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#jin drabble
jinkookspencil · 4 months
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a way to wake | ksj
you're fast asleep and seokjin has to wake you up... an old method he used on his friend eventually comes to mind
description/tags/note: seokijn drabble / fluff + suggestive / established relationship / i had this idea in my head for a while, ever since i found out how jin used to wake up jungkook when they were younger... and i ended up writing the whole thing while stuck in traffic on a random afternoon / i am actively working on til you make it 2 whenever i have the time! i'm glad i took my time with it, i improved it in all this time and am still thinking of ways to improve it little by little / also, i often get ideas or scenarios in my head that could be mini pieces, not even a drabble - some are barely even 500 words. would you guys be interested in stuff like that? lmk!! / anyways, enjoy!! / edit: i edited this fic to make it even more suggestive. they both hint at yn wanting jin to wake her up by touching her.
wc: ~1.3k words
Seokjin didn’t have it in him. You were sleeping so peacefully beside him, as you had through all seven of your alarms, likely finally getting in a good rest after many sleepless nights… and he had to disturb it?
He knew he didn’t really have a choice - you were already running late. It wasn’t going to be a problem for Seokjin really, after you both showered, it’d only take him a couple more minutes at most to change into his suit. You, on the other hand, always needed some extra time to get ready, and that ‘extra’ time was getting shorter and shorter the more he let you sleep.
You’d want him to wake you up, he knew that for certain, as well as the fact that you would probably scold him as well as yourself for your sleeping in. That reminder is what finally got him to nudge and rub your shoulder.
“Jagiya?”
He repeats the action numerous times, raising the volume of his voice every time, but still, you slept.
“Honey,” he calls with a laugh, tickling your side, belly, and thigh. Your elbow twitches once, but never again despite him repeating the action over and over again. “We need to leave soon. You need to wake up now, darling.”
Nothing.
He gets up to pull open a bit of the curtains, letting sunlight stream in and disrupt the darkness of your bedroom.
Still, nothing.
Frustrated now, Seokjin pulls out his phone and quickly takes a photo of you sleeping - just for himself - before opening up the music app. He plays clips of several songs, and all you do is wince, sleeping through them as you did your alarms.
“Are you faking it?” he asks aloud to your sleeping body. “Jagi… if you’re faking sleep, I swear I won’t eat you out tonight. I’m serious.”
Nothing.
That definitely would’ve done it if you were faking sleep. Really, you had no reason to fake it - you'd panic at the mere thought of running late - but Seokjin couldn’t eliminate the possibility entirely. You could be a bit of a brat at times.
He half considers physically pulling you out of bed, throwing a plushie at you, or emptying a water bottle on you, until he remembers a failsafe. A way that couldn’t hurt you like manhandling could, nor anger you with wet pajamas and sheets.
Jungkook’s way.
Seokjin giggles to himself at the thought. He had never tried it on any of his exes in the past, just Jungkook, really. It wasn't uncommon for boys to do such a thing at that age, especially when they were playfully roughhousing, which, with Jungkook, happened every day and at any time of day. Seokjin always had the edge by starting off Jungkook's days just like that - it always did the trick... And considering the other similarities you shared with Seokjin's younger friend, it wasn’t something to dismiss entirely.
Slowly, he turns you until you’re lying entirely on your back against the mattress, facing the ceiling with shut eyes. He moves from his position next to you until he’s over you, straddling your body with a knee planted on either side of your hips. He never took on this position with Jungkook of course, and almost started regretting it already - you felt too good.
“Jagi,” he whispers, pulling away the blanket from your body and letting his hand graze the skin at your collarbone and your stomach by the hem of your pajama top. He kisses your neck once, calling your name. It was the final chance he'd give you before he’d pull the trigger.
And you didn’t budge.
He sighs in defeat, not holding back his smile any longer when he sees your hardened nipples peak through the thin fabric of your top. Ready. Just for him.
With his index finger and thumb on both hands, Seokjin pinches and fiddles with your raised buds for mere seconds before you shoot up, finally awake.
“Wh?! W..what the fuck?! Jin!” you yell, wriggling underneath your fiancé’s body as he laughs, tumbling over you.
“I can’t believe that worked,” he says between his giggles, stopping only when you lazily reach towards his chest. “YA! I only did that to wake you up. You slept through your alarms, bub. We’re running late.”
“WHAT?!” you yell, pushing him off of you and hurriedly searching for your phone. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner?
“I TRIED!” he protests, getting off the bed. “You slept like a rock. Who knew squeezing your nipples would finally do it? It’s what I used to do to Jungkook when we shared a dorm. Though, of course, I used to twist his nipples to the point where he was certain I detached them from his body somehow. I tried handling you with care, princess.”
“Couldn’t you have used your fingers somewhere else, Seokjin? A bit lower perhaps? You know, something Jungkook doesn’t have? Something you could only possibly do with your girlfriend?”
Seokjin stares at you. Despite the fact that you’d looked delectable asleep and under him already, the thought never occurred to him. Of course the thought wouldn’t occur to him. This wasn’t a conversation you had had together and he hadn’t gotten your consent or any hint that it’d be something you would want. Unless of course, he had been the reason you refused to wake up… Seokjin’s mind wanders with a desperate need within him to have the conversation then and there, knowingly unprepared if you’d admitted to it all. Wanting to be woken up that way. A dream, perhaps. They might have just forget the event altogether…
He begins following you around the room with pleas for a moment to talk, but you don’t turn back for a second until it is to do the exact opposite of handling him with care - dragging and pushing him into the bathroom.
Seokjin watches as you undress, doing the same and half hoping for a quickie, considering your eagerness. He almost felt his length begin to harden, but soon you’re pushing him once more, into the tepid shower with a loofah in hand. He tries to put his thought away for now, caring for your body in another way he felt so privileged to do. To maximize efficiency, you wash yourselves and one another before going about your routines at double the pace. Seokjin’s entirely dressed in minutes, save for his suit jacket, while you were still getting ready, wearing a lingerie set underneath a robe. Extra time for you, and extra time for him to admire you.
“Help me with my dress,” you command him, stepping into a dress he promptly zips up, but not before he drinks up the sight of you in brown silk and lace underneath. Stood behind you, he watches as you adorn yourself with jewelry but can’t stop his hand from snaking over your waist, softly cupping your breasts over the fabric of your dress. You don’t react save for a sharp inhale, continuing to adorn your look. You’re so stunning it almost brings him to his knees. He’d happily allow his body to get there, too, kneeling to tease you at the very least and at most, sneaking his head underneath your dress and pulling down your underwear - just for a taste. But instead, he nudges his head in the crook of your neck - softly kissing along the chain of your necklace. “Tell me, honey… were you dreaming of me? Is that why you didn’t want to wake up?”
You roll your eyes, playfully swatting Seokjin’s hand on your waist, his fake arrogance replaced with a wide smile in seconds. “We need to leave.”
“I made a promise,” Seokjin says, wearing his jacket. “While you were asleep. I made a promise.”
“Oh?” you question, spraying perfume on the two of you. The final touch.
“I said that if you were faking sleeping through your alarms, I wouldn’t eat you out tonight.”
The promise makes you stop in your tracks towards the front door, Seokjin getting there first with an intrigued expression on his face when he looks back. “Since you weren’t faking it, that means I have to do it. And since you slept through the many different ways I tried waking you up… I guess it seems I gotta get you to do something else.... gotta get you somewhere.... many different ways tonight…. Oh, and of course, you won't be faking it this time around as well.”
He’s unsure if the redness in your cheeks is heat flooding your system or makeup he simply hadn’t noticed a minute prior. As you make your way towards your fiancee, you see smugness only slightly present on his face, overshadowed by sincerity - that of a genuine promise. Your hands fiddle with Seokjin’s tie before resting on his chest.
“I didn’t realize dreams could manifest into reality that quickly.”
“I knew it,” Seokjin smiles, kissing your hand as his ears go red. The idea of you actually having a wet dream about him this long into your relationship… the fact that you’d dream of him and his body pleasuring yours, after only hours apart in sleep… it sent him into a frenzy.
“I mean, I know I’ll hear it tonight, but I kind of wish you’d been moaning my name in your sleep…”
“Well, you didn’t see my pajama shorts, did you?,” you whisper, flicking Seokjin’s nipple over his shirt. He winces but is quick to disregard the pain - his face flushed, and he suddenly doesn’t know what to do with his hands, trying to reach for your waist, thigh, or ass - you push him away.
“It was a very vivid dream, honey. Don’t you worry… I’ll tell you all the many different ways I want it. The ways you did it… And tomorrow, wake me up like it never ended.”
There it was.
“Can we stay in? We’re late already,” Seokjin whines. “We can get a head start. Morning to morning…” He feeling his knees buckling at the thought, slowly trying to pull you closer to him in persuasion. You don’t budge and open the door instead.
“You know we can’t…. Now’s your time to dream of me.”
The hunger within him only grew, already fantasising of the of the night to come. Now, he was in competition with himself and he’d make sure your reality is far better than anything you could dream of.
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hyungieyoongi · 1 year
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Things They Do After You Get Engaged – Hyung Line
Pairing: Hyung Line x Reader (not poly)
Genre: Fluff (like extremely fluffy fluff) 
Word Count: 1.0K
A/N: hyung line forever 
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Jin 
“Jin, not again,” you whispered in panic to your fiancé, looking around at the many pairs of eyes staring at you in the park. You gave a soft smile to an elderly woman who was holding a hand to her heart, watching the two of you with fond eyes.
“Y/N, you are the love of my life. I am so lucky to call you mine. Will you be my wife? Marry me?” Jin asked, holding onto your left hand. He raised it to his lips, giving you a wink as he placed a gentle kiss to the back of it. Your cheeks flushed pink at his actions, shaking your head at your ridiculous life partner with affection.
“Yes, of course I will,” you said, letting out a sigh as the bystanders surrounding the two of you broke out into light applause. Jin smiled at you, standing up as he took you in his arms.
“Sweetheart, you can’t propose every time we are out in public,” you murmured into his chest, recovering from the slight embarrassment you felt as a result of Jin’s public display of affection.  
“But then how will people know how much I love you?” Jin asked seriously, pulling back to look at you. You held up your left hand, the diamond glinting in the sunshine.
“I think that was the whole point of this,” you said. “Remember how you gave it to me the first time you proposed?”
“Ah yes, well, I just like reliving my favorite moment,” Jin said, taking your hand in his and entwining your fingers so you could carry on with your walk.
“Is this going to stop any time soon?” you asked.
“Hmm, I’m not sure, want me to ask again?”  
“You’re insufferable,” you groaned.
“Good thing you love me anyway,” Jin said, wrapping his arm snuggly around you.
“Aren’t you lucky,” you teased.
“Yes, yes, I am.”
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Yoongi
“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked, glancing over at you with a confused expression behind his glasses.
You were frantically searching for your engagement ring underneath the kitchen table, hoping the sixth place you looked would finally be successful. You placed the ring in the same place every night before bed; this morning, it wasn’t there.
“Yoongi, get over here and come help me,” you said, frantically sweeping the wood floor with your eyes trying to spot a glimpse of the silver band.
“Babe, slow down, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asked, standing in front of you, hands on your shoulders to force you to stop your manic search efforts.
“I can’t find it,” you wailed, starting to break down from frustration. “My engagement ring—it’s gone!”
Much to your surprise, Yoongi chuckled.
“What could possibly be funny at a time like this?” you nearly shouted, stepping away from him in shock. Yoongi stopped laughing at your response, but a smirk still played at his lips.
“Y/N, I took it to the jeweler to get cleaned today. I’ll pick it up tomorrow morning on my way to the studio,” Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly. Your jaw dropped open slightly in shock, relief flooding your system as you realized it was in safe hands.
“Yoongi, I swear to God, if you ever do that again without telling me,” you threatened, stepping toward him with finger extended menacingly toward him. Yoongi held his hands up, acting innocent.
“Hey, I was just trying to be nice! I know it makes you happy when your ring sparkles.”
“If you weren’t so sweet, I’d throttle you right now,” you grumbled. Yoongi looked at you with pride.
“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my future wife.”  
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Hoseok
This morning, it was a bright pink sticky note.
Good morning, sunshine, have a great day at work!
Yesterday, it was green.
Hello, my love, miss you already! See you at dinner!
Since the two of you got engaged, you had gotten used to occasionally seeing a neon sticky note on your dresser in the morning as you got ready for the day. Your engagement ring was always sitting next to the note, lid of the black, velvet box open to show off the beautiful diamond.
The first time it happened, you asked Hoseok about it while the two of you cuddled on the couch later that evening.  
“I just want to make you smile every morning, even on the days I have to leave earlier than you for work, and I don’t get to see you,” Hoseok explained, lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he continued to watch the show the two of you had started. Only your fiancé could manage to say one of the most romantic things you had ever heard sound so nonchalant.
You placed the ring on your finger, admiring it for a moment. You added the sticky note to your collection of them at the bottom drawer of your jewelry box before taking out your phone to text Hobi.
Thank you for making me smile, I love you.  
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Namjoon
You lifted the covers gently, trying not to wake your fiancé sleeping soundly next to you. You scooted under the duvet, a content sigh leaving your lips as your head finally hit the pillow. You were up late working on a project for work, Namjoon long having gone to bed before you finished for the night. 
You reached over his sleeping form to turn off his bedside lamp that he had left on. As you reached the switch, you felt Namjoon shift slightly, making you freeze. 
“Love? You finally coming to bed?” Namjoon asked, his voice muffled and rough from sleep. 
“Yes, go back to sleep,” you whispered, successfully turning the switch, engulfing the room in darkness. 
Namjoon turned around to face you after you laid back down, eyes still closed. He reached for your left hand, bringing it up to his lips to place a kiss on the empty ring finger where your engagement ring sits throughout the day—it was a habit that Namjoon had started after the two of you became engaged a few months ago. When you took your ring off at the end of the day and the two of you went to bed, Namjoon would take your hand in his, kissing the ring finger that symbolized your future together. It never failed to make your heart flutter. 
“Goodnight, Joonie,” you whispered. 
“Goodnight, my love.”
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mikrokcsmos · 1 year
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Kith
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synopsis; in which Jin can’t resist the adorable toddler antics of his daughter, not even when he’s on a vlive.
pairing; dad!seokjin x mom!reader
genre; fluff, humor, drabble, idol au, domestic au, dad au, vlive au, married au
warnings; just Jin being the sweetest dad ever 🥹
rating; PG-13
w/c; 707
a/n; but like, can y’all picture it as much as I have? this is something he would most definitely do for his little one and I’m not SOBBING you are!!!! ps - kith is how I used to say ‘kiss’ when I was young as well as say ‘lippy’ when I wanted to wear lipstick/chapstick sooooo that’ll be incorporated in this fic. 😙
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Jin could hear the shuffle of tiny feet and loud giggles before his office door swung open, only to slam back against the wall. He made an involuntary wince, nervous chuckle spilling out.
In an instant the vlive was flooded with the same topic of comments, more than well aware who the culprit was behind the noise from previous streams.
OMG WHERE IS SHE????
ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE SHE’S BEEN ON HERE!!!
You tried, you really tried.
There was only so much you could do to entertain your 3 year old daughter while her father did his vlive in the other room. From Barbie’s, to cars, to board games, to books, to arts and crafts, to dance parties, to glitter, to glam —
Which unfortunately for Jin, was the last thing you both did before your daughter decided that enough was enough and your makeover was complete so now she was determined to do daddy’s as well.
By the time your exhausted body was able to make it to his office, she had already made herself comfortable on his lap. She was waving at the camera and smiling wide, lipstick stained teeth being shown to who knows how many people tonight. Jin’s eyes flicker up to meet your apologetic ones behind the camera, mouth opening to assure you that it was okay, when your daughter decided she had other plans.
“Daddy, lippy!” She demanded, thrusting her small hands your way. You raise a brow at her, crossing your arms over your chest.
Your voice is calm, but stern.
“What do we say, love?”
She pouts cutely, bottom lip jutting out as she sinks into her father’s embrace at your ‘mom’ voice.
“Pwease, can I have lippy?”
“Well, baby, that depends on daddy and if he wants to wear lippy.”
All it takes is one puppy dog eyed look from his daughter and he’s sighing in defeat, nodding his head at you and putting his hand out towards you to grab the lipstick container from you.
You mouth the words ‘sorry, honey’ as you give it to him. He gives you a playful glare, but smiles to let you know not to take him seriously. Sitting off to the side, still behind the camera, you sit down on the large bean bag your husband insisted he needed in his home office.
You watch the chaos unfold with a content smile. Your daughter turns around in his lap, and once he hands her the uncapped lipstick, all caution gets thrown to the wind. Once she deems him to be done, she looks over at you with one last demand from her tiny, devious little mind.
She brings her hands out wide, to then quickly smash them together with a loud clap.
“Now, kith!”
You and Jin look at each other, having a silent conversation. In the end, he just shrugs his shoulders and leaves the decision up to you. You close your eyes, letting out a quiet exhale, before you heave yourself back up to stand, walking over to them the short distance and into the view of the camera for the first time.
The comments begin to explode over what they see, but not from the sweet kiss you have with your husband, no.
It’s because of your very obvious, pregnant belly that sticks out like a sore thumb. Something you both have kept secret for 7 months now.
When you pull away, he plants a kiss on your white oversized t-shirt wearing belly, leaving a perfect lipstick stain of his lips. You lean your body sideways against him, and his head lays on your belly. Your daughter gives a small kiss of her own and when you stare at the monitor of your perfect little soon to be family of four, your heart bursts with both warmth and love.
Your daughter lets out a big yawn, and Jin just laughs, patting her head.
“Alright, looks like it’s time to sign off. Thank you everyone for joining and all of the congratulations and well wishes for the new baby. Till next time, bye!”
As if all of you planned it prematurely, you all pucker your lips at the camera while you wave, and give the heart sign.
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jeonbunnie · 8 months
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i hate u, i love u
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pairing: reader x seokjin
anon requested: “i hate u, I love u by gnash ft. olivia o'brien with jin an angst and smut. Y/N is jin's side chick but he always goes back to his gf... college au please”
summary: If loving Jin is wrong, you don’t wanna be right.
genre: friends to lovers; angst; smut; fwb; 18+
soundtrack: i hate u, I love u — gnash ft. olivia o'brien
content/warnings: best friend!seokjin; established relationship, college!au, unrequited love, swearing, dirty talk, unprotected sex
word count: 1k
♪ I hate you, I love you. I hate that I love you ♪
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It was a mistake to sleep with your best friend. You hadn’t planned on ending your one-night stand together in anything but a night of pleasure. Jin was fresh out of a breakup, and it was messy and stupid, but you wanted to fix it for him, to take the pain away.
So when he kissed you, begging you to help him get over her—you didn’t hesitate. You kissed him back.
It was pity at first, and then lust, but soon after, much, much more than that.
Jin tasted like tears and salt and heartbreak. And every time he held your hand, had your back, or made you laugh,
And every kiss was a memory, a moment of passion brought to life with a new feeling.
Afterward, nothing was ever the same for you.
You loved him. And not like a friend.
Stupidly, when you started sleeping with Jin, you thought you would be unaffected. You knew what you were waking into. You weren’t a blushing virgin, and Jin wasn’t your time having a friend with benefits. You were a big girl; you could handle yourself. Or so you thought.
You both swore it wouldn’t happen again, but it did. And it became a habit. Every time things ended with Jin’s on-again-off-again girlfriend, you’d find him in your dorm, too late for his arrival to be anything more than casual sex.
And tonight was no different. So you let Jin sneak into your dorm and steal kisses in the dark, whispering sweet things into your ear, calling you darling, baby, angel. The words melted on his tongue as sweetly as they melted your heart.
It was a mistake to take him as a friend and lover. Nothing about hooking up with Jin was easy. You knew a part of him was using you, but the sex.
All day long, all you could think about was his kiss.
You waited for the moment he would grab you by the waist, his hot breath on your neck.
“Did you miss me?” He whispered as he caressed your body.
And when his hands slipped between your thighs to rub at that sweet spot while his mouth—god, his mouth—left wet kisses down your neck, how could you say anything else but yes?
You liked how he kissed you, how his plush lips moved smoothly against yours, tongue hot in your mouth.
“Yes,” you breathed. You liked how Jin touched you, rubbing sweet circles on your clit till you were a whining mess, till you couldn’t help but beg for more. And he’d give it to you, sliding his thick fingers inside you when you needed it most, fingering you just right, making you see stars.
You liked how he fucked you, slow and deep, cock pounding into you while his hands held thighs apart, giving full access to claim your body as he saw fit.
“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” He’d tease, knowing you could only answer him with a moan.
He never really waited for an answer, preferring to swallow down your moans; each whimper of yours only drove him to move faster and deeper with every thrust till you lost your breath and mind.
You loved the feeling of him taking you completely, sliding his thick cock inside you. You didn’t know that he was stealing more than just your breath away.
He stole your heart, too.
And you let him, giving yourself to him every other night like an offering; your body is soft and pliant, like a ripe peach, ready for the taking. Jin was all too eager to take a bite. Little by little, piece by piece. Until let him have you whole.
And when you came back down from the high, body still trembling, Jin wasted no time scooping you into his arms, curling you into his body. You laid in his arms, sure you could have him like this forever.
But forever only lasted as long as it took for his girlfriend to apologize.
A ping on the bedside table brings you both
back to reality. Jin reached for his phone, trying to cover the light from the notification, but you didn’t have to see the message.
You already knew who it was from.
So why was it that this time, watching him put on his clothes in the middle of the night nearly broke your heart in two?
You stop him with a hand on his wrist before he can go. “Jin, don’t go.”
“What?”
“Don’t go. I want you to stay.”
You don’t say what you mean:
Please don’t go back to her.
Please stay with me.
The words are on your tongue, but too much time has passed for you to tell him how you feel. All you can do is hold on tight, desperate to keep him by your side.
Jin freezes in your hold. “You know I can’t do that…”
“Why?” you ask. “Why do you always go back to her, even when she’s the one that hurts you the most?”
It’s this question that made Jin face you. He sat on the bed, reaching over to cup your cheek. Despite yourself, you can’t help but lean into the touch like a lovesick puppy.
“Because I love her. I’ll always go to her.”
And though his touch is gentle, the words hit you like a slap because it was the truth.
“You understand, don’t you?”
That was the thing—you did—you understood him more than you wanted to.
You hated him for that. But not enough. Not enough to make you turn him away.
Jin would always go to her.
And you’d always wait for him.
You loved Jin more than you hated him. You might have loved him even more than he loved her.
No matter how many times he hurt you, no matter how many times he ran back to her, you would always wait for his return because Seokjin was the only man you ever truly loved.
Too bad he wasn’t yours.
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7ndipity · 7 months
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Run away
Jin x Reader
Summary: Just a little thing about you and Jin spending a lazy day together.
Warnings: not proofread
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This was slightly inspired by the song Runaway(korean ver.) by Eric Nam, cause it's been stuck in my head all week.
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The sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains, shining just enough in your face to stir you awake, making you groan into the pillows.
Fighting against consciousness, you felt a familiar weight pressing against your back as Jin rolled over, draping himself across you.
"Jagi? You awake?" He mumbled against your neck.
"No." You grumbled, burrowing further into the blankets.
"Then how are you talking to me?" He asked.
"I sleeptalk."
"Since when?" He chuckled.
"Since now." You said, trying to squirm away as he prodded your sides, but failing.
Days like this were you favorite, neither of you had work or any obligations, able to just do as you wished.
"What do you wanna do today?" He asked, after a minute, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
"I don't care, I just want to be away from people." You responded. Life had been far too loud and hectic lately, all you wanted right now was to be still for a bit.
He started to roll away from you, making you pop your head up to look at him properly for the first time that morning, hair a mess and rumpled pajamas.
"Where're you going?" You asked, pouting at the sudden absence of his warmth.
"You said you wanted to be away from people." He said, but you gripped onto his shirt.
"I didn't mean you." You said. "You can stay."
"Oh, good!" He said, promptly falling back on top of you, making you squeal as he nearly crushed you beneath him.
"Jinnie! I can't breathe!" You laughed.
"Agh, breathing's overrated." He teased, wrapping himself around you and peppering kisses across your face.
"Ok fine! You win!" You whined, trying to catch you breath. "What do you want to do, then?"
"Mmm," he thought for a moment. "I want food."
You groaned. "Fine."
Reluctantly, you got up, trailing after him to the kitchen, before ultimately deciding that ordering takeout would be easier than cooking.
You piled up together on the couch, watching TV as you waited on the food to arrive. You'd nearly dozed off again against his shoulder, when he suddenly spoke.
"We should go to the beach." He said, shaking you out of your daze.
"Huh?"
"I mean, we can go the mountains, if you'd prefer, but I think the beach would be more fun." He rambled. "We could collect sea shells, go swimming-"
"I can't swim-" You interjected.
"-Go wading." He corrected, without missing a beat. "We could even rent one of those little camper vans, so we could stay right by the shore."
"Where's this coming from?" You asked.
"I was just thinking, if you need away from everyone, like you said this morning, maybe we could run away together, just for a little bit." He said softly, looking down at you.
"You'd run away with me?" You asked.
He nodded. "I'd do anything if made you happy."
"Anything?" You raised a brow at him, earning an eye roll in return.
"Anything within legal limitations, don't get carried away now." He clarified, making you giggle. "Go back to sleep."
"M'kay." You said, resting your head back against his chest. "Love you, Jinnie."
"Love you too, bub."
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yoongiphoria · 8 months
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I opened the same drabble request game a few days ago but no one requested me what I wanted to write the most... so.....
please write a All of the Girls You Loved Before + Jin 😭😭😭😭
Ilysm 💜
all of the girls you loved before | ksj
✰ pairing: seokjin x f!reader (married au) ✰ warnings: fluff; husband! and dad!jin; discussions of and reflections on past relationships and breakups, including teenage romance and long-distance; alcohol; some mild but loving teasing of their children ✰ word count: 2.8k (oops) ✰ notes: thank you for the request, sweet nika! writing inspired by ‘love in the big city’ by sang young park, one of my favorite novels of all time; story inspired by ‘the last’ by wong fu productions (LMAO throwback). not quite sure how i feel about this type of story (where the women in his past exist solely as one-dimensional character development tools lmao) but i think it turned out okay in the end. also, you may all blame @daechwitatamic for the dad!jin brainrot. thanks
✰ listened to: all of the girls you loved before - taylor swift
“Seokjin.” You cross your arms in the doorway. “Honey, the movers are going to be here in an hour—“
He jumps. Glances over his shoulder, looking caught. "I know, I know, I'm just finishing up here.”
"What are you even looking at?" You venture into the room, surveying the scene in front of you. Seokjin's sitting cross-legged on the floor in the middle of your bedroom, right where the foot of the bed used to be. Instead of packing away the last of his clothing as instructed, though, he has a shoebox open in front of him.
Around it, spilling out of it, spread all over the floor—letters. Notes on pink, yellow, blue stationery, some folded into hearts, some spread open, crowded with bubbly handwriting and doodled hearts. Photos, film prints to Polaroids to strips from the old-school purikura booths that you'd frequent in high school. Little trinkets and souvenirs, too, like Lotte World tickets, keychains, and receipts. He keeps a wary eye on you as you approach.
"What... oh, my god, is that—"
"Me and Nabi," he says. He rests a hand on the old photo, faded a bit with age. In it, an adorable, seventeen-year-old Seokjin is smiling in front of a bowling alley, his arm around a girl you'd both gone to hagwon with back in high school.
"I took this photo," you say, folding yourself down next to him. "I remember this. I didn't know you've been keeping all of these...."
You take a closer look at everything spread out in front of him. They're all mementos of Seokjin's past relationships, you realize. Letters from girls named Dahye, Eunkyo, Chaewon. Photos under cherry blossoms, in lecture halls, in pubs. A pencil sketch of Seokjin's profile, in blurred strokes. All of them kept in a nondescript shoebox, one that had been gathering dust on the highest shelf in your shared wardrobe for years but that you'd never really bothered to investigate.
You realize Seokjin's watching you carefully—gauging your reaction, it seems, the tips of his ears turning red. "What?" you ask, playfully nudging him with your shoulder. "Were you worried I'd be upset?"
"Not worried, exactly," Seokjin says. He absently rests a hand on your thigh, letting his thumb trace little circles on the exposed skin there. "But... yeah, maybe not the reaction I was expecting?"
You understand what he means—anyone would be concerned about their spouse coming across a box full of keepsakes from their past relationships. But you know Seokjin. Know that he's sentimental even though he comes off as flippant; know that he likes to hold onto pieces of things even when he's left them in the past. 
Know that the union you and Seokjin have is something to which he dedicates himself on a daily basis, and that he's never once given you reason to doubt his commitment to you.
You glance at your phone. "Well... we have some time." You pull a handful of the photos toward you, loop an arm through your husband’s, and rest your cheek on his shoulder. “Want to tell me about these girls?"
The first girl I loved was Nabi.
You know Nabi. We all went to the same hagwon together, and you'd always sit in the front row because you were a huge nerd—yah!—but Nabi and I.... Well, we were a bit less devoted to our studies, let's say. And you know how some of us would go out, get dinner after class? Nabi always tagged along whenever she knew I was going. I suppose I've always been irresistible—yah, why are you laughing?!
Teenage love.... I know you didn't have your first real relationship until college, and maybe what I had with Nabi wasn’t quite real, either. But I really did love her. Or maybe I was just in love with the feeling of being loved. I know it's hard to believe, seeing how dashing I look here, but I really didn't think much of myself back then. I suppose a lot of teenagers don't—it's a horrible time, with all the stress of the CSATs and college admissions and growing into our own skin. But it did feel nice to be admired. To know that someone liked me for me, and not for what I did or didn't accomplish.
Teenage love is so uncomplicated, isn't it? All you have to do is hold hands, daydream, buy each other little trinkets and delude yourselves into romance. Nabi was sweet. And all we did was meet at the playground and pass notes in class—and take photos at the bowling alley, I guess—but she meant a lot to me at that time.
You know how it goes, though. Girls are fickle—yah, why do you keep hitting me!—and someone else eventually caught her eye. We only dated a few months, but I was ridiculously devastated. I got over it soon enough, and it was good that we ended things, because we were just two foolish kids playing at a relationship.
But she was special to me, at one point in my life. She was the first person to show me what that kind of love felt like.
The second girl I loved was Chaewon.
Whatever we had was brief, just a month or two in the winter before we enrolled in university. She was my mom's friend's daughter, lived two floors up from us, so naturally we had to keep things secret.
I was still too shy to do much of anything with her. But I remember this one night—the first snowfall, and she insisted that we go watch it together. Something about the person you watch the first snowfall with being the love of your life, right? So we held hands and took the night bus to this lookout point, but the snow didn't end up falling that night. I laughed, but she was really upset about it—yah, stop hitting me, I was just a kid!
My mother eventually caught us outside the building and gave me an earful. Lectured me for hours, then forced me to break up. I don’t remember much about it, but the one thing she told me that really stuck was that I wasn't good enough for someone like Chaewon.
I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry about me—I think she was right, in some ways. I acted like a kid, still. Immature for my age, not great at school. But Chaewon was more mature than I was, much smarter, and came from a better family to boot. I wasn't much compared to her, at least on paper. 
The words hurt at the time, but I knew she was wrong. It didn't matter to me or to Chaewon who our families were or how much money we had or who did better at school. We liked each other—loved each other, even, in the way we thought of love back then—and that was enough. Love is so difficult when you introduce too many factors. Can’t it just be enough to love? Why do we make it so hard for ourselves?
That love came at an important point in my life: at the cusp of adulthood. I wasn’t a child anymore, but I wasn’t quite grown yet—I’d disabused myself of childlike notions of soulmates and romance, but I still held on to a bit of hope. Or maybe I should call it naïveté, because I simply didn’t know that love took work. That it's not so easy to love someone else in this world.
Anyway, my mother’s words motivated me to do better once I reached university. To become someone that she could be proud of, someday.
The third girl I loved was Dahye.
You know Dahye—we met her at the last reunion. I met her for the first time at our freshman orientation. A group of us went out for drinks at the start of the term, and there she was. You know how shy I can be around new people, right? Well, I was being Classic Seokjin that night. Red ears, red face, couldn’t stomach a thing because I was so nervous. And here was this pretty girl sitting across from me, pouring me drinks with two hands even though we were the same age. I walked her home afterward even though I was plastered, and apparently I kissed her in front of the bus station—yah, don’t worry, it was consensual!
I was learning what it meant to be a real man at that age, living out of home on my own. I learned how to do my own laundry, find my own way around the city, make my own doctor’s appointments. You see this extremely good-looking, capable man sitting in front of you now, and you must wonder how he was ever incompetent—okay, fine, I’ll be serious—but it’s really thanks to her. I felt the need to show her that I was grown up. Responsible. I learned that I should offer to walk girls home at night. That I should pay the bill at dinner. That I should text her good morning. Little things like that, things that no one seems to teach you but everyone knows anyway. I couldn’t be a clueless, insolent kid forever.
We dated for quite a while. A couple of years, give or take. I’m sure we both were at fault for the breakup, but the gist of it is that I felt she was too controlling, and she felt I wasn’t doing enough for her. That’s fair, because I was working a ton back then. Interning, part-time jobs, studying. I focused so much on making myself a person worthy of admiration that I forgot who I was doing it all for. But at times, it seemed like she wanted an entirely different person and didn’t love me for who I actually was. We’d have terrible arguments over the phone, and I’d wake up next to her in the morning but still feel alone.
I was the one to finally end things. She taught me a lot, but in the end, I had to teach myself to be brave enough to say goodbye. I’d grown comfortable with her presence, and I can imagine a life in which we carried on like that forever, not totally satisfied with each other, only staying together because we’d already been together for so long.
But I knew it wasn’t right, and it would be best if we both moved on. If we both found the person we truly deserved to love. 
The fourth girl I loved was Eunkyo.
I met her on a blind date, actually, just out of school. My mother, convinced I'd be single forever, had set me up with a daughter of one of her church friends. I only went to please my mother, so you can imagine my surprise when this woman and I hit it off.
She was a year my junior, so still in school. Studied art, and she'd get paint stains all over my clothes and my car. But I didn't really mind. I was working some horribly depressing entry-level finance job at the time, a regular cog in the machine, and she brought color to my life. 
I confused domesticity for permanence, then. We basically lived together even though she was still in school, and she was busy, but she still made time to pack my lunch, and make me dinner, and sometimes even ironed my shirts. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I liked being taken care of, but worried that it was something she felt like she had to do, instead of something she wanted to do. But I accepted that this was her way of showing love to me, and tried to reciprocate it as best as I could. I hated myself for thinking it, but I imagined this was what marriage would be like, and imagined that she could be my wife someday.
Reality hit eventually, though, and once Eunkyo was done with school, she was offered a prestigious post-grad fellowship in New York. I didn't want her to go, of course, and looking back that was selfish of me. But I wasn't going to hold her back. I told her to go—that she couldn't turn down an opportunity like this, and that we would try to make it work. So she left, and I stayed.
Unsurprisingly, it didn't go very well. The time zones are nearly polar opposites, and she was so busy, and I was neck-deep in grunt work for the company. We always seemed to miss each other's calls. I'd send flowers for Valentine's Day that arrived two days late. She'd send a message that somehow never got to me until I was asleep. Little things like that built up, and eventually, on one of her trips back to visit Korea, we agreed to end it.
I don't regret telling her to go to New York, because I don't think I could have lived with myself if she had given up this huge step in her career for me. But still, I wondered a lot in the months after whether things could have been different. Maybe if I'd gone to New York with her, or if I'd prioritized her over my job, we could have made it work.
Later, though, I came to realize that there was a reason everything happened the way that it did. I learned to let go of things out of my control, especially the mistakes I'd made in my past. It was a painful heartbreak, but I knew everything would work out in the end. It did for her, too—the last I heard, she wound up moving to Paris and becoming a prominent artist there.
I loved her at one time, yes, but I learned that love isn't immune to timing and circumstance. And I learned how to make an effort for the person I love, but that I can’t force something that was never going to work anyway.
“I lied, earlier. When I said Nabi was the first girl I loved.”
You glance at Seokjin curiously. “Hmm?”
“The first girl I loved,” he says—soft, deliberate, turning to face you, “was this unbelievably huge nerd who sat in the first row of our hagwon classes. She loved photography. Always had a film camera around her neck, so she'd run around taking pictures of us, of her friends. I thought it was adorable.”
You breathe a laugh. Feel your cheeks growing warm, even as you roll your eyes. “Please stop talking.”
“She never gave me a second glance, though,” he continues, as if you haven’t spoken. He reaches for one of your hands, lacing his fingers through yours. “She was too smart for that. She actually didn't notice me until much, much later, when we were both adults, and we happened to meet again at a friend’s wedding. But… I’m glad she didn’t see me back then.” He leans in, touching his forehead to yours, and you feel your cheeks growing even hotter. “Because imagine if she dated me before I became the drop-dead gorgeous, perfect guy I was when we met—“
“Umma! Appa!”
You both jump apart and look up, startled. Standing in the doorway are Yerin and Yeseong—or, as you and Seokjin like to call them, Chaos Demons One and Two. “Umma,” your five-year-old whines, racing to climb into your lap, “Noona said you aren’t taking me with you when you go to the new house.”
“Not true,” seven-year-old Yerin insists, throwing her arms around her father’s neck, at the same time Seokjin gasps dramatically and says, “Yerin-ah, that was supposed to be a secret!”
You roll your eyes as your son’s lip quivers, threatening tears—and as Seokjin and Yerin visibly fight their mirth. “Okay, okay, knock it off. Yerin-ah, stop teasing your brother. Did you finish packing your toys like Umma asked?”
“Well—“
“Go. Run along. The movers are going to be here soon.”
Yerin obediently departs for her room, her little brother trailing after her like a shadow. The second they’re safely out of earshot, you smack Seokjin’s arm.
“Yah!” he yelps, indignant. 
“Yah you! Would you quit traumatizing our offspr—“
Before you can even finish your sentence, Seokjin’s impossibly soft lips are on yours, effectively shutting you up. 
You wonder how he manages to make every kiss feel like it’s the first. How the stars managed to align so that his past and yours, two parallel lines, wound up converging in the end. How he managed to find a path, despite all the dead-end streets, back to you.
He tastes like morning coffee. Like home. Like your forever.
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peachypinkygloss · 1 year
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i’m a whore for dilf! jin yet he’s also a lowk sub :( do u think u can write a smut w that ? 🤭 maybe a little bit of overstimulation, mommy kink (a need at this point), and tit play 😳 this would be a great bday gift !! thank u so much <3
dilf + subby Seokjin? 🤔 just- yes, totally!! such an interesting combo... hope you like it and happy birthday lovely 🥳xox thank you for your request 💜
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Romantic Lover
pairing: dilf!seokjin x actress!reader
genre: smut, eventual established relationship
word count: 3k
warnings: sub seokjin/dom reader, unprotected sex, oral (m), breasts play, mommy kink, praising, brief overstimulation.
You were joining Seokjin on a date at a fancy restaurant. It was your fifth, maybe sixth - honestly, you didn't remember - time eating together, but tonight was special. In his invitation text he sent you this morning, he told you he would bring his seven-year-old daughter.
The first time you both met, he informed you right away about him being a father. You were surprised to hear that such a young and beautiful man as Seokjin was a dad, but after spending a lot of time with him, you learned that his little girl was the best thing that has ever happened to him.
It was endearing to listen to him talk about his daughter proudly and with so much love. He was a great father as you could see and you loved that caring side of him. You were still on the stage of getting to know each other before deciding whether or not this relationship should be official.
You liked Seokjin very much, but as an independent woman who lived on her own since nineteen, it was difficult for you to engage yourself to someone. Nonetheless, your feelings for him were growing at a fast pace and seeing his daughter for the first time really enchanted you.
You made your way into the restaurant after your chauffeur dropped you off at the right location. You hide yourself being a pair of sunglasses even though it was dark outside, but as a famous actress you couldn't have people recognizing you. There were small chances of that happening though, since you reserved a table at an expensive place. Clients didn't care about you as they are themselves wealthy people or celebrities.
"Hello, a reservation in the name of Miss Yln." You smiled at the waitress as you followed her to the table. You discerned the handsome shape of Seokjin as he greeted you with a smile and your eyes shifted to the little form sat next to him.
"This is the menu and the kids menu right here." She pointed to the smaller version of the regular menu with bright and colourful images. "I'll come back later for the drinks." The woman politely smiled as she left your table to continue her job.
You took the seat in front of Seokjin and you removed your glasses, settling them down next to you. "Hi, I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." You crossed your legs under the table, careful to not hit him with your foot.
"Of course not, Yn. Right, Miseon?" Seokjin turned his head in her direction and she glimpsed at him then back at you as she shook her head from side to side.
You laughed softly at her adorable face. Her pigtails swung around when she moved her head, red ribbons holding her hair in place. "Hello, Miseon. I'm Yn, your dad must have talked about me before, didn't he?" You perched your arm over the table, holding your hand open for her to take.
Her little fingers wrapped around your palm and Seokjin watched the interaction joyfully. "Yes, all the time... You're the woman we watch on TV." You shook your hand with hers, nodding at what she said. "Dad's cheeks are always red when he sees you on screen!" You raised your eyebrows at her revelation, looking at Seokjin with amused eyes while you backed your arm away from his daughter.
"Is that so?" You giggled with Miseon, observing the man shyly looking away. "Interesting to know." You licked your lips, leaning your elbow on the table and resting your chin on your palm.
"Why do you snitch on me like that?" He whined as he gently nudged his daughter's shoulder. She laughed at him, giving him a tap on his bicep as revenge.
The diner went great and you would even say that you might had created a bond with Miseon. She's the sweetest kid you've ever met. You wondered what it would be to be her step-mother, if she would end up calling you 'mom', considering you as a maternal figure. It was probably too soon to be thinking about that, but you couldn't help yourself.
Seokjin left her at her grandma's house for the night and he drove the both of you to your penthouse. It felt like a habit by this time, going to your house or his to spend the rest of the night in the arms of each other.
You were already excited when you entered your house, undressing him of his leather jacket, removing your heels, kissing each other until you reached the door of your bedroom.
The first time you slept together, you were pleasantly surprised to discover Seokjin's secrets. What a man like him, a great and wonderful father, would like to do in bed? A lot of things.
He was the literal definition of 'dad I'd like to fuck' with just a little twist. He was gentle, kind, generous, funny, hot and whiny. He was putty in your hands, squirming under your touch, calling you sinful names. At the end of each day, Seokjin only wanted to be taken care of like he did for everyone else.
You pushed him on your bed, his tall body slumping down on the mattress. He levelled himself on his elbows, watching you kneel in front of him, your hands caressing his thighs. He looked at you with his mouth ajar, his fluffy bangs covering his forehead.
"You've been a good boy, Jinnie." You hooked two fingers under his collar and pulled him to you, brushing your lips against his ear. "Such a good boy." You emphasized, smirking at him then pushing him back on his elbows. He gazed at you with so much lust in his eyes it sent shivers down your spine.
You palmed his crotch as you heard him exhale loudly, his hooded eyes looking at your movements closely. You unbuckled his belt and your manicured hands unbuttoned his trousers while you looked at him in the eyes. You pinched the zipper between your thumb and index finger and pulled it down.
You deviously smiled at him and sneaked your hand under his beige sweater, eliciting a small gasp from Seokjin. "Why don't you get rid of that, mh?" He didn't wait a second before passing the garment over his head, throwing it somewhere on the floor. "Great. Now, let me take care of you, Jinnie. You deserved it, don't you think?"
"Yeah..." He lifted up his hips for you as you tugged down his pants and boxers, joining his sweater laying on your bedroom's floor.
Completely naked in front of you, he felt vulnerable and it aroused him very much. You could do anything to him, he wouldn't complain, he'd say yes to everything. Your hands were so soft, he just liked having them on his body, making him feel good. Giving you control wasn't scary or humiliating, it was relieving because he knew he was in safe hands. Your hands.
You placed yourself comfortably between his legs, laying your forearms on his thighs as you circled the base of his dick with your palm. Seokjin's was just long and big enough to make any girl scream, just enough to make you drool and feel heat at the pit of your stomach. He was perfect, literally.
You swiftly ran your fingers up and down his shaft, making him harder and harder until he stood tall proudly. He let out soft moans as you twisted your wrist, stroking his tip slowly, some pre-cum leaking on your hand.
"A-ah... Fuck..." He formed fists onto the bed sheets, the satin material crumpling under the strength of his hands. You slid your palm down his hard cock, approaching your mouth to his tip. You gave him a lick along the whole length of his erection, the salty taste of his pre-cum lingering on your tastebuds. "Mmh-" Seokjin threw his head backwards, scrunching his eyes shut.
You took him in the warmth of your mouth, suckling on his tip and twirling your tongue on it. You bobbed your head, never going lower on him and still holding the base of his cock. You knew how much sensitive his tip was and you couldn't help yourself from teasing him, bringing him over the edge and never letting him fall.
"Shit. Please, just- just..." He whimpered, incapable of continuing his sentence. You understood what he wanted nonetheless and took more of him into your mouth. You sank down on his dick, engulfing his length until your lips reached your hand. "Oh God, yes, thank you..."
He gripped your hair with his left hand, pushing your head down. A loud moan escaped his lips when you gagged around his big cock, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You inhaled through your nose, concentrating on your gag reflex as he held your hair tighter between his long fingers.
You pulled out when you felt your throat burning from the intrusion of Seokjin's erection. You passed a hand through your hair, pushing them back while swallowing to ease your thirsty throat. You wiped the drool off your chin and licked the excess from your lips.
You then stared severely at Seokjin, you didn't like the way he steadied your head over his dick. You knew it was harmless, he didn't push with force, but he still went too far. He cannot be selfish.
As you kept your mouth in a straight line, you stood up on your feet. "I decided to reward you for your good behaviour. That's how you thank me?" You accused him with a stern tone, moving your arm to hold his jaw.
He blinked a couple of times, frowning. "I'm sorry." You locked your eyes with him for some seconds before backing away from him. "I didn't mean to..." He insisted, watching you slipping out of your tight dress.
His eyes sparkled when he noticed the red panties you were wearing without a bra on. "Lay your back against the bed frame." You instructed him and he executed himself. You didn't want to punish him, he had good intentions, it'd be unfair to restrict him in any way.
You joined him by walking around your bed, knees dipping down on the mattress as you straddled his lap. Thighs on each side of his body, he didn't dare to lay a finger on you. You wouldn't have minded it, but he was trying to get on your good side, which meant doing absolutely nothing that could make you mad.
"Do you want me to forgive you?" You asked, raising your eyebrows. He nodded and he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing. You tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, patting his hair soothingly. "Beg me for it, then."
He took a second to look at your features, his lips parting to follow your order. "Please, I'm so sorry." You slid your palms up his chest, resting them on his broad shoulders. "I just want you so bad, it's difficult to keep my hands for myself." You wanted to fuck him so hard at this point, sink down on his cock until he came deeply into you. "Please, mommy. Forgive me."
He was already forgiven anyway, no need to pretend.
"Oh, Jinnie, you know I can't stay mad at you for too long." You smiled, stealing a kiss from him, his plush heart-shaped lips pressing against yours.
His large hands instantly found your hips, squeezing the flesh with his fingers. They lifted up to your boobs, swiping his thumbs over your perky nipples and your moans were muffled by Seokjin's mouth on yours. You started to grind on him, rolling your crotch against his hard cock, left alone since you pulled it out of your mouth.
Your lips parted from his, grinding your clothed pussy faster against his erection, your movements becoming needier and jerkier. His hands didn't leave your breasts even though the friction you created made him more sensitive, whines escaping his mouth.
Your tits bounced slightly on your chest from the incessant rutting of your hips against him, his large hands following you, flicking your buds between two fingers. You couldn't keep the teasing for any longer, yourself being overwhelmed by his delicate touch on the most intimate parts of your body.
"I want you to fuck me, Jin." You said between moans and you stopped moving, quickly hooking your panties to the side, offering him your hole. He glimpsed down, your clit was throbbing and your pussy was dripping wet.
"Everything you want, mommy." He smirked at you playfully, aligning his cock with your cunt.
You kept your balance by holding on his shoulders, watching him entering his tip into your warmth. He hissed and frowned when your walls hugged him tightly, taking him whole willingly inch by inch. You finally sat down on him and he couldn't hold in his whines, sounding almost like he was in pain, but he was simply in utter pleasure.
You felt his dick twitch inside of you, at ease between the comfort of your silky walls. You moved your hips up and down when he seemed ready, his naked back against your bed frame as sweat was falling down his forehead.
"Fuck. You feel so good, mommy. So good..." He whimpered, still playing with your tits, his palms brushing against your hard and sensitive nipples.
You ignored him, concentrating on jumping on his cock, his length deliciously rubbing against your walls. Seokjin cupped your two breasts in each one of his hands, bringing a tit to his mouth. You first felt his hot breath hitting your bud, sending goosebumps all over your skin. He then darted his tongue out and gave your nipple a wet lick, closing his mouth around it after.
You moaned and placed a hand on the back of his head, your fingers gripping on his hair tightly. The other stayed on his shoulder, nails digging into his soft skin, leaving little crescent forms. He suckled on your nipple while holding your breast up to his mouth, his saliva coating your flesh. He played with the other, pinching your perky bud between his index and middle finger.
Your hips rolled on him, his dick sliding in and out of your pussy, arousal dripping down to his balls. You rode his cock with fast movements, your hole was quivering and your clit was throbbing, his tip hitting your sensitive spot each time he bottomed out.
"Jin- Oh, God!" The back of your thighs were starting to burn from the slapping of your skin against Seokjin's, but you didn't stop, instead you intensified your thrusts. He looked up at you where he was sucking on your nipple and sneaked a hand between your legs, massaging your clitoris in circular motions. "Yes! That's it..." You praised him, encouraging him to continue.
The knot in your belly was tightening, threatening to explode. You were near your end and it only made you more eager to reach your high faster. With you on top, his dick reached deeper and therefore, brushing perfectly against your magic spot.
You gripped his hair, pulling his mouth away from your chest. His hair was messy, his cheeks were all red and his lips were swollen, glistening from his saliva. He looked so hot and you couldn't help yourself from kissing his plushy lips.
With one last thrust, you came, clenching around Seokjin's cock and moaning into his mouth. Your thighs were shaking and hands trembling, riding his dick lazily until you drove off of your high.
"Shit, shit..." He backed away, his head rolling backwards, hitting the bed frame. He gripped your hips, squeezing the flesh and you felt his erection pulsating, begging for a little bit of friction.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of that..." You promised him while you slipped his cock out of your soppy cunt, placing yourself between his legs.
He hissed at the beautiful sight you were offering him, hand around the base of his shaft, lips kissing his wet tip. "Aah- fuck. Yes, please." He whined, bucking his hips onto your fist.
You laid a hand on his thigh to prevent him from moving too much and gave him the blowjob you denied him at the beginning. You bounced your head up and down his length, lips sliding easily on him, making the whole thing ten times more pleasurable.
His hand found your head again, but this time he forced himself to not push, only twisting strands of hair between his fingers. Your scalp hitched from his grip, but you took the pain gladly as you sank his cock into the warmth of your mouth.
"Mommy, fuck- Gonna cum..." He breathed out, his balls tightening, about to release his load onto your tongue. You went faster, hollowing your cheeks and clamping your lips around him. "Shit!"
He cried out and he shot his hot cum into your mouth, the salty and sour taste of him lingering on your tongue. You milked him dry, pulling him out and swallowing everything. He looked at you with admiration, his large hand caressing the hot skin of your cheek.
You grinned when he sucked air through his teeth, your palm sliding up and down his poor cock. He whined, squirming a little at the overstimulation. "Too much..." He managed to spill the two words out of his mouth, eyes scrunching shut.
You licked your lips as your gaze flew down to his crotch, his big dick glistening, wet noises sounding through the room. You only stopped when he tried to close his legs, but didn't succeed as your body was still laying in front of him.
"Shhh, it's okay, Jinnie." You kneeled, circling his shoulders with your arms. You brought him against you, pecking his lips softly.
After cleaning yourselves and you went to pee, you cuddled with Seokjin. Your cheek was squished against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Miseon really likes you, I think." He murmured and the corners of your lips instantly lifted up.
"I like her too." You confessed, tracing small patterns on his skin with your index finger. "You're a good dad, Jin." You turned your head to look at him and he was already staring at you, heart in his eyes. Your own skipped a beat.
"That's the best compliment ever." He smiled and you chuckled, kissing his lips. "Be my girlfriend, Yn."
There was only one thing you could answer. A simple word that would settle everything between you and Seokjin.
"Yes."
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sailoryooons · 6 months
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Trick or Treat!🎃
Kit kat+ Frankenstein + The Addams Family!
Happy Haliween!!🕸🎃💜💚
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☾ Pairing: Serial Killer! Seokjin x Serial Killer!f. reader
☾ Summary: For as long as you’ve worked at the upscale grocery store in the northern part of the city, you’ve hated Seokjin. He’s charming and smooth and you’re always fighting for employee of the month. It isn’t until you both show up at a house in the middle of the night that you realize how much you have in common. 
☾ Word Count: 3,245
☾ Genre: Enemies to Lovers(ish), Slasher, A little humor
☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
☾ Warnings: Thoughts about murder, references to murder, reflection on being a murderer - literally, this is a drabble about two serial killers, they do not actually commit murder in this but literally the entire subject is MURDER!! Like reader thinks about killing people multiple times, this is disturbing but not necessarily graphic, and there are overall just. Themes of insanely morally corrupt people. Also contains explicit language, breaking into homes, knives and threats, stalking, prepping to murder someone, profiling people to be victims, sexual tension, and implications. Ambiguous ending, we don’t know if they kill their victim. 
☾ Published: October 8, 2023
☾ A/N: I am so sorry if you don’t like strange serial killers to lovers(ish), but for this Haliween trick you have selected Kit Kat + Frankenstein + The Addam's Family which equals Seokjin, Enemies to Lovers, and slasher! I kept this light-hearted and there’s no actual murder or anything, but this is absolutely unhinged and was an experience for me to write from the POV of a killer. I hope you love these two competitive lunatics with zero moral compasses discovering they have more in common than they think! 
☾ A/N 2: Mini shoutout to @minisugakoobies and @daechwitatamic for their input on my ruminating about what to do with this Haliween combination. Their musings inspire this wild little masterpiece and I could not have gotten the brain chugging without their comments. 
☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
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There are days you wonder if you should kill Seokjin. 
It would be too complicated, though. Not only would someone notice if he doesn’t show up to work, but it’s too close to home. Murders should always be removed. There should be no connections between you and the victim. Anything within seven degrees of separation is far too close.
And everyone knows you hate him. 
Hate the way he charms everyone else so effortlessly. There isn’t a soul at the store who doesn’t like him except maybe you. He is perfect. Not a hair out of place, his handsome features painfully symmetrical and alluring, his ease with people so crystalline that you want to scream. Glasses that are perfectly perched on his perfect nose. Effortlessly chic hair. A knockout mouth structure. 
It’s hard to imagine anyone is that perfect, but it appears Seokjin is. No matter how much digging you do, you never find anything incriminating. There’s nothing. He hardly seems to exist outside of the store. 
You hate him for it. Especially when you see he has beaten you for employee of the month again. Seokjin walks into the break room, looking at the announcement on the board. He smirks when he sees it, eyes coasting over to you. The grin grows and he shrugs. 
“What can I say?”
“Nothing, ideally,” you offer. 
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
You feel your eye twitch. You imagine how satisfying it would be to smash his teeth in. To feel the bone break beneath your foot, to hear the crunch.
The thought of it makes you smile and turn to him, suddenly calm again. “Congratulations, Seokjin. I look forward to celebrating with you during our meeting.”
Tying an apron around your waist, you leave the break room and head out onto the floor. Your calm intensifies, muscles loosen. The store is not open yet. Outside, the world is gray. The fluorescent lights shine down on the perfectly lined aisles, every item in place. Above, soft music plays. 
Mornings at the grocery store like this are second only to the high of watching the light fade from someone’s eyes. Here, you are alone and in peace. You feel the quiet of the world, undisturbed. Like a god walking through the land of their creation while everything is asleep. 
But it’s when you see someone looking at you as they embrace death that you know you are a god. You are the final thing they see, and right before they fade, they see you as their ender. Their maker. 
Seokjin might be able to take the employee of the month from you, but he cannot have this. These two moments. Different sides of the same coin. He could never understand the power that peace and death give you.
No one else understands. No one else could. 
-
When the store opens, your day unfolds. It is an upscale grocery store with organic foods, fresh pressed juice and swollen, ripe strawberries. You see all manner of people come in and out: assistants doing the shopping for their wealthy employers, socialites snapping pictures of their smoothies and juices, the upper class toting name-brand bags and watches as they hand over metal credit cards.
It is disgusting, in a way. But in your way, it’s become beautiful. A hunting ground for people who jet around the world so often, no one will know if they go missing. You’re always so so careful with your marks. They have to be right. Perfect. You have to spend weeks making sure they are the one. 
The one problem with this ritual is how long it takes. The need to feel that power and the need for safety and caution wage a war inside of you, neither giving ground to the other. It’s been months since you’ve had a fix, and with Seokjin’s employee of the month win, you know it’s time to sift through your options. 
Your list is small. The sweet, doe-eyed boy Jungkook is an easy mark in the sense that he has a very small social circle, his life is built on routine, and he is wildly trusting. Because of his routine, though, he might present a problem when he goes missing. That, and he is physically a danger to you if you don’t knock him out first. 
Taehyung isn’t bad, either. He comes and goes, traveling the world and staying in hostels, losing his passports across countries and sharing all of his travels on social media. He lives loosely enough that if he vanished, it would take a while for anyone to find him. But that social media feed of his would eventually attract attention. 
When Hoseok gets into your line, you feel your heart stutter. Perfect Hoseok. He is quiet and solitary, a fashion designer who often vanishes for long periods at a time. He doesn’t leave his quiet, lofty mansion in the hills often when he is in a fit of designing for a new season, and he is prone to hospitalizations for working himself near to death.
Perfect Hoseok, who smiles like Apollo and smells like the sun. He is an entity. A light that you cannot help but stare at. And you decide him. What would it be like, to see someone like Hoseok look at you and beg. Please. Like you’re his god. The only thing between him and death.
Your palms get sweaty as your line shortens. He’s just four back - it’s a busy day - but you try to get through your customers quickly. You want to make small talk with him. To get his weekend plans. 
And then Seokjin steps into the register next to you even though he’s supposed to be on break, and he turns the light on. “Hoseok! Come on over, let’s get you through.” 
Rage. You stop ringing up items. The conveyor belt hums and the products on top of it begin to pile up. White noise roars in your ears. You watch as Hoseok gets out of your line and swaps to Seokjin’s. They shake hands and start talking, Seokjin leaning back with a laugh. 
High-pitched ringing sings in your ears as you watch Seokjin bag Hoseok’s items and offer to walk him out to the car after flicking the light off at his register. 
“Ma’am?” You blink and the ringing vanishes. The man in front of you stares, raising his brows. His cat-like eyes are sharp and concerned. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you rasp, voice suddenly dry. It’s a lie. “Yeah.”
-
“Do you like stealing my customers?” you ask Seokjin, pressing the knife down hard through the apple you’re cutting at the break room counter. “Is that how you got employee of the month? Turning on your light to ring up one person and then fucking off?”
“Ooo,” Seokjin answers, closing the fridge with his hip. “We are still touchy about my great awards, are we?”
“You know that was a bitch move.” You slam the knife down on the cutting board. It’s a Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife, which is wildly obnoxious for cutting fruit. And, you realize belatedly, it’s from Seokjin’s personal collection. You file it away, wondering what he knows about good knives. “Stay the fuck away from my business when I’m working.”
“Hoseok isn’t yours.” 
His tone makes you look up. Seokjin’s demeanor shifts, a chameleon adapting to a hostile environment. The telltale signs of his true annoyance are all there: red ears, vacant eyes, blank face. His shark face. You see it so rarely that it shocks you to see it now. 
It’s in moments like this where… he is almost your mirror. 
“He was in my line.”
“Funny how that isn’t the same thing.” 
“Customer poaching is desperate.” You pick the knife back up and slice through the apple, hearing the crisp, wet crunch like breaking a bone to get to marrow. “Are you that desperate, Jin?”
From the corner of your eye, you see his fingers twitch. For a split second, you think he might grab the knife. A flutter of excitement runs through you, unfettered. You wait to see what he does, holding your breath as you slowly turn to look at him. 
Is he going to do it? 
The moment clings to the air a moment longer. Then Namjoon opens a shelf and spills several boxes of granola, shattering the weaving tension between you and Seokjin. He takes a step back and you turn back toward your fruit, knife abandoned.
When he leaves, a shiver runs up your spine, quite unsure what that was. 
You also think that perhaps Seokjin is... more attractive than you give him credit for.
-
Two weeks. You tap through your phone, lighting up your face in the dark of your room. Hoseok will begin his descent into designing for his Spring collection in two weeks. It’s the perfect amount of time to prepare yourself, to begin the ritual of hunting. To watch, notate, and practice. 
You hit the button to turn off the lock screen and you’re bathed in darkness. 
Two weeks and you can feel the rush again.
Two weeks and you’ll be fed on the high for months. 
-
Not even Seokjin can get you down at work. You look at your time requested off on the calendar every morning you clock in. A blissful spread of days in which you’ll need to prepare, execute, and come down for the euphoria before coming back to work.
No amount of goading from Seokjin can upset you this week. You are locked in. Focused. So honed on your rapidly approaching desire that nothing can bring you down.
-
“Switch weekends with me,” Seokjin says, stepping in front of you before you can clock out. It’s late, both of you staying overtime to help unload a late shipment. You growl at him and try to jockey him out of the way, but he’s like iron. He doesn’t move. “I need that weekend off.”
“No.” Seokjin’s stance grows firmer. You push him again but he is unmovable, making your lip curl. You slowly start to drag your eyes to his, where he is pouting. “Move or I will make you.”
“That’s the best reaction I’ve gotten from you all week. What plans do you have, huh? A date night with a bubble bath and a vibrator?”
You frown. He isn’t entirely wrong. The need to lay in warm water in a post-kill daze and bring yourself to an orgasm is part of the after routine. Still, you manage to shove him aside and punch in your number.
“Please,” he says gently. “I need the weekend.”
“No. Not for you. Not in a million years.” 
“What do you want? I’ll trade you anything.”
You face him after clocking out, giving him a wonderful smile. “You have nothing to offer me, Jin. I know you’re not used to hearing that.” 
Slowly, Seokjin’s face changes. He goes from charming and warm and melts into something else. Ice in a glass, losing its form and weak attempt at holding false shape. 
“You’re lucky we work together,” Seokjin murmurs. There is something dark in his voice. An abyss you’ve never heard from Seokjin, but you’ve touched yourself. It is the secret, dark voice of threat. Of promise. And then he grins, shrugging. “I guess I’ll ask around. Have fun with your sex toys.”
You watch Seokjin walk out and all you can think about is that low voice. That darkness. Like the thing that lives inside of you. 
-
One day. Hoseok has locked himself away. His social media has gone quiet. You watch as the trash cans go without being taken out. No one comes. No one goes. The only light that remains on is the one in his second-floor office. Hoseok comes outside a single time to look at the rain as it comes down hard on a Thursday before going back inside and not coming out again. 
Tomorrow. 
You watch the office light go off at five in the morning.
Tomorrow. 
-
Making a murder look like an accident is not easy. It is your least favorite method, in fact. You prefer people who vanish. A ghost is harder to trace than an accident. There are too many questions involved. 
Hoseok, though, cannot be a ghost. You knew that when you picked him. You haven’t orchestrated an accident in some time, but you will now. 
Hoseok likes to drink. He likes to fuel his designs with so much whiskey that sometimes he falls asleep in his office with the lights on at his desk, glass full. Other times, he crashes into furniture and knocks it over, shattering lamps and slipping down the stairs to get to his bedroom. 
Tonight, you have everything you need. A little bit of Xanax, which he has a prescription for. A little bit of chloroform to help knock him out. Epinephrine for you to give you a carefully measured and tested boost of adrenaline and strength. Gloves. Wrapped shoes. A list of all the blind spots in his alarm system and its codes. 
Crickets sing to you as you watch. You walked the full three hours to his home tonight. It was nice with the rush of cars around you and the crunch of your shoes on gravel. Once in the hills, you meticulously changed your clothes at a gas station, wiping off sweat and grime before taking the fifteen-minute trek into the lower hills where Hoseok lives. 
Light pollution makes it hard to see the stars, but the world stretches out beyond you as you stand in the murky darkness of an unsold home across the street. For the past two weeks, you have been an impromptu gargoyle perched among the trees. 
Hoseok should be happy he will not be around when someone moves in. The trees that offer the home privacy offer an entire vantage point to watch him through his uncurtained home. Even just climbing to other limbs gives you a view of other windows. Other ways in. 
The way in though, is easiest through the backyard where his spa room leads outside to the pool. The spa door has no camera and is in the blind spot for the camera under the patio pavilion. It additionally is rarely locked, a feature of Hoseok’s home he rarely uses. 
It takes five minutes to get from the spa bathroom to the office. His stairs are well-made and don’t squeak. He leaves no other lights on. It will be just you and the dark. 
You look at your watch. It’s four in the morning. For the past few days, Hoseok has gone to bed at five. He’s made it all three days in a row, not falling asleep at his desk. Tonight, he will do the same thing. He will get up, turn the lights out, and head to his bedroom. 
Except this time, you plan to be in the hall. A little chloroform. A little forced Xanax to make him weak when he wakes up and prevent him from fighting back. A jolt of adrenaline for you and a snap of his neck before he falls down the stairs and-
A shadow crosses the wall of Hoseok’s yard. You straighten in the tree, watching it make its way across the yard toward the back. Without even thinking about it, you move. The thought of someone breaking into the house and killing Hoseok by accident and stealing your high makes you bolt.
Your heart hammers. Your hands get sweaty. This isn’t how your night is supposed to go. You’re up and over the wall and sliding along the glass windows as you walk toward the spa bathroom door in a heartbeat. You feel rattled and out of sorts - not at all what you should be feeling on a night like this. 
Any other time, you might call it quits. Should call it quits. 
But you don’t. It’s been so long and Hoseok has been taking from you once this month already. You cannot let it happen again.
Like a shadow, you slide into the home. It is cold inside. Already you’re working out how to factor in another person. You had not intended to stage a home invasion, but the third person is a liability and a threat. You’ve never taken two at once before, and though the promise of what that might feel like makes you giddy, you also don’t know the math of this. You don’t know what this looks like.
And still you creep forward. 
Hoseok’s house is modern art. It is all sleek edges and warm tones washed in art on the walls and sculptures. Thankfully, it is also big and full of negative space. Nothing gets in your way as you creep up the stairs, eyes swiveling back and forth as you look for where the intruder has gone.
When you get to the top of the stairs, the hair on the back of your neck tingles. You swivel, bringing up your hand just as a knife stops in front of your face, only restricted by the iron grip you have on your assailant's wrist. You know the make of it immediately. It’s a Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife.
Neither of you move. You cannot make the features on your attacker's face. Slowly, you see their other arm come up. You somewhat see they are holding up a hand. A white flag. Trembling, you loosen your grip on their knife arm, your other hand wrapped firmly around the hunting knife sheathed at your thigh. 
Together, you step away from Hoseok’s office door. One step. Two steps. A waltz backward and toward a guest room, where the door opens and you step inside with your opposite. Friend. Foe. You’re unsure. 
Moonlight filters through the window and your counterpart steps backward into it. 
Your breath catches in your chest and the urge to laugh suddenly takes you, swelling up so abruptly that you have to press your lips firmly shut to stop the madness from spilling out.
Seokjin looks good in all black, standing in the gray light of the moon. His shark eyes stare at you, face blank, waiting. The Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife is still in his hand. It doesn’t shake. He holds it loose. Casual. A fast striker, you think. 
“What a strange thing,” Seokjin whispers. “To see someone so unlike me be my very mirror. What are you doing here?”
“It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,” you whisper back, recalling a quote from The Tell-Tale Heart. “But once conceived, it haunted me day and night.”
He hums. “They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
Hoseok opens the door in his office. You both freeze, listening to his stumbling steps as he clambers down his stairs. Not a sound slips between you as Hoseok shuts the bedroom door downstairs. 
The silence is roaring.
“What well it be,” Seokjin whispers. “Friend or foe?” 
You tap the handle of your knife. “I want to be employee of the month next month. Try less.” 
“What do you like to do after?” 
“What was it you said? Take a bubble bath with a vibrator?” 
He sheaths the knife and offers a hand. “I can give you more.”
You carefully hold out a hand to him. Not an enemy. Not a friend. Perhaps… an equal. “We are the same, then?” 
“A mirror.” He pulls you in a little, just enough that his mouth brushes against yours. You want to take that dive suddenly. To lean into him. Past atrocities are forgotten in light of this new, beautiful darkness you share. “A mirror.” 
You descend the steps together, two workers from the store. And a little more. 
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eoieopda · 11 months
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Congrats on 2k!!🥳💋✨
As for the request- for the love of God, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 do a Seokjin + fake dating au where he realises he is falling for reader😭
i gotchu, boo!
the one with seokjin and without complaints
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pairing: kim seokjin x gn!reader type: drabble | type: fluff | wc: 973 summary: you don’t want to arrive dateless to a wedding your ex is also attending. enter friend and local hero, kim seokjin. au: fake dating, drunken confession. cw: alcohol use & moderate tipsiness, blatant inspo. by “leonard cohen” — boygenius, not proofread tbh 🤪 rating: pg15 *regardless, my content is not for minors. minors or ageless blogs who interact with my content will be blocked.
When you pulled up outside Seokjin’s apartment building to find him waiting on the sidewalk, you were all smiles. He’d hopped in the passenger seat, did his best not to stare at you in all your satin-wrapped glory, and asked one last time if you were sure you didn’t want him to drive. You, despite your absolutely abysmal sense of direction, declined.
And then you were off, headed for the highway with only the faintest hint of anxiety vibrating through you. As you drove, you’d thanked him for his service — for the thousandth time — and he’d reminded you — for the thousandth time — that it wasn’t necessary. He’d meant it he said he’d do anything for you, up to and including spending too much money on a new suit just to make your shithead ex feel slightly worse.
After a few minutes of easy conversation, you reached the on-ramp and stopped at the red light. Noticing the song that shuffled to the top of the queue, he’d moved to change it to something that wasn’t garbage. With a flexed brow and all the emphasis in the world, you hit him with a challenge he couldn’t turn down:
“Seokjin-ah, if you love me, you will listen to this song.”
So, he’d let you enjoy your own questionable taste in music without complaint. Of course, he’d realized a long time ago that you were headed in the wrong direction, but Seokjin would’ve rather died than interrupt the full-blown performance you were giving within the confines of your seatbelt. 
He couldn’t tell what prompted the butterflies to appear en masse in his stomach: the way you’d blushed when the song ended and he clued you into your mistake, or the prospect of more time to swap embarrassing stories the other somehow hadn’t heard yet. The unintentional detour had added an hour to the drive, but Seokjin had no complaints about that, either.
Eventually, you’d reached your destination and whipped into the venue’s parking lot at a rate of speed Seokjin could only describe as criminal. Claiming the last remaining space before some other straggler could snag it, you’d turned and shot him a wink that made him go a little bit stupid.
It suddenly made sense why you’d never been hit with a moving violation. Nobody on the receiving end of that smile could have the strength of will to ticket you.
“Ready?” He’d asked once he joined you on the pavement, glancing at the entrance before his eyes flicked over to you.
You didn’t look it, but you’d swallowed hard and said, “Ready.”
Like it was the hundredth time and not the first, your hand slipped into his and squeezed tight. Distinctly not ready, you’d followed his lead as he headed towards the front doors. Seokjin caught sight of your joint reflection in the glass pane as he pulled the door open. Your ruse would’ve fooled him if he wasn’t in on it, he’d realized. It looked right, you holding onto him.
The ceremony was exactly as boring as he’d expected it would be, but your head resting lightly against his shoulder was a sufficient distraction. Completely ignoring the vows being exchanged several meters ahead of him, Seokjin had spent a minimum of ten minutes trying to figure out what the scent of your shampoo was, and why it was giving him heart palpitations. When the newlyweds paraded past him on the way back down the aisle, he’d ignored that, too, and wiped the sentimental tear off your cheek with the side of his thumb.
Thankfully, the reception was proving to be infinitely more exciting than its predecessor.
Despite scanning the area several times, Seokjin still couldn’t spot your ex in the crowd of guests. You still danced as if that clown was watching, touched Seokjin’s arm whenever you laughed at one of his jokes with your whole chest. He was dizzy, kind of, but maybe that was the champagne.
No, he ultimately concluded. The champagne was currently working it’s magic on you, sloshing lightly in your flute as you set it back down on the table.
“I have a confession to make,” You whispered at full volume, smiling sheepishly. “Promise you won’t get mad?”
You reached across the table to take his hand and knocked over the aforementioned flute in the process. With reflexes shockingly quick for someone as tipsy as he was, Seokjin managed to steady the glass before it could empty onto the table cloth. Eyebrows raised, he smirked expectantly back at you.
“They aren’t here.”
Seokjin wasn’t following, and that was definitely the champagne. You squeezed your eyes shut and proceeded to spill your secret at a shocking pace.
“Chan told me a few weeks ago that their RSVP said no.” Your blush licked up your cheekbones like a wild fire. “I may have known that when I asked you to come with me. I just didn’t…”
Your voice petered out at the end of that sentence. You cracked one eye open to look at him in anticipation of a reaction.
“I didn’t know if you’d want to come with me if I asked you outright,” You sighed. “I just — I really wanted you here. You know, with me.”
Inside Seokjin’s head, there were no thoughts, only bells and sirens and whistles and fireworks exploding, sending sparks down to put themselves out on the smooth surface of his brain. He didn’t have words, but he did have hands; so, he cupped your face between them and kissed you with all the emphasis in the world.
You kissed him back with vigor until you eventually pulled back breathless. Shock evident in your whisper — and this time, it really was one — you asked, “You’re not mad?”
Like it was the hundredth time and not the second, Seokjin kissed you with a smile.
“No complaints.”
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taetaespeaches · 1 year
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“I tried to make you cinnamon rolls.”
seokjin x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.9K
a/n: Hi lovelies! I’m back! Here we have Poopsie/reader attempting to bake some cinnamon rolls for Jin and her execution fails. And Jin is just the sweetest, of course, like obviously <3 I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))
p.s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEOKJIN!!!!!!! my most beloved. 
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It all started with a craving. Jin’s craving from the night before. He said it while tangled up in disarrayed sheets, his skin warm as you lied against his frame. His fingers brushed along your bicep, his breath labored as he chuckled to himself, you placing a kiss to his bare chest before smiling against him. It was just a simple, “cinnamon rolls sound so good right now.”
A stupid post-sex craving.
You had woken up with an insane desire to satisfy that craving for your boyfriend. All you wanted was to do something nice for him, after all the things he’d done for you over the years. It had to be perfect and delicious, Jin had to be able to taste how much you loved him with one bite of the doughy pastry. You needed to show him how much you cared, how devoted you were.
And perhaps that was why you were so disappointed when Jin walked into the kitchen after a long day of dance practice and rehearsals, not to the cozy scent of cinnamon and freshly baked bread, but instead to the smell of something burning and the image of you scraping the charring off a blackened ball in your fist.
Maybe it was your sniffling that alerted Jin, or possibly the way you harshly wiped your face with the sleeve of your sweatshirt, the butterknife in your fist dangerously close to your eyes, but he darted toward you.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Jin calmly addressed you, startling you as you jumped in surprise of his entrance. You hid your face by looking downward as you continued your task, suddenly feeling lame for both your poor baking attempt and your damp cheeks. “Hey, what happened?” He asked, worry laced in his tone. “Are you ok?”
Sighing, you shrugged as you attempted to collect yourself but failed as your eyelashes became wet and heavy again. Glancing through your clouded vision at the terrible baked goods sitting sadly in the dish, you finally stopped the action of scraping the cinnamon roll. “I swear it smelled really good in here ten minutes ago.”
Jin’s hand settled on your lower back, his presence bringing both comfort and embarrassment. His other hand hovered over the roll in your hands. “What’s this?”
“I tried to make you cinnamon rolls,” you spoke quietly, clearing your throat after hearing the hoarseness of your own voice.
“You did?” he asked softly, his tone radiating fondness.
“I fucking burned them,” you said in vexation, tossing the hardened dough into the sink before he could take it from you. It made a clunk sound, eliciting a scoff from you.
Before you could berate yourself further, Jin took your wrist in his, gently removing the knife from your grasp and setting it in the basin before he intertwined his fingers with yours. Turning you toward him, he dipped his head to meet your lowered gaze, drawing your eyes to his. “But are you hurt?”
“No,” you groaned at yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and titling your chin toward the ceiling. “I’m just frustrated.”
Pulling you into his arms, you heard him sigh near your ear. “Baby.”
“I’m sorry,” you quietly whined, pitying yourself.
You felt him shaking his head before he opened his mouth to respond. “What are you apologizing for?” Jin questioned, his tone on the verge of outrage. “I love you,” he added as though that was all that mattered. As though it would fix everything.
Still upset over your failure to conduct the perfect scenario, you groaned against him. “Because I was trying to do this thing for you and I fucked it up.”
“And I think you’re incredible for trying,” he assured you, bringing a hand to your jaw to direct your eyes to his once again when you attempted to look to the side of him. “Hey, you’re the sweetest.”
“I just don’t know what I did wrong,” you whined, more tears gathering in your bottom eyelashes. “It said 20 minutes, I did that. I triple checked the temperature. I followed the recipe step by step, I bought yeast,” you explained, Jin struggling to hold back a smile. “I let the dough rise for an hour and a half, only to then punch it back down— which you know what? It seems really counterproductive after letting it rise for that hour and a half—” you interjected, ranting as Jin continued his fight to hold back a grin. “I rolled it out, I made the cinnamon filling and spread that all out, I rolled the stupid thing up, I even measured before I cut it into the rolls.”
“Seems like a lot of rolls and rolling,” Jin joked, earning another whine from you.
“Jin,” you pouted, followed by a huff.
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled lightly, his hand snaking to the back of your head, his fingers digging into your hair as he tugged you forward against his frame. His arm easily wrapped around you, holding you close as his hand soothed up and down your back.
“Did you do this because of what I said last night?” He wondered, his voice muffled against the side of your head, his lips then leaving a sweet kiss to the spot.
“I just thought it would be nice,” you muttered into his chest.
“It is nice,” he insisted, massaging your scalp with his finger pads.
“I’m a failure and this whole thing is embarrassing,” you countered, Jin sighing as he shook his head.
“You’re not a failure,” he whispered. “And you have nothing to be embarrassed about, do you rem-” he huffed. “You watched me fall out of bed butt ass naked this morning, who’s gonna judge you around here?”
Damn him, you thought as your face cracked into a smile. A light chuckle tumbled from your lips as you pushed away from Jin just enough to peer at his features, finding a gentle smile directed at you.
“I wore you out last night, I can’t blame you for having trouble on your feet this morning,” you joked with a shrug, Jin’s grin widening as a dorky squeaky laugh met your ears. Sighing, you glanced over at your blackened rolls. “I just wanted to do something nice for you.”
Jin’s pillow lips settled against your cheekbone, smooshing them to your face as he kissed you carelessly in a series of smooches. “You fucked me so good last night I craved cinnamon rolls for the first time in my life,” he mumbled near your ear, leaving another messy peck to your cheek. “You do plenty for me.”
“Stop,” you whined, shoving against his chest and laughing as you stepped away from him. Jin’s hand wrapped around your wrist, keeping you from going far as he beamed at your brightened expression. For the first time, he allowed himself to look at the cinnamon rolls, a sad sigh instantly falling from his lips.
“Oh Poopsie,” he smiled gently. “You didn’t do anything wrong, that baking dish is a piece of shit.” Looking at him with curious eyes, he shook his head. “I meant to toss it out, the metal is too thin and the food gets way too hot in it.”
“Well, fuck,” you frowned, your shoulders slumped. “Stupid pan. It’s lucky it’s metal and not glass with the way I slammed it against the stove earlier,” you cracked a smile at yourself. “I put on quite the dramatic performance in here.”
Tsking at you, he pouted slightly. “How much time did you put into this?”
“Ah,” you shook your head as though it was nothing. “The longest part was waiting for the dough to rise.”
“I’m sorry, my love,” he pulled you closer to him.
“No, it’s ok.” Rolling your eyes, you looked back at Jin. “I think I just don’t like failing,” you smirked. “I’m usually such a stud, I’m not used to it,” you teased, Jin chuckling at you, his bread cheeks soft as his eyes crinkled prettily.
“I know!” he agreed wholeheartedly. “You know, I’ll eat those anyway if it’ll make you happy.”
“God no, you’ll chip a tooth,” you giggled, lifting another roll from the pan and tapping it against the counter to show Jin how hard they were.
You were sure that your aversion to failure was partially to blame for your emotional outburst. However, a bit deeper down you knew it was because you felt like you only had so much time to show Jin how much you cared for him. Your boyfriend was a provider at heart, a domestic god who was always taking care of everyone. Being able to provide for him was something you believed to be a privilege; being the person who could give him peace and quiet, be a shoulder to lean on, the one with his best interests at heart, and yes, even the person who could give him a sweet treat smothered in even sweeter icing.
“You’re incredible for this,” Jin told you more seriously, staring at you with gentle eyes. “I mean it, I would never have expected this but it’s such a you thing to do and god, I just love you”
Staring at him, you found his soft brown eyes glimmering back at you, expressing all the feeling behind the words he spoke. “Expect what, burnt dessert?” You joked, flashing him a grin.
“No,” he smiled fondly. “Someone caring enough to do all of this,” he gestured to the kitchen. “But of course you’d do this. You go to work all day and then just because I said something in a fucked out daze you went through all this work.”
Watching him carefully, you could tell there was something lingering on the tip of his tongue. Squeezing his hand in yours, you encouraged him to say it. He gave you a sad smile before shrugging defeatedly. “I don’t want to have to miss you.”
You felt the sting in your eyes, triggering you to quickly blink it away. There it was, the overreaching bitterness to your every interaction these days. Every act of devotion came along with the knowledge that you’d soon be apart.
Not wanting the moment to turn sour, you wrapped him up in a hug and kissed the side of his forehead. “Then don’t miss me yet,” you whispered to him, pressing a heap of pecks to his face again. “I’m right here,” you mumbled into his skin.
You could feel the way his cheeks lifted as he smiled before he nodded. “Hey, that looks pretty good,” he nodded to the counter, gesturing at the bowl of icing.
“Oh, yeah, that actually is good,” you informed him. “I did one thing right.”
Shooting you a quick glare, he then wasted no time in grabbing the bowl and wrapping an arm around your lower back before pushing you backward out of the kitchen. The night would turn out to be perfect, you and Jin together creating a memory to look back on fondly.
On the nights he wouldn’t be around, you would think back to this moment. Just you and Jin cuddled up on the couch as he teased you for your baking mishap, the both of you babbling on about the events of your respective days, your hopes and plans for your shared future, and how goddamn good that cinnamon roll icing tasted on each other’s lips.
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hoseokhasmyheartxx · 9 months
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hiiii steph!!! could i request 25 and 125 and jin? tysm!
Drunken Confessions | KSJ
*Pairing: best friend!Seokjin x gn!reader *Word Count: 1093 *Genre: friends-to-something, fluff, non-idol AU *Warnings: alcohol consumption and some crying are the only warnings i can think of, but regardless, my work is 18+ and MINORS DNI. *Summary: When you go to pick your best friend up from the bar, the last thing you're expecting is a drunken confession. *A/N: jfc i am so sorry this took so long! i have writer's hyperactivity and can barely focus on one fic at a time, let alone multiple. 🤣 i hope you enjoy this!
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Being woken up at 1:30 AM on a Thursday morning wasn’t exactly your idea of fun.
Being woken up at 1:30 AM on a Thursday morning to go pick up your drunk best friend? Even worse.
You sighed, hanging up the phone and dragging yourself out of bed. Silently cursing Jungkook for enabling him once again, you grabbed your keys and slipped on your shoes before heading out the door.
The drive to the bar was uneventful and quick. Pulling over to the side of the street and flipping on your hazard lights, you texted Jungkook to tell him to hurry up. Within minutes, you were greeted with the sight of him, Jin’s stumbling making you giggle as they reached your car.
“Sorry, dude. He insisted I call you instead of an Uber,” Jungkook huffed out, dumping Jin into the passenger seat of your car. “Good luck.”
You waved as Jungkook shut the car door, putting the car into drive again as you left the bar. Glancing over at Jin, you laughed as you saw him already passed out, head lolling to the side, mouth agape.
Shaking your head, you drove silently to Jin’s apartment complex. You pulled into his second parking space, turning to face him. Nudging him gently, you shook him awake.
“Hey, sleeping beauty. Get up. We’re here.”
Jin grumbled, struggling to get his seatbelt off. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you reached over to unclick it for him, then went one step farther and pulled the lever to open his car door for him as well. Turning the car off, you walked over to his side of the car and pulled the door open all the way. You watched as he stumbled his way out of your car, almost tripping over his own feet multiple times on the way to his front door. You followed him, wanting to make sure he got to bed without falling and cracking his head open on the tile floor.
He was so drunk that he could barely get his keys out of his pocket without dropping them. Rolling your eyes, you fished around in his back pocket for the keys and silently unlocked his front door. Letting yourself in, you stood to the side as Jin came in after you, kicking his shoes off to the side.
He was unusually quiet today. Even on his drunkest nights, Jin was typically the life of the party. Obnoxious laughter and loud, nonstop talking were his personality. He would never shut up about how much fun he was, or how handsome his face was. He had even drunkenly given himself the nickname WWH, “Worldwide Handsome.” But tonight, something was different.
Grabbing a bottle of water from his kitchen, and Advil from his bathroom, you followed him into his bedroom, where he was seated on the bed. Watching him struggle to unbutton his shirt was comical at first, but after multiple failed attempts, it became painful to watch.
“Here, let me help you,” you offered. Sitting down next to him, you reached over and began undoing the buttons of his shirt. Your fingers worked quickly, wanting to get home so you could get back to sleep. Finishing the buttons, you patted his chest and stood again, watching as he sat, still abnormally quiet.
You handed him the Advil and water, hoping he wouldn’t wake up hungover, even though he rightly deserved it at this point. You watched as he swallowed the pills, his throat bobbing as he drank his water. Sighing, he shakily placed the water bottle down on his nightstand before standing to take his pants off. You hurriedly turned around. The two of you were close, but not that close.
Hearing the mattress squeak, followed by the rustling of his comforter, you knew he was covered, so you turned around again. He just stared at you, not saying anything. Jin was tall, with broad shoulders that engulfed you every time he hugged you. But, seeing him huddled up in bed, his comforter pulled up to his chin, he looked so small. His eyes searched yours, a look on them you’d never seen before. Almost like.. sadness. Jin wasn’t one to ever show his emotions, so this threw you.
“Alright, bud. You good? If you are, I'm gonna go,” you said, heading toward the door behind you. You took a few steps before you heard your name called from behind you. You turned back, facing him again.
“It hurts.”
Scrunching your face up in confusion, you closed the distance between the two of you, kneeling on the floor next to his bed, your face level with his.
“Jinnie, what hurts? Are you okay?”
You watched as tears rolled down his cheeks. You cradled his face in your hand, swiping them away with your thumb.
He took a deep breath, calming himself before continuing.
“It hurts loving someone who doesn’t love you.”
You felt your hand drop from his face, your heart along with it. You weren’t positive that he was talking about you, but you had a feeling. Jin had been your best friend for two years, and you’d always hoped that maybe something could happen between you two. But it never had; he’d never given you the slightest hint that it could be possible.
“Who, Jinnie? What are you talking about?” 
He shifted onto his back, eyes never leaving yours.
“You, dumbass. I- I love you,” he slurred.
Your heart skipped a beat. Well, more like several beats. 
“Jin… you’re drunk,” you reasoned.
“You’re right, I am. But it’s the truth.”
Sighing, you stood, trying to get out of there before you did something stupid, like believe him.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Jin. Get some sleep,” you said, rushing out of his room, out the door to your car. You drove home, holding back tears the whole way.
You tossed and turned all night, unsure when you finally fell asleep. You woke up, feeling even more exhausted than you were before.
Checking your phone, you opened your texts, only to drop your phone directly onto your face upon reading the only message you had.
              8:47 AM Jinnie: I meant it. I’m in love with you.
You stared at the ceiling, eyes wide as you digested what you’d just read. Jin had drunkenly told you he was in love with you, which you didn’t believe. But now? He was telling you the same thing, completely sober, and you knew he wasn’t someone who would ever lie about something like this.
Now what? 
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jinkookspencil · 4 months
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keep playing | ksj
jin helps you with your game…
suggestive jin drabble / established relationship / ~300 words / happy birthday my love seokjinnie <3
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Again?
“Jin! Pin puzzle!” you yell from the living room couch, hoping the call reached your fiancee’s ears, wherever he may be in the apartment, your eyes still glued to the puzzle on the screen.
“Let me wash my hands,” he replies loudly from the nearby kitchen, appearing at your side a minute later and immediately snatching the remote controller from your hands.
You watch the screen closely as Jin carefully moves the pin to its rightful position - a seemingly easy puzzle, but entirely reliant on patience and a precise positioning of the dual joystick knobs, and different every time. It was something you could never figure out, a major inconvenience considering they had to be solved in order to unlock the best gear and in-game currency. And the puzzles only got trickier as you progressed into the game. Luckily, you had a gamer for a boyfriend.
“Just one, fuck, ahhhhhhhhh,” Jin moans, the completed puzzle coming to life on screen when he hands back the controller.
“I don’t know how you solve them so quickly,” you mutter to your boyfriend.
“I’m good with my fingers aren’t I?”
A wide smirk is on his face when you turn to look at him - it’s a smug look you could only answer by rolling your eyes in admittance. Laughing now, Jin plops down next to you, and his self-proclaimed excellent fingers scratch at your thighs as he watches you gather the unlocked loot onscreen.
No urgent mission. Not in the midst of a sidequest, Jin notes, scanning the television screen.
“Sit on my lap,” he whispers, bunching up your dress with his fingers.
Reminded of just what Jin could do with his fingers, you willingly sit between his thighs and spread yours before he could inch his hand between them and graze there in permission, as he always does. He slips his fingers beneath the fabric at your core within seconds.
“Keep playing.”
“Mmmh, you too.”
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ugh-yoongi · 1 year
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Hi, requesting for the the Valentine’s Day drabbles pls: things you said when you were drunk + Seokjin
hi, thank you for this one! it was fun.
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pairing: seokjin x f. reader
genre: established relationship au, fluff
warnings: seokjin is drunk, some swearing. that's it! this is just fluff, mainly.
wordcount: 694
taking valentine's day drabble requests here ♡
You should’ve known when Jimin was the one to call.
Jimin never calls. Drunkenness is simply another state of matter to him, despite the fact that he has none of the grace or finesse of Seokjin and spends most of his time inebriated half-slumped in someone’s lap.
So you’re a little surprised when the clock rolls over to one a.m. and it’s Jimin’s name that flashes across your screen. Usually no one calls, because Seokjin has half a beer and is home and tucked into bed to read Webtoons by eleven, but it’s almost always Yoongi when someone does, typically gruff and abrasive and eager to get you off the phone on a good day, but gleeful and amused when he’s able to take the piss out of his hyung.
“Hello?”
“Hiii,” comes Jimin’s lilted voice. “What are you doing?”
You snort. “Well, it’s one o’clock in the morning, so I’m in bed watching a paid program for wrinkles and crepey skin.”
“That’s gross,” he replies. “You should stop doing that and come pick up Seokjin-hyung, he’s really drunk.”
And that’s how you find yourself outside the bar twenty minutes later, looking extremely out of place at this upscale Gangnam spot in a pair of joggers and sneakers and a puffy coat. Jeongguk and Namjoon meet you outside, Seokjin’s long arms thrown around each of their shoulders, and he half-smiles when he sees you. Cocks his head a little, like you’re familiar but he can’t place who you are.
“Thank fuck you’re here,” Jeongguk says, and Seokjin still scolds him for swearing even though he’s drunk.
Namjoon, always the diplomat, helps Seokjin into your car. Swings his legs inside and buckles his seatbelt. All but kisses his forehead goodnight, and it’s really sweet, you think; they’re all so careful with each other, always looking out. But then Namjoon slaps Jeongguk on the back and says, “Our turn,” and the moment’s kind of ruined.
“Wait!” Seokjin yells, the singular word slurred so badly it’s almost not a word anymore. “Who is this person? I don’t know her! Why are you sending me away with her?”
Jeongguk groans and immediately disappears back into the bar, leaving Namjoon to stare at you with wide, panicked eyes. “What do you mean, hyung?”
“I can—I can’t go with this person, I have a fiancée at home, that’s why we came here! To celebrate!”
Namjoon stands stock-still for a second. Looks at Seokjin. Looks at you. Then he says, “Yeah, good luck,” and follows Jeongguk inside, Seokjin pitching a fit the entire time despite the fact he makes no attempt to escape. Just wiggles in his seat a little, flushed from his shoulders to his hairline.
You’re two minutes into your journey home when Seokjin speaks.
“For the record,” he begins, “I do not want to be in this car with you.”
You roll your lips to keep from laughing. “No?”
“No,” he confirms. “I’m spoken for.”
“Congratulations,” you tell him, fondness seeping in between the syllables. “She must be a saint to put up with you.”
If Seokjin were sober, he’d shoot you A Look. Probably go yah, what does that mean! in that squawking loud voice and you would laugh as his ears turned red. But Seokjin is drunk, teetering on the edge of shitfaced, so he just lolls his head to the side, corners of his mouth tugging up in a shy smile not meant for you to see. “She is. I’m very lucky.”
Well, how the tables have turned. You feel your cheeks warm. “That’s gross,” you whisper to yourself, echoing Jimin’s words from earlier. Then, louder and to Seokjin, you reply, “I’m sure she feels the same.”
“She better,” he says. You can tell he’s exhausted, drifting in and out of sleep. “Imagine being as handsome as me and she didn’t. They’d write tragedies about it.”
You laugh. “Who is ‘they’?”
“You know,” Seokjin says, waving his hand around. “The tragedy people.”
“Ah, yeah, those guys,” you agree, but as you pull into the parking garage of your apartment building, you think he might be right.
Not loving Seokjin would be a tragedy.
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loving-jin · 6 months
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Do you ever think about life - Kim Seokjin
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Summary: lazy, comfort time with Jin who deals with your romantic existential thoughts Pairings: Jin x yn (female) Warnings: none, just love and comfort Words: 731 All rights reserved
Hello! I am back again for a drabble about my sweet man, Jin! It's just a silly comfort one I wrote for the times we feel like we need a little bit more love:) Feedback and reblogs are appreciatable!
The soft light of the long-risen sun was reflecting on your face as you stretched your arms a little, snuggling better in your bed. You felt a familiar scent back on your nostrils, a scent that reminded you of home. It was no other of your boyfriend, Seokjin. In your teddy matching pajamas that Jin highly insisted that you both buy on a random shopping spree on a free day, you laid peacefully in bed, your head safely tucked under Jin's jaw. His hand was lazily drawing circles on your back, slowly as he touched you between small naps that the both of you occasionally got. Your breath was even from the comforting scenery and the fact that not you nor your boyfriend had nowhere to go. You were thanking great heavens for Jin's well earned vacation given by his company. The soft scent of Jin's earthy aroma mixed with the remaining of his always worn fragrance was intoxicating to you, making you feel as if you were flying at the sky during a midnight dream.
"Baby?" you asked quietly, breaking the comfortable silence covering the both of you. The thing with Jin was that you didn't need to be talking or feeling anxious about finding any topics to start a conversation, your mind and heart was at the same ease while being silent. "Hm?" his raspy voice echoed against your ear, this being the only thing audible in the room, "what is it sweetheart?" a small smile appeared on his face, the kind of the ones you loved that were full of comfort and love. "Do you ever think about life?" you looked up to meet his eyes, placing your head against his shoulder. Seokjin made sure to place his arms differently so he'd still be engulfing you in his embrace. "Hm I'm not sure what you mean there" he chuckled lightly while fixing his position against the pillows so he could lock eyes with you. "Do you ever think how life would be if we didn't meet? How the smallest of events actually mean so much to the people we become?" you frowned on your own thoughts. "Hm" he tilted his head slightly, an also puzzled look on his face as he seemed to be thinking about it deeply. It was amazing how he'd always seem to be minding you and your worries no matter how small or stupid they seemed.
"It seems you've thought about it quite well" he humphed, his long fingers twirling the edges of your hair. "I've starting to realize how important this is. For moments like these. Where I can be myself" your grip became a little bit tighter around his torso. Jin turned down to you and smiled once again, sitting up, so his back was against the bed board. Swiftly, he passed his hands under your waist, placing you on his stretched out legs. Your arms naturally found their way around him as your front was against Jin's chest. Quietly, he rocked you just a tiny bit, your cheek squished against his broad chest. "I've been starting to get life more seriously now that I'm with you hm?" he looked down at you as he placed his finger under your chin encouraging you to meet his sight. "I do think of stuff like that sometimes. I don't know how or why, but we ended up together. And I'm so grateful for those series of events. Cause those have changed my life for the better" he said placing a small kiss on your lips, smiling.
"You are indeed the best part of me" you smiled back. "I'm not" Jin nodded negatively, grinning. "Hey" you frowned, pouting. "I don't want you to discredit yourself even a tiny bit. All this awesomeness comes directly from you. I don't play any role. I believe every different people bring out a different version of ourselves. And I'm happy to know that you bring out mine. My love, my darling" "Jin, what you said was so beautiful" you giggled, kissing his cheek. "Do I get more kisses for stuff like these?" he giggled back at your cuteness, before planting one on his own. "Hey, I'm the rewarder here" you playfully told him. "What about a change of roles?" he frowned teasingly before starting to pepper your face with kisses. He was indeed the one. The one for you.
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jeonitopia · 10 months
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🪐moon n' stars
🪐kim seokjin x gn! reader
🪐fluff, drabble, royalty au
🪐drabble reqs open
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in a land that far from home, a place where green is what all you could see, a beauty of nature that could be seen nowhere else. in the center of it all sits jin, perched on a rock watching someone, a someone who wears what is to be called 'fashion of the commoner' – they sport a white blouse with olive-colored overalls and simple leather shoes. jin watches them with utmost interest, they weave flowers with grace and a soft smile, letting their surroundings envelop them in a comforting hug.
"you have a grace a royalty could never have" jin whispers, eyes never leaving your form as you acknowledge his words with a hum, continuing your weaving.
"i am indeed no royalty" you turn your gaze to look up at him, the two of you staring into the galaxies of eachother, the soul of a person, their eyes. your hands rests on each of your knees, while your unfinished flower crown sits atop your lap.
"you have always been more than a royalty, my love" he smiles softly, sliding off the rock in favor to be closer to you. his hand moves under your chin to raise it towards him as he presses a kiss of true love onto your lips. this was what no noble or royalty could ever create, a love that could never be attained no matter the sacrifice of effort, a love that no amount of gold or diamonds could afford. true love with no strings attached like puppets, no mask to be hide behind. "the stars created you, they created you for the moon that is my heart."
you smile at him before looking down your lap to seemingly destroy your progress, jin raises his eyebrows at this. "what are you doing?" his words going from one ear through the other as you carry on with your work. a few more minutes pass as you carry on to weave, jin's undivided attention still on you.
the moment you finish, you are quick to present your two creations to your lover, a proud grin sitting on your face. jin takes a few seconds to scan your creation, a smirk appearing on his face. "are you proposing to me?"
"would you like me to?" you innocently ask, truly, if jin would have wanted you to propose you would by no-means do it. "i tried to make each flower represent the moon and stars"
jin softens up at your revelation, his smirk morphing into a smile – at this moment, in his eyes, you were so precious, you truly were one in a kind for him. your soul was something that was as pure as a little puppy, a treasure that once found should never be let go of. jin took the ring that he assumed was the moon and slid it onto the ring finger of his non-dominant hand.
"in every life i'd live, you will always be the one for my eternity" he mutters softly, his gaze moving to your face. you put on your ring, careful not to break it. "i'll always be sure to find you" you respond with your eyes closed and grinning. truly at peace.
the moon and stars were created for eachother.
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🪐sorry for any grammar mistakes, made this on my phone impulsively, proper header tba
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7ndipity · 1 year
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Medicine
Dad!Jin x gn child
Summary: just a lil drabble about Jin trying to look after his sick kid.
Warnings: none I think?
A/N: Thank you to the anon who requested this! I wanted to post yesterday, but I wasn't feeling well. Also, I don't have much experience with kids, so I'm sorry if it's eh. (Dal means moon in Korean)
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"Please take it?"
"No!"
"Please?!" Jin begged the stubborn three year old.
He had spent the better part of the last ten minutes sat on the living room floor, trying to coerce Dal into taking some cough medicine.
You had left him in charge of looking after the toddler, who was recovering from a mild cold, while you went to run some errands. It had been going well enough up until now; they had watched cartoons, built block houses, played hide and seek, but now, as he sat staring down at the child's sour expression, he wondered if he should've volunteered to go for you instead.
There was no question that Jin was a good dad, but sometimes when it came to the moments that required him to be more on the stern side, things would kinda fall apart.
"It's not even that bad, look." He took a tiny sip of the liquid, which he immediately regretted, recoiling from the bitter taste, much to Dal's amusement.
"Mlegh! No wonder you hate this stuff!" He said as they giggled.
"Ok, look," He tried changing tactics to one of his favorites: bribery. "If you take this, I'll give you ice cream?"
Dal eyed him for a moment before quickly drinking the cup of medicine, gagging at the taste while Jin cheered for them.
"Yes! Thank you, my little hero!" He scooped them up and almost skipped to the kitchen.
He sat them at the table and quickly collected the promised reward and two spoons.
"Just don't tell mommy." He said secretively as he sat down, handing them a spoon and setting the now open carton on the table between them.
Dal nodded, eyes scrunching up as they smiled at him before digging in. He knew you would scold him for not using dishes, but he would deal with that later. He had accomplished his goal, that was all that mattered right now.
(By the time you got home an hour later, they were both sound asleep on the couch, Dal curled up against their fathers chest.)
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