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slow dancing ● epilogue

➬ Title | Slow Dancing: a mini series

➬ Summary | When your countdown appeared on your wrist right on the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.

↳ Pairings | Jungkook x reader / Namjoon x reader

↳ Genre | Soulmate!au, Second Chances!au, Angst, Eventual Smut

➥ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; this chapter involves a ton of fluffy moments, mentions of character death (minor) and grief, the depiction of the process of healing, mentions of alcohol assumption; also contains explicit sexual scene—including: morning sex, rough sex, dirty talk, dominant Jungkook (finally) making his appearance, lots of kissing, oral sex (male and female receiving), manhandling, restraints, face riding, blow job, deep-throating, size kink, hand job, hair pulling, marking, cum swallowing, cum eating, fingering, anal play, clit play/stimulation (sucking, biting), begging, teasing, light spanking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, naked cuddling in exchange of aftercare.

➥ Word count | 12,6k words

➥ Chapter List | Glossary | ⤎ Previous Chapter

➥ Masterlist

➥ Song Companion | Radiohead — True Love Waits

epilogue i.

One year later…

“Baby, you are going to be the death of me.”

Jungkook groans as he stretches out, the heels of his foot digging into the messy sheets beneath him while his hands find the top of your head where he grabs you with a gentle hold. His fingers slide between the messy strands of your hair while he drags the other hand down your bare back, caressing your spine as you arch your back while you are slowly crawling down on him, never once taking your lips away from his skin.

The morning sun has barely risen completely, though you have already begun to feel its warmth penetrating into the room through the barely shielded windows—Jungkook must have been in a rush when he closed the curtains last night—yet its presence doesn’t truly matter as the delicate touch of his fingers on your skin burns hotter.

The way he is touching you and pulling gently on your hair become so distracting that you almost come to a halt, stopping you from trailing your kisses down his bare chest, something that you have been doing for the past five minutes in order to wake him up.

Neither of you has been a morning person, so it hadn’t been a surprise that it took you some time to wake Jungkook up after his long sleep. Especially after the long hours of lovemaking that you had spent last night and how he had put everything he had to make sure that you would come to completion. But the same couldn’t be said about you, when you had woken up too early, right at the break of dawn, with nothing but the sounds of Jungkook’s soft snores and his warmth comforting you.

Your body still feels fully sated from the pleasure that he had given you all night, and it seems obvious that your skin is still sensitive to the touch. But what had pulled you awake this morning had been your thoughts, the one that still lingers in the depth of your desire that your body simply started to hum with sinful need.

It didn’t help when you had woken up with half of your body sprawled on top of his, with your head resting on his chest where you could easily listen to his steady heartbeat and your hand lying on his bare stomach, right where you could feel his muscles fluttering with each exhale of breath. The sound of his slow breath was supposed to be enough to lull you back to sleep, but it had the opposite effect on you when it only made your body feel warm and your senses coming to life.

It only took opening your eyes, watching his chest rising and falling and his beautiful face showing you a peaceful expression that you adore the most before the spark of desire took over. You couldn’t resist the urge to wake him up so he would sate your need once more. But when a few nudges you gave on his side did nothing to wake him up, you followed through by doing the exact same thing that he did the morning before when he had woken you up with his teasing kisses.

You started by pressing your lips along his jawline, tracing the sharp edges as you climbed higher, reaching his lips which were slightly parted in his sleep. As the press of your lips on his managed to draw a moan coming from his throat, you began tracing your lips lower, down his chin and his strong neck, then continued to his wide shoulders that still bared the marks of your nails and fingertips which you had left on him in the midst of your lovemaking last night.

Then you lingered for a moment longer when you reached his bare chest, where you pressed gentle kisses on the writing of your name which had been tattooed beautifully right over his heartbeat. The gesture had then become the reason why he finally came to wake, sucking a deep breath when you began nipping on his skin teasingly, coaxing a reaction from him before you would get further with your teases.

Seeing him struggling to come awake, you continued further by flicking your tongue over his nipple, doing exactly what he loves to do with you whenever he takes his time worshipping your body. And that had been the one act which drew those words out of his mouth, followed by the sound of deep moans that he is still making as of now as you trail your kisses lower, following the prominent lines of his abs and the beautiful ink work that had been done across his toned stomach and waist which seems to be guiding your way down.

His body twitches beneath you as your lips keep grazing slowly across his torso, pressing right at the spots which you had learned to be the most sensitive parts of him. Then something else twitches, drawing your attention away from his hot skin and his heaving chest. You look down, a smile growing on your face when you find his cock—still flushed in a faint crimson shade and slightly swollen after the rigorous work he had put himself on last night—growing hard and stiff with its tip glistening with a drop of pre-cum oozing from its slit.

Widening your eyes at him, you feign a shocked gasp. “That doesn’t seem too comfortable,” you playfully taunt him, while dragging your fingers down his torso. “Did I do that—” you question him as you descend onto his rigid staff, only to come around it and land your lips on his hips instead while teasing him, “—or have you been dreaming of me?”

Jungkook opens his mouth to answer, though every word he is trying to say only fades to a groan when you continue pressing your lips on his skin. His cock keeps bobbing so close to your face and his hips keep arching further to each kiss you give him, yet you continue moving around and away from it, focusing on his hipbones and the hot skin around his groin while keeping away from the center, no matter how much you are craving to have a taste.

You enjoy every sound he makes, every frustrated groan that escapes him when you linger closer to his cock moments before you slip away. And you enjoy the way his body twitches and arches, how his hands are clenching in his desperation while holding back from pushing your head down to where he wants you to, and you love how his half-lidded eyes keep looking down on you, watching closely and anticipating everything that you are doing.

Having had enough of your teasing, Jungkook places his palm on the back of your head and grabs a hold of your hair, stopping you from escaping when you keep moving away from his cock.

“You enjoy seeing what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” he asks you with a hoarse voice, still lathered with sleep, as he captures your hand with his free hand and starts guiding it to grab a hold of his hard-on. Instead of pulling away, you gladly comply, letting him show you what he wants from you as he helps you graze the tips of your fingers across the length of his cock.

“Oh, I absolutely do. Every second of it,” you answer him while wrapping your hand around his shaft and begin stroking, keeping your grip as gently as you possibly could and your movement slow and steady, knowing how sensitive his skin still might be. “I told you already that I’m not putting all those seconds I have left with you for granted. I’m taking every chance I can get to make love to you and enjoy my time with you before we have to stay away from each other until this weekend.”

You almost pout when you imagine that you would have to leave him, even for a short while. But you also understand that this is necessary, and the short time apart would be worth it in the end. Because after this weekend, you will have the rest of your life to spend with each other.

This would be the last day that you will be spending with him for a while. Starting from tonight until the weekend, on the day when you are going to walk down the aisle and exchange vows for eternity with Jungkook, you are going to be staying with your family while he would join his own at his brother’s loft. Just to keep you separated until the day you would finally say ’I do’. It had been something that both of your families had agreed upon in order to have something traditional to keep out of the entire wedding ritual, even if you had been living with Jungkook for more than a year now.

“—not to mention, keeping the groom away from the bride will help make the excitement grow.” Those words had been your mother’s exact words when convincing you about the idea, even if you had thought about it even before your parents had made the suggestion to do so.

Now that you only have less than one day left alone with Jungkook, it gives you enough reason to make sure that every second you have with him counts until you can finally have him to yourself again.

“Fuck—yes, baby. That’s it. Keep doing it like that. Just like that,” he groans with his head falling back into the pillows as you continue moving your hand up and down his length. The look of pure bliss is shown on his face as he relishes in the pleasure you are giving him with each slow stroke, and you take pride in knowing that you are the one making it happen.

Seeing him feeling good, you can no longer resist temptation and lean down. You keep your eyes on his face as you press a gentle kiss on the crown of his cock, and you watch when his whole body tenses beneath you.

With a gasp, Jungkook opens his eyes to see you kissing the swollen head of his cock, enjoying the velvety skin growing warm with the touch of your lips while your hand continues to stroke its length. Another bead of pre-cum leaks out of him and you move your tongue around it to lick it clean, humming as the musky taste of his cum fills your mouth.

Cursing under his breath, Jungkook resists pushing your head down and clenches the sheets beneath him tightly to hold back, but there is an unmistakable hunger in his eyes that drives your own desire to rise. Pulling back, you open your lips and lick up the underside of his cock, starting from the base until you reach the bulbous head. You give a few licks on the tip and around the ridges, drawing a low groan from him, before finally taking him into your mouth.

You start sucking the wide tip for a moment, giving your lips and jaw a chance to adjust to his size. Feeling his width covered between your lips already sends your body burning. The size of his cock has always done enough to make you want more. Once the muscles around your mouth begin to grow lax around him, you start taking him more, burying him further into your mouth inch by inch until your mouth is nearly at its base.

After a few more sucks and taking in a few more inches in, he soon reaches so deep against your throat that you almost gag, but you stop and push the urge down with a long, deep breath—taking just as much as your body is allowing you to—before you pull back, sliding your mouth across his length until your reach the tip.

Jungkook reaches down just then, placing his palm on the back of your head and grabbing a few strands of your hair between his fingers to help guide you as you slide back down.

Soon, you find your pace, sucking his cock in your mouth and bobbing your head up and down at a steady pace as your hunger takes over and his hand takes control. Your mouth and your entire senses are filled with his taste, his musky scent, and the feeling of his veiny girth brushing against your tongue as you flatten them against his length whenever you come up and then grazing against the cavern of your mouth whenever you sunken your cheeks around him when you slide back down.

Lost in his pleasure, his grip on your hair tightens. Deep groans keep coming out of his lips as he begins grinding his hips and driving his cock into your hot mouth, hitting against your throat with each thrust.

“Can you take it deeper, baby?” you hear Jungkook questioning you, though his words take some time to sink in when everything else seems to be muddled in your blissful haze. But then the pull he has on your hair draws your attention back to his voice, and you begin to nod your head as much as you can with his cock still filling your mouth.

A sigh comes from him at your answer, and his voice comes out lower when he whispers, “Good. I’m so close already, I can’t hold back any longer.”

With that, he begins to hold you back and guide you to slow down a pace before pushing your head down his length. You force your jaw to open wider and your throat to relax, just so you can take him deeper, and deeper, until you feel the tip of his cock pushing its way into your throat.

“So tight! Fuck, that feels good,” he groans, and then with the grip that he has on your hair, Jungkook begins to take complete control. Using both of his hands, he helps keep your head steady as you take him as deep as you can, while he rocks his hips, thrusting his cock into your mouth at a rapid pace as he begins chasing for his release.

Your mind is reeling with the perverse pleasure of having a cock inside your mouth as he continues rocking, stroking his cock between your lips. It takes a few more strokes before you feel him swelling, then he shoves himself into you and holds you tight to his pelvis while his whole body is strained as the pleasure starts coiling from his stomach, merely seconds before he comes to his release.

You swallow and gulp wildly on his throbbing shaft, just as he twitches and his cum starts exploding from his cock, filling your mouth. You groan around his girth in your shock, but quickly recover as you begin swallowing every drop of his release, making sure that you don’t miss anything.

“Baby—” he groans as he twitches beneath you, his hands still holding you tight while your lips are still clamped around him, refusing to let go until you manage to swallow everything to the very last drop.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Take everything,” he moans, before he slowly lets you go and you carefully pull away from him, releasing his cock from your mouth with a few licks to clean the remnants of his release that are still coating his skin.

You ease back on the heels of your foot when you are done, taking a moment to take a quick break, while you watch as Jungkook tries his best to control his breath with his chest heaving intensely. He opens his eyes when he feels the distance between you and lifts his hands to beckon you closer.

“Come here and let me kiss you, baby. That was amazing,” he murmurs with a sigh, and you slowly crawl over him, straddling your legs over his hips as you lean down to kiss his lips.

There is still a taste of his cum left in your mouth, yet Jungkook doesn’t even flinch as he deepens the kiss, as he simply begins devouring your lips and shoves his tongue into your mouth to steal the sounds of your moans.

“Did you feel good?” you whisper against his lips when he finally releases you from the kiss, though he makes no move to let you go when his hands remain on your waist, holding you steady on top of him.

With a soft groan, Jungkook closes his eyes briefly. “No words. So good,” he says with a murmur, as if describing his feelings into words has become such a hard task when he has barely recovered from his climax.

Smiling gleefully, you press your lips on his once again, letting your mouths mould together at a slower pace this time so you can feel everything. Jungkook runs his hands down your body as he returns the kiss. Each touch makes you shiver, while your hips start moving on their own accord, grinding over his torso with the same rhythm as the pulses rising between your pussy walls.

You haven’t realised how much you have been affected by your own teasings until your wet pussy brushes against his skin, and you feel your slickness coating him, the cold sensation from your arousal that has been dripping from between your folds finally makes its presence known.

You slip one hand between you and reach down, slipping between your sensitive folds, finding everything still swollen and your sex already growing so slick with your arousal, and your body shudders violently against Jungkook.

The moment he notices this, Jungkook pulls away from the kiss. His eyes drift down to see your fingers moving in circles around your swollen clit before slipping back in between your folds, drawing a series of gasps and moans out of your lips.

Jungkook licks his own lips, feeling hot and bothered for seeing you searching for pleasure and feeling awfully selfish for not being the one giving it to you when you had just given him everything that he needed. He lowers his hands down your hips and kisses your nose, drawing your attention back to him.

“Move up here, baby,” he urges you with a sly grin on his face while his hands grab your hips tightly, stopping you from rocking against him and tugging you up gently so you would move. “Let me taste your pretty little cunt right now.”

Having your head clouded with bliss that has come from your own naughty touches, his words almost fail to register inside your head. But then his kiss clears your mind a little, just enough for you to notice the way he is gently tugging you to start climbing up and how his eyes are looking sharp and intense, demanding you to comply with his words.

Your legs quiver around him as you pull your hand away from your pussy. Then you raise your hand, showing him your fingers that have been coated with your arousal, before taking it into your mouth, where you lick and suck each digit clean for him to see.

Jungkook digs his fingers further into your skin and groans, no doubt wishing that he can have a taste. “Baby—” he groans, his voice coming out nearly sounding like a growl when it comes with a warning. It makes your stomach grow tight with excitement, and you could swear that your pussy clenches tighter at his demanding nature.

Soon, you find yourself pressing your hands onto his chest and begin crawling over his body with his hands on your waist, his grips tightening as he is guiding you to move up, and up, until you are hovering on top of his face. He settles you nicely in place, your dripping core hovering over his mouth and your legs are spread wide apart to make space for him at the center. With his eyes on your face, Jungkook runs his hands down your curve, feeling your hot skin and marvelling at the shivers that come rushing through you under his touch.

The moment he grabs hold of your hips, he lets his impatience take control. He no longer bothers giving you any more teasing as he slides his hand down to your thigh, keeping your legs apart while he uses his other hand to position your body right where he wants you to be.

Your head falls back as he kisses and licks his way up your inner thigh, biting your skin while his fingers slide between your folds to find the dampness that has been growing even more intensely ever since he gave you the first touch. With your knees planted on either side of his head, you slide down a little, doing it carefully as you widen the space between your legs with your hands grasping at his head.

Then his mouth finds your center, his tongue slipping out and licking at your pussy, a deep moan comes from him as he finds your wetness and finally gets a taste of your sweet nectar. Your hips jolt against his face when the rush of pleasure immediately starts to spark inside you with only a simple touch of his tongue. Then you feel him pressing his mouth against your folds, devouring you softly and tenderly there, even if it does nothing to stop the sparks of your pleasure to intensify, soaring fiercely that you almost feel like plunging over the edge.

Your hands instantly reach out to find support when your body reacts wildly on top of him, with the urge to lower yourself further feels so strong while your fear of suffocating him trounces over your need. Grabbing a hold of the bed’s headrest, you grip it tightly to stop yourself from pressing down on his face.

But Jungkook wants none of it. Sensing you holding back from him, when the muscles on your hips and thighs are growing tense under his palms as you continue fighting the urge to ride his mouth, Jungkook swipes his palm gently on your rear cheek, landing on one side with a gentle slap echoing through the room, urging you to relax for him. A yelp escapes your lips at the touch that had come so suddenly. You open your eyes to look down between your parted legs, finding his eyes glaring from beneath you.

“Ride my face, baby. Don’t hold yourself back. Don’t worry, I got you,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice nearly muffled as he keeps his lips pressing at your center. Seeing that he means it, and finally noticing him straining his head from the pillows just so he can clamp his mouth against your throbbing cunt, you slowly ease down on your hold on the headrest and begin lowering yourself onto his face.

Tightening his hold on your thighs, he opens you up to his welcoming mouth. He begins to lick and suck, latching onto your clit before he starts swirling his tongue over and around it until your legs begin to quiver, finding it easier now to latch onto the source of your desire that you are no longer holding yourself back from him.

You cry out as he continues to work his mouth and tongue, the pleasure quickly rising that nothing seems to make sense anymore. In your daze, you finally release the headrest and reach down with trembling hands, grabbing his hair as you begin grinding your hips over his face. You begin by rocking steadily back and forth as you slide your pussy over his hungry mouth, and then you start pressing down more, feeling the need to have more.

He slides his hand back up to your hips, guiding your movement for a little while before he pulls one hand away and moves it lower, slipping right at your abused folds. He catches the wetness that has managed to escape his lips with the tip of his fingers, before he runs them behind you, pushing them into your tight rear opening until your whole body buckles wildly on top of him.

Your mind is running wild with the mix of sensations that he is giving you, with the finger that is slowly invading your tight rim giving you the kind of pleasure that is foreign yet completely welcome, while his lips continue to devour your nether lips unmercifully, giving you not a single chance of reprieve with every lap and every suck he keeps on giving you.

Gripping his head tighter, you clutch onto him as you move frantically against him with the rising pulse of your climax building from your core. “More. Oh God, Jungkook!” you scream out, already feeling as if you are clinging right over the edge.

A hum rumbles from Jungkook’s lips as he pushes his tongue between your folds, pressing onto your entrance to invade between your clenching walls. You can feel your orgasm coiling in your stomach, pushing and rising without any sign of slowing down when he doesn’t stop his ministrations even for just a second. Adding another finger to your ass, he begins pushing and pulling the digits while he continues to work his mouth and tongue in tandem on your pussy.

It doesn’t take long until you are trashing on top of him, your body vibrating as the waves of your orgasm come rolling through you, and nothing is stopping you from embracing it, welcoming every intense spasm coming from your blissful orgasm.

Jungkook’s hold on you slowly eases down as the pleasure begins to wane to a constant hum. His hand retreats from your rear so he could rub his palm on your skin, soothing you until your muscles begin to grow lax and for your legs to stop quivering.

“Come back down here for me, Baby,” he groans with a deep voice, his lips barely parting from your leaking pussy.

As you slowly ease down against him, his hands come on your waist to gently push you down, urging you to crawl back down on him. His hold remains where it is as you move above him, lowering yourself until you are back straddling his torso with your legs still shaking and feeling just as weak as jelly, his hands becoming the anchor that stops you from falling over on him.

The moment you settle down on top of him, there is a spark of discomfort coming from between your legs, though it doesn’t give you as much pain as you probably have expected when there is also a thrilling sensation appearing between the throbbing ache.

The sensation makes you shiver for a brief moment, an unmistakable reaction that quickly draws Jungkook’s attention. He hums softly the moment he notices, then moves his hands up to your back, gently bending you down towards him so he could press his lips on the top of your head.

“Are you okay, baby?” he whispers to you as he gently presses his lips on yours, giving you featherlight kisses while you take a few sharp inhales of breath until you find yourself feeling more comfortable settling on top of him.

“I think—I’m still a little too sensitive,” you groan into the kiss, before your words turn to a soft gasp when you somehow find yourself pressing your core harder against his torso instead of avoiding him. T

he steady pulse occurring inside you which had been growing faint suddenly becomes even clearer when you feel the warmth of his body transmitting from his skin. The feeling comes to you so strongly, as your body seems to come alive, as if there is still an uninhibited need within you that is demanding to be sated and that his sinful lips had not done enough to fulfil your craving.

Before you can even figure out what exactly is happening to you, Jungkook’s chest rumbles underneath your palms when he chuckles softly. “Then why are you rocking your hips and rubbing yourself on me?”

Gasping, you open your eyes to realise that he is telling you the truth, that not only have you been pressing your pulsing center against his body, but you have also begun rubbing yourself on him, rocking your hips back and forth to ease the ache. A sense of wetness has grown between you, letting you know that his skin is now coated with your release.

“I—Oh, God,” you whisper with a gasp, surprised at how your body has so easily given in. But it doesn’t take long before your voice turns to a series of moans, as you begin feeling the pleasure building up slowly, though it doesn’t feel any close to being enough.

No matter how sensitive and exhausted your body is after everything that you went through, it seems obvious that you still want more.

“Do you want me inside you? Can you take it, baby?” Jungkook questions you, as if he could read your thoughts simply by letting you try to pleasure yourself by using his body. His hands remain still as they are resting on your hips, staying where they are just to keep you steady instead of being the one to guide you, letting you figure out for yourself just what you need so that he can give it to you.

“Yessss—God, Jungkook. I need you,” you whine at him when the feeling of discomfort slowly wanes, with only the soft flutters of pleasure remaining. And your pleas are enough to give him permission to finally take back control.

As his eyes are lifted to look at your face, you can see his desire returning in them. He digs his fingers into your skin and grabs a tight hold on you, before he begins lifting you up, drawing a protest when you are no longer pressed on top of him. Thankfully, you know where this is going, and he confirms it by commanding you gently, “Hold on, baby.”

Taking heed of the warning tone in his voice, you settle your palms on his chest to keep your body up as he gently positions you over his waiting cock. At some point, right in the midst of your blissful daze, you had felt his appendage growing harder against your rear cheeks, but almost thought nothing of it when the ache in your pussy had taken all of your awareness. Now, however, his hard shaft seems to demand your full attention as it springs free beneath you, as if searching for contact.

Jungkook settles you back down on his cock, though the new position only allows you to feel the length of his shaft slipping between your folds and resting perfectly against the pulsing ache. Once again, you lose control of your body when you begin rocking against him, sliding your soaking cunt across his shaft.

“Open your eyes and tell me that this is what you want, baby. I don’t want to push you too far.” You hear Jungkook’s voice fading in and out between the blissful fog that is beginning to fill your mind. Blinking your eyes, you allow them to flutter open so you can see his face, and you find yourself begging, refusing to stop.

“I want it. I want it all. Please make love to me,” you say to him between the sound of your whimpers and moans, and then you begin raking your fingernails down his bare chest, doing it all while looking deep into his eyes as you whisper to him between each rock of your hips, “Didn’t I tell you that every…second…counts?”

“Yesss—” Jungkook hisses out softly. His head falls back as he savours the feeling of your wet pussy moving back and forth, sliding from the base of his cock to the tip, giving him the kind of pleasure that feels exhilarating that he can’t even be sure that he would remain in control.

“Yes, you did,” he groans, snapping himself out of it for a brief moment just so he can focus on lifting your weight from his body and positioning you right where you should be. This time, he reaches down, wrapping one of his hands around his girth and starts stroking himself a few times, before aligning its tip right at your opening.

Holding your hips in a steady hold, he slowly lowers your body back down on him and he sinks into your heat. Your cries erupt as he fills you with his width, his cock feels like the perfect fit as he buries himself deep inside you, pushing in and moving his hips at a steady pace while his eyes never once look away from your face.

“So wet for me. So tight. I love how you’re always ready for me,” he grunts as he keeps thrusting inside you, ramming long, powerful strokes into the depth of your warmth until he begins reaching deeper, and deeper, with your pussy wasting no time adjusting to him. Meanwhile, you begin to move on your own, pressing your palms on his chest and using them as balance as you rock your hips, matching his rhythm and pace as you slide up and down his hard cock.

Once he finds his rhythm and your bodies begin moving in tandem, both of you eager to start chasing for pleasure, Jungkook moves his hands away from your hips, worshipping you as he moves those strong and yet gentle hands up and down your body. His gaze falls on your bare breasts just then.

His eyes are darkening with lust as he watches you moving with him, every curve on your body tense and stretch along with each motion. He reaches up, unable to help himself as he starts playing with your breasts, pulling and pinching at your nipples as he keeps on thrusting his cock in and out of you, driving so deep inside you that you can feel each thrust rocking your entire body.

The rise of your pleasure doesn’t come slow and steady. Yet it spirals intensely until you feel like you are floating right at its peak. Taken over by the sensation coming from his intense pounding, you start to lose control. Your lower body grows weaker with the passing seconds as the pleasure continues to coil tightly inside you that you fall over on top of him.

Jungkook moans loudly when he feels the pressure of your walls tightening around him, while your body shudders, ready to embrace your climax. Only that the moment you are beginning to feel the first pulse of your orgasm rushing inside you, Jungkook wraps his arms around you and flips you over, pinning you down into the bed while he remains buried inside you.

You fall back with a yelp, though the sound is soon followed by a gasping moan when he pushes deep inside you and continues to move his hips, thrusting inside you in slow strokes.

“Wouldn’t want you walking funny when you are walking down the aisle this weekend,” he playfully says, explaining himself even when you feel no more strength left inside you to even start questioning it.

Being reminded of what is happening this weekend only gives you a bit more boost. Your heartbeat is pounding at an almost matching pace as his thrusts, your breath feels tight in your chest when your emotions are running high, while the feeling of being wanted and showered with love give you a sense of pride that seems to intensify the rush of pleasure he is giving you.

Returning his smug smile with your own, you pull him down to bite his bottom lip before coyly whispering to him, “Shut up and just fuck me, Jungkook.”

A deep chuckle comes rumbling from him as he listens to your words. Jungkook leans back slightly and grabs your legs to bring them up higher, opening you wider for him before folding them over your chest. The position leaves you completely vulnerable, just the way he wants you to, as he always enjoys taking control over your body and pleasure until the only thing you can do is submit to him.

“Raise your hands up and hold on tightly, baby. This isn’t going to be a slow ride,” he commands you with his low voice and his sharp gaze never leaving your face.

Grinning at him, you make a show of raising your arms and grabbing a hold of the pillows above your head, clenching them in your fists tightly just as he begins to move. True to his words, Jungkook doesn’t do things lightly. He starts with a hard push, going as deep as he possibly could until the air is knocked out of your chest and you release a sharp cry from the pressure.

And then he pulls back, moving at a pace that is equally quick so he can come back inside you again with another hard thrust. Within moments, the room is filled with the sounds of his deep grunts and your desperate moans as he begins pounding hard into you, keeping his pace steady for a little while until your walls shudder around him, drawing him to pick up the pace knowing that you are close to your release.

Your body arches upward as he pushes his cock right against the perfect spot within you. Seeing your reaction, Jungkook draws back and repeats his ministration, angling his body so he would reach the very same spot as he keeps on pumping in and out of you. Each thrust of his cock gives you a delightful jolt that sends your mind reeling, your body quivering beneath him, and his name coming out of your mouth repeatedly between your cries of pleasure.

Bending lower, Jungkook folds you further into yourself and runs his hands up to cup your breasts. His fingers find your hardened nubs and begin playing with them, giving them the attention that they deserve, giving them light and hard pinches, pulling and tugging them until your moans are drawn out of you louder and louder.

He groans deep in the back of his throat as your walls once again start giving his cock a tight grip, giving him a maddening sensation when he continues to move. Then the feeling becomes stronger when you start moving your hips, returning every thrust he gives with every push, not even the shudders that come rushing through your body can do anything to stop you from chasing your climax.

“Uh…Jungkook, please. I’m so close—”

The sound of your pleas seems to trigger something inside him, that he too can feel it coming to him, the rush of pleasure that feels so intense that he just knows that it could break him apart. Pulling one hand away from your breasts, he reaches down between you and then slides his fingers between your legs. Biting his lips, Jungkook starts pressing his fingers firmly against your throbbing clit, stroking it in short, fast circles until your whole body begins trembling against him.

Welcoming the incoming waves of your orgasm, you buck your hips harder against his rock-hard shaft. You use the hold that you have on the pillows as you push your body up the best you could under his weight, rolling your hips with urgency. Soon enough, the feeling of his fingers pressing to your throbbing nub and his cock grinding hard inside you become too much to take that you simply let everything go.

“Jungkook, yes—” you cry out with ragged breaths, while Jungkook joins your expression of pleasure with his breathless moans, looking like he is enjoying the sensation building deep inside him.

“Cum….cum for me, baby,” he gently commands you with his strangled voice while still moving his fingers rapidly. The slick sounds coming from your pussy reveal just how much you have grown wet, with your arousal and release coating his cock and his fingers and making it slippery for him to move easily in and out of you.

A gasp comes from his lips when your pussy flutters, and your body starts shaking as you finally come to completion around his cock. “Fuck,” you faintly hear him swearing just as his thrusts become more frantic, even without him slowing his pace. Then he starts losing his grip on your body, his breath coming out in erratic pants as his cock throbs between your clenching walls. Every push, every stroke, every pulse of your orgasm finally manages to bring him to the brink of climax.

“Baby, I’m coming,” he roars deeply, his hips jerking wildly against you as he embraces his climax with a content look appearing on his face.

Jungkook closes his eyes as his orgasm ripples through him in waves. His release explodes into your warm, pulsing pussy, his body shuddering from the intense pleasure surging through him before he tumbles over.

As his thrusts begin to slow down, he gently lowers your trembling legs to the bed and runs his palms up and down your waist. The movement of his hips slowly comes to halt, though you can still feel the pulsating of your pussy walls around his cock as he moves within you.

Your orgasm seems to linger even after you have stopped shaking so much, and it lasts more with him still buried inside you, still fitting perfectly even when his cock no longer holds the same stiffness as it did before.

Releasing your hold from the pillows above your head, you open your worn-out arms to welcome him as Jungkook lowers himself onto your body, easing into your embrace with a deep, content sigh. Neither of you dares to make a move nor to make a sound, nothing other than the sounds of your breaths mixing with each other. A brief moment passes before you finally come down from the intense high, feeling his lips pressing onto your skin as he gently traces soft kisses across your face.

“Tired?” you tease him when he releases another sigh, drawing a chuckle out of him.

Jungkook pulls back and grins, “Nothing that I hadn’t expected. What a way to wake up this morning, though,” he says with a wink. Pressing one palm into the bed, he holds you still by the hips as he carefully pulls his wet cock past your sopping folds. A hiss escapes your lips when you realise just how sensitive you are, and your body twitches as he pulls out of you completely.

“We still have time for a quick nap,” he groans as he settles down by your side, pressing his lips on your temple.

You look past his shoulders, still seeing the muted grey of the fading dawn shading the sky through the thin curtains. You have no idea how much time has passed, but at least he is right about getting some needed rest before going about with your day. “Okay, but promise me no more until I’m ready. I feel so sore,” you whine at him, while Jungkook only smiles.

Slipping his arms around you, Jungkook gently pulls you to him and lets you rest your head on his chest, allowing your naked, wet flesh to come pressing into each others' in his embrace.

“I won’t be making any sort of promise. You’re the one who keeps initiating things anyway,” he says, making you laugh against his skin. You say nothing in return, knowing that he is right, and simply give in when he gently rubs your bare arm until you begin drifting back to sleep.

As you close your eyes, you can feel a tingling sense faintly appearing on your skin, though the sensation quickly fades to the back of your mind as you doze into a peaceful slumber as you give in to bliss.

A gentle shiver running through your body pulls you awake from your short nap a couple of hours later. This time, the sun has risen higher, its bright light is barely shielded from the curtains, permeating into the room with a subtle glow while bringing along its warmth.

The shiver lasts for quite a while, starting from the tips of your fingers and then unfurling with a gentle graze around your wrists before it fades in your chest. You have no idea what is causing this, though you soon remember that this very same sensation had been the one that had woken you up earlier at the break of dawn, before your passion and need took over and took your mind away from it.

Stretching out on the bed, you feel your muscles taking their time recovering. Your limbs are still placid and exhausted after going at it with your fiancé all night and for repeating it again even before the day had even started. Your engagement ring glows under the penetrating sunlight as you raise your hand, making your heart flutter excitedly for the bright-looking future that is already peeking right around the corner.

Smiling at the content feeling flooding in your chest, you look up to have a glance at Jungkook who is still deep in his sleep, not a single stir of movement coming from him as he is lying there beside you. You stay there for a while longer, choosing not to wake him up this time and to simply enjoy the moment of admiring his beautiful face while he sleeps. Once you feel that it’s finally time to start the day, you push yourself up to give a peck on his half-parted lips and carefully step out of the bed.

It takes you more than ten minutes to freshen up, but your body feels different once you make your way to the kitchen and put the coffee machine on. As you wait for your hot drink to be ready, you let your mind wander off for a brief moment, and you suddenly find yourself looking back into the past and into your life.

Sometimes, you just cannot believe how fast time had passed since then.

One year has passed ever since fate forced you to endure the final test in your relationship to prove the testament of your bond. While you had come out victorious at the end of the entire ordeal, only barely unscathed with how far the soulmate bond had tried to tear you apart, it would always going to be the period of time that you would never want to ever go through again.

The scars that you had gotten from then had long healed, with only the terrible memory of it remaining in the back of your mind. It had taken you both quite a while to heal from it, but you held on to each other as you went through it, allowing the time you took to heal to help you find yourselves and to rebuild your faith.

The healing had not only helped strengthen your love for each other, but also the bond that you have with Jungkook. You can feel it as it keeps growing stronger with each passing time and how your love has grown deeper at the same time as well, so much so that you can barely remember how it felt when the fated bond was still present within you.

Things had not always been smooth sailing when you tried to get back on track with life, however, when Jungkook had to face Namjoon again, as they were still working together and Jungkook was still bound under a contract.

It took a lot of effort for them to make up and rebuild their friendship again. It was hard to act as if nothing had ever happened between the three of you, so you took a step back to allow them to fix their broken friendship bond and to put life back the way it did before.

Thankfully, Namjoon had even convinced Jungkook to stay working in his company even after their project had ended, promising that he would remain courteous whenever you are in the picture as long as he becomes the one to help Jungkook with his music.

As Jungkook’s career keeps growing over the past year, you had remained by his side, and Namjoon had proven that he was a man of his words. It has even come to a point that a tight friendship bond has begun to form between the three of you, with Namjoon becoming a constant part of your lives moving on.

Thinking about the time that has passed and getting too deep in your thoughts, you fail to notice it when Jungkook sneaks behind you. Making it possible for him to surprise you by slipping his arms around you, holding you back to his chest. “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispers as he presses his lips into your hair, giving you a soothing kiss while chuckling deeply when he hears you gasp in shock.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you answer him, giggling softly when he starts kissing the crook of your neck, making you tingle right where his lips meet your skin.

“You should’ve woke me up,” he mutters against your skin, humming a soft tune that seems to be playing inside his head, drawing a smile to your face whenever he does so.

“Right. As if you don’t remember what happened the last time I did that,” you tease him, making him chuckle before he gently turns you around so you can face him. The moment you see your face, however, you see him looking at you with a concerned look on his face.

“Is something wrong, though? Why are you spacing out while rubbing your wrist?”

Your eyes grow wide before you look down, finally noticing that you have been touching your wrist while you were thinking so deeply. There is even a tingle lingering right where your fingers have been, though your soulmate tattoo denies you any chance of seeing any indentations or any mark that your fingers may have left behind when you were touching your skin so roughly. “I—I don’t know,” you answer him, feeling unsure. Though you quickly shake your head and push your concern away.

“I was just lost in thoughts, that’s all,” you try to convince him with a smile even when Jungkook doesn’t seem to believe you as his worried gaze remains. So you try to take his mind off of it, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck as you whine softly to him, “I hate to think that I won’t be sleeping beside you starting tonight. Knowing my mother, though, I have a feeling that she will be here to pick me up even before dinnertime.”

Jungkook smiles warmly at this before leaning down to leave a quick peck on your lips. “I say that we can withstand a few days without each other, don’t you think so?”

Your heart warms at the faith he had put into his words and at what you are feeling inside. Leaning up on your tiptoes, you kiss the corner of his lips before answering, “After everything we’ve been through? It would be a piece of cake.”

Jungkook tightens his hold around you and pulls you close to kiss your lips. He keeps it gentle, even if the kiss is still enough to draw the delicate shivers reappearing throughout your body and some delicious tingle begins to rise under his touch.

The moment he pulls away to check on the coffee, your mind quickly drifts back to where it had been earlier and you start to wonder about your new best friend.

“Will he be there?” you ask Jungkook, drawing his attention to you as he slowly pours the steaming coffee into the mugs that you had prepared earlier.

“Namjoon? He promised that he’ll be there, and you know that he always keeps his words. I believe that he had departed from Osaka sometime last week,” he says, placing the mugs on the kitchen counter before returning to you.

After the latest success of Jungkook’s new songs, Namjoon had decided to take a break from his busy life and went away for a trip to Japan, citing that he wanted to visit his sister who is currently studying there.

His absence has left a void in the company and in the nights when you and Jungkook would have invited him over for dinner, yet you are grateful that he has kept in touch, constantly keeping an update on your wedding preparation even if you have been refusing his help.

“He took a 12-days cruise to end his trip in Japan, and should be arriving in Busan right the day before our wedding ceremony,” Jungkook continues, grinning as he adds, “Tasha and Matthew texted me about it when I couldn’t get in touch with him and promised that they will personally wait for him in Busan. They’ll make sure that he wouldn’t hop right back onto the ship when it departs for its return trip to Japan. They’re going to drive together with Namjoon to the venue this weekend if things go as planned.”

Hearing Tasha’s name immediately draws a smile to your face. Aside from Namjoon, you have also formed a close friendship with Tasha and her now fiancé. Not too long after Jungkook’s return, he had revealed that Tasha had been the one who found him in Jeju and notified his brother about it, and she had been the one who helped open Jungkook’s eyes to the love that you have built and to find the courage to fight against fate.

Jungkook had taken you to see her in her resort in Jeju to show your gratitude back in summer, and the four of you had grown to become close friends from sharing the same experiences in the past that you had continued to spend a lot of time together whenever you could.

You were even there to witness it when Matthew dropped down on his knees during one of your dinner dates, asking Tasha for her forever. She had made him work for it before saying yes, but you are glad to know that your new friend is finally finding her own happy ending after everything that she had done for you.

Looking at Jungkook, you cannot help but sigh in contentment, overwhelmed with the happiness and joy that come flooding into your chest with how your life is turning out to be. And to think that you will never get to this point if you had not gone through the challenges with Jungkook by your side. Your arms find their way around his neck, and you press up against him with a smile on your face.

“I can’t wait to be married to you, my dear future husband,” you say to him, while his smile grows wider and his eyes begin to glow with the evident presence of his love when he looks at you.

“And I to you, my future wife,” he says, before leaning down to press his lips on yours.

This time, the kiss lingers. He starts by kissing you slowly, his mouth moving languidly against yours until he draws a soft whimper coming from you. His hand moves up your back, before firmly pressing his thumb and forefinger into your soft nape as his way to guide you to move along with him as he begins to deepen the kiss.

As another gasp escapes your lips, he slips his tongue and touches its tip to yours, teasingly at first, before he entwines your tongues together, devouring you until you begin to feel heated tingles surging through your body. His free hand travels down your torso as you are distracted by his kiss, his fingers grasping at the fabric of your shirt, gently pulling at it while he presses your body into him, giving you a chance to feel the warmth coming through his chest.

As you begin to feel his racing heartbeat pumping through his chest, almost matching the rhythm of your own heartbeat, you glide your hands into the back of his hair, gently raking your nails across his scalp until you feel his chest rumbling as he groans under your touch.

The sound that he makes pushes you to return the kiss with the same fervour, pushing back in each time he starts to pull back for a quick breath, until he suddenly hisses and pulls back with his hand snapping away as if his skin had been burned.

“Ow! What the—?” he curses and hisses once more, then freezes the moment he looks down on his left wrist, when his eyes suddenly grow wide in awe. Curious, you step into his space and try to take a look at what he is seeing.

“What’s wrong—?” you start questioning him, only to quickly feel a burn on your skin and snap your hand away from his shoulder. The moment you look down on your wrist, right where the burning tingle is coming from, your own eyes grow wide as a surprised gasp slips out of your lips.

“What is going on?” you cry out in fear, not knowing what is happening as the tingles on your skin grow more intense and the tattooed petals seem to move apart.

Feeling worried that you would come into shock, Jungkook quickly wraps his right arm around you to bring you back closer to him. “It’s okay, baby. Look,” he softly says, as he gently places his left wrist side by side with yours, showing the sight of your soulmate tattoos, allowing you both to see it as it happens.

Because right there, from right between the petals of Jungkook’s purple hyacinth tattoo and the dense petals of your red carnation tattoo, a new set of flowers begin to bloom.

It takes only seconds before they finally appear more clearly, blooming beautifully between the petals that have been present on your skin for a long time—a full cluster of purple Heliotrope, an identical set of them appearing on both of your wrists, as if the universe had decided to give you a new start, giving you their final blessings by replacing the ones that they have gifted you in the past.

Tears of happiness begin to form in your eyes as you look up at Jungkook, meeting his glossy gaze with a disbelief laughter escaping your lips. A flutter of gratitude and joy fills your chest when he kisses you one more time, celebrating the newly formed bond that fate has given you.

It would be moments later when you are going to be overcome with more tears, when you finally figure out the message that the universe is trying to send both of you through those flowers, and the deep meaning that the freshly-bloomed petals represent to portray the love you have for each other—

“Forever.”

epilogue ii.

Namjoon lifts his face to welcome the warm passing breeze, finding solace in the calmness that the sunset sun is offering him.

He is awfully glad that he had taken his sister’s advice to take this cruise trip to end his month-long vacation in Osaka before returning to Seoul. After spending the past year working hard to enhance his company’s growth while healing from his past heartbreak, he felt like he deserved to take a long break from everything around him. And this cruise had been the perfect way to end his break before he has to go back to his busy life, back to the rush that has always become a part of his reason to live and to move on.

But the chance to end his trip glamorously has not been the only thing he is grateful about.

Namjoon turns to glance to his left, where the woman who has been accompanying him for the past week is standing close by. He looks closely at the content look that she is wearing on her face as she lifts her chin up and closes her eyes, basking in the warm glow of the sunset sun the same way he was doing it before.

The breeze keeps on blowing her hair, making each soft strands fly across her beautiful face while some of the longer strands keep hitting his arms. But he makes a move to stop it nor does she reach up to brush the messy strands away, both of them simply letting it happen as she enjoys this moment of solace with Namjoon staying by her side.

In the silence, Namjoon’s thoughts wander off to last week, right on the second day that he was spending on this cruise ship. He was standing right at this very same deck, looking out onto the vast ocean while listening to the calming sound of the waves when she sneaked up on him.

“Namjoon?” He remembers her soft voice calling for him, sounding like a dream when it came into his head, before her presence manifested into his sight when he turned to see her. “It’s really you.”

Namjoon had been stunned into silence, both from seeing her again after a long time and from hearing the awe in her voice which was somehow lathered with sadness and grief. He couldn’t understand it back then, and he had looked past it when he called out her name, “Yeori.”

They had shared an awkward hug once he recovered from his shock, and he remembers recalling the last time they had contacted each other, how she had made the last phone call that had ended the mutual arrangement that they had during college when she informed him that she had met her soulmate. Namjoon had immediately brought this up, drawing a smile to Yeori’s face when she told him everything that had happened then, since they had never remained in contact after that last goodbye.

She had told Namjoon the details of how she had met her soulmate on the flight which took them both to Bali that day. Yeori was on her way there to celebrate her college graduation while he was going there to celebrate life. Soon after finding out that they were soulmates, they had immediately contacted their families who had later gathered together to celebrate the news. In merely weeks later, they were married, and they soon started their new life together as jet-setters as they both loved to travel and his job had allowed him to go to various places while she started her career as a travel journalist.

Namjoon remembers feeling happy to listen to her story then, before he looked around and started asking, “Where is your husband now? Is he with you on this trip, then?”

He would never forget the way her eyes had dimmed after hearing his question, and how she gave him a broken smile before finally answering him. “He is with me. Right here,” Yeori had said then as she lifted her hands, drawing his attention to the small antique wooden box that she had been holding. It had taken a moment for Namjoon to figure out what she had meant, thinking that she was carrying a gift at the time. But then she finally revealed to him with a broken voice that the box had contained her late husband’s ashes.

That night, they sat together for dinner at the ship’s main dining hall, where Yeori finally continued her story about the life that she had after she met her soulmate. “I fell in love with him the moment we met. We continued to spend the days of our trip together, to get to know each other, and then it was only when we were about to return to South Korea that he finally told me that he was born with a weak heart.”

Namjoon had kept his eyes on his old friend and past love affair partner while she kept talking, and he watched in awe how her eyes simply lit up when she was talking about the man that she loved.

“That was partly the reason why we got married so quickly, aside from us feeling too impatient to wait any longer,” she had said then with a soft giggle. But then once again a dark cloud came into her eyes when she started talking about her late husband’s illness.

“It was around two years ago when he came home from his regular checkup at the hospital with the news. We just came home from the Bahamas for his work trip and he had felt unwell for a whole week. I wasn’t there when the doctor broke out the news that his heart was growing weaker and that he no longer had much time left to live. We had looked for the possibility that a surgery could help him heal, but any kind of surgery, even transplanting a new heart inside him, would be too risky.”

Her story broke Namjoon’s heart, and it does still, but he would always be amazed at both Yeori’s and her late husband’s strength when they decided that the bad news wouldn’t slow them down.

“His love for travelling had come from his determination to never miss out on a chance to see the world before he would have to go, and that he would never put any second of his life for granted. So until he was deemed unable to travel, we continued going to more places, staying close to home on that last year he was still present until the final moments of his life which we spent together at his summer home.”

“I’m so sorry,” Namjoon had whispered to her then, to which Yeori only responded with a sad smile.

“Thank you. But I’m not sorry for the memories that we had and the love we shared.”

Namjoon simply nodded at her words, feeling envious of the deep devotion that she had experienced with her soulmate and silently wishing for his own. “But what had gotten you on this ship?” he finally asked then, inquiring to know what she had planned by joining the trip with her late husband’s ashes.

“He passed away not too long after our wedding anniversary,” she said, before explaining further. “It was on this very same cruise trip that he proposed to me, and he had promised that he would take me back on another trip to celebrate our special day. Except that he was already bedridden when the day came and we never had the chance to make his promise come true.”

Yeori sighed before she finally revealed her intention. “I made a vow on his deathbed that I would replace that promise by spreading his ashes at his most favourite place in the world. The ocean, and right from the deck where he asked me to marry him.”

Namjoon had responded with a smile, before he said to her, “You won’t have to do it alone.”

That night, they had finished up dinner with a few more glasses of wine while they continued to share the stories of their lives before moving to the top deck. They spent the rest of the night with Yeori reminiscing the memories of her late husband, while Namjoon shared about his success in bringing his dreams to life, and Yeori had listened to him the same way she did back in college when they spent their nights together thinking about the future.

When dawn came, Namjoon had stood with her, offering his silent support as Yeori sent what was remained from her late husband to be one with the wind, and he kept his distance while she shared her final goodbye for the man who had become a part of her soul.

Throughout the rest of the cruise ship, Namjoon and Yeori had remained close, spending the past week accompanying each other as Yeori slowly healed from her grief with Namjoon offering his friendly comfort. And now, as Namjoon watches the moment Yeori opens her eyes to look up at him, his chest is filled with relief and awe at what he sees.

While the sadness and grief are still present, shadowing her beautiful eyes as they glow under the sunlight, he can already begin to see the old part of Yeori that he had once become so familiar with and had come to admire in the past looking back at him. The fire and passion that she had always carried with her are beginning to show themselves, and her spirited soul that she had always allowed other people to see just by looking straight into her eyes is starting to make its presence known. And it glows even brighter when she smiles at him.

“Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks Namjoon, making him flustered for being caught ogling at her, though he covers it well with a chuckle as he shakes his head.

“No, there’s nothing wrong. I just like seeing you, is that so wrong for me to do?”

Yeori scoffs at him. “Not really, but other people might misunderstand what you’re up to.”

“Hah!” Namjoon laughs and teases her, “Let them think what they want. I’d rather look at you than look elsewhere. I also feel relieved that you’re looking much better. I’d say that shows that I’ve done a good job as your company during this trip.”

Laughing along with him, Yeori bumps against his side teasingly when her face burns under his teasing. “Hey, Namjoon?” she calls out to him after a while, and he returns her gaze curiously without a word. “Thank you for being here with me. It still baffles me that we came across each other on this cruise ship, but I’m really glad that we did.”

Namjoon smiles at her. “Same with me. I’m glad we met again,” he says in return, being completely honest about it too. Sometime in the middle of the week that they had spent together, Namjoon had realised how much he truly enjoyed her company. The past memory they had with each other may never be the same as to what they have now, but he welcomes the chance to rekindle their friendship wholeheartedly as he can feel himself healing and growing with her even through the short amount of time that they have.

“So—is the arrangement we made still on? You know, with the wedding?” Yeori suddenly questions him, reminding him of the promise that he had her made the night he offered to stay with her as she was to release her late husband’s ashes. That night, he had jokingly offered to make a deal with her, promising that he would accompany her during her small ceremony in setting her late husband free if she had agreed to be his company and plus one on your wedding day.

Pleased and surprised that she still remembers it, Namjoon chuckles softly. “Are you still up for it? You know that I was only joking, right?”

Yeori merely shrugs. “I don’t mind it. I love going to wedding parties,” she says, before smiling softly at him. “And since you were there when I said goodbye to my soulmate, I should offer you the same favour and be there to keep you company as you do the same with yours.”

Namjoon cannot help but smile as a warm feeling suddenly forms in his chest. Hiding this change of emotions that he is feeling, knowing that it seems to be growing at the wrong time, he simply wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her to his side in a friendly way that makes her laugh. “Fine, we’re still on,” he teasingly says, before his voice softens. “You’re a good friend, Yeori.”

Hearing this, Yeori laughs at him and places her arm around his waist to stay close. “Oh, I know,” she teasingly says, and Namjoon feels somewhat comfortable with her friendly banters, making it seem as if time does not exist and that nothing has truly changed since the day they parted ways in the past.

Looking down at Yeori and seeing her smile, he still cannot believe that she is actually here. Before he could stop himself, he imagines having her there to give him the support that he needs to be there at your wedding, to witness you embracing your happy ending with the man that you have chosen, and how her presence would be able to change everything. Though he cannot help but question if this chance encounter had truly meant to be.

The irony isn’t truly lost in him. Yeori had been there that night when he chose to walk away from the path that he was supposed to walk on with you. Even you still remember the sight of Namjoon taking her in his arms, taking the place that was meant to be yours. And here he is now, with his arms wrapped around Yeori in comfort. While his intention had not been the same as to what he felt that night many years ago, he knows that everything would come to a full circle should Yeori be present by his side when he arrives on your wedding day.

The flutter in his chest that comes from her proximity and her friendly teases shouldn’t be there. They shouldn’t be happening at this exact time and place, when things don’t seem to be in their favour. But there is a voice inside his head that keeps telling him not to fight it. And he is done fighting against any invisible force that may appear, anything that might indicate that the universe has yet to give up on him. But he doesn’t want to dwell too deep into it either when he has no idea if this feeling is the start of hope building inside him or if this is merely a case of wishful thinking.

For now, he just wants to enjoy her company and the beauty of the newly rekindled friendship blooming between him and his old fling. Things might change once they step down from this cruise ship. They may part ways and go on with their lives once your wedding weekend with Jungkook is over, or maybe they could keep this friendship and become each other’s support in the future.

Perhaps, they could even build something more, to rekindle not only their friendship, but also the trust and passion that they both had once shared. Whatever may happen between them once they get through this point, Namjoon will welcome all the possibilities with an open mind.

Deep down, he knows that fate must have had a hand in this reunion somehow. It couldn’t be a coincidence that he had crossed paths with the same person that had been a part of his story with you, even if she had never known anything about it until recently when he told her everything that had happened. Namjoon truly has no idea what fate has planned for him, yet he doesn’t find any need to even wonder or to question it.

This time, he is going to just wait and see to find out what kind of journey fate is going to take him on even in its most twisted ways.

This time, however, he would simply allow the universe to show him the way and have some faith, believing that he would one day find his own happy ending.

➬ Author’s Note | And we have finally come to the end of this story. As we say goodbye to these beloved characters, I just want to take my time to express my gratitude to every single one of you, the readers, who have been with me throughout this journey. Thank you, tremendously, for every single love, every single comment and feedback, to every kudos and likes that you have given to this story to show your support. I would have never been able to finish this story and to get to this point if not for your support. Thank you for being here and for choosing to dive into this little adventure that I have created. Until next time, see you in the next story. Xoxo, Dia.

➬ Bonus: 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

OC and Jungkook: a cluster of Heliotrope — meaning eternal love, devotion (Forever with you)

❥ Originally commissioned by @namgishope

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03 // series m.list

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years

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mistakes we knew we were making | knj

young, careless, and in love. that's how mistakes are made.

✨ title: mistakes we knew we were making | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ word count: 1.9k | ✨ rating: pg-13 ✨ genre/au: slice of life, marriage!au, failed marriage, divorce!au, exes!au, angst, romance ✨ warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol consumption ✨ song: as the crow flies by clare bowen & sam palladio ✨ a/n: this is just a small little one-shot for joonie’s birthday. i’m a sucker for romance and angst? idk why lol. this probably isn’t the best thing i’ve written but i wanted to get something out for my joonie’s birthday. also, thank you to @cherrysoulth for being my beta and always being so encouraging with your cute little comments. ily.

Kim Namjoon.

It's easy to fall in love with him. He's smart, witty, handsome, and also a complete dork. Who wouldn't fall for him? They'd be a fool not to.

He practically swept you off your feet with his words. It didn't take much to notice him amongst his group of friends. You could tell he was different - in a good way, and you were right.

After several late-night talks into the wee hours of the morning, you discover the uncanny similarities between the pair of you - both idealistic, which became a bad thing. The two of you were constantly amused by daydreams, egging each other on without actually putting yourselves to good use and making your dreams happen.

Emotions ran deep for you and him. While he was good at expressing and communicating everything he felt, it was the complete opposite for you. He never liked how you shut him out, keeping him at bay from your emotions and thoughts.

Namjoon was brilliant, sometimes too brilliant, which intimidated you, and at times, you felt he was too good for you. You were brilliant and impressive in other ways, too; that's how the pair of you fit together so well.

He also had a way with words. His use of language made you marvel with heart eyes whenever he spoke. You could sit there and listen to him ramble on and on about humanity, injustices happening around the world, or a new random obsession he came to adore. So, in your eyes, he could do no wrong.

Twenty-one years old, and the pair of you were fools. Fools, so in love - coming up with ridiculous ideas, leading to spontaneous trips, insane, passionate sex, and heated arguments. But all these things made you love Namjoon and want to continue on this path of romance and destruction.

"We should get married," Namjoon casually suggested while the two of you were at breakfast, almost choking on your buttered toast.

"What did you just say?" You needed confirmation to make sure you didn't hear things. The two of you joked here and there, calling each other hubby and wifey for the hell of it, but you didn't think he was legit thinking about actually getting married.

Some of you found it thrilling and exciting, and you looked at your ring finger for a split second. You loved the thought of being claimed by Kim Namjoon - that you were his and no one else's.

He put down his fork and intently looked into your eyes, "Let's do it. I love you, and you love me. Easy peasy, pumpkin squeezy." Namjoon grabbed his fork again, chewing down his toast and a piece of bacon.

You stared at him blankly. Actually, no, it's probably not that easy. There were a lot of things one needed to do if one wanted to get married - like a marriage license. You were practical, and Namjoon was not.

"You're kidding me, right?"

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, "Does it look like I'm kidding, wifey?"

You let out a sigh. Whenever Namjoon set his mind on something, he wouldn't let it go, no matter how outrageous the idea was.

"What about our taxes?"

He laughed. "You're worried about how we're going to file taxes?"

You scoffed, "Well, one of us has to be realistic right now because I think you've had one too many bottomless mimosas today."

One too many mimosas later, and the pair of you found yourself down at city hall, signing your marriage license. Since this was so last minute, you returned to the restaurant to grab the hostess who was getting off work to be your witness at your civil ceremony. Confused as hell, but she also wanted to see whether the two of you would last, so she agreed to this insane scheme.

The two of you looked pretty decent for your last-minute wedding. Namjoon looked dapper in his dark blue sweater and black dress pants while you were in a white sundress. The hostess, Lana, picked up a bouquet from the random guy on the street corner and, in addition, grabbed two ring pops on the way before catching up to the pair of you.

It was perfect.

…until it wasn't.

"I don't see the same person I loved when I look at you anymore," Namjoon said with sadness.

Your bags were packed and ready to go—three years of marriage down the drain. And you didn't want to say it, but were these years wasted?

"That's because I'm not the same stupid 21-year-old girl you once knew. I've grown up Namjoon, and so should you. We can't keep living in dreams that never come true."

Life took a turn, and somehow you ended up in New York City, where Namjoon was rumored to be. You didn't keep up with him after the two of you separated. Why would you? You deleted all your socials and had a new circle of friends, and there was no need to know about his life other than that you heard he remarried shortly after the two of you were officially divorced.

It was not surprising at all. He was always the romantic in your relationship, and you figured he was still young. He should get remarried, and you had hoped the next person would be everything he dreamed of and more.

But every now and again, you'd be reminded of Namjoon. There was no escaping him, whether it was a book you think he'd like, or an ad for a new art exhibit rolling into town - a part of him continued to linger throughout the years you were without him.

When your boss threw a launch party for their newest book, you had no choice but to attend, you were their latest editor, so you needed to make your rounds and kiss up to people.

The newest book titled 'Mistakes We Knew We Were Making' by RM was all the rage for the autobiographical fiction genre - a masterpiece, some would say. You didn't have a chance to read it yet, but it was on your list.

Your heart dropped when you walked in, seeing Kim Namjoon chatting with your boss. He looked up and caught your eye, and you being you, quickly darted amongst the crowd.

When you found an empty hallway to simmer down, the breath you were holding in was finally released, but it wasn't long before you heard someone calling for you. "Ah, there you are! Come on! You need to meet the author."

You flashed a thin smile to your boss. You'd be okay. It was just Kim Namjoon, your ex-husband. No biggie. You had no idea why he was here, but you were sure you'd find out sooner or later.

Immediately, your eyes spotted Namjoon amidst the crowd; it was hard not to notice him when he was practically a foot taller than the sea of women surrounding him. And, of course, he was as gorgeous as ever - his chest virtually swelling underneath the black turtleneck he was sporting, and his hair, god, his hair. It was at your favorite length - long enough to tug and pull while–

Okay, no–stop thinking about your ex-husband and yourself in compromising positions.

Your boss continued beelining her way towards Namjoon while you followed closely behind.

No.

He can't–he can't be the author, could he? RM? Was it a pen name? Is this what he was up to all these years? Did he finally make his dreams come true?

With Namjoon's dimpled chuckle charming the panties off of the women around him, he looked up at your boss when she made her way through the sea of women clawing at a piece of him. Elena, your boss, stepped aside to introduce you to who you assumed was the author of the hour.

Were you hoping he was just an acquaintance of your boss? Perhaps.

Well, only because you knew if he was, in fact, RM, the author, the publishing company would continue to work with him if he produced more manuscripts.

Namjoon smiled, dimly letting your name roll off his tongue, which made your boss narrow her eyes, taking a second look at the two of you.

"Do you two know each other? Elena asked with curiosity laced in her tone.

"We…uh, go way back," you answered vaguely, without going into further detail. You were sure Elena would ask later to get the full scoop on you and her new author.

Namjoon leaned in. "It's good to see you, baby," he whispered smugly.

You shook your head. His arrogance was also another thing that got him into trouble.

As the night continued, you did your best to mingle and stay clear of Namjoon. You knew you'd have to talk to him at some point, but did it have to be at your company's party?

"So, how's your wife?" You asked when he sat next to you at the bar counter, and you wanted to get that question out early to set your boundaries in case he had any ideas.

Namjoon chuckled, "Divorced."

"Guess you couldn't keep her satisfied either," you teased, waving the bartender down and placing your and Namjoon's drink order with him.

Namjoon was fantastic in bed, so you were sure that wasn't the issue.

He shook his head, "No, that wasn't it."

"Oh?" You questioned, wondering what happened between the two but didn't want to pry. It was none of your business.

Again, Namjoon knew how you functioned, and you weren't going to ask, so he wanted to tell you instead. "She wasn't you," he said casually before thanking the bartender for his drink.

It was hard suppressing the smile creeping up. He always knew the right things to say, but this time, you didn't know if he was genuine or not. "Wasn't me, huh? Joonie, we were disastrous together."

He didn't deny your claim because it was mostly true. But to him, that's what made him feel alive. He missed the daydreams and adventures, the unknowns of the future - and life with his most recent ex-wife became boring, ordinary, predictable. To be honest, he couldn't stop thinking about you and where the two of you would be today if you had stayed together.

After taking a sip of your cocktail and swirling it around in your glass, you turned to Namjoon, your knees slightly brushing against his side. "Do you think we would have found each other in an alternate timeline?" You asked while continuing to swivel on the bar stool.

He quickly peered in your direction, smiling at the drink before him, mimicking you by swirling his glass around, shifting his position so his knees were now brushing against yours., "I don't know, maybe?"

Namjoon knew how much you loved entertaining the thought of different timelines and alternate universes - the what-ifs, the maybes, the what could have been. He was amused that it was still your thing after all these years.

"Do you think we would have made the same mistakes?" You asked, tapping the side of your glass, unsure of why you even asked in the first place. It's not like you were looking for an answer.

Namjoon chuckled before taking a sip of his whiskey, grimacing at the last drops sliding down his throat. He stood up, and you assumed he didn't want to have this conversation with you anymore, and you'd completely understand if he didn't. It's hard rehashing the past.

You looked at him with a thin smile, letting him know that it was okay if he wanted to leave. You didn't need an answer, and it was just nice being in his presence again.

He placed his hand on the back of your stool, leaning in. "In whatever timeline or universe we're in, I'd choose to keep making the same mistakes if it meant crossing paths with you."

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mykoreanlove · 25 days

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my only one

Your engagement party was a full blast - the pittoreske venue was filled with the people you loved most. Everybody was dancing, drinking and celebrating your upcoming wedding.

You had been shaking firm hands and giving out heartfelt hugs all night long, so you snuck out onto the balcony to take a break.

The balcony was covered in golden fairy lights, slightly illuminating the breathtaking view in front of you.

You didn’t turn around as you noticed the door open, you had a gut feeling who it would be.

Strong arms hugged you from behind and a raspy voice whispered in your ear - your home had found you.

„Hey“, he whispered, „you okay?“

You nodded silently and grabbed his arm, squeezing lightly.

„Am now“, you smiled.

Namjoon chuckled and hid his face in the crook of your neck, resting silently for a moment or two.

„You know… you can still say no.“, he stated nervously.

You laughed out loud, filling his ear with the vibration of your amusement.

„Now why would I do that?“

Namjoon hugged you even tighter, merging into one once more.

„So you really mean it, huh?“

„Joon, you’re stuck with me. Forever.“

„Forever? Really?“

„Yes, you dumbass, forever. Were you really doubting?“

He let out a deep sigh, as if he was finally releasing the anxiety he carried in his heart.

„It’s just that sometimes I feel like this is too good to be true. You’re too good to be true, y/n.“

You pushed his head back gently and turned around, looking up into his saddened eyes.

„Listen up, big boy. I love you and you love me. It’s supposed to feel this good.“

You saw his cheeks redden, as he averted his gaze embarrassed. You reached for his big hands and squeezed them as tightly as you could.

„I’m not running away, Joon. I know you are the one for me.“

He turned to face you and smiled warmly.

„The one?“

Namjoon was a confident man, taking extreme pride in his talents and intellect but the slightest doubt could turn him into an anxious mess. Especially if the doubt was about you.

You nodded cheerfully, while making your point.

„When did you realize?“

„Pretty early on“, you said and turned around again, observing the beautiful landscape in front of you.

„Hey, wait. Tell me when! Please, y/n“, he whined into your ear as his arms found your waist again.

You let your head fall back against his broad chest and smiled, remembering those days fondly.

„Do you remember when we first met? How we used to be?“

He nodded.

„We were inseparable back then, always hanging out with each other or calling or texting. It felt like we were obsessed with getting to know each other“, you mused happily.

„That didn’t change“, he said as he left soft kisses on your neck.

„One time when we were on the phone we had a conversation that sealed the deal for me. From then on I just knew that I would marry you some day.“

„What did I say, baby?“

„Oh god, I can actually quote it. How lame am I?“, you laughed embarrassed.

„The lamest. But I love you for that“, he chuckled against your skin. „Now tell me.“

„You said you were proud of me. It was super random and I didn’t understand why. I had to ask for clarification.“, you reminisced.

„Wait, I remember that call.“

You stayed silent for a second, replaying the situation in your mind.

„I am proud of you because you’re doing so great, y/n. Eating your veggies. Drinking your water. Taking your vitamins. Going for walks. Taking care of your mind. Staying positive. That deserves all my proud, y/n.“, you quoted him.

Namjoon stood quietly behind you, already knowing where this was going.

„I didn’t tell you at the time but I was facing a lot of shit. A lot of heavy stuff that made my life a living hell. And I was not doing fine. At all. Taking care of myself, even the simplest things, were a heavy burden to me. But I was trying my best and yet somehow you caught that.“

You turned around once more and looked into his loving eyes, stroking his cheek as you exclaimed your love for him.

„You didn’t need me to articulate my pain. You just knew. It’s like you saw right through me and decided to stay anyway. To give me my time to come to you instead of pressuring me into telling you.“

Namjoon‘s eyes were filled with tears as he listened closely, this was the first time you ever spoke about it that candidly.

„You sensed the war within me and provided me with peace. To me, Joonie, there’s no greater act of love. And I promise to return that love every single day. If you let me.“

Namjoon wiped away the tears hastily, but you stopped him.

You reached up to him and kissed him, tasting his salty tears on his sweet lips. In this moment you were sure that this wouldn’t be the last time for salty kisses but you didn’t mind. As long as you got him by your side, you were good.

Your Joon. Your home. Your only one.

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cheeseceli · 28 days

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Namjoon Kisses

He kisses your forehead while you are asleep. It's light enough for you to not wake up, but so full of love that you could smile while dreaming. During those times he would always say how he loves you and how he is lucky to have you in his life. He doesn't think he's ready to tell you that just yet, at least not when you are awake, but he confesses to you every night. He hopes that the way you hug him closer means that you love him too.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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astayinwonderland · 4 months

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Silk and Fire - Chapter 5

pairing: namjoon x f.reader , jungkook x f. reader

summary: you try to spend all of your time with namjoon but things go south once jungkook shows up at your house

word count: 3.3k

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

status: ongoing

You can read about this story and other chapters here.

warnings: use and mentions of alcohol, cheating, consensual intercourse, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (pls don't), cursing, mentions of jealousy, reader goes to a bar, LGBTQ+ themes.

It’s been two weeks.

Two weeks since you’ve seen or heard from Jungkook, or anyone from the group, even Camille. You decided you should fill your days and nights with that one person, your one and only, your significant other, Namjoon. It was a mistake to let Jungkook trap you in Hoseok’s guest bathroom like that. You should have never let him touch you, the way you basically melted under his touch was wrong. Very wrong.

So now here you are, feeling another man’s touch. Your man. Lazy make-out sessions with Namjoon are a slice of heaven on Earth. The way his fingertips dance on your skin creating patterns along your arms and thighs is mesmerising and you are drunk on him. His essence, his smell, his lips on yours… Everything about Namjoon is warm and safe, it’s home.

The sun barely creeps into your shared bedroom, your curtain blinds blocking most of the light. Namjoon smiles against your lips as your hands palm his very evident erection.

“What’s with you lately?” he asks but continues kissing you.

“Mmmmm… nothing. What do you mean?” you lie, you know exactly what he means.

“You are all over me lately. Am I being rewarded for something?”

“… being the best boyfriend ever,” you reply and kiss him deeply. Not letting him question anything else.

Namjoon surrenders to you, his strong hands slightly pushing you down to the bed. Pepper kisses land on your jaw, your neck and shoulders. He strips you off your pyjamas and the look on his face when you are completely naked under him is glorious. Lips curved into a smile, his adoring eyes turn dark with lust as he moves his mouth to your core.

Namjoon starts slowly and temptingly, his dangerous tongue licking your entrance, taking his time. He goes all the way to your clit, subtly sucking on it and then his attention is returned to your needy cunt. He hums in approval as he tastes your arousal, your folds already covered in it. It’s the most perfect nectar to his lips.

“I wanna drown right here,” he dips his tongue inside your warm cunt. His tongue, expert on how to make you cum again and again, goes in and out of you as his nose presses on your clit with every movement.

Namjoon spits in your hole, a combination of his saliva and your juices make squelching sounds as he adds two fingers inside you.

“Fuck, Joonie…” you let a breathy moan out.

With his fingers curling inside you, the tension in your lower stomach grows and your pussy clenches around his fingers.

“Not yet, babe, I want you to cum with me.”

Namjoon slips his fingers out of you making you whine at your now empty cunt. But that ends when he licks his fingers and then places them over your parted lips. Your tongue mimics what he did before, however, you end up sucking your boyfriend’s fingers, tasting yourself in the process.

You take off his boxer shorts and your entire body seems to be on fire when Namjoon’s cock springs free. His red tip begging for attention and he is hard, you don’t want him inside you, you need him inside you.

Spreading your legs you welcome him to enter you. This hand taps your thigh for you to wrap your legs around him. The tip of his cock grazes your clit and you are done with the teasing. Taking the matter into your own hands, you reach Namjoon’s rock-hard cock and you guide it to your entrance. Both of you moan as he completely sinks into you.

Deep and slow, his cock glides in but not entirely out of you, keeping your cunt full– so full of him. The feeling is so good, so pleasurable, it is hard for you to form a coherent sentence. Your full focus is grabbing Namjoon’s ass, pulling him as close to you as possible. You want to feel every single inch of him. How a veiny cock pulsates inside you, making you scream for it, scream for him.

Your hands, desperate now, reach for Namjoon’s hair, pulling him into yet another kiss that goes from sweet to sloppy. His lips and tongue land on your jawline, chin, and back to your lips as your hips now raise to meet with his. The groans that were once stuck in his throat are now very audible as you both increase the speed at which you chase your climaxes.

“You gonna cum with me, babe? You close?” he says in your ear, his voice incredibly low and hoarse.

“Yesyesyes… make me cum,” you leave little kisses on his neck.

As your climax approaches you shut your eyes, heightening the feeling of your boyfriend’s weight on top of you and the little moans he lets out as he fucks you. Namjoon’s hips thrust hard and as you open your eyes, tears fall. You cry as a string of curses leave your lips, you are cuming, harder than last night. Harder than yesterday and harder than the day before that.

“Babe, fuck– ugh fuckfuck!” Namjoon cums with a muffled moan as he plants kisses to your temple and cheek.

Namjoon looks at you, cock softening, his load buried in you. His lips curve in a smile, eyes again lovingly scanning your face, trying to read your expression. You can’t help but cover your eyes with your hands. You’ve decided to restrict yourself to only interacting with Namjoon these two weeks because he deserves the world. Your little JK thing had to stop. Nevertheless, you can’t shake the thought of the red lingerie set he sent you, which is now hidden in your side of the cupboard.

Guilt makes your skin crawl, but that goes away when after such a mind-blowing orgasm, Namjoon gives you a chaste kiss on the lips. You could stay here forever, but that was not the case.

After a long hot shower together, it dawned on you that you couldn’t stay in this Namjoon bubble forever. Someday you had to face reality and that day was today. Namjoon is going away, on a business trip, and even though your love for him is real, you don’t trust yourself.

“Do you really, really need to go? Can’t you have a video call or something?” you sit on the couch watching as he puts his luggage near the door.

“I do need to go. Only three days ok, babe?” he gives you a smile. That beautiful smile warms your heart and makes you swoon.

“Okay three days,” you reply.

Namjoon walks to you and cups your face. He lets the image of you engrave on his brain for the days he is going to be away. He wishes he were more present, he really cherished these two weeks where it felt like the two of you just started dating, but he just had to leave. So he pulls you into a kiss, firmly pressing his lips to yours.

As you wave goodbye, you feel that heaviness in your chest and you just know it is time to go back to bed. Trying to sleep it off might help, after all, and there is nothing urgent that needs to get done.

Your bed is cold as you climb on it. Has it always been this cold? You make yourself comfortable, putting pillows around you in an attempt to feel less lonely. Blinds now closed, you let yourself sleep, trusting that three days will fly by.

The subconscious never lies and it loves to play tricks on one’s mind, and you are no exception. Your dreams get steamier and you are not exactly aware of what’s going on. There are hands all over your body. One specifically makes its way to your mouth, getting two tattooed fingers in it making you moan as drool starts to fall down your chin. You feel the opposite side of your bed sink at the weight of your new companion.

With your eyes still closed, your hand reaches the body that now lays beside you.

“Jungkook?” your voice is sleepy and tired.

“Jungkook!?” Camille answers perplexed.

Your eyes rapidly open at the sound of your best friend’s voice. A rush of thoughts comes to your head, thinking about how to excuse yourself.

“I– I just…”

“It’s time to stop your personal house arrest. We are going out,” she pats your head and wink.

“Ugh… honestly, Cam, you scared me,” you rub your eyes, trying to fully wake up. It’s been hours since Namjoon left. Where did time go?

“I miss you, I haven’t seen you in forever. I know you miss Joon and all, but we have a date, and people are expecting us,” Camille hops off the bed and starts going through your clothes which hang perfectly neatly on your side of the cupboard.

You decide to get up, there is no fighting Camille. Besides, you could use the distraction.

“Ooh but what do we have here? Oh My God, babes, you got it!”

Your head spins so fast to find Camille with the delicate red lace underwear in her hands. Yes, Jungkook’s gift.

“Ummm, yes,” you lie. “I got it,” you make your way to her and put them back in their hiding place.

“Well, put some makeup on. We leave in 20!”.

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For the entire cab ride you kept asking Camille what was she up to and she didn’t reveal much. You figured you would go to a bar and she would make you dance your worries away. The good thing is you were actually right, in a way. To your surprise, you were joining two lovely people at the bar.

“So why did you put yourself on house arrest?” with a smirk drawn on his lips he sips his drink.

“She said she just didn’t feel like going out,” Jimin answers Taehyung the same question for the nth time, earning an eye roll from him.

“Okay, okay. But we were looking forward to seeing you! You know you are my favourite,” Taehyung winks at you playfully.

“I thought I was your favourite,” Camille comes back to the table with drinks… 8 shots to be exact. How did she manage to carry these? It will always remain a mystery.

“No, you’re my favourite,” Jimin adds laughing.

Camille sweetly kisses his cheek and then proceeds to give each one of you two shots.

“Don’t ask what’s in them, just drink. Cheers!”

You watch as everyone takes their shots, grateful for this moment where you truly feel blissful. For the first time in days, you don’t feel anxious or guilty. Namjoon has great friends, despite his agitated life. It would be wrong if you ruined everything. You have no idea how you could forgive yourself if you did anything remotely close to breaking that man’s heart. These sober thoughts get mixed with the alcohol in your system as more drinks come to the table.

“Let’s dance?” Taehyung extends his hand to you.

You can feel the alcohol slightly teasing your brain now. The vibration of the music gives you goosebumps, and the lights are a tad bit brighter. Accepting Tehyung’s hand, you are guided by him to the dance floor where other groups of friends and couples are dancing. A couple catches your attention as they seductively make out right in front of you. The two men shamelessly grope their bodies together not minding the crowd around them.

“You know them?” Taehyung’s voice is in your ear now.

“No,” you resume your dancing.

Taehyung keeps his careful eyes on you the entire time, making sure you don’t bump into anyone else. His hands are carefully on your waist as he spins you to the music. You look back at the couple who are not less handsy. The temperature seems to rise by the second when you feel a pair of eyes looking intently. Jimin’s eyes look at you from the table as he takes another shot with Camille. His expressionless face makes you turn to Taehyung.

“Is he… jealous?” you ask.

“He is always jealous, don’t worry,” he laughs. There is a spark in his eyes and now you understand why everyone is so obsessed with these two.

From the distance, you see another girl approach Camille. Are they friends? She seems a bit too handsy.

“Shall we head back?” you ask and Taehyung is already leading the way back to the table.

“...yeah, sorry but I’m engaged,” Camille says a bit too loud showing off her ring. “You’re gorgeous by the way!”

The girl in the pixie haircut apologises and joins a group of people on the dance floor. It seems she does know the hot steamy couple you saw earlier.

“You are getting married and still have people flirt with you,” Jimin says with his eyes glued on Taehyung who pretends to not notice such an intense glare.

“What can I say… I still have it, but I am joining your chosen family forever,” Camille pokes Jimin on the shoulder.

The tension could be cut with a knife now as silence falls over the table. Jimin now looks down, thinking if he should let his intrusive thoughts win, and of course, they do.

“If you had to choose anyone but Yoongi, who would you choose?” he finally says.

You cough in response, not expecting this question at all.

“Hmmmm… between the seven of you?” Camille asks.

“Yes,” Taehyung answers as he leans towards her, getting interested in the new turn the night has taken.

“Well… probably Seokjin–”

“Jin!?” you exclaim.

“Yeah, he is really fun,”

“He is like the complete opposite of Yoongi,” Jimin laughs.

“Well, who would you choose?” Camille asks.

Jimin shakes his head.

“Taehyung should go first. Who?” and there is something in Jimin’s voice that makes you even more intrigued by what Taehyung has to say.

“I’d choose her,” Taehyung puts an arm around you.

Jimin rolls his eyes but smiles at you.

“...from the seven.”

“Maybe Namjoon.”

Your mouth falls open as you turn to Taehyun.

“Really? Namjoon?” you ask quite surprised, to be honest. But Taehyung only gives you a sweet smile.

“Your turn!” Camille says, but you shake your head, which makes everything suddenly spin. The alcohol has caught up with your night.

“C’mon, beautiful. We’ll say it at the same time. Deal?” Jimin encouraged you and although you know they mean no harm, you know this is dangerous territory.

“One… Two… Three…”

“Jungkook,” you blurt out at the same time. Your voice overlaps Jimin’s making him laugh uproarously.

“Huh! Who would have thought?” Camille looks at you impressed. “The tattoos?”

You just cover your face in embarrassment and everyone knows at this point it is time to go home.

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The next day came with plenty of things to do around the house and you worked from home. Camille had sent a list of things to help out as part of your Maid of Honour duties, you were more than happy to do these because one, this is your best friend's wedding and you want it to be just as she wants it. Two, it will keep your head from overthinking.

You’ve Facetimeed Namjoon twice already, making sure he confirmed he was coming home tomorrow. It is not the healthiest thing to be so dependent on him, you already know that. But the fact that he is away is almost making you physically ill.

Your phone rings and you’re sure it’s him. As you reach out to answer:

Incoming Call: JK

You have to be fucking kidding me.

You put the phone down and walk to the kitchen to get water. He can’t be calling you right now. What the hell does he want?

The ringing of your doorbell startles you as it echoes around the house. You don’t need to ask or check who it is, you already know. As you open the door he turns around to meet you. His hair was long enough to be put in a ponytail. He shows you a big smile which is erased as soon as you don’t return it.

“Hi,” his voice is small, almost completely muted but the motor of his car that is parked outside.

“You shouldn’t be here, Jungkook–” You reach to close the door but he stops you.

“Please, I just want to talk. I need to show you something,” his eyes pleading. You try to avoid looking into them, you know you would say yes if you did.

“I don’t know… it’s very very late and it looks like it might rain.”

“It will take 10 minutes I promise…”

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A 6-ish minute car ride later, you find yourself at the top of a little hill in your neighbourhood. You had no idea it had such an interesting view of the city lights. It even had two wooden benches for people to sit down and admire the view. You could easily drive by and not pay much attention to it, but the way the trees aligned in this specific part of the hill, created a natural arch that blocked some of the street lights. This made the spot perfect for stargazing as well.

“Why are we here?”

Jungkook is the first to sit on the bench, but you don’t follow—the greater the distance the better.

“I wanted to show you my favourite place on this side of the city. I used to come here often to think or when I couldn’t sleep… I– also owe you an apology.”

He stayed silent for a minute, gathering his thoughts, and trying to find the right words to say.

“I am sorry for–” but Jungkook stops himself and for the first time in the night you look at him in the eye.

“Actually… I am not sorry. Like I am, but I am not. Not really. I have always loved and respected my friends, but when I want something– someone… I fight for it.”

“Jungkook?” you take a step back as his fingers brush yours. Jungkook stands up to have a better look at you.

Little droplets of water start to fall from the sky. They land on your head, your shoulders, and suddenly everywhere. Probably a heavenly warning that you should run far away from this man, but your feet seem to be glued to the ground as his fingers now intertwine with yours. With his eyes staring into yours he raises your hand to his lips as he starts planting kisses on the back of your hand.

“Jungkook… no–” you whisper. But even though these are the words that leave your mouth, your body doesn’t obey.

Your free hand caress his cheek, an invitation for him to come closer. Rain pours now, cold, hard, the raindrops almost hurting you, but neither of you seems to care. So you firmly plant a kiss on his lips. You hear him moan as his lips part to kiss you as he has wanted to kiss you since he first saw you stuck on those revolving doors.

His hands on your back pull you closer to him, he wants to cover you with his body. You finally parted your lips for him. You don’t think. Everything happens so fast, your heartbeat quickens as you get to taste him, to feel almost consumed by him. Jungkook prays his will is strong enough to wait until you ask him to fuck you. But now his hand is on your neck, giving him better access to deepen the kiss.

The heavy rain muffles the little cry that escapes you, but sinning never felt so good, it shouldn’t feel so good. Tiny sparks of electricity course through your veins and it seems you’ve never felt this alive before. The kiss breaks, leaving you both breathless, speechless. Until–

“Do that again,” you say.

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a/n: This is pure ✨fiction✨- this took me a while but I truly had a blast writing it. lmk if you want to be in the taglist.

taglist: @paramedicnerd004 | @darkuni63 | @bangtans-momma | @diorh0seokie

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fruitmins · 11 months

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Victory | Namjoon

➭ summary: Namjoon is a wolf hybrid who has a dark past with humans that ultimately landed him in a boxing ring, so he tries his very hardest to hate every single one of them. Even his mate, who happens to be a human nurse who works for the boxing ring. But everything changes when he finds you bleeding out with marks all around you..

➭genre: hybrid x reader, drabble, angst, mate au

➭warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of killing, he gets protective real quick, hybrid abuse, a couple had words, the ending…

➭note: finals week Tuesday. i hate everything

“You’re winner, by knockout. RM!” Muffled cheers filled his stiff bloody wolf ears as the announcer dramatically swung his arm in the air.

No one cared about the other unconscious hybrid who was in a pool of his own blood on the other side of the cage. RM didn’t either. It wouldn’t be the first time he would have killed someone in the ring. The only thing he cared about was victory. The victory that would land him dinner and a day off.

Despite it being in his stage name, RM wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t always like this. He used to care about other things before he was shoved into the cage. Forced to entertain and damage himself and other for human entertainment.

RM spit out a wad of blood that had gathered in his mouth. He didn’t smile at the cheers, because they weren’t necessarily for him. It was for the people who had won money from bets.

“Alright let’s go.” A nasty shriveled male voice told him over the screams as he was yanked by the air and dragged by two men with vest and face masks to his room.

RM thought they were bold for their harsh movements. He had just beaten a lion hybrid to a plump, surely he could take them out. They should respect him. But the taser had boosted their ego. Tasers did damage, especially after a bloody match. That was the only thing stopping RM from clawing their face off as they shoved him in his small room.

Unlike when he lost, he was put in a room with lights. There was a semi-comfortable bed and old tv. That’s what winners get. A bed, tv and dinner. Losers get a dark black cold space where you sit and are placed on a list till a nurse sees you.

Since this was RM’s fifth win in a row he was placed higher on the list and his nurse came only thirty minutes later.

He could smell you as you came down the hall. Your calm and sweet scent filled his nostrils rather quickly. It always stood out from the other nurses. One of the reasons were that unlike you, other nurses hated treating such a beast like himself. They always smelled nervous and afraid.

Of course another main reason was that your scent was stronger than anyone else’s to him. Simply because you were his mate. There was no other way around it. His wolf had practically screamed it at him the first time you came to treat him. He’d never forget the upset and startled look on your face when he had suddenly jumped away from you with a growl.

You didn’t treat him that day, but he made a promise to never frighten you again. Instead he’d stay still while you treated him, answering your questions about his lungs or feet when you needed him too. It started a habit of you blabbering to him, either about his match or things on your mind. Human Namjoon wouldn’t admit it, but something inside calmed him whenever you spoke. There was a sense of calmness from you that transferred to him whenever you talked for to long.

Which was exactly what you did the minute you entered the room.

“Good evening, Namjoon.” You said with a sweet voice as you peeked your head through the door. Once you saw his familiar muscular build you came in, shutting the door.

He silently bowed to you, something in him telling him to be respectful. Like everyone else you had a taser on you but never used it. For you, it was as if it wasn’t attached to your hip. And unlike everyone else, you didn’t call him RM. You called him his actual name. How you found out he didn’t know.

“Congrats on the win.” You said once your light body hit the edge of the bed. “I heard a bunch of people doubting you. That you could never get up to five wins in a row, especially against a lion hybrid.” Your voice was mocking as you playfully rolled your eyes at whoever you were talking about.

“But I didn’t doubt you..” there was proudness in your tone and your words made him tense. He shouted at his wolf not to dance because of your praise. “You know you could beat the record for most wins in a row. It’s only seven.”

It was always weird how you were so comfortable about the fact that he almost tortured people for a living. So comfortable around him when he had almost killed a man a half hour ago.

He always wondered how you got yourself mixed into the mess. You could have been a doctor with your skills. So why weren’t you?

He tried not to dwell to much on you. Caring for humans almost killed him. He couldn’t make the same mistake, even if you were different.

“I can’t believe they haven’t gotten you your dinner yet.” You stated as you treated his knuckles. He didn’t flinch at the alcohol that poured onto his cuts before your wrapped it.

“Anything hurt? Teeth? Lungs? Feet? Legs? Tail?” You asked him routinely as you held up a water bottle. Without asking, Namjoon opened his mouth as you poured the water into his mouth. He stared at you curiously as you filled some water in his mouth before stopping.

He didn’t swallow it, swishing the water around his sore mouth before spitting it into a plastic cup that you were now holding. Water and a bit of blood came back.

“No pain.” He spoke for the first time, his voice coming back rough and deep as you hummed. “That’s a relief.” You whispered and he looked down, trying to keep his emotions in check. Why did you care so much about his condition? Probably because he was making you money no less.

“I’ll cry the day you break a bone.” You huffed and his ears twitched. You had been saying things that hinted you cared about him lately. He didn’t believe you, not for a second. But it still caught him off guard. And somehow, he did not like the thought of your beautiful doe eyes being red from crying. He’d have to be extra careful.

“Why would you cry?” He couldn’t help but ask. You were a nurse for God’s sake. You even treated the people he beat. Why would him breaking a bone be so horrible?

“I don’t know, I’ve never been good with seeing friends or people I know hurt. My dad came home with a broken leg once and I almost threw up.” You answered unfazed by his sudden interest. But this made him more curious. Friend? Were they friends? Maybe he was overreacting.

You talked about your dad sometimes. Not a bunch but more than you talked about your mother, which surprised him since you were so girlish and respectful. Who taught you that if not a mother?

“This’ll hurt.” You state before putting some alcohol on a cut that was on his forehead. It stung a little, but he didn’t flinch. He just watched your concentrated face as you worked your magic. He could admit that you were pretty, but even pretty humans couldn’t be trusted.

“I don’t know why but, I feel more comfortable around you than the other hybrids. Like, warm and fuzzy.. Is that weird?” You suddenly spoke as you planted a small bandaid on the cut.

Namjoon didn’t answer, instead he just looked away shamefully. No, it wasn’t weird. It was because they were mates. They were bonding. Namjoon had let his guard down and bonded with his human mate.

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Two days later, he got his sixth win.

There were louder cheers when he won this match. He could tell people were getting more hype the more he fought. Your words came back to him. The thought of beating the record on everyone’s minds. The bullied rookie no longer stood. People no longer booed when he won. They screamed and blasted confetti. He didn’t know why, but he had become a fan favorite.

But still, you were his biggest fan of them all. You practically came skipping into the room forty minutes after the win. He could smell your excitement down the hall, but something else he could sense in your smell.

Another hybrid. Male. Lion.

His wolf hated it. He hated it. The smell made his nose burn and the thought of some other hybrid being all over his mate made his jaw clench. Especially a Lion.

“Good evening, superstar.” You greeted him with a smile, despite his nasty expression. “Everyone’s talking about you breaking the record. No pressure but I’d be big if you do. Just one more and you’ll tie and that’s already a huge accomplishment.” You we’re quick to ramble this time as you sat at the edge of the bed.

He hesitated to meet you at the edge like usual. He’d go crazy if he smelt more lion. You noticed and frowned as you looked at him with a confused expression.

“You stink.” He answered your wordless question with in a rough and disgusted tone. He could fight through a lot of things (literally) but not this. It was actually starting to make him ill in the chest.

“I took a shower this morning..” you mumbled to yourself taking your confused eyes away from him to look down at your visible skin.

You wore a tight pink shirt and paired it with a medium length white skirt that somehow wasn’t stained. A skinny black belt held it all together that matched the flats you wore. No wonder a lion had scented you. He bit the inside of his injured cheek in rage. Someone had marked you their territory.

“No. Like lion.” He clarified in a deep voice. He couldn’t let you be walking around here with everyone thinking you belonged to someone you didn’t.

“Oh.” You chirped as if suddenly realizing something. You had forgotten hybrids keen sense of smell. “Jay was extra close today..” you uttered. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Extra close his ass. He seemed to be all over you.

“If it bothers you that much…you have permission to scent me.” You suddenly offer in a low voice as he watched blush creep up to your cheeks. He doesn’t know why you offered, or how you even know that’s what he wanted to do. But he doesn’t take a second to think about it.

He scoots himself so his directly behind you while you’re at the edge of the bed. He wraps his arms around you and settles his interlocks hands on your stomach. He hesitates before taking in the little of your original smell that he can sense before planting his face on your neck.

He sits there for a while. He can obviously feel how nervous you had become so he takes a while to let you cool down. He lets himself get lost in the warm feeling of holding you like a mate should. He gets lost in the fantasy that maybe things can work. And when he notices that you’ve calmed down too, he begins to nuzzle his face into your neck.

He can sense how shy your getting but he moves slow not going lower than your shoulders until he finally forced himself to move away.

What the fuck was he doing? Snuggling up to some human girl he didn’t even know. Human girls like you abused him every chance they got. Did he forget about the taser locked to your side. How could his wolf betray him like this? How could he put himself in danger? You worked for the boxing ring that abused his kind. As sweet and innocent as you seemed, you couldn’t be that innocent.

He sat there in silence for the rest of the check up in silence. For the first time he didn’t listen to you rambling about the match or your childhood stories.

He was trying to fix the damage he had caused.

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Two days later he got his seventh win in a row.

He knew you would be thrilled and despite everything, he was looking forward to your praise. He knew you would be proud of him, even if he didn’t officially past the record yet.

At one point in the match he started fighting for you rather than his survival. His mind was stuck on you the entire match. Once he felt like he was losing, he thought about how disappointed you would be in him. How much you were rooting for him and wanted him to succeed. How much he needed to see you happy again. That was enough to have him win the match.

And when his opponent had the audacity to land a punch on his stomach… He killed him.

And like any other time. He didn’t care. He cared about the victory. And he would do it again if he had to.

He was so wrapped up in his own mind that he hadn’t realized a unfamiliar person had made their way to his room until the person knocked on the door.

His body stiffened.

You never knock on the door. You poked your head through first, but never full on knocked. He always wondered why you don’t. It was almost like you knew that he knew about your presence.

Something snapped in him when he realized your sweet scent was no where to he found. Instead someones terrified scent replaced you and it made him crazy. He knew your schedule. Including you, there were only three nurses. You worked the days he fought, another nurse worked the days he didn’t. And another nurse for the weekends.

You were scheduled today so where were you? He asked himself angrily.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked in a firm and deep voice. Not giving the person any permission to enter.

“I-I don’t know. She didn’t show up today.” The female voice answers in a shaky tone. This doesn’t make him any less angrier or anxious. “I’m subbing till she shows up.”

You were missing. You had disappeared and instead of looking for you they replaced you with some weak idiot. He quickly got worried and protective. Wherever you were you needed to get found now. And he wasn’t counting on humans to find you. With their horrible sense it would take days to find you and he wasn’t willing to go that long without knowing you were okay. Not after he let his wolf bond with you.

Despite it being forbidden to leave the room, and he would most liking be spotted by the hundreds of cameras he quickly decided he had to find you himself. He didn’t care about the victory anymore. He didn’t care about breaking the record. He cared about you.

He stood up from the bed and it was easy for him to swing open the locked door, not even having to use his claws to tar through the lock. The woman’s eyes widen in shock when his tall huff figure was suddenly in front of her.

“Use that taser and your dead by the time the buzzing stops.” He threatens her with a low and assertive tone. He doesn’t give the poor nurse time to reply. He knew he scared her enough and with how shaky her hands were she would probably miss him anyways.

Now, he just had to find you before they found him.

Despite it being one of the biggest illegal hybrid boxing organizations, the building was small. There were three levels, the main level, the security/employee level and the basement. The basement consisted of the loser rooms and mostly plumbing and electrical wires. The security system and employee work stations were the highest level. The main level consisted of the main area and the winner rooms.

And then there was outside.

Somewhere Namjoon and the other prisoners were forbidden. It was impossible to make it outside anyways. The guards that had guns instead of taser, combined with the electric fence made it clear that anyone who tried to escape would be dealt with.

Namjoon had heard many stories about great fighters who died trying to escape. The place made hybrids insane. But the only thing that seemed to make Namjoon insane was the fact that you were missing. He would step outside if you were there.

Namjoon had just gotten done searching most of the first floor when he smells it. Your scent. It’s faint and sour but it’s you. Something in him tells him to follow it.

Now, it’s a race. A race for Namjoon to find you before they capture him. Because he knows that by now they have noticed him frantically searching everywhere for you on the camera. A huge wolf hybrid roaming around was sure to catch eyes.

He follows the scent, desperate to find out what was wrong and it leads him to the basement. This was his least favorite place to be, but he quickly enters anyways.

There’s an open hallway that leads to the loser cage, and to the right leads him to all the plumbing. Despite how horrible it smelt, your scent got stronger.

His ears perk when he can now smell blood in your scent. Pools of blood. Your scent isn’t just sour anymore, he can smell your fear. It was so strong it felt like your scent was calling out to him.

He quickly changes his pace from speed walking, to fill on sprinting down the hallway and to the right. The plumbing room is more like a corner it’s so small, so he quickly sees your bloody figure laid flat on the floor.

His face turns red as his heart thumps and for the first time in years he’s feels like he might die. He can barely breathe and his body becomes shaky.

He quickly runs to you, plopping down on his knees and taking you in his lap. He can see your face now, which is dangerously pale and filled with scars and bruises.

You can barely lift up your eyes to look at him, but when you do a small painful smile makes it’s way to your face. “Joon…” you manage to say in a shaky voice.

“Who did this? I need a name, a species, a smell for fucks sake.” He growls and he doesn’t realize he is in tears till one falls on your face.

“Please, don’t do anything crazy.” You plead when you see the absolute rage and heartbreak expression on his face, his hands wrapping around you tighter as he holds you close.

“I have already,” he states again to your confused face and he swallows a lump in his throat before answering. “I accepted you as my mate.” He reveals with a shaky voice.

Your eyes widen and you slowly lift up your hand to caress his face and wipe his tears. He grabs your hand, bringing it to his chest. “So tell me, who did this to you so they can hurt as much as they hurt us.” He says again and you open your mouth to reply to him but something behind him quickly steals your attention.

You let out a gasp as your eyes widen and filled with terror. Just as he realizes a bunch of heavy footsteps have made their way into the small space you yell.

“No, wait! Please! He didn’t do it—!“

Before you can explain and anyone can take in your words, three tranquilizer darts are suddenly shot into Namjoon’s back.

His body stills and tenses up before his eyes roll to the back of his head and he collapses into your blood pool.

Your cries are the last thing you both hear before the world turns black and cold.

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kingofbodyrolls · 4 months

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Sprout | knj | mini series masterlist

Summary: You love your plants, you love your garden, you do not love your new neighbor. You hate him with all your might— he wrecks everything you hold dear so you do the only reasonable thing: retaliate.

Pairing: Namjoon x female reader

AUs: neighbors au, gardening au → strangers to enemies to friends to lovers

Genres: slice of life, smut, humor

Rating: explicit

Word count: 20.7K

Status: completed

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Warnings: will be tagged for each individual chapter, but overall it includes the following: reader is just a really mean brat on a warpath. That entails pranks and vandalism and overall pettiness 👀 Namjoon has a driver’s license in this (this is a warning yes 😂), (somewhat) rough smut; degrading name calling (bitch), hair pulling, spanking, very brief anal fingering, some cockwarming, throat fucking, breast and nipple play, sexual tension, stupid innuendos, oral (both receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (please don’t be stupid), praise kink, begging, exhibitionism, slight dom/sub themes 👀 big dick Joonie, creampie, aftercare — I think that’s it!

🌱 Chapter 1 - Greenhouse | word count: 3.7K | Read → chapter one

🌱 Chapter 2 - To snap a twig | word count: 3.8K | Read → chapter two

🌱 Chapter 3 - Bloom | word count: 5K | Read → chapter three

🌱 Chapter 4 - Housewarming party | word count: 8.2K | Read → chapter four [FIN]

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maisanshine · 6 months

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ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ @ᴍᴀɪsᴀɴsʜɪɴᴇ

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𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮

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𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬🝮 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘧！𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬／𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳！𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥， 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳． 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳

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𝘕𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦

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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭🝮 𝘧𝘸𝘣！𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬／𝘍𝘦𝘮！𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥．𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴， 𝘺𝘰��𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨？ 𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶？

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HIS - KNJ x F!reader: 1 Into you

💗Pairings idol!NamjoonxReader

💗 Genres idol!AU, Smut, Angst, Romance, Enemies to lovers

💗 Rating 18+ minors DNI

💗 Summary Four years have passed since the last time you saw Kim Namjoon. But now he was right in front of you, with the same stupid warm smile that made your good judgment (and underwear) disappear without a trace. You haven't seen him for four years. But now here you were working for BTS again. Having to see his insufferably attractive face every day of your life again.

But there's something Namjoon doesn't know. The little girl with almond eyes and dimples in her smile clinging to his ex-girlfriend's hip, not only looked too much like him. But she was… His.

💗 Warnings for the series: Unplanned pregnancy (I KNOW BUT HEAR ME OUT) Unprotected sex, foul language, angst, miscommunications, pinning, SO MUCH PINNING, Hurt/comfort. Will update as the series progress. 💗 Warnings for the chapter: reader has very conflictive emotions about the news of her pregnancy at the begining. This chapter will have some back and forth time skips

💗 A/N: ⚠️ dialogue in BOLD is intended to be in English if not, they are speaking in Korean. ⚠️

Love, Ria

💗 Chapter wordcount 3,4k

💗 Series Index 1 2

His 01: Into you

"And baby even on our worst nights. I'm into you" Into you - Paramore.

💗💗💗MARCH 2021💗💗💗

You have to admit, you've been glued to your computer screen for a solid twenty minutes, utterly motionless.

Hyung-Joon, once your boss and now your business partner, just forwarded an email confirming your company's involvement in BTS's upcoming Permission to Dance on Stage tour. The whole team was buzzing with excitement about the colossal job ahead.

It would be the biggest job in your company.

It really was the opportunity of a lifetime, the pay was enough to take Hana on a Disney cruise vacation.

For a whole year.

Three years in a row.

Heck, you could buy the damn boat.

That's how good it would be.

You should be basking in the joy of this achievement.

Yet, the smallest detail casts a shadow over the happiness—precisely, the leader of the band. The young, talented, millionaire, successful, infuriating asshole Kim Namjoon is your daughter's father.

For the tiniest detail, it must be emphasized that he had no intention of being a part of her life.

Fuck him.

He couldn't even summon the decency to meet your gaze when he sent his mother and manager to deliver an envelope full of money, effectively kicking you and your daughter out of Korea.

The memory of it turned your stomach.

💗💗💗JANUARY 2017💗💗💗

An alien.

That's how all the people saw you when you entered Big Hit as if you came from another planet entirely. An alien who spoke their language perfectly, who had not come as part of a tourist excursion, but to work.

They all regarded you as if you had a second head protruding from your back. The security, while registering your information for your access card; the staff, makeup artists, hair stylists—all whispered things as you walked by.

What the hell were you getting yourself into?

The chance of a lifetime, you reminded yourself. The pay might not be extravagant, but the perks of being part of a K-pop group's staff more than compensated for it.

You were going to travel all over the world, meet new people, eat delicious things and most of all… be as far away geographically as possible from where you came from.

This is the opportunity of a lifetime

After navigating several security checkpoints and maneuvering through what felt like a maze of boxes filled with the group's merchandise, materials, and clothing, you reached the office where they awaited you.

The global press department.

Though the term "department" sounded too grand for the small space—more like a converted broom closet with your boss's desk and yours side by side.

"Oh! Miss… um," you smiled as you saw him struggling with the pronunciation of your full name.

"Call me y/n. You must be Manager Hyung-Joon," the man let out a sigh of relief. Despite his imposing stature, dominating the tiny office, a friendly smile adorned his face.

"Miss y/n, you're just in time. They are about to finish a rehearsal, and we are going to start the first practice interviews for the US tour. Did you bring everything you need?" You nodded, and he motioned for you to follow him.

Probably, nothing you had read about this group could prepare you for what lay ahead. As Manager Hyung-Joon swung open the door, the first thing that struck you was the noise.

That room was pure Chaos.

What you'd expect if you left seven practically teenage men to their own devices. They chatted and laughed, appearing at first glance like a bunch of ordinary kids.

Not like the young men who would become the biggest musical act in history.

"Bangtan, can you please be quiet?" the manager shouted, capturing everyone's attention. "This is y/n; she will be your translator from now on." All seven pairs of eyes turned to you simultaneously, and once again, there it was.

That look that made you feel utterly out of place.

According to what you'd been told, it wasn't common for the company to hire young, let alone single, women to work with BTS. Yet, you excelled at your job, armed with a glowing recommendation letter from one of your college professors.

Fast and precise with translations, you also brought experience as a journalist before accepting this position.

And that you accepted the joke of a salary they offered.

The company deemed you useful enough to overlook the fact that you would be the only woman among these men most of the time.

But your integration into the staff didn't happen before their main manager warned them that any attempt at inappropriate behavior towards you would result in drastic consequences.

Not to mention the uncomfortably awkward conversation you had in the president's office, where terms like contraceptives, confidentiality agreements, and the ominous "If you have any kind of relationship with one of the members, we will sue you for everything you have" echoed.

Though you were sure the suitcase you brought to Korea wouldn't be much help to a music company at the time.

The message was clear:

Mess with one of them.

You're out.

It's not like you were interested in a workplace romance; true, they were all attractive, but you needed this job more than anything else in the world.

At that time, Bangtan was gearing up for their promotions in the United States, and they required someone to assist them in English communication.

So they wouldn't be overly dependent on him.

"Do you even speak Korean?" that was the very first words he spoke to you. He wore an expression somewhere between puzzled and annoyed for a moment before turning to speak to Hyung-Joon as if you weren't there. "Are you sure she's not a stalker?"

"I'm a communications major from Busan National University. I also speak Japanese, French, Spanish, and Portuguese. But my first language is English. I suppose that answers your question," you retorted, meeting his gaze challengingly, and he rolled his eyes as if your response bored him.

At the far end of the room, you heard an amused snort; you recognized him from the dossier—his name was Suga.

"Did that lady just shut up Namjoon-hyung?" the youngest among them stared at you as if you were a unicorn, a mythical creature, the weirdest thing he has ever seen, and the older one nudged him to stop staring.

"Nice to meet you all; my name is y/n. I will be your translator, and I hope you can take care of me." You bowed, and when you straightened, you smiled at everyone. He kept his stare locked at you, irritated and unimpressed by your initial response.

That was the beginning of it all.

💗💗💗DECEMBER 2018💗💗💗

Fool.

A complete fool is how you felt, your heart pounding in your chest as you found yourself on your bathroom floor holding a positive pregnancy test. Four years ago, your heart held a different kind of weight, the weight of a secret growing within you.

Two weeks after he had returned to Seoul.

Exactly two weeks after you had told him to get the fuck out of your life.

No. That's not true.

You know better now. He was already gone before you found the strength to let him go. You just hadn't realized it.

So, here you were sitting on your bathroom floor. The weight of your shared history hanging heavily between you. Looking at the abstract pattern on the tiles feeling like a complete idiot.

Feeling guilty for a child who will grow up without a father.

Because...

You thought you were strong enough to handle it. You believed you could navigate motherhood alone, but...

Should you tell him?

Would it be too selfish to unveil this reality now?

How could you shatter his world, now that his career soared to unprecedented heights?

And the company…

You knew The company would go to great lengths to erase you and this secret from existence if necessary..

Kim Namjoon the leader of BTS.

Korea's pride.

Fathering an unplanned child out of wedlock with a foreigner?

It could dismantle everything he had worked for.

And his group. It will destroy them and he will never forgive you for it.

Besides, did you even have the right to reenter his life?

After what you have said to him? After the wounds you carved upon each other?

You wanted to cry, but the tears remained trapped within your eyes.

Kim Namjoon, the man known as RM, the leader of BTS, was your adversary, your lover, the man who once held your heart, and the one who shattered it into irreparable pieces—

All within a year.

💗💗💗NOVEMBER 2019💗💗💗

This is a terrible idea

It took you too long to work up the courage to tell him that you had had a daughter. But you couldn't tell him by phone call or mail.

You mustered all the courage you had and took a plane from Los Angeles to Korea. You definitely did not imagine how extremely difficult 16 hours on a flight with a one year old baby would be.

You had to bribe Jungkook with buying him 10 cartons of banana milk to get his new number.

Calling him was much harder.

"Hello?" His voice, after a year, stirred emotions you believed buried deep within.

You had no idea what to say.

Hi Namjoon, remember me? I'm y/n, your ex-girlfriend, ex-enemy, ex-translator? Oh, by the way, we have a daughter. I'm in Korea. Sorry for not telling you earlier; I panicked, thinking the company might erase us if they found out. Congratulations on the new album.

Definitely not that.

"Hey, Joonie," you blurted, and somehow felt like worse alternative, "I'm in Korea, and I'd like to talk…"

"Yes," he interrupted, his voice as desperate as yours, "I'm sending a driver for you. Where are you staying?"

Two hours later, a black company van awaited you in front of your hotel. It transported you to a far more luxurious apartment complex than their previous dormitory.

They are doing so well.

That made you proud, they deserved every drop of success they had.

But he wasn't in the apartment.

Waiting for you in the living room was a face you'd only seen once—Namjoon's mother, Mrs. Kim Seolmi. Accompanied by bodyguards and a staff member, her gaze held the same mix of disappointment and anger as the first meeting. Her eyes shifted sourly when they landed on Hana, in your arms.

Hana was the vivid image of her father, every feature, dimples, almond eyes, pouty lips, and even her expressions. Seeing Namjoon in her.

It took Mrs. Kim mere seconds to deduce the baby in your arms was her granddaughter.

"He doesn't want to see you, neither you nor the bastard child you're carrying. Did you think you could pass off just anyone's daughter as my son's?" She pulled an envelope from her bag. You knew it contained money. "Take it and leave. A gold-digger like you, using men for money. How disgusting."

"Madam, I don't need your money. If Namjoon doesn't want to see me, he should tell me himself." You clutched your crying daughter, scared by the woman's shouts.

From a corridor emerged Sejin, BangTan's main manager. He always knew everything about them. And his presence here meant The company was already aware that Namjoon had a daughter.

Shit.

"I'm sorry, Miss y/n, but it's true. He asked us to give this to you," Sejin handed you a sealed letter with your name on it, "and this you must sign. It's the only way to prevent the company from taking legal action against you for involving yourself with a member."

"Ha! As if the half-breed was really my Namjoon's daughter."

Oh you were going to kill that woman.

Before you could unleash your thoughts, Sejin spoke again. "y/n, you know what it means to be in a relationship with an idol, let alone having a daughter out of wedlock. This could destroy him and Bangtan. I'm sure you don't want that." His voice carried pity.

"You don't want to go trough this, and we know you don't want to put your daughter through it." He took a breath and sat in front of you. "The company is willing to compensate you for your silence. It's your only option—"

"I don't want your fucking money, Sejin"

"Miss, if you go against the company, we'll have to fight in court, and you could lose custody of your daughter. I'm sorry, but it's true. He didn't want to come when he found out you were coming with your child."

He didn't want to come

When he found out

That you were coming with a child.

Your child.

That phrase echoed in your mind for years. You could still close your eyes and see Sejin's pitiful face—the same one he wore when informing an employee they could no longer work for them.

Because they spoke a second too long with one of them.

Because they smiled at them a little too much.

Because feelings started to emerge.

All were fired and forced to sign mountains of legal documents preventing them from ever speaking about what transpired.

Some were even offered positions at other agencies.

"You're fortunate Bang PDnim decided to compensate you. But it's your decision," he concluded.

Three hours later, you were repacking to return to Los Angeles, vowing never to set foot in Seoul again.

This should never have happened.

As you wiped away tears, your phone buzzed with several notifications.

Message from unknown number: Doll, it's Yoongi. Jungkook told me you were here and you were staying at a hotel in Myeongdon. Message from unknown number: I'm coming to see you.

Message from Cookie 🍪: Y/n Noona, Yoongi Hyung asked me to give him your number. Thanks for the banana milk, you should stop by the dorm and let's drink soju like old times!!!!

Message from NJ: I am so sorry. I hope you can understand.

The last message made you want to throw up.

The phone started vibrating with an incoming call…..

💗💗💗MARCH 2021💗💗💗

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

Hyun-Joon regarded you with the same concerned eyes he had five years ago when you first met. He had transitioned from being your boss to your business partner and, eventually, one of your dearest friends. A few months after your departure from Korea, he called to share the news of starting their own management agency with a friend.

The startup funds came from the envelope Sejin handed you as compensation for never disclosing the identity of your daughter's father.

At least something good came from shattering your heart into a thousand pieces.

Today, you were the CEO of a flourishing company offering diverse services to music companies in Korea—translators, managers, staff, security; you had it all, and your agency ranked as the best in the market.

It was only a matter of time before you appeared on HYBE's radar.

It was only a matter of time before you found yourself back in the same room as him.

"Of course, this is the best contract the agency has had since we started. We are professionals, and your CEO is no exception," you reassured yourself more than Hyun-Joon.

He scrutinized you, trying to believe your conviction. "Well, let's get ready; they are about to come in."

The sight before you differed vastly from the first time you saw them in the modest conference room at what was then Big Hit. Through the glass door leading to your meeting room, the bodyguards entered first, followed by the new individual managers.

You knew much had changed since your last encounter. Initially, it was just you and a handful of staff members.

Now, it felt as if the President of the United States or Beyoncé were about to make an entrance.

Scratch that, the president's secret service probably had fewer people.

The room was nearly full, yet they hadn't arrived.

Jungkook walked in first. The last time you saw him, he still wore his school uniform. Now, he appeared as if he had stepped out of a novel, exuding a bad-boy aura with tattoos and all-black attire.

Behind him, Taehyung, the shy boy with the innocent smile, wore a designer suit, exuding timeless elegance like the protagonist of an old Hollywood film. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him.

Jimin seemed unchanged yet transformed simultaneously—beautiful, elegant, with a hint of mischief in his eyes. When he saw you, he smiled discreetly, as if holding back many unspoken words.

Following him, J-Hope entered. His off-stage personality always intimidated you, yet he remained the kindest and most focused among them. That hadn't changed.

Yoongi walked in behind him, smiling genuinely upon seeing you. Among all of them, he was the only one you still maintained contact with. Nonetheless, seeing him in person brought a sense of relief.

Jin came in almost last, and you couldn't help but be amused. Despite not having seen him in person for four years, he hadn't aged a day. Serene as ever, he entered with a respectful bow.

A chill ran down your spine.

They entered in the official order.

From youngest to oldest.

And last.

Him.

Kim Namjoon, always entering last, responsible for introducing them all. Front and center, as always. His now-blond hair caught your attention first. Even beneath his clothes, you could see that he had grown. His arms filled his shirt just like his chest and legs.

Your mind instinctively wandered into territory you almost slapped yourself for entertaining.

You looked up, and he was looking at you. Whether he was surprised or not, his face revealed nothing. With almost a decade in the business, Kim Namjoon knew how to conceal his emotions.

Assuming he had any.

He obviously doesn't care to see you. And who were you to him?—just some woman he was fucking four years ago.

Just

The mother of his daughter.

Your ears buzzed, and you were so deeply lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice when he began talking.

"...it's a pleasure for us to work again with you and your agency," that damn voice, it could still stir emotions in you. "Miss Y/LN, it's also nice to see you again."

Oh, is he going to call you by your last name?

"It's Lee now," your voice sounded cooler than you thought it would, perfect.

"Congratulations, in that case," he stiffened his jaw, and you smiled at him. Simultaneously, several people in the room tensed up.

Ah yes, that was another detail Kim Namjoon obviously didn't know about you.

Eric Lee was your other business partner and your best friend. You had married three years ago so that he could obtain a visa and stay in the US with you.

Eric gave his last name to Hana and had practically raised her with you.

And also.

Eric was completely, totally, and utterly gay.

Your marriage was only on paper.

But that was a detail you weren't going to explain to Kim Namjoon.

By the way… where the hell was he?

Namjoon cleared his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts. "In that case, I think we can start—"

"Mommy!" a little voice interrupted, entering the room. With so many people there, you could only see the top of her dark brown hair. "Uncle said to play hide and seek; can I hide with you?"

Almond eyes.

Dimples in the smile.

The same pouty lips.

Kim Namjoon who was almost 10 years in the industry and knew perfectly well how to hide his emotions, but he looked at the little girl in front of him as if he had just seen an alien.

His face showed a thousand questions.

How old was that little girl?

Why did she have the same eyes as him?

Why had she called you mom?

Did you have a daughter?

The whole room tensed up.

Oh shit, I knew this was a bad idea.

But things happened so fast.

For the first time in her life, Kim Namjoon looked at his daughter's face.

And you were looking at the consecuence of what once was a stolen kiss behind a closed door.

And then evolved to so much more.

A snarky remark.

An irritated snort after others spoke.

A heated argument in a press room.

A few stolen kisses behind the staff room door.

A night in a hotel room.

And despite your reluctance to admit it,

Despite everything.

You would always be

His.

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Pregnancy troupe? while I'm writing a dark mafia romance? I KNOW But hear me out with this one, it is A RIDE.

I REALLY wanted to write a short agnsty BUT filled with heart clenching romance and.. other things clenching smuttines.

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slow dancing ● chapter ix

➬ Title | Slow Dancing: a mini series

↳ Pairings | Jungkook x reader / Namjoon x reader

↳ Genre | Soulmate!au, Second Chances!au, Angst, Eventual Smut

➥ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; involves alcohol drinking, sexual tension, dry humping, breast play, clit play, dirty talk (kind of?), the use of derogatory word (slut)

➥ Word count | 15k words

➥ Chapter List | Glossary | ⤎ Previous Chapter | Next Chapter ⇢

➥ Masterlist

➥ Author’s Note | I am so sorry for the long wait. The past week has been pretty rough on me so I had to take my time with this one. To make it up to you, I’ve decided not to split this chapter into two parts despite the word count. I do hope you’ll enjoy this one :)

chapter ix. flights and pieces

One week.

An entire week had gone by, and yet there is still no news coming from Jungkook, no update from everyone who know him and from those you had contacted to find him, and you have been trying your hardest to lessen your phone calls to Jungkook’s brother who has been helping you track him down.

One week has passed, and here you are, still hiding from the world and from the reality waiting for you outside of these walls by finding shelter in Namjoon’s guest bedroom.

It had not been completely on impulse when you left your apartment that night just a week ago. Somewhere between listening to your sister’s advice about getting out of the apartment just so you could deal with everything with a clear mind to the moment you found yourself sitting inside your home, alone, surrounded by all the memorabilia that wouldn’t allow you to stop thinking and worrying about Jungkook, you had realised that she was right, after all, and that you needed to step away. Even if it would be for a while until you could get yourself together without having all the memories haunting you when you were already too vulnerable.

The only impulsive thing that had come through you between the moment you started pulling yourself together just enough to start packing up your things to finally make the trip across the city was to leave without any elaborate plan. You had stepped out of your home with your sister’s apartment in mind, and yet you had surprised yourself—both you and Namjoon, as a matter of fact—when you arrived knocking on his door.

Even to this day, you still have no idea what had compelled you to find your way to Namjoon’s home that night, but neither of you had questioned it and nor did you ever take your time to sit down and talk about it after he opened the door for you, providing you with the shelter that you needed even before you had the chance to ask him for it. It was almost as if it had been something that was so natural to happen, like it was meant to be and you were meant to be there, and that he was the only one who could give you the solace that you had been searching for.

Thinking about it today makes you start wondering about a lot of things, and it makes you wonder about them even more when you realise just how easy and how quick for both you and Namjoon to ease into things since the day you started to temporarily move in with him. As if your lives had always been entwined with each other and your presence in his home is not something that is completely new or unfamiliar.

Almost immediately, your daily life had fallen into a pattern, filled with small traditions to share and finding new habits to enjoy to pass up time. At dinner, you would sit down with him at the dining table the same way you did on the morning the two of you had the first breakfast and the decent conversation after your fallout, while you had been repeating said breakfast on every morning you had spent here, sparing time before either of you had to go to work by enjoying whatever meal that either the staff had made for you or what he had ordered from the nearest joint.

On Monday, the two of you had an afternoon book reading session, one that you spent stretching on the comfortable leather chaise placed near his fireplace as you were lost in the romance novel you were reading while he sat on his high-back chair with his classic literature books. The serene moment had given you the kind of solace which your heart had been seeking for. The comfortable silence that had fallen between you had been welcomed, and it had given you a chance to feel the connection that you shared with him without so much of an awkward talk in between, even if the sizzles rising in the air between you and the way you were constantly feeling hyperaware of his presence were not completely left unnoticed.

On Tuesday, you made some homemade cocktail drinks to share with him after work, while he introduced you to the joy of watching over the city and the people down below through his massive windows, finding it somehow—therapeutic, in a way. As the drinks continued to flow, you found comfort as you sat right next to him, resting back shoulder to shoulder while you listened to him sharing every bit of his life to you—about his childhood, his past, his family, how he had managed to accomplish everything that he has in his current life and what he had to go through to be the person he was today. And then you continued to talk, sharing hours of long conversation about yourself and your life which only ended when you caught the hint of dawn approaching, neither of you realising how fast the night had passed by.

On Wednesday night, he suggested having a sappy romance movie marathon while you made the homemade popcorns which spread the buttery scent all over his penthouse, making the entire space feel warm for the first time since you arrived. But that warmth was soon replaced though not completely forgotten when Namjoon opened up a bottle of wine as the two of you argued about the discrepancies in the story plots while he went all philosophical just to make sense of everything that he had just watched.

It was the first night when you finally found yourself laughing so freely until you came into tears, and for the first time, the world did not appear so dark anymore.

Spending this much time with him has also shown that Namjoon had been right at some point. That there was, in fact, a good reason why the entire universe had been trying to pair the two of you together.

Because for some reason, the more you open up to him and the more he allows you to see behind the layers that he had put up for himself, it becomes clear that you are nothing more but two sides of the same coin. So far, you have found various things about you which seem similar to him. From your love for reading and collecting books, to your taste in music. And while both of you may have different tastes in movies and the books you choose to read, you have found that you also enjoy having engaging talks about them that it almost feels like he always knows what to say to draw you into sharing your opinion while he would sometimes complete your thoughts with own his words.

Other than finding out your shared interest, the past week had allowed you to see another part of Namjoon which seemed compatible with you, even more than you had ever expected he would. For as long as you had known him, you had already known about his love for the world that he had built and everything that he does—his work, his company, the good things that he does with the people he works with, just like how he had done so much to help Jungkook in his career. Yet, if not for the nights that you had spent to actually get to know him personally, you probably wouldn’t have known the extent of what he is willing to do to succeed and to bring his dreams to life. Listening to him opening himself to you has made you look deeper into yourself, also finding similarities there, when you realised just how much you would be willing to take and give just to reach your dreams.

It was the same thing that had encouraged you to accept the offer to go to New York, and it was the same thing that had led you to immediately start building your career upon your return instead of taking a long break just as your parents had suggested.

You had never truly noticed it until now, until he helped put everything into words—your ambition, your drive to bring your dreams to reality, and the hard work you are willing to give to make things happen. It had soured your memory when you remember that his ambitions had been the one thing that had put both of you into this position, and how it had been the reason for his first rejection. Little did you know that it had been the one that the fates had found to be the perfect reason for them to create the bond between the two of you.

Yeah, that is definitely going to be messing up with your mind for a while longer.

“What do you normally do on a Friday night?” Namjoon’s voice comes from behind you, startling you just when you have almost forgotten that he is sitting close by while your mind has been wandering off.

Tonight is Friday night. He had just gotten back from work not too long ago while you had been busy for the past hour, messing around in his kitchen. You had chosen to come home early from work today, something that you had not done a lot in the past, just so you could do something—nice, for a change. And also as a way for you to show your gratitude.

After all, he had welcomed you to stay at his place for a whole week, provided you with not only a place of shelter but also his companionship to help you cope with everything that has been going on. So you simply decided to give something in return, starting from making him home-cooked dinner tonight so he wouldn’t have to order takeouts. That was how he found you when he came in earlier, though you are not quite sure how to feel when his surprised look quickly turned into something unreadable as he looked at you with an intense gaze that made your chest feel warm. And that was how you had kept your back on him as you continued cooking, refusing to dwell on it and to let it get inside your head when you have already been feeling too much.

Sitting at the kitchen counter as he watches you plating up the finished dishes right in front of him, he still has that same gaze in his eyes, which causes you to nearly miss his question when your heartbeat starts galloping each time your eyes meet his dark ones.

You open your mouth to answer, quickly stopping yourself when you remember that basically every single one of your time spent doing the things you love on your Friday nights had always been shared with Jungkook. And just like that, his face immediately appears inside your head, while memories from those nights you had with him return to you before you could do anything to stop it from happening.

Clearing your throat, you look away from Namjoon as you shrug your shoulders. “Just a bunch of stuff, really. I rarely go out a lot and so does, uhm—neither does Jungkook, so we would sometimes invite our friends to hang out or we would go and have dinner with my sister and her husband.”

Namjoon keeps his gaze on your face a few seconds longer before looking down and nodding his head. “You should be out there seeing your friends or spend more time with your sister. There really is no need for you to do all of this.”

Shaking your head, you look up to him and smile. “You’ve said so already for like—what, five times? I may not have to, but I wanted to. It’s the least that I can do after you opened your door for me and let me take shelter here when you could’ve—” you stop when you realise how much of a bad idea it is to bring back the past or to make a joke out of it when things between you had been—decent. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks. I’m sorry for not asking your permission to utilise your fancy kitchen beforehand, though.”

A warm smile comes to his face as he nods. “You’re welcome. It’s been a pleasure to have you around, despite the circumstances. And feel free to use the kitchen anytime you want or feel the need to.”

You fall silent right after, somehow knowing what ’anytime’ may have implied, yet you choose not to say anything about it. You quickly finish plating and cleaning up, not wanting to make him wait any longer. Not more than five minutes later, you are back at his dining table with your home-cooked meal and Namjoon is sitting right across from you just like all the nights before. A few candles had been lighted and a soft tune of music is being played from across the room—courtesy of Namjoon who had decided that it would help set the mood—while a few glasses of wine are served together with your simple meal.

It feels a little too intimate than what you had planned it to be, though the pleased look on Namjoon’s face when he took the first bite had been too rewarding for you to question things.

But deep down, you know that you should be questioning things. Because your compatibility and your similar traits are definitely not the only ones that you had uncovered during the time you spent with him. Because all of that bonding moment had brought something else to rise and form between you, even when you had tried your best to steel yourself against it. You had felt it slowly simmering and manifesting until its presence became too evident between you that it is getting harder for you to ignore it.

“Speaking of your sister—” he says, having his mind drift back to the conversation that he had with you earlier. “Are you going back to her place this weekend?”

You slowly nod your head as you contemplate about it for a moment. You had gone to Gahee’s place last weekend when your brother-in-law was gone for a jeweller conference out of town. And you stayed the night to help her out with her baby until her mother-in-law came in the next day. A pinch in your chest tightens when you recall her reaction the moment you entered her home, how worried she had looked and how she wondered where you had been when you never showed up at her place after you called her merely a few days before. You still remember the way she kept staring at you with a knowing look when you refused to answer, as if she had known that you had found your way here instead and was waiting for you to confide in her.

You still feel the shame of not being able to say the truth.

“Yes. Yeah, I should—” you clear your throat as you answer him. “Although I might not be staying the night this time. Just until dinner time. Youngjae, my brother-in-law, is back and said that he had bought something for me while he was on his trip. They had asked me to drop by if I have no plans tomorrow and he would give it to me then, so I figured I might come by sometime at noon to spend more time with Gyeoul.”

“Your family sounds nice,” Namjoon says with a smile, looking amused at your story. “I met him before, didn’t I? He made your—” his gaze flickers down to your finger, falling on your engagement ring and lingering there before you fold your fingers to hide it from sight. “He made your ring. I remember him.”

There is a tightness in his voice as he said the words. One that is clearly shown in his smile when you look at him. The sight makes you flinch, even though you know that you shouldn’t feel guilty about anything. Not when it comes to the life that you had built before he ever came tumbling down your path to spin everything around. “Yes, he’s a really talented jeweller,” you say to him while avoiding his gaze, keeping your eyes away from him just so you wouldn’t be seeing his expression any longer.

“Has Jungkook not sent you any news? Perhaps to let you know where he is or that he is doing alright, wherever he is right now?” Namjoon speaks after a beat of silence has passed, and after he took a sip of his wine. His voice is soft, a bit too soft, that it pinches your chest in an odd way.

“No. No, he hasn’t.” Your voice sounds hoarse when you answer him that you pick up your own drink, washing away the bitterness that you suddenly feel rushing through your body from the thought of Jungkook.

With a nod, Namjoon looks at you with a solemn look on his face. “I’m sorry that things had lead to this point.”

This is not the first time that he has said those words since the first night you arrived, and the soft chuckle that slips out of you is unstoppable. “I don’t suppose you know how to set things up with the universe or to mess up with our fates, do you?” you ask him with a small smile, while Namjoon shakes his head.

“All of this had stemmed from the moment I walked into that dinner party to reveal myself, to expose myself to the soulmate bond. The bond wouldn’t have formed if I had refused his invitation.”

You shake your head when he opens his mouth to continue, knowing what he is trying to say. “It was nobody’s fault that Jungkook ended up working with you or that he invited you to our dinner to thank you for all the help you have given him. Things would’ve still happened, we would’ve still met even if it would be under different circumstances, and I’m sure that things would’ve probably gotten a lot messier if it had happened much later. We can never stop the inevitable, and this is something that had already been delayed from happening for a long time.”

The hard look in Namjoon’s gaze shows that he is still not buying your words, and it is clear that he is still letting his guilt overshadow his own logic and stop him from listening to you whenever you would bring this up. And yet, the only thing he does is release a deep sigh and force a smile on his face. “In that case, you are welcome to stay here for as long as you need to,” he says, stopping himself from saying anything more before adding, “Until he returns.”

Your stomach dips at his words. Until he returns. When would that be? You wonder, suddenly questioning yourself—is he ever going to come back at all?

Whenever you think about Jungkook, you would always recall his words when he said that he was giving you a chance to figure things out with Namjoon without him getting in the way. Things have been going on just exactly how he had wanted it to be, but how long is it going to take? When is the expiration date for this ’chance’ he is giving you? A week has passed and he hasn’t shown any sign of coming back. Will it be a month from now? A year?

Or is Jungkook really gone for good?

And what would happen if he doesn’t come back? What would you do?

An unnerving chill runs through your spine as you begin to imagine all the possibilities. Will things be the same if he does return? What would Jungkook think after knowing where you are and how you had been spending the past week without him?

And what would happen if he finds out—

With a shaking hand, you lift your glass of wine and take a long drink, feeling your anxiety rising when you think about the past few days and realising that you may have been staying in this place longer than you should, and you feel the guilt slowly rearing its head when you remember the moments when you had come close to crossing the line with Namjoon.

It all started from the absent way Namjoon had reached out to you while reading his book last Monday, how neither of you made a stop to it when he began rubbing his fingers in a circular motion around your knee as if it had been something that was so common for him to do. On Tuesday, you had gone tipsy enough to lay your head on his shoulder before finally leaving him and retreating to the guest bedroom, an occasion which had come to a repeat on the next day when he used the few glasses of wine that you had drunk that night as an excuse to walk you to the guest bedroom, though you weren’t quite sure if either of you had been sober when he suddenly pulled you into a long hug right in front of your door and kissed your temple when he wished you goodnight.

But then things took a turn on Thursday night, one that you had wished to wipe off from your memory by turning things back around with this dinner tonight.

Yesterday, after a long day of work, you had returned to the penthouse to find it empty. You had retreated into the guest bedroom for hours when Namjoon finally came home from work close to midnight. It was then when he claimed to have heard your voice, when your fallout from the week before had followed you to bed after failing yet again to get any news from Jungkook, and the sound of your sobs echoed from behind the closed doors. Perhaps the pull from the bond had been too strong for Namjoon to fight against, or perhaps he had been truly concerned about your wellbeing when he stepped into your room. There had been no words being exchanged when he slipped onto the bed and laid down beside you, taking your trembling figure in the safety of his arms, your constant sobbing calmed under the press of his lips on your forehead, while your tears slowly dried as you drifted to sleep with your head tucked under his chin.

And now—

Noticing that you have drifted off from the present, Namjoon clears his throat to draw your attention. But it is what he says to you next which has you caught off guard. “I’ve already contacted a few colleagues of mine to figure out where he went. My driver will also be in touch with Jungkook’s family this weekend if there’s still no news of his whereabouts, see if maybe I can use the excuse of his upcoming deadline to find something.”

“You—” you nearly choke when the gasp gets caught in your throat, unable to believe that you are hearing him right. Even if Namjoon had constantly shown his concern over Jungkook’s disappearance, never once had the thought of him doing more or getting directly involved in finding your fiancé ever occurred to you. Knowing the opposite has left you completely speechless, while you start feeling something heavy slowly sinking in. A dread of guilt? Remorse? Relief? “You did what? I—You don’t have to—”

“I wanted to. You’re not the only one who is worried about him,” he quickly says while looking straight into your eyes, and you really have no idea how to react or what to say when you can feel the truth in his words.

It is then when you finally remember the one thing that had slipped right out of your mind ever since the night you met each other at Bovine—that Namjoon has always been Jungkook’s friend first before he is your soulmate. Thinking about this, you finally realise that there is more to what Jungkook is feeling right now. That his heartbreak may not be as simple as having the chance of losing you, because there is also a chance that he might be losing the friend that he has always admired as well, the fact that only tells you just what kind of mess this entire situation truly is for the three of you together.

You had barely spent a whole day at your sister’s place when the feeling hit you.

It had come out of nowhere and completely without any warning sign. It simply happened right as you were sitting down for dinner and just when you were finally able to enjoy your time with your family without any thought of your problems distracting you.

Nothing could prepare you for what was completely unexpected.

It had started with an unsettling feeling coiling in your stomach that was making it hard for you to stay calm in your seat. Then the urge to rush out of the place started overtaking you to the point that it had become the only thing that you could think of. You had managed to hold it back for a moment until a scorching pain erupted inside your chest, making it hard for you to even breathe. It didn’t take long for your sister to notice the way you were acting, and it had made her grow concerned, thinking that you were ill at first, before she finally realised what was truly wrong with you.

It was only after she sat down and helped you to understand what was truly happening when it finally sunk in. Though figuring out what was wrong with you had not made it any easier for you either.

Knowing the reason behind it had only made your rage boil to the extreme. You had thought that you had it under control, that if you had enough faith in yourself and believed that you could be stronger, then it would have never happened and you would be able to prove to everyone that you had been right in your conviction that the soulmate bond would never be able to weaken your resolve.

Perhaps you were wrong, after all.

During the final moments that you spent at your sister’s place, you sat down with your thoughts, wondering how you had let it all happen.

Today had not been the first time for you to be out of Namjoon’s fancy penthouse and away from him. Even while you are staying with him, you have both been going about with your days the way you used to, going to work like you normally would and using each of your personal time when you are not spending them together to do your own things separately—like how he would disappear in his private gym or work overtime in his room after coming back from work while you would be busy with your research whenever you are not on your phone calls to find Jungkook.

With that much time spent apart, you had expected that it would be enough to curb any chance for the bond to take its full form, that the platonic relationship you have been building with Namjoon would win over and that today would not be any different than most even if you are spending a longer time away from him.

But as always, it had seemed like fate would always have the final say, and it had chosen the right time to strike, just as you were growing complacent with the situation that you would not have been able to see it coming.

It is not until later, after you finally decided to cut your family time short and then came rushing back to the penthouse many hours earlier than expected, when you can finally find your calm once more. The serene feeling engulfs you the moment you walk into his home, once you are surrounded by his space, his things, breathing in the scent of his perfume which seems to linger in the air like a warm hug.

In your daze, you suddenly find yourself standing right outside of his bedroom. The door is closed shut, and yet you can hear him on his computer, working as always in his personal space that you had never once tried to step foot into. A sudden halt of movement from his side snaps you from your trance, and you quickly turn around, rushing towards the guest bedroom before he would find you gazing at his bedroom door like a fool.

Shutting yourself in your room, you rush towards the en-suite bathroom, hoping that the distance from him and the cold shower would help clear your head and diminish the waves of emotions that you can still feel flooding inside your chest. In your desperate need to wipe all of these feelings away, you almost rip your clothes into pieces just to tear them off of your skin. Soon enough, you are standing under the running water, keeping it cold until you are shivering under the showerhead, your teeth clenching, your skin tightening and wrinkling, and your knees are buckling.

And yet, none of it could ebb the urge pulsing inside you, beckoning you to find Namjoon. Instead, you continue to feel each pulse escalating with each pounding heartbeat, feeling it fill your head before you can do anything to stop it, until you can no longer hold back from it and something inside you simply snaps.

Once again, you find yourself in a daze as you step out of the shower, barely focusing on what you are doing as you dry yourself with a fresh towel and dress up with the first item that you manage to grab from your bag, before rushing out of the guest bedroom. Everything seems fuzzy as you move quickly to rush through the penthouse. The sound of your heartbeat fills your head that you can no longer hear yourself speak, not even able to hear your footsteps on the marble floors. Suddenly, you are right back where you were not too long ago, standing right in front of Namjoon’s bedroom door.

Only then do your senses begin to clear, just enough for you to notice the silence, either the one growing in the air around you or the one coming from the other side of the door. His bedroom door is still closed shut, and you can easily sense no more sound of movements coming from inside. Yet you know that he is still there. The invisible force that keeps pulling you to him is still present, still pulling you towards where he is and allowing you to sense him even without seeing him in person.

Your shaking hand is raised before you realise what you are doing, ready to open the door just so you can see him. But before you manage to reach for it, the door opens itself from the inside, and Namjoon appears right before you.

“_______,” he calls your name with a sigh, and your body seems to light up under his deep voice.

“Namjoon—”

“You’re back early,” he mutters softly before you can say a thing in return, and you lose your voice, unable to do anything but nod.

You vaguely remember telling him that you would be back late tonight so that he wouldn’t be expecting you for dinner. The conversation that happened only this morning now seems like aeons ago. The entire day that you had spent being away suddenly feels like a fleeting dream, and the only thing that matters to you is this moment, to be standing here and looking up into his eyes. The same eyes that are now looking at you with an intense gaze, while the man himself is only standing there while looking terribly tense and barely keeping his hands down to his side.

Namjoon’s jaw flexes as he runs his gaze down your body. It takes you a moment to realise what he is looking at. Not until you finally look down on yourself, realising that in your hurry to find him, you had only pulled out an oversize T-shirt that you usually wear to bed to wear. The thin fabric clings onto your bare breasts that it barely hides what it contains underneath while the hem hangs merely an inch below your hips, barely covering anything. The flimsy thing leaves the lower part of your body and your bare legs completely exposed, forcing your body to endure the chill breeze without anything else to cover your skin.

Clearing your throat, you lower your head to hide your face and cross your arms to cover yourself the best you can. Not forgetting to press your legs together to hold back against the cold. “I—you must’ve heard me come in. I’m sorry if I interrupted you,” you murmur softly to him, suddenly feeling self-conscious about standing there in such a vulnerable state and feeling horrified that he could have known that you had found your way to his door in your confusion. Twice. On the same night. You avoid looking into his eyes, trying to think of an excuse to explain why you are there and why you keep trying to find him, and he surprises you with what he says to you next.

“I didn’t hear you, actually. I had some music on because I couldn’t stand the silence while you were gone,” he says with a low chuckle. “But I felt you the moment you came back. Just like how I felt you standing right in front of my room just now.”

“But—how?” you start to ask, only to stop yourself when you already know the answer. And yet again, the knowledge only leaves you with nothing but dread.

Because it had only meant that you had been right, after all. That the unfamiliar sensation striking you earlier had been related to the soulmate bond. And there is only one explanation for why it had become so strong that it kept pulling you back to him and why it was so painful for you to be away.

You have already suspected that by being close to Namjoon and living under the same roof with him had only cemented the bond that had been taking form since the night his mark appeared on his hand. And by staying close to him and letting go of all the boundaries for the past week, you had unintentionally let the bond grow between you, allowing it to become a tether which keeps pulling you stronger towards him even when you had only been away for some measly hours of the day.

“Why did you come back early, _____?” he asks you instead of answering your question, catching you off guard that your words simply fail you.

“I, uhm—”

Namjoon takes a few steps closer, stopping only when he is towering you close, enough to let you feel his warmth. “Did your family time just end earlier than you expected?” he asks you with a soft voice. “Or did you suddenly feel like you wanted to be somewhere else?”

Your head immediately snaps up. “H-how did you—”

“Because I’ve felt it too. The same way I’ve been feeling it each day when I stepped out of that door or when I had to watch you leave each morning. The exact reason why I haven’t been working late in the office lately and why I’ve been coming home in time just to spend the night with you. In fact, I’m feeling it now, and it’s affecting me stronger than ever,” he says with a low murmur and a wry smile, surprising you with his bluntness as he reveals everything. With his gaze remaining locked on your face, he reaches out, brushing his fingers gently across your cheek as he continues to speak while you are stunned to silence.

“I have been fighting it ever since the day we met. I’ve told you before, haven’t I? I told you that the bond will continue to pull us towards one another. It has been growing stronger and stronger because we keep seeing each other and it has even escalated when you started staying with me,” he finally admits to you with a somber tone of voice, sounding deeper and more intense than he usually would. “But I simply chose not to let it show. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“I thought I could stop it,” you whisper before you can stop yourself. No further explanation is needed for Namjoon to understand what you mean by it.

Chuckling softly, Namjoon shakes his head. “We are completely powerless against it. You should know this by now. We’ve lost since the moment we met,” he says, giving you a wry smile, before his face hardens. “No, that’s not true. I’ve lost it the moment I saw you and found out who you were and what we were meant to be.” Your heartbeat starts to pick up as you listen to him while he continues to stroke his thumb across your cheek, down to your lips, his touch feels just as mesmerising as his words to you that you simply say nothing to him. “I did fight it at first, because I knew that it wasn’t my place to claim you when somebody else had claimed that role in my absence. But then you came right to my door, showing up just when I had thought that everything was lost to me, and before I know it, I had stopped fighting. I didn’t even try.”

“What? Why—?” you gasp at him before chuckling bitterly. “You didn’t even want me then. Why does it have to be different now? Just because you can finally feel the pull from the bond and you suddenly want me? Is that it?”

The dimple on his cheek appears briefly when his lips quirk up at your sneer. “It’s not just because of the pull, _______,” he calmly says to you.

“I don’t believe you,” you answer him with a scoff, though the bitterness is silent. Judging from the amused look he is giving you, it is obvious that Namjoon can feel it too.

“Fine. I know that my words won’t change anything,” he says as he slowly moves his hand to your chin and bends down, leaning closer to whisper, “Maybe I should show you instead?”

A gasp slips out of you when you notice just how much closer he has gotten to you and when you realise what he meant. Yet he gives you no chance to answer as he leans down, pressing his lips on yours.

The kiss is nothing more but one of those feather-light bruises, soft and light and nothing as clumsy as the one you had with him the first night you came to his place. But the gentle kiss is affecting your body more than it should. It is almost as if you can feel it in every inch of your body, reaching all the way inside, finding its way even towards the crevices that you had never felt exist within you before. As you slowly give in to the kiss, it starts to feel as if there is something deep within you opening up, even when you had never even realised that you still have some part of you that has been closed, locked up so deep in a secret place that you never knew it existed until his kiss points out the way and you simply let it open wide enough for you to finally see and feel it.

The moment it happens, every bit of resolve that you have left fades into dust. Instead of pushing him away, you lean into him, your arms coming apart and rising so you can wrap them around his neck as you keep him bending low as you return his kiss. Burying his fingers between the strands of your hair, Namjoon pulls you close. His grip tightens as he deepens the kiss, while his other arm finds its way to your waist, winding around your body to hold you against him.

Lost in the intensity of the kiss and the rush building up inside your body, you don’t feel it when you start moving, when Namjoon gently pulls you deeper into his room, until you realise that the air around you is shifting along with you. You try to pull away, only to stop when Namjoon captures your bottom lip between his teeth and gives it a little nip. It sends a rush of heat all the way down to your core, making the muscles between your legs convulse and pulse with intense need, drawing a soft moan from deep inside your throat, all while dissolving every bit of restraints that you still have left.

You barely notice the sound of his door closing behind you as he continues to kiss you endlessly, his large hand cupping your face while the other remains at the small of your back to keep you close. His touches are nothing more but gentle fingers and his soft lips pressing on yours, and yet you still feel him everywhere. Your body seems to be elevated, trembling against his hard body as you press your lips harder onto him in return.

It takes a gasp slipping from you to give him a chance to dive deeper, and your tongues begin to slide together in long, unhurried passes that are still enough to steal your breath away. His taste fills your senses. The soft sound of his hums fills the cavity inside your chest. His warm, rich scent that always stays with him envelopes you, calming and helping you focus at the moment while your mind continues to swirl, and the desire that you have for him which had been nothing but faint murmurs is now rising, growing hot and bright as it continues to spread all over your body.

You grasp at his T-shirt, your fingers clutching on it so tightly that you almost rip the fabric that has been straining against his chest. For a moment, you break apart from the kiss as he releases you, his hands bunching on his T-shirt before yanking it over his head. He quickly pulls you back to him when he is done, your chest melding together with his as his mouth finds yours again, your softer curves pressing and aligning against his firm muscles with only your shirt coming in the way.

He continues to back away while taking you back in his arms, his kisses becoming harder, deeper, dominating, until he stops with a grunt when his legs meet the working chair that he had left behind earlier to meet you at his door. Once again, you come apart from the kiss, and your eyes find his while you try to catch your breath, though it quickly stills when you see his dark desire swirling in his gaze.

He looks so tall and strong as he gazes down on you. His chest is moving rapidly with his shallow breaths just as yours is doing the same. You take this moment to admire him silently, running your gaze from his broad shoulders and his hard chest to his toned waist, down to the grey sweatpants that he is still wearing, its waistband hanging loose on his hips and his cock looking hard and stiff, pressing against the fabric from beneath. His lips are swollen after the long, intense kiss, while his eyes are hooded as he takes you in the same way you are doing it to him.

He is the epitome of sex and sin, and for some reason, the universe had decided that he is the perfect pair for you. And now your body is humming, calling for him, telling you to claim what you are entitled to.

Without a word, you answer the call, reaching out to him with shaking hands. His eyes flutter to close as you run your fingers gently across his hard jaw, your thumb finding his dimple that shows up as he swallows hard, embracing your touch while he keeps his hands settled on your hips, gentle and unmoving.

There is nothing but the sounds of your heartbeat and shallow breaths filling the silent room as you continue to run your fingers gently on his face, moving down to his neck and feeling his pulse, down to his collarbone, before stopping on his chest. You can feel his steady heartbeat jumping under your fingers as you touch him there, the sharp intake of his breath trembles under the tip of your touch as you move lower, and lower, before you give him a gentle push that sends him down onto his chair.

With his hands still on the curves of your hips, he pulls you along with him as he falls back, and you easily follow him, crawling onto his lap just as he leans back in his seat, never once looking away from you. As if he wants to memorise everything that you are doing and he refuses to miss any second of it.

For a short, silent moment, neither of you makes a move. You simply settle down on his lap with your hands on his shoulders, while he gazes up at you with his own hands holding you by the hips. The sparks in the air around you have quieted down a little and so have your thoughts. You have no idea what you are doing or where you are going with this, but you follow your instinct, listening more to your body than the rapid thoughts in your head. Then his grip on your body tightens, snapping you out of it, only for you to move forward and lean into him, slowly giving in to what your body has been telling you to do.

This time, you are the one to initiate the kiss, pressing your lips as you rearrange yourself on his lap so that you are straddling him. His hands grasp onto your ass, holding you tight against him and allowing you to feel every bit of him that is scorching hot and undeniably hard all over. His chest, his shoulders, his jaw that keeps brushing against you when he moves his kisses from your mouth to your cheeks, your chin, the nape of your neck, then back to your lips. The grey sweatpants that he is wearing serve as no real barrier between you while you are completely bare underneath your own shirt. And you can feel everything when he shifts, moving your body on top of him until you are pressing right against his bulge. You can feel its stiffness pressed against your hot center, and you shudder on top of him as a sharp, pulsing ache throbs through your body, only realising too late that you are the one who is slowly aligning yourself to him.

“What is happening to me?” you gasp against his lips as you pull away from his kiss, noticing that your body is moving on top of him, chasing every pulse of your need by rocking against him.

“It’s the soulmate bond,” Namjoon says while gritting his teeth. There is no doubt that he is struggling against it too, except that he doesn’t seem to be fighting it as much as you do. Just like how he had claimed that he was no longer against it. “You can feel it, don’t you? It’s taking over us now because we have been giving it a chance to grow.”

“I can’t fight it. Why can’t I fight it?” you whine softly as you slowly rock against him, while the urge to moan your pleasure is straining in your throat. Even when he is still covered, his cock feels so perfectly nestled right at your center, pressing against your pulsing need. “I-I need to—” Your words disappear in your gasp when the pleasure hits you right in your core when you rock back and forth, stopping just when you feel him pressing at the right spot. “I want to—”

His lips nip your chin, stopping the moment you release another gasp. “Maybe you shouldn’t fight it. Maybe you should just give in,” he whispers with his lips ghosting over yours. “Let it in. Let me in, baby. I know that deep down, you already know that this is so right.”

You open your mouth to deny it, to stop it from happening and going further. But before you could say a word, your instinct takes over. Your body seems to have a mind of its own when your hips begin to move again, pushing and rolling against him, rocking harder on top of him and sending jolts of pleasure all the way to your toes. This time, your action draws a reaction from him, as Namjoon shudders under your palms and captures your bottom lip between his just as a low groan rumbles from deep within his chest.

He grabs your hips, guiding you to rock your body above him more steadily just when you are losing control, helping you grind your pulsing center against his covered shaft in the way that is sending you both to the peak of pleasure. His muscles flex as he moves you, pushing you up and pulling you down. Right underneath the measly fabric of his sweatpants, you can feel him growing even harder and rigid, his girth pressing back from under his pants, and you suddenly loathe its presence when you feel the need to have more. As if he is feeling the same way, Namjoon tugs your body lower and bucks his hips upward to meet your body, and your back arches when the rush of pleasure surges from your core when he finds the right spot.

“That’s it, baby. Let it go. Chase what you need,” he groans deeply while he continues to move his hips to return every motion you make, keeping his voice soft and low as he continues whispering to you, “It’s okay, baby. Everything is going to be okay.”

Then his hands begin to move, gripping harder at your bottom cheeks and your hips before he guides them up the curves of your body. His thumbs swiftly move under your shirt, finding your bare skin underneath as the hem of your shirt rises onto his wrists. He continues skimming his fingers on your skin for a while longer, sending a rush of heated blood to every part of your body that it could reach.

He continues until the tips of his fingers brush against the under curves of your breasts, and heat settles right on each peak, hardening the tips to the point that they are hurting under the soft fabric of your shirt even before his hands could find them. His fingers move in circular motions as he guides them upward while his lips are moving lower, settling on the column of your throat. The way his mouth and tongue move over your skin is almost enough to distract you from where his hands are slowly sliding up towards. Almost. Because the moment his fingers find your taut nipples, your body instantly jolts against him, the spark of electricity that he ignites through his touch drives your body to move against him, your hips rocking steadily faster on his lap, grinding your hot center along his covered hard-on with urgency as the pulsing need increases within you.

Your pleasure spirals inside you as you continue moving and your body sinks into him further, pressing harder to ease the intense pulsing raging in the depth of your core. Just then, Namjoon bends down, his mouth finds the covered nipple and latches on from over your shirt, while his fingers pinch on the other taut nipple, rolling the hardened flesh until your body jerks on top of him and the stifled sound of your pleasure finally escapes you.

The sound of your gasp makes him look up to find your face, and he halts every movement, taking his time to watch you closely. His body relaxes a little when you make no move to pull away, not even when he bends back down and latches his mouth fully on the peak of your breast. Another cry slips out of you when he begins to suck on your nipple through your shirt, causing the fabric to grow wet under his mouth, your skin hardening so easily simply because of how thin the shirt is and for choosing to go without a bra when you came into his room.

The pleasure that he brings to your body feels like nothing that you had ever felt before. It feels intoxicating and freeing at the same time. Your hands move and lace through his hair, pressing his head further into your chest instead of pulling him away as moans after breathless moans keep coming out of your lips while you embrace every blissful wave rushing through your body.

“Namjoon, I don’t know if I can—” Your words fade into a deep, delightful moan when he bites gently down between his sucking, making your body writhe on his lap with the spasms of your climax coming and going. You continue grinding your pussy against his covered cock, leaving trails of your dampness all over him, and neither of you cares about the mess you are making when the pleasure takes control over everything else.

“Do you want to stop now, baby? I want to see you unravel for me. I want to make you feel good, to feel everything,” he whispers as he pulls away, though his hands don’t stop, still flickering and pinching at your nipples while they are hidden and buried underneath your shirt. You open your eyes to find him looking up at you, his eyes are dark with his sinful intent, yet he patiently slows down, wanting to make sure that you are the one to make the call. “You can tell me to stop if you don’t want this. Just tell me when it gets too much.”

The small voice in your head is telling you to stop this before it gets too far. Before it would be too late to stop. But that part of your mind is muddled, silenced in the back of your head while the one that is losing its will of control takes the frontline. Your hold on his shoulders tightens, and his body stills under your touch, as if he is fully prepared to have you pushing him away. But then you shift on top of him, aligning the source of your desire over the length of his hard-on, using your hold on his shoulders as a leverage to move, and you keep your hands there as you start rocking against him once more, pushing harder to light up the rush of pleasure until you cry out his name.

The sounds you are making seem to urge him on, and he captures your mouth once again. Your hand find its way to his hair, clutching on the strands at the back of his head as you press on into him, returning every brush of his lips with your own, every lick of his tongue with your softer ones, every hard thrust of his hips with your intense ones.

You can feel his body straining under your palms as he holds back the urge to take over control, still doing his best to stay true to his words and let you be the one to set the boundaries. But the sound of his groans, the fast pace of his heartbeat, and the way his entire body seems to grow tense and rigid beneath you are enough to show you his desire and need.

“—with me. Come chase it with me, Namjoon,” you begin to beg him, pleading with him so that he can take control, and he instantly follows. His hips start moving faster, thrusting upward to meet each of your friction. Your eyes flutter close when the pleasure becomes too much, when you are pushed so close to the edge. In your head, his pants become non-existent, and you suddenly feel him deep inside you, thrusting right at the depth where your desire is hidden, hitting all the right spots. Lost in your pleasure, you don’t notice the long fingers slipping between you, capturing your throbbing clit and touching the bundle of nerves in the same rhythm of his thrusts, pushing you further towards the edge.

Soon, your orgasm begins to form. It keeps building and rising, your muscles coiling with every grind, every thrust, every pulse that increases inside you, and you come to your release with a sharp cry at the same time he groans deeply beneath you with his own release.

Your release simply floods right out of you, joined by the dampness from his release that has soiled the entire front of his pants. You can feel it pressing against your skin once every movement comes to a halt and you begin to come down from your bliss to gain all of your senses back. With his head falling back, Namjoon curses under his breath. The urge to release an incredulous laugh rises from you when everything begins to sink in, yet the sound dies down in your mouth when he releases a content sigh and straightens back up, his gaze quickly finding yours as he opens his eyes.

It only takes one look into them to know that he is not done.

With a deep groan, Namjoon lifts you up swiftly with one arm wrapped around your waist, using the other hand to push his pants down. It takes a few kicks before the pants disappear and he settles you back down to his lap, drawing a gasp when his bare cock—still stiff and throbbing in his initial release and need—is nestled perfectly between your folds. The remaining pulses of your climax seem to blaze when his cock is pressing against them in the right way. Its delectable size and girth fit perfectly between your folds. Your chest feels hot when you realise that it only takes you one quick shift to have him sliding inside you, to have his cock buried between your pulsing walls, and your pussy clenches tightly in its need to make it happen.

The image draws out a soft gasp from you, enough to let Namjoon know where your mind is drifting towards, and his responding groan shows you that he is thinking of the same thing. And he is willing to give it to you if you would simply ask him to.

The hard grip that he has on your waist says as much without so much of a word.

While you are lost in his gaze and the delectable feeling of your throbbing pussy pressing against his cock, his grip tightens, grasping onto your shirt and he begins pulling it up your body. Within a blink of an eye, your shirt disappears, leaving you completely bare and exposed to him. His roaming gaze feels like an invisible touch as he looks down, finally getting a clear look at your bare breasts, both nipples still taut and hard after his previous work, and his eyes grow dark with a mix of hunger and pride.

Pride for knowing that your body has grown sensitive to his touch. Hunger for wanting to have more.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs as he takes you in, stealing your breath away when his voice seems to reach deep within your chest.

Namjoon keeps his dark gaze on your face as he gently guides your arms around his neck. Then he does the same with your legs so you have them wrapped around his waist as he slowly eases to the edge of his seat. He rises from the chair just as his lips find yours again, lifting you up with him with your body pressed against his as he carries you all the way to his bed, your breasts are pressed tightly against his bare chest that you can feel the thrums of each of your heartbeat pacing in equal rhythms. His hands move to your waist as he bends over, laying you down gently on his bed before he can crawl on top of you. Leaning back, he keeps his eyes on you, watching you closely to read your expression and the look in your eyes, searching for any sign that you might want to run, just in time for your fear finally exposes itself, coming to the surface once the blinding bliss is slowly fading.

There is no doubt that he can see everything this way—the unshed tears, the uncertainty, and the way you are slowly breaking down even when you never wanted it to happen.

A slow smile comes to his face, calming you as he whispers, “It’s okay. Just give in. I’ll be here to hold you.”

Closing your eyes briefly, you let his words sink in, filling your thoughts until a sense of peace and calmness takes over you. Right at the same time, you feel the soulmate bond snapping tightly in its place, though your mind soon only registers the flame burning deep inside you, your desire for him growing so strong that you can barely breathe. The moment you open your eyes again, the only thing you can focus on is the sound of his voice, the soft thrums of your heartbeat that steadies the moment you exhale a long sigh, and the way his skin feels so warm under your palms when you pull him down to another long, deep searing kiss.

The night has grown late when you return to the guest bedroom. The room feels so foreign in the silence, and you keep the lights off as you take a seat at the foot of the bed. The sheets feel colder than how they used to be while your body still burns hot, humming with the mix of sensations that have been running through you for the past few hours and after what had transpired earlier with Namjoon back in his bedroom.

But the rush that still lingers doesn’t get all the way inside your head when what you are feeling inside your chest takes center stage. Deep inside, your heart feels icy cold, growing extremely tight with guilt and despair overtaking you. And you do nothing to fight it, knowing how much you deserve to feel so terrible about yourself. To feel terrible for how far you had let things go.

Closing your eyes, you take a long, deep and shaky breath, and yet you fail to reach that sense of calm that you have been searching for.

Once, many years ago, you had once believed that the soulmate bond was the most wonderful gift that the universe could give to a person. Now that you have finally given in, there is nothing else that you feel but pain. The pain of knowing that you had put another bond aside—the one that you were supposed to be fighting for, and the one that you had put all of your faith into.

That had been the reason why you had decided to leave Namjoon’s bed in the middle of the night, long after he had asked you to stay by his side.

“Stay with me tonight. I promised to hold you, didn’t I? Let me take care of you, _______,” he had whispered to you when he pulled your trembling figure into his arms, ready to pick up all of your broken pieces and help you mend everything back together.

You had stayed for a while, only because you didn’t want to feel alone and for believing that his warmth would help make you feel better about yourself. But you only stayed until he had fallen asleep, his gentle breathing filled the room while sleep had refused to find you. That was when you carefully left the security of his embrace and slipped away from his bedroom, returning to your own personal space that had never truly been completely yours.

The sound of your phone ringing from the side of the bed barely registers in your head, even as it keeps blaring through the silent room and its light bounces against the walls around you. Your hand feels heavy as you reach for it, and the moment you read the name written on the screen, so does your chest. With a gasp, you receive the call. All hope that you had kept inside you for the longest time begins simmering faintly beyond your guilt. But you force yourself to remain calm, keeping your voice steady when you answer the call.

“Hello, Oppa—” you gently greet Jungkook’s brother, only to be met with a deep sigh.

“______, I’m sorry for calling in so late,” he begins. “I have news.”

Your breath becomes still in your chest when you hear Jungkook’s brother’s voice through the call, saying the words that you had been wishing to hear from him. But then you find it somehow hard to draw another breath when you listen to what he says to you next,

“He’s in Jeju.”

The sound of ice cubes clinking against the glass of liquor in Jungkook’s hand is drowned between the humming sound rising from the crowd around him and the soft tune of music playing from across the room.

Once in a while, he would hear the faint sound of waves crashing on the shore, meters away down below from where he has been sitting for the past hour. In the daylight, all he has to do is look past the bar and the glass railing surrounding him to be able to see the clear ocean, the waves constantly moving even when his heart stills.

But not tonight. Especially not this late at night. He could look over the railing all he wants and there will be none of the beautiful sights of the sea to be seen. As he lifts his head to look towards where the sound of the waves is coming from, he sees nothing but pitch darkness, a huge mass of void that draws him in, all because it seems similar to the void lingering inside his chest.

Lifting his glass, he twirls his drink a few times before tipping it onto his lips. The liquor that he had chosen for the night isn’t strong enough to numb his thoughts or help him forget everything, but it is enough to numb the storm of emotions going on inside his mind and pricking from within his chest. He had learned that this kind of drink works better for him, and he had learned it the hard way, all due to the mistake he made from trying to numb his feelings on the first night that he spent here a week ago, when all that was left after was a massive hangover greeting him in the morning and a whole day of being sick, and the void he felt after seemed to have grown even deeper.

There had been many reasons why Jungkook had chosen to fly off to this island on the day he stepped out of his apartment.

Mostly known as the place where most people would come to in their search for a peaceful escape, a place to hide from the reality of their lives even if it would only for the briefest period of time, or a place for people to find solace, Jungkook had confirmed all of the appeal starting from day one. Though it did take some time before he finally found his own solace and peace, when the painful storm that was following him all the way from Seoul had refused to quiet down.

While most parts of the island are nothing like Seoul—the city that remains to thrive even as the night deepens, where the lonely souls occupying the city would walk out in the night in search of their remedy and their piece of solace between the dazzling lights and the loud beats of music—this is the only place within the entire island that can somewhat bring a similar vibe to what he would mostly find in the big city, yet at the same time, so different that Jungkook wouldn’t mind stepping out of his sanctuary once in a while and basking in the lights to feel somewhat alive. He still feels empty, as that void would remain within himself as long as he is away from you, but at least this way he can feel something else.

The resort is located at the seaside, right in the corner of one of the busiest beaches in Jeju and mostly away from the local neighbourhood to make sure that the business wouldn’t disturb the local people when the nightlife comes to life. But what is special about the place is this rooftop bar. Placed on the highest point of the entire resort, looking over towards the wide ocean, with nothing obscuring his view of the wide starry sky above.

Everywhere he looks, whether it is towards the dark sea or the night sky above his head, Jungkook would always be reminded of just how small he truly is compared to the world or even to the whole universe. How small his problem would seem compared to the life that flourishes around him, and how insignificant he truly is as the people around him continue on living.

“When are you planning to return to Seoul?”

The sound of Yugyeom’s voice snaps Jungkook’s little bubble of solitude that has been formed ever since he first sat down on this lonely side of the bar. Except that he was never truly alone, as his old friend from college has been sitting there next to him, oblivious to where his mind has been wandering off to.

Jungkook turns to his friend, surprised to find his head throbbing in his movement already, yet he hides it with a grin. “Why? Are you sick of me already?”

With a scoff, Yugyeom starts laughing. His goofy smile shows that he is already coming to the limit of his tolerance and Jungkook might have to stop him from drinking more very soon. “More like I’m sick of seeing that look on your face,” Yugyeom says teasingly as he raises his eyebrows at Jungkook. “Ever since that day I picked you up at the airport, you have that kind of look—” he pauses for a moment before adding, “Like someone had pulled your heart out of your chest and stomped on it.”

Jungkook presses his lips instead of responding. Because isn’t that truly had been the case? Except that the one responsible for stomping over his broken heart had been fate itself, after it had broken any hope he has ever had to find happiness and love when life took his soulmate away before he ever had the chance to meet her. Which then becomes the reason why Jungkook is here, mending his wounded heart without ever being able to unleash his anger and pain when his intended victim doesn’t come in the form of a person that he could lay his fist onto.

A sigh comes out of Yugyeom before Jungkook ever has the chance to respond or maybe curse his friend for laughing at his situation. His anger quickly dims when Yugyeom’s smile fades and his face smoothes out, only to turn gloomy. His friend’s voice becomes hoarse when he speaks again, “I only know what your look meant because I know the feeling.”

Both of them share a bitter chuckle as Jungkook reaches out, patting his friend’s back while the other downs the rest of his drink.

This. This had been the reason why Jungkook had chosen to seek solace in the company of Yugyeom. Many years ago, they had become good friends after experiencing the exact same thing. To wake up in the morning of their eighteenth birthday to witness the blooming petals of their soulmate mark, to feel the warmth of hope blooming strongly within their chests at the same time, only to later fall into deep despair when the initials written on their skin burned and changed colours from black to red, the sign that the soul that had been paired to them by the universe had been lost to them forever.

For years, they had shared the same pain, the same loss, to be each other’s company and support through what the universe had denied them. Having someone who understood what they were going through had been the reason why they both became strong enough to face the world that had no place for them. And then Jungkook’s path crossed with yours and he found the joy that he had lost to help him pick his life back up while Yugyeom found love in making music to heal people which had later brought him all the way here, to Jeju, the island that had given him a new home.

It was that kind of support that Jungkook had needed when he left to find his friend, and it was exactly what he had found when he reunited with Yugyeom again. Even if he knew that the pain in his chest would take a long time to heal, Jungkook knew that he would be able to do so as long as he had someone who understood.

“I guess—” Jungkook sighs as he puts down his glass. “I should figure out how to change that soon, huh?”

His comment draws a deep chuckle out of Yugyeom. “Nah, man. I’m supposed to be helping to cheer you up instead of mellowing out,” he says. “Take your time. You’ll get there. This is—a life-changing experience that you’re having. It wouldn’t be easy for you. Even when I’m drunk, I know that it’s true.”

Jungkook laughs, and he can slowly feel at least a small chunk of the weight on his shoulders getting lifted for being able to do so. Their conversation continues a while longer, skirting around the topic of work and Jungkook’s life that is waiting for him in Seoul as a way for them to help him forget. Until Yugyeom stops with a smile widening on his face as he looks over Jungkook’s shoulder.

“As much as I want to make sure that you won’t be leaving this place with that sullen look, I am, most unfortunately, needed somewhere else,” Yugyeom says with his grin deepening.

Jungkook knows what that look entails. And he knows enough that he doesn’t need to look over his shoulder to know that he would see the girl that his friend has been spending most of his nights with standing there, waiting for him to come to her.

It had been a surprise when, upon his arrival, he had figured out just how much Yugyeom’s life has changed. While he had already known for a long time about his friend’s history with his flings and seasoned girlfriends, it had been a welcomed surprise when he first witnessed Yugyeom together with this girl on the night he was introduced to her.

His friend may have denied it when he first brought it up and Jungkook may have only been staying with Yugyeom for no more than a week, but that one week was enough to help him notice that this girl is the only one that his friend has been seeing. Upon the revelation, he had somehow figured out that this has been going on for quite some time, and deep down he knows that this wouldn’t end anytime soon either.

There is a warm feeling rising in his chest that comes from knowing that his friend might be on his way to finding his own happiness without him realising it, and for a moment, Jungkook’s problem takes the backseat as he pushes his friend away with a grin. “Go. I’ll survive on my own.”

“Thanks, bro,” Yugyeom says with a wide grin as he clumsily steps away from his bar stool. He quickly turns to make his way towards his date, stopping briefly to pat Jungkook’s shoulder just to say to him, “And don’t worry, you have my place to yourself tonight. I’m going back to her place. See you tomorrow!”

Jungkook follows Yugyeom’s departing back with his gaze, watching how his friend is trying his best to walk straight and yet is still smooth enough to wrap his arm around his girlfriend before they disappear together among the crowd filling the dance floor. Left on his own accord, Jungkook falls once again into his drowning thoughts. The sound of music and the crowd around him fall once again into nothing but humming white noise, the faint sound of waves filling the emptiness in his mind each time he tries not to think about you. He has no idea how long he falls into silence, with his eyes looking far away into the dark, his glass of drink clutched tightly in his hand, until he suddenly feels someone sliding into the empty bar stool beside him and dainty fingers brushing against his exposed forearms, circling around his tattoos to draw his attention.

“Mind if I sit here with you?” a velvety voice greets him, yet Jungkook shows no reaction even as he turns to find the woman who has taken Yugyeom’s abandoned seat now leaning close to him. He falls silent as he takes her appearance. Thick makeup covers her face, tight strapless dress that almost covers nothing as she leans just enough to show her cleavage, while the hem rides high enough nearly to her hips with how high the stool that she is currently being perched on. “You look like you could use a company. I’m also on my own tonight and I’m completely free.”

Frowning, the only reaction that Jungkook has to her words is an annoyance. All he wants to have tonight is a moment of peace, but he has no idea how to refuse this strange woman’s advances without insulting her—something that may need some work to do as she seems to have gotten quite intoxicated already. Jungkook opens his mouth to answer as politely as he could, though he barely has any chance to speak when a voice coldly cuts him off from behind him.

“The answer is no.”

Both Jungkook and the flirty woman beside him turn to find out who the owner of this feisty voice might be. Though when Jungkook reacts with interest and curiosity, it is clear that the woman is perturbed. The moment he recognises who is currently standing behind him and who the person who had taken over matters had been, a sigh of relief leaves his lips and he can barely contain the smile that comes rising on his face.

“He’s not alone and you’re sitting on my seat,” his pretty little—and yet very savage—saviour snaps at her, keeping her eyes on the woman as she crosses her arms over her chest while challenging her with a sharp look in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Jungkook’s uninvited guest only scoffs, though her voice seems unsure when she looks at Jungkook and laughs softly. “Really? Is she with you?”

Once again, the other woman reacts faster than Jungkook does, answering her question with a sharp voice, “Are you deaf, or are you just daft? I said you are sitting on my seat. Move.”

Stifling his chuckle at the way the woman beside her has her jaw falling open, Jungkook only lifts his shoulders and smiles apologetically. “Sorry,” he says, though there is nothing in his tone that indicates his remorse as he smiles at her.

With a deep huff leaving her fully painted lips, the woman gives up and leaves, slithering between the people lounging around the bar and makes her way towards the other side of the open bar to find her next target, while Jungkook’s pretty saviour takes the empty seat that she has left behind while murmuring, “Slut,” under her breath, drawing Jungkook’s chuckle to finally come out.

“Thank you, Tasha. You are a life saviour,” Jungkook says to her with a sigh of relief as his new friend settles down in her seat.

“It was a pleasure of mine to assist,” Tasha simply says to him with a smug smile on her face while waving at the bartender who rushes in to serve her.

“Yes, Ms. Lee?”

“Martini. Dry,” she says, then stops to glance over at Jungkook’s almost empty glass. “And another round of what he is having. Give us double of those and put everything in my tab tonight.”

Jungkook watches as the bartender nods his head and quickly gets to work, as if he is already used to taking her orders. “Wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he says, and he waits until she turns her attention to him before asking, “Let me guess, this place is yours too?”

Tasha nods at him. “That makes the two of us, since I wasn’t expecting to see any familiar faces around when I decided to drop by tonight. And technically, yes, my Dad owns this whole building, but this bar is the one I’ve been personally managing and the reason why I’m not always in Seoul,” she swiftly explains in the most efficient way that Jungkook has known her for.

“And while we’re at it—” she continues before he can say anything, turning in her seat to face Jungkook completely so he could see her sharp gaze when she starts questioning him, “Care to explain why you are sitting here and getting drunk, alone, and coming close to having some random slut coaxing you to take her back with you to—wherever you are staying tonight—when it was only a month ago that I had not only arranged it but I had also witnessed you getting down on your knees to propose to your fiancé?”

A startled laugh leaves Jungkook’s lips. “Namjoon was right, you don’t exactly sugarcoat anything.”

The smug smile on her face returns at his compliment. “Damn right, I don’t,” she says, stopping briefly as the bartender returns with the drinks that she ordered. She takes her time to express her thanks to the bartender who smiles warmly at her before he slinks away, and only then does she continue to speak, “I work with people. Lots of them are men who love to treat women like myself as little children or someone way below them, so I learn not to take crap from the people I deal with and say things as they are.”

“That’s actually amusing,” Jungkook mutters with a smile, and he means every word. But then his eyes drop when he tries to figure out how to answer her questions. “I have no idea where to start,” he says, as he looks down on his exposed forearms, lost in the sight of his soulmate mark.

Tasha notices where Jungkook has his gaze on, an understanding look comes to her face when her gaze falls on the soulmate mark on Jungkook’s wrist, completely unsurprised to see the red ink glowing between the purple petals as she softly sighs. “Let me guess. She reunited with her soulmate.”

Jungkook lifts his head, surprised to know that Tasha had so easily figured it out and how she doesn’t even seem too shocked about it. He cannot remember if he had somehow revealed his situation with you back when Tasha was helping him with the engagement party. Seeing that she isn’t mentioning Namjoon, it doesn’t seem like she had found out about it from him either.

Not knowing what to say, Jungkook only nods, before a dawn of realisation comes to him and a bitter chuckle comes out of him. “If we want to be more precise about it,” he says, turning in his seat to face Tasha. “You reunited her with her soulmate—that night, on the night I proposed to her, and you walked him right into the private room where we were having our family dinner.”

Tasha looks at him with nothing but a frown. It lasts for a moment as she tries to understand what Jungkook had meant. And the moment she manages to put two and two together, her eyes grow instantly wide.

“Oh, shit,” she gasps, before she lifts her glass and downs her drink with a hiss coming out of her afterwards. Seeing her glass empty, and then catching the sorrow in Jungkook’s eyes, Tasha curses under her breath and waves at the bartender once again. “This won’t do. We need something stronger,” she says, quickly requesting the bartender to open a bottle of Bacardi for the two of them. As the bartender moves to grab the order, Tasha turns to see Jungkook raising his eyebrows at her to which she quickly explains, “It’s not for me. I have a feeling that you’ll be needing it more than I do.”

Jungkook laughs, feeling the tightness in his chest lightening with how easy he is laughing at the moment. He smiles as he watches the bartender pouring the expensive drink to fill both of their glasses, then leans in as they are once again left to enjoy the drinks. “You don’t seem any bit upset about Namjoon finally meeting his soulmate. I thought—” his voice trails off, drawing Tasha to raise her eyebrows in return.

“What? Say it,” she urges him on as she notices him contemplating.

“You two seemed close. I thought there was something going on with you two,” Jungkook finally says, lifting his shoulders, and he almost regrets it when the light in her eyes dims.

Sighing, Tasha sips her drink before answering, “There was. But there has always been an unspoken agreement shared between the two of us. That everything we shared would be strictly fun and business, and nothing too deep or serious—like a real relationship would. Sometimes they come separately, but most of the time, we mix them together.” She furrows her eyebrows when she scoffs. “Which is a very bad idea, but we can’t always help what we truly want, can we?”

Jungkook hums softly. “So—you don’t have any feelings for him?”

“Oh, handsome. I do care for him,” Tasha says with a faraway look in her eyes as she thinks of Namjoon, before she gives Jungkook a sad smile. “That’s why I know that I mean absolutely nothing for him.”

Tasha’s sweet confession leaves a tug in his chest, and he has no idea what to say. Deep down, he feels sorry for her, and yet he feels a sense of pride and amusement when she speaks with such clarity as she describes Namjoon the way she sees him. “For Namjoon, he’s only been in it for the sake of pleasure. Everything has always been that with him. It’s all about the purposes, about gaining something, never getting his emotions involved to make it easier for him to move on when things don’t exactly happen the way he wants them to,” Tasha says, sharing the side of Namjoon that she has been given the chance to know that other people haven’t seen. Then a sigh leaves her lips, regret lathers her words when she adds, “He just doesn’t realise that not everyone functions the same way he does.”

Just then, Tasha places her left wrist on the bar counter, revealing her soulmate mark that Jungkook had never gotten the chance to see. On the previous accounts that they met each other, she has always dressed professionally, always with a blazer or a long-sleeved sweater over the dresses that she had worn to work. Now that she is sitting close to him with her pretty sleeveless dress and her arms exposed, Jungkook can see everything that she had kept hidden under those sleeves. The pretty petals of purple hydrangea tattoo around her wrist appear as if they are glowing under the lights coming from the bar, framing the initials written in cursive letters at the center. A frown comes to Jungkook’s face when he notices that the initials are written in black ink, and he begins to wonder—

“What happened to your soulmate?” The question comes out in a whisper. It simply escapes him before he could stop himself. He quickly bites his lips right after, the fear that he might have somehow brought up something hurtful puts a slither of regret in his chest. But the moment he notices that there is no pain in her eyes when Tasha looks up to him, he breathes a sigh of relief, even if his curiosity is still growing strong.

Looking completely calm and composed to the fact that Jungkook has seen her soulmate mark, Tasha simply lifts her wrist and smiles as she looks down at it. “It’s a long story. Trust me, you won’t be interested to hear about my sappy story,” she says, laughing softly as she rests her hand back on the countertop. “Not tonight, anyway. Because tonight is not about me. I’m here now to listen to your story and make sure that you will leave this place as another happy customer.”

Placing the glass of Bacardi on Jungkook’s hand, she takes her own glass and lifts it to him for a toast. “Cheers,” she says. “For the alluring concept of love and all the clusterfuck that the soulmate system has given all of us.”

Laughing lightly at her choice of words, Jungkook raises his glass to her to join in the toast. Together, after opening both of their wounds and sharing how fate had played a part in putting them both in this place tonight, the two of them continue to enjoy the night of drinking with laughters, and they spend the night sharing more about their lives and their deep views on love, all while being completely oblivious to what awaits for them as the next morning comes.

➥ Author’s note | Two more chapters to go! Hopefully, I won’t stumble with another block and there’s no change happening in the future. I hope you enjoyed reading this one. Thank you for joining this emotional ride. Any feedback is welcome!

❥ Commissioned by @namgishope

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