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bangtaninborderland · 1 year

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KSJ - I’m home.

It was safe to say that the last two years has been difficult, even though you had gotten to call and message it had almost felt as if you hadn’t seen the man you love for the entirety of the time he was completing his mandatory enlistment.

It had been at least nine months of phone calls and messages, no visits. However, that all ended today.

You had argued that you should go to pick him up with the other members but Namjoon had made a valid point that it would be best to be safe from the media, that’s how you ended up here, sitting on your couch, waiting.

You couldn’t help the anxiety and excitement bubbling up inside you, your foot tapping repetitively against the rug beneath your feet. Time dragged on and and on, you had been clock watching. It hit an hour, and then two, and then three before you heard the key code being punched in from the other side of the door.

As he pushed it open you wasn’t sure what to do, you wanted to run up and wrap your body around him, to kiss every inch of him and forbid him from every going anywhere ever again but you couldn’t.

You were sure the world had stop spinning.

“I’m home.” He mumbles dropping his bags by the door, sliding off his shoes.

“You’re home.” Your voice is nothing but a whisper.

You can feel the tears cascading down your face as he envelopes you into a hug. Crying wasn’t something you liked to do, you hated everything about crying but in this moment is was all you could do, your body collapsed against him as if it knew it could finally relax now he was back.

“Let’s go sit, okay baby?” He questions, placing a kiss to your ear.

You huff, pushing yourself further into him. “No, don’t wanna move.”

“I just got home, don’t be a brat.” He laughed poking your sides earning a yelp from you.

You both shuffled, very slowly, over to the plush couch, some part of your body still being entwined with one another. He sat first, pulling you into his lap.

“I missed you so much.” He mumbled against your head, pressing a kiss into your hair.

You shook your head, still sobbing lightly as you pushed yourself into his chest. You was afraid any moment you was going to wake up and find out this was a dream.

“Sweetheart I’m not going anywhere. Although if you don’t stop pulling my shirt I may need to go to the hospital for strangulation.” He laughs lights pulling your hands up to his face, ultimately making you look at him.

“I don’t ever want to be without you.” You breathe releasing him slightly.

He brushes a hair from your face before kissing you, his lips feeling familiar against your own. You lean in further as his tongue flicks against your mouth.

“I missed that so much.” You rested your forehead against his.

“Do you want to get something to eat?” He grins softly.

“Mhm, I can order if you want to go shower?” You kiss him once again, reluctantly lifting yourself from his lap.

“Getting rid of me already?” He laughs standing up.

“If you want me to hold you hostage I will.” You swat his leg as he passes you.

The light sounds of the shower bring you comfort, you and seokjin didn’t have a huge home, sure it was on the bigger side but it wasn’t a mansion however, it felt that way whenever he wasn’t here. The space seemed to swallow you most days.

When he had talked to you about enlisting you promised him you wouldn’t stop doing anything, he wanted to know you would continue living, continue doing what makes you happy. He didn’t want you to spend the entirety of the time crying at home or simply giving up. You agreed instantly, you’d give him whatever he wanted or needed to keep himself strong during this time. You hadn’t anticipated the house to feel so lonely, you hadn’t thought about the lonely nights you’d spend curled up in a ball in bed despite the fact no one would be joining you. In the first two weeks you’d set up dinner spaces for two people at least 6 times before remembering you would be eating your meals alone. Despite that you didn’t stop living, you wanted to make sure that he didn’t have to worry about anything when he came home so you kept yourself together. So what if at least three times a week you cried for an hour or so, he wouldn’t know.

“What are you thinking about.” His voice was raspy, sultry.

You almost jumped out of your skin at the surprise. “Just happy to have you home.”

“So tell me all the things I missed.” He rounds the table, taking a seat beside you.

You pull yourself into him again, not wanting to have any distance between you. “You didn’t, it was exactly the same except once a week one of the members would come over and eat dinner with me, although I feel like you were probably the reason for that.”

“I worried about you.” He sighed.

“I worried about you too. How was it? Honestly.” You looked up to him, searching his face for any discomfort on the topic.

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought but it wouldn’t be something I’d ever want to go through again. I hope I provided the others some courage on it though.” He nudged your face with his nose making you smile.

He always had the ability to make a stressful situation seem good.

“Do you want to shower before dinner?” He rubs his hands up and down your thighs, squeezing them sporadically.

You shake your head vehemently. “No, although you could have let me shower with you.”

“Don’t pout sweetheart, go shower and by the time you’re finished our food will be here.

“Do I have to?” You bat your eyelashes at him.

He laughs lifting you from his lap. “No you don’t, I could make your ass red right now but I’d much rather you be a good girl. Go shower, take your time baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

You can’t help the way your cheeks flush a dark crimson at his tone, his aura shifting. “Fine but you better have the food waiting when I finish because I may die of starvation.”

“Didn’t have daddy to cook for you huh?” He chuckles.

You groan throwing your head back as you walk towards the bathroom. “Don’t call yourself that.”

“What, daddy? Am I not daddy enough?” He laughs even louder to which you slam the bathroom door.

You try not to rush your shower but it’s something you do compellingly, your body moving without any thoughts but “I want to be beside him again.”

By the time you finish and get dressed true to his word the food is set out across the living room table, you rarely ate anywhere but the dining room so you knew this was just as an intimate day for him as it was you.

“You look so good. God I missed waking up to you.” He reaches a hand out to you pulling you next to him, handing you a dinner tray.

You wave your hand at him picking up your cutlery. “Don’t make me cry, if we talk about how we missed one another the tears would start and I would not be able to stop them.”

“Was it hard?” He asks, taking a bite into his steak.

“The first day was surprisingly easy, once the members returned we went to eat, I’ve never had a dinner with them be so silent. Jungkook drove me home that night and he cried for a while, he offered to stay and I’m pretty sure he did that for him more than me but I told him I was fine. I didn’t cry, I don’t think I cried until the third week. I had a shitty day at work and I came home ready to unload it on you over some cheap ramen that I had stocked but I walked in and the loneliness just hit me. I lived in your clothing, I rarely wore anything of my own. I remember the first time we got to face time, I had been waiting all day and the connection was awful but seeing you even for a few minuets made the next month so easy. I wouldn’t have been able to get through it without the other members.” You brushed away a few tears you hadn’t noticed forming, taking a bite from your meal to distract yourself.

“Im never going anywhere without you ever again.” He brushed a hand through your hair before returning to his meal.

The rest of the dinner was filled with random bits of information and events that you had both been unable to witness. It was filled with a soft laughter, tender smiles and suggestive touches. The food itself was awful, the steak was hard and dry, the potatoes were cold and it was overpriced but you didn’t care. The food was the least of your worries.

You took both yours and his plates to the kitchen, rinsing them off with a promise to clean everything later.

When you return the room isn’t how you’d left it, Jin had set up a series of candles across the room, the tv had been lowered, and the said man was waiting across the room on one knee.

“Oh.” Was all you could manage as you shuffled towards him, your hands shaking.

“I waited two years to ask you this, I wanted to do it properly, to set up something big, something deserving of you but I couldn’t wait. You were one of the only thoughts that helped me through the rough days, your voice and the letters you would have Namjoon write me to be discreet were my most cherished memories. You made me a promise before I left and you stuck to it, no matter how hard it was you stuck by me and you kept going. I am so proud of you, I’m so thankful that I get to call you mine. It’s something I would like the honour of doing for the rest of my life, from the moment I met you I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I remember messing up so many recordings because you had occupied my mind for far too long. I have had the pleasure to experience things other people could only dream of but being with you is one of my greatest accomplishments, I hope I can be someone worthy of your love for the rest of my life if you’ll give me that chance. So with that being said, will you marry me?”

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t blink. You were frozen, your heart beating so hard you were sure it could be heard across the country. After a few seconds he shuffled awkwardly, you could see he was worrying so you did all you could. You slammed your body into his wrapping your arms around him as you kissed him desperately. Your soft moans and his grunts the only sound in the room, you laugh as he bites your lip.

“Smell.” He moans out after a few seconds.

You pause pulling back. “What?”

“I smell fire.”

You both turn to the couch only to see the bottom end half alight, the candle set on the table had been knocked over. You scrambled off jin to grab the fire extinguisher as he rushed to help you spray it he caught his leg on the tv swiftly bringing it to the ground with a hard crash.

A series of explicit words weee thrown around with you both screaming and shouting at one another to be careful.

After a ten minuet fuss, a burnt couch and a broken tv you both were sitting in the kitchen, him in-between your legs as you rested against the counter.

“That was some proposal.” You breathe out, massaging his scalp with your nails.

“That didn’t go how I expected, you didn’t exactly answer either.” He mumbled pulling you closer by your waist.

“It’s a million times yes jinnie, I thought my kissing was an indication of that.”

“It was not.” He rolls his eyes dramatically, pulling the box from his sweatpants. “Can I put it on?”

“Please.” You nod, holding out your hand.

He slides the ring onto your finger, it was beautiful. A singular Jem on the middle with the words “a forever gift.” Engraved on the silver band.

You feel the tears pooling in your eyes but you don’t care and by the puffiness of his face neither does he. You hold each other for so long that you lose count of the time. Eventually he picks you up from the counter helping you get into bed.

You wanted to protest and tell him you could stay awake longer but he shushed you instantly so you slumped back onto the bed, secure with his arms around you. So what if the food sucked, the couch set alight and the TV smashed into a thousand pieces. Your fiancé was finally home, everything else could go to shit and it would be okay because seokjin was back.

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miniminouu · 1 year

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we love you jin!!

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nygmablog · 1 year

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— kim seokjin

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urmingirl · 1 year

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"ARMY, I love you lots"

🐹: Since only ARMY are gonna be watching this video, I'm gonna write stuff related to ARMY.

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cmee-art · 5 months

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Happy jinnie day

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fanyyy444 · 4 months

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hobilv · 1 year

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my love, i love him so much! ^^ ♡

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btssoul7 · 9 days

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Someone's coming back soon!!!! 💜

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x0x0josephinex0x0 · 5 months

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Best part, seokjin bts, mutual pining pls 🫶🏼

A/N: ok bestie this combo……I’m in love. With you and the idea. Thanks for the request, I hope you like it!!

GN! Reader x Kim Seokjin, mentions of alcohol and drinking, drunk kiss, Christmastime?? Not proofread. Sorry!!

Your eyelids flutter open gently to a room flooded with the white-gold light of morning. Everything is as you left it last night — your head is still resting on your arms at the coffee table, your purse and coat are still on the floor, a few empty bottles of various types of alcohol are still littering the counter, and Kim Seokjin is still curled up on the couch, fast asleep.

And as you look at him -- messy black hair falling over his forehead, big eyes shut, those perfect lips parted ever so slightly in a dream -- you know that no amount of alcohol could erase last night from your memory.

Nothing had happened. Nothing ever really happened between you and Seokjin, but for the past six months, all of that nothing had started to feel awfully like something. That was the earliest you could trace back the phenomena of Seokjin being the first thought in your head when you woke up, which had started as an occasional thing and had progressed into an everyday one.

Before then, Seokjin had been just another member of your friend group, a tight-knit squad of varying careers and interests who'd all been friends since college. You'd always liked him -- he was smart and kind and funny, always willing to participate in any of the antics of other members of the group and always making sure everyone was taken care of -- but it hadn't got beyond that until Christmastime.

Specifically, the Christmas Dance Battle Challenge.

This yearly tradition was one of your absolute least favorite parts of Christmas with your friends. You were decidedly not a dancer, but you played along because you saw how happy it made your other friends. The rules were simple: on December 1st, each person draws a number, and whoever draws the same number is their partner. Each number coincides with a song, which is the song the two of you have to learn the dance for by the time of the annual Christmas Eve-Eve (two days before Christmas) party. There would be a group vote after everyone had performed, and the winning pair got a prize -- usually a gift card each and a bottle of wine -- that the rest of the group had to pitch in to buy.

So, on December 1st, you had gathered. You had drawn #2 with Seokjin, and the song had been Bite Me by New Jeans. And the two of you had met up the next day to discuss "the strategy", which was what Seokjin had called it, clueing you into something you didn't realize about him: Seokjin was competitive.

"Alright," he'd said, pacing in front of you like a general in front of his troops right before battle. "This year I have it on good authority that the prize will be a gift card to my favorite restaurant, and I have to defend my winning title from last year, so this has to be good. How confident are you?"

"Uhhh..." you'd stuttered, and Seokjin had paused in front of you to flick your forehead lightly. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Now is not the time for insecurities," he'd told you. "You hold yourself back from true greatness every year, I've watched you. But you have amazing potential. And now, I will be the one who releases this butterfly from their cocoon."

He was speaking seriously, and yet there was a way that his mouth turned up at the corners that made you realize that it was mostly an act. So you'd grinned at him hesitantly, and he'd clapped. "That's the spirit! Now, I need to know your schedule so I can put together a rehearsal timeline."

You'd practiced twice a week with Seokjin, and his positive encouragement meant that your dancing skills improved markedly during that time. And you were also enjoying getting to know Seokjin, whose goofy humor and gentle teasing eased your normally-anxious mind. He calmed you, and brought out a more energetic, less timid side of you that you didn't even know existed. Being around him was as easy as breathing. In time, you even found it within you to tease him back as you learned the moves to the dance. Things were going so well.

And then, the "dress rehearsal" on December 17th.

Only a minute in to the practice, Seokjin paused the music. "I swear I didn't mess it up, Seokjin," you growled at him, "and I know, because I made a point to flick my foot specifically like you said --"

"That's not it," he complained, stopping your words with a finger. "There's not enough passion."

“Huh?” you said.

He strode over to you, stopping well inside your personal space bubble and looking down at you. “Do you think I’m handsome?” he asked you.

Your eyes had gotten wide and you’d blushed. “You -- what?”

“Answer the question,” he’d said with a half-smile and an eyebrow raised.

“Well, of course,” you’d stammered. Because he was -- tall and broad-shouldered, confident and self-assured, with that sardonic smile and those eyes that were as sweet and warm as the caramel cinnamon syrup you liked in your coffee. You’d always known he was handsome, but it wasn’t until this moment that you’d realized just how beautiful he was. He was perfect, really.

“So, why do you act like you’re scared to touch me?” he asked you, amused.

Unbeknownst to you, Seokjin was fighting to keep his very real frustration out of his voice. Because for the past month you’d been teasing him without even realizing it. He was addicted to your secret humor, admired the way you were so thoughtful and considerate to your shared group of friends, and couldn’t stop thinking about how pretty you were. He’d been feeling this way since you’d met, secretly praying every year that you’d get partnered up for the dance competition, but only this year had the prayer been answered. And while it had been thrilling so far -- Seokjin was learning there was almost no line he wouldn’t cross to hear your laugh, especially when it was because of him -- he was also discouraged at the lack of real progress. His first concern was that if he said anything to you about his feelings, you’d be too polite to turn him down, and he hated to put you in a situation like that -- but he’d started to wonder, with all the times he caught you staring, if he might have more hope than he started with.

So it was time for him to take hold of his destiny, he supposed. When he wrapped an arm around your waist, you gasped a little, and Seokjin had to grit his teeth to keep himself from becoming a giggling mess. He pulled you gently into him. “Have you ever danced with a man before?” he asked you.

Blushing furiously, you shook your head no. He nodded, lifting one of your hands in his own. “Follow my lead,” he’d said, and with your hips touching, he waltzed you around the room.

You were surprised at how quickly you were able to relax into his arms, especially because your whole body felt tingly and electric where it met with his skin. Seokjin led you through a short waltz that had the whole room spinning treacherously around you, forcing you to look at him. His eyes seemed to swallow you whole in their warmth, and there was something unspoken and magnetic in them that threatened to overwhelm you. Finally, he slowed to a stop, but didn’t let go of you. “Feel that?” he asked in a whisper, his eyes searching your face.

You swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

He let go of you then, taking a step back. The sudden distance between the two of you left you feeling a bit cold, and you shivered. “That’s the energy we need to channel,” he said, turning away from you -- because this was the only way he knew how not to kiss you when you looked at him like that.

The rest of the practice had gone smoothly, but that was the first night you dreamed of Seokjin. And the first morning you woke up thinking of him. Little did you know, he was waking up that same morning thinking of you, too.

And you’d won the dance contest, without much of a competition. “I didn’t know you had that in you,” your friends had told you. “I mean, the chemistry?”

“Thanks,” you’d said, meeting eyes with Seokjin and blushing. “I had a really good partner.”

You’d assume things would go back to normal -- back to how they were before -- but Seokjin still texted you every day, just about different things. You ended up at his apartment a couple times without any of your other friends present, all for regular friendly activities like movies and video game nights, and he’d never made a move, always the picture of manners and thoughtfulness. And you had fun together, laughing more than you’d ever laughed with anyone. But the feelings that had awakened when he was standing so near to you had only grown, resulting in every morning being flooded with memories of him -- his smile, the smell of him, even the goofy pajamas he wore on occasion when you’d come over.

You hadn’t told him anything about this for several reasons. The main one was of course that you were friends now, and whatever else existed between you, you really enjoyed being around him. The fear that all of that would evaporate like a stray bit of smoke was 90% of the reason you stayed silent.

The other 10% was that you knew if you let yourself fall for him, there was a possibility that it wouldn’t work out, and you weren’t entirely sure how you’d survive that level of heartbreak.

So you’d let it be what it was for six whole months — from December to June, you had ached for Kim Seokjin in the same way as a carefully concealed wound. Sometimes, if you moved a certain way, it hurt worse — like during movie nights when his arm extended over the back of the sofa, but never quite around your shoulders. And sometimes it was barely there, like in late hours of the night when your quiet conversations had fizzled out and you were sitting in comfortable silence together. But still it remained, becoming clear to you at some indistinguishable moment that it wasn’t ever going to go away.

And then yesterday the call had come. “Hey,” he’d said. “What are your evening plans?”

“I’m pretty open. Why?” You hated the way your heart took off at the question, but it was hard when he phrased it in such a date-like way.

“Did you use your gift card?” he asked, referring to the one you’d both won as the prize for the dance competition.

“No, I didn’t.” You waited.

“We should go there tonight,” Seokjin recommended. “I can pick you up. Is seven okay?”

The whole day had been a terrible waiting game. The hours crawled by at a sloth’s pace, refusing to show much progress no matter how often you checked your watch. You’d gotten ready at 5, and it had somehow taken you only a half hour, so you were stuck waiting for another hour and a half before the knock finally came at your apartment door.

When you opened it, your jaw dropped. He looked like a prince in a blue suit with a crisp white shirt, his hair pushed up off his forehead. He’d held out the bouquet in his hands. “Um, hello,” he said, an endearing nervousness coloring his tone. “You look…really nice.”

You’d tucked a stray hair behind your ear with a jittery hand. “Thanks,” you’d replied. “Why the flowers?”

“Oh,” he’d said, like he’d just remembered them, although he was still holding them out to you. “They’re a thank you. For helping me win.”

“You really didn’t have to,” you said, taking them from him. “I had a lot of fun with you. And I’m glad we were able to get closer because of it.”

Was that a hint of a blush on his cheeks?

But he simply smiled, offering you his arm. “Let’s go.”

And dinner had turned into drinks, which had turned into drunk Seokjin. He was similar to regular Seokjin, just louder and less filtered, and though you were tipsy yourself, you knew better than to let him try and get home on his own. Not knowing what else to do, you’d brought him back to your place, letting him down gently onto the couch.

“Hey,” he’d said in a scolding tone as you stood up to stumble into your own bed. “Why are you leaving me?”

“It’s okay,” you told him. “You’re at my place. You’re safe.”

He’d reached up, then — and on your wobbly legs it was impossible to resist his surprisingly strong grip. You fell right into his lap, your hands finding purchase on the fabric of his shirt, and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He spent only a second looking at your stunned face through hazy eyes, admiring the tint of pink the alcohol lent to your nose and cheeks and the way your brows knit so adorably in nerves and worry, before he leaned in closer and pressed a soft, slow, entirely overwhelming kiss to your lips.

You couldn’t help it. You twisted your fingers around his shirt and returned the kiss, knowing with a pang of agony that this could be the one and only chance you had. You tried to say everything you couldn’t put into words with the kiss, caressing his face with the hand not holding his shirt and finally allowing yourself to feel all the feelings you’d been hopelessly trying to ignore that grew stronger and stronger the longer your lips were locked. The kiss cemented Seokjin firmly into his position as the first person you could ever remember loving like this.

And then he was the first to pull away. He frowned. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t want to do that while drunk. Wanted it to be more…romantic. Special. But…”

“Yeah?” you’d whispered.

He’d fixed you with a bleary gaze. “If you love me, won’t you say something?”

And then he’d fallen asleep.

You watch him now — the sunlight turning his brown hair slightly auburn, the soothing rhythm of his breathing. And you know you’ll need to talk when he wakes up. But for right now, you let yourself reach across the short distance to move his waves off his face so you can see him better. “Beautiful,” you whisper.

As you let your hand drop, his hand shoots up to your wrist. “Hmm?” he hums at you, blinking awake. “What was that?”

Your heart is beating in your throat, but you know you have to ask. “What do you remember from last night?”

He closes one eye to try and focus. Then he realizes. “Oh, I am so sorry.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine.”

“No really,” he says, sitting up. “That…shouldn’t have happened the way it did.”

And you’re not sure what he means by that, but it’s almost to the point that you don’t even care anymore. So you shake your head and take your hand in his, preparing to be the boldest you’ve ever been in your life.

“Seokjin, you should know...that when you hold me, and kiss me slowly, it’s the sweetest thing.”

His jaw drops. And you continue, “I’ve felt this way forever. And all of the time we spent together has only made it worse. Because no matter what we’re doing, you’re the best part.”

You wait for him to respond, but he seems lost for words. Finally he chokes out, “you’re the sunshine of my life.”

Your face splits into a massive grin. “You want coffee, babe?” you ask him.

“You’re the only coffee I need,” he replies, looking at you like one looks at the stars — awed and reverent and overwhelmed all at once

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sleep-deprived-weasel · 1 year

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Let’s just take this time to admire how beautiful Jin is.

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poeticore · 4 months

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𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦: ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ sʜɪɴᴇs ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ

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koo-rockstar · 2 years

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meriaadoo · 1 year

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yeonjunniekitty · 1 year

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bonobonoyaatheart · 10 months

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Soup and Lullaby - Kim Seokjin

Summary: You are hungry and can't sleep. But your boyfriend is there to help you, in his sweet way.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing : Idol Seokjin x gn Reader

Word count: 543

As the night wore on and the hunger gnawed at your stomach, you found yourself unable to sleep. Restlessness consumed you, causing you to toss and turn in bed, the covers tangling around your limbs. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for waking Seokjin from his peaceful slumber.

Feeling the weight of your guilt, you turned to face Seokjin, gently nudging him awake. His eyes fluttered open, blinking away the sleep, and a concerned smile graced his lips. "What's wrong, my love?" he asked, his voice filled with warmth.

You sighed, a mix of frustration and hunger evident in your voice. "I can't sleep, Jin. I'm so hungry, and it's keeping me awake," you confessed, your stomach grumbling in agreement.

Seokjin's eyes widened in realization, and he sat up, fully awake now. "Oh no, I can't have my love hungry and sleepless," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "Wait here, I have an idea."

With that, Seokjin slipped out of bed and disappeared into the kitchen. The sound of pots and pans clinking reached your ears, followed by the comforting aroma of simmering soup. Moments later, he returned, a tray in his hands, bearing a steaming bowl of warm soup and a gentle smile.

"Ta-da! Homemade soup, made with love," Seokjin announced, placing the tray on the bedside table. "I know it's not a grand feast, but I hope it will fill your tummy and bring you comfort."

You couldn't help but feel your heart melt at his thoughtfulness. "Jin, you didn't have to do this. Thank you," you said, your voice filled with gratitude.

Seokjin climbed back into bed, propping up pillows to create a comfortable nest. He handed you the spoon and encouraged you to eat, watching attentively as you savored each spoonful. The warmth of the soup spread through your body, easing both your hunger and your restlessness.

As you finished the last bite, Seokjin gently took the empty bowl from your hands, setting it aside. He turned to face you, his eyes softening with affection. "Now, my love, it's time for you to rest," he said, his voice laced with tenderness.

He pulled you into his embrace, the warmth of his body soothing your weary soul. You nestled against him, finding solace in his presence. With a gentle stroke of his hand against your hair, he began to sing. Being a singer made his comfort singing even sweeter. His voice was a lullaby that washed over you like a soft melody.

The worries and restlessness melted away as the familiar words of the lullaby enveloped you. Seokjin's voice, soft and gentle, filled the room, creating a cocoon of tranquility. With each word, you felt yourself drifting, your eyes growing heavy with sleep.

In Seokjin's embrace, you found peace. The rhythm of his heartbeat matched the melody of his lullaby, lulling you into a deep and peaceful slumber. The worries of the night faded away, replaced by dreams filled with love and warmth.

And as you slept soundly, Seokjin remained by your side, watching over you with a tender smile. In that moment, the world seemed to disappear, and all that mattered was the sweet serenity of your shared love.

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