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gorgeous - lhs

"you should take it as a compliment that i'm talking to everyone here but you / and you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room" - gorgeous by taylor swift

series masterlist - part one - part two - part three

prompt 45 of the 100 kisses list, "we shouldn't do this" but they do so anyway

pairing. best friend's brother!heeseung x fem!reader synopsis. Heeseung comes back from his first year of university a new man - forget nervous, fidgety, dorky Heeseung and say hello to confident, teasing, flirty Heeseung. This change of attitude doesn't help your longstanding crush on your best friend's brother, and neither does the rising tension between the two of you - a tension that is bound to explode. genre. f2l, did i mention this was a best friend's brother au?, only fluff in this part but more to come, perhaps suggestive due to tension between reader and hee and makeout session lol word count. 8.1k (yes an asahicore fic under 10k thank u very much) a/n. hi loves i'm super happy to be posting this bc its the very first fic out of the 100 kisses event and its a project im really excited about !!! i know i said like 2 days ago it'd take me a while to write this but i got super motivated over the weekend and it turned out shorter than i thought and bestie @k-ingzo zo did a super amazing job at beta reading this so i was able to post it really quickly !! anyways hope you enjoy this, pls lmk,, and hope u look forward to the rest of the series as well !! ok bye

Nine years ago

“Y/N, honey, come meet your new friends!”

You rushed down the stairs at your mom’s call - at eight, you were always excited by the idea of new friends. She’d also called Naeun down, but lately, your sister had been acting like doing anything your parents asked her would cost her her life.

There in your living room were four unfamiliar faces, but your parents were smiling warmly, so you weren’t too nervous. Instinctively, you found your mother’s side and she rested her hand on your head, bending down to talk to you.

“Y/N, these are the Lees, they’ve just moved to the neighborhood.”

“Hi,” you greeted shyly, and were met with four hi’s in return.

“Heeseung and Seeun here started going to the same school as you,” she informs, nodding her head towards the young boy and girl. Now that she said it, the boy looked really familiar. You thought you recognized him from school that day - his glasses were definitely memorable. “And Seeun is the exact same age as you!” Your face lit up at that, and her expression mirrored yours as her lips curled into a smile. “Why don’t you show her your room?”

“Sure! Come on,” you said, holding out your hand for Seeun to take. She looked back at her parents who were nodding vigorously at her to follow you. You just played for half-an-hour, and Heeseung joined you quickly, saying he was bored with the adults downstairs. He didn’t talk much, instead found some of your toys to play with in his own corner.

When the Lees left, you were thinking two things: one, you couldn’t wait to tell Chaeyeong about Seeun, and two, that boy with the big glasses was really, really cute.

Now

“Seeun, why the hell didn’t you tell us that your brother is a mega-hottie now?!”

This is what your friend Chaeyeong whisper-screams in lieu of a greeting as she barges in Seeun’s room, plopping down on her bed like it was her own. It might as well have been, considering how long the three of you had known each other.

“If you ever refer to my brother as a mega-hottie again, I’m terminating this friendship,” Seeun replies, not bothering to look up from the bead bracelet she was currently making.

“Oh please, just because you’re his sister doesn’t mean you haven’t noticed how attractive he’s gotten,” Chaeyeong insists, but it just makes Seeun scrunch her nose in disgust.

“Chaeyeong, please stop making it so obvious you’re an only child,” Seeun sighs. You let out a giggle at your friends’ conversation as you search for another color that could go well with the pink beads you’d chosen for your own bracelet.

Stealthily, Chaeyeong leaves her spot on the bed and sneaks up to you. “Y/N!” she exclaims suddenly, wrapping her arms around your shoulders in a sneak-attack hug that makes you yelp. It makes you drop your half-finished bracelet, the beads falling all over the carpeted floor around you. You look up at Chaeyeong with a pout, but she just smiles at you and starts picking up the beads, gathering the tiny pink jewels in the palm of her hand.

“Y/N, you’re with me on this one, aren’t you?”

You ignore Seeun’s side-eye and give in to Chaeyeong’s encouraging expression. “I guess he does look very…” you pause to carefully consider your word choice. “Different,” you settle on.

“Different? That’s it? Y/N, you should really consider getting some glasses, seeing how you’re so blind to hot boys.” Cue a loud groan, Seeun’s courtesy. You just giggle again, slightly shaking your head at Chaeyeong’s antics. She rolled her eyes, disappointed that you didn’t back her up, but she drops the subject and switches to Seeun’s upcoming birthday party. Something great about being generally quiet? People don’t question it when you don’t partake much in a conversation. You listen and laugh as your friends bicker, but your mind is on something else.

Or rather, it’s on someone else.

Because Chaeyeong is absolutely right - Seeun’s brother has glowed up so much during his time away at university that you had a double-take when he opened the door for you earlier.

The sentence this is so unfair plays over and over in your head.

You’d heard of the freshman fifteen, of college first-years being so stressed over grades and having so little time that their diet consisted of instant ramen, quick cafeteria lunches, and an ungodly amount of coffee. And alcohol, on Friday nights, of course. After seeing how freshman year treated your older sister, you were dreading going to college, imagining it to be the complete opposite of what TV and movies had shown you.

So how the hell had Lee Heeseung gone from high school loser to campus hearthrob in the span of a mere nine months? (After some thinking, you realized that, well, if a woman can create a whole human being in nine months, maybe a regular guy can undergo great physical and mental change in that time, too.)

In September, when you’d last seen him, he wore the same glasses he had for all of high school - those slightly crooked ones that made his eyes look even bigger than they already were. He always had to push them back up his nose but he never bothered to get them fixed, even though all they needed was for the arms to be tightened. You remember his tic-like habit of readjusting his glasses, a habit so strong that he did it even when he wasn’t wearing them. Maybe they bothered him so much that he decided to get rid of them once and for all, you guess.

Indeed, when he greeted you at his front door earlier (even after years of knowing Seeun and her family and no matter how much they reassure you that it’s okay, you’re unable to come in without knocking first, like Chaeyeong does), he wasn’t wearing his thick lenses you’d grown fond of. His eyes didn’t look unfocused like they usually would without glasses, so you assumed he’d switched to contact lenses - you knew it wasn’t Lasik surgery, because Seeun was always complaining that her parents wouldn’t pay for her or her brother to receive it.

But it wasn’t just the glasses, of course not. There was an ease and confidence about him that he didn’t have before - no awkward giggles, no darting eyes, no weirdly positioned limbs. He held the door open for you and kept his eyes on you as you walked in, saying it was nice to see you again and asking if you were happy to be done with high school. You already weren’t expecting Heeseung to open the door in Seeun’s stead, so him actually looking at you while he spoke instead of mumbling a few words in your general direction and scratching the back of his neck rendered you completely flustered, cheeks heating up embarrassingly quickly.

His hair was different: it used to sit there atop Heeseung’s head, unsure what to do with itself, but now it was purposefully cut and slightly pushed back. When he turned his head, you saw something shiny dangling from his left ear.

Heeseung had a piercing. Shy, nervous, fidgety electronics club president Heeseung had a goddamn piercing, and it looked amazing.

And then he laughed. He actually had the audacity to laugh, and then ruffle your hair. You could’ve died right then and there. “You’re still just as cute as before,” he mused, beaming down at you. Then he walked away towards the living room, saying Seeun was in her room upstairs. As if nothing happened. As if you weren’t on the verge of combusting, your saving grace being your friend’s voice calling out your name. You ran up the stairs, wanting to get as far away from Heeseung and his smile and his voice and his touch as possible. You busied yourself with the pearls and the small bracelet-making station Seeun had organized, trying not to think about the vein that ran down his forearm or about how his shoulders looked wider than before. And you’d managed to do that, until Chaeyeong brought him up.

It wasn’t unfair because he’d grown mysteriously hot - it was unfair because to you, Heeseung had always been the cutest boy around, but now other people had surely noticed too, Chaeyeong amongst them. Now, you were just one of the many girls that had a crush on Heeseung, even if yours dated back to the first time you’d met him when the Lees moved into the neighborhood.

Their parents had been delighted that two girls of their daughter’s age - eight, to be precise - lived on their street. You were delighted that the cute boy you’d seen at school that day was her big brother, just one year older. Chaeyeong and you gladly welcomed Seeun into your friendship and you had each other’s back through the awkward phases of your early teenage years and the stressful times as high school seniors getting ready for college. You shared everything - clothes, jewelry, homework answers, gossip, tears, laughter. Secrets.

You liked to think there wasn’t a thing you didn’t know about them, but you couldn’t say the opposite was true - there was a secret you had to keep from them. A secret that grew bigger and bigger as time passed, but that you needed to keep locked in.

You had the biggest crush known to mankind on your best friend’s brother. It was either keep quiet or tell both of your friends; you trusted Chaeyeong, but you didn’t want her to carry that burden. You had no idea what Seeun’s reaction would be if you admitted you liked her brother, but you didn’t want to risk it. Every best friend’s brother (or brother’s best friend) romance you’d read had told you that the former was always against and deeply disgusted by the idea of their friend dating the latter. The last thing you wanted to do was make things weird, so you said nothing and suffered in silence, as one does. And so, for years, Heeseung was your little secret.

But not anymore, apparently. And it felt unfair. You didn’t have much of a chance to begin with, but now, getting with Heeseung was inimaginable. You’d just have to continue pining from far away, just as you’d gotten used to.

Four years ago

Your heart pounded as you made your way to the bus stop, steps heavy and head full of thoughts. Even though your older sister told you there’s nothing to worry about, you couldn’t help it. You were used to walking to school, not taking the bus. After three years of seeing the same people roaming the hallways, it was nerve-wracking to arrive at a place where most faces would be completely unfamiliar. You didn’t know what your teachers would be like, you were scared your classes would be a hundred times harder than before, you heard the cafeteria food was really bad. In short, you were absolutely dreading high school. And today was your first day.

The only thing that calmed you down was knowing that in a few minutes, you’d be with Seeun and Chaeyeong, and just seeing them would make you feel instantly better. You were meeting at the bus stop.

But when you reached it, neither of your friends were there. You shouldn’t have been surprised, since you’d come ten minutes early, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. That is, until you recognized someone else.

“Heeseung?” you called out before you could stop yourself. The boy snapped his head in your direction, and his eyes widened at the sight of you. Simple things like that made your heart burst with adoration for him.

“Oh, h-hi, Y/N.” He smiled the shy smile you loved so much and looked back at his feet, holding on tightly to the straps of his backpack. You stood next to him, close enough to have a conversation if he wanted to but not so close that it’d be weird.

Heeseung was the only person you felt awkward around. Even though you were on the quieter side and strangers weren’t your favorite people per se, being around people you didn’t know well wasn’t your definition of torture like it seemed to be for Heeseung and other kids from your school. But Heeseung’s awkwardness was contagious, and your crush on him didn’t help your ease of mind - so you imitated his posture, swaying back and forth on your feet as you held onto your backpack straps just to have something to hold onto. You smiled at the ground, not wanting to make him uncomfortable by looking at him, but that meant you missed the growing blush on his cheeks.

“So,” he started, “nervous?” He glanced quickly, just once, at you. You were so surprised at his breaking the silence, used to a quiet Heeseung, that you forgot to answer, simply staring at him. His panicked expression and mumblings were what jolted you out of your daze. “I-I mean, you know, cause it’s your first day and everything, and I was really nervous last year- I am today, too, actually- so I thought maybe, you know, you’re nervous too, but maybe you’re not, I don’t-”

He said all of this so quickly, you started laughing, slightly bending over. He let out a chuckle too, but as you continued laughing, a pout started to form on his lips. “What’s so funny…” you heard him grumble as he kicked a non-existent pebble.

“Sorry,” you said, regaining your breath. “I’m sorry, Heeseung.” The sound of his name made him glance at you again. You wished you could kiss the pout off his lips. “I was nervous, actually. But I feel better now.”

A quick smile appeared on his lips, but he willed it away. “I’m glad my embarrassment made you feel better,” he sighed.

You gently kicked his shoe with yours to make him look at you. “No, it’s because you made me laugh. I needed it. Thanks,” you corrected with a smile. Heeseung may have made you feel awkward, but the easiness with which he always got flustered made you love to tease him slightly.

His smile widened as he looked away once more, the blush having spread to his whole face by then. “Whatever,” he murmured. There was no time to say anything else because Seeun called out your name, practically skipping towards you.

She gave you an excited hug as a greeting before turning towards her brother with a glare, punching him hard on the bicep, making him wince in pain and reach his hand to cover his arm where she hit him. “Thanks for waiting for me, loser.”

“You were gonna make us late!” he whined, rubbing his arm.

“Yeah, ‘cause I obviously missed the bus,” she tutted.

You watched the siblings with an amused smile, used to the exact same kind of banter at home. Your sister, who was in her last year of high school, had decided not to drive you for some reason only an older sister could make up and pretend was reasonable. Your parents had tried to convince her, but you didn’t mind taking the bus with your friends, so they didn’t push it, just glad they could somehow keep the both of you happy.

Heeseung didn’t say anything in return. Your eyes met for a moment, and his frown relaxed into a smile when he caught your expression. It lasted a second but it was enough to make your stomach twist. Seeun, oblivious, grabbed your arm and started telling you about all the things she was excited about for today. You were worried Chaeyeong wasn’t going to make it, but her footsteps were loud as she ran, reaching you just as the bus stopped in front of you. Heeseung took what you soon found out was his usual spot at the front of the bus while your friends dragged you towards the back of it. You tried not to let your thoughts drift towards the boy with the messy black hair and crooked glasses, but his shy smile replayed in your mind all day. For a year, you’d gotten used to not going to the same school as him - you didn’t know how you’d survive seeing him at least five days a week once again.

Now

You were really determined to not let Heeseung’s newfound confidence sway you, physically shaking your head every time a thought of him popped in your head (useless) and racking your brain for reasons you shouldn’t like him (not many of those). There was just one teeny, tiny problem.

He was making it impossible to pine for him at a distance.

It seemed like everywhere you went, he was there. Maybe that was due to the fact that your most frequently visited place was literally his house, but still. It was frustrating. You didn’t need to be met with his stupid smile whenever he opened the door for you, you didn’t need to catch him cutely napping - how was that even possible?! - in the living room, a random sitcom still playing on the TV, you didn’t need to hear his laughter when his friends were over, and you definitely did not need to see him half-naked as he came out of the bathroom, hair wet from the shower and sticking to his forehead, towel wrapped low around his hips and his abs fully on display. Because of course, you had to be in the hallway, heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water, at the exact same time as him.

You almost start to resent the fact that Seeun had the comfiest bedroom out of the three of you, as well as the most snack-filled house, which was why you had decided years ago to hang out there the most. Especially during school breaks, you were there almost every day, so you were bound to see Heeseung a lot. But for some reason, that didn’t seem to be enough, and over the course of June, you also ran into him while shoe-shopping with your mom, then another time as you entered the public library just when he left it, and another when your friends and his had decided to get ice cream at the same time. It was like you couldn’t escape him.

The worst part? Every time he saw you, while you simultaneously wanted to run away from him and into his arms, his damnedly handsome face broke into a stupidly beautiful smile that looked far too genuine for your heart. “Y/N! Funny seeing you here!”

No, Heeseung, not funny.

You didn’t want to be that girl whose brain cells stopped working whenever she encountered an attractive male specimen, but that was apparently who you were meant to be, because all words left you when you saw Heeseung. Although you’d been somewhat flustered around him in the past, he was always much more so than you, which reassured you and gave you enough confidence to actually talk to him. But now that he had realized how handsome he was and was clearly using that newfound knowledge against you (or so you thought), you were unable to string a coherent sentence when his shiny eyes bore into yours.

You think he might’ve sensed your awkwardness, because he never lingered, never made useless small talk, just asked about your favorite ice cream flavor or the book he’d checked out, patted your head, then was on his way.

There were so many butterflies in your stomach, you were scared it might fly away.

One afternoon in the middle of July, you and your friends come back from the city pool completely exhausted after playing around for hours in the water. All bundled up and close together, you try to nap on Seeun’s bed. Keyword try, because even though your friends’ soft snores quickly start to fill the silence of the room, you can’t seem to fall asleep, no matter how heavy your eyes feel.

Quietly, you get out of bed and head downstairs to the kitchen, hoping a cold glass of water will help sleep come to you like it usually does. You shouldn’t be surprised to see Heeseung in the dining room/kitchen area, busy with a puzzle, the pieces of which he’s spread out all over the table, but your heart still does a flip. He must be really engrossed in it, because he doesn’t notice your presence in the room until you fill a glass with ice, the sudden sound making his head snap up at you. You hate that his face breaks into a grin as soon as he sees you.

“Oh, hey, Y/N! What are you doing?”

“Just getting some water,” you explain, raising your glass with a small smile. Your whole body tells you to run away, back to Seeun’s bedroom, but something in your gut tells you to stay, to get closer to Heeseung. So you do. “What about you?” you ask, slowly making your way towards the table and peering at the puzzle in progress.

“Just whipping up some brownies,” he retorts with a devilish smirk, big eyes looking up at you.

You fight back a smile in vain. “Shut up,” you mumble, but take a seat next to him anyway. He seems slightly taken aback by the sudden proximity, and you are too, but you keep your gaze focused on the puzzle in front of you so that you can’t think too much about how close you’re sitting, and how your knees could touch if you angled them just so.

For a small while you sit in silence, watching as he puts pieces together and even finding a couple of your own. It’s a one-thousand piece jigsaw that he’s clearly only just started, but Heeseung doesn’t seem fazed by that. You like seeing how his eyebrows slightly furrow when he’s searching for a particular piece, and the pleased smirk that graces his lips when he finds it. You break the silence after a few minutes.

“So you still like puzzles, then?” you ask, voice low. You’ve always been told you speak quietly - even too quietly sometimes, but you can’t always help it. Especially in situations like this, when it’s silent around you anyways, you don’t see the point of raising your voice. When Heeseung replies, he speaks at the same volume as you, and there’s something comforting about it, about speaking quietly in such a spacious and sunlit room - the words you share are for you two, and you two only.

“Yep, ever since that day.” He glances quickly at you and smiles at the piece in his hand, and it’s like getting a glimpse of the Heeseung you had known all those years. Your heart warms at the sight.

“That day?”

This makes him look properly at you, his eyes darting back and forth between yours as if searching for something there. Your heart is now on fire. “Don’t you remember?”

You tilt your head in response and he turns his attention back to the puzzle. “It was at this table, too. I think your grandparents- your grandma, I think? Anyway, someone had gotten you a puzzle for your birthday.”

You ‘ah’ in realization. “Of course!”

Two years ago

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I don’t think I can do this, it’s so complicated,” Seeun pouted apologetically, looking at you sadly. “We’ve been here like an hour and we’ve barely gotten anywhere.”

Chaeyeong, head on the table, groaned in agreement. You followed your friend’s gaze to the puzzle in front of you - she was right, you hadn’t made much progress. But you liked it. The picture was pretty and you’d like to see it completed, but more than that, you liked finding the right piece, figuring out strategies.

You hummed, mirroring Seeun’s pout. Chaeyeong snapped her head back up to look at you. You’d think she hadn’t slept in days, but that was just bored Chaeyeong. You loved your friend and her over-dramatic antics. “Can we just take a break?” she asked, tone like you’d kidnapped and forced her to do this.

“You guys go ahead.” You smiled. “I like it, I can just continue this for a while and you guys do whatever you want.” The three of you spent so much time together that you didn’t need to be doing an activity together to be happy - being in each other’s general vicinity was enough to be considered a hang-out.

“You sure?” Seeun asked.

“Yeah, ‘course.” You chuckled at the obvious relief on your friend’s faces. “Just don’t watch the next Extraordinary You episode without me, okay?”

They both gasped and clutched their hearts like you’d accused them of murder. “How could you even think that, Y/N?!” Chaeyeong exclaimed.

“We would never!” Seeun added.

You shook your head at your friends’ antics, laughing as you waved them off. “Just go, already.”

“Yes, ma’am!” And with that, they were off, running up the stairs to Seeun’s bedroom.

You were only on your own for around ten minutes - the front door opened and closed, and the quiet shuffle of shoes being taken off and replaced with slippers let you know Heeseung had just come home. Seeun always made a show of being exhausted after school, groaning as she threw her backpack to the ground, while Mr and Mrs Lee always announced their arrival with a sometimes cheery, sometimes tired ‘I’m home!’. But Heeseung, quiet as always, simply set his backpack next to the stairs, slipped into his slippers and made his way to the kitchen, fond of a quick snack after school. Even Chaeyeong made herself more known when she entered the Lee household.

Every day except for Fridays, he came home two hours later than his sister because of either magic or electronics club (yes, magic club. It was cute, okay?!). You always looked forward to the monthly meeting of the book club you were in, partly because it meant you could take the bus back with Heeseung afterwards. Even if the ride was usually mainly silent, just sitting next to him was enough for your heart to do all sorts of tricks worthy of an Olympic gymnast.

“Oh, hey, Y/N,” he greeted softly, probably surprised at seeing you alone at the dinner table.

“Hi, Heeseung. How was the electronics club?” You wanted to make conversation, but you winced immediately at your words - was it normal for you to know what club he had on what days?

But Heeseung seemed to pay it no mind, just smiling shyly, a blush already creeping on his cheeks. “It was nice, thanks.” He opened the fridge, taking out a carton of milk. “Do you want a glass?” When you didn’t respond immediately, he was quick to add, “Of milk? O-or orange juice? Or I can make some tea, if you want-”

His hands were already busy with preparing whatever drink he thought you might want. You held back a chuckle and smiled as you answered, “Milk is fine, thanks.”

His blush spread all the way down his neck and you turned your attention back to the puzzle so he wouldn’t see your grin. “Right, milk. Milk,” he stammered, then got two glasses out of the cupboard.

You loved moments like these with Heeseung - flustered, light-hearted, slightly awkward, moments that made you want to giggle out of nerves and delight. Basically every moment with him was like this, so it’d be more accurate to say you loved every moment with him.

“I didn’t know you liked puzzles,” he said, an upward tilt to his voice, as he set your glass next to you and took a seat across from you. He peered down at the pieces spread out in front of you, fixed his glasses on his nose, and took a big gulp of milk.

“I didn’t either,” you said with a chuckle, and stammered out an explanation when he looked up at you questioningly. “My, um, my grandma gave this to me for my birthday last month. She’s got a lot of grandkids, you know, and I think she might’ve mixed up my other cousin who likes puzzles and me…” Heeseung nods slowly, the corners of his lips tugging up in amusement. “But I don’t mind it,” you add, “I’m having fun, actually. Seeun and Chaeyeong are of a different mind, though. It’s a bit hard doing it on my own but I like it anyway.”

“I can help you,” he suddenly blurted out, and he looked just as surprised at his words as you were. “If you want.”

You smiled at him, and Heeseung and you actually looked at each other, actually held eye contact for three seconds, until you felt your face burn and had to look away. “Sure, yeah, that’d be nice.”

Although it took some time to finish the puzzle - putting 500 pieces together was a lot trickier than you thought it’d be - Heeseung and you managed to do it, high fiving celebratorily after almost two hours of hard work.

Now

“I just had a lot of fun that day.” Heeseung shrugs. “Plus, I already liked things like Legos and Rubik’s cubes, so it made sense I’d like puzzles, too.”

You nod in response, watching as he twirls a puzzle piece between his thumb and middle finger. “It’s funny that my grandma’s mistake is what made you discover your love for puzzles.”

Heeseung chuckles along with you, and you’re relieved the atmosphere is somewhat lighter than before until he looks straight into your eyes, locking your gaze in his own, and a breath gets trapped in your throat. “I’m glad she did that, otherwise we wouldn’t be here right now.”

You’re still staring at him, dumbfounded, mouth agape, when he looks away with a smirk and turns his attention back to the puzzle, analyzing it seriously as if nothing happened. You come back to your senses after a few seconds, clearing your throat before imitating Heeseung and trying to focus on the puzzle once again. But that’s hard to do when your hands brush ever-so-slightly every time you fumble around the pile for a particular piece, or every time he hits your knee with his, inadvertently or to tease you, you’re not sure.

The first thing to do when starting a puzzle is looking for all the side pieces to build the frame. When Heeseung spots one in the pile next to you, he leans in to grab it, and he’s suddenly close enough for you to get a whiff of his cologne that had faded over the day. You think he’ll just take the piece and sit back in his seat, but instead, he turns his head towards you, and that’s when you realize just how close you are. Close enough that it wouldn’t be hard to close the gap and have your lips on his - just as the thought hits you, his eyes drift down to your parted lips. Is he thinking the same thing?

You take a sharp breath in, eyes fixed on Heeseung, mind racing with thoughts and assumptions of what might be going through his head right now. But your brain goes haywire when a smirk blooms on his lips, clearly enjoying your reaction. His gaze finds your eyes once more and he raises the piece between the two of you, in the small space that separates you. “Got it,” he says quietly, voice lower than usual. It makes your insides melt. He could be very well talking about you - he’s got you absolutely wrapped around his finger, and he seems to know it.

He turns back to the puzzle, smirk still on his lips, and you’re so embarrassed and confused that your flight instinct kicks in. The screech of your chair as you push it back and stand up makes Heeseung look up at you again, his smirk having dissolved in surprise and - disappointment?

No time to ponder, you need to get. out. of. here.

“Right, well, that was fun, haha,” you breathe out, actually saying the word ‘haha’ and wanting to run away even more thereafter. “I should probably head back to the girls, now.” You’re already backing up and walking away when Heeseung calls out your name, but you just turn around and rush back upstairs, yelling out a small “bye, Heeseung!” on your way.

You’re already back in Seeun’s bedroom when Heeseung shakes his head at your sudden disappearance, an amused smile playing on his lips. “Cute,” he says under his breath.

To minimize any chances of running into Heeseung, over the next two weeks, you ask Chaeyeong and Seeun if you could hang out at your house more often, using the excuse that you want to spend as much time as possible there before leaving off to college. They don’t question it too much - next year, they’ll be able to come back fairly regularly to their parent’s houses, since the college they’re going to is less than an hour-long car ride away, but you’ll be further away, too far to come back home often.

It just so happens to be the university Heeseung is studying at, but you don’t need to worry about that right now. They had one of the best English Lit programs in your area and you’d been wanting to go there for all of your high school years - you used to think of Heeseung’s going there as a pro, but right now, it felt more like a con.

You manage to only run into him twice over the course of those two weeks, and both times, just in passing. But now it’s the night of Seeun’s birthday party and it’s impossible to pretend he isn’t there even when you’re in a crowded room together. Heeseung and Seeun’s parents have lended their house for their kids to have a party there, using it as an opportunity to have a date night, and Heeseung and his friends have graciously provided a big portion of the alcohol, saying it was their birthday gift.

You aren’t the biggest fan of alcohol, so you opt for the fruitier, lighter drinks, but still, two hours after the party starts, you can already feel your head start to spin, your voice is louder, everything makes you laugh. When a friend from school tells you they’re playing seven minutes in heaven in the hallway upstairs, you think that's the funniest thing you’ve ever heard and immediately agree to join.

The sight of Heeseung sitting in the circle, already looking at you with a lopsided smile, almost sobers you up completely.

You’d tried to avoid him as best as you could, but it was like you couldn’t escape him - maybe that was due to the fact that the heart of the party was kept to the kitchen and the living room, just a few people sitting on the stairs at the entrance to get away from the noise, but still, it annoyed you to no end that you had to keep seeing him everywhere. Maybe that was also what made the alcohol easier to down.

At some point, you were in the kitchen, doing a shot of God-knows-what with girls from school. You heard his voice before you saw him, and it made you roll your eyes but also your heart skip a beat. “Didn’t know you were such a drinker, Y/N.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, and when his face came into view, you wanted to slap it away. Or kiss it away, maybe.

“I’m not, I’m just trying to have fun,” you retorted, eyebrows slightly furrowed as you poured yourself another shot. I Gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas started playing in the next room and the girls shrieked before rushing to the made-up dancefloor. You wanted to join them, but something kept your feet firmly planted at the kitchen counter.

Before you could bring the shot glass to your lips, however, Heeseung stole it from you and downed it himself. “Hey!” you protested, but it was done, and he was scrunching his nose at the bitter taste, shaking his head. You wished he could stop being attractive for one damn second.

“You don’t need that to have fun.”

He placed his forearms on the kitchen counter and leaned on them, forcing him to look up at you. You had no idea what the hell he meant by that, nor did you want to try and figure it out - all you knew was that you couldn’t stay there with him when he looked at you so intently, cheeks flushed from the alcohol, hair perfectly disheveled and biceps apparent even under his t-shirt sleeves.

“You’re right, I don’t,” you made yourself say, and spun on your heels to join your friends on the dancefloor.

And a few drinks later, here you are, sitting in a circle on the hallway floor, Heeseung right in front of you, leaning back on his palms and looking down at you with that same stupid smirk once again.

The game goes as such: one person spins the bottle twice, and the people it lands on have to go to a bedroom closet for seven minutes (timed carefully by Jake, Heeseung’s friend who is taking this game very seriously) to do whatever they want, while the others occupy themselves with other games. When the seven minutes are up, the doors burst open, and you have to leave the closet.

And because it wouldn’t be any fun otherwise, after a few rounds, the bottle points straight at you, then straight at Heeseung, and before you know it, everyone except for Seeun is cheering, and Heeseung is holding out his hand for you to take, and you do, and he raises you up, and together, you head to his closet, as per the rules of this stupid middle-school game you should never have agreed to play in the first place. You can barely Seeun’s voice as she shouts, “Y/N, I trust you!”, which just makes Chaeyeong burst into laughter and whoop louder for you. You’d also barely registered Heeseung’s friends clapping each other’s backs, smiling like they were in on something.

The sound of the closet door shutting is what snaps you out of your daze. You hadn’t even realized Heeseung had kept your hand in his until he released it, leaning his back against one wall of the closet, facing you. All three bedrooms in the Lees’ house had built-in walk-in closets which meant you weren’t sandwiched between Heeseung and his clothes, but still, you wished you could put more distance between your two bodies - one step closer, and you were done for.

It wasn’t just Heeseung’s presence in the narrow space - it was his scent filling your nostrils, the combined smell of the cologne he was wearing, of the fabric softener on his clothes, and an unfamiliar scent you somehow recognized as unique to Heeseung, his skin, his hair, smells you’d wanted to discover for years but never got close enough to. Well, now you did. And it was intoxicating - you wanted more, wanted to bury your face in the crook of his neck and inhale. You wanted to know what his reaction would be, if he’d let you, if he’d push you away.

All those thoughts were running wild in your head. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Your stomach was in messy knots, your hands were sweaty and you had no idea where to place them, your eyes wouldn’t stop darting around the dark room. Everywhere but Heeseung. You could feel his eyes on you, but you were too nervous to meet them.

Your breathing must’ve gotten loud enough for him to hear, because all of a sudden, you feel his hand take yours, and he’s stood up from his position against the wall, his body too close to yours for your heart to handle. His thumb rubs what he must think are comforting semi-circles on the back of your hand, but the touch just destroys any capability of thinking straight you had left.

“Y/N,” he calls out, and the sound of his voice makes your eyes close shut. You cannot give in. You had seen Seeun’s disgusted expression when you and Heeseung were picked for the game - if just the idea of you and her brother kissing repulses her, what would she say if she knew it actually happened, or if you started dating? You may have the biggest crush ever on Heeseung, but no one was worth losing your friendship with Seeun.

“Calm down,” he says, and you wish you could be as steady as his voice. “There’s no reason to be nervous.”

This makes you scoff. “You touching me is not helping my nervousness.” The words are out before you can stop them, and in the darkness of the room, you have to concentrate to make out the tilt of Heeseung’s head. You don’t need to see it to know he’s smiling, the satisfied smirk that has been gracing his features for the past month and a half.

“Yeah? Why is that?”

You take your hand out of Heeseung’s and cross your arms over your chest. “You know why,” you say, not intending your voice to come out as weak as it does.

Heeseung takes another step closer to you, and the only ray of light that comes through the panels of the closet door hits his face, making it visible for you to see. “I do, but I want you to tell me.” Another step, making you back up until you hit the wall behind you.

You call out his name shakily. His lips are right in front of you at this point, and you can’t not look at them.

He places a hand delicately on your waist, as if not wanting to scare you off. “Yeah?” He’s so close now that you can feel his breath fanning on your lips.

“We shouldn’t do this,” you say, and finally, your voice is strong like you want it to - but Heeseung isn’t deterred by it.

“Do what?” he asks, pretending to be stupid. “We haven’t done anything. Not yet.” He adds the last part in a whisper, his eyes drifting down to your lips, and you can feel your resolve crumbling piece by piece, the opposite of completing a puzzle.

“You know what I’m talking about,” you whisper back, voice almost pleading with him. Stop this before it’s too late, you want to tell him, but for some reason, at this point, you’re more scared of nothing happening than something happening.

“I do, but I want you to tell me,” he repeats, and you can’t help but let out a chuckle. Laughing helps relieve the tension, but it’s back as quickly as it left when his hold on your waist gets tighter, bringing you closer to him. Your hands that had fallen to your side come up to grab the sides of his t-shirt, gathering the fabric in your fists. There’s no going back now, you can tell - you wait for Heeseung to make a move, both dreading it and craving the relief that will come with it.

Heeseung’s free hand comes up to your face, and he traces your jawline with a knuckle before taking your chin in two of his fingers, gently raising it so that your face is angled up towards him. His touch makes your skin burn and takes away your ability to breathe properly.

“We shouldn’t do this,” you repeat, voice barely audible, a weak and half-hearted attempt at stopping this now that you still can.

“No, we shouldn’t,” he agrees, and before you can say or do anything else, Heeseung presses his lips to yours, finally, finally.

His lips are just as soft as you’d expected them to be, and the kiss is light, slow, careful. You’re grateful for it, because you’re not a very experienced kisser - if Heeseung had plunged his tongue directly into your mouth, you wouldn’t have known what to do. It’s almost like he knows this, like he’s giving you time to figure it out, to get used to it. His hand snakes its way to the small of your back, pressing you closer to him, while the other cups your cheek with his palm. You, on the other hand, have completely forgotten about your hands, only able to focus on where your lips meet.

It’s easy to fall into Heeseung’s rhythm, to let him take control of the kiss. But maybe it’s too easy, because soon enough, you start to want more - as amazing as this is right now, a slow kiss like this is not enough to have dissolved the tension in your body. You remember your hands and inch them up to his hair, your fingers finding purchase there and slightly pulling as you open your mouth just a bit wider, hoping Heeseung will get the message.

For a second, you think you’ve got it all wrong - Heeseung pulls back an inch, peering down at you. You’re both breathing heavily, and you’re scared you might have gone too far. But then, he murmurs a small fuck under his breath, and just like that, his lips are back on yours, your back is pressed against the wall again, his body encaging your smaller one. The kiss now is nothing like it was seconds ago - it’s turned hungry, hot, messy. You love it.

You had no idea you would want to kiss Heeseung like this, but now that you were doing it, you couldn’t get enough. The intensity with which he held you, the feel of his tongue against yours, the small groans that escaped his lips every time you pulled on his hair, it was all making you more drunk than the alcohol had.

You swear you haven’t even been kissing for two minutes, but then, all of a sudden, the doors are snapped open, and light pours in the closet, and Heeseung’s lips aren’t on yours anymore. You hadn’t heard the timer go off, too engrossed in Heeseung to pay anything else any mind. When you turn your head, Chaeyeong and Jake are staring at you and Heeseung, mouths wide open and eyes darting back and forth between the two of you.

“Oh. My. God,” Chaeyeong says, while Jake starts laughing. A shy smile appears on Heeseung’s lips, even plumper and pinker than usual from your kiss. His hair is a mess, and you’re sure you don’t look too different. He scratches the back of his neck, and you can’t believe this sheepish boy is the same that was kissing you roughly not a minute ago.

“Chaeyeong,” you cry out, voice already pleading as you take a step out of the closet and take both of her hands in yours. “Seeun can’t know about this.” She raises her eyebrows in surprise but nods her head in agreement, and you’ve never been so thankful for your friend as now.

“Would she really mind?” Jake asks, looking at you, then at his friend. You turn to look at Heeseung behind you, who purses his lips.

“I’m not sure, but I have a feeling she would… She’s always told me she didn't want me hanging out with her friends,” Heeseung says, and you and Chaeyeong exchange a look; this was news to both of you.

You have no further time to discuss it, however, because Seeun’s voice calling out your name and Heeseung’s make all four of you widen your eyes. Chaeyeong fixes your clothes and hair as best as she can, then smiles at you reassuringly and nods, prompting you to imitate her. She ushers Heeseung into his bathroom and tells him to “freshen up or whatever,” and you, Jake and Chaeyeong leave the room just as Seeun reaches the door.

“Where’s Heeseung?” she asks, not a trace of suspicion in her voice, peering behind you into her brother’s dark room.

“Just needed the toilet,” Jake answers quickly, and that seems to convince her.

She turns to you, an amused expression on her face. “Hope that wasn’t too awkward.”

You’re so surprised at your friend’s quickness to assume that nothing could happen between you and her brother, as if the idea was truly unfathomable to her, but you figure it’s for the best. You all head back into the party, Heeseung appearing some five minutes later. He scans the room for you, and when you make eye contact from across the crowded living room, he smiles, his shy, genuine smile that you’d fallen in love with all those years ago.

You already miss him, you realize, his lips, his touch, his scent. That’s how you know that you’re in deep, deep shit.

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cinnamon bliss ● bonus chapter ● 002: mistletoe kisses

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

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

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

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

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

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

But everything is different this year.

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

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

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

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

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

Today is a special day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Moments later, Seokjin joins you in the back kitchen.

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

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

“Done! See? I’m good at this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Happy Birthday, Daddy of the Year.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I got a good teacher.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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