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Take Flight

Pairing: Golden Eagle ! Seokjin x Human ! Reader

Genre: hybrid au, getting together

Rating: M

Warnings: language, kissing, making out, a bit of dry humping.

Summary: Seokjin had caught your fancy the moment you’d met him. He’d seemed so intimidating at first with those wide shoulders, that gorgeous face and, heaven have mercy, those towering wings. But, not long after meeting him, still too shy to properly look him in the eye, he’d eyed your burger and cracked a dad joke about it, and that’s when you’d started to fall.

Word count: 5.2K

A/N: This is part of the Hybrid Collab hosted by @jeonggukiepabo! The masterlist will be updated during the week, check out the other works y'all!

First date

You eyed the clock, seconds ticking by slower than they should. You were jittery, nervous, but there were still a few minutes left. You consciously chewed on your thumbnail.

Seokjin had caught your fancy the moment you’d met him. He’d seemed so intimidating at first with those wide shoulders, that gorgeous face and, heaven have mercy, those towering wings. But, not long after meeting him, still too shy to properly look him in the eye, he’d eyed your burger and cracked a dad joke about it, and that’s when you’d started to fall.

Seokjin had been new in town and worked with Jooheon, and then he just seamlessly snuck into your friend group. It had been fine. You’d pined after him for a bit, but didn’t say a thing. Why would this gorgeous eagle hybrid want you anyway, right?

The doorbell rang and you nearly jumped at how fast you were ripped from your thoughts. You were still fixated on the clock, he was two minutes early. You allowed yourself one glance in the mirror. Hair: perfectly styled. Make up: as good as it got. Clothing: perfect.

You opened the door, looked up, and the smile that spread on your face came so naturally that you didn’t even notice.

“Hi,” you squeaked. You couldn’t see Seokjin’s face, but his wings were tucked in tightly and he was impeccably dressed. Covering his face was a bouquet of flowers that put all the others to shame. Seokjin tilted his head to the side, finally allowing you to see the tiny, adorable, nervous little smile on his lips.

“Hi,” he said.

“Are those for me?” you gestured to the flowers, giddy, and Seokjin nodded, holding them out to you. You took them from him, unconsciously standing on your tiptoes. A smile spread on your face, shy and happy. “They’re so pretty, where’d you get them? Come in.”

You stepped inside and Seokjin followed, moving his wings back to fit through the door. It wasn’t the first time that Seokjin was in your house, and hopefully it wouldn’t be the last. There was a tension in the room though. This time felt different. It was different. You headed for the kitchen and started opening cabinets, searching for a vase.

“There’s this little flower shop near the cemetery that sells nice flowers,” Seokjin said and closed the front door behind him. You looked back at him as you put the found vase on the counter, “The owner, grows it all herself. This tiny harmless looking lioness hybrid. I thought she was a bobcat at first, to be honest.”

“That’s amazing. I didn’t know all these flowers grew at the same time.”

“They probably don’t, I suspect she’s into some sort of dark magic, I swear you’d think the same if you saw her garden. I asked her and she just denied it,” Seokjin’s smile turned sly, “she was probably lion.”

You snorted despite yourself, and just like that, the tension was broken. Seokjin wore a pleased smile, wings fluttering slightly, when you giggled.

You constantly had to draw your attention away from those wings. You couldn’t help but stare at them sometimes. They were so big, looked so heavy, but that was probably why Seokjin had such big shoulders. They were a beautiful shade of brown, feathers of all size. And when they moved, god, they dripped with power.

You kept wondering if Seokjin could fly. There were plenty of winged hybrids who couldn’t fly, but looking at how strong those wings were, you couldn’t help but wonder. Still, though, you never allowed yourself to stare for too long. Sometimes hybrids thought it to be impolite, which was understandable.

You busied yourself with the flowers, turning it this way and that, looking for a place to put it where it would keep longer. Somewhere cool, you suspected.

“Don’t tell her I said that,” Seokjin went on, “it might hurt her pride.” You giggled again, despite yourself.

“Stop, let’s go before I throw myself out of the window.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him to the door with you. He laughed but stopped before you could pull him too far.

Seokjin pulled you closer by the hand you gabbed him with, gently caressed your arm. He looked you up and down and warmth crept up to your cheeks, butterflies raved in your stomach. The fondness in Seokjin’s eyes as he took in your appearance made you want to disappear, but you also never wanted him to stop looking at you ever again.

“You look gorgeous,” Seokjin said, voice just as velvety as the moment felt, eyes just as soft. His wings were tucked tight behind him, but they flared just a bit before he spoke next. “Seeing you makes me so happy.”

You melted, and he noticed because his smile turned just a bit cuter. Seokjin never spoke like this, was never this open about his feelings toward you before, despite being friends. You were used to him becoming shy when the topic turned to you, and his ears were red now too, but you loved how he could just say it now.

You expected him to kiss you then, but to your disappointment, Seokjin pulled away.

“Come on, we have a date to get to,” he said, seeming just as giddy as you felt. You needed a second though, because almost being kissed by Kim Seokjin was a big deal in your book.

“Yeah,” you giggled, “A date.”

Your one condition (if you could even call it that) for going on a date with Seokjin was that you do nothing fancy. Seokjin was rather well off as a news anchor, but you didn’t want him to go over the top for you.

Instead, you slowly walked to a little coffee shop near your place. It was a place that neither of you knew well, but you’d wanted to try it for a while now.

You didn’t talk too much on the way, mainly commented to random things like a cute dog or a nice flower. Words flowed normally, though. You weren’t quite as nervous anymore, not as much as you were before Seokjin came over. He made you feel so comfy.

The coffee shop had such a story book aesthetic that you almost laughed at the neon sign. Seokjin smiled too and let you go inside first, putting his hand on the small of your back. You barely held back a shiver, didn’t notice the little bell at the door.

The girl at the counter greeted you with a warm smile as she took your orders. ‘Yura,’ her name tag said. She looked like a Yura. The girl seemed to have the same problem you did when it came to Seokjin’s wings, she wanted to look, but kept having to catch herself.

“If you order two muffins, with that, you get one free,” Yura said kindly and gestured to the specials board. Seokjin nodded.

“Sure,” he said and turned to you, “If you don’t want one I’ll just take both.”

You giggled but shook your head. “No way am I giving you my muffin, I’ll have blueberry.”

After gathering your order, getting to your seats proved a bit… difficult. Seokjin wasn’t a small man, and he had big wings, and the shop itself was rather small and tightly packed. It wasn’t exactly ideal for all hybrids, especially a nervous Seokjin.

You aimed for a window seat and put your stuff down. When you looked up, you found Seokjin stuck at a table, a few feathers fluttering down, a rather irritated patron next to him and a pastry laying on the floor.

“I’m so sorry, sir, let me replace that,” Seokjin quickly apologised, already bending down to pick up his lost feathers and the fallen pastry. He nearly cleared another table in doing so.

“Here, I’ll go,” you said and headed to the counter again. Seokjin just smiled, ears red.

By the time you finally did sit down, this time outside after Seokjin threw a plant over, he just rested his head on the table and groaned.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” you asked, couldn’t keep the fond smile off of your face nor out of your voice.

“That… catastrophe.” He sat upright again, a little pattern on his forehead from the wooden table. You didn’t mention it. “I’m usually better coordinated, I swear.”

“Is your wing alright?” you asked gently.

“Yeah,” Seokjin said and spread left wing a little, now having space to do so. On the inside was a red spot, feathers stained dark with blood. The wound wasn’t big, but Seokjin winced slightly. “Just lost some feathers, I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? That doesn’t look too good…” you worried, selfishly took the opportunity to get a good look at his wing. The feathers were arranged so beautifully. The colour was so pretty, a deep, warm brown. You were sure he could fly. Still, though, you were worried.

“Yeah, it’s not the first time, it’ll heal faster the less I tamper.” Seokjin sat straighter, relaxed his wings. He smiled at you, sipped his drink. You did the same, suddenly unsure of what to say. You were on a date. What do you talk about on a date? You already knew a fair deal about him, you’d talked to him plenty of times. The getting to know each other part was over, wasn’t it? Do you kiss, perhaps? Was that the difference?

“What are you thinking?” Seokjin asked, pulling you back to the present. You realised you’d zoned out with your eyes fixed on his lips. Not exactly an innocent place to stare, but god, those were some pretty lips…

“Uh,” you averted your gaze, looked at a tree, gathered your thoughts, and then finally looked back at Seokjin, this time with a slightly embarrassed smile. “I’m thinking that I suddenly don’t know what to say now that this is a date.”

He smiled too, seeming giddy again at the fact that this really was a date. “I think we just talk normally,” he said softly, “the only difference is that I’m allowed to call you beautiful, and you can tell me I’m handsome, and I can hold your hand if you want, and that we don’t really have to hold back, and that’s okay.”

You giggled, eyed him slyly. “Who says I think you’re handsome in the first place?”

“Because it’s a universal truth,” Seokjin said and you could tell that the confidence was only somewhat real because his ears were so red and his wings were a lot less relaxed. You giggled, he was so endearing. “Besides, am I wrong?”

Seokjin looked at you expectantly, leaned his head on his hand. You surveyed him, pretended to assess him but really you were just taking the opportunity to look your fill. He had such nice eyes, such good cheekbones, such a sharp jawline, such gorgeous fucking Bratz doll lips.

You wanted to kiss him. The thought came so suddenly and with such a dizzying force that you damn near toppled over. You swallowed, sat up straight, nodded.

“Yeah,” you smirked, “I guess I could see it.”

“Knew it,” Seokjin shook his head, “I’m the world wide handsome after all.”

You laughed, sipped your drink and all thoughts of this being some important date flew out of your head. It was just Seokjin. The beautiful local news anchor who somehow made teenager suddenly very interested in the goings on of the world, but still just the dork who you’ve pined after and flirted with these past few weeks.

“You are,” you said lightly, but still didn’t miss the way Seokjin’s wings fluttered happily at the comment

To call it a good date would be a crime. This was definitely in the top ten of the best dates in the history of dating.

You stared at your ceiling, still dressed up, face still full of makeup and hair still looking good. The date was perfect. Seokjin was – is – perfect. After the coffee shop, he’d stared at you and told you that he didn’t want it to end, so you went for a walk in the park. And then he bought you ice cream and then you’d sat at a park bench until the sun had set.

It was romantic, Seokjin was funny and you felt so comfortable. You felt so good. The only thing, the only reason why this date landed in the top ten instead of first was because of one simple little thing.

Seokjin didn’t kiss you.

It bothered you, only a little. Because he seemed like he’d wanted to. At your place, in the café, on that bench when the sun set. It seemed like he’d wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t, and you couldn’t figure out why.

Still though, you were so happy, Seokjin made you so happy.

You giggled to yourself, bit your lip, allowed yourself to squeal. And then got up to wash your face. You did not need your skin breaking out right now.

First kiss

“Your dad jokes are awful,” you said, but you couldn’t keep the giggle out of your voice. Seokjin walked next to you, goofy smile on his face.

“My dad jokes are best thing that’s ever happened to the world.”

“No, they’re not,” you deadpanned. Seokjin took one surprised look at you, wings flaring, and then burst out laughing. The window-cleaning sound made you start laughing too. Soon, you were just two idiots laughing on a sidewalk past ten at night.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Seokjin eventually said and laid his hand on the small of your back. The action was really something that you just could not get used to. It made you want to melt, it made you want to never leave his side.

It didn’t take long until you got to your front door. Seokjin stopped and you faced him. It scared you sometimes, how absolutely beautiful he was. It made you wonder if you should even be on a third date with someone as far out of your league as Seokjin was.

But the way he was looking at you now, it captivated you even more. Seokjin looked at you like you meant something to him. And he looked happy, his eyes looked tender. And he was looking at you.

“Seokjin,” you said softly.

“Hmm,” he hummed back, eyes smiling.

“Kiss me.”

Seokjin smiled brightly, his wings flared completely before he leaned in and kissed you. And god was it worth the wait.

Seokjin’s lips were pillowy soft, so soft that it literally made you gasp. You kissed back, leaned closer. Seokjin’s hand found your lower back and he pressed you against him, other hand at the back of your head and it felt so good, his hands were so big, his lips were so soft.

You buried your hand in his hair and Seokjin let out a tiny gasp. You got a hint of wet, and you immediately wanted more. With a small pull on Seokjin’s hair, you softly licked across his lips. You felt him smile against your mouth, you only noticed then that you were smiling too.

Then he deepened the kiss and your breath just whooshed out of your lungs. You gasped, Seokjin leaned even closer, moved his thumb to your cheek and kissed you so properly that you forgot every other kiss you’d ever gotten.

When he pulled away what could have been minutes or hours later, you blearily looked up at him, and he stared right back with wide, bright yellow eyes. It surprised you, it left you in awe just as much as the kiss did. Seokjin’s eagle eyes.

“Wow,” he whispered, which made you snap out of your haze and giggle. It was then that you’d realised that Seokjin’s wings had wrapped around you like a little cocoon. You stared in awe, but Seokjin slowly moved them back to their normal position.

“Sorry.” His ears were red and you smiled warmly.

“No, it’s cute.” Seokjin’s entire face flared red and you had to giggle. “Do you want to come in?”

Seokjin seemed surprised at the offer. You’d really just meant for a coffee or a glass of wine, and you only realised afterward that it sounded rather… well, not like coffee. Your face flared up at the thought, but you honestly would not have anything against that, either.

Seokjin shook his head, however. “Thank you, darling, but no, I really need to get home.” His voice was soft and there was a smile on his face.

Darling!

You tried to not look disappointed. Before you let him go, however, you gave him one last quick kiss. This time it made you more giddy than anything else. Seokjin seemed to share the sentiment.

When he left, you could have sworn there was a bit more of a skip in his step.

First touch

“You should let me cook for you again some time,” Seokjin said as you handed him a glass of wine. You smiled at the idea. He was an amazing cook, though a busy one. He did the evening news which didn’t leave much time for dinners. You usually did coffees.

“I’d love that, actually,” you said and plopped down next to him. It had only been after you’d invited him inside the first time that you’d realised you didn’t have a wing-friendly couch. Or… well your apartment wasn’t exactly furnished to accompany someone with enormous, beautiful eagle wings.

There was an order on its way though.

His wings looked awkward on the couch, somehow sprawled out but pulled in. He insisted that it was okay though, and that the couch was the best place to sit.

“So would I.” Seokjin smiled warmly and you reached out and took his hand. It still surprised you that you were allowed to show affection like this. You really had pined hopelessly at first.

You leaned in to kiss him, and then he jerked away. You didn’t realise why until you looked down and felt the wetness on your own leg; you’d spilt wine all over both of you.

“Oh, fuck I’m sorry!” you quickly put your glass on the table and ran to get a cloth. Seokjin was standing in seconds, too, checking your couch. You were more worried about him. His clothes were stained, and his wing too. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll try to get the stains out, I swear. Or like, replace your clothes or something,” you called from the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing to whine about, darling,” Seokjin called back and you giggled so hard you barely saw anything on your way back to the living room. The term of endearment also never ceased to make you feel giggly.

“Here,” you said and started to wipe away what you could on his thigh and his stomach. Seokjin silently let you, though his ears were red. When it came to the next stain, the one on his awkwardly angled wing, you hesitated and looked up for the okay.

You had avoided the topic of Seokjin’s wings for a while now, not knowing if it was impolite to ask, to touch. So you’d just said nothing and waited for him to bring it up.

“I’ll get it, don’t worry,” Seokjin said and held his hand out for the cloth. You hesitated again, looked down. You wanted to, though. You handed him the cloth anyway, and Seokjin softly tried to rub out the stain.

“Will it… does it stain?” you asked.

“Nah,” he said, “I can wash it out with soap.”

“I’m sorry,” you said again. Seokjin shook his head.

“Seriously, don’t worry. They’re durable.”

“They look strong,” you said, a bit dreamily, a bit daring. Seokjin stopped and put the cloth down, now probably forever stained with wine. He sat back, you had a feeling he was spreading his wings out more than before, and looked at you. You couldn’t guess what was going on in his head, but it was definitely something.

“They are,” he simply said. You nodded. You wanted to ask more but you were too nervous, too scared of offending him. You weren’t sure about the protocol. Seokjin gently hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your gaze back to his. Those pretty, kind eyes. “You can ask me, Y/n. Ask me anything.”

You swallowed. How did you get so lucky?

“Can you fly?” you asked, you’d been wondering about it ever since you’d met him. Seokjin laughed like he’d expected the question.

“Yes,” he said. Your eyes went wide. That was so cool!

“Wow, really?” Seokjin nodded.

“How?”

“I don’t know, I just wing it.” The way he delivered the joke with a straight face made you chuckle again. You somehow couldn’t get enough of these jokes, no matter how lame they were.

“You should show me sometime. If you – if you want to. I don’t know, whatever.” You shook your head to clear it and ignored Seokjin’s amused expression. “Do you shed feathers like I shed hair?”

Seokjin laughed loudly at the question but answered nonetheless. “Yes.”

You giggled too, and allowed yourself to look at Seokjin’s beautiful, brown wings. They really looked powerful enough to fly. You wondered if he could carry someone, but decided not to ask that just yet. You wanted to touch them. You really wanted to touch them…

“Can I…” you stopped and bit your lip. Seokjin raised an eyebrow expectantly, but still friendly and open. You dared. “Can I touch?’

Seokjin smiled but rubbed the back of his neck nervously and you immediately regretted asking. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Just as you were about to apologize, Seokjin spoke, “You can touch them,” he said, a bit bashful, a bit shy, “but they’re sensitive.”

“You don’t have to let me, you know?”

“That’s… that’s not it. I want you to, I wouldn’t mind, like, at all, but.” Seokjin stopped, averted his gaze, swallowed. “They’re very, very sensitive, depending on where or how you touch. It’s like when I touch the inside of your thighs,” Seokjin’s eyes drifted to your legs and he looked like – he looked like he wanted to. Just the thought of it made you want to melt. Or jump him. Oh god. “Or – or when I kiss behind your ear. Or run my fingers down your spine.” You swallowed and Seokjin’s gaze, the way he just looked at the places he was talking about like he wanted to. He looked away, ears slightly red. “Yeah, it’s hard to explain. Touching my wings would be like kissing my neck or touching my thighs. I don’t mind, but it’s up to you if you want to.”

Boy, did you want to. You swallowed. You really, really wanted to, but touching his wings would inevitably lead to other things, and he just made clear that he was okay with that. You were okay with that too. You were definitely so okay with that.

But saying it, outright saying it, made you just a tad bit nervous. You looked down and said again, “Can I touch your wings, then?”

The fact that Seokjin, confident, worldwide handsome Seokjin, let out a shaky breath because of a single sentence erased any doubts you had. “Yeah,” Seokjin said and then added, rather unexpectedly, “please.”

You let out a shaky breath yourself and moved closer. Seokjin’s eyes seemed to slightly change back to that yellow colour, but you weren’t sure. You focused back on his wings, though.

Gently, softly, you reached out and lay your hand on the outside of Seokjin’s wing, stroking softly. The muscle shifted under your hand and Seokjin shivered. It was soft, though. His feathers felt soft and unlike something you’d felt before.

“Wow,” you said, “they’re so soft.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin just breathed out. You looked back at him and his jaw seemed a bit tense.

“What…” you swallowed, but dared, “what happens when I touch here?” You stroked your fingers over the inside of Seokjin’s wing this time and he gasped.

“That’s where it gets very sensitive,” he said, voice tight.

“And when I move in?” you moved your hand closer and closer to his back, where the feathers got softer and Seokjin shivered.

“Then I’m gonna get hard.” Seokjin said it fast like he needed to get the words out, like he was nervous but wanted to be honest.

“And here?” you were nervous too, but the want to play a bit, to touch Seokjin and to rile him up was stronger than nerves. You traced your finger over the spot where Seokjin’s wings met his back and he honest to god moaned.

It made something hot stir in your stomach, something primal and beyond logic. Seokjin moaned, and you wanted him to do it again. You kept your touches light and watched, trying to see what made him feel the best.

Seokjin’s back was arched, it looked like guilty pleasure was painted over his features. His wings were spread wide now, flared out in your living room completely and it was only then that you could truly appreciate how big they were.

“They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful,” you said and Seokjin opened his eyes, a bit hooded, completely yellow.

“Y/n,” he said, voice breathy, “What do you want with me?”

The way he said it, the way he offered himself to you on a silver platter. God, you fell. You just fell.

“Kiss me?” you suggested, and Seokjin did just that. He pulled you onto his lap and kissed you so thoroughly that all breath left your body. Any rhyme or reason to your brain just flowed right out. Seokjin kissed like he meant it. Seokjin kissed like he loved you.

You pushed that thought right out of your head. It was too early. Instead, you focused on Seokjin’s pillow soft lips, and god, he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You mewled softly and he drank it up. It seemed to spur Seokjin on, he pulled you closer, kissed you deeper. You were dizzy, head fuzzy, body hot.

You trailed a finger down the inside of Seokjin’s wing again, the other one this time, and he groaned into your mouth before pulling away. He looked at you for a moment before closing his eyes, just enjoying.

“Feels good,” he breathed out, kissed you again.

“Yeah?” you asked, touching both wings now. Seokjin bucked up reflectively and for the first time you felt something hard against your leg. You gently trailed your lips down his neck.

“Yeah. Love when you touch me.”

“Can I touch you there?” you asked carefully, looking down at Seokjin’s lap. He was undoubtedly very hard in his pants right now, you were surprised at how fast this turned him on. Seokjin made a little noise in the back of his throat but nodded anyway.

“Please.”

You lay your hand on his hard on, just put the tiniest amount of pressure there to get a reaction. Seokjin moaned, satisfied but needing more.

Your panties were slowly being ruined.

You palmed him a bit through his boxers and Seokjin wasn’t afraid of being vocal. “Come here,” he after only a few moments. He grabbed your wrists and pulled you closer to kiss you again, this time with heat instead of tenderness. Messy instead of careful.

After a few more drawn out kisses you were so out of breath that you gasped for air. Seokjin moved away to let you breathe but it didn’t help. He trailed his beautiful lips from your jaw to your shoulder and then worked the spot under your ear until it almost stung. You were gasping, those sinful, goddamn lips.

You shifted on his lap, squirming due to the intensity. Seokjin let out tiny sounds into your neck and you thought it came from the pleasure of devouring your neck until you shifted just right. You’d been squirming on his dick, and it was now perfectly positioned to put pressure on your clit.

“Seokjin,” you moaned and he shivered.

“You sound pretty,” he said, rocked you a little onto his cock. “This still good? You still good, darling?”

Darling, fuck. You shivered. He’d called you that a few times now, but never like that.

“Yeah, yes, Seokjin – Jin,” you just let the words flow, knew that it didn’t matter if you were vocal and talkative, Seokjin thought you sounded pretty.

“Jin?” Seokjin mused, “I like that.”

You rocked your hips onto his, let yourself get lost in the movement, in the noises Seokjin was making. His wings were completely flared out now, back arched to give them a bit of space to move.

You trailed your finger over the place where feather met skin once more, and Seokjin jerked.

“Jin,” you asked, sending a shiver through him, making his feathers ruffle, “take me to the bedroom?”

“Yeah?” he checked.

“Yeah. Please.”

Seokjin kissed you deeply, less frantic, slower. It was comforting, safe and it made a warmth bloom in your chest that burned all the way to your tippy toes.

“Of course, darling.”

“You know,” Seokjin whispered, running his fingers up and down your naked shoulder, “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

You giggled and shifted closer, enjoying the feel of his feathers against your skin. Wings, you were learning, were practical in a bed. He’d slung his over the lower half of your body and the warmth it brought was amazing.

“Me too.”

“I’m glad we did it now, though. Now was perfect.”

“Definitely.” You pecked him on the lips, too tired for a real kiss. Your body was sore, your mind was hazy and happy and you were so very warm. It wouldn’t take long for you to pass out.

“I’m going to take you flying one day,” Seokjin whispered after a while. You were somewhere on the edges between conscious and unconscious, and you just hummed in response, not really taking anything in. “One day, when you say yes to me, I’m going to fly with you.”

“Can’t wait,” you mumbled back. And then you were gone.

First flight

Seokjin’s arms around you were tight and secure, and you’ve never felt safer in your life, despite being way high in the sky, despite the thin air and the cold wind.

“You good, darling?” he asked in your ear, beat his powerful wings once before settling into a glide. You swallowed heavily. Yes, you were good. You were great, you were happy, you were peaceful and safe and happy with watching the sunrise like this.

“I love you,” you said lowly.

“What?” Seokjin spoke loudly over the wind.

“I love you, Kim Seokjin!” you laughed loudly this time, you almost thought the tiny people way down on the ground could hear you. You knew they couldn’t, though, and you liked it that way.

Seokjin’s arms tightened around you and it almost hurt, but it didn’t. It just felt so good. You were soaring so high in the sky, and Seokjin buried his head in your neck and said.

“I love you, too.”

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