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admirxation · 3 months

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I’m simple all I want is Tekken 6 Jin who is dommanent x fem reader (girlfriend)

Do As I Say | Jin Kazama oneshot request

𓆩♡𓆪┆pairing: jin kazama x fem!reader(afab)

𓆩♡𓆪┆summary: jin has come back from a hard day and the reader wants to make him feel better, but he only has one thing in mind to ease the stress.

𓆩♡𓆪┆word count: 1.7k

𓆩♡𓆪┆disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for 18+ readers only, so MDI. you’re responsible for the content you consume so if any of the following warnings trigger you, click off now.

𓆩♡𓆪┆warnings: NSFW 18+ content. female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for reader: detailed smut: p in v, dom & sub (m dom, f sub), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, doggy style, spanking, hair pulling, and dirty talk & degrading.

𓆩♡𓆪┆a/n: sorry for taking forever on this, deadlines have been hectic and it doesn’t help i started a bg3 hyperfixation. anyways, i hope you like this anon. and as always a like and reblog is always appreciated.

𓆩♡𓆪┆my links: masterlist | ao3 profile | kofi

Jin trudged up the stairs, his heavy footsteps echoing the weight of the stress he endured that day; he had a stare that had exhaustion and agitation painted across his features, looking through his eyebrows and dead-focused on his way to the place he shared with you — his girlfriend. The stale air of the apartment building seemed to suffocate him as he reached his floor, trying to tune out the cacophony of the distant traffic that penetrated the thick painted walls, only adding more to the relentless soundtrack of his own mind.

His shoulders slumped under the invisible burden of stress; his fingers clenched into fists now and again when the memories of the day flashed in his mind now and again — it felt like he was being haunted by his ongoing awful day. The metallic taste of frustration lingered in his mouth, a bitter reminder of his previous challenges; it was relentless and demanding, but it was over now.

The keys jingled in the lock as Jin pushed open the front door, greeted by the comforting scent of home — a mix of homemade cooking and your signature perfume scent that lingered in every crevice of the place. In the dimly lit living room, he found you sitting on the sofa, all cuddled up in the cushions and watching whatever you found on the television. Jin couldn’t help but notice how revealing your comfort clothes were. You were wearing your favourite lace crop top with shorts, and just seeing you was already starting to calm Jin down — but this made him want more to forget about the day's burdens. Your eyes lifted away from the television screen, and you gave Jin a warm and comforting smile as you opened your arms to invite him for a cuddle; he obliged the offer, and you felt his warm arms surround you, the smell of his natural aroma filling your senses as you placed your cheek on top of his head as you cuddled him.

“Hey, I missed you today,” you rubbed your hand gently on his back, “Is everything okay? You seem stressed.”

“Very stressed. Everything that could have gone wrong decided to,” he pushed himself out of your grasp for the moment, watching your sad pout as you waited for him to come back for a hug, “seeing you has already made me in a better mood, though,” he gave you a gentle smile.

“Would you like anything? I cooked your favourite meal; it might relax you for a moment,” you moved closer to him and tranced patterns on his arm with the tip of your fingers.

Jin thought for a moment, admiring the way you looked right in front of him, not taking much notice of what you were saying, having to come back to reality when noticing you were waiting for a reply: “Um, no, I’m not hungry.”

You gave him a thoughtful look, waiting for Jin to accept your help to relieve his stress. You slowly leaned in for a soft, quick kiss on his cheek before you stepped away for a moment and left Jin to calm down naturally in his own time; as you got up, Jin grabbed your arm, his fingers pressing hard with the plush of your skin poking out between the gaps between his fingers. His eyes held a different kind of intensity now; a flicker of desire cut through the heaviness of his previous emotions.

“Y/N,” he murmured with a husky voice, “don’t go, I want you.”

Butterflies were felt in your stomach, and a jolt of excitement coursed through your body as you looked into his eyes; you knew what that look meant, and his urge and yearning to have you stay closer only signalled further evidence for what would happen. Jin wanted to relieve his stress, which ignited a different hunger within him — a need to stay in control, to control you for his own intimate desires, knowing you would agree to his will like you always did in the relationship. The sofa became a haven for a different kind of solace, temporarily allowing Jin to escape the world's demands. He pulled you closer back onto the sofa, watching your chest move with your breaths becoming heavier with anticipation; he watched you hungrily before he moved closer, closer for a deeper and more sensual kiss. Your lips interlocked, both of you getting lost in the heat and intimacy with each other.

He positioned his hips in line with yours, your legs wrapped around his waist as you both lay on the sofa. The kiss was deepened, your hands wandering on Jin’s body as the occasional moan was released from the sealed kiss. Jin grounded his hips against your centre, making you moan as you felt his length grow against your clothed pussy that yearned for this to go quicker. You, then, moved your hips forward, lifting yourself off the sofa for a moment to grind into Jin’s length; pleasure coursed for your body once again; you felt Jin get harder as you made contact with his member, feeling his smirk as your lips were interlocked in a wet and passionate kiss.

As your hips went back down on the sofa, Jin moved away and separated from your soft lips, watching you for a moment as you waited and yearned for time to hurry up as he stared at you with a smile. He took his shirt off as he watched you in a vulnerable state, watching him and barely clothed. His eyes undressed you in that stare, and you watched his movements intently.

“Now, I think I’ve been neglectful of my princess, haven’t I?” his fingers lingered around your clothed core, his fingertips moving into the waistband and teasing you with how slow he was at tugging it, “Does my princess want to feel good?” your pants started to be pulled down as you quickly nodded in consent to be his once again — you adored how possessive he was.

You felt a tingling sensation as you felt Jin’s fingers get closer to your pussy after he had taken off your panties, a jolt of pleasure as he pressed his fingertips to the slit, laboured breaths produced as he had his fingertips move in an up and down motion, before slowing introducing them inside you, edging you to a deep and sensual moan. He watched you as you bit your lip, your head making a slow movement of rolling back as he pumped his fingers inside you.

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath, closing your eyes to be lost in the passion.

As your breathing became heavy, the occasional deep moan escaping your lips, Jin quickened the pace gradually; he watched the excitement plaster across your face as you experienced his play with speeds.

“You like that, you little slut?” his thumb pressing on your plump clit that had been throbbing for ages; he rubbed in a circular motion with a strong pressure against it, regular and steady motions to get you lost in a trance.

Just as your eyes were steadily rolling back, your mouth began to open for a moan that was rolling from the depths within you — he stopped. To your disappointment, you looked at him with a yearning, your eyes begging him to continue as he watched you with those demanding and sharp eyes.

“Hm, I love how you pull that face every time,” a light laughter escaped as he smirked to himself. He loved to do this; he would stop when he could sense an orgasmic release, controlling you by stopping your bodily reactions, manipulating when you were allowed to release yourself. “Now, be a good girl and do as I say,” he moved his large hands to his belt buckle, taking it off and making a clanging noise as the belt hit the floor, sliding his pants off and freeing his large and erect cock that had been begging to be inside you already. “Turn over… Now.”

You obeyed his command, swiftly turning to get on all fours, your breasts against the plush of a sofa pillow and your arms and hands hanging off the arm of the sofa. You looked back as you waited for Jin’s next move, watching and feeling him as he pressed his cock on your ass first; the plush of your cheek rubbing against him, before pressing the tip on your folds.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said under his breath as he pressed the head inside you, making you gasp as you felt his entrance, “how much do you want this?” he asked as he teased his cock, going in a little for a moment and taking it back out, making you anticipate when he was going to ram himself inside.

“So much, please, please, please, I want it so bad,” you continued to plead, feeling how this was feeding into Jin’s ego.

He paused for a moment before ramming his large cock inside your wet and sensitive hole; a loud gasp produced as you felt your walls surround his member, squeezing it and making that warm feeling Jin loved as he fucked you senseless. His fingers pressed into your hips, fingernails pressing deeply into your skin now and again as he changed the pressure and tempo of his movements.

Just as you were about to praise him, Jin grabbed a fistful of hair, causing your head to kick back, pulling you back harder as he pushed himself deeper.

“Whose my dirty slut?”

“I-I am,” you bit your lip after answering.

“Who do you belong to?” he spanked you before you could answer; the few seconds you took to process what he said resulted in punishment — a punishment you liked to receive.

“You, only you,” you finally answered.

He was pleased with your answers and continued to use you like a sex doll, pulling your hair, ramming his cock inside you and spanking your ass, getting a kick as you released a whine and moan, continuing until he thrusted for a final stroke, eventually filling you with his warm release. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you coated Jin’s cock with your cum, grabbed the cushions of the sofa as you slowly released yourself, heavy breaths produced when it was all over.

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scorpioracha · 7 months

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Dating Seokjin

I really hope you guys enjoy this one! I spent the better part of the day writing it and Jin has a special place in my heart as one of my first biases so yeah. Y’all know the vibes, reblog,like,comment and come yell at me if you enjoy it they’re really appreciated and encourage me to keep writing♡

김 석진 Kim Seokjin

-you and Jin met while you were working at a bakery in myeongdeong. It wasn’t your dream job but it payed the bills, especially during rush hour. Extra people meant extra tips, and working the morning rush didn’t seem so bad when the line was packed full of people with Chanel bags and Rolexes, you’re even sure you saw a Mercedes parked out front…

-So you were no stranger to slapping a smile on your face and putting on the charm for some extra won in your tip jar—you even decorated it seasonly—dedicated to the craft,born to the breed…this was not your first rodeo working customer service and from the looks of rent and textbooks it wouldn’t be your last

-When a handsome man walks in you weren’t even phased. You looked him straight in the eyes and asked him for his order. Then asked if he was okay because the pause in between was getting a bit awkward and there were more customers.

“You don’t know who I am”he mumbled, seemingly shocked. You just held back an eye roll strong enough to cause an earthquake and smiled again. Rich people.

“No, am I supposed to?”

-this caused the most heinous laughter you have ever heard and he recovered enough to say he wanted an iced americano and whatever you thought was best. Trying not to side eye him for wasting your time and causing the other customers to get antsy, you recommended him a slice of vanilla cheesecake and he laughed again, questioning if it was too early for cake. You couldn’t help yourself but to laugh too because his was quite something and you just winked at him and promised not to tell.

-you were understaffed that day—as usual, so you also got his order ready. You sent him on his way with a bow and a cake pop snuck in there cause no one really made you laugh on the job. And he left you with a hefty tip that felt like robbery.

-you thought that was the last you’d see of him. Until you started seeing him everywhere. Billboards,tv shows,magazines,posters—hell the bakery even had a poster of his band up in the coming month. You were sure it was him, those lips didn’t just belong to anyone.

-you found yourself looking for him during the morning rush but to no avail, he wasn’t there. He was everywhere else around you though and it drove you crazy. Your squeaky laughed paramour seemed to be gone with the wind.

-until your shift got changed sometime near December. With finals upcoming you needed the mornings to sleep and study, so now you worked closing.

-your first day on closing was similar to any other closing shift. Busy from 4-6pm and then dead the rest of the night. It was peaceful in a way, less tips but between customers you got to relax.

-Until he came in. He was wearing a mask and a hat and bundled up in about a million coats but it was him, you knew it. You had learned his name was Seokjin from your research(stalking) and maybe you were having hallucinations from your third espresso but there he was, staring at you with those beautiful eyes. Then he said the unexpected.

“Ya!”he exclaimed, ripping off his scarf. “Where have you been?! I’ve been coming here every night for the past three months! Do you not work the night shift?! Has nobody told you??”

You furrowed your brows, that’s not what you were expecting. “You could have come during the day time!”you argued. “If you knew I wasn’t here at night, why didn’t you come during the day?!”

“Because I can’t come during the day!”he argued back. By this point his jacket had been hung over a chair and his mask was pulled down on his chin. Damn. It was hard to argue with a man with those lips…

“…and I’ve been sneaking around like a creep looking for you—are you even listening??”

You blinked once. Then twice. Then found yourself laughing again like you had all those months ago. Who new a meetcute in July could make an argument in December

feel like a first date.

“You said you’ve been looking for me?”you said, looking at him with mirth in your eyes. He nods, his own eyes still wide from his ranting and his cheeks pink from adjusting to the warmth.

“I..yes, I just-I just couldn’t get you out of my head”he explained, “I’m at a point in my life where it feels like everyone thinks they know me. It was just refreshing to meet somebody without them having a million and one ideas of who they think I am”

You nod. “Well, I know your name now because who doesn’t, but you’re right, I don’t know you”

“Would you like to?”he asked.

“I would.”

And it was history from there. A slightly bumpy history.

-“do I get a kiss if I say today is my birthday?”

“You can get a slap”

-You two did in fact meet again on his birthday and after making sure(asking to see his ID) you celebrated with a slice of vanilla cheesecake and a candle that was half broken you found somewhere in the break room.

-this all happened in 2016. As the group grew and their popularity, your relationship definitely needed to adjust accordingly. Bang PD was less than thrilled by Jin getting himself into a relationship but one thing we know about Jin is that he’s stubborn🤡 so there was no way he was losing that fight

-you had to adjust to seeing him less earlier on when they were still making a name for themselves. But that didn’t stop you from packing up the pastries at the end of the and hauling them off to the boys at the dance studio. With a little scolding from Hobi that they were going to get cramps eating all these sweets, they were all very grateful.

-But Jin being the man he is made sure to stop in while you were working too. Mainly at night but on the random chance they got a break he’d come in the mornings and hang out in the kitchen, where you had been promoted to part time baker. Usually he brought you breakfast and coffee which you always scolded him for because you worked in a literal bakery but he’d just scold

you back claiming he hasn’t seen you eat a vegetable in weeks. And no it didn’t count if it was in a croissant.

-may or may not have told everyone he knows about the bakery and it may or may not have turned into an idol hotspot.

-don’t be too mad at him he just wants to support his girl😭

-outside of work for both of you guys Jin is pretty…quiet. You hadn’t expected it when you first started dating but that’s just because his guard was still up. Now that you’re happily settled into your relationship he doesn’t feel the need to be on around you. He doesn’t have to make you laugh,be world wide handsome or loud. He could be quiet and soft and wear cute pajama sets while playing his maplestory.

-sometimes he was so quiet in the house you forgot he was there. The world wouldn’t believe it if you paid them a thousand dollars but this knowledge was nice. Something that the world didn’t need to know, that you could keep for yourself.

For yourself and six other boys.

-they did have Jin first and honestly the first time you met them you always shit your pants. God they could be intimidating when they’re sussing someone out, especially Jimin. The hyung line liked you just fine but it did take a while to gain the Maknae’s trust. They’ve never seen Jin date or even think about dating so they were skeptical. Jin was the oldest and therefore a pseudo parent for the rest of the members, so you coming into the picture was different.

-but you’re you so how could you not win them over?

-the once hesitant maknae’s cling to your side whenever you’re at Hybe. Sometimes you swear you see them more than Jin.

“Y/n, let’s go shopping!”

“Y/n, have you seen x y and x?”

“Y/n, Taehyung hit me!”

And so forth.

-the hyung’s enjoyed your presence just as much. Yoongi was relieved someone else could take over as mom—he liked to joke that you two were the real parents of this band. Hobi would laugh at a bottle cap falling so you crack him tf up and namjoon our responsible leader is happy that his members are happy.

(He’s just trying to look cool, you two go on museum outings and have a book swap you do together)

Jin bits!✨tid bits about you and Jin✨

-every anniversary you guys start it off by having some form of vanilla cake in bed. His always with a candle on it.

-he always keeps a hoodie and a blanket in his car because this is not a kdrama and you are not getting a jacket because he’s cold too🙄

-you guys moved in together around your third year of dating, starting off in an apartment near myeongdeong for your job, but now y’all live in a house on the outskirts of Seoul

-if it’s not takeout, you most likely cooked the food for eat Jin. Can he cook? Yes. Does he cook when you’re around? Not unless you ask.

-you guys have so many matching pajama sets

-he cried when you said he wasn’t your bias. Fucking acting school😒

-you now own so much RJ merch it’s actually ridiculous and you asked him to stop bringing so many RJs home. The answer was no🤡

-after years of working your way up the ladder you own the bakery now! Jin wants to retire you because he doesn’t believe princesses need to work but you grew to actually the enjoy the job when you were no longer working cash register.

-his nickname for you is 공주님(princess)

NSFW

-idk y’all but Jin is giving me heavy experimentalist vibes. I think he’s less into the d/s side of bdsm and more into the bondage and the s/m side. He’s got clear limits but since your relationship is established and he trusts you so much he’s willing to try anything once within those limits.

-he also is the type to set the mood for these kinds of play. A spare room in the house with dark curtains,silk sheets and a chest full of all different types of things. He doesn’t really care who’s in charge in bed, that’s not really his aim. It could go either way for him.

-Jin’s kinda play is expensive. It’s nothing but the best for you, for both of you. He’s not one to flaunt his wealth but he’s always been a quality kind of guy. Your paddles? Leather,imported,small business. Your hand cuffs? Stainless steel and cushioned. Spanking bench? Cherry oak wood with velvet cushions baby. You’ve got matching harnesses in pink and white because of course something in here was going to be pink.

-he’s kinda just down for the ride. It’s that Sagittarius sun. You wanna tie him up? Cool. You want him to tie you up? Cool. You want to choke him? He’s down. His limits are around sharp pain and bodily fluids, besides cum because he’s very much so a much when prompted

-you better be ready though because when you get Seokjin in the right mood he is fucking until the sun comes up. This is usually when you’ve both been at an event—always his plus one—and there’s too many wandering eyes and not enough champagne. He’s surprisingly very possessive which you never would have clocked until it was prompted. So yeah he’s not one for sharing.

-he also does not breathe a word of your sex life to the boys or any other friend and he expects the same from you.

-lets just say that condom scandal held truth. because mans right here is packing the punisher. He got the back breaker, the cervix splitter 9000, you gotta be big and bad enough to ride this ride and you definitely are.

-as a trained actor one thing about Jin is he can embody a role. You want a mean dom? He can give you mean dom(after he’s done so so much research because he never wants to hurt you in a way that you don’t like). He can have you on the floor begging on your hands and knees tied to the leg of a chair like a mutt just to hump his shoe, when earlier that day homie was shuffling around the house in bunny slippers and an RJ headband. The duality with this one was crazy.

-he could also be tied up to the headboard of the bed begging you with tears in his eyes to just sink down on his cock and stop teasing him. Pretty pink harness on with pink padded cuffs to match. You know Seokjin and his love for pink, pink hair,pink microphone,pretty pink dick, just the basics yk?

-on the flip side if y’all aren’t in the play room, you’re getting your back blown out on your fluffy comfy king sized bed. It’s passionate, it’s sensual and it’s light hearted because one thing about Jin is he gonna laugh. One of you is gonna make a weird sound and he’s going to try so hard not to laugh, he really is, cause he’s balls deep and now is not the time but you guys make eye contact and it’s over. He’s fucking gone trying so hard to calm himself down.

Sometimes it ruins the moment but most of the time you’re able to pick up where you left off.

-all and all, Jin my first bias that wasn’t a leader, be throwing down in them sheets

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 10 months

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♡♡Mother Mother Monster!♡♡

《Mother: A parental being known to take care their young.》

《Gojo Satoru/Yandere! Reader》

[Warnings: Yandere!Reader Also, I don't condone these actions. This was purely for fun and such. If uncomfortable, please don't read. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT]

"You old hag, get away from me!"

"Gramps!"

"Grandfather please settle down.."

"Don't call me that, witch!"

A young woman sighs at the older man as she fixes up the tea she made for him. Picking up the morning newspaper in hand as she sets the tea and paper on a small table. The older Itadori scowls, put picks up the tea and paper. Grumbling about how it's to sweet for his taste.

The younger Itadori smiles at his grandpa, sitting next to him on the floor. Digging into the tasty snack that his mother had prepared. "Go sit at the table boy!" Yuji stubbornly shook his head. "No, I wanna eat with you Gramps!"

The boy smiled happily, as a hand leand down to wipe off the crumbs from his chubby face.

"Yuji, don't talk with your mouthful. You'll choke." A tender voice said from beside them. The pink haired boy nods his head. "Sorry mom.." "No worries sweetie! Don't forget to drink your juice."

Wasuke frowns. "Don't drink it Yuji, she'll poison you."

"Pffbbbffttt-!"

The old man laughs at his grandson gullibleness, yet his laughter ceased when the little tyke starts to tear up. "Grandfather! That wasn't nice!" (Y/N) said, holding Yuji close as she wipes the juice off the boys face.

"You can't blame me for thinking that, I know how you were with Jin back in high-school."

(Y/N) frowns at Wasuke, knowing what he was getting at. "Mom poisoned dad before?" Yuji asked with childish wonder in his tone.

"A-ah, um, no sweetie... You see, mommy poisoned her classmates to make sure your daddy would be all to herself."

"Why?"

"Because, your mommy loved daddy very much..."

"Why?"

"Because she's insane." Wasuke informed the little boy, glaring at the so-called "mother".

"Why?" Yuji asked a third time, which made the old man sigh, exasperated at his idiotic grandson.

(Y/N) smiles softly, patting Yuji's head with sadness. "Love makes people do... Bad things, for the people they love, sweetie."

(Y/N) watches as Yuji silently cries to himself over the death of his grandfather. Her maternal instincts urging her cry with him, even if she couldn't. So all she do to console the young teen was to pat his back. Rubbing it soothingly to calm him. Yet her son's grieving stopped once another teen approached them.

"YUJI...!" (Y/N) screams, watching the man in the blindfold make her son sleep. Pushing the roof door open, she pulls out a steak knife from her back pocket, ready to stab this man to death.

Before she could land a hit, the man noticed her presence. Frowning at the man, she rushes at him. Making him drop Yuji as he slyly dodges her slashes.

"My my~! I didn't know there was a lady here. I would of showed off more!"

(Y/N) smiles at the man, which confused Gojo as she changes tactics. This time throwing her purse at him as he catches. Which had a good weak point for a good cut!

Smiling maniacally, she raised her knife to land a hit on his stomach-!

But was immediately put into a chokehold with one of his hands.

Feeling her breathing coming out in puffs. She doesn't let go of her knife, struggling in his grip.

"Heheh~"

Gritting her teeth she kicks her leg up managed to kick him back as she held her weapon defensively.

Looking at the young boy who had led her and her son to the school. Then at his supposed "teacher".

[In celebration for Jujitsu Kaisen 2nd season! (I HONESTLY HAVE OLD YUUTA FIC FROM MOVIE 0 BUT DIDN'T POST OOP) I decided to do a small thing! Originally, this was posted for the idea of a full Jjk fic, but.. Other Fandom get in the way! Oops, but who knows! Maybe I'll explore the idea more later! Thanks for reading! Comment appreciated!]

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pandorasword · 1 year

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's Masterlist

❒ Requested ✓

「 A compilation of Chaeri and Jungkook caught on camera 」

Video posted on YouTube by chaekooknation

Hello everyone, this is chaekooknation speaking! I'm back with a compilation of videos and super-zoomed images of how Chaeri and Jungkook act when they think they're not in front of the cameras I'd like to remind everyone that this is a video purely for the enjoyment of fans who, like me, believe there's something more than friendship between the two of them ♡

clip one ⸻ 🎬

⠪ September 2018; Canada ⠪ At that time the members were on tour for the 'Love yourself world tour' ⠪ After the last Canadian stage in Hamilton we know that they stayed a couple of days there before leaving for New Jersey ⠪ We know this in particular because of a dinner they had one of those evenings ⠪ We all remember videos and photos posted by the staff of one of the most exclusive restaurants there ⠪ These include a video of Chaeri and Jungkook that is a bit suspicious, don't you think? ⠪ When she noticed that someone from the restaurant staff was filming her having her hand on Jk's face she made a shocked expression ⠪ Sis, why be surprised? You live constantly on camera ⠪ Unless you were about to do something that others should not know about ⠪ Anyway, she became smooth again after a second and moved her hand to the back of his neck ⠪ SUS

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⠪ 22.04.2017; After a vlive ⠪ For this picture we have to credit our Jin hyung who posted them on weverse without them knowing ⠪ I quote the description "Armys our maknae stayed with you as long as she could. Can we all agree to scold Jungkook for not letting her sleep in peace? Turn off the lights!" ⠪ Chaeri and Jungkook had spent almost an hour chatting with us armys ⠪ "I am in Jungkookie's(hotel) room now, when we say goodnight to you I will go back to mine." ⠪ SHE NEVER DID!!!! ⠪ Isn't it adorable the way he keeps his arm around her body?

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⠪ 2019; SBS Gayo Daejeon Music Festival ⠪ Photo taken by a group of fans from afar ⠪ Seems to be right after the show ended, probably they were waiting to leave ⠪ Fixing his coat is such an intimate and loving gesture ⠪ I wouldn't do it with just a friend. Would you do that? ⠪ Chaeri is always so caring, when it comes to him a little bit more ⠪ It was so cold that year, I'm sure she didn't want him to freeze ⠪ The way he looks at her!!!

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⠪ [BANGTAN BOMB] Meeting with Megan Thee Stallion pt2 | A night out

⠪ It was decided at the last minute there would be two Bangtan Bombs with the rapper: The first to meet her and the last to spend an evening together ⠪ Megan is amazing and beautiful, meeting her was a pleasure for all members, it's obvious ⠪ Chaeri might have been annoyed just for a moment perhaps ⠪ That way she tries to hold on to his coat and then retreat realizing she is being filmed makes me think (and laugh) ⠪ I don't think she felt threatened by Megan's beauty ⠪ Perhaps she was simply bored with all the attention she was giving Jungkook ⠪ Jealous Chaeri >>>>

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⠪ 2016; ISAC ⠪ We had to zoom in a lot to get a good look at them ⠪ We remember the impact Chaeri had on the show, fighting to make the competitions mixed and no longer only for men or only for women ⠪ The camera was focusing on the other members, Chaeri and Jungkook could only be seen by those paying close attention ⠪ The way she hit the bull's eye of the target every time during the competition must have made Jungkook very proud ⠪ But do you see the way he looks at her at the end? ⠪ Google search: How to find someone who looks at you the way Jungkook looks at Chaeri

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⠪ 2018; Mama in Hongkong (Backstage) ⠪ I loved how nonchalantly Chaeri spent the time before the performance eating rather than rehearsing ⠪ We know how much Chaeri hates to be bothered while she's eating, but this seems like an appreciated interference ⠪ Very low photo quality but we had to zoom in a lot too to make it clear who it was ⠪ The glasses Jungkook is wearing are seen back on her at the end of the video, during the goodbyes

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⠪ 2016; Suwon ⠪ At that time their fame was still growing, there were not as many armys as today ⠪ BLESSED SOUL, THOUGH, THAT FOUND HERSELF IN THE SAME PLACE WHERE THE MEMBERS DECIDED TO GO ICE-SKATING ⠪ I tell you, it was hard to find this video ⠪ They are totally in a world of their own ⠪ Don't you think JK teaching Chaeri anything is the best Jk? He is always so careful with her ⠪ She clearly terrified ⠪ I bet he wanted to burst out in laughter ⠪ I wish there were more moments of that day to share together

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⠪ BTS in the soop; Season one ⠪ Is it just me or does it seem like they were kissing at first!? ⠪ The guys' cameramen give us joy every time and I don't think they even know about it ⠪ They were filming some of the boys outside the house but if you look carefully in one of the windows you can see these two silhouettes ⠪ To me it's obvious it's the two of them ⠪ What song do you think they were dancing to? ⠪ PLEASE we need to know

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⠪ 2021; After the episode '131' of RUN BTS

⠪ If someone asked me to show them a video about love I would show them this

⠪ The fact that Jimin accidentally caught them behind him during his vlive makes it even cuter

⠪ This is how they act when they think the cameras are off

⠪ Chaeri smile with her eyes when she's close to her Jungkook

⠪ Who would touch her hair like that if not someone deeply in love?

⠪ We have to thank our Chaekook fan n1 Jimin for the video and the producers of RUN BTS for throwing water on them for all that time

⠪ Looks to me like she's also wearing a men's shirt…did he give it to her?

Thank you all for watching my video! It seems quite evident that there is something more between the two, what are your opinions? Stay tuned for more Chaekook videos Bye!

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thestrawberrygirly · 2 months

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★how to be confident like jin?★

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

♡ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 ♡

compliment your beautiful self by embracing your incredible uniqueness.

"my body doesn't hit the beauty standards"

"i don't like the shape of my nose"

"my skin colour looks bad"

oh god girlies why to compare yourself from other people's beauties when your own makes you stand different from others? compliment your beautiful flaws and never stop affirming positive words to yourself, continue to speak the affirmations until it's printed in your subconscious mind. believe in yourself and love yourself eternally. you are inside and out extremely pretty, i hope you learn that <3

jin never looks bad on himself, he always makes sure to remind himself and others that he's the worldwide handsome jin . he is the best example of "loving ourselves" which we everyone should look upon. he is the God of inspirations, we can never be enough of his teachings♡

♡ 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝚑𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ♡

listen your inner mind and do what you love to do. don't bat an eye on whatever jealous people are trying to utter. don't ruin your bright aura by any useless human, instead surround yourself by the people who support you, who loves watching you progress. look yourself in the mirror praise your looks and eliminate anything said by people with negative aura.

whenever you feel affected by external influences, simply plug into your mind and listen to songs by BTS or any music that eases your mind. watch videos of BTS and become wholeheartedly inspired by them. i bet you won't regret it <3

♡ 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 ♡

always appreciate yourself in whatever you are doing, be it the littlest thing you did. never search for others' validation because your worth comes from within, and your efforts are valuable regardless of external recognition. even the little steps you take are important. believe in yourself and your abilities. celebrate every little success, because they show how hard you're trying. most importantly, always be kind to yourself and love who you are.

♡ 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 ♡

it's important to learn from your failures or any rejection, getting experienced by these failures teaches you valuable lessons. when things don't go as planned, it's okay. instead of feeling bad about failing, try to understand why it happened. think about what you can do differently next time. maybe you can try a new approach or ask for help. each failure is a chance to learn and grow. So, don't be afraid to make mistakes. they can help you become better at what you do.

♡ 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐𝚑 𝑗𝑖𝑛'𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 ♡

matching jin's energy is about being positive and confident. try to smile and be cheerful like him. show enthusiasm in what you do and be proud of yourself. be kind to others and spread happiness. find joy in small things and share it with people around you. believe in yourself and your abilities.

dress yourself with a proper sense of your goodness to make yourself feel good. having a good body posture is essential too. exercise daily to stay healthy and strong. additionally, develop a hobby that makes your inner self glow. with these habits, your body will be healthy, and you'll radiate confidence and positivity.

𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑗𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝚑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒. 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑛, 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦. <3

- 𝘫𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 🍓🧸🍰

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jeonqkooks · 1 year

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Congratulations once again on the milestone Jen! You are amazing and deserve every big milestone coming your way! For the request can I please get prompt 19-“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” with Jin? Thank you in advance and I hope you have fun writing it!

pink bean fever | ksj

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre/warnings: best friend's roommate to ??, college au, fluff, swearing, mentions of pink bean but they're 1000% inaccurate bc i know nothing about maple story pls don't come for me, unedited !!

word count: 1.8k

note: jiya !! thank you so much for requesting this :') i had fun with it and i hope you like it too!! also, it's still jinnie's birthday somewhere so i will still consider this a birthday fic lol

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

Kim Namjoon, you’re going to kill him.

Kim fucking Namjoon.

Forty five minutes ago, you were getting ready to walk to your best friend's dorm so you two could go get dinner together somewhere nearby. Now, you're sitting on his bed, Namjoon nowhere in sight, just a few feet from his roommate Seokjin.

The guy that you have the biggest, fattest crush on.

You swear Namjoon did this on purpose. That motherfucker.

You watch Seokjin as he practically screams into the mic attached to his headset, his fingers skillfully bouncing on the keyboard of the laptop in front of him, playing a game you know nothing about.

"Jungkook ah! Where the fuck were you?! I almost got killed!"

This has been going on for almost twenty minutes now - you awkwardly perched on Namjoon's bed while Seokjin either screeches in excitement when he wins, or wails in agony when he loses the game. This is the fucking worst way to spend a Saturday evening.

You glance at your phone, praying to every god to make Namjoon reply to your hundredth text message cursing him out and asking where he is. You never should've told him about your crush on his roommate. He even had the audacity to laugh when you finally revealed who the object of your affection was. That fucking guy.

Objectively speaking, Seokjin is pretty lame. From what you can tell, he basically has no social life. He doesn't party, doesn't go out, doesn't take an interest in anything that doesn't have the words "Maple Story", "Super Mario", or "League of Legends" in it. All he does is play video games all day with his friends, whom you assume are the same people he's yelling at now. Namjoon told you that once, Seokjin forgot to eat anything for two days straight because he was on his computer the entire time.

That begs the question: If Seokjin was so lame, why are you so enamored with him? The answer is very simple. Seokjin is as cute as he is lame, which is to say that he is very fucking cute. When you met him earlier in the semester when Namjoon got assigned a new roommate, it was love at first sight.

However, you don't think you've ever held a one-on-one conversation with him before. Tonight might be the first time, when he opened the door for you and said you could wait for Namjoon here. You had squeaked out a shy Yes and followed him into the room where he offered you a glass of water before he returned to his computer, leaving you to wait around for a person you knew had left you to fend for yourself in the wilderness. This is exactly why Namjoon is doing this, you think. He's been telling you for a couple weeks now to just talk to Seokjin like a normal person instead of tripping over your words like a lovestruck idiot.

Occassionally, he looks over his shoulder at you, and you have to whip your head to the other side of the room so quickly you're surprised you didn't pull a muscle, just to not make it obvious that you've been staring at him like a weirdo.

After a while, Seokjin takes off his headset only to replace it with a hat. A... cap? You don't even know what it is. It's got a face of something pink with big round eyes and purple horns, and looks like it should be a plushie instead of something to wear on one's head. His friends have probably gone elsewhere, because he turns off the shooter game he was previously engaged in to play something else by himself.

"Sorry," he says. "I was pretty loud, wasn't I?"

"No, it's fine. I didn't mind," you tell him sheepishly. "Did Joon, uh, tell you when he'd be back?"

Seokjin shrugs. "No. He just said he was going for a quick walk. Went out right before you got here, actually."

Someone give you strength.

He turns back to his screen when you give a hum in acknowledgement. You go back to sitting in silence again, only this time, you notice that when he curses at the game, he makes an effort to lower his volume. Seokjin has a really nice voice, you think. Even when he's cussing, you just want to put it on a tape and listen to it for hours on end.

Okay, that is one thought that you should probably never say aloud. Especially not to Kim fucking Namjoon.

Another 15 minutes pass until Seokjin pauses the game to down the glass of water on the table in front of you - the one between his and Namjoon's bed. You pretend to look around the room even though you've got it memorized at this point. It's pretty small, and the guys don't really have a lot of decorations. Aside from a couple of Namjoon's art prints on the wall and a few of Seokjin's stuffed animals - how fucking cute is that? Jesus Christ, you are so whipped - the room doesn't have that much personality.

You can feel him looking at you as he gulps down his water, clearly not knowing what to say either. You could pass out from the sheer awkwardness that's suffocating the space.

You clear your throat. "Can I, uhm, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What is that on your head?"

Seokjin puts down the glass and takes off his cap, holding it out so you can see it better. "Pink Bean!" he says with a grin. Goddamn, he is beautiful.

"Is that a character?"

He gasps, running a hand through his hair - which looks so, so soft that you want nothing more than to just run your fingers through it. His eyes widen until they're almost as big as the ones on the strange Bean creature. "You don't know what Pink Bean is?!"

"Should I?" you ask, unconsciously making yourself smaller as he stares at you. Seokjin looks equally as excited as he looks offended, shooting up from his chair to bounce onto Namjoon's bed, right next to you.

Your chest almost explodes. In your head, there's a series of question marks floating around; in your heart, there's a bunch of exclamation points detonating like fireworks. Oh god, what is happening?

"Uhm, yes! It's just one of my favorite characters of all time, duh! Okay, okay, so-"

Seokjin launches straight into a whole TED talk on Pink Bean, giving you its extensive backstory and just about everything in the universe that's related to Pink Bean - the quests, its powers, something called a Chaos Pink Bean? Every word he's saying is going into one ear and out the other. To you, he might as well be speaking a different language because you understand none of it and frankly, you don't even care.

But holy moly, he is so passionate about it. He talks about this stuff like Pink Bean is the love of his life and he's gonna marry it one day. Even though you're retaining about zero percent of all this information, watching him ramble is so endearing. His eyes are so bright, and throughout this impromptu presentation of his, he has to pause for a few seconds to catch his breath from all the talking.

You stifle a laugh, and he stops. Seokjin scratches his neck, putting the cap on his head again and looking at you with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to talk your ears off."

"No, no, it's just-" You shake your head with a chuckle. "I've never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time."

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you freeze. He freezes. You want the ground to open up so you could fall into that chasm and never be seen again. Life does not have any meaning anymore. Fuck Namjoon, you're not staying here anymore.

"I mean- Not that I think you're cute, it's just- Well, wait, no, I do think you're cute, but it's not-"

You could see a deep blush painting Seokjin's face, from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. You tear your eyes away from him like the idiot that you are. Your lips part, but no words come out because your brain is just blank at this point. You knew you would say something dumb and now you're knee-deep in embarrassment in front of your crush. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

Seokjin clears his throat. "Do you and Namjoon have plans tonight?"

You purse your lips and nod, though you're not sure if he's still looking at you because you're suddenly so keen on not looking at him. "We're just getting dinner," you say with faux nonchalance, as if you hadn't just called him cute two seconds ago and both of you seemed to have absolutely no idea what to do about it. "Joon said there's a new ramen place or something near campus."

"Is it the place where they have ramen sliders? I told him about that place. I've been meaning to go too but, uhm, I don't have anyone to go with."

Oh, hell no. You are not going to invite him to join you and Namjoon after that comment. In fact, you're not going to see Seokjin ever again. You're going to make Namjoon apply for a room reassignment just so you don't have to cross paths with Seokjin. Welp, this silly crush has been fun and miserable. Goodbye forever-

"If Namjoon ditches you, we can probably go together. Or something. Maybe. I don't know."

Your body stiffens, and you know he can probably tell since he's still sitting so close to you and you're not exactly being subtle. Heat creeps up your neck and splatters color onto your cheeks. You're thankful that your hair can cover some of it to preserve what little dignity you have left.

"It's okay. You don't have to. I'll probably- I should, no-" you stammer, "I'll just go home."

"Y/N," Seokjin says, "it's dinner. I'm pretty sure we'll survive a meal together."

"No, I know. It's-"

"Okay. Then let's go."

Before you can say anything, he's standing up. Your panicked eyes follow him as he moves to his side of the room to grab his jacket and ditch the Pink Bean hat. You rush to your feet, spluttering out every polite variation of No, please don't make me do this. I'm practically in love with you and this will only kill me dead that you could think off, but Seokjin is already ushering you out the door.

When he stops by the entryway to grab his keys on bowl next to the door, you could feel his chest pressed against your back. You're going insane with nerves and butterflies and mortification and anticipation and infatuation with this man and this is not fucking helping.

Behind you, Seokjin's low voice sends shivers down your spine with what he tells you next.

"For the record, I think you're cute too."

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jeonbunnie · 8 months

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the entertainer ✧ 2

✧ reader x seokjin, ft. yoongi

✧ summary: In need of some real cash, you take a job as a dancer in your city's most notorious strip club. You’re making your own hours, raking in a good amount of money, and feeling sexy while you do it. Everything was fine as long as you kept your work life and your personal life separated.But when a handsome stranger shows up one night you find it difficult to maintain the balance.Jin is a gorgeous, rich, and–taken man. But one look from you on that stage has him spellbound. He knows he’s got no business coming back to the club, but there’s something about you that makes him want more than just a private dance. . .

✧ genre: strangers to lovers; angst; smut; fluff; 18+

✧ content/warnings: 18+, rich/ceo!jin, fuckboy!yoongi, stripper!reader, college!au, songfic, pov shifts, based on summer walker’s last days of summer album, loosely inspired by pretty woman, slow burn, smut, pining, mutual pining, love triangle, romantic suspense, cursing, dirty talk, explicit sex, oral sex, fingering, aftercare

✧ a/n: this is an old fic I wrote under my prev pseudo @jeonsweetheart that I put on hiatus as noted in this lovely banner by @kookdiaries. however recently I’ve found some love for my old pieces so I decided to try writing it again. If by some miracle your someone who’s read this story in the past lol I’ve edited some details to fit the narrative better but other than that, I’m continuing with the story as is! this isn’t beta’d and since I haven’t done a series in a while I’m actually pretty nervous reposting this so if u like it pls stop by my inbox or drop a comment I’d really appreciate it :)

✧ soundtrack: girls need love—summer walker

✧ word count: 9k

♪ So what’s a girl to do when she needs loving too... ♪

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[2:06am] Yoongi: You up?

You squinted at your phone, reading the message in the dark as the blue light shined on your face. You liked Yoongi; you really did. But more and more, you noticed he’d formed a habit of messaging you late at night. Only at night.

He’d brush you off when you attempted to hang out with him outside of work in the daytime, then later hit you up when it was convenient for him. You were starting to hate him for that and yourself because you let him get away with it.

Well, not tonight, you told yourself. I’m not gonna play that game. You put your phone on DO NOT DISTURB, returned it to your nightstand, and buried yourself in your sheets. You lay in bed feeling empty inside; you liked Yoongi, but you didn’t like this. Feeling so desperate for him all the time it was stupid and embarrassing.

Is that what love is?

You didn’t know. You’d never been in love before. Not really. Sure, you had crushes, mild infatuations, and situationships galore, but nothing like this—not this dull ache in your chest. If what you felt for Yoongi was love, then as much as you hated to admit it, maybe it was unrequited, and Hyuna was right.

Love had to be better than going to bed alone, feeling so cold and numb even though you were covered by a blanket.

You hoped she was wrong.

You wanted to be more to him than a few stolen kisses in the night and a body to hold. But as much as you wanted him to take your relationship seriously—to take you seriously—you could never risk asking him for more. To ask would be to give him all the power, and Yoongi already had enough control over you.

It wasn’t always like this. There used to be a time when you had all Yoongi’s attention.

You were so nervous coming into the club the first time. Back then, you still weren’t fully comfortable with stripping. But you had just started school, and though you already had a job bussing tables, you were still so very broke, and those bills wouldn’t pay themselves.

So you sucked up all your inhibitions and made yourself audition. You don’t know how Yoongi saw you in that crowded room. There were so many girls, certainly some more eye-catching than you, but he managed to catch you in the corner having a minor panic attack.

“You need to breathe.”

“Huh? Sorry, did you say something?” You blinked, taking in the appearance of the handsome stranger before you. On any other day, his intense eyes would have made you swoon. But that day, you were too caught up in your thoughts, worried about the worst possible outcomes of your getting up on stage. It’d been a long time since you danced for anyone besides yourself, and somehow, you were convinced you would mess up. Trip over your heels or forget a part of your routine.

“I said, you need to breathe. You look like you’re holding your breath. Are you that nervous?”

Yes, yes, you were.

You smiled weakly at him, clutching the water bottle in your hands. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here. I don’t think I can do this.” Your eyes flitted towards the exit.

“You’re here now, so you might as well go through with the audition. Don’t stop halfway.”

God, you thought, were you that obvious?

“What if I fuck it up?”

“Then you fuck it up. But that’d still be better than not trying at all.”

You remember being shocked at his response. But the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Yeah, so what if you fucked it up? You didn’t know these people. Worse scenario, you wouldn’t get in and leave a little embarrassed, but no one would know about your private failure except for this handsome stranger.

You must have taken too long to respond because shortly after his blunt advice, Yoongi apologized.

“Sorry. . . I’m not that good at pep talks.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t know why, but that actually helped.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened. Just a bit. Just enough for you to know your response surprised him. “Uh, good. You’ll be fine.”

“Thanks,” you said. Then thoughtfully, you wondered out loud, “Why are you being so nice to me??”

You couldn’t believe some guy was talking you down from your anxiety attack in a strip club. What was his agenda? Did he expect something from you?

“Why not?”

You opened your mouth to question that logic when you heard your name called. Your stage name. It was your turn to audition next. You glanced up at the stage before you, the black velvet curtain in the background, soft pink and white lights setting the mood, guiding your eyes to the catwalk in the middle. And on that center stage, those same lights highlight the silver pole in the middle.

Just looking at it made you gulp. Even though you were no stranger to the spotlight, having been a dancer, this new venture was awfully intimidating.

Strange enough, you found yourself looking towards the kind stranger—for what? Words of encouragement?—but he offered you none. Just a lazy smile as he nodded towards the stage for you to dance.

Truly, you don’t remember how the audition went. You were too nervous, too full of adrenaline to recall if you did well and if your movements were graceful and sexy rather than stiff and awkward. What you remembered was the conversation that followed, what you could make out of the hushed voices huddled together to decide your fate.

You strained to hear them over the thump of your racing heartbeat.

The first man to speak still seemed to be in thought as he stated his opinion. “I’m undecided. She doesn’t really seem like the type. . . I can’t imagine her sticking around for long.” He turned to the other judges in the room, “What do you think?”

“I agree with Namjoon,” said a man so pretty you could have mistaken him for a girl. “Technically, she’s a great dancer, but she’s lacking major confidence.”

Finally, the woman spoke. “Well, I like her. I think she’s got a lot of potential. Everyone grows into it anyway; give her a chance.”

Even with that vote of confidence, the group leader still seemed unsure. He turned to look over his shoulder to the man in the audience you spoke to earlier, the one you gave your whole performance to as you swayed on stage under sultry lights. “What do you think, Yoongi?”

At last, you had a name to put to the face of the handsome stranger. His dark eyes held no hint or indication that he favored you, and if his body language was anything to go off of, you were sure it wouldn’t be a good thing based on the way he slouched in his seat, arms crossed over his chest.

But then he spoke, a slow grin pulling over his face that put all your nerves at ease.

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.”

That was how it started. At the time, Namjoon, Jimin, and Hyuna were strangers to you. You had no idea the club owner and their two most favored dancers were in the room with you deciding your fate. Yoongi gave them his vote of confidence and sealed your fate. You started work later that week.

After you were hired, you were always aware of his presence at the club. You could feel his gaze follow you on stage, at the bar, always that cool, calm smolder. And the attraction was mutual. You constantly watched him in the booth, amused by his natural gift for music. There are so many shows you put on just for him. It was a crush, simple as that. You wanted him, but you were much too shy to say it. Thankfully, Yoongi was brave enough for both of you, asking you out after your first week.

The date was a pleasant surprise. Despite Yoongi’s introverted nature, he actually took you to dinner and made conversation at first, none of that Netflix and chill bullshit. His calm, quiet demeanor was infinitely attractive to you, and you found yourself mooning over him the whole night.

You hadn’t planned on fucking him, honestly.

But it’d been a while since anyone had touched you like that. So when Yoongi’s gravelly voice whispered in your ear, asking you to tell him how you wanted it, how you needed it, as his fingers rubbed sweet circles on your clit, all you could do was whine and tell him how badly your body wanted him with a desperation that couldn’t wait. You needed him right then and there.

The next morning, you woke up and swore it wouldn’t happen again.

But, of course, it did.

Again, and again, and again.

So here you were, stuck inside a situationship you didn’t want but one you always succumbed to. And tonight seemed no different.

Closing your eyes, you will yourself to go back to sleep, and you do for a little while. Until a pounding sound woke you up. You barely registered it as a knock the first time, but after two or three times, you dragged yourself out of bed and to your front door.

You had half a mind to reach for the bat you keep in the hall closet, just in case. It was an ungodly hour, and you lived alone (times like these made you regret not getting a roommate). You checked the peephole first, then sighed. Irritation rose in your blood.

You unlocked the door and snatched it open. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t act so surprised. You were giving me puppy dog eyes all night. You really think I wouldn’t show up?”

You can’t tell if the anger surfacing is from your lack of sleep, the scare, or the fact that Yoongi is standing on your doorstep. It’s probably a combination of all three. “It’s two in the morning,” you said pointedly.

Yoongi isn’t phased by your grumbly voice or sharp tone. He shrugs and moves to step inside, but you block his path.

“Absolutely not. I’m going back to bed.”

“You’re mad.”

He didn’t say it like a question, but you could tell by the lilt in his voice he seemed surprised.

You scowled into the dark. “You can’t do this, Yoongi. Pick and choose when to show up.” Pick and choose when he could be in your life, when you mattered to him.

You motioned to close the door, but Yoongi stopped you, sticking his hand in the frame. And then he did something that made you pause. He reached for you, placed his hands on your waist, and pulled you close.

Shit.

Yoongi pulled you in like the tide. It was always eb and flow with him. When he did things like that. . . You couldn’t help but give in. You were weak for this, for his touch, for the moments when he wanted you. So when Yoongi swept in close, body heat coming off him in waves as his hand reached up to cup the back of your neck, you leaned into the embrace.

“I know I’m late,” he said, kissing the corner of your mouth. He nuzzled into your neck, sneaking kisses on your collarbones.

“Let me make it up to you.”

“Yoongi. . .” You started, coming to your senses for just a minute. But before you could protest, he interrupted you with a kiss. Any resolve you might have had left your body once his lips found yours. It was so easy to lose yourself in Yoongi. His kisses were fire, all-consuming, wild. You could never get enough. Yoongi licked into your mouth, and you moaned, stumbling back into your apartment.

And just like that, you crumbled.

You let him lead you to the bedroom, shrugging off his clothes, his mouth never leaving yours. You felt your knees hit the back of something soft and sat down on your bed while Yoongi kissed you stupid. You let him touch and, tease and pull you apart. Till the pleasure overtakes the pain in your chest. And it’s good, so good. Good enough to make you forget why you were even upset in the first place.

He inches you forward with kisses and bites—marks you know will leave a hickey—till your back hits the headboard, momentarily breaking you from his spell.

“Wait,” you said, eyelids fluttering open.

But Yoongi’s hands are already sliding up your nightgown, leaving wet kisses down your thighs.

And then there was the solid feel of his hands spreading your legs apart, lips dangerously close to where you needed him most.

He hooked a finger under the waistband of your lace underwear, pulling the material off.

“You were saying?” said Yoongi, and you shivered as his breath fanned over you.

Honestly, you couldn’t remember. You lost every coherent thought your brain was trying to form. All you could think about was his touch, his thumb on your clit, the feel of him stroking you gently. You were so, so wet.

And he knew it. You could feel Yoongi smile against you as he rested his cheek on your thigh, long slender fingers working over you until all you could do was tilt your head back and sigh.

“I love playing with your pussy.” He whispered, voice just above a purr.

His words made you throb. “Yoongi,” you moaned, his name a desperate plea on your tongue.

“What?” He answered, voice smug, “What do you need?”

Too embarrassed to say the words out loud, to admit just how badly you need him, you reached down, sliding a hand into his hair, tugging at his locks to pull him right where you wanted him.

Yoongi chuckled. “So impatient.” But he didn’t move his head from between your thighs. Instead, he leaned forward, licking a stripe up your center before rolling his tongue around your clit.

You couldn’t help but lean into the action, hips tilting up to catch the sensation. But Yoongi was having none of that. He brought up a hand, pushing one palm against your belly to press you down into the mattress, while the other caressed your thigh.

“Behave,” he said, the dominance radiating through his voice. It’s the only warning you get before he nips at your clit, drawing out a sharp cry from you, the pain mixing with pleasure. Before you could even respond, Yoongi lapped at your folds, tongue making a mess out of you.

You let yourself get lost in the sensation as Yoongi buried his head between your thighs, devouring your whole. You’re too far gone to stop the whimper that spilled from your mouth. All you felt were stars as his tongue curled around your clit, languid licks driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Yoongi knew your body like it was his. He memorized every shiver and shudder, every move that turned you on. He could hear your heavy breath, feel the tremble in your thigh, and know exactly how to push you over the edge.

So he does it, sliding two fingers deep inside you to press against the spot that made your body taunt with pleasure. The pressure of his palm against your belly, his hot tongue flicking against you, his fingers curling deep—it’s overwhelming.

Chest heaving, you called out his name, a plea and a warning all at once. You were so, so close.

Cum for me,” Yoongi rasped, voice vibrating against you, and that’s all it takes for you to fall.

You climax, pleasure rushing all through your body, blanking your mind, curling your toes. Your hands fist in Yoongi’s hair, once again tugging at his locks. Only this time, Yoongi didn’t stop your pleasure but doubled it, replacing his fingers with his tongue to delve inside and taste every drop of your release, stopping only when your thighs shake, the sensation becomes too much.

When you finally came back down and caught your breath, Yoongi lifted his head and met your gaze with a smirk. “Did I make it up to you yet? Or should I apologize again?”

Though you’d been satisfied, Yoongi ‘apologized’ twice more for good measure before laying you on your side and pulling you against his chest. Cold as he appeared, Yoongi defied all fuckboy logic and was quite fond of aftercare and cuddles. Thirty minutes later, he still laid beside you in bed, naked body flush against your skin.

These were the moments you treasured the most. Pos-coital bliss, where you could pretend, if only for one second, that you were something more than strangers who sometimes shared beds.

But they also made you the most confused. Because, here in his arms, it felt like more than friends, more than sex. But did he think that, too?

So many nights you spent just like this, trying to convince yourself that this was good enough, that you were comfortable living in this in-between state. But that was then, and this is now, and it’s not enough.

And now you know it never was.

“Yoongi?” you said, turning in his arms so you’re face to face.

“What,” he grumbled back, voice thick with sleep. It’s a sound you’re all too familiar with, one you’ve let lull you into a stupor time and time again. He leaned down to kiss you, but you placed a hand on his chest, keeping him away.

“What are we doing?”

It’s a question you’d always been too afraid to ask, but now that it was the only thing on your mind, you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting it out.

Yoongi scoffed. “Sleeping?” He nipped at the sweet spot on your neck, “Unless you’re up for another round.”

“Yoongi, I need—”

He licked a stripe up your neck, scrambling your thoughts. “What? What do you need?” He said, voice husky. It’s enough to make you moan but not enough to distract you from your racing thoughts.

I need to know what this is. I need to know where I stand with you. I need—

“More than this.”

“I’m serious. What are we doing? What. . . what are we?”

You said it. The thing you’re not supposed to say, and it made you feel sick to your stomach.

You shouldn’t—it’s not as if it’s some forbidden phrase, but the words weighed heavy in the air. You’re going places you’ve never gone with Yoongi, putting all your cards on the table. It’s risky. No one wants to be the one who cares most, but you do. And you know you’re not supposed to. You know you can’t say that you want more. That you want love. That somehow, this unspoken arrangement isn’t what you needed any more. You needed to know if he felt anything for you in return, and you needed to know now.

It was quiet for a minute before you finally said, unable to stop yourself from masking the vulnerability in your voice: “I like you.”

“I like you too,” said Yoongi. There was no weight to his words. He said it so quickly, so easily, that it stunned you.

Maybe a little too easy.

“So what does that mean for us?” you said, sitting up in bed, more awake now than ever.

Yoongi froze. “Us?”

“Yeah, is there an us?” You can’t seem to say what you really mean; the words hover around the truth of your real desires, that you want a relationship. It’s obvious, isn’t it? “Because if it’s not, if you can’t see this being real, then I don’t think I can do this anymore. I might take a break.”

He has to know what you mean. . .Do you really have to spell it out?

But apparently, you do because Yoongi glosses over the true meaning of your words entirely. “Can we talk about this in the morning? I’m tired. I don’t want to fight right now.”

He reached for you, his hand slipping up your thigh and rubbing small circles with his thumb. The touch is soothing, but your mind is still whirling. Still trying to connect the dots from what he said, what it meant, and what you heard.

“I don’t want to fight right now.”

Why does the question of choosing me have to be a fight?

It’s this thought that makes it all clear. It’s not a fight. Yoongi knows the question you’re asking. He just doesn’t want to answer.

You opened your mouth to say as much, but you’re tired, too. Tired of this bullshit. The ease with which Yoongi dismissed your needs time and time again. You don’t have the strength to plead your case, and you shouldn’t have to, really.

You laid back down with you back towards him, nodding your head in agreement even as you shoved your disappointment down deep.

As if sensing your frustration, Yoongi wordlessly consoled you. He trailed kisses down your body. Each kiss, a tiny apology. At the top of your head. Sorry. By your jaw, sorry. The dip between your neck and shoulder. Sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Despite yourself, you lean into the embrace. Yoongi didn’t always have the right words to say, but he always had the right touch. Still, a part of you starved for a deeper affection, a part that even Yoongi’s touch couldn’t reach.

. . .

In the morning, you woke up to the shining sun, aching limbs, and an empty bed.

Yoongi wasn’t beside you, and the loss of his touch stirred you from your sleep as the loneliness crept back in. You know there’s no note for you to or an explanation to where he’s gone, so you don’t bother checking. Instead, you roll over to your side, clumsily fumbling around for your phone on the nightstand.

You open your eyes with a sigh, blurred vision trying to make sense of the digits on the screen reading 9:02am when everything clicks into space with startling clarity. Your entrepreneurship class started at nine.

Shit.

“Late! I’m late!” You shouted, hopping out of bed and throwing on a T-shirt and jeans. No doubt, you look a mess, but you didn’t have time to worry about appearance. You could not be late; this course was one of the hardest in your major. You couldn’t afford to miss any class and pass, and if you flunked out, you’d have to wait another two semesters before it’d be offered again. That was time you simply didn’t have. It’d put you way behind your schedule to graduate on time with your degree, and you couldn’t afford to waste more time in school.

It’s the desperation that has you rushing down the hall to your classroom, tired and out of breath after sprinting from the parking garage into the building. You’re flustered, sweaty, and way too embarrassed to make eye contact with your professor as you enter the room, only bowing your head in apologies as your eyes scan the room for a seat.

Mia flagged you down in the corner of the room, and you slid into the desk next toher. “I saved you a spot,” she whispered, careful not to raise her voice above the steady drone of your professor’s lecture about starting a new business.

“Thanks,” you said, eternally grateful to have made a friend in this class. Mia was a school friend who, through late-night study sessions and lunch breaks, was slowly becoming a real friend, too. If only you didn’t have more time on campus, you’d probably be best friends by now, but between working for two jobs and school, your schedule was always full.

“We’ll dive deeper into identifying your target customer base next week.”

When the lecture ended thirty minutes later, you pulled Mia outside the classroom. “Hey, thanks again for saving me a seat. Can I borrow your notes from earlier?”

“Of course.” You thanked her as she pulled out her notebook and handed it over.

“No problem. Where were you this morning? I thought we were supposed to catch up before class.”

You forgot about that. “Uh, sorry. I overslept. Rain check?”

“Sure. I have a class until 3, but after that I’m free. You wanna grab dinner tonight?”

You wince, knowing you’ll have to turn her down once again. “I’d love that. I really would, but I’ve gotta—“

“Work, right. Of course.”

“Sorry, Mia.”

“Look. I get it you’re busy. But I feel like I never see you these days.”

You can’t help but feel guilty knowing she’s right. You have been all over the place this semester. Your social life was definitely suffering for it.

“And when I do, you see, you’re basically running around campus looking like a total mess.”

Ouch. When she puts it like that. . .

Mia must have read the hurt look on your face cuz she quickly backtracked. “I don’t mean to sound harsh. I’m just worried about you, ya know?”

You know she’s right, but it still made you feel like crap to hear your friend chide you like this. You know you’ve been distant, but were you really that bad?

“And I miss my friend,” she added, squeezing your hand.

At this admission, you relax, understanding where she’s coming from. “I know. Today’s not great, but I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?” You looked down at your phone, checking the time. Now you were going to be late for your next class, too. “I gotta run, but we’ll talk later?”

Mia nodded. You hugged her before hauling ass across campus to your next class.

. . .

“Do you know what an embarrassment you are to this family?”

Seokjin sighed, slumping in his seat. His father slapped the newspaper onto his desk so hard it’s a wonder the glass didn’t crack under his palm. It took all of his strength not to wince at the title:

Billionaire Playboy Caught At An Infamous Strip Club.

“I didn’t choose to go there. Taehyung and Namjoon took me out—“

“I don’t care what Taehyung and Namjoon do. They can destroy their families’ reputations if they want to. But you are my son. I won’t have you tarnishing my reputation. You think you deserve to run this company after a stunt like that?”

At this, Seokjin rolled his eyes. “I don’t think I deserve anything. I’ve never wanted this company,” he said.

“You ungrateful piece of shit.”

Seokjin meant what he said, but he wasn’t ungrateful. Inheriting his father’s million-dollar diamond corporation was never part of his interest. “You should hand over your company to the child who wants to run it. Sohee would—“

“Sohee doesn’t have what it takes to run my company.”

Translation: Sohee wasn’t a man. And Seokjin’s sexist father would never give her the chance she deserved to take over the family business. Even though she was the progeny most naturally suited for the job.

His father waved away the idea. “Enough of this talk of Sohee. You will inherit the family business. It’s time you stopped acting like a child. Have you forgotten your responsibilities? After your wedding to Mei, our company will expand. You’ll have no time for these foolish endeavors.

How could he possibly forget? Between the tabloids and the endless, frivolous meetings crammed into his schedule to decide what color goes best with the tablecloths or what dish should be served for the twelfth-course meal, he hasn’t been able to escape any thoughts of the wedding as much as he’d wanted to.

Seokjin met Mei under duress six months ago with the intention of their union expanding the company into the Chinese market. And though their families held a long-standing relationship with each other—they were practically strangers. He had no feelings for her, and their relationship was strictly business, to his chagrin.

Seokjin didn’t want to get married—let alone to someone he barely knew. But the decision wasn’t up to him. As with everything else in his life, his father made all the decisions. Every school, every job, and every opportunity was already picked out for him before Seokjin could even utter the word ‘no. Nothing was ever a choice.

He hated his father. For his cruelty and selfish ways, his blatant disregard for others, his children’s wishes, and the control he had over Seokjin’s life.

“As a matter of fact, I have an important business dinner with her father this evening—you will attend.”

“Of course, not like I had any plans.” Said Seokjin, smiling sweetly, but his eyes held malice.

His father cut him a look and opened his mouth for what Seokjin was sure would be a good cussing out, only for his father to explode into a coughing fit. The bastard was sick, but unfortunately for Seokjin, not ill enough to die. Just enough for his father to retire early and order him to take over, crushing any dream he had of escaping his legacy.

His father cleared his throat. “I expect you to be on your best behavior and impress him, boy. But don’t be a fucking kiss ass. Remember, you represent the Kim name. Show me you are not a complete disappointment as my heir. You can do at least that, can’t you?”

Seokjin grit his teeth, swallowing down his anger. He hated his father for his relentless demands, but he also hated himself.

Because despite resenting it all, Seokjin always did as he was told.

. . .

[4:34pm] Sunshine Boss: I have something for you :)

[4:34pm] Sunshine Boss: I know you’re off tonight, but you should stop by and pick it up. I think you’ll be satisfied with the gift.

You look up from your phone, stopping midway in your tracks. It’d be risky, but you could squeeze in some time to stop by the club before heading to your other job.

Jeongguk winked at you as you walked up to Paradise. You smile at him as he holds the door open for you, shaking your head at his endless flirting. It always amused you that he was the club bouncer when the kid was a little younger than you. But you always felt safer having Jeongguk at the door. You’ve seen firsthand how that sweet bunny smile could fade into a deadly expression. Jeongguk could be very intimidating when he wanted to be, and his muscles weren’t just for show. You felt sorry for anyone who crossed a line at the club and ended up facing off with him.

It doesn’t take you long to find your boss. He’s tucked away in his sleek gray office as usual, typing away on his laptop. He looked polished as ever in a new suit and a crisp white button-down. When you knocked on the door, Hoseok looked up and waved you inside. “Come in.”

“You said you had something for me?” You asked. You were still curious as to why he requested you stop by. Work was work, but Hoseok took your personal lives seriously. He never crossed the line between the two, so you found it odd he reached out.

“I do,” said Hoseok, reaching inside his desk drawer. “Your private session left you a big tip last night. I thought it’d be best if you received it directly.” You watched as he pulled out a fat white envelope and slid it across the desk.

Just looking at it made you raise an eyebrow. Hoseok’s bright eyes gave nothing away as he waved a hand towards the envelope, beckoning you towards it.

Without thinking, you opened the envelope and let out a little gasp of shock at the thick wad of bills inside. Hundred-dollar bills.

“All this is for me?”

“All of it.”

You shifted out a few bills, ready to hand over your expected dues, but Hoseok stopped you with a hand. “You misunderstand. I already have my cut. Everything within that envelope is yours.”

“Are you serious?” You said, unable to hide the shock in your voice. You had enough money in your hands to pay your whole rent for the month and then some. All from one dance.

The sharp angles of Hoseok’s face softened, and he smiled at your disbelief, a dimple showing out. “Clearly, you left a good impression, but I expect nothing less—you’re one of the best.”

You wave away his words, too embarrassed to accept the compliment, thinking about exactly how you won Seokjin’s favor. Just the thought made your heart race. As much as you hated to admit it, your patron wasn’t the only one affected by that last dance.

“I um—I’ve got to go. But thank you for making sure I got this personally.”

“Of course. Before you leave, your gift came with a letter,” said Hoseok, pointing back to his desk.

You don’t know how you missed it at first, but sure enough, another smaller envelope was on the glass with your name handwritten on the front.

“Oh.”

“I think you might have a new regular. Seokjin seems to be very fond of you.”

. . .

Later that afternoon, you pulled up to work, grateful you remembered to stash a bag with clothes in your car. You quickly run to the back, hoping to change into your uniform. But your boss caught you before you could sneak off to the back.

“You’re late,” she hissed.

Yes, that was becoming quite a habit of yours. You ducked your head apologetically, hoping the woman would scold you quickly. “I’m sorry, I was—”

“—I don’t have time for excuses. A high-ranking guest is coming in tonight, so just do your job.”

You don’t miss the pointedness in her tone—no fuck ups tonight.

“Got it,” you said, holding back your grimace as she berated some more before sending you off to change. All you could do was grin and bear it. Even if you didn’t feel like you had it in you to pull on a fake smile and tend to your special guests.

But that was your job as a hostess. It paid well, though sometimes it almost didn’t feel worth it with the snooty customer base you had to face, but between rent and your school tuition, you literally couldn’t afford to be picky.

Even if you didn’t have the energy to put up with these rich assholes, at least you didn’t have to pull a shift at Paradise after this. You just had to pull yourself together for a few hours, and then you could go home.

You change into a little black dress and switch out your sneakers for a pair of tall heels. It wasn’t exactly a ‘uniform’ uniform, but your second job still has a certain look and aesthetic to maintain. The dress hugged your curves in all the right places, and you can’t help but feel eyes on you as you make your way back to the hostess table up front, heels clicking.

Dionysus was in full swing, each white-clothed table crowded and buzzing, and you watched as people clinked glasses under the chandeliers. But at your post, you kept your eye on the empty room in the back.

Whoever your guests were tonight, if they were truly a big deal, you’d escort them to have their meal in that private room.

Once the opening crowd thins out, the evening goes by slowly for you, and before you know it, you’re sneaking a peek at your phone, trying not to keep your boredom at bay.

There were a couple texts from Hyuna and a picture she sent of herself and the girls at Paradise.

[6:15pm] Babygirl: I’m so BORED when you’re not here🥺

[ 6:16pm]You: Sameeee. Don’t have fun without me!

[6:18pm] Babygirl: You know it’s boring when you’re not here! Miss you tonight 💕

You heart the message, missing her too.

Still no messages from Yoongi.

All his silence does is confirm the feeling in your gut and fuel the quiet resolve to make a decision.

You’re so busy ruminating that you don’t even realize you have guests in front of you until someone clears their throat in front of you.

“Act like you have some sense. The reservation for the Kim Corporation is here.”

You shove down your disdain for your boss and put on your best smile, ready to greet your new guests. Only when you look up do you realize it’s not a new guest after all.

Kim Seokjin stood in front of you, handsome as ever. His fringe frames his face, drawing your attention to his dark eyes and immaculate suit. You could tell from the quality of his clothes that it was expensive, but the white button-down left open on his chest said that looking flawless was effortless on his part. His brows furrowed at the sight of you, but then the confusion cleared, and in its place, Seokjin fixed you with a dazzling white smile and said: “It’s you.”

You barely have time to recover from the blow before you fix your smile in place (the one you use strictly for work; polite and friendly) and greet his party.

“Welcome to Dionysus, Mr.Kim. It’s a pleasure to have you dine with us tonight.”

Seokjin blinked at your formal demeanor, not expecting your casual dismissal of his recognition. But you don’t react—you can’t. No one here knew of your other life, and you planned on keeping things this way.

“Please follow me; I’ll direct you towards our private dining experience.” You quickly turned on your heel, walking forward without sparing so much as a second glance towards him. But you can sense his eyes on you, that hot, molten feeling rising in your body as you lead the party toward the back.

When you stopped before the table, Seokjin pulled out the chair closest to your position, trying to address you once more. “It’s nice to see you again.”

You maintain your plastic smile. “You must be mistaken, Sir; we haven’t met. I’ve heard this is your first time visiting Dionysus.”

“You mean to tell me we haven’t met before?”

“I’m afraid not, sir.”

Seokjin raised an eyebrow, but your facade didn’t waver. If anything, your eyes seemed to embolden, daring him to question your professionalism. You’re so calm and cool that if it were anybody else, Seokjin might have believed himself to be mistaken. But he knows he’s not. As if he could forget your face after last night.

So that’s how you wanted to play this? Fine. Two could play that game. He’d get your attention one way or another.

“Excuse me, I have a special request,” asked Seokjin, successfully grabbing your supervisor’s attention. “Your hostess is so lovely. Is there any way that she could tend to our table tonight?.”

Your eyes widen in shock for a split second, not anticipating this outcome. “I’m sorry, I’m not a part of the waitstaff—”

“—Absolutely,” Your boss cut in. “I’m sure (Y/n) would like nothing more than to take care of your party personally.”

At the mention of your name, Jin’s eyes widened. He simply wanted you near, but his request seemed to come with a little gift now that he knew your name.

The realization must have dawned on you simultaneously since the look on your face is a mix of shock and rage. Jin finds the combination amusing, and he can’t keep the satisfied smirk on his lips, knowing he sneakily earned another night with you.

Serves you right for trying to ignore him. Seokjin gave you a look, cocky and full of ego, relaying this very thought.

You wanted to wipe his smug smirk off. Asshole. You haven’t waited tables since your first year in college, and now, because this guy batted his pretty eyes, you’re right back where you started?

Who does this guy think he is?

You’re beyond annoyed, but all you can do is plaster on another fake smile and join the servers at the table. Thankfully, you’d served with everyone working the table before, so getting back into the flow of things was easy.

You fell into step from memory; everything returned to you from years of practice waitressing. You reached past Seokjin to fill his wine glass, and the asshole had the nerve to look up and smile at you.

You smile back, of course, even though you’re silently fuming, but your eyes tell a different story. You let Seokjin see it, all the anger buried underneath the polite mask as you pour.

But Seokjin’s smile didn’t flinch, didn’t falter. You swear his smile only brightened, the grin spreading across his handsome face.

You didn’t realize you had overfilled his glass until you heard the scrap of his chair across the floor when he jumped back from the table.

You were so distracted you poured the wine right into his lap. But he didn’t have to know that. Even though it wasn’t your intention, you’re more than happy to claim the credit for his displeasure.

“My apologies, Sir,” you said with a smirk.

Seokjin glared at you in response. Now that the shock was gone, you had to stifle a laugh behind your hand seeing his pouty face.

Your boss hissed your name, eyeing you with a tilted head at the mess you were in no rush to clean up.

“Let me help you with that,” you sighed. You bent down, picking up a spare napkin off the table. You dipped it in water and mindlessly dabbed at the spill on his suit.

You were already so close before you realized your mistake. You could smell the heated spice of Seokjin’s cologne, and you were just a breath away from that dazzling face. Just as close as you were the first night you met. The memory of it flashes through your mind—the warmth of his palm cupping your cheek like you were his lover. It’s enough to make your breath hitch.

You met his eyes, and the depth of his dark pools told you you weren’t the only one thinking of your first night together. Seokjin’s gaze dipped, looking at your lips as he wet his own.

It’s that small action that brings you back. What were you doing? Surely you weren’t about to kiss the stranger in the middle of a job? Quickly, you removed your hand from his lap, clearing your throat as you backed away.

Your mind felt hazy, and you knew who was to blame. But what you wouldn’t understand was the fact that Seokjin had any effect on you at all.

You knew it wasn’t his status; you often came across rich men in your work. His looks were unparalleled, but you rarely found attraction towards a pretty face last if you hadn’t liked their personality.

And you didn’t like him, right? No. He wasn’t your type at all. Still, you couldn’t deny the pull felt whenever he was in your presence.

For the rest of the night, you completed service for the party away from Kim Seokjin. Dinner went on in a daze. And before you knew it was closing time. The Kim Party stayed the whole night, which was tiring, but the generous tip they left did lighten your spirits as you exited the building.

You’re halfway out the door, eagerly awaiting a night alone in your apartment, when you hear someone call out your name.

“(Y/n).”

It’s Seokjin. You looked up to find him leaning back against a luxury SUV. “Or should I call you Angel? Both names suit you quite well.”

Dammit. In the heat of the moment, you forgot all about your boss giving away your name. If your two lives weren’t crossed over before, they certainly were now.

You’ve half a mind to ignore him and pretend you didn’t hear him in the first place, but ultimately, you decided to deal with it before things get more out of hand.

You walked up towards him. “Look, I’d appreciate it if you kept that name to yourself.”

“Which name?” He teased, eyes glinting at you in the dark. “They’re both very pretty.”

“I mean it. People don’t know about my other job here.”

“So you live a double life? That’s sexy.”

“It’s not as sexy as you think,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s actually really hard, so don’t make it any harder for me.”

Seokjin tilted his head to the side, studying you. You put up a good front, coming up to him acting all demanding. But he could see the vulnerability underneath it all; a part of you was worried.

“I wouldn’t dream of making anything more difficult for you,” he said, earnestly hoping to put your mind at ease. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Oh…” You weren’t expecting him to acquiesce so quickly. You honestly thought he’d be the type of jerk to tease you and hold it over your head like earlier. But Seokjin immediately respected your boundary; you didn’t even have to put your foot down.

“Thank you,” you said awkwardly.

“Of course.”

His behavior took you off guard, but you couldn’t lose focus. Your name wasn’t the only reason you approached him.

“Um, also, while you’re here, I’d like to give you this back,” you said, reaching into your bag for the envelope. You help it out for him to take. “Thank you for the tip, but I can’t accept this.”

Seokjin stared at your hand. “That was a gift.”

“It’s too much,” you added as if that held any weight.

“I haven’t to politely disagree. I enjoyed myself, and I value your time. I think the amount reflects that.”

“I can’t accept it.”

“Can’t? Or won’t.”

“Okay, I won’t accept it. Take it back.”

“No.”

“Seokjin.”

“(Y/n).”

“Why are you making this so difficult?”

“Love, you’re the one making this difficult.”

“Look,” you said, frustrated at the conversation. “I’m not in the mood for games. I don’t know what your expectations are. But I’m not that kind of girl.”

Seokjin shook his head. “I’m not following…”

“Well then, let me make it clear to you. I said. I’m not that kind of girl.”

You were all up in his face, eyes full of fire, and Seokjin couldn’t help but like it. For a man in his position, very few people had the confidence to speak to him like that. He at once found it incredibly attractive and entertaining, watching you sass him with your neck craned as he looked down at you.

Clearly, you meant to be intimidating, but all Seokjin could think about was how sexy you looked when you were assertive.

“You didn’t read my letter, did you?”

“The letter is irrelevant; I don’t care how rich you are—you can’t buy me.”

“I think you are mistaken. I’m not trying to buy you, (y/n).”

You didn’t buy it. If there was anything you learned in life, it was that nothing ever came free. There was always a price. And this man came from a world where money ruled supreme.

“Then what do you want?”

You. It was the first thing that entered Seokjin’s mind. The thought took him by surprise. It’d been a while since he felt this attracted to anyone. And he certainly didn’t know what he was doing waiting after dinner to talk to you. Something was there, but he knew better than to voice this new feeling aloud.

Instead, he told a partial truth. “I don’t know,” he said, shrugging. “That night…. I’ve never seen someone move like that. The way you dance...You captivated me. You were like a goddess.”

You wanted to be mad at him. You really did. But you couldn’t help but feel yourself flush at the compliment and the sincerity in his voice. Men flirted with you often. It was a hazard of the job, but not like this. You’ve heard men highlight your body before, but no one ever mentioned the way you dance with awe in their voice, not just lust.

“It’s only natural to give an offering as your patron,” said Seokjin, winking at you.

Your body betrayed you then, a flush that heated you up. Get a grip! You thought. You weren’t some lovesick teen. You were grown. You would not be swayed by some rich asshole’s stupid flirting.

“Well, I don’t need your money. Here,” you said, thrusting it out in front of you. “You can have it back. I don’t want to owe you anything.”

“You don’t owe me. I wanted to give it to you,” said Seokjin, stepping closer to you. “I think you deserve a lot more, to be honest.”

Seokjin placed his hand over yours, firmly keeping the envelope in your grip. “It was a gift. Nothing more, nothing less. Keep it.”

You’re so close Jin could smell you; your skin is warm and sweet, and your perfume was sultry and floral. Seokjin could drown in it. The scent clouded his senses and, clearly, his judgment because he closed what little distance sat between him and you. Here, he had a front row to your beautiful eyes, and those plush lips, and the only thing running through his head was what it would be like to kiss you.

Seokjin looked at you, really looked at you, and this time, he noticed you were not startled. Your pupils are blown, your chest rising quickly—he’d bet anything that whatever it is going on with him, you felt it too.

But again, you pulled away.

You took a step back to give yourself space and clear your head. Any longer, and you might have kissed him for real. And even though you and Yoongi were barely a thing and planned on ending things, you hadn’t ended them yet. Even though Seokjin had you wanting to cross all kinds of boundaries—you weren’t about to cross that line.

“I um,” You stuttered, “I really can’t convince you to take it back?”

Jin considered your question. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I’ll take the money back in exchange for a date.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Was he really asking you on a date? “How is that appealing to me? That’s just swapping one problem for another.”

“It would be the best day of your life.”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

“I’m not hearing a no.”

You sighed. “I don’t want to give you the wrong impression. I’m seeing someone. And even if I wasn’t—”

“Are you exclusive?”

“Well, no—”

“—Then I have a chance?” Said Seokjin, taking a step closer to you. He smiled again, and this time, his eyes crinkled at the corners, and you felt the warmth of his gaze flush all over you.

“I, um—”

Seeing you stutter, Seokjin’s smile brightened. “I do have a chance.”

Stupid, damn feelings.

“You have no chances,” you said, barely recovering from the brilliant attack on your heart. “Because I don’t date clients, remember?” You let words settle between you, their weight grounding you back to reality.

“And now you’ve also popped up at my day job?”

“A charming coincidence, I promise,” said Seokjin, placing a hand over his heart.

“Hmm. Well, I guess I’ll keep your money after all.” Even if he was the most handsome man you’d ever met, you were an adult. Your better judgment kept you from crossing that line.

Seokjin smirked. “Good.”

Good? You narrowed your eyes at him. He looked a little too pleased with your decision. “Did you only propose that because you knew, I’d say no and keep the money?”

“No,” he said, leaning toward entrancing you again with a close-up view of his superior good looks. “I hoped you’d say yes. But I’ll take the consolation prize.”

“Besides, I’m rich,” laughed Seokjin. “It’s not like I need more money.”

And just like that, the moment of infatuation passed. Seokjin was back to being a rich asshole. Perfect. You could work with that.

You backed away from him, heading for your car. “Goodnight, Seokjin.”

“Goodnight, (Y/n)”

It’s not until you’re sitting in your car, catching your reflection in the rearview mirror, that you realize you’ve got a stupid grin on your face.

Immediately, you stopped, catching yourself. It felt nice to be admired and flirted with, but what was your problem? Why were you smiling about some random stranger when you had a—

The bright ping of your phone went, and you reached inside your purse to check your texts.

[9:06pm] Yoongi: Missed you at Paradise tonight? Can I stop by later?

Speak of the devil…Of course, Yoongi would contact you now.

You didn’t owe him any loyalty, but that didn’t mean you felt comfortable talking to other guys. But still, why?

Yoongi wasn’t your boyfriend. So why were you giving him the boyfriend treatment?

“Are you exclusive?”

“Well, no—”

“—Then I have a chance?”

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. Why were you thinking about Seokjin’s words earlier? He wasn’t even a dating option, but he did have a point.

For all intents and purposes, you were practically single, so why were you acting coupled up again?

You look at the three little dots bubbling up from your lack of response. How long were you going to keep doing this? Repeating the same cycle over again?

No. No more.

You fired off a text back: I can’t, busy, then threw your phone on the seat and started up your engine before you could change your mind

The cycle ends right now. You wouldn’t spend the rest of your twenties going back and forth with some guy who only ever wanted to sleep with you.

You’re young. You’re hot. You didn’t have to sit around and wait for some guy to want you. You could get a date with anyone you wanted, hell, even a millionaire!

For a minute, even though tonight was an inconvenience, you’re grateful you ran into Seokjin just for that reminder.

The next time you see Yoongi, you know what you need to do.

You’re ending things up with him. For good.

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kazamasthings · 2 years

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tekken characters & love languages

genre: fluff

characters: jin kazama, hwoarang x fem reader

Jin Kazama

the language that jin gives most are acts of service. why? well in the time he spent with his mother, the only person who loved him, she taught him how to take care of someone you love. I can see him when he was a kid asking Jun "mum why did you always do all this for me?" and her replying with a big smile "because I love you jin". Jin learned to show his love with acts of service. he’ll book your doctors appointments, he will always know what to order when you go to the restaurant. If you need help with any school or college assignments, don't worry! your super smart boyfriend will do it for you.

the language Jin needs most is physical touch. yes, even though you guys have been together for some time, he is still shy to ask, but when you initiate physical affection, this man's heart melts completely. Jin can be a little insecure because of the betrayals he has suffered in the past, so words alone aren't enough for him. However, you only need to stroke his hair and give him the most sincere and bright smile, and Jin will feel loved again! :) he's just a baby.. 🥺

Hwoarang

the language that hwoarang gives the most is quality time. he is a loving person, but not good with words. he is a hothead and gets stressed easily, when that happens, his only thought is: "pfff,,,, i wanted my girl here". hwoarang wants to do everything with you. will he practice taekwondo? then you will stay in the dojo with him. does he want to eat tteokbokki? then you two will go out to eat. does he just want to ride his motorcycle around town? so get on the back!

the language hwoarang needs most is words of affirmation. tbh, he appreciates sincerity in his beloved. due to his explosive personality, he needs someone who can tell when he's crossing the line and getting into trouble. on the other hand, he loves having his ego massaged, so you win his heart when you give him heartfelt compliments: "whoaa rangie, you're so strong you're the best ever."

bonus:

kazuya mishima: none. he doesn't love anyone.

heihachi mishima: he kills you.♡

LMFAOSJAJEISKAHEWJADUS JUST KIDDING OK

hello dear friends idk if anyone will read this but i hope you like it. i came up with this idea because i like this kind of headcanon, but i didnt find many about tekken around here, so i made my own hehe. did you like it? 🥺 maybe ill write more later… bye bye

#tekken #tekken headcanon #jin kazama #hwoarang #kazuya mishima #heihachi mishima #tekken headcanons #jin kazama headcanon #hwoarang headcanon #tekken reactions #tekken x reader

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yoonjinsgirl · 7 months

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Heyaaaa guys!!! I'm here with chapter-4 to my series.

checkout series previous chapters: 1💌 2💌 & 3💌

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Yoongi x fem!Reader

Summary: you wake up one day only to realize it's 2026 already & to your biggest shock you are not in your bedroom, not in your house! You try to wake yourself up from the dream! But is it really a dream or the truth of your life?

Genre: idol au, mirror world au, fluff, suggestive.

Taglist: Open

Updates: after every 4 days.

Warnings: An au concept, not something that could make sense irl, it could be dangerously delulu. please note all my writings are fictional and has nothing irl to do with any idol/person.

A/N: this fic also feature hobi and his girl "I'm naming hobi's girl as my hobii biased bestie*. We obviously do have bangtan featuring and also a cameo of jihoon aka woozi 💜

Request are open & also highly welcomed and appreciated! Check my work until now: Masterlist💌 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡^·ᴗ·^♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I've imagined this all night and every day!💕

Chapter - 4

As you were lost in your thoughts, yoongi's voice brought you back to reality.

"So guys i have something important to share with all of you regarding our upcoming tour" yoongi said as he looked towards you and you nodded assuring him that he has your attention. But before he could make any announcements, hobi immediately interrupted in between.

"NO HYUNG WAIT! Guys please hang on for a minute" he said as he stood up from his seat immediately dragging yoongi to a corner discussing something with him.

Meanwhile you and your bestfriend look at eachother with a confusing look. So does members look at eachother and you both with confusion, thinking if anyone among you knew what was this whole fuss about! But looked like no one really knew about it.

"Y/nieee/Y/nssii do you anything about this?" both namjoon and jungkook who were sitting around you asked. "Sorry guys i really don't know what is this about!" You replied them.

"Daymnnn! this suspense is gonna eat me up" jungkook said sulking.

"So harshiiee do you know anything? Did hobii hyung told you about whatever discussion is going on between him and yoongi hyung" jimin asked harshitha while taehyung looked towards her hoping atleast she would be having something to spill about whatever was going on, "ehhh.. actually i too don't know anything about this whole thing! Sorry jimin! Sorry guys!" She said again shattering everyone's hopes.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! This hyung is awfully quite! C'mon hyung spill the beans already! we all know, you definitely know something about this thing, only that's why you are not getting desperate to know!" Jungkook pointed towards Jin whose expressions weren't proving Jungkook's point but his red ears definitely exposed him.

"Yahhhhhh! Yahhhhhh! Yahhhhh! i don't know anything, and have some respect towards your elders!!" Jin said trying to avoid answering anyone. Before discussion could go any further both yoongi and hobi returned back to their seats gaining everyone's attention.

"Sorry guys for making you all wait, but i had things to confirm with hyung and so we took time." Hobii said looking towards everyone who were on their verge to bounce questions on them, looking like desperate kids who wanted to know where their chocolates were hidden.

Yoongi chuckled slightly at the sight of members, which made them instantly jump on him, "what is so funny about our faces hyung? We are desperate to know what are you and hobi hyung hiding from us that even namjooniee hyung doesn't knows about and this hyung here won't answer even though we all clearly know he knows something about it". Both Jimin and Taehyung spoke.

"Calm down guys! So the thing i was going to say was that as we know that our tour is shortly going to get announced, i wanted to make sure, you all know that, I'm not coming without y/n, so she'll be with me during the tour. I'm not going to leave her alone here waiting for me! She doesn't deserve to always just keep waiting for me, so i had talked with our staff, our team and pdnim and they've agreed to it! Yoongi said making your eyes widened, ofcourse he told you about this before coming here but you didn't expected that memebers didn't knew about this, because you thought surprise meant, only you didn't knew. Hobi took over yoongi and continued, "I've similar request like hyung! I'm not leaving harshiii alone here! I don't think that's acceptable to leave our partners alone here everytime we have schedules, like half of the time that's what we do, they had enough not anymore! I too have got all permission and tickets and visa".

You could see harshitha's jaw drop and her face turning red getting flustered due to all the love and concern that was visible in hobii's words. Meanwhile you were shocked by everything happening around, you thought your head might explode, Is this all happening according to your wishes you thought. Meanwhile yoongi continued talking, "You guys we wanted to talk to you all first but then we knew you all would support us! We know eachother better than anyone else, and it was important to first make confirmation with company and Yes Jin hyung knew about it because he was the one who encouraged us to go on with our decision." You could see Jin shrugging off at yoongi's words.

"So guys don't attack him because we had requested to not let anyone know about this so please don't get mad on him" hobi said asking everyone especially his maknaes, ofcourse he knew how it could actually hurt everyone's feelings but here he knew how they all had dramatic ass.

"Hobaa! Yoongi Hyung! Don't get mad on us! But actually we are sorry!" Namjoon suddenly said out of nowhere.

"What are you saying Namjoonahh?" Hobi asked him being absolutely clueless.

"Yes we didn't get it? Like why are you sorry! We are supposed to be sorry actually for not talking with you earlier!" Yoongi asked namjoon clearly not understanding why was he sorry as according to him, clearly him and hobi were at fault.

"Actually hyung don't get mad on us.. but we knew about this! So we are sorry for spoiling this announcement, Actually we had heard three of you talk about this a week before and had decided to suprise you instead by gifting you guys couple accessories for airport look as we thought it was meant to be our surprise that you'll suddenly bring them along to airport and will surprise us saying they are accompanying us!"

"OKAY! but what now? Who all knew this? And who are we", hobi asked taken back completely shocked by the truth.

"Ehh hobiii hyung we all knew" jimin said smiling cutely trying to mask off his nervousness.

"YAHHHHHHHH! then how dare you all question me like that if you knew all this?" Jin asked all of them dramatically feeling unnecessarily attacked without having any fault.

"Because we thought there's more to this! Kekeke sorry hyungiee" "Jungkook said giggling his bunny smile visible enough to melt everyone's heart.

Meanwhile both you and your bestfriend kept watching the whole drama unfold, both of you too invested in it. You swear to god you never thought you had get a chance to see a whole ass run bts level of drama and suspense unfold before yourself! Like literally in person.

"OKAY SO IS ANYTHING ANY OF US ARE HIDING FROM EACHOTHER NOW?" Jin asked and everyone remained silent in reply, "okay that's better, let's all sit down now". And everyone followed him and got seated.

So i guess that's it for today, shall we all leave now? Jungkook proposed.

How about going to karaoke? Taehyung asked him and others.

Actually guys sorry i can't, like I'm myself surprised that I'm rejecting this offer but I've some plans already heh so.." jungkook replied, while all eyes fixated to him.

Ahhhhh i get it you said looking towards him laughing slightly.

As others look at you both with questioning eyes!

"Didn't you guys understood what is his other plans are? Ofcourse he has committed a live to armys and must have promised the time too, only that's why he's is hurry to leave. And rejecting going to karaoke because he's going to have one at his place!" You said smiling widely at how no matter what world you go bangtan are still never gonna change, nor their love for armys would!

You guys that's why ggukie has always been our best friend, you say", your bestfriend agreeing with you says, "For real! He has always been like our best friend, having late night lives talking and singing and dancing with us". You nod agreeing with her and add "exactly even early morning lives lol! Like i almost felt like i personally know him through screens! Ggukie always made sure we never feel lonely" you said while jungkook covering his ears, getting shy by all the compliments. Meanwhile hobii and yoongi eye both you and harshitha giving what are we then look?!?

"You guys have no business getting jealous over him!" You instantly reply both of them, catching them off guard, you could see how flustered they looked when you caught them. While the members enjoyed the drama. Soon you all bid byes and walked out of the grand hotel, one by one all leaving in their cars. You couldn't believe you just had your dream come, even if it was in some other side of world, you as well along with yoongi settle down in his car and leave the hotel collecting beautiful happy memories of time you had spend there.

You are lost in your thoughts looking out of window thinking how overnight everything in your life dramatically changed! Until yesterday you were just a mere fangirl who loved bangtan...who loved min yoongi! And today here you are, you just meet them, you are currently dating yoongi! Obviously in another world but hey yoongi and bangtan in your world are just similar loving and kind and hot ofcourse.

You come back to reality remembering what woozi had told you before and think you must not let go off yourself because you don't belong in here! You don't belong to this world! Nor do you belong to yoongi! Even if it hurts like hell you need to remember it.

Suddenly you feel a warm touch on your thigh and a shiver runs down your spine as you know the owner of those hand to be yoongi, those pretty hands of his that you always craved for, you bit your lips to get a hold on yourself. And immediately put your hands on them and hold it before anything else could happen. Yoongi smiles at you as he sees you holding his hand. And in no time you both reach back to his place.

As soon as he unlocks the door to his house he stops you on your track and holds your arm around his neck and before you could understand anything, yoongi was carrying you in his arms. You feel butterflies in your stomach, you know your face is already red as tomato so you hide your face into his chest. Probably all wrong possibilities cooking inside your dumb head.

"Aigooooo why is my kitten so shy" yoongi says as he notices your state and laughs showing his cutest gummy smile. How at the moment you wished you could probably eat his cute fluffy cheeks. This was definitely what you wanted, though you knew yoongi never loved you it was just some silly stupid realm thing making it happen, so you would be probably using him if you cross your limits.

"Yoon please put me down" you ask him. "Why bby i thought you felt romantic when i lifted you" yoongi asked you still walking towards the bedroom. "Yes yoon but you must be tired also what about your shoulder yoongs! I can't risk your health" you tell him. "Don't worry kitten I'm fine and besides I'm sure doc never forbidded me from not lifting love, so i can lift up my love anytime i or you want". He said while kissing your forehead and holding you tight.

"But yoonieee" you try to protest but he attaches his lips to yours just to shut you up. And swiftly drops you in bed your lips still attached. And your mind asking you to stop this right here but your heart doesn't seems to listen to your advice at all. Before you could do anything. He gently lets you go and you definitely miss his lips on yours. You see him walking towards closet without saying a word and you feel guilty about spoiling it for him but you were helpless.

Minutes later he comes out walking with clothes in his hands and offers you his hands to get up and you follow his gesture without arguing, trying not to upset him anymore. As leads towards bathroom you are shocked to see the arrangement, your eyes widen as you see bathroom decorated beautifully with rose petals, lotus and candles and soft music already playing from somewhere, you are shocked to see his efforts but your heartbreaks thinking how will you handle this situation!

"Love" yoongi calls you out in his deepest voice as he lifts you up to the counter on his bathroom and makes you sit there. "Bby i could see since morning how stressed you were about something, so i thought i should do something about it and so i thought this was the best way to help you! I know you love this kind of arrangement and a long & warm bath always helps you so here you go my love" His eyes shining with love for you and you couldn't resist giving him a quick kiss on his check. To which he smiles brightly. "I know you would love me to join you but this is meant to calm you down ifykyk" yoongi laughs while teasing you. Does this man knows what exactly he is doing to you, you think as he holds your hands and kisses you knuckles. "So before this whole thing gets ruined get your therapy and don't worry as always I'll keep your clothes ready hmnn..!!" He says as gently strokes your face with his thumbs.

You already feeling yourself melting under his gentle touch, thinking one more strike and you won't be able to control yourself. So you gently hold his hands and look into his eyes and give him another kiss on his cheek, place your hands on his shoulders and slowly get down the counter. As he holds you by your waist to save you from falling down. You swear to god the way he treats you, the way he cares for you and treats you like a queen makes him the most sexiest man to you. And it makes it even more hard to resist him and to not fall in love with him for the 1000000000... time now.

"Okay love so I'll get going now before i lose my control, i hope you will feel better after getting freshen up" he says as he kisses your forehead and finally leaves you while closing the door. You instantly fall down locking the door from inside thinking how you aren't doing this right and hope woozi actually finds a way faster, you can't help but feel guilty for making yoongi do this all, he doesn't deserve this. Even if he really doesn't has a girlfriend that doesn't mean you are allowed to play with his feelings! you think as you feel so bad as you look at all the effort he has put in for you. You get up and go in and take shower, mostly while sobbing quietly. But you control yourself because what if yoongi would know you cried! What will you tell him then, you think.

As promised by yoongi he had kept clothes ready for you to change in. You get ready and come out to find yoongi drying his hairs. As soon as he notices you, he keeps the dryer away and comes to you. "Don't worry yoongs I'm fine now" you said while holding his hands. "So what are we gonna do now?" You ask him. "Well I've some plans to spend our day but it's our love anniversary too y/n i don't want you too feel like it means nothing to me" he says, hesitation visible in his eyes, "yoons you know we both are so much alike! I know i will love your idea because you are my ideal man" you tell him, making him blush slightly at your sudden compliment. "Well my plan is watching something on tv, while laying down comfortably in our bed and order a take-out or maybe i can cook us anything you want to eat, also coffee and popcorn are kept ready just in case if you like my plan" he says while smiling towards you. "Perfect Plan Yoongs! That's exactly how i would like to celebrate our love anniversary by staying next to you, that's all I've waited and all i want." You reply him sheepishly. While he hugs you lovingly, and you slowly hug him back.

And that's exactly how you spend your day with him relaxing while laying down in the bed, stealing glances at yoongi every few mins, sipping your favorite iced americano and sharing popcorn with him as you watch something on tv, you don't even know when the day came to an end. Both of you had your dinner as you decided to order take-out as you could sense yoongi was quite tired to cook anything.

You both were now watching some funny cat video, as you notice yoongi smiling whole heartedly, his shoulders shaking as he laughs, you can't help but stare at him, here he was, the man of your dreams, the only one you always wished to be with, your favorite smile in the whole world, the favorite sound of his laugh. Everything about him was your favorite. "Wae wae wae?" Yoongi suddenly asks you, "What?" You ask him back. "Why are you are suddenly staring at me like that?" Yoongi asks you, feeling a bit shy under your gaze. "Because you are my favorite person yoongi, and i love you so much" you blurt out feeling the moment. For seconds there's a pindrop silence as you curse yourself for being a fool for not getting hold on yourself for 777777777... time now. Before you could process anything you feel his soft lips on you, kissing you slowly, and making your heart beat faster than ever as you fight with your heart to not lose your control, but does it even matters to your heart, no because few seconds later you find yourself kissing him back, you could feel him smiling throughout the kiss, although you hate yourself to admit how you love the feeling of lips on yours, it's almost like he devours it as if that's his only favorite thing in the world. His hands pulling you closer to feel you as much as he could. "Y/n i can never have enough of you, you drive me crazy, everything about you makes me insane, i love you so much, he says while bringing you even more close to him, "stop me before i go insane y/n, i don't know what it is about you that makes me so impatient!", he says as he traps you between his arms, and you lay on his chest hugging him. "It's the same thing that drives me insane for you yoons" you reply him.

He turns off the t.v as you both drift to sleep while holding eachother close.

Days go on and turn into a week, while you and yoongi enjoyed every bit with eachother. Your bond getting stronger then ever. Though none of you crossed any of your limits, before anything would get heated up or intensive, both of you would immediately divert your feelings and gently hug each other. And day by day you kept falling more and more in love with him.

How long will this all continue, could you always stay close to yoongi? Is all you would keep thinking everyday as you spend your days with him. Deep down feeling guilty of thinking to never return back and stay near him always. Thoughts like this always haunted you hard everyday as you would lay down next to him, sleeping in his arms as he holds you close. Hearing yours and his breathing sounds became your favorite bgm to fall asleep.

Until one day you get the unexpected call and you see your world falling apart! The world you had created in your head on basis of your own imagination.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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I really hope guys enjoyed this extra long chapter :) I'm genuinely trying to improve my writing skills, i know it took me a day extra to upload this like it's literally 01.15 am as I'm uploading this lmaooo. ^>ᴗ<^

stay tuned and please look forward to next part as I've started working on it already. As i write this series i seriously wanna salute and applaud for every writer over years whose fics I've always read and enjoyed, because i totally can feel how hard it is to manage writing series. Especially hatts off to those who upload every part daily or those who simply upload a new fic daily. My love and respect to all the writers/authors.♡

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