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yoongikapi · 2 months

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Can you please write a bts reaction? they were doing something dumb or embarrassing (remember the time jin has to run in a treadmill wearing a Chinese dress? something like that 😂) with the other members and at that moment their crush walks in how will they react?

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namjoon

now that namjoon was home alone, he decided to try a new recipe out. ‘for beginners’ ‘anyone can make this!’ the box read and he decided to give it a try. he followed the instructions EXACTLY as it read but he still managed to mess things up. once he cleaned up the mess he spilt on the floor and got what remained on the stove, he was proud of himself for making it this far. he proudly stirred the concoction when the front door slammed open. “hi namjoon its (y/n)!”

your high pitched voice and sudden appearance startled him and he quickly tried to hide the fact he was attempting to make something, but in the rush he instead grabbed the burning hot pan with his bare hands. quickly dropping it, the food exploded everywhere in the kitchen. he slipped on the once-again spilt food and laid on the floor in defeat, holding his burnt hands close.

you rushed in and found that food covered the kitchen; the counters, the floor, even the ceiling couldn’t stay clean. as you rounded the counter, you saw that even namjoon himself was covered. you bend down and grabbed his back to help him sit up. “what happened here?” you questioned with worry.

namjoon looked the opposite way, clearly embarrassed but winced when his hand touched the floor. “dont worry about it, but i might need you to take me to the hospital.” he showed you his burnt hands and as you helped him to the car he tried to pretend like he wasn’t embarrassed, but was failing miserably.

jin

he made a bet with the members and lost horribly. as punishment, he was forced to wear a dress and jog on the treadmill for 15 minutes straight. after the members laughed and got their videos, most of them left the room. yoongi stayed back only to make sure jin fulfilled his punishment. with only 3 minutes left on his timer, jin shouted out to whoever was listening;

“you brats are gonna get spanked when im done, i swear.” he pants out and turns to see whichever member is there. only he doesn’t see any members, he sees you standing there, a hand covering your mouth as you stand there in shock. he trips over his dress and falls face first into the treadmill, which throws him off and onto the floor. he sits there for a moment, not sure of what to say or if he should say anything at all. he glances behind you and sees yoongi, sitting in his same spot and copying your reaction; a hand covering his mouth except he’s holding back a laugh.

he gets up and walks past the two of you, rips the dress off and practically runs to his car and leaves.

yoongi

he locked himself away in his room and logged onto the sims after shutting the window blinds. he smiled to himself as he saw the sim he made of you; his wife.

there was a pounding on his door and he groaned, “go away!” he told the members when suddenly jin spoke up; “yoongi, (y/n)’s here!” he jumped up from his seat and opened the door to find you standing there, smiling at him. everyone rushed into his room and before he had time to think, you were sitting at his desk. looking at his screen.

you clicked the mouse around a couple of times and then slowly turned the chair to face yoongi. his eyes widened, and he was about to speak before hobi cut him off.

“YOU MADE (Y/N) YOUR WIFE IN THE SIMS?”

embarrassed, he looked down at his feet as some of the members giggled. his face bright red and palms sweaty as he avoided your gaze for the rest of the night.

hobi

“okay, how are you gonna show (y/n) you like her?” taehyung asks hobi, his voice slightly echoing in the empty practice room.

“i was thinking of asking her to dance, and doing something like this?” he sounds unsure as he speaks but goes for it anyways. he grabs taehyung’s hand and twirls him around; taehyung stays quiet and lets him do what he needs to. the pair dance hand-in-hand and to top it off when the music hits its high, he lifts taehyung off the ground and spins while holding him up in the air. taehyung laughs at the stupidity of it all right as the practice room door swings open, you standing there with a deadpanned look on your face. hobi freezes, still holding taehyung high up in the air and he realizes how this must look to you.

“(y/n)…” he starts but you simply walk away. he drops taehyung and falls to the ground with him. defeated, he covers his face with his hands to hide his embarrassment

“why did she have to walk in now??”

jimin

jungkook once again threw jimin to the ground, making the score 0-4.

“jimin give up, i’ve already beat you 4 times now and im starting to feel bad.” jungkook laughs to his friend on the floor.

jimin clutches his side in pain “i need to win at least once” he pants out, clearly exhausted from being thrown to the ground too many times.

jungkook just shrugs and helps him up, and as they begin to fight again jimin hears a noise coming from the practice room door. he figures someone ordered food and it’s the delivery guy so he ignores it. at least he does until he hears your voice. he looks over towards the door and sees you talking with the guys; food in both hands. you notice him staring and smile at him “hi jimin!”

he’s suddenly thrown to the ground and this time he lands on his back. his eyes slam shut as he tries to ignore the pain, gripping his back he tries to stand but ends up back on the floor. he wishes he could die in this moment.

eyes still closed, he can hear your sweet voice yelling at jungkook and suddenly your voice sounds closer and a warm hand lands on his shoulder.

“are you okay?” he smiles and tries to laugh it off but chokes back a tear instead. “y-yea im good” he’s gonna kill jungkook later.

taehyung

taehyung was finally enjoying a day off. he refilled the bowl of snacks him and the members were munching on before taking it back out to the pool. he carefully walked outside and a movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. the side gate opened and you joined the members in the backyard. taehyung continued walking, but was no longer watching his step. his eyes were only on you and he called out your name. of course, right as you look his way his foot slips and he falls into the pool, taking his towel and the snacks with him.

the snacks immediately float to the top of the water and he fights to get out from under the soaking-wet towel. he gasps for air once he hits the surface and you’re there to help him out, while the members are laughing at the side. jungkook even managed to catch it on video and taehyung closed his eyes in defeat, knowing the video would be posted online later.

jungkook

you and the members sat in the living room together, watching movies and playing games. jimin on your right and namjoon on your left. the three of you giggled together as the movie came to an end and jungkook decided he wanted to play a game next. he ran to the other room to grab a deck of cards and smiled to himself on the way back. i hope (y/n) likes this game

entering the living room as fast as he could, he missed jin’s foot stretched out in front of him and tripped, the cards scattering around the room.

he fell to his knees and when he opened his eyes he saw…legs? no. not just any legs, your legs. he looked up and froze. you peered down at him and both of your eyes widened and faces grew red. he apologized and sat on the opposite side of the room as you, trying his hardest not to replay the moment in his mind and fought the urge to leave the room completely.

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justimajin · 9 months

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The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 1

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ (5.5k), Office AU (lowkey E2L vibes)

↠ Summary: The workplace isn’t for everyone. It can be mundane and repetitive, with some describing it like a nuisance and others as a blessing. You’re the kind that leans more towards the latter and while it does make you an ideal candidate for many things, nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind that is the new employee.

↠ Warnings: pg13, some swearing

↠ A/N: This one going to be a little different from my usual series. There’s probably going to be some inaccuracies with the business terminology and huge warning - there’s a lot of turtle paced development coming up ahead 🐢

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, July 25 (series masterpost here)

The rain drizzles down, pellets of water smacking against the window.

A huff of warm breath leaves you, the mist clouding up the surface of the glass. Your drooping eyes fixate on the roads outside, watching pools of water forming along the streets as another yawn bubbles up from your throat.

Blinking wearily, a sudden jolt has your body swaying. Your hands immediately shoot out, tightly gripping onto the pole next to you for dear life.

Looking left and right, recognition sparks through your eyes as your form becomes stationary. You whirl around, hands pushing against the multitude of strange bodies that block your exit.

“Excuse me.” You hiss, ignoring the lady that sends you a glare from your insistent urge to bypass her.

You end up finally making your way through, shoulders dropping down with relief. However, the moment your feet advance forward to slide through the plastic doors, they twirl and slam right on you.

“HEY!” You shout right away, eyeing the bus driver that rushes to step on the gas. Curling your fingers into a fist, you harshly knock against the door, “Let me out!”

The driver scrutinizes his brows at you from his rear mirror, resulting in you knocking against the plastic again with your lips set in a firm line.

After he opens the doors with an annoyed grunt, you immediately hurl yourself outside and let out a satisfied gasp, not recalling how long you had been packed with so many individuals.

Icy water sloshes against your feet and drowses your hair as you attempt to walk through the chaotic weather, heels hitting against the gravel. At one point you accidentally step into a puddle that engulfs your entire heel and it’s not long before the sensation of freezing cold water seeps in.

You wince, letting out a lengthy sigh.

Oh, the amount of things you would do for a car.

Shaking the wistful thought away, the sight of a broad building comes across from you, the hue of black eliciting nothing but gratitude from the centre of your chest.

Heading inside, you practically jab at the button to your floor in an instant, attempting your hardest to derail your focus from how water has begun to collect at the bottom of your feet. A familiar ding alerts you of your destination, the soles of your shoes meeting carpet.

Your eyes are zeroed in on your watch as you rush towards the narrow hallway in a frenzy, grip tightening on your bag. The moment the sight of a white desk greets your ears, your shoulder slump down with relief.

A woman sits directly behind it, eyes glued to the monitor before her as her hands move at the speed of light. She appears to be in her late twenties, a black blazer covering her white dress shirt and accompanied with a dark skirt.

Her eyes light up at your arrival, “Y/N!”

You sweep by the receptionist, greeting her welcoming disposition with an exhausted one. “Morning, Bora.”

Hastily leaving her off with a simple smile, you promptly head into the hallway where rows and rows of cubicles whizz by your quickened pace, alongside the addition of multiple doors that lead into individual offices.

As your eyes dart around, the sudden swinging of a door has you immediately freezing.

The words Human Resources written on a plaque flashes before your eyes as the door is promptly shut, a tall dark-haired man dressed in a white dress shirt and green tie emerging out. The scent of coffee fills the air immediately, his feet automatically revolving into your direction.

His eyes are wide as he nearly bumps into you, practically seconds away from spilling the bitter liquid all over you.

“Oh my god!” He exclaims, hands clamped around his drink, “I am so sorry‒ Did I get any on you?!”

You peer down at your shirt, only remains of rain sticking to the material left behind as you shake your head.

“I don’t think so?”

“Are you sure?” He quickly fumbles around, frantically examining around you.

You chuckle from his concern. “I’m fine, Hoseok.”

Although you’ve put his worries to rest, he doesn’t seem convinced as a ㅅ pout rises on his lips. His eyes divert, suddenly narrowing themselves at your form.

It only takes him a mere couple of seconds to state the obvious.

“Y/N, why do you look like someone just dumped a bucket of water on you?”

“It’s the weather.” You say with a sigh, glancing at the drops of water continuing to collect on the ground and soak the carpet.

Hoseok snaps his fingers, “Say no more.”

You’re left in confusion as he abruptly disappears into the HR office, emerging out with his coffee in one hand and a towel in the other.

You’re relieved when he passes the latter to you and gestures behind him, “I brought in a bunch after I saw the weather outside.” He laughs, “Looks like it hasn’t been the nicest to everyone today.”

You smile at that and he extends his arms, gesturing for you to take off your coat and hand him your bag. You begin walking towards your work station and he follows behind with your belongings, casually sipping down on his coffee.

“So what’s up? How are things with you?”

“Not too bad.” You’re attempting to shake some of the water out of your sleeves, drying them off with the towel immediately, “I've been pretty busy with our latest product launch. It seems like the company didn’t think of it as a huge investment and the numbers are just flatlining at this point.”

Hoseok chuckles at your straightforward tone, “I meant you Y/N, not work.” He peers at you, asking in the sincerest of tones, “How have you been?”

“Oh.” At his scrutinizing stare, you shake it off, “I guess I’ve been alright.”

“You sure?” He quirks up a brow, “I’ve heard a lot of ‘I’m fine’s’ and ‘I’m doing alright’ lately and call me a little crazy, but I’m starting to get worried.”

“And what?” You ask amused, “Should I report to Human Resources about my concerns?”

“Yes!” Hoseok dramatically exclaims, pointing towards you with hopeful eyes, “Just like that! I’ve heard one of their assistants over there is really considerate and willing to listen to any problems his friend’s are having.”

You chuckle at Hoseok’s naive disposition, knowing he’s doing his absolute best to convince you. However, you merely continue to dry your locks off with the towel he’s given you, walking alongside him.

“I know he’s like that, trust me,” You add on, “I really do.”

Hoseok grins, “‒But he needs to be focusing on his employee’s more than his friends.”

Hoseok pouts at your reluctance, but you simply brush it off.

“Now, what about you?” You redirect the spotlight, “Weren’t you supposed to be visiting your parents this weekend?”

He lets out a groan and you chuckle, “I’m taking it didn’t go so well?”

“Of course it didn’t go well!” He huffs, “They asked me when I’m going to get a girlfriend and my mother kept saying that she’s not getting any younger anytime soon and that neither am I, and, well….”

Your brows knit together, “What?”

“She’s been very expressive about wanting grandkids.” Hoseok says with a sigh. You have to try your best to stifle down your laughter, something that he can see is desperately trying to claw its way out.

“Go ahead, laugh.” Hoseok says with a roll of his eyes, “My parents badly want a Hoseok junior running around and I had to explain to them that it takes two to make one.”

Your laughter instantly dies out.

“You didn’t.”

“I did.” Hoseok hums, reaching your department. “In short and very explicit details. Turns out that doesn’t work enough to gross out your parents.”

“Oh my god.” You shake your head, planting a hand against your face. Hoseok laughs at your natural embarrassment, walking you over to your cubicle.

“What?” He asks amused, “Don’t you feel great after listening to good ol’ Hobi’s tales of woe?”

You sit down at your desk, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Oh I do, thank you so much for enlightening me with the information.”

“Anytime~”

Hoseok departs with a silly grin on his features, something has you shaking your head in disbelief as you wave him off. You roll your chair closer to your desk, waiting for your computer to reboot as you peer around.

The office is wide and expensive, multiple floors and separate divisions spanning across the building. Your work area lies within the Sales and Finances department, a sector that involves monitoring revenues and expenses, along with ensuring that resources are used to their best capability without skewing away from the company’s budget. Within the department, you work towards the first part of the two.

At the sound of shuffling from your right, your eyes dart over.

There’s a head full of russet brown hair seated next to your cubicle, his form being nearly invisible if you hadn’t caught a brief flash of him. His narrowed eyes are fixated on the spreadsheet on his monitor as his right hand jots down a handful of numbers.

You smile, “Morning, Yoongi.”

He lets out a small sound of acknowledgement, barely leaving his gaze from his monitor to respond back.

Your screen finally lights up, eyes trailing all over it. The very first thing you do is scroll through your email, your eyes racking through any pending ones from either your coworkers or the department that need your immediate assistance. After scrutinizing the couple that have already been sitting in there from this morning, you attempt to examine the notice you’ve gotten about the recent product that was launched, a sales report being requested.

A sigh leaves your lips at the realization, before you lean towards the barrier that separates yours and Yoongi’s desks.

“I’m assuming you’re already working on sending them a finance report?”

Yoongi hums, letting out a sigh that seems to match your own.

“If you ask me, they’re being really fussy about this.”

A smile quirks on your lips.

If there was anything you’d love about Yoongi, it was his brutal honesty.

“It’s already failed, I don’t think analyzing the trend for the third time will do much.” You mutter in response, already conjugating information on your screen despite your words.

You hear a small chuckle from Yoongi’s side, “I’d love to hear you repeat those words to management.”

If there wasn’t a plastic wall separating the two of you, you could almost bet he would be getting a playful glare from your end.

You redirect your gaze back to your screen.

The phone company you work at is supposed to be top notch, a booming competitor in the industry. However, ever since a recent product launch for an absolutely new cell phone with slightly upgraded features went wrong in the market, your department has been receiving quite a bit of heat.

No one wants to lose money – in fact you can understand the company’s frustration. But unfortunately you can’t reason with their inability to comprehend that they’ve indeed lost money and constantly analyzing trends won’t do them much good if they want to cut their losses for the long term.

Before you can question Yoongi on what he’s writing off for the profit and loss statement, the sound of footsteps approaching you grabs your attention.

In an instant, your head is raised, back straightened and a professional smile tugging on your lips.

“Y/N.” The woman calls, dressed in a formal black business suit with a clipboard in her hands. Her full name is written on a nameplate that sits right below her long brown locks, paling in comparison to the simple employee tag that’s clipped to your clothes.

“Soyou.” You politely greet, acknowledging your manager’s appearance.

“Do you have a minute?” She ponders, glancing at your screen.

There’s a sales report with your name on it and hours of rebuttal with Yoongi on your to-do list, but you shove those thoughts away with a polite ‘of course’.

“Excellent.” She smiles and you follow behind, the familiar walls greeting you immediately. Ushering you to sit down, you oblige as she leans back on her desk, facing you.

Having a conversation with your manager isn’t out of ordinary in regards to any updates on your work, but the fact that Soyou wants to speak with you privately raises some unease on your part.

You can only hope that your work performance has been satisfactory.

“I wanted to discuss a matter with you.” Instantly, your eyes are on alert.

She pivots, grabbing a file from behind her. “We’ve just hired a new employee.”

Your stare morphs into confusion for a moment as she flips through the papers in her hand, “It’s important for him to receive some training and we’ve mandated that he'll be an intern for the company first.”

Although relief floods through your form at the simple new hiring, you can’t dim down any of the confusion. Interns are usually those that work within an organization for a small period of time, mainly to get some experience under their belt for their resumes.

But this is an employee that’s already been hired, so why is the company accepting him just as an intern first?

Despite all the questions and scenarios lingering in your mind, you politely nod as Soyou continues, “He needs to shadow an employee from our Sales department for a few days, which is why I’ve brought you here.”

Job shadowing was usually done for newer employee’s to get comfortable within their new job roles. As the name implies, these employees are given them the opportunity to follow around another person within the company like a ‘shadow’ and be able to observe how they deal with things on the job.

You hum, understanding that essentially you’re being asked to be a mentor, “I understand.”

“Good.” Soyou puts the file away, crossing her arms with a smile, “I’ll be checking in on your progress and if there are any concerns, please let me know.”

You nod to her words, rising from your seat. Truthfully, you’re not that ecstatic at the idea of someone observing you during such a heavy work period, but you suppose it wouldn’t be too much to handle compared to what you do on a daily basis.

Soyou leads you outside her office but your feet halt, a sudden thought sparking in your mind.

“Soyou–“

She spins around, confusion etched on her features.

Your manager is standing right in front of you, in private, away from any ease-dropping ears.

The golden opportunity slips away as easily as it came.

“Thank you.” You plaster on a smile, “For this opportunity. I’ll do my best.”

“I would hope so.” She says with a smile, escorting you out. You want to internally groan already, frustrated with yourself beyond belief.

“Before I forget–“ She stops the door from shutting, your eyes wide. “Kim Seokjin will be here promptly tomorrow morning.”

Your brows knit together, “The intern that will be shadowing you.”

Recognition dawns on you and you nod, turning around to leave the area. However in the midst of heading back to your workplace, your brows stay knitted together, feet slowly moving.

“Kim…Seokjin?” You mumble. There’s a certain ring to it that makes you think it sounds familiar, but there’s no face that you can place on it.

With a sigh, you shake your head, knowing you’ll find out who he is soon enough.

***

Although the morning has just begun, it’s not long before you’re occupied with things as you work towards completing your report. But even though there’s a set of numbers and a bright screen flashing right against your eyes, your mind seems to be preoccupied elsewhere.

You decide to take a break after a couple of hours, returning with a cup of coffee only to see the cubicle next to you entirely empty. Setting your cup aside, you peer back and forth for a couple of minutes before noticing Yoongi returning.

Your eyes widen as you notice Soyou’s lingering around her office.

He sits down with a grunt, annoyance etches on his features.

“Did you get called in too?”

Yoongi’s gaze darts over to you, eyes narrowed as he hums.

Your voice drops into a whisper, “Is it about the new employee?”

His eyes look around before he’s leaning closer to you, “Soyou said he was going to be an intern before getting officially hired and that he needs to shadow an employee.”

Your brows contort, “Wait, what?”

“What is it?”

“Nothing, just…” You shake your head, “I got the same talk from her. Why are they hiring an employee as an intern and then asking him to follow us both around?”

“It’s weird.” Yoongi states, vocalizing your thoughts right away. “Almost like they haven’t decided if they want to officially hire him or not.”

You nod and he shrugs with a sigh, “There’s not much we can do about it.”

You hum, watching him scan over the contents of his screen in between your conversation. You ultimately agree that he’s right – even though all the variables in the equation don’t make sense, it’s something you have to do regardless.

***

The end of a long day of work is the most gratifying feeling ever.

Your sore back is on the verge of thanking you when you stretch, legs finally waking up from their slumber. The floor is nearly empty, the majority of your coworkers having left as you spent the remaining time finishing up your report.

Which is displayed on your monitor as a relieved smile curls on your lips. You make the decision of handing it in tomorrow and the monitor is turned off, displaying pitch black.

Departing out of the building, you take a step back, grimacing at the sight of rain.

“Y/N!”

You spin around in surprise as Hoseok approaches you, holding up a newspaper over his head with a giant smile.

You blink, “What are you still doing here?”

“I was a bit backlogged with work.” Hoseok sheepishly smiles. He suddenly shifts, pointing behind him, “But I luckily ran into Yoongi while I was leaving!”

Yoongi appears within seconds, hair soaking wet from the weather.

Hoseok frowns, “I told you to grab an umbrella.”

Yoongi turns to him with a deadpan expression, “And I told you I forgot to bring one.”

Hoseok shakes his head in exasperation and you muse at how Yoongi’s practically being doused with water, not caring enough to shield himself like Hoseok.

“What?” Yoongi ponders at your smile, “Is there a problem?”

You shake your head, “I was just thinking about how you look like a cat that’s being forced to take a bath.”

Yoongi playfully rolls his eyes at you and Hoseok snickers, before his eyes suddenly light up.

“Oh, Y/N! Did you get a chance to talk to Soyou?”

A sound of dismay leaves you and Yoongi raises a brow.

“I’m assuming things didn't go well?”

You nod, gesturing for Hoseok to stand with you closer to the building so he isn’t being poured on anymore. You gesture towards Yoongi too, but the latter shakes his head and mumbles there’s only enough space for two people.

“Yeah…” You mumble, “Do you guys think I’m working hard enough?”

It’s a thought that truthfully lingers in your mind ‒ hours of work ultimately being futile when you’re nowhere near an advancement in your pay.

“Man, is that even a question?” Hoseok chuckles.

You softly smile in return, but Yoongi speaks up.

“You do.” He says, intently staring at you, “You’re very efficient. It takes a certain skill set to get through a horrendous product launch and to properly forecast the aftermath of it.”

Your eyes widen and Hoseok stares at Yoongi stunned, his mouth wide open.

He plants a hand on his shoulder, “T-That was beautiful, Hyung.”

Yoongi scrunches up his nose, recoiling at Hoseok’s words.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” You sincerely say, “It means a lot coming from someone who's a workaholic.”

“You do work a lot.” Hoseok turns his attention to Yoongi, “Like seriously, when do you even find the time to sleep after having Yoonsun and Haru?”

At the mention of his kids, Yoongi deeply sighs.

“I don’t.”

Hoseok stares at him baffled, but you nod, “I guess I can understand that.”

“Oh yeah, Yuna’s like what? Ten?”

Yoongi frowns, “Isn’t she fourteen?”

“She is fourteen.” You state, glancing at Hoseok perplexed. He merely pouts, saying that these days there’s no way of telling if someone is ten or fourteen and Yoongi responds with the fact that you actually can and perhaps Hoseok was getting a lot older than he hoped.

Hoseok shakes his head immediately, “Alright, alright, enough of that.” His eyes spark, “Are you guys up for grabbing dinner together?”

Yoongi hums as you shake your head right away with a wince, “Maybe another night, I’m working a shift tonight.”

Hoseok nods understandably, waving you off with Yoongi as you turn to leave.

Even though the day has come to a halt, it’s as if your entire day has just restarted.

Your business attire is exchanged for a frilly white apron strung around your waist, a smile plastered on your lips and a notepad with a pen in your hands.

“Can I interest you in any of our specials?” Your friendly eyes flicker between the middle-aged couple currently in the midst of scanning through their menus.

The man shakes his head without a response, appearing as if he were annoyed from your presence. You patiently wait for them to make a choice, ignoring the fact that the place is already packed with bustling voices and that there’s two children running around, presumably with high amounts of sugar in their systems.

“Why are all these options so expensive?” The woman huffs, staring at you for an answer.

“All of our dishes are made from scratch.” You politely reply.

She lets out a noise of discontent, lazily handing the menu to you, “Fine, whatever. Get me this mushroom soup dish, I’m starving.”

Her eyes snap up to her husband, who is still taking his sweet time, “Will you order already?”

“I’ll have whatever she’s having.” He says with a sigh. You take there menus kindly, turning around to serve the next tabl‒

“HEY!” A man next to the table you’ve just served pounds his hand against the table, “I placed my order half an hour ago! Where is it?!”

You meekly bow, a strained smile on your lips, “We have a full house today so the wait time has increased. I apologize for the inconvenience, Sir.”

“Fancy establishment, my ass.” He spits under his breath, glaring at you from the corner of his eye. You hurriedly make your way over to the counter leading to the kitchen, already feeling the man’s stare bleeding into the back of your skull.

“Is order 17 ready?” You ask, slumping against the long table. Your clothes are in a disarray from bustling around and there’s a particular deep ache radiating within the soles of your feet.

An instant small ding has your eyes lighting up in relief, a handful of plates arriving in your hands. You carefully balance them with your palms and turn around, cautiously but promptly heading towards your table.

Suddenly there’s a jab to your leg, one of the children let loose nearly bumping into you. You attempt to steady yourself but a woman abruptly smacks into your shoulder.

A loud crash echoes within the restaurant, all heads whipping around.

The woman stands in front of you, a nice helping of wine splattered all across her white blouse. Her son ‒ who you presume was the one running around you, is hiding behind her, a mischievous smile on his face.

Your wide eyes peer up, barely acknowledging that there’s an entire serving of spaghetti falling from your apron. As soon as the realization sinks in, you move to pick up the fallen food and plates.

A hand stops you.

You can only stare as the woman’s face turns into the same shade of wine.

“How dare you?!” She nearly screams, “What if my boy got injured from the glass?!?”

You almost want to scoff, baffled by her concern. Her son shouldn’t have been running around in a restaurant in the first place, nearly having bumped into you if his mother hadn’t come running after him.

You were just a waitress for god’s sake, not meant to be someone’s babysitter.

You simply grind your teeth and lean down in response, picking up the broken pieces of glass from the ground.

She shakes her head in disapproval, “What kind of wretched server doesn’t even care for her customers?!” Her voice implodes again, catching everyone’s attention, “Where’s your Manager?!”

Your hands instantly freeze, balling up into fists again. The Manager card is one you’ve heard of many times and unlike most establishments, yours tend to love the policy where the customer walks away happy.

A sigh leaves your lips and you swear this woman is burning lasers into you while looking like she was ready to pounce at any moment.

Two hands abruptly reach out for the fallen pieces.

You look up wide-eyed, astonished to find a pair of doe eyes leaning over with a giant tray, his hands hurriedly placing the pieces on it.

Once done, he rises to his feet and faces the woman. “It wasn't in our intentions for your evening to go this way.” He apologetically smiles, “Our Manager is at the front desk and would like to speak with you.”

Although still infuriated, the prospect intrigues her and you almost want to roll your eyes, knowing that she’ll probably walk away from this encounter with a free meal while your hands are filled with tiny pieces of glass and leftover spaghetti.

You stand up and he turns, gesturing towards the back door.

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The sink is turned on and there’s a rag within your hands, viciously scrubbing out leftover pasta sauce out of your white apron. It’s nearly midnight and customers have started to finally leave, granting you the opportunity at not having to walk around with food on your clothes.

“Careful, you’ll probably destroy the fabric if you keep scrubbing it like that.”

The back door closes and you turn around to see Jungkook. He’s still wearing an apron and there’s a tray in his hands that he places down on the counter.

You shake your head, muttering underneath your breath, “I just don’t understand why they insist on bringing their kids in here if they aren’t going to look after them.”

Jungkook hums, leaning over the sink and plucking the apron from your hands.

Your brows furrow at the action, “I know what you mean.” He begins scrubbing in circles, the stains coming out much better compared to your rigorous technique.

He gestures behind him. “If it makes you feel better, there’s a leftover slice of chocolate cake with your name on it.”

Your eyes widen, “You’re joking.”

You inch yourself towards the tray he brought in with him, eyeing it down carefully before lifting up the top portion.

Surely enough, there’s a slice of chocolate cake underneath it. Your jaw drops and you spin around, only to see Jungkook cheekily smiling.

“Where did you get this?” You ask in astonishment, grabbing a fork already.

Jungkook shrugs, “Apparently one of the couples ordered our speciality cake but only took one slice and claimed it was too sweet.” He chuckles, “Plus I figured it was time to celebrate another screaming customer.”

Your shoulders slump down as a groan leaves you from the memory and he laughs at your reaction.

“Why do they always blame the employee’s for everything?”

He shakes his head, “Because we’re entirely responsible for this place even though we just get paid minimum wage.”

You snort, continuing to eat your cake.

“So how has the job search been going lately?”

Jungkook lets out a sigh, “It hasn’t been so bad. I’ve applied to some places and I’m just hoping for the best.”

His eyes suddenly light up, “Oh‒ I applied for your company too by the way.”

“Really?” He nods and a smile curls on your lips, “It would be amazing to have you there.”

“Yeah, I saw an advertisement for customer service and thought I’d give it a shot.” He points a warning finger in your direction, “Don’t tell Hoseok though. Last time I visited, he practically launched himself on me.”

You laugh, aware Hoseok could be overly doting sometimes without realizing it. Jungkook raises his arms, a squeaky clean apron emerging within seconds.

Your eyes widen and he hands it to you with a grin, “How did you‒?”

“One of many skills I've learned from working here is how to get stains properly out of aprons.”

You smile at him and he returns it.

It’s not long before you’re leaving the place, feet badly aching and a chilling breeze greeting you outside. You and Jungkook end up waiting half an hour in it for a bus to come along and by the time it does, you can’t wait to get home and for the day to be finally over.

You huff entering the room, form shivering and your hands tightened on your bag. You juggle it in between with your keys, one of your legs stretched out to hold the door open in the process.

Your eyes rack over the small apartment complex. The low ceiling results in your head having to occasionally lower, floorboards creaking as your feet shuffle against the cold hardwood. A kitchen is situated to your right, with a long narrow hallway leading into the living room.

As you carefully take your shoes off, your eyes roam around. It’s dead silent and you quietly pad across the wooden floorboards.

Suddenly a pair of upside down eyes are staring at you brightly. A hand rests against your racing heart and you recall occasionally forgetting that your apartment’s layout consists of her bedroom being right above the front door.

Yuna giggles like she knows she’s accidentally frightened you again and you scoff, a warm smile spreading on your lips.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

She smiles, “I was, but then I heard the sound of your keys.”

You shake your head, setting down your bag, “Did you get the chance to eat something?”

She nods right away, “Was school okay?”

She nods again and the corners of your lips tug up at the basic answers. Her eyes flicker, pointing towards your right hand.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, uh, this?” You look over to where your keys still are, a handful of letters clutched in them, “It’s just today’s mail.”

She nods, slowly lifting her head to re-enter her room again. You let out a low yawn, cracking the aching muscles of your neck and back as you head into the living room. Even though you know you need to head into the kitchen to make yourself something, you never subject your excoriating cooking skills onto your younger sister, already having acknowledged that it wouldn’t be wise to poison two people instead of just one.

With a low exhausted exhale, you scatter the multiple letters onto the table and stare at them with crossed arms.

A deep frown settles onto your features.

Shaking your head, you decide to open all of them.

It begins with electricity. Then hydro. Rent even pops up, and the list only continues.

Your eyes scatter over the papers and the accompanying zero’s they always liked to show. However as your eyes sweep over the contents, there’s one letter that you haven’t yet regarded.

It’s different compared to the rest, and your lips pursue as you begin opening it.

Once you unfold it, it takes only a handful of words for your eyes to widen.

A loud scoff leaves your lips, the letter going straight into the trash. The sound of footsteps suddenly greet you and you quickly collect the rest of the letters into your arms, stacking them together and immediately setting them aside.

“Y/N?”

Yuna stares at you with wide eyes and you spin around, “What is it, Yuna?”

She curiously tilts her head to the side, “Is everything okay?”

You wonder if the bags underneath your eyes or the fatigue in your shoulders is obvious.

You warmly smile.

“Everything’s just perfect.”

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armysantiny · 1 year

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-[seokjin; soft bf headcanon

The way I was moments away from calling this a soft husband headcanon

It would have the same meaning either way and you know it

Seokjin is husband material. Period

But yes! You and Seokjin <3

The two of you met while out shopping

Seokjin had wanted to buy something for his desk, and you very conveniently had something very similar in your basket

So he musters up the courage to ask you what aisle you found it, and he kinda expected the conversation to die there, you know?

But being the angel that you are ofc, you offered to show him exactly where the aisle was

Seokjin will remember this (insert LiS music here)

A conversation on what the two of you prefer heads to games – somehow, don’t ask me – and numbers get exchanged

You’re the first to make the initial text, wishing him well and that’s the start of a great friendship between the two of you

Once you start dropping by each other’s house, y’all are spending every fortnight having a drama and movie marathon, swapping location and catering duties accordingly

...you both decide that Seokjin’s ‘tv nights’ are better lol

Have you seen that man in the kitchen? My point exactly

Although he does let you bring the snacks

How nice :D

Eventually, all of Seokjin’s playful charm starts hitting you a little more than usual

Your confession is straight up out of a book and guess what? Your feelings are returned! Huzzah!

Welcome to the wonderful world of receiving morning my love <3 texts followed by several pet names of Jin’s choosing

Dotes on you constantly. There is not a day without this man giving you forehead kisses at every possible moment

He drapes his arms over you and does that penguin-waddle thing whenever you’re around to visit

It gets worse (/jk) when you take that step to move in lol – he drops all of his weight on you and gets comfy

Those tv nights? Yeah – that’s date night now

Seokjin is so ridiculously fond of hearing your excitement when you both get down to planning a night out together

Absolutely loves dressing to the nines and acting like you’re both royalty

Does he want to record your laugh he jokes with you in the car? Yes. Yes he does

Takes candid pictures of you with you’re waiting for your meal and makes them his screensavers

His home background is the both of you, of course~

As much as he loves his regular, planned dates with you, Seokjin is a sucker for unplanned ones where you wander the high street together

You find some of your favourite couple pieces on those days out

When he gets to meet your friends, they take to him immediately—

He takes care of everyone and you love him for it

Another one for the if you don’t keep him, we’ll take him#

Seokjin is regularly invited to group outings – he’s basically part of the group now

Adored by your family. Absolutely loved, I tell you <3

He’s the perfect son-in-law and already has all the aunties fawning over him

Fishing? Yep, that’s every uncle and dad ever convinced that he is The One

Enjoy the ensuing when are you going to get married? brand of questions now~

Seokjin’s not shy of the odd display of PDA, but he’s not here making out with you in broad daylight

That’s saved for the comfort of your own home lol

Dotes out forehead and hand kisses when you’re walking together

Holds your hand and even swings it when he wants to see that pretty smile of yours

You forgot your coat and it’s getting cold?

“Here, wear mine love.”

Even – and especially – when you’re drowning in it

Immediately starts cooing over how cute you look in his coat

Plays with your coat paws as you’re holding hands and he’s a blushing mess

He’s whipped for you, what else? :D

Very much hides the fact that he’s fantasized about marrying you and being able to call himself your husband

Please marry this man—

He’s on his knees for you (sometimes literally)

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abcketchup · 6 months

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Seokjin x reader

Drabbles, Bakery au!

Warning: None.

Wc: I don't count for this one, but I think it's pretty short around 1k ~ 2k something.

A/n: I had this from 16 NOV 2021. Now it's out and become another commitment of mine to finish. I don't even have any title for this.

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You really want to sell all of your possessions just to gain some money to buy this damn bakery. Sadly, your possession is not that much worth money- mostly your clothes were bought from a pile of bundles with the most affordable price at 5 bucks which you went crazy and ecstatic at the time.

Anyway, you really love that bakery, they make the most delicious pastry ever! Bonus, the owner, Mrs. Dora is really kind to you. Always give you the warmest bread and a hug (yes, bread comes first).

Talking to you fondly with warm gaze and motherly caress. But all of that will be gone. It's gone. Soon. Why?

Because, one day in a warm, peaceful evening. You were peacefully arranging the freshly baked pastry for display when Mrs. Dora decided to break the news.

"Sweetie, soon I'll sell this bakery. Because now, I have enough money to live my dream life! In my dream house with the love of my life." She sighed blissfully. Her hand skillfully kneading the dough, the result of years of working.

You froze after she said that. She didn't mean...

"What about me madam?" you timidly ask. Well, she should think about her staff, right? Because you know she is the kindest person you ever met, she will not just abandon you like that right?

"Hm? What about you?" Mrs. Dora tilted her head, confused.

You flounder after yourself, "I mean if you sell this bakery, what about me?" timidly you piped, shoulder slumped, "Am I fired?"

Mrs. Dora, who was kneading the dough for the second time, was startled and nearly spilled flour everywhere., "Oh my god, no! No sweetie, of course not." She quickly comforts you.

"You will still be working here. It will be just a change of ownership; thus, you will be getting a new boss!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"He's incredibly gorgeous and a true gentleman! How fortunate you are to have him as your boss, y/n! If my hubby was that old grouchy and I wasn't pursuing my dream, I would snatch him for marriage in no time!" Somehow you could feel the heated jealousy glare from behind where her husband doing his job.

Sulkily you said, "But I would rather have you, madam." You pout, hands twirling around the rug, "I am comfortable with you." not knowing your words tugging her heart- or maybe you know, either way.

"Oh, sweetie," she eyes you guiltily, "Don't say it like that. You made me want to take back the agreement," - "Please do!" you interject, "I can't sweetie. He already paid for this bakery." Mrs. Dora shakes her head pitifully.

"Don't worry y/n, I vouch with my husband's name that he is really a good person. He will take care of you and this bakery." The said husband was shocked, turning his head with his side-eyed beloved wife, who was oblivious to his side-eyed stare.

"Ah, he also would make for a good husband," she winks.

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And that was the last thing she said to you.

Not only had Mrs. Dora betrayed you (you personally think she is, even if she's not), but she even didn't tell you last month, whereas yesterday, was her last day.

And now, you are facing this handsome stranger, with his printed cat apron on, claiming that he's the new owner here. And apparently, his name is "Kim Seokjin." And he wanted you to "Please, take care of me."

What the hell.

Out of instinct, you turn around. Wanted to bolt out of the scene as soon as possible.

"Wait!" No, you can't. It seems like your legs have their own minds, running as fast as they can.

Yet, you still are no match with his long leg, easily catching up to you, and pulling your elbow. "You're y/n, right?" he huffed, ah not really athletic.

"How do you know?" You didn't remember telling him anything, except for the greeting of little 'good morning'.

"Mrs. Dora once showed me your picture." He explained. Not only did she betray you, but she also spread your picture around (only this Kim Seokjin).

"She said that you will help me manage this bakery." Ah, also decided without you. Who said that you're going to still work here? (you will though).

"I didn't agree to anything. Hell, she didn't tell me anything. Except for this sudden new owner." You clarify, pulling back your arms from his grip. Now, that you are aware he's been chasing you with his cat-printed apron, catching some eyes from the passerby. (He still looks good, how unfair.)

"I didn't even know that it was today that the new owner came in." you huffed, steering a little to the side so as to not block people from walking, "She didn't even say goodbye." You mumbled, lips pouting a little bit as you felt upset. You really do adore the old woman and his husband.

They took care of you a lot. Even though you are a clumsy and slow worker. Always timid and not really sociable, always have problems to handle customers. They always let you work around the bakery, cleaning and organizing. Always give you some warm bread even though you know you are not much help. Always pay you, sometimes more than your worth. That's why when they left you like this, it's upset you more than you thought.

"Ah", his eyes wide in realization, "I was supposed to come in the next few weeks, but Mrs. Dora seemed to have some urgency in her hometown and asked me for help to look after the bakery for a few days." He scratches his neck awkwardly. "And I thought it would be nice to familiarize myself with the bakery."

"Mrs. Dora said that I just have to ask you anything regarding the bakery. You have worked for her for a long time now." He added. That caught you off guard. Yes, you did work for a long time, but all you did was the bare minimum.

"Well, yeah." You paused, before you slowly started, "But basically, all I did was clean around the bakery. And organize the fresh bread or something like that. Not much really. I don't think that I would be any help." you admit, somehow ashamed. And yet, his reaction is the opposite of what you think he would be.

"That would be great though! Let's go now, I just left the bakery with Jimin, and we should open now!"

Okay, wait, now who is Jimin?

***

a/n: this is just for fun. I don't think anyone would read this shshsh

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moccahobi · 1 year

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Listen and Learn (Seokjin x Reader)

Summery: This Friday: Mandatory team fun time. Grow together and learn! We will be going on a small team building retreat! Check your emails, read the information, sign the consent forms, and tell us what food you want for lunch! Note: There will be a body swap during this retreat.

Pairings: Seokjin (BTS) x Hard of Hearing Reader

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4k words

Genre: Angst, A touch of fluff

A/N: Thank you so much @btsmosphere for betaing this fic! Your thoughts and feedback were so helpful and wonderful to me. Ru is also an amazing writer so of y’all want some wonderful fics, please go check their stuff out!

A/N2: I use “Y/n” as a sign name for ease of writing and keeping the reader a reader insert. Generally though, sign names are characteristics and/or nouns and not actually one’s name. They’re given by someone in the d/Deaf community~

You looked down at the sheet of paper, the first of many that had written information which the facilitator, Soyoung, would give as she explained stuff today. Thankfully, she seemed to have tact as she gave them to you discreetly and while explaining stuff to others. She even let you bring a small bag to carry the papers. Given, what did you expect? She'd also reached out to you weeks before this team building program started with questions and ideas on how to make sure you were able to participate fully. It warmed your heart and made you realize once again just how tired you were. This was maybe the second time that someone has reached out to you about accommodations before you had a chance to step forward and explain stuff. Over twenty years of voicing your needs took a toll on you.

Soyoung was handing out folded pieces of paper to everyone, explaining the activity to those and you chose not to try to listen. You had the sheet of paper that explained it all anyways. This slip of paper was charmed to assign you with someone else in the group who they see as best fit for the future activities. You'd have to watch them and take note of stuff they do today that you liked. Praise and all that.

Unfolding the paper carefully, you found yourself blushing at the name that was present: Seokjin.

You didn't talk to him much. He intimidated you with how social and friendly he was but you were always struck by how sweet and hard working he was. Given, his hard working nature was always something you were reminded of since your company, a consulting firm for small businesses, liked to pit the two of you against each other. You sighed and closed your eyes, listening to the quiet sound of birds from somewhere around you. They were faint and felt distant but when you moved your head around, you figured that they were somewhere to your left... since you could only hear them if your left ear was angled that way.

Watching as everyone started opening their sheets of paper, you tried to see if you could guess who got who. Jinsung might’ve gotten Mingyu. Mina looked at Chaewon so maybe she got them. Seokjin… Seokjin looked at you. You quickly looked away, a warmth rising within you. After so long of skirting around each other at work, looking away when the company talked about the two of you being competitors… and now you’d have to keep an eye on him to talk about his strengths later?

Today would be interesting.

Everything was too loud. People were shouting. The platform creaked and screamed with each movement. Soyoung was saying something. People were bumping into you. Pointing for you to go somewhere. A hazy tiredness washed over you as you looked anxiously from person to person. You heard so much, your hearing aid, a microphone repeating everything in your ear just in case you missed it, and yet you processed nothing. You missed everything.

Taking in a shaky breath, you sat down, looking intently at the wood grain on the wobbly platform. It needed to stay in the air for just thirty seconds. It shouldn’t be too hard, the thing was enchanted to elevate with only one point of contact when Soyoung told it to and the group simply had to find that point of contact and balance around it. But everyone had a different idea of how to do it and no one wanted to listen (ironic since in theory they could hear each other). God, how you wanted to just turn your ears off right now. To sink into the quiet of your hearing aid not working or to take out your phone and start playing music (they’d never know if you were sly enough). You couldn’t do anything like that though. Instead, you were forced to look around at people gesticulating frustratingly and saying stuff you couldn’t hear. At one point, you met Seokjin’s eyes, his brows furrowed in thought but he didn’t say anything to you.

One year into working at the company together and he was still the same. He’d offer small smiles and nods but rarely talk to you. He wasn’t a quiet person normally though. You’d heard (truly shocking) him talking to people, his laughter rising above everything. His laugh was loud and it left you discombobulated as you tried to look for where he was laughing. The first few times you heard it, you thought someone was washing windows right next to you but you didn’t have a window by your cubicle. It wasn’t until you saw him laughing in a nearby empty break room that you managed to place his laugh.

People were getting off. The platform was more wobbly now. Seokjin reached down with a smile and helped you up, flashing you an O.K. sign with raised eyebrows. You nodded, grabbing onto his soft hand and getting up.

“This current strategy isn’t working,” Chaewon started once everyone had sat down.

People nodded.

“What could we do to…” Mingyu turned around, his words leaving your grasp as he left your sight. He was searching for something.

“A talking stick?” Seokjin asked before looking around for something to pass around.

Mingyu nodded with a big smile and turned around with a big stick from somewhere in the area. People nodded and spoke agreement and you found yourself excited at the idea. Maybe you’d be able to hear some of people’s ideas with this plan.

“Could we decide on a plan to try before getting on? I can’t hear well on the platform.” You asked, focusing on the words as you spoke them.

Somehow people managed to agree on a plan without arguing, the talking stick doing wonders to help with not talking over people and helping you hear what people were saying. With Soyoung helping everyone back on the wobbly platform, people got to work once again on trying to balance it. The talking stick was still being used to help make adjustments on the platform and you found yourself relaxing some into the process. In the end, the platform was only balanced for a wobbly ten seconds but you found yourself walking off the platform with more growing affection towards Seokjin, a small ember of a crush still glowing from all that time ago.

Your nerves were hypersensitive and on fire, a familiar tiredness growing in you from all your hearing and anxiety about the zipline. Helmet and harness on, even more gear attached to you and the zipline structure, you didn’t feel like there was a way out from this now. Sure you could turn around but one look at the person you were partnered with, Seokjin, and you knew that you wouldn’t turn around. If you did, he’d have to go with someone else or not go at all and he seemed similarly nervous. Looking back down at the paper that explained this activity, you tried to reread it as best as you could with how shaky your hands were. Soyoung was helping Seokjin into the equipment and you wanted to do everything you could to not focus on the impending activity.

Too soon, he was strapped in and saying something to you (or maybe it wasn’t actually for you), but you heard nothing (please feign shock). He didn’t seem to fully notice your lack of response and he started up the activity. You quickly went through your commands as best as you could before starting to climb yourself when you saw people move into position to spot you (sure you hadn’t heard them say anything but they were clearly ready and Soyoung said nothing to counter you).

Oh how you regretted climbing up to the first platform. It was so much higher than you expected and even though you were quickly hooked into the platform itself, you felt more unstable than ever before. The sweet and stable ground was calling to you but to get to it, you either had to climb back down (no) or keep going to the second platform (another no). The person on this platform handed you another sheet and started talking ( Seokjin) through the next steps. Seokjin and you had to walk across two wires with just a thick rope attached to a third between them to help. You both needed to lean back against the rope to keep your balance.

Seokjin looked over at you again to ask something but you didn’t hear anything. You shook your head with a sigh. Seokjin’s brows furrowed and he once again made the O.K. sign with raised eyebrows. You sighed. You weren’t ok.

He signs out your name, “How can I help?” He asks.

Signs.

What?

“Sign language?” You ask, brows raising questioningly. Since When had he known sign language? He hadn’t always because otherwise he probably would’ve talked to you more in the beginning.

He nodded, “I’ve been learning. I know a little. How can I help?”

“I just… I just need to go. I am too anxious to hear though. Please sign with me.”

Seokjin nodded before laughing, a soft smile on his face, “It may be hard to do as we walk on these wires. I want two hands on the rope.”

You nodded, “We’ll just have to talk more on the next platform then.”

With a bit more talking about a plan (and Seokjin translating for you and the person on the platform), the two of you shakily stepped on your wire, both holding an end of the big rope. Somehow you both made it across with much wobbling orscreaming. You honestly didn’t remember much about it other than how wobbly your legs felt once you made it to the ground. Somehow you even made it through the zipline… There was definitely air that rushed past you but honestly after getting to the first platform, everything went fuzzy.

You do remember excitedly signing to Seokjin once you made it back to solid ground (right after you kissed the ground). Whether he understood what you said or not was a different story but you didn’t really care if he understood you then or not. In your excitement and thankfulness to be back on solid ground, you also remember hugging Seokjin tightly, swinging him around aggressively before catching yourself and apologizing.

Your excitement didn’t taper after finishing the zipline, the two of you sitting a bit away from others during lunch and talking excitedly about anything and everything. Honestly, you were just so excited to actually have someone you could talk to without struggling. It was energizing to not have to strain your body just to hear, to not worry about how you were speaking, to finally have someone at your office actually talk and understand you. Of course there were some moments; sometimes over the small lunch when Seokjin spoke or others spoke to you, but none of them compared to the private conversations the two of you shared as your coworkers chatted around you.

A semblance of sadness crawled into you when the lunch break was over and you cleaned up to start your final activity. After this activity, would you and Seokjin still be so close? Or will the company’s manufactured separation isolate you from everyone once again? You were tired of having people become flustered because you said you were deaf (and then proceeded to not know how to talk to you when paper and notes apps exist). You were tired of people walking on eggshells when you correct them that “hearing impared” isn’t a term the deaf community doesn’t like. You were tired of being relegated to a group on the outskirts of society when you, like everyone, deserved to be welcomed in society as another part of it.

Soyoung broke your sulking when she handed you a paper that explained the next part of the activity and once again, you were thankful that she’d printed out the directions because the second you started reading, the second your body processed what it was saying, you felt frozen with thoughts. Body switching with your secret admirer (which apparently just made a bunch of pairs in the group)?

Seokjin.

You’d be in Seokjin’s body.

He’d be in your’s.

*... in a non-sexual way.*

You followed Soyoung’s directions as she organized everyone in a circle on some of the tables and walked people through some sort of spell. The magic cracked in the air and for the first time, you felt uncomfortably aware that Soyoung was a magical being, that she was a witch who was now casting a spell. Magic has always been something talked about quietly for you. People occasionally talked in entitled voices as they did with drinking water and exercising about how it might help make you hear (but after so long of living this way, you don’t even remember or care about what “hearing” means). Your roommate in college knew some magic but rarely used it for anything other than to read their books faster.

It was rarely used for anything that wasn’t small and personal, or work related. Now it was so potently around you, swirling like mist on a hot cup of coffee, warming your senses and leaving you buzzing. It felt unreal (even if this was Soyoung using it for her job). You sighed into the magic and readjusted in your seat, the bench feeling more uncomfortable than before. Stress and anxiety was making you hear more things, they were making you uncomfortable in your own skin, and your mind fuzzier than before. It was an odd feeling and as it continued to grow, you wondered if this was actually you swapping bodies.

He shifted in his seat, accidentally bumping against the person next to him as he adjusted. A small “sorry” left his lips… he knew it did, but for some reason, it sounded distant, the words foregin in his mouth and almost nonexistent in his ears. If the person responded, he didn’t catch it. He felt oddly disoriented because of the magic, like some of his senses weren’t working like they should. Whereas before, the magic heightened his senses, wrapping him in a warm embrace and lifting him up, he felt like now, his body was getting used to it and it was coating him in some sort of film.

When will this body change happen?

They still had some sort of activity left to do as well.

Surely the body swap would happen soon. He wondered what it would be like to have a hearing aid in and to be deaf. How different would it be to his normal life? Would it feel as unnatural as sound-proof headphones or would it be some sort of background change that he doesn’t perceive? Seokjin had so many questions and soon he might get answers. Until then, he leaned back and tried to enjoy the seat and the growing silence.

Eventually someone tapped his shoulder and when he looked up, he was met with Soyoung. She smiled and handed him a sheet of paper like he’d seen her do for Y/n all day.

Huh.

It didn’t seem too different right now. Just a little quiet.

That was true… until Soyung started talking. Despite her being only a few meters away, she sounded so far away and distant. Occasionally when she was facing Seokjin, he could try to read her lips, but other than that, he felt lost. She was inaccessible to him.

Seokjin looked over at Y/n (well… kind of Seokjin? It was Y/n in his body), a similarly stressed look on their face.

“Can you hear?” They signed.

Seokjin shook his head.

“Read.” They pointed down to the sheet of paper that rested limply in his lap.

“Can you hear?” He asked.

They nodded, “I don’t like it.”

Seokjin wanted to laugh. Just as this was a sudden change for him, this must’ve been a very sudden change for Y/n. Were they noticing tons different right now? Or was it like Seokjin where, aside from when Soyoung started speaking, they hadn’t noticed anything?

Maybe later Seokjin would be able to ask them. For now though, he looked down at the sheet of paper and read some. While it seemed Soyoung had intended for him to stop reading after a paragraph or two, he kept reading (Seokjin was always amazing at following directions) until he read the whole sheet with information about the activity before people started getting up to walk to the actual location of the next activity. There was bird song and crunching of leaves and sticks as people walked but even if he knew where the sound was coming from, it was as if nothing was lining up. Everything was closer than he expected and nothing was in the direction he thought it was.

Y/n walked next to him, gently bumping his shoulder, “How are you fairing?”

“I am a bit overwhelmed… is this how you normally hear everything? I can’t place anything or hear much.”

They shrugged, “Yeah. It happened gradually though so it’s my norm. It’s super overwhelming to hear so much! Give me back my lack of hearing!”

Seokjin laughed, “Happily! But I think we can’t until after this activity.”

Y/n blew a raspberry at that before looking shocked once again, “That’s how a raspberry sounds?! I didn’t remember it having a sound.”

Seokjin laughed again, “Are there other things that are having sounds that you don’t remember?”

They shrugged, “I don’t know but I will tell you if I notice more!”

Commitment was the name of the final activity… as if switching bodies wasn’t enough of a commitment. Seokjin sighed as he watched other pairs try the exercise time and time again. Even though he was spotting people, he didn’t feel engaged in the activity. All of their voices blended together and unless Y/n signed for him (something they were becoming increasingly less frequent and sure of as the exercise continued) it was as if something was separating him from everyone else. The hearing aid did little to help filter the noise, simply making everything louder than it would’ve been and occasionally leading to pain when someone shouted or said something too close to him.

Finally it was their time to try the exercise and aside from the spotter commands, they were completely quiet. People were cheering and chattering but it was background noise for Seokjin as he leaned further and further into Y/n (his own face staring back at him with focus and determination as they walked). Even though he couldn’t talk with Y/n now that they were on the element, it was as if there was a mental link (pew pew) that led to them being on the same page. They’d go as far as possible before stopping. Sure they may end up facing the ground if they manage to go far, but they would manage it.

As the two kept walking further and further out, leaning more and more on each other and using more and more of their core, people started getting louder and louder. Screaming something akin to encouragement. Y/n and Seokjin were getting further along the element than anyone else. After three grueling minutes of walking out, they finally fell into their spotters, exhaustion and happiness coursing through him as he hugged Y/n and celebrated how far they got. It was odd to see his own ears grow red after the hug and he wanted to laugh at how clearly flustered Y/n became (or maybe it was only clear because Seokjin knew his body’s tells).

All tired out from the exercise, Seokjin zoned out during the debriefing and before he knew it, they were all on their way back to the main area to wrap up. Along the walk, Seokjin looked out at the world around him, wondering if what he was hearing was the same as what he heard before. Were the birds singing the same? Was the world’s song the same?

Someone tapped his shoulder.

“Do you want to hear something cool?” Y/n asked, a mischievous smile on their face.

He nodded and watched as Y/n pulled out their phone, opened their music app, and pressed play on a song. The next thing he knew, the soft sound of classical music was overpowering everything else in the woods. How?

The hearing aid.

“It uses bluetooth! Great for those boring meetings that we don’t actually need to be in.” They smiled excitedly, “I especially use it when they start listing our rankings for sales. I don’t care about that stuff in the slightest.”

Seokjin laughed and nodded, ignoring the glances from their coworkers, “I feel you. If I could, I’d so do this but I think I’d be yelled at for putting earbuds in.”

Y/n shrugged, “Deaf gains!”

He laughed and nodded. Focusing in on the music as they continued walking back to the base. Although he was so ready to be back in his body, he was enjoying this little sliver of wonder that came with Y/n’s.

You sighed, thankful to be back in your body with your normal hearing. How did hearies hear so much and still function? Sound assaulted you from every angle and all your nerves were running haywire at it. You’d barely even had time to think about all the things you could hear that you forgot had sounds like Seokjin asked you to. You felt fried and tired, yet there was something in you that still thrummed with excitement. Today was almost ending too soon and you didn’t want it to.

“Hey,” Seokjin spelled out your name, “Would you want to get some dinner? I am famished and would love to keep talking.”

You nodded quickly, surely looking like a bobble head with how vigorous you were nodding, “As long as I can turn off my hearing aid and put headphones on. I am done with hearing today.”

Seokjin laughed and nodded. After a little discussion (full of “I don’t know”s), the two of you met back up at a small local restaurant nearby that had high ratings for traditional Korean food. Conversation flowed as smoothly as a river’s water flows in the spring and you found yourself leaning into it all with wonder. It’d been so long since you’d had such a nice conversation with a hearie in person. Last time might have been when you were a TA for a sign class, and that was a long time ago. You relished in the conversation and swooned when he took the jump into going voice off, both of you writing down what you wanted on your notepad for ordering and him spelling stuff that he didn’t know the sign for.

You paid for the meal (much to Seokjin’s protest) and the two of you went out into the night, hand in hand. Meandering through the streets, you found yourself in a concrete park, a small water fountain in the middle.

“I’ve really enjoyed tonight! Thank you!” Seokjin said, once again signing out your name.

“No! Thank you! I am so glad we got to talk more. Honestly… I kind of liked you when we first started working together.”

“What changed?” He asked, shifting closer.

You shrugged, “We stopped working together as much. Didn’t help that the company started pushing the stupid competition as well.”

Seokjin nodded but before he could say something you continued.

“By the way. My sign name is Y/n.” You said, signing your sign name.

He repeated it a few times and you found your age old crush bubbling in you once again.

“Well… Y/n. Would you want to go on a date sometime next week?”

“Wow! Competitors on the job but partners outside of work? I like the sound of that!” You laughed loudly, earning a few glares from passersby.

“Is that a yes?”

You nodded, pulling him into a tight hug.

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jung-jungkooki · 1 year

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#ecelebritybillingformat #bts seokjin fluff #jongkookei.97

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euphoricfilter · 7 months

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

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☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)

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☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification

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☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

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☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex

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☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

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☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

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☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting

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☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge

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☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy

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☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming

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☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)

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☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

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☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

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☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

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☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun

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☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie

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☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!

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☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink

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jjkilll · 4 months

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JJK RECS II

thank you for all the support on my first rec!! so let me show you some more!!

white lies - @noteguk

honestly one of my fav pics on this app.

2. brother's best friend - @lavishedinjimin

oh em gee this fic is so amazing and this pairing is just too good.

3. new girl - @jjkeverlast

new girl is the best show ever so I love this fic, jk is very nick coded.

4. risqué - @mercurygguk

this fic is insane and reading it for the first time made me want to live it actually.

5. addicted - @sparklingchim

im addicted to jungkook too. (real)

6. seven days - @jvngkoos

I love this fic, its pure filth BUT I love it and it has a pt2 linked within :)

7. and my man, thank you to my man - @darklingjeon

sugar daddy jungkook always makes me weak in the knees, ive read a fic like this for jin (sugar - @wwilloww), its too cool too.

+ pt iii

#bts #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bangtan #bts army #bts ot7 #ot7 #namjoon #taehyung #hobi #jungkook #jimin #kim seokjin #yoongi

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alexlwrites · 2 months

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𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: OT7 x Plus Size! Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: "What was so outrageous about someone like you, you asked yourself and the universe. You had tried your best to compensate for any shortcomings with everything else that was expected of you: femininity, understanding, a sense of humor. Never enough, those were never even the first thing that came to mind when people thought of you.

Why bother then? If nothing you did made any difference at all, why try? If people hated your body just for existing, why not give them a reason to hate your personality as well?"

The one where seven campus princes who are used to getting everything they wanted get enchanted by your distrust and brattiness, climbing over each other to get a smile from you who could not be bothered to give them a single second of your day.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔: Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU

✿ 𝑨/𝑵: I wanna leave this here as sort of a trigger warning: this work features a plus size main character and throughout the story there will be mean comments from characters about her body and her journey dealing with said comments. A lot of it comes from my own experience as a plus size girl myself and my path to living peacefully within my body. And although this work is about Y/N's relationship with the boys, I like to think that she still would've continued to grow and blossom happily on her own. Let this be something you learn from this fic, as I say right on the first chapter: You don't have to love the way you look right away, you just can't let it stop you from doing the things you want and, in a greater scale, from being happy and treated with respect.

Thank you for reading <3

P.S: Red daisies, like many red flowers, represent love and romance. Florists often use them to communicate affection to someone who doesn’t know how beautiful they are—a.k.a. beauty unknown to the possessor.

(Fanfic masterlist)

(support me on my ko-fi)

°•. ✿ .•°

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

The pattern in your relationships - if you could call them that - was tiring, to say the least. Once, they might have been soul crushing, but time and repetition took away the novelty of your pain and now the endgame was a mild, resented disappointment.

It started with kindness and a gentle smile, mainly from your part. You treated anyone who gave you any smidgen of attention with the utmost sweetness, hoping your energy would be matched. And sometimes it was, for a while. Sometimes you got to be on the receiving end of a blinding smile or a casual touch and you allowed yourself to hope - no, pray -that that could be it. That someone, some modern day knight in shiny armor , saw through your looks and decided that you were deserving of love, despite societal norms,

But men had a way of setting you up for disappointment. A talent, truly.

You were tired, you decided that night. No, beyond that, you were exhausted, scarred, bitter, hopeless, resentful… You could keep going. You could list every bad feeling you had been carrying in your chest by alphabetical order or by how badly they hurt and honestly you just wanted it to stop.

Would you have to change everything about your body to be happy, you wondered watching the boy you had been seeing for a few weeks make fun of you in front of his circle of friends at the party you were both at. Would you never be allowed to be happy just the way you were?

Would you have to change everything about your body to be happy?

“Yeah, she’s nice” Junsuu said, winking suggestively at his giggling friends “if you know what I mean.” you felt your face heat up in humiliation at the renewed round of laughter “But we just don’t match, like, physically. You know, looks-wise.”

“Right” someone agreed way too enthusiastically, sending a spear through your heart “I really just can’t see you with someone like her.”

What was so outrageous about someone like you, you asked yourself and the universe. You had tried your best to compensate for any shortcomings with everything else that was expected of you: femininity, understanding, a sense of humor. Never enough, those were never even the first thing that came to mind when people thought of you.

Why bother then? If nothing you did made any difference at all, why try? If people hated your body just for existing, why not give them a reason to hate your personality as well?

“You’re right” you said out loud, drawing attention to yourself. Filled with hatred (for him, the world, the circumstances), your heart had no room to be mortified when all eyes turned to you “we don’t match.”

You watched as Junsuu’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting you to hear, much less reply “I am a big girl” you continued, words dripping with rage “And I know for a fact that there’s nothing big about you.”

You turned around to leave the room, cringing at the petty comeback, ignoring the murmurs and Junsuu’s panicked calls of your name. Walking fast, you fled the scene of the last heartbreak you would allow yourself to go through, deciding that a change was needed, but not the change everyone wanted from you.

Despite the rumors, you didn’t turn into a huge bitch overnight, didn’t start kicking puppies or spitting on the poor. Truly, the only thing you did was establish boundaries and reevaluate the amount of respect some people deserved, but very quickly people started seeing you as some sort of villain, especially when they realized how little you cared for how they saw you. How disrespectful of you to not allow yourself to be disrespected, right?

At first, there was still an air of uncertainty about you - years and years of non-reciprocal niceties drilled into your brain, habits hard to quit. But the more you let go of those things, these tiny acts of self-aggression disguised as pleasantries and altruism, the lighter you felt; Your days became easier to get through, existing within your body felt less and less like a punishment. You had yet to reach an Instagram-worthy level of body positivity, but you had become accustomed to body neutrality. You didn’t have to love the way you looked right away, you just couldn’t let it stop you from doing the things you wanted and, in a greater scale, from being happy and treated with respect.

And respect you started to demand and much happier you became, living in relative peace and solitude - safe by a few close friends - up until your days started being pestered by seven headaches you could not seem to shake away.

—-

Jungkook was the one that saw you first.

It was 3 weeks into the semester and he finally decided it was the perfect time to start going to classes, sitting in the back and only listening to about 25% of what was being said, mind floating towards more important subjects such as the package of ramen waiting for him at home. Only mildly interested in what the professor had to teach, he couldn’t help but to be startled when everyone started getting up from their seats to shuffle around the room. “What’s going on?” he asked the guy sitting next to him.

“Professor gave us a duo assignment.” the other man said, standing up “You're with Y/N.”

“Who?”

The guy just pointed towards you with his chin, redirecting Jungkook’s attention before leaving. You were sitting a couple rows further down, hunched over your little green IPad as you wrote something with impressive velocity. Jungkook walked over to you, already mentally going over what he would have to do to charm you into doing everything on your own “Y/N?” he called and you raised your head.

You were pretty, he noticed with satisfaction, all bright eyes and lovely features, curves everywhere he looked “Yes?”

“I’m Jungkook.” he extended his hand with a casual smirk “The professor put us together for this project.”

There had been a small, but pleasant and polite smile on your face up until he said those words, replaced by pursed lips and an arched brow. “Yes, I know. We’ve had classes together for over a year now and been partnered together before.”

Uh oh. “Right” he coughed awkwardly, fumbling under your hardened stare “so, about this project…”

“We will meet once a week,” you said, straightforward as you turned your eyes back to your sticker-filled IPad “I will go over the theme and split the work evenly, so give me your number and I can text you with what you’re supposed to do.”

“Woah, woah, asking for my number already?” he said in a flirting manner, sitting on top of your table so he could be directly in front of you.

“Would you prefer it if I emailed it to you?” you asked without looking up.

“Actually, I was thinking you could help me out a bit,” he placed his finger under your chin, raising your face towards him “you know I have soccer practice and…”

You pushed his hand away “Unless you’re playing at the World Cup, I can’t see how that would be more important than your studies, so you either do your part of the assignment or get an F in it, I don’t care. I won’t do all the work for you, Jeon. Not again.”

Again? Jungkook winced, trying to remember when you had met before. Surely he would remember getting his head bitten off by a snappy, pretty thing like you, wouldn’t he? Surely your attitude would stand out to him amongst all the sweetness and compliance he received just for existing and smiling.

“Here’s my number.” you gave him a piece of paper with your digits written in gel sparkly ink “Text me when you decide if you want to pass this class. Good day.”

You looked down again, going back to your notes, signing that the conversation was over before he even had the chance to add anything more. He jumped off the desk and stepped away, looking back to see if you were looking at him, but there wasn’t a single glance from your part.

Shit. Shit. He actually did have to pass this class, otherwise his overbearing soccer coach would kick him off the team. He stared down at your number, wondering what he would have to do to get you to cut him a little slack and forgive him for absolutely forgetting about your existence.

—

“Hey, this is Jungkook” the text from an unknown number said “looking forward to us working together. We should get dinner sometime, get to know each other better.”

You read over the text once more, willing your heart to slow down its beating. Sure, Jungkook was charming and handsome, but you had seen this dance before. He would talk his way into your good graces, making you laugh and giggle until you had a four thousand word essay done with both your names in it and your texts to him would go unanswered and unseen.

This was not your first hurtful rodeo. You put your phone away, facing down, ignoring as the poor device vibrated itself off the table with the upcoming texts.

Meanwhile, across campus, Jungkook was fuming.

“Or breakfast. We should get breakfast. I know a great place.” he tried once again, but his message was left unread. Still, he persisted.

“I have a lot of great ideas for this assignment. Don’t you want to know them?” he texted, even though he didn’t have the faintest idea on what the assignment was even about.

“You know, it’s rude to leave a guy hanging.”

“How can we do this if you won’t even text me back?”

“I thought we were in this together.”

“You know, like High School Musical.”

He kept typing out absurdity after absurdity, hoping you would dignify one with an answer. He just needed one opportunity, one opening…

His text stopped going through.

“She blocked me!” he gasped out loud.

“Who?” his roommate, Taehyung asked from where he laid on their couch, feet up on the coffee table.

“This girl in my class. We have this project together and she blocked me!”

Taehyung sent a disbelieving look his way “Were you actually planning to do the work?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Obviously not.”

His friend rolled his eyes “Obviously not. So what’s your plan here?”

Jungkook didn’t answer, too busy looking for alternative ways to contact you. After a few minutes of research, he found your Instagram. You were cute, he noticed again, scrolling through your few posts, all relatively recent. You had a very specific style, a tasteful mix or dark and edgy with splashes of pink and bows, tight corsets under leather jackets that he couldn’t help but stare appreciatively, the flattering material clinging to your waist line and pushing your breasts up, exposing the soft freckled top of cleavage to his always hungry eyes. In your pictures, your eyes shone brightly, crinkling at the sides from your ever present smile and he could not understand why you hadn’t directed one of those to him.

It was unsettling, to say the least, but he could not allow his annoyance to take over. He needed your help if he wanted to pass that class and if he had to use unconventional ways to get your attention, he would.

And so, much like a little boy pulling at a girl’s braids, he started liking and spamming the comments of every single post you had.

—

There were whispers all around you, your worst nightmare.

You were at the school library, getting work done while drinking from your fourth cup of coffee, hands shaking due to caffeine and anxiety, your ever present friends. You tried to focus on your books and carefully written notes, but every word you could barely hear and every look you felt over your shoulder seemed to dig claws into your skin. You knew what they were saying. You heard it all the way from your dorm to your classes and couldn’t seem to escape them.

“Did you see Jungkook’s comments on her pictures? What’s that about?”

“It’s not like there’s a lot to comment, is there?”

“Maybe he thought it was someone else?”

“It’s probably a prank.”

“I bet he was hacked.”

Of course, why else would someone like Jungkook - a campus prince, popular soccer player, heartthrob - show interest in you?

It hurt, but a small part of you still agreed with those mean spirited whispers. You closed your eyes, trying to even your breathing and will those thoughts away. You knew better, had learned better than to measure your value by how interested some boy was in you.

When you opened your eyes again, Jungkook was in front of you.

You barely had time to process his presence when the voices picked up volume, your skin prickling and eyes aching to remain dry.

“What’s Jungkook doing with Fat Y/N?”

That word shouldn’t be as hurtful as it was - after all, it was just an adjective, just the current state of your body that served only to carry your thinking mind, your feeling heart. But people always said it like a curse, wielding it like a sword.

You closed your eyes again and when you opened once more, Jungkook was still there. Looking furious.

“What are they saying?”

“What they always said” you shrugged, avoiding his eyes by looking down at your papers.

Jungkook didn’t move for a while, hearing people pretend to whisper around you but it was clear that the motherfuckers wanted you to hear. Was it always like this for you, he wondered, watching as you focused on whatever book you had in front of you, hunched over with tense shoulders, your face a far cry from the luminescent one he saw on your Instagram, not a hint of that smile he wanted directed at him so unreasonably.

He couldn’t just stand there and watch you struggle to keep your posture.

You felt him standing up and leaving more than you saw him. Good, you thought. He should leave, like everyone did, scared away by that one word that followed you around like a brand. He was probably embarrassed to be seen with you, you assumed bitterly, and there was no place in your life for people who didn’t want you proudly by your side…

Jungkook sat back in the chair in front of you and you couldn’t help but gape at the impressive bouquet of red daisies he extended towards you.

“Take it” he said, but you couldn’t move, could barely hear the furious voices around you over the roaring beat of your heart.

You… You had never gotten flowers.

“Take it” he repeated “I almost got run over because of this, the least you can do is accept it.”

“Jungkook” you whispered, dumbfoundedly accepting the bouquet “what’s this?”

“People keep doubting I could be interested in you” he said and there was an edge to his tone you did not expect “maybe this could help clear up some rumors.”

“This is not your battle to fight” you held the flowers close to your chest carefully, looking up at him with distrust, unable to understand his motives “I’m used to this sort of thing and I don’t care about those stupid rumors.”

You were used to it? That just made Jungkook angrier. How could you be used to that sort of treatment?

Jungkook was a lot of things - spoiled, a little lazy, sometimes a dick. But he wasn’t a bigot and he wasn’t about to stand around and let you become used to being disrespected if there was something - anything! - he could do about it “I like picking up fights”.

“Is this just pity?” you asked and he could see walls around you that stood thousands of feet tall “Is this because of that stupid assignment? Because I’m not going to do all the work just because you got me some flowers…”

He raised his hands and smiled at you “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll do my work” he said, a new goal in mind as he saw you recoil from him with eyes filled with wariness like a suspicious kitten “You said once a week, right? How’s friday for you?”

You still clung to your bouquet like a lifeline “That works, I guess.”

“Great!” he clapped loudly, standing up and catching the eye of those around him “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart” you mumbled, but he pretended not to hear as he crossed the table around to your side, quickly leaving a kiss to your heated cheek before you had the chance to react.

“Alright, sweetheart, I’ll see you around” he said, making sure everyone in the library could hear him “do me a favor and unblock me, ok?”

You flipped him off, both for stealing a kiss and that stupid nickname, but he just laughed it off.

“That’s my girl” he said and the library erupted in renewed whispers.

°•. ✿ .•°

𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝

°•. ✿ .•°

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bergandysam · 9 months

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Kim Seokjin Fic Recs

‼️18+ minors DNI, if you choose to anyways, PLEASE be careful. try to heed our warnings, we have them for a reason‼️

More Recs Here

he’s insanely good looking your honour

[not in any particular order] [if any users would like me to remove their post from this list please let me know and i will do so immediately!]

thank you daddy @ktheist 19k

sugar daddy!seokjin, WHEEWWW, small angst, hella smut tho LOLL, 9 YEAR AGE GAP!, they’re both horny fucks,

fast lane @yminie 20.6k

racer!seokjin, enemies2lovers, angst, smut !!!!!short depictions of car accidents!!!!!, jin is a PLAYA, reader really hates his guts LOLL

cherry topper @kth1 17.6k

friends2lovers, longtime pining, college!au, reader works at his family’s candy shop :)) fluff, angst, SMUT, reader is dense as hell LOLL

every year @another-army-spot 15.6k

childhood bff2L, chef!seokjin, a yearly new year’s eve party!!, hard fluff, smutty angst, they both grew up hella rich.

final sleigh @floralseokjin 23.3k

coworkers, e2l, reader very much hates seokjin LOLLL, forced proximity fanfic 🤭🤭 smut, fluff(?), angst in Y/N is petty LMAO, it’s christmas!

stuck with you @taleasnewastime 29.6k

strangers2lovers, reader is grumpy :(, they’re stuck in a city they don’t want to be in, Jin is a raining ball of sunshine, angst, smut, fluff, angst. happy ending :)

MENTIONS OF DEATH!

small tuna fish @floralseokjin 17.1k

college!au, jin is a GOOD nice guy, he’s so jinny, FLUFF x10000, smut too LOL, jin is a cutie, he’s inexperienced, there’s a charity car wash too 🤪

warm this winter @jamaisjoons 51.6k

s2l, this was so cute, jk is such a dumbass, but it’s okay seokjin is here to save the day. fluff, angst, SMUT. it just smacks u in the fuckin face.

lost and found @taleasnewastime 21.2k

s2l, seokjin owns a silly lil shop cuz he’s a silly lil guy, reader was cheated on, fluff, angst, they’re so cute. jimin is there too! oneshot.

you guys don’t understand how fucking much i love this story. i’ve re-read it more times than i can count. i think about this Jin once a week

made up love song @floralseokjin series

dilf!seokjin, teacher!reader, arin is saur cute, angsty :(, but fluffy!!! n very smutty, lots of fluff with arin, seokjins ex >:(

turn back time @raplinesmoon 13.3k

seokjin accidentally fast forwards time, smut, angsty fluff, reader is a doctor, JIN POPS A SEMI 💀💀💀💀

sit. stay. @daechwitatamic 14k

dog owners!!!, they live in the same building, jin just wants to help MC, miscommunication :(, fluff, angst, smut, more fluff. literally. cuz dogs. i love this jinnie sooo much

the ikea test @yoon-bug 9.1k

they’re dating, hoseok was right 💀, reader gets upset with seokjin, jin saves the day!!, and then screws the HELL out of MC, so.. smut, fluff too :)

last november @kithtaehyung 24.7k 😭😭

god. exes2l, angst and um oh more angst, smut, all ends well, they’re on a holiday trip with tha gang.

ryen NEVER misses. masterpiece after masterpiece.

the platonic collection @joheunsaram mini series

FWB2L, MC is kinda… she’s kinda dense LOL, seokjin is a cutie, smut, fluff

off limits @floralseokjin series

brothers best friend!seokjin, they’re hiding :(, FWB2L, angst angst angst, yoongi gets puNCHED, smut, readers brother is overprotective, lil fluff

don’t go baking my heart @candlewaxandp0lar0ids 14.7k

i don’t think u understand i love this seokjin. JK is a cutie, S2L, jinnie owns a bakery and is the master of puns, kinda angsty, fluff, they’re also IDIOTS. lil smut

cupids on holiday @persphonesorchid 17k

cupid!seokjin, fluff, angst :(, smut, E2L?? ily jin. but i HATE U. but ily.

all i don’t want for christmas is you @minisugakoobies 23.7k

coworkers AU!, E2L, crack, fluff, smut, jin has a big… ego.. y’all. Y/N pisses me the hell off, but they’re SO CUTE 😭

glazed and dazed @floralseokjin 30.3k

um. PORNSTAR SEOKJIN. thank you that’s all, jk, seokjin ☹️, obviously smut, but they’re fluffy n cute i promise.

the devil wears armani @floralseokjin 65k series

WHEW this one is a doozy, devil!jin, jimin is there too, very much smut smut smut, angsty, fluffy, seokjin has a soft spot.

like i said at the end of my last fic rec post, if any of you have recommendations for me, please send them through!! my inbox is OPEN and i am always looking for more things to read!!! 🫶🫶

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tryingtoremembermyname · 8 months

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min yoongi the man that you are

i think neutral pretty is my favourite… what about you guys??

(i know chaotic hot is an edit but he just looked too hot for me not to add it)

other members :

hoseok

jungkook

taehyung

namjoon

seokjin

jimin

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7ndipity · 6 months

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Partner Privileges

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: What kind of partners privileges they would give their s/o

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Jin: Sharing his food with you. Whenever y’all go out to dinner, he always makes sure to give you a bite of his dish. If he sees you so much as glance at whatever he’s eating, he’s immediately offering you some. He loves seeing you happy and eating well.

Yoongi: Honestly, he’s so soft for you, you could probably get away with anything, nothing’s off the table. You know how Jk used to say ‘Yoongi never scolds me’? That's you now. I think his main thing tho would be cuddles/skinship, he doesn’t mind you being close.

Hobi: Sharing his clothes with you. Hobi takes his fashion so seriously, so the fact he trusts you, and even encourages you, to wear his clothes is a big deal, tbh. He also likes that it kinda signifies to everyone else that you’re his.

Namjoon: Petnames. He was always fine with stuff like baby or honey, but he thought that the more cutesy/random names were soo cringy, until one day you were playing around and called him ‘Joonie-Boonie’ and he just kinda😳. Just don't tell anyone.

Jimin: Similar to Yoongi, I think when he’s in a relationship, he’ll give you anything, but one of his main things is gifts. Jk said before that Jimin treats him the most to food and such, and the same applies to you. Could be lunch, could be a whole vacation, if it makes you happy, he’s buying it.

Taehyung: Letting you have the aux cable, lol. He can be kinda finicky about music sometimes, having very specific playlists for different vibes, but you're one of the few people he’s okay with letting have free reign over music for road trips or whatever.

Jungkook: Babying him. He’s had to kinda fight over the years to get people to view him as more than the baby of the group, and he prefers to view himself as your protector, but he can’t help but cave when you coddle and coo over him. He doesn’t mind being your baby.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

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justimajin · 9 months

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The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 5

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ (3.9k), Office AU (lowkey E2L vibes)

GIF credit.

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, August 15 (series masterpost here)

You narrow your eyes at the instant ramen.

The first and last time you attempted cooking the simple packaged noodles, you had accidentally added in oil instead of water and the entire pot erupted into flames, resulting in the bulk of the noodles to come out fried to a crisp instead of boiled.

What could go wrong a second time?

As you stand there in the aisle contemplating the life and death situation, a cart hits you.

You spin around, the young man profusely apologizing.

“Don’t worry about it.” You say with a smile, and he meekly pushes the cart across from yours, attempting to quickly bypass you in the lane.

You drop the packet of noodles into your cart and push it forward with a sigh. You had come home during the night only to discover that your fridge was nearly empty and as a result, you had ended up busing to the grocery store with Yuna in an attempt to salvage some food.

However, your current circumstance only has you wincing at products the further you dive deeper into the store.

“Y/N!”

Yuna rushes down the lane, pausing at your cart with a collection of snacks in her hands.

“Can we get these?”

“Let’s see…” You dart your eyes, grimacing at not only the abundance in his grasp, but the inflated price each one has.

Your vision shifts, noticing a pile of chips on sale. “Why don’t we get those ones?”

Yuna scrunches her nose, “But they taste horrible.”

“They’re on sale.” You offer with a soft smile, pushing your cart closer to them. However, Yuna’s expression doesn’t change.

You sigh, reaching out for one of her snacks, “Alright, how about we just get one of these?”

She beams, “Okay!”

You smile, but then Yuna realizes what’s in your cart.

“You’re going to buy ramen…?”

“Yeah, it’s cheap and I’ll try to make it again.” You suggest.

“Oh, okay….” Yuna says, “That sounds nice…”

You shake your head from her horrible attempt to be optimistic, “Don’t worry, that’s why I’m buying some snacks just in case.”

She laughs at that and you resume roaming around the store for the next hour. You don’t end up buying much, a particular impending notice tending to manifest in your brain every five minutes and the words ‘why is everything here so expensive?’ leaving you more than once.

It’s not long before you’re checking out at the cashier and Yuna helps you carry the groceries out the store. But that’s when her head reels around.

“Can we go there?”

“Hm?” You turn around and notice the posh restaurant on the other side of the street.

A grimace runs through you, “Maybe next time.” You promise right away and it’s hard to ignore the flash of disappointment that crosses Yuna.

As the bus moves through the various stops, the pending notice blocks your thoughts again. You assumed that grabbing extra shifts from your restaurant would be hard enough, but you wonder how it’ll pale in comparison to the mammoth task you’ve taken on.

Taehyung deeply sighs.

It’s not difficult, nor is it excruciating, but he’s starting to realize both yours and Yoongi’s distress.

There really is only one way to describe it:

Kim Seokjin and the workplace do not mix well.

“Mr. Soon-To-Be CEO, that is not the way we do that.” He cautiously states. He’s lost track of how many times he’s said that phrase or alterations of it to the intern.

“But this is so boring.” Seokjin scoffs, spinning around in his rolling chair. Taehyung can understand that it’s hard to properly grasp onto Marketing concepts and that the latter doesn’t have much experience with it, but he hasn’t managed to get anywhere as a result.

Seokjin suddenly stops, a bright twinkle residing within his irises, “Hey, hey, want to hear a joke?”

Taehyung inwardly groans.

“Not reall–“

“You know how you were telling me about how small businesses can take up loans but big corporations don’t need to?”

He furrows his brows. That was something he told Seokjin in a casual conversation, and he actually remembered it.

Before he can answer, the Soon-To-Be CEO is already laughing.

“Is it because they’ve lost interest?”

Immediately the man is doubled over and wheezing with squeaky laughs. Taehyung stands frozen before him like a statue, his confusion morphing into a deadpan expression.

It nearly mimics the one Yoongi usually has, but the lack of reaction is something the man before him isn’t keen on.

Seokjin stops laughing, crossing his arms with a pout, “Laugh.”

It almost sounds like a command and to rebuttal, Taehyung lets out the most hysterical and jovious laugh of his entire life. It lasts for a single minute before it is completely gone, similar to a switch being turned off.

Seokjin frowns at the reaction.

“Geez, Tae.” A new voice beckons him from the door, “You could have at least tried to properly laugh.”

Taehyung whirls around, a bright smile stretching across his features.

“Y/N?”

You return his smile and enter the room, “How’s the shadowing been going?”

Taehyung’s smile drops, and he lets out a deep exhale.

You chuckle, “Sounds about right.”

Seokjin frowns, “What are you doing here?”

“Good question.” You muse, “I’m here to help Taehyung and to oversee your training from now on.”

Seokjin’s eyes widen at that. You reminisce that even though this process is just an uphill battle for a promotion and you weren’t able to secure a Managerial position, your role is somewhat similar to what you were aiming towards.

You take the chair next to Taehyung, “What were you teaching Seokjin before I got here?”

“Pretty much the basics.” Taehyung begins, “I was trying to explain the different types of media we use in the company for Marketing and how we work with other departments to ensure the right type of advertising.”

“So you haven’t even progressed to the hand’s on components yet…” You murmur underneath your breath, turning to Seokjin.

“And how much of that did you grasp?”

He squints, “Probably like…. 2%.”

You frown, placing a finger against your chin. If there was anything you knew about Seokjin, it was that the office was brand new for him, and there was no point getting extensive with his training if he wasn’t able to keep up.

Which means you really need to go back to the basics.

“Alright then,” You turn to Taehyung, “Do you mind if he works with me for some time? You can resume training him afterwards.”

Taehyung glances at you in puzzlement, not quite understanding what was churning in your mind. But he solemnly nods, deciding to go with your judgement.

***

The moment you leave the room, there’s no stone left unturned.

“You still don’t understand how to do basic computations, right?”

Seokjin turns at the sound of your voice, previously occupied with simply following behind you and peering around the place.

“Nope.”

“And you’re still confused around how things work here on a day-to-day basis?”

“Well, yeah.” He plainly states. Turning his attention over to you, he peers over your shoulder.

He raises an eyebrow at the notepad in your hand. “Wait – are you writing all of that down?”

“Yep.” You say, focused on writing the last point. You unclick your pen and drop it into your pocket. “It’s like I said before, I’m overseeing your training now.”

Seokjin follows you to your cubicle, absentmindedly staring around.

You gesture to your desk for him to take a seat. He compiles and a giant stack of papers lands right in front of him.

He furrow his brows, “What’s all this?”

You gesture to them, “These are some of the training manuals we give to newer employees. It’s usually complemented by a training program, but since you’re an intern already, this will have to do.”

You slip out some papers from the bottom of the stack. “Since you mentioned having problems about making computations, you’re going to need to understand them first.” You slide the paper closer to him, “That means going through past company trends.”

The paper is then added to the pile, “Additionally, it’s better for you to get more hands-on experience. That’s the best way to learn and many employees only tend to understand after they get the experience. And that’s why‒”

You point over to the empty cubicle next to you, opposite to the side Yoongi works at, “That’s going to be yours.”

You pause, focusing on him now, “Make sense?”

He slowly nods, lips pursed and a crease forming between his brows. You take it as an answer and hope that the change of routine would be helpful somehow, but when you move to head over to Hoseok’s office for any more training manuals he has to spare, you don’t notice the speck of fear that’s entered his eyes.

Rising onto your feet, you swerve, and he’s left alone.

As he stares at all the papers and tasks before him, he can’t help but think there’s something completely different about you from the start of his training. Before you were merely annoyed with his antics and would take any opportunity to quip back something at him.

But now, now it’s like you’ve taken charge of everything and there’s no place he can run.

Raising your hand, a knock resonates against the door.

It comes swinging open in second, a tired yet still cheerful Hoseok emerging out.

At the sight of you, he warmly smiles, “Oh, hi Y/N. Did you need something?”

“Some training manuals.” You reminisce, “I managed to only grab a couple from HR this morning but I wanted to ask if there’s anymore I could just borrow for the time being.”

“Of course.”

Hoseok widens the door to his office and you slip in, watching him look around the room and pull out some drawers. It takes him a couple of minutes before he can locate them, and he hands them over with a smile.

“I’m assuming these are for Seokjin?”

“Yeah…” You sigh, “I’m sure Taehyung’s already told you the news.”

He frowns, recalling seeing the man working at his cubicle alone, “You mean the good news for him?”

You chuckle at that, “It is what it is. I’m just here hoping I can do a good enough job with this role.”

You wonder if the tension if evident on your feature, because Hoseok replies with‒

“Hey, don’t stress out too much about it.” He says, the corner of his mouth tugging, “I mean, you were right in the way. Even if Seokjin’s supposed to become the new CEO, he’s just another employee like the rest of us.”

You hum, “Besides, if there’s anyone I can see doing his training, it’s you. You should have seen the state Taehyung was in after a day.”

A chuckle escapes you from that, and Hoseok warmly smiles.

Retrieving the manuals, you exit his office and head back to your cubicle.

The first thing that catches your eyes is the way Seokjin is slumped against his desk, his head turned down and brows furrowed as he stares at the stack of papers before him.

“Any luck?”

His eyes snap up in an instant, “Oh, uh, yeah….” An angelic smile forecasts over him, “It’s starting to make more sense now.”

You smile with a knowing look, “You know, you have to work on it seriously.”

His face pales, but you simply gesture towards the paperwork before turning to your monitor.

At being caught, Seokjin lets out a deep sigh.

It’s difficult for him to explain. Even though he thankfully isn’t expected to do the same volume of work as before and the work you’ve given him isn’t necessarily the hardest (actually, it looks a lot simpler than before), his focus is fleeting and drifting elsewhere.

He highly doubts he’s even at the standard compared to all the people in the cubicles surrounding him.

Lifting his head, he peers up in your direction.

You were in the middle of a conversation with Yoongi now, saying something about statistics that he truthfully can’t understand. Yoongi hums, listening attentively to your words.

He narrows his eyes.

The change in you was something he wasn’t expecting either. He wasn’t worried at first, but you seem to be as strict as some of the Managers here and might possibly get even more so as time passes.

And the more confined he is, the more it makes him want to get out.

“Is the forecast okay?” You’re leaning against his cubicle, eyes running through the report Yoongi had given you.

He hums, “The totals make sense and your report has the same inputs as mine.”

A lengthy sigh leaves you, “Good to know I managed to get some work done right.”

“The report is good, Y/N.” Yoongi chides and you faintly smile at him.

“Y/N.”

The commanding voice snaps you out of your thoughts, Soyou standing before you with an intent look in her eyes. “Do you have a moment?”

“Yes, of course.” You quickly state, following her into her office. Glancing warily back, Yoongi sends you a thumbs up and you hold in your breath.

You know why Soyou wants to speak with you, and you’ll have to give it your all to impress her.

She gestures for you to sit down, crossing her legs as she sits across from you.

Soyou cuts to the chase, “How has it been going with Mr. Kim?”

“He’s been picking up on his training,” You explain, willing your shaky voice, “I’ve assessed that he needs to adapt to the workplace, as well as familiarize himself according to the departments.”

Soyou hums and you continue, “I believe it would be best for him to understand the company’s inner workings first and foremost, such as getting information from the training manuals first before applying them.”

“I’ve also ensured that he works alongside me so that I can assist him in any way I can.”

“What is your opinion on his working capabilities?” She lifts a pen, tapping it against her notebook.

“There’s potential for his future employment.” You truthfully state, “However, I can observe he will need more time than what is mandated for an intern.”

“I see…” She leans forward, clasping her hands together, “Can I trust you to complete his entire training, Y/N?”

“Of course.” You confidently say, “I will see to it that he is integrated into the workplace.”

“Good.” Soyou stands up, as do you, “There’s a meeting happening in the conference room soon.”

You nod, understanding she needed to promptly leave.

Heading back to your cubicle, you notice Hoseok leaning against Yoongi’s cubicle.

“Everything go smoothly?” Hoseok wonders, and even Yoongi turns away from his monitor, watching your reaction.

You nod, “It would seem so, she was checking in on Seokjin’s training and by the looks of it, seems happy with what I’m doing.”

“That sounds good.” You hum at Hoseok’s comment, ready to resume back to your work.

Unfortunately, your mindset is cut short.

“Hey….” A deep frown mars your features, the uncertainty drawing Yoongi and Hoseok’s attention, “Has anyone seen Seokjin?”

“What do you mean?” Hoseok asks, “I thought he was taking a break.”

“He was just getting started.” You respond, glancing around to see if you could possibly spot the man anywhere.

It’s when you’re beginning to debate asking the front desk about his whereabouts that Yoongi places a hand against your shoulder.

“He was wearing a gray suit with a black tie, right?”

Eyes widening, you nod right away.

“Uh, Y/N–” Hoseok’s peering out the window, squinting his eyes. “I think I’ve got some pretty bad news.”

Before you have a chance to ask, he looks away from the window and then at you.

“I think Seokjin ran away.”

You appear flabbergasted, tone pitching higher. “What do you mean he ‘ran away’?”

He gestures to the glass, “Take a look for yourself.”

You swiftly walk over, peering through the transparent material. You notice a handful of individuals outside of the building, but your eyes narrow in on how Seokjin is one of them, doing occasional and nervous-filled double takes as he waits for the light across the street to turn red.

You’re at a loss for words.

“Am I…” Your confusion morphs into horror, “Am I supposed to go after him?”

“That’s Seokjin, alright,” Yoongi mutters from behind you. “And I guess so.”

Your eyes flicker between Yoongi and Hoseok, who seems to be both suspended in shock and disbelief as you.

Taking one quick glance at the promised work you were hoping to complete, you let out a long sigh and rush to grab your coat.

This definitely wasn’t part of your job description.

***

Deep breaths escape your form.

It wasn’t too long ago that Hoseok and Yoongi had graciously discovered that your intern had run off the one moment you weren’t watching over him and it’s led you on a wild goose hunt just to locate him.

You’ve looked everywhere. Across the street from where you last saw him. Near the building you were and even accompanying shops you suspected he might have slipped into.

Which was perhaps the worst part of it all. Not only can you not comprehend why Seokjin would simply just run off like that, you have no clue where he could have tried to escape to.

Not until you land on a particular café.

Your eyes widen.

Seokjin sits in one of the booths, engaged in conversation with one of the waiters.

You don’t take a second longer to enter, pushing against the door that jingles on your arrival. Seokjin turns around at the sound with a smile, but the colour completely drains from his features.

He lets out a blood-curdling scream.

To be fair, you’ve been running around a lot and it’s caused your appearance to be just a bit disheveled.

Aka you’re hunched over and wheezing, hair falling down like you’ve just walked out of some horror movie.

“Who are you?!” He asks in defense.

“Can you stop yelling for a minute?” You look up annoyed, brushing your hair away.

Seokjin calms down immediately, sheepishly laughing.

“Oh, hi Y/N….”

“Hi.” You answer back sarcastically, walking towards him, “You know, I have nothing against physical activity, but no one ever told me that I’d have to hunt down the CEO’s son.”

He immediately rises from his seat, but you raise your hand in an attempt to stop him.

“Don’t.”

He knows, he knows you’re here to haul him back into that boring office, chide him for running away in the place and potentially, even tell one of higher ups of the situation he’s caused. However, all thoughts go completely out the window when you choose to sit opposite from him in the booth instead.

You ask him a question that has his eyes rounding.

“What did you order?”

It’s almost like he’s lost the will to speak in the moment until reality finally snaps him back in. “Uh, just their famous latte….”

You nod, gesturing the waitress over and requesting for another latte. Settling into your seat, you take your coat off and peer around the café.

At your silence, Seokjin curiously pipes up.

“So I’m taking that I can stay…?”

You cross your arms, “We’ll leave after the drinks get here.”

“But it’s really nice here.” He persuades, “And besides, when do you get the chance to be at such a nice café with such a dashing young ma–“

You're glaring at him and he quickly clears his throat, “I mean, technically, this is a break…”

You scoff, “Are you really trying to justify running away?”

“Yes.” He answers right away.

You’re extremely reluctant at the moment. You’ve had to run around for a while and search for him like your life depended on it, oddly wondering why on earth you went from being promoted from a part-time mentor to a full-time one.

But it’s clear to you that Seokjin truly dislikes being in the office, so you’re wondering if maybe being outside from it might be useful.

“Five minutes.”

“What?”

“You get five minutes.” You state, “Then we have to go back.”

He sighs in relief and finally relaxes. It’s not long before your drinks arrive and you take the steaming mug right away.

“I’m curious.” You say after a moment of silence, sipping down on your cup.

He glances up intrigued, “Do you have a business degree?”

The cup in his hand nearly falls.

He loudly scoffs, as if offended, “Of course I have a business degree!”

“Hm. Impressive.”

For some reason, he finds that the sarcastic tone you use means quite the opposite.

“Seriously, what kind of opinion do you have of me?”

“Well, you did make quite the impression when I met you at the office.” You point out. "And you just ran away from the office too." You want to mentally add, but hold back in case he tries again.

Seokjin leans back, “That wasn’t even the first time you met me.”

“The first time I met you, you were a completely different person.”

“What do you mean?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, you seemed a lot shyer back then.” Your head shakes, “Definitely the complete opposite of now–“

“I think the words you’re looking for are irresistibly confident.”

“ –almost like the person I met in the past was like a twin or something–“

“Unfortunately, the world’s been blessed with only one of me.”

You pause, a deadpan expression crossing you as you move on, “Anyways, I would have never guessed you were the CEO’s son.”

You’re prepared for Seokjin to rebuttal with a lengthy exposition of some proud characteristic of his in response, but the conversation dips into an abrupt silence.

You frown and though he smiles, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Well, you’re not the first person to say that.”

For a moment, the silence takes over and you’re almost tempted to change the topic or bring light to something else, but then he continues.

“And you’re right, by the way. I’ve changed a lot.” There’s a giant mischievous grin on his features, “Improved on my already amazing qualities, if I do may say.”

You have the urge to eye roll at that, “But being the CEO’s son...that’s something I never got a choice in.”

You stare at him wide-eyed.

“I see….”

His voice increases in volume, “Besides, even if I wasn’t the CEO’s son, I still think you would be pretty lucky to be here sitting across from me.”

You don’t even hesitate to let the sarcasm leak in with a smile, “Sure…”

A loud alarm blares through the air and Seokjin jolts back from the sound. You take out your phone and swipe at the screen, instantly rising onto your feet.

“Alright, break time’s over.” You clap your hands, “Back to work.”

His jaw drops, “You set a timer?!”

“I said ten minutes, right?” You grin, “Now come on, I’m not in the mood to chase you down a second time.”

Seokjin playfully rolls his eyes, but nonetheless follows after you.

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byuljoonie · 5 months

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Give me possessive koo smut 😇

pairing: dom!jk x fem!reader

genre: smut, drabble, request, unedited

word count: 2k

warnings: smut, drinking, lots of swearing, oral 4f, overstimulation, mocking, couch sëx, rough missionary, unsafe sëx, degradation, biting, slapping, squirting, bruising, hair pulling, dom!jk, sub!reader, a little toxicity, idk Sunday fun day ig

note: hope it’s to your liking♡ -dubu

“Unlock your phone.” Jungkook’s eyes pour into yours as he waits for your compliance.

“What?” you question, aggravated by his unnecessary interest in your coworkers.

“Open it, Y/N.” he insists, leaning back onto the sofa cushion, pressing the cold rectangle into your palm.

“Babe, seriously?” you whine, searching his eyes for a hint of playfulness, finding nothing but an ocean of severity.

You were having a conversation about work, letting your boyfriend know of your upcoming schedule and activities. You accidentally let the name of your project partner slip through your wine-coated lips.

Jungkook’s ears perked up at the ring of a masculine sounding name. You stare at him in defeat, taking the phone from his hand with a pitiful sigh.

“I haven’t even texted him yet, for Christ sakes Jungkook!” you say exasperated.

“Yet.” he replied matter-of-factually.

“It’s not like I chose to work with him, Koo.” you exclaimed dramatically, unlocking your phone and going to his saved contact.

You felt this antagonizing creature clawing at your tender insides for momentary satisfaction. Why did you let the wine talk before your instincts? Jungkook isn’t exactly the kindest when it comes to other men around you.

He wasn’t controlling, but his possessiveness was like an amplified speaker to anyone who even thought of sparing you a second glance.

You hated to admit it, but it was hot. The veins on his tattoo covered arms bulged with a vengeance. Each intricate pattern defining his Herculean figure.

The white T-shirt not leaving much to the imagination, your eyes lingered on his pierced lips as you passed the phone over. Earning a hum of approval from him, he tapped away on your phone.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You already follow him on Instagram?” he rhetorically asked, a mound of annoyance behind his darkening pupils.

“I follow all of my coworkers, Kookie.” you complained hesitantly, downing the rest of the red liquid that swirled in your large Burgundy glass.

“Listen, I don’t want you working with him. Simple.” he admitted, pressing the unfollow button on Hoseok’s profile.

You were beyond infuriated, you snatched your phone back pressing the follow button in an instant. Not thinking about the consequences that follow your instinctual actions. Jungkook chuckled at your sudden burst of anger.

“Have you lost your fucking mind, Y/N?” he grabbed the phone from your hand, tossing it to the plush rug, letting it slide beneath your glass coffee table.

The wine made you drunk with rage, the other part of you craving a deeper need from your hellish boyfriend. Jungkook rose from his spot on the sofa, grabbing your neck and pinning you below him. He enjoyed the feeling of your palpitating heartbeat on his fingertips.

“Baby—“ you struggled to speak, legs clasping around his knee that rest atop your unclothed hips. Bad day to only wear his shirt, you thought to yourself.

“Shut up.” he glared down at you, putting pressure between your legs.

“Since you want to act like a pathetic slut —“ he pressed his knee down harder, rubbing your clothed pussy agonizingly slow.

“I’ll treat you accordingly.” he let your neck go finally, being met with a few strained coughs from you. You had no time to react, his shirt was being pulled from your body. Your head swimming with anticipation and thoughts of Jungkook’s defilement.

You felt dizzy and exposed to the harsh temperatures of your once comfortable living room. Jungkook watched you writhing under him, a predatory smile lingering on his soft face.

“You think it’s okay to let him spend time alone with you?” he grabbed your face, pinching your cheeks between his large hand.

“Looking at you, speaking to you, touching you.” he peered over your naked body once more, eyes lingering on your bare chest, his free hand stopping above your panty line.

“All this —“ he began lustfully, “ is mine.”

He ripped your panties from your lower half, causing you to scream in frustration, fighting against his muscular arm. He let your face go, delivering 3 small slaps to your cheek. Putting you in check before he had to let whatever caged animalistic intentions loose.

“I’ve had enough of your resistance, Princess.” he whispered hotly in your ear, biting your earlobe before moving to the next ear.

“I can smell how wet you are from here, Y/N.” he bit down again, sending you into a frenzy of pathetic whimpers.

“Your cunt is crying for my attention, but you want to play with some loser?” he questioned cockily, rubbing his bare palm over your soaking pussy.

You moaned his name in retaliation, hips rutting upwards against his calloused hand. He laughed at your feeble attempts at gaining friction, pulling his hand away.

“I’m going to ruin you right here, baby.” A smirk tugged at his lips, he leaned back on the couch. Grabbing his glass from the table and downing what once was at half full capacity.

He sucked in a small breath, biting his bottom lip before turning back to you. Pulling his shirt over his head and revealing everything your eyes have been waiting for.

“I want to leave a trace of me on every inch of your body.” He stood up from his seated position, stalking over you like this was his last chance to consume you.

He yanked your ankles towards him, turning your body to face him like you were praying beneath him. Your legs hung carelessly over the edge of the couch, too dizzy to hold them up for your waiting beast. He smiled down at you in admiration, loving how ruined you already looked beneath him. Pussy leaking onto the sofa cushion, legs sprawled open for him.

“Look at you — so fucking gorgeous” he gleamed, kneeling in front of your body. He ran a hand over your stomach, letting his inquisitive fingers explore your skin.

“Fucking love your tits, Princess.” he leaned down beginning his assault on your chest, licking and sucking at your nipple like a love drunken mad man.

“More — please Kookie,” you begged, arms resting on his back, nails scratching in intricate motions. He hummed against your nipple, tongue circling the bud feverishly.

He pulled away with a lewd pop, spit dribbling down his chin. “No one’s mouth will ever feel as good as mine.”

He started kissing down the center of your chest, occasionally leaving love marks on your memorized sensitive spots. He stopped just above your panty line, loving the way your breath hitched in your throat.

He went in with a wink, tongue lapping at your exposed sensitive skin. His tongue searched your core for unanswered questions, gripping at your hips with every moan you released. He slurped against your clit letting lewd noises drown out the sound of the crackling fireplace. He released one of your hips, bringing his hand down to open your lips. Exposing your clit to the invading muscle, he latched his lips around the bundle of nerves. You screamed in pleasure clasping your shaking legs around his head.

He removed his lips from your pussy, mouth shining with your essence. He worked two fingers over your clit, sliding them down until they hovered over your entrance. He grinned down at you before he inserted them, fingering you fiercely.

“Aww, who makes you feel this good? Hmm Y/N?” He cooed happily, “Who’s pussy is this?” He mewled, setting his fingers into a come hither motion.

“Y-yours—“ you cried out desperately, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.

He used his free hand to slap your clit repeatedly, sending you into a crying mess. Your legs closed around his arm, body writhing against his unmoving fingers. He pulled you closer and closer to your orgasm, biting his lip in concentration, relishing in the sounds you were making for him.

“Cum, baby. I want to feel you cum on my fingers before I fuck the soul out of you.” he confessed sweetly, sickeningly sweet. You groaned at his words, letting the knot in your stomach burst. You felt stars cloud your vision as his fingers continued their actions.

He used his free hand to slap your pussy again, smiling at the way you cried out for him to stop. He kept going, moaning at your cunt clenching repeatedly around his fingers.

“Koo, please” you implored weakly, hiccuping along with a string of moans.

“Please what? Stop?” he questioned teasingly, “No.”

You felt another knot forming in your lower stomach, his fingers edging you closer to a stronger orgasm. Your stomach felt funny, it felt different, like a new sensation of pleasure was pushing through.

His urged you to cum, his fingers hitting your g-spot with ease. With a few last pumps, you felt yourself release on his fingers, screaming his name in shock. You stomach twitched continuously, opening your eyes to see the aftermath of what just happened.

You opened your eyes to see Jungkook’s lower face glistening with your mess, his pupils dilated and hungry for more. You felt your cheeks grow warm, not knowing what to say next, you’ve never done that before.

“Naughty girl, why’ve you never squirted like that before? Guess I should do better, huh?” He rose from his position on the floor, giving you a second to catch your breath while he removed his shorts.

His cock sprung free from its restraints, mushroom head aggressively leaking with pre-cum. “I want you to take this dick like the slut that you are,” he pumped his hand around his length, moaning at the way you lasciviously looked at him.

He lowered himself down until he was level with your center, rubbing the tip against your sticky folds. You granted him a pitiful whine, biting the corner of your swollen lip as you watched him rub against you.

“Use your words, Y/N. I won’t hold back unless you say it,” he probed, restraining himself from slamming his hips forward. You lay quietly looking him in his eyes, daring him to take you.

“Fuck —“ he pushed into you gradually, “squeeze my dick just like that,” he groans fingers pressing heavily into your hips.

“So big, just want you,” you moaned at him, pussy clenching around his cock again. He pulled away slowly, ramming back into your hips with brute force. His balls lewdly slapping against your skin as he fucked you into the sofa. He picked up his pace, rhythmically filling the room with grunts. He reached forward taking a hold of your hair and yanked your head back, biting your exposed neck. A light sheen a sweat coated your hot skin, beads of sweat running down your cheeks as he fucked you. The living room rang with filthy words of mocking betrayal and faux empathy for your overstimulated figure.

He pressed a hand down on your lower stomach, eyes nearly bulging from his head at the feeling of his cock invading your insides. His actions made your breathing increase, hiccuping over his name. His face contorting in immense pleasure as he demanded you repeat after him.

“Say it. Tell me you love me while you take this dick, Y/N.” you felt your hips aching, knowing marks already began forming on your body.

“I love you Jungkook—“ you cried out obediently, pussy convulsing around his stilled cock. Your orgasms rushing through your bodies. You shivered at the empty feeling you felt when he removed himself. He leaned down pressing a kiss on your neck, wiping some of the sweat from your foreheads.

“I love you too.” he smiled boyishly, breathing heavy and warm on your neck. “I’m taking you to work all next week, babe.”

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