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I know we joked about Seokjin crushing on Vows OC and a Vows couple threesome going on.

But never in my wildest dreams did I expect this… and it hit every nail of the emotional head. It made me want to punch the air and say to him, “go get her!!!”

🩶🩶🩶

Brat

Bangtan Christmas drabble 6 - read the rest here.

Kim Seokjin is a lot of things to you. The high school heartthrob you never got with, the fuckboi you hooked up with occasionally in college, and now the chaebol boss you didn't sign up to work for. Things he's never been? A man you can rely on.

Pairing: Seokjin x f! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Chaebol! Seokjin, Vows AU spin-off, smut, angst, fluff

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: Sex, swearing, Vows Yoongi

Prologue

Kim Seokjin admires the line of your arm, visible above the covers, thrown up above your head. Your skin is lovely in the low lighting seeping in under his bedroom door.

You turn over onto your back, stare up at the ceiling. Seokjin isn’t sure if you know he’s awake too, and then you turn to him.

The curve of your bare breast shifts delightfully as you turn onto your side, a rounded expanse that Seokjin wants to run his tongue over. He’s spent, he’s just come inside you, but his cock, always eager for you, twitches at the view.

You sigh, and even in the darkness he can see the sweet curve of your lips.

‘You’re very good,’ you say, almost begrudging even though he’s made you come three times tonight, made damn sure you enjoyed yourself as much as he did.

Seokjin hums. ‘I’m good to go again if you are,’ he offers. He’s already looking forward to the ache of being hard again, of holding back until you’re crying and senseless underneath him.

It’s when he loves you best.

You look at him thoughtfully, as though considering, and then you sit up. The covers slide down off of you, bunching in a heap just high enough to cover the lower curve of your breasts.

Seokjin’s unabashed about staring at you when you’re together like this.

You roll your eyes. ‘Seokjin.’ Your voice is softer in tone than the usual guardedness you address him with.

‘Kiss me,’ Seokjin says. The words are out before he quite knew he was going to say them, and they hang in the air.

He rarely shows vulnerability. He’s Kim Seokjin after all, a scion of the Kim family. He’s wealthy, outrageously good looking, privileged. He gets everything he wants with little effort on his part, and that’s exactly how he likes it.

Except you.

He’s been trying to get your attention since high school. You sleep with him willingly, but you’ve never once asked for his company without him having approached you.

And here he is, begging for a kiss like some —-

The thought flies out of his head when you lean forward, put your hand on his chest, and kiss him. Your lips are sweet, familiar, and you know how he likes to be kissed.

You’ve been kissing Seokjin for years, and you’re so good at it he can’t imagine a life without you.

Seokjin breathes in your scent, realises he’s humming quietly as you kiss him. His love for you thrums through his skin everywhere you touch him.

When you pull away, his eyes open.

Your expression is difficult to read.

‘You’re such an asshole, Seokjin,’ you sigh.

‘I know, but you love it,’ he agrees. ‘Kiss me again.’

You shake your head. ‘I have to go.’

Seokjin says, ‘Stay. I’m good for another round.’

‘I can’t.’

‘Worried you’ll fall in love with me?’ he asks, injecting mocking into his tone.

Oh the irony.

‘I’m already in love with you,’ you say. You’re getting up, picking your clothes off the floor. ‘That’s the problem.’

Seokjin’s heart leaps. ‘I’m in love with you too,’ he says, simply. Truthfully.

He thinks he sounded heartfelt, but the history of fucking around between you paints over the present so easily.

You roll your eyes at his declaration.

‘Convince me next time, Seokjin.’

He slips into the asshole persona he wears all the time around you.

‘Please,’ he says, feigning nonchalance. ‘I don’t have to convince you of anything. You’ll be back.’

‘Yeah,’ you agree.

You throw him a smile, affectionate but with a sadness to it that tugs his heart.

‘See you.’

***

The beginning

‘You’re ridiculous,’ you scoff, fastening your bra.

The man who’s just fucked you breathless doesn’t even blink, stretching languidly on the bed.

He’s so long his feet hang over the edge. He turns over, and despite yourself, you can’t help but admire the expanse of golden skin on show.

You know that his skin is as warm as it looks.

The sheet covers his ass, just barely.

You feel like tugging it down so you can admire his bare butt too.

‘I’m ridiculous, but you’re still here,’ Seokjin purrs, turning his head, catching you staring at him.

His smile turns into a smirk. You want to slap it off his face, but you think he’d like that too much.

‘Anyway call me when you want to do this again.’

His voice is silken, and between the beautiful tone of it and his gorgeous body and face, you’re sorely tempted to jump back into bed with him.

You pick up your phone and dial.

He raises an eyebrow at you when his phone rings, but he answers anyway.

‘Y/N?’ he says.

‘Yeah, can we fuck again?’ you ask.

Seokjin says, like the asshole you know he is, ‘Kind of busy right now.’

You glare at him. ‘Busy doing what?’

He laughs, and you marvel at his audacity.

You hang up and storm out of his apartment.

Your phone rings when you get down to street level, but you don’t answer.

You’re never going to pander to Kim Seokjin again. This is the last fucking time.

***

When Kim Seokjin was 17, he was the same height he is now, but only half as much of an asshole.

You were the prettier one then, the girl known for her artistic talent.

He’d approached you one day after school, saying your name as you’d walked past him.

‘Yes,’ you’d answered politely. He was in your class but you ran in different crowds.

‘Can you help me make a card?’ he’d asked.

‘What kind of card?’

‘A greeting card for Valentine’s day,’ he’d explained, walking with you to your next class.

Sometimes now, when he’s feeling especially dickish, he claims to have kickstarted your entire career as a graphics designer.

You personally think that Seokjin was born to work in his father’s company. He has no discernible talent or skill but he’s always been good at delegating.

Anyway, you’d spent hours creating a beautiful card for him, personalised with the name of one of the prettiest and most popular girls in school.

He’d arrived at your senior prom with her on his arm.

He hadn’t so much as said hello as he’d swanned past you.

You were well into your second year at university before you’d realised he was at the same university as you.

You were at some house party trying to get away from some drunken jerk when he’d walked right up to you and inserted himself between you and the jerk.

‘Don’t bother,’ he’d said to the jerk in a loud stage whisper. ‘She’s terrible in bed.’

Jerk dispatched, he’d then looked to you for approval.

You blame society for lifting men up who do the bare minimum.

You’d let him fuck you in one of the bedrooms.

And then again, a week later, at some other guy’s birthday party.

And then, regrettably, in a skanky club bathroom.

Your little friends with benefits arrangement with Seokjin had imploded at the end of your final semester of second year.

You’d been working on your final project with your partner, a quiet but sharply intelligent guy called Yoongi. You and Yoongi had ended up scoring the highest in your class.

You remember standing in the corridor outside the faculty office, admiring your name at the top of the list, when Seokjin had said your name.

Just like that first time, in high school, you’d turned, looked at him, and replied, ‘Yes?’

‘Want to go celebrate?’ he’d asked.

His idea of a celebration had been to take you to his apartment off campus and to eat you out until you were sobbing his name.

He’d offered to make you ramen after, which is when you’d discovered he had a roommate.

Your fiercely intelligent project partner, Yoongi.

Yoongi had looked as surprised to see you as you were to see him.

He’d given Seokjin a long look that you couldn’t understand, and then apologised to you.

‘I’m sorry,’ Yoongi had said, politely. ‘Seokjin doesn’t often have guests over.’

‘I can’t imagine why,’ you’d replied.

‘I just wanted to eat pussy in peace,’ Seokjin had muttered.

‘Don’t be an asshole,’ Yoongi had said, sharply.

You’d watched in amazement as Seokjin’s mouth had snapped shut.

You’d said something about leaving then, and Yoongi had offered to drive you home, but all you’d wanted to do was get away.

The next time you’d seen Seokjin had been at a wedding of a mutual friend.

Seokjin had been one of the groomsmen and you’d been a bridesmaid.

He’d smiled at you warmly at the rehearsal dinner, and although you’d been wary at first, he’d looked so handsome in his suit you’d been totally disarmed.

You’d let him pull you into a hug, and his hand had drifted down your back to the top of your ass.

‘Your ass is bigger now,’ he’d murmured.

You’d looked up at him and snapped, ‘Too bad I can’t say the same about your dick.’

He’d frowned. ‘It’s a compliment,’ he’d insisted.

You’d scowled back at him and ignored him for the rest of the dinner.

At the wedding, he’d escorted you down the aisle, quieter than usual.

He’d been so quiet you’d asked him if he was ok.

He’d blinked at you and replied that he was hungover and tapped out from fucking the maid of honour after the rehearsal dinner.

You’d dropped his arm as soon as it was acceptable to do so.

You’d been applying for jobs after your company went out of business, when you’d seen your dream job advertised.

The ad looked like it was tailored for your skillset, the only downside being that it was for a subsidiary of the Kim conglomerate.

Seokjin’s family company.

You’d run into him after your interview, just as you were leaving.

‘Y/N,’ he’d said, looking genuinely pleased to see you.

You’d been pleased too, before you remembered all of your history together.

‘How’ve you been?’ he’d asked.

You’d told him about your job interview over drinks, culminating in a night of mind blowing sex.

A few days later you’d been offered the job.

You doubt he’d had anything to do with it, but you’ve never asked.

***

Han Yeri’s the person you work most closely with as part of the design team, and over the past few months she’s become a good friend too.

She eyes you over the screen you’re currently staring at.

‘Let me guess, you saw him last night,’ she says, tossing a paperclip at you.

You look up at her, surprised.

‘You always look off after you’ve seen him,’ Yeri says, shrugging. ‘Disgruntled.’

Which begs the question, why do you continue to see Seokjin?

You avoid her direct gaze and the unspoken question.

‘I guess I like things that are bad for me,’ you say, morose.

‘Good dick is hard to find,’ Yeri says, ‘and he must be fucking good in bed for you to hate him so much and yet keep coming back to him.’

She’s not wrong.

Seokjin’s incredible in bed.

When you’re with him, really with him, his mouth loses its sardonic twist and softens into smiles and pouts. His height, often used to tower over you when he’s being particularly irritating, becomes thrilling rather than annoying.

He holds you like he likes you, whispering praise that makes you melt for him, if only for the moments you’re in bed together.

As soon as you get out of bed, though, he makes you want to push him off a cliff.

Yeri’s looking at you, amused.

There’s a knock on the door behind you, and Yeri straightens up when she sees who it is.

You turn to see Mrs Song, your head of design, accompanied by Kim Seokjin and a man who looks pretty familiar.

The man smiles at you, and as soon as you see the way his face crinkles you recognise him.

It’s Min Yoongi, your project partner from all those years ago.

‘Yoongi!’ you say, greeting him with a big smile.

He says your name, and you notice how beautifully he’s dressed.

‘I don’t get greeted like that,’ Seokjin murmurs so only you can hear.

You ignore him.

Mrs Song clears her throat.

‘Y/N, you’ll be leading the community engagement project on tech safety, and working closely with teams from Mr Min’s company,’ she informs you.

‘I hope that arrangement is agreeable to you,’ Yoongi says, smiling politely at you. ‘You come highly recommended.’

‘Of course, it’s a wonderful opportunity,’ you say honestly.

‘I’ll have my project lead reach out to you,’ Yoongi promises. ‘What are you doing tonight? I’d love to catch up on what you’ve been doing since uni.’

‘She’s having dinner with me,’ Seokjin interjects smoothly. ‘We’d love for you to join us, Yoongi.’

Yoongi looks between you and Seokjin, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He looks like he’s about to say something but his phone rings, and his slight smile blooms into a full one, lighting up his serious face.

His wedding ring glints as he lifts his phone to answer.

At odds with the soft expression on his face, his tone of voice is neutral, cool, when he answers.

‘Jagiya, let me guess, you’ve hired out our house for filming and we have to move to the pool house for a month.’

His voice lowers, and he laughs softly at the response he gets.

‘Of course there’s only one bed. I’m having dinner with Seokjin and an old university friend, would you like to join us?’

He listens intently, face softening. ‘Want me to ask Mrs Gye to make you soup? I won’t be late back, ok? Sleep in my bed.’

He rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. ‘I’ll see you later, my love.’

Seokjin pouts when Yoongi hangs up.

‘You didn’t give her a kiss from me,’ he complains.

You’re oddly endeared, you’ve never seen this side of Seokjin before. He’s cocky, self obsessed, borderline mean at all times, but never — cute.

‘She doesn’t want kisses from you,’ Yoongi replies, raising a brow, unbothered.

Seokjin scoffs at the absurdity of the notion that anyone might not want a kiss from him.

Yoongi’s already nodding to you. ‘I’ll see you later, Y/N, I’m looking forward to it.’

He walks out with Mrs Song.

You glance at Seokjin to find he’s looking back at you.

‘We didn’t have dinner plans,’ you say.

‘I’m aware of that,’ he replies. He doesn’t deign to explain.

He sighs. ‘I’ll have to call Kara and let her know I can’t see her tonight.’

You roll your eyes.

‘Can you wear that black dress?’ asks Seokjin.

‘Can you go away so I can work in peace?’ you retort.

Seokjin blinks like you’ve hurt his feelings.

You’re about to get back to work when he asks, ‘Are you on your period? Your tits look so nice.’

‘Get out of my office, Seokjin.’

***

The place you’re meeting Yoongi and Seokjin for dinner is close to your office, thankfully, because you’d lost track of time finishing off a project for a charity.

By the time you arrive, both Seokjin and Yoongi are already seated.

‘Sorry I’m late,’ you say apologetically.

Seokjin gets up to pull your chair out for you, and you don’t miss the look Yoongi throws Seokjin. You hadn’t realised that the two were so close, still.

Yoongi spends a lot of time telling you about his wife. You’re not one for society gossip, but you’ve heard a lot about their unconventional relationship.

It seems to be working for Yoongi, softening his edges, blunting the sharpness of the man you once knew.

Seokjin leans back in his chair across from you, busying himself with ogling the bare skin of your cleavage.

You fix him with a stern glare, but unsurprisingly, he’s undeterred.

‘Behave, Seokjin,’ says Yoongi, mildly, raising a brow.

‘‘You must spend a lot of time keeping Seokjin in line,’ you say, deliberately trying to provoke Seokjin the way he provoked you.

‘He only seems to misbehave around you,’ Yoongi observes, neutral. ‘He always has.’

You’re surprised, but saved from answering by the arrival of your appetizers.

***

After the meal, Yoongi’s collected by his driver and Seokjin seems reluctant to leave, lingering by your side, until you say, dryly, ‘Is there anything I can do for you, Seokjin?’

He brightens. ‘Yes. I have a bottle of Malbec that I opened yesterday and I need help finishing it.’

You snort. ‘Why don’t you bring it over to Kara’s?’

He mumbles something that doesn’t make any sense.

‘Speak up,’ you say, nudging him gently.

‘I’d rather share it with you,’ he says.

Your first reaction is disbelief.

Then you realise he’s still looking at you, face completely serious.

He doesn’t seem to have a punchline at the ready.

‘Seeing you with Yoongi made me realise how you’ve been a part of my life for a long time,’ he continues.

Seokjin shrugs, an elegant slight rise of his broad shoulders.

‘The wine was a gift, and I’d rather share it with someone who means something to me.’

For the second time tonight, you’re stunned into silence.

Then you scoff. ‘You mean someone you like fucking.’

Seokjin laughs, looks away. His profile in the moonlight is beautiful, straight nose, firm jawline, and the curve of his neck makes you think of all the times you’ve kissed him.

If you really think about it, you’ve kissed him a lot.

‘I like fucking,’ he admits. ‘I make sure you like it too, don’t I?’

You can’t deny it.

‘I’ll share your Malbec with you, Seokjin, and your bed,’ you say, finally.

His smile is blindingly pretty, but doesn’t make your heart race so much as the way he reaches over and grasps your hand.

It feels loose, transient. You’ve never held hands before, not out of bed, anyway.

You’re thinking of something to say when he says, teasing, ‘God, your hands are clammy.’

You try to pull away but he grasps you tighter.

‘A little sweat never stopped me before,’ he remarks.

‘Shut up, Seokjin.’

He laughs again, but he keeps holding your hand, and you don’t try to pull away again.

***

The elevator to Seokjin’s penthouse is virtually soundless, doors sliding shut with a snick, elevator rising up with the faintest of hums.

He’s standing closer to you than he has to, body turned towards yours, chest brushing your shoulder.

He leans down, tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, affection in his gaze.

Butterflies start fluttering in your stomach.

You share a smile.

The elevator doors open, and he opens his mouth to speak, but you never hear what he has to say, because as soon as he escorts you out of the lift you’re greeted by a stunning woman in a silken dress, a pout on her lips.

‘Seokjin,’ she says.

The man in question glances at you, and in his expression you read a mixture of chagrin and embarrassment.

‘Kara,’ Seokjin says, nodding politely.

Kara shoots you a look. ‘I thought we had plans, Seokjin.’

You raise an eyebrow. ‘I thought we had plans too, Seokjin.’

There’s no way you’re making this easy on him.

Seokjin says, ‘I’m sorry I cancelled on you, Kara.’

‘Well it’s fine, you’re here now,’ Kara replies.

You can see the brick red flush travelling up Seokjin’s beautiful neck, although you’re not thinking of kissing him now.

At this rate, he’ll be lucky if you don’t castrate him.

‘Perhaps we’ll share your Malbec another time, Seokjin,’ you say, smooth as silk, extricating yourself from the situation.

He says your name and really it’s your own fault for believing that a man like Kim Seokjin could ever change.

You turn around and exit the way you came.

***

Yeri, sitting on the sidelines beside the batting cage, winces as you swing the baseball bat and knock a ball straight up over the fence.

‘Let me guess,’ she calls. ‘You’re imagining it’s his balls you’re hitting.’

‘Even better,’ you call back, fixing your baseball cap on your head grimly. ‘I’m imagining it’s his face.’

‘He has a pretty face,’ Yeri says, trailing off when you glare at her.

‘No one is arguing that he’s pretty,’ you spit out. ‘That’s why he gets away with it.’

‘With what?’ Yeri asks.

‘Being an irritating, self-centred, cocky, arrogant, asshole!’

You miss the next five balls and throw your bat on the ground.

‘Whose idea was it to hold the company sports day here?’ you growl.

‘I’m sure as hell not going to tell you whilst you’re in a murderous rage,’ Yeri says.

She hands you a bottle of water.

‘Come on, let’s do something else. Something without weapons.’

Which is how you end up in the three-legged race.

You’re waiting for Yeri to finish chatting to friends when you realise that Seokjin’s knelt at your feet.

You feel a tie tightening around your ankle and pull away, but you’re too slow.

‘What the hell, Seokjin,’ you hiss.

‘I didn’t hear any complaints when I tied you up the other day,’ Seokjin replies. He gets up, brushing off his knees.

You keep forgetting how tall he is.

‘You didn’t complain when I tied you up either,’ you point out.

‘You can do anything you like to me,’ Seokjin replies. ‘Come on, let’s win this race.’

‘It’s not a —‘

You break off when Seokjin wraps an arm around your hip and starts running.

‘I hate losing,’ he tells you.

‘Me too,’ you agree.

Seokjin grins. ‘That’s why I love you.’

Your eyes snap to his, but he’s turned away, focusing on the finish line with a sharp, quiet precision that you have to admit is attractive.

You wrap your arm around his waist to support yourself and concentrate on keeping up with his longer strides.

By the time you cross the finish line, he’s bright red and panting, as are you.

‘Did we win?’

You look around for confirmation and realise that you’ve come in second.

Seokjin’s kneeling again, loosening the knot, freeing your leg.

You suck in a breath as he rubs his thumb tenderly over the welt in your skin from the tie.

‘Shouldn’t have tied it so tight,’ he says, looking up at you. ‘Does your leg hurt?’

‘Only my pride at coming in second,’ you reply.

He smiles.

‘Come on, let’s take you home. Unless you want another go at swinging a bat pretending you’re hitting me.’

‘You saw that?’ you ask, grimacing.

‘It’s the same face you make when I tell you no,’ he says, casual.

He smirks at you. ‘You’ve never liked being told no, have you, brat?’

You don’t bother with an answer.

***

Seokjin’s broad back is to you as he soaps up in the shower, his wet hair plastered to his neck.

You’re watching the way his back muscles flex as he moves, when he says, in a knowing voice, ‘Are you staring at me again?’

You scoff. ‘You’re full of it.’

‘And you’re full of me, aren’t you, baby?’ he asks, voice velvety.

He turns around, takes the shower puff out of your hand.

‘Turn around,’ he says.

You look up at him, deciding whether or not you’re going to do as he says.

‘Stop making that bratty face at me,’ Seokjin says, unphased.

His hand lands on your shoulder, and you let him turn you so you’re facing away from him.

He reaches out, traces the line of your spine with his finger, making you shiver.

‘You’re a pretty girl, aren’t you,’ he muses.

He washes along your shoulders, down to the dip at the small of your back, runs the shower puff along your ass cheeks.

Then he replaces the puff with his hands, kneading lightly at your shoulders.

He grasps your sides with both hands, thumbs along your spine, fingers splaying under your breasts.

Your breathing quickens as his fingers travel up, cupping the weight of your breasts.

He pulls you closer, snug against his front, so he can hold you flush to him with one arm as he touches your breasts with his other hand.

Your nipples harden with each slow pass of his palm, slick with soap, sensitive from the jets of water streaming down on you.

His cock, nestled between your ass cheeks, grows as he touches you.

‘Look at this body,’ he says, low, into your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe. ‘Look how you respond to me.’

You close your eyes and moan as he plucks at your nipples, and his cock swells even more, blunt head now nudging at your entrance.

He tilts his head down, and you turn your face to his for a kiss.

His mouth slants over yours, lips warm, tongue seeking.

You turn to get more of him, and he groans as you plaster yourself to his chest.

His now fully hard cock slots between your thighs, and you tighten them, rubbing yourself against him.

The thick vein along the top of his cock feels so good against your clit.

He leans down so you can get your arms around his neck, takes a step so you’re against the wall, so he can grind against you.

He curls his fingers around his cock, lifting it up so you can rub your clit against the underside of him.

You look down and moan at the view of him against your belly, head glistening with pre-cum.

‘It’s being wasted,’ Seokjin grunts. ��Here, let me put it inside you.’

He lifts your leg, pulls it against his hip, and enters you.

You’re sore from the sheer number of times you’ve fucked tonight, but your walls still tighten around him, taking him in.

The drag of his cock is such a familiar pleasure you could cry.

He stops when he’s in you all the way, croons your name with an affection that makes your heart feel light.

Like it’s about to take flight in your chest.

Like he means more to you than you care to admit.

‘Seokjin,’ you say, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

‘Stay here with me,’ he says. ‘I’m right here.’

His touch makes you feel simultaneously weighted and like you’re floating.

Each thrust sends you higher, until you’re curled around him so tightly you can barely stand.

‘There you go,’ Seokjin grunts.

He tilts your face to his, kissing you deep, and swallows your cries as you come around his cock.

You’re vaguely aware of him calling your name as he spills inside you, but you’re more aware of how tightly he’s holding you, like he doesn’t want to let you go.

***

Present day

The company New Year’s eve party tends to start off civilised and then rapidly descend into mess and debauchery.

You’re in two minds about whether you want to go to it this year, last year you’d been hit on by Steven from payroll and equally irritatingly, Seokjin had been too busy being fawned over by Sera and Seulgi from finance to do anything but send a few smug smirks your way.

You recap your lipstick, smooth down the sides of your dress, and sigh.

You really ought to go, you’d promised Yeri you’d be there.

By the time you arrive at the venue, the party’s in full swing.

You spot Yeri with her latest crush by the pop-up bar, wave and head off in search of canapes.

You should have left enough time to eat before coming, you realise, looking grimly at the leftovers.

You remember the stash of chocolate you always keep in your desk drawer and head up in the lifts.

There’s a light on in your workspace.

Funny, you don’t remember leaving it on.

You peer around the partition to see Seokjin sitting at your desk.

He looks up guiltily as you tut loudly.

‘There’d better be enough of that chocolate bar left for me,’ you say, pulling up a chair.

Silently, Seokjin hands you the other half of the chocolate.

‘Remember that card you made for me?’ he asks.

‘The one that directly led to you getting laid?’ you ask.

Seokjin grins, crooked.

‘I was going to give it to you.’

You raise an eyebrow, incredulous.

‘Really.’

‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘I chickened out.’

You’re not convinced.

He reaches out, knits his fingers with yours.

There’s something oddly sad about the curve of his mouth.

‘I’m tired of this,’ he says, quietly.

Your heart drops.

‘Tired of us?’ you ask.

His eyes are intent on yours. ‘Tired of not telling the truth.’

‘What’s the truth?’

‘I don’t just want us to fuck around for another ten years.’

If you’re honest with yourself, that’s not what you want either.

You’ve promised yourself you’re not going to pander to Kim Seokjin ever again, but have you ever really given him a chance?

You’ve always given your body freely to him, but you’ve never really given him access to your heart.

You’ve been too afraid of getting hurt.

He’s still watching you, so you say, ‘I don’t know if I’m any good at dating, Seokjin.’

‘Me either,’ he says. ‘But there’s no one else I’d rather fuck it up with.’

His fingers are still knitted with yours.

You smile at him, unguarded, for the first time in a long time, and he smiles back.

‘Let’s go,’ he says.

You have no idea where he means to take you, but as you skip down the front steps of the building with him, you feel lighter than ever.

It’s a New Year, and a new start.

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jungkook doesn't know if he's gone completely mad or if he's just mad.

it's so blurry right now. the difference in feeling, the moment, the way he feels like he lost all control. it's so strange. in his head, he knows it isn't that bad. so what if you've been ignoring his texts for the past two weeks. so what if you've been absent from all the events he expects to see you and your fiancé at. so fucking what?

so what if he storms downstairs and knocks on your door?

he brought three excuses to offer you but as he stands in front of your door, his knees go weak. he ignores his gut feeling to follow his heart. without another thought, jungkook knocks on your door.

once.

twice.

then, he loses it. he begins to bang on your door like a fucking psycho.

just as he takes a breath, you open the door. wide-eyed, you stare at him in complete shock. then, when you find your words, you spit them at him. "are you out of your fucking mind?"

jungkook takes a step inside your home.

"are you?" he hisses. "two weeks? leaving me after we fucked and i fell asleep was one thing, but ignoring me for two weeks is another. do you get that? what the fuck could you be up to that requires your attention for two weeks—"

"keep your voice down!" you yelp, pushing him back. "he's—"

"jeon?" your fiancé identifies as he comes out from a door. jungkook catches a glimpse. it's your bedroom.

your fiancé walks towards you two, adjusting his tie. he smiles, greeting jungkook warmly.

"is everything okay? you've never visited our home before," he says as he snakes his arm around your waist. your lips curve into a gentle smile as he does this to you. "are you here for business matters? ran out of sugar? or a wedding invite? we just finalized them." he rambles rather excited.

none.

i'm here for your fucking wife.

jungkook shakes his head. "are you headed out?"

your fiancé nods. instantly, you break away from him and open the closet door nearby. taking a jacket out, you help put it on your fiancé. he thanks you as he puts his shoes on.

"last minute meeting. gotta head to the office since my study is filled with wedding prep stuff. ___ here wanted the space. of course i had to give it to her," he laughs. "i'd give her the world."

jungkook bites his tongue.

"y-yeah. i, uh, i just came by because the penthouse cleaning lady did my laundry and mixed our clothing—this belongs to you, right?"

you and your fiancé freeze as jungkook offers your panties.

"total mix up."

your fiancé lowers his gaze at jungkook. he sucks his teeth in and thinks for a moment. you grab your panties from jungkook's hand and hide behind your man. why would jungkook do this? he's swimming too far out. he's crossing too many lines.

you feel him grow suspicious as he states, "there's only three penthouses in his building... kinda weird that ms. kwon would get our loads mixed up..."

you clear your throat.

"love, you're going to be late." you reach over and give him a kiss on the cheek. "come home soon, okay?"

he shakes off the moment and nods. "godspeed. it was nice seeing you, jungkook... thanks for bringing back her... love, while he's here, you can give him the invitation! it'll be a waste to mail it. oh, hey! come to our rehearsal dinner too. it's next friday. go on, love. invite him to that too!"

"for sure," you comply. "jungkook, join us then too."

jungkook blinks at you. "i'll have my secretary clear my schedule... yah... you should get going. good luck with the meeting. if you need anything, let me know." jungkook adds, offering his hand to your fiancé to shake.

he tugs jungkook's hand and grins. "is this you saying you want to merge? i can draft a contract by tonight. join us for breakfast tomorrow and we can be one big happy family."

jungkook chuckles, declining his awful offer. "you wish."

your fiancé laughs heartily. "we can't be competitors forever," he says. "to be honest, i constantly feel like i'm losing against you."

you gulp at his words.

jungkook's eyes shift to you.

then, your fiancé glances at his watch and notices the time. he bids you two goodbye. pushing past jungkook, your fiancé hears him say something he never expect to hear.

"jin," jungkook breathes, "i feel the same."

with that, jin gives him a gentle look. as he turns around to leave for real, he reminds you to give jungkook the first invitation to the wedding. when jin is out of sight, jungkook turns to you. he doesn't say it, but he feels it.

he feels heartbroken.

jungkook takes a moment to look around your home. he's never seen it, really. it's beautiful. there's a lot of things that remind him of you and your taste. the colours, textures, and even placement of art... there's a lot of pictures. pictures of jin and his fishing trips, yours and his travels, and family.

so many pictures of family.

there's a burning feeling inside of him that he can't contain. it's either jealousy or guilt. he doesn't know. he doesn't really want to know.

"what the hell was that?" you cry, shoving jungkook.

jungkook doesn't move.

"not that i have to explain myself to you, but i've been busy with the wedding stuff. why can't you be patient? why can't you leave me alone—"

"goddamnit, don't you think i've tried, woman? do you think i like doing this? i've done everything i can. i even fucking bought you a new phone since yours must be broken—" he pulls out a new phone from his back pocket and tosses it across your kitchen island. you watch it slide, eyebrows knitting together.

"why? my phone isn't broken—"

"then fucking answer when i call. when i text. when i want you."

you glare at him.

"i'm not yours, jungkook."

he towers over you.

"so fucking what?"

a silence falls upon you two. it's almost upsetting. it's almost like if heartache had a sound—this would be it.

"why'd you come here?" you whisper. "you didn't need to bring my panties down. you didn't need to give me a new phone. you—"

"i miss you," jungkook confesses. "i miss you so much that nothing feels the same. my home doesn't feel like home anymore. i miss everything about you. i miss the way you'd come back to me... now, you don't even send me a text back?"

"jungkook—"

"do you miss me too?" he asks, sounding desperate. he takes your hand and pulls you close. "say you miss me, please... i'm losing my mind. i need to know you miss me too."

you take a breath in, feeling dizzy from the truth.

"say it, ___," jungkook begs, as he drops your hands and places his on your waist. pulling you even closer, he places soft kisses on your neck. "you miss me too, right? say you miss me."

you stay silent.

"y-you're going too far, jungkook... you can't come to me home and demand things like this. you can't speak to jin like that—"

"fine," he yields. "i'm sorry. i apologize. i'll send you a fruit basket to signify my regret. i'll behave at the rehearsal dinner. i promise to do all of that... if you j-just—"

"okay, okay," you cup his face and run your thumb across his lips. looking at him sweetly, you see his eyes tearing up. he was hurting. you know it.

"i missed you too," you cave. "i miss you, jungkook."

just like that, jungkook's whole world lights up again.

he kisses you deeply. so much so that when you pull up for air, you lose balance. he picks you up and takes you to your bedroom. the bedroom you share with jin.

there, he sets you down. he takes off his shirt, and then his unbuckles his belt. you watch as he strips and salivates over his body. he crawls on top, hands reaching for the nape of your neck. jungkook then brings you to his lips, kissing you once again. then, he begins.

he has you in all the way he wants to.

you give it to him.

he places himself in between your legs and brings heaven to you. jungkook does everything he's been missing to do with you. he eats you out until your legs shake. he fucks you until you can't take it. somewhere in between your moans and uttering his name, jungkook cums inside you.

when he rolls off of you, you take a minute for yourself. as you gather your thoughts and he dresses himself, you can't help but feel shameless.

"do you want me to help you change your sheets?" he asks, breaking the silence.

you shake your head.

"n-no... i just... i can't believe i just—"

"we just..."

"yeah... we just..." you feel yourself about to cry. "can you go? the invitations are in his study. third door to your left. keep your promise, okay? behave at the rehearsal dinner. bring a date. figure it out, jungkook."

"___—"

"i'm begging you... i don't know what else i can do. it's like i have no control when i'm with you. i always cave. i always go to you. i always... is it always going to be like this? am i always going to be this messy?" you choke on your own words. as you feel yourself sob, you let him know one more thing; "it feels like i've known you all my life. is that weird? like we've met before. we've loved before.... but here? in this life... it's like we can't even..."

"we can't what?"

"we can't even be friends."

jungkook takes a breath. he doesn't go to you when you start to cry. he lets you have this for yourself. rushing out, he doesn't bother to take an invitation for your precious wedding.

from the beginning, he had decided what to do with you.

he'd wait.

he'd wait for you to like him again.

he'd wait for your love.

link to paraluman ... again, iykyk :)

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