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pantoneyoongi · 2 years

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10 || fairytale with you

series ; in love with love (with you) description ; you’re a romantic. jungkook? jungkook is not.

chapter 10 ; fairytale with you (final) prev || author masterlist

word count ; 3.4k

tags ; had to make mr joonie show up at least once, jungkook is a jealous character and all i can think abt is the perilla leaf conversation, that clip had me in tears he is so ENDEARING, anyway thank u all for reading!! i hope this last one lived up to expectation, fluff, pls go to main masterlist for more / general tags

taglist ; @ahundredtimesover @nadzzzblog @apollukee @codeinebelle @yoongimentita7 @libra04

the day the gala rolls around, you’re excited beyond compare. you get ready at jungkook’s place, making full use of his bathroom while jungkook tries his best not to slouch on the stool at his kitchen counter. jisoo will absolutely nag him to oblivion and beyond if he shows up with creases in his suit before the lot of you can get pictures together.

you wish jisoo were here when you work on your hair, but jisoo is at taehyung’s place with jimin, making sure the boys don’t arrive late. jungkook’s been tasked with the same job jisoo has - except he’s making sure that you don’t show up late. but also, he’s the one with the car as it is, so he’s the one driving the pair of you up to seokjin’s fancy banquet hall of choice for this year’s gala.

with a breath, you take a look at yourself in the mirror. hair done, makeup on, a part of you feels a little pride. you don’t dress up often but when you do, you make sure to do it well.

you step into your dress, sliding the zipper up. you do a small spin in front of the mirror, satisfied, before emerging from the bathroom at last, jungkook glancing up at the sound of the door opening.

you smile at him. he stops breathing for a minute.

for once, jungkook just can’t tease you, he can’t lie and say something stupid, not when you look like that, not when the necklace he bought you sits pretty at your collarbone. you’re breathtaking and jaw dropping and you look like everything he’s ever wanted. he physically has to remind himself to make use of his lungs again, inhaling a shaky breath, grinning lopsidedly as he rises to his feet.

your smile grows more and more hesitant the longer he stares at you wordlessly, and he steps towards you. “you look beautiful,” he reassures, voice so soft your heart skips a beat and a blush scatters across your cheeks.

“thank you,” you mumble in return. “you don’t look too bad yourself, jeon.”

he grins that ever-familiar grin, bunny teeth poking out, eyes crinkled in the corners so endearingly. you have to bite down to stop from smiling too big back, and he offers out an arm for you. “let’s go, princess,” he beams. “can’t be late or i’ll miss the pigs in a blanket.”

the venue, as expected, is gorgeous. a valet driver takes jungkook’s car, and you enter with your arm looped with jungkook’s. your eyes shine as you take everything in. “wow,” you whisper, and jungkook ducks his head to hide his smile. every year, the kims hold something terribly extravagant. every year, you act like it’s the first time you’ve ever been a part of it.

“y/n!” jisoo is bounding over in heels (jisoo has years of experience wearing heels is all you can say about that), taehyung and jimin following after her. jisoo sweeps you away from jungkook, your arm slipping out from the crook of his elbow as she tugs you into a hug. the boys exchange hugs too, jungkook falling back to push his hands into his pockets, eyes scanning the room in search for the rest of your friends, hoping it’ll keep him from staring at you.

hoseok finds him first. there’s a whoosh of breath that gets knocked out of him when hobi plants his hands firmly on jungkook’s shoulders, practically slamming into him from his excitement. “jaaaykay!” he cheers, adjusting so his arm is now thrown over his shoulders. “look at you, mr. spiffy.”

jungkook tries to stop his grin and fails. “hello to you too.”

“where’s yoongi?” taehyung asks. “doesn’t he have a new girlfriend for us to meet?”

“he’s hiding,” hoseok shrugs, hands sliding into his pockets. “he hates these things as it is, and i’m fairly certain he’s going to use her as an excuse to leave early.”

“not before the countdown, though, right?” your eyes shine up at your brother, as if he’d be able to convince his best friend otherwise. hoseok chuckles.

“you know him, y/n,” he tries to ruffle your hair but you swipe at him, giving him a quick don’t you dare mess up my hours of work glare. he grins. “he really just might go home and take a nap.”

“grandpa,” taehyung mutters.

jungkook tries to ignore the feelings that bubble up when he hears you say yoongi’s name. but his eyes still fall to you, lips twisting when he sees you searching the room, no doubt looking for the very man you’ve unabashedly had a crush on since before jungkook was even so much as in the picture.

there’s a pinch in his chest that immediately transitions into vague offense when taehyung wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you away. “come help me eat as many of those cheese plate thingies as i can before seokjin yells at me,” he grins, and you laugh, patting him on the chest.

“aren’t you lactose intolerant?”

taehyung shrugs, “i’m starting the night off strong.” his fingers tap a playful pattern against your side, an action he knows won’t by any means go unnoticed by jungkook. but just to be sure, he glances over your head to grin at jungkook, eyebrows wiggling just to spite him further.

jungkook’s tempted to mouth ‘fuck you’ back at him, but that’d be giving taehyung too much power. instead he watches as taehyung guides you away, lips pursed and feeling the emptiness by his side where you were not even minutes ago.

he pushes his tongue against his cheek. for someone who is supposedly actively rooting for you and jungkook, taehyung does an incredibly good job stealing you away from him.

“you could just go with them,” jimin sing-songs under his breath.

“shut up,” jungkook hums back with closed teeth, eyes on hoseok who is chatting not too far away with jisoo.

jimin snorts. “oh please. hoseok’s known about your crush since - jungkook what are you - jungkook wait - i’m shutting up, i’m shutting up-!”

you spot yoongi while taehyung is mid-way through an entire tray of bruschetta. you should be more concerned about taehyung’s more-than-likely chance of getting tomatoes all over himself, but you figure taehyung prefers to be on jisoo’s good side, and won’t eat too messy before jisoo can get at least one decent picture in.

as usual, yoongi’s tucked so far into the corner of the room that he may as well have chameleon-ed himself into the wall. his new girlfriend tugs his arm, encouraging him further into the room, and you watch as his expression turns helpless, letting her pull him along.

you can’t help but smile. you are a sucker for romance after all, and what’s sweeter than stoic, quiet yoongi, softening with fondness whenever his girlfriend so much as looks at him?

“they look quite happy,” taehyung remarks. he’s traded his bread for champagne, the glass resting elegantly between his fingers.

you hum your agreement. “it’s cute.”

“what, no more big fat crush on your best friend’s bro- wait,” he squints. “brother’s best friend,” he corrects.

you laugh. “i think i’ll always have a little bit of a crush on min yoongi,” you grin up at him. “he’s a good fallback.”

“ouch,” taehyung snags another hor d'oeuvre off a passing waiter’s tray. “i don’t think yoongi’s used to being a backup plan. that’s normally seokjin’s job.”

you give him a light shove, rolling your eyes. “where is the golden heir, anyway?”

“at your service, milady,” seokjin materializes behind you, but it’s not seokjin who earns the gasp and happy laugh you let out, eyes lighting up. you throw your arms around namjoon, who you only ever see once every year at best, ever since he moved out of the country to help learn to manage the business internationally. he wasn’t able to make it to the gala last year, so it’s been over two years since you’ve seen him in person.

seokjin holds his hands out in disbelief. “i’m the better looking cousin and he gets the grand reception?”

you tighten your grip on namjoon and peer over his shoulder. “hobi was wrong about which handsome and rich cousin i’d go for.”

seokjin’s jaw drops in scandal, hand held to his chest. before he can run his mouth, namjoon pulls away, dimples on display as he smiles at you. “long time no see, miss jung.”

“mr. kim,” you curtsey for him, his smile broadening at your antics. you straighten up, one hand reaching up to adjust his suit, despite it already being impeccable. “you should call more often, joonie.”

his eyes soften, and he gives you a side-hug, arm wrapping around you for a brief moment. “you know i always try.”

“this is very touching and all,” seokjin interrupts. “but where is my hug?”

from across the room, jungkook watches you smile pretty at seokjin before pressing yourself close to namjoon again. seokjin’s offense is so loud jungkook is fairly certain he can hear it from here - maybe if he was paying attention to anything other than you and the way you lean your head against namjoon’s chest just to garner an even more raucous response from seokjin.

“is that namjoon?” jisoo stands at jungkook’s side, watching the same scene but her focus entirely different. “seokjin is so dramatic, why didn’t he tell us namjoon was coming?”

before jungkook even knows what’s happening, jisoo is yanking him by the elbow, marching over to the group. somewhere along the way, hoseok, jimin, yoongi, and yoongi’s girlfriend join the mix, till the entire group has come together, hugs and greetings exchanged.

or, in the case of seokjin, a couple of light smacks from jisoo, who, despite being three years his younger, is scolding him like she’s thirty years his elder.

“it was supposed to be a surprise,” seokjin whines, rubbing his stinging chest. “surprise!!” he waves his arms emphatically. “woo!!”

namjoon snorts and jisoo spins to face him, fingers pinching his ear to drag him down to her height. “and you,” she says it like a threat. “when did you arrive, exactly? and when are you leaving?”

namjoon winces. only jisoo could make overly professional and put-together kim namjoon feel like he’s twelve again. “i arrived two days ago,” namjoon is still bent over awkwardly from jisoo’s hold on him. “i’ll be here for two weeks, and i made space in my calendar to hang out.”

jisoo hums, eyes narrowed at him. he blinks back at her. she lets out a pensive noise before letting him go. you giggle at his quiet, relieved sigh.

“poor joonie,” you latch yourself to him, arm looping around his. “just arrived and already strung through the wringer.”

jungkook is starting to think he needs to disappear out of state or country if it’ll get you to treat him the way you treat your long-distance friends. maybe absence does make the heart grow fonder.

he can’t finish developing his half-assed plan while watching you bat your eyes at namjoon because jisoo is coordinating you all into two rows, seokjin waving over a photographer to take your annual gala picture. it’s not until the camera’s light flashes that jungkook realizes he’s not even looking at the lens, eyes trained only on you, and that brilliant, heartwarming grin you only get when surrounded by the people you love most.

at least he’s smiling for the picture.

the group disperses after, taehyung and jimin going to tag-team against yoongi, pestering him about his girlfriend while hoseok proves to be the most useless best friend ever. jungkook means to go after you but in the chaos of everyone going every which way, he loses you to namjoon, your eyes so clearly captivated by namjoon’s overseas stories.

jungkook sighs. he doesn’t have the heart to interrupt you and namjoon. it’s been two years, and namjoon messages a lot less frequently than taehyung and jimin do.

with his hands in his pockets, jungkook heads in a separate direction, in search of food. he finds himself standing near the bar, idly swishing a glass of water - he drove, so even if he wants to down a probably illegal amount of alcohol, he can’t.

he spends about five minutes torturing himself watching you glide around the room with namjoon before he finally decides to tear his eyes away. he wants to crawl into a hole. this is absurd. just because he’s realized you kick his heart into overdrive doesn’t mean he suddenly doesn’t know how to be away from you.

he purses his lips. an unsuspecting waiter passes by, and jungkook’s eyes follow the tray he’s holding. pigs in a blanket. god bless kim seokjin’s caterer - the fancy version always hits different.

jungkook’s been holding the waiter in place for god knows how long, shoveling down pigs in a blanket like it’s his life mission. he ignores the slightly judgy look the waiter gives him, stuffing his mouth contently. they’re hot dogs wrapped in dough covered in butter. what’s not to like? he comes to the gala every year for the food anyway.

he doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there, putting altogether too much focus into those mini hotdogs. it’s not until namjoon steps in front of him that jungkook pauses.

“eating your feelings away?”

namjoon’s sympathetic but amused smile has jungkook freezing in place. he blinks several times, eyes shifting to the left of namjoon, then to the right, like you’re suddenly going to materialize in front of him if he blinks hard enough. except, you’re nowhere to be found, most certainly not hanging off namjoon’s arm like he thought you’d be all night.

“just eating,” jungkook finally responds, through a mouthful of food. when namjoon stares at him, one eyebrow slightly lifted, jungkook swallows. “just eating,” he mutters again, this time mouth clear of food. namjoon has a way of looking at people and reminding them to behave like an adult when namjoon considers it necessary. a fancy kim new years gala is probably deemed necessary.

namjoon chuckles, stealing one for himself. “how come i’ve been away for two years and you still haven’t made a move?”

“because he’s still in the denial stage,” jisoo sidles up to the two of them, arm hooking around namjoon’s. jungkook sort of feels like his parents are scolding him.

“i don’t - that’s not -”

“i actually heard from a little birdie that he’s moved past that stage,” seokjin pops his head in, beaming. “good on you, kookie.”

jungkook sputters. taehyung and jimin are such gossips. it’s been less than a week since he showed up in their apartment whining about wanting to see you. when did they even have time to tell on him to seokjin?

“has he?” jisoo looks incredibly interested in this new information. “does that mean you’re gonna kiss her tonight?”

jungkook chokes. namjoon slides him a glass of water. jungkook briefly considers if it would be better to just keep coughing.

“what?” he finally manages, barely catching himself from stuttering. his eyes dart nervously around until he spots you all the way on the other side of the room, competing with taehyung for the max number of cocktail shrimps you can shovel down in a minute. jimin looks exasperated but judging from the way he’s holding his phone, he’s the one who set the timer.

“kook,” jisoo sounds like she’s about to state something obvious. “don’t you know you’re supposed to kiss the girl at midnight on new years?”

he clears his throat, tipping back the remainder of his glass. the tips of his ears feel much hotter than they should be. “it’s not - i mean,” he falters, flustered. “she’s still getting over yoongi.”

“she was never into yoongi,” jisoo chides gently. “and you knew it. you always knew it. she just liked the romance of it all, the fantasy. it was perfect, i’ll admit, too - but perfect isn’t fun, jungkook. perfect isn’t love. you know that too.”

jungkook can’t take his eyes off you now that he’s found you again. you don’t normally entertain taehyung’s antics like this but you also have an affinity for cocktail shrimps, and taehyung’s always been particularly good at convincing people to join him.

your eyes meet from across the room, and he swears your eyes are sparkling when you catch sight of him looking back at you. your whole expression shifts, from happy to glowing, smile turning into a wide grin before you get distracted by jimin and taehyung again.

“she likes you,” seokjin chimes in, tone gentle and sincere for once. “if that’s what you needed to hear.”

jungkook glances at the clock. there’s five minutes left to midnight. the crowd is slowly starting to gather, and namjoon tilts his head, like it’s a challenge.

jungkook accepts.

he finds you just a little off to the side, but still close to the center. just far enough away from all the attention - but close enough to feel the magic. taehyung and jimin have disappeared, leaving you alone in the crowd of people who are counting down the minutes to midnight, and he catches you by the elbow, startling you.

when you realize it’s him, he watches the way your eyes crinkle into happy crescents. he can’t help but smile back, even if his heart is pounding right out of his chest, so hard that he’s convinced you’ll see it before he even has a chance to pour it out to you.

“hey,” he murmurs, pulling you a little closer to him. you look surprised but you don’t push him away. “i have something to tell you.”

“right now?” jungkook’s got three minutes on the clock.

“right now,” he confirms, tugging you by the waist so you stand right in front of him. he’s mesmerized by you, your midnight gown that shimmers ever so slightly in the light, like a night sky full of stars. “y/n,” he breathes, and you realize suddenly that he’s standing so close you can feel his breath ghost across your lips. your hands have somehow fallen naturally to rest against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit. his tie is a deep blue. he matches you.

“i think your rom-coms are absurd,” he starts, and you furrow your brows. he huffs a soft laugh. “i think your dramas are fucking ridiculous. i think you spend too much time daydreaming about some perfect romance with candlelit dinners and dancing in a - in this ball, like you want to be a princess with a prince charming. but,” he comes in impossibly closer. “fuck, y/n, if you want a candlelit dinner, i’ll figure out how to cook every recipe you like. i’ll spin you around this room however many times you want. i’ll figure out what prince charming is supposed to look like. and i can’t promise perfect, but,” he sighs, forehead leaning to rest against yours. “but i’d really like to try.” he sounds almost like he’s out of breath, voice a low whisper. “i hear kissing the girl at midnight is a good place to start.”

your lips part in surprise, and he looks back at you hopefully. he looks a little scared, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly, like he’s nervous. you fumble, dumbfounded. “jungkook…”

“you got one minute left, princess,” he quirks his lips upwards. “care to make a fairytale with me?”

the crowd is shuffling around you. there’s excitement building in the air, as the clock ticks down the seconds to midnight. but you can’t hear any of it. everything sounds muffled. there’s only jungkook standing before you, holding you like you’re precious, asking you with his eyes to answer him. faintly, you realize they’re counting the seconds now.

ten, nine, eight…

“fuck it, we can make whatever kinda movie you want,” you blurt, and he laughs loudly, hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “action movie, comedy, whatever you want. i don’t care. anything’s a fairytale with you.”

three, two, one.

he kisses you like every movie you’ve ever watched. every drama, every show, every fairytale you’ve ever read. there are fireworks exploding outside but you feel them in your chest, firing off sparks as jungkook presses as close as he can to you, slotting his lips firmly but gently against yours, sighing happily into the kiss.

it’s better than any ending you could’ve ever imagined.

fin.

#jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook x y/n #jungkook #fluff #series: ilwl #thank u all so much for reading ❤️❤️

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foxymoxynoona · 2 years

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To Kill A King (CH. One)

Banner and linebreaks by the talented @awrkives

Summary: What's more charming than Prince Seokjin? Nothing, obviously. Except maybe the rotating palace guests who each smile and bow and charm in an attempt to hide their true motives. Fortunately Seokjin has a close circle of friends (well, servants) who watch his back and endure his humor and help him navigate the tumultuous seas of heartbreak, love, and an arranged marriage, not necessarily in that order. If only they had helped him keep a closer eye on his bride-to-be's handmaiden, who arrives with her own agenda... or maybe it would have been better if he had noticed her less? One thing is certain as this royal drama of the heart plays out: there are many people competing to kill a king.

Main Pairing: Prince Seokjin x Female OC Characters: Bodyguard JK, Valet Jimin, Stablehand Taehyung, Cook Yoongi, Tutor Hoseok, Princess OC, Maid OC, ?? Namjoon. Other pairings but I'm not giving away who yet 😉

Genre: Historical Fantasy World, political conspiracy, romance

Rating: 18+

Content Warnings & story tags: includes explicit sex (mxf, fxf), possibly graphic violence/injury later, love and sex triangles or uh quadrangles?, sort of e 2 l, sort of bodyguard trope, sort of arranged marriage, a lot of plotting murder (it's literally in the title), maybe character death, grief, pining, angst, love, oral (f receiving), I don't know everything yet as the story is long and still being written,

Ch. 1 Wordcount: 11k

Seokjin met his own gaze in the mirror, holding out his arms as his footman Jimin slid his silk coat up one arm and then the other.

“Your arm span is too wide, hyung,” Jimin snickered, ducking under and coming around in front of him, effectively blocking his critical stare down. Jin looked down at him, smirking. Jimin shook his head, “It doesn’t reach your eyes, you don’t have to pretend right now, you know. No one can see you yet.”

“You can’t see me?”

“I can see you,” Jungkook called helpfully from where he sprawled in Jin’s desk chair, tossing and catching a heavy glass paperweight with a whip of his arm.

“Don’t break that,” Jin immediately scolded, turning to wag his finger. “It’s a priceless family heirloom!”

“Stay still,” Jimin grumbled, ducking under again so he could do up the buttons.

Jungkook leveled a look at him and argued, “Priceless! It’s from that glass-blowing shop--”

“Worth more than your salary! The glass has the spirit of my ancestors fused inside!”

“I’m well-paid,” Jungkook said and tossed the paperweight onto the desk. It landed heavily but sounded like it did more damage to the fine mahogany than to the glass.

“Turn,” Jimin ordered, nudging Seokjin back around to face the mirror. “Ah… I should have starched the ruffles more--”

“I thought they’re supposed to be floppy.”

“We don’t want the future queen to think you’re floppy ,” Jimin scoffed. “No, no, it’s all wrong, let’s take it off and put the other one on.”

“But isn’t that one cream? Jimin, you know what cream does to my complexion…” Seokjin teased. Jimin did not look amused.

“You look perfectly fine in cream.”

“Perfectly fine! I don’t need to be fine , I need to be perfectly perfect!” Jin corrected. But he did strip the jacket off and untied the white shirt, tossing it onto a chair after he’d tugged it over his head. His hair was slow to settle after the disturbance, and he surveyed the soft style in the mirror. With his broad shoulders and trim waist disappearing into the silk black pants, he thought he looked pretty damn good.

Jimin, meanwhile, was monologuing, “Of course you need to look perfect. You will, hyung. She’ll be dazzled --more dazzled than if you emptied the treasury onto the floor right in front of her.”

“I hope we have more in the treasury than can be dumped onto the floor like that,” Seokjin laughed. Still, he appreciated the support. It kept him docile as the new shirt was put on; the ruffles stood up nice and stiff , as required by Jimin. The blue silk of the jacket still contrasted nicely with the cream, which picked up more of the gold threads shot through the silk. Jimin buttoned his cuffs and he untwisted the lace spilling from them as Jimin grabbed a brush.

“Keep it light,” Seokjin told him, flopping down into the chair so Jimin could reach better. He pulled his own shoes on in the meantime, then tugged at the lace cuffs again.

“Don’t futz with that,” Jimin scolded. “Hobi will get after you.”

“I only futz when I’m nervous and why would I be nervous? I’m only meeting the woman who is to be my wife in six months. Perfectly ordinary day. Not a thing bothering me.”

Jimin grabbed his arm and frowned, “Maybe we should change to a shirt without frills--”

“Don’t take my frills,” Jin quickly begged. “I need this.”

Jimin rolled his eyes but pulled his hand away and asked, “Jewelry?”

“Wear the long earring,” Jungkook suggested. “It looks good.”

“He’ll fiddle with it.”

“I will not!”

“It will distract her from his ears going red,” Jungkook continued.

“What is he saying? Don’t say that! Why are you saying things at all, you’re a body guard, you’re supposed to just guard my body and not say anything like that around my future wife!”

Jungkook had moved to the window and glanced out it, arms crossed as he sighed, “You’re boring to guard, no one ever tries to hurt you.”

“Jungkook,” Jimin frowned.

“Yah! I’m sorry you’re bored with your cushy job guarding the handsomest prince in the realm but--”

“Maybe today will be exciting. All these new people…” He drew closer and reached out to flick Seokjin’s earring once it was threaded through. The long gold and diamond chain swung as Jin batted him away.

“Ok, stand and let’s see you,” Jimin said, pushing Jungkook out of the way. Despite being taller and bulkier, the younger man let himself be moved so that Seokjin could stand. Both of them faded into the background as he stood before the mirror.

“Make up?” Jimin asked, knowing the answer. It was the style, certainly, but Seokjin had already decided to forego it for today. All of it. He wanted to meet his bride as himself. He wanted her to see from the start that while he was part of this whole thing, he would never be anything but honest and forthright and kind to her. He couldn’t be sure what she had heard about himself or his father, since she came from a principality across the wide Mebbe River, or what things might have been distorted about what sort of husband his father had been. He had been a good one, whatever other criticisms some might have about King Dong-gun. There certainly had been none of the late Queen So-yeon. She had been kind-hearted, outspoken, a bleeding heart, and very, very beautiful. The people had loved her. King Dong-gun had loved her. But no one had loved her as much as Seokjin had.

Damn, he really wished his mother was here for this today. On the day he was meeting his future wife, the woman he would spend his whole life with, who would someday be queen of the people his mother had dedicated her entire life to, short as it wound up being.

“Make up,” Seokjin said, a little subdued as he sat back in the chair.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, it’s the style,” he insisted. “I’m meeting my wife today. I need to look my best.”

“What about–”

“Enough.”

The word silenced Jimin and Jungkook both. Seokjin didn’t look at them. They couldn’t understand, even if they were friendly. Their life had limitations but nothing compared to his. After a time working for him, they would leave him and go on their way and meet their own wives and fall in love and live freely. The only people who would ever understand him were his father, uninterested in any sort of close, emotional conversation, and his wife.

He needed this to go well.

“You’re doing that blinking thing,” Jungkook whispered as he slid past Seokjin to take his position flanking him a meter on the left.

Seokjin knew what he meant. He tried to concentrate and not do “that blinking thing” because his father loathed that about him. He’d been in constant trouble about it and once his mother wasn’t there to intervene, the punishments became so constant that he had developed a brief nervous stutter to go along with it and picked his lips bloody. The stutter was now banished, thanks to years with the father-son deportment and etiquette tutors who had “finally been able to shape him into something with a dash of grace,” as his father said. His lips were soft and smooth and perfectly pouted.

But the blinking thing returned when he was tired or nervous or over-worked. Like now, when he was all three things. Why wouldn’t he be all three things? There had been much to do to prepare for the arrival of the Prince and Princess of Marvono and their allegedly beautiful daughter. His bride. Well, fiance. Bride to be.

He was going to mess this up.

As if reading his mind, Hoseok bowed and drew close to fix his collar and encouraged quietly, “You look handsome and you’ll do great.”

“Of course I look handsome,” Seokjin quipped, but his heart wasn’t in it.

“You’ll have her dazzled from the first look. Just be your charming self like we practiced.”

“If I had to practice, it’s not really myself.”

A flicker of a stern look crossed Hoseok’s face before he smiled again brightly, then scurried away as King Dong-gun sauntered up the stairs.

“Father,” Seokjin greeted, bowing.

Dong-gun grinned and patted him on the shoulder, “Are you shitting yourself?”

“Hoseok told me it’s bad form.”

Dong-gun laughed, “Yes. Don’t do that. The women don’t like it. Now that you finally have one, you’ll understand.” Yes. Yes, because Seokjin couldn’t have guessed that regardless of whether or not he’d been with a woman before (he had.)

His father had cut it close, but then, a king waited on no one, everyone waited on a king. The trumpets from the courtyard gates echoed through the city over unfamiliar drums that had been going on for some time, the arrival announcement that the Marvono royal party brought with them lauding their presence from the moment they entered the furthest city gate. Seokjin felt the drums and trumpets like they were perched on his shoulder shouting into his ear, louder and louder. His hands shook so he tucked them into his pockets, but the pockets were a little high and he could see on Jimin’s face at the side of the dais that it looked awkward, so he put them behind him instead, the same way Jungkook was standing, because it looked powerful and strong. His shoulders were even broader than Jungkook’s. But women always loved Jungkook, what if his betrothed fell in love with his bodyguard? That sounded like something straight out of a Kalamouche novel…

“The Prince and Princess of Marvono have arrived,” a herald announced at the furthest doors of the palace. “They are dismounting now.”

“Shall we go to the courtyard to meet them there?” Seokjin asked his father. Often they met guests there so they could walk in together.

His father curled his lip and corrected, “No. This is a Prince who owes fealty to us and the daughter he brings to marry my son. They will come to us.”

That was exactly the reason Seokjin thought maybe they ought to fetch them. He wasn’t sure suddenly what the best first impression was to make. This was more formal, to be sure, but did he want that layer of formality with the woman who would be his wife? His father spoke like it was only on offer but actually the betrothal had been brokered years ago and was a done deal. They could back out now but it would be… bad. It would be a bad look for the royal family to cast aside a woman after they’d made her wait so long for marriage –Seokjin was nearing thirty now and the woman was only a few years younger, late for a Prince’s daughter to be wed. And to be cast aside, if she decided she didn’t like him after all… well, it would devastate his ego. Yes, there were many other options, but he’d already had one betrothal fail and to have it happen again from within Yeonhabi… probably his ego would never recover, no matter how many local women swooned and smiled when he walked by. Which they did, to be clear. He was a catch!

He better understood now why his father had not been in a rush to get here. The drums had marked their slow passage through the entire capitol city to the palace on the summit, but they didn’t seem to be in any hurry from the courtyard either. Maybe they were waiting to be greeted there?

But before he could suggest it to his father a second time, the herald strode to the center of the floor and the massive doors opened at the far length of the hall and the light washed out the people marching in so that Seokjin couldn’t see anything, could only hear the click of heels and the rustle of skirts and tinkle of metal as the herald announce,

“Prince Hamisi and Princess Simisola of Marvono and their daughter, the Princess Nasimiyu.”

Seokjin watched the entourage as it approached. They were beautifully dressed, obviously here to show up and show out –clothing in the popular fashions but in bright gem tone colors that looked absolutely royal in the throne hall. He felt pale and flat in comparison, but even that didn’t prepare him for Nasimiyu, walking in between her parents as an equal.

“Her hair is big,” his father mused in a quiet voice that Seokjin hoped was quiet enough not to echo around the hall. It was true, one of several amazing qualities immediately observable.

Seokjin tried to neither stare nor blink and failed at both as he admitted, “She’s beautiful.” He’d seen a drawing of her once but had no way of knowing how accurate it was. The nation of Yeonhabi was vast and Marvono was far to the north and his father had never allowed him to leave Priva anyway. He wasn’t even supposed to leave the city, much less the kingdom.

Nasimiyu was tall, her arms and legs long and willowy but not clumsy when she bowed, not curtsied. It made her look strong. Her movements were precise, graceful, and confident. Her right hand tinkled with the sounds of her gold bracelets when she ushered her skirt to the side so she wouldn’t trip. A gold and emerald crown nestled in the halo of her curls, trying its damndest but failing to draw Seokjin’s attention from the confident smile as the princess lifted her face.

Damnit, a confident woman. That was obvious. With the beauty and wealth and probably the brains to back up the confidence. Seokjin was immediately intimidated. It flustered him so badly, in fact, that he bowed as well.

“Seokjin,” his father hissed and he quickly straightened.

“Ha, but,” he said, loud enough to be heard, “Father, the Prince and Princesses are to be family with us. A deserving husband greets his wife as respectfully as if she is a queen. And Mother, Father…”

King Dong-gun was horrified, that much was clear. The Royal Prince bowing to a mere princess in this context was unheard of. He didn’t have to look over to feel the forced smile of the Jungs at this faux pas. Seokjin was too embarrassed to look over at the Prince and Princesses but knew his only hope of survival was to stick the landing.

Suddenly Prince Hamisi laughed. His face lit up with a smile as he wagged his finger and argued, “You aren’t married yet! But the respect is welcome. I am a very stern father-in-law!” Nothing about his smile seemed stern, though, nor his body language as he opened his arms in a wide gesture. Both women beside him gave him a side eye. Seokjin felt like he read a closeness, an amusement, in just that quick interaction, but maybe he was reading too much. As an only child with a dead mom and a busy father, he tended to enviously read closeness in every family he saw. The suggestion he might marry into such a family made his nerves sharper.

King Dong-gun was talking, welcoming them to Priva, but Seokjin didn’t listen to it. He tried to study Nasimiyu without staring. He tried not to blink. He tried not to fidget. She was the kind of woman who made even a royal prince fidget. She looked perfectly calm and comfortable and not at all intimidated even though King Dong-gun and Seokjin were standing on the dais above them and it was the proper thing to do, to look a little impressed. Maybe she was an intimidating, mean kind of woman?

But her smile looked so nice and warm as King Dong-gun began to walk down the stairs and Seokjin hurried to keep up.

The King and the Prince clasped hands and elbows now, grinning like old friends. Seokjin knew Prince Hamisi was his father’s favorite of the princes and that was why his daughter wound up being accepted for this betrothal. Not that everyone had daughters of the right age, but when King Dong-gun had begun looking for a bride for Seokjin, there had been enough interested parties to soothe Seokjin’s ego from that earlier slight, almost back to his old self. Seokjin had agreed to an arrangement at a time he didn’t feel his best but he was a man of his word so he’d see it through. Love could grow out of respect. Hoseok had told him that once and he believed it, even if Hoseok was single and probably didn’t know what he was talking about.

Nasimiyu was going to make that very easy. She dazzled him as King Dong-gun continued,

“Please, let us show you to your suites so you can rest after your long journey. When you are ready, my son will be glad to show you around the palace grounds. You may wander wherever you like.”

“Anywhere?” Prince Hamisi clarified with a mischievous glint in his eye.

King Dong-gun replied simply, “We have nothing to hide. As my son said, we will be family soon. Please, make yourself at home.”

“We shall. Thank you for the warm welcome.”

The Prince and his wife turned and Seokjin had a fleeting panic because they were walking away and he hadn’t said a word to Nasimiyu. This greeting had been so short. Yes, they had just traveled many days to get here and deserved to refresh themselves, but he’d wanted to make a dazzling introduction and wasn’t sure that he had. If Nasimiyu didn’t leave with a good first impression, he’d have to work extra hard to make up for lost ground later and what if he didn’t?

“Princess Nasimiyu,” he called just as she started to turn after her parents. She paused and glanced down at the hand he held out before slipping her fingers against his palm. “Before you rest, please accept my welcome. It is an honor to finally meet you. If you have need of anything while you are here, please let me know and I will personally see it is done.” It was kind, but this woman was going to be his wife . “I hope you will be very happy here,” he added.

She arched an eyebrow and suggested, “Maybe you can show me where here is after I wash the dust from my skin.”

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry, I forgot to mop before you got here…” He meant it as a joke. She just raised her eyebrows.

Oh no. She doesn’t think I’m funny.

“Nasimiyu,” her father called.

“I looked forward to the tour of your palace,” she told him. He braced himself for the coolness, but instead she gave him another confusingly warm smile. But she’d said your , like it would never be hers . Or, well, ours . And someday it would be. Someday she’d be queen here. Queen of all Yeonhabi. He would be King!

A King who couldn’t tell from his future-queen’s face if she thought anything about him at all.

He stood there as the throne room emptied, turning as Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok flocked to him. He wore a confident smile, and slowly lifted his arms wide like Prince Hamisi had done, and announced,

“I think it was pretty clear she liked me.”

“She did, Your Royal Highness,” Jimin agreed, bowing and nodding. “She did.”

“How could she help it, right? With a face like this and charm like mine?” He looked to Jungkook and Hoseok for confirmation. Jungkook gave a short nod, lips pursed and shoulders squared as he looked around the hall, making a show of checking for threats as the Marvono’s entourage began to roam, ushered around by the royal palace staff. They’d brought their own handmaids and butlers and some guards and who knew what else, it was really a lot considering they could provide anything they needed…

“It’s good to see you’re as confident as ever, but we should fix your makeup before you give the tour, your ears are redder than I’ve ever seen them,” Hoseok suggested, motioning to JImin to lead him away.

Yes, confident. He was confident. He knew these three, whom he considered as much of friends as a Prince could have, saw through it and were too kind to comment. Seokjin had been faking his father’s confidence since he was a little boy. He didn’t know any other way to be.

He hoped it would be enough to convince Nasimiyu.

“The palace was built in 1425,” Seokjin said, gesturing across the garden back towards the main building, white stone against the bluest sky. “The white stone was brought here over many years from Rinsk, where King Chin-ae’s wife was born. He accepted the stone as her dowry. It was a joke at the time that he was paid rocks for his bride which he, uh, did not find very amusing…”

Nasimiyu quirked her eyebrow at the story, like she did for most of Seokjin’s jokes. It was beginning to fluster him. Apparently he was so sweaty that Jimin had approached and tried to offer a lie –that his father was looking for him– so he could break away and sit down. But he didn’t need a break, he needed to keep powering through until Nasimiyu and her parents felt welcome here, and he’d made a good first impression, and he could feel like he’d met her. They’d eaten lunch together and toured the palace grounds for almost two hours now and she’d barely said a word. She was judicious with her words, he could already see, because when she did make a comment, it was striking and intelligent and impressive. And when she didn’t make a word, she could convey a thought with just her face.

Seokjin’s plan was to double down on impressing her parents. They both seemed to enjoy the tour, even though Prince Hamisi had wanted to know why King Dong-gun wasn’t joining them. Seokjin’s quip that he was the betrothed had earned him a polite nod from the Princess.

“If I were to pay my daughter’s dowry with something from my kingdom, what would you ask?” Prince Hamisi asked. He had a friendly smile and walked with his arms folded across his belly in a casual way for a Prince, but Seokjin felt threatened. Which he shouldn’t because he was the royal prince. He glanced at Jungkook, one of four guards accompanying the party, but his own guard was just still busy sizing up the other guards like he was bored and dying for a fight. It had been such a long time since there had been an attempt on Seokjin’s life. Maybe Jungkook would get too bored and leave him…

He saw by Jimin’s raised eyebrows he’d been asked a question and quickly recalled himself. He put on a pensive look, staring up at the sky to consider carefully.

“Medicine,” he finally said. “I understand you have some of the most advanced doctors in the world. A dowry of doctors and medicine would be far more valuable than gold,” Seokjin answered. His heart danced in his chest, proud of his answer both because it was true and because it made him look good, he could see that on all three of their faces.

“I expected you would say sand,” Nasimiyu admitted with a small nod of her head.

Prince Hamisi meanwhile mused, “I shall talk to your father, see if he can change the terms of the agreement?”

“If he would, you would hear no complaints on my part, Sir. We have plenty of gold anyway…” Thinking of his father’s face if Prince Hamisi brought this plan to him almost made Seokjin laugh. King Dong-gun would never go for it, and would never agree they had plenty of gold, and would certainly not appreciate Seokjin discussing the terms of the betrothal without him. There were in fact other things wrapped up in the arrangement besides gold, but not doctors or medicine. More like trade agreements, tax adjustments, that kind of thing.

Worried now that this would all lead him into trouble with his father, he quickly dismissed the serious nature of his answer and added, “Sand would be welcome too. We could line our streets with it. It’s hard to walk in so I suspect we would all get very shapely legs and Priva could become known for it…”

“Do you think our legs shapely, Your Royal Highness?” Princess Simisola asked. Her daughter looked very, very much like her, which made it doubly intimidating.

Seokjin couldn’t see their legs under their long, finely-pleated gowns, and so answered, “I suspect you are all perfect in every regard as fits leaders of your station, but before you discount me, you must notice that I too have very strong, shapely legs. That’s because there are 2,183 steps in this palace.”

“Is that a fact for the palace tour as well?” Nasimyu asked.

“I counted them myself,” Seokjin bragged, before adding with a grin, “I can count very well, Princess.”

“What a relief,” she said, clever but smiling like she didn’t find him that amusing.

Damnit.

He decided to show them through the sea-side garden then, even though it was down about a hundred stairs. They said they were up for it. It was Seokjin’s favorite part of the palace, actually, and he hoped maybe Nasimiyu would love it too.

At the bottom of the stairs into the garden, he turned to make sure she was all right on the stairs; her handmaiden walked beside her, their arms clasped, and now he realized he ought to have offered his arm as Prince Hamisi had done to Princess Simisola because it was a steep climb. He had just been thinking about whether to amp the jokes up or down. Many had advised him to roll them back until she got used to him, and that had even been his plan, but she was just… she was a lot more beautiful than he had anticipated! And the reality he was not going to be the most beautiful in his marriage was a difficult pill to– see?! He couldn’t even not make jokes in his own thoughts…

This garden cleared his head though. Midway down the major hill upon which the palace was built, it was not often visited, even though he thought it was by far the most beautiful garden on the palace grounds. His mother had designed it and spent a great deal of time in it herself, hands in the soil up to her elbows as she worked alongside the gardeners to keep it nice. The ocean glittered like a blanket of diamonds on the other side of the blue and red rooftops of the city below, the salty scent of it carried in on a breeze. Near the docks stunk but up here the ocean scent was crisp and nice and not overpowering.

“The scent of the sea is very strong,” Princess Nasimiyu mused, coming to a standstill beside him at the upper tier’s railing.

Seokjin felt himself deflate. She didn’t like it here, that’s what he understood from their interactions so far. She didn’t like the ocean. She didn’t appreciate the flowers. She found his humor obnoxious. She thought the stairs and white stone were too much. She asked why the palace was so inefficiently built on the top of a mountain.

“What does your home smell like?” he asked to give himself time to think.

She tilted her head at the question, like she hadn’t expected it. It was a rather odd question, except she had just commented on the smell of his!

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ve never smelled anything different. It just smells like home… fresh linen and warmth and spicy food and aromatic meat.” A beat and then, “Yes?”

He thought she’d meant him, but instead her handmaiden added, “It smells of cumin and red chili peppers and oranges and laundry soap.”

“Yes, the oranges are nice… I don’t believe you have citrus here.”

“We ship them in…” he admitted. “We are never short on the fruits we want.”

“But it doesn’t compare to–” She broke off and glanced at her handmaiden, then smiled, “It’s a good location for accessing everything you could want from any of the principalities.”

“Yes…”

“This garden is beautiful,” Princess Simisola called as she and the Prince strolled past. “Come look at these blossoms, Nasimiyu.”

Seokjin trailed them, answering their questions about any flowers they weren’t familiar with. He explained his mother’s connection to the garden, and how the sunset in the evening was perfect. He knew he sounded romantic, that was the point. Women loved romance! And flowers, and the sea, right?

He sent Jimin a glance; he followed along a bit behind Jungkook. Jimin just gave him an encouraging smile, not that sympathetic grimace as if things were going up in flames. Maybe to someone not in his head, it looked like he was doing better than he feared?

“These will be lovely in Nasimiyu’s hair for the wedding,” Princess Simisola said, pausing to point at a tree branching out over an ornately carved bench.

“Magnolias,” Seokjin said. He stepped around them and broke one of the blossoms off. He showed it to them, then raised his hands to tuck it into Nasimiyu’s hair.

She quickly pulled it from his hands and corrected, “I can do that myself.” The correction stung and he stared blankly at her, confused and embarrassed. Just as quickly, she smoothed it over, saying, “Thank you for the flower. I have to tuck it in just right…”

“Of course,” he gave a slight bow. All right, fair enough, he shouldn’t assume he could touch a woman’s hair he’d just met… He saw Jimin sweating it out nearby and realized Hoseok had also materialized from somewhere. Jungkook , meanwhile, was waving away a bee that had left a bud to hum instead around his face.

Nasimiyu let her hands drop away, the large flower nestled high in her curls.

“Ah, yes, you make the flower look good,” he praised. “I’m afraid it will wilt quickly, it will throw a tantrum because magnolias are used to being the most beautiful flower but now it’s eclipsed by your face.”

Jungkook stopped waving at the bee and screwed his face up and tilted his head in confusion. Unappreciated! Seokjin laughed uncomfortably and gestured for everyone to move. Nasimiyu just looked at him, before bobbing her head.

“Thank you… I think…”

If she was less beautiful, I could give a better compliment , he sighed. He was good at flattery! Flattery was only hard if you were afraid of looking like a fool, and Seokjin wasn’t, or if you felt like praising someone else made yourself look weak, which he didn’t, or if you were afraid that drawing attention to someone else diminished your own attractiveness, which he wasn’t.

But Nasimiyu was going to be his wife. He was going to shower her with a lifetime of compliments and someday look back on this first day and laugh about how flustered he’d been by her beauty.

He hoped.

“Come,” he said, “I’ll show you the rest of the garden and then let you rest before dinner. I have to make sure you’ve worked up an appetite so you can fully enjoy our food. I know Marvono is best known for its beef and lamb dishes but our seafood is–”

“I’m allergic to lobster and shellfish,” Nasimiyu said. “I believe you were already told? I hope it’s not a problem…”

Seokjin stopped walking and looked at her with alarm.

“How allergic?”

“Pardon?”

“If you breathe near it or smell it–”

“I’d already be dead, everything smells like shellfish,” she admitted. “No, I just can’t eat it.”

“Ah, ok. That’s all right.” He glanced at JImin, who gave a small nod and ran off. Seokjin would go check in the kitchens too as soon as he deposited these guests back at their rooms, just to make absolute sure. That would need to be known. Very known. Lots of dishes around here had lobster or shellfish, seeing as lobster was his personal favorite…

He gave Nasimiyu a warm smile, “We will make sure you are absolutely safe here.”

She nodded as her parents moved on ahead, and came to Seokjin’s side, her voice lower as she said, “I also can’t kiss it.”

“Ah.” He didn’t need to see Jungkook drop his gaze and scratch his own ears, signaling to Seokjin how red his were becoming because now Nasimiyu meant– because she’d referenced– well, but it was important to know!

It was important to know that he needed to not kiss her after he’d eaten lobster or shellfish.

“Uh, for… for how long?”

“How long will I be allergic for?”

“No, I mean, how long would someone be dangerous to you after eating those foods?”

Her eyes narrowed, eyebrow arched, “Why, are you planning something?”

“Planning to avoid accidentally causing– yes,” he laughed. Had she really asked that? She must understand what he was saying, for her to have said that in the first place!

“I haven’t exactly tested it to find an exact time… Is this a problem for our marriage?”

No more lobster…

“Not at all,” he assured her. “I am glad you told me! Er, reminded me! I will make sure it becomes law around here!”

“But you can’t go telling everyone the easiest way to murder me,” she laughed.

“No, right, of course… I will simply say you dislike those things and that you shouldn’t be fed them, it will be upon pain of death for the cooks!”

“That’s…”

“Prince Seokjin, what flower is this?” Princess Simisola called. Nasimiyu looked at him a moment longer, then nodded. He took that as leave to go answer her mother, but worried, as he explained the purple heart plant, that Nasimiyu might have thought he was serious about killing the cooks.

Sun set late at this time of year, so a warm glow still flooded through the floor-length windows of the gilded dining hall as dinner was officially served. Though on a normal day the royal family might choose to eat at-will in the palace’s cafeteria hall or be served privately in the royal dining room, the arrival of their very special guests (and very large traveling party) instead saw all seated together in the dining hall.

King Dong-gun never ate here, so it was strange to watch him take his place in the center of the head table at the far end of the hall. Guards lined the windows behind him, battling the gauzy curtains that billowed in the sea breeze. It was a show; usually the windows were kept boarded up because King Dong-gun didn’t want to leave his back so exposed.

Seokjin glanced to his Princess Nasimiyu seated beside him, separated from her parents who sat on his father’s other side. They weren’t the only honored guests in attendance; at any given time there were plenty of lords and ladies who dined here, eager to partake of the fine palace kitchens at the low low cost of free. However the first night of their visit was cause for a grand showing, and so even King Dong-gun attended in full dinnerware splendor after his afternoon disappearance. Seokjin had changed outfits as well, into something more suitable for dinner but also because he’d managed to drag his wrist lace through sauce when he’d gone by the kitchens to make absolutely sure no one was about to kill his bride-to-be on her first night in the palace.

“There’s no lobster or shellfish,” he assured her the moment she lifted her spoon for the soup starter. “At the whole table.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“You are safe to eat, converse, and kiss anyone at this table,” he continued. “But I would avoid the other tables. Some rogue shellfish may have snuck into the stews being served at the further end of the hall and besides that you are… engaging but also engaged.”

She gave him a concerned look and assured him, “I am well aware of my betrothed status.”

“Of course you are,” he smiled. She did not smile. Damnit. “Ah, did the ring I sent get to you?” he asked the question he hadn’t thought of until later. “Was it not your style?”

“Oh.” For the first time she looked a little sheepish. “It was lovely, just a little too small for my finger.”

Seokjin felt a waver in his heart because that ring had been his mothers and Nasimiyu now made it sound like it had been lost or, even worse, thrown away.

“We have fine jewelers here who could resize it–”

“Yes… wait a moment.” She lifted her hand and the handmaiden with the nose for national scents came running to her shoulder. The young woman’s dark eyes only flickered to Seokjin before she ducked her head close to hear what Nasimiyu whispered to her. With a nod, she was gone again, flitting away like a little bird. “My maid will set it out for tomorrow, your jewelers can resize it.”

“Ah,” he sighed, clasping a hand to his chest. “You still have it. That’s good.”

“I do not take a gift from you lightly and I am not careless with my things.”

Seokjin grinned at her, “I shall shower you with gifts so often you may often misplace things and it will be months before you notice because you’ll be so blessed by my generosity!”

“That sounds… generous of you,” she said with a forced smile. “But I assure you, there’s no need. I am not overly concerned with gifts or jewels, I have plenty of my own.”

“Ah.” Seokjin kept his smile plastered on. Not that he trusted his own father’s advice on women much, considering as far as he knew, King Dong-gun had been with no one since his mother died, but he knew that gifts had been a constant from his father. His mother had wanted for nothing. “What things do you like? That’s something I ought to know! Is it… food? Flowers? Music?”

Nasmiiyu shifted uncomfortably as King Dong-gun laughed loudly beside Seokjin. Mostly he was trying to ignore his father, whose attention was primarily on Prince Hamisi and the servants bringing the food and drinks anyway. It was indeed rare for his father to dine in the dining hall or cafeteria with others, but when he did, he tended to be loud, nervous, and who knew what might turn his mood.

“Don’t concern yourself, he usually dines privately,” Seokjin told her, trying to reassure her this would not be her daily ordeal while also not disparaging his father. “Do you prefer the dining hall or a private dinner?”

“The dining hall,” she told him with a hand delicately over her mouth as she swallowed her food.

“Yes? Is this one all right? You can change anything about it to suit yourself once you’re the Princess here… and someday Queen!”

Something flitted across her face, he noticed it right away, before she said, “I am not overly concerned with titles, either.”

“That’s because you have one,” he smiled, trying to be clever and self-aware to impress her.

“I am not a title seeker,” she argued. “I agreed to this betrothal because I believe I can do good work here in the absence of a queen.”

Quickly Seokjin soothed, “Yes, it’s a large hole to fill but I’m sure you’ll be up to the task. I’m not very good at planning balls and I’m not very creative about entertaining guests. Visitors get tired of my garden tours and fishing trips.”

“It’s more than that– you enjoy fishing?” she asked halfway through her own remark. He belatedly realized his accidental implication, that the Queen did nothing but social things. The queen could do anything she wanted! She also oversaw education and participated in diplomacy and… and Nasimiyu could do anything she was passionate about!

But she’d thrown him a line with the question about fishing, and he decided to side-step the whole misunderstanding and confirm,

“Oh yes. That’s what I do. Ah… do you like it?” He doubted it. He doubted it very much and was not surprised when she admitted,

“No.” Just as quickly she added, “Well I have never been.”

“Ah. Well, there’s time for it later if you enjoy it…”

“I enjoy riding,” she said. That was unfortunate, because they lived on a small mountain in the middle of a city by the sea. There really wasn’t good riding until you cleared the outer walls of the capitol which was already a long ride just to get there, unless you took the backway down the hill but that was dangerous and he wouldn’t suggest it to her. “I enjoy dancing and reading and painting.”

“Ah! Lots of good things to paint here,” he assured her, and motioned to his face. He knew he shouldn’t. He screamed at himself internally to stop joking because it wasn’t working with her but it was like his mind just decided to double down. “See anything that inspires you?”

“The sea is very beautiful,” she answered. He wished she was teasing him, but she looked sincere.

At least he could agree, “Yes, it’s very beautiful. You didn’t travel here by sea though, do you want to go on it? Don’t worry, I’ll take you–”

“Is there no music tonight?” King Dong-gun shouted. “Our guests have listened to my son talk all day, they would like some music!”

Immediately Prince Hamisi answered loudly, “We do not mind whatever entertainment His Majesty provide for us, whether it’s music or conversation.”

But King Dong-gun didn’t need to ask again; within seconds the instrumentalists were set up on the dais at the far side of the hall. Seokjin already knew they had been asked not to play during dinner because the acoustics meant music overwhelmed everyone dining. He himself had been the one to ask, because he wanted to talk to his betrothed.

Apparently that was King Dong-gun’s point though, because a moment later, when beautiful but loud music crashed around the room, he leaned in and scolded in Seokjin’s ear, “Don’t talk her ear off! You’re a prince, act like it! Let her fucking eat!”

“I’m getting to know my future wife–”

“There’s time for that unless you chase her off with your jokes,” he scolded. “Is that what the Jungs guided you on? That’s not how you impress a princess. You are the future King! Act it!”

Seokjin did not think he was not acting like a future king, but he did know what his father meant. Be strong. Silent. Enigmatic. Leave some mystery. The exact opposite of Seokjin’s natural instinct. But since so far he didn’t seem to be doing well, maybe there was something to it… maybe that’s what Nasimiyu wanted…

Nasimiyu touched his arm. It gave him goosebumps just because he hadn’t expected it, even though he had a thick sleeve on so it wasn’t even skin contact. He turned to her as she leaned in close and gestured to the latest dish placed before her.

“What is this?”

“It’s skrei with braised squid and cannellini beans,” he told her, thrilled she had asked. If there was anything he could talk about with pride and knowledge, it was food! “Skrei is –maybe you aren’t familiar– it’s actually from Therepin to the south, they have icy waters full of great icy islands. They pack the fish in big carts of ice to import it –it’s a fine delicacy here.”

“And… squid.”

“Do you know what a squid is?” he asked gently.

“Yes, I know. I forgot people eat those…”

“Yes, it’s wonderful,” he grinned. And watched, waiting for her to take a bite. Yes, he picked up on the fact she was nervous about it, but she lifted her spoon under his gaze.

The dislike was obvious on her face, and if Seokjin was honest with himself, he felt a jolt of panic in that moment that this marriage was doomed. She didn’t like the food. She didn’t like the food! How was the future Queen of Priva supposed to love the kingdom if she didn’t like the food it produced?

Ok. OK, he just had to make the best of it! He’d think about this later.

For right now, he was relieved to let himself be dragged into conversation all up and down the table, even though it was awkward to call down over dishes. Not that he particularly wanted to speak with his father, who’d got going on politics –he wanted to hear Prince Hamisi’s take on each of the principalities as if they’d never talked about it before, which inevitably set someone else in the dining hall off because they had people from all over here. He knew it was a tactic his father did to put people at ease and also learn about their hot buttons and political leanings, though surely he knew those things about Prince Hamisi by now, as they’d met many times over the course of their reigns.

He thought Nasimiyu looked uncomfortable too, so in a romantic rush, he asked, “Do you want to dance?”

“RIght now?” she gave him a confused look. “There isn’t dancing.”

“It’s my palace, we can dance whenever, wherever we like, if that would amuse you more than politics. Honestly it would amuse me more too. You said you enjoy dancing.”

“I do but… not at the moment, thank you. I look forward to the ball you are planning.”

Further disappointment. Not that he particularly wanted to dance with her in the middle of dinner but he was willing to if it gave them each a reprieve to politics and food she didn’t like. But she’d rejected that too. Frankly, he was getting frustrated. He wasn’t sure if the frustration was because she seemed to be rejecting everything he offered or because she was so much more regal in doing so, leaving him looking like the juvenile fool. No wonder his father was disappointed in his showing so far.

He dipped his spoon into the desert tart and called for more wine.

“How am I going to be married to someone who doesn’t even like our food ?” Seokjin sighed, slumping back against the wall behind the counter he’d made his ass comfortable on. Jungkook leaned against the counter, eating from the plates laid out between them, new things to sample for worthiness on the palace rotating menu. Jimin stood back but had nothing to say as he devoured the kind of tarts only served to distinguished guests. Those who worked for Seokjin ate well.

“And she didn’t think I was funny or charming at all,” he added. “Right?” He motioned to Jimin and Jungkook.

“Maybe she was just tired from her long trip–” Jimin began, but Jungkook shook his head, “Yeah, she didn’t think you were funny. But you were trying too hard.”

“Listen to my bodyguard talking to me like this!” Seokjin cried, gesticulating wildly, even though he had literally just asked for it. “How dare you say I’m not funny and charming? Of course I am!”

“ I think you are,” Jungkook corrected, unbothered by the shouting. “She didn’t.” They’d known each other for too long for some scolding and shouting. Jungkook’s father had died protecting Seokjin’s father long ago and the Queen had seen to his education and training; it had been his own decision to follow in the footsteps of his father and become a royal guard. He’d earned this role after conveniently saving Seokjin’s life in a situation Seokjin preferred not to talk about and while he wasn’t Seokjin’s only bodyguard, Jungkook was his favorite, and he knew it. Not that any of the guards were scared of Seokjin. When he got seriously angry, which was rare, it tended to confuse rather than frighten people.

He sighed, wishing for a moment he was taken more seriously, knowing he didn’t really do much to get taken seriously.

“Didn’t Hoseok tell you to be dignified and sincere?” Yoongi asked. At this time of night, he was the only one left in the kitchen, though a few servants on call dozed in the rooms right off it, ready in case anyone called for something in the night. Yoongi was often the last one to leave and the first one to arrive for the day of work, disappearing in the middle of the day to get the other half of his sleep. It was an odd sleep cycle that hadn’t earned him many friends –except a Prince.

“I was dignified and sincere–”

“You joke to avoid sincerity,” Jungkook pointed out.

“I was sincere with her!”

Jimin tried again, “She’s exhausted. She traveled so long to be here. That’s why she retired immediately after dinner–”

“No, she did that because she hates me,” Seokjin grumbled, and slumped back against the wall.

Beside him, Yoongi continued to knead the bread he’d leave rising overnight. The bakers had taken care of most of that already, but Yoongi had grumbled about no one making the King’s favorite raisin bread, so now he was doing that. There was always something he fixed before he left. Despite not being the head chef nor head of kitchen, Yoongi was the glue that kept the kitchen going, and Seokjin genuinely believed it would crumble without his culinary genius. He had attention for detail and if not for a bit of politics after the last cook was… done away with… Yoongi would now be in that place. But… politics.

“She doesn’t hate you–”

“You have to say that because you’re my valet.”

“I don’t have to say it,” Jungkook argued. “But I don’t think she hates you either. She just seemed tired to me.”

Yoongi shrugged, “I didn’t see her, I don’t know anything. But I would think it’s all more overwhelming for her than it is for you.”

“Sure, but–”

Yoongi threw a handful of flour down on the mat and spoke through the cloud of it wafting up, “You’re meeting your new bride. But she’s meeting her new husband, the Prince and future King. She’s seeing her new home far away from her family. Everything is different. If you were making jokes all day maybe she just wasn’t in the mood for it.”

“I wasn’t making jokes, I was just trying to be my charming, happy self. My father was stern enough for both of us.”

But Yoongi continued, “I suggested we have some of their home foods available for dinner but King Dong-gun said no.”

“We don’t have an expert in their food here,” Seokjin pointed out. “I don’t think serving her a less good food from home would be better.”

“You underestimate me. I’ve been to Marvono.”

“You studied there?” Seokjin teased. Yoongi gave him a narrow look. Seokjin knew exactly when Yoongi had been to Marvono, and if anyone else knew, he definitely wouldn’t still be allowed to work in the palace.

“I can try to make some of the food,” he offered. “Or I can see about finding a Marvonese cook.”

Seokjin thought about this, nodding, “Yes. Both. Do both. Why not? We have to try everything.”

“Your father’s advice may be worth trying too…” JImin suggested. As Seokjin opened his mouth to launch into a tirade that Jimin would side with King Dong-gun, Jimin quickly clarified, “Let her warm up to your humor! That’s all I mean. She doesn’t know you. She doesn’t know yet when you’re joking.”

“Maybe Marvonese people aren’t funny,” Jungkook shrugged.

Yoongi mumbled, “ Privans aren’t funny…”

“I’m funny,” Seokjin scoffed.

“Yes, you’re the only one,” Yoongi assured him with a wide smile revealing his sarcasm. It made Seokjin laugh and throw a fistful of flour at him. “Are you going to clean that up, Your Royal Highness?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Ah!” a voice called from the doorway –Hoseok. “I hoped to find you here… Are we discussing today?”

Seokjin groaned, “Nooooo, Mr. Jung…”

“Yes, me. Would you rather I send my father?”

“No.”

“I thought the tactic we agreed on was to keep the jokes at bay for a few days –we already had intel that she doesn’t have a great enjoyment of humor!”

“Who had intel?” Seokjin huffed. “I didn’t have any intel about her! If you had intel–”

“Your father had the information, which he told me while you were standing right beside me,” Hoseok said slowly.

Seokjin sighed, “Ah, I wasn’t listening to that… Anyway, it’s not my fault. This is who I am! You want me to be someone else–”

“No, we just want you to let the Princess get to know you, which she can’t do if you brick yourself up behind jokes,” Hoseok argued. “Be sincere and honest. Demonstrate your intelligence and your competency and your knowledge of–”

“I did do that,” Seokjin defended. “I showed her the whole palace, all of it. I tried to show her my mind. Everything I said was uninteresting…”

“You made a lot of jokes,” Jungkook mumbled.

“What are you doing listening to my conversations?!”

“Listening for threats obviously.”

“Look why are you all blaming me for this? She didn’t leave me yet, it was only the first day. She was a little too tired to laugh with me but tomorrow will be fine,” he assured them, waving his hands to settle them down. “Don’t blame me, it was her fault. Go scold her.”

“Scold her for what?” Jimin took the bait.

“She was too beautiful. It was troubling. I’m supposed to be the beautiful one.”

“I think you need to go to sleep now,” Jimin laughed while Yoongi and Jungkook rolled their eyes.

Hoseok agreed, “You need to be well rested during this delicate time. I’ll walk you. Let’s talk on the way about plans for tomorrow.”

“I can make my own plans!”

“Let’s talk on the way about plans for tomorrow,” Hoseok simply repeated and motioned for him to slide down like he was still a child. And Hoseok was two years younger than him! Offensive!

Yoongi interrupted his outrage, assuring him, “I’ll find a Marvonese chef. They have currant porridge for breakfast, I’ll have some ready in the morning.”

“Thank you, Yoongi. At least one of you deserves praise!”

“Yes yes,” Hoseok nodded, as if he’d predicted every word. Maybe he had. Maybe these four individuals –all of working class, all employed by his father, all by his side because they were literally paid to be– were best of all at predicting both the sincere and the protective. His favorite people were all hired help. Should he tell the Princess that? That his only friends were paid to be that? Surely that would impress her! Or that he had been so isolated from sincere interactions with women that he didn’t really know anything about how to engage with the opposite sex? For all he knew and suspected, every woman he’d ever had any social interaction with was just pretending to be charmed because he was the son of the king. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew that! So he had to rely on his deportment tutor and valet and favorite bodyguard and a mid-level cook to help him navigate these waters because his father’s guidance was so unhelpful as to make Seokjin think that actually King Dong-gun wanted him to throw the match and die alone, like he himself no doubt would at this point.

“Don’t worry,” Hoseok told him as Jimin ran ahead to make sure the room was ready for him. “Tomorrow is a new day and she’ll be dazzled.”

“Uh huh. Yes, why wouldn’t she be–”

“I mean that sincerely,” Hoseok insisted and gave Seokjin a stern look. “You need to believe it too.”

Seokjin gave him a big grin and agreed, “Yes, I believe it too. That’s the truth.”

But the truth was that Seokjin did not think anyone had ever sincerely liked him, and it did not seem likely Nasimiyu would be the first.

Nasimiyu glanced lazily over her shoulder as the door to her bedroom suite opened and then closed. She couldn’t see the door from behind the screen curved around the bathtub corner of the room but she recognized the footsteps –or lack thereof. Dulce was the quietest walker she had ever met, only partially explained by those light leather boots she wore.

Sure enough, a moment later Dulce stepped around the screen, face hidden by a massive stack of towels. Her long dark braid swung around like a whip with her quick movements as she set the towels all on a wood shelf.

“Why so many towels?” Nasimiyu asked, eying the stack.

“Because no one stops a stranger if they look like they’re about to fuck up an important errand by, say, dropping a stack of towels on the dirty floor,” Dulce answered.

“The floors are kind of dirty, aren’t they?”

Dulce arched her eyebrow and Nasimiyu sighed. She knew exactly where Dulce had come from and felt like she ought to mask her visit with the disguise of an incompetent servant.

“Well? What did my father say?”

“I think you already know, my lady,” Dulce said with a belated little curtsy. Nasimiyu didn’t care about the curtsy, though her parents certainly did. If it was up to her, curtsying wouldn’t even be a thing, but then her parents weren’t quite as radical as she was. Besides, it would look suspicious if Dulce kept forgetting to show proper deference.

“I wasn’t!” Nasimiyu sighed and let her head fall back against the rim of the tub. The water was starting to lose its warmth; she’d been sitting in it for a long time. Avoiding the chill in the air from the sea. Avoiding any social engagements in this foreign place. Avoiding the lecture she knew was waiting from her parents. Instead she’d taken the coward’s route and sent her handmaiden instead, leaving Dulce to deal with the rumors should they arise from her handmaiden leaving the private suite of the Prince. Well if rumors of an affair started, they’d find out how to work with it. It wasn’t like Dulce needed a lengthy clean reputation here.

Dulce’s mouth twitched as she settled on a wooden stool beside the tub. The other maid had sat there earlier and scrubbed the dust and salt from Nasimiyu’s body and oiled her hair to protect it, because it was all in the air. Salt and dust everywhere. Nasimiyu couldn’t believe that out of all the regions of Yeonhalbi, the Kim royal family had chosen Priva as their royal kingdom. Granted, it was in the center latitude, but still far too remote from the second ring of principalities, of which Marvono was one of them. The port was valuable when dealing with other kingdoms, sure, but for ruling his own far-too-vast territory, King whatever-his-name-had-been made a poor choice. Destin to the east would have been a better location, but it was full of flats field and poor farmers, so none of the glitz and glamor of a port city.

Nasimiyu could not remember that king’s name. She knew all the Kim kings but she didn’t want to think about them right now. She knew the promise implicit in this betrothal, that her son would be the king either after Dong-gun or Seokjin, depending on who died first. That before that she might spend time as Queen or Queen-Regent. That her home principality would be blessed by this union into the royal family after they had married only Privans nobles or foreign princesses for generations. It was all supposed to be appealing. This was the betrothal of any princess’ dreams.

“I wasn’t unkind,” Nasimiyu said again. “I was just tired and… and franky, unprepared for Prince Seokjin to be quite so…”

“He’s very handsome,” Dulce teased.

“He’s an idiot. ”

“I think you make him nervous,” Dulce said. “His ears turn red a lot and he blinks strangely, and when he does that valet of his gets all fidgety.”

“I noticed. I also noticed his bodyguard doesn’t seem to mind him closely.”

Dulce disagreed with a small shake of her head, “No, I wouldn’t say that. His reflexes are remarkably fast. I think the bodyguard plays dumb but time will tell. He also seems to tease the Prince which seems… strange.”

“Maybe they’re all dumb and this will be easy.”

“This sort of thing is never easy, Princess.”

“I know, I don’t know why I said that,” she admitted. She closed her eyes, wishing for a little more warmth from the water. But she did know why: because she was tired . This place was strange and not like home and she did not feel like herself right now.

As always, it was as if Dulce read her mind, “It’s only because you’re tired. You’ll sleep tonight and feel better for it tomorrow. There’s no rush –unless you provoke him into calling off the betrothal.”

“My parents are worried about it?”

“Oh, very,” she nodded. “Your father was railing about the egos of Kim rulers and that if King Dong-gun had seen how cold you were to his son–”

“The son didn’t seem prickly about it,” Nasimiyu argued.

“I think he was too busy being flustered by your beauty.”

“Don’t laugh,” Nasimiyu glared, smiling herself, but Dulce only grinned. She’d never heard Dulce laugh before but supposed you didn’t laugh much in that line of work.

“I’m telling the truth. So far I don’t think your parents have anything to worry about. But if you continue to be too tired to humor and entertain Prince Seokjin… I don’t know. You know more about royal egos than I do.”

“You don’t need to lecture me. Do not forget your place.”

“I won’t, my lady. But it makes my job much harder.”

“And it makes my job impossible,” Nasimiyu pointed out. “I do need to actually marry him first.”

Dulce nodded and looked at the window, which Nasimiyu had closed to try and keep out that cold sea air. Apparently the guest rooms on this side of the palace were the best ones because of that view of the sea, but Nasimiyu didn’t want it.

She closed her eyes again and let out a deep breath. She was throwing a tantrum like a child. It was beneath her. She was better than that and she would be better than that. Or she’d be no better than King Kim Dong-gun and his pompous, spoiled son, her future husband. More useful in death than in life.

“You’re right,” Nasimiyu admitted. “I’m just tired from the journey and from the work that lies ahead. I only need to sleep and I’ll be myself tomorrow.” Dulce didn’t say anything. “I’ll impress him quickly. The marriage will go through. It won’t be a problem.”

“You’re the one who sets the timeline,” Dulce shrugged.

“But we can’t do anything without the close intelligence from you. I want as brief a time as possible between my wedding and my widowhood. Don’t let us down, Dulce.”

“I won’t, your grace. You have no need to worry.”

Nasimiyu studied the young woman for a moment. They’d known each other for years by now –long enough for Dulce to know her mood by her mannerisms. Nasimiyu understood her pretty well too and yet, looking at her in her simple black dress with her simple braid and her simple leather boots, she had that familiar feeling that she didn’t actually know Dulce at all.

And yet ironically she trusted Dulce more than almost anyone in the world. She wouldn’t prefer anyone else by her side on this life-changing journey.

“Do you like it here?” she found herself asking, as if the answer mattered at all.

Dulce stood, “Cities are all the same to me, my lady. Do you want me to help you dress for bed?”

“No, call the other girl,” Nasimiyu dismissed her. “You need to rest as well. We have important work to do so that I may become the queen Yeonhalbi deserves.”

“We do,” Dulce agreed and left her, a solemn, dark shadow. Nasimiyu watched Dulce’s reflection this time in the mirror as she slipped from the room. She felt far more embarrassed by Dulce’s nod at her misbehavior than she would have been by any of her father’s shouts or mother’s scolding. No wonder they had trusted Dulce to deliver the message and not come themselves to lecture her, though she supposed her mother was also shielding her from her father’s anger. He had so much riding on her right now. His expectations had always been high for her and now they were even higher.

But she wouldn’t disappoint him. She’d do better tomorrow and Dulce would help her see it through. Too many lives depended on it. Nasimiyu had the opportunity to make the world a better place, to be right there at the head of it, and she would not fail just because she couldn’t manage the idiot prince for a few months.

MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER

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piedpiperslists · 1 year

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Seokjin One Shots (XXVI)

* s - contains smut

Wallflower by @heartbeatan s wc~5.7k / post college au Summary: A thematic, contemporary seven-part where each fanfiction occurs over the course of one night.

This Love by @jinkookspencil s wc~3.9k / established relationship Summary: Seokjin is with you, a nervous wreck, during a big family event...

Stupid Valet Boy by @taehyung-the-baehyung s wc~6.2k / established relationship Summary: A man in a suit is such a hard thing to resist…

Play by @baebae-goodnight wc~2.4k / established relationship

The Heart of a Demon by @meirkive wc~31.7k / demon!Seokjin, enemies to lovers Summary: “Your roommate just wanted to revive her plants, so how come you have a forked-tongue demon in your kitchen, now?”

Best Mistake by @ahloveisboo s wc~3.7k / best friend's brother Summary: Seokjin is your best friend’s brother and he probably shouldn’t look at you this way.

666 Butterfly Kisses by @ddaenggtan s wc~4.7k / fae prince!Seokjin, vampire reader, PWP Summary: You’re a vampire in renaissance italy who likes earning favors from the most powerful men in the country. You just aren’t used to meeting handsome men that might be assassins and definitely give you the best orgasms of your life. Or; your first meeting with the fae prince, but certainly not your last.

666 Birthday Candles by @ddaenggtan s wc~4k / ft MYG, fae prince!Seokjin, werewolf!Yooongi, vampire!reader, PWP Summary: A few of your friends help make your birthday extra special.

Urgent Matters by @aamalaaa s wc~3.6k / established relationship, PWP Summary: You and your boyfriend come back home from an evening out with friends, the rest is history.

Pirate Captain by @musicloverxoxo7 s wc~3.6k / pirate!Seokjin, strangers to lovers Summary: You meet captain Seokjin by coincidence and have to flee with him. On his ship, something blossoms between you. How long can you resist?

#ksj list #seokjin oneshot

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frizzle-tales · 1 year

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“Wow.” Jiyeon breathed out as she had her first look at the fancy building; the valet parking attendants were dressed in fancy suits… the smiles never faltering from their face as they welcomed the guests and parked their luxurious possession, the fountain that poured out an never ending supply, and the people that were dressed from head to toe in brands that she couldn’t even pronounce.

This was the first time she ever went to a place like this.

Unfortunately for Jiyeon, she didn’t have much time to gawk about the stunning place, as she was interrupted by a certain person.

“…Thank you, Namjoon.” Jiyeon forced a polite smile on her face at his compliment, feeling the pressure on her hand and knowing very well what Taehyung had expected of her— he was loud and clear before they left. “Nice to see you again.”

Then, his wife was introduced, Nara, a woman who seemed much kinder than the evil man who made her already difficult life much harder. “Hi.” Jiyeon smiled, holding her hand, already sensing that perhaps, Nara was nowhere as evil as the two men standing at their side, and that she could have atleast one ally. “It is nice to meet you, Nara.” Jiyeon didn’t have the heart to admit that she hasn’t heard of this girl since recently. Furthermore, the girl was so starstruck by the venue that she even missed Namjoon’s little comment that signaled that Nara might know what is going on.

“This is a Château Pontet Canet Pauillac 5th Grand Cru Classé from 2015.” The waiter explained, most of it going past Jiyeon’s head as she had no clue about what the waiter had just introduced, but she knew better than to ask.

“Yes, okay...” Jiyeon took the glass from the tray after listening to Taehyung’s words, not quite sure if not drinking was an option, so she took one of the drinks offered. “Thank you.” She thanked the waiter as she held onto the drink.

It was in the short conversation between the group that she spotted the large mirror; and it wasn’t until now that she noticed how she looked. The way the lights of the chandeliers bounced off the satin blue, how her now darkened locks framed around her face; washing away her youthful look, her black locks adding a dash of elegance. She never knew she could look so classy, and her eyes then traveled to Taehyung, noticing how sharp Taehyung himself looked, and Jiyeon wasn't the only one thinking so; based on the small but obvious glances from some of the women; both with partners and without, staff or not, and she swore she even saw some males turn around and look.

It was no surprise, Taehyung was indeed quite good looking.

Jiyeon absentmindedly followed the three to the table Namjoon had reserved for the night.

“Jiyeon? Can I sit next to you? I’d love to chat!” Nara questioned, immediately noticing how the girls eyes widened before she looked at Taehyung for guidance.

Like an obedient puppy.

“Oh, uhm…” Jiyeon glanced to look over at Taehyung, picking at her dress nervously as she looked at him, unsure if they could.

On their way towards the specifically reserved table, Taehyung’s arm snaked around Jiyeon’s waist, pulling her body closer to his. “Just so you’re aware..” His voice dropped to a threatening whisper only loud enough for the young woman to hear. “You are not to speak to anyone tonight without my permission. Keep a polite smile on those pretty little lips of yours and don’t open them unless you’re spoken to, am I understood?”

Taehyung glanced around at the sea of people scattered throughout the room, examining for any curious or wandering eyes pointed in their direction. However, when he saw none, his attention slipped back to his unexpectedly.. stunning prisoner by his side. “And before I forget, tonight, you’ll address me as Taehyung. I don’t want to hear a single sir come from you until we are home. I would hate for this evening to turn bloody if you’re not to listen. Think wisely tonight, sweetheart.”

It wasn’t like it was quite optimal to have a potentially enjoyable evening ruined by drawing any unwanted attention to the two of them.

“Very well.” The man caved easily, although, unsure as to why. Perhaps it was how, logically, it wouldn’t harm anyone for her to have someone, someone technically under his control, to chat with. Or maybe it was the way she looked at him, stalling her answer before he gave his permission. “Keep it quiet.”

As the pairs broke off into their own separate conversations — the men talking about various topics stretching from work to other things while the women got to know one another, Taehyung’s hand rested on Jiyeon’s knee under the table.

Safely hidden from any prying eyes.

As he spoke with his dear friend, his fingers slipped under the slit of her dress, tracing the markings permanently left on her leg; the scars of his name carved into her skin.

“Mm, Taehyung.” Namjoon swallowed his sip of champagne, his eyes spotting someone across the room. “I’d like you to come meet someone.” He stood, watching as Taehyung followed suit. But as his friend reached out towards his partner, he shook his head with a wave of his hand. “Leave her. Trust me, no woman ever leaves this place on her own. It’s a gentlemen’s club for a reason.”

Namjoon turned, shooting his wife a warning stare before leading his friend off towards the bar. “Jung Hoseok.” He soon chimed, catching the attention of a well dressed man. “You are the last person I was expecting to see here tonight. No date?”

Hoseok finished with his drink, an aubinle clink filling the air as the now empty glass placed down on the oak bar top. “No date. Just checking up on how business is running.”

“I assure you it’s going smoothly.” Namjoon hummed before gesturing towards Taehyung. “Although, I have someone I’d like to introduce. Hoseok, this is an old friend of mine. Taehyung, Hoseok. He owns over 40 businesses across the country. Hotels. Bars. Restaurants. You name it. Including this one. He is also a business partner of mine.”

The two strangers, now turned acquaintances, shook hands before turning their attention back to the mutual party, as he continued speaking.

—

Meanwhile, back at the table, Nara continuously stole glances towards her husband, predicting just how much time she had alone with her new found friend.

“Don’t bother looking for an exit.” She immediately warned the second both men where out of earshot. “All of them have security hiding on the other side.” She took a sip of her champagne, a red splotch of lipstick left behind on the rim before sliding the glass towards Jiyeon. “See this?” Her nail tapped beside a small logo engraved in the base of the glass. “Anytime you see it, don’t try anything.”

Nara glanced towards her husband again, studying his body language. It wasn’t the easiest to tell, but by that alone, it didn’t appear whatever riveting conversation they were having was coming to an end quite yet.

“It means it’s owned by Jung Hoseok. He, or anyone working for him, are not going to be your friend.” She kept it simple, worried she wouldn’t have enough time to go into any further detail.

Looking at her half empty glass, Nara ushered over a waiter carrying an already opened bottle of liquor. “… Would you like a top off?” The question rolled off her eyes yet again darted between the men and her new friend. “Taehyung seems distracted enough, I’m sure he wouldn’t notice if you took a little bit more.”

#🎙anon #serial killer!taehyung #yandere taehyung

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sassyyyseokjin · 1 year

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lux by thruspring

PART ONE: walls gold-plated (but the room feels like you)

Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung

Rating: Explicit

Words: 114,562

Chapters: 10

Wealthy corporate titan Jeon Jeongguk subscribes to a membership with an elite escort agency, where he meets his scintillating host for the night who promises to fulfill his every desire. But all that glitters is not gold, and not even reading the fine print will prepare him for what’s to come.

PART TWO: breathe my love (i’m wasted on you) by thruspring

Relationship: Jung Hoseok/Park Jimin

Rating: Explicit

Words: 98,283

Chapters: 9

“At least I’m not fucking the valet boy.”

“Not fucking,” Jimin corrects. “Talking. And smoking. But I’m pretty sure he does want to fuck me.”

“Maybe he’s just nice and you’re taking advantage of that."

“Nice guys like to fuck, too,” Jimin counters. Then he pauses for a moment in thought. “I’d let him fuck me. Especially if he keeps bringing me weed.”

[a.k.a. the jihope companion fic to my taekook escort au no one asked for]

#bts #bts fic rec #jihope #jihope fic rec #taekook #taekook fic rec

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jungshookz · 10 months

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Tesla Tuesday’s with valet!tae&jin but they don’t know abt sentry mode that records outside the car and accidentally catches them talking abt how EXTRA great miss y/n’s ass looks today and how EXTRA delicious she smells bc she used a new shampoo that smells like marshmallows and honeysuckle >>>:DD😼😼😼😼😼😼😼😼😼

"Oh, I've heard many, many things courtesy of sentry mode. Never been described as sex on legs before, but I'm here for it."

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maybe i do | kth. II

➵ summary : maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳ part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 10k

➵ warnings : none really, swearing, mainly fluffy and funny interactions, some angst! :o

➵ a/n: and i’m back with chapter two! i really wanted to say thank you for the love and support i received on the first part of maybe i do, it was astounding!! i’m so grateful so many people loved the story and asked to be tagged (all at the bottom <3), it made me feel so motivated to write. if you would also like to be tagged please message me. your feedback is always appreciated!

chapter two : “on my pillow, can’t get me tired”

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Taehyung didn’t remember sleeping anywhere near you last night.

He remembered that even though you willingly agreed to share the same bed, he still opted for caution and slept with the most space between you two as possible.

Though when his eyes fluttered open the next morning, eyeballs burning from the light that bled into the suite, the first thing he realized was that he was not on his side of the bed from last night.

No, he had somehow gravitated towards the center, and as if almost on cue, your slight movement and the sound of your breathing alerted him of your nearby presence.

Peering down at you, Taehyung caught sight of your sleepy head turned towards him and lying on his arm, his other thrown over your torso with you unsuspectingly nuzzled into his side.

Taehyung’s eyes shot open, acknowledging he had succumbed to his habit of hugging something to sleep during the course of the night and he internally panicked. He began retracting his arms slowly, just about drawing himself from you until alarms rang in his head at the sight of you stirring in your sleep.

Taehyung took the golden opportunity to sit up in a flash, having to physically shake his head to rid the image of your tranquil, sleeping face from his brain, crushing the thought that it was kind of cute.

He found himself chanting the same denial from last night, he couldn’t be thinking of such complicated things concerning you when he knew the second he’d step foot inside his home, there’d be a mountain of paperwork ready for him; even more on his work desk.

He had to be thinking about his job, not you.

Even if Taehyung was married now, it wouldn’t lessen the amount of work that plagued his life nor make it any less demanding. If anything, his life would be harder now considering the fact that he had another priority to add to his list, another aspect of his life he had to split his attention between.

He didn’t necessarily hate the idea, just found himself needing to work harder than he already was.

Taehyung sighed heavily at the thought and swung his legs off the bed, rubbing his tired eyes. He took a moment to look back at you, thinking if he observed you a second time he’d be able to piece together how the hell you two ended up in that position, that close.

By evidence of the forgotten blanket half-thrown off you, he could see you were the tossing-and-turning type, maybe the only explanation for your proximity considering he was the same.

He also noticed you slept all curled up, like you were cold and the only warmth you knew was snuggling yourself.

Cute.

There it was again, cute.

Why does that word even exist?

Taehyung discarded the notion altogether and stood to his feet, stretching out his stiff muscles. He made for the bathroom eagerly to begin his day, though not without fixing at least some of the blanket back onto you.

“You don’t have a driver?”

“Not for everywhere I go. I have two hands, I can drive myself.” Taehyung made it a statement to jazz hands at you, showcasing the perfectly capable limbs he was gifted with.

“That’s.. nice, actually. I always see asshole CEO’s getting other people to drive them around.” You relayed as you trailed behind Taehyung, letting him lead you towards the front of the hotel where dozens of expensive cars lined the curb side.

You had no clue which luxury vehicle belonged to Taehyung because quite frankly, he could probably afford every car your eyes caught sight of. It wasn’t until he approached a certain one and retrieved his keys from the valet that your jaw completely dropped, floored.

“This is your car?” You gawked, the sleek design, crispness of its shape and nearly sparkling gloss completely sweeping you off your feet.

“Yeah, think someone like me can’t get a car like this?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow, gesturing towards himself.

“It’s just-wow. Mercedes CLS?” You inquired without really looking at him, inspecting the car instead as you admired its every curve. Safe to say, you were beyond in love with it. Even if you were always more of a minimalist and preferred the average product, there was just something gorgeous about luxury cars that appealed to you.

“Yeah, actually it is.” Taehyung looked at you impressed, momentarily reminded of just how different you were compared to any other woman he’s chanced upon.

How many of them knew car models?

Taehyung was intrigued by the fact before speaking with one of the hotel workers, confirming if they had loaded his car with both your luggage and some wedding sentiments your parents insisted you keep.

Once receiving affirmation Taehyung made towards your side of the car and pulled the door open. He flashed you a tight-lipped smile as he gestured for you to hop in, drawing you out of your stupor. You thanked him warmly before sliding into your seat.

He let you scramble in comfortably before shutting the door and walking to his side, positioning himself in and clicking on his seatbelt. He watched as your expression lit up once occupying the car, face beaming with excitement as you touched and drank in at the high-end features the vehicle had to offer. Taehyung found himself smiling before he licked his lips and straightened his face, igniting the engine and beginning the smooth drive.

It was easy to settle the debate on where you both would be living. Taehyung was an enormously rich CEO who lived in an expensive, massive home while you lived in a measly apartment. You knew it was useless to live separately, even more useless to have him live with you. And so you agreed without protest to pack your things and relocate, begin your move into the house you’d share with him for a lifetime.

The car ride remained quite silent, you mindlessly bopping your head to whatever mainstream song played on the radio, while Taehyung tapped his fingers against the steering wheel or his lap.

You found your eyes wandering to his slender fingers wrapped around the wheel every so often, sometimes venturing to the other one he placed against his thigh. You began reprimanding yourself once you realized with all the staring, observing and ogling, you most certainly had a thing for his hands already.

Fuck.

They were just so big, bigger than what you’ve seen of the average man and it didn’t help that they looked crafted to perfection.

There was just something about the veins that decorated them, his palm large in size as his fingers seemed deft turning and working the steering wheel. His little accessories like a ring or two, bracelets and his watch did absolutely nothing to deter your interest either.

It only increased once you realized he looked good driving, really good. You knew men had this common attractiveness to them when they drove, watching them all focused and effortlessly working the car somehow sexy; but watching Taehyung drive was another experience entirely.

He looked insanely hot, and you felt like throwing yourself out your window for even thinking such a thing. It was another case of you ogling him without realizing until his deep voice suddenly fished you out of your thoughts, questioning. “Did you like the wedding?”

“Huh?”

“The wedding, did you like it?” Taehyung repeated, glancing at you.

“Does it really matter if I did?” You asked, this one phrase seeming to perfectly sum up the misfortune of your life, provoking an ironic laugh even.

“I think it does. A bride should always enjoy her wedding.”

“Well, I didn’t.” You deadpanned, your expression turning frustrated having to remember that one of, if not the most special night of your life had just been robbed of you, thrown to the wolves while you were only left to accept the sad fact.

“C’mon, you didn’t enjoy a single thing?” Taehyung didn’t mean to flash back to the kiss you two shared, though found himself doing exactly so.

You didn’t enjoy that? he questioned in his head.

“Not really, I just imagined having more choice in the wedding.” You answered honestly, trying not to sulk so much. “It’s not you, I just... thought I’d be able to decide things at my own wedding. I’m grateful your parents did so much, but I didn’t really get to choose anything.” You grew more solemn as your gaze fixated on nothing, watching the world pass you by through the car window.

“My favourite flowers weren’t even there.” You said only despondently to yourself, shoulders drooping, though Taehyung didn’t miss it.

“You don’t like roses?”

Your eyes flashed towards him with furrowed eyebrows, surprised he heard your comment. You straightened up before shrugging back a response. “I like peonies.”

Taehyung looked at your side profile as you turned away, finding the conversation turning more sorrowful than he liked. He allowed some silence to linger as you leaned your chin against your palm, boringly watching the bustling streets.

He decided to change the subject.

“So you don’t think I’m an asshole, huh?”

“What?”

“You said you always see ‘asshole CEO’s’ getting people to drive them around. But I don’t, so I’m not an asshole to you?” Taehyung halved his attention between you and the road, glancing in your direction with one hand working the steering wheel.

You thought the question over, “No, you’re not an asshole.” You said simply, distracted by the thoughts that previously occupied your mind.

“I see.” Taehyung pursed his lips. Another beat of silence passed through the downcast air before Taehyung perked up again.

“Is it just the driving? Or do you have other criteria?” Taehyung asked inquisitively, leaning back into his seat as he observed you.

You could detect from the corner of your eyes the way his stance drew attention to his legs, thighs broad as he sat. “I guess there is.”

“Like what?”

You didn’t really know why Taehyung was so curious. You thought it was common knowledge what the stereotypical asshole CEO was like; they were nearly all jerks with horrible one-percenter mentalities and treated people like gravel.

You scoffed a bit. “They’re usually so full of themselves. They act like they own the place all the time, which makes sense at their own companies but not everywhere else. It’s like the position gets to their heads. Even the way they talk is condescending, belittling, or straight up rude to anyone not on their level. It wouldn’t kill to be nice.” You revealed almost too eagerly, avoiding eye contact with Taehyung as you viewed the traffic on the road ahead, remembering he was a CEO himself.

Long story short, you’ve had your fair share of experiences meeting them as you grew up during the beginnings of your father’s company. They were quick to skew your opinion ever since you watched the way they treated your father all due to having a start-up, for simply being small in name or reputation. They acted like he was less than, some even daring to behave as though his company would simply never make it.

It always boiled your blood, left an extremely distasteful image of CEOs and the business world in your head.

And you were certain it all sucked after that.

“Understandable.” Taehyung nodded agreeably. “But you think I don’t fit any of that?” He rested a hand against his thigh, sitting laxed as he spread his legs apart further. This time it was definitely hard to miss the way they appeared, all laid out and long as your eyes drank him in, following up his thighs all the way to his-

“You don’t. I thought maybe since you’re super successful you’d be full of yourself. But you’re not, really.” You snapped yourself out of whatever the hell you were doing, trying to refocus on the conversation.

“Ah, seems like a stepping stone.”

“Stepping stone? Towards what?”

“Towards you not hating me.” His voice came out with a more solemn timbre than you expected, his jaw tightening for a mere second.

Taehyung only thought such a thing because even if he decided you didn’t harbour negative feelings towards him, there was no way of him determining whether that was true or not without your real input.

“I don’t hate you, Taehyung. I don’t.. think I can.” You claimed with poignancy, his statement causing you to reflect on your own feelings about him.

You don’t hate Taehyung, you couldn’t because he did absolutely nothing wrong in this situation. He was dragged in just like you were. You only despised the unfairness of the arrangement, not him.

There wasn’t much to hate about him.

“So you’re saying you like me then, aren’t you?” Taehyung suddenly teased light-heartedly, all smug as his amused eyes flickered to you.

“Shut up, I never said that.” You turned away, scandalized by his remark.

“I’m kidding. But, why do you think you can’t hate me? I pretty much.. ruined your life.” Taehyung internally felt his chest tighten at the words, remembering the exact thoughts from where he stood no less than 24 hours ago, seconds from lawfully marrying you.

“And I didn’t ruin yours?” This time you turned your gaze towards Taehyung, meaningfully. Your eyes instinctively communicated your emotions as they locked with his for a moment, Taehyung all attentive.

“I took away from you just as much you took away from me. We both ruined each other’s lives, there’s no use in blaming each other. That’s why I can’t hate you.” You finalized, crossing your arms and opting to watch the passing buildings through your window again.

Taehyung absorbed your sudden confession with reason, realizing that in a sense, you two were partners in this unfortunate case. Even if your matrimony constituted a forced partnership neither of you liked, there seemed to be a natural comradery in having to deal with the aftermath of that forced partnership.

Trying to accept it.

“I don’t think I can hate you, either.” Taehyung admitted, ending the more miserable part of the conversation as you fell silent. You thought he was done until he decided to bother you again.

“I think you’re still saying you like me, though.”

You turned to him half-appalled before pointing towards the road, eyes narrowed. “Just drive us home, will you?”

Taehyung laughed at the moment and pressed down on the accelerator, internally grinning at the fact you never said no to his statement.

“This is your house?” You found yourself gawking again at something that belonged to Taehyung, stepping inside a luxury home you’ve only ever dreamed of living in. Sure, you lived with your parents until you were 18, though your father was still starting out with his company for most of those years, not exactly owning anything too luxurious until after you permanently moved out.

So as you stood trying to prop your heels off yourself, your jaw dropped at the sheer elegance and high-status look to the interior of Taehyung’s home. You had already done enough gawking at the exterior, but being inside and processing the fact that you were now to inhabit this home for the rest of your life sent another wave of shock.

You immediately observed Taehyung was the type who decorated his home with only the finest, his taste easily identifiable. Aesthetic, lavish, charming. He seemed like a man of utter simplicity though his home said otherwise, showcasing an artistic, exquisite feel you never really expected from him.

“When will you stop saying that?” He titled his head and smiled through a laugh, removing his shoes and slipping into his indoor slippers.

“Right, sorry.” You were still struggling for normalcy, somehow forgetting almost every hour Taehyung’s wealth and only registering it once you saw something that indicated it.

Taehyung sauntered inside and took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of his abode. He enjoyed nothing more than being home, in the comfort of his own space. Especially for someone who worked so busily, he found pleasure in doing the bare minimum at home. Relishing in the feeling right now, he pressed his lips together in a smile before glancing back at your struggling figure, catching sight of your size.

His eyebrows shot up to the sky. “Woah, you’re short.”

“Huh?”

“I think I’ve only ever seen you in heels.” Taehyung informed. “Now that you’re not wearing them you’re a lot shorter than I thought. You’re tiny.” He pointed out as he eyed you from head to toe, processing the amount of height you lost simply from removing your shoes.

“I mean, that’s kind of what heels do, you know, they add height.” You deadpanned, stating the obvious for him.

“Sorry, it’s just..” Kind of cute, he thought, though fought for another response. “I could probably throw you.”

Nice save.

“Excuse me? It’s not my fault you’re so tall.” You scowled at him. “Besides, you’re all height and no muscle, you probably can’t even carry me.”

“Wanna see me try?” Taehyung was already coming towards you with his arms held out and you sputtered immediately, “No, no, no.” you held your hands up defensively. “Let’s just start the house tour, yeah?” you offered a smile for compromise.

“That’s what I thought.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes coyly and turned on his heel, signaling you to follow him.

What you realized strolling through the home as Taehyung discussed its details was that it emphatically represented him like an open book. Even if Taehyung was predominantly unreadable and seemed to always hide a mystery behind his eyes, you could see nearly all of him reflected in his home.

You often found valuable trinkets or sentiments scattered around the house. It seemed like he cherished a lot of things in his life, namely memories or people. It would also be hard to miss the exquisite selection of paintings and embellishments he draped the walls with, all harbouring their own charm and adding to the overall artistic feel of his home.

There were famous works consisting of Vincent Van Gogh all the way to local Korean artists you’ve never heard of, though admired their work.

It seemed as though he selected the paintings himself.

Another large aspect you couldn’t miss were the many photos he kept, calling to question whether they were of his own work.

“Did you take these?” You approached a shelf in one of his grand hallways on the second floor, hand brushing the wooden frame of a captured photo; six men including Taehyung himself posing comfortably, like they were extremely close, backdrop reflecting what seemed to be a trip.

“I took all of them.” He stated casually, hands tucked into his pockets as he eyed the shelf along with you.

“All?”

He simply nodded and didn’t elaborate further as he watched you admire the photos, yourself impressed by his adeptness for photography.

“You’re really good.” You complimented absentmindedly, enjoying the other photos of not only people but scenery, empty streets, candid shots from what looked to be his own little adventures.

“Thanks.” Was all Taehyung could manage, trying to mask the sheer gratitude he felt hearing the first ever person to admire his work; something that wasn’t related to being a CEO or a businessman.

He also felt slightly embarrassed you’d seen a small part of him he usually hid.

Taehyung continued walking down the hallway until he reached the end, revealing what you could tell was the largest room in the house. You were thrown off by just how unnecessarily large it was. It seriously reminded you of an extravagant hotel suite, more like the grandest one among them.

“This is our room.” Taehyung introduced, gesturing towards its interior.

“Our?”

Taehyung nodded “I should’ve told you earlier but I wanted us to sleep in the same room. If we slept apart our marriage wouldn’t look convincing to my two housekeepers. I trust them but I don’t want any information about us getting out to the public, not over my dead body.” Taehyung stated in earnest as he relayed the information, wandering further into the room.

“You really care that much about publicity?” you genuinely questioned.

Taehyung scoffed. “Not me, I couldn’t care less about what people think.” He denied instantly, almost laughably. “It’s my father. He hates bad press, especially concerning our family or the company.”

“I thought bad press is still press, so it’s good.” You suggested as you followed him further into the room, admiring that though large, his room held a sense of comfort to it. Quite frankly, all of his home felt rather welcoming and cozy, surprising of a CEO who ran such a monstrously successful company.

“My father doesn’t think so. Kim Enterprises has always been generational, each of our CEO positions strictly kept within the family. Our name is our brand and pride, it alone accounts for at least half of our success. We’re extremely well-known for our high status, it’s just plain fact in the upper social circles of Korea. We can’t afford to taint our name with petty things like bad press or corruption, our reputation is too valuable.” Taehyung stated this all nonchalantly as he adjusted his suit jacket in his mirror, like it was something he’s grown accustomed to and has known all his life.

You found your opinion impeding his words.

“So you can never just, escape this life? As long as you’re a Kim you’re bound to this company?” You found the concept wildly restrictive, clearly shackling down any person that would run the business and you felt a disagreeing shiver shoot through your spine.

“Of course, why would you want anything else?” Taehyung tiled his head to the side, eyeing you in genuine questioning and your entire being was trying to bite back the desire to correct him, tell him there’s so much more to life than just some company your family owns. Though you opted for changing the subject instead, unwilling to step on his toes and dictate his life when you knew next to nothing about it.

It wasn’t your place.

“Woah, you have a balcony?!” You exclaimed with a simper, eyes flickering towards the curtains that revealed two ajar French doors leading to an open space.

You made towards it excitedly and stopped just in the middle of the platform, enjoying the breeze of the fresh air.

“It’s my favourite part of the house.” You didn’t even realize Taehyung followed you until his towering figure stood directly behind you, feeling his proximity permeate through your body.

You swallowed.

“Why don’t you look at the view?” Taehyung cocked his head towards the railing of the balcony, though you didn’t move a step.

You weren’t about to tell Taehyung you’re terribly afraid of heights.

“I-I can see from here. Wow, looks beautiful.” You perked up superficially, trying to throw him off and changing the subject again. “By the way, what’s our closet situation gonna look like?”

“Ah, let me show you.” Taehyung strided back into the room towards the sliding double doors you spotted earlier. He almost theatrically glided both dark wooden panels open and your jaw dropped for the 47th time today.

You were welcomed by a ridiculously large walk-in closet, enough to be renovated into its own bedroom. You simply couldn’t normalize its size, especially after registering every suit, tie, watch or accessory Taehyung stored in the gracious space.

You couldn’t even begin to imagine how much money lied in here.

“Oh my God.” Was all you could manage, meandering in sparingly as you viewed each and every expensive piece he owned in the room, no doubt of the highest quality designers, finest of men’s fashion.

“You don’t have to worry about unpacking and moving in here, the housekeepers will do that for you.” Taehyung watched as you looked upon in awe, finding the way your eyes sparkled with emotion very similar to that of Bambi’s.

“How will I fit-”

“I specifically made space for you, there’s enough.” Taehyung stated, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. He’d resolved a while ago he really would try to take this marriage seriously, victoriously achieve the work-life balance his father kept preaching.

He saw giving up his closet space as the first step.

It was indeed so because Taehyung thoroughly enjoyed fashion. He genuinely adored every suit, accessory and outfit in his collection, though if he wanted to reach this new goal of balance, successfully add you to his list of priorities, then he had to be willing to cut down.

Even if that meant reallocating a third of his exorbitant wardrobe just for you, he’d try not to mind.

“Are you sure? I could just use another room’s-”

“I want to.” Taehyung finalized as his eyes turned unreadable from across the room, locking his gaze with yours and you were only left to look back impressed, his generosity unforeseen.

“Thank you.” You voiced a little weak, still shy by the suffocating nature of his stare.

“Don’t mention it.” He offered plainly, propping himself off the wall. He looked off to the side eyeing the empty pockets of space he left for you, until your voice called out to him.

“Taehyung.”

“Hm?” He snapped his vision back to you.

You wanted to ask him something, more so a favour and you were unsure how to word the request. “Um.. I didn’t want to ask so openly, but..” You found yourself beating around the bush, timid of what his response would be.

“Go on.”

“Um, so it seemed like there were a lot of empty rooms in this house, and I was just wondering if I could maybe.. transform one of them into an art studio for myself?” You winced at your own request.

“I’m sorry, it’s just I had one at my old place and it really grew on me. I would get most of my work done in that room and gained a lot of inspiration from it. I have a lot of art supplies and designed often in that studio, so I need a home for all my supplies and it would suck getting rid of it all. I’m sorry it means I would have to steal one of your rooms in the house, if you don’t want me to then-”

Taehyung couldn’t help but break out into a small grin as he watched you ramble on, shyly fidget with your fingers, so apprehensive of asking him for something and it reminded him why he was so eager to provide you with anything you wanted.

You spent too long trying to do everything on your own, achieve everything on your own, relying solely on yourself. Taehyung could see this all as plain as day, quite enjoying of how he’s never really met someone like you, and wanted you to know you didn’t always have to be so independent.

Especially with him.

“Y/N.” He called out to you with the same honey-coloured tone from last night, stopping you. Your eyes flickered to his, awaiting his next sentence and Taehyung already found himself having a thing for your doe-eyes.

Fuck.

“Of course you can have a room. You can have anything in this house. It’s yours.” Taehyung stated with a degree of assurance, his eyes locking with yours in earnest.

You both shared a look as your lips curved into a gracious smile, biting your lip to contain it. His stare wasn’t so much intimidating as it was merely.. calm. Gazing at you for the sole purpose of gazing, and you found some heat rushing to your face under his scrutiny.

Taehyung seemed to realize he was staring and immediately cleared his throat, turning a little nervous as he began another conversation. “So um, I’m sorry to say this,” he began with unease, almost apprehensive and you didn’t know what he was so sorry about. “But I have work today.”

You blinked. “What?”

Taehyung internally winced at your reaction, hands finding his pockets. “I took some time off for the wedding, so now I have twice the amount of work left behind. I need to complete it.” He informed straightforwardly.

“Our wedding was just yesterday, though, aren’t you tired?” You were only taken aback because you were slightly concerned for his wellbeing, wasn’t he tired from yesterday? You recalled him knocking out almost immediately upon hitting the pillow of your hotel bed last night, snoozing away.

“Maybe, but I can’t afford to rest. I’ll only have more to complete if I do, so I won’t be spending anymore time with you today.” Taehyung relayed the information, readying himself for the even greater disappointing news he’d be passing on.

“Actually, we won’t be able to go on our honeymoon, either.” Taehyung thought it was best to slip in all the bad news, growing more and more unrelaxed as he was unsure of how you’d react.

Though what you said next had him nearly floored.

“Honeymoon? Taehyung, that’s the least of my concerns, you should at least rest a day before getting back to work. That’s not really healthy.” You chastised him as lightly as possible, still afraid to be stepping on his toes when you didn’t know his life.

Taehyung was certain you’d hate having been stripped of a beautiful vacation where you could’ve relaxed in the sun and tropics of Cancun. Your father had mentioned to him you’ve always longed to visit the breath-taking city in Mexico, its clear waters and tropical air as a means to truly get away from your stifling life.

So when he found you disregarding the trip altogether and instead focusing on him, more precisely his health, he was left damn well speechless.

There you were again paying attention to the littlest things about him he didn’t care much for; he still had that bandage you offered him a month ago tucked into one of his pockets, not wanting to use the adhesive just yet.

“I’ll be fine. I’m just sorry we can’t go on the vacation because of me, it would’ve been nice, you know?” Taehyung apologized, feeling genuinely guilty for having ruined the honeymoon. Even if you two weren’t going to travel as some lovey-dovey couple, you both simply could’ve enjoyed the time off.

“It’s okay, just, at least work from home today. Heading to the office would be too much.” You suggested for the sake of the fatigue you could discern on him.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m gonna be home for the next few days since everyone thinks we’ll be on our honeymoon.”

“Oh. That’s.. good.” You nodded faintly, half at the idea you two were even faking your honeymoon and half at the blasphemous energy he had to work after yesterday.

The sleep from last night was nearly not enough to recharge from the antics of the wedding, having drained your batteries for the next few days. You were certain his were drained too; he was half the damn couple.

“I should get going. I’ll send Mrs. Choi and Seo up with your things. They’re probably finished with lunch too, you should eat.” Taehyung advised as he stepped out of the walk-in closet, running a hand through his gorgeous hair and you couldn’t help but ogle at the sexy way his strands fell back on him.

“Okay.” You voiced as you followed him out, watching him near the room’s door and just about to vacate the premise before you spoke up. “Taehyung.”

He stopped in his tracks, peering back at you. “Yes?”

“You should eat something, too.”

Taehyung half-smiled at you with a nod “Sure”, before stepping out of the room, leaving you alone.

And you couldn’t help but kind of like the way he smiles.

It was well into the evening now, bordering dinner time as you helped the last of your clothes into Taehyung’s closet, refusing to let the older housekeepers do all the work by themselves considering it was your own luggage.

You also tried to occupy Taehyung’s room as scarcely as you could with your belongings, feeling odd about suddenly moving in with all your might and changing things around. It just didn’t feel appropriate, like you were invading his space and so you opted for scattering only your necessary items.

“That should be the last of it, Mrs. Choi.” You retrieved your last piece of clothing from the rather soft-spoken housekeeper, tucking the blazer away among the rest. You were satisfied to see not only your wardrobe neatly organized now, but fit just about right with Taehyung’s things.

He was right about space, there was enough.

“Mrs. Kim, please rest. You didn't have to move a muscle at all for us.” Mrs. Choi remarked, genuinely concerned for you.

“Yes, please, Mrs. Kim. We can finish up with the little things. I’ve just finished preparing dinner downstairs, you should eat.” Mrs. Seo chimed in as she entered the walk-in closet, gesturing towards the door.

“Are you sure? I can-”

“Mrs. Kim, you’re very kind for offering your help, we’re very grateful you’ve done so. Though we are Mr. Kim’s housekeepers, we are meant to care for his home and his lovely wife. You need not worry about helping us.” Mrs. Choi stated with an earnest tone, speaking respectfully as she addressed you.

You were going to protest again before you considered her words, registering that if you indeed helped them, it would technically negate the entire purpose of their work.

You bit back your reply as a result, crafting a new one.

“I see, I’m sorry, Mrs. Seo, Mrs. Choi. I’m just.. very used to doing things on my own,” you looked towards the ground. “I apologize.” You almost dipped for a bow until Mrs. Choi rapidly cautioned you, scrambling towards your figure.

“Oh dear, Mrs. Kim! You do not need to bow to us, you’re Mr. Kim’s wife, you are the one who is bowed to.”

“Yes, you do not need to apologize either, we appreciate your help, it was very sweet of you.” Mrs. Seo added with a warm smile, bowing to you instead. “Please go for dinner downstairs, I’ve also informed Mr. Kim for dinner, though I’m unsure if he has made his way down yet.” She added on, urging you towards the room's exit and you recognized it was probably better to listen to her.

Even if all this high-class, status stuff had yet to sink in or make sense to you after being away for so long, you understood there was an eventual tolerance you had to build for it. Just as Mrs. Choi said, you’re Kim Taehyung’s wife now, and that came with a hell lot of status you hadn’t even scratched the surface of yet.

You could already tell it was going to be a pain in the ass.

“I suppose I should. I’ll get going, then.” You smiled graciously at both women, appreciative of their kindness and began vacating the closet. You just about pulled the room door open before Mrs. Seo suddenly came to you.

“Oh! Mrs. Kim,” she halted you. “I was informed by Mr. Kim to provide this to you. He would have done so himself though he’s quite busy at the moment.” Mrs. Seo extended her hand and presented a pristine looking card, black and incredibly sleek in design. Your eyebrows furrowed until you noticed the telltale symbols, almost ominously minimal branding indicating a rare card only those with some of the highest networths in Korea could own.

Your eyes widened in horror.

The Black Card.

“P-pardon?” You needed her to reiterate, there was no way Kim Taehyung was giving you a black card, the same card that was limitless on credit and only exclusively owned by the affluent one-percenters of society.

“He’s informed me this belongs to you now, and that you’re to keep it in your possession.” Mrs. Seo elaborated, smiling through the mental whiplash you were currently experiencing.

“Belongs to.. me? This is mine?” You were still having trouble processing, why would Taehyung be gifting you this? Who’s account was it even attached to? Was it yours and he’s decided to graciously pay all the expensive fees, or worse, was it joined with his own account?

Don’t tell me it’s joined with his account.

“Yes, Mrs. Kim. It’s yours.” Mrs. Seo held it out more outwardly, nudging it in your direction.

Your mouth fell agape for another second before you mentally collected yourself, quickly grabbing the card and thanking her as you made your exit, marching through the house for Taehyung’s unbelievable ass.

Taehyung could not be providing you with this card. It was irrational, simply had to have been a decision he made with at least two bottles of soju in him, right? You didn’t care what his reasoning would be, you were denying and returning this. There was no way in hell you’d accept this card, especially if he linked his own personal account to it.

You tried loosely recalling where Taehyung mentioned his study, logically assuming he was working there. You inspected majority of the second floor, working your way through the halls until you finally caught sight of the familiar wooden doors with glass panels, slightly ajar, light bleeding through.

You made for the room quickly and stormed in without a care, attempting to steady your breathing from all the rushing around. You caught Taehyung completely off guard, having shredded his suit jacket to instead sport the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt, adorning black-rimmed, designer glasses.

He looked 100x hotter than he should’ve.

Taehyung suddenly propped up from the leaned-back position he’d assumed on his chair, expression caught by surprise. “Y/N?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowing.

You held up the card and addressed him immediately. “Taehyung, what’s this? Why are you giving this to me?” You huffed, looking at him incredulously.

“The card? For you to use..?” Taehyung responded cooperatively, confused as to why you seemed so frazzled.

“But why, Taehyung? This is a black card, the annual fees on this are insane and I can’t pay-”

“You’re not paying for them, I am.” Taehyung cut in, shutting the binder he was holding and placing it on his desk.

“What? No, no way. If it’s my account then I should be the one-”

“It’s not your account, either, it’s mine.” Taehyung brought his elbows to his desk, hands clasped together in front of his lips. It was now he gave you that same intimidating stare he did back when you first met him, calculative and devoid of expression.

It seemed he did this when he got serious.

“Your account? But-Taehyung, this is your money, I can’t just have it. Please, take this back.” You stepped towards his desk to return the card eagerly, but Taehyung’s firm tone stopped you.

“No, it’s yours. I gave it to you to keep.” His words held this underlying sense of authority, scratch that, dominance when he spoke seriously, resolute. You could instantly tell he possessed a natural sense of alpha male characteristics, enough that even though he wasn’t being harsh or looming, his words and the tone he coated them with held more power than you could manifest.

You almost cowered, but remained adamant on returning the card. It was worse with the card attached to his account, you couldn’t just keep Taehyung’s money like it was your own, it simply wasn’t. Your money sat ordinarily in a separate account on a separate card, which you were happy enough to use. You weren’t going to mooch off of him, it went against every principle that made up your very being.

“This is your money, Taehyung. I have no right to use it.”

“You’re my wife. You have every right in the world to use it.” Taehyung countered with no emotion, or at least any you could discern, uncertain what was running through his mind with only his eyes as a guide towards the answer.

And you knew his eyes didn’t tell.

“Taehyung, this doesn’t feel right to me. This isn’t my money and I can’t use it.” You emphasized more strongly, drawing closer to his desk though halting your actions once he spoke again.

“My money is your money, you can always use it.” You knew he was relaxed, appearing practically unbothered as he leaned onto his desk and eyed you. Though with the intense look in his eyes, his aura screaming for anyone within the vicinity to submit to him, he could easily seem frustrated with the situation, namely you.

And it made you want to crawl into a hole.

“No, it isn’t. I’ve already intruded your home, taken your closet, your room and even an extra one just for myself. I will not take your money either. Please, take this back.” You held out the card more prominently, desperate to have him understand you.

Taehyung wasn’t necessarily frustrated by you, no, he was slightly pissed you kept referring to everything as just his and not yours, that he was the only one considering you two as a married couple now while you still viewed each other separately.

Did you not see him as your husband yet?

He also disliked the fact that you seemed scared of him, or unable to trust him like last night. He could see you fighting back the urge to cower away, genuinely upsetting him you still held a degree of fear and unsureness in your eyes.

Why are you so afraid of me?

“Y/N, everything isn’t just mine anymore, it’s yours, too. We’re a married couple, husband and wife. What’s mine is yours.” Taehyung tried to reason, loosening himself up more to seem less intimidating, more approachable.

“But money, Taehyung-it’s different. I didn’t even want to take my own father’s money, there’s no way I’ll take yours, please.” Pleading leaked into your tone as you lips started doing that thing where they just about pout, emphasizing their plushiness and Taehyung couldn’t help but notice it again.

He started growing frustrated as he removed his glasses, placing them on his desk and pinching the bridge of his nose. It seemed like he was digesting the situation, searching for the best approach.

“Y/N, look. I know the kind of situation you had with your father, but I’m not him. Didn’t you hear what Mrs. Choi and Seo addressed you as?”

You thought it over, unknowing of where he was taking this. “They.. called me Mrs. Kim.”

“Exactly. Even my last name is yours, everything I have is yours. I’m your husband, I’m always going to provide you with things from now on. That card is just one of many.” Taehyung offered his best explanation, making sure his tone wasn’t as serious to sidetrack any fear you still had.

“I understand. But this is a black card, Taehyung, and it’s your hard-earned money, not mine. It feels wrong even just having it.” You couldn’t fight your inner turmoil, you genuinely believed this to be wrong. After spending almost a decade trying to work for yourself, pay for yourself, seldom seeking the help of another, this just left a disagreeing feeling to churn in your stomach.

Taehyung sighed heavily before pushing his chair back, rising from his seat. He made his way over to you where you grew unintentionally defensive, retracting from him slightly as he neared you. He noticed it and pursed his lips, reaching out for your upper arms and taking them warmly, tenderly, waiting for your eyes to meet his before he spoke to you.

“Y/N, do you remember what I said before I kissed you yesterday?”

Your eyes widened having been reminded of the intimate moment, nodding at him innocently. Taehyung witnessed you trying to avoid eye contact and found himself softening.

“I didn’t say that without reason. I meant it when I said I would take care of you. Your father is a different story, if you don’t want to use his money, I respect that. But I’m your husband, and I want to be a good one. I want to give you things.. do things for you simply because I want to.” Taehyung reasoned, gripping you lightly. “I want you to use my money, you’re allowed to use it.” He tried voicing with sincerity, earnestly, hoping he could change your mind.

He saw you still hesitating to accept the offer, however, deciding on a compromise.

“Look, you don’t have to use it all the time. You can still use your own card, but you can use mine here and there. Seriously, Y/N, using it won’t even make a dent on me. I’m the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, use it at your discretion.” Taehyung could practically see your gears shifting, searching for your eyes as he wished you’d understand him.

He saw this as a second step towards work-life balance, only feeling the responsibility and genuine desire to be the good husband in spite of the unfortunate nature of your marriage. He didn’t want any doubt concerning his ability to be a good husband, either.

After all, when Taehyung did something, he always did the best he possibly could.

“Okay, I guess you’re right. But I do have my own money, and I’ll be using that 100x more often than yours.” You relaxed and oddly let him hold you, looking down at the black card that rested in your hand and clutching it to your palm.

Taehyung realized he was still holding you and let go, retiring to fluff his hair instead. You caught a glimpse of his bicep underneath his rolled up sleeve as he did so, and you truly hated you chose a time like this to find him stunningly attractive.

“You should come downstairs, Mrs. Seo prepared dinner.” You ignored your thoughts.

“You go first, I’ll be down in a second.”

You nodded agreeably and turned away, leaving his study. You took a second look at the card in your hand, then glanced around the house as you strolled through it, trying to embed what Taehyung said into the crevices of your resistant thinking.

Everything I have is yours, you reiterated, registering that Taehyung had in fact grown accustomed to the idea of you two as a couple already. He’s accepted it, embraced it, even enforced it now with his earlier declarations and this black card. You automatically felt behind, like you were the tortoise in the race and needed to pick up your pace.

If Taehyung had already come to terms with your marriage, it was only a matter of time before you did as well. Marriage is a two-way street, and if you wanted to make this easier on both yourself and Taehyung, you would compromise with him, accept the true sense of partnership that entailed your status as husband and wife.

Thus was the exact mantra that played in your head as you fiddled with the card, remembering the way his big hands held you.

Warm.

It was night.

You could say it was like any other ordinary night, though that would be a gargantuan lie.

This night was the first time Taehyung and yourself were going to sleep in the same bed.

In your own home.

The hotel suite left you both with your own space and privacy since it was a random, public room with no personality or attachment to it whatsoever, making it easier and comfortable to sleep with him.

So when you emerged from your walk-in closet in a thin camisole, loose pajama shorts and without a bra, you were cursing yourself. God damn you for needing to sleep in minimal clothing for comfort. You’d slept in a loose t-shirt and bottoms at the suite last night since it was a public room, and long story short, it left you tossing and turning more than you liked.

You had no clue prior to arriving here that you’d be sharing a room with Taehyung. You’d expected to sleep in a different one, in the privacy of your own room where you could prance around as you wished and as a result packed your usual sleepwear.

But now that you were left having to slumber with Taehyung, clothes on the more revealing side, there was no turning back.

And what there was truly no turning back from, was when you opened the closet door and your eyes landed on Taehyung’s shirtless, wet self drying his hair after a shower.

You immediately malfunctioned.

Your eyes fell to his bare back, ruffling his wet hair as his plaid pajama pants hung loosely at his hips. You immediately exclaimed and clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to shut yourself up.

You did not expect at all for Taehyung to have such honey-coloured skin. It was like it naturally glowed, a healthy tone that made him appear all the more delectable. It certainly didn’t help that his shoulders were broader than you first observed, sincerely an other-worldly experience when he wasn’t wearing clothes.

You also got an all-access view of his trap muscles, adding to the width of his shoulders overall and when Taehyung turned around to the sound of the closet door opening, gaze locking with yours, you could confirm his neck, chest and collarbones were indeed crafted to perfection.

Taehyung’s eyes widened momentarily drinking you in, not expecting your light sleepwear when just last night he witnessed you in a full pajama set. Not to mention, and he hated that he could tell, but you weren't wearing a bra.

And the camisole did nothing to hide that.

Taehyung straightened himself up realizing you two were practically gawking at each other, resting the towel around his neck as he cleared his throat. “That’s what you sleep in?”

“That’s what you sleep in?” You retorted, arms over your chest.

“Guys usually sleep shirtless, this is normal.” Taehyung gestured towards his own body and you had half a mind to floor yourself. It’s like Taehyung knew but also didn’t know he was hot, knew the effect he had on people though never grew cocky or proud enough to purposefully parade it around.

And it frustrated you even more; he was fairly humble about being a sexy Greek God.

“Girls sleep like this too, this is normal.” You copied him, looking off to the side.

“I was kidding, I only sleep shirtless sometimes. Just get in bed.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes as he gestured towards the sheets, returning to his palace of a bathroom to toss his towel in the hamper and pull a t-shirt over his head.

You wanted to move, feet just about ready to carry you but you never abandoned your spot. Instead, you pressed your lips into a thin line contemplating that sharing a bed with Taehyung, in clothes like this and in such proximity, all held a degree of intimacy you didn’t know you two shared yet.

It’s only been a day.

So when Taehyung returned to your unmoving figure, arms holding your chest and avoiding eye contact with him, he was quick to get the message.

“Um.. if you really don’t want to sleep here, I can give you another room.” Taehyung offered, figuring himself this may be too soon.

“No, it’s okay, that’d be kind of a hassle.” You waved him off. “Besides, your bed looks comfy.”

You were honestly trying to live up to your acceptance that Taehyung was the man you’d spend your life with now, so you’d better start getting use to him. You’d sleep next to him for numerous nights, spend endless days together and share a multitude of things; this would simply just be a first of many first times.

So you paddled over to the bed and removed the covers to snuggle yourself in, the bed’s coolness sending a shiver through you before you hugged the blanket to yourself. Taehyung stood with a smile before crawling in himself, adjusting the covers to his liking.

He felt at peace in a matter of seconds, the feeling of his own bed lulling him into a state of slumber already. He reached his arm out to shut off the lamp on his bedside table, leaving the room pitch dark and only his digital clock and balcony as a light source.

You began to cower a bit in the darkness, thankful for the sheer curtains that allowed the moonlight to spill into the room.

You felt another shiver run through your body when you shifted, realizing you were cold even under the sheets. You tried warming up on your own by shimmying the blanket around more comfortably, but it didn't do much.

You were left lying on the bed trying to think warm thoughts, unintentionally breathing in the constant scent of Taehyung from his bed; his cologne, his aftershave, his body wash all filling your nostrils.

It was intoxicating, absolutely distracting and sleep began to slip your mind. It didn’t help that you were still cold too, moving around and turning onto your side where you now faced Taehyung.

He seemed to have already dozed off, face tranquil as he slept soundlessly on his back. You couldn't help but admire his side-profile, the sparse moonlight illuminating his features. It was hard to not stretch your hand out and nearly run a touch along his cheek, like he was a rare work of art that naturally called for admiration.

You realized turning towards him that he radiated a wave of warmth from his body, remembering boys were pretty much furnaces while girls usually froze.

How wonderful it is to be a woman.

You desired some of that heat and shuffled just a little closer to Taehyung, nearing the center of the bed. You discerned he was indeed warm and maneuvered slightly closer, just about stopping at the center of the bed. You fought back the urge to shimmy any closer, leaving a mindful gap between you two.

You were seconds from catching a peace of mind until Taehyung unexpectedly spoke in the silence of the night, startling you.

“You can come closer, I don’t bite.” The smirk in his voice was obvious, making you scrunch your nose and snap back at him.

“Shut up, I’m not getting closer to you.”

“You should, I’m really warm, and I can tell you’re cold.” There he was again teasing, his tone coy as he kept his eyes shut, unbothered.

“Over my dead body.” You mocked him from earlier, turning away from him abruptly and pulling the covers over your head.

Coffee was probably your favourite thing life had to offer. One of the couple things you’d fight someone over; coffee and your independence, if you wanted to be specific.

So it made you genuinely happy Taehyung had such a wide selection of coffee to choose from, ranging from all kinds of beans to instant coffee, cappuccinos, lattes, mochas, you name it. It took no time for you to craft a cup to your liking, shuffle into a seat on the island and begin picking at the breakfast the housekeepers had whipped up earlier this morning.

You’d woken up early today keeping in mind the day you had planned. You decided this to be another move-in day as part of your studio setup project you’ve entertained for the last week. The granted time off due to your odd honeymoon farce with Taehyung proved to actually come in handy, thankfully.

It had been another peaceful morning for you, having woken up with sunlight gracing the walls, certain you could hear birds chirping as if you were in a Disney film and little mice would come out to start sewing the gown you’d wear as a princess.

It had been a peaceful morning indeed, but when you stretched out to loosen your stiff muscles, the chaos that met you was anything but peaceful. Even if it’s occurred at least 5 times now, you kept forgetting that you shared a bed with someone else now, and that said someone had somehow always founds a way to gravitate towards you during the night, even daringly cast an arm over you sometimes.

It left you in a state of panic registering that Taehyung’s, dare you say warm and cozy body would be just behind you, his chest mere centimeters from your back. You would stay still for some time, calculating the optimal way to remove yourself from his hold until he eventually stirred enough to loosen his grip, darting right out of bed.

Other times, he’d wake earlier than you and you wondered what would cross his mind once he registered your oddly proximal bodies.

Did it ever bother him?

Nonetheless, it brought a mischievous smile to your face thinking about the fact that Taehyung had such a perfectly human habit like cuddling. He was always so serious, so put together and a near machine at everything he did, seeming as though he wouldn’t give anything romantic the time of day.

But it was hard to forget the fluffy feeling that blossomed in your chest when you would sense his proximity, maybe inviting a liking to it. You had always slept alone, only yourself and the darkness to keep you company in your lonely bed, in your lonely home.

So sleeping next to someone, namely Kim Taehyung left an impression on you you couldn’t quite shake. It was difficult to erase the image of his calm, sleeping face after the handful of times witnessing it. Long eyelashes delicately pressed to the skin under his eyes, lips plush as he seemed to naturally pout in his sleep. The sunlight only accentuated his honey-coloured skin, adding a glow to his features that made him appear prettier than he already was.

It was nice to think you’d wake up to that every morning.

You found your mind still playing around with the idea until you snapped yourself out of it, questioning why the hell you always ventured off whenever you thought about him.

Weird.

You were scolding yourself until your eyes caught Taehyung strolling into the kitchen with his phone in is hand. He’d foregone a jacket today, black shirt sleeves folded to mid-forearm paired with black slacks.

You were normal until you almost spat your coffee seeing he wasn’t wearing a tie but instead had the first few buttons of his shirt open, revealing a generous view of his neck and the beginnings of his chest.

Fucking hell.

You were staring stupidly until Taehyung peeked up at you, smiling “Morning.”

“M-morning.” you stuttered.

He seemed unsuspecting as he returned his attention to his phone, proceeding to the kitchen counter and retrieving a cup to fix himself a drink. He appeared to be reading something conscientiously on his device, never taking his eyes off and you quickly became bored, ready to use the weapon you’d acquired.

“So.. you’re a cuddler, huh?”

Taehyung nearly dropped his cup.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re a cuddler when you sleep. Cute.” You rested your chin in your palm, playful smile on your face.

“I think you’re mistaken, I am not a cuddler. And I’m not cute.” Taehyung denied as he only focused on the cup, his back to you. You then watched him reach for his selection of tea and purposefully evade the coffee, your eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Wait, you’re a cuddler and you drink tea instead of coffee? Very cute.” You pulled on his leg, chuckling as you brought your mug to your lips

This was going to be fun.

“Shut up, I don’t like the taste and tea is healthier.” Taehyung practically sneered back, harshly ripping the packet of his tea bag.

“Doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re a cuddler.” You sipped on your coffee, unbothered as you swung your legs back and fourth.

“Doesn’t take away from the fact that you like it.”

You nearly spat your drink.

“What?”

“I remember a certain someone that shuffles closer to me for warmth, no?” Taehyung snapped back as he returned to his phone and popped his tea into the microwave, his shoulders high to the sky. You could imagine his smug face proud of his remark while searching for your own, realizing that Taehyung was damn good at arguing and you’d really have to upgrade your comeback game to counter him.

He was unfortunately your match.

“Even if I were one, which I’m not, It’s not like I’m committing a crime.” Taehyung suddenly finalized with a snippy tone, and you realized you may have hurt his ego.

Men.

“I never said it was a bad thing.” You commented under your breath and looked away, popping a raspberry into your mouth.

Taehyung bit back a smirk as he retrieved his cup of tea, taking a sip as he returned to his phone and took a seat across from you. He began compiling his plate of breakfast as he worked his device, typing away with one hand as if he was drafting the Magna Carta.

You became bored again.

“Why do you have so much coffee if you don’t like it?” You genuinely felt like inquiring, if he didn’t like the taste why would he have so much?

“For my housekeepers, they drink it.” He took a sip of his tea, all attention on his phone.

You nodded understandingly. “Why do you have two housekeepers, by the way? Isn’t one enough?”

“So they can keep each other company.” He answered absentmindedly, eyes still glued to his phone as he bit a piece of his toast. You really hated that he wasn’t actively interacting with you because it only left room to stare at him, and that was never any good.

He looked illegally attractive with the unbuttoned part of his shirt, your mind profusely bugging out over the exposed bit of his chest. You were reminded of the full view from last night, and began pondering how long you’d survive having to see that for the rest of your life.

“O-oh, that’s nice.” You stuttered back a reply, squashing your previous thought.

You were actually quite impressed by the kindness Taehyung showed behind that decision, noticing he had these small moments where he was caring, considerate, all hidden behind his unreadable face and seriousness when it came to business.

It was quite interesting.

You were mindlessly eating until Taehyung spoke up, eyes flickering towards you. “What are you going to do today?”

You swallowed your fruit. “I was planning on moving more stuff in again, start finishing my studio setup. Thank you again for the room, by the way.” You expressed your gratitude once more, forking some eggs into your mouth.

“Don’t mention it.”

“What are you doing today?” you echoed his question, taking another swig of coffee.

“I’m working again. If you need anything I’ll be in my study.” Taehyung sent you a half-smile before snatching up his plate, bringing his phone to his ear as he stepped out of the kitchen.

You sighed heavily only being left to think about your day, which would be majorly spent unpacking and arranging things. You had a plethora of art supplies, design tools and canvases to set up in your studio, leaving you constantly thinking of how to even begin.

It would be a mission alone to sort through everything you had left, knowing you didn’t exactly label out of sheer laziness and would have to individually unbox and organize everything .

It was this exact task that took up most of your day, time having slipped by in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t easy when you had to be rummaging through your belongings and situating them where you thought appropriate, also trying to envision a new look for your studio.

You hadn’t realized 3 hours had passed until the ring of the front doorbell caused you to check your phone, curious as to who would be visiting your home in the middle of the day. You assumed it be one of the housekeepers and abandoned your work, cascading down the staircase and striding towards the grand entrance.

You drew towards the monitor Taehyung had showed you just yesterday, explaining it to be your home security system. Taehyung detailed it had a camera for your front porch that detected movement and the doorbell alike, so you peered at the monitor to see the stranger outside your home.

Your eyebrows furrowed registering a woman, her back turned towards the door as she fidgeted nervously with her purse in her hand.

Sheer curiosity took you over and you paddled towards the door, unlocking it. You wore a smile on your face as you swung the door open, though it was immediately wiped off taking in the last person on earth you ever wanted to see.

“Mother?”

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Azalea's, Camelia's and Rhododendron's Chapter Three

Summary: Life always seemed to throw bullshit your way. A bullshit childhood, a bullshit family with the exception of your older brother, a bullshit bodyguard team because of aforementioned older brother… To say you were tired of it would be an understatement. You just wanted to bask in your self-made richness as a bestselling author, all by yourself being the key point, and pretend you're not doing it to avoid your trauma. But now you have to deal with seven incredibly hot, stubborn and frustrating men forcibly barging into your life against both of your wishes and ruining your peaceful silence. So, if they were going to be hardheads, you'll be one right back.

Pairing: Bts x reader, featuring older brother Bang Chan and a dickhead ex to be revealed later on.

Chapter Warnings: Dickhead Do-Yun talking about the deal, cursing, brief mention of throwing up, implication of abuse, now all of the boys are guilty babies who don't know how to apologize.

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Ya'll know that one Elmo meme where he's just standing there in a pit of fire with his arms out and the :] face?

Yea that was your mind right now with Do-Yun's ugly mug right in front of you.

Y/N who? She gone. Exe has stopped working. Windows File error with the deep 'DUN' to go with it and the infinite pop-ups. Brain has said 'peace out homie!' The ice-cream has vacated the waffle cone to disappointingly go splat on the sidewalk if you get my drift.

Surprisingly, it's Taehyung who first notices something is wrong. You've frozen up mid step like you did the morning of the incident, but what really piques his interest is that Namjoon reacts like that too.

There's an honestly fugly looking creep standing in their way to the valet curb and the two of you are staring the clown down like he's the Boogie Man. If only Taehyung knew he wasn't that far off in that assessment. Since he stopped to observe the odd behavior, Jimin stopped too, and that caused a domino effect. The six of them watching the weird three way showdown, no one moving or breaking the silence until Creepy McCreep decides to do just that.

"Y/N darling, how are you? It's been so long…" They find the way you jump and recoil into yourself at his voice extremely odd. But what shocks them is Namjoon moving in front of you, shielding your figure behind his back.

"I suggest you keep your mouth shut and go about your business." Namjoon grits out the words, his hands in fists at his sides. The boys have been with each other for a long time, it's hard to make Namjoon angry, and yet here he is looking ready to bash this dudes face in. They are completely perplexed by the situation, but if their leader is angry over the presence of a stranger related to a client, then they know the situation is serious.

"Oh, what's this? Y/N, love have you replaced me? Surely you haven't stooped so low while I've been away?" the Cheshire grin on his face gives off bad vibes in waves, they notice the way he eyes Namjoon like the dirt on his shoes, and they don't like it. He's practically feeling you up with his gaze and not a second more of hesitation is taken as they move into action, using their bodies to wall you into their formation and out of sight. They see the way you're shrinking further, and they really don't like it, your spitfire IDGAF confident attitude has disappeared completely. The change unsettles them and as much as the other morning was a shitshow they'd rather have that version of you than this one.

Namjoon turns his head slightly to the side, murmuring calm assurances to you, and then quickly locks eyes with the boys. It's the look he always gives them when they need to take extreme measures to ensure a threat doesn't get near a client, and they mentally steel themselves.

Coincidentally, or maybe even unfortunately, Jungkook and Yoongi's positions are to flank the sides of their clients. Which means they have to walk angled inwardly at you and keep a hand on your arm or back. When Jungkook places a hand on your bicep he drops it as if you burned him, your whole body had flinched at his touch. Yoongi takes note of this and they quickly share a glance, he holds out his hand for you to see and slowly moves it to the middle of your back. When you don't flinch, Jungkook does the same and replaces his hand lightly on your arm.

During this whole ordeal the douche in front of them has been talking shit, trying to get your attention. Getting increasingly frustrated when he notices you aren't paying attention anymore and neither is Namjoon. The leader had been watching the boys adjust in order to move, waiting for their nods, tuning the prick out completely in favor of watching your mental state. That all stops when the next words come tumbling out of the assholes mouth, and Namjoon isn't the only one who looks like he wants to commit murder.

"Did daddy dearest fetch a good price for you with this one? I can't imagine got paid nearly as much as I would have given. Or did mommy do it in his stead since you threw your tantrum and got him thrown in jail before our wedding?" You snapped your head up in anger at the mention of your parents, your eyes swirling with hatred for the man before you.

Jungkook being the hothead he is tried to step away from you to go give the bastard a nice right hook, he certainly didn't like you but hearing the implication that this sicko tried to buy you makes him see red. Jin has to grab the neck of his shirt to stop him, much like the rest of them he'd love to let the youngest wreak havoc but they have a professional reputation to uphold. However, this was the perfect opportunity for you to slip out of the human wall while they were focused on him, snatching the retractable metal baton strapped to Jungkook's belt in the process and flicking your wrist to extend the bar.

Your gait is powerful as you stalk toward the man, decked out in thousands of dollars worth of luxury brands that make you look like a goddamn Amazon Queen. Yoongi thinks to himself that he would actually pay good money to watch you beat the shit out of the guy, but he really doesn't want to get fired from the company for letting a client use one of their weapons to hurt someone. He resigns to let Namjoon stop you though, having half a mind to hope he does and the other half hoping he doesn't.

However, Hoseok is the one who ends up stopping you as you raise your arm to strike the now cowering man. You whip your head with a fire in your glare at the culprit of your halted movements, standing tall next to you with a hand wrapped around your wrist. He says nothing as he levels your stare and it strangely calms your ire, as if you know Hoseok won't let him off even if he did stop you. The hand gripping your wrist moves up to grab the baton and you let him take it from your grip, his other arm comes around in front of you to guide you behind him as he shifts his stance to face the coward in front of you.

"Like my leader said, I suggest you shut your mouth and scurry along like the rat you are. If I hear so much as another word out of your mouth I won't hesitate to lay your ass out right here on this sidewalk. Do I make myself clear?"

It's incredibly satisfying watching the fear flush through Do-Yun's face at Hoseok's words, and you think for now you'll take this as a stepping stone to retribution. Your bodyguard steps away from your ex without bothering to wait for a response and places a hand on your wrist again, pulling you along to the car with the rest of the boys in tow. The ride home is just as silent as the ride into town, but strangely no one feels awkward or the lingering feelings of hatred from the other day.

You rupture the silence when Yoongi pulls the SUV into the pristine garage of your home.

"Namjoon, I'm going to assume from your behavior earlier that you figured it out, and I really don't have the energy to deal with my brother's overprotectiveness right now. Could you call him sometime today and ask him to contact our lawyer? And don't let him storm over here please I might actually go insane if he does." Your voice is calm and even as you speak and everyone has their attention focused on you, not bothering to make a move to get out of the car yet.

The look he gives you is full of something Jin would describe as guilt and maybe even despair, simply nodding his head and moving to open the door. Namjoon knows something serious about you and he obviously failed to let the others in on the secret, and as they all make their way into the manor they decide they'll get it out of him whether he likes it or not.

They all stay silent in the mansion foyer until the soft click of your bedroom door closing can be heard. Jungkook pipes up first, a bite to his tone. "You wanna tell us what the fuck just happened, hyung?" Jin would normally scold him for speaking like that to his elders but at this point he can't deny it isn't warranted. He almost expects Namjoon to fight them on this and refuse to say anything, but he simply lets out a sigh and asks them to follow him. They spread out in the spacious guest room that has been claimed by their leader, watching him as he gathers some files out of a desk drawer and walks over to sit at the chaise; putting the manila folders down on the surface of the coffee table in front of him.

"It's not much and it's not definite but it wasn't that hard to connect the dots after witnessing her behavior that morning." Jimin gets up as the man speaks, taking a file and opening it as he returns to his spot, flipping through the printed article headlines one by one as a feeling of horror trickles through him as each piece falls into place.

He looks up to lock eyes with Jungkook and then Yoongi, swallowing down the bile in his throat, addressing the leader without moving his gaze from his two brothers. "How long have you known?" The shake in his voice sets the others on edge, so Taehyung takes the folder out of Jimin's hands to look at the information in question. "I started looking into it that night, It took me the whole night to put all of the pieces together. I had to dig into news archives to figure out how it started." The sharp inhale Taehyung takes as he listens to Namjoon's response while looking at the papers makes Jimin think he's figured it out too.

By this point Jungkook being the person he is, has grown tired of the cryptic words and the pale faced expressions of shock from his hyungs. He gets up and snatches one of the folders for himself, ignoring the protests of the others that he shouldn't open it and look. Standing by the table he turns each page with more aggression than the last, his eyes flitting across the words in a frenzy, until eventually he lets the papers drop out of his hands. A crawling vine of guilt has grown its way up his body and wraps itself around his throat, his hands shake at the breathless feeling it gives him and the constriction of his chest aches in ways he's never felt before.

In his turmoil the rest of the boys with the exception of Yoongi have passed along the file Jimin grabbed and look at the last one out with apprehension and pity. The man in question gets up from his spot at the end of Namjoon's bed and picks up the stapled stack of papers Jungkook dropped. He reads through them without any emotions on his face and steady hands, only cracking his exterior when he looks up to Namjoon. "That was him, wasn't it?" The lifelessness in his voice sends a chill through the others. The leader responds to his hyung with a soft 'yes' and Yoongi feels like his knees are going to give out.

With a nod of his head he turns on his heel and makes his way out of Namjoon's room, each step he takes in the hallway towards his room the grip of his hand on the papers intensifies. Upon closing the door he casts the papers to the floor and nearly runs to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before his body wretches the acid in his chest out into the bowl. The guilt settles in his chest like a cement chain around his heart and he doesn't know how he's going to face you again now that he knows what he does.

Downstairs Jungkook is in a similar state and he doesn't know what to do with himself. He's regarded you with the same attitude he developed in your brothers office since he was told you were going to be their client. Never in his career has he come across a client like you, much less a heiress like you that didn't fit the mold he knew so well. Thinking he could speak to you that way in order to get the contract nullified was now his biggest regret, he expected you to react like any other pompous rich kid would at the first signs of disrespect from someone under them.

Amidst the internal turmoil in the house and the hushed whispers of the remaining members in Namjoon's bedroom as he speaks to your brother on the phone, you slip out of your room and into the office. You keep one of your favorite books on the second floor shelves, preferring to have easy access to it in order to climb into the circular window nook. Its outfitted with a memory foam cushion that rises a quarter of the way up the sides, set onto the wall like a normal cushion would be stapled into a chair or indoor bench. Your favorite fluffy blanket sits in one of the carved out cubbies in the upper part of the circle, you climb in and grab it after finding the book, laying back against the large square pillow and propping your feet up against the crescent shaped wall.

You open the book to your favorite page, letting the words in the poem wash over your feelings, settling your mind into the clarity you crave. You let yourself get lost in the stanzas, knowing come tomorrow you'll have to face the men in your home who undoubtedly now know one of your darkest secrets. Closing your eyes for a second, the visage of your fathers face warped in hatred and disgust flashes in your mind. Jolting up, you despise the fear that slithers its way into your chest, squeezing the air out of your lungs. Life really won't let you have a goddamn break will it?

I wish I could cry as easy as the sky. The tears don’t come as easily now. They’re stuck inside my soul.

It’s empty and I am afraid Do you feel the emptiness? I guess it’s my own fear from within. I should be brave and battle that fear but it’s a war that’s gone on for so damned long. I’m tired.

The children are growing and the tears in my eyes are flowing. Missing the growth of them is like missing the seasons change, missing the roses that bloom in spring and missing snowflakes falling in winter. How many more years do I have to miss? The years won’t stop for me or for them and why should they? They will continue to blossom and bloom and my life will continue to stand still like a silent pond.

- The Noonday Demon, Andrew Solomon

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raggaraddy · 3 years

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Can you Taehyungs version of reader being shot cause of them?

I really like your Jimin and Namjoon Version that you’ve written🥰

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: It is so much longer than I meant for it to be. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading.

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Mafia Bangtan other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Jimin

Jungkook

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Deception.

Summary: When you agreed to help Bangtan take down one of their enemies, you never imagined it could go so wrong.

Trigger warning: Smut, violence, blood, murder.

Taehyung

Mafia! Taehyung

"Are you ready?" Namjoon asks, shutting off the car's engine and turning around in his seat.

"Yeah," you nod back, hoping the rocking pit of nerves in your stomach isn't visible on your face. Scanning back and forth between him in the front and Jin sat beside you, you're checking to see if they are showing any signs of worry either. Finding a bit of solace in their surety.

"We're gonna lag behind about 20 minutes to be cautious and stay out of sight. But we'll be close. Just do everything like we said, and you'll be fine." Namjoon summarizes once again. Jin offering you a kind, reassuring smile to accompany the leader's words.

You nod again, sucking your tongue to the roof of your mouth. Running your fingers through your hair to fluff it for the 30th time. Hyperfixated on the time, you see the dashboard clock tick over. 20:21.

"Okay, let's go." You exhale deeply.

It was three weeks ago that Namjoon came to you with a problem that Bangtan was facing. Their weapons dealer was forcefully put out of business, which was Namjoons gentle way of saying he was killed, cutting off their supply to automatics and other bigger guns. Leaving them vulnerable. The man who took over their previous partners supply was known to be working with some of the other, smaller local crews. It was also known that he was a rival of Namjoon's and due to this tension refused to work with Bangtan. Normally, a problem like this would be something that they could handle. However, as Namjoon explained it, this guy was backed and protected by foreign money and was too hot to touch without starting a bloody war.

So the plan was simple. Risky, but simple. The supplier had to die. And it needed to appear to be from natural causes, so it could never fall back on Bangtan. No one directly affiliated could be involved. That meant none of the members could risk doing it. It also meant that it was too high a priority to trust an associate or hired gun with this information. Not with the reach and money the opposition had. No, it had to be someone within the family that could handle this, but someone the supplier would never know.

Opportunely, the supplier was known to have a weakness for women, hence the logical conclusion for Namjoon was one of the member's girls. Trustworthy enough not to turn or rat, not likely to be noticed among the myriad of other women, and except a few of them, all had no record linking them to Bangtan, so they would be complete unknowns.

Jin said it, but you already knew it. Out of all of the girls, you were the one who was the most capable. Your difficult past left you with many emotional scars but made you the best person to handle the responsibility. You're not susceptible to intimidation. Have very few moral hangups. And most importantly Namjoon knows how much you love Taehyung. How you would do anything for him. To keep him safe and happy. He knows he can trust you, and that when the time comes, you wouldn't hesitate to do what they needed you to.

As for you, you knew that Taehyung trusted Namjoon irrefutably and you had seen countless times that he was a good leader. Furthermore, you could appreciate the gravity of the situation. Because you're sure that if Bangtan's brain had any other choice, he would not have asked for your help. But since he had, you were going to do what was necessary to keep your family and Taehyung safe.

The problem was that Namjoon had insisted on secrecy. The only ones to know about his plan were you, him, and Jin. A few years ago, sure, lying would not have been a problem for you, you hardly ever told the truth to anyone. But this changed when you met Taehyung. He was the first person you could be honest with, the first person you ever let love you. And lying to him was something you were genuinely struggling with.

However, you knew Namjoon and Jin were right. There was no way Tae would have been okay with you being put in harm's way and he wouldn't be able to separate his feelings from the urgency of the task.

Although, that justification doesn't make you feel less guilty for deceiving him. And to make matters worse, you expected this to be over with last week already. But on your first date with the supplier, he had left the club early to deal with work suddenly. Giving you no time to spike his drink.

So here you were, attempt number two.

While you were meant to meet the supplier at a fancy restaurant first, Namjoon's plan was to skip that and get to his house as quickly as possible. Before the valet could open the supplier's car door, you leant through the open window, teasingly licking your lips. "I just realized," you purr, noting his eyes drop to your mouth and back. "I'm actually not that hungry. So how about we skip to the end of the night, and then you can take me out for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Your blatant offer works like a charm. 20 minutes and a car ride later, he's pulling you down onto his couch. Hardly able to keep his hands or lips off of you.

Tearing at your blouse he rips the buttons apart, his mouth sucking and licking at your neck. One of his hands roaming and grabbing at anything he can, while the other starts to hike up your pencil skirt. He removes his vest and buttoned shirt, not once parting his lips from yours. His large, hard chest muscles pressing against you as he pins you in between his arms and the couch. Spreading your legs apart, he grinds his crotch into your core and you can feel what effect this is having on him. And you have to admit, despite your mind being focused elsewhere, physically it's having the same kind of arousing results on you.

But this isn't what's supposed to happen. He's moving too fast and it's quickly getting away from you. You only want to get him comfortable and distracted enough that he completely lets his guard down. You're trying to poison him, not fuck him.

Pushing his chest lightly, you spring upright. Slightly out of breath you pull your hair over your shoulder covering up a little and running your fingers through it, trying to regain some composure.

"I could use a drink." You pant, batting your eyes up at him.

"Sounds good." He nods, his gaze dark and ravenous. Suddenly haulting he leans back down to kiss you. His hands gripping your hips as he kisses you back into the sofa. Abruptly leaving you flat on the couch with flushed cheeks.

This is better. One or two drinks from now, you should be able to slip him the ricin. He drinks it, you fake a headache, and skip home. 24 hours from now he has a heart attack and dies from natural causes. Nothing tied to you. Nothing connected to Bangtan.

"I hope you like-" The supplier calls out, only to be interrupted by a grating smack at the front of the house. You startle upright, sitting alert watching the hall entrance. He comes from the other side, coming back from the kitchen, a curious look on his face. Both of you staring at the same doorway as Taehyung suddenly comes in.

Fuck.

Your eyes go wide, half not able to believe he is actually here. He wasn't supposed to be! Namjoon had arranged for Jimin to take him out tonight. And you had told him you were going to meet some of the other girls.

The thing you didn't know; a week ago when you met the supplier at the club, you had also said you were out with a few girls, including Jimin's girlfriend. But she was with Jimin at that time. And Jimin was with Taehyung. And she knew nothing about any plans to go out.

So when you said there was a movie night tonight, he asked around and found out that was also a lie. He wanted to trust you. To trust that it wouldn't be as bad as his worst fear. Still, the more he thought over how you lied to him, the more he worked himself up, getting himself into a paranoid and anxious state. Until he found himself tracking your phone, following you to an unknown house.

Seeing you half undressed and with someone he considers an enemy, his anger and jealously turns to pure rage. It only taking a second for the scene in front of him to confirm his worst suspicions.

Unleashing his gun he shoots wildly at the supplier. Reason slipping from him completely.

Barley able to avoid being hit, the supplier dives behind one of the sofa chairs. Nearly being riddled with the showering of bullets.

Wrapping your hands over your head, you cover your ears from the explosive sounds. Still firing, and keeping the supplier pinned, Taehyung storms at you.

"Tae-" you start. The gun empties, but Taehyung couldn't care less, tossing it aside. All of his attention focused on you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He growls through gritted teeth. His hand flying down smacking your cheek, slapping you back into the sofa. "How could you do this to me?!" He screams, his voice wavering from the emotion in his question.

"I can explain," You ignore the burn on your cheek, running your hands along your body, trying your best to cover and redress yourself. You never wanted him to see you like this, and the look of betrayal in his eyes is stinging your heart more than any slap could. "I-," you begin with no next word coming. There's nothing you can tell him. Not while the supplier is right here.

Taehyung's anger aside, you're terrified to think what him being here means. Namjoon's plan is completely derailed. And Taehyung attacked the supplier, creating an entirely new problem. You're not the smart one. You have no idea what to do or how to fix this.

Where the hell are Jin and Namjoon?

Taehyung is so fixated on you that he doesn't see the other man charging from the side.

"Look out!" You scream. Only it's a second too slow. Taehyung doesn't have time to react and the supplier swings a ceramic table ornament at his head. The shattered fragments raining over you, as your boyfriend is knocked to the ground. The shoe of the imposing man booting into Taehyung's torso.

You dive towards them, driving your body weight into the supplier to separate the two men. Pushing him away as his heel scarcely misses Taehyung's face.

He stumbles back a few steps and straightens up, nodding and pursing his lips with a look of revelation. Seeing you spring to Taehyungs defence revealed much more than you had intended.

While you're attempting to help Tae upright, he quickly shirks you off and lunges at the other man diving through him and dragging him to the floor. Fighting for dominance and survival, the two men break into a brutal fight trading blow after blow as they struggle to overpower the other.

While you're relieved to see that Taehyung is the more skilled of the two, and mostly has the upper hand, you're mainly sick with worry. The ramifications of this will play out beyond this simple fistfight.

All you can do is get Tae out of here for now, and hope that the supplier hasn't realised that this was an attempt to kill him. Maybe if you're really lucky he will only think of it at face value. A cheating girlfriend and her jealous boyfriend.

"Tae," you grab his arm, dragging him back with resistance. "We have to get out of here. Please,"

He drops the supplier's collar, who falls back limply. Turning to you he has blood pouring down his face from a cut on his cheek. Intensifying the cold look in his eye.

"We? What we? Don't you wanna stay here with this piece of shit." He snarls, standing up.

"I can explain after." You tug him again. He can hate you all he likes later. But first, you have to get out of here. "Please," you beg for his agreement.

Staring harshly, he retreats from you. A pained look in his eye that cuts you more than any blade could. Anger, hate, rage. You could handle all of it. But there's so much hurt and sadness on his face. It's nothing you ever wanted to be responsible for. It's more than you can bear.

"Tae," you hold your hand outreached, gingerly approaching him. He doesn't withdraw further, allowing you to rest your hand on his cheek. Your heart breaking further as he leans into your touch. Resting in your palm for comfort like an injured puppy. "I promise, baby, this isn't what it looks like." you coo, "I love you so much,"

His eyes close, his face scrunching in anguish. He wants to believe you so badly. To forget everything he has seen. To take you home and never let you go. He may be the first person you let love you, but for him, you are the only person he ever let himself love.

Turning, you use his softening demeanour to lead him towards the door. But the supplier pulls your attention. Neither of you were paying him any mind and standing in the corner of the room he's pulled his own gun from hiding.

Reacting without a thought you shove your back into Taehyung, covering him. Guarding him.

At the same time, a shot rings out and the bullet hits you. A painful, sharp sensation piercing through your torso that makes you stumble back. Losing your footing you fall into Taehyung, your body never hitting the ground. Taehyung catching your weight, lowering with you. Resting you on his legs.

Taehyung grimaces in pain, his hand wrapping his own side momentarily. The bullet went clean through you and cut his side before flying into the wall behind the both of you. Dismissing his own injury, he leans over your body, ripping off his shirt and pressing it and his palms into your entrance wound. Trying to slow the bleeding.

Looking up at Taehyung with tear-filled eyes, you're in shock. Every breath you take is sore but other than that, your body is numb. Your hands clinging to his, all you can think is that you wished you knew what to say or do to lessen his panic. The sweat on his forehead rolls into the cut on his cheek causing the blood to drip further down his neck and chest. The fear and worry in his eyes exposing what you can't see or feel. That you're losing a lot of blood.

The supplier comes over the top of you both. He presses the barrel of the gun into the back of Taehyungs head, forcing him to crouch lower over you.

"I was searching for a reason to annihilate Namjoon and his pathetic crew. Thank you for giving me one." He digs the gun down harder. Taehyung growls, baring his teeth in frustration. "Too bad we didn't get to finish what we started though, Y/n. Oh well." He smirks, cocking the gun for additional effect.

"I love you," Taehyung whispers, the finality in his voice breaking your restraint, tears gushing down your face.

"I-," you can only begin.

Another blast rings out that makes both you and Taehyung jump. The supplier's body goes heavy and plummets to the ground, smashing through the glass coffee table beside you. Glass shatters everywhere as he falls down dead, blood pouring out of his head, collecting into a pool.

"Fuck sakes." Namjoon sighs from the living room entrance. Standing with Jin, both looking over the destruction with disbelief.

"Hyung," Taehyung calls out, his voice raspy and on the verge of tears. "Help." He looks down at you, your face pale, your limps drooping as the blood loss is starting to make you dizzy.

Namjoon opens his mouth readying to scold his brother, but he quickly stops himself. His own faults glaringly obvious at this moment. Jin removes his belt, wrapping it around your waist he fixes it tightly, making you whine in pain, keeping Taehyungs shirt pressed to both sides of your wound.

"Can you carry her?" Jin asks his younger brother.

Namjoon passes all of you, walking toward the lifeless body of his enemy, shooting another round into the back of his head with a frustrated look in his eye.

Taehyung nods at Jin with wide, panicked eyes.

"Then bring her." Namjoon turns with a flick of his head gesturing to follow him.

Jin supports Taehyung as he struggles to get himself and you to a standing position. Finding more strength once he is upright, lifting you into his arms as you whimper and moan weakly.

"Taehyung-" you start, your words sounding breathless and weak. "I'm sorry," you whisper.

"Shh baby." He hushes you. "Don't worry about that now."

He gets you into Namjoons truck, laying you down the length of the seat. As Namjoon speeds to the hospital, Taehyung sits in the back, his legs under your head. Holding firm against your bullet wound while petting your head.

Jin takes Tae's keys and follows you in his car. Already calling a cleanup crew to get rid of the supplier's body. Trying to salvage what he can of the bad situation.

"Namjoon," you call out. Even as your mind is starting to slip into unconsciousness your worry over the family is consuming your focus. "the plan. Can you fix the-" you breathe heavily running out of air.

He looks over his shoulder, guilt overtaking his expression. Nodding with an affirming grunt.

"Plan? What plan?" Taehyung muses, the shock steadily drifting away. "What is she talking about, Hyung?" One look at the blame on Namjoon's face and it clicks into place. "What did you do?"

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this." Namjoon reasons.

"Are you kidding me? You organized this?!" He snaps, "How the fuck could you risk her like that?!"

"It was supposed to be easy. She wasn't meant to get hurt-"

"Well, clearly she did!" Taehyung roars, his hands bunching into fists.

"I'm sorry, Tae. I wanted to help." You whine, lifting your arm up to touch his chest, trying to soothe him in any way.

"It's okay, baby. I know you did." He coos kissing your forehead, Taehyung's rage immediately subsiding towards you. He takes your blood-drenched hands in his and kisses them lovingly. Kissing down your forearms, pressing your hands to his head in agony and want to have you closer. Wishing he could absorb your pain and suffering.

Returning his wrath to the leader his voice lowers, coming out like ice. "We're gonna talk about this once she's okay." He snarls, "And know, I hold you personally responsible for every second she's in pain."

Looking in the rearview mirror, Namjoon nods solemnly. "Yeah, I do too."

Luckily for you, you recover quickly, and no permanent physical damage was done. But the damage that was done to Namjoon and Taehyungs relationship, the repercussions caused for Bangtan, and the fall out from the supplier's death... well that's another story entirely.

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khrystalsnow · 3 years

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February and March reads

🦋I've been swamped with school for the past two months, and these fics really saved me from dropping out of uni😭 I'm sorry if there's no reviews because this list is hella long(it’s mostly jungkook okay😭🤚🏼), but just know that I enjoyed each and every one of these fics.❤️

(pls let me know if there's any mistake or links that don’t work!)

LEGEND:

🥺Fluff

🤬Angst

😏Smut

😂Crack

❤️New Favourite

🦋KIM SEOKJIN

friends with snacks by @scriptaed 🥺

-roommates!au; friends to lovers!au; drabble

pretty girls don't get hurt by @ktheist 😏

-heir!doctor!seokjin x heiress!ceo!reader x best friend!heir!taehyung

uptown girl by @moononthejoon 😏🤬🥺

-bodyguard!seokjin + princess!reader + enemies to lovers!au

🦋MIN YOONGI

so I heard you like bad boys by @scriptaed 🥺

-uni!au; friends to lover!au; drabble

I'll Drive You by @min-youngis 🥺

-resident reader x idol yoongi

Buttering Up by @jimlingss 🥺

-Chef!AU

Fear and Dumplings by @softyoongiionly 🥺🤬😏❤️

-Underground Rapper! Yoongi, facing your fears

Greedy by @xjoonchildx 🤬😏❤️

-mafia AU

erotica by @whatifyoulivelikethat 😏

-non-idol!AU, they caught each other masturbating

baby, what's wrong? by @taeyohonic 🥺

-established relationship, idol au, reader has mild anxiety and a panic attack

until our last breath by @inkofyoongi 🥺

-Friends to lovers!AU, yoongi wants to be your boyfriend

switching my positions by @cupofteaguk 🥺🤬

-solo artist!yoongi, manager!y/n, fake dating au, friends to lovers au

universe by @personasintro 😏

-stalker au

Birthday Spanks by @jjungkookislife 😏

-free spanks!yoongi x free spanks!oc

new year, new us by @vantaenims 🥺🤬

-producer!yoongi x reader, exes au

The Mark of Yun-Ki by @ladyartemesia 😏🤬

-Hybrid/ABO AU, Royalty AU, Fantasy AU, Daechwita AU

baby, you can drive my car by @jungshookz 😂🥺😏🤬❤️

- mechanic!au, spoiltbrat!y/n

Third Wheeling by @untaemedqueen 😏🥺🤬

-Strangers to Lovers!AU, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, CEO!Yoongi

desolate by @angelicyoongie 🤬😏🥺 NEW!

-cat hybrid

straight shooter by @snackhobi 😏🤬🥺❤️ NEW!

-hitman!yoongi, black market dealer/gunsmith!reader

pour some sugar on me by @yoonia 😏 NEW!

-Enemies to Lovers!au, Baker!au

🦋JUNG HOSEOK

same old mistakes by @xbaepsae 🥺😏🤬

-country club!au, rich boy!hoseok x reader

I Don’t Know What to Call This by @httphopewrld 🥺😏

-friend/lover/bfhoseok! x female reader

suncity by @jamaisjoons 😏🥺🤬

-trip to Barcelona, stranges to lovers au

cry to my room by @kithtaehyung 😏🤬

-friends to lovers, roommates au

play me like a toy by @ktheist 😏🤬

-mafia heiress!reader x ex-mafia!director!hoseok, chaebol-mafia family au. arranged marriage au

🦋KIM NAMJOON

Bear and Sparrow by @sahmfanficbts 😏🥺🤬❤️

-immigrant AU, strangers to lovers

Mr. and Mrs. Kim series by @sahmfanficbts 😏🥺

-every chapter is NSFW (married)

Call of Duty by @sahmfanficbts 🥺😏🤬

-Military!Namjoon x female!reader

you’ve got a friend in me by @wwilloww 😏

-best friend and roommate

A Match Made in Heaven by @sahmfanficbts 😏🥺😂❤️

-Med School Resident!Namjoon x Dental School resident female!Reader, Strangers to Lovers

Laundry day by @snackhobi 😏🥺

-neighbour joon who caught you masturbating

beautiful boy by @jinpanman 🥺🤬❤️

-namjoon x OC, namjoon x reader, single dad!namjoon, baby!jimin

unbroken by @sahmfanficbts 😏🥺🤬

-Idol!Namjoon x Female Bonsai Grower!Reader, from one-night stand to forever

glasses-clad boy by @jeongi 😏🥺

-tutor joon

these hands are calloused. by @ktheist 🥺🤬

-underground fighter!namjoon x florist!reader

Forget Me Not by @joontopia 🤬🥺😏NEW!

-exes to lovers, valentine’s day

🦋PARK JIMIN

Perfect Pebble by @jjkthclub 🥺

-they meet at a wedding and they go on dates because oc doesn't believe in love

PARK JIMIN HAS SEEN MY GRANNY PANTIES by @ladyartemesia 😏😂

-teachers AU, the reader falls down the stairs

delivered, I’m yours by @suhdays 😂🥺

-valet jimin x baker reader

driver’s license by @gyukult 🤬

-coming-of-age, one-sided!au, brothersbestfriend!au

plums & melons by @winetae 😏😂🤬

-brother’s best friend!au

tears on a silver platter by @flowerwrites06 🤬❤️NEW!

-Idol!Jimin x OC (Name: Gaia), jimin calls his girlfriend clingy

moonlight by @kooksea 😏🥺 NEW!

-singer!jimin, traveller!jimin, artist!reader

🦋KIM TAEHYUNG

Endymion by @marginalmadness 😏❤️

-Druid!Taehyung x Witch!Reader

welcome to my youtube channel by @tteokggukk 🥺

-idol!taehyung x youtuber!reader

Comeback Home by @another-army-spot 😏🤬🥺❤️

-exs-to-lovers!au, teenparents!au, college!tae, businesswoman!oc

heart strung symphonies by @inkedtae 😏🥺🤬

-opera singer!taehyung x pianist!reader

Saudade by @chateautae 😏🥺🤬

-idol!taehyung x choreographer!reader, established relationship

kinda hot by @kimnjss 😏🥺🤬❤️

-campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader, sm au, best friends to lovers

definition of love by @taegularities 😏🥺🤬

-college!au, tae takes interest in you, past minor character death, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms

the snow king by @bloomsuga 😏🥺🤬❤️

-princess!reader x ice prince!tae

cursed by @bloomsuga 😂🥺🤬😏 NEW!

-witch!taehyung x cursed!reader, sm au

🦋JEON JUNGKOOK

golden hour by @tteokggukk 😏

-photographer! jungkook x reader

At the stroke of Midnight by @pars-ley 🥺😏🤬

-A Cinderella story au / comedy / popular jock jungkook / best friend Jimin

cry baby by@namgee 😏🥺

-fwb au, rollerskating

Heart of the Storm by @ladyartemesia 🥺😏🤬

-Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers

baecation by @1kook 😏

-richboy!jk, vacation

a table turned. and a line crossed. by @underthejoon 😏

-guard jk and oc is a tease

exclamation mark by @whatifyoulivelikethat 😏

-non-idol!AU; tattoo artist, dom!Jungkook x tattooed, sub!reader

Give Me A Try by @jjkthclub 😏

-friendstolovers!au, jungkook is the campus fuckboy

Domestic Fairy by @borathae 🥺😏

-established relationship, domestic!AU

open invitation by @jimidol 😏🥺🤬

-duke!jungkook x duchess!reader

take my whole life too by @ktheist 😏🤬

-chaebol au. arranged marriage au. expecting parents au, house husband!jeongguk

love letter by @whatifyoulivelikethat 😏

-non-idol!BTS, jk gets love letters

tingle by @hansolmates 😏

-tattoo artist!jungkook x tattooed!reader (f)

come over by @bratkook 😏

-jungkook is a self proclaimed pervert, voyeurism through bedroom windows

i don't mind by @bratkook 😏🥺🤬❤️

-rockstar!Jungkook x reader, jk being chased by security and barges oc’s car

busted in busan by @hansolmates 😏🥺🤬

- snowbound at the airport, christmas detour!au

crush by @jungxk 🥺😂😏🤬

-jk got hit by a car and lost some of his memories

Days to Morning Glory by @sketchguk 🤬😏🥺

-Aspiring Rockstar!Jeongguk x Med. Student!Reader, exes to lovers, roommate AU, high school sweethearts

stranded by @gguksgalaxy 😏🥺🤬

-Enemies to lovers, fuck/badboy!Jungkook, they study for their law exam

concrete king by @bratkook 🥺😏❤️

- skaterboy!jk x reader, sweet summer romance

risky business by @jjkthclub 😏

-enemiestolovers!au, office bathroom sex

ZOOM CALL by @1kook 🥺😏❤️

-comfort fic, quarantine fic

roses, poetry and jeon by @seraphimguks 🥺🤬

-bookstore employee!jungkook x reader

ocean eyes by @jimidol 🥺😏

-firefighter!jungkook x teacher!reader, he surprised you by dying his hair based on your favorite song.

shiver by @hansolmates 😏🤬❤️

- bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader, childhood friends to lovers

clandestine by @junghelioseok 😏🥺

-brother’s best friend!au,

One-Step Forward, Two-Steps Back by @oureuphoria 🤬🥺

-tattoo artist jungkook x college student reader, oc falls for her roommate’s fwb

I like U by @pbandjk 😏🥺🤬

-fratboy! Fwb Jungkook Au, oc is a boss lady in the tech industry

A Date With Destiny by @missgeniality 😏🥺😂

-Strangers to Lovers, Idol!AU,

the art of wanting by @venusiangguk 😏

-dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

brown-eyed baby by @jeonstudios 😏🥺🤬

-exes to friends to lovers, single dad!jk x reader, a lost child at the mall

almost home by @angelguk 🤬

-dad!jungkook & nanny!oc, both jungkook and oc are scarred from their previous relationships

the secret beneath our stars by @subvk 🤬😏

-friends to lovers au, marriage pact with jk

Blue Spring by @adonis-koo 😏🥺🤬

-Single dad!Jungkook/Reader, Daycare AU, Slice of life

jealousy by @jimidol 🥺🤬😏 NEW!

-tattoo artist!jungkook, parents au

young one by @bts-reveries 🤬🥺❤️ NEW!

-photographer, dad!jungkook x hostess, mom!reader, sm au and written

effortlessly by @gyukult 😏🥺NEW!

-friends to lovers, school!au

selfie by @whatifyoulivelikethat 🥺😏NEW!

-rom-com, slice-of-life, oppa’s bestfriend!Jungkook x SHINee fangirl!reader

too close by @cutechim 🤬NEW!

-wife!reader x boxer!jungkook (ft. ex boyfriend!namjoon)

caked by @gukslut 🥺😏 NEW!

-Established Relationship, very smutty

My Time by @btsracket 😏 NEW!

-rich, dom jungkook spoiling his girl

The Speedo by @gukslut 😏🥺 NEW!

-oc thinks he’s a fuckboy, but he has fallen in love

the ebb and flow (part 8) by @xbaepsae 🤬 NEW!

-demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader, percy jackson!au

🦋OT7/SERIES

Gangs of Fate by @pars-ley 🥺🤬

-Mafia au / feat. Members of Exo

bon appetite series by @jamaisjoons

-Valentines series

Guarded series by @xjoonchildx

-mafia AU

#ReadingList #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #FebruaryandMarchReadingList

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RUN: Chapter III

Jeon Jungkook hops from bed to bed, sleeping with as many beautiful, rich women as he can possibly find time for. He’s young and attractive, with a silver tongue that gets him practically anything he wants. So when his friend and boss, Kim Taehyung, tells him it’s time to settle down, Jungkook takes it pretty badly. And when he finds out that the woman he’s destined to marry is, in fact, his little sister’s best friend, he is less than impressed.

You have spent your entire life trying to forget the way you feel about Jeon Jungkook. So when you find out that Jungkook is to be your husband - and that he is anything but pleased about it - your world is thrown into chaos. How can you survive a loveless marriage with the man you are hopelessly in love with?

WARNINGS: Language, some violence and smut.

A/N:ENJOY!!!!

Jungkook shone. He really, really did.

You watched him from across the room - the way he drew people in like a magnet. He was stunning.

You knew he could tell you were watching him. The way his eyes flickered to yours, and the side of his mouth pulled up slightly.

Perhaps he enjoyed the power he had over you. After all, you were his wife. It was only normal that he wanted you to be attracted to him… Wasn’t it?

You couldn’t ponder on that thought. Couldn’t let yourself think about Jungkook wanting you to love him. It was too much - too overwhelming.

You turned from him quickly, grabbing a flute of champagne and downing it in almost one gulp. You cringed at the unfamiliar taste - and the burn at back of your throat - but you needed a distraction. From your husband, of all people.

Your life really was ridiculous.

“Y/N?”

You turned quickly, snapped out of your reverie by the sound of your name.

Kim Namjoon stared back at you, a small smile on his face.

“Namjoon,” You relaxed a little, lips splitting into a smile of your own, “Hi. How are you?”

“I’m fine,” He gestured at the champagne flute in your hands, “You’re going to snap that.”

You looked down noticing your grip was like a vice and gasped.

“Shit.” You loosened your fingers and blushed, “That would’ve been embarrassing.”

He gave you a sympathetic look, “Tough week?”

You groaned, setting the glass to one side and shaking your head, “Tough month.”

Namjoon and you were fairly close. The two of you had grown up together - along with Nayeon and Jungkook - and you felt you could genuinely trust him. He was the only member of the Special Seven - apart from Jungkook of course - that you felt you had a real friendship with.

Namjoon was different to other made men.

He was intelligent and grounded. He didn’t act on impulse or throw himself into situations he couldn’t handle.

Namjoon was like the centre of gravity that Bangtan desperately needed.

You liked that about him.

“It’s not your doting husband, is it?” He asked, raising a sarcastic brow.

You assumed he knew the truth about your marriage - even down to the fact Jungkook had no romantic feelings towards you. The two of them were close - brothers, really - and you imagined they shared everything with one another.

“It’s not his fault,” You answered, though you weren’t sure you totally believed it, “We were both… Forced into this.”

“But you love him.” The words weren’t questioning - they were a statement. Namjoon always was so intuitive.

“How did you - I mean… What are you talking about?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Anybody with eyes can tell you love him Y/N - that you have loved him for years.”

Something inside you twinged.

It wasn’t that you cared that other people knew. You didn’t. Love wasn’t something to be ashamed of.

It was just…. Well Jungkook knowing that other people knew.

Would he care?

And at this point… Did it even really matter?

“It’s not his fault he doesn’t feel the same way,” You said eventually, deciding it wasn’t even worth it to deny Namjoon’s accusations, “That’s just life.” “Jungkook is an idiot,” Namjoon wrinkled his nose, “He wouldn’t know love or commitment if it whacked him in the fucking face. He’s spent his entire life dropping women’s panties and not sticking around to get to know them. He thinks he’s incapable of anything more.”

You raised a brow, “I think he just doesn’t want anything more.”

“Bullshit,” Namjoon shook his head, “He doesn’t know what he wants.”

“And you do?” You replied, smiling a little at the way Namjoon’s brow furrowed into a frown.

He seemed genuinely annoyed at your husband’s behaviour.

“I know he’s too much of a pussy to even open himself up to the idea of being with you for real,” He shrugged, hands reaching for his pockets, “Even told him so myself.” “Really? And what did he say? I’m sure that went down a treat…”

“Told me to fuck off of course. But what else did I expect from the ever eloquent Jeon Jungkook?” You laughed at that and so did Namjoon, shaking his head at his younger friend’s apparent stupidity, “Honestly. I know Jungkook. And I know that deep down inside, all he really wants is to be loved, Y/N. And I think you could help him realise that.”

His words warmed you down to the tips of your toes.

“You think so?”

When he nodded, you felt something in your chest expand and lighten.

For the first time since you’d found out about your engagement, you felt a little better about things.

If Namjoon thought Jungkook had the capability to come around.. Then maybe things weren’t so bleak.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled warmly, “Thank you. For speaking to me. It really has helped.” “Just being honest,” He shrugged, “Thought you deserved to know my opinion, I guess.”

“You always have been the smartest Bangtan boy.”

A throat cleared from somewhere to your life and you both turned to look, lips lifting unconsciously into a smile at the sight of your husband. But Jungkook wasn’t smiling. In fact, his mouth was pulled taut into a firm line.

And he was… Glaring at Namjoon.

“What are you two talking about?” Jungkook asked, hard eyes turning on you.

You felt a little intimidated by the way his gaze seemed to sear straight through you.

“Just catching up, Jungkookie.” You watched your husband cringe at the nickname that rolled off Namjoon's tongue, “Don’t keep her locked away for so long again.”

“I’ll try not to Joonie.” His eyes were still pitch black, “You ready to go, Y/N? I’m getting tired.”

You arched a brow at his odd behaviour.

If you didn’t know any better you would think he was jealous.

But there was absolutely no way Jungkook would feel jealous or possessive over you… Was there?

“Okay.” You nodded swiftly and turned to Namjoon, “It was nice speaking to you Joon. I hope we can catch up again soon.” His eyes were soft and he smiled, “You can count on that.”

You didn’t even realise Jungkook’s hand had slipped into yours until he was pulling you away from the crowd almost roughly. Namjoon gave you a little wave and a knowing wink, and you shook your head, confused by your husband’s sudden shift in behaviour.

There was no way he was actually jealous, was there?

Not after knowing the way you felt about him.

Not after pushing you away himself and making it clear he wasn’t interested in a real marriage.

No. You shook your head.

He must just be tired, like he’d said.

When the two of you made your way outside, you finally tugged your husband’s hand and forced him to look at you.

“What?” The word was sharp and angry.

You flinched, “Are you… Okay?”

“Just peachy. Enjoyed your little chat with Namjoon?”

You followed him down the marble staircase, towards the garage.

“Wait. Is that why you’re acting like this?” You were speaking to Jungkook’s back - why was he walking so damn fast? - as you struggled to keep up, “Because I was talking to Namjoon?”

Your husband decided not to answer as he grabbed the keys wordlessly from the valet and continued making his way towards the car. You trailed after him, feeling dejected and hurt by his sudden sourly attitude.

What right did he have to be angry at you when all you had been doing was talking to a friend?

“Jungkook!”

His name flew out of you angrily, just as the two of you reached the car.

He froze for a moment, and then turned, eyes hard like two glass balls of obsidian black.

You finally caught up with him, confused and hurt at the way he was treating you. It made absolutely no sense.

“Why are you mad at me?” “I’m not mad.” You rolled your eyes, “Obviously you are. I’m not stupid. So why are you mad?” “I’m not mad,” He answered unlocking the car and - despite his apparent fury - opening the passenger door for you, “I just find it sweet that you and Namjoon seem to get on so well.”

He slammed his own car door shut and your fingers twitched as you clicked in your seatbelt.

“You’re being stupid.” He turned to you again, his eyes wide, “Sorry what? This coming from the woman that basically pissed on me in front of Jihyo to mark her territory?” Ok. Now you were mad.

“How the fuck can you even compare the two?” You couldn’t believe how irrational he was being, “She was literally all over you.” “So was Namjoon!”

“Oh my god.” You tugged a hand through your hair, “You’re an idiot.” “I’m an idiot am I? For finding it uncomfortable that my wife and my best friend spent the evening flirting right in front of me?” “Why do you even care?” Your eyes were watering with angry tears but you bit them back, “You made it very clear that you aren’t interested in making this marriage work the way I want it to. So what does it matter if I flirt with Namjoon?” You knew maybe your words weren’t the wisest. Perhaps you should’ve assured him that the reality was all you’d spoken to Namjoon about was how much you loved your oblivious husband.

But he’d hurt you. You sort of wanted to hurt him back.

“Right,” He seethed, “So it’s not alright for me to have an affair, but totally fine for you to?”

Your heart clenched.

“Oh my god. Oh MY GOD. Jungkook what the fuck? We were talking about you for god’s sake. Okay?!” You pinched the bridge of your nose and felt the tears catch on the edge of your fingers, “What the hell? Why would I ever cheat on you? Not only am I completely in love with you but Namjoon is your best friend! Jesus.”

The words were like lava spilling from your mouth, hardening everything they touched.

You couldn’t take it back. It was all out there in the open.

Completely in love with you, you’d said.

Shit.

You squeezed your eyes shut, counting to ten. Waiting for something. Anything.

After a moment, your husband cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry.”

Your pulse jumped.

“What?” You opened your eyes and when you looked at Jungkook, he was already regarding you with something… Different. It wasn’t the same affection he usually regarded you with. It was… Deeper. You didn’t know what it was.

But it sort of scared you. In a good way.

“I said I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t… I don’t know what came over me.” He shook his head and tugged a hand through his hair, “I was...Jealous.”

The word fell like a stone between the two of you.

“What?” Your voice was like the wind, almost, “Why would you be jealous?” He smiled - small and gently - and shrugged, “You’re my wife. That means something, doesn’t it? So I don’t - I wasn’t thinking straight. I reacted badly. Forgive me.”

Your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your chest.

“So it was a possessive thing,” You answered, licking your bottom lip. Your husband’s eyes flickered to your mouth, “You wanted to stake your claim on me.”

He shook his head, “No. It was more than that.” He clicked his tongue, “I was jealous that you weren’t with me. He made you laugh. I hated that.”

Now you were sure you must be dreaming.

There was no way your husband was saying these things.

You tucked your lip between your teeth, “What does that mean?” He shook his head, eyes searching your face before they fell on your mouth again.

“I don’t know.”

He leaned in slightly and you held your breath.

“Are you going to kiss me?” You whispered - nerves wracking through your body hotly.

It felt like the world stood still for a moment. And then Jungkook’s eyes softened like butter. “Yeah. I am. If that’s okay?”

You nodded stiffly. And then he kissed you.

Your body hummed to life at the contact eyes falling closed immediately as you allowed your husband to bundle you up in his arms. It was uncomfortable of course - cramped in the front seat of the car - but Junkook picked you up and pulled you towards him, anyway.

You giggled as your dress caught on the gear shift, and your husband laughed, pressing his forward to yours, settling you into his lap.

“You look beautiful,” He told you honestly, eyes earnest, “Did I tell you that already?” You shook your head - breathless and hot all over.

Jungkook - your Jungkook - was kissing you.

He was kissing you. And he seemed to be really enjoying himself.

“Well you do,” He said decidedly, pressing his lips to your collarbone as he pushed the strap of your dress further down your arm, “You look beautiful.” Your heart caught in your chest, and it felt almost like you were on fire.

Everything Jungkook’s lips touched tingled, and even though you knew this was actually happening, it still felt like some kind of vivid dream.

“Thank you,” You whispered breathlessly, not knowing what else to say.

Jungkook smiled softly at your words, his mouth moving towards your collarbone and pressing kisses against the skin there.

“I love these freckles,” He groaned, tracing the dots with the tip of his nose, “So cute.” Your heart flipped and you sighed, “Thank you.”

He pulled away a little and pressed his forward to yours, chuckling softly.

“That’s all you have to say?”

You felt dazed as you stared back at him, “Huh?”

“Thank you,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your brow, “It’s all you have to say, it seems.”

“I’m a little…” You cleared your throat and felt a shiver crawl up your spine as Jungkook tucked some hair behind your ear, “Lost for words.”

Your husband smiled - self-satisfied and a little proud, “C’mere.”

He leaned towards you and once again you were swept up by his kisses. It felt as though you were spinning out of axis - but it was so good. Nothing had ever come close to this and you told yourself that if this was it - if this was the only time Jungkook was going to kiss you - then you were going to make it count.

You brought your shaky hands up to his chest, intending to push his jacket off his shoulders, but losing your nerve along the way. Instead you tightened your grip on the material of his blazer. You felt him smirk against your lips.

“Want me to take it off?” He asked, after a moment, pulling away so he could search your face for an answer.

You expected him to be cocky - smug - but instead his gaze was just questioning. Your heart twisted.

“Yeah,” You nodded furiously, “Please.”

He smiled again, and did as you’d told him to, removing the jacket and throwing it somewhere to your left. You continued kissing him with fervor - making up for your lack of experience with enthusiasm - and after a while you felt his lips venture towards your throat…

And then lower to the valley of your breasts.

And - for some reason unbeknownst to you - you froze.

Jungkook took that as a cue to stop and pulled away, a dark brow arched.

“Sorry.” His hair was all out of place, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“No, I liked it.” You assured him, feeling your heartbeat pulling out of your chest, “I just… This is my first time doing anything like…. This.”

“Right.” He still seemed unconvinced.

“But I’m enjoying myself. I was enjoying myself. All of it.”

Jungkook’s eyes were warmer than you’d ever seen them. He pushed your hair out of your face and bit his bottom lip.

“We should probably stop anyway.”

Your heart fell.

“Oh.”

“We’re in the front seat of a car - anybody could walk by,” He added on, eyes following your expression carefully, “Not exactly a good idea.”

“Okay,” You nodded, suddenly realising the position you were in.

Jungkook had pushed the straps of your dress down your arm - exposing more of your cleavage than you probably were comfortable showing in public - your hair was a mess, your lips were puffy and your make up was probably all smudged.

You made to climb off your husband’s lap, before Jungkook grabbed the back of your head gently. He forced you to look at him.

“I was enjoying myself, too. For the record.”

And then he kissed you again, once, soundly - on the mouth.

God.

You really did love him.

The days after your tryst in the car were filled with uncertainty.

Jungkook had driven the both of you home in almost complete silence - save for the murmuring of the radio - and when you climbed into bed that night, the only thing he offered you was an arm to cuddle into.

You’d taken it of course - gladly - and every night since then the two of you moved towards one another as soon as the bedside lamp clicked off.

But it wasn’t enough for you.

And apart from night time snuggling - nothing much had changed about your relationship.

But after having felt Jungkook’s lips on your own - felt the way his kisses seared straight through you - you wanted that feeling again. And despite what he’d said about enjoying himself… You wondered if maybe that was just to spare your feelings.

Perhaps he’d realised all at once how little he was attracted to you.

Maybe that’s why he hadn’t made a move since.

The thought caused your throat to clog up, and your heart to clench, so you pushed it all back down, trying not to think about it.

Instead you found another pet project - this one a pair of dark blue jeans that Jungkook had ripped a hole through. You’d heard him complaining to his butler, Minhyuk, about how they were his favourite pair, and you wanted to fix them for him.

You sat in the same armchair you always did - tucked into the corner of the master bedroom - and listened to the radio mumbling gently in the background. It was some stupid cheesy love song, but still the lyrics caused the same feelings you tried so very hard to push back down, to bubble up.

A figure in the doorway paused your actions and you looked up.

It was your husband. His eyes were unreadable.

“Jungkook,” You smiled softly, “Hi.”

You couldn’t hide your content at seeing him - could never hide how happy he made you - and you resigned yourself to stop trying.

He didn’t say a word. Instead he walked over to you carefully and fingered the material of the jeans.

“Oh.” You laughed gently, “I just heard you talking about them the other day. Thought I could pull my weight around here.”

Your movements had stopped, but Jungkook’s big hand came to rest over your own.

He bent down so that his face was level with yours.

“You didn’t have to do that.” His eyes were like two balls of fire now, melting you from the inside out.

You felt your bottom lip tremble, “I know.”

And then his mouth was on yours. He took the jeans out of your hand and set them to one side, grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing at all.

You giggled a little, and when Jungkook pulled away to watch you laugh, he couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out.

“You’re so…” He didn’t finish the sentence, instead leading you over to the bed and laying you down.

His eyes were questioning as he played with the hem of your t-shirt, and without a second thought you lifted your arms, letting him pull it over your head. It was embarrassing of course.

The first time Jungkook would see you in underwear and you were wearing the most unflattering beige bra. But he didn’t seem to mind.

He helped you unhook the bra, and when your hands came to cover your breasts, he stopped you.

“Let me see them. Please.” His eyes were hot and you felt like you were suffocating almost.

You nodded wordlessly and pulled your arms down, watching as Jungkook took in your naked torso.

“Fuck. So beautiful.” He whispered, leaning down and pressing his mouth against your breasts.

You arched against him, feeling as though you were going to explode just from that one touch, and Jungkook smiled, “So sensitive, too.”

His lips moved to your nipple, and he sucked gently, watching you attentively. His body was completely taut - waiting for your reactions - and when you moaned wantonly he smirked.

“Fuck,” You whispered and your husband clicked his tongue teasingly.

“Such profanity.” He smirked and tugged your trousers down slowly, “Guess we’ll have to clean your mouth out with soap, Angel.” The nickname was like a surge of warmth, straight to your core. He’d barely touched you and already you were panting like you could no longer take it.

“Please Jungkook,” You begged, not even knowing what you were begging for, “Please.” “Alright, shhh, shhh. I’ll give you what you want baby,” His lips played with the hem of your panties, and after a moment he pulled those down too, “C’mere.” And then his mouth was on you and it felt like time itself had stood still. You arched your back almost completely off the bed - and if it wasn’t for Jungkook’s steadying hands on your thighs you might have melted to the ground right then.

He licked at you diligently, and you found yourself winding tighter and tighter like a coil about to break from the pressure.

“Oh god… Oh god…”

His eyes bore straight through yours, and you felt like you might pass out from the intensity.

“That’s it,” He whispered, removing his mouth and using his hands instead, “Cum for me Angel.”

And finally, a wave of indescribable pleasure washed over you. It was so strong you thought you might shatter into a thousand pieces.

Jungkook coaxed you through your climax, and when you finally came down from your high - your bones like jelly - he climbed up your body and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“A thank you,” He smiled boyishly, “For the jeans.”

Your eyes were round and wide as you stared up at him, “But don’t you want-”

“Nope. Don’t need it.”

Jungkook pulled you under the covers, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing you towards his chest.

“But Jungkook-”

“Sleep Angel.” A soft kiss was pressed to your forehead, “We’ve got plenty of time for everything else.”

And in that heart-wrenching moment you realised that Jeon Jungkook not only owned your heart - he owned your body, mind and soul too.

“Okay,” You whispered, pressing a kiss against the firm plane of his chest, “Goodnight.”

That night, you slept like a baby.

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