#jin au
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The Horrible Un-Haunting of Elliot House
Author: kpopfanfictrash
Genre: Ghost!AU / Romance / Comedy (?)
Pairing: Seokjin / Reader (she/her)
Synopsis: Some houses are harder to sell than others but you, Y/N, are determined to find the (supposedly) haunted Elliot House a new owner. That is, until it's very real and very hot exceedingly well-dressed ghost decides to make himself known. If only you didn't find yourself enjoying the knowing.
Rating: PG-13 (kissing but nothing beyond that)
Word Count: 6,214
Author's Note: hope you enjoy this random Halloween "drabble"! This got oddly angsty? I suppose that happens with ghost love LOL
[ Cross-Posted to Wattpad ]
“Through here,” you say, leading the Gundersons through an arched door. “You’ll find the most adorable sunroom.”
The Gundersons both gasp, appropriately awed by the tall walls of windows. Each panel is topped with stained glass, casting colorful patterns across the checkered floor. Technically, the sunroom isn’t part of the original house – it was added in 1975 during a brief period the address was owned by a cult – but you rarely disclose this fact during tours. Most people don’t care which parts of the house are original, so long as they can say they bought a 19th century Tudor.
Not that you blame them. Most people (or at least, sane people) appreciate the romanticism of an old structure without actually wanting to live in one. Modern amenities are the top benefit of progress, after all. The government couldn’t pay you to live without modern heating, plumbing, or refrigeration.
“Margaret, did you see?” Arthur Gunderson, a slightly rotund lawyer, and husband of said Margaret, gestures emphatically. “I’ll be damned if this stained glass isn’t Tiffany! See there, see that stamp in the corner?”
“Good eye, sir!” you chirp, barely glancing up from your clipboard.
Truthfully, you aren’t sure whether the glass is authentic. The cult that installed could hardly be called profitable (they sold the house at a loss after less than ten years, although this likely had more to do with crimes committed on said property than their income, but you digress), so you’d be hard-pressed to believe they could afford real Tiffany.
If this is what convinces the Gundersons to buy though, you’re hardly a realtor to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Ticking a box in the upper right corner – sunroom – you look up. “Right, well. That’s most of the lower level.” Pivoting on your heel, you head towards the corridor. “If you two will follow me upstairs, we can –”
“What’s that?”
Steps slowing, you stare at the plaster wall. A moment passes, then two before you convince yourself to turn around. When you see where Arthur Gunderson points, a relieved breath leaves your lips.
“Oh, that?” Floorboards squeak as you cross the room, sounding almost like laughter. “That’s the cellar. I’d offer you a look but unfortunately, the staircase isn’t quite up to code. You’ll need someone to look at that ASAP if you buy.”
Hovering at the wooden door, you grasp its bronze knob and pull. Tugging the cord for the light, you briefly scan the stairs but spot nothing unusual. Mostly convinced, you dutifully step aside.
“Feel free to look,” you say brightly.
The Gundersons crowd the landing you vacated.
“Careful, honey,” Arthur warns, holding Margaret’s elbow. “These stairs are steep.”
Standing on tiptoe, Margaret peers beyond him into the basement gloom. It could be your imagination, but she almost seems disappointed. A few cobwebs and shadows line the staircase, but nothing more sinister.
Hiding a smile, you check the next box. Cellar. Sometimes, people request to see this house not because they’re interested in buying it, but for the thrill. Entering the haunted Elliot house and surviving will make a great tale to tell their friends over cocktails.
Lowering your clipboard, you glance upward. So far, everything has gone to plan, which is partly the problem. You must’ve shown this house thirty times and always, something has gone wrong by now. Before being assigned its realtor, you believed in the paranormal, but only in a theoretical way. Not because you’d witnessed anything spectral.
Your opinions since then have changed.
Turning sharply, you plaster a smile on your face. “Shall we?”
Stepping back, Margaret pulls wiry frames from her jacket pocket. “I must admit,” she says with an embarrassed laugh. “Based on what our last realtor said, I was expecting far worse from this property.”
Although your smile tightens, you nod. The other realtor had a point – Elliot house could be temperamental, at best. Downright petulant, at worst. You glare again at the ceiling.
“We get that a lot,” you say, ushering them down the hall. Best not to linger. “Whenever a house sits too long on the market, you know – people talk. Lots of rumors!”
“Oh, sure,” Arthur says, passing you with a chuckle. “We’re not superstitious, don’t worry.”
“Oh?” you say lightly, remaining behind. “That’s good to know. Now, if you head down the hall, you’ll reach the foyer. All the crown molding you pass is original. The house’s first owner and builder, Daniel Baker, was something of a craftsman. He –”
Abruptly, you cease talking and stare at the stairwell. Halfway down the steps, where before there was nothing, sits a perfectly ripe orange. Eyes narrowed, you stare at this a long beat before yanking the light cord down and shutting the door.
Glancing upward, you hiss, “Not today, I swear to – well, whatever hellish being you worship.”
The wind sounds almost like laughter, but you don’t stick around long enough to find out if that’s true. Shaking your head, you traipse down the front hall in search of the Gundersons. Luckily, they’re too busy taking pictures of the aforementioned crown molding to have noticed your absence.
“Shall we?” you say, gesturing at the front stairs.
Pocketing their phones, they begin their ascent. You wait at the bottom, giving them space to discuss the house. From personal experience, buyers tend to appreciate when you don’t hover.
Besides, the grand staircase is your favorite feature – equal parts artwork and functionality. From your place at its bottom, you admire the craftsmanship. Starting the climb, your fingertips skim whorls in the wood and for a second, you feel a phantom hand rest over yours.
Scowling darkly, you yank your palm away. Reaching the landing, you clutch at your clipboard tighter and walk forward.
“This way!” you say, practically shoving the Gundersons into the first bedroom.
While they ooh and ah about the bay windows, you tick another box on your spreadsheet. Master bedroom.
The second you’re done, the pen slips from your grasp and hovers in mid-air. It then turns, point-down, to scrawl something in the margin.
‘Master’ bedroom? Kiiind of racist, don’t you think?
Teeth gritted, you snatch your pen back. “I wasn’t the one who created the spreadsheet, okay?” you whisper. “And while, yes, I agree, and other realtors are moving away from that language, I don’t–”
“Pardon?” Arthur Gunderson peers, confused, over his shoulder.
Somewhat manic, you smile. “Oh, nothing,” you say, the words sounding high-pitched, even to you. “I was just reminding myself to show you the main bathroom. Beautiful claw-foot tub.”
“Oh. Sure,” says Arthur, returning to his wife.
Head whipping sideways, you glare at the most likely place Seokjin would be. A chuckle drifts past your ear on the other side, and your scowl deepens.
Once an appropriate amount of time goes by, you usher the Gundersons into the next bedroom. Hovering outside, you calculate how quickly you can convince them to leave. The longer they stay, the worse the so-called haunting will be.
You should have known better than to show them this house, but they were insistent. Or at least, Arthur was. Margaret seems reasonably paranoid, which you deem a positive quality. Everyone within a hundred-mile radius has heard of the haunted Elliot house.
Even the name is confusing, since it doesn’t bear the name of its builder, Daniel Baker, nor its longest resident, Mr. Josiah Whitley. Instead, it’s named for Nathaniel Elliot, the cult leader who murdered a man on its premises in 1978. Obviously, this fact wasn’t known to the public until after the cult sold the house and moved far away.
Eventually, Mr. Elliot was tried and found guilty of murder, but this was much later. Wincing a little, you glance at the ceiling. Seokjin has said many times that ghosts can’t read minds, but you wouldn’t put it past him to lie for a punchline. Even if he can’t read your mind, the faint scent of cedar lets you know he’s nearby.
Quickening your stride, you show the Gundersons the next bedroom. “This is one of my favorites,” you say, pulling hard on its warped door. “The view from that window is stunning. You can see all the way to the brook!”
Taking the bait, Margaret crosses the room. “Oh, look, Arthur!” she exclaims, leaning forward. “There’s a gazebo!”
He follows at a more leisurely pace, frowning when he spots a lone cobweb in the corner. Sighing, you swipe at this as you pass, almost certain the web wasn’t there this morning.
While the two converse, you pull out your clipboard and run down the list again.
Most days at your job are like today – running down lists and waiting for other people to make their own life decisions. Becoming a realtor wasn’t so much a choice as it was thrust upon you. When your mom got sick your senior year of grad school, you returned to take care of her and finished your coursework remotely.
There were only so many jobs with flexible hours, and you ended up getting your realtor’s license to support her on the side. When your mom passed, you stuck around to sort out her paperwork and affairs. Two years later, everything is in order and still, you remain. Stuck in a holding pattern, showing houses and too afraid to try your hand at anything different.
BANG.
The sudden noise from above plunges the room into silence. Both Arthur and Margaret swivel, wide eyes landing on you.
Margaret’s glasses chain trembles. “What was tha–”
“My assistant,” you blurt, backing towards the door. “He mentioned he would stop by to drop off some keys. That must be him – I’ll go and check!”
“But…” Arthur stares. “The noise came from above.”
“Be right back!” you call, stepping into the hall.
As fast as possible without raising suspicion, you rush down the hall. “Seokjin,” you hiss, hand skimming the banister as you descend. “Stop that right now!”
No one responds – not that you thought he would. Crossing the foyer, you reach the cellar door and yank it open. Flicking the overhead light, you see the orange has disappeared. Rolling your eyes, you shut the door.
“This isn’t funny,” you huff out loud to no one.
Far above you, a low groan shakes the house. Honestly, it sounds more sexual than scary, but you suppose that only makes it more sinister. Reaching the foyer, you slow your pace and set down your clipboard. Suppressing a sigh, you glance at the clock. This has happened enough times that you can predict things to the minute.
Crossing your arms, you tap your foot and count down in your head.
One – increased groaning. Sometimes from the cellar, often the attic and, during one memorable visit, from behind a locked bathroom door.
Two – shuffling feet while the Gundersons (insert buyer’s name here) debate whether to run or wait it out. They hastily whisper, wondering if it’s their minds playing tricks.
Third – laughter. Seokjin will say it sounds lilting but to you, his laughter is more akin to a car’s windshield wipers. Today, said laughter drifts from the main bedroom, immediately followed by the Gundersons’ screaming.
Directly above you, Margaret’s heels pound wooden floors. Wincing, you make a mental reminder to buff the scuffs from the wood.
“ARTHUR!” she calls, her voice pitching upward.
“Right behind you!” he bellows.
When the lights in the foyer flicker, you lean against the grand railing. In your experience, there’s nothing you can do now to save the showing. As soon as Seokjin reveals himself, it’s only a matter of time.
“Whoooo dareeessss to disturrrrrb meeeee!” he wails, and you try not to laugh. “This is MYYYY homeeee and you are nooooot welcomeeeee! OoOOOOooooOOo!”
Arthur is first down the stairs. Reluctantly, you step forward – as their realtor, you’ll try to calm them down and get them out. All part of the plan. What’s not part of the plan is Arthur’s blind panic, elbowing you – hard – in the stomach as he runs past.
Concaving, you stumble, your foot catching on a loose floorboard as you fall backwards. Suddenly, a pink cushion slides between you and the floor. You land in the middle of it, shocked but unharmed.
Arthur yanks open the front door. “You!” he blurts, whipping around to point. Blinking, you fight the urge to glance over your shoulder. “Yes, you,” he scoffs, spittle flying as Margaret runs past. “I don’t know if this is your idea of a sick joke or what, but your manager will be hearing from me!”
Before you can formulate a response, Arthur is out the front door. You hear the sound of their car starting, exhaust billowing behind them as they speed down the street.
Propping yourself on one elbow, you release a sigh. The house has fallen silent, almost sheepish in its total lack of sound. Head lolling back, you glare at the ceiling.
“You are so annoying,” you groan, well-aware you sound crazy. “I honestly don’t know what you’re looking for, Seokjin. The Gundersons were fine.”
The front door slams.
An outline of a person materializes between you and the living room, seeming composed of dust motes and sunshine. Turning your glare in their direction, you tap your fingers against the oak floor.
Seokjin solidifies fully, rakishly leaning against the paneled wall. He’s dressed in the same navy three-piece suit he wore when he died, albeit with his hair styled in this century’s fashion. Seokjin once said ghosts are able to change their appearance, but most choose not to. There’s little point to it, and it wastes precious energy.
Sadly, he shakes his head. “See, that’s where you’re wrong,” Seokjin says, his deep timbre resonating through floorboards beneath you.
“Show off,” you mutter.
Lips twitching, he crooks a finger. The foyer light ceases to flicker, and Seokjin straightens. Dusting invisible dust from his shoulders, he walks forward.
“The Gundersons were tiresome,” he says. “I would’ve been bored of them in months, started haunting again, and this house would’ve gone right back on the market. Really, I saved you trouble in the long run. You can thank me later.”
“Oh, no,” you deadpan. “Two commissions on the same property. What a horrible fate.”
“Exactly. You’re welcome.”
Fighting an eye roll, you push yourself upward with cushion in hand. At least Seokjin was kind enough to break your fall, even if he caused the circumstances which led to it in the first place.
Brushing the dirt from the cushion, you shake your head. “You do know that eventually, someone will buy this house and you’ll have to make peace with that fact. Right?”
When Seokjin doesn’t immediately respond, you look up. His dark gaze lingers a second longer than necessary, briskly looking away when he catches you watching.
“I know,” Seokjin says, turning around. “Might I point out though, that I don’t have to make peace with anything. Ghost,” he adds, pointing at himself. “Not making peace with things is our bread and butter.”
“People have owned this house before, though.”
“Boring people,” Seokjin mutters.
“That didn’t seem to bother you back then!”
Seokjin enters the living room. “Ugh,” he groans, dropping onto a chaise. Dust motes spiral around him, as though he were solid. “If I must be trapped on the material plane, Y/N, the least the material plane could do is provide some entertainment. And the lovemaking of two seventy-year-olds doesn’t count,” he adds, fixing you with a glare.
Stifling laughter, you follow him into the parlor. Fluffing the cushion, you replace it on its chair and survey the room. Seokjin lounges dramatically and it could be your imagination, but he almost looks solid. More so than the first time you met, anyways.
He nearly scared the shit out of you, back then. Everyone at the firm warned you this house was haunted but were purposefully vague on the supernatural. The warnings they gave you were borderline mundane.
Oh, yeah, that house has been on the market forever. People say that it’s haunted, but I’d honestly be more worried about rats. Or asbestos – popcorn ceilings didn’t age well for a reason. And I don’t know if it’s true, but I heard a convict once lived in the basement for three months before the cops caught him. Watch out for that!
You entered this house with more than your usual trepidation, pepper spray in one hand and a flashlight in the other. Apparently, the wiring wasn’t all up to code – something you’ve since rectified with the city.
The sound of the door creak could’ve been written by the Brothers Grimm themselves, textbook gothic. Your flashlight swept over dusty floors, faint footprints remaining to remind you of its past. Spine steeled, you forced yourself to continue.
Finding a light switch, you flicked upward, and the chandelier came to life. The lighting was dim, barely enough to see by on a rainy day. Keeping your flashlight, you wandered into the parlor and came to a sudden stop. Forest green wallpaper lined the walls, remarkably intact for its age. Stunned, you turned in a slow circle.
Moody maximalism was one of your favorite design styles, and this room was made for it. With a slightly better attitude, you resumed your walk-through, discovering a hidden cupboard in the kitchen and a dumbwaiter to nowhere. The second-floor entry point had been boarded up, but that could be rectified.
Some of the woodwork of the house was scuffed, and a few corners held fallen leaves, but overall, it was in great condition. None of the realtors had prepared you for that – you arrived expecting a war zone and were pleasantly surprised.
On the second floor, you found a library – or what had once been the library, given the shelving was empty – that made you audibly gasp. Blue-black custom shelves extended along three of the walls. Closer to the door, a bright square of color remained from where a painting had hung.
Curious, your fingers traced the edges. “This place is unreal,” you murmured to yourself.
“I know, right?” said a voice directly in your ear.
Like any sane person, you screamed and jumped skyward. Your flashlight fell, its beam rolling over and over until it hit a baseboard. You didn’t stick around to find out, turning fast on your heel and bolting into the hall.
Thundering down the front stairs – wincing as the wood groaned – you nearly reached the foyer when Seokjin appeared.
“Boo,” he said calmly, between you and the door.
Coming to a shuddering halt, your hand gripped the railing. The ghost was impeccably dressed, if slightly invisible, and raised a dark brow in response to your flight.
Gaze darting sideways, you sought a second exit but all you could recall was the cellar and that wasn’t an option. Years of training from watching scary movies kicked in at that point, and you slowly straightened. Running away would do nothing – a ghost could follow you anywhere – so, maybe reasoning with him would be the best option.
“What do you want?” you asked, masking your fear to plant both hands on your hips. “Who are you?”
Surprise flared in his – admittedly attractive – gaze. Some of the shock had worn off by then, and you could admit to yourself (if to no one else) that the ghost before you was hot. Even thinking this felt ridiculous, and you wondered if your already-fragile grasp on reality was slipping.
Taking a single step forward, the ghost cocked his head. When you stumbled back, his lip quirked, and he appeared by your side.
“Who am I?” he mused, walking in a slow circle. “Awfully strange to ask me that, when I’m the person that died here, and you’ve never stepped foot in this house until now. I would know.”
Started, you turned your head.
This was a mistake since it allowed you to see every ridge of his features. The rounded tip of his nose, his enviably full lips, and a curve to his jawline which could likely cut glass.
Forcing your gaze upward, you found him focused on you. “You… died here?” you asked before you could think better.
His lips thinned. “You know, it’s very rude to ask a ghost how they died. It’s personal.”
“Oh,” you said. “Sorry, I didn’t know.”
“You didn’t ask,” the ghost replied with a sigh.
Your eyes narrowed, hearing barely hidden laughter in his tone. This ghost was making fun of you. The audacity!
Incensed by this, you lifted your chin. “Wouldn’t asking you whether it’s polite to ask about death be asking you about death, though?”
“Fair enough.” He shrugged, slipping both hands in his pockets. “There really isn’t a good way for you to bring up that conversation.”
A laugh escaped, despite yourself.
His gaze flickered, as though oddly pleased. Quickly, the ghost scanned you from your shoes to your face, where he lingered.
“I’m curious,” he mused, resuming his walk in a circle.
Despite your discomfort, you forced yourself to stay still. Even though you could feel each place his gaze lingered – your shoulders, your collarbone, tacing the slope of your cheekbones.
“What are you curious about?” you asked, pushing the words past your lips.
He stopped between you and the door again. Slipping both hands from his pockets, he crossed his arms over his chest. The way his biceps strained against his suit was intriguing, implying there was something to strain against. Dimly, you wondered what a ghost’s gym routine looked like.
Your lips twitched at the thought, and the ghost scowled.
“Stop that,” he commanded. “You should be terrified. I was curious about why you haven’t run yet. Anyone else would’ve by now.”
“Would they?”
“Based on my experience, yes.” He tilted his head. “This is the first time I’ve introduced myself to someone and they stayed. Well,” he amended through teeth. “Stayed without crucifixes, holy water, and a priest.”
“Does that really work?” you wondered, genuinely curious.
“Does what work – exorcism?”
You nodded.
“Clearly not.” He waved a hand down his body. “At least, not in my case. When I first died, I wanted to move on. I was even excited when the first priest arrived, but he did nothing, and neither did the next one… eventually, I stopped hoping. Started haunting, instead.”
“Well, sure,” you said, dazed.
His lips twitched. “My name is Seokjin, by the way. Not that you asked.”
“That was literally one of the first things I asked!”
Ignoring this, Seokjin stuck out his hand. “And you are?”
“Y/N,” you said, ignoring the impossibility of what you were about to attempt while extending your palm. “Nice to meet you.”
Your hands met in the middle and, instead of passing through, you felt your palms brush. For a moment, you touched calluses and warm skin, smelling the faint scent of cloves.
Seokjin went utterly still.
Chin jerking down, he stared at your joined hands. “That’s… never happened before.”
Retracting swiftly, you said the first thought that came to mind. “What? Never touched a woman?”
Scowling, he retracted his hand as well. “I was thirty when I died, Y/N. Not thirteen.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” you muttered, then paused. “You… haven’t been able to touch anyone since you died?”
“Things, yes. People, no.” A thoughtful look crossed his face. “A psychic visited me once. The owners at that time brought her, wanting to see if she could get rid of me.” Seokjin snorted. “She got them to pay her, then said, ‘No.’ Hilarious. And interesting,” he added. “She told me she’d met other ghosts, ones that could interact. Never seemed to work for me, though.”
You blinked, unsure how to respond. For it being your first encounter with the supernatural, nothing about this had gone as imagined. You weren’t sure how to converse with a ghost who, for all intents and purposes, seemed fairly normal.
Except for the whole ‘being dead’ part.
“Well.” You shrugged. “There’s a first time for everything, I guess.”
His expression remained inscrutable, but for the faintest of seconds, you thought Seokjin looked intrigued. After a moment, he moved closer and leaned in. You caught the faintest whiff of orange, cloves, and cedar on what could have been his breath.
“I suppose there is,” he murmured, and then disappeared.
Since then, Seokjin has appeared each time you returned. The second time, you were halfway convinced your first visit was a hallucination. A theory Seokjin seemed content to feed into, refusing to show himself until you were about to leave. Then, he jumped through the hall closet to yell, “MUTINY!” and cement his presence in your mind.
Seokjin doesn’t dress the same every time. A few weeks into your friendship (if one can call it that), he informed you he could change his appearance but hadn’t done it much. It took energy to appear on the mortal pane, more so if his appearance was altered.
Still, you’ve learned Seokjin will do pretty much anything to commit to a bit. His brand of haunting tends to border on comical. Putting his arms on backwards, headless juggling, vomiting wine – really anything is fair game if not truly grotesque. By now, you’ve seen his whole gambit, which is how you can say today’s performance was lackluster.
Sprawled on the chaise, one foot dangling, Seokjin looks every bit of the tragic lothario. Again, you can’t help but wonder whether he’s gained permanence since the last time you saw him. You could almost swear the chaise sinks under the weight of his frame.
“What is it?” he demands, lazily pushing himself upward.
Something in your chest flutters, although you ignore it. Arms crossed, you fix him with a look of disdain. It’s sinful for Seokjin to look as good as he does – and the worst part is, you know it’s not an illusion.
After you met the third time, you Googled his name along with the house and found multiple hits. Seokjin Kim was killed on October 31st, 1978, by Nathanial Elliot, the leader of the Sunny Days cult. Both Seokjin’s parents joined two years prior, and he’d tried unsuccessfully to convince them to leave by mail and phone.
Eventually, he visited in person and convinced them to go – unfortunately, Nathanial caught wind of the situation and killed Seokjin before this could happen. You saw photos of Seokjin from then and can confirm he was always devastatingly handsome. Often, you’ve wondered if he left someone behind – a wife or a girlfriend – but can’t bring yourself to ask. You aren’t sure which answer would hurt more.
Regardless, you know Seokjin was missed. His parents were the ones who took down the Sunny Days cult, putting their leader behind bars for killing their son. Seokjin admitted once that they tried to tear this house down. They didn’t know he was tied to the grounds, and he didn’t want to tell them. It would’ve been harder for them to move on, he explained, and your heart broke a little.
Not long after that, you accidentally let it slip that Seokjin had a scent. It made him howl with laughter, nearly falling down the front stairs – not that this would’ve hurt him. From then on, Seokjin showed off his growing ability to move solid objects by leaving oranges for you in the house whenever you came. Only another of his practical jokes but lately, it’s made your skin hot to think of.
You realized you felt more than you should for him last month when he saved you from falling. Determined to clear out the cellar, your entire foot went through the first step and Seokjin pulled you to safety.
“Careful,” he murmured, one arm wrapped around your waist. Gently, he eased you backwards and onto the landing. “The top step is rotted through. You’ll need to call in someone to fix that.”
Unable to speak, you nodded and quickly disentangled. Each place he had touched, your skin tingled, and not at all unpleasantly. Since that day, your feelings have only worsened. Sometimes, you wonder if he knows.
Sometimes you wonder whether he feels the same, no matter how hopeless it is.
Heaving a great sigh, Seokjin stands from the couch. Lifting both arms, he stretches this way and that like an overgrown cat. The end of his shirt comes untucked, displaying a flat strip of skin you refuse to acknowledge.
Forcing your gaze to his face, you lift a single brow. Weeks after meeting, you considered Seokjin your friend, or at least an acquaintance. Now, you can’t call this friendship, but not because things between you have worsened. It’s because the more time you spend together, the more you find yourself wishing for something impossible. Something more.
“You know what,” you tell him. “There’s no need to scare off every potential buyer.”
Seokjin pauses, then lowers his arms. “There’s a need when they’re terrible. I’m the one forced to live with them for eternity, not you.”
“It’s not an eternity, though,” you tried to joke. “Eventually, they’ll die – or, so one would presume.”
Seokjin’s face hardens. Before you can take another breath, he’s standing before you. “Much better,” he says, his voice like steel. “I love being reminded that, while the world continues to age around me, I never will. I’ll simply stay on this godforsaken plot of land until the earth is destroyed by its own inhabitants. How long do you think that’ll take, Y/N? One decade? Two?”
Eyes wide, you stare at him in shock.
Seokjin has never spoken to you like this before. Usually, he’s far more cavalier about his reality, easily accepting the fact that he’s a ghost. Never once has he ranted about the world passing by. In fact, Seokjin frequently throws in your face that you’ll soon have more wrinkles than him.
For the first time, you wonder if all that is a front. If perhaps, deep down, all his lackadaisicalness is merely a cover for a deeper kind of fear.
Slowly, you move closer. “I didn’t mean to be dismissive,” you murmur. “Of course, I don’t want you to be forced to live with people you hate. I just meant…”
You trail off, uncertain and Seokjin’s face softens. He moves even closer, his scent comforting you in a way you can’t explain. In a way it shouldn’t be.
“I’ll never get used to this,” you sigh.
You aren’t sure why you’re speaking so softly. Possibly due to his proximity and possibly due to the look in his eyes, studying you as though you’re the impossibility, and not him. Dust motes trail through the air when Seokjin lifts a hand.
With bated breath, you watch as he reaches towards you. At the last second, he shifts and lightly brushes your jaw.
Sharply, you inhale because you feel it. You feel him.
“Seokjin,” you whisper. “What are you…”
Gently shushing, he leans in, and you feel his breath, feather-light, across your skin. Utterly shocked, you go still. It’s his breath that you feel. Breath that shouldn’t exist, according to logic.
Slowly, his gaze drops and stays on your lips. If Seokjin can’t read minds, he must hear your heart racing. The sound of it is all-consuming, drowning out rational thought.
“You want to know what I’m waiting for?” he murmurs, his gaze lifting. “I’m waiting for someone to look at this… house the way you do.”
“A lot of people have liked the house, Seokjin. People who –”
“I don’t want you to sell this house."
Startled, you stop. “Why not?”
His expression twists, revealing his vulnerability. “I think you know.”
Roughly, you exhale.
Yes. You do know. It’s the same reason you’ve half-assed the last six showings at this address. It’s why you keep people from looking, and when they insist, barely attempt to stifle Seokjin’s shenanigans. You could have come earlier today and requested Seokjin to be on good behavior. He would have done it. For you, he would have.
Which is exactly why you didn’t ask.
“I… want to hear you say it,” you say, so low, you’re surprised that he hears.
Achingly slow, Seokjin’s hand slips from your jaw to your neck. When he pulls you closer, you can feel the weight of his hand, the solid pressure that comes from his fingers on your skin.
Your eyes flutter shut.
“I don’t want you to go,” Seokjin murmurs, his lips close to your ear. “If someone else buys this house, you’d stop showing it. You wouldn’t come here again, and I can’t leave these grounds. If someone else buys this place” – his breath hitches – “I won’t see you again. I can stomach eternity, Y/N, but not without you.”
“Seokjin.” His name leaves your lips as a whisper, or prayer.
“Yes?”
“Do you ever…” Eyes opening, you look up. “I don’t want to say it out loud.”
“Why not?”
“Because.” Your voice breaks. “That might make it real. What I want can’t be real, so if I say it out loud, it might vanish and right now, it exists in this tentative space. We exist in this space.”
Lightly, his thumb strokes your throat, and you feel your knees buckle. Every callous, every touch feels so horribly real, it’s making it difficult to remember why this can’t be.
“I’ve stopped wondering what’s real and what’s not,” Seokjin murmurs, his gaze tracing your mouth. “Most people say I shouldn’t exist and yet, here I am. They say I shouldn’t be here, able to touch you like this and yet, I am. They say I shouldn’t–”
Rising on tiptoe, you cut him off with your kiss. Seokjin shudders, his lips parted and warm in the shock of the moment.
“Fuck,” he groans, breaking away to stare at you in wonder.
Before you can respond, he returns, his kiss wild and fierce. Your own desire surges, touching him hesitantly at first, and then with full abandon. Hands sliding up his chest, over his shoulders, your fingers curl in his hair to anchor him to you.
Cupping your face, Seokjin pulls your body to his. His touch is reverent, deifying while his hands travel lower to land on your waist. His body curves above yours, catching your gasps with the tip of his tongue. Seokjin feels solid beneath you – solid, and warm, and painfully real.
His mouth moves to your jaw, trailing heat down your throat and across your bared collar. Shivers of pleasure shoot through you as he walks you backwards, pressing your spine to the wall. Briefly – wondrously – you laugh, the sound caught again by his kiss.
Within minutes, you’re panting, heart beating wildly as you grip his hair tighter. Seokjin’s leg presses forward, pushing your thighs apart and you nearly dissolve. He moves harder, faster, as though scared that you’ll vanish. This is the opposite of disappearing, though.
This is together, beneath, and on top as –
“Shit,” Seokjin growls, the sound torn from his throat.
Dazed, you look sideways and realize his hand has gone through the wall.
Seokjin stares at his wrist, his chest rising and falling. Everything you can feel is solid, but his hand sinks through the wall about an inch deep. It’s hard to concentrate with him above you, looking like that. Seokjin’s hair remains mussed by your hands, proving you touched him – however briefly.
Lips thinning, Seokjin pulls his hand out. Purposefully, he lays his palm flat on the wall but it’s clear to you both that he’s concentrating. Some of his pressure dissipates.
“I – fuck,” he exhales, dropping his chin.
Gently, you soothe a strand of hair behind his ear. This is the first time you’ve seen Seokjin anything less than immaculate and goddamn, if it doesn’t look good on him. That’s making it difficult to focus on the matter at hand.
The matter at hand. Ha.
Thinking this, a snort escapes your lips before you can stop it. Stunned, Seokjin glances up with wide eyes.
“Did you just… snort?” he asks, incredulous.
You shake your head, and then nod, sheepish. “Um, yes. I did. It’s just…” Now that you’ve started, you can’t help but continue. “I can’t believe the hottest make-out session of my life ended with your fucking hand through a wall.”
Seokjin stares for a long moment before – impossibly – his chest starts to shake. Before long, you’re both laughing out loud at the ridiculousness of the situation. Once your laughter has faded though, comfortable silence remains.
Pulling you into his chest, Seokjin’s hand strokes your neck. “I don’t know what this means,” he admits with a sigh.
“Me, either.”
“I do know I want to do that again.”
“Same,” you say, pulling back.
“But…” Seokjin hesitates. “Y/N. You know I’m not… real, right?”
Your heart sinks to your shoes. “You’re real to me.”
“I know.” He speaks softly. “But I –”
Lifting a hand, you press a finger to his lips. “Don’t,” you warn. “Please. I don’t want to think about the future right now. I know I don’t have eternity, but I don’t want what I have without you.”
Something in his gaze breaks but Seokjin merely nods, letting silence fall again. You fear that he’ll vanish, leaving you alone but he merely exhales. The breath brushes your skin.
“Alright,” Seokjin murmurs, winding his hand with yours. “What do you want to talk about, then?”
The ghost of a smile crosses your lips. “What if… we talk about me buying this house?”
© kpopfanfictrash, 2023. Do not copy or repost without permission.
Author’s Note: thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and Happy Halloween!
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marry me chicken | ksj
plot | After this dinner night with Jin, you learned how far can a chicken dish go.
word count | 1.9k+
genres | fluff, humor, slight angst, established relationship au, celebrity au
pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader
note | i love this couple so much. it's always easy writing about them two <3 enjoy reading!
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"I don’t think I’ll marry. I mean it’s not like I’m against marriage. It’s just that I really enjoy being on my own for now.”
That line was your answer in one of the interviews you’ve done for a magazine cover when you barely turned 20. You don’t even remember why the interviewer was asking such a thing who just entered their twenties, but you remembered why you answered that.
At the time of that interview, you were living alone for the longest time. You have been residing in your own house since you were fifteen, learning to do things on your own. When you don’t have any agenda, you usually find yourself silently reading books in your then-small garden while wearing your pajamas or writing random thoughts in your room while playing some music in the background. You avoid going out then as you feel like the paparazzi are just burning holes in your skin. Every time you go out before, you would hear new made-up stories about you.
But now, you’re sitting on your kitchen counter, watching this man prepare tonight’s dinner with his favorite apron on. The appetizing aroma of butter and garlic makes its way through your senses. He loves cooking, you learned about that fact before you two even began dating, and you love watching him doing things he loves. This is how you usually spend your date nights for the past two years: in each others’ houses, enjoying the company of one another without cameras following you around.
Moments like this, where it’s just you and Jin doing things alone, make you think about the things you said. You would simply take that back and burn every print of paper with that statement. You two already discussed your future plans but when it came to marriage, it was vague and rarely mentioned.
‘Bub, I’ll melt.” Jin suddenly said as he placed a piece of chicken on a plate.
Your head lifted since you were resting it at the palm of your hands, “Hmm?”
Jin looks at you. He can tell that you didn’t really get what he said. You had a confused look on your face and he just shook his head with a smile and chuckle.
“You were staring at me,” he told you.
You laughed before making a dramatic eye roll, “Oh, please. Can’t a girl lovingly watch her boyfriend making dinner for her?”
“No, she can’t because her boyfriend gets so self-conscious when he feels her eyes on him,” Jin replied.
You laughed once again, now walking in his direction, and slowly wrapped your arms around his waist while Jin tried to focus on garnishing his dish. Taking in the smell of his perfume and the softness of his sweatshirt, you mumbled behind him,
“We’ve been dating for more than two years now. I really expected you not to blush every time I watched you focus on something. You should get used to it or else…”
“Or else what, Bub?”
Suddenly, Jin turned around still caged in your arms. His chin sticks on his chest as he tries to meet your eyes. There, he sees a cheeky grin on your lips.
“Or else I might look at something else—”
“Now that you wouldn’t do,” he smirked, wrapping his arms all over you. ‘Because I won’t let you. I’ll just make you look at me while I feel shy rather than letting your eyes go somewhere else. I won’t let that happen. Your eyes can’t look at somebody else. Just me. Only me.”
“Ooh, possessive. I like it.” You squinted your eyes at the same time you wiggled your brows, making him chuckle.
“You know I am.” he teased back. “Anyway, let’s go enjoy what I cooked. Prepare the wine while I put these on the table.”
You nodded, “Okay. Noted, sir.”
He snickered with that. The dinner went on with you, Jin, and your dining table with a lit candle for a romantic effect. Your daughter, Francheskat, was also quietly walking around the whole time. She was just observing you and your boyfriend while you chatted about different topics, looking judgy the whole time.
“How was it?” your boyfriend asked with a small piece of chicken left on your plate.
You hummed at first, chewing on the meat, before answering with your mouth full, “It’s creamy, it’s juicy. It’s perfect, I love it! Where did you find this recipe?”
You were so lost in the meal that you didn’t notice Jin shifting on his seat and gulping down, “Online…”
“Hmm, okay.”
Throughout the whole home date, Jin didn’t let you do anything except pour the wine for you two. He was the one who cooked and cleaned up even though you insisted on helping him in your own house.
“At least let me wash the plates.”
“No, you’ll sit down right there or I’ll tie you up–”
Jin just realized what he was saying as soon as it came out of his mouth. He turned his head to the side, where you sat again on the kitchen counter with your chin on your palms. You squinted again,
“Ooh, that’s so kinky of you, Sir.”
You wanted to laugh out loud at how he looked away with flustered red ears and neck. Ever since that time, you two did that thirsty tweets segment for Buzzfeed, you liked teasing him with anything that had something to do with him that had sexual undertones. Jin can’t do anything about it since he finds it hilarious how good you can always circle back on that kind of topic when he’s talking about other topics. It shuts him up sometimes. It didn’t help that he easily blushed and you knew a lot about him after that thirst tweet segment.
“Guess, I’ll just go wait outside.” you stood up with a playful smirk. “Francheskat, honey, let’s go.”
Almost an hour later, you and Jin are just chilling in your backyard. You had your favorite picnic blanket laid out on the green grass with your pillows. The fairy lights you had installed when you bought the house set up the mood perfectly. You sat there while Jin laid his head on your lap. He was talking about a project he auditioned for while you read the script he got for it.
“It was nice. The character seems well thought out and so is his backstory…”
You tried to stay present and listen to his enthusiasm for the role but he mentioned something that you have been thinking about for the last few months.
“Like, he was doing what he was asked to do for the sake of his marriage with Jen’s character–”
“Do you think you’ll ever marry me?” you blurted out of nowhere.
Silence became so loud as you felt Jin slowly move away from your lap. You pursed your lips, looking away while feeling the embarrassment boiling in your stomach.
“What?” Jin asked in a tone you cannot comprehend. Happy? Shocked? Confused?
Well, you can’t tell because you won’t look at him, “Nothing. Nothing. Let’s not talk about it anymore. Maybe I should get more wine–”
You were about to get up, wanting to leave the scene you began, but Jin held your wrist to stop you from going. Finally, you looked at him. And you don’t know if it’s the fairy lights or the wine but his eyes seemed to sparkle more like a little kid. His lips were slightly opened and seemed to form into a small smile.
“Stay.”
Sighing, you sat back down and your boyfriend did the same thing, properly meeting your eyes. You bit your inner cheeks. It felt like there was a drum inside your chest while you asked yourself in your head why you asked such a question. But Jin’s face remained calm— or happy? His lips were pursed but you can see the ends of his lips turning upward.
“Let’s just act I didn’t ask that. It’s embarrassing,” you mumbled, looking down.
You heard him chuckle. He reached for your hands and subtly played with your fingers by clasping them with his. You felt his lips, light as a feather but soft as a pillow, on your knuckles.
“You know… I have no other person in mind if someone would ask me who I want to spend the rest of my life with. Except you. If I were to write my vows, I would like them to be dedicated to you and no one else. So yeah, I think I would marry you.”
Fuck wine. Yes, you’re blaming it on the wine because how can you sob over three sentences your boyfriend just said while you two sat under fairy lights and a starry night sky. You closed your eyes for a second, letting the tears flow down your cheeks while letting out a shaky laugh. You felt stupid for even feeling nervous around Jin. but now, a sense of relief grew inside you. You opened your eyes and instantly instantly saw his smiling face. You were about to lean in to give him a kiss. But he continued,
"And when I bought the ring, I made sure to have it exactly on your ring finger’s size.”
Your eyes widened, eyebrows raised. You audibly gasped when you realized what he just told you. The edges of your sight are just blurry with tears just continuing to go from your eyes. Jin gently wiped it with his thumb before asking something out of the blue,
“Do you know what I just cooked for you earlier?”
“Is it relevant to what are we talking about right now?” you asked tearfully.
He laughed before reaching for his phone, “Wait, I’ll show you.”
All you can do is nod while sobbing over this overwhelming joy and love you have been feeling inside of you. Jin then handed you his phone and you see it was the screenshot of a recipe. An image of the same dish he cooked earlier was shown. Then, you read the name of the meal.
“Marry me chicken?”
Still, in tears, you asked Jin confusedly. He laughed at your reaction, “Yes. It says that it was named like that because it was so good that you’ll partner ask for marriage if they taste that meal.”
You wiped your tears with the back of your hand while weeping like a little kid, “That was so lame. But effective.”
With that, Jin stood up and softly pulled you along with him. So, you two stood barefoot on your picnic blanket. He looked directly into your eyes while he reached for something in his pocket. He slowly gets on one knee. You felt butterflies in your gut as he took out a familiar rose gold ring. A Tiffany Harmony.
Your jaw dropped open and your hand covered your mouth, “Oh my god, it’s the one I told Hailey about.”
“Yes.” Jin nodded and his eyes turned glossy. “I-I’ve been keeping this for almost a year now.”
His voice breaks in the middle of that sentence and you were just basically waterworks at this point.
“Bub, YN, Francheskat’s mom,” you two tearfully chuckle at that last title. He resumed, “Will you marry me?”
You were sobbing and nodding uncontrollably as you answered a shaky “Yes, of course.”
He swiftly slid the ring on your finger and got up. You immediately pulled him for a kiss with the overflowing emotions in your body. Then, you pulled away and rested your forehead on his. He whispered,
“I love you so much, bub.”
“I love you too.” you sobbed and wrapped your arms around him.
He hugged you back, resting his chin on the top of your head. Your head rested on his chest and your own heart skipped, hearing how close his heartbeats were.
It happened in the first week of November. Unbeknownst to both you and Jin, you would exchange your vows three weeks later.
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They Reject You (hyung line)- part three
Pairing: BTS x Reader
Word Count: 8K
Warnings: swear words here and there, a little kissing scene.
Jin
"I told you, you should have done this sooner."
"Hey, if I had known this was gonna be this much fun, I would have."
"I did tell you, you just didn't believe me."
You huff. "Okay fine! You were right all along and I was wrong. Happy?"
Blair chugs down another shot and winces at the bitter taste. "I'll be happy when you listen to my advice."
"Asking for too much, now. Aren't you?"
"Cool then, mop over a boy for over a month again. Why don't you?" She retorts with no real bite, rather genuinely enjoying the glimpse of the old you back.
A wave of sadness hits you when you're reminded about the said boy and you sigh. "He isn't just a boy, he's also my best friend."
Blair immediately regrets her words when she notices the look on your face. "I understand that you would need time but if I hadn't dragged you out today, you would have not made any efforts to move on for at least another six months."
You feel an instant urge to deny it but end up not protesting because you know how true her words are.
Moving on would have been easier if you knew the answer to this one question; how does one move on from their best friend?
How do you forget the moments that made you fall for him? Moments when he was the only one you could confide in. When you two would spend hours talking on the phone about random things. When the two of you would sit on the balcony and judge every passerby. The inside jokes, the tears, the hugs, the words of comfort. How do you forget those and tell yourself to not feel the way you do?
And even if you manage to do so, will the two of you really ever get back to being as close as you once were? Won't that result in you falling for him all over again?
You take hold of another glass of shot when you realise that you were overthinking again. Today your plan is to get enough alcohol in your system so that you do not overthink the little things.
"What is he doing here?" Blair whispers to herself.
"Who?" Your tipsy mind gets distracted by that and you start checking left and right to catch sight of the person she's talking about.
"Jin."
Your eyes widen in shock and you freeze in your seat. "Jin is here?"
Blair nods, feeling the same amount of disbelief as you.
"Should I hide in the washroom?" You whisper shout. You don't even know why you feel the need to run when you and Jin have had a civil conversation just a few weeks ago. All you know is that you do not wish to face Jin. You are not ready to face the stir of emotions Jin would inevitably ignite.
"Fun fact, his eyes are fixed here," she quips with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "I'm also pretty sure, he's aware that we are talking about him."
You shut your eyes and groan audibly. "Fuck. Just what I needed."
"Fun fact part two, he's coming here."
As soon as she completes her sentence, you hear your name being called.
"Y/N."
"Jin!" You put on a fake smile and try to seem as excited as you possibly can. You won't allow your spirits to dwindle so easily. "What are you doing here?"
Jin thinks for a brief moment if he should lie and say that it was a coincidence but then decides otherwise. "Well, Jimin texted me that you're here and I had something important to tell you, so,"
"Well, I don't feel stalked at all." You grin sarcastically.
Jin smiles. That's the first stage of you getting drunk; getting sassy. "Well, I'd be hurt if you were to call me a creepy stalker."
He says it with such a soft look of adoration that Blair has to clear her throat loudly to announce her presence.
"I'm Blair," she introduces herself.
Jin understands that Blair's words are directed at him and he politely puts his hand forward in greeting. "I'm Jin."
Blair nods and shakes his hand. From the look in his eyes, she already has an idea about why Jin might be here and if what she's assuming is right, she should really get out of here as quickly as she can.
"Well, it's good that you are here, I have somewhere to go. Take care of her," as soon as the words are out of her mouth, Blair quickly leaves the spot knowing very well how you are going to react.
You gasp dramatically, concerned about how quickly she changed her colours. What a traitor you have as a friend.
Jin sits on the stool next to you before you can recover from your shock. "So what have you been drinking?"
You look at Jin with your mouth parted open, still having a hard time understanding what just happened in the span of a few minutes. How you came to the club to temporarily forget about Jin and how now, you are sitting right next to him.
You blink a few times to let the shock subside and with Blair gone, you feel your adrenaline rush fade away.
"I don't know, Blair ordered it," you shrug.
He hums, fiddling with his fingers on the table. "Any special reason you are out here clubbing on a weekday?"
"Nah," you say just as casually as you had uttered the previous sentence. Maybe it's because of the alcohol but you don't find yourself feeling anxious in his presence. There's only a very little amount of unease but that's only because you don't want to get too into your emotions.
Jin watches you closely. You don't look drunk, just tipsy. And thankfully, for him, you don't seem to be too bothered by the fact that he just invited himself.
Someone might say that he's being overdramatic coming all the way to say something he could have said any other time. But when Jimin texted him that you're here, his thoughts started getting a little wild.
What if you were in a club trying to get over him? What if some hot bartender catches your eye? What if your friends are telling you that you deserve better? (The last one, Jin agrees with)
It's fair to say that those thoughts made him rush to this place so that he can finally say what he figured out in the last few days.
Jin inhales deeply and asks the million-dollar question. "Do you– do you still love me?"
You choke on your drink and a series of coughs that follows. Jin immediately asks for a glass of water and helps you calm down.
"What kind of a question is that?" You ask in a raspy voice when your coughing fit subsides.
"A very important one?" He asks you back, his brows now furrowing in nervousness.
You mimic his expression, only that your brows furrow in annoyance. "What kind of people do you hang around with to get the idea that people's feelings change in the span of a few weeks?"
Ah, yes. You're sassy right now.
Jin's features soften and he looks at you with a look of disbelief.
"So you still love me?" He asks in a whisper, too scared to say the words out loud.
"Unfortunately, yes." You nod.
Before you can take hold of another glass of shot, Jin's hand comes to rest on yours. You look at him in confusion, wondering what even is he up to.
"Well, I love you too," a wide smile breaks out on his face as if the thought of you is enough to make him happy.
This time, you choke on thin air. "Excuse me?!"
He takes your hand and brings it to his lips. "I'm sorry it took me so long, but now that I know, I just want to be with you forever."
Your eyes follow his movements and you find your breathing getting shallower and only one question coming to your mind; Is this really happening?
Jin notices the way you seem to have run out of words. It makes him want to smirk in satisfaction but at the same time wrap you in his arms. Had he known you would react this way, he would have done this way sooner. But he was busy being a fool back then.
You were always by his side, through the worst and the best. You were his only constant in the world of variables. He always felt so at home with you, that the thought of changing the dynamics never occurred to him. You two were perfect being best friends and he thought that was how it was going to be forever.
But then he's also a hopeless romantic at heart. He has always dreamt of his perfect partner and what life with them will look like. He has also had his fair share of crushes and relationships but never did the faceless person from his dreams appear to be one of them.
Now that he thinks of it, he knows why that was the case.
"You don't have to say anything," Jin adds, not wanting you to stress about it. "I just needed you to know that I love you and I'm sorry for realising it so late."
Now as sassy as you are when you're tipsy, you're just as bold. Without thinking any further, you lean forward and kiss him. It's odd and something your sober self would never do, but right now you're definitely not sober. Plus, you can leave the overthinking for her when she wakes up tomorrow. At the moment, the only thing that matters to you is that the man you so irrevocably love, loves you back.
Jin freezes and his eyes widen in shock when he feels your lips on his.
He knows you are only doing this because you are drunk. He knows that had you been sober you would have asked a million questions by now. He also, knows that he shouldn't be kissing you back but when he hears a whine of complaint from you at his lack of enthusiasm, his resolve crumbles.
He gently puts his palms on your cheeks and kisses you back passionately. The warm sensation of your lips on his makes his head spin and he wonders how on earth has he gone so long without doing this.
However, he pulls back when he feels your tongue against his lips. "We should get you home."
You shake your head like a stubborn child. "No, I don't want to go."
Gosh, he wants to kiss that pout away. How did he not realise that it's been you all along?
Blair watches from a distance as you throw your hands in the air like a small child and a smile makes its way onto her lips. Guess, she won't have to worry about you moping anymore.
Yoongi
As soon as the doorbell rings, you freeze. That must be Yoongi.
You have been looking forward to this moment and at the same time have been dreading it. But it's one of those things that you know just needs to be done.
You haven't had a single moment of peace since yesterday. It's tiring honestly. You don't know how the conversation with Yoongi will go, but you at least hope that after this you won't feel this heavy weight on your shoulders and will be able to have a good night's sleep.
With that hope, you open the door and you're greeted by Yoongi in a purple suit and the sight itself makes you swallow. You really wish you could marry him.
Shaking the thought away, you welcome him in and ask him to take a seat on the couch.
"Would you like some tea or coffee?" You query
Yoongi shakes his head. "Nothing really. I had coffee before leaving."
Well then, guess you won't get the time to figure out how to start the conversation.
You take a seat on the opposite couch and play with the rings that adorn your fingers. "I called you at my place because there's something important we need to talk about and I thought that a public place isn't suitable for the conversation."
Yoongi nods. He won't lie but he shares the same view. It's difficult for him as it is to talk about his emotions. He doesn't want to imagine having to explain why he came across as nonchalant to your confession and how he respects your honesty, more than he could show.
However, nothing could have prepared him for the next words that leave your mouth.
"I think we should not go forward with this marriage."
Your words cause Yoongi to choke. Out of all the things he wanted to discuss with you, he never saw this coming. "What?!"
Seeing Yoongi react like this catches you slightly off guard. Usually, he always has his emotions in check and is unreadable. It always makes you feel like he's out of reach. However, right now, you can read him like a book, which oddly enough gives you a sense of satisfaction.
"We should not get married." You repeat your words and wait for Yoongi's shocked features to subside.
Yoongi looks at you and notices how determined you seem, as if you have thought about this long and hard and only then have you come to this decision. The thought that there's probably no changing your mind, scares him.
Clearing his throat, he tries to sound as calm as he can. "Why though?"
Now it's your turn to be surprised. Isn't it obvious why the two of you shouldn't get married?
Chewing on your lower lip, you ponder how you should frame your words. After a brief pause, you start with a gentle tone that somehow comes out sad.
"When two people love each other, they get married. Not because they have to, but because they want to. It's like this celebration of their love, where they declare to the world that they are each other's for the rest of eternity. But you see, that's the most important factor–" you look up to lock eyes with Yoongi. "–love."
Love.
It's a word Yoongi has hardly ever given thought to.
Yoongi knows what it feels like to be loved. His parents love him, his sister loves him, his friends love him, his dog loves him. He also knows what it is like to love someone because he loves these people just as much. But love in the way you describe it? Yoongi has never felt that.
From a very young age, he has known that it will be his parents who will choose who he is to marry. Which is why he has never felt or given much thought to what it is like to want to spend his whole life with someone.
But clearly, you have.
It looks like you know exactly what you want and he won't lie, he envies that. He wonders what it's like for someone to know what they want so clearly that they won't settle for anything less.
"We can always fall in love," he says with a small shrug as if it's not a big deal. The gesture makes his words look insincere and although it's true that he doesn't realise the intensity of his words, it's also true that he had shrugged simply to hide how uncomfortable he feels. He has never had to talk to someone about falling in love with them.
You chuckle humorlessly. "I don't think you realise what falling in love really means."
Yoongi wants to feel offended by your words but he can't. Because you're right. "Well, it's never too late to learn."
You can tell that Yoongi is being genuine. But you don't know how you should perceive his genuineness. Should you feel flattered that he's willing to give your marriage a try? Or should you feel sad that he has to try falling in love with someone?
You don't know what the answer to that would be but the thought of him falling for you because he had no other choice, does not sit right with you. Even if you two were happy one day, maybe somewhere at the corner of your mind will be the thought that he fell for you only because you two were forced into this marriage.
"I don't think it will work, Yoongi," you say with a sigh.
Yoongi's brow furrows in frustration. Why are you complicating things like this? "I don't understand what exactly is the problem?"
Here goes nothing.
"We have been on ten dates so far and on none of those occasions, did you ever seem interested in getting to know me on a deeper level. You are a closed book and I respect that it might not be easy for everyone to be open, but what counts is the effort. We have never had an open conversation or proper communication." Your voice comes out even, not a speck of anger or disappointment lacing your words. It sounds like you're only reading out observations from a science experiment. "Why do you think that is? If you were to ask me, and I might be wrong, but it's because you were never interested in the prospect of marrying."
"Had I not asked to break the marriage, things would have been pretty much the same and I would have never voiced these thoughts. You would have made no effort and I would have been trying way too hard to fulfil my wishes. Don't you see how wrong that could go?"
Yoongi remains speechless with his mouth parted.
"It's not only that, though," a small smile appears on your lips. "When you believe in love as much as I do, you'd know that love is inevitable. Everyone deserves it, including you. And I hope that when you do fall in love, you get to walk with them with your head held high without worrying about the wife you had to marry to boost your business."
With each word that comes out of your mouth, you feel a weight being lifted off of your chest one by one. Last night, you stayed up with countless thoughts running through your head. Countless reasons and scenarios why this marriage won't work and would be painful for both of you. Especially you.
Yoongi takes a deep inhale and lets the silence linger.
What else is even there to say? You have given this a whole lot of thinking while he has hardly ever thought about it. Which only goes on to prove your point and how different both of your views on marriage are.
Indeed, he has never shown much effort towards establishing a connection between the both of you. There's no denying that, but he wishes he could tell you that it's not because he wasn't interested in forming one but rather that he does not know how to.
He knows there's no point in clarifying that now though, it will only sound like he's making excuses. Hence, he settles for responding to you with the only sentence that he thinks is relevant.
"We can't break this alliance."
"I know," you nod. "It won't be easy but I'm sure we both will come up with a way to convince our parents."
Yoongi huffs, sensing that you are underestimating his words. "Do you know that the deal has been signed?"
Your eyes widen in shock and disbelief. "What?! H–When?"
Your reaction is enough for Yoongi to know that you indeed, had no idea about the papers being finalised and signed. Your previous words make much sense to Yoongi now and why you thought that the two of you even had any other option but to get married to each other.
"About a week ago," he replies, expression now turning sombre. "I got to know about it only a couple of days ago."
A week ago? That would be around the time you and Yoongi went on your last date where you had confessed to him your feelings. Was it around the same time that both of your doors to escape were closed?
Panic shoots through your veins when the thought that there might be no way out, comes to your mind. No, no, no. There has to be some way.
But is there really?
Yoongi's company is way bigger than your father's. If the two of you back down now, the deal will be cancelled but it will be your father's company that will suffer the most whereas Yoongi's will recover in a few days. It was one thing if the deal was not signed. No gains, no losses. But now, it would be no gain, only losses.
How can you do that to your parents knowing how much stress it will cause them?
You can't.
"I don't have any other choice, do I?" Your voice comes out small, highly in contrast with how confidently you were speaking a few minutes ago.
"I don't think we do," Yoongi sighs, a deep sadness looming over his chest at how dejected you look. "But if it makes you feel any better, we can make a deal."
An abrupt chuckle escapes your lips. "Another deal? Haven't we already had enough?"
"This deal gives you the choice to be free," he comments, noticing how a small hopeful glint appears in your eyes.
"How?"
"Let's stay married for a year, if you still want an out after that, we will get divorced."
Yoongi's words give you a pause.
You can't say that the deal is ideal but it is better than nothing. It gives you the hope that the two of you won't be stuck in a loveless marriage. It also does not create the pressure of being happy with each other because that's the only option.
After thinking for a few moments, you realise that this indeed is what it has all come down to and you'll have to accept it whether you like it or not.
"What about the business deal?" You query, your brain jumping to the concerns of the after-effects of having a divorce.
"By that time, the majority of shares will be transferred to me, I'll take care of it so that there is minimal loss."
You nod and sit back, feeling exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster this conversation has been. You just wish things were simple. That you both could get married to people you were in love with. Or that you both were in love with each other.
The thought makes you look at Yoongi. You can still feel the butterflies in your stomach but there's also this dread that tags along.
Last night, you had considered every possible scenario, and each one of them convinced you why this marriage is not a good idea. But out of all those, there was one which stood out, one that scared you the most and was the most heartbreaking.
The possibility of you falling in love with Yoongi but his response being the same as it was on your last date. You know that the pain you went through this time, would be nothing compared to the pain you would experience then.
You don't want that.
The thought scares you so much, that you make a promise to yourself to not let your guard down so that the situation never occurs.
Hoseok
"You went a little too hard on us today," you say, breathless as you take a bottle of water and uncap it.
Hoseok chuckles. "You say that after every class."
"Do I?" You ask with a small smile, knowing very well that you indeed do. But can you be blamed when Hoseok loses track of time when it comes to dancing and the only thing he focuses on is perfection?
He raises a brow as if asking you to stop pretending and you raise your arms in the air in mock surrender.
He chuckles and shakes his head in amusement. "That's what I thought."
"Oh by the way," you say all excited. "I binge-watched little women during the weekend."
Hoseok's grin widens at the thought that you took the time to watch his recommended show. "Did you enjoy it?"
A thoughtful look appears on your face. "I think it would have been better if the girls had more wins throughout but then I guess it wouldn't have been realistic."
Hoseok hums, understanding where you're coming from. That's an emotion he shares as well. While watching the show, he too wished that the girls didn't have to go through so many ups and downs.
"But you know what I liked?" You say with sparkling eyes.
"What?" Hoseok asks, the gleam in your eyes doing something to his heart.
"Choi Do-il's character!" You say with a small smirk on your lips.
Hoseok finds your behaviour amusing. "Liked him huh?"
"How can I not? He's so cool! He was so loyal to In-joo and he has such a sharp mind, made such tough decisions on the spot." You blabber. "I wish there was someone like him in real life, I'd fall for him in the blink of an eye."
"I wonder what Henry would have to say about that," he replies in a teasing tone, trying to pull your leg. But his smile fades when he sees that your excited expression has now turned sombre.
You shake your head with a soft smile. "Well, we have broken up, so I don't think he would have anything in particular to say."
Hoseok hates that his first reaction is that of joy, which is soon followed by a feeling of guilt. He had convinced himself that he wasn't waiting for this particular day but now, his reaction clearly proves otherwise.
For the time being, he puts his emotions aside and puts your feelings first.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
You sigh. "There isn't anything to talk about. The relationship had run its course."
And that's the truth.
Things were pretty smooth at first, but when the honeymoon phase faded, somewhere down the line, both of you realised that you two weren't right for each other.
The breakup wasn't painful for either of you and maybe that's what acceptance is supposed to be like. It was coming to this understanding that the both of you make great friends but there isn't much hope when it comes to something more than that.
Hoseok chews on his lower lip and wonders what's the right thing to say.
It has been six months since that day in the club and five months and three weeks since he realised that his feelings for you run deeper than he had initially thought.
The first three weeks that followed after his realisation was not easy for him at all. He tried his best to be in denial but with time, he couldn't deny it anymore and he felt anger. Anger towards himself for having the audacity to accept that he has any form of romantic feelings for you after you had been so brave about yours and had put your heart on a plate only for him to be a complete dumb wit. Which was soon followed by the feeling of loss. He lost the opportunity when he had it and won't probably ever get it again.
But after that, it started getting better.
He accepted the fact that you have moved on with someone else and are happy with them. But that doesn't mean he did not get jealous every once in a while when he stumbled upon a picture of you and Henry on Instagram. That little spark of jealousy would serve as the reminder that somewhere deep down, he still wishes for you to be his.
There have been times when he had thought about what he would do if someday, years later you and Henry were to break up. But never did he prepare himself for it. Plus, now, he finds it ridiculous that he had always thought that this would be an opportunity for him to correct his mistake when you could have very well removed any feelings for him from the very root.
Before he can figure it out though, you sense the awkward silence and make an effort to break it. "I'm over it though, it does not bother me."
Hoseok nods softly, his thoughts still muddled. "How long has it been?"
"About a month."
Hoseok observes you closely from his peripheral. He notices how relaxed your features are and concludes that the topic of your breakup isn't necessarily a painful one for you. You also seem, pretty okay with the idea of the two of you having broken up, which makes him hope that you have moved on from Henry. And if in case you haven't, he will wait as long as it takes for you to let someone new in and he will do everything he possibly can to be that someone.
"This might be inappropriate but are you planning to return to the dating world?" Hoseok tries to look as casual as he can by pretending to arrange the CDs on the shelf.
It takes a few moments for you to think about the question before you can come up with an answer.
Are you looking for someone you can date? Not really.
When you had downloaded Tinder all those months ago, it was simply so that you can find a distraction from Hoseok and move on. Fortunately, you found that and more in Henry. But now, that chapter is over and you don't find yourself actively looking for someone to be with.
"Not at the moment, no," you reply honestly. "Maybe a few months later, I'll reinstall Tinder," you laugh at the thought.
Hoseok hums, with his back facing you. "When you decide to reinstall the app, do tell me."
You don't think much of his words and innocently ask, "Why?"
The whole of Hoseok's body heats up in anxiety and he starts putting the CDs on the shelf at a much high speed. "Because then I'll install tinder too and will search you up."
Your frown morphs into an expression of surprise and your lips part to form a small 'o'.
Is…..is Hoseok saying what you think he's saying? Is it his way of saying that he would like to take you out on a date? And say, if the answer to these questions is, yes, what will you do?
In the six months that you have been with Henry, you haven't thought of Hoseok in that way. The intensity of your feelings lessened and you could let yourself be friends with him without letting your feelings get in the way.
But are your feelings for him gone?
You don't know.
Hoseok is a great friend of yours. He is nice, charming, kind, helpful and talented. Not to mention that he is utterly gorgeous. Anyone would be lucky to have him as their partner. But do you still want him as one?
You look at Hoseok and realise that the thought of being with him doesn't feel weird. If anything, it causes a little bit of excitement to stir up in your stomach.
It's true that your crush on him is not as deep as it once was and you're not looking for a relationship at the moment, but for some reason, you feel like when you're ready, you may just fall for him harder than you have ever before.
Clearing your throat, you come up with a response that you think is just right. "In that case, I'll have to make sure that I don't forget to tell you about it."
Hoseok turns around immediately to look at you with a surprised look as if that was the last thing he had expected you to say. But when that surprised look turns into that of relief, your previous questions about Hoseok's intent are answered.
A smile appears on his lips when his surprise fades and he makes a promise to himself to not waste the chance you have been kind enough to give him again. "I'll eagerly wait for that day"
Something in your heart blooms at the soft look he gives you and you nod.
After that, both of your chit-chat resumes and you two giggle and laugh like never before while you pack your stuff. Once you're done, you get ready to leave. "I'll get going then?"
With a gleeful smile, Hoseok responds, "see you next Saturday."
As you're walking out of the door, a thought appears to you. "Oh, also, you can't search for people on Tinder."
And then you're gone.
Hoseok watches your retreating figure and he has to try really hard to stop smiling like a fool.
Maybe there will be no need for Tinder after all.
Namjoon
"I love Y/N," as soon as the words are out of his mouth, he winces, anticipating and dreading Yoongi's reaction.
Yoongi, on the other hand, merely blinks at Namjoon's words. ".....and?"
Out of all the reactions, Namjoon thought Yoongi would give, this was not one of them. This makes things way scarier for him because he thinks this is Yoongi's version of 'calm before the storm'.
"Listen, you can be mad at me all you want. I understand but I just wanted to let you know." Namjoon rambles, his voice coming out high-pitched.
A small frown appears on Yoongi's face. This is it, Namjoon thinks.
"Why do you assume that I'm mad?" Yoongi's question, however, leaves Namjoon perplexed. He searches for any form of pretence on Yoongi's features but when he doesn't find any, he sighs.
"I don't know–" Yoongi's frown deepening is enough for Namjoon to backtrack and start speaking the truth. "–you told me that if I were to ever try to show interest in your sister, our friendship would be over."
"I mean, I don't recall saying that but it does sound like something I'd say," Yoongi nods.
Now it's Namjoon's turn to frown. Is Yoongi mad or not? "What am I supposed to make of it?"
"Nothing," Yoongi shrugs. "I should rather ask you, what was your purpose in telling me that you have feelings for Y/N? Was it because you felt like you had to ask for my permission? Or were you scared that it would affect our friendship?" A chuckle escapes Yoongi's lips.
Namjoom sighs, feeling his muscles relax as he finally lets himself realise that Yoongi isn't mad. "I think it's more of the latter."
"So you won't ask for my permission, before pursuing her?" A scowl appears on Yoongi's face which immediately makes Namjoon stutter.
"I–I–I didn't mean that. Of course, I would ask for your permission."
Yoongi tries his hardest to hold back the satisfied smirk that tries to make an appearance. It's nice to see Namjoon being scared of him every once in a while.
"That's better," Yoongi hums. "And you don't have to worry about ruining our friendship and all that shit. That's very high school."
Namjoon feels like he can breathe again. After weeks, it feels like he can finally be honest with himself and most importantly with you, without being scared. A wide dimpled smile appears on his face at the thought of finally confessing to you.
"Gosh, that's annoying," Yoongi huffs, with no real annoyance in his tone. If anything, he's glad to see the wide grin on his friend's face. "If she does reciprocate your feelings and the two of you become a couple, I do hope that the two of you don't turn out to be one of those intolerable ones."
You find almost everything intolerable. That's the thought that comes to Namjoon's mind but before he can speak those words, a much scary thought appears to him which takes his breath away.
"What if Y/N does not accept my feelings?" His voice comes out in a whisper, too scared to speak those words loudly.
Yoongi thinks the chances of that happening are very low. But he chooses not to say it. It's your feelings, you're the only one who knows where they lie. Yoongi does not wish to assume. Instead, he chooses to assure his friend that even if he were to get turned down, he will be there for him.
"I will order a bottle of champagne and soju, each. If things work out, then we will celebrate with champagne. If they don't, then we can have soju."
Namjoon is grateful for Yoongi's words, he really is but the fear that courses through his veins makes it impossible for him to think straight. "You don't get it. She confessed to me and I turned her down."
This time, a genuine scowl appears on Yoongi's face. "Why would you do that?"
Namjoon lets out a heavy breath. "I thought you'd be mad and our friendship would get ruined."
Yoongi tries his hardest not to let his eyes roll but ultimately fails. "Now I remember why I had told you not to pursue my sister."
Namjoon's heart drops at the comment. Is Yoongi about to change his mind?
"One because it was high school and you were going through your fuckboy stage," Yoongi says, with squinted eyes that make it obvious that he's judging Namjoon. "Second, you were dense as fuck at times. Which, clearly, hasn't changed even now."
That had been two days ago.
After the very scary chat session with Yoongi, Namjooon needed some time to recover. Two days to be exact. Now he has finally managed to grab the courage to talk to you and be honest.
His hands hover in the air for a few moments before he knocks. He hopes and wants this to go well, otherwise, he thinks, he won't be able to forgive himself.
You frown when you hear the knock. Who has decided to bother you on a fine Sunday?
You set aside the book you were reading and begrudgingly get up. With heavy steps, you head towards the door and swing it open. The regret that hits you is instantaneous. You should have checked through the peephole before opening.
Namjoon notices your features drop and it makes him feel terribly guilty for his actions and words. With that guilt, also comes the strong need to make things right.
"Do you need something?" You keep your tone cold to avoid any display of emotion. It's not that you are mad at him for the rejection. You're hurt about it, sure. Mad? No.
However, you feel incredibly embarrassed about confessing the way you did. You are aware that you were under the influence of alcohol but that doesn't make it any less humiliating.
"I need to talk to you," Namjoon replies shakily as he finds his anxiety increasing. What if you have decided to move on or have come to the conclusion that he isn't worth it?
You'd really like to make an excuse as to why you wouldn't be able to talk right now but something in you makes you decide otherwise. Maybe it's because you don't want things to be awkward between the two of you as it would put Yoongi in a tough spot. Or maybe it's because you hate seeing Namjoon so anxious, that you find yourself moving out of his way.
"Can I take a seat?" He asks awkwardly, with his index finger pointing at the couch, when he realises that you are simply waiting for him to start talking about whatever it is that he is here for.
You are aware that you are being rude but you honestly don't know how to behave 'normally' around him, anymore. So, you simply hum and wait for him to take a seat.
"Uhm," he clears his throat, "I wanted to talk to you about what happened at the party."
"We can talk about anything but that," you say pointedly. There's no way you are going to talk about that night when all you want is to leave that memory somewhere far behind.
Namjoon notices the discomfort that etches your features despite your attempts at hiding it and sighs. "Okay, then I won't bring that up but I need to tell you something."
"Go on."
Namjoon takes in a deep breath before closing his eyes to grab the courage to let the words spill out. "I'm in love with you."
At first, the words don't sink in.
You stand there, leaning against the wall, watching Namjoon. However, when you see the scared and anxious look on his face, you replay his words in your mind.
I'm in love with you.
He's in love with you.
The thought makes you angry.
You scoff. "Do you expect me to take you seriously?"
Namjoon shakes his head. "I don't expect you to but just hear me out."
"I don't want to." You declare stubbornly.
"I know but give me just one chance to explain myself." He pleads gently, not wanting you to feel as if you have to hear him out. He has already caused you enough pain and if you choose that you do not wish to hear him out, he is going to respect that.
You want to laugh at Namjoon's request. You can accept the fact that he does not have feelings for you, no matter how hard that might be. But accepting that he is in love with you after the pain that you have been through? You can't accept that.
You'd very much like to close this topic and never have either of you mention it. But you can't say no to Namjoon when he looks like that. He is one of your biggest weaknesses and not hearing him out would cause you pain as well.
Instead of telling him verbally that you will hear him out, you look out of the window and stare outside blankly, which is enough for Namjoon to know that you're listening.
"I never thought that my feelings would be reciprocated. Which is why, I did not know what to say and said what I thought was right, at the time," his voice comes out vulnerable.
You feel your annoyance flaring. If that really were the case he could have just said the truth. Why lie? Whose first instinct is to lie about their feelings, upon realising that they are not one sided?
Namjoon's next words answer your unasked question. "After my last two relationships ended the way, they did, I thought that all my relationships were destined to be doomed. I was scared to commit to anyone, especially you."
He sighs. "If we were to date and break up, it would change everything not only for the both of us but also for Yoongi. And if that were to happen I'd never be able to forgive myself."
It was around the time that Namjoon mentioned his last two relationships, that you stopped pretending to not care about what he had to say. You know how sensitive the topic is for him and for him to bring it up now, it must be serious.
To put it simply, his last two relationships ended terribly. But each time, Namjoon blamed himself and thought that it was entirely his fault, which you know isn't the case.
Now that Namjoon breaks it down to you, you find your anger fading and find yourself sympathising with him. You may not agree with his actions but you can understand where he was coming from.
What you don't understand, however, is why he is telling you these things. If you're understanding him right, he said what he said at the party because he was scared. But now, he is here, telling you that he loves you. But why?
"Why are you telling me this?" You ask and you are surprised by the lack of coldness in your voice. Maybe it's because he's being vulnerable with you that gives you the courage to put your embarrassment aside for the time being.
Namjoon smiles softly. "I had a chat with Yoongi and it made me realise that I am the only one who thinks this way."
He was indeed scared shitless of his feelings affecting the friendship between him and Yoongi. He had taken Yoongi's cautionary way too seriously and while he was under that impression, what scared him even more was that he would take the risk of being with you only to later wish that he had stayed in his lane. He thought that maybe Yoongi too shares the same viewpoint as he does and hence had asked him to stay from you.
When he had gathered the courage to talk about it to Yoongi, it was with the intention of getting Yoongi's approval. Namjoon already knew that he wasn't going to listen to the voice in his head and that you were worth the risk.
However, when Namjoon went back to his dorms and thought about the conversation he had with Yoongi, it made him realise that he was the only one who was holding these beliefs. Not only that, but Yoongi's reaction made him believe in himself, because even if Yoongi won't ever say it out loud, his calm and nonchalant behaviour was him letting Namjoon know that he trusts him.
"Plus," Namjoon continues, "I know I would regret it forever if I were to let you go simply because I was scared."
You swallow at his words as any remaining trace of anger is washed away from your body.
You know it can't be easy to do something when your insecurities are constantly telling you to do otherwise. But him doing just that, serves as a testimony of his love for you. Hence, even though at the beginning you weren't willing to accept his declaration of love, now you find your heart melting.
"So," you fiddle with your fingers. "What does all this mean?"
"Well if you have forgiven me for my stupidity, I'd like to take you out on a date." Namjoon hopes it isn't too soon to ask you out. But more than anything else, he wishes for your forgiveness.
His words make your chest hurt and you immediately rush to make things clear. "There's nothing to be forgiven, I never held a grudge against you."
"But you wouldn't even look at me?" He asks, with a pained look.
Your heart sinks further. You had thought that it was only painful for you clearly that wasn't the case. "That's because I was embarrassed. It's just incredibly stupid to get drunk because you saw the man you love kissing someone else and then going and confessing like that."
Aaaahhhh.
Right, that whole him making out with someone, thing. He now remembers you mentioning it at the party.
"Sorry to break it to you, but I did not kiss anyone," a small amused smile plays on his lips. "I was only helping the girl to get rid of something that had gotten into her eyes."
Your eyes widen when you hear that. Gosh, could you be any more stupid? You close your eyes tightly and groan in annoyance.
Namjoon gets up from the couch and slowly walks towards you. He understands why it might have looked like he was making out with someone, after all, parties have the worst lighting. But he doesn't want you to feel embarrassed about it. After all, if it hadn't been for that misunderstanding, you would have never confessed and neither would he.
After a small moment of hesitation, he puts his palm on your cheek and urges you to open your eyes.
"Hey," he whispers. "I'm really glad you misunderstood things that day. But I can assure you, that yours are the only lips I would ever want to kiss."
His words make you gulp. Here you were drowning in embarrassment a few moments ago and here you are now, breathless from the close proximity.
"Prove it," you whisper back.
Namjoon's eyes fall on your lips. As much as he would like to feel how soft your lips are, he wants to do things right.
With great willpower, he brings his eyes back to yours and kisses you on the forehead. "Trust me, there's nothing more I want than kissing you right now. But I want to take you out on a date first."
You chuckle at his words. "Well then, take me out on a date and at the end of it, kiss me like you mean it."
Namjoon's heart does a little dance at your words and he already feels his mind coming up with ideas of how he can make the date one that you never forget. "I'll make the date as perfect as you are."
Maybe you two will indeed be like one of those couples, Yoongi finds intolerable.
A/N: I definitely plan to write a Ceo Yoongi series with these two, hence that's how I decided to write them for this part!
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I started these a while ago and forgot about them, but after seeing agent-darkfest's Jinni AU, I wanted to at lest finish what I had planned for this ^^
I've got no story for this or anything, I just freakening love all powerful wish granting tricksters
#Go check out agent-darkfest's Au#its comprehensive and their designs are top notch!#Genie au#Jin au#there are so many names for them I don't know what to go for#fnaf moon#moondrop#fnaf sun#sundrop#art#my art#fnaf sb#fnaf dca#daycare attendant
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—grey area: avoiding the red | ksj
📈pairing: CFO!seokjin x senior accounting manager!reader
📈au/genre: CEO au, fake dating au, c2l, fluff, smut, angst
📈rating: M
📈wc: 27,659
📈warnings: swearing, vulgar statements, misogyny, eventual mutual pining, fake dating bet, leg injury/sprain, minor boat crash, explicit sexual content: strawberry juice dripping, straddling, making out, clothed grinding, marking, fingering, consent seeking, foreplay, unprotected sex, cock riding, wall sex, stairs sex, mutual orgasm, breast play, oral (f & m receiving), cum swallowing, hair pulling
📈an: beta readers: @peachiilovesot7, @downbad4yoongi, @heathfritillary-blog, @colormepurplex2, @moonleeai, @pennpad-bts thank you so much for all of your beta reading and brainstorming and help! to all my readers who have stuck by me, you mean the world. I am so sorry it took me so long to post this, but it's finally here!
📈summary: Recently inducted CFO Kim Seokjin is the head of finances at JinHit Conglomerate after his father retires. You, the senior accounting manager for the company, begin to stomp around in your heels complaining about areas that need mitigating for the business to continue to run smoothly after a meeting gone wrong. When Seokjin makes a bet with you to see if the two of you can hide a romantic relationship from work peers, several things are revealed OR The one where Seokjin wants to get you only in your heels.
taglist: @flxrcnt @ggukkieland @yoongisdragon
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in the red (idiom): spending and owing more money than is being earned
Jaw clenched tightly as you ignore the tension running through your body, your finger slowly scrolls the webpage you’re viewing on your laptop. Price tags be damned, you couldn’t care less about the cost of the bejeweled heels—you had to have them. It will just have to wait a few paychecks before you can purchase them. If you could even afford them after today. The Saeda 100 Unicorn Printed Satin Pumps with Crystal Embellishment; a gorgeous colored pump that would be the pièce de résistance to an all black or white outfit.
Online shopping is one of your favorite coping skills, a great calming technique to get your mind off the email you received almost a half hour ago, for a meeting you were summoned to attend in five minutes. A meeting JinHit’s Board of Directors summoned you to attend, to be exact. You checked the email several times, opening the list of recipients to full view to see everyone who was invited, and the vein throbbing in your forehead pulses at the reminder.
Only the C-Suite and the heads of each department will be in attendance, and the knowledge of what this could mean sends a shiver down your rigid spine. Seokjin had asked you to prepare the financial report last week for the board to review; it doesn’t seem coincidental that the meeting is being called a day after you sent it.
Adjusting your position where you sit in the meeting room currently, having arrived earlier than normal to choose your favorite seat, you cross a leg over your thigh, bouncing your matte black Balenciaga Knife 110MM pumps in time with your anxiety.
“Can you please just relax?” Seokjin mutters. “The constant bouncing is giving me a headache.”
You grit your teeth, molars grinding against each other as you hold back your remarks. Easy for you to say, you think, not all of us have the luxury to relax. Stilling the ankle that was flexing up and down in a jittery dance, you lower your leg and straighten your slacks.
“I’m sorry, sir.” My leg wouldn’t bother you if you hadn’t followed me from the accounting wing. “The board meeting has me worried. If office gossip on WeVerse is anything to go by, I’m afraid we might not be employed for much longer.”
Jin twirls a Montblanc fountain pen worth more than your monthly rent as he stares at you, nonplussed.
“I highly doubt that, Kicks. There’s no need to exaggerate. You’re busy looking at expensive heels again, anyway, so it’ll be fine.”
You huff at the nickname he’s bestowed upon you for your shoe obsession, rolling your eyes as you close them before taking a deep, deep breath and letting it out slowly.
“Maybe you’ll still be CFO of JinHit, sir, but not all of us are nepo-babies. If anyone is going to be fired, it’ll be me. So I’m looking at heels to see the last thing I can purchase with my severance pay before I’m destitute. Sir.”
“I don’t know why you bother keeping up pretenses by calling me ‘sir’ when you talk to me like that,” he mutters. “Calling me a damn nepo-baby.”
You run down the list of all of the attendees in your head once more. Kim Namjoon, CEO, Kim Seokjin, CFO, Min Yoongi, General Counsel (the company's main attorney and primary source of legal advice), Jung Hoseok, JinHit Entertainment Division manager, Kim Taehyung, recently promoted Property Acquisition Division Manager, Jeon Jungkook, CIO, yourself, and a few other heads of departments you aren’t as familiar with. Lastly, all of the board members, minus Park Jimin’s father, though he’s in the room instead, stepping in for his father who is away on vacation.
“You make me laugh, Kicks. I’m so glad to have you by my side.” Seokjin can’t help but chuckle.
“If only I could say the same,” you grumble under your breath.
“One day, you’ll say you love me.”
Rolling your eyes, you turn your attention to the men walking in through the door. Discreetly you close the tab to the Jimmy Choo website and pull up your email instead, awaiting the soft ding! that alerts you to the agenda and any additional documents you will need.
The room is full of the sounds of creaking leather and quiet chatter as the gentlemen settle into their seats for the meeting to commence.
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“This is an outrage!”
“What have the heads of finance been doing? Getting their fucking dicks wet by fucking secretaries in the janitor’s closet?”
You narrow your eyes at the older man who had the audacity to speak in such a way during a meeting, seemingly forgetting that the Senior Accounting Manager is you, and that you do not have a dick to fuck said secretary with.
“Please, Mr. Choi, the finance department has been working just as much as everyone else, and the Senior Accounting Manager,” the CEO gestures to you as he reminds the man of your name, “she has been more than transparent with me about the state of our finances for this quarter.”
The other men in the room appear to have the wherewithal to look flummoxed at Mr. Choi’s outburst in the presence of a woman, but their reactions don't keep his thin lips quiet.
“So, she’s the one getting fucked in the janitor’s closet. Either way, the finances are abysmal and something must be done!” Mr. Choi throws a printed copy of your financial report in your direction, and you can see the top sheet flutter onto the floor with your name splashed across it. He was being obtuse on purpose—he knew damn well who prepared the financial report.
Seokjin’s hand clamps down on your thigh, holding you back from lunging across the table at the grey-haired misogynist as he speaks.
“Please, Mr. Choi, I know you’re a little jealous that no one is fucking you,” everyone in the room laughs at Seokjin’s light banter, “but I promise you, the finance department is working on options to help make up for the expenses.”
Incensed, Mr. Choi stands up, face red with fury at being made a fool. You almost expect him to turn his ire on Seokjin for his words, but the reality of the situation is that Mr. Choi would never dare to curse out the son of the previous CFO and namesake of the company.
“As the Senior Accounting Manager,” he starts with a sneer, “you should’ve had a better handle on what was happening right under your nose.” He thrusts his fat finger at you, spittle flying as his anger gains traction. “This is why women shouldn’t be in positions like this. You’re useless to this company, and if it were up to me, I would fire you for letting the company get so close to the red line. Seokjin, she reflects poorly on you.”
“Mr. Choi.” Namjoon’s tone is final as he rises to his feet, dragon eyes cutting daggers. “Please respect my employees.” The ‘or else’ is not said, but implied.
You shake with rage, holding back tears of frustration at how no one is coming to your defense. Sure, the CEO asked the board member to respect you, but only after said board member had already besmirched your name. After he had so rudely made insinuations about how poorly he thinks of you and ignored that Kim Seokjin is the Chief Financial Officer and the true overseer of the finances. No one says anything to defend your honor or put the man in his place for talking to an employee this way.
“I’ll respect her when she does her fucking job right! You have until the first quarter of the new year to fix this shit.” Mr. Choi turns and leaves the room dramatically, and for once, you’re glad that you didn’t say anything, because you aren’t fired—yet. Had you opened your mouth, you might have been.
The rest of the room quietly turns to light talk as you direct your heated face to the open report on your laptop. The finances for the year highlight some of the major spending across the departments totalling several million once all added together; several million that were not accounted for at the start of the year when budgets were drawn up and outlined.
First, there was the $2 million dollar loss from the Property Acquisition department thanks to one Kim Taehyung and late paperwork, then stocks dropped from the Facebook video released of C-Suite members and the impromptu start of the non-profit side company NAMU. The cost of going green to implement practices to support NAMU and raise the value of the stocks once again, and the cost of acquiring a new partnership with LeeCo Cosmetics due to Hoseok’s arranged marriage.
“Ahem,” Namjoon clears his throat, calling everyone’s attention. “Now that everyone has had ample time to review the finance report, I think the best way forward is to come up with a plan to implement for the start of the next quarter to change the projection of the report away from the red line.”
“How long do we have to develop a plan?” Seokjin asks, eyes darting over to your silently seething frame.
“You have the month, Jin. December will be spent researching in order to make a decision and create a plan to implement in January. We will re-evaluate the financial report at the end of the first quarter to ensure that there are no negative consequences for the decisions we’ve made, and go from there. Remember, the fiscal year ends March 31st, so we only have the quarter to fix this. Dismissed.”
The room empties out, with Namjoon cutting his eyes at Seokjin to keep him seated. You still needed to gather the documents and calm down before you did something rash, so it’s just the three of you left once the door swings shut.
“Seokjin, I understand why, but do you have to always be so unserious?” Namjoon sighs out.
“What do you mean? I was just giving back what he was dishing out,” Seokjin defends, not seeing the issue with what transpired.
“You know he went and called your dad as soon as he walked out of the room, right?”
“And? The man retired—I’m the CFO now, not my father. It’ll be fine!”
Namjoon just stares at him, before giving you a pitying look that you despise. You know he means it more as sympathy for how you were treated, but it makes you feel different from the others somehow, like you can’t handle the atmosphere of the “wealthy businessmen club”. He nods at you both before he stands and leaves, and Seokjin is not far behind him.
You bend down to gather the documents once your breathing has regulated.
You were right to have been worried about this meeting.
The first week after that dreaded meeting, you spend your time researching the various financial avenues the company has and begin to dissect them for potential areas of mitigation. Seokjin pulls you aside into one of his many offices, this one located on the financing floor, and tries to talk to you about what happened with Mr. Choi, but you don’t let him get but a few words out before cutting in to tell him off for letting you take the blame as soon as the door closes behind you.
“You actually sat there and didn’t say anything to that sexist pig!” You jab Seokjin in the chest to emphasize the last three syllables. “I should report him to HR for sexual harassment! That’ll teach the geriatric asshole.”
Grabbing your shoulders gently, Seokjin leans his face down to your height. Maintaining a calm, soothing tone, he attempts to placate you. “Kicks, I did speak up, but he’s my godfather and I can’t go around cursing my daebu (대부) at work—”
“You didn’t speak up to support me, Seokjin, you made a joke and defended the department, but he was attacking me, and you didn’t say shit. None of you did.”
Pulling away from him, you wrap your arms around yourself as if to self-soothe with a hug, taking several deep breaths to compose yourself. His touches have been growing more frequent lately, and you can’t tell if it’s because you’re acting like a deranged woman since the dreaded meeting, or if you’re noticing it because of other reasons. Not that you would ever date a coworker or anything…
Stepping away from him allows you a chance to breathe, despite how nice it feels when he uses physical contact to comfort you. Arranging your features, you steady yourself as you turn on your heel to face him again.
“I’m sorry for my language, sir. If you will excuse me, I’ll take my lunch now and then we can meet to discuss my findings.”
Without waiting for Seokjin to respond, you step around him and exit his office. You walk towards your desk and grab your convertible laptop and a thin manila folder before you head out of the finance wing. Trekking through the hallways to the elevator, you shake off the outburst as you pass through the waist-high metal safety gate and into the lobby. You hear a high-pitched voice yell out your name.
“Hey, I know you’re plenty busy, but I’ve been tasked with spearheading the holiday party committee, and we need your approval for the budget. Can you sign off on these documents for me?” Ji-Soo asks. “If I had the time, I would run this up to finance,” she adds, “Seokjin is so hot…Damn. How do you handle working so closely with him?”
The front desk representative bats her kohl-lined eyes at you, swinging her long black hair over her shoulder. Her flowy off-the-shoulder blouse reveals a cute, tiny heart-shaped tattoo inked onto her skin. You hate her insinuation that you’re attracted to your boss and the way her eyebrows move as if to suggest that you and Seokjin are anything like her and Jimin. You may find him good-looking, but you have more sense than to be seen C-Suite hopping.
Ignoring her second question, you respond, “I’m on my way to grab lunch, but I can review the documents and let you know if the budget is approved.”
Ji-Soo’s face morphs into one of distaste.
“Why do you need to review it? Can’t you just sign it now? Seokjin always approved the holiday party budgets in the past.”
You groan, knowing that you would be competing with the legacy Seokjin left behind after his promotion to CFO after his father stepped down for retirement. When it was okay to be fiscally irresponsible, because other employees hadn’t racked up millions in expenses out of the blue.
“Sorry, Ji-Soo. Orders from the stakeholders—all budgets have to be reviewed before approval.” You grasp the papers she unceremoniously brandished at you and tuck them into the manila folder. “I’ll get this back to you once it’s been properly assessed.”
“Hey!” Ji-Soo calls after you as you walk away from her, “I need that by the end of the week! Party planning is not cheap!”
Feet still moving, you wave your hand over your shoulder at her, not bothering to spare her a glance. “End of the week, got it!”
Lunch is boring; you hadn’t actually meant to leave for your thirty-minute break today, but after your outburst you felt some exercise would do you good. The small cafe near the office building is the perfect spot to set up your laptop and browse through documents, the Jimmy Choo website, and perk up with a late afternoon latte.
Opening up the fillable PDF file for budget assessment proposals, you begin reviewing the holiday party plans. It pains you to see some of the outlandish expenses they want: an ice sculpture of the company logo, open bar with top-shelf liquor, performance by an upcoming American artist breaking into the scene, and several gift packages for raffles, just to name a few.
Downing the rest of your coffee, you type up your review and draft an email to Ji-Soo, attaching a PDF scan of her proposal and your budget assessment, denying her requests. You ask her to reduce the cost of the party by several hundred thousand, providing a list of things she can mitigate to reach the approved goal, and then you turn on your auto reply so as to avoid her wrath. Walking back into the office building, you blend in with the after lunch crowd and make it back to the small finance department conference room to meet with Seokjin.
Seokjin’s POV
Kim Seokjin sits in the conference room in finance, several levels away from his office where the other C-Suite executives reside, waiting for you. Seokjin has worked with you for several years in finance before his promotion, and you were by far the most qualified Senior Accounting Manager he’s ever met.
He knows he’s lucky to have you, and not just for your skills and personality—you’re also easy on the eyes. Seokjin’s always been tempted to ask you out, cross that boundary of coworkers, but the timing’s never been right. With his promotion at the start of the year, the chasm has gotten wider, his resolve fading with it.
After you leave for your lunch break, he settles into the conference room replaying the way your hips swayed as you walked away from him. Chuckling at the way your perfect image cracked and he got to hear his name roll off of your tongue—that is until the smile is wiped away as he remembers what led to it. You were right. He didn’t defend you in that meeting earlier in the week, simply too gobsmacked by Mr. Choi’s choice of words to even think clearly. The image it put into his head, you in the hallway closet with those legs wrapped around his waist, letting him fuck you into oblivion—in just those heels you stomp around in, so authoritative-like…Seokjin licks his lips as his fingers clench the edge of his desk, before he shakes the image away.
He hates that you feel like you do; growing up he spent so much time at the office, running around with Namjoon as their dads built the company from the ground up, and the women in the office always took care of them.
Mrs. Im was the payroll bookkeeper when he was just a child; his love for numbers and accounting started with her. She tutored him in math through primary school, even helping him pass the Suneung, or the CSAT national test, to get into college. He saw how hard it was for her to move up in the department, often being looked over for her male counterparts, despite being better than them. As far as the finance department goes, payroll is the lowest on the totem pole. Mrs. Im only made it one level up to Staff Accountant, despite being able to count circles around the men and it never seemed fair.
Now, the company is much more with the times, with many women in not only the finance department, but in information technology, and men in nontraditional roles as well, like the secretary who is in the entertainment department, Kai. As for your position, the only person above you in the hierarchy is himself, and some days Seokjin wishes he could promote you into his role for all your hard work. He curses his daebu in his head for the way his backwards thinking has negatively affected you, and then curses himself for not being able to support you the way you deserved in that meeting.
Seokjin fields text messages from his father about the company’s finances, Namjoon’s assumption that Mr. Choi called his father, having been correct. It’s been an ongoing conversation since the moment he left the meeting—his father bothering him day and night about his behavior.
아버지 (Father) - 12:48 pm : You should not have spoken like that in a meeting. Choi told me that you were talking back, not taking any accountability for the financial crisis the company could be facing, and that girl was impertinent. For once, can you just take this job seriously? Can you take your life seriously?
Jin - 12:49 pm: Aren’t you retired?
Once your lunch break ends, Seokjin can’t hide the smile on his face as you enter the room, setting your belongings on the table with a sigh.
“Ji-Soo stopped me as I was leaving to talk about the holiday party. Can we discuss it at the end of the meeting?”
“Of course. Let’s get the business out of the way, then.”
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“Absolutely not.”
“But sir, the amount of money that we spend every month on the Friday event, especially with it being a half day of work getting done…even to reduce it for the first quarter could make significant gains to remain in the black.”
Seokjin crosses his arms across his chest, leaning back in the office chair.
“You have to understand, Kicks. The Friday event is only once a month. It’s important for employee morale, not to mention the amount of impact we have on the community right here. There’s the Cho family who runs the Korean street food truck. Half of their monthly revenue comes from this one day. The parents have a daughter in college and she has a small son they look after while she’s in class. They wouldn’t be able to support them both without us.”
You level Seokjin with a gaze that he wishes he could act upon, taking you up on the challenge it serves.
“You want to continue Fun Fridays to save this ONE restaurant?” you ask, leaning your elbows onto the table as you peer closely at Seokjin, analyzing him. Your hands are clasped tightly in front of you as you hold back the urge to fix the wayward strand of hair that falls across his forehead.
“Well, no—not just this one. It helps all of the local companies who come out to provide for us—this was just an example that should pull at your heartstrings.” Seokjin leans towards you, placing his hand atop yours to sell the sentimental connection he’s using to keep Fridays as is. “These are real people who rely on us. And our employees rely on them. People want to work here and our stocks do well because the employees brag about once-a-month Fridays on WeVerse. It would be foolhardy to our reputation to remove it.” He gestures dramatically with his hands to emphasize just how foolhardy he finds it, and you suddenly miss the warmth of his hand on yours.
“Fine.” You look down at the next item on the list, gathering your thoughts away from the dangerous path of Seokjin’s hands on yours. “My next proposal is to make a change to the employee health benefits. I looked into it and we can lower company costs if we choose the specific provider for employees. I’ve found a clinic with three primary care doctors that provided us with an estimate. They project to have a great low cost for the company and there would be less contribution from the employees as well. A win-win.”
You smugly slide over the information you gathered for Seokjin’s review. He can’t help but admit to himself that this is a possible option. He doesn’t like that it would throw off the plans already in place, but as long as the doctors are reputable, he feels confident in this choice.
“Can you tell me a little bit about the clinic or the doctors we would be assigned?”
“Sure, uh, their names are…Hyun Yong-in, Jung Hyun-tae and Lee Wan-soo. They work for—”
“—Incheon 21st Century Hospital,” Seokjin interrupts. You glower at him.
“Next idea.”
“What? Why?!”
“Because, Kicks, if you had done a little more digging, you would know why the fee is so low. They had a massive lawsuit, malpractice and fraud, allowing interns and assistants to perform surgery on patients without consent or supervision. They should’ve lost their licenses. I didn’t realize they were done with their jail time. Two years goes by fast.”
He watches you pale visibly at the news, just a few shades lighter than normal as you swallow the information. Folding his convertible laptop so that it becomes a touchscreen tablet, he taps for a few moments before proffering the screen to you.
“Oh,” you gulp. “Well, I have one more idea to help the company.”
Pulling out the printed paper from the manila folder, you pass the list of departments to Seokjin for him to review.
“These are all of the departments of JinHit Conglomerate with a brief description of what they handle.” Leaning over, you point to a small subsection under the Information Technology sector. “This right here is a small department that is listed under IT, but could also be considered Marketing. It houses the Social Media Managers—three employees who oversee engagement, content, and analytics for the company’s online platforms and presence.”
Seokjin nods.
“Yes, they are the ones who caught wind of the video Khaity posted…We had to make sure that moving forward they didn’t contact the board first, but me and Joon.” Seokjin shakes his head at the memory. “That was a shitshow,” he mutters.
“Well, take a look at the expenses this department has incurred. The cost of new equipment for all three members, including desktops here in the office and work devices, to take on the go and to have at home; high-speed gigabit internet speeds, several purchases for access to databases and systems to track the company name and various projects we are working on, a stipend for food—I don’t even know why they need that—plus these charges to the company card for a massage therapist to come in-house three times a week!” You huff in indignation at the ridiculousness of the expenses as Seokjin’s phone chimes from an incoming message.
“So what are you proposing we do? Cut out massages? Or are you offering to be my personal masseuse? I have a few areas you could—”
“I will call HR so quick—”
“I’m kidding, sheesh! You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
“I’m not flustered! Anyway,” you redirect the conversation away from another spiraling train of thought as your tablet dings, “this department incurs more expenses per member than some of the entertainment sector, so I think we need to merge these workers into other departments with a significant decrease to the special treatment they have been receiving and do a sweep through ALL department expenses, mitigating all of the superfluous things, like fucking massage therapists being on-call in-house three times a week.”
“The employees are not going to like this—we've always allowed them the ability to not be micromanaged when it comes to workplace spending,” Seokjin answers, but he knows this is the best bet to meet the board’s requirements and stay on your good side. “But okay.”
“Great. I’ll draft the memo to be sent out as soon as possible so that from now on, all expenses will be reviewed by me before charges can be processed by the company.” A quiet pinging chimes as you talk. “All spending must go through a request and approval process. I’ve already drafted the forms for requesting funds, and this is a great segue into Ji-Soo and the holiday party. She can be the first to complete the new process for approval, since I’ve already completed the form and sent it to her.”
Jin huffs out a disbelieving chuckle, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment of relief.
“Well, that explains the back-to-back emails she’s sent while we’ve been talking. She must not understand that emails are not like text messages.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t say that Ji-Soo is surpassing the CEO with her IQ score.” You click the keys on the tablet keyboard, avoiding looking at Seokjin, lest you start to laugh as another ding fills the silence from his constantly chirping phone.
“Kicks! It’s so rare to see you snip back—she must’ve done something to get under your skin.” Seokjin smirks, thinking about how he wants to be next.
“Just thinking about how if we could fire some people, that would also help with costs.”
“For now, we’ll stick to option three and your plan to assess all company fund requests. I’ll report this to Namjoon and you can work on your memo. And please, if you love me at all,” Seokjin pauses so that he can stand up and gather his device and pen, “reply to Ji-Soo before she files a complaint.”
“Yes, sir.” And you will, but not because you have any kind of feelings for your boss.
Reader POV
Ji-Soo is not happy with the reply email you sent to her, but you don’t care. Unfortunately, it’s your job that’s on the line, though you wish it would be hers. Her many office dalliances are of no secret to you thanks to being so close to one of the C-Suite employees, but there isn’t much you can do about it.
The rest of the weekend and following week is spent writing up the memo for the CEO to approve and send out to all departments, prepping all of the review documents you will be using for requests, and meeting with the CIO, Jeon Jungkook, to discuss the rearranging of the IT Departments so that the staff members can be placed accordingly.
Friday afternoon, a reminder email comes through about the Company Holiday party happening tomorrow. You didn’t forget about it—not with the way Ji-Soo bothers you almost daily about how hard it is to plan the event with the limited funds you provided her. You roll your eyes at her email—the slight dig at the change of venue due to the financial department’s mitigations did not go unmissed by you.
In actuality, she has the same amount of money for decorations and food as previous years—making her use the JinHit building as the location instead of renting out an expensive ballroom or hotel conference room allowed you to approve her decorations, food, and drink budget.
Moving the email into the relevant folder, you close down your computer for the weekend, excited to finally be done with the long week. You plan to attend the event, and as you pack up your belongings to head home, you think through the various outfits in your closet to piece together what you might want to wear.
“Hey, Kicks!” Seokjin’s loud voice calls out to you as you wait for the elevator car to arrive on your floor. The finance department is located on the 48th floor, below the C-Suite offices, and it isn’t every day that people frequently travel this high. Most of the Property Acquisition department left earlier, also located on this floor; so the quiet atmosphere allows his voice to travel farther than usual.
“Hey, Seokjin. Have a good weekend,” you say in greeting and farewell so as to not prolong a conversation. He doesn’t take the hint and steps next to you, his heady cologne filling the elevator waiting area. His black hair is pushed back off of his forehead, showing his annoyingly handsome face, and you turn away from his brown eyes smiling at you.
“Oh, I’m sure this weekend will be more than good. Are you coming tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there. Need to witness with my own eyes how it turns out so Ji-Soo can’t lie.”
Seokjin laughs as the elevator sounds to alert that the carriage has arrived. The two of you board, the enclosed space unsurprisingly empty. Being alone with him is nothing you aren’t used to—but lately you’re noticing he’s frustratingly handsome, which makes it harder for you to still blame him for the finance meeting debacle.
“Sounds like something she would do,” he finishes after laughing, pressing the button to the 50th floor, causing the trajectory of the elevator to lurch upward.
“Seokjin!”
“What? You know I have two offices and I left my briefcase upstairs. Wait for me, please?” he begs as the door opens and he takes off at a slow jog down the hallway. You sigh, pressing the door open button a few times as you wait for him to return. You’re annoyed and ready to go home, and this just highlights how much he enjoys getting under your skin and earning a reaction from you. He’s back quickly, only slightly out of breath as you press the button for the ground floor.
“Thanks, Kicks. It’s creepy leaving here by myself.”
You look at him incredulously.
“It’s not creepy. Most of the lights are still on!”
“Barely! Plus now that it’s winter, the sun sets earlier. Look,” he gestures out the elevator’s tinted glass window. “It’s already setting.”
“It’s not setting, it just looks darker because the glass is tinted for shade so we don’t fry on the way up to the office.”
“If it’s hot in here, I can get off,” he offers, pointing to the button for the 37th floor that he can press to stop the motion of the elevator’s descent.
“You really think you’re hot, huh?”
“You don’t agree?” Seokjin challenges, stepping into your space. His arms cage your body in, and he tilts his head to look down at you. You fight the urge to stare at his lips, instead biting your own as you maintain eye contact.
“Oh Seokjin, there are so many things I don’t agree with you on.” You decide to take this opportunity and fluster him for a change. You close the gap dividing you from Seokjin and begin to run your hand along the top of his head, as if in a loving manner. You hold back a laugh at the way his eyes close in contentment at the feel of your fingers sliding along his scalp, unaware of your actual goal. Your fingers curl around his locks, giving you a good grip to pull his head back and away from you.
“Ow, ow!” He hollers as he steps away from you, releasing you from the tension built within his arms.
“Sorry, sir.” Smugly, you cross your arms as he rubs at his scalp while shooting daggers at you, knowing it’s all in jest.
The two of you continue to playfully banter on the way down to the main lobby, parting ways as he heads to his reserved parking spot and you walk to the bus stop near the building that most employees utilize to get home.
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Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you fix your dress, eyes leaving the thigh slit in your dress to gaze at the black Louis Vuitton FAME pumps adorning your feet. The cocktail dress is black, showing off ample shoulder and legs, while accentuating all of your best body parts. Grabbing your winter coat and clutch, you head downstairs to the waiting KakaoTaxi that will take you to the office.
The lobby of JinHit is full of people arriving, greeting each other and taking photos in front of the ice sculpture of the company logo. On the other side of the main desk from the elevators, a makeshift coat check has been erected, with a small line of your coworkers turning in their heavy coats so they can enjoy the party. After dropping off your own jacket, you make your way to the elevator, waving salutations to coworkers you see. The CEO’s secretary, NaBi, poses with the CIO, Jungkook, in front of a beautiful backdrop of a snowy forest, fake snow falling from a machine positioned above. Yoongi and Jimin stand to one side, clearly arguing back and forth about something, though both have a smile on their face. Reaching the elevator, the doors open as soon as you press the button, and you’re quickly rising to the 5th floor.
The 5th floor is often referred to as the Study Area, because it houses several quiet areas for the employees to access. The entertainment section uses it the most, with the various celebrities signed to JinHit doing work, studying their craft, and holding meetings in the rooms. The first door, and the main location of the party is called The Library, because one side of the wall is filled with bookshelves and books, while the opposite side holds floor-to-ceiling glass windows. There is a balcony within The Library that looks down upon the main floor, and tonight, it’s filled with white covered tables with a good sized area for people to dance and mingle.
As you take in the decorations, you can’t help but admire Ji-Soo’s efforts, and when she appears from a side door directing a working staffer on the placement of silverware, you tell her so.
“Thank you, YN…not that your goal to cut down on spending was of any help.”
“Yes, I am sure that this is not the venue you had in mind, but you’ve done a wonderful job.”
“Wow, babes, this looks great!” Jimin walks into the room, followed by Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jungkook.
“Yes, I worked very hard for almost two weeks on planning this.” Ji-Soo curls herself into Jimin’s arms as he wraps an arm around her waist. They walk further into the room to allow the crowd to enter, and soon The Library is full of people grabbing plates for the buffet line and getting drinks from the bar set up beneath the balcony. You decide to get a drink first, avoiding the crowd lining up to get first dibs on the food emitting a delicious aroma into the room.
The bartender is skilled, shaking bottles and pouring liquor for your waiting coworkers. The Malibu Bay Breeze you ordered is paired with a couple of cherries that sway in the glass as it slides down the bar to you. Taking a sip, you enjoy the refreshing taste of the cran-pineapple and coconut rum as it takes over your tastebuds.
“What did you order? Is it good?”
You nod your head at NaBi, who recently joined you at the bar, as you take another long sip from the thin black straw.
“It’s perfect! Not overly sweet, but the rum isn’t overpowering it either.”
“I’ll have to try that one after I finish my amaretto sour.” She gestures to the bartender who is mixing her order.
“They taste so good, I bet the party will get a little wild soon.”
You both look at the crowd on the dance floor, surprised that so many people are already swaying to the beat and most of the tables are full with diners. The event planner is wrapped around Jimin, body gyrations bordering on dangerously inappropriate for a work party. NaBi laughs at the display before leaving you alone to join her work husband, Jungkook, at a table near the thrusting lovebirds.
Heading to the buffet line, you decide to eat before you order a second drink, wanting to keep some semblance of control over your gross motor functions and not end up as the gossip all over the WeVerse App.
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“Wow, Kicks…you look amazing.”
You try your best to turn around slowly, but the alcohol seems to come out of nowhere and you’re a little wobbly on your platform pumps. Luckily, you didn’t choose a stiletto, or you might have fallen straight into your boss.
“Hello, sir. Thank you.” You blink a few times, trying to get his handsome face to stop turning into triplets.
“Why are you hiding up here?” He looks down at your coworkers from where you’re both standing against the clear railing of the balcony. “Are you okay? Too much to drink?”
“You know? I think the juice tricked me. It was sweet so I had a few more than I usually would…now you have twin brothers.”
Seokjin guffaws loudly, but the music is now so loud it doesn’t draw anyone’s attention.
“You look a bit flushed, do you want me to get you some water?”
“Actually, yes, can we go get water? I was afraid to go downstairs in case I tripped and fell.”
Seokjin nods, offering his arm to you so that you can balance as he walks you over to the stairs to guide you down them safely. You thank him as he leads the way to the bar, loosening his bowtie as he motions for two water bottles. You fan your face as he uses one hand to pick up the bottles placed on the bar, and taking in your current state, Seokjin places his hand on the small of your back to head towards the outdoor access entrance through the glass wall.
The winter chill of the night air is soothing to your hot skin and you sink into the patio loveseat to rest your heels and your eyes.
“Here,” the crackling of the water bottle opening signals you to reach your hand out blindly and grasp the cool plastic.
A big gulp and deep breath help immensely, and you feel the loveseat dip as Seokjin drops down next to you. His body heat radiates comfortingly, and you catch yourself cuddling into his side. You miss the way Seokjin’s eyes sparkle at the initiation of touch.
“So, despite cutting costs, the annual holiday party turned out pretty well, I think,” Seokjin says, raising his water to his plush lips to drink before continuing, “did you have fun?”
“We’re still here, but yes, I am having fun. Thank you for getting me outside. I feel a lot better.”
“That’s good,” he murmurs as you curl into him more, seeking his heat. He hesitates before lowering his arm around the back of the loveseat, resting it behind you as if to welcome you into his space more. “I can’t believe it’s already December.”
You sit upright, a gasp leaving your mouth as his words ring in your eyes.
“Oh my god, it’s December.”
“I know I just said tha—”
“I missed your birthday!”
Seokjin watches your face as it cycles through all of the stages of grief before settling on a pouty acceptance.
“It’s no big deal, I didn’t get to celebrate much with everything going on right now. We’ve had to stay late and double check the daily financial reports, and I’ve been meeting with the department heads and it’s not a big birthday anyways. Next year though, you better remember.”
You nod solemnly, tipsiness clouding your ability to see through his playful manner. “Yes, sir. I will, I promise.”
Seokjin chuckles at your seriousness, hand moving to the top of your head where he smooths down the pieces that were disturbed when you had leaned into him. You preen at the touch, chest pushing into his side as you close your eyes and enjoy the feel of his fingers against your hair.
“You’re cute when you drink.”
You glare at him as best as you can, but it just makes him laugh harder.
“So, what do you want for your birthday? Or for Christmas since I missed this year?”
Seokjin’s face turns thoughtful, eyebrows furrowing together as his eyes look to the night sky in thought.
“I think…I just want my father to recognize how much I actually care about the company. I’m trying to be the best CFO I can be, but man, if by Christmas he can relax from hounding me over the finances, that would be fucking great. If not, by next year we better be as far from the red as possible.”
His words strike a chord with you. The past week that you’ve been working hard at the mitigation plans and finance approvals, you didn’t even take into account how busy Seokjin was—to the point he didn’t even make a fuss about his birthday. He’d actually been really helpful, providing you with information to make your job easier.
“We will be, Jin,” you promise, “you’re doing a great job helping me with mitigating things. Speaking of—I wish we could mitigate her.” You stare pointedly through the window back into the building, where a very drunk Park Jimin has his white shirt unbuttoned seductively low as an equally drunk Ji-Soo is taking pictures of him with her phone.
“Ji-Soo? She’s harmless.”
“No one who has slept with a C-Suite executive is ever harmless to a company. Workplace romances rarely work out. She isn’t harmless; she’s a risk, and untouchable right now.”
A strong gust causes Seokjin to shiver, unconsciously pulling you closer to his body and you seek his warmth. Closing your eyes, you cuddle into his broad chest as you listen to him continue with the conversation.
“She’s just the front desk secretary, Kicks.”
“Exactly. A lower level employee who has slept with both Kim Namjoon, the CEO, and Park Jimin, a board member’s son—who knows who else is on the list. She can choose to sell her stories to the highest bidder, at any time, for any reason. But she does her job, so we have no reason to fire her that wouldn’t be contestable in a court.”
“Ohhhh,” Seokjin’s eyebrows raise cutely, “the risk is that she could cause us to spend money in court, be tied up in litigation, or spend money on a settlement.”
“I knew you were the CFO for a reason,” you smile up at him from where he has you comfortably tucked, and he looks so handsome from this view.
“Ah, Kicks, you need to have a little fun in your life. No risk, no reward.” He winks at you, and under the city lights, he looks dazzling. “I would also like to point out something you may or may not be privy to…but I happen to know there are currently four successful workplace romances happening at this moment. They’re cute,” he sighs wistfully, “I wish I had a cute work boo.”
“Yes, I am privy to this knowledge, seeing as I work with you, gossip queen,” you tease, “but also, relationships can look one way to outsiders, but in reality, there could be all sorts of issues, abuse, infidelity, petty arguments…”
“Yeah, those are my friends outside of work—accusing them of abuse and cheating is a bit of a reach to try and prove your singular example right.” He looks at you thoughtfully. “I bet if we were dating, we would easily be successful. Not everything is a risk.”
“If we were dating, we wouldn’t be stupid like them,” you nod back to where the two lovebirds are canoodling in the shadowed corner of the room, “but still risky nonetheless.”
“How about this…I’ll take you out on a few dates, and we can see if anyone we work with catches wind of our fake relationship. I think we could keep it under wraps for two weeks.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“How about those pretty Jimmy Choo heels you were eyeing? Prove me wrong and they’re yours.”
You feel your eyes grow wide, imagining those coveted heels on your feet as you walk into work once the new year rolls in.
“I’m feeling like I may regret this in the morning, but what the hell, I want those shoes…It’s a deal.”
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The following Sunday evening finds you lounging around at home, cleaning and doing laundry as you sip a glass of red wine and come up with your list of rules for your challenge with Seokjin. In the light of day and with sober minds, you texted each other, realizing that you need some way to measure the challenge. Also, he needed to make sure that you weren’t set on sabotaging the relationship from jump, just to get the shoes.
Jin (8:47 PM): I’ve thought about it, and here are my rules. Okay? We’re dating, so act like we’re dating but be discreet and don’t tell anyone and win on purpose.
You (8:47 PM): That’s…so professional of you.
Jin (8:48 PM): There you go again…
You (8:49 PM): Shut up.
You (8:50 PM): Anyways, here’s what I came up with: [Link to spreadsheet]
No telling anyone that we’re dating during these 2 weeks ~Saturday Dec 9 - Saturday Dec 23
Must go on 6 dates, 3 each week, with at least one date each week right after work, where you drive us
Have to attend two meetings together with other coworkers and successfully get away with the following:
Disappear at the same time from desk/office during peak work hours for 30 minutes, twice during week 2 without anyone growing suspicious of the two of us missing
Jin (9:02 PM): I appreciate your attention to detail, but also, you kind of take the fun out of the dating part.
You (9:04 PM): You want to make sure I don’t cheat, and I want to make sure you don’t either. So, in order to test this accurately, we need to be able to measure it. By having set actions and goals we have to get away with, I think this is the best way to determine who wins in the end.
Jin (9:05 PM): We could just act like a couple and wing it, but I guess knowing what to do with you is easier. You like being touched…noted.
You (9:06 PM): Don’t make it awkward.
Jin (9:06 PM): You didn’t mention kissing at work? Are we doing that? I think it would be fun.
Jin (9:08 PM): Or does that come with the sneaking away? Should I pick up some listerine for the office? Any preference on condom brands or flavors?
You: {Left on Read}
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Sitting at your desk, your eyes drag to the bottom corner of the computer screen to the email alert. Clicking it open, you see a message from Seokjin with weekly reports he’s run for your review. As you begin to open the spreadsheets he’s sent, you notice he’s changed his signoff at the end of the email.
Your Handsome Lover, Jin-Oppa
You hold back a gag, unable to believe the audacity he has, before it turns into a giggle. He really has no shame, you think, deciding two can play this game. Hitting reply, you send him a thank you, making sure to sign off in like.
Leaning back in your chair, you stretch before diving into the work he sent.
Time seems to fly by, with the sun filtering into your office slowly moving across the carpet. You don’t notice, so engrossed in your work as you are, that Seokjin is leaning in your doorway, eyes watching you with a soft smile.
“Ready to go, baby girl?”
Seokjin’s voice startles you, breaking your concentration. Your boss has changed out of his business suit slacks, a crisp pair of blue jeans tailored to fit his body now gracing his frame as his button down disappears into the waistband. The sleeves are rolled up halfway, revealing his expensive watch and veins as he flexes involuntarily.
“Seokjin!” you gasp out, clutching a hand to your chest above your now racing heart.
“Now, is that any way to address your boyfriend who is about to take you out on a date?”
You raise your eyebrows at him.
“Fake boyfriend, you mean,” you correct, gathering your purse onto your shoulder as you lock your computer before looking down to arrange the printed reports neatly.
“Real enough for the next two weeks, baby girl,” he counters, voice significantly closer.
You feel the warmth of his body pressing into your backside as he envelops you in a hug, his face nuzzling into your neck as if seeking comfort. Freezing, your body betrays you as a burst of butterflies flit around your tummy and your neck cranes as if to accommodate his face, waiting for him to plant a kiss on your sweet spot.
Instead he steps back, and it takes you a few seconds to regain your composure.
“I’m gonna regret signing my email as that, aren’t I?” you question, following him out of your office.
“Hmm, it's possible, but more likely, you’ll prefer it to Kicks and ask me not to stop calling you that.”
“Doubt it,” you mumble, though your conscious thought is looking at you skeptically. It’s been one day, and your body is already taking this fake relationship as reality.
“We’ll see,” is his only response, though after the two of you step into the elevator, he reaches for your hand.
“You’re quite the touchy-feely boyfriend, Jinnie-Oppa,” you tease.
“Because I know it’s what you like. I know you’ve identified set things you’d like to do to test the relationship, but I’m more of a go with the flow guy, y’know? And I have a reputation to protect. Fake or not, I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.”
Again, the traitorous butterflies appear, and they remain long after he’s dropped your hand to walk across the lobby to the parking garage entrance, looking mischievously around the lot as he opens the passenger side door to let you into his car.
Date number one surprises you, as you’re expecting Seokjin to resort to either typical chaebol actions, like a fancy reservation at an upscale restaurant, or be lazy with his choice, and take you to something owned by his family. Seokjin did neither, instead he surprises you with a fun outing. He swings by your place, telling you to change into something casual and you’re glad you did. Zzang Games, located in Hongdae, is a multi-floor entertainment center, perfect for competing or pairing up for various arcade and VR games.
For a Monday evening it's not too busy, mostly tourists and students on the claw machines and engaged in battle royales, and you think it’s pretty smart of Seokjin to choose this. Your coworkers most likely would not be out at a place like this on a weekday, so you’re less likely to get caught, and as a date, it’s definitely the type of relaxed setting that would allow two people to learn more about each other. If that was something the two of you were interested in, which it’s not. Right?
Later that night in bed, you fall asleep thinking about how much fun you had with Seokjin and that maybe he’s right about workplace romances, but if he is, then you can kiss those Jimmy Choo shoes goodbye...
Seokjin wasn’t lying to you when he said he would be the best boyfriend you’ve ever experienced in the two weeks assigned to dating, and it’s only been three days. Yesterday, you received a delivery of flowers discreetly signed from Your Lover. Several of the women that share your floor asked about the blooming perennials, curious to know who they came from. You just said it was a new thing, much like the vase full of buds that was blossoming; not yet a relationship, but still something nonetheless.
Today, just before you head to the Tuesday weekly meeting, Seokjin comes into your office to deliver you a cold French vanilla latte with whipped cream and a caramel drizzle across the fluffy topping.
“Well isn’t this sweet,” you say with a thank you, instantly mouthing at the whipped cream. You watch as Seokjin’s eyes follow your lips as you try and get the excess cream off the sides of your mouth. Turning away from you, he moves to leave. You follow, ready for the meeting, when Seokjin stops abruptly, turning on his heel in the doorway.
“What—”
His plush lips land on yours, a hand moving to the back of your hair to hold you in place as he gently bites your bottom lip before pulling away from the unexpected kiss.
“You missed a spot, Kicks, didn’t want anyone else coming to your rescue in the meeting.”
He steps away, resuming his path to the conference room as you blink feverishly at his departing silhouette. It takes you a few seconds to gather your wits and hustle after him, heels click-clacking on the tile as you hurry to catch up.
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Meetings lately suck.
Ever since you, or, the finance department, has been put on the hot seat, it feels like everyone is looking to you to fix things that aren’t your area of concern. It doesn’t help that you and Seokjin have made this stupid bet to see who is right about workplace romances. All so you can have those coveted Jimmy Choos.
“Thank you Taehyung, I’m sure the board will be able to vote on your proposal after reviewing the presentation.” The CEO’s voice snaps you back from where you’re daydreaming, face still warm and mouth tingling from your fake lover’s amorous encounter earlier. Absent-mindedly you run a finger across your bottom lip, not really listening to a word any of your coworkers have to say.
“Next up will be an update on the finances—we’ll take a quick five minute break before we resume.”
You jump when you feel a hand on your thigh, a soft pressure as Seokjin turns your chair gently towards himself.
“Hey, are you okay? Do you want me to present this time,” he says lowly into your ear. You feel the breath of his words caress your neck, a shiver rolling down your spine at how close he is. His hand then moves to your back, and to anyone in the room watching, it would look like two work partners preparing for their presentation.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“Maybe because you look a little…flustered. Don’t worry baby girl, this presentation’s on me.” Seokjin grasps your hand under the conference room table, and you don’t really hear anything else he says as he brings his other hand to the tablet in front of you, clicking a few things so he can connect to the projector now that Taehyung has packed away his materials. “That was much longer than five seconds, I think I’m killing it.”
“Huh?” you question, confused.
He releases your fingers from where they were intertwined with his own, raising his hand to wiggle his five left fingers in your face with a smug look.
“Just sit here and look pretty, darling,” he jokes, but his eyes look serious when he swoops his hand over your ear, tucking away a wayward strand before standing to present, “and can you click through the slides for me?” he says this part louder, drawing everyone’s attention to you.
You can only nod, bashful and confused, and curse Kim Seokjin for being so goddamn charming, and so damn good at this game.
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Seokjin’s POV
Date number two the following day is your idea—a nice tandem bike ride along the Han River before sunset. The temperature is chilly, but you make sure to warn Seokjin in advance so he meets you wearing a warm fluffy white jacket, a matching beanie, and gloves. He’s thankful you let him know to dress warmly.
Seoul winters have 5 AM sunrises and near 8 PM sunsets, so the view along the river is gorgeous, a clear Wednesday with barely a cloud in the sky. Seokjin can’t believe he actually works up a sweat during the leisurely ride, but with the sun still out and no clouds to offer any shade, when the two of you finish your trip, he strips off his jacket for a breather.
He notices the way you eye his arms as they flex to grab his wallet from his back pocket so he can pay for your hot cocoa. It makes him feel good about himself, and his chances with you once this competition is over. What better way to make you fall for him and realize dating him is feasible, than by a trial run—as he likes to call it.
Seokjin is aware that you play by the rules, not just in work, where it’s expected, but in your day to day too, in relationships with coworkers and how you move through life. The only time he’s witnessed you behave in a way that goes against this is when you splurge to buy heels online. He feels like it was pure luck that he was able to finesse his trial run relationship with you, but he knows it is the data that you need to prove it’s worth the risk—he’s worth the risk.
When you shiver from the breeze coming off of the river, he wastes no time layering his fluffy jacket over your thin, long-sleeve athletic shirt, loving the way the jacket dwarfs you despite your heeled boots—yes, even when riding bikes, you make sure to have that slight lift that makes your ass sit ever so nicely in your jeans.
He enjoys the way you snuggle yourself deeper into his jacket, subtly inhaling the scent of his cologne and it’s just another confirmation to himself that maybe you could really turn this into something real with him, that maybe you like him back. He played it safe with the first date, and your choice for today is cute, but he doesn’t have much time to prove to you that he’s serious. He knows that the next date is the time for him to turn up the heat.
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Reader POV
The atmosphere in the restaurant for date three is so far removed from the arcade of date one, you don’t really know how to behave. You use the term restaurant loosely, seeing as you are currently floating along the Han River. A candlelight dinner on a ferry at sunset was not what you expected from Seokjin. Looking around the room, you can’t help but notice how many of the tables are empty in comparison to what your friends have told you about this experience, but you’re sure Seokjin pulled some strings. There’s maybe seven other couples in the room. He confirms as much as he pulls your attention back to him.
“I bought out as many of the tables as I could to ensure your utmost devotion during our date, and still you can’t keep your eyes on me,” he jokes, bringing his wine glass to his lips, “but some people had already purchased tables and I couldn’t get them to refund it.” Your eyes follow the burgundy liquid as it slips between his lips, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows it down. You tug at the form-fitting maroon dress you have on, one that Seokjin presented to you before leaving work to make the reservation.
“I was just wondering why it was so empty, but now that I know, I promise to focus on you.” You hate how much you don’t hate how the words sound; Seokjin is a sight to behold as the sun begins its descent below the horizon, and you find that you don’t want to look away from him. It’s a bit confusing for you because there’s a small part of your brain that doesn’t want to like this. He’s your boss, for one, and two, your competitive side is thinking about the fact that you want those shoes. Plus, you also like to be right. Though if you’re being honest with yourself—
“All women do is lie,” Seokjin says, paired with a firm settling down of the glass goblet onto the tablecloth. “Promising to focus on me, and then daydreaming seconds after—unless you were daydreaming about me?”
“Yes, daydreaming about strangling you for being so insufferable.”
“Didn’t know you were also into asphyxiation, but I will add that to the list alongside ‘likes to be touched’.”
You want to wipe the smirk off of his face. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself that this is Kim Seokjin, and no matter how he seems to fool you for a moment, give it a few minutes and he will say something to reign it back in.
“So, I know we’re going to run this relationship for two weeks, and I thought about the perfect way to figure out if we pass or fail.”
You nod as you take a bite of the filet mignon on the plate before you. “Oh, do tell,” you implore, chewing delicately so as to not appear impolite.
“Be my date to Namjoon’s Christmas party.” Seokjin’s nonchalant tone throws you for a loop and you miss the connection between the two things.
“Be your—excuse me,” you cough, clearing your throat from when you inhaled unceremoniously. “You want me to be your date to the CEO’s Christmas party?”
“Yeah, it makes perfect sense. When we arrive, everyone will either act surprised seeing us as a couple, or think that I invited you as my friendly, plus-one coworker. Either way, we can use that as the true test to see if we passed or failed.” Seokjin grins proudly, waiting for you to applaud his brilliance.
“Hmm, it does seem like a good idea.” You look back at your food, hiding the fact that you were confused earlier. “I’m assuming the people invited will be people who attend meetings with us or work with us regularly?”
“Obviously, I wouldn’t suggest it otherwise.”
“Fine, I guess I’ll be your date.”
“Great. I’ll forward you the e-vite later tonight so you can prepare yourself for it, I know how you are.”
You smile softly at him; despite his teasing tone, you know that the act of sending you the details is one that shows he knows you and cares to some degree about your comfortability. He’s seen you freak out a few times over lack of information before meetings or events that you’ve had to attend for the company. You wonder what other things he’s filed away about you to make sure that you’re taken care of, so to speak. Maybe this is also who Kim Seokjin is. His duality is throwing you for a loop.
Before you can think of a way to safely broach that topic, the live band playing shifts to a song you recognize, but without lyrics, you can’t name it just yet.
“I love this song!” Seokjin surprises you when he comments, proffering a hand to you. “Do you want to dance?”
In the fading sunlight, his eyes sparkle with a joyful playfulness that you can’t say no to. Taking his hand, you allow him to pull you towards an opening, thanks to the lack of patrons on board, and gathering you into his arms, the two of you sway to the beat.
You are acutely aware that his hands are placed right at the small of your back, pinkies bordering the curve of your ass as you hold onto his broad shoulders.
“Relax a little, can you look like you actually enjoy dancing with me?”
“Sorry, I—”
“Shhh, just dance with me—you look beautiful by the way.” He smiles down at you, and you comply, wrapping your hands to rest casually around his neck to loosen your stiff posture as you try to hide the heat rising to your face.
As the music plays, you hear Seokjin humming gently along to it before he begins to sing lightly. “Say my name and everything just stops, I don’t want you like a best friend…Only bought this dress so you can take it off, take it off, ah ah ah~.”
Hearing the lyrics jogs your memory of the song, and you remember how much of a fan Seokjin is of Taylor Swift. Until the words catch up to your brain and you look up at him scandalized.
“Only bought me this dress so you can take it off?” you ask, trying to step away from him, but his hold on you is firm.
“Kicks, everything that I buy you from here on out, I would love to remove from your body, except for the heels.” He doesn’t look at you, playfully swirling you around in a circle with a smile, but there’s a sincerity in his tone that you can’t shake. You bite your lip, unable to stop the racing thoughts as he takes one of your hands from where you’ve moved them to his chest, spinning you in a circle on the dance floor as the band continues to play.
He pulls you close again, this time with your back to his front and keeps hold of your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.
“Are you having fun yet?” he asks, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“I’m dancing with you, aren’t I?” you deflect, and he chuckles knowingly.
Seokjin resumes his gentle singing, swaying with you as other guests begin to dance and waiters clear the finished entrees so they could prepare for dessert. As the song finally ends, you walk back to your seat, sitting gingerly to combat the pooling between your thighs from the friction dancing must have caused. Rubbing up against someone is just a part of dancing. What else could explain the slight bulge you felt nestled between your cheeks as you swayed in Seokjin’s arms?
The small crystal bowls of strawberry gelato are a nice distraction to cool down the heat you feel around your throat and cheeks, but watching the way that Seokjin’s lips wrap around the metal spoon to gently suck at the ice cream, smoothing down the scoop of pink dessert sitting on it, well, it doesn’t help as much as one would hope.
When you’ve both finished and the boat begins to dock back into the wharf, Seokjin comes to your side, offering you a hand to help you stand. You grasp it, but as you stand, the ferry lurches on the water, and you stumble into his chest. The motion causes him to fall backwards taking you with him as he attempts to protect you on the fall.
As the boat settles, you look up, seeing that you’ve landed side-saddle style on Seokjin’s lap, his legs bent to the side opposite of where yours are. Your hands clutch onto his shoulders still, your faces much closer than you’ve ever found them to be.
“Are you okay?” he asks, arms tightening from where they’re wrapped around your waist.
“Mmhmm,” you nod, the act bringing your lips closer to his with every upward movement.
“You sure, Kicks?” he breathes out even quieter, face inching ever so closer.
“Never better,” you answer, a rush of air caressing his lips, so close you feel the blowback of it, and an urge like never before comes over you to just lean in and taste the strawberry off his lips.
And just as his lips begin to touch yours, a flurry of activity from the ship's stewards pulls you apart as they check on your wellbeing. They help you climb off of Seokjin’s lap, apologizing profusely for the boat’s severe rocking and offering coupons on drinks and food and a free trip to save from receiving a bad review. You let Seokjin negotiate with the workers, focusing solely on your breathing. You do this as you leave, as Seokjin drives you home, and as you stand in the steaming shower attempting to scrub yourself of his touch, of the feelings they elicit from you, and what it might mean.
But there’s nothing that you can do to stop the images that infiltrate your thoughts as you dream of a satin dress falling to the floor, strawberry lips that cover every inch of your skin, and your high-heel-clad feet resting on his shoulders.
Work the next day is weird to say the least, as you expected to be bombarded with Seokjin smirking and strutting around the office, but when you arrive, he’s nowhere to be seen. In order to keep your mind free of all of the newly budding feelings, you throw yourself into your work, following up on the financial reports for the week so far to track the flow of money within the company and see if the different measures you’ve put into place have made a difference in the end-of-fiscal-year outcome and if the company is in the black once more.
The day seems to go by fast, with Seokjin never appearing in the finance department at all, and no encounters with him when you left to grab food with NaBi, Khaity, Khaity’s best friend Leah, and Hana. You expected to see him round the corner and enter your office at least once you were back from lunch, but he doesn’t appear, and instead of feeling relief at avoiding what you feel will be an awkward encounter, you feel nervous and worried about where he’s at.
After spinning aimlessly in your desk chair, having read the same line in the report seven times, you reach for your phone, finger hovering over his name. Would an email be more appropriate? It was working hours and you’ve never really called him outside of work like this before. You decide to call anyway, brain already coming up with a way to write it off as part of the challenge much like he did the whip cream kiss, when he answers.
“Hello?” he answers, a little breathless, and you pause, confused at the sounds you hear in the background. “Kicks?”
You’re about to answer when you hear a feminine voice from the background, asking who Kicks is.
“Give me a moment,” you hear him say, followed by the background sounds fading a bit as he steps away from wherever he’s located. He says your name, but you’re still stuck on what you’ve heard. “Baby girl?” he tries, and it works, breaking you from your green-eyed stupor.
“I’m here,” you respond, voice lowered as you try and navigate the feeling in your chest.
“Is something wrong? You’re worrying me.”
“No, nothing’s wrong, I just haven’t seen you at work today—”
“Oh, I had a dentist appointment this morning, but Namjoon sent me to meet with some fiduciary specialists and can you believe they don’t have elevators in their building? I had to walk four flights of stairs and I was so worried something was wrong and I was going to have to run back down those four flights to get to you—”
Your peals of laughter halt his rambling, and he stays quiet as you taper off into light giggles.
“No, everything is fine, sorry to interrupt your meeting.”
“No, I forgot to put it into the calendar so you would know, I’m sorry if I worried you. This woman who looks old enough to be my grandma is glaring at me though, so let me finish this meeting and then I’ll fill you in on what I learned tomorrow.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow.”
“Yes, ma’am, I’m coming now—okay, babe, be good, bye!”
The phone clicks off and you set it down, utterly confused at the ease with which he called you a pet name; it wasn’t done teasingly, but more like a slip, as if he always referred to you as such and was comfortable with doing so. But even more pressing is the way you feel, no longer anxious at Seojin’s unknown whereabouts, no longer jealous of him being around another woman sounding suspiciously out of breath, and tummy all aflutter at him calling you babe.
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“Friday, fighting!” NaBi calls out as you both head towards the entrance; her weekly Friday morning greeting makes you wave at her.
“I hope you have a great day, NaBi!” you say as you both make your way towards the elevator. You expect to see NaBi press the button to Namjoon’s floor, since she is essentially his personal assistant and secretary, but instead she chooses to go to a different floor, IT.
“Same to you, I’m sure it will be a great Friday. Any more horrid meetings?” she asks, privy to the situation thanks to her role within the company.
“No, thank god. We’re back to our weekly Tuesday meetings, and luckily, since they know Jin and I are working on the finances, they’ve left me alone for most of them.”
“That’s good, I hope Jin isn’t working you to the bone,” NaBi quips, and you have to stop yourself from sharing your latest thoughts and feelings.
“No, no, everything is good there, he’s actually been really attentive and helpful with trying to fix all of the wanton spending, so hopefully there’s no more vile meetings with the crusty old board members.”
As the doors slide open to the IT department, NaBi steps out, a large smile on her face as she looks towards a specific open door.
“When are you going to tell him how you feel?” you ask pointedly, nodding towards a certain muscle bunny’s office before the elevator has a chance to close.
“When you wear sneakers to work!” she laughs out, waving you off.
“Never!”
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The weekend seems to go by quickly because you’re still working remotely on financial reports in your pajamas, so despite the turmoil you feel about everything, it gets set to the back burner. You remember late on Sunday that it’s once again your turn to plan the date for the following day, and so while you may not wear sneakers ever to the office or even tandem bike riding in winter, you will rock the heck out of the blue, red and tan bowling shoes when your competitive side strikes. And after such a romantic, sexually charged date, you want to try and put some space between you and Seokjin once again.
Your pep talk to yourself on the way to work Monday morning consists of you reminding yourself that this isn’t real.
“Seokjin’s unserious, you know he’s not capable of real emotions.” Your face looks back at you from the reflection in the window on the bus. “The date meant nothing. He’s just playing with you because he can. He wants you to let your guard down and forget the true game is afoot.” The man behind you on the bus looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind talking to yourself and you pretend you’re talking to someone on the phone. “You are in this to prove to Seokjin that dating at work is risky because people always find out, and thus win a pair of heels. Nothing more.”
But if what you told yourself this morning is the case, why do you want to sit and watch Seokjin run his fingers through his hair as he combs it out of his face? Why do you want to stare into his coffee-colored eyes as he talks to you about different techniques for bowling? You could care less about bowling skills, but watching the words come from between his pink pillow lips makes it mesmerizing.
“Do you want bumpers?” he asks as he finishes lacing his shoes.
You shoot him a glare before answering, “No, I do not need bumpers, I’m decent at bowling, thank you very much.”
You aren’t lying either, you have pretty good hand eye coordination, but it has been several years since you’ve last gone bowling. You can typically score in the range of seventies to the hundreds, not a gutterball queen like he assumes. You hope to dazzle him with your abilities.
“Okay, I think I’m going to use the 12-pound ball, what size do you need? A 7 or 8-pound?”
“An 8-pound please! I sometimes use a 7 or a 9-pound when I need speed or to slow down for precision, but I’ll start with the 8 for now.” You stand and stretch, missing Seokjin’s eyes rove your figure.
“Got it boss, I’ll deliver you an 8-pounder.” Jin chuckles to himself as he grabs the two large spheres from the rack.
“Why does it sound like you’re planning to give me a newborn?”
“My mother and father would be happy to have a grandchild, now that I think about it,” Seokjin winks as he places the bowling balls into the ball return.
“Kim Seokjin, sometimes I really just want to bang yo—”
“Me against the wall outside in the alleyway? I won’t lie, that would be a good way to get my parents started on a grandchild.”
“Ugh! Please just bowl, it’s your turn.” You sit down and cross your arms, irritated with his quips. He’s the most unserious person you have ever met, and yet he still manages to push the boundaries of unserious levels daily.
Despite this, you are enjoying yourself as date four progresses, with game one ending with you beating Seokjin, and game two causing a tie to declare who is the best at bowling. Game three starts off the same, but halfway through, now pleasantly pliant with several soju shots, you both are giggling a lot more, being playful with trick shots.
“Okay, okay, that was surprisingly accurate,” you laugh as Seokjin rights himself from where he had bent over to throw the bowling ball between his legs. You step up with your bowling ball, poised to be dramatic like you’ve seen people do on TV.
“Always the look of surprise from you, I am actually quite talented at many things, especially when it comes to using my hands.” His eyebrows wiggle suggestively, but with his face flushed red from being upside down and from alcohol, it is more comical than sexy.
The burst of laughter that follows throws you off balance. One second, you are gearing up to do a ‘professional’ throw, left hand bracing the ball you have held in your right, three fingers balancing the weight, but when your hand swings back, he says his lewd saying and instead of releasing the ball when your arm pendulums forward, you keep hold of it. The weight of the ball still attached to your fingers propels you forward and you lose your footing on the overly slick flooring of the lane.
“Oh fuck!” You can’t help the curse escaping your mouth as you try your best to maintain your footing, but your ankle rolls as your body topples onto the resin-coated wood floor. You cry out from the twinge it causes, a shooting pain traveling along the side of your leg.
Seokjin laughs, loud squeaks that resemble windshield wipers that have seen better days, and while you are nearly in tears from the stinging ache, you start to laugh too as you hold your ankle slightly above the ground.
“Jin, stop laughing, it hurts!” you giggle through the tears, and the bouncing from the laughter jostles your ankle and you let out a whimper. He’s next to you instantly, still chuckling as he tries to soothe you.
“I’m sorry, but that was the funniest thing I’ve seen all week,” he wipes away a tear and then touches your leg gingerly. “Does it hurt here?”
You nod. “Yes, it’s similar to shin splints, but on the side.”
“Can you stand?” Seokjin offers his hands to you and you pull yourself up onto one leg, too afraid to put any weight on the hurt ankle. Your bowling ball lay forgotten as you hobble to the nearest seat. “I meant like can you put weight on it, but it appears you can’t…We only had three frames left anyways, let’s call it a night for bowling.” He looks at you with sympathy. “Let me take you to the hospital.”
“No, I promise, it’ll be fine, just some ice and I’ll prop it up on a few pillows.”
Seokjin puts away the bowling balls and cleans up a little while you slowly loosen the laces. You transition one boot back on, and he comes back over to you in time to help gently remove the other bowling shoe off your foot.
“Let me return our shoes and then I’ll help you to the car.”
You stretch as far as you can reach to gather your purse and test the mobility of your ankle, hoping to avoid being carried bridal style out. It still hurts and looks a little swollen, but you’ve done this a few times as an adolescent so you already know how to treat it. Seokjin squats down in front of you, giving you his back so that you can climb on and he can koala-carry you out of the building.
Hesitantly you wrap your arms around his neck, realizing that this position is much worse than if he had chosen the bridal style. Now you know exactly how well he fits between your thighs, how firmly his hands wrap under your thighs. There’s no way to distance yourself from him as you physically have to rely on him to transport you to the car, your breasts pressing into his back.
Surprisingly, Seokjin doesn’t make any jokes as he carts you out, just asks after your pain and comfort levels. Once he’s parked outside of your building, he helps you to your door. You draw the line there though, not letting him come in.
“We have work tomorrow, I’m just going to take some painkillers, take a quick shower, grab some ice and pillows, then sleep. Promise, I won’t do anything strenuous.”
“Fine. On one condition though. I’m picking you up to take you to work the rest of the week until it heals.” Seokjin looks at you with eyes that showcase his finality, and you agree so you can escape him.
“I’ll meet you downstairs at 7:30 sharp,” you acquiesce, “and Seokjin…thank you.”
“Anything for you, I told you, as your boyfriend these two weeks, I’ll be the best boyfriend—as long as you let me.”
Before you can protest, he leans down and kisses your forehead gently, and he disappears from sight before you’ve moved to shut the door.
Seokjin’s POV
Watching as you walk gingerly into the Tuesday morning meeting, Seokjin shakes his head at you remembering your refusal this morning to change into flats or sneakers, so Seokjin only agrees to allow you to continue to work if you sport an ankle wrap under your heeled boot. He stops at Daiso before parking, but because of the time, he lets you out with a promise to put it on once you get to your office.
“Why are you limping so badly? The bandage should be giving you more support than that, is it on correctly?” Seokjin asks as you walk to your seat next to him. He stands to pull out the wheely chair for you, one hand on your back to guide you into the seat and the other holding your hand as you lower yourself to get comfortable.
“I haven’t put it on yet,” you reply, avoiding eye contact. He returns to his chair sending you a searing stare full of judgment.
“Kicks, the longer it takes your ankle to heal, the longer I can’t enjoy seeing you in heels. You know I love how you look in heels.” His hand grazes along the top of your thigh, but you clamp a hand on top of his to stop the movement.
“I knew you had an ulterior motive!”
He chuckles, but it fades away as you seem to take advantage of the situation and thread your fingers through his. He fully expects that after ten seconds you’ll pull away and go back to taking notes on what the CEO says as he talks to the group. Except that you don’t, instead settling into the meeting, holding hands with Seokjin for far longer than necessary, not that he’s complaining.
Once the meeting adjourns, you disappear back to your office faster than Seokjin thought possible with an injured ankle, but he takes advantage of the time to shoot an email to Namjoon and Yoongi before going to gather some items. It’s not long before he appears in your doorway.
“Come with me, and bring your wrap,” he demands, though his tone is not harsh. He can’t be mad at you, not when you’ve provided him with the perfect opportunity.
With a sigh, you hobble over to the door and follow as he leads you around a few corners until you’re alone in one of the many break rooms in the building. This one in particular is similar to the library where the holiday party was held, but smaller, with a conference table in the middle of the sun-filled room.
Seokjin leads you to the table, and preemptively picks you up by your underarms to place you on the table before you can resist. He makes sure to be gentle as he lifts your leg to the table, undoing your boot so he can check your ankle out. You’re wearing loose slacks today, which makes it easier for him to access your sprain. Delicately, he smoothes the pant leg up your leg, his hand warming as it skates across your skin.
He swears he hears an intake of breath from the touch, a reflection of the sparks he’s feeling, but instead of calling attention to it, afraid of scaring you off, he reaches behind you, retrieving the bag of ice wrapped in paper towels. Settling onto the tabletop, he puts your foot in his lap.
“This might be a little cool, but we need to treat the swelling.”
The moment feels oddly intimate, and it’s Seokjin’s turn now to duck his head and avoid eye contact. He adjusts the ice pack onto your ankle, one hand cupping your heel as the other keeps the pack in place on top of your foot. Your foot struggles a little at the frosty feeling, and Seokjin has to maintain his breathing as you unknowingly wiggle atop his crotch.
“Sorry,” you mumble, settling your hands behind you on the table as you get comfortable.
“It’s expected,” he returns, and the smile you give him only adds to the hope blossoming in his chest.
The next twenty minutes are spent talking about everything and nothing, and the last ten he spends tickling the bottom of your foot as he helps slide the bandage onto your ankle, all so he can hear your laugh and have your hands on him as you try to get him to leave your foot alone.
“I don’t want to kick you in the face, but if you touch the bottom of my foot again, I can’t say I—Jin!” you squeal, wriggling backwards in an attempt to escape, but he just follows you, his body covering yours as you lean back breathlessly on the table.
“Yes?” His smile is teasing as his arm extends to protect the back of your head as he presses closer to you.
“Please, I can’t take it! I’m too ticklish!”
“But that’s exactly why I can’t stop, Kicks. You’re too cute when you’re flustered, under me like this.”
He sees the exact moment that you notice the precarious position he’s put you in, with Seokjin leaning between your knees, chest to chest as he cradles your head. He didn’t know that he would love the feel of your body under him this much, almost as much as when you were on his lap on the boat. He can smell one of the fragrances you carry, whether it be your shampoo, a perfume, or just a natural scent, he already knows if he can’t make this thing with you real, he’s going to miss it.
“Jin,” he watches you bring your hands to his chest, expecting you to push him away, but to his surprise—and probably your own he suspects—you don’t. He stares at you, drinking in all of the things he’s grown to love about your features over time: the way your eyebrows furrow in thought, lips slightly parted as breaths escape them, and gorgeous eyes wide in wonder as you look back at him.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
This close up, he watches as your face changes slightly, lips closing to a shy smile, cheek more prominent and your eyes glittering at the compliment. If you plan to ask him later about the kiss, he’ll tell you it was him if it keeps you from getting scared off, but he sees you move first, clear as day in the reflecting sun. You lift your head out of his hand where it’s cradled, pressing your lips to his and he lets out a tiny groan to rival the throaty moan you release as his tongue seeks entry into your mouth.
He’s both happy and sad at the position he has you in, because while it allows him to be here like this, kissing you, it also doesn’t allow for much more and is becoming quite uncomfortable as he attempts to keep his weight from crushing you. His tongue plays with yours for a few more moments before he tapers off, slowing the progression of the kiss to playful pecks.
Once Seokjin is satisfied that you are giggly and pliant, he clambers off of you, reaching both hands out to help pull you back into a seated position on the table.
“So,” he starts, wanting to test and see how he’s doing in terms of winning you over, “am I the best short-term boyfriend you’ve ever had?” He doesn’t notice the way your eyes dim slightly hearing the phrase ‘short-term’, as he’s busying himself with adjusting the ankle bandage before helping you put back on your boot.
Jin is excited to hear you softly reply, “Yes, Jin, you are.”
If he’s a little more aware, maybe he’d be able to pick up on more than just your words, and realize a lot more about how you’re feeling concerning the situation you both are in.
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Reader POV
It’s killing you to not be able to talk to your work friends about what’s going on. Seeing as you missed out on lunch yesterday due to your shenanigans with Seokjin, the girls ask a few questions.
“I got our favorite shrimp tempura sushi to split with you, but I ended up eating it all myself,” Leah pouts at you as you join them today.
A lie easily rolls off your tongue. “Oh, last minute reports were emailed to me, with the deadline coming up thanks to the holidays, they’re running them daily now to look for any sign up upward movement on the graphs.”
They buy it, easily shutting down any romance rumors they could have generated. You realize that you could have told some of the truth, that Seokjin was babying you because you sprained your ankle, and maybe help you win the shoes that started this insanity. Instead, with that little fib, it appears you’ve worked against your best interest, planting no seeds to make the others think something’s going on romantically between you and Seokjin.
You’ve been so busy with work and secretly dating, you forgot that your girls would be the best chance you have to prove that you are right and Seokjin is wrong.
Seriously, I could have told most of the truth, and that would have been enough to have the girls ask why Seokjin was taking care of me. I would deny anything they accused, because I can’t break my own rules, but planting that seed would allow them to at least wonder. They might then, as women do, embark on a hunt for the truth. Then when it came time at the party to ask if anyone had found out, they would be the ones to stand up and say yes! But I’m a little too good at this, you say, forehead wrinkled in disdain at yourself, exactly what Seokjin must be banking on to win this thing.
“Stop frowning, you’ll get wrinkles and then you’ll be single forever!” Hana jokes, and you laugh listlessly.
Maybe it’s time you call someone you can talk to about everything going on.
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“Grandma, you don’t understand, he’s unserious on his best days, insufferable on his worst, and…” you pause, adjusting your leg where you have it propped up on a small chair you stole from an empty office. You plan to leave in a few minutes so you can go home and get ready for your date with Seokjin, but wanted to rest your ankle briefly before walking to the bus stop. It doesn’t hurt as much now, but you want to make sure it heals up well to avoid any weakening later.
She hums knowingly in your ear. “Let me guess, he’s handsome, rich, and doesn’t appreciate his status in life.”
“Yes! Exactly, he lives with an all play and no work attitude—”
“And you want him to be your boyfriend,” she tacks on, effectively shutting you down.
“Grandma!”
“What? You called me for some real talk, right?”
You whine, and she laughs, her musical giggle making you miss her.
“Sweetie, listen. I’ve known you your whole life, so I know you pretty well. You like things that are orderly and neat, that fit well into your life. But that’s not much of a fun life. And it’s not what we hoped for you when we sent you off to Seoul.” You hear her sigh, and remain quiet, knowing she’s about to impart something that will stay with you. “It sounds like this Jin guy is exactly the kind of man you need in your life. He’s realized one of the best things about life that most of us don’t realize until it’s too late: Life is not so serious that we need to live a life with regrets. Yes, he has moments where maybe he should behave with a little more…sincerity, but overall, it sounds like you do that enough between the two of you.”
You nod, biting your lip as you take in her words. “Maybe.”
“You’ve been working so hard on your schooling and then your career, and you’ve made it so far! Overcome every academic and career goal thrown at you. But that’s only part of who you are. I think it’s nice that this young man is so attuned to you, that he’s challenging you in areas like love and life.”
“Who said anything about love? We’ve only been seeing each other for a week and a half!”
“No one said you were in love, sweetie, but your defensiveness means you like him a little more than you thought.”
You tuck your phone between your ear and your shoulder, logging into your desktop so you can check some emails while you chat. Multi-tasking always helps you when you need to open up—focusing on a menial task helps cover that feeling in your chest when you discuss said feelings.
“I mean, if I’m honest with myself, yes. He’s surprised me in ways I wasn’t expecting. And I know that two people can kiss when dating, but, I don’t know…is he kissing me because he’s taking advantage of whatever this is, or is he kissing me because he likes me and wants it to be more? I’m confused about what happens next, you know?”
“My smart girl, have you thought about asking him?”
“I can’t just ask him! He’s my boss!” You wish she understood that times are not the same as when she was young.
“Yes, your boss who you are already dating!”
“But not for real! Not after Saturday!”
“What’s happening Saturday?” she questions, and you stall, not wanting to hear what she’s going to say when you tell her the full truth.
“Well, we’ve been going on dates because…we made a bet. To see if workplace romances can be kept secret or not. It started last week and we have set rules so neither of us cheats, and this Saturday is the CEO’s holiday party, which Jin invited me to as his date, and we will see if any of our work friends noticed we were dating or not.”
She laughs heartily, and you hate that she seems so wise about this when you feel so clueless.
“Oh, I needed that laugh. You’re telling me that your boss—a hot, rich executive—made a bet with you to see if workplace romances can work, he’s kissed you a few times and takes you out on dates, drives you to work now that you’ve sprained your ankle, asked you to be his date to another exec’s party, and you’re still confused about where the two of you stand?”
Hearing her put it into this perspective bolsters your confidence a bit. It isn’t like you haven’t already thought about this same formula, but your grandma is missing one term from this equation, and it's your feelings. Your feelings are clouding your ability to act on this information. You tell her just as much.
“I’m just scared. I think that the risk of rejection is overpowering everything for me right now.”
“I know that risk is scary, you think I wasn’t scared when you moved away to attend school? But the reward? Seeing you excel in your career has been so lovely to witness. I’m so proud of you. I just want you to have someone to take care of you when I’m not here anymore.”
You want to fight her on this, but you don’t want to discount her emotions. “I know, and while I’d be fine having you take care of me forever, I think it would only be fair to let you pass the heavy lifting onto someone else.”
“And by the sounds of it, Jin has a nice set of shoulders for that.”
You’re about to answer her when a knock at your door startles you.
“Hold on, Grandma,” you say before raising your voice. “Come in!”
The topic of conversation steps into your office, shutting the door behind him. “Hey, I’m so sorry to do this, but we have to push our date tonight to tomorrow.”
“Oh? Is everything okay?” you question, taking in the way his face is pinched, grumpy.
“Yeah, I mean, no one’s dying or anything, but my dad just sent me an email, summoning me to meet with him about a potential investor.”
“Wouldn’t this typically be Soobin’s job?” you point out. Choi Soobin, the investor relations director for JinHit, typically would meet to discuss potential investors first before looping Seokjin in as CEO.
“Yes, but you know my father…”
“I’m sorry, bab—um, b-but, it’s okay, we can move it to Thursday.” You stumble over the words, trying to cover up the slip of tongue.
“You’re amazing, you know that? I’m so sorry to do this.”
“No, I get it. You want to prove to your father you got this, and rightfully so. You’ve done amazing helping me with everything, even though you have so much on your plate already.”
“You know good and well that you, Soobin, and the others take on a lot of the responsibilities, I just oversee it. It’s been nice to actually get my hands dirty with work, use my degree.” Seokjin’s phone chimes. After a roll of his eyes, he apologizes again. “Duty calls. I’ll see you tomorrow, babe.” With that last remark and a wink, he leaves your office. You can hear laughter coming from your phone, forgotten in your hand. Bringing your grandma back to your ear, you speak before she can.
“Don’t even start, Grandma. I already know what you’re going to say.” You click on the email invite that Seokjin sent you about the holiday party at Namjoon’s, eyes re-reading the info. “So just help me think of a good present to get him for the party Saturday.”
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Seokjin’s POV
Seokjin can’t help but to grin as he walks back to his office. You almost slipped up and called him babe. Or baby. Either way, he feels like he’s on cloud nine, and tomorrow will be the perfect moment to tell you just how he feels. He hates that he showed up less than a half hour before you get off to cancel, but he would rather give you the respect of doing it in person than over text.
He scans the subject of the email he received while in your office, seeing it’s a reply to the email he sent yesterday, from Namjoon. Hustling back to his CFO office, he logs in and clicks through the various apps until the email pops up.
Seokjin,
Thank you for keeping me up to date with the financial reports, the numbers seem to be trending back up thanks to the mitigating efforts you and your department have done. Make sure to tell your better half thank you, since I know it was really all her. Also, your signature is a little…informal for work…I would love to know who is on the receiving end of the “Your Handsome Lover, Jin-Oppa” so I can congratulate her for tying you down. I would say bring her to the party, but I know you are already planning to bring YN, and it would be rude to swap them out last minute.
Kim Namjoon, MA, BSBA
CEO of JinHit Conglomerate
“Ah fuck.” Jin smacks his head, realizing his mistake. This is exactly the kind of fuck up you said couples dating at work would make, but luckily, his best friend is clueless to the fact that the same person Seokjin plans to bring to the party is the same person who will hopefully end up taking him off the market. Will this lead Seokjin to lose on Saturday? He doesn’t care about losing the bet and having to buy the shoes—he can afford to buy you the same shoes every day for the rest of your life.
No, what Seokjin is most worried about is that if he loses on Saturday, it will be the data that you need, the proof that will make you decide that you can’t be with Seokjin after this is all said and done. And he can’t have that.
He begins typing out a reply, mostly to say that he agrees with Namjoon, that his email was informal and he was sorry for not paying attention, oh and of course he would make sure to introduce Namjoon to the woman one day, hopefully soon, and that yes, it would be quite rude to swap out dates last minute.
It’s an hour later after he’s finished typing out this reply that he leaves work to cross town to meet with his father. Seokjin’s feeling a little sour about the fact that he had to cancel his plans with you and meet with his dad, especially since it’s not his job to do this part of the investment process, but thanks to Do Not Disturb while driving, he misses the message his father sends.
Jin (5:15 PM): I’m leaving work now, I should be there in time for the meeting at 6:30.
아버지 (Father) (5:45 PM): The investors can’t make it today, which is lucky since you aren’t taking rush hour traffic into account. I will let you know when it has been rescheduled, and I will make sure you will be on time.
Jin (6:28 PM): [Request Pay from Kim Namjung ₩25,000 for gas]
Reader POV
By Thursday, your ankle is finally feeling back to normal but you don’t want to push it too much, so you put on your lowest heels. You figure this would be perfect with your cinch-waisted dress, held shut by the buttons running down the middle. Despite the chill as you head downstairs to wait for Seokjin, you are glad with your choice thanks to the appreciative look Seokjin gives your figure. His right hand rests along your thigh as he drives you to work, talking about the date he’s planned for the two of you tonight.
“I know it’s a little chilly out, so I figured we could go check out Seoul Sky tonight, and then eat afterwards. What do you think?”
“Wow, how am I supposed to top that? I’ve never been to the observatory, but it sounds amazing.”
“What kind of food do you want to eat? You seem to like most foods, based on what you eat for lunch, but what’s your favorite?”
You ponder his question for a bit, eyes roving around the car as you gather your thoughts. “Mmm…I guess my favorite is home cooking. I miss my grandma’s meals the most since I’ve been here.”
“Ahhh, home cooking always hits the spot. I used to cook a lot when I was younger. My father was always busy with work and my brother and I were left alone a lot. My mom scolded us once for bothering the staff too much for specific meals, so we decided to learn from them how to make the meals we enjoyed. In college, I would cook a lot for the fraternity and it became a hobby of mine. My brother actually is the head of Food Science for JinHit. He handles the cafeteria, catering for entertainment, as well as Nutrition for the idols employed.”
“Really? I’ve met him a few times to discuss finances for catering services and resources for nutrition programs! He’s really cool.”
“Don’t tell me my girlfriend secretly loves my brother and I have to duel him to the death for you.”
You burst into laughter, giggly peals filling the car as Seokjin just glances at you then looks back at the road. “No! He’s just cool and he feeds us, which is super important.”
“Okay,” Seokjin says as he pulls into his designated CFO parking spot, “so the way to your heart is through shoes and food, got it.”
You climb out of the car before he can come around and open the door for you. “And don’t you forget it,” you tease, walking away from him.
Your day goes well to start, with not too many taxing assignments with the weekend fast approaching. Tomorrow is the last day at work before the office is closed for a three day weekend. Christmas falls on Monday, and despite half of the company not celebrating religiously, it is a public holiday and enjoyed as a day off by all. With the work day coming to a close, you hear when the arrival of good news enters everyone’s inbox.
“Did you see?” Soobin sticks his head into your propped open doorway, a large smile covering his face from cheek to cheek.
“Not yet, but it sounds like it’s worth celebrating!”
“It is!” His happiness is contagious. “Our gracious CEO gave us off until the 2nd of January! Since it would be a short work week anyways, he wanted everyone to be able to enjoy the holiday with family, whether they live in Seoul or Busan.”
“That’s amazing!”
“I’m off to find Yeonjun in IT, we might catch the train home together.” Soobin ducks his fluffy head out of the entryway and disappears down the hall with a loud whoop! as others continue their cheering. You smile softly to yourself as you check the email; your last minute idea to have the office closed for the holiday would save the company more than it would lose during this time. The company would be able to save on day-to-day expenditures of running a company, work that typically does not happen because of the distraction of the holiday will continue to not be done, therefore the tradeoff between having the building open for work but no work getting done would balance out, and employee morale will be greater upon returning and resuming work in the new year.
It was an idea you had thanks to your talk with your grandma. When you pointed out that Seokjin was all play no work, and unserious, she had mentioned that you needed some of that in your life. Why wouldn’t the rest of the workers in a large conglomerate also need that? You knew you weren’t the only person with a Type A personality in this building, who worked too hard and barely rewarded themselves with a vacation or fun. So a little forced vacation will do wonders all around, without a loss in sight.
Stretching your arms above your head, you finish the last of your auditing and save your report before locking your computer. You’re excited to experience Seoul Sky tonight, and not just because it is your first time experiencing it, but because who you will be with is worth the trip to such crazy heights.
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Seokjin’s POV
“It’s incredible!” The view you are witnessing truly is, Seokjin can’t lie. It looks as if the city goes on forever, and the fiery rays cascade along the horizon in a beautiful show of combusting fragments of stardust.
“We made it just in time, and we will get to see the night sky too before we eat,” he says. “Let’s step a little closer, you’re missing some of the view.” He ushers you to step onto the glass floor, your low heels clicking weirdly on the thick glass.
“Oh, Seokjin, it’s exhilarating!”
“From here, you can see JinHit, it’s right there,” Seokjin leans into you, holding you tightly as if you might fall from so high up. He aligns your body so you have a better chance of seeing what he’s pointing to.
“I see it! I bet it’s gorgeous at night.”
“Mmm, yes, but maybe we should shut off the power to save money...”
You laugh at his joke, and he feels his heart flutter a little. You’ve changed towards him, and the view offers more than just all of the sights of Seoul—so many opportunities lay at the tip of his finger, still pointing at JinHit—the first one being you.
“Can you imagine how the air must be from up this high?”
He can’t bear to make a negative joke about the air quality in Seoul as he sees the way your irises seemingly reflect the setting sun, a small milky way of glittering solar systems he could get lost in.
“Yes, Kicks, I think it’s rather breathtaking...like you.”
You turn away from the sunset and he sees you catch his gaze trained in your direction, and it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time. The view of Seoul at sunset from almost 1,821 feet disappears around you. You’re the only thing he can see, and he only hopes that you feel the same, or at least you are starting to feel the same about him as he does for you.
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“When you told me about how you can cook, I didn’t know you meant that you would be cooking for me!” Sitting at the large island in Seokjin’s lofted penthouse apartment, you watch as he moves sveltely between the sink and the island stovetop, pans heated as he adds the ingredients he chopped and minced with you.
“Ah, well I wanted it to be a surprise.” He looks great in his slacks, button-down sleeves rolled up with an apron around his neck and waist so he doesn’t stain the baby blue fabric. It is quite the surprise, and you tell him so.
“Homemade Japchae sounds amazing right now, are you sure there isn’t anything else I can do to help?”
“No, Kicks, you already prepped the vegetables and now it’s just time for you to relax and enjoy. Look around if you want.” Seokjin sets aside the stir fried vegetables as he adds the protein option to the pan, seasoning and cooking it until browned. You decide to give yourself a small tour, not venturing too far or into any closed doors. The penthouse is modern, with a lot of black furniture, grey accent pieces, and white walls. The glass walls are two stories, spanning the height of the lofted area as well, situated above the kitchen. You take a few steps up the stairs until you can see through the clear banister into what appears to be Seokjin’s bedroom, before returning to your seat. You’re much more comfortable there than exploring dangerous areas alone.
The two of you continue to talk about your lives outside of work as he cooks; you share more about your family and where you lived before Seoul, and him about his fraternity days and hobbies. Once the glass noodles were cooked in the Japchae sauce, and the protein and vegetables re-added, you move to sit comfortably on his couch, eating as you watch a popular K Drama on his large flatscreen.
“I really enjoyed tonight, Jin.” You can’t describe in words how you feel, you just know you haven’t felt feelings like this towards Seokjin of this caliber before. Something has changed, but you don’t know whether it’s you or Seokjin, or both. He places his plate into the sink where you stand, washing dishes, then leans against the counter to watch you. “Since you did all of the heavy lifting, I’ll clean up.”
“You didn’t have to, you know. This is still a date.”
“Yes, but even in relationships, people go on dates and I’m sure that they still take turns with household chores and stuff.”
He hums in agreement, then disappears out of the kitchen. You finish washing, lay the dishes on the rack with the pans, and then turn around to make your way back to the living room. You find Seokjin lighting the last of the candles he’s placed around the room, a tray and two flutes of champagne on the low glass table near the dark colored couch.
“What’s all this?” you ask, voice low in astonishment and something else. The room is dim, but the candles provide enough light to see and the ambiance is much more romantic than anything you’ve previously shared with Seokjin.
You watch as Seokjin’s features flit through different emotions before answering you, and before you can question him more about it. “I, well a proper date should be more than just a home-cooked meal. I also have dessert for us, and wanted to celebrate a bit, too.”
“Celebrate?”
“Yes,” he pats the couch next to where he’s sat. “I saw the preliminary reports. I think we’re gonna clear it this fiscal year. All thanks to you.”
You cross the rest of the distance to sit next to him, still feeling timid in his home. You take the flute of bubbly gold with a shy smile, still not used to this treatment and praise.
“You worked hard too, Seokjin. We did it together.” Clinking your glasses together, the two of you down the Dom Perignon. As Seokjin sets down his glass, he reaches for one of the chocolate-covered strawberries set atop the tray.
“Try this, these are grown on my uncle's farm,” he shares, scooting closer to you on the couch so he can feed you the strawberry. You lean in, mouth watering at the aroma of the chocolate coating the fruit. With the first bite, an explosion of flavor erupts in your mouth, and you moan a little at how succulent it is. A trickle of the red juice rolls from the corner of your lip. Too busy savoring the flavor, Seokjin slowly swipes up your chin to gather the strawberry juice, bringing it to his lips to suck the flavor off.
You watch as his tongue pushes through the part in his lips, the tip rolling backwards across his bottom lip as he brings his teeth to bite the plump, pink skin. The look in his eyes matches the candle flames and you’re positive yours reflect the same. Placing your hand onto his shoulder, you guide him back onto the couch so he can sit properly as you swing your leg over his thighs. Planted on his lap, it’s nothing to lean in, your mouth seeking him in a slow kiss, wet sounds filling the quiet as you press yourself into him harder, hips grinding down onto the tent pressing into your core.
“Fuck,” Seokjin hisses when your mouth moves to his neck, biting gently to avoid leaving marks in visible spots. His hands grasp your ass, pulling you into him with a rocking rhythm with more force. His lips search to bring yours back to his, hands pulling at your dress. Once his hands breach the hem, you feel the warmth of his skin on your thighs, fingertips trailing up to the waistband of your panties.
He pulls back from the kiss, forehead resting against yours as you both try and catch your breath. “Do you want this?” he asks, fingers tugging gently at the lace.
“Yes,” you breathe out, not waiting for more words as you kiss him again, raising your hips to allow him to pull your panties down your thighs. You raise each knee off the couch, helping him until your bare skin meets his slacks. His fingers dip to your center, and you’re pleased at the sound he makes when he feels just how wet you are. You stay up on your knees as he explores, the subtle teasing around your clit only heightening the feeling you crave.
When he presses two fingers into you, you keen, face pressing into his neck as his fingers scissor and glide, thumb pressing into your clit with each plunge. You rock your hips, seeking more friction and he gives in, using his palm as he sinks deeper inside of you, allowing you to take control of your pleasure.
“You feel so tight, but you’re so wet,” he marvels after a particularly hard shudder, and you sit back, knees weak as he pulls his fingers free.
“Want you to feel me properly,” you pout as his tongue licks up the side of his finger before he sucks them both into his mouth. You clench around nothing, the action making you want him more. You finger the buttons on your dress, popping each open in secession. It’s your turn to reach for the waistband of his pants, eyes on his as you seek his consent. “Do you want this?”
“More than you know, baby.” You smile to yourself as you focus on the button and zipper on his slacks until his hands join yours to grip the edge of both his briefs and pants until he has them past his knees, hardened cock bouncy as it awaits you to take your rightful seat upon it. You gasp as your eyes take in the size of it being bigger than you expected; it explains the cockiness he exhibits in his day to day.
Spitting into your hand, you grip his member, thumb trailing down the pearlescent stickiness from the head. He breathes out a huff, the steely silk growing more solid with each stroke.
“Don’t tease me, Kicks, I’ve waited a long time for this.”
Once again you rise onto your knees, inching closer to him with hands on his broad shoulders for balance. You can feel Seokjin lining up the head to your core, running it across your pussy several times to coat it with your essence. Dropping onto his thick length, he fills you to the point of stretching you out, toes curling from the press into your most sensitive parts. You don’t wait, enjoying the way that the stretch burns as it turns to pleasure, and you let loose in a way you haven’t before.
It’s frenetic, the way each of your hands travel along each other's bodies, lips seeking and sucking into each other's skin, opening clothing for more points of contact, to bring you closer to each other than you’ve ever been. It doesn’t take long, riding him as you are, for the coil to build and snap inside you, crying out as you throw your head back.
“That’s it, baby, let me feel you,” Seokjin coaches you through your climax, holding you as you shake in his arms. You mewl as he shifts, thighs lifting you both as he stands, cock still sheathed inside of you. He steps out of his discarded clothing and walks you to the stairs that lead to his loft. He’s impatient, pausing every few steps to press you into the wall and fuck himself up into you until he makes it to the landing of his bedroom.
Getting you to the bed, he places you on your back at the edge, hands trailing up along your legs until he grips your ankles. Bringing them together in front of him, he rests your calves onto his shoulder before slow-grinding himself into you, your swollen lips suctioning him deeper as they mold to fit around him.
“Jin, fuck, you feel so good,” your voice a high pitch as you squirm.
“Yeah, baby?” He’s breathless, hips picking up speed as you clench around him, the lewd sounds of your pussy squelching show just how good he feels. He spreads your legs then, picking you up and placing you farther on the bed so he can join you, this time sans shirts.
With a grunt, he pushes deep as his hands reach around and skillfully unhooks your bra. He slows his hip rolls as his lips toy with a freed nipple, tongue laving until it’s pert and he moves to the other to give the same treatment. He takes a hand, trailing it down the center of your body. His thumb presses into your clit, and he speeds up, pleading, “Cum with me, you can give me another one.”
You give him what he wants, his voice raspy with restraint is the thing that topples you over the edge, and his restraint is let go moments later when you squeeze him impossibly tight. The deep sounds that he lets out are loud, curses mingled with your name, not your nickname, but your real name, tumble from his lips as he releases into you, short pumps of his cock until he’s empty. He collapses his weight onto you, but it’s comforting, not crushing. You feel his arms wrap around you as he rolls onto his back, pulling you with him to cuddle your body into his chest.
“I’ll clean us up in a minute, wanna enjoy this feeling.”
Seokjin closes his eyes, but you agree with him, you don’t want to move just yet, because the pleasure coursing through your veins feels like nothing you’ve ever felt before, and not just because of the sex—you’ve done that a few times. It’s because of the man whose arms you're in, but his light snores let you know it's too late in the night to tell him.
You wake long before your alarm, but less sticky than when you fell asleep, Seokjin keeping to his word. You feel his arm strewn over your middle, so you turn and take in his slumber-filled face. His hair flops onto the pillow, lips puckered slightly as quiet breaths escape him. Smiling at how peaceful he looks, you don’t want to leave just yet, not when the bed is so warm, and even in his sleep he wants to keep you close, but you have no clothes for work. You silently climb out of his bed, going to the bathroom to freshen up before getting dressed. You call for a KakaoTaxi, and once it arrives, you kiss Seokjin on the forehead before leaving.
Once at home, you take the time to shower and get dressed for work, thinking about what you can do for the last date tonight. You know you want it to be special, because after the amazing night spent in Seokjin’s arms, him between your legs and splitting your walls…you’ve come to realize something significant. You like him. You like Kim Seokjin and you don’t want to stop being with him once tomorrow comes.
Deciding to take a leap of faith, you channel your grandma’s advice and decide that tonight at dinner, you will confess your feelings to him. You’re pretty sure that he feels the same way, based on his words and actions last night when you both showed each other a whole new side. You send a text to Seokjin saying he doesn’t need to pick you up, that you’re heading to work early and you’ll see him later.
He sends a quick reply of Be safe, beautiful. Can’t wait. Which is more than you expected from him so early in the morning but makes you feel giddy, solidifying your assumption of how he feels about you.
Once in your office, you utilize the extra time to search for a place to take Seokjin that’s worthy of hopefully becoming the place where you and he can become a ‘we’, but out of the limited places you contact, there’s no reservations available. You don’t have the sway to pull strings the way Seokjin could, but asking him or your coworkers for help would break one of the rules of your agreement.
The sun shifts across your office, giving way to midday as you work with good old-fashioned paper, pen, and highlighters, but you haven’t seen him or his broad shoulders that you’re sure you left some marks on last night. Rolling your computer chair back from the desk, you lean back precariously as you take a much-needed deep stretch and vacate your seat. It’s a quick trip from the 48th to the 50th floor; you figure if Seokjin isn’t in his office near yours, he must be working in his C-Suite office upstairs. Unfortunately, when you peek your head into the room, the vast dark-oak desk is empty, his large Samsung monitor turned off when you venture farther in.
With a sigh, you leave the office, nearly walking headfirst into Kim Namjoon.
“Looking for Jin-hyung?” his low baritone questions. “He's at a meeting with his dad to discuss some financial stuff, he’s been emailing me all day asking to be rescued.”
“Oh, I wonder if he emailed me too. I’ve been reviewing printed reports all morning.”
“I made the mistake of answering him thinking he needed work-related info—nope! He just wanted to tell me about how he’s been craving the truffle pasta at Flavors.”
You laugh at this, unable to hold back the smile as you imagine how bored Seokjin must be to be emailing about food. You thank Namjoon and head back to your office, an idea of where to go now planted in your mind.
Everything is falling into place for tonight, and you send Seokjin an email before you leave at 5 PM, detailing the plan for your reservation at Flavors tonight at 7 PM. His response is full of excitement, shocked that you read his mind about his craving (thank you, Namjoon!), and that he’ll meet you there and you better not be late.
Closing down your computer for the long holiday weekend per IT’s email, you gather your belongings and head home to get ready.
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Seokjin’s POV
Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Seokjin tries to hide his grin from his father.
“What are you smiling about?”
Seokjin takes a breath to keep from rolling his eyes and relaxes his face into a look of innocence. “Nothing,” he shrugs, mentally doing the math as he clambers into the car his father has chauffeuring them around. “Are we headed back to the office now? I have a few things I need to do tonight for Namjoon’s party tomorrow.” And a hot date waiting for me, he thinks.
“Not just yet, actually. I have one last meeting for us at Paradise City.”
Seokjin groans. “Father, it’s a holiday weekend, there’s nothing more we need to do today that we can’t do after Christmas weekend.”
“It won’t be long, Seokjin, we’re around the corner already. I swear your work ethic is piss-poor, sometimes I regret naming you my successor.”
It might not be a long trip from the hotel they just finished meeting at to Paradise City, but they were already over an hour away from where he should be meeting you in less than two. Irritated, Seokjin quietly tries to do the math for how long this meeting can be before he has to be on his way to you, but knowing his father, he worries about making it to you on time.
As the car pulls to the front of the main entrance, Seokjin decides to message you, just a warning that he will be late due to his father’s overbearing and controlling tendencies. He exits the car first, standing to the side to type a quick message as his father follows him onto the pavement.
“Put your phone away.”
When Seokjin ignores his demand, his father snatches his phone from his hands, pocketing the small device.
“Really, Father, you are being insufferable right now.”
“And you, son, are being rude.” Seokjin’s dad leaves him to head into the bustling hotel and casino, and with his phone held hostage, he has no choice but to follow him inside.
Once seated next to the thief at a four-top, Seokjin begs for his phone, but his father ignores him as he smiles at someone behind Seokjin’s head.
“Lee Jaeyong-ssi!”
“Kim Namjung-ssi!” The man bows to the elder Kim before sitting in the seat next to Seokjin. Seokjin gapes in horror at his dad as he realizes what his father has roped him into when the 19-year-old daughter of the country’s largest GDP contributor walks around the table to sit across from Seokjin.
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Reader POV
You’re prompt, body electrified as you give your name for the reservation and are led to a quaint, black-marbled table. The only downfall to the seating arrangement of the restaurant is that larger group tables line the walls with comfortable grey booth seating, while the tables for couples fill the middle walkway. Smoothing the little black dress with baby doll straps, you sit in the chair pulled out for you.
You take in the romantically lit room as the Maître d' pours you a glass of red wine, leaving the expensive bottle in a wine chiller on a small stand next to the table. Checking your phone, there’s no reply message from Seokjin of his estimated arrival time, but you don’t worry too much, thinking he’s probably parking his car or nearby enough. It’s only minutes past the hour, so you shirk off the cropped, fur-lined jacket from your shoulders and drape it over the back of your chair.
It’s fitting that the table is in the middle of the room, out in the open as if a reflection of where you want to take this relationship with Seokjin. You think you’re finally ready to admit to him what you realized last night and this morning.
7:17 PM. The Maître d' returns to ask if you would like to order. You tell him that you are still waiting for the other person to arrive, and give a little white lie that he’s just running late.
“What is the name of the other half of your party? I will make sure to bring him promptly when he arrives.”
“Oh, it’s Kim Seokjin,” you reply shyly. His eyes widen minutely at your unintentional name drop, and that coupled with murmurs from the guests seated nearby, leaves you feeling a heat rising up your neck. He excuses himself, saying he will be back to check on you once your date arrives.
7:47 PM. The looks of pity start to trickle into your view as you turn your head to look towards the door for the millionth time. The Maître d' has walked past to escort other patrons to tables, but he avoids coming over to you—you guess it’s because he doesn’t want to draw attention to the fact that you’re still alone, and he said he would be back only once Seokjin arrived. You appreciate his tactfulness, but you worry as you check your phone again for a message.
8:17 PM. Your phone is held to your face, dial tone ringing in your ear but you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve called him. All of your text messages have gone unread, and inside you simmer with feelings of shame and embarrassment. Your phone (along with others in the vicinity) chimed with a notification from the WeVerse App, reporting a major headline.
JinHit CFO Kim Seokjin Spotted with 19-year-old Samsung Heiress—And Their Fathers!
And in smaller font underneath: Marriage meeting? Should we expect wedding bells and a massive business union? The read more teases photos catching the quartet out at Paradise City.
A fool, you think, realizing Seokjin must’ve never planned to come. Paradise City is almost an hour and half by car at this time of night. I am a fool for even entertaining the thought of giving my heart to this man!
Standing from the chair, you don’t bother hiding your emotions on your face as you grab your jacket and toss the cloth napkin onto the table before fleeing to the front to hail a taxi, waiting in the cold as unique snowflakes begin to fall from the sky with fluttery movements, before melting away a few moments after making contact with earthly items.
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At home, you sit on the edge of your couch unclasping the delicate buckle on your Manolo Blahniks. Tonight’s fucked with your mind more than Seokjin has the entire time this deal was in place. What started as a way to win—a way to prove you were smarter than Seokjin, better at mitigating for the company, gain a pair of expensive shoes—is turning into a stock market crash of the worst proportions.
Your grandma’s words float through your head and in this moment, you’re hit with a sudden clarity that this was never about a pair of expensive shoes. It was about letting yourself take a chance to live a little and be happy for once—hopeful that happiness with another person was within your reach—the heel you clutch in your hand, having slipped it off of your foot, sails through the air, hitting the off-white wall of your apartment.
You wake, puffy-eyed and unexcited, thinking about how things will be weird tonight for the party at Namjoon’s place, because not only have you slept with Jin, he’s also shattered your heart into a million pieces. It’s not the first time the thought crosses your mind that he might have known he was going to be set up with a child (no offense to 19-year-olds, the age gap is ridiculous no matter how rich your daddy is) and chose to spend his last weeks of freedom stringing you along, choosing to finally sleep with you right before he was off the market.
You fell asleep easily, but your phone ringing repeatedly woke you up close to midnight. The screen was blinding, but you could see who was calling you and you decidedly ignored the call, silencing your phone. You were then unable to return to sleep until hints of sunlight peeked through the curtains, and the consequences of that are now reflecting in your mirror.
This is just Jin being Jin, your mind says, when has he ever been serious about anything? He’s just flirty, and wanted to get his rocks off before robbing the cradle in sickness or in health. This is nothing new and he was just having fun with you. Going through the motions of your skincare routine, the feelings of disappointment and hurt are there, lingering in your chest with each breath, but you’ve decided to be tough. Your brain doing what it does best, trying to rationalize everything that isn’t a fact, blaming the way your emotions temporarily made you dumb.
‘I should’ve known’ repeats like a mantra in your head no matter how you try to drown it out with music from your phone. You’ve always had an uncanny ability to be hopeful when you know you shouldn’t, because good things like this never work out. You just forgot that little fact, but last night is the perfect reminder.
The thoughts settling in help as you go through the motions: toner onto a cotton pad wiped along your face, moisturizer gently massaged into your skin. Once you’ve finished with your makeup, it’s as if you move on autopilot, your fingers deft as they put the final touches wrapping the gift for Seokjin you finalized after work yesterday. Your logical brain reminds you that this party is nothing more than coworkers hanging out, a chance to put the bet—and your fake relationship—to rest, and making sure to bring a gift like the invite said is your way to show Seokjin that he didn’t get to you. He might win the bet, he might’ve had you wallowing last night, but he won’t continue to win power over your emotions.
You reread the last message he sent before sending him a text as you slip into the persona needed to survive tonight.
Jin (2:04 AM) - Please, baby, just…let me know you’re okay. I can explain everything.
You (1:14 PM) - I’m getting ready to go to the party, what time will you be here?
Your phone lights up as an incoming call flashes across your screen, but you ignore it, letting your ringtone play until he hangs up.
Jin (1:15 PM) - Can I come now?
You (1:20 PM) - I’m not ready yet and have some things to do beforehand, so if you can just let me know what time to expect you, I can make sure I’m ready when you get here.
You set your phone down, watching the bubbles pop up and disappear, indicating that he’s typing, but it still takes him ten minutes to send five words.
Jin (1:30 PM) - I’ll be there at 7:30.
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The drive to Namjoon’s party goes well for you, if you say so yourself. Not ready to deal with being alone with Seokjin, you make sure to call one of your friends from back home, spending the entire trip with your phone glued to your ear, rudely ignoring Seokjin’s attempts to talk to you until he gives up.
Walking into Namjoon’s place, the distinct smell of a fresh Christmas Tree wafts into your senses as his fiance greets you at the door. She’s all cute and small with a pretty smile as she bounces through the home to lead you and Seokjin to the living room. You greet the others who have already arrived, Yoongi and his girlfriend Leah, and Hoseok and his fiance, YuRim. A table near the Christmas Tree holds the gifts, so you walk over to deposit your gift bag, Seokjin following with a bag of his own to set down.
The layout of the room is an open concept, and Namjoon stands in the kitchen with oven mitts on. It’s a little strange to see your boss in such a state, matching fleece Christmas onesies with Khaity, oven mitts covering his hands, and a stressed look on his face as he stares at the small timer on the counter.
“Oh, honey, let me take the cookies out, okay? Come sit down with our guests.” Khaity rises onto her tiptoes to kiss his cheek as she slips the mitts off his hands before gently nudging him towards the sitting area.
Another knock rings out, and soon Namjoon leads Jungkook in with NaBi. You aren’t sure whether she came with Jungkook or arrived at the same time and was invited by Namjoon, seeing as she is his secretary, but the way they smile at each other softens the wall that you built up against love. Even if you and Seokjin were a failed attempt, you hope that those two blind co-workers might figure it out.
The macadamia nut cookies are first out of the oven, Khaity plating and placing them on the table between the couches where everyone is gathered. The last to arrive, Taehyung with Hana and Jimin, trickle in a few minutes later complaining that the cookies were all gone.
“We have chocolate chip ones coming out next, you can have first dibs, okay?” Namjoon appeases before his face turns into confusion. “Wait, where’s your plus one?”
“I ended things with Ji-Soo.”
Everyone shows various levels of shock, and despite avoiding him since arriving, you can’t help but to meet Seokjin’s eye with a raised brow.
“Really? Why?” NaBi asks, truly invested in their drama.
“She’s just…a little brainless. Nice tits, but let’s be honest, we live in the plastic surgery capital of the world.”
“Well, I guess we know who gets to wear the ‘Ho, Ho, Ho’ santa hat tonight,” Leah jokes, tossing the furry red cap to Jimin.
“Gladly! But I had to block her number, she’s been blowing up my phone the past few days, and it’s gotten to be too much.”
“Probably for the best, right? You start your last semester next month,” Taehyung reminds his best friend.
“We’ll see, I might need to find a hot tutor in the class, maybe I can convince her to do my homework.”
“Do your homework, or do you?” Jungkook asks deadpan, and everyone laughs, the room full of mirth and holiday cheer.
“Why not both?” you second, sending the room into another round of giggles, and despite the awkwardness with Seokjin, you feel yourself relax into the persona you’ve adjusted into place to get through the night. You can do this, you remind yourself.
And you do a great job meshing with the group, hanging out with your coworkers and helping Khaity in the kitchen with some finger foods and more cookies to avoid Seokjin until the inevitable moment arrives. Gift exchange.
“All right, I’m going to get more wine in the kitchen,” Jimin stands, stretching his arms high as he steps over the others to escape the lovey dovey atmosphere as the couples exchange gifts.
Seokjin calls to him to wait, and everyone watches as he grabs the gift bag off of the table. Holding one of the dainty handles, his free hand reaches in and reveals a decent sized wine bottle in his grasp. “Can you take this with you? I got it as a contribution to the party.”
Jimin busies himself across the room with an open bottle of wine and his glass and you wish you could join him instead of engaging in the most awkward event since everything imploded last night. You pass the gift over to Seokjin who takes it with a little bit of shock, as if he’s just realized what type of party he came to and what he was supposed to do—and how he just fucked up.
Leah opens her gift first, a lavender velvet box containing a necklace. A small slip of paper flutters out, and she reads it before sharing the information. “A 100% pure sterling silver necklace with amethyst stones spelling a morse code message.”
“What’s the message?” Hana asks, leaning to look at the glittering stones.
“Badass Bitch.”
Taehyung laughs the loudest, almost choking on the chocolate chip cookie he was chewing.
“So, Seokjin, wanna tell us about the latest WeVerse gossip?” NaBi teases from the floor where she sits cross legged, cheeky grin as she rocks side to side next to Jungkook. Her hands fidget with the small charm on the bracelet Jungkook gifted her that you’re too far away to see clearly.
“Oh fuck, what a nightmare. My father basically kidnapped me. Took my phone and everything so I couldn’t contact anyone and let them know I was effectively unable to leave or even signal for help.”
“You wanted to be rescued? I thought dudes liked young, hot, rich heiresses. Your own Paris Hilton,” YuMi asks, and you can see her question holds a little…bite to it. You instantly like her.
“Hell yeah, I did not want to be there. I actually had plans that I was really excited for, but my father…he kind of ruined my night.”
“But the hot chick made it better, right? You’re gonna marry into the richest company, right?” Jimin shouts from the kitchen, cheeks ruddy from the wine. You, on the other hand, are over the topic of conversation. Moving towards the kitchen, you decide to follow Jimin’s lead and drown your sorrows.
“No way, she’s like eleven years younger than me. She’s barely old enough to drink, just finished Secondary, and we have nothing in common. Besides, I’m not attracted to her.” You can feel Seokjin’s eyes piercing into your skull, but you refuse to give him what he wants.
Namjoon’s gift from Khaity interrupts Seokjin’s next words, as he drops the small box holding an egg vibrator and turns red as everyone begins to laugh at his reaction. Except for you. Your eyes finally look at Seokjin, challenging him to finish his thoughts from earlier as the group settles back into silence as the last few finish opening their gifts. Yoongi finally frees his gift from the box Leah wrapped it in; he holds up a black leather Valentino backpack to show everyone.
“I…actually—I’m dating someone else.”
The group instantly grows loud again, voices trying to speak over one another as various tones of disbelief, shock, and animosity filter through their accusations.
“Why didn’t you say anything?!”
“Because, I wanted to make sure it didn’t interfere with work first, I didn’t need HR getting involved with my love life.”
“Oh?” Namjoon focuses on this tidbit of information, ears perked for more. “Do I need to worry? It’s not Ji-Soo, right?”
You sputter into your wine, but luckily the males in the living room are cackling at the accusation.
“NO! I draw the line at sloppy thirds, thank you very much.” You try to slink away, the balcony looking like a great hiding spot when Seokjin says your name and everyone turns to you. “I brought my girlfriend and wanted to tell you all tonight.”
The group goes crazy once again at this turn of events, with Leah being the voice of reason once everyone settles. “Seokjin, I promise you, we never would have guessed…you didn’t even trade gifts with her, so color me a little shocked!”
You know Leah means to call Seokjin out and make him feel shitty, but the reminder also makes you feel a little despondent. Even if Seokjin had no intentions of marrying that girl, his current actions speak volumes. He couldn’t even be bothered to get you a gift; Kim Seokjin was not actually interested in you.
As the group continues to pester Seokjin about how everything played out last night since he’s dating you, you take advantage of their deviated attention and head for the balcony to escape for some fresh air. You don’t really pay attention to the group behind you, but you can see shadowy movements as people get up and begin to filter out for the evening, a few of the girls coming to the balcony door to wish you a happy holiday break, their muffled voices saying jolly goodbyes.
You struggle to return their holiday spirit, and how can you, when you think about how while you’ve lost the real bet, you won the experience of having Seokjin as your boyfriend. This time with him has been…better than you ever expected. Living life with a little more color, risk, and fun, but now that the bet is over, you not only lost the shoes, but you’ve lost the taste of a different life, a fun life, with Seokjin by your side. Especially if his father demands that he marry that…child.
The sound of the glass door sliding open is quiet, but you hear it despite not turning to look. You can tell from the spicy scent of bourbon & vanilla that it’s Seokjin.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asks by way of greeting, and from the corner of your eye you see him fidgeting with a wrapped box.
“I’m used to it.”
He hums, and you sense he wants to say more. A few moments later you are proved right.
“Thank you, for the gift. It, uh…means a lot, coming from you.”
“No problem.”
He huffs, and you can’t tell if he’s annoyed at your responses or if he’s annoyed at himself.
“Look. I’m sorry.” Seokjin’s voice is sincere, and you cave for a moment, meeting his toffee eyes. “I know that I royally fucked up last night, but I meant what I said earlier. I didn’t know and I didn’t want to be there. I wanted to be with you. I tried to text you, but my father—he’s a dick, you know?” His following laugh is empty of humor. “I hope that you’ll forgive me, Kicks. Holiday spirit and all, if you feel the same way that I feel…fuck—I don’t even know what to say.”
Seokjin hands the box he’s holding to you, stepping closer. “I know according to our friends, I won, but last night…it definitely violated the rules. So while I most likely would’ve won…I know in my heart I didn’t…but I think you had fun with me these two weeks, right? It…doesn’t have to end here, you know? I think the one thing I really want to win…is you.”
His gaze is too intense, too scary and full of the hope you stuffed way down, so you focus on the gift in your hands. Pulling at the open edge of the wrapping paper, you unravel the gift wrap to reveal a marbled cream box with gold letters across the top. Your breath grows shaky as cynicism sneaks into your chest, only to be replaced with astonishment. The Saeda 100 Unicorn Printed Satin Pumps with Crystal Embellishment lay in the box, sparkling in the light filtering through the balcony windows.
“Jin,” you try to speak, but all you can say is his name.
“You deserve these, and not just because I lost on a technicality. You deserve these because you are just as magical as these fucking shoes are. You challenge me, push me to be better, and help me along the way. You believe in me more than my own father. You just,” he sighs your name softly, taking the shoes from your grasp and setting them on the outdoor table so he can hold your hands, “you see me. All of me. And if I remember correctly, you weren’t opposed to what you saw, might have even liked it.”
His light teasing, alluding to that night, has your body warming despite the December chill.
“Do you mean it?” You hate that you have to ask, but you need to know it’s real. Not just you reading into something because of false hope clouding your judgment.
“God, you are so brilliant and yet, so dense.”
Seokjin closes the remaining space between your mouths, plush lips firm as they show you how much he meant every word.
“I want to be with you. No bets, no rules, no strings. Just you.”
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Seokjin’s POV
The drive back to Seokjin’s place is fast; neither of you can keep your hands off of each other and he refuses to slow at yellow lights in fear that he’ll combust if he doesn’t get you naked…
The moment he has you standing in his lofted bedroom, he pauses just to take you in. Seokjin swears he never thought he could get so lucky—he always thought his fate would be similar to Hoseok’s arranged marriage, though that turned out well in the end. But someone like you? He never saw it coming.
Shrugging his shirt off of his shoulders, he lets it fall quietly to the floor, stepping closer to you. His hands feel way too hot when he places them to your cheeks, but if he’s supposed to die from a burning desire, well fuck, he guesses there isn’t a better way to go. He’s falling hard for you, and as he ducks his head to meet your lips, he lets his hands move to undress you.
Seokjin doesn’t understand how you can be so soft, so warm, so inviting; everything about you envelops him until he’s consumed by you. Leaving you only in your underwear, he uses his hands to cup behind your thighs and lift you, carrying you to the bed.
“You look like an angel.”
Seokjin’s sheets are black, and with your white matching bra and panty set stark against the sheets, he’s in awe of you. He wants to savor you. He wants to defile you. Slowly, so slowly that you whine at him, he trails his lips along your clavicle, fingers lightly brushing your exposed sides. He pauses every so often to lave at your skin, supple beneath his tongue, before his dexterous fingers slide the straps to your bra down each arm. A quick tug frees your breasts, and his kisses continue to taunt and tease, circling but never reaching the pebbled nipple despite the arch to your back.
“Please Jin,” you beg, fingers fisting into his hair. He just chuckles at your neediness, your pleading words only adding to the pressure tenting in his pants. Trailing kisses lower down your stomach, his tongue traces the edge of your panties until he bites at the edge, making you squirm from his teeth.
He loves that he gets to have you like this; wants you like this always, pliant and happy beneath him. Settling himself lower, his chest between your thighs, Seokjin begins to mouth at your covered core, tongue searching for the slit between your lips where your clit waits, probably throbbing for him.
The sounds you make are pornographic, egging him on more. Wrapping his arms under your thighs, he curls his bicep so that his fingers can reach the edge of your panties. Pulling them aside, he pours his energy into leaving the sloppiest kisses around your clit and lips, strong arms not allowing you any room to pull away from the pleasure he’s delivering. Not that you’re trying to; your hands have a tight grip on his hair so you can roll your hips for maximum pleasure.
Tonguing at your leaking core, he flicks along your opening, reaching inside you before alternating to flick your clit. He wraps his lips around it and sucks, the pressure building as you cry out for more. Like a siren's call, he can’t deny you, so he surrenders two fingers to your pulsing walls, plunging them inside rapidly as you pant, moans slipping from your lips until you cry out his name.
He laps at you lazily as you ride your high, and when you pull back from over-stimulation, he pulls himself up along your body, flopping down to lay next to you where he can gaze upon you. You, his beautiful…girlfriend? Did you establish that? He ponders it for a minute until you call his attention.
“Fuck, Jin…You’re a demon.”
“I’m your demon,” he responds, looking for an opening to broach the thoughts on his mind.
“Only mine, right?”
He can hear the way your voice trembles as you ask, and he wants to kiss away any lingering doubts in your mind.
“Only yours. You’re my girlfriend, exclusively. If I’m honest, you have been since you agreed to my bet. It was only ever you.”
“Good,” you say, and he jumps when your hand rests atop his aching cock only two layers between your skin and his.
You eye his zipper before looking back at him, eyes low and simmering with heated desire. “Can I?”
Seokjin moves quickly to shed his remaining clothing, eager to have you in a way he’s only dreamt about. You laugh at his silliness, and while he was exaggerating a little to make you laugh, part of him really feels this way. Heart-racing and giddy, because of you.
You kneel onto the carpeted ground between his legs, waiting for him to lower himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He leaves his feet planted on the floor as he strokes himself, weeping with pre-cum that aids him in sliding his palm across his silky skin.
You trade out his hand for your own, delicate touches to show how much you cherish him before you take him fully into your mouth. He can’t look away, leaning back on one hand while the other strokes your head lightly, eyes on your face as your lips work up and down his shaft, tongue tickling his frenulum. Seokjin shivers with each pass. Your mouth is so warm, wet and dripping each time you choke a little on his cock, and your eyes look so pretty lined with unshed tears.
Fuck, Seokjin thinks he could fall in love with you fast, if you continue to look at him like that, with eyes wide as you deep throat his cock until your nose is tickled by the hair of his happy trail. Moaning as your throat convulses around his throbbing tip, light swallows squeezing the head. He almost says it when you pull off of him with a pop, just to take him deep again and add your hand to cup his balls as your dripping spit coats them to make for an easy slide through your fingers as you roll them in your palm.
Seokjin knows his own sounds are not very manly but he doesn’t care. He wants you to know how good you make him feel, and his breathy groans are a little higher than his normal talking voice but if anything when he lets out a sound it seems to invigorate you more and—shit—“I’m gonna cum, fuck, baby—” spills from his mouth and instead of popping off him and letting him cover your beautiful tits, you hold yourself closer to him until Seokjin’s sighing out your name as he falls back onto the bed, his eyes screwed shut as fireworks shoot through his veins.
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Reader POV
Returning to work after a week off is always tough; having to adjust your alarms to wake up on time, no more lazing away in bed watching Netflix or reading a new Best Seller you were gifted. No breakfast in bed after being Seokjin’s breakfast in bed—no time when you’ve overslept your alarm after a late night on Facetime with your boyfriend.
Seokjin’s out at his family’s vacation home, has been just for the weekend, where he told his parents about you and successfully avoided the marriage plans his dad attempted to trap him in. Once he gets back, there’s plans to have dinner with them—apparently his mom is excited to meet you.
Seokjin’s entrusted his car to you while he’s been gone, saying it’s because the oil and gas shouldn’t sit and build gunk in the engine, but you have a feeling it’s because he thinks it’s sexy when you drive. And you love how the car smells like him, like bergamot and spicy vanilla—a warm hug until he returns to you.
Parking in his designated spot, you enjoy the perks of dating the CFO as you ride the elevator straight from the parking garage to your floor. It’s easy to settle back into your work routine, checking emails and reviewing reports until NaBi pops in on her way to grab food, reminding you of the time.
“Overworking already? I thought dating the CFO meant you could relax a little.”
You laugh at NaBi’s teasing, shoulder bumping her lightly. She presses the call button for the elevator to go down to the cafe. “I can relax a little. I just miss him, so it’s easier to focus on work until he gets—Ahhhhh!” You’re happily surprised when you see a slightly tanned Seokjin appear when the elevator doors open. The other workers hanging around the Property Acquisition cubicles startle and look over, but you don’t care.
You greet him excitedly, kissing him right there for everyone to see. Openly showing him affection, where before you would have shied away, you can feel Seokjin is receptive to this as he pulls you in closer.
“I got us lunch,” he says between quick pecks before releasing you, and you realize he’s holding a tied plastic bag with styrofoam food trays.
“Sorry, NaBi!”
She eyes you as if to say, ‘bitch, you lying’, but her smile shows she’s not mad at you. You have a feeling this is the perfect excuse for her to have lunch with a certain IT coworker…
Following Seokjin to his office, you hold his free hand with both of yours. “I missed you,” you muse, and he chuckles at the sappy look you give him.
“I was only gone for the weekend,” he says with a wink as he leads you to his massive desk, “but I missed you too, so I thought I would surprise you with lunch. I’m glad I did, I get to see this version of you that I’ve always known was there.”
His words have you furrowing your brow, tilting your head in question.
“You know, my girlfriend, who I’m able to be goofy with, but who still maintains the same work ethic and drive that I love, just with heart eyes only for me.”
“Ew, why are you being so cheesy?” His words make your heart flutter, so of course you have to wrinkle your nose at how soft he’s making you feel.
“Because, you know, I kind of like you. A lot.”
Seokjin gestures to the corner of his desk, and you notice that the photo frame you purchased him for Christmas sits there, ‘World’s Best Boss’ engraved in gold with a purple frame surrounding a picture of the two of you taken on the candlelit dinner cruise. The card, where you poured out some of your most heartfelt thoughts about Seokjin and how much you believe in him, lay open under the clear, protective placemat on his desk along with the photos of his fraternity days, his mom, and other notes from Namjoon, Jungkook, and Yoongi.
You feel an overwhelming emotion fill your chest, so you lean in and kiss him, unable to contain it.
“I like you a lot too, but honestly, you’re lucky to have me. Your lover, your friend, your partner in crime…in sexy ass heels.”
Seokjin laughs with his whole chest as he sees you’ve got on the shoes he gifted you, and you thank your lucky stars for whatever brought the man in front of you into your life to help you avoid the red.
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OUR BELOVED HOME | JIN.2
Summary: your relationship wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough for both of you. Yet that all changes when you caught your sister and husband in bed.
Pairings: Jin x reader
Genre: angst; slight fluff?
Warnings: poor y/n going through it 😭. Everyone is bipolar! I mean it! Jin is a dick and so is the sister! Mentions of father; mentions of death? Just lots of breakdowns and cursing. Also, I apologize for the wait! Ik it’s been sooo long, but life has been hectic. And lots of my writing got deleted. So, I also apologize for this short and confusing chapter. Thank u for the patience and love 🤍
first chapter > Jin. 1
No amount of apologizes or excuses were going to make up what you had just witnessed.
It's never easy seeing the man you love, the one that you promised to share your life with, and all the craziness included, being in the arms of someone else. Or in this case, laying on his back, while your sister was straddling him.
Your sister?!
It wasn't a stranger. It wasn't even an acquaintance. It was someone you grew up with and admired. You always thought that you and her had a special bond, but you guess it was perhaps a way to get closer to your husband.
It's embarrassing to even admit this to yourself; in your mind. And the worst part is that you witnessed it all. There was no erasing or denying that can be done on your part, when you saw everything. And heard the lies, and no care from their very mouths.
You're not even sure where you are at this very moment. You're just standing in front of a bunch of lights that are slowly fading away, as the night grows closer. While your hand carries your sandals, and your cheeks carry your tears.
Once you saw that incident, you had to leave. You had to run away from your thoughts, the lies, the betrayal, and the hurt. But something's just can't be avoided. No matter how fast or far you run.
"Now, now. Stay close to me dear, we don't know how that lady is" you heard a mother attempt to whisper to her daughter, while she stared at you with such disgust, that it made you scare to look at your own reflection.
You wanted to go up to them, and say you aren't a bad person or even scary for that matter. Your mascara had just wandered all over your face, as your heart began breaking into tiny pieces.
But you get it. You get her. She's protecting the person she loves the most.
You're a bit embarrassed to admit you're jealous of a little kid. After all, she had someone who cares for her, and isn't ashamed to show it. While you just have a signature on a piece of paper, with a man who keeps anything but his promises.
It was strange. Your mind has so much and so little going on. It was as foggy as the weather, and as confused as you were walking into that.
A buzz kept bothering your state of mind. And you know it's them, or at least one of them attempting to silence your truth. And you want to ignore it, them. But you couldn't hide the love and care you still possess for both of them. It's not something that can be erased with a snap of a finger.
You're not sure what triggered you most. The fact that your sister is texting you. Or the fact that she was texting you?!
She didn't even have the decency to attempt to call you. Or blow up your phone. Or even follow after you. Especially considering that her betrayal hurt you the most. The only difference was that it was so unbearable that you don't even want to attempt to feel or think of the pain she caused you.
Mia: I'm sorry.
That's it? She must really not give a single fuck about you. You should ignore her.
You: You should be.
Yeah, that was never going to happen. You staying silent that is. At least not when it came to her.
You noticed another notification and realized Jin, your dear husband, had sent you a message, minutes before her.
Jin: I'm sorry! Please just let me explain! I thought that was you! I swear, it's nothing like that. Babe please text me back! I'm worried.
You: Worry about yourself.
You shut your phone. And stare up at the building in front of you.
After yesterday, you could have sworn that you would not end up here today. But here you are, stupidly falling back to your old habits. Which you suppose, could be worse. Or maybe not.
Jin could have not had a more horrible week planned out even if he wanted to.
When he woke up that morning he wasn't expecting it to start the way it did, or end the way it did.
He knows that what he did was wrong, he can admit that. And he can also admit that he's known for awhile now but that never was enough to stop him from having sex with his wife's sister.
It’s been a couple of days now, that he’s been released from the hospital. After all, it wasn’t anything major. He had a couple of bruises and swelling, he shouldn’t have been there in the first place.
He supposed you freaked out because you just cared that much about him. Or maybe you just felt guilty since technically speaking it was your fault not his.
He has chugged three beers so far, while he's been at his apartment. He figured he should have a separate place for his shenanigans. That's why, he hasn't been over to the shared house.
There was just no words that could come out of his mouth in this instant to get him out of this mess. None.
He's also been waiting on his food to be here for what seems like hours, but there have been no signs, nor updates about it. He's starting to lose hair from all the stress he's undergoing this week.
However, once he opened his front door he was unaware of how much more stress he was able to handle again.
"What are you doing here? Haven't you ruined my life already?"
"No." She says with a proud smirk on her face. "That was all your doing." She ends off her little talk with a shrug. As she enters his home, with no regards to his feelings. Even hits his shoulder a little on the way inside.
He stared at her with confusion and annoyance. He even tends to headache by massaging his forehead with his fingers. But decides he might as well get this over with.
"How? How is this my doing?"
She takes no time to answer. Almost as if she had rehearsed this whole speech and interaction. God, was she exhausting.
"It takes two people to have sex. And you loved it as much as I did before she entered the room. I made sure you did" she sent a wink your way, and even has the nerve to bite her lips. If she wanted to look sexy, she's failing. She just looks constipated.
"Stop doing that face. It's gross."
"Yet you loved it when you texted me the other night. What was it that you said? You wanted to ruin my pretty little face?"
He gulped, as he watched her continue her rant. It's not like he could butt in and deny it. It's exactly what he sent her. He was drunk, horny, and annoyed of the previous argument or lack of, he had with his wife. And he knew she would cave in, she just loves the attention.
"I was drunk and horny I would have said anything to get laid. But then again, you would just about accept anything, to get laid as well. I don't have to try hard when you give it up so easy. Talk about having no love for yourself."
"Oh! I love myself just plenty"
Her comment only made you giggle. Who is she trying to convince? Cause she sure as hell won’t convince you.
"I'm not your mirror. You don't have to lie to me. Everyone who sees you knows you don't love yourself. Maybe that's why you're always invested in your sister's life?"
"Maybe?" she gulps, as she pretends his words had no real affect on her. When in reality, they ran through her veins like blood. And cut deep like a knife. "But you don't love yourself either Jin."
"I don't?" He was taken aback by her comment, simply because he never truly thought about this, himself. Did he love himself? Maybe.
"I mean if you did why would you lose someone like my sister? I mean she loves you so much, she's taken on a second job to help you with the bills! Aren't you the man in the marriage? Sure doesn't seem like it."
He simply rolls his eyes, as there's not much that can be said to defend his honor. Although, he hates how someone as dumb and useless as her, is making him feel like shit.
"Why don't you do all of us a favor and man up. Huh? Maybe then, you'll realize that the only real loser is you."
And with that she left. She didn't care to hear his response nor worry about how her words were hurting him. She knew she did. Jin may not ever have the balls to admit it, but she knows him like the back of her hand. There's also the case that he's predictable.
Her sister would have noticed sooner if she stopped thinking with her heart, and stop seeing him through her love lenses. She was as they say, "blinded by love".
He, however, was slowly realizing one thing.
She was right about everything.
Your phone kept buzzing but your mind was more busy and bothersome than any other noise. It felt like there was town full of people, swarming your mind.
You wanted to stop all the noise you kept finding, even without looking. You wanted to think of all the misery your husband had brought you throughout the years, so you can just leave him behind. With all the past broken promises, and you suppose now the present ones included.
You wanted to let go of your childhood, of all the memories and times you felt blessed to be surrounded by a caring and beautiful sister like yours.
You wanted to pinpoint when your whole life was beginning to become a lie.
Were you too busy thinking about yourself to notice when things were slowly slipping away from you? Were you too cocky to believe that you wouldn't be betrayed by the people you love and adore the most?
It seems silly to even dwell on things like this. You shouldn't have to carry such burden and guilt, for being the victim to their games.
You scoff wholeheartedly, as you stare at the pictures with hand made frames, that held every moment of your life, with people who only managed to brighten it up to later cover it with pure darkness.
"Y/n! Please open the door!"
You heard the knock but your body was too busy dwelling on the pain, that there was no strength nor thought to stand up and open the door. It's not like you wanted to either way.
Or maybe you did.
Maybe you wanted to hear their excuse so you can move past this nonsense. Maybe it was a prank to make you feel guilty for what happened earlier with Jin and Jimin, that stranger who made you feel more like a human and less like an object.
How you wish you could find a solution to this problem.
"Please.." his voice was slowly becoming faint, weak. And it spoke directly to your heart, the way it jumped a beat, and broke to tears.
"Just leave.." you answer back, as you're unable to see him face to face.
It's been a few minutes, and there's still no silence from the other side of your door. Which has lead you to have an internal turmoil.
Should you let him in? Or should you let him continue humiliate himself?
Well at the end he's humiliating you, as your neighbors are becoming aware of his affairs, and your troublesome marriage.
Therefore, you made the decision to let him inside. Even though, you're afraid of the outcome. You're weak there's no doubt about it.
As you slowly twist the door knob to let him in your home, your shared home you suppose. You look down afraid to make direct contact right off the bat. Because like you said, you were far too weak to even attempt to be strong.
And once he enters inside your home, he takes no time to talk his heart out, as he falls down to his knees, hands colliding, rubbing against eachother as he begs for his forgiveness. There's tears falling down his cheeks, and although it breaks you to see him in this condition. Your mind automatically wonders if any of this is real or an act to save his ass.
Because he sure as hell doesn't want to save this marriage. He had plenty of time to go to couples therapy, as you recommended him to do, for years now.
"It didn't mean anything to me. But you do"
"I don't" You scoff, as your eyes fall anywhere but his. You know that you're already too weak to avoid his calls or texts, or to not let him inside your place. As you eventually caved in.
And you know it's partly because you still loved him. But there was also this part of you, that hoped he was telling the truth. That all of this was just a dumb and stupid mistake. How badly you wanted that to be true.
But as you close your eyes to flee his stare, your mind wanders to the very reason as to why this is even happening. You see your sister on top of him, moving in a way, you wished you could. You see his smirk as he runs his hands all over her perfect body.
You mouth begins shaking attempt to cover a whimper that was slowly building confidence. You slowly start to build that confidence as well, as your eyes catch a small glimpse of his. And like your marriage, you broke down in several different ways.
You cover your face with your hands, again believing that you'll be able to erase everything that you witnessed, but instead making it harder. Because as your eyes closed, the images just came back stronger. You had more space to think of their affair. You had more space to think of how lonely you've felt throughout your whole marriage, and for some stupid, stupid reason you can't help but blame yourself.
"Y/n... please don't cry. I- I only want the best for you. I hate seeing you hurt."
You glared at him. You couldn't believe the audacity or the words that came out of the very mouth that promised you a lifetime of happiness and love.
"If you hate seeing me hurt so much, then why hurt me? Then why sleep with my sister? And why do it when I'm in the same fucking place?! I- I can't believe I ever loved you."
I can't believe I still do.
"It was an accident?! Why can't you fucking understand that? Huh? Accidents happen and not everyone is perfect. I'm human. I'm flawed, and you knew that before we got married. So just deal with it. This is who I am"
You scoff, shake your head, and laugh a little at his comment. " Was it an accident when your dick slipped in my friend? Or how about that waitress on our 3rd year anniversary? And I'm sure I'm missing a couple more..."
"This again? Are you serious?" He pulls his hair out of anger. And slowly starts getting up from the floor, he was previously begging for forgiveness. Guess, he’s abandoning that too.
"You're paying thousands of dollars for therapy, just so you can stay in the same place? You said you forgave me, so why do you keep bringing it up?!"
"Because I can't forget!" Your anger is slowly turning into exhaustion. You feel defeated, and unheard. How could possibly forget everything he has done to you, during your marriage? Nothing made sense anymore.
"I can't forget that you always found a way into someone else's arms and not mine!"
"It's not-"
"Don't!" You place your hands in front of you to prevent him from stepping closer.
"I vowed to be with you through sickness and health and I meant it. I meant every single word that night, but I can't keep fighting over the same thing, over different people. I can't keep making myself at fault for something you did. I- I can't keep feeling like this. I can't."
"Like what? What exactly are you trying to say?"
Typical. He only answered a bit that was insignificant.
"Like I'm just invisible. I want to be seen! I want to be able to feel you with me. I want to be... me. I don't know who I've become but I hate her. I hate me." You look down and start thinking.
"And it's stupid because I hate me more than I hate you. And I don't deserve that. And you don't deserve me."
"We deserve eachother." He immediately butts in as if it would confuse you, and make you agree with him.
"We probably did at some point. But we don't anymore."
"Y/n... just think about what you're about to say.."
There’s nothing to think about. He cheated again. He lied again. He choose someone else over you again.
"I want a divorce as soon as possible."
And with that you grabbed your purse, and walked out of your own house. You couldn't breathe if you had stayed longer.
And you hate that those words escaped your mouth, you were taught better. You were taught to fight for as long as it is needed, if it involved someone you loved.
And in a way you did abide by that. Because even though you love him more than yourself, the person that needed that extra love was not him but you.
You're not sure what else happened that night. And you chose to keep it that way.
Because the only thing you are sure of, is the headache you are currently possessing.
"Where the hell are my pills"
Unfortunately because of the fucking sun hitting your face, you can’t see anything. Leaving you to throw your hands around every spot until you feel a bottle, and hope it’s the one with the pills you need for this headache. Seems like you’ve been having more lately.
"Right drawer" a man with a deep voice comments, and you immediately jump, as you’re clearly startled by this random voice in this random setting.
You begin rubbing your eyes, and then shift to placing your hands onto of your eyes, hoping it blocks the sunlight. And gives you more access to the person in front of you.
But as you squint your eyes, and do all sorts of sports to have a clear view. It seems like your view only seems to be more out of focus.
"Dad? What are you doing here?"
"You accidentally butt dialed me. Figured I should come check on you, once I heard your argument with Jin." As he’s explaining everything to you, you slowly hide behind your blanket, or pillow. He’s simply laughing to your nonsense behavior, as he always does.
You’re sort of glad it was him over your mother.
"Oh." You begin sitting up on your bed. "That's embarrassing...."
"It's not." He answers with sincerity, that it almost makes you feel more at ease. But then you cringe, remembering the argument you had with your husband, and your father hearing everything.
You glare at him. Because of the position he put you in.
"It's not!" He attempts to assure you again.
"You know how many times, me and your mother had the divorce talk?"
That’s one way to bring you back to your senses.
"I don't know. How many?" You question, but also slightly shifting to avoid his gaze. You don’t like to make eye contact, it makes everything real.
"Too many times! We talked about getting divorce so much, it took time out of our days, making it impossible to actually go get it." He chuckles, as he starts imagining those days, the arguments, the threats. And a sad smile forms on his face, knowing that his marriage was ever at a point of ending.
"Well that's always nice to hear dad. I love how open you are about your lack of love in your marriage. While mine is also crumbling."
"I'm not bringing it up to hurt you. I'm bringing it up because well honestly speaking. I enjoyed the arguments with your mother more than I've enjoyed any normal conversation with anyone else."
"That doesn't make sense. You're not making sense."
He laughs. "What I mean is it's easy to want to give up on a marriage when it's hard or you know, serious offenses are being made like cheating. But sometimes it's important to realize that every human has a flaw, and with marriage we are supposed to accept that and even embrace it."
"Dad you're going all traditional on me."
"Y/n-" He attempts to cut you off and even begins remembering the speech he had prepared beforehand.
But you didn’t let him.
"No! Look I appreciate that you came all the way here to speak to me about your marriage, and what not. But this is mine. And I'm just not sure I can get passed this betrayal. I've forgiven enough."
"He just doesn't love me.." You lowly say, afraid to be judged by him. He was never fond of him, but here he was defending him instead of you. Maybe, you were asking him to talk all the shit he’s been holding in.
Of course, you’re never lucky.
"He does. Just speak to him." He placed his hand onto yours to give you some comfort. But you don’t feel it. You don’t feel his hand, his warmth, or comfort.
It makes you think of many things, but you attempt to shake it off and continue with your.. therapy session, you suppose.
"I already did. Trust me he doesn't."
"Well, I can't make you do anything but I'm always here. You know I'll always be your guardian angel."
Guardian angel? That’s a weird way to say he’s always going to protect you. You would have thought he would have said something cringe like a bodyguard. That was more on brand for him. But it’s getting sentimental, so you just go along with him.
"I know dad.. I know."
And with that you woke up. This time you woke up with all the lights turned off, with sweat pouring down your forehead. And your breathing becoming uneven.
You let out every single tear or emotion you held back, and release it. You had another dream about your father. And usually it's forgotten, but this time its not.
You look up and attempt to form a smile on your face, even if it was more on the sad side.
“My guardian angel”
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she said no! ﹡ ksj x you
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synopsis. the last 9 years with Seokjin have been nothing but a rollercoaster full of happiness and love and you can’t help but wonder how much your life will change on your anniversary.
genre. slice of life au ◦ angst
pairing. KSJ x YN
wordcount. 1000
warnings. relationships can be complicated, i suppose
Tonight was a big night. And although it wasn’t your style at all, you had taken forever to get ready. Taking one last glance in the mirror, you could see yourself glowing in the silky red dress you had bought specially for the occasion. The vibrant colors hugged your curves with grace and you smiled sheepishly at your reflection, Seokjin popping right into your head.
The smooth fabric cascaded down to your knees, accentuating your every movement and your wavy hair had been styled in loose waves that added a touch of effortless allure to your appearance. The golden earring that had been a cherished gift from Jin on your first Valentine’s Day dangled delicately from your ears.
Your phone rang, signaling that he had arrived and, swiftly grabbing your purse, you excitedly exited your apartment. You slammed the door confidently, knowing that you’d have to deal with the mess your bathroom had been left with only tomorrow morning.
“Wow,” Seokjin leans forward in his seat, kissing your cheek gently. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” You couldn’t wipe the smile plastered on your face, so big that it made your cheeks hurt.
The restaurant exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, its lavish decor and tasteful ambiance setting the stage for a memorable evening. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, warm glow upon the finely polished tables adorned with fresh flowers. The walls, replenished with framed artwork, added a touch of refinement to your surroundings.
You sat by the window, your table offering a breathtaking view of the city outside. As the evening sky darkened, the streetlights below came to life, their golden hues dancing in harmony with the stars above. The cityscape twinkled with life, creating a magical backdrop for your 9th-anniversary celebration.
The soft music playing in the background and the gentle hum of conversation added to the enchanting ambiance, creating an intimate space for couples to bask in the warmth of their love. Looking around you, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the night Seokjin was finally going to propose.
With each course, you lavished upon your favorite dishes, greatly accompanied by laughter and shared memories of all your years together. Of course, so did your hopes grow, the expectations soaring to unimaginable heights. But as the desserts rolled in, you felt your heart withered, as Jin made no move to reach for a ring or drop to one knee, a wave of disappointment washing over you.
Silent tears welled up in your eyes, barely concealed behind a strained smile. It had been something that had popped into your head constantly, the beginning of your forever, especially now that you both found yourselves in such good places in your life.
Sensing your sadness, Jin’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes searching for answers. “What’s wrong, YN? You seem upset,” He probed gently, his voice laced with concern.
Trying to fight back the tears, you struggle to show him a strong smile to conceal your lie “Nothing,” You clear your throat, “I’m just feeling tired.”
Jin’s voice softened as he reached for your hand across the table, “Are you sure?”
You sigh as one tear rolls down your face and your eyes met his worried ones, “I… I just thought tonight would be the night, you know?” He tilts his head, confused. “The night you’d ask me to marry you.”
He’s somewhat taken about by your statement, the retreatment of his hand making your heartache. “I thought we were happy just the way we are.”
“And we are, but—” Your voice trembles as you retorted.
An uncomfortable silence hangs in the air, the weight of your differing viewpoints heavy on your hearts. Over all these years, you had discussed spending your life together, moving in, getting a dog over a cat or even kids, but you were never specific on marriage, assuming you had been on the same page; that one thing involved the other.
Jin leaned back, his eyes searching for your face again, “YN, I love you more than words can express. And I want to be with you, to live the rest of my life with you by my side, but we don’t need a piece of paper to validate our love, or even to make it real… right?”
At the lack of response from you, his voice softens, reaching for your hand across the table, “We can still have a beautiful future together, YN.”
With a heavy sigh, you struggle to find the words, finding yourself in inner turmoil. He was right, of course; you had been happy for all these years, but marriage had been something you anticipated, something to bring your relationship to the next; to prove your love was real and strong.
“I just need some time,”
With an apologetic look in your eyes, you get up from the table, leaving a speechless Seokjin and an untouched desert behind. You ignore his voice as he calls your name from the table and, as you enter the taxi, your heartache and disappointment become too heavy to bear. The passing city lights become blurred as you travel home, your emotions threatening to consume you.
Seokjin is left speechless, cheeks flustered as he keeps on replaying your escape in his mind. He’s quick to ask the waiter for the check, finding comfort in the emptiness of his car where the prying eyes of the nearby tables could no longer find him.
He drives home, and similar to the mess you’ve left your bathroom in, he finds his living room—rose petals on the floor as they lead to the center table, where laid his surprise—a key to his home beautifully wrapped as he had been preparing to ask you to come to live with him.
He laughs drily at the situation, heartbreak tugging into his heart as he can’t shake the feeling of how disappointed you’d be once you opened the little box and saw a key, instead of a ring inside.
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Coffee | KSJ
Synopsis: You find yourself working another late night in the office alone. You’re used to it, but things aren’t as typical this night. You start to think maybe your office building is haunted. What’s really hiding in your workplace?
Pairing: Jin x Reader
Word count: 3.4k
Warnings: my bad attempt at humor
It’s not unusual for you to have to stay in the office late into the night sometimes. It’s been a normal part of your job since you started there a year ago. What’s not so normal is the amount of technical issues you’ve had to face tonight between your computer forcing you to restart it immediately and the suddenly unstable internet connection.
You don’t mind staying late, that’s one of the few times you can get some peace. You can turn your music on and dance your way through your work. You don’t have to listen to the one coworker who has a strong opinion about everything, or smell the one who keeps burning their popcorn in the microwave making it essentially unusable for 24-48 hours. There’s no one constantly standing over your shoulder or the one really sweet coworker who unfortunately doesn’t know when to stop talking. Honestly, if it were up to you, you’d prefer to work these hours when you can be left alone.
The internet disconnects once again and you’re nearly fed up. You decide to go to the break room for a drink of water in hopes that the internet is back when you return to your desk. All of the lights in the building are motion sensor so the lights all turn on the moment you stand up.
The light feels blinding at this hour so you manually turn them back off and go into the break room where the lights turn on in there once you enter. You cringe then grab a cup and pour yourself some water from the dispenser. It seems someone had been in there earlier and left a half drank cup of coffee and a plate with nothing but crumbs sitting on the counter. You shake your head and sigh at how people can be so messy. You take it upon yourself to throw everything out once you finish your water.
The office is dark on all sides. The break room is in the middle of the floor with desks and office space on each side. The other side is for a different department which you hardly see except during company events or when you happen to go in the break room the same time as one of them. There’s only a few faces from that side that you recognize. Actually there’s only one face you recognize because it’s probably your favorite face in the entire office. Too bad you don’t even know his name, but damn he looks good.
You shake your head at the thought and bring yourself back to the present. You look over towards the other side of the office which is also dark and think of how lucky they must be that they never work late like you always do, but it’s also good because that gives you the solitude you enjoy.
You go back to your desk to see the internet is still down. You decide to do a little troubleshooting to the best of your ability to try fixing it. You follow the steps the computer’s troubleshooter guides you through until it tells you to provide the serial number for the router.
“How the fuck am I supposed to know that?” You mumble to yourself.
You’re ready to give up and go home and just deal with the additional work tomorrow, but you decide to at least try to find the router as your last attempt to fix it. You grab a pad of sticky notes and a pen and go in search of the router.
You aren’t too sure where it is but you know there’s a small room where all of the network connection devices are. To your surprise the door to the room is wide open when it normally would be closed. You don’t think much of it and go inside to look for the router. Thankfully everything is labeled so it’s not hard for you to find it, but you notice it’s unplugged. You can’t imagine why it’s unplugged or why someone had the door wide open in the first place, but something about it all is starting to seem suspicious.
You write the serial number down just in case then reach your hand behind the shelf the router is on and plug it back in. You shut the door as you leave and go back out to your desk to see that’s all it took and the internet is back connected. You still don’t know why it was unplugged in the first place or how since you’ve been here all day and there wasn’t a problem until recently. Either way, you get back to working so you can hurry and go home.
It seems you didn’t hurry enough and a few minutes later the internet goes out again.
“What the fuck?” You grumble. This is starting to get old and highly annoying.
You go back to the router and see that not only is the door open again but it’s unplugged again as well.
“What the hell is going on?” You don’t want to overreact but you’re definitely starting to get nervous.
You look around the room and see nothing. You plug the router back in and leave shutting the door behind you. On your way back to your desk you make another stop in the break room for another cup of water. Things are weird and you just need a drink to keep your composure.
While you’re sipping your water you notice the cup of coffee is somehow on the counter again. You know you poured it out and threw the cup away so you have no clue how a new cup of coffee appeared. There’s not even any coffee being made in the coffee maker, and the coffee seems to be room temperature as if it had been there a while.
None of this is normal so you poke your head around while staying safely close to the well lit break room. There’s no one on your side of the office and you can’t see a single person on the other side of the office. When you step into the area the motion lights don’t even come on, which they should since you only turned the lights off on your side of the office.
You take a few more steps around looking for signs of life, but you find nothing. There’s no one there. No one asleep at their desks. No computers left on. Not a soul in sight. You don’t know where the phantom coffee is coming from, but you figure it’s best to get back to work and hopefully get out of there quickly.
You return to your desk to begin working again when the power on the entire floor goes out. You’re about to bang your head on the desk when you’re startled by a shrill scream that came from somewhere on the floor. You won’t say you’re scared, but your heart rate has spiked and your arms are littered with goosebumps. Part of you wants to investigate, but another part of you would rather pack your things and try again during daylight hours.
You decide to do just that and try again tomorrow. You start to gather your things then the power returns. Maybe it’s not worth the fight. Plus you’re tired and hungry. You shut your computer down and head for the elevator.
“AISHHH!!!”
A loud yell rips through the office again and you duck for cover out of instinct. You’re quietly listening for anyone but you hear nothing else. The power flickers again delaying your elevator escape. Clearly there’s someone here so you decide maybe they need help.
Against your better judgment, you turn on your phone’s flashlight and slowly make your way in the direction of the scream. You aren’t actually sure where the sound came from so you’re mostly going into this blind. The way your heart is pounding out of your chest doesn’t make things any easier.
Each step you take feels like impending doom. You’re almost certain this is how it feels to walk the plank. When you reach the break room you stop a moment to look around. The cup of coffee is still there seemingly untouched, but a new plate has now replaced the one you threw away earlier.
This time you decide to inspect the other side of the office closer. You didn’t give it a very good look so maybe you missed someone. It’s the only thing you can convince yourself of to keep from panicking. You’re panicking anyway. Every step you take feels like it’s taking years off your life.
You snake through all of the cubicles and even poke your head in the offices to see if there’s anyone around but you find nothing. Not a single sign of life. It’s dark and empty just like the rest of the office.
The power turns back on, but not in the main parts of the office. You turned the lights off on your side and apparently someone did the same to this side. But who? And why? And most importantly, where are they?
With the power running again and your nerves shit, you decided you don’t care enough to stick around any longer. You make your way back towards the elevators when the sound of something crashing behind you scares you out of your skin.
You quickly turn around and see nothing. You run to the light switch and turn all of the lights back on only to see nothing. No one there and nothing that could have fallen and made that sound.
You take quick panicked steps towards the back of the office. You poke your head in the break room to see nothing has changed. You then go towards the room where the router is. The door is only slightly cracked so you throw it open and your soul is sucked clean out of your body when you hear a deafeningly loud scream from a man standing right in the doorway.
“What the fuck?!?!!!!” You scream back in a panic.
“What are you doing here?!?” He yells.
“What are you doing here?!” You shout back.
“Working! What the fuck?!” He clutches his chest and takes a deep breath. “Who are you?!”
He turns on the light and you finally get a look at him. To your surprise, he’s the one guy you recognize who works in the other part of the office. The guy who, although scared to death in this moment, still looks just as handsome as ever.
“Why are you here??” He asks again.
“I was trying to work, what the fuck?”
“Are you the one who threw my coffee away?!” He huffs.
“Are you the one who keeps fucking with the internet?!” You question.
“I’m doing maintenance!”
“By unplugging the router?”
“Duh!” He sasses. “That’s the first step when troubleshooting anything!”
“Why didn’t you just get someone from IT to fix it instead of unplugging it?”
“I am IT!”
“And your solution was to unplug it?”
“It usually works,” he shrugs.
“Wow,” you chuckle. “I guess now that I’ve solved that mystery I’m going to just go home now.”
“Why are you working so late anyway?” He asks.
“I always do,” you shrug. “I’m usually alone though, not being haunted by a coffee drinking IT ghost.”
“You owe me a coffee by the way.”
“Fine,” you sigh. “Do you want me to brew you a pot right now?”
“No, I don’t like that coffee.” He turns and pulls a large bottle out of his backpack that’s sitting on the chair. “I like this coffee.”
He holds up the bottle that is just a juice bottle that’s been emptied and filled with coffee. The label is ripped off and written in marker is ‘Jin’s Brew’ across the bottle.
“Jin’s brew?” You ask. “Who is Jin?”
“I’m Jin!” He stomps his foot. “This is my special brew that I made myself.”
“Ok…how am I supposed to pay you back for your coffee if you only want your special brew? And why do you drink it at room temperature?”
“Can I not have a preference?” He snaps.
“Ok ok, take it easy,” you laugh. “I’m not knocking your preference, just…curious.”
Now that you know he’s not a ghost or an intruder you feel more amused by him. He’s tall with broad shoulders and the face that you wish you could see more than just once or twice a year. At least now you finally know his name is Jin and he works in IT. You start to consider if you should switch to the IT department so you could have some eye candy for once, but mid-thought the power goes out again causing Jin to shriek.
“Stop doing that!” You shout.
“I didn’t do anything!” Jin shouts trying to calm his volume and heart.
“Why does the power keep going out? It’s not even raining!”
“I don’t know.”
“Can’t you figure it out, IT man?”
“IT has nothing to do with power failure!”
Just then you both hear a sound from the other side of the office.
“Who else is here with you?” Jin asks.
“No one,” you say. “Who else is here with you?”
“No one.”
“Ok,” you resolve. “I think I’ll just get out of here because this is crazy.”
“Where are you going to go?” He asks. “The elevators aren’t going to work with no power.”
“I’ll take the stairs.”
“From the 12th floor?”
“You don’t think I can?”
“I didn’t say that, but…maybe we should stick together right?”
“Then come with me,” you offer.
“From the 12th floor??”
Just then a crashing sound rings from another part of the office startling you both again.
“Are you sure you’re alone?” Jin asks quickly grabbing his things.
The lights come back on and it’s a bit blinding after being in the dark. You both pause to listen for anything or anyone around but hear nothing.
“Let’s just get on the elevator before the power goes out again,” he says. “Come on, you have to stay by me because you still owe me a coffee.”
“Really?” You huff following behind him. “How am I supposed to pay you back if you’re a coffee snob?”
“Well excuse me for not wanting to drink the stale coffee in the break room,” he says rolling his eyes.
“Ok then, what other coffee would you drink?”
“Whatever you get me,” he smiles pressing the button for the elevator.
You can’t help but smile back at his big cute smile. He really is the best looking guy in this office. Although he’s being fussy, you can sense the humor in his tone which makes you even more smitten for some reason.
The two of you enter the elevator when it arrives and Jin immediately hits the button for the ground floor. He looks over at you and smiles again.
“I’ve seen you around the office a few times,” he says finally seeming to recognize you. “Didn’t you wear the hot pink unicorn sweater for last year’s ugly sweater contest?”
“Yeah,” you chuckle a little embarrassed. “I didn’t really have any other sweater.”
“I liked it,” he laughs.
“Thanks,” you laugh along. “You can have it because I may never wear it again.”
“Why? It’s perfect.”
Just as the elevator nears the 4th floor, the power goes out again bringing you both to a harsh and immediate stop.
“Nooo!!” Jin wails. “This place is fucking haunted!!”
“Easy there,” you say trying to hold back your laughter. You thought you were scared before, but he’s much worse than you and that makes you feel a bit better. “We just have to wait it out until the power comes back.”
“The walls are closing in,” he says hitting the emergency call button.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” you laugh.
“I’m glad you find this funny,” he pouts.
“Just chill. Sit down and just be patient.” You grab his arm and get him to sit on the floor with you.
There’s silence at first. The two of you sit there with your faces dimly lit by the back up lights in the elevator. You aren’t sure what to say now. Who knows how long you two will be stuck here.
“Well…” Jin says digging into his backpack. “We may be here a while so do you want to play Halli Galli?”
“What?” You ask watching him pull out a bell and a deck of cards. “You just…carry that around with you?”
“You never know when a situation will call for a game of Halli Galli.”
“What?” You laugh. “What type of situation would you possibly be in that would call for a game of Halli Galli?”
“The one where I’m stuck in an elevator for an indefinite amount of time with someone.”
“Are you always this funny?”
“Funny? I’m serious. I like to be prepared for anything.”
You stare at him a moment trying to read his expression but he’s hard to read. His tone is playful but somehow he’s keeping a straight face, which for some reason just makes him even funnier to you.
“Do you want to play or not?” He asks dealing the cards.
“You don’t seem to be giving me a choice,” you chuckle.
“Thanks for being a great team player,” he jokes, blessing you with the shadow of his gorgeous smile.
Despite the low visibility, you two begin playing a game of Halli Galli. Mostly it’s him dominating the entire game, but you find yourself actually having fun. You both chat as you continue playing and learn more about each other.
You learn that he’s single, lives alone, he has a brother, and he’s very enthusiastic about the library of games he has on his computer. He tells you more about his special coffee that he made himself. He took a workshop on a whim one day and learned how to create his own blend. He’s quite an interesting person who also makes you wish that the power would stay out for just a bit longer so you could continue talking.
“It’s too bad we don’t see each other in the office more,” Jin says. “Maybe instead of coffee, you can pay me back with something else?”
“Like what?” You ask.
“Any drink of my choice.”
“Ok,” you agree. “What drink do you want?”
“I’ll think about it and get back to you. You have to agree to it any time I say though.”
“Really?” You pout. He nods and you give in to his bread cheeks. “Fine.”
“First we have to get out of this capsule of death.”
“It sounds 100 times more awful when you call it that.”
“I’m sorry,” he teases. “I’ll call it ‘the elevator in which we will die if we aren’t rescued’.”
“That’s better,” you joke.
There’s a loud grumble that echoes through the elevator. Jin looks at you with wide eyes then sighs.
“I’m starving but I already ate most of my snacks,” he pouts. “I only have a few gummies left.” He reaches into his backpack and pulls out an open bag of gummy worms. “Want one? There’s 3 left.”
“That’s very gentlemanly of you,” you smile taking the offered worm and popping it in your mouth. Handsome, funny, and sweet. What a package.
Just as you two finish snacking on Jin’s emergency gummies, the power comes back on. The lights in the elevator power on rendering you both blind for a second.
“Finally!” Jin shouts jumping to his feet and punching the button for the ground floor. “I’m so hungry!!” He punches the button again.
“Make it work faster, Mr. IT!” You tease standing up.
“Hush, coffee thief!” He hits the button again and the elevator finally begins to move.
You both breathe a sigh of relief once the elevator finally reaches the bottom and the doors open to the lobby.
“Sweet freedom!” Jin dramatically shouts as he emerges from the elevator.
All you can do is laugh. The building is clearly haunted or something, but you were much less anxious with Jin keeping the mood light, though you’re not even sure if he does it intentionally.
“Come on,” he says grabbing your arm. “There’s a restaurant nearby and you owe me a drink of my choice.”
“Restaurant? Now?” You ask.
“You’re hungry too, aren’t you?” He smiles. “You buy my drink, I’ll buy your food.”
“Wait, how-”
“You can’t say no, remember? That was part of the deal.”
“I wasn’t going to say no,” you chuckle. “I just wanted to know what kind of drink you wanted.”
“After all of this? A strong one,” he laughs.
“Agreed,” you nod. “Let’s go!”
#bts#bts au#bts fanfic#bts fic#cross posted on ao3#humor#my attempt at humor#Jin#jin x reader#kim seokjin#jin fanfic#jin fic#handsome Jin#a little spooky#Jin au
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What if… you were the Kingpin and they were the detectives? Part two | BTS OT7 au
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11.7K of pure nonsense with our favourite yandere task force. Trigger warnings : blood, guns, death, violence, corruption, stalking, obsessive behaviour, suggestive shit, smut but not smut, manipulation, torture… probably a lot more but I can’t remember
Full disclaimer : I don’t think there will be a part three to these guys next what if season but I have got a Drabble in the works for them 💜
“So what, you guys are just going to live here now?” you scoff, incredulously staring them down from your chaise lounge as they catered to you. Seokjin was already putting a tray of herbal tea down, muttering something about not getting the food ready on time, honestly it sounded like he was chastising himself. Yoongi was at your feet, his back against the chair, your foot in his hands as he tried to massage the tension away. Hoseok and Namjoon were in deep conversation about who knows what, which left the three officers staring at you from the opposite seat with puppy eyes and goofy smiles, the look of adoration not missed by you.
“Is that a problem?” Namjoon’s eyebrow raises as he poses the question, the conversation with the detective cut to an end.
You literally got home barely ten minutes ago and they greeted you as if they’d been living here with you your whole life! The scene was too domestic, you felt too comfortable with it, it wasn’t normal, if anything it was freaking you out.
“Yes it's a problem,” you grit your teeth, annoyance starting to build, who the hell did they think they were? This was your mansion, one of many but your favourite one, who gave them the right to make themselves at home?
“Why is it a problem, little love?” Hoseok matches Namjoon’s expression although he wears his with more confusion, not seeing the issue at all.
“Because it's my house?” you say in disbelief, frowning at the men occupying your living room. “I don’t remember giving you permission to stay.”
“But we did so well,” Jimin whines from his seat, the puppy look of love in his eyes set to make you waver. “We protected you better than your men, this is our reward.”
You narrow your eyes at him, not trusting the air of innocence for a second, not after witnessing what he was capable of.
“Don’t I decide your reward Officer Park?” Your tone was set to authority, the same way it would with any one of your men. “You kept me in a hospital for a month, personally I think that’s reward enough.”
“For your own good.” The lights dim in Taehyung’s eyes, you could see them darken as his expression warns you not to argue with him.
“I did not need to be in there for a month, Officer Kim,” you snap, standing from your seat, taking your foot away from Yoongi’s hold. He stares at his hands, despising how empty they felt now they weren’t touching a part of you.
“Litt-”
“If you’ll excuse me I have an empire to run,” you sneer before muttering, “who knows what's left of it…”
You expect the Captain to correct you, to tell you you handled it fine remotely with your phone while you were recovering, but instead when you meet his eyes you see amusement in them. For a second you lose composure, looking bewildered before you clear your throat and stare back with nonchalance. He smirks, laughing under his breath before standing himself.
“Little love isn’t ready to play house yet,” he tells the others, translating your sudden moody disposition. “Let’s leave before she says something she regrets.”
Your skin prickles at the unimpressed tone of his voice, you could end his life right here and yet he acts like he knew you wouldn’t. Fuck, it pisses you off how these assholes got under you skin. The others watch your staring match with their Captain, entranced by the way your jaw was set, that adorable angry look on your face that they just want to coo at.
Namjoon strides towards you, one hand in his pocket, neither of you willing to break eye contact. You fight the way your breath wants to hitch when he stands in front of you, his forefinger and thumb softly tilting your head up by your chin.
“Our big bad baby isn’t ready to accept our love,” he tsks, being the first to glance away from your glare, but you don’t celebrate, not when his gaze flickers down to your lips.
You can’t stop your breath catching this time, it doesn’t go unnoticed by the Captain.
“What a shame you still want to fight it,” his guttural tone is low, vibrating into the air to make your skin shiver. He closes in, his lips so close to yours, you can feel the ghost of their touch, but hell were you going to give in first. “All we want to do is take care of you.”
He drops his hand from your face suddenly, walking away to be the first to exit your home. You inhale like you forgot how to breathe, trying to recompose yourself. Fuck, you always had the last word, it was a point of pride and yet you couldn’t say a damn thing.
One by one, they left with their eyes lingering on you for as long as possible, sighing or muttering a reluctant farewell, Jin begging you to eat something but you turn away and march up the stairs like you didn’t hear him. Jimin whines like a wounded puppy, his eyes following you up the steps, his eyes glistening when you disappear. He so badly wanted to follow, he so badly wanted to beg you to let them stay. He wanted to smother you in them, worship you like you deserved, he could do it so much better than any of those idiots you let near you.
Taehyung slings his arm around him, pulling him away to the front door, an unimpressed stoic mask on his face that refuses to budge and reveal his heartbreak. He takes Jimin to the car he brought you in, Hoseok already waiting by the backseat, kicking a tiny stone with so much force dust came up from the ground.
The others occupy Jin’s car, staring at your house with so much hope that you’d come out and call them back.
“I can’t believe she kicked us out,” Jungkook grumbles, fastening his seat belt before the car pulls away. In the rearview mirror they watch your mansion shrink in the growing distance. After everything you all had been through together, that whole month of bonding in the hospital, and now you were better, you just dumped them? He didn’t like it, he thought you understood them, their affection for you. He knows you do, you tried to play with that affection to escape from the ward, he can still remember the way you kissed his bruises, he knows that wasn’t fake regardless of your motives.
“She didn’t even let me finish her lunch,” Jin complains, wanting to bang his head against the steering wheel, dejected and pouting hard. Maybe at least, you’d drink the tea he poured for you.
“She's the Kingpin of Seoul,” Namjoon chuckles in the passenger seat, “she’s not used to being pampered.”
“She put up with it for a month just fine,” Yoongi huffs, caught between loving your prideful nature but despising it when it got in the way of his love. Like Jungkook he witnessed your seduction tactics first hand as a very willing victim, and in no way was he ready to take a step back from that.
“What do we do now?” Jungkook asks.
“We tear through her defences,” Namjoon states matter of factly, like the answer was obvious. “We show our little love we’re not going to back down.”
—
“What the hell are you two doing here?” you huff at the officers exiting their car after having trailed you.
“Yoongi hyung doesn’t trust your asshats to keep you safe,” Jungkook nods at your men, you can feel the annoyance radiating from them due to the youngest police officers words. “So here we are.”
“Looking at them all…” Jimin says uncharacteristically serious, stern narrowing eyes assessing each man you brought with you to the deal, “I have to agree with hyung.”
You hold back Baekhyun from lunging at the shorter officer, an arm held out that he collides with before stepping back.
“Boss, what the hell is this?” Chanyeol is as irritated as he looks, watching Jungkook’s smug smile and wanting to punch it off.
“I bought off some of Seoul’s police force,” you sigh, sounding as if you regret it, making both of the infatuated men turn to you sternly in their dejection. “I thought it was a clever thing to do at the time.”
“Can you trust them boss?” Baekhyun hasn’t broken his staring match with Jimin, honestly both of them had never looked so menacing, Baek was the joker in your ranks, never knowing which comment was going to make you laugh or make you threaten him with your gun, either way he was cackling with amusement. And Jimin… well you remembered a couple of times he looked this way, and one of those times specifically someone ended up dead… with his bare fists. The amount of whiplash the young officer gave you made you question Baek’s safety.
“With my life,” you admit, making everyone stare at you in surprise. A smile slowly works its way onto the men in front of you, ones so infectious you’re struggling to stifle your own. There’s that eye roll they all love, the pair biting their bottom lips at the sight.
“You guys go ahead, I need a word with our new hires,” you say to your flank, despite the hesitation, they follow your orders, knowing not to question you with that tone to your voice. They were trained to listen to your every command, but the two officers, they were a couple of loose cannons, and you couldn’t afford for them to blow up in an untimely manner.
As soon as the last of your men walk through the building door, not without gazing back at you with looks of uncertainty you address your obsessive policemen.
“If I let you both in…”
They frown at the beginning of your sentence, what did you mean ‘if’, already you could see their jaws clenching in displeasure, but you weren’t having it.
“...you listen to my every word, you don’t act out regardless of what is said in that room unless I instruct you, do you both understand?”
They nod firmly but it isn’t enough, these men might ‘adore’ you, or so they say, but they acted out whenever you were concerned, and you weren’t in the mood to deal with it today.
“I’m being serious,” your eyes flare in that way that has their blood rushing to their pants but they try to keep a clear head, you can see their hard stares melting though into softer hooded eyes, already catching on to their thoughts with a sigh. “My work isn’t pretty, there are going to be insults hurled at me, there are going to be men flirting with me, it's part of the job, I need to know you can control yourselves otherwise you’re useless to me.”
The irritation is evident in their eyes, not aimed at you at all, but the scenario you were painting. Their fists already clench by their sides, the urge already built to annihilate anyone who came near you.
“Do we have an understanding?” you ask, arms crossing in an adamant stance.
They both nod in contemplation, not agreement, you can see that and aren’t fooled by it, waiting for their verbal response.
“You took Jin hyung and Tae out for ice cream,” Jimin says out of nowhere, giving you whiplash.
“What?”
“If we do well,” Jungkook interrupts your stupor. “Take us out on a date too.”
With that they both turn to the door, ready to go in, but not before Jimin turns back to you with a smirk.
“Do we have a deal, little love?”
You inhale deeply as if annoyed, not willing to admit they were making your heart pound. You walk past them briskly to lead the way without a response to their question, but they could hear your mumbling, making them grin so wide they bared their teeth.
“It wasn’t a frigging date, they dragged me there…”
—
“Jungkook sit,” you order fiercely when the officer refused to back down.
Not even ten minutes in and they were already causing a scene for fucks sake. His whole demeanour was set to attack the man laughing in front of him, like a rabid dog tied to a wall, but the chain was breaking and you could see it.
Your men glanced at you, not knowing exactly what to do in this situation, no one ever questioned you. You spoke and they obeyed, what the officers were doing was out of their comfort zone.
“What is this Y/n?” Michael laughs,
“He’s a little bit unhinged,” you roll your eyes, grabbing the young officer's arm and pinching it warningly.
He remains unfazed, his stare penetrating through the visiting head of the west. The bastard said something to his right hand man in a foreign language thinking no one would understand, but Junkook had heard the term used before even if he didn’t grasp the whole sentence. It was derogatory, he basically insinuated your men were only loyal to you because you gave it to them good, his friend beside him who Jimin was currently glaring at quietly responded with ‘men that loyal to a whore don’t have balls’. Jimin didn’t understand it, but he could read the tone well enough.
“You need to keep your puppies on a leash,” your rival comments, sniggering when he could see their nostrils flare. “Badly trained mutts end up biting the hands that feed them.”
He cocks his gun, pointing it directly at Jungkook’s head.
“Let me do you a favour and put this one down,” Michael’s voice turns voidless, his face sobering from amusement to the ruthless killer you had butted heads with before.
You exhale calmly, ready to seize back control of the room. The second that barrel was pointed at the officer, each of your men stood with their own weapons aimed at the disrespectful bastard.
“I thought we were going to have a civil conversation today pretty,” Leo, the bored left hand man sighs in your direction.
Your other hand falls on Jimin’s thigh under the table, a squeeze to stop him when he looked like he was about to lunge at the man that called you ‘pretty’. Your two idiots weren’t loose cannons they were a fucking suicide squad.
“With this much testosterone in the room?” You cackle incredulously. “You must be kidding.”
“Your men are the ones with the built up adrenaline,” Leo responds. “You need to let them out in the yard for a run instead of playing tea parties, otherwise it becomes so pent up they can’t sit still at the table.”
“I can save you a trip to the pound Y/n,” Michael chuckles, his gun still set on Jungkook. “Let me do you this favour.”
“You touch a hair on his head and I will rip the skin off your skull,” you deadpan, the two officers turning to you in surprise as their hearts swell in their chests. That was so sexy, they both can’t control their little grins of glee, looking at you with devotion that your enemies across the room don’t miss.
“You’ve seen me do worse,” you say with a humourless smirk, almost like a dare, your eyes deadly serious.
He contemplates it for a second, biting his cheeks to stop himself speaking. Accepting defeat, his weapon is put down, his hands in the air with a shrug. Your men sit once he’s harmless, their weapons ready to reach again if needed.
“They’re sweet on you,” Leo comments, inquisitive eyes flickering between both men with a knowing smile.
“They’re new,” you state bluntly, nipping any thoughts he might be having in the bud with a grimace.
“Where does that leave us Y/n?” Michael asks, his eyes telling you this wasn’t over. “I thought today was all about burying the dust.”
“That was before you pointed a gun to my side of the table,” you sigh, looking bored. “I guess I’m going to have to rethink the terms of this deal.”
You stand from your seat, your men following suit, Jungkook and Jimin moving a second behind. They look at you like you were their life line, you can see it in your peripherals as you stare down the asshole in front of you.
“We’ll reschedule once I decide the cost of your disrespect today,” you smile, turning to leave first as your flanks follow behind, the two officers eagerly by your side.
“Ice cream?” Jimin asks gleefully, his eyes disappearing in his grin as he basically skips beside you as you exit.
Your lips press into a thin smile, obviously fake, they can see it in your eyes.
“Absolutely,” you say cheerfully but the sight puts them on edge. “Boys!”
You turn to Baekhyun and the others.
“Let’s go out for ice cream,” you announce baring your teeth. Your men stutter in shock before they all collectively chant ‘yes boss’. That, that was the loyalty you were looking for inside that meeting, that was what your men were trained to do, listen to you. You walk away with them all, ready to reward their good behaviour.
Jungkook grabs you by the wrist pulling you back until you’re face to face with him. He can see the anger that was simmering away reaching boiling point, but he can’t understand why it’s there.
“Noona, you promised us ice cream,” he complains loudly, “just us, not them.”
“You promised me you would do exactly as I say,” you snarl, standing so close to him he can feel your breath on his face.
“You seriously can’t expect us to sit there while he insults you-”
“You undermined me in a deal!” No ounce of fury held back as you yell in his face. “You questioned my authority in front of men looking for a weakness in me.”
“He-”
“They’re going to think I can’t control my subordinates, my reputation is everything, not once have I ever had to build it back up the way I’m going to have to now,” You seethe through gritted teeth. “Because of both of you.”
Their hearts fall to the floor when you snatch your wrist back out of his hold, storming away with your wrath left to linger around their necks like a noose. For the first time you were actually pissed at them, not out of concern but because of their actions. Jimin’s eyes water, willing you to turn back and forgive them but you don’t. He watches Jungkook sniff, his head down low. You’re mad at them, this was the worst feeling in the world.
—
You giggle pretentiously at the gentleman across from you, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Another night of having to pretend to be civil until you got what you wanted. Last time Officer Park got in the way of the deal when you had to drag him out before Jinyoung killed him, although now you wonder whether it was all for show. With the way he killed Jackson, he would have no problem against this old washed up has been. Hell, you knew you could take him with no question which is why you left your men at the door, Baekhyun obeying your every command like an obedient prize dog, which is why you didn’t inform your untrained puppies.
You push back the thoughts of what their reaction was going to be when they found out, it could be dealt with later.
“That was so funny Jinyoung,” you loathe your fake tone, but needs must. “And so clever, this club is so busy I’d believe it was a legit business.”
You smirk knowingly. Of course it was a front for illegal shit, Park Jinyoung couldn’t breathe without doing something shady. You grit your teeth in a convincing smile, just wanting the bastard to hand over the deeds to his land so you could put a bullet in his head.
“But I have to ask,” you turn your tone seductive, leaning in with your chin in your hand, resting your elbow on your thigh as you uncover the skin with the slit in your dress. A well practised sultry look in your eyes and he fell, hook line and sinker, you try not to smirk at the way his adam apple bobbles, his gaze falling to your cleavage.
“You’ve been in the business for so long, you’ve made something of yourself where most men fail and get killed before their voices break,” you giggle, the fakest look of admiration for the oaf that he drank right up along with your compliments.
You reach for your drink, not intending to touch anything he gave you, you were cleverer than that.
“Don’t you want to, I don’t know, retire and just…” you hum in contemplation, sitting back in your seat, taking the straw in between your teeth for a moment while you eyed him up like he was good enough to eat. Honestly, you could vomit. “I don’t know, have fun?”
He doesn’t miss the suggestive tone of your voice, coming to the conclusion you needed a King by your side to run that empire of yours. Of course he did, you were really struggling to control that eye roll. He was old money, which meant two things, he had a lot of it, and he thought a woman could never run the country the way you were.
“I could be tempted,” he leans towards you, and you know you’ve won.
You smile, no longer having to put it on for his benefit. Something catches your interest in your peripherals, something, or you should say someone. As soon as your mark paid attention to the papers on the coffee table between you, you glance to the left, meeting stern eyes across the room that could kill.
Your heart pounds out of your control, but you don’t look away, not until Jinyoung is done signing the contract. You smile demurely, taking the papers out of his hands, your eyes flickering to the officer watching the deal go down.
“We should celebrate!” the wrinkled pathetic idiot announces, clicking his fingers for more drinks to be delivered to your VIP booth.
“Absolutely,” you agreed, but stand from your seat. “But first a girl needs to powder her nose.”
He laughs at your comment and it irks you, did he seriously believe everything you were feeding him. How stupid were men? It was almost too easy.
You stare at the officer with clear intent, walking to the female only bathroom, knowing this one would be particularly empty since it was where Jinyoung’s underhandlings happened, and he wouldn’t risk doing anything with you on the premises. You stuff the papers in your clutch, placing the bag on the back of the basin, taking out your lipstick for a touch up you didn’t need. It was an image, a simple way to hold control of the situation when he inevitably followed you.
Right on cue, the door swings open, the tall figure taking menacing slow steps towards your form. You could almost convince yourself he was drunk, but you knew he wasn’t, there was no way, not when it came to watching you.
“Having fun love?” he asks, the corner of his lip twitching almost as if to smirk, but it was more intimidating than that.
“It’s called getting what I want,” you respond bluntly, checking over your features without glancing his way. His aura was already making your skin tingle, you could hear the blood rushing in your ears, there was no way you were going to remain composed if you looked at him, but he wasn’t having that.
“Is making me watch you flirt with a bastard called getting what you want?” He spits, standing behind you before grabbing you.
“Kim Taehyung,” you warn breathlessly as you’re thrust against him. His crotch is pressed so hard on your ass, his arm locking you in place around your middle. You gulp at the length of it, fully standing, and all that separated you from it was flimsy pieces of cloth.
He’s gone commando, you meet his eyes in the mirror as if asking for confirmation of your thoughts, and his smirk is all you need. You don’t dare to break his stare as you watch him press his head against yours, cheek to cheek as he hums.
“You didn’t tell us about this meeting little love,” his voice is so deep you can feel the vibration of each word.
“I didn’t think I needed to,” you bite back but you sound so affected by his little ministrations, you fool no one.
He tsks, his tongue wetting his lips before he rolls his hips into you, watching you fight back a moan in the mirror. This was going to be ingrained in his memory for life, the reflective surface in front of him resembling a canvas he would gladly hand on the wall forever.
“We always need to know where you are, love,” he mumbles into your ear, the glint in his eyes dangerous. “Now, I would apologise for this…”
His hand grabs your wrist, you don’t even register the cold metal until he locks your other hand behind you, his hips keeping you against the basin.
“.. But I can’t bring myself to.”
He hums in appreciation of the sight, the stupor on your face making him chuckle.
“Y/n L/n, you’re under arrest,” he grins as his actions finally catch up with.
“What!” You almost choke, he grabs your clutch before he starts to lead you out, trying to keep his crotch on some part of your body for his own relief while you both walk. “On what grounds?”
“Soliciting,” he offers, but he was suggesting something in his tone that made your jaw drop. What exactly was he insinuating?!?
“Are you kidding me?” You scoff loudly, aware of everyone’s eyes on you, your nostrils flaring at the big spectacle he was putting on. Thankfully Jinyoung was blissfully ignorant to the scene, you made it out into the cold night without his added drama.
“Boss!” Baekhyun calls for you and you wince when you see him and Chanyeol running towards you like their lives depend on it.
“Leave it,” you warn them, not wanting to unleash anymore of Taehyung’s misplaced jealousy.
Your captor scoffs when they back away, these were the idiots you chose to keep an eye on you? Seriously? Them over seven men willing to bathe in their own blood for you? These useless imbeciles were letting him take their boss away without a fight, pathetic. Never again would they let you go about your business without one of them by your side.
“They have no regard for your safety,” he growls as he pushes you into the back seat of his cruiser, roughly pressing his palm to your head so you don't bang your head. The door slams and you sigh, great another fire to put out, but how to go about it this time?
“Why do I need them to?” You say when he climbs into the driver's seat, buckling his seatbelt while looking at you in the rearview mirror questioningly, like you had a bit too much to drink. “I knew you weren’t far behind.”
You smirk victoriously when you sense the pride your words put in his chest, despite how he tries to hide it. Sometimes it was too easy, but you knew you weren’t out of trouble yet.
—
When the car pulls over he exits swiftly, looking around to see who was watching. The drive had been mostly quiet, that was something you picked up about Taehyung, especially after your month long hospital visit. He was silent when he was angry at you, and then he let it all out in some shape or form, but you were somehow good at getting him to calm down.
The back door opens and you move towards it to get out, only to find yourself being pushed in by the officer as he climbed in beside you. You gawk questioningly, turning towards him with your hands still cuffed behind your back.
“What the-”
He doesn’t waste a second, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for a searing kiss. His mouth engulfs yours, tongue playing with your lips demanding entrance, taking advantage of your dumbfoundment at his sudden actions. He leans his weight on you, forcing you back to lie on the seats with his body in between your thighs. Your trapped hands elevate your waist so deliciously against his crotch, torturing you both. His mouth travels down to your neck, sucking with the only intent to leave a fat mark.
“He didn’t even touch you,” he hisses against you, venting his anger, nibbling your skin as his hips roll into you. “But the way he was looking at you- fuck.”
He groans, hands sliding up your waist to fondle your breast, playing with them so hard you can’t help whining. He looks up at your fucked up face, his mouth still so close to your skin you can feel his breath on the wet marks he left, the sensation making you shudder.
“I wanted to put a bullet right between his eyes,” he whispers, his palm leaving your chest to caress your cheek, pushing your gaze to face him. The sick devotion that you could see through the dark shouldn’t make you gush, but you can feel it pool between your thighs, biting back a moan so hard you could taste blood from your bottom lip.
“Baby,” he tuts, his thumb on your lips to stop you, his tongue licking the open wound before he kisses you again, the ferocity in his movements gone but he still poured his passion into the way he devoured you, humming pleasantly as you kissed him back. You can feel him smile, and it makes you soft, forgetting the reason why you were in this position to begin with.
A sharp knock to the window has you both jumping, Taehyung sounding more annoyed when he groaned rather than scared that he got caught. The pair of you glance behind him to see a grinning Yoongi peering in, amusement written all over his face. How long had he been watching before he decided to interrupt?
“Having fun little love?” he asks you teasingly.
“Hyung,” Taehyung huffed.
“Her hands are going to go numb in that position,” his tone turns strict, the instruction in them clear. The officer pouts before conceding, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you up with him as he sits.
The lights on the police station did little to reach inside the vehicle, but maybe you were thankful for that. You were both silhouettes in the car, no one could see the warm tender way he was admiring you, no one could call you out on the longing way you gazed back.
—
“You, Namjoon and the maknae always interrogate Dove and make us watch,” Jin complains to Yoongi who stood in front of him, barring him from the door that concealed you.
“Hyung it’s our turn,” Hoseok agrees, having waited long enough to spare with you in the box, they weren’t lying when they thought the experience was akin to foreplay.
“This is my thing with little love,” he grumbles stubbornly in reply, not willing to move.
“We’ll trade you,” Hoseok says, making both men look at him questioningly. “When we were in our little love’s house, I may have stolen something…”
Their eyebrows rise comically, Yoongi’s jaw dropping.
“What did you take?” Jin asks intrigued, why didn’t he think of that?
“I may have found something in her draws,” he insinuates heavily.
Yoongi gulps, trying to compose himself, pretending like the information was of no interest to him.
“They’re your favourite colour.”
He opens the door for them without a word, the pair gleefully taking their victory, striding into the interrogation box where you were sitting with your arms crossed, huffing in frustration.
You frown at the unexpected visitors, having been used to dealing with the captain or Yoongi or even the youngest officer.
“Well this is a surprise,” you comment before grumbling, “can’t say it's a pleasant one.”
“Love, don't say things you don’t mean,” Jin scolds you lovingly.
“If you’re not careful, we might take them to heart,” Hoseok’s gaze is challenging, the look you would give to a child acting out.
You return his stare with an unflinching one of your own, not willing to back down. ‘Kingpin of Seoul’, you needed it on a badge just to remind these detectives exactly who they were dealing with. You lean forward on the table, fingers intertwined together, arms resting on the surface, looking like a lawyer about to discuss the terms of a case.
“What I don’t understand is,” you say with a smile that fades quickly before hissing under your breath, “if I’ve brought you off, why am I here?”
You grit your teeth, you didn’t have time for their shenanigans, you had an empire to maintain. Your month-long absence was making people talk, and you needed to sew some mouths shut.
“You’re here Miss L/n because of this,” Hoseok states, slapping the picture on the table between you, sliding it in front of you. You stare at your side profile giving Park Jinyoung a sultry look for a second before rolling your eyes, you seriously did not have time for this childish shit.
“What does my personal life have to do with anything?” you sigh.
“You were talking to a known drug lord, love,” Jin’s tone turns to one you've not heard before. Even in the hospital when he was angry at the fact you were hurt, he yelled and ranted, letting it out loudly, now he was sitting in front of you with his soul simmering in his eyes.
“Jinyoung?” you laugh as if they were mistaken. “He owns the club, completely legit, nothing dirty about his business.”
You see Hoseok’s lips twitch, his glare revealing his poorly hidden wrath, you said that oaf's name with too much familiarity.
“Our officer has previously infiltrated Mr Park, we can assure you he isn’t ‘legit’,” he almost growls at the end of his statement.
“Got it he’s a bad boy,” you roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at their obvious displeasure. Is this seriously all it took to rile them up? How ridiculous, and yet you were intrigued to see what buttons you could push.
“You still haven’t explained what you were doing with him,” Seokjin’s voice is void of emotion, the look he gives you is blank, hiding his innermost thoughts, but you could see them plainly.
“I really don’t think that’s any of your business Detective,” you goad them. “But if you really want to know…”
There’s mischief in your eyes, the kind that makes them want to lick their lips in anticipation but your tricks today were cruel.
“He was showing me a good time,” you whisper, grinning sadistically at the way their expressions went from silent simmering to burning rage. “A really good time… shame it had to get cut short.”
Jin lets out a breath of laughter, an unamused tilt of his lips as he looks away from you for a second before bringing his whole attention back to you.
“Be very careful with what game you’re playing Y/n,” he warns, “you might not like the outcome.”
You bite the corner of your lip, completely entertained by the sight in front of you, who knew angry men could look so sexy.
“What would the consequences be, Jin?” you dare to ask. “You’re already always in my way, what more could your little task force do?”
It’s Hoseok that chuckles darkly this time, standing from his seat to circle you until he’s directly behind you. You could see him in the mirror in front of you, one hand gripping your chair as he leaned on you, one hand on the desk. Jin smirks at the sight of you gulping, before you glare at him.
“I thought you had an empire to run love,” you feel Hoseok’s breath on your skin as he whispers in your ear, your eyes unflinching from Jin’s. “Can you really afford to piss us off and spend a week in lock up?”
“It’s so tempting,” Jin admits, and it really was. You’d be forced to accept their attention, you’d be within reach at all times, safe and away from trouble. Just like at the hospital, that whole month of receiving their affection that you were quick to dismiss now you returned to your throne. They didn’t want to strip you of your power, they would never want that, but they wouldn’t hesitate if you forced their hand, if your occupation was the thing taking you away from them.
“I think I prefer Yoongi interrogating me,” you comment, the corner of their lips rising in amusement.
“Why would that be little love?” Hoseok chuckles, pressing a peck to your pouting lips when you look up at him. “Because he literally lets you get away with murder?”
You cross your arms as you lean back on the chair and into the detective’s chest with a huff. Yes, maybe that was the reason…
“Believe me love,” he mumbles into your hair, kissing your head before he pulls away. “He’d be the first one to put you in the holding cell forever if it kept you out of harm's way.”
—
You might’ve done something. Something that would have consequences that would rear its head soon. Sooner than you thought it seemed, you could see him outside the restaurant walking in, but you couldn’t decipher the look on his face.
“So I got an interesting call from the chief of detectives,” he says, sliding into the booth, sitting across from you without a greeting.
You don’t reply, holding the menu in front of your face, pretending he wasn’t there.
“Apparently our favourite civilian put in a harassment complaint about my team,” Namjoon chuckles, staring at the menu as if he could see you through it.
You had no regrets, they needed to back off a little, and you were still pissed off with them because they kept you in that holding cell for two whole days. What an absolute waste of time, next time you were going to get Suho to break you out.
“You know what the boss of my task force and the country’s police said to me?” he asks you, knowing not to expect a reply. “He said “Good job Kim”.”
That makes you drop the menu. He said what!? You could see victory written all over the Captain’s face, drastic measures were going to have to be taken to remove that look.
“He said the Kingpin of Seoul has never called him to complain about the police before, therefore I must be doing something right to rile you up so much,” he’s gloating, he doesn’t even try to hide it. You roll your eyes, so done with the conversation.
“What’s it going to take to get you to stop getting in my way?” you ask, completely business like.
“That’s a cruel way to describe our affection for you, little love,” he laughs.
“As… cute as that might be,” you muse, “you guys are bad for business, and it looks like you’re not going anywhere despite my best attempts to get rid of you.”
His smile sombers, that dark look overtaking his face as his eyes narrow. He knows you don’t mean it, not really even if you were trying to kid yourself, but he didn’t like it. It's your way of flirting without giving in, without being vulnerable to him, for now he would let it be.
“I’m willing to compromise Captain Kim,” you admit, “our previous deal obviously hasn’t worked.”
“You didn’t completely give in to that idea, love,” he calls you out, eyebrow rising as if he caught you in a lie.
“Neither did you, but let's not get into that,” you wave off his words. “Let’s start again, what’s the cost to run my empire without your taskforce meddling?”
He pretends to contemplate it, taking the menu from you and pondering over its content all while you watch him intently. Call him a simple man, but he liked your attention, the fact that right now you were completely focused on him.
“Should we order fries?” He asks, making you release the breath you were holding with a groan.
“Namjoon!”
He loved the way his name sounded from your lips, even in frustration. He can’t hide the grin on his face.
“If you’re not going to take this seriously I’m leaving,” you shuffle in your seat, ready to act on your promise but a hand on your arm stops you. His gaze turns stern, a command in them not to move.
“You’re not going to like what I want,” he confesses, completely serious.
“Try me,” you dare him, ready to hear it, whatever it was.
“It’s simple really,” he shrugs, inspecting your every reaction, his voice light but his eyes told a different story. “Date us.”
You take a moment to contemplate it, every bit examining the man in front of you as he was you, like a staring contest waiting to see who blinked first.
“I thought that's what we were doing Joonie,” you confess with a smirk, watching his eyes soften with surprise. He bites his lips, fighting back his smile but you could see those dimples dig a hold in his cheeks. He glances down at the menu bashfully, and you try not to laugh.
—
You weren’t scared of much, or anything for that matter… nothing of this world anyway. But the thunder outside echoed through the empty mansion. The lightning made shadows appear in the corners of your room, every dark crevice felt like eyes watching you, and you sat on your bed staring back.
The rain pelted down hard on the window, like something knocking incessantly to come in, demanding it from you. Logically you were the scariest thing for miles and yet the unknown potential possibility of something otherworldly taking your life… well you wouldn’t go down without a fight. Another strike of lightning makes you jump, and you wait for the rumble to follow.
Your ears are on edge, listening to every pin drop and trying to rationalise it. You could hear soft taps from the front door, thinking the wind was playing with the knocker, but it becomes harder and harder to convince yourself when the knocks become louder and more frequent. You even swore you could hear a deep voice calling through the air, your imagination running away with you. This bloody ghost wasn’t going to give up, and you weren’t going to sleep until you dealt with it.
With the amount of people that died by your hands, you’re not surprised one has found its way back to haunt you. That didn’t mean you weren’t going to kill it or them a second time. A gun would probably do little against the supernatural, but at least you felt better with it in your hands. You dredge quietly through the house, turning on the light of every room and hallway you entered, gun ready by your side.
A silhouette lingers on the other side, the knocks now pounding through the air. With one hand you grab the doorknob, twisting it as you point the barrel of the gun with your other hand. One swift pull and it opens-
“Yoongi?!” You nearly shriek, heart pounding from the adrenaline. The detective was your ghostly visitor? He stands soaked from head to toe, shivering in the cold as he pushes into the warmth of your mansion.
“Took your time little love,” he shatters through gritted teeth.
“What the hell are you doing at my house, in the middle of a storm, at midnight?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” he says as if that concluded the conversation.
You pause for a second to give him another chance but he doesn’t say another word.
“I’m failing to see how that explains what you’re doing here,” your eyes narrow, but your suspicious tone fades the more you watch him shudder.
He’s searching for the words to explain himself, eyes at the floor sheepishly as if he’d find the answer there before he feels you take his hand, looking at you in surprise.
You lead him through the mansion to your still dark bedroom, bringing him to the bed as he looks at you with wide eyes, his shivering skin stills. Hands on his shoulders you push him to sit, turning away from him. He resists the urge to pull you back, but his eyes never leave you, even when you disappear in the ensuite. He stares at the empty doorway longingly, waiting obediently for you to return even if his skin itches to follow.
He fights a smile when he sees you come through with multiple towels in your arms, the light of the bathroom behind you making you look like the heavenly body he knows you to be. Especially in that white silk nightgown, it’s like you were expecting him, wearing his favourite colour.
“Take the shirt off,” you instruct him when you stand in front of him, his legs spreading to invite you to come closer.
He shakes his head, the dare in his eyes clear, he wants you to do it. The officers were the ones to desire your care, the detectives were the ones that needed to be at your every disposal but Yoongi found himself wanting to experience what the maknaes craved for once.
You let out an exasperated sigh, throwing the towels next to him before you grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off before covering his body with one of the towels. He can feel the shape of your hands through the material, his heart hammering at your touch. You leave the larger towel over his shoulders like a shroud, grabbing another one for his hair.
“Shouldn’t I take the bottom half off too?” He breathes airly, teasing you.
You don’t reply but he can feel your skin heat. His hands grab your waist, pulling you closer as you dry his hair. His fingers are cold, your warmth so welcoming he presses his face into you, you can feel his lips graze the silk on your sternum, his nose buried between your breasts. You can feel every breath, the sensation makes you freeze, swallowing hard.
He moans disapprovingly when you stop, nudging his nose against your chest to get you to continue, but your heart is pounding so hard you’re sure he can feel it. He doesn’t miss it, nor the way your thighs rub together, his little ministrations making an ache run through your core. He presses kisses through the material, testing your patience, his hands running up and down your sides.
You push the towel back, removing it from his head when you decide it’s dry enough. He looks up at you with hooded eyes, the sight of him taking your breath away. His chin rests on your chest, his arms wrapping around you to keep you from leaving him, your hands on his shoulders as if you were holding yourself back.
“I don’t have any spare clothes for you,” you mumble looking away from his intense gaze.
“I can always wear something of yours, little love,” he suggests cheekily, making you smile. “Are you going to let me leave naked?”
“Your clothes won’t be dry until the morning,” you state, insinuating the obvious as subtly as you could.
He hums in agreement, the vibration felt through your skin making it tingle. You can’t help it, he’s so pretty in the low lights, your palms caress his face, his tongue wetting his lips.
“I really can’t sleep in these,” he chuckles, glancing down to his still wet bottom half.
“So take them off and sleep here,” you say, making him stare at you in want before your next words disappoint him a little, “I’ll sleep in the guest room.”
His eye brow rises, you’d give up your bedroom for him?
“Why don’t we both just sleep here?” It’s a question but it didn’t sound like one. “Or are you worried you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself, dove?“
You narrow your eyes playfully, a smirk evident on your lips that drove him crazy.
“I think it's the other way round, detective.”
The both of you laugh lightly.
“You have no idea,” he admits.
—
“I hear Yoongi hyung has been sleeping round often, little love,” Namjoon doesn’t look away from his menu as he speaks but he can see you in his peripherals bringing your menu higher to hide your whole face. “I hear Hobi and Jin hyung have fought for the spot on the other side of you a few times as well.”
You clear your throat, bringing down the booklet to meet him face on, he mirrors you, waiting for your response.
“Should we order fries?” You ask him seriously, making him laugh out loud while you fight yours down. You can’t hide the proud smirk at using his own words against him.
“Taehyung and the others are complaining about not being able to stay over yet,” he informs you once he catches his breath, his tone warning you of the drama the younger three could bring.
“What about you?” you ask without looking his way.
“I get these dates with you as part of our agreement,” he places a hand over yours, making you meet his reassuring gaze. “I’ll come over when you want me to.”
You nod, thinking to yourself maybe tonight was that night, there was nothing stopping you.
“Isn’t your boss going to say something about you being seen with me?” It was something you were interested about, surely the chief of police would come to know of the dynamic shift in your relationship, especially when you did very little to hide it. “Won’t he want to shut your task force down? Or hand it over to someone else because you’re very obviously compromised.”
He’s about to respond, mouth open but his phone rings in his jacket making him frown. He put it on ‘do not disturb’ with only a few numbers able to ring through for emergencies only. He doesn’t want to but he takes the mobile out, looking at caller ID before answering.
“Jimin?”
Seconds of silence pass before his blank expression changes. You watch his jaw clench, his once happy gaze turning piercing, as if the very air in front of him had offended him.
You touch his arm, not even aware of your actions, but you can feel the frown of concern on your face.
“I’ll be right there,” he says before ending the call.
“What’s wrong?” You don’t miss a beat, knowing that fire in his eyes was deadly.
“Nothing,” he mutters, obviously lying, his gaze evading yours.
“Namjoon, I’m not stupid; what’s happened?”
Again he’s interrupted before he can answer, the door of the restaurant slamming open as a figure rushes through.
“Boss!” Baekhyun yells, running towards you both holding your ‘work’ phone in the air. You put a security detail on you both, knowing your enemies might be watching.
“Don’t take the call,” Namjoon warns, about to leave but now held back by your stupid henchmen causing complications.
“What is going on?” You ask him again, giving him the chance to come clean about whatever it was.
He doesn’t answer, but his eyes beg you not to take that call. You don’t hesitate to take the phone, holding it to your ears and listening without a word of greeting. The trepidation in your stare turns to shock.
“Love, it’s a trap,” the Captain says in a low tone. “We can take care of it.”
“The fuck are you going to,” you seethe back, ending the call without responding to whoever was on the other line. The fire in his eyes echoes in your own, a terrifying blaze that cemented why you were the kingpin of Seoul.
—
“I think you’ve hit him enough,” Leo sighs.
“The bastard won’t stop looking like a rabid mutt,” Michael spits, another whack heard through the air as his fist meets skin. “He disrespected me at that meeting, he needs to learn how to look at his masters.”
“That bitch is going to have your head if you bruise him anymore,” his left hand man says, bored to pieces.
There’s a growl from the ground at the derogatory term where the officer sat with his back to the wall, his hands tied behind him with rope burning into his skin as he pulled against the restraints. His eyes hold murder for the two mob men, but hes beaten silence with another kick.
“She needs to learn her place as well,” Michael goads the officer, leaning down and spitting on his face. “A bitch and a mutt, you both belong together.”
Jungkook tries to lunge at him but he expects it, throwing the officer back against the wall harshly. Blood dripped from his lip and temple like a faucet, his ribs were purple, he was winded, but he knew, he was going to tear these fuckers apart with his bare hands once he got out of these restraints.
“You have to admit,” Leo laughs, “she picks her men well, how many of ours did we lose trying to capture him and the other one.”
“She’s lucky the small one escaped, because I’m not letting this one live,” he responds. “Call it compensation for all the men we lost because of them.”
The sound of metal creaking cuts through the air, their eyes turning to the warehouse door sliding open.
“We have our guest!” Michael announces before addressing the battered body, “let’s see what your life is worth.”
The heavy fog from outside falls into the space once the door opens. It enters before you, a cloud in front of your silhouette, making you appear larger than what you were, like they were witnessing the form of your power beyond your human body.
“Y/n-”
Leo barely forms your name out of his mouth before a shot whips the air, a hole butchered between his eyes. His comrade’s jaw drops, not expecting such a final testament. He takes too long to reach his weapon in a panicked fumble, another blast echoing against the walls before he falls to the ground with a thud screaming.
“You bitch!” his hands drop the gun, clutching his thigh where the bullet pierced. Another bang and his arm takes the hit, an unhuman shriek of pain reverberating around him. Out of the fog you emerge, the barrel of your gun pointed to his head.
“I told you,” there wasn’t a soul behind your voice, just the promise of death. “I would rip the skin off your skull if you touched a hair on his head.”
Jungkook told himself not to fall unconscious, he couldn’t miss a single moment of this, but blood was rushing to his groin with your menacing aura, making him dizzy. He grins sadistically when your victim tries to crawl back with every step you take towards him, his perspective the opposite of the officers. From where Jungkook lay against the wall you looked like an angel, to the dying man on the ground you were Death, you were a demon, you were every bit of fury you promised him.
“I’m going to skin you alive for what you’ve done to him, Michael,” you vow, stepping on his foot with your heel. He cries out, begging for mercy but knowing his sins were unforgivable. Through your eyes he could see nothing, a void of darkness, how do you plead to a soulless being?
The second you step away from his form your men flock into the room, dragging him out to deliver him to your torture room. The instructions were clear, give him no mercy, but keep him alive, and in no way were they going to disobey you. You pay the yelling no attention, rushing to Jungkook, kneeling on the floor beside him.
“I thought I told you to stop getting hurt for me,” you whisper, your thumb on the corner of his bleeding lip.
He grins like a madman, not caring about the pain when you look at him with so much care and worry. He swore it was like deja vu, the conversation during your hospital visit replaying in his mind.
“Are you going to kiss it better for me again?” he smirks, leaning into your touch with hooded eyes on your lips. You caress his cheek, giving into his wishes before you press a kiss to his forehead.
“I’m so sorry you got hurt baby,” you breathe, your eyes watering as you take in his state. You hear him gasp, looking at him worriedly as if you caused him more pain. His heart thumps in his chest but it feels like it's in his throat, you’re making him lightheaded, his eyes glazing over as he fought off the darkness that wanted to swallow him whole and take him away from this moment.
“Call me baby again,” he mumbles, his eyes starting to flutter. His mind, body and soul is so captivated and consumed by you he misses the commotion around him, the hands pulling him onto the stretcher, the voices of his hyungs. “Call me ba-by a-ag-”
—
You barely moved from his side when he woke, he didn’t let you. Every time you tried to leave him he would try to rip out his IV to follow you, to the point where you gave in and asked the others to grab some things for you to stay over at the hospital with him. You didn’t want to leave him, but there was a man waiting for you that you promised you would torture until he died. You always kept your word, Michael might be thinking you were going to spare him, and you couldn’t have that.
“No.” He’s final, his cheeks sucked in, his nostrils flaring. His grip on your hand tightens at the prospect of you not being here with him.
You sigh, it had already been a week of this but at least slowly he was getting better. He sits up more easily now, arms encircling your waist where you sat on the bed, his cheek pressed against your shoulder.
“Why do you want to leave me?” His voice is so small and insecure.
“I don’t,” you reassure him, your fingers going through his hair.
With each hand placed on the sides of his head, you pull him back to look at you. Those doe eyes were swimming with emotion, the veins in his arms protruding as he held onto you so hard, scared you were going to step away.
“But, I promised that bastard a lot of pain,” you explain, “and I can’t stand the idea he’s still alive baby.”
He inhales sharply at the nickname, his gaze moving to your lips as he feels a heat go through him. He wanted to moan, he could feel it rise in his throat but he swallowed it down. He was getting way too worked up over something so simple, but you meant it right? You called him baby, your baby, you were claiming him, you wanted him, that’s what it meant right?
“I want a kiss,” he murmurs his demand, hooded eyes still caught on your lips as he leans in and takes what he wants. It's slow but it's deep, he lets you take control and you don’t let him take it too far, scared he was going to hurt himself more. The frustrating thing was, he wished you would, and the truth of the matter, he was feeling well enough to be discharged, he just didn’t want to. Leaving this hospital meant you would part ways with him, at least here he got to keep you to himself, all your attention, all your care, it was his. It was pathetic but every time those miserable doctors or nurses came to check on him he acted as if he was in enough pain that they had to keep him in.
He groans in disapproval when the door slides open to his private ward (paid for courtesy of you), and you stop kissing him, holding him back when he tries to chase your lips as you turn to greet whoever had come to visit.
“Jiminie!” You grin happily at the new arrival as he takes in the sight of Jungkook attacking your cheek with his lips trying to get to your mouth while you struggle to control him. He giggles, smiling so brightly and innocently you almost believe he was an angel.
The doors slide open again, two more figures walking through before stopping in their steps at the sight.
“Aww is little love struggling to control her baby,” Hoseok sniggers, finding it amusing especially when Jungkook whines for your attention. Jin doesn’t laugh but you can see the amusement in his eyes, as well as the approval, how long had they waited for you to be with them like this? If he knew this was what it took, he would’ve sent the maknae and himself into danger eons ago. If anything he was envious of the care you provided the youngest, but he was noting it all down ready to ask you for the same when his time came. Maybe he needed to fake the flu, or take a bullet somewhere not too vital, then you would coo and cry over him too.
“Why are you all here?” Jungkook huffs insolently, his attention for a moment on the older two detectives while Jimin slips you something.
“You’ll see in a second,” Jin smiles sadistically, not an ounce of sympathy for the officer when he was getting all this time with you.
“What-”
He hears the clicking before he recognises the sound, his hands reaching for you but it's too late, you slip out of his hold with an apology in your eyes.
“Noona no,” it's half a demand, half a plea, but the panic in his features only grows when he takes in you’ve cuffed one of his hands to the side of his bed. He tries to follow after you but is obviously restrained. “Don't leave me!”
He starts crying, trying to pull on the cuff with all his might as he stumbles after you, one foot on the ground, one still stuck on the bed at an obtuse angle.
“Please! Stay here!” He’s yelling, bawling his eyes out like a toddler having a tantrum, and you knew whatever reassuring words you said would have no affect on him, so you threaten him instead.
“Stop pulling on the cuff Jungkook or you’ll hurt yourself again,” you say calmly, loud enough for him to hear you over his wailing but you don’t shout. “I’ll be back in a moment, wait patiently.”
As an act of defiance he tugs against it even more, making your gaze turn ice cold. He shudders, sniffing momentarily caught by the sudden shift. You step towards him, and for a second he believes or foolishly hopes you’ve given in to him again.
“If there's so much as a single cut or bruise on that wrist,” you warn, “I’m never calling you baby again.”
You swiftly turn away without another word. Jin and Hoseok, the maknaes new watchers fight back laughter at the expression on their youngest and the immediate obedience as he calms himself, checking his wrist already for any signs of harm as you and Jimin walk out to skin a bastard alive.
“Hyung,” Jungkook calls for Jin’s attention, looking a little spaced out as he comes to terms with his new circumstances. “Can you get my discharge papers ready?
—
Blood, red, pungent and plenty, ran with the water into the drain, but it was unending. The pair of you were covered from head to toe in it, Jimin holding you close, your back pressed against his chest under the faucet. Kisses on your arm, on your shoulder under the steam, this was heaven, and he didn’t want it to end.
“I thought you said you were helping,” you chuckle when his lips move to your back, pushing your hair out of the way when he kisses up the back of your neck.
“I am helping,” he murmurs against the skin, not wanting to part from you for a second.
“Mmmhm sounds like an excuse Jiminie,” you tease, making him smile, you feel it stretch even though you can't see it, before he schools it into a pout.
“I got hurt too,” he whines softly. “And you spent all that time with Jungkookie instead of me.”
He didn’t really mean it, although he did feel a bit left behind when all your attention was taken by the maknae, but he held himself back not wanting to be selfish when the youngest was hurt much more than he was. You turn to him with his arms still wrapped around you, your fingers entwining behind his neck. The jet of water on his head making him struggle to keep his eyes on you but he fought it. The sight of him like this was sinful, but you kept your composure the best you could.
“I’m so proud of how well you fought them off,” you say with your lips touching his lightly, your finger grazing his jaw.
He keens at your praise, his already hard length pushed against you harder as he shivers breathlessly. You looked at him the way he looked at you, adoration beaming through your eyes, that same sick infatuation he held. He moans, burying his head in your neck, the sensations too overwhelming for him.
“I didn’t get caught,” he says, egging you on for more compliments and you concede.
“My Jiminie did so well,” you agree, humming pleasantly as he resumes placing his kisses wherever he can reach.
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“What do you mean security check?” Taehyung growls at the henchmen at the door. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”
You fight a smirk at his tone, the way he was glaring at the guard with his fists by his sides. The taskforce formed to bring you down had given your men the day off, deciding to come with you to the deal today since they didn’t trust anyone else to keep you safe.
“My apologies Ma’am but after the recent shooting, boss isn’t going to talk to you until he knows it's safe,” Ha-Joon says, smiling like he were discussing something arbitrary like the weather.
The boys instantly don’t like him, there was something perverted about his whole demeanour, they swore he kept glancing down at your form to check you out.
“Dongwook and I have been friends for a long time, he knows I would never shoot first, not without a warning,” you grin back cheekily, “but I’ll respect his wishes out of the goodness of our friendship.”
You step away from them towards him, Jimin holding onto your arm to stop you but you tell him with your gaze it was okay. Ha-Joon spins you to face the seven whose eyes watch your every move as his hands graze your arms searching for anything concealed before holding them out.
“You know Y/n,” he whispers to your ears so they can’t hear but they can see his lips move, their jaws clenching as their patience runs low. They know they promised they would behave but this was becoming dangerous.
“You’ve always been my ideal type,” he confesses, making you stifle your laughter, he picked the wrong time and place to say that. The gazes in front of you, completely enraptured by your whole being, was arousing you, especially the storm of jealousy you could see forming around them.
They burn a hole into his skull with their stare, his hands touch and travel down your sides, it made their nostrils flare, how would you be concealing anything in such a tight fitting dress? He kneels down as his hands caress your waist, down to your thighs which were bare under that short fit, they can see him smirk, the fury coming to a boiling point.
It’s when the fucker’s hand slides up your inner thigh under your dress that you hear a bang, flinching but not scared you look down to see him shot in the head. Namjoon was so quick with the gun you barely saw him move.
“Joonie, are you trying to start a war?” You whine, pouting at the police captain.
“We’ll cover it up,” his voice is heavy with rage but he tries to conceal it, not that you couldn’t see it in his eyes, in all of their eyes as they glare at the body at your feet, imagining tearing him from limb to limb.
You shake your head in disbelief, smirking at how obviously territorial they were being. You step towards the Captain, arms coming to wrap around his neck. You take him by surprise when you kiss him, but he responds vigorously, moaning into your mouth as he holds you tightly against him. The way his lips move turns you on quickly, they were so loving and loyal, look at the proof bleeding out on the floor. You press yourself against his toned body harder, wanting to be as close to him as you could.
His mouth travels down your neck, open kisses turning into sucking and nibbling making you moan out into the open air, hand fisting in his hair.
“Are you both going to fuck here?” Taehyung’s voice barely snaps you out of your lust haze, his tone heavy and deep. His hooded gaze matches yours as you look at him, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he drinks in the show you both are putting on.
You almost whine when Namjoon parts from your neck, the pair of you breathless staring each other down with heated gazes.
“Let’s go home,” you say, making a smile adorn his face, before he buries his head into your neck.
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The one where Jin wants to quit but then you show up.
Pairing: Jin x you (gn)
Word Count: 730 (it's so long!)
Rating: PG-13
Jin walked into the office he'd dedicated his life to for the better part of a year completely content with the idea of giving his notice.
He hadn't been happy and had found another job that paid a little less, but had better benefits and was closer to his home.
All he had to was give his notice and deal with the next two weeks.
It would be awkward, but his employer was a mature professional. It'd be fine.
It's gonna be fine.
He sat his briefcase on his desk and laid his suit jacket over the back of his chair and made his way to his boss' office with his notice.
It's gonna be fine.
Fine. Fine. Fine. It's all fine.
It's all gonna be….
He passed by a desk with a small plant in a Pokémon ball. That was new. Had they hired someone on? Well, if they had, they were going to be his replacement.
A twinge of guilt crept into his shoulders, making them tighten as he continued on.
Yes, the company was trying to get the resources needed to handle the workload, but with the unemployment rates as they were, they could have found someone to bring on long before now.
His pace slowed.
Maybe they had recognized his dimmed personality and did what they could to keep him on.
He breathed in deeply and cleared his mind.
His new job was in the entertainment field, something he'd been interested in since childhood. It was the perfect timing to make the switch.
You don't owe this place any loyalty. They'd replace you in a heartbeat. Just…
"Ah, Jin!" His boss came from around a corner with a broad smile upon his face and clapped his hand on Jin’s shoulder. “Just get in? Wonderful! I have a few things to talk to you about.”
“Oh, actually, sir?” Jin fell into step with him as he followed him down another hallway towards the slew of meeting rooms.
“We just made a deal in Japan, so your workload is about to get a bit heavy, but so is your wallet!” His boss laughed and put a hand on his shoulder to steer him down another hallway, leading them towards the break room.
More money would be nice, but the extra work wouldn’t be. He’d already given so much….
You don’t owe him any loyalty. You have to look after yourself.
“Sir, I have something to tell you….”
“So, we brought on someone who can help take the more tedious tasks off your plate so you have the bandwidth to handle this account. It’s important that our new clients know we have the best person looking after them.”
Jin cursed under his breath.
Stay strong…..
“Sir?” Jin felt his throat grow tight as the spot between his shoulders began to ache and a headache blossomed at the back of his head. “This is important!”
His boss ignored him. “You’ll be given a six week training period that will be split between training your new assistant and three weeks for you to learn all the products so you’re well prepared.”
A new assistant? Not a coworker?
“Ah! Found you!” His boss stopped in front of the desk with the potted plant and laughed when you stood and bowed your head respectfully.
Jin felt his shoulders drop with his jaw when he saw you hold your hands before you and allowed a small smile playing on your lips.
Wow….
If angels were real, he was certain he heard them singing.
"This is your assistant, Y/N. Y/N, this is Kim Seokjin. We all call him Jin.”
His boss’ voice faded as he stared into your eyes, not caring if he looked like a love sick puppy.
Maybe he could stay.
Just a little longer.
“What was it that you had to tell me, Jin?”
Jin blinked, coming back to reality and shook his head with a breathy laugh as his mind raced. “I had a breakthrough on the macro I’ve been working on.”
“Ah, wonderful! Schedule a meeting and please include Y/N.”
Jin let his eyes fix on you again, excited about work again and smiled as he nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, sir.”
His boss smiled and turned to you as Jin walked towards his desk, loosening his tie slightly as he sank down into his chair and sighed.
Wow.
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Jin.
How could it be possible that a man with no unnatural powers would be at the centre of a family of supervillains? Few know, but fewer still question it. It goes unsaid that Jin is indispensable to Namjoon, and an integral part of the safe haven that is filled with the most dangerous men in Seoul.
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seokjin calls you out of the blue on a regular workday… he just wants to show you something
description/tw: seokjin drabble / ~0.9k words / seokjin x reader (f) / fluff / established relationship / slice of life? / inspired by a scene in a kdrama / non-idol au
“Do you think you can sneak out for literally just five minutes?”
A quiet, productive day at work was made far more enjoyable by a random call from your boyfriend, who rushed straight to the point with his question. “I want to show you something,” he quickly added.
It hadn’t even been a complete minute since Seokjin called, but you were already outside your building on the busy Seoul street, watching the pastel cherry blossom petals fall onto the pavement on the beautiful spring day. Had Seokjin not called, you doubted you'd have caught such a perfect moment, and it was only made better by the fact that you were going to see him. It was hard to tell what you were waiting for, but you barely had time to wonder.
“JAGIYA!”
The all-too-familiar, loud, loving voice interrupted your peace and everyone else’s, coming from all the way from the corner of the block. Seokjin jumps into a sprint the moment you spot him, reaching you in seconds. You’d noticed how red his skin had been from afar, and his pause and panting as it faded to a lighter shade of pink before your eyes only confirmed that he’d been running the entire way there. Bending over with hands on his thighs and his head lowered, he tries to catch his breath.
“You okay?” you ask with a slight giggle, rubbing his shoulder. At that, he finally looks up and straightens himself, and it’s hard to think of anything else. Seokjin was handsome, so incredibly handsome that it never felt like a largely agreed-upon opinion but practically a fact. And just when you thought you’d gotten used to his beauty, here he was, looking better than ever, which you didn't think was even possible. His hair was a perfect mess of short, curly, and wavy locks, his skin glistening, and his white shirt so perfectly fitted onto his broad body - loose and tight in all the right places - with a couple of buttons undone. It was a crime to look that good, especially after what must’ve been a ten-minute run at least.
“Seokjin, you look…”
“Amazing, right?” he says with a smile, hiding a deep breath he had to take. “I know. That’s what I wanted to show you!”
Ever since you laid eyes on him, you’d entirely forgotten that he was there to ‘show you something,’ as he had said.
“I finished up my first meeting, caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror, and just thought I looked really sexy so I wanted to show you.” The smile on his face quickly turns into a smirk as he outstretches his arms. “Am I right, or am I right?”
“You’re right… you looked just as hot last night, though,” you tease, poking his chest. He quickly pulls you into a hug, and you don’t shy away from feeling his back beneath the fabric, clenching the soft cotton that clung to his muscles so well while resisting the urge to rip it off then and there.
Luckily for the both of you, he pulls away, resting his hands on your waist while you continue to hold onto his shoulders.
“I have another meeting in like 7 minutes, so I just ran immediately. I was halfway here before I stopped to think you might’ve been busy, and that’s when I called you. A video call wouldn’t have been enough. I wanted to see you….” he says, his voice lowering as he went on, staring intently at your lips before a loud car passing by reminded you both that you were in public. Seokjin’s eyes blink repeatedly, an everyday habit of his, now done as a response when snapped back into reality and away from his thoughts.
“And I mean, come on, we both know a video call wouldn’t be able to capture all this,” he says while gesturing to himself.
“But you do look extra handsome today, Seokjin. It's not fair. And it really isn't fair that I can't do something about it right now. What’s so different today? Have I seen this shirt before?”
“You have. I know I look… really good. I think it’s because I feel really good. I’m having a good day. My meeting went well, as I texted you, but I’ve been giddy all day. That’s why it went so well I think… I’m pretty sure it’s all because my day started out... perfectly,” he winks, immediately taking you back to the morning you’d spent in each other's arms before you each had to rush out and get to work. You rub his shoulder, smiling up at the beautiful soul you loved so much while he takes your hand and places a quick kiss on your knuckles. “How’s your day, honey?”
“Amazing, Seokjin. Nothing noteworthy from work - smooth sailing. This was the highlight of my day, bub,” you smile.
“I’m so happy, honey. So…..sexy, huh?”
“Extraordinarily.”
“Good. You too, as always,” he chuckles, kissing your cheek. “Listen, I gotta go. My next meeting starts in 5, and it’s 10 minutes away. I’ll see you later.”
You nod, slowly letting go of your boyfriend, who jogs back to the corner of the block, smiling wide when he turns back and sees you still standing there, watching him.
“Call me! I love you!”
Seokjin dashes off before you could reply. It was hard to not run after him, grab him by the hand and jump to the future you’d imagined together. To that shared dream of living in a seaside home when you’re older, spending your days doing nothing but your hobbies and each other. Still, if this was what a regular day being together would be like in the meantime, you’d safely consider yourself the luckiest, happiest person in the entire world.
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eagle-eyed | ksj
plot | That time Jin saw you arriving on set with someone else.
word count | 805
genres | fluff(?)
pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader
note | my first drabble about them in their pre-relationship era! this one's short but enjoy reading!
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It was around the first week of your filming for your second movie together, Lonely People.
Jin was just having a small chat with one of the crew guys from the sound department when he noticed an unfamiliar car arriving at the set. It’s not like he knows every vehicle in the set but this one caught his eye. It’s one of Bentley’s latest releases. So, whoever it is in that car does have a thick pocket. But he could not tell who it was. The glasses were tinted very dark.
Additionally, it was a very early call time, before four in the morning to be exact. The skies were still in deep shade of blue. The scene he is about to shoot with you includes a beautiful sunrise, that’s why.
When the car stopped in one of the less crowded spaces, a bit distant from where was Jin standing. he was surprised to see you got off the passenger side of the car. You were wearing a loose white button-up shirt, tucked in your high-waist jeans. Your hair was tied in a messy bun, which is fine since you still have to go in the makeup chair before getting in front of the camera.
He watched your back leaning in inside the car once again, as if talking to the mystery driver, before closing the door. Even though it’s a little dim, Jin catches a small glimpse of the driver. With a medium-sized coffee in hand and a shoulder bag on the other, you walked in the direction of the parked trailer. Jin said goodbye to the crew member he was talking with before following behind you.
“Hey, bub.” he greeted you.
“Oh, hello, Jinnie. Good morning.” Turning around, you smiled before leaning in to give him a friendly cheek kiss.
He didn’t mean to be weird. But that short interaction gave him a small sniff of a strong scent in your hair. It was familiar and he could tell that it was men’s shampoo. He tried to shake off any thoughts bubbling in his mind. Instead, he asked,
“Where’s Hailey?”
“She’s coming. We came with different cars, a friend drove me here,” you replied while typing in your phone before sipping in your coffee.
Jin reiterated, “A friend?”
His strange tone made you turn around to look at him. You stared at his face like you were studying his expression. He simply grinned.
“Yes, Jinnie. A friend,” you repeated, squinting, before walking again.
Jin continues to follow behind you until you stop in front of your trailer. He spoke again, “Well, your friend looks like the popular Kim Taehyung.”
Kim Taehyung is another well-known name in the industry. He is one of Hollywood’s favorite heartthrobs. Other than his works, he is also popular in gossip magazines with his ever-changing dating rumors. He is often captured by paparazzi hanging out with various actresses and personalities. His rumors often paint him as a womanizer.
As if the name was something illegal, you immediately looked around before pulling Jin, by his shirt, inside your trailer. You locked the door and eyed him.
You sighed, “Okay, it’s him. We’ve been seeing each other for like weeks now.”
Jin never knew how hard it was not to slump his shoulder until now. He didn’t want to look like he was disappointed or jealous because he wasn’t. He wasn’t. He. Wasn’t.
“And I really like him. He seems very nice and sweet too. Plus, we are enjoying the company of each other. But it would really suck if the media gets their hands on us. So, I’m begging you, Kim Seokjin. Please, don’t tell anyone about this.”
Pleading, you looked at him.
And your eyes. Your eyes were doing those things on him. Again. Every time you look at him, he always sees those sparkles that he cannot see with anyone else. It does things in him that usually include a million butterflies playing around in his stomach.
Feeling something stuck in his throat, he cleared his throat. The anxiety is written all over your face and he can understand why. Dating is hard in Hollywood. Privacy doesn’t exist for everyone here. But if you manage to keep a relationship secret, it can be really nerve-wracking to maintain it. And you saying this to him meant that you truly trust him. So, Jin exhaled through his nose. He raised his hand and acted to zip his mouth before throwing the imaginary key away.
He spoke, “I saw nothing, bub. What are you saying?”
Your expression relaxed while the corner of your lips turned upward. You wrapped your arms around his waist,
“Thank you so much, Jin. I appreciate it. A lot.”
“No problem, bub.” Jin hugged you back as he whispered, hoping it would hide whatever he was feeling.
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One Shot: Both Sides (KSJ)
Pairing: Jin x Reader
Tags: Friends to lovers, Fluff, crack, mentions of pining, mentions of pet dying, they’re so cute you guys :(((
Word Count: 3k
a/n: so i was randomly watching a youtube video one day when i stumbled upon a video from the channel jubilee; it was a series called both sides. it was about interviewing two people individually while they’re facing each other, but the other person has earbuds on (playing loud music). they can only read each other’s lips but they don’t get to hear what the other says. i went 'huh, that’d make for a really cute f2l fic trope' lol.
so that’s how this story was born. let me know what you think, and enjoy!
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We asked two friends some questions individually, to see both sides of their story.
You and Jin walk to the chairs designated for you.
"Wait – I get this chair so it shows my best side." You say, as you nudged Jin aside before he could even take the seat to the left of the camera.
"Fine. Both sides are my best sides, so I don’t mind." He replies, and the sound of the staff chuckling behind the camera is heard.
He sits down on the opposite chair as the camera zooms in on you jokingly rolling your eyes.
It cuts to you guys introducing yourselves.
"Hi, I’m Kim Seokjin." He says to the camera, but his eyes wander awkwardly and he hides his face a little before chuckling.
"This is kinda embarrassing." He says.
"Hi! I’m ___." You speak to the camera with a slight chirp and even a wave when it pans toward you.
"You’re good at this." Jin’s voice says off camera.
"I barely said anything," you remarked as you got handed the noise-canceling headphones and let out a small thank you and bowed to the staff.
"Oh! So we’re getting started right away?" Says Jin
How did you guys first meet?
His side
Jin was about to answer when you started bobbing your head furiously.
"I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights," you whisper-sing and then mouthed the next line before laughing at Jin’s annoyed face.
"She chose this playlist, didn’t she?"
"Uhm.." It cuts to Jin looking at you as he thinks, "I think it was freshman orientation week? Yeah, I remember her approaching me and asking if she was in the right philosophy class. She sat next to me, and then after that, she started sitting next to me the rest of the semester. That was six years ago."
The clip shows you leaning forward a little with a focused look as you stare at his face.
"She’s trying to read my lips." Jin covers your view of his mouth with one hand. "And it’s just the first question."
It cuts to you handing the phone and headphones to Jin. "Careful with that; it’s really loud."
Her side
"I sat next to him in philosophy class during freshman year because I thought--" you chuckle and cover your mouth, "he seemed like the type of guy who gets really good grades. He had this really cute pink baseball cap on and a pair of glasses. I thought he looked quite handsome."
You pause for a bit, and with widened eyes, you slap your palm on your mouth. You looked at the staff behind the camera and said, "Wait! I just realized he’s gonna watch this and hear that I called him handsome." You mutter a small damn it that was caught by the mic.
Meanwhile, Jin sat up straight and looked back and forth between you and the staff.
"What? What’s going on?" He says, and the staff’s laughter can be heard.
"You’re. an. idiot." you slowly mouth to him, and he focuses on reading your lips.
"You’re an idiot?" he whispered under his breath before realizing what you said and leaning back against his chair. He rolled his eyes at you and flipped you off, but his hand was blurred out by the editor.
Both sides
"Oh! Right—see, it was that philosophy class wasn’t it?" He says with a clap of his hands.
"Yeah, yeah – do you remember what I was wearing?" You asked him and fiddled with the headphones.
"Uhhh.. it was like a dress, like a floral dress?"
"What?!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening, "I never– what?"
He rolls his eyes,"Yes, it was a floral dress, remember? Orientation week."
"Orientation week?"
"Yes!" he lets out an exasperated laugh, "You asked me if it was Mr. Song’s philosophy class."
"Oh my god, that was you?!" You laugh. "I was wondering why you said dress. Yes, I wore a dress once but only during orientation week, but I don’t remember talking to you." You laugh again. "I just remember your pink cap, was that not orientation?" You add
"That was the second week, you idiot. You wore a hoodie then." He retorted.
What is your most fond memory of your friendship?
His side
"I was dealing with a really bad breakup – like, I think this was four years ago? Yeah," he scratches at the back of his neck "but I had to write something for this screenwriting class I was taking, so I locked myself up in my dorm room and didn’t contact anyone. I buried myself with schoolwork and barely did anything outside of that – even sleeping or eating." He chuckles as he looks back on the memory.
"Then two days later, she comes banging on the door, telling me to get my shit together. It was harsh, actually–sort of like a tough love situation. But I needed that. I was neglecting myself – and it took her snapping at me like that to wake me up. I think I was on the brink of passing out from over-fatigue, but she saved me from that."
"She stayed with me, made sure I was eating and staying hydrated. She even slept on the couch at one point just to make sure I was getting enough sleep as well—yeah, that was…" He trails off and chuckles as he looks at you, swaying your body side to side to what he assumes is a Michael Bublé song [he was certain it was in your playlist somewhere].
"I would say it was a fond memory because it really solidified her place in my life. Like– relationships come and go, you know? But I knew I wanted her to stay in my life forever, to snap me out of it when I’m spiraling out of control." He continues.
Her side
You fiddle with the phone a bit before sitting back in your chair.
"Frank Sinatra. So he gets distracted and doesn't try to read my lips" You say to the camera, and then a satisfied smile when he starts mouthing the words to ‘Fly Me To The Moon’.
"When our family dog Chichi died and I was in the middle of an important 3-day seminar in a different city," you start off. "I couldn’t go home for the weekend at that time because of it, so he offered to go for me—at my family home, I mean. So he drove there and stayed with my family, video calling me almost the entire time just so I could feel present. It really felt like I had sent Chichi away properly, you know? even if I wasn’t there.
"Needless to say, my grandma has been very fond of him since then. She told me that if Jin and I had a falling out for whatever reason, she would keep him and disown me." You laugh and throw your head back a little, earning a small smile from Jin.
"So I was like, damn, okay, I’m keeping him for life I guess. Don’t wanna disappoint grandma, you know?"
Both Sides
"What did you say?" You ask as Jin places the phone and headphones on his lap and he ruffles his hair.
"The one– my breakup with *beep* " Jin panics slightly and turns to face the producer, saying, "Wait, can you please bleep that out, I don't want my ex to know." He squeaks out a laugh
"Wait but for real, when I got that call from Joon—that was his dorm mate by the way—I got really worried." You recall with a slight frown.
"Oh, yeah—I was so annoyed because it was like, 'You dare become dehydrated? Not on my watch!’" You said with a laugh.
"Yeah." He smiled fondly, "What about you?"
"Chichi," you say with a pout, and he coos.
"Right, yeah." He said in a small voice. "But hey, me and granny had the time of our lives that weekend, I ate so many cookies." He adds with a grin.
"Whatever." You rolled your eyes.
Were there any big fights you can remember?
His Side
Jin lets out a boisterous laugh, his body leaning forward and almost falling off the chair. The camera catches you looking at him, brows furrowed in confusion and a little concerned.
"I-" Jin stops and coughs a little, then looks at you, knitting your eyebrows at him. "Fucking cheesecake." He says, and your laughter can be heard off camera—as it is currently zoomed in on him.
"I know she’s gonna think of the same story, so I’m letting her tell it." He let out some of the residual laughter left in him before asking you to take off the headphones.
Her Side
You were laughing uncontrollably that it was kind of hard to breathe.
"Wait, that is it?" You ask as he asks for the headphones and nods. You put it on his head and smile.
"Sorry, I just—I saw him mouth the word cheesecake and I lost it."
The scene cuts to you shaking your head, "See, I knew it would be a question like that." You giggle.
"So. The Cheesecake incident," you start off. "It was one of those times in college when everyone was stressed—it was one of those ‘hell weeks’ as we call it. So, tension and stress were high for everyone, and we were no exception. One day after class, I went home to find him munching on something in my apartment’s kitchen.
"So a little context for this, there’s this really good bakery two hours away from campus, and whenever I go there I buy a whole thing of this amazing, out of this world cheesecake.
"So I saw him and I was like, ‘hey! Is that my fucking cheesecake?’ He said ‘yeah’ and immediately I started yelling at him about how it was so inconsiderate of him to eat it without my permission, and then he started going off about 'it's just a fucking cheesecake!’" You laugh and look at him trying to look innocent.
"So at one point, we were fighting over the box of cake in the kitchen, and of course, it plomps to the floor – I mean, what else do you expect to happen?
"So it fell on the floor right, and at that moment we just stopped and stared at it – then at each other. A few moments later, he grabs his fork and sits down – he starts eating it off the floor!" You cover your face with your hands.
"I don't know what dawned over me because I got my own fork and ate with him – we both looked like fucking idiots. We started apologizing to each other because, I swear to god we have never yelled at each other that much since we met." You started laughing uncontrollably again, and then waved your hand.
"Wait! Disclaimer, we ate the parts that didn't touch the floor – I don't want people to think we're disgusting."
Both Sides
“You told them about the cheesecake?”
“Yeah.”
“Good times.”
What is the biggest secret that you’ve never told the other person?
His Side
"Oh god, here we go. Is this the last one?" He asks someone off screen.
"Right. Save the juiciest for last."
He contemplates a little before talking.
"So uhm… fuck." He laughs nervously.
"I.. It was three years ago. We were hanging out in her apartment, and I guess she saw it from the internet because she was on her phone at that time.
"She asked me if I would still be friends with her even if she was a worm." He started giggling and shaking his head. "So fucking stupid. Anyway, I immediately said no, and she just rolled her eyes at me and moved on.
"But it got me thinking, reevaluating what she means to me, and then it struck me. I would love her no matter what. I would love her even on days when she's so cranky she doesn't even like talking to me. I would love her on days we're both so stressed that we eat cheesecake off the floor." He throws his head back in laughter.
"I'm in love with her— fuck I'm in love with her." He looks at you with your eyes closed, swinging your body to a mellow song.
Her Side
"Oh! Here we go. I was waiting for that one." You said that and faced him. You saw him look intently at you, like he was gonna try to read your lips to see what you would say. You let out an exhale before gesturing for him to close his eyes, and he does.
"So, remember what I said about that day I first saw him during Philosophy class? Yeah. I’ve developed a big fat crush on him since then. God, I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud.
"Okay, so it was a crush—was, because it did start out like that. But the thing is, not soon after that, he got into a relationship — and it was a serious one too. So that crush was crushed immediately." You wink at the camera. "Pun intended." Before proceeding, you check to see if Jin's eyes are still closed.
"It started out as a crush, but it lasted three years—and you know what they say about a crush lasting a certain time before it turns into something else? Yeah.. But then I drew the line at that three-year mark. I thought, ‘this cannot continue,’ and even after he and his girlfriend had broken up, I didn’t try to act on it, because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship." You laugh bitterly.
"Broke my heart, man. But I guess that’s on me. I was a coward." You dropped your gaze to your hands before letting out a breath of relief.
"Oh man, that felt so good to get off my chest." You smile at the camera briefly before switching your gaze to Jin.
Both Sides
Jin stretches his arms and lets out a grunt, "What did you say?"
"Oh, it was so juicy that you’re going to have to wait until this video comes out to find out." You reply while you wiggle your brows.
"Really? I bet it got nothing on what I had to say." He says to you in a low voice, looking at you intently.
"Doubt that. Guess we’re gonna have to find out, huh?"
The video shows a clip of the both of you posing silly for the camera, signaling the end of the video.
—
Jin taps the spacebar once and immediately snaps his body to face you.
"You…" he trails off, and a moment of silence surrounds you.
"I can't believe your romantic epiphany about me was triggered by me asking you if you'd still be friends with me even if I was a worm." You said, and just like that, the stiff tension between you was broken and he laughed.
A few beats of silence pass before he speaks again.
"You were in love with me?" he asks.
"You’re in love with me?" you ask back.
He rolls his eyes and says, "Don’t answer my question with another question."
You huff. "Fine. I was in love with you. Ugh, cringe." You roll your eyes playfully. He collects your hands and encloses them with his, forcing you to look at him.
"Hey, I know humor is your coping mechanism, but we have to talk about this."
You close your eyes for a moment before sighing. "Fine."
"Why didn’t you tell me?" He asks in a meek voice, as if he was scared.
"Because," you started off as you gestured with your hands, "like I said, I didn’t plan on acting on it. I didn’t want to risk this." You pointed at the two of you. "I was scared, so I stored it in a box and buried it in the deepest corner of my mind." You add.
You see a flash of hope pass through his eyes. "Then, will you dig it up? Will you try with me?" You don’t speak for a moment too long, so he brings your hands up to his lips and places a chaste kiss on it. "I love you, and I’m hoping you still love me too. I know it's scary, as you mentioned, but I'd like to give it a shot with you. I think—no, I know that we’ll be great together." He looks at you with a desperate look in his eyes, and you soften.
"Okay." You reply after a few seconds, and his eyes widen.
"Really?" His voice cracked and you felt your heart drop from your chest.
"Really, you idiot, I just told you." You rolled your eyes playfully at him, and he chuckled, leaning his forehead against yours.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks, and you don’t verbally reply but you lean in and go for it.
It felt perfect. It was the sweetest kiss you have ever experienced, and you’re glad you’re sharing it with him. It felt like the easiest thing in the world, like it was the most natural thing to do. You let out a small whine when he pulls away, but he cradles your cheek and you lean into his warmth.
"I still have that cap, you know? The one you thought I looked handsome in." He let out a devilish smirk.
"Shut up."
—
Bonus Post-credit scene
"and I take a deep breath and I get real high and I scream from the top of my lungs, What's going on?" Jin belts out as the staff adjusts the lighting since the outside was now darker as seen through the window. You scooched your chair closer and removed the headphones from his ears.
"Take this off for a second, you might ruin your eardrums." You placed the phone and the headphones on his lap, being careful not to get the cords tangled.
"Oop, okay." He shook his head and fixed his hair. He then brought up a hand to pinch your cheek.
"Thanks for looking out for me." He said in a soft voice.
You smile, your eyes crinkling up. "Always."
[Fade to black]
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end note: kyaaaa! Leave some comments, tell me what ya think!
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hi my name is orla!! i’m new to ff tumblr :)
17 | psych and literature student 💪🏾
fics based on bts!! x reader / ocs
i’ll probably do oneshots and requests
Black | GMT | Capricorn | She/They | ENFP
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CEO Jin is SO VERY NEAR
Above is the banner for my new fic, coming soon soon! We have officially passed the wordcount of the previous stories (25.7k), so this CEO installment is now the longest one in the series so far, and this will be the 5th of 7 total stories.
With my goal of posting CEO Jin tomorrow night (yes, tomorrow!) I wanted to link the CEO Series Masterlist
for anyone who wants to catch up on parts 1-4! Each part is a different BTS member with a different YN pairing, and in CEO Jin, the YN's all mostly have their names revealed to aid in the storytelling, though Jin's is not named in this one.
I'm so excited to release this, and honestly, i hope everyone reads it, even if it's not their bias, because i think the story itself is relatable to an extent and also it alludes to some things that will be important for the next story, Jungkook's!
Thank you for sticking with me.
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