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Your breathing stutters when he drags a calloused thumb over your lips, parting them slightly. You lick experimentally, tongue flicking over the tip of his finger, gaze never parting from his. Seokjin’s eyes darken as your pretty mouth envelopes his digit to the fist knuckle, a groan rumbles in his chest when you begin to suck.

Hesitantly, you take him deeper, testing the waters further by dragging your teeth gently against the ridges of his thumb. You take his silence as an encouragement to continue, so you close your eyes and fill your mouth with the taste of his skin, sucking and licking the tender flesh greedily to inform him of your skill set.

“Fuck,” he utters quietly when you leave his thumb with a pop.

Your hand circles his wrist and you trail your tongue from the base of his index finger to the tip before doing the same to his middle finger. He brings the two digits together and with a curse, he pushes past your plush lips and into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue slightly as he tries to remain unaffected. You spy the quick rise and fall of his chest; the tint in his skin turning a shade of crimson; and the tenting in his pants. All he needs is one more push.

You give the same treatment to the crowd in your mouth, moaning quietly while staring up into his obsidian gaze. Seokjin closes his eyes at vibrations from your voice, a shiver running down his spine.

When his digits are thoroughly coated with your saliva, you pull back, letting a trail of slick dribble from your lips and drop to your cleavage. Seokjin’s eyes travel south instantly.

With a smirk, you close the distance between your bodies, pressing your chests together. Standing on your tiptoes, you bring your lips close to his ear as you whisper, “They say bassists have the best fingering technique. Why don’t you prove that theory for me?”

Seokjin goes rigid, muscles locking in place; breathing shallow. His dark eyes trail over your eager figure, who’s currently laving at the spot under his jaw. Your saliva still coats his fingers and your perfume wafts into his nose every time he inhales. He shouldn’t want you, not when you’re the lead singer’s precious younger sister, but with every swipe of your tongue against his skin, it becomes harder for him to compose himself.

With shaky hands he pulls you away, fully intending to dismiss your advances. But it’s your eyes, blinking at him in confusion, that finally causes him to succumb to his desires.

His breath tickles your face as he murmurs quietly, lips only inches away from yours, “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

“I do, I want you.”

When you crash your lips on his, time resumes. There’s a pounding in your head as Seokjin pulls you into his embrace by your waist; his large hands kneading your hips, making you moan. The kiss turns messier, hungrier, as your tongues swipe at each other, grunts tumbling past his lips and into your mouth. Seokjin mutters your name, his hand coming up to rake through your tresses as he pushes you back into the wall. He grinds his pelvis on your thighs and now it’s your turn to shiver, feeling his length through the thick material of his jeans. Your own hands claw desperately at his white linen shirt, begging him to take it off with breathy ‘please’s in between kisses.

Seokjin parts from you to fulfill your request, tearing off his shirt to fling it behind him. He lets you ogle for a few seconds before he chases your lips, kissing the length of your jaw before nibbling gently on the delicate skin of your neck.

“Mmh—” you gasp, matching his clothed thrusts with your own. “Fuck, can’t take it anymore.”

“Patience,” he mumbles into your skin, lifting your own shirt up and tossing it onto the steadily growing pile.

Your skin burns where his calloused fingers touch; your body coming alive with every caress. Seokjin splays his hand on your stomach, chuckling quietly when you whine. Detaching from your neck, he returns to your lips, distracting you for a moment while he unhooks your bra and soon, his large hands palm your tits, kneading them gently.

Mind is abuzz with pleasure, coherence slips away as you mewl his name in half-syllables, barely able to open your eyes. When his fingers pinch your nipples, you secure your grip on his shoulders; knees threatening to buckle. As he grinds harder; kneeling slightly so he could drag his erection over your centre, you fail to keep your voice in check, panting loudly while your fingernails leave half-moon indents on his skin.

“Like that—fuck, Jin, please…” you beg, resting your forehead against his. Your half-lidded eyes focus on his swollen lips, thinking about how good it would feel to have him between your thighs. But, your impatience wins over every time your cunt clenches around nothing and now you want nothing more than for him to fuck you against the wall.

“What, baby? What’s wrong?” he chuckles, punctuating his sentence by pinching and rolling your nipples.

“God… fuck me already.”

“I thought you wanted me to prove a theory?”

The cockiness in his voice makes you want to push him away, but that would get you nowhere, so you bite down the scathing remark and drag your fingernails down his chest instead, leaving pretty red marks on his alabaster skin in your wake. The action earns you a satisfying grunt from Seokjin and it’s your turn to smirk at him, relishing in the tiny victory.

“Fucking brat,” he mutters, glowering down at you. “Turn around.”

You comply to his request, adding a few turns of your hips to tease him further. Seokjin clicks his tongue in disappointment, tugging your shorts and panties down to pool at your ankles before landing a sharp smack across your left cheek. Your head tips back involuntarily, a whimper leaving your lips as he does it again. Arousal drips down your thighs with every spank and your fingers scratch uselessly on the empty walls, having found no purchase to hold you steady. He soothes the burn with a few gentle strokes of his palm, humming in approval when you arch your back, pushing your ass further into his hand.

Seokjin presses his chest to your back, caging you in. His hand on your ass trails lower to trace slowly along the outside of your cunt and he lets out a quiet ‘Oh?’ upon discovering your dampness. You whine and protest, bucking your hips to chase any amount of friction for relief, but he feigns ignorance, torturing you with barely there touches.

“Jin, fuck, need you inside me. Come on,” you beg, embarrassed by your own high pitch tone so laced with need.

“What’s the magic word?” he teases, sliding his palm over your clit.

You tremble at the contact, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. “Please.”

“Good girl.”

Gradually, Seokjin pushes two of his fingers into your pussy, stroking the velvet walls by the curl of his fingers. Your mouth hangs open, captured in a silent moan as he begins thrusting languidly inside, grunting every time you clench around his fingers.

You’re so focused at the feeling of his fingers that it takes a second for you to register that he’s talking. “…hypothesis?” is all you catch. Angling your head, you ask him to repeat what he says only for Seokjin to remove his fingers completely from your cunt. You start to protest, but it’s cut short when he sinks three of his digits inside, causing you to choke as your words turn into a long, drawn out moan.

“Too fucked out to listen, hm?” Seokjin jeers. Your scalp tingles when his empty hand pulls your head back with a firm grip on your hair, exposing the length of your throat. “Fine then, this baby is clearly too dumb to coherently speak anyway.”

His pace is brutal as he slams his fingers repeatedly into your sopping cunt, the wet sounds echoing in the room along with groans of his name. Seokjin releases your hair to deliver a couple spanks across your ass before swiping circles on your clit. Every time he sinks his digits, your head swims and with each passing second, your thighs shake harder in an effort to keep yourself upright.

“Gonna— fuck!”

“Yeah? Cum on these fingers you love so much? God, I can’t waitto fill this pussy,” Seokjin taunts, keeping his pace until you’re crying his name loudly in a hoarse voice.

The orgasm leaves you breathless, wave after wave threatening to knock you over while he prolongs the pleasure. Goosebumps rise all over your skin and his name is the only thing your chant as you come down from the high, head foggy with pleasure that makes it impossible to keep your eyes open. You’re still trembling slightly as Seokjin kisses your shoulder, licking a random stripe on your neck before nibbling gently.

“Satisfied?” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around your waist while the other rubs soothing circles on your hips.

“Not… yet,” you reply breathlessly, pressing your sore ass to grind against his erection.

You feel the rumble of his laughter from your back and the clinking of his belt hitting the floor. Seokjin removes himself from your back to shrug his pants off, a thin sheen of sweat coating his toned chest. Stroking his length a few times, he angles the head on your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts.

You whimpers grow louder as he continues, pleas and begs falling carelessly from your lips as you rut against his cock. When he’s finally had enough of his own teasing, he sinks into you slowly, shuddering when your walls engulf his girth in an intoxicating grip.

“Fuuuck—” he moans with you. “You feel so fucking good.”

It’s sweet of him to resist the urge to slam immediately into your cunt, but you’re not so patient, groaning as you fuck yourself into his length. Seokjin understood quickly and the languid thrusts he started with increased in tempo, his hips slapping loudly against your ass as he pounds you into the wall.

“Shit—choke me,” you rasp, fully giving in to your desires.

Seokjin doesn’t question it, immediately wrapping his beautiful fingers around the base of your neck, squeezing lightly to test out the waters.

“More—ah, right there!” you cry when the head of his cock brushes against the spongey walls of your g-spot.

He growls as he increases his speed, deliberately angling his strokes to abuse the spot while constricting your air flow until your vision is spotty with white. It isn’t long before you feel the electric current of an impending orgasm; the goosebumps resurfacing on your skin as your head begins to swim with pleasure. Seokjin’s hand that grips your waist snake around to play with your clit, swiping in tandem with his thrusts.

“You’re so fucking tight—shit—” Seokjin grunts, releasing your throat to grab at your hips again, fingers digging into your skin.

You didn’t have time to warn him when the second orgasm crashes into you and all you manage is a sharp howl of his name as you screw your eyes shut and grit your teeth, trembling violently under his continued pace.

The sensation of your walls constricting around him was enough to send him into his own orgasm and with a last roll of his hips against your battered cunt, he spills his seed inside with a moan of your name, chest flushed against your back as his hips stutter to a complete stop. You’re both breathing heavy, skin sticking together with a layer of sweat before you pull yourself away, the room suffocating with heat.

After you’re fully clothed and cleaned up, you crash onto the couch with a heavy sigh, heart still hammering in your chest when you think of the events of the night. Seokjin sits next to you, dragging your body close to his so you can rest your head on his wide shoulders.

“Did I prove it?” he smirks, kissing your head. “Your theory, I mean.”

You snicker, shoving him lightly with your shoulder as you intertwine your fingers into his hands, relishing at the drag of his calloused thumb over your knuckles. “Yeah, bass players are definitely the best.”

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“Hey Jungkook! Do you maybe want to get some lunch with me?” You offer, breathing deeply to calm your nerves. The worst he can say is no, so there wasn’t that much of a reason to be worried, right? Had you not been trying to ask him out on a date, you wouldn’t be that worried, but you were, and your stress was through the roof as you try to sound relaxed.

Startled at first, he turns to you, ready to agree, until his smile falls, “I’d love to, but I’m packed. Sorry [Y/N],” giving you an apologetic look as he elaborates, “I have something going on all of this week, dance practice, a recording session, then I have a couple dates with some girls I met, and workouts after that… I’m sorry [Y/N].”

You wave your hands in front of you to halt his apologies, squeezing your eyes shut as to stop the embarrassment increasing, “No, no, it's fine! I should've known you'd be busy..." You mumble the last couple of words, sighing and putting up your best fake smile, "Don't overwork yourself!"

He smiles at your understanding words, waving, “I won’t, don’t worry [Y/N]! Maybe you could go for lunch with Taehyung, he’s free today!” and walking out the door.

“Yeah…”

“Wow, am I that much of a downgrade?” Taehyung pipes in from the other room, a playful smile on his lips. You jump at his deep voice, surprised. He plops himself onto the room couch, and pats the spot besides him, beckoning you to sit.

You squeeze between him and the couch arm, leaning on him with a pout, “I failed… again. I didn’t even start with the confession like I was supposed to…” disappointment oozing from your tone. You’d planned the whole thing out, even asking Taehyung and Namjoon for help, and rehearsed it countless times, only to completely botch the entire thing.

After a moment of silence, Taehyung decides to pitch his idea, “I could tell him for you,” doing his best to not let his voice waver. 

Whining, you subconsciously swing his hand around, lightly slapping your face by accident. Of course, you wanted to confess to Jungkook, but since his oddly late and recent discovery of his own handsomeness and effect on women, he'd been using it to his advantage-asking girls out left and right. What really ruined your confidence, though, was his choice in girls; they were nothing like you. He picked tall, elegant and sophisticated women-usually women a couple of years older than him or his age. You were, well, short, clumsy and younger than him by more than half a year. It was probably an understatement to say you were crushed. 

Taehyung reads your silence, giving a comforting squeeze to your hand in his larger one, “He doesn’t know what he’s missing [Y/N], Jungkook never notices when a great opportunity is right in front of him,” meaning the words more than you know. 

Taehyung never meant to steal Jungkook’s best friend as his own–what an idiot he’d been friend zoning himself–and he definitely hadn’t planned on falling for you. It happened out of nowhere, after knowing you for years, when one day he felt his heart stop under your gaze. Suddenly, your opinion of him mattered more than everyone else's, he cared more about you than himself, he’d cannonball into the pool of your heart. 

Suddenly, he was in love with you. And even after four years of watching you be in love with Jungkook and loving you in the background, he hadn't crawled out of the hole that he'd fallen into one bit. Still, seeing you utterly in love with one of his best friends was already tough enough for Taehyung. It was even more difficult filling his role as your rock when you always came to him to talk about your crush, and seeing you heartbroken over Jungkook just made it that much more difficult for him to be supportive. How could you not see how he was there, waiting for you to finally see him in the same light as his younger?

He’d always been there for you to lean, cry and scream to, ready to ease your troubles if only for a bit. He’d heard all your complaints, all your tears and even all your compliments meant for Jungkook, and he’d taken them all off your shoulders. While he loved Jungkook like a brother, he was sick of hearing about him. He couldn't help but feel a certain way about him, a crippling jealousy burning in him at the sight of the younger boy. 

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Taehyung frowns at you as you stare after Jungkook and his date from across the fast-food restaurant Taehyung had taken you to. He had no idea that the Maknae would be there, much less with a date. He wishes he did, so he could have taken you somewhere else instead, “Don’t give up [Y/N], nothing’s worse than a dream left unfulfilled,” gosh, why did he have to keep encouraging you? 

“I've tried everything, Taehyung. I don't think he'll ever feel the same,” you whine exasperated, upset but confident with your resolution, ready to accept you'd never be with him. You shake your head as you cover it with your hands, releasing a stressed breath of air. 

“Not everything, but you do you,” eliciting a chuckle from you with his word choice. 

Sarcasm soaking your tone, you build upon his implication, “What, you mean make him jealous?” laughing at your own joke, slowly quieting when you notice his pursed lips, “Wait, you’re serious? Taehyung, that only works in books and movies, this is real life.”

“Hey, chill! I was only giving a suggestion,” holding his hands up in mock defense, laughing, “Honestly [Y/N], I really think you’re just wasting your time.”

“Rude!”

“I know, I know, but think about it! You haven’t made any kind of progress, and Jungkook’s just getting further out of your reach,” you bite your lip, eyes glazed over as his words sink in. With a sigh, he reaches for your hand, rubbing his thumb over it and ignores the butterflies that flutter at the contact, “I just don’t want you hung up on him, okay?”

“Yeah, thanks Tae,” you murmur, your [E/C] eyes finding Jungkook and his gorgeous date once again. Taehyung was right. You needed to either do something to make the feeling you held mutual, or move on, and at this point, you favored the ladder. Then, in a fit of stress, you groan loudly, running your hands over your face in a way your skin would not be grateful for, “Ugh, I hate being in love!”

Taehyung gives a breathy laugh, whispering under his breath, “Ditto.”

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“You know, I don’t even miss him that much.”

“That’s because you’ve been texting him nonstop for the past three days,” Taehyung points out, weakening your accomplishment. He tries to look over at your screen, only to have it pulled out of his vision, “What is it you don’t want me to see, hm?” a teasing tone coating his deep voice.

You push his head away, “Nothing!” and continue typing away. 

Taehyung thinks it's amazing how you hadn’t even tried to stick to your resolution, allowing Jungkook to be your sole focus once again the moment he had time for you. If it were Taehyung you wanted, you wouldn’t have to hold on to every interaction with a death grip the way you did for Jungkook.

Texting Jungkook was fun, sending the dankest of dank memes, and sharing dumb videos you both found. As enjoyable as it was, you couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied, knowing if it were Taehyung you were messaging, your conversation would probably be a lot deeper in meaning, or have more interacting than sending a photo and an “lmao” every couple of seconds, or–

You stop yourself in confusion, because where had that come from? You’d never compared either to the other, and Taehyung wasn’t even the one you liked! Taehyung was your amazing, sweet, caring, goofy best friend, and Jungkook was your crush, not the other was around. 

“What’s rolling around that pretty head of yours?” the dark haired boy interrupts, throwing his arm around your shoulder and cuddling into your figure on the sofa. His deep voice startles you, and you make a mental note to find out why your stomach had done somersaults at the sound of it.

Shrugging, you make something up, hoping it was believable enough to spare yourself the embarrassment of explaining how you’d been debating who gave off the most “boyfriend material” vibes. Your phone dings again, pulling you out of your head, and Taehyung swears he sees hearts in your eyes at whatever Jungkook has sent you. He groans. You were so whipped.

With a quiet squeal, you announce your victory, “Jungkook wants to take me to lunch!” hopping out of Taehyung’s grip, missing the way his face falls. “He wants to go out at five, that’s an hour and a half away. Tae, what do I wear?”

He doesn’t want to help you look good for another man, but as your best friend he knows the obligation that comes with the title. You didn’t want him, you wanted Jungkook, yet it was his job to be there for you no matter what. Twisted, wasn’t it? 

When the two of you reach your apartment, he picks out a nice, fitting dress that makes you look beautiful without seeming desperate. Perfect. You can barely get it on, jittering with excitement, and eventually calling Taehyung to help you zip it. You were finally going out with Jungkook, alone–

Taehyung’s phone chimes, Jungkook’s name lighting up the screen with a text. Taehyung glances up to your hand for a second, then checks the message, his face contorting into an expression of sorrow, “He wants me to come with you guys, so he can introduce us to someone. I think he set us up for a double date [Y/N].”

The bright look in your eyes fades immediately, your excited blush and smile disappearing, “Oh. It’s okay, I mean, I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up,” feeling dumb with your previous assumption. Of course Jungkook wouldn’t ask you out suddenly. He hadn’t insinuated it was a date at all, and you’d jumped to what you wanted it to be. How stupid of you.

You almost expect it when Taehyung envelopes you in his strong, warm arms, providing a type of comfort you associated with him. “I have to get ready,” he murmurs into your ear, giving you one more tight squeeze and releasing you. 

He stares at your disappointed figure once more, biting his lip, thinking of telling you Jungkook wasn’t the one for you, then shakes the thought away. That wasn’t his place, he didn’t get to tell you what to do.

You collapse onto your bed a few moments after you hear the door shut, cuddling yourself in an attempt to recreate the comfort only Taehyung knew how to provide. Why was it that he was always able to bring you peace that not even Jungkook could give you? Your mind goes back to that moment earlier, when you’d been weighing the dateability of Taehyung and Jungkook. It wasn’t a very fair thing to do, but you couldn’t help continuing the thought.

They were both outstandingly good looking, tall, broad and fit, and they were both kind and adorable. Jungkook was ridiculously hilarious, with every stupid gag or meme in his arsenal, always ready to make you laugh–while Taehyung was more sarcastic and accidentally funny, and he always made you comfortable.

You ponder over that last thought a bit longer. Taehyung always managed to make you feel at home, safe and–while you were almost always jittery and uneasy around Jungkook, which was normal, right? Everyone was nervous around their crush! The only difference between you and most people, was that your crush was your former best friend. There hadn’t been any dramatic falling out, you two had just grown apart back in your teens–partly due to his schedule and overseas studying, and partly because of your ever growing feelings for him.

But now you realize, were the two of you ever really best friends? You weren’t so sure as you once again compared him to Taehyung, more specifically, your relationships. You didn’t–and you were sure you never had–know half of what you knew about Taehyung about Jungkook. You had never been able to silently read his face the way you could read Taehyung. And most importantly, you’d never enjoyed his company as much as Taehyung’s.

While there certainly was a time when you would have given your left ear for alone time with Jungkook, it was nothing against the right arm and kneecap you’d give for Tae. 

Stuck in your thoughts, you fail to hear your door click again, continuing your blank stare at your wall until a large hand waves in front of you. The sudden withdrawal from the analysis in your head makes you jump, then smile when you recognize the long, tan fingers attached to your favorite person. 

“You were really concentrated there, you good [Y/N]?” He chuckles, worry barely seeping into his bright tone. You chuckle stiffly, color filling your cheeks at the newfound knowledge that might mean you were in love with Taehyung. 

“Yeah, just… Daydreaming.”

He stares at you like you've said some utter nonsense, then shrugs, “If you say so. By the way, Jungkook also invited Jin and Namjoon, because you know how much they mean to him. I…” He inhales audibly, unsure whether he should voice his thoughts, or spare your feelings. “I think he might be serious about this girl.”

The words stab you, hundreds of tiny needles pickling your heart, and you try not to think about what could have happened if Taehyung got a girlfriend--since everything with him seemed to be more extreme for you. 

“At least he's happy,” you murmur, staring at Taehyung's hand with the sudden urge to hold it. Taehyung wouldn't mind if you did, he liked holding hands, but with the way your heart kept betraying you, you just let your gaze linger. 

Taehyung spots your focused gaze, smiling softly and catching your hand in his. The action startles you and causes your head to shoot up, slightly wide eyes and warmed cheeks in surprise, “Don’t look down while you walk, you might trip,” he plays off coolly, trying not to get flustered at the fact that he’d made you blush. 

You nod, turning your gaze back to the path in front of you, just as the two of you jog down the stairs, hand-in-hand with you dragging Taehyung behind you. When you reach the bottom, you’re slightly winded, laughing as Taehyung—who was entirely unfazed by the short climb down—mimics the walk that everyone dies down the stairs. 

Maybe Jungkook wasn’t the one for you. Maybe Taehyung was all you needed. 

Your suspicions are confirmed a good forty-five minutes later while you’re sat between Taehyung and Namjoon, across from Jungkook, his date Mina and Seokjin. 

You’re almost sick by now, watching all their lovey-dovey smiles and doe eyes directed at one another, paired with rosy cheeks and soft giggles as they recall a fun date they had a while back. It’s cute, natural and painful. Painful for you to see how he looks at her with heart eyes, when he’s never given you more than a friendly glance. It’s painful how you’re sat in front of her, Jungkook to her right and Jin to her left, and you can perfectly see why Jungkook wanted her and not you. 

She was gorgeous, long, thick black hair slightly curled and swept elegantly to the side, flawless fair skin, tall and exceptionally proportioned—absolutely perfect. And from what you’d heard from her, she was just as goofy as Jungkook, except she took care of him the way Jin would, and kept him in line like Namjoon, all while cooing at him with her perfectly smooth voice. 

You were nothing like that. There was no surprise why he didn’t want you–not because you weren’t pretty or funny or amazing–you just weren’t his type. 

The epiphany that you just weren’t the girl for Jungkook made you realize that perhaps, he wasn’t the boy for you. You were almost always uncomfortable in his presence, always trying to outdo yourself and catch his attention, all while being afraid of humiliating yourself. He also had the tendency to push you past your limits when it came to being adventurous, and you’d been on the wrong side of heartbreak dozens of times without him ever intending to hurt you. Maybe you’d just been too blinded by your schoolgirl crush on him to realize it would never work out between you.

A week later you come to the realization that while you may not have been meant for Jungkook, the first boy you’d ever loved and let go of, there was someone else who could most definitely be the one for you. Taehyung always managed to keep you on your toes, yet you were always at peace with yourself and everything else when he was with you. He always knew when to stop, and he was always your shoulder when you needed one. 

And it’s not too long before you realize that perhaps Taehyung was thinking the same as you. He’d always stare when he thought you weren’t looking, and he’d always let his touch linger, you just only notice now that Jungkook isn’t on your mind 25/8. 

But now that you’re prepared to move on, Jungkook asks you out, just the two of you. The flicker of hope in your chest comes back to life, and you’re once again dragging Taehyung to your apartment to help you dress up, “Please Tae! You’ve got, like, the best fashion sense ever!”

“Can’t argue with that,” Yoongi, who decided to tag along instead of staying for dance practice with Hobi, Jin and Namjoon, interjects, focused on his phone as he gets comfortable on your bed.

“Just wear that outfit I got you last month,” Taehyung sighs, unenthusiastic about your “date” with the maknae. Of course, just as you start paying him attention, Jungkook decides to swoop in and steal the spotlight that is your eyes. “I’m sure he’d love to see you in that.”

Yoongi orders you to show him what outfit Taehyung was talking about, looking up momentarily before you enter the bathroom to change. 

Pulling on the jeans, you struggle a little to button them together, breathing heavily once you've finally done it. It wasn't anything special in looks, but it was really close to your heart, considering Taehyung had gone out and bought it all on his own for you. A loose navy tee and some lightly bleached blue jeans, just your style. Not fancy, yet it managed to fit you just right, accentuating only where you wanted it to while managing to be the most comfortable set of clothes you'd ever worn. 

Gulping thickly upon seeing you, Taehyung wonders how you somehow got even more perfect. All beautiful and completely oblivious to the things you did to him-to his heart. He'd sue you for the damage you've caused. His chest burns as he remembers, you're wearing this on a date with his best friend, not with him. “You look perfect…”

Your cheeks turn a pinkish color, and you know it’s not just because you didn’t expect the compliment, but because it’s from Taehyung. “Thanks Tae!” you almost have to remind yourself that the outfit, while being from him, was not for him.

“Dang, [Y/N]! You look amazing! Those are new clothes just for me, right?” Jungkook jokes when picks you up,bunny teeth showing as he teases you playfully, “They really do look nice though!”

Flushing red, you thank him, glancing back at Taehyung who's giving you a reassuring nod, waving slowly. He doesn't want you to go. He doesn't want you to confess-at least, not to Jungkook, and he definitely doesn’t want Jungkook confessing to you. He wants you to whip around, run into his chest and start sputtering about how this was all just a joke--a mischievous scandal you planned to make Taehyung jealous all along, instead of the reality that this was all for Jungkook. What he would give.

You decide quickly it's either now or never, gripping the hem of your shirt as you face Jungkook, “Jungkook… I-I,” you take a deep breath, calming your nerves a little, “I really like you.” Two weeks ago, you would’ve said love.

Taken aback by your confession, Jungkook darts his eyes anywhere but at you, biting his lip, “[Y/N], I… I don't feel that way about you…”

Your heart stings a bit, but not nearly as much as you thought it would’ve. You don’t feel like you’ve just been rejected, but rather, like you’ve been set free. It’s relieving and liberating, and you’re surprised when you realize you aren’t at all disappointed to the extent you’d expected to be, “Oh.” 

“Do you still want to watch the movie with me? I understand if you need time,” but you assure him you’re fine. 

The two of you make it through the horror movie you’d picked, barely flinching because of your lack of focus on the silver screen. You didn’t feel like crying, and you weren’t upset, just… numb 

Jungkook drops you off after a quick drive through dinner, holding your wrist and staring at you with his doe eyes, “Hey, we’re cool, right?”

“Of course we are! I just needed to get that off my chest. Don’t worry about it, okay/” you soothe, and it’s kind of awkward how you’re consoling him after he’d “broken your heart”.

When you walk in to see Taehyung sprawled out on your couch, you’re overjoyed, He turns to you, expecting to see your tear-stain cheeks of heartbreak, but instead he’s greeted by your blank face and open arms, your small figure running to hug him. “Did he accept your confession?”

“No, he rejected me,” you sigh, squeezing him tighter.

“You’re so strong, [Y/N]. He doesn't know what he's missing…” pulling you tighter to him so he can comfort you.

“Thanks, Tae,” you pause, feeling the delayed emotions bubble up, “Y’know, I feel really dumb for getting so worked up over nothing.” Your tears building up as he smooths over your hair.

“Don’t say that, you’re incredibly smart, just like you’re unbelievably gorgeous, and so, so kind,” whispering while he starts to sway you side to side and pulls away a bit. “And before you say something like how he would never fall for someone like you, don’t. What would you be saying about my [Y/N], huh?”

You snort, trying to go back to hugging him, but he keeps you at a distance, “That she fell for the wrong guy,” a melancholy giggle after you utter the words that held more truth than they should’ve.

Taehyung nods, “I’ll say.”

“Rude!”

“I'm not joking,” he deadpans, eyes fiery, but still somehow sweet and loving, “If I could bring down a star for you, I'd do it twice. I just don’t know why you keep chasing Jungkook when I’m right here, waiting for you,” his voice fading into a whisper, embarrassed. He just spilled his heart to you, and you were just staring at him, blankly. He should’ve expected that you didn’t like him back, but he’d hoped, “Why can’t you just choose me instead?”

“I want to,” you loosen your arms around him, “I’m just not ready yet,” feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. You liked Taehyung, you were sure, but Jungkook still owned so much of your heart, like he had for so long. You couldn’t just move on from something like that.

“Then I’ll wait for you, whether it’s a week or two years, until you’re ready.”

He didn’t have to wait two years.

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Jin never imagined to have fallen so deeply so fast. Within a week of his month-long vacation, he had found you. It was your first day on the job and you were scrambling to complete his 7-drinks-and-7-pastries order alone. Luckily he was the only one in line, but your trainer decided you had had enough experience to leave you alone for five minutes while he took a call. It turns out that you didn’t have enough experience and Jin was sure you had put caramel in an iced americano by accident. Seokjin had felt bad and tried to decrease the number of items in his order to help, but you refused. You were determined to fully complete it and show you were capable of the job. 

Something about your downturned lips and knitted eyebrows as you concentrated, lit a flame inside Jin’s chest. When he realized this was a losing battle, he attempted to cheer you up with a cheesy pun. It was the smile you beamed at him that got his breath caught in his throat. He suddenly was thankful he had lost at rock-paper-scissors. 

His eyes fluttered closed as he pursed his plump lips against your soft skin. Your back was pressed against his chest. His kisses slowly traveled upwards toward your jaw as he engraved this moment in his memories. Your hands glided across his honey-skinned arms until your palms were resting on the back of his hands. Your fingers interlaced with his crooked ones, quiet giggles leaving your lips when Jin kissed the spot behind your ear. The sound made his heart tingle and he kissed the same spot to elicit the beautiful noise again.

He reluctantly pulled his mouth from you as you turned your head. The corner of your eyes crinkled slightly when your lips morphed into a smile. His hands involuntarily squeezed your sides at the sight. The fluorescent kitchen lights didn’t do justice to your breathtaking eyes.

It was then he decided he would succumb to you. 

He was scheduled to leave for a year-long tour tomorrow. It was insensitive to keep you next to him when he knew he would have to depart in a few hours. However, he couldn’t find the strength to leave your small apartment. The warmth from your body was soothing. He was never supposed to fall for someone while still an idol. He had told himself that he’d settle down officially once he retired. He wanted to be able to put all his attention on his significant other and the family he hoped to build with them. 

He was tempted to break it off with you before he departed so you weren’t left waiting for him, but he couldn’t let you go. He was too smitten to let you slip through his fingers like sand. Was it selfish to have you wait for him? Probably. Was he going to do anything about it? He had thought of one thing, though that included retiring early and he couldn’t abandon his brothers with such short notice. 

But weren’t you worth it?

He knew you must have noticed the small furrow of his brows as he fought with himself mentally. You gently rested your palm against his cheek, twisting slightly in his arms to do so. His head tilted into your touch. 

“You’re going to short-circuit with all the thinking you’re doing,” you teased and pecked another kiss on his lips. His eyes focused on yours, lips twitching at your comment but not forming their usual smile. Sighing silently, you turned in his grasp to face him properly. You raised your hands to rest on his shoulders while he placed his on your hips. He gently tugged your body closer until your chests were together. Feeling your body close to his always brought him comfort. And he could use that a lot right now.

“I don’t think I should go,” he murmured. Although his eyes were on yours, he wasn’t truly seeing you. 

“How come?” You questioned. He knew you knew the answer, but asked regardless to allow him to talk about his worries with you. You both have had this conversation before, but he was still caught up on making a decision—leaving you or leaving his members. 

“It’s too long of a wait. You’re going to get bored or upset or-”

“And what if I don’t?”

Jin shook his head and tore his gaze away from yours. “It’s inevitable. A year is too long away from each other. We haven’t even been together for a full month. We haven’t had the chance to really learn about each other. What if you forget about me? What if you realize this isn’t worth it?”

He understood these words were not new to you, yet you listened patiently as he voiced his concerns. He was grateful you allowed him the opportunity. He was sure you stayed up all night the day he told you about who he was, debating on these same issues. Could you truly wait for a man you’ve only known for three weeks? He thought the short time was crazy, but he has heard of people proposing three days into their relationship, so maybe he wasn’t so insane to feel so strongly about a person he barely knew. 

You were unique.

You played his heartstrings in ways that no one else had, creating a song solely meant for you both. It was mesmerizing, and he held onto this feeling as he hoped your decision was to wait for him. 

“It’s a possibility,” you replied truthfully. “But we’re not going to know if we don’t try. You could forget about me and realize it isn’t worth it, too, you know? With your busy schedule and countless people you run into... There could easily be another person you come across and see them as better than me.”

Jin was quick to disagree, “Not likely.”

“But you don’t know that,” you said almost in a sing-song manner. You playfully tapped the tip of his nose in hopes to keep the conversation light despite the serious topic. 

Jin stayed silent as he mulled over his thoughts again. 

“Are you willing to try?” You asked and ran your hands along the expanse of his shoulders. His shoulders relaxed under your touch when he realized how tense he was. 

There were a lot of possibilities that he didn’t like. One, you could break things off faster than he can say butter. Two, his mood may not be up to par and affect the team’s performances. Three, you could find someone else who would be there for you while he was on tour, but keep it a secret.

These were scenarios that scared him and made him want to stay in your apartment. If he left, he would be letting you slip out of his life. It was extreme but he didn’t want to take the risk. However, you were right. He couldn’t predict the future. Things could go south regardless of if he was away from you or not. He hoped they wouldn’t, but trying was more important than running away. He would regret letting you go but he would also regret letting his members go. Although it wasn’t fair for you, every relationship is a give-and-take. He just wasn’t sure he could balance both.

“Of course,” he replied as he raised his eyes to yours. The smile he loved so much appeared and by the way his heart hammered in his chest, he knew he had to try. 

“Then it’s settled,” you announced and tugged him closer. “I’ll video call you before every concert and if you have time, we can talk after, too.” 

Jin’s reply was stopped when you pressed your lips against his. You hummed contently as you both moved your lips to each other’s rhythm. 

“What-” Jin tried to speak. 

Kiss. 

“What if-”

Kiss. 

“Babe,” Jin laughed against your lips when you kept pulling him towards you. He held your hips firmly to indicate he wanted you to stay still. While he loved your lips on his, he knew you were trying to distract him. He watched as you stared at him with a pout as you waited. 

“What if you’re too tired to talk? We may be in different time zones.”

“Pffft. Time zones, slime jones,” you scoffed and went to kiss him again only for him to turn his face at the last second, causing your lips to peck his cheek instead. You grumbled and crossed your arms against your chest. 

“It won’t matter,” you continued. “I’ll always have time to talk to you.”

Seokjin stared at you for a moment, stifling his laugh at your child-like stance. He gently grabbed your forearms and uncrossed your arms from your body. He slid his hands down to your hands, intertwining your fingers together before pulling them behind your back. His chest was pressed against yours, caging you between his arms. He just wanted to feel you close for as long as possible before he had to leave.

“That’s sweet, but I’m sure there'll be times when you don’t pick up because you’re asleep,” he responded, voice low. 

“Wanna bet?” You challenged. Jin chuckled and lowered his face toward yours.

“Wanna lose?” He countered, lips ghosting yours teasingly. You scoffed and leaned into his kiss, only for him to pull away before you could fully press your lips to his. He noticed the way you suppressed the whine bubbling in your throat. He silently wished you didn’t.

“When I win,” you corrected. “You owe me a back massage.”

“Can’t I just give you a signed album? You know those are pretty expensive? I wouldn’t be upset if you sold it.” He teased. 

“No,” you replied firmly. He sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his lips. It was worth a shot.

“And if you lose, you cook me dinner.”

“Fine. Deal,” you said hurriedly. 

“That easy?” Jin smirked, pulling away from your second attempt to kiss him. You tried to pull him closer, but your arms were locked behind your back. Jin’s lips curled upward at your failed attempt.

“Shut up and seal this bet with a kiss,” you huffed, getting impatient at his constant teasing. 

“That’s cheesy.”

“Does it look like I care? Just k- Hmph!”

Seokjin’s smile widened at the cute noise, soaking up the feeling of your body against his as your mouths glided against each other’s. He felt your body instantly relax in his arms at his touch; his eyes fluttering close as he focused on everything you both were feeling through the kiss. There were risks staying in this relationship, but he didn’t know a relationship without any. 

Seokjin’s grip loosened and you took the opportunity to break free from Jin’s trap. Your arms slithered around his body, taking a moment to feel his solid muscles beneath his shirt. Jin’s heartbeat was rapid at every touch and glide from your hands. Too many thoughts were roaming through his mind, but when you tangled your fingers in his hair, everything came to a halt. He could only sense you. 

Your touch, your smell, your warmth. 

Tonight he would allow himself to be selfish. 

Tonight he wouldn’t think about the inevitable. 

He tilts his head; there is an odd familiarity about the name.

“What the hell,” he mumbles, tapping the link.

A browser window immediately opens and he is taken to your page. It’s just a dark blank page, but for an embedded video screen in the middle. He scrolls up and down, finding no information whatsoever about the page. How mysterious. He really hopes Namjoon isn’t trying to infect his phone with viruses.

Yoongi’s eyes move to the video. It’s dark, but for the luminous play icon in the middle, taunting him. A thought briefly crosses his mind, to close the browser and go to sleep, but he is in too deep now. His curiosity is piqued, he knows he cannot not find out what the video is all about.

He presses play.

Static fills the screen, and slowly a music beat starts, echoing in the background. Yoongi immediately recognises it as the opening beat for Cypher Pt.2.

The moment J-Hope’s verse comes on, the static disappears to reveal you, naked on a plain bed. The camera angle is such that your face is not visible; only your legs and the part in between, and the peaks of your nipples are in view.

우린 일곱 마리 늑대, 함성이란 양들을 몰이 We’re seven wolves, herding the sheep that are the applause

지금부터 보이는 고장 난 랩들 견인해가지 We tow away the broken raps we see from now

우린 계속 진격, 비트 위의 거인 We keep advancing, a giant on the beat

You are writhing along to Hoseok’s voice, your hands travelling up and down your body, before resting on top of your nipples, plucking them. A particular hard tug elicits a moan that Yoongi hears loud and clear amidst the rap. One of your hands reaches out of sight, only to return with a vibrator. Yoongi is hypnotised.

난 랩 와이퍼, 완전 싸이코 I’m rap wiper, a total psycho

내가 다이서라면 임마 난 다이스 다 있어 If I were a dicer, hey, I would have all the dice

Your legs open up right on time with RM’s first words. Both your hands reach down, one to part your folds, the other to place the toy on your sex. Your body jerks up at the first contact, your gasp loud enough to mingle erotically with Namjoon’s rough voice.

히히하하 뛰뛰빵빵 시속 300 나가

Heeheehaha beep beep, I go at the speed of 300km/hr

Your back arches as you run the vibrator along your slit. Your legs keep parting wider and wider, as your moans get louder. Yoongi gulps. He has gotten hard and he cannot resist anymore. Keeping his eyes glued on his phone, he shuffles to pull down his pyjama pants, freeing his erection. He wraps his fingers around it as you insert the tip of your vibrator in.

“Fuck,” he groans, at the same time as you whine at the breach.

You start to pleasure yourself with the toy, your legs in an erotic V for your viewers’ vouyeristic enjoyment. As RM’s rap picks up, so does your hand, and Yoongi strokes himself faster, keeping in rhythm with the pace of your wrist.

I’m da king, I’m the god so where ma emperors at?

I parachute on my Neverland,

I’mma peter pan, so this will never end

You know when I ride on my G5 you sit first class and satisfy and I keep giggling

You plunge the vibrator in, your body jerks almost violently, your other hand gripping your thighs so tight your fingernails leave marks. Your hand then freezes, leaving your sex pulsating around the toy, squeezing out your juices down to the sheet underneath you.

Yoongi has to stop stroking, he has subconsciously decided he will only orgasm along with you. He squeezes the base of his shaft, half smirking when you pull out your toy and your body shudders at the edging you give yourself. He imagines you are breathing heavily, your breasts heaving beyond your shaking legs.

누구 때문에? 제이홉 때문에 Because of whom? Because of j-hope

누구 때문에? 랩몬 때문에 Because of whom? Because of Rap Mon

다시 누구 때문에? 슈가 때문에 Again, because of whom? Because of SUGA

우리 셋이 모여서 새 시대를 외쳐 Three of us, gathered, shout the new generation

Yoongi’s part is next, and you are so whiny now, your lusty moans sound more desperate. He somehow knows you have been working yourself to his verse. There is a sick sense of pride blooming in him that you are pleasuring yourself to a song he co-wrote.

Your free hand releases your thigh, the marks your nail leaves on your flesh are so red and raw he cannot take his eyes off of them. He is gripping his phone tightly, his veins blue against his pale skin. His breath catches when he hears a whisper from you the moment his own verse starts.

Did you just moan his name?

Yoongi suddenly remembers Namjoon’s advice. He pauses the video then scrambles to get his AirPods from his desk, then he kicks off his pyjamas pants completely. He has half a mind to ensure the Bluetooth is connected properly, before he turns the volume all the way up. Sitting back on his bed, with his fingers back around his shaft, he rewinds the video and presses play.

내 도메인 dopeman.com My domain is dopeman.com

마이크로 여럿 혼냈지 I scolded many with my mic

언행은 족쇄 같어 Your speech and actions are like shackles

내 죄명은 혀로 폭행 The name of my charge is “assault with tongue”

“Fuck,’ he breathes out as he throws his head back against the headboard. He did not hear wrongly, you did moan out his name. It was such a soft whisper, but so sensual that it burns his body even more. He feels his climax coming again, and gritting his teeth, he holds it at bay. He forces himself to slow down and levels his breathing.

The vibrator returns to assault you. You shove it right in and Yoongi swears he hears a squelching sound when you do so. He has never been so envious and jealous of an inanimate object. You continue to pump yourself, your pace matching Suga’s flow and rhythm in the track.

Yoongi licks his lips. He does not miss the way your thighs fell sideways to open yourself up to your viewers. He does not miss the little shakes that jiggle your flesh. He definitely does not miss how your moans getting louder by the second, and how he wishes you would say his name again.

니 여친도 홀리는 내 목소린 좀 꼴림 My voice, which bewitches even your girlfriend, gets them horny

There it is, Yoongi gets his wish. You WHINE out his name, and he groans, wanting to close his eyes to fantasize himself being there, replacing that vibrator with his own shaft. Fuck, he’d even please you on camera if that was what it would take. But he forces his eyes open, focusing on your ministrations you are doing to your own body and the carnal sounds coming out of your sweet mouth.

Your hand is moving faster pumping that stupid toy into you. He knows it, he can feel it, you are working to get to your release at the same time as his rap climaxes. He pants, the anticipation builds more and more pressure in his sack.

내가 어디까지 가나 봐라 Watch how far I go

썩은 뿌릴 싹 다 갈아엎어 I plow the rotten roots out completely

“Aaah, Yoongi!”

Fuck, fuck, you sound so fucking whiny, calling him like that. 

“Cum for me, come on,” he eggs you on. It is getting to the best part, the part where ARMY cheers the loudest and his brothers hype him the most on stage. Now it is also the part where you are going to reach your ecstasy, because of his rap, and his name your only chant of lustful bliss. Fuck.

“Yoongi! Yoongi!” Your other hand goes to rub your sensitive button viciously as you wail his name over and over,

“That’s it, cum for me, cum.” He orders you with a firm voice, but his hand is shaky. He is stroking himself fast and hard, the liquid leaking out from his tip providing the lubricant and he pretends it was your juices instead.

아껴 쓰고 나눠 쓴 flow를 받아쓰고 또 그걸 다시 쓰는 너 You, who uses someone else’s the flow that was used frugally and shared and yet again reuses it

hey beat 쪽 팔린 줄 알어 너 Hey bitches, you should know your shame

Your shriek fills his ears as you finally tip over. Your hand that is holding the vibrator stops pumping, but Yoongi is certain your inner walls are pulsating wildly around the toy. Your body convulses, your legs kick out a few times, and it is at the loudest and final scream of his own name that Yoongi finally lets go.

He does not know how, but he keeps his eyes open and on you as white liquid spurts and stains his tshirt. He pants as he watches your hands crumple to your sides, and your legs shudder. And your toy, shiny and slick from your fluids, rolls off to the end of the bed. He can hear you breathing shakily, recovering from the short but intense orgasm. He tugs himself, squeezing out his own release to the last drop. The song is drawing to the end.

난 니 음악의 커리어 동맥에 마침표를 그어 I draw the period onto the artery of your music career

“Fuck, Yoongi.” You breathe out, followed by a sweet chuckle, making it Yoongi’s turn to whine.

Then the video goes back to black.

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Song translation from doolsetbangtan.  Published on 25062021.

It had been a long time since you’d been to your hometown, so long you barely recognized it as you drove in with your fiancé. Streets you once ran around on as a child—knowing each backstreet like the back of your hand—now seemed like the paths of a maze; roads that stirred distant memories of laughter and joy. 

Eyes catching new shops where your favorite childhood hangouts once stood, a dull ache laced with both nostalgia and discomfort begins to stir within you. It seems the town had decided to be more modern… more suburban you guessed. It kind of made you sad if you were honest with yourself. You were expecting to return to the home you once loved, and to be bathed in the memories of each corner, shop, and alley.

Becoming more frustrated with each new sight you didn’t recognize, you sink into your seat releasing a sigh. Crossing your arms loosely over your chest, you look down at your knees. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you pondered what your neighborhood would look like. You hoped against hope that at least that small corner of your memories wouldn’t be betrayed. 

“You okay?”

Catching your attention, you look to the side at your fiancé who had turned to look at you as he made a stop at a red light. His handsome features twisted into concern, which brought a small smile to your lips. Softly nodding, you try to assuage his worries.

“I’m fine, Seokjin. Just realizing how long it’s been since I was home is all,” melancholy weaving into your voice, gaze forlornly sweeping out the windows of the vehicle again. 

“Changed that much, huh?” eyes still on you, every so often shuffling to make sure the street light hadn’t changed yet. 

You nod, watching as a couple of teenage girls walk with some name brand iced coffees in their hands, eyes glued to their phones, as they giggled about something mundane. Feeling like a creep for staring, you shake your head and look back at the man by your side. “It’s definitely changed.... too much.”

God, you’d never identified with a boomer harder than you did at this very moment. Words of when I was kid at the tip of your tongue, wanting to rant about all the things you remembered as a kid and how it had been ruined now. You’d never regretted leaving home before, not until this moment. All of your treasured spots, destroyed by gentrification. How depressing. 

But then you look at what you had gained from your departure from home and you realize how silly you’re being. You had found tons of struggle out in the world on your own. Learned what it was like to truly live in a woman’s world; having to work twice as hard for half the pay of a man; earning the way you had to always be cautious and on the lookout for dangers that lurked around every corner when the sun went down; learned how to pick yourself back up and work harder, when you were passed up on a promotion in favor of the manager’s son. 

But you made it through every obstacle. You were a fighter, and never shied away from fighting to get what you wanted. To deal with the dangers of walking around at night, you took self defense classes. You quit the job that underpaid you. And when the manager at that other job finally offered you that promotion, you gave them your two weeks. You decided to take a position at a startup company that saw your worth, valued your opinions and took your ideas into consideration. A company where you were promoted and given more power to help it grow. It had grown into a multimillion-dollar business. Whose technology had been implemented in every hospital in the country. And the genius behind its creation and production sat by your side.

Kim Seokjin had been a godsend. You’d bumped into him one night at a bar after a particularly rough day of work. You had dropped into the seat beside him, not sparing a single glance his way as you ordered a beer. Shoulders slumping, you rubbed at your eyes in frustration pushing your tears back in. Noticing your distress, he reached out to you. He asked after your well being, taking you by surprise. Cautiously you spoke to him that night, only to be pleasantly surprised by his kind nature. While sharing the struggles of your days with each other, he brought up his start up and how he was looking to fill the position. Handing you a card before you both parted ways, he offered you a position without even knowing your qualifications. 

Long story short, you took the position, worked your way up and fell in love with the company's CEO. Of course, there were those that always felt the need to fill the office with unnecessary drama. Hushed whispers in the break rooms, and muttered words across the cubicles of how you had slept your way to the top. But you shrugged them all off, no water off a duck’s back right? Besides, how do you sleep your way to the top of a tiny startup? There was no top or bottom. The tomfoolery of the envious, honestly.

The car jerking into motion brings you back to the present. Blinking the memories of the past decade or so out of the way. Vision returning to your present day home town, suddenly not so bothered by the changes. Your home had grown up and adapted, just as you had. That thought alone brings a smile to your face. A hand slipping over your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, making you completely beam as you take Jin's hand in your own ringed hand. Placing a soft kiss on the back of his hand, as you hold it tenderly in your lap, his quiet laugh filling the space in the car as you continued on your way.

Some ten minutes later, you pull up the front of your childhood home; warmth filling your chest as you notice how little it’s changed. Aside from a few cosmetic changes it was still the same. And there they were, all the memories rushing in at once. The feelings you had been anticipating finally hit you. Now you felt like you were truly home as you were surrounded by all the wonderful memories of your childhood. 

A gentle hand on your lower back brings you back, you smile up at Jin who stands by your side. A reassuring smile adorns his plush lips, as he rubs small circles on your back in a show of support and affection.

“You ready?”

Taking one large lung full of air, you hold it for a couple beats before deflating and nodding up at him. The steadying warmth of his hand on your lower back fills you with all the confidence you needed as you made your way up the stone patch. 

Worries of how your family would react to you being back niggling the back of your mind. You tried to keep in touch as much as you could but there were times it was almost impossible due to financial stability or work load. Damn, a small bit of guilt began to bloom in your chest. So you stand frozen, finger just a few inches from the doorbell. Maybe you should’ve called before showing up. 

Sensing your internal struggle, Jin wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. Plush lips press to the crown of your head leaving a quick kiss. “Everything’s going to be fine, babe,” he whispers into your hair. 

“How do you know? I mean- I’ve been gone so long… they have to be angry with me. What if they think I don't care?” you fret, teeth gnawing at the inside of your bottom lip, hands twisting into the hem of your shirt, wrinkling the smooth fabric in the anxiety. 

Chuckling softly, the arm around you turns you to face the tall male. Eyes roam your face, a warmth in them that always somehow seem to soothe your nerves. And sooth they did as you could feel your worries begin to ebb away. 

“Hey, none of that,” he chastises, as he presses his hand lightly to your jaw, thumb tugging your bottom lip down. “You’re going to chew yourself raw. And we don’t want that. I don’t want you hurting yourself.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips as if to soothe away any stinging there.

Your lips can’t help but spread into a smile at how he was being such a mother hen. He was always like this, not just with you but with his employees as well. It’s what made him such a good boss, and an even better partner. Lady luck was feeling extremely generous the day she led you to Jin in that quaint bar.

Returning your smile, he quickly places multiple kisses around your face—on your nose, your cheeks, and your forehead. Arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close, as you giggle at the onslaught of kisses he bestowed you with. The sound of his mirth joining yours, pulling back to hold your cheeks gently. Eyes looking into your own as he assures you, “Everything is going to be fine, so stop stressing for once. We’re here to relax okay?”

Sighing, you nod with a smile still perched on your face. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Of course, I am. And the most handsome!” all the confidence in the world seeping out of his words, smugness painting over his pretty features. 

You scoff playfully, smacking his arm. “And yet you like claiming you’re humble,” shaking your head you turn back to the door and ring the doorbell without hesitation. 

“Well, I’m not bragging if it’s a fact,” comes his witty retort which has your eyes rolling. This was nothing new with him, the man knew he was good looking. I mean you’d have to be blind to not think so as well. But you know, can’t let his ego inflate too big. 

“I don’t know… I've seen better looking,” you shrug nonchalantly as you press the doorbell again, hoping someone was actually home. Yeah, you definitely should’ve called ahead. 

“What? Where? Who is he!? Wait, are you talking about that kid in marketing? What’s his name?” he instantly barrages you with a succession of questions, jealousy bleeding into his tone. “That pretty boy with the deep voice! You-”

He’s suddenly cut off by the jingling of a handle and the lock being turned, as the door swings open. Your mother stands before you, surprise marring her features. Features that remained the same after all these years, a few wrinkles showing her age joined the painting that was your mother’s face. You’d pictured—imagined—scenarios of seeing her again, of how it would go but the feelings you felt now were far more intense than anything your mind could conjure up. . 

You were sure the shock she wore was mirrored by you, as you stood there taking the other in. Your heart hammered away at your chest, pumping emotions into every vein throughout your body until it began to leak out of your eyes. As the first drop made it’s journey down your cheek, you stepped forward prompting your mother to mirror your actions, crashing into each other's arms. You didn’t realize you could miss someone so much and up until that point had been unaware that you had missed being held in the arms of your mother.

You could feel her tears seep through the shirt on your shoulder, happy greetings and words blubbered in excitement. Laughing you pull back enough to look at her, a watery smile greeting you. 

“I’ve missed you, Momma,” your voice trembling with the emotions overtaking you. 

“I’ve missed you too, sweet pea. I’m so happy to see you safe and healthy. I was worried you weren’t eating well this whole time. I know how you can get, you get too involved in what you’re working on and forget to eat,” your mother rambles on, word vomit just pouring out of her. All the words she hasn’t been able to share with you now fill the space between you. As a teenager you would’ve been annoyed, but now as a grown adult you were endeared by her light nagging. 

“She still does that,” Jin's voice catching both of your attention. “Not eat, I mean.”

You turn to him, a self-satisfied smile on his lips, and an incredulous look on yours. Wow, not even two minutes, and he was already selling you out to your mother. You shake your head at him, eyes trying to signal for him to stop. He simply chuckles back.

“Oh is that right?” Your mother gives you a look, before looking back at your handsome partner. “And who might this be?” Eyebrows raise in question to you. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry. Momma, this is my, um, fiancé, Kim Seokjin. Jin this is my mother,” you awkwardly introduce them. Biting the corner of your lip as you look at your mother out of the corner of your eye. 

She looks at you, surprised at your engaged status, which you hadn’t had the chance to bring up during the brief, rare calls home. You can see the message hidden in her eyes, we’ll talk about this later, before turning to Jin. “It's a pleasure to finally meet you. My, you’re a handsome one.”

You close your eyes and internally groan before turning to Jin pointing a cocky smile your way. He sure was annoying when he was proven right. Gloating prick.

He gives you a quick eyebrow wiggle before turning to smile at your mother. “You’re too kind, really,” acting embarrassed, as he rubs the back of his neck and bows in gratitude once more.

“Oh! And he’s modest!” your mothers cheers delightedly.

Wow, he pulled the fake modesty card. You shake your head at him as you quietly scoff, lips almost quirked in a smile, as he winks at you. He was something else. But he was your something else. He was worth it. Headaches, terrible jokes and all.

“So… is anyone else home?” you questioned, curious as to whether your father, or if any of your siblings, were around. You weren’t sure if they’d be as welcoming as your mother, but her warmth and acceptance of you returning gave you the confidence to continue forward. 

Your mother nods at you excitedly, wrapping an arm around yours and moving you towards the door. Jin follows behind amused as your mother explains how one of your aunts was visiting with her family, and how a couple of your siblings were in town. She went a mile a minute, spewing out even the latest family gossip—your father’s brother had cheated on his wife, your cousin had come out of the closet after being caught mid act (“What a scandalous event that was!”) and even how your mother’s eldest sister had beat breast cancer. 

You sighed happily as you let your mother lead the way, Jin flanking behind you. Man it felt good to be home.

“We got incredibly lucky,” you said loudly, as you placed a small pile of folded clothes in a drawer. Pacing back over to the suitcase on the bed, pulling out your underwear to place in the same drawer to one side. 

“What?” Jin called from the room over. 

“I said we got lucky!” you replied, voice louder than before.

“Lucky?”

“Yeah. We‘re lucky they didn’t charge a cancellation fee at the hotel.” 

Your mother, after making the rounds with the family, had insisted you stay in your old room. You were surprised that it had remained as you had left it. You were sure it would’ve been turned into a home gym by now, or a man cave for your brother that was still home. The fact that it was still intact, filled you with emotion. Your mother must have held out hope you’d come back, so when she insisted you agreed, unable to deny her request.

Of course there was the task of cancelling your hotel reservation, which everyone knows last minute cancellations come with some hefty cancellation fees. You felt bad as you had dialed the number on your cell, but Jin assured you it was fine and was worth it if you were happy. 

As Jin worked on unloading the luggage, you spoke with the concierge who upon looking up the reservation, gifted you with the surprise of not incurring a late fee. You had been surprised and tried to verify the cancellation policy to which the male on the other end confirmed there would be no charge and wished you a pleasant day. You returned the sentiment as you hung up and looked at your partner in mild stupor before relaying the information to which he raised his eyebrows and shrugged, bringing in the rest of your belongings. 

“You're still stuck on that?” he points out, humor ringing in his voice. 

“Well, isn’t it a bit surprising to you?” you huff, cheeks puffing a bit in a pout. 

“I guess…” he trails off momentarily. You could hear the gears turning before he returned with, “Maybe it’s because they saw who I was.”

“What? Why would that matter?” You had a feeling you knew where this was going, and could already feel your eyes preemptively rolling.

“Because, I’m the youngest, most handsome CEO in the nation.” A wheezing laugh following his words, almost sounding like windshield wipers.

Your eyes roll so hard, you see the back of your skull, and into an alternate universe. Why did you put up with him again? And as the sound of a door opening fills the space, you remember one of the reasons as he walks through the door. Towel wrapped loosely around his hips, muscles flexing as he rubbed his hair dry with another towel, he stood in all his glory. Your eyes chase drops of water running down his wet skin, swallowing hard where they disappear into the material knotted around his narrow hips. 

“Sweetheart, you’re making me blush with all the ogling,” he chuckles smugly. “I get it though.”

You snap out of your daze, eyes narrowing at his cocky face in annoyance. Shaking your head, you choose to ignore him—turning back to your bag, grabbing some of your toiletries to place on the dresser. Distracted by your task you don’t notice Jin walk up behind you, until you’re tugged back into his wet torso. 

“You know,” he mutters into your ear, “I haven’t forgotten that little quip from earlier.” One of his large hands slides up your body, finding its home wrapped around your jaw. He tilts your head back into his shoulder, his other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you further into his form. “You think that kid in the office is better looking than me.”

You take a few calming breaths, body becoming alert with excitement as Jin invades your space. Every word and touch begins to stir desire within you.

“I never said that. You assumed… you know what they say about when you assume,” you can’t help but gibe, lips tugging up in a smirk.

A growl rumbles through you as the grip on your jaw tightens slightly. “Don't be a smart ass… I’ve seen the way you look at him, when you think no one is aware. I’m not an idiot.” 

You chuckle, unable to help yourself. His jealous words turn you on more than they should. 

“I can’t help it if he’s pretty to look at,” you state complacently.

“Pretty?” he chuckles at your audacity, grip tightening slightly around your jaw. Swinging your jaw away from the direction of his face, the feel of his lips brushing the shell of your ear makes you shiver. “You do look at him. Tell me, do you fantasize about him?”

Your eyes shut, the warmth of his breath traveling through your trapped body; an aching starting to pulse between your thighs. Hands moving back to rest on his towel covered thighs to help maintain balance, but more importantly to assist in feeling grounded.

“You do, don't you…?” His nose nuzzles at your ear, lips pressing behind your ear. “Is that why you stare? Because you imagine what it would be like to have him inside you?” the arm wrapped around your waist loosens, hand traveling south to the apex of your thighs. 

You bite your lip, unable to answer his questions. His touch leaves trails of flames wherever they roam, burning any words from you. His words are simmering your blood. 

“Is your silence an admission?” he says with a slight edge to his voice. “You imagine him sliding into you? Taking you? As if you're his?” His grip on your jaw moves to your throat, fingers wrapping deliciously around the smooth muscle and flesh. 

“You’ll never be his,” he hisses. The hand between your thighs grips your core tightly, a whine escaping your lips at the slight pain and pleasure. “This,” grip tightening for emphasis, “is mine! Your cunt belongs to me. My cock will be the only one to ever claim it,” Jin growls into your ear, hips pressing his hard member into your ass. 

Fuck, that was enough to ruin your underwear. His words release the floodgates, slick escaping your lower lips to soak your panties. The growl rumbling against your back, and vibrating in your ear has your mind blanking for a moment, thighs clenching involuntarily around his wrist.

“Turned on by that?” he crows, self gratification filling every word. “Do you like hearing me claim you? The affirmation that no other man will ever ruin this pretty pussy like me?”

Your breath hitches, a strong pulse running through your body like seismic activity relaying that an eruption is imminent. With the way Jin is rutting into your back, hand gently petting your mound, it was only a matter of time before he had you bursting in ecstasy. 

His lips lightly trail up and down the shell of your ear, removing his hand from your throat to grip at your jaw and tilt your face up at him. Faces so close, your noses brush, breaths intermingling. He pulls back his head, looking down at you as the corner of his lip lifts in smirk just as he shoves his other hand under the band of your underwear. Long, warm fingers softly run over your lips, massaging gentle circles into them. 

Licking his luscious lips, he hisses when one his fingers swipes between your lips. “Fuck,” he groans, biting his thick lip. “You’re this wet from a few words... '' A finger swirling around your opening, spreading your juices. The digit slides up to your sensitive nub, giving it the same attention. Pressing down with a bit of pressure, rolling it around making you arch your back, eyes clenching. 

You feel Jin nudge your nose with his own, brushing his lips against yours. Eyes fluttering open, they meet his dark eyes, completely blow black from his arousal. Pink muscle slipping from his lips, sliding across yours teasingly while his hips slowly press against yours to get a bit of relief as your hands grip the towel resting over his flexing thighs. Your lips part, inviting his devilish tongue in, the prelude of you parting your legs for his length. 

Taking the invitation, Jin shoves his tongue into your awaiting mouth. The moist muscle wrestling with yours as you kiss each other desperately. Both of you beyond the point of slow and steady when he shoves two digits into your core, his mouth trapping the groan he rips out of you. With no patience, the digits set a steady pace as his palm presses into your clit. Your hips buck at the sudden onslaught of stimulation. Your lips crash against each other like waves, teeth clacking as you try to get closer. 

He pulls back from the kiss provoking a whine from you. His jaw clenches as his fingers fuck into your hole, scissoring your walls, preparing you for him. You press your ass into him, feeling how hard he is, your walls quiver around his fingers. 

“No more,” you moan quietly. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Too much?” he lazily grins down at you, grinding the palm of his palm down on your nub.

Your eyebrows pinch at the stimulation, lips parting without a sound escaping before you’re able to gather your senses again. “No… no more foreplay.” Your lusty gaze meets his, your chest heaving as you try to even it out. “I want you inside me now,” reaffirming how it was only him you wanted. 

He pulls you into a hard kiss, pulling his hand out of your pants. Releasing your jaw, he yanks your pants and underwear down your thighs. Lifting your legs to kick them off, he rotates your bodies to walk you back into the bed, nearly ripping your shirt off you. You almost fall as your legs hit the bed, ripping his lips from yours. You both gasp for air as you stare at each other for a moment. 

His hand slides into your hair, scratching soothingly at your scalp before gripping it in a firm hold. Turning your face to the side, he leans in, licking a stripe up your neck to your ear. He takes the lobe of your ear between his teeth teasingly tugging it. Pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear, he nuzzles the hair behind it, breath tickling your ear pleasurably.

“Turn around. I want you bent over this bed, with your ass in the air for me. I want to see how your cunt weeps for me.” 

His words strike a hard cord within you, goosebumps appearing all over your flesh. You bite your lip, turning your body away from him and move into position. Feeling it wasn’t enough, he uses the grip on your strands to push you down further into the comforter, back completely arched now. 

Strands slipping between his fingers as he removes his hand, the other palms your ass cheek, pulling it to the side to look at your core. The groan that leaves him makes you clench. 

“Look how pretty… so wet and inviting. Look how your hole clenches, begging for my dick.” His other hand grabs onto the opposite cheek, pulling it away to open you even more to him. Pressing his hips to yours, he slots his length against your soaked lips. Slowly rubbing his member up and down, lubricating himself with your slick.

Every word makes you clench, the desire raging inside you growing desperate for him to fill you. Every throb of the thick shaft almost makes you delirious. 

Eyes previously squeezed shut flutter open, as your hands grip the comforter. A childish print catches your attention, suddenly the realization hits you. You’re back at your childhood home, in a house full of relatives. You weren’t alone in this house, and they weren’t asleep. Now that you had awareness, you could hear them beyond the door chattering. You had let lust get away with you. 

“Jin wait…” you hiss.

He stops all movement, one of hands gently petting your lower back. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” worry slipping into his words.

“No no. You didn’t hurt me. I just… I realized we’re not alone. We can’t do this here. My family is right out there,” you explain in a loud whisper, trying to look at him over your shoulder.

Silence reigns for a moment.

“So?” Jin's single word pierces the quiet.

“What?” you question, baffled by his nonchalance.

“What does that matter?” He shifts before pressing against you, the head of his cock prodding at your bud. He leans over your back, hands resting on your hips. “It doesn’t bother me, and it never has to you either. You never complain when I fuck you in my office, surrounded by all of our coworkers... our employees.” 

You swallow hard.

“In fact, you love initiating it. Teasing me in front of them, riling me up.” His hips thrust, length slipping between your lower lips, cushioned comfortably between them.

“T-that’s different.” you try to argue, but his throbbing manhood against you makes it hard. “Thi-this is my family… who I haven't seen in a long time. I can’t h-have them thinking badly of me.”

He’s quiet but for a minute before wrapping a hand around your mouth. “Then you better keep quiet,” is the quick warning he hisses in your ear as he pushes his length into you.

His hand traps the sound of your yelp. Your walls stretch deliciously but sting at his abrupt intrusion as he buries himself completely. He doesn’t move, allowing you to adjust, placing gentle kisses over your shoulder. His hand massages circles into your hip. 

Unable to verbally notify him it was okay to move, you opt for using your hips as you push back against him. Getting the hint, his hips pull back slowly before pushing back in at the same agonizingly passive pace. Lips still pressing kisses to your soft skin, hips lazily snapping into you . 

You whine, wanting more. 

“Needy already,” he chuckles and places one last kiss to your flesh before standing to his full height. Both hands now resting on your hips, pulling you back so he can grind himself inside your spongy walls. “Remember, not a sound. Your family is out there.”

What a jackass, you can’t help but think as you glare back at him, that damn cocky smile on his lips. You open your mouth to retort but it quickly snaps shut as he pulls back and snaps back in. The action was so hard, you almost thought he’d speared straight into your stomach. 

He slides out slowly again before plunging roughly back in. Filling you so completely, each hard impale burning pleasurably. Hands sliding to push your cheeks apart, he watches himself disappear between your folds as he sets a steady pace. 

The sound of your sex gushing with each probe of his shaft makes you grow wetter. Slick running down the inside of your thighs, as he pushes it out of you, clit pulsing with each invasion. 

It isn’t long before he angles his hips, in search of that spot he enjoys so much. It’s with one particular push that he finds it, as you lifted onto your toes and arched your back signaling him. A whine trapped behind teeth that bite down hard on your lips as he hits it again is all the confirmation he needs.

He sets about burrowing into you, head meeting that patch of spongy tissue over and over;building an inferno in the pit of your stomach with each visit. Your legs begin to tremble as you part your lips. 

“H-harder, please,” you quietly moan, almost breathless, trying to keep your volume down. 

“Whatever my baby wants, she gets.” His thrusts turn piercing. Hips smacking into yours hard, hands gripping you bruisingly hard. Over the smacks of your hips that filled the room, you can hear him groan softly with each shove. It made you clench around him, causing his hips to stutter briefly before returning to their bruising pace.

“Your pussy is so hot and wet. You're soaking my thighs baby,” he groans out, smacking into you harder. “Squeezing me so tight, begging me to fuck you harder.” 

A smack to your behind pulls a yelp from you. Panicking, you bring a hand to cover your mouth, hoping no one heard that. Worry niggling at you again before it’s promptly fucked right out of you by Jin's hips speeding up their brutal pace. 

“I wish I could hear you baby,” he rasps, sounding just as breathless as you are. “I want to hear you moan for me… begging to cum… I want to hear you scream my name.”

You feel the bed dip beside you, as he places a foot down. Elevating his leg, he creates a new angle to spear your core. Hands finding purchase above your hips, he anchors his hold, hips pulled back. 

“Remember… we don't want to get found out.”

With those words he pushes into you quickly and roughly. Each thrust drags you to and fro on the bed, rubbing your nipples raw against the material. His hips unrelenting in their assault of you. Pistoning deep, making sure to brush your g-spot with each insertion. 

His actions have you crying into the comforter, as it catches and cushions your cries, groans and mantras of his name. Hands clenching the material so tight, your fingers were going numb. You wanted to fuck back into him, but his tight grip on you and his brutal pace allowed no room to. 

“Fuck your so good to me. Your pussy is so perfect. So tight and warm. And it's. Only. Mine.” Accentuating each word with a sharp thrust. Laying his full claim to your core.

Fingers wrapping in your tangled strands, he guides you to stand, back leaning against his chest as the other hand grips your throat, fingers pressing down on your pressure points. The pressure fueling the fire of your impending orgasm, as the new angle only adds fuel to the already roaring wildfire. 

“Who does your cunt belong to?” he growls into your ear.

You hardly breath, nevermind gracing him with an answer. But as he adds pressure to your throat, you gasp out, “You.”

“That’s right,” he moans, self-satisfied, slowing his pace to grind into you slow and deep. “Mine. Only mine to ruin. Only mine to paint with my cum.” 

His words hit you hard, as you clench hard around him, groaning in sync with him as waves pulse through you. You were so close, you knew he could tell as the fingers previously tangled in your hair, now pressed circles into the bundle of nerves buried in your folds. 

You throw your head back, gasps of air leaving your parted lips. Your nails dig into the sweaty flesh of his thighs, hips bucking back into his. You try your hardest to not be too loud, as your face twists into nothing but pure pleasure. 

You were so close, so close you were quietly pleading Jin to cum. His name becomes a prayer on your lips, that fuels his own need. The sound of his name desperately falling from your lips makes him almost feral in the way he fucks you. Plunging into you so hard and fast, that the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping flesh could be heard through the room, the sound accompanied by the filthy sounds of your dripping arousal. 

A guttural moan leaves your lips, as he pinches your bud, which he promptly cuts off by slotting his mouth over yours. Kissing you greedly, wanting to swallow every wanton sound.

The next moment, a fire spreads through your veins, as your whole body seizes at the arrival of your orgasm. Loud moans of pleasure, swallowed as promised by Jin's mouth as he kisses you sloppily. Your hips buck into his digits as they continue to stimulate your nub. 

Jin’s hips continue to push through your ever tightening walls and begin to stutter in their assault, just before he pushes deep inside as you feel him paint your walls. Now it’s your turn to ingest all the sounds of his orgasm. The hand around your throat tightens, making you light headed with pleasure, as his other hand over stimulates your nub, thighs tightening to stop him. 

Milking himself dry, he soon slows down and comes to a complete stop. Pulling your lips apart, a string of saliva keeps your bruised lips connected. The grip around your hips sustains your standing position, as your legs feel weak post orgasm. 

Jin’s ever softening length, slips out of you making you both shiver. Gentle as he could be, he guides you to take a seat on the bed. 

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you at all?” He looks you over, checking for any bruises from his manhandling.

This is what made him such an amazing lover. How caring he is about his partner after making love to them. It was always so fascinating to see him turn from domineering to self-effacing. Always taking care to ask how you felt after, soothing any places he may have gone too far and holding you gently in his arms. 

It simply warms your heart, as you smile up at his broad shouldered form standing before you. Placing a hand over the one he’d placed on your cheek and giving it a reassuring squeeze, you say, “I’m fine, Jin. I always am when I'm with you,” 

He beams down at you just before he places a kiss lovingly on your forehead. Thumb caressing your cheek, resting his forehead against yours. A warmth radiating from his eyes as he traps you in his gaze. 

“I love you.”

Your heart skips a beat at the words said so simply, stomach a buzz with a storm of bees. You would never tire of hearing him say them to you, always feeling like the first time he’d confessed the depth of his feelings. 

“I love you more,” you return, biting your lip giddily. 

A smile reaches his eyes, as he grins widely. His cheeks puff up, giving him the look of an adorable squirrel storing acorns. His lips press to yours, no movement necessary. Just a simple press, feeling more intimate than what you had previously been engaged in. 

He pulls back with a questioning look in his eyes, when he feels you shiver, almost spilling from his lips before you speak.

“Sorry, um just felt it slipping out of me,” you murmur, embarrassed, eyes not meeting his.

He chuckles, wide shoulders shaking in his mirth. Kissing you again he mutters, “You’re so cute sometimes.” 

Slipping an arm around your back and one beneath your knees, he lifts you effortlessly. You wrap your arms around his neck, looking at him in confusion. He ignores your inquisitive eyes, making his way to the door he’d left not long before that led to your en suite bathroom.

“I think we should take a shower.”

“You just had a shower.”

“Yes, but after working up a sweat I need another, and together we can help preserve water.”

You roll your eyes, skeptical of him. “Sure, but no funny business!”

“No promises.”

You disappear into the bathroom with you protesting and Jin laughing.

You had been back home for a couple of days, and it had been enjoyable to say the least. Getting settled in, introducing Jin to more of your family that stopped by when they heard about your return, catching up with the extended family, and even some of your friends who still lived in town. 

Jin seemed happy to be able to relax, your family welcoming him completely. He had admitted to you how much he appreciated being welcomed with open arms. He loved how large your family was, and the affection they shared so easily, compared to his small family of just his parents and himself. 

You knew he also loved that they ate up his terrible jokes like hotcakes. Not to mention how your mother seemed to love cooking him meals, always blushing when he praised the meals and asking for seconds. It was also obvious how much your family stroked his ego when they complimented his looks. You knew this would be bad once the time came for you to go back to your shared home, ego so inflated you weren’t sure you’d be able to fit in the car with him. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t content at how things had turned out. 

You had only gone out once since arriving, taking a stroll through the new town center, hands held in his as he listened attentively to you recount tales of your childhood. Every so often you’d stop and point out a location, describing what once took up residence in the spot of a newly erected business or apartment complex. You had stayed out till the sun had begun to make its descent, ice creams in hand as you walked back to your home.

It was that same evening upon returning home to have dinner with your family—filling your family in on your adventures—that your mother informed you about the state of your favorite place growing up. Feeling your heart drop, as she described it in more detail. When you had made your way to your room afterwards, Jin had stopped you and asked you if you wanted to visit the location. After hearing your mother’s disheartening news you weren’t sure, but Jin simply encouraged you to go see it with your own eyes.

That’s how you now found yourself tripping over a root as you trekked through the small forest not far from your parent’s home. A large hand steadying you before you eat dirt, you murmur a thank you before continuing on your way. It’s not long before you reach a clearing, that only cements your mother’s words as true. Your sad eyes survey the once beautiful lake, now nothing but a public garbage disposal. The water was murky, filled with so much debris and garbage it looked like sludge. The land surrounding the water was no better. The once pristine swimming hole was now a small landfill. 

Placing a hand on your shoulder, you feel Jin give you a comforting squeeze. You rest your hand over his, intertwining your fingers, you sigh defeatedly, turning to bury your face in his chest. Wrapping his arms around you, he kisses the crown of your head and lays his cheek on it. The two of you bathe in the silence, all signs of forest life now muted in the wake of the destruction of their home. You doubted anyone even still lived here, the land so completely uninhabitable. 

“This place used to be so beautiful,” you muse dejectedly, laying your cheek over his heart. “So full of life…”

Jin glides his fingers through your hair, listening closely.

“As a kid, I used to think this was the secret home of a fairy kingdom. Where a kind prince ruled over his subjects with a gentle fist. Adding color, and brilliance to nature here. At least, that’s the story my mother would tell,” you regale him, hands clutching his thin shirt. 

“When she would bring my siblings and I here, and the water shimmered so beautifully, she’d say it was the fairy prince welcoming us to play in his kingdom. And when we’d visit in the evening once the sun had dipped down, balls of blinking lights dancing through the cool air, she’d say they were the fairies dancing in glee at our visit.”

You could feel tears form behind your lash line, tilting your head up as to not let them fall. You feel childish speaking of fairy tales to your fiancé, growing upset to the point you’re about to cry over it. Yet you couldn’t help yourself. This place was such a large part of your childhood, and if you were honest with yourself, it was the place you had been most anxious to visit. To see it destroyed to this degree broke your heart. 

Sensing the dive in your emotions, Jin pulls back, taking your face in his hands, eyes roaming over your face in sympathy. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Maybe we can do something.”

You tilt your head, wondering what he could mean. Blinking up at him, wet lashes sticking together. “What do you mean?” 

Placidly smiling down at you, his thumb wipes away the stray tears beneath your eyes. “I don’t know, maybe we could try to clean up. Try to restore it to its former glory,” he shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets, eyes sweeping the clearing. 

You stupidly blink at him, mouth slightly ajar. Your heart begins to swell with so much affection that it feels as if it could pop out of your chest. The waterworks come back full force, lips trembling with emotion. 

Noticing your silence he glances back to you, eyes widening with panic, hands hovering in front of him in uncertainty. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?” 

Shaking your head, you throw your arms around him. Burrowing your face into his neck, standing on your tiptoes. “I love you so much,” you tearfully declare. 

He returns your hold, lifting you up, an affectionate smile pulling at his plump lips. “What’s all this for, you big softie?” he teasingly murmurs.

“I just… I just feel so lucky to be with you.” You can’t help the emotions pouring out of you, unable to keep them inside when it comes to him. You weren’t sure what you had done in this life to deserve him, but you swore to whatever entity was out there that you would prove yourself worthy of him. For all the days you were gifted with being by his side, you would be the best partner possible. 

“Well you are pretty blessed to look upon this handsome face every day.” 

You smack his arm, body shaking with restrained laughter. “You’re incorrigible!” you exclaim, barely containing the joy glowing on your face. 

Windshield wiper screeches fill the air, as he backs away from you rubbing at the spot you’d hit. His laugh was something uniquely him that always called attention. No matter whether you found it odd, or not, it always made you join him. It was a trait you found completely endearing.

Your laughs begin to quiet, a few residual chuckles escaping you. You look at each other, affection and mirth mirroring one another. 

“Did you really mean it?”

He hums questioningly, raising his brows.

“About trying to clean up here?” 

“Of course, I do,” he nods. “We’ve still got a few more days left here. We can go buy industrial trash bags, maybe some equipment to help us pick up the garbage, and we’ll definitely need some protection,” he continues to list off.

A smile growing on your own lips, you hug his arm, squirming against him excitedly. “Okay! Let’s do it!”

“Yeah?” he questions, amused at your behavior. You nod enthusiastically and chuckle, beginning to walk off. “Well, what are we waiting for? No time like the present right?”

You agree, a pep to your step excitedly discussing the possibility of hopefully saving a part of your childhood.

“It’s so hot!” you whine, stretching your aching back as you wipe the sweat from your forehead. You roll your neck, trying to loosen your tense muscles from being hunched over with the trash pick-up stick. 

Since your first visit to the Fae Kingdom, which you had taken to calling it affectionately, you had spent the last few days clearing the area around the body of sludge. It was hard labor and the two of you always arrived home sorely exhausted, passing out as soon as your bodies hit the bed. On a couple of occasions, your siblings joined you carrying some of the workload. 

Thanks to their help and the determination to see things through, you were actually able to now see the floor of the hidden glade. There wasn’t much trash left, so you were currently taking care of what was left while Jin was using a pool skimmer to collect the junk in the lake. 

It was a particularly sunny, and humid day. The air felt incredibly thick with moisture, making it a bit harder to breathe. Not to mention how you were sweating buckets. You had both shed some layers, hating how uncomfortable it felt to have the fabric sticking to your skin. 

After complaining about the heat, you toss your stick on the ground, making your way over to a small blanket you laid out to take breaks. Lowering onto your knees, you grab a bottle of water and take a generous gulp. The cool liquid soothes your rising body temperature. Capping the bottle, you roll it on your forehead, trying to cool yourself down. 

Rolling back on your knees, you land with a soft thud on your behind, enjoying the shade the tall trees provided. Taking a deep breath, you release it slowly before choking on it. Coughing violently, as your eyes almost bug out of your head. 

Standing about ten feet in front of you, by the edge of the water was a broad shouldered god. Muscles flexing beneath lightly sun kissed skin, beads of sweat rolling down his back, burly arms bulging with each bend as he lifts the skimmer out of the water. 

How in the hell was this herculean man real? 

You sigh in awe, before looking up, hands clasped together as you whisper a thank you up above. 

“What are you doing?”

You jump as his voice breaks the quiet atmosphere. Your eyes hastily fall on him as you reply in a high pitch, “Nothing!” Your cheeks begin to warm, staining with embarrassment.

His brows pinch, not fully believing you. Shaking his head, he turns to shake the skimmer into a large black bag. Setting it to the side, he swipes sweat off his brow. He turns and makes his way to you, pulling the work gloves off his large hands, stuffing them in the back pocket of his dark jeans. Coming to a stop at the edge of the blanket, he crouches down reaching his hand out for a drink. 

Leaning back, you pull a cool bottle out of the cooler and hand it to him. You watch as he takes a large swig, before swiftly emptying the rest over his head. Brushing his hair back, his dark eyes rest on you. One corner of his plush lips pulls up at the unhidden admiration on your face. 

“Come here.” He crooks a finger, signalling you closer. 

You blink, lifting up and shuffling on your knees over to him. His hand locks behind your neck pulling you in to steal a kiss, lips brushing yours affectionately. One of your hands finds purchase on a burly shoulder to steady yourself. He pulls back, placing a succession of quick pecks over your pouting lips, pulling giggles out of you.

“I’m sorry. I suddenly realized I hadn't kissed the most beautiful woman today. It had to be quickly amended.”

A large grin breaks over your face at his cheesy words. 

“You’re such a charmer, Mr. Kim.”

His eyes flash, tongue swiping over his thick lower lip. “Am I? Does that mean I can charm you out of these?” he teases, fingers tugging at your shorts. 

You swallow hard, painfully aware of the  warm thrum between your thighs. Biting your lip, a protest on the tip of your tongue threatens to expose the unabashed yearning of your heat.

Before you can utter a word, his lips are yours again. The hand behind your neck pulls you closer as he leans over you. A hand on your waist guides you to lie on the blanketed ground, his knee nudging your legs apart to settle between them comfortably. He kisses you languishly, hand releasing your soft strands and sliding to your cheek as he rests his weight on the arm placed by your head. Hips grinding in lazy circles against your mound, drawing a quiet moan. 

Suffice to say all thoughts of the heat are replaced by a different kind of heat as your hands slide up the plane of muscles you had been admiring not long ago. You feel every flex of his back as his hips continue their languorous movements. You bend your knees, widening the space for him invitingly. 

It’s as his hand descends to take hold of your left breast that you hear something in the distance. You ignore it thinking maybe it was a rustling branch or bush. Giving your breast a squeeze, Jin spreads even more heat to your core, and just as you’re about to groan your breath hitches as the sounds are closer this time. 

“Jin! Sis! Are you guys here?”

Your eyes bug open, staring into Jin's equally stunned gaze before you both spring apart. A tangle of limbs, wrestling to separate from each other. It’s when you’re finally sitting in your own personal spaces that you notice a hitch in your situation. Jin’s erection was pitching a lovely tent in his semi loose jeans. His hands covered it, a pained look on his face as he cursed. Hearing the crunch of leaves close by springs you into action just as your siblings walk out of the tree line. 

“Oh there you guys are,” the oldest declares, pointing you out to the others.

You smile over at them innocently from your position between Jin's legs, back resting against his naked chest, his arms resting around your waist. You both wave at them, thanking powers at be for the humidity today helping to disguise your flushed skin. 

“Oh, hey! We didn’t know you guys were coming by today.” Jin greets nonchalantly, raising an arm to wave at them.

“Well,” the youngest speaks up this time, hand rubbing the back of their neck, ”we weren’t going to but when we realized what the weather was like out, we couldn’t let you guys deal with it all alone.”

You can’t help but smile at them in appreciation. “Thank you guys, you really didn’t have to.”

“This is our waterhole, we have to help too,” your middle sibling declares, pounding a fist into their chest dramatically. 

You roll your eyes as they grin at you.

“Well let’s get to it, fam!” cheers the youngest.

“We’ll join you in a moment, just taking a short break,” you inform them.

“No worries, take your time. This heat is no joke.” They wave you off as they set up their equipment and bags.

You realise a sigh, reiterating your thanks as they go about cleaning. You watch them a moment before twisting your head to the side. “You wanna get a hold on yourself now?” you hiss over your shoulder. Jin’s prominent erection poking at your back, showing no signs of deflating any time soon. 

He wraps his arms around you pulling closer. “I can’t help it, not when that perfect ass keeps pushing back on me.” he whispers into your ear. “And did you know your shoulders turn me on too? They’re so perfect for grabbing onto when I fuck into you from be-”

A yelp of pain gets your sibling’s attention, heads swiveling to look over you guys. Jin folded over, hand clutching at his right side where you’d elbowed him. 

“He’s got a stitch in his side from cleaning out the lake. Sorry to scare you guys,” you give as an explanation, waving off their concerned gazes. Feeling bad, your oldest sibling decides to take over lake duty, telling you guys to take your time resting. 

You nod gratefully, before turning your attention back to the frustratingly handsome man behind you. “Get a hold of yourself! Or you won’t be touching me for the next week!”

He looks at you in indignation, sputtering to find a response. “You can’t do that! We leave in a few days! We can finally go back to loud unfiltered sex!” 

You twist around and smack a hand over his mouth. “I’m not kidding! Get it together, my siblings are here,” your eyes blazing with intent. 

He removes your hand as he clears his throat. A playful glint in his eyes before he opens his obnoxious mouth. “You know you’re hot when you’re angry?” he manages before breaking out into his signature high pitched laugh. 

Face flushing in annoyance, you smack his bare arm. “Fine! Good luck hiding it on your own!” you fume, leaning forward to push yourself up. 

You don’t get far, as he cages you quickly with his arms, pulling you back against him, a panicked no permeating the humid air. You huff, as you feel the wind almost knock out of you at the force he uses to pull you back into place. 

“Well are you gonna behave?” an unsaid ultimatum weaved into the question.

“Ah! It’s not my fault you’re so attractive! How can you blame me like this!” he continues to whine, like a petulant child not allowed to play with their favorite toy. 

The pair of you continue to bicker, as your siblings slave away in restoring the clearing. It’s not long before they grow hot, exhausted by the muggy air engulfing them. Their patience and kindness waning, complaints for you both to hurry and join them—which you promptly do, with bottles of water in hand to help them cool down. Your small group makes quick work of the left over trash, as Jin takes care of what’s left in the lake. 

The sun was just beginning it’s descent, stars just barely dotting across the darkening sky, when your small rag tag group finally finished; spent bodies leaning on each other, as weary eyes surveyed your hard work. It wasn’t what it once was, but it looked damn well on its way there and you couldn’t help the happy tears that brimmed your waterline. The arm around your shoulder gives you a quick squeeze, Jin's voice filling the air thanking everyone for their hard work.

The evening chill that cools your sweat soaked layers has the small group shivering. Giving the place one last sweep, you all agree to high tail it back for much needed showers and rest. 

Tomorrow would be your last full day there and you wanted to make sure of one last thing. You would be trying to find a way to purify the lake water. You had been doing research and had read about techniques aiming to bring a lake back to or closer to man-made undisturbed conditions. You had found a lake restoration company not far outside of the town. Jin had already agreed to accompany you, willing to help in any way possible as you brought it up before going to bed that night. You had happily accepted, beholden by the revival of the Fae Kingdom.

The night was comfortably warm, filled with happy chatter in the beautiful glade. Fairy lights lit the area in a soft glow as many visitors sat around the lake, eating meals they had just pulled off grills or brought with them from home. Small clusters of families or couples relaxed after a day of fun and thrills. 

Somewhere someone had brought a speaker, a soft pop melody permeating the air, as you quietly sing along to it, swaying in your fiance’s arms, his own angelic voice serenading you. Your family surrounded you, their loud boisterous laughs bringing you joy and comfort. 

It had been a year since your visit, a year of the lake restoration working its magic. A year of love and care for the watering hole, which was almost a mirror of its former glory. Beautiful shades of green once more filling in patches of the ground, all the colors of the rainbow blooming, giving the space vibrance and life. There were signs of life all around you as creatures began to inhabit the area once more. 

But the most amazing part is being able to witness the breathtaking globes of light that dance before your eyes. Soft, blinking lights that waltz around, unbothered by the visitors. The fairies had returned, they had come back home to their kingdom. 

“They’re happy.”

“Huh,” you ask dumbly, breaking out of your reverie.

“The fairies, they’re happy to see you,” he voices.

A tender smile rests on his lips when you turn to him. He remembered. The childish story you had told him. And it’s in that moment, with blinking lights reflecting around him that you come to a realization. 

“You’re the fairy prince. Well, you’re my real fairy prince,” you admit quietly.

He looks down at you, eyes searching yours before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and pulling your back flush against him.

“I guess that makes you the future princess of the Fae Kingdom.”

You cling to his arms happily, taking in the gorgeous scenery before you. 

“Besides, it only makes sense that someone as good looking as me is royalty.”

“And there goes the moment,” you grumble as you leave the safe space of his arms to join your family in their merriment. 

Jimin stared at the mundane creature that stood before him. It’s blob of a body seemed to have no end nor beginning— it was an amalgamation of darkness. Eyes covered the slimy creature almost as if it had swallowed them itself with the way they were floating in the mass of darkness and arms that hung low on its body.

A sight like this would send any mortal running for their lives, but for Jimin, this was any other Thursday afternoon.

Jimin couldn’t help the smirk as he watched the tormented creature.

Power.

I love it.

Some may call him a masochist or even a sadist, but he always enjoyed these fights. The work, the battle, the pain, and then at the end when he can sink a weapon of his choice and crucify these demonic creatures, fills him up with so much excitement, it’s almost sexual. He likes to think of it more as a guilty pleasure than anything.

This monstrosity was just an average Joe compared to some of the things he’s seen. Jimin has had to deal with a lot worse in his career, but this wasn’t just gonna be a walk in the park, no, this would take a little work to bring this creature down. At least there was that.

You wanted more.

I did.

Jimin took out his handle. The creature noticed he was getting ready to attack and began to charge at him, it’s comically long arms dangled behind it as it made its way toward him. He quickly spun it so certain pictures matched up, the faint clicks only audible to Jimin’s ears, letting him know exactly which combination it was on without having to look down once. Suddenly a beam of light shaped like a sword came.

A sword will do. It didn’t deserve anything more than that.

Jimin quickly flew up and the battle was on. It didn’t take long but the creature was a little more than what Jimin expected. That still didn’t stop the fact that a couple slashes from his sword and a few shots from smgs the creature began losing its shape, nothing more than a gargling blob needing to be but out of its misery.

He stood over its form. A quick jab of his sword right where its face used to be was enough to end it all. He smirked as a bright white light filled the endless void and the screams of the creature sent shivers down his body. It happens everytime.

As the adrenaline started to fade, Jimin was shocked to feel a slight sting coming from his arm. He looked down and low and behold, somewhere in the battle he was scratched by the creature. It wasn’t too big and honestly it was a little impressive that he got away with just this considering what he was up against.

The slight blood from the wound did make him realize the extent of the mess. The black goop was everywhere. This void was endless but there were traces of it in any direction he looked.

You like it.

…

Jimin could sit here and monitor to make sure this was the last of the creature but he had priorities, and those priorities were you.

You.

Y/L/N Y/N.

You.

In earth time it has been a little over 5 years since he first started watching over you. It’s been an interesting few years to say the least and he’s honestly loved every second of it. He looked forward to each day he got to spend with you. And now… now he has to hurry to catch you before you get home.

Jimin’s about to save your life. He’s looked forward to this day ever since the itinerary was given to him.

Before Jimin knew it, he was flying high above the city of Seoul. He looked down at his device to see the time was approaching. His heart skipped a beat feeling the butterflies in his stomach.

You’re nervous.

Shut up…

But it was true, he was nervous to do this. And not even for the reason he should be.

Down below was you, walking happily, listening to music. Today was just one of those days that the sun was shining brighter, the birds seemed chirpier, and the stars aligned to make this day the greatest. It was a Friday, it was payday, and you just got a promotion. Today was your day, and a great one at that.

You smiled as you looked down at your phone, humming along to your favorite tune while you were looking for your next song. The world around you seemed to disappear as you continued to walk down the sidewalk. It came as a complete shock, and honestly put a damper on your mood, when you felt the graze of someone’s shoulder, making you drop your phone from the force.

At first you just stared, completely taken aback, but anger quickly boiled up within your system and you turned around to give this rude person a piece of your mind.

“Hey?!” You exclaimed, but all you saw was a guy in a leather jacket and baseball cap. He had turned around slightly and you knew he was looking at you. You could hardly make out his face, and was tempted to chase after him, when suddenly you heard screams.

You quickly turned around to see an out of control car coming straight for you. Time seemed to slow as you were frozen in fear, but it was like magic that the car suddenly changed directions and ended up continuing straight ahead and eventually hitting a wall a little ahead of you.

Your heart was racing, pounding louder than you ever thought possible, because you were this close. The car had been coming straight at you, you were this close to being pinned between that car and a wall.

The thought created a fear that no one should ever experience, especially at such a young age. You were staring your own mortality right in the eye. And what you saw had you moving your feet so quickly, hurrying your way home, anxiety and paranoia increasing with each step that you took.

Jimin was not far behind. He never was.

He could feel how scared you were and he wanted nothing more than to fly down, pick you up, and tell you it’s going to be okay. But he knew his place.

Jimin followed behind until you were scurrying back into your apartment building. You were safe and sound, even if you didn’t feel like it, you just didn’t know he was watching over you. He liked to think that would put a smile on your face in moments where he just wanted to reach out and comfort you.

He floated down, watching you come into your apartment, kick off your shoes, and hurry to your room. He could already feel the overwhelming sense of sadness that let him know you were likely crying. The emotions were too much, both yours and his own, so he flew over to the building across the street and sat on top of the roof, a favorite spot of his to come and think.

Much reflection was needed.

There were so many things wrong with what’s happened to him in the 5 years since he started serving as your guardian. He knew it wasn’t right, that he was just torturing himself by not stopping it sooner.

He shouldn’t even be feeling this way at all. The buzz of giddiness from his intervention earlier still flowed through his body, and it pained him on how erroneous it felt.

In short, these 5 years have given Jimin the opportunity to feel and experience emotions he never thought were possible for him anymore.

He likes her.

No need to spell it out…

But it’s right. It was true. He really did like you. He liked you more than a guardian ever should and that fact has made him question his entire existence and has put him through some extremely complicated and confusing situations over the years.

When he first switched with the P1 angel, he already had considered himself lucky just from seeing your picture. Sure you’re not the first beautiful person that he’s looked over, but from the get go Jimin knew there was something different here. It did not take him long to understand what it was.

You made his heart flutter in a way he’s felt so many of his humans experience when looking at people that they care about to that extent.

You were funny. He would often join you during your tv binges and your commentary would have him on the floor dying of laughter. You were so caring and nice and…

Do you really need to go on?

Why are you so loud today?

Anyway, it’s really no surprise that Jimin was suddenly getting butterflies anytime you accidentally looked in his direction.

But that was exactly the problem.

This wasn’t allowed at all.

At. All.

None of it, from the rules of H.E.A.V.E.N and his own personal rules he has with his team, none of this has been allowed. It really shouldn’t even be possible in the first place.

The relationship between guardians and humans is one that is very sacred. It is something that is meant to be kept strictly professional, for the reasons of 1) the inevitable end that guardians bring to humans and any feelings would make the process a lot more complicated 2) unless for emergency purposes or a human is nearing death, and type of interaction between a guardian and human is strictly prohibited.

He shouldn’t be anywhere near this territory, but even though he’s far from human, the remnants still remain buried deep within and there’s somethings that he can’t get rid of no matter how hard he tries.

At least that’s what he’s been telling himself these past few years.

As soon as Jimin came onto the harsh reality that you will never look at him at all, he tried his best to demean his feelings as nothing more than what humans feel toward certain celebrities.

Of course in the hypothetical sense, if for some reason he wasn’t who he was and was a normal human, if you met in normal circumstances, would he date you? Absolutely, no questions asked. He would say yes in a heartbeat. But reality sets in and he remembers that there are rules that he must abide by plus everything in the universe that just wouldn’t allow for that to happen in the first place, it really just amounts to a fantasy.

He will watch and admire from afar. Feelings are hard to control, as much as he’s tried his best to, that human side of him will never go away. But it’s ok.

You’re not the first human he’s liked. Yes to the extent his feelings go, you’re the first he’s ever liked this much, but he’s dealt with a fluttery heart or two and by now knows exactly what to do. Sure you were also the first that he’s had to look over but he just needs to do what he normally does. Maintain that professional distance.

You were a dream. He can live with that.

That’s what you keep telling yourself.

Stop. I’m serious.

Anyway, it’s not that interactions between humans and Angels were banned completely, it’s just that’s where the personal side of his problem comes in.

Like he’s mentioned, despite him being an Angel or any of the human reincarnates, some human qualities still continued to follow them into this new life. One of them being um well…

It wasn’t uncommon during breaks that Angel teams would typically come to Earth and hang out. Most Angels weren’t shy about intermingling with humans. It’s something that’s frowned upon by the P1 Angels as they honestly see everything that human reincarnates do as primitive and sinful. But true to humans, their words did not stop most teams from having some fun the minute they got some time off.

However, Jimin’s team was an exception. A promise with the boys he cherishes more than anything always kept him far away from any of those feelings.

It started when they were relatively new into the field. They made a promise to stay away from humans as much as they could in order to maintain focus on their careers. But it was much much later that they realized the effectiveness of that promise.

He’s not trying to brag (he’s bragging), but Jimin’s team was one of the most successful of all the human reincarnates. They had some of the highest rates when it comes to their statistics, happy long living humans, who went on to continue to live happy lives in their next.

It was later that they reinstated this promise and it’s importance. They believe that their low human interaction and abstinence was a reason for their success.

Jimin’s never had an issue with this, not once, if anything he sometimes thought of other teams similar to the P1 angels. He used to judge why they would partake in such sinful acts when they have a job to do.

He’s never been tested of his loyalty to that promise as hard as he’s been over the course of looking over you.

He’s had urges. That’s not new. Under all the special powers and wings, it’s the shell of what was once human. It happens. He just never realized how strong those urges could get sometimes…

Jimin had cleverly named this rough period of time the boyfriend era. He could already feel his cheeks lighting up at the mere thought of it.

Everything about that time made him so embarrassed and honestly a little ashamed. He just couldn’t mind his own damn business.

You had gotten a boyfriend some years ago and he’s abashed to admit this, but he’s been there to see and hear everything. It would be different if it was accidental, but no, this was a different story.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to join you in your apartment from time to time as he liked “hanging out” with you. The first time it happened, it was you, your boyfriend, and him (unknown to you of course). Jimin had wanted to watch the movie you both planned to see in your apartment, he had been so into it, that it came as a major surprise when he looked over to see things were quickly escalating on the other side of the couch.

Jimin normally would leave, give you the privacy you deserved, never should he have been that nosy just because of his feelings, but seeing you like that for some reason kept him in place as he watched as things got progressively more and more heated. You were so pretty, so beautiful, and the sounds you would make as your boyfriend would please you, had blood rushing to more places than one.

It was sin, so much sin.

Everything about what happened was wrong and to make matters worse, that wasn’t the last time he stayed to watch. Far from it actually. Despite everything, every single thing that was telling him he shouldn’t be doing this, the urge… It kept getting worse.

He never even saw anything most of the time, you would always make your way to your bedroom and he at least had some dignity to never follow, but there was one time that he was right on the couch again but you both never moved it. At that point he reached a point he never thought he would.

The urge, the urge to just reach out and…

He wanted you bad.

He realized this before but, it felt at that moment that all the sexual frustration he’s experienced throughout his life as an angel had come overflowing and he even wholeheartedly considered making himself appear, throwing off your boyfriend and having you to himself because it was something he knew he could do so much better. He knew he could make you feel so good like he knew you deserved. He wanted it to be his name you would scream, his name you’re calling out for, he wanted to be the one that was making you feel good.

But it was a fantasy.

He knew that.

Despite how hard it has been, never in a million years would it happen.

He can dream. It’s fine. He knows his place in all of this, but never would you look at him like that. You can’t even see him for that to happen…

Still he was a little too happy when you broke up with him about 2 years after your relationship started.

The most excitement he will get in a while was what happened today.

He felt his whole body light up at the thought. The graze of your shoulder against his was enough to fuel those fantasies and keep him happy for a long time. Was he fine with that? He was, he genuinely was.

Part of him used to think it was some sort of cruel fate for putting him in this position. But now he sees it as more of a blessing. It makes him happy knowing it’s him in charge of protecting you, serving you, and making your life as bright as it can be.

At least in that way he has trust you’ll live a good life as long as he’s around.

He’ll make sure of it.

Jimin smiled and flew over to your apartment, easily passing through the wall and making his way toward your bedroom. His mood solumned as he felt his heart ache as the soft cries grew louder and louder as he got closer. You were in bed, your face buried in your pillow as the traumatizing event kept replaying in your mind.

It was in these moments that it was hardest to resist reaching out and talking with you. He wanted to tell you everything would be alright as long as he’s here, and you have nothing to fear.

But alas…

He took a seat on the side of your bed and gently stroked your arm. You couldn’t feel anything and he couldn’t either but the effect seemed to calm you down for some reason that was not his doing. He wanted to pretend that it was though.

Jimin went over to the other side of your bed and laid next to you. Your teary eyes were staring right into his, but you didn’t know that. You were looking right through him. He brought his hand up to your cheek and began caressing it slowly.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered.

It was sometimes in moments like these that made him feel like maybe it was better that your worlds can’t really interact. Even though he knew it was because of him that you’re still here, it was also him for the reason that you’re crying.

Fear.

It was him even though it wasn’t. It’s an excuse he likes to give himself for a reason why you wouldn’t like him even if you did ever meet. He knows you would be scared.

Jimin just continued to comfort you, be there for you, in a time he can already tell that will stick with you for a long time.

The hours seemed to pass and before he knew it you had gone to shower, leaving him on your couch, blankly staring at the tv screen. The show continued to play even with your absence, one that he knows you’ll regret when you get back.

Jimin sighed and got up to look out the window. He tuned out the TV and the only remaining noise he could hear was the city nightlife that came with Seoul and the brief hums of nature from the wildlife outside. It was calming, so calming it was enough to lull anyone to sleep, and knowing you, the minute you got back from your shower and sat down you would be out. Even Jimin was getting tired, and he didn't get tired. Today’s just been a weird day.

A good and bad weird.

You nearly died, but Jimin got to touch you for the first time which was nice.

Of course that’s what you’re focusing on.

How could I not?

You don’t think it’s concerning?

…

You know what you need.

He sighed knowing it was true.

Watching something 24/7 can easily get to anybody, angels alike. It takes a lot of dedication in order to stay alert all the time, while also having to follow them around for more mundane things. It can easily start feeling a bit monotonous after some time. That’s not exactly what Jimin’s experiencing now, but he knew he was getting overwhelmed being around you all the time, and for his own sake, there was a method they used to get over this.

A break.

He didn’t like to do this too often, and especially now that he’s looking over you, he would always be worried that something terrible could happen without him being there. However, with the way he’s feeling, getting away is exactly what he needed.

Some time to take a breather and repent and purify from the sins he’s committed all thanks to you.

Jimin looked down at his wrist, the word ‘sin’ seemingly shining because of his guilty conscience. His record has never been so tainted…

He quickly figured tomorrow would be the best day to leave for a second. His assignment had just been carried out, they would not give him another this soon. Though it was possible, Jimin knew he had to go.

He needed to get you out of his head. Once and for all. Though he’s not sure exactly how long you will live, he's got to be 100% in this if he’s going to see this through.

Yep. Tomorrow…

If you can make it that long.

Stop.

So much sin.

Please don’t do this.

If only the others could see you now. They would be disappointed.

The words hurt because he knew it was true. Jimin hadn’t really told the rest of his team about the extent his feelings for you go. Reason? It was simple. He didn’t want to be judged, by them, the other angels, literally everyone.

What he’s feeling shouldn’t even be possible really. He knew they wouldn’t understand, or worse, separate him from you.

It’s just better to ride it out until he’s safely taken you to get judged. The feelings will fade and things will go back to normal. No need to make it a thing.

They would see the sin.

Why are you doing this to me?

You need to see yourself. It’s sad honestly.

Jimin wanted to scream. Why does this need to be so difficult? He gazed at the night sky.

No matter what you say, this is wrong. You should not feel like this.

I know.

And he did.

You need to tell someone. This should not be possible.

But that would make things complicated…

You’re broken and you know that.

It was true.

I am.

Talk to someone.

…

Jimin thought about it. It was right in the sense that everything he’s experiencing shouldn’t be happening at all, and just to be safe, maybe it might be a good idea to get evaluated. He should have done it a long time ago, it’s just… He’s scared. Scared for you, scared for himself, scared for his team. He doesn’t know what they might say or do.

But it might be something. Either way he’s screwed.

Just do it.

For the first time since he started feeling this way he genuinely considered it.

But then there was you.

Like always.

Like always.

Jimin turned around to see you had gotten out of the shower. Your towel hung haphazardly around your form, hair tied up with a towel, and your skin still glistening from the water.

Fuck.

Calm down.

He knew you were just out here to catch the new episode of the show you were watching, and shower time had run into the start of the episode. Nothing about it was weird, but Jimin couldn’t help but laugh at the cruelty of it all. It’s like the world wants him to lose his mind.

Jimin smiled. It’s almost like you want him to lose his mind.

He chuckled. If only… It was a cute thought.

You were just so pretty it hurts sometimes. Jimin sighed and was about to join you on the couch as this was the show he was watching with you when…

BANG

The loud thud made you jump, but that was nothing in comparison to the scream you let out seeing a body sprawled out on your floor.

What the fuck

What the fuck

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK?!!!

You clutched onto your towel, frozen in fear, your eyes forced to look at the person in the middle of your living room.

…

The wings.

Suddenly the man that had seemingly collapsed on your floor meant nothing as your eyes focused on the white wings that were protruding from his back.

You would have thought this to be a dream, your traumatic event earlier causing an angel to appear in your sleep, but the beautiful shimmer that the feathers admitted you knew was incapable of your imagination to come up with.

You stood there for what felt like a century waiting for something to happen, anything to happen, but the beautiful creature continued to lay face flat into your floor.

Should you call the police?

Of course, a mystery guy is lying on your floor, you gotta do something…

Would they believe you? You knew that answer imagining the phone call.

But what if you’re in danger? What happens when it wakes up? If it wakes up… But if you don’t you just have a body in your room and if it doesn’t wake up then, what do you do?

With your mind running a million miles an hour you completely forgot you were still just in your towel.

You quickly run and put on your clothes but also use this time to come up with a game plan. When you were done you ran out to your kitchen, and pulling a rapunzel, you grabbed a frying pan and headed back to see that indeed your problem was still there.

Today is just the worst fucking day ever.

You almost died and now you have an angel in the middle of your floor.

It was ironic, almost hilarious. You would laugh about it later, but now…

The realization had tears quickly pooling in your eyes. Suddenly the all too familiar movie series Final Destination was all you could think about. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe it means you’re gonna die. Death was finally catching up to you. The idea was rash but at the time, you really felt like it was your end.

You paced around your living room hoping something would happen. Best chase scenario this is just a really vivid dream and everything will be ok when you wake up, but as the hours passed, with no change, that hope started to dwindle into fear.

What were you gonna do?

With one deep breath you suddenly found yourself on the floor right beside the creature. Maybe you could help? You poked him gently, waiting for anything. Nothing. The adrenaline of the worst case scenario flashed in your mind and it had you hastily flipping him over in hopes of… something.

You stared in awe. He was beautiful. He was too beautiful, beautiful to the point that no human would be capable of. His delicate features were almost too perfect, his plump lips, cute nose, and long brown hair had you in a trance almost.

He was also wearing relatively normal clothes considering the situation. A white short sleeved shirt that was decorated with a few gold accents was draped over his torso, and white flowy pants that were tied together by a piece of fabric. He also wasn’t wearing any shoes oddly enough.

He really just seemed to be peacefully sleeping, and a wave of relief and a bit of worry washed over you as you watched his chest rise and fall slowly. He’s alive.

You lightly stroked his cheek, an urge that came out of nowhere, but a request you fulfilled. Was your eyes playing tricks on you or was he glowing? A soft shimmer seemed to radiate him. Wow.

Suddenly the wings you couldn’t take your eyes off of disappeared and his eyes began to flutter open. You watched with amazement as he slowly opened his eyes, the colors changing rapidly, before settling on a warm brown.

Jimin’s vision was blurry, his eyes taking a minute to adjust before, like an angel of his own, it was you. But what had his heart doing a backflip was the fact that you were staring at him.

It would sometimes happen, your eyes would meet his, without you knowing exactly who you were looking at, but this time it was different. It was like you were looking at him and not through him.

As the rest of the world around him stopped spinning for a second the more and more he came to realize that you were in fact staring at him. This wasn’t a fantasy, not his mind playing tricks on him, you were looking at him, and that was a fucking problem.

Jimin, despite his cloudy brain, sat up quickly, making you shriek and scoot back quickly. He tried his best to ignore the overwhelming nausea he suddenly felt. “You—you can see me?” He struggled to get out, the fucking nausea having him quickly falling back on his back. He didn’t even hear what you said, another mysterious ailment coming over him. His head was killing him.

You watched on the side lines as all of this happened, and you could clearly see the suffering this creature was going through. Even with your heart pounding in your ears, and your hands so shaky they were practically useless, you still found yourself rushing to his side.

“Hey, hey, you ok?” You hurriedly asked. Your hand hovered over his forehead, part of you still scared of what this creature might do. But looking into his hazy eyes, you quickly tossed that fear aside and rested your hand on his head.

He was burning up.

You ran to your bathroom and grabbed a thermometer and came back to check his temperature.

… 45 degrees (113 degrees Fahrenheit)? That can’t be real.

“Y/N…” his voice came out as a whisper but it still had you frozen with shock. He knew your name?

“You can see me?” He gently grabbed a hold of your arm. Your reaction again proved once again that you were 100% aware of his presence here. For some reason his eyes started getting teary quickly, maybe it was the fact that he actually felt like he was dying, but the thought was so nice in a moment like this.

The excitement had him trying to get back up once again, but he was warned the first time. You stared in confusion as he tried lifting himself up, but you saw the look, and suddenly he was sprinting off to your bathroom. You quickly ran after him to find him hunched over your toilet, the distinct sounds of someone throwing up, echoing in your tiny bathroom. It was like an instinct that you ran to join him, gently rubbing his back as he worked himself through it.

Sparing the graphic details, you were basically stuck with him in that bathroom for well over an hour. His temperature, despite it being already to impossible heights, kept rising, sweat was practically pouring off of him. You got ice and tried to cover it with him when the nausea wasn’t as bad. He ended up taking off his shirt somewhere in between, you were too distracted by the pressing situation but later you would come to admire the markings that decorated his skin almost like tattoos.

In one of the down moments, one where you both were sitting next to each other on your bathroom floor, you finally got the courage to ask him his name. After a few deep breaths and his hand grabbing onto yours he told you.

“Jimin.” His voice was hoarse and you could barely understand him, but the name seemed to ring in your head. It suited him perfectly.

You guys, despite spending an hour together, hardly ever really exchanged any words. It was mostly just you running back and forth trying to get as much ice as you could, comforting him when the nausea got too strong, you dabbing his forehead with a washcloth dipped in ice water to keep him cool and wipe away the sweat.

You only knew him for a few hours, but his suffering had you emotional. The moans and cries of pain and exhaustion had you barely holding back tears. There were multiple times he told you he felt like he was dying and the tears that were streaming down his face each time the nausea took over and he was practically sobbing each time he felt another wave of nausea overtake him and he was back to the toilet, had you struggling to keep it together.

You had so many questions about everything before all this, but at that point in time all of them had fled your mind and you just tried your best to be there for him in this moment.

A couple times that night you were worried he might just drop dead. The thought was rash, but if this was a normal human, that concern would be applicable. The only thing that got you through it was when you thought about the pretty wings that once emerged from his back, and well, the fact he just materialized in your living room, reminded you this was not a normal case. This definitely wasn’t a human.

Still though, you silently thanked your mom for teaching you all she knew. She was a nurse and had always lectured you about handling situations like these. Your help wasn’t much but it was what kept your head clear as you tried your best to care for him.

Honestly the only reason you weren’t in your bathroom for longer was the fact he nearly passed out on your shoulder. Exhaustion had taken over and you felt his head on your shoulder start to slide way too quickly. At that point, with the fact it had been at least a solid few minutes since he was gripping the seat, you prayed the nausea had subsided and you slowly helped him to his feet and led Jimin to your room.

You sat him down and quickly ran to get a blanket as you knew your covers would be too warm. By the time you were back he was barely awake, but he still smiled when you dropped the light blanket on top of him.

“Don’t wanna sound weird or anything but while your temperature has stabilized and gone down a bit, it’s still very very high. I honestly suggest maybe taking off your pants, hopefully that will help with keeping you from overheating.”

“Do you mind…. I’m not wearing anything underneath…” His voice was even worse than before.

You were shocked and even a little flustered by his words but you kept your caretaker face on. “I care more about you overheating than anything, I’ll just be careful when I come in tomorrow.”

He nodded slightly before he asked you to turn around. It took a little while but eventually he said you can look and you saw him lying there comfortably, the blanket now covering his form.

You smiled, feeling your heart at ease, before you ran off to get a bucket from your bathroom.

“Okay, so if you feel nauseous again, use this.” You placed it next to him on the floor. “I’ll just be outside in the living room if you need me. I’ll leave the door a little open so I can hear if you need me.” You said softly, seeing his eyes already threatening to fall shut.

You were about to leave when you heard him faintly call for you.

“You’re not staying?” The question seemed loud despite his quiet tone. You felt flustered all over again.

“You were so sad earlier and now with me, you must be exhausted. I feel bad for taking the bed.” You were in fact so exhausted you hardly picked up the fact that he had apparently seen you earlier in the day.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Just rest up and hopefully you feel a little better in the morning.” You rushed out the room before he could ask anymore questions, you were flustered as is.

Once the door was slightly closed and you walked back into the living room, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you sat down on the couch.

The moment away from Jimin had your mind spinning and suddenly all the questions came back to swarm around your head. There was so much that needed to be answered.

You got under the blanket you had brought out here and stared up at your dark ceiling. You wanted so badly to run back in there and pester Jimin with questions, but after these past few hours you know for a fact he wasn’t in the condition to answer any of them.

To not drive yourself crazy you decided to just hold off on them until he’s well enough. That still didn’t stop two major questions from dancing around in your head.

Why was he here, and were you gonna be ok?

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Ecstatic applause echoed from one corner - Yoongi grinned at a whistling Seokjin and an enthusiastic Jungkook who applauded loudly. "Fight we will! Fight we will!" the soldiers cheered on - more like the vagabonds who were victims of the king's cruelty and had joined him. Going up to them, Yoongi clapped a hand on one veteran's hunched shoulder, solemnly promising to win the fight - together. His hands came together to bow to him as a mark of reverence for the one who started the revolution. "I promise not to let you down," he said, "for this win shall be ours."

Jagged blades were raised to the height of the tavern, swearing victory, swearing rebellion, while the bartender laughed heartily at the upcoming downfall of the tyrant king. "Kings are only kings till they have the crowns, after all - leaders remain without any badges." Laughing away, the bartender brought more drinks to the tables, alcohol spread all around to celebrate the upcoming victory.

Morning spilled its glorious light into the windows of the bar, which echoed with snores of hungover people and the frantic noting that Yoongi did. "Night fall," he elaborated to no one, "night fall is when we strike." Only Seokjin and Jungkook were aware of his stealthy leave, as they bent over the tables and woke others hastily to search for Yoongi- though one sat at the back, blonde eyebrow rising in surprise. Perhaps, amidst the sleeping campaign, there was one that was awake. Quizzically raising his eyebrows, he smirked, taking a swig of his alcohol. "Rather stealthy," he said, smirking as he slipped into the shadows.

Swirling the sword over his head, the king laughed. "The ruler is here, make way for your majesty," the executioner said, as the soldiers knelt in respect. Upon reaching the last step, the king looked at the bound leader, who stared at him in defiance. "Vagabond," he sneered, "you surely have spirit. Would you like to say any last words?" he smirked, before laughing like a maniac. Xanthic hair swayed side to side as the king stumbled up to the last step, reeking of alcohol. Yoongi sneered back at him, and nodded at the executioner - merely a butcher in disguise, a friend to Yoongi. Zig- zagged slashes all over the rope freed Yoongi, who then staggered to attention, raised his gun at the king and whispered - "goodbye, my Lord."

a/n: this was honestly so much fun to write! idk how I ended up thinking of this but it just flowed so quickly I loved it ahaha. if you have any feedback you would like to share, do comment, reblog, or send an ask!! thank you for reading! love, hazel 💞