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jinkookspencil · 4 months
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a way to wake | ksj
you're fast asleep and seokjin has to wake you up... an old method he used on his friend eventually comes to mind
description/tags/note: seokijn drabble / fluff + suggestive / established relationship / i had this idea in my head for a while, ever since i found out how jin used to wake up jungkook when they were younger... and i ended up writing the whole thing while stuck in traffic on a random afternoon / i am actively working on til you make it 2 whenever i have the time! i'm glad i took my time with it, i improved it in all this time and am still thinking of ways to improve it little by little / also, i often get ideas or scenarios in my head that could be mini pieces, not even a drabble - some are barely even 500 words. would you guys be interested in stuff like that? lmk!! / anyways, enjoy!! / edit: i edited this fic to make it even more suggestive. they both hint at yn wanting jin to wake her up by touching her.
wc: ~1.3k words
Seokjin didn’t have it in him. You were sleeping so peacefully beside him, as you had through all seven of your alarms, likely finally getting in a good rest after many sleepless nights… and he had to disturb it?
He knew he didn’t really have a choice - you were already running late. It wasn’t going to be a problem for Seokjin really, after you both showered, it’d only take him a couple more minutes at most to change into his suit. You, on the other hand, always needed some extra time to get ready, and that ‘extra’ time was getting shorter and shorter the more he let you sleep.
You’d want him to wake you up, he knew that for certain, as well as the fact that you would probably scold him as well as yourself for your sleeping in. That reminder is what finally got him to nudge and rub your shoulder.
“Jagiya?”
He repeats the action numerous times, raising the volume of his voice every time, but still, you slept.
“Honey,” he calls with a laugh, tickling your side, belly, and thigh. Your elbow twitches once, but never again despite him repeating the action over and over again. “We need to leave soon. You need to wake up now, darling.”
Nothing.
He gets up to pull open a bit of the curtains, letting sunlight stream in and disrupt the darkness of your bedroom.
Still, nothing.
Frustrated now, Seokjin pulls out his phone and quickly takes a photo of you sleeping - just for himself - before opening up the music app. He plays clips of several songs, and all you do is wince, sleeping through them as you did your alarms.
“Are you faking it?” he asks aloud to your sleeping body. “Jagi… if you’re faking sleep, I swear I won’t eat you out tonight. I’m serious.”
Nothing.
That definitely would’ve done it if you were faking sleep. Really, you had no reason to fake it - you'd panic at the mere thought of running late - but Seokjin couldn’t eliminate the possibility entirely. You could be a bit of a brat at times.
He half considers physically pulling you out of bed, throwing a plushie at you, or emptying a water bottle on you, until he remembers a failsafe. A way that couldn’t hurt you like manhandling could, nor anger you with wet pajamas and sheets.
Jungkook’s way.
Seokjin giggles to himself at the thought. He had never tried it on any of his exes in the past, just Jungkook, really. It wasn't uncommon for boys to do such a thing at that age, especially when they were playfully roughhousing, which, with Jungkook, happened every day and at any time of day. Seokjin always had the edge by starting off Jungkook's days just like that - it always did the trick... And considering the other similarities you shared with Seokjin's younger friend, it wasn’t something to dismiss entirely.
Slowly, he turns you until you’re lying entirely on your back against the mattress, facing the ceiling with shut eyes. He moves from his position next to you until he’s over you, straddling your body with a knee planted on either side of your hips. He never took on this position with Jungkook of course, and almost started regretting it already - you felt too good.
“Jagi,” he whispers, pulling away the blanket from your body and letting his hand graze the skin at your collarbone and your stomach by the hem of your pajama top. He kisses your neck once, calling your name. It was the final chance he'd give you before he’d pull the trigger.
And you didn’t budge.
He sighs in defeat, not holding back his smile any longer when he sees your hardened nipples peak through the thin fabric of your top. Ready. Just for him.
With his index finger and thumb on both hands, Seokjin pinches and fiddles with your raised buds for mere seconds before you shoot up, finally awake.
“Wh?! W..what the fuck?! Jin!” you yell, wriggling underneath your fiancé’s body as he laughs, tumbling over you.
“I can’t believe that worked,” he says between his giggles, stopping only when you lazily reach towards his chest. “YA! I only did that to wake you up. You slept through your alarms, bub. We’re running late.”
“WHAT?!” you yell, pushing him off of you and hurriedly searching for your phone. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner?
“I TRIED!” he protests, getting off the bed. “You slept like a rock. Who knew squeezing your nipples would finally do it? It’s what I used to do to Jungkook when we shared a dorm. Though, of course, I used to twist his nipples to the point where he was certain I detached them from his body somehow. I tried handling you with care, princess.”
“Couldn’t you have used your fingers somewhere else, Seokjin? A bit lower perhaps? You know, something Jungkook doesn’t have? Something you could only possibly do with your girlfriend?”
Seokjin stares at you. Despite the fact that you’d looked delectable asleep and under him already, the thought never occurred to him. Of course the thought wouldn’t occur to him. This wasn’t a conversation you had had together and he hadn’t gotten your consent or any hint that it’d be something you would want. Unless of course, he had been the reason you refused to wake up… Seokjin’s mind wanders with a desperate need within him to have the conversation then and there, knowingly unprepared if you’d admitted to it all. Wanting to be woken up that way. A dream, perhaps. They might have just forget the event altogether…
He begins following you around the room with pleas for a moment to talk, but you don’t turn back for a second until it is to do the exact opposite of handling him with care - dragging and pushing him into the bathroom.
Seokjin watches as you undress, doing the same and half hoping for a quickie, considering your eagerness. He almost felt his length begin to harden, but soon you’re pushing him once more, into the tepid shower with a loofah in hand. He tries to put his thought away for now, caring for your body in another way he felt so privileged to do. To maximize efficiency, you wash yourselves and one another before going about your routines at double the pace. Seokjin’s entirely dressed in minutes, save for his suit jacket, while you were still getting ready, wearing a lingerie set underneath a robe. Extra time for you, and extra time for him to admire you.
“Help me with my dress,” you command him, stepping into a dress he promptly zips up, but not before he drinks up the sight of you in brown silk and lace underneath. Stood behind you, he watches as you adorn yourself with jewelry but can’t stop his hand from snaking over your waist, softly cupping your breasts over the fabric of your dress. You don’t react save for a sharp inhale, continuing to adorn your look. You’re so stunning it almost brings him to his knees. He’d happily allow his body to get there, too, kneeling to tease you at the very least and at most, sneaking his head underneath your dress and pulling down your underwear - just for a taste. But instead, he nudges his head in the crook of your neck - softly kissing along the chain of your necklace. “Tell me, honey… were you dreaming of me? Is that why you didn’t want to wake up?”
You roll your eyes, playfully swatting Seokjin’s hand on your waist, his fake arrogance replaced with a wide smile in seconds. “We need to leave.”
“I made a promise,” Seokjin says, wearing his jacket. “While you were asleep. I made a promise.”
“Oh?” you question, spraying perfume on the two of you. The final touch.
“I said that if you were faking sleeping through your alarms, I wouldn’t eat you out tonight.”
The promise makes you stop in your tracks towards the front door, Seokjin getting there first with an intrigued expression on his face when he looks back. “Since you weren’t faking it, that means I have to do it. And since you slept through the many different ways I tried waking you up… I guess it seems I gotta get you to do something else.... gotta get you somewhere.... many different ways tonight…. Oh, and of course, you won't be faking it this time around as well.”
He’s unsure if the redness in your cheeks is heat flooding your system or makeup he simply hadn’t noticed a minute prior. As you make your way towards your fiancee, you see smugness only slightly present on his face, overshadowed by sincerity - that of a genuine promise. Your hands fiddle with Seokjin’s tie before resting on his chest.
“I didn’t realize dreams could manifest into reality that quickly.”
“I knew it,” Seokjin smiles, kissing your hand as his ears go red. The idea of you actually having a wet dream about him this long into your relationship… the fact that you’d dream of him and his body pleasuring yours, after only hours apart in sleep… it sent him into a frenzy.
“I mean, I know I’ll hear it tonight, but I kind of wish you’d been moaning my name in your sleep…”
“Well, you didn’t see my pajama shorts, did you?,” you whisper, flicking Seokjin’s nipple over his shirt. He winces but is quick to disregard the pain - his face flushed, and he suddenly doesn’t know what to do with his hands, trying to reach for your waist, thigh, or ass - you push him away.
“It was a very vivid dream, honey. Don’t you worry… I’ll tell you all the many different ways I want it. The ways you did it… And tomorrow, wake me up like it never ended.”
There it was.
“Can we stay in? We’re late already,” Seokjin whines. “We can get a head start. Morning to morning…” He feeling his knees buckling at the thought, slowly trying to pull you closer to him in persuasion. You don’t budge and open the door instead.
“You know we can’t…. Now’s your time to dream of me.”
The hunger within him only grew, already fantasising of the of the night to come. Now, he was in competition with himself and he’d make sure your reality is far better than anything you could dream of.
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holdinbacksecrets · 3 months
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Hi! Can you please write BTS version of the voicemails they will send hinting their feelings? Thank you 😊
thank you for requesting 🖤
voicemails from bts, hinting feelings
namjoon: “i was in a bookstore the other day and started to imagine a book you wrote being on the shelves someday. everything you do, down to the indentation of your steps, leaves behind a story. do you remember your birthday two years ago? you drank one glass too many, and it’s like the fiction unleashed. i recorded a voice memo, but i never played it for you. i want to.”
jin: “are you scared? this morning you sounded really scared on the phone. i’m sorry i didn’t say more or say enough. i was caught off guard because you’ve never showed me scared before, not like that. i’ve seen your apprehension. i’ve seen your insecure. i’ve seen your anxiety, but this was consuming fear. i’m making dinner, and i feel like you probably haven’t eaten today… if your anxiety gives anything away about your scared. come over when you’re off. i’ll greet you with a hug and bowl of soup. or two bowls. i have cheese and bread too. the good bread. the loaf you turned me on to.”
yoongi: “you used the notes app on my phone to write out your grocery list, and i’m amused. it sounds like you’re having a conversation with yourself: right now, i want rice crispies, but i’ll probably change my mind once i’m in the cereal aisle. trust your gut, or get two boxes. you’re 26. no one is stopping you. oh! get some apple juice too. i keep having dreams about twelve year old me at a friend’s house. we’d sit at the kitchen island after school with graham crackers and apple juice, and i miss her. i miss those simple conversations. you’re so pure and magnetic. sometimes i wonder where you came from, but then i’m just glad you made it here—tumbled into my life because you did tumble. you’ve always made the story sound too elegant. the tumble was charming, i promise.”
hoseok: “you’ve been sharing recipes with me, or i guess i should say the final product of your recipes has been shared with me, repeatedly, and now i’m starting to wait for the knock on my door or the ring of a text. is that bad? i wouldn’t want you to ever think i’m demanding treats, but i love… i love the time we spend together when you bring them over, and your eyes sparkle when my expression changes because of how good everything always tastes… i love that too.”
jimin: “did you say everything you needed to yesterday? i swear your lips parted and you leaned in so many times to never say anything. i know it was a busy place, and it’s not that fun sitting at a table for twelve. but i was ready to listen. i’ll be ready at 2 am too. whatever you need. there’s something to this, right? to the ease of our conversations. you trust me?”
taehyung: “do you want to sculpt clay with me? i bought a whole bag and a bunch of tools. i thought about booking a private lesson, but i wanted my record player and access to a kitchen and the ability to get my hands dirty whenever i want to—need it. do you need it too? if not, keep me company while i try to make something?”
jungkook: “can i pick you up today? this is going to sound ridiculous, but your smell used to linger in my car, and i can’t quite make out the notes of your perfume anymore. i can imagine them, but they don’t meet me when i open the door… i can’t leave this as a voicemail on your phone. can i leave this as a voicemail on your phone? i sound insane.”
bonus: “i’m calling to tell you i’m proud of you. sometimes when we were kids, i used to think our dreams wouldn’t make it higher than the trees. i thought they’d get caught in the leaves, die on branches come winter, but look at us. look at you. you’re incredible. we did it.”
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7ndipity · 11 months
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Dating Jin headcanons
Seokjin x Reader
Warnings: swearing, teeny bit suggestive
A/N: More headcanons because they're fun and I can't sleep🤷. Working on these lists is making me so soft for the members all over again, it's crazy. Anyway, hope you like them!
Masterlist
Requests are open
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Dating Jin is like dating your best friend.
Cause, I mean, you basically are.
He is a hopeless romantic, in every sense of the phrase.
A Classic Gentleman. Opens doors for you, holds your hand on the stairs, shows up for your first date in a suit with bouquet of flowers(even though your just going to the fair or smth)
So awkward when you first start dating, his ears probably stayed red for a solid three weeks.
Does that blushy, flustered laugh thing anytime you complement him. Like yeah, he knows he's Mr.WWH, but hearing it from you just hits different, man.
He admitted before to getting so lost in daydreaming about his future s/o that he's burned food, and I think that would still happen(hopefully to a less severe degree) now that he has you.
Like, you'll be talking about something and look over at him, and he just has that distant look in his eyes. And you're like "Hello?" And he just blurts out something like "We should get a cat." "What?!"
You've heard his dad jokes, now get ready for the cheesiest, cringiest pick-up lines ever.
"I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me & you together." "Please stop." "Are you from Paris? Because Eiffel for you." "That doesn't even make sense!"
His flirt game is actually pretty good tho, he's just so nonchalant about it, that it tends to catch you off guard.
You:*walks in room* Him: "Wow." You:"What?" Him:"I just forgot how gorgeous you were."
Likes taking you on fancy dates, but usually prefers cozier, lowkey dates with you.
Like, one day he'll take you to the nicest restaurant in town, the next, he's dragging your ass to some lake to go fishing.
Cooking dates that start out pretty cute and sweet, but become increasingly unhinged as time goes on(there's a korean youtube channel TryToEat, that I swear is what he would be like)
Calls you things like 'Jagi' and 'Honey', as well as more weird, Jin-esque names like 'Bubble'(he thinks it's cute, just go with it)
Couples outfits that range from matching sweatsuits to those t-shirts that say "if found, please return to Jin" & "I'm Jin".(He claims it's for safety reasons because what if he loses you at the mall or smth?)
Y'all pick on each other constantly.
"You look like a Pokémon." "Big talk for someone built like fucking Dorito."
Like, you've seen him with Jungkook, he's a menace. But now, he's your menace. (Imma pray for you)
But he's the only one allowed to pick on you. Anyone else who tries is in for the cussing out of a lifetime.
House Husband Vibes.
Takes pride in looking after you, whether that's taking care of you when you're sick, or just making dinner on a random Wednesday. It makes him feel needed.
Speaks as if you're already married.
"Think about the kids." "What kids?!" "The cats!" "We don't have cats yet!" "Aha, yet! So we are going have some eventually!"
Has the tendency to finish every conversation by giving you a lil smooch. (Doesn't matter if he was talking to you or someone else, you're getting kisses)
Needy
Literally hangs off of you whenever he's tired or wants attention.
Long, drawn out kisses where he backs you against the wall or counter that can make you forget about anything else other than him.
Likes to lay on you rather than with you. Like, you are his favorite pillow, and he will whine if you don't let him have his pillow time, cause he's a dramatic mf.
"AGH, Y/N-AH LOVES ME NOT! HOW WILL I GO ON?!
The other members don't call him the actual maknae for no reason, he's kinda baby.
You're one of the only people who get to see his more serious sides though, however brief their appearances may be.
Argues with you over the dumbest shit, but avoids actually fighting with you like a plague.
Overall, he's very sweet though and would do anything for you. Idk, he's just so, 💞ugh, yeah Imma go now.
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taeandpuppies · 4 months
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What your cameraroll looks like if you're dating Kim Seokjin
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vminizzle · 11 months
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Appreciation
Bangtan’s reactions to their s/o feeling insecure about having small breasts
genre : fluff, humour
warnings : feeling of insecurity ( that’s all I guess )
words count : 1.5k
A/N : hi hi lovely people, first of all I wanna apologize for not being able to update the upcoming works I was supposed to post since last week. I was late due to my exams. I was free and decided to post this. Since I wrote “show you - jjk”, I also wanted to make little drabbles for each members. I want to precise, that it’s just fiction. I bet they would react that way lmao.It’s not really mature content. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. I really hope you guys will like it :) love yourself and I love y’all. - sunny
FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED 🪴
❁ Namjoon || 0.2k
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You were scrolling on your phone mindlessly when you suddenly stopped, looking at a picture of a girl. Her photoshoot for a lingerie brand.
Her bra was hugging her plump breasts so well. She looked so gorgeous.
Namjoon was sat on the bed next to you, his computer on his lap working like usual.
He didn’t notice you palming your breasts, inspecting them.
You suddenly turned toward him catching his attention.
“Joon..” you started hesitantly.
“my breasts are small..Don’t you think so?” you looked away shyly playing with your fingers when he finally made eye contact.
“Not to sound ridiculous but like, they’re flat like a board. It’s like they are non-existent.. I’m sorry.” you complained getting a bit mad at yourself.
Namjoon closed his laptop, putting it on the nightstand.
He smiled at you softly as he took your hands in his gently.
“baby, let me tell you something.” he started, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb softly.
“I love your chest. They’re perfect the way they are. Stop being so disrespectful with your body. Your body is beautiful. Honestly, I found your breasts adorable, the skin is so soft and smooth… I just want to kiss them! Take your shirt off right now! ” he pulled on the hem of your shirt attacking you with little kisses on your cheek making you smiled widely.
❁ Jin || 0.2k
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You were casually sitting on the couch with your husband next to you.
You looked at him as he rested his head gently on your shoulder his eyes glued to the tv screen.
His head pulling a little on your oversized shirt, slid the cotton material down your shoulder slightly revealing a bit your cleavage.
You were about to fix it when your eyes travelled down to your breasts.
You stared at them for awhile, noting and appreciating the smooth skin, the shape but.. the size.
”babe ..” you called softly.
Jin hummed, eyes still glued on the screen waiting for you to continue.
“how do you find my chest?.. i mean my boobs. They honestly seem so small. Aren’t they?“ you sighed throwing your head back in frustration.
Jin looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed.
“do..do you like them? they..” you sighed not knowing what to say anymore.
Jin was surprised by your sudden questions as he sat up properly to look at you.
He turned you a bit to face him, looking into your eyes his hands caressing their ways up your arms slowly as he replied.
“are you for real right now? I love your breasts, they look so good in my hands, look!”
One of his hand cupped one of your boob, this one fitting perfectly into his grip.
“See! They’re perfect!”
❁ Yoongi || 0.2k
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You let your body fall onto the bed next to Yoongi. This one laying on his stomach scrolling on his phone.
You bought a new bra recently and let’s say it doesn’t fit decently.
The material didn’t even cup your breasts properly since they were too small for it.
No, correction : the bra was too large. Yes it was the bra that was too large.
You sighed running your fingertips on the pretty lacy material. The action didn’t go unnoticed to Yoongi as he glanced at you quickly.
You sighed again throwing your head back deep into the pillow, making him put his phone aside crawling next to you.
"what is it kitten?“ he caressed your stomach gently.
“my breasts too small.” you whined.
“the bra can’t cup them properly. My chest is so flat. I can’t even grab my own boobs the fuck.”
You groaned loudly as you played with his soft hair unconsciously.
“yea I know. When I try to grab them it’s kind of difficult but I’m used to it now. Don’t worry kitten, they’re pretty that way.” he kissed your tummy before grinning up at you.
“dickhead.” you slapped his head.
“yours.” he slapped your thigh back.
❁ Hoseok || 0.1k
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You were looking at yourself in the full lenght mirror in the bedroom, eyes glued on your chest, eyebrows furrowed, hands on your hips.
“why?” you whined loudly.
Hoseok entered the bedroom, walking to you, hugging you from behind.
“wow. Is that new?” he pointed to your bra, touching the strap.
“yes.” you pouted.
“woah, you look so cute baby.” he kissed your neck softly.
“babe.” you let your head fall back on his shoulder.
“hm tell me?” he hugged you tighter.
“my breasts are too small for the bra. Look at them.” you closed your eyes disappointed.
Hoseok looked down at your cleavage, his chin resting on your shoulder.
“cute.” he muttered before looking back at you in the mirror.
“They are like mine. We are matching” he said genuinely with a big smile, trying to comfort you.
He stood next to you, placing his hands flat on his own chest.
“look.” he lifted his face confidently.
“we’re made for each other.” he looked at you grinning making you laugh at his words.
❁ Jimin || 0.2k
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You and Jimin were sat on the bed, watching a movie peacefully on his laptop.
Your eyes kept on focusing on the girl in bikini, you could only noticed the way her breasts were bouncing everytime she was jumping in excitement.
You looked down, peeking inside your oversized shirt.
Jimin noticed you were distracted, not knowing what you were thinking about.
“baby?” he called softly.
He got no response.
“y/n?” he called again.
You finally looked at him cheeks burning as you started playing with the hem of your shirt.
“What is it? Is everything’s ok?” he asked a bit concerned.
“my breasts seem so… I don’t know, small?” you muttered feeling weird.
Jimin furrowed his eyebrows staring at you.
“I’m sorry, what?” he asked genuinely confused.
“my boobs.” you muttered again, gesturing to your chest.
He looked down still confused not knowing what to say or to do.
“they’re so small. I can’t .. it’s like I don’t even need a bra. They’re literally so useless i’m-”
Jimin shushed you stopping your blabbing, getting closer to you, a beautiful smile decorating his pretty plump lips.
“I wish I had your chest so stop complaining! I love your breasts!” he acted offended touching his own chest making you both laugh at his gesture.
“Listen, don’t. They are perfect the way they are. Please don’t think that way. They are the perfect size.” he smiled before leaving a sweet kiss on your lips.
“Don’t ever doubt about it anymore, you heard me?” he ordered gently making you nodded confidently.
❁ Taehyung || 0.2k
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You sat down on the carpeted floor discouraged. Just thinking about your colleagues gave you headache.
Today at work, they were all talking about the way their new blouses hugged their bodies perfectly. Their breasts were practically popping out of it.
Why were them talking about that? Simply because a stupid guy from your company complimented a stupid girl about her outfit.
It was completely ridiculous. Why would they talk like that? You felt like sh–
“Darling, I’m home.” you heard Taehyung walking into your bedroom.
He smiled as he walked to you.
“baby?” he kneeled down in front of you.
He froze as he observed you.
“what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asked tilting his head to the side, one hand grabbing yours.
“work… colleagues talked about boobs.” you muttered making Taehyung looked at you confused, his other hand caressing your head.
“They were talking about how their breasts looked so perfect into the new blouses our company gave us. Look at mine.” you got up from the floor standing before your husband.
“I look like a fucking ghost.” you sighed heavily.
Taehyung stood up taking you in his arms for a warm hug, hands stroking your back slowly.
“My breasts are so fucking small.” you hugged him back, feeling disappointed.
“first of all you’re beautiful in that new blouse of yours and.”
He backed away a little to look at you, fingers playing with the bottons of your blouse.
“let me touch them so I can check if they are small or not.” he pursed his lips making you rolled your eyes playfully.
“they’re perfect, you’re perfect.” he said smiling.
❁ Jungkook || 0.1k
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You and Jungkook were cuddling peacefully, enjoying each other’s company.
Pulling you closer to his warm body, he started leaving little kisses on the back of your neck before burying his head on your back again, his arms tightening around you.
You smiled looking at his arms wrapped around your middle. Your eyes drifted from his strong grip to your chest.
Being honest, you don’t look at your chest often so when you do, you really do.
One of your hand slid up to one of your breast, cupping it lightly.
“so .. small.” you sighed, a bit of disappointment dripping from your tongue.
“what did you say baby? I didn’t hear you.” Jungkook asked curiously peeking over your shoulder.
He noticed your hand on your breast and looked up at your flustered face.
“they are so small and .. you’ve never told me.” you said still not making eye contact with him.
He put his hand over yours gently.
“your chest is perfect the way it is.”
You shook your head not believing his words. 
“Tsk c’mon darling, let me show you how much I love your beautiful chest.” he said smiling softly before hovering over you.
[ u can read more of JK’s part HERE : Show you ]
A/N : which one was ur favorite? should I continue some parts? 🐚 love you guys, thank you so much for reading.
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eoieopda · 1 year
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hi lovely! for the 2k drabblepalooza, could I get Jin and friends to lovers? I just 🫡 ( i feel like he'd be perfect for it <33)
lmao, i went to pinterest before i started writing because that’s where i get the photos i use for fic headers. i am not exaggerating that i got sidetracked and spent ehhhhhh an entire hour just smiling fondly at my phone like a fool
the one with seokjin and the marathon
ft. childhood bestie seokjin, a critical analysis of rupaul’s drag race, and someone’s penchant for rapping while they rant.
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It’s baffling, really, how you can be presented with the same circumstances — over and over — for two (2) decades and still not learn your lesson.
If you know anything at all, it’s that you should know better. You don’t, though, because all time seems to have done is weather down the ridges of your brain until experiences like this one slide right off.
Coincidentally, that’s precisely what happens to your tumbler full of coffee, which you’d had precariously balanced on top of your stack of books as you unlock your apartment. More specifically, when you unlock your apartment and find a half-slumped body on your couch.
Underscored by an unjustifiably startled gasp, your travel mug hits the hardwood floor with a dull clang and rolls somewhere unseen. Your saucer-wide eyes lock onto the unexpected head of black hair resting back against the cushion behind it, even though — realistically — you should expect this by now.
You gave him a key years ago, after all.
“Seokjin, you scared me,” you whine, but all you get is an absent-minded wave in response.
He’s too focused on whatever it is he’s watching to turn away from the laptop perched on your coffee table. From where you stand, you can’t see the screen — or the subtitles that would make sense of all the English flooding your ears.
“How long have you been here?”
It’s a mumble, he’s transfixed, but you think you hear him say, “Episode two.”
After accepting that vague reply, you shrug; then set your new — to you, anyway — used books onto the nearby console table. A quiet jingle rings out as you sling your keys over their designated hook. Then, once your hands are free, you wriggle free of the corduroy jacket and crossbody bag that weigh you down at your doorstep. With those quickly tucked into your hallway closet, you kneel down to unzip your boots.
Despite your thick, wool socks, the floor in your apparently heatless apartment is freezing. You hiss without meaning to, creep on tiptoe through your kitchen as if the floor is lava — or, more accurately, a lake not quite frozen enough to be trustworthy. You don’t stop until you find your runaway tumbler in its hiding place near the dishwasher. Thankfully, the absurd price proved itself worthwhile; your scorching hot coffee is still trapped where it belongs.
Your chilled hands cling to that warmth as you hop towards the rug splayed out over the adjoining living room floor. In a flash, you skirt around the coffee table, take up your usual spot on the couch, and promptly do what you do best: shove your frozen feet under the thighs of one shockingly patient Kim Seokjin. Relieved in an instant, you let go of a satisfied sigh.
He doesn’t react beyond a tiny smile, still staring intently ahead with thoughtfully narrowed eyes glued to the screen ahead. Too cold to wait, you take a hearty swig from your mug and immediately regret it. Your poor taste buds may be withering, but it’s a sudden realization that nearly makes you spit molten coffee out onto Seokjin’s lap.
For the record, you don’t.
“You’re watching RuPaul’s Drag Race?” You cough while blinking rapidly through forming tears. Seokjin, as if in a trance, lifts his hand and pats your back firmly — twice — to wordlessly assist you through your mild choking fit.
Still shocked by this development, you persist, “Without me?” Your brain is thoroughly scrambled, so you amend, “Without me making you?”
You’d blathered on about this show in particular for years. Adored it, avoided making plans if they would conflict with new episodes. And all the while, you nudged Seokjin, asked him repeatedly if he was ever going to give in and join you. Every time, he said he’d add it to the list.
Seokjin and that goddamn non-existent list.
It drove you absolutely nuts that Seokjin rarely watched anything new. No matter how much you’d rave about something or how many other people would tell him he’d love it, he’d watch the same, short list of shows and movies on a rotating basis. You’d nearly dropped dead when he’d watched an Oscar-nominated movie in the same year it was released — but that was 2008 and it was a Batman film.
You still maintain that this deviation from pattern doesn’t count.
Maybe it’s not necessary for you to see the screen any better, but something in your frazzled little lizard brain tells you to scoot closer. You don’t fight it; you untuck your thawed feet from under his lap, drape your legs over his lap, and lean in to rest your head on his shoulder. Seokjin doesn’t react, and this time, you can’t attribute that fact to his fixation on the lip sync performance.
For once, you can’t even pretend to be surprised.
None of this closeness was out of the ordinary. If you were telling the truth, it would be unsettling if you’d ever hung out with Seokjin without one or both of you hanging on to the other. You hope the day never comes where you find out what that feels like. Though you’re certainly not a doctor, your best guess is that it’d be a very rare kind of phantom limb pain.
You don’t bother to unpack why you feel that way, though. You simply nestle into the same comfort you’d always relied on and join him in watching two men in wigs spinning and kicking to Willow Smith’s “Whip My Hair.” Neither of you says a word.
It’s not until the performance is over that you realize Seokjin’s arm had, at some point, shifted from his lap. Now, it’s draped over your shoulder; and you’re closer than you were before. When did that happen?
“You’re already on season five?”
You don’t know why you’re whispering. Is it because you don’t want to interrupt Roxxxy Andrews’ tearful monologue about being left at a bus stop as a toddler, or because his face is right there?
The latter.
It’s the latter and oh, god, his cheek looks so soft. Your last brain cell is screaming at you to place your lips there, so you bite down on them instead.
Seokjin laughs as he continues to watch the drama unfold, like the answer is obvious. “Told you I’d add it to the list. I have to study up if I want Friday nights back.”
Something about this statement makes your heart flutter. The confirmation that the list is real and not some urban legend? The fact that he misses your unspoken yet semi-standing plans to do whatever? You feel another weird compulsion — this time, to cry — but you ignore it.
Instead, you timidly ask another question. “Do you like it so far?”
Maybe you shouldn’t have asked because you can’t say your prepared for how he might answer. Nothing is more nerve-wracking than offering up something you love for review by someone you love. Of course, it’s disappointing if they don’t end up liking it, but it’s soul-crushing if they have no reaction — and Seokjin hasn’t reacted.
You chew on your bottom lip and brace yourself for the worst.
“Don’t think I’ll ever understand,” he sounds something akin to annoyed and your high hopes crash-land in the pit of your stomach.
Jesus.
It was a gamble, asking your heterosexual, male friend to watch an absurd reality show — in a language neither of you speak — that centers around drag queens and their outlandish personalities. You knew this and you’d hoped that the only real barrier to him enjoying it was language.
When he tears his eyes away to look at you for the first time, your heart and brain both stop on a dime. There’s a pensive crease between his eyebrows, making you swallow in anticipation.
“If you’re going to do a wig reveal, why would you do it in the middle of a verse?”
You didn’t hear a starting whistle, but that doesn’t stop Seokjin from sprinting through his rant.
“No, seriously! If you’re lip-synching for — your — life, —” After emphasizing those three words with gentle yet impassioned pats on your shins, he sucks in a breath and lets the rest of his words fly out like machine gun fire.
“— against Alyssa Edwards, of all people — why wouldn’t you time your stunt with the music? Am I wrong? There was no crescendo! Not even a beat drop, just this very casual — oh, let me shrug off this first wig like I just got home from —”
Seokjin doesn’t get to finish what he started. Before you can even think once about it, you cradle his flushed cheeks in your hands and kiss him, hard. In the process, you shut him and that needy voice in your head right up.
When your own shock wears off, you expect him to pull away. You expect you to pull away. Wrong on both counts — yet again — you melt into him as his right hand shifts. Now anchored at the back of your neck instead of doodling mindless shapes over your cardigan, he presses himself closer to you until you can feel his pulse racing against your rib cage.
Experimentally, your tongue laves over the plush bottom lip you’d been staring at in wonder for years. Seokjin surprises you once again by opening up, groaning quietly into your mouth as you breach that perimeter and card your fingers through his hair.
You’re ready to throw yourself all the way into his lap — straddle him if you have to, just to kiss him deeper — but he pulls back, panting. You try very hard to swallow a whine. You fail miserably.
He stares at you like your answer might stop the world from spinning: “Does this mean you agree with me?”
“Seokjinie,” you snort as your laughter forces you to go limp in his lap. Your forehead bumps against his; it doesn’t hurt, but there are tears in your eyes, nonetheless. You wheeze, “It’s iconic!”
His eyes widen so much that you can see flecks of previously undiscovered amber within the deep brown. “It could be more iconic,” Seokjin rebuts, absolutely incredulous, “Think about it. If she had just —”
Flabbergasted, you interject with feigned offense and a gasp, “— You can’t show up ten entire years late to the party and start critiquing —”
“— I’ll do whatever I want, thank you very much,” he huffs, though a playful smirk is forming and causing his lip to twitch. He looks so pleased when you stop arguing and purse your lips.
You take the bait. Tilting your head slightly to the side, you hum, “Oh? Is that so, Kim Seokjin?”
It’s answer enough when he kisses you again.
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starbandit · 6 months
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Heat Wave (K.S.J)
Requested- hi i was wondering if you could write any seokjin smut? um make it crazy if you want or don’t, i’m really bad at these sorry 😭
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Contains- oral (m&f!receiving) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
word count- 1.5k/unedited
You sighed as you walked into your bedroom from the hallway. A nice, cool, afternoon shower was all you had needed in the extreme heat. Your heart nearly stopped when you shut the door and noticed a figure lounging on your bed. “What the hell?” You gasped. 
“Well hello to you too,” Seokjin dropped his phone on the bed. “I used the key under the doormat to get in, you should probably pick a better hiding spot.” Your boyfriend stated. “You don’t want any weirdos coming in while you're in the shower.” 
“Like the one sitting on my bed right now?” You raised an eyebrow. 
He scoffed. “Exactly,” He scanned your body. You were still wrapped in the towel from your shower, holding it closed tightly with your hand. You watched as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, biting the supple flesh. “Can you… Can you drop the towel for me, baby?” He questioned softly. 
You smirked at him. “What’s in it for me, Jinnie?” 
“Hmm…” He rubbed his chin. “How about I give you the best orgasm of your life?” He asked. 
“Wow, setting some high expectations there, babe.” You teased. You let your hand fall off the towel and the fabric fell to the floor. Seokjin smiled at the sight of your naked body. He lightly scanned down, from your shoulders, to the way your breasts sat, over the soft curves of your tummy, the smooth, glistening skin of your legs. All his. 
“Eyes are up here, buddy.” You joked, crawling onto the bed to sit next to him. You sat back on your heels next to his hip, hand coming to rest on the fabric of his jeans. You lightly traced your fingers over his hips. You slowly leaned down, catching him in a steamy kiss. You lightly nipped at his lip before pulling away. 
“Sit on my face.” 
You nearly choked on your spit. “Excuse me?” 
He chuckled and reached a hand up, cupping your jaw. “You heard me.” He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip. “Sit on my face.” 
You hummed as he slipped his thumb into your mouth, running the pad of his finger over your tongue. You gently closed your lips around the finger and sucked before pulling off with a pop. “Lay down.” 
Seokjin let out an excited squeal and sunk down into the bed, leaving you enough space to straddle his head. “Hop on!” He reached over to grab your thigh. 
You giggled and prepared yourself. You scooted over and straddled his chest, looking down at him. “Are you sure about this?” You questioned softly. 
He rolled his eyes. “Are you asking me if I want my incredibly hot, sexy, girlfriend to sit on my face?” He reached up to grip your ass. “You better hop on and ride, baby.” His fingers kneaded at the soft flesh. 
You took a deep breath before scooting forward again, hovering over his face. Your hands reached up to grip the headboard as you lowered yourself onto his face, still leaving most of your body weight on your knees. 
Seokjin hummed against you, nuzzling his face into your heat. He started giving you gentle licks, gauging how you reacted to each of the motions of his tongue. You gasped as he sunk his tongue into you, licking all around. 
He continued for a few moments before pulling away with a deep breath. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He adjusted his body slightly. “Put your full weight on me.” He tugged at your hips. “Please, want you to sit on me.” 
“Seokjin, I’m gonna suffocate you.” You looked down at his face in between your legs. His lips and chin were shiny from you, cheeks tinged pink. 
“You won’t.” He insisted. “Please, I’ll pinch you if I can’t breathe.” 
You sighed and allowed him to pull you all the way down, fully resting your weight on his face. A loud moan left Seokjin's mouth. He began to eat you out more enthusiastically, small moans and grunts leaving his mouth. 
You bit your lip in an attempt to hide the moans you were letting out. You gently rocked your hips in an attempt to get a little more friction. Seokjin hummed at the movement and stuck his tongue out, allowing you to grind on him. You groaned and rocked forward, using his tongue to get the spots you needed him most. “S-shit.” You reached a hand down to pull on his hair. 
Seokjin dug his fingertips into your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer to his face. Loud pants left your mouth as you continued to use his tongue, pushing yourself closer to release. You began to lose your rhythm and sloppily rocked your hips over his mouth, trying to chase your orgasm. Your boyfriend noticed this and began to rock your hips for you. Shit, there was no way you would last much longer like this. 
The muscles in your legs tensed up and you squeezed Seokjin's head between your thighs as you released. He moaned against you, lapping up your wetness with long, lazy licks. You whimpered as you sat back, putting your weight on his chest. 
“Why’d you stop?” He questioned, face glistening with your release. 
“I need a second.” Your heart was racing in your ears. You took a few deep breaths as Seokjin rubbed your thighs. Goose bumps formed under the touch. “Fuck, where did that come from?” You questioned. 
He shrugged the best he could under your weight. “Been doing some reading online.” A smile formed on his face. “Thought I could try some stuff out.” 
You hummed. “Hmm… Wanna show me again?” You questioned. 
He nodded enthusiastically which made a giggle leave your mouth. “I also want to try something…” You shifted your body, flipping over so your face was over his crotch. You unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped them, pulling the fabric down enough to access the bulge in his underwear. 
You leaned down, taking his clothed cock into your mouth, gently running your tongue over the length. He let out a shaky breath under you. “Shit,” He whispered. 
You wiggled your hips in his face and let out a soft gasp as he grabbed your hips and buried his face back into your pussy, licking feverishly. You tugged his boxers down, releasing his cock from the cloth. He was rock hard, the tip was deep red and leaking precum. You stared for a moment, admiring him, before taking him into your mouth. The salty precum hit the back of your tongue and you hummed around him. 
Seokjin let out a moan against your pussy which only made you want to do more. You propped yourself up some more and wrapped your hand around the base, jerking him off in time with your mouth. The weight of his cock in your mouth was heavenly, something you would never get sick of. You continued to suck, creating slight pressure in your mouth. 
Seokjin was struggling to keep it together. He was panting against you but still attempting messy licks. His breath was hot against your cunt as you wiggled back a little, trying to get some more friction from him. He began to focus his attention on your clit, giving short, fast licks to the sensitive bud. 
You groaned around his cock once more, pulling off with a ‘pop’. You buried your face in his hip for a second, still slowly jerking him off as he continued his assault on your clit. “Fuck, Jinnie.” You whimpered. 
His cock dripped onto the lower part of his stomach. You whimpered at the sight and forced yourself back up, taking him back into your mouth. You swallowed him all the way down, not stopping until your nose was pressed against his balls. Seokjin let out a loud moan, hands coming down to grip your hair. You gagged slightly before taking a deep breath, letting your eyes water as you swallowed around him. 
A string of curse words left his mouth as his hips twitched up. “S-shit,” He let out a gasp. “Fuck, babe, I’m not gonna last.” He moaned against your pussy. 
You hummed a confirmation back to him and bobbed your head, focusing your tongue on the tip of his cock. Jin continued his ministrations on your clit, caressing it with his tongue in the most intoxicating way. You were both chasing after an orgasm, and boy were you getting close. 
Seokjin gave a harsh thrust up, pushing his cock to the back of your throat. You gagged around him, tears welling up in your eyes. He let out a whine as his cock twitched against your tongue and thick, salty ropes painted your throat and the back of your tongue. You hummed around him, swallowing down the release. You followed close behind, soaking his chin and the neckline of his t-shirt. 
You rode out your orgasm on his face, while his cock began to soften in your mouth. You pulled off, not before giving him a few final licks to ‘clean up’. You rolled off him, settling into the sheets to catch your breath. Seokjin reached down to gently caress your shin. 
A comfortable silence fell over the room. Seokjin continued to run his fingers over your shin as the two of you caught your breath. The heat was finally sinking in and the sweat was making both of you sticky. 
“Babe?” 
You hummed in response. 
“Why is your apartment so fucking hot?”
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singguks · 9 months
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rewind ✩ jin !
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jin x fem! reader fluff • 1,260 words
IN WHICH... childhood friends reunite in a serendipitous moment, sparking nostalgic memories, unspoken feelings, and the return of an irreplaceable bracelet.
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You sat on the bus on your way home after a long day of work, and you can’t help but look exhaustedly out of the window. The summer sun is still ablaze on the horizon, and your eyes feel droopy with the heat as you watch the familiar scenery pass you by. The vehicle starts to approach the next stop and as you lazily focus ahead, you catch a glimpse of a familiar figure standing there, waiting. 
Your heart skips a beat as memories flood back, like an old photograph album flipping through time. You lean your head further against the glass in order to confirm your suspicions. It was definitely Jin, the boy from your childhood who had been not only your best friend, confidant, but also the source of your first real crush. 
You still remember the soft brown hair that framed his gentle face, and the way his eyes would light up whenever you embarked on your adventures together. You were inseparable, exploring every nook and cranny of your small town, with the world seemingly open to your imagination. 
One cherished memory stood out, a smile quirking up on your face; the day Jin gave you a bracelet. It was a simple gift, a woven band with beads that held no monetary value but carried priceless sentimental weight. He had made it himself, you recall his boasting about it, pouring his heart and effort into creating something special for your unbreakable bond, he had said. And you wore that bracelet with pride, like a badge of honor, a constant reminder of his nourishing for you and your friendship.
But as the years went by, life began to unfold its complexities. You grew older, your paths started to diverge. Reminiscent regrets crept into your heart, knowing you had let out your friendship fade away, allowing it to become a mere wisp of what it once was. Life’s obligations, new friends, and different interests had consumed your attention, causing the distance between you to grow like an insurmountable chasm. But you had your part in it. You still remember that strike of unfounded jealousy as the new girl came to your last year of high school, how she grew close to Jin, and how in the end you gave him back the bracelet it was once so special to you in a tantrum he probably could never figure out. 
The memories were bittersweet. You recalled the times you had secretly admired Jin, noticing all the little things he did with you that seemed to set your heart aflutter. From sharing his ice cream on hot summer days, to biking you to the nearest town as you searched for that latest top you wanted so much, to staying up late under the stars, counting them one by one as if they held the secrets of the universe. 
You wonder if he had known about your old crush on him, if he had seen the blushes that you tried so hard to hide or the stolen glances you couldn’t resist. You wonder if he ever knew that the fateful fight you shared was due to you cowardly trying to sense if he felt the same for you. Maybe he did, but he never made it awkward or uncomfortable. He simply continued being your friend, loyal and supportive as ever… Until that ridiculous and one-sided fight. 
As the bus rolls to a stop, you watch Jin through the window, his figure now much clearer. Time had treated him kindly; he still had that warm, welcoming smile that could brighten even the darkest of days. That jovial semblance you knew would never change. You hesitate for a moment, contemplating whether to leave the confines of the bus and embrace the past standing before you. 
In a moment of courage, you rushedly get up before the doors can close, stepping off of the bus, heart pounding in your chest. His attention leaves the cell phone he has in hand, and for a brief moment, your eyes lock. The connection like an electric jolt, igniting long-lost feelings. You had your share of crushes, even boyfriends ever since, but somehow nothing felt like this. 
And then, to your relief and happy surprise, he smiles that same familiar smile, and the weight of the years seems to dissolve. 
“Hey stranger,” he greets you warmly, goofy as you always remembered him to be, as if you were simply picking up from where you left off. This was what he said every time he passed by your house and you walked together to school—his signature catchphrase. 
“Jin– Hi,” you reply, feeling a rush of emotions. 
You start chatting, and as you do, it feels as though time has rewound, and you were once again those carefree kids who explored the world together. You laughed and reminisced about your shared memories, each one a gem that you had almost forgotten. 
Then, to your awe, as you both recall the summer he broke his index finger and you spent it with him inside instead of enjoying the risky activities that came with the sun, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet excitedly. He fishes inside it a small, worn-out woven band with beads—the very same bracelet he had given you all those years ago. Inevitably, your eyes well up with tears as he hands it to you. 
“I thought if someday I were to give this back to you it would be in a toast, or at least an alumni gathering,” he jokes, “The bus stop wasn’t my first option… But hey, it’s simple. Like me,” his lips pinch cutely into a lopsided smile. 
You take the bracelet in hand, feeling its familiar texture, and the weight of its significance overwhelms you. It wasn’t just a bracelet after all; it was a symbol of enduring friendship and the unspoken bond that not even time and distance couldn’t erase. Or unjustified fights, and petty behaviors. 
In that moment, you realize that even if life had taken you both on separate paths, the essence of your connection remained unchanged. And as you stood there, sharing stories and laughter at a shabby bus stop, you knew that no matter where life led you next, Jin would always hold a special place in your heart. It transcended time. 
Perhaps your feelings had endured too.
Feeling brave, unlike the last time you held that bracelet in hands, you inhale before looking straight into his beady eyes, confessing, “You know… I had this big crush on you back in the day,” you chuckle. The maturity gained with the passing years allows you to relax and treat it lightly, even though your heart suffers a brief hiccup. 
He turns to you surprised, cheeks lightly colored, close to the hues that started to paint the summer evening sky. “You did? Well, now I feel like an idiot… I had a big crush on you too,” he confesses and now you are sure that your heart is discompassed. Scanning your confusion he starts rambling furiously, “What kind of guy goes biking with dead weight to another city just for the dead weight to see if she could find a top?! It wasn’t even to buy! Thank God you found it ‘cause you wouldn’t stop talking about it– But ya! I also had to pay for it because you forgot the money!” 
You couldn’t even laugh, instead, you glanced at him with the utmost adoration. Jin had always been the one. 
Sometimes you really can hit rewind on time.
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✩ taglist !
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yoongiofmine · 1 year
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Internal Conflicts | KSJ | Mini Series - Announcement
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Pair: Kim Seokjin x f!reader 
Summary: Kim Seokjin was everything any girl could want in school . Handsome, kind, popular. Many girls in your class had a crush on the man; including you. Being a few years older than you meant that after he graduated, you didn't think you would ever see him again. Fast forward to seven years later, the oldest clichê in the book: Your mother marries a man, the man has a son. That son was Kim Seokjin. 
And now, you're coming home for a family trip to a cabin in the woods, with a very much awakening crush on the man that is now one hundred percent off limits. A shared bathroom, a snow storm, a small town. What could go wrong?
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, step brother (not related, not raised together, not weird)
Warnings: This is the result of missing Seokjin. It was supposed to be a 6k smut-shot, but I’m me, so here we are. Namgi sideparing. Your mother is married to Jin’s dad, but you knew each other (and had a crush on each other) before they met. I swear it’s not weird, but he is your oppa. So: oppa kink, praise kink, smut in every part. Mini series, which means this will be split into three parts (roughly 10k each). 
WC: 34+k
Date of release: TBA.
Taglist: Open!
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soraviie · 1 year
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This one too... please 🙊💜
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strap ya selves I've had this idea in the back of my mind for a very looooong time so you've unleashed a flood (edit: or a creek more like)
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It was as if no time had passed at all. The way your parents dutifully doted on the boy, well, a man now, brought you uncannily back to eight years ago when he became the center of your home.
Yeah...yeah. You had been jealous. Imagine waking up one day to a strange boy wandering the halls of your home and then having to listen day after day -
"Make Seokjin feel welcome!"
"He's so alone, invite him along with you!"
"Don't abandon him, ______________. Imagine how you would feel like in his place!"
What about me, you had thought angrily, glaring at Seokjin at the other side of the kitchen corner. He'd met your gaze and flinched, trying to appear as small as possible underneath your explosive wrath. Does anyone care about what I feel?
But watching from the sidelines as he awkwardly pats your mother back, returning her heartwarming hug, you don't feel jealous. Well, just a bit, though entirely for different reasons.
You don't think you could ever hug him like that. Certainly not after all these years during which the frail bridge of latent friendship had undoubtedly rusted away.
It goes exactly as planned. Jin brings certain souvenirs and foods from Korea, even gifting a thank you card from his own parents, expressing gratitude about having such a nurturing host family. Your parents go nuclear, squealing and fussing. For two weeks now they both put their backs and hearts into making the celebratory dinner. The appetizing smell was wafting throughout the whole house and surely could be sensed down the street. They rush into kitchen to prepare which leaves you and Jin standing quietly in the entry hall.
"Hello," he greets you stiffly. "How have you been?"
You think back on the heartbreaks and laughter, desperation and joy, and boredom, years of growing up that seem to slip by ever faster each moment.
"Fine," you shrug. "You?"
He thinks for a second, plush lips growing thin.
"Okay. Bored. Was missing...this place."
You hum, taken aback a bit. You truly had not ventured that he liked to stay here at all; certainly you had not made it the easiest in the beginning. Recalling all the moments you locked him out of the bathroom or staunchly ignored him, made you cringe. Despite your numerous apologies and his assurances that it was okay, the guilt still gnawed at the ends of your soul.
"How is...Katie?" he asks gently and you laugh.
"You know I haven't spoken her since we threw her shit into the river."
He joins your smile, though quite more bashful, scratching at the back of his neck.
"Well, I left...so I think, I mean, thought, you'd...you know."
"What? Get back together with those skanks? Nah, never."
For all your faults, that at least was something you felt good about. Namely, crunching Katie McMillan's nose and tossing her school bag into the dirty river on the lower parts of the town. Once you found out it was actually her, your supposed good friend, who bullied Jin into depression, the choice between your friend group and Seokjin was easy. In, fact you wouldn't call it a choice at all. Afterwards, you could honestly say that you'd enjoy Seokjin's company. Being outcasts at school who lived together meant that in those nine months you were practically attached to the hip and, yes, perhaps you began to harbor some semblance of a pathetic crush towards him but the guilt and the shame never let up and to this day, you found it difficult to look at him.
Hence why the lack of hugging.
"I'm sor-"
"Don't say it," Jin interrupts. "Stop apologizing. It's fine."
You purse your lips but ultimately shut up.
You sit mutely by the table as your parents hound Jin for answers. From the way his flight was to who cut his hair - they want to know all and so do you, despite not voicing it. You sit and listen, eagerly catching the dealings of his life. He works at a private clinic, the same as his father had. He lives in Seoul and has seven close friends. He's an uncle now, he shows a picture of the little rascal and he's single. That last part he can barely stutter without his ears becoming beet root red meanwhile your mother tosses one of her annoying, pointed glances. All in all, he's leading a good life and you're glad.
Leaning back into the damp garden chair whilst the neighborhood sleeps, you're unwittingly forced to examine your life. Is it going good? You don't know. But how could you if you do not know where it should go or even where you want it to go?
A beer bottle floats in the line of your vision and raising your eyes, you find Jin standing on the patio, tightening a jacket around his broad shoulders. How could they possibly have gotten any wider?
"Stealing from Dad's stash again?" you inquire light-heartedly, accepting his quasi gift. One upon a time you got into quite the trouble for emptying the secret alcohol cupbord.
"For the sake of old times," he laughs, joining to sit by you.
"This is for you," he adds after a pregnant moment of silence, fishing from the depths of his jacket a small box. Your eyes widen at the sight of it and after wiping your hands into the pants, partially fearing you could destroy the gift with your oily grippers, you take it out of his hands. The bracelet is thin but shining, even in the muted light of the darkened back-garden where the only light was provided by the yellow street lamp hanging above the hedge. You're fairly sure it was made of diamonds. There is a sense of luxury about it that you've not seen in real life.
"I-I cannot accept this," you gasp, trying to push it back. "Why would you even-?!"
"Because I wanted to," he sternly cuts down your belligerent expression of humility, forcing you to keep onto the gift and struggle with decisions of how to best word the bottomless gratitude you felt.
"I see you're still a coconut head," you mumble, immediately regretting ever opening your mouth. Jin rolls his eyes, suppressing the smile tugging at his lips.
"You can never just say "thank you", can you?" he chuckles dryly, taking a sip of his beer.
"Yeah, I'm horrible."
"No, you're not," he argues softly. "I did loathe your ass in the beginning but...it was a difficult situation."
"Thanks, dude," you snort, twirling the box in your hands thus failing to spot the way his eyes worriedly linger on your form.
"But we got closer together and I...I began liking you."
You don't move and Jin can feel the shirt stick to his back - he's sweating that much.
"Like a girl."
You blink repeatedly, staring intently somewhere in the grass. The lack of reply goes on for so long, Jin has the time to drain his beer bottle to gather the courage that by now has been all but depleted.
"Like a...girl?" you echo, turning to slowly face him. "Like as in...like like?"
"Yeah."
You swallow. That pathetic crush of yours is rearing its head with the conviction of a tornado.
"When I said I miss this place," he drawls off shyly, ears turning undoubtedly red. "What I actually meant is that I really, really missed you."
You listen to the soft sway of the wind, thoughts empty, mind empty.
"Thank you."
Jin drops onto his back, laughing.
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bonobonoyaatheart · 9 months
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Soup and Lullaby - Kim Seokjin
Summary: You are hungry and can't sleep. But your boyfriend is there to help you, in his sweet way.
Genre: Fluff
Pairing : Idol Seokjin x gn Reader
Word count: 543
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As the night wore on and the hunger gnawed at your stomach, you found yourself unable to sleep. Restlessness consumed you, causing you to toss and turn in bed, the covers tangling around your limbs. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for waking Seokjin from his peaceful slumber.
Feeling the weight of your guilt, you turned to face Seokjin, gently nudging him awake. His eyes fluttered open, blinking away the sleep, and a concerned smile graced his lips. "What's wrong, my love?" he asked, his voice filled with warmth.
You sighed, a mix of frustration and hunger evident in your voice. "I can't sleep, Jin. I'm so hungry, and it's keeping me awake," you confessed, your stomach grumbling in agreement.
Seokjin's eyes widened in realization, and he sat up, fully awake now. "Oh no, I can't have my love hungry and sleepless," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "Wait here, I have an idea."
With that, Seokjin slipped out of bed and disappeared into the kitchen. The sound of pots and pans clinking reached your ears, followed by the comforting aroma of simmering soup. Moments later, he returned, a tray in his hands, bearing a steaming bowl of warm soup and a gentle smile.
"Ta-da! Homemade soup, made with love," Seokjin announced, placing the tray on the bedside table. "I know it's not a grand feast, but I hope it will fill your tummy and bring you comfort."
You couldn't help but feel your heart melt at his thoughtfulness. "Jin, you didn't have to do this. Thank you," you said, your voice filled with gratitude.
Seokjin climbed back into bed, propping up pillows to create a comfortable nest. He handed you the spoon and encouraged you to eat, watching attentively as you savored each spoonful. The warmth of the soup spread through your body, easing both your hunger and your restlessness.
As you finished the last bite, Seokjin gently took the empty bowl from your hands, setting it aside. He turned to face you, his eyes softening with affection. "Now, my love, it's time for you to rest," he said, his voice laced with tenderness.
He pulled you into his embrace, the warmth of his body soothing your weary soul. You nestled against him, finding solace in his presence. With a gentle stroke of his hand against your hair, he began to sing. Being a singer made his comfort singing even sweeter. His voice was a lullaby that washed over you like a soft melody.
The worries and restlessness melted away as the familiar words of the lullaby enveloped you. Seokjin's voice, soft and gentle, filled the room, creating a cocoon of tranquility. With each word, you felt yourself drifting, your eyes growing heavy with sleep.
In Seokjin's embrace, you found peace. The rhythm of his heartbeat matched the melody of his lullaby, lulling you into a deep and peaceful slumber. The worries of the night faded away, replaced by dreams filled with love and warmth.
And as you slept soundly, Seokjin remained by your side, watching over you with a tender smile. In that moment, the world seemed to disappear, and all that mattered was the sweet serenity of your shared love.
A/N: Reblog and share if you like, and let me know what you think about this!
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jinkookspencil · 1 month
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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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7ndipity · 6 months
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Dating headcannons pt.2
Seokjin x Reader
Warnings: swearing, suggestive, mentions of illness, not proofread
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! These made me soo soft I miss him so much😭
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Tries to claim that anything can be romantic. Like you could be sick in bed and he’d still be trying to make it a vibe.
“Will you just let me eat my soup in peace?” “What if I feed it to you?” “Get the fuck away from my face!”
Actually does a pretty good job of making things romantic though.
He’ll catch you off guard by pulling you in for lil slow dances on empty isles during late night grocery trips.
Or just sudden moments of sincerity when he just wants to make sure you know how much you mean to him, bc he knows most softer moments with him tend to be full of lil jokes or teasing remarks. “You know you’re like my everything, right?”
The most random texts at all hours of the day.
“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” “Jin, it’s 2am.” “So? Answer quickly and then you can go to bed.”
His phone homescreen is a zoomed in pic of you, and he refuses to change it even if you hate it.
Loves finding hobbies for the two of you to do as a couple(Matching tennis outfits, just saying)
Play fights/wrestles with you a lot and will not give up till he has you pinned beneath him(who's actually winning here?)
As much as he teases you on a daily basis, he’s the exact opposite when it comes to intimacy. Does not stop until you’re an absolute mess.
He’s the softest though and never actually wants to be too rough when it comes to you. Handles you like you’re made of glass.
If you ever get hurt or sick tho, he turns into a complete mess. Basically becomes your live-in medical aid.
(would actually sing you to sleep if you ask him to)
Gives quite possibly the most healing and comforting hugs in the world(like, I feel like a hug from him would help so many problems)
Idk, he's just the best🥺 I miss him.
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btsmosphere · 10 months
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OOOO this is such a unique idea i dont think i v seen an ask game like this. big brain ru 🙇🏻‍♀️💫❤️
as for the no. 14 please!😚💕
14: Wrong place wrong time mafia au
pairing: jin, jungkook, reader ???? some combo of the above genre: mafia au, angst?, humour?, strangers to ? word count: 1180 rating: pg15 warnings: violence, threat, assault with a knife
a/n: when I first checked number 14 and saw this.. I thought 'wow, way to be vague, past me. wtf do i do here' - but in the end I had an absolute field day writing this. the longest one of the game yet! hence it also took up a bit more time than the previous ones💜thank you for playing my dear diti and I hope you enjoy your drabble😘x
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This place was always quiet. Tonight especially so, even the server had yet to show themself.
For you, that was no problem. It was why you picked this restaurant, needing somewhere you could count on to be left alone after the day you’d had. Or the week. Or-
Well, safe to say, you were drained. College had been running you to the ground, all while your work was trying to load you up with more shifts as more of your coworkers left. You were one of the few not in a position to up and go, needing the cash.
Another perk of this place were the prices. Really, you didn’t know why it wasn’t busier. Good food that didn’t leave your bank account in mourning? Sure, it was a bit out of the way but you had never seen it full.
Equally, it wasn’t often that it was completely deserted. Today, you were counting your blessings for that.
Until a tinkle of the bell announced another customer. It was just the one, though, as a surreptitious glance over your shoulder told you. The new arrival seemed just as eager to mind their own business, sliding into a table far from yours and slumping backwards with a scowl.
Before he could catch your eye with that deadly look, you turned back to your own table. You weren’t blind to his attractiveness, but you were undeterred in your quest to ignore him nonetheless.
To your relief, movement finally made itself known at the counter.
Slipping from your seat, you made your way to order before the server decided to disappear again. You already knew your favourite dish here, the combination of sauce and toppings not one you had found anywhere else, so that made it easy for you.
Despite there being one more customer waiting, the server jotted down your order and swiftly left.
Shrugging, you turned to sit back down. It wasn’t your problem if the new guy had to wait. Your food was your priority.
As you stepped towards your table, the other man rose from the corner. Keeping your eyes averted from him, you headed to wait.
It seemed he had other plans.
The moment he drew level with you, he diverted without warning. No sooner could you blink than his hand was around your neck, shoving you backwards into a table. The impact was noisy, pain blooming in your lower back as the wooden legs screeched on the floor.
Gasping, your eyes found the man’s for the first time. Hard and steely, they froze you in place, helplessly trying to balance yourself against the poor table.
Gulping, you desperately willed your heartrate to calm. The man’s heavy brows were drawn together and his frown only deepened. Still gripping your collar tightly, he slowly raised his other hand, making you hiss in a breath and struggle to get away once more, fear hijacking your body.
This guy had a knife.
Were you really about to be stabbed? Way to top off the day you were having. Maybe he just wanted your wallet. You did have food to pay for, but your life seemed a bit more valuable in that moment.
Your efforts to shake him off were futile, and you grew limp as he poised the knife cooly in front of your chest.
With trepidation, you raised your eyes to his once more, preparing yourself to give in to whatever he asked so you could get out of this alive and back to your damn dinner.
Your confusion only escalated at his words.
“Weapons out. Now,” he hissed, “put them on the table.”
Clearly you stared back at him, stunned, for too long, because he jabbed the knife closer, pressing against the front of your shirt.
“Clearly you’re the one with the weapons here,” you retorted. Oops.
Watching the fury on the man’s face blaze to life, you gulped. You really were about to meet the end of a knife.
He opened his mouth, but another sound came first.
The door opening.
You let out a breath; another customer might just force your attacker to give up. But you tried not to feel too relieved just yet.
Whoever it was seemed to take a while making up their mind. Maybe the scene they were met with frightened them and the moment they unfroze they would bolt. But, after a very long few seconds, slow footsteps moved towards the pair of you.
Far from deterred, the man with the knife yanked harder on your collar. You stumbled once more against the table. Breath quickening, you diverted your gaze downwards and saw a smart pair of shoes stop close behind your assaulter.
“Let them go, Jin.”
The new voice sounded bored, but the reaction was instant. At last, the hold on your neck weakened, allowing you to slump backwards onto the table. Your mugger whipped around.
“…Jungkook?”
Staring at the scene in shock, you caught a glimpse of your saviour. Or was he? He may have distracted your attacker, but he seemed to know the man. Jin, he said?
The new man, Jungkook, was also in a suit, and clasped his hands easily in front of him. His mouth quirked into a smile, eyes flickering behind Jin to look at you. He seemed all too amused, a youthful spark captured in his eyes and sublte dimple in his cheek.
“I see you’ve made a start without me,” he observed.
“They’re… they’re not one of yours?”
Jin glanced towards you, and for the first time you didn’t find him intimidating. Gone was that hard frown, and instead he gaped not unlike a fish. Still, you held down your smile, not willing to push your luck.
Jungkook smiled blithely, saying nothing. One eyebrow raising, Jin turned back to Jungkook.
“But they… they ordered it. That dish…”
Jungkook shrugged.
“No one orders that,” Jin continued.
If you didn’t already know he was armed, you might have voiced your offence at that. He had jumped you, a complete stranger, and now he was judging your choice of dinner?
“Good to know that your intention was to cut straight to the chase,” Jungkook finally spoke up, brushing aside Jin’s line of questions, “and here I thought we had agreed to a peaceful meeting.”
“You- You set me up!” Jin exclaimed, “They’re a decoy!”
Suddenly, he had turned back to you again, and that anger had returned. The knife hadn’t gone anywhere either.
Jumping up, you hurriedly darted out of his reach, but Jungkook’s reflexes had you beat. His hand closed swiftly around Jin’s wrist, halting the knife in its course. The two men exchanged a heated stare, until Jin huffed and the knife clattered to the ground.
Heart still thunking against your ribcage, you glanced hopefully back out at the door. However, having moved closer when stopping Jin, Jungkook now stood in your way. He turned his attention to you.
“Sit down,” he smiled, gesturing with his free hand to the table you had just been attacked against. “Wouldn’t want to miss your dinner.”
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more-than-fluff · 11 days
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If anyone would like to request something I'm open to ideas! I'd like to get this page up and running again! Anything BTS!
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seokjins-luigi · 1 year
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simple thing | part one | ksj
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・pairing: ex! seokjin x ex!afab!reader ・genre: exes to ? | angst | smut | marriage AU! | actor jin | non idol AU ・+18
・summary: seven years ago, you left seokjin to pursue your dreams abroad. you promised to come back to him, but your pride prevented you from doing so. now, he resents you and all you have left is regret.
・release date: jan 8 - 6 pm (GMT-3)
・A/N: there it is :) i'm really excited to tell this story! as always, you feedback is highly appreciated!
・word count: 6.081
・banner: made by the amazing @gfxstdio
・permanent taglist: @goldenhoney-cas @yuugehn
・series taglist: @bri-mal @firesighgirl
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“Oh, ______, imagine when it’s your turn”, you heard the dreamy tone in your best friend’s voice and almost laughed.
“I think you should open yourself up to the possibility of never being my maid of honor, because it’s extremely unlikely that I’ll ever get married”, you answered as you stared at your own reflection in the mirror, pleased with the adjustments made on your gown for the upcoming event. “Deep down, you know that”.
“Well, it’s not like you have no options, bitch. You just don’t allow anyone in your life ever since you came back”, Haewon counters, her voice coming from behind you, but you know her eyes are also on your gown. “Aw, you look so beautiful in it, _____. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but-”.
Her voice cracks and you turn around only to find your best friend with her face buried in her hands, obviously breaking the promise she’d made to herself. You understand where this is coming from and can’t help yourself when you feel your own eyes welling up as you wrap your mind around what’s really happening here. 
Haewon is finally getting married to the love of her life. You already knew that, of course, but seeing yourself in the dress you’d wear on your best friend’s wedding, a day the two of you had dreamed about for so long, with all the adjustments and fittings done filled your heart with so much love, so much selfless happiness. 
“You’re such a fucking softie! Come here…” You manage to say with an unstable voice, as you wrapped your arms around your lifelong best friend. “I’m so happy for you, Haewon-ah!”
“Ugh, I’m so fucking happy I can’t even put into words. But I’m also so nervous at the same time”, she sniffs, wiping the tears away from her eyes delicately so she wouldn’t smudge her mascara. “Like, intrusive thoughts keep getting in the way, what if Yoongi simply says ‘no’?”
“Ha! As if!” You let out a sincere laugh, smiling softly at her as you continue. “This is the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard you say”.
“Aren’t you gonna reassure me saying that Yoongi loves me more than anything or something?” She asks in a wobbly voice. 
Which is funny, because in front of you stands one of the most confident women you know. You guess being a bride does mess with your brain.
“Do I really have to?”
“Not really”, she answers shyly, as if coming to the most obvious conclusion ever. She continues, trying to get off this specific subject. “And you… Especially in this dress, will definitely get yourself a hookup and live the drama of your dreams at your best friend’s wedding, have you thought of that? I think Kitae is single, by the way”.
“My god… You were crying two seconds ago thinking about the possibility of Yoongi leaving you, now you’re telling me about Hwang Kitae’s love life status… What happens inside this brain of yours, Haewon-ah?!” You poke her head playfully with your pointer finger. “Can’t I just look forward to enjoying the party or something? I can get a hookup any other time of the year”, you reply, automatically rolling your eyes at her.
She bursts out laughing, knowing very well it would annoy the shit out of you. She simply doesn’t understand that you have priorities in life and getting laid was not number one on that list. Not that you don’t want to get laid or flirt with hot guys, of course you do. But you have so many responsibilities at the university, not only are you a new professor, but as the Department Chair of the Paleontological faculty of one the top universities in Seoul. You’ve been invited back to your country to take up the position and you couldn’t be more honored with the invitation, you didn't even second guess your choice to leave the lab you had been working in China. The endless hours you’ve spent in libraries studying your ass off, at the lab or out at fieldwork were worth it and you finally got the job of your dreams.
Since you returned to South Korea relatively recently, it’s harder to get your social life back on track. And it’s not like the piles of paperwork you need to do every week will just work themselves, so you don’t have much time to spend flirting. 
And it’s fine, you love what you do.
“Well… You know he’s gonna be there”, Haewon suggests with a suspicious wiggle of her eyebrows. 
“Yeah, I know, Haewon-ah!” You stare at her for one second, then continue, a little too short on your patience than you’d care to admit. “Can’t you just leave my love life alone for a holy second?” 
“I’m just saying, love. Don’t be mad at me”, she raises her hands, in sign of peace and you sigh. “I just feel like it’s good to emphasize that you’ll be seeing Seokjin in a couple of days. It can get awkward or uncomfortable, or make you feel bad, I just want you to prepare yourself mentally to go through it with beauty and grace, at least”.
Kim Seokjin is a touchy subject for you. A touchy subject you preferred to avoid for the past two years of your life, but, unfortunately, you wouldn’t be able to postpone this for much longer. 
The mere image of Seokjin on your brain was enough to stir your insides up. Thinking about seeing him again makes you want to run away from Korea once more, leaving everything behind, just like you did 7 years ago. If it wasn’t Haewon’s wedding, you might as well have just done that. 
But some things are better dealt with when faced with spontaneity and this is the plan you mean to follow when facing him after 7 years apart. The plan is: you will see. 
“Yeah, I know”, you turn your gaze towards the mirror once again, taking in how good you look in the gown. At least, when you meet him again, you’ll look gorgeous. “It’ll be fine. Care to help me with this zipper?”  
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Something you couldn’t mention to Haewon was the fact that being a maid of honor was stressful as hell, but you could vent out about it to Hoseok, your other best friend. You did that pretty frequently, you might add. 
That’s what friends are for, right?
“I swear to god, Hoseok!” Laying on your bed, you avow in a dramatic, but honest tone. “Chaewon is gonna try to start some drama on the wedding day, I know that devil pretty well. And honestly, I don’t know what to do to prevent it”.
“Can’t we just uninvite her?” He asks, laughing on the other end. 
“I’d love to, but Haewon wants to give her a chance”, you stare calmly at your ceiling as you speak to your friend. “Yoongi told me that I shouldn’t allow her to give a speech, quoting: ‘under no circumstances’”, you try to make an impression of his raspy, low voice. “I wouldn’t let her touch the mic anyways, but having the groom to back me up makes everything easier”. 
“Yah, _____, you shouldn’t worry so much! We’re all gonna be there to help you manage that dragon”, he answers you, giggling softly after calling the bride’s half sister a dragon. “And about that, when I say “we’re all gonna be there”, I mean, all of us. Including Seokj-”
“I know that, Hoseok”, you cut him short. “You guys really don’t have to bring him up every time we speak to each other, ok?”
“Ok… Sorry”, he replies tonelessly. “I just felt like I could point it out, since we’re all staying at the same hotel. But, anyways, go get some sleep, it’s pretty late”.
That’s the best thing about being best friends with an Aquarius sun, they will respect your boundaries no matter how wrong they think you are. You know he, just like Haewon, thinks you should face the problem, but he knows you are a grown ass woman and he just doesn’t even try to press the matter. He just leaves you be. 
You check the time on your phone and he’s right. It’s 12:12 am and, unfortunately, your work at the university has turned you into an early riser. 
“You too, Seok Seok, make sure to get some rest after lending your ear to my stressed self. Good night”, trying to soften your voice, feeling a faint pang of guilt on your chest for being rude to him.
“Night, sweetums”.
You hang up and throw your phone somewhere on your bed, rolling away from it to try to clear your mind. Could Haewon and Hoseok be right about Seokjin? 
Like, do you need to prepare yourself before meeting him again after so long? But then again, how could you even begin to prepare yourself for something like that?
It wasn’t like you didn’t have to see his face every so often on your tv. You did. In fact, he’s the reason you haven’t kept up with the drama releases in the past few years, since he’s been the lead on so many. Yes, you know you’re the one who left, but it didn’t mean you left because you had no feelings for him, you were just scared. You’re human, after all, you’re allowed to regret. 
But life finds a way and so do you. You fall asleep not long after reaching that conclusion, but tonight, you couldn’t avoid seeing Seokjin in your dreams.
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Something you couldn’t mention to Haewon was the fact that being a maid of honor was stressful as hell, but you could vent out about it to Hoseok, your other best friend. You did that pretty frequently, you might add. 
That’s what friends are for, right?
“I swear to god, Hoseok!” Laying on your bed, you avow in a dramatic, but honest tone. “Chaewon is gonna try to start some drama on the wedding day, I know that devil pretty well. And honestly, I don’t know what to do to prevent it”.
“Can’t we just uninvite her?” He asks, laughing on the other end. 
“I’d love to, but Haewon wants to give her a chance”, you stare calmly at your ceiling as you speak to your friend. “Yoongi told me that I shouldn’t allow her to give a speech, quoting: ‘under no circumstances’”, you try to make an impression of his raspy, low voice. “I wouldn’t let her touch the mic anyways, but having the groom to back me up makes everything easier”. 
“Yah, _____, you shouldn’t worry so much! We’re all gonna be there to help you manage that dragon”, he answers you, giggling softly after calling the bride’s half sister a dragon. “And about that, when I say “we’re all gonna be there”, I mean, all of us. Including Seokj-”
“I know that, Hoseok”, you cut him short. “You guys really don’t have to bring him up every time we speak to each other, ok?”
“Ok… Sorry”, he replies tonelessly. “I just felt like I could point it out, since we’re all staying at the same hotel. But, anyways, go get some sleep, it’s pretty late”.
That’s the best thing about being best friends with an Aquarius sun, they will respect your boundaries no matter how wrong they think you are. You know he, just like Haewon, thinks you should face the problem, but he knows you are a grown ass woman and he just doesn’t even try to press the matter. He just leaves you be. 
You check the time on your phone and he’s right. It’s 12:12 am and, unfortunately, your work at the university has turned you into an early riser. 
“You too, Seok Seok, make sure to get some rest after lending your ear to my stressed self. Good night”, trying to soften your voice, feeling a faint pang of guilt on your chest for being rude to him.
“Night, sweetums”.
You hang up and throw your phone somewhere on your bed, rolling away from it to try to clear your mind. Could Haewon and Hoseok be right about Seokjin? 
Like, do you need to prepare yourself before meeting him again after so long? But then again, how could you even begin to prepare yourself for something like that?
It wasn’t like you didn’t have to see his face every so often on your tv. You did. In fact, he’s the reason you haven’t kept up with the drama releases in the past few years, since he’s been the lead on so many. Yes, you know you’re the one who left, but it didn’t mean you left because you had no feelings for him, you were just scared. You’re human, after all, you’re allowed to regret. 
But life finds a way and so do you. You fall asleep not long after reaching that conclusion, but tonight, you couldn’t avoid seeing Seokjin in your dreams. 
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As the day of the big event approached, you started packing slowly, since you hated packing for trips. You were in no position to complain, since Yoongi basically rented the whole hotel for the wedding guests. Like, it’s not a mediocre kind of hotel, it’s one of the best hotels in Daegu. He insisted on hosting the wedding in his home city and Haewon didn’t oppose to it, since she is from the capital and they live there already. 
Hoseok went to Daegu before you, by plane. You preferred to take a car trip, since it wasn’t such a long journey from Seoul to Daegu. You do love driving, so it’s a good chance to take some time and do something you love for a change. Plus, you think it’s good to have your own car with you while you’re there, because if you need to rush with any last minute details for the wedding, you wouldn’t have to depend on anything other than yourself.
When you remember your best friend is about to marry one of the most famous rappers from Korea, you always smile. Like, everything turned out the way it was supposed to be. She was a big lawyer, he was a big artist. Hoseok, also known as J-Hope was the one who introduced them, since Yoongi and him were under the same label. You were away for years, doing what you have always dreamed to do.Namjoon, a friend you don’t get to see as often, because he’s always super busy, became a very relevant art curator known worldwide for his work. Seokjin became Korea's favorite heartthrob. 
Things changed a lot since you were all young and in high school making all those plans. It took you a few hours, but with these thoughts keeping you company, the car trip to Yoongi’s hometown went flying.  
The hotel your friend’s fiance booked for his guests couldn’t be more opulent, you were in awe the moment you first laid your eyes on its front. Tall gray walls rose against the Daegu sky, with several glossy windows reflecting the city lights. On the top floor, you can see a gigantic swimming pool that would be delightfully pleasant for you on these hot summer days. 
After parking your car in the hotel facilities, you checked yourself in and rushed to your room. Laying in your bed’s comfortable white sheets, ordering something nice from the hotel’s restaurant and having the night to relax. You were very happy to find out you could access your Netflix account while there, so you chose a random romantic comedy movie to chill while you ate. 
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“Don’t you have any other friends, Haewon-ah? Why does it have to be me?” You uttered loudly, lowering your face in the direction of the sink, where your phone rested against the counter while you washed your face, still a bit slow due to the early hours.
“Will it kill you, _____?” You hear Haewon’s voice coming as loud as yours from the speaker of your phone.
“Yeah, probably!” You affirmed and gestured as if she could see you. “Ugh, doesn’t Yoongi have any friends to ask for stuff? What’s the point of being famous if you can’t ask favors from important people?”
“If you think about it, you’re kind of important too… You’re the most relevant paleontologist in South Korea right now”, you can see in your mind’s eye the expression on her face as she strokes your ego with this particular comment.
You’re not usually a very narcissistic person, but when it comes to your professional life… You kind of are. Haewon knows that and she, sometimes, uses that in her own favor. 
“Yeah, well, long story short is: I don't want to!” You stare at your reflection for a second in order to help you think about something else to say. “Can’t Chanyeol go?”
“No, he can’t”, she answers dryly. “Don’t be a fucking child, _____. I know you have nothing important to do today and I’m asking you for a favor”.
She is right, you have nothing to do this afternoon. You wanted to chill some more by the pool, but you know she will just laugh at you if you say that. You have no other excuses to give her, there’s apparently no way out of this.
“Can't this guy just call an Uber or something?” You try for the last time.
“_____, he’s stopped the shootings of his next movie in freaking Japan to come to my wedding, I can’t just leave him and greet him like any other guest” Yeah, she has a point. You don’t really show it, but you agree with her. Seokjin has always been a considerate friend, damn him for that. “And you two are gonna have to talk to each other in a few hours anyways, can’t you try to make it a little less uncomfortable? We’re all staying at the same fucking hotel. I think if you two meet alone before the rehearsal dinner, it will be easier to deal with each other’s presence. You’re my maid of honor, _____”.
You knew since day one that, as a maid of honor, you’d have many obligations in your friend’s wedding and when you accepted to be Haewon’s maid of honor, you were counting on being bothered with all sorts of requests from her. Even your assistant, Jeon Jungkook, helped every once in a while when you were too busy at the university.  But honestly? The only thing you didn't see coming was having to pick Kim Seokjin up at the airport. All by yourself. 
Apparently god, the gods or whoever runs the skies or whatever has a very controversial sense of humor. And this thing enjoyed putting you in all sorts of embarrassing situations. Because, come on, having to pick up your ex-boyfriend of years, who you broke up with to go study abroad and who also happened to be very hurt by the breakup at the time, at the fucking international airport was a fucking joke. If you saw it coming, you’d have joined Hoseok on the airplane. 
Sighing in defeat, you finally ask your best friend.
“What time do I fucking have to be there?”
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You drove to the airport with The Seeds of Love blasting through the sound system of your car, singing along to each and every single one of the songs, in a desperate attempt to calm yourself the fuck down. It worked to a certain degree, but you were still feeling the annoying, but familiar sensation inside of you. 
When you parked the car in the airport’s parking lot, you had to fight the urge to vomit and to run away at the same time. You know that seeing Seokjin for the first time in years will definitely mess with you in ways you didn’t even want to imagine. 
You don’t particularly enjoy this sensation, to feel extremely lost into someone, but also utterly vulnerable. That’s why you didn’t keep your word. That’s why you didn’t look for him when you came back. Being with him always made you feel like there’s no one else in the world, apart from him. It was a sensation like no other, loving someone with your whole heart and soul, but the vulnerability that necessarily comes with it doesn’t really sit well with you. It doesn’t even suit you anymore. 
Also, deep down, you knew he had already moved on and it was incredibly naive of you to think a man like Seokjin would be single for long. To make matters worse, he is an actor, for god’s sake. He would never wait for you, when he has the chance to be with people who are completely out of your league, but totally into his league. 
That’s why the best option for you was just to move on with your own ordinary, academic life. Find someone nice and as ordinary as you, Seokjin and you don't belong in the same world anymore and that’s fine. That’s how life works. Things aren’t unchangeable and so aren’t people. 
With your mind racing, you tried the breathing exercise your psychologist taught before leaving the car, but the magic didn’t work this time around. You couldn’t stop thinking and speculating about how'd you really feel when you finally laid your eyes on him. 
Your legs dragged you into the arrivals area, as your eyes scanned the place in hopes of finding Seokjin before he found you. You didn’t arrive at the airport much earlier than you should have, because you knew that you’d be anxious as fuck, which didn’t give you much time to only think or speculate how you’d feel when your eyes lay on Seokjin’s after so long. You found out pretty soon, when unexpectedly you saw his brown, almond shaped eyes staring directly at yours, as soon as the doors from arrival opened. It’s like after all this time, he still found you in a crowded room no matter what. 
For a couple of seconds, it felt like everybody else in the world was out of focus and Seokjin was everything you could see. He came walking towards you, his face remained in a stoic expression and you desperately tried to recompose yourself, more on the inside than on the outside, since you’ve always been good at hiding your feelings. It felt so surreal seeing him, after he became a celebrity, after you left him to pursue your dreams, so many things have happened and so much has changed in the meantime. Each step he takes in your direction, makes you realize it was all real.
He is there in front of you, Kim Seokjin, in flash and bones. He still looked the same as he looked seven years ago, the same striking beauty that always made you think you were the luckiest woman in the world. You really were. 
He was wearing an oversized black sweatshirt and also a pair of oversized blue jeans, he looks so fucking cool it hurts. His hair is longer than he used to have back then, but you really think the longer hair suits him very well. You almost hate him for looking so effortlessly handsome.
You tried giving him a half smile, because the fact that he didn’t react in any way to your presence made you feel nervous. He didn’t smile back, though as he got closer, he bowed to you. Simply bowed, as if you were just an ordinary acquaintance. 
Gulping, you bowed back at him.
“Seokjin-ssi, hi! Wow, it’s been so long”, you tried, in a desperate attempt to make the situation less awkward.
He pressed his lips together and nodded, not really looking you in the eyes right now. Yeah, he probably still hates you. Great! Did you really have to mention it’s been long? Of course it’s been long since the last time you’ve seen each other and it’s all thanks to you. You’re so bad at small talk.
Why did you allow Haewon convince you to do this, for god’s sake?
“Er- Shall we, then?” You ask him, the silliest and most awkward smile still hanging on your lips. 
“Lead the way”, he replies and hearing the sound of his velvety voice for the first time makes you quiver on the inside.
“Do you…N-Need any help with your baggage?” You felt like a teenager trying to talk to her high school crush, stuttering like that. 
“Oh no, I got it”, he denies and nods his head no, his black hair moving like silk against the wind. “Er- Thanks, though”.
He sounded a tiny bit less cold, which made you feel 0,1% better. You’ll need a very long hot bath to relax after this, you know for sure. You turned without trying to say anything else and made your way towards your car silently, listening to him following you in a safe distance. Your mind was racing trying to find a way to have light small talk with him, because the awkward silence you were forced to share with him right now made you feel like crying.
The weather? Fuck no. Soccer? You don’t care for sports. Politics? You’re not sure of his political opinions nowadays. No silly or light comments came to your mind and trying to mention the wedding would be too obviously a desperate attempt and Seokjin wasn’t stupid.
You helped him accommodate his belongings in the trunk of your car almost in silence, only exchanging a few words about the car and you were ready to get in and endure the longest car ride from the airport to the hotel. 
However, he surprised you when you heard his voice meeting your ears.
“Good to know you came back, ______-ssi”, then, Seokjin opened the car door and took his seat.
Ok, so, he wants to do this. Better than giving you the silent treatment all the way to the hotel, you figured. You follow him on the inside of your car and try giving him another half smile, obviously trying to show him you wanted this to go as smoothly as possible.
“Yes, I’m back”, you laugh nervously as you start the car. “It’s been two ye-”.
“I know”, he cuts you off. “I know it’s been two years”.
You know he knows. You have friends in common, who have obviously mentioned that you came back to Korea, at some point. You’ve always known this conversation would happen, but as much as you tried to prepare yourself for this moment, you realized you couldn't truly be prepared for it.
“Oh”, that’s all you managed to say.
This is the only man you’ve ever loved in your entire life. Finally confronting you after you left. Looking at his eyes, they burned with resentment. You understand his reasons, of course you do. You left him after he proposed to you right after college, to follow your dreams, to become who you are today. You loved him, but you’d never give up on your dreams for anyone and you also didn’t want him to give up on his dreams because of you. His career was starting to take off when you got the scholarship in China and he offered to leave everything behind to go with you.
But you said no to him. 
It hurt like hell to do so, of course it did. You loved him, but because you loved him you couldn’t tell him it was ok to give up on his dreams, on his career, on his life to be with you in another country for god knows how many years. Because you loved him, you couldn’t be selfish. That’s why you left, but it didn’t matter how many times you tried to explain your reasons to him, he would never fully understand. 
“If I remember correctly, you said you’d come and look for me when you came back”, he raised his brows as he said it softly, disguising his rancor. “What happened? Was it hard to track me down or something?”
He knew it wasn’t, since he’s one of Korea’s sweethearts right now.
“Very funny, Seokjin”, you sigh, looking at the road, trying your best to stay focused on the traffic. 
“Yeah, I’ve always managed to make you laugh, right? Good thing I’ve built my career in show business, huh?” You felt his eyes burning where they touched you, as he fixed his gaze on your side profile. “But let me try a different approach. Why didn’t you keep your word? All these years, I… have waited for you, _____”.
“Did you, though?” You glance at his figure for a second and you see his eyes widening, then you turn your full attention back to the road ahead of you. “It wasn't like you’ve been single these past few years, you know? How did you expect me to come back years later, begging you to give me another chance after reading all about your flings with your coworkers all this time?”
He laughs humorlessly and when you don’t follow him, he asks you lowly.
“Are you serious?”
“Why would I not be?” You pinch your eyebrows as you reply to his question with another one.
“You tell me”, he scoffs, running his hands through his hair, then sighs loudly. “And don’t try to change the focus here. I asked you a question first”
“Seokjin, I…”, your voice trails off and you simply stop trying to find something to say.
Does he really need you to confess that you were scared that, after all those years, you were afraid of getting rejected? Doesn’t it go without saying? When you left, everything was different. Seokjin has always attracted the attention of, basically, everyone. He has always had unmatched visuals, an unique sense of humor, charisma, intelligence, morals. It took you such a long time to build your trust on him and on your relationship, because in the beginning, you’d compare yourself to everyone who approached him, scared he’d realize he could do so much better with other people, who were prettier, smarter, funnier than with you. Does he really need you to say that you just got scared all over again?
“Why didn’t you come find me when you came back, ______-ssi, like you promised?” He stressed the last word out as he spoke slowly, clearly annoyed by your silence.
“Things… changed”, you declared hesitantly, taking the easy road on your way to avoid focusing this too much on your feelings. “Haven’t they?”
“Not for me”, he replies without even wincing, then he adds. “Why? Have they changed for you?”
They haven’t, actually. You wish you could just tell him everything, like you used to. Just let him know how you really feel, how insecure you felt all the times you thought about calling him or even going after him in person. But how could you? Time does, in fact, change things. As much as two people wish for things to stay the same, they hardly ever do. 
What you really wanted after all these years was just to throw yourself into Seokjin’s arms and find the comfort no one else has been able to give you ever since. If only he knew how much you craved him and how difficult it was to be inside of your car right now, where his perfume filled the whole space and almost made you intoxicated with longing. 
You wish you were a little more selfish, so you’d just ignore the fact that everything happened the way it did and just throw yourself into his arms, not giving a shit about what comes next. 
But you aren’t selfish, at least, not when it comes to Kim Seokjin.
With your mind racing, you hesitate before you’re able to form a coherent sentence in your brain and he notices.
“Ok, I see how it is, ______”, his head snaps in your direction again, even though you got your eyes focused on the road, you feel his eyes on you. “You’re seeing someone, aren’t you? Of course you are, for fuck’s sake. Of course you’ve found someone after all these years…”
If only he knew you’d compared every guy you met all this time to him, he’d laugh so hard, he’d probably get hiccups. You haven’t been able to establish true connections with anyone else ever since you left him, unlike him, who’s been involved in several dating rumors during these past few years. You know because you read all of the details from every single one of them, while the only dates you had ended up being on night stands with random guys you met in bars.
“No, I’m not”, you coldly reply, turning your face into his direction for a split second, just to see the surprise taking over his face.
“You’re not seeing anyone, then?” He allows the words to roll off his tongue slowly, repeating the question he asked you a few seconds ago, only this time the disbelief was obvious in his tone. 
“No”.
Seokjin crosses his arms in front of his chest and breathes through his nose loudly. Maybe this was as uncomfortable to him as it was to you. You just couldn’t wrap your head around why he’d want to do this after all this time, both of you had said everything there was to be said back then. There just isn’t a reason for you to go through this all over again, fortunately, you aren’t far from his hotel now. You soon would be away from him all over again, safely hidden at your hotel room, where you could cry all night long, until the gigantic lump in your throat disappeared. Mostly because you’d try to forget about it with a relatively expensive bottle of wine.
After a brief moment of silence, he starts again.
“I just… Need to hear you saying why”, he turned to you as he spoke and it sounded like he was on the verge of crying.
Knowing you made him suffer has been something that prevented you from sleeping every once in a while and a lot of times you ended the nights hating yourself for it. You hate yourself for causing all of this. You just wish life was easier, you wish you could have everything you want, you wish you could have had a brilliant career and Seokjin at the same time.
After all these years, the truth is he doesn’t need you anymore. He’s famous, he can have anyone he wants. You just wish he could understand that and that it was the sacrifice you decided to make on his behalf. You want him to be happy, not stuck with you and your unexciting academic career. 
“I really don’t know, Seokjin. There’s no… specific reason, I guess”, you gazed at him as you summoned the strength to continue. “I just think it doesn’t make sense to me anymore”.
It obviously is harder than you think, because you know none of it is true. You’re just a coward, you just avoided him these two past years, because you were scared of being permanently dumped. You guess you preferred the what if, than to really just let Seokjin go. You were not ready to let him go, he’s always been your haven, your safe place, even after the two of you broke up. He’s your favorite memory.
And it was better to have his memory untouched, than spoiling it with real life and getting dumped because he was having the time of his life as a famous actor, fucking god knows who.
“What doesn’t make sense?” He queries you almost in a whisper.
“Us”, you reply in the same tone. It takes every ounce of strength in you, but you lie again.
You don’t see it, but his eyes darken the minute your words meet his ears like a sucker punch to his stomach. 
He takes in a deep breath and seconds later, your car is filled with his low, deeper voice.
“So, you’re saying that everything we lived together, everything we shared… The promises both of us made to each other… None of it makes sense to you anymore?”
Judging by the way he just asked you this, you were slowly starting to realize that, perhaps, it all still makes sense to him, just like it still makes sense to you. Perhaps, he’s been waiting for you to return, like you promised. Just like Haewon and Hoseok had foreseen it, but you refused to believe it. Because you are a fucking coward, the worst kind. You lie to people and you lie to yourself in a desperate attempt to protect your pride. 
It was far too late to change your mind now. Specially, after the way he spoke to you now. You know he’s deeply hurt and things will, in fact, never be the same again. 
You can’t even think about anything to say. You aren’t mentally able to tell him again that you think your history simply doesn’t make sense, the kind of love you and Seokjin have for each other doesn’t just stop making sense.
“You know what, ______-ssi? Nevermind” He breaks the silence, but his voice is still a little louder than just a whisper. “I thought I could do this, but it’s impossible to have this type of conversation like this. Can you please stop this car!? I’ll call myself an Uber”.
“What?” You ask him, dumbfounded. “I’m not gonna just drop you on the side of the road, we’re almost there-”.
“I’ll be fine”, he cuts you off dryly and louder than before. “I’ve been fine without you these past seven years of my life, it’s not like I need you anyways”.
Okay, you deserve to hear that. Your brain goes into code red and you’re very happy that you’re a good driver, because you know you can’t fully function right now. You open your mouth in an attempt to argue against his request, but no sound comes out of it. 
“Seriously, ______. Stop this car”, he demands, this time around. 
Your feet automatically hit the brakes, just like he told you to, stopping the car by the sidewalk. You’re still taking it all in. You imagined this wouldn’t end well, but you even surprised yourself with how bad it actually ended, all thanks to you, of course.
“Please, just send my baggage to my room when you get there”, he sneers, his eyes glued on your figure and you can’t muster up the courage to look into his eyes.
He opens the door and gets out of your car calmly, then closes the door delicately. That’s the scariest part of it all, Seokjin is the confronting type, he doesn’t take shit from people and he didn’t even want to continue talking with the conversation, there was no closure. He just cut you off. He couldn’t bear being in the same space as you. Saying the shit you said was probably the final nail to this coffin and as much as you hate admitting it to yourself, you were the one who dug this grave. You followed his figure with your eyes as he distanced himself from your car, not even once looking back.
He is now totally free to move on with his life, as he’s supposed to. He’s rich, beautiful, talented, charismatic, funny, relevant, famous. You don’t belong with him anymore and that’s fine. Some people aren’t made to be together and it is fine.
It actually isn’t fine, not at all, but you’ll learn how to live with it. You’re just happy to know he’ll live his life to the fullest now, after burying his past with you. 
Lucky you driving has calming effects on you, so you play your sad girl vibe playlist and drive back to your place, as tears rolled down your cheeks.
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