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jinkookspencil · 4 months
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a way to wake | ksj
you're fast asleep and seokjin has to wake you up... an old method he used on his friend eventually comes to mind
description/tags/note: seokijn drabble / fluff + suggestive / established relationship / i had this idea in my head for a while, ever since i found out how jin used to wake up jungkook when they were younger... and i ended up writing the whole thing while stuck in traffic on a random afternoon / i am actively working on til you make it 2 whenever i have the time! i'm glad i took my time with it, i improved it in all this time and am still thinking of ways to improve it little by little / also, i often get ideas or scenarios in my head that could be mini pieces, not even a drabble - some are barely even 500 words. would you guys be interested in stuff like that? lmk!! / anyways, enjoy!! / edit: i edited this fic to make it even more suggestive. they both hint at yn wanting jin to wake her up by touching her.
wc: ~1.3k words
Seokjin didn’t have it in him. You were sleeping so peacefully beside him, as you had through all seven of your alarms, likely finally getting in a good rest after many sleepless nights… and he had to disturb it?
He knew he didn’t really have a choice - you were already running late. It wasn’t going to be a problem for Seokjin really, after you both showered, it’d only take him a couple more minutes at most to change into his suit. You, on the other hand, always needed some extra time to get ready, and that ‘extra’ time was getting shorter and shorter the more he let you sleep.
You’d want him to wake you up, he knew that for certain, as well as the fact that you would probably scold him as well as yourself for your sleeping in. That reminder is what finally got him to nudge and rub your shoulder.
“Jagiya?”
He repeats the action numerous times, raising the volume of his voice every time, but still, you slept.
“Honey,” he calls with a laugh, tickling your side, belly, and thigh. Your elbow twitches once, but never again despite him repeating the action over and over again. “We need to leave soon. You need to wake up now, darling.”
Nothing.
He gets up to pull open a bit of the curtains, letting sunlight stream in and disrupt the darkness of your bedroom.
Still, nothing.
Frustrated now, Seokjin pulls out his phone and quickly takes a photo of you sleeping - just for himself - before opening up the music app. He plays clips of several songs, and all you do is wince, sleeping through them as you did your alarms.
“Are you faking it?” he asks aloud to your sleeping body. “Jagi… if you’re faking sleep, I swear I won’t eat you out tonight. I’m serious.”
Nothing.
That definitely would’ve done it if you were faking sleep. Really, you had no reason to fake it - you'd panic at the mere thought of running late - but Seokjin couldn’t eliminate the possibility entirely. You could be a bit of a brat at times.
He half considers physically pulling you out of bed, throwing a plushie at you, or emptying a water bottle on you, until he remembers a failsafe. A way that couldn’t hurt you like manhandling could, nor anger you with wet pajamas and sheets.
Jungkook’s way.
Seokjin giggles to himself at the thought. He had never tried it on any of his exes in the past, just Jungkook, really. It wasn't uncommon for boys to do such a thing at that age, especially when they were playfully roughhousing, which, with Jungkook, happened every day and at any time of day. Seokjin always had the edge by starting off Jungkook's days just like that - it always did the trick... And considering the other similarities you shared with Seokjin's younger friend, it wasn’t something to dismiss entirely.
Slowly, he turns you until you’re lying entirely on your back against the mattress, facing the ceiling with shut eyes. He moves from his position next to you until he’s over you, straddling your body with a knee planted on either side of your hips. He never took on this position with Jungkook of course, and almost started regretting it already - you felt too good.
“Jagi,” he whispers, pulling away the blanket from your body and letting his hand graze the skin at your collarbone and your stomach by the hem of your pajama top. He kisses your neck once, calling your name. It was the final chance he'd give you before he’d pull the trigger.
And you didn’t budge.
He sighs in defeat, not holding back his smile any longer when he sees your hardened nipples peak through the thin fabric of your top. Ready. Just for him.
With his index finger and thumb on both hands, Seokjin pinches and fiddles with your raised buds for mere seconds before you shoot up, finally awake.
“Wh?! W..what the fuck?! Jin!” you yell, wriggling underneath your fiancé’s body as he laughs, tumbling over you.
“I can’t believe that worked,” he says between his giggles, stopping only when you lazily reach towards his chest. “YA! I only did that to wake you up. You slept through your alarms, bub. We’re running late.”
“WHAT?!” you yell, pushing him off of you and hurriedly searching for your phone. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner?
“I TRIED!” he protests, getting off the bed. “You slept like a rock. Who knew squeezing your nipples would finally do it? It’s what I used to do to Jungkook when we shared a dorm. Though, of course, I used to twist his nipples to the point where he was certain I detached them from his body somehow. I tried handling you with care, princess.”
“Couldn’t you have used your fingers somewhere else, Seokjin? A bit lower perhaps? You know, something Jungkook doesn’t have? Something you could only possibly do with your girlfriend?”
Seokjin stares at you. Despite the fact that you’d looked delectable asleep and under him already, the thought never occurred to him. Of course the thought wouldn’t occur to him. This wasn’t a conversation you had had together and he hadn’t gotten your consent or any hint that it’d be something you would want. Unless of course, he had been the reason you refused to wake up… Seokjin’s mind wanders with a desperate need within him to have the conversation then and there, knowingly unprepared if you’d admitted to it all. Wanting to be woken up that way. A dream, perhaps. They might have just forget the event altogether…
He begins following you around the room with pleas for a moment to talk, but you don’t turn back for a second until it is to do the exact opposite of handling him with care - dragging and pushing him into the bathroom.
Seokjin watches as you undress, doing the same and half hoping for a quickie, considering your eagerness. He almost felt his length begin to harden, but soon you’re pushing him once more, into the tepid shower with a loofah in hand. He tries to put his thought away for now, caring for your body in another way he felt so privileged to do. To maximize efficiency, you wash yourselves and one another before going about your routines at double the pace. Seokjin’s entirely dressed in minutes, save for his suit jacket, while you were still getting ready, wearing a lingerie set underneath a robe. Extra time for you, and extra time for him to admire you.
“Help me with my dress,” you command him, stepping into a dress he promptly zips up, but not before he drinks up the sight of you in brown silk and lace underneath. Stood behind you, he watches as you adorn yourself with jewelry but can’t stop his hand from snaking over your waist, softly cupping your breasts over the fabric of your dress. You don’t react save for a sharp inhale, continuing to adorn your look. You’re so stunning it almost brings him to his knees. He’d happily allow his body to get there, too, kneeling to tease you at the very least and at most, sneaking his head underneath your dress and pulling down your underwear - just for a taste. But instead, he nudges his head in the crook of your neck - softly kissing along the chain of your necklace. “Tell me, honey… were you dreaming of me? Is that why you didn’t want to wake up?”
You roll your eyes, playfully swatting Seokjin’s hand on your waist, his fake arrogance replaced with a wide smile in seconds. “We need to leave.”
“I made a promise,” Seokjin says, wearing his jacket. “While you were asleep. I made a promise.”
“Oh?” you question, spraying perfume on the two of you. The final touch.
“I said that if you were faking sleeping through your alarms, I wouldn’t eat you out tonight.”
The promise makes you stop in your tracks towards the front door, Seokjin getting there first with an intrigued expression on his face when he looks back. “Since you weren’t faking it, that means I have to do it. And since you slept through the many different ways I tried waking you up… I guess it seems I gotta get you to do something else.... gotta get you somewhere.... many different ways tonight…. Oh, and of course, you won't be faking it this time around as well.”
He’s unsure if the redness in your cheeks is heat flooding your system or makeup he simply hadn’t noticed a minute prior. As you make your way towards your fiancee, you see smugness only slightly present on his face, overshadowed by sincerity - that of a genuine promise. Your hands fiddle with Seokjin’s tie before resting on his chest.
“I didn’t realize dreams could manifest into reality that quickly.”
“I knew it,” Seokjin smiles, kissing your hand as his ears go red. The idea of you actually having a wet dream about him this long into your relationship… the fact that you’d dream of him and his body pleasuring yours, after only hours apart in sleep… it sent him into a frenzy.
“I mean, I know I’ll hear it tonight, but I kind of wish you’d been moaning my name in your sleep…”
“Well, you didn’t see my pajama shorts, did you?,” you whisper, flicking Seokjin’s nipple over his shirt. He winces but is quick to disregard the pain - his face flushed, and he suddenly doesn’t know what to do with his hands, trying to reach for your waist, thigh, or ass - you push him away.
“It was a very vivid dream, honey. Don’t you worry… I’ll tell you all the many different ways I want it. The ways you did it… And tomorrow, wake me up like it never ended.”
There it was.
“Can we stay in? We’re late already,” Seokjin whines. “We can get a head start. Morning to morning…” He feeling his knees buckling at the thought, slowly trying to pull you closer to him in persuasion. You don’t budge and open the door instead.
“You know we can’t…. Now’s your time to dream of me.”
The hunger within him only grew, already fantasising of the of the night to come. Now, he was in competition with himself and he’d make sure your reality is far better than anything you could dream of.
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borathae · 4 months
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“They were brothers brought together by tragedy and best friends separated by destiny. Seokjin, now freed of his Raven mark and unaware of his little brother’s whereabouts, visits the Queen’s castle with promises of healing the other freed Ravens. Jungkook, now living his life as the Queen’s Consort and uninformed of Seokjin’s fate, doesn’t know that today will be the day he will finally reunite with his bigger brother.”
Pairing: Best Friends!Jungkook x Seokjin | Seokjin x f.Reader OC 1 | Jungkook x f.Reader OC 2
Genre: Fantasy!AU, Slice of Life, Childhood Best Friends!AU, Found Family!AU, Royalty!AU, Queen Consort!Jungkook, Healer!Seokjin
Warnings: there is plot hehehe, they're best friends who got separated only to reunite again!!, they're like brothers, they share & talk about past trauma, hinted child abuse (they experienced it), but more than anyhing this is so healing and soft and lovely, Jungkook shows Seokjin the castle and Seokjin is all like "my lil bro is royalty now <3", they love each other so much like you guys they're brothers!!, they also bicker in typical jinkook fashion <3, i love this story so much you guys
Wordcount: 11.1k
a/n: because this is based on (and set after) their main stories, the boys each have a female lover which i won't name here because in their main stories it's supposed to be the reader but as a different OC each, you get me? i know you do. if you don't, just read their stories and come back to this. okay then, enjoy besties! istfg i love this universe so much :(
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Seokjin is nervous. It was his idea and yet he is still terribly nervous. He hasn’t been back in the castle since he climbed the walls and fled. It has been thirteen full moons since then and also thirteen full moons since he found his true destiny. She is with him today, because she will do most of the talking and work while he will assist her. She found him washed up by the riverbank next to her house and took him in. He was lucky because she was a healer – the trusted healer of the Queen even – and despite his past, she nurtured him until he felt whole again. His past, Seokjin aches in guilt when he thinks about it, is also the reason why he felt so nervous about today despite it being his idea.
He was a Raven once. A Raven of the Black Forest. The Ravens are a group of young boys and men poisoned by the twisted worldviews of their cruel leader Rafkan. He is one of the Nïuri, a peaceful people which use their immortality to nurture the earth, but not Rafkan as he uses his immortality to ruin young boys’ futures and kill innocent people. A black tattoo of a raven brands the members of Rafkan’s group and lets everyone know that the wearer was unlucky enough to fall into Rafkan’s hands.
Seokjin thankfully escaped his claws and managed to free himself of the marks which once ruined his chest.
The reason for today’s visit to the Queen’s castle was based on this exact mark. Most Ravens didn’t want to get tattooed. Most were not older than five when Rafkan drilled the tattoo deep under their skin, ignoring their screams of pain and cries for mercy. Seokjin still remembers how he screamed and cried as the thick needle repeatedly punctured his skin. He was seven.
With the help of Seokjin’s true destiny and forever partner, he was able to rid himself of the mark and he wants to grant the same opportunity to his fellow freed Ravens. It is well known in the Queendom that the Queen’s castle serves as refuge for many Ravens, who were lucky enough to escape Rafkan’s poisoned grip. Although Rafkan still tells his boys that the Queen and her late mother kill Ravens for sports, it isn’t the truth. Ravens get a second chance at the castle. They are free to stay in her castle and they are free to leave to wherever they crave to go. Seokjin could have stayed as well and he could have left if he wanted to, but back then he was still too stubborn to see that. So he fled in the dark of the night, swearing to himself never to return to the castle.
And now he is back. He is back at the place he swore never return to, but he isn’t guilty, he is just so very nervous. What if his idea fails? What if the marks of his freed brothers won’t fade? Seokjin watched it with own two eyes as his love removed it from his chest and yet he is scared that somehow the healing spell won’t work today.
There are also other worries plaguing him. He worries that he won’t be welcome at the castle anymore. That he will be captured and thrown into prison. His love assured him that this won’t happen, as she knows the Queen to be of very forgiving nature, but Seokjin was still nervous. He has been clutching his love’s hand ever since the castle gates came into view.
“Don’t be scared, my dearest”, she tells him, giving him a reassuring smile.
“I know, but I truly am. I do not want to be thrown into prison”, he says.
“There is no reason for that. Yes, you left in secrecy, but if the queen sees that you used your freedom to find happiness and a purpose, she will be happy”, she says and pulls him closer, “you will be alright, my dearest. And perhaps if we are lucky, Jungkook will be there as well.”
Seokjin smiles at the mention of his lost brother. He is happy, but he also aches. This is the last worry which plagues him and which makes it difficult for his heart to beat normally.
What if Jungkook wasn’t in the castle? What if he is still caught in Rafkan’s fangs? What if he didn’t find freedom? What if he died?
Seokjin spent his night sleepless and repeating the worrying questions over and over again. He is so scared. So, so scared that today’s journey will bring news of grief for him.
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The Queen knew of the healer’s visit to the castle. She sent a letter a week ago, telling her that she had a cure for the Raven mark and that she can offer her services to the freed Ravens living in the castle. The Queen instantly agreed and sent word to all neighbouring villages that whoever wanted to rid himself of his marks may do so in one week. The halls and courtyard are buzzing in life. Ravens, who haven’t seen each other in years have come to the castle, celebrating their near future of true freedom. The emotions were high and food was plenty.
Jungkook has been excited all day. He was the first to know of the healer’s arrival. The letter met his love at night when they were already in bed, getting ready for sleep. She opened it next to him and then began crying in happiness.
“What’s the matter, my destiny?” Jungkook asked her back then, feeling worried until she told him of the good news and Jungkook joined her in her tears of happiness. Being freed of the mark was all he dreamt of ever since he escaped Rafkan and in a week he will finally make his dream a reality.
Today was finally the day. The healer will arrive any second now and Jungkook will finally be free. Truly and visibly free. He has been spending his day talking to all his fellow Ravens. Many still lived in the castle and became his friends, but many came from the villages and towns and felt more like distant relatives to Jungkook. Today however they all felt connected and high in spirits.
Jungkook has already drunk two mugs of mead and ate way too much of the flavourful pork belly. He feels overjoyed, but also very needing of the bathroom.
He excuses himself from the courtyard to hurry inside.
“My starlight, there you are”, the Queen - and his fiancée - greets him inside, taking his hands, “I looked everywhere for you.”
“Forgive me, I was in the courtyard talking to all of my brothers.”
Jungkook gives her a kiss on the cheek because he loves her a lot. She leans into the kiss with her fingers squeezing his hands.
“Don’t apologise. I merely wanted to tell you that the healer and her apprentice will be here soon. Our warriors saw them coming up the roads.”
“Really? Oh heavens, I need to hurry up then”, Jungkook says, slipping his hands out of his finacée’s loving hold.
“Why? What are you doing?”
“I need to relieve myself. I drank too much and my bladder is going to burst.”
“Oh heavens, well”, she chuckles, “hurry up then, you precious boy you”, she says and gives his butt a gentle pat as if too speed up his steps.
“I will, worry not”, Jungkook says and hurries away in hasty steps.
He will reach the toiletries in time with the healer and Seokjin arriving at the castle. He will be relieving himself as the Queen welcomes them with smiles and music. And he will wash his hands thoroughly as the healer and Seokjin set up their healing station and the Ravens begin lining up for their freedom. He doesn’t know of Seokjin yet.
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Truly, it is such an awful twist of fate that Jungkook’s bladder decided to give up mere seconds before Seokjin entered the courtyard. The dark haired healer scans his eyes over the dozens and dozens faces, hoping to see the face of his brother in them. He knows most of the Ravens gathered here and the joy of seeing them is grande, but none of them was Jungkook. Jungkook was special to Seokjin. Jungkook was like a little brother to Seokjin. 
Only five years younger than Seokjin and with fear in his big eyes, Jungkook became a Raven when Seokjin was ten years of age. Jungkook hid the moment Rafkan and the older Ravens left him at the camp to hunt for food. Jungkook refused to come out of hiding for hours. Even when dinner was promised, he didn’t leave his hiding spot, which ended in Rafkan punishing him for “ignoring his body’s needs”.
Seokjin and the other boys always had to watch when one of them was punished and Jungkook’s punishment was no exception. Seokjin always felt terrible when he watched his fellow young brothers cry because of what Rafkan did, but there was something about Jungkook crying that night which hit Seokjin especially hard. The poor, frightened boy hid again the second the punishment was finished and only his small, pained sobs were heard in the camp. The other boys were too frightened to check up on him, but Seokjin was overtaken with a sense of protectiveness and so he crawled under the thorny bushes Jungkook was hiding in and offered the younger boy a hug. Jungkook didn’t want to take it at first, but all it took was one smile from Seokjin and he fell into his arms and cried his broken heart out.
Ever since that night, Seokjin and Jungkook shared a special bond and a deep, honest love. They hugged each other when they were sad or scared or in pain, they shared every meal with each other, shared blankets when the nights were cold, shared laughter when the days weren’t as dark and shared every stage a young boy goes through as he grows into a man. They would have shared adulthood as well, but Seokjin decided to leave to kill the Queen and till this day he regrets leaving without Jungkook.
Their last conversation ended in anger and hurtful words. Rafkan managed to influence Jungkook and poison his mind. Seokjin never truly allowed the poison to take hold of him and wanted to use the opportunity to flee together from Rafkan. So he told Jungkook of his plans and had to realise that his younger brother met it with anger and resentment. They fought, Jungkook called him hurtful things and Seokjin left without Jungkook. Until this day, Seokjin regrets that he left that night, that he didn’t try harder to convince his little brother and that he left even when the last words they shared were of angry nature.
If Seokjin has to realise that Jungkook wasn’t at the castle or that he had already died, he won’t ever forgive himself and he might never truly be himself again.
Seokjin shifts in his seat restlessly. He and his love have already healed ten Ravens of their marks and yet he still hasn’t spotted Jungkook. He asked each of them if they knew of Jungkook, but most were too old to know of him. They must have been Ravens before their time. Perhaps the Queen’s mother rescued them when she was still alive.
The Queen hasn’t come back either. She excused herself once she exchanged a few friendly words with Seokjin and his love and hasn’t returned since. Seokjin grows worried that she had went to get her warriors. After all, she looked at him as if she saw a ghost and then spoke of needing to go.
Seokjin keeps scanning the crowd for warriors out to get him and for Jungkook. Truly, he might need to excuse himself to the toiletries soon for his stomach keeps twisting in nervousness.
He sees the Queen then. She is hurrying over the courtyard with a man by her side. His face is shielded from his vision, but he can see that she is holding his hand. Seokjin gulps. He can’t explain it, but he feels uncomfortably nervous all of a sudden. Anxious even.
“Hello.”
One of the freed Ravens drags his attention away. He sits down in front of him and presents his bared chest to him.
“You have no idea for how many years I dreamt of ridding myself of this cursed mark”, he says.
“Oh, I know how you feel”, Seokjin says and begins spreading the purple cream on the man’s chest, “what’s your name?”
“Bartholomew.”
Seokjin gasps, looking at him with widened eyes.
“Bartholomew?”
He laughs, “you didn’t recognize me, did you? I blame the good food in the castle. I eat wonderfully these days”, he says and slaps his belly as a happy laugh shakes his shoulders.
“I didn’t recognize you. You look so healthy”, Seokjin says and bites back tears, “I can’t believe my eyes. You survived.”
“As did you, sweet boy”, Bartholomew says and caresses Seokjin’s cheek, “you look healthy, my boy.”
“I am. I am so healthy and I’m in love”, Seokjin says, sending his love a chaste look.
Bartholomew smiles, “this is good. Yes, love makes the life sweet. I’m in love as well. His name is Derrec. He’s a weaver in town and we met as I shopped for fabrics.”
“This is so wonderful. Oh, I am so happy for you”, Seokjin says and pulls his hand back, “you can go to my love and she will activate the magic. Your mark will be gone once you wipe the cream.”
“Oh, I can’t believe that I can still witness this day”, Bartholomew says and stands up from his chair.
“Bartholomew?” Seokjin calls his attention one last time.
“Yes, Seokjin?”
“Did you…” gulps in nervousness, “did Jungkook come here?”
“Jungkook?” Bartholomew says and widens his eyes, “my sweet boy, you do not know yet?”
“Know what?” Seokjin jumps off his chair, “what happened to him? P-please what happened?”
Bartholomew shifts his eyes to his side. Seokjin follows his line of sight and feels hit in shock.
The Queen is before him and the man holding her hand is Jungkook.
“Brother”, he presses out as his eyes fill with tears.
“Brother”, Seokjin gets out and sobs, “are you real?”
Jungkook nods his head vigorously and sobs.
“Jungkook….”
“Seokjin….”
Seokjin rounds the table, Jungkook breaks away from his fiancée. They fall into each other’s arms, crying miserably as they tighten the hug as best as their bodies allow it. Seokjin forgets all about the cream on his fingers, smearing it into Jungkook’s hair as he holds his little brother closer. Jungkook doesn’t care about the state of his hair as he sobs into the crook of Seokjin’s neck and cradles the back of his older brother’s head.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything I said that night. I’m so sorry”, Jungkook wails.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m not angry. Oh, I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m so sorry, I never should have left”, Seokjin cries.
“It’s okay. I’m not angry at you. Not anymore. Seokjin”, Jungkook sobs and pulls him closer, “oh Seokjin, you’re real. I love you so much.”
“I love you too. Oh Jungkook, my brother”, Seokjin sobs and turns his head to kiss Jungkook’s ear. It is the first thing his lips grazed and Jungkook leans into the kiss as a sob and laugh leaves him at the same time. Seokjin laughs with him just as much as he sobs.
All his worries turned out to be exactly that. Worries. Jungkook is alive. He is well. He is free. And he is finally by his side again. Seokjin has his little brother back.
He has to take a step back and cradle Jungkook’s face. The latter leans into the touch. His face is contorted in sobs, but the happiness practically bounces off of him. Seokjin mirrors his state, rubbing his thumbs over Jungkook’s teary cheeks over and over again.
“You’re real”, he gets out, “and you look so healthy. Oh Jungkook, you look so healthy.”
“You look healthy too”, Jungkook answers him, cupping his cheeks, “brother, your cheeks are actually soft. Not fallen in from hunger.”
“As are yours”, Seokjin squishes Jungkook’s cheeks, “are you eating well? Are you warm? Can you sleep in peace?”
Jungkook nods his head vigorously, “yes, yes. Yes to everything. And you? Are you living well?”
“Yes, oh yes I am.”
Jungkook whimpers and smiles, spilling tears.
“I’m so happy”, he confesses in a squeaky voice.
“Me too. Come here”, Seokjin says and pulls him back into a tight hug.
Jungkook squeaks in laughter, hugging him back. The two men stumble as they hug, painting a little circle with their feet as if they were dancing. Their bodies were filled with too much happiness. Only moving around could help them relieve it. 
It is Jungkook who breaks the hug, holding Seokjin’s cheeks.
“Did you become a healer? Is that your destiny?”
“Yes. Yes it is. Oh Jungkook, I am so happy and I’m in love.”
Jungkook’s eyes lighten up, “you are?”
“Yes. Jungkook, please meet my love”, Seokjin says and turns his little brother to his love. He tells him her name and Jungkook repeats it with a smile.
“I know you. My fiancée talks greatly about you and I truly love your bathing oils when the sickness season arrives”, Jungkook says, bowing his head at her.
“Oh thank-”
“Your fiancée?!” Seokjin falls into her words accidentally for Jungkook’s confession shocked him greatly, “you found love as well? Who is she?”
“That would be me”, the Queen says and for just a moment, Seokjin feels unable to speak. He gawks at the Queen, knowing that it was rude to do so, but he couldn’t help himself. 
“What?” he gets out and parts his lips.
The Queen smiles fondly, while Jungkook lets out a giddy giggle.
“Yes, you heard correctly. We are soon to be married”, he says and hugs her waist as he squishes his cheek against hers, “she asked me to be her husband a month ago and I said yes. We ought to marry in autumn, but don’t spread the news yet. We want to announce it soon.” 
“I do not know what to say. Jungkook”, Seokjin steps closer, “my dearest Jungkook, you are engaged and, and. And you’re marrying the Queen?!”
“Yes. Yes, I am”, Jungkook giggles.
“Oh Jungkook”, Seokjin tears up, “I am so happy for you.”
“Don’t cry”, Jungkook says even if his own eyes are glassy. He lets go of the Queen to take Seokjin’s hands instead, “it was you who made it possible. If you hadn’t left that night, I never would have left as well and I never would have found my destiny.”
“What do you say? I barely did anything.”
Jungkook shakes his head, “I volunteered to leave because I wanted to find you”, he confesses and tears up, “I was frightened without you, I regretted our last night together and I was scared that I would never see you again, so I volunteered to be the next to leave so I could look for you. I am sorry that I never found you.”
“Jungkook….”
“Seokjin”, Jungkook breathes.
“Oh my little one”, Seokjin says and cradles Jungkook’s cheeks. Jungkook leans into his touch with sparkly, half-lidded eyes, “you do not apologize to me. Please, allow me to get rid of your mark. It is the least I can do to repent for leaving you that night.”
“I dreamt of this day. I dreamt of ridding myself of the mark”, Jungkook confesses. 
“And it will become reality soon. Sit. Sit right here and I will free you.” 
Jungkook allows Seokjin to sit him down on a chair and because it was Jungkook, Seokjin sits him down on his chair behind the table. He prepares the cream while Jungkook unbuttons his expensive tunic. 
The Queen is by his side, caressing his shoulder. Jungkook places his hand over hers’, looking at Seokjin with his chest bare.
“Are you nervous?”
“No. I can’t wait for it.”
“It will become very warm. Hot almost.”
Jungkook squeezes the Queen’s hand, “I can take it”, he says with a smile. 
Seokjin moves his fingers closer to Jungkook’s chest. He is trembling. Jungkook meets his eyes 
“Are you nervous?” he asks Seokjin.
“I am.”
“Why?”
“I am frightened that it won’t work all of a sudden.”
“I am certain that it will”, the Queen throws in with warmth in her eyes.
“Yes, me too”, Jungkook agrees and smiles, “I trust in your abilities and that of your love”, he says and looks at the healer with a smile.
One she retorts. Work at the table has stopped ever since Jungkook arrived here. Everyone understood. Not only because Jungkook was soon to be Queen Consort and therefore important, but also because the emotional reunion between two separated brothers moved many Ravens to tears. They shared their emotions well. Some knew exactly how such a reunion feels like, while others still wished for the experience. 
The Ravens closest to the table are watching as Seokjin spreads the purple cream on Jungkook’s chest. 
“It is done”, he says and turns to his partner, “my world, may you do the rest, please?”
“Of course”, she says and stands up. She bends down in front of Jungkook, meeting his eyes. 
Jungkook spots warmth and comfort in her eyes. He understands why Seokjin loves her, because goodness surrounds her. Seokjin has always had a good heart, of course he would fall for someone with a kind heart. 
“May I?” she asks.
Jungkook turns his head to look at his fiancée. She smiles, squeezing his shoulder gently. Jungkook retorts her smile and looks back at the healer.
“Yes.”
With his consent, she hovers her hands over his chest and whispers ancient words of healing. The cream begins heating up on his chest. 
“Oh?” he lets out, furrowing his brows in surprise.
“Is it bearable? It will still get hotter”, she makes sure.
“Yes, it’s just really warm”, Jungkook says and shifts. The Queen gives his shoulder little caresses of encouragement, “oh. Oh, it’s getting very warm. Oh, it feels really hot.”
“You are almost done”, Seokjin says and holds his hand, “you are very brave.”
Jungkook forgets all about the discomfort and looks at Seokjin. The familiarity of those words. It tightens his throat in emotion. Seokjin said them to him countless times before when they were children and Jungkook needed comfort. When he woke after a nightmare about his dead parents and cried in Seokjin’s arms, he always whispered them to him. When he hid and sobbed after a punishment, Seokjin always found him and said them to him as he mended his wounds. When the Black Forest shook his body in fear and the two boys stayed with each other for support, Seokjin repeated them like a mantra until the monsters didn’t feel so scary anymore. They fell often between the two boys and yet they never lost their meaning. Jungkook missed hearing them and in this moment he feels as if he could do anything.
“It is done.”
“Really? Already?” 
Seokjin nods his head.
Jungkook looks at the piece of cloth Seokjin offers him.
“Wipe the cream away.”
Jungkook slips his hand from the Queen’s loving hold and accepts the cloth. He looks at his own chest as best as possible and wipes at the cream. It is an easy task to remove it.
“No”, Jungkook gasps, tearing up, “the mark is gone”, he whispers and looks at Seokjin, “it is gone”, he gets out and looks at the Queen, “my mark is gone!”
“Truly?” she gasps and rounds him so she could look at his chest, “Jungkook”, she chokes out and cups his cheeks. She spills tears, “your mark is gone.”
“It is gone”, he repeats and cups her face. He stands up and pulls her into a kiss.
Seokjin turns away for now, wanting to be respectful. He closes in on his own love and rests his chin on her shoulder, hugging her waist gently. She rubs her hand up and down his lower back, resting her head against his’.
“We are doing something good here”, he whispers.
“We are”, she agrees and turns her head to give his lips a chaste kiss, “are you happy?”
“Yes”, Seokjin smiles a soft smile. The kind which lifts his cheeks, “I found Jungkook.”
“I know. I am so happy for you that I feel like crying.”
“Seokjin”, Jungkook interrupts their moment, “my mark is gone!”
Seokjin breaks away from his love and looks at Jungkook. The younger man is smiling brightly, bouncing on the spot.
“I know. How do you feel?”
“Free. I feel finally truly free.”
“You are.”
Jungkook laughs and falls around Seokjin’s neck, “we are free.”
“We are. We are free”, Seokjin agrees and hugs his little brother.
“You will all be free soon”, the Queen says to the waiting Ravens, “now come my friends and get your marks removed. We held up your freedom for too long.”
“We didn’t mind, my Queen!” one of the Ravens screams from the back. The others agree with nods of their heads and smiles on their faces.
The Queen claims the chair Seokjin sat in before and picks up the bowl of purple cream.
“Come now, come”, she calls the next Raven to the table.
“My Queen?” he seems confused, but she merely smiles at him.
“I am certain that Seokjin and Jungkook have lots of catching up to do”, she says, grinning at Seokjin and her fiance.
Jungkook nods his head, while Seokjin looks at her shyly.
“I will take over for Seokjin so he can talk to my starlight”, she explains and points at the chair opposite of her, “now sit down and receive your true freedom.”
“Yes, my Queen. Oh, I feel honoured”, he says with a giggle, “I am helped by the Queen. I will tell my Mahryon about it.”
“Yes? How is the sweet woman?”
“Same old, same old. She started…”
Their conversation dies out in their ears as Jungkook turns Seokjin to the healer.
“Can I steal him away?” he asks her.
“Of course. You two have lots of catching up to do.”
“Are you certain? I do not want to burden you”, Seokjin makes sure.
“I am certain. Go, my beloved. I have my friend helping me”, she says.
“Thank you so much”, he says and kisses her lips, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I promise to return him by nightfall”, Jungkook jokes, making her laugh.
She rubs his arm sisterly, “I am certain you will.”
He gives her one last grin then turns to Seokjin.
“Do you want to see my rooms?”
“Of course I do.”
“Come, follow me.”
The Queen and the healer watch as the two men hurry over the courtyard. They managed around half of the way when they watch Seokjin take Jungkook into a gentle headlock, which the younger man fights off with gentle punches into Seokjin’s side. The two men continue to stumble to the castle as they playfight each other. It is as if no time had passed between them.
“I am happy that they found each other again”, the Queen says.
“Yes, me too. Brighter days will be on the horizon for them.”
“Indeed, there will be.”
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Jungkook turns, holding the golden door knob between his fingers. Seokjin is looking at him after having scanned the hallways. The castle hasn’t changed since the last time he was here. At least not what the eye can see, the heart can sense times of love in those hallways. Jungkook and his love must have filled them up day by day.
“Welcome to my chambers”, Jungkook says and opens the door. He steps inside the room. Seokjin follows, letting out gasps of utter bafflement. 
Jungkook closes the door and bounces as he rounds Seokjin.
“And? What do you think?” 
Seokjin doesn’t know where to look first. Jungkook’s room looks like a golden dream of riches and wealth. The stone walls were covered in oil paintings and hand-woven tapestry. One even showed Jungkook’s portrait in warm colours. Golden thread framed the portrait in shapes of ornamental flowers and leaves. The otherwise cold stone floors were covered in thick hand knotted carpets all held in shades of red, green and gold and warm furs truly managed to keep the cold from meeting the feet. Thick curtains framed the windows and the same fabric - it looked expensive - also served as curtains for Jungkook’s bed.
The bed was of impressive size. Made from the sturdiest of wood and with a canopy. Countless pillows covered the head end of the bed and a warm blanket was placed neatly over the mattress for later use. 
“I don’t know what to say. This is….”
“Do you like them? These are my chambers. I spend some time here, but I must confess that I spend more time in my fiancée’s room”, Jungkook explains and giggles, “I love to hold her as we fall asleep.”
“I understand you so well. I love to hold mine as well”, Seokjin says and continues to scan the room, “I can’t believe my own eyes…”
There is a fireplace in one corner of the room. A red chaise lounge asks to be used right in front of it and a small side table made of sturdy wood offers jugs of wines and meads. In another corner, a working table offered heaps of books and stacks of drawings. Jungkook seems to use it for art and studying. Sturdy bookcases were filled with books, art supplies and expensive trinkets and in handmade wall mount, Jungkook’s swords were presented.
“Do you like it? You are so quiet”, Jungkook asks, fumbling nervously.
“Because I am lost for words. All of this…it looks so…so expensive.” 
“It is. I think. She doesn’t tell me how much she spends on me”, Jungkook shies away, “I think it’s a lot.” 
Seokjin meets his eyes. Jungkook’s cheeks are flushed. Seokjin smiles.
“Good. You deserve all the riches in the world.” 
“Oh, uhm”, Jungkook flusters. He clears his throat, “I want to show you more. Look what I have.” 
Seokjin follows him past some sturdy curtains of red fabric into a spacious bathing room.
“This is bigger than both our bedroom and bathing room together”, Seokjin gasps, widening his eyes.
“It is so big, isn’t it?” Jungkook agrees with a laugh, “and look. In all these shelves I store my jewellery. She always gets me stuff, even though I never ask for them. I don’t store my clothing here because I have my own room for them and Bartholomew tells me that it is important to keep fabrics away from moist bathing air because of mould, but I like to keep my jewellery here because then I can come here and look at them.”
“This is just….wow…”
“Then over here is where I take care of my skin”, Jungkook says and sits down in front of his mirror table. He mimics applying cream on his face, pouting for it, “like this. And then I go like this and pat it in”, he says, slapping his own cheeks gently, “and then one of my servants brushes my hair or I have my love brush my hair. I really like it when she does that.”
Jungkook stands up and hurries to his bathing room chaise lounge. He lies down on it, stretching out his legs. 
“This is where I lie when I do a facial pack and someone massages my feet”, he sits up, “did you know that all of your body’s zones are connected to your feet and that by regularly massaging them, you become healthier?”
“I did. I learned about it during my apprenticeship”, Seokjin says.
“Isn’t it remarkable?” 
“It is”, Seokjin says and looks at the bathtub, “you even have a tub. You truly have everything, haven’t you?” 
“Ah yes, this is my tub”, Jungkook says, scrambling to his feet. He runs to it and slaps his hand on its edge. It makes a metal sound of impact, “I take baths with my love in here. We love to use your bathing oils.” 
“You do?”
Jungkook nods his head excitedly, “my favourites are vanilla and wolf lily. I think they smell really nice.”
“Thank you”, Seokjin says and lowers his head as he studies the bathtub. He strokes his hand over the edge.
Jungkook gnaws on his lower lip nervously, taking a small step closer.
“Do you not like it?” he asks quietly.
“No, no it’s not that”, Seokjin says, shaking his head.
“But?”
“I always wanted to have a bathtub.”
“Do you not possess one?” Jungkook gasps.
“No. Well, at least not yet. We are trying to save up as much as possible, but a good bathtub is expensive these days. We want one in which we both fit.” 
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Jungkook says and takes Seokjin’s hands so he can sway them excitedly, “I can buy you whatever bathtub you wish for.” 
“What? No”, Seokjin shakes his head, “no, you don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.”
“No, Jungkook no. This, this”, Seokjin exhales sharply, “these are your riches. I do not want to rob you of them.” 
“Rob me?” Jungkook snickers, “you could never rob me. You’re my brother”, he smiles sweetly.
Seokjin feels his heart warm at the sight.
“And I want you to possess the grandest, most luxurious bathtub in the whole Queendom. No”, he grins, “the whole continent.” 
Seokjin smiles, letting out a breathy chuckle of fondness. Jungkook snickers, scrunching his nose.
“Sooo? What say you?” he asks, nudging Seokjin’s chest as he wiggles his brows.
“You won’t accept a No either way, will you?” 
Jungkook shakes his head, smiling with his eyes so brightly, they sparkle.
“Fine”, Seokjin gives in, “fine, I’ll allow you. By Frenya, how should I bring the news to my love?”
“Tell her that your little brother wants to treat you”, Jungkook says and leads Seokjin out of the bathing room with an arm around his shoulder, “and that I find great happiness in the thought that I can make it possible that you and her share warm baths.”
“Oh Jungkook”, Seokjin says and sighs, “you truly grew up so much. Look at you and, and look at this room.” They are in Jungkook’s bed chambers again. It still feels like a dream of riches to Seokjin. “You deserve all of this. Yes, every single treasure in this room.” 
Jungkook leans his head on Seokjin’s shoulder, “thank you. Oh my brother, you’re so…” he turns and hugs Seokjin, “…I missed you so much.” 
“I missed you too, little one”, Seokjin says and rubs Jungkook’s back, “now I have to ask. Can you show me your clothing room?”
“You want to see?” Jungkook looks at him excitedly, “I didn’t know if I should ask, because I don’t want to seem as if I am boasting.”
“You aren’t. Please. Show me where you store your clothes.” 
“Okay, so follow me”, Jungkook says and skips to the door.
Seokjin follows him with a fond smile on his lips.
“You will really like the room. It has a mirror and a seat to relax on. Also, so many clothes”, Jungkook tells him excitedly.
“You never struck me as a clothing person.”
“I’m not. I’m really not, but my love likes to dress me up”, Jungkook says and giggles, “she always gets me the latest fashion and compliments me when I wear it, so I really like it that she does. And Bartholomew always makes me clothes in black. I really love black.”
“I know. You always did. It fits your skin tone so well.”
“Yes, I agree”, Jungkook says and opens the door next to his chambers, “now don’t judge me, but it is a little messy in here, because I needed to pick out an outfit for today. I didn’t have time to put my clothes away yet.” 
“Do not worry. I don’t judge.”
“Yes, well then. Come in”, Jungkook says and leads Seokjin inside.
“Jungkook, by Frenya”, Seokjin gasps, widening his eyes as the beauty of the room overwhelms him.
It is smaller than Jungkook’s bedroom and its walls are covered in ceiling high wardrobes all bursting in the finest of clothes. On one wall, more jewellery is presented and on the lower racks, Jungkook stores his shoes.
“It is unbelievable, isn’t it?” Jungkook says and laughs, “I always have to pinch myself when I realise what life I am living these days.”
“Understandable. You are living in dreams.” 
“Yes, I really am. Oh, I love it here so much”, Jungkook says as he is busy clearing the seat of his clothes.
“It is such an improvement to the Black Forest, isn’t it?” Seokjin asks.
Jungkook laughs, “yeah”, he agrees with a nod of his head, “it truly is”, he says and looks at himself in the mirror, “and now we are actually free of the mark”, he meets Seokjin’s eyes in the reflection, “aren’t we?”
“We are”, Seokjin says and smiles.
Jungkook retorts it, closing the distance between him and the mirror afterwards. He stops in front of it and opens his tunic. Seokjin watches him. Jungkook traces his chest. His fingers still know which paths to take to replicate the tattoo. His skin is unmarked however. Sunkissed and velvety just like the rest of his body and finally unmarked.
“It is truly gone”, Jungkook whispers.
“It feels unbelievable, doesn’t it?”
Jungkook nods his head.
“I know. I spent the first few days after the removal staring at my chest in disbelief.” 
“I will do the same. I cannot fathom that it is really gone”, Jungkook says and does a little twirl so he could sit down on the two-seater. He lets out a heavy sigh.
Seokjin sits down next to him, looking at him. He can sense that the emotion in the room changed, he can see it on Jungkook’s features as well.
“Do you remember how it felt?” Jungkook asks. 
“The removal?”
“No. Getting the tattoo.”
“Ah. Yes, I remember.”
“I wanted him to stop.”
“I know. I did too.”
“But he said that I had to keep going because I needed to be strong and make him proud. I wanted to make him proud.”
Seokjin studies the regret on Jungkook’s features.
“You were five of age and lost your parents. Of course you wanted to make him proud”, he says because he knows that Jungkook blames himself right now, “he was the adult taking up the role of a parent for your young mind, so do not blame yourself.”
Jungkook looks at Seokjin as if he hadn’t expected to hear such words of comfort and understanding. 
“Do not feel ashamed of it. Instead feel anger at Rafkan for giving you such a nightmarish parental figure to lean on.”
“It is hard not to feel shame. I never should have seen him as my father.”
“I know. It is easy to blame yourself, but don’t. You were a child. Every child needs parents. Do not blame your young heart for doing what every young heart would have done.”
Jungkook nods his head in understanding.
“I try not to think about everything he did for too long”, he confesses.
“Why?”
“It makes me feel helpless.”
“Helpless?”
“Yes. Helpless. Helpless because I feel so many emotions at once and it is as if I am drowning because not one of the emotions is good.”
“I understand how you feel. I felt the same as you and sometimes when the day is darker, those feelings return. I cannot tell you a cure to the helplessness because time healed me more than anything else, however I can offer you my shoulder to lean on.”
Jungkook leans in, resting his head on Seokjin’s shoulder just like he did a million times before. There were many nights in the Raven camps where Jungkook fell asleep with his head on Seokjin’s shoulder, while the older brother watched over him. The days after such nights were exhausting for Seokjin, but he never showed his tiredness to Jungkook even if Jungkook already knew. He felt guilty whenever it happened, but life back then exhausted him so much that oftentimes he didn’t realize that it was happening. 
Jungkook doesn’t feel guilty right now. He feels tranquil. His eyes are closed and his heart beats at a normal pace. Seokjin rests his head against Jungkook’s.
“You can always talk to me about what plagues you, Jungkook”, he speaks quietly, “I managed to heal as much as I did these days because I had my love listening to me. Does the Queen listen to your griefs?”
“She does. She helped me heal a lot, but I think….” Jungkook takes a shaky breath, “I think that there is still a lot to do. I feel so happy, but sometimes the memories come back. I think about everything he did and said and I look at them in a new light now that my mind is cleared of his lies and I get so inexplicably angry. Then I get sad. Heartbroken. And helpless. Does this happen to you? Are you sometimes doing something which brings you joy when suddenly the memories come back again?”
“Of course. This is how one heals from traumatic events.”
“Really? So I am not broken?”
“Of course you aren’t broken. You are doing everything right.”
Jungkook shakes his head, “I feel as if I could do more.”
“You are doing everything right. You are healing at the perfect speed.”
Jungkook inhales and it sounds steady.
Jungkook exhales and it sounds relieved.
“I missed you so much”, he whispers and throws his hand over his own eyes. 
Seokjin kisses the crown of Jungkook’s head.
“I missed you too.”
“You always know what to say.”
“I try to at least.”
Jungkook laughs. Seokjin laughs as well. Jungkook lifts his head and meets Seokjin’s eyes. Seokjin cups his cheek and wipes his tears. 
“I love you so much”, Jungkook whispers.
“And I love you, my little one”, Seokjin whispers and smiles.
Jungkook retorts it, “I feel as if all I do is cry. I promise I am not like this on normal days.”
Seokjin laughs, “you do not have to explain yourself. We are all humans with emotions. Today is an emotional day.”
Jungkook studies Seokjin’s features. He always knew that his big brother was wise and knowledgeable beyond his age even if he oftentimes hid his wisdom behind silly jokes. Jungkook could always rely on Seokjin and his words of wisdom were perhaps the reason why the Queen spotted goodness in his eyes all those months ago. Jungkook is certain that if he didn’t have Seokjin by his side, comforting him and guiding him secretly when Rafkan wasn’t looking, he would have become as rotten as some other devoted Ravens. It was Seokjin’s guidance and love which kept the goodness in Jungkook’s heart. He is certain of it. 
“I want to show you something”, Jungkook says.
“Yes? Show me.”
“We have to get to the woods for it. I know the way”, Jungkook says and stands up, “follow me.”
And so the two men hurry through the castle until they reached the courtyard again. The sun has travelled quite some distance on the sky as the two men chatted in Jungkook’s room. Their loves are talking to each other. Seokjin and Jungkook pay them a visit before they leave.
“I want to show Seokjin the Life Oak”, Jungkook says.
“Oh yes, please do”, the Queen says and smiles, “you will find great healing in this place, Seokjin.”
“I, uhm”, Seokjin doesn’t quite know what to say because it is still unbelievable to him that he is talking casually with the Queen. Yes, he did so before when he was her guest back then, but this is different. He is a free man and her people and his well-mannered heart tells him to speak respectfully. 
“Have fun, you two”, his love tells him and gives his hand a little kiss, “try not to stumble over roots. The tree fairies are especially naughty around the Life Oak.”
The Queen giggles, leaning into her friend, “indeed they are. Oh, how wonderful.”
The healer snickers, sharing in her laughter by touching her knee.
Jungkook and Seokjin soon bid their goodbyes with smiles on their faces, kissing their destinies on their lips because they loved them. 
“I still cannot fathom that you are to marry the Queen”, Seokjin says as he and Jungkook hurry to the gate leading to the woods.
“Me neither. I feel so lucky. She is too good to me”, Jungkook says and sighs dreamily, “I love her so much.”
Seokjin smiles, “it feels good to be in love, doesn’t it?”
“Yes. Oh yes, it does. My heart races all the time, I feel warm all over and when I listen to her talk, my tummy flutters.”
“I understand you. I feel the same with mine”, Seokjin says and sighs, “she is the most wonderful person. The first thing she taught me was how to read and write.”
“Yes? Oh, this is exciting. So you can read as well?”
“You too?”
Jungkook nods his head, “my love taught me. It was very difficult at first, but she told me that I learned insanely fast.”
“Of course you did. You are such a fast learner and you are good at everything.”
“That isn’t correct. I hate maths.”
Seokjin laughs. Jungkook joins him.
“I hate it as well. Frustrating business indeed.”
“Yes”, Jungkook agrees in snickers.
Seokjin retorts them. Their eyes meet seconds later. There is a certain emotion in the air. One which makes both men shy away. Jungkook is brave enough to break the silence.
“Did”, he begins, “did your love also teach you what…what bodies can do?”
“Maybe”, Seokjin confesses and blushes.
“Mine did too”, Jungkook confesses with his cheeks just as flushed.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
The two men giggle in coyness, drawing closer as they share in the naughty secret. 
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Jungkook asks in a whisper.
“It does”, Seokjin whispers and covers his own eyes, “this is so embarrassing to talk about. Oh by Frenya.”
“Yes”, Jungkook agrees and covers his own ears as he scrunches his nose, “we’re such men these days.”
“Oh Jungkook, will you stop”, Seokjin whines and slaps his arm gently, “you are making me burn up.”
Jungkook giggles, burning up himself.
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Jungkook knows the way to the Life Oak like he knows his way to the courtyard. He walks the paths regularly, finding healing in nature and the quiet of the forest. Seokjin feels the powers as well. Ever since he set foot into the dense forest, breathing feels easier to do.
It takes the young men around thirty minutes to reach their destiny. They spend the time greatly, talking and joking with each other every passing second. There wasn’t a second of silence between them as new stories of their lives came to their minds over and over again.
They grew silent however once they reached the clearing where the Life Oak fills the space with her presence. It happened naturally that the two men became silent. As if the Life Oak makes one do so.
“This is it”, Jungkook says quietly and closes the distance to the oak tree.
“This is it?” Seokjin whispers and steps closer to the oak, “it is…so tall. And beautiful. Why is it bleeding black…substance?”
“It’s not hurting. Not right now. Those are marks that She is happy. That She is crying tears of joy because Her earth is healthy.” 
“Her earth?”
Jungkook nods his head, “touch Her.”
Seokjin places his hand on the oak tree’s trunk, flinching back in shock.
“What?” he gasps, touching it again, “what is that? Why can I….I-I feel a heartbeat.”
“Yes”, Jungkook says and places his hand next to Seokjin’s, “this tree is life itself. She gives this Queendom nourishment and makes it live. She can talk to every plant, animal and nature itself through Her roots.”
“This is”, Seokjin blinks his tears away, “I don’t know what is happening”, he says and wipes his eyes, “oh by Frenya, why am I crying?
“It is okay to cry. I cried the first time as well”, Jungkook assures him, rubbing his upper arm gently, “it is overwhelming to touch life itself. Don’t hide it and let it happen.”
Seokjin sobs softly, lowering his face into his own palm. Jungkook touches his shoulder in comfort, rubbing small circles with his thumb.
“I am not sad. I just haven’t felt like this before”, he explains.
“This is normal, let it happen. Give Her a hug if you want to”, he tells him and because Seokjin is overwhelmed in life, he does. 
He hugs the ancient tree and he sobs as he does. His arms barely take up space on the thick trunk, but Seokjin still feels cradled. As if his mother was holding him and rocking him to sleep. The oak tree sings to him just like his mother would in the rustling of its leaves and croaking of its branches. 
“This is life itself, Jungkook. It has a pulse as if it was alive”, Seokjin gets out, “and, and it feels as if…as if…I can’t describe it.”
“As if you are hugged by your mother”, Jungkook says.
“Yes. Oh Jungkook, I miss my mother”, Seokjin sobs. 
“I miss my mother too”, Jungkook says and whimpers, “oh Seokjin, come here”, he chokes out and hugs his brother from behind, caging him in between the tree and his body. 
He rubs his hand up and down Seokjin’s tummy, resting his chin on Seokjin’s shoulder. 
“I’m here. You aren’t alone.”
And as they cry for their lost mothers, the Life Oak cradles them like Her sons, swaying Her branches and filling their hearts with new hope. Their mothers might have left the earth already, but She will always be there for them and in Her, their mothers will live on eternally. For every life form, no matter how small, will find its place in Her endless roots, Her never rotting foliage and Her countless branches. So in a way, as the two men hug Her for comfort, they are hugging their mothers.
“We still have each other”, Jungkook comforts him. 
“We do. Oh Jungkook, thank you for showing me this place. I haven’t felt such a hug in years”, Seokjin says and turns to cradle Jungkook’s cheeks, “it felt as if my mother was holding me.
“I know. She is beautiful, isn’t She? I come here and talk to Her often, I hug Her and find comfort in Her. I believe that our mothers are continuing to live through Her.” 
“I love this thought ”, Seokjin meets Jungkook’s warm gaze, “it is so beautiful and I can feel my mother. We can feel them, Jungkook.”
“We can”, Jungkook says and hugs him.
Seokjin hugs him back, combing his fingers through his hair.
“Thank you. Thank you for showing me this place”, he whispers.
“There is so much more to show you”, Jungkook whispers.
“There is?”
“Do you want to see?”
“Yes. Yes, of course I do. Oh Jungkook, please show me everything in your life.”
Jungkook steps back and gives Seokjin a loving smile before turning his back to him. He takes a deep breath and calls into the silence. Seokjin watches him with parted lips. 
Jungkook finishes his calls with a content sigh and his eyes glancing at Seokjin bashfully.
“What did you do?” Seokjin asks him.
“I called for them.”
“For who?”
The forest grumbles and cracks. The small trees and thick shrubs begin dancing. Seokjin inches closer to Jungkook in fear.
“Someone is coming”, he whispers.
“I know. It’s them.”
“Them?”
Woltron steps out of the shadows. His pack follows. They build a circle around Jungkook and Seokjin, growling deeply.
“What is that? Jungkook, we need to flee”, Seokjin gasps and tries to tug Jungkook away.
Jungkook stumbles and laughs, tugging Seokjin back.
“Don’t be frightened. They’re my friends.”
“Your friends? Jungkook, this is Woltron and His pack, he will eat us.”
“No, he won’t. Look”, Jungkook says and slips out of Seokjin’s tight grasp to walk to Woltron.
“Jungkook. No”, Seokjin gasps, reaching for him but grabbing air. He has to watch with horror as Jungkook places his hand on Woltron’s nose, “I can’t watch this”, Seokjin chokes out and squeezes his eyes shut.
There is silence for a few seconds, then Jungkook speaks all of a sudden.
“Open your eyes.”
Seokjin follows even if he is scared.
“What?” he gasps.
Jungkook is sitting atop of Woltron, carrying a smile on his face.
“They’re my friends”, he says and taps Woltron’s shoulder, “Woltron, this is my big brother Seokjin.”
Woltron closes the distance between him and Seokjin. Seokjin tries to stumble back, but collides with the nose of another wolf.
“Forgive me!” he squeaks and jumps away, which makes him collide with Woltron’s nose, “ah! Forgive me! Please, don’t eat me!”
Jungkook laughs, “calm down, brother. They don’t want to eat you. Take a deep breath and look into Woltron’s eyes.”
“But-”
“Trust me.”
Seokjin studies Jungkook’s features.
“Trust me”, the younger man repeats and smiles.
It gives Seokjin enough strength that he takes a deep breath and then meets Woltron’s piercing gaze. The wolf growls deeply, keeping Seokjin hostage. Seokjin trembles and shakes, forgetting all about breathing until Woltron breaks eye contact. The wolf lets out a low grumble and lifts his head. He turns his side to Seokjin.
“See? You’re their friend now as well”, Jungkook says.
“What? What do you mean?”
“Woltron and his pack are old gods. They have been on this continent long before humans lived on the lands. Woltron can look into people’s hearts and see their truest truth in them. He accepted you in His pack, which means your heart is good.”
“Good?” Seokjin gasps, “and if it wasn’t good? What would he have done then?”
“It doesn’t matter. I wanted to show you this place and introduce you to Him because I knew you were good. I also passed their test when I first came here and I only passed it because I had you secretly guiding me. You kept the good in my heart, so I knew that you would pass.”
“But if I hadn’t?”
Jungkook shakes his head, “this never would have happened, but if you hadn’t then Woltron would have eaten you.”
“What?!” Seokjin squeaks, “and you didn’t tell me? Jungkook, how dare you?!”
Jungkook snickers, “I didn’t tell you because I knew that you would have been way too scared. Now climb onto Eudora’s back and let me show you one last thing.”
“You are such a trickster. You didn’t change one bit”, Seokjin murmurs and turns his back to him.
The wolf whose nose he accidentally collided with, lowers herself so Seokjin could climb onto her back.
“Hello Eudora, will you bite me?” Seokjin says quietly, taking cautious steps closer.
Eudora stays quiet, watching Seokjin with half-lidded eyes. Her eyes are emerald green just like Woltron’s.
“She won’t bite. Trust Her”, Jungkook assures him.
“Don’t talk to me. I don’t trust you anymore”, Seokjin jokes, making Jungkook laugh, “okay, I am doing it. I am getting on your back, yes?”
Eudora stays still and allows Seokjin to climb on top. Once he is safely on top, she stands up, forcing Seokjin to squeak and twist bundles of her fur.
“This is so scary”, he squeals, “I’m sorry, oh heavens, eek.”
“Calm down, you are tugging her fur”, Jungkook laughs and reaches over to caress his shoulder, “don’t be too scared. You know how to ride a horse, don’t you?”
“Yes, but this is insanity. We are on top of gigantic wolves.”
“They’re such better runners. Ready?”
“What? Runners? Jungkook, what are you planning to do?”
“I will show you my favourite place.”
“What do you mean runners? Jungkook, talk to me”, Seokjin asks nervously.
“The wolves will bring us. Don’t worry, it will feel as if you are flying”, Jungkook assures him and pets Woltron’s back, “can you takes us to the plateau, Woltron?”
The wolf straightens his head and howls. His pack answers him.
“What is happening?” Seokjin yells over their howls, looking at Jungkook.
“Hold on tight”, he says.
“What? Eeek!” Seokjin squeals and falls to the front in a desperate attempt to hug Eudora as she takes off with her pack, “this is the scariest thing I have ever done!” he screeches while beside him, Jungkook squeals and squeaks in laughter.
He looks at his little brother and how happy he looks riding the giant wolf. His dark hair catches the wind, his clothes dance in it and his face is crinkled in laughter.
“This is so much fun!” he calls out and looks at Seokjin, “sit up, trust me.”
“I hate this! Why are you doing this to me? Ju-Ju-Jungkook”, Seokjin screeches.
“Sit up, trust me”, Jungkook laughs.
Seokjin sits up even if his heart was racing in fear. The wind makes his eyes tear up instantly and messes up his hair. He feels it on his skin and smells the freedom in the air.
“This is insane! Jungkook you rascal, this is insane!”
“No, this is freedom”, Jungkook calls out and lets go of Woltron to stretch his arms far away from himself. He closes his eyes and laughs loudly. 
Seokjin looks at the wolf under him. Her fur is reflecting the sunlight, glowing like ambers in a fire. He barely feels her movements, except her shifting muscles under her thick fur. 
The wind is dancing around them. The world feels so vast. Seokjin doesn’t feel as if he will fall off. He lets go of her fur and stretches his arms from his own body. It feels as if he is lifting off the ground. Freedom, Jungkook called it. This is freedom.
“Hah!” Seokjin lets out and looks at Jungkook. He laughs, “I’m riding a wolf!”
“I know! Isn’t it so much fun?”
“Yes!”
Jungkook laughs and holds onto Woltron again as the wolf speeds up. Eudora follows, speeding up with Seokjin on her back. Seokjin squeaks in laughter, throwing his head back as the world passes him in blurs of colour.
The wolves take the two giggling men all the way up the Snowy Mountains. They climb the steep stones easily and while Seokjin screeched and clutched Eudora in fear, Jungkook laughed and assured him that nothing will happen to them. And he was right. Except for wobbly knees and his nerves stretched thin, Seokjin arrives atop the plateau unharmed. He slides off of Eudora, colliding with the ground as he catches his breath.
“Hey, are you alright?” Jungkook gasps, jumping off of Woltron’s back. He kneels down in front of Seokjin, touching his arms, “what’s the matter?”
“This was insanity. We just climbed a mountain”, Seokjin gets out and wheezes for air, “I think I might pass out. Did this actually happen?”
Jungkook chuckles and strokes his hand down the back of Seokjin’s head.
“You did well. I know the first time is really frightening. I thought I soiled my pants the first time my love took me here.”
“You did?” Seokjin gets out and lifts his head to look into Jungkook’s eyes.
“Yeah”, he snickers, nodding his head, “but I promise you that it is worth it.”
“I truly hope it is because I think that I might have shat myself right now.”
Jungkook laughs, “you are fine. Now come on, I need to show you”, he says and helps Seokjin to his feet.
“You will kill me one day, I am telling you. I’m too old for such adventures.”
“You are twenty and six of age, brother. You are not too old”, Jungkook laughs as he leads him to the edge of the plateau.
Seokjin stumbles back, squeezing Jungkook’s hands.
“Jungkook, you madman what are you doing?”
“Don’t be scared.”
“This is so high.”
“I know, but don’t be scared. Look. We still have five steps to take before it becomes dangerous.”
“You”, Seokjin exhales deeply, “you have always been fearless. No, I have to sit down.”
Jungkook laughs, joining him on the ground. He stretches out his legs while Seokjin sits with his legs crossed.
“You are okay, brother”, he assures him.
“I guess. Oh, you made my heart race”, Seokjin says and sighs deeply, “first you tell me that a wolf god could have eaten me, then you make me ride on top of one and climb a mountain and now this. Do you want to kill me? My heart is too weak for all of this.”
Jungkook snickers, giving Seokjin a small look before he lets his eyes drift at the view before them. The Queendom lies before their eyes. The Black Forest in the far distance, the Singing River reflecting the sunlight and the Nourishing Fields as green phantoms in the distance.
“But I must say this view makes up for it”, Seokjin says.
“Doesn’t it?” Jungkook agrees, “my love tells me that this is the whole of the Queendom and even more”, he says.
“It is?”
“Yes. Look, the green in the distance are the Nourishing Fields. The river over there is the Singing River. These are the forests of the Castle, the Life Oak and my home and back there in the distance is the Black Forest”, Jungkook explains, pointing at everything so Seokjin could see.
“Wow”, Seokjin whispers, “so this is everything.”
“Yes it is and when you look beyond the Black Forest in the really, really far distance you can see the Glass Mountains.”
“Glass Mountains?”
“Yes, Glass Mountains. They’re a foreign queendom. Their lakes are emerald coloured and all their valleys are filled with trees with ruby coloured foliage. Their Queen fell in love with her warrior and possesses healing magic”, Jungkook explains and looks at Seokjin, “like your love. She can heal with just a touch.”
“Oh. Oh, no. My love can’t heal with a touch. The queen of the Glass Mountains must be a Mender.”
“A Mender?”
“Yes, Mender. They posses magic in their blood, which they can use to heal all wounds and aches. My love needs potions and creams to heal.”
“I see. Menders. I didn’t know about them yet”, Jungkook says and sighs in contentment, “it is so wonderful to learn. We were kept so blind to the world, weren’t we?”
“We really were”, Seokjin agrees, “but we are free.”
Jungkook touches his own chest. Seokjin does the same to his’.
“We’re free”, Jungkook whispers and smiles, “and we can learn all the knowledge in the world.”
Seokjin does the same, “indeed we can.”
Jungkook lifts his hand, pointing at the Queendom.
“Where exactly is your home?”
“I don’t know. I have never seen the queendom this way”, he says, “but I think it has to be around there”, he says and points at a forest in the distance. The Singing River digs its path close to it and a small town neighbours it.
“In this town?” Jungkook asks.
“No, through this forest. There is a clearing next to the river and we have our cottage there. The forest is filled with tree fairies which like to play tricks by growing roots in front of your feet or dropping acorns on your head.”
“Really?” Jungkook snickers.
“Yes, really”, Seokjin chuckles.
“And have you ever encountered such a tree fairies before?” 
“Indeed I have. One dropped snow on my head in winter and another grew a branch directly in front my face. I swallowed leaves that day.” 
Jungkook laughs, leaning back as he does. Seokjin joins him. Their heartfelt laughter echoes through the whole queendom. At least it feels like that to them as they sit and overlook everything as the mountains play catch with their voices.
“Ah this is so funny”, Jungkook says and sighs.
“Indeed it is”, Seokjin agrees and exhales in contentment. 
The two men dance their eyes over the endless view. And while Seokjin tries to take in everything as best as possible, Jungkook studies the area where his brother lives. It isn’t that far from the castle. He will be able to visit his brother often and in return, Seokjin can visit him as well. Jungkook feels his heart flutter in happiness at the thought.
“A cottage”, Jungkook whispers and sways from side to side as complete contentment fills his chest, “is it a nice home?”
“It is the best home I could have ever wished for. We grow flowers and herbs for our healing potions and in the warmer months, our garden is filled with vegetables and fruit we can eat”, Seokjin explains excitedly, “and we have chickens. They lay so many eggs that we can always have fresh eggs for breakfast. The river is always filled with fresh fish and sometimes we go to the market in town and buy meat, which will last us for days.”
“This sounds like a dream.”
“It is a dream. We even have a cat.”
“A cat? Really?” Jungkook gasps.
“Yes, really. His name is Kukuruz and we can talk to him.”
“What? Talk?”
“Yes, talk.”
“How?”
Seokjin lifts his arm, showing a delicate leather armband to Jungkook.
“There is a sorceress in town, who can make these animal talking bracelets and we each got one.”
“Wow”, Jungkook says, touching it gently, “and it works?”
“It does.”
“So you can understand Woltron and his pack?”
The two men look over their shoulders at the old god. He and his pack are slumbering peacefully behind them.
“No”, Seokjin turns back around, “no sadly, you can only choose one animal. We chose a cat.”
“I understand”, Jungkook looks back at the view, “it is still so amazing. I want to be able to talk to animals. I imagine that it must be so interesting.”
“I can tell you from experience that most conversation with Kukuruz are about him wanting more food.”
Jungkook laughs. Seokjin joins him.
“I see. Well, this does sound like what a cat would talk about most.”
“Yes, indeed.”
Silence replaces their laughter like sunlight replaces rain. It comes because it always follows and it feels natural. The two men looked forward to the silence like people look forward to sunlight after long rain. And as they share in the wonderful silence, they take in the views. Their world once reached to the borders of the Black Forest and not one step beyond and now they are sitting atop the Snowy Mountains, overlooking their freedom.
“Should we visit the Nourishing Fields together?” Seokjin asks.
“We could, couldn’t we?”
“We could.”
Seokjin drapes his arm over Jungkook’s shoulder. The younger man leans into him.
“Then we will.”
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taetaespeaches · 1 year
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“Will you be quiet? You’re giving people the wrong idea.”
seokjin x reader (oc) genre: fluff; suggestive/smut word count: 1.7K
a/n: Hi lovelies! In a surprise to myself, this ended up being sexual at the end?? lol. Jin is gaming, Poopsie/reader is on facetime with Hobi’s girlfriend (Petal) and they realize that Jin’s moaning and groaning at the game is sounding quite… suspicious. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))
p.s. I hope this isn’t shit. I honestly don’t know <3 
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“So this goes with this,” the girl on the other side of the screen spoke as she held up two handmade pieces of clothing.
“You’re so talented,” you awed, finishing with a pout. “I love them, my little seamstress.”
She rolled her eyes, making you giggle. “I just thought you’d look really pretty in this material,” she said, rather shyly. Everyone seemed to be a little intimidated by Hoseok's girlfriend but you always found her to be quite endearing. “I can bring them to breakfast tom-” she suddenly cut herself off, her jaw slightly ajar as she looked to the left of your screen.
“What?” You asked, following the direction of her gaze. You weren’t sure what you expected to find: a ghost? An intruder? But you found nothing.
“I’m sorry but- are you serious?” She questioned, making you pull an expression of confusion. “Can’t you hear that?”
Focusing your attention to any sounds, you waited to hear something suspicious. After pushing your hair behind your ear, you heard a snort come from the phone. “What?”
“Did you just push your hair aside to make you hear better?” The girl teased you, making you shoot her a glare.
“Shut up,” you held back a smile, making you shoot a smirk at her. And then you heard it. To be fair, you had been in a relationship with Seokjin for a few years, and the man could be quite loud at times. Therefore, you became something of a pro at tuning him out from time to time. “Are you talking about Jin?” When she nodded in response, as if to say obviously, you grinned. “He’s playing games in the bedroom. Is he being loud?”
“It literally sounds like he’s getting off,” she deadpanned, nearly making you choke on air.
Shooting your eyes in the direction of your shared room, you tuned into the sounds coming out of his mouth. “Oh god,” you sighed in realization. She was right. He absolutely sounded like he was in the throes of filthy passion.
“Is he seriously just gaming?”
“Yeah,” you said simply, walking toward the hallway so you could stare at the closed bedroom door. “I think,” you joked, making the girl chuckle through the screen. “Seokjin!” You suddenly called out, waiting for a response that never came. “Hey!” You yelled again. Still nothing.
As you stepped closer to the room, saying his name again, your friend spoke out in alert: “Do not take me in there if you’re not one hundred percent sure he’s just gaming.”
Smirking, you opened the door to find Jin sitting at the desk, his back towards you, with headphones over his head. “Look at him, you switched the camera around to show him sitting in his pajamas, moaning and groaning at his game. “He wears the headphones because in his words, I don’t want to disturb you,” you giggled.
“Fuck off,” she smiled in response, shaking her head at the man. “That’s so funny.”
“Jin,” you yelled out again with a feigned sternness, your voice finally cutting through the sounds of the game, making your boyfriend jump in start as he ripped the headphones off his head and let out a surprised whoa as he turned around to shoot you a wide-eyed look of shock. “Hi,” you smiled sweetly.
“Hey,” he then greeted, quickly clutching his heart before giving you a small wave with a slightly embarrassed smile for being scared so easily.
“Quick question,” you told him, the man lifting his eyebrows to silently encourage you to go on. “Will you be quiet?” You then asked, holding back a smile of amusement. “You’re giving people the wrong idea.”
“What?” He asked in confusion, eyes blown wide as he stared at you. Making your way across the room to him, you turned the phone so he could see the screen. “The sounds you’re making,” you hinted before nodding at the screen.
“Who’s that?” He peered at the phone, squinting to make out the person. “Oh, hey,” he greeted in realization.
“You’re moaning, love,” you finally told him. “They sound very sexual.”
“They do?!” He raised his voice as shock and incredulity passed through his beautiful face as you planted yourself in his lap. The man immediately adjusted his posture to allow more room for you, his arm wrapping over your hip.
A snort of amusement and disbelief sounded from the phone, both of you looking at the girl rolling her eyes yet again. “I didn’t even know she laughs,” Jin muttered in embarrassment and defense, making you roll your eyes as you ran your free hand through the strands of hair at the back of his head. “Stop being a pervert,” he said louder through a smile, fond of the girl despite her teasing.
“Stop being foul,” she countered, wiping the smile off her face to feign annoyance, fooling neither of you.
Giggling at the two of them bicker, you leaned toward Jin’s face and left a quick kiss to his cheek, the man instinctively leaning into the touch.
“Ok, anyways, I’ll see you at breakfast,” your friend announced from the phone, only making you laugh further.
“I’ll miss you until then!” you called out, watching as she gave a single chuckle. “Bye sweets.”
“Yeah, yeah, bye,” she rolled her eyes one last time before ending the call.
“That’s so embarrassing,” Jin immediately groaned as he dropped his forehead to your shoulder. “How sexual?”
“Jin, you were moaning,” you giggled, pressing your lips to the top of his head. His hair was fluffy against your face and it smelled of flowers. “And screaming, but that wasn’t as sexual.” Lifting his head, he pointed a pout in your direction, your hands moving to hold his face, his cheeks plush under your palms. “You’re adorable.”
“I can’t get past this stupid level,” he whined in complaint. You glanced to your side to the computer screen, smirking at the game.
“I’m awesome at this game,” you bragged, looking back to Jin to see him smiling at you. “You want me to get you past this part?” You asked, already knowing the answer before he nodded at you. “Fine, let the master work,” you teased, turning your body so you faced the desktop, your back pressed against Jin’s chest.
His arms easily wrapped around your waist as he propped his head on your shoulder and watched you go to work with his avatar. “You’re so hot,” he whispered against your neck, leaving a kiss to the spot.
“I know,” you spoke quietly back, giggling when he kissed you several more times in a quick succession.
“Maybe I don’t care about the game so much anymore,” he hinted.
“Shush, baby. I’m winning,” you smirked, wanting to tase the man.
“Right,” he nodded, looking back to the computer. “Later,” he added, making you giggle as you pressed the buttons of the keyboard.
However, he continued to place soft kisses to your neck and shoulder, the affection heavily laced with desire. His agreement of, later, meant even less with the way his hands were quietly but not unwelcomingly slipping beneath your top to drag over the warm skin of your abdomen. You tried to ignore his touch, and the way it made your body tingle, but Jin was distracting. “Seokjin,” you whined through a quiet voice, but making no effort to push his hands away.
“Focus on the game,” he whispered near your ear, eliciting a scoff from you. “You can do it,” he simply encouraged, as though his fingers weren’t inching lower, threatening to deep beneath the waistband of your lounge shorts.
Ignoring him, you inhaled deeply and turned your attention back to the screen. And then his fingers broke the barrier, moving lower and lower, your exhale coming out quickly in both surprise and in anticipation.
“Just keep your attention on the game,” he whispered into your neck, smiling at the small moan you left out as his finger finally graced the spot you wanted him most.
“Honestly, Jin,” you pulled your right hand from the keyboard and instead gripped onto his wrist. “What fucking game?” Your voice was breathy as you let your eyes flutter shut for a moment.
The man simply chuckled, his fingers working magic as you gently and slowly moved your hips against his hand. “This game,” he told you, his voice low and thick with his own need. That voice was almost more distracting than his touch, almost making you not register the meaning of his words.  
Oh. So this was a game, you realized. With a smirk, you returned your hand to the keyboard to play the game, wanting to show him that you could still win this level even with his hand down your pants.
Challenge Accepted.
And challenge failed. You didn’t win the level, and it only took a few more minutes before you rose to your feet and dragged Seokjin to the bed, demanding more. But the games weren’t over, and you would find a way to win. You kissed him softly before whispering against his lips in that intimate way he loved: “Be loud for me, love,” you smirked as he hovered over you, supporting himself on his forearms, caging your face between them. “Let’s make those sounds real.”
“Stop,” he immediately complained in embarrassment, dropping his forehead against yours as you giggled in his smiling face. “Let’s see if you even can,” he then teased back, lifting his head from yours to look down at you. He was wearing an amused yet still slightly bashful grin, poking fun at himself but finding enjoyment in the new game you were both playing.
“Come on,” you retorted, glancing at his plush lips that you wanted on yours again. “We both know I can.”
He rolled his eyes, the sassiness only making you laugh and want him more. “Prove it,” he whispered as he lowered his lips to yours, giving you a sweet peck.
Tangling your fingers in his hair, you smirked before deepening the kiss. Challenge accepted, again. And this time, both of you had no doubt you’d win.
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starbandit · 6 months
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Heat Wave (K.S.J)
Requested- hi i was wondering if you could write any seokjin smut? um make it crazy if you want or don’t, i’m really bad at these sorry 😭
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Contains- oral (m&f!receiving) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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You sighed as you walked into your bedroom from the hallway. A nice, cool, afternoon shower was all you had needed in the extreme heat. Your heart nearly stopped when you shut the door and noticed a figure lounging on your bed. “What the hell?” You gasped. 
“Well hello to you too,” Seokjin dropped his phone on the bed. “I used the key under the doormat to get in, you should probably pick a better hiding spot.” Your boyfriend stated. “You don’t want any weirdos coming in while you're in the shower.” 
“Like the one sitting on my bed right now?” You raised an eyebrow. 
He scoffed. “Exactly,” He scanned your body. You were still wrapped in the towel from your shower, holding it closed tightly with your hand. You watched as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, biting the supple flesh. “Can you… Can you drop the towel for me, baby?” He questioned softly. 
You smirked at him. “What’s in it for me, Jinnie?” 
“Hmm…” He rubbed his chin. “How about I give you the best orgasm of your life?” He asked. 
“Wow, setting some high expectations there, babe.” You teased. You let your hand fall off the towel and the fabric fell to the floor. Seokjin smiled at the sight of your naked body. He lightly scanned down, from your shoulders, to the way your breasts sat, over the soft curves of your tummy, the smooth, glistening skin of your legs. All his. 
“Eyes are up here, buddy.” You joked, crawling onto the bed to sit next to him. You sat back on your heels next to his hip, hand coming to rest on the fabric of his jeans. You lightly traced your fingers over his hips. You slowly leaned down, catching him in a steamy kiss. You lightly nipped at his lip before pulling away. 
“Sit on my face.” 
You nearly choked on your spit. “Excuse me?” 
He chuckled and reached a hand up, cupping your jaw. “You heard me.” He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip. “Sit on my face.” 
You hummed as he slipped his thumb into your mouth, running the pad of his finger over your tongue. You gently closed your lips around the finger and sucked before pulling off with a pop. “Lay down.” 
Seokjin let out an excited squeal and sunk down into the bed, leaving you enough space to straddle his head. “Hop on!” He reached over to grab your thigh. 
You giggled and prepared yourself. You scooted over and straddled his chest, looking down at him. “Are you sure about this?” You questioned softly. 
He rolled his eyes. “Are you asking me if I want my incredibly hot, sexy, girlfriend to sit on my face?” He reached up to grip your ass. “You better hop on and ride, baby.” His fingers kneaded at the soft flesh. 
You took a deep breath before scooting forward again, hovering over his face. Your hands reached up to grip the headboard as you lowered yourself onto his face, still leaving most of your body weight on your knees. 
Seokjin hummed against you, nuzzling his face into your heat. He started giving you gentle licks, gauging how you reacted to each of the motions of his tongue. You gasped as he sunk his tongue into you, licking all around. 
He continued for a few moments before pulling away with a deep breath. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He adjusted his body slightly. “Put your full weight on me.” He tugged at your hips. “Please, want you to sit on me.” 
“Seokjin, I’m gonna suffocate you.” You looked down at his face in between your legs. His lips and chin were shiny from you, cheeks tinged pink. 
“You won’t.” He insisted. “Please, I’ll pinch you if I can’t breathe.” 
You sighed and allowed him to pull you all the way down, fully resting your weight on his face. A loud moan left Seokjin's mouth. He began to eat you out more enthusiastically, small moans and grunts leaving his mouth. 
You bit your lip in an attempt to hide the moans you were letting out. You gently rocked your hips in an attempt to get a little more friction. Seokjin hummed at the movement and stuck his tongue out, allowing you to grind on him. You groaned and rocked forward, using his tongue to get the spots you needed him most. “S-shit.” You reached a hand down to pull on his hair. 
Seokjin dug his fingertips into your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer to his face. Loud pants left your mouth as you continued to use his tongue, pushing yourself closer to release. You began to lose your rhythm and sloppily rocked your hips over his mouth, trying to chase your orgasm. Your boyfriend noticed this and began to rock your hips for you. Shit, there was no way you would last much longer like this. 
The muscles in your legs tensed up and you squeezed Seokjin's head between your thighs as you released. He moaned against you, lapping up your wetness with long, lazy licks. You whimpered as you sat back, putting your weight on his chest. 
“Why’d you stop?” He questioned, face glistening with your release. 
“I need a second.” Your heart was racing in your ears. You took a few deep breaths as Seokjin rubbed your thighs. Goose bumps formed under the touch. “Fuck, where did that come from?” You questioned. 
He shrugged the best he could under your weight. “Been doing some reading online.” A smile formed on his face. “Thought I could try some stuff out.” 
You hummed. “Hmm… Wanna show me again?” You questioned. 
He nodded enthusiastically which made a giggle leave your mouth. “I also want to try something…” You shifted your body, flipping over so your face was over his crotch. You unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped them, pulling the fabric down enough to access the bulge in his underwear. 
You leaned down, taking his clothed cock into your mouth, gently running your tongue over the length. He let out a shaky breath under you. “Shit,” He whispered. 
You wiggled your hips in his face and let out a soft gasp as he grabbed your hips and buried his face back into your pussy, licking feverishly. You tugged his boxers down, releasing his cock from the cloth. He was rock hard, the tip was deep red and leaking precum. You stared for a moment, admiring him, before taking him into your mouth. The salty precum hit the back of your tongue and you hummed around him. 
Seokjin let out a moan against your pussy which only made you want to do more. You propped yourself up some more and wrapped your hand around the base, jerking him off in time with your mouth. The weight of his cock in your mouth was heavenly, something you would never get sick of. You continued to suck, creating slight pressure in your mouth. 
Seokjin was struggling to keep it together. He was panting against you but still attempting messy licks. His breath was hot against your cunt as you wiggled back a little, trying to get some more friction from him. He began to focus his attention on your clit, giving short, fast licks to the sensitive bud. 
You groaned around his cock once more, pulling off with a ‘pop’. You buried your face in his hip for a second, still slowly jerking him off as he continued his assault on your clit. “Fuck, Jinnie.” You whimpered. 
His cock dripped onto the lower part of his stomach. You whimpered at the sight and forced yourself back up, taking him back into your mouth. You swallowed him all the way down, not stopping until your nose was pressed against his balls. Seokjin let out a loud moan, hands coming down to grip your hair. You gagged slightly before taking a deep breath, letting your eyes water as you swallowed around him. 
A string of curse words left his mouth as his hips twitched up. “S-shit,” He let out a gasp. “Fuck, babe, I’m not gonna last.” He moaned against your pussy. 
You hummed a confirmation back to him and bobbed your head, focusing your tongue on the tip of his cock. Jin continued his ministrations on your clit, caressing it with his tongue in the most intoxicating way. You were both chasing after an orgasm, and boy were you getting close. 
Seokjin gave a harsh thrust up, pushing his cock to the back of your throat. You gagged around him, tears welling up in your eyes. He let out a whine as his cock twitched against your tongue and thick, salty ropes painted your throat and the back of your tongue. You hummed around him, swallowing down the release. You followed close behind, soaking his chin and the neckline of his t-shirt. 
You rode out your orgasm on his face, while his cock began to soften in your mouth. You pulled off, not before giving him a few final licks to ‘clean up’. You rolled off him, settling into the sheets to catch your breath. Seokjin reached down to gently caress your shin. 
A comfortable silence fell over the room. Seokjin continued to run his fingers over your shin as the two of you caught your breath. The heat was finally sinking in and the sweat was making both of you sticky. 
“Babe?” 
You hummed in response. 
“Why is your apartment so fucking hot?”
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champagneher · 1 year
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I love your "Our Relationship" scenarios with OT7. I was wondering if you would do something similar but JinxReader are basically the parents of BTS and it's their reaction to that relationship?
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❝𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓❞ —𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧
pairing: kim seokjin x reader
based on: being jin's girlfriend brings good moments with the members as well.
genre: established relationship, fluff, jin and reader acting like a married couple, low-key they're already married.
warnings: just fluff.
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It was at times like this, when you found yourself without data on your phone, almost out of battery, bored and in the middle of the airport waiting for your boyfriend - whose flight had been delayed - that you would analyse and review your life. Almost, just thinking about what your whole life had been like based on your decisions sent you into a discouraging cycle of overthinking everything.
Instead, almost unconsciously, you began to recall various moments with the boys that you could say left a mark on your brain. Certainly, you never liked to take a lot of responsibility with people, but that definitely changed when you started your relationship with Jin a year and a half ago. You were the same age as Taehyung, but sometimes you felt like you were years older than him.
╭─ "You shouldn't be with that in here, Tae." You were sitting at the dining room table in the quarters eating fruit when you noticed Taehyung scurrying across the room with a bag almost your size. "I won't do anything bad, I promise." He gave you a smile as he placed the bag on the couch and pulled out his new golf club. "Do you like it? It was a gift from Mark hyung." "It's nice," you agreed, nodding your head as you watched his gift from afar. You knew Taehyung's golf obsession wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, you were happy that he had found a sport that fascinated him so much, but it wasn't the first time he, playing with his golf clubs, had broken something valuable. "Last time you broke Jin's favorite cup, and then you made me calm him down and that took me hours, Tae. You better go play outside." "But, but- I won't do anything. I'll just check them, and then I'll go outside, I promise ____." He looked at you with that funny face with a boxy smile you never got tired of making fun of. You let out a sigh, you really didn't see the problem, so you let him go about his business while you finished eating your strawberries in silence, checking your phone. "Where did Jin hyung go?" He asked suddenly. "He went with Nam to buy some stuff at the convenience store, do you want anything? I can text him now, I guess they won't be long now." "No, thanks," he declined with a smile. "I'll keep looking at my new present, quietly, peacefully and without breaking anything." "Okay, Tae." You stood up once you finished your bowl, then washed it and set it down. You saw the time and figured that the boys shouldn't be long in coming, so you decided to make Jin some tea for his arrival. Lately, he had been having a sore throat, so you thought this would help. You put Jin's cup on the kitchen island while you searched the booths for his favorite tea and waited for the water to boil. It wasn't two minutes before you felt a breeze on your back and then the clatter of the cup falling to the floor and shattering. Just then you felt the door open to reveal a curious Jin and Namjoon from hearing the noise. You quickly turned around and saw Taehyung looking completely red, hiding his golf club and another golf ball he was holding in his bag. Your mouth hung open slightly in surprise at the speed at which things happened. The broken cup at your feet, Taehyung looking completely embarrassed and ready to be yelled at, and Jin rushing to your side to inspect that you were okay. "What happened, are you okay? We heard something break." He spoke quickly, looking around you until he fixed his eyes on his mug and then on your hands, looking for an injury. "Yeah, uh…" you searched with your eyes for Tae who looked like a poor little puppy scared of his surroundings. "I was about to make you some tea, but the cup slipped out of my hands, and well…" "Oh, it's alright, don't worry, baby. Good thing you didn't hurt yourself, come on, I'll clean this up." Taehyung mumbled an inaudible "thank you" with his lips and ran away to hide in his room. You shook your head, sighing, and noticed Namjoon laughing in the corner watching everything. ──╯
You rarely covered things alone, most of the time it was you and Jin who were accomplices in little pranks that the members played on each other. How could you forget those moments when they would run to you to complete their plan, and you, as a good lover of a good joke, could not refuse.
╭─ "These guys will get into trouble…" you whispered, almost laughing as you watched Hoseok and Jimin argue in their respective positions to scare Yoongi who was about to come from the studio.
"I didn't think J-Hope would join Jimin, he doesn't value his life, let alone his relationship with his best friend." Jin shook his head. "Yeah, but you still agreed to help them," your tone was playful, just like your boyfriend's. "Ah, you know, Yoongi was the one who helped Jungkook eat my noodles the other day. Our relationship is already damaged beyond repair." You rolled your eyes at his exaggerated comment, but you couldn't help but still let out an airy laugh. "Hyung, hyung," Jimin called out to him, "start recording, please." Jin nodded and began discreetly recording with the phone Hoseok had given him. "Aish Jay, stop laughing," Jimin challenged him in a whisper as they both settled into their hiding place. "Sorry, sorry." The following flowed according to the plan they had discussed at least four times before agreeing was sound and would work. The door slowly opened, revealing a Yoongi dressed completely in black, slowly walking in with a slight frown that quickly changed when Hoseok jumped from the side so fast and in such an energetic manner characteristic of him, causing the poor Yoongi to let out a gasp running for the opposite side where he crashed into the wall, and then it was Jimin's turn to come out of hiding and with a water gun started dousing him while he kept laughing. Everything was in chaos, Hoseok laughing on the floor, Jimin screaming as he shot Yoongi with the toy, and the other covered his face to get close to him quickly throwing a couple of profanities worthy of a man like him. Jin couldn't stop laughing as he watched the scene unfold in front of him, and it was your turn to give the signal to distract Yoongi momentarily so that the two little delinquents could make their great escape. You took the towel provided by Jimin and threw it to Hoseok, who as best he could throw it in Yoongi's face, and that's when the two of them took off running. "Aish, I can't believe those pieces of shit did this to me!" Yoongi started screaming as he started walking towards where they had run off to. "Jin you're going to pay for betraying me too, you're all going to regret it." ──╯
Even after what comes after a joke in almost bad taste - for Yoongi - there is always the care that comes after the euphoria. Of course, they apologize and promise not to do it again, which is a total lie, but there also comes the laughter and the experience told from each other's point of view.
If Jin can't sleep at night, he knows he has a way out of watching the videos and photos on his phone to have a good laugh and relax. It was not uncommon for you to hear his characteristic laughter at three o'clock in the morning.
"Ya, Namjoon-ah you can't keep ruining it like this! We're on the same team, you're supposed to have my back, not tell others my location!" Jin shouted in frustration on his third attempt to complete the game's mission. It was currently 4 o'clock in the morning, everyone was at their respective homes, but all connected to the same server playing a team game on the computer. Jin was teamed up with Namjoon and Yoongi. While one was hardly talking at all, Namjoon kept giving out his location to 'help' him. "Oh Jin, I'm sorry, I didn't know I had the microphone on." Namjoon chuckled under his breath realizing his mistake. "It's okay, I'll tutor you later. We have to beat the others," he complained, listening to the other members laugh. "We're going to be here for another three hours if we don't complete our mission." Yoongi complained with a mouthful of a snack. "Our hyungs should be asleep by now." Jungkook joked with a chuckle. "Jungkook I'm going to kick you out of the game." You weren't one to sleep early when you had nothing to do either, so you were usually still awake when Jin went back to bed. You grabbed the TV remote and paused the series you were watching when you saw Jin enter the room with a funny grimace. You both agreed to put a TV in your room since you both usually had trouble sleeping at night. Jin walked over to your side of the bed shuffling his feet, when he was as close as he could he lay down on top of you slowly so as not to crush you with all his weight. He was in his blue pyjamas, his hair dishevelled and his eyes a little red from staring at the screen for more than four hours straight. You gently stroked his hair once he was settled between your legs with his head on your chest. "Tired?" "Mmm, a little." He barely said with his face now between your neck. "It's going to be five in the morning already, love." You placed a kiss on his tousled curls. "Mmm," he moaned, wrapping his arms as best he could around your waist. "I missed you." "Yeah?" "Mhm." "I heard you were pretty busy screaming to the guys." You said funnily as you remembered his shouting less than 15 minutes ago. "They stressed me out a bit, that's all." He placed a kiss on your neck. The atmosphere was warm and quiet, both of you so comfortable with each other that you didn't need to talk to feel content. "I talked to Yoongi," he commented, with his voice muffled by your neck. "You did? How is he?"
"Better," he replied confidently. "He's moving on, I noticed he was calmer on the ride home." "That's good." "Mmhm." There was a brief comforting silence between the two. "I missed being like this with you. I know whenever I'm with the members, I say I'm with family but being with you is being home, you know? Of all our partners, you were the only one who waited for us at the airport, even when we were an hour late." "I would wait for you for as long as it takes." "I know, and I would do the same for you… I even think you would do it for the other members. You know, when we were on our way here, we talked a little bit about you." "Ah, no wonder my ear was hurting." "No!" He laughed. "Good stuff." "You'd better, or you'd be on your way to sleep at Namjoon's house." He lifted his head and looked at you for a few moments, planted a soft kiss on your lips, then tucked his head back into your neck with his flushed cheeks. "You're still the same shy boy…" you shook your head, smiling, how a simple act like giving you a kiss could put Jin off like that. You didn't understand, you knew what Jin could be and do in confidence, and you knew it very well. He showed you very well in bed, it was where all his inhibitions disappeared and you could see the confident and sexy man he really was. "I mean, now, because later when we have sex you're something else…" "Ah! As I was saying," he interrupted, raising his voice and hugging you tighter as he felt embarrassed. "Jin!" You laughed harder at his state. "Good stuff. About you. The members and I talked. They love you very much." Jin almost stumbled over his words from how fast he was talking, trying to move the attention to the anecdote he wanted to tell you since they landed. "I love them too." "Almost like a mother…" "No, Jin. Don't say that!" "Why?" he complained. "It makes me feel old."
"I'm older than you!"
"That sounds like a you problem."
"First, J-Hope remembered how you made us all sandwiches when we had to leave for the airport early and you knew we hadn't had breakfast." He in one smooth movement moved to your side, to now stand sideways and look at you. With his right arm holding his head to somehow get you a little lower than him, and with his left arm stretched out he placed it on your stomach. "That was a nice gesture."
"Well, they were hungry."
"It wasn't your obligation, and yet you did it."
"It was just sandwiches."
Jin shook his head. "Don't minimize it. But then, Taehyung remembered when we went to The Soup and we were hungry, it was raining and you baked muffins for us to eat after playing in the rain. Even Yoongi for the first time spoke without us talking to him first, and told how you helped him when he got drunk on our terrace, and you listened to him all night long. Without getting angry, without complaining, without judging him. You just listened." Jin's voice grew small and weak. "You did more for him than all of us together."
"We all helped, love. I was simply what he needed at the time, then everyone had their share."
Jin continued as if you hadn't said anything. It was just him and his feelings of love and pride for you. "Namjoon was so grateful to have someone to talk to about his books and how you're always willing to give him a hand with his plants. Even when Jungkook got sick, you drove 40 minutes to bring him soup."
You were speechless, and that wasn't new, but now it was different. You knew - and you expected others to know - that your forte was not words and your demonstration of affection was based on actions and giving of your time. Listening to Jin tell how the boys valued what you thought were minimal actions was comforting and filled your chest with a feeling that made you want to cry with happiness.
"I just don't want you to ever forget that you work so hard."
"I know," he kissed your forehead and then kissed your nose and lips. "You give without expecting anything in return. You came not only to change my life, but also to make me a better person and to be with the ones I love the most. No one has ever cared for me like that, and I want you to know that I love you and I thank you."
"Oh Jin, you are going to make me cry and I already did my skin care." You sat on the bed laughing as you blew air into your eyes with your hands trying to chase away the tears forming around your eyes.
Jin followed your action and sat cross-legged in front of you. You sighed and left your hands still to watch him now with your slightly sparkling eyes. He held a charming smile on his lips and in his eyes there was nothing but love reflecting them.
"You're going to kill me…" you murmured, captivated by your boyfriend.
"And I would follow you everywhere, even in death."
"Damn Seokjin."
"If I could change my words, I'd say this:" he cleared his throat to settle himself better, put his back straight and took your hands in his. "You and the members are my family, and you are the home I always want to come back to."
The emotions stirring inside you were so difficult to understand and control. If you were sure that no one ever made you feel the way Jin does. No one had ever spoken to you like that either, and you were sure that his words were honest. You were in a conflict inside because you wanted to tell him in a thousand ways what you felt and all the love you had for him, but the lump in your throat and the confusion that your feelings provoked in your brain as to what to say, left you silent. Unable to say anything for a minute, you rushed up to him to kiss him hard and hard. Wrapping your arms around his neck and sitting on his lap. Jin followed your kiss by placing his hands on your waist to pull you even closer to him.
You could faintly feel the birds chirping to what you assumed was already morning.
The kiss lasted until you couldn't hold your breath anymore, his tongue in your mouth left you mesmerized, the way Jin directed the kiss in such a sensual way could make your legs tremble. Moving your head to the side so you could bite his fleshy lower lip you could draw a moan from him. You pulled away from him slightly so you could breathe and pressed your foreheads together.
"Please, know I love you. So much that you leave me speechless. Literally."
"I know." He kissed your lips. "That's why we complement each other so well."
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let me know what you think! (please, i'm needy)
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yoonia · 1 year
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cinnamon bliss ● bonus chapter ● 002: mistletoe kisses
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➬ Subtitle | Cinnamon Bliss: bonus chapter 002 — mistletoe kisses
➬ Summary | Christmas comes early this year in Cinnamon Bliss, and you welcome its warmth with open arms, just as you had welcomed the new presence of love in your life. For the first time after so long, you no longer feel the cold despair of winter piercing through your heart. Not when he fills the void and all the crevices with his warm love. This year, you promise to be nice to him and return the favour, only to find that he is determined to make it into this year’s naughty list. And he is going to make sure that you will be there to join him.
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↳ Pairings | Seokjin x reader ↳ Genre | Single Dad!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Fluff, Smut ↳ Ratings & Warning | +18 / M for Mature; mention of alcohol consumption, mention of past trauma, naughty Seokjin, lots of kissing, making out, minor food play, teasing, explicit smut/sex scenes, including: public sex, sensory play, rough sex, unprotected sex, breast play, breast fondling, groping, clothed foreplay, clothed sex, nipple play/biting, fingering, masturbation (solo, both female and male, minor), clit play, light bondage/restraint, implied creampie ↳ Word count | 10,6k words (I have no idea how this happened, sorry) ↳ Cinnamon Bliss: series masterpost | Main Masterlist ↳ Author/Posting date | @yoonia​​ / Dec 8th, 2022
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↳ Author’s note | This piece has been sitting in my draft for a long time. I didn’t want it to waste and I was missing these two a lot after some people keep mentioning the story, so I figured it would be the perfect timing to share it now to celebrate Jin’s birthday (even if it’s a few days late. I’m sorry, Jin). If you’re familiar with my other fics (especially the ones involving Yoongi), you might be able to find the easter egg that I hid within this story. Consider it my surprise gift for you. Have fun reading!
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The sound of the cold wind blowing outside of your shop fades just as the front door closes. The jingle sound of the bell hanging above the door as it falls shut seems to echo a bit louder than normal across the seating area before everything falls silent.
In the past, this silence would have felt so deafening that it would bring you nothing but sorrow. The cold winter would have been piercing through your heart right the moment you were left on your own, and it would have become the reason why you were searching for solitude right here in your back kitchen during those winter nights, hoping to find warmth from your running ovens and the joy of creating your baked goods.
But everything is different this year.
The winter no longer brings an empty void in your chest. The warmth surrounding you as you continue working in the kitchen is not the only one that has melted your cold heart for the season. And the smile that had come to your face after your last conversation with Naeun has yet to fade even after she stepped out of the shop moments ago.
For once in your life, you welcome the cold season lightheartedly.
You even find yourself humming as you slowly work on baking, enjoying this serene moment not with a fractured heart, but with one that is filled with hope and warm love instead. You revel in the serene moment as much as you could. It always feels comforting and easy as you move around the kitchen to do your work. The repetitive act you do in the kitchen becomes therapeutic that you always end up losing track of time. That is exactly what you are feeling now, as you move from one oven to another, pulling out the pans filled with freshly baked buns from the running oven before moving to heat up the next one, never once missing a pace as you return to the counter to finish the other tasks. You have one last batch left to bake, and while you let it rest and rise on the counter a bit longer, you carry on to finish the icing for the cake that you had baked earlier with Naeun before you had to let her go so she could enjoy the weekend.
It was a good thing that you had decided to close the shop way before the evening rush would start coming in. It has given you the additional time you needed to do the extra work while giving the girls a chance to have a free night.
You figured it would have only been fair to them as you have your own personal reason to close up the shop much earlier than usual today. It was also the reason why you are still busy in the kitchen once everyone had left, and why you are putting an effort to make these extra last-minute batches of baked goods.
Today is a special day.
So special that it didn’t matter if you had a long, busy day at the shop and encountered a bit rush in the afternoon because of it. The only thing you are feeling now is excitement and joy, while you are also hopeful that you will be able to make someone happy on his special day.
Just as you are putting the final batch of cinnamon rolls into the pre-heated oven, you can hear the jingle sound of the bell from the front door ringing once more. Thinking that it might be Naeun who came back to grab something she may have forgotten, you don’t bother to rush out to see who it is. But as minutes go by and nobody comes walking through the door, you start to grow wary about it.
After making a quick final check on the oven and setting up the timer, you turn away, hurriedly making your way out of the back kitchen while rubbing your hands clean down your waist apron and making sure that your blouse is tidy and presentable. You make haste, worrying that a customer may have failed to notice the ‘close’ sign or that one of the waitresses had forgotten to put up the sign and lock the doors on their way out.
“Hello?” you call out towards the dimly lit room as you cross the room to the front. Yet the moment you recognise the person standing in the seating area, your uneasiness quickly calms down.
It doesn’t matter how much time has passed, your heart still beats like crazy whenever you see him. The love that you feel blooming inside you whenever you look at him almost seems unreal and it doesn’t seem to be fading away anytime soon. Even his whole presence seems almost too good to be true, as he is standing there right in the middle of the room, surrounded by nothing but empty seats and tables. The main lights in the shop have been turned off when everyone else left the shop. Yet the room isn’t left completely dark, still illuminated by the lights coming from outside and from the display counter that you had left on, added with the sparkles coming from the decorations that the girls had put up since winter came.
Still busy looking around him with eyes full of awe, Seokjin has yet to notice you there, completely oblivious to how easily he takes your breath away simply by watching him in complete silence.
Just as you come around the display counter, he finally turns to notice you and smiles. “Isn’t it a bit too early for Christmas?” he asks you while pointing at the decoration hanging on the walls and the large windows, filling your modest shop with lavish colours to bring in the holiday festive mood.
Laughing softly, you can only shrug as you walk over to him. “Have you seen the other shops around us? They already started putting up decorations since the last week of November to draw more customers. The entire block looks like Christmas town,” you tell him with your hand waving around, pointing at all the decorations around you which he was marvelling at. “The girls got jealous after seeing all the other shops looking all fancy and joyful for the holiday season, so Naeun insisted that we join them and light up the place too. They seemed so excited about it, so what else could I do? They did get a bit carried away for a bit, though. I barely managed to stop them from bringing in a massive tree and got them to choose a smaller one.”
The entire time you were talking, never once did Seokjin look away from you. His eyes are warm when he smiles and says, “The place looks lovely. I think they did a great job changing things up. Not too fancy, but joyful enough for winter.”
Seokjin turns to take another look at the seating area. A smile appears on his face just as his eyes fall on the corner seat that he and Soojin have been frequently using ever since they first came into the shop. Following his gaze, your heart flutters, just like how it always does when you catch the sight of that special seat, as you are always reminded of your own beautiful memory of how your friendship bloomed into the deep bond that you have today.
Even the way he looks tonight reminds you of your first encounter, making your heart flutter when you look at him again. The winter outside has yet to reach its peak. Yet while he is not wearing his long winter coat just yet, the short black winter jacket he is wearing still reminds you of the long black coat that he was wearing the first day he came through that door.
The dust of snow clinging to his broad shoulders and the hem of his jacket, the way he tugs on the jacket when he pushes his hand into its pocket, and how the jacket makes him appear stronger and taller as it fits perfectly on his body—the sight brings you back to the moment he first stood came into your shop with his daughter in his arms with the dust of snow clinging on his dark coat. You look down at the buttoned-up shirt that he is wearing underneath his jacket, partly covered by the hand-knitted scarves he is wearing around his neck, and remember that he has just gotten out of the office before coming here.
Just about an hour later than usual, you realise, and you cannot help but smile when you think about the reason why.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I thought we were planning to meet at your parents’ place?” you ask him once he is done marvelling at the place, reminding him of the original plan that you had made with him earlier this afternoon.
As today is his special day, his parents had arranged a birthday dinner for him and invited you to come along to celebrate together. It has been months since you started officially dating, and Seokjin has always been open with his family about your relationship since day one. The fact that Soojin has always talked about you whenever she was spending time with her grandparents had only added to their curiosity even further that it didn’t take long before he finally took you home to meet them.
Ever since the first meeting, his family welcomed you with open arms. The baked goods that you brought them on that first family dinner certainly helped melt the ice while Seokjin was introducing you to everyone, but it was Soojin who did all the work to let everyone in the room know how special you were to her. The memory of that first meeting brings a smile to your face each time it comes back to you, and all the nerves that you may have felt about meeting them again tonight simply fade into hope.
Seokjin pulls his hand out of his pocket to take your hand in his, bringing your attention back to him. “I just couldn’t wait to see you,” he says with a shrug, making you smile even wider. He has always been honest about his thoughts and feelings, and he seems to enjoy making your heart flutter by doing so. “And the surprise party ended earlier than I had thought it would. The managers probably worried about having to pay overtime if anyone stayed longer.”
You smile at him just as he mentioned the office party. It was a little over an hour before he was supposed to leave work when he called, sounding completely bewildered as he told you about the surprise party that his co-workers were giving him to celebrate his birthday. “It was so nice of them to throw a party for you.”
He grins. “It was a nice surprise. Too bad you couldn’t be there, though,” he playfully whines while pouting. During his call earlier, while he was telling you that he might be getting off late from the office due to the party, his friends had urged him to invite you to join them. Even his friend, Jaehwan, had offered to pick you up from the shop. But with the plan of closing business early, the shop became extremely busy during rush hour that you couldn’t easily get away.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” you tell him while smiling apologetically to him. “The moment we put up an announcement that we’re closing a few hours earlier than we normally would, we immediately got a long line of people buying stuff to take home all afternoon. The shop got so busy that we all got our hands full. I was lucky enough that I still got a chance to sneak out and pick up Soojin at the school on time.”
“Oh, right. I’m sorry for giving you so much trouble today,” he groans, only remembering now that you had taken care of his daughter while he was also busy at work. For the past month, due to his work getting extremely busy towards the end of the year, both of you have been taking turns picking up Soojin. She would later either spend the rest of the afternoon waiting for her father to finish work at her grandparents’ or at your shop whenever business isn’t too crowded. It takes a lot of adjusting to do on your part to juggle between managing the bakery and caring for her, but you have always enjoyed spending every moment you have shared with her that you have no complaints about it at all.
That’s why you only wave him off. “It was nothing. Though she did try to argue with me and begged to come back with me to the shop instead of going straight to her grandparents,” you tell him, laughing softly when you remember Soojin sulking a little when you refused to let her stay with you. It’s even more adorable to think about it now, realising now that she looks just like her father when she was pouting her lips while arguing with you. “It took a lot of convincing until she finally gave in. Though it might have had something to do with the oatmeal cookies I brought with me to bribe her.”
“Thank you for putting up with my spoiled girl,” he says, chuckling softly as he imagines you dealing with his little girl. He has always admitted that Soojin can be a handful sometimes, despite being a bit more mature for her age, but you have always put up with her so many times that Seokjin is always left in awe. There is a hint of admiration in his eyes when he puts his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me out with her today. And also for tonight. You’re still busy finishing up?”
You nod a little while hiding your face from him. He draws out this reaction from you so easily regardless of how many times he does it. All he has to do is look at you with those sweet, attentive eyes, and your cheeks would grow warm, your chest would flutter, rarely could you ever hide it from him that he would do it more deliberately just to make it last longer for him to enjoy.
“Just one more batch to finish up before we can head out. Naeun helped me finish more than half of what needed to be done before she left so I got a lot of them covered.” You smile as you recall nearly pushing Naeun away when she had insisted to stay and help. But you had been so determined to give her the break she needed and handle everything on your own that you didn’t give in. You didn’t mind the extra work either when you had every intention to do something nice for the birthday boy, something that he deserves to have for being an amazing lover to you and a great dad for Soojin. At least, that was your intention when you first offered to make the birthday cake yourself rather than have his mother buy one for him.
The additional cinnamon bread rolls that you have been making on the side, however, had more to do with Soojin’s special wish.
Looking up at him, a naughty thought comes to mind, something to pay him back for getting you all flustered by his subtle gestures. Leaning in, you playfully run a finger down his chest and murmur softly, “It’s a lot of hard work, especially after all the rush we’ve gotten today. But I can think of ways for you to make it up for me.”
“Is that so? Hmmm, I think I might have a good idea where to start,” he asks you with a smirk on his face, showing you the opposite reaction to what you had intended. With a mischievous smile on his face, he takes a step backwards, tugging you along with him until you are pressed to his chest when he suddenly points up above his head. “Oh, look. A mistletoe. What a coincidence.”
You look up, noticing the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, perfectly placed right above your head. You roll your eyes and laugh. “I guess that means I get to win a kiss?”
“I don’t mind it,” he says, grinning. “And I do owe you one already for being such an amazing girlfriend.”
Immediately, your face grows hot yet again thanks to his compliment. You don’t even get the chance to dwell on it when Seokjin leans in to kiss your lips softly. His lips feel warm and velvety against yours, something that has always become the reason why you love kissing him so much. But the moment your lips mesh together and you feel his tongue licking out to graze yours in an open-mouthed kiss, you find an acquired taste lingering there.
“Hmmm…rum,” you hum softly against his lips the moment you come apart, and you feel him smiling just before he steals one last chaste kiss from you.
With a soft chuckle, Seokjin pulls away. “Apparently, the company’s rules about alcohol prohibition don’t apply when someone at the office was having a birthday and everyone was celebrating,” he jokingly says, and you quickly find that the taste of alcohol and rum on his lips and tongue are not the only things he had gotten from his party. Now that you are able to look at him up close, you finally notice all the things that the dim light around him had failed to show you.
He may have seemed put together at one glance, but being this close allows you to see his eyes—the glossy look he is giving you, the bedroom eyes that would only appear when he is slightly inebriated, his crooked smile, and the way he sways a little under your weight when you lean further into his chest.
No wonder he’s been awfully playful and flirty since he got here, you wonder, only now seeing through his effort to hide his tipsiness from you.
Resisting a smile, you playfully pout at him. “Aw, too bad,” you release a dramatic sigh. “And I was hoping that you can lend me a hand so we can speed things up and leave quickly.”
Laughing, Seokjin tries to tickle you, knowing that you’re just teasing him. “Hey! I’m not drunk. I only had a couple of shots. Just let me burn the alcohol for a few minutes and I’ll help you with anything you need.”
“Fine. I was just teasing you.” You lift yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss the corner of his lips, and that is when a sudden chill runs through your veins. You quickly glance over his shoulder, looking far out the front window to search for his car. Dread overcomes you at the thought of him driving by himself all the way here after having a few drinks. The faint memory of your past accident comes flashing through your mind. The images vanish in a blink of an eye, yet the awful feeling lingers in your chest.
As if he knows what you are thinking as you grow tense in his arms, Seokjin brushes a thumb across your cheek, drawing your attention back to him.
“Baby, hey—look at me.” It takes a moment, but you draw a deep breath and finally focus on him again. “I didn’t drive here, if that’s what you’re worried about. I didn’t have that much to drink, but I still figured I shouldn’t drive. Jaehwan drove me here.”
With a sigh of relief, you slowly calm down. “That’s—good. Wonderful.” You smile at him. “So how are we supposed to go to your parent's house?”
“I was thinking that we can call a cab, or order an Uber. That’s also why I decided to have him drop me here. If we were both going there by taxi or Uber anyway, why not ride together?” he points out, drawing a smile to your face.
“Oh, you’re probably right. And it is good that you’re here, actually. I would’ve needed some extra hands, not just to finish the final baking and packing things up, but also to carry your birthday cake and a couple of batches of cinnamon rolls that I’m bringing in for dessert.”
Seokjin raises his eyebrows. “Sweet bread for dinner, huh?” he asks, and all you need to do is nod your head before it finally dawns on him. “Ah, Soojin’s request?”
You cannot help but smile as you think about that sweet girl, and how she was practically begging you to bring in her favourite bread rolls tonight. “She said that everyone wanted to try the cinnamon rolls that she loves so much.”
“Uh-hum, and who is this ‘everyone’ we’re talking about?”
Your grin widens as you recall her exact words, listing all the people that Soojin had been hard selling your cinnamon dessert to, “Her cousins, her uncle and aunt, Granddaddy and Grammy, and she was sure that Daddy would love to have some right after dinner.”
Seokjin can only shake his head. “I’m sorry. She’s been hard selling your baked goods whenever she’s with her grandparents,” he chuckles softly, and then his gaze turns warm when he says, “But I think my little princess has gotten you wrapped around her pretty little fingers to make it so easy for you to grant her wishes.”
Thinking about Soojin, your chest is immediately filled with warmth and a deep kind of love that almost matches the one you have for him. “She certainly has,” you whisper. “Since day one.”
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Moments later, Seokjin joins you in the back kitchen.
You had just finished icing his birthday cake and all you need to do is to place it in the box that you had prepared. While you are working on this, you had sat Seokjin down on the other side of the work counter where he could sit down with his hot chocolate—which he had sneakily added a few drops of rum into as his birthday treat—so he wouldn’t be able to take a sneak peek of the special surprise that you have added onto his cake.
“Are you sure you don’t need my help for that?” you hear him asking teasingly, yet you keep your eyes on the cake, making sure to be careful with it to not ruin the result of your hard work. Once the cake is perfectly secured in the box, you clap your hands together and proudly cheer,
“Done! See? I’m good at this.”
“Alright, I shouldn’t have doubted you,” he laughs while raising his hands up. As you gently place the box of cake together with the other boxes you finished packing up, Seokjin takes the time to look around. You see a grin on his face when you return to him. “This reminds me of back in summer, back on Soojin’s birthday. Do you remember?”
You raise your eyebrows at his question, wondering what he means by it. Though it only takes a glimpse at the mirth dancing in his gaze for the memories of that summer to return to you.
Once again, your face heats up, but for a reason this time, as you remember what had happened then. It was Soojin’s birthday in the summer, and you had both decided to throw a small party. The idea to surprise her with a special cake which was made by the two of you had come from Seokjin. He came to your apartment for a quick baking lesson on your day off, hoping that the privacy of your home would make him feel more comfortable to learn rather than have him come to the shop.
It was a good day, both of you had been in good spirits, feeling joyful and excited as you showed him all the steps and he was following them so easily. Until things took a swift turn. It had started with him being playful, making a mess here and there as he teased you with the flour and cream and spilled them to your skin and his body instead of the mixing bowl. The messy event had then led you to take a shower to clean up and, of course, he was there to join you to ‘help out.’ Just as your mind flies back to what happened right after that moment, your head spins and not only your face begins to heat up, your body is beginning to feel the same way.
Trying to hide your reaction, you turn away from him and pay more attention to the last running oven still baking the last pan of bread rolls. You still have your eyes on the timer when he slinks away to get behind you, and you don’t notice him there until he suddenly comes a bit too close to your back.
“What’s next? What else are you still working on?” he asks, surprising you with his hands on your shoulders. You jump in the spot and gasp, quickly laughing to cover it up. Turns out that getting your mind in the gutter is enough to make your body grow sensitive to his touch.
“Um—all we need is to wait for this one to finish baking. We still have about thirty to forty minutes left before it’s done,” you tell him while keeping your eyes on the oven and silently hoping that your heartbeat would start to calm down before he notices anything.
Instead of walking away, Seokjin remains where he is and moves his hand down to your waist. While you are busy trying to stay calm, he lifts his other hand to look at his watch and comments, “Well, we have about an hour before dinner starts so we have enough time. Did you say something about cleaning up before leaving? Want me to help?”
You look over your shoulder and smile at him. “You’re getting bored back here, aren’t you?”
“Guilty,” he says, grinning. “I feel like I’d be more useful if I’m doing something, but you didn’t even let me help.”
You turn and gently smack his chest jokingly. “I told you, you’re not supposed to see the cake until later,” you remind him, biting your lips when you think about the writings you put on the top of the cake.
‘Happy Birthday, Daddy of the Year.’
It sounds so innocent when anyone would think of the message as something that comes from Soojin. But knowing him, it wouldn’t be surprising if he reads ‘Daddy’ with a double entendre, especially once he sees the wink and heart symbol following the message.
Clearing your throat before you start laughing, you point at the boxes of cinnamon rolls that are ready to be taken away. “You’re welcome to help me carry the boxes later. It doesn’t seem much but it’s quite heavy once the boxes are full. I’m adding this extra batch because I ran out of Soojin’s favourite when we were closing.”
Looking away from the boxes of cake and dessert, you grimace at the sight of the work counter behind you and Seokjin, noticing the mess that you have created in your rush. The counter’s surface is half covered with flour, powdered sugar, and a dust of cinnamon powder that had been left behind from all the preparation and baking process. You have put away all the boxes of ingredients and unused baking pans back in the cabinets, yet you have yet to clear away the used piping bags, the empty containers and the leftover parchment papers still piling on the corner of the counter. Sighing, you nod and murmur almost to yourself, “Yeah, you’re right. Cleaning this place up also sounds like a good idea.”
Seeing that you don’t have much time to waste, you move to start putting away the trash and wash all the used pans while Seokjin goes on to wipe the counter clean. For a brief moment, you manage to work together to tidy up the place in silence. Yet it doesn’t take long before Seokjin returns to his mischievous ways and starts trying to grab your attention again.
You are in the middle of setting aside the cleaned pans when he turns to you, shaking the rag he has been using to clean and letting the dust of flour drop into the sink. All the flour had gotten to his hands that they turned white, yet he doesn’t seem to mind it at all. In fact, he seems amused for some reason as he looks down at his dirty hands with a smile on his face. It’s a good thing that he had put away his jacket and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, keeping his clothes away from all the powder coating his skin. Yet this look seems to stir something inside you, when your stomach flutters seeing how casual he looks while being around you.
“This takes us back to that time, doesn’t it?” he asks while waving his fingers at you, and trying to reach out to spread the flour in his hands to your skin.
“Are you talking about that again?” You laugh at him and try to avoid his touch, though it doesn’t stop him from diving forward and blowing the flour towards you. You try to escape, only for him to scoop the nearest layer of powder on the counter which he has yet to wipe clean. “Stop it. You’re supposed to be cleaning this up instead of making more mess out of it.”
Laughing at his antics, you fail to dodge him when he suddenly traps you against the counter, stopping you from running away so he could start spreading the flour in his fingers on your face and hair. “Gotcha. Oh, see? Here we are again. You and I, the counter, with flour on our hair and face,” he teases you, throwing the useless rag away and resting his hands on either side of your body, trapping you between him and the counter behind you.
Shaking your head, you can only sigh and wrap your arms around his neck. Both of your faces are pretty much stained with flour now from him playing around. “Should’ve expected that you would be playing with food once Soojin isn’t around.”
Seokjin responds with a soft chuckle. “I’ve been a good influence for my baby girl. But a man should be bad once in a while,” he whispers in a low voice and leans in, ready to kiss your lips. But right as he is about to move, something catches his attention from the corner of his eyes and he looks up, immediately laughing. “And, of course, we also have a mistletoe hanging in the kitchen. Your friend is really keeping the Christmas spirit strong this year, huh?”
You quickly look up. Sure enough, there is a small mistletoe hanging right above your head. Similar to the ones you see at the front shop. Your head falls back as you laugh, picturing Naeun sneaking into the kitchen while everyone else was busy just to put this one up. “We still got a few pieces left when Naeun and the girls were done. She said something about the kitchen looking too plain compared to the seating area. She talked about putting up some here in the back and in the office before she left, but I didn’t know that she had actually done it.”
Chuckling softly, Seokjin leans closer. You don’t even have to read his mind to see what he is up to. “I love how creative your friend is,” he murmurs as his lips come brushing against yours. “Because now I have a good reason to kiss you.”
Before you have any chance to react, he presses his lips on yours, making good of his words to kiss you. This time, however, unlike the kiss that you shared earlier which had been soft and quite innocent when it comes to tipsy Seokjin, this one heats up right the moment your lips make contact with one another. You respond with a light gasp as he deepens the kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue in.
While you let him devour you, his hands move away from the counter to find your hips. Your whole body arches into him when he gives you a tight grip, and then he easily draws out a moan that comes from your throat when his hands and fingers begin to roam around, feeling up the curves of your hips and waist before travelling back down, and down, ending right at the hem of your short skirt that falls merely a few inches away from the under curves of your bottom. He palms the soft flesh of your butt from over your skirt for a brief moment and lets out a deep groan when the tips of his fingers curl beneath it to find your skin.
He breaks off the kiss just then, though he makes no move to pull away. You open your eyes to look up at him only to find him closing his, suddenly looking tense and slightly disturbed. “What’s wrong?” you breathlessly ask him, which only earns another soft groan from him.
Seokjin pulls one hand away and pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing deeply. “Nothing, I just—” he sheepishly says to you. The moment he opens his eyes, there is something in his gaze that makes you feel hot inside. You have no idea why until he continues, “I just had the sudden image of you, standing here, wearing this apron—” he starts, looking down at your body with a sigh, his gaze stops at the waist apron covering your silky skirt. He gently pulls you into his arms and bends down. He starts kissing your neck, pressing soft and gentle kisses as he works his way up to your jaw while whispering, “—and nothing else but this apron.”
You can feel a gasp coming out of you before you can stop it. The sound comes not only from the hot kisses he is giving on your skin, but also from the soft shudders that he brings out of your body. “Hmmm, naughty boy. Is that the rum talking?”
Kissing the area right beneath your earlobe, Seokjin softly laughs, his voice is deep when he says, “Maybe I just want to be naughty this year.”
You have no idea what causes you to react after that. Perhaps it was hearing his naughty words, or perhaps it was the feeling that he is stirring from within you with both his teases and his kisses. Your hand seems to have its own mind as you reach down between you, gently resting your palm on his covered bulge that has been poking at you since he first started pressing his body against yours.
“I can tell,” you whisper to him, sighing softly when your body shudders just by feeling the firm hard-on he is sporting beneath his trousers. Keeping your eyes on him, you begin stroking him from over his pants and he immediately reacts, moaning softly while slowly bucking his hips into your palm.
“Be careful, baby. You might start something,” he complains, yet he makes no move to stop you. Instead, he opens his eyes to look at your face as he continues rocking his hips, while his hands return to your body, palming more aggressively down your skirt until his fingers start brushing the skin underneath.
“You started it first,” you scold him and tease him back by leaning up, pressing your lips on the column of his throat. You can feel him swallowing hard, and his hands holding down firmly on your thighs just as his chest shudders with his deep breath.
“That’s it—” is the last thing you hear from him before he suddenly hoists you up onto the counter. “You asked for it.”
You are completely caught off guard by his sudden move that you can barely react. But that soon changes when he pulls you towards him until you are resting right on the edge of the counter. “How much time do we have again?”
“Not much,” you whisper to him, unable to control your breath when your heartbeat is racing. With your new position, you have your legs spread open, your skirt pulled up nearly to your hips, exposing your still-covered center which allows you to feel the heat brewing between your legs.
“Better make this quick, then,” he quickly says before kissing your neck again. His hands reach around your back, nearly shaking as he tries to untie your apron. “I really don’t want to take this thing off.”
“Then don’t,” you whisper back to him, gently pushing him away. He pulls back immediately, looking at you with wide eyes and slightly disappointed. You realise then that he probably thinks that you are trying to stop him from going further, so you pull up your skirt and the hem of your apron further and pull him back towards you. “Keep them on. There’s not enough time. Just make sure you’re not making a mess of my clothes. I didn’t bring any set of change for dinner.”
Seokjin’s grin returns to his face, and so does the hunger in his eyes as he comes back to you. The next moment, your lips come together in a heated kiss, while his hands roam down your body, feeling you up and touching you from over your clothes. He pulls away from the kiss and starts working his way down, kissing your neck as your head falls back the moment he palms your covered breasts. His lips return to yours as he starts fondling your breasts from over your blouse, before suddenly stopping.
“It’s okay to take these off, right?” he asks you with a shuddering breath as his fingers find the buttons on your blouse and gives them a light pull.
You barely manage to voice out an answer when he starts to gently unbutton your top. His hands are shaking as he is doing it, showing you how much he is holding back from ripping the thing off of you. He finishes quickly and opens your blouse. A gasp slips out of him once his eyes fall on the lacy lingerie top you are wearing underneath.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t tell me you’re wearing this for me,” he breathlessly says, causing you to giggle sheepishly at him.
“I guess you’re opening your birthday gift a bit early,” you whisper to him before biting your lips, loving how your words seem to please him.
Running his hands up your torso, Seokjin bends low. He starts trailing his lips across your collarbone, almost looking like he wants to take his time with you. Until his hands come up to your breasts. He palms your mounds for a moment from over your lacy bra, kneading them gently until your whole body trembles as the heat within you rise to its peak, then he slips his fingers under the lace and tugs the cups down, resting them under the curves of your breasts.
“I’m going to enjoy this as an appetizer,” he murmurs against your skin as he makes his way down. His fingers find your nipples and he starts tweaking them gently, causing your whole body to rock as each bud grows hard under his touch. “Don’t think we’re done once we finish things up here, because we’ll continue this further later once we’re alone so I can take my time with you,” he continues whispering to you between each kiss that he lands on your skin, and then your breath hitches when you feel his lips brushing against your nipple.
“But for now, I’m going to enjoy this as much as I can.” Before he even finishes his words, his mouth captures one nipple, sucking it hard to draw your moans, and then he moves to the other side to do the same thing. He continues, repeating it by going from one side to another without taking a break. He seems to be in a rush, yet doing it unhurriedly at the same time when he works on your breasts, altering between sucking, rolling his tongue, and kissing gently around your sensitive nipples.
While you are overwhelmed with the sensation he is giving you with his mouth and tongue, he moves his hands down, reaching lower, using this chance to slip his hand between your legs. Right as he gives your nipple one light bite, his fingers brush against your covered heat. He easily finds the crevice between your folds and presses against it, drawing your cries of pleasure.
“You’re so wet,” he groans, pulling away from your breast so he could look down. His eyes are burning with clear desire as he watches himself rubbing your pussy through your lacy panties. The more he feels your wetness pooling under his touch, the more he rubs against it. He moves his fingers up and down your pussy until he feels where your clit is hidden and circles around it, and your body responds to him by rocking on the counter, pressing against his touch to ease the pulses you feel rising within you. “Fuck, I love you in this thing. I better get to have a good look of you in it later.”
“Later, I’ll let you see everything,” you moan as you feel him touching right where you need him to. But you still want more. “Touch me, Jin. Please.”
Wasting no time, Seokjin roughly tugs on your lacy panties and pulls them down your legs. The force that he is using to strip you down is not enough to rip the flimsy fabric apart, but it does leave a snap on your skin that seems to trigger something inside you. Something unfamiliar and new. You have no idea what to think of it, but the sensation that it brings onto your body makes you feel curious and excited to explore it further with him.
Later, you remind yourself of his promise to continue further, and your heartbeat picks up just by thinking about it.
Your body shudders, and you are pulled out of your thoughts as Seokjin runs his hands down your exposed thighs. You are still wearing both your skirt and the waist apron, both hiked all the way up to your waist at this point, giving him all the access to look between your legs. The coldness you feel building there becomes the evidence of your arousal, while the heat inside your pussy seems to escalate with each pulse of desire, and it only grows intense when Seokjin’s fingers keep coming close to your center.
He stops just before he could touch your throbbing core and pulls away from you. Your mouth falls open, ready to protest when you lose his touch, yet you are immediately silenced when he begins unbuttoning his shirt.
Time is running out, so you reach out to help him. Within moments he has his shirt open, revealing his bare chest that keeps heaving with his ragged breath. Both his pants and boxers are pushed down to his hips, freeing his hard shaft which appears hard and rigid and highly appetising that you unconsciously start licking your lips at the sight of it. You have never felt so hungry for his taste before, but there is a musky scent that is coming from him as he steps back closer to you which draws out your need. You clench your hands, stopping yourself from reaching out to touch him, yet he beats you to it anyway when he wraps his palm around his girth and begins stroking himself. He slides his hand up and down his length at a slow pace, while reaching out to touch your legs with the other. You still have your eyes locked on the head of his cock, noticing the drop of pre-cum that comes seeping from its slit, just as his fingers begin tracing a circle pattern right on the apex of your thigh.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby,” he groans as he continues stroking his cock. His eyes look deep and sharp, and you can recognise his desire, his hunger, only that he isn’t hungry for any of the desserts that you have finished baking around you.
You do as he told, completely entranced with the way he is running his fingers on your skin. His hand moves down, tracing the side of your thigh before working its way to your back. He gently slides the bottom of your skirt upward and palms your bare bottom, pressing gently until you arch into his touch.
His big hand feels perfect against your skin. You revel in his touch as he guides you to lift your hips up from the counter, opening yourself up for him as he takes a step closer, positioning himself right between your parted legs. Giving himself a few more strokes, he then starts rubbing the thick head of his cock on your pussy.
“This is going to be fast, baby,” he mutters, his voice coming out so deep and low that the sound of your blood pumping through your head almost drowns his words. Nodding your head, you slide your fingers between your folds, making sure that you are wet enough and ready for him as he slowly aligns himself right at your pussy.
Your body shivers as he slides his cock between your folds, quickly replacing your fingers right after you move your hand away, and he begins sliding his cock up and down your slit, stroking against your wetness. With each stroke, you begin to anticipate that he would find your entrance and push his way inside you, except that he is choosing to make you wait rather than going straight into it. He brushes his cock against your clit, and your hips rise up from the counter, pushing into him.
“Jin, please. Fuck me, baby. I can’t wait any longer,” you start whining, all while rocking your hips on the counter, desperate to have him inside you.
“Who’s the naughty one now?” he gently mocks you, though he soon complies with your request.
He bucks his hips, and you feel him pressing his cock right at your entrance. With one hand holding your thigh open for him, he slowly pushes forward, sliding his cock into you and slowly burying himself inch by delicate inch. You gasp at the feeling of him filling you up, of your muscles getting stretched out as his thick cock invades your tight pussy walls. Once he has about half of his length buried inside you, Seokjin rocks his hips and pushes the rest of the way in with one hard push, drawing a sharp cry from you.
He waits until the tight pulses of your walls pressing around him begin to calm before he begins moving, going in and out of you with slow strokes. You look down, watching how his cock smoothly slides into you, disappearing between your folds and feeling him reaching deeper, all the way to the hilt of your pussy. You feel like you are in heaven when he keeps brushing and grazing all the right spots, his girth fitting perfectly well inside you. With your legs hanging around his waist, you take every thrust, every hard push, until the sparks you are feeling inside you grows more intense.
He pulls one hand back, only to return to touch your bare breast. Your head falls back when he begins to palm your mound, gently kneading your soft flesh almost simultaneously together with each thrust he gives into you. The sensation engulfing you starts becoming too much to handle as he plays with your breasts, teasing and rubbing them, while you take his pounding like a good girl.
“Keep your eyes open for me, baby,” he groans, drawing your focus to him. Opening your eyes, you watch him as he bends down, capturing your nipple into his mouth. Your face heats up as he begins rolling his tongue around your nipple, moving one side to another to give both breasts fair treatment. Your hand comes up, your fingers sink into his soft hair as you hold the back of his head, as if you can feel more by keeping him there and arching your body onto his face is still not enough.
The way your body is responding to him seems to be enough to entice him to go further. You can feel it too, as the shudders within your body continue to escalate and you are pulsing and clenching tightly around him. Seokjin pulls his head back, releasing your breast with a grunt and begins rocking his hips harder, increasing his pace as he thrusts and pounds his cock into you.
He gives you one hard thrust which knocks the air out of you, yet the pressure only gives you brief pain that quickly turns into pleasure. He continues to move, giving you more and more pleasure that feels so intense, while your voice grows louder, echoing across the room while you are lost in bliss. With both of your hands clinging onto his shoulders for dear life, you give in to the waves of pleasure that keep on rising, going up and up, until—
With a loud grunt, Seokjin pushes deeper into you and your body jolts slightly on top of the counter. You suddenly feel incredibly light, as if you are lifted off the surface, but as he gives you another push that sends your body falling backwards, the back of your skirt brushes against the cold counter and slips, forcing your whole body to lose balance and stumble back, taking Seokjin with you in your fall.
“Oh, shit—” he curses in his shock, though he manages to balance himself quickly. He wraps his arm around your waist to stop you from plummeting on your back and stops himself from falling over you by smacking his palm on the counter. Yet his hand slips an inch, shocking both of you.
“Damn it, guess I didn’t do a good job cleaning this place up,” he groans. He lifts his hand just then, showing you the white powder coating his palm.
You both laugh, realising that there is still a thin layer of flour or sugar right under your butt. “Oh, fuck,” he gasps. He slowly pulls out of you and helps you come down from the counter. The move happens so fast that you can barely react, though you quickly understand why he suddenly stops when he starts brushing his palm down the back of your skirt and blouse. “I promised not to ruin your clothes, didn’t I?”
“Well, yeah—” you murmur, still in disbelief. You can still feel the pulses from your impending orgasm in your body, slowly ebbing away. Your chest grows tight, feeling slightly disappointed that your friskiness is cut short so suddenly out of your—and his—clumsiness. Seokjin stops doing what he’s been doing when he notices your face, and then he looks down, catching you rubbing your legs together to erase the feeling of emptiness appearing inside you.
Seokjin chuckles softly with a deep voice and cups your face to kiss your pouting lips. “Relax, baby. I’m not done yet,” he whispers against your lips, smiling when he can see you breathing heavily again from the simple kiss he gave you. “Turn around. Thought you said you had to keep a close watch on the oven?”
Before you can react, he grabs your waist and turns your body around until you are facing the counter. Coincidentally making you face the oven that is still working hard to finish baking while trapping you back against the counter in a new position.
He bends you forward and stands behind you. With his hands, he hikes up your skirt back to its position on your waist until your bare bottom is presented to his eyes. With a soft groan escaping his lips, he gently palms your naked skin, making you shiver before reaching down between your legs. Using his knees, he nudges your legs, silently urging you to spread your legs apart for him. He then reaches down to touch your sensitive folds, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit to draw the sound of your moan before aligning himself back at your pussy. You rock back to welcome his touch, eager to have him back inside you again. His hand moves away, only to be replaced by his thick cock.
With one push, he is buried deep inside you once again. In this position, he seems to reach deeper and you feel even fuller with his presence. You are still sensitive after his rough pounding earlier that your muscles flutter around him, yet you are still wet enough to allow him to move easily, thus he begins his steady rocking, thrusting his cock in and out of you at the same pace as he did before.
With each stroke he gives you, he seems to be going further inside you, burying his whole length into your depth, and still, you cannot get enough of him. As he begins fucking you again, his hands move forward, grabbing your breasts. His hold on your soft flesh is firm as he increases his pace. Soon enough, he is fucking you harder, faster, causing the ripples of electricity running through your body to rise up into massive waves of pleasure.
A deep moan comes out of his lips as Seokjin bends down on your back, folding you further into the counter. You feel his warm breath falling against your neck. It draws out goosebumps on your skin, and your heart picks up further when he whispers, “Give me your hands.”  
Driven by his voice, you let go of the tight grip you have kept on the edges of the counter and bring your hands together in front of you. He reaches out and grabs your wrists with his big hand, putting them together and pulling them forward, folding you further.
“Oh, god—” you cry out with a gasp, surprised to find how intense it feels as he slides back into you and you have nothing to hold onto.
“Does this hurt?” he softly asks. He keeps his hold on your wrists tight and firm, yet he slows down a bit with his thrusts, as if giving you enough time to adjust to this new position. Though he quickly picks up his pace again the moment you nod your head when you cannot find your voice to tell him to move.
It feels odd being bent at this angle, all while losing any bit of control with your hands being restrained in his hold. It makes you feel vulnerable, and your senses are suddenly heightened to the point that you can feel everything he is giving you—his wide girth spreading your pussy walls apart, how he keeps pushing further and deeper, how you can feel each of his thrust all the way up to your chest, how good it feels as he fills you up with his thick cock. You can even feel it when his cock throbs against your pussy each time he hits the deepest part of you, and you cannot miss the way your body moulds together so perfectly as you rock into each other.
All too soon, you feel your climax building up, rising so rapidly that you have no chance to stop it from erupting. Your muscles coil up at the first hint of its arrival, and your body begins to quiver, ready to go over the edge. You know that he can feel it coming too, and it seems like he is just as close to his release when you feel the twitch of his cock inside you. Without letting go of your wrists, he moves his hand down, reaching to your front to find your swollen clit and give it a light nudge. It sends an immediate spark right through you, and he repeats it again until your body keels over.
“Cum for me, baby. Come around my cock,” he groans between his rapid thrusts, and his words are enough to push you over, allowing you to let go and embrace your release, and you rock back to him, pushing him to join you at the same time.
You feel his body shuddering against yours, just as your entire body rocks with the waves of your orgasm rushing through you. With a few more thrusts, he finally sends you off to your climax. It feels so intense, so overwhelming, and it seems to ignite his own climax when you feel his pounding falters for a brief moment. Wave after wave of your orgasm comes rolling through you, pulsing through your body right where you are connected to each other, and it sends him off to his own release. You feel his warmth filling you up causing you to cry out his name. Your muscles are clenching tightly around him in return, milking him further to his last drop, and he just keeps on moving in and out of you at a steady pace, helping both of you ride the waves of your climax together until the pulses slowly wind down.
By the time he stops, your knees feel so weak. You are still distracted by the rush flowing down your body to notice him pulling back, taking you along with him before he pulls out. With his strong arm, he straightens you up against his chest, keeping you from falling while he soothes the skin on your wrists by rubbing circle patterns to help your blood flow normally again.
Neither of you says a thing, too preoccupied with trying to cool down and control your breathing. He watches you with a smile on his face as he helps you tidy up your clothes, then takes his turn to fix his own clothes only once you are done. Just as you open your mouth to speak, the sound of the timer echoes against the walls, notifying you that the baking is done.
“Right on time,” Seokjin chuckles softly. He kisses the nape of your neck before turning away. “Wait here,” he says as he walks around the counter to reach the oven. You watch in awe as he grabs your oven mitt to use it to pull the pan of freshly baked cinnamon rolls out of the oven. The wave of heat from the oven brushes past you for a brief moment, and he quickly shuts down the oven before setting the pan down on the counter to cool.
“Someone’s been a good student. You remember what to do. How nice,” you compliment him, earning a shrug from him.
“I got a good teacher.”
Once the high from the quickie winds down, you both rush to finish up and prepare to leave. He returns to his task, wiping the counter clean from the residue left behind from all the baking processes that he had missed and whatever is left from your carnal tryst.
Thinking about it feels naughty, but for some reason, you enjoyed every second of it. Your body shivers as you recall everything that happened, and you know that you will continue to be reminded of it when you can still feel the ghosts of his touch on your skin, when the faint pulses of your orgasm seem to linger, and you can still feel his essence dripping out of your pussy each time you move.
While he cleans, you finish packing all the baked goods, preparing them to go in the boxes that you had prepared. “I think we’re done. I’ve ordered the Uber too so we better get moving,” Seokjin says as he comes over to you, ready to accept the boxes that he needs to carry.
“We’re ready. I hope we won’t be late for your birthday dinner.”
Hearing this, he laughs softly while he expertly piles up a few boxes in his arms. “We won’t be, I promise,” he says, before leaning down to give your lips a sweet, chaste kiss.
Jin pulls back and catches you smiling as you look over his shoulders, when a sudden thought comes to your mind just as you picture yourself getting fucked against it. “What are you thinking right now?”
“Just remembered something that Naeun said earlier before she left,” you answer him with a grin on your face as you recall the conversation you had with Naeun earlier this morning. She had just returned from another bakery shop located just another block from here to have a meeting with its owner for an event. She had stayed there for a while longer to chat with her friends, the staff from the bakery who have been hanging out with Naeun and the other girls whenever they are free. And that was when she heard some odd rumours.
“She heard through the grapevines the rumours of a baker that we both know of who almost got caught having sex in the kitchen while preparing for their Valentine’s Day bake sale. He works in a rival bakery shop a few blocks away. We got to know him through the baking competitions that Naeun and I joined back when we first started this business,” you smile a little when you remember those days.
The days when you and Naeun, both fresh out of college and lack of experience, yet shared the same big dreams to help you bond with one another. Joining those baking competitions had been one of the ways you had taken to start your journey in the bakery business before opening your own shop. Out of all the good and bad memories you had then, the young baker, Min Yoongi, had once been a constant as he also started his own journey by joining the competition to gain more experience.
“He always seemed cold and a bit like a stuck-up dude. Didn’t help that he was the owner’s main baker and her favourite apprentice,” you continue while reminiscing the past, before adding what Naeun had told you when sharing the rumours, “They said the girl was the owner’s niece who is going to inherit the shop. Now that I think about it, knowing that they seem to be together now, that rumour might be true.”
Seokjin raises his eyebrows. “Maybe your friend planned the whole thing then? Add some mistletoe here and there to see if her boss would take the chance and get frisky herself.”
Thinking about it, you immediately laugh. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that was her plan all along.”
Laughing with you, a look of mischief passes through his eyes. “Perhaps next time we can make it happen? Christmas bake sale sounds good? Then maybe we can try the thing where you bake with only your apron on while I—”
You stop whatever he is about to say by swatting his arm, causing him to laugh while he adjusts the boxes of baked goods he is carrying in his arms.
“Hey! I’m only joking! I mean, if it works for them, then why not—” he defends himself as he follows you out of the kitchen, though you only shake your head and leave him be, making no comment as you make your way to the front where the Uber awaits, knowing that there is a chance that he wasn’t truly joking.
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↳ Author’s note | Found the easter egg yet? Find Yoongi’s story on my Valentine’s Day special: Pour Some Sugar On Me; thank you for reading!
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bebejungkook · 2 years
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BebeJungkook’s chubby reader Fic rec!!!
Unfortunately there is not many chubby reader fics but I camped out in tags and these were the best ones I’ve found. Please go check out these lovely, lovely authors and tag me or send an ask if you find anymore!! The more the merrier!!
Keyword: S= Series, M= Smut, A= Angst, F= Fluff
KNJ
Sunkissed (F, M) - @bangtanbishh
Fantasies (M) - @sweetwritertanya
KSJ
Sunflower by @bts-trash-blog
Is Love Truly Blind? (S,F, A) - @escapewithbts
Past, Present, Future (F) - @happy-meo
MYG
Give yourself a try (S, M)- @miscelunaaa
Was I Good? (M) - @bts-trash-blog
Tranquil (F) - @sslytheringhufflepufff
Dilectio (F) - @ditttiii
JHS
12:50 AM (M) - @bangtanbishh
Dancer (F, M) - @btsforlif
PJM
Save me, Park Jimin (M) - @adoredcore
Perfect to me (F, A) - @sweetwritertanya
KTH
Taehyung with a chubby darling - @fictionalmenmistress
My Mate (M)- @btsforlif
Rotten Angelcake (S, M, A) - @inkedtae
Match made in heaven (fluff) - @beenbaanbuun
JJK
Tteokkboki (M) - @taetaesbaebaepsae
Press (M)- @herecomesjoon
Crush (M) - @btsforlif
OT7
The Household’s Bunny (S, M)- @bibbykins
Petrichor (A, M) - @purpleyoonn
@sweetwritertanya whole masterlist is filled with chubby reader
To be loved (S,M) @flowerfangz
Thank you to all the Anons who sent me asks I didn’t answer them so I could keep them for later lol but I saw them and added them!!! Again if you think I missed one PLEASE let me know!!!
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ubemango · 9 months
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commission: far worse fates
note: thank you very much to @yeuj for..... well...... EVERYTHING :,)))!! Hope fake dating!Jin brings u joy ;_;
PAIRING. seokjin/reader GENRE. romance, fake dating!au RATED. M WORD COUNT. 7.9k WARNINGS. heavy duty mutual pining, emotionally-charged undressing, oral on a little desk, overstimulation, and O_O SUMMARY. Seokjin saves you, again and again.
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hey look, the walls are caving in / you seem a little bit close to me / tick tock, the clock is slow today / i can't talk with you looking at my face...
hide n seek, cehryl
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You can read it on my AO3! But read this drabble first for context ;)
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bangwoolofbangtan · 2 years
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Seokjin Instagram post 26.06.22
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jinkookspencil · 4 months
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keep playing | ksj
jin helps you with your game…
suggestive jin drabble / established relationship / ~300 words / happy birthday my love seokjinnie <3
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Again?
“Jin! Pin puzzle!” you yell from the living room couch, hoping the call reached your fiancee’s ears, wherever he may be in the apartment, your eyes still glued to the puzzle on the screen.
“Let me wash my hands,” he replies loudly from the nearby kitchen, appearing at your side a minute later and immediately snatching the remote controller from your hands.
You watch the screen closely as Jin carefully moves the pin to its rightful position - a seemingly easy puzzle, but entirely reliant on patience and a precise positioning of the dual joystick knobs, and different every time. It was something you could never figure out, a major inconvenience considering they had to be solved in order to unlock the best gear and in-game currency. And the puzzles only got trickier as you progressed into the game. Luckily, you had a gamer for a boyfriend.
“Just one, fuck, ahhhhhhhhh,” Jin moans, the completed puzzle coming to life on screen when he hands back the controller.
“I don’t know how you solve them so quickly,” you mutter to your boyfriend.
“I’m good with my fingers aren’t I?”
A wide smirk is on his face when you turn to look at him - it’s a smug look you could only answer by rolling your eyes in admittance. Laughing now, Jin plops down next to you, and his self-proclaimed excellent fingers scratch at your thighs as he watches you gather the unlocked loot onscreen.
No urgent mission. Not in the midst of a sidequest, Jin notes, scanning the television screen.
“Sit on my lap,” he whispers, bunching up your dress with his fingers.
Reminded of just what Jin could do with his fingers, you willingly sit between his thighs and spread yours before he could inch his hand between them and graze there in permission, as he always does. He slips his fingers beneath the fabric at your core within seconds.
“Keep playing.”
“Mmmh, you too.”
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borathae · 1 year
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↳ Index [Day 06 - Big Dick]
Pairing: soft dom!Seokjin x f.Reader
Kinks: love making, he has a big dick, body worship, praise, lingerie, protected vaginal penetrative sex, handjob, vaginal fingering, oral (f.receiving), multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he is so lovely
Wordcount: 3.9k
a/n: he is so sweet, imma actually cry wth this story made my heart race 🤎
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The lights in the room are dimmed, vanilla scented candles give it a soft orange glow and from your bluetooth speaker slow love making music is playing.
You are resting on your back, head supported by your pillow and skin tickled by soft cotton sheets.
Your boyfriend is on top of you, shirtless and with his dark hair slightly tousled in the front. It has gotten so long these days that you can comfortably twist it in the back. His lips are on your skin, showering your neck and collarbones in his undivided devotion. He has been showering you in attention for such a long time already that you feel as if you are floating on warm, fluffy clouds.
“Is that nice?” he whispers as he places yet another kiss on your left collarbones.
“Yes, so nice”, you answer him in a sigh, melting like chocolate in the sun.
“I love kissing you, love it so much”, he mumbles, abandoning your collarbone to kiss your shoulder right next to where your bra strap rests. He walks his fingers down along the strap until they tickle your side.
You arch your back, hoping that he will understand.
He does. He cups your breast gently, holding it safely as his lips dance their way back to your neck. His thumb caresses your nipple over the material, his warmth seeps into your skin.
“Don’t stop”, you plead, knowing very well that he won’t.
Once Seokjin has decided to worship you, he won’t stop until every inch of you got his attention. He always manages to get you so incredibly wet and needy because of it, but you don’t mind that he does. You love that this is his goal whenever you are intimate. Because Seokjin is rather well gifted in size. Very well gifted if one was being honest. The first time you saw him naked and in his full, hardened glory, you almost bailed on him.
“How should I ever fit this inside?” you asked him back then to which Seokjin laughed and assured you that you didn’t need to take him if you didn’t want to. Back then you ended up giving him the “best handjob he has ever gotten” according to him while he fingered you to two orgasms.
Tonight however, you are determined to finally taking him. Seokjin is the best boyfriend you have ever had and you want him with every fiber of your being. And that means wanting his nine inch dick inside you.
“So soft”, Seokjin whispers, kissing down your sternum until he reaches your upper tummy. He holds your sides, palms warm and tender and fingers caressing your skin. You love it so much when he holds you. You always feel so safe when he does. And in return Seokjin loves holding you, he feels so strong and so needed when he has you between his hands.
"You're so beautiful", he whispers, placing kisses along your tummy, "every inch of you is beautiful."
Seokjin has been in love before. But he realised that what he felt was never truly real, because ever since he has you in his life, colours are brighter and warm days are even warmer. He wakes up and thinks of you, he cooks good food and thinks of cooking it for you, he sees funny stuff and thinks of showing it to you and he goes to sleep and dreams of you. Seokjin knows how true love feels these days.
“I don't ever want this to end”, he whispers, meaning the words in more ways than one. Just don’t let us ever end. 
The hem of your mesh panties tickle his lips, forcing him to flit his eyes up at you. You aren’t looking, head rolled to the side and lips curled into a happy smile. 
“My beautiful?” he asks.
“Mhm?”
“Can I taste you? Please?”
“Yeah, please”, you whisper, parting your legs. 
“God, thank you. You make me so happy”, he says, kissing your pussy over the mesh, “so, so happy.”
His lips are so warm. It is driving you crazy that this stupid layer of fabric is between them and your pussy. Every new kiss he places, turns you needier and needier.
“Your panties are soaked”, he rasps, “are you enjoying yourself, love?”
“Yeah…hurry please”, you answer him, hips squirming needily.
Seokjin chuckles, lazily, “you're so cute”, he gushes, before hooking his finger in your panties to pull them to the side. 
He kisses your soaked lips first, humming in delight and making your breath hitch.
“So wet. Baby, you’re so wet”, he rasps, “love that so much. Love your pussy, my beautiful. Love her so much”, he adds, giving your clit a soft kitten lick. 
“Ah”, you gasp, hips shooting up in an involuntary reaction. You twist the sheets even if he didn’t properly start yet. You are so excited. You can’t handle it. 
“So sweet”, Seokjin whispers between kitten licks, “love your taste, baby. It’s so good”, he says and moans.
“Jinnie”, you mewl softly, reaching between your legs to touch him. His hair feels so soft, tickling your fingers as you comb through it. 
“That feels amazing, love. Keep doing that”, he praises, gazing up at you even if you have your eyes closed. He loves your face so much. He has never seen features more perfect than yours.
Seokjin abandons your clit to instead place the flat of his tongue on your entrance just to drag it through your folds to your clit. He moans with you, tightening the grip around your panties now that your hips are squirming so much.
“Is that nice? You’re whimpering so much”, Seokjin asks, repeating the movements in a slow yet skilled pattern.
“Don't stop”, you answer him, melting into the sheets. Seokjin gives the best head ever. His lips and tongue are made for it. And dear, he is always so attentive, always making sure that you are feeling as much pleasure as possible.
Tonight is no different. Seokjin eats you out with his entire concentration on you, pretty eyes gazing up at you and hips grinding into the mattress slowly. Giving head is such a turn on to him, especially when it is you. You are the best. So sweet and so soft. 
Seokjin hums happily and gives your clit a little kiss.
You giggle, sneaking a shy glance down at him. 
“You’re so pretty”, he says in a fond chuckle, kissing your clit again. 
“Jinnie”, you squeak out, writhing for him.
“Heh, my pretty”, he says, closing his eyes as he dances his tongue over your clit again. He runs his left hand up and down the paths of your tummy, palm flat on the skin and touch so incredibly gentle. It feels so nice to be appreciated whilst his warmth lingers between your legs. Seokjin is truly so amazing at what he does. You give his scalp soft scratches, hoping that he knows that you want to thank him this way. 
His blissed out moan vibrates against your core, his brows furrow even if you can’t see it. He has such a sensitive scalp and whenever you scratch it, his entire body feels electric. It relaxes him so much, makes him feel so loved, but also turns him on. Especially when he can taste your sweet pussy as you are doing it.
“God, I want you”, he whispers, “I want you so bad”, he says, showing you just how much he needs you by tugging your panties to the side even further and smothering his lower face with your pussy.
“Ah! Oh…Ji-Jinnie”, you stutter, thighs squeezing his head and forcing his fingers to slip from your panties.
He laughs softly, lifting his head, “baby, you made the panties slip”, he tells you without any sort of accusation in his voice.
You open your legs again, looking at him with shy eyes. 
“Sorry, it felt really good. I got surprised”, you say. 
“That’s okay, beautiful. Do you want me to take them off so it can’t happen again?”
You nod your head, lifting your hips for him. 
“Thank you, my beautiful. I’m so lucky to have you”, he whispers, pulling the panties down your legs and discarding them on the bed. He takes your ankle, lifting it to his lips to place an adoring kiss on it. 
You feel your cheeks heat up in giddiness instantly, hips squirming on the sheets. They feel really, really soft on your skin and newly exposed butt.
Seokjin kisses his way up your calf, following the paths his hands draw. It feels more and more intense the closer to your core he gets. While the kisses to your calf and ankle felt warm, the kisses on your inner thigh feel like fire. Oh how you need him back on your pussy. 
Seokjin lies back down onto his tummy, wrapping his arms around your thighs to hug them this way. 
“My beautiful”, he says, finally connecting his lips with your aching core. 
“Ah Jinnie”, you moan, dropping your head back into the pillows. Your hand finds his hair again, playing with it slowly as he worships your pussy.
His tongue parts your folds, running along your sensitive parts until you give him a soft sigh. And only then he finally pays attention to your clit again, having brought you to such a state of pleasure that the first lick to it, makes you chase him with an almost aggressive twitch of your hips.
Seokjin moans, holding you down with his strong arms still safely around your thighs. Like this you can feel how his muscles tense in his arms. Your strong man always so ready to hold you when you lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you.
“Jinnie?”
“Yes, beautiful?”
“Can I have your fingers too? Always feels so good.”
You feel him smile against you, “of course my beautiful”, he whispers, abandoning one of your thighs so he can use his hand. He lifts his head, but stays close, lips swollen and pink from using them on you.
He places two of his fingers on your pussy, using them to part your folds. His touch feels way more intense than his tongue did, forcing a sigh of his name past your lips. He runs his fingertips up and down your pussy, drawing circles on your clit and watching in delight how wet you get because of it.
“You have the prettiest pussy, my beautiful”, he praises, “I’ll slip in now. Ready?”
“Yeah, ready.”
Seokjin looks at your face as he enters you, heart racing in his chest.
“Oh wow”, you moan softly, making his cock throb against the mattress.
“You are so soft baby”, Seokjin tells you, bottoming out, “and so wet”, he adds, curling his fingers carefully.
“M-more to the right”, you get out and Seokjin listens, wiggling his fingers just slightly more to the right.
“There?” he asks, massaging your favourite spot slowly.
“Yes…wow”, you get out and whimper, “don’t stop.”
“I won’t my beautiful. I won’t, just tell me if I should ever change something”, he says and then leans down to trace your clit with his tongue.
“Please, ah, Jin”, you gasp, “don’t stop.”
“Mhhm”, he hums against you, shaking his head in a promise that he won’t. He wants you to feel so goddamn good, he wants you to feel dizzy and tingly and oh so happy. Because that is all he wants to do. He wants to make you happy. In every aspect of your life together, but especially in bed.
Seokjin isn’t a cocky or arrogant man, even if he sometimes makes cocky little jokes about how handsome he was, but in reality he truly, truly wasn’t. Seokjin is sweet and attentive and he wants to make sure that the woman he calls his treasure, is as happy as she can be. Quite frankly, Seokjin sometimes thinks that the entire world could be sad around him and he wouldn’t mind because as long as you are happy, he is happy too. And that is why he wants to be the best you ever had in bed, because being your best means that he is making you as happy as you can be.
“I love that so much”, you encourage him, running your trembling fingers through his hair, “don’t stop”, you say, not because you fear that he would, but because you can't say much more. He is scrambling your brain so well.
Seokjin gazes up at you again. His briefs are sticking to him by now. It turns him on so much to eat you out that his cock is just the slightest bit sensitive. He really, really wants to be inside of you, but would never tell you that. Even if tonight ends with another handjob, Seokjin will be happy. Anything that makes you feel comfortable will make him happy too. He does really hope though that you want him tonight, if he is allowed to add that little thought, he really craves your warmth so much.
“Jinnie I think you can make me cum like that”, you tell him, tensing your walls around his fingers, “it’s…really, ah, good.”
“Mhhmbaby”, he moans into you, concentrating with furrowed brows to make sure that he doesn’t accidentally change something in his rhythm. Slow licks with his tongue made to pleasure your clit and precise curls of his skilled fingers meant to please even the deepest parts of you. You become tighter and tighter around him and Seokjin can listen to how your breathing speeds up as well.
You can barely even take breaths. Every inch of your body feels so warm while your middle feels like it is burning up. Seokjin’s fingers feel so thick inside of you now that you are clenching so much, each time he curls them, you could swear that you become tighter and tighter.
“Jinnie baby”, you gasp, twisting his hair gently, “oh my god, I think it’s, it’s.”
Let go, he tells you with a swirl of his tongue, let go beautiful and I’ll make it amazing for you.
“C-can I cum?” you get out, “please?”
“Mhhm” he hums, nodding his head and flicking his tongue over your swollen clit.
“Oh god, Jin”, you moan, letting go instantly. Your high sits deep and lasts long, filling your entire body with electric tingles. Being worshipped for so long really takes a toll on you. It feels so incredible to orgasm when Seokjin is the one being responsible for it.
You come down with Seokjin’s help, shivering as he breaks away from you to kiss up your torso.
“So good, my baby. You were so good”, he praises, voice shaky in desperation, “fuck, you were the best”, he rasps, kissing your lips.
You can taste yourself on his tongue, moaning into him while your arms hook themselves behind his neck. Seokjin allows you to drag you on top of him, naked chest resting against your clothed breasts and arms cradling you safely.
“Thank you”, you whisper, barely breaking the kiss.
“No, thank you. I love eating you out”, he answers you softly, “it turns me on so much.”
“It does?” you ask in a tiny giggle, gazing up at him.
“So much”, Seokjin smiles, “reach down and feel how hard I am.”
You do so happily, cupping his cock over his briefs. You gasp, Seokjin groans softly.
“Wow Jinnie, you’re rockhard”, you say, rubbing him slowly, “and so wet.”
“I’m…so…turned…on”, he struggles with his words, breathing speeding up and fingers twisting the pillow.
“Do you still want to fuck me?” you ask him.
“That’s all I’m thinking about”, he answers you, bucking his hips into your hand.
“I think I want you to”, you say.
Seokjin opens his eyes, hips stuttering in desperation
“Really?” he croaks.
“Mh-hm”, you say, nodding your head.
“Wow baby, hah”, he lets out a disbelieved laugh, cupping your face, “are you really sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m really sure, just promise to be gentle.”
“Baby”, his eyes soften, “gentle is my middle name.”
You snort, “really? Yesterday it was still steak master griller.”
“I have many middle names”, he jokes, making you laugh wholeheartedly.
“I can’t argue with that”, you say, snickering, “gosh Jinnie, now I want you even more. You’re so funny.”
Seokjin gazes at you with red ears and rosy cheeks. His heart is skipping beats in his chest from how happy he is.
“I want you too”, he pecks your cheek, “I’ll get the condom and lube.”
“Okay, hurry up.”
“Will do.”
He takes off his briefs as well, jerking himself a few times to really get him going. Not that he needs to, but it is still nice to touch himself for a little. Those briefs felt so constricting around his cock.
The condom slips on easily, sitting perfectly around his cock.
“It’s on”, he says, showing it off to you.
“You look so sexy, Jinnie”, you say, gazing at his big cock, “I really want you.”
“Yeah?” he runs his fingers along his long shaft, “I want you too. Should I put lube on already?”
“Mhhm, let’s try without it first and then if it hurts with it?”
“Yes, sounds perfect for me”, Seokjin says, placing the bottle to the side for now. He climbs on top of you, cupping your face between his strong, healing hands. He gives you a sweet smile, making his cheeks puff out as he does.
You retort it, caressing his shoulders slowly.
“I want you to know that you can stop anytime you want to. I don’t expect you to take me, even if you were really excited about it at first. Yeah?” he says, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.
“I know. I don’t want to stop.”
“Okay”, Seokjin leans closer, “reach down and take my cock. I want you to do it at your own tempo.”
“Okay”, you whisper, reaching between your bodies to take his cock.
Seokjin’s breath shudders in reaction, eyelids becoming heavy.
“Keep going, you’re doing so good”, he praises you, thumbs so gentle on your cheeks.
You pick up some of your wetness first, covering his heated tip with it.
Seokjin doesn’t let it show, but he is really affected by it.
“I’ll do it”, you whisper.
“Okay”,  he whispers back.
You apply pressure on your entrance, forcing his cock to breach you slowly.
Seokjin moans softly, parting his lips. His eye contact is faltering, his eyelids flutter.
More. He slips past the tighter part in the front, now sitting snug inside of you.
“Keep going, you’re doing such a good job”, Seokjin praises you, “feels so good, love.”
“Yeah, feels really good”, you say, voice shaky in pleasure. He doesn’t hurt at all. He doesn’t even burn or pinch. He feels wonderful. You roll your hips up, swallowing almost all of him.
“Baby woah”, Seokjin widens his eyes, hands falling from your face to grasp the pillow instead, “woah, baby wait that’s so m-much.”
“I know, it doesn’t hurt. I’m so wet, it feels so good”, you answer him, pushing all of him inside you by grabbing his butt and giving it a soft nudge.
Seokjin moans your name, grabbing your face again with slightly damp palms.
“How, how are you?” he asks.
“So good. I’m really stuffed”, you moan, beaming up at him, “Jinnie I love you.”
“I love you too. Holy shit, baby”, he rests his forehead against you, moving his hips carefully, “I love you so much.”
“Don’t stop”, you whisper, widening your eyes in shock. You feel so filled. And it feels so good. Your g-spot is rubbing against his cock with each slow thrust and his cock is so big that it curves so perfectly that he manages to grind your clit against him as well. The combination is truly world changing, making you hold onto his strong shoulders and moan his name as an endless mantra of bliss.
“Keep doing that, love. Say my name”, he rasps, voice lulled and distorted in pleasure, “I can’t believe how good you feel.”
“You too, I don’t wanna stop”, you get out and then you are back to moaning his name and floating on cloud nine.
“Me neither. God, so good. Does it really not hurt?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“I’m so happy”, he says, nuzzling his face in your neck, “I’m so happy.”
“Me too, so happy.”
Seokjin cradles you against his strong chest, holding you with all the love he has to offer. He feels so much closer to you now. Bear in mind, he already felt incredibly close to you even before tonight, but right now he is overtaken by his own happiness. He is so close to you and he never ever wants to let you go again.
You feel the deepened connection as well. Ever since you laid eyes upon him, you knew that you and him would share something. Back then you clearly didn’t think that the something would turn out to be unconditional love, but you are so happy that it was. You feel it even deeper, stronger, clearer now that Seokjin is so connected with you.
“I fucking love this”, he gets out, “sorry I shouldn’t swear.”
“It's alright. I fucking love this too”, you answer him, making him chuckle before a gasp interrupts him and he moans instead.
“Oh baby you’re so tight now. Fuck don’t laugh please”, he begs, nose scrunched up in pleasure. 
“Sorry. Jinnie, it's rubbing my clit too”, you tell him.
“Hmm?” Seokjin hums, reaching down to rub your clit as he misunderstood in his pleasure scrambled brain.
Not that the misunderstanding is terrible. On the contrary, the first touch makes you want to claw at his back, thighs shaking and pussy feeling electric.
“Like this?” he asks.
“Yeah, like this”, you sigh because you possibly couldn’t call him out on his supposed mistake. 
“I want you to cum again”, he rasps, lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “no pressure though. If you can't, that's fine too. Just…I'm really close.”
“Me too”, you squeak out, tensing in your rapidly approaching high.
“Baby”, Seokjin moans, “god, you’re perfect. I love you so much.”
Something inside of you snaps. The knowledge that he loves you and cares for you and treasures you, doubles the excitement inside of you to such intensity that his words bring you over the edge.
He loves you and that makes you float on cloud nine as your body floats on its high. 
“Shit. Baby”, Seokjin presses out and then the tightness of your pussy and your sweet moans bring him over the edge as well, “cumming”, he croaks, holding you so close as he fills up the condom.
He rolls off of you once your highs died down. His heavy panting is meeting your ears in shreds as you yourself are struggling to recover. This was amazing. 
Seokjin places his hand on your tummy, caressing it softly.
“How are you doing?” he asks.
You intertwine your fingers with him.
“Dead, but in a good way.”
“Hah, yeah same”, he says, exhaling loudly, “shit baby, you just ruined me.”
“Same”, you squeeze his hand, “your cock’s the best.”
Seokjin turns his head to look at you. You do the same.
“I wasn’t too rough or big or something, was I?” he asks
“No”, you cup his cheek, “no, you were perfect.”
Seokjin giggles, rolling himself onto his stomach to attack you with smooches.
“Wait Jinnie, wait”, you giggle, “the condom, you should clean up.”
Seokjin whines softly, “but I wanna kiss you”, he coos before attacking you with even more aggressive smooches. 
“Jinnie”, you squeak, giggling like crazy.
He truly makes you so happy.
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taetaespeaches · 1 year
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“I tried to make you cinnamon rolls.”
seokjin x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.9K
a/n: Hi lovelies! I’m back! Here we have Poopsie/reader attempting to bake some cinnamon rolls for Jin and her execution fails. And Jin is just the sweetest, of course, like obviously <3 I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))
p.s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEOKJIN!!!!!!! my most beloved. 
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It all started with a craving. Jin’s craving from the night before. He said it while tangled up in disarrayed sheets, his skin warm as you lied against his frame. His fingers brushed along your bicep, his breath labored as he chuckled to himself, you placing a kiss to his bare chest before smiling against him. It was just a simple, “cinnamon rolls sound so good right now.”
A stupid post-sex craving.
You had woken up with an insane desire to satisfy that craving for your boyfriend. All you wanted was to do something nice for him, after all the things he’d done for you over the years. It had to be perfect and delicious, Jin had to be able to taste how much you loved him with one bite of the doughy pastry. You needed to show him how much you cared, how devoted you were.
And perhaps that was why you were so disappointed when Jin walked into the kitchen after a long day of dance practice and rehearsals, not to the cozy scent of cinnamon and freshly baked bread, but instead to the smell of something burning and the image of you scraping the charring off a blackened ball in your fist.
Maybe it was your sniffling that alerted Jin, or possibly the way you harshly wiped your face with the sleeve of your sweatshirt, the butterknife in your fist dangerously close to your eyes, but he darted toward you.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Jin calmly addressed you, startling you as you jumped in surprise of his entrance. You hid your face by looking downward as you continued your task, suddenly feeling lame for both your poor baking attempt and your damp cheeks. “Hey, what happened?” He asked, worry laced in his tone. “Are you ok?”
Sighing, you shrugged as you attempted to collect yourself but failed as your eyelashes became wet and heavy again. Glancing through your clouded vision at the terrible baked goods sitting sadly in the dish, you finally stopped the action of scraping the cinnamon roll. “I swear it smelled really good in here ten minutes ago.”
Jin’s hand settled on your lower back, his presence bringing both comfort and embarrassment. His other hand hovered over the roll in your hands. “What’s this?”
“I tried to make you cinnamon rolls,” you spoke quietly, clearing your throat after hearing the hoarseness of your own voice.
“You did?” he asked softly, his tone radiating fondness.
“I fucking burned them,” you said in vexation, tossing the hardened dough into the sink before he could take it from you. It made a clunk sound, eliciting a scoff from you.
Before you could berate yourself further, Jin took your wrist in his, gently removing the knife from your grasp and setting it in the basin before he intertwined his fingers with yours. Turning you toward him, he dipped his head to meet your lowered gaze, drawing your eyes to his. “But are you hurt?”
“No,” you groaned at yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and titling your chin toward the ceiling. “I’m just frustrated.”
Pulling you into his arms, you heard him sigh near your ear. “Baby.”
“I’m sorry,” you quietly whined, pitying yourself.
You felt him shaking his head before he opened his mouth to respond. “What are you apologizing for?” Jin questioned, his tone on the verge of outrage. “I love you,” he added as though that was all that mattered. As though it would fix everything.
Still upset over your failure to conduct the perfect scenario, you groaned against him. “Because I was trying to do this thing for you and I fucked it up.”
“And I think you’re incredible for trying,” he assured you, bringing a hand to your jaw to direct your eyes to his once again when you attempted to look to the side of him. “Hey, you’re the sweetest.”
“I just don’t know what I did wrong,” you whined, more tears gathering in your bottom eyelashes. “It said 20 minutes, I did that. I triple checked the temperature. I followed the recipe step by step, I bought yeast,” you explained, Jin struggling to hold back a smile. “I let the dough rise for an hour and a half, only to then punch it back down— which you know what? It seems really counterproductive after letting it rise for that hour and a half—” you interjected, ranting as Jin continued his fight to hold back a grin. “I rolled it out, I made the cinnamon filling and spread that all out, I rolled the stupid thing up, I even measured before I cut it into the rolls.”
“Seems like a lot of rolls and rolling,” Jin joked, earning another whine from you.
“Jin,” you pouted, followed by a huff.
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled lightly, his hand snaking to the back of your head, his fingers digging into your hair as he tugged you forward against his frame. His arm easily wrapped around you, holding you close as his hand soothed up and down your back.
“Did you do this because of what I said last night?” He wondered, his voice muffled against the side of your head, his lips then leaving a sweet kiss to the spot.
“I just thought it would be nice,” you muttered into his chest.
“It is nice,” he insisted, massaging your scalp with his finger pads.
“I’m a failure and this whole thing is embarrassing,” you countered, Jin sighing as he shook his head.
“You’re not a failure,” he whispered. “And you have nothing to be embarrassed about, do you rem-” he huffed. “You watched me fall out of bed butt ass naked this morning, who’s gonna judge you around here?”
Damn him, you thought as your face cracked into a smile. A light chuckle tumbled from your lips as you pushed away from Jin just enough to peer at his features, finding a gentle smile directed at you.
“I wore you out last night, I can’t blame you for having trouble on your feet this morning,” you joked with a shrug, Jin’s grin widening as a dorky squeaky laugh met your ears. Sighing, you glanced over at your blackened rolls. “I just wanted to do something nice for you.”
Jin’s pillow lips settled against your cheekbone, smooshing them to your face as he kissed you carelessly in a series of smooches. “You fucked me so good last night I craved cinnamon rolls for the first time in my life,” he mumbled near your ear, leaving another messy peck to your cheek. “You do plenty for me.”
“Stop,” you whined, shoving against his chest and laughing as you stepped away from him. Jin’s hand wrapped around your wrist, keeping you from going far as he beamed at your brightened expression. For the first time, he allowed himself to look at the cinnamon rolls, a sad sigh instantly falling from his lips.
“Oh Poopsie,” he smiled gently. “You didn’t do anything wrong, that baking dish is a piece of shit.” Looking at him with curious eyes, he shook his head. “I meant to toss it out, the metal is too thin and the food gets way too hot in it.”
“Well, fuck,” you frowned, your shoulders slumped. “Stupid pan. It’s lucky it’s metal and not glass with the way I slammed it against the stove earlier,” you cracked a smile at yourself. “I put on quite the dramatic performance in here.”
Tsking at you, he pouted slightly. “How much time did you put into this?”
“Ah,” you shook your head as though it was nothing. “The longest part was waiting for the dough to rise.”
“I’m sorry, my love,” he pulled you closer to him.
“No, it’s ok.” Rolling your eyes, you looked back at Jin. “I think I just don’t like failing,” you smirked. “I’m usually such a stud, I’m not used to it,” you teased, Jin chuckling at you, his bread cheeks soft as his eyes crinkled prettily.
“I know!” he agreed wholeheartedly. “You know, I’ll eat those anyway if it’ll make you happy.”
“God no, you’ll chip a tooth,” you giggled, lifting another roll from the pan and tapping it against the counter to show Jin how hard they were.
You were sure that your aversion to failure was partially to blame for your emotional outburst. However, a bit deeper down you knew it was because you felt like you only had so much time to show Jin how much you cared for him. Your boyfriend was a provider at heart, a domestic god who was always taking care of everyone. Being able to provide for him was something you believed to be a privilege; being the person who could give him peace and quiet, be a shoulder to lean on, the one with his best interests at heart, and yes, even the person who could give him a sweet treat smothered in even sweeter icing.
“You’re incredible for this,” Jin told you more seriously, staring at you with gentle eyes. “I mean it, I would never have expected this but it’s such a you thing to do and god, I just love you”
Staring at him, you found his soft brown eyes glimmering back at you, expressing all the feeling behind the words he spoke. “Expect what, burnt dessert?” You joked, flashing him a grin.
“No,” he smiled fondly. “Someone caring enough to do all of this,” he gestured to the kitchen. “But of course you’d do this. You go to work all day and then just because I said something in a fucked out daze you went through all this work.”
Watching him carefully, you could tell there was something lingering on the tip of his tongue. Squeezing his hand in yours, you encouraged him to say it. He gave you a sad smile before shrugging defeatedly. “I don’t want to have to miss you.”
You felt the sting in your eyes, triggering you to quickly blink it away. There it was, the overreaching bitterness to your every interaction these days. Every act of devotion came along with the knowledge that you’d soon be apart.
Not wanting the moment to turn sour, you wrapped him up in a hug and kissed the side of his forehead. “Then don’t miss me yet,” you whispered to him, pressing a heap of pecks to his face again. “I’m right here,” you mumbled into his skin.
You could feel the way his cheeks lifted as he smiled before he nodded. “Hey, that looks pretty good,” he nodded to the counter, gesturing at the bowl of icing.
“Oh, yeah, that actually is good,” you informed him. “I did one thing right.”
Shooting you a quick glare, he then wasted no time in grabbing the bowl and wrapping an arm around your lower back before pushing you backward out of the kitchen. The night would turn out to be perfect, you and Jin together creating a memory to look back on fondly.
On the nights he wouldn’t be around, you would think back to this moment. Just you and Jin cuddled up on the couch as he teased you for your baking mishap, the both of you babbling on about the events of your respective days, your hopes and plans for your shared future, and how goddamn good that cinnamon roll icing tasted on each other’s lips.
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jimilter · 2 years
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ashhh, hi again! sorry i miscomunicated about the seokjin fic. i want to know about heavens a heartbreak away too, if thats okay? the hobi fic sounds so good and so funny 🤣 can you tell how much you have written for it? really want to read it 😍
the wip challenge!
hey, lovely! ah, it's completely alright! i failed to understand your ask too. and yes, of course it's okay! ❤
aaahhh thank you so much, i hope you like the hobi fic when i post it 🥺 i'm at 4k words rn, almost one-thirds in. the final word count will land somewhere b/w 12-14 k.
for the seokjin fic, i'm only 1k words in and haven't touched it in a year :( even the banner is from december :( the writing is also not that good bec this is the first draft. so idk when i'll actually get to posting the fic, but anyways. here's the banner, some synopsis and a tiny snippet from heaven's a heartbreak away:
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chaebol!au ex boss!seokjin | ex secretary!reader friends to lovers!au (i say ex, bec they're both jobless now)
You knock at the door, restless, angry and more than a little disappointed by the events of the past two days.
The door opens and Kim Seokjin greets you with a flat stare. His hair is as immaculately styled as ever and he’s dressed elegantly in a pastel blue sweater and plaid pajamas. You must look worse for the wear than he does in your sweat and dirt laden dress, frazzled hair and lipstick half eaten out of stress. Ironic, given the situation.
"I quit," you blurt before he's had the chance to say anything.
His eyebrows raise, very slowly. But then his shoulders slump and his entire demeanor is a picture of resigned acceptance. "Can't say I didn't expect you to. Come on in."
You enter the penthouse, belatedly realising that this place is his own and not provided by the company that he was just kicked out of. 
"Tea?" Seokjin's voice rings out.
You purse your lips, following him all the way to the kitchen, and perch upon a stool. "You got vodka, boss?" you meekly ask, looking at his expectant face.
Seokjin's face is stoic for a while, and then he suddenly snorts, shaking his head in amusement. "Sure."
You two settle on one of the living room couches with vodka in ceramic coffee cups. 
"How'd it go? You didn't slap him, did you?" Seokjin takes a huge gulp, winces, and then turns to look at you with humor lining his face.
You laugh. "I almost did. He's so sleazy, boss,” you nearly whine. "Had this cocky smirk on his face the entire time I talked to him. He thinks he's got it all, now. Watch him burn the place down in a month."
Seokjin hums, downing the rest of the liquid in his cup. "This is not all on him, though. He's a man of art. He wanted to travel the world, not settle down in a four-by-four office with a corporate job." Seokjin pauses to sigh. "It was the reason why he agreed to take up business admin and went to study abroad, in the first place. But God bless my uncle, he twisted it to his convenience."
You groan. "But why did the board of directors vote him up?"
"Money, sweetheart." Seokjin shrugs, his casually offered endearment making you sip a larger than intended amount, and you cough. He shoots you a look. "What? You didn't think they could be bought?"
You swallow, thankful that Seokjin didn't interpret your coughing for what it was for. You roll with it. "It comes as a bit of a surprise, certainly."
"They took less than fifteen minutes to finish off the vote." Seokjin's eyes are saddened when he leaves your side to go back to the kitchen. Probably getting a refill. "They would take hours to pass the amends I’d suggest, remember? And they passed me by, just like that!" he calls out from the kitchen.
"I know, boss. I know," you sigh, reminded of the ill-fated day that you'd thought would go very differently, two days back. 
That morning, when you'd stepped out of the lift, the office had greeted you normally. A few nods, a couple of good mornings. The door to the meeting room had been firmly shut, as you'd already known it would be – the board of directors were voting, today. 
Seokjin's family politics had caught up with him after more than ten years of being the best CEO Kim Enterprises had ever seen in its run. But Seokjin's uncle was more concerned about his own son's return from abroad where he'd apparently finished off his PhD in something related to business. You didn't bother researching. You hated Seokjin's cousin – he didn't even deserve to be associated with the company, let alone compete against Seokjin for the CEO position.
At the far end of the hallway sat Seokjin's office, where you were headed.
You'd entered the CEO's office with trepidation, knowing you'd have to be at your best behavior lest you slap the guest.
Kim Taehyung had a sly grin over his face as he sat across Seokjin. From the tight set of the latter's jaw, it was clear that only one of them was having fun today. That had been the first sign of alarm to you – Seokjin didn't stress over situations that didn't really warrant it.
You'd greeted the two of them, formally, and listened to the younger go on and on about his experiences in some big shot university, abroad. The guy was either horrifically bad at reading the room, or he was way too cocky to care. In either case, you didn't think he made for an ideal candidate for the job Seokjin did.
Well, in your humble opinion, no one could ever handle the job like Seokjin did. But your opinion valued naught, here.
"Ma'am!" a subordinate had called out to you, barely ten minutes later.
"Yes?" you'd looked at his troubled face without letting your own distress show. 
"The – the votes are in. Mister Yi is asking for you."
You'd exhaled, tightly, and followed the guy to the burly man standing outside the closed doors of the meeting room.
That was where he'd delivered the news to you.
The votes had gone against Seokjin.
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7ndipity · 9 months
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You flinch during a fight
Ot7 x Reader
Summary: How they would react to you flinching during a fight/argument.
Warnings: angst obviously, slight implications of past trauma, not proofread
A/N:(damn, y'all really like angst, huh? Lol) Thanks to the lovely anon who sent this request, I hope you like them!
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Seokjin: Jin forgets just how big he is sometimes and how intimidating that can be. Which is why, when he swung around suddenly to say something and saw you take a small step back, he was confused for a moment before it hit him, and he froze. The room had fallen silent, both of you unsure of what to do or how to proceed. "I didn't mean to-" "I know." You stopped him before he could finish. "Cause you know I would never-" "I know, baby, it was just a reflex." You told him, knowing he would beat himself up over this if you didn't stop him. "Can we just say you won the fight and move on? He asked, making you grin as you wrapped your arms around his middle. "Sure."
Yoongi: It was a tiny movement, so small it would've easily been missed, had he not been looking at you when he slammed his hand down on the table in frustration, causing you to wince. Instantly, he felt every ounce of anger drain away, replaced with hollow shame. "Are you okay?" He asked quietly after a long pause, not meeting your eye. You nodded. "You just startled me." He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his own nerves. "Can we not do this? I don't wanna fight, not like this." "Me neither." You agreed. You settled on just spending the evening together quietly, eventually talking through the original issue much more calmly.
Hobi: As loud as Hobi might be, he almost never raises his voice with you, which why it caught you so off guard and made you flinch. It was a purely instinctual response, but for Hobi, it made his heart absolutely shatter, eyes immediately glazing over with tears. He was supposed to be you safe place, your protector, how could he make you feel unsafe? As if you could read his mind, you were quick to try and reassure him. "Hobi, it's okay." "No, It's not, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm so sorry." You end up sitting together, comforting each other for a while.
Namjoon: He didn't even realize just how tightly wound you had both become during the argument until he slammed a cabinet door, making you jump. Glancing up to see you, clearly startled, his stubborn pride evaporated. "Lets not talk it about it anymore right now, we're not gonna solve anything while we're upset, okay?" He asked, keeping his tone soft in an attempt to soothe you. "Okay." You nodded. "Can I hug you?" He asked. Again, you nodded, letting him carefully tuck you into his chest. "I'm so sorry."
Jimin: He knows he can be intimidating when he's angry, but he never thought you would view him like that, until he saw you flinch back into the sofa cushions. His eyes got so big, before sinking down next to you on the couch. "Did... did I scare you?" He asked, barely able to speak above a whisper. "I don't know." You said, which he knew was your go-to response when you wanted to avoid the truth. Biting back a wave of emotion, he spoke, trying to keep his voice calm. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper." "It's okay." You said. It wasn't, not to him, but he didn't want to push you further right now. Right now, he just wanted to make you feel better.
Taehyung: When he whipped around to face you, only to see you instinctively shrink back, he froze, hands falling ground his sides. "Babe." He said, voice small, wobbly. "I wouldn't... you know I wouldn't, right?" "I know, it was just a reflex." You said even more quietly, fiddling with your fingers which he knew was a sign of how stressed you actually were. Not knowing what else to do, he pulled you into a tight hug. "Please know that you're always safe with me."
Jungkook: He knew you hated loud noises, but in the heat of the moment, he couldn't help the the raise in his voice. As soon as he saw the tears in your eyes though, he panicked. "I'm sorry!" He apologized profusely, rushing over to hold you, maybe a little faster than he should've, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't stand the thought that he'd made you so upset. "Please don't yell." You sniffled. "I won't, I swear, I won't. I'm so sorry baby." Clings to you for the rest of the evening.
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trina864 · 8 months
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Late Night Drive | J.JK
Summery: You and your boyfriend take a late night drive through the city where you met, it starts out with love, ends with a round of fuck and love. Paring: Jungkook x F!Reader | Est. Relationship Genre: Fanfiction, Romance | Fluff, Smut Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Mentions of attempted r*pe. Boyfriend Jungkook. Making out. Smut. Sex. Unprotected Sex. N*pple play. I would say the smut part is quite vanilla. ‣ A/N: Sooo, Jungkook again. Finally finished this, it actually wasn't planned to be smut, but I got carried away, have you guys seen the new video from CK with Jungkook?! Jungkook in a tanktop is my new favorite, and omg I haven't even mentioned seven on the blog yet, but shit I'm dying. I'm working on something with seven, but you know me, I'm not sure when I'll be able to finish it, and it's a pretty big project, so we'll see what happens. Anyway enjoy the fic! (:
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"Catch!" You yell to your boyfriend, throwing the keys to his black Mercedes. Jungkook caught them, standing on the other side of the car.
He looks from the keys in his hand to you opening the door to the passenger seat. He opens the door and asks "You don't wanna drive tonight?"
"Nah, I wanna admire the city and my beautiful boyfriend tonight." You say as you click yourself in. Jungkook smiles his cute bunny smile before he too clicks himself in.
When Jungkook turns the keys, the car comes to life with a roar. The lights in the car, LED purple and blue, turns on together with the roar.
He takes the car out of park mode and starts to drive out of the very filled parking lot.
The roads are lightened up by the streetlights in contrast to the parking lot which was completely dark, only the lights from your apartment's windows shined across the dark parking lot.
The leather seats in the car are reflecting purple and blue light onto Jungkooks face. He’s concentrated on the road giving you lots of time to admire him.
His hair newly washed still damp, the strands too reflected the lights. Both hands placed on the steering wheel, one cowered in tattoos. His legs clenching the faster he drives. His shirt hugging his strong figure.
His lips lifts in a smirk, he feels your eyes on him in a longer period of time. Jungkook has always loved your attention, you are one of the few were he doesn’t turn shy.
With you it’s confidence all the way, because he knows you, and loves you.
“Like what you see?” He asks all cocky.
“Nope not at all.” You say playfully making a small pout form on Jungkooks lips. It isn’t long though before he gets an idea.
His tatted hand slowly creeps down the steering wheel, over the gear lever, and over to your thigh where it rests comfortably.
A shiver goes over your spine as you feel Jungkook’s hand caress your thigh with utter love.
Unable to hide your smile you look out the window to the moving city, remembering all of the old memories you built with Jungkook.
Your first tattoo, the time you met each other’s parents, the day Jungkook asked you to be his partner.
One strong memory keeps popping up into your head, and you decide to share it with Jungkook as you think he never actually heard your feelings on the story.
“Do you know when I started loving you?” You ask quietly. He looks over at you, trying to catch your eyes, but you keep them on the moving city outside.
He gives you a soft squeeze with the hand on your thigh, and he sees how comfortable and content you seem in this moment. As if everything is just good right now. “No I don’t think I know that.”
“Well, do you remember our third date or something, that one were I thought it would’ve been a good idea for us to go to a club.” You ask looking back to Jungkook with anticipating eyes.
He gives you another squeeze, remembering exactly which night you’re referring to. “I would rather want to forget that night, but yea I do.” He manages to chuckle it out, not as much for his own sake as for yours.
That night had been a real nightmare for you. He gets shivers just thinking back to your trembling body walking out of the restroom with a dress torn in the side and mascara running down your face.
You ran into his arms that night even though you still didn’t know each other that well.
You explained how a guy had tried to do things to you while on the way to the restroom. He had almost succeeded before you got your hands in your pepper spray and you ran out of there.
Two minutes passed where Jungkook tried to calm not only you but also himself. How he wanted to smack that guy's face into the floor and kick him unconscious.
But he could sense that you needed something steady and strong in that moment, not someone who couldn’t control their anger. So he stood with you and hugged you.
“That night was both the worst and the best night ever.” You say. Jungkook looks at you with a frown not catching on to how it could’ve been a good night.
“I’m not following.” He says looking back to the road as one lonely car passes by.
You smile fiddling with your hands. “The moment the guy came running out from the restroom and walked up to us, I knew you wanted to fight him.” Jungkook clenches his jaw, hand tightens around the steering wheel.
This shows just how right you are, somewhere in his eyes there’s a look of regret, for not having punched the guy.
“Of course I wanted to fight him. I wanted to punch him so hard that he wouldn’t be able to walk again.” He says, and he gets surprised by your answer.
“I’m glad you didn’t.” You clear your throat and Jungkook looks over at you, your face like his illuminated in purple.
“I felt how angry you were, but you calmed yourself for me, do you have any idea how rare that is? I needed you to let him go, and you did. That made me feel so safe, you have no idea how good I felt in your arms when we got home. I never felt so at ease before, as if there was nothing in the world that could hurt me, because I had you.” He doesn’t know how to reply in this moment, he is speechless.
You can’t contain your emotions tonight, they shine on your face with every smile and breath. Especially the smile you have now is showing Jungkook more than anything else could.
“That’s how I still feel. I feel safe with you Jungkook, at home. And I very much believe that is how love feels. I started loving you in that moment, and never stopped.” You say.
Both of you watch as the light from the same club’s sign shine through your windows and adorns the car in turquoise blue.
Jungkook pulls over not too long after and turns to you with his whole body. Like he had seen emotions in your eyes, you see emotions in his.
The small unsheat tears at the corners of his eyes, and the lifted shape of his eyes from the smile he adorned.
To you he is as euphoric as the heart of a field filled with pink and white flowers.
He feels like the luckiest guy in the entire world sitting in front of you like this and showing his emotions without being scared of what you would think.
No words are needed between you two, the love for each other is evident for both of you. All that are needed is to let silence do its part and sit long enough for the emotions to lick up your body and embrace you in a warm hug.
It's you who makes the first move, crawling over the gear lever, and straddling Jungkooks lap. He smiles looking up at you and you wipe the tears in the corners of his eyes.
"I love you more than words could ever describe." He says and leans into your hands.
You bend down and kiss him, pressing your lips hard against his, just to try and show all the affection. Jungkook returns the kiss just as passionate as you, opening your mouth, and licking his way into your mouth.
You start grinding down into his lap, pressing against his dick. Jungkook moans into your mouth, loving the way you move on top of him. His hands wander down your sides and lay over your hips were he guides them.
You sit like that for quite a while, making out, Jungkooks dick grows hard under you and for every time your cunt presses against him you have to hold your moan.
Even with his small whispers that he wanted to hear you, and you shouldn't hold back with the sounds, you have to keep some in to not seem too desperate.
Suddenly Jungkook gets enough of your 'holding in your moan policy' and he stops you.
You whine quietly, but he shushes you as he starts leaning the seat back. When the seat is as leaned back as it can get he switches places and pulls his shirt over his head.
You almost drool, looking over his abs and feeling them over.
He smirks down at you as you too get rid of your shirt and your shorts, leaving you in only panties. You left the bra at home. He is over you in an instant, grabbing and twisting your nipples in between his fingers.
You're in bliss, Jungkook switches one of his hands out with his mouth, and the noise his sucking and licking makes is sinful, you don't even notice Jungkook getting rid of his own pants.
It's first when his bare thighs tangle against your own that you notice the lack of clothes from his side as well as yours.
From there it all seems to go a bit quicker, you getting rid of your underwear and Jungkooks his. He bends your legs up so your thighs are resting over you. He pumps himself a few times before he lines his cock up with your pussy entrance.
Your eyes meet, and again no words is needed as the love and sexual seduction shows itself.
It's almost as if your moan and Jungkooks groan harmonizes, both coming out equally loud as he pushes his dick into you.
You lay still for a few seconds as your pussy adapts to Jungkooks seize. He kisses you, and whispers sweet nothings between small kisses.
It's first when you tap his abdomen twice he starts to move, just like you had agreed.
He starts out slow, still letting you adapt to his seize, but slowly as your moans gets louder and the windows gets more fogged the pace quickens.
It doesn't take long before Jungkook is hammering into you, pulling the filthiest moans from your mouth, and making the seat beneath you squeak as if it's in pain.
Your wet sounds are not half as attractive as Jungkooks grunts and whimpers. His cock hitting into your g-spot, plus him whimpering with his whiniest voice "Fuck yea." is so filthy, so dirty and nasty that you feel your orgasm bulid up in turbo mode.
"Ah, Jungkook I'm so close." You whimper with closed eyes and tears in the brim. He looks down at your beautiful squinted face, sweat on your forehead as well as your inner knees were his grip is starting to slip.
His own sweat drips from his neck down to your neck where the two substances mixes. The windows are unable to be seen through.
"Fuck, ah!, you look so good, a mess all because of my dick. Are you gonna cum on my dick huh? Is that what you want? To milk it into your cum?" His words is as sinful as the car you're in, and you whimper a series of 'yes'.
Jungkook quickens the pace. If his pace was fast before this is rapid. It's almost animalistic how he grunts and fucks into you, even you feel how your walls clench harder around him. Your nails dig into his back, you don't scratch scared you'll actually scratch through his skin. "Oh- my- go- od, Jungkook!!" You manage to get out through each thrust.
Your orgasm hits you like a train, running all over you as your body spasm. Jungkook doesn't slow down, he keeps the same unforgiving pace through the whole of your orgasm. You feel used in the best way as your orgasm is over. Jungkook is still not finished, but you feel his dick twitch inside you.
You help him on the way, you have to make him cum so you can get a break. You do the thing Jungkook loves the most, and dirty talk to him. "Shit, my cum is all over you cock, it's on the seat. You're gonna get stained by my pussy juice when you drive." You say and Jungkook has to rest his head on you as he falls weak for your voice.
"You're covered in my cum kookie, you have to cover me too. Cum inside me baby. Paint my pussy white with your cum, kookie." You moan. It doesn't take long from there till Jungkook is loosing his grip and cumming into your tight pussy. "Fuuuuck! Yea, ah." He moans as his load shoots into you and mixes with your own sticky cum.
You almost get another orgasm just by how good it feels to get coated by Jungkook, how good it feels when his body takes over and he has no control of how he hammers into you.
When he is done he collapses on top of you, dick still wrapped in your warm walls. "I love you Y/N." He says as he feels your fingers run through his hair.
"And I love you Kookie." You say and smile as Jungkooks arms sneaks under you and he hugs you with his face nuzzled into your neck.
Shit, you love car drives with Jungkook.
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♡ Summary: Y/N is just an average student at Seoul University but what she doesn’t know is that the person she’s been watching YouTube videos, streams, and having a crush on is the university heartthrob!
♡ Pairing: Gamer! Heartthrob! Jungkook x reader 
♡ Rating: Explicit (18+) 
♡ Genre: Fluff, romance, smut, enemies to lovers, secret identity, fan girl, pride and prejudice inspired kind of and angst 
♡ Author's note: I think this might be a mini-series! I was also sick :( so sorry for the lack of response/posting!
“Did you see Jungkook!?”
“Of course I did! He was on the Calvin Klein TikTok page. He knew what he was doing.”
L/N Y/N raised her eyebrow at the two girls and continued her way to her class through the hall. She knew Jungkook was popular and it did help that his whole family was practically famous but to be a Calvin Klein model? That’s wild. 
Y/N is a middle-class student who entered Seoul University with a scholarship known as the Kim Family Scholarship. The brightest and the most talented are selected from all the schools in Korea. She wasn’t at the top of her classes nor did she play any instrument. She was just a simple person, so you can imagine her shocked face when she got it. 
Even now Y/N wasn’t spectacular. She got good grades but there was always someone else doing better. She participated in some sports but she wouldn’t call herself an athlete. She would never become one of the elite students and she was okay with that. Too much pressure.
Jeon Jungkook was the opposite of her. One of the top students (ranking in the legendary seven) and the top athlete, he was the guy that everyone wanted and hated. Yes, he was handsome and intelligent but Y/N didn’t really care about that, he was incredibly rude and selfish. She watched him break up with so many girls and had so many rendezvous around the campus that she wondered if any place was clean. A headache really.
She opened the door to her class and smiled when she saw her friend, Lee Taeyong, waiting for her at the back. Taeyong has been her friend since she was in diapers. They’ve been through everything, Y/N’s first period, Taeyong's ankle surgery, and first heart breaks. Best friends forever.
“Tae!�� 
He looked up from his notebook and waved at her, “Y/N.”
She ran towards him unaware of the whispers amongst a certain group of people. She went through her bag and handed him a breakfast sandwich, “Mom made breakfast for us. I also have orange juice.”
Taeyong  pushed his glasses and smiled, “Thanks, my mom was wondering if you were coming over tonight?”
She happily nodded and sat down next to him, “of course I am.”
They continued to talk as Jungkook watched with his full attention. Taehyung let out a small laugh and playfully slapped his shoulder, “Why are you staring at Y/N?”
Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and looked at him, “She doesn’t belong here.”
“Dude, why are you always on her? She doesn’t even speak to you.”
“She doesn’t take school seriously-”
Namjoon sighed and closed his book, “She passed every test in all her subjects. What more do you want for her?” 
“Not to be her.”
After class, Y/N and Taeyong made their way to the cafeteria. All the students were talking about the legendary seven but all Y/N wanted was her ramen.
The legendary seven, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and shit head (Jeon Jungkook). The top students and the wealthiest, they always mean trouble. She never understood how everyone can talk about them when they have their own problems. She didn’t see a point, she would never have a conversation with them so why would she talk about them? There’s nothing she could add to the conversation. 
Taeyong handed her chopsticks and she smiled, “I’m so excited. I love their ramen.”
“You do know it’s just a convenience store ramen.”
“But it’s free.”
She bowed her head at the worker and happily looked at her ramen making Taeyong laugh, “I want my kimchi fried rice.”
“Share half?”
“If you share half of your ramen.”
“Okay!~.”
The group entered and Jungkook sneered at Y/N who was eating her ramen cheerfully. He glanced at Taeyong who whipped her mouth and he scoffed. Jimin raised his eyebrow and looked at what he was looking at, “what now?”
“Nothing.”
Y/N looked up and saw Jungkook looking at her. She raised her eyebrow and looked behind her to see if there was someone else, but nothing. She looked back and saw Jungkook talking to his friends. She blinked her eyes a couple of times but she just shrugged her shoulders.
“Y/N!~” 
She waved her hand when she saw Kim Yerim running towards her. Yerim or Yeri to her close friends, was Y/N’s other best friend. Yeri met Y/N during high school by accident. Yeri wanted the same drink that Y/N had but sadly it was the last one. Y/N being Y/N bought the drink and gave it to her. Since then, Yeri has been with Y/N. 
Yeri was one of the wealthier students at school. She wasn’t as wealthy as Jungkook but she was wealthy enough to have a good future. Yeri would always make sure Y/N would have new clothes and bags so no one picked on her. Yeri would always defend Y/N against the others, it was sweet but she could take care of herself. 
“Yerrrriii~”
Yeri sat in front of Y/N with her tray, “Did you see the video?”
“Did Kook upload? Did I miss it?”
Yeri let out a small laugh and took her phone, “This is why you should have notifications on for him.” 
She rolled her eyes and saw that he was playing Lethal Company. She smiled to herself and watched for a few seconds before pushing Yeri’s hand, “I need to watch it when I go home.”  
 Taeyong let out a small chuckle, “Don’t you have homework?”
“I can watch and do it…” 
“Not if you get distracted with his voice.”
“Yeriii, leave me alone.” 
Kook is a famous YouTuber/streamer. He had millions of followers and it wasn’t just because he was good at games. So many love him because of his comedy and just his personality in general. Y/N came across him by accident one day and his voice caught her. It was clear that he changed his voice slightly but it still gave her butterflies.
“I was wondering, would you come to a party with me? It’s next week.”
Y/N brother her chopsticks down and raised her eyebrow, "Who's the host?”
“Jimin.”
Y/N scoffed and shook her head, “I don’t want to be there with them. All they do is stare at me and make me feel unwanted here. It’s weird.”
“Really? They're usually really kind…well except Jungkook.”
“Don’t get me started on that shithead. Always glaring at me, what does he have against me? I literally have never talked to him. It’s annoying.” 
Taeyong rubbed her shoulder gently, “don’t get worked up over him. He’s not worth it.”
“I know…it’s just annoying.”
Yeri glanced at Jungkook and the others with a nod, “I would be annoyed. I won’t go then, they don’t deserve our presence.” 
“Irene is having a party. She invited me, we can go to that one.”
Taeyong's eyes lightened up at this and looked at Y/N, “Why didn’t you tell me this!?”
“Because…I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Yeri let out a laugh and pointed her chopsticks at him, “He just wants to see Seulgi.”
“So-So what.”
“It's cute, Tae.” 
Jungkook was on his phone until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw Rosé looking at him with a smile. He raised his eyebrow and put his phone down, “What do you want?”
“Is that how you treat your girlfriend?”
“Ex-girlfriend. Now what do you want?”
Rosé sighed and leaned back on the bench, “I need you to be my fake boyfriend.”
Jungkook let out a laugh, he couldn’t believe what he just heard, “For fucking what?”
“Tonight, I’m going to my cousin's dinner.”
“Why me?”
“Because I told my aunt we were dating and if she finds out I broke up with you she will be sad. I hate seeing her sad.” 
Jungkook turned his attention to her and crossed his arms over his chest, “First of all, I broke up with you. Second of all, since when are you nice?”
Rosé rolled her eyes and stood up from the table, “Can you just do this for me?”
“Fine. Only once.” 
“Trust me, it’s only going to be once. I can’t stand you.”
Jungkook let out a snicker and nodded his head, “Right back at you, cheater.”
“It’s your fault I cheated on you. You treated me like shit, what did you expect?”
“I treated you like shit? I gave you everything Rosé-”
“If you guys are gonna fight, can you do it outside?”
Jungkook turned to see Yoongi giving him a stern look, making him sigh. He turned to Rosé with an irritated look, “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Ditto.”
Jungkook glared at her until she was out of sight. He turned back and Jin shook his head, “How did you date that?”
“It was a fling…”
Taehyung shook his head and finished off his kimchi, “No you liked her, a lot. Why didn’t you tell us she cheated?”
“It wasn’t worth talking about it…I just didn’t want to talk about her.” 
Jimin nodded his head and gave him a soft smile, “At least you're not together.”
“Yeah…” he glanced at Y/N who was now talking to Jaehyun. His eyes widened to see his friend talking to her. They looked like they were having a good conversation because they kept laughing. Jungkook looked back at Hoseok, “When did they become friends?”
Hoseok glanced at Y/N and then back at Jungkook, “I know Jae has been talking to her since high school.” 
“High school?”
“Yeah, they were friends because of Taeyong. Why?”
“Just wondering.”
“Jae, can you tell your friend to stop staring at me? It’s annoying.”
Jaehyun turned around and saw Jungkook looking at them. He waved at him and looked back at Y/N, “He’s just weird like that.”
“Eh, are we playing tonight?”
“Yeah, after dinner at Tae’s?”
“Yes sir.”
“See you tonight.”
Y/N watched him leave and she looked back to Yeri who had a smirk, “What?”
“When are you going to fuck him?”
Y/N’s turned into disgust and shook her head, “You're crazy.”  
.*・。゚☆゚.*・。゚
“Tae, you didn’t tell me your cousin is coming.” 
Y/N let out a loud groan as she dropped on Taeyong’s bed. He sighed and put his book back on his shelf, “Mom just told me she was coming and apparently she's coming with her boyfriend.” 
“She has a boyfriend? I didn’t know that was possible for her.” 
Taeyong let out a laugh and shook his head, “People can change.” 
“I bet he was rich. You know the richer they are, the more likely they want a girl on their arm.” 
Footsteps were coming up the stairs and Y/N to see Taeyong’s mom looking at her with a smile, “Y/N, did you hear who’s coming?” 
Y/N sat up and nodded her head, “Rosé and her boyfriend.” 
Mrs. Lee nodded her head and clapped her hands excitedly, “I’m so happy she found someone.” 
Taeyong nodded his head and sat in his computer chair, “I’m sure he treats her right.” 
“She told me that he’s from a wealthy family.” 
Y/N glanced at Taeyong giving him a “I told you so” look. She looked at Mrs. Lee, nodding her head with a small smirk, “That’s good for her future. I’m sure she’ll have everything figured out.” 
“I sure hope so. Come down and get ready for dinner.” 
They watched the older woman leave the room with a skip in her step and Y/N looked at Taeyong with a frown, “Rosé...didn’t she break up with her boyfriend.”
Taeyong nodded his head and rubbed his forehead, “Knowing Rosé, she has a scheme.”
Y/N shook her head and looked at the ceiling with a frown, “Your mom doesn’t deserve lies.” 
“Trust me, I know. Let’s go and keep her happy.” 
They made their way downstairs but Y/N stopped in the middle when she met with familiar brown eyes. Jungkook looked at her with surprised eyes and they continued to stare at each other but neither of them said a word. He hated her for whatever reason and she hated him for being a shithead. What’s there to say? She glanced down and saw Rosé holding his hand, so this is the boyfriend. She continued to walk down the stairs and walked past Jungkook who continued to stare at her. 
Jungkook was surprised to see her but he didn’t know why, she was always around Taeyong. Tonight seemed different with her appearance. She looked more elegant with her hair down (she only ever wore ponytails or buns to school) and had a black dress on. She was more poised, something that surprised him. He watched her lean towards Taeyong and they both let out a quiet laugh. He wondered if she would ever laugh with him. He shook his head and glanced at Rosé, “Aunty, this is my boyfriend, Jungkook.” 
Y/N bit her lip from laughing because it was clear that he was uncomfortable. With the way he visibly stiffened at her touch, he didn’t want to be here. Y/N glanced at Jungkook who was looking at Mrs. Lee. She rolled her eyes and turned to walk towards the kitchen with Taeyong next to her, He probably made her think he liked her and wasn’t expecting to get this far with her. How typical of him. 
Jungkook watched the two leave but he couldn’t help but feel judged by them. Every time Y/N looked at him she would lean towards Taeyong. How could she be judgemental? She’s not the same status, why would she judge him? It should be the opposite, that’s what his mother always taught him. “Judge those who are lower than you and question why they are so low? The answer is they don’t have a good work ethic.” 
When Mrs. Lee turned to walk towards the kitchen, Jungkook ripped his hand out of Rosé’s hand, “I told you don’t touch me.”
“That’s not what you were saying before. My aunty looked happy, that’s good.” The two walked towards the rest of them and Rosé glanced at Jungkook, “Also, stop staring at Y/N. I know she’s pretty but now is not the time.”
Jungkook scoffed and glanced at Y/N and then at Rosé, “What?” 
“Y/N, she’s pretty.”
“Anyone can be pretty but not everybody can be beautiful.” 
Rosé raised her eyebrow and grabbed Jungkook’s hand as she looked up at him, “Are you saying she's pretty?” 
“Let’s sit.” 
Y/N sat next to Taeyong as she ate her chicken. She glared at Jungkook, if people wanted to talk amongst themselves they should do quieter, “Anyone can be pretty.” Who is he? The mirror from Snow White. She wishes he was because then she could just break the glass and be done with it. She stopped listening after that part, if she continued to listen to him she would lose more brain cells. Her phone vibrated in her dress pocket and when no one was paying attention, she brought out her phone. 
Did you see it? Kook is hosting a special event! All you have to do is comment on his post and send him a DM and the lucky winner gets to play with him! 
Y/N’s eyes widened and she tapped Taeyong’s thigh. He looked at her with a curious look and she glanced down. Taeyong eyes landed on the message and he looked back at her, “Are you going to do it”
“Of course I am. This is the only chance I get to speak to him.” 
“I hope you win then.”
“Don’t tell Yeri that.” 
Jungkook was annoyed that Rosé kept touching him but he knew had to be an actor tonight. He smiled at Mrs. Lee who placed more rice on his plate, “Rosé told me that you guys met at the library. That’s really sweet.” 
Lie. They met during a party and he fucked her in a bathroom. Not sweet but he knew Rosé was a good liar. He looked at Mrs. Lee and nodded his head, “She couldn’t reach for a book, I was there to help her.” 
Y/N let out a small laugh and glanced at Taeyong, “He really sucks at lying.” 
“Don’t ruin our show.” 
“You are tall, do you play basketball?”
Jungkook nodded his head and rubbed the back of his neck, “I play basketball, soccer, and baseball.” 
“Oh, wow. All-rounder, good pick Rosé.” 
“Thank you, Aunty.” 
After dinner, Y/N was the first to leave. She was walking out when she saw Jungkook and Rosé come out of the side door. Her eyes widened and she hid in a bush, curiosity was going to kill the cat tonight. 
“Thanks, Jungkook.”
Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and pulled her hand out of his, “No problem. Now what do I get out of this?” 
Rosé sighed and rolled her eyes, “What do you want?”
“I want you to leave me alone.”
Rosé let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “Don’t ask me twice. After how you treated me.” 
Y/N nodded her head and looked at Jungkook, I knew it.
Jungkook scoffed, “You can continue thinking that. I have to go home.” Jungkook turned around and started walking towards his car but stopped when he heard, “Don’t forget what I said about Y/N.”
Jungkook glanced at Rosé and glared at her, “It’s my life. Stay out of it.” 
“Anyone can become beautiful if you give them the chance too.” 
Jungkook unlocked his car and got into it. Y/N watched him drive away and she raised her eyebrow, What the hell was that about? 
Yeri and Y/N sat on Taeyong’s bed with nervous looks. Y/N glanced at her phone and then at Yeri, “You do it first.” 
Yeri shook her head and pointed at Y/N, “You’ve been his fan longer. You do it first.” 
Taeyong rolled his eyes and turned towards them with his book in his lap now, “Just do it. The worst thing that can happen is that he doesn’t respond.” 
“Don’t say that because that means it's going to happen!” 
Y/N sighed but her phone vibrated and she raised her eyebrow, “Jaehyun?” She opened her messages and she smiled to herself. 
You cheated last night, I want a rematch 
It’s not my fault you're a loser! ;p 
I’m the one that showed you the game >:( 
Fine, rematch tonight 
I’ll win this time!!! 
“Are you texting Jaehyun?”
Y/N looked over her phone and nodded her head at Yeri, “Stop with that look. We’re friends.” 
“You can be so much more.”
“Taeyong, can you-”
“No, Y/N. You do it.” 
Y/N sighed and clicked on Kook’s Instagram. He doesn’t really post and when he does it’s just his computer setup or even just his day. There were no pictures of himself but Y/N knows he’s handsome, he has to be. With the way he laughs in his streams and how he goes to cafes, he’s literally the perfect guy for her. 
She sighed and looked up at Yeri, “I’m going to do it.” 
“You're bluffing!” 
“No, I’m doing it. Let’s get it over with.” Y/N clicked on the most recent picture and liked it (something she doesn’t do because it makes her feel shy). Then she clicked the small bubble sending a message, “Event...sorry this is so awkward. Thank you for posting, it makes me happy : ) .” 
Y/N tossed her phone and hid her face in her hands, “I did it! But omg I feel like I’m going to get sick. Yeri you do it.” 
“Oh, I did it yesterday.” 
Y/N removed her hands and glared at her, “We were supposed to do it together!” 
“I lied.” 
Jungkook was in his gamer room and was staring at his DM’s. It wasn’t until his eyes landed on a familiar face. He felt weird but he clicked on her profile ignoring his heart beating faster. “Y/N_Cupcake. How interesting.” He went through her profile and he felt a smile appear but he quickly shook his head. Stop feeling that way towards her. 
Y/N went to get a book from the Library when she heard snickers behind her. She turned her head to see it was Jessica and her goons. They would always bully the scholarship kids because why not? They were sad and just looking for an outlet. She rolled her eyes and continued making her way to the tall building. She ignored the footsteps but couldn’t anymore when one of them grabbed her backpack, pulling her back. 
“Going to the library because you can’t afford the books.” 
“We can easily get the books, makes things easier.”
Y/N nodded her head and gave them a blank look, “I’m sure it does. Having access to books makes things easier, what a privilege you have.” 
Jessica raised her eyebrow and poked at Y/N’s shoulder harshly, “Are you pestering me?” 
“I’m simply agreeing with you. That’s what you want, right? For me to know that you're richer and how I’m beneath you. I’m giving you the attention that is clear you are craving for.” 
“What did-”
“Jessica, at least she knows how to read. You should read the books you can easily buy.” 
Y/N looked over Jessica’s shoulder and she raised her eyebrow to see Jungkook. He stood there in his simple black shirt and his tattoos on full display. She glanced at Jessica and pushed her finger away, “Now, I have to go read. I hope you enjoy the books that you can purchase while I have to go to the dusty library. Oh, I hope there’s someone to save me from the dust.” 
Y/N turned around and started walking away as Jungkook couldn’t help himself to let out a small chuckle. Jungkook looked at Jessica and smirked, “You heard her, she needs someone to save her.” 
He walked past the girls leaving Jessica in shock. She turned towards her friends with a shocked face, “Is Jungkook dating her!?” 
“I’m not sure, the last I heard he was dating Rosé.”
“She's a homewrecker then. Girls, we have a busy day ahead of us.” 
Y/N heard footsteps and turned around with an annoyed look expecting to see Jessica but it turned to confusion, “Jungkook? Are you following me?” 
“I-I wouldn’t say following you.” 
“Then what do you call this? I have never seen you in the library but today of all days you're going.” 
Jungkook nodded his head and put his hands in his pocket, “It’s quiet.”
“Especially when you're alone.” 
“Yes, I agree.” 
She glanced to the side and gave him a small smirk, “Even those who aren’t beautiful would agree with you.” Jungkook's face fell as she let out a small laugh and she turned around but before she left his sight she glanced at him over her shoulder, “When you're talking about someone and they're in the room, next time, be quieter.” 
Y/N continued to walk and she smiled to herself when she heard no footsteps behind her. She continued to walk away as Jungkook watched her leave his sight. He let out a laugh and shook his head, “Full of surprises...” 
Y/N entered the library and she waved at Jaehyun. She happily walked up to him and glanced at all the books, “Big test coming up?” 
“It’s all for biology.”
She looked between the books and at him with a confused look, “I thought you owned these books already? Why are you at the library?” 
“To have the chance to be in your presence.” 
She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Shut up. Did your brother take them?” 
“Yeah, so here I am. What are you here for?” 
“I need to do some research for my literature class.” 
“Boring.”
Y/N glanced out the window and she watched Jungkook talking to Taehynug. She looked back at Jaehyun with an interested look, “Your friends with Jungkook?” 
“I wouldn’t say friends...acquaintances really.”
She raised her eyebrow at this, “Acquaintances? You're a good guy, how could anyone be acquainted with you?” 
Jaehyun let out a small laugh, “He just doesn’t like me because I was talking to Rosé.”
“Talking?”
“I had a project with Rosé and he didn’t like that I was talking to her. He even punched me.” 
Y/N scoffed at this and shook her head, “He punched you for trying to do homework. How...actually it's exactly how I pictured him to be.” 
Jaehyun shrugged his shoulders and let out a laugh, “It’s nothing really. Can I sit with you?”
“As long as you know the ques to talk to me, then yes.”
“Thank god I do then.” 
.*・。゚☆゚.*・。゚
Parties, it wasn’t Y/N’s favorite thing in the world but it did help her get out of the house and out of work. Of course, she loved helping her parents make fried rice but sometimes you just want to get drunk. She smiled at Irene who returned one, Irene was the pretty senior that all the girls wanted to date. Y/N can see why, she was kind and awkward. Adorable. 
Y/N sat on the couch with Taeyong who was drinking his heart out. She frowned at this and rubbed his knee, “I’m sure she's coming. Just be patient.” 
“It’s been too long.”
“Tae, it’s literally been thirty minutes. She’s coming, be patient.” 
Taeyong frowned at her and glanced at her, “Be nice to me.” 
“I am, I’m reassuring you. Liquid courage can help you.” 
Y/N smiled at him and stood up from the couch to get some water. As she made her way, Yeri grabbed her arm, “Did you hear?” 
“What is it?” 
“Jessica has been running her mouth about you.”
Y/N raised her eyebrow and let out a snicker, “About what? My boring life is exciting for her?” 
“It’s not boring. It’s comfortable. She’s saying that you're a homewrecker but she won’t say who the couple is.” 
“Do people believe her? The only man I’ve been around is Taeyong and everyone knows he’s in love with Seulgi…we’ll expect for Seulgi.”
Yeri let out a laugh as Y/N smiled but it dropped when she saw who was in front of her. She glanced at Yeri but Yeri didn’t dare to look at her, “Jungkook? I thought you would be at Jimin’s.” 
Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and looked at Y/N, “I was at Jimin’s but I wanted to come by. Irene asked me to visit her more, so here I am.” 
Y/N nodded her head at him with a blank look, “Here you are.” 
“Y/N, would you like a drink?” 
Y/N glanced at Yeri who shrugged her shoulders. Y/N looked back at Jungkook but kept her blank stare, “Sure. I was already making my way there until you stopped me.” 
“I’m sorry for stopping you. Yeri are coming?”
Yeri shook her head and let go of Y/N, “I’m going to check on Taeyong. Bye~.” 
Y/N waved at Yeri and then looked back at Jungkook, “Irene has had four parties this month but you come today. Are you sure you're not following me?” 
“Would you be flatter?”
“The opposite...let’s get a drink.” 
They walked through the crowd of people and Junkook placed his hand behind her back. She glanced at him over her shoulder but he kept looking straight. She didn’t push his hand away and she didn’t know why she didn’t. It was quiet between the two and she sighed to herself, “No small talk?” 
“What is there to talk about?” 
“I don’t know. You're the one that invited me to get a drink, shouldn’t you make small talk.” 
Jungkook handed her a cup of water and shrugged his shoulders, “What do you want to talk about?” 
“You can talk about the test we had in math or even lunch. Something.” 
“The math test was easy.” 
“It was.”
Y/N took a sip as Jungkook did the same, “Y/N, I saw you talking to Jaehyun.”
She raised her eyebrow and nodded her head, “Yes, I talk to him once in a while. Why does that bother you?”
“Jaehyun, be careful of him.”
Y/N let out a scoff and took a sip of her water, “Be careful? Shouldn’t I be careful of you?” 
“What do you mean?” 
“Jaehyun told me. He told me you punched him for talking to Rosé all because he wanted to do his project.” 
Jungkook raised his eyebrow and turned his whole body towards her. She looked up at him and felt like he was a tower next to her, “And you believe that?” 
“I have no reason not to. Jae would never lie to me.”
Jungkook leaned down until his nose touched hers, “There’s always more to the story. Don’t believe just one side.” 
She looked at his lip ring and then at his brown eyes, “Then tell the other side.” 
“Jungkook! Are you ready!?” 
They turned their heads to see Jimin looking at them with a raised eyebrow. Jungkook let out a small cough and gave her a look that Y/N couldn’t read, “You already passed judgment before knowing my side. Isn’t that wrong of you?” 
“It’s really hard not to when I know your character.” 
“Do you really know me?” 
Y/N’s face dropped and she looked away from his stare, “I know enough.” 
“Goodbye, Y/N.”
“Bye.” 
She felt him leave but she couldn’t rip her eyes off the white wall. She felt embarrassed to be called out like that. He was right but he makes it really hard to be nice. She glanced where he walked off towards her and saw his eyes were already on hers. She didn’t look away from his intense stare, instead, she encouraged it. 
It’s been a week since Jungkook talked to her and she was feeling uneasy. She hasn’t been talking to Jaehyun and her thoughts have been replaying. “Do you really know me?” He seemed hurt by her assumptions and she was surprised to see it. He was rude to a lot of people but here he was, hurt by her words. Who is she to hurt the rich and powerful Jungkook? It actually made her sick that she was called out for her actions. Ashamed...
Y/N shut off the stove and walked out in the front room of her parents' restaurant. She saw her mother reading a letter and she squinted her eyes, “Omma? What is that?” 
“It’s from the landlord...they want us to close the restaurant.” 
Y/N’s eyes widened and she shook her head, “What? We’ve been paying every month. How can-”
“Someone wants to buy the restaurant...Appa doesn’t have the money to outbid them.”
Y/N frowned and sat next to her mother, “We’ll figure this out. We always figure it out.” 
She heard the door open and she saw Jungkook standing there with his usual outfit. She glanced at her mother and kissed the side of her head. She stood up and went to greet him with a fake smile, “Welcome-”
“Y/N, I want to talk to you.” 
She glanced at her mother and then back at him, “Now is not the time...”
“It’s important.” 
“Jungkook-”
“Did you say Jungkook? As in Jeon Jungkook?”
Y/N turned around and nodded her head at her mother, “Yes, omma-”
“Why do you want this restaurant?”
Y/N's face broke and she turned her head slowly at him, “You're buying our restaurant?” 
Jungkook looked at Y/N and shook his head, “I-I had no idea it was yours.”
Y/N let out a forced laugh and shook her head, “You're so rich that you want to buy everything in Korea. Out of everything, you buy my home. Do you hate me so much? What have I done to you? Is this payback because I’m friendly with Jae?” 
“Y/N-”
“No...I don’t want to hear it from you. Actually, I don’t ever want to hear from you again. This whole time I felt ashamed for making judgments on you but they were all right. You are selfish, prideful, and just....I can’t even put into words how much I hate you right now. Get out.”
“Y/N, please listen-”
“Out. Now.” Jungkook nodded his head and took one final glance at Y/N before closing the door. She glared at the glass and shook her head, “Of course it was him...” 
She ran into her room and shut her door. Here she was feeling bad for Jungkook, what an idiot. She fell into her bed and turned on her phone to watch one of Kook’s videos, at least then she would be entertained and not sad. Anything to forget today. 
Jungkook slammed the door making Jin look up in worry, “Is everything okay?”
“My dad's buying Y/N restaurant…”
Yoongi raised his eyebrow and glanced at Jimin who shrugged his shoulders. He looked back at Jungkook with a confused look, “Why does it matter to you?”
“Because she hates me…I can’t have her hate me. Not her. Anyone but… her.”
Namjoon stood up and walked towards Jungkook. He placed his hand on his shoulder, “You need to be honest with her and with yourself.”
“Hyung, she hates me…it doesn’t matter how I feel.”
Hoseok stood up and gave him a soft smile, “Yes it does. You can still fix this.”
Jungkook looked at Hoseok and then back at Namjoon, “You’re right. I can fix this.” 
.*・。゚☆゚.*・。
“Y/N, I’m sorry for spreading these rumors.” 
Y/N looked at Taeyong who shrugged his shoulders. Y/N was in the library studying with Taeyong when Jessica came to her. Y/N was ready to fight back with whatever she had but it was the opposite, “Thank you?”
Jessica nodded her head and walked out leaving Y/N confused. She glanced down at the table and was confused. She looked at Taeyong with furrowed eyebrows, “Do you think she’s dying?” 
“Y/N, what?” 
“Well, why else would she apologize?” 
“Maybe she felt bad.”
Y/N let out a small chuckle and shook her head, “I don’t think so...It’s Jessica.” 
“That is true but maybe she saw her wrongs.” 
“Did you see Jungkook?”
“Of course I did...He looks so good at practice.” 
Y/N rolled her eyes and harshly closed her book, “He gets praised for being an asshole while I get my house stolen because of his selfish desires.” 
“Y/N, I’m sure everything has a reason.”
“Reason or not, he’s still an asshole. I have to go, your cousin wants me to go to a museum with her.” 
Taeyong raised his eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, “A museum? With Rosé?” 
“I was surprised too but she said she’ll pay for it and that caught my attention.” 
“What is she planning?” 
“I’ll go find out. I’ll text you later.” 
The museum had a special exhibit for the students. She had never been to this museum but since someone else was paying for it, it was time to get cultured. She saw Rosé looking at a piece of art and she awkwardly walked up to her. Rosé turned around and gave her a smile, “Y/N, you're early.” 
“I had to catch the bus, better early than late with city transportation.” 
Rosé let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “Well, let’s go look around.”
“Sure.” 
They entered the student pieces and Y/N tried her best to focus on the art. It was awkward with Rosé, there was something in the air and she couldn’t decipher what it was. It made her feel nervous and she hated feeling that. She landed on a picture, it was a silhouette of a woman reading in the sunlight with flowers all around. Even though you couldn’t see her face, you could see that she was relaxed and happy. She glanced down to see the name and her eyes widened a bit, In My Dreams by Jeon Jungkook. 
“He knows how to capture a moment doesn’t he...” 
She glanced at Rosé and then back at the picture, “You look relaxed.”
“That’s not me. Can you really not tell who that is?” 
Y/N looked at Rosé and shook her head, “It’s a silhouette. How am I supposed to know?” 
Rosé let out a laugh and shook her head, “It should be called mirror now that you're here.” 
Y/N looked at the picture and she tilted her head, “That can’t be me...Why is your boyfriend taking a picture of me? Is he a pervert?” 
Rosé sighed and glanced at the picture with a small smile, “He took this picture when we broke up...he was looking for his muse and there was you. Reading with the sunlight, it was perfect.” 
“Rosé, why am I here?” 
“Jae isn’t all good...”
Y/N scoffed and looked at Rosé with an annoyed look, “Did Jungkook put you up to this?” 
“No, I saw Jae talking to you and I was worried.” 
“Worried?” 
“Y/N, I cheated on Jungkook with Jae...he promised to love me and only me but Jae left me...”
Y/N frowned at this, “Does that mean Jungkook cheated on you?”
“In a way...there was always one person on his mind. It was never me, I should’ve known but I wanted to hope he could change for me.” 
“That’s horrible of him to do.” 
Rosé let out a laugh and nodded her head, “It is. You want to know who the person was?” 
“It could be Nora, I know she-”
“It was you.” 
Y/N stared at Rosé with a shocked face and then she started laughing, shaking her head, “Probably because he hates me.” 
“The opposite...your scholarship. It’s special you know and Taehyung’s family hands them out.” 
“Yes...why are you bringing this up?” 
“Jungkook read your essay for the scholarship and I think that’s when he fell in love with you.”
“Jungkook, can you read this half?”
Jungkook sighed and leaned back in his chair with an annoyed look. For five hours he’s been helping Taehyung go through these essays. Some were good and some were, and some were funny. He only agreed because he didn’t want to help his dad with paperwork for his work. 
“How much can I read?” 
Taehyung sighed and gave him one essay, “Fine, read this one and you can take a break.”
“Can I play on your computer?”
“I just got it-”
“I can always leave.”
“Fine. Don’t break it or I’ll get yelled at.” 
Jungkook smiled in triumph and took the paper out of his hand. He looked at the paper and saw the name L/N Y/N. Every essay was different, the person could write whatever they wanted. It could be a poem, a story, etc. It just had to showcase how the person’s brain worked. He didn’t think much because so far all the essays were around pages long about their lives and struggles. He wasn’t expecting a poem.
A galaxy with no stars, a map with no direction 
Just a traveler trying to find its safe haven 
“Seek and ye shall find” 
But they never say what will find you
I used to drift away 
Never wanted to stay 
The world was too big for me
But too small for my thoughts 
If I was quiet, I could disappear 
Vanishing from the pain 
Anything to get away 
I hate the lack of control 
But I’m the one to blame 
This nightmare has consumed me 
Everything seems so real 
Even that look in your eyes 
Another day with a new dream 
Steps to enlightenment brightens the way 
But the steps are steep 
Take them one at a time 
If fear paralyzes me then hope is gone  
And this nightmare wins 
There was something with the way the words flowed and it was like he could hear her voice. She was different from all the other essays and he understood how she felt in her poem. He kept rereading the poem and he smiled to himself, it would be dumb to let her go, “I found one.”
“Rosé...why-”
“Jungkook, he tries to be an ass to push people away because he’s scared to lose them. Jae knows this, he likes to toy with him because of it.”
Y/N glanced at the picture and frowned, “I thought they were friends.”
“They were...but Jae knew how to get what he wanted from Jungkook.” Rosé turned towards the picture and frowned, “I knew he was in love with you but I just craved for something...anything really. Jae promised me he would love me and I cheated on Jungkook. I broke him because he trusted me with his secrets and I broke it.”
“Jae...he knew that Jungkook was talking to me. That’s why he wanted to spend time with me, to hurt Jungkook.” 
“When I saw you guys talking in the library, I knew what he was doing and I didn’t want you to become another victim to his game.” 
Y/N looked down at her shoes with shame, “I thought I knew Jungkook and I already had a picture in my head...”
“You knew him through other people but you don’t know him truly. I don’t even know him truly.” 
“I still can’t forgive him for buying my home but I do need to say sorry...” 
Rosé smiled at this and nodded her head, “I can tell you that Jungkook had no say in buying your home. His father makes all the deals but knowing Jungkook he has a plan up his sleeve.” 
Y/N looked up at Rosé with a confused look, “What do you mean?”
“Nothing...we should grab lunch.” 
Y/N sat on Yeri’s bed staring at her Instagram with a blank expression, “Are you sure today is the announcement?” 
Yeri nodded her head and turned to her side to face Y/N, “That’s what his Instagram story said. Maybe you won.”
Y/N scoffed at and lay next to Yeri, “With the way my life is going, I just know I lost.” 
Yeri sighed and looked at her ceiling, “I want you to win because I miss your smile.”
“If I win, I will die from shock.”
“Please not on my sheets, I just washed them.”
Y/N let out a laugh and glanced at Kook’s profile, “how do you think Kook’s personality is?”
“I’m not sure, what about you.”
“I would like to think he’s caring and kind. I bet he’s full of surprises.” 
Just then their phones vibrated and glanced at each other. Yeri smirked at Y/N, “Are you ready to see who won?
“Yeah…whoever you are, I hate you.”
They clicked on the story bubble and Y/N sat straight up in her bed, “Oh my god.”
“Soooo…do you hate yourself?”
That night, Y/N and Yeri watched past videos of Kook. That whole night, Y/N felt her heartbeat and she noticed that Kook felt familiar but she didn’t know why. Maybe it was because she watched him for a while. That’s what she’s telling herself. 
Rosé dragged Y/N and Yeri to the soccer game. Y/N knew why Rosé brought her here and she didn’t know how she felt. She hadn’t seen Jungkook since he was at the restaurant and honestly, it felt like she was seeking out for him. Every time she went to the cafeteria she would hope to catch a glimpse of him but alas nothing. She didn’t know what she wanted to hear from him but she just wanted something from him. 
She watched Jungkook make a goal and she couldn’t stop the smile appearing on her face. Rosé glanced at her and smirked, “You're smiling.” 
“Our team is winning...who wouldn’t be smiling at that?” 
“You because you hate sports but here we are.” 
Y/N rolled her eyes and she turned back to be locked on Jungkook, “I have no idea what you're talking about.” 
Jungkook looked into the audience and his eyes landed on Y/N. They both stared at each other until his coach called him and the stare-down was broken. She couldn’t forgive Jungkook for buying her home but deep down, she just wanted him to talk to her. 
After the game, Rosé brought Y/N down to the field and everything felt slow motion. Jungkook walked up to her and Y/N waited for him by the gates. She smiled at him and looked down at her shoes, “Good job at winning.” 
“I felt a boost of confidence when I saw you. You hate sports so it's an honor that you came by.” 
Y/N rolled her eyes and looked up at him with softness, “I saw your picture...it was beautiful.” 
He stiffed and rubbed the back of his head, “You saw that? What do you think?” 
“I like the flowers. It’s peaceful. What does it mean? The title...” 
Jungkook grabbed Y/N’s hand as they stared at each other with softness, “In my dreams, you're there with me with flowers around us. That’s all I want...”
Y/N glanced down at his lips but then at his doe eyes, “I-I...Jungkook.”
“I know...I just needed you to hear it from me.”
She glanced down at his tattooed hand with a frown, “Jungkook, I’m sorry. I judge you wrongly.” 
“It’s okay at least you know me. That’s all I wanted before it was too late...maybe it is too late.” 
Y/N looked up and felt the warmth left her when he removed his hand, “I-”
“Jungkook, the coach wants us!”
Jungkook glanced and nodded his head at his teammate. He looked back at Y/N and gave her one final smile, “I’ll see you later.”
“Yea-Yeah, I’ll see you later.” 
Y/N watched him leave and she couldn’t remove her eyes off of his back. She felt sick to her stomach and all she wanted to do was cry on her pillow. Why is life so complicated?
.*・。゚☆゚.*・。
Today was the day that Y/N was going to play a game with Kook. She couldn’t believe that this was finally happening. For years she dreamed about this and it was finally happening. The couple of months have been the worst in her life but now she can forget it for an hour or two. She entered the room for Minecraft (something she thought was strange for him but she ignored it) that Kook sent her. 
She entered the room and she looked at the screen with confusion. She was surrounded by flowers and it looked like someone took out all the trees. It was just flowers until she saw a sign. She walked up to the sign and read it closely, “Y/N, I’m sorry for everything that I have put you through. Please come downstairs.” 
Her mouth dropped, “No fucking way.” She pushed her chair away and ran down the stairs as fast as she could. There was a knock at the door and she knew in hindsight this was pretty suspicious but she knew who it was. She opened the door and he stood there looking at her with his doe eyes, “Kook?”
Jungkook smiled and even with him being soaked from the rain couldn’t stop his smile, “Y/N.”
“What the fuck is going on?”
“I have so much to tell you.” 
“Sure, my parents are out right now. Come in.” 
They walked in and went to her room to have privacy. They sat on her bed (with Jungkook sitting on a towel) and she couldn’t look him in the eyes. He knew had to make the first move, “Your restaurant is homely.” 
“Thanks, we tried our best. It won’t be ours anymore.” 
“That's what I wanted to tell you.”
She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, “What?”
“I bought the restaurant...I’m your landowner and as your new landowner, I request no rent. Just live here and be happy.” 
She let out a laugh and shook her head, “What are you going on about?”
Jungkook turned towards her and grabbed her hands, “My father wanted to make this into a high-class restaurant. I told him he couldn’t do that, I saw potential in it, I told him. He said then it’s all mine or it’s going back to the previous landowner. I bought it because I knew this was your home and I wanted you to be happy.” 
“I-I have no words. You did this for me?”
“I would do anything for you.” 
“Did you tell Jessica to say sorry to me?”
Jungkook let out a laugh and nodded his head, “I did. It was pretty easy to convince her.” 
She smiled and rubbed his knuckles gently, “You picked me for the scholarship...”
“Rosé told you?” 
“She did...she also told me that...she told me that you're in love with me. Kook, I need to hear it from you.”
Jungkook leaned forward and placed his forehead on hers, “I-I’m in love with you...I was a selfish asshole in the beginning because I wanted to push you away. I realized that I couldn’t do that anymore to you nor myself. I love you, L/N Y/N. If you don’t feel the same, then say it.” 
She smiled and looked down. Silence encased around them and he couldn’t help but laugh. She looked back at his face and tilted her head. She gave him a quick kiss, “I feel the same...you were a selfish asshole. I’m glad we can agree on that.” 
He rolled his eyes and pushed some hair behind her ear, “Full of surprises.” 
“You did all this for me and never told me...”
“I was scared to tell you. You hated me, remember.” 
“For good reason.” 
He shook his head and chuckled, “Yes for good reason…can I have permission to kiss you?”
“Permission granted.”
He glanced down at her lips and she smiled at the softness in his eyes. She nodded her head and he leaned forward placing his lips on hers. The rain that was hitting her window became silent and the only thing that they felt was each other. His lips molded against hers with slowness making her head spin from the passion. It wasn’t until she felt his tongue against her lower lip, Oh, Jungkook. She parted her mouth and he made his way inside. He tasted like banana milk with a hint of chocolate, it was addictive. She knew she was in trouble. 
When they pulled apart, their foreheads touched as he pushed some hair away from her face. She placed her hands on top of his and frowned, “You’re hands...they're cold.” 
“I don’t feel cold when I’m with you.” 
She rolled her eyes and admired his face, “Should I warm you up?” 
His eyebrows raised and he was taken aback by her mischievous look, “Can you?”
“Is that a challenge, Mr. Jeon?” 
“Always is...especially with you.” 
She gently wiped water from his face, “Careful...you look like you're in love.” 
“Then I’ll get injured. It will be worth it.” 
He brought her into another passionate kiss but it was different from the first kiss. A soft moan slips from her throat and is swallowed by his lips. She clung to him, fingers curling at his gray jacket as he sucked on her tongue. She let out a small whimper when he gently bit her lip. When they parted, she couldn’t look away from him. Jungkook brought up his thumb running against her spit-soaked lower lip, he was captivated by the hazed-out love-drunk look on her face.  
“Do you want to continue?” 
“I would be stupid to say no...and stupid is not what I am.” 
He let out a laugh and pushed up her shirt. She quickly raised her arms and he tossed the black shirt over her head. She let out a small laugh at his eagerness but it was quickly wiped away when she saw the lust in his eyes. She was grateful that she didn’t wear a bra at home. He palmed against her breasts and squeezed them gently before his mouth replaced it. Softly moaning his name as her hands were brushing through his hair. 
His tongue flicked against her sensitive nub making her buck against him. He smirked at the effect he had on her. He gently pushed her on the bed and her head was against her pillows, looking at him with patience. She looked beautiful. Her hair sprawled out with all her little moles begging him to continue. Her stretch marks were his map that he couldn’t help but follow with his fingertips. She was a masterpiece that even he couldn’t afford on a good day. 
“What?” 
He rubbed her stomach gently and shook his head, “Nothing.” 
He gently removed her sweats and was met with a thin fabric. He stared at it for a second before tossing it with her shirt. Y/N felt his hands brushing over her ankles, her knees, and then her thighs while feeling his tongue sliding against her skin. She felt him kiss the inside of her thighs and she looked away with shyness washing over her face. She let out an unsteady breath when she felt his hot breath between her legs. 
“Jung-Jungkook.” She gasped out loud and her head whipped back to look at him. He placed his hands on her hips. 
He looked up and saw her flushed face and he smirked but then realization hit him. Was she inexperienced with this? He was going to show her that all the other guys she was with before were missing out on the greatest masterpiece. 
“Relax, I got you.” 
“Oh fuck...” She was squirming underneath him, the overwhelming sensation was taking over her. “Jung-Jungkook...please.” She wasn’t sure what she was pleading for but everything was overwhelming in a good way. 
Suddenly he added a finger and Y/N melted against him. Her fingers were gripping on the sheets and his hair, “I..I...Oh.” She breathed before he added another finger and the sensation of his tongue swirling around her clit was making her go crazy. 
Everything hit her. She was breathing loudly and he watched her face scrunched up. Jungkook slowly moved himself on top of her with a proud smirk. He saw the dazed state she was in and kissed her neck. Tasting the saltness while she was breathing loudly. 
“Are you okay?” 
She glanced at him and brought him into a kiss. He let out a groan when he felt her sucking at the tip of his tongue. She pushed him away and bit her lip, “I need you.”
“Need me for what?” 
She rolled her eyes and unzipped his jacket, tossing it at her pile of clothes. She glanced at his tattoos and gently traced them with her fingertips. She knew many hated his tattoos but she saw it as her map. A map that was filled with adventure and color within her black-and-white life. It was the most beautiful art piece she had ever seen. She was going to keep it from the public the best she could. 
“I need you inside of me.” 
“Can’t argue with that.” 
Jungkook took off his jeans as she leaned towards her nightstand taking out a condom. When he was done, he leaned back on top of her, kissing her slowly while she brushed her hands over his biceps. He slid his hand down the valley of her breast and then cupped her between her legs, making her buck against him, “You ready?” 
“Mmmm....”
He turned them around and she was on top, placing her hands on his chest to push herself up. Her eyes widened at the change but it quickly washed away, “Perfect.” 
“Oh..shit.” He groaned at the feeling and leaned forward nipping at her neck while helping her set a pace. She arched her back, moving up and down. His hands slid towards her ass, grabbing onto the cheeks, pushing himself deeper. 
Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore because of the eagerness he had with her. He suddenly grabbed her and slammed himself deeper inside of her. She moaned out his name and held onto him as he quickened his pace. Her nails digging into his tattooed arm. 
“Y-Y/N...shit.” 
Jungkook felt her clenching around him and he couldn’t hold back anymore. Groaning as he came and fell on top of her, both of them breathing loudly. She looked up at him and saw hair sticking to his forehead and she smiled. She pushed the hair and gently traced his face, “I-I love you.”
“I love you more...so much more.” 
.*・。゚☆゚.*・。
“Hey guys, it’s Kook. I’m going to take a small vacation since it’s the holidays but enjoy my top moments of 2023. I’ll see you next year! Happy New Year and drop a like if you laugh.” 
Y/N smiled at her phone and she sat on the couch, “Babe, do you want chicken?” 
“That sounds good.” 
Jungkook came into his living room and tilted his head, “What are you watching?” 
She let out a small laugh and looked up at him with a mischievous look, “My favorite Youtuber...” 
“Well, I hope he knows that I’m your favorite everything.”  
“I guess...” 
It’s been three months since their relationship. Her parents were shocked that she was dating him but after she explained everything to them, they saw him in a different light. Everyone at school was surprised to see Jungkook with someone like Y/N but no one questioned him (except Jessica). 
Rosé and Jaehyun became the new couple of the campus. Rosé didn’t have a choice to be with Jaehyun after the news got out that she cheated on Jungkook. She didn’t want her image to be ruined, so she settled with him. Jaehyun on the other hand was upset that Y/N was with Jungkook. He even tried to fight Jungkook but lost that fight. Jaehyun didn’t love Rosé the way he loved Y/N but Jungkook isn’t going anywhere. 
Taeyong and Yeri hated Jungkook at first but they started to like him slowly. Y/N wanted to tell them what Jungkook had done for her but he wanted to earn their likeness now. Jungkook even helped Taeyong with Seulgi while he helped Yeri with her classes. It was a sweet scene to see. 
Jungkook’s parents were indifferent to her. She was expecting that considering she was normal. Jungkook tried his best to get his parents to like her but she stopped him. It wasn’t worth it. If he loved her that’s what matters. 
Y/N glanced at Jungkook and raised her eyebrow, “What?”
“I can’t admire you?” 
“No...gamer boy. You can’t.”
He leaned forward placing a kiss on her lips, “I’ll always admire you...my favorite masterpiece.” 
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