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hot-soop · 5 months

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don't let me tempt you / ch.2

pairing: angel!seokjin x angel!f.reader ⇢ au: angels & demons ⇢ genre: forbidden romance, friends 2 lovers, comedy(?), fluff, eventual smut (not in this chapter), lite angst ⇢ summary: Seokjin is temporarily banished from Heaven and you're not all that good at paperwork. ⇢ chapter wc: 4k ⇢ rating: fic rating is explicit/18+ for eventual smut; chapter rating is 16 & up bc they're the equivalent of ken dolls rn, but minors please DNI anyway. This isn't for you. ⇢ chapter warnings: LOTS of religious imagery but please remember that this isn't meant to be accurate, it's crack Good Omens style nonsense. Author is an atheist. Swearing. Drinking. Implications of loss of faith. If there's any tags you think I'm missing, please let me know - I'd hate to be the cause of any upset or discomfort ⇢ a/n: thank uuuuuu @ugh-yoongi for reading this over, i adore you

chapter 1 here

chapter 2

736 BC

August 12th. 6:13pm. Sunshine.

It’s been ninety-one years and twenty-six visits to Earth since your first cup of tea. Since then Seokjin has shown you could enjoy so many more earthly pleasures than you thought possible. He makes an effort to show you something new every time you visit, and humans, as it turns out, are so much more creative than angels give them credit for. You’re really starting to enjoy it here. Every time, you wish you could stay longer. And so you learned you could convince Turiel to add routine patrols on all your banishments - by all accounts you’re only ever visiting Earth on ‘Official Business’.

(‘Managed to convince’ isn’t really the right turn of phrase, more like you briefly floated the idea and Turiel near bit your hand off to add more to your workload.)

Of course the visits mean more reports in theory, but truth be told there aren’t that many banishments to keep on top of, and you spend far less time with the other banished angels than anyone else need know. That isn’t the case for Seokjin’s visits. No, you could spend an entire day in his company and feel like it’s been no time at all. For those reports alone, you need to twist the truth.

Your stomach growls and Seokjin tuts.

“If you didn’t wait thirteen years between visits,” he grumbles. “Your stomach wouldn’t be so loud.”

You open your mouth to say that the only reason you have any interest in Earth is because of Seokjin and his friends (though maybe by now they count as yours too, it’s something you’ll have to ask Taehyung) but the sour look on his face gives you pause.

(Ah yes. Taehyung. Your readers will probably be wondering why he’s still alive. Well, they all are. As it turns out the change from human to vampire was irreversible, and all Seokjin had been able to do was make it so they’re not quite as immortal as angels and demons are. In short - one could kill the three of them with a stake to the heart, if they should wish. When you found out Seokjin had omitted the truth (his words) about their lack of demise, that had been the biggest (and only) argument you’ve had in the centuries you’ve known him. Jimin had cried. It was very embarrassing.

Of course, you’d moved past it, because there was little to be done to change anything, and you actually rather like the company of the vampire trio. Yoongi is another anomaly, he should be dead too, and he kind of- he sort of is. Seokjin calls him a ghoul. But having met him, you can’t say he’s as evil as the handbooks make ghouls out to be. A grouch, definitely, but you can see why Seokjin likes to keep him around.

Anyway, the point of this opening was not Seokjin’s lie of omission. The point is Seokjin’s current disposition.)

“Why are you in such a mood?”

“I’m not in a mood,” Seokjin shoots back.

“You are,” you counter.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

Seokjin flicks you on the forehead.

“Ow!”

“Please stop,” snaps Namjoon from the corner of the room. “Some of us are trying to study.”

You crane your neck to spy on the book he’s reading. Heraclitian Philosophy.

Seokjin notices you looking. “Namjoon fancies himself as one of the new age philosophers,” he whispers. “He won’t listen but I keep telling him they’re a bunch of miserable fu-”

“I can hear you,” says Namjoon, pointedly.

You and Seokjin share a private smile.

“We missed you,” he murmurs.

“Missed you too,” you say, cheerfully.

You dip a spoon into the pot Seokjin is standing over, and he chastises you for tasting too early (it’s not ready, so he says) but it’s so good that you can’t help yourself.

“Mmm,” you hum, appreciative. “My favourite.”

He’s strawberry red again.

“Where do strawberries grow?” you ask.

Seokjin laughs. “You always ask such weird questions.”

You bonk him on the head with your spoon.

“Answer please.”

“Dunno,” says Seokjin with a shrug. “I haven’t seen any here.”

“In Europe!” Namjoon calls over.

“Thank you!” you shout back.

“Why do you ask?” says Seokjin.

“I want to try one.”

He tilts his head, a curious puppy if you ever saw one.

“I invented them,” you answer his unasked question.

“You?”

You frown. “Yes, me.”

“You made food?”

“I made lots of things.”

“But you didn’t try anything?”

“Well why would I? I made lovely things in pretty colours just like they asked and sent them off to Agriculture.”

Seokjin smiles sardonically, saying, “such a good little angel, aren’t you?”

You beam even though it’s a non-compliment, and Seokjin rolls his eyes, but this time the look in his eye is one of affection.

“What else did you invent?” Seokjin asks, and off you go, listing all the things in your roster until you lose your breath.

After dinner, Namjoon goes out to meet the others for a dinner of their own, leaving you and Seokjin sitting in front of an open window, sipping tea and catching up on the happenings over the last decade.

Seokjin seems down. He leaves his tea to go cold and picks at loose threads on his tunic.

After a while, you ask, “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Your friend’s face falls into a dejected pout. “Time’s almost up,” he says with a heavy sigh. “Thirty years left and I’ve hardly been anywhere. Hardly seen a thing.”

Seokjin always claims he’s not sentimental, but you look at the home he’s built for himself, the friends he keeps, the trinkets that adorn the room, some four-hundred years old, and you deduce that there is little truth to that statement. What he isn’t is someone who tends to feel sorry for himself.

It’s unsettling, seeing him like this.

“It’ll be okay,” you tell him. “Once you’re back home you’ll have your miracles, and you can have all of this and more in Heaven.”

Seokjin rolls his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’ll be there too,” you tack on.

His responding smile is a little pitiful, but a smile is a smile, and if that’s all he’s got, you’ll take it.

729 BC

January 28th. 6:56pm. Snowing.

Taehyung says he’s invented a game. It’s called truth or dare, and the objective is to tell the truth when you’re asked a question, or do something at the other player's request. Despite asking on several occasions, there seems to be no clear rules on how to win.

“This isn’t a criticism of your creativity, Taehyung,” you say gently. “But it seems as if there’s no real point in playing if your point scoring system is flawed.”

Taehyung stares at you. Jimin hides a laugh behind his hand.

“How do we know when to end the game if there’s no objective winner?” you ask.

They ignore you, and Namjoon suggests it would be better to write down the dares and questions and draw them from different jars. For yours, you write down things like eat exactly 2/7ths of an apple and what time is it?

Jimin pours drinks, because apparently there’s also ‘forfeits’ in the form of ‘taking a shot’ if you can’t answer truthfully or complete a dare, but you can’t imagine why either thing would be such difficult tasks to complete.

“Why would I lie, though?” you ask again. “It’s my job to be divine.”

“You’ve lied for me on more than a hundred occasions,” Seokjin reminds you.

“Nonsense,” you say, haughtily. “That was for the greater good.”

Jimin and Taehyung share a funny look.

Namjoon coughs. “Shall we just play?”

You grumble something about rules being made to be followed that the others pointedly ignore, and Yoongi is the first to draw from the dare pile, and Taehyung- who is reading over his shoulder- shrieks.

Run naked to the end of the street and back <3

Oh.

Yoongi turns as red as a ghoul can go (which is to say, not very) and says he’s glad he can turn invisible, and promptly disappears from view. The only suggestion that he even leaves the room is the door opening and closing. Jimin says pointedly that he bets Yoongi is still in the room, but a minute later the door goes again, and Yoongi appears once more at the table, pink-cheeked and panting. Jimin scowls like a child and calls him a spoilsport.

The game continues in this vein until Namjoon gets your dare.

“Put on socks?” he says, confused.

“Yes!” You nod. “It’s very cold.”

Seokjin laughs. “You really are an angel.”

You beam at him.

Namjoon goes to find socks.

“Stop making googly eyes at each other,” says an exasperated Jimin. “I’m bored.”

Taehyung nudges the jars toward Seokjin. “Your turn.”

He makes a drawn out show of searching for the best one while not actually looking, claiming he can tell who wrote it by the way they folded the paper. He pulls out one he says was ‘obviously’ written by Yoongi, but by the gleeful look on Jimin’s face, you wonder if it was really him.

“Kiss your favourite person in the room,” reads Seokjin. He stares very hard at the paper. He’s not even blinking.

Taehyung and Jimin break the silence with a giggle. Namjoon is back, with more socks on, and his eyes dart between you and Seokjin. And now your eyes have turned into curious little fiends too, looking from Seokjin to the paper to Seokjin to the paper, to your hands, which are suddenly very interesting for no reason at all.

Seokjin looks at you for a long time. Seokjin turns red. And then Seokjin kisses Yoongi on the cheek.

“Forfeit!” yells Namjoon.

723 BC

March 9th. 8:02pm. A little chilly, but not unpleasantly so.

Today, the cold weather has you craving kimchi jjigae, and Seokjin has only complained three-hundred times about it. He says he made a table full of food, he asks why you can’t wait until everyone else arrives, he says of course you’d want the one thing he hadn’t made. He makes it anyway, and mutters that none of his other friends are as demanding nor as needy, including Taehyung.

The reason for the sheer amount of food adorning the table is because today is Yoongi’s birthday, and Seokjin is throwing him a party. Even though he’s sort of dead… and doesn’t need to eat. (It’s both pointless and confusing.)

You sit in front of the fire, bowl of jjigae warming your belly, kicking your legs contentedly while you wait for the guests to arrive.

Seokjin is anxious. He adjusts the position of the furniture six times. He wipes over his ornaments twice. He sweeps the floor three times and shoots you a glare when you try to help by using a little miracle to evaporate every speck of dust in the entire house. Normally he appreciates the privilege your miracles bring, since he lost access to his own, not tonight apparently. At first you attribute his sour mood to the idea of people he hardly knows invading his space, because while Yoongi is the quietest being you’ve ever known, he’s somehow friends with everyone in a twenty-mile radius. But Seokjin has hosted before - it’s nothing unusual for him to play host for others and dissolve into the background once everyone starts enjoying themselves.

No. Something else is going on here.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask.

“Talk about what?” Seokjin mutters with a scowl, distracted by fussing over a china pot that’s apparently three millimetres out of place.

“Whatever it is that has you acting like you’re not enjoying my company.”

Seokjin looks up at you, expression unreadable. The silence hangs uncomfortably until it’s interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. It’s the first guests, bringing with them gifts of food and wine.

People filter in quickly after that. You don’t know many, but those you recognise offer a friendly hello or a polite bow in your direction. You tend to keep your distance from most people, at least those who don’t know your true identity as an Angel of the Lord, but you do enjoy their idle chatter. It’s ever so interesting, the matters that concern them, the small things that bring them joy in their (without any disrespect) insignificant lives. You’d tried engaging a human in conversation once, at a market Seokjin brought you to, but Taehyung had laughed and suggested you needed more practice interacting with people. After that you lost your confidence.

Perhaps tonight could be another opportunity, if Seokjin has enough wine to make his guests less suspicious.

You jump up, fetching bottles and cups from the other room and passing them around with a smile. The humans accept them gratefully. There’s nothing like alcohol to get people talking. Thirty minutes later the room is full, and loud, and everyone is on (at least) their third drink. With a wave of your hand, the guests' cups are refilled, and thankfully it’s only Seokjin that seems to notice. He waves you over from the other side.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Helping,” you say.

“We don’t need to get everyone drunk before he arrives.” He stares at the door.

“I don’t think Yoongi would mind,” you say. “Hasn’t he been half-drunk every time I’ve seen him?”

“Oh, not him,” Seokjin says absent-mindedly.

You frown.

“Who then?”

Just then, the door bursts open and a dishevelled Yoongi is carried through on the shoulders of Taehyung and Jimin, with a panicked Namjoon following closely behind - hands outstretched as if that would help Yoongi if he were to fall.

Everyone cheers. Someone pours them a drink. Seokjin continues to stare at the door.

Weird.

After leaving Seokjin to his own devices you decide to work the room and quickly discover how right you were about the alcohol. It’s been forty-five minutes and you can’t escape a man who doesn’t seem to know whose birthday it is, but is very glad for the opportunity to talk about his herd of goats and all the trouble he’s having with one particular fox.

“I wouldn’t mind if it was a one off but it seems like the bastard has it out for me.”

“That’s terrible.” You commiserate, trying to look interested while scanning the room in search of an out. The few people you know well enough to call for help from are otherwise occupied. Taehyung is pouring wine into Jimin’s open mouth. Yoongi and Namjoon are sitting around the table deep in conversation with an elderly woman and her husband.

“-usually one a day,” he says, slurring his words. “Sometimes two!”

“Awful,” you agree.

Seokjin is standing by the door, face impassive, talking out of the corner of his mouth to a man who wasn’t here earlier. He’s impossibly tall, doesn’t look like anyone else in the room, all sallow skin and sunken eyes. Seokjin has a wrinkle in his nose suggesting there’s a bad smell nearby. You’d bet your immortal soul it’s the man next to him.

“-at this point it’d take a bloody miracle to save my herd-”

“A miracle,” you echo, hardly listening, too busy looking at how the man holds out his hand. The eager gleam in his hollow eyes. How Seokjin’s lips curl with distaste but he shakes his hand anyway.

“I’m fucked if it carries on,” your companion says, voice breaking.

“Yeah,” you breathe. There’s a pit forming in your stomach. “Fucked.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, me too,” you say. “I’ve just got to- uh- go… Over there.” And you’re weaving through the people in the room to get to Seokjin and the stranger who has your hackles raised like no one else has had in centuries.

“Seokjin!” you say with false brightness, smile tight. “Who’s your friend?”

Seokjin turns to you, eyes wide and desperate.

“Not now,” he whispers. “Please.”

You stand firm, undeterred. “I’m Seokjin’s friend-”

And then the man turns his glare on you, and you see it. You smell it.

A demon.

You can hardly contain your gasp.

The demon grins. His teeth are unbrushed. “The angel says she’s your friend, Seokjin, and you haven’t told her what you’ve been doing? Who you’ve been talking to. Tut tut.”

Your gaze snaps to Seokjin who looks like he’s about to be sick.

“Told me what?”

“Not now,” Seokjin snaps.

You’ve never seen him like it, not once in three centuries. Face suddenly hard and unmoving. Not even during your fight about his friend's lack of mortality. The pit in your stomach grows. Something horrible is happening and you can’t figure it out.

“Go home,” he says, resigned. “We’ll talk later.”

“But it’s Yoongi’s birthday-” you start, but the hard line of Seokjin’s lips tell you your argument is pointless.

“He’s my friend, Angel,” he says, voice raising enough to attract a few looks from the people nearby. “Mine. Not yours. Go.”

Seokjin shouts. Shouts often, in fact. A drama queen if one ever existed. But Seokjin doesn’t shout at you. Not like that. One last wary glance between your friend and the demon at his shoulder, and you’re back at your desk wondering what in Heaven just happened.

723 BC

March 10th. 6:42am. Cold. Uncomfortably so, but perhaps that’s just the vibe in the room.

Seokjin doesn’t notice you’re back. But then he is fast asleep in his chair, several empty bottles at his feet. There’s drool running down his chin.

“Wake up,” you say. The miracle helps him along with stirring. You’re impatient this morning. He blinks awake, and upon seeing you standing above him, he groans.

“M’too drunk for this righnow.”

“Then sober up.”

Seokjin scowls and slurs in an accusatory tone, “you took my miracles, remember? You’ll hav-to wait for me to do it the human way.” He’s very green. “Pass me a bucket won’t you, m’gonna be sick.”

You arch an eyebrow, thoroughly disgruntled, and he groans louder as the alcohol dissipates from his bloodstream.

Now sheepish, Seokjin straightens up awkwardly. He doesn’t look at you.

“I don’t care for the way you treated me last night,” you begin.

Seokjin nods.

“Yes. Sorry.”

“I also don’t care for your meeting with demons.”

Seokjin shifts awkwardly, rubs at his forehead, but the apology you expected is noticeably absent.

You suck in a breath. “Aren’t you going to explain?”

He nudges one of the bottles on the ground with his toe, watching it turn on its side, letting the silence hang heavy around you.

After a minute, you can’t bear it any longer. “Seok-”

“Can’t you see I’m miserable?” he cuts in.

You sigh. “Well, yes I had noticed.”

You know it’s been a long time since he’s been home, there’s bound to be some apprehension about returning. But you’ll be there too. You’ve got sway with the committee now that you’ve been “putting in the work” with the banished angels, you can put in a good word for him, get him into a position that gives him more freedom to visit Earth now and then. You explain all this, but Seokjin shakes his head, but apparently that wasn’t a good idea because he holds it in his hands and groans.

“Angel, you don’t get it,” he snaps. “Why would I want to go back? Back to that place where they only give a shit about one corner of the world-”

“That’s not true-” you interject.

“It is true,” Seokjin insists. “The past four-thousand years it’s been Jerusalem this, Jerusalem that. Bethlehem and Jordan and Egypt.”

“They’re great places!”

“Yes, but everywhere else is great too. What makes one place better than the rest? What was the point of making all of this beauty if the one book of any importance doesn’t talk about it? If it’s just going to be gone-” He snaps his fingers. “-in two thousand years. All anyone goes on about is Noah, and Abraham, and Joseph and his stupid fucking coat! What is the point of me? Of us?”

“It’s in the plan-”

“Oh- who cares about a coat? What could the plan possibly say about that?” Seokjin is standing now, red faced and pulling at his hair. “What about these people?” He’s raising his voice again. “These people here? The people on the other side of the world? Where are their stories? Why isn’t anyone writing about them?”

“They will!”

“When?”

You don’t know. You don’t know anything.

“When it’s significant!”

“Isn’t everyone significant? Isn’t that the point?”

Yes. Yes and no. They’re obviously significant to each other, but not necessarily in the grand scheme of things. Seokjin doesn’t like that answer. His frown deepens when you suggest his faith is being tested.

“That was the stupidest idea they could’ve come up with,” Seokjin rants. “the notion of testing and tempting. No one can live without breaking one of these ridiculous made up rules or else our souls be damned for eternity. What’s the point? Be miserable for your entire life or be miserable for eternity. Can’t anyone enjoy anything without worrying for their immortal soul?”

“I don’t like this conversation,” you say.

“Of course you don’t,” says Seokjin bluntly. “Makes you uncomfortable, does it? You know I have a point and you don’t like thinking badly of our Heavenly Mother.”

You frown. “I’m not thinking badly of Her. It’s just- I don’t know. I don’t like it when you make me question things. We’re made to obey.”

Seokjin scoffs. His eyes are so unusually cold. “I don’t want to obey.”

Your breath catches.

“What are you saying?”

Seokjin hesitates. There’s a moment where you think he won’t say it, but then - “I hate it up there, Angel,” he says, and your throat goes dry and tight and uncomfortable as you remember the way the demon’s tongue rolled around the word angel, how it’s so different from the way Seokjin addresses you. You recognise the demon now, know him for exactly who he is and what he did to your friend. Leviathan, Prince of the Seraphim, tempting mankind and angels alike into heresy.

“You can’t seriously want to join their side?”

Seokjin’s face goes tight. “Of course I don’t. I want to be on my own side.”

There’s a beat of silence.

You stare at one another.

“I’m not going back,” he says, brows knitting together.

“You have to.”

“Angel-” he says it gently, with a tenderness so at odds with the way he spoke only moments before. “I can’t. I won’t be a hypocrite.”

“No-” you shake your head, reaching out and taking his hands in yours. He stares at you, confused by your insistence and your tears threaten to spill over. “Seokjin you don’t understand- if you don’t go back, they’ll know, they’ll kill you for defecting-”

“They can’t-”

“They can,” you insist. “Holy fire.”

Seokjin pales.

“You haven’t got your miracles. You can’t survive it.”

He drops your hands. Sinks into the chair behind him and stares blankly at the wall.

“Come back when you’re called, Seokjin,” you say, resolute. “For my sake.”

His eyes flit to meet yours.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“It won’t be as bad as you think,” you say desperately, but you don’t know who you’re trying to convince at this point. It might be your home but Seokjin has never liked the way it’s run. But he’ll be safe, and that’s what matters. “I’ll help you.”

Seokjin smiles weakly. “Alright, Angel.”

“Another thing I don’t care for is the way you’re calling me Angel.”

“Why?”

You reach out, pick a loose thread from the shoulder of his tunic. “It implies we’re too different.”

“Aren’t we different?” he says.

He’s not looking at you. Instead his absent gaze is turned into the empty fireplace, staring at the ash left over from the night before.

“Not in that sense.”

Seokjin’s lips twist in a way that silently says not yet.

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holdinbacksecrets · 1 year

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boyfriend things // closer

namjoon: you collect the night on your balcony. you trace the stars with one eye closed. you rest your phone against your chest, leaning back as his voice drifts and sticks to the breeze

jin: his body cloaks your own. come closer closer closer. become his home

yoongi: he hopes you’ll squeeze his hand tighter or roll the window down to scream into the breeze. he’s not going anywhere if you relieve an ounce of subtlety

hoseok: you wore a sweater, but your bare legs are cold. you don’t mind the feeling of goosebumps on your skin and the slight shiver as your body brushes the earth if he’s beside you

jimin: an unfamiliar city exists beyond the closed window of your hotel room. explore its streets gently in the morning with curiosity. the homes and trees will surely melt at your feet— he’s called it a talent of yours

taehyung: fall asleep in the living room. he’s painting again, and your birthday is tomorrow. fall asleep with leftover ideas on the tip of your tongue and hope they’ll fall free when the sun collects your dreams

jungkook: it’s hardest to speak when the weeks together are still early, still shy and shallow, but the love has gained depth. its current turns secrets and comforting words. open your mouth, he’s listening

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loving-jin · 7 months

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Do you ever think about life - Kim Seokjin

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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bunnybubae · 1 year

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(F) Worth it | KSJ

Pairing: Reader x Seokjin

Genre: F2L - Fluff - Mutual Yearning

Warnings: None

Summary: Jin's visit to prepare pizzas turns into something unexpected... but so, so wanted💜

Word Count: 1.547

A/N: Let me know what you think about this little something! I'm missing Jin so so much! 😔

- Joy 🐰

What's better than pizza? Homemade pizza with Jin! That's what Jin himself enthusiastically announced as he showed up at your apartment door. It's not unusual for you and the boys to organize things to do throughout weekends, in fact, in addition to the countless friday nights spent drunk at the club, saturdays's karaoke battles and sundays's museum visits, it's usually almost a tradition to get together at one of you's apartments to eat pizza and watch a movie, just for the simple sake of being together. Something less chaotic and a bit lazier that doesn't require leaving home. Hence Jin's sudden and early visit. You look at him in surprise, albeit with a smile that immediately forms on your lips at the sight of him. "Well- hello to you too, huh?" You huff in amusement as you follows Hurricane Jin's way into your kitchen, clutching heavy envelopes in his hands. "Technically, there's nothing like freshly made pizza delivered right to your door," you pointed out as you walked up to him. "But yes, homemade pizza tastes better." Jin looks away from the envelopes just placed on the kitchen counter, to look at you, offended by your previous sentence. "You're forgetting the most important thing," he moves to position himself directly in front of you "There's nothing like delicious homemade pizza AND a just-as-delicious Jin to make it with— you're welcome Y/N!" he snorts dramatically in one breath, making you laugh. Between you two there has always been this playful atmosphere, constant exchange of jokes and teasing. But you realized you felt something more than friendship for him when you genuinely started laughing at his awful dad jokes. Seriously, even the sleaziest of jokes. A little secret you've been keeping to yourself all this time. "I apologize to have offended you with my shallowness, Mr. J—" "Chef Jin," he interrupts to correct you, while a pleased smile forms on his face "Tonight I'm Chef Jin, the best pizza chef in town baby!" Although the nickname is used to joke with you, the way it rolls out of his mouth always affects you. You shake your head smiling, partly to hide the slight blush that colors your cheeks, partly because you've realized what spending time with him will entail, completely alone (even if for a few hours).

Organizing your tasks wasn't difficult, after taking out all the ingredients from the bags, and the container with the dough already leavened and ready, Jin took the rolling pin to roll out eight pizzas, while you take care of cooking the sauce and cutting the ingredients. It all plays out with your favorite playlist playing in the background, with him softly humming the lyrics to the randomly spinning songs from the speakers. It all seems so domestic to you, it's not the first time that he has come to your house, that he uses your kitchen, that he sings for you. But tonight feels different, it's like you feel the effect of your surroundings right in your chest.

As if his presence is lurking deeper and deeper in your heart.

You watch fondly as you lazily stir the sauce, smiling lovingly at his appearance. His face is full of flour here and there and he wears that funny apron that he himself gave you some time ago, blaming you for being too clumsy and always getting your clothes dirty when you cook. Sometimes you still forget you have to wear it, like in this case. As you absentmindedly stir, some sauce splashes on you, staining your shirt. You hiss while cursing yourself, your sudden snap attracting Jin's attention that stops humming. You quickly abandon the ladle and grab a wet cloth from the sink, the gesture unfortunately further worsens the situation, enlarging the stain. "Nonono don't do it!" Jin exclaims, but the damage was already done. He quickly approaches you grabbing your hands and sighing. The sudden gesture immobilizes you while his hands stretch the fabric of the shirt together with yours. "It will go away with a little detergent," he releases your hands to untie the knot of the apron he's wearing "I got you this for a reason, didn't I?" he nods to the garment he's holding, his tone of voice is still sweet towards you, while he helps you put it on. As his hands guide the ring of fabric around your head, he gently strokes your hair and then your cheeks which immediately catch fire. He seems equally affected by the light touch, a light shade of pink tinge his cheeks. You look into his eyes, scanning carefully for any shift in his expressions. Unexpectedly, Jin lifts his hand, bringing it to your cheek again, this time to stroke it on purpose. His touch is delicate, almost imperceptible, uncertain, but there must be something magnetic in all of this, because he can't explain this so sudden attraction, this desire to touch your skin. His gaze travels from his hand on your cheek to your eyes, your gazes lock and in response you feel the need to press your cheek into his hand more firmly. "Jin-" You pronounce his name for some strange reason, in a thin voice. Your eyes close, a strange relief washes down your chest as you savor the sweet sensation of his hand on your face. There is something surreal in the air, an indescribable atmosphere.

Up until a few minutes ago you were laughing and joking preparing pizzas, the shift was sudden but natural, you feel your body drawn to his as if they've been wanting to collide with each other for too long. One caress that has only brought down an invisible barrier, the blown fuse that triggered all this.

His thumb gently rubs the apple of your cheek and one of your hands wraps around his, you don't want this moment to end, you can almost feel the warmth of your own cheeks through his hand, but you don't care, something has finally been released, and you just want to immerse yourself in it. You open your eyes to find Jin with his lip clamped between his teeth, an inner struggle can be seen in his eyes. But when he releases his lip to run his tongue over it, the uncertainty that seemed to swirl in his eyes seems to stop. A silent invitation to finally let yourself go into what you so desire right now. And so you do. You let go completely, thrusting yourself forward as you grip his clothes tightly, bringing your lips to his. He automatically moves his hand to the back of your neck letting it rest there as he wraps his other arm around your waist. And just like that, simultaneously, your bodies collide, yielding to the magnetism they feel. This moment seems to last forever and the flash of an instant at the same time. Enveloped in his arms, his soft plump lips on yours and the gentle grazing of his fingers along the back of your neck. You could live off of this, a long-dreamed-of moment finally savored. You thought it could only happen in your mind, in your night dreams and instead, here you are. Jin tightens his grip, his lips momentarily detach from yours to look at you and if a moment before your lips seemed to attract at the same time, the ardor inside him seems to take over, kissing you fervently as he deepens the kiss. You tilt your head to give him more access, allowing him to savor you as he desires. When your tongues caress and swirl together, you moans softly into his mouth and in response he wraps you around more firmly, if only he could make your bodies one, here and now, he would.

A sudden sound breaks the magic of the moment.

You start, returning to your senses, breaking the feverish kiss. Apparently the boys are early to start the hangout. Even though your lips and tongues have been forced to stop their dance, your bodies remain wrapped around each other for a while longer. "I'm gonna kill the boys—I swear." You sigh as you try to catch your breath. With your heart still beating hard. Jin laughs, the sound of his laughter echoing in your chest, causing you to giggle as a result. When you look into his eyes again, his gaze is still the same, perhaps… Clearer? You couldn't decipher it, until now. It mirrors yours, a gaze with growing affection and longing, something more than what you believed he felt for you. "Well I guess the sauce got burnt," He states between breaths, "I can already hear Namjoon's voice," he said as he hesitantly let go of your body heat. "You only had one job!" he recited in his usual dramatic way, imitating Joon's voice. You giggle again, approaching the interphone. Jin walks towards the sauce to try to recover the recoverable. "Seriously though, if he kills me tonight, just know it was worth it." Even though he says it in his usual joking way, you know there is much more to it and his kiss was the purest demonstration.

When you turn back to him you smile at him and he smiles back, making your heart beat almost faster than before.

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btsmosphere · 1 year

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Trade my Life | KSJ

~summary: once, you were just two children giggling in the corner of the dojang, trading equally in punches and hugs, everything a game. but that was long ago, and now that man stands day after day outside the door which separates your two worlds. is the throne really worth leaving the barrier unbroken? ~pairing: bodyguard!seokjin x royalty!reader ~word count: 2.3k ~genre: angst, fluff, action, historical au, childhood friends to lovers, secret/forbidden love ~rating: nc17 ~warnings: non-sexual nudity, non-sexual intimacy, nothing explicit, jin calls the reader ‘princess’ but she literally is so note: the next part may well have other warnings relating to violence/fighting; this chapter only contains sparring in training

~a/n: welcome to my contribution for the catch of the century collab to celebrate our lovely Jin’s birthday!! how I miss himm already.. if you also do, you can check out the other amazing works in this collab, all featuring jin getting up to some sporty shenanigans! I’ve been sick lately and haven’t quite managed to write everything I had in mind. while this part of the story can be read as a standalone, it will also be part 1 of 2 for Trade my Life - there is more action planned on the way!! let me know if you want to see more/want to be tagged in the next part! lastly, if you know anything about taekwondo, you know more than me!! I consulted with some friends and our good buddy the internet to write this, and didn’t want to get too technical. but don’t judge me too much if it’s all wrong🤣 enjoy the story and shoot a comment my way if you do, it always means a lot💜

Sitting silently on your stool, your eyes followed the palace woman out of the door. She paused in the doorway, bowing to the guard on duty before turning to slide it closed, leaving you alone. Her eyes remained dipped, not meeting yours.

A moment passed, her footsteps retreating.

She had just helped remove your hair from its low knot, the pins now laid out below your mirror stand. Little did she know as she reverently brushed out your strands, you had no intention of keeping them so tidy.

With a sigh, you eyed the doorway, the silhouette of your guard still visible through the lattice.

Pressing your hands to your knees, you stood swiftly, without a noise. You had seen to it that you had been seen in your night clothes, and now you padded across to the bed, bent to extinguish the lights.

The room dimming, only a small candle at your bedside remained.

Instead of slipping under your covers, you simply bent to retrieve it, taking care not to jostle the small flame as you trod steadily back across the space.

Back at the dresser, you slid a drawer open, fishing out a simple leather tie. Pulling your hair back, you fastened it at the nape of your neck without needing to check in the small mirror.

Next, to the wardrobe. Quietly pulling it open, you ignored the rich colours and silk of your hanboks, pushing them aside while your fingers search with practised ease in the near darkness only stopping when they reach the slight bump in the wood.

Pressing down, you let the secret compartment unlock and open under your touch.

Set into the base, concealed well, was a small well. Of all the secret things you could have stashed there, the sole thing taking up the space is a neatly folded white garment. Hands falling on the cloth at last, you pull it out and shake it open.

Your dobok.

This may not be the kind of possession one would expect a princess to treasure so dearly as you did. But as you pulled it on, you feel yourself begin to relax, body filling with a confident anticipation.

All that was left was to wait. Hopefully it wouldn’t be long; Jin was never late.

Blowing out the candle, you crept back over to your bed and sat. You could hardly keep yourself from the edge, but forced yourself to sit straight and breathe, willing patience into your restless body.

Before too long, there was movement. It wasn’t loud, not in the least, but among the stuffy silence, unbudging as ever in the castle at night, you caught it clearly enough.

The guards were changing.

Your door muffled the mumbling of pleasantries and soft footfall, and the vague sounds soon ceased. In the room lit only by waning moonlight, you practically held your breath. Waiting the necessary time, though it was time you hated to waste simply sitting, you finally rose to your feet and moved back across the room.

As each night, you reminded yourself of the precautions. If it was someone else, you would simply ask for a drink and retire.

Luckily, tonight did not bring such disappointment. On easing the door open, you were greeted with the profile of the face you had longed to see since sunrise. His slender face, calm but eyes joyous as he turned towards you.

You smiled at last, breathing out deeply.

“Jin.”

He wore a small smile, but still bowed deeply to you.

You rolled your eyes.

“Just come inside.”

“How very forward of you, your grace.”

You fought off the urge to laugh, instead shutting the door a little too forcefully and giving him an unamused look. Of course, your hard stare did nothing to discourage him: in fact, he practically grinned as he turned away from you.

With a huff, you walked after him

“I have a name, you idiot,” you swatted at his head as he removed his gat, “when we’re in here you can use it, at least.”

“As you wish.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice before he turned around. He set his gat on the dresser and faced you as he unclasped the Sai knives where they where sheathed to his belt. At last his eyes were back on you, holding a strip of fabric taught between his hands and just under his eyeline.

“Are you ready, Y/N?”

Finally, you gave a warm smile.

Stepping to close the space, you held your hand palm-up for him to begin. The moment the cloth touched your skin, Jin’s practised fingers wrapping it securely, but not suffocating around your thumb and wrist, the tension from sneaking around began to bleed from you.

He gently turned your hand over with a brush of his own fingers, now passing the fabric over your knuckles. It was the best way to train without ever showing a sign of it.

Letting go, Jin moved to your next hand. With the wrappings, your focus zeroed, the sensation preparing you for the next. Your excitement at spending the next few hours with Jin, pushing yourself and no doubt falling into bed satisfied and spent, fizzled into a concentrated spark.

Jin clapped his palms around your wrapped hands, looking down at you with an indulgent smile of his own.

“Show me what you’ve got tonight, princess.”

You tried not to be disappointed when he stepped away, leaving the short distance your spar would start with. His distance at least aided your focus, and you drew yourself up taller, rolling out your shoulders.

As he implied, he waited for you to make the first move, a punch which he easily blocked, almost smiling.

That was okay, the two of you were just warming up. And you hadn’t come this far without a shred of friendship, you knew he respected you.

Hopping backwards, just out of his reach, you waited with your weight light on your feet, ready to react. You read his movements as he pounced with a side kick, and met him with one of your own, blocking him and bringing a hand up for good measure.

You had no need to shove him off; he darted backwards, slightly circling. You fell into the orbit as well. Already, the blood was rushing to his face, and you knew yours must be the same. It certainly felt like it was powering through your veins, loosening your muscles.

Continuing, you let the rush carry you with instincts, eyes well trained by now to analyse Seokjin’s movements, to spot openings and threats.

A kick for a kick, often retreating again, forever dancing on your toes. At his next however, you felt ready to launch another.

As he fell back, you followed, a turning kick to his stomach which of course he easily withstood and blocked. But your momentum was already shifting, and you span with another kick, foot coming level with his head-

He moved from its path, but you could go no further. His rough hand caught your waist, fisting in the fabric and trapping you against him. A punch completed your planned attack, and he caught it in his hand, stopping your fist at his heart.

Though you had not been aiming to throw any serious force and risk hurting each other, you still scuffled against him from the swift movements. You balanced yourself against his chest, then finally froze.

Grinning down at you, he lingered in the hold for a moment before dropping his arms.

“Very good,” he appraised.

You, too, darted back with a small smile, but soon schooled it from your face.

Falling into your familiar rhythm, you read Jin’s movements and responded in kind. You had built this up since you were half your height, back in the days when he was smaller than you.

This had become a ritual for you, one of the few things that stayed the same. While now, he was taller, and there were less feet in the wrong places, flooring or winding each other and leaving you giggling and red on the floor, it was yours.

He would step back, drawing his elbow back and you would strike his hand where it had placed the target on his hip. Forwards, and you hopped back, precisely kicking lower. Next was higher, and quicker, higher still. You hit his palm beside his neck, and he didn’t even flinch away, eyes steady as they analysed your performance.

Falling back, you stayed on your toes, arms loose and ready for the next.

And so it continued. The focus your mind settled into was more grounding than anything else in your day. Your reading never as calming, calligraphy never so precise.

It was deep into the night when you rested once more, your bodies buzzing with exertion but more content than ever. A sheen of sweat had coated you, and you rid yourself of the dobok.

Your chambers opened into an inner courtyard, where you kept a small bucket below your window. No other lights were lit when you pulled open the shutter, the warm night air still cool against your heated skin.

Bending to wring out your dobok in the water, you heard Jin quietly returning his knives to his belt, only a gentle clatter reaching your ears. Then, steps, and as you straightened up to drape the garments on the ledge, you felt fabric against the bare skin of your back.

Jin pressed closer, his breath warming your neck. His clothed chest brushed your shoulder again as he reached over your shoulder for something just beside the window.

Reverent hands lifted your tail of hair, a cloth meeting your skin a breath later.

Fighting, and in training, Jin was all sharp eyes and sharper fists, one of the swiftest guards. That was why he was allowed to guard the princess’ quarters, after all. But in between, he was always so slow, savouring the time you both knew would be taken away with the sun.

The soft cloth dragged across your neck, and you gasped as it was replaced by softer lips. One hand continued the cloth’s path down your arm, the other carelessly releasing your hair from its tie, where it fell comfortably against your now-clean skin.

But Jin was paying most attention to your neck, your throat, his tantalising kisses treading a blazing path to your jaw. Your head was thrown back, inviting him.

Finally, you turned your head to meet his mouth, a lazy smile shared between the two of you only by feel. You spun in his arms, and he welcomed you, circling your waist.

Somewhere the kisses lapsed, easy silence engulfing you as Jin finished wiping you down. You were cooling down by now, but felt all kinds of warm inside as you leaned against your ledge, watching him drop the cloth and plop one more kiss onto your thigh.

After a shared smile, he climbed to his feet, now standing over you. Fingertips trailed your waist, and he leaned down for one last kiss.

There was no urgency, no what next. Just the long, slow movement, of him against you.

He ran a hand down your tresses as he stepped away, letting you close the shutter. You threw your drying dobok on the headboard, where you could quickly remove it next morning before your lady opened the bedcurtains.

Once in your bedclothes again, you followed Jin to the door. You had no intention of going to sleep while he still had his shift.

But you had to accept that this was your life now. The door closed and you sat with your back against it, knowing Jin stood just the other side. You murmured the odd tease through the door, trying to ignore the wooden barrier that kept apart any playful touches or glimpse of a smile.

You fell asleep to thoughts of how it used to be. Dreams where the door fell away, dissolved, and you were two children again, and you were bunched in the middle of the class with the rest of them, only the hair curled tightly at the nape of your neck indicating your difference from the boys with close-cropped locks.

You had been humoured, then. Anything to get the princess to let off some energy, give the nannies a break and hopefully you might focus on the necessary studies for the rest of the day.

Back before the reigns had tightened until they were practically choking you, you felt almost free. Hounded back home the same as the other small children, only yours was to the palace quarters. Mother reading to you but someone else tugging your hair into order.

Even humoured you when you shrieked about Jin, tried to demonstrate what the kwanjang had taught you that day (while priceless ceramics were hastily removed from the path of your flailing feet).

And it had always been Jin. The boy that never laughed at you for being a girl. Of course, he laughed at you for falling over and for getting dirt on your face and never knowing how to tie your hair if it fell out.

And you laughed right back.

You couldn’t even remember how you became partners, and friends just as quickly. It was like it had always been. The two of you whispered when you should have been listening, you bickered and tried to show off, then apologised again and again when you knocked the other down wrong. All it took to soothe bruises was a secret trip to the kitchens.

It had changed. Gradually, but it had. You watched Seokjin grow, while your time was shut indoors more and more. You saw him don the red robes of guards, proud and capable.

And you decided you wanted the same.

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i got you | ksj

back from his service, jin tests out his strength and a theory of his

tags/note: jin x chubby / plus size / curvy reader (f) / fluff + suggestive / established relationship (they're engaged!) / low-key seokjin has soft-dom loving energy here but it doesn't get that steamy

wc: ~1.3k words

description/note: just domestic fluff in the kitchen / spoiler alert for jin's theory: he's sure he can carry his fiance and wants to try it out / no mentions of insecurity on yn's part, she just doubts jin can actually do it / intended with a plus sized woman in mind, but i think you can read and relate even if that doesn't apply to you? as long as you have any doubts that jin can carry you lol / no mentions of idol life, this jin can be whatever you want him to be / they're in the kitchen and jin had been cooking but no other mention of food / i actually wrote a jk version of this first but i will post that second - very soon, it's basically done! i have such a thing for fics based around jin's return i miss him yall / i shared an update post recently detailing where i've been and how i'll be with this blog moving forward! /also, happy valentine's day, here's a lil love from me and jin to my fellow chubby/curvy/plus-sized beauties!! <3 again, jk version coming very sooooooon! / update: jk version available to read here!

The clang of pots and pangs echoing through your apartment warmed your heart. It was an irritating sound when heard regularly, of course, but considering how long it’s been since you’d had your fiance messing about in the kitchen… it was more than welcome. Following the noise, you find Seokjin with his back turned to you, cleaning his used kitchenware and cutlery in the sink and quietly humming a tune. You cursed yourself for not peeking in earlier just to see the man in action - it always was a turn-on seeing Seokjin’s dedicated, sweaty, albeit chaotic cooking. This still did something, though. Hopping onto the freshly cleaned marble-topped kitchen island, you take it all in: the faint smell of something delicious in the oven, the sound of the gushing tap water, more clangs of metal on metal, but you really focus on the man that stood before you. Your man. His adorable growing hair was too short to be long, too awkward to be short. His broad shoulders and new muscles now pressed through his tee instead of his bones. His silver singing voice, even as a gentle whisper, which you hadn’t realized abruptly stopped.

“Drink it in. I’m enjoying this just as much as you are.”

You wonder what gave it away. The sound of your footsteps, the ruffle of your pajama fabric, or perhaps an admiring sigh you hadn’t noticed escaped you. It didn’t matter. You were enjoying the view, surely, but it was even better now when he turned to face you, a shy smile on his face.

“Missed cooking that much?”

“Cooking, yes, I missed being in the kitchen. I don't need to tell you how much I fucking missed your bratty ass, but what I meant was that I am enjoying you. I’m elated I finally have my girl and soon-to-be wife ogling me instead of the men at the base.” He chuckles, turning away and hiding a sudden shyness while drying his hands with a kitchen towel.

“And I'm elated just to be with her... Now that that’s done…” he whispers, undoubtedly ready for what you were with his hands and eyes on your plush thighs, his fingertips toying with the hem of your pajama shorts.

“It’s like you read my mind,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to pull him in for a kiss, only for him to pull away.

That was a first. Since Seokjin was back, at least. The two of you barely kept your hands off of one another….

“Or not…” you ask curiously, cupping his face in your hands. “Seokjin?”

Your fiance silently continues tracing the skin of your plush thighs, squeezing the flesh in his hands. He exhales before doing it once again and finally looking up at you.

You jump from the counter and face him, trying to look into his eyes, but he’s lost in thought. You pull his hand to lead him to the bedroom, but he doesn’t budge.

“Seokjin…?” you ask once again.

“Jump back on the counter for me, love.”

You do.

“Wrap your legs around me, honey.”

“Well, I was going to anyways,” you say, following his orders. “In there…”

“I’ll take you there.”

“What? No!” you shriek, unwrapping your legs from his body.

“Yes, come on, honey,” he says, his voice steady yet soft as he reaches for your leg.

“Seokjin, you cannot carry me,” you say, now pushing him away while he tries to tug you closer.

“Yes, I can,” he insists with a sternness to his voice that reminds you where he’d spent the past 18 months.

“Just because you’re all buff now doesn’t mean you can carry me, stupid. I’m still big, you know?”

“Well, guess who’s also big now? I mean, I always was, of course,” he says with a giggle and a flushed face as he raises his brow and tilts his head downwards, reminding you that he’s still your Seokjin. You promptly roll your eyes with a smile, pinching his arm. He regains his composure in mere seconds, a hand brushing your hair and tilting your face up towards his.

“I will admit that I probably wouldn’t have been able to do it before enlisting, but… I can now, honey. I can.”

“I don’t want you to,” you pout, unable to meet his gaze no matter how intense you knew it was, so knew it was best to shut it down as quickly as possible. Seokjin never forced you to do something you didn’t want to do…

“You.. why not?”

“Because in the case that you try to carry me but then realize you cannot, we could drop to the floor and one or both of us will get hurt. You could get hurt physically since I have padding and you don’t. I’d get hurt mentally, and I’ll be so fucking embarrassed that it was because of my weight.”

“The number of things wrong with that…,” Seokjin tsks, cupping your face and forcing you to look him in the eye. “First of all, I can carry you. Second, muscles are a form of padding, too, idiot.” He pokes your forehead and puts your hand on his shoulders to feel how strong he’d gotten while he takes your soft thigh in his hand. “I can take it, sweetie - all this tells me is I haven’t told you just how much work I did in the service. Third, it’s not because of your weight - nothing ever was. It’d be because I wasn’t strong enough.”

“Seokjin… I don’t know.”

“And you have nothing to be embarrassed about, my love. Ever. I mean… it’s me. I’ve seen and touched you in the most ungodly ways possible, and this would be what would embarrass you? Falling? When I-?”

You shake your head and interrupt him with shushes - nothing he could’ve said would have helped his case. “Can’t we at least put a mattress down or something? In case we fall?”

“Babe, this isn’t Jungkook’s apartment. We don't have an excess of mattresses here…”

The comment makes you giggle.

The way Seokjin rubbed your skin calmed your racing mind.

The kiss he plants on your lips reminds you that this is home.

This is safety.

This is love.

“Just trust me,” he whispers.

You nod, allowing Seokjin to wrap one of your legs around his torso and then the other. His hands sneak their way between your thighs and the marble countertop, digging into your plush skin already. You’d expected Jin to start a countdown, ease you into it at least… but before you knew it, his head was nestled in your chest, and you were off the counter, held up high in his arms.

A loud shriek escapes you, making your fiancee giggle beneath you.

“See, love? I got you...”

He was holding onto you securely, with no sign of any struggle on his part…. If he had been struggling with the weight of you, he hid it well…

“The view’s nice up here,” you smile, resting your head atop Seokjin’s when he finally looks away from you and buries his face in your flesh, kissing and biting you there.

“Seokjin, I can’t smell your shampoo anymore. When was the last time you showered?”

“Mm,” he says against your skin. “Fuck, that’s… that’s a perfect idea, honey,” he says, wide-eyed and excited, though he misunderstands. “It’ll be like a movie scene. But first…”

Seokjin dashes towards the bedroom with you still in his arms, shrieking until he plops you down onto your shared mattress.

“Safe?” he teases, pretending to check your body for any bruises before you pull him towards you until he’s leaning over you, his face a centimeter away from yours, with his hands already all over your soft body.

“Safe,” you say happily.

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cinnamon bliss ● bonus chapter ● 002: mistletoe kisses

➬ Subtitle | Cinnamon Bliss: bonus chapter 002 — mistletoe kisses

➬ Summary | Christmas comes early this year in Cinnamon Bliss, and you welcome its warmth with open arms, just as you had welcomed the new presence of love in your life. For the first time after so long, you no longer feel the cold despair of winter piercing through your heart. Not when he fills the void and all the crevices with his warm love. This year, you promise to be nice to him and return the favour, only to find that he is determined to make it into this year’s naughty list. And he is going to make sure that you will be there to join him.

↳ Pairings | Seokjin x reader ↳ Genre | Single Dad!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Fluff, Smut ↳ Ratings & Warning | +18 / M for Mature; mention of alcohol consumption, mention of past trauma, naughty Seokjin, lots of kissing, making out, minor food play, teasing, explicit smut/sex scenes, including: public sex, sensory play, rough sex, unprotected sex, breast play, breast fondling, groping, clothed foreplay, clothed sex, nipple play/biting, fingering, masturbation (solo, both female and male, minor), clit play, light bondage/restraint, implied creampie ↳ Word count | 10,6k words (I have no idea how this happened, sorry) ↳ Cinnamon Bliss: series masterpost | Main Masterlist ↳ Author/Posting date | @yoonia / Dec 8th, 2022

↳ Author’s note | This piece has been sitting in my draft for a long time. I didn’t want it to waste and I was missing these two a lot after some people keep mentioning the story, so I figured it would be the perfect timing to share it now to celebrate Jin’s birthday (even if it’s a few days late. I’m sorry, Jin). If you’re familiar with my other fics (especially the ones involving Yoongi), you might be able to find the easter egg that I hid within this story. Consider it my surprise gift for you. Have fun reading!

The sound of the cold wind blowing outside of your shop fades just as the front door closes. The jingle sound of the bell hanging above the door as it falls shut seems to echo a bit louder than normal across the seating area before everything falls silent.

In the past, this silence would have felt so deafening that it would bring you nothing but sorrow. The cold winter would have been piercing through your heart right the moment you were left on your own, and it would have become the reason why you were searching for solitude right here in your back kitchen during those winter nights, hoping to find warmth from your running ovens and the joy of creating your baked goods.

But everything is different this year.

The winter no longer brings an empty void in your chest. The warmth surrounding you as you continue working in the kitchen is not the only one that has melted your cold heart for the season. And the smile that had come to your face after your last conversation with Naeun has yet to fade even after she stepped out of the shop moments ago.

For once in your life, you welcome the cold season lightheartedly.

You even find yourself humming as you slowly work on baking, enjoying this serene moment not with a fractured heart, but with one that is filled with hope and warm love instead. You revel in the serene moment as much as you could. It always feels comforting and easy as you move around the kitchen to do your work. The repetitive act you do in the kitchen becomes therapeutic that you always end up losing track of time. That is exactly what you are feeling now, as you move from one oven to another, pulling out the pans filled with freshly baked buns from the running oven before moving to heat up the next one, never once missing a pace as you return to the counter to finish the other tasks. You have one last batch left to bake, and while you let it rest and rise on the counter a bit longer, you carry on to finish the icing for the cake that you had baked earlier with Naeun before you had to let her go so she could enjoy the weekend.

It was a good thing that you had decided to close the shop way before the evening rush would start coming in. It has given you the additional time you needed to do the extra work while giving the girls a chance to have a free night.

You figured it would have only been fair to them as you have your own personal reason to close up the shop much earlier than usual today. It was also the reason why you are still busy in the kitchen once everyone had left, and why you are putting an effort to make these extra last-minute batches of baked goods.

Today is a special day.

So special that it didn’t matter if you had a long, busy day at the shop and encountered a bit rush in the afternoon because of it. The only thing you are feeling now is excitement and joy, while you are also hopeful that you will be able to make someone happy on his special day.

Just as you are putting the final batch of cinnamon rolls into the pre-heated oven, you can hear the jingle sound of the bell from the front door ringing once more. Thinking that it might be Naeun who came back to grab something she may have forgotten, you don’t bother to rush out to see who it is. But as minutes go by and nobody comes walking through the door, you start to grow wary about it.

After making a quick final check on the oven and setting up the timer, you turn away, hurriedly making your way out of the back kitchen while rubbing your hands clean down your waist apron and making sure that your blouse is tidy and presentable. You make haste, worrying that a customer may have failed to notice the ‘close’ sign or that one of the waitresses had forgotten to put up the sign and lock the doors on their way out.

“Hello?” you call out towards the dimly lit room as you cross the room to the front. Yet the moment you recognise the person standing in the seating area, your uneasiness quickly calms down.

It doesn’t matter how much time has passed, your heart still beats like crazy whenever you see him. The love that you feel blooming inside you whenever you look at him almost seems unreal and it doesn’t seem to be fading away anytime soon. Even his whole presence seems almost too good to be true, as he is standing there right in the middle of the room, surrounded by nothing but empty seats and tables. The main lights in the shop have been turned off when everyone else left the shop. Yet the room isn’t left completely dark, still illuminated by the lights coming from outside and from the display counter that you had left on, added with the sparkles coming from the decorations that the girls had put up since winter came.

Still busy looking around him with eyes full of awe, Seokjin has yet to notice you there, completely oblivious to how easily he takes your breath away simply by watching him in complete silence.

Just as you come around the display counter, he finally turns to notice you and smiles. “Isn’t it a bit too early for Christmas?” he asks you while pointing at the decoration hanging on the walls and the large windows, filling your modest shop with lavish colours to bring in the holiday festive mood.

Laughing softly, you can only shrug as you walk over to him. “Have you seen the other shops around us? They already started putting up decorations since the last week of November to draw more customers. The entire block looks like Christmas town,” you tell him with your hand waving around, pointing at all the decorations around you which he was marvelling at. “The girls got jealous after seeing all the other shops looking all fancy and joyful for the holiday season, so Naeun insisted that we join them and light up the place too. They seemed so excited about it, so what else could I do? They did get a bit carried away for a bit, though. I barely managed to stop them from bringing in a massive tree and got them to choose a smaller one.”

The entire time you were talking, never once did Seokjin look away from you. His eyes are warm when he smiles and says, “The place looks lovely. I think they did a great job changing things up. Not too fancy, but joyful enough for winter.”

Seokjin turns to take another look at the seating area. A smile appears on his face just as his eyes fall on the corner seat that he and Soojin have been frequently using ever since they first came into the shop. Following his gaze, your heart flutters, just like how it always does when you catch the sight of that special seat, as you are always reminded of your own beautiful memory of how your friendship bloomed into the deep bond that you have today.

Even the way he looks tonight reminds you of your first encounter, making your heart flutter when you look at him again. The winter outside has yet to reach its peak. Yet while he is not wearing his long winter coat just yet, the short black winter jacket he is wearing still reminds you of the long black coat that he was wearing the first day he came through that door.

The dust of snow clinging to his broad shoulders and the hem of his jacket, the way he tugs on the jacket when he pushes his hand into its pocket, and how the jacket makes him appear stronger and taller as it fits perfectly on his body—the sight brings you back to the moment he first stood came into your shop with his daughter in his arms with the dust of snow clinging on his dark coat. You look down at the buttoned-up shirt that he is wearing underneath his jacket, partly covered by the hand-knitted scarves he is wearing around his neck, and remember that he has just gotten out of the office before coming here.

Just about an hour later than usual, you realise, and you cannot help but smile when you think about the reason why.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I thought we were planning to meet at your parents’ place?” you ask him once he is done marvelling at the place, reminding him of the original plan that you had made with him earlier this afternoon.

As today is his special day, his parents had arranged a birthday dinner for him and invited you to come along to celebrate together. It has been months since you started officially dating, and Seokjin has always been open with his family about your relationship since day one. The fact that Soojin has always talked about you whenever she was spending time with her grandparents had only added to their curiosity even further that it didn’t take long before he finally took you home to meet them.

Ever since the first meeting, his family welcomed you with open arms. The baked goods that you brought them on that first family dinner certainly helped melt the ice while Seokjin was introducing you to everyone, but it was Soojin who did all the work to let everyone in the room know how special you were to her. The memory of that first meeting brings a smile to your face each time it comes back to you, and all the nerves that you may have felt about meeting them again tonight simply fade into hope.

Seokjin pulls his hand out of his pocket to take your hand in his, bringing your attention back to him. “I just couldn’t wait to see you,” he says with a shrug, making you smile even wider. He has always been honest about his thoughts and feelings, and he seems to enjoy making your heart flutter by doing so. “And the surprise party ended earlier than I had thought it would. The managers probably worried about having to pay overtime if anyone stayed longer.”

You smile at him just as he mentioned the office party. It was a little over an hour before he was supposed to leave work when he called, sounding completely bewildered as he told you about the surprise party that his co-workers were giving him to celebrate his birthday. “It was so nice of them to throw a party for you.”

He grins. “It was a nice surprise. Too bad you couldn’t be there, though,” he playfully whines while pouting. During his call earlier, while he was telling you that he might be getting off late from the office due to the party, his friends had urged him to invite you to join them. Even his friend, Jaehwan, had offered to pick you up from the shop. But with the plan of closing business early, the shop became extremely busy during rush hour that you couldn’t easily get away.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” you tell him while smiling apologetically to him. “The moment we put up an announcement that we’re closing a few hours earlier than we normally would, we immediately got a long line of people buying stuff to take home all afternoon. The shop got so busy that we all got our hands full. I was lucky enough that I still got a chance to sneak out and pick up Soojin at the school on time.”

“Oh, right. I’m sorry for giving you so much trouble today,” he groans, only remembering now that you had taken care of his daughter while he was also busy at work. For the past month, due to his work getting extremely busy towards the end of the year, both of you have been taking turns picking up Soojin. She would later either spend the rest of the afternoon waiting for her father to finish work at her grandparents’ or at your shop whenever business isn’t too crowded. It takes a lot of adjusting to do on your part to juggle between managing the bakery and caring for her, but you have always enjoyed spending every moment you have shared with her that you have no complaints about it at all.

That’s why you only wave him off. “It was nothing. Though she did try to argue with me and begged to come back with me to the shop instead of going straight to her grandparents,” you tell him, laughing softly when you remember Soojin sulking a little when you refused to let her stay with you. It’s even more adorable to think about it now, realising now that she looks just like her father when she was pouting her lips while arguing with you. “It took a lot of convincing until she finally gave in. Though it might have had something to do with the oatmeal cookies I brought with me to bribe her.”

“Thank you for putting up with my spoiled girl,” he says, chuckling softly as he imagines you dealing with his little girl. He has always admitted that Soojin can be a handful sometimes, despite being a bit more mature for her age, but you have always put up with her so many times that Seokjin is always left in awe. There is a hint of admiration in his eyes when he puts his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me out with her today. And also for tonight. You’re still busy finishing up?”

You nod a little while hiding your face from him. He draws out this reaction from you so easily regardless of how many times he does it. All he has to do is look at you with those sweet, attentive eyes, and your cheeks would grow warm, your chest would flutter, rarely could you ever hide it from him that he would do it more deliberately just to make it last longer for him to enjoy.

“Just one more batch to finish up before we can head out. Naeun helped me finish more than half of what needed to be done before she left so I got a lot of them covered.” You smile as you recall nearly pushing Naeun away when she had insisted to stay and help. But you had been so determined to give her the break she needed and handle everything on your own that you didn’t give in. You didn’t mind the extra work either when you had every intention to do something nice for the birthday boy, something that he deserves to have for being an amazing lover to you and a great dad for Soojin. At least, that was your intention when you first offered to make the birthday cake yourself rather than have his mother buy one for him.

The additional cinnamon bread rolls that you have been making on the side, however, had more to do with Soojin’s special wish.

Looking up at him, a naughty thought comes to mind, something to pay him back for getting you all flustered by his subtle gestures. Leaning in, you playfully run a finger down his chest and murmur softly, “It’s a lot of hard work, especially after all the rush we’ve gotten today. But I can think of ways for you to make it up for me.”

“Is that so? Hmmm, I think I might have a good idea where to start,” he asks you with a smirk on his face, showing you the opposite reaction to what you had intended. With a mischievous smile on his face, he takes a step backwards, tugging you along with him until you are pressed to his chest when he suddenly points up above his head. “Oh, look. A mistletoe. What a coincidence.”

You look up, noticing the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, perfectly placed right above your head. You roll your eyes and laugh. “I guess that means I get to win a kiss?”

“I don’t mind it,” he says, grinning. “And I do owe you one already for being such an amazing girlfriend.”

Immediately, your face grows hot yet again thanks to his compliment. You don’t even get the chance to dwell on it when Seokjin leans in to kiss your lips softly. His lips feel warm and velvety against yours, something that has always become the reason why you love kissing him so much. But the moment your lips mesh together and you feel his tongue licking out to graze yours in an open-mouthed kiss, you find an acquired taste lingering there.

“Hmmm…rum,” you hum softly against his lips the moment you come apart, and you feel him smiling just before he steals one last chaste kiss from you.

With a soft chuckle, Seokjin pulls away. “Apparently, the company’s rules about alcohol prohibition don’t apply when someone at the office was having a birthday and everyone was celebrating,” he jokingly says, and you quickly find that the taste of alcohol and rum on his lips and tongue are not the only things he had gotten from his party. Now that you are able to look at him up close, you finally notice all the things that the dim light around him had failed to show you.

He may have seemed put together at one glance, but being this close allows you to see his eyes—the glossy look he is giving you, the bedroom eyes that would only appear when he is slightly inebriated, his crooked smile, and the way he sways a little under your weight when you lean further into his chest.

No wonder he’s been awfully playful and flirty since he got here, you wonder, only now seeing through his effort to hide his tipsiness from you.

Resisting a smile, you playfully pout at him. “Aw, too bad,” you release a dramatic sigh. “And I was hoping that you can lend me a hand so we can speed things up and leave quickly.”

Laughing, Seokjin tries to tickle you, knowing that you’re just teasing him. “Hey! I’m not drunk. I only had a couple of shots. Just let me burn the alcohol for a few minutes and I’ll help you with anything you need.”

“Fine. I was just teasing you.” You lift yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss the corner of his lips, and that is when a sudden chill runs through your veins. You quickly glance over his shoulder, looking far out the front window to search for his car. Dread overcomes you at the thought of him driving by himself all the way here after having a few drinks. The faint memory of your past accident comes flashing through your mind. The images vanish in a blink of an eye, yet the awful feeling lingers in your chest.

As if he knows what you are thinking as you grow tense in his arms, Seokjin brushes a thumb across your cheek, drawing your attention back to him.

“Baby, hey—look at me.” It takes a moment, but you draw a deep breath and finally focus on him again. “I didn’t drive here, if that’s what you’re worried about. I didn’t have that much to drink, but I still figured I shouldn’t drive. Jaehwan drove me here.”

With a sigh of relief, you slowly calm down. “That’s—good. Wonderful.” You smile at him. “So how are we supposed to go to your parent's house?”

“I was thinking that we can call a cab, or order an Uber. That’s also why I decided to have him drop me here. If we were both going there by taxi or Uber anyway, why not ride together?” he points out, drawing a smile to your face.

“Oh, you’re probably right. And it is good that you’re here, actually. I would’ve needed some extra hands, not just to finish the final baking and packing things up, but also to carry your birthday cake and a couple of batches of cinnamon rolls that I’m bringing in for dessert.”

Seokjin raises his eyebrows. “Sweet bread for dinner, huh?” he asks, and all you need to do is nod your head before it finally dawns on him. “Ah, Soojin’s request?”

You cannot help but smile as you think about that sweet girl, and how she was practically begging you to bring in her favourite bread rolls tonight. “She said that everyone wanted to try the cinnamon rolls that she loves so much.”

“Uh-hum, and who is this ‘everyone’ we’re talking about?”

Your grin widens as you recall her exact words, listing all the people that Soojin had been hard selling your cinnamon dessert to, “Her cousins, her uncle and aunt, Granddaddy and Grammy, and she was sure that Daddy would love to have some right after dinner.”

Seokjin can only shake his head. “I’m sorry. She’s been hard selling your baked goods whenever she’s with her grandparents,” he chuckles softly, and then his gaze turns warm when he says, “But I think my little princess has gotten you wrapped around her pretty little fingers to make it so easy for you to grant her wishes.”

Thinking about Soojin, your chest is immediately filled with warmth and a deep kind of love that almost matches the one you have for him. “She certainly has,” you whisper. “Since day one.”

Moments later, Seokjin joins you in the back kitchen.

You had just finished icing his birthday cake and all you need to do is to place it in the box that you had prepared. While you are working on this, you had sat Seokjin down on the other side of the work counter where he could sit down with his hot chocolate—which he had sneakily added a few drops of rum into as his birthday treat—so he wouldn’t be able to take a sneak peek of the special surprise that you have added onto his cake.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help for that?” you hear him asking teasingly, yet you keep your eyes on the cake, making sure to be careful with it to not ruin the result of your hard work. Once the cake is perfectly secured in the box, you clap your hands together and proudly cheer,

“Done! See? I’m good at this.”

“Alright, I shouldn’t have doubted you,” he laughs while raising his hands up. As you gently place the box of cake together with the other boxes you finished packing up, Seokjin takes the time to look around. You see a grin on his face when you return to him. “This reminds me of back in summer, back on Soojin’s birthday. Do you remember?”

You raise your eyebrows at his question, wondering what he means by it. Though it only takes a glimpse at the mirth dancing in his gaze for the memories of that summer to return to you.

Once again, your face heats up, but for a reason this time, as you remember what had happened then. It was Soojin’s birthday in the summer, and you had both decided to throw a small party. The idea to surprise her with a special cake which was made by the two of you had come from Seokjin. He came to your apartment for a quick baking lesson on your day off, hoping that the privacy of your home would make him feel more comfortable to learn rather than have him come to the shop.

It was a good day, both of you had been in good spirits, feeling joyful and excited as you showed him all the steps and he was following them so easily. Until things took a swift turn. It had started with him being playful, making a mess here and there as he teased you with the flour and cream and spilled them to your skin and his body instead of the mixing bowl. The messy event had then led you to take a shower to clean up and, of course, he was there to join you to ‘help out.’ Just as your mind flies back to what happened right after that moment, your head spins and not only your face begins to heat up, your body is beginning to feel the same way.

Trying to hide your reaction, you turn away from him and pay more attention to the last running oven still baking the last pan of bread rolls. You still have your eyes on the timer when he slinks away to get behind you, and you don’t notice him there until he suddenly comes a bit too close to your back.

“What’s next? What else are you still working on?” he asks, surprising you with his hands on your shoulders. You jump in the spot and gasp, quickly laughing to cover it up. Turns out that getting your mind in the gutter is enough to make your body grow sensitive to his touch.

“Um—all we need is to wait for this one to finish baking. We still have about thirty to forty minutes left before it’s done,” you tell him while keeping your eyes on the oven and silently hoping that your heartbeat would start to calm down before he notices anything.

Instead of walking away, Seokjin remains where he is and moves his hand down to your waist. While you are busy trying to stay calm, he lifts his other hand to look at his watch and comments, “Well, we have about an hour before dinner starts so we have enough time. Did you say something about cleaning up before leaving? Want me to help?”

You look over your shoulder and smile at him. “You’re getting bored back here, aren’t you?”

“Guilty,” he says, grinning. “I feel like I’d be more useful if I’m doing something, but you didn’t even let me help.”

You turn and gently smack his chest jokingly. “I told you, you’re not supposed to see the cake until later,” you remind him, biting your lips when you think about the writings you put on the top of the cake.

‘Happy Birthday, Daddy of the Year.’

It sounds so innocent when anyone would think of the message as something that comes from Soojin. But knowing him, it wouldn’t be surprising if he reads ‘Daddy’ with a double entendre, especially once he sees the wink and heart symbol following the message.

Clearing your throat before you start laughing, you point at the boxes of cinnamon rolls that are ready to be taken away. “You’re welcome to help me carry the boxes later. It doesn’t seem much but it’s quite heavy once the boxes are full. I’m adding this extra batch because I ran out of Soojin’s favourite when we were closing.”

Looking away from the boxes of cake and dessert, you grimace at the sight of the work counter behind you and Seokjin, noticing the mess that you have created in your rush. The counter’s surface is half covered with flour, powdered sugar, and a dust of cinnamon powder that had been left behind from all the preparation and baking process. You have put away all the boxes of ingredients and unused baking pans back in the cabinets, yet you have yet to clear away the used piping bags, the empty containers and the leftover parchment papers still piling on the corner of the counter. Sighing, you nod and murmur almost to yourself, “Yeah, you’re right. Cleaning this place up also sounds like a good idea.”

Seeing that you don’t have much time to waste, you move to start putting away the trash and wash all the used pans while Seokjin goes on to wipe the counter clean. For a brief moment, you manage to work together to tidy up the place in silence. Yet it doesn’t take long before Seokjin returns to his mischievous ways and starts trying to grab your attention again.

You are in the middle of setting aside the cleaned pans when he turns to you, shaking the rag he has been using to clean and letting the dust of flour drop into the sink. All the flour had gotten to his hands that they turned white, yet he doesn’t seem to mind it at all. In fact, he seems amused for some reason as he looks down at his dirty hands with a smile on his face. It’s a good thing that he had put away his jacket and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, keeping his clothes away from all the powder coating his skin. Yet this look seems to stir something inside you, when your stomach flutters seeing how casual he looks while being around you.

“This takes us back to that time, doesn’t it?” he asks while waving his fingers at you, and trying to reach out to spread the flour in his hands to your skin.

“Are you talking about that again?” You laugh at him and try to avoid his touch, though it doesn’t stop him from diving forward and blowing the flour towards you. You try to escape, only for him to scoop the nearest layer of powder on the counter which he has yet to wipe clean. “Stop it. You’re supposed to be cleaning this up instead of making more mess out of it.”

Laughing at his antics, you fail to dodge him when he suddenly traps you against the counter, stopping you from running away so he could start spreading the flour in his fingers on your face and hair. “Gotcha. Oh, see? Here we are again. You and I, the counter, with flour on our hair and face,” he teases you, throwing the useless rag away and resting his hands on either side of your body, trapping you between him and the counter behind you.

Shaking your head, you can only sigh and wrap your arms around his neck. Both of your faces are pretty much stained with flour now from him playing around. “Should’ve expected that you would be playing with food once Soojin isn’t around.”

Seokjin responds with a soft chuckle. “I’ve been a good influence for my baby girl. But a man should be bad once in a while,” he whispers in a low voice and leans in, ready to kiss your lips. But right as he is about to move, something catches his attention from the corner of his eyes and he looks up, immediately laughing. “And, of course, we also have a mistletoe hanging in the kitchen. Your friend is really keeping the Christmas spirit strong this year, huh?”

You quickly look up. Sure enough, there is a small mistletoe hanging right above your head. Similar to the ones you see at the front shop. Your head falls back as you laugh, picturing Naeun sneaking into the kitchen while everyone else was busy just to put this one up. “We still got a few pieces left when Naeun and the girls were done. She said something about the kitchen looking too plain compared to the seating area. She talked about putting up some here in the back and in the office before she left, but I didn’t know that she had actually done it.”

Chuckling softly, Seokjin leans closer. You don’t even have to read his mind to see what he is up to. “I love how creative your friend is,” he murmurs as his lips come brushing against yours. “Because now I have a good reason to kiss you.”

Before you have any chance to react, he presses his lips on yours, making good of his words to kiss you. This time, however, unlike the kiss that you shared earlier which had been soft and quite innocent when it comes to tipsy Seokjin, this one heats up right the moment your lips make contact with one another. You respond with a light gasp as he deepens the kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue in.

While you let him devour you, his hands move away from the counter to find your hips. Your whole body arches into him when he gives you a tight grip, and then he easily draws out a moan that comes from your throat when his hands and fingers begin to roam around, feeling up the curves of your hips and waist before travelling back down, and down, ending right at the hem of your short skirt that falls merely a few inches away from the under curves of your bottom. He palms the soft flesh of your butt from over your skirt for a brief moment and lets out a deep groan when the tips of his fingers curl beneath it to find your skin.

He breaks off the kiss just then, though he makes no move to pull away. You open your eyes to look up at him only to find him closing his, suddenly looking tense and slightly disturbed. “What’s wrong?” you breathlessly ask him, which only earns another soft groan from him.

Seokjin pulls one hand away and pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing deeply. “Nothing, I just—” he sheepishly says to you. The moment he opens his eyes, there is something in his gaze that makes you feel hot inside. You have no idea why until he continues, “I just had the sudden image of you, standing here, wearing this apron—” he starts, looking down at your body with a sigh, his gaze stops at the waist apron covering your silky skirt. He gently pulls you into his arms and bends down. He starts kissing your neck, pressing soft and gentle kisses as he works his way up to your jaw while whispering, “—and nothing else but this apron.”

You can feel a gasp coming out of you before you can stop it. The sound comes not only from the hot kisses he is giving on your skin, but also from the soft shudders that he brings out of your body. “Hmmm, naughty boy. Is that the rum talking?”

Kissing the area right beneath your earlobe, Seokjin softly laughs, his voice is deep when he says, “Maybe I just want to be naughty this year.”

You have no idea what causes you to react after that. Perhaps it was hearing his naughty words, or perhaps it was the feeling that he is stirring from within you with both his teases and his kisses. Your hand seems to have its own mind as you reach down between you, gently resting your palm on his covered bulge that has been poking at you since he first started pressing his body against yours.

“I can tell,” you whisper to him, sighing softly when your body shudders just by feeling the firm hard-on he is sporting beneath his trousers. Keeping your eyes on him, you begin stroking him from over his pants and he immediately reacts, moaning softly while slowly bucking his hips into your palm.

“Be careful, baby. You might start something,” he complains, yet he makes no move to stop you. Instead, he opens his eyes to look at your face as he continues rocking his hips, while his hands return to your body, palming more aggressively down your skirt until his fingers start brushing the skin underneath.

“You started it first,” you scold him and tease him back by leaning up, pressing your lips on the column of his throat. You can feel him swallowing hard, and his hands holding down firmly on your thighs just as his chest shudders with his deep breath.

“That’s it—” is the last thing you hear from him before he suddenly hoists you up onto the counter. “You asked for it.”

You are completely caught off guard by his sudden move that you can barely react. But that soon changes when he pulls you towards him until you are resting right on the edge of the counter. “How much time do we have again?”

“Not much,” you whisper to him, unable to control your breath when your heartbeat is racing. With your new position, you have your legs spread open, your skirt pulled up nearly to your hips, exposing your still-covered center which allows you to feel the heat brewing between your legs.

“Better make this quick, then,” he quickly says before kissing your neck again. His hands reach around your back, nearly shaking as he tries to untie your apron. “I really don’t want to take this thing off.”

“Then don’t,” you whisper back to him, gently pushing him away. He pulls back immediately, looking at you with wide eyes and slightly disappointed. You realise then that he probably thinks that you are trying to stop him from going further, so you pull up your skirt and the hem of your apron further and pull him back towards you. “Keep them on. There’s not enough time. Just make sure you’re not making a mess of my clothes. I didn’t bring any set of change for dinner.”

Seokjin’s grin returns to his face, and so does the hunger in his eyes as he comes back to you. The next moment, your lips come together in a heated kiss, while his hands roam down your body, feeling you up and touching you from over your clothes. He pulls away from the kiss and starts working his way down, kissing your neck as your head falls back the moment he palms your covered breasts. His lips return to yours as he starts fondling your breasts from over your blouse, before suddenly stopping.

“It’s okay to take these off, right?” he asks you with a shuddering breath as his fingers find the buttons on your blouse and gives them a light pull.

You barely manage to voice out an answer when he starts to gently unbutton your top. His hands are shaking as he is doing it, showing you how much he is holding back from ripping the thing off of you. He finishes quickly and opens your blouse. A gasp slips out of him once his eyes fall on the lacy lingerie top you are wearing underneath.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t tell me you’re wearing this for me,” he breathlessly says, causing you to giggle sheepishly at him.

“I guess you’re opening your birthday gift a bit early,” you whisper to him before biting your lips, loving how your words seem to please him.

Running his hands up your torso, Seokjin bends low. He starts trailing his lips across your collarbone, almost looking like he wants to take his time with you. Until his hands come up to your breasts. He palms your mounds for a moment from over your lacy bra, kneading them gently until your whole body trembles as the heat within you rise to its peak, then he slips his fingers under the lace and tugs the cups down, resting them under the curves of your breasts.

“I’m going to enjoy this as an appetizer,” he murmurs against your skin as he makes his way down. His fingers find your nipples and he starts tweaking them gently, causing your whole body to rock as each bud grows hard under his touch. “Don’t think we’re done once we finish things up here, because we’ll continue this further later once we’re alone so I can take my time with you,” he continues whispering to you between each kiss that he lands on your skin, and then your breath hitches when you feel his lips brushing against your nipple.

“But for now, I’m going to enjoy this as much as I can.” Before he even finishes his words, his mouth captures one nipple, sucking it hard to draw your moans, and then he moves to the other side to do the same thing. He continues, repeating it by going from one side to another without taking a break. He seems to be in a rush, yet doing it unhurriedly at the same time when he works on your breasts, altering between sucking, rolling his tongue, and kissing gently around your sensitive nipples.

While you are overwhelmed with the sensation he is giving you with his mouth and tongue, he moves his hands down, reaching lower, using this chance to slip his hand between your legs. Right as he gives your nipple one light bite, his fingers brush against your covered heat. He easily finds the crevice between your folds and presses against it, drawing your cries of pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, pulling away from your breast so he could look down. His eyes are burning with clear desire as he watches himself rubbing your pussy through your lacy panties. The more he feels your wetness pooling under his touch, the more he rubs against it. He moves his fingers up and down your pussy until he feels where your clit is hidden and circles around it, and your body responds to him by rocking on the counter, pressing against his touch to ease the pulses you feel rising within you. “Fuck, I love you in this thing. I better get to have a good look of you in it later.”

“Later, I’ll let you see everything,” you moan as you feel him touching right where you need him to. But you still want more. “Touch me, Jin. Please.”

Wasting no time, Seokjin roughly tugs on your lacy panties and pulls them down your legs. The force that he is using to strip you down is not enough to rip the flimsy fabric apart, but it does leave a snap on your skin that seems to trigger something inside you. Something unfamiliar and new. You have no idea what to think of it, but the sensation that it brings onto your body makes you feel curious and excited to explore it further with him.

Later, you remind yourself of his promise to continue further, and your heartbeat picks up just by thinking about it.

Your body shudders, and you are pulled out of your thoughts as Seokjin runs his hands down your exposed thighs. You are still wearing both your skirt and the waist apron, both hiked all the way up to your waist at this point, giving him all the access to look between your legs. The coldness you feel building there becomes the evidence of your arousal, while the heat inside your pussy seems to escalate with each pulse of desire, and it only grows intense when Seokjin’s fingers keep coming close to your center.

He stops just before he could touch your throbbing core and pulls away from you. Your mouth falls open, ready to protest when you lose his touch, yet you are immediately silenced when he begins unbuttoning his shirt.

Time is running out, so you reach out to help him. Within moments he has his shirt open, revealing his bare chest that keeps heaving with his ragged breath. Both his pants and boxers are pushed down to his hips, freeing his hard shaft which appears hard and rigid and highly appetising that you unconsciously start licking your lips at the sight of it. You have never felt so hungry for his taste before, but there is a musky scent that is coming from him as he steps back closer to you which draws out your need. You clench your hands, stopping yourself from reaching out to touch him, yet he beats you to it anyway when he wraps his palm around his girth and begins stroking himself. He slides his hand up and down his length at a slow pace, while reaching out to touch your legs with the other. You still have your eyes locked on the head of his cock, noticing the drop of pre-cum that comes seeping from its slit, just as his fingers begin tracing a circle pattern right on the apex of your thigh.

“Spread your legs wider for me, baby,” he groans as he continues stroking his cock. His eyes look deep and sharp, and you can recognise his desire, his hunger, only that he isn’t hungry for any of the desserts that you have finished baking around you.

You do as he told, completely entranced with the way he is running his fingers on your skin. His hand moves down, tracing the side of your thigh before working its way to your back. He gently slides the bottom of your skirt upward and palms your bare bottom, pressing gently until you arch into his touch.

His big hand feels perfect against your skin. You revel in his touch as he guides you to lift your hips up from the counter, opening yourself up for him as he takes a step closer, positioning himself right between your parted legs. Giving himself a few more strokes, he then starts rubbing the thick head of his cock on your pussy.

“This is going to be fast, baby,” he mutters, his voice coming out so deep and low that the sound of your blood pumping through your head almost drowns his words. Nodding your head, you slide your fingers between your folds, making sure that you are wet enough and ready for him as he slowly aligns himself right at your pussy.

Your body shivers as he slides his cock between your folds, quickly replacing your fingers right after you move your hand away, and he begins sliding his cock up and down your slit, stroking against your wetness. With each stroke, you begin to anticipate that he would find your entrance and push his way inside you, except that he is choosing to make you wait rather than going straight into it. He brushes his cock against your clit, and your hips rise up from the counter, pushing into him.

“Jin, please. Fuck me, baby. I can’t wait any longer,” you start whining, all while rocking your hips on the counter, desperate to have him inside you.

“Who’s the naughty one now?” he gently mocks you, though he soon complies with your request.

He bucks his hips, and you feel him pressing his cock right at your entrance. With one hand holding your thigh open for him, he slowly pushes forward, sliding his cock into you and slowly burying himself inch by delicate inch. You gasp at the feeling of him filling you up, of your muscles getting stretched out as his thick cock invades your tight pussy walls. Once he has about half of his length buried inside you, Seokjin rocks his hips and pushes the rest of the way in with one hard push, drawing a sharp cry from you.

He waits until the tight pulses of your walls pressing around him begin to calm before he begins moving, going in and out of you with slow strokes. You look down, watching how his cock smoothly slides into you, disappearing between your folds and feeling him reaching deeper, all the way to the hilt of your pussy. You feel like you are in heaven when he keeps brushing and grazing all the right spots, his girth fitting perfectly well inside you. With your legs hanging around his waist, you take every thrust, every hard push, until the sparks you are feeling inside you grows more intense.

He pulls one hand back, only to return to touch your bare breast. Your head falls back when he begins to palm your mound, gently kneading your soft flesh almost simultaneously together with each thrust he gives into you. The sensation engulfing you starts becoming too much to handle as he plays with your breasts, teasing and rubbing them, while you take his pounding like a good girl.

“Keep your eyes open for me, baby,” he groans, drawing your focus to him. Opening your eyes, you watch him as he bends down, capturing your nipple into his mouth. Your face heats up as he begins rolling his tongue around your nipple, moving one side to another to give both breasts fair treatment. Your hand comes up, your fingers sink into his soft hair as you hold the back of his head, as if you can feel more by keeping him there and arching your body onto his face is still not enough.

The way your body is responding to him seems to be enough to entice him to go further. You can feel it too, as the shudders within your body continue to escalate and you are pulsing and clenching tightly around him. Seokjin pulls his head back, releasing your breast with a grunt and begins rocking his hips harder, increasing his pace as he thrusts and pounds his cock into you.

He gives you one hard thrust which knocks the air out of you, yet the pressure only gives you brief pain that quickly turns into pleasure. He continues to move, giving you more and more pleasure that feels so intense, while your voice grows louder, echoing across the room while you are lost in bliss. With both of your hands clinging onto his shoulders for dear life, you give in to the waves of pleasure that keep on rising, going up and up, until—

With a loud grunt, Seokjin pushes deeper into you and your body jolts slightly on top of the counter. You suddenly feel incredibly light, as if you are lifted off the surface, but as he gives you another push that sends your body falling backwards, the back of your skirt brushes against the cold counter and slips, forcing your whole body to lose balance and stumble back, taking Seokjin with you in your fall.

“Oh, shit—” he curses in his shock, though he manages to balance himself quickly. He wraps his arm around your waist to stop you from plummeting on your back and stops himself from falling over you by smacking his palm on the counter. Yet his hand slips an inch, shocking both of you.

“Damn it, guess I didn’t do a good job cleaning this place up,” he groans. He lifts his hand just then, showing you the white powder coating his palm.

You both laugh, realising that there is still a thin layer of flour or sugar right under your butt. “Oh, fuck,” he gasps. He slowly pulls out of you and helps you come down from the counter. The move happens so fast that you can barely react, though you quickly understand why he suddenly stops when he starts brushing his palm down the back of your skirt and blouse. “I promised not to ruin your clothes, didn’t I?”

“Well, yeah—” you murmur, still in disbelief. You can still feel the pulses from your impending orgasm in your body, slowly ebbing away. Your chest grows tight, feeling slightly disappointed that your friskiness is cut short so suddenly out of your—and his—clumsiness. Seokjin stops doing what he’s been doing when he notices your face, and then he looks down, catching you rubbing your legs together to erase the feeling of emptiness appearing inside you.

Seokjin chuckles softly with a deep voice and cups your face to kiss your pouting lips. “Relax, baby. I’m not done yet,” he whispers against your lips, smiling when he can see you breathing heavily again from the simple kiss he gave you. “Turn around. Thought you said you had to keep a close watch on the oven?”

Before you can react, he grabs your waist and turns your body around until you are facing the counter. Coincidentally making you face the oven that is still working hard to finish baking while trapping you back against the counter in a new position.

He bends you forward and stands behind you. With his hands, he hikes up your skirt back to its position on your waist until your bare bottom is presented to his eyes. With a soft groan escaping his lips, he gently palms your naked skin, making you shiver before reaching down between your legs. Using his knees, he nudges your legs, silently urging you to spread your legs apart for him. He then reaches down to touch your sensitive folds, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit to draw the sound of your moan before aligning himself back at your pussy. You rock back to welcome his touch, eager to have him back inside you again. His hand moves away, only to be replaced by his thick cock.

With one push, he is buried deep inside you once again. In this position, he seems to reach deeper and you feel even fuller with his presence. You are still sensitive after his rough pounding earlier that your muscles flutter around him, yet you are still wet enough to allow him to move easily, thus he begins his steady rocking, thrusting his cock in and out of you at the same pace as he did before.

With each stroke he gives you, he seems to be going further inside you, burying his whole length into your depth, and still, you cannot get enough of him. As he begins fucking you again, his hands move forward, grabbing your breasts. His hold on your soft flesh is firm as he increases his pace. Soon enough, he is fucking you harder, faster, causing the ripples of electricity running through your body to rise up into massive waves of pleasure.

A deep moan comes out of his lips as Seokjin bends down on your back, folding you further into the counter. You feel his warm breath falling against your neck. It draws out goosebumps on your skin, and your heart picks up further when he whispers, “Give me your hands.”

Driven by his voice, you let go of the tight grip you have kept on the edges of the counter and bring your hands together in front of you. He reaches out and grabs your wrists with his big hand, putting them together and pulling them forward, folding you further.

“Oh, god—” you cry out with a gasp, surprised to find how intense it feels as he slides back into you and you have nothing to hold onto.

“Does this hurt?” he softly asks. He keeps his hold on your wrists tight and firm, yet he slows down a bit with his thrusts, as if giving you enough time to adjust to this new position. Though he quickly picks up his pace again the moment you nod your head when you cannot find your voice to tell him to move.

It feels odd being bent at this angle, all while losing any bit of control with your hands being restrained in his hold. It makes you feel vulnerable, and your senses are suddenly heightened to the point that you can feel everything he is giving you—his wide girth spreading your pussy walls apart, how he keeps pushing further and deeper, how you can feel each of his thrust all the way up to your chest, how good it feels as he fills you up with his thick cock. You can even feel it when his cock throbs against your pussy each time he hits the deepest part of you, and you cannot miss the way your body moulds together so perfectly as you rock into each other.

All too soon, you feel your climax building up, rising so rapidly that you have no chance to stop it from erupting. Your muscles coil up at the first hint of its arrival, and your body begins to quiver, ready to go over the edge. You know that he can feel it coming too, and it seems like he is just as close to his release when you feel the twitch of his cock inside you. Without letting go of your wrists, he moves his hand down, reaching to your front to find your swollen clit and give it a light nudge. It sends an immediate spark right through you, and he repeats it again until your body keels over.

“Cum for me, baby. Come around my cock,” he groans between his rapid thrusts, and his words are enough to push you over, allowing you to let go and embrace your release, and you rock back to him, pushing him to join you at the same time.

You feel his body shuddering against yours, just as your entire body rocks with the waves of your orgasm rushing through you. With a few more thrusts, he finally sends you off to your climax. It feels so intense, so overwhelming, and it seems to ignite his own climax when you feel his pounding falters for a brief moment. Wave after wave of your orgasm comes rolling through you, pulsing through your body right where you are connected to each other, and it sends him off to his own release. You feel his warmth filling you up causing you to cry out his name. Your muscles are clenching tightly around him in return, milking him further to his last drop, and he just keeps on moving in and out of you at a steady pace, helping both of you ride the waves of your climax together until the pulses slowly wind down.

By the time he stops, your knees feel so weak. You are still distracted by the rush flowing down your body to notice him pulling back, taking you along with him before he pulls out. With his strong arm, he straightens you up against his chest, keeping you from falling while he soothes the skin on your wrists by rubbing circle patterns to help your blood flow normally again.

Neither of you says a thing, too preoccupied with trying to cool down and control your breathing. He watches you with a smile on his face as he helps you tidy up your clothes, then takes his turn to fix his own clothes only once you are done. Just as you open your mouth to speak, the sound of the timer echoes against the walls, notifying you that the baking is done.

“Right on time,” Seokjin chuckles softly. He kisses the nape of your neck before turning away. “Wait here,” he says as he walks around the counter to reach the oven. You watch in awe as he grabs your oven mitt to use it to pull the pan of freshly baked cinnamon rolls out of the oven. The wave of heat from the oven brushes past you for a brief moment, and he quickly shuts down the oven before setting the pan down on the counter to cool.

“Someone’s been a good student. You remember what to do. How nice,” you compliment him, earning a shrug from him.

“I got a good teacher.”

Once the high from the quickie winds down, you both rush to finish up and prepare to leave. He returns to his task, wiping the counter clean from the residue left behind from all the baking processes that he had missed and whatever is left from your carnal tryst.

Thinking about it feels naughty, but for some reason, you enjoyed every second of it. Your body shivers as you recall everything that happened, and you know that you will continue to be reminded of it when you can still feel the ghosts of his touch on your skin, when the faint pulses of your orgasm seem to linger, and you can still feel his essence dripping out of your pussy each time you move.

While he cleans, you finish packing all the baked goods, preparing them to go in the boxes that you had prepared. “I think we’re done. I’ve ordered the Uber too so we better get moving,” Seokjin says as he comes over to you, ready to accept the boxes that he needs to carry.

“We’re ready. I hope we won’t be late for your birthday dinner.”

Hearing this, he laughs softly while he expertly piles up a few boxes in his arms. “We won’t be, I promise,” he says, before leaning down to give your lips a sweet, chaste kiss.

Jin pulls back and catches you smiling as you look over his shoulders, when a sudden thought comes to your mind just as you picture yourself getting fucked against it. “What are you thinking right now?”

“Just remembered something that Naeun said earlier before she left,” you answer him with a grin on your face as you recall the conversation you had with Naeun earlier this morning. She had just returned from another bakery shop located just another block from here to have a meeting with its owner for an event. She had stayed there for a while longer to chat with her friends, the staff from the bakery who have been hanging out with Naeun and the other girls whenever they are free. And that was when she heard some odd rumours.

“She heard through the grapevines the rumours of a baker that we both know of who almost got caught having sex in the kitchen while preparing for their Valentine’s Day bake sale. He works in a rival bakery shop a few blocks away. We got to know him through the baking competitions that Naeun and I joined back when we first started this business,” you smile a little when you remember those days.

The days when you and Naeun, both fresh out of college and lack of experience, yet shared the same big dreams to help you bond with one another. Joining those baking competitions had been one of the ways you had taken to start your journey in the bakery business before opening your own shop. Out of all the good and bad memories you had then, the young baker, Min Yoongi, had once been a constant as he also started his own journey by joining the competition to gain more experience.

“He always seemed cold and a bit like a stuck-up dude. Didn’t help that he was the owner’s main baker and her favourite apprentice,” you continue while reminiscing the past, before adding what Naeun had told you when sharing the rumours, “They said the girl was the owner’s niece who is going to inherit the shop. Now that I think about it, knowing that they seem to be together now, that rumour might be true.”

Seokjin raises his eyebrows. “Maybe your friend planned the whole thing then? Add some mistletoe here and there to see if her boss would take the chance and get frisky herself.”

Thinking about it, you immediately laugh. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that was her plan all along.”

Laughing with you, a look of mischief passes through his eyes. “Perhaps next time we can make it happen? Christmas bake sale sounds good? Then maybe we can try the thing where you bake with only your apron on while I—”

You stop whatever he is about to say by swatting his arm, causing him to laugh while he adjusts the boxes of baked goods he is carrying in his arms.

“Hey! I’m only joking! I mean, if it works for them, then why not—” he defends himself as he follows you out of the kitchen, though you only shake your head and leave him be, making no comment as you make your way to the front where the Uber awaits, knowing that there is a chance that he wasn’t truly joking.

↳ Author’s note | Found the easter egg yet? Find Yoongi’s story on my Valentine’s Day special: Pour Some Sugar On Me; thank you for reading!

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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.

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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eoieopda · 1 year

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the one with kim seokjin

pairing: jin x reader type: drabble word count: approx. 700 content: jin has a surprise and you are not allowed to be mad, okay? established relationship au a/n: this very stupid idea popped into my head last night and i had to make it into a drabble.

You really should've been suspicious when Jin didn't meet you at the door upon your arrival home. He always did, even when you weren't coming home from a bachelorette trip out-of-town. Granted, you'd only been gone for the long-weekend, a mere three hours away - but still, this should've been your first clue.

You set your small suitcase down next to the door and hung your keys on their designated hook. After tucking your coat back onto its hanger in the front closet, that's when it hit you:

Why was it silent?

Kim Seokjin did not move through life quietly. His big personality and constant desire to be around others - friends, if not you - meant that there was always something going on in your home. And if he was alone, he'd be shouting at the television or his computer screen. But not this time.

Truthfully, he was more likely to have been kidnapped from your home than to sit somewhere calmly inside it, alone.

You quirked an eyebrow as you wandered down the hallway to the left. Poking your head into the various rooms as you encountered them, you didn't see him anywhere. Not in the laundry room, the guest bedroom, or the kitchen. Lips pursed, you pressed on, calling out through the seemingly empty house, "Jin? Are we playing hide-and-seek?"

As you padded along, you noticed that the French doors to the living room were closed - they were never closed. Curiosity piqued, you crept up the hallway. You didn't ask yourself why you felt such stealth was necessary in your own home.

As you approached the doorway, you saw him through the glass panes. He was sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the door. Though his shoulders moved slightly, he was otherwise still. He was murmuring something, but he spoke too softly for any of it to be intelligible.

What on Earth?

The floorboards creaked underfoot. Startled, you froze; even more so, Jin's head turned quickly to locate the intruder. You would've guessed that the sight of you would be of some comfort - after all, you weren't a burglar - but his eyes only got wider when they landed on you. His mouth curled into a shape halfway between a smile and a grimace.

He stood up cautiously. Deft hands hid whatever he was holding behind his back as he turned to face you. Worst of all, his ears were bright red at the tips - his biggest tell. He was undeniably up to something.

Your eyes narrowed under the weight of your suspicion as you pulled the door open. One hinge squeaked slightly over dead air as you did. Jin, still looking like he’d been caught red-handed, stepped back to allow you inside. Head tilted to the side, you began, "Jin, why -"

He cut you off with words shooting quickly out of his mouth - bullets. "I can explain, okay? But you can't get mad at me. You were gone and everyone else was out of town - I got lonely! So, you can't get angry - promise?"

Mouth frozen in the shape of an "o," you didn't know where to begin with any of what he just said. And he didn't wait for you to figure it out before bringing his hands back to the front of his body.

"Oh my god," you gasped.

In his large hands, the little orange kitten looked impossibly tiny. Its eyes blinked slowly, and though they remained shut more often than not, you could see that its irises matched the beautiful pumpkin color of its fur.

This time, you cooed when you said it, "Oh my god!"

Jin's ears went back to their normal shade when you quickly closed the distance between you. The tension in his shoulders evaporated with his relieved sigh. He chuckled before placing a kiss on your cheek in greeting, “So glad you’re not angry.”

"I wasn't allowed to be, remember?" You snickered. Gently, you scratched under the kitten's chin. Your heart melted at the purrs you received in response, vibrating through its little body. "What's their name?"

He said it matter-of-factly, like it was silly of you to bother asking, "Kim Seokjin."

Once again, you stared at him with your unresponsive mouth hanging open. Buffering. The two of you stared at each other for one silent moment before you erupted into giggles.

Your boyfriend was incredulous as he stared down at you, eyes twinkling. "What? It's a good, strong name!"

Standing on tip-toe, you kissed one Kim Seokjin before squatting back down to kiss the other. "Can't argue with that. Handsome, too."

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sighingsiren-tales · 2 years

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4 hours later...

Trying to stick to my word.

Should I make Freaky Friday a thing? (Story themed day)

Word Count: 5.6k

“Where in fucks name do you think you’re going?” Jin questions with no real malice.

You turn around slightly, barely looking over your shoulder before you scoff and pour another glass of wine for yourself.

“Nowhere” you mumble sourly.

Seokjin walks around to face you, leaning down, so that his face was but a hair away from you. He scans your expression and your outfit; As his eyes pass over you, you suddenly feel so silly.

“Your makeup and dress say otherwise”.

You shoot him a glare. Pushing off the barstool, slightly annoyed, you go to the fridge to grab something to munch on angrily. You hope the vigorous hewing will curb your anger; You grab a green apple, tossing it in the air once before closing the fridge and looking up at Jin with the most nonchalant expression that you could muster.

“I got stood up” Your words were as dry as the evening.

His eyes narrow.

“Stood up?” He questions.

The words sound foreign on his tongue but you are sure he knows the meaning.

You nod your head once, curtly, before taking another angry bite out of the apple.

“Do you not know what ‘I got stood-up’ means?” You must say, that was quite bitchy.

Seokjin does not flinch.

“Look at my face, look at its perfection, contemplate its beauty” He poses.

You roll your eyes.

“Are we nearing the point?”.

“Ignoring that. Given my” He strikes another pose.

“Assets. Do you really think I know the meaning of such words?”.

You glare at him ready to fire back but, upon further reflection, what could you truly say to that? Jin was gorgeous, even to the blind. You visibly sag, dropping the bitchy exterior.

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“It’s been two hours and he hasn’t even attempted to contact me” You mumble the words, as if they’re a shame to get out.

Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Seokjin pulls up a stool to sit by you.

“Not that now is the right time, but did you seriously cut ties with me for a guy who didn’t even show up?”.

Ah, Seokjin and his brutal honesty; Even if the timing was terrible, he’s right.

“I cut ties with you because I wanted more than just sex”.

To that, Seokjin was absolutely quiet and truth be told, you expected it. You didn’t think he would answer you nor did you think he would jump to your defense at the first sight of your sadness. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable silence that followed, more like a welcome break from words.

After a few moments of quiet, Seokjin spoke up.

“Question, what kind of bear is best?” He spoke in his best Jim impersonating Dwight from the office impression.

It was your favorite sitcom and you looked up at him with a hint of a smile on your features. He could see your eyes twinkle, for only a half a second, but that alone was enough to keep up the bit. He kept a straight face, speaking before you could even answer.

“False, black bear”.

You giggle, pushing at his shoulder which caused his facade to crack for just a moment, a hint of a smile peaking through.

“Fact: bears eat beets” He spoke, annunciating obnoxiously.

You both look at each other for a moment, fighting smiles.

“Bears, Beets, Battle star galactica” You both finished together, earning him a hearty laugh from you.

He smiles at the sound. That was one reason why you always loved being around Jin, sex or not; He always knew how to make you laugh regardless of the situation. The two of you sat there for God knows how long, watching random episodes of the office and giggling at every joke that was made. Slowly but surely, the air was changing to a much less sad and pathetic vibe the longer you sat there watching videos with Jin on his phone. The longer you stay there with him, the more that you seem to relax and revert back to a state of happiness. Your stress seems to melt away and whenever he felt you devolved back into unwelcome seriousness, his finger tickled you back into happy submission. In those moments filled with fits of laughter, you remembered with a fierce vengeance why you adored Seokjin as you did; His smile and mannerisms could light up a room like nothing else. A part of you selfishly wanted that smile and happiness to belong solely to you. Now, would you make that known? Probably not but in these few moments of bliss You allow yourself a few seconds to believe your deepest desire is true; You were almost lost to it.

That was until the doorbell rang.

Your head turns towards the door, your stomach bubbling in both anger and anxiety at the thought of it being Hyungmin. Hell, what would you do if it was Hyungmin? Jin looked at you for a split second and the look you shared means you both know who was behind that door. He does not allow you the chance; He rises quickly, going to the door, shirtless nonetheless. He grabbed the doorknob and threw the door open ,giving you no time to mentally prepare yourself as he revealed Hyungmin. The aforementioned stood there looking as cool as a cucumber; By his lack of remorse, he doesn��t even appear to care about the time of night it was .

“Hi!” Seokjin’s tone is overly cheery.

You’re almost concerned about what he would do. Almost.

Before Hyungmin could get a word out, Jin starts speaking again:

“Yeah, so sorry, but she’s busy” His words drip with mock sympathy.

You hide a chuckle at the fake sympathy that Jin was trying to conjure up. The not as handsome guy in front of him furrows his eyebrows in confusion as your stomach did the most complicated gymnastics routine your brain could think of; He was nearly four hours late and still had the gaul to show up at your doorstep? Was this even a real attempt to take you out or was he just trying to get in your pants? Who did he think he was?

“Doing what?” He deadpanned, obviously not buying it.

Jin turns around quickly, giving you a glance over his shoulder with a quick smirk.

“Nosey one isn’t he?” The glint in his eye is dangerous and playful, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at the audacious intruder.

Even through his playful exterior, you had been around and been with Seokjin long enough that you could sense the hint of jealousy masked in his words.

Jin does not give you the time to respond, not that you planned on adding to the encounter. The wine was making its presence known quite fiercely, your head swims and you can not bring yourself to keep your composure. The name of the game? Try not to laugh. Only half of his name left your lips, a half-assed attempt at speech before Jin turned back around to face the date that had stood you up; Just like that, Jin was in control of the convo. He was the elder here, of us all.

“I said she’s busy” His true annoyance interlocks with his tone.

“Look, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-”

“Lovely, then allow me to introduce myself ” Jin straightens his spine; He is easily looking down on the man in front of him. The bass returns to his voice.

“Hello there! I’m a decent guy who doesn’t make a woman wait for four hours for a lousy date which, in your case, is code for a half-assed attempt at pussy”.

No one speaks.

Hyung-Min’s face is unreadable. After another moment or two you decide to pipe up.

“You were supposed to be here at 7, Hyung-Min”.

Hyungmin is quiet at first, looking to you and then back to Seokjin. Something in Jim’s expression causes him to bristle, scoffing before chuckling slightly in disbelief. Before he can compose himself enough to speak, Jin is on the attack again.

“If you truly knew how late you were, almost 4 hours in case you forgot, you would not offer any sorry ass arguments. Come to think of it, I see the cowardly lack of an apology”.

His tone was final and left absolutely no room for argument; His insults were calculated and all were true.

“And worse, the audacity of still showing up with the expectation of something”.

The finality in his voice and the way he was standing up for your honor was an absolute turn on; It wasn’t kosher but the fact that Jin was outraged at someone mistreating you was sweet. The fact that he stood up for you in spite of the fact that he liked you. This all confirms what you already had a sneaking suspicion of: Jin has a permanent place in your heart. Some part of you would always adore him, forever. You had only wished he did this all the time and not just at spotty moments of emotion; You love the passion, but you love consistency more. If Jin was going to be there for you, you wanted the consistency, the commitment.

While you’re chewing on that, Hyungmin remains absolutely silent, not responding to the obvious and just staring at Jin. Your knight, who has proven himself to be rather merciless when called for, seems emboldened.

“Also, who picks someone up for a date at” Seokjin pauses to turn around, asking you for the time sweetly; His demeanor changes completely when he looks at you. He’s smiling, genuinely and his eyes hold a certain tenderness.

“Time check beautiful?” That beautiful and all knowing smirk on his face.

You look him over once quickly, or so you thought; The alcohol definitely slows your reaction time. Your lips turn upwards at his soft handling of you or from the beautiful view of a shirtless Seokjin. When you finally come to and open your phone to check the time, Seokjin notes his observations:

"Don’t look at me like that while the bozo is still here, it isn’t polite”.

You bit back a smile at his antics, keeping yourself in check the best you could. But truthfully, you were giddy. He was standing up for you in such a profound way; To see how he stepped up to try to lighten your mood was heartwarming. Seokjin, forever the charmer. Remembering reality, you tell him it was nearly 11pm and he gives you a quick wink.

“Thanks sweetheart” With that he turns away from you, his voice lowering as he speaks to the man in front of him.

“At 11pm? If you just want your dick wet, go elsewhere” Jin’s words didn’t shock you, he’s always been a smartass, but his tone was not one for joking. You could tell that he was dead serious about every word that left his mouth.

Hyung-Min begins to look uncomfortable and at this, Jin makes a smug sound, emanating from deep within his chest as if he had gotten confirmation on who the alpha male was. Truth be told, everyone in the vicinity knew who the alpha male was, including you.

“Before I tell you about yourself, accept the excuse of ‘she’s busy’ and leave” Jin’s voice lowered back down to his normal, melodic octave, though with a rough edge to it, an edge that made you shiver.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, tracing over the muscles of his back and the proportions of his broad shoulders. His smooth unblemished skin, toned arms with a face sculpted by the Goddess. Did you just lick your lips in front of Hyungmin?

What was the name of that wine, again?

Hyung-Min’s spine begins to straighten, as if he’s had enough of his manhood being invalidated by Jin talking down to him.

“If she doesn’t want to see me, say that. Don’t tell me she’s busy when she’s clearly not. I’m not fucking blind” Hyungmin counters, his tone does nothing to hide his irritation.

Jin lets out a harsh laugh, a bark almost.

“Amazing, I almost believed you gave a fuck about her. You’re a theater major aren’t you?” The sentence is accompanied by a breathy laugh.

“Accounting, actually”.

Jin waves his hand in the air.

“Who really gives a shit. Why are you still here? Go on” He clicks his tongue and tilts his chin upwards.

“Off you trot”.

Hyung-Min’s hands balled into fists at his side.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”.

Jin takes a step forward; They’re chest to chest.

“The guy who’s to show her the difference between a boy and a man. I’d return the question if I cared”.

"Fuck that, Babygirl c'mon. We have better things to do then stay here".

You raise a brow. Who the fuck was Babygirl? Not I, said the cat. (Hint, YOU'RE the cat): Before oyu can respond Jin beats you to the punch

“I said she’s busy” He growls.

You felt your entire being shift when you heard that sound come from Jin. Did he just growl? Jin rarely shows anger so that growl was palpable.

“Accept the excuse before I hurt your feelings”.

“I can see her right the fuck there, I know she’s not busy” Hyung-Min counters, his voice louder than before.

“You can not be this deft” Jin mumbles before he huffs out a laugh.

“Trust me, after this I’m going to get on her ass in more ways than one about her dating standards. Men like you are unacceptable”.

Hyung-Min rolls his eyes and his jaw clenches before he’s looking over at you, past Jin’s shoulder. You barely feel the need to make eye contact with him. All you can think of is the shirtless Adonis who was standing up for you. You don’t even meet his eyes; Your gaze is fixated on Seokjin.

“Your parents ever taught you to look someone in the eye when they’re talking to you?”.

Hyungmin grits his teeth, nearing his limit as his ears flare red. As if he realizes how childish he’s being, he laughs, though you can tell it is out of frustration.

“I’m sure she had nothing better planned than our date this evening” Hyungmin shot back, turning up his nose in annoyance and slight disgust as he let out a humorless laugh.

His arrogance was repulsive; He hadn’t apologized once, didn't even showed remorse and he still expected you to go out with him. What a fucking prick. He originally was going to be a quick fuck and nothing more, but no dick could champion this behavior.

“That’s where you’re wrong” Jin pauses to look back at you and the heat of his gaze is familiar.

And, though the night proves to be full of surprises, nothing in the world could prepare you for the words that came out of Seokjin's mouth next.

“I have a few inches of something that’ll keep her busy for the next few hours. Enjoy your night!”.

You barely saw the look of absolute disbelief on Hyung-Min’s face before Jin slammed the door in it and power walked back over to the kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.

“Whew, all that bullshit made me thirsty”.

“Jin, what in fucks name did you just do?” You asked quite confused and even a bit scared, though the chuckle between your statement did not make it seem so.

Maybe it was because Hyung-Min was popular at college as you didn’t need people labeling you as a slut because of this or worse. But then again, Hyung-Min was a notorious man whore so, it could technically cancel out any rumor that started about you, right? Jin walks over to you slowly, taking a few gulps of the water before capping it and setting it down on the table next to you. Stalking up to you with the determination of a man on a mission, he grabs your face in his hands. He scans your face once, then twice before his gaze drops to your lips. His thumb brushes your cheek, then your lips before he brings his lips closer to yours.

Your noses brush against each other.

“This okay?”.

You didn’t need to think about it; You nod.

With that, He kisses you passionately, letting his lips meet yours over and over again. You smile against his lips; He was always in a hurry to kiss you. As his hands smoothed down the side of your neck, his thumbs brushed over your jaw; You never knew that Jin held that much passion underneath that goofy exterior of his but the proof was there in the swipes of his tongue against your own, the soft feel of his lips. You feel his length digging into your stomach and it takes all you have to swallow your moans. Could you ever resist Jin? Truly?

You let your hands enclose around his wrist as you stand up, letting the kiss overtake you in ways that you hadn’t felt in months. You pull yourself closer to him, able to feel the heat emanating off of him through the thin material of your dress. Your nipples seem to slide against his chest in ways that make your brain fog.

“Did you hear what I told him?” He asks once he’s able to pull himself away, slightly out of breath.

The kiss left you with absolutely words; You were only able to nod weakly with his coaxing.

“Speak” he commands firmly but gently, pulling you closer to him with a large hand tugging on your hips.

“Yes, I did” Your voice is barely a whisper.

His eyes pass over you once, then twice before a hand snuck down, underneath your ass. You gasp but he only pulls you closer by the handful; His lips go straight for yours again. All too soon, his tongue disappears.

“Repeat it back to me, I need to be sure you heard me” His voice is lower than you’ve ever heard it.

You immediately feel your skin and cheeks heat up; You knew what it was that Jin wanted. He wanted you to say it.

It was a few times before that he got like that, wanting to hear every single moment of him driving you crazy. He wanted you to say the dirtiest things, he loved to hear it in your voice.

But what he loved even more to make you watch it happen.

Bottomline, the sex was always amazing when he got riled up and so, you did as he commanded and complained very little.

Of course, nothing is so easy with Seokjin.

“Oh, now you don’t have bass in your voice?” His expression is nothing short of a mix of amused and aroused.

You let your fingers dance up his arms, admiring the veins that trail down the sides of his forearms before letting your hands rest on his broad shoulders. Gripping the back of your neck, he let his gaze flutter down to your lips before locking your gaze again.

“What did I say?” He asks again, this time while he was much closer to your lips.

You felt yourself consciously raising on your tiptoes as you let your arm hook around his neck, your gaze fixated on his lips. He pulls back a bit, just out of reach. It’s a distance you know he’ll willingly close if you say it. Now or never, right?

“Well, if I remember correctly, you told me that you have a few inches of something that could keep me busy” You whisper as you drop your head to his chest, hiding there for a moment as you contemplate your next move.

Your palm hovers over his print before you get the confidence to grab it.

Looking up at him from underneath pretty lashes you say:

“I could only imagine this was what you meant”.

“Hmm” he sounds, using a single finger to trace underneath your chin; Your lips are easily accessible and your gaze was firmly on him.

“You gonna make a liar out of me?” He asks softly, his lips now only a hair away from your own.

You shook your head moving to close the distance between you two, though Jin resisted. With a slight smile on his face he confirms“no?” and you parrot the monosyllable before finally closing the distance between you two; He lets you.

Seokjin knows what to do with you before you even get the chance for the words to pass your lips. The second that you let your fingers skim across his chest, Seokjin lets out a dark growl from deep in his chest, grabbing at your hips and pulling them into his.

You whine when you meet his hardness poking right into your stomach. The only reason you pull away, is to sigh pleasurably as Jin’s kisses move down your neck at the slowest possible pace. He lets out a low sound when you move against him, gripping at the biceps of his arm and silently begging him to continue.

“Grind on it”.

His gruff voice and large hand palming your ass, makes you liable to do whatever he wishes; Not that you were complaining. You roll your hips, and he lets out a low curse, bucking up into you for just a moment before he composes himself.

He pulls away from your neck with a wet sound and, with a dark look in his eyes, pulls you down on the nearby couch, situating you in his lap. His hands went to your waist almost immediately, smoothing their way down your hips and thighs.

“I love when you touch me” your voice is barely above a whisper as you lean back, giving him a perfect view of your figure.

“I want to remind you why no one can fuck you like I can”.

Your fingers dance across his thighs.

“Well, I suppose the outfit won’t be a waste then”.

It took all of a few minutes for Jin’s hands to reach your upper thighs, the hem of your dress. His hands rest on your thighs before moving up your body, pushing the dress upwards and along with it. You can barely protest, letting him raise the dress to right above your navel. Bare, looking absolutely pathetic and desperate while you dripped onto Jin’s sweats.

A finger slides in, slow and gentle; He barely feels the need to take off your panties and just pushes them aside instead. You gush around him greedily and make the most lewd noises around his fingers. You squirm in his lap, his erection pressing into your backside. Another finger comes to circle your clit and your head falls back onto his shoulder; Jin had the most magical fingers. You roll your hips in tandem with his fingers.

“I want to see your pretty face when you cum”.

No time is wasted; His fingers slow to a stop and you turn to face him. The way he was looking at you at this moment? You were beyond elated that Hyungmin wasn’t the one between your legs tonight.

You look down at him with what you were sure was a heavy lidded gaze, filled with lust. Jin gladly returns your fervor, matching its intensity easily.

“Any reason why you’re staring me down?” He whispers as he leaned up to kiss the slope of your neck while his hand caressed your waist, encouraging and working you to roll your hips in his lap.

“Mm” You sound, allowing yourself to relax so you could better feel his lips against your neck.

The second you let out a moan that sounds dangerously close to his name, Jin presses a hand to the slight arch of your back, pulling you closer as he kisses your neck feverishly. He tugs at the waistband of your thong, letting his lips leave your neck so that he could whisper in your ear.

“As sexy as these are, I want them off”.

You make a move to get up but his hand on your ass stops you. Jin looks you straight in the eyes. You can read his mischievous gaze and, in a moment, he tugs hard enough that the material snaps in two.

A smug smirk of victory.

The sting of getting your panties ripped off your body was more than overshadowed by the overpowering lust you felt capsize your boat. You lean forward eagerly and meet Jin’s lips, kissing him with every ounce of passion you have. You let your hand trail down his chest and abs, manicured nails trailing down the flexing muscles before reaching the outline of his dick. You grab him, slowly letting your hand glide across the print. You moan deeply at the feeling; He was hard as a rock for you. He pulls away from your kiss to hiss his pleasure and you take that as your opportunity, sucking and kissing on his neck as you let your hands slip underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. You could hear his breathing become heavy as you let your hand glide up and down his length, spreading the pre cum generously across his tip. He felt so hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingertips and palm are sticky, but you couldn't care less.

“I swear to God, if you don’t stop fucking with me and just ride me”.

His voice was so deliciously low, so melodious, so sexy; You could barely contain your moan.

“I can not believe you were going to fuck that boy” He accentuated the last of his words with a firm grab of your bare ass.

His fingers dance over your clit, alternating the pressure as he relishes in how quickly you wet his palm, how sticky his fingers are.

When your thumb swipes over the head of his dick, Jin hisses once more before shoving his pants down his thighs and letting you hover over him. You pull away from the crook of his neck, admiring the marks that you had made. Seokjin let a single eyebrow raise as he looks you over.

“I need anything?” He asks darkly and you immediately know what he was asking.

You shook your head, telling him no. Unplanned kids are a super big no-no for you. An amused smirk crosses his lips as he leans up, his hands feeling their way up your waist before caressing your back.

“You want me to go in raw?” He husks in your ear.

You could only pull him closer, too aroused to even create sentences. You only grind on him, allowing your slick to drip out onto his length as you grind yourself against him. It feels like forever before you finally sink down on Seokjin, easily sliding down his length and landing comfortably in his lap. He lets out a shuddering moan, muttering something about how wet you were before letting both hands caress the flesh of your ass, lifting you slightly so he could settle himself properly. He swears under his breath before he grabs your ass. He bucks up for a moment and your head drops to his shoulder as you whine out your pleasure. You unconsciously spread your legs, letting him in deeper as you turn his lap into a slip and slide. You move your hips slowly, taking your time rolling them before grinding down on Jin. You felt Jin set his thrusts in time with your hips, pushing in as deep as he could go and letting out low, subtle moans as he enjoys the way he slides against your walls, hugged on all sides. Bracing your hands on his chest, you let yourself raise and fall on him as slowly as you can possibly handle. His lower lip was now caught between his teeth as he worked on matching your intensity; You could see his abs clench with every single movement and the way that he would look at you when he pushed in deep just to see the response that you gave was absolutely lethal. He watches you gush and whine over his cock, letting one hand brush across your navel as you moan his name. That same hand travels downward, its intention clear. He lets his fingers dance up, down and all around your clit, making a mess of you almost immediately. You were letting out loud whines of his name as he continued to move his fingers against your clit. You buck and whine to no use; Seokjin doesn’t care about overstimulation; he’s focused on making you cum harder than he ever has.

“Seokjin” You call for him, hoping that he knows what you need from him without you saying it.

Pressing a hand to the small of your back, he cleverly maneuvers you so that your upper half is pressed against him fully with his arm sandwiched between you too.

“Easy baby, let me work”.

He thrusts into you easily, his thrusts hitting exactly where you needed them to, over and over and over again. You let out low moans of his name in quick succession, as if you could say anything else. His pace was picking up in speed and intensity, his skin slapping against yours as loud as ever. Had you been less lust-stricken, you’d care about the lewd sounds. You widen your legs more, hoping to take all that Seokjin was willing to give you.

“If I ever find out that you go to guys like that for dick when you have me right here, you’re not leaving my room for days” His words were a promise that you knew he would uphold and you knew that without him having to say any more on the topic.

“No more of that shit, alright?” His voice was softer now, diluted by his lust but tender and mixed with another emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“No more” You readily agreed, your voice low and breathy.

In a moment, you’re flipped onto your back against the cushions of the couch. His hips piston in and out of you at a pace you almost can’t comprehend. Your legs hook around his hips and lock at the ankles. He lets his moans flow freely and you can do nothing but hang on and moan his praises in his ear. For a second, he pulls back and stills. His eyes soften for just a moment as he looks you over and the sight softens your heart; Your hand comes up to his cheek, fingertips brush across his God-like features, his jawline before stopping at his lips. He holds your gaze before kissing your fingertips.

“Hi” The monosyllabic word is shy, soft.

Jin smiles leaning down to connect your lips once more before returning the greeting. He hooks his arms underneath your thighs so that he could stand with him still inside of you.

You let out a surprised yelp followed by a short laugh as he walked with you to his room. He was still inside of you, emphasized by the slow purposeful steps he took. Since you couldn’t resist, you let your arms hang loosely around his shoulders as you grind against him. He let out a giggle just as you both made it to his room.

“You always get needy before you come” he teases before setting you down against the soft pillows of his bed and he, reluctantly, slips out. You whine about your discontent but he shushes you.

“I got you baby” He assures.

And, he does. With that, he was hovering over you and sliding in between your thighs with slippery ease once again.

His thrusts were slow and lazy, but so deep and calculated that you knew you weren’t going to last long at all. Pushing your head back against the pillows, your nails pushing into the skin of his upper back, you let Jin do as he pleased; You knew that he knew you well enough that even while doing as he liked, you would still cum. Grabbing your leg, you lifted it to drape over his shoulder, holding onto it as he drove in deeper and deeper.

“Jin, deeper” You moaned darkly.

He chuckled, kissing the skin of your breast quickly before moving over to your ear.

“How much deeper do you want me angel?” He asked, knowing full well that you couldn’t answer with the way he was working you.

You could feel the coil turning in your lower stomach and you needed nothing more than for Seokjin to keep going. You let your other leg raise slightly, spreading them so that you could feel absolutely everything. Jin let out a low sound at that action.

“Keep them just like that” He commanded.

Holding onto the skin of your thighs, he drives himself deeper and harder, the skin of his pelvis brushing your clit every time he dove back in. You were a whining, moaning mess, saying anything that came to mind as Seokjin used you as he pleased. He was getting louder, full moans escaping his throat now. You let out a mantra of his name, calling to him over and over again as you felt your body about to cum. Jin let his head drop to your shoulder, a single arm going under you and curling around your waist as he began to stroke faster and harder. You were barely able to tell him anything before you came, the sensation hitting you like a freight train. Jin didn’t let up though; He continued, letting out a few more much less subtle moans before he pushed in as deep as he could go, riding out his high as well. You felt as if you were walking on clouds at the moment, Jin laying on top of you comfortably as you both just let the world fade away for a bit, heavy breathing mingling with the others.

“Do you wanna, maybe, do this with, like, only each other?” He asked almost shyly.

You looked down at Jin, a shy smile on his face as he awaited your answer.

“Like, boyfriend and girlfriend?” You ask skeptically, unable to contain the smile on your face.

He leans up and kiss your lips quickly before responding.

“As long as I get to be the girlfriend”.

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