Bee ♥

If that meant you worked from the moment you woke up, to the moment you fell asleep for the minimal amount of hours required for your body to not shut down, then that’s what you would do. You needed this so you could live again. You knew you couldn’t live like this forever. The same family you worked tirelessly for bugging you about marriage and kids when you didn’t even have time to sleep. That’s why no matter what it took, you needed this promotion. You had been working tirelessly from 16 years old, studying and working part time until college was over, and then you worked overtime at your low tier office job, because any job was money you could make, and with unlimited overtime you had managed to eliminate about 80% of the debt in the six years since starting this job.

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Stretching your arms, your eyes scanned to the bottom right hand corner of your work computer. 2:34 AM, a sight that has been common for you for years, in which you had no intention of stopping, not when the opportunity for promotion was up on the table. Though this had become the normal for you, now was not the time for you to suddenly quit, not you had to do everything in your power to show your hard work. Your competition was a man far more charismatic and lively than you, life clearly not sucking the soul out of him like it had you. He was lucky to not have to be here at two in the morning, but you were determined, so you found yourself working extreme overtime to show your devotion to the job, or as far as the company you worked for was aware. The promotion hardly mattered to you, but the opportunity to pay your family debt away was what really mattered. Your dad had gambled away your parents retirement and put your childhood home on the line when you were 16 years old. It’s been twelve years since then, and at 28 you were almost through the daunting amount of debt. Your boss described the sign on bonus as “life changing.”

You don’t know how once upon a time you had squeezed romance between all this, but perhaps that’s why it ended.

Most people would go home by now and leave the seemingly endless work for tomorrow, but you didn’t, instead sliding your chair out from under your desk and making your way to the makeshift office kitchen. When you work for such a large company, there’s always some data that needs to be entered somewhere, some spreadsheet needing to be fixed, some math error. You figured the more your name was on things the better. Brewing yourself a cup of coffee on the Kurieg, you waited for your coffee to brew as you did the mental math in your head; if you completed an all nighter today, at 6:00 PM you could clock out and sleep your weekend away, enough to give you that renewed energy to pull you into the next work week and keep this cycle going.

As you moved back to your desk with your cup of coffee in hand, you continued to work into the early hours of the morning. Your coworkers shuffling into the office, mummering “good morning” to each other, blissfully unaware that you were still wearing the same clothes that you were yesterday, that your eye makeup was slightly melted, or that your eyes were clearly blood shot from lack of sleep. No one exactly talked to you, but you didn’t make yourself approachable either. After college you had realized that if you stopped texing people first, if you weren’t the first to say good morning that they would never speak to you again. Watching everyone you knew fade out of your life strengthened your resolve to double down on work.

Sliding out of your seat, you made your way to the vending machine to pick yourself up some breakfast, whatever the cheapest protein bar was stocked today would be your fuel to keep you alert until lunch time, maybe some coffee too, but you’re not too sure if you should have anymore after consuming coffee all night.

You passed by promotion your rival on the way, looking way too cheery for first thing in the morning, he was smiling and laughing with everyone in the office in a way that looked unreal for first thing in the morning. He even flashed you a bright and wide smile as you walked past him. You didn’t return it, not because you didn’t intend to, but because you were so tired that before you could process his smile, he was gone. Sometimes you wished you could be like him, you were envious of someone who could smile that easily, who could look so incredible first thing in the morning. You would be lying if you said you weren't attracted to the man, you had eyes, and anyone who laid eyes on Kim Seokjin knew how dangerous he was to look at. Sometimes you wondered if he was a siren set to draw people in. That same draw though is why your brain can’t comprehend talking to him, he probably thinks you hate him or something. Maybe that’s for the better than ever admitting your school girl crush on the man when you didn’t even have time for yourself, besides, according to your ex: you were unapproachable, lacked any charm, and in his words, completely boring.

You didn’t need to look in the mirror to know this, to see this fact yourself. When your ex told you this, it had stung but you knew he was right. There was no point in denying it when you had no idea who you were anymore. Your ex leaving was unsurprising when you had become a shell of a woman, someone completely unlovable. You knew it, and he knew it too. You wished you could be the woman he wanted of you, someone deserving of love. You wanted it so bad. To feel. To love.

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Making your way back to your desk, sad protein breakfast bar in hand, you noticed a pink sticky note placed on your keyboard. You raised your eyebrow as you approached your desk. Picking up the pink sticky note, there was text written on it with handwriting you didn’t recognize, not like you would recognize anyone’s handwriting, anyways, but that’s beyond the point. The words on the sticky note made you furrow your brow, looking up to scan the room, to see if anyone was looking at you, but no one was, and that confused you further. Shaking your head to try to wake yourself up, you scan the note again trying to make sense on what you were reading.

“For as long as I exist, you are loved and cared for ♥”

You scanned your eyes over the sentence several times, refusing to believe that this could possibly be real and not a joke. Your brain was short circuiting in a way it hasn’t for a long time. Heat obviously and clearly spread over your cheeks as you pressed the back of your hand to them to test the temperature, your suspicions confirmed at the temperature of your now rosy cheeks. What didn’t cross your mind was that whoever left the note could probably see how much you were affected, if you didn’t sleep deprive yourself, you may have conducted yourself more tactfully. Holding the note in your hand, you slid back down to your desk, opening the top drawer and placing the note neatly on the top of the stack of papers sitting in there.

Right now it was hard to believe that something like that was real, let alone for you. The words of your ex hung over your head like a dark cloud. “Boring. Unlovable. Shell of a woman.”

You slumped back in your chair. It was clearly meant for someone else. A thick foggy rain cloud hung over your head for the rest of the day, you felt stupid for even believing for a second that was for you. As your body graced your apartment, you allowed tears to slip from your eyes, slowly trailing down your face as the door shut behind you. Fuck, the feeling of love and being loved was something you dearly missed. If it wasn’t for the fact that you had pulled an all nighter before you would fall into the gentle embrace of slumber, but through quiet sobs you showered yourself until you were satisfied enough. With wet hair and cheeks, you cradled your body to sleep.

You didn’t know how a simple note could affect you so much, but fuck, it did.

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By the time you had woke up, it had been a full 17 hours, now noon on Saturday, and the streets of the vast city outside of your window were bustling and busy. You had laid in bed for a moment, scanning the bare walls of your bedroom as you thought about your day ahead, guilt pinging your heart subconsciously for sleeping so long. If you had gotten up earlier you may have been able to look for a part time job for the day, but you couldn’t, and you didn’t know what to do. Your mind went back to that note as you stared at the ceiling of your bedroom, and all you could think about how you wished that was for you. Despite your situation, the one thing you knew about yourself anymore was how much of a hopeless romantic you once were. Honestly, you were not really sure what went wrong with your ex, even though you thought everything was going well he started to call you bland and boring. It was easy to bury yourself in work after that, to focus on paying down the family debt you had.

Since it was too late to bury yourself in work today, you were not sure what to even do with yourself. You know what you used to enjoy, perhaps giving something that you used to enjoy a go wouldn’t be a bad idea, right?

You stared at the blank walls in your apartment. The place you shared with your ex used to be filled with your personality, your chosen art and decor filling the house. When you split, you didn’t take those memories with you, deeming them too painful to deal with at the time. This apartment felt less like home and more like a place to sleep. What was the point of decorating a space that didn’t feel like home?

Pushing the blanket off your body, you walked over to your dresser and scanned over your clothes. Most of them unworn for years at this point, but you did notice your running vest in the corner of your top drawer, and that decided it for you. So you went on a run, a long winded run by your local lake, like you used to before your life turned what it was now, before you buried yourself in work to forget. The run started normal, feeling the wind under your feet again after a long time feeling freeing, your heart feeling lighter.

This was a feeling you missed deeply. However as you ran further your breathing started to destabilize. Fuck, you could feel panic settling over your body as you ran harder and faster than your body and mind could coordinate. Every emotion you had suppressed over the past few years was finally coming to fruition in this very moment.

Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, you had dropped to your knees, your chest heavy as you held it with the palm of your hand. You needed to stablize your breathing, you needed to-

“_?” A familiar voice called out to you, one you only heard in passing, one associated with a smile you would only allow yourself to take glimpses at when he wasn’t looking. You blinked your teary eyes a few times, clearing the water from your vision as you looked up at Seokjin, still on your knees from your panic attack.

“Seokjin?” your voice cracked as you spoke his name for the first time out loud in months. Speaking out, you said probably the dumbest thing you could in the moment, your brain still trying to process your surroundings.

“Are you okay, Seokjin?”

He wasn’t sure if he should be happy that you knew his name or not, at least in this scenario. He swallowed the spit that he had in his mouth before replying back to you.

“I feel like I should be asking you that more, _.”

For the first time since meeting him, his voice didn’t carry the usual sing songy, happy go lucky tone that it normally did. He was either upset or was concerned, and you were not sure which one you would prefer, or if you were reading entirely too much into this.

“I’m fine” you quipped out, an obvious lie, one you at least at the time thought to be believable. Standing up, you brushed off your knees, clearing what little dirt was on the sidewalk off your skin. “It was uh, nice seeing you Seokjin” you softly spoke out, going to bow politely and turning the other direction. You didn’t make it very far though before the world started to spin around you, and you felt your body drop in the grass people sighing around you as the world went dark.

When you wake up again, the bright florescent light of the hospital graced your vision and you instantly shot up, your features settling into a panic as you observed your surroundings. Tender fingers touched your shoulder and you looked to your side to see familiar long brown locks and tender eyes looking at you.

“Please lay down, I’ll tell the doc you’re awake” Seokjin softly pleaded with you. Sighing, you agreed and laid back down as he pressed the button on the remote of your bed. “How long have I—” you asked, unable to complete your sentence. “It’s only been a few hours” he responded to you. The doctor knocked on the door and allowed himself into the room.

“You’re lucky this young gentleman was able to bring you in fast” the doctor spoke to you seriously as your eyes widened at the fact Seokjin was the one who brought you here. Your coworker who you had a semi crush on but also couldn’t bring yourself to talk to this entire time. Your thoughts were spinning out of control already, the machine beeping quicker behind you as your blood pressure was spiking from overthinking.

“Your cortisol levels are extremely concerning, miss _. You’re malnourished, dehydrated, and your body is showing physical signs of you not sleeping.”

You cringed internally at the doctors brutal words, wishing that Seokjin was not in the room and had to hear the most venerable parts of your life. You could feel his soft brown eyes on you, concern riddling his features as the doctor continued.

“You need to rest, miss _ I recommend taking a few days off of work to rest, recover, and allow your body the time it needs, but if you do that, you will be fine”

Both relief and panic simultaneously washed over your features as you started doing math in your head to see if you could take the time off the doctor said and still pay off the loan sharks coming after your family in time. The answer to that was no. There was no way, but you knew how this went and knew you had to put on your most convincing smile and tell the doctor that yes you would rest, which the doctor seemed to take and told you that he would get you discharged momentarily. As the doctor left the room you could see Seokjin’s eyes burning towards you, and his face had a hardened expression you had never seen before.

“I know you didn’t go home Thursday night” he said to you bluntly, which caused your eyebrows to furrow in return. You didn’t deny it as you replied back, there was no need to lie when he already knew the truth “It was necessary” was all that you could speak out, not wanting to spill your entire life’s shame to Seokjin, the coworker which you blew off and never spoke to you again until today.

“Why were you crying?” he asked softly, which caused you to completely evade eye contact with him. You didn’t know what, or if you should say something at all, but something deep within your chest walls hurt and the pain you were holding in was threatening to spill over once again. “Life is not kind” was all you could muster out to him, feeling a deep sense of shame that you had let your coworker see you like this of all people. If it was a stranger you could at least make sure you never saw them again, a luxury you didn’t have when it came to the man with long brown hair.

You were expecting him to ask more, but he didn’t. He let out a small sigh as his eyes raked over your form in the hospital bed. “I’m responsible to take you home, but I won’t make you tell me anything you don’t want. Just please eat your meals and don’t work all nighters again. I know we are competing for a promotion, but… not like this, please _.” He pleaded with you before continuing.

“I won’t compete with someone who’s going to kill themselves over it, I’ll tell the director I’m out.”

Your eyes shot up, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“Wait Seokjin— no!”

You were surprised at yourself for nearly yelling, your voice hadn’t projected like that in a long time, you were not even sure you still had it in you until this moment. “Listen… I’ll take care of myself just please don’t tell anyone about this, I’ll stop working over nighters, I’ll compete with you fairly… just keep this between us, okay?”

Your eyes were watering again, tears threating to spill out in front of Seokjin for the second time today. You never intended for him to feel guilty, the ripple effect of your actions hitting you all at once. All you could think of is how pathetic you probably looked in this moment. Much to your surprise, however he nodded, agreeing with you.

“That’s better” he said with one of his signature smiles he sported at work “don’t worry we’ll still fight over that promotion, I won’t let you get away that easy” he said with a wink which caused you to let out a chuckle, smiling softly to yourself, a small kick of your feet as they hung off the hospital bed.

Seokjin smiled back at you, his heart swelling, filling up as he saw you smile genuinely for the first time that you met him, even more so that he was the one that made you smile. He was absolutely, completely, going to throw his head into his pillow and scream a little when he got home. He needed to keep his composure and act like you didn’t fill every thought in his mind. Getting you to smile would be the fuel to keep him going for a long time. As the doctor headed in and handed you your discharge paperwork, you thanked the doctor and was on your way out of the hospital.

Seokjin drove you home in a comfortable silence, neither of you feeling the need to fill the void as he hummed to the soft rock playing from his car radio. Despite you insisting that he didn’t need to, he walked you up to your apartment, and made sure the door was locked before heading back to his car. As he slid into the drivers seat, he held his hand over his heart, the stammering part of his body ready to burst. He was fucked, completely and utterly in love with his coworker who barely looked at him. He had been from the moment he saw you. He felt drawn to you at first, attempting to strike up a conversation just to see your pretty eyes, and yet you didn’t seem interested not just romantically, but in any sort of friendship at all, so he gave you the much needed space it was clear you desired, because liking you from far away was enough for him.

Today changed his mind, his last conversation with his parents replaying in his mind

“Seokjinah, you’re 33 and you have a low level job and are seeing no one. When our friends brag about their sons it’s hard to listen to.”

He set his chopsticks down, looking at them deeply offended.

“I have someone I like Eomma” he simply responded, but his mother was quick to quip back “You’ve been saying that since you were in college, always in love but never with a lover”

He shook the memory as he looked back up from his car to your window. Today made him realize that space wasn’t what you needed, what you needed was for him to like you closely yet distanced at the same time; you just needed time to get to know people and to trust them. The way you giggled and kicked your feet in the hospital at so much as a joke and a wink proved as much to him.

He knew as he looked to your apartment window that his mother was right. This time he would do something about his constant unrequited crushes. He had already left you one note at work, so he came up with a plan to be in your mind while keeping the distance you needed. Sticky notes and a pen would be his feelings for now, he would fill your desk with all his unspoken love until your heart was full.

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By the time you had woken up, the sun was shining through your window, directly into your eyes. Holding your hand up to your face, you grumbled at the brightness, it was too fucking early for the sun. You tried to shut your eyes again, but it was no help, begrudgingly, you sat up. Looking around you, the events of last night recalled in your mind, from leaving work together, to your fancy dinner date to— where did Seokjin go; and how did you get this blanket on you? You planted your feet on the floor and looked around once again. From the other side of your apartment you noticed your kitchen light on. Pulling your body off the couch, you approached the kitchen, and as you got closer you had realized Seokjin was on the phone with someone as well as… cooking?

Padding your feet towards the kitchen, you leaned against the entrance and smiled at your boyfriend, a title you were going to take awhile to get used to for sure. Though he was multitasking, he still looked up to you and gave a smile and wave as he spoke into his phone.

“Eomma I will come home soon I promise. I know it’s been a couple weeks since we last had dinner, I’ve been working.”

The other side of the line you could continue to hear his mom nag him about how neither of her children come home enough. A smile spread across your face as they nagged at each other for another couple minutes, his mom bombarding him with the questions every mom had, about his love life, kids, marriage, the works. You were sure he found stalling these questions in front of you awkward, but you didn’t mind at all.

In fact you wish your mother would bother you with these types of questions. She was probably busy dealing with your father, so you didn’t blame her too much. Seokjin looked at you with pleading eyes, giving you a sheepish smile as the phone call concluded with his mother. “Sorry beautiful, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast, but you know how mothers are.”

You shook your head and walked over to him, joining him behind the counter in a hug.

“I don’t mind, you know? I think it’s actually pretty endearing that your mom nags you about your future.”

Turning your attention to what he’s making, you raised your eyebrow. “I’m impressed how well you know my kitchen already, and secondly, wow that looks incredible.” As you looked down to the counter, he had just the syrup left to add on the best French toast you had ever seen in your life.

“I wanted to make something sweet for you, as sweet as you, if I dare.”

Blowing a raspberry, you softly hit his chest

“Have you always been this much of a flirt, Seokjin?”

Wiggling his eyebrows at you with a grin, he responded rather teasingly.

“Only for you”

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After you both had finished Seokjin’s French toast, which was the best French toast you ever had in your life, by the way, Seokjin had told you to get showered and changed. You attempted to question why, were you were going, or what you should wear, but he wouldn’t give you anything other than “You should dress for yourself, pretty woman.”

He was really going to be the death of you. Every single compliment made butterflies explode in your stomach.

Since you had no real basis on what you should wear, it took you awhile to scan your closet after your shower. Seokjin really had the patience of a saint with the time it was taking, but you decided to dress for any occasion, well, minus exercising, but you figured if he had that on the itinerary he would tell you as much. You had decided on a maxi dress and a cardigan. The weather had started getting colder lately, but still had the potential to be warm, so you decided to wear something comfy and practical for all types of weather.

As you exited your room, you saw Seokjin’s eyes widen as he looked at you. As you tilted your head in curiosity, he began to walk over to you, closing in on your space as he scanned your body.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

Swallowing spit you didn’t know you were holding in your mouth, you looked down and shook your head no at him. He wasn’t having that though, cupping your face and making you look at him. “Don’t worry beautiful, you’ll believe it one day.” Dropping his hand from your face to your fingers, he interlocked them together. “Are you ready?” He didn’t exactly wait for your response though, as he pulled you to your front door. It wasn’t forceful, your feet following his with ease. With anyone else you would probably have fifty questions, but with him, you felt at ease.

What you were not expecting was for him to drive you to his apartment. He was very fast to explain himself though, not wanting to give you the wrong idea about his intentions… not that he minded the thought of doing something like that, but it wasn’t the time for anything like that, not yet.

“I need to shower and change too. Don’t worry, you can snoop around my apartment like I did your kitchen.” He said in a lighthearted manner that made your heart swoop. You had never met a man who had invited you to look through his things before. You nodded in understanding and followed him up to his apartment. As he unlocked the door, you were met with a nicely decorated, but lived in place.

“I’ll be back soon, _.” He said, placing a kiss to the top of your head and walking towards what you presumed was his bedroom, considering the only other door was to the bathroom, which you could see because the door was open. You did take the time to absorb his book shelves and decor while he was showering. He had a lot of books that you recognize as the same books you had yourself in college, as well as some books he had clearly picked up on his own, like cooking, and books about space. The theme of the moon and stars though his place, complete with one of those moon lamps you saw online that you swore could not actually exist, but here one was.

You realize when you compared him to the moon yesterday, that you had walked yourself into a world of knowledge that he had way more experience in. It’s funny how something like that could happen.

It only took about fifteen minutes for him to step out of his bathroom with slightly damp hair and clothes that looked too damn good on him. It felt like the roles were reversed from when you were in your apartment maybe thirty minutes ago.

“I know you know this, but you’re really fucking handsome, Seokjin.” You say bluntly staring at him.

Looking down at his attire, and then looking back up at you, he raised his eyebrow.

“I’m just wearing a sweater and jeans?”

This time you raised your eyebrow back at him

“I said that you look really handsome in it”

His face turned visibly flushed at your compliment and you couldn’t help but to walk over to him and throw yourself in his arms.

“For a man so confident, it seems I’m going to have to get you used to compliments as well”

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You left Seokjin’s apartment way too soon compared to what you would have liked. The space was cozy compared to the bleak walls of your apartment. He didn’t provide further clarity on what exactly you were doing until you had pulled up to a shopping mall in the busy district of the city. As he parked the car, he finally explained to you what was happening.

“Last night you told me that you didn’t know what you liked anymore, so we’re here for self discovery. I was thinking a lot last night after you had fallen asleep, and I think the first place to start should be your apartment.”

Turning to him your eyes met his again, the same sincerity that was in them this entire time rang true in his gaze once again. You didn’t know how to feel, unsure if you could really afford to go house decor shopping and help pay your father. Seokjin somehow was able to read your mind as his next words cut through your spiraling thoughts.

“You don’t have to buy anything if you don’t want to, but I can’t promise to not buy it if I also like it and happen to want it in your place.”

You couldn’t tell how serious he was being, your mind short circuiting. This moment feels like one of those cheesy dramas you would stay up late watching when you were a young teen… except Seokjin was infinitely kinder than the men in those dramas, which boded a lot better for you.

The thought of buying something, anything at all made you a lot more nervous than what you cared to admit. You knew you had enough money in your bank account to be able to shop, especially since it had been years, but fuck did it make you nervous. Furrowing your eyebrows, you spoke honestly to Seokjin.

“I’m nervous” you speak softly, a bit of shake in your voice as you echoed the two words.

He reaches over, petting your hair softly to try to calm you. It kind of worked, his warm hand soothing you nearly instantly.

“I know, and it’s okay to be nervous, but you should try. You may have more fun than what you think, you know?”

Apprehensively, you nodded and opened your car door before you changed your mind. Seokjin quickly rushed to meet you in front of his car, and without intention your hands intertwined together as you walked into the large building of stores. The subtle skinship of hand holding becoming progressively instinctual between the two of you

As you slowly made your way through the first couple stores, not much caught your attention. You had decided the moment you left that car that you would be leaving with something, you just didn’t know what yet. Seokjin was patient with you as you tested the feel of nice blankets, smelled candles, sometimes shoving them in his nose to get his opinion. The two of you had surprisingly similar taste in scents, something you both made a mental note of.

The process of looking at so much stuff was mentally overwhelming, at a point you had started to make use of the notes app in your phone, noting things you liked and didn’t like, textures, smells, colors, paintings all being logged in your phone like it was a work task. It was likely because you had spent so many years focused on your job, but this made the task less overwhelming for your senses and metal state. After three or four stores, you had begun to get frustrated at the process, not because the stores lacked nice things, but more the fact that nothing in particular had caught your attention. Much like he always did, Seokjin picked up on your micro expressions of frustration. Grabbing your hand, he decided to pull you out of the current store. It wasn’t forceful, but his face was etched in something, you couldn’t tell what though. What you were not expecting was for him to pull you into the toy store, your brows furrowed in confusion.

You were too old for things like this, right? Apparently not as your eyes landed towards a particular section of the store, a room with the lights off and lots of neon. Without really thinking about it, you had pulled Seokjin towards the room. Your eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store as you looked around you noticed a lot of things, lava lamps, plasma balls, but the one thing that caught your attention was the sticky glow in the dark stars on the ceiling.

“I used to have these as a child” you said to Seokjin with a smile. Turning his head upwards, he looked up at the ceiling with the same childlike wonder that you had, which seemingly set off a light-bulb in his head. “I have an idea” he said more to himself than anything, and that’s how he left the toy store with glow in the dark stars and a couple of markers. For some reason, seeing him buy something eased your anxiety on spending. You knew what you wanted… but it wasn’t exactly for your home either. You two had decided to go to the food court for lunch after the toy store, and you decided that was the now or never time to ask him, before your pride swallowed you whole and ate you alive.

As you sat down to eat, you had nervously cleared your throat and looked down at the table. “I think I know what I want to buy, but it’s a little silly.” The words were barely audible enough for him to hear with the bustling of the busy mall around you, but he still raised his eyebrow in anticipation. Taking a deep exhale, you ended up blurting it out so quickly that the entire sentence blended into one word.

“I-IfIhappenedtobuycouplepajamaswouldyouwearthem?”

His face softened at the question, his eyes scanning your nervous expression before his face morphed into a smile. Reaching his arm across the table, he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers together. “I would wear anything you bought me, even if it was a bright pink hair-bow and you told me to wear it to work.” You shot up a glance at him, looking at him in disbelief “Really?” you ask, your gaze hopeful and happy at the fact he agreed. He smiled back at you so widely, you couldn’t believe he was real.

“Yes but…” he says back with an smirk “you have to take a selfie with me in the pajamas”

You looked back at him dumbfounded… that’s all he wanted? With your past partner the idea would have been dead on arrival, stating he didn’t want to look stupid. Yet here Seokjin was stating he would wear literally anything you bought him.

“I- wow.” You say shocked, unsure how to compose yourself “It’s a deal then”

After you had finished eating, you had circled back to the couples pajamas. Seokjin had also picked up several strings of fairly lights for your living room, stating that the lighting was entirely too harsh with the overhead light. You didn’t argue with him because you knew he was right, but it also started what you would only describe as an impromptu date night plan.

“Well, if we’re going to make it more cozy maybe I should get a nice candle?”

The question as you ask him this question more rhetorical than anything else, which causes him to follow back, adding more things to his hand-basket.

“Well we should get a comfy blanket to throw over your couch then to add to the comfy vibe-“ he cuts himself off by adding a pink fluffy blanket to the cart.

Without rhyme or reason, you found yourselves at the grocery store next. He was telling you about how he made the best butter and garlic pasta and how you should have that for dinner tonight, and you decided to bake a dessert for you both to enjoy.

Without realizing it, you had both had fleshed every detail of your night, not even talking about it as you did. Your grocery cart was filled with snacks, drinks, beer, and a couple more silly things like matching fuzzy socks and a popcorn bucket that suspiciously matched the pink blanket Seokjin had grabbed at the mall earlier. You didn’t even blink when Seokjin grabbed a toothbrush and stuffed it in the cart, nor did you blink when suddenly you were stooping by his house so he had a change of clothes for the next day.

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Stepping into your apartment, both of you had your hands full of shopping bags, which you messily set down on the floor next to your front entrance. Pulling your phone out of your purse, you checked the time, it was just about 4:15 PM. Walking behind you with his now empty arms, he without hesitation filled them up by hugging you from behind.

“How hungry are you, pretty woman?”

You leaned into his chest, your body pressing against his as you let out a blush at the nickname. He had called you many nicknames today, all of which it would take equal time for you to get used to, but also filled your stomach with butterflies each time. You responded to him with a shake of your head indicating you could wait for a little while. He responded with a kiss to your head and a smile. You turned around in his arms to look at him, leaned up, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

You could see his entire face light up, especially since a small smudge of colored lip gloss was left as residue.

“I know I took a shower this morning, but I want to wash up again after being in public all day”

As you pulled back, he had agreed with a nod

“That’s not a bad idea, we can wash our new clothes and blanket and then take turns showering after?”

You nodded, it was a solid plan.

Slowly you waded through the bags until you found all the clothes and blankets. Seokjin and you both falling into a pattern of removing the store tags, and cutting the permanent ones off the clothing, you placed them in your washer with a satisfied hum.

As you waited for your clothes to finish it’s wash cycle, Seokjin and you fell into almost a domestic rhythm, understanding exactly what you needed to do. He pulled the groceries into your kitchen and began the process of making his pasta dish for dinner while you began to string the fairy lights on the top of your wall right next to the ceiling in your living room. Which was somewhat of a challenge since you didn’t own a step stool, but you made it work by jumping up to attach them to a command strip. Somehow, the both of you operated in sync, and right as you flipped on the warm lights, Seokjin was placing the two dishes and a beer for each of you on your coffee table. At the same time, the washing machine indicated that your clothes were done, without asking Seokjin was moving the laundry over and you were placing your cookies in the oven. You both moved in sync once again as you sat on the floor by your coffee table.

Cracking open the beers, you both clanked your cans together and took a drink. You let out a hum of approval, knowing it’s been a long time since you’ve allowed yourself to even have a beer. Picking up your fork, you taste tested the garlic butter pasta Seokjin had made, and you didn’t know if he was casting magic into his food, but it had tasted better than any garlic butter noodle you would be able to make on your own. Giving Seokjin a satisfied hum, you gave him a thumbs up.

“First the French toast, and now this, you’re going to spoil me with your cooking” you say with a smile, giving him as high of praise as you can think of with your mouth stuffed full of pasta.

“Maybe the goal is to spoil you” he said with a raise of your eyebrow, and for the millionth time today, you found yourself lost for words as your cheeks heated up. He had to be aware of the effect he was having on you, especially as your cheeks burned.

The both of you ate in a comfortable silence afterwards, and you couldn’t help but to steal glances at him from your side of the table. His second favorite thing after complimenting you however, seemed to be teasing you, not that you wanted him to stop.

“You know beautiful, if I take your breath away, you can just say so.” He says with a wink which makes you want to completely melt on the spot. Perhaps it was the half beer that you had consumed at this point though which made you suddenly want to match his confidence and flirtation.

“And what if you do take my breath away?” you said with a wink back at him, which very quickly made him falter into a blushing, stuttering mess in front of you, which made you giggle slightly as you turned your attention on finishing the food in front of you. It didn’t take much longer with just how good it was, the timing of you both finishing your dinner once again in sync of not only the dryer buzzing that your clothes are complete, but the oven beeping that your cookies are done, which was perfect as you could let the cookies cool while you took turns taking a shower.

You both fell into sync again, you gathered the plates and brought them to the kitchen sink, and he moved to the dryer to fold the matching pajamas and pink blanket he had bought at the mall. By the time you had placed the cookies on a rack to cool, he had joined by you as you both washed the dishes from dinner together, you scrubbing and rinsing while he dried the dishes and put them away.

It was domestic and familiar, but not in a way that you had experienced before. Everything just felt so… right. It was like you were able to read each others minds, know what each other needed, say and do the right things despite only existing in the same space for just about 24 hours. Two weeks ago, you had never imagined your life changing like this, you feel like an entirely different woman compared to the one who had to be taken to the hospital by the same man who was next to you now. You didn’t understand, what had changed in you other than the only change in your life was Seokjin.

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As you finally got a moment to shower after finishing the dishes, you turned on the water and allowed it to warm up. Taking a moment, you decided to absorb everything that’s happened in the last day. You got a promotion, Seokjin asked you to dinner, then you find out he’s your secret admirer, you invite him up to your apartment on impulse, you talk and agree to be his girlfriend, then you fall asleep cuddling, wake up and he’s made you breakfast, you go shopping together, and to top it all off you’re spending a second night in a row together.

It was a lot, yet at the same time you didn’t feel rushed, didn’t feel pressured, you felt perfectly comfortable with every step of the journey he took you on. Shit, he even convinced you to buy things. You don’t just buy things for yourself, you send all your money away.

Until now, it seems.

What’s strange is that you normally would feel guilt for buying anything other than the bare minimum for yourself, most of your clothes being several years old and highly worn in, but you didn’t feel any guilt at all. If anything, you felt relieved, elated in a way.

Stepping towards the shower, you the water with your hand letting out a satisfied hum as you had decided it had reached the right temperature to step into the shower. Reaching to your back to start unzipping your dress, you tugged at the zipper only for it to not budge. Giving it another tug, it didn’t move again, except this time you felt a tug at your scalp too. Oh, great, your dress was stuck and your hair was tangled in the zipper. Biting the inside of your cheek, you realized your only option was to ask for help, no matter how much the idea of Seokjin touching the skin of your back in the warmth of the bathroom made you nervous.

Slowly, you peaked your head out the door to see Seokjin sitting on your couch on his phone and called out to him.

“Seokjin?” you ask softly, shyly.

He looked up at you with attentive eyes. Your heart was pounding so fucking fast.

“My hair is stuck in my dress zipper. Can you help me?” Your voice was barely audible with how nervous you were. You could see the recognition in his eyes register too as he processed your words. He hesitated only for a moment before walking over to you.

Stepping in the bathroom, he instructed you to turn around, causing you to face the mirror that was starting to fog from the warm water going in the shower. Slowly he danced his slender fingers towards your zipper, the pads of his fingers ghosting over your skin as he worked to carefully untangle your hair from the zipper. He was as gentle as ever as he worked to untangle your hair without tugging any of it at all.

The action felt so… sensual as his fingers ghosted the skin on your back. It sent goosebumps down your spine, something Seokjin without a doubt noticed, you could hear his breath hitch.

Slowly, he released the last strand. You swallowed nervously, fuck that shouldn’t have felt so intimate.

“Your hair is out of the zipper now” he said from behind you, yet he made no effort to move. Slowly, achingly slowly you turned around to face him, reaching up, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. His eyes flickered over your your features, your eyes, nose, lips and jaw. You swallowed under his gaze, the thick mist in the bathroom clouding his features. Behind you, he placed both of his hands on the counter behind you, boxing you in.

“You’re beautiful” he commented as his gaze zeroed in on your lips. Licking his own, he found himself leaning in, his lips just barely hovering above yours. So close to closing the distance, which suddenly seemed way too distant for your liking. His gaze met your eyes, hot, piercing.

“Do I have your permission?”

He scanned your face for any sign of discomfort, any little shake, any little tremor, but he found none. Slowly, you nodded, your gaze not leaving his the entire time as you stared at him back with the same intensity. All you can think about was closing this distance.

“Yes” you reply just barely above a whisper, and that’s all it takes for his lips to close on yours, slowly, softly at first like he was testing the waters. Your eyes fluttered shut on impulse and you snaked your hands up over his neck, you pulling him further downwards towards you to deepen the kiss. His hands moved from the counter to the small of your waist, holding you in place. The kiss was soft and delicate, holding nothing but pure love and passion as your mouths tangled together until you had to pull away to breathe.

Your eyes met his, both of your chests heaving from the lack of oxygen. You moved your hand up to cup his cheek, a gesture he leaned into despite his heavy breathing. Through bated breath you asked him something completely on impulse, springing yourself as it spilled out of your lips.

“Shower with me?”

His eyes widened in shock at the same time yours did, though his shock was only held for a moment before softening once again. He nodded his head softly, still in your cupped hand.

“Come here” he said, doing the same motion with his finger. His long arm reached over to the mirror which was covered in a fog to clear it with his sleeve, he also cracked open the door to your bathroom to let some of the steam ventilate. Softly he grabbed your shoulders, turning you to face the mirror. His hand found the zipper of your dress once again, at the same time his eyes found yours in the mirror at the same time his fingers grabbed the zipper

“Is this okay, beautiful?”

His eyes held an intense mixture of love and care, making sure you were comfortable every step of the way. Maintaining eye contact with him, you nodded once again.

“Yes”

That was the permission he needed to pull the zipper on your dress down the curve of your back, until the zipper finally met it’s end right above your ass. He moved his hands up towards the straps of your dress sitting on your shoulders.

“May I remove your dress, my love.”

A new nickname, you thought, one that you enjoyed very much. Moving your hands up to your shoulders, they landed on top of his as you helped him guide the straps of your dress down your arms, exposing your skin to him, and to yourself in the mirror inch by inch, until the dress pooled at your feet.

In front of him- in front of yourself in your bathroom mirror, you were left in just your underwear, your chest bare in front of him. You watched his eyes scan your entire body, eating every inch alive with his intense gaze. A flush forming over your entire body, causing you to turn and face him.

“It’s your turn now, handsome.”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow as turned him around and made him look in the mirror, you now standing behind him.

“Every day at work, I would steal glances at your beautiful face” you say to him, hands moving to fiddle with the green trim of his sweatshirt.

“Because men are beautiful too, you are the epitome of it” Pressing a kiss to his arm over his shirt, you look up to him with an intense gaze through the mirror, having to poke your head out from over his arm due to his height.

“May I remove your shirt?”

His mouth was agape, yet he still nodded, almost too quickly, pressing another kiss to his arm, you pulled his shirt over his head, Seokjin needing to bend his legs to help you pull the article of clothing off. This time, you were the one observing his body with such intensity, and you couldn’t believe just how beautiful his body was. He was slender but slightly toned, shoulders as wide as they look through any shirt he was wearing

“You’re so perfect, baby” you say to him, peppering a small kiss to his shoulder blade.

Turning towards the shower, you looked back at him with a smile before removing the last article of clothing- your underwear, and stepping under the hot stream of water. You felt him clear his through, clearly trying not to comment, to overstep a boundary. It wasn’t long before he joined in the shower, stepping into the stream of water in front of you, both of you taking the time to scan your now naked bodies in front of each other. You swallowed slightly as your eyes traveled south, his cock was hard, thick, and long, the biggest you had ever seen in your life, both in person and in video. You didn’t let your eyes linger as long as you wanted, because damn, you wanted.

Grabbing the soap from the side of your tub, Seokjin squeezed a generous amount of body wash in his hand.

“May I touch you, beautiful?” he asks softly, causing you to eagerly nod. Slowly he brought his hands to your shoulders, exploring your body with his bare hands and soap, his palms mapping every curve in his mind. Still, he hesitates before touching your chest, but you move your hands on top of his and bring them right to your bare chest. Giving him a nod of approval, he begins to move his hands over your chest, careful to be gentle with them as the soap lathered every inch. You can hear his breath hitch as his fingers grazed over your nipples.

It was intimate and sensual, his movements growing bolder as his hands moved around your body more, the palms of his hands moving over the curve of your ass, his soapy fingers moving in between your legs, soaping in between your folds. It was intentional, teasing, but he didn’t dare to turn this into something deeper, not yet.

This time it was your turn to soap his body, your hands dragging over every part of him, the mental image of what the moles he had through his body burning into your mind. You mapped his chest, his stomach, his neck… fuck. The only thing was left was his angry, long cock. Your throat caught as your hand moved dangerously close to the raging hard on he had, the tip of his cock red, swollen, and leaking. You looked up to his eyes, making sure he was okay with you touching him in the most intimate of places.

Bringing his hand up, he wrapped it around your wrist as he brought the palm of your hand to the tip of his hardened erection. Slowly, gently, you spread the soap across his thick and heavy cock.

Fuck, there would be a time you would have to fit that in you. You wanted it now, fuck you needed it now. You moved your hand, with his assistance, down to his balls underneath, grabbing them gently, massaging the soap into them until they are covered with soap, and then you pulled away with his assistance, his hand never leaving your wrist.

Bringing the shower head back down, water was now cascading over both of you, suds of soap running down both of your bodies. He leaned down into the stream, lips capturing yours in a gentle kiss. Slowly you found yourself being backed into the cold wall of the shower, back lightly hitting the tile as your boyfriend kissed you. Slowly he pulled back, breathless for the second time tonight.

“I’ll only continue if you want, my love” he slowly lowered his head to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. For the millionth time, his kindness and gentleness left you breathless, always offering your comfort before all else.

God, you wanted him, more than you ever thought you would want another man again. Desire pooled between your legs, want building up in your stomach, you could see that he wanted you too, but something started building up in your chest, anxiety, suddenly scared that you wouldn’t live up to his expectations. Were you even good enough for him?

A tear streaked down your cheek, hot an involuntary

Seokjin picked up on it immediately, grabbing you, holding you in his arms in a hug.

“It’s okay, we’ll stop.”

Shaking your head against his chest, you felt tears begin to form, he held the back of your head to him, allowing tears to run down.

“Are you mad at me?”

He pulled back, looking at you with a furrowed brow.

“Of course not, why would I be-“ realization hits him “If I ever meet the man who broke your heart in the past, you might have to bail me out of jail.”

This caused you to giggle slightly as you met his eyes again, tears slowly stopping. He cupped your cheeks with both of his hands, squishing them slightly as he looked at you dead in the eye.

“We will never do anything that you don’t want to do, you can always say no, we can always stop, and I will never be mad at you.”

Nodding your head at him, he opened the shower curtain, grabbing a towel from the rack by your shower, and wrapped it around your body, drying you off as if taking care of you is as easy as drinking water, his hands were gentle as the patted your skin dry.

“Go get dressed, my love”

Pressing a quick peck to his lips, you nodded and stepped out of the shower to go get dressed with the matching pajama set you had bought earlier in the day. He followed not soon after, his body dried with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Fuck, he was dangerous, no one should look that good in a towel.

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While you waited for Seokjin to put on his matching pajamas, you lit the scented candle you bought today, and pulled the blanket Seokjin bought out of the dryer, fluffing it, and then spreading it across the couch. The second your bedroom door opened, you looked at him with a smile on your face. The pajamas looking as cute on him as you imagined, the blue complimenting him well and the bear looking rather… well it made Seokjin look like a squish-able teddy bear.

"Okay so if you’re going to look that cute Seokjin, I might have to have you wear that to work” you say teasingly, which he returns a soft smile. “Only if you join me and we hard launch our relationship.”

You gave his cheek a pinch

“Who said we were keeping this a secret anyways? Now come here and take the selfie with me you wanted in exchange for wearing these”

You were not expecting Seokjin levels of selfie taking, however. He was a pro at taking selfies meanwhile you couldn’t remember the last time you had taken a picture of yourself. You used both your phones, multiple angles, some kissing, some kissing on the cheek, silly ones, filtered ones, normal ones, posed ones with finger hearts, your hands joined making a heart. One by one both of your camera rolls were filled with your cheesy matching couples pajamas photo shoot.

After you were done, you both went through the best photos, finally getting his number to text each other the best ones, and without really discussing it, both of you had matching couple lockscreens as well, with your lockscreen being more serious, vs the one Seokjin chose being more on the silly side of your pictures.

Once done, he turned to you.

“So… when I saw your reaction to the glow in the dark stars, I got an idea”

From the side of the couch, he pulled the bag from the toy store into view, giving it a little shake with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

“I was thinking… what if we wrote our wishes on these and then stuck them on your bedroom ceiling. Every night before bed you could look up to the stars, see our wishes and dreams of our future, of your future.” Looking up from the stars now laid out on your coffee table, to the soft features of your face, you couldn’t help but to feel so… loved.

Smiling, you slide off of the couch onto the floor, grabbing a marker and a star. Carefully you wrote “KSJ + _” and drew a heart around the initials, sliding it over to Seokjin to show him. He returned with a smirk “Hmmmmmmm I knew you liked me” he said with a wink and than began writing on a star.

One by one, you filled the stars with your wishes, and through this, you learned a lot about Seokjin. He wanted to learn how to cook a beef wellington, he wanted to buy a house for his parents, he wanted to get married, which was one you took great note on. Meanwhile you took awhile to fill out your stars, not realizing you did not have many ambitions at all, so you thought for a long time. The second star you filled out simply said “heal” on it. You knew what it meant, you knew Seokjin knew what you meant by healing, and to you, that’s all that mattered.

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There was one thing that Seokjin had not planned for, though, which is how you were going to get the stars on your bedroom ceiling. He had made an educated assumption that you owned a ladder or a step stool, which turned out to be an incorrect assumption. That’s how you found yourself sitting on his shoulders, his hands holding onto your shins as you clumsily maneuvered around your room, sticking the stars to the ceiling.

“A little to the left” you instructed Seokjin as you stuck the last star on the ceiling. With a smile, you then tapped on his arm. “It’s done”

Turning his head up on your lap, he looked at the ceiling with such a large, loving, adoring grin. You kissed the top of his head in excitement.

“I’m going to put you down now, beautiful”

Crouching on his knees next to your bed, his back hit the side of your mattress, and you slided over his shoulder with ease, your back hitting the mattress. Once he confirmed you were safe on the pillowy safe haven, he stood up and then plopped himself next to you on the mattress. He reached to turn off the lamp and then laid down right next to you, looking at the ceiling.

Above you both was a galaxy of stars and wishes, of your future together.

“Seokjin can I tell you something?”

You were not sure if it was because you no longer could see him other than what the moonlight lit up through your window, or the fact that you were now laying upon your combined wishes upon stars, but you wanted to talk about earlier… the shower. Turning to face you, Seokjin cupped your face softly.

“You can tell me anything”

You swallowed nervously as you leaned into his touch, a harsh exhale leaving your body as you tried to figure out how to word it.

“In the shower… I wanted you. I mean- I still do… want you. But I got in my head, what if I’m not what you wanted, expected? What if there’s something wrong with me?”

His hand stilled on your face, but you continued.

“My ex called me boring, said I wasn’t good at anything when it came to sex. Apparently he left me for someone who could better satisfy him and I’m worried that I wouldn’t be enough for you, good enough, skilled enough… attractive enough.”

Something within Seokjin flipped within your speech, because practically the second you had finished your sentence, he had rolled over you, his arms caging in around your head, his body quickly settling between your legs.

“What did I tell you on Friday, beautiful? You don’t get to decide what’s good for me.”

The tone in his voice had completely changed, the gentleness was replaced with something… cocky and charged.

Oh, fuck.

You wanted to respond, to quip back, but you couldn’t, because he was right. He had said that, and you allowed yourself to get into your head. You felt his erection grow against your thigh, it felt so fucking good even through the clothed pajama pants.

“Tell me to stop, _.” His hips rocked gently into yours, his erection rubbing against your clothed core. You let out a soft gasp at the friction. “Tell me to stop and I will” He rocks his hips into yours again, harder, more desperate. You whined louder, pushing your hips against his. Fuckfuckfuck.

“But I want to show you just how wrong he is, how wrong you are… how much I fucking have wanted you for so long. How much of a loser is is for failing to pleasure you, and then to blame you for it.” His lips towards your neck, ghosting it before nibbling your earlobe, causing a gasp to come from you, your back arching off of your bed.

“Seokjin d-don’t stop”

The reaction came out involuntarily, you needed him like you needed to breathe.

His hands softly gripped at your hipbones, fingers trailing under the fluffy pajama shirt you were wearing. The soft pads of his fingers trailed slowly up your body, feeling the goosebumps run up your stomach until his hands cupped your breasts for the second time tonight. Softly he flicked his thumbs over your nipples, causing them to form into stiff peaks under his touch.

“You’re so sexy, _. So beautiful, all mine.”

He pulled away momentarily, only to pull your shirt over your head. Lowering his body over yours, he captured your lips in a deep kiss. Shocked by the sudden intensity, you let out a moan, which he used to slip his tongue into your mouth. The warm appendage took it’s time exploring, mapping out every single centimeter, committing it to memory. Your hands snaked up to his hair, tangling your fingers in his soft locks, giving a soft tug to the hair at the nape of his neck.

He let out a moan into your mouth at the tug, his hands finding their way to your hair, giving the longer strands a tug back in response, a gasp involuntary coming out at the mixture of pain and pleasure. Fuck, no one had ever done that before.

Pulling back from the intense kiss, you looked Seokjin dead in the eye through heavy breaths.

“Fuck, do that again please”

Smirking at your reaction, he let out another tug at your hair, which caused you to moan loudly, arching your back off the bed again. He let out a low chuckle at the reaction, pulling your hair for the third time.

“Seems like my baby likes it rough, dosen’t she?”

Moving his free hand down from your locks, he trailed it right over your clothed cunt, giving it a quick slap, watching you squirm under his touch. “F-fuck” you screamed out heavily, biting your lip to prevent your neighbor from complaining about the noise. His hand snuck up to cup your face, caressing your cheek softly. “If anything becomes too much, if you don’t like anything, we stop right away. If you tell me to stop, I will, do you understand, beautiful?”

You nodded in his hand, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Use your words, please”

Swallowing your spit, you spoke out a soft “I understand.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple before muttering a quick “good” before continuing. Slowly his hand trailed down to the waistband of your pants. As quick as he was to change to check up on you, that cocky persona came back just as fast. In one fell swoop not only was your pants, but your underwear was off too, leaving you completely bare in front of him. The moonlight coming from your window illuminating your curves in a way that made him completely feral.

“Fuck” he said as he stared at your bare body under him, his eyes soaking up every inch, every curve of your body. “I’ve wanted you for so long…”Bending down on his knees, he pushed your thighs apart with his hands, oggling your folds like they were a meal, and he was starving. He licked his lips in anticipation before sticking his tongue out and attaching it to your aching center, a moan leaving his lips the moment he got a taste of you, causing a vibration to be sent straight to your cunt. You let out a loud, broken moan, the intensity of his mouth on you shooting straight to your core, a band quickly filling in your stomach.

He was skilled, intentional, and knew exactly how to push you over the edge. His tongue expertly flicked over your clit, “Ah!” you moaned out, pushing your hands down into his hair and tugging it, causing him to groan vibrations against your clit. His slender fingers moved to your core, collecting your slick on the long digits, and pushed one finger into your aching cunt, your body reacting by squeezing around his fingers.

“Fuck you’re so hot” he moaned against your core, and with a couple thrusts with his fingers, you were coming undone around him. As your orgasm hit, the strokes of his tongue became sloppy yet deliberate, his tongue moving up and down, swiriling, eating every part of you that he could.

Though you couldn’t tell through the wave of your orgasm, he was spelling something right into your cunt with his tongue.

‘I love you’

You were letting out a loud string of moans, your cunt clenching around his fingers, your cum coating his face, dripping down his chin. He let out a groan as he pulled away from you, kissing the inside of your thigh impulsively, greedily.

Pushing himself up, he quickly caught your lips in a rough, passionate kiss. You could taste your arousal on him, something you’ve never tasted before, and it set heat straight back down to your core. Seokjin pulled away, breathless, eyes blown wide as he stared at your face.

“Let me make love to you”

His choice of words made your breath hitch, everything about this was more than just sex, it was sharing your body, mind, and souls with each other. Fuck, you loved him. You loved him so much, you needed him like you needed air. He needed you too, he loved you too, he wanted you too, he-

“I love you Kim Seokjin”

Mid thought you had blurted it out, like it was nothing, because you knew he loved you too, because you knew you could breathe, because you wanted every part of your future to be surrounded by him. At your words, you felt his cock twitch in his pants, pressed against your thigh. It caused you to gasp. He maintained eye contact with you as he answered.

“I’m going to show you exactly how much I love you back, _. I’ll love you until you can’t think of anything else except for us.”

Responding, boldly you quickly quipped back.

“I already only think of us, handsome.”

You felt his cock twitch again, a soft moan coming from his lips.

“Fuck.”

You felt impatient and needy as you sat up, resting one forearm on the bed as you used your other hand to grab at the bulge in your sweatpants.

“Kim Seokjin if you don’t make love to me right now, I might start to think you were bluffing.”

His demeanor switched right then. Snaking his hand down to your wrist, he pressed it harder against his cock. “Hmmm, seems like you’ve been dreaming of me too based off your attitude.” Then he quickly caught your other wrist at your side with his free hand, and pinned both of your arms above your head. You let out a loud gasp, and he smirked at you, a low giggle coming from his chest. Removing one hand from your wrist, keeping one to keep your arms pinned down, the second hand moved to slap harshly against your cunt for the second time tonight. “Do you want me to fuck you, pretty woman?” He asked with his eyebrow raised, and then slapped against your cunt, hitting your overstimulated and swollen clit.

“Say please.” His demand left no room for interpretation “Beg for my cock to split your pretty cunt in two” he bent down, lips ghosting your earlobe as he whispered “beg like the good girl you are”

Oh, fuck.

You didn’t know what switched in you, but suddenly you really, and you mean really wanted to beg and plead for his cock. You had no idea what has taken over you, never feeling this aroused, this good before.

“Fuck… Seokjin please fuck me, take me with your massive cock— o-oh fuck!” you screamed out

You were not sure in your haze when his pants had been taken off, but practically the second you started begging, you felt the head of is cock breach your walls, the tip slipping in easily with how aroused you were. He took his time pushing into you, every inch being deliciously slowly devoured until you felt him bottom out in you. Looking up, his head was tilted back, looking in complete and utter bliss. You wiggle your hips against him, signaling that you wanted him to move, and fuck, did he, nearly pulling himself completely out of you before thrusting back in, the thick shaft of his cock kissing the sweetness of your g-spot as he pushed in and out of you at a relentless pace.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a rough, passionate kiss, a mixture of teeth and tongue flying with no rhyme or reason. Releasing his grip on your wrists above your head, one hand was gripping at your hipbones to keep you in place, and the other went to cup your breast, playing with your nipple, rubbing and pinching it a lot rougher than what he did earlier.

Every move was delicious and began a slow buildup for the second time in your stomach. Moving your hands, you wrapped them around his shoulders, deepening the kiss, one hand moved to tug at his hair while the other was gripping onto, scratching his back, leaving red marks down it. He moaned loudly, each one being swallowed by your joined lips.

He moved his lips down from yours to trace your jawline and eventually finding your sweet spot on your neck, which he could tell by the way you clenched around him. He wasted no time taking advantage of your sweet spot, biting down on it harshly, sucking on it to leave a bright purple bruise, as he pulled away from your neck with a pop, he would look into your eyes.

“Mine.”

He possessiveness made you clench around him, and his grip on your hipbone strengthened, his free hand now moving to your clit, expertly flicking it until you felt that band in your stomach about to snap at any moment. You clenched around him, letting out a loud string of moans.

“Seokjin I’m gonna”

He gave your cunt a harsh slap, “I know baby, come all over my cock” he said as he soothed your clit with more rubbing. He didn’t need to say that twice as your back arched off the bed, eyes rolling back as your orgasm hit you full force, screaming out his name, you grabbed onto him, the bed, anything you can get your hands on. Your entire body shook as the waves of the orgasm washed over you, your eyes watered at the over-stimulation as you came down from the high, at the same time you could feel the thrusts from Seokjin getting messy.

“Fuck baby can I-“

Fuck, the fact that he was asking about where to cum was going to send you over the edge for a third time. This time you were the one to cut him off by wrapping your legs around his body pulling him in closer to you. “Let me take every last drop- I want it Seokjin” you said, staring at him dead in the eye, and that’s all that it took for him to come undone above you, his body falling around you again, caging you in as his lips met yours, his hips stuttering. You could feel the warm liquid spilling inside of you, painting your inner walls until he was milked of every last drop.

He turned to you, eyes meeting yours again as he thrust his seed into you.

“I love you so fucking much.”

Pushing him deeper with your legs, you responded

“I love you too”

He remained in you as long as possible, until he softened up to where he slipped out naturally, then rolled over, taking you with him so you can lay on top of him. Your combined heavy breathing was now all that filled the room.

He turned to you, kissing your forehead as he spoke

“Was all of that okay?”

You smiled against his chest, snuggling up to him more.

“It was perfect”

You fell into a comfortable silence after that, allowing your tangled limbs and his soft rubs all over your body to do the talking.

Eventually, without asking, he stood up, and as you gave him a confused look, he picked you up bridal style, causing you to squeal against his neck as you buried your head into it.

“Now we need to clean up so we can have the delicious dessert my beautiful girlfriend made for me”

Oh yeah, you forgot you had cookies cooling on the stove. Well, they were probably completely cool now at least.

He carried you to the bathroom and sat you in the tub. For someone who didn’t look super ripped, he was stronger than you would imagine. He looked toned for sure, but not someone who could pick you up so easily. Fiddling with the tub nobs, he ran a bath, using some of your body wash to create bubbles, and once the bathtub was filled up, he stepped in behind you, sitting down and pulling your back against his chest.

For the second time today, you washed each others bodies with tender love and care, and once you were both back in your cozy couple pajamas, you cuddled on the couch with a plate of cookies on the coffee table, under the blanket Seokjin bought.

Everything in the world felt right. You two fell perfectly in sync, knowing when it was time to head to bed. He picked you up bridal style again, and you let him, snuggling into the crook of his neck. You both laid under the soft blanket of your bed, your head on his chest and his arm around you.

Dream land almost felt bitter to the love you felt today, but you welcomed it with open arms if it meant you could see Seokjin in your dreams as well.

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You could not focus on a single thing for the rest of your work day, everything about signing the contract for your promotion replaying in your head like a song you haven’t heard for a long time, the nervousness in Seokjin was something you hadn’t seen in the man before he asked you to dinner. Fuck, did it make your stomach do summersaults in a way that you hadn’t felt before. For the first time since the notes started, you not only wanted them to be from him, but now you suspected they were from him as well… It’s not completely delusional, right? Shit, if you were home you could scream, splash your face with water, or fuck, something to get your mind off the fact you were going to have dinner with Seokjin, or the fact that the man you have spent time sparing secret glances at could like you back. If it was a dinner with just the rest of your team everything about this situation would feel different to, but it wasn’t. The fact you would be alone with him was sending your heart into a crazed mix of emotions.

Realization hits you like a truck, coming to the realization you like him way more than you previously anticipated- like fuck, you like him a lot. Despite this, two people lived in you, one that had the biggest fucking crush on your coworker, and someone who still had doubts the man would ever feel the same even with your mild suspicion that he’s the one leaving the notes.

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As you your work day came to a close, your final moments were spent packing your desk and moving to your new desk to start your management position on Monday. There were lots of things in your desk you had collected over the years. The notebook you had when you were training for the job to take down notes, the stub from the first paycheck you received, a packet of instant coffee shoved to the bottom of one of the drawers, and yet the only thing that you could focus on are the little notes that you had just started to get within the past week or so as you pulled them out of your desk. Looking through each of them again, you smiled, your chest warming at the little confessions of love. All you could imagine writing these notes is the one very specific fluffy haired man scribbling on paper quickly so you wouldn’t notice.

Though Seokjin said he would wait for you to be done to go to dinner, the opposite happened. While you had gotten a couple people telling you congratulations, the outcry of you leaving was minimal compared to the amount of hugs and tears came when the cheery eyed man went to say his goodbyes. You watched him say his farewells to each person, giving hugs, shaking hands, and shining his bright smile to every person before he finally made his way to you, tilting his head towards the exit of your job so you two could leave together. There was a silence as you two walked out the building to his car. You knew people could see you walking out together, and as you turned your head to look back into the building you would see several heads staring out the window followed by them quickly ducking under. You would let out a giggle and turn around at the sight.

“I think people might think we are crazy for leaving together” you said with a lighthearted tone as you both made it in front of Seokjins car. He let out a little chuckle himself, his breath visible in the coldness of the night. “I think they’re less curious about me, and more curious about you, _.” He said softly as he opened the passenger door and nodded for you to get in. “A true gentleman” you say back to him as you slide into the passenger seat, allowing him to close the door after you. As he slid into his own seat and started the car, he had turned back to you.

“I’m serious, you know. People want to know you, they just don’t know how. In fact I’m not even sure how I got you to say yes to dinner. I must have won the lottery”

You turned your head slightly as you were processing his words, not expecting him to be so honest about how you’re perceived, or rather, how he specifically perceives you.

“I feel more comfortable with someone when I can trust them. I was… in a really bad place when you took me to the hospital, and you kept your word to not to tell anyone. That meant a lot to me, you know?”

Honesty strokes your voice has he begins to drive. He dosen’t reply, only nodding, allowing you to continue if you wanted. You were not sure what about Seokjin made you comfortable, but you continued to speak as if you’ve known him for years.

“People see someone shy and give up trying to get to know them quickly. Once I stopped being the first to reach out to people, most never talked to me again. I buried myself in work so I can pay the debt. Someone told me I was unapproachable and boring once, I guess they were right.”

Though you smiled as if it was some sort of light hearted memory, Seokjin’s heart hurt hearing your admission in such a way that made him borderline angry. Fuck, there were so many things he wanted to tell you right now. It was hard to rack his brain for the right words, for the right actions when all he wanted to do was wrap you in a hug. He swallowed spit he didn’t even know he was collecting in his mouth as he spoke.

“I don’t think you’re unapproachable or boring, whoever said that was wrong, you know?”

The question was clearly rhetorical as he continued without a second beat.

“I actually have problems approaching some people myself. Not all, clearly, but…” He pondered if he should continue with his thought process. As you cocked your head to the side though, his anxiety calmed enough for him to continue. “I think you’re actually really pretty and interesting, _.”

Your eyes widened at the confession, the words sitting thick in the air as he distracted himself with parking the car, the admission coming right as the car had pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant he chose. Fireworks began exploding in your mind as you processed the confession, there was no way he just said that to you of all people. It’s been so long since anyone has called you pretty and longer since anyone had called you interesting. Your mind was spinning at an alarming rate attempting to process what just happened.

You needed to know if it was him… if he was actually complementing you was there actually a chance that he was the one leaving the notes. Fuck.

“Seokjin” you said with a whisper, his head turning as your eyes met. “Were the notes you?” You scanned his face for a reaction, biting the inside of your cheek. His face stayed still for just a moment before softening completely, You were definetly not prepared to see a small smile forming at his lips. “Whoops” he said softly as he held eye contact with you. “I was hoping you would realize it’s me sometime.”

A small gasp formed from your mouth as you processed his words, his confession had no admission of guilt as his eyes held your gaze.

“Fuck… you left one before I collapsed too…” you whispered softly as you also maintained eye contact with him. The soft features of his face remained still other than his soft smile widening a bit more. Reaching over the center console of the car, his soft hands grabbed yours, intertwining your fingers together. Across his face was a pink tinge, so harsh that even with the dimmed light of the car in the darkness. He squeezed his hand in yours, giving a smile as you looked at the intertwined fingers over the center console of the car.

“_.” He whispered, your name sounding as sweet as candy coming out of his lips. “I’ve liked you for so long, and honestly I think I’ve liked you from the first time I laid my eyes on you.” He gave your hand another gentle squeeze before he continued. “I wanted to get your attention so bad, so I kept asking myself ‘how can I make her notice me?’ You always had this sadness in your eyes… It drew me to you, and suddenly I wanted to learn for myself how to make it better, but I didn’t know how… so I left that note last Friday in hopes you would notice me. The universe put you in front of me when you fainted though, and that was a sign for me to enter your life… I hope you don’t mind.”

The gentleness as he confessed his feelings for you sent your heart exploding. Was it possible to love someone so early on? You were sure that the man sitting in front of you was perfect in every way possible. How could you deny your feelings for so long?? You felt like you were under a spell, your body and mind compelling you to confess every feeling you have right now. It started before you could stop it.

“Seokjin.” This time it was your turn to smile as your eyes met his once again. “I noticed you a long time ago, you know?” He shook his head no to you, which made your brow furrow. You logically knew that he hadn’t, you could barely talk to the man just a week ago, but part of you hoped he noticed your small glances at him.

“You seemed so bright compared to me, happy and everyone liked you. I’m not someone who shines brightly like you do. Compared to me you are the soft glow of the moonlight while I’m more like… a light-bulb prepared to burn out at any moment.”

Some time during your speech your gaze left his, unable to maintain eye contact as you confessed your deep insecurities to him. His features on his face began to visibly harden as you began to spill your attitude towards yourself towards him.

“How could I fly towards you when you shine so bright? How could someone like me even begin to deserve someone like you?”

The confession was raw and unfiltered. The sadness in your eyes was genuine. Fuck, it made him want to kiss away every feeling of sadness left in you.

“I like you a lot Seokjin, is what I’m trying to say… I just think you’re better than I will ever be.”

It took him just a moment to process your confession and the fact that you also felt the same way as him. He didn’t hesitate to move the second he realized what you just said. Giving your hand another gentle squeeze, his other hand reached over the center console, his fingers looping under your chin and tilting you to face him. You didn’t fight it, and as you looked at him again, his eyes were burning with something you personally could not name, but it was intense and unlike anything you had seen before.

“You don’t get to decide who’s good for me, . And I think you are more than good enough, I think you are perfect the way you are. If you would let me, I want to prove to you just how serious I am about you, .”

You swallowed spit that you were holding in your mouth as he spoke. It was now or never that you would allow yourself to finally break the mold you had been holding yourself in for so many years. You took a deep breath and gave him your answer.

“So… is this a date, then?” you ask him softly with a smile hoping that he would pick up on the fact you were indirectly accepting his confession. His smile grew wider as he nodded.

“If you would like it to be, _.”

You nodded towards him, letting out a satisfied hum. He brought your joined hands up to his lips, giving the back of your hand a kiss and then let your hand go. Your heart thumped loudly at the gesture. Suddenly you were not confident you would survive the date in one piece, your entire body threating to melt into a pool of love at any moment. Opening his car car door, he walks over to your side of the car and opens the door for you, holding out his free hand for you to take.

“Allow me to show you the best impromptu dinner date of your life. I kind of… booked the romantic package in hopes this would happen tonight” he confessed, his face covered in a pink tinge that never left from his first confession. You nod and softly placed your hand in his, he helped pull you out with more strength than what you were expecting. Your body crashed into his chest from the strength of the pull. You allowed yourself to linger there for just a moment too long, inhaling his warm scent.

Fuck.

He giggled softly at you as he wrapped his arms around you, not allowing you to escape his embrace. “You’re not getting away from me that easily, _.” He said in a joking manner as he squeezed your body against his. Everything about hugging him felt so… right. Eventually, he ran his hand down your arm to take yours in his, intertwining your fingers together. You two walk hand in hand to the restaurant together.

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You quickly realized he was not joking in the slightest when it came to booking the romantic package for dinner. Your table was in a separate room under a candle light, champagne and red roses forming a red heart around your dinner plates, and a special chocolate cake were all prepared for you from the restaurant. There was a part of you that thought that this was almost too much, but you also couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at each new display of romance that was placed on a silver platter in front of you. The entirety of your dinner date felt perfect, you learned a lot about Seokjin. He loved video games, he liked Coldplay and soft rock music, he was surprisingly a good singer, and that he had an older brother.

When the subject came to you, the best thing you could be is honest with him. You were serious about him, so you shouldn’t lie to impress him, that’s simply not who you were. You explained how your dad put up your family home in a loan when you were sixteen, how you have worked non stop in the past twelve years to help them out, how your ex boyfriend told you that you were bland and boring, and how you took that to heart. You explained that you used to like running, reading, collecting vinyl records, and music, but you didn’t know what you liked any more.

His eyes held yours with such sincerity as he spoke his next words to you. “Your honesty shows how good of a person you are, _. I’ll help you find yourself again. Even if we-“ he gestures your hand between the both of you “don’t work out, you are a wonderful person who deserves to be happy.”

Reaching across the table, he grabs your hand and squeezes it. “When you went running last Saturday, was that the first time you ran in years then?” you nodded your head and let out a hum. “Maybe we can start running together in the mornings before work?” he asked you, once again his eyes showing nothing but sincerity. You smiled at his offer, thinking about how nice spending the mornings before work with him would be.

“I would like that a lot, Seokjin”

Squeezing your hand again, he spoke.

“Then it’s a date then, every morning you’ll be blessed with my good looks under the sunrise”He pulled his free hand to his face to cup it cutely, puffing his cheeks out as to accentuate his cuteness. This caused you to blow a raspberry. “Your cuteness may work on me as long as it’s only used on me Seokjin”

He did not hesitate before he answered.

“Done deal.”

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The date ended sooner than you wanted, he was really correct about taking you on ‘best impromptu dinner date of your life.’ It wasn’t because of the fancy dinner package or the candlelit room, but rather him. Everything about him drew you closer to him and you were dreading separating from him. Maybe that’s why you without warning invited him up to your apartment for a movie. Much to your pleasant surprise, he accepted with a smile.

That fucking smile was going to kill you.

Fiddling with your keys, you unlocked your door, holding it open for him behind you as you slipped off your shoes and turned on the lights. Seokjin’s eyes scanned the apartment as he took his own shoes off. A quick glance until his eyes landed on the flowers, which you had taken care of each day, trimming the ends and replacing the water. They looked close to the day he had picked him out at the store, barely showing any signs of age at all. As the door closed behind him, an offhand comment from Seokjin took you by surprise.

“The flowers I got you are beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as you, _.”

You turned to him with a blush on your face before covering your blush with your hands. Softly, he stepped closer to you and pulled your hands away from your face. “There she is” his voice barely louder than a whisper. His hand cupped your cheek, feeling the soft features of your face in his hands. Your eyes looked up at him as he observed your features, soaking every inch of your face in. However, you were taken out of the moment by your phone ringing in your pocket. Pulling it out, it was your father.

Of course it was, it had been about a week since his last explosion on you. Stepping back from Seokjin’s space, you slid the answer button and held the phone up to your ear. What you didn’t realize, however, was that your father was yelling loud enough for Seokjin to pick up every single word and insult being hurled in your direction. As the phone disconnected Seokjin’s eyes found yours.

“Does your father always talk to you like that?”

You couldn’t find the words to speak, so you just nodded at him. He didn’t speak further, just stepped into your space again and pulled you into a hug. The emotional weight of the situation causing you to start sobbing into his chest, and you sobbed for a very long time, unsure how many minutes passed before your tears dried. As you began pulling away from Seokjins tear stained shirt, you went to try to rub away the tear stains on impulse, murmuring a small “sorry.”

Looping his finger under your chin again like he did in the car, he forced your eyes to meet his. “_, never be sorry. Shirts can be washed, but your emotions can’t be rinsed away. I can’t pretend to know why you would still send him money when he speaks to you like that, but what I can tell you is everything he said to you was a lie.”

He softly slid his arms down to your wrists, dragging you down to the couch so you could sit next to each other. With his hands now free, he used both hands to grab your face, squishing your cheeks together.

“You’re a beautiful, hard working woman who deserves the world. Earlier when you compared me to the moon, you failed to realize that the moon only shines bright because of the star in our solar system known as the sun. To me, _ you are the sun, the star that illuminates my moon. My forever star.”

His words made you want to cry, not in a sad way, but in an “I’m so fucking in love with you” type of way. On impulse, you threw your body towards his, hugging him as his back hit the couch and your head landed on his chest. Your bodies tangled in a mess of each other, yet neither of you made an effort to move as your limbs were spread and tangled.

“Kim Seokjin, I cannot believe that you are real.” You spoke softly into his chest, your fingers tracing circles in his shoulder. He looked down to you, another grin plastered upon his face as he spoke. “I’m real, and if you want me to be, yours. I wasn’t going to ask you yet but… I like you so much I’m not really sure I can wait anymore.”

You nodded your head at his question.

“I would love to be your girlfriend, Seokjin.”

Silence fell comfortably after that, both of you processing everything that had happened today in your minds collectively, and before you knew it, sleep fell across your body as you listened to the gentle heartbeat of your boyfriend. You were still in your work clothes, and yet here in his arms, you felt like you were floating on clouds.

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As you shut the door to your apartment, the lock clicking shut behind you, all you could think about is the last few hours and how much they feel like such a fever dream. Seokjin acting so kind towards you was making your heart beat incredibly fast, faster than your head could catch up with- you knew that you had been attracted to him prior, but something about how kind and gentle he is was sending you into a semi spiral. On the drive home you had to make a conscious effort to keep your eyes on anywhere but him and his beautiful face. The way he was was soft yet stern enough with you in the hospital for you to actually agree to rest was surprising to you, especially as you let everything that just happened process in your mind. When you think about your past, with your ex, and as a teenager with your parents, a panic attack would cause eye rolls, your ex in particular telling you to not be so dramatic rang in your mind. The thought made your chest pang in hurt you had not allowed yourself to feel about your relationship with him. He was the type of person to never tell you to rest, he never expressed care at all, really now that you think about it. Seokjin was the first person to look at you and state the obvious: that this life style was going to kill you.

It made you want to know Seokjin more.

After all these years, even after the tendency for your body to shut down and faint formed, not a single person brought you to the hospital until today, let alone shared any amount of concern for your well being. You had been fainting for a decade, and yet everyone in your past had let you sleep though it. Was Seokjin a really good person, or was everyone in your life terrible?

It made you want to find out.

Your thoughts were paused, your phone ringing from inside of your pocket on the side of your leggings. Unlocking your phone, you realize your father had been blowing up your phone the entire time you were in the hospital, you hoped Seokjin didn’t see these messages, especially as you read them. Your heart dropped at the thought of someone seeing your father act like this- especially as you read the messages, a frown forming as you were reading them, the type of verbal assault being sent was something you were used to for years now, but you didn’t particularly want your coworker knowing about this either.

“My useless daughter, the hospital called me saying you were there. How are you supposed to make money for us in the hospital!”

The longer you went without responding, the more cruel the words were.

“Heard a boy brought you there, bet he wouldn’t like if I showed him that you exist to make money for this family”

You gulped, scrolling through each jab, the wound penetrating deeper and deeper in your heart. When your father called you mid scroll, you didn’t hesitate to pick up the phone, knowing that if he just yelled at you already the text messages would stop.

This was a cycle that repeated at least once per week, without missing a beat. As the phone picked up, the screaming started, it always did every time your dad would call you on a drunken rampage. It wasn’t even 4 o'clock in the afternoon and yet he was completely trashed, words slurred as he hurled insults in your direction, insults you had begun to take to heart after hearing them for so long, yet you began to become numb to the words- there was only so much drilling in your head that you’re useless before it no longer makes you cry. After screaming your ear off about how he was going to starve because you don’t send enough money, he hung up, leaving you with no room to respond.

Not that you planned to anyways.

You had decided it was for the best that you turned off your phone and disconnected for the time being. Any positive mood you had from being with Seokjin was instantly soured from your interaction with your father. You just needed to work hard to pay off the debt and you would finally be free, right? He would stop insulting, yelling, putting you down once the debt was paid off, you were sure of it. You were envious of childhood you for taking the good times for granted.

You busied yourself for the rest of the evening, making dinner which consisted on whatever you had in the back of your fridge that was still good and some noodles, and then cleaning up afterwards. As you turned the sink off from doing the dishes, you heard a knock on your front door. Drying your hands, you had raised your eyebrow as you opened your door. Since moving into this place you can’t think of a single visitor. Your confusion went further as the man at your door was holding a giant bouquet of red and pink flowers.

“Someone ordered you flowers” the delivery man flatly said and handed the bouquet to you, as you went to ask who, the man had already walked away.

Bringing the bouquet of flowers into your apartment, you noticed a little note card in the back of the bouquet. As you pulled the card out of the holder, your breath caught as you recognized the handwriting as the same handwriting who left you a note at work yesterday. Nervously you set the bouquet down on your counter and read the note over and over again, this time it clicking that this was not a prank at all, and that the person was serious about this. Yesterday was easy to dismiss, but sending what looked to be an expensive bouquet to your home fell out of petty prank territory, and the note proved as much.

“When I saw you smile at my note yesterday, it made my day. I can’t wait to make you mine one day.”

Your cheeks turned a crimson shade of red as you continued to read the note multiple times in a row. You were so distracted on the fact that the person was serious about courting you that you failed to realize that only one person you work with had your address. Yet your mind went to the brown haired man when reading the note. For some reason, since it was anyone at work, you hoped it was the one person who you couldn’t keep out of your mind. You wanted to scold yourself mentally for even thinking that it could be him after he just spent the better part of his day making sure you were okay, yet as you found a vase to place the flowers in and trimmed the ends to keep them healthy all you could think of was him and his stupid smile.

You were fucked.

Finally allowing your head to hit your pillow and your eyes to close, the image formed back in your mind of your coworker, and you allowed yourself to smile. It wouldn’t be a crime if it was only a dream, right? Slowly you felt your eyes get heavy as the world shrouded into black around you, and the last thing you saw before you slept was his damn smile.

As you rested on Sunday, all you could think about was the flowers sitting on your counter. Through the day you would smell them, read the note, smile, rinse and repeat until the beautiful roses were the only thing clouding your mind. You had even turned your phone back on to take pictures of the flowers and the card, capturing every angle imaginable- and as you let the warmth of your blankets engulf you Sunday night, the smell of roses pushed you off to dream land.

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Your morning alarm came sooner than what you desired. Groaning, you stretched your arm out, reaching for your phone and shutting off your alarm. It was going to be a long week, maybe, anyways- a lot had changed in the past 48 hours.

As you arrived to work, your eyebrow raised as you noticed a cup of coffee sitting on your desk, one you know you didn’t accidentally leave over the weekend, especially as you picked up the warm cup and under it was a sticky note. Much like you did on Friday and how you wanted to on Saturday, you looked around for the culprit but don’t see anyone looking out of place or even paying attention to you. You picked up the sticky note, reading the words on it

“I’ve never been good at telling people how I feel, but you make me want to try.”

You smiled to yourself reading the note, opening the top drawer of your desk you lifted the note from Friday, comparing the handwriting and making the conclusion they were in fact from the same person, reaching inside your purse, it also matched the handwriting from Saturday. Your grin was wider than you can recall smiling in many years prior, your heart was jumping beyond what would be considered normal for 8 AM on a Monday morning as you were thinking about who in the office may have noticed you, yet only one person came to your mind, and god, you hoped it was Seokjin so bad. You would be a liar to say that it didn’t make your morning a lot better- it made you work harder and better than you had in months, somehow, a simple kind note was enough to fuel you to work hard.

What you didn’t expect was the coffee and the note to become an everyday occurrence, and yet as Friday rolled around you had collected a note from whoever was leaving them for every day of the week, each of them sugary sweet and causing you to grin like an absolute idiot as you read them. You felt like you were flying every single day.

Tuesday’s made your heart flutter as you read it: “If I could only feel one thing for the rest of my life, I would choose the way I feel when I’m with you ♥”

Wednesday’s made you want to cry from the words you wanted to hear from someone, literally anyone in your life: “I will believe in you, even if no one else does. Even if you don’t believe in yourself”

Thursday’s made you think about every interaction you had in the office in the several years you have worked here: “You have never left my mind since the day we met”

Each one of these notes landed in your drawer, though they didn’t exactly stay in the drawer collecting dust. Through the week you found yourself re-reading them as a way of fuel to keep you going- reading the notes was almost a shot of caffeine to your body that caused you to have the motivation to keep going. As you strolled into work Friday, you no longer could even contain your smile as the cup of coffee and sticky note was on your desk once again. You were getting to a point that you had to start keeping your composure as you walked towards your desk; if it was up to you, and you didn’t have to keep up a professional appearance you would have started running to see the notes by now. As you lifted the coffee, taking a sip, you read the note with an expression you had slowly become more used to yourself making though the week.

“I’m 100% convinced that if I lost my memory, I would fall in love with you all over again.”

Whoever was leaving these notes was having a serious affect on your day and yet it had only been a week. You needed to know the motivation behind the secret admirer, even if they didn’t want to reveal themselves to you right now, knowing why would cause your heart to stop fluttering so much every time you walked into your office… maybe. Pulling out a pen and one of your own sticky notes from your desk, you wrote a simple question and stuck it to the bottom of your monitor.

“Why me?”

You were not sure if you would even get a reply, and yet you made a conscious effort to leave your desk as much as possible. The first couple times you returned the sticky note stayed in place, however by the time you had left and come back from your lunch break the sticky note was moved and had new text scribbled on it in the same handwriting you were starting to adore.

“Because I can see the beauty in your eyes, even through the sadness that shines through them. Your soul is as beautiful as you are. There’s so much more but I’m running out of space…”

You could see the handwriting start to get smaller and smaller as whoever left the note was in fact running out of space. Somehow the answer eased a lot of your anxiety when it came to the notes, so you opened your top drawer and placed the note on top of the others with a smile. As you closed the drawer, you didn’t get the chance to sit down as suddenly your boss was calling your name.

“_-ssi, Seokjin-ssi please come to my office”

You raised your eyebrow but bowed and followed your boss to his office, Seokjin following behind you. Seeing Seokjin in such close proximity after the events of last weekend making you nervous.

“Sit. Both of you” he said as you both nervously shuffled into your bosses small office. The chairs were so close together in the space that as you both sat, your knees were touching each other. You did your best to keep to yourself, pulling back at the times that the space would allow it.

“So” your boss started “As you both know, we have a management position available, both of you have been recommended for the spot”

You stay silent, nodding along to your boss as nerves struck your entire body. Was it the time to learn who won the promotion?

“I wanted to let you both know that Manager Kim had resigned this morning… meaning we now have two open manager spots”

Your boss, who started the conversation serious was now suddenly smiling and you felt your entire world spinning… does that mean that… there’s no way. Your brain was short circuiting.

“We have a management spot open for both of you”

Your boss then pulled out two paper contracts from his desk drawer, handing one to Seokjin and the other to you. Your mouth was agape, hardly believing this was happening. Had you finally gotten your own good luck in the world?

“I will leave you two to review your contracts in peace. Please take the time that you need to read and sign” he said walking out of his office and shutting the door. Once you heard the click you spoke to yourself somewhat forgetting Seokjin was next to you.

“Holy shit”

From your side you heard a snicker, turning your head he was sporting that signature smile he always carried. “Great job, _. I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you” which you playfully rolled your eyes at with a smile and then turned to look at your contract. It didn’t take long for your mouth to run agape once again though once you saw the salary and sign on bonus.

“Fuck” you whispered to yourself, cursing in front of Seokjin for the second time in approximately two or so minutes. You didn’t know when it happened, but streaking hot tears fell from your eyes. The sign on bonus alone would be enough to finally pay off the family debt you have been working tirelessly for. As the realization hit you, sobs fell from your body involuntarily. You felt a soft hand on your shoulder.

“_. Are you okay?” Seokjin asked, concern sketched over his entire face. In the moment your walls had been completely broken down from shock, so you spilled to him what you would likely never burden others with. “My family debt… it will finally be gone.”

Your impulsive nature suddenly got the better of you as you turned to the last page of the contract. You didn’t need to read any more, you would walk straight into the depths of hell itself if it meant you could live without working yourself to death again. As to sign it, Seokjin’s hand landed on yours. You shot him a look as if he personally offended you. Offering a sheepish smile, he explained.

“Please read it. As your friend I won’t let you sign anything without reading it.”

You stared at him dumbfounded, at both the fact he called you his friend, and the fact that his hand was burning hot on your own. Slowly your eyes moved to your hands touching, his eyes following yours. It lingered longer than either of you should have allowed. His fingers were soft and warm on yours, causing your entire body to be set on fire from the smallest touch. As soon as the feeling came however, it also went as he softly drew his hand away from you. Subconsciously you had allowed yourself to peak at him as he withdrew his warmth. Neither of you said anything but you noticed his ears turning red from the corner of your eye.

You didn’t know why, but all you could think of in that moment was how cute he looked when flustered. You bit the inside of your cheek as you forced yourself to look back to the contract at hand before you got caught staring.

In the end, you both ended up signing the promotion contracts. Instead of competing for a place higher up the ladder, you would now both work side by side in leading your teams. Achieving what you have been working tirelessly for since your family fell into debt as a teenager, what you have sacrificed your entire late teens and most of your twenties for, has left you feeling elated in a way that you never thought was possible to feel. “Finally” you whispered to yourself with a smile.

As you both stepped out of the office, Seokjin cleared his throat. Your head turned to look at him with an eyebrow raised, however you found him staring at the floor as he spoke.

“I was wondering if possibly you wanted to get a celebration dinner together after work?”

You couldn’t see his face as he kept his head tilted to the ground, his shoe apparently being very interesting to him. Normally this would be something that you would reject without a second thought if it was anyone else, but seeing him looking so shy, and the fact that you absolutely did want to get dinner with him caused you to yell “yes” much louder than you had intended. The reaction that came from you was seemingly involuntarily as you brought your hand to your mouth.

“Yes! I mean- sure we can do that. I will uh, let you pick the place”

This time it was your turn to look down at the floor, biting your lip to shut yourself up before you embarrassed yourself more. What you couldn’t see is how his head turned up to look at you wide eyed, a light dusting of pink spread over his cheeks as he stuttered.

“Wait r-really?”

You looked up to him, eyes meeting his as he stared at you with such a burning intensity you have never felt from another gaze before. You swallowed instinctively as your eyes scanned his face, his shoulders, anywhere which was not directly into his gaze.

“I-If that’s what you want. Sure.”

You let out a nervous chuckle as you waited for his response, however he just stared at you for several seconds longer, his mouth slightly agape before he seemingly was able to snap out of it.

“I will, uh, I will wait for you to be off then and we will go together”

He quickly scurried away after saying that, leaving you dumbfounded on what exactly just happened. All you knew is you were very much looking forward to dinner tonight.