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Pairing: Struggling-Artist!Jimin x Reader
Genre: Emotional Angst, Established Relationship, Breakup (without proper closure), Second-Chance Romance, Fluff, Smut, Right-Person-Wrong-Timing AU
Word Count: ~4k
Warnings: heartbreak, feeling of abandonment, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), fingering, hickeys, biting, praise kink, desperate make-out, messy emotions, tears during intimacy.
Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI
A/N: I originally wrote this part about seven months ago but didn't post. Because unfortunately, writer's block got in the way, and I wasn't able to complete Pt.2 at the time. The good news is that I finally got motivation and I will start working on it again now, and I hope to share it with you all very soon!!
In the meantime, if you're ready for a good cry 😭, feel free to read Pt.1 and suffer with me while I finish the rest (or skip if you wanna read both parts together). Also posting Pt.1 as a way to hold myself accountable and stay motivated to finish Pt.2. By doing this I'll have no choice but to finish Pt.2.😅
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[Your Eyes Tell - Pt. 2] - WIP
The small bulb above the kitchen table kept flickering. Outside, rain tapped against the window, soft and steady.
Inside Jimin’s tiny one-room apartment, it smelled like ramen, old guitar strings, and the vanilla candle you always lit to make the environment calm.
Jimin sat on the floor, notebook open on his lap, pen tapping quietly to some rhythm in his head. His hair kept falling into his eyes every time he leaned forward.
You were on the couch behind him, just watching him, the way his shoulders moved when he breathed, the way he always bit his lip when he was deep in thought.
You reached down and brushed the hair from his temple, tucking it behind his ear. He leaned into your touch, not even looking up, and smiled a little. That smile said everything—it was like your fingers were all the praise he needed tonight.
“Listen to this,” he murmured. His voice was soft, almost shy. Then he sang—just one line, rough and honest:
“When the world turns blind to me,
will your eyes still find me?”
The words hung between you.
They felt heavy and beautiful, sinking right into your chest.
You slid down from the couch and moved closer, your knees pressing into the rug until you were sitting in his lap. Your legs wrapped around him as if you were afraid he’d disappear. You buried your face in his chest, breathing in the faint smell of soap and cologne.
He rested his chin on your head and held you tight, like you were the only safe thing in the world.
“You’ll make it someday,” you whispered against his heartbeat.
He gave a quiet laugh... half hope, half ache. “Someday feels far away.”
You hugged him tighter, fingers spreading over his chest like you could hold his dreams in place. “Then I’ll hold you until someday comes.”
He let go of the pen and looked into your eyes.
Suddenly, you were face-to-face, your breath mixing. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing your skin.
“Marry me,” he said suddenly, his voice trembling.
You froze, eyes wide. “What?”
“Not now,” he rushed, breath catching.
“Not today. Not tomorrow. But someday, when I can give you a real ring, not the toy one from a vending machine. When I can sing for you without my voice breaking—marry me then.”
Tears burned your eyes before you even realized they’d started to fall. “Jimin…”
He pressed his forehead to yours, his voice turning into a whisper.
“I don’t have much. I don’t even have a plan. But I have this.” He took your hand in his and placed it over his chest, where his heart beat hard and fast. “And it only beats for you. So promise me you’ll wait. Promise you’ll be there when I finally make it.”
You laughed through a sob, shaking your head because there was no way to say everything you felt.
“Yes,” you breathed out.
“A thousand times yes. I’ll wait forever if I have to.”
His eyes softened, glassy and bright, and then he leaned forward, kissing you. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that demanded anything.
It was quiet. Full of hope.
Full of the ache of everything you both dreamed of but hadn’t reached yet.
When he finally pulled back, his lips hovered near yours, his breath warm and shaky. “I swear on my heart that one day, I’ll marry you,” he whispered with a tiny smile.
You laughed weakly, tears slipping down your cheeks, and cupped his face in both hands. “Then you better not break my heart, Park Jimin,” you whispered before kissing him again—slow and certain, sealing a promise neither of you would ever forget.
Outside, the rain kept falling.
Inside, you both held onto each other like someday had already started.
Days slowly melted into weeks.
Jimin’s life became a blur of exhaustion—6 a.m. vocal warm-ups, 8 a.m. chorus recording sessions for idols who didn’t even know his name, and late-night YouTube uploads that barely got a few thousand views.
You started to feel like his sunrise and sunset—the only soft thing in the middle of his endless chase.
Mornings meant waking up to the sound of him singing in the shower. His voice would echo off the tiles, warm and sweet. Steam curling around him like as he practiced high notes.
You’d quietly step in behind him, wrap your arms around his waist, and rest your palms over the small scar on his ribs—the one he got when he fell off his bicycle two years ago, trying to buy you iced coffee on your very first date.
Afternoons were quieter.
You’d sit cross-legged on the bed, editing his demo tracks on your old laptop while he napped with his head in your lap. His lips would part slightly, lashes brushing your thigh.
When he woke up, he’d smile while pressing sleepy kisses against your whole face and whisper, “You smell like home.”
Evenings were for cheap food and big dreams.
The two of you would sit on the floor, eating convenience-store kimbap and instant tteokbokki, feeding each other bites and laughing about everything and nothing.
Sometimes he’d steal a kiss that tasted like gochujang and say, “When I’m famous, I’ll buy you a restaurant that only serves your spicy rice cakes.”
Nights were your favourite.
Outside, the city was quiet, the streetlights casting soft shadows through the window. Inside, it was anything but calm. You hummed over unfinished songs, your voices sometimes clashing, sometimes blending perfectly.
You teased each other when a note went wrong, sometimes arguing over a chord, pointing at the notebook or guitar, but always laughing before it got serious.
And when the little fights ended, you’d fall into each other, kissing until your laughter mixed with soft apologies, “I didn’t mean that,” or “I love you too much to stay mad.”
But one night, everything felt different.
He came home soaked from the rain, his shoulders heavy and his eyes dim. Another producer had cut his verse again, called it “pretty but forgettable.”
The words had broken something inside him.
He just stood there, dripping rainwater onto the floor, looking so small and tired that your heart ached.
Without a word, you rushed to him, grabbed the towel from the sink, and started drying his hair. “You’ll catch a cold, silly,” you murmured, rubbing gently over his wet hair bangs.
When you finished, you tugged gently at his hoodie, pulling it over his head. It fell to the floor with a wet slap.
His skin was freezing.
You rubbed your hands up and down his arms, trying to warm him, trying to chase away that hollow look in his eyes.
Then his voice cracked.
“I’m not enough,” he whispered. “I promised you everything—a ring, a restaurant, songs that would make people cry, and I’m nowhere close... not even 10%. I’m failing you every day.”
Your heart squeezed so tight it hurt.
You took his face in both hands, made him look at you.
“Jimin,” you said firmly, your voice shaking, “you’re not failing me. You’re fighting. Every day you keep going, even when it’s hard... that’s what matters. I don’t need the world you promised. I just need you. Sleepless nights, tired eyes, instant noodles, empty pockets... you. That’s enough.”
He looked like he might break, so you guided him gently backward onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, your fingers brushing the rain from his lashes.
You kissed his eyelids softly, one at a time. “You’re enough for me,” you whispered. “You’re everything.”
His hands shook as they found your waist.
You guided them higher, under your shirt, until his palms rested over your heart. His thumb brushed against your nipple and both of you gasped, the air suddenly thick with emotion and heat.
“Show me,” he breathed, voice trembling. “Show me I’m yours.”
The notebook slipped off the bed with a soft thud, but neither of you even looked.
You were already moving, straddling his lap, knees sinking into the thin blanket, your palms cradling his face like he was something fragile and precious.
Raindrops still clung to his lashes.
You leaned in and kissed them away, one by one.
“Let me love you tonight,” you whispered against his damp skin. “Every part of you. No more doubts, no more fear, okay?”
His lips parted as if to protest. “I don’t deserve...”
You cut him off with a kiss.
A deep, slow one that said everything words couldn’t.
His breath hitched as your tongue brushed his, soft and sweet, and when you finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected you. You giggled breathlessly and leaned forward again to kiss him harder, until both of you were gasping.
“Jimin-ah,” you murmured against his lips, “see how much I adore you?”
His hands trembled as they came to rest on your waist. “You make it so hard to breathe when you say things like that.”
“Then don’t breathe,” you teased softly, pressing kisses along his jaw, his throat, his collarbones. “Just feel me.”
You sucked lightly on the side of his neck until a faint bruise bloomed beneath your lips. He let out a shaky whimper, fingers tangling in your hair.
“This voice that sings for everyone,” you whispered between kisses, “it’s mine first.”
He swallowed hard, eyes fluttering shut. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
“Oh, I do,” you said, smiling faintly as you trailed down to his chest. You kissed over his heartbeat, his ribs, that small scar he always tried to hide. “Every inch of you tells me.”
He shivered beneath your mouth, breath coming in uneven gasps as you marked him with soft hickeys, each one darker than the last. His chest rose and fell fast, his skin now painted with your love.
When you finally sat back, your hands roamed over the constellation you’d made. “Look at you,” you whispered, eyes full of warmth.
“My beautiful boy. You’re a whole galaxy.”
He opened his eyes slowly, his voice soft and trembling.
“Come here.”
You leaned in, and he flipped you gently onto your back. The world outside was still and quiet—just rain and heartbeats.
Jimin hovered over you, silver hair dripping, eyes shining with so much love it made your throat tighten. “My turn to worship,” he said softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek.
He started with your forehead, pressing slow, tender kisses like little blessings. Then your closed eyelids, your nose, the curve of your upper lip. When he finally reached your mouth, he paused... just breathing you in, before kissing you deeply, so slowly that your whole body melted into him.
“I love these lips,” he whispered between kisses, biting the bottom one gently. “They sing my songs back to me when I forget the tune.”
You laughed softly, your chest tightened with affection. “That’s because I know your heart better than you think.”
His gaze softened even more.
“Yeah,” he breathed, “you do.”
He lifted your T-shirt over your head, leaving you in just your bra.
Cool air brushed your skin, and then his warm mouth followed—kissing, tasting, worshipping. He pressed his lips to the top of your breast, sucking a slow circle until you sighed his name.
The light sting faded as he soothed it with his tongue.
“Jimin...” you gasped, fingers clutching his hair.
He looked up briefly. “Shh… let me love you.”
His hands careful but hungry as he unclasped your bra. The moment it slipped away, he froze, eyes wide like he is looking at the sunrise for the first time.
“God,” he whispered, voice shaking. “You’re perfect.”
You wanted to laugh, to tell him you weren’t... but before you could, his mouth closed around your nipple. His tongue moved in slow circles, teasing, worshipping, while his thumb brushed over the other. You moaned his name again, voice trembling, and he smiled against your skin.
He switched sides, leaving another soft mark before kissing lower—across your ribs, your stomach, tracing your skin like he was memorizing every inch.
When he reached near your waist, he paused and pressed a gentle kiss over the light stretch marks around your navel.
“I love every story your body carries,” he murmured.
Your eyes stung a little from how soft he sounded.
He kissed down to the waistband of your shorts and looked up, his breath warm against your skin, eyes full of both desire and care.
“Can I?” he asked quietly.
You nodded, heart thudding. “Please, Jimin.”
He slid your shorts and panties down in one careful motion, his touch slow and almost shy, like he was unwrapping something precious. Then he moved between your thighs, eyes meeting yours for a heartbeat before he lowered his head.
His first lick was so gentle, barely there. It felt like a question.
You trembled and whispered, “Don’t stop.”
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said softly.
“It won’t be. Not with you.”
He smiled against your skin and licked again—slow and deep, from where you were already wet up to your clit. He let out a low sound, like he couldn’t help himself. “God, you taste like heaven.”
His tongue began tracing slow figure-eights around your clit, warm and steady, while his fingers moved lower, gathering your slickness. When one slid inside, you both gasped.
Then came another, moving with care, searching until...
“There?” he asked quietly, eyes never leaving your face.
Your breath hitched. “Yes... right there... don’t stop—”
He didn’t.
He kept the rhythm steady, tongue teasing, fingers curling in just the right way, watching every tiny expression you made like he was falling in love with each one. When your thighs started shaking, he sucked softly on your clit and crooked his fingers just so...
“Jimin...” your voice broke, trembling.
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you,” he whispered.
You came in slow, shuddering waves, his name repeating from your trembled lips. He stayed with you through every tremor, soothing you with gentle licks and soft touches until you melted against the sheets.
Then he moved up, kissed you deeply, and let you taste yourself on his lips. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly along your jaw.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go like that.”
You reached for the nightstand, fingers shaky, and pulled out a foil packet. “Want you inside me. Want to feel you everywhere.”
He took the condom with reverence, rolled it on while you watched, stroking him once, twice, just to hear him moan your name. Then he settled over you, elbows bracketing your head.
“Look at me,” he said softly.
Your eyes met and everything around disappeared.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, pausing whenever your breath hitched. When he was fully seated, you both stilled, foreheads touching.
“Feel that?” he whispered. “That’s home.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist. “Move, baby. Love me.”
He moved inside you with slow, deep strokes—each one tender, unhurried, like time had stopped just for the two of you.
The first stroke, he leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose. “I love you.”
The third, his lips brushed your cheek. “You’re my muse.”
The fifth, he kissed you—slow, lingering, full of love. “My forever.”
You met every thrust with a gentle roll of your hips, hands roaming over his back, nails tracing soft lines down his skin. You tangled your fingers in his hair, cupped his face, and whispered, “Deeper, my love. I want all of you.”
He obeyed, angling his hips until the head of his cock kissed that perfect spot inside you on every glide.
The tenth stroke, he breathed, “You feel like heaven.”
The twelfth, “I’m never letting go.”
The fifteenth, he kissed you again, swallowing the sound of your moan.
The rhythm became slow and warm—like waves rising and falling, carrying you both higher. You felt him everywhere, filling you completely. His breath came out rough, shaky, full of feeling.
“I’m close,” you gasped, tightening around him. “Come with me.”
He slid his hand down, thumb finding your clit, circling gently in time with his hips. “Together,” he whispered, voice breaking. “I want to fall apart with you.”
You came first, body trembling, a silent cry caught in your throat as your world burst into light. He followed right after, groaning your name against your neck, his body shaking as he spilled inside the condom.
“I love you,” he whispered again and again, like a prayer.
He didn’t pull away right away.
He stayed, breathing hard, kissing your skin softly, like he couldn’t stop. When he finally slipped out, he tied the condom and dropped it into the bin before pulling you back into his arms.
You lay chest to chest, legs tangled, your ear over his heart. It beat fast and strong. You traced the marks you’d left on his skin, eyes filling with quiet tears.
“Did I hurt you?” you asked softly.
He wiped your tear with his thumb. “You didn’t hurt me. You healed me.”
He took your hand and pressed it over his chest. “Listen... still racing for you.”
You smiled through your tears and nestled closer. “Promise you’ll wake me up with kisses tomorrow?”
“Every tomorrow,” he said, kissing your temple. “I’ll write you a lullaby with my lips.”
You giggled and drew lazy circles on his chest. “What will it say?”
“That you’re my favorite song,” he whispered. Then he hummed a soft tune against your hair, his voice still rough and warm. “Sleep now, my love. I’ll guard your dreams.”
You smiled against his skin. “And I’ll guard yours.”
The room filled with the sound of rain and your steady breaths. Just before sleep pulled you under, he whispered against your ear, “When I make it big, I’ll sing this song at our wedding.”
You pressed a kiss to his throat. “Don’t ever leave me, okay?”
He wrapped his arms tighter around you, as if he could fuse your souls together. “Never. You’re my forever. I’ll love you every single day.”
Few days later, he left for Busan one early morning—barely past sunrise, eyes still heavy with sleep, suitcase half-zipped in his hand. The emergency call had come at 3 a.m.
His mother’s surgery couldn’t wait.
You stood at the door, wrapped in his hoodie, trying to memorize him—the way his hair fell over his eyes, the tired smile he gave even when his heart was racing.
You rose on your toes and kissed him slow, whispering, “Travel safe. Call me when you stop, okay? And take care of your mom.”
He touched your cheek, thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. “Spam me with voice notes, yeah? I need your voice to stay awake.”
You laughed softly. “You’ll get sick of me by the time you reach Busan.”
“Never,” he said, and kissed you one last time before leaving. The silence that followed felt heavier than usual.
For three days, your phone was alive with him.
Jimin: “Arrived safely. Missing your face.”
You: “Tell your mom I’m sending positive energy and love.”
Jimin: “Mom’s out of surgery. Doctor says she’ll be okay. Call me?”
You: “Recording a voice note now... listen when you’re alone ❤️”
Jimin: “Your voice note made me cry in the hallway. I love you.”
You: “Good tears only, Park Jimin. Come home soon.”
Then came Day Four... the day everything went quiet.
No messages... No replies... No missed calls...
Just… silence.
At first, he thought you were busy.
Then maybe asleep.
But when the next day passed without even a single emoji, his chest started to ache in a way he couldn’t explain. And the worst part was... he couldn't leave right away until his mother got discharged.
Two days later, Jimin’s phone buzzed once on the table. The screen was cracked from when he’d dropped it running for the train to Busan.
One new voice note.
From you.
His fingers fumbled while he quickly pressed play. Your voice filled the quiet room... soft, shaky, heavy with tears.
🗣 : “Jimin-ah…
It’s not working.
Please don’t look for me.
You’ll shine brighter without me.
Don’t look back.
I realized I’m the one holding you back… distracting you from your dreams.
Be happy.
I love you enough to let you go.
Goodbye, my star.”
The message ended with a small, broken sob. Then... silence. He tried to call back, but it said switched off.
He replayed it.
Once. Twice. Again.
And again. Until your voice was carved into his chest like a scar that wouldn’t fade.
Jimin came home on the seventh day. The room smelled faintly of cold vanilla—your perfume, fading.
Your toothbrush was gone. Your clothes were gone.
Your laughter was gone.
He sank to the floor on the rug you’d picked out together at the flea market, the one you’d argued over because he’d said it was ugly and you’d said it was “Antique.”
He clutched his phone to his chest, replayed your voice until the battery died, and screamed your name into the empty room—again and again, until there was nothing left in him but quiet sobs and the echo of your goodbye.
He broke a little more each day, but no one ever saw it happen.
To everyone else, Park Jimin was moving forward, smiling, working, performing. But every night, behind closed doors, he fell apart.
He told himself you left because you got tired. Because he had nothing to give—no fame, no success, no future bright enough to match your love.
So he didn’t blame you.
He just missed you.
There were nights he sat on the kitchen floor, empty bottle beside him, your texts open on the cracked screen—scrolling, rereading, over and over. Sometimes he played your last voice note just to hear your breathing between the words.
Sometimes he talked to the silence, whispering things he wished he’d said when he had the chance.
Days turned into months.
The ache never left, but it started changing shape. Instead of breaking him, it began to burn inside him... a quiet fire he couldn’t put out. He stopped running from the pain and started writing.
At first, it was just scribbles in a notebook, lines that sounded too heavy to sing. Then came melodies... raw, aching, honest.
Every song became a letter he could never send you.
His voice cracked.
His hands shook. But the music kept coming.
And then... fate shifted.
A local producer found his demo. A small label signed him.
Then a bigger one.
His songs spread quietly at first, through late-night playlists, rainy drives, people who knew heartbreak too well.
Then the world began to listen. They called his voice soulful, his lyrics haunting. But he knew... every note was you.
Every stage he stood on, every crowd that cheered, every award that glittered under the lights—it all came from the wound you left behind.
And when the applause faded each night, he still whispered the same thing into the dark. “I hope you’re somewhere peaceful, my love. You said I’d shine brighter without you… But I’d trade every spotlight just to hold you one more time.”
The crowd would never hear it, but the stars always did.
Hello when will you be posting the epilogue for Between waves and warmth?
Hey everyone!!
I’ve almost finished drafting the epilogue for Between Waves & Warmth, but I’m holding off on posting it for now. I had requested a banner from one of my friends here... Tangie, @rpwprpwprpwprw
And she's currently busy with her final exams. I asked her to work on it after her exams are over, which should hopefully be in about a week.
She told me to go ahead and post the epilogue first and just edit the banner later, but I really want to share it in its final form. So I'm requesting you all to please wait just a few more days. 💜
Thank you for understanding and being so patient with me!!
Also... if you're curious about what's coming next, here's a little teaser. 👀👀
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Jungkook crouched down with a sleepy smile, scratching behind Bam’s ears. “Hey, Bammie. Good morning, buddy.” Bam leaned into his touch, licking his wrist. “Where’s Eomma, hmm? Did she abandon us?”
Bam let out an excited bark and trotted toward the open front door, looking back at Jungkook expectantly.
Jungkook followed him, leaning against the doorframe as he glanced outside. His motorcycle was missing from its usual spot under the shaded carport.
A fond, knowing smile spread across his face. He shook his head, chuckling softly. “Of course she took the bike.”
He waited on the porch, leaning against the wooden railing with his arms crossed over his bare chest.
A few minutes later, the familiar low rumble of the motorcycle engine reached his ears.
You appeared down the quiet coastal road, riding smoothly with confidence. The morning sunlight caught in your hair as you pulled up to the house and killed the engine.
You looked beautiful — cheeks flushed from the ride, a few loose strands of hair dancing around your face, grocery bags hanging from both sides of the bike.
Jungkook’s heart did that familiar flip it still did every single time he saw you. He pushed off the railing and walked toward you, arms already spreading wide in that dramatic, theatrical way he loved.
“There you are!” he exclaimed, his voice warm and full of relief. “I woke up and my wife was gone. Do you know how heartbreaking that is?”
You giggled, removing the helmet and shaking your hair out as you parked the bike carefully. “Drama king.”
“I’m serious,” he pouted, still holding his arms open. “I reached for you and you weren’t there. I almost cried.”
You walked straight into his embrace, laughing softly as he wrapped his strong arms around you tightly and lifted you slightly off the ground. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.
“Mmm… you smell like morning air and strawberries,” he murmured against your skin. “I missed you so much.”
“I was only gone for forty minutes, Jungkook,” you teased, hugging him back just as tightly, your arms around his neck.
“Forty minutes too long,” he complained, pressing soft kisses along your neck. “Next time wake me up. I’d rather watch you sleep beside me than wake up without you.”
You pulled back slightly, cupping his face with both hands, thumbs brushing his cheeks. “You were snoring so adorably, all sprawled out like a starfish. I didn’t have the heart to disturb you. Plus… we ran out of groceries and Bam’s favourite food. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast.”
Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with pride as he looked at you.
Three years of marriage...
Four years of loving you...
And somehow, he still fell in love with you all over again every morning.
I've been working on a Yoongi fic for the past few days, and it's kind of wild how his vlog from yesterday somehow ended up relating to the few parts of the storyline I was already writing. 😭😭😭
And then as if it wasn't enough, I came across this reel, and now I'm kicking my feet in air and giggling because it's giving me so many butterflies.
I'm officially no longer 25... I turned 26 two days ago! 😂
Not gonna lie, I'm not exactly thrilled about stepping into my late twenties, haha. But LIFE GOES ON... 😭😂
Now I'm curious... is there anyone here who's my twin in terms of age? 👀👀👀
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Pairing: Jung Hoseok (J-Hope) x Reader
Genre: Romance, Smut, Idol AU, Fanfiction
Rating: Explicit (18+), contains mature themes, sexual content, and strong language
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, possessive behavior, light dom/sub dynamics, mentions of alcohol, obsessive thoughts, and public teasing. Proceed with caution.
Summary: A flirty dance cover of BTS’s Dynamite with a cheeky “diamond necklace” innuendo blows up, catching the eye of J-Hope himself. What starts as spicy DMs with a mysterious stranger spirals into a steamy, obsessive night in Seoul that leaves you marked—literally and figuratively.
Word Count: ~3.5k
The bass of Sweet Dreams pulsed through your cramped apartment, your phone balanced on a precarious stack of novels. You’d spent weeks perfecting this dance cover—every hip pop, every smirk, every flick of your wrist dialed to precision. Your cropped hoodie rode up with each sway, flashing a glimpse of skin, while your leggings hugged every curve. As the final note hit, you struck a pose: lip bitten, eyes smoldering, a playful wink thrown at the camera.
You collapsed onto the couch, breathless, and grabbed your phone for the outro. “Alright, Army, I’m wrecked,” you laughed, sweeping damp bangs from your face. “But real talk? I’d sell my soul for a diamond necklace from J-Hope. Too much to ask?” Your smirk lingered, the innuendo dripping for the fans who’d get it. You hit post without a second thought.
The “diamond necklace” line was a nod to Army Twitter’s filthier corners, where fans traded sly jokes about Hoseok’s charm. J-Hope was your bias—his radiant energy, fluid dance moves, and that killer smirk were your undoing. You didn’t expect the reel to do more than your usual few thousand likes.
By morning, it was at two million views.
Your notifications were a warzone:
“Y/N, YOU WILD FOR THIS 😭”
“DIAMOND NECKLACE? GIRL, I’M DEAD 💀”
“Living our Hobi thirst dreams, we stan 😍”
Fan edits poured in—slow-mo clips of your hips rolling to Daydream, your hair flip synced to Ego. Brands slid into your DMs, but so did the weirdos. As a small-time Instagram influencer known for K-pop covers and flirty vlogs, this was your brand: bold, teasing, a little dirty. Just another day.
Until it wasn’t.
In a dimly lit Paris hotel room, Jung Hoseok sprawled across a king-sized bed, phone glowing against the dark. He’d been following you for months on a burner Instagram account—@random7digits, no pic, no trace. Not even his members knew.
It started with a fan edit of you slaying his Chicken Noodle Soup choreo, your sensual precision making his pulse spike. He’d binged your profile: dance covers, thirst traps, Q&As where you answered with a wink. You were magnetic, and he was addicted.
Then came the “diamond necklace” reel.
Hoseok watched it on loop, your sultry moves and that bold line—“a diamond necklace from J-Hope”—hitting like a shot of adrenaline. The innuendo was filthy, and it stirred something possessive. He knew you were teasing the fandom, but it felt personal, like a dare meant for him.
“She’s trouble,” he muttered, smirking. “And I want it.”
His thumb hovered over your DMs. From his burner, he typed:
Careful, princess. Wishing for diamonds like that might get you in trouble.
He hit send, heart racing, already hooked on the game.
You woke to a DM that stopped you cold:
Careful, princess. Wishing for diamonds like that might get you in trouble.
The account was a blank—random numbers, no face. Probably a troll, but the cocky tone sent a thrill down your spine. You bit your lip, typing:
Trouble? My favorite kind. You offering diamonds or just talk?
His reply was instant:
More than diamonds, princess. But you gotta earn ‘em.
Your stomach flipped. This guy had game. Over the next week, the DMs became your fix—each message bolder, hotter, laced with tension. He matched your flirtation with a mix of charm and edge, keeping you glued to your phone.
That dance today… you know what you’re doing. Teasing like that’s gonna get you in deep.
You upped the ante, posting a story for him: a slow-motion Ego cover, your body rolling in a tight tank top, sweat gleaming on your collarbone. Caption: Deep? Only if you can keep up.
His response was a video: no face, just a lean, toned torso in grey sweats, moving to Mic Drop with lethal precision. His abs flexed, hands—long fingers, veins popping—tugging his waistband low, revealing a V-line that made you choke.
Keep up with this, princess.
You rewatched it, thighs pressed together, heat pooling. You sent a photo: you in a lacy bralette, leaning forward to flaunt cleavage, lips parted. Your move, mystery man.
The escalation was relentless. His voice notes(using voice changer)—low, husky—were pure sin. “You keep sending shit like that, I’m gonna lose it,” he growled, the words sinking into you. You fired back a breathy note: “Good. I want you wrecked.”
One night, after a Butter cover where your hips swayed and fingers traced your neck, he snapped:
You’re begging for it, aren’t you? Touching yourself like that, knowing I’m watching.
He wasn’t wrong—you’d been thinking of him, this faceless stranger who had you unraveling. You typed, reckless:
Maybe I am. Gonna do something about it?
His reply was a photo: his hand gripping a whiskey glass, knuckles tense, a silver ring glinting. Keep pushing. I’ll give you everything you’re asking for.
You pushed harder—a shower clip, steam blurring the glass, your silhouette teasing as water slid down your shoulders. Oops. Slipped.
His response was feral: You’re fucking killing me. That body… I’m gonna ruin you.
The game was addictive, each message a spark setting you both on fire. You didn’t know his name, but he was under your skin.
Ten days in, he dropped a bomb:
Meet me. Seoul. This weekend. Lotte Hotel penthouse. No questions, just us. Say yes.
Your heart slammed against your ribs. Meeting a stranger who’d been driving you wild? Insane. But the promise of that penthouse, the mystery, the way his words made you ache—it was too much to resist.
You typed, fingers trembling:
You’re nuts. Rules: safe word, no sketchy shit, and you better be as hot as you sound.
His reply:
Safe word’s ‘sunshine.’ I’ll take care of you, princess. You won’t regret it.
You spent the next days in a frenzy, packing, texting your best friend (“If I die in Seoul, avenge me”), and boarding a flight. The uncertainty only fueled your want.
The Lotte Hotel was a glittering maze of marble and gold. The penthouse was obscene—black marble floors, silk-draped bed, a bottle of champagne chilling in ice. The air was heavy, intoxicating.
You stepped inside, heels clicking. “Hello?” Your voice wavered. No answer. Your pulse raced as you set your bag down, nerves and anticipation colliding.
You poured champagne, the bubbles sharp on your tongue. Then you felt it—a shift in the air, a presence behind you. You turned.
He stood in the shadows, black cap low, fitted shirt clinging to a lean frame, dark jeans slung low. He moved like a predator, all controlled power. Then he lifted his cap.
Jung Hoseok. J-Hope. Your bias.
Your glass almost shattered on the floor.
“Oh my God,” you whispered, legs buckling. “You’re… him.”
He smirked, closing the distance, eyes dark and possessive. “Still want that diamond necklace, princess?” His voice was velvet, laced with sin, sending heat to your core.
You couldn’t speak, brain short-circuiting. Hoseok—Hoseok—was real, devastatingly hot, his gaze promising everything.
“I…” You swallowed. “Yes.”
His smirk deepened, predatory yet soft. “Good girl.”
Hoseok stepped into your space, his cologne—musky, spiced—flooding your senses. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb dragging across your lip with deliberate slowness.
“Been dreaming about you,” he murmured, lips close. “Every night, watching you tease me. You’ve got no idea what you do.”
Your breath hitched, hands gripping his shirt, feeling muscle beneath. His kiss was filthy—tongue sweeping, teeth nipping, all hunger. You moaned, melting into him as he backed you against the wall, the cool surface a shock against your heated skin.
His hands gripped your hips, pressing himself against you. You gasped—he was hard, straining against his jeans.
“Feel that?” he growled, grinding slowly. “All for you.”
He lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bed. He pinned your wrists, his other hand yanking your dress up to reveal soaked lace panties.
“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes raking over you. “Dripping already.”
He tore the lace, the rip loud. His mouth was on you—hot, relentless, tongue swirling over your clit, then plunging inside. You screamed, hips bucking, but he pinned your thighs, devouring you like a man starved.
“Hoseok—fuck,” you gasped, trembling. His fingers joined, curling deep, hitting your G-spot with precision.
“Taste so good,” he rasped, lips glistening. “Could do this all night.”
He edged you, pulling back as you neared the peak, leaving you whimpering. “Please,” you begged, tears pricking.
“Not yet,” he said, licking his lips. “You cum with me inside.”
He stripped, revealing lean abs, sweat-slick skin. His jeans dropped, and you stared—he was thick, veined, glistening. He climbed over you, kissing you, letting you taste yourself.
“Ready?” he whispered, softer now, checking in.
“Yes,” you breathed, arching into him.
He pushed in, slow and deep, the stretch intense. He paused, forehead against yours, breath ragged. “So tight,” he groaned. “Perfect.”
His thrusts were powerful, each one hitting deep, his hips angled to strike your G-spot. The bed creaked, headboard slamming as he drove into you. His dirty talk was relentless:
“Wanted my cum, didn’t you? Begging for it in front of whole world.” he growled, biting your neck. “Gonna mark you, make you mine.”
His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles. You screamed, the edge nearing. He denied you once more, stopping as you trembled, leaving you a sobbing mess.
“Please, Hoseok,” you cried. “Need it.”
“Okay, princess,” he murmured. “Cum for me.”
His thrusts deepened, fingers relentless. Your orgasm crashed, vision whiting out, body convulsing as you screamed his name. He fucked you through it, thrusts erratic, then pulled out, spilling across your chest and neck, marking you in thick, warm ropes.
“Mine,” he whispered, smearing his release across your collarbone, sealing the claim.
Hoseok collapsed beside you, both of you slick with sweat. He pulled you close, lips soft on your forehead, your cheeks.
“You okay?” he murmured, brushing hair from your face.
“Better than okay,” you whispered, dazed.
He smiled—bright, sunny, your heart stuttering. He cleaned you gently with a warm towel, then pulled a velvet box from the nightstand. A diamond necklace—delicate, sparkling—clicked around your neck, his lips brushing the clasp.
“Next time you want something,” he said, low, “you come to me.”
You laughed, still reeling. “Think I just did.”
He grinned, tucking you into his arms. You fell asleep, the necklace a cool weight against your skin.
You woke alone, panic flaring until you saw the note:
Flight to catch. Keep the necklace. Call me when you want more. - H
A Polaroid showed Hoseok, shirtless, smirking, holding a card: Mine.
Your phone buzzed—a text from his official Instagram:
Liked your necklace, baby. Ready for round two?
You grinned, typing: Only if you bring a matching bracelet.
Days later, you filmed a Blood Sweat & Tears cover, the diamond necklace glinting, hickeys blooming across your collarbone. Your hips rolled, fingers tracing the marks, a smirk for the camera.
The reel went viral. Army lost it:
“Y/N, THOSE HICKEYS?? SPILL 😳”
“DIAMOND NECKLACE AND LOVE BITES? QUEEN SHIT”
“Isn't this J-HOPE coded?? I’M UNWELL”
Twitter exploded with edits—zooms of your marked skin set to Euphoria. Theories flew: “Y/N’s mystery man is an idol, bet it’s Hobi.”
A DM from Hoseok’s official account: a screenshot of a tweet: Y/N’s hickeys + necklace = J-HOPE CLAIMED HER, I’M SCREAMING.
His message:
Showing off my work, princess. Wear those marks like a crown.
You typed back, grinning:
Just giving the people what they want. More next time?
His reply:
Count on it. Bracelet’s ready. So’s round two.
You touched the necklace, the hickeys tingling. The world could guess, but only you knew—and the promise of more burned bright.
A/n: Okay so my 2AM thoughts are getting wild I guess. But seriously all I need is diamond necklace from J-Hope. Is it too much to ask? 🤭
P.S.: My @kittenan account tumblr messaging is not working and also I am unable to comment. So I created a backup account. Please follow and support.
Omg… I got notification, someone liked this fic after so long, so I gave it a quick read. I’d completely forgotten I wrote this a year ago during Sweet dreams era 😭
How can I be so delulu that I’m sitting here blushing, giggling, and kicking my feet over my own words like I’m not the one who wrote them. 😩😩
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Pairing: Husband!Jin x Content_Creator!Reader
Genre & Warnings: Established relationship, Domestic Fluff, Jin pouting-sulking-whining for attention, fun and teasing, smut-ish touch, suggestive smut at the end
Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI
Word Count: ~1.4k
Inspiration: JK's last Live
A/n: The amount of things this man makes my single ass feel is the only proof I have left that I'm still attracted to men. 💀 lol. This little drabble was inspired by JK's last live, where he had me completely losing my mind, and my sanity off-course. Enjoy!
[MASTERLIST]
The ring light casted a gentle glow over your bedroom as you sat cross-legged on the bed, camera focused on your smiling face.
You were not live, just recording a storytime video for your channel.
“So a lot of you have been asking in the comments about the brand collab video I posted a few days ago,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “The one with the espresso coffee? Okay, so the behind-the-scenes was actually chaotic. First of all...”
You continued with the story for few minutes until the door creaked open.
You paused mid-sentence, heart doing that familiar little flip it always did when Seokjin came home.
He looked exhausted, hair slightly messy, black shirt rumpled, sleeves pushed up his forearms, but still unfairly handsome.
He kicked off his shoes without a word, crawled onto the bed, and flopped down beside you... head resting near your lap, one arm draped lazily across the pillow, chin propped up slightly as he stared up at you with those warm, tired eyes.
“Hi, baby,” you whispered, smiling down at him.
He didn’t answer right away. Just let out a long, dramatic sigh and nuzzled closer, his cheek brushing your thigh.
You tried to keep filming, but your focus was already wavering. “Jinnie, I’m almost done. Just five more minutes?”
He pouted.
Full, glossy lower lip pushed out, eyebrows drawn together in the world’s most devastating sulk. “Five minutes feels like five hours when I’ve been counting down to this exact moment since lunch.”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “You’re so dramatic.”
“And you’re so mean,” he whined softly, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. His fingers traced lazy circles on your knee.
“I came straight home. Skipped the team dinner. Ignored three calls from my manager. All because I wanted to bury my face in my wife’s neck and sleep for ten years.”
Your stomach fluttered.
You kept one hand on the camera, trying to salvage the storytime. “Just let me finish this story real quick—”
Seokjin shifted, rolling onto his side so his broad chest pressed against your leg. He looked up at you through his lashes, pouting harder. “You love your subscribers more than me. I see how it is.”
“Jin.”
“Come here, Baby.” His voice dropped into that low, teasing register that always melted you. “I’m dying here. Starving for cuddles. Look at me. I’m practically withering away.”
You snorted. “You’re literally the most beautiful man alive right now and you know it.”
He grinned for half a second before the pout returned, even stronger.
“Then why won’t you hold your beautiful husband? Hm?” His hand slid higher under the hem of your shirt, tracing slow circles just below your breast, thumb deliberately brushing the soft skin where your waist meets your ribs.
He was testing you, seeing how long you could keep talking while he was clearly trying to distract you. “I’ve been good. I deserve rewards.”
The suggestive little touch sent warmth rushing through you.
His thumb brushed slow, deliberate circles against your side, and you had to fight the urge to shiver. “Jin, I’m recording... I will have to retake if you keep going...”
“Record me complaining then,” he mumbled, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your thigh.
He pressed another slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, tongue flicking out just enough to make your breath hitch.
His lips moved higher, dangerously close to the hem of your shorts, hot breath fanning over your skin. “Tell them how cruel you are. ‘My husband came home tired and I made him wait.’ They’ll cancel you for me. I’ll be trending.”
You laughed despite yourself, the camera shaking in your grip. The footage was completely ruined now—your cheeks were flushed, your voice breathy, and Seokjin was making it worse by nuzzling closer, lips brushing higher.
“Ugh, fine. This is useless anyway.” You clicked the camera off, set it on the nightstand, and turned fully toward him. He immediately brightened, arms opening wide like a needy koala.
You slid down into his embrace.
His arms wrapped around you, but one hand immediately slid down to grip your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled you flush against him.
He let out the happiest little hum, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. “There she is. My wife. Finally.”
You could already feel him half-hard against your thigh.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he groaned, grinding slowly once against you.
“Rough day?” you asked softly, threading your fingers through his dark hair.
He nodded against your skin, lips brushing your pulse point. “The worst. Client meeting that was supposed to be thirty minutes turned into three hours. They kept circling back to the same pointless slides. I fake-smiled so much now my face hurts.”
He pressed a slow, wet kiss just below your ear, then another, sucking gently until you felt the faint bloom of a hickey. “And all I could think about was coming home to you.”
You melted, tilting your head to give him better access.
His hand roamed your back, slipping under your shirt again, palming your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers as he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck.
“Mhmmm... Jinnie…” you breathed, half-warning, half-plea.
“Mmm?” He nipped at your collarbone, soothing it immediately with his tongue. The touch was lazy and possessive, full of tired affection. “Missed you so much. Wanted this exact thing. You in my arms. Smelling like home.”
You cupped his face, pulling him back just enough to look at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lips slightly swollen from kissing you. “Did you eat anything?”
He shook his head, pouting again. “No time. Rushed straight here as soon as meeting ended like a lovesick fool.”
“I’ll cook something quick...”
“No.” His arms tightened around you instantly, pulling you flush against his chest. One leg hooked over yours, effectively trapping you in the coziest cage imaginable.
“I’m not that hungry. Not for food, anyway.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, then ruined it by yawning adorably.
You giggled, kissing the tip of his nose. “You need to eat, baby.”
“Later,” he murmured, voice turning husky as he rolled you both so you were half beneath him, his weight warm and comforting.
“I’ll order takeout in a few minutes. Thai? Pizza? Or that fried chicken you like? Whatever. But right now?” He dipped his head, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss that tasted like longing and exhaustion and love.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “Right now I just need you. Your cuddles. Your voice. Your hands in my hair. Let me stay like this until the food arrives. Please, my pretty wife?”
How could you possibly say no to that?
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so his head rested on your chest. “Okay. But only because you’re cute when you whine.”
“I’m always cute,” he mumbled happily, already sounding half-asleep.
His fingers slipped under your shirt again, tracing idle patterns on your lower back, roaming around waist, promising more once he wasn’t running on fumes. “Tell me about your day while I recharge on you. Did the storytime go well before I ruined it?”
“You ruined it in the best way,” you laughed softly, scratching his scalp the way he loved. “I was telling them about the espresso brand collab incident.”
He hummed, pressing another wet kiss to the swell of your breast over your shirt. “Tell me instead. I’m a better audience. I give kisses as reward.”
You spent the next ten minutes recounting your day while Seokjin alternated between sleepy cuddles and teasing little nips along your neck and jaw, occasinally along the swell of your breasts.
Every time you tried to wiggle free to grab your phone and order food, he whined and tightened his hold.
“Five more minutes,” he’d murmur, echoing your earlier words with a mischievous grin. “Just five more minutes of this. Need you... Your skin. Your little sounds. Let me stay between your legs for a while, yeah?”
You melted under him, cheeks warm but still teased, “You need to eat actual food, baby.”
Seokjin gave you that devastating pout again.
“I’d rather eat you,” he whispered, nipping at your bottom lip. “I’m so fucking tired… but I still want to bury my tongue inside you until you’re shaking on my face. Then I’ll feed us. Deal?”
His fingers played with the waistband of your shorts, dipping lower teasingly, brushing over your panties as he waited for your answer.
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Pairing: Husband!Jin x Content_Creator!Reader
Genre & Warnings: Established relationship, Domestic Fluff, Jin pouting-sulking-whining for attention, fun and teasing, smut-ish touch, suggestive smut at the end
Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI
Word Count: ~1.4k
Inspiration: JK's last Live
A/n: The amount of things this man makes my single ass feel is the only proof I have left that I'm still attracted to men. 💀 lol. This little drabble was inspired by JK's last live, where he had me completely losing my mind, and my sanity off-course. Enjoy!
[MASTERLIST]
The ring light casted a gentle glow over your bedroom as you sat cross-legged on the bed, camera focused on your smiling face.
You were not live, just recording a storytime video for your channel.
“So a lot of you have been asking in the comments about the brand collab video I posted a few days ago,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “The one with the espresso coffee? Okay, so the behind-the-scenes was actually chaotic. First of all...”
You continued with the story for few minutes until the door creaked open.
You paused mid-sentence, heart doing that familiar little flip it always did when Seokjin came home.
He looked exhausted, hair slightly messy, black shirt rumpled, sleeves pushed up his forearms, but still unfairly handsome.
He kicked off his shoes without a word, crawled onto the bed, and flopped down beside you... head resting near your lap, one arm draped lazily across the pillow, chin propped up slightly as he stared up at you with those warm, tired eyes.
“Hi, baby,” you whispered, smiling down at him.
He didn’t answer right away. Just let out a long, dramatic sigh and nuzzled closer, his cheek brushing your thigh.
You tried to keep filming, but your focus was already wavering. “Jinnie, I’m almost done. Just five more minutes?”
He pouted.
Full, glossy lower lip pushed out, eyebrows drawn together in the world’s most devastating sulk. “Five minutes feels like five hours when I’ve been counting down to this exact moment since lunch.”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “You’re so dramatic.”
“And you’re so mean,” he whined softly, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. His fingers traced lazy circles on your knee.
“I came straight home. Skipped the team dinner. Ignored three calls from my manager. All because I wanted to bury my face in my wife’s neck and sleep for ten years.”
Your stomach fluttered.
You kept one hand on the camera, trying to salvage the storytime. “Just let me finish this story real quick—”
Seokjin shifted, rolling onto his side so his broad chest pressed against your leg. He looked up at you through his lashes, pouting harder. “You love your subscribers more than me. I see how it is.”
“Jin.”
“Come here, Baby.” His voice dropped into that low, teasing register that always melted you. “I’m dying here. Starving for cuddles. Look at me. I’m practically withering away.”
You snorted. “You’re literally the most beautiful man alive right now and you know it.”
He grinned for half a second before the pout returned, even stronger.
“Then why won’t you hold your beautiful husband? Hm?” His hand slid higher under the hem of your shirt, tracing slow circles just below your breast, thumb deliberately brushing the soft skin where your waist meets your ribs.
He was testing you, seeing how long you could keep talking while he was clearly trying to distract you. “I’ve been good. I deserve rewards.”
The suggestive little touch sent warmth rushing through you.
His thumb brushed slow, deliberate circles against your side, and you had to fight the urge to shiver. “Jin, I’m recording... I will have to retake if you keep going...”
“Record me complaining then,” he mumbled, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your thigh.
He pressed another slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, tongue flicking out just enough to make your breath hitch.
His lips moved higher, dangerously close to the hem of your shorts, hot breath fanning over your skin. “Tell them how cruel you are. ‘My husband came home tired and I made him wait.’ They’ll cancel you for me. I’ll be trending.”
You laughed despite yourself, the camera shaking in your grip. The footage was completely ruined now—your cheeks were flushed, your voice breathy, and Seokjin was making it worse by nuzzling closer, lips brushing higher.
“Ugh, fine. This is useless anyway.” You clicked the camera off, set it on the nightstand, and turned fully toward him. He immediately brightened, arms opening wide like a needy koala.
You slid down into his embrace.
His arms wrapped around you, but one hand immediately slid down to grip your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled you flush against him.
He let out the happiest little hum, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. “There she is. My wife. Finally.”
You could already feel him half-hard against your thigh.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he groaned, grinding slowly once against you.
“Rough day?” you asked softly, threading your fingers through his dark hair.
He nodded against your skin, lips brushing your pulse point. “The worst. Client meeting that was supposed to be thirty minutes turned into three hours. They kept circling back to the same pointless slides. I fake-smiled so much now my face hurts.”
He pressed a slow, wet kiss just below your ear, then another, sucking gently until you felt the faint bloom of a hickey. “And all I could think about was coming home to you.”
You melted, tilting your head to give him better access.
His hand roamed your back, slipping under your shirt again, palming your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers as he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck.
“Mhmmm... Jinnie…” you breathed, half-warning, half-plea.
“Mmm?” He nipped at your collarbone, soothing it immediately with his tongue. The touch was lazy and possessive, full of tired affection. “Missed you so much. Wanted this exact thing. You in my arms. Smelling like home.”
You cupped his face, pulling him back just enough to look at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lips slightly swollen from kissing you. “Did you eat anything?”
He shook his head, pouting again. “No time. Rushed straight here as soon as meeting ended like a lovesick fool.”
“I’ll cook something quick...”
“No.” His arms tightened around you instantly, pulling you flush against his chest. One leg hooked over yours, effectively trapping you in the coziest cage imaginable.
“I’m not that hungry. Not for food, anyway.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, then ruined it by yawning adorably.
You giggled, kissing the tip of his nose. “You need to eat, baby.”
“Later,” he murmured, voice turning husky as he rolled you both so you were half beneath him, his weight warm and comforting.
“I’ll order takeout in a few minutes. Thai? Pizza? Or that fried chicken you like? Whatever. But right now?” He dipped his head, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss that tasted like longing and exhaustion and love.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “Right now I just need you. Your cuddles. Your voice. Your hands in my hair. Let me stay like this until the food arrives. Please, my pretty wife?”
How could you possibly say no to that?
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so his head rested on your chest. “Okay. But only because you’re cute when you whine.”
“I’m always cute,” he mumbled happily, already sounding half-asleep.
His fingers slipped under your shirt again, tracing idle patterns on your lower back, roaming around waist, promising more once he wasn’t running on fumes. “Tell me about your day while I recharge on you. Did the storytime go well before I ruined it?”
“You ruined it in the best way,” you laughed softly, scratching his scalp the way he loved. “I was telling them about the espresso brand collab incident.”
He hummed, pressing another wet kiss to the swell of your breast over your shirt. “Tell me instead. I’m a better audience. I give kisses as reward.”
You spent the next ten minutes recounting your day while Seokjin alternated between sleepy cuddles and teasing little nips along your neck and jaw, occasinally along the swell of your breasts.
Every time you tried to wiggle free to grab your phone and order food, he whined and tightened his hold.
“Five more minutes,” he’d murmur, echoing your earlier words with a mischievous grin. “Just five more minutes of this. Need you... Your skin. Your little sounds. Let me stay between your legs for a while, yeah?”
You melted under him, cheeks warm but still teased, “You need to eat actual food, baby.”
Seokjin gave you that devastating pout again.
“I’d rather eat you,” he whispered, nipping at your bottom lip. “I’m so fucking tired… but I still want to bury my tongue inside you until you’re shaking on my face. Then I’ll feed us. Deal?”
His fingers played with the waistband of your shorts, dipping lower teasingly, brushing over your panties as he waited for your answer.
Pairing: Husband!Jin x Content_Creator!Reader
Genre & Warnings: Established relationship, Domestic Fluff, Jin pouting-sulking-whining for attention, fun and teasing, smut-ish touch, suggestive smut at the end
Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI
Word Count: ~1.4k
Inspiration: JK's last Live
A/n: The amount of things this man makes my single ass feel is the only proof I have left that I'm still attracted to men. 💀 lol. This little drabble was inspired by JK's last live, where he had me completely losing my mind, and my sanity off-course. Enjoy!
[MASTERLIST]
The ring light casted a gentle glow over your bedroom as you sat cross-legged on the bed, camera focused on your smiling face.
You were not live, just recording a storytime video for your channel.
“So a lot of you have been asking in the comments about the brand collab video I posted a few days ago,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “The one with the espresso coffee? Okay, so the behind-the-scenes was actually chaotic. First of all...”
You continued with the story for few minutes until the door creaked open.
You paused mid-sentence, heart doing that familiar little flip it always did when Seokjin came home.
He looked exhausted, hair slightly messy, black shirt rumpled, sleeves pushed up his forearms, but still unfairly handsome.
He kicked off his shoes without a word, crawled onto the bed, and flopped down beside you... head resting near your lap, one arm draped lazily across the pillow, chin propped up slightly as he stared up at you with those warm, tired eyes.
“Hi, baby,” you whispered, smiling down at him.
He didn’t answer right away. Just let out a long, dramatic sigh and nuzzled closer, his cheek brushing your thigh.
You tried to keep filming, but your focus was already wavering. “Jinnie, I’m almost done. Just five more minutes?”
He pouted.
Full, glossy lower lip pushed out, eyebrows drawn together in the world’s most devastating sulk. “Five minutes feels like five hours when I’ve been counting down to this exact moment since lunch.”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “You’re so dramatic.”
“And you’re so mean,” he whined softly, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. His fingers traced lazy circles on your knee.
“I came straight home. Skipped the team dinner. Ignored three calls from my manager. All because I wanted to bury my face in my wife’s neck and sleep for ten years.”
Your stomach fluttered.
You kept one hand on the camera, trying to salvage the storytime. “Just let me finish this story real quick—”
Seokjin shifted, rolling onto his side so his broad chest pressed against your leg. He looked up at you through his lashes, pouting harder. “You love your subscribers more than me. I see how it is.”
“Jin.”
“Come here, Baby.” His voice dropped into that low, teasing register that always melted you. “I’m dying here. Starving for cuddles. Look at me. I’m practically withering away.”
You snorted. “You’re literally the most beautiful man alive right now and you know it.”
He grinned for half a second before the pout returned, even stronger.
“Then why won’t you hold your beautiful husband? Hm?” His hand slid higher under the hem of your shirt, tracing slow circles just below your breast, thumb deliberately brushing the soft skin where your waist meets your ribs.
He was testing you, seeing how long you could keep talking while he was clearly trying to distract you. “I’ve been good. I deserve rewards.”
The suggestive little touch sent warmth rushing through you.
His thumb brushed slow, deliberate circles against your side, and you had to fight the urge to shiver. “Jin, I’m recording... I will have to retake if you keep going...”
“Record me complaining then,” he mumbled, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your thigh.
He pressed another slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, tongue flicking out just enough to make your breath hitch.
His lips moved higher, dangerously close to the hem of your shorts, hot breath fanning over your skin. “Tell them how cruel you are. ‘My husband came home tired and I made him wait.’ They’ll cancel you for me. I’ll be trending.”
You laughed despite yourself, the camera shaking in your grip. The footage was completely ruined now—your cheeks were flushed, your voice breathy, and Seokjin was making it worse by nuzzling closer, lips brushing higher.
“Ugh, fine. This is useless anyway.” You clicked the camera off, set it on the nightstand, and turned fully toward him. He immediately brightened, arms opening wide like a needy koala.
You slid down into his embrace.
His arms wrapped around you, but one hand immediately slid down to grip your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled you flush against him.
He let out the happiest little hum, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. “There she is. My wife. Finally.”
You could already feel him half-hard against your thigh.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he groaned, grinding slowly once against you.
“Rough day?” you asked softly, threading your fingers through his dark hair.
He nodded against your skin, lips brushing your pulse point. “The worst. Client meeting that was supposed to be thirty minutes turned into three hours. They kept circling back to the same pointless slides. I fake-smiled so much now my face hurts.”
He pressed a slow, wet kiss just below your ear, then another, sucking gently until you felt the faint bloom of a hickey. “And all I could think about was coming home to you.”
You melted, tilting your head to give him better access.
His hand roamed your back, slipping under your shirt again, palming your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers as he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck.
“Mhmmm... Jinnie…” you breathed, half-warning, half-plea.
“Mmm?” He nipped at your collarbone, soothing it immediately with his tongue. The touch was lazy and possessive, full of tired affection. “Missed you so much. Wanted this exact thing. You in my arms. Smelling like home.”
You cupped his face, pulling him back just enough to look at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lips slightly swollen from kissing you. “Did you eat anything?”
He shook his head, pouting again. “No time. Rushed straight here as soon as meeting ended like a lovesick fool.”
“I’ll cook something quick...”
“No.” His arms tightened around you instantly, pulling you flush against his chest. One leg hooked over yours, effectively trapping you in the coziest cage imaginable.
“I’m not that hungry. Not for food, anyway.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, then ruined it by yawning adorably.
You giggled, kissing the tip of his nose. “You need to eat, baby.”
“Later,” he murmured, voice turning husky as he rolled you both so you were half beneath him, his weight warm and comforting.
“I’ll order takeout in a few minutes. Thai? Pizza? Or that fried chicken you like? Whatever. But right now?” He dipped his head, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss that tasted like longing and exhaustion and love.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “Right now I just need you. Your cuddles. Your voice. Your hands in my hair. Let me stay like this until the food arrives. Please, my pretty wife?”
How could you possibly say no to that?
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so his head rested on your chest. “Okay. But only because you’re cute when you whine.”
“I’m always cute,” he mumbled happily, already sounding half-asleep.
His fingers slipped under your shirt again, tracing idle patterns on your lower back, roaming around waist, promising more once he wasn’t running on fumes. “Tell me about your day while I recharge on you. Did the storytime go well before I ruined it?”
“You ruined it in the best way,” you laughed softly, scratching his scalp the way he loved. “I was telling them about the espresso brand collab incident.”
He hummed, pressing another wet kiss to the swell of your breast over your shirt. “Tell me instead. I’m a better audience. I give kisses as reward.”
You spent the next ten minutes recounting your day while Seokjin alternated between sleepy cuddles and teasing little nips along your neck and jaw, occasinally along the swell of your breasts.
Every time you tried to wiggle free to grab your phone and order food, he whined and tightened his hold.
“Five more minutes,” he’d murmur, echoing your earlier words with a mischievous grin. “Just five more minutes of this. Need you... Your skin. Your little sounds. Let me stay between your legs for a while, yeah?”
You melted under him, cheeks warm but still teased, “You need to eat actual food, baby.”
Seokjin gave you that devastating pout again.
“I’d rather eat you,” he whispered, nipping at your bottom lip. “I’m so fucking tired… but I still want to bury my tongue inside you until you’re shaking on my face. Then I’ll feed us. Deal?”
His fingers played with the waistband of your shorts, dipping lower teasingly, brushing over your panties as he waited for your answer.
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It's essential that everyone knows that this community depends on you to stay alive. You, the silent reader, and you, the author who ignores that passionate reader eager to exchange ideas (personal experience), and even for me, a curator of readings. It's our responsibility to keep this community alive and maintain this archive.
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that’s all!!!! let’s make friends and enjoy stories!
@rpwprpwprpwprw Thank you for putting this. Completely agree with this... TBH.
And it’s not just about fanfictions either. It’s about every kind of fandom content people make and share because they love something... be it stories, drabbles, headcanons or be it edits, banners, artworks, povs, theories, all of it.
The word “fandom” itself symbolizes a group of people coming together because of shared love and interests. But if the interaction disappears, then what’s even the point of being part of a fandom?
Pairing: Idol!Jin x Married!Reader
Genre: Dark Romance, Forbidden Love, Angst, Smut, Drama, Fluff, Melodrama, Idol-Fan AU
Warnings: Domestic abuse (physical/emotional), forbidden romance, slight infidelity themes, OC stuck in unhealthy transactioal marriage, injury descriptions, emotional trauma, explicit language, mentions of gambling and illegal activities, mentions of sickness and death (not the major character), eventual divorce, explicit sexual content [lots of kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, riding, gentle unprotected sex (refrain IRL), aftercare, emotional intimacy after years of separation].
Rating: 18+ | Minors DNI
Word Count: ~14k
Disclaimer: The story is purely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. They do not reflect the real personalities, actions, or relationships of the individuals mentioned.
A/n: I revisited and polished this draft with a lot of care, keeping all of your thoughts and concerns regarding the infidelity theme in mind. I genuinely tried my best to handle it thoughtfully, and I truly hope it doesn’t disappoint you. The reader is in an extremely abusive marriage and relationship with Jin begins before the divorce is finalized. If infidelity is a hard no for you regardless of context, I completely understand, and this story may not be for you. And if you do choose to stay and read it, but still end up disliking certain aspects, I’m always open to respectful and constructive criticism.
[MASTERLIST]
The fan sign event was loud and crazy.
Cameras flashed everywhere, and fans screamed with excitement. The members sat at a long table, smiling and waving. Your heart beat so fast as you waited in line.
You wore a big hoodie to cover yourself and a mask that covered your face. In your hands, you held your old diary filled with songs, sad stories, and secret dreams.
The line moved slowly.
Finally, you stood in front of RM.
You gave him your diary with shaky hands. RM smiled kindly, showing his dimples. “Hi! Thank you so much for coming today. What’s your name?”
You whispered, “I’m Y/N… Your music helps me every day. It really means everything to me.”
RM nodded gently. “That makes me so happy to hear. Please take care of yourself, okay? We’ll keep making good music for you.” He signed your diary and gave it back with a warm smile.
Next was Jungkook.
He looked at your big hoodie and laughed softly. “Wow, aren’t you hot in that big hoodie? It’s warm here!” he teased, eyes playful.
You pulled your sleeves down quickly and laughed a little. “Haha, yeah… I feel cold sometimes. Your dancing is really cool, Jungkook.”
He grinned wide. “Thank you! Stay cool and have fun today, okay?” He signed quickly and waved as you moved on. You met each member one by one and thanked them for their music.
Finally, you reached Jin. He looked even more handsome up close. His eyes were soft and kind. You pushed your diary toward him with trembling fingers.
“I really love your voice. Here… Please sign this for me,” you said quietly behind your mask.
Jin took the diary gently. His fingers touched yours for a second.
You pulled your hand back fast.
Jin started signing but then stopped. He looked at your wrist. For a moment, he saw the red marks before you quickly covered them with your sleeve. His smile became smaller.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, only for you to hear. “Really? You can tell me.”
You nodded too fast. “I-I’m fine. Thank you, Jin.”
He leaned forward a little. His eyes were full of worry.
Your heart raced. “It’s nothing. Don't worry. Your songs help me feel less alone.”
Jin looked straight into your eyes. “Listen to me. I’m really glad our music helps you. But you are important too. Please don’t hurt yourself, okay? Talk to someone. Eat well, sleep well, and be kind to yourself.”
He finished signing the diary and slowly pushed it back to you. “Can you promise me you’ll try? For me? For us?”
You held the diary tightly. Tears stung your eyes under the mask. “I… I’ll try. Thank you, Jin. Really. You don’t know how much this means.”
Jin gave you a big, warm smile, but his eyes still looked worried.
You nodded, feeling your face get hot.
“Take care,” he said, watching you walk away. His eyes stayed on you for a long time, full of gentle concern, even as the next fan came forward.
You walked into the crowd, holding the signed diary close to your chest. Your heart felt a little lighter.
The city sparkled far below like cold, mocking stars.
You stood on the quiet rooftop of the building where the fan sign had been held an hour ago. The night wind blew sharply against your face, making your oversized hoodie flap around you.
You weren’t here to jump. You just wanted to breathe.
To feel something other than the heavy darkness that followed you everywhere.
Your husband’s cruel words kept echoing in your head: “You’re useless.” “Pathetic.” “You’ll never escape me.”
Your fingers gripped the cold concrete ledge tightly. Tears stung your eyes. Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you... fast and loud on the gravel.
You spun around, heart jumping into your throat.
Jin stood there, tie loose around his neck, top buttons of his shirt open, and a beer can in his hand. His eyes widened in shock when he saw you so close to the edge.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Jin shouted, voice full of panic. The beer can slipped from his fingers and crashed on the ground. “Hey! Stop! Step back...”
In three big steps, he reached you.
His strong hands grabbed your arms and pulled you back firmly from the ledge.
You stumbled into his chest. Your cheek pressed against his warm shirt. You could hear his heart beating wildly, so alive compared to how empty you felt.
“I wasn’t going to jump…” you whispered, voice shaking. “I swear I wasn’t…”
Jin didn’t let go.
His arms stayed wrapped around you tightly but gently.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, breathing hard. His voice was low and rough. “I saw you. You were standing right there. Look at me.”
He gently lifted your chin with his fingers so you had to look into his eyes. They were full of worry and something deeper... pain.
Your mask had fallen off earlier. Your face was bare, tears running down your cheeks. Jin stared at you for a second, then his eyes softened in recognition.
“Y-You’re the girl from the fan sign today,” he said quietly. “The one with the diary… right?”
You tried to pull away, but he held you carefully.
“I don’t know you,” you lied, voice breaking. “Please… just let me go.”
Jin shook his head. “No. I’m not leaving you here like this.”
His eyes moved down.
Slowly and carefully, he rolled up the sleeve of your hoodie. When he saw the bruises — purple, red marks covering your skin... his breath caught sharply.
“Oh my god…” he whispered.
His thumb brushed very lightly over one of the darker bruises. You flinched, not because it hurt, but because no one had ever touched you with such care before.
“Who did this to you?” Jin asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but you could hear the anger and sadness in it. “Tell me. Please.”
You stayed silent, eyes dropping to the wedding ring on your finger.
Jin’s voice became even softer. “Is it… y-your h-husband?”
A sob escaped your throat. You pressed a hand over your mouth, trying to stop it, but more tears fell.
“Yes…” you finally choked out. “I-I just… I can’t do this anymore.”
Jin pulled you closer, wrapping both arms around you. He rested his chin gently on top of your head. You trembled against him as he held you.
“Shh… it’s okay. You’re not alone right now,” he murmured. “You don’t have to go back to him. Not ever if you don’t want to.”
But he felt helpless when you shook your head.
Jin pulled back just enough to look at your face. He wiped your tears away with his thumb, his touch incredibly gentle.
He reached into his pocket and took out a small card. He quickly wrote a phone number on it with a pen and pressed it into your hand.
“This is my personal number,” he said seriously. “Not the company one. Call me anytime — day or night. If he hurts you again, if you feel scared, or even if you just need to talk… call me. I will pick up. I promise.”
You stared at the card, tears falling onto his fingers.
“Why are you doing this?” you whispered. “You don’t even know me…”
“Because...” Jin replied, voice thick with emotion. “...I can’t just walk away knowing you’re hurting this much. No one deserves this.”
He held your hand for a moment longer, warm and steady.
“Promise me you’ll call if it gets bad,” he said. “Promise me you won’t think of hurting yourself.”
You nodded slowly, clutching the card tightly. “I… I promise. Thank you, Jin.”
He gave you a small, sad smile and pulled you into another gentle hug. “Stay safe for me, okay? And for yourself. You matter. A lot.”
The wind blew around you both, but for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel completely cold inside.
The small apartment was quiet until it wasn’t.
You had just come back from the kitchen when you heard your husband’s angry shout from the bedroom.
“What the hell is this?!”
Your heart dropped.
He stood beside the bed, your precious diary in his hands. Few pages were already torn out and scattered on the floor like broken wings. His face was red with fury as he flipped through the rest of it.
“You’ve been writing about them again?!” he roared, voice echoing through the thin walls. “You stupid, obsessed little bitch! Look at this shit... their signatures! You went to some shitty event behind my back?”
“Please… give it back,” you begged, voice shaking as you reached for it. “It’s just my diary. It doesn’t mean anything—”
He threw the diary hard at your chest. It hit you with a thud, knocking the breath out of you. Before you could recover, his hand flew across your face with a loud smack. The sting exploded across your cheek.
“Doesn’t mean anything?!” he screamed. “You think I’m blind? I married you to punish your useless father, not so you could daydream about other men!”
Tears filled your eyes. “Why did you even marry me then? You never loved me!”
He laughed bitterly, stepping closer.
“Love? Don’t make me laugh. Your father owed me millions because of his gambling and those shady deals he kept dragging me into. He’s never home because he’s always running from people he screwed over. Then your mother got cancer... Expensive treatments. Your pathetic part-time job couldn’t even pay for one month of medicine.”
You stumbled back, holding your burning cheek. “Then why don’t you just divorce me? Let me go…”
He laughed darkly. “Because this is more fun. And because as long as I pay those hospital bills, you’ll stay like a good little wife, won’t you?”
He grabbed your arm tightly, fingers digging into old bruises.
“Your father came to me crying, ‘Please help my wife.’ And I said fine — but only if you marry me. He sold you to me without hesitation. And you agreed, didn’t you? Because poor little you wanted to save your dying mother.”
You tried to pull your arm away, sobbing. “I had no choice… Mom was dying. I stayed all these years because you’re still paying her hospital bills. I’m doing this for her!”
“No choice?” he shouted. “You’re mine now! My punching bag. I married you to make your father suffer every single day. Every time I hit you, I’m really hitting him. Every time you cry, I enjoy it because he’s helpless.”
“Please stop,” you cried. “Ahh! Stop! It hurts! Please—!”
But he was already too angry. He twisted your arm hard behind your back until you screamed in pain.
“No! Let go! It hurts! Please, I’m sorry!”
“You’ll never escape me,” he snarled, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re nothing without me. Useless. Pathetic. Just like your father.”
In one vicious move, he hooked his foot behind your legs and shoved you backward toward the stairs.
You lost your balance. “No—!”
You tumbled down the stairs, screaming with every brutal hit. Your shoulder slammed against the steps, your ribs cracked against the edge, and your head banged against the railing.
You landed in a broken heap at the bottom, blood filling your mouth, sharp pain shooting through your body. For a moment, everything spun.
You coughed, spitting blood.
From the top of the stairs, he looked down at you like you were trash.
He grabbed his coat and briefcase.
“I’m leaving for a two week-long business trip. Clean up this mess before I come back. And if you even think about running… remember your mother’s hospital payments stop the second you do.”
The front door slammed shut behind him. The silence that followed was heavier than his shouting.
You lay on the cold floor, every breath hurting. Blood trickled from your split lip and from a cut on your forehead. Your body felt like it was on fire.
With shaking, bloody fingers, you pulled out your phone. It almost slipped from your hand twice. You took out the crumpled card Jin had given you on the rooftop.
The number was smudged but still readable.
You dialed it slowly, each ring feeling like forever.
“Hello?” Jin’s warm, familiar voice answered.
A sob broke out of you immediately. “J-Jin…?” your voice was tiny, broken, and wet with tears and blood.
There was a second of silence, then his tone changed completely... sharp with worry. “Y/N? Is that you? What happened? Are you okay?”
You cried harder, clutching the phone. “Please… help me. He beat me again. I fell down the stairs… it hurts so much. I can’t…”
Jin’s voice became urgent and gentle at the same time. “Where are you right now? Are you safe? Is he still there?”
“He left… for a business trip,” you whispered, sobbing. “But my ribs hurt... I can't even move. I’m bleeding…”
“Listen to me, Y/N. Stay on the phone with me, okay? Don’t hang up. I’m going to help you. Tell me your address. I’m coming right now. You’re not alone anymore. I promise.”
You cried softly, holding onto his voice like a lifeline in the darkness. “I’m scared, Jin…”
“Just hold on. I’m coming to get you out of there. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.”
Jin’s sleek black car screeched to a halt right outside your apartment building, the tires crying against the quiet street. The engine barely stopped before the door flew open and he ran out, his hair messy from worry.
He didn’t knock. He didn’t even hesitate.
He pushed the front door open... it wasn’t locked and stepped inside.
The moment he saw you, the color drained from his face.
You were still lying in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs exactly where you had fallen. Blood stained your lips and chin. Your body was curled tightly into itself, one arm wrapped protectively around your bruised ribs. Every shallow breath hurt.
“Oh God…” Jin breathed, his voice cracking. He rushed forward and dropped to his knees beside you, the sound of his knees hitting the floor loud in the silent apartment. “Y/N… Oh my god, look at you…”
His hands hovered over your body, trembling, terrified of touching you and making the pain worse. His eyes scanned every visible bruise, the blood, the way you were shaking.
“Y/N, can you hear me?” he asked urgently, voice soft but full of panic. “It’s Jin. I’m here. I came as fast as I could. I’m right here with you now.”
You slowly opened your eyes, vision blurry from tears and pain. A weak whimper escaped your lips.
“Jin…?” Your voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and broken. “You… you really came…”
“Of course I came,” he said quickly, leaning closer. “I told you I would. I’m so sorry it took me this long. Just stay with me, okay? Don’t close your eyes. Talk to me.”
He gently brushed a few strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead, his touch feather-light. “Where does it hurt the most? Your ribs? Your head? Can you tell me?”
“Everywhere…” you whimpered. “My ribs… it hurts to breathe. My head is spinning. He pushed me… I fell down all the stairs.”
Jin’s jaw clenched tightly, anger flashing in his eyes for a brief second before worry took over again.
“That bastard,” he muttered under his breath, then focused back on you. “I’m going to get you out of here. You’re not staying in this place another minute. Okay?”
You nodded weakly, tears slipping down your cheeks.
Jin took off his long coat and carefully wrapped it around your shivering body. The warm fabric carried his comforting scent. It felt like safety.
“Is this okay? Not too tight?” he asked gently, adjusting the coat around your shoulders and back. “Tell me if it hurts.”
“It’s warm…” you whispered. “Thank you…”
He slipped one arm under your knees and the other carefully behind your back. “This might hurt a little. I’m sorry. I’ll be as gentle as I can. Ready?”
You bit your lip and nodded.
Jin lifted you slowly into his arms with surprising strength, but his movements were incredibly careful. Still, a sharp cry escaped your throat as pain shot through your ribs.
“Ahh—!”
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” Jin kept repeating, his face twisted with guilt. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now. Just hold onto me.”
You clung weakly to his shirt, burying your face into his warm chest. His heartbeat was fast but steady under your ear, strong and alive. It grounded you.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured again and again as he carried you toward the door. “You’re not alone anymore. I promise. We’re going to the hospital right now. They’ll take care of you.”
Outside, the cool night air hit your face. Jin walked quickly but smoothly, trying not to jostle you.
He carefully lowered you into the passenger seat of his car, reclining it a little so you could breathe easier. He buckled the seatbelt very gently around you, then crouched beside the open door for a moment.
“Does this position hurt less?” he asked, studying your face. “If it’s too much, tell me. I can adjust it.”
“It’s… better,” you breathed, still clutching his coat around you. “Jin… why are you helping me like this? You don’t even know me…”
He looked straight into your eyes, his gaze soft but determined.
“Because I saw you that day,” he said quietly. “At the fan sign, and then on the rooftop. I saw how much pain you were carrying. I couldn’t just forget about you. No one deserves to live like this.”
He reached out and gently wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “You’re going to be okay. I’m going to make sure of it. For now, just focus on breathing slowly. In and out. I’ll drive carefully.”
Jin closed the door softly, then got into the driver’s seat. Before starting the car, he glanced at you again.
“Still with me?” he asked softly.
You nodded, eyes heavy.
“I’m here…” you whispered.
“Good,” he said, starting the engine.
In the car, Jin kept glancing at you with deep worry while driving carefully.
“We’re going to the hospital right now,” he said firmly. “They’ll do X-rays for your ribs and check for any internal injuries.”
You shook your head quickly, wincing at the movement.
“No… please, no hospital,” you whispered, voice weak but desperate. “It’s too risky. What if someone recognizes you? You’re Jin… pictures would be everywhere in minutes. And if someone recognizes me… my husband has connections. He’ll find out. He’ll come back early. Please, Jin. I can’t risk it.”
Jin’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.
He stayed silent for a few seconds, clearly struggling.
“But you’re badly hurt,” he said, voice tight with frustration and concern. “Your ribs… you could have something broken. You’re bleeding.”
“I know,” you whimpered, clutching his coat tighter around you. “But please… not the hospital. Not tonight.”
Jin exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.
“Damn it…” He thought for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. Fine. No hospital. But I’m not leaving you like this. I’m taking you to my apartment. It’s private and safe. I’ll call my friend — she’s a doctor. I trust her completely. She’ll come quietly and check on you.”
You nodded weakly, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Thank you…”
“Don’t thank me,” he said softly. “Just stay awake a little longer.”
Twenty minutes later, Jin’s car entered the underground parking of a luxurious apartment building. He parked, then carefully lifted you out again, carrying you in his arms toward the private elevator.
Once inside his spacious, warmly lit apartment, he walked straight to the large living room couch and gently laid you down.
“Easy… easy,” he murmured as you gasped in pain. “There we go. Just lie back. I’m going to make you more comfortable.”
He quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it under your head, then another under your knees to ease the pressure on your ribs. After that, he disappeared for a minute and returned with a thick blanket, a first aid kit, a bowl of warm water, and clean cloths.
He knelt beside the couch, rolling up his sleeves.
“I called the doctor on the way,” he said while gently wiping the dried blood from your chin and lip with a damp cloth. “Her name is Dr. Min-ah. She’s on her way. She should be here in about 30 minutes.”
His touch was incredibly tender. Every movement was slow and careful, as if you were made of glass.
“This might sting a little,” he warned softly as he dabbed antiseptic on the cut above your eyebrow. “I’m sorry…”
You hissed sharply, jerking back a little.
“Ah—!”
Jin immediately pulled his hand away, his own face twisting as if he felt the pain too.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” he kept repeating, voice full of guilt. “Just a little more. I need to clean it properly.”
You breathed through the sting, fresh tears rolling down your temples.
“Why are you doing all this?” you whispered, voice cracking. “You could get in so much trouble… if anyone finds out you brought me here…”
Jin paused, his eyes meeting yours. They were dark with a mix of controlled anger and something much softer.
“Because no one else is,” he answered quietly but firmly. “Because I saw what that monster did to you. Because you called me asking for help, and I’m not the kind of person who can ignore that.”
He continued cleaning your wounds, then moved to the bruises on your arms and wrist. His fingers trembled slightly as he wrapped a bandage around your wrist.
“Does this hurt?” he asked gently, checking the tightness. “Tell me if it’s too tight.”
“It’s okay…” you murmured. “It feels better than before.”
Jin sat back on his heels for a moment, looking at the damage across your body. His jaw clenched.
“I should’ve taken you away that night on the rooftop,” he said, voice thick with regret. “The moment I saw those bruises… I knew. I should’ve done more.”
“You did enough by giving me your number,” you whispered. “Most people would’ve ignored it.”
“I’m not most people,” he replied, gently brushing hair away from your face. “And you’re not nothing. You’re not useless. Don’t ever believe what he told you.”
You looked up at him, eyes watery. “Jin… what if my husband finds out? What if he—”
“Hey,” he interrupted softly, taking your hand carefully. “He’s not going to find you here. This place is secure. No one knows you’re with me. For now, just focus on getting better. Dr. Min-ah will be here soon. She’ll give you proper medicine and check your ribs.”
He squeezed your hand lightly. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? I can get you water or something light to eat before she arrives.”
You shook your head. “Just… stay here. Don’t leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Jin promised, sitting properly on the floor beside the couch so his face was level with yours. “I’ll stay right here until the doctor comes. You can close your eyes if you want. I’ll watch over you.”
His voice dropped to a gentle whisper. “You’re safe now, Y/N. I’ve got you.”
The first night at Jin’s apartment passed in a blur of pain and exhaustion. True to his word, Dr. Min-ah arrived within thirty minutes. She was a calm, professional woman in her mid-thirties with a kind but serious face.
Jin had helped you sit up slightly on the couch when she entered. After introducing herself gently, she began her examination, checking your ribs, head, bruises, and cuts with careful hands.
“You’re very lucky,” Dr. Min-ah said after a long silence, wrapping a fresh bandage around your wrist. “No broken ribs, just badly bruised. The pain is intense now, but it should improve in a week or two if you rest properly.”
You let out a shaky breath of relief. “Thank you, doctor…”
She gave you a soft smile. “You’re safe here for now. Take the painkillers I’ve given you and rest as much as possible.” She turned to Jin. “Can I speak with you for a moment? Privately?”
Jin nodded and led her to the kitchen area, just far enough that you couldn’t hear everything.
Dr. Min-ah spoke in a low, concerned voice. “Jin, are you sure about this? Keeping her here… it’s risky for you too. And if her husband finds out—”
“I know,” Jin replied quietly but firmly. “I’ll be careful.”
Dr. Min-ah sighed. “Physically, she’ll recover. But mentally… this woman has been through severe, long-term abuse. She will need proper counseling just as much as she needs pain medicine. Trauma like this doesn’t disappear on its own. She may feel guilty, scared, even ashamed to face you. Be patient with her.”
She pulled a small white card from her bag and handed it to him.
“This is Lee Soo-yeon, one of the best counselors I know. She specializes in domestic abuse survivors. Take Y/N to see her when she feels ready. Don’t push her, but gently encourage it.”
Jin took the card and stared at it for a moment. “Thank you, Min-ah. Really. For coming so late and for everything.”
“Just be careful,” she warned softly. “And take care of yourself too. You can’t help her if you burn out.”
After the doctor left, the days began to blur together.
You stayed hidden in Jin’s quiet apartment, sleeping in his guest room, wearing his oversized soft shirts that carried his warm sandalwood scent.
He was always respectful, giving you space, never entering the room without knocking, cooking simple meals for you, and helping you with medicine.
But the air between you grew heavier with every passing day.
Every time his fingers brushed yours while handing you tea, every lingering glance, every soft “How are you feeling today?” made your heart race.
One night, sleep refused to come.
The pain in your ribs had dulled to a constant ache, but your mind was loud, filled with guilt, fear, and a deeper, forbidden feelings. You got up slowly from the couch and walked toward the kitchen, drawn by the soft light.
Jin stood there, shirtless, wearing only grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His broad shoulders and smooth, toned back glowed under the warm kitchen lights as he poured himself a glass of water.
He turned when he sensed you and froze.
His eyes slowly traveled down your body — you were wearing one of his big white shirts that reached mid-thigh. His gaze darkened.
“Can’t sleep?” His voice was low and slightly rough.
You shook your head, stepping closer until only a few inches separated you.
“I keep thinking about everything,” you whispered. “About him… about what I’m doing here… about you.”
Jin set the glass down. His hands hovered for a second before gently resting on your waist, testing, hesitant.
“We shouldn’t be...” you breathed, even as you leaned in closer, feeling the heat radiating from his bare chest.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice husky and strained. His thumbs slipped under the hem of the shirt, brushing the bare skin of your hips. “Tell me right now and I will.”
You didn’t say stop.
Instead, you rose on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his.
The kiss started tentative, nervous, then quickly turned desperate. Jin groaned deeply, pulling you flush against him. One hand tangled in your hair, the other pressed firmly against your lower back as he kissed you like he had been starving for you.
His tongue slid against yours, deep and consuming.
You moaned softly into his mouth, your fingers threading through his soft hair. He lifted you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, stepping between your legs, never breaking the kiss.
His lips moved down to your neck, kissing and gently sucking on the skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone, voice thick with emotion. “So damn beautiful…”
His hands roamed under the shirt, tracing your spine, pulling you even closer until you could feel how hard he was against you through his sweatpants. You arched into him, craving more.
But when he shifted you slightly, a sharp pain shot through your bruised ribs.
You winced and gasped.
Jin froze instantly. He pulled back, eyes wide with panic and guilt.
“Did I hurt you? Shit... I’m sorry.” He stepped back immediately, breathing hard, hands clenched tightly at his sides as if forcing himself not to touch you.
“I’m okay,” you whispered, even though your ribs throbbed.
Jin shook his head, running a hand through his hair.
“No. We shouldn’t do this. Not yet.” His voice was rough, breaking slightly. “I won’t touch you like that until your wounds are fully healed… and until you’re truly ready. I don’t want to be another person who hurts you.”
He stepped forward again, but only to press a soft, tender kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered there for a long moment.
“I want you,” he admitted quietly, voice full of restraint. “God, I want you so much. But not like this. Not when you’re still healing. Not when you’re still scared.”
You looked down, cheeks burning with a mix of desire and shame.
Jin gently lifted your chin so you would meet his eyes.
“When the time comes,” he said softly, “it will be because you want it completely. Not because you’re grateful or lonely or trying to forget him. Understand?”
You nodded, tears stinging your eyes.
He helped you down from the counter carefully and wrapped you in his arms, holding you against his bare chest.
“Go back to sleep,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.”
The day you decided to return to your apartment, Jin wouldn’t let you leave without a fight.
“You can’t be serious,” Jin said, voice tight with frustration as he stood between you and the door. “You’re still healing. Your ribs are barely better. Why are you going back to that hell?”
You kept your eyes lowered, fingers clutching the small bag. “I have my reasons, Jin.”
“What reasons?” he pressed, stepping closer. His voice softened with worry. “Tell me. Please. Y/N, I can help you. I have money. I can—”
“No.” You cut him off sharply, shaking your head. “I don’t want your money. I don’t want anyone else solving my problems for me.”
Jin ran a hand through his hair, clearly upset. “Then what? You’re just going to keep letting him hurt you? I don’t understand!”
You stayed quiet for a long moment, biting your lip. You knew if you told him the full truth about your mother’s medical expenses and your father’s debt, he would insist on paying everything.
You couldn’t let him carry that burden.
“I have my reasons,” you repeated softly. “Please don’t ask me again.”
Jin’s shoulders dropped. He looked at you with pained eyes. “Fine. I won’t force you. But promise me something.”
You finally looked up at him.
“When things get better… when you’re ready… you’ll leave him. Soon. You won’t stay trapped there forever.”
You nodded slowly, voice barely above a whisper. “I promise. I’ll leave him soon. I just need a little more time.”
Jin pulled you into a tight hug, pressing his lips to the top of your head.
“I hate this,” he murmured against your hair. “I hate letting you walk back into that place.”
When you returned to your apartment, your husband barely noticed.
He was sitting on the couch, laptop open, speaking loudly on a phone call about some “shipment” and “new contacts.” He glanced at you for only a second, eyes flicking over the fading bruises on your face and arms.
“You went to see your mother again?” he asked casually, not even waiting for a proper answer before returning to his call.
“Yes,” you replied quietly.
He didn’t question anything further. His shady business... whatever illegal dealings he was involved in... kept him busy and distracted. He was home less and less, often disappearing for days on “business trips.”
You played the role of the quiet wife whenever he was around, cooking when needed and staying out of his way. The apartment still felt like a prison, but now you had a secret escape... Jin.
Your secret meetings with Jin became more frequent whenever your husband was away.
Another night, well past midnight, you slipped into Jin’s apartment using the passcode he had given you.
The moment the door closed behind you, Jin was there. He pulled you into his arms without a word at first, holding you tightly against his chest.
“I hate that you go back to him every time,” he murmured, voice low and pained.
His hands slid, gently tracing the faded scars and bruises he had memorized. “Every single time you leave from here, I feel like I’m losing you.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.
“I’m here now,” you whispered. “That’s what matters, right?”
Jin pulled back slightly to look at your face. His eyes were dark with emotion... a mix of love, frustration, and longing.
“It’s not enough. I want you safe. I want you here, with me. Not playing pretend in that house with him.” His thumb gently brushed your bottom lip. “Does he suspect anything?”
You shook your head. “No. He barely looks at me these days. He’s too busy with his… whatever he’s doing.”
Jin exhaled sharply, forehead resting against yours. “I hate this so much. I hate that he still has any claim on you. That ring on your finger… it kills me every time I see it.”
You reached up and cupped his face with both hands.
“Then make me forget,” you whispered desperately.
Jin’s eyes searched yours for a moment. Then he leaned in and kissed you.
The kiss was slow at first, deep and full of aching emotion. His lips moved against yours with passion and restraint, pouring all his frustration and care into every touch.
He tilted your head gently, deepening the kiss as his tongue brushed against yours, drawing a soft moan from your throat.
His hands roamed your back under your sweater, warm and possessive but never going too far. He kissed you like he was trying to erase every bad memory, every bruise, every painful word your husband had ever given you.
When you both pulled apart for air, Jin rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.
“I would give anything to keep you here,” he said, voice rough. “To wake up next to you every morning. To know you’re safe.”
You kissed him again, softer this time, trying to pour your own feelings into it.
“I know,” you whispered against his lips. “I want that too. I just… I need more time. Please understand.”
Jin nodded, even though it clearly hurt him. He kissed your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth.
“I’ll wait,” he said quietly. “As long as it takes. But please… don’t make me wait forever. I don’t know how much longer I can stand it.”
He pulled you into another long, deep kiss, holding you close in the quiet warmth of his apartment. For those stolen moments, the rest of the world, your husband, the danger, the guilt... disappeared.
You had visited your mother two days ago, and the doctor’s words still echoed in your head like a death sentence.
“I’m sorry,” the doctor had said gently. “It’s stage four now. The treatment kept her stable for years, but it’s not working anymore. She doesn’t have much time left. Maybe a few weeks… at most two or three months.”
That same evening, you discovered your husband had stopped paying the hospital bills a week ago. The illusion that you were staying for your mother’s sake had finally shattered.
You made up your mind. When he returns, you are asking for divorce.
But your husband returned earlier than expected.
That night, the apartment door slammed open. You were in the living room when he stormed in, eyes blazing with pure rage.
He held up his phone, a grainy photo glowing on the screen... you and Jin leaving the counselor’s building, because you started taking therapy few weeks ago.
“You thought I wouldn’t find out?!” he shouted, voice dripping with venom. “Sneaking around with that fucking idol like a cheap whore?”
Your heart dropped. Your hands started shaking.
“It’s not what you think...” you stammered, backing away slowly.
“Not what I think?” He let out a cruel, unhinged laugh. “I have a photo of you holding hands with Kim Seokjin! You really thought you could play me for a fool?”
He hurled his phone at the wall with full force. It shattered loudly, pieces of glass scattering across the floor. You flinched hard.
“Don’t lie to me!” he roared, marching toward you. He grabbed your hair and twisted them painfully.
You cried out. “Ahh! Let go! You’re hurting me!”
“You’re my wife!” he snarled, shoving you hard against the wall. His hand wrapped around your throat, pressing just enough to make you panic. His breath reeked of alcohol and anger. “You don’t get to have secrets. You don’t get to humiliate me!”
You gasped for air, tears streaming down your face.
“What wife?” you choked out. “I married you for only one reason and now you stopped paying for my mother’s treatment! You don’t even care if she dies! I want a divorce!”
His eyes widened, then narrowed dangerously.
“Divorce?” He laughed darkly. “Oh, you need a divorce now?”
He pressed his face closer. “That photo on my phone is enough to destroy him. One leak and his career is over. Scandals, investigations, prison... I’ll make sure of it.”
Your blood ran cold.
“Please…” you whispered, forcing your voice to tremble. “I’ll stop. I swear. I’ll never see him again. Just… don’t do this. I’ll do anything.”
He stared at you for a long moment, studying your tear-stained face. His grip on your throat loosened slightly.
“You think I believe your tears?” he hissed. “I own you. But fine. I’ll give you a choice. If you leave him completely and disappear far away from here, I’ll divorce you quietly. If you keep seeing him… I will ruin his life. Do you understand?”
You nodded quickly, sobbing. “I understand… I’ll end it. Please just calm down.”
He finally released you. You sank to the floor, clutching your throat, coughing and crying. He looked down at you with disgust.
“Pathetic,” he muttered. “I’m leaving for Busan tomorrow morning for some business deal. When I come back, you better have cut all ties. Or I swear I’ll destroy him.”
He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and disappeared into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Later that night, when his drunken snores filled the apartment, you moved like a shadow.
You crawled across the floor, collecting his phone. By some miracle, the screen was cracked but the phone still turned on. You knew his patterns. After several attempts, it unlocked.
Your hands shook violently as you deleted the photo. You checked his cloud storage, chat history, call history, gallery, and email... nothing. He had only that one photo.
You let out a shaky breath of relief. You then searched his laptop and drawers.
No other evidence. No hidden photos. No videos. Nothing.
That was when you made your final decision.
You couldn’t stay.
You couldn’t risk Jin’s life and career.
The next night, while your husband was away again, you packed a small bag with only the essentials. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
Before leaving, you went to Jin’s apartment one last time while he was at a schedule. You placed your old diary on his coffee table, along with a handwritten note:
“Jin,
Forget me. Let me remain your secret. I’m sorry for dragging you into my mess. You deserve better. Thank you for everything you did for me. I will never forget your kindness.
Please don’t look for me.
~ Y/N”
You wiped your tears, and left without looking back.
The following morning, you used the last of your savings to hire a lawyer and filed for divorce quietly. You changed your number, deleted all your social media accounts, and packed everything you owned into one small suitcase.
By evening, you were at the airport.
As the plane took off and the city lights grew smaller beneath you, you pressed your forehead against the cold window, watching your old life disappear into the distance.
Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably.
“I’m sorry, Jin…” you whispered brokenly to yourself, voice barely audible over the sound of the engines. “I’m so sorry… I had to protect you.”
Your chest felt hollow, like someone had ripped your heart out.
Every mile the plane carried you farther away from him only made the pain sharper. You remembered his gentle hands cleaning your wounds, his warm voice promising you were safe, the way he kissed you like you were something precious.
Now you were gone.
You were flying to a new country... a place where no one knew you, where your husband couldn’t easily reach you, and most importantly, where Jin would be safe from any scandal or destruction.
You clutched the armrest tightly, biting your lip to stop yourself from sobbing out loud.
“I hope you can forgive me one day,” you whispered, eyes squeezed shut. “I hope you move on and find someone who can love you openly… someone who doesn’t have to disappear in the middle of the night.”
The plane climbed higher into the clouds, taking you farther and farther away from everything you had come to care about. From the man who had shown you what real love felt like... even if only for a short time.
You vanished completely.
No trace left behind.
No way for Jin to find you.
No way for your husband to threaten him anymore.
It was the hardest thing you had ever done. But in your broken heart, you truly believed it was the only way to protect the person who had once saved you.
Three years had passed, but the wound had never closed. It only worsened.
Jin was no longer the same man.
The bright, playful Jin the world loved had dimmed. He smiled on camera, laughed during interviews, and performed with perfect precision, but behind closed doors, he was hollow... a ghost wearing his own face.
He sat alone in his apartment late at night, the city lights blurring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Your old diary rested in his lap, its pages soft and worn from countless readings.
He opened it again, fingers tracing your handwriting.
“I’m sorry, Jin…” he whispered brokenly, reading the note you’d left him for the thousandth time. “Forget me. Let me be your secret.”
Tears stung his eyes.
“How am I supposed to forget you?” he choked out, voice cracking in the empty room. “You asked me to forget the only person I ever loved.”
He had searched for you relentlessly.
He hired private investigators.
He checked every hospital record he could access, every women’s shelter. He even quietly searched about your parents. But your mother had passed away shortly after you disappeared.
There was no trace of you anywhere.
One night, after too many drinks and too much pain, he finally tracked down your ex-husband.
The seedy bar reeked of cheap alcohol and cigarette smoke. Jin found him in a back corner, laughing with shady-looking men. The moment their eyes met, Jin stormed over. He asked other men to leave.
“Where is she?” Jin demanded, voice low and dangerous. He grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him against the wall. “Tell me where Y/N is. Right now.”
Your ex-husband blinked, then let out a drunken, mocking laugh. “Well, well… if it isn’t the rich pretty boy idol. Still crying over my leftovers?”
Jin’s grip tightened, eyes burning with rage and pain. “Did you threaten her? Did you tell her to disappear? Answer me!”
The man smirked, clearly enjoying Jin’s suffering.
“Yeah, I did. I told her I’d destroy your career if she didn’t leave you. Send your photos to the media, leak everything, ruin your perfect little life. And guess what? She actually listened. Ran away like a scared little mouse.”
Jin’s voice shook with fury. “You divorced her! You didn’t even want her! Then Why?... Why the hell did you care if she was with me?!”
Your ex-husband laughed again, cold and cruel.
“I don’t care. Not anymore. It was just fun, you know? Watching her cry and beg, knowing she was willing to destroy her own happiness to protect you. Pathetic, really. But entertaining.”
Jin saw red. His fist flew back, ready to strike. “You sick bastard...!”
Before he could land the punch, two large guards grabbed him from behind and dragged him away.
“Let go of me!” Jin shouted, struggling. “I’ll ruin you! I’ll expose every illegal deal you’ve ever made!”
Your ex-husband just smirked, wiping his mouth. “Go ahead, pretty boy. You’ve got nothing. And neither do I anymore. She’s gone. Good luck finding her.”
They threw Jin out into the cold night. He stood on the empty street, breathing hard, fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms.
He screamed into the darkness, voice raw. “Y/N… where are you?!”
Back at the company, the members had grown deeply worried.
During a late-night practice, Jin missed his cue again. He stood frozen in the middle of the room, staring at nothing.
Namjoon finally pulled him aside after practice.
He closed the door and sat down across from Jin. “Hyung… talk to me. Please. You’ve been like this for three years. We all know it’s because of her. The girl who disappeared.”
Jin stared at the floor, eyes empty. “I lost her, Joon. She left me a note saying ‘Forget me.’ How am I supposed to forget her? She’s everywhere. In my dreams, in every song, in every quiet moment.”
Namjoon sighed deeply, voice full of concern.
“We’re worried about you. You barely eat. You barely smile anymore. The fans are starting to notice something’s wrong. You keep writing songs and then hiding them. Why don’t you release at least one? Maybe it’ll help you heal.”
Jin laughed bitterly, tears filling his eyes.
“Heal? How do I heal when I don’t even know if she’s alive or dead? If she’s safe? Every night I think… what if she’s suffering somewhere? What if she needed me and I wasn’t there?”
He buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking. “I should’ve fought harder... I should’ve protected her better… but I failed her. Just like everyone else in her life.”
Namjoon placed a hand on Jin’s shoulder, voice soft. “Hyung… it wasn’t your fault. She chose to protect you. She loved you enough to disappear so you wouldn’t get hurt.”
Jin looked up, eyes red and broken. “Then why does it feel like she took half my soul with her? I can’t breathe without her, Joon. I still love her… after all these years. I think I’ll love her until the day I die.”
Namjoon stayed silent, offering only his presence as Jin broke down quietly... the same way he had almost every night for the past three years.
The night air was cool and crisp, carrying the distant hum of a foreign city. Jin stood on the rooftop of the luxurious hotel, just like he did in every city he visited.
Every rooftop felt like a prayer, a silent hope that somehow, somewhere, the universe would give him back the only person he had ever truly loved.
He was exhausted.
Promotions had drained him.
The lights, the screams, the smiles he forced for the cameras... none of it reached him anymore. He leaned against the railing, eyes closed, letting the wind brush across his face.
Then he heard it — soft footsteps.
He opened his eyes.
And the world stopped.
You stood near the ledge, hair gently moving in the breeze, no mask, no wedding ring, dressed in a simple hotel staff uniform. You looked… different.
Stronger. Free. But your eyes still carried shadows of the past.
Jin’s heart slammed against his ribs so hard he thought it might stop.
“Y/N…?” The name left his lips like a broken prayer. His voice cracked. “Y-You’re here…”
You turned around slowly.
The moment your eyes met his, your face went pale. The small notebook in your hands slipped from your fingers and fell to the ground.
“Jin…?” Your voice was barely a whisper, trembling with disbelief. “No… this can’t be real.”
He took a shaky step forward, afraid that if he moved too fast, you would disappear like every dream he’d had for the past three years.
“It’s me,” he said, voice thick with tears already gathering in his eyes. “God… it’s really you.”
You stared at him, eyes wide with shock and overwhelming emotion.
“What… what are you doing here?” you asked, voice shaking. “How... how did you find me?”
“I didn’t,” he breathed, stepping closer. “I’m staying at this hotel. We had a concert here. I just… I came up here to breathe. I come to rooftops in every city because… because it reminds me of you. Of the night we first met.”
You let out a broken sob, covering your mouth with both hands.
“I work here,” you whispered. “At this hotel. I’ve been working in the management team for almost two years now.”
Jin let out a shaky laugh mixed with tears. He was only a few feet away now, drinking in every detail of your face like a dying man seeing sunlight.
“You’re really here,” he repeated, voice breaking. “I looked for you everywhere. For three years. I hired people. I begged. I screamed your name in empty rooms. And you were… you were right here.”
Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks.
“I’m free, Jin,” you said, voice trembling with the weight of everything you’d carried alone.
“I filed for divorce. He finally signed the papers after I disappeared. My mother… she passed away a few months after I left. There was nothing left holding me there. So I ran. I changed everything. I just wanted to protect you.”
Jin closed the final distance in two strides and pulled you into his arms with desperate strength. His body trembled against yours as he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in like you were oxygen.
“I never forgot you,” he whispered fiercely, tears soaking into your hair. “Not for one single day. Your note said to forget you… but how could I? You were everything to me.”
You clutched his shirt tightly, sobbing into his chest.
“I wanted to come back so many times,” you cried. “Every night I thought about you. But he said he would destroy you. Your career, your reputation… I couldn’t let him do that to you. I loved you too much to ruin your life.”
Jin pulled back just enough to cup your face with both hands. His thumbs gently wiped away your tears, but his own kept falling. His eyes were red, full of three years of pain, love, and longing.
“I didn't care about that,” he said, voice raw. “All I wanted was you safe. All I wanted was you with me.”
“You could’ve just told me,” he whispered, hurt cracking through every word. “Just once. You could’ve told me what he said to you… what he threatened you with. I would’ve handled it. In my own way, I would’ve handled everything. You didn’t have to carry all of that alone.”
He rested his forehead against yours, breathing shakily.
“Do you know how many nights I read your diary? How many songs I wrote about you that I never had courage to release? I thought I’d lost you forever. I thought I’d die without ever holding you again.”
You let out a soft, broken laugh through your tears. “I thought you’d moved on. I hoped you had. You deserved to be happy.”
Jin shook his head, eyes burning with intensity. “There was no moving on. Not from you.”
He leaned in and kissed you.
It wasn’t gentle.
It was desperate, hungry, and full of three years of aching love. His lips moved against yours with raw emotion — relief, pain, joy, and love so deep it hurt.
You kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers tangling in his hair, tears mixing between your lips.
When you finally pulled apart, gasping for air, he kept your face in his hands, refusing to let go.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “I loved you then. I love you now. And I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”
You smiled through your tears, eyes shining with a happiness you hadn’t felt in years.
“I love you too, Jin. I never stopped. Not even for a second.”
He pulled you back into his arms, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. His body shook with quiet sobs as he pressed kiss after kiss to your forehead, your temple, your cheeks.
“You’re really here,” he kept whispering. “You’re free. We’re both free now.”
You nodded against his chest, finally feeling safe in the arms you had dreamed about for three long years.
“I’m here,” you whispered back. “And I’m not leaving you again. Never again.”
For the first time in three years, under the foreign city sky, both your hearts felt whole.
The hotel room door clicked shut behind you, and for a moment, you both just stood there, breathing each other in. Jin cupped your face with trembling hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks as if you were the most fragile thing he’d ever touched.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, eyes searching yours. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. Just being able to hold you is already more than I dreamed of.”
You nodded, tears slipping down your face as you placed your hands over his. “I’m sure, Jin. I want this. I want you. I’ve waited three years… I don’t want to wait anymore.”
He kissed you slowly, deeply, pouring three years of longing into every brush of his lips.
“I still can’t believe you’re here,” he whispered against your mouth, voice shaking. “I’m scared if I close my eyes, you’ll disappear again.”
“I’m here,” you breathed, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I’m really here, Jin.”
His hands moved gently over your body, carefully unbuttoning your uniform blouse as if unwrapping something sacred. He kissed every inch of skin he revealed... your collarbone, your shoulders, the faded scars on your ribs.
“I missed you so much,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Every night I dreamed of… of being close to you like this... of being yours in every way.”
He laid you down on the bed with utmost care, hovering above you.
His eyes never left yours as he slowly removed the rest of your clothes, then his own. When you were both bare, he settled between your legs and began kissing his way down your body with aching reverence.
“Jin…” you gasped softly as his lips brushed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, leaving a trail of slow, open-mouthed kisses.
He looked up at you from between your legs, eyes dark, glassy, and full of worship. His breath was warm against your slick folds as he whispered, “Let me take care of you, baby. Let me love you the way I’ve been dying to for so long.”
Then he lowered his mouth to you.
The first slow, deliberate lick of his tongue from your entrance all the way up to your clit made your back arch off the bed.
Jin groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against your core, as if he was the one receiving pleasure.
“Fuck… you’re so wet already,” he murmured, voice husky and reverent. “So sweet.”
He took his time, savoring you like you were the most delicate, precious thing he’d ever tasted.
His tongue moved in long, languid strokes... licking, swirling, teasing, exploring every inch of your pussy with devoted patience.
When he wrapped his soft lips around your swollen clit and sucked gently, a broken moan tore from your throat. “Oh my god, Jin—”
He didn’t rush.
Every movement was slow, sensual, and full of love.
He licked you like he was trying to memorize your taste, like he wanted this moment branded into his soul. His hands held your hips down gently but firmly, thumbs stroking soothing circles on your lower belly as he devoured you.
“You have no idea how many nights I dreamed of this,” he whispered against your dripping core, voice thick with emotion. “How many times I woke up hard and aching, wishing I could have you in my arms.”
He slid his tongue inside you, fucking you with it in deep, lazy thrusts while his nose brushed against your clit. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth mixed with your soft, desperate whimpers filled the room.
When he moved back up to suck on your clit again, two of his fingers gently traced your entrance before slowly sliding inside you, curling lovingly against that perfect spot.
“Jin… Jin—” you moaned, fingers tightening in his hair, hips twitching helplessly.
He hummed against you, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. His fingers moved in perfect rhythm with his tongue, slow, deep, and so intimate it made tears sting your eyes.
He worshipped you completely, pouring every ounce of his love, longing, and hunger into every lick, every suck, every gentle thrust of his fingers.
“Look at me... baby,” he whispered, eyes locking with yours from between your trembling thighs. “I want to watch you fall apart for me.”
The intensity of his gaze, the wet heat of his mouth, and the perfect curl of his fingers finally pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you like a warm, endless wave.
You came with a broken cry of his name, thighs shaking around his head, your fingers gripping his hair as pleasure flooded every inch of your body.
Jin didn’t stop.
He kept licking you gently through it, drinking every drop of your release like he was starving, soft moans vibrating against your sensitive flesh until you were whimpering, overstimulated and glowing.
Only then did he kiss his way back up your body, pressing tender, loving kisses on every scar, every old bruise, murmuring against your flushed skin, “You’re so beautiful when you come… so perfect. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
You gently pushed his shoulders until he rolled onto his back.
Straddling his hips, you looked down at him, heart overflowing with love and need. Jin’s hands rested lightly on your waist, warm and trembling, simply holding you like he was afraid you might vanish.
“Are you sure?” he softly asked again, his voice hoarse with emotion.
His eyes were glassy, full of love and quiet worry.
“I want this,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss him slowly, tenderly. “I want all of you, Jin. I’ve waited three years to feel you like this.”
You reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his hard, throbbing length. Jin’s breath hitched sharply as you stroked him once, twice, before slowly guiding him to your entrance.
Both of you gasped loudly as you began sinking down onto him.
“Oh… fuck…” Jin moaned deeply, his head falling back against the pillow for a second before his eyes snapped back to yours. “You’re so tight… so warm. My love… you feel incredible.”
Inch by inch, you took him in, savoring the delicious stretch, the way he filled you so perfectly. When he was buried to the hilt inside you, you both stayed still, breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together.
“You’re inside me…” you whispered in awe, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I’ve dreamed about this so many times.”
Jin cupped your face with both hands, thumbs brushing away your tears.
“I’m inside you,” he breathed, voice cracking. “After all this time… you’re finally mine. I can feel you pulsing around me. It’s driving me crazy.”
You began moving slow, sensual rolls of your hips.
You didn’t just ride him. You made love to him.
Every deep grind, every smooth circle of your hips was deliberate, intimate, and full of emotion. Your slick walls clenched around his thick length with every movement, drawing shaky groans from his throat.
“God, Y/N…” Jin moaned, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs gently teasing your nipples. “You’re so wet… so perfect. Look at me, baby. Don’t close your eyes.”
You locked eyes with him as you rode him deeper, rolling your hips in long, luxurious strokes.
The wet, intimate sounds of your bodies moving together filled the room. Every time you sank down, he hit that perfect spot inside you, making you whimper.
“I missed you so much,” you gasped, bracing your hands on his chest as you moved faster. “I always wondered how will it feel to being this close to you.”
Jin sat up suddenly, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pulling your chest flush against his. Your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, your hips grinding sensually against him while he thrust up gently to meet you.
“I thought about this every night,” he whispered hotly against your lips, voice trembling. “I’d touch myself thinking about you riding me just like this… looking into my eyes… telling me you love me.”
“I love you,” you moaned, circling your hips slowly, feeling every inch of him sliding inside you. “I love you so much, Jin. You’re so deep… I can feel you everywhere.”
He kissed you deeply, tongues sliding together as you continued riding him with slow, filthy rolls of your hips. One of his hands slid down to grip your ass, guiding you gently, helping you take him even deeper.
“You’re squeezing me so tightly,” he groaned against your mouth. “So good, baby… You’re going to make me lose my mind.”
Tears kept falling from your eyes as pleasure and love mixed together. You rode him with deep, sensual movements — grinding, rolling, clenching around him on every downstroke.
“I’m yours,” you whimpered, burying your face in his neck. “Only yours. No one else has ever had me like this.”
Jin’s arms tightened around you, his breath ragged.
“And I’m yours,” he whispered fiercely. “Every part of me has always belonged to you. Even when you were gone… my heart, my body— everything was waiting for you.”
The pleasure built slowly, intensely, until you were both trembling, moaning each other’s names like a prayer. Your hips moved faster, chasing that edge together, skin slick with sweat, hearts beating wildly against each other.
Mid-thrust, Jin gently flipped you over with careful strength, never pulling out. You gasped as your back met the soft sheets, and he settled between your thighs, still buried deep inside you.
He hovered above you, forearms braced on either side of your head, caging you in the warmest, safest way possible.
His eyes... dark, glistening with unshed tears, and overflowing with love, never left yours.
“Look at me, baby,” he whispered tenderly, voice husky and low. “I need to see you. Every expression. Every breath. I’ve waited three years to watch you while I’m inside you like this.”
He rolled his hips slowly, pushing back into you with one long, deep stroke. You moaned softly, back arching as you felt every thick inch of him stretching and filling you so perfectly.
“Jin…” you breathed, legs wrapping tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper.
He groaned, the sound low and broken, forehead pressed against yours.
“You’re so warm… so wet around me,” he whispered, lips brushing yours with every word. “I can feel you clenching every time I move. It’s driving me crazy, my love.”
His thrusts were slow, sensual, and deliberate, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in with one smooth, gliding motion, again and again.
The wet, intimate sound of your bodies connecting filled the quiet room. Every deep stroke made your toes curl and your breath hitch.
He angled his hips slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. You whimpered, nails gently digging into his back.
“Right there… oh god, Jin… right there,” you moaned, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.
Jin kissed them away, then captured your lips in a slow, deep kiss, tongues sliding together as he continued making love to you. His pace never quickened, he kept it slow, sensual, and devastatingly intimate.
“You feel so good,” he whispered against your mouth. “So fucking perfect. I could stay inside you forever.”
One of his hands slid down to grip the back of your thigh, spreading you wider for him as he sank even deeper. You both moaned loudly at the new depth.
“I’m yours,” you gasped, cupping his face with both hands, staring into his eyes. “I’ve always been yours. No one else has ever touched me like this… only you.”
Jin’s eyes fluttered with emotion.
A tear slipped down his cheek and landed on your lips.
His thrusts became deeper, more purposeful, grinding against you on every stroke. The pleasure built like a warm, glowing wave, slow but unstoppable.
“I can feel you getting tighter,” he whispered hotly, lips brushing your ear. “Are you close, baby? Let me feel you come around me. I want to feel every pulse.”
You nodded frantically, legs tightening around him.
“I’m so close… Jin, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop looking at me.”
“I won’t,” he promised, forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked. “Come for me, my love. Let go.”
Your orgasm hit you. You cried out his name, body trembling beneath him as intense pleasure washed over you. Your walls fluttered and clenched tightly around his cock, pulling him deeper.
The feeling of you coming around him pushed Jin over the edge right after you.
“Y/N… oh god, baby—” he groaned deeply, burying his face in your neck as his hips stuttered. You felt him throb and pulse inside you, filling you with warm, long spurts of his release while he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
For several long moments, you stayed locked together... trembling, breathing heavily, hearts pounding against each other. Jin didn’t pull out.
He stayed buried deep inside you, arms wrapped tightly around your body as if he could merge your souls.
“I love you,” he whispered over and over against your skin, voice hoarse and full of emotion. “I love you. I love you so much.”
You kissed his shoulder, tears still falling softly.
“I love you too,” you whispered back. “More than I ever thought was possible.”
For a long time, neither of you moved.
Jin remained buried deep inside you, arms wrapped tightly around your trembling body as if he was afraid you might slip away again.
Your legs were still loosely wrapped around his, chests pressed together, hearts beating wildly against one another. The room was filled with nothing but your soft breathing and occasional sniffles.
Jin pressed gentle kisses along your shoulder and neck, his lips lingering on your skin like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.
“I don’t want to pull out yet,” he whispered, voice hoarse and thick with emotion. “I want to stay like this… connected to you… just a little longer.”
You nodded, tears slipping silently down your temples. “Stay. I need you close.”
Several minutes passed in sacred silence before Jin finally shifted. He kissed you softly on the lips, then slowly and carefully pulled out of you. You both let out a small, shared whimper at the loss.
“I’ll be right back, my love,” he murmured, brushing your hair away from your damp forehead.
He slipped out of bed and walked to the bathroom.
You heard the water running for a moment. When he returned, he had cleaned himself and was carrying a small bowl of warm water and a soft towel. His eyes never left you as he climbed back onto the bed.
“Come here, baby,” he said gently, voice full of tenderness.
He parted your legs with the utmost care and began cleaning you with slow, loving strokes of the warm towel. Every touch was delicate, almost worshipful.
“Does this feel okay?” he asked softly, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
You bit your lip, fresh tears gathering in your eyes at how gently he was treating you.
“It feels nice,” you whispered. “No one has ever taken care of me like this before.”
Jin’s eyes softened even more.
He leaned down and kissed the inside of your thigh before continuing to clean you with careful affection.
“You deserve this,” he said quietly.
“You deserve to be loved gently. You deserve someone who treasures every part of you.” His voice cracked slightly. “I hate that I wasn’t there for so long… I hate that you went through everything alone.”
Once he was done, he set the towel aside and pulled you into his arms again, wrapping the blanket securely around both of you. He held you against his chest, one hand stroking your back while the other cradled the back of your head.
“I used to fall asleep imagining this,” he confessed quietly. “Holding you in my arms after making love. Feeling your heartbeat against mine. Now it’s real… and I don’t know how to stop crying.”
You let out a soft, teary laugh and kissed his chest. “Me neither. I’m so happy it hurts.”
Jin tilted your chin up so he could look into your eyes. “No more running. No more goodbyes. Wherever you go, I go. Whatever you need, I’ll give you. We’ve lost three fucking years. I’m not losing even one more day.”
Jin smiled through his own tears and leaned in to kiss you... slow, deep, and full of quiet devotion.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered against your lips. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel pain like that again.”
You cupped his face with both hands, thumbs gently wiping his tears.
You smiled, finally feeling whole. “I love you too, Jin. Forever.”
Wrapped in each other’s warmth, hearts still racing but souls finally at peace, you both drifted into the most restful sleep either of you had known in years.
Months later, Jin still kept your relationship private from the public eye, except the subtle hints which clearly proved he was not single anymore. He never showed your face, never spoke your name, but those who knew him well could sense the change in him.
During a live interview with the group, the host asked with a playful smile, “Jin-ssi, you seem much happier these days. Is there someone special who made you smile like this?”
Jin’s ears turned slightly pink, but his smile was soft and genuine. He glanced down for a moment, then looked back at the camera with warm eyes.
“Yes,” he answered gently. “There is someone very special in my life now who makes even the hard days feel worth it.”
The members beside him exchanged knowing glances and teasing smiles.
Namjoon chuckled. “Hyung has been smiling at his phone a lot lately.”
Taehyung nodded enthusiastically. “And he’s been cooking more too! He keeps saying ‘she might like this’ when he tries new recipes.”
Jin laughed shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yah, stop exposing me. But yes… I’m very happy. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I have a home to return to.”
During lives, he would drop even softer hints.
While eating ramen on camera, he smiled warmly and said, “I used to eat alone a lot… but now someone waits for me. Sometimes she scolds me for eating too much junk food.”
He laughed, eyes sparkling. “She takes care of me well.”
He never revealed more than that, always protecting your privacy.
One quiet evening, Jin finally brought you to meet his members.
The moment you stepped inside, six pairs of curious but kind eyes turned toward you. Jin’s hand stayed firmly wrapped around yours, his thumb stroking your skin reassuringly.
“Guys,” Jin said, voice full of quiet pride, “this is Y/N. The one I’ve been telling you about.”
Namjoon stood up first with a warm, dimpled smile. “Finally! We’ve heard so much about you. It’s really nice to meet you, Y/N.”
You bowed nervously. “It’s an honor to meet all of you. I’ve been so nervous…”
Hoseok bounced over with his bright energy. “No need to be nervous! Jin-hyung talks about you all the time.”
Yoongi gave you a soft, gummy smile from the couch. “He’s been happier these past months. We all noticed. Thank you for taking care of him.”
Jungkook tilted his head, eyes wide and curious. “Noona, is it true you worked at that hotel overseas? That’s so cool! Hyung kept showing us pictures of the city but refused to tell us why he wanted to go back there so badly.”
You blushed deeply. Jin squeezed your hand and laughed.
“Yah, Jungkook-ah, don’t embarrass her!”
Taehyung leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “So… how did you two actually meet? Jin-hyung only gave us dramatic versions. Something about a rooftop and destiny.”
Jin tensed up. “Taehyung—”
You smiled and looked at Jin lovingly before answering, “It’s a long story… but he saved me when I needed saving the most.”
The room became quiet for a moment, the playful atmosphere softening into something more sincere.
Namjoon nodded gently. “We’re really glad you’re here, Y/N. Jin-hyung and you have been through a lot. Seeing him like this again… it means everything.”
Jimin walked over and gave you a gentle hug. “Welcome to the family. You don’t have to worry about anything. We’ll protect both of you.”
After dinner and endless teasing from the members, Jin pulled you aside onto the balcony while the others were cleaning up. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“So… how do you feel?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“They’re all so sweet to me,” you whispered, leaning back into him. “I was terrified what if they wouldn’t like me.”
Jin turned you around to face him, cupping your cheeks gently.
“They adore you already. Especially after seeing how happy you make me.” His eyes were warm and full of love. “I don’t need the whole world to know about us yet. But they’re my family… and now you’re part of it too.”
You smiled, eyes misty. “Thank you for not rushing to show me to the world. I still get scared sometimes.”
“I know,” he murmured, forehead resting against yours. “We’ll take our time. I’ll keep giving little hints in interviews… enough so the fans know I’m loved and loving someone. But your face, your name, your safety... those are mine to protect. Always.”
He kissed you softly, slow and sweet, under the night sky.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “Thank you for letting me show you to the people who matter most.”
You kissed him back, heart full. “I love you too. More than anything.”
From inside, you could hear Jungkook dramatically yelling, “Hyung! Stop kissing her and come help with the dishes!”
Jin laughed against your lips. “Ready to go back in?”
You nodded, smiling brightly. “Yeah. I think I just found my new family.”
One year later, on a quiet private beach at golden hour, the sky was painted in soft hues of pink, orange, and gold.
The waves gently kissed the shore as you danced barefoot in the sand, your white sundress flowing around you with every twirl.
Jin sat on a beach towel, watching you with the softest, most lovesick smile on his face.
His heart felt too big for his chest.
“Y/n...” he called out, laughing when you nearly tripped over your own feet. “Baby, you’re going to fall!”
“Then come catch me!” you shouted back, spinning with your arms wide open.
Jin jumped up instantly and ran toward you.
He caught you mid-twirl, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground. You squealed with laughter as he spun you both around in circles.
“Jin! I’m getting dizzy!” you giggled, holding onto his shoulders.
“Good! That means you can’t run away from me,” he teased, finally slowing down until he gently collapsed backward into the soft sand, pulling you down with him.
You landed on his chest, both of you laughing breathlessly like little kids. He brushed sand off your cheek, his eyes sparkling with pure adoration.
“You’re adorable,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “How did I get so lucky?”
You propped your chin on his chest, smiling down at him. “I think I’m the lucky one. There was a time, I was scared of everything… and now look at me. Dancing on a beach with the love of my life.”
Jin’s expression softened even more.
He sat up slowly, keeping you in his lap, and wrapped his arms around you from behind. His chin rested on your shoulder as you both faced the sunset.
“You’re free now,” he whispered tenderly, pressing a kiss to your head. “No more hiding. No more fear. Just you and me.”
You turned your head to look at him, your nose brushing his.
“No,” you said softly, your voice full of warmth. “I’m not just free, Jin. I’m home. You’re my home.”
His eyes crinkled beautifully as he smiled.
He leaned in and kissed you... slow, sweet, and full of love. When he pulled away, he started peppering tiny kisses all over your face, making you burst into giggles.
“Jin! That tickles!” you laughed, trying to squirm away, but he only held you tighter, laughing along with you.
“I can’t help it. I’m addicted to your laugh,” he confessed, nuzzling into your neck. “I want to hear it every single day for the rest of my life.”
You both eventually lay back in the sand, your head resting on his chest as you watched the sun slowly dip into the ocean. The sky turned into a dreamy blend of colors.
Jin played with your fingers, his heartbeat steady under your ear.
After a few peaceful minutes, he gently took your left hand in both of his. You felt him slip something cool and smooth onto your ring finger.
You lifted your head, eyes widening when you saw the beautiful diamond ring now sparkling on your finger. It was elegant, delicate, and perfect.
“Jin…” you breathed, voice shaking with emotion.
He sat up properly, taking both your hands in his. His eyes were glassy but his smile was radiant.
“Y/N,” he said softly, voice full of love, “you’ve already made me the happiest man in the world this past year. But I’m greedy. I want a lifetime of this... dancing on beaches, laughing until we can’t breathe, waking up next to you every morning, cooking terrible breakfasts together…”
You let out a teary laugh.
He continued, thumbs stroking the back of your hands. “I want to protect you, cherish you, and love you on your good days and your hard days. I want to build a future with you. So… will you marry me, baby? Will you let me be your husband?”
Tears spilled down your cheeks as you nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes!” you cried happily. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”
Jin’s face lit up like the sunrise.
He pulled you into a tight hug, laughing joyfully.
“I love you so much!” he shouted, voice full of pure happiness. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
You cupped his face and kissed him deeply, both of you smiling so wide it made the kiss clumsy and perfect.
When you pulled away, you whispered against his lips, “I can’t wait to be your wife, Kim Seokjin.”
He rested his forehead against yours, eyes shining with happy tears. “And I can’t wait to call you mine forever.”
You both fell back into the sand again, wrapped in each other’s arms, laughing and kissing as the sky slowly turned dark and the stars began to appear above you.
