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bbyquokka · 1 year

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oh god

pairing: kim seungmin x gender-neutral reader

genre: fluff (if you squint a lil), smut – MDNI

synopsis: you're seungmin's first

warnings: smut, established relationship, virgin seungmin, oral (m rec), protected sex, pet names, some nipple play

words: 2.8k ~ (2,899)

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he wants to wait, wait for the right person and for when the time is right. everyone around him, his friends, mutuals, acquaintances, everyone he knew was out doing it and to him, he didn't see the point.

the point being, why give away something that's precious to a complete stranger. someone you don't plan on having a future with. nowadays, sex is seen as a competition instead of something that's valuable.

men cheer on their mates when they learn each others body counts, calling their dicks big and praising them whilst comparing and contrasting their past sexual partners, telling each other every explicate detail down to the T.

seungmin just isnt like that. the amount of times he has heard about another woman's breasts and nipples is beyond him. it puts him off sex even more.

he didn't really care about sex because he has seen and heard about it so many times that's he's become desensitized to it, but he is human after all. he has needs and sometimes, a lonely night with nothing but lube, his hand and a cheesy over the top porn video isn't cutting it for him any more.

then you came along. he didn't think it was possible to get an erection just from looking at someone but as soon as he saw your beauty, his cock twitched in an instant.

it started of slow. seungmin wanted and needed that emotional connection with you first before going any further with you. you spoke on the regular, facetime, text messages, sending each other silly memes and videos, the usual's one would say.

it wasn't until seungmin caught himself blushing and giggling at a simple text of “hi! i miss you, min! hope you're ok. 🥺🖤” did he realise that maybe, he liked you a lot more than he thought.

his heart thumped against his chest every time you touched him or looked at him. your beautiful smile and sweet voice causing his mind to go all mushy. if that wasn't enough of a sigh that he was falling for you, he would go home and masturbate for hours on end with you on the mind, your voice ringing in his ears, your face popping up in his mind. body doing all sorts of positions and poses–its almost like you're there.

he'd curse himself for being a virgin. he wanted a bit more experience in that department. scared that you would judge him for being inexperienced, he kept it a secret even after you both got together.

it didn't take long for you to notice that seungmin was hiding something from you. every time you tried to initiate something in the bedroom, he would make up an excuse, brush you off with a lie so you confronted him about it.

filled with so much guilt for making you doubt and question yourself as well as the relationship, did he blurt out:

“i'm a virgin!”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“yn” seungmin stutters as you kiss his neck. “w-wait.” you pull away from him, eyebrows furrowed together.

“everything ok, minnie?” seungmin's chest rising up and down at an uneven pace. his penis already hard just from a few neck kisses and making out with one another. he's sensitive to everything. his skin burning from the areas you have kisses and sucked. every time you drag your fingertips down his skin, it leaves behind a trail of fire.

“y-yeah. it's just, i'm just–” seungmin stutters, cheeks as red as a rose. you smile warmly at him, cupping and stroking his cheeks gently.

“hey, are you nervous?” your voice is sweet and soft. seungmin swallows thickly, nodding slowly. he's so sick with nerves, his body shaking due to the scary amount of pleasure and emotions he is feeling.

you notice his shaky hands as he reaches up to place his hand on top of yours. you remove your hand, holding it instead and stroking the back with the pad of your thumb.

“it's ok to be nervous, minnie.”

“is it though?”

“absolutely! it's new and scary. you're most likely feeling very overwhelmed with pleasure, nerves and anxiety but we take it slow, m'kay? we go at your pace.”

“does it not bother you? that i'm inexperienced.” he mumbles. you let out a soft chuckle, kissing his cheek gently.

“no, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. something like this is precious, it's precious to you so i respect that.”

“but what if i do something you don't like or–or i say something or–” he rambles. you lean in and peck his lips gently to calm him down of his nervous ramblings.

“we communicate. we're a unit, you and i. communication is the most important thing in a relationship, regardless of what type it is. if i do something to you or say something that makes you think, oh. i don't like this, it feels weird, then tell me.”

“but what if i hurt your feelings..” his voice is nothing but a whisper as he bites his bottom lip.

“my darling. you could never hurt my feelings. i won't know unless you tell me. i'd be more upset not knowing i was doing something to you that you disliked than you being straight and honest with me.”

“ok..” seungmin chews his lips nervously, his hands still trembling against your skin.

“hey.” you softly say, leaning in so your lips brush against his softly. he whimpers, closing his eyes slowly. “you'll be ok, i promise you.”

you kiss him softly being slow at first. you allow seungmin to slowly melt into the kiss, his lips moulding with yours and finding that perfect tempo. wanting to take the initiative and feeling a little more confident, he gently bites your bottom lip as a silent request for permission to open; to which you oblige.

parting your lips slowly, seungmin slowly slides his tongue past your lips. he whimpers a little at the feel of your tongues meeting in the middle, colliding and tangling together. saliva and breathy pants mix together.

with shaky hands, seungmin cautiously touches your exposed chest. he gingerly plays with your nipples, flicking and tugging on them gently before rolling them between his fingers. you let out a soft groan, pleasure tingling down to your fingertips and toes.

“fuck baby. keep doing that.” you whisper.

“you like that?”

“yes. it feels good.” you groan as you slide your hand down seungmin's exposed chest and torso to cup his erection through the material of his black boxer shorts. he involuntarily bucks his hips in your hand which causes him to flush pink.

you kiss his cheek, trailing your lips along his jawline to his ear. you lick and suck on his lobe as you palm his erection, rubbing and squeezing his length.

seungmin lets out shaky breathes, his body trembling as pleasure courses through his veins. he feels so good, he's on the verge of tears and all you're doing is palming him. he has yet to feel you. with every minute that passes by, his brain slowly turns to mush. sweat accumulates on his forehead and chest, his toes curling as his hands are now stationary against your chest.

“can i give you oral?” you ask, biting your lip gently. seungmin swallows, the question ringing in his ears and making him feel dizzy.

oh fuck. oh no. god oh god! can you? the person he loves, adores and cherishes the most. the person whom he finds so unbelievably attractive, give him oral?!

he mind and body screaming at him. he wants to yell “fuck yeah!” at you but instead, he whimpers and gives a small and shy nod.

you beam at him as you shuffle between his parted legs. he holds his breath as he watches you, watches his many fantasies and dreams come true right before his very eyes.

grabbing the waist band of his boxers shorts, you slowly pull them down his legs and discard them on the floor by the bed. a sudden wave of embarrassment and shyness washes over seungmin, shackling him to the mattress.

he instinctively covers his private area with his hands, his cheeks and tips of his ears red. you place your hands on top of his gently, removing them slowly as you make eye contact with seungmin. nothing but fear clouds over his pupils as he chews his bottom lip raw.

“hey, it's ok darling. it's just me.” your voice is so soft, so soothing to him that all the fear and nervousness washes away in an instant. he lets you remove his hands, showing you all he has to offer.

“that's my boy.” you coo as you kiss his hands. he lets them flop to the side as your eyes flicker down to his penis.

what he lacks in girth, he makes up for in size. his tip red, veins protruding along the sides and traveling to his tip. pre-cum beading and coating his skin making it glisten in the dim light with the occasionally twitch. you also notice how neatly trimmed his pubic area is.

“you have such a pretty cock, min.” you coo, watching seungmin stutter and become flustered. he never thought of his cock (or any cock for that matter) being pretty, he just thought of it as average. but hearing those words come from your mouth makes him so dizzy with lust and heat.

your hand wraps around his base. seungmin watches you with beady eyes, his chest heaving up and down in time with his laboured breaths. he bundles up the sheets in the palm of his hands as he watches you slowly stroke him.

it's slow and languid, something that normally wouldn't get seungmin off. however, it's you. it's your hand around his cock. it's your face that's so dangerously close to it. he makes a mental note of how small you look around him, his brain malfunctioning and failing to do the basic human things.

“fuck..” he mumbles as you slowly pick up the speed. you rotate your wrists at the tip, using your thumb to slowly rub it and smear the pre-cum. seungmin clenches his jaw, his body tingling and vibrating from excitement and pleasure.

and then it happens. your lips wrapping around his tip. the warmth from your mouth paired with the wetness makes seungmin lose the ability to speak. instead, he whimpers, reaching down and tangling his fingers in your hair as he watches his cock disappearing slowly in your mouth.

you hum around him, closing your eyes as you suck. you swirl your tongue around his tip, making sure your jaw is slack to get more of him. what you fail to reach, you compensate for by stroking him in time with your sucks.

“shit shit shit. fuck–ah!” seungmin pants, tugging and gripping your hair. his head falls to the side, his bangs falling over his half lidded eyes. sweat soaks his body as pleasure and lust swamp him. he wants to cum, he most definitely could cum at any minute but he doesn't want to.

he wants to hold because he wants so much more of you. he wants to feel you, hear you and taste you. he's hungry for you, despite the fact he didn't know it could be possible.

the more time he spends inside your mouth, the more he slowly loses it. his mind is nothing but mush. his body shaking due to the high level of lust and desire. he watches you suck his cock so perfectly. he wants to praise you, to tell you how good you're doing but he can't because if he dares opens his mouth once, he's scared of the sound that'll come out.

and then you swallow. a new, alien feeling shoots up his spine. the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. the tightness of your throat around his cock automatically causing him to let out a long and throaty groan.

you pull away with a smirk, licking your lips as you look at your fucked out lover.

“i see you found your voice.” you giggle.

“good..” seungmin mumbles. you laugh softly, shifting and straddling his lap. he looks up at you through his half lidded eyes. you push back his bangs, watching them automatically part and show more of his sweat coated forehead.

his pupils blown out with lust, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. his lips parted and dry. he's a beautiful sight to see, a sight you want to see over and over again.

“shall we?” you ask. seungmin nods his head fast, making himself dizzy. you smile warmly at him before grabbing a condom and rolling it on his length.

“are you sure?”

“yes”

“a hundred percent?”

“a million trillion percent. i want this, i'm ready.” you nod, giving the tip of his nose a gentle peck.

you hover over his cock, reaching behind and holding it at the base. seungmin holds your waist as he watches you lower yourself down on his condom clasped penis.

you groan softly, head kicking back as you feel yourself stretching out. seungmin grips your hips tightly. he thought the warmth from your mouth was good but this warmth is a feeling he cannot describe. it's so alien yet so so good to him, for him.

the warmth paired with the tightness is too much for his body to bare. he's melting into the mattress, his body uncomfortable hot and sweaty but comfortable high with lust, adrenaline and hormones.

“oh, god..” he says through gritted teeth as he watches you lower yourself down on him. you shakily pant, planting your hands firmly on his stomach to steady yourself.

“how do you feel?”

“strange. weird. but so fucking good. it's so amazing. i'm so.. it's so–” he digs his nails into your skin as you slowly bounce on him.

“feels good.” you moan. seungmin can't speak, only nod his head as he leans in. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your back firmly as you bounce on him at a steady pace.

he doesn't know what to do nor does he know what he is doing. his body is on autopilot, doing what he thinks and feels is best. his teeth sinking into the skin of your neck, lips trailing to your shoulder blade where he bites.

a string of moans and fucks leave his lips unwillingly. his voice increasing and decreasing. sometimes he is loud, moaning and groaning and not caring about the neighbours. other times, he is soft and whimpering, whispering your name over and over again.

he doesn't know what he is doing, that part is true. he doesn't recognise himself, the pleasure taking over his mind and body to the point where it feels like it isn't him anymore.

“god yn. so good, you feel so good. oh fuck me, please.” he begs. you hold onto his shoulders to steady yourself as you use your thighs to bounce faster. you kick your head back to expose your neck as you moan his name, seungmin taking full advantage of your exposed neck to kiss, lick and suck the skin.

moans and groans combined into one. seungmin's body shaking as the pit of his stomach burns. it's tight, his balls hurt and his cock twitches inside you.

“yn–”

“m-mhm?” you look at him, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes glossy. he's close to tears as he whimpers.

“hurts. close. fuck.”

“it's–it's ok. listen to your body baby.”

“what about you?”

“don't worry about me. it's all about you tonight baby.”

sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade, you give one finally bounce and seungmin is a sobbing, whimpering mess. he holds you close to his sweaty body, the heat from you both making you feel lightheaded. his muscles spasm as he empties into the condom, nothing but soft whispers of your name ringing over and over again in your ears.

once calm, you lift yourself up and off seungmin. he takes the condom off, tying it and discarding it in the trash before pinning you down on the mattress by surprise. your eyes widen before you swallow thickly.

something about him has changed, like a switch has been flipped suddenly. his eyes hold nothing but pure hunger for you, his cock failed to calm down. his body is buzzing and mind mushy. he's not thinking straight anymore, his actions being driven by the pure hunger he is feeling.

“s-seungmin?” you stutter. he licks his lips as he grabs another condom, rolling it on his length before teasing your entrance with his tip by rubbing it. you whimper as you watch him.

“more. i need more of you.” you both groan in unison, your body arching up off the bed as he slowly pushes his length inside. he wastes no time in thrusting. his cock stroking and caressing your insides. you grip onto the sheets, watching seungmin lose control of himself.

“sorry. i'm so sorry. i can't stop. so hungry. more, i need so much more. please yn, please give it to me.”

you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down to you. he pants heavily against your lips as you smirk and wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close.

“then don't stop. we have all night, so feel free to indulge.”

note: inspiration for this mess 😃 so uh, yeah. idk what else to say because my brain is mush rn. oh! i have also been working on a lil something so keep your eyes peeled for that! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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suemaelee · 4 months

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-Personal trainer-

♧A quick smutt♧

"Okay, a little more," he says.

It's your first time having a personal trainer. Since your new job pays so well, you decided to book an expensive personal trainer.

Kim Namjoon, oh he's so handsome, you think to yourself.

He has you lying down. On top of you, he has one of your legs lifted up to his shoulder. Pushing his weight down on you.

"Good job...that feels good, right?"

"Yes" you respond.

He's staring deep in to your eyes when you notice a smirk on his face.

"I feel like you're liking this more than you should," he says.

You were flustered amd dinst know what to say.

"Wel..uh..I mean, yeah."

He starts to rub your thigh up and down and pushes himself towards your area.

"Do you...wanna, take this further?" He asks.

You think for a bit before answering. "I do"

He smiles and continues. He pulls back of you and puts your legs back down. He then begins to take off his shirt and once he's done, lies back on top of you.

"Kiss me," he demands. And so you did. Your lips moving with each other's rhythms makes you feel like you're floating. He pulls away for a second just to continue again while taking off your leggings. It's a bit of a struggle, but now you're both in less clothing (including shoes).

He moves down from your lips to your chin and then your neck. He pulls up your top to kiss and message your breasts. You let out soft moans and run your fingers through his hair. He moves lower to your stomach and then your hips.

He then pulls your legs back up to your stomach and start to lick and suck on your clit. Making you moan out his name. His tongue is soft and warm.

He starts to flick his tongue faster and harder, making you unable to stop yourself from grinding yourself into his face. Which only makes you wanna cum faster. He flicks harder, and you grind faster. The tension builds up, and you feel yourself cumming all over his face.

"Ah fuck Namjoon" you yell out.

"Fuck, you're so wet" he says. U already came, but he can't stop licking.

"Ahhh stop, oh my god" you say, pulling his head up.

His lips are moist, and he giggles out. "sorryyy, you taste too good"

He comes back up to your face, and you guys begin to make out. You grab on to his hard back with one hand and rech down to his dick. You start to stroke him.

"Mmh, your hands feel so good." He bites his lips, pulls himself up, and takes his dick out. He grabs your hand and places it on his dick. Making you stroke it back and forth. He kept biting his lips and moaning out. "Oh fuck baby.." over and over again.

"Ah, I can't wait anymore, I need you." He places your thighs right on top of his. Missionary position.

He positions his cock right at your entrens and start to push himself in.

"Oh fuck, yes" You moan out.

He pushes himself into you and starts to go in and out. Until he's pounding you on the floor. You both become moaning messes. Sweating and panting.

"You feel amazing" He moans out.

"Please fuck me" you moan out.

He ges faster and harder. He's so much bigger than you. Making you feel vulnerable underneath him. He continues to pound you harder and faster by the pound. The sound of both your skins smacking against each other echo's trhiugh the gym room.

"Baby I'm gonna cum" he says.

"Me too"

You can feel yourself climaxing onto his dick. Your muscles contracting onto his. It feels so good you could scream. He bucks his hips for a couple more seconds before cumming. He pulls out and you can feel his hot sperm land on your stomach.

He continues to jerk off his dick releasing the last couple drops on you.

You both catch your breath before he says, "That was amazing"

"It really was." You kiss him.

"Come to dinner with me?" He asks.

"Of course," you respond.

You both get in the shower and yk.

After, you both go home, just to meet each other that night again at a very fancy restaurant.

♡The rest is history♡

[Hello Armyyy, this is a smutt of a different member, I usually make Jungkook smutt bit wanted to see how people respond to different memebrs. Though, this one was a bit rushed so it might not be as good as "New Years Fuck" or "Before you go" still I appreciate anyone who supports me. Lots of love!♡]

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #kim namjoon #namjoon smut #rm #bts #bts rm fanfic #bts rm #rm smut #bts army

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buddiebeginz · 19 days

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I have so many thoughts swimming around my head after that ep not sure I'll make much sense but here goes.

My feeling about Eddie cheating is that even if it might not seem like it on the surface it is very much connected to his sexuality (and eventual coming out). It’s also a big warning sign that he’s not in a good place mentally.

Eddie has always tried to do the right thing. He tried to do what Shannon wanted. What his parents wanted. To do right by Chris. He’s been in these very strict positions of the military and firefighter most of his life. Never taking much time to examine who he is and what he really wants. Just doing what he thinks he has to do and should do.

Looking back on how this season has been playing out I’ve noticed that we’ve been slowly watching Eddie let go of all these rules he has for himself. Just look at how he was at the bachelor party. I don’t know if he’s ever really allowed himself to be so uninhibited liked that before. He just let loose and was enjoying being with Buck and at no point was Marisol brought up at all. There was also a lot of queer subtext in those scenes drag queens, Eddie in pink, Eddie as Crockett, Eddie’s shirt getting ripped off by men (including Buck), Buck and Eddie sitting pressed up together.

Before that Eddie was spending a considerable amount of time with T*mmy to the point that he kept ditching Chris to run off and leave his girlfriend to be his babysitter.

Then there was moving Marisol in and back out again while Chris wasn’t even there and without telling him. When the show has made it a point to always show how much Eddie takes Chris’ feelings into consideration especially with his relationships. But that’s the thing Eddie’s mindset this season has become do first think later and damn the consequences.

Now we have Eddie using this woman Kim he just met as a Shannon replacement but more so as a distraction from his girlfriend and just reality in general. Which this whole situation involves Eddie lying and sneaking around and a disregard for everyone’s feelings involved including Buck’s.

I know some might say how out of character this all feels for Eddie but that’s the point he’s changing and this is how it’s manifesting at the moment. Going back to Eddie’s sexuality I feel like before we can get to a place where Eddie can admit he has feelings for Buck (or any guy for that matter) we’re gonna see him spiral a bit to deny it even to himself. To reach for what feels the most safe instead and that’s his relationship with Shannon.

I think Eddie loved Shannon and will always have love for her but they got married more out of Eddie feeling obligated than anything else. Eddie also hides behind his feelings for Shannon. She’s come to be like this security blanket for him which is understandable in a way given how much history they share. She’s connected to his youth and she’s Chris’ mom, there is so much familiarity there but those memories are also keeping him stuck and unable to move forward.

At the end of season 6 Buck almost dies and I think that is really when Eddie started thinking about Shannon again. I also think Buck almost dying made Eddie realize (on some level) how important Buck is to him and that terrified him because he can’t handle losing Buck the way he lost Shannon. There’s also the Chris of it all which was further highlighted in 7x01 when Chris talked about how everyone leaves like his mom did. Some part of Eddie still wants to give Chris this perfect idylic family he thinks he needs when no one will ever replace Shannon and Chris already has two parental figures.

I know we’ve been mostly focused on Buck and his coming out story this season (and rightfully so) but I also think we moved on too quick from how much time Eddie was spending with T*mmy, how they said Eddie and T*mmy were originally going to be paired together, and Eddie’s reaction when Buck came out to him. How he was shocked that Tommy was gay and also seemed to be holding back some feelings. Eddie also immediately went home and told Marisol to move out after that convo.

Now we have Eddie dating Kim (I assume), in a relationship with Marisol, and lying to his best friend and son. Which btw if Eddie and Buck are just friends why does he need to lie to him at all? Is it maybe because Eddie knows that Buck gets him better than anyone and would not hesitate to call him out if he knew what he was doing?

I just think a lot of how Eddie is acting right now is wrapped up in so many feelings he hasn’t dealt with yet. I know from personal experience the more you try and avoid dealing with things the worse it’s gonna get. Eddie also has a lot of past traumas and pains. From his childhood, the army, from his relationship with Shannon and how she died, from guilt over not being there for Chris, from things he’s seen on the job, almost losing Buck, his repressed sexuality. You can’t keep all that bottled forever sooner or later you’ll snap.

Maybe that comes out in the form of trashing the hell out of your room maybe in cheating with your dead wife’s double. Either way Eddie is careening towards having to fully deal with himself and all the things he’s compartmentalized for so long. He’s put himself in a situation which guarantees he can’t run away this time. Because I do think it’s all going to blow up spectacularly in his face. He’s going to have to deal with why he’s still clinging to Shannon. Why he didn’t want to really invest in a relationship with Marisol. Why he can’t commit to all these women yet he’s been committed in one way shape or form to Buck for years now.

Hoping I made some kind of sense here. If you read all of this thanks. ❤️

#911 spoilers #buddie #911 buddie #eddie diaz #long post #911!

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ardentlydekka · 10 months

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just met: suga x f reader

dating app / suga goes down on reader / hints of teasing and edging / short n sweet!

“Kim Taehyung, 27. Nickname: V. Loves to—“

Yeah, no. Too intimidating, and the weird nickname throws you off, though he is insanely handsome. Swipe.

“Jeon Jungkook, 25, likes to get new piercings and tattoos. Big fan of the gym.”

Your eyes trail slowly over the photos he’s posted on his profile. He’s standing in front of a mirror with a black tank top, flexing. His arms are very defined, covered in various tattoos. And the lip piercing—that’s hot. You’re almost tempted to call it a day and make a match, but the next profile down catches your attention.

“Min Yoongi,” you whisper to yourself. Thirty.

His profile is short and concise, listing basic information like where he lives and what he’s looking for in a relationship. He only has a singular photo uploaded.

He’s laying on the grass, legs casually strewn out wide. One hand rests on the ground, while the other is threaded through his bleached hair. He’s wearing a leather jacket with ripped jeans, and you spot a couple of rings on his left hand.

The position and outfit enough to make your legs buckle. But what makes you swipe right is his expression: he’s smirking crookedly, eyes sharp, like he knows he’s hot as hell and is proud of it. It comes off as cocky and self-assured, and unconsciously, you shift your weight, pressing your thighs closer together.

You shoot him a quick message saying hi. Crossing your fingers, you wait for his response.

sugahigh: hello

sugahigh: how r u today?

you: im doing good! wbu

sugahigh: having a pretty crappy day tbh

sugahigh: but somehow you’ve already made it better

sugahigh: sorry, did i scare you off? i promise i don’t bite

you: i mean i’d be totally okay if you did bite

sugahigh: ha

sugahigh: i’d be a vampire for u

You and Suga continue to talk after that. You learn a lot about him—that he likes to sing and rap, that he owns his own music studio, that one day he hopes to make it into the big leagues and go on a world tour. He is devastatingly charming in all of his wit and easy flirtation, and soon enough, he gives you the address to his apartment.

You call a cab and drive to his place, making your way into the main complex. Taking the elevator up to the third floor, you find room 308, apprehension creeping slowly up your spine.

Yoongi—or Suga, as his friends apparently like to call him—is definitely into you, as are you with him. But it’s not everyday you meet someone from a dating app for the first time, and you can’t escape the fear that Suga will turn out to be completely different than what he was like online.

Inhaling, you raise your hand to knock on the door, but before you can, it opens, and a head pops out.

“Hey,” Yoongi says with a bright smile. “It’s nice to see you in person.” Running a hand through his hair, you notice it’s a little damp, clinging to his forehead.

“Definitely,” you agree. Yoongi opens up the door further, and you step forward into his room.

“I’m a huge snacker,” Yoongi explains as you peer over the kitchen counter to the rows of chips and chocolate bars. “Want one?”

“Sure.” Yoongi props himself up and snags something in the very back of the pile.

“My favorite chocolate,” he tells you cheerily. “It’s dark chocolate with almonds in it.”

You peel off the wrapper and take a bite, savoring the sweet, slightly bitter tang of the chocolate.

“S’good,” you mumble. He smiles and leads you to the couch.

“So!” He scratches the back of his neck. “To be honest, I didn’t really plan out what we were goin’ to do today.”

His gaze flickers to yours, eyebrow quirked—a silent question.

Even though you’ve only just met in person, the relaxed manner in which Yoongi presents himself sets you at ease. Shuffling closer, you smile.

“I’m okay with pretty much anything today,” you say. “But I don’t want this to be just another hook-up. I want—I feel like I’m looking for something serious.”

The corners of Yoongi’s lips slowly curve upwards.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page, then.” He leans forward and gently rests a hand on your thigh, drawing slow circles with his fingers.

Swallowing hard, you meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, pupils big.

“Can I?”

You dip your head in assent, and then he’s kissing you,

Yoongi’s hands settle themselves around your waist, pulling you closer. He tastes faintly like vanilla. Licking into your mouth, you groan when he tugs a little on your hair—not hard, but enough to send tingles scattering across your body.

“Did I ever tell you,” he begins when you break apart, voice low and scratchy, “how hot you are?” His hands slide down your hips, making you shiver in anticipation.

You lift your hips when he hooks his fingers in your pants, and he pulls them down. The cool air against your skin gives you goosebumps.

Ordinarily, you’re usually a little self-conscious, but around Yoongi, your bareness doesn’t make you uncomfortable. In fact, he’s staring at you with such adoration evident in his eyes that your heart soars.

Yoongi shrugs off his shirt in one swift motion, and you try not stare at his body. A light line of freckles dots his rib cage, and there’s a hint of muscle around his stomach.

“It’s only fair if we’re both half-naked,” he explains to you with a tiny smirk. Sliding off the couch and planting his elbows into the plush fabric, he cocks his head to the side.

“I want to make you feel good,” Yoongi murmurs heavily, licking his lips.

You blink, not quite understanding, until the realization comes to you.

“Oh,” you breathe.

“Would you be okay with it?” Yoongi prompts gently. “I, uh—I know a lot of guys are selfish when it comes to stuff like this, but I care about you having a good time as much as me.”

“Yeah…Yeah, I’d be totally fine with it,” you say genuinely, because although you’ve never experienced something like this before, you’re curious as to what it feels like.

(Plus, the visual of Yoongi on his knees in front of you, hair the perfect mix of tousled and combed, eyes focused on you and you only, is enough to make you go insane.)

Your panties come down.

Yoongi starts small. His fingers run up and down your legs, and he licks, feather-soft, at your inner thighs. He bites a couple of times, making you groan.

“Yoongi,” you whine.

“I like to take my time,” Yoongi says. “It’s no fun otherwise.”

He moves upwards, tracing your outer folds with his tongue. It doesn’t offer you any real stimulation (just makes you desperate for more, really), but just the warm, wet feeling of him against you is addicting.

He moves ever-so-slightly closer to your clit before he flattens his tongue and licks across it. Your hips buck, pleasure surging across your body.

Yoongi settles into a rhythm, switching from teasing to giving you what you want. It’s infuriating, but Yoongi always knows just how much to give to you to keep you hooked.

Then Yoongi’s tongue dips into your core, and you lose complete control.

You roll your hips against his face, moaning.

“Yoongi,” you gasp, “oh my God—Yoongi, I—“

“Shh,” Yoongi cuts you off, slightly teasing. He pulls back. “As much as I love those pretty noises of yours, the neighbors might hear us.”

“I’m—I want you to hurry up.”

“Hmm.” Yoongi considers that for a moment. “What’s the magic word?”

“Yoongi,” you hiss.

“Starts with a p,” he prompts.

You close your eyes. God, the effect he has on you is driving you crazy.

“Please, Yoongi,” you beg, “I’m so close.”

Your hand comes up to your mouth to stifle your moans as Yoongi repeats his earlier actions with gusto. He’s so, so good—makes you feel so good—and soon enough, the pleasure that’s been building up on your core this whole time builds to its peak and comes crashing over you all at once.

“God,” you breathe after you phase back into the real world, chest heaving.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, baby,” Yoongi drawls, smiling lazily. “Now…” his eyes shift down to his pants, where there’s an obvious tent in between his legs. “What do you say you help me out, yeah?”

#bts #bts fic #fanfic #fanfiction #bts smut #bts suga #min yoongi #bts x reader #bts suga x reader #bts yoongi #bts spicy

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 17 - Body Worship

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Mentions of insecurity!

CW: Mentions of insecurity, praise, oral (F receiving).

Word Count: 1533

Summary: Insecurity has taken over your life the past few days, it was all getting too much and Hongjoong noticed. He needed you to get back to your normal happy self, leave all those insecurities behind, but words weren’t enough he had to show you in the best way he could think of how perfect you are.

Prompt List MasterList Kintktober 2022 Buy me a Coffee

“So pretty.” Hongjoong coos against your lips, his hands running their way under the baggy hoodie you had draped over you. “Everything about you is so beautiful, every inch.” The more his hands travelled up your torso the further your hoodie went with them which started to stir up the insecurity that had been eating away at your for days now. You lightly held his hands in place not wanting to become more exposed than what you already were. “Baby, please, let me worship you, all of you.” You can’t help but sigh seeing the pleading look in his eyes as you let go of his hands reluctantly. He gives you a small smile as a thank you and proceeds to lift the hoodie over your head, completely exposing your torso to him. You know you shouldn’t feel embarrassed by it, it was nothing he hadn’t seen before but with the insecurities eating away at you, you could help but feel like a potato laying under him.

The warmth in his eyes helped the embarrassment to ease off but not completely. “Why are you hiding from me baby?” Hongjoong asks softly, watching the way your face held slight discomfort. “I feel like a potato, nothing sit right on me, that cute top you like, I hate it now it makes me look...”

“Beautiful.” Hongjoong cuts you off, you can’t help but giggle lightly at his attempts to make you feel better. “That’s what you are baby, you’re beautiful no matter what you wear, every curve, every scar, every blemish, everything about you is perfect.” He punctuates his sentence with a small kiss moving his way from your lips to your neck all the way down to your stomach where he starts peppering kisses all over, not leaving an inch untouched. “You shouldn’t talk down about yourself baby.” Hongjoong whispers looking up to you between kisses maintaining sincere eye contact. You wanted to defend your point and why you felt the way you did but you knew it was no use, you knew he wouldn’t listen and it’s not that he was being mean or rude it was purely because he didn’t believe a word of it, every flaw you pointed out, everything you said you hated about yourself he couldn’t see and would never understand why you felt so shitty about yourself.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” Your heart fluttered at his words, you’d never heard him be so serious. As he continued to trail kisses down your stomach his hands kept themselves busy, squeezing your waist, hips, ass and thighs the further he went down, smiling with each squeeze, he loved the way your plush, warm skin felt in his hands, so soft he never wanted to take his hands off you.

Stopping at the waist band of your pyjama bottoms he looked up at you once again with pleading eyes. “Can I baby? Will you let me make you feel better?” A light shiver ran down your spine when your eyes met his, you could see the love for you spilling from them and the desperation he held to do all he could to make you feel even a tiny bit better. You nod your head at him watching a small but grateful smile appear on his face. “Thank you baby.” His movements were slow as he removed your clothing, he wanted to take it slow just in case you changed your mind, you were already a little fragile so the last thing he wanted to do was push you.

Your bottoms carefully discarded onto the floor he takes a moment to admire you, laying in front of him in just your underwear. The sight wasn’t new to him but every time it happened he couldn’t help but admire just how beautiful you look, he could see all of you, cherish all of you, worship all of you. “So, so pretty, my pretty girl.” He whispers against your skin, kissing up your legs and along your inner thigh. The closer he got to your core the heavier your breathing became. His kisses stopped at your clothed core, lips ghosting over the thin fabric as his gaze meets yours again, asking for permission which you grant without hesitation. Hongjoong places a light kiss to your core, almost like a promise he’ll be back, before he slowly removes your underwear.

He waisted no time, diving straight in to give you the pleasure you deserved. Kissing along your slit until reaching your clit, peppering small kisses before giving it little kitten licks. Your hips had a mind of their own, lightly rocking into him, chasing the friction you craved, needing him to apply more pressure to your small bundle of nerves. Your small whines encouraged him, the louder your sounds got the the more pressure he applied, the faster his tongue moved. “H...Hongjoong.” You cried out, bliss washing over you with every stroke of his tongue. “My perfect girl, so beautiful, so good for me, perfect in every way.” The compliments went straight to your core and right now, as much as you loved the compliments, the absence of his mouth on your core made you whine even more.

With a small smirk on his face he didn’t keep you waiting for too long, licking a long stripe all along your slit, lapping up your arousal before wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking lightly as your whines turned to moans. Your hands found their way to his hair, wrapping strands of his hair around your fingers as they buried themselves deeper into his hair only to grip it from the scalp. Your moans were music to his ears and in a way filled him with joy, he knows how bad your insecurities can get and knowing you trusted him enough to do this made his heart swell, he needed you to feel better but no words in any language would ever be enough to describe his love for you, but then again, he always thought actions spoke louder than words.

You lightly tugged at his strands in a weak attempt to pull him closer. The faint pain from your pull made him moan against you, sending vibrations through your core heightening your pleasure even more. Your high was starting to build from the way Hongjoong switched between light sucks to your clit to kitten licks and back again, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue from time to time just to spice it up a little bit more, keep you on your toes.

The way your hips were unconsciously moving against his tongue and how his name fell from your lips in quiet gasps that got interrupted by moans, he could tell you were getting close. Hongjoong upped the intensity of his actions, kneading the skin of your thighs as he went trying to keep you in place enough for him to continue. Any other day he’d hold your hips down with his hands, pushing as firmly as he needed to in order to keep you from moving, but today he let you move as much as you wanted, knowing the more you couldn’t keep still the better he was doing, the more pleasure you were feeling. Small squeaks were leaving you as you weakly rutted against his tongue, your high teetering on the edge ready to hit you any second, you just needed that extra push.

“H...Hongjoong...Please.” You cry out to him. With a final suck to your clit, a lot harsher than what he had been before, your orgasm was washing over you in white hot bliss. Air pulled from your lungs, you couldn’t even let out a whimper, your mouth hung agape in a silent moan as Hongjoong helped you ride out your high, lapping up your juices making sure not to waste a single drop. When your legs started to tremble he pulled away, not wanting to overstimulate you.

He took a moment to look at you, a thin layer of sweat coating your forehead, your chest rising and falling heavily as you try to catch your breath, the sight alone took his own breath away, he’ll never grow tired of seeing you like this. As you came back down from your high Hongjoong flopped himself down next to you and pulled you in close to his chest. You furrow your brows in confusion, usually when this happens it leads to sex, but here he was fully clothed holding you close to him running his fingers through your hair. “What about you?” You ask looking up at him full of wonder as to why he stopped. “Hmm?”

“You helped me out so what about you?” You repeated the question only to be met with a soft smile from him as he cupped your face in his hands. “I don’t need anything, tonight was all about you, all about making you feel good, both physically and in yourself, I just hope I helped.” You try your hardest to not let a tear escape, the happiness and love you were feeling was overwhelming, he always knew what to say and do to make you feel better.

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heartz4wonnie · 1 year

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under the stars.

jake x reader

authors note- i love jake sm ARHGSJK?!$

genre- fluff, jake and y/n are roommates, f2l

if someone were to ask you for the definition of the word “friendship” you would confidently answer with “friendship is what jake and i have” because it’s true. jake has been by your side for everything and vise versa. the two of you have done nothing but support each other through thick and thin, and now, both students in university, sharing an apartment, your bond only grew stronger by the minute. except if the word “friendship” also includes longing glances, lingering touches, and subtle flirting, that would also be an accurate depiction.

the both of you wrapped up for the night a few hours ago. jake took on the usual roll of cooking for the both of you, while you set the table and washed the dishes afterwards. the two of you spent an hour watching a random show that was airing on tv, and parted ways into your separate rooms with a softly whispered “goodnight!”

you were already in bed, tucked away reading a book in hopes your eyes would get heavy and you would eventually drift off into sleep. it was definitely taking a lot longer than you intended. looking over at your clock you were shocked to see it was already 2 in the morning. closing your book and setting it aside you begin to pull your blanket further up, scooting your body further into your bed until you heard two slight knocks on your door. “jake? come in”

the door opens slightly to reveal jake standing in his ‘too big’ black hoodie and a head of fluffy, messy hair. he was a sight for sore eyes and you thanked all the gods that the room was dim because if the lights were on, you were sure jake would spot your blushed cheeks. “i assumed you were up, i’m sorry if i woke you.”

you shook your head. “no you’re all good jake what’s up?” he steps into your room and leans his back on your desk. “i get it if you aren’t down but i could seriously use a drive right now. we could get in the car, and you could bring your blanket, and it’ll only be for a little while.” his eyes were pleading as he waited expectantly for your answer.

you chuckled and threw off your blanket “i’m down. couldn’t sleep?” jake shook his head as he grabbed a hoodie from off your floor, pulling it over your head. “nope. believe me i tried. my mind keeps wandering off to that pile of work mr. kim assigned and i…” jake pauses and fakes a shiver making you laugh. “no i totally get it” you say leaving your room, with jake following close behind you, grabbing the keys as your reach the door.

“i’m so sick of him. all of this work is just piling up and i just can’t keep up with it.” you roll your eyes. jake opens the door allowing you to step out first, then closing it behind him. “we’ll get through it together y/n. just like we always do.”

you feel your heart swell at his words and you smile up at him, feeling so grateful for his existence. “let’s go.”

the drive was peaceful. with the windows rolled down, the two of you circled around town before jake decides, “you know what. i know a place.”you looked over at him confused but decided not to question him.

after parking the car, jake leaves the drivers seat and heads to the back opening up the trunk. “jake? what are you doing?” jake says nothing and just heads to your side of the car, opening the door, holding out his hand. you take it and let him lead you to the back of the car, gasping when you see what he prepared.

the trunk was decorated with all kinds of comfy pillows and blankets, string lights lining the sides illuminating the area with just enough light. it was like a scene from a movie. “jake..what is this?” he climbs into the trunk and sits patting the space next to him. you climb in after him and cover yourself with a blanket leaning into your best friend.

placing an arm around your shoulder he responds. “i figured this was something we both needed considering the amount of stress we’re experiencing.” you tilted your head up slightly to look at him, so truly thankful to have him in your life. and that’s just what you told him. “i’m so happy you’re apart of my life jake.” he leans his head on yours and softly says “i wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.”

you turned away from jake to admire the scenery around you. the open field felt on going. the land looked as if it kept running on, never ending. you looked up to see all the stars that dotted the sky. they all casted a light down onto the grass, making everything look so magical. “thank you for bringing me here.” you whispered

“anything for you.” you looked over at jake, a little shocked. you tried to search for any hint of sarcasm in his face but all you could see was sincerity. making eye contact with him you don’t fail to notice the way his eyes trail down to your lips.

leaning in slightly, jake pauses “is this okay?” you nod “more than okay”. with that jake closes the space between the two of you and your eyes close, feeling the sensation of his lips against yours. the two of you molded into each other, jakes hands on your waist, yours on the back of his neck and in his hair. pulling away, lips parted and slightly swollen, jake giggles and pulls you into a hug, and the two of you stay like that. two lovers, under the stars.

#jake sim #jake x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen x female reader #enhypen #enha fluff #kpop scenarios

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pocketjoong · 11 months

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❥𓂃𓏧THE RING chapter 4! masterlist

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS)Five years ago, the seas became unruly; there were waves large enough to drown islands, storms deadly enough to destroy anything, and monsters big enough to swallow ships. Everyone avoided the waters, never daring to stray too far from the shores. People had adapted to this lifestyle, but things changed for the worse. A report of dark mist swallowing islands and killing everything in its path was made. No one knew what it was. Everyone dreaded it, praying that it wouldn’t reach their islands. Around the same time, things changed for your family as well.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) merman!seonghwa x fem!reader; pirate!hongjoong x fem!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) violence. swearing. eventual smut. angst.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 3.2k

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (NOTES) I always enjoy feedback, reviews, and asks so don't hesitate to comment/send an ask! drumroll please We finally meet Kim Hongjoong!!! YAYYYYYYY!!! throws confetti all around We have some more action before we meet Jongho, so sit tight and don't forget to fasten your seatbelts because it's going to be a wild ride! <3! Anyways, do send an ask to be added to the taglist if you are interested! Also I cross post on AO3 only!

Before you can explain your plan to Seonghwa and Yeosang, something seems to catch their attention. The two males freeze in their tracks, observing the dark alleyway with narrowed eyes. You turn around as well, but other than closed shops, you see nothing at all. Moreover, the only sound you can hear is that of the wind chime in the seer’s shack. Confused, you turn to face Yeosang, who is frowning as he listens for something that is too low for you to hear.

“Someone is coming,” Seonghwa whispers urgently, gently guiding you into the shadows of the awning of another building right next to the seer’s shop.

Stood between the two mermen, you can’t really see much except for the flickers of shadows on the road, so you mainly have to rely on your ears to take in the movements around you. Whoever it is that your companions felt coming your way must be further away, for you can hear no footsteps or even whispers that would alert you to the presence of approaching people.

Seonghwa keeps his eyes on the road as he is in front of your little group. Like this, he appears ethereal, his scales shimmering in the dim moonlight. For a moment, you allow yourself to study his side profile, eyeing the curve of his nose and the arch of his lips. His silver-grey eyes appear darker, and his brows are furrowed in concentration as he listens for whoever is making their way towards you.

“If they attack, I want the two of you to run,” Seonghwa says under his breath, his eyes meeting yours before they travel to Yeosang, who stands behind you.

“But—”

Yeosang hushes you, cutting off your protest, making you glower at the male. However, it is at that moment that you finally register the quiet sounds of footsteps on the pavement. You duck your head under Seonghwa’s arm to see silhouettes of two people on the road.

“Are you sure this is the place?” You catch someone’s whispered words.

“I'm sure. The old man said this is the place we’d find her,” this voice is slightly higher pitched than the other one and has an allure to it that makes your breath catch in your throat.

The footsteps come closer and stop in front of the Seer's shack before moving inside. There’s a beat of silence where you contemplate telling your companions that all of you should leave, but before you can, the footsteps are back.

“The wench wouldn't even see us,” the person who speaks is the same one who was asking his companion if they were in the right place. He sounds agitated, seems like no one told him that the seer doesn’t accept male clients.

“Yunho,” the owner of the alluring voice admonishes the first person—who you assume is Yunho. “She is known to be... aloof with males. Looks like we might have to ask your contact here to help us.”

“With the Mist already touching the shores of Ceres, most of the residents here have left, Captain. I cannot promise you that she will be here,” Yunho tells the other male, who curses softly.

“And here I thought we would finally have answers for why the oceans are behaving like this…” there’s a pause, “or at least a way to stop them.”

Your brows furrow when you hear the words as your brain interprets the situation. Your eyes widen involuntarily, a plan forming in your head that you know will definitely not sit well with either male beside you, but it is better than what you had in mind. Taking a deep breath, you come out of the shadows, dodging Yeosang and Seonghwa's hands as they try to stop you.

Your eyes land on the two men, and you can tell that they are surprised by your sudden entrance. But the flash of confusion is gone as soon as it appears in their eyes, and they go back to looking at you with an unreadable expression.

You notice that one of them is taller, with a muscular build and a sculpted face. He raises his eyebrows in thought when you meet his gaze, and it is only because of your training that you don’t shudder at the ice in his narrowed eyes.

The other one is shorter, but you can tell that he is the captain based on the aura this man radiates. He has features that remind you of the drawings of pixies you have seen in the fairytale books in the library, especially due to how his eyes—which are as blue as his hair—shine with mischievousness and curiosity.

“What is a dainty thing like you doing here?” The shorter male speaks, and you bite back a smile as you realise that you were right about this guy being the captain. “It's dangerous to be out here, especially for someone like you.”

“We came here looking for the same answers as you,” you cut straight to the point, discreetly looking to the side to see Yeosang and Seonghwa watching you with expressions of exasperation. Seonghwa moves to step out, but you widen your eyes and look at Yeosang to tell him to stop the taller male. As expected, he braces his hand against Seonghwa, who turns to your pink-haired friend with what you can assume is a frown from the way his shoulders tense up.

“And you think—”

“Did the seer answer you?” The captain cuts off Yunho—whose words are tinged with caution and slight disbelief—with a raised hand.

“Of course she did,” you deadpan, lips quirking slightly when Yunho rolls his eyes with a huff.

“And?”

At this, your lips bloom into a sardonic grin, “If you think I'm going to hand you the information on a silver platter, you are gravely mistaken.”

The male watches you carefully, tilting his head just a bit as he regards you with curiosity. “What do you want? I can give you a pretty price for what she told you.”

The laugh that leaves your lips is harsh, which startles both the males in front of you. “I don't want money, I just want the oceans to go back to how they were and for the Mist to stop its destruction. That’s what you want as well, isn’t it?”

“Stop talking in circles and get to the point,” Yunho bristles, narrowing his eyes at you.

“We need to get to Coralhaven for more answers,” you reply.

“We?”

“She means us,” Yeosang finally steps out of the shadows with Seonghwa, and you watch as the captain grabs Yunho’s wrist to stop his hand from drawing the sword tucked in its sheath. The shorter male studies your companions carefully, gaze moving from one male to the next. You notice when his eyes pause Seonghwa's scales, which you are sure are visible in the dim lighting, and widen slightly before he turns back to you.

“What do I get in return, Princess?”

You are not surprised he put two and two together, especially since you had noticed his eyes light up in recognition when he was studying Yeosang. He definitely recognised the seal decorating his sword. You notice said male begin to speak from the corner of your eye and glare at him in warning. He shrugs, allowing you to speak.

“Glory.”

“...And treasure,” Yeosang adds, causing you to sigh through your nose and roll your eyes.

“I told you to keep quiet.”

“Oops?”

“Fine,” the captain acquiesces, drowning out Yunho's protests with a hand on the taller male’s arm. “But we need to talk once we get back on my ship.”

“Of course.”

“Follow me, then,” he guides you through the dark alleyway, walking next to you while the three taller males flank your back. The only reason you feel safe walking in front of Yunho is because you know that despite his build, Yeosang and Seonghwa won’t let him hurt you.

The port is bustling, just like the port on the other side of the city, which is packed with people leaving for Crestshore. If only there wasn’t an undercurrent of danger and the stalls didn’t have artillery and other priceless items you wouldn’t find easily, you would have mistaken it for the same one you had entered Niafell from.

You notice that the steps of the male walking beside you lighten considerably the closer you get to the harbour. Wordlessly, he hastens his pace, and it takes you a second to do the same. It is only when you see a familiar ship that your steps falter a bit, which doesn’t escape the eyes of the captain. He turns around, walking backwards in front of you with a roguish tilt of his lips.

“Surprised, Princess?”

“Not really. With my luck, I'm not surprised you’re the one we ran into,” you shake your head in slight disbelief. Out of all people, you just had to run into the Pirate King. The Destiny Ship is well known throughout the kingdoms, almost as infamous as the captain of the ship. No one knows his name or where he came from, but he was quick to rise in notoriety and influence despite owning just one ship instead of a whole fleet like most well-known pirates that sailed the oceans. “I should have known when you recognised me. Only the Pirate King would know the faces of the members of the royal families of Sirelia.”

“Gotta keep myself safe somehow,” he shrugs and stops in front of his ship. His eyes suddenly turn serious, and he sighs, nodding towards the side.

You frown, not noticing anything of significance except that the two docks beside his ship are empty. “Am I supposed to be seeing anything?”

A sharp inhale causes you to whip around, and you notice that Seonghwa looks paler.

“What? What’s wrong?” You ask, moving closer to the taller male whose hands are now shaking. Your hands move to touch his, but when he flinches, you step back with a cough, “Seonghwa?”

“It’s the Mist. You can't see it because it’s dark right now,” Yeosang explains, sounding slightly winded. He rubs Seonghwa’s back soothingly and meets the Pirate King’s eyes, “We should leave.”

“That's the plan,” the shorter male replies, climbing the ladder and disappearing only to peek his head to signal you to do the same. Yeosang starts to climb the ladder, and you follow him, noticing how the sounds on the deck get louder the closer you get. As you reach the edge, the Yeosang grabs you and helps you onto the deck while you wait for Seonghwa and Yunho to do the same.

Yeosang guides you to the side of the ship, pointing at the same area the captain had indicated. It is only then that you notice something is off, the waters next to the ship reflect the light from the port, but merely a few meters away, it is eerily dark, as if something is absorbing all the light. A shudder runs down your spine, and you involuntarily take a step back.

“It's okay. It won't hurt us, not now at least,” you hear the soft voice of the captain speak from beside you. He's watching the Mist with an expression that borders sorrowful, but when he turns to you, the corner of his mouth lifts up in a wry smile. “Everyone on the island will have ample time to leave before it takes over and destroys the island.”

“How do you know that?” Seonghwa asks, narrowing his eyes at him.

“We have heard stories from our allies,” despite the question being meant for the captain, it is Yunho who answers Seonghwa’s query.

“Alright, let’s get the hell out of this place,” the captain claps his hands, strutting towards the rest of his crew, barking orders amidst the flurry of activity on the ship.

It is only when the ship is safely out of view of the island and is well on its way to Coralhaven that the captain calls for the three of you in his cabin. The room is neater than you would expect the captain's quarters to be. On the right, a bed is tucked away into the corner, directly in front of which there is a chest of drawers. The left side is set up like an office; there are shelves full of books and other trinkets on one side and walls lined with cutlasses and guns. A table occupies most of the space, surrounded by a few chairs. As you walk closer, you see that the tabletop is littered with notes, journals, a map, a globe, and an inkpot that you recognise to be of Sileria from the craftmanship and raise an eyebrow at the captain, who grins.

“First things first,” he says as the five of you gather around the table, “My name is Hongjoong, and this is my first mate, Yunho.”

“I’m Yeosang. This is Seonghwa, and this is Y/N, but you already knew that,” Yeosang replies sarcastically. “I speak for all three of us when I say that I want to know why the two of you were looking for answers from the seer.”

“We don’t mind battling a raging ocean. We’ve been doing that for the past few years. But the Mist complicates matters a little, and we would rather not have all of the world getting destroyed.”

“That’s quite chivalrous of you,” Seonghwa ribs, tone tinged with astonishment.

“Don't sound so shocked,” Hongjoong huffs. “I have my own reasons for wanting to stop the Mist, and if it helps everyone else, I won't complain.”

“What did she tell you?” Yunho finally asks.

You hesitate a bit, looking at Yeosang once before facing Hongjoong and Yunho. “We need to find the forgotten one. The seer said that he will guide us to the things that will stop this mess.”

“The three treasures,” Hongjoong whispers, ring-clad hands brushing over the globe. “How do you know the person we are looking for is in Coralhaven.”

“He... he was banished from Atlantis,” Seonghwa’s voice is barely above a whisper, but all of you hear him clearly.

Hongjoong's hands freeze on a particular part of the ocean on the globe as he nods.“Okay.”

“How do you know about the lost treasures?” Yeosang prods, and you watch a deep sigh leave Hongjoong.

“We’ve heard whispers,” he states, skimming through a few pages scattered on his desk before he pushes a few closer so that you can see what’s written on them.

Cocking your head to the side, you regard the papers with interest. You don’t understand much, for the writing is horrible—scribbles that look more like insects pressed upon the loose leaf—but the inked circles, possibly made by Hongjoong on these pages, stand out to you. As you hum in interest, Yeosang is spurred into action, moving to lean over your shoulder as you point them out to him. Each encircled word is an equivalent of “the three lost treasures”.

“Those who set out in search of Atlantis have all heard of these treasures,” Hongjoong pauses as though searching for words to soften the blow he is about to deal. “No one is sure what they are or what they do or even where they are. But it doesn’t change that everyone agrees the locations of the treasures are only known to a particular kind of Atlantean, and there’s only one alive in any generation.”

“The Keeper,” Seonghwa supplies, his words soft, acting as a balm to the anxiety that arises from the captain’s words. “But you need a true royal and their guard to access them.”

“How do we get to all three people?” Yunho scoffs, crossing his arms and regards all four of you with furrowed brows.

“Well, we know the Keeper is in Coralhaven,” Yeosang replies, eyes trained on Hongjoong, who nods. You can’t tell what it is, but you are sure the two of them are having a silent conversation with their eyes, and you can’t wait to get your friend alone to ask him questions.

Seonghwa takes over for Yeosang, seemingly coming to the same conclusion as you, “We’ll worry about the royal and their guard when the time comes.”

“Well then, the three of you will be staying in a separate cabin from the rest of the crew,” Hongjoong announces, expression vacant and distant. He seems to shake off whatever it is that is haunting him and nods at his first mate, “Yunho, could you please guide our guests to where they will stay for the rest of our journey?”

“Yes, Captain,” Yunho replies, walking out of the captain’s quarters, not even caring whether the three of you are following or not.

“Princess?” Hongjoong calls just as you reach the door of his cabin, causing you to turn to face him with a quirked eyebrow. “I hope you won't mind working around here, can’t have people not doing anything on the ship.”

“Not at all,” you smirk. “Though, I’m practically useless at cooking, so don’t expect me to help around in the kitchen.”

Hongjoong laughs, a tinkling sound that makes you grin as well. “That’s fair. Please report to Minjae tomorrow, you'll find him on deck with Yunho early in the morning.”

“Aye, Cap'n,” you reply, watching Hongjoong bite back a smile.

“Thank you, Princess.”

You shut the door behind you, breathing in the salty air. The ship gently rocks back and forth on the waves. The familiar feeling of being back on deck after years makes you nostalgic, and your eyes meet Yeosang’s. It seems he’s thinking the same thing, for he smiles at you. Even in the dim light of the crescent moon, you can tell that both Yeosang and Seonghwa look much livelier now that you’re kind of in their element.

Yunho clears his throat impatiently, guiding all of you below deck, where there’s a hallway with doors on each side. He walks to one at the end of the hallway and opens it for you. “This will be your home for the rest of our journey.”

“Thank you,” Seonghwa says, ducking into the room, and is followed by you and Yeosang. The room is nothing special and is pretty empty save for the two bunk beds and a couch on the other side. The only thing that adds to the beauty of the room is the small windows. Curious about the view, you walk over, taking in the vast expanse of the dark sea in front of you.

“Listen,” Yunho’s voice cuts through the silence, and all of you look at him in curiosity. “Hongjoong may have agreed to whatever this alliance is, but I don’t have to like it. I will keep my eyes on you all the time.”

“Is that a threat?” Yeosang questions, leaning back against one of the bunk beds. His countenance screams casual, but you don’t need to know him well to hear the dangerous undercurrent of his words.

“Consider it a warning. Do something weird, and I won’t hesitate to hurt you.” With that, the first mate shuts the door. In the silence of the room, you can hear the tapping of his boots on the wood fade in the distance.

“He doesn’t like us much, does he?”

You look at Seonghwa incredulously before bursting into laughter.

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aeternallis · 1 year

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loved your meta about kim's fight in yok's bar! =D i re-watched the scene again last night, and i noticed details that i didn't before. i never placed much importance on the significance of when chay sees the dead bodies, so i was wondering if you don't mind going in depth a little more on that scene?? pplleeeaasseee

Thank you for taking the time to read that long rant of mine, nonnie! I’ll do my best to go further in depth for you! XD

Okay, so the thing is—I didn’t go too deeply into this scene in my original meta post beyond Kim's motivation, but I do have opinions on it, so I’ll do my best to be concise.

First, let’s start with the logistics of this scene. For one thing, BOC didn’t have to show Chay seeing the bodies because if you look closely at the little alcove where he was seated and playing his video game, there was a door there. I’m not sure if it was the bathroom or an alternate exit from Yok’s bar (I'm thinking bathroom because he would have needed to wash out his hair?), but either way, the director could have had Chay move in a different direction so he never sees the bodies to begin with.

Furthermore, there’s also Chay’s phone conversation with Yok to consider. During their brief conversation, Yok instructs Chay to close down the bar, with the teen replying not to worry, it’s already been closed and that he can be by himself. So in other words, Chay had no reason to actually go to the bar area anymore (except to exit the establishment); the place has been cleaned up and Kim himself reiterates this when he asks the goons, “Can’t you see the bar is closed?”

Maybe this reasoning is a bit excessive, but the point I’m trying to make is that BOC had a couple other ways of how this scene could have went, but they deliberately set up the scene (in so doing, establishes Kim's motive of purposely leaving his kills behind) so Chay would see the bodies afterwards.

Now, why would BOC do this—this, as in take their most innocent character / the motivation of at least one main character and one supporting character in the show and traumatize the hell out of him?

Was it for the shock factor? Maybe that's part of it, but I'm of the opinion that there were other reasons, nonnie. XD This show would not have resonated as much as it did last year if this drama was only made up of shock factors and not much thought into it, yknow?

Maybe Kim was trying to scare Chay away? That can be argued too, but it wouldn't make much sense in the context of the story. Chay doesn't need to be scared away, he's made it perfectly clear he's not happy being thrown into the world of the mafia. Lol The poor boy was kidnapped; he doesn't need a reminder that living a life in the mafia is a questionable existence.

The way I see it, the purpose of this scene was a way to establish that unlike Porsche, Kim is more than willing to commit violence in front of Chay. After all, we've seen a hint of it already in the club, when Kim punched a few guys to get Chay away from the booze and drugs.

Besides that, the scene also gives you that vibe, right? Think about the music that's playing when the camera zooms in on Chay's horrified expression, and then we cut to Kim, aka the source of Chay's horrified expression at that moment, lol. The music paints Kim...hmmm, not necessarily as a villain, but almost like an anti-hero. After all, despite the tone of the music, it's not as if Kim had hurt Chay; no, he saved him. But regardless, it also paints him as a source of danger, that's he's not to be trifled with.

As I said in my previous meta post, this scene elevates Kim to the same level as Kinn and Vegas in terms of how the Theerapanyakul men operate (basically, batshit insane).

If you think about it, this scene can be obscenely described as Kim taking away Chay's innocence—it may not be in the sexual connotation (although the inherent eroticism is definitely there), but regardless, it is tainting Chay's perception of the world in some way, forcing him to open his eyes to Kim's world and everyday reality.

I don't want to use a certain word to describe Kim's behavior because I just know it'll be taken out of context on this site, but in terms of the narrative and the direction it was headed, it makes sense.

From the moment Kim breaks up with Chay, we see two things happen simultaneously: how the initial façade he presented to Chay begins to break apart (aka WIK), but also how his control for his feelings towards the younger man start to chip away. The ultimate result(s) of these two things happening is thus, also two-fold: the scene at the bar, and their final scene together when Kim sends him the song.

I guess the one thing I would change from my meta post is that, it's not that the dynamic between Kim and Chay have changed, but rather this scene added a new dimension to their current one. That despite Kim's lack of hesitation in being violent in front of Chay, he can and still is tender with him.

There's a reason why their final scene together is the one in which Kim is singing to Chay and pouring out his feelings. That despite this added nuance into their relationship which may or may not be a good thing, ultimately what will bring them back together is the music that allowed their hearts and souls to connect in the first place.

#kimchay #kinnporche the series

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ksyongi · 2 years

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spin the bottle (M) MINORS DNI

pairing: lee chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff, soulmate au

warnings: smut, consumption of alcohol, cursing, kissing, oral male receiving, pet names, aftercare, lowercase post, drunk people/tipsy people, choking

word count: 2.7k

an: got this idea and decided to write it out in commemoration for my 500 followers and my 300th post on here,, tagging @dinosbestie because she gave me the confidence to make this idea into a short fic.

soulmate ; a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

soulmate bond ; they share emotions, being able to feel what the other is feeling. they find out they are soulmates with a shock of waves sent through the first time upon contact.

in this case, you would say you were both. chan was practically your best friend for life. well how you became soulmates? it's less complicated than you think it is, really. in summary, you went to the same university. and it really was fate that you were put in the same class for the semester.

"alright, please introduce and pair yourselves up that person would be your partner for the term," your lecturer announced. students got up from their seats and swarmed around their other friends or even their already found soulmates.

suddenly the door at the bottom at the room slams open, "sorry i'm late! i kinda got lost." your lecturer takes a glance around the room. "oh i see everybody is paired up....oh! err.." he takes a glance at the boy next to him. "i'm lee chan sir." "alright how about you take a seat next to y/n, i don't think she has a partner. you nod as you take your bag off the vacant seat next to you.

'woah...he's hot...' your eyes widen when his features become clearer. his brown hair perfectly complementing his skin tone with the casual outfit he was using. "hi nice to meet you!" he chirps. "nice to meet you too." you smile kindly before focusing back on the lesson

you did not realize that you were soulmates that easily though, although your feelings were linked, you did not expect for his heart beating rapidly too when he saw you. hence, no suspicion when you felt your heart race.

however, when being paired up for work, there would somehow be some skin contact right..? but you found out that you were soulmates in the most unusual way possible. dropping your pen under the desk till it rolled to the area near him, he picks it up and passes it to you. your fingers barely touched his hand. you felt sparks tingle at the tips of your fingers. and that was it. the gasp that left your mouth and the way chan's eyes widened at the contact. you knew you were meant for each other.

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"hey babe, wanna go to a party tonight at mingyu's place? the guys are gathering with a few others." shrugging, you reply "sure, i don't mind" "ughh i hate the fact that we are keeping the soulmate thing a secret from the otherss" chan complains. "i mean we've agreed on it since the start. anyways its only for a few hours, we can cuddle when we get back. deal?" you challenge. nodding his head, chan replies, "deal."

"heyy!!" mingyu opens the door to his home, he was using a tight fitting black shirt that highlighted his built muscles. his glasses hanging at the tip of his nose. there was a strong scent of alcohol that reeked from him. there were faint sounds from the speaker further in the room. chan lets you go in first, being the gentleman that he is.

"make yourselves at home, and help yourselves to the beer in the fridge." mingyu comments before slinging his arm around the closest girl next to him. "he's so going to be wasted tonight." chan sighs.

walking into the living room and seeing your familiar faces as well as some others you have never even seen before. they all had cups or cans in their hands. either swaying to the music or totally drunk and all over other people. "i thought you said 'a few others' chan." you try and scream over the blaring music in the room. "it's kim mingyu, i mean what do you expect." nodding your head in agreement, you make your way to socialize with others.

you could tell chan kept an eye on those you communicated with. making sure they did not touch you anywhere. he was so close to putting his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. in his opinion, you could've used a looser dress. yes, he bought this dress for you but the way it hugged your curves that was only supposed for him to see made him even more protective. seeing how your hips sway with every step made him tightly shut his eyes and regret even looking. it wasn't really the right time to get hard.

walking up the stairs after mingyu told you two that a couple people would be gathering in one of the bedrooms. well, he didn't specify which one but you clearly avoided the ones with loud moans and banging. reaching the door right at the end of the corridor, turning the handle hoping to not walk into the wrong room.

the first thing you see is a tipsy soonyoung standing on the bed dancing to the nonexistent music "HEYY CHAN AND Y/N- I THINK IM FALLING OOOO-" soonyoung fell backwards, nearly hitting the bed frame. he sighs contently before grabbing the nearest pillow and hugging it until he dozed off. "hey guys, we're just waiting for mingyu if he even comes before another girl gets to him." letting out a laugh, you and chan decided to part ways and talk to others.

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"wohoo let's get the game started." mingyu danced his way to the middle of the room before placing the soju bottle in his hand on the floor. "wait nobody told me we're playing spin the bottle." you whisper to joshua. "ah no worries, i mean we all haven't found our soulmates so its all just casual," he smiles. "yeah...casual.." you say under your breath.

"well wanna start from the oldest? there's loads of us here so lets go one round only?" seungkwan says. "yah. you're only sabotaging me at this point," seungcheol sulks but proceeds to spin the bottle. there were about 5 girls and the 13 of the boys. so that makes you the second last to go. when the bottle ends up on jeonghan, his eyes go wide. he quickly goes towards jeonghan and places a peck on his lips before removing any remains from the kiss in his mouth by gulping down a newly opened can of alcohol.

"oh let me add a rule, if the bottle ends up on somebody of the other gender, it ain't gonna be just a peck like that. how about kissing the person for 5 minutes sound?" jeonghan states with a proud smirk. murmurs around the room arose with nods of agreement. he spun the bottle and the bottle ended up pointing at one of the girls in the room. "you put this upon yourself." seungcheol states with a giggle.

sighing, jeonghan rolls his eyes before capturing the girl's lips in a kiss. his eyes kept darting to the sides trying to see how much time was left. the way that he looked so uncomfortable and awkward. his hands stuffed in his pockets and he was standing so stiff.

"andd time's up." jun raises his phone showing the time. jeonghan just walks away with the unhappiest look on his face while he gulps down the last bit of alcohol in his cup and plopping himself in a seat.

all of them took turns. chan and you had yet to not need to kiss anybody yet. but his eyes stayed locked on the bottle when it became close to landing on you. when vernon's turn ended, you got nervous. the thought of you having to kiss anybody other than chan got you to feel out of place. anyways, the whole game you've been lucky and it hasn't landed on you so. you were lucky.

you slowly take the bottle in your hands and spin it. intensively looking at it praying it stopped at chan. when it was slowing down, it was pointing at him. silently celebrating and hoping it would not move anymore. but luck was not on your side today. it shifted to the left by the slightest. you looked up and saw it was vernon.

'no its alright, y/n he's a chill guy. don't worry alright. just for five minutes..." you stand up and walk over to him leaning on the desk. his eyes were slightly hooded, 'he's tipsier than usual.... this ain't gonna go well..." he rests his hands on your shoulders and pulls you close to him.

vernon does not waste time in capturing your mouth in a kiss. he bit your lip, causing him to let out a groan and giving him some access to explore your mouth. some gasps were heard around the room. well you had to kiss him back if not they'll probably ask you to redo the whole 5 minutes so you wrap your arms around his neck, placing with the strands of hair on his head, lightly pulling them making him make even more deep groans. you could felt a strong feeling of jealousy, the soulmate bond...oh crap. 'just a few more minutes...' you thought to yourself. you felt him smile against your lips and his hands had now moved to around your waist.

you felt somebody pull you apart and you see its your boyfriend. he had a dark gaze and looked furious. the feeling of jealousy never left. "you've been on it for 7 minutes. woah.." seokmin gapes. so you've been kissing vernon for more than you should've and in front of everyone? shaking your head and waving your arm dismissively, chan still hasn't looked you in the eye since the little incident...

he takes the bottle and spins it effortlessly. and of course it had to land on eunjoo. she'd been eyeing him the whole night.

she had the happiest smile on her face as you could only just crush the can in your hand. "woah..you okay?" minghao asks. "yeah, don't worry about me."

chan was seated on the bed. soonyoung flat on the bed next to him. she walked over to him and you did not expect him to pull her onto his lap? she placed her arms on his shoulders in a straddling position. she eagerly presses her lips onto his as he almost instantly grants her access to his mouth. it looks as if he's focused on the kiss too.. tonight was going to be a looong night.

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bidding your goodbyes to those who weren't totally passed out, you call an uber.

climbing into the car, no words were spoken. you faced the window at your side and chan faced the window of his. you were both fuming at that point.

reaching your house, you take out your keys from your purse and open the door. sighing as the door closes behind you, chan walks behind you and slams you on the wall.

his hands grabbing your wrists and pinning you to the wall. "ah, you really decided to play with me tonight didn't you baby?" he places a soft kiss on your lips. it actually scared you how he's handling you right now. "how about you be a good girl and don't disobey me any further?" he loosens the grip on your wrists and places his lips on yours.

catching him off guard, you flip yourselves around so he is now against the wall. using your hand to wrap around his throat and applying the lightest pressure made a loud moan come from him. the way it made his breathing faster and his vision hazy made him go crazy. "you weren't a good boy either weren't you?" you slowly lean towards his ear, "bedroom. make sure every article of clothing is discarded when i get there if not somebody is going to receive a punishment."

chan hurries to the room as you quickly put aside your purse and accessories.

"good boy" you purr when you see him sitting in the middle of the bed, hands on his thighs. eyes wide as he watches your every move.

slowly kneeling down and trailing kisses from his chin to his neck, placing some hickies on the way all the way down to his torso then to his thigh....slowly and teasingly placing kisses on his length. you lick a strip all the way down his dick and back up, some precum leaking out of his length in the process. you swirl your tongue around his length and place your tongue flat on his tip earning a moan from him. chan's hand found your hair as he grabbed a handful of it and pushed your head in, making you deepthroat him. the need to gag arose but you fought it off, "no touching honey, unless you want to have a punishment." you replace your mouth with your hand as you pressed your lips against his, muffling his moans.

you decide to tease him further. slowing down your actions earning a whine from him. "please.." he whines. "what do you want baby?" "please let me cum." "beg." "please i've been a good boy, please.." "good boy."

you quicken the motion of your hand as chan lets out higher pitched and louder moans. his climax was rapidly coming. his chest arising faster with every quickening breath as he started thrusting his dick into your palm. "i'm coming" he breathlessly says. chan's climax crashed, spilling his cum all over your hand. the second he had the chance, he got on top of you.

"alright. now, how about i correct you for your behavior today baby. you've been a bad bad girl." chan's eyes darkened in colour. the aura he held was scary but it made your thighs clench. gathering the remains of his cum from his dick, "open." he commands. you oblige and he places his cum filled fingers in your mouth. you suck his fingers, swirling your hands around his digits, not wasting a single drop. "i've taught you well didn't i? but maybe i have to remind you of who you belong to tonight hm?"

ripping the dress off you, you gasp. "that was my favorite dress.." chan scoffs. "i can buy you another, that's not the fucking concern at the moment." you hastily remove your undergarments as he marked you up. you've fed chan's ego too much already, you will not be able to walk for the next few days.

lining himself up with your entrance, he slowly inserts himself. after a minute or so, he asks "can i move yet?" his eyes softening at the slightest. "yes you can channie." you let out a moan from his pace. the way he snapped his hips backwards and forwards in a steady rhythm at such a brutal force caught you off guard. chan pushes your knees to your chest before thrusting even harder and deeper. moans arose from both of you as the room began to feel hotter. feeling that chan hit your g-spot, "there. channie that spot please." he complied, "who do you belong to y/n?" "lee chan." "louder." "LEE CHAN." "fuck- you sound so fucking hot right now." "who can fuck you this good?" "you, lee chan. nobody else." "good girl."

chan's pace slowed down slightly, signaling his release coming. your climax was coming too, you grabbed hold of his free hand and intertwined your fingers. "i love you y/n." "i love you too chan." your climaxes crashed onto both of you, chan spilling his load onto the sheets. chan collapsed onto the empty space next to you. "no more spin the bottle. ever again." you say, trying to steady your breathing. "yes i agree." he giggles.

soon after you calm down, the feeling of the soiled sheets got you both cringing. "let me prepare you a bath darling, i'll clean the sheets." nodding your head tiredly, you waddle to the toilet and watch him prepare the bath. "i'll join you soon okay? i'll be quick." chan grabs your hand as he holds you until you are seated in the bath. "thank you chan." "no worries, i love you." with that, he walked out of the room.

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thedeluluverse · 5 months

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Author’s Note: Yes, I know the series was over by the summer, but in my Oc Nari au, it sounded better in the summer, lol. Let me know what y’all think, and get ready for the next 2 parts!

Summary: Summer is fast approaching, and your relationship with Tae has felt like a walk in dreamland so far! Naturally, neither of you is thrilled about the prospect of him leaving for Mexico to film a new show because it means being apart, but you are happy for him and promise to call him every night! But will that be necessary?

Pairing: Jinny’s Kitchen era bf!Tae x oc!Nari. Mentions of the rest of Jinny’s crew but nothing romantic happens.

Rating: Mild (some teasing but nothing explicit)

Genre: slight angst, fluff, established relationship, series

Word Count: 1,570

Warnings: none really, besides separation anxiety and Tae being a little shit, haha

It is the middle of May, and the past 3 months of being the girlfriend of your stranger who turned into the love of your life, Kim Taehyung, has been absolute bliss.

While both of your schedules keep you more than occupied, he always makes time for you, and you relish being able to openly claim him as yours while seeing Jocelyn flounce amongst young bachelors like a dying fish every other week.

Something has seemed off with your boyfriend for the past couple of weeks. You are unable to pinpoint what is different, but his energy has definitely been altered by something.

He reassures you that he is fine and that you did nothing, even swearing it on Yeontan! Still, you know him better than he realizes and that doesn’t tame the worry in your heart.

The next week, you finally get the answer you have been asking for: he is leaving in 3 days to film a show in Mexico. How did you get this information from your guarded teddy bear? Tequila.

He had told you he was going to hang out with his friends Jung Yumi, Choi Wooshik, and Park Seo Joon after the gym and to not wait up as it had been a long time since he had seen them.

Well, you obviously didn’t listen and stayed up until he got home to make sure everything was all right and to sneak in a “hey” to his friends as they dropped him off after partaking in too many shots.

The second he plopped onto the couch, the waterworks started. Between sobs, he choked out the news that he feels like his life with you has just started.

He doesn’t want to leave you, but his manager already said that you couldn’t tag along but were more than welcome to visit him the last couple of days.

You sit there in a daze, rubbing his back while he cries into your shoulder and can’t believe that he has kept this from you. While you understand his reasoning, he knows about your separation anxiety.

You prefer to have a hefty heads-up before these types of things so you can slowly adjust. You’ll barely be past the depression about him leaving by the time he leaves.

Despite your annoyance at his strategy of information release, you do your best to postpone the depression and enjoy the next few days, helping him prepare and have as much fun as possible.

You know this is barely easier for him, and he has apologized profusely for not telling you sooner.

The day arrives for his departure, and you bring him to the airport and wish him and his friends safe travels with bleary eyes and continual “I love you’s” being exchanged between you.

You get home and cuddle up with Yeontan on the couch, feeling exhausted. Your emotions finally take over about 15 minutes later, and the waterworks are in full effect.

A while later, Tae shoots you a text that they have a brief layover before the next flight and that he already misses you and will call you as soon as he gets settled.

This only intensifies the tears, and it takes a miracle for you to settle down enough to pick up the phone about 5 minutes later when you see his manager calling your phone.

You answer immediately, asking if everything is okay, and he even further reassures you that they are fine and that he is about to tell you something confidential, not even to tell your boyfriend.

He apologized for saying that you couldn’t tag along before, but the decision wasn’t final yet. Your eyebrows are about to merge into one from being confusingly scrunched so much.

He explains that you will be leaving in 2 days to meet them in Mexico. A couple of episodes will already be shot, but he wants to surprise Tae (and the viewers) by having you join the crew.

He has already made accommodations for your heat sensitivity in advance, and everyone loves your relationship’s chemistry, so it would be an honor for you to guest star.

You think for a moment but decide not to live in fear and what if, and you agree! It is exceedingly difficult not to tell Tae the news when he calls that night, being the most pitiful puppy missing you so much and being homesick, but you can’t wait to see the look on his face when you spawn on set.

You arrive in Mexico a few days later at a nearby hotel so maintain the surprise and are given instructions on where to go, when, and given the Jinny’s Kitchen uniform.

It is tricky to Facetime Tae that night as you must make it look like you aren’t in the same time zone.

Luckily, he is exhausted, doesn’t suspect anything, and doesn’t even make a fuss about you ending the call earlier than usual because “you have an early photoshoot.”

You drift off to sleep with the biggest grin on your face, knowing you get to be reunited with your boyfriend way ahead of schedule.

Bright and early the next morning, you arrive at the set, and the moment his eyes meet yours, he runs toward you like an excited puppy, lifts you, spins you around, and showers you with kisses until you both need oxygen.

Everyone on set can tell how much his energy shifts now that you are around and are impressed with your acting debut and how professional you are both being.

The viewers already know that you are together, but you both have jobs to do and can’t play around like when you cook at home.

After the first couple of days, he isn’t used to you in a negative way, but his cheeky side is peeking through now that the shock of you being there has lessened.

As the crew is doing the pre-shift interviews as all of you get ready for the day, he says, “Oh well, I am definitely not the intern now that Nari is here. I’ve been running this for 2-3 days before she got here. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that is cleared up.” He says with a sly grin.

This remark is because the day before, you had gotten playfully sassy when he was trying to show you how to do something. Your reply was, “Um, I’m sorry. I’m the chef at home, so I think I can handle myself just fine, pretty boy; go check on the table 4.” giggling as he walked away.

The workday starts, and Tae calls a team meeting, shocking the older members with his boldness. Once everyone is gathered, he brings up an issue with his boss, Seo Jin. “Hyung, now that Nari is here, I think that we need to reconfigure the hierarchy of this establishment.”

You sit in the corner and roll your eyes only for a moment before they bug out of your head as the older man agrees with Tae. As Wooshik arrived a day before you, that makes you the true intern and the one with the least authority.

The whole time Seo Jin is explaining this amongst the other's discussion, you are glaring at your boyfriend while he has his tongue poking the inside of his cheek the whole time, looking the cockiest he has in a hot minute. Which is highly arousing. You won’t lie, but you are still annoyed.

You head to the back and start to gather the equipment the team will need to prep the snack foods of the day; Tae follows you with the excuse that nobody can make better rice than him so that he will start it.

Despite his attempts to show affection or joke around, you ignore him, fighting a smile because he is just your goofball boy that you are madly in love with and aren’t upset.

Dropping off the tools to Yumi and Seo Joon first, you return to the kitchen for the remaining items needed for the day. Chuckling to yourself about the events of the day so far, you get spun around and pinned to the fridge in a split second.

Tae has both of your hands in one of his above your head, and his other hand caresses your cheek, “Oh jagiya, now it’s official that you must listen to me. But that won’t be a problem; we both know how well you take instruction from me, right?”

With a smirk at your speechlessness, he gives you quick pecks on the forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips and turns to assist the others in prepping the food.

You remain frozen with heat pooling in your stomach for the next several seconds before Yumi comes to gather veggies from the fridge for the rolls.

Noticing your wide eyes, still leaning up against the fridge, she asks, “Nari, are you all right? You hadn’t been seen in a while.” Returning to Earth, you nod, saying, “Sorry, there were a few dishes, then I got overheated, so I just leaned against here a moment.” She nods with a smile, “Glad you are feeling better; we all get hot and bothered in a kitchen, so do what you need to, yeah?”

As she walks away, you grin, knowing the real reason you were back there, and mumble to yourself, “You can say that again.”

STAY TUNED FOR PART 2!

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Love & Crosses | 03

» 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: ceo!taehyung x ceo!reader

» 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You and Taehyung have been friends for as long as you could remember, with both your families being directly involved in business together, and being closer than family, you've been surrounded by him almost always. Over the course of 28 years a lot has changed. But things could only complicate themselves more when both your families form an alliance between the two of you - an arranged marriage.

» 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, fluff, angst, eventual smut

» 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: intoxication, subtle flirting, angst (Jimin is a little bit harsh), swearing, Jungkook is a bit of a jerk (for the meantime), Taehyung is quite visibly jealous

» 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 11K

» 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

"Jimin, I really don't think it's a good idea for me to be here," Ryuna says to Jimin as she follows him across the lobby of Kim Enterprises. "What if someone sees me?"

"No one will recognize you, you'll be fine," Jimin dismisses.

She'd worn a pair of your white and gray pencil skirt, blazer and white shirt to go with it. Putting her hair in a high ponytail, she needed to make sure she fit into the atmosphere and no one could recognize her.

"I don't think it would be ideal for the chairman to be seen with another woman a month before his wedding," Ryuna stresses.

"You're a potential shareholder," Jimin reminds her of the role she were to play if they were to bump into someone, "and you're married." She'd made sure to place a diamond ring on her fourth finger.

Jimin turns around once they're near the corner that hid the elevators of the building away from the rest of the lobby.

"You're walking so slowly. They'll be here by the time we get upstairs," Jimin sighs.

"It's not my fault," Ryuna whines, "I can't walk properly in these heels." It wasn't exactly a great idea to wear your pencil heels.

"You can take them off upstairs," Jimin insists. "Now can you please walk a little faster?"

Ryuna's attempt to walk faster is cut short immediately when she feels her ankle twist. She closes her eyes, embarrassed, but already knowing she was going to hit the floor any second now. Well, until she feels a pair or arms around her waist.

Ryuna slowly opens her eyes to see Jimin's eyes looking back at her in concern.

"Gosh this is embarrassing," she mutters under her breath.

"Hold on, can you stand?" Jimin asks, allowing her to stand on her own. She grips Jimin's shoulder, allowing herself to balance the foot that was still in pain.

Jimin kneels on one knee before her,

"Jimin, what are you doing?" She asks in panic.

He runs a hand over the pained area of her ankle, then pressing on it slightly, "does it hurt?" He looks up at her.

"Jimin, please get up, what are you doing?" She asks for a second time, not wanting anyone to see them like this. But he wasn't hearing any of it.

"I should call Iseul, she might know a good orthopedic doctor," Jimin says, mostly to himself.

"What? No," Ryuna exclaims, having no idea who Iseul is whatsoever.

She watches as Jimin rises and pulls his cell phone from his pocket, "I'll also tell Mrs. Choi to get you a pair of platforms."

"Jimin," she finally lets out, taking his phone from his hand. "I'm fine Jimin," she lets out a breath.

Jimin looks away from her after a moment, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Ryuna's heart breaks at this, "Jimin, that's not—" what I meant. She wants to say, but her words are interrupted as the elevator a little further opens with a ding.

She's not familiar with who the man that walked out of the elevator is but she supposed he was the last person they were supposed to bump into right now as Jimin's seemed to be panicking.

He looks around and spots an empty photocopy room. "Here," he whispers, pulling her into the room with him.

Trapped between his arms as they clutch the wall on either side of her head, she glances at him. "Hopefully he walks past here," he remarks, peering out the door.

"Who—was that?" Ryuna asks airily, not liking how close they were to each other.

Turning his head to her, Jimin realizes that they were indeed too close to each other.

He takes a step back, shoves his hands into his pockets and clears his throat, "dad's secretary."

She nods slowly, "I see."

"Is he gone?" She asks after a while.

"Yeah," he responds, glancing outside.

"We should get going. They'll be here soon," he remarks, walking out of the room.

Ryuna lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding and glances down at the phone that was still in her hold. Now ringing with the name 'Iseul' across the screen.

Her gaze falls upon the contact picture set of the said woman.

'So that's her,' she concludes once seeing the picture set of her, which Ryuna assumes to be taken by Jimin himself.

"Jimin, your phone," Ryuna says quietly, handing over his phone to him.

"Oh," he responds, taking the phone. "Would you mind if I answer this?"

"Of course not," Ryuna looks away, leaving both of them to wonder when these formalities and this thick awkward tension formed between them.

"Hey," Jimin says over the phone.

Ryuna attempts to distract herself while the inaudible feminine voice replies to Jimin.

"On Friday?" Jimin asks.

"Tomorrow can work too, mom asked me to make sure one of those days work with you," Ryuna hears her tell Jimin.

"I'm fine with Friday, I'm taking a day off either way," Jimin counters. "You're home after twelve right? I can pick you up."

"That works," Iseul confirms through the phone.

"I'll see you tomorrow then? I hope you remembered" Jimin questions, chuckling.

"Of course I remembered," Iseul says from the other side, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, bye," Jimin puts an end to the conversation and shoves his phone back into the pocket of his gray slacks.

"Sorry, that was..." Jimin trails off, not knowing how to explain Iseul's identity to Ryuna.

"Your fiancée," Ryuna concludes with a smile.

"Yeah," Jimin breathes out, "fiancée," the word seeming foreign to him. Another silence washing over the two of them momentarily.

"Uhm—I think that's their car, we should probably get going," Ryuna breaks the silence, motioning towards the blue Maserati inching near the entrance of the company.

"Right," Jimin says, suddenly coming to his senses and remembering why they were there to begin with.

"So, I'm assuming that your date went horribly," Taehyung snickers.

"No shit, Taehyung," you scoff.

"Can't have been worse than Kayden though, he was a whole nightmare," Taehyung retorts.

"Okay be serious now, Kayden was not that bad," you speak in defense of your ex-boyfriend. You admit he was slightly slow when it came to relationships, but he was a good man and definitely not the kind of person Taehyung was trying to paint him as—especially knowing the fact that he's dated women far, far worse than Kayden who was trying his best.

"Yeah, yeah," Taehyung rolls his eyes. "Keep defending him."

"Don't make me bring up Hazel," you counter.

Taehyung gasps, "Is that supposed to be offensive? Hazel was—

"A wretched witch, that's what she was," you finish his sentence for him. It's been years and you know Taehyung won't admit Hazel for what she was but that didn't stop you from praying that perhaps one day Taehyung would realize the toxicity that woman had spread through his life throughout the course of their relationship.

"She was not," he says in the same defensive tone you'd spoken in a few minutes prior.

"Yeah right. She was probably the most manipulative woman I've ever met," you argue.

"Name one thing she's done that would make you say that," Taehyung says in a demanding tone.

"One?" You laugh, "I can name five."

"Oh yeah? Go ahead, I'm listening," Taehyung challenges.

"She asked you for money at any given moment. Never paid for anything when you two went out. Didn't care about you at all, I only ever saw you running after her. Was extremely possessive of you, she fucking tore my dress and pretended it was an accident because apparently I'm too close to you for a best friend. And may I add she was manipulative as hell, and the funny part is that you still don't realize it. Oh, and may I add that she was persistent to have your kids despite you telling her repeatedly that you weren't ready for kids. And, she also forced you into letting her move in with you even though you refused."

You take a breath once you're finished sparing a glare over at Taehyung's direction. "It's a good thing I made you break up with her or else I swear I would've killed her myself."

Taehyung looks disgruntled once you've finished your rant. "Okay..." he says slowly, "but that still doesn't change the fact that Kayden was a lousy boyfriend."

"That's a whole different story, Taehyung," you retort, "he was just a little nervous because it was his first time dating someone, he was trying his best okay?"

"Trying his best," Taehyung laughs, "come on Y/N, you deserve better than to be taken to a McDonald's drive-thru for a date."

"That was a one time thing, Taehyung," you exclaim, "and it was actually sort of cute."

"I'd do better," he mutters under his breath, but you catch on easily.

"You think you could do better?" You challenge.

"I think I could, actually," he says, facing you at the red light, "effortlessly," he says the word in a way which you could make out as him accepting your challenge.

"Renting out a restaurant and all the luxuries doesn't make a good date, nor does it make you a good boyfriend, Kim," you scoff, "what matters is that it comes from the heart."

"Yeah, yeah," he dismisses, "I'll show you what makes a good boyfriend when Paris welcomes us with open arms this weekend."

"Oh right, that's this week, isn't it?" You ask Taehyung.

He nods as the car comes to a halt outside the company. "We're supposed to attend together."

"Right," you mumble, not liking the idea of attending the annual business gala with Taehyung as a couple.

"Jimin and Iseul are attending together," Taehyung informs you. "Jihyo said she wanted to come along this time too, since the event is in Paris."

"Well if everyone's planning on going then I suppose I should ask Ryuna if she wants to come along," you ponder.

"Yeah, you should. It'll be a nice little trip," Taehyung smiles. "Well, I'll go get the files, just give me two minutes," Taehyung says to you. "Unless you want to come along."

You think for a moment, "I think I will come along actually." You say with no intention of leaving. You'd been treated to a day off by your father since you'd out half the day either way. You were aware that Taehyung had plenty of work to finish, but what was the fun if you didn't sit and bother him for a while.

It doesn't take long for Taehyung to pull the car into the basement of the high-rise building and for him to escort you out of his car and lead you to the elevator.

You're greeted with a bow by Mrs. Kang outside of Taehyung's office, which you reciprocate happily.

Stepping inside Taehyung's office, you're easily distracted by him unbuttoning his blazer, letting it slip off his shoulders then throwing it on the gray, velvet couch. You watch as he walks over to his desk and skims over a few files and picks them up.

"Let's go," he says, turning his head to your direction, but his eyes are still on the blue file in his grip. By the time he averts his eyes to you, you've already made yourself comfortable on the couch. He gives you a questioning look.

"I think I'm fine here actually," you give him a playful look.

"Okay..." he responds, unable to comprehend your sudden change of plans, but he doesn't question it.

Soon enough Taehyung has made himself busy with work, not bothering to acknowledge your presence in the room.

You've scrolled through Instagram for a good twenty minutes before coming to the conclusion that you're bored. You could go home and watch something, perhaps take a nap. Your gaze then falls upon your best friend, it'd been a while since you'd gotten the opportunity to annoy the crap out of him.

Leaving your phone on the couch, you walk over to his desk, taking a seat in one of the swivel office chairs placed on the other side of his end of the desk.

You internally scoff when he doesn't even bother to look up at you.

"Taehyung, are you almost done? I was thinking we could go watch a movie," you voice your thoughts.

You frown when he doesn't respond, you doubt he'd even heard you. "Taehyung," you say his name again, a little louder this time. He's too engrossed in his work to notice your presence.

"Kim Taehyung," you try a third time, almost shouting.

"Y/N," he clenches his jaw. "I'm busy, can't you see?"

"I can see that," you roll your eyes at the obvious, "which is why I asked when you'd be done."

"Not sure," he responds curtly, "if you need a ride home, I can call my driver."

Calling a driver wasn't a problem, you could've called your own, but you'd appreciate it if Taehyung would drive you home instead. There was just something about his company that you couldn't get enough of, he's like a drug—you just can't get enough of him.

"No, can you drive me home instead?" You ask.

"I said I'm busy Y/N," he repeated a second time.

"And when will you be done?" You repeat the question a second time.

"I told you, I don't know," he gives you a look of distaste. "Don't you have to get back to work?"

You smile, "I took a day off."

"Okay, then go do something. You don't have to stay here all day," he informs you.

"Which is why I asked when you'd be done. We can go watch a movie together," you tell him.

"What part of 'I am busy' do you not understand, Y/N?" He gives you a stern look.

"All of it," you grin.

He runs his tongue through the inside of his cheek, "Y/N, I recommend you go and sit your pretty ass on that couch again, before I make you."

You sigh, "fine, I'll stop bothering you."

You're assuming that a few minutes pass in silence, you continue to stare at the man working diligently before you. Analyzing his every move, the way his eyebrows furrowed at the slightest error in the documents. His fingers gracing the ends of the page before flipping it. The way his eyes narrowed every so slightly while writing an email.

You'd been staring at him in such depth, you didn't realize when several minutes had gone by. He finally speaks, "are you just going to keep watching me like a creep."

You break out of the trance and look at him cluelessly. He chuckles faintly, "is this how you're planning on spending your day off? Go spend some time with Ryuna," he suggests.

"If only I knew where she is," you scoff.

"What do you mean?" He raises a brow.

"She left this morning, said she has to do something. I have no idea," you narrate.

"I see," he hums, "so I'm assuming you're planning on bothering me all day then?"

"No," you say in your defense, getting up from the chair and making way to the large panes of windows behind Taehyung's desk, wanting to admire the view. "I'll keep myself busy," you conclude.

He shrugs in response. "Suit yourself."

City views and skylines have always had your whole heart, you could watch them all day. Right now, however, you were a little more than distracted by the reflection of Taehyung in the window. His ocean deep voice hits your ears as he leans back in his chair, one hand holding up his phone to his ear, mid conversation with god knows who, while he clicked a pen with the other hand. It was only human that the image distracted you.

"That's right," he says on his end of the call, his voice low and raspy.

You watch as he turns ever so slightly, locking eyes with you through the reflection. "'Stop bothering me' huh?" You mutter under your breath.

Turning around, you catch his eye, his lips curl upwards in satisfaction.

"Yes, that will do. Thank you," he says to the latter before hanging up.

"What happened to the whole 'don't bother me, I'm busy' thing?" You ask once he's finished with his call.

"What about it? I was looking outside, it looks like it's about to rain," he says nonchalantly.

"Yeah right," you scoff, perching yourself on an armrest of the black chair Taehyung was already seated on. Proud that you were finally a few inches taller than him briefly.

"Go ahead, do your work. I won't bother you," you say with a teasing smile.

He groans, "Y/N, you're distracting me."

"How, exactly? I can be very helpful," you retort. As if on cue, the black telephone intercom placed on his desk rings. Beating Taehyung to the act, you pick up the call gracefully, "Yes?" You grin sheepishly as Taehyung gives you a death stare.

"Mr. Kim? Yes, he's very busy right now," you say with a frown. "You can let me know, I can pass on the message."

"Y/N," Taehyung warns through gritted teeth.

"Who are you speaking to? I would be Mr. Kim's fi—"

But you're cut off as Taehyung takes the phone from you, giving you a menacing stare.

"I'm right here Mrs. Imai," Taehyung confirms over the phone.

"In an hour?" Taehyung repeats over the phone.

"I will," he affirms his attendance at what you assumed to be a meeting. "Thank you," he says before putting the phone down.

"Are you fucking crazy? What did you drink this morning?" He asks you, you were really testing his patience.

"I was trying to be helpful," you shrug.

"Are you drunk?" He asks, getting up from his chair, and pulling you by your arm.

"I mean, I might've had a little bit to drink at the restaurant. It was just a little bit though," you say with a pout.

"God Y/N, you're really killing me today," he lets out an exasperated sigh.

"I'm not drunk, Taehyung," you scoff, pulling your arm out of his hold, "I'm just trying to make use of my day off and help you."

"You want to help me?" He asks. You nod in response.

"Go get me some tea from downstairs, I have a meeting in an hour," he instructs.

"Why can't you ask Mrs. Choi?" You question.

"You said you wanted to help me, did you not? Besides, Mrs. Choi is out for the afternoon," he tells you.

"Can you come with me?" You plead. You hated going out in public alone, and Taehyung knew that.

His eyes soften, "fine."

But you start to regret asking him to accompany you once he gets started with his endless nagging about you needing to be more careful, all the way to the lobby. "How many times have I told you not to drink so much," Taehyung scolds you as the two of you walk out of the elevator.

He knows you have a low alcohol tolerance (even though you deny the fact every time), which is why he worries for you endlessly when you go out alone or with other friends. Hell, he didn't even leave you alone when you went out with past boyfriends, worrying you'd drink too much and he didn't trust the other men one bit to look after you.

"I didn't drink too much," you whine, "I only had three—or I think four shots of whiskey."

"You what?" He exclaims.

"I needed something to help me cope, that guy was a nightmare," you defend yourself.

"Remind me to never let you go on a date again," Taehyung concludes.

"That would mean we'd have to marry each other, smartass," you remind him.

"That's not a problem if it means I can keep my eyes on you 24/7," he says nonchalantly.

Your mind drifts off to two days ago, 'and now?' His voice still running laps around your mind. You quickly divert your mind to the task at hand, tea, making sure a knowing heat doesn't creep onto your cheeks. Before you know it, you're standing in front of the counter at Starbucks.

"One 'Earl Grey Tea' and one 'Reserve Latte'," Taehyung orders effortlessly, knowing your go-to order.

"I'll pay," he says, pulling out his black card, pushing your hand that gripped your own black card away from the credit card machine.

"Is paying for beverages from Starbucks that cost $15 going to boost your ego?" You question.

"Is it going to bruise yours?" He retorts.

"Not my ego, might bruise my multi-billion dollar net worth though, so be my guest," you say, moving your hand away from the machine, giving him a smug look.

"Maybe the McDonald's drive-thru is the best for you," he mutters under his breath while tapping his card on the machine.

You swat his arm, he laughs as he collects the tray consisting of the two beverages. You were surprised the drinks were made so quickly but presumed it was due to the fact the CEO of the company had made an order.

"What? I thought you said it was cute," Taehyung pushes.

"It was," you conclude, taking your coffee from the tray, not wanting any more discussion on the matter.

"We'll see about that," he mumbles.

Yeah, whatever that meant.

"Yes Mr. Miller, I am well aware," he says lazily over the phone, a black file gripped in one hand and a cell phone in the other, an expression one that someone would make out as annoyance while his secretary followed closely behind him, carrying the man's beige blazer as the two of them stepped into the lobby of Kim Enterprises. The man's brown, mullet length hair blows as the air conditioning of the building hits his face.

He rolls his eyes, listening to the latter bargain from the other side.

"Mr. Miller," he interrupts the man mid sentence, "I am sure you are aware I am out of the country."

He scoffs at hearing the man respond with a 'yes'.

"Well then I'm sure you are also aware that I cannot help you in the matter."

"Yes sir," the man admits his defeat.

"Yes sir," he repeats the words under his breath in annoyance. "Do me a favour and don't call me back until you've paid my father back the amount you owe him, yeah?"

His tone crystal clear, everything about him screamed rich—or perhaps a spoiled only-child, maybe both.

"Y-yes sir," the latter says for a second time.

"Calling my lawyer is as easy as it was for you to call me to come begging at my feet, you hear me? Then you can go plead to the authorities," He runs his tongue through the inside of cheek, scoffing as he hangs up. Once the black iPhone 13 Pro had found its place in the pocket of his light beige slacks that went with the rest of his three piece suit, he turns to face his secretary, "the audacity of that—"

He's cut off by his phone ringing once again. Smiling, he picks up at seeing it's his mother, "yes mom?"

"Did you get there safely?" His mother asks in worry. Her child was 26-years-old yet she couldn't help but worry when he travelled on his own.

"Yes mom," he smiles, "I got here safe."

"Did you eat anything?" She asks, if it was up to her she would even ship a private jet full of food for her son.

"Yes mom, I ate. My love for food is too strong for me to starve for seven hours," he chuckles into the phone.

"Still haven't changed huh?"

The man turns around to face the owner of the voice, scanning his friend from head to toe, "well, well, Park Jimin."

You see Jimin from the corner of your eye but you have no idea why he’s standing in the lobby of the company nor who he’s currently mid conversation with. So you decide not to pay much attention to it, instead focusing on Taehyung and his tea.

"I can't understand how you manage to drink that crap," you make a face while Taehyung takes a sip of his Earl Grey.

He looks offended as he glances in your direction, "I could say the same about that shit," he motions to your latte.

And of course you had to take that personally because you were convinced that lattes were the greatest drinks created, and Taehyung knew that very well.

"Be serious, Taehyung. You only drink that," once again you make a face at his tea, "because you hate coffee."

"And it's a good thing too," he says.

You take a sip of your latte once again, "you're missing out on a whole lot of goodness here."

He gives you a knowing look, "I know."

Friendly (somewhat) arguments with Taehyung were something you'd never skip on, the two of you would always look back at the argument minutes later and laugh at the stupidity. Bullying Taehyung was your hobby, and you knew it was his hobby to bully you. But you put a pause to the discussion at hand once you'd caught a glimpse of Jimin standing near the entrance of the Lobby.

"Why is Jimin standing there?" You think out loud.

"Maybe because he owns the company, doll," Taehyung says in a sarcastic manner.

You want to scowl at the name, but you're too preoccupied at trying to catch a glimpse of the man Jimin was busy talking to. And when you do, it's nothing less of a surprise. You didn't expect to be seeing that face six years after he'd disappeared off to Singapore.

"Jeon Jungkook?"

It couldn’t be him, could it?

"So you're engaged?" Jungkook questions.

"I guess you could say that," you respond, "more like a mutual agreement between both our families."

You, Ryuna, Jimin, Taehyung, and of course Jungkook, were currently seated in the lounge of Jimin's office. At first you had to make a double take, thinking you were seeing things. But it turns out you were right, it had turned out to be Jungkook. He'd just landed from Singapore, Ryuna explained to you, he was here for Jimin's engagement party and wedding.

"And you both agreed to it?" He inquired, surprised at the piece of information. "I always expected Taehyung to marry someone deplorable."

"I'm sorry, what?" Taehyung remarks in disbelief.

Jungkook chuckles. "What I meant is, I thought I'd see you with someone a little... astray from your family's honourable name, disgraceful even might I say. Whereas Y/N is quite the opposite. She's gorgeous, well cultured, well mannered, knowledgeable, there's a reason why they've picked her for you. But I think she's slightly awry of your type." He gives you a small smile. You blush at his endless praise for you.

While Taehyung looks outraged. "Awry of my type? Disgraceful? Deplorable?"

"Maybe add 'uncultured' to that list," Jungkook says in thought.

"What do you know about my type, Jungkook?" Taehyung asks through gritted teeth.

"I think the list of questionable people you've dated says enough," Jungkook says-matter-of-factly.

"The one that only dated you for your money—what was her name again? Hazel," Jimin adds to the conversation.

Taehyung gives Jimin a glare, which Jimin shrugs off with an amused smile.

"Just look at this, Y/N has a day off, but has he taken you anywhere?" Jungkook directs the question to you.

"Pulling him out of work is as hard as lifting a boulder with your bare arms," Ryuna remarks.

"I told him we should go watch a movie," you accuse Taehyung. "But as usual, he's too busy. Speaking of which, you have a meeting in five minutes."

"You've had her memorize your entire schedule?" Jungkook asks in disbelief. "God, you really don't know how to treat a woman right, do you?"

Taehyung seems flabbergasted at the sudden insults being thrown at him from all directions.

"I'll take you out to watch a movie, then we can go have dinner together," Jungkook says to you.

"That's really sweet of you, Jungkook, but you must be exhausted, you should go get some rest," you attempt to decline the offer.

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me, we can relive some old times," Jungkook argues.

"What old times?" Taehyung snorts.

"Has your memory dried out?" Jungkook snickers, "me and Y/N used to be best friends, two peas in a pod."

"Best friends my foot," Taehyung mutters under his breath.

"Loosen up a bit, yeah?" Jungkook says to Taehyung. "Is he always like this?" The man asks you.

"Basically," you giggle as Taehyung gives you a look of disbelief.

"I'd love for you to join us," Jungkook says to Jimin and Ryuna.

"I actually have to go to a friend's place, so I think I'll pass," Ryuna declines politely.

"And you?" Jungkook motions to Jimin.

"I'm taking Iseul out tonight, so I'll pass," Jimin says. The glance Ryuna gives Jimin doesn't go unnoticed by you.

Jungkook's eyes light up, "now this is how a man should treat his woman," he throws a look to Taehyung, "I'm sure you must be busy too, Park?"

"Indeed," Jimin counters.

"I rest my case. Shall we go, Y/N?" Jungkook concludes. "I hope you still love Mexican cuisine."

"Oh, I love Mexican," you nearly salivate at the mention.

"And triple fudge ice cream for dessert?" He names your favourite flavour of ice cream.

"You still remember?" You ask him, surprised that he remembers small details about your preferences.

"Of course I do," he says as if it's the most obvious thing, "I remember every detail about you." Your cheeks flush a deep red.

"Hyung, tell them I couldn't make it to the meeting," Taehyung says to Jimin before you could respond to Jungkook. "I'm coming with you," he looks at you.

"What happened to you being extremely busy?" You scoff.

"I'm not anymore," he responds. "Shall we go then?" He regards Jungkook.

"Of course," Jungkook responds.

A sudden knock on the door interrupts the conversation. Ryuna looks nervous at the thought of Jimin's parents or grandparents being at the door. Similarly nervous, Jimin walks over to the door and opens it slightly and sighs in relief seeing it's Jihyo. She opens the door wider and lets herself in.

Her gaze falls on Jungkook first, not being able to recognize Ryuna through her attire. "Who's this?" She asks her older brother.

"Jungkook," Jimin answers simply. She gives him a questioning look, having no idea who the latter is.

"And this would be your sister?" Jungkook asks Jimin in doubt. Jimin nods.

"Park Jihyo," she introduces herself to him with a smile.

"Jeon Jungkook," he does the same.

"And that is...?" She looks towards Ryuna.

"Take a closer look," Jimin encourages.

You watch as her eyes widen once she realizes that it's her best friend, "it can't be." She walks over to Ryuna and pulls her into a hug, "I was starting to think I'll never see you again."

"I missed you so much," Ryuna mumbles into the hug.

"Do we still want to go? Or did you change your mind?" Taehyung challenges Jungkook while Jihyo and Ryuna were busy with their reunion.

"Oh yeah, of course," Jungkook grins, escorting you out of the office which has Taehyung making a face.

"Okay, now tell me the truth, why is he here?" Jihyo asks once the three of you have left. Ryuna and Jimin look at each other hesitantly.

"Oh come on, you don't trust your best friend? And you don't trust your sister?" Ryuna gives them both a look.

Jihyo's eyes light up as Ryuna and Jimin unravel the whole story. Her mouth forms an 'O'. "Why didn't you two tell me beforehand then, I can help too."

"Are you sure about that?" Jimin raises his brow, doubting his sister's abilities.

"Oh I'll do wonders."

"That's wonderful," you tell Jungkook in the car.

"You think so?" Jungkook asks, his tone slightly teasing.

"Of course it is, how many people win a nation scale award for their outstanding achievements?" You boast. Taehyung clears his throat at your remark, you don't pay him any attention.

"How long are you in Seoul for?" You interrogated Jungkook.

"I'm staying for Jimin's engagement party, not so sure if I'll stay for the wedding," Jungkook answers.

"Oh come on," you whine, "stay for the wedding, it'll be fun if you stay. And that reminds me, you're coming to the annual gala right? We're all leaving on Saturday."

"I mean, I wasn't planning on attending this year," he says.

"Everyone's going, me, Taehyung, Jimin, Iseul, Jihyo and I'm sure I can convince Ryuna to come along. It'll be fun if you come too," you place your hand on his bicep, hoping he'd agree.

"If he says he can't come Y/N, I don't think you should pressure him," Taehyung says to you, pulling you away from Jungkook's close proximity.

"But if Y/N wants me to come, I think I'll come along," Jungkook concludes.

Taehyung almost scoffs from beside you.

"Perfect," you exclaim, "it'll be so much fun since everyone's going together. Right Taehyung?" You turn to face your best friend.

"Yeah, real fun," he responds, no sign of enthusiasm in his voice.

Before you could continue your conversation with Jungkook the car comes to a halt and the driver announces that you've arrived.

Doors of both sides of the back door fling open, one of the side Taehyung had been sitting at and the other of the side Jungkook had been sitting at. While you, sitting in the middle, were being offered hands by both men, meaning to help you down.

Before you could be given the chance to choose (which would've been painful regardless), Jungkook's phone rings. He politely excuses himself.

Your eyes find Taehyung's, his hand still outstretched for you to grab onto. Placing your dainty hand in his larger hand, his grasp on you is tight, and protective as he helps you down from the black Mercedes.

You could almost laugh at how protective Taehyung was about every little thing you did, whether that be helping you down the car, or you going out alone. He'd give you a statutory warning for every little thing you did.

"Are you going to be alright? Do you want me to come with you?" You hear Taehyung's worried voice over the phone.

Out of context, hearing his words anyone would probably think you were about to perform a dangerous stunt.

"Taehyung, I'm going to the gas station. Take a breather," you sigh.

"It's way too late for you to be going out to the gas station, alone," he says to you, rubbing his temple.

"It's only eleven, it's not too late. I'll be fine," you argue.

It was one of those days you'd stayed in at the company much later than usual to finish up stuff. As you were leaving you'd remembered that your BMW was running low on fuel and it was way too late to call your driver. He had a family too, you didn't want to bother him at this hour.

It wasn't as big of a deal as Taehyung was making it out to be, all you had to do was go to the gas station.

"Are you going to the one that's closest to the company?" He inquires.

"Yeah," you answer.

"Okay," he says before going quiet, though he doesn't hang up. And you know he won't until you've gotten home and told him you've safely gotten home.

That's Taehyung for you.

As you pull into the curb of the gas station, you see that there are a few cars here and there, not many. You park your car at one of the premium fuel stations, disconnecting your phone from your car's bluetooth, you walk out.

You finally hear shuffling from Taehyung's end of the call, and he speaks, "I have to say, that brown two piece looks great on you."

Your eyes widen, "you're joking."

But he wasn't, you turn around to see Taehyung standing right there, in a white Celine t-shirt and black sweatpants.

You hang up and walk up to him, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

"Tell me you didn't just drive all the way here because of me." Your face still buried in his chest.

"Well, maybe my own vehicle was in need of some fuel," he retorts, his hands stroking your back out of instinct.

"You're fucking crazy, you know?" You laugh.

"I know," he smiles.

"You worry about me too much," you huff. "I'm not a child anymore, Taehyung."

"You're still a child, what do you mean?" He says, pulling at your cheeks.

You swat his hand away, "how am I supposed to carry out any simple task in the future if you keep doing this?"

"You won't have to," he says simply, moving you aside to walk over to where the gas cap of your car was located. "Because I'm never leaving you alone."

"We should just get married at this point," you joke, wrapping your arms around his backside.

"You think?" An amused grin on his face at your suggestion. You hum in response.

"Although, I don't think I'd last a day with your annoying ass," you remark.

"Yeah, yeah, heard that one many times, yet you can't deny the fact that you love me," he gives you a look.

"Who says I'm denying it," you scoff. "I just don't want to admit it, Kim Taehyung."

He chuckles in response.

You could almost laugh at the memory from three years ago. It wasn't the first time you and Taehyung had joked about getting married—he was the father of the dolls you used to call your children 24 years ago, it was instinct that you'd carry it with you. However, never had the two of you thought that this on-going joke between the two of you would find its way into your lives in a way neither of you would've ever thought.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by Jungkook's voice. "I'm really sorry, something really important came up, I'll have to go."

"Oh, that's completely fine. You should go and clear that up," you reassure him.

"Are you sure? I tried convincing them that I can't come but it seems that it's something really important," guilt dripping from his voice.

"It's not a big deal, really. You should go," you give him a smile, encouraging him to leave.

"Thanks, I really wouldn't have gone if it wasn't something important," he says while making his way to the car once again.

Assuring him that it was no big deal, and that the two of you would be just fine without him, you waved off Jungkook. Then turning your attention to Taehyung.

"Let's go," Taehyung says, motioning to the extravagant movie theatre.

"You mean, let's go back," you correct.

He gives you a look, "where do you think you're going?" He takes a hold of your wrist.

"I'll call my driver, he can drop you off and then drive me home," you tell him.

"And for what reason exactly?" He questions you.

"You have work that you left unfinished because of me, Tae. I didn't mean to bring you here while you were working, if Jungkook didn't force you to then I really would've left after finishing the coffee," you give him an apologetic look.

"If I recall correctly, Jungkook was going to take you. I volunteered to come along," he informs you.

"Okay, but you still have work. So let's go back," you say once again.

"I'm never busy for you. I thought you knew that," he reminds you.

"Taehyung," you whine, already feeling really guilty that he'd left all his pending work to accompany you.

Taehyung gives you a stern look, "are you coming or do you want me to pick you up again." He threatens you.

Mumbling a 'fine', you finally accept your defeat and follow Taehyung inside.

You're confused when Taehyung leads you away from the ticket booth, but instead to a different counter.

"Reservation for Kim Taehyung," he says authoritatively.

You spare him a look of question.

"Oh, Mr. Kim," the young woman greets him enthusiastically, "you're here early, but your reservation is ready." She informs him. "Room number five on the right."

"Thank you," he says, flashing the woman a charming smile.

"He's so fine," you hear the woman squeal to her co-worker as you follow Taehyung's lead to the instructed 'room'.

"Taehyung, what is going on?" You question him.

"You told me you wanted to go see a movie. I texted Mrs. Kang at the time and told her to reserve a room at the movie theatre. I was planning on taking you once I was finished with my work, but it worked out so it's fine," he narrates as if it was as simple as that.

"So, you're telling me that you reserved a room at the movie theatre, because I told you I wanted to watch a movie?" You attempt to comprehend the situation.

He halts in his steps and turns to face you. You try to ignore the faint screams the women at the counter let out at catching a glimpse of Taehyung's face for a second time.

"Yes..." he states as if it's the most obvious thing.

"Are you crazy?" You ask, giving him a look.

"I mean, I may have lost a few brain cells when you threw a ball at my head back in high school," he recalls.

"That was an accident," you groan at the memory. "And besides, you didn't have any brain cells to begin with."

"Ouch," he says sarcastically, holding his left pec.

"You're such a drama queen," you roll your eyes and push him to your reserved room.

The two of you are welcomed in by numerous staff members that wheeled a number of carts loaded with delectable snacks.

You pull Taehyung with you to the seats that would give you the best view and allow the employees to wheel the trays with them. Already presented with a grand selection of snacks to choose from, you decide to focus on the movie first as it starts.

The movie already interests you as soon as it begins and you're quite intrigued by the halfway mark. That's when you notice Taehyung's slumbering head on your shoulder.

You smile to yourself. He really is a big baby.

And that’s led you to having an enjoyable movie experience, all you needed was some food and Taehyung by your side—quite literally.

"So, how was the movie?" Taehyung asks as the two of you walk outside after the movie had finished and you shook Taehyung awake.

"It was great," you respond enthusiastically, "but the food was better."

Taehyung chuckles, knowing your love for food all too well. "Well I hope you still have some room left for dinner. You wanted Mexican?"

Your eyes light up at the mention of Mexican cuisine.

"What am I going to do without you, Taehyung?" You question, mostly to yourself. "What should I do? Shall I marry you?" You give him a teasing look.

A smile makes way onto his gorgeous face and looks you in the eye, "the offer still stands, doll."

"I wouldn't want to torture you in such a treacherous way," you retort.

"Can you imagine that though? Us getting married." An amused grin on Taehyung's face.

A look of disgust is evident on your face which encourages Taehyung to keep going. "Living in the same house, sharing a room, sharing a bed, cooking meals for each other."

"That doesn't sound too bad—especially the 'living in the same house' part," you counter. You still remember how the two of you would always talk about living together in the future while you were kids. Taehyung had even asked you to move in with him after university, but you'd declined.

But Taehyung isn't done yet, "showering together, kissing, making out, having sex, having kids together."

"Shut up," you groan, hitting his arm.

"Can you imagine us making out?" Taehyung snickers.

You suddenly regret considering his words and every image that flashes through your mind.

Taehyung's teasing still doesn't stop. "And having sex—

"Shut up," you cover his mouth, "I did not need that visual," you exclaim.

Finally making it to his Maserati that was now parked outside, you presumed his driver had dropped it off, you're grateful for the silence once you're seated in the passenger seat. Any attempt you were making to unsee the horrid images of you and Taehyung allegedly making out was unsuccessful.

"So, what exactly did you picture?" Taehyung asks after a moment.

If your eyes could kill, they definitely would've slaughtered Taehyung at that moment, "just driving the fucking car."

"Are you sure you don't want me to bring something on Friday?" Jimin asks Iseul, still unsure.

"I'm sure," she smiles, "I think they'll be more than happy to just see you."

"I hope so," he attempts to joke.

"It'll be fine, you don't need to bring anything," Iseul reassures her fiancé as the black Porsche comes to a stop before her apartment complex.

Jimin turns off the engine and makes his way out of the car, walking over to the passenger side of his car, he helps Iseul out of the car.

"Thanks," she says quietly.

There would be many people strolling around in the area as the complex was a closed off and sophisticated area. Hence, Jimin doesn't pay much attention to the inaudible voices he hears nearing them.

"You can stay the night, you know," a man says.

"That would just be too much of a hassle for you, Yoongi," a feminine voice responds, a voice too familiar to Jimin.

Jimin turns around, his eyes catching Ryuna's figure immediately.

Ryuna almost stops in her tracks once her eyes catch Jimin's.

"Ryuna," he says softly.

"Jimin," she follows his actions.

Coming to his senses he remembers of Iseul's presence."This is Iseul. Iseul, this is—um—Ryuna. Y/N's sister."

Ryuna's gaze falls upon the diamond engagement ring wrapped around Iseul's rings finger. "It's great to finally meet you," Ryuna says to the latter, smiling.

"Ryuna, so I guess you really do exist," she smiles widely, "Jimin never stops talking about you."

Ryuna's glances at Jimin, he averts his attention elsewhere. "Oh, does he? Well I hope they're the few nice things about me."

"There are a lot of nice things about you," Jimin doesn't stop himself from saying.

Ryuna clears her throat. "Anyways, Yoongi, this is Jimin."

"I guess it's safe to say I've heard a lot about you too," Yoongi says to Jimin.

Jimin purses his lips, "I see."

"I hope we aren't interrupting anything," Iseul asks cautiously, sensing the tense air.

"Oh, no, no. I was actually just leaving. Although Yoongi was insisting I stay over," Ryuna explains to the two of them. Though Ryuna doesn't miss the piercing stare Jimin had fixated on Yoongi.

"Well, Jimin, you should give her a ride home," Iseul insists.

"If you need a ride home, I can drop you off. I was headed that way either way," Jimin offers, still not looking Ryuna in the eyes.

"It's fine, I'll give you a ride home," Yoongi counters happily.

"It's okay, Yoongi. Jimin's headed that way anyways, I don't want you to make a trip all the way there," Ryuna declines politely.

Once Iseul and Yoongi had gone their respective ways and were out of sight, Ryuna and Jimin were left in each other's company once again.

"Do you need a formal invite?" Jimin asks harshly, motioning towards the open door of the passenger seat of the car.

Ryuna silently seats herself into the car. The silence in the car more than suffocating and insufferable once Jimin had sat himself in the driver's seat and the car was on the road.

"What've been telling her about me?" Ryuna asks, trying to keep the mood light.

"It's nothing bad, don't worry," Jimin keeps his response curt, eyes staying on the road. "Hopefully the same goes for what you've told your boyfriend about me."

"He's not my boyfriend," Ryuna says sharply.

"Doesn't seem like it," Jimin scoffs. "Should've stayed the night if he was asking you to."

"What does it matter to you?" Ryuna retorts, equally as witty.

"That's true, why should it matter to me?" He questions. "I wish it was as easy for me to move on the way it is for you. I hope you know I've dated a number of girls after you left, in hopes of getting you out of my mind. But I wish it was as easy as you make it seem."

"Stop the car," Ryuna demands.

Jimin doesn't pay her any attention, she raises her voice. "Jimin, stop the fucking car."

The car comes to an abrupt halt at the side of the road.

Ryuna doesn't waste any time to open the door and walk out, she had no idea where she was going, but she'd made up her mind—she needed to stay away from Jimin.

She hears the door of Jimin's car open and close, but she doesn't regard it.

Jimin's hand grasps her elbow, preventing her from going any further. "How far do you think you'll go, huh?" He questions angrily. "Do you think I'll just forget about you if you keep running away from me, Ryuna?"

His words prick her like needles, but she can't bring herself to face him, but his next set of words ignite a fire through her. "Was it that easy for you to replace me?"

She turns to face the man and smiles, pulling her phone out of her pocket and turning the screen to him.

Jimin's eyes avert to the lock screen of Ryuna's phone, it was the picture of Jimin she'd taken on the last date they'd gone on before Ryuna left.

"763 days, and not once have I even considered changing this," Ryuna tells him harshly.

"Then why him?" Jimin refers to Yoongi.

"He's a friend, Jimin," she lets out an exasperated sigh, "there's no one else in my heart."

"Other than me?" Jimin questions.

Ryuna looks away. "That shouldn't matter to you. You're getting married soon, it'd be better if you focus on your fiancée."

"But I love you, what am I supposed to do about that?" Jimin looks her in the eyes. "I can't love anyone other than you."

"Then just stop Jimin!" Ryuna's voice comes out in a shout. "Just stop loving me, please. You need her for your own good, not me. I can't give you anything other than heartbreak, Jimin. You deserve better."

"I need you," Jimin replies, the fear of losing her once again in his eyes.

Ryuna shakes her head and smiles at him softly. "You'll learn to love her. You need her, not me."

She backs out of his hold slowly, "get home safely, please."

"Is the ice cream good?" Taehyung asks you.

You were currently sitting in the passenger seat of Taehyung's car, enjoying the cup of ice cream you'd gotten from Baskin Robins.

You hum in response, "it's really good." You bring the pink spoon of ice cream to Taehyung's lips as the car stops at a red light.

He nods once he comprehends the flavours on his tongue, "it is really good."

Taehyung being the angel he was, had not only treated you to the Mexican cuisine you'd been craving all day, but also ice cream as a form of (second) dessert.

By the time the car was standing outside your apartment complex, you had already finished the ice cream. And like every time it comes to you needing to leave Taehyung's company, you feel a pit in your stomach. Maybe you were finally starting to consider the whole living together thing Taehyung had proposed to you years ago.

"I'll see you on Saturday then," he says, a glint of mischief in his eyes, but you disregard that.

"You better wake up on time," you scoff, knowing his habit of never waking up on time when he needed to get somewhere.

"I will, don't worry," he responds with a laugh. "Now go on," he says, motioning you to leave.

You give him a look, he never wants you to leave, "what is with you?"

"Go on, you'll see," he says, giving you a smug look.

You almost laugh in response, but realize he was being serious. You step out of the car skeptically. What on Earth was going on in his mind?

"I'll be a little busy tomorrow, but I'll give you a call," he reassures you.

You grin, "I'll be waiting then." And with that, he drives off, probably with the hopes of you getting home quicker. Why exactly? You had no idea.

Once you step inside your penthouse, you're greeted by the darkness of your foyer, but the faint sound of the TV playing from the living room.

Walking into the living room you see Ryuna on the couch, you weren't sure what she was busy watching but you're more concerned at the fact that she looked as if she'd been crying. But you decide not to startle her.

"You're back early? I expected you to be out longer, you haven't seen Yoongi in a while," you attempt to start a conversation.

"Ah, well, he has work tomorrow so I didn't want to keep him up for too long," she reasons, covering up her obvious sorrow with a light tone. "Oh and, there was a package for you outside the door when I got back."

"Outside the door? That's strange," you ponder, knowing that your packages were always delivered in the mailbox downstairs.

"I don't know, I just put it in your room," Ryuna informs you.

Curious, you decide to go have a look yourself. However, the scene in your room doesn't surprise you to the least, you see a brown box with a large label placed on your bed. Though the curiosity bubbling in you doesn't die down so easily, especially after seeing the box being labeled as 'Handle With Care: Fragile'. Cutting a slit through the gap between the two flaps held together by clear tape, you open the box effortlessly, but it's the contents interior of the box that surprise you.

Wrapped elegantly with white parchment paper and tied together with a black ribbon, you're not sure what you're looking at but you're quickly distracted by the small note placed over the package.

┌─ ─┐

Make this dress look gorgeous

on Monday, pretty girl :)

— your Tae

└─ ─┘

You're practically speechless, not wanting to believe the insanity of this man. You put the note aside and quickly unwrap the dress. It was safe to say that you're awestruck.

It was a glossy red satin floor length ball gown with an off-the-shoulder V neckline and a rhinestone belt at waistline with the front that came to a close with the Chanel emblem. Your breath is only stolen further when you see the lace up back of the dress.

The thought of Taehyung going out and picking out this dress for you has you blushing like a high schooler. And that can only intensify when your phone dings, indicating a notification and you can just tell that it's Taehyung.

[Tae] hope you like it, doll

This man is really going to drive you insane.

"The meeting with Mr. Anderson at eleven, and the meeting with Mr. Lee at three thirty," you confirm with your secretary once you've looked through your schedule for the day. "And what about the meeting with Mrs. Johnson that I had scheduled for today at five?"

You watch as she averts her gaze elsewhere. "Um—Mr. Y/L/N had informed me that he wants your schedule cleared after five. I have rescheduled the meeting with Mrs. Johnson for tomorrow at ten."

You let out an exasperated sigh, this was getting way too out of hand. "You did not consult me on the matter," you interrogate your now terrified looking secretary.

It takes you a moment to realize that there was no point in questioning your secretary when you should be questioning your father. "You know what? You can go, I'll have to talk to my father, actually."

Relief washes over your secretary as she doesn't waste a moment to take a leave from your office.

You immediately press on your father's contact and spare him a call. You understand that you'd agreed to this but it doesn't change the fact that you hated when people interfered with your work—he could've at least discussed it with you.

It only took for him to pick up your call for you to go off on your father. "Dad, you could've at least talked to me before telling my secretary to clear off my schedule for the evening. You know how important that meeting is, if I had settled matters during the meeting today I wouldn't have to push things till the end of the week. I have to leave on Saturday, you know that."

Your father lets you take a breath before responding to your rant. "Are you done? Can I speak now?"

You mumble a 'yes' and he proceeds.

"The date is at six, your schedule would've been too tight after the meeting, and you would've needed time to get ready which is why I told your secretary to clear off your schedule for the evening."

You pinch the bridge of your nose, "but you could've talked to me first, dad."

"Y/N," he coaxes you. "It's just one evening, you'll be fine. And trust me, you will not need to go on dates after this one—you won't want to."

The clear confidence in his voice terrifies you, "dad, you're scaring me."

He laughs at your confession. "He's the only son of a good friend of mine. I'm sure you'll love him."

"Right..." you respond slowly, not knowing how to take the information. The only son of a good friend of your father's, should be a catch.

"Is Mr. Park in his office?" Taehyung asks Mrs. Choi.

"I believe so. I was told he was to attend a meeting this morning, he should be back by now," the woman informs Taehyung.

Taehyung leans back on his chair, still scanning the document in his hand thoroughly. "Please find out, and let him know there is something I'd like to discuss with him regarding the acquisition of Rkive."

"Yes, Mr. Kim," she replies, bowing at Taehyung and taking her leave from his office.

Taehyung was a busy man, there was no doubt about that, but his schedule was pretty much insane these next few days. The next few minutes pass in silence as he reviews a few documents waiting for Jimin's pressense to fill his office.

"You called for me?" Jimin's voice resounds in Taehyung's office, he looks up from the paper he was reading through.

"Yeah, needed to talk about the deal with Rkive," Taehyung informs him.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Jimin interrogates.

"No, just needed to make sure you went through everything before I finalize the purchase agreement. I've secured the financing already," Taehyung says to Jimin, handing him a file.

Jimin skims through the file, "I've looked through these already, you can move forward with the agreement. Send me the documents once you've finished the statement, I'll sign them."

"Okay then, I'll let Namjoon know that we're on the final stages of the documentation," Taehyung concludes before he's distracted by a series of notifications showing up on his phone's screen.

"Y/N?" Jimin questions, not sparing a glance at Taehyung's phone.

"Shouldn't concern you," Taehyung seethes at his cousin.

"Ouch," Jimin says ironically, looking away and letting Taehyung text you back. Not that it was anything personal.

[Y/N] Dad really isn't letting me breath

[Y/N] Set me up for another date

[Y/N] Apparently some son of his friends'

[Y/N] He says I'll love him

[Y/N] And that I won't need to go on another date after him

Jimin glances at Taehyung at hearing him scoff under his breath, "what happened?"

"Her dad's sending her on another date. Some son of his friend, and he claims that she'll love him, that she won't need to go on another date after him," Taehyung narrates to Jimin.

He hums in response, "I see. And why exactly has that gotten you so worked up?"

Taehyung shoots a glare in Jimin's direction, "I happen to be her best friend, Mr. Park." He says through gritted teeth.

"You act more like her boyfriend though," Jimin mutters under his breath, although it was loud enough for Taehyung to hear. But before Taehyung could respond, the latter quickly changes the topic. "Anyways, you said she's going on a date with a son of one of her dad's friends."

"Didn't I just say that, genius?" Taehyung grimaces, though Jimin ignores the comment.

"That's strange because Jungkook was telling me, his dad set him up for a blind date. And—correct me if I'm mistaken—Y/N's dad and Jungkook's dad are friends."

Taehyung freezes, slowly comprehending the situation, "so you're telling me that Y/N's going on a date with that crackpot?"

"I'm only making assumptions, not that it matters anyways," Jimin addresses casually. "Speaking of Y/N, I heard you bought her a dress for the gala."

"How do you know that?" Taehyung raises his brows.

"I overheard Mrs. Choi and Mrs. Lee talking. Mrs. Choi was saying it was the most gorgeous dress she's ever encountered."

"Now that's a bit of an exaggeration. Yes, I bought the dress for her because it's a great dress but I'm sure she'll make the dress look even better," Taehyung tells Jimin nonchalantly.

"I don't doubt that one bit," Jimin agrees. "And I'm sure she'll look great tonight as well. Jungkook was telling me that his father made a reservation at Pierre Gagnaire, well that would be the case for Y/N if I'm right, but I highly doubt it."

But Taehyung had stopped listening as soon as he'd heard Jimin utter the name 'Pierre Gagnaire'—the most expensive and luxurious restaurant in all of Seoul. Taehyung knew that Jimin was just making assumptions but that didn't stop him from envisioning scenarios of you and Jungkook on a date together, and like Jimin had said, you'd look absolutely stunning.

You looked absolutely stunning. Usually you weren't one for self-praise, but you had to be honest, you really did look gorgeous. What you wore wasn't much, just a black mini dress, though you had to admit, the dress hugged all your curves with perfection. Ryuna had insisted on helping you with your makeup and there was no doubt that she'd done an amazing job. Your plan wasn't to seduce this man on your first date with him, but your father had been quite persistent on the fact that he would be the one for you—and your father wouldn't just say that about anyone, which eventually had you convinced that there was probably something appealing about this mysterious man.

"You look so pretty," Ryuna says, "you'll literally have this man on his knees in seconds."

You give her a look, "yeah, suddenly I don't wanna go."

"Oh shut up, you'll absolutely kill it," Ryuna scoffs, shoving you out the door as you're pulling on your heels. "Good luck," she almost snickers.

"Thanks," you scowl, "I'll definitely be needing it."

You really don't know what to expect once you're there. You don't know who this man is, what he does, all you were given was the venue—which surprised you, Pierre Gagnaire wasn't any small deal.

Curiosity was getting the best of you, you couldn't lie, but you were also extremely nervous.

Once your driver parks your car, you take a breath, preparing yourself for the evening—meeting new people wasn't exactly your forte, which was ironic considering your line of work. Despite your nerves, you get out of the car, straightening your dress, hoping the car ride hasn't formed wrinkles onto your dress.

You've only just started walking towards the restaurant when you see a familiar figure texting someone vigorously while walking towards your own destination.

"Jungkook?" You call out while walking towards him.

He looks at you with surprise. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" He asks, slowly digesting your attire. "Dressed for someone, are you?

"Well actually, my dad set me up for another date," you tell him.

"Even after yesterday's went horribly?" He questions.

"Yeah, he's quite determined," you joke, making him laugh a little. "And what brings you here?" You counter.

"Actually, my dad wanted me to go on some date as well. A reservation for Jae-eun."

Your eyes widen at his words, "you're my date?"

Jungkook gives you a questioning look, "huh?"

"You're my date, seems like our fathers set us up," you could almost laugh at the situation.

A humoured laugh leaves Jungkook's lips once he's comprehended the situation. "Well I guess this is my chance to make it up to you for leaving yesterday then."

"You do know that this date is supposed to establish our relationship status?" You question, wondering how enthusiastic he'd be about this whole date thing after your confession, but his expression doesn't falter.

"We'll get that figured out too if we need to. Although, you know very well, I'd never turn down a marriage proposal coming from you," his tone comes out somewhere between flirty and teasing.

"I'm being serious," you swat his chest, and you happen to realize how profound the said man looks in a white shirt with the black blazer atop and black slacks to go with it.

"So am I," he makes clear to you, walking you inside the restaurant.

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