interruption but you shake your head, muttering a quick âof course notâ.
He quietly thanks you and begins by placing a bag of coffee machine capsules, a bag of Doritos and a small black box onto the conveyor belt, next to your stuff.
He walks around you from the back and presses his card to the payment terminal, paying for all your stuff as well. Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, lips slightly parting as you watch him bag your goods.
âYou didnât have to do that,â you say as you tap his bicep to get his attention.
He simply shrugs his shoulders and offers you a kind smile, his hand coming up to the bottom rim of his right lens, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose with the back of his index finger. You suppose paying for your stuff is his way of thanking you for letting him cut in line.
Your gaze shifts toward the products that he hasnât bagged yet, the black box of condoms catching your eye. You pick up the box, thinking theyâre yours but you notice the golden âXLâ letters immediately. That is definitely not the same box. Is he buying you another box of condoms as a thank you?
What does an âextra largeâ dick even look like, though? That sounds ridiculous. âI thought you said mediums were fine?â you chuckle as you turn the box over to examine it properly.
âOh,â he pauses, âthose are for me.â
His words process in your mind a little too slowly to your liking. As soon as you realize what he just told you, your head snaps in his direction and heâs already looking at you with a small awkward smile on his pretty lips.
You absentmindedly blink at him a few times, your mind screaming at you to say something and end this excruciating awkwardness.
âOh,â you start, âoh! Right, yeah. Of course. My bad.â You drop the box of condoms back onto the counter as if it burned your hand, heat spreading through your face, ears and neck all over again. And your burning cheeks had just started cooling off from the previous encounter, great.
A soft chuckle escapes his throat quietly, his head shaking in dismissal. âItâs fine. No worries,â he says as he gathers his stuff and loads them into another plastic bag before handing you yours.
âIâll see you at work,â he pauses as he turns to look at you one last time, âHave a good weekend, Y/N.â
And just like that, he turns around and starts heading out, an air of his confidence still lingering around you. Your eyes intently watch his retreating figure as if youâre in a trance, his broad shoulders on display in the black shirt heâs wearing.
You canât believe that just happened and whatâs more unbelievable is how calm and nonchalant he was about the whole thing.
At work he seems so introverted, so shy, so timid. But today, he approached you, initiated small talk and even helped you with your concerns about fucking condoms.
Not to mention the fact that you just made him tell you that he has a monster in his boxers.
What the fuck just happened?
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Your legs lazily carry you toward your desk the following Monday, feet dragging across the floor and shoulders slouched. Taehyung greets you from his desk as chirpy as ever and you simply nod in response, plopping down into your seat with a grunt.
He laughs at your grumpiness with a shake of his head before he returns to the work thatâs waiting for his attention. You bring your hand up to shield your mouth as you quietly yawn, desperately in need of some coffee. You glance to the side, batting your lashes prettily at Taehyung with your hands clasped together under your chin.
Taehyung turns to look at you, an amused frown on his face. âWhat do you want?â
You pout at him, tilting your head to the side as you continue to bat your eyelashes. âCoffee,â you innocently say, making your eyes big and doe-like.
He laughs and shakes his head, rubbing his eyes with the knuckles of his index fingers. He leans back with a loud groan and slouches in his seat, staring up at the ceiling with his hands on his stomach as he turns in his chair from side to side.
He loudly sighs. âOnly because youâre my favorite co-worker.â He finally gets up, yanking his phone out of the charger and tucking it into his pocket.
âIâm the only co-worker you see!â you exclaim with a scowl, watching as he blows you a kiss and heads out of your shared office. You childishly huff and cross your arms, spinning in your chair as you stare at the ceiling. You should at least start your PC up but you donât think you could even get your brain to work and do something as simple as that.
You snatch your phone off your desk and check the time, 8:05AM. Too fucking early to do anything. You grunt and toss your phone back onto your desk, playing with the earring in your earlobe as you wait for Taehyungâs return.
It doesnât take long for him to enter the room again, two cups of steaming liquid in his hands as he pushes the door open with his hip. He struts up to you and places the cup next to your keyboard. He brings his free hand up to flick the back of your head, causing you to yelp in surprise.
You snap your head in his direction, one of your hands flying up to the back of your head and your other hand reaches out to hit him but he quickly dodges you with a giggle, making sure he doesnât spill his own cup of teaâhe hates coffeeâand burn his fingers.
He plops down in his seat and takes a sip, humming in delight with his eyes closed as the warm liquid slides down his esophagus. He pulls his lips away from the rim of his cup with an obnoxious âahâ exhale which makes you groan in response.
Youâve never met anyone as annoying as him.
You roll your eyes at his ridiculousness and huff, a small smile on your lips as you eventually mutter a quiet âthank youâ to him. You take a sip of your coffee and moan, enjoying the taste on your tongue.
âSo, how was that date?â you ask him, remembering how he mentioned something about the cute guy asking him out again.
To your surprise, he groans and puts his paper cup down on his desk with a loud thud, almost spilling the piping hot liquid everywhere. âHe was a fucking asshole about me liking women as well so I called it quits.â
Your eyebrows pinch together, a slight stinging in your chest at his words. People can be such assholes.
âOh, thatâs horrible. Iâm sorry you had to deal with that.â You turn your chair to face him, a small pout on your lips.
âItâs okay, I fucked his friend anyways.â He wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you scrunch your nose up at the shameless confession. Youâre grateful you werenât sipping on your hot coffee because that information wouldâve easily burned your throat.
He snorts at your reaction, picking up his cup and taking another sip of his lemon tea, hissing at the heat on his tongue. âWhat about you? How was your weekend?â he asks you after heâs swallowed it down, eyes curiously glancing at you.
You shrug your shoulders. âIt was fine. Boring.â The last word leaves your lips in a mumble, downing the rest of your coffee in one big gulp after it cools down a bit.
âI told you to loosen up, didnât I? Have some fun, youâre young, you should be enjoying your twenties.â
His words instantly throw you back into Saturday, a twitch in your eyebrows as you recall the bizarre scene clearly.
âOh, my God,â you mumble, staring at the computer in front of you before turning to look at him with big eyes.
Taehyungâs eyebrows raise in surprise before scrunching together, tilting his head to the side in curiosity as he looks back at you. âWhat?â
You pinch the tip of your nose and sniffle to prepare yourself as you think about how to explain your strange incident from this weekend. âWhat do you think about Seokjin?â
His frown doesnât let up. âThe quiet intern?â
âYeah.â
The confusion on his face turns into complete perplexity, the question catching him completely off guard. âUh? I meanâŠâ He confusingly shakes his head to collect his thoughts.
âPretty cute, tall, broad shoulders, geek, boring as hell,â he pauses. âWhy?â
You nod to his words as you listen, agreeing to what heâs saying, âWould you believe me if I told you last Saturday heâŠâ you begin, slowly processing the words you plan on saying out loud for the first time since it happened. ââŠHe bought me condoms?â you finish, still uncertain about it as the words leave your mouth.
He instantly lunges at you in his chair, big eyes and a big shit-eating grin on his lips. âWait, what the fuck? What are you talking about?â He gets out of his chair and places his big hands on the armrests of your chair as he hunches directly over you.
You sink into your seat, a bit surprised by his proximity as he leans into your face like heâs trying to decipher whether youâre lying or not. You try to ignore the lump forming in your throat. Taehyung is still a very attractive man after all, even if heâs your friend.
âYeah, and itâs all your fault. If he didnât see me ogling the condom section like a fucking weirdo because you told me to loosen up, that awkward interaction wouldnât have happened.â You push your hand flat against his hard chest to push him back but he doesnât budge, too intrigued by the exciting events of your boring weekend.
He laughs when he tells you, âOh, that nerd wants to fuck you so bad.â
You screech, adding your other hand to his chest which finally allows you to push him off. He laughs loudly, running a hand through his fluffy golden locks as he stumbles back a bit. He still looks absolutely flabbergasted.
âNo, you freak. He was being nice,â you mumble, disregarding the thought completely.
âTell me everything,â he says with a smirk as he leans his butt against your desk, facing you with his arms crossed over his chest.
You explain the entire thing in vivid detail as you remember it, mind wandering to the way Seokjinâs brown eyes stared at you as you picked up his box of condoms. The image will never leave your mind.
You look around to make sure no oneâs going to barge into your office and hear you talk about the strange conversation youâre having with your co-worker about another employeeâs private matters (and parts). âThen after he paid, I picked up that box and he said those were for him.â
âOh, so he actually fucks.â He strokes his chin at the new information. âWhat size were his condoms?â Taehyung canât help but smirk, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips.
Your response is just a grunt, your attention returning to the computer in front of you. You completely ignore his question in hopes heâll drop the topic but heâs Taehyung.
âWhat? Is he walking around with a little dick? Or is he blessed?â He nudges you with his hip, causing you to groan loudly as you try to push him off your desk. âCome on, I went and got you coffee.â
A heavy sigh pushes past your lips as you look up at him, guilty about the fact youâre about to reveal private information about another colleague. âXLs.â
You watch as his expression completely becomes that of a cartoon character. Eyes widened, jaw dropped, eyebrows raised.
âShut the fuck up!â he beams. Grabs you by the shoulders. Shakes you slightly. You childishly groan his name but you make no efforts to stop him.
âDamn, who wouldâve thought?â he mutters as he drops his hands from your shoulders to lean back against your desk, hands tucked into his pockets. He blankly stares ahead, eyes glued to the white wall in front of him as he continues to think about the revelation. âShit. Nerd with a big dick. I shouldâve called dibs.â
âGet back to work, you horndog.â You nudge his hip with your elbow, finally getting him to go back to his chair with a low chuckle.
âHow long until you think he tries to make a move on you?â Taehyung purrs, taking a final sip of his tea. He crumples up the paper cup. Tosses it across the room. Completely misses the trash can. He isnât the athletic type.
You shake your head in dismissal, a scowl on your face. âHeâs not going to make a move on me, he was just being nice,â you say before you pause and momentarily glance at him to add, âdonât make it weird.â
He chuckles lowly, muttering a quiet, worthless apology. He begins, âWell, just because heâs big doesnât mean he knows what to do with it. Itâs not about the size of the wave but about the motion in the oceââ
You cut him off with a loud groan, âThatâs enough out of you, freak.â
With a final laugh, he finally drops the topic of your timid co-workerâs penis and returns his focus to his work.
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The rest of the week goes by so damn slow. And so does the next week. And the week after that. And the one after that.
Itâs been weeks, months. Work is taking its toll on you again. It makes you twice as excited about going out to eat with a few of your friends this Saturday.
When Saturday afternoon finally rolls around, you take your mandatory everything-shower. You take your time washing your body and hair, shaving every nook and cranny of your body and exfoliating your skin.
You feel good.
Once you hop out the shower and wrap a fresh towel around your naked body, you saunter into your bedroom. You reach for your phone, unlocking it by typing in your passcode and instantly checking the groupchat.
[3:54PM]
Olivia
The reservation is at 6, donât be late!
Olivia
Iâm looking at YOU Taehyung
Taehyung
Now why am I in it
Taehyung
See how I do nothing and still get pulled into shit
Olivia
đ Shut up
Hoseok
you get pulled into shit because youâre always at the center of it
Taehyung
Yall are some hating ass people bro
[4:01PM]
You
no ur just dumb
Taehyung
Oh IâM the dumb one OK
You roll your eyes and chuckle as you toss your phone onto your bed, getting ready to do your hair and makeup after youâve slid on your black lace panties and matching bra.
After youâve finished styling your hair exactly as you like it, you start with makeup.
You keep it pretty minimal. You hold your hand mirror in front of your face and get to work. You just color your brows in a bit, apply some concealer and bronzer. A pretty shade of blush to the apples of your cheeks and pretty wings of liner on each outer corner of your eyes. You pick up your phone to text Taehyung, in desperate need of a second opinion.
[5:13PM]
You
falsies or no falsies
You apply a coat of mascara while you wait for a response, making sure not to get any black clots stuck in your lashes. You soon apply a nice brown lip liner and a nude-peachy liquid lipstick on top, giving you the perfect kissable pout.
Your phone vibrates.
[5:15PM]
Taehyung
Falsies. Always falsies
[5:15PM]
You
đ thnx
You chuckle as you apply lash glue to your pretty cat fake eyelashes you got from some random drugstore and place them on your desk gently as you wait for the glue to get tacky.
Your phone vibrates again.
[5:16PM]
Taehyung
I honestly donât know what the fuck falsies even are but the more of anything the better
[5:16PM]
You
fake eyelashes dumbass
[5:16PM]
Taehyung
Oh. Show me the difference?
You sigh in exasperation as you apply fake eyelashes to only one of your eyes, tinkering with the band in the inner corner of your eye, tongue poked out at the corner of your mouth in concentration.
Once youâre satisfied with the lashes, you glance into your vanity mirror to see what it looks like from afar. You put your phone up and open up the front camera, staring into the camera with a sultry look to emphasize the difference of fake lashes versus no fake lashes, but with a peace sign to make it somewhat playful.
[5:19PM]
You
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You fight the urge to nibble on your bottom lip, to not ruin your perfect lip look of tonight as you anxiously wait for his response. Youâre running out of time and you still have to get dressed.
[5:20PM]
Taehyung
Both are nice but definitely with
[5:20PM]
Taehyung
You look good
You smile to yourself when you read the message, beginning to prepare the other fake lashes.
Once youâve wrapped up your makeup with a spritz of setting spray directly onto your face, you fan it down with your hand and place your hand mirror back in its rightful place.
You get up from your little vanity and head towards your closet, fishing out the white silk button up that compliments your waist and chest so beautifully and the black knee-length pencil skirt that hugs your ass and hips so well, making you want to bend yourself over any surface.
You snap out of your ludicrous thoughts and quickly slip your clothes on for tonight, walking up to your vanity as youâre buttoning up your shirt. You reach for a gold layered necklace and wrap it around your neck, leaving the top 2 buttons unbuttoned so you can flaunt your pretty necklace.
You pick up your favorite perfume and spray yourself with the sublime scent, humming in delight as the scent enters your nostrils.
You push the needles of the small golden hoop earrings you fished out of your drawer through the already existing holes of your earlobes, clasping them up and turning to look at yourself in the mirror one last time before sliding a gold bracelet onto your left wrist.
You grab your small purse, tucking your phone and lipgloss inside as you head into your hallway, pushing your feet into your black pumps before unlocking your front door and heading out, making sure to lock up behind you.
You look and feel good for the first time in a while. Tonightâs going to be fun.
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Your night is filled with laughter and chitchat, surrounded by people you enjoy being around.
âHe was so drunk he literally threw up all over that poor girlâs Louboutins.â Olivia goes on and on about the crazy night she spent with her best friend, Hoseok, last weekend. Taehyung is enjoying the outrageous story, laughing and slapping Hoseokâs shoulder as he listens to every word.
Hoseok, who has visibly reddened in his face, groans loudly, âYou literally snorted so hard at that guyâs joke that you spat in his eye.â He shoots back in defense, ready to start their signature back and forth sibling-like bickering.
They continue on and on but itâs nearing 8PM and your social battery is running out.
As if he could read your mind, Taehyung waves a waiter over and asks for the check.
Taehyung had offered to go for drinks somewhere else but Hoseok and Olivia have to get up early and do some volunteering in her hometownâs new pub thatâs co-owned by her parents.
Youâre thankful, though, you really just want to go home. The night life just isnât for you, you just want to cuddle up in your bed, watch a sappy movie or thrilling series and go to sleep. Like you do pretty much during all your weekends.
You excuse yourself to go to the restroom but on your way there, you hear your name being called.
Spinning on your heels, your eyes scan the area, trying to locate the voice that called out to you. Your patience is running thin and youâre about to continue your strut to the restroom until a soft hand gently cups your elbow.
You turn your head to look over your shoulder, met with chestnut brown eyes and big plump lips. It takes you a moment to recognize him without his fluffy hair draped over his forehead and no glasses decorating his eyes.
Your frown must be getting to him because he speaks up again, âForgotten my name, have you?â he teases, dropping his hand from your arm.
Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise when his familiar voice booms in your ears, flabbergasted by the sight in front of you.
Heâs wearing a 2 piece black suit, a beige dress up shirt under his black suit jacket, unbuttoned at the top. Even his damn neck is gorgeous, how is that possible?
His brown hair is in a side part, forehead and eyebrows on display, his bangs kissing the ends of his brows. You werenât even sure he had eyebrows because his hair was always covering them. His signature silver rimmed glasses are nowhere to be seen and you assume he must be wearing contact lenses.
Heâs absolutely fucking gorgeous. You already knew that but literally, what the hell?
Your brain is screaming at you to answer him already and not ogle him like you want to drop onto your knees and give him the sloppiest blowjob of his life.
âOf course not,â you blurt out, âSeokjin⊠right?â you finish, uncertainty in your tone.
He chuckles at your playful guess, not taking offense to your doubt. âYeah,â he pauses, âwhat are you doing here? You look fantastic, by the way.â His gaze drags up your figure quickly and your heart jolts in between your lungs, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.
âOh,â you begin, âthank you. I was out with some friends. What about you?â You have to pretend that compliment didnât just make your insides clench.
He scratches the back of his head with a defeated smile. âI was supposed to go on a date but I think I got stood up because she was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago and sheâs not answering her phone,â he chuckles with an air of embarrassment.
Your heart sinks to your stomach at his words. People are such fucking assholes.
âIâm so sorry,â you say, placing a comforting hand on his bicep. Your hands tense on his arm because touching his hard bicep isnât a smart thing for you to do right now. âI never understood how people can bring themselves to do something like that. Itâs such a shitty thing to do.â
He simply shrugs his shoulders. âIâll wait 10 more minutes and then go home,â he muses, glancing down at the silver watch wrapped around his left wrist.
You slowly nod as you drag your gaze up his body. Wow. You canât stress this enough. He is absolutely ethereal.
âEnjoy your night, Y/N.â A smile stretches onto his lips as he takes a step backwards, still holding eye contact with you before he turns on his heels and returns to his table which isnât far from the restrooms.
You stand there for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts before you silently make your way into the restroom with a heavy heart.
How unfair. Heâs such a sweetheart, why would anyone treat him like that? Heâs respectful, well-mannered, absolutely gorgeous and allegedly has a big dick. Heâs a complete catch.
You abruptly put a stop to your own thoughts. What kind of a hypocrite are you?
You literally donât pay him any attention because he doesnât ooze confidence or act like a bad boy with a foul attitude that are beasts in bed. You are one of the assholes youâre complaining about.
With a long glare at the mirror in front of you, staring yourself down in disgust, your heart wonât let up. He doesnât deserve this. No one does.
You reapply your lipgloss after making up your mind, retouching some of your makeup and fixing some of the hairs that are out of place before you strut out of the restroom and return to your table.
You glance at Seokjin on your way to your table but heâs immersed in his phone, absentmindedly scrolling. Your heart sinks at the sight again.
âTook you long enough, I already paid,â Taehyung mutters, nodding toward the empty seats that once belonged to Hoseok and Olivia.
âIâm staying here.â Your words make him glance at you in surprise, a slight raise to his brows.
âWhatâs going on?â he pries because heâs Taehyung.
You shake your head quickly, dismissing the concern in his tone. âEverythingâs okay,â you say in a reassuring tone.
âWhy are you staying here?â he asks, eyes furiously scanning the area.
You obnoxiously sigh, he wonât stop prying so you might as well just tell him. âSeokjin got stood up and I feel bad for him. Iâll join him for like⊠half an hour.â
Taehyung narrows his eyes at you for a moment, tilting his head to the side as he processes your words. There havenât been any note-worthy incidents between you and Seokjin since the condom-thing so Taehyung never brought him up again but just as you thought he could finally act like an adult, a smug smirk creeps on his lips.
âYouâre definitely getting fucââ
âOut.â You cut him off, pushing him toward the exit.
He laughs as he heads out the door of the restaurant, throwing you his attempt at an ahegao face from behind the glass of the window outside. You roll your eyes in exasperation, holding up your middle finger in response before you start making your way to Seokjinâs table.
Heâs still on his phone, elbows on the table as he mindlessly scrolls through whatever app heâs on.
You inhale deeply before approaching him, pulling out the chair opposite of him and plopping down on it.
This catches his attention. He peeks up at you from his phone, eyes glancing at you through his brows in surprise and confusion.
You return the eye contact and place your own elbows on the table, slightly leaning forward to close some of the distance between you two.
âLong time no see,â you joke.
He frowns for a moment longer before he chuckles and he locks his phone, turning it face down onto the table next to his utensils. âWhatâs up?â
You stare at him for a little while longer while he awaits your response in confusion. You part your pretty lips to speak, âThat date is probably not coming. Thought Iâd join you for a while, I donât have any plans anyways.â
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, thick lips parting to say something but no words come out. He leans back into his chair, a certain look in his eyes that you can only describe as intrigue as he shuts his mouth again.
You tilt your head to the side, pretty eyes still intently watching him with a glimmer of something in your eyes that even you canât put your finger on.
âThatâs nice of you. Why, though?â he asks, voice neutral as if he genuinely just wants to know why you would do that.
You bring your shoulders up and drop them right away. âI just wanted to.â
He glances at you for a few seconds. Thereâs a flicker of something in his eyes but itâs gone by the time youâve realized itâs skepticism. âItâs not out of pity, right?â
Your heartbeat stutters for a moment at how his voice seemed to drop an octave when he asked that, sweat forming on your palms. You quickly compose yourself and shake your head. âNo.â
âWell then,â he says as he glances at the seemingly expensive watch wrapped around his left wrist, âwould you like to order something?â
âNah.â You shake your head at his offer because you really just want to go home but quickly realize he must not have eaten yet, since he was waiting for someone that never came. âBut you must be hungry, right?â
He brings his fingers up to his face, absentmindedly rubbing his shaven chin as his eyes continue to study you. âYeah, but I heard the food here takes quite some time to get to your table so I was just planning on leaving and eating something at home or something.â
âHm,â you hum, fingers fidgeting with the hoop earring in your right earlobe. âI have some leftover lasagna at home. Would you like some?â The words leave your mouth before you can even think them through. Why the hell would you invite him into your home?
Thankfully, Seokjin is more of an introvert who also prefers the comfort of his own home, so heâll probably decline.
âSure.â
Your chest visibly stutters but you quickly compose yourself and rise to your feet in a hurry, hoping he wonât notice the nervous switch in your demeanor. âCool, letâs go,â is all you say as you scramble to gather your purse.
He wordlessly blinks at you a few times before quietly chuckling and reaching for his phone as he tucks it into the pocket of his slacks.
He calls a waiter over and explains the situation before walking up to you, trying to get through the sea of bodies that are present. He finally reaches you as you wait for him by the exit of the building and places his hand on the small of your back as he motions for you to walk out the door first.
His touch, not even directly to your skin, sends an instant volt of electricity down your vertebrae. Stop suddenly acting a fucking fool around him when you didnât even notice his presence before, you think to yourself.
âDid you come here by car?â he asks, taking his car keys out of his pocket before turning to look at you.
You shake your head. âTaehyung came to pick me up.â
He nods to your words whilst leading you to his car, warm hand still on your back. âKim Taehyung? From work?â He leads you to a black Mercedes and you donât know a lot about cars but this one looks insanely expensive. How does he have the money to own a car like that with the same salary you have?
âOh uh,â you say as you snap out of your thoughts, âyeah.â
He opens the door to the passenger seatâs side for you and holds your hand for support, his other hand protecting your head as you get in.
Wow. Who wouldâve thought he was such a gentleman?
Itâs a stark contrast from when Taehyung called you a sexy bitch and told you to hop in his car earlier this evening.
Seokjin closes the door on your side and makes his way around the front of his car to the driverâs seat. Your eyes stay glued to him like a moth to a flame as he makes his way in, your heartbeat quickening again.
Why are you so nervous? Itâs all Taehyungâs fault and his crazy scenarios.
âEarth to Y/N?â
You mustâve seemed lost in thought for too long because your nostrils suddenly fill up with a vanilla and musk scent, making you snap out of your filthy mind. Seokjin has leaned into your body, arm reaching across your chest as he tugs the seatbelt from your side over your torso and clicks it into the buckle.
Your breath is stuck in your airways as you freeze at his proximity, your palms growing sweaty again. âOh, sorry.â
You donât look at him as he leans back into his seat and buckles his own seatbelt, surprisingly not commenting on your apology. He presses a button on his dashboard, making the car roar to life before he places his hand on the back of your headrest and looks over his shoulder.
He starts backing out of the parking spot despite having a camera right above the car radio. Old habits die hard, you suppose.
You glance at him for a moment but immediately regret it. He is so fucking hot.
He mustâve sensed your eyes on him because for a moment, he makes eye contact with you whilst heâs still reversing out of the parking slot. Thereâs an unreadable look in his eyes as his eyes briefly meet yours before he looks back over his shoulder again.
He didnât smile or anything, just glanced into your eyes and returned his attention to backing out of the parking spot.
Heat instantly rushes to your face and you turn your head to look out the window on your side, forcing yourself to not make the same mistake of gawking at him again. Not when youâre so close to him, at least.
He turns on the car radio after asking you for your home address and typing it into the built-in navigation system of his car before he accelerates and starts driving to your destination.
âNot to pry but are you and TaehyungâŠâ His voice gets quieter as it reaches the end of his sentence, eyes still looking at the road in front of him.
âHuh?â You turn your head to look at him, mesmerized by his amazing side profile.
He slightly turns his head to look at you for a moment before returning his attention back to the road, a look on his face as if to tell you itâs obvious what heâs hinting at.
âOh,â you say as you realize what heâs implying. You shake your head quickly and blurt out, âNo, not at all.â
He only nods to your response, eyes unwaveringly staring ahead of him.
The rest of the car drive is uncomfortably quiet, the soft pop music playing is the only thing thatâs keeping this silence between you two from being excruciating.
Luckily, the drive isnât long and youâre in front of your apartment complex in less than 10 minutes. As you reach for your purse and unbuckle your seatbelt, Seokjin has already gotten out of the car and jogged to your side to open the door for you.
He holds his hand out for you to take and you do, hoping to the Lord that he canât tell how sweaty your palms are. You swing your legs out of the car, placing your heels onto the concrete with a loud click as you get out. You let go of his hand to smooth out your skirt but really, youâre just wiping the sweat off your palms.
He locks his car with a button on the car keys and follows behind you as you fish your keys out of your purse, opening the door to the entrance that leads to the lobby.
The walk up the stairs is silent aside from your obnoxious heels clicking against the tiles, making you wince with each step you take. You make it to your front door and unlock, walking in and kicking your heels off. Thereâs a significant difference in your height now but he doesnât comment on it and instead neatly places his shoes by the door as he closes it behind him.
You lead him to your living room and motion for him to sit down while you go and warm up the leftovers.
âThis is a nice place,â he muses as he sits down on your couch, looking around to scan the room.
You quietly thank him as you disappear into the kitchen, taking the container out of the fridge and pulling open the cupboard to grab a plate for him.
This is starting to feel like itâs going to be a long night.
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With the empty plate of lasagna remnants on your coffee table, youâre seated right across from Seokjin who is on the couch opposite of you. The two of you had some small talk about work and cooking recipes whilst he ate but the silence has been going on for about 2 minutes now and itâs becoming uncomfortable.
Almost as if he heard your thoughts, he speaks up, âYou donât have to sit so far, you know. I donât bite,â he says with a teaseful tone. âUnless you want me to.â
The words that leave his mouth so smoothly single handedly knock the oxygen out of your lungs, cause a twitch in your lips and bring a raise to your brows. You canât seem to tear your eyes away from his face, his smug face. Did he drink earlier?
âDid you have something to drink back in that restaurant?â you nervously chuckle, clasping your hands together to stop yourself from fidgeting in front of him.
His shoulders bounce with the way he chuckles, slightly shaking his head. âWould I have driven us here if I drank?â
It almost sounds like heâs mocking you and heat starts bubbling in your stomach at the way the words rolled off his tongue so smugly.
âWhatâs all this then?â you ask, waving your hand in a circular motion in front of you, aimed at him.
He tilts his head to the side in question. He silently reaches for his glass of water and a small smirk creeps onto his lips when he speaks after taking a sip and says, âElaborate?â
The bubbling heat in your stomach has seeped to the rest of your body, burning in your veins all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.
You stare at him for a moment longer before saying, âThis façade. This persona or attitude youâve got going on.â
The barely-there smirk stays glued on his lips, his hooded eyes make his gaze feel that much more penetrating.
âFaçade?â he repeats, bringing his hand up to rub his chin, the silver watch around his wrist glaring in the light coming from your corner lamp.
âYeah, youâre nothing like how you are at work.â
He slowly nods to your words, a glimmer of mischief flickering in his eyes that have gone from pools of honey brown to bottomless pits of jet black. âWhat makes you think this is the façade and not the persona I got going on at work?â
His words process in your mind but you canât bring yourself to understand what heâs saying. Is he implying heâs always like this and the way he is at work is just an act?
âWhy would you put on an act at work?â You lean further back into your couch, crossing your arms over your chest as you swing your right leg over your left to keep yourself from bouncing your leg up and down in anxiety.
âBecause those people donât need to know me.â
Your frown deepens at his words. âThose people? Weâre your colleagues, Seokjin.â
âYeah?â he muses, placing his elbows on his knees as he leans forward, hovering his face over the coffee table thatâs separating the two of you. âTell me, if you told them that you were with me right now, what would their reaction be?â
His question shuts you up right away.
Aside from Taehyung who already knows, your co-workers would most likely tease you. You wouldnât call Seokjin the punching bag of your workplace but heâs definitely not favored in any way. Theyâll usually have him do the work that they donât want to do, treat him like heâs not there. Youâre the only one that treats him nicely.
You press your lips into a thin line as your eyes visibly soften at his question, a guilty look on your pretty face.
âYeah,â he mumbles as he leans back into the sofa, thighs spread and hands on his upper thighs. With a curt nod, he arrogantly adds, âThatâs what I thought.â
You swallow thickly and look away from him, uncrossing your arms as you subconsciously fidget with your fingers again, picking at your manicured nails.
You canât blame him, you suppose. You think about all the times people have dismissed him or dropped their load on his desk without another word, the vivid memories making your heart sink into your stomach.
âWhy are you so nervous?â His question makes you snap your head in his direction, eyes slowly widening at him. How did he know?
You blurt out, âIâm not nervous. What makes you think that?â
âWhy were your hands sweaty when I helped you get out of the car?â
Your mind travels at lightning speed to come up with a rebuttal but all you can say is, âIâve always had clammy hands.â Dirty liar.
You try to keep eye contact with him to seem assertive but your pathetic heartbeat quickens once he rises to his feet and walks around the coffee table, toward you.
You shoot up in your seat, uncrossing your legs as he closes the distance between you two. You tilt your chin up, glancing at him through the pretty lashes you chose today as he stands before you, menacingly looming over your body.
âMay I?â he asks, holding out his right hand but you have no idea what heâs asking of you.
You slowly and confusingly hold your left hand out to him but he gently turns your hand over by your wrist so the back of your hand faces down and your palm faces up. The tips of his fingers softly graze your palm before moving across as he presses the tips of his index and middle finger against the center of your wrist, right under the length of your thumb.
You stare at his fingers on your skin during the process but still being confused, you look back up at him.
The tension in the air can be cut with a dull butter knife.
His eyes arenât on your face, instead, theyâre still glued to where his fingers are pressed to your skin. His eyebrows are pinched together and he looks in a deep state of concentration. If you believed in magic, youâd swear heâs casting a spell on you right now.
Then, he subtly nods and lets go of your hand, watching how it flops back down to your lap. You continue to stare up at him, the dryness in your throat moving up and spreading throughout your mouth.
âHands sweaty, heart rate quickened, breath heavy, fingers fidgeting, forcing yourself to look into my eyes,â he lists and then concludes, âYouâre nervous.â
You realize he just took your damn pulse to prove his point.
He backs away and silently makes his way back to the opposite couch with a certain smugness, a clear indicator of his satisfaction at victory as he drops his ass back onto the couch. You stare at him with your mouth agape, a slight pinch between your brows and your mind racing with words to say.
âIâm not nervous, Iâm just,â you start, âIâm confused. I donât know what to make of you right now. Youâre confusing me.â You finally find the coursge to speak up but your voice is quiet, your words almost incoherent.
âWell,â he pauses, âI donât really owe you an explanation.â
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, a bit taken aback by his bluntness. âCanât tell if youâre being an asshole or just bold,â you murmur, wondering if heâs just saying this to get a reaction out of you or if heâs just like this. He canât be like this. This is not Seokjin.
Is it? Did you ever really bother to get to know him better?
He simply shrugs his broad shoulders and replies, âEither way, it seems like you like it.â
His words are like a punch to the gut, making you shoot your eyes straight at him as you clear your throat and lean forwards to act like you didnât just hear him. âExcuse me?â
He starts, âYou invited me over for food after pitying me. Iâm done eating, Iâve been saying stuff that has clearly struck a nerve and yet youâre not telling me to get out.â His eyes scan the room for a moment before settling on you again. âClearly something is keeping me here.â
Your glossy lips part and your eyes widen in disbelief, incoherent words and sentences bubbling up the back of your throat but never actually making it out of your mouth.
What the hell?
You clear your throat to speak again, âIâm just polite. And curious.â
âCurious?â he chuckles, âDonât you know curiosity killed the cat?â The joke rolls off his tongue with another chuckle, making your stomach tingle with something you canât put your finger on.
Curiosity killed the cat.
(Read: The cat being your pussy.)
His confidence, his look, his posture, everything is making him so much hotter than youâve ever seen him before.
As if you needed it, your mind suddenly jumps to the vivid image of the golden XL letters on his box of condoms.
Maybe you should listen to Taehyung.
You ignore his smug remark as you eye his empty glass of water, nodding toward it before you ask, âWould you like something else?â
âDepends,â he says with an air of nonchalance, apparent by the smug shrug of his shoulders.
âOn?â
âWhether youâre on that list.â
His flirtatious comment has your stomach doing backflips and a surge of heat shoots right down to your core. You hate how all he had to do was arrogantly imply heâd drink you up â no pun intended â and itâd have your panties sticking to your sex.
Thatâs it. You decide itâs time to bite back.
Just pretend itâs timid Seokjin from work, you think to yourself.
You get up from the couch and pour some more water into his glass. He reaches for the glass but you surprise him by wrapping your own hand around his glass before he can, bringing it up to your lips and taking a sip from his glass whilst keeping eye contact with him. After youâve swallowed, you lower the glass back onto the table, leaving a stain of your lipstick on the rim.
He watches you with an arrogant raise to his brows and a faint smirk on those lips that youâd love to feel on your skin.
You plop back down onto the couch where you were previously seated before you say, âYouâve gone from bold asshole to bold flirt in the span of 2 minutes.â Your shoulders slouch and you hope youâre coming across as unbothered and casual.
âNo harm in a bit of fun, right?â he jokes, a cocky tilt to his head as he continues to stare at you, reaching for the same glass and drinking from it.
âSure, but whereâs the fun in it if itâs all talk?â you quip.
Fuck. You canât believe you just said that, your heart has shot up into your throat the moment the words left your mouth.
He simply smiles at your words before speaking up. âDo you actually believe that?â he says, his voice neutral and his expression almost mocking you.
You cross your arms and nonchalantly shrug, one of your hands coming up to allow your fingers to play with the earring in your earlobe before you part your lips to say, âGuess thereâs only one way to find out.â
He squints his eyes at you for a moment before he dryly chuckles, shaking his head as he looks down at the glass in his hand absentmindedly.
After a few moments of silence, he places the glass back down with a thud. He looks back up at you through his brows, his hand coming up to his face in order to push some of his bangs out of the outer-corner of his eyes with his fingers.
âIf you want me to come over there and fuck the shit out of you on that couch, you should just say that. Donât beat around the bush.â
Fuck.
You force the yelp thatâs threatening to erupt from your throat to go back down by forcefully swallowing it down, a knot forming in your stomach and a tingle in your panties. Fuck, youâre so happy you did all that scrubbing in the shower before you left for the restaurant.
âArenât you the one thatâs beating around the bush?â you quip, watching as his eyebrows raise in surprise and youâre glad youâve caught him off guard.
âHm?â he hums in question.
âReally? âDepends whether youâre on that listâ?â you repeat his words before continuing, âIf you want to come over here and fuck me, you should just say that. Donât beat around the bush.â You shoot right back at him, satisfaction swimming in your stomach at your quick comeback.
His nonchalant response is immediate. âI want to fuck you.â
Well.
Your mouth dries out like you just scooped a spoonful of cinnamon powder into your mouth in the middle of the scorching hot Sahara.
You clear your throat and gulp, gaze trailing to the wall on your side. You see him staring at you in your peripheral vision and you can just sense the smug smirk on his lips.
But youâre not going to let him win.
You finally decide to speak up. You say, âWell, what are you waiting for? Come over here, then.â
He rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek, moving the wet muscle across his back teeth before rising to his feet.
Oh, fuck.
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met him last night | ksj (m) pt. 2
â„ PAIRING: seokjin x fem!reader
â„ SUMMARY: Youâve worked in the office with Kim Seokjin for quite some time but you never really pay attention to him. Heâs basically your stereotypical introverted nerd with complimentary glasses decorating his eyes and sweater vests clinging to his torso. Coincidentally, you bump into him outside of work. Youâre in for the shock of your life when you find some stuff out about him.
â„ GENRE: smut â plot twist â porn with plot
â„ CATEGORY: two-shot
â„ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, bigdick!seokjin is real, protected sex, couch sex, praise kink, oral sex (rec m & f), face fucking, fingerfucking, cumshot on tits, cumshot on ass, little plottwist, doggy style, pinning arms back, cocky!seokjin, denied orgasm, missionary, minors DNI
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a/n: ughhh i canât believe its finally done! part 2 (and final part) to mhln !!! not betaread or anything so ignore any mistakes plsss hope u like it <3333 tell me ur thoughts <3
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You quickly straighten your back up, trying to hide your nerves with your eyes still glued to him, intently watching as he makes his way over to you. You lean back into your sofa, glancing up at him as he places his knee next to your thigh and his hand next to your head against the backrest of your sofa.
His other hand moves forward to tilt your chin up, his thumb gently caressing your jaw. âItâs a shame, truly,â he mumbles as he uses his thumb to start wiping off whatever is left of your lipgloss, bringing his gloss-covered thumb to his lips to lick it clean.
Your brows pinch together at his words. You swallow, an attempt at drowning out your nerves before asking, âWhat is?â
Silence settles around you for a few seconds before he decides to speak again.
âThat Iâll ruin your pretty makeup.â
Those are the last words that leave his mouth before he hunches over you and presses his plump lips to yours. The finger that was previously on your chin travels down your jaw to your neck, gently wrapping his hand around your throat to pull your face closer to his.
Youâre just about to return the kiss when he abruptly pulls back, face still a centimeter away from yours as he glances down at your lips. âYouâre gorgeous,â he mumbles before plopping down on the couch next to you and tugs you to him by your waist, motioning for you to sit on his lap.
Itâs almost embarrassing how quickly you hike your skirt up to lunge at him, throwing your thigh over his and climbing onto his lap. He sinks further into your couch and shifts his gaze up to your face, plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his hands tightly grip onto your hips.
He lets your hands roam his chest, letting you feel every dip and muscle as you look down at him through hooded eyelids, hands moving up to cup his face. Your face closes in on his, your lips softly pressing against his pillowy ones in a heated kiss.
His hands tighten their grip on your hips, fingers sinking into the fabric of your skirt which makes you yelp against his mouth. It gives him the chance to lick into your mouth and he does.
He tastes like tomato sauce and basil.
You wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt to pull him even closer, your breasts pressed flat into his chest.
His hands slide down the sides of your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze. His tongue dances around yours, head tilting to the side to close whatever distance was still in between you two.
Your hips involuntarily jolt and grind into his groin, a soft moan sliding up the back of your throat at the friction. A low grunt rumbles in his chest, his own hips bucking up into your core, returning the favor.
His erection hardens under your sex and your mouth salivates at the thought of his massive dick, you want to taste him. You want to taste him real bad.
You pull away from his lips with a deep inhale and say, âFuck, I want to suck you off.â
His eyes shift up to stare into yours, an unreadable expression on his features. You canât help but glance down at his swollen lips as you await his response, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of your panties sticking to your sex.
âNot beating around the bush anymore, hm?â A cocky grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he sinks even further into your couch, adjusting his hips in his seat to help you slide off his lap.
You get onto your knees in front of him, the cold tiles sending a shiver up your spine. You slowly travel your hands up his leg, softly squeezing his soft skin when your hands arrive at his thighs.
âPull me out.â
The words leave his mouth filled with so much arrogance that you canât help but reach for his belt straight away, unbuckling it with a quickness. Your eyes travel up his figure, glancing up at him through your pretty lashes but heâs already staring back at you, hand reaching up and resting on top of your head.
He lifts his hips off the couch to help you slide his pants down and he instantly palms himself through his boxers, his other hand moving down your face to tilt your chin up. âYouâre so pretty.â
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip at his compliment, creating a tightness in your stomach and a squeeze in your core, pussy clenching around absolutely nothing.
You tuck your fingers under the hem of his boxers and slowly tug them down, watching in anticipation as his dick springs free from under the hem.
What the fuck?
Your eyes widen as you stare at his erection, itâs still hardening and itâs already bigger than any dick youâve ever seen before. Big veins trail down his dark shaft, the head of his dick begging for attention.
A chuckle makes his chest rumble when he sees your reaction. His hand wraps around the base of his shaft, causing him to hiss at the touch, a soft grunt pushing past his lips. Your eyes shift to the precum leaking from his tip and you almost drool all over his slacks.
âHow the fuck is that supposed to fit literally anywhere?â you grumble, eyes glancing up at him for the first time since seeing his dick and heâs just got a smug smirk sitting on his gorgeous lips.
âYou can take it,â he quips, âcanât you?â
Oh.
Well, now you want to do just that.
He places his other hand on your cranium as he moves the tip of his dick across your lips, smearing them full of his precum. You continue to stare at him, never once breaking eye contact, giving him the best doe-eyes you can muster.
âJust tap me twice if it becomes too much,â he adds, a sincere look in his eyes. You nod to his words, placing your hands on his thighs as you mentally prepare yourself to have destroyed vocal cords tomorrow morning.
âNow, stop looking at me with those innocent eyes and open up that pretty mouth like a good girl.â
You donât hesitate for a second after hearing his words, parting your lips to take him into your mouth almost immediately after. You lower your head, wrapping your lips around the head and you gently start sucking on it. The hiss leaving his mouth tells you that he enjoys that, making you push your tongue flat against his slit and swirl it around to collect his salty precum on your tastebuds.
His hand tenses on top of your head and his hips unexpectedly buck up, making you gag. You keep his dick in your mouth but glare up at him, just in time to see him give you a sheepish, apologetic smile. You grunt as you lower your head again, your saliva rolling down his shaft as you try to take as much as you can of him into your mouth.
âHoly shit,â whispers Seokjin, hand delicately stroking your hair.
You grab onto the base of his dick with both hands and let your saliva roll down your fingers to lube them up enough to pump the part you canât reach. You begin to take more of him into your mouth but you havenât even made it halfway down before the head of his dick hits the back of your throat, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
âFuck, you look so pretty like this,â he moans, his head rolling back onto the backrest of your coach, his chest dramatically rising and falling as he chases his breath.
You hum in response, watching how his hips are tensing and twitching, trying not to thrust up into your mouth. You slowly pull him out, a string of your saliva still connecting to his dick as you continue to jack him off. âIâll let you fuck my mouth but if I tap twice, you have to stop, okay?â
His eyes shoot open at the offer and he whispers a low swear word before he nods and gets up onto his feet. He slings his suit jacket off, throwing it somewhere on your couch as you get onto your feet, hiking your skirt up so you can bend at the knees and squat in front of him since your knees were already starting to hurt.
He moves to stand in between your spread thighs, hands making their way back to your head as he slowly guides his dick back into your mouth. You move your hands up his bare legs, digging your nails into his warm skin as he starts thrusting into your warm, wet mouth.
You try to blink back your tears but it doesnât help, every small thrust hits the back of your throat and youâre seconds away from suffocating. The tears start spilling out of your eyes but you refuse to stop him, the way heâs thrusting into your mouth with his head thrown back and soft moans leaving his lips is making you want to keep going, be the reason for his pleasure.
âFuck, can I cum on your tits?â he asks in between moans, his thrusts getting even rougher. You finally tap his thigh twice and he immediately slides out of your mouth, reaching for your chin to make you tilt your head up at him. He scans your face with a concern frown but you simply slap his hand away.
Your hand reaches up as you start unbuttoning your silk shirt, successfully taking it off, tossing it aside and unclasping your bra all in a few seconds.
He doesnât have to fucking ask twice.
He grunts, fingers coming back to hold your chin in place to look at him. Your makeup has undoubtedly smudged all over your face but you donât care, not when Seokjin is looking at you as if youâre the most beautiful being he has ever laid his eyes upon.
He continues to pump himself with his other habd, chasing his own release. You slowly move back toward the couch, sprawling yourself out on the edge of the couchâs cushions and pulling Seokjin forwards to stand in between your spread thighs. You lean your upper back against the couch, allowing gravity to work for you as you reach up to his dick and take it from him, aiming the tip at your chest.
Your eyes travel up to meet his gaze as you start pumping him, watching as he stares you down with such overwhelming lust that itâs got your useless panties no longer acting as a barrier because youâre pretty sure youâve started leaking through the fabric.
âFuck,â he pauses after a deep inhale, âyouâre so fucking pretty.â
An involuntary moan escapes your lips at the praise but your hands keep going, wanting nothing more than for him to cum all over your breasts.
âYouâre pretty too,â you say with a sheepish smile, still looking up at him with your pretty eyes.
âI know,â he moans and the sight makes you giggle. At least heâs funny.
His dick twitches in your hand and before you know it, white ropes of his warm cum start coating your chest and nipples. He moans several swear words as he cums all over your breasts, his eyes taking in the sight and committing it to memory.
Youâre upper body is sprawled on the couch cushions, tits covered in saliva and cum, makeup running down your face, hair fucked up.
You blink up at him with hooded eyes as your hands finally come to a stop, still gripping the base of his shaft.
âFuck, donât look at me like that,â he grunts, still chasing his breath as he wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
The Devil starts tugging on the corner of your lips, making you smirk. âLike what?â
âLike you want me to destroy you.â
Youâre once again slapped in the face by his blunt words but you canât help but want him to go through with that statement.
âBut I do,â you reply, bringing up the back of your hand to wipe your chin clean of the saliva, or at least some of it.
âYeah, I bet,â he mumbles as he starts unbuttoning his shirt and runs his hand through his hair, messing it up in the process.
He hunches over and pulls you up onto your feet, tugging your skirt down your hips without any obstacles and tossing it aside aggressively. He takes a seat on the couch and spreads his legs wide apart before tugging you toward him to sit in between his legs.
You move to tug off your panties but he stops you, just patting the spot in between his thighs, motioning for you to turn around. You blink at him for a moment before you place your ass right in between his thighs and lean your back into his chest like he wants you to.
His hand trails down your waist to your thigh, awakening the thousands of goosebumps underneath the upperlayer of your skin. He taps your skin gently, mumbling something about spreading for him and you comply.
He uses his other hand to hold your leg apart from the other by placing his hand under the back of your knee and pulling it up while his other hand slowly starts rubbing circles onto your clothed pussy.
You sigh at the friction, finally getting some attention and a soft moan escapes your lips.
âFuck, you got that wet from sucking me off?â His voice rings in your ear and his proximity almost makes you dizzy, itâs the only explanation for the room that seems to be spinning around you. His words too, because theyâre true. The kissing turned you on but letting him use your mouth left you dripping with arousal.
You hum in response as your hips start to roll into his hand, your eyes trailing down to your chest thatâs still covered in his cum.
âLeave it like that, you look so pretty.â He mustâve noticed the way you were eyeing his load on your chest but you quickly nod, assuring him you were in no hurry to get rid of it.
He slowly peels your panties off your pussy, noticing the way they stick to your folds. He hums in delight as he pushes your underwear to the side. Your gaze shifts downwards and you intently watch as he effortlessly slides his fingers in between your folds, his fingers already soaked with your slick.
He pulls his fingers back, wanting a glimpse of his fingers covered in your slick. âFuck,â whispers Seokjin.
You lean your head back into the crook of his neck as you moan softly, chest rising and falling dramatically. His lips leave soft kisses on the side of your neck as his fingers rub your clit, down to your slit, down to your hole to gently tease it.
Youâre going to need all the preparation you can get because his dick will undoubtedly make you feel like youâre having sex for the first time all over again.
You impatiently rut your hips into his fingers but he just chuckles, gathering your slick onto his fingers and smearing it all over your sex.
âYouâre so impatient, pretty.â His beautiful voice feels like itâs being ladled into your ear by a cloud yet his tone is coated in mockery.
You merely grunt in response before actually using your words. You grumble, âPut them in.â
A hoarse laugh pushes past his lips before he slides his middle and ring finger into your pussy, curling them right away. He watches you with a twisted smirk on his lips as you start writhing on him, bucking your hips the moment his fingertips graze your g-spot.
He shushes you quietly as he begins to fuck his fingers into you, slamming his palm against your clit and doing so at an angle that causes the disgusting gushing sound of your wet pussy to ring in your ears.
You shake your head, you plead, you cry, you do anything to let him know you want to cum, right now, right here on his fingers.
âListen to that,â he mumbles, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he continues to curl his fingers every now and then. He watches you from the corner of his eyes, thoroughly enjoying how heâs got you writhing for him. âI need a taste.â
Thatâs all he says before hoisting you off of him and tossing you beside him, onto your couch. A gasp leaves your throat at the sudden strength he uses to do that and the way he drags you to the edge of the cushions, legs spread for him.
He settles on his knees in between your thighs, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy in front of him. âWould you look at that?â he whispers, using his fingers to spread your folds for him.
Fortunately, he wastes no time and lowers his mouth onto your sex, tongue pressed flat against it as he licks up all of your arousal â that heâs the sole cause of.
A pathetic whimper slides up the back of your throat, legs jerking and body squirming under him but he simply chuckles. âI havenât even done anything, look at you squirming.â
But then, his smile is nowhere to be seen and heâs got a black expression on his beautiful face. âStay still,â he demands, his voice low and his eyes fixed on your pussy.
Your hips are restrained by his hands, holding you down against the couch as his tongue goes on a rampage against your poor clit. You cry and mewl under him, thighs shaking and fingers gripping at the pillows decorating your couch.
âFuck,â you moan once he shoves his tongue into you, nose bumping against your clit and teasing you further while he fucks his wet muscle into you.
All you can do is moan and cry his name, fingers tugging at his perfectly styled hair but he doesnât seem to mind.
âThis pussy,â he mumbles as he shakes his head. âMight never get enough of it.â He dives right back in, mouth completely and aggressively devouring you as if he didnât just have a meal.
âFuck, Iâm gonna fucking cum,â you sniff, hips jerking and thighs clenching but he continues to hold you down, not allowing you to escape his grasp. Your warning words only seem to encourage him as he completely sucks you for what youâre worth.
His precision and movements never falter, continuously stimulating your clit. âYouâre already making me hard again,â he says matter-of-factly once he pulls back from your pussy. You think heâs edging you but that thought gets thrown out the window when he suddenly hooks his hands around the back of your thighs and shoves your legs toward you, pressed against your torso to spread you out even more for him.
If this pose isnât embarrassing enough, him staring down at your pussy like this would certainly be enough to make you anxious.
âWhat?â you ask quietly as you glance down at him, your chest still in- and deflating from all that pleasure you received just now.
He glances up into your eyes for a few seconds with an unreadable look in his eyes before shifting his eyes back down to your sex, so spread and so exposed for him. âJust admiring your pussy. Canât I?â
Your teeth roughly bite down on your bottom lip, eyes still watching his every move in anticipation.
But then he simply chuckles to himself before closing in on your pussy again and licking, sucking, making out with your nether regions as if he hasnât eaten in days. Holy shit, heâs fucking good.
Ugh, why would anyone want to ditch him?
You almost flinch when he exhales slightly, something youâd describe as a quick chuckle. His breath drapes all over your pussy, making you glance down at him but heâs already staring at you.
âWhy, thank you.â He rises to his feet as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and ditches the rest of his clothes. âBut I was never stood up.â
Your brows pinch together. What is he talking about?
Hold on.
Did you actually say that outloud? Fuck. You goofy bitch!
âWhat do you mean, you were never stood up?â you mumble as you watch him rip a condom package with his teeth and slowly roll the condom onto his massive dick, giving it a few test tugs.
âYeah, I lied,â he says nonchalantly as he pulls your leg up and slings it over his shoulder, pulling you to the edge of the couch whilst he stays kneeling on the floor in front of you.
âYou lied? How did you lie? I saw you there, sitting by yourselfâŠâ
âYeah, about that...â He slowly starts to push in, making sure to watch your face for any sign of regret or un-readiness.
But you simply squeeze your eyes shut at the burn, heâs inhumanely big and youâre already seeing celestial bodies on the back of your eyelids from how tightly youâre squeezing your eyes shut but heâs being very careful, clearly experienced in this regard.
Did he decide to spring that bullshit on you whilst pushing into you so youâd forget about it?
Well, itâs working. What the fuck?
You canât help it, your teeth are digging into your bottom lip and your eyes are finally open once he bottoms out. Your walls are burning from the stretch, clearly not very welcoming in these few moments. A few of his hair strands are sticking to his forehead from the sweat but he never loses concentration of going slow and steady.
âYou okay?â he whispers, gently rubbing your clit in hopes of helping you relax.
âYe⊠Yeah, I think,â you whisper in response, mind clouded. You canât think about anything else right now.
He slowly nods his head. âYouâre going to squeeze my fucking dick off, doll. Relax for me,â he whispers as he reaches over to smooth out the scrunch in your brows with his thumb.
Damn, heâs so damn sexy. You really donât know him at all.
âWell, clearly Iâve never had something that big shoved in there,â you snark, struggling a little as you do your best to just relax but of course, itâs easier said than done.
âIâve never fucked anything this tight either,â he chuckles as he leans a bit closer into you, still fully shoved into you, yet not moving. âLet me kiss you.â
You stare into his big brown eyes, your own eyes dropping down to his lips before trailing back up to his eyes.
âJust breathe. You can take it, princess. Look at you, you look so pretty under me.â He leans further down until heâs pressed his lips against yours and if this is him trying to get your mind off of getting split in half by his dick, itâs working.
Because kissing Seokjin is otherworldly. His lips are so plump and pillowy, you could kiss him for fucking hours. You wonder what his lips would look like after making out for hours, swollen and red. Fuck.
He kisses you gently, one thumb still rubbing your clit and youâre trying so hard not to clench around his dick because youâre scared you might actually squeeze his dick off.
âMove,â you demand after a few moments of kissing, wrapping your legs around his waist and caging him in by locking your feet with each other behind his back.
He slowly, very slowly, starts to pull out of you, leaving the head of his dick inside before pushing back into you.
You mewl at the intrusion, throat dry with the sounds youâve been letting out.
âShhh, youâre doing so well. Taking it like a champ,â he whispers against your lips, steadily thrusting into you.
Ugh, what happened in your life for the nerdy intern to be talking you through sex right now?
âFaster,â you mumble once he pulls away from your lips, leaning his forehead against yours.
âI hear you,â he chuckles as he picks up the pace of his thrusting, hips rolling into yours at a delicious pace.
âFuck,â you moan, actually enjoying the burning fullness he gives you. âFuck, youâ you said something about⊠about lying to me?â
He glances into your eyes, a pinch in his brows as he tries to keep himself from just moaning in response. âYeah, I lied to you, princess. Sorry about that.â
A cry rips through your poor throat when he suddenly starts snapping his hips into yours, pounding you at a pace and with a type of strength that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
Is he doing that to stop you from interrogating him?
âShit, youâre making a mess on your floor, beautiful.â He says it with such cockiness in his tone that it makes you want to smack him right across the face but heâs just so fucking fine that you have no choice but to let it slide.
You watch as he reaches over to grab some of the paper towels that you placed on the coffee table earlier and uses them to wipe down his cum from your chest to avoid making a mess on your couch.
At least heâs considerate, you suppose.
You drop your head further back against the cushions, moans continuously spilling from your lips as his hips pound into yours, his dick rubbing every single millimeter of your slick walls.
Tears spill out of your eyes from all the sensations ripping through your body, your own hand coming up to shield the outside world from your loudness but Seokjin is quicker, slapping your hand away from your mouth.
âLet me hear how pretty I make you sound.â He simply continues to fuck into you, making sure your leg stays secured against his torso and over his shoulder.
He deliberately fucks you at an angle that makes the squelching of your pussy that much louder and embarrassing. âListen to that,â he whispers, mockery on his face and a curl at the corners of his lips.
âShut up,â you whimper, cheeks heated in embarrassment. âDonât think Iââ you yelp, âI forgot about you telling me you lied to me.â
He merely hums in response and leans back a bit, grabbing both your legs by the back of your knees and pushing them toward your chest while he continues to snap his hips into yours, stretching you out so harsh yet so fucking good.
âIf you ask the right questions, I promise Iâll answer honestly.â His ragged breathing betrays his act of nonchalance but youâre too fucked out to point it out.
Ugh. Is this a game to him?
You inhale a shaky breath. âDid you get stood up or not?â you ask, hoping heâll give you the clarification youâre looking for despite already having told you that he lied to you about it.
âNo,â he replies, teeth digging into his plump bottom lip as you clench and squeeze around him.
You manage to ask through moans, âSo, she did show up?â
He shakes his head, eyes glued to the way his dick slides in and out of you. He abruptly pulls out and turns you over by your waist, pressing your face, stomach and chest deeply into the cushions of your couch and wastes no time slamming back into you.
âFuck!â you cry out with your knees now on the floor, mouth practically drooling all over your couch as he tugs your arms towards him and bends them at the elbows to pin them into your lower back, keeping you caged and with no other option than to take it.
And you wouldnât want it any other way.
âNo,â he grunts in reply, hips continuously snapping into your ass and his eyes glued to your bum recoiling against his body.
What the hell? Heâs not making any sense.
If she didnât show up, that means he got stood up, doesnât it?
Wait.
The realization sets.
âDidââ you pause, trying to catch your breath. âDid you have a date at all?â
He hums in response as he fucks you, one hand keeping your arms pinned and one hand coming down to squeeze the soft skin of your ass.
âI didnât.â
Huh?
An involuntary sob escapes you, earning a cocky chuckle from him. Bastard. âSo,â you start, âwhat were you doing there?â
He was just sitting there. He hadnât even ordered yet. Why the hell was he there?
He kisses his teeth with a loud smack as he stays quiet for a few moments after your question. âI own the restaurant.â
Record scratch.
What?
You echo, âYou own the restaurant?â
That restaurant is very fancy and pricey, why was he working in a company like yours if he owned a restaurant like that?
âWell, my dad does.â He lets go of your arms to grip both your hips, rocking you back onto his sex instead of fucking you. âIâll be inheriting it soon.â
Fucking hell.
That explains the expensive car.
The next few moments are just filled with moans, heavy breathing and skin slapping. His fingers dig into your skin, gripping you tightly as if youâd slip through of his fingers.
Your own hand reaches down and starts rubbing at your clit, teeth abusing your bottom lip as you squeeze your eyes shut. âFuck,â you whimper as your orgasm starts approaching.
âYou gonna cum?â he whispers, slightly picking up the pace of his thrusts.
You quickly nod your head, face still buried in your coach and itâs going to be very fun to clean that makeup off your couch.
âGo on, then,â he encourages, his hand coming down to your ass in a rough slap, making you jolt forwards from the impact.
Swear words continue to fall from his lips and you struggle to even form a coherent sentence.
But then, the world stops spinning and the room starts to.
Your phone is ringing. Fuck!
You slowly reach over and turn your screen to face you, curses falling from your lips.
Seokjin asks, âWho is that?â
Fuck. âItâs Taehyung. He probably wants to know if I got home okay. Iâll just text him laââ
âPick up,â he says, thrusts never halting. Actually, his hips pound into yours even harsher. Bastard.
You squeal, âIâm not going to pick up while Iâmââ
He cuts you off. âWhile youâre getting fucked by me?â
âIt has nothing to do with you. Just⊠you know. Me getting fucked.â
A sultry chuckle leaves his mouth and he gradually slows down in pace, sensually rolling his hips into yours. âGo on, pick up.â
An exasperated sigh leaves your mouth quietly as you accept the call and put the phone to your ear. âHello?â
âYo, where are you?â
âIâm uh,â you mumble as you shake your head, trying so hard to not focus on the way the tip of Seokjinâs dick softly kisses your cervix with each thrust. âIâm home.â
âAlright. Cool if I come over?â
Your eyes almost pop out of your eye sockets. âWhat? No. You canât come over.â
âHuh? Why?â
âBecause,â you pause as you glance over your shoulder into Seokjinâs eyes with an expression on your face that only feeds his damn ego. âJust because, okay?â
âBut youâ oh.â Taehyung goes quiet. âOh. I see how it is,â he says and you can practically hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.
âBye, Taehyung.â
âI bet youâre getting dicked down by big dick Seokjââ
Your thumb quickly slams down on the red hang up button before you toss your phone aside, ready to hear Seokjinâs comments and questions about the phone call but he doesnât say anything.
Instead, he picks up the pace again, fucking you just the way he seems to like it.
He places his hands on your shoulders and continues to fuck the absolute shit out of you, making you arch your back and ruin your throat with the way heâs pounding your poor pussy.
The consistent thrusts and his silent whispers of praise are what ultimately send you over the edge, your entire body shuddering and falling limp against the couch as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. You pathetically cry out under him, clenching around him, the entire room spinning as his big dick slides in and out of you.
âShit, youâre so fucking hot,â he mumbles as he spreads your asscheeks apart, eyes glued to how he slides in and out of you and the way your tight pussy grips onto him. âCan I cum on you again?â
Fuck. He can cum wherever the fuck he wants.
âYeah,â you whimper in overstimulation, not having enough energy or sass to roll your eyes at his cocky chuckle. Bastard.
âYouâre so good to me,â he whispers, hips snapping into your ass as he chases his own high. It doesnât take long until he completely pulls out of you and yanks the condom off, aiming his dick at your ass and unloading all over your bum, coating your skin in his cum.
âFuck,â he groans, watching as you reach for your ass and spread your cheeks for him, looking over your shoulder at him.
He mumbles, âShit, youâre gonna be the death of me.â
You merely hum in response, still in the clouds from that orgasm as he milks himself of every drop on your soft skin.
After he comes down from his high, he focuses on catching his breath but doesnât wait for much longer until he reaches for the roll of paper towels again. He quietly cleans you up, slow and steady, making sure not to spill before he moves onto the mess you made on the floor.
He gently tugs your panties back up your legs and by the time heâs helped you sit back onto the couch, heâs already fully dressed.
He looks down at you, wiping some of your makeup with the paper towels but itâs not doing much. âI like how fucked your face is,â he comments, rubbing your chin with his thumb as he stands before you.
A scowl forms on your face but it just elicits a chuckle from him before he leans down and softly pecks your lips.
He reaches for your elbows and helps you rise to your feet, asking for directions to your room.
Once heâs helped you out of your clothes and thoroughly cleaned you up, he helps you into bed.
When the click of the door handle being turned reaches your ears, you stop him by calling out his name and it makes him glance at you over his. shoulder. âYou can just stay. Itâs really late.â
He stares at you for a moment before chuckling and adding a shake to his head for good measure. âOne conversation and Iâm spending the night? I wonder how long itâll take for you to fall for me.â
You roll your eyes exaggeratedly and pettily turn onto your side, giving him your cold back. âThen donât stay, I was just trying to be polite.â
His obnoxious laugh rips through your eardrums and itâs like heâs the only person on Earth with you now.
It isnât long before you hear the ruffling of his clothes and the mattress behind you dipping under his weight.
You try to go to sleep with his soft breath grazing your neck but unfortunately, you canât ignore it and it takes you a whole lot of time to actually doze off.
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The soft clinking of metal wakes you out of your slumber. You slowly awaken, your eyes meeting his figure in the corner of your room as he buckles his belt in front of the mirror.
You slowly sit up and rub the sleep out of your eyes. âWhy did you lie to me?â you hoarsely ask him, this time not beating around the bush.
He glances at you through the mirror for a second, probably surprised that youâve woken up. He then fully returns his attention to himself and shrugs his shoulders with a hint of nonchalance. âWhy were you nice to me when no one else was?â
At this, you canât help but frown. What kind of a question is that? âBecause Iâm a decent human being?â
He tilts his head to the side at your answer, eyes staring at you through the mirror in silence for several seconds.
âAnd Iâm not.â He turns around to face you. âDoes that answer your question, lovely?â he says it with so much nonchalance and arrogance, like he genuinely doesnât care at all.
You idly blink at him through the mirror from where youâre seated, mind booming with all the images of nerdy Seokjin and itâs like youâre staring at a completely different person. Are you sure he doesnât have an evil twin or something like that?
He slowly walks up to you and it makes you sit up even straighter and for some reason his proximity still makes you nervous. Your eyes slowly travel up his body, finally glancing at him through your pretty lashes.
âI put my number on that note over there. Call me whenever you need me.â He nods towards your nightstand and you follow his line of direction, noticing a pink post-it with his number, name and a winking smiley scribbled on it.
When you turn your head back to look at him, he raises his hand and strokes your head before leaning down to press a gentle peck to your pouty lips. âOr whenever you want me, I donât judge.â He winks at you, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb before straightening his back and gathering his wallet and keys.
Is this really how itâs going to go?
âWait,â you call out. He cocks an eyebrow at you as he absentmindedly slides his wallet and keys into the pockets of his slacks.
You say, âAm I supposed to just⊠act like nothing happened?â With a slight shake to your head, you continue, âTomorrow at work? Like you havenât shown me your true colors?â
Is he going to act like nothing happened? Is he going to be the same Seokjin youâve always known? Will he have a distinct look in your eye every time he looks at you? Couldnât you just out him to the others? Why was he comfortable showing you such private matters about himself?
His dark eyes stare into yours for a moment longer and it almost stings, it stings the way he stares you down. The faintest smirk creeps onto his lips and you can swear you just met the Devil, standing face to face with evil reincarnated.
Then, he simply shrugs his shoulders and drops them again as he heads out the door, not even looking back at you.
âItâs not like anyone would believe you anyways.â
And with that, he exits your apartment, leaving you to process what happened in the past 12 hours on your own.
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By its cover | 08 Finale
Characters: Hoseok x Reader
Word count: 6.9 k
Synopsis: Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. Youâre in for a wild ride. Demon!Hoseok, magic-university!au and enemies-to-lovers!au
Notes: Finale!! The ending for this fic was so hard! THere was so much I wanted to happen and I didnât know how to make it happen. My aim was to make your heart feel kind of tingly and warm and hopefully I succeed in that. Please enjoy the final part to this fic <3
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Part 8: The monster within
You wake up at some point in the middle of the night with a crippling sense of humiliation and embarrassment and a headache so bad it feels like someone has taken an axe to your skull. You recognise the symptoms of magic exhaustion. Perhaps you exerted yourself too much that day, or perhaps the distress from Hoseokâs rejection depleted your meagre magic stores to the point you passed out. Either way, Hoseok must have carried you home and deposited you in your bed- you are unshowered and salty from the day out but are too tired to magic the grime away. Instead you get out of bed and shower the manual way. You appreciate the stream of hot water and let it numb you to the embarrassment and misery that the events of the day have caused.
You have bigger things to worry about than Hoseokâs rejection, because you are scheduled for your prac exam early the next morning. You leave a note for Hoseok, telling him to meet you by the car at the precise time you intend to leave and hope that it is enough to limit the interactions you have to have with him the next morning. You then retire to your bed and luckily you are so exhausted that you do not have time to dwell on anything Hoseok said to you earlier that day. You just fall asleep with the knowledge that you just have to get through this exam and then you can process later.You awaken the next morning and it is the determination to survive your exam and the dread of what stunt your lecturer may pull that gives you the courage to brave through seeing Hoseokâs face. He looks at you and goes pale and eats breakfast in your fatherâs bedroom.
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By its cover | 07
Characters: Hoseok x Reader
Word count: 4 k
Synopsis: Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. Youâre in for a wild ride. Demon!Hoseok, magic-university!au and enemies-to-lovers!au
Notes:Â Surprisingly, this part wasnât in the original outline for this fic. Or really any outline at any point. I was trying to work towards the conversation that happens at the very end realistically and this entire part just sprang out of the buildup. It ended up being long enough that it got itâs own part! I guess sometimes inspiration just strikes ;)
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Part 7: The painful truth
Hoseok wakes you up early the next morning. It is unusual for him to come into your room while you are sleeping, out of respect for your privacy. But for some reason he crouches beside your bed and rouses you with a gentle hand on your elbow. You start away to find him watching you with an odd expression on his face. Heâs smiling, but itâs a sad smile. For a moment you think you may be dreaming but as you gradually become conscious of the way your hair is a mess and you havenât brushed your teeth yet, you realise with horror that no, this is not a dream.
You sit up so suddenly you nearly collide foreheads with Hoseok. He leaps back with a startled screech and you would feel guilty if he wasnât sitting in your room waking you up.
âHoseok?â You cry, self-conscious but also grumpy from a fresh wakeup. âWhat are you doing here?â
Hoseok takes a few moments to regain his breath, his hand clasped over his chest even though he was the one to wake you.
âIâm sorry!â He cries, when he finally calms down, holding his hands up in a show of surrender. âI wasnât being creepy, I promise! I was waking you because we have plans for today.â
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By its cover | 06
Characters: Hoseok x Reader
Word count: 5.8 k
Synopsis: Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. Youâre in for a wild ride. Demon!Hoseok, magic-university!au and enemies-to-lovers!au
Notes:Â This is another of those parts that I was really looking forward to writing. Actually a lot of revamping happened to the fic during the writing of this part- parts got smushed together or deleted or rewritten. The pacing is probably quite fast in this part as a result- I think itâs like three different parts combined into one. I still like it. I didnât want this fic to be too long, yaknow?Â
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Part 6: Realisations
You awaken the next morning to find a rather distressing email from your least favourite lecturer had been sent out the afternoon before. It is a reminder for an upcoming practical exam, in a measly 2 days time. Itâs a barrier exam- those who do not pass will not proceed with the course. You feel anxiety claw your heart the more you read- one-on-one assessment of a set of magic skills that almost seemed designed to make life difficult for you as a witch. You know your lecturer has been gunning for you to be kicked out since you first registered and he realised he would be teaching a witch for an entire semester. You know without a doubt heâs going to use this exam to his advantage and that knowledge and reminder of your impending doom essentially ruins your morning. You had been looking forward to a lazy morning with Hoseok and Jimin. It is a Saturday and since you had been oddly tired as of late, you had been hoping for a sleep-in and then a lazy day lounging around the house. You think that maybe the stress of the past week and attempting to conceal all the bullying from Hoseok is the cause of your constant exhaustion and youâd been hoping the weekend would be a good chance to recharge. You know Hoseok wants to go to some party in the evening and Jimin has an all-day dancing workshop so you had intended to make the most of your day in. No doubt you would feel the drain from being at the party like you have every other time youâve left your house and so the morning off was to be your sanctuary, your time for some rest and recovery. But now, anxiety twists your gut and claws at your heart. Your day has been ruined and there is no fixing it.
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By its cover | 05
Characters: Hoseok x Reader
Word count: 4.7k
Synopsis: Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. Youâre in for a wild ride. Demon!Hoseok, magic-university!au and enemies-to-lovers!au
Notes: This part was really difficult to write for some reason. I didnât want the characters to come across as shallow or poorly thought out but at the same time I wanted drama to happen⊠I still enjoyed writing it though!!
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Part 5: Rumours
After that party, things are different between you and Hoseok after that. In a good way. While he hadnât ever been overtly rude prior to that (or at least, no more than necessary since he hated you), he hadnât exactly been friendly. For a guy whose nickname was âsunshine on legsâ, he had been quite⊠not-sunshine-y. But suddenly, his whole demeanour changes and you come to understand how he earnt the nickname. As you begin to settle into a routine with him and adjust to having him stuck in close proximity with him, you start to remember all the reasons you had a crush on him in high school. Heâs warm and heâs funny and heâs cheerful. Heâs attentive and heâs kind. He spends time with you, making you laugh, he spends time with Jimin, helping him do his homework and playing video games (which is nice because for some reason you remain exhausted as of late and no amount of sleep seems to make it go away) Heâs so sweet that itâs hard to believe he ever disliked you in the first place. And while you do acknowledge that part of that may be because heâs stuck within 20 metres of you, you canât help but notice that he doesnât have to spend the time with you that he does. He sleeps in your fatherâs room and 20 metres is more than enough room to find a space of his own and ignore you. But instead he watches movies with you and takes you out to places you wouldnât normally go to when he feels you have been cooped up alone too long and he studies in your room rather than his own because he likes your company. He insists you sit in the building with him where he works rather than wait outside for him to finish because he rations that itâs boring. (He also develops this odd habit of just lightly resting his hand against yours during that one lecture you dread every week, like he wants to hold it but isnât brave enough)
Unfortunately for you, in the weeks that come, you are not the only one to notice the shift in Hoseokâs attitude towards you. If you had any friends, you are sure that they might have commented on how strange it is to suddenly see Hoseok so attentive to you. And while you donât have any friends, Hoseok sure does. And his friends notice. You canât really blame them, because they have yet to see you guys more than 20 metres apart over the passed few weeks. And to someone who isnât aware that the two of you are soul-bound, it looks suspicious. Particularly since news that Hoseok had broken up with his long-term girlfriend had only just started to spread recently.
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Characters: Hoseok x Reader
Word count: 4.8k
Synopsis: Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. Youâre in for a wild ride. Demon!Hoseok, magic-university!au and enemies-to-lovers!au
Notes:Â When I started writing this fic I think this part was probably the bit I was looking forward to writing most. Expect some spicy drama. JK donât have expectations lol
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Part 4: Party
Your father is concerned when you finally get around to contacting him and explaining the situation.
âShould I come back home?â He asks you from the crystal ball that is set on your desk while you sort through the glamour potions you have at your disposal.
âNo.â You protest urgently. âI know how important this trip was to you.â
âItâs not as important as you and your wellbeing.â He scolds you. You bite back a smile and squint at the crystal ball.
âItâs not an urgent issue or anything. Hoseok is behaving himself and weâve worked out a system that can probably last us until you get back.â You tell him. âPlease donât cut your trip short.â
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Characters: Hoseok x Reader
Word count: 3.2k
Synopsis: Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. Youâre in for a wild ride. Demon!Hoseok, magic-university!au and enemies-to-lovers!au
Notes: This part is a lot shorter⊠Idk. I ran out things to write for it I think. I was really struggling with the characterisation around this point and it took a lot to get past it. There was a lot of rewriting Dâ:
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Part 3: Planning
The two of you fail to find anything helpful despite earnest searching throughout the libraryâs catalogue after your classes finish. Perhaps you would have been more successful if Hoseok wasnât so skittish and afraid of a friend coming across him researching demons. You donât really blame him though- it definitely would garner a lot of questions and curiosity that Hoseok probably wouldnât be able to lie his way through. Particularly not with you in tow.
The limited material you do find is unhelpful. As it turns out, the only people who really know much about demons and demon summonings are demons themselves. And demons donât get published. The fact that Hoseok is even in university with his demon origins is a feat in itself. Heâll probably be the first demon in the world to get a degree and if he exposed himself he may very well lose it. The few demonology books and papers you find are focused purely on the act of summoning demons, controlling them and subduing them. Even the book Jimin used to summon Hoseok is focused entirely on how to make a demon do your bidding. No one is interested in freeing a demon from their bindings when it means they have a powerful and dangerous beast at their beck and call.
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Characters: Hoseok x Reader
Word count: 4.5k
Synopsis: Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. Youâre in for a wild ride. Demon!Hoseok, magic-university!au and enemies-to-lovers!au
Notes: Part 2 yea boiiiiiii!!!! I really like the reader in this. Sheâs probably my favourite to have written. I like how earnest she is.
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Part 2: The worst lecturer alive
You make it about three quarters of the way through your normal routine the next morning. Youâre just about to start banging on Jiminâs door and start harassing him to get ready for school when a hand comes out of nowhere, holding the door shut. You start so violently you donât even have the capacity to scream. Instead it takes a few deep breaths for your to restart your heart. You trace the source of the hand wrapped around Jiminâs doorknob to find Hoseok watching you through the same pair of sunnies as the night before.
âUmâŠâ You say slowly. Hoseok frowns. âWhat are you doing?â
âWe need to talk.â Hoseok informs you. You glance at the clock on the wall and bite your lip.
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By its cover | 01
Characters: Hoseok x Reader
Word count: 4.6k
Synopsis: Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. Youâre in for a wild ride. Demon!Hoseok, magic-university!au and enemies-to-lovers!au
Notes: I wrote this because I couldnât shake how funny it was to me the idea of Hoseok being a demon. Like heâs just so happy and sunshine-y⊠how could he be a demon? And thus, this fic was born. Itâs entirely prewritten and will update once a week :)
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Part 1: Summoning
The whole ordeal begins because your stupid little brother Jimin accepts a dare from his friend Jungkook. The bratty werewolf Jungkook wouldnât have known the meaning of the word consequences if it slapped him in the face. And your younger brother, childish and eager to prove himself, does not know how to back down from a dare. The dare is to summon a demon.
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need a fix - JHS | M
⣠you had this job for five years, since high school, you wonât quit your well-paying job because of your crush on the new pharmacist. Itâs just a stupid crush, right?
pairing: pharmacist!hoseok x reader
genre: angst, fluff, smut
word count: 7.2K
warnings/tags: hanahaki au, unrequited love au, age gap, strong language, Hobi is 28 years old here, heâs also a flirt friendly, pining, mentions of blood, mentions of sickness, explicit smut- dirty talk, fingering, edging, riding, protected sex, slight body worship
a/n: I wasnât sure how pharmacies/drugstores work in other countries.
This is for the @ficscafeâ Fic Exchange Event! Written for @ughcoreâ. I hope you like it <3 Me asking about your favorite flower will probably make sense now, haha.
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Youâre ringing up the last customer before your lunch break, the sound of the telephone reaches your ears. Ready to spew your usual dialogue when answering calls, your mouth clamps shut when you hear his voice.
âDo you want to go out for lunch? Iâm starving.â
Peeking around the aisle, you see him wave at you from behind the screen. You nod, giving him a tight-lipped smile.
âOkay.â
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y/n doesn't know how to be petty & jealousy is not a good look on jimin
âșÂ pairing; park jimin x reader // balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n
âșÂ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse!! i think thereâs a fairly good balance of honk honk humour and angst and fluff in here but i could be wrong!! seulgi (once again) is a pot-stirrer and you can either love her or hate her for it!! jungkookâs cute and is a really good dance partner!!Â
âșÂ wordcount; 12.1k
âșÂ summary; surprisingly enough, both y/n and jimin are great at acting unaffected by their devastating breakup â itâs only when theyâre reunited two weeks later in class that their nonchalant, callous composures begins to crack.
âș what to expect; âi just think the respectable move is to wait until weâre done learning, mr. park. or would you like to continue wasting everyoneâs time by singling out jungkook and i just because youâre clearly in a sour mood for no reason and seem to be enjoying using us as your emotional punching bags?âÂ
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the feeling of your phone buzzing rapidly against the mattress is the thing that rouses you from yet another restless night of sleepÂ
you kept waking up every few hours and every time you woke up youâd be awake for at least another hour before dozing back offÂ
youâre pretty sure you fell asleep close to six in the morning and according to the clock on your bed stand itâs already 1:30 but somehow you still feel so, so groggy despite getting seven and a bit hours of sleepÂ
you peel an eye open reluctantly, staring at the bright vibrating rectangle for a few seconds before you drag your arm up lazily to grab it because something crazy must be happening if the group chat is chirping away like thisÂ
youâve had your phone on do not disturb for the past week (except for the few times lisa clearly hit the ânotify anywayâ button to get your attention) so youâve kind of been out of the loop but being present and a functioning member of society isnât exactly the first thing on your mindÂ
people are right when they say time just melds together when youâre going through a breakup because you honest to god do not even know what day of the week it isÂ
âokay, whatâs going onâŠâ you mutter to yourself, voice thick with sleep as you roll over onto your back and bring your phone up to your face to unlock itÂ
it takes you a couple of tries to get into your phone because of how bright the screen is and you curse before resorting to typing in your passcode with fumbling fingers insteadÂ
you havenât been on your phone too much because⊠well, youâve just not really been in the mood to do anything but rot in bed all day with the curtains drawn â and not to mention, every time youâre on your phone youâre just waiting for a text or a call or literally anything from jimin but unsurprisingly itâs been complete silence on his end
youâve mostly been ordering takeout and also youâre pretty sure you went the whole day without drinking water yesterday, so all in all, it doesnât seem like youâre handling this very wellÂ
what makes things worse is that you have class today and itâll be approximately a week since you last saw jimin and the two of you officially ended things and seven days is simply not enough recovery time â you havenât even accepted the fact that you can no longer call him your boyfriend and that you have to call him your ex-boyfriend now (and teacher, but itâs not like thatâs anything new)
i think we should end things permanently, because i want to be in a real relationship instead of whatever the fuck this has been.Â
jiminâs words ring loudly in your head and you feel your eyes starting to well with tears for the trillionth time in a row as you mindlessly scroll through all the notifications that have been marinating on your phone for the past seven daysÂ
the only thing youâve been able to focus on is replaying that last conversation with jimin in your head and itâs driving you up the wall
i never said i was ashamed to be with you, jimin.Â
you never had to say it for me to see it.Â
âgodâŠâ you mutter, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose in a poor attempt to stop the tears from flowingÂ
you havenât been able to stop thinking about jimin and what makes it harder is the fact that you canât talk about this with anyone without exposing yourself and jiminÂ
and as much as you love lisa, you know that if you told her she would of course be concerned about you but would also have a million questions for you and youâre just not in the mood for an interview at the momentÂ
another thing youâve been thinking a lot about is what wouldâve happened if you grabbed the phone and called lisa when jimin told you to call your friends and tell them the truth
would he have stayed?Â
was that really the proof that he needed to show him that you wanted to be with him?Â
would that have fixed everything?
youâd still have to hide your relationship â the only difference that telling your friends would make is that mr. park would be accused of playing favourites and knowing a few of the chatterboxes in class, word would spread very fast and it probably wouldnât take long until you get an email from the dean asking you and jimin to come and speak to himÂ
and then either jimin would get fired or youâd be expelled and both those options sound like hellÂ
with that being said, wasnât it an incredibly unfair move on jiminâs part to ask you to do that for him?Â
what if youâd asked him to call the dean to tell him that you two were together?Â
given the circumstances, wouldnât jimin be hesitant to do it as well???Â
well, you suppose in your scenario itâs a little less high stakes because youâd just be telling a close friend, but still⊠you did the right thing, didnât you?Â
it was irresponsible of both you and jimin to enter into a romantic relationship when you guys are teacher and student, and you had to put an end to it before the truth eventually came out and tore the two of you apart
this was the right thing to doÂ
now jimin can continue teaching, and you can continue learning at this very prestigious dance academy that you worked very hard to get intoÂ
plus mom and dad would probably kill you if you got expelled over something as scandalous as this
sometimes doing the right thing feels bad! and itâs okay that you feel very, very bad at the moment, because feeling bad is just a normal part of the human experience. Â
you let out a huff of frustration, rolling onto your back as you look up at the ceilingÂ
âŠbut how do you know if you did the right thing or not?Â
you let out a slow exhale, shaking your head as you bring your phone back up to look through all your texts
you canât help but wince a little looking through all your missed notifications throughout the week
most of your texts are from lisa and you know sheâs going to want some kind of an explanation of your disappearanceÂ
from: lisa [wednesday 9:08am] â are you okay? barely heard from you all weekÂ
from: lisa [thursday 6:23 pm] â ??Â
from: lisa [friday 10:32am] â y/nÂ
from: lisa [friday 11:02am] â helloooooo some kind of indication you are alive pleaseÂ
from: lisa [friday 8:14pm] â okay well youâre still sending me tiktoks so ik youâre aliveÂ
your thumb goes tired from scrolling through all of lisaâs texts and you finally reach the end to see that she texted you a few minutes agoÂ
from: lisa [1:22pm] â are you coming to class today?Â
your fingers pause slightly as you think about how to respond and how to act casually about the fact that youâve been a ghost for the last weekÂ
to: lisa [1:34pm] â yes!! iâm comingÂ
to: lisa [1:34pm] â SORRY i havenât been responding to your texts, social batteryâs been weirdly low and feeling blegh bc period but iâll see you today mwahahaÂ
unsurprisingly, lisa doesnât take too long to respond because sheâs always on her phone and itâs never on do not disturb-Â
from: lisa [1:35pm] â hmmmm okayyy hope youâre feeling a little better at least? just glad ur alive! iâll see u later ALSO read the group chat bc omg iâm deadÂ
from: lisa [1:35pm] â mr. park
your stomach dips a little in anxiety at the mention of mr. park because the point of looking through your texts was to distract yourself from any thoughts of jimin, but then again, why are you surprised? the girls are obsessed with him and heâs always a hot topic in the group chatÂ
one time he showed up to class wearing a pair of jeans that made his butt look really good and it was a topic in the group chat for like a week and a half straightÂ
you switch over to look through the group chat, scrolling up the literal hundreds of texts until you get to whatâs clearly the meat of the conversationÂ
seulgi [best ballerinas đ€] â You guys arenât going to believe what I heard
seulgi [best ballerinas đ€] â Rmb how I said Iâm pretty sure Miss Im and Mr Park are like meant to beÂ
seulgi [best ballerinas đ€] â Apparently they were out on a date this weekend
lisa [best ballerinas đ€] â wtffff NO WAYYY wait whereâd u hear it fromÂ
seulgi [best ballerinas đ€] â One of the guys from Miss Imâs classÂ
seulgi [best ballerinas đ€] â He slid into my DMs after their performance đ
đŒ as he should đ
đŒ and then we were texting for a bit and he just told me that he saw them walking around downtown together lmfaooooo I totally called itÂ
you donât even bother reading the rest of the messages but through your frantic scrolling you manage to catch a message from seulgi teasing you directly about losing your precious mr. park and- âoh, just give me a break!â you groan obnoxiously, tossing your phone aside before flipping onto your stomach and letting out a muffled scream into your pillowÂ
great!
good for them!
good for jimin, good for nayeon, good for the happy couple! youâll have to make sure to ask jimin if youâre allowed to bring a plus-one to their wedding and what colour they want to paint the nursery for the child theyâre going to have whoâll undoubtedly be the cutest baby on the goddamn planet-Â
the thought of playing hooky and calling in sick so you donât have to go to class crosses your mind briefly, but then you remember that in order to do that, youâd have to call mr. park to let him know (one time, lisa asked jisoo if she could let him know that she wouldnât be in class because of a bad cold, and both lisa and jisoo ended up getting mildly scolded because why are you asking your classmate to talk to me for you, and why are you talking to me on behalf of your classmate?) and needless to say, the last thing you need is to talk to jimin and pretend like the only problem you have is that youâre not feeling well and you donât think you can come to class todayÂ
and not to mention, with this new piece of information of him and miss im going out on a date over the weekend, you donât want him thinking that he won the breakup because youâre so heartbroken that the only thing you can do in stay in bed and cry (even though technically thatâs what youâve been doing all weekend, but whatever) â as heartbroken as you are, youâre just as stubborn so you will be going to class and youâre going to try your absolute best to keep it together⊠you have to.
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jimin splutters after splashing icy, ball-shrivelling cold water onto his face, blindly fumbling for the towel in his duffle bag before using it to pat himself offÂ
he looks at himself in the mirror, leaning closer and reaching up with a finger to pull at the bags under his eyes
the last time he had bags this bad was when he would stay up all night rehearsing for his own examsÂ
thereâs not enough concealer in the world to hide the bags he has nowÂ
needless to say, this breakup has completely destroyed him and this is the first time he actually has no idea to conduct himself after ending things with someoneÂ
heâs had flings and short relationships all throughout high school, undergrad, and even at the academy, and it usually only takes him a few weeks to fully flush his ex out of his system, but he can already tell that this breakup is nothing compared to those onesÂ
sure, he was sad after his breakup with nayeon and couldnât even force himself to get over her for much longer than heâd anticipated, but that was then and this is now â and now, he can fully say that the breakup with you is one of the most devastating things to ever have happened to himÂ
heâs been so out of it all week that he even ordered pizza for himself on friday night instead of digging into his usual meal of [insert choice of lean protein here], roasted vegetables and brown rice⊠a family sized pizzaÂ
a family sized pizza!!! a pizza for an entire family!!Â
the only time he went out this week was saturday afternoon when nayeon texted him to ask him if he wanted to go out for coffee and also to discuss what they wanted to do for their conjoined class todayÂ
and to be honest, jimin barely remembers what they talked about that day and heâs hoping that nayeon will carry them both through todayâs class because mr. park is just not mentally here at the momentÂ
to be honest heâd kind of been dreading coming to class (can you blame him?) and he considered calling in sick and cancelling class today, but if he cancelled today, thatâd mean heâd have to have an extra makeup class next week and- well, he canât avoid seeing you foreverÂ
itâs just that he doesnât even know if he can look you in the eye after you basically showed him that you donât want to be with himÂ
itâs embarrassingÂ
heâs heartbroken and humiliated and hurt and youâre basically the only thing thatâs been on his mind this whole weekÂ
admittedly it was a little selfish of him to demand you to call your friends to tell them that you were dating him
it was an unfair move on his part and he knows he acted out of emotion, but⊠well, he just wished that you fought harder to keep him, thatâs allÂ
and itâs true that he always felt like you were slightly embarrassed to be with him â he was never afraid to hold your hand in public and act like a normal couple but it was always a little upsetting to turn and see you cowering down or hiding behind a pair of sunglasses or baseball hat or something to conceal your identityÂ
he knows that you only did it to protect the both of you from being exposed, but you didnât have to hide yourself all the timeÂ
you guys couldnât even go to restaurants without you quietly requesting for a table at the very back to avoid being seen by anyone passing byÂ
maybe this breakup was for the best, now that heâs had a week to think about itâŠ
sure, his relationship with you was one of the best heâs ever had and heâs pretty sure heâs head over heels in love with you and would 100% say it back if you said it to him, but hey! heâll get over it one dayÂ
youâre his student, heâs your teacher â it was inappropriate from the start and it was irresponsible of him to pursue anything with you, so this breakup was a good thingÂ
it never wouldâve worked out in the end, and itâs better that it ended sooner or later
this was just a lesson from the universe that he had to learn, and yes, it was a very hard lesson, but heâs always been good at learning and heâs just going to take this as a sign to not get involved with another one of his students ever again!
it was silly of him to think that it would ever work out in the first place, anyway, so if anything, he should be able to move on and move on fastÂ
easy peasyÂ
âeasy fuckinâ peasy.â jimin clears his throat quietly, running his damp fingers through his hair as he looks at his reflection in the mirror from side to side, âiâm park fuckinâ jimin. top of my class, aced all my exams, youngest and most sought after teacher at this academy,â he puffs his chest out slightly, nodding to himself as he feels his confidence coming back to him
heâs mr. park, he knows heâs hot shit!Â
he doesnât need you to feel complete
he doesnât need you at all
he hears the voice in his head let out a laugh of disbelief followed by an all-knowing alright, keep lying to yourself if this is how youâre planning on coping with this breakup and immediately shuts it out before bending down to grab his duffle bag, swinging it over his shoulder before putting a pair of thick-rimmed, square framed glasses onÂ
he forget to order more of his contacts over the weekend so heâll have to wear his stupid dorky ass glasses today (the memory of you telling him how much you love it when he wears his glasses flashes in his mind and he shuts it out as best as he can, but the thought of getting you flustered today in class with these glasses makes the corner of his mouth twitch in a cocky smirk.)Â
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âwow, look whoâs alive!â you jolt in surprise when lisa slings an arm around you from behind, leaning her head against yours with a grin as the two of you continue walking towards the main doors, âperiod cramps are brutal this month, hey?âÂ
âyeah, itâs been- ha, not great, you know how it is-â you press your lips together in a tight smile as you pop your airpods back into the case so you can give your friend your full attention, âsorry i⊠barely texted you all throughout the week, iâve just- um-â you clear your throat quietly, pausing for a second to think about what excuse to give lisa
you feel awful for lying to her about all of this because you know that lisa would never be upset or angry with you and is only here to help you because sheâs your friend, but still⊠the wound is a little fresh at the moment so lying will have to doÂ
because if you rip this bandaid off right now and she gives you that sympathetic head tilt and shoulder droop and big sad eyes combo, you are 100% not going to be able to make it through this class without completely losing your mind and you are certainly not about to burst into tears in front of your classmatesÂ
âyouâve just what?â lisa nudges your side to get your attention and you look over at her, your mouth still hanging open with no fake excuse sitting on the tip of your tongueÂ
youâve never really been good at thinking of things on the spot
youâve also never been good at lying so thereâs that to consider as wellÂ
âi just⊠i donât know! weird mood. one of those weeks, you know?â you shrug weakly, lisaâs brow raising slightly before she purses her head and nods slowlyÂ
âno, thatâs okay! i was just worried about you, thatâs all. but you⊠know you can talk to me about anything, right?â she holds the door open for you and you offer her a meek smile, swallowing the lump in your throat as the two of you head towards the changing roomsÂ
âyeah, i know.â you respond quietly, choosing not to say anything else after that even though you know youâre acting very suspicious and you have a feeling lisa knows youâre hiding something from herÂ
âyou excited for class today?â she changes the subject swiftly and you immediately nod even though you have no idea whatâs happening in class today, âiâve been buzzing about it all week. miss imâs boys are so fine.âÂ
âtheyâre- oh, we have the, uh- theyâre coming to our class today, right? weâre, like, pairing up with them or something like that, right?â you clear your throat, opening your locker door up before sitting down on the bench to take your sneakers off, âyeah, theyâre all very nice to look at. that jungkook guy is nice, i follow him on instagram.âÂ
âoh, jungkook is- mmph-â you canât help but giggle when lisa bites her fist, âheâs more than very nice to look at. you should ask him out. he was making googly eyes at you at mr. park and miss. imâs performance.âÂ
the reminder of that night immediately kills the vibe and you feel your mood drop, but you focus on taking your socks off instead of thinking about i think we should end things permanently, because i want to be in a real relationship instead of-
the sound of lisaâs locker door slamming shut snaps you out of it and you turn to see that sheâs already fully dressed and ready to go with her water bottle in one hand and her phone in the other, âyou want me to wait for you?âÂ
âyou can go in first! iâll be a while, i-â you look down at yourself and your sweatpants, letting out a breath because youâre already exhausted and changing into a leotard is no easy feat, âi still have to change and then i have to pee and stuff, but iâll see you in there.âÂ
as soon as lisa leaves, you feel yourself slump as you lean over with your elbows on your knees, your mind immediately spacing outÂ
you are not mentally here right now and you donât know how youâre about to go through a two hour class where the main thing you have to do is focus otherwise you get in trouble for itÂ
âitâs a guy.âÂ
you immediately perk up when you realise you arenât alone and you turn to look over your shoulder, your brows knitting together in confusion as you blink up at seulgi before looking back down at your duffle bag quickly and pretending like you were in the middle of going through it, âwhat are you talking about? and how the hell did you get in here so quietly??âÂ
âitâs a guy. am i right?â seulgi sighs, ignoring your second question (though you are genuinely curious how she managed to come in without you noticing, or maybe youâre just really really checked out that you didnât notice her at all) and plopping herself down on the bench next to you before crossing one leg over the other and crossing her arms over her chest, âthatâs why youâve been acting so off all week.âÂ
âwhat are you on about?â you snort, though you canât help but think to yourself how true it is that women are very intuitive when it comes to pretty much anything but especially when it has something to do with menÂ
and seulgi is the best at figuring things out â especially when it comes to things that are literally none of her business like this!Â
âyouâve been weirdly civil with me over text when you usually bite back with something.â she raises her chin slightly, her gaze never leaving your face, âyou never just sit there and take it.âÂ
your eyes flicker slightly and you find yourself unable to look seulgi in the eye for more than two seconds before looking away, and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck prickle when she gives you that one look that screams iâm not going to stop pestering you until you tell me what drama youâre swept up inÂ
âwhat makes you think that me being civil has something to do with guy problems?â you blurt out, your cheeks starting to grow pink out of anxiety because now you know that seulgiâs onto you, âalso, we rarely text and talk outside of class except for when weâre out with the other girls for brunch or something. why do you care about my texting style all of a sudden?âÂ
âwell, you didnât deny anything.â seulgi points out, and your hand immediately freezes in your bag upon the realisation that yeah, you didnât deny anything and seulgi is definitely onto you and is also definitely right because you definitely are going through guy problems right nowÂ
but how much can you trust seulgi? you havenât even told lisa who is arguably your best friend in the class and also the entire world
âwe arenât friends, seulgi. you donât have to pretend like you care.â you mutter, voice wavering slightly as your eyes begin to brim with tears because this is the first time someoneâs asked you if youâre okay in person and clearly youâre an emotional wreck if seulgi is the one asking and itâs making your eyes tear upÂ
keep it together, keep it together, keep it together, you remind yourself, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you pull your leg warmers on and quickly reach up to wipe a rogue tear away before seulgi sees you cryingÂ
âso it is a guy.â seulgi hums, nodding her head to herself before clicking her teeth, âknew it. is it someone we know? was it a hookup? long time situationship? did he ghost you? have you been secretly dating someone this whole time and you just got dumped by them?âÂ
all the blood drains from your face as you turn your head to look at seulgi with wide eyes (nearly snapping your neck in the progress), your lips parting before you quickly shut then and turn back to pull your slippers onÂ
seulgiâs eyes widen before she blinks rapidlyÂ
no wayÂ
this whole time youâve been dating someone?!Â
to be honest seulgiâs always thought you were a massive prude who would crumble at the sight of a couple holding hands in public so this is actually a pleasant surprise for herÂ
âno fucking way!â seulgi delivers a harsh slap to your shoulder and you press your lips together, your eyes fluttering shut because fuck, the jig is up and now you have to confess to your sins to someone who cannot be farther away than good and holy, âoh my god. y/n y/l/n, you sneaky, sneaky girl. who?!âÂ
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âare those new leg warmers?â lisa looks over at you as you stretch beside her, and you look down at your brand new (grey, with little thunderclouds on them) leg warmers before nodding, âyet another pair for your already extensive collectionâŠâ
âwell, what can i say?â you chuckle, reaching down to smooth them down a little before shrugging, âi wasnât gonna get them, but retail therapy always makes you feel better when youâre feeling like shit.â you blurt out, looking up slightly when you realise that saying retail therapy implies that something happened in which you need to make yourself feel betterÂ
âŠ
âretail therapy? what on earth bugged you so much that you needed to buy something?â lisa snorts, pulling her hair up into a ponytail in the mirrorÂ
âprobably just dealing with the fact that she knows sheâll never be as good of a dancer as i am.â seulgi butts in, letting out a sigh before shaking her head, âitâs okay, y/n. not all of us were meant for the stage.â
âthank you for the reminder, seulgi. you keep me humble.â you joke, giving her a soft smile and acknowledging her attempt at a distraction with a little nod â you ended up telling seulgi absolutely everything in the changing rooms (but not before triple checking that nobody was around to listen, because that wouldâve been a disaster for sure) because⊠well, it was killing you having to hold everything in! and seulgi, believe it or not, was willing to lend an ear and actually listen for a change instead of blabbing her mouth off like the know it all she isÂ
much to your surprise, seulgi told you that she wouldnât tell anyone about this (to be perfectly honest, seulgi thinks it was kind of sick of you to break the rules and date your own teacher, because itâs very unlike y/n y/l/n to do something as taboo as that⊠she has a newfound sense of respect for you because she would probably also do the same thing if she was in your position because who in their right mind wouldnât launch themselves full speed at the chance to date mr. park?? but sheâll never tell you that because she knows it would go to your head and you would try to become best friends with her and sheâs pretty sure that your relationship works better when youâre frenemies who are constantly trying to one-up each other.)Â
âtheyâre a little⊠gloomier than what you usually getâŠâ lisa giggles, reaching over to jab a finger into one of the thunderclouds, âstill cute, though! and it matches the weather.â you turn to glance out the window, frowning at the sight of the dark grey clouds hanging in the air as the the windows tremble from the weight of chubby raindrops smacking against it rhythmicallyÂ
the weather for the past week has been absolutely dreadful and definitely hasnât made you feel any better, but you have to admit that it was kind of relaxing laying in bed all day listening to the sound of the rainÂ
âwell, the weather is shit, but what makes me feel better is knowing that in a few minutes this room is going to flooded in an ocean of hot testosterone-â lisa wraps her arms around herself before shimmying her shoulders with a squeal, âarenât you guys excited?! i donât know why you arenât more excited that we basically get a free pass to flirt with boys for the next two hours-âÂ
âiâve got my eye on seokjin,â ailee chimes in, âgod, i would climb him like a goddamn tree.âÂ
âyou know whoâs actually built like a tree? kim namjoon. you seen those thighs of his?âÂ
âwell, iâm gonna see if i can get paired with hoseok â iâve seen him dance, heâs super good. he does hip-hop too, the man can do it all-âÂ
âyoongi and i already spoke last time so iâm pretty sure weâre gonna hook up in class and also out of class-âÂ
âyou guys just stay away from taehyung, because iâve been eyeing him for so long-âÂ
ây/n, what about you?â you feel lisa nudge your back with her foot and you spin around on your bum to face the group, âwell, i donât think i need to ask you who you want to be paired up with.âÂ
âyou seem to be convinced that jungkook was making googly-moogly eyes at me but iâm telling you that he was just being friendly-â
âoh, well- yes, jungkook was definitely making googly-moogly eyes at you and iâm pretty sure heâs going to try to get paired up with you so donât even worry about that- i was talking about mr. park!â
âwh- what?â your eyes widen slightly and you let out a nervous laugh, âi- what- what makes you think that i- why would i get paired up with mr. park?? thatâs not even- thatâs not even allowed, i donât think a student is allowed to be paired up with a teacher for an exercise like this-â
âwhy are you getting all flustered??â lisa laughs, reaching over to pinch your thigh, âoh my god, i was just teasing you because of the fat crush you have on mr. park, iâm not actually saying youâre going to get paired up with him, dummy-âÂ
âeven if y/n was paired up with mr. park, sheâd probably clomp all over his feet.â seulgi snorts, âbesides, she- oh, shit-â she immediately gets up and you turn to see jimin walk into the room, muscle memory forcing you up from the ground so you can stand with your feet in third position with your hands behind your back next to seulgiÂ
you feel your heart racing in your chest as the familiar smell of his cologne wafts past you and you immediately look down when he walks past you
you just hope that no one can hear how hard your heart is pounding because you wouldâve appreciated some kind of warning before jimin came into the roomÂ
youâre just going to keep your head down and stay in the back of the class for this lesson, and then youâre going to slip out with the girls at the end of class as quickly as you canÂ
âgood afternoon, ladiesâŠâ jimin greets lowly as he makes his way towards the front of the room, his voice slightly raspy from the complete lack of sleep heâs gottenÂ
he drops his duffle bag on the ground as he looks out at the godawful weather, frowning slightly because no oneâs responded to him and he thought he taught you guys better than that! it seems like two weeks without class has turned you girls a little sloppyâŠ
âi said, good afternoon, ladiesâŠâ jimin tries again, emphasising his tone before turning around swiftly with a tilt of his head, leaning back against the counter with toned arms crossed over his chest, âwhatâs the matter, you guys forget your manners?â
âgood afternoon, mr. park!â everyone fumbles to respond to his greeting, and you find yourself barely mumbling out a barely coherent âafternoonâ before continuing to stand in your spot obedientlyÂ
ââŠalright, jesus, i donât know what the hell that was-â jimin scoffs, shaking his head with a mild expression of disgust on his face, âmaybe itâs a good thing miss im and her students are coming over today so you can see how proper students are supposed to act!â he claps his hands together before reaching into his back pocket for his phone, âmiss im will be leading the class today, iâm just gonna be hanging around the back as her co-teacher, but please do your best and try not to embarrass me in front of her students. she just texted me and let me know that sheâll be here on time, so just continue warming up until they get hereâŠâÂ
âsomeone woke up on the bitchy side of bed this morning. what do you think his problem is?â lisa mutters to you as the class disperses back into doing warm-up exercises, and you shrug with one shoulder and plop back down on the groundÂ
âi bet i know.â seulgi snorts, and you shoot her a warning look before she smirks and sends a blowing kiss in your directionÂ
you turn your head slightly to look over your shoulder, surprised to see jimin looking right at you before his eyes flicker and he quickly turns and looks down at his phone insteadÂ
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ânow, the purpose of todayâs class is just to familiarise yourself with dancing with a partner â after all, itâll be one of the things you have to do during your exams at the end of the semester!â nayeon chirps, standing tall with her clipboard held close to her chest, âmr. park and i were dance partners, as you know⊠itâs also important to develop a bond with the person youâre partnered with. if thereâs no bond, thereâs no trust, no warmth, no chemistry, and all of that will be visible on stage through your dancing, so i cannot emphasise how important it is to really strengthen the connection you have with one another.âÂ
âwell, thereâs more than one way to do that-â taehyung mutters, the class breaking into a collection of snorts and giggles before going silent again when jimin gives them one of his signature unimpressed death glaresÂ
heâs barely spoken a word since nayeon and her boys came into the class ten minutes ago because thatâs how mentally checked out he isÂ
itâs actual torture having to be here with you standing across the room as if he doesnât have a million questions lined up and ready to goÂ
were you just lying when you said you loved him? did you know he was awake? did you do it on purpose to get him to become more attached to you??? did you date him so that you would be chosen for the nutcracker at the end of the year?!Â
he made brief eye contact with you earlier (he was staring at the back of your head and wasnât expecting you to turn and look back at him) and he swore he was going to start tearing up when the two of you locked gazes which is why he had to look away so quicklyÂ
âiâve paired you up randomly, so iâm just going to read your names off my list. when you hear your name, pair up with your partner and stand to the left side of the room and wait quietly until everyoneâs been paired up,â nayeon clears her throat, looking down at her list, âlisa and taehyung, jisoo and seokjin, seulgi and namjoonâŠâÂ
jimin resists the urge to blow his cheeks out and roll his eyes out of complete boredom as he stands next to nayeon with his arms behind his back, occasionally glancing down at her list to see how many people still have to be paired up
â-y/n and jungkook-âÂ
he immediately perks up at the mention of your name, eyebrows furrowing when itâs followed by jungkookâs name because what the hell does nayeon mean by y/n and jungkook??Â
âoh, uh-â jimin nudges nayeonâs arm, âyou- you paired y/n up with jungkook? we, uh, did we⊠did we talk about that, orâŠ?âÂ
âwhat do you mean? i asked you if you had any preferences for partners and you told me to sort them out, donât you remember?â nayeon whispers, using the tip of her pen to trace a line down her page before tapping right next to your name and jungkookâs name, âplus y/nâs clearly your strongest student, and jungkook is mine, so iâd like to see how they work together. i think theyâll work out quite well, they already seem to be pretty friendly with each otherâŠâ
ây/n and jungkook.âÂ
you look up when you hear your name being called and you immediately look over at jungkook, offering him a shy smile when he beams and starts to make his way over to youÂ
what a pleasant surprise!
you actually really like jungkook â sometimes he sends you memes on instagram or heâll swipe up and respond to your stories, so the two of you have interacted more than a handful of times and you think heâs a pretty solid guyÂ
and youâd be lying if you said he wasnât handsome (and it kind of gives you an ego boost knowing that he might have a teensy weensy crush on you)
âpst- make him jealous.â you hold back a yelp when seulgi suddenly burrows her fingers into your side and you turn to glare at herÂ
âwhat?â
âmake. him. jealous.â she enunciates through gritted teeth, eyes flickering over to jimin before she looks over at a smiley jungkook, ânothing wrong with being a little petty.âÂ
âwhat- iâm not going to make him jealous, thatâs not going to solve anything-â
âit wonât solve anything, but would it be so wrong to have a little fun to make yourself feel better?âÂ
âseulgi, i donât like being petty and- hi!â you turn your head and greet jungkook with a bright smile, letting out a chuckle afterwards, ânice to see you again.â
âlikewise! iâm glad we got paired up.â he nods, standing a little closer to you as the two of you return your attention to the front where miss. im is in the middle of giving her tips for the girlsÂ
âtry not to help your partner! you kinda just have to trust them â i know itâs very tempting because you know the combination and you know what step comes next, but the best thing to do is to just keep a strong core and focus on yourself! that way, your partner can- you know, kind of put you where you need to go. so, what weâre going to have you do for this exercise is, girls, youâll make up a short combination, tell your partner what that is, and then immediately perform it on the spot.â miss. im turns to look at jimin, âso, mr. park, do you have any tips for the boys?â
âuh, i meanâŠâ jimin purses his lips slightly, âuse your palms, not your fingers. it wouldnât feel good for your partner to have your fingers digging into their ribcages especially. also, youâll be able to have more control when youâre using your palms instead of lifting with your fingers. just, uh⊠yeah, trust in your partner.â he nods, looking over at nayeon to signal that he has nothing more to add
god, he really is out of it todayÂ
âany volunteers?â nayeon purses her lips as she looks around the class, not surprised to see that majority of you are avoiding eye contact with her (it is pretty intimidating dancing with all of your peers looking at you and judging every move, but itâs something that all of you will have to do eventually), âalright, then iâll have to choose, since no one is taking the initiative.â she chirps, smacking her palm flat against her clipboard before turning to look right over at you and jungkook, âjungkook, y/n â would you like to come up here and demonstrate for the rest of the class?âÂ
you feel the hairs on your arm prickle in anxiety as you stand there for a second in silence, both you and jungkook exchanging glances before you turn back to look at miss im with a meek smile, âah- yes, miss im.â
you were expecting everyone to break out and scatter around the room instead of immediately performing in front of the class, but you suppose everyoneâs already warmed up and ready to goâŠÂ
âbepetty.â seulgi coughs quietly, and you turn to see jungkook holding his hand out for you to take
âshall we?â he grins, clearly very confident in your guysâ ability to impress the whole class with your little routine, âdonât worry miss im, y/n and i will try our best not to completely amaze you with our routine, but no promisesâŠâ jungkookâs comment gets a couple of laughs and you giggle lightly before taking his hand and letting him lead you to the frontÂ
âthatâs easy for you to say, iâm the one who has to come up with the routine-â you add on, the corner of your mouth lifting in a knowing smirk when jungkook lets out a laugh and a nodÂ
his hand feels quite warm in yours and your eyes widen a little when you feel his thumb rub over your skin soothingly
âdo your best!â miss im smiles, flicking the main lights off and turning the spotlight ones on as you guys get to the front, ây/n, what combination will you two be demonstrating for your peers?âÂ
ah, shit
âiâŠ.â youâve never been good at thinking of things on the spot, and you canât help but look over at jimin for a split second who seems to be shooting daggers right at jungkook as he stands leaning against the wall by the door, his arms crossed over his chest and his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek before he clears his throat quietly and rubs his lips together a couple of timesÂ
his eyes are lidded slightly and to be honest, if looks could kill, jungkook would be bleeding out on the floor right about now and you canât help but feel a little pleased at the obvious fact that jimin doesnât like that you were paired up with jungkook and definitely doesnât like the fact that miss im chose you and jungkook to demonstrate in front of the classÂ
ây/n?â jungkook elbows you slightly to get your attention and you clear your throat before standing up a little straighter, sorting through all the moves that you know and trying your best to come up with a quick routine on the spot
âoh! i, uh⊠okay, first, iâm gonna piquĂ© attitude to the left, tombé⊠uh, double stepover, and then iâll do⊠ah⊠iâll do⊠échappĂ©-echappe⊠passe-passe, i⊠suppose iâll do a spin and then finish in arabesque?â you smile sheepishly, looking over at miss im and jimin for validation only to get a grunt from jimin and a pleased nod from miss imÂ
that seems like a doable combination, right?
god, you hope soÂ
lisa shoots you a thumbs up from the audience and you clear your throat quietly, taking a few steps back and waiting for your cue as miss im lowers the spotlights slightlyÂ
the last thing you see before the lights dim is jiminâs furrowed brows and clenched jaw and you press your lips together in order to suppress a grinÂ
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âwonderful job, you two. impeccable!â nayeon claps her hands gently along with the rest of the class, a proud smile on her face as she nudges jimin with her elbow, âsee, whatâd i tell you? the two of them fit together like two puzzle pieces, donât you think?âÂ
âyep.â jimin licks over his front teeth in irritation when he notices the way jungkookâs hand lingers on the small of your back (a little too low for his liking, and if he was grading jungkook for an exam heâd immediately dock off a point for hand placement alone) as the two of you bow/curtsey at the front to thank your classmates for the applause and he feels his blood beginning to boil when he sees the shy little smile on your face and the blush spreading across your cheeks when jungkook whispers something in your earÂ
what the fuck is he saying to you thatâs making your cheeks red??Â
âyou have something you want to share with the class, jungkook?â jimin blurts out right before he can even process that heâs blurted something out, his hand instinctively reaching over to smack the main lights back onÂ
the light switching back on so suddenly makes a few of you flinch and you reach up instinctively to shield your eyes, a little puzzled by what the problem isÂ
jimin is completely unbothered as he looks at jungkook and tilts his head, âwell? if you can whisper it to y/n, you can share it with everyone.â
you and jungkook exchange glances of confusionÂ
âoh, i-â jungkook stands up a little taller and jimin canât help but feel drunk on power because of how intimidated he looks right now, âi just said that she did a really good job, mr. park, thatâs all. a-and that she looks very pretty when sheâs focused.âÂ
âinteresting. well, i donât think thatâs a very appropriate comment to make to your peer,â jimin responds immediately, shaking his head before looking over at nayeon, âmiss im, you need to control your hormonal students-â
âwoah, my boys arenât the hormonal ones here-â nayeon scoffs, and jiminâs eyes widen in offence at the dig at you guys even though he technically made the first jab (and also, nayeonâs probably right about that because heâs seen the way you guys look at him and has also heard many of things said about him), âand itâs perfectly fine to compliment a peer! maybe keep the second half of your comment for after class, but donât listen to grumpy mr. park, you two â again, great job, you can go back to your spots.âÂ
awkward, scattered applause makes its way around the room as you and jungkook return to your spots, and lisa gives you a look that says âwhat was that??? weâre definitely talking about this laterâ to which you respond with a quick shrug as you pass by herÂ
âokayâŠâ miss im clears her throat quietly, letting out an uncomfortable chuckle before flipping to the next page on her clipboard, jimin following close behind her as the two of them head back to the front of the room, âlet me see⊠jisoo, seokjin, can you guys come up next?âÂ
âiâm sorry if i- if i made you uncomfortable with my comment, y/n, i really didnât mean to-â jungkook whispers, and you shake your head quickly as you look up at him with a frownÂ
âno, not at all! it was very sweet of you-â you reassure him, reaching down to give his hand a squeeze, âreally, it was very kind of you to say. and you did a great job as well- sorry i almost stepped on your foot when i-â
âoh, thatâs- no, it was really all you, i basically just followed you and made sure to spin you and stuff-âÂ
âjungkook!â jiminâs voice is crisp and it makes you stand straight up as you turn your head to look back at the front, âtalking again while your peers are getting ready to perform up front?âÂ
jungkookâs face turns bright red and he shakes his head quickly, âi- no, sir, iâm- i wasnât-âÂ
âi talked to him first, so if youâre going to bark at someone, you should do it at me-â you raise your hand to get jimin to look over at you before giving him a casual shrug, âmy bad.âÂ
ââyour badâ?â jimin repeats with air quotations, narrowing his eyes at you and almost daring you to continue speaking to him in such a casual tone when you know heâs made it very clear how important it is to speak to him formally when itâs class time, âwell, is there something that youâd like to share with the class since it was so important you had to speak to jungkook about it right now?âÂ
âjust that he did a fantastic job and he looked incredibly handsome doing it,â you chirp, maintaining a smile on your face, âi also said that we did completely amaze everyone with our routine because i guess we just fit together so, so well and- well, the second half of my comment, iâll say to him when the two of us are outside of class, as miss im suggested.âÂ
your comment doesnât get any snickers, which isnât a surprise considering the fact that everyone is probably terrified of how angry jimin looks â but honestly, you have no idea why he seems to be picking on you and jungkook but you have a feeling it has something to do with the breakupÂ
and when you think about that, you canât help but get more infuriated because canât he see that he benefits from you breaking up with him?! now heâs free to date whoever he wants to date
like he said, he can be in a real relationship instead of whatever the fuck the two of you were inÂ
not to mention, you havenât brought your personal feelings into the situation the same way he has (this is a lie, you are definitely acting on your emotions right now but the denial is slathered on thick today) so what makes him think that he has the right to treat you and jungkook like shit just because heâs all pissy?!?!Â
âiâd like to pull y/n out to talk to her for a moment.â jimin immediately turns to look at naeyon with his hands behind his back, nayeon frowning as she looks back and forth between him and you, ânow please, miss im. we wonât be long.âÂ
âwell, can you wait until weâre done?â you pipe up, and that gets you a little stomp on the toes from seulgi because now youâre just doing too much but the rage thatâs building inside of you from having jimin clearly picking on both you and jungkook is becoming unbearable, âi just think the respectable move is to wait until weâre done learning, mr. park. or would you like to continue wasting everyoneâs time by singling out jungkook and i just because youâre clearly in a sour mood for no reason and seem to be enjoying using us as your emotional punching bags?âÂ
the silence is almost palpable, both you and jimin glaring at each other from across the room as everyone stands silently, awkwardly, because what the absolute fuck is going on right now?Â
jiminâs eyes have gone completely dark and if it werenât for the fact that he used to be your boyfriend, you would probably be terrified for basically cussing out your teacher in front of the whole class â but the scale feels balanced now because the current conversation taking place doesnât seem at all like a mr. park vs miss. y/l/n interaction⊠this is a jimin vs y/n interaction.Â
âleave this classroom right now.â jimin says through gritted teeth, his voice eerily low and quiet as he continues staring at you without a single blink, âright fucking now, y/n.âÂ
âno problem.â you snap, swiftly moving your way through the crowd and heading straight for the door, your fists clenched at your sidesÂ
you let the door slam shut behind you, angry tears beginning to brim at the edges of your eyes as you storm down the hallway towards the changing rooms so you can get your bags and go home
you shouldnât have come to class today â you knew that seeing jimin would be too much for you and now look at where itâs gotten you!Â
openly disrespecting jimin not just in front of the girls but also in front of miss imâs boys, which probably mortified jimin because he prides himself on how well-behaved you guys are whenever youâre paired up with students from another class⊠you have a feeling this isnât going to end well at all.Â
the thought of being grilled not just by jimin but also the dean of the school sends a lightning bolt of anxiety right into you and your brain immediately begins to conjure up an email of what youâre going to say in your apology letter because thatâs the type of student you are, not whoever you were just a second agoÂ
you just couldnât help yourself!! youâre running on an inconsistent sleep schedule and you havenât been eating right and youâve barely been drinking water and youâre sad about the breakup and mad at the circumstances and also feeling a little bit like maybe you acted too hastily in the first place and shouldâve communicated with jimin about how you were feeling and what you were insecure about instead of diving head first into the whole crazy jealous girlfriend act and driving him awayÂ
and now it seems to be your ego and your pride standing in the way of making you turn around and just talk to jimin because walking away and accepting that this is just the way things are is the much easier optionÂ
âso stupid,â you sniffle, reaching up to wipe away a stray tear as your bottom lip starts to trembleÂ
youâve ruined everythingÂ
âhey, i didnât say you could leave-â you glance over your shoulder when you hear jiminâs voice as you continue making your way down the stairs, but you pick up your pace when you see him starting to follow you, ây/n, i swear to god-âÂ
âiâm going home, iâm clearly not in the right state of mind to be here right now, mr. park-â
âoh, donât give me that bullshit, y/n-â jimin snaps, âi think you and i both know weâve been avoiding each other but we need to talk because your behaviour today isnât coming out of nowhere-âÂ
âiâm sorry for talking back to you in class, but you were clearly picking on jungkook and i and i was so fucking over it-â you swing the main door open, sneakers squeaking against the linoleum when you come to a sudden stop after seeing how heavy the rainfall isÂ
you contemplate staying and waiting until the rain calms down a little but the thought of having to stay and talk to jimin is just a little too much for you at the momentÂ
âitâs raining out and you donât have an umbrella, you big baby-â jimin changes the subject when thunder suddenly rumbles from outside, stopping at the top of the stairs to look at you, âwhat are you gonna do, walk in the rain?!âÂ
âif thatâs what i wanted to do, then i have every right to do so!âÂ
you came here by bus and you know it doesnât come for another twenty minutes, meaning that not only are you going to have to walk in the rain to the bus stop, youâll also have to wait in the rain until it comes and thatâs just a recipe for the nastiest cold in the entire world
and the thought of having to nurse a horrible cold and nurse your poor heart sounds like a nightmareÂ
ây/n, i know youâre upset but youâre being irrational-â
âso what if i wanna walk in the rain?!â the emotional side of your brain takes over as you glare up at jimin before storming towards the doors, âiâm an adult, i can make my own decisions-âÂ
âi know you are, and i know you can, but, y/n, please-â jimin grabs the back of your arm right as you get to the bottom of the stairs and you immediately fling his arm away, âjust talk to me, please-â
âabout what?!â you adjust the strap of your duffle bag over your shoulder, âwe broke up, itâs for the better, youâre my teacher and iâm your student and we never shouldâve started dating in the first place because it never wouldâve worked out anyway and-â before you know it, everything is coming out of you and you canât find a way to stop or control the words coming out of your mouth, âand i think maybe i shouldnât come to class for a few weeks because itâs going to be weird and i canât- i canât be in the same room as you, jimin, itâs killing me-âÂ
âitâs killing me, too-â jimin admits softly, brown eyes glistening slightly underneath the lights, âi just- i canât stop thinking about you, and i- baby, i- i miss you so much, you have no idea-â your eyes immediately well with tears and you shake your head quickly as you take a few steps back, pushing the door open and stumbling out while unable to tear your gaze away from jiminâs, âplease, we can figure something out, i know we can. i know i want to be with you, y/n, i donât want anyone else, i just want you-â his voice tremors slightly and he reaches out for you, âand i didnât mean it when i called our relationship nothing, i was just hurt and- and angry and- i donât even know why we broke up-âÂ
âyou should be with nayeon, sheâs better for you and-â you lower your voice slightly, âi know you went out with her over the weekend, so-â
âwent out with her??â jimin gawks, almost letting out a laugh of disbelief, âwe met up for coffee to talk about the lesson plan for today- donât think i didnât hear what everyone was muttering about before class, you guys need to cut the gossiping and- oh my god, y/n, is that what this is about?? you think i want to be with nayeon? we broke up for a reason, you- this is so incredibly frustrating, y/n, why canât you just believe me when i say that i want to be with you?!âÂ
everything thatâs coming out of jiminâs mouth makes you feel ten times worse knowing that the two of you canât be togetherÂ
âthis is why we need to sit down and talk about things, be honest and give each other our side of the story, because clearly somethingâs been miscommunicated and-â
âit doesnât matter, jimin, at the end of the day, even if we talk about what happened we still canât be together-â
âwe can, we just- we can figure something out-â the overwhelming reminder that youâll have to tell the dean and all your classmates and face judgement and be gossiped about on top of the already overwhelming emotion of seeing and talking to jimin is just too much for you to bear, and you find your heart skipping more than a few beats out of anxiety because the only thing on your mind right now is to run away and hide from all of thisÂ
âi canât be here, i have to go home, i canât be here right now-â you whimper, turning around to head into the rain, âyou just- we canât be together, jimin-âÂ
ây/n-!â the last thing you hear before you sprint out into the dark, misty rain is the sound of jimin crying out for you and you canât help but burst into tears, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle your sobs
run away run away run away run awayÂ
water splashes up and around you at every step you take, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you keep running down the sidewalk with your duffle bag flopping behind you wildlyÂ
this is too much
everything is just too muchÂ
you just need to go home and then everything will be fineÂ
it doesnât matter that jimin wants to work on things with you (it does, because you do, too), it doesnât matter that he wants to find a way to make things work (it does, because you do, too), it doesnât matter that heâs clearly stated that he wants to be with you and not nayeon (it does, because it reassures you and now you really know that jimin just wants you and you know that you just want him too) because all that matters is that everything is too much to handle and you feel like your head is about to explodeÂ
âso what am i supposed to do then?!â the sound of jiminâs voice down the street immediately makes you stop and turn around, and youâre glad that itâs raining like this to mask the tears streaming down your face
you arenât surprised that heâs caught up to you, and you stand still as you look at him standing across from you, all the way at the end of the block, âwhat the FUCK am i supposed to do, y/n, huh?!â he yells, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pounding against his chest a few times, âyou want me to stand here and act like i donât love you?! like we never happened?! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!âÂ
âiâŠâ
âtell me thatâs what you want and iâll leave it alone, y/n. all you have to do is tell me that this is what you want.â your feet are stuck in place as jimin jogs right over to you and you resist the very strong urge to look away from him again but he just looks so sad and you hate yourself for doing this to him
âit was wrong of me to pressure you to tell your friends about us the way that i did, i know that.â jimin nods, slicking his hair back with a hand, âi fucked up, and iâm sorry for doing that. but i meant it when i said i wanted to be in a proper relationship, y/n, because i want to be able to hold your hand in public, i wanna take you out for dinners without constantly feeling like weâre going to get caught, i- i want to show you off! i wanna show you off because i⊠i love you, y/nâŠâÂ
jimin shakes his head in disappointment when your only response is to stand there, staring at him with wide, trembling eyesÂ
he waits one, two, three seconds for you to say something, to say literally anything and he hates that you still have nothing to say to himÂ
even if you said you didnât want to be with him, that would be a better response than you just standing there staring at himÂ
forget itÂ
obviously youâve made your answer clear, and now he knows that he was 100% more invested in you than you were in himÂ
if you want him to pretend like he doesnât care about you and that youâre just another one of his students, heâs perfectly capable of doing thatÂ
he was a little out of control today, but heâll be able to manage it in future classes
the thought of transferring you to another teacherâs class briefly flits through his mind but heâs reminded by the fact that heâd have to talk to the dean about that and then the dean would have to ask why jimin wants to transfer you and thatâd just be a whole thingÂ
plus, the semesterâs nearly over so pretty soon jimin wonât have to be forced to be in the same room with the woman he loves but he canât say he lovesÂ
itâs going to fine
everything is going to be fineÂ
heâs been broken up with before, and heâs picked himself up and has moved onÂ
he can do thisÂ
âfine, y/n.â he scoffs to himself, turning on his heel to head back towards the building, âif thatâs what you want, i canât change your mind. iâm sorry. i wonât push it any further.âÂ
âi was gonna talk to the dean!â
jimin stops in his tracks when you finally speak up, and he turns to look over his shoulder to see that youâve taken one step forward but hesitating to come any closer to him like a scared baby deerÂ
he doesnât move, afraid that if he moves too quickly he might scare you off and stop you from what youâre about to sayÂ
âwhat?â he asks quietly, turning around to face you and relieved to see that you donât seem like youâre about to take off againÂ
âi was- i was gonna talk to the dean.â you repeat quietly before averting your gaze, âiâd made an appointment and everything, i was gonna talk to the dean about us because i- i love you⊠too.â you blurt out, looking back up at him, âi love you too, but iâm⊠scared.âÂ
âscared of someone finding out?âÂ
âwell, thatâs a pretty big chunk of it because i could get expelled and you could get fired, but iâm also scared because⊠the last time i felt this way about someone, they left me for their ex six months after we said i love you to each other.â you swallow thickly, feeling slightly ashamed and embarrassed to admit that about yourself since itâs not something you like to bring up, âi⊠if there is even a 1% chance of you and nayeon getting back together, i donât want any part of it. and i know thatâs unfair of me to say because life happens and i get it but-â you whimper, feeling your heart splinter at the reminder of how broken up you were over your previous relationship, âas much as i love you and i want to work on things with you, i donât wanna be hurt again-âÂ
âyou wonât be, y/n-â
âyou donât know that-â
âbut i do!â jimin drops to his knees, looking up at you from the ground as he keeps his hands firm on the sides of your thighs, âbaby, i do know that- i donât know what crazy rumour you guys cooked up but iâm not secretly in love with nayeon- i wanna be with you, please, please just give us a chance to make it work-â
âiâm still your student, jiminâŠâ you sniffle, reaching up to wipe at your red eyes, âall of this doesnât change the fact that you are my teacher and i am your student, and the both of us never shouldâve started doing this in the first place-âÂ
âiâll talk to the dean about getting you transferred to another class, or- or i can transfer to another class- i will make it work, y/n, we can make this work.âÂ
you chew on the inside of your cheek anxiously as you look down at jimin, jimin who youâre hopelessly in love with, jimin who you love waking up next to and falling asleep beside, jimin who wakes you up with kisses on the face and a mug of tea (you hate tea, you just drink it because itâs him), jimin who you know you want to be with because itâs been so long since youâve felt so strongly and so surely about someone and⊠well, itâs jimin.Â
âokay.â you nod slowly, reaching down to cup his cheek gently before swiping your thumb against his skin, âokay, we can make it work. i wanna make this work, but i think the first thing we have to do is talk to the dean because i donât know how much longer i can hide it from everyone-!â you donât get much of a chance to say anything else before jiminâs shooting up from the ground, pulling you in for a kiss as your duffle bag drops to the groundÂ
âoh my god, i missed you so much, you have no idea how much-â jimin murmurs against your lips, his arm looping around your waist to pull you in closer, while your arms sling around his neck and your fingers curl into the hair at the back of his headÂ
âi missed you too-â you laugh lightly, heart thrumming happily in your chest as you find yourself pressing closer into jiminâs familiar warmth, âwe can make this work.âÂ
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after hours, part two (teaser) â coming december 22
â summary. you always promised yourself your time with him would be over soon, that your lips would touch for one last time before you're under him again. relapsing again. but who knew withdrawal from min yoongi would be so soon, and this painful? | part one.
pairing. fuckboy!basketball captain!min yoongi x fem!reader
genre. smut (18+), angst, fluff, fuckboy au, college au, unrequited love au.
teaser warnings. mature language, they are about to do the nasty, jealous yoongi? o.o, they're kind of in public lol.
this yoongi is inspired by @kithtaehyung âs yoongi on 3 tangerines !!
word count. 0.8k for teaser, and est 20k for full fic, but can be more or less âĄ
note. itâs finally coming guys!! iâm sorry for the long wait, life got way too busy and i had to put writing on the backburner for a while đ
but itâs coming back!! iâm really excited and nervous to share this part with you all. hope u guys enjoy this teaser đ i got this gif from @/psicoticos !
links. series masterlist ; main masterlist ; taglist ; feedback
âWe shouldnâtââ You moan lightly when he shuts you up with another kiss, your words faltering on your throat as your mind gets dizzy. âDonât you haveâmpnh, interviews to do?â
âThose bastards can wait.â You chuckle and Yoongi smiles through his kisses, his veiny hands shamelessly grabbing your ass through your jeans.
Love or lust, your heart beats fast.Â
It rings on your ears as you kiss the life out of him, fluttering and forgetting the thorns that sink into your flesh.
âYou said youâd be quickâshit.â You gasp once his hand unbuttons your jeans and fingers press on your clit through your already stained panties.
Yoongi licks his lip, eyes watching your every move as if you were his prey, âI will.â
âWell, this doesnât look quick, asshole.â You scoff, and Yoongi rolls his eyes.
âFine. Impatient little slut.â Yoongi chuckles, âTake off the rest of your jeans yourself then.â
Your throat dries up and your insides stir in desire, a heat wave consuming your body at his words and the raspiness of his velvet voice.
You do as told and once your jeans hit the floor, his hand slaps your butt.
You gasp.
He smirks.
âHave I told you how obsessed I am with this ass?â Yoongiâs hand gropes the flesh of your butt, green veins popping out from his hands he squeezes your skin.
âA few times,â You bite your chapped lipâyou canât moan or people will hear you.
She will hear you.
Your eyes widen as Yuriâs face flashes inside your mind and your heart stops.
Fuck.Â
You shouldnât be doing this.
âDo you even have a condom?â Your breath is short, heavy, and Yoongi curses under his breath.
âFucking hell, I have none.â
âDumbass.â You click your tongue, âDid you even think before coming up to me?â
Yoongi shrugs, âI didnât think. I was fuckinâ horny.â
Another deja vu.
âCherry flavoured?â
âYeah. The cashier said it tastes good or some shit.â
âSo you knew this would happen?â You hum suspiciously, and Yoongi chuckles, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You almost wince at his touch. The damn shivers are back again.
He shrugs, âWith you or another girl, I was fuckinâ horny tonight. So yeah.â
You gulp thickly.
Yoongiâs lips are on your collarbone, and he licks your flesh with a tenderness reserved for lovers, âWhatever, doll. How about I come and get you tonight, hm? I wanna fuck you.â
You clear your thoat, suppressing a moan that tries to slip out from his dangerous touch, âArenât you going to the party tonight?âÂ
âIâm not in the mood. Iâd rather fuck your pussy.âÂ
âJeez, always a gentleman,â You roll your eyes and he chuckles, âAnd, are you insane? Youâre the star of the night and you donât want to go?âÂ
Yoongi shrugs once more, his hand tracing the lines of your waist, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, âAs I said, Iâm not in the mood.â
âWell, Iâm actually busy tonight. Iâm going to the party.â
At your words, he stops the movement of his fingers and his eyebrows lift, âSince when do you go to parties?â
âYou asshole,â You scoff, âWe literally met at a party. Iâve just beenâŠ.busy these past few months,â He smirks and you roll your eyes once more.
Yeah. Youâve been real busy fucking the man before you.
âCan I fuck you then?âÂ
You blink, âAt the party?â
He nods and your eyes widen.
âNo way, are you insane?! Yuriâs there, andââ
âFuck Yuri, I donât give a shit what she thinks.â
You scoff and take his hand off your waist so you can cross your arms, âWell, I do. If she catches us Iâm fucked.â
âItâs just sex, doll.â Yoongi rolls his eyes.Â
Your eyes glint weakly as you clear your throat, âYeah, I know.â You huff faintly, âI justâŠ.Itâs too risky. Go ask another girl or something.â
The words leave venok on your mouth, a bitter acid that burns your tongue as you think
Yoongi hums silently, his eyes boring holes into your face as the air grows mute.Â
The silence is thickening.
You gulp, and as if a ring from the universe above, you feel your phone vibrating on your pocket, and you curse at the bad fucking timing.
You swipe left and put the phone on your ear, âHey, Tae, everything okay?â
âNo. Where the fuck are you? Yuri was just here asking for you and annoying the hell out of me. That girl does not know how to shut up, goddamn.â
âUm, Iâm withâuhâŠ.â You gulp, your eyes shifting above you, catching Yoongiâs dark eyes for a second.Â
Theyâre intense, sharp. A contrast from how they were not even a minute ago.
âYouâre with Yoongi, arenât you?â Taehyung sighs through the phone, and you gulp thickly.Â
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wave to anchor ⟠jhs. [M]
â pairing; poseidon!hoseok x curvy!reader (f.)
â genre/rating; s2l, greek god au, slow burn, infidelity, smut, 18+
â summary; trapped in a loveless marriage, all you crave is a wet night full of bliss and passion.
â word count; 21.1k
â warnings;Â mentions of toxic relationship, (readerâs husband calls her a fat-fuck like the little bitch he is), silver-haired!hoseok, daddy!hoseok, hard dom!hoseok, big dicc!hoseok, brat!reader, sub!reader, jealousy, unprotected sex, rough sex, degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, double penetration (both holes), masturbation (f.), multiple orgasms, orgasm control/denial, pain kink, size kink, dirty talk, sex toys (use of vibrator and trident-ended dildo), oral (m. and f. receiving), fingering (both holes), body worshipping, clit biting, panty sniffing, squirting, spanking, face fucking, some love making, cum eating, rimming, anal play, cum play, spit play, breast play, nipple play, a tidal wave of filth :)))
â„ special thanks to miss sol ( @jamaisjoonsâ ) for making this beautiful banner for me. and huge thanks to kat ( @yeoldontknow ) for titling this monster for me, sammy ( @chateautaeâ ) for reading it over when i was feeling stuck, betaing for me and keeping me motivated, and eva ( @nottodayjjkâ ) for betaing yet another long ass fic in a very short time frame. ily alll soooooooo much!!
â To The Lighthouse
â Hosted by: (yours truly) Professor Bee through @bangtansorciereâ
† au type: rough waters - infidelity
† themes: god/goddess, slow burn
† kinks: clit biting, panty sniffing, squirting, spanking, face fucking, pain kink, size kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, masturbation, anal play, cum play,Â
Hoseok flips the page of the book in his hand. To the Lighthouse; your favourite novel. Heâs read it fourteen times since youâve mentioned it a few summers ago. You were eighteen, nervous and shy. You clutched onto the book like a lifesaver, holding it to your chest whenever someone asked you about it. He smirks at how much youâve grown, that shy smile of yours becoming a bit more confident as you replace the security books for friendship. Hoseok still reads it though. Itâs the best way to silently keep a part of you close.Â
You sit by one of your friends (Jimin might be his name but Hoseok never really cared enough to remember it) across the tearoom. Youâre looking up at the one who works here, laughing along as another friend teases him.
âI like you better in uniform,â he smirks.Â
âIâll poison your tea, Jungkook. Donât test me.â
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