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I love it! This story is everything I love, a little bit of mystery, fluff and passion! Thank you so much and I'm sure I'll read this one over and over again!!!

Beyond Business Hours

▻▻ pairing: CEO Taehyung x Female OC Anastasia ▻▻ genre/au: Non-Idol, Co-Workers to lovers, First Person POV, Fluff/Smut ▻▻ Rating: MA 🔞 ▻▻ WC: 11,664 ⚠️ oral m receiving, sex, cursing, power play, whipped taetae ▻▻ Story written for Theresa - @mrsparkjimin18 as part of the @bangtanwritershq Exchange Event “New Year, New Love” ▻▻ Summary: Taehyung is the CEO of a large conglomerate, OC is a workaholic that practically lives at the office. Through secret tokens of affection, someone is trying to get Anastasia's attention, which she mistakes for someone else. An office triangle quickly fades leaving room for only one true lover. ▻▻A/N: Huge thank you to Jasz- @downbad4yoongi , Leah- @colormepurplex2, and Ella- @oddinary4bts for beta reading and helping me with this one!!

In the bustling world of corporate deadlines and late-night board meetings, I find solace in being my coworkers’ morning light and last smile of their day. My name is Anastasia, and my routine as the office's early bird is to prepare the team's elixir—coffee—and craft an array of breakfast snacks to fortify us for the challenges that lie ahead. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the palpable anticipation of the day's endeavors, setting the stage for productivity. I’m also the last one to leave, mostly submerged in the glow of my computer screen, immersed in the intricate dance of numbers and strategies.

Friday evening, after a particularly hectic day at the office, I clean and tidy my desk space then go to the employee’s lounge and sit in one of the massage chairs to relax and proofread a report for a colleague. The fresh lemon scent, left behind by the custodial team, and the chair’s comfort must have hinted to my body that I needed rest.

I startle myself awake after hearing the office door close. Blinking my eyes heavily, I realize I am covered in a blanket that wasn’t here before. I stand and fold the blanket neatly, placing it on the chair, then walk out of the lounge to see if anyone is still around. Looking around in the darkness, my arms prickle with goosebumps from the chill in the air. Whoever it was, I will have to thank them next week.

In the soft glow of the incandescent lighting, Taehyung finds himself captivated by a sight that stirs emotions he hadn't anticipated. She lays there with stray tendrils of hair framing her face like delicate strokes on a canvas, and her chest rises and falls, mirroring the night’s rhythmic tranquility. Taehyung feels an unfamiliar flutter in his chest as he observes her in this vulnerable state; a cascade of admiration unfurls within him. The way her eyelashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks—a portrait of ethereal beauty that leaves him breathless.

Yet, amid the intoxicating allure of this nocturnal revelation, an undercurrent of hesitation and fear courses through him. Taehyung grapples with the delicate balance between admiration and trepidation. He longs to express the enchantment he feels, to confess the beauty he finds in her tranquil repose, but the fear of disrupting this serene moment with the weight of his emotions holds him back. His hand hovers over her cheek as he silently ponders the vulnerability that comes with unveiling such sentiments. What if his words disrupt the delicate equilibrium they share as boss and employee? The risk of changing the dynamics of that relationship looms large, a daunting prospect that keeps him tethered to the realm of unspoken feelings, aimlessly bringing his hand back to his side.

With tender consideration, Taehyung retreats to his office. He moves toward his armoire, opening the door to reveal a neatly folded blanket. The fabric, a cocoon of warmth, holds a hint of his own comforting presence, having accompanied him through countless late nights and early mornings. Taehyung makes his way back to Anastasia’s side, and as he unfurls the blanket, a cascade of gentle folds unfurls beneath his fingertips. Its texture whispers stories of resilience, having offered solace during moments of stress and quiet reflection. This, too, becomes a part of the gesture—a piece of himself offered to shield her from the night's cool embrace. Approaching her with a measured step, Taehyung regards her slumbering form with a mixture of fondness and protectiveness. He bends down with a grace born of respect, draping the blanket with a feather-light touch. The fabric cocoons her in a sanctuary of warmth, an extension of his care enveloping her. In this small act of kindness, there's a concealed language—a quiet exchange of warmth. The room, adorned with the hushed whispers of the night, bears witness to a moment where the boundaries between boss and employee may be something more, a delicate blur that is obscured by the shared intimacy of the night and the tenderness woven into the simple act of covering her with a blanket.

The weekend is a brief respite from the rigors of the workweek, allowing creativity to flow for thoughtful gestures. In this, I dedicate my time to heartfelt and creative snowflake-shaped soap bars for my team members. Each snowflake is set atop tissue paper inside a cupcake holder and wrapped in transparent paper. With a touch of excitement, I look forward to the moment when I can share these. Their glistening surfaces reflect not only a wintry aesthetic but also the warmth of a friendly gesture that embodies these soap bars, creating a unique harmony. The workweek begins not merely with routine but with a sprinkle of holiday magic.

Monday morning comes quickly, and I step out on the adventure of carrying a box of fragile, individually wrapped soaps through the metro. Navigating the subway with its surge of hurried commuters demands a delicate choreography of movement. Each step is a calculated dance, weaving through the ebb and flow of human currents while safeguarding the precious contents within the box. The soap seems to hold its breath in unison as I skillfully navigate the narrow gaps and sudden turns, determined to shield them from the whirlwind. The weight of the box, with the anticipation of gifting joy, adds a layer of complexity to the logistical ballet required in these bustling transit hubs. Upon reaching the office elevators, the challenge persists in the confined space, accommodating a crowd becoming a puzzle.

I reach my desk and quickly place the box on the corner. The movement causes my purse to crash from where it’s been dangling haphazardly. As I apologize for the sound, I notice a note on my desk. I open a drawer to place my purse and pick up the note that reads, I admire your dedication. Please take care of yourself and rest. I made the coffee and placed the snacks.

Who could this be from?

The handwriting seems familiar, but I can’t place it exactly. With a smile on my lips, I glance around the large office space to see if anyone is watching. One person is standing at another’s desk, his cascading waves of rich, chestnut hair effortlessly in place, framing a forehead that seems to carry the weight of brilliant thoughts, is Department Director, Park Seojun.

I have fancied this man from the first day he walked into our company. Could he finally be noticing me after all these years of working together? I raise the note and nod in thanks, to which he smiles and looks away. I never pegged Seojun as the shy type, but I will thank him again when I hand out the gifts.

Walking around, passing out the snowflake soaps, our CEO interrupts my journey with a warm smile. There’s a peaceful beauty that radiates from him as he stands in front of me. Mr. Kim, or Kim Taehyung, the charismatic CEO known for his sharp mind and relentless work ethic. His ability to inspire and uplift has transformed him into more than just a CEO; he is a beloved figure, celebrated for his business prowess and the warmth and sincerity he brings to every endeavor. With every stride he exudes confidence, and his piercing gaze hints at a depth that captivates everyone.

Every woman is infatuated with him, including myself. Kim Taehyung is dreamy and handsome and makes everything he touches turn to gold. While I can gaze from afar, I also understand nothing would ever transpire between us due to our social statuses. A girl can dream, though.

With a gentle and deliberate gesture, I extend my hand towards Mr. Kim, cradling one of the soaps in my palm like a small offering. The soap, a miniature work of art, glints in the bright light, its surface adorned with a frosty dusting that mimics the allure of freshly fallen snow.

“Mr. Kim, I made these for everyone. I hope you like it.”

He brings it to his nose and inhales deeply, taking in the delicate scent of vanilla with a hint of syrupy richness, imagining this is what she smells like, fresh from a shower with water droplets clinging to her skin, beads of water gracefully sliding down her extremities. He clears his throat, bringing him back to reality.

Taehyung takes the handwritten tag between his fingers and quietly says, “Happy Holidays.” He chuckles and brings his voice a little louder, “Thank you, Anastasia, it smells lovely…” My body unexpectedly flushes with heat as the deep timbre of his voice wraps around the syllables of my name, dancing in the air between us. “These must have kept you extremely busy over the weekend.”

“Oh no, Sir. It’s something simple, and I enjoyed every minute. Especially since they’re for the people I’m with the most.” Taehyung smiles fondly. I watch his eyes follow my hand as I press the back of my fingers to my cheek in hopes of cooling my face, and then I bow my head to continue passing out gifts.

At the end of the day, I organize some papers in preparation for the next day and Seojun keeps me company. We chat about everything but work, making the time fly by. Part of me wonders if this is so I don’t fall asleep again, but either way, it’s nice to have an extra set of hands and someone to talk to. I’ve always noticed Seojun’s handsome features, and today, it feels like he’s noticing me, too.

I feel a low heat paint my cheeks as we enter the elevator and descend to the building’s lobby. His kind gesture of walking me to the train station makes my body temperature rise. I wave goodbye and take in how nicely the street lamp reflects in his eyes, leaving them glossy.

Upon arriving at our Tuesday morning meeting, I see there are small gifts displayed at every seat around the conference table. All are the same except mine. A pretty teal box with a white bow stands out against the sea of red and black boxes around the table. While everyone eagerly opens their boxes and marvels at the new watches they received, I can’t help but question why mine is different. I slowly open the box to not draw attention to myself and peek inside to see a hair clip covered with pearls and crystals. I widen my eyes and quickly put the lid back on, surely this gift was a mistake. Not quick enough, though, as the secretary Yeji gasps from behind me.

“Anastasia! You’re so lucky to be the only woman manager on this team! You got the best gift!” I smile politely and duck my head in gratitude. Then, I lift my eyes in search of who it could be from. As everyone returns to small chatter, I lock eyes with Seojun, and he simply winks before turning to the man speaking next to him. Everyone’s gifts were from Mr. Kim or the company, really. Seojun must have swapped mine out. But why would he be giving me a different gift? First, a thoughtful note, and now this. I begin to feel shy and can’t help the small smile forming on my mouth. I pick up the report I am going to brief on and try to focus on the main points.

Mr. Kim arrives, and it’s business as usual. A hush blankets the room as I stand at the front, ready to deliver my briefing. The air is dense with the rustle of papers, each team member engrossed in the report’s contents spread out before them. However, my attention is drawn to Mr. Kim, whose gaze sets him apart from the rest.

His eyes reflect an intense hunger for the words I am about to share. In the symphony of focused glances and furrowed brows, his eyes stand out as a crescendo.

As I begin to speak, tracing the lines of the report with my words, his eyes remain fixed on me, an unwavering gaze that seems to devour each syllable as if my words hold the key to unlocking a reservoir of ideas and possibilities within him.

His lips part, and his tongue glides across them, leaving behind a glistening sheen. My concentration pauses, but before anyone notices, I swallow hard and get back on track. The corner of Mr. Kim’s lips rises slightly before his eyes leave mine, and he looks down at his papers.

Taehyung finds himself ensnared in a captivating distraction that eclipses the agenda before him. Framed by the professional setting, Anastasia’s presence interrupts his concentration. He finds himself hanging on to every syllable, mesmerized by the way she effortlessly commands attention. Confidence and beauty radiating from her every move. Taehyung attempts to refocus, to anchor himself on the details of the briefing, but the magnetic pull of her captivating presence persists. Her features hold his gaze hostage. Each word uttered becomes a distant murmur, eclipsed by the allure of the subtle play of expressions on her face. Taehyung attempts to focus on the briefing, yet his mind involuntarily drifts, entranced by the sheer radiance that disrupts the corporate environment. Beneath the surface of professionalism, a quiet struggle unfolds within him. He wrestles with adoration and the need to fulfill his responsibilities. The struggle becomes evident in stolen glances and a mind attempting to reconcile the unexpected distraction in the workplace.

It’s crunch time in the office. The week before a holiday usually means last-minute reports to meet unrealistic deadlines. I prepared my team ahead of time on information I may need so no one has to stay too late. An hour after the last team member leaves, I am halfway through the report. I pull my hair back in my new hair clip and make more coffee for myself and Seojun, who also stayed behind.

I glance down the hallway toward Mr. Kim’s office and notice his light is still on. I should see if he would also like coffee. I knock on the doorframe since his door is already open, and he looks up while running a hand through his hair. His eyes soften, then trail from my face to my legs and back up. I clear my throat, “Sir, would you like some coffee? I was just about to make another pot.”

“I’d love some,” he replies raspily.

Unsure if he expects me to serve him, I ask, “Should I… bring it to you, Sir?”

“No, no. I will come to grab it. Thank you, and please… call me Taehyung.”

I make my way back to the lounge and brew the coffee. I wipe down the counter while inhaling the first scent of the boiling water passing through the grinds. The door opens as I pull out three mugs, and Seojun walks in.

“I knew I smelled a fresh brew!” He smiles and stretches his arms above his head, breathing in the aroma. “You knew exactly what I needed.”

I giggle, “I figured if I wanted some, you would too.” I grab the finished coffee and begin to pour the cups.

“Oh. Three mugs? Who else is here?” Seojun asks. Just as I am about to answer, Taehyung walks in, answering Seojun’s question.

“That smells lovely, Anastasia. You’re still here too, Seojun?” Taehyung reaches for his mug, and I hand it to him, our fingers grazing ever so slightly, and an electrical spark courses through my veins.

“Are you both excited for the holiday party this Friday?”

Seojun groans, “Mr. Kim, no one truly likes mandatory fun. Sure, it’s a nice break, but let’s be real. We’d all just love to have the day off instead.”

Taehyung raises an eyebrow and brings his mug to his lips. I kick Seojun slightly before adding my opinion. “I actually look forward to our parties! It brings everyone together and gives them a little break from the everyday stressors. It’s just a little way we can show appreciation to our team members.”

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Taehyung’s eyes shimmered with genuine admiration. The soft glow in his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of respect and appreciation. In that unguarded moment, his admiration paints an exquisite portrait, revealing a veiled connection. Our silent exchange is interrupted by the sound of water running and Seojun ranting, “I’m just saying, a day off isn’t a bad gesture either.”

Light laughter and a little chit-chat later, our coffee is gone. Reminding us of the work that still lies ahead for the evening. We part ways, and as I walk back to my desk, I notice another gift. A box of Royce chocolate with a QR code attached. Under the code is written, “A playlist for you to muster through the rest of your work.” I pull out my phone and scan the code, then fish out my earphones to listen. I put them in my ears and press the play button. A carefully curated list of lo-fi melodies serenades me.

I pop a piece of chocolate in my mouth and revel in the rich, velvety sweetness that melts on my tongue. Typing away at my report, I finish way ahead of what I expected. Satisfied with the completion of the project, I lean back in my chair and stretch, feeling the satisfying pop of tension releasing from my shoulders. Just as I'm about to pack up, Seojun rounds my desk.

"I see you've got another gift from your admirer. How intriguing," he says, looking at the chocolate box.

Blushing, I reply, "Yeah, it is. I wonder who it could be."

Seojun leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper, "Maybe it's someone closer than you think."

"Perhaps you're onto something," I respond with a coy smile.

His demeanor changes from seductive confidence to nervousness, “I was wondering if I could drive you home tonight.”

“After these wonderful treats, I’d love that.” Seojun smiles and holds out his arm for me to wrap my hand around his bicep. I mention the playlist as we’re walking, and he simply notes how he loves music and how it can help him power through any task.

On the car ride, I notice Seojun’s music choice is vastly different from what he made for my playlist, but who doesn’t like a wide variety of genres for different situations?

On the street in front of my condo, Seojun fidgets as we stand awkwardly in the cold silence. Then he blurts, “I was wondering if maybe…maybe you’d like to go on a date? The week is almost over, and we can relax and get to know each other at the holiday party and over the weekend.”

Smitten with such thoughtful gifts and attention, I agree, excited to slowly get to know what he’s like outside of work.

Taehyung watches the whole scene unfold from the lounge at the office, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Seojun is using the situation to his advantage. The subtle satisfaction of his secret gestures resonates within him, leaving the intricate dance of admiration and jealousy to bubble in his chest.

The winter wonderland office party transforms the ordinary workspace into a magical realm of enchantment. As employees step through the entrance adorned with glistening icicles and twinkling fairy lights, they are transported into a world of snow-covered charm and festive delights.

The office space has undergone a complete metamorphosis, with walls draped in shimmering silver and white fabrics resembling cascading snow. Soft, ethereal lighting creates a warm and inviting atmosphere, mimicking the gentle glow of a winter moon. Decorative snowflakes adorn the ceilings, gently swaying as if caught in a serene winter breeze.

Tables are elegantly dressed in crisp white linens with centerpieces of glittering snow globes and silver candle holders. Snow-dusted pine cones and faux fur accents add a touch of rustic charm to the winter wonderland theme. Entertainment takes on a wintry flair, with a speaker playing classic holiday tunes. Colleagues gather, talking and laughing as they celebrate the joyous occasion.

As laughter echoes and colleagues mingle, Taehyung's eyes frequently find mine across the room. Each stolen glance exchanged between us feels like a silent conversation, a secret dance of unspoken words. A shy smile on his lips pairs with a playful twinkle in my eye. In those little moments, amidst the ambient noise, a connection sparks.

Could Taehyung, the charming CEO, also be interested in me? First Seojun and now Taehyung. It’s like I’m in a fever dream.

I find myself heading towards the drink table at the same time as Taehyung. The air is charged with a palpable energy that neither of us acknowledges. We both reach for the same bottle of cherry coke simultaneously, and our hands brush lightly in the process. The brush of his hand against mine causes a small electrical shock that sends subtle shivers down my spine. The gentle touch is fleeting, a dance of fingers that hints at a suppressed connection. In the midst of the holiday chaos, Taehyung's touch becomes a comforting anchor, grounding me in a moment that feels like a chapter from a romantic novel.

The energy between us heightens as the gathering progresses, fueled by the festive ambiance and perhaps a hint of shared excitement. Taehyung's playful smile and the way his eyes linger on mine suggest a narrative that extends beyond the office walls. It is a magnetic pull, an invisible force drawing us closer in a setting that seems tailor-made for unexpected connections.

In the midst of a conversation with Taehyung, Seojun interrupts with a confident stride and a charming smile playing on his lips. His sudden appearance disrupts the subtle tension that was building between Taehyung and I. Seojun's eyes flicker knowingly between us as if he senses the hidden undercurrents.

"Apologies for the intrusion, but I couldn't help overhearing the intriguing discussion," he says, seamlessly intertwining himself into the dialogue. Taehyung, ever the composed figure, regards Seojun with an unreadable expression while I navigate the unexpected shift in dynamics. "Anastasia, I hope you don't mind if I steal you away for a moment. There's something I'd love to discuss with you."

Before I can respond, Seojun extends his arm with a playful twinkle in his eye, and I find myself swept into the current of his charm, leaving Taehyung behind with a mysterious expression.

I eagerly await a coffee date with Seojun, envisioning a cozy and intimate moment. However, my expectations crumble when he arrives significantly late, with no apology or explanation. The initial disappointment simmers into frustration as he seems indifferent to his tardiness. His lateness, initially just a minor inconvenience, morphs into a cascade of frustrations that cast a shadow over what was supposed to be a delightful morning.

He is distracted, checking his phone incessantly and responding with monosyllabic answers. His lack of engagement is apparent, and the atmosphere feels awkward. I try to suppress my disappointment, but the conversation struggles to maintain a natural flow as the rhythm of our interaction feels forced.

The situation worsens when suddenly, an abrasive movement from Seojun adjusting his seat jolts the table, sending ripples through the surface of the coffee. In a heartbeat, the hot liquid breaches the mug's edge, cascading over the table's edge and onto my lap. A fleeting moment of shock is quickly replaced by the searing sensation of warmth spreading across my thighs.

The coffee, now liberated from the confines of the mug, continues its descent to the floor. It forms a dark puddle around the legs of the table, creating an expanding stain on the cafe's floor.

I instinctively stand up, the warmth intensifying as the liquid soaks into my clothing. A mixture of embarrassment and discomfort washes over me as I reach for napkins, only to be met with Seojun using them all on the table. The cafe staff rushes over, offering assistance and apologies, their faces expressing empathy for the unforeseen mishap.

Rather than offering an apology, Seojun chuckles it off. I excuse myself to the restroom. I dampen a paper towel with cold water and delicately begin to blot at the coffee stains. The wet fabric clings to my skin, causing my skin to prickle with bumps. My fingers dance over the fabric, kneading and pressing, hoping that the water and friction will work their magic to lessen the stain.

After what feels like an eternity, I assess my handiwork. The stains have lightened, but the fabric remains damp and wrinkled. With a final glance in the mirror, I take a deep breath and head back to the table.

Attempting to salvage the date, I steer the conversation toward shared interests, only to find we have none. After a few beats of weird silence, Seojun abruptly announces he needs to leave early, citing a vague reason.

I am left alone, sipping a lukewarm coffee, pondering how a date that held such promise could unravel so completely. Now, I’m questioning the connection I once felt.

Later that night, Seojun apologizes and we both agree to try again with a dinner date the following day.

The anticipation of a dinner date sends a delightful thrill through me as I carefully select the perfect outfit, aiming to impress. The evening holds the promise of connection and shared moments, and I want to make a lasting impression.

In my closet, I sift through options, deliberating between the chic dress that exudes confidence or the classy yet casual ensemble that emanates effortless charm. I settle on the latter with a long pleated, beige skirt paired with a walnut brown slouchy sweater.

I can’t help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of sharing good food, smiles, and engaging conversation. With anticipation, I add the finishing touches – a dust of subtle makeup, a hint of my favorite fragrance, and a pair of comfy heeled boots that click with every step.

Though I thought Seojun would've picked me up for the date, there is a little solace in catching a taxi and enjoying some alone time.

The date unfolds like a series of mismatched puzzle pieces desperately trying to fit together, first by his late arrival– again. When the doors open for the umpteenth time, I smile brightly at Seojun's arrival. Then, I begin to notice Seojun's lackadaisical approach to impress. He opted for a casual ensemble, but instead of a smart-casual outfit, he chose faded jeans and a slightly wrinkled button-down shirt. The jeans, worn at the knees, hint at a well-loved but perhaps overly casual wardrobe choice for a dinner setting.

My eyes continue down to his choice of footwear, further emphasizing the lack of consideration for the event, sporting worn sneakers; a stark contrast to the refined ambiance of the restaurant. As he walks closer to me, it becomes evident that Seojun's grooming routine has also fallen short of the occasion. His hair, usually neatly styled, appears slightly disheveled, and a hint of stubble suggests a lack of personal grooming.

The more we try to connect throughout dinner, the more apparent it becomes that we have nothing in common. What had initially seemed like an exciting opportunity for romance quickly devolves into a struggle to find common ground. Our interests diverge so drastically that even casual banter feels like navigating a minefield. I, an avid art enthusiast, attempt to share my passion for galleries and exhibitions, only to be met with a blank stare from Seojun, who confesses to having little interest in the arts.

My love for outdoor activities clashes with Seojun's preference for the indoors, and even the topic of favorite movies fails to unearth any shared ground. The more we try to bridge the gap, the more the conversation feels like an unwelcome guest at the table and attempts at humor fall flat. Even the ambiance of the restaurant, with its soft lighting and cozy atmosphere, can’t salvage the sinking ship of our mismatched compatibility.

As the evening wears on, we both silently acknowledge the inevitable truth: the differences are too profound to overcome. The date, initially filled with anticipation, ends with a polite exchange of goodbyes that carry a shrouded understanding that this date will likely be the last. Despite the initial spark of attraction, the absence of shared interests and lack of connection extinguish the flames of any possible romantic relationship.

Embracing the busyness of the work weeks becomes a deliberate choice, a conscious effort to fill the void left by the failed dates. In a surprising turn of events, Taehyung has appointed me as his special project manager. The responsibility brings with it a unique blend of excitement and challenge as I find myself at the helm of overseeing and coordinating projects that hold significant importance. The role requires a delicate balance of planning, communication, and understanding of Taehyung's vision while also translating his creative ideas into tangible and successful outcomes.

On the day of an important meeting, I find myself restless with a mix of excitement and nerves. Determined to ensure everything goes smoothly, I make the decision to arrive at the office early. The pre-dawn stillness envelopes the workplace as I navigate through dimly lit corridors. With each passing minute, my anticipation intensifies, and I try to meticulously review my notes, ensuring that every detail is in place for the impending meeting. But the energy is too much.

I walk to Taehyung’s office and set up the little accessories we need for the meeting, which isn’t happening for hours. Once everything is in place, my gaze instinctively skims across the room, taking in the distinctive details that reveal the personality and tastes of its occupant. The furniture and decor reflect a balance between functionality and aesthetic appeal.

The walls are adorned not with individual achievements but with cherished memories and timeless art pieces. Shelves and bookcases displayed a collection of well-organized books, offering insights into their interests and intellectual pursuits. The color palette of the room, whether vibrant or subdued, conveyed a sense of style and preference.

As I continue to glance around the room, my eyes are drawn to the wardrobe standing tall against the wall. The rich, dark wood with a polished surface and brass handles adorning the elegantly carved doors reflects a tasteful blend of classic design and modern functionality. The doors are not completely flush, and a sense of curiosity propels me to investigate further. As I stand closer, I notice a familiar fabric caught in the door's crevice. I open the door to push the material back into place when I recognize it’s the same blanket that I woke up underneath in the employee’s lounge.

I have a moment of revelation as I piece together the puzzle that had eluded me for some time. It dawns on me that Taehyung must have been the person who, in a gesture of warmth and thoughtfulness, placed the blanket on me. The fabric, now inconspicuously tucked away, carries with it the subtle traces of a considerate act. A combination of surprise and appreciation sweeps over me.

And it wasn’t Seojun’s gesture, but Taehyung’s.

I make note of this and continue to his desk, looking for a sticky note to leave a nice morning message. I must not have grabbed any because his desk is still sleek, with only the items I brought in. Hesitantly, I open the top drawer and see stacks of personalized, subdued-colored sticky notes. I reach in quickly to grab one, and my knuckles knock over one of the stacks. Looking closer, there are QR codes still slightly covered.

Again, curiosity gets the best of me, and I pull one out while simultaneously tilting my wrist to check the time. I have exactly twelve minutes before Taehyung is due to arrive. I briskly walk to my desk to grab my phone. I open the camera on my phone and scan the code. A playlist opens, and unlike the first playlist, this one has a voice memo as the opener.

A baritone voice plays through the tiny speaker: “Hey, Anastasia, I made you a little musical treasure chest! It's a playlist filled with tunes that remind me of you, with a sprinkle of songs that I think you'll love. Let the melodies serenade you with all the warmth and smiles. Consider it your personal soundtrack. Enjoy the vibes!”

The first song, similar to the lo-fi playlist, is a soulful melody with a soothing rhythm that mimics the cadence of falling rain, invoking a sense of tranquility. “Rainy Days” by an artist named V. The lyrics are like poetic droplets, telling a tale of lost memories and the beauty found in quiet moments.

My chest swells with a fluttery, tingling sensation. It's like a delicate dance of tiny wings, creating a light, buoyant sensation that is both exhilarating and slightly nerve-wracking.

Just as I’m about to play the next song, footsteps approach. I press pause and turn around, only to be face-to-face with Taehyung.

“Mr. Kim.”

“Good morning, Anastasia. You’re early.”

“Oh–uh, yes, sir. I couldn’t sleep.”

Worry washes over his face, “Is everything okay?”

“Yes. Yes, I just thought I’d get some extra practice before the meeting. I uh– already set everything up in your office…I hope you don’t mind I was in there.

“I don’t mind at all.”

I grin, standing there staring at the thoughtful man in front of me, soaking in his beauty.

The silence must get to him as he cocks an eyebrow. “Well, Anastasia, I guess I will see you shortly…for the meeting.”

“Yes, sir.” Taeyhyung gives a shy smile as he turns his body and continues his way to his office.

Taehyung walks away, feeling something different between him and Anastasia. He reaches his desk and immediately notices the top drawer is open. He smiles, knowing that she was looking for something, and glances inside. His neatly stacked notes are scattered, and where there were three QR codes, there are now only two. He doesn’t care that she took one; he only cares that, maybe, it will scare her away. He closes the drawer and pushes his lips outward before catching the skin between his teeth. He contemplates saying something but decides to wait until after the meeting to hopefully set up a date.

After the meeting, Taehyung and I find ease in our conversation. A feeling of connection is subtle, like a gentle current running beneath the surface. It's not necessarily spoken aloud, but it lingers in the air, creating an atmosphere that feels natural.

A casual conversation about a new upscale restaurant transforms into a dinner date at one of the city's most exclusive restaurants, and my companion for the evening is none other than Kim Taehyung. To say I am elated is an understatement, but the terrible experience with Seojun creeps into my mind. Excitement, now tainted with nervousness.

On the day of our date, he sends two extraordinary surprises: boxes wrapped so gorgeously it is hard to get myself to tear them open. Inside the larger box is a sleeveless, scarlet dress with a lace bodice and high neckline. I immediately put it on and fall in love with the lace choker around the base of the neck and double high slits that accentuate my legs. I open the smaller box and find black Louboutins with a slender stiletto heel. Silver signature studs line the patent leather cross straps, and when I put them on, they curve around my ankle perfectly.

Like a true gentleman, Taehyung arrives at my door holding a bouquet of red lilies and a smile so large someone would think he won the lottery.

“You look exquisite.”

I press my lips into a smile and step backward to allow him further into my condo.

“I love my gift. This dress is gorgeous and fits like a glove.”

My eyes quickly meet his and shine with gratitude, then roam over his outfit. A black peacoat with a silk red tie and matching button-down tucked neatly into black pants with a large red windowpane plaid. “Are we–”

“Matching? I hope you don’t mind.” He rambles on, “I couldn’t stop thinking about what to wear, and as I put my outfit together, I had an idea of what would look good on you, so I– Gosh, I hope that was okay.”

“I love it. That was really thoughtful and kind of you. The shoes, though! They’re–”

“Deserving of someone like you.”

I gaze at Taehyung, wondering how this man is even real, “Thank you.”

I take the flowers to the kitchen, inhaling their earthy honey scent. He toes off his shoes and follows behind. I can only imagine the view he has back there.

He stops at the edge of the island as I open an upper cabinet to get a vase. Of course, it’s on the top shelf. I rise on my tippy-toes and suddenly feel a mass behind me. Taehyung’s body is pressed against mine, one hand on my waist and his other on top of my arm, fingers sliding upward.

My skin tingles with electricity, and just as he reaches the vase, he breathes. “Let me,” close to my ear. My heart beats rapidly inside my chest, and I can only hope he doesn’t hear it.

I clear my throat and swallow every lustful thought. Turning to face him, I smile coyly and gently grab the vase from his hand. “Thanks, Mr. Kim,” escapes my lips in barely a whisper.

With a pleading look, he responds, “Please, call me Taehyung.”

I nod and fill the vase with water as Taehyung walks back to the island. While arranging the flowers, I softly ask, “So, Taehyung, should we call a cab?”

“My driver is waiting outside.”

“Perfect. Ready?”

“Ladies first,” he extends his hand toward me, and I grab onto it, leading the way to the front door.”

As we enter the restaurant, the ambiance whispers sophistication. The low hum of conversations melds with the soft melodies from a live piano, and the warm glow of crystal chandeliers add a touch of glamor to the air. A mix of excitement and nervousness consumes me as we walk to our reserved table.

Sitting across from each other, we go over the menu and decide together on two dishes that we both want to try.

Taehyung lets out a deep breath, “It feels so good to be out, this place is very unique.”

“I'm thrilled we could carve out this time. It feels like a mini escape from the hustle.”

Taehyung raises his glass, “To mini escapes and beautiful company.”

I blush at his compliment as I raise my glass to clink it with his. From there, the conversation flows effortlessly, each sentence seamlessly leading to the next. As we share laughter, the waiter brings beautifully plated dishes to our table.

“Do you mind if I take pictures? These are too pretty not to savor their aesthetic!”

Taehyung gestures with his hand like Vanna White, “Please, and send them to me, too.”

I take a few pictures and glance up at Taehyung, who looks at me with awe. I smirk and put my phone away.

“Done. Let’s eat!”

A few bites in, and we can’t get over just how delicious everything tastes.

"This meal is amazing, Taehyung. I'm glad we decided to try this place."

"I knew you'd love it! You know, it's funny how we seem to have similar tastes in food.”

"Absolutely! It's like we're on the same wavelength. I mean, who would've thought we'd both be fans of exotic cuisine?"

Taehyung laughs, "Right? And it's not just food. I noticed we have quite a few other things in common."

I tilt my head curiously, "Oh, really? Like what?"

"I heard you reference a Simpsons episode once. I love that show.”

"No way!" Taehyung grins at my enthusiasm. “What else?”

“Hmm. I noticed some art pieces in your home. Do you like art museums? I try to visit one every now and then to stimulate my mind.”

“I do love when a new exhibit is in town or even visiting one when I’m traveling.” The excitement in my voice carries into my body as I shift to the edge of my seat.

“I also think we have the same guilty pleasure movie genre, too. I saw some old DVDs on your TV stand," he says while taking a sip from his glass.

"Oh, spill! What's your guilty pleasure genre?"

"Romantic comedies. Don't judge!"

I laugh, "No judgment here. I do secretly love them. It's official, Taehyung; we might just be two peas in a pod."

"With impeccable taste, of course."

"Agreed. Cheers to us!"

We clink glasses again and finish the drinks just as the waiter arrives to refill our glasses.

“Have you done anything exciting lately?”

"Oh! Well, I love music, and I actually got this amazing playlist as a gift recently."

Taehyung raises an eyebrow. "Really? That sounds interesting. Who's the thoughtful person behind that?"

I smirk, "A certain someone who has great taste in music, I must say."

Taehyung retorts playfully, "Well, I might know them. Care to share a sneak peek of the playlist?"

“Maybe after dinner, on the ride home.”

As the night comes to an end, I find myself drawn to his warmth. Taehyung's eyes sparkle with interest, and I feel a magnetic pull, something that is not typical of a first date.

Taehyung’s driver picks us up, and laughter lingers in the air like a promise of more adventures to come. This first date exceeds all expectations, and as Taehyung bids farewell after walking me to my door, I am left with a heart full of the thrill of what the future might hold.

After an amazing first date, Taehyung recognizes the valuable synergy between them and a desire to foster a deeper connection. He makes the strategic decision to take on another project to keep Anastasia by his side. With a thoughtful intention to work more closely together and provide a platform for their blossoming connection, making each workday an exciting journey of shared time.

We find ourselves navigating the intricacies of work with a newfound connection lingering between us. The office atmosphere is different, with a slight shift in dynamics that adds an extra layer of excitement to our projects. Our conversations hold the easy banter we had during our date, and we find joy in each other's company during both work-related triumphs and minor setbacks. While we maintain a professional demeanor, the undercurrent of a burgeoning connection adds a touch of playfulness to our interactions.

During a brief break between brainstorming, I muster the courage to venture into more personal territory. I flash a warm smile, my nerves tingling with excitement. "Hey, Mist–or um– Taehyung," I begin, tone laced with a subtle hint of anticipation, "I was thinking, how about we continue getting to know each other after work? Maybe a second date? I was thinking street food and a nice walk around the city." The pause that follows seems to linger in the air, filled with hopes of what could be.

Taehyung, looking pleasantly surprised, reciprocates my smile. "I'd love that, Anastasia. Street food and a stroll sounds perfect."

On a crisp, starlit evening, we meander through the city streets adorned with twinkling lights, engaging in light conversation. The air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of street food, enticing us to explore the vibrant array of vendors lining the sidewalks. From sizzling skewers to colorful bingsu, the bustling street market offers a culinary adventure. We navigate the sea of stalls, indulging in delicious treats and laughter.

While standing at the entrance of an alleyway, finishing a snack, Taehyung looks around. “Oh! I know where we are. Follow me.” He begins leading the way down the unlit path. I hesitate before he turns back toward me. “Trust me,” he says, reaching his hand out for me. I place my hand in his, and he grasps tightly, escorting me through the alley.

At the end, he turns right, and we’re met with ginormous, circular stepping stones cascading out of water like lilypads for humans. Green floating plants sway in the water, lined with large mossy rocks and an array of yellow, orange, and red-lit lanterns. Bamboo towers above, connecting at the top, creating an arch. At the far end, there is a restaurant.

“Let’s walk to the middle and take a selfie…for memories,” Taehyung suggests, and I follow his request. We pose, standing close together as he holds his arm out in front of us, effortlessly capturing the moment.

We make our way into the restaurant, and he motions toward an elevator. Once inside, he presses the topmost button, grabs my hand, and we ascend.

We step off into a quaint rooftop dessert café, where the panoramic view of the city is a backdrop to our evening. Taehyung's eyes sparkle as he shares his artistic view of the place, and I find myself captivated by the depth of his thoughts.

As the night deepens, we share a treat overlooking the city skyline. The moon cast its silvery glow, creating an enchanting ambiance. Surrounded by the hustle of the city below, Taehyung reaches for my hand, and in that simple touch, my cheeks flush as electricity sparks throughout my body.

Time stands still, and the world fades away, leaving only the two of us enveloped in the night.

As the night draws to a close, Taehyung suggests a spontaneous detour to a nearby park. Underneath a canopy of red maple trees, he pauses and looks into my eyes with a sincerity that leaves no room for doubt.

"I feel like I've known you forever," escapes his lips, echoing the sentiments I’ve been harboring.

“I feel the same way.”

“I hope this isn’t too forward, but I’ve wanted to kiss you since our first date. I–”

Before he can say anymore, I peck his lips with mine, then pull away, searching his eyes for a reaction. The corner of his lips curl up, and he pulls me into him. One hand presses into my lower back and the other on the nape of my neck, then he rests his forehead on mine.

Taehyung’s eyes glisten as he slowly leans in, the moonlight highlighting his beautiful features. His lips softly grace mine as my body molds against his. I part my lips in a desire to deepen the kiss. I run my tongue along his lower lip; he draws in a breath and sweeps his tongue across mine, beginning a zealous dance.

His hand on my back lowers, firmly gripping my ass, and we both swallow each other's moans. I grab onto his wrist to keep from buckling from the sensation. Surrounded by nature and the quiet of the night, passion tiptoes into the space between us, weaving itself into our bodies.

In the midst of the passionately charged moment, Taehyung, with a gentle touch and a soft exhale, ends the kiss before it ventures into uncharted territories. As our lips linger with the sweet connection, he pulls away, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of desire and restraint.

“I just want to make sure we don’t rush anything. I really like you.”

“I really like you too, Tae.”

He chuckles, “I like that.” He pulls me into a tight embrace. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

His actions convey respect for the delicate balance of our budding relationship, ensuring that our connection unfolds at a pace that feels right for both of us. The lingering warmth of the kiss floats in the air, leaving an electrifying tension that hints at anticipation for the moments yet to unfold.

Weeks after embracing the decision to take our blossoming relationship slow, we navigate the beautiful terrain of building a deeper connection. The deliberate pace allows us to savor each moment, relishing the gradual unfolding of shared experiences. Simple pleasures like laughter over dinner, thoughtful conversations under the stars, and stolen glances become the fabric of our romance. Taking it slow cultivates a sense of security and understanding that lays the foundation for a meaningful relationship.

The tension between us becomes the language of our romance, creating a thrill that leaves us captivated and breathless, yearning for the sweet release of the emotions that simmer just beneath the surface.

Tonight, we have a late-night meeting in Taehyung’s office due to the time difference in London. He picks me up from home, and we make our way to work.

His office walls echo with the exchange of ideas and agreements with the London company as the city lights twinkle beyond the window, a distant reflection of the vibrant energy between us. The clock ticks away, and our collaboration evolves into a seamless dance of accomplishment.

My leg bounces nervously as I give the final line of my virtual briefing.

Taehyung signs off, and we both sigh in relief as he places his hand gently on my thigh. My body heat intensifies and the once cool office now feels like I’m sitting in a sauna. “You did really well. We can definitely count on them to become partners.”

I swallow thickly, suddenly needing his reassurance, “Really? I did that well?”

Taehyung turns his chair toward me and I hope he can’t hear my heartbeat thumping erratically in my chest. His knees rest against mine as he leans in a little closer.

“You were perfect,” he utters deeply, and my brain feels fuzzy from just a few words of praise. “Is it okay that I touch you like this?” he asks quietly, and I nod my head, not breaking our eye contact. He gives a gentle squeeze and then moves his thumb inward, grazing the meat of my thighs. His thumb dances along the hem of my skirt before dipping underneath; there’s a tight feeling in my belly, and I let out a quick breath. “Still okay?” His fingers freeze as he awaits a response with intense eyes trained on my lips.

In the intimate space of Taehyung's office, the professional boundaries blur, giving way, and suddenly, I have the urge to be a bit of a brat. He can’t have all the fun. “Mr. Kim. Do you have something on your mind?” His eyes widen at my statement, and I take this chance to lean forward and place both of my hands on his thighs. He leans back into his chair, blinking a few times before accepting my bold move.

“Back to Mr. Kim?”

“Well, we are at work. Would you prefer I refer to you as something else?” I slot my legs between his and reach for his tie, roughly pulling him into me.

Our hot breath mingles for a beat before he blurts out, “Kiss me.”

Without hesitation, I pull harder on his tie and move my other hand to his nape. I lick his plump lips before fitting my lips perfectly on them. Taehyung is a fantastic kisser. He leads, coaxing my lips open and sliding his tongue between them. His hands reach for my blouse and voraciously undo the buttons, exposing my jade colored bra. Taehyung breaks from the kiss, resting his foreheadagainst mine, breathing heavily. He pulls away slightly, eyes fixated on the lacey material impeccably molded against my breasts.

“That’s pretty.”

I scoff, “Just pretty?”

He stumbles with his thoughts… “Uh, no, I mean sexy. You’re pretty-- is what I meant.” I giggle at his flustered state.

“Everything okay, Mr. Kim?” I bat my lashes and trace my hand along his waistband. He adjusts his hips, and I undo the top button before pulling out his neatly tucked shirt from behind the band. I let my fingers rest on the zipper, “Can I?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

“Are you always so polite?” I ask while I drag the zipper down, eyes focused on the motion. Once the words leave my mouth, he firmly cups my face with one hand, jerking my head up to look at him.

“I’m not, but I’ll be anything for you.” I bite my lip and grab at his waistband, holding onto both his pants and boxer briefs to remove them painfully slow. My mouth waters when his flushed cockhead exposes itself first, then the rest of his pink shaft. His dick rests against his stomach, begging to be touched as he lifts his hips to assist in the removal of his bottoms, and once past his knees, I let go, letting them pool at his ankles.

I remove my heels, lower onto my knees, and sit prettily with my hands on my thighs. “Stand up, Mr. Kim.”

He hesitantly obeys. “Ar--are you sure?”

“Make me cry,” I look up at him through my eyelashes with pouty lips.

Taehyung nods and guides his cock to my mouth, tapping it teasingly on my lips. I part my lips slightly, just enough to place tender kisses on the head. I ease my tongue out and push it out flat, allowing him to lay his heavy cock on it. I relax my jaw and close my eyes as he slowly slips into my mouth. He doesn’t push all the way in; with shallow thrusts, it’s not as rough as I hoped. He’s definitely holding back, maybe worried about hurting me, but I want him to ruin me and use me like a toy.

I open my eyes and raise my hands to the back of his thighs, pulling him closer to ask for more.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmurs, brushing my cheek as he continues to shallowly thrust his hips. “Makes me wanna ruin you.”

I quickly move my hands to his quads and push him away, “Please do.”

Startled, he mutters, “What?”

“I can tell you’re holding back, but I want you to ruin me. I’ll be your good girl.”

Taehyung whispers a curse before shoving his cock rudely back into my mouth, the tip of his cock sitting just at the edge of my gag reflex. He lets it sit there for a moment, my nose being tickled by his soft pubic hairs, letting me get used to it. He does this over and over until he’s slamming into the back of my throat with each thrust. He doesn’t give me a chance to breathe, fucking into my throat without mercy. I gag on a particularly hard thrust, tears pooling at the corners of my eyes. Taehyung has a tight grip on my hair, his other hand wiping at my tear-stained cheeks.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he pants in between moans. “Look at you, taking me so well.”

His praise resonates deep in my belly. I clench around nothing, feeling hopelessly empty. I moan around him, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck, open your eyes. Look at me.” When I open my eyes, he stares down at me with an intense craving. I know I look like a mess right now, lips swollen and chin dripping with my own spit; he looks at me like I’m his personal toy. “Put your hand on your throat for me.” Slowly, I move one hand from my lap and press a hand on my throat. Taehyung slows his thrusts, intending to go deeper. I exhale heavily through my nose and moan when I feel it, the bulge in my throat, accommodating his cock with each deeper push.

“Do you feel it?” I nod my head, moaning a response. “Good.” He brushes his thumb underneath my eye, brushing against my eyelashes, smearing whatever mascara was hanging on from my tears. “Such a beautiful mess.” His hips stutter, and he lets out a heavy puff of air, “I’m so close. Where do you want it? Should I paint your face, or are you gonna swallow for me like a good little brat?”

I pull off of him to answer, wrapping my hand around his shaft and jerking in short, quick movements, “Whatever you want, Mr. Kim.” I go back to sitting pretty, mouth open and tongue pressed out, looking through my eyelashes at him, waiting for his move.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be so pretty when I’m done with you,” Taehyung whispers as his cock slides along my tongue back into the depths of my throat, hips speeding up again. I sit and take everything that he gives me, content just being good for him. Soon enough, his thrusts are sloppy, losing their rhythm.

He pulls out, fisting his cock at a rapid pace, “Open up.” I close my eyes and open my mouth like a Venus fly trap, waiting for his thick, sticky ropes to hit my face. Some lands on my lips, and I swipe my tongue over the spillage, letting it mix with my spit and trickle down my chin. I open my eyes again when I feel Taehyung’s hand resting on my cheek, his thumb running across the seam of my lips, pulling the bottom one down just a hair.

“Let’s clean you up,” he says, reaching over to his desk and grabbing a few tissues. He dabs my face gently with the tissue, carefully cleaning me up. He tosses them into his trash bin and bends to pull his pants back on, leaving them undone. He plops into his chair, letting out a huff of air; his head rests on the back of the chair, eyes closed. I stand and do the same, returning to the chair in front of him.

For some reason, I feel shy and nervous, wondering what he’s thinking. Was it a mistake? What do I do now? I twist my chair to the side, hiding my exposed breasts, and begin to button up my blouse. My mouth feeling incredibly dry, I look around for my water flask and reach for it. The cool temperature gives immediate relief. It restores moisture to my mouth, and as I swallow, I can feel my body rehydrating. I pull the flask from my face and contemplate facing Taehyung. Do I just leave? Wait for him to say something?

I slide my feet back into my heels, clear my throat, and stand, running a hand over my blouse and skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. “Alright, Mis—um. I guess I’ll see you next week.” I begin to grab my notepad and pen when his hand softly lands on my forearm, and my hands pause.

“Come home with me?”

I bite my lip and scoop the accessories into my hands, bringing them into my chest. My eyes flutter around the room, anywhere but Taehyung’s eyes. “I’m not sure that’s the best idea…”

“Please?” He scoots his chair closer to me and places his hands on my hips, caging me in between his arms and his body. He lifts my blouse slightly and places small, soft, hot, and wet kisses on my stomach, nipping around my navel. My body shivers, and a small smile plays on his lips. “Should I beg more?”

I let out a small “Yes.”

Taehyung slowly falls to his knees, his hands sliding down my sides, back to the hem of my skirt where this all started earlier, sliding the material up higher. He nips and licks at the inside of my thighs, then drags his tongue along my skin toward my soaked panties. He rests his nose on my clothed pussy and rubs while his hands grip firmly on my ass.

“You smell fucking delicious.” His hot breath makes me shiver again. He looks up at me, “Please come home with me. I’ll make you feel really good. You won’t regret it. I promise.”

He stands, and thanks to my heels, we’re almost the same height. He presses his lips feverishly to mine, pulling me into him by the small of my back. My body molds to him, a perfect fit. I drop what I’m holding and reach up to place my hands around his neck. He bends slightly and lifts me from under my ass, and hoists up my skirt before sitting me on his desk. He presses a thumb against my clit and rubs slowly with pressure as his lips move down the side of my neck and places soft pecks down to my clavicle. “Please,” he breathes against my ear.

My breath hitches before I murmur, “I’m all yours Mr. Kim. Let’s go.”

Taehyung's luxurious penthouse entrance welcomes me with sleek double doors that open into a grand foyer adorned with marble flooring. Perched high above the vibrant cityscape, this modern, elegant penthouse is exactly what I’d imagine a CEO owns.

The expansive living space, spanning several floors, has floor-to-ceiling windows that offer breathtaking panoramic views of the picturesque Han River. The interior is a harmonious blend of contemporary design and aesthetics, featuring rich hardwood floors, minimalist furnishings, and exquisite artwork.

A stylish lounge area perfect for hosting intimate gatherings. A private rooftop terrace, complete with a luxurious jacuzzi, provides an exclusive outdoor escape, ideal for savoring sunsets or hosting sophisticated parties.

Taehyung ends his tour in his bedroom, a sanctuary of comfort and luxury, and of indulgence. The king-sized bed is adorned with high-thread-count linens and plush pillows, creating an inviting space to unwind. It’s tastefully decorated with a combination of modern and vintage furnishings and large windows allowing for natural light. The ensuite bathroom is a spa-like retreat adorned with marble and state-of-the-art fixtures, a spacious walk-in shower, and a double vanity with exquisite finishes.

I gravitate toward the window where the moon spills into the bedroom, casting a gentle and serene ambiance. The room is bathed in a soft, silvery light that creates a tranquil and enchanting atmosphere. Taehyung stands behind me and wraps his arms around me in a sweet embrace, nuzzling his mouth into the crook of my neck. I’m sure his thoughts are anything but sweet as he unbuttons my blouse with each peck to my skin. The fabric slips down my arms, pooling at my elbows before he gently removes it and tosses it to the floor.

Taehyung shifts behind me, pulling his phone from his pocket. Thumbing over the screen, his lips graze my shoulder as sheer curtains electronically scroll over the windows.

“Much better,” he mumbles as if he needed to hide me from the world for only him to enjoy. The beams of moonlight filter through the sheer curtains, creating a delicate play of shadows on the floor. The room takes on a dreamlike quality, with the moonlight subtly outlining the edges of furniture and casting a gentle glow on the bed.

Taehyung unzips my skirt and pushes it past my hips, allowing it to fall to the floor. He turns me around to face him, taking my hand and urging me to step out of the fabric. He takes a step back and bites his fist before running a hand through his hair. His eyes roam my body as his hands free him from his outer layers, displaying the bulge of his anticipation underneath his boxer briefs.

“Come here,” he raises his hand for me to grab onto, but I stand firm in my place and cross my arms.

A soft grin appears on Taehyung’s face, and he boasts, “Please.” I roll my eyes and walk to him, only to be grabbed and thrown like a ragdoll onto his bed. I shriek at the sudden movement and look at him in disbelief. He lays himself on me, trapping me between the mattress and his body.

He raises my hands above my head and holds them against the bed with one hand, then shimmies my underwear off of me before perfectly aligning his hard cock on my pussy. His free hand squeezes my breast firmly as he grinds his hips into mine, eliciting a shaky moan from me.

Taehyung releases me and shifts to sit at the headboard of his bed. He pats his lap, summoning me. “Be a good girl, and come sit in my lap.”

“Mr. Kim, you seem to keep forgetting your manners.”

Taehyung quickly rises to his knees and yanks me into him as I mirror his position. He lightly snakes his hand around my neck, “We’re not at work; it’s Taehyung now.” He gingerly squeezes and presses his lips tightly to mine, then lowers himself back against the headboard. He bites his lip, “Please come rub your wet pussy all over my dick.”

My stomach flutters at his demand. I slowly crawl his way, letting my breasts dangle and jiggle with each motion. I bring my lips to his as I straddle his hips with my thighs and make myself comfortable. Taehyung doesn’t move at first, simply staring up at me with sharp eyes. His hands lightly slide up my ribs to my back, undoing my bra, allowing my breasts to lightly bounce free. He throws it to the floor, fits his hands around my hips, and pulls me down onto his hardening cock.

My breath and heartbeat accelerate as one of his hands comes up to cup my face, gently caressing my cheek.

“What should I do with you? How should I reward you for being such a good girl for me today?” He abruptly moves both hands to cup both breasts, fingers tightening around my flesh before pinching my nipples tightly. My hips grind against his, and he sucks air through his teeth. One hand flies to the back of my neck and pulls me into him. He kisses me slowly and deeply, making sure I feel every stride of his tongue.

One hand grips tightly on my hip, pushing and pulling until I follow the command to rock back and forth. I whine into the kiss as he deepens it. His hips buck up, seeking friction, or maybe his cock is seeking a warm home.

I reach between our legs and stroke him, alternating between soft and tight twists. Swallowing every hiss he releases into my mouth. I can feel my pussy dripping, waiting for him to slide inside. I grip his shaft and angle it, rising a little to line up.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he whispers.

I nod, “Mmhmm.”

I sink onto him slowly and he lolls his head back, letting out a deep breath. As I rock my hips to bury himself inside me, he brings his head forward and kisses my lips feverishly.

I rock my hips down into his lap eagerly. “Keep doing that, fuck. That feels so good.” Taehyung whines and buries his face into my neck.

His hand finds its way and settles in my hair, pulling just enough to feel good and not painful, firm enough to pull my head back. I bare my neck and gasp when Taehyung presses his lips to the sensitive skin. He kisses and nips, stinging but not hard enough to leave marks. His other hand finds my nub and rubs intensely. My upper body collapses into his as I whimper against his skin.

“You like that, baby?”

Taehyung kisses along my neck, sucking a bruise along my collarbone. I shiver and clench around him. “I’m so close.”

His hand runs down my arm and reaches for my fingers. I catch on to what he wants and lace our fingers together. It’s a sweet gesture, one that makes my heart stutter. I squeeze his hand like a lifeline and throw my head back as he bucks and rubs, and I sway my hips until I climax.

Taehyung places kisses along my glistening skin then lowers me onto my back. He takes one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder, leaning back and gripping my thigh as he increases the speed of his hips. The new angle has my back arching and mouth falling open, the most pathetic little noises getting punched out of me, along with the occasional sob.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy. Just look at you.”

Taehyung’s eyes darken, and he pulls my other leg to sling over his shoulder. I moan as I get folded in half, and he slams into me at an animalistic pace. The overstimulation is slightly painful, but I’m aroused again from being used like a toy.

I whine as tears flood my eyes, overwhelmed in all senses. Just when the pain starts to fade into another orgasm, Taehyung swears under his breath and releases deep inside me. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he fucks his cum into me.

Taehyung’s body crumples into mine, and his hand finds mine, intertwining them again. Our wrists rest on each other, and I can feel our heartbeats thumping together, just the slightest bit too fast; it feels euphoric. We bask in the afterglow, not separating until our heartbeats and breathing have slowed.

He lifts his head, not saying a word as his eyes roam my frame, touching my face lovingly. Quietly he says, “You’re fucking beautiful.”

I grin and try to turn my head, but he keeps it in place. I look into his eyes and tiredly let out, “That– was amazing, Taehyung,” and I place my hand on his face, gliding my thumb over his cheekbone.

“Stay the night,” Taehyung sputters with a heartfelt plea in his eyes. “Stay the month. Stay forever.”

I laugh at his outburst, but his expression remains serious.

Her lips part so prettily, and the sheen on her skin makes her look like a goddess. She is my forever. She is everything I’ve been longing for. I’m not ready to let go of tonight, not ever. I let my vulnerability echo in my plea for her to stay, creating a pause that holds the promise of a potential future.

Captivated by the sincerity in Taehyung's eyes, I let the magnetic pull me and agree,

“Let’s start with the night…and work our way to forever.”

Taehyung beams and sears our lips together, sealing the night with the shared anticipation of what might unfold for our future.

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I’ll start by saying, this story is one that I’ve read multiple times, and not because it was written for me 🫠

The intro pulls you into the moment, the passion and teasing and desire, the greed for more. Just as it finishes you’re pulled into the present and the intro is just a distant memory that, if you’re like me, still lingers in the back of your curious mind as you continue reading.

I love that the main female character is portrayed as the one with power over the people, but it’s made very clear that Jimin has power over her heart. She’s determined to keep her love regardless of what others may think or say, and I can definitely resonate with that characteristic.

However, the line that captured me in the first place and is what has me reading it over and over again, is the final line of the story:

They break apart, breathing heavily. Seraphina presses her forehead to Jimin’s. “It was always you.”

I love this line, it’s a declaration, the declaration, of her love and devotion to the man who thought himself to be less than worthy of more than just her toy. That his love was not the unrequited love he thought it would be, the secret and forbidden love, that she was willing to risk it all for him.

@downbad4yoongi has really captured what I love in a story, from the plot to the love language! I’m greedy and needy and would love a sequel, even a prequel, if she’s up for the challenge 😉Jasz is a talented writer, the use of descriptive words for every scene, action, moment, really captivates you and leaves you craving more!

It Was Always You

👑Jimin x OC

👑 Royalty AU

👑 2918 WC

👑 Warnings: Fluff, smut 🔞 (oral f receiving, edging, vaginal sex, orgasm denial)

With a nervous laugh, Seraphina nods, whispering, “Surprise!”

Jimin’s eyes bounce back and forth from her face to where his hands cup the swell of her belly. “Phín, what the hell? How long?”

Wrote this for @mrsparkjimin18 as a part of @bangtanwritershq Picture Perfect Valentine's Day Event.

Seraphina presses her face deeper into the pillow, humming pleasantly as soft, plush lips trail firm kisses down her spine. A weight settles firmly against her lower body as a particularly stinging kiss is pressed into the dip of her lower back pulling a sharp gasp from her lips.

“Are you going to pretend to be asleep for much longer?” Jimin’s breath tickles across her flesh, raising goosebumps in its wake.

Seraphina giggles, settling her cheek onto the pillow, “I don’t know. I had a really, nice dream; I wouldn’t mind going back to it for a bit.”

“Was I in it?”

“Mmm, I don’t think so. There was someone there, but he was tall and incredibly broad–” her words are abruptly cut off with the sharp slap of Jimin’s hand to the firm globe of her asscheek.

“You were saying?”

Seraphina tilts her head to look over her shoulder at Jimin, gently chiding him, “Still as easy to rile up as ever, Captain.”

Jimin rolls his eyes to meet hers from under his lashes, his gaze weighted with dark intentions. “You say that so cavalierly while you are at my mercy.” The moist heat of his breath teases lower, caressing between her legs as he begins spreading them wider.

“Oh, would you look at that? It seems I don’t have the time to lay around and need to start getting ready for the day,” the words rush from her lips as she attempts to shuffle from beneath him.

She doesn’t even make it an inch before his firm grip settles on her hips, pushing her back down on the mattress, his own body shifting to settle between her legs. “Where are you rushing off to? I know your schedule for the day doesn’t start until the afternoon.” She can feel the indentation of each of his fingers as he grips her thighs and spreads her open wider to his gaze.

Seraphina buried her face in her pillow, groaning with the realization that she may have stirred a beast that she wasn’t ready to deal with. With a deep breath, she lifts her head, her mind scrambling for a way to talk herself out of what she knows is going to happen if she doesn’t distract him from his intent. “That is correct, but wouldn’t you want to spend that time attending to other aspects of your role since you don’t have to stand guard over me?” she asks in a rush.

The nearness of his dark chuckle radiates through her body, “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Fortunately, I’m very capable of delegating which allows me the free time to teach you a well-deserved lesson.” The words have barely finished leaving his mouth before he is pressing his lips to her center.

“Shiiiiit!” she exhales as her upper body falls back to the bed. He caresses every part of her outer lips before using his fingers to spread her open and repeat it again over her inner labia. Finishing with a sharp flick of his tongue directly against the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She can’t stop the sudden jerking of her hips at the jolt of pleasure, pushing her hips back silently begging for more.

She can feel the spread of his smile against her as he repeats the motion several more times before delving his tongue deep inside her. Seraphina buries her face back into her pillow moaning loudly as he yanks her back onto his mouth and devours her with luxurious licks and stinging nips to her pussy. In no time at all, she has coated his mouth and jaw with her slick and is on the precipice of falling into that blissful oblivion when he pulls back. Jimin’s mouth shifts from her pulsing center to trail open-mouth kisses along the inside of her left thigh.

Seraphina snaps her head up, arching to look back at him in bewilderment. As soon as her eyes land on his, she groans and collapses back onto her pillow, realizing his dark intent. Jimin was in his petty mode and was going to torture her by bringing her to the edge again and again but never satisfying the need he was creating.

The muted pounding of her fists against the bed has Jimin laughing but doesn’t keep him from diving back in the moment the signs of her approaching orgasm fade completely. Seraphina’s knuckles are pale and her hands are aching from her grip on the bed linens as he brings her to the edge two more times but leaves her panting and desperate.

Every muscle within her is aching with tension as tendrils of pleasure fade away for the third time and leave her a whimpering mess on the damp sheets. She is so wrung out she can’t bring herself to react to the slow glide of Jimin’s tongue reversing course up her spine as he settles his weight on top of her. His lips wrap around her lobe and suck gently.

“Baby, you still with me?” he asks softly, his hand gently stroking her arm as Seraphina struggles to regulate her breathing.

Moments pass before Seraphina is able to crack her eyes open, unleashing the wetness that was being held at bay. Tears track down her cheeks and nose as she weakly pushes her hips back against the heated weight of Jimin’s cock nestled against her ass in silent supplication for more. Jimin presses his forehead to her temple and lifts her hips for a better angle, and between one breath and the next is slipping inside her swollen walls dragging moans out of them both.

“Fuck,” he breathes heavily into her hair as the thick glide of his cock inside her ends with his hips pressed tightly against her ass. Despite the exhaustion radiating through her, Seraphina shifts pushing her hips back in a muted bid for more. Jimin is beyond his teasing mood and readily gives in to her plea. His fingers settle on her hips and he begins a deep, firm rhythm rocking into her depths. Each plunge of his thick cock has Seraphina moaning as she clenches tightly around him, her aching walls desperate to reach their release.

The steady sound of Jimin’s hips slapping against her ass echoes around them with the accompaniment of his groans and her moans. The tempo subtly crescendos as Jimin works them closer to a climax they both are desperate for. Suddenly, Seraphina is tensing underneath him as her walls clamp tightly before every muscle in her is spasming as she succumbs to waves of pleasure.

Jimin follows after her momentarily, his body unable to resist the tight, warm clasping of her walls. His hips stutter a few more times before burying his cock in her depths, coating her insides with warmth. The strength of his arms drains from him, collapsing his body on top of hers; they rest there, heavily breathing, interspersed with gasps as aftershocks rack them.

“Your Majesty?... Your Majesty!”

Seraphina’s attention snaps back to the present, her gaze focusing on the townsperson sitting across from her. From the look he is giving her, this is not the first time he has tried to capture her attention. She glances over at Dahyun, and her assistant gives a slight nod, confirming that she had let her mind wander a bit too far.

“Apologies. I had let my mind wander and started thinking about a few meetings I have later in the day. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, can you tell me what you were saying again?” Seraphina works just the right amount of contrition into her tone and that paired with the heat flushing her cheeks at being caught daydreaming seems to go over well and the shopkeeper launches into his story again.

This time she listens despite holding back the slight wince from her low-grade headache that started this morning and has refused to ebb. The pitch of the man’s voice is causing her head to throb even more and she is not sure she can hide it for much longer. Not to mention, she can now feel her stomach rolling with queasiness. Her eyes flit to the ornate wall clock behind her current visitor and she holds back a sigh noting that there is still another hour of Tea with the Queen.

The monthly event typically is refreshing and provides insight into what is happening in her subjects’ lives and matters of importance to them. At this current moment though, she isn’t sure she can take even another minute of pretending to care about the trivial matters the people tend to bring forward. Sensing movement in the periphery, Seraphina watches her assistant, Dahyun, approach the small seating area that was staged for the session. The relief that washes through her is immediate and easily brings a genuine smile to her face, her first one all morning.

Dahyun politely informs them both that it is time for the next subject and steps aside, body angled toward the door behind Seraphina to guide the local shop owner out. He stands and bows deeply to her and hurries out through the door.

Seraphina slumps back in the stiff chair and slips her eyes closed, determined to enjoy the brief respite. Her new posture has ballooned out the deep purple peplum blouse she chose to wear today to continue hiding her swelling abdomen. It was the perfect top to continue the ruse that all was normal still; the fabric hugged her upper arms and chest but gently billowed out just enough to hide her baby bump while not drawing unwanted attention due to a sudden change in her wardrobe. She makes a mental note to have the royal tailor get her more of this style in a variety of hues.

She has zoned out so well she failed to notice that she is no longer alone. A gentle clearing of a throat alerts her to a new presence, figuring it must just be Dahyun returning. She pops open one eye and glances up, the snarky quip that she was poised to say catches in her throat. Seraphina pops up from her seat in shock, her hands reaching for the face she had been missing for weeks.

“Jimin! What are you doing back?” Her hands grip his shoulders, unable to remain aloof in front of prying eyes as she processes his surprise appearance. “You aren’t due back for another month.”

Jimin’s vigilant eyes flick to the palace staff loitering around the room and he gently takes Seraphina’s hands from his shoulders. He bows deeply over them, pressing his lips to the knuckles of one. “Good morning, Your Majesty. I felt my presence was no longer required on that scouting mission. I have left my best men in charge for the remainder of the excursion.”

Seraphina quickly catches the formality of Jimin’s tone and stiffens. His unexpected arrival made her forget all decorum and she is thankful at least one of them remained mindful. “Of course. I trust your judgment, Captain. I look forward to more details about what has been gathered thus far.”

Jimin nods his head slightly. “I’ll connect with Dahyun and have her schedule a time to meet.” He moves to take his leave, but that is the last thing she wants.

“Clear the room.”

A staffer steps forward. “Your Majesty, the Tea Time isn’t finished yet.”

Seraphina levels a weighted stare at her. “It is now. Now let’s not make me repeat myself.”

The color drains from the poor girl’s cheeks as she steps back and shuffles with the rest of the staff from the room. Seraphina watches Jimin suppress the smirk fighting to spread his plush lips, and in turn, has to hide her own. Finally, the last staff member leaves the room, and the door closes with a silent snick of the latch catching.

They both stand there watching each other for a moment; it has been so long since they have had the chance to be alone together, and this feels surreal. Another beat goes by accompanied by a giggle of disbelief before they snap into action and are folding into each other’s arms. His breath brushes the shell of her ear, “I missed you every day.”

“I know it’s only been a few weeks but your absence has felt like it’s been at least a year!” Seraphina nuzzles into his neck as he pulls her closer, her body flush against him. The relief of having him back made her forget not to press so tightly against him; that reminder came to the forefront of her mind as his shoulders stiffened.

His hands travel from holding her back to her waist; the hands that used to be able to easily cup each side are now stretched a bit wider, enough to notice the difference. Jimin’s head lifts as he holds Seraphina away from him and looks down at where the blouse drapes over her obscured abdomen hiding what he can clearly feel is a roundness to an area of Seraphina’s body that was thick, but flat previously.

Seraphina stills as Jimin drags his hand from her side around to the front of her belly. His brow furrows as his fingers gently prod. She observes him anxiously, his hands now resting closer to the front of her torso, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles. He lifts his head, the question plainly expressed in his eyes.

With a nervous laugh, Seraphina nods, whispering, “Surprise!”

Jimin’s eyes bounce back and forth from her face to where his hands cup the swell of her belly. “Phín, what the hell? How long?”

“I’m past the first trimester. I found out a couple of weeks after you left.”

“Why didn’t you summon me back?” Jimin’s expression is a mix of awe and apprehensiveness.

Seraphina gently strokes Jimin’s arm and gestures toward the French-style sofa on the other side of the room. He nods and follows her over to the ornate sitting area. Seraphina sits first, doing her best to mask the anxiety running through her as Jimin settles next to her, his body angled slightly toward her.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Part of me wanted to call for you immediately, but my mind was all over the place. There was so much to figure out and multiple factors to consider, I wasn’t sure what to do for a while. When I came to a decision, I knew you would be back soon enough so I waited.”

Seraphina watches Jimin’s jaw clench as he processes this news. She can’t get a read on how he is feeling like she is normally able to and it’s killing her to wait for his reaction. Her fingers knot together in her lap as she lets her gaze wander around the room giving him time to process this life-altering news.

Her attention is brought back to him when she feels his hand gently cup the swell of her belly. She catches his gaze and the ache in her chest grows as she watches his eyes swim with emotions. His breath shudders out before he finally asks, “What are you going to do?”

“What would you like to do?” she counters.

The corners of his lips twitch wistfully. “I would like many things, Phín, but I’ve long ago let go of such wishful thoughts.”

The ache in her chest grows tenfold urging her to move closer to him, her hand taking hold of his. “Jimin…”

Jimin shakes his head sharply. “Seraphina, I have always known my duty and the role I would play in your life.” He straightens his shoulders and pats her hand. “So Your Majesty, what are you going to do?”

Seraphina sucks in her breath sharply. She knows what he is doing, Jimin is pulling away in preparation for having to let her go. Her curls dance around her shoulders as she shakes her head, moving her hand to cup his cheek. “Well first off, you can stop doing whatever it is you think you’re doing.” Jimin’s mouth opens to protest but she doesn’t give him a chance. “No, Jimin. I know you. You’re trying to pull away because for some reason you think that is for the best. You know what I think is best?”

Jimin shakes his head. “Seraphina, we always knew sneaking around wouldn’t last forever. I’ve always known that at some point, I would need to step aside when you would have to marry someone else of nobility.”

“That’s not going to happen, Jimin. I could never marry someone who doesn’t have my heart. Don’t you see that this is our chance?”

“They still will fight it, Seraphina.”

She scoffs, “They can try, but they won’t deny me the opportunity to marry the father of my child.” She pauses, thumb stroking along the apple of his cheek, “The love of my life.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. They have never exchanged their true feelings before. They have tiptoed around it for years and just let it simmer under the surface. “Really?”

“Jimin, I love you. I always have, I always will.”

Jimin surges forward, hands cupping the back of her neck, “I love you, too, Phín.” His lips crash against hers, sealing the sentiment with a fervent kiss. The silence stretches around them, only broken by the sound of their lips moving together and their hearts racing.

They break apart, breathing heavily. Seraphina presses her forehead to Jimin’s. “It was always you.”

©️ 2023-02-19 downbad4yoongi

#royalty au #unplanned pregnancy #fanfiction #ao3fic #park jimin #bts fluff #bts smut #bangtanwhq #jimin x oc #jimin smut #jimin fluff #downbad4yoong

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good traits gone bad

perfectionism - never being satisfied

honesty - coming off as rude and insensitive

devotion - can turn into obsession

generosity - being taken advantage of

loyalty - can make them blind for character faults in others

being dependable - always depending on them

ambitiousness - coming off as ruthless

optimism - not being realistic

diligence - not able to bend strict rules

protectiveness - being overprotective

cautiousness - never risking anything

being determined - too focussed on one thing

persuasiveness - coming off as manipulative

tidiness - can become an obsession

being realistic - being seen as pessimistic

assertiveness - coming off as bossy

pride - not accepting help from others

innocence - being seen as naive

selflessness - not thinking about themself enough

being forgiving - not holding others accountable

curiosity - asking too much questions

persistence - being seen as annoying

being charming - can seem manipulative

modesty - not reaching for more

confidence - coming off as arrogant

wit/humor - not taking things serious

patience - being left hanging

strategic - coming off as calculated

being caring - being overbearing

tolerance - being expected to tolerate a lot

eagerness - coming off as impatient

being observant - being seen as nosy

independence - not accepting help

being considerate - forgetting about themself

fearlessness - ignoring real danger

politeness - not telling what they really think

reliability - being taken advantage of

empathy - getting overwhelmed with feeling too much for other people

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❄️Snowed In❄️

❄️ pairing: non-idol! neighbor jungkook x ofc

❄️ genre/au: angst, smut, annoying neighbor au

❄️ rating: M

❄️ wordcount: 10694

❄️ summary - Gabriella has always worked hard, rigorously devoting herself to studying, building her own company from the ground up, and finally building the first house of many on a private, wooded cul-de-sac. She was comfortable with the neighbors she’d grown relationships with over the last few years, life was still, peaceful, as she’d always dreamt it would be – that is, until he moved in next door. What happens when two annoying neighbors end up trapped together with nowhere to run?

⚠︎ chapter warnings: profanity, graphic seggsual content, alcohol consumption, drunk seggs, ONS, possible regret

S/N: This story was written as part of the A Love Like War Writing Event hosted by Sammi of @bangtanwritershq

I'd like to give a special thanks to @downbad4yoongi for lending me her beta skills and helping me to perfect this story!!! A very special thanks to @bangtanwritershq fellow execs for being my rock and keeping me motivated through all of my trying times!! Yall the real G.O.A.T.'s!!!!!

“Why the silent treatment for over a week? I thought–” Gabriella is abruptly cut off.

“You thought what? We had something special?” The sarcasm rolls easily off of his tongue. “It was nice…no, it was fucking great, but it really doesn’t change anything, does it? You’d been at my throat constantly, one night of passion doesn’t change much.”

“Jungkook, we cleared the air, agreed to let bygones be bygones…are you saying we didn’t?” Irritation radiates in her tone, but Gabriella remains as calm as reasonably possible.

“We were drinking, we were basically trapped together, things happened, but when I woke up the next morning…” Jungkook sighs deeply, “I mean, what do you want me to say? Should we just call it a mistake?.”

“A mistake? Transposing numbers in your address, that’s a mistake. Forgetting to add an ingredient to a recipe, that’s a mistake. Fucking someone the way you fucked me?! That’s not a mistake!”

“Was it that good?” Jungkook teases.

“Was it…Fuck you, Kook! Fuck you! Is everything a damn joke to you? I thought you were different, but I guess I was wrong!” Anger flows through her blood.

“I don’t understand why you’re getting mad! Did we decide that we’re now obligated to speak to each other because we fucked? No! You’ve been rude to me since I moved in, but now you think we’re besties? It happened, it was phenomenal, but I don’t get why you’re so angry.” Jungkooks usual bright doe eyes become dim.

“I’m mad because…” She’s unable to find the words, unable to express how she really feels deep inside, not anger but hurt. “I opened my doors to you, even though you annoyed the shit out of me, I opened myself to you and now I feel trampled on.”

He sees the tears welling in her eyes, moving his gaze from her to the quiet street, “I’m sorry,” He replies as he stands and walks toward the door, “but that wasn't my intention.”

“Then what was your intention?” Her voice breaks, the emotions building within her on the brink of eruption.

With his back turned to her, hand on the storm door handle, he mumbles nearly incoherently, “I don’t know.” He walks into the house, closing the door in her face.

“MOTHERFUCKER!!!!”

The bright sun slowly creeps above the large trees surrounding the eastern end of the cul-de-sac. The sound of birds chirping, insects chittering, wind blowing through the leaves of the thick forest create a peaceful ambience – which is abruptly interrupted by the sound of a large vehicle.

Gabriella peers through her large picture window, watching the large moving truck travel down the road and into the driveway of the recently sold home next door. She was sad to see her long-time neighbors and friends leave – but she’s now more interested in who’s moving into their home.

She watches closely as three men exit the front of the moving truck, “When’s the new owner gonna arrive?” She mumbles to herself while admiring the driver.

The men are wearing coveralls, but the driver has the top half down and the arms tied around his snatched waist. He bears a form fitting gray tank top, his chest nearly bursting through the ribbed material, his biceps bulge as he opens the back of the moving van, but the sleeve of tattoos decorating his arm is what catches her eye.

Sipping coffee from her steaming mug, she enjoys the view, as the three men haul furniture and boxes into the once empty home. Dawn becomes high noon, Gabriella finishes a virtual meeting with an overseas client and returns to her chaise lounge nestled in front of her large picture window.

The men appear to be on a lunch break, sitting in the driveway against the garage door, shielding themselves from the sun. Her eyes naturally drawn back to Mr. Tattoo, his hair becoming wavy from his sweat. The cool, mid-March air contrasts with the heat from his body, made apparent by the steam rising from his head. After gulping down the rest of his water, the three men get back to work moving more items from the large truck.

High noon fades as dusk begins to creep in and the men finally carry the last few boxes into the home. Before sitting down to eat dinner, she makes her way to the living room window to draw the curtains closed and that’s when she notices something interesting – only two men leave in the moving van and the tattooed man stands in the driveway waving goodbye.

That’s odd she thinks to herself before walking back to the table to enjoy her meal in peaceful solitude. As she eats she comes to the decision that, per her usual neighborly welcoming duties, she’ll whip up a ready-baked casserole in the morning and bring it to the home as a kind gesture – and to determine if the moving man is still in the home.

Before the sun rises, Gabriella’s in the kitchen putting together her neighborhood block party favorite, no peek chicken, along with instructions on how to cook it. She scours her closet for an outfit, opting for her favorite pinstripe navy slim ankle trousers, white tank top, cropped navy cashmere sweater and a pair of navy block heels. She pins half of her hair up in a neat messy bun and curls the bottom half into loose spirals. She quickly applies the basic makeup – powder, eyeliner, lipstick and lightly dusts her cheekbones with blush. Before heading over she grabs her Versace Bright Crystal perfume, bursting two pumps in the air and walking through to apply it as sparingly as possible.

She grabs the casserole dish from the refrigerator and walks to the window to peek through her curtains, which to her surprise, there’s still not a vehicle in the driveway. Rather than assume things, she opts to believe the new homeowner parked their vehicle in the garage.

She walks out the front door and makes her way to the neighbors house, the butterflies in her stomach dissipate as she approaches the front porch. Before she’s able to knock, the door swings open, revealing a man stretching on the other side of the glass storm door wearing nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

She attempts to set her eyes on anything other than him, however, the familiar tattooed arm captures her attention. Her gaze trails down his arm extended above his head to his perfectly sculpted torso. Just as she’s giving in to the temptation to continue down to the waistband emblazoned with the familiar CK logo, the man clears his throat, averting her attention to his face.

“Can I help you?” He asks running his fingers through his chin length, wavy hair to pull it away from his face.

The brisk air doesn’t stop the sweat from beading above her lip, her knees begin to feel weak and she can’t find the words.

“I’m…Umm, I’m your neighbor, Gabriella. I live next door and wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. I would’ve stopped by yesterday, but I wasn’t sure if you lived here. Do you live here? Of course you do! What a dumb question! You just opened the door, in your underwear, so this has to be your home. Anyway, I made a ready-bake no peek chicken casserole for you. I wrote the instructions for it, I just figured it would be easier to just throw this in the oven rather than go grocery shopping the day after you move in and I’m so sorry, I’m just rambling away, what’s your name?” She laughs nervously, deep down inside she wants to quickly set down the Pyrex dish and sprint back to her house.

He opens the door, giving her a clearer view of him, “Jungkook, my name’s Jungkook. Nice to meet you, Ella. It’s okay if I call you Ella, right?” She smiles and nods her head. “Thank you for the food. I planned on ordering delivery, but I can tell this’ll taste much better.” He reaches for the dish and shoots her a smile that nearly melts her – a sharp jaw and manly dimples, pearly white teeth, always the first features she notices about a man and he has them. He stares at her with his large doe eyes, still holding the door open, shivering and his teeth chattering.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! It’s cold and I’m holding you up! You’re welcome, and again, welcome to the neighborhood! I look forward to getting to know you!” Without waiting for a response, she quickly turns and leaves his porch making a hasty retreat back to her house.

Once she’s back inside her warm home, warm blood tints her cheeks and she cups her face in her hands. She’s well aware that it’s not from the warmth of the heat flowing through the house, it’s a feeling she hasn’t enjoyed in quite a while – desire.

She can picture his tattooed arm wrapping around her body, pulling her to him as he gazes into her eyes and kisses her aggressively. The way his muscular body would feel on top of hers, skin to skin, as he ravages her sense of reality with his manhood.

Letting out a deep sigh, she laughs to herself, because she knows very well that she has no time to get involved with anyone. Running her company occupies more of her time than she prefers, yet the long-term benefits outweigh a lack of social life. On the other hand, a couple of hours on a night or two getting hot and heavy with her new hot neighbor would be a convenient opportunity to satisfy her needs.

She pushes the thought to the back of her mind, keeping it there for future reference, if the opportunity happens to arise. Gabriella changes into something a little more comfortable, trading the ankle trousers for satin wide-leg pajama bottoms, hanging the cropped sweater back in her closet, and replacing her heels with her favorite pair of Pink slippers.

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After a long day of cleaning, she retreats to her backyard oasis, kindling a small fire in the stone pit and pouring a glass of wine. The wind whispering through the trees in the forest, owls hooting to one another, insects buzzing in the distance are what compose a relaxing atmosphere for her. She can escape the hustle and bustle of a lengthy commute, overlapping chatter at a restaurant and the constant ringing and dinging of her phone when she withdraws to her sanctuary.

She rests her head back against the patterned cushion of the patio furniture and closes her eyes, taking in the melodic singing of nature – until her serenity is interrupted by the loudest bass drop she’s heard outside of a concert.

“What the fuck is that?” She grumbles to herself. Following the sound, she’s led to the side of her yard where Jungkook just moved in. As she nears the fence, she can hear people laughing and talking louder than necessary.

Although it’s rather irritating to have her quiet night interrupted by his party, she decides to not piss and moan, he did just move in and she understands he’s deserving of a housewarming party. Walking back toward the patio, she grabs her wine and heads inside.

“He could’ve invited me.” She pouts on her way into her room. Rather than dwell on the fact that he completely disregarded her kind gesture and left her out, she plays her favorite sleeping playlist and quickly falls into a deep slumber.

Gabriella’s business has been extremely busy, so she’s had to bring boatloads of work home, however finishing her tasks the last few weeks has not been easy thanks to her gradual irritation with her new annoying neighbor, Jungkook.

Every weekend since he’s moved in he’s thrown a huge party, ten to fifteen cars parked around the cul-de-sac every Friday or Saturday, music blasting until just before dawn. This morning was almost the final straw for her when she found a drunken party-goer peeing in between their houses, luckily for the idiot and Jungkook, he came outside and scolded the man for being a pig.

Nevertheless, her patience was wearing thin, but she figures she can give it the old college try and invite him to her holiday barbecue she’s having next weekend. While she assumes he’s still sleeping, she walks over to leave the invite at his front door.

Carefully opening the storm door, she drops the invite in and gently shuts it and attempts to make a quick retreat. Her escape is unexpectedly spoiled by a familiar voice.

“What’s this?” His hoarse voice barely heard through the storm door.

“It’s an invite, I’m having a barbecue next weekend and figured I should extend an invitation to my new neighbor. Just a friendly gesture from me to you.” Her smug tone isn’t as subtle as she thinks it is.

“Oh, thanks. I’ll try to make it, but I don’t usually plan my weekend in advance, I’m more of a go with the flow type of person.”

She can’t help but find her disdain for this man dissipating as she once again ogles over his half naked body. Unlike the first time they met, he’s wearing sweatpants and it’s evident he has nothing on underneath them. Hanging on his hips, her eyes trail from the waistband to the hanging strings, noticing what appears to be the outline of his generously sized member.

Biting her bottom lip, she lets out a sigh, “Well, I hope you can make it. Spring is the perfect time to enjoy the outdoors around here, our summers are short, hot and humid, so it’s difficult to enjoy the outside during those months…think about it and let me know what you like to drink, that is, if you decide to come.”

“Of course…and I want to apologize about the parties. If you ever have a problem, feel free to come over and let me know.” He shoots her that smile and she melts.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all.” She lies through her teeth and smiles, nodding her head before walking away.

Back at home, she can’t help but laugh at herself, “What the fuck is wrong with you ‘Oh, it’s no problem at all’ my ass!!! If that man wasn’t so damn attractive I’d give him a piece of my mind!”

Once again, rather than dwell on her obvious desperation to get laid, she gets busy focusing on the last few documents she has to prepare for her meeting with the board of directors Monday morning.

Before the afternoon begins to fade into dusk, Gabriella finishes completing her preparations for Monday morning and settles in her backyard oasis once again. Replacing the wine with tea, she relaxes while listening to the tranquil evening song of the night wind.

Just as she’s about to retreat inside, a familiar voice calls to her, “Ella.” Jungkook’s voice is surprising, almost harmonious with the peaceful night sounds.

“Jungkook, you startled me! I’m surprised to see you in my yard, since there’s not a huge party or anything.” She feels liberated using such a sarcastic tone.

Jungkook giggles, acknowledging he understands her mockery, “I was on my balcony and noticed you sitting out back by yourself. Just coming to say hi as my neighborly duty.”

“Well, if you’d watched a little longer, you would’ve noticed I was heading back inside.”

“Well, I see that now, maybe next time.” He begins to head back toward the open gate.

“Jungkook…” She waits until he turns back toward her, “would you care for a cup of tea?”

“Sure.” He replies nonchalantly and strolls over to her patio.

“Okay, I’ll only be a minute.” She disappears into the house, returning about five minutes later. She hands him his tea and sits on the patio chair across from him, blowing into her mug before taking a sip. “You didn’t have any plans for tonight?”

“I told you earlier, I don’t like to make plans. Today was one of those days I felt like relaxing, so here I am.” He sips his tea, lolling his head back to take in the view of the clear sky as the distant rays from the sun tint the sky with warm orange and soft pink tones . “It’s really peaceful out here. I’m used to living in the city, the hustle and bustle of feet shuffling along the sidewalk, noisy traffic, loud music…but here I’m able to attain serenity.”

“That’s why I chose this cul-de-sac.” Gabriella adds. “It’s…private, quiet and surrounded by nature. Aside from the fact there are only five houses and outside of it, there’s not another property for at least two miles.”

“Five houses?” Jungkook asks in confusion.

“There’s a house on the other side of mine, but you wouldn’t notice it if you don’t pay attention. It’s nestled deep in the woods with a gravel driveway, but it’s covered in leaves. It’s actually a beautiful house, it’s unfortunate it wasn’t for sale when I looked here, because I would’ve bought it.” She sighs and sips her tea.

“I never noticed it. It’s probably so peaceful, I’m sure the trees create a sound barrier.” Jungkook gazes off into the direction of the hidden home as he finishes his tea. “Well, I suppose I should get going. Thank you for the tea, Ella.”

“It was my pleasure,” she replies. “We should do this again, that is, if you feel the need for peace and serenity again.”

“Maybe.” His voice deep and seductive, Gabriella's body responds with a buzz of electricity that raises prickly goosebumps on her arms.

“Don’t be a stranger, we are neighbors after all.”

“I won’t,” he responds before heading back to his house.

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The week passes by in a flash, full of meetings and business dinners, making Gabriella that much more excited for the weekend to finally arrive. She loves holiday weekends and gathering with friends and family, she doesn’t feel so alone – but inside she’s secretly hoping Jungkook will attend.

Gabriella finishes setting up her outdoor oasis to accommodate her guests, gives her home a “once-over”, and prepares to welcome her guests as they arrive.

Car by car, her friends and family arrive, filling the backyard with cheerful banter. Everything seems to be perfect, except for one factor – Jungkook still has yet to show up. Gabriella continuously checks her watch, peeks toward the side of the house and even goes as far as to check out the living room window, all to no avail.

She returns to her guests, pushing back the nagging irritation that began to settle in, that is, until the powerful bass drops from the other side of the fence. Her guests attempt to talk loudly over the music, but she insists they move the party into the house. Once everyone’s inside, she makes her move, slipping away on the side of the house, her adrenaline rushing as she approaches his front door.

She can see him through the storm window, entertaining a woman who clearly came for the attention with her barely there, strapless mini dress. He laughs at whatever the woman is saying, fueling her rage even more and she pounds on the tempered glass.

He excuses himself and begins walking toward the door, flashing that smile that can usually make her melt, but not tonight.

“Oh hey, Ella,” he greets her as he steps out onto the porch. “Did you need something?”

She can’t believe the audacity of this man, not only did he completely ignore her invitation, but he also decided to throw another huge party on the same night as her get-together.

“Oh hey?” She snarls, her blood boiling with each passing second. “It’s one thing if you didn’t want to attend my barbecue, but to throw another fucking party on the same night is pretentious!”

Jungkook smacks his forehead, “Oh fuck! I forgot about it, I swear! A few of my friends from college messaged me the day after I received your invite and let me know they’d be in town. I wanted to come, but I haven’t seen them in a couple of years. I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry? Sorry?!” She yells heatedly. “I was okay letting you slide with the first eighteen billion parties you had every damn weekend since you’ve moved in, but this right here crosses the line! I work hard every day of the week! Seven days a week! I rarely get the opportunity to unwind with friends and family, this is one of two events I cater at my home every year, and you ruined it!”

“I ruined it?” Jungkook chuckles, “I didn’t ruin shit, you came over here of your own volition, am I right? You left your party to come over here! You ruined your own fucking party! As a matter of fact, I’ll get back to my party where we’re actually having fun, you can go enjoy your stiff ass guests.”

He turns and walks back in the house, making sure to slam the door behind him – now she’s furious.

“Game on, you annoying prick,” she sneers before returning to her home. She goes inside and puts on her game face, continuing to entertain her guests, plotting her next move in her subconscious.

A couple of weeks after her interrupted party, Gabriella sits in the backyard with her college friend, Taeyhung.

“So, how are things with the neighbor after your party duel?” Taehyung jokingly asks.

“It wasn’t a duel,” she scoffs, “I even invited him to the party, but he instead threw a party of his own. He’s so damn annoying, but that’s not what you’re here to talk about.”

Taehyung chuckles, “You’re right, back to business. Did you have a vision for the pool design, or do you trust my artistic instincts?”

“Tae, I know you,” she chuckles softly, “I don’t want anything extravagant. Simple. Elegant. Like me. A basic lap pool, with a seven, no, eight foot splash pad at the top for lounging and a mid-sized hot tub on the opposite end. Simple.”

Taehyung stands, taking a sip of his tea as he looks over her yard. Making a square with his thumbs and forefingers, he searches the yard for the best placement. She loves watching her friend when he transforms into designer mode, his eyes twinkle with excitement and he turns to her with that perfect boxy smile.

“There,” he points to an area of her large yard, “I think that spot would be perfect. There’s no slope, it leaves enough green space to gather outside of the pool and I can envision the beautiful simplicity of the pool.”

“Let’s do it! How soon can you start?” Gabriella shrieks in excitement.

“I’ll get the approval to dig within the next couple of days, this has to start sooner than later, so you can enjoy your pool before the temperature drops. With only eight weeks of Summer here, the pool will be ready for use just a couple of weeks before fall begins.”

“Tae, if it can’t happen until the spring, I’m okay with that. No need to put that much pressure on yourself.”

“It’s no pressure at all. I know you’ve been under a lot of stress, I’m even going to add a few upgrades for free.” He winks at her before finishing, “I’m going to make sure it’s heated so the water is always a pleasant temperature, an automatic pool cover and color changing pool lights. You’re my friend and if you hadn’t supported me in the beginning, I don’t know if my business would be this successful.”

“Tae, you really don’t–”

“I do. I’ll add a slide coming from your balcony if you’d like!”

They both laugh and make their way back over to the patio and continue into the night reminiscing on the carefree days of college. As the evening sky begins to fill with stars, they finally decide to call it a night.

“I’ll call you when I get the approval to dig and begin working on your pool immediately, until then, Goodnight Gabriella.”

“Goodnight Tae.”

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With a few weeks left until summer, the digging for her pool and settling of the dirt is ready for concrete to be laid. Gabriella strolls around her future pool, imagining the parties she will have, even able to cater to her family and friends' children, her children one day, she’s enlightened at the thought.

Making her way back to the house, she hears loud machine noises coming from Jungkook's side of the fence. Her curious nature gets the best of her and she heads to the fence, peering through the small gaps in the wood. She can see a small excavator digging in the yard, but what she sees next bothers her the most – Taehyung and Jungkook looking over blueprints.

“What the fuck?” She curses under her breath. “Is he having a pool installed too? Whatever, it’s his property, he can do what he wants.”

Rather than make a fuss, she’s happy Taehyung is getting business and making money, supporting her friend is much more important than her own personal grievances.

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Three weeks into summer and her pool is finally ready for use. She invites her siblings and their children to enjoy the pool. They come nearly everyday for a week, even while she’s at work and nothing could bring her more joy.

She invites some of her closest friends for a swim on the weekend and she’s ready to let loose. After a short dip in the pool they relax on lounge chairs in the splash pad and she gives them the latest update on her annoying neighbor.

“Then this douchebag installs a pool with waterpark amenities! He even has a slide that comes off of his balcony into the pool! If I didn’t know any better, I’d believe he was trying to upstage me every chance he gets, just fucking annoying!” Gabriella rolls her eyes and slams the remaining wine in her glass.

“Listen, Gabs, don’t fret yourself with the likes of that man! He’s clearly trying to overcompensate for his shortcomings, if you know what I mean.” Her best friend, Jisoo, laughs hysterically at her own joke.

“Ji, I don’t think he has any shortcomings in that department, more of just an immature outlook on life…one that irks my very being, but I’ll just continue to brush him and his childlike ways off.”

Their conversation is cut short by the sudden loud music coming from Jungkook’s yard, “So this is what you’re talking about,” Jisoo scoffs. “How the fuck are we supposed to relax poolside with–” Her eyes widen as she stares over the fence.

Gabriella follows her gaze and sees her neighbor, completely naked – and clearly well endowed – at the top of his slide. She can’t tear her eyes away from his body as the setting sun tints his sun-kissed skin with a pink glow, but as much as she’s enjoying this view she’s also filled with rage.

“That’s fucking it!” She immediately rises from her chair and runs to her neighbors to really give him a piece of her mind.

She bypasses the front door and heads to the other side of his house, opening his gate and running to the backyard just as he launches from the slide into the pool. To her surprise, he’s alone, but that’s not what’s important.

“Jungkook!” She screams his name as he emerges from the water, startling him and he just smiles.

He swims to the shallow end of the pool and gets out, quickly grabbing his towel and loosely wrapping it around his waist.

“Ella! I can turn the music down, I didn’t even realize you were in your pool.” He smiles as he gives her exposed body a once over. She feels naked having chosen the skimpiest thong bikini she has, clearly not expecting to meet him like this.

“I don’t give a shit about the music, I’ve become immune to it.” She snarls, “What I’m concerned about is the fact that you decided to come out onto your balcony in your birthday suit.”

“Did it make you uncomfortable or maybe it made you hot and bothered?” He jokes.

“I…ugh, fuck no! What if my nieces and nephews were over again to swim? Did you think about that? There are families in this neighborhood and your balcony is viewable from both backyards on either side of your house! You really need to grow the fuck up!”

She storms off without another word and returns to her friends. They don’t say a word, but they’ve heard everything she’s said. They suggest moving the party into the house and to put this incident behind her in hopes that he’s learned his lesson and it won’t happen again.

Gabriella has spent most of the summer enjoying her pool and fall is beginning to settle in, luckily Taehyung installed a pool heater. It’s quite refreshing to leave the cool night air and blanket herself in the security of the warm water. Stepping out of the pool and back into the cool air is exhilarating.

Hurrying back into the house, she changes into warm, dry clothes and relaxes in her chaise lounge after her tea finishes steeping. While looking out at her front yard, she realizes it’s in desperate need of landscaping.

She contacts a well-known landscaping company and schedules an overhaul of her yard – removal of all dead and dying plants, shrubbery upgrade from the dried up sprinter boxwood to Korean Spice Viburnum, petunias planted under the large weeping willow and a Tiered Versailles Fountain surrounded by winter boxwoods.

She excitedly hangs up the phone and begins picturing how lavish, yet classic and simple her yard will be. It’s been a few years since she last had the landscaping done, so it’s time for a change anyway

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After a week of waiting, her new landscaping was underway. They’d installed the fountain first, as it was the most difficult portion of the design, and now they’re beginning the removal process of the old shrubbery and plants.

Once the yard work is finished, she thanks the workers and takes pictures to send to her best friend. In five years, she’s gone from a small business owner to one of the largest conglomerates in the Northern United States.

Gabriella is proud of herself, proud of the woman she’s become – independent and carefree. Yet, the loneliness she’s begun to feel over the last year is almost too much to bear.

“Maybe that’s why I tolerate the gorgeous, annoying fucker next door,” she grumbles to herself.

The last relationship she was in ended abruptly and she promised herself that the next man would be the type to appreciate a successful woman. However, she wasn’t so sure that Jungkook was that type of man either.

Why is he so competitive? She ponders. Whatever his reason, he’s still a douchebag.

She pushes her inquisitive thoughts to the back of her mind and returns inside to her home office to finalize a proposal. Oftentimes she feels as if her work never ends, that she’s drowning without water, nevertheless, in the end it’s all worth it. She always emerges above water and becomes stronger.

She’s exhausted from everything and goes straight to bed, allowing her pillow to absorb all of her worries.

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The next morning she stands at her kitchen island, sipping her coffee and checking her emails. There's a commotion outside and her first thought is that Jungkook is up to something.

She heads to the picture window and can’t believe what she’s seeing, “This motherfucker!” She rushes out the front door wearing only a satin robe and a short slip underneath.

Jungkook stands with his back facing her in his driveway, directing the landscaping company, “Move it that way about four feet and away from the house another two to three feet!”

“Jungkook!” Gabriella screams, startling him a bit.

He whips around, “Ella! You scared me! What brings you out here…dressed like that?” Once again he looks her up and down, admiring her curves as she realizes what she’s wearing and pulls the satin robe tightly around her body.

“It’s one thing to upgrade your landscape, but to go so far as to put that over-the-top marble statue fountain is a little much. I’m not saying you can’t have a fountain, but this is excessive?”

Jungkook laughs heartily, “I wasn’t aware that there was a limit to the type or size of fountain I could have installed in my yard. I didn’t see that in the neighborhood handbook?”

“My friends were right…” She snarls, “You must be overcompensating for your shortcomings.”

“Wouldn’t you like to find out,” Jungkook snaps back, his cocky tone infuriates Gabriella.

“I wouldn’t fuck you with a pocket pussy!” A downright lie was the only comeback she could gather in that moment.

“Yeah, okay. Well…” He pauses and smiles at her with confidence, because he knows as well as her that he’s won this argument, “if you don’t have anything else, I’m fairly busy right now, doing what I want on my property. Have a great day.”

“Rrgh,” she growls in defeat as she watches him walk away. Deep down, she wishes they could just get along – but is he really the problem?

Two months have passed, aside from the occasional eyerolls or flipping each other off, neither of them have spoken a word to one another. Gabriella could care less, winter is settling in swiftly, the sub-freezing temperatures have chilled her, literally.

Winter there can be brutal, the numbing cold is only a small portion of the savage climate – it’s the unpredictable blizzards that create the utmost danger.

Fortunately, Ella has lived in this private cul-de-sac for three years and she experienced a monstrous blizzard the first year she lived here. After being stuck in her house for nearly two days without electricity, she made the logical decision to have a state-of-the-art generator installed for emergency purposes.

As she waits for the generator technician to finish the yearly maintenance and test run on her generator, a thought crosses her mind – Jungkook's house doesn’t have a generator.

She laughs at her naivety, because he could probably care less about her well-being, so why should she give two fucks about his. Just then, the tech knocks at her patio door, letting her know he’s finished everything.

“You’re good to go. This generator will last you at least 30 more years, having the shed built to keep it safe from all weather conditions was a smart move. Honestly, more homeowners should do that.”

“I definitely did my research before purchasing this model, so I figured that would be the easiest way to keep it intact. Well, thank you so much! Have a great day and keep warm, it’s getting cold out here!”

Gabriella bundles up with blankets on the sofa, enjoying a mug of hot cocoa and browsing through the television channels. Across the bottom of all local channels is the same message – Blizzard Season.

Last year was the same, although it wasn’t as bad as the first and second year, she still gets nervous at the thought. After much consideration, she’d made the executive decision to have all employees work from home for the next three weeks. She isn’t willing to risk anyone having an accident or being stranded at the office, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Over the next week, other than below zero wind chill, there hasn’t been a snowflake in sight. However, that soon changes as the forecaster predicts a snow storm with expectations of twelve or more inches, beginning tonight around 10:00 PM.

She prepares herself for the worst, immediately heading to the store and stocking up on hand warmers, bottled water, candles, flashlight batteries, thick socks and gloves and gas for her snowblower.

As she arrives back to her house, the flurries have begun and she knows this is the “calm” before the storm. As she waits for her garage door to open, she glances over at Jungkook’s house, wondering if he’s prepared for the storm. For a moment, she thinks about being the bigger person and letting him know if his situation goes south he can come to her house. She knows the previous owners didn’t bother having a generator installed, since it was just a summer home for them it wasn’t necessary. Just as quickly as the thought crosses her mind, she dismisses it and pulls into the garage.

“If he needs my help, he can come and ask for it since he’s such a big man.” Instantly, all of the agitated feelings she had before rush back. Once inside the house she takes a couple shots of warmed brandy to ease the tension and soothe her chilled bones.

A couple of hours pass and the severity of the storm intensifies. As she peers out the picture window, the snow is a thick blanket on the ground, drifting snow has gathered down the dark road leading out of the cul-de-sac in mounds nearly four to five feet high and visibility is limited through the falling flakes.

She glances over at Jungkook’s house and notices his lights are still on, not that she cares, but she does feel a bit of relief. Even though she loathes the man, she doesn’t want him freezing to death, because they can’t get along. Going against her own best judgment, she decides that, in the event he loses power, she’ll extend the olive branch and invite him to her house.

Just as she’s about to settle on the sofa and check the news the wind and snow pick up, the eye of the storm has arrived and it’s only going to get worse from here. Rather than worry herself, she turns on her relaxation playlist and slowly drifts to sleep.

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A few hours pass and she wakes up to a frightening scene outside of her window – the street lights are either off or the snow’s so thick she can’t see them. She checks her generator on the interior monitor and sees that the autostart has engaged. Quickly running to her window she strains to see Jungkook’s house, from her view it seems to be pitch black, until she notices a faint light passing by a window.

“Fuck,” she mumbles under her breath. On one hand, she can’t stand the fucker and doesn’t want to travel through the deep snow to offer her help. On the other hand, her humanity is telling her she has to at least attempt to help him. “If he says no, I’m not going to beg him.”

She quickly throws on a pair of thick socks, her snow pants and boots, winter coat and gloves, grabbing a flashlight and hand warmers before walking out of her front door and making the treacherous trek to his house. Her cheeks burn from the frosty wind and she immediately regrets leaving the house without her scarf.

After what felt like an eternity she’s at his front door, banging loudly, not out of worry, but because she wants to get shelter from the wind. She sees a candle through the window and then the door opens. Jungkook lets her in, wearing jogging pants and a sweater with a throw blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“What the hell are you doing? It’s deadly out there!” Jungkook scolds her.

“What am I doing? What are you doing? It’s freezing in here, I take it you lost power?” She asks sincerely.

“Obviously, otherwise I wouldn’t be standing here with a candle and you definitely wouldn’t have come to check on me.” He laughs heartily.

“How can you joke at a time like this?” Her frustration builds up, “People die in these types of situations!” She’s shaking with anger.

“Calm down, I was just joking,” his tone comes off timid, very unlike his usual cocky persona.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t come to start an argument, I came to tell you that if you wanted to, you’re more than welcome to take shelter at my house until it’s safe to return to your house.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose, but I also don’t want to freeze to death.” His doe eyes pout at her, “But how do you still have power?”

“I’ll explain when we get to my house, now go and pack some dry clothes and pajamas, bring enough clothes for at least a couple days. Only because it could take them a day or two to get the electricity back up and running. There’s no need to run back and forth until then.” She nods for him to hurry. Jungkook scurries off into the darkness and comes back a bit later with a duffle bag following her out the front door and back to her house.

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JK changes into dry clothes and returns to the living room, still toweling his hair dry and drops onto the sofa on the opposite end from her. His long, wavy locks fluff up around his face, his biceps flexing with each scrub and she can’t help but stare.

“It’s crazy how different your house is from mine,” he says, his eyes gazing up at the vaulted ceiling, “My ceiling is high, but yours appears massive.”

“This isn’t an HOA, when the homeowners built their houses they were given free range to choose whatever style fit their taste. My house is nothing, the first house on the left is like a castle! There’s marble flooring throughout the entire place!” Her eyes sparkle as she talks about it, her small interior design business grew into one of the largest architecture firms solely based on her designs and visions.

“Your house is pretty awesome, I mean, mine is decent, but the interior in mine is a bit outdated?” His face reddens with embarrassment.

“Oh, believe me, I know,” she jokes. “I had to update a lot of this home when I purchased it! I felt like the 80’s smashed into the 90’s when I first viewed this home, but I could see it had potential.”

“I’ll definitely need to update mine once the weather warms up and I hear there’s a well-known interior designer in the neighborhood.” He grins at her softly and she begins to see a different side of him.

“Well, maybe she can find time in her tight schedule to go over some ideas and get a little inspiration from that homeowner.” She replies coyly.

“If you don’t mind, can I have a tour? Maybe I can get some design inspo from this beautifully designed home?” His tone is curious and flirty.

“Of course, where would you like to start?”

“I typically like to start from the bottom and work my way up.” Jungkook asserts provocatively.

Gabriella’s cheeks warm with bashfulness as she forces herself not to smile. Instead, she heads to the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine, “Care for a glass?”

A half-grin forms on his face and he nods his head in acceptance. She pours the wine and slides his glass across the island, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

She walks toward the basement entry and he follows in stride, unable to admire the architecture with her tiny waist and round ass in front of him. He’s only had tiny glimpses of her perfect frame considering most of their encounters end in arguments, but tonight he’s going for a different approach.

Jungkook can’t deny the fact that he was captivated by her the moment he first laid eyes on her, since then he’s realized his approach to get her attention wasn’t going to work. He could tell she saw him as a man, nevertheless, he deciphered his body wasn’t the key to get him any closer to her.

Everytime she was near him, he wanted to pull her body close to his, his large hand on the small of her back, their lips meeting, flesh to flesh, but the opportunity never arose. Even when she was angry and yelling at him, he found himself turned on, desiring her even more.

As she talked about the different areas in her basement, like her art studio, music studio and design room, all he could think about was laying her petite body on multiple surfaces.

“I know your house already has a media room in the basement, but there’s definitely room to expand it.” She turns to see Jungkook in a daze, obviously not hearing a word she’s said. “Your cheeks are a bit rosy, can’t handle the wine?” She teases.

“Huh?” His daze is broken, “Oh, no, I can handle my liquor, I was just thinking of different ideas for my…basement.”

“Well, I think expanding the home theater would be great, you’d definitely spend more time there…rather than outside.”

“About that,” his voice timid again, “Sorry about being so annoying. It’s just my first home and I wanted to enjoy the first year as much as possible, before life gets in the way.”

“I get it. When I first bought this house five years ago, I think I partied nearly everyday for the first few months! I mean, my parties weren’t as wild as yours and I made sure that after a certain time we moved into the house, but I understand. No explanation necessary.” She smiles and nods for him to follow her back upstairs, grabbing the wine from the kitchen they get comfortable on the floor in front of the fireplace.

A couple of bottles later, “While I attended Cornell University's Architecture program, I did interior design on the side. I had to pay for as much of the tuition after aid that I could, I didn’t want to finish college in debt. My network grew and by the time I finished college, I’d traveled to so many states doing interior design just from word of mouth. I was able to expand the small business I started from interior design to include architecture.”

“That’s pretty fucking awesome and an accomplishment worth bragging about. Cheers to Ella and her successful life she’s manifested!” They clink their glasses together and their eyes meet.

Never did the thought cross her mind that she’d be sitting on her living room floor, enjoying a conversation with Jungkook. The more she learns about him, the more intrigued she becomes by his mysteriousness.

“Enough about me, what about you? I know you own the largest moving company in the United States, how did you begin?” She finishes her wine and fills her glass, emptying the third bottle.

“I’ll grab another one,” he suggests, quickly heading to the kitchen and bringing back a bottle. After filling his glass again, he begins, “I came from a normal family, nothing glamorous or spectacular, just a blue collar working father and a part-time waitressing mother. As the youngest of four, I always felt forgotten about, which for most people leads to bad decisions. Instead, I focused on school and getting into college, I wanted to make my parents proud…I wanted them to notice me.” Tears well in her eyes as she listens to the raw, pure emotion in his voice.

“I maintained a 4.0 GPA throughout high school, senior year the offers were pouring in, but none of the colleges piqued my interest. I began applying to schools like Harvard, Yale, Columbia, major ivy league universities and a couple of them responded, but I realized the tuition was beyond my reach even with aid. I was about to give up, when I received an offer from Stanford University. A full-ride scholarship, but I had to write a full scale business plan in order for further consideration. While finishing high school, I switched one of my electives to an AP Business Class, where I quickly learned how to prepare a successful business plan.”

“What made you choose a moving company?” Gabriella questions, fully invested in his climb to success.

“I knew I wanted to run my own business and many ideas crossed my mind, but I also wanted it to be a business that benefited blue collar workers, like my dad. That’s when I decided on the moving company. We not only would provide pick-up and drop-off, we’d also provide storage for those that have sold their current home and were waiting to get into a new home or for it to be built. Before going to college, my parents had a going away party, since I didn’t get a graduation party. At the end of the night, after everyone left, they sat me in the living room and handed me a bank book. From the time I was born, until I left for college, they’d saved $100 a week, over $93,000, for me. I took a small portion of that money and bought a moving truck and started a small moving business, just to continue adding to the money. By the time I graduated college, my business had already expanded throughout the state of California, I had over twenty moving trucks and 80 employees. I guess you can say we both succeeded in the same fashion, from pure drive and motivation.”

“Fucking amazing!” She cups her mouth in embarrassment after she yelled out drunkenly.

Jungkook laughs, “Well, I think you’re pretty fucking amazing too.” Sincerity in his tone awakens something inside of her. She leans forward and kisses him on his soft lips, she quickly pulls away, but his arm wraps around and brings her face within centimeters of his. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this moment.” Desperation and desire explode as their mouths part and tongues meet, a warm explosion of want and need. Their hands touch and explore each other's warm bodies, yearning for more with each caress, but Gabriella breaks away from the kiss.

“Slow down, we’ve got time, neither of us is going anywhere anytime soon.” She points toward the window, where the since forgotten snow storm is still bearing down ruthlessly just beyond the glass. She stands up and reaches her hand out for him to grab, “Let me finish giving you the tour.”

He rushes to his feet and follows behind her, unable to keep his hands to himself, he gently backs her up against the wall halfway up the stairs. Lifting one of her legs, he lowers himself enough to grind against her warm core. His mouth is unable to stay in one place as his lips meet her neck, then her collarbone, until he gently nibbles at her erect nipple through her satin top.

The mix of pain and pleasure rushes from her nipple to her overstimulated cunt as his hard cock rubs against her clit through his pants. The sound of her moans hastens his needy instinct, his hips rotate in a frenzy until the crotch of his once light gray sweats are dark and wet with their juices.

She can’t hold back any longer, pulling the waist of his pants down and sliding the short satin shorts to the side, longing to feel him inside of her. Grabbing his thick cock with her tiny hand, she places it between her slick lips, “I need to feel you, become one with you, please,” she begs as her demand for pleasure intensifies.

His lips kiss her softly and he gently inches into her, feeling the stretch of her untouched walls the deeper he ascends. Gripping him tight, he focuses on pleasing her, fighting the urge to paint her walls with his sticky nectar.

He lifts her other leg and she wraps around him, hugging him tightly as he grips her ass and begins to stroke methodically in and out of her. She nibbles at his lobe, before burying her face into his neck, leaving marks of passion. He begins to feel her walls pulsate and a rush of warmth as she reaches her peak, slowing his stroke until she’s finished.

Lowering her shaking legs, his hooded eyes dark and burning with a fiery passion, she begins to lead him up the stairs, but he isn’t quite done. He leans up against her backside, lowering her onto the stairs and position her ass in the air. He easily slides back into her slick opening, spreading her cheeks as he pounds into her relentlessly, her body trembling as she quickly reaches another high. He pulls his cock out, stroking it slowly to keep his momentum going, but she lays there spent and needing a moment.

Jungkook effortlessly rolls her over and scoops her petite body into his arms and carries her to the top of the stairs, “Which way to your room?” She points down the long corridor to double glass doors and he wastes no time taking her there.

He enters the large master suite, her bed lies in the center of the room, a king-sized canopy with sheer drapes hanging on all four sides. He moves one of the soft curtains aside and places her on the edge of the bed, lowering to his knees and spreading her legs, his warm, soft tongue flicks gently at her sensitive nub.

The jolt of pleasure brings life back to her nearly limp body and she reaches her hands to grip her fingers in his wavy hair. He pushes her hood back and his mouth engulfs her clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue. She rolls her hips, fucking herself with his mouth, creating a buzz of electricity as she cums on his chin.

She scoots back on her bed and motions for him to join her. He frantically lifts his shirt over his head and steps out of his jogging pants, crawling to her, kissing her body as he makes his way up, settling his hips between her thighs.

Gabriella has other plans in mind as she wraps her legs around him and rolls them over, positioning herself on top. He reaches up and cups her plump breasts, kneading her nipples as she lowers herself onto his stiff member.

She slowly slides up and down his shaft, his toes curling as he tries to fight his high. Her sliding shifts to bouncing, her own desperation to cum again takes over her entire being. Jungkook can see the neediness in her eyes, gripping her hips and holding her steady, he begins to thrust upward into her.

He penetrates her and stops, hurriedly rolling her onto her back and pushing her legs to her shoulders, hovering his face within an inch of hers before continuing the savage pounding. Their harmonious moans and the squelching of their mixed juices pushes them both over the edge. They never break eye contact as their peaks meet one another, like a volcano erupting he fills her with his warm cum, sweat dripping from his face, soaking the comforter beneath her.

He finally lowers himself on top of her, spent, his stamina needing a recharge. She pulls the throw blanket from the end of the bed and tosses it over them as Jungkook slides to her side, she rolls over and scoots her ass against him, pulling his arm over her as they drift to sleep.

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Gabriella wakes up with a slight headache, but the feeling of Jungkook’s warm, sleeping body next to hers is settling, relaxing enough to ease the pain just a bit. She attempts to get up and his arm tightens around her body, “Just a little longer, please.” His pouty voice almost wins her over.

“As much as I’d love to stay here like this, we need some coffee and I need to check the status of the electricity in the neighborhood.” He lets out a long sigh, before giving in, throwing the blanket from his naked body and stretching his limbs.

She gets up from the bed and admires all of the glory that is Jeon Jungkook, the man she once loathed, has now become the object of her affection…or desire. Whatever he may become, last night will be a memory she keeps nestled away for a long time.

She heats up the water and begins making the drip coffee, before checking her phone. Just as Jungkook makes his way into the kitchen, her phone rings.

“Hello?...Okay…Well that’s a good thing and very fast…I’ll go check on my neighbors since the street’s still inaccessible…Stay warm and have a good day…goodbye…”

She hangs up and pours their coffee, “The electricity is restored, so you’ll be able to go home, that is, whenever you’re ready.”

“I think I’ll stay for a bit, if that’s okay with you.” She smiles and they enjoy coffee and a small breakfast together. He leads her to the guest bathroom and they shower together, put on lounging clothes and lay together on the sofa until they fall asleep watching TV.”

Gabriella wakes up just as the sun’s setting, but Jungkook isn’t next to her. She gets up and looks out the window at his house and sees the lights are on, her heart begins to feel a little heavy, but she knows it was probably just a one time occurrence and won’t happen again.

She walks into the kitchen to get a glass of water and notices a piece of paper on the island under his coffee cup:

“Ella,

I’m not sure what to say, but I know I want to say ‘Thank You’.

I don’t know if I would’ve survived the night alone in my house, even after everything we’ve been through, you still offered me a safe haven, and I appreciate you for that.

Where we go from here, who knows, but let’s not make things awkward, we can go back to the way things used to be (minus the arguing) and start on a new foot, fresh, being normal neighbors.

I owe you for everything, and I mean everything.

Jungkook”

She’s not sure how to feel, she wants to scream and cry from shame. She wants to run over to his house and tell him how she feels, tell him that she doesn’t want to be normal neighbors, that she wants more.

However, she knows she’ll do neither, she’ll accept things as they are and continue living her life like she has been – accepting the loneliness.

It’s been over a week since that night and they haven’t argued, in fact, they haven’t spoken to each other either. Gabriella has returned back to her busy work schedule, so it’s been a little easier to ignore the nagging feeling in her gut.

Friday evening, as she returns from work, Jungkook is sitting on his front porch. She wonders if he’s waiting for her, so rather than pull in the garage, she parks in front of it. She hopes he’ll call out to her and she’ll run over there eagerly, but he doesn’t, he sits and stares at his phone, not even a glance in her direction.

Gabriella finally loses it, she can’t take the unknown, she needs to figure out what’s going on and why he hasn’t spoken to her in over a week. She silently storms over, determined to speak her mind and get things off of her chest.

“Why the silent treatment for over a week? I thought–” Gabriella is abruptly cut off.

“Jungkook, we cleared the air, agreed to let bygones be bygones…are you saying we didn’t?” Irritation radiates in her tone, but Gabriella remains as calm as reasonably possible.

“Was it that good?” Jungkook teases.

“Was it…Fuck you, Kook! Fuck you! Is everything a damn joke to you? I thought you were different, but I guess I was wrong!” Anger flows through her blood.

He sees the tears welling in her eyes, moving his gaze from her to the quiet street, “I’m sorry,” He replies as he stands and walks toward the door, “but that wasn't my intention.”

“Then what was your intention?” Her voice breaks, the emotions building within her on the brink of eruption.

With his back turned to her, hand on the storm door handle, he mumbles nearly incoherently, “I don’t know.” He walks into the house, closing the door in her face.

“MOTHERFUCKER!!!!” She screams inside, but her pride can’t let him know how weak he’s made her.

Gabriella is livid, she wants to smash his windows, take a sledgehammer to his fountain, but instead she trudges back to her house in pure defeat. He fooled her, he played the role he needed to that night to get in her pants, got what he wanted and now she’s just another notch on his belt.

She slams her door causing the entry table to rock and her treasured vase to fall and shatter to the floor. Her overwhelming emotions tip over the edge and the tears stream down her face. She feels used, stupid, unworthy and unwanted, all because of her annoying ass neighbor, Jungkook.

She’s about to grab the broom when there’s a knock at her door. She isn’t expecting any guests, but when she opens the door, she’s frozen with shock.

“Fuck! I don’t even know why I’m here!” Jungkook stands there winded and sweaty, wearing only a tank top, basketball shorts and slippers, “I just know that I’m sorry. I’m not sure how to do this relationship shit! You’re the first woman I’ve ever longed for, desired, the few others I’ve been with were nothing to me, just something to do, but you…you’re special.” The tears run down his rosy cheeks as he shivers from the cold.

Gabriella quickly opens the door, “Come inside. Why would you come here dressed like that?” She ushers him to the fireplace and wraps the throw blanket around his shoulders.

“I just don’t want to get left behind by you, you’re older, you’ve experienced more in life that I haven’t yet. I don’t want you to get bored with my curiosity, my interests, with all of the things you’ve already done that I have yet to tap into.” He sobs. “I don’t want to be the forgotten child again. Isn’t that how you view me? The immature, annoying guy from next door?”

Gabriella smiles, “From the day I met you, I viewed you as a man. Yes, you did shit that drove me insane, but at the same time, deep down, it made me want to get to know you even more. Now that I’ve gotten a glimpse into you, the real you, I want more. I would never get bored with you, you keep me on my toes, keep me striving for more out of life, more out of you.”

Jungkook sniffles and wipes his face with his shirt, “Then where do we go from here?” He looks up at her with his large, brown doe eyes.

“I don’t know where we go from here, but wherever we go, let’s go together.”

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Starting Over: Revamped

✎ pairing: non-idol! Jimin x OC

✎ au/genre: non-idol au, angst, smut, e2l

✎ rating: MA

✎ wc: 3751

✎ warnings: lack of communication leads to misunderstandings, accidental stimulation, graphic language and explicit sexual content, make-up sex ✎an: a big thanks to @downbad4yoongi and @moonleeai for their great feedback and editing at the last minute! This retake of one of my first network stories never would've been possible without you too!!!

Summary: When an ex reaches out for closure, Serenity is unsure of how things will play out, and even more unsure of how she wants them to be. Will he finally get the closure he needs?

“Why did I agree to this?” Serenity asks herself over and over again, even now after she boards the plane. On the one hand, she spent four years of her life with him, on the other hand, it was a horrible breakup, and many issues were left unresolved.

It’s been almost a year since she’s seen him, even longer since they’ve actually talked, but last month he reached out to her. She blocked him on all social media, changed her number, and even moved back to the states to create as much distance as possible from him. Nevertheless, her sister ran into him while on vacation and said he begged for her number– of course she gave it to him, insisting it was the right thing to do since he’d told her a conversation was all he desired.

Here she is, a month later, on a flight he paid for. She thought he’d make a million excuses before she agreed to see him, but surprisingly he only had one, “I need to see you, I need closure, you need closure, and we won’t get that over the phone.” She was reluctant, but she agreed only on the condition that he pay for her flight – he caught her off guard by also paying for her Airbnb.

After retrieving her luggage and securing a taxi, Serenity’s mind was wandering with ideas of what he possibly has to say that’s too important to be said over the phone.

He should’ve said what he needed to before he stormed out of their apartment that day. He left her with rent and bills she couldn’t afford to pay, and at the time, she refused to admit her fault in their breakup.

She now realizes it was wrong to only blame him because she hadn’t made an effort to communicate then either. Nevertheless, the fact that he wants to actually talk in person and get closure – lack of communication being the main issue throughout their entire relationship – may help mend the open wounds they were both left with so abruptly. Serenity’s in dire need of a vacation anyway, so she plans to revel in this rare opportunity.

She unpacks and settles in at the Airbnb, the home isn’t your typical South Korean Hanok, but she’s falling in love with the intricate details. Serenity can see the owners took pride in keeping some of the small intricate details of the home while renovating it, utilizing the size of the large yard to add a pool and hot tub. The stylish modern kitchen was an added touch that she didn’t expect - definitely something she plans to have in her future home. They even kept the old doors and entry gate, refurbishing them to their original state and still using a key to enter rather than a keypad entry system.

She texts Jimin letting him know that she’s arrived and is settled in, he responds to let her know he’s in a meeting and when he finishes up there, he’ll be on his way.

“On his way? Wasn’t aware I’d have to see him the first day I arrive,” she grumbles, staring at her phone. She sends a thumbs-up emoji back, but she actually wants to send an angry face.

She showers and chooses the perfect outfit to show him exactly what he’s been missing – a tight chiffon button-up with the top three buttons undone, black lace longline balconette bra, and black skinny jeans paired with her favorite black stiletto heels that make her stand almost as tall as him. She hopes they'll go somewhere public–contemplates suggesting it– she wants him to know, to see, that he left the best woman any man would beg to be with.

Her phone dings with a text from Jimin informing her of his ETA, and panic sets in – is she really ready to see him? Frantically, she searches the kitchen, finding a fully stocked wine fridge, and grabs the best bottle she can find. She returns to the living room with two glasses, staging the coffee table for his arrival.

She waits patiently for his arrival, scrolling through social media, double-tapping pictures of her friends partying back home. Quickly growing bored with her phone, she begins looking around the house, her first stop the kitchen, rummaging through drawers and cabinets, and finding the refrigerator unusually full of fresh groceries.

She turns around and is surprised to see Jimin walk in without knocking, dropping a set of keys on the entryway table, and he flashes that unforgettable smile at her.

She makes her way around the kitchen island, her hair exactly the way he loves it - half up in a bun, the rest hanging down her back - her makeup is flawless, and she smiles a welcoming smile back as he approaches her.

“Serenity, it’s been so long, but you still look...stunning,” Jimin pauses, looking her up and down, taking in every inch of her. “I’m glad you decided to come.” He wraps his arms around her and hugs her firmly. She returns his hug, inhaling his familiar scent, and feels like she could melt in his arms.

“Jimin, you still look great as well, I see life’s been treating you well. Care for a glass of wine?” She asks, peeling herself away from the hug before she’s lost in him again, and walks over to pour the glasses of wine. He nods in acceptance.

He swirls the glass of red wine around before bringing the rim to his lips, tipping the glass back, he finishes it in nearly a single swallow.

“Ahhh…Okay, I need to shower and change into something a little less stiff…” Again, Jimin looks her up and down. “I need to match your vibe, and I’ve been in this suit all day.” She wasn’t expecting him to leave so abruptly, just as she didn’t expect him to show up unexpectedly.

“How long do you think you’ll be? How far is your house from here? I’m only asking because I don’t want to get too drunk before you come back,” she laughs nervously.

He shoots her that devious smile she came to miss over time, “I am home, this…” Jimin makes a sweeping motion with his hands, “...is my home, I assumed you would’ve figured that out when you arrived. Did you not go into the bedroom on this floor?”

A small ping of irritation and anger ran up her spine. Rather than just allow her to reserve her own hotel or Airbnb, he was insistent on getting it for her – only to have her stay at his private home?

“No, I didn’t realize there was a room down here. I went directly upstairs and picked the largest room that I could only assume was the Master suite… Why didn’t you just tell me I would be staying in your home?”

“Honestly, because I knew you wouldn’t come here if I’d told you this was my house. I said I have a house you can stay at, I never said I was renting one.” Putting his hands up, placating, “I should’ve been forthcoming from the beginning, though. I can still book you a room or rent you a place if you’d prefer.”

Serenity can’t help but notice how sad he looks, not that she should care, but she doesn’t mind the house or the location. Rather than pack her belongings and let the petty urge tell him to find her another place, she gives in.

“No, it’s fine, Jimin. I’m already unpacked and settled in, it would be ridiculous for me to leave now, it’s not like I’m here for months.” She gives him a warning glare before continuing, “However, we’ll stay in separate rooms, and don’t try to sneak into my room in the middle of the night…unless I invite you.”

Her hand slaps over her mouth and embarrassment begins to settle in. She winks at him, a feeble attempt to play it off, and downs the rest of her wine. She can’t lie, watching his eyes go from soft and sincere to dark and fiery, brings a sense of satisfaction.

“Okay, I can respect that.” He smirks, the corner of his mouth turning up devilishly. “I’ll clean up and get dressed so we talk while finishing that bottle of wine, maybe even go into the city a little later?” She smiles and nods in silent agreement pouring another glass of wine, his smile broadens, and he quickly disappears down the hallway.

A bottle of wine and a little over an hour later, laughter fills the once-quiet house.

“Jimin! You still have the same sense of humor I see. I'm glad you find it funny that I ended up with such an eccentric roommate, but once I got to know her, she turned out to be pretty cool and easy to talk to!” Serenity pauses to fill her glass again, “Soooo, what’s new with you? Any lucky lady in your life now? You can tell me, my jealous tendencies are long gone now, I finally realized what I can bring to the table, so if a man can’t accept my greatness, then he can have whatever peasant he decides. However, he will never be able to forget this Queen, so, his loss.”

She drunkenly brought her glass to her lips and in her tipsy state, forgot she just gave herself a refill. The wine rushes out of the glass onto her face and inevitably onto her white shirt, a bright red blotch spreads quickly across her chest.

“Shit! This is a new shirt!”

Jimin quickly runs into the kitchen, grabbing a towel and club soda, rushing back over to help remove the stain. He was no more sober than her, so without thinking, he begins frantically pouring the club soda directly onto the stain, blotting and rubbing her chest with the towel.

The shirt hugs her breasts exactly where the stain is. He makes an effort to be gentle, but when he begins wiping at the stain, she lets out a tiny gasp. Jimin’s eyes meet hers, and she can only grimace and say, “It’s cold.”

The club soda seeps through, stimulating her nipples into tight buds. Wearing an unlined, lace bra was by far the sexiest option, but she didn’t expect this to happen. Jimin continues to rub in tiny circles trying to get the wine out.

When he pulls the towel away to see if he’s making a difference, he notices her erect nipples poking through her shirt and freezes. She looks down, her face flushes a light shade of red from slight embarrassment, but the look on his face tells a different story.

He feels his cock twitch in his pants, beginning to harden at the sight that is literally staring him in the face. He avoids the urge, placing the wet towel at the front of his pants, attempting to conceal his forming erection. She pretends not to notice, diverting her attention to her shirt.

“You know what? I can always buy another one…” She desperately wants to widen the space between herself and Jimin, “I’ll go change and then you can show me around the city, sound like a plan?”

Jimin nods in agreement, “I’ll put it in the wash right away, maybe there’s still hope to remove the rest of the wine.”

Serenity smiles coyly before heading upstairs to change. She quickly strips down to just her bra that reeks of wine and her matching panties, standing at the closet, rummaging through her clothes, trying to decide what to wear.

“For fucks sake, I brought enough clothes to last six months here!” Rather than frustrate herself more, she changes into a new bra and panties – open lace-back panties with matching lace balconette.

“Still look good in cheeky panties I see.” Jimin’s voice startles her, and she grabs the nearest article of clothing to cover herself. “I’ve seen you naked before, up close and personal at that.”

“Yeah…well…that’s when we were together, and we’re not now, so can I get a little bit of privacy?” Her cheeks burn with timidity.

“I actually came up here to get the shirt, you don’t want the stain to set, do you?” Grabbing the shirt from the floor where she tossed it, Jimin exits the room, closing the door behind him.

Finally picking something to wear, she pulls on her knee-high stilettos that match the outfit perfectly and makes her way downstairs.

“Jimin, where are you? I need you to zip up my–” All train of thought is lost when she sees him. The Edison bulbs above the kitchen island make his sun-kissed skin glow, his hair perfectly swept back, black Dior ensemble from head to toe, looking positively fabulous.

With a few strides, he’s in front of her, gently grabbing her arm and turning her around to zip up her dress.

“Thank you, Jimin.”

“Shall we?” Jimin gestures toward the front door.

After walking around the city streets, enjoying food from the street vendors, they end up in a small second-floor pub. The dim light over the corner booth offers seclusion and privacy from the other patrons, enabling them with the opportunity to finally talk.

“Jimin, I know things ended horribly,” she begins, “but I’ve never needed closure after a relationship. What I’m saying is…well, what I mean…I don’t know exactly what I’m trying to say, but I’m not sure what it is you need from me.”

He lifts his drink, swirling the alcohol around the ice cubes before swigging the entire glass.

“Well…Serenity…I don’t really know how to say this.” Sweat beads on his forehead, but he fights back the anxious feeling. “I never wanted you to come here for closure.”

Serenity nearly chokes on an ice cube, “What?! Then why did you ask me to…Jimin, what’s going on?” She tries to laugh it off, but she’s starting to realize why he had her come here – he wants to be with her.

“I haven’t dated anyone else since we broke up, I’ve spent so many sleepless nights in bed trying to figure out how to contact you, apologize to you…make it up to you.” Tears begin to well up, “I knew I was wrong, but I know I can do better now.”

Jimin reaches across the table, placing his hand over Serenity’s, his eyes pleading for a response.

Pulling her hand away, Serenity stares at him in shock, “So you assumed that you could invite me here, wine and dine me, and I’d just fall back into your arms?” She rolls her eyes, her tone dripping with irritation.

Jimin’s head drops, he’s unsure what he could possibly say to help her understand.

“Nothing to say?” She scoffs, finishing her drink and slamming the glass down on the table. “I’m not even surprised.” She scoots to the edge of the booth bench and stands to leave.

Jimin desperately grabs her arm, “Please…don’t go.”

The resounding sound of sorrow in his voice doesn’t stop her from yanking away from him and leaving without another word. Jimin is left alone in the booth, frozen in time, unable to go after the one thing he wants most on this earth – Serenity, both literally and figuratively.

Serenity sits at the edge of the bed, she’s already packed her belongings, yet finds herself unable to leave.

“I have so much more I want to say to him…” She utters into the phone. “...I know, but you don’t understand…I guess I shouldn’t have come, I thought I’d be able to handle this, but I can’t…What do you mean? I am angry...Whatever, I have to go, I don’t have time to be lectured by my sister about why I shouldn’t have come in the first place! I need to find a hotel or sleep at the fucking airport until my flight leaves…I know, I’m sorry, I’m just frustrated right now…Love you too, bye.”

The call ends, and she doesn’t feel any better now than she did before. She wants to fight with Jimin, she wants to express all of the emotions she’s felt for the last year. Nevertheless, she can’t, she won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing the struggles she’s been through trying to forget him, forget their love, forget everything.

“Fuck it.” She gathers her luggage and turns to leave the room, only to see Jimin standing in the doorway.

“Speak your mind. Tell me you hate me, that you never want to see me again, and I’ll have no choice other than to accept how you feel…” He pauses, taking a few steps toward her, “But if you can’t do that, then I won’t give up.”

He closes the distance between them, she can feel the heat radiating from his body, but she can’t move away – she won’t.

“Jimin…” She looks up at him, her eyes brimming with pain, “I–”

Before she’s able to continue, his soft lips meet hers, and she feels like she’s melting. Her lips part, allowing his tongue entry, and he delicately kisses her. She doesn’t object, she can’t, she’s been waiting for this moment. He places his hands on the small of her back, pulling her against his body, his arousal straining against his pants.

Serenity breaks away from the kiss, “Jimin, I…” His head drops in defeat, “...still love you. I hate that we ended the way we did, I hate that neither of us attempted to make an effort to fix anything, I hate that we just let each other…go.” A river of tears begins to flow down her face, she feels the pain slowly begin to release.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” Jimin says, cupping her face in his hands and wiping away her tears. “We’re together now, we realize where we went wrong, and now we can work on us together. I told you, and I’ll tell you again, I never stopped loving you.”

Jimin kisses her softly on her forehead, lifting her face so their eyes meet. His lips press against hers and he slowly begins unzipping her dress, his fingers run along her spine, the touch of his skin against hers sends chills through her. The satin dress slips from her shoulders and onto the floor around her feet.

Jimin bites his bottom lip, holding it tight between his teeth, her erect nipples enticing him through the thin lace, luring him to nibble at them through her bra. His dark, hooded eyes burn with a fiery desire, initiating her feral desire to grab him, kiss him until his breaths become hers.

She pulls him closer, her lips press hard against his, sliding her tongue between his lips, the intensity of her desperation is felt. Her longing to feel his skin against hers, she pulls his shirt apart, buttons scattering in soft clicks against the hardwood floor, his sun-kissed chest now exposed for her to plant wet kisses upon.

Slowly leading her toward the bed, an arm wrapped around her, he lowers her down. Her wet pussy glimmers beneath her black lace panties, making his member twitch against the restraining fabric of his Dior jeans, precum staining the inside of his pants.

She slides her panties over, playing with her clit while Jimin watches, unbuttoning his pants without taking his eyes away from her glistening slit.

“Jimin, I want to…no…I-I need to feel you inside of me,” she begs frantically, edging herself.

His pants drop to his ankles, and he bends his knees, positioning himself at her entrance. He rubs his thick tip along her slit, wetting it just enough before penetrating into her tight, slick walls.

“Fuck, you still feel so tight, so perfect, you’re always so wet for me.” His praise stimulates her arousal.

She grabs his ass, pulling him until he’s deep within her, holding him there. His cock begins to contract, oozing warm pre-cum into the back of her pussy. He loves when she takes control, making him lose all inhibitions, nearly reaching his peak.

She releases him and he slowly pulls out of her, giving his best shot to wane the desire to pound her hole, letting her tight walls tightly grip and tease his cock as he eases in and out of her.

He moans each time he inches deeper, holding out as long as he can, stroking slowly until his raging urges prompt him to thrust faster.

“S-Serenity, I’m going to cu-.” He moans wildly, his pace becomes frantic, reckless even, as her walls squeeze his member.

“Fuck, Jimin, fuck me!” She screams, her body trembling as she coats his cock with her essence.

Jimin pulls out again, this time a smug smirk forms across his mouth, “I’m not done,” he demands. Rolling her over, he lifts her ass up and kneels behind her, staring at her round ass, and slaps his cock against her swollen cunt.

Gripping her cheeks, he spreads them wide and slips easily into her readied hole. He wastes no time, pounding into her relentlessly, promptly initiating another orgasm.

“Jimin, please, I can’t take anymore, please cum for me.” Her begging hastens his lust. His thrusts become wild, uncontrollable until he finally paints her walls with his cum.

She drops to her stomach, Jimin lowers himself onto her, he’s heavy, but she’s missed the skinship. They lay there spent and breathless, basking in this moment of delight and satisfaction.

After a while, Jimin moves from on top of her to her side, keeping one leg draped over her soft ass.

“Serenity, where do we go from here?” Jimin inquires, the sadness in his voice makes her heart ache.

“One day at a time, Jimin, because I know I’ll never find a love like we share. We just have to work on communication, telling one another how we feel, not running when it feels like the easiest decision when things get rough. I’m not saying it will be easy, but nothing worth fighting for is." She turns, looking into his eyes, her smile is warm and inviting, her eyes full of hope that they can make it work this time.

“So, are you going to move in?” Optimism and hope permeated from his tone.

"It'll take time, we have a lot to work on, and if we’re able to make it through this...then we'll go from there."

Tears of joy soak the sheets on the bed, they embrace one another, and in this moment, they silently vow to persist on this rough road together.

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Behind Closed Doors

→ pairing: non-idol!Yoongi x OC / non-idol!Taehyung

→ genre/au: angst, smut, fluff, reminiscing, unprotected seggs, FWB, threesome, confused feelings, catching feelings, long-time pining, long-time fantasizing, lots of seggs, swearing, praise/ platonic throuple to maybe something more?

→ rating: M

→ wordcount: 5226

What if the first friends you made in high school became your best friends for life – and they happen to be two of the most popular guys in school? Esmeray knew she’d lucked out when she met Taehyung and Yoongi…what she didn’t know that this platonic throuple would shape the course of her life much differently than she could have ever imagined. When things go from sweet to sour, how will these three friends maintain the friendship they’d developed during their most important years of life? What really goes on…behind closed doors?

Everything Falls Apart

The cool Autumn breeze and clear night sky had Esmeray humming to herself, a sweet smile on her face as she walked into Yoongi’s favorite fried chicken restaurant. It was just a small place, owned and run by a couple, that they’d been coming to since the summer after her senior year in high school. That was five years ago, and she was used to the wife asking the same questions – Where are your two friends? Are you dating? You’re too pretty to be alone, why don’t you have a boyfriend?

“Two orders of the usual, one of them had plans, no I’m still not dating and I’m comfortable with my life the way it is right now. When I find someone, you’ll be the first to know, even before my parents.”

She enjoyed the familiarity of her life, the same friends since freshman year in high school, a great career at one of the top IT firms in the country, and her weekly appointment with him – no distractions, nobody else, just them enjoying each other's company.

Once a week, she’d meet with Yoongi, which usually consisted of their favorite fried chicken, a movie, a drink or two when they were in the mood, but every night ended the same as it always had since they started this secret affair.

She left the restaurant and continued her walk. The thought crossed her mind to text Yoongi and let him know she’d be there shortly, but he knew she was on her way. As she stood outside of his building, she fumbled through her purse, wanting to fix her makeup before she headed up.

She entered the building and took the elevator to the third floor. She felt nervous, as if this was a first date, but the butterflies in her stomach always came just as she was about to see him – just like the first day of high school.

Esmeray arrived early. Having been the top student at her middle school, she didn’t want to stand out in high school, so she decided she would sit at the back of the class.

Students filed in just before the bell rang, leaving the desks on either side of her open. She wondered if she would sit alone in that back corner of the class or if the last two students were simply late.

When the bell rang and no one took those seats she shrugged it off and opened her notebook, readying herself to take notes when the door suddenly opened. Two students, polar opposites at that, walked in nonchalantly and took refuge in the seats beside her.

The first student was hard not to notice, with his sun-kissed skin, dark locks hanging over his perfectly proportioned face, and a boxy smile displaying his pearly white teeth and much taller than most of the other students.

The second student was much shorter, but no less eye-catching. He flashed a cute half smile as they walked toward the empty desks. He had pale porcelain skin and even longer hair than the first student, but his walk of confidence is what caught her attention.

The two students fumbled with their backpacks, until one turned to her., “I’m Taehyung, he’s Yoongi, and we clearly didn’t come prepared for our first day of school. Do you have a pencil I can borrow?”

She reached into her bag to pull out a pencil and handed it to Taehyung, but Yoongi still fumbled through his bag. Without asking, she pulled out another pencil and placed it on his desk.

She laughed as she exited the elevator, reminiscing back to the day they all first met, where this friendship began and proved to be a rare bond that nothing could break. She unlocked the door with the code Yoongi gave her when he first moved in, something she’d never forget – her birthday.

Music was playing from the living room, one of her favorite playlists, and one that he played to get her in the mood. She slipped off her shoes and headed down the short corridor. As she turned the corner, she dropped the bag of chicken.

Yoongi sat on the sofa, his head lolled back on the top cushion, his lips pinched between his teeth before he opened his mouth to let out a sultry, “Fuck that feels good.”

Esmeray was shocked, her eyes stared in confusion, glued to the scene in front of her, but she knew it was in her best interest to leave - only she couldn’t get her body to respond. Stunned into a trance, a small gasp escaped her mouth before she could stop it. Yoongi’s focus turned to her, wide-eyed and alarmed, he pushed the head from his lap and began to pull his underwear up.

“I didn’t know you had company, sorry,” she apologized and quickly turned to leave.

“Esmeray! It’s not what you think,” Yoongi yelled over the music as she quickly put her shoes back on.

She ran out of the apartment and past the elevator, and took the stairs instead, wanting to avoid the chance of him catching up to her. Teary-eyed and softly whimpering when she reached the ground floor, her heart felt like it had been ripped out from inside of her.

“What did I walk into? Did he forget this is our night and has been for years? Who was that woman, and where did he meet her? Why didn’t he tell me there’s someone else?” So many thoughts ran through her mind on her way home.

Her phone began to ring, and she picked up without checking who was calling.

“Esmeray, please, just let me explain,” Yoongi pleaded from the other end of the call.

“Explain what? There’s no need to explain anything to me, we’re not exclusive.” Her heart crushed a little more, finally saying that out loud.

The summer after high school graduation, the trio planned a trip to Jeju Island, a final party before they went to college. They wanted to enjoy every moment that summer, but their plans were quickly changed.

“I received a scholarship to Paris College of Art!” Taehyung couldn’t contain his excitement, his smile so wide it looked painful, but then his smile quickly turned to a frown. “They want me to come early, though.”

“Like how early?” Esmeray whined.

“Early enough that I can’t go to Jeju with you guys,” he pouted.

“No!” Esmeray stomped her foot in rebuttal, “They can have you once we have our group trip!”

“Esmeray, this is Tae’s dream and he’s already great at what he does. Let’s enjoy the time we have with him before we leave next week for Jeju…we’ll keep him in the loop while we party!” Yoongi laughed.

“Yeah, I don’t want you not to enjoy your summer break on my behalf! Have fun! Take a lot of pictures and make memories for all of us to enjoy after college!”

That weekend Taehyung left for Paris, Yoongi and Esmeray left for Jeju, and it would be the beginning of the longest-running situationship either of them had ever had.

“There’s a lot to explain, can’t you just come back?” Yoongi begged.

“I need time, Yoongi, to figure everything out. I’ve been stuck in this habit…in you…for years, I guess we never really gave ourselves the option to explore life outside of that bubble we created in Jeju…I just can’t right now.” She didn't wait for his response, right then she just needed to be alone, required time to gather her thoughts and analyze the situation as a whole.

Her phone rang again, the display showing Yoongi’s name, so she put it on DND while she waited for the bus. Her mind was racing, her thoughts a mess of afflicted observations.

“Why do I feel like I just caught him cheating? We’re not exclusive, but we never specified we were open to enjoying the company of others. I thought we’d talk about this type of situation if it ever arose? How could he do this to me on my day?”

Finally home, she laid in her bed, the sound of her stomach growling echoing in her empty room. Sadly hunger wasn’t what disrupted her sleep, but it was the reality that she didn’t eat the chicken that hurt even more. This was their night, always had been, but now it didn’t seem that way.

Where Do We Go From Here?

Esmeray went on with her life as normal, well almost–working, going to the gym, coffee dates with co-workers, anything to keep her mind off of Yoongi. She’d made plans with their friend Jimin, she needed to try and fill that void in her life. She could’ve hung out with Taehyung, but seeing him would make her think of Yoongi, and she needed space from that part of her life.

“So you’re telling me that you walked into his apartment on your weekly reserved night, and he was getting head from someone else? Did you see who it was?” Jimin took a sip of his wine and waited wide-eyed for her response.

“I just saw Yoongi. I could only pay attention to the satisfaction he was receiving on our night from somebody else and it broke me.” Esmeray sniffled, swallowed the tears and finished her drink.

“I’m confused…” Jimin appeared perplexed. “You’re hurt, but if I’m not mistaken, this is just a ‘friends with benefits’ type of relationship. Right?”

Esmeray uncontrollably began to tear up, unable to hold back her anguish, a small sob released from her throat.

“Jimin,” she cried, “we’re more than just that, or at least I thought we were…the summer before we began college, we’d planned a trip to Jeju for the three of us. Tae ended up not being able to go, because he was accepted to an art college in Paris. Just Yoongi and I went and everything was normal…at first.”

Jimin stared at her with interest. He knew they’d gone on a trip before they met him in college, but he hadn’t known Taehyung wasn’t there. He took another sip of his wine and reached across the table, taking her hand in his and gently rubbing it with his thumb.

“Esmeray, you need to let it out, say what’s on your mind. I won’t judge you for crying, I can see how much this is hurting you and maybe has been for a long time.”

Jimin’s always been a comfort friend for her, he’s always known the right words to say, making her let down her guard and express herself.

“We went on a fireworks night cruise…” She began, “The night was perfect. The sky was clear and the moon was bright, his skin was glowing in the night light, so I went for it. He was talking to me about something funny that Tae texted him earlier and I leaned in and kissed him. I’d waited for that moment since I first laid eyes on him. It was just a peck, so I quickly pulled back from him, but he wanted more. He put a hand on my lower back and the other one on the back of my neck and pulled me back to him. Just as our mouths met again, the fireworks began and it felt like fate. We stopped kissing and didn’t say another word. We just watched the fireworks while holding hands, we exited the boat holding hands, we walked to the hotel holding hands, and he led me into his room holding hands. As soon as we entered his room, we couldn’t contain ourselves, hands exploring each other's bodies, our mouths in places nobody else’s had ever been. It was magical, it was electrifying, we fell asleep naked in each other’s arms. The rest of our trip was everything we wanted, but we were still so young. We didn’t know what the future held, so we decided that we would remain friends, but with the benefits of a relationship without the title.”

“Esmeray,” Jimin said in a comforting tone, “I can see that what you two have is something special, but if you don’t tell him how you feel…it will just be a distant memory one day of what could’ve been. In my opinion, I think you need to meet with him and tell him exactly what’s on your mind.”

Esmeray pondered over what Jimin said, but she didn’t come out to drink and be sad. She dragged him out to the dance floor and made him her partner for the night. In her mind, this was how friends enjoyed each other's company. So is what she and Yoongi had more than just a friendship with benefits?

Having called it an early night, she laid in her bed contemplating her next move before going to sleep. She decided it was best to text Taehyung and meet with him first, she needed to tell him everything that’s been going on between her and Yoongi and get his point of view.

Tae agreed to come over the next morning for coffee and breakfast, and she couldn’t be happier, because she missed him too.

Her mind raced with thoughts of what he’d say. Taehyung isn’t the type to sugarcoat anything, but how will he feel when he finds out they’ve been secretly hooking up since the summer after high school? She let her worries fall into her pillow as she drifted off to sleep.

Esmeray awoke in the morning to the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee, pops of grease from the bacon, and light jazz being played in the distance. She rolled over in her bed to check the time. As she reached for her phone, she noticed a glass of water and two aspirin sitting beside it.

“He’s always so thoughtful,” she mumbled under her breath.

She went into the kitchen, sat at the breakfast bar, and watched Taehyung hum to the music as he flipped the omelet he was making.

“Good morning,” her voice startled him, and he nearly dropped the eggs on the floor.

“Esmeray, you’re awake!” His grin stretched from ear to ear.

Taehyung’s smile was always warm and welcoming to her, bringing her spirit up regardless of how low her mood was at the moment.

“I didn’t expect you this early, I guess I wouldn’t have gotten so drunk last night had I known you’d come at the ass crack of dawn…but there’s something we need to talk about.”

Taehyung walked over to the table, bringing her a cup of coffee accompanied by a steaming plate with an omelet, bacon, and toast. He quickly returned to the stove, preparing a plate and filling a glass of orange juice for himself.

Neither of them spoke, the room was nearly silent, aside from the sound of their forks against the plates. A bit of time passed this way, until they looked up and their eyes met.

“I’m sorry-” Both of them uttered in unison.

“Why are you sorry, Tae? I was the one keeping a secret from you for all of these years.”

“It was me…” Taehyung quietly murmured.

“What was you, Tae?” Esmeray smiled, but her amused look faded quickly.

He couldn’t look her in the eyes and then that night replayed in her mind–Yoongi’s face, that’s all she could remember until now–she slowly remembered the dark hair and in that moment of internal panic, she saw his face. Maybe she subconsciously attempted to block it out, but she then realized she knew who was between Yoongi’s knees all along.

“Esmeray, it’s not what you think, I promise…” His voice faded as he struggled to find the right words. “Just like you had your night with him, he and I had a reserved night. It started out platonic. We’d just hang out and watch movies, eat food, drink on occasion, share our worldly issues with each other…but one night we had way more to drink than usual. The first time we kissed and that was it. Each time after that a little more happened, but the night you caught us wasn’t supposed to happen like that. We wanted to surprise you, since Yoongi told me years ago about the situationship you two have had. Honestly, I figured it out a long time ago when I came back to visit after my first year in Paris. I would catch him looking at you when we were out, like he was waiting for the moment I left, he waited and longed for you every moment. I know my best friends, and you weren’t good at hiding it either. The first summer I came back from Paris and went to the club a couple of days before I left, I went to the bathroom, when I came back I saw you dancing with him. It was different from how you danced with us before. So I stayed back a while, let you guys enjoy yourselves and then eventually made it so you could see me and made it look as if I hadn’t seen you. All I’m saying is, I’m sorry for not telling you about what was happening between Yoongi and I. Deep down, I was afraid of how you’d react.”

Esmeray stared in silence for a bit, gathered her thoughts and chose her words wisely before she spoke.

“Tae,” rather than a look of anger and frustration, her expression was warm and inviting, “I won’t say that I’m not upset, because I am. It’s not because you two have been fooling around behind my back, it’s because neither of you told me. Nevertheless, who am I to get mad, because I didn’t tell you either.”

Taehyung stood up and made his way around the table, he hugged her tightly and they both shed a few tears.

“Esmeray, I have a plan…” Tae wiped at the wetness on his cheeks, “I think Yoongi needs to be included in this conversation…he’s aware that I’ve known for years, but he needs to come clean about us to you.”

They laughed and sent Yoongi a text. He immediately invited them over for drinks and to have the conversation that was long overdue.

“I want you both to know, I wasn’t trying to be sneaky, it just happened this way…I’m truly sorry.” The sincerity in Yoongi’s tone pulled at their heartstrings.

“Honestly, I don’t want something like this to come between our friendship,” Esmeray responded, as she took a shot of soju. “I don’t want to lose what we have either, but I’m willing to go back to how things were so there aren’t any awkward feelings.”

“No, that’s not fair!” Taehyung interjected, his cheeks flush from the alcohol, “I don’t want to be the reason you two end something that’s special. It’s evident that this has gone on for years, why should you have to stop now?”

“Honestly,” Yoongi uttered between shots, “I wouldn’t mind keeping things the way they are…the difference is that you both know everything now.”

Esmeray and Taehyung looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

“Yoongi! You had me fooled for a second there!” Esmeray cackled.

Yoongi shot a half-smile at her, then joined them in laughter–since it was just a joke…wasn’t it?

After they finished the first two bottles of soju, reminisced a lot about the past, and told stories about the time Yoongi and Esmeray or Yoongi and Taehyung were almost caught by the latter, Yoongi surprised them both.

“Lately, I’ve been curious about something.”

“What made you curious, Mr. Min?” Taehyung slurred.

“I’ve been curious about what it would be like to watch you two fuck around.” He threw back another shot. “It’s just a curious thought, that’s all.”

Behind Closed Doors

They continued to drink and enjoy each other's company, bringing up embarrassing stories and feeling the soju take over their bodies slowly but surely.

“Tae! Remember when you thought we ditched you after school, but you just forgot we told you to meet us in the courtyard? Me and Yoongi waited nearly an hour, we finally decided to leave and found you pouting at the bus stop?”

Yoongi and Esmeray laughed hard at the memory. Taehyung, however, didn’t find it as amusing.

“I remember very clearly. I was so mad, I swore I would never talk to either of you again. Then all of sudden you were both in front of me laughing and taking pics of my puffy eyes with your stupid phones! Thinking back, I forgot a lot of plans we’d made!”

“Yeah, well, Tae, you weren’t the only one that almost wrote off our friendship. Remember when Esmeray told us about her accidental first kiss, so we pretended we’d been secretly dating her and confronted the guy?! She was so mad at us for like two weeks!”

Taehyung doubled over in laughter, holding his stomach like he was in pain. “She swore she would find new friends! Esmay, why so quiet now?”

Esmeray rolled her eyes and pretended to be annoyed, but she couldn’t keep a straight face for long. “Clearly I would never have been able to find friends like you two! Pfft! I tried, but everyone else was sooooooo annoying!”

Yoongi laughed thinking about the old days, then a mischievous look took over his face. “Tae, have you ever viewed or thought of Esmay as more than just a friend?”

Taehyung’s flustered by the question, nevertheless he didn’t hesitate to answer. “Actually, yes, I’ve found her attractive since the day we met her. I always knew she’d continue to grow more beautiful over the years, but I never expected her to blossom into the woman she is today…maybe that has a lot to do with you, Yoongi. Since I’m being honest, she’s the only woman I’ve thought about while masturbating.”

“TAE!!!!” Esmeray shouted so loud she cupped her own mouth to silence herself.

“Since we’re asking personal questions…” Taehyung stared Yoongi down, “have you ever slept with any woman other than Esmay?”

Yoongi’s cheeks were already rosy from the alcohol, but they seemed to take on a darker tint when he answered. “No. I lost my virginity to her and she’s the only woman I’ve been with since. My turn…Esmay, have you ever looked at Tae as more than just a friend?”

Dumbfounded, she nearly didn’t answer. “What’s with these questions? I need another shot.”

Yoongi poured her soju and waited patiently for her to drink. “Okay, now answer the question. Tae and I answered, it’s your turn.”

“Fine…” Esmeray replied, her feeble attempt to sound annoyed was clearer than a cloudless sky. “Look at the fucking man! Who wouldn’t be attracted to him?! I remember the girls in school were so jealous that the basketball team captain and the hottest model-material guy in school were attached to me at the hips! I’m not saying I thought about him while you and I were fucking, but he’s definitely been the main character in a few of my fantasies from time to time. My turn, Tae-”

Yoongi quickly interrupted her, “Tae, why don’t you kiss Esmay and see if you’re still attracted to her.” Yoongi bit his bottom lip, he dreamt about them together many nights, he wanted to see it in live action.

Taehyung wasted no time, he moved from the chaise to the sofa nearly on top of Esmay faster than a bolt of lightning. His mouth nearly collided with hers, but the kiss was soft and gentle, almost natural. Esmeray kissed him back, she couldn’t lie and say she hadn’t imagined this moment, so she decided to seize the opportunity.

Their mouths separated for a brief moment, enough to catch their breath and she pushed him, his body forced to lay back on the sofa. Esmeray climbed on top of him, she straddled his hips and leaned forward. She kissed him aggressively, playfully biting his bottom lip and he moaned from the combination of pain and pleasure.

She lifted herself upright and began to roll her hips slowly, grinding her core against his manhood. She felt his thick cock straining against his jogging pants. He gripped her hips, guided her along his large shaft.

His arousal began to leak through his pants and his patience grew thin–he wanted more, he needed more. He sat up and cupped her breasts, slowly coaxed her to lay back and let his eyes gaze over her body for a moment. He slowly pulled his shirt up and over his head and leaned down to kiss her again as he pulled her leggings off. Her wet panties being exposed drove him insane, it turned him on just like the thought of it used to.

His long, slender fingers slipped her panties off and he slipped two of them slowly into her slit. His thumb rubbed her clit and she arched her back in response to the ecstasy that shot through her body.

He pumped his fingers rhythmically in and out of her as she reached her high, her moans muffled as Yoongi’s mouth met hers. He’d watched and held back the urge to join, his cock throbbed from rubbing himself through his pants, and he was unable to resist anymore.

"Turn over for him, baby," Yoongi cooed while he coaxed Esmeray onto her knees. With a hand on her shoulders, he pushed her to bend over the arm of the sofa and freed his cock with the other. "That's it, present yourself for him."

Taehyung strategically positioned himself behind her, shoving his joggers down his thighs, he angled his needy cock toward her waiting entrance. Pre-cum leaked while he watched her take Yoongi’s cock into her mouth. He rubbed his large tip against her hole, down her slit to her clit and back up again.

He readied himself before the slow glide into her tight walls, she quickly extended her arm back as she felt her walls stretch more than what she was used to. She compared the two as they both slid into her different orifices. She realized that Yoongi was girthy, but not as much as Taehyung. Their lengths were similar and made it easier for her to take all of Taehyung, she rocked back against his cock and he pumped harder, faster.

The two men stared into each other’s eyes, the passion they shared for Esmeray fueled the lust that they had for one another. Taehyung’s strokes slowed as he leaned forward to kiss Yoongi. Their lips met, tongues intertwined desperately. Esmeray moaned with her mouth full of Yoongi and that was all it took for Yoongi to give in to the urge. His body shook as his cock began to pulsate. A suppressed climax, one he’d waited to release since that night, coated her throat with his salty, sweet flavor she’d grown to love so much over the years. He looked at Taehyung, carefully pulling himself from Esmay’s mouth, and nodded his head in the direction of his room. Without another word, he disappeared down the dark hallway.

Taehyung understood the assignment, but wasn’t quite finished with her. He gathered a fist full of her hair and gently pulled her head back. He thrusted deep into her and held himself there.

“Can you cum one more time for me, Esmay?” Taehyung teased as he pulled out slowly and slammed back into her. Rather than respond, she began to rock back and forth against his cock at a slow and steady pace, allowing the squelch of her juices answer instead.

He released her hair, his hands gripped her cheeks and spread them wide. His hips rolled in a stirring motion, slow and steady, her walls nearly stretched to his satisfaction. In a swift motion, he leaned forward, wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up against his chest. Taehyung leaned himself back until he settled on his heels. His large hands moved to spread her again, positioned perfectly as he guided her up and down his cock. Serenity lolled her head back onto his shoulder, his mouth met her neck, nipping and sucking just below her earlobe. He was finally ready and her wetness pooled between his thighs, a sure sign she was ready as well. Moving his hands just above her hips, he held her up and began to thrust into her, bringing her to another climax that nearly had her throw in the towel. Taehyung stood and took her hand to help her up. She stared up at him, eyes wide, pupils blown, because she could never have imagined another man could satisfy her the way Yoongi does.

He led her down the hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom, which was large for an apartment. The king-size looked like a twin with all the space around it. Against the wall, parallel to the end of the bed, was an oversized chaise lounge, which Yoongi comfortably sat on once Taehyung and Esmeray were in the bed to continue where they left off.

Taehyung started slower, took his time exploring her body, his soft lips kissed her inner thighs. He teased her, played with her until she begged for more. His mouth engulfed her sensitive nub, his tongue flicked with urgency, his need to taste her grew immensely.

“Tae…fuck…” Esmeray moaned loudly as she coated his chin with her slick, sweet nectar.

With her thighs already on his shoulders, he moved up her body, until her knees were against her chest. He rubbed the tip of his member along her slit, until it was coated with her essence, and penetrated her wet core with more ease than before.

Her head dipped back into the pillow and Taehyung leaned in, kissing and sucking at her neck. His stroke started at a moderate pace, he didn’t want to rush, he wanted to savor the moment as it might be his only chance.

His cock had other plans. His thrusts became rushed, he’d waited for this moment for years. Lonely nights in Paris, alone in his dorm, he fantasized about filling her tight pussy with his cum while her walls gripped his large member. He continued pounding into her until they both reached that ultimate high together, finally fulfilling his dreams.

Sweaty and spent, his large frame lowered on top of her, their chests heaved in unison as they caught their breath. Yoongi climbed into the bed and laid next to Esmeray and Taehyung, his fingers stroked their hair. The air was filled with the heavy, palpable taste of satisfaction – pure happiness. His eyes reassured them that this was exactly what he wanted and needed.

Taehyung rolled over to the other side of Esmeray, he stayed on his side and used her as a human body pillow, not ready to let the moment end. Yoongi laid on his side facing them both and threw his leg over hers, his hand reached over and stroked Taehyung’s arm.

“Tae…Esmay…do you think we could continue like this, all of us together, enjoying one another together, or separately, whichever may occur on any given day of the week? No more reserved nights, spontaneous encounters with each other. Let’s live like this, happily and together.”

Their answering words were left unspoken, but the silence and the way they both moved closer to Yoongi made it clear–what happened behind closed doors would begin their journey to a new, uncharted territory, one which they only wanted to experience with each other.

Written for @downbad4yoongi as part of the Bangtan Writers HQ July 2023 “ARMY Birthday Bash" Fic Exchange Event! I truly hope you’ve enjoyed it!!!

I want to give a special thanks to @ColorMePurplex2 for privately beta’ing this to avoid

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Thank you @moonleeai and everyone who got me to 5 reblogs!

—What If… | SOPE

→ pairing: Project Director!Yoongi x Art Director!Hoseok

→ genre/au: light angst, fluff, diner au

→ rating: G

→ wordcount: 2888

⚠︎ chapter warnings: feelings of anxiousness (not necessarily anxiety, but more like the nervousness of a situation), mutual pining, long-time confusion, mention of another possible office romance

an: A special thanks to my beta readers @peachiilovesot7 @downbad4yoongi and Sara, I honestly wasn't sure if I would be able to make this story come to fruition, but thanks to you all here it is!!!

summary: Yoongi and Hoseok have been best friends since their early childhood. When life separates them, is it destiny that brings them back together? Have they always just been close friends or is this more than just a bromance? What if…

Bangtanstrology Writing Event hosted by @hisunshiine of @bangtanwritershq

My Big 3 are:

Scorpio Sun (Member): Sope

Scorpio Moon (How they met): Late Night Diner

Gemini Rising (Trope): Mutual Pining

The diner was noisy as usual. He didn’t understand why they always chose this place, there were too many distractions here. The constant sound of dishes clattering onto the busy busboy’s cart, the tables of animated customers chatting too loudly over cheap meals, the smell of grease and dollar store disinfectant that permeated the heated air, and that one lone dusty bulb at the end of its life cycle flickering above the corner booth

They all tugged at his periphery, demanding his attention, tying up his mind, until…suddenly… all of the distractions vanished.

The sound of the chime and a rush of frozen Toronto air pulled Hoseok's attention towards the door to watch his best friend of fifteen years stepping across the threshold and into the fluorescent light of the all-night diner that held it. Hoseok found his friend effortlessly suave and handsome under the harsh critique of the fluorescents. Ethereal is what came to mind as he watched Yoongi shake fluffy snowflakes from his ashy blonde hair and wipe away their fading essence from the lapels of his expensive black wool coat.

“Woah! Hyung is sexy!” Jungkook, one of the young programmers on their team, remarked, instantly confirming the feeling of awe Hoseok was experiencing at the sight of his old friend.

“Look at him! He belongs on the cover of GQ," another programmer, Taehyung, teased.

To Hoseok's surprise, Yoongi smiled coyly, quickly striking a pose as his younger co-workers continued to whistle and shout out obnoxious cat calls.

Hoseok wasn’t used to Yoongi being so playful in a public setting, and he couldn’t help the amused smile that formed on his face as he watched his usually stoic friend walk an imaginary catwalk towards their table, the tail of his coat flowing out dramatically behind him as he twirled and strutted.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough, let’s not make a scene,” Their CEO, Namjoon, intervened in order to refocus his team's attention. He waited patiently for everyone to quiet down and settle into their seats. “Okay,” Namjoon began, seeing the expectant look in their eyes. “I’d like to start by saying great job to everyone! We’ve all worked hard the last few weeks. I know things were tough, and I know It felt as if everything would fall apart after our previous Art Director…. Uhm… abrupt departure,” he said with a careful grimace, knowing the topic was still sensitive. “...but thankfully, we were lucky that our Project Director, Yoongi, was able to refer his extremely talented friend during our darkest hour.” He turned towards Hoseok with his glass held out in respect. ”You’ve been a savior for our company, Hoseok. Without you, the successful completion of this project would have never happened. We sincerely thank you, and appreciate you, and look forward to many more successful ventures with you as part of this team.” He finished with a gentle squeeze of Hoseok's shoulder before returning his attention to the rest of the team and lifting his glass even higher. “Let’s congratulate Hoseok on his hard work!” He rallied their enthusiasm.

They all raised their glasses, clinking them together as they each reaffirmed Namjoons words of gratitude.

“Speech! Speech!” Jimin, the team's graphic designer, and the only member who worked directly beneath Hoseok, shouted out. Hoseok tried to decline, but the look of pride on Yoongi’s face, and the affirming head nod, were all the encouragement he needed to loosen his tongue.

Hoseok stood up confidently and addressed the whole table. “First, I want to thank the team for taking me in and truly valuing my artistic vision. I know it was hard to have someone new come in mid-project, with a new perspective and new ideas. But you allowed me to truly express myself as part of this team, and together we were able to create something amazing.”

“And profitable!” Seokjin, the Chief Financial Officer, interjected, drawing cheers and shouts from the amped-up crew and a stern look from Namjoon that quickly turned into an appreciatively flustered smile at his CFO’s brash but loveable personality.

“And profitable,” Hoseok agreed with a raise of his glass and a wink towards Seokjin. “Second,” he continued, his attention turning solely to his friend. “I’d like to thank Yoongi. You’ve been my rock since we were kids, and I truly appreciate you for that. When we took different paths after college, I was worried it could end our friendship. But…” Suddenly, the depth of Yoongi’s gaze made the words feel heavy in his mouth. His confidence waned, and he stumbled for control of his thoughts, “...But I’m…Thankfully…well…I mean…I’m happy…”

“...that fate had other plans.” Yoongi finished for him, his eyes never leaving Hoseok’s, even as the table erupted in agreement.

“To Unmyeong!” The entire team cheered to fate as they again clinked glasses and gulped down their swirling mixtures of beer and soju.

“Yes, cheers to that!” Namjoon concluded, his voice commanding the attention be returned to him. “Next I’d like to…” he went on, picking up where he left off before Hoseok's speech.

But Hoseok couldn’t hear a word Namjoon was saying. The only sound was the rush of his pounding heart in his ears. He stood frozen in place, still staring at Yoongi, who had already turned his attention back to their boss, wondering why everything felt so different.

It had been almost four years since they’d last seen each other. Four years of military service, failed relationships, career growths, family drama, and all the other ups and downs that life can throw out in that length of time. He had known things would be different when they met again, but this was more than just the passage of time, this change was palpable and alive, and this change had meaning and purpose.

He’d felt it since his arrival a few weeks ago, that sense that a shift had occurred in their paradigm. A low-frequency buzz in the background of his thoughts seemed to be alerting him to the universe’s realignment. But he had been so busy, throwing himself headfirst into the project as soon as he arrived, that he’d inadvertently ignored it.

And now that it refused to be ignored, all Hoseok could do was stand frozen in place and wait. Wait for his heartbeat to return to a normal rhythm, wait for the word fate to cease its endless repetition through his mind, wait for a miracle to save him from this paralysis.

“...so cheers to a job well done.” Namjoons voice broke through, a faint echo from another dimension, as he tapped his glass to Hoseok’s. Then suddenly, Yoongi’s hand was grabbing his, pulling him back down into his seat, swiftly and effectively breaking the spell he’d been under.

Everyone was still clinking glasses and high-fiving each other to whatever news Namjoon had just announced. Not wanting it to be obvious he hadn’t been paying attention, Hoseok quickly raised his hand from beneath the table to join in, tapping his glass across the table to Jimin’s, readying his other hand to give him a high five.

Yoongi reacts instinctively, noticing Jimin no longer paying attention, grabbing Hoseok’s wrist. Their eyes met at that moment, and they entranced one another, unable to look away. Yoongi reaches up with his free hand, gently bringing Hoseok’s hand to his in a soft high five. Their fingers intertwined, unaware if anyone else was paying attention, let alone bothered if they did. The soft pad of Yoongi's thumb stroked Hoseoks gently. He’d noticed the look of worry on his face and wanted to give him solace in knowing it’s okay.

Hoseok shook his head to break free of his current trance when he realized he was still gripping Yoongi’s hand from across the table. Without realizing it, Yoongi and Hoseoks hands connected in that surreal moment and stayed together a bit longer than everyone else. Satisfying electricity flowed from their fingertips, finally breaking the longing gaze, and the skin contact quickly ceased leaving their cheeks tinted with a rosy blush.

“I have a question,” Seokjin turns toward Yoongi and Hoseok, “We’ve been working with Mr. Min for a little over a year, but we hadn’t heard about Mr. Jung until the need for an Art Director came about. So tell me, why did you keep your best friend a secret?”

“It’s not that I kept him a secret, he was serving the remainder of his military enlistment. We’ve always kept in contact. That's how I knew he was struggling to find employment, and at the same time, we were in need of a new Art Director. No secrets, I promise.”

“Actually, Yoongi had joined the military straight after university to get it out of the way, but I wanted to take some time to enjoy life after so many years of school. It just seems like the timing was always off for us, but now we’re back together as if we were never apart.”

“Back together?” Jimin childishly mocks Hoseok.

“So, did you only spend time with each other back home?” Jungkook asked out of curiosity, yet his tone was mildly mischievous.

“Well, we met in elementary school and we weren’t really friends at first. One day, some of the kids were messing with me and Yoongi showed up out of nowhere like my bodyguard, scared them off and we were attached at the hip after that.”

“We also have other friends,” Yoongi interjected. “But they’re more like acquaintances we met over the years. You can say Hoseok and I had time to form a special bond..”

Yoongi glanced at Hoseok. He could sense a feeling of something he can’t quite put his finger on – maybe it’s embarrassment, anxiousness, he’s not exactly sure.

Surrounded by their coworkers, the loud and insignificant banter doesn’t phase Yoongi, his only focus was on Hoseok.

“I wanted to apologize for being so busy when you arrived…” Yoongi paused momentarily, leaning over the table a little more, “I haven’t even been to your apartment that I found for you since you moved here.”

“I hope you weren’t waiting for an invite,” Hoseok joked, “Since I wasn’t going to send one…I just assumed you were aware it isn’t necessary.”

“I’m probably free this weekend, that is, if you don’t have any plans?” Yoongi replied with a smirk, his eyebrows raised with curiosity.

Hoseok’s heart began to thump against his chest, sweat formed on his brow and upper lip, a feeling of queasy dizziness overtook him.

Why does he make me feel this way? Hoseok thought. He squirmed in his seat, thinking he needed to adjust his posture to compose himself and rid his body of the uneasy feeling he was attempting to endure without giving Yoongi any hint of something being…off. However, he quickly realized he needed to remove himself from the playful gaze of the man he’s known nearly his whole life, whom he’s also known he’s had feelings beyond friendship for nearly as long.

“I don’t have any plans, but if you’ll excuse me, I have to use the restroom,” Hoseok jumped from his seat and quickly disappeared to the rear of the diner.

The server arrived to take their order, “We can wait for Hoseok to come–” Taehyung was immediately cut off by Yoongi.

“I’ll have the fried chicken with french fries and a Coca-Cola. He’ll have,” he pointed to the empty chair across from him, “A hamburger, grilled with salt and pepper, bun toasted with butter, no tomato and extra pickles. Instead of grilled onions, raw onions, condiments on the side, french fries without salt on a separate plate and a Sprite, light on the ice.”

Everyone else ordered and the three youngest team members couldn’t wait until the server left the table.

“Mr. Min,” Jimin teased. “You’re always taking extra care of Hoseok at work, checking on him, bringing him coffee.”

“You even knew precisely what to order him,” Jungkook joked. “It’s so cute.”

“Is there something you’d like to tell us about your friendship?” Taehyung questioned with a childish tone.

“That’s enough,” Namjoon intervened, “Their private lives are just that…private. What they had in the past or have currently is none of our business if it’s not work related.”

“He’s right, you three just don’t know when to stop sometimes,” Seokjin added in agreement.

The team members quickly hush as Hoseok arrived back at the table and shortly after the server returned with their food.

“Yoongi, thank you for ordering for me.”

“It’s not a problem, I know what you like.”

“I bet you know what he likes,” Jungkook mumbled, and Namjoon nudged him gently with his elbow.

“Don’t tease, they’re best friends,” Namjoon repeated.

“It’s okay,” Hoseok giggled. “Our friends back home teased us about how close we’ve always been…you guys want to see some old pics of us?”

“Hobi, don’t,” Yoongi pouted.

“H-Hobi?” Jimin giggled.

“Yoongi has called me that since we were teenagers. It started as ‘Hopi,’ a mixture of Hoseok and Hope, because I was always hopeful about the future and where we’d be years from those days. Hobi was how it sounded to others, so he stuck with that.”

“Aww, that’s cuuuute,” Jungkook quipped.

“Yeah, yeah. I’d rather you just show them the pictures,” Yoongi insisted.

Hoseok pulled out his phone, scrolling through it until he found the perfect one.

“This is when we were on our high school soccer team.”

“Hey! That’s the way you were looking at him tonight, Hobi!” Jungkook laughed.

“A look of endearment,” Taehyung added.

“Oh, here’s another one during university after our first midterms.”

“Yoongi! You look so cool!” Jimin exclaimed.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough embarrassment for one night. Anyway, how about more congratulations on a job well done?” Yoongi raised his glass, his eyes fixed on Hoseok as he watched him clink in a cheer with the other team members. He fiddled with his food, hunger evaded him as he too became lost in thought. He wonders what he’s begun to feel, it’s new but not new, could it be platonic or something more? Yoongi noticed Hoseok had ketchup on the side of his mouth and he reached across the table with a napkin, only to drop it next to his plate.

“You’ve got something on the corner of your mouth, clean it up.” Yoongi mumbled casually.

“Thank you,” Hoseok cleared his throat before picking up the napkin and wiping his mouth.

Namjoon ordered another round of drinks for the team before they finished their food. Jungkook showed pictures of his long-distance girlfriend, Vanessa, and Taehyung decided he needed to one up him by showing a picture of his girlfriend that actually lived in the same apartment complex.

Jimin showed pictures of his niece whom he adored as if she was his own, which led to the usual tipsy version of him getting teary-eyed as he talked about her.

Hoseok noticed that Namjoon and Seokjin didn’t share any pictures of their “significant others,” and he realized they never really talked about having one.

Time passed quickly as they talked about future work projects, the three youngest argued over little things and Yoongi and Hoseok continued to indirectly dote on each other.

One by one, the team members said their goodbyes, until it was just the four of them left – Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi and Hoseok.

“Well, it’s getting late and I have to be at the office early to finalize some paperwork for the product launch. Have a good night.” Namjoon stood and put his jacket on, nodding to Yoongi and Hoseok before exiting the restaurant.

“Tonight’s team dinner was…nice,” Hoseok murmured nervously before finishing off his drink.

Seokjin sighed, crossing his arms, his thick eyebrows furrowed and a serious expression on his face, “Don’t pay attention to what those three say, they’re always joking, even when the situation doesn’t call for jokes.” He glanced at the diner exit, “I think it’s time for me to take my leave as well, but whatever you two have, whether it be just a long-time childhood friendship or something more, don’t let anyone or anything get in the way of your bond.”

He rose from his seat and quickly headed toward the door, leaving Yoongi and Hoseok staring at one another, waiting for the other to say something…anything.

Yoongi bit his lip, wondering if he should speak first…

Hoseok waited anxiously, thinking maybe he should express his feelings honestly…

He finally realized exactly what he wanted to say…

His lips began to part and he was ready to pour his heart out…

Just as one of them was about to speak, the chime of the diner door caught their attention. They glanced toward the window to see Namjoon standing outside. Seokijn walked to him and they exchanged a few words. Namjoon played with Seokjin's collar before they disappeared from view hand in hand.

Yoongi and Hoseok looked across the table at one another, a puzzled expression as they tried to decipher what they saw. Hoseok reached his hand across the table, placing it over Yoongi’s. A surge of new emotions, unfamiliar and relatively intimidating, consumed his entire being. Naturally, he began to softly stroke the palm of Hoseok’s hand, accepting whatever may occur from that night forward. A simple thought crossed both of their minds…

What if…

#5 reblogs #tumblr milestone #thank you

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AAAHHHHH!!!! I'M SO EXCITED!!!!

Seven Days Masterlist | JJK

🗓️ pairing: nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader 🗓️ au/genre: non-idol au, brother's friend au, fwb, age-gap(reader is older), f2l, fluff, angst, smut 🗓️ series rating: M 🗓️ total wc: tbd 🗓️ series warnings: emotionally constipated pairing, reader is older, adult worries, growing older, dating younger, time passing and not hitting milestones everyone else is, biological clock ticking woes, angsty argument, feeling like being emotionally cheated on despite being single, parents with toxic viewpoints, judgemental people, self doubt, explicit sexual content: each chapter will provide specifics, but in general, there will be sex in every part, each one showcasing jungkook and reader in various types of sexual situations including sleepy sex, oral sex (m & f receiving), light bondage sex, quickie sex with one partner not breaking off another night, drunk sex (dubious consent but neither feels taken advantage of), make up sex, and semi-public sex. 🗓️ an: please, please, please, blame @colormepurplex2 for this. It was not something I planned to do, but she talked me into it (she did not have to try hard, let’s be honest) and she is 100% right. This story needed to be told. Leah also helped me create the banners, so if you like them, it’s because of her creative input! @downbad4yoongi also deserves blame now, but in the best way, for helping to expand the characters depth, and @heathfritillary-blog for her writing knowledge helping me find the motivators and reasons for the characters, challenging me to be a better writer. 🗓️ series summary: “Leave you with that afterglow, show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is…” Jungkook has been your best friend since you met him when he was still in college thanks to your mutual friend, Yoongi. Despite your age gap, he easily fell into your world, your life, and your bed. Forced to confront the growing feelings as the pressure to meet adult milestones like your friends grow stronger, you struggle to be honest with yourself. “What you waiting for, better come and hit ya goals.”

Monday - wind it back, i’ll take it slow

wc: final count coming soon summary: “Wind it back, I’ll take it slow, Leave you with that afterglow…” Jungkook has been your best friend since you met him when he was still in college thanks to your brother, Yoongi. Despite your age gap, he easily fell into your world, your life, and your bed…

posting: soon...

Tuesday - “lemme swallow your pride”

coming soon

Wednesday - “it’s the way that you can ride”

coming soon

Thursday - “so break me off another night”

coming soon

Friday - “i must be favored to know ya”

coming soon

Saturday - “i kiss your waist and ease your mind”

coming soon

Sunday - “i'll be loving you right, seven days a week”

coming soon

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Bangtanstrology"

The magic surrounding the creation of BTS is a story that is the same, yet different for each of their soulmates in ARMY, since we are all born under the same Milky Way but in different stars.

You look at the spread of tarot cards on the cloth-covered table, surprise filling your eyes in the low light of the psychic’s room. Despite having this recurring dream since childhood about seven men and the providence of the universe, you try to argue with him.

“You’re insane. How can I be yours? And also be fated to 6 others?”

“Yes, my moonchild, you are destined for great things,” his voice is deep, full of sex and smoke. “This card may say ‘Death’, but it symbolizes not your actual death, but the death of who you were before me, before us. This card here tells me that this death and rebirth will happen almost instantly. In the dark nights, we’re each other’s lights. Once you leave this tent, your life will forever be changed.”

You can’t speak, so shocked by his words, so you nod as you stand up, depositing the few bills you had previously readied as a tip as you gather your bag. Eyes looking back at the man, you feel more than hear his next words straight to your core.

“You can’t fight fate, and you are our destiny.”

Back outside the psychic’s building, as you walk to the bus stop, you sense something is off, but are unsure if you’re in danger. You safely board and the trip home flies by so quickly that you’re already off the bus and that much closer to safety. As you enter your neighborhood, the feeling returns. Speeding up, you turn the corner by the convenience store, running smack into a broad chest before bouncing backward and onto the ground.

It feels as if the Earth has shifted. The setting sun has the sky lit up in hues of lavender and violet, a gorgeous purple halo surrounding the seven sets of eyes looking at you.

“This can’t be a coincidence!” you gasp, confused at how they could manifest from your slumber to reality. “I dreamt of you.”

The one you ran into steps closer as the others behind him peer around to get a better look at you. His hand is open, palm up stretched between your bodies.

“Take it,” he says, and the others around him echo the words.

“Take it.”

You recognize one of the voices, sultry and smokey; he smirks at you as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“My hand reaching out to you is my chosen fate.”

This June marks the 10th year of BTS, the fated soulmates of ARMY. Because we are the two, who found our destiny. And to outsiders, the story is so incredible. It must be a myth, a thing of lore. No such thing could be true! But we know the truth.

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Mask & Merlot | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: ModernLegacyHeir!Kim Seokjin x Servant!Reader AU Type: Long-time Pining | Drunken Love Confessions Rating: MA WC: 13,961

🔞 💖 Closer | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Namjoon x Jimin AU Type: Mutual Pining | Dinner in Rome Rating: MA WC: 2,571

🔞 💖 ⚠️ If It's Our Last | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: BondedPistil!Jimin x Stamen!Jungkook AU Type: Strangers to Lovers | Pistilverse Rating: MA WC: 2,404

🔞 💖 ⚠️ College Nights, Diner Fights | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: waiter!Jungkook x waitress!Reader AU Type: Diner, e2l | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 9,664

✅ ⚠️ What if... | @mrsparkjimin18 [1/1] Pairing: Production Director!Yoongi x Art Director!Hoseok AU Type: Mutual Pining, Hidden Feelings | fluff Rating: PG-13 WC: 2,884

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How to show emotions

Part I

How to show annoyance

slightly shaking their head

rolling their eyes

looking to the side

closing their eyes for a moment

sighing

taking a deep breath

clucking their tongue

huffing

crossing their arms in front of their chest

tapping their foot

How to show hurt

turning away

avoiding eye contact

closing eyes

lips pressed together

eyes filled with tears

breathing deeply

How to show anger

clenching their fists

pressing their lips on each other

breathing loudly through their nose

eyes getting smaller

clenching their teeth

clenching their jaw

looking away to calm themselves

speaking with clenched teeth

whole body is tense

screaming

throwing things around

stomping

moving around a lot, can’t keeping still

open body language, like they are ready to attack

frown wrinkles on their forehead

prominent veins

grabbing someone they are angry with to get them to understand why they are angry

becoming violent

non-stop talking, ranting

shaking their head

throwing their arms in the air

eyes either going from one point to another while ranting or completely fixating on the person they are angry with

How to show excitement

jumping up and down

not being able to stand still

clapping their hands

bright eyes

grinning

squealing

giggling

flushed face

bouncing

dilated pupils

tapping their foot

How to show boredom

biting nails

leg bouncing

sighing

playing with everything close by

twiddling your thumbs

spinning around

grumbling

staring into the distance

propping your head on your hand

Part II + Part III

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—college nights, diner fights | jjk

pairing: waiter!jungkook x waitress!reader au/genre: diner au, e2l, angst, smut, fluff rating: M wc: 9,664 warnings: POV switches (obvious, tho) mentions of domestic abuse and alluded infidelity (parents not pairing), JK's mom has terrible boyfriends and his dad is a petty "Disney" dad, Reader's parents are better but not around often, mentions of Jungkook having to protect his mom from the bad boyfriends, mean teachers, enemiesssssss, triggering middle school memories can be brought up upon reading the banter of middle school JK and reader LOL but also not LOL, swearing, vulgar statements, forced proximity, secret mutual pining, a drunken physical altercation/assault at work (mild), mentions of blood, minor cuts/scrapes, kissing, tattoo tracing SMUT warnings: oral (f receiving), praise an: shoutout to my beta readers @colormepurplex2 @downbad4yoongi @mrsparkjimin18 @peachiilovesot7 for helping me get this thing done in time despite me being on vacation and dragging my feet! thank you all so much for the motivation, for brainstorming, and just all around positive feedback! summary: If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen! You and Jungkook have been enemies for as long as you can remember—elementary school even—and when Seokjin hires him despite knowing this, you have to call a truce during working hours. When an incident at work leads Jungkook, and you, to put things into a different perspective, will the heated diner fights become a passionate college night? Or will it fizzle before it can start?

Bangtanstrology Writing Event hosted by ME of @bangtanwritershq

My Big 3 are: Sun (Member): Gemini- Jungkook, Moon (How They Met): Scorpio- Late Night Diner, Rising (Trope): Libra- Enemies to Lovers

Part 1: Elementary School

Elementary school is supposed to be fun. For you, 11 years old and in the fifth grade, elementary school is perhaps the best time of your life so far. Your dad signed up for career day, and you are excited beyond measure for him to come in and meet with your class to talk about his job.

It’s rare that you get to spend time with your dad, as his job keeps him pretty busy. The fact that he was able to show up today was a miracle in and of itself, but he negotiated presenting first so that he could leave first to get to work.

“Everyone, please welcome our first parent speaker, Mr. Cha.”

Your classmates applaud as your dad steps forward to the podium in the front center of the classroom and you beam from ear to ear. He looks all spiffy—hair styled well, suit pressed, and shoes shined.

“Good morning, boys and girls, I am Mr. Cha, and I am here to speak to you about my career. To be honest, I have two jobs,” he pauses as the kids, including you, look at him in both awe and confusion, “I am the father to that little girl right there,” he points to you and you giggle. “That is a full time job all on its own, but for the other time spent working, I am a plastic surgeon.”

You can’t help the pride you feel from your classmates clapping as your dad shares. He talks about the schooling needed to get to his position, shares study tips for the transition to middle and high school, which—while still some time away—will be good to begin practicing even now.

“You’re so handsome, Mr. Cha! Have you ever had any work done yourself?” one of the students asks during the question time.

“Ah, great question! I have tried some of the treatments that we offer at my clinic, because if I don’t believe in it, why should others have faith in me and the services I offer?” he explains. “I had a colleague of mine fix my deviated nose bridge, which I injured playing basketball in college, and I maintain my skin with various anti-aging treatments as well. It’s important to start taking care of your skin even at this age! Princess, come help me please.” Your dad gestures to you, and you rise from the chair, only a little embarrassed at him using your nickname. “Help me pass these out to your classmates.”

You begin walking around the room, placing the small cardstock printouts on each of your classmates’ desks as your dad continues speaking.

“These are coupons for my office. You can give these to a family member, or if your parents will allow you to come in, we offer a free consultation to check your skin, and a reduced rate for any skin care products or procedures for any of my princess’s classmates and their family.” He wraps up his presentation there, pulling you into him for a side hug as he smiles at your classmates and the other parents waiting in the wings to present. “Thank you for letting me present, I’ve got to run because I have a rhinoplasty scheduled today, and I need to prepare, but I had a lot of fun talking with you all today!” As your dad kisses your forehead, he whispers a quick goodbye as he leaves your classroom. You’ve never felt so proud.

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“Okay, everyone, let’s line up for P.E.,” Ms. Kim directs, and you jump in line with your peers to walk down to the field. Your classroom teacher disappears for his break as Ms. Kim takes over, and thus ensues a battle between your class as you play ‘Capture the Flag’.

“The rules are simple,” Ms. Kim explains, “a ball is placed on each side of the field in that box.” She points at the four cones creating a safe zone with a kickball inside of it. “Once the game begins, players have to cross the midline into ‘enemy’ territory to try and capture the ball and bring it back to their side. The other team has to stop you from stealing the ball by pulling the flags to remove your waistband—no tackling! Understand?”

“Yes, Ms. Kim!”

“Good. If your belt is pulled off, you stand off to the side at the cone here, okay? That’s the jail. To rescue your teammates from jail, you have to high five them. You must return to your side before attempting to go after the ball again. Once a player enters the box, they are safe, but they cannot stay in there forever…”

You tune out Ms. Kim because you already know how to play, and instead busy yourself with wrapping the tan belt around your waist, adjusting the position of the three blue flags hanging from it. The red team moves to their side of the midline, and you stretch your legs idly as you wait for the teacher to blow her whistle.

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Huffing, you pout as you walk to the jail cone, re-attaching the waistband that your classmate pulled off. He’s put you in jail several times now, almost as if he’s targeting only you during the game. It’s getting a little irritating, since Jeon Jungkook is the fastest boy in the fifth grade, but he’s spending all of his time chasing you instead of helping his team win. Even now, he’s guarding the jail so your best friend can’t come to save you again.

“Dang, JK, you pulled her flag again?” Kim Taehyung snickers loudly as he jogs over to where you’re held captive.

“Can’t let the princess get everything, now can we?” he taunts, a sarcastic tone to his words.

Kim Taehyung, unable to whisper to save his life, leans into Jungkook and asks, “Do you think her dad worked on her face? No way she’s that pretty on her own.”

Your feelings are split between irritated and pleased at the backhanded compliment.

“She’s not that pretty, it looks more like her dad messed up her face, ‘cause she’s so ugly,” Jungkook counters, and it’s hard to decipher if his cheeks are red from playing or from talking about your looks.

“But, you said last week that she was—”

Ms. Kim’s whistle blows to end the game, and you miss the end of Taehyung’s statement. Walking away from the two fools, you barely get a foot outside of the jail zone when a sharp tug at your waist stops you in your tracks. You look down and see your belt missing, and hear a soft thud a few moments later as it hits the grass in the opposite direction several yards away.

Taehyung is laughing, his large boxy grin behind his hand as Jungkook smirks at you.

“You lost.”

The two then take off towards where your teacher is collecting the game belts, leaving you to backtrack to get yours.

“What took you so long? Everyone else has already returned to the building. Taking your time to head back to class is not good sportsmanship.”

“But, Jungkook—”

“No excuses. Hurry up and get inside.”

Jogging back to the building, you get another scolding when you reach the classroom, with your teacher telling you that just because your dad is a surgeon and came for Career Day does not mean you get to behave this way. From the corner of your eye, you watch as Jungkook eats up every second of the scolding, seeming to enjoy the way you wilt as it continues. As you walk back to your seat, you don’t see Jungkook stick out his foot, and you trip loudly as the desks and chairs nearest you clatter and clang as you try to regain your footing.

As the boys snicker at your forced clumsiness, you vow to yourself that Jeon Jungkook is the worst person to exist, and you will hate him for as long as you live.

Part 2: Middle School

Jungkook’s had a hard week. Chuseok just ended, and he had to spend it with his dad’s family instead of with his mom this year, per their divorce agreement. He’s partially thankful because it allowed him a moment to rest. His hypervigilance with his mom’s new boyfriend is tiring, and his grades are suffering for it. But Jungkook is tired of these men sniffing around for a piece of the ‘supposed’ alimony his mom receives from his dad, because everyone was aware when the CEO of Jeon Industries divorced his wife and married his secretary. Jungkook begged to switch schools, but his parents refused, despite it being reported on several news outlets for a month in sixth grade.

Eighth grade hasn’t been so bad for him though, no one talks about the divorce anymore, and Jungkook is able to be just Jungkook, known for his athletic abilities and gaming. He was able to guilt his dad into a new gaming computer, since he forgot to take him back to school shopping, and Jungkook is able to help his mom pay the bills each month with the earnings he makes betting on Overwatch.

So when he returns back home, tired of hearing tales and seeing pictures of the trip to Cancun with the new baby that conveniently interrupted the planned shopping trip, to see his bed holding a Nike box with the shoes Jungkook begged his mom to get at the start of the year, he’s elated. He erupts into shouts and whoops of excitement, running to the kitchen to hug his mom.

“Ouch!” she can’t hide the wince as Jungkook pulls back from the embrace.

“I didn’t even squeeze you that tightly, Mom. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s nothing, you know how clumsy I am, I ran into the dining room table the other night—”

Jungkook doesn’t even think as he reaches for the hem of her shirt, barely lifting it to see an ugly burgundy bruise spreading across her abdomen.

“Mom! Did he do this to you?” Jungkook demands, fury building in his body.

“N-no, honey, you know how I c-can be,” she stutters through the lie, but they both know the truth.

“Mom, if he did this because of money, just return the shoes, it’s fine.”

“No. I bought those for you. You deserve them.” His mom is resolute, turning away and adjusting her shirt as she goes back to cooking dinner. “Plus, we broke up. He won’t be back.”

Up in his room, Jungkook readies the shoes for school tomorrow. He has a few nice things, his dad is a CEO after all, but after the divorce, Jungkook chose his mom, and his dad took it personally. His dad didn’t understand, but the choice was clear to Jungkook. His dad had a new wife, but his mom had no one. Jungkook couldn't leave her too. But his dad became spiteful after that, and so Jungkook can’t take most things his dad buys him to his mom’s house, including certain clothes and shoes.

It’s why he’s so upset about his dad missing back-to-school shopping, because those were usually the only things he was allowed to take to his mom’s, but this year he has nothing new. Not until his mom bought him the Nike Dunks he’s been coveting. Jungkook is happy, proud of his mom for choosing him over the newest boyfriend, and lying in bed, he finally feels like maybe his life isn’t so bad. He hears a knock at the door, and his mom’s tired feet shuffling to answer it.

“Please, Jongyeon-ah, I promise, it won’t happen again.”

Jungkook rolls over, grabbing his headphones to drown out the sounds of the pleading, good for nothing, weaseling himself back into his mom’s life.

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“Yo, Jungkook, those dunks are fly!”

Jungkook props his shoes up on the desk next to his in class, showing off the brand-new kicks to Taehyung.

“Yeah, they're limited edition.” Jungkook knows his response is a little douchebag-esque, but he doesn’t care. He’s wanted these shoes for the longest time, and after all of the bullshit he dealt with during Chuseok and now waking up to see that greasy slimeball his mom said she was done with shirtless at the table for breakfast, he just wants to pretend for once that his life is perfect.

“Take your crusty shoes off my desk,” you scoff. Jungkook ignores you for a few seconds, leaving his feet where he has them propped on your desk. He hates that you called his shoes crusty, knowing that they’re not. They don’t even have a speck of dirt on them! He made sure of that upon his arrival, being overly cautious with each step and wiping away any blemish he perceived to be there.

“Awe, is the princess jealous she doesn’t have the limited edition dunks?” Jungkook can’t pinpoint when this rivalry started, he just knows that for as long as he can remember, the two of you have been enemies.

“There’s a reason the supply is limited. It’s because they’re ugly and they stopped making them once they realized someone would have to be an idiot to wear them. You sitting here with them just proves this point.” You push his crossed feet off your desk and he lets you, but Jungkook holds you in his glare.

“One day you’ll stop being a hater, drowning in all that Haterade you’ve been drinking,” Jungkook makes a play on words, and his friends ‘ooooh’ and high five at his middle school burn.

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At lunch, Jungkook precariously steps between the seats to avoid damaging his shoes. His shins are starting to hurt from how he’s walking to avoid creasing his sneakers, but it’s worth the pain to him. He’s successfully avoided getting any food on his shoes from the sloppy eaters, and as he makes the last stretch to the door, a loud yell catches him off guard.

“Watch it!”

Nayeon, one of your lackeys, warns everyone as she’s bumped by you and her red sports drink goes flying. Jungkook is stuck between tables, backpacks cluttering the aisle and Nayeon’s body flailing taking up all of the space. It all happens in seconds—a hip check, a flying drink, and the contents now strewn across the floor and Jungkook’s new sneakers and laces now stained a bright red, dripping across the leather and fabric of his brand new, limited edition Nike Dunks.

“Oh my god, Nayeon, you are so clumsy!”

Jungkook gawps at you, unbelieving, as your annoying voice fills the silence that took over the room only moments before.

“So sorry, Jungkook. Nayeon bumped into me and then she spilled her haterade—I mean Gatorade—all over your new shoes! I hope those weren’t hard to get or anything! I’m sure your CEO daddy can get you a new pair.”

Jungkook storms from the room, seething at your audacity. If you had any idea about his life, would you treat him this way? He wishes you could walk a day in his shoes, maybe you would realize that life outside your perfect, princess bubble is not always sweet, and would think twice before being a bitch to him, but it’s too late for him to change his view of you. You are the devil’s spawn and Jungkook has never hated someone as much as he hates you.

Part 3: High School

Getting into BTS-U should be easy for you, what with your dad being an alumnus, but you don’t want to rely on nepotism. You’ve been working your ass off for good grades all four years of high school, and the final determination of your competency is about to start. Only one student can represent your high school as the Youth of the Year, winning prestige and honor by being granted early admission into any four-year university in the country of their choice without needing CSAT scores.

The last of the trials, the oral interview, is scheduled for today and as you sit outside the room in the creaky, overly hard chair, your heart pounds. Of course, the final two students competing for this merit would be the two students who despise each other the most in the school, making the competition that much more important to you.

You cannot lose to fucking Jeon Jungkook.

“We’re ready for you!”

The chipper voice startles you from your thoughts as you steel yourself to go into the final challenge.

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“Thank you all for your participation in the Youth of the Year program. As you know, the contenders were all very high achieving and will have plenty of options available to you for your future. Do not let not being named deter you from the future awaiting you all. Now, today, we interviewed the two finalists from this wonderful school, and while both were outstanding, one student really opened up and shared a vulnerable side to him that inspired us. He has already begun an incredible journey in his young life, showcasing a will to succeed. Jeon Jungkook, please stand.”

The crowd in the auditorium bursts into applause as you burst into tears. The one good thing about this ceremony is that the finalists do not sit on stage, so in the chaos and celebration, you are able to sneak away to the bathroom. Jeon Jungkook looked so shocked to have been chosen, but you knew that he couldn’t actually be shocked. His mom stood up with him, hugging him with pride, and your parents couldn’t even be bothered to show up for such an important moment.

You tell yourself it’s not a big deal, that you have done well and will most likely have the same options for college as Jungkook does, but being a Youth of the Year finalist is not the same as being the Youth of the Year. What really hurts you the most is that if the roles were switched, Jungkook’s mom would be there to hug him and tell him he did great and fought hard. If you had been chosen, you still would’ve been alone, but at least the loneliness wouldn’t have hurt as much.

The judges who interviewed you must think you don’t need the help, that you have everything you could ever want, so why would they choose the spoiled little rich girl? Why would they choose the girl who eats dinner with the maids, who read bedtime stories to herself growing up, the girl who has everything—everything except a family that loves her more than their careers and supports her unfailingly?

Facing the mirror, you reach for your purse and pull out the small makeup pouch so that you can erase any evidence of the sadness you feel today, brimming with the unshed tears of yesterday, and prepare your battle face to go back out there and be cordial as the runner up. Another battle you’ll face alone.

Part 4: College at BTS-U

“Welcome to Jin’s Diner, have a seat wherever you’d—what the fuck are you doing here?”

The chiming of the door opening caught your ear, so you’d turned to greet the newest customer, except instead of an overly tired trucker or a group of post-clubbing college students, you’re faced with one Jeon Jungkook.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” he asks, eyebrow pitched and smirk full of snark.

“No, I kiss your father with this mouth. Now get out.” You go back to wiping down the counters, ignoring the stare of your arch-nemesis as you finish cleaning.

“Now, now, Baby Cakes, let your new coworker into the diner so you can finally get the help you've been asking for.”

You turn to the owner’s son, Kim Seokjin, mouth gaping open in confusion. “Coworker? I thought you read through the notes I made on all of the applicants?”

“Yes, I did, and they were very helpful. He’ll be working nights with you, so show him to the back while I grab a lock for his locker and a uniform.”

“Sir—”

“Now, Cakes.”

Seokjin disappears into the hallway towards his office, and you turn back to Jungkook, who’s standing smugly with his arms crossed watching you.

“Ugh, keep up, small fry.”

Jungkook’s black boots squeak along the freshly mopped floor as he hustles to catch up with you. The doorway behind the counter opens into the kitchen, where the two line cooks, Hoseok and Yoongi, work diligently. Hoseok is sitting next to the recently delivered products with a clipboard in hand as he counts the items, while Yoongi is wiping down his area before the rush begins. You clear your throat loudly to gather their attention.

“We have a new waiter, his name is Jeon Jungkook, but he shall go by Small Fry, I think.” The smile on your face is devilish, and the two men snicker as they take in the newbie rushing in behind you.

“Wait, why am I ‘Small Fry’?” he asks, only a little out of breath from having to round the counter and catch up to you.

“Because everyone who works here gets called a food nickname, helps with the creeps, especially on nights.”

“I’m Suga,” Yoongi greets, “and this here is Hobi-Honey, but we just call him Hobi for short.”

“And I’m Baby Cakes, as you heard bossman say.”

“What’s your real name again, Small Fry?” Yoongi asks, his platinum hair shining in the fluorescent kitchen lights.

“It’s Jungkook,” he answers, emphasizing his name as he glares at you.

“Hmm, Baby Cakes, I think he might be better suited to Cooky…”

“Isn’t that too close to his name?” you argue, hoping to keep Small Fry, but when you see Hobi shake his head, you know you’ve lost.

“Fine, Cooky it is then! Next new hire will be called Small Fry no matter what!” you concede, waving Jungkook to follow you towards the back of the kitchen.

He trails you quietly as you push a swinging wooden door with a circular window in it and lead him into the employee lounge. Seokjin is whistling to himself as you enter, twirling a metal lock around his finger. You look around the room, surprised at how quickly he had everything ready.

“Great, you met Suga and Hobi then?” he asks, nodding at the door you just entered.

“Yes, I figured it would be best to do that first on the way here.”

“So, Jungkook—”

“He’s Cooky,” you interrupt, but Seokjin just shakes your rudeness off.

“—Cooky, this here’s the lounge. The door you just entered is used while you’re on shift for breaks and such. When you arrive for your shift and leave for the night, it should always be through the door behind me.” He gestures to a purple-handled door. “To the left are the employee cubbies, and to the right, we have the laundry station, small kitchenette, and door to the staff bathroom.”

You nod at the TV mounted on the wall next to the swinging door. “The remote always stays on this table,” you tap the main table in the room that seats six, “and we typically keep the TV on ESPN, MTV, or my personal favorite, HGTV.”

“Thank you, Cakes. Now, your Jin’s Diner gear stays here, we’ll wash it for you after each shift you work.” Seokjin points to a stacked washer and dryer in the corner. “Just throw it in the wash after your shift each night. We’ll put it back in your cubby for you once dry.”

Jungkook nods, but he looks a bit overwhelmed from all of the information. You take the lead and sit down first hoping he’ll follow you. You know Seokjin talks fast and moves through the employee information even faster, and despite not liking Jeon Jungkook, you need the help on your shift since Mochi quit to focus on his last semester.

You grab a permanent marker and white label from the center of the table, tossing it across to Jungkook with a little more force than necessary.

“We each have a cubby, with a small locker inside. Use this to write your name and then claim an empty spot, and you can also write your name on the tags of your uniform.”

Seokjin grabs plastic-wrapped clothing articles from the cabinet next to the laundry station and approaches the table, too, tossing down the new clothing.

“Your gear. Shirt, apron, and a ballcap. If you want a visor instead, let me know. Black, khaki, or blue jeans, black non-slip shoes, keep the blingy jewelry at home.”

“Dammit, I was planning to choke him with his chain after the first shift.”

Seokjin levels his gaze at you, and you know you’re pushing your limits with him.

“I’ll have you follow Baby Cakes around to learn the drill for taking orders, but mostly you’ll be bussing tables tonight. I’ll work on the final processing of your paperwork in the meantime. Cakes, come with me while he changes.”

You follow Seokjin out of the lounge and back towards the office. He opens the door and steps back to allow you to enter first, shutting the door behind him as he follows you into the room.

“You need to tone it down. I know you said that you and he have some bad blood, but we need the help and he’s the best applicant we have.”

“It’s deeper than that, Jinnie, he’s literally been tormenting me since elementary school. We work with heavy-duty machinery and cutlery. You might come in one morning to find that one of us has stabbed the other to death.” You push out your bottom lip and give him your best, roundest, watery puppy eyes. “Is that what you really want?”

“What I want is to have a fully staffed evening shift so that my best girl can stop having bags under her eyes and complaining about her feet hurting every shift.” Seokjin smiles teasingly at you. “Plus, you need a good annual review to get a raise, and training new employees looks good to the owner.”

“Your dad is the owner! You can just tell him to give me a raise!”

“I could…but this is so much more fun. Who knows, he’s kinda hot…maybe you find out that the reason he’s picked on you your whole life is because he has a crush on you.”

“That fallacy is just a way for the patriarchy to continue to push abuse acceptance and the ‘boys will be boys’ agenda.” You cross your arms, but overall you know Seokjin is right. You’ve always prided yourself on being able to adapt well to situations, put a fake smile on when you need to deal with rude customers or your parents missing another monumental event in your life. “But fine. At work, it’ll be a ceasefire. That’s about all I can promise you.”

“I thought you said there would be a ceasefire!” Seokjin yells at you from where you sit in his office. Jungkook is seated next to you, slouching in the chair with his head turned away towards the wall. You can see his jaw clenching every few seconds as Seokjin continues berating you. “Instead, I got a call from a family friend that you two were so busy yelling at each other for not doing your jobs that you effectively stopped doing your job!”

You huff as you roll your eyes, turning away from Jungkook’s severely hot—no—aggravating jawline, (where did that thought even come from?) to respond to Seokjin.

“That’s not even what happened last night! This idiot decided to fuck with the seating and of course, since the big game is tomorrow, we had a lot of people stop in and it was noisy. I was trying to seat the guests who were being louder and rowdier on one side so that our regulars,” you glare at Jungkook, who’s still refusing to look at either you or Seokjin, “could dine in peace, but when I ran to the back to restock the napkins for the bar top, he seated people himself. He’s not the host. He’s still a newbie! It’s been, what? Three, four months?”

“...Four,” Jungkook mumbles, but you ignore it.

“And so then poor Mrs. Hana ended up dealing with the hooligans who disrupted her meal, and yes, it was when I was trying to explain to him how seating works—”

“I know how seating works, it’s not rocket science!”

“So then why would you mess with the flow of the diner and seat them there?!”

“Because you,” Jungkook finally breaks the stoic act and turns to face you abruptly, so much so you almost visibly jump, “kept seating the large groups in your sections, which meant that you were giving yourself the better tips and leaving me with the geriatrics who barely leave anything!”

“Are you serious? You think I was trying to take tips from you? I hate dealing with the sports crowd! I would have gladly traded with you if you had said something to me, but you were too busy ignoring me when I was trying to talk to you about dividing up the floor—”

“—you talk to me like I’m a child, so of course I was ignoring you, you dolt—”

“—really piss me off, you think I would stoop so low, probably because it’s what you would do—”

“Shut up, both of you!” Seokjin’s eyes have a hardness to them you are not used to seeing. He’s usually laid back, but the stress lines on his face speak to an underlying tension you aren’t aware of. “Look,” he takes a deep breath, rubbing his hand over his eyes briefly, “this can’t happen again. Mrs. Hana could’ve broken her hip slipping on the spilled soda, and her son is debating suing us. My dad is obviously handling this situation, but that means your jobs are on the table. If her son demands it in exchange to avoid a lawsuit, I can’t stop it.”

It settles on you at that moment, how severe this is. You know that the little, old lady regular slipped and fell, but both you and Jungkook rushed over to help her up, comping her meal and walking her outside to sit quietly and assess how she was feeling while waiting for her son to arrive. Not only that, but he didn’t seem mad when he picked her up—just worried about if she was in pain and if she needed to go see a doctor. Apparently, after the shock wore off, his anger set in.

“I’m sorry, Seokjin. It won’t happen again.”

“Get to your shift, I’m sure Nam—I mean Porkchop—is ready to go. Remember, Suga will be late today, the championship game is tonight. So no more ignoring the hooligans and Cooky,” Seokjin gives his leveled glare to Jungkook this time, “Baby Cakes is in charge. I know you’re eager to prove yourself, and you’ve done well so far, but she’s worked the aftermath of championship games before.”

Jungkook stares back at Seokjin, a low humming tension filling the room before he answers with a “Yes, sir.”

The diner is louder than Jungkook’s ever heard before as he goes around clearing tables now that the game is over. His coworker, Yoongi, did amazing from what he saw on the screen. BTS-U wore their white home jerseys with purple and black lettering, so it was easy to see when number 3 hit the game-winning three-pointer.

Now, as the same white jersey is stepping into the diner, all of the fans cheer and bang their cups and silverware to congratulate the MBC Cup National University Basketball Championship’s MVP for the win tonight.

Jungkook looks across the dining area, where he sees you kneeling on the countertop clapping your hands above your head. The uniform dress that you chose for tonight has risen higher up your thigh than normal—probably from the way you climbed up onto the counter—giving Jungkook a pretty good view of the skin leading up to what he’s sure are lace panties. He’s walked in on you changing one too many times to not know your preference.

He can’t look away from you; something about the sheer energy radiating off of you is magnetic, as if you’re lit from within, and before he knows it, he’s moving closer to you. Jungkook knows he can’t stand you personally, but physically? He’ll never admit this aloud—not since Taehyung almost told you the truth back in elementary school— but you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

He doesn’t have much time to ponder your looks as you bring two fingers to your lips and let out a loud wolf whistle, setting you off balance with the action. Luckily he’s already been pulled into your orbit, because he catches you with two strong hands on your waist before you can fall off the counter.

“Thanks, Cooky!” you say, eyes alight and voice pleasant, as if you’ve forgotten who Jungkook is to you, and who you are to him.

“No problem, Baby Cakes.” Jungkook helps you climb down, and when you bend forward to place your palms on the counter to dismount, he sees his hypothesis on your panties is right. His eyes remain on your ass as you extend a leg to the floor, and despite the trouble the two of you got into before your shift, Jungkook can’t seem to care to remember why he shouldn’t be enjoying the view.

“Congrats, Suga!” Jungkook watches as you launch yourself into Yoongi’s arms, giving him a loud smooch on the cheek.

“Thanks, Cakes, that last shot was for you.” He winks, and Jungkook doesn’t understand why he’s feeling so affected, but he wants to blame it on those panties you unknowingly flashed for the irritation he feels toward his friend for flirting with you. She’s your enemy, Kook, get it the fuck together.

Jungkook stalks away, grabbing his bussing bin and rag so he can clean up the table of the group in line to pay.

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“Fuck you and your sorry-ass school!”

Jungkook turns his head to see you standing feet shoulder-width apart with your arms crossed, looking so much like the evil bitch he’s come to know. Only this time, it’s directed towards an EXO-U fan, by the looks of the silver and black shirt he’s sporting.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

You command the space well, and had the man been sober, he probably would have listened to you when you gave him the polite option to leave on his own two feet. As luck would have it, the man grew more belligerent with each passing moment, causing Jungkook to run and grab Yoongi from the back to help handle the situation. Jungkook doesn’t like what he’s hearing when he returns to the front.

“You dumb cunt, we don’t have to leave! Come over here, baby, suck my cock like you suck their players, bet that’s why they won, huh? Saw you all over their star player earlier, let me get a piece, bitch.”

Jungkook wants to lunge at the man, but Yoongi beats him to the table, effortlessly grabbing the man by his arm and neck to yank him from his booth seat.

Jungkook gets to his other side, helping the man walk towards the double glass doors as Yoongi mutters menacingly at the patron.

“Best not show your face around here again, if you know what’s good for you. Find another place to eat, and we won’t beat your ass.”

Yoongi lets go of the man once they clear the sidewalk into the parking lot, the man’s friends stumble out behind, but Jungkook shoves the man hard, and he falls to the ground. He feels no remorse for the man; he reminds him too much of the creeps his mom dealt with: stench of alcohol on their breath that grew with each vulgar word that rolled out of their mouths, animosity leeching from their greasy skin—Jungkook needs to wash his hands and splash his face.

Fleeing inside, he bypasses you cleaning up the mess the rowdy table left behind, unable to hear the words you say clearly enough to decipher them. He knows that it’s almost time to close up and he has a few tasks to do to help speed up the process, but he’ll get to them in a minute. He just needs a minute to shake off this feeling, and then he’ll be okay to do the final cleaning for the evening, and find out what you said.

You’ve always hated dealing with the championship game guests, but always loved being with the crowd because of the thrill and your love for the game. The shift wasn’t terrible work-wise, as Jungkook really pulled his weight throughout the shift, allowing you to be in charge as the hostess and main waitress, filling in where you needed and bussing tables as the guests rotated through the double doors.

And you can’t lie, when you almost lost your balance on the counter, it was kind of hot that he was there to catch you, and help you down safely. With his jawline that can cut glass and his warm hands sitting large on your hips, you were a little sad to have them drop away, but you hid your disappointment in congratulating Suga and then moved on with the shift.

Of course, such a perfectly good shift had to end with a douchebag. To your surprise, when you turn to look to Jungkook for help, he’s already approaching with Suga in tow. And damn your worst enemy if he doesn’t do the second hottest thing of the night, vanquishing the drunkard with the sailor’s mouth from your sight, his foul friends trailing behind.

You clear off the table, the half-eaten food discarded in the trash and you realize that it needs to be taken out now before the last of the tables are done. Jungkook speed walks past you, so you call out to him, “Cooky, take the trash out, please!”

You finish sweeping under the table, then wipe down the booth’s table as Suga also returns inside, pausing to check on you.

“Everything good, Cakes?”

You nod, placing a hand on your hip as you reflect on the incident. “Yeah, he was a real fuck boy, but you and Cooky saved me just in time.”

“Always…I’m surprised Cooky was so worked up when he called me from the kitchen. Usually you two are at each other’s throats, I would’ve thought he’d enjoy seeing you deal with a rude customer.”

“Well, we did get yelled at earlier by Jin for last night, so we promised to work together and drop whatever rivalry we have during working hours. So maybe that’s it.”

“Mmm…maybe. Well, let me go help Hobi, this last wave will keep us later if I don’t.” Yoongi takes a few steps to round the counter, then calls back out to you, “The trash is about to overflow, Cakes!”

Frowning, you notice that Jungkook has yet to return to take out the trash. Glancing around the room, you see most of the tables are in stages of eating or waiting for their food. They all seem well and distracted with clips from the post-game coverage, so you decide to take out the trash yourself. Maybe the truce between you and Jungkook isn’t as intact as you think.

Grumbling to yourself, you tie off the bag and lift it from the bin, foot angled to keep the wheels from sliding across the floor from the tug. You eye the replacement black bag, but decide to put it in once you return from the dumpster.

You hate taking out the trash; you love feminism but some tasks are just made for men. You refuse to use the loud trolley with the janky wheel, so you carry the bag gingerly, resting it down every few steps as you make your way across the sparsely lit back parking lot.

“Well, if it isn’t the bitch who didn’t let me finish my meal.”

You snap your head around, eyes roving for the source of the raspy words, finally landing on the douchebag discharged from the diner only 10 minutes ago.

“We didn’t charge you for it, so I suggest you leave before this turns into a real problem.” You keep your eyes on him, watching as he shifts around on his feet, inching closer to you. You hold your stance, refusing to look weak in case he decides you’d make a good target.

“Maybe if you come suck me off like a good girl, I won’t leave a bad review online about how much of a cunt you’re being. Matter of fact, throw in some pussy, let me fuck you properly and I bet all that attitude will drop. You just need someone to tame you.”

The man lunges for your left arm, his meaty fist closing around your wrist and you pull back to break the contact but he’s strong. You yell out, stumbling back away from the trash bag and he follows, heavy footfalls adding to the sounds of the evening.

“Let go, you freak!”

You jolt your arm, wrenching it in as many directions as you can to try and relax his grip but he pulls you closer to him until you can smell the ethanol on his breath as he places his other hand forcefully on your shoulder.

“I said I wanted you on your knees, stupid bitch,” he utters, and reflexively you punch him in his dick. He groans and releases you, hunching over in pain. You make out a figure stepping through the service door, and you call out for help. Attempting to step around the man, you only make it a few steps before you feel the weight of the man bearing down on you again.

“You stupid bitch!”

You try to run, but the man has the back of your dress in his grip so instead, your shoes scrape the asphalt in the same place repeatedly. A loud thwack of flesh on flesh sounds right before you’re released, dropping the short distance to the concrete. Your palms and knees feel the sting of the gravel but the relief of being out of the man’s hold overpowers any lingering pain as you scramble to your feet.

Behind you, Jungkook is pummeling the man in the face, and you pause for a moment in shock before you rush back to him, grabbing his bicep to stop him from swinging again.

“Cooky, stop, I’m okay! Jungkook!”

He freezes, turning to look at you as if to see if your statement is true, and seeing that you’re serious, he appears to deflate a bit, no longer an attacking watchdog but a protective knight, making sure his charge is unscathed.

“Let’s go.” He gestures for your hand and you place yours in his, letting him guide you away from the groaning sack of trash and the garbage bag on the ground.

The fluorescent lights of the break room are blinding after the darkness of outside. Vaguely you hear Jungkook yelling at the others working, followed by the clattering of kitchen items, but you’re so out of sorts you don’t even realize that Jungkook has maneuvered you into a chair and is gently checking your knees, palms, and arms. He brushes off the remaining dirt from your skin.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

His voice sounds pained, and this pulls you from your thoughts and back to the present with him.

“Um, I don’t think so.”

“Where all did he touch you? It might not hurt now, but once the adrenaline dies off, you might feel it.”

“Um, my arm, my shoulder, I can’t…I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, let me check your neck…he grabbed your dress and pulled you, so I wanna make sure it won’t bruise.”

He takes your face in his hands delicately, tilting your head to expose your neck to his view. The proximity has your head spinning, his cologne enveloping you as he leans closer, a hand leaving your cheek to allow a finger to trail across your neckline. You know he’s just checking to make sure that there’s no lingering marks, but you don’t think that the after effects of tonight will be anything anyone can see. He grabs a glass of water for you, and you sit quietly while he tends to the minor cuts on your palms from the jagged gravel in the parking lot.

Time seems to pass as you’re deep in thought, but you’re not sure how much until Seokjin appears, his purple and white painted face replacing the doe eyes and clenched jaw. He looks frazzled, as if he just left an after-party for the championship and was pulled into work. You realize after a moment that that’s actually what happened, and chuckle at yourself. He says your real name, pulling you out of your laughter.

“I’m so sorry this happened, luckily Jungkook was there. I don’t know what I would've done if something happened to you.” Seokjin pulls you into a hug, and you reciprocate, squeezing him tighter as the feeling of being held feels good. He pulls away sooner than you like, but he continues talking to you about what’s been going on since you’ve been sitting in the employee lounge.

“Look, don’t worry about staying and cleaning up tonight, okay? We’ve got everything under control. Hobi called the cops and Yoongi made sure the guy didn’t flee before they came. He’s in their custody now.”

“What about Jungkook?” you ask, uncharacteristically using his given name.

“He’s giving his statement to the police now. They’ll want to talk to you too, but I can put it off for tonight if you need,” Seokjin offers kindly, but you want to get it over with.

“It’s okay, I’ll speak to them now.”

“If you’re sure. I’ll grab one of the detectives now and they can take your statement, and then I’m sending you home. Jungkook will drive you, okay? You’re still a bit shaky.”

You look down at your hands, seeing the tremble Seokjin is referencing and nod. There’s no use in putting up a fight. All of the men you work with have now proven that you’re safe with them. Seokjin walks over to the door, popping his head out to call for an officer, and he paces quietly as you recount what happened, starting with the attacker growing belligerent in the dining area. Once finished, Seokjin grabs Jungkook from where he’s talking with Yoongi outside the door, ushering him to take your belongings and get you home.

You follow along, compliant, waving goodbye to the others as Jungkook pulls off into the main road back towards campus.

“You live by BTS-U, right?”

“Yeah, at Omelas, next to the train tracks.”

Neither of you speak again until he parks, turning off the engine to his jeep.

“Here, let me help you.” Jungkook grabs your backpack and climbs out of the SUV, coming around to the passenger side door to open it for you. You jump out and lead the way to your first -floor apartment. Unlocking the door, you flip on the lights as you toe off your non-slip work shoes.

“My roommate is out of town visiting her parents this weekend.”

Dumping your purse onto the kitchen counter, you walk further into your home, Jungkook trailing you slowly. He kicks off his shoes, socks shuffling quietly along the carpet as he enters your living room after closing and securing the front door lock. He places your backpack on the couch, and the two of you stand there awkwardly.

“Um, do you want some water or something? I have juice, milk, beer…” you trail off, uncertain.

“Water is fine, thanks.”

You grab a glass from the cupboard, filling it with ice water to return the favor from earlier as you bolster your courage to thank him. You hand him the glass and before you can think too hard, you just start speaking.

“Jungkook, I just wanted to thank you, for coming out there and, you know, saving me. I know we don’t get along much, but you really came through and I appreciate it.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, blinking up at you from where he’s sitting on your couch. He takes a long sip from the glass, and he seems uncertain if he wants to speak but does so anyway.

“It was nothing, really.”

“Why, um, why did you help me, I mean—I’m just saying, oh this is coming out wrong—”

“Look, I’ve had a lot of practice dealing with creeps like him. I’ve had to do it plenty for my mom, and I just don’t like to see anyone getting hurt, not even my arch nemesis.” Jungkook tries to joke it off at the end, but his tone reveals so much more to you about what he’s not saying.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was like that for you back in high school.” You sit down next to him, closer than you normally would with your backpack taking up part of the seat, but you don’t mind it. You feel safer being closer to him.

“I mean, why would you know?” he asks, leaning back into the couch and taking another sip. “You have a perfect family, I’m sure nothing like this happened on the weekly at your place.”

“No, but like, my perfect family isn’t what everyone thinks it is, either. My parents didn’t pay attention to me, always busy working and what not. Honestly career day, back in like fifth grade was the only time one of my parents made it to something, and even then, it was so my dad could advertise his business. I felt so sheltered growing up, like I had no life skills. It’s why I work at the diner.”

Jungkook digests your words, understanding blooming through his chest.

“I get that. It’s funny, I remember that day so well, I was so jealous of you, because your dad showed up for you. I guess our dads are the same though…I think if I had grown up with my parents still together, I would’ve felt like you do. My dad kind of left me behind when he remarried, you know? In a way, that made me less sheltered, because when I was with my mom, I had to grow up fast. I couldn’t always have the nicest things because she couldn’t always afford them.”

“I didn’t realize that you had to split time between them. One of my friends, Jimin? He told me about how your dad wouldn’t let you take things back and forth between houses.”

“Why did he do that?” Jungkook looks a little scandalized, and you’re sure it’s because Jimin is one of his best friends. He’s the one who recommended that he apply to Jin’s Diner in the first place, and how you knew to warn Jin to not hire Jungkook, not that it worked. “I didn’t know you were close with Jimin!”

“We used to work together…you actually replaced him. It’s why we were hiring in the first place. But, he told me that because he was trying to get me to ease up on you one day. I was complaining about something and he was trying to make you more human, I guess.”

Jungkook just nods. You know he probably realizes there’s no reason to be mad, it was all in the past and Jimin was coming from a good place when he revealed that.

“Well, it’s true. My dad is kind of the worst. My mom saved up to get me some Dunks back in middle school because my dad couldn’t be bothered to take me back to school shopping. As if I didn’t grow a foot and 3 shoe sizes.”

“Oh fuck, you know, I’m sorry for making Nayeon spill her drink on your shoes. That was really evil of me.”

“We were like 13? 14? All middle school girls are evil.” Jungkook chuckles. You’re relieved at how gracious he’s being, but a little annoyed. You turn to him to say as much, but he continues to speak. “Honestly, I don’t even know why we went toe to toe like that. We probably would’ve been best friends if we had combined our smarts. You were really great during the Youth of the Year competition. I’m sorry that you didn’t win, I think you deserved to.”

Jungkook is looking back at you now, with his pretty doe eyes, sitting so close to you. You don’t know what to say so you don’t say anything, instead focusing on his star-filled eyes and the way they’re staring into your own. His arm moves slowly, lifting to bring his hand to your face, curling a tendril of hair behind your ear.

“It’s getting pretty late now, I should get home,” he starts, but his eyes speak volumes and it doesn’t seem like he wants to leave just yet. “But there’s still one more thing I need to apologize for.”

Your eyebrows furrow, confused as to what incident it could be when his lips meet yours in a tender kiss, not too forceful but not shy either—just the right amount to let you know this isn’t a mistake. It takes you a few seconds to respond, but when you sense Jungkook about to move away you pull him in closer, keeping his lips where you can access them. It’s not enough though, so throwing caution to the wind, you straddle him as your tongue swipes for entry, pushing him further into the couch as you lean into his fit body. He groans at your boldness, large hands planted firmly on your ass as the kiss deepens. You feel dangerously high, lacking oxygen, but you can’t stop—you don’t want to stop. He’s intoxicating.

His fingers tighten imperceptibly, and you know he, too, is at the end of his air, so you break apart, chest heaving as you stare at his lips, red and plump from the kiss.

“That was your…apology for? Or you were…apologizing for…kissing me?” you pant, trying to catch your breath.

“Both?” he says with a cute, bunny-like smile, “one, for hating you all these years, and two, for kissing you out of the blue.”

“And if I want you to apologize to me more?” you half-question, half-goad, and Jungkook gives the right answer, leaning into you once more so he can kiss you hard, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away.

“That’s something I can do.” Jungkook uses his strength to flip you onto your back on the couch, knocking your backpack out of the way and onto the floor. “Is this okay?” He searches your eyes for your consent to his hands on your thighs, fingertips skimming the hem of your dress.

You nod, and he trails them higher until he’s grasping the band of your panties and sliding them down without haste. You enjoy the commanding presence he takes on, unlike the people you deal with on a daily at work, indecisive with what to order, he knows exactly what he wants, and when Jungkook pushes up your dress and buries his face between your thighs, it takes everything in you not to climax right then. His tongue flits around your clit, teasing you as his hands massage your thighs while keeping them wide for him.

“Jungkook,” his name is a breathy whisper in the air as your fingers curl around his locks, tightening your grip when he flicks closer to where you need him. “Please.”

You wiggle your hips, searching for more friction from his tongue but he just pulls away, tutting his tongue at you for being bad. You sit up slightly to glare at him.

“Patience, baby.”

Whining, you lay back on the couch with a huff. “This is why we hated each other bac—oh, fuck me,” you finish with a moan as he flattens his tongue across your pussy and stimulates every nerve he can cover. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he begins to suck, gently flicking his tongue every few seconds as he positions two fingers at your dripping center. Delving inside of you, the plunge of his fingers reaches the ache inside of you, causing your legs to tremble as he fine-tunes your body like an instrument.

“Feels so good, mmph, fuck,” is all you can manage to say as he continues to pump his fingers, the squelching of your walls suctioning them back in with every tug out only making you wetter. Jungkook hums, and the thrumming sensation curls your toes. Arching your back, you tug his hair hard as you mewl loudly from the impending orgasm.

“You can do it, baby, cum for me,” Jungkook praises, “you’re doing so well, squeezing my fingers so tight, watch me.”

When his mouth once again finds its rhythm on your core, it takes just a few seconds of making eye contact with Jungkook, doe-eyes wide as he watches you enjoy his tongue, before you shiver and melt into the euphoria he’s bringing to your body.

“That’s it, fuck—you look so pretty, baby.”Body spent, you stare up at the ceiling blinking as you come back to earth. Jungkook tucks himself behind you, holding you in his arms. You look down at the arm over your waist, your fingers lightly tracing the tattoos on his exposed full sleeve. You can feel his bulge, know that there’s so much more…apologizing you both need to do after years of being enemies, but you have all night for that. And in the morning, you don’t know what will happen, if there will be more to come after tonight, but what you do know is that at this moment you don’t hate Jungkook; not even a little bit, not even at all.

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