#seokjin au

[angelicyoongie]

The Obsidian Pearl (I)

— pairing: mermaid seokjin x (f) reader — word count: 7.2k — warnings: yandere, descriptions of death/blood/violence — summary: Sailing through The Dead Man’s Passage is a death sentence and the whole crew knows it. But with the ship’s stocks dwindling fast, your captain is left with no other choice. When a haunting melody makes the crew jump ship one by one, you find yourself alone with the demon lurking in the murky red water. As the creature beckons you to jump into the icy ocean – “come to me, pet” – you find that you can’t do anything but obey.

Part 01 - 02

"Captain, this is a bad idea."

A hush falls over the deck, a few whispers being passed back and forth between the crew as they watch you challenge the captain's decision. There's an audible gulp somewhere behind you as the captain pins you with a hard gaze, his jaw clenched tight with annoyance.

He taps the map that's spread out in front of him, voice leaving no room for argument as he says, "This is the fastest route."

"That may be, Captain, but it's not worth the risk. Haven't you heard the stories? The numerous crews that have gone missing after sailing in this area? There's a reason it's called The Dead Man's passage!”

A ripple of murmurs flow through the crowd at the reminder, the passage's deadly reputation making it somewhat of a ghost story – a tale every seafarer hears at one point or another. You don't know much; the few crews that have managed the journey safely have been tight-lipped about their experience, their eyes left haunted. The part that has always baffled you the most about the stories is that the ships themselves always make it through the passage, fully intact and filled with loot, but their crews never do. It's like they all vanish without a trace, like they've just been whisked away by the wind – never to be seen again. 

The captain clears his throat, a sharp sound that cuts through the growing voices on deck, silencing them immediately. 

"We have no choice. If we continue on the intended route we'll run out of food and fresh water a week before we reach the nearest port. Cutting through the passage will save us valuable time. I would never take this risk and endanger the crew if someone had done their job properly." 

You glance to the side, catching the eye of the cowering boatswain.

He's young, far too young to handle such responsibility on his own. He's only just grown into his ears, the top of his head barely reaching the captain's shoulders. He was thrust into the position much too soon, but it couldn't be helped. The previous boatswain suddenly succumbed to an infected wound just a few days before you were scheduled to leave the last port. It left all of you scrambling to pick up the slack around the ship and the poor lad must've been forgotten in the mess.

You had tried to delegate someone to help him, but the captain had been firm that he needed to do it on his own, to build character. It's no wonder he wasn't able to calculate the needed supplies correctly, not when he was still grieving the loss of his mentor at the same time. 

You notice the bead of sweat that rolls down the side of the young boatswain's face, his skin flushed with nerves. You can't let the poor lad be punished for his sorrow, not when this whole predicament could've been avoided. 

Letting out a small sigh, you lower your head in apology, "I'm sorry, Captain. I should've made sure everything was in order, this is no one's fault but mine." 

"I expected better from you, Quartermaster," The Captain's comment cuts deep, even though you know this wasn't your fault. "Very well. Seeing as you have placed our crew in peril, I doubt you will oppose the solution to the problem you have created?" 

You grit your teeth, dipping your head lower as you say, "Of course not, Captain. I apologize for speaking out of turn." 

Clenching your hands by your side, you try to focus on the hot sun beating down your neck as you tune out the captain's voice. Getting angry won't do you any good here, not when you've already admitted defeat. The heavy thumps of feet moving all around you tells you that the crew is already beginning to change the ship's course, listening to the captain's orders as he yells them out. You shake your head, stomach churning as you realize that no one dares to challenge him, even if they all know deep down that they're being lead straight to the deaths. 

You steel yourself as polished boots pause in front of yours, eye twitching as you look up and meet the captain's gaze. His solemn expression doesn't quite match the light tone of his voice as he leans in to say, "A hungry crew is a dangerous crew, Y/n. I don't think I need to remind you why that is."

Suppressing a shudder, you don't give him the satisfaction of knowing that his little comment has had the intended effect, bad memories already swirling in the back of your mind. Instead, you stare him down, defiant as ever until he shakes his head and walks off in the direction of his cabin.

It's only when he's out of sight that you reach up to trace the raised skin on your throat, the jagged scar that greets you whenever you glance in a mirror. No, there's no reminder nor threat needed. You know first-hand just how desperate a person can become when they're feeling depraved of what makes them human. 

You swallow thickly, ripping your hand away from the old wound. There's no use dwelling on the past, there's nothing from that day that can help you now. 

The sound of the sails billowing out as they catch more wind jerks your attention forward, gentle waves crashing against the hull of the ship as it picks up speed. You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the salty air and pray to whatever god that might be listening that you'll be able to make it out of the passage alive. 

The night has already fallen, the moon high in the sky, by the time you catch sight of the two large rock formations in the distance. Everything about the passage screams unnatural and strange, the two small mountains practically appearing out of nowhere in the middle of the sea. While they look to be on the smaller side, you know there's no way to sail around them. The waters are littered with reefs and strong currents, all traps that are bound to sink unsuspecting ships. You can make out the faint outline of a few of them on the horizon, their broken masts and half-sunken hulls serving as a haunting reminder that the only way past the passage is through it. 

You squint as you notice a faint glow in the distance, the light too obscure to make out properly on deck. You quickly make your way up to the helm, hoping the raised platform will provide a better view. 

"What's that?" You murmur, shooting the coxswain a worried glance.

"Ain't anything good, that's for sure," The man grumbles in reply. He tightens his grip on the wheel, eyebrows drawn tight as the ship steadily draws closer and closer. 

The faint glow grows brighter with each passing minute, more and more sources of light appearing all over the two mountains. You suck in a breath as the ship enters the passage, the area so tight it barely allows for two vessels to pass each other. The close proximity allows you to see the lights more clearly, and you're shocked to discover that it seems to be coming from huge white flowers sprouting from the mountain sides. There's something algae-like clinging to the base of the mountains as well, illuminating the edges of the passage like guiding lights, beckoning you in. 

The ship glides smoothly through the channel, the soft current carrying you all through the quiet water. Based on the stories you've heard you were expecting treacherous waves and jagged rocks that appear out of nowhere to throw the crew off-board, but there's none of that. In fact, there's nothing that points to this passage being dangerous at all, no signs of broken planks or fabric clinging to the mountain, no sunken ships visible below the surface. You can almost fool yourself into thinking that no other humans have ever sailed through these mountains before. 

As beautiful and untouched as the passage may seem, there is something terribly unnerving about the silence that has settled over the ship. The crew has gone completely still, like they're scared of breaking the quiet. Likewise, you can't really find it in yourself to make any noise either, your lips pressed firmly together as you anxiously scan the mountain for hidden threats. 

You've almost made it halfway through the passage when you first hear it.

There's a low hum, barely louder than the noise of the water breaking against the ship, that echoes between the tall rocks. You have to strain your ears to hear it at first, but the sound seems to grow with each gust of wind in the ship's sails, gradually increasing the further into the mountains you go. 

You can't make out any words, the language either too old or foreign for you to understand, but the angelic voice behind them makes your heart yearn. You can feel the melody wrapping itself around your heart, squeezing, as it roots itself in your ribcage, sorrowful tendrils clinging to each bone. 

"Come to the water."

The wind carries the whisper straight to your ear, caressing your skin like a warm breath, before it travels on. You jerk forward at the sensation, whipping your head around to locate where the voice could be coming from.

There's no one around you aside from the coxswain who looks to be lost in thought, mouth slack as he stares ahead. 

You glance down at the deck, frowning as you notice that more and more of the crew are beginning to abandon their posts. They're all migrating to the right side of the ship, walking on unsteady feet like they've been guzzling down barrels of mead. 

"Come to me."

You wince as the singing grows more intense, your breath stuttering in your chest in response to the voice that's so desperately calling for you.

You blink, eyes struggling to adjust, as the flowers and the algae on the mountains begin to thin out, taking their light away with them. As if that wasn't bad enough, a great shadow is suddenly cast upon the passage, the last of the illumination you had rapidly disappearing behind thick clouds as the moon is hidden away. 

You curse under your breath, mentally taking note of the lit oil lanterns hanging around the ship. There's ten, no– nine, but if you gather them all up and place them near the bow, maybe it'll be enough light to get the ship safely out of the passage? 

"I need to– hey!" You stumble back as the coxswain bumps into you, his eyes unseeing as he stumbles towards the stairs to the lower deck. A sudden drift to the side propels him forward, allowing him to slip out of your reach before you can grab his shirt and haul him back. 

"Shit," You hiss, only giving yourself a split second to hesitate before whirling around to grab the wheel. The wood has already begun to turn left without the coxswain's steady hands to lead the way and the ship groans as you hurry to correct it back on the right path. 

You keep a tight vise on the wheel, leaning forward to yell out for another crewmate to take over, when you hear the first splash. 

Hurriedly glancing down at the deck, the swaying lanterns provide just enough light to show one of the cooks climbing over the railing, his movements stilted and jerky as he suddenly flings himself off the ship. Your scream is caught in your throat, your eyes wide with horror as you hear the subsequent splash of his body hitting the water. 

What in the gods is going on?

Feet rooted to the floor and fear squeezing the back of your neck with a iron grip, you can only watch as the crew all clamber over the railing, throwing themselves off the ship one by one. The steady melody echoing between the mountains is only interrupted by the terrible sound of bodies sinking into the ocean.

Dread settles deep into the pit of your stomach as you realize there are no screams, no gasps for air, only silence – and him, the voice that's begging you to come rest along your brethren in the deep, peaceful ocean. 

"No," You wheeze, shaking your head to rid the fog that's has begun creeping in. You cling to the wheel, fingers slick with sweat as you try to keep the ship steady, ignoring the blur that has settled at the edge of your vision. 

"Captain!"

Hope shoots through your veins as you find your captain in the dwindling crowd, his bulky figure illuminated by the dancing lights as he stumbles over to the nearest crewmate, pulling them back from the railing. He pushes a few men back, his strength sending them sliding back to the middle of the deck.

You almost loosen your grip, ready to run down and help him, when he abruptly turns his back on them and jumps over the railing in one swift motion. He lands on the small ledge just outside of it, heels shuffling not to slip as he grips the banister with one arm. 

"Captain!" The scream rips out of your throat, carrying across the silent deck like a bullet.

The captain shudders as it reaches him, his body jerking back and forth like he can't make up his mind on whether he should jump or not. Horrified, you watch as he twists his upper body around to face you, his expression stricken as he meets your gaze across the ship. He almost looks like he just came out of a trance, his face drenched in sweat and skin grey with fear as he tries to figure out how he ended up at the edge of the vessel.

You can see mouth opening, his lips forming around the first syllables of your name when the angelic voice suddenly grows louder, the haunting melody reverberating between the mountains. The captain's mouth goes slack, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he once again succumbs to spell that was controlling him. The last thing you see as the captain lets go of the railing, is the serene smile that takes over his face, his eyes closing as he falls backwards into the ocean. 

Heart pounding inside your chest, you stare blankly at the now empty spot where your captain stood. You flinch, sick to your stomach, at the heavy splash that follows only seconds later. 

"Lay your tired body to rest." 

Your fingers twitch at the command, a little whisper in the back of your mind begging you to obey – to give in. You legs have started to shake, sweat sliding down your back in a steady stream at the effort it takes to resist the pull. 

Even as you struggle to gulp down enough air, your body in overdrive from the unfathomable things you've just seen, you still find your pulse quickening, panic flooding every fibre of your being as it finally dawns on you what's going on. 

You've sailed right into the territory of a siren. 

Perhaps you should have seen it coming – the tales of the passage all emphasize how it's only the crew that go missing, not the ships. You've heard whispers about creatures lurking in the deep ocean, of monsters that eat humans, but you never expected that you would ever encounter them. They were folktales, something you chose not to believe in to protect your own sanity as a seafarer. Now, you can only curse yourself for not trusting your instincts the moment you felt the unearthly atmosphere of the mountains; that you didn't have enough forethought to at least stuff your ears and tie each crewmate to their post as a precaution. 

Maybe it would've been enough to save the them – to save you. 

You cower against the wheel as the song grows so loud it causes your ears to ring, the voice promising peace and eternal slumber. It urges, demands, your body to move and you whimper fearfully as your feet take a step back against your will. 

You can't tell how much time has passed since the ship entered the mountains, it could be mere minutes or it could be hours – but as you peer into the looming darkness, you can finally make out where the passage ends and opens back up to the vast sea. The joy fizzles out before it can even take root, the sight in front of you filling you with a sense of glum acceptance. Even if you can see the end, there's no way you'll make it there. The ship is moving too slow, almost no wind making it past the tall mountains. 

Your head throbs painfully as the siren's whispers turns more insistent. You can feel the creature's wrath, how angry he is that you're still resisting him. The increased pressure behind your skull makes you groan, your vision going dark as you're hit with a sudden dizzy spell. 

Gripping the wheel, you're confused to find that the woods feels thicker, less polished, than it was only seconds before. You force your eyelashes to part despite the sharp pain it gives you, blinking furiously to clear your swimming vision. Your knees nearly buckle as the silent waters below come into focus, your body no longer on the upper deck. Dazed, you stare at the white knuckled grip you have on the railing, your feet tucked into the openings between the posts. 

"Oh gods," You whisper shakily.

You have no idea how you got here. 

The sound of a soft splash makes you turn your head to the side. Your throat runs dry as you watch the big circle of ripples that fan out from the spot where something dived underwater, the waves much too big to come from a normal fish. As you keep looking at the one spot in disbelief, one of the lanterns on the ship sway outwards, following the rocking of the ship. 

It takes you a moment to realize what you're seeing, the stale bread you had earlier that day shooting up your throat as the waters on the side of the vessel is lit up. The ocean is no longer the clear blue it was when you entered the passage but rather a murky red, saturated with what must be the blood of your crewmates. 

The sight makes you heave, tears springing to your eyes as the reality truly settles in. 

You're going to die. 

The siren – the predator – luring you all to your deaths, is clearly waiting right below, ripping everyone apart the moment they're submerged below the water. Even if the shock of the cold sea woke them up from their trance, they would have no chance to fight off such a vicious creature. You have no chance. The moment you step off the ship, you're dead.

You sob as the shock tapers off, the singing once again hitting you with full force. You can't stop your own body as you clumsily clamber over the railing, your feet moving without your permission. It's only when you hit the ledge that you find yourself able to jerk back, a moment of temporary control allowing you to plaster yourself against the banister. 

Staring down at the crimson sea, you find your mind going blank. You always expected to see flashes of your life pass by your eyes when faced with certain death but there's nothing. No happy memories to numb the inevitable pain of being torn apart, muscles shredded to bits as water fills your lungs. No echoes of the voices you adore saying that they love you and that everything will be okay. 

Instead, there's only the deadly quiet sea and the siren's taunting whispers urging you to jump. 

You eye the dark water, noticing a large shape moving closer just under the surface of the ocean. You mindlessly reach for the dagger on your hip, clutching it tightly in your hand even if it means you're only clinging on with one arm. If your death is unavoidable, then you're sure as hell not going down without inflicting a deep cut or two. 

As something begins to emerge from the water, the song that has been constantly ringing between your ears suddenly quiets down. Your skin puckers with goosebumps, all the hair on your body rising in fear as a head slowly rises above the surface. The siren's dark locks are one with the water, the long strands flowing into the ocean like spindly fingers. In the dark, there's no telling where it ends, as if the ocean is merely an extension of the creature itself.

Two pitch black eyes, as dark and deep as the starless skies above, lock onto yours the moment they rise above the surface. The flickering lantern doesn't offer much assistance but the poor light tells you that it has no discernible pupils, nothing to indicate that there's any life in them. It's like staring into an endless void. 

Despite the chill those eyes send down your spine, your feet willingly takes another step forward, like the mere presence of the creature alone is enough to entrance your body. You let out a pained scream as you slip, your shoulder popping loudly as you manage to grab onto a post, one arm working desperately to keep you from failing into the water below. 

"No, no, no," You whimper, gravity making it impossible to reach up with your other arm. You won't be able to pull yourself up even if you drop your knife, the small ledge above making it impossible to locate another post. 

You glance down as you dangle from the ship, your grip almost slipping out of fright as the siren's maw comes into view above water. His jaw is unhinged, hellish, mouth stretched way past that of a normal human. It's filled with rows of fang-like teeth, all stained with crusted blood. Terrified, you watch as the siren seems to simply pop his jaw back into place, like the fact that it was just opened so wide it was touching his sternum poses no issues at all.

The creature tilts his head, thinking, as he watches you struggle to drag yourself up. He swims closer, the movement so fluent it looks like he's just gliding through the water. Your arm is shaking terribly by the time he's only a few feet away from where you'll hit the ocean, your shoulder screaming with hurt from holding on for so long. 

Through the blinding pain, you see the siren reach out a webbed hand, his long black claws nearly the size of his fingers. He gives you a smile you can only describe as sinister, blood stained teeth on display and his voice melodious as he says, "Come, pet."

You can feel the thrall taking hold this time, your body willingly going slack one limb after the other. You have no time to think, no time to act, before your hand simply just lets go of the railing on its own volition.

In the second it takes for your body to fall, before your eyes squeeze shut and your body is surrendered to the water – all you can think as you spare the skies one last glance, is that the gods must be cruel if they can't even give you a starry night to look upon before you're torn apart by their horrific creation. 

Groaning, you slowly open your eyes. There's a dull ache at the base of your skull and every blink up at the pink-tinted sky only seems to make it throb more. The surface you're lying on is hard, terribly uncomfortable, and there's no steady rocking motion to soothe you back to sleep for a few extra minutes of rest. 

Something feels wrong.

It's only when your eyes have fully adjusted to the soft light that you're snapped back to reality, the distant sound of waves breaking bringing back the memories of the night before. You jerk upright, heart racing, as they come flooding in all at once. The crew, the siren, the blood. You jumped. You should be dead.

You force yourself to take slow, steady breaths, shakily inhaling air through your nose as you glance around. You can't afford to panic right now, not when you don't know where the creature is or when it might come back. 

The morning sun is just barely peeking over the top of the mountain that's blocking most of your sight, casting a large shadow over what appears to be a lake just in front of you. It's still dark, still dawn, on your side of the mountain and it makes the faint glow on the rocks all the more noticeable. You're too far away to tell for sure but you have a terrible feeling that it's likely the same flowers that you sailed past in the passage. And if you can still see them, that means you must be on the other side of the mountains you attempted to travel through. 

You're sitting near the mouth of what appears to be a small cave, connected by a large piece of flat stone that's jutting out into the lake. It's lined with clusters of big and small rocks, creating an odd border along the sides of it. The mountain around the cave is unnaturally smooth, the incline too sharp for you to even think about climbing it. No matter how much you stare at the rock formation that's surrounding you, you can't find a way out. There's no open space that would allow you to escape.

You eye the other side of the lake with a shudder, noting that it looks to be more rough there with a few ledges and ridges you can probably use to haul yourself up. The only problem is; you'll have to actually swim across the deep body of water first. It sounds like a sure-fire way to get yourself eaten, though you doubt staying here is much better. The creature must've kept you alive and brought you here for a reason, and you're really don't want to find out why that is.

A pained gasp escapes you as you pull your right shoulder back. The initial adrenaline and panic when you woke up must've blocked out most of the hurt of your dislocated shoulder but now that it's starting to fade, it's coming back fast. The bone is still very much popped out of its socket, the area inflamed and swollen as you lightly touch it with trembling fingers. You swallow thickly as your arm begins to twitch, a burning spasm racing from your shoulder to the tips of your hands.

You bite down on your lip to stop your groan, tasting blood as the involuntary cramp continues. 

"Fuck," You wheeze, eyes glazing over as you stare at the rising sun. If you're going to have any chance of escaping, you have no choice but to fix your shoulder. 

You stuff the damp material of your shirt into your mouth, hoping it'll be enough to muffle your voice as you carefully lie back down on the stone. Years on the sea has taught you a thing or two and dislocated shoulders are a common injury when you're part of a crew that loves to brawl whenever they visit a tavern. You've seen the way they pale and yell when it gets adjusted and while you have no idea if the siren will be able to hear you scream – you'd rather not risk it. 

White hot pain pulses out of your shoulder as you extend the arm to raise it above your head, your vision blurring as you slowly reach for your opposite shoulder behind your head. It hurts, gods, it hurts, but you have to do this. You release a muffled scream as the dislocated bone finally pops back into place, cold sweat dripping down your temple as you tremor with pain. You lay there, harshly panting through the cloth in your mouth, until the hurt subsides to only an ache.

You wince as you push yourself off the hard stone, spitting out your shirt to release a labored breath. Your body feels battered and bruised, completely worn down from all the horrors you've been through in the past six or so hours. You have no idea if you even have enough energy to make it across the lake, the distance probably greater than it looks, but what other alternative do you have? 

Just as you're about to get off the ground, the sound of a soft splash echoes between the mountain walls. You jerk, heart skipping a painful beat in your chest as you frantically scan the water. You freeze when you notice how the surface is rippling much closer than expected, only a third of the lake between you and the waves that are parting around a dark shadow.

Out of instinct, your hand falls to your hip, searching for your knife. Your fingers only grip around air, the smooth handle nowhere to be found. In your panic, it takes you a second too long to remember that you held it as you fell from the ship, the knife probably lost somewhere at the bottom of the passage.

You scramble back on the rock as the creature's outline becomes visible, hands reaching out blindly behind your back for anything that can be used as a weapon. 

You falter, blood running cold, as pale arms suddenly reach out of the water, planting themselves square on the edge of the rock. The siren heaves himself up without any issues, resting his back against one of the larger stones that's lining the flat extension of the cave. Water drips off his body like sparkling crystals in the morning light, giving a healthy glow to his otherwise almost sickly white skin. His long black hair hangs like a curtain in front of his face, the strands reaching far past his back, dipping into the water. 

Patches of scales litter his arms and abdomen; a long fin running down the length of his spine. You find it hard to believe your own eyes as you stare at his stomach, at the area where the creature's human-like qualities disappear completely and transitions into that of a fish. His tail is long and thick, dreadfully similar to a serpent in the way it undulates on the rock as the water slowly evaporates from its scales. The slight movement allows the sun to dance across the siren's tail, showing off the iridescent glow that was hidden by the dark night. The sight leaves you transfixed, hues of colors you've only seen in the sky shimmering across his body.

Your attention is only stolen away when the creature raises one of his hands, his webbed fingers and pointed, long nails looking like they've been dipped in black ink. He runs his claws through his hair, parting the long locks that've been hiding his face.

You jerk back, swallowing thickly, when you find that the siren is already staring in your direction. His eyes are just as dark and emotionless as you can recall from the night before, two endless pools of black. The lack of a discernible pupil is unnerving, it makes it all that much harder to tell just where the creature is really looking. Long lashes frame his haunting eyes and the perfect slope of his nose leads down to the plushest, red lips you've ever seen.

You feel yourself pale as he opens his mouth, those horrible sharp teeth becoming visible as he calmly says, "Your knife is long gone, human." The siren dips his head slightly, looking at the way your hand is still resting near your hip, desperate for the familiar comfort of your knife. 

What?

Your mouth parts in disbelief, brain slow to compute the fact that the creature just spoke, out loud, with a voice that sounded eerily human and ordinary. 

"Can you not talk, pet? I swear I heard your sweet voice refusing me when the moon was high." 

"I-I can," You stumble over your words, tongue twisting in your mouth under the siren's watchful gaze. 

"Wonderful!" Something pleased passes over his face, his fin hitting the water with an excited splash. The loud sound makes you flinch, droplets spraying up on the rock just shy of your legs. The corner of the siren's lips quirks at your reaction, as if he finds it funny.

It reminds you of the way your crew used to look at street dogs, their expressions taunting and terrible as they made them do tricks for scraps of food.

It's cheap entertainment, they always used to tell you. 

You can't help but wonder if that's what you are – mere entertainment for the siren until he decides to stop playing with his food.

The thought makes you furious. The mocking twist of his lips gives you a sudden rush of defiance, your rebellious nature rearing its head despite the dangerous predator right in front of you. Perhaps there might have been some truth to what your captain always liked to say – you never quite learned when to back down and keep quiet. 

You breathe in slowly through your nose, attempting to calm your racing heart as you say, "How are you speaking a language I understand?" 

"Easy. Humans are simple creatures and so are their languages," He answers, cocking his head.

"What are you, then?" You blurt, "Parts of you look human and the rest does not. Were you cursed?" 

Like the flip of a coin, the siren's expression turns hard, offended, at the insinuation that he might be human. He jerks forward, lips pulling back to reveal his sharp teeth as he lets out a terrible hiss. The sight sends all the alarm bells inside of you blaring, your shoulder screaming in protest as you collapse backward, using your elbows to drag yourself further inside the cave. 

"I am not a fragile human," He scoffs, turning his head to glance out on the lake. He flexes his tail to deliver another harsh smack to the water surface, the sound bouncing between the walls of crater. "Have you not heard stories, little human? Of creatures blessed with qualities of the sea and land?"

It takes you a moment to regain your voice, fear making it tremble as you carefully say, "Do you mean mermaids?"

"Correct, pet," He hums, "I see you're not completely hopeless." 

You dig your nails into flat rock, voice tight as you ask, "What about the singing? You.. you made everyone jump. I didn't know mermaids could do that." 

The siren looks wistful as tips his head back to face the sun. He closes his eyes with a small sigh, "Life becomes tedious when you stay in the same place for too long. I needed something new, so I left my brothers for colder water after hearing about these great big things that moved through the oceans there. Hm... I wonder if the ships have managed to reach them yet, it must be close to fifty humans years since I left." 

You blink, shocked that the siren is well over twice your age. He looks young, definitely not a day older than you, but you suppose creatures like him must age at a different rate. Clearly the world is much different from what you first thought – slow aging is likely the least fantastical thing out there to discover. 

"The ships lost their charm quickly," He adds, "But the humans on-board were fascinating. They called out to each other in melodies, both happy and sad as they sailed through my home. I was alone here at first, few of my kind dared to venture into colder climates, so the humans were all I had for company. It took me many human years to reshape my throat but I eventually learned to mimic their sounds. After that it was easy to learn the most common tongues that passed through my water."

"One day a ship of humans heard me singing and came looking for the source instead of passing me by – that was when I realized it was a wonderful way to lure you in. Your species have always been much too curious for your own good," The sun catches on the siren's teeth as he grins, highlighting the rows of fangs lining his mouth. 

You shudder, stomach turning at how easily he speaks of the hundreds, if not thousands, of people he must have murdered over the years.

"Many moons passed and I grew tired of playing with my food. I found a sea witch – awfully slippery creatures – that gave me part of her magic, making it possible for me to enthrall humans from a greater distance. She was of great help, quite tasty too." 

You can only stare at him in silence, lips pressed together tightly to hold back the acid burning at the back of your throat. 

"I believe you humans created a name for me – to ward off others from crossing my path," He cocks his head, expectant, as he sends you a side-ways look. 

"You're a siren," You whisper, pulling yourself back another inch.

"The one and only, pet," He purrs. "Though, I would prefer that you would utter my real name over something made up. Try saying Seokjin for me, little human." 

You'd rather force your shoulder back into its socket a hundred times before complying to a monster's wishes, but it isn't exactly a request you can refuse.

 So you grit your teeth, forcing out a stilted, "S-Seokjin." 

Disgust curls deep in your stomach as the siren's tail once again quivers back and forth, seemingly pleased with your acquiescence. 

You look across the lake at the unmoving mountain, mustering up the courage to ask the question that's been at the forefront of your mind ever since you woke up. "What happened to my crew?" You ask weakly, "Are any of them still alive?"

"No."

The answer comes easily, no hint of remorse or guilt in the siren's voice.

You can feel your nails ache and splinter against the rock as you scrape them across the surface, desperate for something to hold on to as you say, "Did you ... Did you eat them?" 

"Of course. Do you expect me to starve?" Seokjin replies impassively, "You humans hunt your food too, I've seen how you use those rope contraptions to gather up fish." 

You knew there was little chance of other survivors, but the confirmation still feels like a shock. Your vision swims, hot tears burning your eyes as unwelcome images of your crew – your captain – eaten by the very creature in front of you, flashes across your mind. 

"We don't hunt other humans! Nothing this close to our own species!" You cry, voice rising with anger as grief twists itself around your heart. Your crew might not have been much, but they were still the closest thing you had to a family – a home.

Seokjin looks unmoved by your outburst, bored almost, as he says, "Pet, this is how the ocean works. Do you lecture fish when they eat their smaller brethren? Species do not matter. It's either kill or die here." 

"Then why am I alive?" You ask, swallowing thickly around the lump in your throat.

The siren seems to perk up your question, scales glistening as he straightens up against the rock. He finally turns his head to face to you fully, his dark eyes sparkling with excitement. "See, little human, now you're finally asking the right thing. I find you fascinating – I haven't had a human pique my interest in many moons. I want to know how you managed to resist me for that long, why my thrall isn't as effective on you. What makes you so different from all the other humans that have jumped so willingly into my water?"

A foreboding sense of unease washes over you as Seokjin speaks, every muscle in your body tensing with fear. The siren wants to study you? The only way he can do that is to continue to use his thrall - his voice - and make you do things you do not want to do. He can force you to present your limbs for nibbling and you'll be none the wiser until it's too late. 

"I don't know," You shake your head, "I-I didn't even know you existed until last night!"

"How disappointing," Seokjin clicks, the flicker of emotion on his face once again melting away to nothing. "Well then, pet, as expected, it seems you will be staying here until my curiosity is sated."

"What?" You clamber to your knees, gripping them tightly to keep yourself from doing something as humiliating as bowing – begging – the awful creature in front of you for an ounce of humanity that he clearly does not have. 

"You can't do that, I can't stay here!" 

"Then jump in the water and see how long you last," Seokjin once again flicks his strong tail, the harsh smack sending a tremble down your spine. 

The siren's lips part into a something akin to a twisted smile, his blood speckled teeth making you sick as he hums, "Your thighs look delectable, little human, and I am quite prone to an early morning snack. So unless you want to watch as I eat you alive, you better stay put."

There's a minuscule quirk to his brows, a challenge, as he watches you absorb his words. Seokjin doesn't wait for you to give him an answer, your stunned silence more than enough for him. He doesn't spare you another glance as he pushes himself off the rock, effortlessly jumping back into the lake. It only takes a few seconds, a couple of strong flaps of his fin, before he disappears from view and his dark tail is nowhere to be seen.

You find yourself frozen to the spot, unable to move as you stare mindlessly at the spot Seokjin entered the water. The harsh ripples dancing over the surface is the only proof you have that you haven't lost your mind, that all of this is actually real. 

Pressing your hands to your face, you finally allow your body to break, to mourn, as you release pained sobs into your palms. Everything hurts. Your body, your mind, your heart. You have no idea how you're going to escape to the mountain on the other side, and even if you do, then what? The siren can just use his song to lure you back down. 

Seokjin has made the situation very clear. You can try to cross the lake and dive straight into your own grave, or you let him do what he wants. Either way – you fear it won't take long before the siren makes good on his promise.

You don't doubt it'll amuse him to make you watch as he tears you apart, piece by piece.

a/n: hello folks!! we are once again diving back into the TCS universe, only this time with seokjin as our lead mermaid! what do you think about him and his siren powers so far? this will likely only be a two part series, with more yandere behaviour and some smut in the final chapter, so if you enjoy the story so far please let me know! it’s really motivating to hear your thoughts and read your comments (and reblogs help a lot)!! 

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met him last night | ksj (m) pt. 2

➥ PAIRING: seokjin x fem!reader

➥ SUMMARY: You’ve worked in the office with Kim Seokjin for quite some time but you never really pay attention to him. He’s basically your stereotypical introverted nerd with complimentary glasses decorating his eyes and sweater vests clinging to his torso. Coincidentally, you bump into him outside of work. You’re in for the shock of your life when you find some stuff out about him.

➥ GENRE: smut ⋆ plot twist ⋆ porn with plot

➥ CATEGORY: two-shot

➥ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, bigdick!seokjin is real, protected sex, couch sex, praise kink, oral sex (rec m & f), face fucking, fingerfucking, cumshot on tits, cumshot on ass, little plottwist, doggy style, pinning arms back, cocky!seokjin, denied orgasm, missionary, minors DNI

➥ WORDCOUNT: 6.5k

a/n: ughhh i can’t believe its finally done! part 2 (and final part) to mhln !!! not betaread or anything so ignore any mistakes plsss hope u like it <3333 tell me ur thoughts <3

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You quickly straighten your back up, trying to hide your nerves with your eyes still glued to him, intently watching as he makes his way over to you. You lean back into your sofa, glancing up at him as he places his knee next to your thigh and his hand next to your head against the backrest of your sofa.

His other hand moves forward to tilt your chin up, his thumb gently caressing your jaw. “It’s a shame, truly,” he mumbles as he uses his thumb to start wiping off whatever is left of your lipgloss, bringing his gloss-covered thumb to his lips to lick it clean.

Your brows pinch together at his words. You swallow, an attempt at drowning out your nerves before asking, “What is?”

Silence settles around you for a few seconds before he decides to speak again.

“That I’ll ruin your pretty makeup.”

Those are the last words that leave his mouth before he hunches over you and presses his plump lips to yours. The finger that was previously on your chin travels down your jaw to your neck, gently wrapping his hand around your throat to pull your face closer to his.

You’re just about to return the kiss when he abruptly pulls back, face still a centimeter away from yours as he glances down at your lips. “You’re gorgeous,” he mumbles before plopping down on the couch next to you and tugs you to him by your waist, motioning for you to sit on his lap.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you hike your skirt up to lunge at him, throwing your thigh over his and climbing onto his lap. He sinks further into your couch and shifts his gaze up to your face, plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his hands tightly grip onto your hips.

He lets your hands roam his chest, letting you feel every dip and muscle as you look down at him through hooded eyelids, hands moving up to cup his face. Your face closes in on his, your lips softly pressing against his pillowy ones in a heated kiss.

His hands tighten their grip on your hips, fingers sinking into the fabric of your skirt which makes you yelp against his mouth. It gives him the chance to lick into your mouth and he does.

He tastes like tomato sauce and basil.

You wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt to pull him even closer, your breasts pressed flat into his chest.

His hands slide down the sides of your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze. His tongue dances around yours, head tilting to the side to close whatever distance was still in between you two.

Your hips involuntarily jolt and grind into his groin, a soft moan sliding up the back of your throat at the friction. A low grunt rumbles in his chest, his own hips bucking up into your core, returning the favor.

His erection hardens under your sex and your mouth salivates at the thought of his massive dick, you want to taste him. You want to taste him real bad.

You pull away from his lips with a deep inhale and say, “Fuck, I want to suck you off.”

His eyes shift up to stare into yours, an unreadable expression on his features. You can’t help but glance down at his swollen lips as you await his response, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of your panties sticking to your sex.

“Not beating around the bush anymore, hm?” A cocky grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he sinks even further into your couch, adjusting his hips in his seat to help you slide off his lap.

You get onto your knees in front of him, the cold tiles sending a shiver up your spine. You slowly travel your hands up his leg, softly squeezing his soft skin when your hands arrive at his thighs.

“Pull me out.”

The words leave his mouth filled with so much arrogance that you can’t help but reach for his belt straight away, unbuckling it with a quickness. Your eyes travel up his figure, glancing up at him through your pretty lashes but he’s already staring back at you, hand reaching up and resting on top of your head.

He lifts his hips off the couch to help you slide his pants down and he instantly palms himself through his boxers, his other hand moving down your face to tilt your chin up. “You’re so pretty.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip at his compliment, creating a tightness in your stomach and a squeeze in your core, pussy clenching around absolutely nothing.

You tuck your fingers under the hem of his boxers and slowly tug them down, watching in anticipation as his dick springs free from under the hem.

What the fuck?

Your eyes widen as you stare at his erection, it’s still hardening and it’s already bigger than any dick you’ve ever seen before. Big veins trail down his dark shaft, the head of his dick begging for attention.

A chuckle makes his chest rumble when he sees your reaction. His hand wraps around the base of his shaft, causing him to hiss at the touch, a soft grunt pushing past his lips. Your eyes shift to the precum leaking from his tip and you almost drool all over his slacks.

“How the fuck is that supposed to fit literally anywhere?” you grumble, eyes glancing up at him for the first time since seeing his dick and he’s just got a smug smirk sitting on his gorgeous lips.

“You can take it,” he quips, “can’t you?”

Oh.

Well, now you want to do just that.

He places his other hand on your cranium as he moves the tip of his dick across your lips, smearing them full of his precum. You continue to stare at him, never once breaking eye contact, giving him the best doe-eyes you can muster.

“Just tap me twice if it becomes too much,” he adds, a sincere look in his eyes. You nod to his words, placing your hands on his thighs as you mentally prepare yourself to have destroyed vocal cords tomorrow morning.

“Now, stop looking at me with those innocent eyes and open up that pretty mouth like a good girl.”

You don’t hesitate for a second after hearing his words, parting your lips to take him into your mouth almost immediately after. You lower your head, wrapping your lips around the head and you gently start sucking on it. The hiss leaving his mouth tells you that he enjoys that, making you push your tongue flat against his slit and swirl it around to collect his salty precum on your tastebuds.

His hand tenses on top of your head and his hips unexpectedly buck up, making you gag. You keep his dick in your mouth but glare up at him, just in time to see him give you a sheepish, apologetic smile. You grunt as you lower your head again, your saliva rolling down his shaft as you try to take as much as you can of him into your mouth.

“Holy shit,” whispers Seokjin, hand delicately stroking your hair.

You grab onto the base of his dick with both hands and let your saliva roll down your fingers to lube them up enough to pump the part you can’t reach. You begin to take more of him into your mouth but you haven’t even made it halfway down before the head of his dick hits the back of your throat, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he moans, his head rolling back onto the backrest of your coach, his chest dramatically rising and falling as he chases his breath.

You hum in response, watching how his hips are tensing and twitching, trying not to thrust up into your mouth. You slowly pull him out, a string of your saliva still connecting to his dick as you continue to jack him off. “I’ll let you fuck my mouth but if I tap twice, you have to stop, okay?”

His eyes shoot open at the offer and he whispers a low swear word before he nods and gets up onto his feet. He slings his suit jacket off, throwing it somewhere on your couch as you get onto your feet, hiking your skirt up so you can bend at the knees and squat in front of him since your knees were already starting to hurt.

He moves to stand in between your spread thighs, hands making their way back to your head as he slowly guides his dick back into your mouth. You move your hands up his bare legs, digging your nails into his warm skin as he starts thrusting into your warm, wet mouth.

You try to blink back your tears but it doesn’t help, every small thrust hits the back of your throat and you’re seconds away from suffocating. The tears start spilling out of your eyes but you refuse to stop him, the way he’s thrusting into your mouth with his head thrown back and soft moans leaving his lips is making you want to keep going, be the reason for his pleasure.

“Fuck, can I cum on your tits?” he asks in between moans, his thrusts getting even rougher. You finally tap his thigh twice and he immediately slides out of your mouth, reaching for your chin to make you tilt your head up at him. He scans your face with a concern frown but you simply slap his hand away.

Your hand reaches up as you start unbuttoning your silk shirt, successfully taking it off, tossing it aside and unclasping your bra all in a few seconds.

He doesn’t have to fucking ask twice.

He grunts, fingers coming back to hold your chin in place to look at him. Your makeup has undoubtedly smudged all over your face but you don’t care, not when Seokjin is looking at you as if you’re the most beautiful being he has ever laid his eyes upon.

He continues to pump himself with his other habd, chasing his own release. You slowly move back toward the couch, sprawling yourself out on the edge of the couch’s cushions and pulling Seokjin forwards to stand in between your spread thighs. You lean your upper back against the couch, allowing gravity to work for you as you reach up to his dick and take it from him, aiming the tip at your chest.

Your eyes travel up to meet his gaze as you start pumping him, watching as he stares you down with such overwhelming lust that it’s got your useless panties no longer acting as a barrier because you’re pretty sure you’ve started leaking through the fabric.

“Fuck,” he pauses after a deep inhale, “you’re so fucking pretty.”

An involuntary moan escapes your lips at the praise but your hands keep going, wanting nothing more than for him to cum all over your breasts.

“You’re pretty too,” you say with a sheepish smile, still looking up at him with your pretty eyes.

“I know,” he moans and the sight makes you giggle. At least he’s funny.

His dick twitches in your hand and before you know it, white ropes of his warm cum start coating your chest and nipples. He moans several swear words as he cums all over your breasts, his eyes taking in the sight and committing it to memory.

You’re upper body is sprawled on the couch cushions, tits covered in saliva and cum, makeup running down your face, hair fucked up.

You blink up at him with hooded eyes as your hands finally come to a stop, still gripping the base of his shaft.

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that,” he grunts, still chasing his breath as he wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

The Devil starts tugging on the corner of your lips, making you smirk. “Like what?”

“Like you want me to destroy you.”

You’re once again slapped in the face by his blunt words but you can’t help but want him to go through with that statement.

“But I do,” you reply, bringing up the back of your hand to wipe your chin clean of the saliva, or at least some of it.

“Yeah, I bet,” he mumbles as he starts unbuttoning his shirt and runs his hand through his hair, messing it up in the process.

He hunches over and pulls you up onto your feet, tugging your skirt down your hips without any obstacles and tossing it aside aggressively. He takes a seat on the couch and spreads his legs wide apart before tugging you toward him to sit in between his legs.

You move to tug off your panties but he stops you, just patting the spot in between his thighs, motioning for you to turn around. You blink at him for a moment before you place your ass right in between his thighs and lean your back into his chest like he wants you to.

His hand trails down your waist to your thigh, awakening the thousands of goosebumps underneath the upperlayer of your skin. He taps your skin gently, mumbling something about spreading for him and you comply.

He uses his other hand to hold your leg apart from the other by placing his hand under the back of your knee and pulling it up while his other hand slowly starts rubbing circles onto your clothed pussy.

You sigh at the friction, finally getting some attention and a soft moan escapes your lips.

“Fuck, you got that wet from sucking me off?” His voice rings in your ear and his proximity almost makes you dizzy, it’s the only explanation for the room that seems to be spinning around you. His words too, because they’re true. The kissing turned you on but letting him use your mouth left you dripping with arousal.

You hum in response as your hips start to roll into his hand, your eyes trailing down to your chest that’s still covered in his cum.

“Leave it like that, you look so pretty.” He must’ve noticed the way you were eyeing his load on your chest but you quickly nod, assuring him you were in no hurry to get rid of it.

He slowly peels your panties off your pussy, noticing the way they stick to your folds. He hums in delight as he pushes your underwear to the side. Your gaze shifts downwards and you intently watch as he effortlessly slides his fingers in between your folds, his fingers already soaked with your slick.

He pulls his fingers back, wanting a glimpse of his fingers covered in your slick. “Fuck,” whispers Seokjin.

You lean your head back into the crook of his neck as you moan softly, chest rising and falling dramatically. His lips leave soft kisses on the side of your neck as his fingers rub your clit, down to your slit, down to your hole to gently tease it.

You’re going to need all the preparation you can get because his dick will undoubtedly make you feel like you’re having sex for the first time all over again.

You impatiently rut your hips into his fingers but he just chuckles, gathering your slick onto his fingers and smearing it all over your sex.

“You’re so impatient, pretty.” His beautiful voice feels like it’s being ladled into your ear by a cloud yet his tone is coated in mockery.

You merely grunt in response before actually using your words. You grumble, “Put them in.”

A hoarse laugh pushes past his lips before he slides his middle and ring finger into your pussy, curling them right away. He watches you with a twisted smirk on his lips as you start writhing on him, bucking your hips the moment his fingertips graze your g-spot.

He shushes you quietly as he begins to fuck his fingers into you, slamming his palm against your clit and doing so at an angle that causes the disgusting gushing sound of your wet pussy to ring in your ears.

You shake your head, you plead, you cry, you do anything to let him know you want to cum, right now, right here on his fingers.

“Listen to that,” he mumbles, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he continues to curl his fingers every now and then. He watches you from the corner of his eyes, thoroughly enjoying how he’s got you writhing for him. “I need a taste.”

That’s all he says before hoisting you off of him and tossing you beside him, onto your couch. A gasp leaves your throat at the sudden strength he uses to do that and the way he drags you to the edge of the cushions, legs spread for him.

He settles on his knees in between your thighs, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy in front of him. “Would you look at that?” he whispers, using his fingers to spread your folds for him.

Fortunately, he wastes no time and lowers his mouth onto your sex, tongue pressed flat against it as he licks up all of your arousal – that he’s the sole cause of.

A pathetic whimper slides up the back of your throat, legs jerking and body squirming under him but he simply chuckles. “I haven’t even done anything, look at you squirming.”

But then, his smile is nowhere to be seen and he’s got a black expression on his beautiful face. “Stay still,” he demands, his voice low and his eyes fixed on your pussy.

Your hips are restrained by his hands, holding you down against the couch as his tongue goes on a rampage against your poor clit. You cry and mewl under him, thighs shaking and fingers gripping at the pillows decorating your couch.

“Fuck,” you moan once he shoves his tongue into you, nose bumping against your clit and teasing you further while he fucks his wet muscle into you.

All you can do is moan and cry his name, fingers tugging at his perfectly styled hair but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“This pussy,” he mumbles as he shakes his head. “Might never get enough of it.” He dives right back in, mouth completely and aggressively devouring you as if he didn’t just have a meal.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you sniff, hips jerking and thighs clenching but he continues to hold you down, not allowing you to escape his grasp. Your warning words only seem to encourage him as he completely sucks you for what you’re worth.

His precision and movements never falter, continuously stimulating your clit. “You’re already making me hard again,” he says matter-of-factly once he pulls back from your pussy. You think he’s edging you but that thought gets thrown out the window when he suddenly hooks his hands around the back of your thighs and shoves your legs toward you, pressed against your torso to spread you out even more for him.

If this pose isn’t embarrassing enough, him staring down at your pussy like this would certainly be enough to make you anxious.

“What?” you ask quietly as you glance down at him, your chest still in- and deflating from all that pleasure you received just now.

He glances up into your eyes for a few seconds with an unreadable look in his eyes before shifting his eyes back down to your sex, so spread and so exposed for him. “Just admiring your pussy. Can’t I?”

Your teeth roughly bite down on your bottom lip, eyes still watching his every move in anticipation.

But then he simply chuckles to himself before closing in on your pussy again and licking, sucking, making out with your nether regions as if he hasn’t eaten in days. Holy shit, he’s fucking good.

Ugh, why would anyone want to ditch him?

You almost flinch when he exhales slightly, something you’d describe as a quick chuckle. His breath drapes all over your pussy, making you glance down at him but he’s already staring at you.

“Why, thank you.” He rises to his feet as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and ditches the rest of his clothes. “But I was never stood up.”

Your brows pinch together. What is he talking about?

Hold on.

Did you actually say that outloud? Fuck. You goofy bitch!

“What do you mean, you were never stood up?” you mumble as you watch him rip a condom package with his teeth and slowly roll the condom onto his massive dick, giving it a few test tugs.

“Yeah, I lied,” he says nonchalantly as he pulls your leg up and slings it over his shoulder, pulling you to the edge of the couch whilst he stays kneeling on the floor in front of you.

“You lied? How did you lie? I saw you there, sitting by yourself…”

“Yeah, about that...” He slowly starts to push in, making sure to watch your face for any sign of regret or un-readiness.

But you simply squeeze your eyes shut at the burn, he’s inhumanely big and you’re already seeing celestial bodies on the back of your eyelids from how tightly you’re squeezing your eyes shut but he’s being very careful, clearly experienced in this regard.

Did he decide to spring that bullshit on you whilst pushing into you so you’d forget about it?

Well, it’s working. What the fuck?

You can’t help it, your teeth are digging into your bottom lip and your eyes are finally open once he bottoms out. Your walls are burning from the stretch, clearly not very welcoming in these few moments. A few of his hair strands are sticking to his forehead from the sweat but he never loses concentration of going slow and steady.

“You okay?” he whispers, gently rubbing your clit in hopes of helping you relax.

“Ye… Yeah, I think,” you whisper in response, mind clouded. You can’t think about anything else right now.

He slowly nods his head. “You’re going to squeeze my fucking dick off, doll. Relax for me,” he whispers as he reaches over to smooth out the scrunch in your brows with his thumb.

Damn, he’s so damn sexy. You really don’t know him at all.

“Well, clearly I’ve never had something that big shoved in there,” you snark, struggling a little as you do your best to just relax but of course, it’s easier said than done.

“I’ve never fucked anything this tight either,” he chuckles as he leans a bit closer into you, still fully shoved into you, yet not moving. “Let me kiss you.”

You stare into his big brown eyes, your own eyes dropping down to his lips before trailing back up to his eyes.

“Just breathe. You can take it, princess. Look at you, you look so pretty under me.” He leans further down until he’s pressed his lips against yours and if this is him trying to get your mind off of getting split in half by his dick, it’s working.

Because kissing Seokjin is otherworldly. His lips are so plump and pillowy, you could kiss him for fucking hours. You wonder what his lips would look like after making out for hours, swollen and red. Fuck.

He kisses you gently, one thumb still rubbing your clit and you’re trying so hard not to clench around his dick because you’re scared you might actually squeeze his dick off.

“Move,” you demand after a few moments of kissing, wrapping your legs around his waist and caging him in by locking your feet with each other behind his back.

He slowly, very slowly, starts to pull out of you, leaving the head of his dick inside before pushing back into you.

You mewl at the intrusion, throat dry with the sounds you’ve been letting out.

“Shhh, you’re doing so well. Taking it like a champ,” he whispers against your lips, steadily thrusting into you.

Ugh, what happened in your life for the nerdy intern to be talking you through sex right now?

“Faster,” you mumble once he pulls away from your lips, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I hear you,” he chuckles as he picks up the pace of his thrusting, hips rolling into yours at a delicious pace.

“Fuck,” you moan, actually enjoying the burning fullness he gives you. “Fuck, you– you said something about… about lying to me?”

He glances into your eyes, a pinch in his brows as he tries to keep himself from just moaning in response. “Yeah, I lied to you, princess. Sorry about that.”

A cry rips through your poor throat when he suddenly starts snapping his hips into yours, pounding you at a pace and with a type of strength that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Is he doing that to stop you from interrogating him?

“Shit, you’re making a mess on your floor, beautiful.” He says it with such cockiness in his tone that it makes you want to smack him right across the face but he’s just so fucking fine that you have no choice but to let it slide.

You watch as he reaches over to grab some of the paper towels that you placed on the coffee table earlier and uses them to wipe down his cum from your chest to avoid making a mess on your couch.

At least he’s considerate, you suppose.

You drop your head further back against the cushions, moans continuously spilling from your lips as his hips pound into yours, his dick rubbing every single millimeter of your slick walls.

Tears spill out of your eyes from all the sensations ripping through your body, your own hand coming up to shield the outside world from your loudness but Seokjin is quicker, slapping your hand away from your mouth.

“Let me hear how pretty I make you sound.” He simply continues to fuck into you, making sure your leg stays secured against his torso and over his shoulder.

He deliberately fucks you at an angle that makes the squelching of your pussy that much louder and embarrassing. “Listen to that,” he whispers, mockery on his face and a curl at the corners of his lips.

“Shut up,” you whimper, cheeks heated in embarrassment. “Don’t think I–” you yelp, “I forgot about you telling me you lied to me.”

He merely hums in response and leans back a bit, grabbing both your legs by the back of your knees and pushing them toward your chest while he continues to snap his hips into yours, stretching you out so harsh yet so fucking good.

“If you ask the right questions, I promise I’ll answer honestly.” His ragged breathing betrays his act of nonchalance but you’re too fucked out to point it out.

Ugh. Is this a game to him?

You inhale a shaky breath. “Did you get stood up or not?” you ask, hoping he’ll give you the clarification you’re looking for despite already having told you that he lied to you about it.

“No,” he replies, teeth digging into his plump bottom lip as you clench and squeeze around him.

You manage to ask through moans, “So, she did show up?”

He shakes his head, eyes glued to the way his dick slides in and out of you. He abruptly pulls out and turns you over by your waist, pressing your face, stomach and chest deeply into the cushions of your couch and wastes no time slamming back into you.

“Fuck!” you cry out with your knees now on the floor, mouth practically drooling all over your couch as he tugs your arms towards him and bends them at the elbows to pin them into your lower back, keeping you caged and with no other option than to take it.

And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“No,” he grunts in reply, hips continuously snapping into your ass and his eyes glued to your bum recoiling against his body.

What the hell? He’s not making any sense.

If she didn’t show up, that means he got stood up, doesn’t it?

Wait.

The realization sets.

“Did–” you pause, trying to catch your breath. “Did you have a date at all?”

He hums in response as he fucks you, one hand keeping your arms pinned and one hand coming down to squeeze the soft skin of your ass.

“I didn’t.”

Huh?

An involuntary sob escapes you, earning a cocky chuckle from him. Bastard. “So,” you start, “what were you doing there?”

He was just sitting there. He hadn’t even ordered yet. Why the hell was he there?

He kisses his teeth with a loud smack as he stays quiet for a few moments after your question. “I own the restaurant.”

Record scratch.

What?

You echo, “You own the restaurant?”

That restaurant is very fancy and pricey, why was he working in a company like yours if he owned a restaurant like that?

“Well, my dad does.” He lets go of your arms to grip both your hips, rocking you back onto his sex instead of fucking you. “I’ll be inheriting it soon.”

Fucking hell.

That explains the expensive car.

The next few moments are just filled with moans, heavy breathing and skin slapping. His fingers dig into your skin, gripping you tightly as if you’d slip through of his fingers.

Your own hand reaches down and starts rubbing at your clit, teeth abusing your bottom lip as you squeeze your eyes shut. “Fuck,” you whimper as your orgasm starts approaching.

“You gonna cum?” he whispers, slightly picking up the pace of his thrusts.

You quickly nod your head, face still buried in your coach and it’s going to be very fun to clean that makeup off your couch.

“Go on, then,” he encourages, his hand coming down to your ass in a rough slap, making you jolt forwards from the impact.

Swear words continue to fall from his lips and you struggle to even form a coherent sentence.

But then, the world stops spinning and the room starts to.

Your phone is ringing. Fuck!

You slowly reach over and turn your screen to face you, curses falling from your lips.

Seokjin asks, “Who is that?”

Fuck. “It’s Taehyung. He probably wants to know if I got home okay. I’ll just text him la–”

“Pick up,” he says, thrusts never halting. Actually, his hips pound into yours even harsher. Bastard.

You squeal, “I’m not going to pick up while I’m–”

He cuts you off. “While you’re getting fucked by me?”

“It has nothing to do with you. Just… you know. Me getting fucked.”

A sultry chuckle leaves his mouth and he gradually slows down in pace, sensually rolling his hips into yours. “Go on, pick up.”

An exasperated sigh leaves your mouth quietly as you accept the call and put the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Yo, where are you?”

“I’m uh,” you mumble as you shake your head, trying so hard to not focus on the way the tip of Seokjin’s dick softly kisses your cervix with each thrust. “I’m home.”

“Alright. Cool if I come over?”

Your eyes almost pop out of your eye sockets. “What? No. You can’t come over.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because,” you pause as you glance over your shoulder into Seokjin’s eyes with an expression on your face that only feeds his damn ego. “Just because, okay?”

“But you– oh.” Taehyung goes quiet. “Oh. I see how it is,” he says and you can practically hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

“Bye, Taehyung.”

“I bet you’re getting dicked down by big dick Seokj–”

Your thumb quickly slams down on the red hang up button before you toss your phone aside, ready to hear Seokjin’s comments and questions about the phone call but he doesn’t say anything.

Instead, he picks up the pace again, fucking you just the way he seems to like it.

He places his hands on your shoulders and continues to fuck the absolute shit out of you, making you arch your back and ruin your throat with the way he’s pounding your poor pussy.

The consistent thrusts and his silent whispers of praise are what ultimately send you over the edge, your entire body shuddering and falling limp against the couch as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. You pathetically cry out under him, clenching around him, the entire room spinning as his big dick slides in and out of you.

“Shit, you’re so fucking hot,” he mumbles as he spreads your asscheeks apart, eyes glued to how he slides in and out of you and the way your tight pussy grips onto him. “Can I cum on you again?”

Fuck. He can cum wherever the fuck he wants.

“Yeah,” you whimper in overstimulation, not having enough energy or sass to roll your eyes at his cocky chuckle. Bastard.

“You’re so good to me,” he whispers, hips snapping into your ass as he chases his own high. It doesn’t take long until he completely pulls out of you and yanks the condom off, aiming his dick at your ass and unloading all over your bum, coating your skin in his cum.

“Fuck,” he groans, watching as you reach for your ass and spread your cheeks for him, looking over your shoulder at him.

He mumbles, “Shit, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You merely hum in response, still in the clouds from that orgasm as he milks himself of every drop on your soft skin.

After he comes down from his high, he focuses on catching his breath but doesn’t wait for much longer until he reaches for the roll of paper towels again. He quietly cleans you up, slow and steady, making sure not to spill before he moves onto the mess you made on the floor.

He gently tugs your panties back up your legs and by the time he’s helped you sit back onto the couch, he’s already fully dressed.

He looks down at you, wiping some of your makeup with the paper towels but it’s not doing much. “I like how fucked your face is,” he comments, rubbing your chin with his thumb as he stands before you.

A scowl forms on your face but it just elicits a chuckle from him before he leans down and softly pecks your lips.

He reaches for your elbows and helps you rise to your feet, asking for directions to your room.

Once he’s helped you out of your clothes and thoroughly cleaned you up, he helps you into bed.

When the click of the door handle being turned reaches your ears, you stop him by calling out his name and it makes him glance at you over his. shoulder. “You can just stay. It’s really late.”

He stares at you for a moment before chuckling and adding a shake to his head for good measure. “One conversation and I’m spending the night? I wonder how long it’ll take for you to fall for me.”

You roll your eyes exaggeratedly and pettily turn onto your side, giving him your cold back. “Then don’t stay, I was just trying to be polite.”

His obnoxious laugh rips through your eardrums and it’s like he’s the only person on Earth with you now.

It isn’t long before you hear the ruffling of his clothes and the mattress behind you dipping under his weight.

You try to go to sleep with his soft breath grazing your neck but unfortunately, you can’t ignore it and it takes you a whole lot of time to actually doze off.

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The soft clinking of metal wakes you out of your slumber. You slowly awaken, your eyes meeting his figure in the corner of your room as he buckles his belt in front of the mirror.

You slowly sit up and rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Why did you lie to me?” you hoarsely ask him, this time not beating around the bush.

He glances at you through the mirror for a second, probably surprised that you’ve woken up. He then fully returns his attention to himself and shrugs his shoulders with a hint of nonchalance. “Why were you nice to me when no one else was?”

At this, you can’t help but frown. What kind of a question is that? “Because I’m a decent human being?”

He tilts his head to the side at your answer, eyes staring at you through the mirror in silence for several seconds.

“And I’m not.” He turns around to face you. “Does that answer your question, lovely?” he says it with so much nonchalance and arrogance, like he genuinely doesn’t care at all.

You idly blink at him through the mirror from where you’re seated, mind booming with all the images of nerdy Seokjin and it’s like you’re staring at a completely different person. Are you sure he doesn’t have an evil twin or something like that?

He slowly walks up to you and it makes you sit up even straighter and for some reason his proximity still makes you nervous. Your eyes slowly travel up his body, finally glancing at him through your pretty lashes.

“I put my number on that note over there. Call me whenever you need me.” He nods towards your nightstand and you follow his line of direction, noticing a pink post-it with his number, name and a winking smiley scribbled on it.

When you turn your head back to look at him, he raises his hand and strokes your head before leaning down to press a gentle peck to your pouty lips. “Or whenever you want me, I don’t judge.” He winks at you, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb before straightening his back and gathering his wallet and keys.

Is this really how it’s going to go?

“Wait,” you call out. He cocks an eyebrow at you as he absentmindedly slides his wallet and keys into the pockets of his slacks.

You say, “Am I supposed to just… act like nothing happened?” With a slight shake to your head, you continue, “Tomorrow at work? Like you haven’t shown me your true colors?”

Is he going to act like nothing happened? Is he going to be the same Seokjin you’ve always known? Will he have a distinct look in your eye every time he looks at you? Couldn’t you just out him to the others? Why was he comfortable showing you such private matters about himself?

His dark eyes stare into yours for a moment longer and it almost stings, it stings the way he stares you down. The faintest smirk creeps onto his lips and you can swear you just met the Devil, standing face to face with evil reincarnated.

Then, he simply shrugs his shoulders and drops them again as he heads out the door, not even looking back at you.

“It’s not like anyone would believe you anyways.”

And with that, he exits your apartment, leaving you to process what happened in the past 12 hours on your own.

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The Horrible Un-Haunting of Elliot House

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Ghost!AU / Romance / Comedy (?)

Pairing: Seokjin / Reader (she/her)

Synopsis: Some houses are harder to sell than others but you, Y/N, are determined to find the (supposedly) haunted Elliot House a new owner. That is, until it's very real and very hot exceedingly well-dressed ghost decides to make himself known. If only you didn't find yourself enjoying the knowing.

Rating: PG-13 (kissing but nothing beyond that)

Word Count: 6,214

Author's Note: hope you enjoy this random Halloween "drabble"! This got oddly angsty? I suppose that happens with ghost love LOL

[ Cross-Posted to Wattpad ]

“Through here,” you say, leading the Gundersons through an arched door. “You’ll find the most adorable sunroom.”

The Gundersons both gasp, appropriately awed by the tall walls of windows. Each panel is topped with stained glass, casting colorful patterns across the checkered floor. Technically, the sunroom isn’t part of the original house – it was added in 1975 during a brief period the address was owned by a cult – but you rarely disclose this fact during tours. Most people don’t care which parts of the house are original, so long as they can say they bought a 19th century Tudor.

Not that you blame them. Most people (or at least, sane people) appreciate the romanticism of an old structure without actually wanting to live in one. Modern amenities are the top benefit of progress, after all. The government couldn’t pay you to live without modern heating, plumbing, or refrigeration.

“Margaret, did you see?” Arthur Gunderson, a slightly rotund lawyer, and husband of said Margaret, gestures emphatically. “I’ll be damned if this stained glass isn’t Tiffany! See there, see that stamp in the corner?”

“Good eye, sir!” you chirp, barely glancing up from your clipboard.

Truthfully, you aren’t sure whether the glass is authentic. The cult that installed could hardly be called profitable (they sold the house at a loss after less than ten years, although this likely had more to do with crimes committed on said property than their income, but you digress), so you’d be hard-pressed to believe they could afford real Tiffany.

If this is what convinces the Gundersons to buy though, you’re hardly a realtor to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Ticking a box in the upper right corner – sunroom – you look up. “Right, well. That’s most of the lower level.” Pivoting on your heel, you head towards the corridor. “If you two will follow me upstairs, we can –”

“What’s that?”

Steps slowing, you stare at the plaster wall. A moment passes, then two before you convince yourself to turn around. When you see where Arthur Gunderson points, a relieved breath leaves your lips.

“Oh, that?” Floorboards squeak as you cross the room, sounding almost like laughter. “That’s the cellar. I’d offer you a look but unfortunately, the staircase isn’t quite up to code. You’ll need someone to look at that ASAP if you buy.”

Hovering at the wooden door, you grasp its bronze knob and pull. Tugging the cord for the light, you briefly scan the stairs but spot nothing unusual. Mostly convinced, you dutifully step aside.

“Feel free to look,” you say brightly.

The Gundersons crowd the landing you vacated.

“Careful, honey,” Arthur warns, holding Margaret’s elbow. “These stairs are steep.”

Standing on tiptoe, Margaret peers beyond him into the basement gloom. It could be your imagination, but she almost seems disappointed. A few cobwebs and shadows line the staircase, but nothing more sinister.

Hiding a smile, you check the next box. Cellar. Sometimes, people request to see this house not because they’re interested in buying it, but for the thrill. Entering the haunted Elliot house and surviving will make a great tale to tell their friends over cocktails.

Lowering your clipboard, you glance upward. So far, everything has gone to plan, which is partly the problem. You must’ve shown this house thirty times and always, something has gone wrong by now. Before being assigned its realtor, you believed in the paranormal, but only in a theoretical way. Not because you’d witnessed anything spectral.

Your opinions since then have changed.

Turning sharply, you plaster a smile on your face. “Shall we?”

Stepping back, Margaret pulls wiry frames from her jacket pocket. “I must admit,” she says with an embarrassed laugh. “Based on what our last realtor said, I was expecting far worse from this property.”

Although your smile tightens, you nod. The other realtor had a point – Elliot house could be temperamental, at best. Downright petulant, at worst. You glare again at the ceiling.

“We get that a lot,” you say, ushering them down the hall. Best not to linger. “Whenever a house sits too long on the market, you know – people talk. Lots of rumors!”

“Oh, sure,” Arthur says, passing you with a chuckle. “We’re not superstitious, don’t worry.”

“Oh?” you say lightly, remaining behind. “That’s good to know. Now, if you head down the hall, you’ll reach the foyer. All the crown molding you pass is original. The house’s first owner and builder, Daniel Baker, was something of a craftsman. He –”

Abruptly, you cease talking and stare at the stairwell. Halfway down the steps, where before there was nothing, sits a perfectly ripe orange. Eyes narrowed, you stare at this a long beat before yanking the light cord down and shutting the door.

Glancing upward, you hiss, “Not today, I swear to – well, whatever hellish being you worship.”

The wind sounds almost like laughter, but you don’t stick around long enough to find out if that’s true. Shaking your head, you traipse down the front hall in search of the Gundersons. Luckily, they’re too busy taking pictures of the aforementioned crown molding to have noticed your absence.

“Shall we?” you say, gesturing at the front stairs.

Pocketing their phones, they begin their ascent. You wait at the bottom, giving them space to discuss the house. From personal experience, buyers tend to appreciate when you don’t hover.

Besides, the grand staircase is your favorite feature – equal parts artwork and functionality. From your place at its bottom, you admire the craftsmanship. Starting the climb, your fingertips skim whorls in the wood and for a second, you feel a phantom hand rest over yours.

Scowling darkly, you yank your palm away. Reaching the landing, you clutch at your clipboard tighter and walk forward.

“This way!” you say, practically shoving the Gundersons into the first bedroom.

While they ooh and ah about the bay windows, you tick another box on your spreadsheet. Master bedroom.

The second you’re done, the pen slips from your grasp and hovers in mid-air. It then turns, point-down, to scrawl something in the margin.

‘Master’ bedroom? Kiiind of racist, don’t you think?

Teeth gritted, you snatch your pen back. “I wasn’t the one who created the spreadsheet, okay?” you whisper. “And while, yes, I agree, and other realtors are moving away from that language, I don’t–”

“Pardon?” Arthur Gunderson peers, confused, over his shoulder.

Somewhat manic, you smile. “Oh, nothing,” you say, the words sounding high-pitched, even to you. “I was just reminding myself to show you the main bathroom. Beautiful claw-foot tub.”

“Oh. Sure,” says Arthur, returning to his wife.

Head whipping sideways, you glare at the most likely place Seokjin would be. A chuckle drifts past your ear on the other side, and your scowl deepens.

Once an appropriate amount of time goes by, you usher the Gundersons into the next bedroom. Hovering outside, you calculate how quickly you can convince them to leave. The longer they stay, the worse the so-called haunting will be.

You should have known better than to show them this house, but they were insistent. Or at least, Arthur was. Margaret seems reasonably paranoid, which you deem a positive quality. Everyone within a hundred-mile radius has heard of the haunted Elliot house.

Even the name is confusing, since it doesn’t bear the name of its builder, Daniel Baker, nor its longest resident, Mr. Josiah Whitley. Instead, it’s named for Nathaniel Elliot, the cult leader who murdered a man on its premises in 1978. Obviously, this fact wasn’t known to the public until after the cult sold the house and moved far away.

Eventually, Mr. Elliot was tried and found guilty of murder, but this was much later. Wincing a little, you glance at the ceiling. Seokjin has said many times that ghosts can’t read minds, but you wouldn’t put it past him to lie for a punchline. Even if he can’t read your mind, the faint scent of cedar lets you know he’s nearby.

Quickening your stride, you show the Gundersons the next bedroom. “This is one of my favorites,” you say, pulling hard on its warped door. “The view from that window is stunning. You can see all the way to the brook!”

Taking the bait, Margaret crosses the room. “Oh, look, Arthur!” she exclaims, leaning forward. “There’s a gazebo!”

He follows at a more leisurely pace, frowning when he spots a lone cobweb in the corner. Sighing, you swipe at this as you pass, almost certain the web wasn’t there this morning.

While the two converse, you pull out your clipboard and run down the list again.

Most days at your job are like today – running down lists and waiting for other people to make their own life decisions. Becoming a realtor wasn’t so much a choice as it was thrust upon you. When your mom got sick your senior year of grad school, you returned to take care of her and finished your coursework remotely.

There were only so many jobs with flexible hours, and you ended up getting your realtor’s license to support her on the side. When your mom passed, you stuck around to sort out her paperwork and affairs. Two years later, everything is in order and still, you remain. Stuck in a holding pattern, showing houses and too afraid to try your hand at anything different.

BANG.

The sudden noise from above plunges the room into silence. Both Arthur and Margaret swivel, wide eyes landing on you.

Margaret’s glasses chain trembles. “What was tha–”

“My assistant,” you blurt, backing towards the door. “He mentioned he would stop by to drop off some keys. That must be him – I’ll go and check!”

“But…” Arthur stares. “The noise came from above.”

“Be right back!” you call, stepping into the hall.

As fast as possible without raising suspicion, you rush down the hall. “Seokjin,” you hiss, hand skimming the banister as you descend. “Stop that right now!”

No one responds – not that you thought he would. Crossing the foyer, you reach the cellar door and yank it open. Flicking the overhead light, you see the orange has disappeared. Rolling your eyes, you shut the door.

“This isn’t funny,” you huff out loud to no one.

Far above you, a low groan shakes the house. Honestly, it sounds more sexual than scary, but you suppose that only makes it more sinister. Reaching the foyer, you slow your pace and set down your clipboard. Suppressing a sigh, you glance at the clock. This has happened enough times that you can predict things to the minute.

Crossing your arms, you tap your foot and count down in your head.

One – increased groaning. Sometimes from the cellar, often the attic and, during one memorable visit, from behind a locked bathroom door.

Two – shuffling feet while the Gundersons (insert buyer’s name here) debate whether to run or wait it out. They hastily whisper, wondering if it’s their minds playing tricks.

Third – laughter. Seokjin will say it sounds lilting but to you, his laughter is more akin to a car’s windshield wipers. Today, said laughter drifts from the main bedroom, immediately followed by the Gundersons’ screaming.

Directly above you, Margaret’s heels pound wooden floors. Wincing, you make a mental reminder to buff the scuffs from the wood.

“ARTHUR!” she calls, her voice pitching upward.

“Right behind you!” he bellows.

When the lights in the foyer flicker, you lean against the grand railing. In your experience, there’s nothing you can do now to save the showing. As soon as Seokjin reveals himself, it’s only a matter of time.

“Whoooo dareeessss to disturrrrrb meeeee!” he wails, and you try not to laugh. “This is MYYYY homeeee and you are nooooot welcomeeeee! OoOOOOooooOOo!”

Arthur is first down the stairs. Reluctantly, you step forward – as their realtor, you’ll try to calm them down and get them out. All part of the plan. What’s not part of the plan is Arthur’s blind panic, elbowing you – hard – in the stomach as he runs past.

Concaving, you stumble, your foot catching on a loose floorboard as you fall backwards. Suddenly, a pink cushion slides between you and the floor. You land in the middle of it, shocked but unharmed.

Arthur yanks open the front door. “You!” he blurts, whipping around to point. Blinking, you fight the urge to glance over your shoulder. “Yes, you,” he scoffs, spittle flying as Margaret runs past. “I don’t know if this is your idea of a sick joke or what, but your manager will be hearing from me!”

Before you can formulate a response, Arthur is out the front door. You hear the sound of their car starting, exhaust billowing behind them as they speed down the street.

Propping yourself on one elbow, you release a sigh. The house has fallen silent, almost sheepish in its total lack of sound. Head lolling back, you glare at the ceiling.

“You are so annoying,” you groan, well-aware you sound crazy. “I honestly don’t know what you’re looking for, Seokjin. The Gundersons were fine.”

The front door slams.

An outline of a person materializes between you and the living room, seeming composed of dust motes and sunshine. Turning your glare in their direction, you tap your fingers against the oak floor.

Seokjin solidifies fully, rakishly leaning against the paneled wall. He’s dressed in the same navy three-piece suit he wore when he died, albeit with his hair styled in this century’s fashion. Seokjin once said ghosts are able to change their appearance, but most choose not to. There’s little point to it, and it wastes precious energy.

Sadly, he shakes his head. “See, that’s where you’re wrong,” Seokjin says, his deep timbre resonating through floorboards beneath you.

“Show off,” you mutter.

Lips twitching, he crooks a finger. The foyer light ceases to flicker, and Seokjin straightens. Dusting invisible dust from his shoulders, he walks forward.

“The Gundersons were tiresome,” he says. “I would’ve been bored of them in months, started haunting again, and this house would’ve gone right back on the market. Really, I saved you trouble in the long run. You can thank me later.”

“Oh, no,” you deadpan. “Two commissions on the same property. What a horrible fate.”

“Exactly. You’re welcome.”

Fighting an eye roll, you push yourself upward with cushion in hand. At least Seokjin was kind enough to break your fall, even if he caused the circumstances which led to it in the first place.

Brushing the dirt from the cushion, you shake your head. “You do know that eventually, someone will buy this house and you’ll have to make peace with that fact. Right?”

When Seokjin doesn’t immediately respond, you look up. His dark gaze lingers a second longer than necessary, briskly looking away when he catches you watching.

“I know,” Seokjin says, turning around. “Might I point out though, that I don’t have to make peace with anything. Ghost,” he adds, pointing at himself. “Not making peace with things is our bread and butter.”

“People have owned this house before, though.”

“Boring people,” Seokjin mutters.

“That didn’t seem to bother you back then!”

Seokjin enters the living room. “Ugh,” he groans, dropping onto a chaise. Dust motes spiral around him, as though he were solid. “If I must be trapped on the material plane, Y/N, the least the material plane could do is provide some entertainment. And the lovemaking of two seventy-year-olds doesn’t count,” he adds, fixing you with a glare.

Stifling laughter, you follow him into the parlor. Fluffing the cushion, you replace it on its chair and survey the room. Seokjin lounges dramatically and it could be your imagination, but he almost looks solid. More so than the first time you met, anyways.

He nearly scared the shit out of you, back then. Everyone at the firm warned you this house was haunted but were purposefully vague on the supernatural. The warnings they gave you were borderline mundane.

Oh, yeah, that house has been on the market forever. People say that it’s haunted, but I’d honestly be more worried about rats. Or asbestos – popcorn ceilings didn’t age well for a reason. And I don’t know if it’s true, but I heard a convict once lived in the basement for three months before the cops caught him. Watch out for that!

You entered this house with more than your usual trepidation, pepper spray in one hand and a flashlight in the other. Apparently, the wiring wasn’t all up to code – something you’ve since rectified with the city.

The sound of the door creak could’ve been written by the Brothers Grimm themselves, textbook gothic. Your flashlight swept over dusty floors, faint footprints remaining to remind you of its past. Spine steeled, you forced yourself to continue.

Finding a light switch, you flicked upward, and the chandelier came to life. The lighting was dim, barely enough to see by on a rainy day. Keeping your flashlight, you wandered into the parlor and came to a sudden stop. Forest green wallpaper lined the walls, remarkably intact for its age. Stunned, you turned in a slow circle.

Moody maximalism was one of your favorite design styles, and this room was made for it. With a slightly better attitude, you resumed your walk-through, discovering a hidden cupboard in the kitchen and a dumbwaiter to nowhere. The second-floor entry point had been boarded up, but that could be rectified.

Some of the woodwork of the house was scuffed, and a few corners held fallen leaves, but overall, it was in great condition. None of the realtors had prepared you for that – you arrived expecting a war zone and were pleasantly surprised.

On the second floor, you found a library – or what had once been the library, given the shelving was empty – that made you audibly gasp. Blue-black custom shelves extended along three of the walls. Closer to the door, a bright square of color remained from where a painting had hung.

Curious, your fingers traced the edges. “This place is unreal,” you murmured to yourself.

“I know, right?” said a voice directly in your ear.

Like any sane person, you screamed and jumped skyward. Your flashlight fell, its beam rolling over and over until it hit a baseboard. You didn’t stick around to find out, turning fast on your heel and bolting into the hall.

Thundering down the front stairs – wincing as the wood groaned – you nearly reached the foyer when Seokjin appeared.

“Boo,” he said calmly, between you and the door.

Coming to a shuddering halt, your hand gripped the railing. The ghost was impeccably dressed, if slightly invisible, and raised a dark brow in response to your flight.

Gaze darting sideways, you sought a second exit but all you could recall was the cellar and that wasn’t an option. Years of training from watching scary movies kicked in at that point, and you slowly straightened. Running away would do nothing – a ghost could follow you anywhere – so, maybe reasoning with him would be the best option.

“What do you want?” you asked, masking your fear to plant both hands on your hips. “Who are you?”

Surprise flared in his – admittedly attractive – gaze. Some of the shock had worn off by then, and you could admit to yourself (if to no one else) that the ghost before you was hot. Even thinking this felt ridiculous, and you wondered if your already-fragile grasp on reality was slipping.

Taking a single step forward, the ghost cocked his head. When you stumbled back, his lip quirked, and he appeared by your side.

“Who am I?” he mused, walking in a slow circle. “Awfully strange to ask me that, when I’m the person that died here, and you’ve never stepped foot in this house until now. I would know.”

Started, you turned your head.

This was a mistake since it allowed you to see every ridge of his features. The rounded tip of his nose, his enviably full lips, and a curve to his jawline which could likely cut glass.

Forcing your gaze upward, you found him focused on you. “You… died here?” you asked before you could think better.

His lips thinned. “You know, it’s very rude to ask a ghost how they died. It’s personal.”

“Oh,” you said. “Sorry, I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t ask,” the ghost replied with a sigh.

Your eyes narrowed, hearing barely hidden laughter in his tone. This ghost was making fun of you. The audacity!

Incensed by this, you lifted your chin. “Wouldn’t asking you whether it’s polite to ask about death be asking you about death, though?”

“Fair enough.” He shrugged, slipping both hands in his pockets. “There really isn’t a good way for you to bring up that conversation.”

A laugh escaped, despite yourself.

His gaze flickered, as though oddly pleased. Quickly, the ghost scanned you from your shoes to your face, where he lingered.

“I’m curious,” he mused, resuming his walk in a circle.

Despite your discomfort, you forced yourself to stay still. Even though you could feel each place his gaze lingered – your shoulders, your collarbone, tacing the slope of your cheekbones.

“What are you curious about?” you asked, pushing the words past your lips.

He stopped between you and the door again. Slipping both hands from his pockets, he crossed his arms over his chest. The way his biceps strained against his suit was intriguing, implying there was something to strain against. Dimly, you wondered what a ghost’s gym routine looked like.

Your lips twitched at the thought, and the ghost scowled.

“Stop that,” he commanded. “You should be terrified. I was curious about why you haven’t run yet. Anyone else would’ve by now.”

“Would they?”

“Based on my experience, yes.” He tilted his head. “This is the first time I’ve introduced myself to someone and they stayed. Well,” he amended through teeth. “Stayed without crucifixes, holy water, and a priest.”

“Does that really work?” you wondered, genuinely curious.

“Does what work – exorcism?”

You nodded.

“Clearly not.” He waved a hand down his body. “At least, not in my case. When I first died, I wanted to move on. I was even excited when the first priest arrived, but he did nothing, and neither did the next one… eventually, I stopped hoping. Started haunting, instead.”

“Well, sure,” you said, dazed.

His lips twitched. “My name is Seokjin, by the way. Not that you asked.”

“That was literally one of the first things I asked!”

Ignoring this, Seokjin stuck out his hand. “And you are?”

“Y/N,” you said, ignoring the impossibility of what you were about to attempt while extending your palm. “Nice to meet you.”

Your hands met in the middle and, instead of passing through, you felt your palms brush. For a moment, you touched calluses and warm skin, smelling the faint scent of cloves.

Seokjin went utterly still.

Chin jerking down, he stared at your joined hands. “That’s… never happened before.”

Retracting swiftly, you said the first thought that came to mind. “What? Never touched a woman?”

Scowling, he retracted his hand as well. “I was thirty when I died, Y/N. Not thirteen.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you muttered, then paused. “You… haven’t been able to touch anyone since you died?”

“Things, yes. People, no.” A thoughtful look crossed his face. “A psychic visited me once. The owners at that time brought her, wanting to see if she could get rid of me.” Seokjin snorted. “She got them to pay her, then said, ‘No.’ Hilarious. And interesting,” he added. “She told me she’d met other ghosts, ones that could interact. Never seemed to work for me, though.”

You blinked, unsure how to respond. For it being your first encounter with the supernatural, nothing about this had gone as imagined. You weren’t sure how to converse with a ghost who, for all intents and purposes, seemed fairly normal.

Except for the whole ‘being dead’ part.

“Well.” You shrugged. “There’s a first time for everything, I guess.”

His expression remained inscrutable, but for the faintest of seconds, you thought Seokjin looked intrigued. After a moment, he moved closer and leaned in. You caught the faintest whiff of orange, cloves, and cedar on what could have been his breath.

“I suppose there is,” he murmured, and then disappeared.

Since then, Seokjin has appeared each time you returned. The second time, you were halfway convinced your first visit was a hallucination. A theory Seokjin seemed content to feed into, refusing to show himself until you were about to leave. Then, he jumped through the hall closet to yell, “MUTINY!” and cement his presence in your mind.

Seokjin doesn’t dress the same every time. A few weeks into your friendship (if one can call it that), he informed you he could change his appearance but hadn’t done it much. It took energy to appear on the mortal pane, more so if his appearance was altered.

Still, you’ve learned Seokjin will do pretty much anything to commit to a bit. His brand of haunting tends to border on comical. Putting his arms on backwards, headless juggling, vomiting wine – really anything is fair game if not truly grotesque. By now, you’ve seen his whole gambit, which is how you can say today’s performance was lackluster.

Sprawled on the chaise, one foot dangling, Seokjin looks every bit of the tragic lothario. Again, you can’t help but wonder whether he’s gained permanence since the last time you saw him. You could almost swear the chaise sinks under the weight of his frame.

“What is it?” he demands, lazily pushing himself upward.

Something in your chest flutters, although you ignore it. Arms crossed, you fix him with a look of disdain. It’s sinful for Seokjin to look as good as he does – and the worst part is, you know it’s not an illusion.

After you met the third time, you Googled his name along with the house and found multiple hits. Seokjin Kim was killed on October 31st, 1978, by Nathanial Elliot, the leader of the Sunny Days cult. Both Seokjin’s parents joined two years prior, and he’d tried unsuccessfully to convince them to leave by mail and phone.

Eventually, he visited in person and convinced them to go – unfortunately, Nathanial caught wind of the situation and killed Seokjin before this could happen. You saw photos of Seokjin from then and can confirm he was always devastatingly handsome. Often, you’ve wondered if he left someone behind – a wife or a girlfriend – but can’t bring yourself to ask. You aren’t sure which answer would hurt more.

Regardless, you know Seokjin was missed. His parents were the ones who took down the Sunny Days cult, putting their leader behind bars for killing their son. Seokjin admitted once that they tried to tear this house down. They didn’t know he was tied to the grounds, and he didn’t want to tell them. It would’ve been harder for them to move on, he explained, and your heart broke a little.

Not long after that, you accidentally let it slip that Seokjin had a scent. It made him howl with laughter, nearly falling down the front stairs – not that this would’ve hurt him. From then on, Seokjin showed off his growing ability to move solid objects by leaving oranges for you in the house whenever you came. Only another of his practical jokes but lately, it’s made your skin hot to think of.

You realized you felt more than you should for him last month when he saved you from falling. Determined to clear out the cellar, your entire foot went through the first step and Seokjin pulled you to safety.

“Careful,” he murmured, one arm wrapped around your waist. Gently, he eased you backwards and onto the landing. “The top step is rotted through. You’ll need to call in someone to fix that.”

Unable to speak, you nodded and quickly disentangled. Each place he had touched, your skin tingled, and not at all unpleasantly. Since that day, your feelings have only worsened. Sometimes, you wonder if he knows.

Sometimes you wonder whether he feels the same, no matter how hopeless it is.

Heaving a great sigh, Seokjin stands from the couch. Lifting both arms, he stretches this way and that like an overgrown cat. The end of his shirt comes untucked, displaying a flat strip of skin you refuse to acknowledge.

Forcing your gaze to his face, you lift a single brow. Weeks after meeting, you considered Seokjin your friend, or at least an acquaintance. Now, you can’t call this friendship, but not because things between you have worsened. It’s because the more time you spend together, the more you find yourself wishing for something impossible. Something more.

“You know what,” you tell him. “There’s no need to scare off every potential buyer.”

Seokjin pauses, then lowers his arms. “There’s a need when they’re terrible. I’m the one forced to live with them for eternity, not you.”

“It’s not an eternity, though,” you tried to joke. “Eventually, they’ll die – or, so one would presume.”

Seokjin’s face hardens. Before you can take another breath, he’s standing before you. “Much better,” he says, his voice like steel. “I love being reminded that, while the world continues to age around me, I never will. I’ll simply stay on this godforsaken plot of land until the earth is destroyed by its own inhabitants. How long do you think that’ll take, Y/N? One decade? Two?”

Eyes wide, you stare at him in shock.

Seokjin has never spoken to you like this before. Usually, he’s far more cavalier about his reality, easily accepting the fact that he’s a ghost. Never once has he ranted about the world passing by. In fact, Seokjin frequently throws in your face that you’ll soon have more wrinkles than him.

For the first time, you wonder if all that is a front. If perhaps, deep down, all his lackadaisicalness is merely a cover for a deeper kind of fear.

Slowly, you move closer. “I didn’t mean to be dismissive,” you murmur. “Of course, I don’t want you to be forced to live with people you hate. I just meant…”

You trail off, uncertain and Seokjin’s face softens. He moves even closer, his scent comforting you in a way you can’t explain. In a way it shouldn’t be.

“I’ll never get used to this,” you sigh.

You aren’t sure why you’re speaking so softly. Possibly due to his proximity and possibly due to the look in his eyes, studying you as though you’re the impossibility, and not him. Dust motes trail through the air when Seokjin lifts a hand.

With bated breath, you watch as he reaches towards you. At the last second, he shifts and lightly brushes your jaw.

Sharply, you inhale because you feel it. You feel him.

“Seokjin,” you whisper. “What are you…”

Gently shushing, he leans in, and you feel his breath, feather-light, across your skin. Utterly shocked, you go still. It’s his breath that you feel. Breath that shouldn’t exist, according to logic.

Slowly, his gaze drops and stays on your lips. If Seokjin can’t read minds, he must hear your heart racing. The sound of it is all-consuming, drowning out rational thought.

“You want to know what I’m waiting for?” he murmurs, his gaze lifting. “I’m waiting for someone to look at this… house the way you do.”

“A lot of people have liked the house, Seokjin. People who –”

“I don’t want you to sell this house."

Startled, you stop. “Why not?”

His expression twists, revealing his vulnerability. “I think you know.”

Roughly, you exhale.

Yes. You do know. It’s the same reason you’ve half-assed the last six showings at this address. It’s why you keep people from looking, and when they insist, barely attempt to stifle Seokjin’s shenanigans. You could have come earlier today and requested Seokjin to be on good behavior. He would have done it. For you, he would have.

Which is exactly why you didn’t ask.

“I… want to hear you say it,” you say, so low, you’re surprised that he hears.

Achingly slow, Seokjin’s hand slips from your jaw to your neck. When he pulls you closer, you can feel the weight of his hand, the solid pressure that comes from his fingers on your skin.

Your eyes flutter shut.

“I don’t want you to go,” Seokjin murmurs, his lips close to your ear. “If someone else buys this house, you’d stop showing it. You wouldn’t come here again, and I can’t leave these grounds. If someone else buys this place” – his breath hitches – “I won’t see you again. I can stomach eternity, Y/N, but not without you.”

“Seokjin.” His name leaves your lips as a whisper, or prayer.

“Yes?”

“Do you ever…” Eyes opening, you look up. “I don’t want to say it out loud.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” Your voice breaks. “That might make it real. What I want can’t be real, so if I say it out loud, it might vanish and right now, it exists in this tentative space. We exist in this space.”

Lightly, his thumb strokes your throat, and you feel your knees buckle. Every callous, every touch feels so horribly real, it’s making it difficult to remember why this can’t be.

“I’ve stopped wondering what’s real and what’s not,” Seokjin murmurs, his gaze tracing your mouth. “Most people say I shouldn’t exist and yet, here I am. They say I shouldn’t be here, able to touch you like this and yet, I am. They say I shouldn’t–”

Rising on tiptoe, you cut him off with your kiss. Seokjin shudders, his lips parted and warm in the shock of the moment.

 “Fuck,” he groans, breaking away to stare at you in wonder.

Before you can respond, he returns, his kiss wild and fierce. Your own desire surges, touching him hesitantly at first, and then with full abandon. Hands sliding up his chest, over his shoulders, your fingers curl in his hair to anchor him to you.

Cupping your face, Seokjin pulls your body to his. His touch is reverent, deifying while his hands travel lower to land on your waist. His body curves above yours, catching your gasps with the tip of his tongue. Seokjin feels solid beneath you – solid, and warm, and painfully real.

His mouth moves to your jaw, trailing heat down your throat and across your bared collar. Shivers of pleasure shoot through you as he walks you backwards, pressing your spine to the wall. Briefly – wondrously – you laugh, the sound caught again by his kiss.

Within minutes, you’re panting, heart beating wildly as you grip his hair tighter. Seokjin’s leg presses forward, pushing your thighs apart and you nearly dissolve. He moves harder, faster, as though scared that you’ll vanish. This is the opposite of disappearing, though.

This is together, beneath, and on top as –

“Shit,” Seokjin growls, the sound torn from his throat.

Dazed, you look sideways and realize his hand has gone through the wall.

Seokjin stares at his wrist, his chest rising and falling. Everything you can feel is solid, but his hand sinks through the wall about an inch deep. It’s hard to concentrate with him above you, looking like that. Seokjin’s hair remains mussed by your hands, proving you touched him – however briefly.

Lips thinning, Seokjin pulls his hand out. Purposefully, he lays his palm flat on the wall but it’s clear to you both that he’s concentrating. Some of his pressure dissipates.

“I – fuck,” he exhales, dropping his chin.

Gently, you soothe a strand of hair behind his ear. This is the first time you’ve seen Seokjin anything less than immaculate and goddamn, if it doesn’t look good on him. That’s making it difficult to focus on the matter at hand.

The matter at hand. Ha.

Thinking this, a snort escapes your lips before you can stop it. Stunned, Seokjin glances up with wide eyes.

“Did you just… snort?” he asks, incredulous.

You shake your head, and then nod, sheepish. “Um, yes. I did. It’s just…” Now that you’ve started, you can’t help but continue. “I can’t believe the hottest make-out session of my life ended with your fucking hand through a wall.”

Seokjin stares for a long moment before – impossibly – his chest starts to shake. Before long, you’re both laughing out loud at the ridiculousness of the situation. Once your laughter has faded though, comfortable silence remains.

Pulling you into his chest, Seokjin’s hand strokes your neck. “I don’t know what this means,” he admits with a sigh.

“Me, either.”

“I do know I want to do that again.”

“Same,” you say, pulling back.

“But…” Seokjin hesitates. “Y/N. You know I’m not… real, right?”

Your heart sinks to your shoes. “You’re real to me.”

“I know.” He speaks softly. “But I –”

Lifting a hand, you press a finger to his lips. “Don’t,” you warn. “Please. I don’t want to think about the future right now. I know I don’t have eternity, but I don’t want what I have without you.”

Something in his gaze breaks but Seokjin merely nods, letting silence fall again. You fear that he’ll vanish, leaving you alone but he merely exhales. The breath brushes your skin.

“Alright,” Seokjin murmurs, winding his hand with yours. “What do you want to talk about, then?”

The ghost of a smile crosses your lips. “What if… we talk about me buying this house?”

© kpopfanfictrash, 2023. Do not copy or repost without permission. Author’s Note: thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and Happy Halloween!

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OUR BELOVED HOME | JIN.2

Summary: your relationship wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough for both of you. Yet that all changes when you caught your sister and husband in bed.

Pairings: Jin x reader

Genre: angst; slight fluff?

Warnings: poor y/n going through it 😭. Everyone is bipolar! I mean it! Jin is a dick and so is the sister! Mentions of father; mentions of death? Just lots of breakdowns and cursing. Also, I apologize for the wait! Ik it’s been sooo long, but life has been hectic. And lots of my writing got deleted. So, I also apologize for this short and confusing chapter. Thank u for the patience and love 🤍

first chapter > Jin. 1

No amount of apologizes or excuses were going to make up what you had just witnessed.

It's never easy seeing the man you love, the one that you promised to share your life with, and all the craziness included, being in the arms of someone else. Or in this case, laying on his back, while your sister was straddling him.

Your sister?!

It wasn't a stranger. It wasn't even an acquaintance. It was someone you grew up with and admired. You always thought that you and her had a special bond, but you guess it was perhaps a way to get closer to your husband.

It's embarrassing to even admit this to yourself; in your mind. And the worst part is that you witnessed it all. There was no erasing or denying that can be done on your part, when you saw everything. And heard the lies, and no care from their very mouths.

You're not even sure where you are at this very moment. You're just standing in front of a bunch of lights that are slowly fading away, as the night grows closer. While your hand carries your sandals, and your cheeks carry your tears.

Once you saw that incident, you had to leave. You had to run away from your thoughts, the lies, the betrayal, and the hurt. But something's just can't be avoided. No matter how fast or far you run.

"Now, now. Stay close to me dear, we don't know how that lady is" you heard a mother attempt to whisper to her daughter, while she stared at you with such disgust, that it made you scare to look at your own reflection.

You wanted to go up to them, and say you aren't a bad person or even scary for that matter. Your mascara had just wandered all over your face, as your heart began breaking into tiny pieces.

But you get it. You get her. She's protecting the person she loves the most.

You're a bit embarrassed to admit you're jealous of a little kid. After all, she had someone who cares for her, and isn't ashamed to show it. While you just have a signature on a piece of paper, with a man who keeps anything but his promises.

It was strange. Your mind has so much and so little going on. It was as foggy as the weather, and as confused as you were walking into that.

A buzz kept bothering your state of mind. And you know it's them, or at least one of them attempting to silence your truth. And you want to ignore it, them. But you couldn't hide the love and care you still possess for both of them. It's not something that can be erased with a snap of a finger.

You're not sure what triggered you most. The fact that your sister is texting you. Or the fact that she was texting you?!

She didn't even have the decency to attempt to call you. Or blow up your phone. Or even follow after you. Especially considering that her betrayal hurt you the most. The only difference was that it was so unbearable that you don't even want to attempt to feel or think of the pain she caused you.

Mia: I'm sorry.

That's it? She must really not give a single fuck about you. You should ignore her.

You: You should be.

Yeah, that was never going to happen. You staying silent that is. At least not when it came to her.

You noticed another notification and realized Jin, your dear husband, had sent you a message, minutes before her.

Jin: I'm sorry! Please just let me explain! I thought that was you! I swear, it's nothing like that. Babe please text me back! I'm worried.

You: Worry about yourself.

You shut your phone. And stare up at the building in front of you.

After yesterday, you could have sworn that you would not end up here today. But here you are, stupidly falling back to your old habits. Which you suppose, could be worse. Or maybe not.

Jin could have not had a more horrible week planned out even if he wanted to.

When he woke up that morning he wasn't expecting it to start the way it did, or end the way it did.

He knows that what he did was wrong, he can admit that. And he can also admit that he's known for awhile now but that never was enough to stop him from having sex with his wife's sister.

It’s been a couple of days now, that he’s been released from the hospital. After all, it wasn’t anything major. He had a couple of bruises and swelling, he shouldn’t have been there in the first place.

He supposed you freaked out because you just cared that much about him. Or maybe you just felt guilty since technically speaking it was your fault not his.

He has chugged three beers so far, while he's been at his apartment. He figured he should have a separate place for his shenanigans. That's why, he hasn't been over to the shared house.

There was just no words that could come out of his mouth in this instant to get him out of this mess. None.

He's also been waiting on his food to be here for what seems like hours, but there have been no signs, nor updates about it. He's starting to lose hair from all the stress he's undergoing this week.

However, once he opened his front door he was unaware of how much more stress he was able to handle again.

"What are you doing here? Haven't you ruined my life already?"

"No." She says with a proud smirk on her face. "That was all your doing." She ends off her little talk with a shrug. As she enters his home, with no regards to his feelings. Even hits his shoulder a little on the way inside.

He stared at her with confusion and annoyance. He even tends to headache by massaging his forehead with his fingers. But decides he might as well get this over with.

"How? How is this my doing?"

She takes no time to answer. Almost as if she had rehearsed this whole speech and interaction. God, was she exhausting.

"It takes two people to have sex. And you loved it as much as I did before she entered the room. I made sure you did" she sent a wink your way, and even has the nerve to bite her lips. If she wanted to look sexy, she's failing. She just looks constipated.

"Stop doing that face. It's gross."

"Yet you loved it when you texted me the other night. What was it that you said? You wanted to ruin my pretty little face?"

He gulped, as he watched her continue her rant. It's not like he could butt in and deny it. It's exactly what he sent her. He was drunk, horny, and annoyed of the previous argument or lack of, he had with his wife. And he knew she would cave in, she just loves the attention.

"I was drunk and horny I would have said anything to get laid. But then again, you would just about accept anything, to get laid as well. I don't have to try hard when you give it up so easy. Talk about having no love for yourself."

"Oh! I love myself just plenty"

Her comment only made you giggle. Who is she trying to convince? Cause she sure as hell won’t convince you.

"I'm not your mirror. You don't have to lie to me. Everyone who sees you knows you don't love yourself. Maybe that's why you're always invested in your sister's life?"

"Maybe?" she gulps, as she pretends his words had no real affect on her. When in reality, they ran through her veins like blood. And cut deep like a knife. "But you don't love yourself either Jin."

"I don't?" He was taken aback by her comment, simply because he never truly thought about this, himself. Did he love himself? Maybe.

"I mean if you did why would you lose someone like my sister? I mean she loves you so much, she's taken on a second job to help you with the bills! Aren't you the man in the marriage? Sure doesn't seem like it."

He simply rolls his eyes, as there's not much that can be said to defend his honor. Although, he hates how someone as dumb and useless as her, is making him feel like shit.

"Why don't you do all of us a favor and man up. Huh? Maybe then, you'll realize that the only real loser is you."

And with that she left. She didn't care to hear his response nor worry about how her words were hurting him. She knew she did. Jin may not ever have the balls to admit it, but she knows him like the back of her hand. There's also the case that he's predictable.

Her sister would have noticed sooner if she stopped thinking with her heart, and stop seeing him through her love lenses. She was as they say, "blinded by love".

He, however, was slowly realizing one thing.

She was right about everything.

Your phone kept buzzing but your mind was more busy and bothersome than any other noise. It felt like there was town full of people, swarming your mind.

You wanted to stop all the noise you kept finding, even without looking. You wanted to think of all the misery your husband had brought you throughout the years, so you can just leave him behind. With all the past broken promises, and you suppose now the present ones included.

You wanted to let go of your childhood, of all the memories and times you felt blessed to be surrounded by a caring and beautiful sister like yours.

You wanted to pinpoint when your whole life was beginning to become a lie.

Were you too busy thinking about yourself to notice when things were slowly slipping away from you? Were you too cocky to believe that you wouldn't be betrayed by the people you love and adore the most?

It seems silly to even dwell on things like this. You shouldn't have to carry such burden and guilt, for being the victim to their games.

You scoff wholeheartedly, as you stare at the pictures with hand made frames, that held every moment of your life, with people who only managed to brighten it up to later cover it with pure darkness.

"Y/n! Please open the door!"

You heard the knock but your body was too busy dwelling on the pain, that there was no strength nor thought to stand up and open the door. It's not like you wanted to either way.

Or maybe you did.

Maybe you wanted to hear their excuse so you can move past this nonsense. Maybe it was a prank to make you feel guilty for what happened earlier with Jin and Jimin, that stranger who made you feel more like a human and less like an object.

How you wish you could find a solution to this problem.

"Please.." his voice was slowly becoming faint, weak. And it spoke directly to your heart, the way it jumped a beat, and broke to tears.

"Just leave.." you answer back, as you're unable to see him face to face.

It's been a few minutes, and there's still no silence from the other side of your door. Which has lead you to have an internal turmoil.

Should you let him in? Or should you let him continue humiliate himself?

Well at the end he's humiliating you, as your neighbors are becoming aware of his affairs, and your troublesome marriage.

Therefore, you made the decision to let him inside. Even though, you're afraid of the outcome. You're weak there's no doubt about it.

As you slowly twist the door knob to let him in your home, your shared home you suppose. You look down afraid to make direct contact right off the bat. Because like you said, you were far too weak to even attempt to be strong.

And once he enters inside your home, he takes no time to talk his heart out, as he falls down to his knees, hands colliding, rubbing against eachother as he begs for his forgiveness. There's tears falling down his cheeks, and although it breaks you to see him in this condition. Your mind automatically wonders if any of this is real or an act to save his ass.

Because he sure as hell doesn't want to save this marriage. He had plenty of time to go to couples therapy, as you recommended him to do, for years now.

"It didn't mean anything to me. But you do"

"I don't" You scoff, as your eyes fall anywhere but his. You know that you're already too weak to avoid his calls or texts, or to not let him inside your place. As you eventually caved in.

And you know it's partly because you still loved him. But there was also this part of you, that hoped he was telling the truth. That all of this was just a dumb and stupid mistake. How badly you wanted that to be true.

But as you close your eyes to flee his stare, your mind wanders to the very reason as to why this is even happening. You see your sister on top of him, moving in a way, you wished you could. You see his smirk as he runs his hands all over her perfect body.

You mouth begins shaking attempt to cover a whimper that was slowly building confidence. You slowly start to build that confidence as well, as your eyes catch a small glimpse of his. And like your marriage, you broke down in several different ways.

You cover your face with your hands, again believing that you'll be able to erase everything that you witnessed, but instead making it harder. Because as your eyes closed, the images just came back stronger. You had more space to think of their affair. You had more space to think of how lonely you've felt throughout your whole marriage, and for some stupid, stupid reason you can't help but blame yourself.

"Y/n... please don't cry. I- I only want the best for you. I hate seeing you hurt."

You glared at him. You couldn't believe the audacity or the words that came out of the very mouth that promised you a lifetime of happiness and love.

"If you hate seeing me hurt so much, then why hurt me? Then why sleep with my sister? And why do it when I'm in the same fucking place?! I- I can't believe I ever loved you."

I can't believe I still do.

"It was an accident?! Why can't you fucking understand that? Huh? Accidents happen and not everyone is perfect. I'm human. I'm flawed, and you knew that before we got married. So just deal with it. This is who I am"

You scoff, shake your head, and laugh a little at his comment. " Was it an accident when your dick slipped in my friend? Or how about that waitress on our 3rd year anniversary? And I'm sure I'm missing a couple more..."

"This again? Are you serious?" He pulls his hair out of anger. And slowly starts getting up from the floor, he was previously begging for forgiveness. Guess, he’s abandoning that too.

"You're paying thousands of dollars for therapy, just so you can stay in the same place? You said you forgave me, so why do you keep bringing it up?!"

"Because I can't forget!" Your anger is slowly turning into exhaustion. You feel defeated, and unheard. How could possibly forget everything he has done to you, during your marriage? Nothing made sense anymore.

"I can't forget that you always found a way into someone else's arms and not mine!"

"It's not-"

"Don't!" You place your hands in front of you to prevent him from stepping closer.

"I vowed to be with you through sickness and health and I meant it. I meant every single word that night, but I can't keep fighting over the same thing, over different people. I can't keep making myself at fault for something you did. I- I can't keep feeling like this. I can't."

"Like what? What exactly are you trying to say?"

Typical. He only answered a bit that was insignificant.

"Like I'm just invisible. I want to be seen! I want to be able to feel you with me. I want to be... me. I don't know who I've become but I hate her. I hate me." You look down and start thinking.

"And it's stupid because I hate me more than I hate you. And I don't deserve that. And you don't deserve me."

"We deserve eachother." He immediately butts in as if it would confuse you, and make you agree with him.

"We probably did at some point. But we don't anymore."

"Y/n... just think about what you're about to say.."

There’s nothing to think about. He cheated again. He lied again. He choose someone else over you again.

"I want a divorce as soon as possible."

And with that you grabbed your purse, and walked out of your own house. You couldn't breathe if you had stayed longer.

And you hate that those words escaped your mouth, you were taught better. You were taught to fight for as long as it is needed, if it involved someone you loved.

And in a way you did abide by that. Because even though you love him more than yourself, the person that needed that extra love was not him but you.

You're not sure what else happened that night. And you chose to keep it that way.

Because the only thing you are sure of, is the headache you are currently possessing.

"Where the hell are my pills"

Unfortunately because of the fucking sun hitting your face, you can’t see anything. Leaving you to throw your hands around every spot until you feel a bottle, and hope it’s the one with the pills you need for this headache. Seems like you’ve been having more lately.

"Right drawer" a man with a deep voice comments, and you immediately jump, as you’re clearly startled by this random voice in this random setting.

You begin rubbing your eyes, and then shift to placing your hands onto of your eyes, hoping it blocks the sunlight. And gives you more access to the person in front of you.

But as you squint your eyes, and do all sorts of sports to have a clear view. It seems like your view only seems to be more out of focus.

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

"You accidentally butt dialed me. Figured I should come check on you, once I heard your argument with Jin." As he’s explaining everything to you, you slowly hide behind your blanket, or pillow. He’s simply laughing to your nonsense behavior, as he always does.

You’re sort of glad it was him over your mother.

"Oh." You begin sitting up on your bed. "That's embarrassing...."

"It's not." He answers with sincerity, that it almost makes you feel more at ease. But then you cringe, remembering the argument you had with your husband, and your father hearing everything.

You glare at him. Because of the position he put you in.

"It's not!" He attempts to assure you again.

"You know how many times, me and your mother had the divorce talk?"

That’s one way to bring you back to your senses.

"I don't know. How many?" You question, but also slightly shifting to avoid his gaze. You don’t like to make eye contact, it makes everything real.

"Too many times! We talked about getting divorce so much, it took time out of our days, making it impossible to actually go get it." He chuckles, as he starts imagining those days, the arguments, the threats. And a sad smile forms on his face, knowing that his marriage was ever at a point of ending.

"Well that's always nice to hear dad. I love how open you are about your lack of love in your marriage. While mine is also crumbling."

"I'm not bringing it up to hurt you. I'm bringing it up because well honestly speaking. I enjoyed the arguments with your mother more than I've enjoyed any normal conversation with anyone else."

"That doesn't make sense. You're not making sense."

He laughs. "What I mean is it's easy to want to give up on a marriage when it's hard or you know, serious offenses are being made like cheating. But sometimes it's important to realize that every human has a flaw, and with marriage we are supposed to accept that and even embrace it."

"Dad you're going all traditional on me."

"Y/n-" He attempts to cut you off and even begins remembering the speech he had prepared beforehand.

But you didn’t let him.

"No! Look I appreciate that you came all the way here to speak to me about your marriage, and what not. But this is mine. And I'm just not sure I can get passed this betrayal. I've forgiven enough."

"He just doesn't love me.." You lowly say, afraid to be judged by him. He was never fond of him, but here he was defending him instead of you. Maybe, you were asking him to talk all the shit he’s been holding in.

Of course, you’re never lucky.

"He does. Just speak to him." He placed his hand onto yours to give you some comfort. But you don’t feel it. You don’t feel his hand, his warmth, or comfort.

It makes you think of many things, but you attempt to shake it off and continue with your.. therapy session, you suppose.

"I already did. Trust me he doesn't."

"Well, I can't make you do anything but I'm always here. You know I'll always be your guardian angel."

Guardian angel? That’s a weird way to say he’s always going to protect you. You would have thought he would have said something cringe like a bodyguard. That was more on brand for him. But it’s getting sentimental, so you just go along with him.

"I know dad.. I know."

And with that you woke up. This time you woke up with all the lights turned off, with sweat pouring down your forehead. And your breathing becoming uneven.

You let out every single tear or emotion you held back, and release it. You had another dream about your father. And usually it's forgotten, but this time its not.

You look up and attempt to form a smile on your face, even if it was more on the sad side.

“My guardian angel”

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[starbandit]

The World In-Between (CH. 4)

Preview: “Don’t make a noise.” A voice whispered in your ear. “They’re blind, but not deaf.” 

WARNINGS: graphic depictions of dead animals, guns, mentions of vomit, death, m*rder, zombies, slightly triggering topics

word count- 2.7k/unedited

A few weeks had passed and you had begun to grow closer with the boys as time went on. In the beginning, you tried to stay out of the way, eating as little food as possible, keeping your room and everything super neat and tidy. You didn’t want to be a burden to everyone because in the end, they were doing you a massive favor. One small slip up and you feared you would be cast out into the dense forest, left to become a monster. 

Seokjin began inviting you to help him prepare dinner. It started with him just asking you to help him turn on the sink while he was cooking one night, and soon grew into giggle fests while he showed you how to prepare different dishes. You pretended not to notice the way he would look at you, with a small smile and pride in his eyes, as you grew out of your shell around him. 

The sun was shining through the lightly lined windows, casting the most angelic glow over your tired face. Your hair fanned out over the pillow, the soft frizz framed your face. Seokjin could feel his heartbeat through his entire body as he stepped into the room. He had planned on letting you sleep for as late as you wanted, correction, needed, but when Namjoon and Taehyung said they were going out into the forest to look for firewood and maybe grab some foragable foods, he couldn’t let you miss out on the bonding opportunity. 

Seokjin slowly sat on the corner of the bed, trying not to disturb you too much. He raised his hand and gently placed it on your back, rubbing big circles over the covered skin. He couldn’t help but smile a little as your eyebrows furrowed together and you stretched out, cracking your eyes open slowly. 

“Good morning,” He greeted and placed his hand back in his lap. “There’s some breakfast in the kitchen. Joon and Tae are gonna go out soon, if you would like to join them.” 

You grunted and nodded, going out and helping them with whatever would be a better way to pay them back than sleeping all day. “Okay.” You whispered, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “I’ll come down in a few minutes, just let me get somewhat decent.” 

You groaned as Seokjin shut the door to your room and turned over, pushing your face deep into the pillows. As much as you didn’t want to get up, the promise of food and fresh air was too good to pass up. Even if it meant leaving the warm sheets you had gotten oh so comfortable in. 

You dragged yourself out of bed and to the bag that you had thrown in the corner when you arrived. You plopped down on the floor, shivering slightly at the cold wood and the feeling of it seeping through the fabric of your pajamas. You pulled out almost every article of clothing in your bag, soon opting for a basic outfit of some jeans and a large tshirt. A pair of fun socks decorated your feet, but they would soon be covered up by the boots you were going to put on when you left. 

You grabbed the small toiletries bag you had brought and dug through it. You quickly swiped on some deodorant and grabbed your toothbrush. You may be going up against zombies in those trees but you weren’t trying to have the breath of one, that was for damn sure. 

After freshening up a bit, you made your way downstairs. Jungkook was relaxing on the couch, scrolling through his phone in some sweats and a loose t-shirt. He looked up and smiled at you, giving you a tiny wave as well. You smiled back and headed into the kitchen. A small bowl of soup and rice was set out with kimchi and a glass of juice. You sat down and began to dig in.

It didn’t take long for you to eat and finish chugging the juice. You placed your dishes in the sink with the other plates and set off to find Namjoon or Taehyung. Namjoon was the first one to be found. He was sat in a chair in the corner, glasses perched on his nose and a book settled in his hands. 

“Ah, Y/N.” He peeked over his glasses at you. “Are you joining us today?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, figured I could at least learn a few things, maybe help a little.” 

“We’re just waiting on Taehyung,” He closed the book and set it on the table next to him. 

You two fell into a comfortable conversation as you waited for Taehyung to finish whatever he was doing. Namjoon told you all about his studies, the interesting data he had collected and the experiments he had conducted before everything happened. 

“Here.” A deep voice sounded from above you. You glanced up. Taehyung was dressed, in your opinion, a little too nice. A button up shirt, with the sleeves slightly rolled up, dark slacks, and heavy boots. In his hand was a black pistol with a silencer. 

“I’ve never-” You started as he placed the gun into your hand. “I don’t-” 

“You aim, you pull the trigger.” He stared. “Don’t shoot yourself or us. You ready?” 

The three of you made your way into the forest. You followed closely behind Namjoon who was picking mushrooms from the ground and mumbling about which ones were safe and which ones were poisonous. Every little noise made you jump, the crunch of the leaves beneath your feet was just loud enough to make you anxious. 

“Shit.” Namjoon stopped dead in his tracks. In front of you was a small clearing of a few small fallen trees. In the middle was a deer carcass with hundreds, maybe even thousands of flies buzzing around. Maggots crawled in and out of its mouth and eyes. The sweet stench of rotting meat filled your nose. 

“What?” You questioned softly. You tried to step next to him, but he put his arm out to stop you. 

“They did this.” 

You stared at the deer. Wild animals die all the time, no? It could have been natural. Hell, you had seen plenty of dead deer back at home, just on the side of the road. 

“Look,” Namjoon pointed at the body. You continued to stare. That is when you saw it. Teeth. There were a bunch of teeth lodged in different parts of the deer, human teeth at that. Large pieces of deer were torn out of the animal, you could see where someone had dug their fingers into the flesh and pulled out the chunks. Your heart, and maybe some bile, jumped into your throat as you continued to stare. 

“We need to go back.”

You nodded and turned on your heel, immediately stepping on a large branch the second you took a step. The crunch echoed through the forest. “Fuck.” 

Taehyung stared at Namjoon over your head. “We gotta go. Now.” He grabbed your wrist and began pulling you with him. He had a death grip on his gun, scanning the woods as he led the way back to the house. Your hand began to go numb from Taehyung gripping your wrist, you were sure you would have a bruise later. 

You froze as you heard a screech from deeper in the trees. The sound of feet sounded from all around you. It didn’t take long for it to find you. Panic rose through your body and you began to rapidly assess your surroundings. 

Namjoon and Taehyung had seemingly disappeared into thin air, leaving you completely alone in the trees. Your hands began to shake as you lifted the gun up, trying to aim for the thing that was after you. It peered through the branches and began taking steps in your direction. It turned its nose up in the air, sniffing like a dog. 

You were frozen in your place as it took steps closer to you. The smell of death washed over you. It took everything in you to not gag at the smell. As it got closer you began to notice just how decayed it was. Colorless skin was sloughing off, strips hanging down like curtains. Its eyes, or what were left of them, were somehow both milky white and seemed to be bloodshot. Maggots inched in and out of the open wounds of its cheeks and neck. Fingers were barely being held on by exposed tendons. 

Its face twitched as it stepped closer to smell you. It lifted an arm up and reached out towards you, a deep groan leaving its throat. You watched as the fingers dangled and shook in the movement. 

It only took a second for more to appear around you, almost as if the original one had summoned them. They were all in varying stages of decay, some crawling out of the bushes and some that looked like they could have been alive yesterday. Was this how you went out? After all the days, weeks, however long it had been. Alone, in the woods, after stupidly following a stranger to a mansion in the middle of nowhere? 

You nearly screamed as a hand wrapped around your neck and covered your mouth. A broad chest met with your back, the warmth seeped through your thin clothes. You were almost positive they could feel your heart beating through your skin, your entire body heaving with deep breaths out of fear.

“Don’t make a noise.” A voice whispered in your ear. “They’re blind, but not deaf.” 

You nodded, eyes wide as you watched the creatures begin to stumble around, still sniffing the air. The original one seemed to be controlling whatever the others did. You weren’t sure if you were seeing things right though. 

“Aim the gun.” Taehyung whispered. “The middle one is the one you want to shoot.” He placed his hands over yours, correcting the angle. He cocked the gun. “You just need to pull the trigger.”

Your hands shook under Taehyung’s. He gripped your hands a little tighter, steadying your shot. You placed your finger over the trigger and prepared to shoot. The original zombie had stopped wandering in circles and was now standing with its back to you. 

“Aim for the brain.” 

You nodded and took a deep breath. You pulled the trigger. Your entire world slowed down as you watched the bullet zoom out of the gun and straight in front of you. 

The zombie's head exploded onto the tree in front of him. Black and red goo splattered instantly as the body crumbled to the floor. You watched as chunks of rotten, maggot infested brain slid down the tree. You gagged and hunched over as bile rose in your throat and out your mouth. 

Taehyung chuckled from behind you and rubbed your back. “I did the same thing my first time.” 

You wiped your mouth as you stood up. There goes the breakfast Seokjin had made for you. The first thing you noticed when you stood up was that all the zombies had fled, every single one was gone.

“W-where did they go?” You questioned.

“You killed the hive brain.” Taehyung motioned to the crumpled body next to the tree. 

Hive brain? What the hell did he mean by that? You had so many questions, but none of them made their way out of your mouth. You continued to stare at the body for a bit longer before Taehyung nudged you. “Come on, can’t stay here all day staring.” He began to set off into the woods and back towards the house. 

You took a deep breath and trailed after him. “Sorry…” You whispered to the body. There wasn’t much left of the thing, no no, the person's head, just a pile of goo and rotting flesh. You felt sick looking at it but swallowed down the sour taste and rushed off. You shivered at the thought, you had just killed someone. Someone who, at one point, had a life. Maybe a family, kids, a partner. A whole life just gone. 

Taehyung hummed quietly as you followed behind him. The image kept replaying, the way the body instantly crumbled, the brain splatter, the sound. You sighed in relief as the house came into view. It was almost over. 

Namjoons boots were sitting inside the door when you walked in. A sense of relief washed over you, thank god he made it back safe. You don’t know what would have happened if he didn’t. You were almost positive Yoongi would find a way to blame you, and you would probably end up like the creature you had just brutally murdered. Was it really murder if they weren’t fully alive though? 

Taehyung reclaimed the gun he had given you the second you stepped back into the house. He made quick work of locking the doors and sliding the metal shutters back down. He gave you a pat on the shoulder before sauntering off, going deeper into the house and leaving you with your thoughts once more. 

You left your mud soaked boots on the mat next to the door. You still felt sick, the smell of death felt like it was stuck on you. The sickly sweet scent of the deer, the rotting meat and flesh from the creature, everything was stuck on you. Your hair, your skin, your clothes, you needed out, and fast. 

You rushed through the living room, ignoring Hoseok and Jungkook as they tried to say hello. You nearly tripped going up the stairs. You rounded the corner, nearly running into Yoongi on your way. You paused for a moment before trying to mutter a quick apology. You tried to move by him, but the second you took a step, Yoongi blocked your path. 

“I told you to stay out of the way.” He grumbled. “You nearly got Namjoon and Taehyung killed.” He stared down at you, his eyes piercing your soul. He leaned down next to your ear, your entire body tensing up as his breath hit your exposed skin. “If I had my way, you would have been gone before you even got into this house. Don’t forget that, little one.”

You shoved past Yoongi, pushing his body back with all the force you could muster and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you. You clicked the lock before bracing yourself against the sink, head dipped down. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, a seemingly impossible task at the moment. 

You didn’t recognize yourself when you looked in the mirror. Your hair was disheveled, frizz creating a messy halo around your head. Your skin had drained of all color, leaving you a sickly gray color. Your eyes were dark, teary, and sunken in. You gasped for a breath as you got closer to the mirror. 

What was happening to you? You felt like a monster, you had killed someone and almost gotten your saviors killed in the process. Sure, it was in self defense, something to save yourself, but was that a selfish decision? You stared at yourself until your face started to distort in the mirror, transforming before your eyes into some horrifying creature. 

You hiccuped as the image continued to distort before your eyes, bile rising up in your throat as you stood there. It burned your throat as you dropped next to the toilet, head in the bowl. A sob left your mouth as you threw up, sweat beading on your hairline.

Once you were positive it was over, you stood up and flushed. A shower was in order. You turned on the shower water and went to rinse your mouth and brush your teeth while the water warmed up. You brushed your teeth until you spit blood, and stripped down to get in the shower. 

The hot water burned your skin and left hot red marks all over your body. You scrubbed the skin, the smell of death, off until it hurt. The steam of the shower was thick and hard to breathe in, but you didn’t care as you stood under the scorching water. You felt the burn on your skin as you stood alone with your thoughts. Were you truly any better than them? Or were you both just trying to survive?

#this has been in my drafts for MONTHS #zombie au #bts au #bts zombie au #bts fanfic #bts writing #yoongi au #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #suga au #suga fanfic #taehyung au #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #v fanfic #namjoon au #namjoon fanfic #seokjin fanfic #seokjin au #seokjin x reader #bts x reader #my writing #the world inbetween

[liveyun]

a w a k e | ksj (m)

—p a i r i n g seokjin × female reader

—g e n r e assasin au. enemies to..? angst. smut

—w (M) foul language, mentions of k*lling, blood, guns and vibrator, grinding, dirty talk, lots of spit and cum, multiple orgasms, oral (f.) , a song reference , licking, pussy spanking, ass slapping ( 1 for his! 🧑🏻) , brief d/s dynamics, slightly switch reader, protected penetrative sex, cuddles

—wc 6k+

—m l i s t

m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t

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“stop ...stop before i fuck you dead against this wall, right here, right now..”

it was his voice. shaky, needy and desparate.

who would've thought that the man you're supposed to kill, order to sizzle in bullets right inside his skull. or the man who was supposed to kill you were in such a position where you're needy for his meat, hard and struggling in his tight slacks in between his thighs were grinding so painfully yet so deliciously against the bundle of nerves in between your legs, a lewd breath leaving your lips at the blissful friction.

“ i'm not complaining..” you taunt back, eyes narrowed slightly, pushing your hips even more to his crotch. playfully, just to hear more of his guttural groans which sounded so sexy, so sexy to you. as if it wasn't making the arousal in your panties basically gush out of your hole, the slick against your clit making the grinding even more smoother.

smack.

a smack directly landed on your ass, you welped slightly at the sudden harsh pain, as soon as you felt his large hands grope your ass, stopping you in place. his almond eyes were as far you remember were a chocolate brown, but now we're of the darkest shades of black as you're seeing in this dim litted room. how were the strands of his hair illuminated dimly from the broken, flickering lights outside the old garage, or maybe from the moonlight from the full moon shining outside. how his perfectly chiseled jaw clenched, how his scar on his left cheek seemed to be pulsing from the sheer amount of swear covering his face.

how fucking sexy...

his voluminous lips were slightly parted, low pants heaving out. his thick black eyebrows were furrowed slightly, his expression was saturated with anger and lust.

just as how you imagined kim seokjin to be.

“ if you want to get railed before dying, i wouldn't mind drilling my cock inside your hole, you fucker. ”

his voice was trembling at this point, dropped down octaves. sheesh, this voice literally made you shiver, as you pressed your lips together in anticipation.

“ i, you know..”

you begin, your nimble fingers running through his smooth, silky brown hair, as you take care of the roots to the bottom, his long mullet was so,so attractive, you had failed to keep your hands within yourself,

“ have always hunted for mad adventure..”

at this point your voice is just, just teasing, so teasing that his expression gets unbearably hard, you see a muscle around his eye twitch. “ irritated, hm? ” you pass a small wink, your lips curling so slightly. you definitely enjoyed teasing this man hovering over you. but you're definitely not going to admit it out loud, whether you liked this situation more or, having Kim Seokjin re-arrange your guts more.

Hm, maybe both. Because afterall the latter is the consequence of—

untill you found yourself lifted over with a grip on your waist, a yelp making its way to from your mouth, you realised he has thrown you over his shoulders.

“ s-..jin!! ”

no response came back, only the grip on your ass tightens, as he takes quick, heavy steps outside the garage, the dark area. “ seokjin!! put me down!”

“..argh, you asshole, put me down!! i have two proper working limbs to walk!”

you were trashing around, wiggling under his tight grip, and soon began punching his ever so broad shoulders. bit your protests had no effect on him, as his long legs carry him along with the night.

slap.

a hard slap landed on your right buttcheek, and the effect it had came ringing down as waves of pleasure straight up to your dripping cunt. a silent cry left your swollen lips, “ stop trashing around, i promise i’ll fuck this attitude out of you, just wait till we reach a safer place, brat.” soon before you know it, you've reached his car,the black shiny vehicle glowing through the moonlight, as he opens the door and throws you inside, careful enough to not to hurt you.

getting inside the car, he took off his coat and threw it in the backside of the car, his rushed movements suddenly ceasing. his eyebrows are furrowed, as you gulp down, looking at him. was he really planning to fuck you right in this car? even if he did, you didn't mind, not at all. hands on the steering wheel, the thick silence wasn't inviting : it was haunting. maybe he himself understood the inevitable which was bound to happen.

the silence which reminded you of each time you took lives away from those rough hands of yours, having watched pools of blood covered around those lifeless bodies. those innocent souls which haven't even have shed a single strand of anyone, yet however..they had to go. the silence which you faced when left alone at your apartment, having nothing but trouble in sleeping when all those instances of flashbacks play in your mind, those blown out pupils of those betrayed expressions, of dalliances, or so called... friendship.

the same silence which haltered for seconds which seemed like fire after the immediate bang of a bullet being fired from a gun, the silence which followed your internal scream after taking innocent lives helplessly.

the silence where you'd lie down on the floor without any feelings, feeling lifeless as you let all those thoughts gulf you in its darkness, of now miserable you were of killing souls of your own kind.

we all have to die..right?

a sudden shake to your shoulders pull you out of your trace,

“ are you okay? ”

seokjin’s worried face comes in your vision as you shake aside all the memories.

“ can..we go to a safer place..?..please? ”

your last plea came out as a mumble, cause you yourself fell in a pit of guilt, pain and self consciousness. how silly of you. as if you haven't been doing this ever since you held that big hands in your smaller ones, ever since the time you were a barely a teenager, and have been continuing this reckless circus of taking out souls of innocence, out of the pull of duty. seokjin seemed to understand your hesitation, as he pulls off the car away to a place.

heavy, but light breaths came out of your nostrils. you were completely blank by now. turning your head to the window, you see all the trees swaying silently in the breeze outside, the stars mingling with the milky clouds and the moon being seated on the throne as everything seemed to be moving along with you, just as how fast you moved on from accepting all the truths of your life. but maybe it was you who refused to accept, to move on.

that you could never, ever breathe freely, even if your lungs yourself worked for you, the pang in your chest abhorred you, despised you to your core.

were you this heartless?

untill, the car suddenly halts causing you to suddenly pull yourself out from your zoned out self, as you look back to seokjin. his concerned eyes are already set on you, as if he was really worried. his voice comes out softly, but rigidly. “.. we're..here.”

you blink in sheer surprise,

“ it's safe, the motel is safe..and cozy ” ..his plush lips curl to a warm smile, and suddenly the emptiness seemed to fade away. “ ..it's already..there?..” you mumble again, only to have him nearing closer, “ of course, you never really paid attention to your surroundings. very..unlike you. ” a snort leaves your nose,“ yeah. because i know, if i die, i would atleast die having a dick stuffed inside me, for damn’s sake..”

you weren't lying. for a while, it seemed like being with him erased your worries. being with him, with such irony, felt safe, safer than you've ever felt in your life. you felt awake.

a clear, ringing laugh echoes in your ears as he takes your own hands in his larger ones. wow, his hands felt warm or were your hands so cold that this warmth felt so strangely inviting? you weren't sure.

this warmth was something you've never felt, and this ride of your life feels different. how do-to much contradictory to your feelings inside. as if seokjin was your friend, you've been for..years?

different. or did seokjin act different? was..was he going to kill you after having you in such a vulnerable state, this warmth and all these endearing behaviour..being just to lure you? if that was the motive, his charms have succeeded, because you no longer were in the trance of killing him, or even scared. because if you die, you wouldn't care, you deserved it either the way.

whether you die today, after getting killed by this man who's dick temped you to a trial or by that old man, who was your boss, after being completely disappointed because you've lost their biggest of the targets. you didn't care. you just wanted to get laid, real good. or, was he really being honest because seokjin has been a gentleman to you regardless of being rivals, he never really has harmed you in any way, let aside those little bickerings. he has been feline to you, never crossing his line when you have seen men turning to animals for their need, bastards. it always dawned on you in such a questioning way that has seokjin been always having such a soft place for you?

or..was it just you?

you never could really figure out why was he always.. gentle? to you when his other mates from The Regiment were simply blood thirsty fuckers, hungry for blood. even though it supposed to be either his death or your own, you two finally let go of those grudges and gave in to your hormones.

because enough of that damn vibrator.

of course, you weren't complaining but you were sure that his cock can and would bring more, so much more out of you than that plastic thing ever could. being in such a feild where you have to get a hold of whoever else's information you've been in contact with, shamelessly about everything, so you've been known that seokjin had a nice heart but also a huge dick. how, the moment you saw that 9 inch, your eyes had widened so wide that you felt as if they would leave their sockets, 9 inch..was WAY too big. Almost the size of yoir fucking arm. despite of having so many men and women in your life, heat creeped up to your cheeks and neck at the information.

doesn't matter if you know the guy or not but for sure you knew that his dick was really something. he knew damn well how to rile you up, he did..

monster.. and maybe your cheeks burnt with the same heat to have this man in such a close proximity with you, because you found him smirking, scooting himself closer to you. so close, that his peachy, soft cologne greeted your senses with a wave.

“ what are you thinking about, pretty? ” his voice was soft.

but the moment was short lived when seokjin’s gaze followed down to where your gaze trailed off. to his crotch area, your eyes were glued there, as if you could bore holes in his already burning hot skin, he wouldn't really mind if that actually happened, his dick was painfully hard but now but he did not wanted to rush things especially without your consent. he always knew consent is the most important thing besides the safe word and even if you wanted him to stop, he would gladly let you go;

letting you live despite knowing that his teammates would despise him again because just as how dangerous this girl can be with her tactics, she was one of the more renewed targets for The Regiment, whose dead body was keen to thousands of eyes.

Maybe you've really succeeded to seduce him, so that you could directly stab him in his heart, killing him and would've swiftly went away having finished your deal, perhaps even not. but he was ready to risk it all, because..

in the glints of tease and lust, he found sincerity, lonliness saturated with bitterness that her face while they left the garage showed that she wasn't okay, however, he knew that he barely knows her, despite knowing everything, he knew actually nothing. He couldn't fix anything, because he himself knew how fucked up situations like these are.

The most wanted agent from The Robins, the one who could never be trapped or not even a stain of her presence was left behind after her work was done ever so swiftly and smoothly. but however, each time she had finished her assignments, seokjin had trapped her in the most weird of places.

well known, the places were not at all weird for a normal human, but for someone like you who always was hanging at such danger, could have your throat snapped in two the moment you slip, but however you always did and he saw you spending time alone, alone.

you weren't like those others.

unconsciously seokjin himself had developed a soft spot for you, untill today finally when he got the taste of your lips, hearing your sighs, he knew you were actually something dangerous, yet so adorable. Your giggles and the intentional bratty behaviour, he found it all adorable.

sometimes he wondered if he was a hopeless romantic for having a crush on someone who could actually kill you, jokes aside, but hello, he had the same power and what if she was thinking the same, so he looked back at you, this time his eyes misting with teasing glints.

“ what? ” he asked, his tone playfully light. “..,,..you..you never told me, your dick is literally.. big.”

her voice trails off, and he feels blood rushing to his cock again, seeing her slightly flustered cheeks and parted lips. slightly nearing you again, almost hovering over you, he smirks. that shit eating grin.

“ there wasn't any need of it. You do know already, nah? ”

“ well, wasn't for that. do all of your teammates have such big dicks? ”

you cock a brow at him, enjoying how a muscle near his right eye twiched, maybe in..jealousy?

“ why do you ask? ”

“..hm.. because, i haven't got to see their medical reports, yet..”

you're teasing him even more, really enjoying how his face twiches.

“ are you interested only in dicks, huh? ”

his tone is lower and raspier, you feel a delicious shiver run down your spine.

“ meh.. ”

“ or do you wanna fuck each of us, hm? ”

now it was him cocking his brows at you, he's now so close you can smell him, his scent, hating how your body reacts at that mere smell.

“..no. But I'm gonna fuck you, not only because you have a big dick, but also a pretty ass face..”

He laughs lowly, shaking his head.

“ tell me something i don't know..?”

“ well, about that...i care about dicks and hearts. so i can say you've passed both, so i—” mmph!!!”

your sentence is cut midway, as he smashes his plump lips on yours, catching you off guard. the feel of his soft, pillowly lips makes you want to whimper as you clutch onto his shoulders. he doesn't seem to have any intention to stop kissing you in any way, but there there..

you didn't had any plans to die suffocating. no, you didn't. so you slightly push him away to gather some oxygen for yourself, as he asks you with a worried tone if everything was okay. however, you respond with a peck and tell him that you want to continue this in a more, comfortable place. Soon you exit his Veneno Roadster, the cool, comforting breeze cooling your heated skin.

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soon you both are stumbling back to your booked rooms, the receptionist of the motel looked quite intimidated to hear seokjin’s deep voice, you felt that poor man was trying his best to keep his voice stable. lips on your own, his hands groped everywhere his hands can reach, but however you were far too clothed for his hands to come in contact with any skin, as he groans in frustration into your mouth, his tongue dancing with you.

your back hits the door or your locked room, and the eagerness of unlocking is too much. you just don't want to part ways from his mouth, because its way too addictive, fuck it, so you simply push your hips forward to feel a bit of his erection, to soothe the fervour in between your legs. you do not absolutely care about anyone else in this world or this alley, not that it was way too crowded of a place though, too. his arm slides to grip your waist, suddenly hauling you up with a single arm (and you totally lose your mind thinking how fucking hot that was,) and his moments suddenly stop, as you feel his mouth leaving yours, a whine leaving your lips at the loss of contact, but soon the whine becomes a loud moan.

his knees press firmly in between your legs, pressing tight circles and you feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. the friction at your clit is way too overwhelming, you gulp down, shutting your eyes close as he puts even more pressure to your core. sweat beads run down your temple as a cool breeze from the open windows soothes your burning souls, and in a haze, you look at him.

you hear his breath at the shell of your ear, as he lowly says,

“ how about i fuck you nuts right over here, so that all of these people know how much of a greedy girl you are..? ”

his motions don't stop, as you whine loudly, tears making it’s way to your eyes. your core is burning, and this friction is way too much.

“ bet you'll love that. ”

he breathes out, and suddenly you're pushed back, your eyes widening and body flinches as a reflex. you don't even realise that he has already opened the lock of the door while you were whining for some better kind of friction,,er, no, finding a way to just release our your tension. he swiftly kicks the door, locking it, as he throws away his shoes. He haults for a moment or so, catching his breath and looking at you. He smiles, so softly, unlike his ministrations from earlier.

“ do you really want this, __? ”

“ if I didn't I wouldn't have been here now. ” you return back his smile, and you see his tongue poking out to wet his lips. His smile fades away, and the look on his face is carnal, as he advances towards you.

your breaths are strangled as he pushes you down on the bed, your body bouncing due to the plush cushions, gasping. after a long tiring day, you're getting pleasured by this extremely handsome man hovering over you, kissing you like a wild animal, taking off your clothes in such a rush as if there was some kind of apocalypse..

his lips never leaves yours, as you desparately try to get him undressed too, only if he wasn't totally eating you up with his lips, your pussy throbbing in need and nipples perking up from your bra when he literally tears away your shirt, your tits pushed up, sweat glistening in your skin from the mad makeout session. his hands don't stop yet, pulling down your leather slacks as goosebumps floods your skin, and you kick away the clothing.

his fierce gaze makes me whimper, you attempt again to rub your thighs together, the arousal now getting too much to hear when his hot lips press against your bare skin, to anywhere they reach, and soon they're above your bra, when you feel him licking above the fabric, your mouth falls agape, impatient. “ jin..please..”

you plead to him, arousal and the need to release making you submit to him, or there's no way you're begging him like so.

You're used to be naked and vulnerable infront of men, because you do know that they actually do not care about your insecurities, all what they need is a good fuck. Even if you're comfortable with your own body, a slight wave of self consciousness takes control of your mind, and your hands immediately fly to your chest, covering your breasts. You didn't care about other men, but did you, for Seokjin?

Seokjin frowned for a second, his almond eyes softening. His hands grasped yours own, shaking his head.

“ You know you're beautiful. ” his voice was soft, urging you to remove your hands away. You gulp, slowly peeling away your hands off yourself, hating the way your heart skipped in its track seeing Seokjin so soft like that, just for you.

Calloused fingers unhook your bra open, and he licks the underside of your boob to your nipples; they turn hard, and suddenly he wraps his lips around them, sucking gently. His tongue licks a stripe from your aerola to the nipple, while his other palm kneads the flesh, slowly.

Your back arches off the bed, and a soft moan leaves yoir tongie. his tongue, you must say is so skilled, licking and sucking all around your tits, marking slightly painful purple marks around them, as he fondles with another one, saliva smeared all over your tits, as he leans back and smirks at the art he created, with pleasure written all over your face. he slowly moves down to your navel, gently kissing every part of it, as he finally kisses the area right above your heat, and you're squirming in this grip.

He's right in between your thighs, a shit eating grin stretched on his lips. His licking continues on your the skin of your inner soft thighs, saliva dripping down as your core begs for attention, gushing out more and more as he nears dangerously towards your core and he sees right through it, you squirming and your pussy, leaking.

“ beg.” he orders, holding your sides so tightly that it made you stop, frustrating you.

“ you can't make me cum,” you begin, as you see his eyes darkening once again, silently pleased with yourself. “ if you got that, you wouldn't have made me beg this much, you dick” you emphasize on the word can't ,on purpose, despite knowing that none of them are correct. he's just teasing you back, or prepping you up for what more has to come, but you're too horny to think straight.

He laughs with his eyes closed, shaking his head. “ you can't imagine the way i’ll ruin you..” his voice is hoarse, as you give him an open mouth smirk but that too is taken aback by a loud sigh and a buck of your hips when you feel his tongue snake around your swollen nether lips, suddenly thrusting inside without a warning.

“ shit!! seokjin !!”

you gasp loudly at the sensation, not expecting the sudden but this blissful pleasure that took you off guard. He looks up at you, the sudden contact lost, and delivers a smack right on your pussy.

You gasp. “ You just did not do that, Kim Seokjin..”

He smiles, toothy. “ You just said I cannot make you cum, ____ ___. ”

Licking his lips again, he lowers himself down and begins. he keeps on thrusting in his wet muscle inside you, holy shit, you just moan louder and louder, his nose slightly brushing in your clit, making you shudder. He notices the shudder, and his fingers meet your bud, lazily drawing circles on it.

good god, you've met so many people, many sexual encounters, people with amazing mouths, skilled tongues, but tonight, seokjin outdid them all, and you barely last even five minutes. you come hard around his tongue, whining so loudly. he just hums and laps up all of your release, and you jerk a bit due to the stimulation, but he doesn't pull back ; instead, grips your damp thighs even harder.

”s-seokjin..i can't..wa— aaaah!”

you cry out when his lips wrap around your engorged clit, sucking softly but eventually putting in so much pressure that despite the overstimulation, you're again lost in ecstasy. good lord, you come again in seconds, as he finally pulls away, your release smeared all over his chin, and that shit eating grin back in his face, as if mocking you for your former words, because goddamn, you were sure you looked like a fucking slut. you cannot beleive that someone else was good at making women cum in freaking seconds, who was not you.

Much to your surprise, he wipes off your juices, only to lick them off lewdly from the back of his hands. “ are you okay? ” His tone is soft, so much unlike his tongue inside you previously. he asks while he kneels up to you, slight concern on his eyes. “ y..yes..”

you begin, your eyes darting to his erection hidden underneath his slacks.

“.. i've never cum so hard...before. ” you confess, as he takes off his trousers, now left only in his boxers, as your eyes widen at the sight. His skin was ever so slightly tanned, with such broad shoulders and chest looking so pale and inviting that you feel your hands itch to touch his nipples, and feel his firm muscles ripple underneath your touch. His body narrows down to a slutty waist, and oh no, is that a tattoo? And that firm, contoured stomach, with a happy trail leading to his boxers.. oh,that dent was..quite big, and.. promising. even though you sort of expected it, and your eyes still widen, nevertheless. you crawl back to him, gripping his meaty thighs, eager and shivering with anticipation.

he opens off his boxers too, and his erection nearly slaps your face. cocky. Your mouth instantly waters at the sight of his thick, long and veiny monster, with his tip being an angry purple red and pre cum already leaking from its tip, has seokjin being this patient with you? And oh, the vein which runs downside his skin.. Of course, it's just your author who's evil enough to make this gorgeous man make you cum and leave him all blue balls. And the person reading this might be enjoying, but wcyrd. You wonder, licking your lips. Just as your hands brush past his erection, his fingers stop you.

“ No, Not today. ” (hey baepsaedeura da hands up !) His fingers brush away your hair from your cheekbone, and you wish to evaporate with that burning sensation on your cheeks with that pet name, snorting lightly.

“ What, scared that i’ll kill you with my mouth? ”

you playfully chirp out, digging your nails on his thighs, but you know immediately it's otherwise when seokjin grabs your chin, nearing your face, with a cold hue on his eyes.

“ No, but I want to fuck you senseless now, you've teased me enough. ”

his voice is laced with lust, the kind of lust which makes you want to roll your eyes back already. But, you can't show that when he almost had you crying on his tongue..ha..?

He hollers you up the bed, pushing you down and stealing the breath from your lungs in an instant by connecting your lips together. He hovers over you, tearing a silver foil with his teeth and loosening the condom over his cock. You didn't even realise that he fished that out so soon, he was right, you're becoming a bit too careless for now..

His hands move down to where your bodies are almost connected, and grabbing his cock, he grinds it over your sensitive bud making your eyes close themselves in the hazy feeling. He lowers himself down to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent: even if there was any, because you're sure you stink with the sweat.

Your legs feel like clasping themselves around his hips, and you suddenly remember his ass. That fucking glorious ass of his. Men didn't deserve nice asses but he had one which was worth the arguments..

So your hand travels down to right where his ass is, and gives it a firm squeeze, earning a loud gasp from the man who was busy licking your neck. You giggle, and lightly smack his right cheek, amused by his wide, innocent eyes, the tip of his ears a bright red even in the faint lighting.

“ ____, you just did not do that. ”

“ I did, because ass so fine like that, no one can resist it..”

He snorts lightly, and when the blunt head of his cock pushes ever so slightly inside your slick heat, you suck in a sharp breath, and your hands fly over to his wide and firm shoulders, exhaling. He pushes his whole length inside, and you feel so full, almost as if you're being filled to your tummy (though you do know that's no where near possible,)but the burn that comes with it feels so raw and real,and you don't even realise that your body is trembling, a thin layer of sweat already adoring your skin.

Seokjin above you doesn't look too good as well; his mouth agape as his face contorts in immense pleasure, as your walls are so warm and are hugging him so tight, he feels like he could die right there and then, buried inside you.

He knows the pleasure would've been doubled if he went raw, but he knows better. It is a one time thing, he knows, a one night stand which will leave him even more bitter than completion of any mission has. Even more bitter when he knows the side of the bed will be empty and cold, when he knows that once again you'll be on each other's throats to kill. He knew the cold truth ever since he was driving somewhere he didn't know, he knew that maybe you're aware of this, too.

He didn't care. He couldn't care. He wouldn't care.

So, after making sure you were alright, he begins thrusting inside your soft, velvet walls. He has had enough of testing of his own personal self resistance, and he just starts. He watches you gasp and dig your nails on his shoulders, eyes closed and jaw slack, chest pressing upto him as he pistons his cock inside. He pushes your leg over your stomach to hit the exact place well as he feels more arousal gush out of you, small whimpers leaving your pretty lips.

He lowers his head down to bite your nipples lightly, and that's when he feels you clench around him with a loud moan. Oh. But still, this topic could be discussed later on, but first he needs you to come undone around him, and he makes sure that happens when his hands are all over your body, caressing your burning skin with light touches, with tandem to his strong thrusts hitting your core as you see pure stars behind your closed eyelids, screaming his name out in ecstasy, pure ecstasy.

His eyes flutter close themselves as he feels you clench impossibly tight around him, indicating your climax arrival. Your hair sticks to yoir face as his fingers tug at your nipples, and you tug his hair just as hard, connecting your mouths for a sloppy kiss.

He pulls out of you, and you whine at the loss. Seokjin smirks to see you this helpless, and just as he's about to thrust inside, you flip him over.

Thanks to your self defence skills, you could still handle a man like him after being so fucked out. You straddle his hips, his length poking your inner thighs. You clasp his hands and giggle at his flabbergasted expression, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. But his hair, his hair. His skin shines with sweat and his hair, though sweaty, remains exactly the same way, styled, as it was.

This man is gorgeous.

You slowly sink back down on his length, pressing some kisses on his flushed neck, and you hear him inhale sharply. You know he's as fucked up as you are. You bounce on him, and this position hits just the exact places, spots which has you both gasping and crying out in pleasure. And this reels you further, because Seokjin being vocal did something tingly to you. You press a seal of affection to his cheeks, his jaw, and even his eyelids, and he whimpers slightly.

Your boobs bounce with rhythm, and he eyes them as if he's trying to print them in his memory. Anyone looking at you with such a scrutinizing gaze would somehow make you feel self conscious inside, but his gaze.

His gaze was dreamy, filled with euphoria and looking at you with something you may not want to admit, at all. It doesn't take you long to get lost in the pleasure, chest brushing his, breaths mingling together, sighs tingling in the room. You shiver when you feel his pointer run upwards your naked spine, other hand slowly sliding to your waist, guiding you ride up on him.

You're so close that you feel it all over your body. Core clenching, tummy convulsing, and toes curling, Seokjin knows you're just as close as he is.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, and a hand goes down to where your bodies meet. Grinds half a circle or two on your sensitive bud, and slowly whispers on your ear.

“ I've always admired you for being so strong, ___. ”

And you're falling apart on him.

You cry out in pure ecstasy, and you don't know if it was the praise or his hands on you which triggered your orgasm. Your toes are curled tightly and tears are slipping down your cheeks because of its intensity, and when you open your eyes in a haze, you see his jaw slack and eyes closed, head tilted back on the headrest.

In the haze of your own climax, he found his, too. You collapse on the soft bed with a sigh,and look up at Seokjin who's already getting up.

When he discards the condom, you expect him to collapse beside you. But instead, he goes up to the bathroom, and returns back, clad in a bathrobe, a towel in his hands already as he smiles to you, handing you the towel. His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, as you see a hint of sadness in them. His eyes scream the word stay, but you know the inner turmoil the poor fellow must've been going through to actually word that out loud.

“ You can clean up yourself..if you want. ”

You hold his hands and pull him closer to you. He maybe is doing the bare minimum, but you need to check up on him, as well. He looks quite fucked up, too, and you need to make sure that he gets the aftercare he deserves as well.

If it's your heart protesting against it, you'll look into it later. You're sure that you two will look into it like normal adults, later on, maybe in the morning. You two have did the deed, and now you need to face the consequences. You will, hopefully.

“ Why, I think you need to be cleaned, too. ”

Caramel pupils meet your own as you smile softly at him, biting your lips. You expect a soft rejection, or something like that at your proposal, but you see his cheeks puffing up at the most adorable smile he has ever flashed.

“ Yeww, we stink, dummy. Let's get cleaned up before these all dry on us. ” You cringe at your words, already feeling the wetness between your legs drying at the chill air. He ushers you closer, and you wrap an arm around his neck, exhaustion suddenly hitting you as you nuzzle closer to the fluff of his bathrobe.

Your eyes are already closed by the time he scoops you up his arms, but you do feel the small kiss he presses to your forehead as you two head for shower.

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rewind ✩ jin !

jin x fem! reader fluff • 1,260 words

IN WHICH... childhood friends reunite in a serendipitous moment, sparking nostalgic memories, unspoken feelings, and the return of an irreplaceable bracelet.

You sat on the bus on your way home after a long day of work, and you can’t help but look exhaustedly out of the window. The summer sun is still ablaze on the horizon, and your eyes feel droopy with the heat as you watch the familiar scenery pass you by. The vehicle starts to approach the next stop and as you lazily focus ahead, you catch a glimpse of a familiar figure standing there, waiting. 

Your heart skips a beat as memories flood back, like an old photograph album flipping through time. You lean your head further against the glass in order to confirm your suspicions. It was definitely Jin, the boy from your childhood who had been not only your best friend, confidant, but also the source of your first real crush. 

You still remember the soft brown hair that framed his gentle face, and the way his eyes would light up whenever you embarked on your adventures together. You were inseparable, exploring every nook and cranny of your small town, with the world seemingly open to your imagination. 

One cherished memory stood out, a smile quirking up on your face; the day Jin gave you a bracelet. It was a simple gift, a woven band with beads that held no monetary value but carried priceless sentimental weight. He had made it himself, you recall his boasting about it, pouring his heart and effort into creating something special for your unbreakable bond, he had said. And you wore that bracelet with pride, like a badge of honor, a constant reminder of his nourishing for you and your friendship.

But as the years went by, life began to unfold its complexities. You grew older, your paths started to diverge. Reminiscent regrets crept into your heart, knowing you had let out your friendship fade away, allowing it to become a mere wisp of what it once was. Life’s obligations, new friends, and different interests had consumed your attention, causing the distance between you to grow like an insurmountable chasm. But you had your part in it. You still remember that strike of unfounded jealousy as the new girl came to your last year of high school, how she grew close to Jin, and how in the end you gave him back the bracelet it was once so special to you in a tantrum he probably could never figure out. 

The memories were bittersweet. You recalled the times you had secretly admired Jin, noticing all the little things he did with you that seemed to set your heart aflutter. From sharing his ice cream on hot summer days, to biking you to the nearest town as you searched for that latest top you wanted so much, to staying up late under the stars, counting them one by one as if they held the secrets of the universe. 

You wonder if he had known about your old crush on him, if he had seen the blushes that you tried so hard to hide or the stolen glances you couldn’t resist. You wonder if he ever knew that the fateful fight you shared was due to you cowardly trying to sense if he felt the same for you. Maybe he did, but he never made it awkward or uncomfortable. He simply continued being your friend, loyal and supportive as ever… Until that ridiculous and one-sided fight. 

As the bus rolls to a stop, you watch Jin through the window, his figure now much clearer. Time had treated him kindly; he still had that warm, welcoming smile that could brighten even the darkest of days. That jovial semblance you knew would never change. You hesitate for a moment, contemplating whether to leave the confines of the bus and embrace the past standing before you. 

In a moment of courage, you rushedly get up before the doors can close, stepping off of the bus, heart pounding in your chest. His attention leaves the cell phone he has in hand, and for a brief moment, your eyes lock. The connection like an electric jolt, igniting long-lost feelings. You had your share of crushes, even boyfriends ever since, but somehow nothing felt like this. 

And then, to your relief and happy surprise, he smiles that same familiar smile, and the weight of the years seems to dissolve. 

“Hey stranger,” he greets you warmly, goofy as you always remembered him to be, as if you were simply picking up from where you left off. This was what he said every time he passed by your house and you walked together to school—his signature catchphrase. 

“Jin– Hi,” you reply, feeling a rush of emotions. 

You start chatting, and as you do, it feels as though time has rewound, and you were once again those carefree kids who explored the world together. You laughed and reminisced about your shared memories, each one a gem that you had almost forgotten. 

Then, to your awe, as you both recall the summer he broke his index finger and you spent it with him inside instead of enjoying the risky activities that came with the sun, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet excitedly. He fishes inside it a small, worn-out woven band with beads—the very same bracelet he had given you all those years ago. Inevitably, your eyes well up with tears as he hands it to you. 

“I thought if someday I were to give this back to you it would be in a toast, or at least an alumni gathering,” he jokes, “The bus stop wasn’t my first option… But hey, it’s simple. Like me,” his lips pinch cutely into a lopsided smile. 

You take the bracelet in hand, feeling its familiar texture, and the weight of its significance overwhelms you. It wasn’t just a bracelet after all; it was a symbol of enduring friendship and the unspoken bond that not even time and distance couldn’t erase. Or unjustified fights, and petty behaviors. 

In that moment, you realize that even if life had taken you both on separate paths, the essence of your connection remained unchanged. And as you stood there, sharing stories and laughter at a shabby bus stop, you knew that no matter where life led you next, Jin would always hold a special place in your heart. It transcended time. 

Perhaps your feelings had endured too.

Feeling brave, unlike the last time you held that bracelet in hands, you inhale before looking straight into his beady eyes, confessing, “You know… I had this big crush on you back in the day,” you chuckle. The maturity gained with the passing years allows you to relax and treat it lightly, even though your heart suffers a brief hiccup. 

He turns to you surprised, cheeks lightly colored, close to the hues that started to paint the summer evening sky. “You did? Well, now I feel like an idiot… I had a big crush on you too,” he confesses and now you are sure that your heart is discompassed. Scanning your confusion he starts rambling furiously, “What kind of guy goes biking with dead weight to another city just for the dead weight to see if she could find a top?! It wasn’t even to buy! Thank God you found it ‘cause you wouldn’t stop talking about it– But ya! I also had to pay for it because you forgot the money!” 

You couldn’t even laugh, instead, you glanced at him with the utmost adoration. Jin had always been the one. 

Sometimes you really can hit rewind on time.

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laura's seokjin recs

I’ve been reading fics in here nonstop way before I started this blog. It felt like a sin not compiling a list of some of the stories that I loved and hadn’t gotten around to sharing yet, a few of them safe in my drafts until I was ready to make this.

I will keep on adding onto this list as I keep finding stories I've read before and would love to share with you. Leave some love and appreciation to the authors if you can!

disclaimer: all stories that include mature themes will be labeled accordingly. DNI if you aren’t 18+

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S E R I E S

crystallised by @floralseokjin ♡ ◦ saga, fwb au, slow burn, mutual pining, angst, smut

9 months to fall in love by @floralseokjin ◦ unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut the light of dead stars by @ahundredtimesover ♡ ◦ arranged marriage, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut

exes and superher-o's by @kpopfanfictrash ◦ superheros au, exes au, angst, fluff, smut

O N E - S H O T S

soft & sad & happy & something else by @bonvoyagenoona ◦ strange to lovers, fluff, smut

a lullaby on canvas by @jincherie ♡ ◦ neighbors au, siren au, fluff, smut

the heiress and the hotelier by @gukyi ◦ idiots to lovers, cinderella au, humor, fluff

aubade by @junghelioseok ◦ one night stand au, smut

name of the game by @ggukcangetit ◦ anastasia au, mystery, light angst, humor, fluff,, smut

note #1: if any fic recommended is in hiatus, the author has yet to update or left altogether, please do not pester them with updates.

note #2: These are not all of my KSJ recs! There’s more with extensive commentary from me here and you can find more of my favorites here

#ksj #seokjin smut #seokjin angst #seokjin fluff #seokjin recs #seokjin au #seokjin x reader #bts au #bts recs #bts x reader

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urgent matters (m) | ksj 🔞

pairing: seokjin x reader

rating: m(18+); smut, cursing, alcohol consumption

genre: pwp basically, smut, a bit of fluff, dom sub dynamics (kinda), established relationship, just a tiny bit of humour cause I’m me

warnings: well it’s smut, brat tamer jin, dom!seokjin, sub!reader, spit kink, choking, slight pain kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), seokjin is very harsh (but it’s all within consensual boundaries they discussed before this story), alcohol consumption (they’re not tipsy anymore when they get into it)

a/n: there’s nothing much to say and oh welp I had fun with this one. I hope you enjoy!

word count: 3.6k

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The night started well, you and your boyfriend went to have dinner with friends, then dinner became drinks, and before you knew it you were all just a bunch of tipsy happy fellows singing songs in the streets, unbothered by the confused stares from passersby.

The night was hot and humid, the current heat wave hitting its peak earlier in the day. There were barely any stars in the sky, though that didn’t deter you and Seokjin from trying to find the big dipper, hidden somewhere beneath the clouds.

The both of you wave your friends goodbye as you drop off the last of them to their house, leaving the both of you to walk home at a little past midnight. But you feel safe with Seokjin’s arm around your waist, pulling you so close you have to walk in a slightly awkward manner to try and keep up with his hurried steps.

“Jesus Jinnie why are you walking so damn fast,” You breathe out between fits of hysterical giggles.

What’s so funny? Who knows.

“I have urgent matters to attend to,” He deadpans, which only serves to send you into another loud fit of laughter.

“What urgent matters? I thought we were spending the night together,” You try to fight your smile in order to give him a slightly more convincing pout.

He stops in his tracks, though you’re now stading only a few feet away from your house’s driveway.

You send him a puzzled look, only then noticing the absolutely bewitching glint in his eyes, which sparks shivers up your spine and all the way up to your nape.

He flicks your nose playfully, taking the moment of inattention to grab your bum forcefully and tugging you closer.

You swiftly collide onto his chest, barely having enough time to put your hands forward, softening the blow. You feel the rhythm of his heart, the organ beating quickly beneath your palm and under his suit.

You look up into his onyx eyes, straining your neck in the process. 

You feel so small in his arms, under his imposing gaze. His demeanor is such a contrast with the man he is day to day, it’s thrilling. And no matter how many times you’ve seen this side of his personality, you’ll never get used to it.

“We are spending the night together, and you are the urgent matter I need to attend to,” He darkly chuckles, the sound making your blood rush south as soon as it reaches your ears.

He leisurely dips his head, gaze fixed onto your lips, like he’s got all the time in the world. It’s agonizingly slow, so much so that you almost let a whimper escape your throat as your patience wears thin.

His pillowy lips leave a featherlight touch onto yours and you inhale sharply in anticipation, tension building steadily at the pit of your stomach.

But suddenly, your feet aren’t on the ground anymore and you let out a yelp as Seokjin picks you up and swings you around like a ragdoll, your hips laying on top of his broad shoulders, his rear end now at eye level. 

He crosses the distance to your front door in quick strides, leaving a powerful slap on your ass as he does so. You giggle as you bounce around in his hold, the loud smack mixes with your laughter and echoes all throughout the quiet neighborhood.

As soon as he closes the door, he maneuvers you around and onto your feet, leaving you dizzy in the process. You barely have time to take in your surroundings before you’re pushed against the wall, a strong hand sneaking to your back in an attempt to soften the blow.

And it’s things like these that make you go absolutely mad for the man you share your life with. His strong aura and authoritative presence are absolutely enough to make you positively melt in his embrace, but it’s the security that comes with it that drives you over the edge.

Knowing that you may give him free rein on everything that goes on between the four walls of your bedroom, but he’ll always make sure you’re safe and taken care of, never pressured or uncomfortable. 

And if that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed, you don’t want to imagine what could top it.

You register a hand crawling up the side of your body, up to your cheek, and a thumb, softly tugging at your bottom lip.

“Open up baby,” He grunts, his voice dipping an octave lower. 

You feel heat lodging itself onto your cheeks, completely unrelated to the ongoing heatwave, as Seokjin tantalizingly latches onto your lip, dragging his teeth onto the soft flesh before releasing it with a slight popping sound.

That’s all it takes really, to make you go absolutely wild.

You press against his body, draping your arms over his shoulders in an effort to stabilize yourself as you voraciously attack his plump flesh, relishing in the small moan that escapes him as you do. 

Your mind is absolutely gone, lost in a Seokjin-induced haze, you have no complaints.

He earnestly rolls his hips against your core, hissing at the friction as if deliciously burned by an all consuming fire, and you can’t help the needy sob that pushes through your throat and into your lover’s mouth, instantly swallowed by his insatiable hunger. 

He swiftly picks you up with both of his hands, your dress hiking up to your hips as he grips your thighs fiercely, sure to leave bruises in their wake. You all but mewl as he stabilizes you, digging his nails into your skin and heads toward what you imagine to be your bedroom, too preoccupied by his mouth leaving harsh kisses onto yours to really care.

You feel the soft linen fabric caress your skin as he gently lays you down on the bed, breaking away from your hold, but not before swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, only fueling the fire coursing through your veins.

You stare at him unashamedly through half-shut eyes, like mesmerized, in a trance of some sort.

He swiftly shrugs his blazer off, then tantalizingly unbuttons his light blue shirt, a confident smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Then he proceeds to tug down his trousers and underwear in one swift motion, his erection hitting his stomach as he does.

You almost salivate at the sight that awaits you, a toned chest, slightly defined abs and a happy trail that leads all the way down to his thick length.

Seokjin slaps your thigh and sends you a stern look that makes you jolt on the spot, like an electrical shock coursing through you, unrestrained. You whimper loudly, which earns you a low groan.

“Get up, take this pretty dress off,” He demands in such an authoritative tone that you tremble in excitement. 

You hurriedly comply, tugging your dress off as quickly as you possibly can considering the tremor in your hands, or in your whole body, truthfully.

“Such a good girl for me,” He praises while gripping your waist and tugging you closer, tearing a high pitched whine straight from your chest.

He dips down to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. Then he heads a little lower, to your collarbones, leaving a map of purple bruises in his trail. You shake uncontrollably, going absolutely lax in his strong hold as soft airy whimpers slip past your parted lips.

He unhooks your bra with one hand, the impressive feat amazing you each and every time, and slides it off your arms while you can only comply, already way too gone to do anything but. 

He cradles your breast with one hand, the other steadily holding your waist, and latches his mouth onto your right nipple, scraping it with his teeth ardently, like a man on a mission. 

And truthfully, mission accomplished. You find yourself a shuddering mess under his ministrations, gripping a fistful of his hair to try and ground yourself a bit. It’s no use, not when he’s so hungrily devouring you like a five course meal. 

Then he proceeds to your left nub, giving it the same treatment as the other one, the man never did like favoritism. 

You involuntarily tug on his hair, which forces an absolutely filthy hiss past his lips, the sound like music to your ears.

He lifts his head up and grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging so harshly that your head throws back due to the sheer force of his pull. You meet his dark pools who lustfully bore into your own, promises of filth swimming through their obsidian orbs. 

He forcefully grabs your chin, making you gasp as he does, and takes advantage of the moment, placing the tip of his thumb through your parted lips, your eyes widen in sheer surprise at the intrusion. 

He lets out a low chuckle. “You’re so beautiful like this baby.” He dips his thumb further into your mouth and moves closer, his breath now hitting your ear.

He looks downright dangerous, a dominating glint in his eyes and you can only nod, too aroused to get any coherent words out.

“You’ll be good for me yeah? You’re gonna take what I give you mmh?” He tightens his grip on your chin, making you wince in blissful pain.

“Gonna wreck you so bad and you’ll take it all like a good girl, yeah? Can you do that for me baby?” He all but groans into your ear, setting another spark of shiver through your spine.

You nod weakly as you lick at his thumb.

He takes his finger out and softly pats your cheek.

“Answer me baby,” He gently demands, caressing your hip in soothing circular motions.

“Yes, please I-” You unashamedly beg, that’s all you can do now, completely under his spell.

“Shhh,” He soothes, softly caressing your cheek with his hand.

He slowly backs up, peering into your eyes with such an adoring expression that it tugs viciously at your heartstrings, overwhelming you with emotions.

You drape your arms around his neck and pull him into a searing kiss that has you seeing fireworks. A kiss that feels like the first time, though there’s been thousands of these instances by now. 

His tongue and yours move in unison as he lavishes you in soft and languid strokes, each of them like a confession of pure and unconditional love. And you lap it up greedily, just as he does.

You barely notice when he lays you on top of the bed, being careful not to drop you too suddenly. He doesn’t break the scorching touch of his swollen lips on yours, not even for a second.

And when he does so, it’s only to trail down with featherlight kisses all the way down to your undergarments, spreading your legs wider and using his teeth to tug them off, leaving you completely bare for his eyes, and his eyes only.

He trails back all the way up to your inner thighs, showering your legs with a myriad of kisses as you can barely think anymore past the fog, shaking furiously under his ministrations. But his soothing caresses lets you know you’re safe and secure, always.

You arch your back as soon as the heat of his mouth brushes where you had been wanting him the most, the touch fueling a fire so bright, deep within your guts, that you think it could burn a whole city to the ground. 

He sucks and leaves tantalizing licks onto your sweet spot, looking straight into your eyes as he does so, hair sticking onto his forehead as sweat trickles down his face, the sight absolutely unholy and you’d willingly go to hell if it meant you’d get to see it over and over again.

You don’t need to tell him anything because he knows exactly what to do, your whimpery moans clearly indicating you’re in absolute sinful bliss, which only spurs him further on. 

“God I missed that sweet cunt, could have it for breakfast everyday,” He rumbles against you, his words sending your mind into a frenzy and the vibrations making you cry out a strangled sob.

You feel your gut tightening, indicating with certainty that your high is fastly approaching, you whimper in pure ecstasy, the sweet pain of it all too much to keep it at bay. 

And that’s exactly when Seokjin decides to leave one last stroke of his tongue on your core and come back up at eye level with you.

“Jin,” You sob out in frustration, the pain of your orgasm being denied making you close your eyes in blissful agony.

“Look at me baby,” He commands, gripping the side of your face forcefully. Your eyes snap open, and you feel tremors all throughout your body at the absolutely arousing look of pure need in his eyes.

A tear escapes your eyes, the tension between the both of you becoming unbearable. You need something, anything, now. 

“Good,” He smirks.

“Baby please, do something,” You plead, the high pitched sound so foreign to you that you don't even recognize your voice.

His smirk grows wider and you notice how his pupils are utterly blown, you almost purr at the sight.

“Yeah?” He teases cockily, making you lose your damn mind in the process.

“Please, please,” You cry, squeezing your eyes shut. He sharply throws his head back.

“God you’re amazing,” He lowly groans, sliding his hand to your neck and squeezing it tightly.

You feel his other hand spreading your thighs further apart and you open your eyes, focused on his movements, taking short, ragged, shallow breaths as anticipation builds at the base of your stomach.

He shoves his fingers into your mouth, groaning as you swirl your tongue and suck around the digits, leaving them coated in saliva. He then brings that same hand to his length, giving it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance, pushing slightly as he tries to breach it.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” He hisses, the muscles of his neck straining.

And it’s always slow at first, because he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s so fucking big that it takes time for your walls to accommodate to his size, it hurts and burns so good that your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a guttural moan.

When he bottoms out, hips flushed straight against your own, there’s not an ounce of control left to be found in your whole body, you hand it all out to him as a soft shaky plea leaves your parted lips. 

“Please,” 

“Just- fuck just give me a second okay,” He heaves out through gritted teeth, dragging his hand down to your stomach, where a noticeable bulge is protruding. 

And that, might be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

When he starts moving, it’s only to quickly pick up an unrelenting pace spurring a myriad of curses and whimpers out of your wrecked throat. You circle your legs around his waist to gain a sense of stability amid the storm of sensations raging inside your whole body.

“Open your eyes,” He rasps, bringing his hand back to your throat and squeezing incredibly hard, cutting off your air supply as he does. 

You peer into his dark blown gaze and almost fall over the edge right on the spot. 

“Good girl. Now open up for me” He praises as he slams into you in quick sharp rolls of his hips.

And you obey immediately, head spinning from the lack of air getting into your lungs, the burn only making you that much more aroused. 

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips before he spits into your wide open mouth, your gut tightening instantly at his actions. He lets go of your throat as you swallow, almost choking as air gets into your airways, your head spinning in pure pleasure at the sensation.

He rams into you in record strength, forcibly gripping your breast in both his hands before bringing one of them down to your bundle of nerves, drawing circles on it in quick, soft blissful motions. 

A series of quick sharp whines leave your lips as you jerk in place, your knees buckling, your high fast approaching. 

“Seokjin!” You strangle out as you feel the familiar warmth enveloping you, your back arching beautifully for the man driving you over the edge of a free falling cliff.

“Let go for me baby,” He keens into your ear, quickly dragging his length against your walls in unbridled passion.

Your orgasm crashes onto you in waves, the first wave being the most powerful you’ve ever experienced. You convulse uncontrollably around him, squeezing his arm as tightly as you can as you let your high wash over you in blinding pleasure.

You slowly come back down, feeling absolutely lax in your lover’s arms. He soothingly caresses your face, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear to help you descend from the heights of pleasure you’ve just experienced. 

He’s still rolling his hips into you, in long languid motions, coaxing out your orgasm to the last shred of it. You bring your hand up to his neck, crashing your lips onto his in a dazzling kiss that has you seeing stars against your shut eyelids.

You both kiss for a while, totally enraptured by each other as Seokjin continues his ministrations, making you mewl with each slap of his hips against your tender flesh.

You separate for air, forehead pressed together as your body shakes from the sheer force of his thrusts. 

“You ready baby? Do you want me to stop? ” He asks in a soothing tone, caressing your cheek with his thumb. 

You shake your head no and smile at him, already feeling your gut tightening again as his words register. 

“Alright,” He whispers against your lips before gently pecking them, the gesture so loving your heart swells in your chest.

Then he picks up his pace, slapping into you without mercy as wildfire burns inside you once again.

You cry tears of beautiful agony, your sobs coming out strained and pitiful. And he kisses you fervently, swallowing each and every one of them as his hips stutter against you, a telltale sign that his orgasm is so close you can almost grasp it.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum baby,” He moans out, making you involuntarily tug the hair at the back of his head which earns you a sharp hiss.

He grabs your chin into his hand and brings his other one to your sensitive clit once again, swiping it in slow, drawn out motions with his thumb. You sob so hard you think you won’t be able to talk after this, your throat completely wrecked by it all.

You close your eyes as you feel another high building up in your stomach, brought on by harsh fast drags of his length against your bruised walls and unrelenting circular motions against your sweet spot. 

“Jin I’m close, baby-“ You choke out, throat so raw the sound of your voice ends up croaky and uneven. 

“Look at me,” He simply grunts, slapping into you even faster than before.

You snap your eyes open and you’re completely blindsided by your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, the look of pure love in his half-shut eyes making you come undone at the sight. 

You feel him stutter and release into you in warm spurts as he gives one last thrust, stilling against your hips in the process. You clench around him, milking out his orgasm as you do so.

Seokjin collapses onto you and it takes a few minutes for you both to come down from your highs, too fucked out to even speak.

“Babe please get off, I can’t breathe,” You playfully slap his shoulder.

“Are you saying I’m heavy,” He whines out, like a whole ass baby. Like he didn’t just fuck your brains out or something.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” You softly chuckle.

He groans but ultimately slides off of you, settling next to you. “That’s mean.”

“What’s mean is cutting off my air supply, you big baby,” You fondly say, stroking his hair as you do so.

He looks at you with wide googly eyes and reddened pouty lips before laying his head on your chest. 

“You didn’t seem to mind earlier,” He smirks, slapping your thigh in a playful manner.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the shy blush that creeps up your neck. “Stop it,” You giggle out.

You both talk for a while, chuckling at anything and everything that falls out of your mouths, completely blissed out and enamored with each other.

You both slowly feel sleepiness wash over you, excited by the promise of a goodnight’s sleep and a new day. 

Another day to fall even more in love with each other, another day to appreciate and annoy the other at the best of your capabilities. 

Seokjin is comfortably snuggled against you, head against your heartbeat, the rhythmic sound slowly lulling him to sleep. And you feel so much affection in your tiny heart, so much so that you feel it could burst out at any moment.

You lay a lingering kiss on his fluffy head of hair, which prompts a contented sigh out of him.

“I love you,” You whisper against him.

He hums quietly, which makes you giggle.

“I love you too,” He slurs out, on the brink of unconsciousness.

And you fall asleep like that, snuggled in each other’s embrace, ready for a new day to come.

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What if… you were the Kingpin and they were the detectives? Part two | BTS OT7 au

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11.7K of pure nonsense with our favourite yandere task force. Trigger warnings : blood, guns, death, violence, corruption, stalking, obsessive behaviour, suggestive shit, smut but not smut, manipulation, torture… probably a lot more but I can’t remember

Full disclaimer : I don’t think there will be a part three to these guys next what if season but I have got a Drabble in the works for them 💜

“So what, you guys are just going to live here now?” you scoff, incredulously staring them down from your chaise lounge as they catered to you. Seokjin was already putting a tray of herbal tea down, muttering something about not getting the food ready on time, honestly it sounded like he was chastising himself. Yoongi was at your feet, his back against the chair, your foot in his hands as he tried to massage the tension away. Hoseok and Namjoon were in deep conversation about who knows what, which left the three officers staring at you from the opposite seat with puppy eyes and goofy smiles, the look of adoration not missed by you.

“Is that a problem?” Namjoon’s eyebrow raises as he poses the question, the conversation with the detective cut to an end.

You literally got home barely ten minutes ago and they greeted you as if they’d been living here with you your whole life! The scene was too domestic, you felt too comfortable with it, it wasn’t normal, if anything it was freaking you out.

“Yes it's a problem,” you grit your teeth, annoyance starting to build, who the hell did they think they were? This was your mansion, one of many but your favourite one, who gave them the right to make themselves at home?

“Why is it a problem, little love?” Hoseok matches Namjoon’s expression although he wears his with more confusion, not seeing the issue at all. 

“Because it's my house?” you say in disbelief, frowning at the men occupying your living room. “I don’t remember giving you permission to stay.” 

“But we did so well,” Jimin whines from his seat, the puppy look of love in his eyes set to make you waver. “We protected you better than your men, this is our reward.”

You narrow your eyes at him, not trusting the air of innocence for a second, not after witnessing what he was capable of. 

“Don’t I decide your reward Officer Park?” Your tone was set to authority, the same way it would with any one of your men. “You kept me in a hospital for a month, personally I think that’s reward enough.”

“For your own good.” The lights dim in Taehyung’s eyes, you could see them darken as his expression warns you not to argue with him. 

“I did not need to be in there for a month, Officer Kim,” you snap, standing from your seat, taking your foot away from Yoongi’s hold. He stares at his hands, despising how empty they felt now they weren’t touching a part of you. 

“Litt-”

“If you’ll excuse me I have an empire to run,” you sneer before muttering, “who knows what's left of it…”

You expect the Captain to correct you, to tell you you handled it fine remotely with your phone while you were recovering, but instead when you meet his eyes you see amusement in them. For a second you lose composure, looking bewildered before you clear your throat and stare back with nonchalance. He smirks, laughing under his breath before standing himself.

“Little love isn’t ready to play house yet,” he tells the others, translating your sudden moody disposition. “Let’s leave before she says something she regrets.”

Your skin prickles at the unimpressed tone of his voice, you could end his life right here and yet he acts like he knew you wouldn’t. Fuck, it pisses you off how these assholes got under you skin. The others watch your staring match with their Captain, entranced by the way your jaw was set, that adorable angry look on your face that they just want to coo at. 

Namjoon strides towards you, one hand in his pocket, neither of you willing to break eye contact. You fight the way your breath wants to hitch when he stands in front of you, his forefinger and thumb softly tilting your head up by your chin.

“Our big bad baby isn’t ready to accept our love,” he tsks, being the first to glance away from your glare, but you don’t celebrate, not when his gaze flickers down to your lips. 

You can’t stop your breath catching this time, it doesn’t go unnoticed by the Captain. 

“What a shame you still want to fight it,” his guttural tone is low, vibrating into the air to make your skin shiver. He closes in, his lips so close to yours, you can feel the ghost of their touch, but hell were you going to give in first. “All we want to do is take care of you.”

He drops his hand from your face suddenly, walking away to be the first to exit your home. You inhale like you forgot how to breathe, trying to recompose yourself. Fuck, you always had the last word, it was a point of pride and yet you couldn’t say a damn thing.

One by one, they left with their eyes lingering on you for as long as possible, sighing or muttering a reluctant farewell, Jin begging you to eat something but you turn away and march up the stairs like you didn’t hear him. Jimin whines like a wounded puppy, his eyes following you up the steps, his eyes glistening when you disappear. He so badly wanted to follow, he so badly wanted to beg you to let them stay. He wanted to smother you in them, worship you like you deserved, he could do it so much better than any of those idiots you let near you. 

Taehyung slings his arm around him, pulling him away to the front door, an unimpressed stoic mask on his face that refuses to budge and reveal his heartbreak. He takes Jimin to the car he brought you in, Hoseok already waiting by the backseat, kicking a tiny stone with so much force dust came up from the ground.

The others occupy Jin’s car, staring at your house with so much hope that you’d come out and call them back.

“I can’t believe she kicked us out,” Jungkook grumbles, fastening his seat belt before the car pulls away. In the rearview mirror they watch your mansion shrink in the growing distance. After everything you all had been through together, that whole month of bonding in the hospital, and now you were better, you just dumped them? He didn’t like it, he thought you understood them, their affection for you. He knows you do, you tried to play with that affection to escape from the ward, he can still remember the way you kissed his bruises, he knows that wasn’t fake regardless of your motives. 

“She didn’t even let me finish her lunch,” Jin complains, wanting to bang his head against the steering wheel, dejected and pouting hard. Maybe at least, you’d drink the tea he poured for you.

“She's the Kingpin of Seoul,” Namjoon chuckles in the passenger seat, “she’s not used to being pampered.”

“She put up with it for a month just fine,” Yoongi huffs, caught between loving your prideful nature but despising it when it got in the way of his love. Like Jungkook he witnessed your seduction tactics first hand as a very willing victim, and in no way was he ready to take a step back from that. 

“What do we do now?” Jungkook asks.

“We tear through her defences,” Namjoon states matter of factly, like the answer was obvious. “We show our little love we’re not going to back down.”

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“What the hell are you two doing here?” you huff at the officers exiting their car after having trailed you. 

“Yoongi hyung doesn’t trust your asshats to keep you safe,” Jungkook nods at your men, you can feel the annoyance radiating from them due to the youngest police officers words. “So here we are.”

“Looking at them all…” Jimin says uncharacteristically serious, stern narrowing eyes assessing each man you brought with you to the deal, “I have to agree with hyung.”

You hold back Baekhyun from lunging at the shorter officer, an arm held out that he collides with before stepping back.

“Boss, what the hell is this?” Chanyeol is as irritated as he looks, watching Jungkook’s smug smile and wanting to punch it off. 

“I bought off some of Seoul’s police force,” you sigh, sounding as if you regret it, making both of the infatuated men turn to you sternly in their dejection. “I thought it was a clever thing to do at the time.”

“Can you trust them boss?” Baekhyun hasn’t broken his staring match with Jimin, honestly both of them had never looked so menacing, Baek was the joker in your ranks, never knowing which comment was going to make you laugh or make you threaten him with your gun, either way he was cackling with amusement. And Jimin… well you remembered a couple of times he looked this way, and one of those times specifically someone ended up dead… with his bare fists. The amount of whiplash the young officer gave you made you question Baek’s safety. 

“With my life,” you admit, making everyone stare at you in surprise. A smile slowly works its way onto the men in front of you, ones so infectious you’re struggling to stifle your own. There’s that eye roll they all love, the pair biting their bottom lips at the sight. 

“You guys go ahead, I need a word with our new hires,” you say to your flank, despite the hesitation, they follow your orders, knowing not to question you with that tone to your voice. They were trained to listen to your every command, but the two officers, they were a couple of loose cannons, and you couldn’t afford for them to blow up in an untimely manner. 

As soon as the last of your men walk through the building door, not without gazing back at you with looks of uncertainty you address your obsessive policemen. 

“If I let you both in…” 

They frown at the beginning of your sentence, what did you mean ‘if’, already you could see their jaws clenching in displeasure, but you weren’t having it. 

“...you listen to my every word, you don’t act out regardless of what is said in that room unless I instruct you, do you both understand?”

They nod firmly but it isn’t enough, these men might ‘adore’ you, or so they say, but they acted out whenever you were concerned, and you weren’t in the mood to deal with it today.

“I’m being serious,” your eyes flare in that way that has their blood rushing to their pants but they try to keep a clear head, you can see their hard stares melting though into softer hooded eyes, already catching on to their thoughts with a sigh. “My work isn’t pretty, there are going to be insults hurled at me, there are going to be men flirting with me, it's part of the job, I need to know you can control yourselves otherwise you’re useless to me.”

The irritation is evident in their eyes, not aimed at you at all, but the scenario you were painting. Their fists already clench by their sides, the urge already built to annihilate anyone who came near you.

“Do we have an understanding?” you ask, arms crossing in an adamant stance. 

They both nod in contemplation, not agreement, you can see that and aren’t fooled by it, waiting for their verbal response. 

“You took Jin hyung and Tae out for ice cream,” Jimin says out of nowhere, giving you whiplash. 

“What?”

“If we do well,” Jungkook interrupts your stupor. “Take us out on a date too.”

With that they both turn to the door, ready to go in, but not before Jimin turns back to you with a smirk. 

“Do we have a deal, little love?”

You inhale deeply as if annoyed, not willing to admit they were making your heart pound. You walk past them briskly to lead the way without a response to their question, but they could hear your mumbling, making them grin so wide they bared their teeth.

“It wasn’t a frigging date, they dragged me there…”

—

“Jungkook sit,” you order fiercely when the officer refused to back down. 

Not even ten minutes in and they were already causing a scene for fucks sake. His whole demeanour was set to attack the man laughing in front of him, like a rabid dog tied to a wall, but the chain was breaking and you could see it. 

Your men glanced at you, not knowing exactly what to do in this situation, no one ever questioned you. You spoke and they obeyed, what the officers were doing was out of their comfort zone.

“What is this Y/n?” Michael laughs, 

“He’s a little bit unhinged,” you roll your eyes, grabbing the young officer's arm and pinching it warningly.

He remains unfazed, his stare penetrating through the visiting head of the west. The bastard said something to his right hand man in a foreign language thinking no one would understand, but Junkook had heard the term used before even if he didn’t grasp the whole sentence. It was derogatory, he basically insinuated your men were only loyal to you because you gave it to them good, his friend beside him who Jimin was currently glaring at quietly responded with ‘men that loyal to a whore don’t have balls’. Jimin didn’t understand it, but he could read the tone well enough. 

“You need to keep your puppies on a leash,” your rival comments, sniggering when he could see their nostrils flare. “Badly trained mutts end up biting the hands that feed them.”

He cocks his gun, pointing it directly at Jungkook’s head.

“Let me do you a favour and put this one down,” Michael’s voice turns voidless, his face sobering from amusement to the ruthless killer you had butted heads with before.

You exhale calmly, ready to seize back control of the room. The second that barrel was pointed at the officer, each of your men stood with their own weapons aimed at the disrespectful bastard. 

“I thought we were going to have a civil conversation today pretty,” Leo, the bored left hand man sighs in your direction. 

Your other hand falls on Jimin’s thigh under the table, a squeeze to stop him when he looked like he was about to lunge at the man that called you ‘pretty’. Your two idiots weren’t loose cannons they were a fucking suicide squad. 

“With this much testosterone in the room?” You cackle incredulously. “You must be kidding.”

“Your men are the ones with the built up adrenaline,” Leo responds. “You need to let them out in the yard for a run instead of playing tea parties, otherwise it becomes so pent up they can’t sit still at the table.”

“I can save you a trip to the pound Y/n,” Michael chuckles, his gun still set on Jungkook. “Let me do you this favour.”

“You touch a hair on his head and I will rip the skin off your skull,” you deadpan, the two officers turning to you in surprise as their hearts swell in their chests. That was so sexy, they both can’t control their little grins of glee, looking at you with devotion that your enemies across the room don’t miss. 

“You’ve seen me do worse,” you say with a humourless smirk, almost like a dare, your eyes deadly serious. 

He contemplates it for a second, biting his cheeks to stop himself speaking. Accepting defeat, his weapon is put down, his hands in the air with a shrug. Your men sit once he’s harmless, their weapons ready to reach again if needed. 

“They’re sweet on you,” Leo comments, inquisitive eyes flickering between both men with a knowing smile.

“They’re new,” you state bluntly, nipping any thoughts he might be having in the bud with a grimace. 

“Where does that leave us Y/n?” Michael asks, his eyes telling you this wasn’t over. “I thought today was all about burying the dust.”

“That was before you pointed a gun to my side of the table,” you sigh, looking bored. “I guess I’m going to have to rethink the terms of this deal.”

You stand from your seat, your men following suit, Jungkook and Jimin moving a second behind. They look at you like you were their life line, you can see it in your peripherals as you stare down the asshole in front of you. 

“We’ll reschedule once I decide the cost of your disrespect today,” you smile, turning to leave first as your flanks follow behind, the two officers eagerly by your side.

“Ice cream?” Jimin asks gleefully, his eyes disappearing in his grin as he basically skips beside you as you exit. 

Your lips press into a thin smile, obviously fake, they can see it in your eyes. 

“Absolutely,” you say cheerfully but the sight puts them on edge. “Boys!”

You turn to Baekhyun and the others. 

“Let’s go out for ice cream,” you announce baring your teeth. Your men stutter in shock before they all collectively chant ‘yes boss’. That, that was the loyalty you were looking for inside that meeting, that was what your men were trained to do, listen to you. You walk away with them all, ready to reward their good behaviour.

Jungkook grabs you by the wrist pulling you back until you’re face to face with him. He can see the anger that was simmering away reaching boiling point, but he can’t understand why it’s there.

“Noona, you promised us ice cream,” he complains loudly, “just us, not them.”

“You promised me you would do exactly as I say,” you snarl, standing so close to him he can feel your breath on his face. 

“You seriously can’t expect us to sit there while he insults you-” 

“You undermined me in a deal!” No ounce of fury held back as you yell in his face. “You questioned my authority in front of men looking for a weakness in me.”

“He-”

“They’re going to think I can’t control my subordinates, my reputation is everything, not once have I ever had to build it back up the way I’m going to have to now,” You seethe through gritted teeth. “Because of both of you.”

Their hearts fall to the floor when you snatch your wrist back out of his hold, storming away with your wrath left to linger around their necks like a noose. For the first time you were actually pissed at them, not out of concern but because of their actions. Jimin’s eyes water, willing you to turn back and forgive them but you don’t. He watches Jungkook sniff, his head down low. You’re mad at them, this was the worst feeling in the world. 

—

You giggle pretentiously at the gentleman across from you, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Another night of having to pretend to be civil until you got what you wanted. Last time Officer Park got in the way of the deal when you had to drag him out before Jinyoung killed him, although now you wonder whether it was all for show. With the way he killed Jackson, he would have no problem against this old washed up has been. Hell, you knew you could take him with no question which is why you left your men at the door, Baekhyun obeying your every command like an obedient prize dog, which is why you didn’t inform your untrained puppies. 

You push back the thoughts of what their reaction was going to be when they found out, it could be dealt with later. 

“That was so funny Jinyoung,” you loathe your fake tone, but needs must. “And so clever, this club is so busy I’d believe it was a legit business.”

You smirk knowingly. Of course it was a front for illegal shit, Park Jinyoung couldn’t breathe without doing something shady. You grit your teeth in a convincing smile, just wanting the bastard to hand over the deeds to his land so you could put a bullet in his head. 

“But I have to ask,” you turn your tone seductive, leaning in with your chin in your hand, resting your elbow on your thigh as you uncover the skin with the slit in your dress. A well practised sultry look in your eyes and he fell, hook line and sinker, you try not to smirk at the way his adam apple bobbles, his gaze falling to your cleavage. 

“You’ve been in the business for so long, you’ve made something of yourself where most men fail and get killed before their voices break,” you giggle, the fakest look of admiration for the oaf that he drank right up along with your compliments. 

You reach for your drink, not intending to touch anything he gave you, you were cleverer than that. 

“Don’t you want to, I don’t know, retire and just…” you hum in contemplation, sitting back in your seat, taking the straw in between your teeth for a moment while you eyed him up like he was good enough to eat. Honestly, you could vomit. “I don’t know, have fun?”

He doesn’t miss the suggestive tone of your voice, coming to the conclusion you needed a King by your side to run that empire of yours. Of course he did, you were really struggling to control that eye roll. He was old money, which meant two things, he had a lot of it, and he thought a woman could never run the country the way you were. 

“I could be tempted,” he leans towards you, and you know you’ve won. 

You smile, no longer having to put it on for his benefit. Something catches your interest in your peripherals, something, or you should say someone. As soon as your mark paid attention to the papers on the coffee table between you, you glance to the left, meeting stern eyes across the room that could kill. 

Your heart pounds out of your control, but you don’t look away, not until Jinyoung is done signing the contract. You smile demurely, taking the papers out of his hands, your eyes flickering to the officer watching the deal go down. 

“We should celebrate!” the wrinkled pathetic idiot announces, clicking his fingers for more drinks to be delivered to your VIP booth. 

“Absolutely,” you agreed, but stand from your seat. “But first a girl needs to powder her nose.”

He laughs at your comment and it irks you, did he seriously believe everything you were feeding him. How stupid were men? It was almost too easy. 

You stare at the officer with clear intent, walking to the female only bathroom, knowing this one would be particularly empty since it was where Jinyoung’s underhandlings happened, and he wouldn’t risk doing anything with you on the premises. You stuff the papers in your clutch, placing the bag on the back of the basin, taking out your lipstick for a touch up you didn’t need. It was an image, a simple way to hold control of the situation when he inevitably followed you.

Right on cue, the door swings open, the tall figure taking menacing slow steps towards your form. You could almost convince yourself he was drunk, but you knew he wasn’t, there was no way, not when it came to watching you. 

“Having fun love?” he asks, the corner of his lip twitching almost as if to smirk, but it was more intimidating than that. 

“It’s called getting what I want,” you respond bluntly, checking over your features without glancing his way. His aura was already making your skin tingle, you could hear the blood rushing in your ears, there was no way you were going to remain composed if you looked at him, but he wasn’t having that. 

“Is making me watch you flirt with a bastard called getting what you want?” He spits, standing behind you before grabbing you. 

“Kim Taehyung,” you warn breathlessly as you’re thrust against him. His crotch is pressed so hard on your ass, his arm locking you in place around your middle. You gulp at the length of it, fully standing, and all that separated you from it was flimsy pieces of cloth. 

He’s gone commando, you meet his eyes in the mirror as if asking for confirmation of your thoughts, and his smirk is all you need. You don’t dare to break his stare as you watch him press his head against yours, cheek to cheek as he hums. 

“You didn’t tell us about this meeting little love,” his voice is so deep you can feel the vibration of each word.

“I didn’t think I needed to,” you bite back but you sound so affected by his little ministrations, you fool no one. 

He tsks, his tongue wetting his lips before he rolls his hips into you, watching you fight back a moan in the mirror. This was going to be ingrained in his memory for life, the reflective surface in front of him resembling a canvas he would gladly hand on the wall forever. 

“We always need to know where you are, love,” he mumbles into your ear, the glint in his eyes dangerous. “Now, I would apologise for this…”

His hand grabs your wrist, you don’t even register the cold metal until he locks your other hand behind you, his hips keeping you against the basin. 

“.. But I can’t bring myself to.”

He hums in appreciation of the sight, the stupor on your face making him chuckle.

“Y/n L/n, you’re under arrest,” he grins as his actions finally catch up with.

“What!” You almost choke, he grabs your clutch before he starts to lead you out, trying to keep his crotch on some part of your body for his own relief while you both walk. “On what grounds?”

“Soliciting,” he offers, but he was suggesting something in his tone that made your jaw drop. What exactly was he insinuating?!?

“Are you kidding me?” You scoff loudly, aware of everyone’s eyes on you, your nostrils flaring at the big spectacle he was putting on. Thankfully Jinyoung was blissfully ignorant to the scene, you made it out into the cold night without his added drama. 

“Boss!” Baekhyun calls for you and you wince when you see him and Chanyeol running towards you like their lives depend on it. 

“Leave it,” you warn them, not wanting to unleash anymore of Taehyung’s misplaced jealousy. 

Your captor scoffs when they back away, these were the idiots you chose to keep an eye on you? Seriously? Them over seven men willing to bathe in their own blood for you? These useless imbeciles were letting him take their boss away without a fight, pathetic. Never again would they let you go about your business without one of them by your side. 

“They have no regard for your safety,” he growls as he pushes you into the back seat of his cruiser, roughly pressing his palm to your head so you don't bang your head. The door slams and you sigh, great another fire to put out, but how to go about it this time?

“Why do I need them to?” You say when he climbs into the driver's seat, buckling his seatbelt while looking at you in the rearview mirror questioningly, like you had a bit too much to drink. “I knew you weren’t far behind.”

You smirk victoriously when you sense the pride your words put in his chest, despite how he tries to hide it. Sometimes it was too easy, but you knew you weren’t out of trouble yet. 

—

When the car pulls over he exits swiftly, looking around to see who was watching. The drive had been mostly quiet, that was something you picked up about Taehyung, especially after your month long hospital visit. He was silent when he was angry at you, and then he let it all out in some shape or form, but you were somehow good at getting him to calm down. 

The back door opens and you move towards it to get out, only to find yourself being pushed in by the officer as he climbed in beside you. You gawk questioningly, turning towards him with your hands still cuffed behind your back.

“What the-”

He doesn’t waste a second, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for a searing kiss. His mouth engulfs yours, tongue playing with your lips demanding entrance, taking advantage of your dumbfoundment at his sudden actions. He leans his weight on you, forcing you back to lie on the seats with his body in between your thighs. Your trapped hands elevate your waist so deliciously against his crotch, torturing you both. His mouth travels down to your neck, sucking with the only intent to leave a fat mark.

“He didn’t even touch you,” he hisses against you, venting his anger, nibbling your skin as his hips roll into you. “But the way he was looking at you- fuck.”

He groans, hands sliding up your waist to fondle your breast, playing with them so hard you can’t help whining. He looks up at your fucked up face, his mouth still so close to your skin you can feel his breath on the wet marks he left, the sensation making you shudder.

“I wanted to put a bullet right between his eyes,” he whispers, his palm leaving your chest to caress your cheek, pushing your gaze to face him. The sick devotion that you could see through the dark shouldn’t make you gush, but you can feel it pool between your thighs, biting back a moan so hard you could taste blood from your bottom lip. 

“Baby,” he tuts, his thumb on your lips to stop you, his tongue licking the open wound before he kisses you again, the ferocity in his movements gone but he still poured his passion into the way he devoured you, humming pleasantly as you kissed him back. You can feel him smile, and it makes you soft, forgetting the reason why you were in this position to begin with. 

A sharp knock to the window has you both jumping, Taehyung sounding more annoyed when he groaned rather than scared that he got caught. The pair of you glance behind him to see a grinning Yoongi peering in, amusement written all over his face. How long had he been watching before he decided to interrupt?

“Having fun little love?” he asks you teasingly.

“Hyung,” Taehyung huffed.

“Her hands are going to go numb in that position,” his tone turns strict, the instruction in them clear. The officer pouts before conceding, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you up with him as he sits. 

The lights on the police station did little to reach inside the vehicle, but maybe you were thankful for that. You were both silhouettes in the car, no one could see the warm tender way he was admiring you, no one could call you out on the longing way you gazed back.

—

“You, Namjoon and the maknae always interrogate Dove and make us watch,” Jin complains to Yoongi who stood in front of him, barring him from the door that concealed you. 

“Hyung it’s our turn,” Hoseok agrees, having waited long enough to spare with you in the box, they weren’t lying when they thought the experience was akin to foreplay. 

“This is my thing with little love,” he grumbles stubbornly in reply, not willing to move. 

“We’ll trade you,” Hoseok says, making both men look at him questioningly. “When we were in our little love’s house, I may have stolen something…”

Their eyebrows rise comically, Yoongi’s jaw dropping. 

“What did you take?” Jin asks intrigued, why didn’t he think of that?

“I may have found something in her draws,” he insinuates heavily.

Yoongi gulps, trying to compose himself, pretending like the information was of no interest to him.

“They’re your favourite colour.”

He opens the door for them without a word, the pair gleefully taking their victory, striding into the interrogation box where you were sitting with your arms crossed, huffing in frustration. 

You frown at the unexpected visitors, having been used to dealing with the captain or Yoongi or even the youngest officer. 

“Well this is a surprise,” you comment before grumbling, “can’t say it's a pleasant one.”

“Love, don't say things you don’t mean,” Jin scolds you lovingly.

“If you’re not careful, we might take them to heart,” Hoseok’s gaze is challenging, the look you would give to a child acting out. 

You return his stare with an unflinching one of your own, not willing to back down. ‘Kingpin of Seoul’, you needed it on a badge just to remind these detectives exactly who they were dealing with. You lean forward on the table, fingers intertwined together, arms resting on the surface, looking like a lawyer about to discuss the terms of a case. 

“What I don’t understand is,” you say with a smile that fades quickly before hissing under your breath, “if I’ve brought you off, why am I here?”

You grit your teeth, you didn’t have time for their shenanigans, you had an empire to maintain. Your month-long absence was making people talk, and you needed to sew some mouths shut. 

“You’re here Miss L/n because of this,” Hoseok states, slapping the picture on the table between you, sliding it in front of you. You stare at your side profile giving Park Jinyoung a sultry look for a second before rolling your eyes, you seriously did not have time for this childish shit. 

“What does my personal life have to do with anything?” you sigh.

“You were talking to a known drug lord, love,” Jin’s tone turns to one you've not heard before. Even in the hospital when he was angry at the fact you were hurt, he yelled and ranted, letting it out loudly, now he was sitting in front of you with his soul simmering in his eyes. 

“Jinyoung?” you laugh as if they were mistaken. “He owns the club, completely legit, nothing dirty about his business.”

You see Hoseok’s lips twitch, his glare revealing his poorly hidden wrath, you said that oaf's name with too much familiarity. 

“Our officer has previously infiltrated Mr Park, we can assure you he isn’t ‘legit’,” he almost growls at the end of his statement. 

“Got it he’s a bad boy,” you roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at their obvious displeasure. Is this seriously all it took to rile them up? How ridiculous, and yet you were intrigued to see what buttons you could push. 

“You still haven’t explained what you were doing with him,” Seokjin’s voice is void of emotion, the look he gives you is blank, hiding his innermost thoughts, but you could see them plainly. 

“I really don’t think that’s any of your business Detective,” you goad them. “But if you really want to know…”

There’s mischief in your eyes, the kind that makes them want to lick their lips in anticipation but your tricks today were cruel.

“He was showing me a good time,” you whisper, grinning sadistically at the way their expressions went from silent simmering to burning rage. “A really good time… shame it had to get cut short.”

Jin lets out a breath of laughter, an unamused tilt of his lips as he looks away from you for a second before bringing his whole attention back to you. 

“Be very careful with what game you’re playing Y/n,” he warns, “you might not like the outcome.”

You bite the corner of your lip, completely entertained by the sight in front of you, who knew angry men could look so sexy.

“What would the consequences be, Jin?” you dare to ask. “You’re already always in my way, what more could your little task force do?”

It’s Hoseok that chuckles darkly this time, standing from his seat to circle you until he’s directly behind you. You could see him in the mirror in front of you, one hand gripping your chair as he leaned on you, one hand on the desk. Jin smirks at the sight of you gulping, before you glare at him. 

“I thought you had an empire to run love,” you feel Hoseok’s breath on your skin as he whispers in your ear, your eyes unflinching from Jin’s. “Can you really afford to piss us off and spend a week in lock up?”

“It’s so tempting,” Jin admits, and it really was. You’d be forced to accept their attention, you’d be within reach at all times, safe and away from trouble. Just like at the hospital, that whole month of receiving their affection that you were quick to dismiss now you returned to your throne. They didn’t want to strip you of your power, they would never want that, but they wouldn’t hesitate if you forced their hand, if your occupation was the thing taking you away from them. 

“I think I prefer Yoongi interrogating me,” you comment, the corner of their lips rising in amusement. 

“Why would that be little love?” Hoseok chuckles, pressing a peck to your pouting lips when you look up at him. “Because he literally lets you get away with murder?”

You cross your arms as you lean back on the chair and into the detective’s chest with a huff. Yes, maybe that was the reason…

“Believe me love,” he mumbles into your hair, kissing your head before he pulls away. “He’d be the first one to put you in the holding cell forever if it kept you out of harm's way.”

—

You might’ve done something. Something that would have consequences that would rear its head soon. Sooner than you thought it seemed, you could see him outside the restaurant walking in, but you couldn’t decipher the look on his face. 

“So I got an interesting call from the chief of detectives,” he says, sliding into the booth, sitting across from you without a greeting. 

You don’t reply, holding the menu in front of your face, pretending he wasn’t there.

“Apparently our favourite civilian put in a harassment complaint about my team,” Namjoon chuckles, staring at the menu as if he could see you through it. 

You had no regrets, they needed to back off a little, and you were still pissed off with them because they kept you in that holding cell for two whole days. What an absolute waste of time, next time you were going to get Suho to break you out. 

“You know what the boss of my task force and the country’s police said to me?” he asks you, knowing not to expect a reply. “He said “Good job Kim”.”

That makes you drop the menu. He said what!? You could see victory written all over the Captain’s face, drastic measures were going to have to be taken to remove that look. 

“He said the Kingpin of Seoul has never called him to complain about the police before, therefore I must be doing something right to rile you up so much,” he’s gloating, he doesn’t even try to hide it. You roll your eyes, so done with the conversation. 

“What’s it going to take to get you to stop getting in my way?” you ask, completely business like.

“That’s a cruel way to describe our affection for you, little love,” he laughs.

“As… cute as that might be,” you muse, “you guys are bad for business, and it looks like you’re not going anywhere despite my best attempts to get rid of you.” 

His smile sombers, that dark look overtaking his face as his eyes narrow. He knows you don’t mean it, not really even if you were trying to kid yourself, but he didn’t like it. It's your way of flirting without giving in, without being vulnerable to him, for now he would let it be. 

“I’m willing to compromise Captain Kim,” you admit, “our previous deal obviously hasn’t worked.”

“You didn’t completely give in to that idea, love,” he calls you out, eyebrow rising as if he caught you in a lie. 

“Neither did you, but let's not get into that,” you wave off his words. “Let’s start again, what’s the cost to run my empire without your taskforce meddling?”

He pretends to contemplate it, taking the menu from you and pondering over its content all while you watch him intently. Call him a simple man, but he liked your attention, the fact that right now you were completely focused on him. 

“Should we order fries?” He asks, making you release the breath you were holding with a groan.

“Namjoon!” 

He loved the way his name sounded from your lips, even in frustration. He can’t hide the grin on his face. 

“If you’re not going to take this seriously I’m leaving,” you shuffle in your seat, ready to act on your promise but a hand on your arm stops you. His gaze turns stern, a command in them not to move. 

“You’re not going to like what I want,” he confesses, completely serious.

“Try me,” you dare him, ready to hear it, whatever it was. 

“It’s simple really,” he shrugs, inspecting your every reaction, his voice light but his eyes told a different story. “Date us.”

You take a moment to contemplate it, every bit examining the man in front of you as he was you, like a staring contest waiting to see who blinked first. 

“I thought that's what we were doing Joonie,” you confess with a smirk, watching his eyes soften with surprise. He bites his lips, fighting back his smile but you could see those dimples dig a hold in his cheeks. He glances down at the menu bashfully, and you try not to laugh.

—

You weren’t scared of much, or anything for that matter… nothing of this world anyway. But the thunder outside echoed through the empty mansion. The lightning made shadows appear in the corners of your room, every dark crevice felt like eyes watching you, and you sat on your bed staring back.

The rain pelted down hard on the window, like something knocking incessantly to come in, demanding it from you. Logically you were the scariest thing for miles and yet the unknown potential possibility of something otherworldly taking your life… well you wouldn’t go down without a fight. Another strike of lightning makes you jump, and you wait for the rumble to follow.

Your ears are on edge, listening to every pin drop and trying to rationalise it. You could hear soft taps from the front door, thinking the wind was playing with the knocker, but it becomes harder and harder to convince yourself when the knocks become louder and more frequent. You even swore you could hear a deep voice calling through the air, your imagination running away with you. This bloody ghost wasn’t going to give up, and you weren’t going to sleep until you dealt with it.

With the amount of people that died by your hands, you’re not surprised one has found its way back to haunt you. That didn’t mean you weren’t going to kill it or them a second time. A gun would probably do little against the supernatural, but at least you felt better with it in your hands. You dredge quietly through the house, turning on the light of every room and hallway you entered, gun ready by your side.

A silhouette lingers on the other side, the knocks now pounding through the air. With one hand you grab the doorknob, twisting it as you point the barrel of the gun with your other hand. One swift pull and it opens-

“Yoongi?!” You nearly shriek, heart pounding from the adrenaline. The detective was your ghostly visitor? He stands soaked from head to toe, shivering in the cold as he pushes into the warmth of your mansion.

“Took your time little love,” he shatters through gritted teeth.

“What the hell are you doing at my house, in the middle of a storm, at midnight?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he says as if that concluded the conversation.

You pause for a second to give him another chance but he doesn’t say another word.

“I’m failing to see how that explains what you’re doing here,” your eyes narrow, but your suspicious tone fades the more you watch him shudder.

He’s searching for the words to explain himself, eyes at the floor sheepishly as if he’d find the answer there before he feels you take his hand, looking at you in surprise.

You lead him through the mansion to your still dark bedroom, bringing him to the bed as he looks at you with wide eyes, his shivering skin stills. Hands on his shoulders you push him to sit, turning away from him. He resists the urge to pull you back, but his eyes never leave you, even when you disappear in the ensuite. He stares at the empty doorway longingly, waiting obediently for you to return even if his skin itches to follow.

He fights a smile when he sees you come through with multiple towels in your arms, the light of the bathroom behind you making you look like the heavenly body he knows you to be. Especially in that white silk nightgown, it’s like you were expecting him, wearing his favourite colour.

“Take the shirt off,” you instruct him when you stand in front of him, his legs spreading to invite you to come closer.

He shakes his head, the dare in his eyes clear, he wants you to do it. The officers were the ones to desire your care, the detectives were the ones that needed to be at your every disposal but Yoongi found himself wanting to experience what the maknaes craved for once.

You let out an exasperated sigh, throwing the towels next to him before you grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off before covering his body with one of the towels. He can feel the shape of your hands through the material, his heart hammering at your touch. You leave the larger towel over his shoulders like a shroud, grabbing another one for his hair.

“Shouldn’t I take the bottom half off too?” He breathes airly, teasing you.

You don’t reply but he can feel your skin heat. His hands grab your waist, pulling you closer as you dry his hair. His fingers are cold, your warmth so welcoming he presses his face into you, you can feel his lips graze the silk on your sternum, his nose buried between your breasts. You can feel every breath, the sensation makes you freeze, swallowing hard.

He moans disapprovingly when you stop, nudging his nose against your chest to get you to continue, but your heart is pounding so hard you’re sure he can feel it. He doesn’t miss it, nor the way your thighs rub together, his little ministrations making an ache run through your core. He presses kisses through the material, testing your patience, his hands running up and down your sides.

You push the towel back, removing it from his head when you decide it’s dry enough. He looks up at you with hooded eyes, the sight of him taking your breath away. His chin rests on your chest, his arms wrapping around you to keep you from leaving him, your hands on his shoulders as if you were holding yourself back.

“I don’t have any spare clothes for you,” you mumble looking away from his intense gaze.

“I can always wear something of yours, little love,” he suggests cheekily, making you smile. “Are you going to let me leave naked?”

“Your clothes won’t be dry until the morning,” you state, insinuating the obvious as subtly as you could.

He hums in agreement, the vibration felt through your skin making it tingle. You can’t help it, he’s so pretty in the low lights, your palms caress his face, his tongue wetting his lips.

“I really can’t sleep in these,” he chuckles, glancing down to his still wet bottom half.

“So take them off and sleep here,” you say, making him stare at you in want before your next words disappoint him a little, “I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

His eye brow rises, you’d give up your bedroom for him?

“Why don’t we both just sleep here?” It’s a question but it didn’t sound like one. “Or are you worried you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself, dove?“

You narrow your eyes playfully, a smirk evident on your lips that drove him crazy. 

“I think it's the other way round, detective.”

The both of you laugh lightly.

“You have no idea,” he admits. 

—

“I hear Yoongi hyung has been sleeping round often, little love,” Namjoon doesn’t look away from his menu as he speaks but he can see you in his peripherals bringing your menu higher to hide your whole face. “I hear Hobi and Jin hyung have fought for the spot on the other side of you a few times as well.”

You clear your throat, bringing down the booklet to meet him face on, he mirrors you, waiting for your response. 

“Should we order fries?” You ask him seriously, making him laugh out loud while you fight yours down. You can’t hide the proud smirk at using his own words against him.

“Taehyung and the others are complaining about not being able to stay over yet,” he informs you once he catches his breath, his tone warning you of the drama the younger three could bring. 

“What about you?” you ask without looking his way.

“I get these dates with you as part of our agreement,” he places a hand over yours, making you meet his reassuring gaze. “I’ll come over when you want me to.”

You nod, thinking to yourself maybe tonight was that night, there was nothing stopping you. 

“Isn’t your boss going to say something about you being seen with me?” It was something you were interested about, surely the chief of police would come to know of the dynamic shift in your relationship, especially when you did very little to hide it. “Won’t he want to shut your task force down? Or hand it over to someone else because you’re very obviously compromised.”

He’s about to respond, mouth open but his phone rings in his jacket making him frown. He put it on ‘do not disturb’ with only a few numbers able to ring through for emergencies only. He doesn’t want to but he takes the mobile out, looking at caller ID before answering. 

“Jimin?” 

Seconds of silence pass before his blank expression changes. You watch his jaw clench, his once happy gaze turning piercing, as if the very air in front of him had offended him.

You touch his arm, not even aware of your actions, but you can feel the frown of concern on your face.

“I’ll be right there,” he says before ending the call.

“What’s wrong?” You don’t miss a beat, knowing that fire in his eyes was deadly.

“Nothing,” he mutters, obviously lying, his gaze evading yours.

“Namjoon, I’m not stupid; what’s happened?”

Again he’s interrupted before he can answer, the door of the restaurant slamming open as a figure rushes through. 

“Boss!” Baekhyun yells, running towards you both holding your ‘work’ phone in the air. You put a security detail on you both, knowing your enemies might be watching. 

“Don’t take the call,” Namjoon warns, about to leave but now held back by your stupid henchmen causing complications.

“What is going on?” You ask him again, giving him the chance to come clean about whatever it was. 

He doesn’t answer, but his eyes beg you not to take that call. You don’t hesitate to take the phone, holding it to your ears and listening without a word of greeting. The trepidation in your stare turns to shock.

“Love, it’s a trap,” the Captain says in a low tone. “We can take care of it.”

“The fuck are you going to,” you seethe back, ending the call without responding to whoever was on the other line. The fire in his eyes echoes in your own, a terrifying blaze that cemented why you were the kingpin of Seoul. 

—

“I think you’ve hit him enough,” Leo sighs.

“The bastard won’t stop looking like a rabid mutt,” Michael spits, another whack heard through the air as his fist meets skin. “He disrespected me at that meeting, he needs to learn how to look at his masters.”

“That bitch is going to have your head if you bruise him anymore,” his left hand man says, bored to pieces. 

There’s a growl from the ground at the derogatory term where the officer sat with his back to the wall, his hands tied behind him with rope burning into his skin as he pulled against the restraints. His eyes hold murder for the two mob men, but hes beaten silence with another kick. 

“She needs to learn her place as well,” Michael goads the officer, leaning down and spitting on his face. “A bitch and a mutt, you both belong together.”

Jungkook tries to lunge at him but he expects it, throwing the officer back against the wall harshly. Blood dripped from his lip and temple like a faucet, his ribs were purple, he was winded, but he knew, he was going to tear these fuckers apart with his bare hands once he got out of these restraints. 

“You have to admit,” Leo laughs, “she picks her men well, how many of ours did we lose trying to capture him and the other one.”

“She’s lucky the small one escaped, because I’m not letting this one live,” he responds. “Call it compensation for all the men we lost because of them.”

The sound of metal creaking cuts through the air, their eyes turning to the warehouse door sliding open. 

“We have our guest!” Michael announces before addressing the battered body, “let’s see what your life is worth.”

The heavy fog from outside falls into the space once the door opens. It enters before you, a cloud in front of your silhouette, making you appear larger than what you were, like they were witnessing the form of your power beyond your human body. 

“Y/n-”

Leo barely forms your name out of his mouth before a shot whips the air, a hole butchered between his eyes. His comrade’s jaw drops, not expecting such a final testament. He takes too long to reach his weapon in a panicked fumble, another blast echoing against the walls before he falls to the ground with a thud screaming.

“You bitch!” his hands drop the gun, clutching his thigh where the bullet pierced. Another bang and his arm takes the hit, an unhuman shriek of pain reverberating around him. Out of the fog you emerge, the barrel of your gun pointed to his head. 

“I told you,” there wasn’t a soul behind your voice, just the promise of death. “I would rip the skin off your skull if you touched a hair on his head.”

Jungkook told himself not to fall unconscious, he couldn’t miss a single moment of this, but blood was rushing to his groin with your menacing aura, making him dizzy. He grins sadistically when your victim tries to crawl back with every step you take towards him, his perspective the opposite of the officers. From where Jungkook lay against the wall you looked like an angel, to the dying man on the ground you were Death, you were a demon, you were every bit of fury you promised him. 

“I’m going to skin you alive for what you’ve done to him, Michael,” you vow, stepping on his foot with your heel. He cries out, begging for mercy but knowing his sins were unforgivable. Through your eyes he could see nothing, a void of darkness, how do you plead to a soulless being? 

The second you step away from his form your men flock into the room, dragging him out to deliver him to your torture room. The instructions were clear, give him no mercy, but keep him alive, and in no way were they going to disobey you. You pay the yelling no attention, rushing to Jungkook, kneeling on the floor beside him. 

“I thought I told you to stop getting hurt for me,” you whisper, your thumb on the corner of his bleeding lip. 

He grins like a madman, not caring about the pain when you look at him with so much care and worry. He swore it was like deja vu, the conversation during your hospital visit replaying in his mind.

“Are you going to kiss it better for me again?” he smirks, leaning into your touch with hooded eyes on your lips. You caress his cheek, giving into his wishes before you press a kiss to his forehead. 

“I’m so sorry you got hurt baby,” you breathe, your eyes watering as you take in his state. You hear him gasp, looking at him worriedly as if you caused him more pain.  His heart thumps in his chest but it feels like it's in his throat, you’re making him lightheaded, his eyes glazing over as he fought off the darkness that wanted to swallow him whole and take him away from this moment. 

“Call me baby again,” he mumbles, his eyes starting to flutter. His mind, body and soul is so captivated and consumed by you he misses the commotion around him, the hands pulling him onto the stretcher, the voices of his hyungs. “Call me ba-by a-ag-”

—

You barely moved from his side when he woke, he didn’t let you. Every time you tried to leave him he would try to rip out his IV to follow you, to the point where you gave in and asked the others to grab some things for you to stay over at the hospital with him. You didn’t want to leave him, but there was a man waiting for you that you promised you would torture until he died. You always kept your word, Michael might be thinking you were going to spare him, and you couldn’t have that. 

“No.” He’s final, his cheeks sucked in, his nostrils flaring. His grip on your hand tightens at the prospect of you not being here with him. 

You sigh, it had already been a week of this but at least slowly he was getting better. He sits up more easily now, arms encircling your waist where you sat on the bed, his cheek pressed against your shoulder. 

“Why do you want to leave me?” His voice is so small and insecure.

“I don’t,” you reassure him, your fingers going through his hair. 

With each hand placed on the sides of his head, you pull him back to look at you. Those doe eyes were swimming with emotion, the veins in his arms protruding as he held onto you so hard, scared you were going to step away.

“But, I promised that bastard a lot of pain,” you explain, “and I can’t stand the idea he’s still alive baby.”

He inhales sharply at the nickname, his gaze moving to your lips as he feels a heat go through him. He wanted to moan, he could feel it rise in his throat but he swallowed it down. He was getting way too worked up over something so simple, but you meant it right? You called him baby, your baby, you were claiming him, you wanted him, that’s what it meant right?

“I want a kiss,” he murmurs his demand, hooded eyes still caught on your lips as he leans in and takes what he wants. It's slow but it's deep, he lets you take control and you don’t let him take it too far, scared he was going to hurt himself more. The frustrating thing was, he wished you would, and the truth of the matter, he was feeling well enough to be discharged, he just didn’t want to. Leaving this hospital meant you would part ways with him, at least here he got to keep you to himself, all your attention, all your care, it was his. It was pathetic but every time those miserable doctors or nurses came to check on him he acted as if he was in enough pain that they had to keep him in. 

He groans in disapproval when the door slides open to his private ward (paid for courtesy of you), and you stop kissing him, holding him back when he tries to chase your lips as you turn to greet whoever had come to visit. 

“Jiminie!” You grin happily at the new arrival as he takes in the sight of Jungkook attacking your cheek with his lips trying to get to your mouth while you struggle to control him. He giggles, smiling so brightly and innocently you almost believe he was an angel. 

The doors slide open again, two more figures walking through before stopping in their steps at the sight. 

“Aww is little love struggling to control her baby,” Hoseok sniggers, finding it amusing especially when Jungkook whines for your attention. Jin doesn’t laugh but you can see the amusement in his eyes, as well as the approval, how long had they waited for you to be with them like this? If he knew this was what it took, he would’ve sent the maknae and himself into danger eons ago. If anything he was envious of the care you provided the youngest, but he was noting it all down ready to ask you for the same when his time came. Maybe he needed to fake the flu, or take a bullet somewhere not too vital, then you would coo and cry over him too. 

“Why are you all here?” Jungkook huffs insolently, his attention for a moment on the older two detectives while Jimin slips you something. 

“You’ll see in a second,” Jin smiles sadistically, not an ounce of sympathy for the officer when he was getting all this time with you. 

“What-”

He hears the clicking before he recognises the sound, his hands reaching for you but it's too late, you slip out of his hold with an apology in your eyes. 

“Noona no,” it's half a demand, half a plea, but the panic in his features only grows when he takes in you’ve cuffed one of his hands to the side of his bed. He tries to follow after you but is obviously restrained. “Don't leave me!”

He starts crying, trying to pull on the cuff with all his might as he stumbles after you, one foot on the ground, one still stuck on the bed at an obtuse angle. 

“Please! Stay here!” He’s yelling, bawling his eyes out like a toddler having a tantrum, and you knew whatever reassuring words you said would have no affect on him, so you threaten him instead.

“Stop pulling on the cuff Jungkook or you’ll hurt yourself again,” you say calmly, loud enough for him to hear you over his wailing but you don’t shout. “I’ll be back in a moment, wait patiently.”

As an act of defiance he tugs against it even more, making your gaze turn ice cold. He shudders, sniffing momentarily caught by the sudden shift. You step towards him, and for a second he believes or foolishly hopes you’ve given in to him again. 

“If there's so much as a single cut or bruise on that wrist,” you warn, “I’m never calling you baby again.”

You swiftly turn away without another word. Jin and Hoseok, the maknaes new watchers fight back laughter at the expression on their youngest and the immediate obedience as he calms himself, checking his wrist already for any signs of harm as you and Jimin walk out to skin a bastard alive. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook calls for Jin’s attention, looking a little spaced out as he comes to terms with his new circumstances. “Can you get my discharge papers ready?

—

Blood, red, pungent and plenty, ran with the water into the drain, but it was unending. The pair of you were covered from head to toe in it, Jimin holding you close, your back pressed against his chest under the faucet. Kisses on your arm, on your shoulder under the steam, this was heaven, and he didn’t want it to end. 

“I thought you said you were helping,” you chuckle when his lips move to your back, pushing your hair out of the way when he kisses up the back of your neck.

“I am helping,” he murmurs against the skin, not wanting to part from you for a second. 

“Mmmhm sounds like an excuse Jiminie,” you tease, making him smile, you feel it stretch even though you can't see it, before he schools it into a pout. 

“I got hurt too,” he whines softly. “And you spent all that time with Jungkookie instead of me.”

He didn’t really mean it, although he did feel a bit left behind when all your attention was taken by the maknae, but he held himself back not wanting to be selfish when the youngest was hurt much more than he was. You turn to him with his arms still wrapped around you, your fingers entwining behind his neck. The jet of water on his head making him struggle to keep his eyes on you but he fought it. The sight of him like this was sinful, but you kept your composure the best you could. 

“I’m so proud of how well you fought them off,” you say with your lips touching his lightly, your finger grazing his jaw. 

He keens at your praise, his already hard length pushed against you harder as he shivers breathlessly. You looked at him the way he looked at you, adoration beaming through your eyes, that same sick infatuation he held. He moans, burying his head in your neck, the sensations too overwhelming for him. 

“I didn’t get caught,” he says, egging you on for more compliments and you concede. 

“My Jiminie did so well,” you agree, humming pleasantly as he resumes placing his kisses wherever he can reach. 

—

“What do you mean security check?” Taehyung growls at the henchmen at the door. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”

You fight a smirk at his tone, the way he was glaring at the guard with his fists by his sides. The taskforce formed to bring you down had given your men the day off, deciding to come with you to the deal today since they didn’t trust anyone else to keep you safe.

“My apologies Ma’am but after the recent shooting, boss isn’t going to talk to you until he knows it's safe,” Ha-Joon says, smiling like he were discussing something arbitrary like the weather. 

The boys instantly don’t like him, there was something perverted about his whole demeanour, they swore he kept glancing down at your form to check you out. 

“Dongwook and I have been friends for a long time, he knows I would never shoot first, not without a warning,” you grin back cheekily, “but I’ll respect his wishes out of the goodness of our friendship.”

You step away from them towards him, Jimin holding onto your arm to stop you but you tell him with your gaze it was okay. Ha-Joon spins you to face the seven whose eyes watch your every move as his hands graze your arms searching for anything concealed before holding them out.

“You know Y/n,” he whispers to your ears so they can’t hear but they can see his lips move, their jaws clenching as their patience runs low. They know they promised they would behave but this was becoming dangerous. 

“You’ve always been my ideal type,” he confesses, making you stifle your laughter, he picked the wrong time and place to say that. The gazes in front of you, completely enraptured by your whole being, was arousing you, especially the storm of jealousy you could see forming around them. 

They burn a hole into his skull with their stare, his hands touch and travel down your sides, it made their nostrils flare, how would you be concealing anything in such a tight fitting dress? He kneels down as his hands caress your waist, down to your thighs which were bare under that short fit, they can see him smirk, the fury coming to a boiling point.

It’s when the fucker’s hand slides up your inner thigh under your dress that you hear a bang, flinching but not scared you look down to see him shot in the head. Namjoon was so quick with the gun you barely saw him move.

“Joonie, are you trying to start a war?” You whine, pouting at the police captain.

“We’ll cover it up,” his voice is heavy with rage but he tries to conceal it, not that you couldn’t see it in his eyes, in all of their eyes as they glare at the body at your feet, imagining tearing him from limb to limb.

You shake your head in disbelief, smirking at how obviously territorial they were being. You step towards the Captain, arms coming to wrap around his neck. You take him by surprise when you kiss him, but he responds vigorously, moaning into your mouth as he holds you tightly against him. The way his lips move turns you on quickly, they were so loving and loyal, look at the proof bleeding out on the floor. You press yourself against his toned body harder, wanting to be as close to him as you could.

His mouth travels down your neck, open kisses turning into sucking and nibbling making you moan out into the open air, hand fisting in his hair.

“Are you both going to fuck here?” Taehyung’s voice barely snaps you out of your lust haze, his tone heavy and deep. His hooded gaze matches yours as you look at him, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he drinks in the show you both are putting on.

You almost whine when Namjoon parts from your neck, the pair of you breathless staring each other down with heated gazes.

“Let’s go home,” you say, making a smile adorn his face, before he buries his head into your neck.

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[aphrodijin]

slithered from eden | kim seokjin

pairing: kim seokjin x reader

synopsis: in which your new lover is probably a fairy or a vampire, you're not sure. all you know is that he's too beautiful to be human, to be even real at all.

genre: strangers to lovers au. fluff, suggestive/vague smut

word count: 700 words drabble

tags/cw: nothing much really, just pushing for that immortal seokjin agenda.

this is basically just my love confession and delusions on how i wanna spend the rest of my life with seokjin ♡ enjoy reading!

it’s hard for you to believe that your lover is just a mere mortal.

no, kim seokjin is too beautiful for that. too enchanting and mysterious and otherworldly.

the first night that you saw him was at a local bar, hunched over a piano with his eyes closed, and you were just a tourist passing through this small village you didn’t even know existed. his clear, silvery voice was the first thing that caught your attention, how the feelings and stories of each song he was singing resonated with you.

he was so breathtaking. you couldn’t help but gaze at him for so long, you didn’t even notice when his sharp eyes began to stare right back at you. you were so enthralled by his sweet voice, you would’ve done anything he asked you to without a second thought.

“come sit here with me,” and so you did, watching his fingertips play across the piano keys, feeling warm inside from the wine he offered you, from being so close to him.

“come home with me,” and so you did, intertwining your small hand with his as you walk through a cobblestone street in the middle of the night.

“come with me,” and that you very much did, with his lips hovering over your mouth, bodies pressed together as one.

one night with him and you've already decided at that very moment that you’re going to spend the rest of your life worshipping him. because there was something in the way he repeated your name when he asked you for it, and the way he stared deeply into your eyes when he commanded you to stay. you couldn’t care less to know what exactly it was, but you were grateful. because as you live in his ivy cottage, on the outskirts of this small village far away from everything you’ve known, the only thing that matters to you is him.

seokjin had loved and cared for you in a way that no one else had; like a friend, like a family, like a longtime partner.

you had spent your days reading old books from his collection and eating pastries he baked. he would show you his garden where he took care of his flowers and fruits. he would cook you anything you craved, even your favorite comfort food that has two main ingredients he’s allergic to: potato and garlic.

most nights, seokjin would bring you back to the bar where you first met and play songs most people in the audience don’t even know. sometimes, you two would just walk around under the night sky and you would listen to him tell trivial stories about this place as if he had lived in here for centuries. but every night would end with you two in each other’s embrace.

it’s only mid-afternoon and the sun’s nowhere to be seen as it had been raining all day. sitting on a countertop, his white knitted sweater and the heat of the oven as he took out the freshly baked muffins warmed you against the cold weather. his broad back turned to you, his soothing voice humming a sound that you’ve never heard before.

it was his birthday today, you had learned as he greeted you earlier this morning, saying cheekily, “i'm a year older today.”

“and how old is that?” you asked.

but seokjin only hummed in response, burying his face in your neck, breathing in your scent before pressing soft kisses there.

you didn’t get to ask him once again, and you honestly didn’t care as his kisses started to trail down there. he must’ve lost count, was the last coherent thought in your head before he turned your brain into mush with his tongue inside of you.

seokjin had ways of making you forget things like that.

breaking the muffin in half, he blew the steam off the smaller piece and walked towards you to let you have the first taste. your eyes caught the bright ruby-red seeds glinting inside the muffin before taking it into your mouth.

you smiled at him, having felt more happy and content with him than you ever did in your whole life. you’re never going to leave him.

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met him last night | ksj (m)

➥ PAIRING: seokjin x fem!reader

➥ SUMMARY: You’ve worked in the office with Kim Seokjin for quite some time but you never really pay attention to him. He’s basically your stereotypical introverted nerd with complimentary glasses decorating his eyes and sweater vests clinging to his torso. Coincidentally, you bump into him outside of work. You’re in for the shock of your life when you find some stuff out about him.

➥ GENRE: smut ⋆ plot twist ⋆ porn with plot

➥ CATEGORY: two-shot

➥ WARNINGS: wild & flirty taehyung (cause why not?), strong language, tension, sexual tension, nerd!seokjin, plot twist, two-faced seokjin? basically hes not what he seems like, reader is a bit of a hypocrite, mentions of biphobia/misogyny, awkward interaction in a grocery store, mentions of sexual acts, minors DNI

➥ WORDCOUNT: 10.9k

a/n: aaaa im glad this is finally out i just wanted my own ver of a hannah montana story man. jkjk but yeah i hope u enjoy <33 lmk what u fink.

a/n 2: pt. 1 is pretty slow but pt. 2 has all the mind-blowing filthy smut i promise✍🏽

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to: Y/N.Y/L/[email protected]

from: Karen Smith

This is the 3rd time this has happened! I demand to speak to anyone that’s in charge.

“Ugh, she won’t stop complaining,” you groan as you finish reading another email from the same customer who’s been complaining for 4 days straight because the delivery man delivered her package to her neighbor.

You’ve tried to explain multiple times that he had no choice due to her absence at the time of delivery but she’s adamant on letting you know she doesn’t approve.

You rub your eye with the knuckle of your index finger, careful not to smudge your eyeliner or mascara before you let a loud sigh push past your lips and slouch in your chair.

Your co-worker and friend, Taehyung, glances over at you from the desk next to yours with an amused grin on his lips. “I dealt with her last time. Good luck, she won’t let up.”

With a turn of your head, you finally meet his gorgeous eyes that glimmer with mischief and it annoys you to the core. Your glare throws imaginary daggers at him, an irritated scowl forming on your face.

“All she did was order some balloons and confetti. I’d understand if she had ordered something expensive like a phone or console,” you mumble in annoyance, your eyes flickering to the bottom right corner of your monitor to check the time.

It’s 3:34PM. Under 30 minutes until you get to clock out. You swivel in your chair, head thrown back as you stare at the ceiling, lost in thought. You close your eyes, allowing the built-in ceiling-air-conditioning to softly fan over your face while you think about what a shit week you’ve had.

“You’re too frustrated. Thought about fucking it out of your system?” You hear Taehyung’s deep voice way closer than it was before, making you snap your head in the direction of said decibels.

He has rolled over in his chair, now sitting right next to you with a shit-eating grin on his lips. You merely grunt in response, lifting your leg and placing your foot against the edge of his seat’s cushion right in between his thighs in one swift motion, missing his groin by a hair before you kick his chair back in the general direction of his desk.

He laughs as he aimlessly rolls back to his desk, grabbing onto the edge of the wooden surface belonging to his desk before turning to fully face you.

“I’m serious, Y/N.” His tone does sound more serious but you just wave your hand at him in dismissal as you return your attention to your inbox that’s bursting with emails waiting for a response from you.

“You offering?” you tease, playfully, without looking at him, eyes still fixed on the screen in front of you.

A deep chuckle leaves his throat before he continues, “If you’d asked that a week ago, I would’ve fucked the shit out of you.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise as you turn to look at him but this time it’s Taehyung that’s avoiding eye contact, eyes glued to his screen as his long fingers gracefully dance over the black keyboard in front of him. Taehyung has always been flirty, has always made dirty jokes but that’s what they were. Jokes.

This time, he says it like it’s a confession. Like he’s serious. And you hate to admit that it rattles you to the core.

“Be normal,” you mumble, uncertainty coating your tone as your hands fidget with the bundle of papers to your right, pretending to look busy and unbothered.

He glances at you for a moment before shrugging and saying, “I’m not lying.” He returns his gaze to his computer, right hand draped over the cursor as the clicking of his mouse sounds louder than ever.

“But as you know that cute guy asked me out again and I can see it going somewhere,” he explains as he brings his other arm up, leaning his elbow on his desk and bringing his hand up to rub his lips with the tips of his fingers.

You idly blink at the side of his face a few times, eyeing his side profile. He truly is a sight to behold. A chorus of swear words start clouding your mind. Taehyung was down to fool around with you and you didn’t take that opportunity? You must be fucking crazy.

Well, in your defense, he wasn’t obvious about it. But you do wish you’d gotten to spend at least one night with him, just to see what you’re missing out on. He has never hidden his wild lifestyle, partying every weekend, meeting new people everyday, it makes you so very curious because you aren’t like that at all.

You like staying home, you like being in bed, you like rewatching your favorite shows on Netflix.

The soft knock on the door to your office snaps you out of your thoughts, your head automatically turning to look at the door as it’s being pushed open.

One of the long-term interns turned employee pushes his face into the room, politely bowing his head at you and Taehyung as his eyes peek at you above the rim of his glasses.

You’re acquainted with Seokjin but he’s really quiet and doesn’t really engage in much conversation, though, he’s always been polite and has never made you uncomfortable or anything.

He did once buy you a brand new, expensive keyboard and cursor because he felt so guilty for spilling your cup of coffee all over them. He kept apologizing even when you told him it was okay. He returned the following day with a new set and insisted on installing it for you.

Or another time when you left him speechless for buying him a box of chocolates for Valentines day, despite the fact you had bought one for everyone at work. He almost dropped to his knees to thank you, which made Taehyung burst into laughter as you tried to stop the giant with broad shoulders from being so dramatic.

You always do your best to be nice to him because everyone at work kind of dodges him, in fear of having an awkward conversation or assuming he’ll start rambling about his Pokemon card collection.

He has never said anything about owning a Pokemon card collection or anything of the sort. It’s just one of the many dumb stereotypical jokes they’ve made up about him, simply because he graduated top of his class, wears dorky sweaters, has glasses sitting on top the bridge of his nose and is socially awkward.

Or is he? They’ve never attempted to even have a conversation with him that lasted longer than 30 seconds.

With you, he isn’t awkward. He’s quiet but he’s not awkward. Yes, you have to do most of the talking which can make it awkward for you but he’s just a guy that keeps to himself. Who wouldn’t when they get treated like this?

He walks further in, muttering a low ‘excuse me’ before turning his body to address you, “Y/N, are today’s report files done?” Seokjin quietly asks you, referring to all the complaints you have to print out that need to be on your manager’s desk at the end of every day.

You nod and point your chin towards a bundle of files on your desk. He smiles at you politely and you return the smile, unfortunately, yours is fake. You’ve had a shit week and you can’t bring yourself to start small talk with him like you usually would.

He must’ve noticed you’re not in the mood so he just gives you a curt nod and takes the bundle of papers, fingers wrapping tightly around it as he spins on his heels and heads out of your office again. He disappears as quickly as he appeared.

You don’t pay much attention to him as you return your gaze to the screen in front of you, a quiet sigh leaving you as you continue to do what you’re paid to do.

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You absolutely hate going grocery shopping on Saturdays, which is why you usually don’t. But when you swung the door to your fridge open and found out you had run out of milk, it had you cursing like a sailor. To think you’d have to start your Sunday morning without your mandatory bowl of Frosted Flakes and cup of coffee has you grunting in annoyance as you reach for a plastic store basket.

You sling it over your forearm and start walking around the store, already knowing your way around your go-to supermarket. Your eyes trail some of the new products, fingers silently tapping the handle of the basket against your forearm. You make your way to the refrigerated dairy section of the store, eyes skimming the see-through glass doors until you find what you’re looking for.

You fill your basket with some cheese, yoghurt and 3 bottles of whole milk before closing the glass door and turning on your heels. You start heading towards the checkout counter because you don’t want to be here any longer than you need to but your feet slow down in their pace once your eyes fall on a rack of condoms.

Your eyes scan the different brands, the different sizes, the different flavors. Even multiple types of lube hang on rods in front of you and Taehyung’s words instantly come rushing back to you.

Is he right? Should you just fuck it out of your system?

You aren’t the type to really have one-night-stands but Taehyung is. And he’s the happiest, most carefree guy you know. His happy-go-lucky attitude is branded on your brain wrinkles and you crave that same carelessness.

Before you can even let your rational self talk you out of it, you reach for a random box and turn it over, eyes skimming over the small white letters on the package.

Pffft. Extra thin for maximum stimulation. Ultrasmooth inside for a more natural feel. Made from premium latex.

Your eyes linger for a moment longer before you hear your name coming from somewhere on your right side.

You turn your head to look at the person, only to be met with the quiet long-term intern turned employee you’ve worked with for a few months now, Kim Seokjin. His fluffy brown hair is draped over his forehead like always, kissing the edge of his signature silver-rimmed glasses. His plump lips are big and pink, stretching to give you a polite smile.

“Oh, Seokjin?” you say with surprise in your tone, the box of condoms in your hands completely slipping your mind.

With a single nod of his head, his gaze slowly drops down to the box of rubbers in your hands that you’ve been ogling at.

“Having trouble choosing?” he asks in a neutral tone, the question catching you off guard.

You glance at the condoms again with a frown as if you’d forgotten you were even holding it, heat instantly rushing to your cheeks and ears in embarrassment. It’s only now that you realize you’re still holding a pack of rubbers that are made to cover a penis before it enters a hole.

You quickly place it back in panic, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips, “Oh, I uh.. I was just curious,” you mumble, shaking your head at the fact you let that lunatic talk you into checking out condoms in public. Damn you, Taehyung.

“Are you sure? I can answer some questions you may have.” His words are so well enunciated and polite that it relaxes you a bit.

You’re both adults. Adults have sex. This shouldn’t be embarrassing, not in the slightest.

His soft tone reassures you that there’s nothing to be embarrassed about so you glance up at him for a moment. You idly stare at him for a few seconds, committing his features to memory.

He’s quite beautiful. Very beautiful actually, you always seem to forget that fact about him but you’re reminded of it every single time you’re near him. Unfortunately, his personality isn’t really anything interesting so you don’t feel that attracted to him.

“Y/N?” he says with his brows pinched together, hidden behind his fluffy brown locks.

You must’ve been ogling him like a fucking freak for him to be calling you out like this. Fuck.

“Oh, right,” you blurt out, “well, I was wondering…” You don’t even know how to go about this but his calm and soft demeanor makes you feel at ease, despite your heart racing in your chest.

You continue, “I just wanna have some as backups at home but I’m not sure which size or brand to choose.” You’re relieved that you managed to say that without stumbling over your words but the hiccup in your chest is still being persistent as hell, though. You can’t help but be a little embarrassed.

“This brand is good,” he says without hesitation, pointing at a black box before tugging it off the metal rod and handing it to you. “Size medium is your safest option. They fit most people.” The words leave his mouth so nonchalantly, as if he’s talking about the weather.

If he notices how surprised you are at his reaction, he doesn’t show nor comment on it.

“If they don’t fit a regular medium then they’ll usually have their own.” His eyes finally meet yours as the words leave his lips, still no sign of judgment or disgust on his features. It makes you drop your tensed shoulders in relief.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” you reply quietly, nodding your head as you process his words. It makes sense, of course. If someone has an unusual size, they’ll have their own condoms, no? Whether that be too small or too big.

“Thank you, even though that was more than a little embarrassing,” you chuckle to deter the embarrassment you’re experiencing at the moment, placing the black box of condoms in your basket before turning to face him again.

There’s a flicker of something unusual in his eyes and it catches you off guard for a moment but he quickly offers you a smile, his perfectly straight pearly whites making an appearance. You try not to be stereotypical but you can’t help but wonder whether that must’ve been the result of braces.

“Anytime.”

With that, he spins on his heels and disappears behind a corner at the end of the aisle. You slowly exhale the deep breath you didn’t realize you were holding and press the back of your hand against your cheek, the heat from your cheeks spreading through your skin, knuckles and fingers.

You gently shake your head in hopes of cooling down and head toward the checkout counter, waiting your turn as you unload your unpaid products onto the black conveyor belt.

The line is slow but at least it’s moving. When it’s finally your turn, you offer the cashier a polite smile as you reach for your wallet but you’re stopped by a hand on your elbow. You snap your head in the direction of the person that’s touching you, only to be met with familiar beautiful brown eyes behind thin silver-rimmed glasses.

“Sorry, I’m kind of in a rush. Do you mind me butting in?” Seokjin asks, holding up the products he’s holding in his hand. You’re surprised by the sudden interruption but you shake your head, muttering a quick ‘of course not’.

He quietly thanks you and begins by placing a bag of coffee machine capsules, a bag of Doritos and a small black box onto the conveyor belt, next to your stuff.

He walks around you from the back and presses his card to the payment terminal, paying for all your stuff as well. Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, lips slightly parting as you watch him bag your goods.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say as you tap his bicep to get his attention.

He simply shrugs his shoulders and offers you a kind smile, his hand coming up to the bottom rim of his right lens, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose with the back of his index finger. You suppose paying for your stuff is his way of thanking you for letting him cut in line.

Your gaze shifts toward the products that he hasn’t bagged yet, the black box of condoms catching your eye. You pick up the box, thinking they’re yours but you notice the golden ‘XL’ letters immediately. That is definitely not the same box. Is he buying you another box of condoms as a thank you?

What does an ‘extra large’ dick even look like, though? That sounds ridiculous. “I thought you said mediums were fine?” you chuckle as you turn the box over to examine it properly.

“Oh,” he pauses, “those are for me.”

His words process in your mind a little too slowly to your liking. As soon as you realize what he just told you, your head snaps in his direction and he’s already looking at you with a small awkward smile on his pretty lips.

You absentmindedly blink at him a few times, your mind screaming at you to say something and end this excruciating awkwardness.

“Oh,” you start, “oh! Right, yeah. Of course. My bad.” You drop the box of condoms back onto the counter as if it burned your hand, heat spreading through your face, ears and neck all over again. And your burning cheeks had just started cooling off from the previous encounter, great.

A soft chuckle escapes his throat quietly, his head shaking in dismissal. “It’s fine. No worries,” he says as he gathers his stuff and loads them into another plastic bag before handing you yours.

“I’ll see you at work,” he pauses as he turns to look at you one last time, “Have a good weekend, Y/N.”

And just like that, he turns around and starts heading out, an air of his confidence still lingering around you. Your eyes intently watch his retreating figure as if you’re in a trance, his broad shoulders on display in the black shirt he’s wearing.

You can’t believe that just happened and what’s more unbelievable is how calm and nonchalant he was about the whole thing.

At work he seems so introverted, so shy, so timid. But today, he approached you, initiated small talk and even helped you with your concerns about fucking condoms.

Not to mention the fact that you just made him tell you that he has a monster in his boxers.

What the fuck just happened?

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Your legs lazily carry you toward your desk the following Monday, feet dragging across the floor and shoulders slouched. Taehyung greets you from his desk as chirpy as ever and you simply nod in response, plopping down into your seat with a grunt.

He laughs at your grumpiness with a shake of his head before he returns to the work that’s waiting for his attention. You bring your hand up to shield your mouth as you quietly yawn, desperately in need of some coffee. You glance to the side, batting your lashes prettily at Taehyung with your hands clasped together under your chin.

Taehyung turns to look at you, an amused frown on his face. “What do you want?”

You pout at him, tilting your head to the side as you continue to bat your eyelashes. “Coffee,” you innocently say, making your eyes big and doe-like.

He laughs and shakes his head, rubbing his eyes with the knuckles of his index fingers. He leans back with a loud groan and slouches in his seat, staring up at the ceiling with his hands on his stomach as he turns in his chair from side to side.

He loudly sighs. “Only because you’re my favorite co-worker.” He finally gets up, yanking his phone out of the charger and tucking it into his pocket.

“I’m the only co-worker you see!” you exclaim with a scowl, watching as he blows you a kiss and heads out of your shared office. You childishly huff and cross your arms, spinning in your chair as you stare at the ceiling. You should at least start your PC up but you don’t think you could even get your brain to work and do something as simple as that.

You snatch your phone off your desk and check the time, 8:05AM. Too fucking early to do anything. You grunt and toss your phone back onto your desk, playing with the earring in your earlobe as you wait for Taehyung’s return.

It doesn’t take long for him to enter the room again, two cups of steaming liquid in his hands as he pushes the door open with his hip. He struts up to you and places the cup next to your keyboard. He brings his free hand up to flick the back of your head, causing you to yelp in surprise.

You snap your head in his direction, one of your hands flying up to the back of your head and your other hand reaches out to hit him but he quickly dodges you with a giggle, making sure he doesn’t spill his own cup of tea—he hates coffee—and burn his fingers.

He plops down in his seat and takes a sip, humming in delight with his eyes closed as the warm liquid slides down his esophagus. He pulls his lips away from the rim of his cup with an obnoxious ‘ah’ exhale which makes you groan in response.

You’ve never met anyone as annoying as him.

You roll your eyes at his ridiculousness and huff, a small smile on your lips as you eventually mutter a quiet ‘thank you’ to him. You take a sip of your coffee and moan, enjoying the taste on your tongue.

“So, how was that date?” you ask him, remembering how he mentioned something about the cute guy asking him out again.

To your surprise, he groans and puts his paper cup down on his desk with a loud thud, almost spilling the piping hot liquid everywhere. “He was a fucking asshole about me liking women as well so I called it quits.”

Your eyebrows pinch together, a slight stinging in your chest at his words. People can be such assholes.

“Oh, that’s horrible. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” You turn your chair to face him, a small pout on your lips.

“It’s okay, I fucked his friend anyways.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you scrunch your nose up at the shameless confession. You’re grateful you weren’t sipping on your hot coffee because that information would’ve easily burned your throat.

He snorts at your reaction, picking up his cup and taking another sip of his lemon tea, hissing at the heat on his tongue. “What about you? How was your weekend?” he asks you after he’s swallowed it down, eyes curiously glancing at you.

You shrug your shoulders. “It was fine. Boring.” The last word leaves your lips in a mumble, downing the rest of your coffee in one big gulp after it cools down a bit.

“I told you to loosen up, didn’t I? Have some fun, you’re young, you should be enjoying your twenties.”

His words instantly throw you back into Saturday, a twitch in your eyebrows as you recall the bizarre scene clearly.

“Oh, my God,” you mumble, staring at the computer in front of you before turning to look at him with big eyes.

Taehyung’s eyebrows raise in surprise before scrunching together, tilting his head to the side in curiosity as he looks back at you. “What?”

You pinch the tip of your nose and sniffle to prepare yourself as you think about how to explain your strange incident from this weekend. “What do you think about Seokjin?”

His frown doesn’t let up. “The quiet intern?”

“Yeah.”

The confusion on his face turns into complete perplexity, the question catching him completely off guard. “Uh? I mean…” He confusingly shakes his head to collect his thoughts.

“Pretty cute, tall, broad shoulders, geek, boring as hell,” he pauses. “Why?”

You nod to his words as you listen, agreeing to what he’s saying, “Would you believe me if I told you last Saturday he…” you begin, slowly processing the words you plan on saying out loud for the first time since it happened. “…He bought me condoms?” you finish, still uncertain about it as the words leave your mouth.

He instantly lunges at you in his chair, big eyes and a big shit-eating grin on his lips. “Wait, what the fuck? What are you talking about?” He gets out of his chair and places his big hands on the armrests of your chair as he hunches directly over you.

You sink into your seat, a bit surprised by his proximity as he leans into your face like he’s trying to decipher whether you’re lying or not. You try to ignore the lump forming in your throat. Taehyung is still a very attractive man after all, even if he’s your friend.

“Yeah, and it’s all your fault. If he didn’t see me ogling the condom section like a fucking weirdo because you told me to loosen up, that awkward interaction wouldn’t have happened.” You push your hand flat against his hard chest to push him back but he doesn’t budge, too intrigued by the exciting events of your boring weekend.

He laughs when he tells you, “Oh, that nerd wants to fuck you so bad.”

You screech, adding your other hand to his chest which finally allows you to push him off. He laughs loudly, running a hand through his fluffy golden locks as he stumbles back a bit. He still looks absolutely flabbergasted.

“No, you freak. He was being nice,” you mumble, disregarding the thought completely.

“Tell me everything,” he says with a smirk as he leans his butt against your desk, facing you with his arms crossed over his chest.

You explain the entire thing in vivid detail as you remember it, mind wandering to the way Seokjin’s brown eyes stared at you as you picked up his box of condoms. The image will never leave your mind.

You look around to make sure no one’s going to barge into your office and hear you talk about the strange conversation you’re having with your co-worker about another employee’s private matters (and parts). “Then after he paid, I picked up that box and he said those were for him.”

“Oh, so he actually fucks.” He strokes his chin at the new information. “What size were his condoms?” Taehyung can’t help but smirk, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips.

Your response is just a grunt, your attention returning to the computer in front of you. You completely ignore his question in hopes he’ll drop the topic but he’s Taehyung.

“What? Is he walking around with a little dick? Or is he blessed?” He nudges you with his hip, causing you to groan loudly as you try to push him off your desk. “Come on, I went and got you coffee.”

A heavy sigh pushes past your lips as you look up at him, guilty about the fact you’re about to reveal private information about another colleague. “XLs.”

You watch as his expression completely becomes that of a cartoon character. Eyes widened, jaw dropped, eyebrows raised.

“Shut the fuck up!” he beams. Grabs you by the shoulders. Shakes you slightly. You childishly groan his name but you make no efforts to stop him.

“Damn, who would’ve thought?” he mutters as he drops his hands from your shoulders to lean back against your desk, hands tucked into his pockets. He blankly stares ahead, eyes glued to the white wall in front of him as he continues to think about the revelation. “Shit. Nerd with a big dick. I should’ve called dibs.”

“Get back to work, you horndog.” You nudge his hip with your elbow, finally getting him to go back to his chair with a low chuckle.

“How long until you think he tries to make a move on you?” Taehyung purrs, taking a final sip of his tea. He crumples up the paper cup. Tosses it across the room. Completely misses the trash can. He isn’t the athletic type.

You shake your head in dismissal, a scowl on your face. “He’s not going to make a move on me, he was just being nice,” you say before you pause and momentarily glance at him to add, “don’t make it weird.”

He chuckles lowly, muttering a quiet, worthless apology. He begins, “Well, just because he’s big doesn’t mean he knows what to do with it. It’s not about the size of the wave but about the motion in the oce–”

You cut him off with a loud groan, “That’s enough out of you, freak.”

With a final laugh, he finally drops the topic of your timid co-worker’s penis and returns his focus to his work.

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The rest of the week goes by so damn slow. And so does the next week. And the week after that. And the one after that.

It’s been weeks, months. Work is taking its toll on you again. It makes you twice as excited about going out to eat with a few of your friends this Saturday.

When Saturday afternoon finally rolls around, you take your mandatory everything-shower. You take your time washing your body and hair, shaving every nook and cranny of your body and exfoliating your skin.

You feel good.

Once you hop out the shower and wrap a fresh towel around your naked body, you saunter into your bedroom. You reach for your phone, unlocking it by typing in your passcode and instantly checking the groupchat.

[3:54PM]

Olivia

The reservation is at 6, don’t be late!

Olivia

I’m looking at YOU Taehyung

Taehyung

Now why am I in it

Taehyung

See how I do nothing and still get pulled into shit

Olivia

😒 Shut up

Hoseok

you get pulled into shit because you’re always at the center of it

Taehyung

Yall are some hating ass people bro

[4:01PM]

You

no ur just dumb

Taehyung

Oh I’M the dumb one OK

You roll your eyes and chuckle as you toss your phone onto your bed, getting ready to do your hair and makeup after you’ve slid on your black lace panties and matching bra.

After you’ve finished styling your hair exactly as you like it, you start with makeup.

You keep it pretty minimal. You hold your hand mirror in front of your face and get to work. You just color your brows in a bit, apply some concealer and bronzer. A pretty shade of blush to the apples of your cheeks and pretty wings of liner on each outer corner of your eyes. You pick up your phone to text Taehyung, in desperate need of a second opinion.

[5:13PM]

You

falsies or no falsies

You apply a coat of mascara while you wait for a response, making sure not to get any black clots stuck in your lashes. You soon apply a nice brown lip liner and a nude-peachy liquid lipstick on top, giving you the perfect kissable pout.

Your phone vibrates.

[5:15PM]

Taehyung

Falsies. Always falsies

[5:15PM]

You

👍 thnx

You chuckle as you apply lash glue to your pretty cat fake eyelashes you got from some random drugstore and place them on your desk gently as you wait for the glue to get tacky.

Your phone vibrates again.

[5:16PM]

Taehyung

I honestly don’t know what the fuck falsies even are but the more of anything the better

[5:16PM]

You

fake eyelashes dumbass

[5:16PM]

Taehyung

Oh. Show me the difference?

You sigh in exasperation as you apply fake eyelashes to only one of your eyes, tinkering with the band in the inner corner of your eye, tongue poked out at the corner of your mouth in concentration.

Once you’re satisfied with the lashes, you glance into your vanity mirror to see what it looks like from afar. You put your phone up and open up the front camera, staring into the camera with a sultry look to emphasize the difference of fake lashes versus no fake lashes, but with a peace sign to make it somewhat playful.

[5:19PM]

You

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You fight the urge to nibble on your bottom lip, to not ruin your perfect lip look of tonight as you anxiously wait for his response. You’re running out of time and you still have to get dressed.

[5:20PM]

Taehyung

Both are nice but definitely with

[5:20PM]

Taehyung

You look good

You smile to yourself when you read the message, beginning to prepare the other fake lashes.

Once you’ve wrapped up your makeup with a spritz of setting spray directly onto your face, you fan it down with your hand and place your hand mirror back in its rightful place.

You get up from your little vanity and head towards your closet, fishing out the white silk button up that compliments your waist and chest so beautifully and the black knee-length pencil skirt that hugs your ass and hips so well, making you want to bend yourself over any surface.

You snap out of your ludicrous thoughts and quickly slip your clothes on for tonight, walking up to your vanity as you’re buttoning up your shirt. You reach for a gold layered necklace and wrap it around your neck, leaving the top 2 buttons unbuttoned so you can flaunt your pretty necklace.

You pick up your favorite perfume and spray yourself with the sublime scent, humming in delight as the scent enters your nostrils.

You push the needles of the small golden hoop earrings you fished out of your drawer through the already existing holes of your earlobes, clasping them up and turning to look at yourself in the mirror one last time before sliding a gold bracelet onto your left wrist.

You grab your small purse, tucking your phone and lipgloss inside as you head into your hallway, pushing your feet into your black pumps before unlocking your front door and heading out, making sure to lock up behind you.

You look and feel good for the first time in a while. Tonight’s going to be fun.

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Your night is filled with laughter and chitchat, surrounded by people you enjoy being around.

“He was so drunk he literally threw up all over that poor girl’s Louboutins.” Olivia goes on and on about the crazy night she spent with her best friend, Hoseok, last weekend. Taehyung is enjoying the outrageous story, laughing and slapping Hoseok’s shoulder as he listens to every word.

Hoseok, who has visibly reddened in his face, groans loudly, “You literally snorted so hard at that guy’s joke that you spat in his eye.” He shoots back in defense, ready to start their signature back and forth sibling-like bickering.

They continue on and on but it’s nearing 8PM and your social battery is running out.

As if he could read your mind, Taehyung waves a waiter over and asks for the check.

Taehyung had offered to go for drinks somewhere else but Hoseok and Olivia have to get up early and do some volunteering in her hometown’s new pub that’s co-owned by her parents.

You’re thankful, though, you really just want to go home. The night life just isn’t for you, you just want to cuddle up in your bed, watch a sappy movie or thrilling series and go to sleep. Like you do pretty much during all your weekends.

You excuse yourself to go to the restroom but on your way there, you hear your name being called.

Spinning on your heels, your eyes scan the area, trying to locate the voice that called out to you. Your patience is running thin and you’re about to continue your strut to the restroom until a soft hand gently cups your elbow.

You turn your head to look over your shoulder, met with chestnut brown eyes and big plump lips. It takes you a moment to recognize him without his fluffy hair draped over his forehead and no glasses decorating his eyes.

Your frown must be getting to him because he speaks up again, “Forgotten my name, have you?” he teases, dropping his hand from your arm.

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise when his familiar voice booms in your ears, flabbergasted by the sight in front of you.

He’s wearing a 2 piece black suit, a beige dress up shirt under his black suit jacket, unbuttoned at the top. Even his damn neck is gorgeous, how is that possible?

His brown hair is in a side part, forehead and eyebrows on display, his bangs kissing the ends of his brows. You weren’t even sure he had eyebrows because his hair was always covering them. His signature silver rimmed glasses are nowhere to be seen and you assume he must be wearing contact lenses.

He’s absolutely fucking gorgeous. You already knew that but literally, what the hell?

Your brain is screaming at you to answer him already and not ogle him like you want to drop onto your knees and give him the sloppiest blowjob of his life.

“Of course not,” you blurt out, “Seokjin… right?” you finish, uncertainty in your tone.

He chuckles at your playful guess, not taking offense to your doubt. “Yeah,” he pauses, “what are you doing here? You look fantastic, by the way.” His gaze drags up your figure quickly and your heart jolts in between your lungs, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

“Oh,” you begin, “thank you. I was out with some friends. What about you?” You have to pretend that compliment didn’t just make your insides clench.

He scratches the back of his head with a defeated smile. “I was supposed to go on a date but I think I got stood up because she was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago and she’s not answering her phone,” he chuckles with an air of embarrassment.

Your heart sinks to your stomach at his words. People are such fucking assholes.

“I’m so sorry,” you say, placing a comforting hand on his bicep. Your hands tense on his arm because touching his hard bicep isn’t a smart thing for you to do right now. “I never understood how people can bring themselves to do something like that. It’s such a shitty thing to do.”

He simply shrugs his shoulders. “I’ll wait 10 more minutes and then go home,” he muses, glancing down at the silver watch wrapped around his left wrist.

You slowly nod as you drag your gaze up his body. Wow. You can’t stress this enough. He is absolutely ethereal.

“Enjoy your night, Y/N.” A smile stretches onto his lips as he takes a step backwards, still holding eye contact with you before he turns on his heels and returns to his table which isn’t far from the restrooms.

You stand there for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts before you silently make your way into the restroom with a heavy heart.

How unfair. He’s such a sweetheart, why would anyone treat him like that? He’s respectful, well-mannered, absolutely gorgeous and allegedly has a big dick. He’s a complete catch.

You abruptly put a stop to your own thoughts. What kind of a hypocrite are you?

You literally don’t pay him any attention because he doesn’t ooze confidence or act like a bad boy with a foul attitude that are beasts in bed. You are one of the assholes you’re complaining about.

With a long glare at the mirror in front of you, staring yourself down in disgust, your heart won’t let up. He doesn’t deserve this. No one does.

You reapply your lipgloss after making up your mind, retouching some of your makeup and fixing some of the hairs that are out of place before you strut out of the restroom and return to your table.

You glance at Seokjin on your way to your table but he’s immersed in his phone, absentmindedly scrolling. Your heart sinks at the sight again.

“Took you long enough, I already paid,” Taehyung mutters, nodding toward the empty seats that once belonged to Hoseok and Olivia.

“I’m staying here.” Your words make him glance at you in surprise, a slight raise to his brows.

“What’s going on?” he pries because he’s Taehyung.

You shake your head quickly, dismissing the concern in his tone. “Everything’s okay,” you say in a reassuring tone.

“Why are you staying here?” he asks, eyes furiously scanning the area.

You obnoxiously sigh, he won’t stop prying so you might as well just tell him. “Seokjin got stood up and I feel bad for him. I’ll join him for like… half an hour.”

Taehyung narrows his eyes at you for a moment, tilting his head to the side as he processes your words. There haven’t been any note-worthy incidents between you and Seokjin since the condom-thing so Taehyung never brought him up again but just as you thought he could finally act like an adult, a smug smirk creeps on his lips.

“You’re definitely getting fuc–”

“Out.” You cut him off, pushing him toward the exit.

He laughs as he heads out the door of the restaurant, throwing you his attempt at an ahegao face from behind the glass of the window outside. You roll your eyes in exasperation, holding up your middle finger in response before you start making your way to Seokjin’s table.

He’s still on his phone, elbows on the table as he mindlessly scrolls through whatever app he’s on.

You inhale deeply before approaching him, pulling out the chair opposite of him and plopping down on it.

This catches his attention. He peeks up at you from his phone, eyes glancing at you through his brows in surprise and confusion.

You return the eye contact and place your own elbows on the table, slightly leaning forward to close some of the distance between you two.

“Long time no see,” you joke.

He frowns for a moment longer before he chuckles and he locks his phone, turning it face down onto the table next to his utensils. “What’s up?”

You stare at him for a little while longer while he awaits your response in confusion. You part your pretty lips to speak, “That date is probably not coming. Thought I’d join you for a while, I don’t have any plans anyways.”

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, thick lips parting to say something but no words come out. He leans back into his chair, a certain look in his eyes that you can only describe as intrigue as he shuts his mouth again.

You tilt your head to the side, pretty eyes still intently watching him with a glimmer of something in your eyes that even you can’t put your finger on.

“That’s nice of you. Why, though?” he asks, voice neutral as if he genuinely just wants to know why you would do that.

You bring your shoulders up and drop them right away. “I just wanted to.”

He glances at you for a few seconds. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes but it’s gone by the time you’ve realized it’s skepticism. “It’s not out of pity, right?”

Your heartbeat stutters for a moment at how his voice seemed to drop an octave when he asked that, sweat forming on your palms. You quickly compose yourself and shake your head. “No.”

“Well then,” he says as he glances at the seemingly expensive watch wrapped around his left wrist, “would you like to order something?”

“Nah.” You shake your head at his offer because you really just want to go home but quickly realize he must not have eaten yet, since he was waiting for someone that never came. “But you must be hungry, right?”

He brings his fingers up to his face, absentmindedly rubbing his shaven chin as his eyes continue to study you. “Yeah, but I heard the food here takes quite some time to get to your table so I was just planning on leaving and eating something at home or something.”

“Hm,” you hum, fingers fidgeting with the hoop earring in your right earlobe. “I have some leftover lasagna at home. Would you like some?” The words leave your mouth before you can even think them through. Why the hell would you invite him into your home?

Thankfully, Seokjin is more of an introvert who also prefers the comfort of his own home, so he’ll probably decline.

“Sure.”

Your chest visibly stutters but you quickly compose yourself and rise to your feet in a hurry, hoping he won’t notice the nervous switch in your demeanor. “Cool, let’s go,” is all you say as you scramble to gather your purse.

He wordlessly blinks at you a few times before quietly chuckling and reaching for his phone as he tucks it into the pocket of his slacks.

He calls a waiter over and explains the situation before walking up to you, trying to get through the sea of bodies that are present. He finally reaches you as you wait for him by the exit of the building and places his hand on the small of your back as he motions for you to walk out the door first.

His touch, not even directly to your skin, sends an instant volt of electricity down your vertebrae. Stop suddenly acting a fucking fool around him when you didn’t even notice his presence before, you think to yourself.

“Did you come here by car?” he asks, taking his car keys out of his pocket before turning to look at you.

You shake your head. “Taehyung came to pick me up.”

He nods to your words whilst leading you to his car, warm hand still on your back. “Kim Taehyung? From work?” He leads you to a black Mercedes and you don’t know a lot about cars but this one looks insanely expensive. How does he have the money to own a car like that with the same salary you have?

“Oh uh,” you say as you snap out of your thoughts, “yeah.”

He opens the door to the passenger seat’s side for you and holds your hand for support, his other hand protecting your head as you get in.

Wow. Who would’ve thought he was such a gentleman?

It’s a stark contrast from when Taehyung called you a sexy bitch and told you to hop in his car earlier this evening.

Seokjin closes the door on your side and makes his way around the front of his car to the driver’s seat. Your eyes stay glued to him like a moth to a flame as he makes his way in, your heartbeat quickening again.

Why are you so nervous? It’s all Taehyung’s fault and his crazy scenarios.

“Earth to Y/N?”

You must’ve seemed lost in thought for too long because your nostrils suddenly fill up with a vanilla and musk scent, making you snap out of your filthy mind. Seokjin has leaned into your body, arm reaching across your chest as he tugs the seatbelt from your side over your torso and clicks it into the buckle.

Your breath is stuck in your airways as you freeze at his proximity, your palms growing sweaty again. “Oh, sorry.”

You don’t look at him as he leans back into his seat and buckles his own seatbelt, surprisingly not commenting on your apology. He presses a button on his dashboard, making the car roar to life before he places his hand on the back of your headrest and looks over his shoulder.

He starts backing out of the parking spot despite having a camera right above the car radio. Old habits die hard, you suppose.

You glance at him for a moment but immediately regret it. He is so fucking hot.

He must’ve sensed your eyes on him because for a moment, he makes eye contact with you whilst he’s still reversing out of the parking slot. There’s an unreadable look in his eyes as his eyes briefly meet yours before he looks back over his shoulder again.

He didn’t smile or anything, just glanced into your eyes and returned his attention to backing out of the parking spot.

Heat instantly rushes to your face and you turn your head to look out the window on your side, forcing yourself to not make the same mistake of gawking at him again. Not when you’re so close to him, at least.

He turns on the car radio after asking you for your home address and typing it into the built-in navigation system of his car before he accelerates and starts driving to your destination.

“Not to pry but are you and Taehyung…” His voice gets quieter as it reaches the end of his sentence, eyes still looking at the road in front of him.

“Huh?” You turn your head to look at him, mesmerized by his amazing side profile.

He slightly turns his head to look at you for a moment before returning his attention back to the road, a look on his face as if to tell you it’s obvious what he’s hinting at.

“Oh,” you say as you realize what he’s implying. You shake your head quickly and blurt out, “No, not at all.”

He only nods to your response, eyes unwaveringly staring ahead of him.

The rest of the car drive is uncomfortably quiet, the soft pop music playing is the only thing that’s keeping this silence between you two from being excruciating.

Luckily, the drive isn’t long and you’re in front of your apartment complex in less than 10 minutes. As you reach for your purse and unbuckle your seatbelt, Seokjin has already gotten out of the car and jogged to your side to open the door for you.

He holds his hand out for you to take and you do, hoping to the Lord that he can’t tell how sweaty your palms are. You swing your legs out of the car, placing your heels onto the concrete with a loud click as you get out. You let go of his hand to smooth out your skirt but really, you’re just wiping the sweat off your palms.

He locks his car with a button on the car keys and follows behind you as you fish your keys out of your purse, opening the door to the entrance that leads to the lobby.

The walk up the stairs is silent aside from your obnoxious heels clicking against the tiles, making you wince with each step you take. You make it to your front door and unlock, walking in and kicking your heels off. There’s a significant difference in your height now but he doesn’t comment on it and instead neatly places his shoes by the door as he closes it behind him.

You lead him to your living room and motion for him to sit down while you go and warm up the leftovers.

“This is a nice place,” he muses as he sits down on your couch, looking around to scan the room.

You quietly thank him as you disappear into the kitchen, taking the container out of the fridge and pulling open the cupboard to grab a plate for him.

This is starting to feel like it’s going to be a long night.

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With the empty plate of lasagna remnants on your coffee table, you’re seated right across from Seokjin who is on the couch opposite of you. The two of you had some small talk about work and cooking recipes whilst he ate but the silence has been going on for about 2 minutes now and it’s becoming uncomfortable.

Almost as if he heard your thoughts, he speaks up, “You don’t have to sit so far, you know. I don’t bite,” he says with a teaseful tone. “Unless you want me to.”

The words that leave his mouth so smoothly single handedly knock the oxygen out of your lungs, cause a twitch in your lips and bring a raise to your brows. You can’t seem to tear your eyes away from his face, his smug face. Did he drink earlier?

“Did you have something to drink back in that restaurant?” you nervously chuckle, clasping your hands together to stop yourself from fidgeting in front of him.

His shoulders bounce with the way he chuckles, slightly shaking his head. “Would I have driven us here if I drank?”

It almost sounds like he’s mocking you and heat starts bubbling in your stomach at the way the words rolled off his tongue so smugly.

“What’s all this then?” you ask, waving your hand in a circular motion in front of you, aimed at him.

He tilts his head to the side in question. He silently reaches for his glass of water and a small smirk creeps onto his lips when he speaks after taking a sip and says, “Elaborate?”

The bubbling heat in your stomach has seeped to the rest of your body, burning in your veins all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

You stare at him for a moment longer before saying, “This façade. This persona or attitude you’ve got going on.”

The barely-there smirk stays glued on his lips, his hooded eyes make his gaze feel that much more penetrating.

“Façade?” he repeats, bringing his hand up to rub his chin, the silver watch around his wrist glaring in the light coming from your corner lamp.

“Yeah, you’re nothing like how you are at work.”

He slowly nods to your words, a glimmer of mischief flickering in his eyes that have gone from pools of honey brown to bottomless pits of jet black. “What makes you think this is the façade and not the persona I got going on at work?”

His words process in your mind but you can’t bring yourself to understand what he’s saying. Is he implying he’s always like this and the way he is at work is just an act?

“Why would you put on an act at work?” You lean further back into your couch, crossing your arms over your chest as you swing your right leg over your left to keep yourself from bouncing your leg up and down in anxiety.

“Because those people don’t need to know me.”

Your frown deepens at his words. “Those people? We’re your colleagues, Seokjin.”

“Yeah?” he muses, placing his elbows on his knees as he leans forward, hovering his face over the coffee table that’s separating the two of you. “Tell me, if you told them that you were with me right now, what would their reaction be?”

His question shuts you up right away.

Aside from Taehyung who already knows, your co-workers would most likely tease you. You wouldn’t call Seokjin the punching bag of your workplace but he’s definitely not favored in any way. They’ll usually have him do the work that they don’t want to do, treat him like he’s not there. You’re the only one that treats him nicely.

You press your lips into a thin line as your eyes visibly soften at his question, a guilty look on your pretty face.

“Yeah,” he mumbles as he leans back into the sofa, thighs spread and hands on his upper thighs. With a curt nod, he arrogantly adds, “That’s what I thought.”

You swallow thickly and look away from him, uncrossing your arms as you subconsciously fidget with your fingers again, picking at your manicured nails.

You can’t blame him, you suppose. You think about all the times people have dismissed him or dropped their load on his desk without another word, the vivid memories making your heart sink into your stomach.

“Why are you so nervous?” His question makes you snap your head in his direction, eyes slowly widening at him. How did he know?

You blurt out, “I’m not nervous. What makes you think that?”

“Why were your hands sweaty when I helped you get out of the car?”

Your mind travels at lightning speed to come up with a rebuttal but all you can say is, “I’ve always had clammy hands.” Dirty liar.

You try to keep eye contact with him to seem assertive but your pathetic heartbeat quickens once he rises to his feet and walks around the coffee table, toward you.

You shoot up in your seat, uncrossing your legs as he closes the distance between you two. You tilt your chin up, glancing at him through the pretty lashes you chose today as he stands before you, menacingly looming over your body.

“May I?” he asks, holding out his right hand but you have no idea what he’s asking of you.

You slowly and confusingly hold your left hand out to him but he gently turns your hand over by your wrist so the back of your hand faces down and your palm faces up. The tips of his fingers softly graze your palm before moving across as he presses the tips of his index and middle finger against the center of your wrist, right under the length of your thumb.

You stare at his fingers on your skin during the process but still being confused, you look back up at him.

The tension in the air can be cut with a dull butter knife.

His eyes aren’t on your face, instead, they’re still glued to where his fingers are pressed to your skin. His eyebrows are pinched together and he looks in a deep state of concentration. If you believed in magic, you’d swear he’s casting a spell on you right now.

Then, he subtly nods and lets go of your hand, watching how it flops back down to your lap. You continue to stare up at him, the dryness in your throat moving up and spreading throughout your mouth.

“Hands sweaty, heart rate quickened, breath heavy, fingers fidgeting, forcing yourself to look into my eyes,” he lists and then concludes, “You’re nervous.”

You realize he just took your damn pulse to prove his point.

He backs away and silently makes his way back to the opposite couch with a certain smugness, a clear indicator of his satisfaction at victory as he drops his ass back onto the couch. You stare at him with your mouth agape, a slight pinch between your brows and your mind racing with words to say.

“I’m not nervous, I’m just,” you start, “I’m confused. I don’t know what to make of you right now. You’re confusing me.” You finally find the coursge to speak up but your voice is quiet, your words almost incoherent.

“Well,” he pauses, “I don’t really owe you an explanation.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, a bit taken aback by his bluntness. “Can’t tell if you’re being an asshole or just bold,” you murmur, wondering if he’s just saying this to get a reaction out of you or if he’s just like this. He can’t be like this. This is not Seokjin.

Is it? Did you ever really bother to get to know him better?

He simply shrugs his broad shoulders and replies, “Either way, it seems like you like it.”

His words are like a punch to the gut, making you shoot your eyes straight at him as you clear your throat and lean forwards to act like you didn’t just hear him. “Excuse me?”

He starts, “You invited me over for food after pitying me. I’m done eating, I’ve been saying stuff that has clearly struck a nerve and yet you’re not telling me to get out.” His eyes scan the room for a moment before settling on you again. “Clearly something is keeping me here.”

Your glossy lips part and your eyes widen in disbelief, incoherent words and sentences bubbling up the back of your throat but never actually making it out of your mouth.

What the hell?

You clear your throat to speak again, “I’m just polite. And curious.”

“Curious?” he chuckles, “Don’t you know curiosity killed the cat?” The joke rolls off his tongue with another chuckle, making your stomach tingle with something you can’t put your finger on.

Curiosity killed the cat.

(Read: The cat being your pussy.)

His confidence, his look, his posture, everything is making him so much hotter than you’ve ever seen him before.

As if you needed it, your mind suddenly jumps to the vivid image of the golden XL letters on his box of condoms.

Maybe you should listen to Taehyung.

You ignore his smug remark as you eye his empty glass of water, nodding toward it before you ask, “Would you like something else?”

“Depends,” he says with an air of nonchalance, apparent by the smug shrug of his shoulders.

“On?”

“Whether you’re on that list.”

His flirtatious comment has your stomach doing backflips and a surge of heat shoots right down to your core. You hate how all he had to do was arrogantly imply he’d drink you up – no pun intended – and it’d have your panties sticking to your sex.

That’s it. You decide it’s time to bite back.

Just pretend it’s timid Seokjin from work, you think to yourself.

You get up from the couch and pour some more water into his glass. He reaches for the glass but you surprise him by wrapping your own hand around his glass before he can, bringing it up to your lips and taking a sip from his glass whilst keeping eye contact with him. After you’ve swallowed, you lower the glass back onto the table, leaving a stain of your lipstick on the rim.

He watches you with an arrogant raise to his brows and a faint smirk on those lips that you’d love to feel on your skin.

You plop back down onto the couch where you were previously seated before you say, “You’ve gone from bold asshole to bold flirt in the span of 2 minutes.” Your shoulders slouch and you hope you’re coming across as unbothered and casual.

“No harm in a bit of fun, right?” he jokes, a cocky tilt to his head as he continues to stare at you, reaching for the same glass and drinking from it.

“Sure, but where’s the fun in it if it’s all talk?” you quip.

Fuck. You can’t believe you just said that, your heart has shot up into your throat the moment the words left your mouth.

He simply smiles at your words before speaking up. “Do you actually believe that?” he says, his voice neutral and his expression almost mocking you.

You cross your arms and nonchalantly shrug, one of your hands coming up to allow your fingers to play with the earring in your earlobe before you part your lips to say, “Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

He squints his eyes at you for a moment before he dryly chuckles, shaking his head as he looks down at the glass in his hand absentmindedly.

After a few moments of silence, he places the glass back down with a thud. He looks back up at you through his brows, his hand coming up to his face in order to push some of his bangs out of the outer-corner of his eyes with his fingers.

“If you want me to come over there and fuck the shit out of you on that couch, you should just say that. Don’t beat around the bush.”

Fuck.

You force the yelp that’s threatening to erupt from your throat to go back down by forcefully swallowing it down, a knot forming in your stomach and a tingle in your panties. Fuck, you’re so happy you did all that scrubbing in the shower before you left for the restaurant.

“Aren’t you the one that’s beating around the bush?” you quip, watching as his eyebrows raise in surprise and you’re glad you’ve caught him off guard.

“Hm?” he hums in question.

“Really? ‘Depends whether you’re on that list’?” you repeat his words before continuing, “If you want to come over here and fuck me, you should just say that. Don’t beat around the bush.” You shoot right back at him, satisfaction swimming in your stomach at your quick comeback.

His nonchalant response is immediate. “I want to fuck you.”

Well.

Your mouth dries out like you just scooped a spoonful of cinnamon powder into your mouth in the middle of the scorching hot Sahara.

You clear your throat and gulp, gaze trailing to the wall on your side. You see him staring at you in your peripheral vision and you can just sense the smug smirk on his lips.

But you’re not going to let him win.

You finally decide to speak up. You say, “Well, what are you waiting for? Come over here, then.”

He rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek, moving the wet muscle across his back teeth before rising to his feet.

Oh, fuck.

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86 “see what happens if you rub your ass on me like that again.” & 83 “pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic” with Jin 🫠

• pair: seokjin x reader

• what happens here?: smut.

• word count: 653

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seating on your boyfriend's lap, you were speaking very enthusiastically with your friends. I said very, because you did not seemed to notice the way you kept swaying your hips from left to right everytime you got excited with anything. - giving your beloved boyfriend a hard time in between forced smiles and comments, in order to keep calm.

but it justㅡit wasn't working.

"babe, stop moving-" he whispers to your ear as you tilt your head to the side. "you're kinda, uh," he pauses as he looks down his crotch an you totally get it.

but..

too bad for him, you feel playful today.

"oh, I'm sorry babe." you cutely say while holding his face, leaving a kiss on his cheek.

little did he know that was the beginning of your game.

the moment he told you, you immediately shifted your position to get more comfortable between his thighs but it was more.. to feel at what state his bulge could actually be. - smirking at yourself, you pretended that everything went back to normal, so you lean back to your friends table while perking up your ass. meaning, that you'll push yourself harder down his crotch and that clearly makes something to seokjin.

there was a clear intention to it but still, you wanted to be discreet. you just liked to tease him, that's all.

..but the moment you suddenly start to feel a big warm palm wrapping up agaisnt your thigh, it is enough to know you're over.

..and you're wearing a skirt.

shit.

you were definitely not going to survive.

"what did I tell you?" he mutters on your ear. hands slowly taking up the hem of your skirt.

you say nothing. staying still.

seokjin gently opens your legs as your friends can't see, "keep talking with your friends."

but the moment his fingers touches your embarrassingly wet panties fabric, he manages to go up, changing plans to excuse the both of you to go outside to 'take pics along the sea'.

what a bullshit that was because nowㅡhere you are, in a huge fancy bathroom getting fucked by your boyfriend's fingers and all because of your stupid teasing. but hey, you weren't mad about it.

"damn, look at you.." he takes his time to admire the mess you were doing for him. "pushing back against my fingers already? how pathetic." he says and gives a tiny slap to your pussy which makes you jump.

"agh, babe-" you moan to his ear and you can't stop it now that you both started. you need him bad and you need him now.

your hips rapidly moved against his fingers, trying to match him.

"tell me your wish, baby." he says between a messy kiss.

"f-fuck me. I need it, p-please"

"shit, keep it low baby, unless you want them to hear."

"I don't care! just fuck me-"

and with nothing more to say, he fucks you against the sink, turns your back away and fucks you hard. It's crazy how wet you were that he didn't even had to keep teasing you. you were already a mess for him and he loved that so much. It turned him on so much.

so he keeps fucking you until you're both satisfied. panting agaisnt each others lips with both coloured cheeks.

he starts to speak, "see what happens if you rub your ass on me like that again?"

and you can't help but giggle. "If I know you'll always do this.." you pause, jumping down the sink to fix your clothes and hair as he does the same. "I might consider doing it all over again." giving him a mischievous look.

"you're insane.."

"yeap, but you are more!" you laugh. "literally dragged me here to fuck."

"you give me no choice." he quickly gives up.

and you roll your eyes as you both laugh at this. you surely were a different type of couple..

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[theiris-storyvault]

“What kind of rabbit doesn’t eat carrots?!”

Dad! Seokjin X Mom! Reader

Genre: fluff!

Warnings: None!

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“Jinha! It’s lunchtime” You yell from the kitchen as you get the table sorted out. Your husband had been lost in a trance with your daughter as you prepared lunch, and for that, you were thankful, because 90% of the time when he’s at work, you’ll be in a fairy costume cooking pasta on the lawn. Not long after, you hear footsteps quickly approaching the room, and soon after, a small frame hugs your legs. “Well hello there, Ms. Rabbit. I see you have been doing dress-up with...” You lift your eyes to find Seokjin only to see him in a Cow onesie with wings and a crown. You stifle a laugh as you crouch to lift your daughter “Mr. Fairy Cow Prince” You continue your sentence earning a silly groan for your husband. You set Jinha down on to a seat beside her father as Jin plants a kiss on your forehead before taking a seat himself. 

You all enjoy the meal you’d prepared as you enjoy listening to your daughter’s stories about what they did just moments ago. You place your chin on your palm as you listened to her in amusement. Sometimes it gets to you that it had been 3 years since you had her swim in your belly like a little bean. She’s growing up so fast, and even if you wanted to just stop time and make her stay this small forever you couldn’t. The conversation ends with her telling you how great her dad was at dressing up. “Really? better than mommy, darling?” You ask, an eyebrow raised. “Yes!” Jinha shouts and you scoff jokingly. Your husband erupts in laughter before boasting. “Baby, did you hear that? You suck at dressing up! Daddy is always better!” You laugh in defeat as Jinha tries to give you small kisses as a consolation. The laughing dies down soon after when Jinha tries to make a run from her unfinished food, but Jin was fast to scoop her up and put her back in her seat. “ah-ah, not so fast Ms. Rabbit. You still have vegetables left.” He says sternly. You turn away from him, trying to hide your giggles because he looked silly getting mad in the outfit he was in. “Your dad is right, darling. You need to eat your carrots, to keep your pretty eyes clear.” 

You watch her scrunch her nose in disgust before trying to protest “But carrots are ew mommy!” She says. “Oh is that so? But what kind of rabbit doesn’t eat carrots?!” You question as you pinch her nose softly. She was at a loss for words knowing you were right. So, she gives in, quickly chewing the pieces of carrots she had picked out of her food, before drinking a ton of water to wash it down. Jin was flabbergasted at her daughter's actions but adored at how she didn’t fight back anymore and just followed. Afterwards, you signal to her that she did a good job and that she was free to go, and in a blink of an eye, she takes off running. 

You start to clear the table when Jin wraps his arms around you. You try not to get lost in a trance as his comforting hug relaxes you and you try to get away “I need to clean it up, Love” You excuse but he never lets you go. “I don’t know how you do it” He says, evidently, he seemed tired. “Do what, hun?” You ask you to walk over to the sink with him stuck to you. As soon as you place the dishes down, you turn to face him, giving him a proper hug. “Play dress up, and cook, and clean, and not get tired,” He says, burying his face onto your shoulder. “Who says I never get tired,” You ask, trying to sound offended but he sees through it and giggles “You know what I mean. I literally just played with her for an hour and boy, does she have much energy. I changed clothes more times with her than I have when I’m on tour.” He states making you laugh. “Well, that’s probably why she thinks you’re the best at dressing up, when I’m with her I put on the wings and tell her I cant shape shift because the fairy leader would get mad.” He sighs, tightening his hold on to you. “Well, whatever Jinha said was a lie, if there’s someone who’s the best here, it’s you.” 

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[httpknjoon]

the a-listers... recently

hi, random reader!

so yeah... i'm back to ask your bets about the a-listers after the last drabble 💀 share your thoughts about mc, jin, and even sungkyung! 👀👀 you can reply it here or just send your thoughts thru ask! it's always fun to see your reaction and theories about the two.

again, a big thanks to everyone who reads and loves the a-listers series. i appreciate every reaction and question sent :)) 💗

that's all. hope you're having a great day!

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[angsttan]

Fibreglass Hearts || 01: Spring

After the death of his childhood sweetheart Yoongi, Seokjin is struggling to navigate the world.

Then he meets Kim Namjoon, a single dad who turns his world upside-down.

Pairing: Single Dad!Namjoon x Widow!Jin (side pairing of hopekook)

Genre: Strangers to lovers!AU | Romance, Fluff, Soft Smut, a lot of shyness and pining Warnings: character death, talks of mental health, public mourning, mentions of homophobia, discussions of single parenting, Taehyung is a child in this story, minor mentions of depression recovery, smut will be included in later chapters

Seokjin hates Spring. The sun beaming and luring out all of the families and young couples who never experienced a real responsibility, the flowers in bloom and bugs getting up in everyone’s business, and the kids. Oh god, the kids. If he saw one more child try to climb up the tree outside the apartment and then wail when they can’t get down… well, goodness knows what he’d do. 

With a haste sigh slipping past his lips, he gently pushed the key into its lock and gave it a small twist to the right, letting his shoulders sink in relief from the burdensome day the second he stepped into the dimly lit home unit. Seokjin doesn’t call this place home anymore, because home vanished with his love’s final breath. Seokjin hates Spring. Because that’s when he lost Yoongi.

Holding hands with his feline-looking lover as they’d run down the halls to avoid their algebra classes, wrapping their bodies into a neat package and hiding in bathroom stalls to swipe sweet kisses and emitting small giggles at the riskiness of it all, Spring used to be the most melancholy of seasons. From High School to college, and sharing their first home together, the MinJin couple as they were branded by friends, were inseparable and the true definition of romance for so many. 

They had everything going for them - Yoongi, a budding producer for a rising label called BIGHIT, and Jin, a fine craftsman with the glass, aspiring with his fiancé’s support to have a studio of his own to create the most delicate line of vases and glassware anyone had ever seen.  

“Can you try this one?”

"What about this one?” 

"Don’t you think they’re a little too wide?”

“Should this be pink or red?”

"And this one… this one fits a whole bottle of wine!”

Yoongi mused at the questioning and shook his head. “Baby, they’re perfect, because they were made by you.”

And when the Spring ended Seokjin was on top of the world, letting himself into their home with a delicate hum and his anniversary gift for Yoongi; a crystal cat the couple lined with rose petals from their first picnic together, pressed eight years prior to commemorate their college graduation. But within minutes, the glass and the petals were scattered across the floor. Shattered like Seokjin’s heart at the sight of his fiancée’s body limp on the ground. 

“It isn’t easy being wheezy” , Yoongi would always joke, the latter’s light-hearted resilience to his terminal illness was something Seokjin could only marvel at, letting the negativity subdude into softer giggles in the midst of breathy coughs of blood. Lung disease was something irrelevant to the duo in their teens, Yoongi’s signs only prevalent in their final year of college, deeming him unable to graduate on time in the Summer and defer to the following Spring. It was a small celebration at home, with the fear of a crowded frat party possibly leading to Yoongi’s weak immune system being attacked from all areas, but it made no difference to the couple as that night he got on one knee, giving Seokjin the promise they’d always shared. Eternity together.

It was two days later that eternity was no more.

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