#bts ceo

You began to type on the computer. It was a little uncomfortable; you could sometimes feel his eyes fixed on you. You ignored it, focusing on your work, although it was nearly impossible not to notice his gaze.

As you typed, he stood up and walked towards you, standing directly behind your chair. You could nearly feel him breathing down your neck, but he didn't say anything. He just stood there, silently watching you type.

You tried to ignore his presence, but it was difficult. It made you nervous. He leaned forward slightly, his body almost pressing against your back. You could hear him breathing gently. He was so close that you could smell his cologne.

He rested his hands on the back of the chair, on either side of your shoulders. The proximity made your heart race. You could feel the heat radiating from his body. You tried to concentrate on your work but it was difficult with him so close.

"How's the progress?" He asked suddenly, his voice so close to your ear that it sent chills down your spine.

You took a deep breath and tried to maintain your composure, "It's coming along well, sir. I should be finished within the hour." You spoke as professionally as possible, hoping that he wouldn't notice the effect he was having on you.

"That's good," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. He didn't move away, in fact, he leaned even closer, his chest now almost touching your back. You could feel the rise and fall of his breathing.

"Take a break, let's eat something," He said softly, his breath warm against your neck.

You were taken aback by his words and the intimacy of the moment, but you couldn't deny that the idea of a break sounded appealing.

"Alright, sir," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

He stepped back, allowing you to stand up. He gestured for you to walk with him, leading you towards the company's cafeteria.

The walk to the cafeteria was filled with a charged but comfortable silence. He walked close to you, his hand gently brushing against yours occasionally. It was as if he was testing the boundaries, seeing how you would react.

Once in the cafeteria, he guided you to a quiet corner table, away from others. He took a seat across from you, studying you with a look that was both intense and unreadable.

You fumbled with your utensils, feeling the weight of his gaze upon you. He had a way of making you feel both nervous and special all at once.

"Relax," he said gently, noticing your discomfort. "I don't bite, you know?" He leaned back in his chair, a glimmer of a smirk on his lips.

That comment caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. It was the first time you had seen this playful side of him, and you found it oddly endearing.

He smiled at your laugh, pleased at the sound. "There you go," he says, the warmth in his voice making your heart flutter. "I was hoping to see that laugh."

The tension seemed to thaw a little as you both settled into the moment. You found yourself wondering what game he was playing and why he was being so strangely charming.

You both began to eat, the atmosphere between you two now more relaxed. You stole glances at him as you ate, noticing the way his strong hands held his spoon, the way his sharp jawline tensed as he chewed, and the way his eyes occasionally flicked towards you.

The conversation was light and easy, but the undercurrent of attraction was still palpable. As you both finished your meal, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on you once more. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully.

"You know," he started, his voice thoughtful. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something."

You nearly choked on your drink, your cheeks flushing at the unexpected touch. He smirked slightly, pretending to be innocent as he took another bite of his food.

"Careful," he said smoothly, his voice low. "Wouldn't want anything to happen to my favorite employee."

Favorite employee. That was new. You swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of how close his leg still was to yours under the table.

You tried your best to act normal, but the intimate contact and the fact that he had just referred to you as "favorite employee" was making your heart race.

He seemed to relish your reaction, continuing to eat nonchalantly, as if the entire situation was completely casual. It was like a game of cat and mouse. He was the cat toying with the mouse, and you were the mouse hopelessly caught in his trap.

The lunch continued, filled with more light banter and subtle touches from him. Every time his foot brushed against yours or his hand accidentally grazed yours, your heart skipped a beat.

As you finished your meal, he checked his watch and stood up, signaling that it was time to get back to work. The shift in atmosphere was sudden, and you felt a pang of disappointment as the intimate moment seemed to end as quick as it began.

"Come on," he said, motioning for you to follow him back to his office.

You nodded, silently following him back to his office. The walk was quiet, both of you seeming lost in your own thoughts.

As you entered the office, he closed the door behind you, shutting the outside world out. The tension immediately thickened once again, the silence in the room deafening.

He took a seat in his chair, leaning back and eyeing you with that intense gaze again. You stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do next

"Come here," he said in a low voice, gesturing for you to come closer to his desk. You hesitated for a moment but ultimately obeyed, moving closer until you were standing directly in front of him.

His gaze never left you as he leaned back in his chair, his legs spreading open slightly, his attention fixated on you.

"Sit," he said.

You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at the command in his voice. You obeyed and sat down on the edge of the desk, facing him. The position caused your skirt to ride up slightly, exposing more of your thighs.

He let his eyes trail down slowly, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin before meeting your eyes again. A smirk played at the corner of his lips.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with approval.

His hands came to rest on your knees, his touch warm and firm as his fingers gently traced circles on your inner thighs. The contact made your breath hitch.

"Now... about that report..." he continued, his fingers moving higher inch by inch. "It can wait a little longer, don't you think?"

You shivered at the feel of his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. His words and the proximity of his touch were making it difficult to focus.

"I... suppose it can," you managed to respond. Your voice was shaky, unable to hide the effect he was having on you.

His smirk grew wider as he noticed your reaction. "That's what I thought." His hands stopped their path at your thighs, his grip tightening slightly.

He leaned in closer, his face now inches from yours. "You look good sitting on my desk. Fits perfectly." He whispered, his breath warm against your cheek.

His fingers gently pushed your skirt up higher, almost to the point where it was just barely covering your pussy. You bit your lip, your cheeks flushed with heat.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. His touch was possessive, confident—like he already knew you belonged here, like this.

His free hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your face toward his. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, tugging it slightly.

"Do you ever think about this?" His voice was rough now, darker. "Fucking you on my desk?"

You felt your cheeks burn at his blunt question. His words were like a shot of electricity through your body, igniting a fire deep within you.

"I…..yes" you managed to stammer out, your voice barely above a whisper. His gaze darkened even more at your confession.

He let out a low growl, his fingers gripping your thighs harder. "You have no idea how much I fantasize about you." He nipped at your earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure down your spine. "Every day I think about bending you over that desk, taking you right there, hard and fast."

Your breath hitched at his words. His hands moved higher, fingers tracing the edge of your panties. "I can barely keep my hands off you," he groaned, his voice a guttural whisper. He looked at you with eyes darkened by desire. "Turn around."

You hesitated for a moment, but the look in his eyes was something you couldn't resist. You felt a rush of anticipation as you turned around, facing away from him. You heard him get up from the chair, felt him step behind you.

"Put your palms on the desk," he said, his voice commanding, his hand resting on your spine.

You obeyed, pressing your palms flat against the smooth surface of his desk. The moment you did, his body pressed flush against your back—hard, unyielding, his arousal evident against you. His lips brushed the shell of your ear as his hands slid up your thighs again, pushing your skirt up entirely now.

"Good," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. "Now let's see if you're as eager as I've imagined."

One hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back just enough to expose your throat, while the other traced the damp fabric of your panties—teasing, taunting.

"Tell me," he breathed against your skin, fingers slipping beneath the lace. "How many times have you dreamed of this?"

You trembled, his touch igniting a raw, primal need within you. "Every time I walk into this office," you confessed, your voice a breathless whisper.

His grip on your hair tightened slightly, just enough to send another pulse of heat through you.

"Every time?" he repeated, voice rough with approval. His fingers slid deeper, finding you already embarrassingly wet for him. He let out a low groan. "Fuck, you’re perfect."

Without warning, he yanked your panties to the side, his palm smacking against your ass, sharp enough to make you gasp, but not enough to truly sting. "Tell me more."

The unexpected spank made you jolt, a strangled moan escaping your lips. "I… I thought about it during meetings, at your every touch during the day, hell, even when I’m at home."

His fingers pressed into you, spreading you open, a smug satisfaction evident in his tone. "Home, you say?"

You whimpered, pushing back against his hand. "Y-yes," you managed to reply. "Imagined you coming home to me, bending me over the kitchen table, on the couch, anywhere you could have me. And.. I would sometimes touch myself, even in the restroom during breaks."

"You couldn’t keep your fingers off that needy little clit for two minutes, huh?" His tongue ran up the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "How often?

You moaned, arching into his touch. “F-frequent..ly.” you managed to say between gasps and pants. “Once, in this office..”

He gave another firm slap on your ass, this one with more force.

“When?” his tone was sharp, filled with need.

Your head was too clouded with desire to think straight. “A week ago, when you left for…,” you tried to recall, “for the meeting about the… the… contract.”

He hissed sharply at your confession, his fingers sinking into your flesh. "You touched yourself here. In my office. When I was just rooms away." You could almost feel his growl of possessiveness as he repeated the words, his grip on your hips turning almost painful.

He spun you around, almost roughly, and your back hit the edge of the desk. His hands went to your blouse, undoing buttons with a swiftness that was almost animalistic.

You helped him, shedding the fabric until your torso was bare beneath his heated gaze. His hands roamed over your skin, rough and demanding. You could barely catch your breath as he unhooked your bra, tossing it away without a second thought.

His mouth was on you in seconds, capturing a nipple between his lips, his tongue working circles around the hardening bud. You let out a gasp, arching your back, fingers tangling in his hair.

“God, you taste good."

His mouth moved lower, trailing hot, wet trails down your stomach. His hands hooked under your knees, urging you to sit on the desk. You acquiesced, your hips right at the edge. He moved between your legs, spreading them wide, giving him an uninhibited view.

His eyes drank in the sight of you, spread open and bare before him. His hands moved to unbuckle his belt, his movements betraying his own desperation. You watched as he freed himself from his pants, his cock already hard and leaking. He leaned forward, the tip of his cock grazing your pussy.

He moaned at the contact, his hands clenching at your thighs. "So wet and ready for me." he murmured, his voice gruff. He ran his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick. You mewled, your hands fisting his shirt.

"You want this, sweetheart?" He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked with yours. "You want me to finally fill you up like I've been aching to for months now?"

You moaned, your head nodding almost desperately. "Yes, please… I need you." Your fingers tangled in his hair, and the hunger in his gaze intensified.

Without hesitation, he slid into you. It was slow, yet relentless, filling you inch by inch until he was buried deep. You let out a gasp, your body adjusting to the intrusion. He groaned, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours.

"So tight…." he hissed. “Can't believe I've waited this long".

He pulled out almost completely and slammed back in, setting a fast, hard pace, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside you. You moaned shamelessly, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper.

He grunted, his grip on your legs tightening as he pounded into you. “This is exactly what you wanted, huh?" He nipped at your neck, his tongue soothing the sting. His hands reached up, his fingers pinching your nipples.

You arched into his touch, your fingers raking down his arms. “Yes, god, please." You moaned, your voice breathless.

With every movement, every touch, he claimed you, making you feel completely and utterly possessed. His mouth moved up to capture yours, his tongue delving into your mouth hungrily.

His hands moved to your hips, angling you for a deeper penetration. You moaned against his mouth, your hands moving up to claw at his back. He growled, the sound reverberating through both of your bodies.

He suddenly wrapped his arm around you, hauling you off the desk and turning you around. Your chest hit the cold surface, your hips pressed against his pelvis. He positioned himself again and slammed back into you without warning. You yelled out, hands flailing to find purchase on the surface.

His free hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back as he set a brutal pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office, mixing with your moans and his grunts.

"This is where you belong." He growled into your ear. "Under me, taking my cock like a good girl."

You couldn't respond, your mind too clouded with pleasure to form coherent words. Your body submitted to him willingly, your hips pushing back against him, taking him deeper.

His hand moved from your hair, wrapping around your neck and squeezing just enough to make your head spin.

He pounded into you mercilessly, your body shaking with each powerful thrust. Your moans turned into little cries of pleasure, the feeling of his hand around your neck adding an edge of roughness that sent shivers down your spine. “Slut.. fucking... slut." His grip around your neck tightened as he punctuated each word with a particularly rough thrust.

You could feel the coil tightening inside you, the pressure building with each stroke of his cock. And then he changed the angle slightly, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. You let out a scream, your hands clawing desperately at the desk.

He moaned at your reaction, his hips stuttering for a moment. "That's it, baby." He murmured, his tone rougher than ever. "You gonna come for me? Gonna come all over my cock?"

''Oh God... I'm so close...'' You managed to moan between pants. Your body was on the brink, the heat coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap any moment. He seemed to sense your impending climax, his movements becoming even rougher. He was close too, you could tell.

His breath was coming in hot puffs against your ear. "Come, now." He commanded.

The combination of his command, the roughness of his movements, and the sheer intensity of the moment pushed you over the edge. You came with a shattered cry, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you.

He groaned loudly, feeling your walls clenching around him. "Fuuuck, just like that, good girl." He slammed his hips against you a few more times, riding out your orgasm, before giving one final deep thrust.

You could feel his release spreading deep inside you, hot and sticky. He slowed down, his hand releasing your neck and his forehead rested between your shoulder blades, both of you catching your breath. His body was a heavy but strangely comforting weight against your back.

It was oddly quiet in the aftermath. Just the sound of your panting filling the office. It took a few moments for you to finally speak.

"Fuck, you made it creampie."

It was an incredibly rare moment to witness him looking completely wrecked. His hair was disheveled, his face flushed, and his breathing still uneven. He pulled out of you, his cum dripping down your thighs. He spun you back around to face him.

His fingers brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from your face, his gaze softened for a moment. Then, just like a switch being flipped, he became the cool, composed man that everyone else saw. He pulled up his pants, straightening his appearance.

His fingers brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from your face, his gaze softened for a moment. Then, just like a switch being flipped, he became the cool, composed man that everyone else saw. He pulled up his pants, straightening his appearance.

"Go clean up." He said, his tone back to its usual commanding tone. He gave you a slight smirk, his eyes full of satisfied possessiveness. “You did good.”

You tried to regain your composure, your legs feeling a little shaky. You hastily put on your clothes, feeling the stickiness between your thighs. He moved around the room, straightening things up as if nothing significant had just happened.

Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but before you could say anything, he spoke.

"This stays here." He said firmly, his gaze meeting yours. "This doesn’t leave this room."

The implications of his words hung heavily in the air. He was essentially sealing this moment off from the rest of the world, locking it away in the confines of his office.

You nodded, understanding the weight of that agreement. The secret would remain a secret. It was an unspoken pact between the two of you now.

"Understood." You replied, your voice steady despite the chaos inside you.

His eyes held yours for a few seconds longer, reading your expression. Satisfied that you understood, he gave you a curt nod.

"Good." He walked over to his desk, returning to his seat, the epitome of composed authority.

The room felt charged again, but the atmosphere had shifted fundamentally.

"Now." He said, looking up from some papers. "Back to work."

His change back to professional mode was swift and seamless. It was as if the passionate encounter had never occurred, and you were back to your roles as employer and employee.

You swallowed hard, feeling a little disoriented by the sudden change. "Yes, sir." You replied, attempting to mirror his cool demeanor.

He gave you one final look, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment, before turning his attention back to his work.

The silence in the room was heavy. It was a stark contrast to the intensity of just minutes ago. Slowly, you managed to ground yourself again, focusing on the tasks that lay before you.

time skip.

The rest of the week passed agonizingly slow. Every moment spent in the office felt charged, a constant reminder of what had happened behind closed doors. There wasn't a single moment you didn't think about it, your mind replaying the memory over and over again.

On the night that preceded the weekend, you found yourself restless, tossing and turning in your bed. Sleep evaded you, your thoughts still consumed by him and the promise you both had made.

The clock crept past midnight, the hours ticking away, yet you remained wake. Every time your eyes closed, your mind would drift back to the raw passion that had passed between you. And you feeling wet again. You reached for your phone.

You took a shaky breath, your fingers hovering over the screen for a moment. Before you could second-guess yourself, you typed and sent a simple text to him. "You awake?"

It was a reckless move. You knew it could risk everything, but in that state of restless anticipation, you couldn’t stop yourself. You waited, nervously, for his response.

Minutes passed, each one felt like an hour. Your heart was racing, wondering if you had made a huge mistake. Perhaps he had been asleep this whole time, unaware of your restless state.

And then, suddenly, your phone buzzed.

You nearly jumped, your hand trembling as you picked up the phone. Your heart lodged in your throat as you opened the message.

His response was a simple "Yes."

Your heart skipped a beat.

The single word sent your heart into overdrive. For a moment, you just stared at the screen, taking in that terse confirmation. You knew what this meant; it was a silent invitation, a green light to what you had been thinking.

Without hesitation, your fingers typed a response. "Can you come over and fuck me again?"

The bluntness of your message was unlike anything you'd ever sent before, but somehow it felt right given the situation. You didn't even have time to think about it, your thumb hitting the send button before you could reconsider.

You waited, your heart pounding in your chest, for his reply.

Each second felt like an eternity as you awaited his response. Your mind raced through possibilities, from him simply ignoring you to him being angry. It wasn't like you to be so forward, especially with him.

Then, as you were about to resign yourself to the fact that he hadn't seen your message, your phone buzzed again. Your heart leapt into your throat.

His response was succinct, a simple "Address?"

A rush of relief washed over you, mixing with an undeniable thrill. You quickly typed back your address, sending it with a flutter of anticipation.

Your heart was thudding against your rib cage now, every nerve in your body alive with anxious excitement.

A moment later, he responded with a short "I'm coming."

You gulped, a shiver running down your spine at the message. It was really happening. The thought of him, here in your space, made your stomach churn in a dizzying combination of nervousness and expectation.

You jumped up from your bed, suddenly realizing how unprepared you were. Your room was a mess, and you were still in your pajamas. But he was on his way, and there was no time to think about it anymore.

In a frenzy, you quickly straightened up your room, picking up clothes scattered around and smoothing out rumpled sheets on the bed. You rushed to the bathroom, a quick glance in the mirror making you wince. Your hair was a mess, your face was flushed, and your clothes were crumpled.

You hastily splashed water on your face, brushed your hair and changed into something more sexy.

You chose a silk slip with lace trimmings, the fabric draping over your curves. It was a daring choice, not something you'd usually wear but felt appropriate for the occasion.

You stood before the mirror, taking a deep breath, just as you heard a knock on the door.Your heart rate spiked at the sound. He was here.

Slowly, you made your way to the door, each step feeling like a step closer to the edge of a precipice. As you reached the door, you took another breath, steeling yourself, before opening it.

He stood there, leaning against the door frame, dressed in a dark suit that hugged his frame perfectly. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in your attire and lingering on the curves accentuated by the silk.

A silence stretched between you both as his eyes devoured you. His gaze was intense, sending shivers down your spine. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and smooth, yet filled with a subtle edge of dominance.

"Nice outfit."

His compliment only served to add fuel to the fire that was ignited in your stomach. Your fingers fidgeted restlessly with the hem of the slip, suddenly feeling too revealed.

"Thanks." you murmured, trying to sound nonchalant even though you were sure your nervousness was evident. “Come in.” you added, opening the door wider for him to enter.

He walked in, brushing past you, his nearness causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. His scent filled the air, an intoxicating mix of cologne and musk.

You shut the door behind you, the sound seeming too loud in the silence of your apartment. Turning back, you found him standing in the middle of your living room, his hands in his pockets, observing your space.

"Make yourself comfortable." you said, your voice betraying a slight quiver.

He turned to look at you, his eyes holding a heated look. He took a few steps towards you. "I am comfortable." he replied, the double entendre of his words not lost on you.

His gaze roamed down your body again, lingering on the exposed skin where the hem of the slip rose up. "You look good in silk." he commented, his tone casual yet the way his jaw clenched betrayed his own restraint.

His compliment sent a bolt of heat straight to your core. You fought to keep your cool, not wanting to show just how much his words were affecting you.

"Thanks." you muttered, trying to maintain eye contact but finding his gaze too intense. Your fingers were still fidgeting with the hem of the slip, a nervous habit. "Can I get you a drink?" you asked, trying to change the subject and also needing a moment to gather yourself.

His eyes followed your restless fingers, noting your nervous habit. He smirked slightly before responding. "Whiskey, neat.” he replied evenly.

As you moved to reach for a bottle and glass from the kitchen, he took a seat on the couch, his eyes still tracking your every move.

You busied yourself at the counter, pouring the whiskey into a glass. Your hands were shaking a little, but you hoped he wouldn't notice.

As you walked back to where he sat, glass in hand, he patted his lap. "Here." he instructed, his eyes locked with yours.

The command in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, but you obediently walked over and sat down on his lap, the silk of your slip bunching up between your legs. Your breath hitched at the close contact, your thighs resting on top of his, his hands steading you by your waist.

Without breaking eye contact, he took the glass from your hand and took a slow sip.

The silence felt charged as he sipped his drink, his grip on your waist remained firm. The proximity was dizzying, his warmth seeping into your skin, his touch stirring a pool of heat in your core.

He set the glass down on the coffee table next to the couch, his hands returning to your waist. His fingers brushed against the bare skin where your slip had ridden up, sending goosebumps chasing across your flesh.

His touch was so light yet electric, every place he touched felt ignited. You could feel the roughness of his hands, a stark contrast to the silk against your skin. He moved his hands slightly up, his fingers grazing the underside of your breasts.

You inhaled sharply at the contact, your pulse quickening. He smirked, noticing your reaction. His hands continued their ascent, circling around to your back, his fingers finding the ribbon that tied your slip together.

He tugged at the ribbon, the knot undoing effortlessly. The material of your slip loosened, exposing your bare breasts. His hands moved to your chest, cupping your bare skin. His palms were scorching hot against your breasts, his fingers grazing your nipples.

Your nipples hardened under his touch, causing them to graze against the roughness of his palms. You moaned softly, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

His eyes darkened as he felt your nipples harden against his palms and beginning to slowly massage your breasts, his fingers rolling your nipples.

"Suck them." you murmured.

His fingers stilled, a small hitch in his breathing giving away his own desire, and then he leaned forward, wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples. His tongue darted out to flick the stiff peak.

You moaned, and your hands found their way into his hair, holding him closer to your chest. He moaned against your skin.

His mouth worked magic with your nipple, his tongue swirling and lapping at the hardened bud. His hands moved down your waist, finding the hem of the slip and pushing it up, exposing your bare pussy.

His fingers brushed over your clit, spreading your wetness. "God, you're so wet." He murmured, his voice huskily against your neck as he pushed a finger inside you. You moaned, your hips lifting reflexively, eagerly grinding down on his hand. "You've been thinking about this all week, haven't you?"

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the truth felt almost surreal. You moaned again as he added another finger, his thumb circling your clit. You were helpless, lost in the pleasure.

"I did." you admitted breathlessly, your grip on his hair tightened. "So much."

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that particular spot that made you see stars. He groaned as you arched your back, your moans echoing in the room.

"Did you touch yourself while thinking about it?" His low, gravelly tone made heat pool deep within you.

"Y-yes." you admitted, your voice trembling.

His fingers pumped into you faster, the pace suddenly rougher. "Show me, show me how you touched yourself, thinking about me." He growls, his voice dripping with lust.

Your body quivered, the pressure building within you. You lifted your skirt up, revealing your hand dipping down between your legs. Your fingers found your clit.

You were already messy, your fingers rubbing your clit just the right way. His hand stayed still inside your hole as you worked yourself up. Your whimpers filled the air as you imagined him inside you.

He groaned at the sight, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. "So greedy, aren't you?" He murmured, voice thick with lust. "Look at you, dripping all over my fingers." He curled his fingers again.

That was all it took. Your hands gripped his shoulders, your head tilting back as your orgasm crashed through you with a force that left you shuddering. Your walls clenched around his fingers, your mind going blank.

"Fuck." He growled, his voice strained. "You look so good like this.

In one swift move, he positioned you on his lap, pushing his pants down just enough to free his cock. It was hard and thick, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He guided you forward, lining you up with his cock. You moaned as the tip rubbed against your entrance.

"Take it." He demanded, his hands guiding you down onto his cock, his hands settling on your hips. "Bounce it."

You moaned again as he filled you up, the stretch almost overwhelming. You started to move, lifting yourself up and down his cock as he had asked. You moaned, loving the way he felt inside you.

He groaned, his hands guiding your moves, setting a harsh pace. "That's it, good girl." He praised, each word punctuated by a hard slap on your ass.

The pleasure mixed with the sharp sting was intoxicating. You bounced faster, chasing the building pleasure. Your hands moved to his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin as you rode him.

He grunted with each bounce, his hands squeezing your sides. "Fuck, you feel so good." He groaned, his head thrown back.

His words spurred you on, your movements growing more desperate. You leaned down, capturing his lips in a messy kiss, your tongues dancing together in a fervent rhythm. His hands moved to your ass, spreading your cheeks wider as he thrust upward, hitting that deep spot inside you.

You moaned into his mouth, your sounds swallowed by his lips. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck, your mouth moving down to sucking and biting. His grip on your ass got tighter; you knew you were going to bruise. His thrusts became harder, his pace brutal and relentless.

His hips snapped up to meet your bounces, his fingers digging into your flesh. "You love this, don't you?" He murmured against your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Being filled up, used."

His words were filthy, but they only served to fuel your desire. You nodded, panting against his shoulder. "Yes." you managed to gasp out.

His grip on your hips tightened, his breathing getting harsher. "That's right. This is where you belong, right here on my cock taking it however I give it. Isn't that right, baby?"

Your moaned helplessly at his filth, your body responding helplessly to his command, desperate to please. "Yes." you moaned, your voice needy. "Please."

He growled, his control faltering as he heard you beg. He flipped you over so you were now on your back.

He kneeled above you, his hands pinning your wrists above your head, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. His cock still buried deep inside you, he gave a hard thrust. You moaned loudly, your hips trying to lift up to meet him. "Please!" you begged again, your mind blank except for him.

His eyes darkened at your plea. "Please what?" He taunted, his voice rough. "Please don't stop? Please go faster?"

You could feel his cock twitching inside you, his own self-control hanging by a thread. "Please, faster." You moaned, your voice breathy and shaky.

He grinned, a smug satisfaction dancing in his eyes. "Good girl." He obliged, his hips pistoning forward, his pace ruthless. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.

His thrusts were punishing, hitting you deep. You arched your back, your legs wrapping around his waist. He moaned, his hands releasing your wrists and moving down to your hips, holding you in place.

Your hands scrambled for something, anything, your breast bouncing with every rough thrust.

"Look at you." he murmured, his voice hoarse. "You were made for this, weren't you? Made to take my cock like a little cock-hungry slut."

His words were harsh, but they only fueled your need. You moaned shamelessly, your body trembling with each slap of his hips against yours. "Yes, sir." You whimpered, surrendering to his dominance completely.

His grip on your hips tightened, his control slipping further. "You like that, don’t you? You like being called a filthy little cock-hungry slut." He punctuated each word with a particularly hard thrust.

Your brain was too fogged up to form a coherent response. "Yes, sir." You repeated, your voice trembling.

His eyes darkened further at your submission. "What a perfect little slut you are." He hissed, his pace becoming erratic. "Taking me so well." His hands moved up to your breasts, squeezing them roughly.

Your hands covered his, arching your hips up to meet his frantic thrusts. You could feel the familiar coil winding tighter in your belly. Your mind was a messy jumble of pleasure and desire. "Please, sir," you moaned. "Please, can I - can I come?"

He smirked, his thumb finding your clit. "You're asking for permission now?" He teased, despite the roughness of his tone. He rubbed rough circles on your clit, matching his thrusts.

"Such a well-behaved slut." he murmured, his eyes locked onto yours. "Come for me, my little slut. Let me feel you clenching around my cock."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body arching up to meet his touch. Your eyes rolled back, your fingers digging into the couch as the pressure inside you built to the edge. With just a few more strokes, you were on the brink.

"Yes, please sir, please." You were almost shouting now, your voice raspy and broken. "Please let me-"

His hand tightened on your hip, his pace becoming relentless.

"Such please manners from a filthy slut." He growled. "Fine. Come for me." He ordered, his fingers working your clit faster.

His command sent you over the edge. Your body shook, your mouth gasping for air as you clenched around his cock. You moaned louder than you've ever had, the pleasure overwhelming. Your legs locked around his hips, pulling him even deeper as he continued to pound into you.

"That's it, that's it." He muttered, his grip tightening. "Such a good girl."

His words only prolonged your orgasm, prolonging the intense feelings coursing through you. Your body was hypersensitive, each touch sending shivers down your spine. He continued to pound into you, his pace relentless.

"Fuck," he growled, his own self-control slipping. "You feel too good."

The room was filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies colliding.

His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, his nails leaving marks on your skin. His mouth found your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as his thrusts turned irregular.

"I’m close." he panted, his breath hot against your ear. "Where do you want it?"

His question made your mind short-circuit. You just managed to whisper, "On me."

He cursed under his breath, his movements even more uncoordinated. With one final hard thrust, he pulled out.

"Get on your knees." He commanded, his voice rougher than usual. You obeyed obediently, getting on your knees infront of him. He stroked his cock fast, his eyes on your face.

"Mouth open. Tongue out." He said shortly.

Your heart raced with each instruction, your obedience coming as naturally as breathing. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out just like he’d instructed. He moaned at the sight, his hand moving faster over his cock.

"God, I can’t wait to come all over that pretty face." He moaned.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your eyes locked on his cock. He was so close, his hand running faster over the length. "That's right, keep that mouth wide open." He muttered, his breathing heavy.

You moaned at his command, anticipation coursing through you. He grunted, closing his eyes for a second. "You look so good on your knees for me." He moaned, his hand working faster. "I’m close, I’m - “

Without warning, he came hard, ropes of his cum landing on your face. You flinched slightly, surprised at the suddenness but stayed still.

He leaned against the side of the couch, trying to catch his breath. You stayed on your knees, his releasecooling on your face. He looked down at you, his eyes darker than before. "So pretty." He murmured, running a finger through the mess on your face. He hooked his finger under your chin and tipped your jaw up.

"Lick it up." He commanded softly. You obeyed, your tongue darting out to clean his finger clean. His breath hitched at the sight.

"Good girl." he murmured, his thumb running across your bottom lip. He seemed content to just stand there, towering over you. The silence was a heavy one, the weight of what just happened pressing down on both of you.

"You did good." He finally said, breaking the silence. He reached down, offering a hand to help you stand.

You took his hand, your legs feeling wobbly as you stood up. His eyes ran over your naked form, his gaze almost reverent. He brushed some stray hairs away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, his tone was softer than you’ve ever heard it before.

You nodded, managing a small smile. "I’m fine." you assured him, your voice a bit hoarse. He brushed his thumb over the hickeys on your neck, a possessive possessiveness in his eyes.

"You sure?" He asked again, his hands moving to the marks he left on your hip. There would be dark bruises there in the morning.

You winced slightly as his fingers pressed against the bruises. "I'm sure." you mumbled, trying to ignore the way his possessiveness made you feel. He let out a low growl, his hands tightening around you.

"This won't do." he murmured. Before you could respond, he scooped you up in his arms, bridal style. You yelped, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. "Where is your room?"

You pointed in the direction of your bedroom, too surprised by the sudden action to protest. He carried you into your room, setting you down on the bed. The room was dimly lit, just the moonlight streaming in through the window.

He started stripping off his suit, his movements swift and practiced. You watched him, taking in the sight of his lean, muscular body. He was built like a statue, every muscle defined.

Once he was completely naked, he climbed onto the bed beside you, his body heat enveloping you. He pulled you close, your back pressed against his chest. His hand rested on your waist, possessively anchoring you against him.

You could feel his body pressed against yours, his soft breaths against your neck. There was a sense of intimacy in the darkness, the silence broken now and then by the sound of his fingers drumming against your skin, his hand possessively clutching your waist.

After a while, he broke the silence with a murmured question. "What are you thinking about?" His voice was soft, a stark contrast to his usual commanding tone. You felt him rest his chin on top of your head, his hands still tracing random patterns on your waist. You took a deep breath, your mind still reeling from the events of the night.

"Nothing, really." you lied, not sure how to put your chaotic emotions into words. It was a mix of confusion, satisfaction, and a lingering sense of vulnerability. His fingers paused.

He could probably sense your lie, his fingers resuming their movements. "You’ve never been a good liar." he said, a ghost of a smile in his voice. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, his tone turning serious. "You didn’t regret what we did tonight, did you?"

His question hung in the air, heavy and loaded. You took a moment to consider your response, the events of the night replaying in your mind.

"No." You replied, your voice steady. "I don’t regret it." His grip on your waist subtly loosened, his body relaxing against yours. He didn’t respond at first, his fingertips resuming their lazy patterns on your skin. "You?"

The question hung in the air between you. His fingers paused again, the weight of his answer hanging in the silence. Finally, he took a deep breath.

"No." he said, his voice soft. "I don’t regret it." A wave of relief washed over you, the reassurance settling in your chest. His hand drifted up to your chest, feeling the steady thump of your heartbeat beneath his palm.

His touch was unexpected, his fingers trailing over your skin like a silent apology. "I didn’t mean to be this rough on you." he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of guilt.

His admission caught you off guard, his hands moving to trace over the bruises on your hip. "I got carried away." he added, his touch incredibly gentle. “Those are going to bruise."

You could feel his breath hitch, a silent admission of guilt. You placed your hand over his, stopping his movements. "It’s alright." you whispered. "I don’t mind."

His fingers stilled under your touch, his grip tightening briefly before releasing. He let out a sigh, his body shifting closer to yours, his chest pressed against your back. "You're too forgiving." he murmured, his lips grazing the back of your neck.

You shivered slightly, your skin prickling at the feeling of his lips. "You're too hard on yourself.” you replied, your voice still soft. He let out a short breath, the sound a cross between a laugh and a scoff. "Someone has to be." he replied.

Your hand moved to intertwine with his, fingers lacing together. "You don’t have to be tough all the time." you murmured, your thumb rubbing soft circles on his skin.

His breath hitched at your touch, his fingers tightening slightly around yours. "Yes, I do." he said, his voice holding a note of finality. He shifted again, burying his face in the nape of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "It’s how I’ve survived." His words were muffled against your skin, carrying a vulnerability that you rarely heard from him.

Your heart clenched at his words, understanding the weight behind them. You held his hand a little tighter, hoping to offer a small measure of comfort. "It’s okay to let your guard down sometimes, you know.” you whispered, your voice soft.

He was silent for a moment and then, barely discernable, you felt him shake his head against your neck. "I can’t." he replied, his voice rough. “There’s no room for mistakes.”

You turned in his arms, facing him. He still had his eyes fixed on the wall, his expression stoic. You reached up, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. "Hey," you murmured, your fingers lingering on his chin, trying to get him to look at you. "Look at me."

His body was tense under your touch, but he eventually shifted his gaze to meet yours. His eyes were unreadable, his expression guarded. You moved your hand to cup his cheek, your thumb running over the harsh line of his jaw.

"It’s just me, here." you murmured, your words soft and reassuring. "You don’t have to be the tough guy with me."

His eyes lingered on yours for a moment, his expression betraying a flicker of vulnerability. Slowly, he relaxed under your touch, his body sagging into your palm. He let out a soft sigh, his hand coming up to cover yours, holding it against his cheek.

"I have to go." he murmured. "I see you tomorrow?"

You felt a pang of disappointment at his words, but you tried to hide it with a small nod. "Yeah." you replied, your voice betraying a hint of reluctance. You watched as he untangled himself from you, his body heat leaving you cold. He rose from the bed, collecting his clothes from the floor.

He dressed in silence, the quiet filled with a heavy atmosphere. When he finished, he turned to look at you, his expression stoic again. "Goodnight." he said simply.

You forced a small smile, the lump in your throat growing. "Goodnight." you replied, trying to swallow the emotions bubbling up. He lingered at the foot of the bed for a moment, as if he wanted to say something else, but he simply turned and walked out of the room. The sound of the front door closing echoed through the apartment, leaving you alone in the silent room.

time skip.

The next morning, you walked into the office with your usual professional demeanor, though the bruises under your silk blouse burned with every movement. The elevator ride up was tense—several other employees chatted casually, completely unaware of the way your pulse spiked when the doors opened to reveal him already at his desk, crisp suit, sharp jawline, eyes glued to a contract like last night never happened. He didn’t glance up when you passed his open door.

You hesitated in the doorway, your fingers tightening around the file folder in your hands. The memory of his hands on your skin, his voice growling praises in your ear, felt worlds away from this cold professionalism.

Clearing your throat softly, you stepped inside. "The quarterly report you asked for, Mr. Park."

His pen stilled. Finally, he lifted his gaze slow, deliberate, scanning you from your conservative heels to the high collar that barely concealed his marks. A beat. Then he held out his hand without a word, waiting.

You handed him the thin folder, your fingers just barely grazing his. His eyes flicked down to the file, then back to your face. There was no flicker of recognition, no hint of the intimacy you'd shared. He skimmed through the report in silence, his expression unreadable. Finally, he looked up again.

"Good work."

The words felt like a thousand pinpricks. You managed a stiff nod, not trusting your voice. "Is there anything else, sir?"

He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight, and studied you with a gaze that felt like it could strip you bare. His fingers tapped the edge of the report once, twice before he finally spoke.

"Actually, yes." His voice was low, meant only for you despite the open door. "My schedule is clear after 7. Dinner. Your place." A beat. "Unless you’d rather pretend last night didn’t happen."

The challenge in his tone made your breath hitch. He was giving you an out, and testing you at the same time.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Last night's vulnerability was nowhere in sight, replaced by this cold, calculated man who somehow made you feel like you belonged to him while maintaining his distance. You lifted your chin, meeting his gaze head-on.

"My place." you confirmed, your voice steady despite the chaos in your chest. His lips curved into a slight, satisfied smirk. It was a small victory, but one that sent a thrill through you.

"Perfect." he replied, and then, as if dismissing you, returned to the papers on his desk.

"One more thing."

You turned back, pulse jumping when you saw his gaze drop to your neck, where the collar of your blouse had shifted, just enough to reveal a bruise he’d left last night. His jaw tightened before he met your eyes again.

He leaned forward suddenly, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

"Wear something I can tear off you."

The command was filthy, delivered with such casual authority that your knees nearly buckled. He held your gaze for one breathless second before flicking his hand toward the door, dismissed.

You walked out on unsteady legs, the phantom weight of his stare burning into your back. The office suddenly felt too hot, too small. And all you could think about was 7 PM.

The rest of the day passed in a haze. You couldn't concentrate, your mind constantly straying to the night ahead. The office clock crawled with each second, every minute feeling like an hour. You checked the clock obsessively, your nerves frayed.

Finally, 6 PM came. You shut down your computer, gathering your belongings with uncharacteristic haste. Colleagues threw you curious glances, sensing your unusual urgency. But you didn't care, thoughts of him and the evening ahead drowning out everything else.

You left the office quickly, heading home to prepare. At home, you stood in front of your closet, hands shaking as you searched for something, anything that matched his order.

Something I can tear off.

The memory of his words fueled your nerves, making you feel both excited and anxious. Eventually, you settled on a simple black dress, the fabric thin and soft to the touch. It was classy enough for dinner yet easy to rip, just like he'd demanded.

You had just slipped into the dress when the doorbell rang, making your heart skip a beat. It was earlier than expected, but there was no mistaking who it was. You took a deep breath, smoothing the fabric down your thighs before walking over to open the door.

Opening it revealed him standing there in all his polished elegance. The moment he saw you, his eyes darkened, taking in every curve of the dress, the way it hugged your form like a second skin. He didn't say a word, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him with a quiet click.

The air between you was charged, the anticipation heavy. You were acutely aware of his every move. He tossed his jacket onto a chair before taking a step closer to you, his eyes roving over the dress.

"You look good." he murmured, his eyes never leaving your body. His closeness made you dizzy, the air between you growing hot. You could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the way his eyes darkened with every second that passed.

His fingers brushed against your neck, trailing down to the hem of your dress. "This doesn't look particularly easy to rip, does it?" His voice was soft, a stark contrast to the roughness of his touch.

You swallowed nervously as his fingers moved to the hem of your dress, his touch light but the intent clear. "It’s easy enough." you managed to say, the anticipation prickling at your skin.

His fingers brushed against your inner thigh, igniting a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He leaned forward, his lips grazing against your ear as he spoke. "I'm going to need to test my theory then." His voice was low, filled with a mixture of command and anticipation.

Without warning, he wrapped his hands around your waist, easily picking you up. You yelped, arms automatically locking around his neck for balance as he carried you across the room and plopped you onto the couch.

You were breathless, the swiftness of his actions catching you off guard. He stood between your legs, his eyes scanning over you.

Then, without warning, he gripped the hem of your dress, the fabric protesting as he ripped it upward. You gasped, the ripping sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. The cool air hit your already heated skin, making you shiver.

He ripped the dress further, the sound echoing through the room, before tossing it aside. You were left in just your panties, completely exposed under his scorching gaze.

His hands moved to your chest, palming your breasts, his thumbs grazing your nipples. You moaned, the roughness of his touch sending shivers down your spine. His breath hitched as he thumbed your nipples, the sound low and needy.

He gave a soft squeeze, the sensation almost too much. "I’ve been thinking about these all day." he murmured. "Every chance I got, I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was this." He pinched your nipples.

You whimpered, the mix of pleasure and pain making your body arch into his touch. "It’s been a long day." you managed to say, your voice breathless. His hands left your chest, reaching for his belt. "Very long." he agreed, unbuckling it.

The sound of his belt coming undone sent a wave of heat between your legs. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. He was already hard, the tip glistening with precum. He gave himself a few slow strokes, spreading the moisture down his length with his thumb.

He leaned down, his hand wrapping around your thighs to pull you closer to him. The roughness of his touch made your breath hitch. "I don’t think I can wait." he murmured, pushing your legs forward until your legs spread wide. His head lowered, his eyes locked on your bare pussy. The weight of his gaze made you squirm, the air feeling heavy with tension. He ran a finger through your slit, collecting the wetness that pooled there. "God, I want to taste you."

You moaned at his words, the feeling of his touch making you impossibly wet. He brought his finger to his mouth, tasting you without breaking eye contact.

He moaned at the taste, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. When he opened them again, they were dark, filled with an intensity that was almost unnerving. Without thinking he kneels before you.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch. His mouth moved closer, his breath hot against your clit. You moaned softly, goosebumps erupting all over your skin in anticipation.

Then, he licked a stripe up your slit, from your entrance to your clit. Your hand flew to his head, fingers tangling in his hair, nails digging into his scalp.

His tongue swirled around your clit, his hands holding you in place as you tried to lift your hips towards his mouth. He moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body. Your fingers tightened in his hair, a gasp escaping your lips.

"Fuck, you taste good.” he murmured against your clit, his tongue lashing out again. The combination of his words and his actions made your head spin, your moans growing louder and more eager. He lapped at your clit more aggressively now.

His grip on your hips tightened, holding you firmly in place. "You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?" he murmured against your clit as he kept licking sloppily. Your hand in his head dug deeper, not letting him budge an inch. "A good girl who keeps her legs spread wide for me to taste." His words were filthy, his tone taunting.

Your pussy clenched at his words, his taunting making your insides coil with heat. "Oh, you like that, don’t you?" He pulled back just enough to speak, his cock twitching at your reaction. "When I talk dirty to you." His tongue flicked your clit, the tip grazing your clit just right.

You could barely manage a nod, your breath coming in harsh gasps. "Yes." you managed to squeak out, your grip on his hair tightening. He smirked against your clit, the smug smugness in his tone evident.

"You like it when I tell you how much I’ve been wanting to taste you all day, how I wanted to spend my lunch break with my head between your legs." His words sent a shiver down your spine, your head spinning with need. His tongue flicked your clit again, faster this time. "You like it when I talk about my thoughts about how I was going to get on my knees while you work, under your desk."

Your hips twitched, his words painting filthy scenarios in your head. "Yes." you panted, your need growing by the second. His mouth returned to your clit, his tongue licking you with more force. "Imagining you trying to stay quiet, trying to focus on work while I'm licking you out." He murmured, his words punctuated by flicks of his tongue.

Your grip on his head grew desperate, your legs trembling. "Oh god, please." you begged, your mind filled with nothing but the image he’d just painted. His tongue worked you harder.

His grip on your hips tightened, holding you in place as you arched your back. He moaned against your clit, the vibrations making your legs shake. "And then I’d take my time." He murmured, his breaths hot against your skin. His tongue flicked again, faster. "Take my time just like this."

Your moans were growing louder, your fingers practically yanking his hair. "Oh god, please." you panted again, your words a plea. His tongue flicked your clit once more, rougher.

"Begging for what, princess?" he murmured against your clit, his tone cocky. "Use your words." His tongue flattened against your clit, the pressure just enough to drive you insane. You moaned again, your mind fuzzy with need.

"You. I need you." you managed to gasp out, your hands pushing his head harder against your clit. He chuckled, his breath hot against your clit. "You want me to tongue-fuck you, don’t you?” His words were filthy, the roughness of his hands a contrast.

You nodded, desperate for any sort of relief. “Yes." you moaned. "Please." He hummed, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming sensation.

"Good girl." He murmured, before his mouth latched onto your clit again. This time, his tongue flicked and swirled around it, more aggressively. At the same time, his fingers found their way to your entrance, plunging in easily.

You moaned loudly, your hips bucking against his face. His fingers hooked inside you, pressing against your spot.

Your legs tightened around his face, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Oh my god, oh my god." you gasped. His fingers curled inside you, his tongue licking your clit faster. The combination was unbearable, the pleasure coiling in your stomach.

"Close." you panted, your voice needy. His fingers moved faster, his tongue working your clit relentlessly. His name fell from your lips like a mantra, your brain struggling to form coherent thoughts.

"God, I need to feel you come on my face." He moaned.

Your mind was a mess, the pleasure overwhelming. “Please, please, please." you begged, your body trembling on the edge. He groaned against your clit, his fingers twisting inside you. "Come for me, baby." He murmured against your clit. He sucked your clit with more force, his fingers moving faster. “Come right on my face.”

You moaned desperately, your hips grinding against his face. He moaned against your clit, his fingers pounding into you. The sight of you riding his hand was too much, his grip on your thighs tightening. “Oh please, please.” you pleaded, your voice broken. His fingers hit that spot inside you, again and again.

Your back arched, your head falling back as you moaned his name. "Come on, come on." he murmured, his fingers pumping you.

You moaned louder, your body trembling as your orgasm rocked through you. He moaned against your clit, his fingers working you through it. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place as you rode his face. "Fuck." he murmured, the roughness in his voice evident.

Your legs trembled around his head, your body twitching through the aftershocks. He sucked on your clit, prolonging your orgasm. Your fingers pulled on his hair, the intensity too much.

He moaned again, the feel of your fingers pulling his hair adding to his pleasure. He finally pulled away, his fingers still inside you.

His face was slick with your juices, his eyes dark as he looked up at you. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. He moaned at the taste, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You’re perfect." he murmured, his voice hoarse. He stood up. "You ready for my dick baby?"

You moaned at his words, your body still trembling from your orgasm. "Yes." you managed to say, your voice rasp.

He held your waist, lifting you up and turning you to face away from him. You were still dizzy from the sudden movement, your legs wobbly. He turned you around so you were facing the couch. You leaned forward automatically, your chest pressed against the cushions.

He spanked you once, the sound echoing in the room. "God, you look amazing like this." he murmured, his hands running down your back.

His hands roamed over your body, rough and possessive. His hands spread your cheeks apart, his thumb grazing over your entrance. "Fuck baby." he murmured, his thumb collecting your juices before bringing it to his mouth.

You moaned at the feeling, the roughness of his hands sending shivers down your spine. He positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock rubbing against your clit. He gave a small thrust, the angle just right. Your legs trembled, your body still sensitive.

He slapped your ass again, the sound loud. "So wet for me." he murmured, his cock throbbing against you. One hand moved up to your waist, holding you in place. His other hand wrapped around your neck, fingers gripping your chin and forcing you to look back to him.

Your neck was exposed, your body stretched out beneath him. "Mouth open." he murmured, his grip on your chin tightening. You complied, opening your mouth for him. He leaned down, his mouth hovering over yours and spat into your mouth. You moaned, the taste of him making you clench around air.

His fingers tightened around your neck. "Such a dirty girl." he murmured, his fingers squeezing your neck tighter. With one swift thrust.

You moaned, the sudden penetration taking you by surprise. He moaned louder, his grip tightening on your neck again as he began to slowly pull out before pushing back in roughly. "This is what you’ve been needing, right princess?" His words hung in the air as he snapped his hips again, setting a slow, steady pace. You moaned loudly, your body feeling too good to speak.

"I know.” He murmured. "Nothing feels better than getting your little pussy stuffed with my cock, does it?" He punctuated each word with a hard thrust. A steady rhythm began to build up.

His hands shifted to your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you. His hands dug into your hips, surely leaving finger shaped bruises. Your moans grew louder with each thrust, your brain lost in the feeling of him. He leaned down, his chest pressed against your back, his mouth by your ear. "Cock-drunk already?" he murmured.

His roughness was driving you crazy, your mind a mess. "Fuck.." you managed to gasp out, your pussy clenching around him at his words. His hands ran up the sides of your body, fingers grazing your skin possessively.

His hand moved to your face, his fingers pressing down on your jaw, his fingers squeezing your jaw so hard you moaned. He spat into your mouth again, the thick saliva landing on your tongue. You moaned again, your fingers tangled in the cushions beneath you.

He groaned as your pussy clenched around him, the way your body reacted to him never failing to drive him insane. He continued to pound into your, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. His hands moved back down to your hips, gripping you tightly as he picked up the speed, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

His fingers dug into your flesh, holding you in place as he slammed into you from behind. His breaths were ragged, his face buried in the back of your neck as he lost himself in you. "God, I’m getting close." he panted. "I’m going to fill this needy pussy up so good." he moaned.

You moaned at his words, the feeling of him hitting that deep spot with every thrust making you see stars. "Please." you moaned, your body burning with need. "Please, I need it." You could feel him twitching inside you, signaling how close he was. "Come inside me, please." you moaned again.

He growled at your plea, "Oh my god." he moaned against your neck. "You’re such a good girl, beg for my come." He moaned again, his pace not slowing down. "Tell me how much you’re aching for it, baby."

You moaned, your words a mess of need and desire. "I’m aching for it, please." you moaned, your body clenching around him. "Please come inside me." He moaned, your words pushing him closer to the edge. "You know exactly what you look like right now?" he panted. "On your hands. With your ass in the air and my-" The rest of his sentence was lost in a groan.

His hands moved back to your waist, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. He slammed into you one last time, hips snapping against your hard. "Oh god." he moaned, his body tense against yours as he came. "Oh god, oh god." His cock spasms inside you, filling you up.

The feeling of him filling you up sent you over the edge. "Oh god." you moaned, your body trembling beneath him. Your orgasm washed over you, waves of pleasure making your fingers cling onto the couch. Your body felt boneless as he slowly pulled out, his fingers grazing your hip.

"Good girl." he murmured, still panting. He placed a small kiss on your neck and stood up. You lay sprawled out on the couch, the feeling of his come dripping from your core. He looked down at you, his gaze lingering on your body.

He crouched down beside you, running his fingers through your hair. "Let me clean you." he murmured, his touch gentle.

You just hummed, too tired to form words. He went to the bathroom, coming back with a damp cloth. His hands were soft as he cleaned you up, taking his time.

He tossed the cloth into the hamper before sitting down beside you on the couch. He pulled you into his lap, his hands running up and down your side. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the roughness from before.

You snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and content. His hands continued to roam over your body, his touch almost tender. He placed a small kiss on top of your head. "But I have to go."

"Again?" you murmured. "Why don't you stay?"

He sighed, his hand pausing on your waist. "I can't." he said, his voice low. "You know it's not that simple."

You buried your face into his chest, trying to hide your disappointment. You'd hoped he would stay, at least just for awhile. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "I'm sorry." he murmured, his fingers tangling in your hair.

You sighed, the weight in your chest growing heavier. "I know." you murmured. "I just...I just wish it was different."

A beat of silence. He sighed again, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. "You deserve more than just this." He murmured, his voice softer than usual. His words hung in the air, heavy with an unspoken truth.

You didn't respond, feeling more vulnerable than ever. He pulled away, holding you at arm's length to look at you. His expression was indecipherable, his eyes scanning over your face.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but before he could, his phone buzzed, breaking the silence. He let out a low curse, his demeanor switching back to his usual unreadable self. He released you, standing up to grab his abandoned phone from his pants pocket.

You stood up as well, your body missing the warmth of his touch. He was already scrolling through his phone, his attention now focused on whatever message he'd received.

"I have to go." he said simply, his usual distant tone back in place. He started putting on his shirt, the fabric concealing his chest again.

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of emptiness, the abrupt switch in his demeanor jarring. "Oh." You managed to say, your voice small. He finished buttoning his shirt, his gaze still fixed on his phone.

Your eyes followed his movements as he bent down to retrieve his pants from the floor, his words hanging in the air. He slipped into his pants, his movements swift and efficient. He grabbed his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder.

He turned back to you, his expression unreadable. "I'll see you at office tomorrow." he said, his tone as if finalizing a business decision. You stood there, feeling small and vulnerable in the aftermath of... whatever this was. "Give me kiss baby, come on."

You stepped forward on instinct, your body moving on autopilot. He leaned down, kissing you briefly. His lips were cold on yours, the gesture lacking the emotion from before.

He pulled away, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair back from your face. "Goodnight." he said, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he turned and walked out. And just like that, he was gone, leaving you alone in the quiet apartment yet again.

time skip.

The next month was hellish. After that night, Jimin had become distant. He returned to his usual cold persona, barely sparing you a glance in the office. It was as if nothing had happened between you.

It drove you crazy.

You would catch him observing you from afar, his gaze intense yet unreadable. Occasionally, he would call you into his office under the pretense of discussing work related matters.

Each time, you would feel the crackling tension in the air, the memory of that night hanging heavy between you. When you entered the room, he would be sitting at his desk, his face an unreadable mask. He would gesture for you to sit, his gaze never leaving yours. You would take your seat, trying to ignore the nerves bubbling up inside you.

He would start by asking you questions about a project or a presentation, his tone business-like. But you could see the way his fingers tensed, the way his jaw clenched. You would respond calmly, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach.

And when the work talk would inevitably be finished, there would be a moment of silence.

"We have a big meeting with Samsung tomorrow at 1 p.m. They’re inviting you to their office." you murmured and stand up

He nodded, his expression unreadable. "I know." His response was short, his voice betraying no emotion. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze still on you. "You’ll need to get the documents ready."

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady. "Already done." You replied, trying to hide the way his proximity was affecting you. He let out a low hum, his eyes scanning over you again.

You knew he was intentionally not dismissing you. He stared at you, the tension in the room thick. You were hyper-aware of his every move, the way his fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair, the way his eyes lingered on your legs. Your heart raced, butterflies in your stomach.

“You can go.” he said eventually, his voice quiet. A silent dismisses. You nodded, standing up on shaky legs.

You tried to move past him but stumbled, catching yourself on his desk. He was instantly out of his chair, his hand gripping your waist, steading you. The unexpected touch set your skin on fire. He held you there for a moment, too close, too intimate. His grip was firm, his eyes searching yours.

“Careful.” his voice was a gruff whisper.

The proximity and the roughness of his grip sent shivers down your spine. You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. "You okay?" he murmured, his eyes lingering on your face. You could only manage a nod, your voice stuck in your throat. He was so close you could feel his breath on your face.

After a beat of silence, he let go, stepping back. But the tension in the room hadn’t dissipated. The distance suddenly felt too far away. You straightened up, clearing your throat. "I’m fine, thanks."

He nodded, his expression unreadable again. "Good." he said simply.

There was a pause, the silence heavy. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he held his tongue. You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, trying to find your voice.

Finally, you spoke up. "Is there anything else, sir?" you asked, your voice small.

He looked at you for a moment, the intensity in his gaze making you squirm. His eyes flicked down to your hand, still gripping the hem of your skirt. "No." he said finally, a low, gruff sound.

You took it as your cue to leave. You turned to go, feeling his eyes on you even after you reached the door. Your fingers were on the doorknob when he spoke up again. "Actually, there is something." His voice was authoritative, commanding your attention.

You froze, your hand still on the doorknob. You turned back to face him, trying to keep your expression neutral. "Yes, sir?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

He took a step closer to you, his movements measured and deliberate. The distance between you was electric. "I miss you."

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart skipping a beat. You hadn’t expected him to say that, much less admit it so bluntly. You swallowed heavily, trying to find your voice. "You...miss me?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He took another step closer, his eyes locked onto yours. He was standing over you now, his presence overwhelming. "I do." he murmured, his voice laced with something you couldn’t quite place. You could smell his cologne, the familiar scent making your head spin. "I miss you so much it’s driving me crazy." His hand came up to your cheek, his fingertips grazing your skin. You shivered under his touch.

His thumb traced over your bottom lip, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I’ve been trying to stay away." he murmured, his thumb still tracing your lip. "But I can’t stop thinking about you."

You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, his proximity intoxicating. "You’re the one who’s been avoiding me." you murmured, your voice betraying your emotions. He scoffed, his hand moving to the back of your neck.

"Yeah." he admitted, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Because when I’m around you, all I can think about is how good you feel. How much I want you."

His fingers lightly dug into your scalp, making you gasp. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" His other hand was still on your cheek, his thumb now pressing against your bottom lip. "I tried to ignore you, ignore my feelings. "

You could feel yourself losing control, his words and touch breaking down your defenses. "Why did you try to ignore me?" you asked, your voice a little breathless. His fingers tightened in your hair, pulling your head back. He bent down, his mouth near your ear.

He murmured, his breath hot on your ear. "Because I don’t do relationships." His mouth moved down to your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin. "But I can’t resist you."

You shivered at his touch, the feeling of his lips on your skin making your knees weak. His hands moved down to your waist, his grip bruising. "I’ve tried, god, I’ve tried." His mouth moved lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

You moaned, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders. His hands moved down to your thighs, lifting you up like you weighed nothing. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands knotting in his hair.

He carried you over to the desk, sitting you down on the edge. "It's not just about sex—I want you. I want to be with you."

He leaned down, his hands on either side of you, trapping you in place. "But I'm not good at this, baby." he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I don’t know if I can give you what you deserve."

You looked up at him, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice. You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. "You won’t know until you try." you said softly, your thumb grazing over his sharp jawline. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch.

He rested his forehead against yours, his hands wrapping around your wrists. "God, you’re making this hard." he murmured, his voice rough. "You’re making me feel things I haven’t felt in years."

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a rush of pride at his words. "I’m glad." you said softly, your fingers running through his hair.

He opened his eyes, gazing down at you, his expression softer than you’ve ever seen. "You deserve better." he said huskily, his hands wrapping around your thighs. "You deserve someone who's not damaged, someone who can give you the world."

You shook your head, your hands framing his face. "I don’t want someone else. I want you."

His grip on your thighs tightened, his eyes darkening. "You don’t know what you’re getting into." he murmured, his fingers digging into your flesh. "I’m not good at relationships, at feelings."

You slid your hands down his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath his shirt. "Do you want me too?" you asked softly, your fingers tracing the lines of his abdomen. He let out a low groan, his hands moving to your hips.

He held you firmly, his gaze holding yours. "More than anything." he said hoarsely, his fingers gripping your hips. "But I don’t know how to do this."

You wound your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. "We’ll figure it out together." you murmured, your hands tangling in his hair.

You could feel the tension in his body, the struggle he was going through. Your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, trying to soothe him.

After a moment, he took a deep breath, his hands loosening their grip on your hips. "Okay." he said finally, his voice softer. "We’ll try."

A soft smile tugged at your lips, relief flooding through you. "Good." you said, your fingers still playing with his hair.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours again. "But please, don’t expect too much." he murmured, his hands gently stroking your thighs. "I’m still learning."

You chuckled softly, your thumb brushing against his jaw. "I won’t." you assured him, your hands resting on his shoulders. “I only expect you to try your best.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your thigh. "I can do that." he murmured, his grip on your thigh tightening slightly. "But don’t expect me to be perfect."

You couldn’t help but grin, his confession making your heart flutter. "I wouldn’t dream of it." you said, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Just promise me one thing."

He lifted his head to look at you, a curious glint in his eyes. "What?" he asked, his fingers still drawing patterns on your thigh. You took a deep breath, your fingers gently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Promise me you won’t shut down on me." you said earnestly, your eyes searching his. "Promise me you’ll tell me when something’s wrong, or if I’m pushing too hard."

His expression softened, his fingers squeezing your thigh softly. "I promise." he murmured, his voice softer than silk. "I’ll try my best to communicate with you, no promises on the shutting down part though."

You let out a small laugh, your fingers threading through his hair. "I’ll take what I can get." you said, your voice teasing.

His hands gripped your hips again, an unspoken question in his eyes.

You could tell he was still struggling, his hands hesitating on your hips. "I can already tell this won’t be easy." he murmured, his voice low.

You ran your fingers through his hair again, offering him a small smile. "Nothing in life worth having is easy." you replied, your hands still gently playing with his hair. "Just take it one day at a time."

He let out a breath, his fingers digging into your hips again. "One day at a time." he repeated, his tone tinged with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

You could feel the tension in his body, the weight of the decision he’d just made weighing on him. You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Just relax." you murmured, your hands resting on his shoulders. "We’ll figure it out, together."

He let out a shaky exhale, his hands twitching on your hips. "Together." he managed to say, his tone softer than before. His fingers flexed on your thighs, his grip on you a little too tight.

You continued to run your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe his nervousness. "That’s right." you murmured, your hands soothingly grazing his shoulders. "No pressure, no expectations. Just us, trying our best."

His hands slowly relaxed their grip on your thighs, his fingers gently stroking your flesh. "No expectations." he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours again, his eyes closed.

You let the moment stretch, giving him space to process his emotions. Your hands continued to roam over him, from his shoulders to his chest, until his breathing finally evened out.

After several minutes, he finally looked up at you again, his gaze still somewhat guarded but softer. "Thank you." he said quietly, his hands finally releasing their grip on your hips. He ran a hand through his hair.

You gave him a gentle smile, your hands lingering on his shoulders. "You’re welcome." you replied, your fingers grazing the nape of his neck. "I’m here, whenever you need."

His hands moved to your waist, holding you firmly in place. "I’ll keep that in mind." he murmured.

You chuckled softly, your fingers still playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. "You better." you teased, trying to lighten the mood. "Fuck, I have meeting with PR team. I have to go."

He groaned, his hands gripping your waist. "Already?" he murmured, not wanting to let you go. "Can’t you cancel?"

You laughed softly, your hands stilling in his hair. "I wish I could, but it’s important." you replied, your fingers tangling in his hair one final time. "I should have left already, actually.”

He let out a low curse, his hands still holding onto your waist. "God, why do you have to be so responsible?" he murmured, his thumb grazing the skin peeking through your buttoned shirt.

You chuckled again, pushing away from him slightly. "Someone has to be." you said as you slid off the desk, landing on your feet. "Otherwise you'd work yourself into an early grave."

He groaned again, his hands reluctantly releasing your waist. "That’s true." he muttered, his gaze scanning you up and down.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you, his expression unreadable. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the heat spreading through your chest. "Well, I should get going." you said, taking a step back.

He stood up, his hands reaching out to stop you. "Not so fast." he murmured, his hands stilling your movements. He took a step forward, closing the distance between you again. "You’re not leaving without a proper goodbye."

You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat at his close proximity. "And what would a proper goodbye entail?" you asked, your voice betraying your nervousness.

His hands rested on your hips again, his fingers spreading out possessively. "This." he murmured before he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss.

time skip.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into a month, your relationship with Park Jimin had slowly but surely started to grow and bloom. The once distant and cold CEO had gradually begun to open up to you, showing glimpses of his softer side that only you were privileged to see. You had become a constant presence in his life.

Between lunches in his office, evenings at fancy restaurants, and stolen kisses in his private parking lot, your bond with him had grown strong and unbreakable. The man who once kept you at arm's length was now willingly letting you into his world, allowing you to see sides of him no one else had ever seen.

He was still his usual stoic self during work hours, but behind closed doors, he was a different person altogether. He would whisper sweet words and shower you with gentle touches, his roughness replaced by a softer, more vulnerable side. His hands and mouth would roam over every inch of your body, leaving soft marks that would last days.

Your days were filled with stolen glances and lingering touches in the office, and your nights were spent wrapped up in his arms. He had invited you into his life, both personally and professionally, and was showing that he wanted you in it, for the long haul.

But most importantly, he was trying. He was trying to be the man you deserved, the man you needed. The man who would make you laugh, who would listen to your worries, who would support you through every obstacle in your life. He was trying to be better, for you.

As time went on, a new routine had been established between the two of you. You spent most nights at his penthouse, your toothbrush next to his in the bathroom, your clothes folded in his closet, his scent seeping into your skin and your clothes. You were becoming a permanent fixture in his life, and he was making it clear that he wanted you to stay.

The once empty spaces in his apartment were slowly being filled with traces of you. Pictures of the two of you were now hung up in his living room, the frames filled with memories of happy moments shared together. The air had grown heavy with a mix of your scents, a constant reminder that you were now a permanent part of his life.

The small details had become significant. His bedsheets now smelled faintly of your perfume, the lingering scent a reminder of your presence even when you weren't there. And every morning, he would watch you get ready in his bathroom, an unspoken ritual that had become a part of his daily routine.

It was during these quiet moments that he could truly observe you, taking in every little detail. He would watch as you brushed your teeth, brushed your hair, and applied makeup, his gaze lingering on the contours of your face, the curve of your hips, the shape of your lips. He would watch you struggle to put on your clothes, cursing under your breath, and couldn't help but find it adorable.

Tonight was special. He had something planned for the two of you, something he wanted to try. His penthouse was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting shadows on the walls. Soft music played from his speakers, setting the mood for the evening.

He was dressed in a crisp suit, his hair styled back, exuding an air of sophistication. He was standing in the living room, a glass of wine in hand, waiting for you to arrive. A small, but noticeable, smile tugged at his lips.

He took a sip of his wine, his fingers tapping a steady rhythm against the glass. He was uncharacteristically nervous, the anticipation building up inside him. He heard the sound of the elevator opening and his heart raced, his anticipation reaching a new height. He didn't move, however, his body still as a rock, his eyes fixed on the spot where you were about to appear.

And then you stepped into the penthouse, and his breath caught in his throat. You were the very definition of beauty, dressed in a elegant dress, that hugged your curves in all the right places. Your hair was styled in soft waves, framing your face perfectly. Your makeup was simple yet enhanced your natural beauty, your lips a soft shade of red.

His eyes devoured you, drinking you in. His heart raced, his fingers tightening around the glass in his hand.

His eyes followed you as you looked around the penthouse, taking in the dim lighting and the candles scattered around the room. He could tell när the realization of the setting finally hit you. Your eyes widened slightly and you stopped in your tracks, your eyes locking with his. He could see the surprise in your expression, probably wondering what he had planned.

He couldn't help but admire how stunning you looked right now, wearing the dress he had secretly bought for you.

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Hello baby," he said, his tone betraying nothing. He set down his glass on the coffee table, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. His eyes were still locked on you, his gaze intense.

"What is all this?" you asked, your voice small.

He took a step towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. "I wanted to do something special for you tonight." he said, his voice low but sure. He stopped in front of you, his hands instinctively finding your waist. His fingers brushed against the fabric of your dress, feeling the soft fabric under his fingertips. "Do you like it?" he murmured, his hands still running up and down your sides.

You nodded, your words caught in your throat. "It's beautiful." you managed to say, your fingers running over his shoulders. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer.

"You're beautiful." he murmured, his eyes scanning your face. Your fingers absentmindedly played with his hair, the soft strands slipping through your fingers.

Your eyes locked with his, the tension between the two of you palpable. His hands moved up to the small of your back, his fingers tracing patterns on the exposed skin there. "I have something for you." he murmured, his hands still lingering on your skin. Your fingers stilled in his hair.

"You do?" you asked, your voice curious yet cautious. He let out a low chuckle, enjoying the uncertainty in your tone.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, your breath catching in your chest. He held the box up for you to see, his eyes never leaving yours. "Open it." he whispered, his fingers still dancing across your skin.

Your hands trembled slightly as you took the box from him, your fingers fumbling with the lid. The velvet lining of the box sent goosebumps rippling up your arms, your nerves on fire. Your fingers finally managed to open the box, revealing the contents inside.

A necklace. A beautiful diamond necklace, the stones arranged in a delicate pattern. Your fingers brushed over the cold stones, your heart pounding in your chest. It was beautiful, sparkling under the soft lighting of the penthouse.

He watched your reaction intensely, his eyes never leaving your face. He could see the surprise and awe in your expression, the way your fingers trembled as they touched the diamonds. "You like it?" he asked quietly, his hands still resting on your waist. You simply nodded, too stunned to speak.

His fingers moved to your neck, his touch gentle as he brushed your hair aside. "Turn around." he murmured, his fingers grazing your skin.

You obeyed his command, turning around so that your back was facing him. You felt his hands on your neck, the heat of his fingers on your skin sending shivers down your spine. He brushed your hair away from your neck, exposing your bare skin.

He positioned the necklace around your neck, his hands lingering on your skin as he fastened the clasp. His fingers traced the contours of your neck, the diamonds cool against your skin.

His hands lingered on your neck for a moment, his fingers trailing over the necklace. "Perfect." he murmured, his hands still on your neck. He slowly spun you around to face him, his eyes scanning your face. Your fingers came up to touch the diamonds, still unable to believe the beauty of the jewelry.

He watched you, his eyes taking in every detail of your reaction. "You look so pretty in diamonds." he murmured, his voice low and raspy. He moved his hands to your waist, pulling you closer.

Your face was flushed from his closeness, the heat from his body against yours almost too much to handle. His hands on your waist sent sparks shooting through your body, his fingers digging into your hips. You could feel his eyes on you, his intense gaze making your heart race.

"You bought this for me?" you managed to say, your voice a whisper. His fingers traced small circles on your hip bones, sending shivers down your spine.

His fingers dug into your hips a little harder as he kept you close to him. "Mhm." he murmured, his eyes still locked on yours. His fingers moved to your lower back, pulling your pelvis flush against his. "I wanted to spoil you." he murmured, his breath hot on your neck.

His hands roamed over your body, his fingers grazing your bare skin. The air was thick with tension, the silence between you so loud it was almost deafening. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his shirt. You could feel the heat emanating from his body, the electricity between you electrifying.

You couldn't help but press yourself against him, your body yearning for his touch. "You didn't have to do this." you murmured, your voice heavy with desire.

He inhaled sharply through his nose, his grip on your hips tightening. "I know." he murmured, his fingers digging into your flesh. "But I wanted to." His hands moved up your back, reaching for the zipper on your dress. His fingers brushed against your skin as he undid the zipper, the cool air hitting your skin as the dress fell open.

He took a step back to admire the sight before him, his eyes raking over your body. The diamond necklace hung low on your chest, the sparkles catching the light of the candles. Your dress hung open, revealing your underwear. His eyes roamed over your exposed skin, taking in every curve and line.

His hands moved back to your waist, pulling you flush against him again. "God, you're gorgeous." he murmured, his voice rough and husky.

His hands moved down to your thighs, lifting you up off the floor. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, your hands locking behind his neck. He walked you two to bedroom.

His hands held you up with ease, his fingers digging into your thighs. The muscles in his arms strained from the weight, the strength he possessed evident in the way he carried you. He kicked the bedroom door open, the sound echoing in the room.

Inside the room, the lighting was soft and dim, the moonlight streaming in through the curtains, casting shadows on the walls.

He walked over to the bed, setting you down on the edge, his hands still on your thighs. You sat on the edge of the bed, your legs dangling over the edge. He stood in between your legs, his hands still on your knees. His hands slowly pushed your legs open, spreading them wider.

You let out a small gasp as he stood between your legs, your hands gripping the edge of the bed. His hands ran up your inner thighs, his fingers grazing your skin. His eyes were fixed on you, his expression unreadable. He leaned down, his mouth trailing wet kisses up your inner thigh.

Your breath caught in your throat as his lips pressed against your sensitive skin, your legs trembling slightly from the sensation. His hands moved further up your thighs, pushing your dress up until it bunched around your waist.

He pulled away, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear. He pulled them down in one swift motion, tossing them to the side. His hands returned to your inner thighs, spreading your legs wider.

He settled between your legs, his hands now resting on your hips. His fingers dug into your flesh, his grip vice-like. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on yours. You could feel his breath against your core, the anticipation making your heart race.

He maintained eye contact as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste you. Your hands flew to his hair, your fingers burying in the soft strands. He moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending shivers through your body.

His hands moved from your hips to your inner thighs, spreading you open wider for him. He swiped his tongue up your slit, gathering your juices on his tongue. He moaned again, the sound muffled by your pussy.

You groaned, your fingers tightening in his hair. "God, yes." you murmured, your hips involuntarily bucking against his face. He placed a hand on your pelvis, stilling your movements.

He moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you, one of his hands leaving your thigh to unbuckle his pants. He could feel your fingers still tight in his hair, your grip tightening even more as his tongue worked on your clit.

He moaned again, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his cock. He was already hard, and he gave himself a few strokes.

"Jesus, you're so hard." you moaned, watching him stroke himself with hooded eyes. He groaned against your clit.

He looked up at you through his eyelashes, his eyes dark and hooded. He continued to suck and lick your clit without missing a beat, his hand working his own cock faster.

You could feel his hand speeding up, the sound of his hand slapping against his skin filling the room. "H-hard not to be, when you’re making such lovely sounds." he murmured, his words muffled by your pussy.

You moaned again, your legs trembling from the pleasure. "F-fuck." you panted, your fingers still in his hair. "Look at me."

He moaned in response, the vibrations vibrating through your clit. He picked up the pace, his hand working himself faster.

You leaned your head back, closing your eyes as the pleasure built up inside you. "Look, at me." you repeated, your voice more forceful this time. He stopped moving, looking up at you with lidded eyes.

You moaned again, the sight of him obeying you turning you on even more. "Faster." you commanded, your tone firmer. He moaned against your clit again before he obeyed you, moving his hand faster and licking you faster.

"Good boy." you moaned, rewarding him for doing as he was told. He moaned against you, the praise going straight to his ego, and his hand sped up even more. You were right on the edge, your hands pulling at his hair rougher.

"I'm- I'm so close." you moaned, arching your back. He moaned again, picking up the pace even more, his fingers digging into your skin. You were getting so close, the sound of his hand working himself, the feeling of his mouth on your clit, and the sight of him obeying your commands getting too much for you. "Don't stop." you moaned.

His mouth and hand didn't stop, instead working you faster. He was still looking at you, his eyes full of lust and need. "Come for me." he murmured against your clit, his voice rough and raspy. His tongue moved faster against your clit, his fingers gripping your thigh tighter.

You could barely keep your eyes open, your breathing labored. "Oh, God." you moaned, your body tensing, your legs shaking. "I'm coming."

His hand didn't stop, his tongue doing exactly what you wanted. He moaned against your clit, the vibration pushing you over the edge. You came with a scream.

Your head fell back, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. You let go of his hair, your hands grabbing onto the sheets instead, trying to ground yourself. He didn't stop, prolonging your high for as long as possible. "Stop, stop, stop." you moaned, becoming oversensitive. Finally, he pulled away from you, a smug smirk on his face.

He climbed off the bed and stood up, looking down at you on the edge of the bed. You were still trying to catch your breath, your legs still shaking. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes scanning your body.

"Jesus." you panted, running a hand through your own hair. He chuckled, his eyes roaming over your exposed body.

"You okay baby?" he said, reaching down to unbutton his shirt.

Your eyes followed his movements, watching him undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing his muscular chest.

"Yeah, just um...give me a sec." you said, still trying to collect yourself. He took off his shirt, his abs flexing as he moved. The sight of his bare torso made your heart race again, the tension between you still palpable.

You couldn't help but let your eyes roam over his body. "You're gorgeous." you murmured, reaching out to run your hands over his abs. "Can you lay down for me, sir?"

He gave a small smirk, amused by your command. "Sir now, huh?" he said, moving onto the bed and laying down. He leaned back against the pillows, his arms resting behind his head. "You haven't said that in a long time."

You straddled him, one hand on his abs and the other planted next to his head. "Just felt appropriate for the occasion." you murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his jaw. You continued trailing kisses down his neck, your hand running down his chest until it reached his pants. "Take it out baby." you murmured. "Come on."

You undid his pants, freeing him from the constraints of his clothing. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your hand wrapping around his base.

"Look at me." you murmured, echoing his words from earlier.

He let out a small curse under his breath, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. His eyes locked with yours, his jaw clenching. “Y-yeah?" he stuttered out.

You smirked, your grip sliding up and down his hard cock. "Sir," you murmured, keeping eye contact as you started to slowly pump him. His chest rose and fell quicker as you increased the pace of your hand. "You like this, sir?" you asked.

"God, yes." he moaned, his hips bucking up into your hand. He closed his eyes for a moment, his hands still clenched in the sheets. Then he opened his eyes again, his gaze intense.

"Uh-uh not moving." you murmured.

He let out a groan, his head falling back against the pillows. "I don't take orders." he growled, his eyes dark. He tried to sit up, but you applied pressure on his chest, keeping him flat against the bed.

"That's where you're wrong." you murmured, lowering yourself onto him until he was inside you. You moaned as you lowered yourself down, his hands coming up to grip your hips. He moaned, his nails digging into your skin. "Jesus, baby." he growled.

"You feel so good." he moaned, his hands bruising your hips. "Good enough to earn back my good boy title?" he murmured, looking up at you through his lashes.

You moaned, grinding down onto him. "You're always a good boy," you panted out.

He let out a low groan, his hands moving to your ass. "That's right, baby." he said, his fingers digging into your skin. "Take what you need."

You moaned, your hands on his chest. "You're so hot when you obey." you murmured, starting to lift yourself up and down on him. He groaned, his hands guiding your movements, helping you move faster and faster.

"I'll always obey you, baby." he groaned out, his hands on your hips and ass. He tried to sit up again, but you pressed him back down. "Stay down." you commanded.

He let out a low growl but obeyed, his hands gripping your thighs. "You're in control now?" he asked, his tone a mix of annoyance and arousal.

You moaned, your hands on his chest for balance. "Oh, I am." you murmured, picking up the pace.

He moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. "Oh yeah?" he grunted out, his head falling back again. "You think so?"

You moaned, picking up the pace even more. "Yeah, baby." you panted out, grinding down on top of him. He cursed, his hands still on your thighs.

He groaned, his hands still on your thighs, his grip bruising. "Damn, you're so hot when you're dominant." he panted out, his eyes raking over your body.

You moaned, feeling a surge of power surge through you. "You like it when I take control?" you murmured, your hands still flat on his chest. "You like being bossed around by me, baby?" He moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs again. "Yeah, I do." he growled out, his eyes locked on yours

You moaned, loving the effect you had on him. "Fuck." you murmured, picking up the pace. He moaned again, this time louder, his hands moving to your ass again and spanked.

"That's what I thought." you murmured, a smug smirk on your face. You started riding him harder and faster, the sounds of your moans and his grunts filling the room. He groaned, his hand moving up to your hair and tugged on them. "Can I take over now?" he asked, his voice strained.

You moaned, his hands on your hair adding to the pleasure. You nodded, unable to speak. "Yeah, take over, sir." you moaned out, still riding him.

He groaned, his hands on your hips. "Finally." he murmured, flipping the two of you over so suddenly that you barely had time to register what was happening. His hands were back on your hips, holding you in place as he thrust into you hard and fast.

You moaned loudly, your hands on his biceps. “Oh, f-fuck.” you moaned, your fingernails digging into his skin. He moaned, the sound of your cries driving him crazy.

"You're so loud." he grunted, his hands tightening on your hips. "Everyone can hear you." He leaned down, his lips grazing your ear. "Everyone can hear how well I'm making you feel." he murmured.

You moaned, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "And they'll know I made you feel the same." you moaned, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. He groaned, his fingers digging into your hips again. "Damn right." he panted out, his thrusts getting even faster.

You moaned, your hands still locked around his neck. "You're not being quiet either, baby." you murmured, digging your nails into his back. He groaned, his hands still on your hips. "I don't care." he growled out.

You moaned, your legs wrapping around his waist. "Neither do I." you moaned, pulling him closer.

He moaned, his hands moving to your thighs, spreading them wider. "Good." he growled out, his pace picking up. "Let them hear us."

You moaned, your hands still on his neck. "They'll definitely hear us." you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair. He groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. "They'll be jealous." he growled out, his thrusts getting even deeper.

You moaned, your nails digging into his back. "Of you or me?" you moaned, arching your back. He chuckled, his hands still on your thighs. "Both." he said.

You moaned, your hands on his neck again. "Good." you murmured, pulling him closer. He moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. "Damn right." he growled. "Now, shut up and let me focus."

You moaned, your eyes locked with his. "Yes, sir," you moaned, falling silent. He groaned, his hands moving to your hips. "That's better," he growled, his thrusts getting even harder.

You moaned, his hands on your hips guiding your movements. "F-fuck." you panted, arching your back. He grunted, his fingers digging into your thighs, his pace picking up.

You moaned, your hands on his back for leverage. "Don't stop." you moaned, holding him tightly. He groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. "Please, don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh my god. Keep fucking me."

You moaned, your moans getting louder by the second. "God, harder." you moaned, your nails digging into his back harder. He groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs, his pace getting even faster. "Anything for you." he growled.

You moaned, reaching down to grab his ass. "Come on, baby" you moaned, squeezing his ass. This seemed to set him off, and he started to pound into you, hard and fast. "You want me to come?" he grunted out, his grip on your thighs getting even tighter.

You moaned, your nails digging into his ass. "Yes, please, god please." you moaned, urging him to go even rougher. He grunted, his fingers digging into your thighs, his grip on you getting bruising. "You want it hard, baby?" he growled.

You moaned, your body burning with desire. "Yes, sir, I want it as hard as you can give it to me." you moaned, your hands still on his ass. He groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. "You're going to regret saying that." he growled, picking up the pace and pounding into you even harder.

You moaned, your breaths coming out in short pants. "Oh god, yes. I want it." you moaned, your nails digging into his ass. He moaned, his hands going from your legs to your arms, pinning them above your head.

You moaned, your arms pinned above your head, completely at his mercy. "Oh…oh God." you panted out, your nails digging into the sheets. He grunted, his fingers keeping your arms pinned up as he continued to pound into you. "I am coming." he growled out.

You moaned, your body shaking from the pleasure. "There you go baby, there you go baby." you moaned, your legs trembling. He grunted, his fingers digging into your arms as he chased his release.

You moaned, tears running down your cheeks from the intense sensation. "Oh god, yes, yes, yes." you panted, your body rocking against his. He grunted, his hips stuttering as he pounded into you, your hips meeting his in a desperate rhythm. Then you felt it, his fingers digging into your arms for one last hard thrust, and he threw his head back.

You moaned, feeling him pulsing inside of you. "Oh my god." you panted out, your body completely spent. He groaned, his grip on your arms slacking as he collapsed onto you, his body heavy on top of yours. Both of you struggled to catch your breath, the room quiet except for the sound of your heavy breathing.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke, his voice rough. "I think I need to invest in thicker walls." he mumbled, still laying on top of you. You couldn’t help but laugh, your hands coming up to run through his hair. "Definitely." you murmured, feeling content and satisfied.

He groaned, his cheek pressed against your chest. "I think we're officially 'those' neighbors now." he mumbled, his hands coming up to rest on your sides. You chuckled again, your fingers still running through his hair. "Yeah, I think we can say goodbye to being decent neighbors."

He grunted, his hands absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin. "Worth it." he murmured, his breath hot on your skin. You hummed in agreement, enjoying the feel of his fingers on your skin. After a few more minutes, he finally lifted his head, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you. "You okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort.

You smiled, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from his forehead. "I'm better than okay." you murmured, feeling completely at ease with him. He let out a breath, his facial features relaxing visibly.

He let out a small chuckle, his fingers still tracing patterns on you abdomen. "Good." he murmured, sounding relieved. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin.

You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of his lips on your forehead. "That was amazing." you murmured, your hands coming up to rest on his chest. He hummed in agreement, his hands moving to your hips. "It really was." he murmured, his thumbs pressing into your hips. He leaned down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, it was a slow and sweet kiss, completely contrasting to the roughness from just moments prior.

You melted into the kiss, your hands sliding up his neck to cup his jaw. He deepened the kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss turned more passionate, their tongues dancing together, his hand sliding up to grip your hair. You moaned again, his hand on your hip pulling you closer to him. Finally, he pulled away, breaking the kiss with a gasp. "I love you." he murmured.

You felt a wave of warmth wash over you at his words. "I love you too." you murmured, your fingers playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

time skip.

As the three months passed by, Jimin and the narrator's relationship blossomed, and they had moved in together in his penthouse apartment. Their love for each other deepened, and they had made the most of their time together. They spent countless nights cooking together, exploring each other's bodies, and engaging in passionate intimacy.

Now, on a typical weekday morning, Jimin was in the shower, getting ready for work. The steam filled the bathroom, and the sound of the water running could be heard. Suddenly, a knock on the bathroom door interrupted the silence. "Jimin?" your voice called out from the other side. He turned off the water and called. "Yes baby?"

"Can you come out here for a second?" you asked, your tone a mix of seriousness and nervousness. He furrowed his brows, feeling a sense of concern. He quickly toweled off and wrapped a robe around himself. "Is everything okay?" he asked as he opened the bathroom door.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your body slightly hunched over, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your skirt. Jimin walked towards you, sitting down beside you. He reached out and placed a hand on your knee. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "I um...I need to tell you something." you muttered, avoiding eye contact. Jimin's hand on your knee gave a comforting squeeze. "You can tell me anything." he reassured, his voice soft yet filled with worry.

You fidgeted with your skirt again, your fingers twisting the fabric nervously. "It's just...I've been feeling a bit off lately. I've been feeling nauseous and...my period is late." you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. Jimin's eyes widened, his hand still on your knee.

"Late? As in...your period is late?" he asked, his mind racing with the implications. You nodded, still looking down at the ground. Jimin's grip on your knee grew tighter. "How late?" he asked, his voice tinged with anxiety.

You swallowed hard. "Almost two weeks." you murmured. Jimin was silent for a moment, his fingers digging into your knee. Then he spoke, his voice low and serious.

"Have you taken a test?" he asked, his voice betraying his inner turmoil. "No..." you admitted, still refusing to meet his gaze. Jimin cursed under his breath. "You need to take one." he said sternly, his grip on your knee tightening.. “Did you take a test?" he asked, his eyes locked on yours. You shook your head.

"No...not yet." you replied, feeling the weight of his gaze. Jimin's grip on your knee finally relaxed, but the tension in the room still hung heavy. "You need to take one." he said, his tone firm. "Right now." He stood up, leaving your side and walking over to the bathroom.

"Can you calm down?"you asked. "We don't have any tests at home."

"What do you mean you don't have any?" he asked, his voice sharp as he rummaged through the bathroom cabinet. "I explicitly told you to keep some in the house." he said, his tone accusatory.

You frowned. "I must've forgotten." you mumbled. His movements grew more frantic, his frustration evident. "You forgot?" he repeated, turning to face you. "This is not a toothpaste you accidentally forget to buy! This is serious, and you 'forgot'?"

"Hey- calm down." you said, standing up from the bed. "Accidents happen, Jimin." you tried to reason with him, but his anger seemed to simmer even more. "This is not a freaking toothpaste!" he raised his voice, his frustration overflowing. He slammed the bathroom cabinet shut, the sound echoing in the room.

"I know, but-" you started, but he cut you off. “No. There is no 'but'." he interjected, “You were supposed to be careful.” His fingers ran through his hair, his agitation clear. “How could you be so irresponsible?” he asked, his eyes fixed on your still seated form.

Your frown deepened, defensiveness creeping into your tone. "It takes two to make a baby." you reminded him. "You were there too." His jaw clenched. "Don’t put this on me." he snapped back at you.

"What the hell? You're acting like it's only my responsibility." you snapped back, growing agitated with his reaction. He scoffed. "You're the one who was supposed to take care of the damn birth control." He gestured with his hands, visibly agitated.

"It's not just on me! And you were completely aware of it all." you shot back, feeling the weight of his accusation. Jimin's jaw clenched even tighter, his voice becoming even more agitated. "I thought we were being careful!" he said, his hands clenching into fists. "I never thought you'd forget something so crucial!"

"Forgive me for being human and making mistakes!" you retorted, your own frustration mounting. "Fuck this, I am going now. I am going to stay with Hoseok."

"No." he said firmly, stepping closer to you. "We need to talk about this." he asserted, his eyes holding a firm gaze.

You stood up, determination evident on your face. "You're acting like a dick, Jimin." you hissed, gathering some clothes from a nearby cabinet. "I am not going to stand here and listen to your lectures."

He stepped closer to you, closing the gap between you. His hands gripped your wrists, stopping you from leaving. "You're not going anywhere until we talk this out." he stated firmly, his grip tightening on your wrists. "You seriously want to have a child?" you asked, still fuming. His grip didn't loosen.

He sighed, his voice softening a bit. "No." he admitted.

"You don't?" you questioned, a hint of incredulity in your voice. Jimin shook his head. "No." he repeated, his grip on your wrists relaxing slightly. "No." he said once more, his tone softer this time.

You stared at him for a few moments, the tension in the air lessening slightly. "You're sure?" you asked, still skeptical. He let out a deep sigh. "Yes, I'm sure." he murmured, finally releasing your wrists. "I wouldn't make a good father." his tone was laced with a hint of vulnerability.

You let out a sigh too, your frustration mixing with a tinge of sadness. "Why…?" you asked, the question more about his perspective than the current situation. His eyes met yours, a mix of vulnerability and honesty in his expression. "My parents weren't the best." he murmured, his gaze turning distant. "I don't want to repeat their mistakes."

The weight of his confession hung heavily in the air. You took a deep breath before asking another question. "So, if a pregnancy test were to come back positive..." you left the question open-ended, giving him the space to respond.

His gaze met yours again, a mix of emotions in his eyes. "I don't know." he admitted, his voice softer. "I honestly don't know." he repeated. You felt his vulnerability, sensing the depth of his uncertainty.

A mix of emotions welled up inside you. "Okay..." you simply murmured, not knowing what else to say. Jimin took another deep breath, his voice filled with intensity. “Tonight we need to do this test first.” he murmured, "Then we can talk properly about anything else."

You nodded, a heavy feeling still lingering in the room. "Alright." you muttered. "I'll go take the test tonight."

Jimin's anxiety soared the moment you left the room. He paced back and forth in the bedroom, his mind plagued with uncertainty about the test's results. His fingers ran through his hair, his agitation evident.

Meanwhile, you sat on the edge of the bathtub, the pregnancy test in your trembling hands. Your gaze was glued to the test, awaiting the appearance of the results. Negative.

Jimin, on the other hand, stood frozen outside the door, his ears straining to hear any sound from you inside the bathroom. The silence in the room was deafening.

Your eyes remained fixed on the test, the word "negative" seemed to mock you. A mix of relief and disappointment filled your thoughts.

As you emerged from the bathroom with the test in hand, Jimin's eyes immediately locked onto it. He took a step forward, his voice hoarse. "And?" he asked, the fear evident in his tone.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. "It's negative." you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Jimin's face showed a range of emotions - relief, worry, and some unreadable expression you couldn't quite place.

A silence hung in the air as Jimin processed the information. Finally, he spoke up. "So, you're not...pregnant." he stated, his voice filled with a mix of relief and tension.

You nodded, the atmosphere still thick with unspoken emotions. "No, I'm not. It was just a scare." you replied, your voice soft.

Jimin seemed to slump, his shoulders dropping as he exhaled a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God." he murmured, running a hand through his hair.

You watched him closely, still feeling a mix of emotions yourself. "You sound relieved." you noted, a tinge of sadness creeping into your voice.

Jimin looked at you, his expression a mix of surprise and realization. "Of course I am." he said, his voice a tad too hasty. "The timing wouldn't have been ideal, you know?"

Your heart sank at his words. "Right." you muttered, trying to keep your emotions in check. "The timing." you repeated, the word leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

Jimin noticed the change in your demeanor. "Hey.” he said, taking a step closer to you. “What's wrong?" he asked, his tone softer this time.

You let out a sigh, frustration seeping into your tone. "It's just that...you sound so relieved." you admitted, your emotions boiling over slightly. "And it just...hurts a little."

Jimin's expression softened even more, guilt seeping into his features. "I didn't mean it that way." he said, stepping closer to you. "I'm relieved, yes, but...I would have supported you if the test had been positive." his hands reaching out to you.

You hesitated for a moment before surrendering to his touch. "I know you would have.” you admitted, your voice still edged with hurt. "But it still hurt." you added, your vulnerability evident.

Jimin pulled you into his arms, his embrace firm yet filled with reassurance. "I'm sorry." he murmured, his hands running up and down your back in a comforting gesture. "I can be an idiot sometimes."

You let yourself lean into his chest, finding a semblance of comfort in his embrace. "Yeah, you can be." you agreed, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the situation.

Jimin chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your chest. "You're not wrong about that." he admitting, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his tone. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to savour the moment. "So...we're good?" he asked.

You let out a sigh, the tension in the air slowly dissipulating. "Yeah." you murmured, your voice filled with a mix of relief and exhaustion. "We're good."

Jimin tightened his arms around you, his voice muffled by your hair. "Good. I'm glad." he said, his relief evident. He pulled away slightly to look at you, his eyes softening. "You still okay, baby?" he asked, his hands cupping your face.

You met his gaze, feeling a mix of emotions still lingering but calmer now. "I'm okay." you replied, your voice softer than before. His thumbs traced your cheekbone, his touch calming.

He let out a relieved sigh. "Thank God." he murmured, his hands still caressing your face. "I really am sorry, you know." he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I didn't mean to...react the way I did." he added, his thumb tracing the curve of your lips.

You leaned into his touch, the tension between you shifting. "I know you didn't." you murmured, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. "It's okay." you added, your voice filled with forgiveness.

Jimin's fingers drifted down to your jaw, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. "I still feel like an ass." he murmured, his eyes fixated on your lips.

You let out a small laugh, your hands fisting his shirt. "You're not the best at that." you teased, a mix of fondness and playfulness in your tone. He chuckled, his fingers playing with the hem of your shorts. "Yeah, I know." he admitted, his touch lingering on your thigh. The tension between you shifted again, becoming charged with something different.

Jimin's fingers moved further under your skirt, his eyes still locked on yours. "Am I forgiven, at least?" he murmured, his hands sliding up to your hips and holding you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, a small smirk playing on your lips. "Almost." you teased, loving the way his touch felt on your skin.

Jimin's hands gripped tighter on your hips. "Almost?" he repeated, his voice lower. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting against your lips. "What would it take for me to be fully forgiven, huh?" he murmured, his fingers toying with the waistband of your underwear.

You leaned in, your mouths mere inches apart. Your hands moved up to tangle in his hair. "Well..." you murmured, a sultry edge to your voice. "You can get down on your knees.." you challenged, daring him to make the next move.

A mischievous glint appeared in Jimin's eyes. "Is that so?" he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands still on your hips as he looked up at you, eyes filled with lust. He held your gaze, awaiting your next move.

Your heart skipped a beat, seeing him on his knees, awaiting your command. His grip on your hips tightened, making you fully aware of the position you were in. You leaned down, your fingers threading through his hair. His fingers dug into your hips, clearly enjoying the power shift. He leaned into your touch, his eyes still locked on yours.

You felt a thrill run through you, feeling the power dynamic shift. "That's a good start." you murmured, your fingers tightening in his hair. His grip on your hips was now almost painful. He didn't look away, his gaze was still locked on yours. "What else do you want, baby?" he asked, his voice low.

You let out a sigh, loving the way he listened and obey. "Well, since you're already on your knees..." you murmured, letting the sentence trail off suggestively. His hands tightened on your hips, making it clear that he was ready to obey. "Tell me what you want, baby." he murmured, his tone low and eager.

You felt a rush of power, loving the way he obeyed. "I want you to prove how sorry you are." you murmured, a shiver running down your spine. His hands kneaded into your hips, his eyes still fixed on yours. "How about I start by showing you how sorry I am?" he murmured, his voice filled with anticipation.

Your grip on his hair tightened, your anticipation growing. "I'm all ears." you murmured, eager to see what he planned. He leaned his face forward, his breath hot against your thigh. "May I, baby?" he murmured, his fingers gently trailing along the hem of your shorts.

Your breath hitched, anticipation building. "Yes, you can." you murmured, your fingers still tangled in his hair. In an instant, his hands skimmed up your legs, hooking under your shorts. He pulled them down in a swift motion, his fingers grazing your skin as he removed them completely.

Jimin's hands rested on your bare thighs, his grip firm. "So beautiful." he murmured, his eyes trailing over your now-exposed body. He leaned forward, his breath hot against your thigh. "Can I apologize properly now, baby?" he murmured, his fingers trailing up between your legs. "Please lay down.'

He guided you to the bed, pushing you down with a hand pressed to your stomach. He pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh, then placed your legs over his shoulder.

He murmured quietly, the vibration sending shivers through you. His hands slid up your inner thighs, finding your clit and circling it with his thumb. He looked up at you, making eye contact. "You're so beautiful when you're this wet. Can I taste you, baby?" he murmured.

His words sent a shiver down your spine. "Please," you murmured, your hands fisting the bedsheets. He grinned, then leaned forward and gave your clit a flat, broad lick, his hands spreading you open to give himself better access. He repeated the action, swirling his tongue around your clit.

You moaned, the pleasure overwhelming you. "Oh, god." you murmured, your fingers finding their way into his hair again. He moaned against you, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. He focused on your clit, licking and sucking it with skilled precision, your moans growing louder. You felt a finger press against your entrance. "Can I put a finger in you baby?" he murmured, his finger teasing your entrance. You pressed your feet into his back.

"Please." you replied, your grip on his hair tightening. He slid a finger into you, pumping it in and out slowly. "Thank you." he murmured, his tongue working your clit. He added another finger. "Thank you baby."

The pleasure grew more intense. "Oh god." you panted, your breathing growing more labored. He curved his fingers inside you, hitting a sensitive spot. Your grip on his hair grew tighter, pulling his tongue tighter to your clit. "Can I add a third finger?" he murmured, adding a third finger and moving them faster. You moaned again, your body arching off the bed.

The pleasure was almost too much. "No more." you panted, needing a moment to recover. He slowed his movements, giving you a chance to catch your breath and relax. He pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh. "Sorry baby." he murmured.

You relaxed back into the bed, breathing heavily. "It's okay." you murmured, your fingers running through his hair. He lifted his head from your thigh.

He gave your thigh another gentle kiss. "Can I continue apologizing to you?" he murmured, his hands still on your inner thighs. You nodded, eager for more. "Please do." you murmured, anticipation building again. He smirked. "Lay down."

You lay down obediently, your heart racing in anticipation. He spread your legs wider, his hands holding you open. "You're so gorgeous." he murmured, his eyes taking in the sight of you. He leaned forward, putting your legs over his shoulders again.He placed a gentle kisses on your clit and your pussy.

You moaned, the pleasure building again. "You're so good." you murmured, your hands once again finding their way into his hair. He moaned in reply, the vibration against you feeling amazing. "Thank you, baby." he murmured, his tongue finding its way between your folds.

He moaned again, his fingers pressing into your hips. "I will keep apologizing until you forgive me." he murmured, his fingers digging into your skin. He licked and sucked your clit with renewed fervor, determined to make you forget about any hurt feelings. You moaned again, the pleasure growing intense again.

"You can continue apologizing." you moaned, your body writhing under his touch. He moaned again, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. He doubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in unison. "Whatever it takes baby." he murmured, his grip on your hips becoming almost bruising.

The pleasure was building quickly. "I'm close." you panting, your fingers pulling at his hair. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. He continued to work your clit and your insides with his fingers. "Come for me." he murmured, his tongue and fingers not letting up. "

Your body tensed, the pleasure building to an insurmountable level. "Oh god." you moaned, your grip on his hair becoming even tighter. He moaned again, his fingers and tongue not letting up. "I'm coming." you panted, the pleasure building to unbearable heights.

Your body arched off the bed as you came, your fingers yanking at his hair. He pulled away with a smug smirk, cleaning you up with his tongue. "You taste amazing." he murmured, his hands still on your shaky thighs. You let out a breathless laugh, feeling lightheaded. "You're damn good at apologies." you murmured. He chuckled, giving your thigh a final kiss.

He climbed up beside you, laying down next to you. "I try." he murmured, a cocky smile on his face. You turned your head to look at him, still breathing heavy. "You succeed." you replied, a soft smile on your lips. He reached out and brushed a stray hair away from your face. "Good." he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw.

You leaned into his touch, enjoying the tender moment. "You're forgiven." you murmured, your eyes scanning his face. He leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I'm relieved." he murmured, his fingers still on your jaw. "I don't like fighting with you." he admitted, his expression turning serious. You reached up to touch his face, running your thumb over his bottom lip. "Neither do I." you murmured, your eyes locked with his.

time skip.

The apartment was quiet, the only sound the faint ticking of the wall clock echoing through the space. You were sprawled on the couch, focused on a document on his laptop. The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of the front door opening, and you looked up to see Jimin walking into the apartment, returning from work. A smirk played on your lips, but you remained quiet, waiting to see if him would notice you. As he set his jacket down and kicked his shoes off, you couldn't help but admire his body.

He had changed out of his suit, now in a pair of loose sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt that clung to his muscular body. He ran a hand through his hair, tousling the strands and further adding to his disheveled, yet irresistibly sexy appearance. He walked past the couch, seemingly engrossed in his thoughts, unaware of your watchful eyes.

You let out a soft exhale, finding it difficult to ignore the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips, hinting at the lack of underwear underneath. But you maintained your poker face, continuing to observe him as he moved around the apartment, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

He walked into the kitchen, and you heard the sound of the fridge opening and closing. A moment later, he emerged with a water bottle in hand, taking a few mouthfuls before wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. You couldn't help but appreciate the way his biceps flexed with the movement, the sight stirring something within you.

He leaned back against the counter and took another swig of water, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each swallow. His t-shirt was now slightly hiked up at the waist, giving you a glimpse of the contours of his lower abdomen. Your gaze lingered there, feeling a heat pooling between your legs.

He placed the water bottle on the counter and pushed away from it, running a hand through his hair again as he turned towards the living room. His eyes finally met yours, and a flicker of surprise flickered in his gaze, as if he had only just noticed your presence. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, hello there." he said, a hint of smugness in his tone.

You pretended to look up from the laptop, even though you had been intently watching him the whole time. "Oh, hey. Finally noticed me, huh?" you asked, playing aloof.

He strode over to the couch, a smile playing on his lips. "How could I not notice you?" he said, taking a seat beside you and reaching out to close the laptop.

You let out a mock scoff, trying to hide the flutter in your stomach. "Oh, I don't know. You seemed pretty engrossed in your water a few moments ago." you quipped, arching an eyebrow. He chuckled, his hand finding its way to your thigh. "Yeah, thirsty." he murmured, his thumb grazing your skin through the fabric of your shorts.

Your skin tingled under his touch, but you kept your cool, trying to play it casual. "Thirsty for water, or thirsty for something else?" you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

His hand slipped under your shorts, his fingers sliding higher up your thigh. "Both." he replied, his gaze locking onto yours. "But I'm thinking you might have something that can quench my thirst." he murmured.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you tried to keep your cool. "Oh really?" you replied, your voice coming out a little breathless. Before he spoke, you sat on your knees in front of him.

He leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs wider to accommodate you. "Yes, really." he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair back from your face.

You leaned into his touch, craving more. "I see." you murmured, your hands resting on his thighs. "And what exactly do you want?" you asked, your hands sliding up to the waistband of his sweatpants. He reached down to grab your hands, guiding them higher up his thighs.

Your hands inched higher, your grip firmer on his inner thighs. "You didn't answer my question." you murmured, your fingers grazing the bulge in his pants.

He let out a low groan, his grip tightening on your wrists. He leaned forward, closing the distance between you, his breath hot against your ear. "I am not sure," he murmured, his voice deepening with desire.

You leaned in closer, your face mere inches from his. "Not sure about what?" you murmured, your hands skimming over his waistband. He lifted his hips, helping you push his sweatpants down his thighs.

Your hands moved lower, freeing his erection from the confines of his pants. "About which part of you I want first." he murmured

You couldn't resist the sight of him, thick and hard in front of you, but you tried to keep your cool. "Oh, really?" you murmured, wrapping your fingers around his length. "And what options do you have in mind?"

He moaned as you touched him, his grip on your wrists loosening. "You." he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. "I want whatever part of you that I can get." He lifted his head to look at you, his expression a mix of longing and desperation.

Your pulse quickened at his words, your need for him growing stronger. "You can have all of me." you murmured, sliding your hands up his thighs. He moaned again, his hips lifting off the couch as you leaned in closer.

You leaned down, your breath hot on his skin. "Tell me what you want first." you murmured, your hands resting on his abs. He moaned again, his grip on your wrists tightening. “Your mouth." he murmured, his eyes locked onto yours.

Your stomach coiled with desire, your mouth watering at the thought of him. You leaned in closer, trailing a path of wet kisses up his inner thigh. “Yeah?“ you murmured, your hands still on his abs. He moaned loudly, his grip on your wrists tightening. “God, yes." he hissed, his body quivering in anticipation.

You positioned yourself between his legs, your hands running up and down his inner thighs. “You want my mouth on you?” you murmured, your breath hot on his skin. He nodded frantically, a strangled moan escaping his lips. “Please." he panted

You could feel his desperation, his body arching into your touch. You leaned down, your mouth hovering over him. "You want me to taste you?" you murmured, your tongue flicking out to taste him. He moaned loudly.

He nodded again, his grip on your wrists tightening. “Please." he begged, his voice hoarse. You smirked, his need for you fueling your desire even more. "You want me to take all of you?" you murmured, your mouth hovering above him, and you spat on it.

He groaned loudly, his body trembling with anticipation. “Yes, please." he panted, his hands releasing your wrists to tangle in your hair. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers in your hair, the sound sending vibrations through him. "You want me to choke on you?" you murmured, taking him into your mouth.

He moaned, the sensation overwhelming him. “God, yes." he panted, his grip on your hair tightening as he guided your mouth further down his length. You moaned around him, the taste of him sending pulses of pleasure through you. He groaned again. “You want me to choke on you?” you repeated.

His grip in your hair tightened as he moaned louder, his body writhing under your touch. “Do that again, please." he gasped, his eyes locked on yours as you moaned. You repeated the motion, taking him deeper into your mouth and tightening your grip on his thighs. He moaned again, his voice hoarse. “God, I love your mouth." he panted, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

You moaned around him, the compliment making you even more eager to please him. You increased the pace, taking him deeper into your mouth and gagging on him. He moaned even louder, his fingers clenching in your hair. "God, you're so hot." he panted, his words fueling your desires. He moaned louder, his head tilting back and his grip on your hair tightening even further. "Oh god, you better choke on me." he moaned.

Your mouth worked him even faster, your pace becoming faster and sloppier as you bobbed up and down his length. He moaned louder, his hips bucking up into your mouth.

His grip on your hair grew tighter as he moaned louder, his breathing becoming pants. You moaned around him, the sounds sending waves of pleasure through him. He groaned louder, his voice thick with need. “Your mouth… God, your mouth." he panted, his grip on your hair becoming almost painful. You moaned again, loving the way his hips thrust into your mouth. He moaned even louder.

He suddenly pulled you off him, the motion sending a shiver down your spine. He pulled himself upright, his chest heaving with breaths. He held himself for a moment, trying to regain control.

You looked up at him, your expression a mixture of mischief and satisfaction. “You okay there, sir?" you teased, a smirk playing on your lips. He let out a shaky breath, attempting to regain his composure.

He ran a hand through his hair, attempting to compose himself. "Yeah, I'm fine." he replied, his voice slightly hoarse. There was a glint of smugness in your eyes. "Good to know." you murmured, your hands still resting on his thighs. "Can you continue fuck my mouth?"

He glanced down at you, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “You want more?” he asked, his hands moving to the back of your head. You nodded, your hands running up and down his thighs. “Lean back in your chair." he murmured.

You leaned back in the chair, your hands still on his thighs. He leaned forward, his hands guiding your head back into his lap. His hands held you in place while his hips slowly inched forward, pressing his dick back into your mouth. You moaned around him, the feel of him filling your mouth again sent a shiver down your spine. He began to thrust into your mouth, his pace slow and measured.

His hands in your hair guided your pace, holding you in place. “Stay still." he murmured, his grip in your hair tightening. You moaned around him, the feeling of him in your mouth sending waves of pleasure through you. He moaned, his hips moving a little faster. “That's it, good girl." he panted. Your hands gripped his thighs, and you moaned around him at his words.

His pace quickened, his hands holding your head in place. “Take it all." he groaned, his grip on your hair tighten. You moaned around him, the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat sending pleasure coursing through you. His pace became faster, his hips twitching forward.

He started to move even faster, his hips slamming into your mouth. “Fuck, that feels so good." he groaned, his breaths coming in pants. You moaned around him, the mix of pleasure and breathlessness only adding to the sensation. He kept up the fast pace.

He moaned louder, his grip on your hair keeping you in place. “Fuck, I'm close." he panted, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You moaned around him, the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat making you throb. He moved even quicker, his hips slamming into your mouth. "Choke on it." he moaned.

You moaned around him, the commanding tone of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You started drooling around him, your hands gripping his thighs tighter. Your eyes locked onto his, and the sight of you was sending him over the edge. He moaned louder, his grip on your hair holding you steady. "Oh god, I'm gonna come." he panted.

He kept up the pace, his breath coming in pants. "I'm coming.” He moaned, the grip on your waist becoming painful. You moaned again, feeling him tighten around you as he spilled load after load into your throat.

He pulled back, the taste of him lingering in your mouth. He took a moment to try and recover, his chest heaving. You leaned back in the chair, feeling him slip from your mouth. He took a few deep breaths.

He ran a hand through his hair again, his eyes fixed on you. “Fuck baby, are you alright?” he asked, his voice sounding hoarse.

“I'm good.” you replied, a soft smile on your face. “Are you feeling better now?” you asked, standing up and smoothing out your clothes. He leaned back in the sofa, running a hand over his face. “Yeah, I guess so.” he said, still sounding a bit winded.

You chuckled lightly. “You sound pretty winded.” you murmured, taking a seat next to him on the couch. He glanced at you, a small smile on his lips. “You wore me out.” he replied, reaching out to take your hand. You leaned into him, a content smile on your face as he played with your fingers.

The atmosphere was different now, softer and more relaxed. He seemed less guarded, his face more relaxed. He leaned his head back on the couch. “I'm sorry I've been so distant lately.” he murmured, his fingers still playing with yours. You felt a small flutter in your chest at his apology. “I had a lot on my mind.” he continued, the tension in the air easing a bit. You ran a hand through his hair, a small gesture of comfort. “You don’t have to explain.” you murmured. He tilted his head to look up at you, a softer expression on her face. He reached up to catch your hand, bringing it to rest against his cheek.

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. “Still, I want to apologize.” he mumbled. You let your fingers trail over his face, a small smile on your lips. “Apology accepted.” you murmured, running your thumb over his bottom lip. He parted his lips, placing a soft kiss to your thumb.

He opened his eyes and looked at you. His eyes held a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before. “Thank you.” he murmured, the sincerity evident in his voice.

You returned his gaze, feeling your heart soften a bit. “Of course.” you replied, your hand still on his face. He turned his head, placing another soft kiss to your palm, his lips lingering on your skin.

His hands came up to grip your waist, pulling you onto his lap. You straddled him, your hands automatically going to his chest. He leaned his head back against the couch, looking up at you. “Can I say something?” he murmured, his hands running up and down your thighs.

You settled yourself on his lap, feeling comfortable in this newfound vulnerability between you. “Of course.” you replied, your hands still resting on his chest. He kept his hands on your thighs, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. ”I want to try having a baby. I know I said I didn't want to." he asked, his voice softer than usual.

Your eyes widened slightly at his question, a mix of surprise and joy flooding your heart. "Really?" you asked, hoping you hadn't misunderstood. He nodded, a softer look in his eyes. "Yes." he replied, his hands gripping your thighs. Your hand brushed over his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath your fingers. "Why did you change your mind?" you murmured, your heart beating faster with hope.

He let out a small sigh, his hands still on your thighs. "I was so damn stupid." he murmured. “I had a long talk with Yoongi, and he made me realize I was scared because I never had a positive example of a relationship.” he paused, his fingers running up and down your thighs. “But then I realized…that doesn’t mean I can’t create one." he finished, his grip on your thighs tightening.

Your heart swelled with joy, hearing his confession. "Jimin…” you murmured, running your thumb over his bottom lip. He looked up at you, his eyes softening even more. “I want a future with you.” he murmured, his hands sliding up to grip your waist. “I want all the domestic cliché bullshit." he confessed, a trace of a smug smile on his lips.

You chuckled lightly, a small smile forming on your lips. "Domestic cliché bullshit, huh?" you repeated, enjoying hearing him talk this way. He pulled you closer, his hands on your waist. "Yeah." he replied, a small smirk playing on his lips. "All of it."

You couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest at his words. "Is that so?" you murmured, your hands still on his chest. He leaned his head back against the couch, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips. “Yes.” he replied, his hands moving to grip your hips. “I want you to be the mother of my children.” he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of your hips.

Your heart filled with joy, the tension and uncertainty of the past few weeks lifting off your shoulders. "God, Jimin…” you murmured, your hands moving to cup his face. He leaned his head into your touch, his hands still on your waist. “I want it, too.” you continued, a soft smile in your voice. “I want a family with you.”

He let out a sigh of relief, the tension leaving his body. “You do?” he asked, his grip on your waist loosening slightly but still holding onto you tightly like you were going to disappear. You leaned down, your face inches from his. “Yes.” you murmured, your hands still on his face. He reached up, pulling you into a soft kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair. The kiss felt different from their earlier encounters; it was tender and full of affection rather than lust.

You melted into the kiss, feeling the depth of his emotions. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his hands still in your hair. “I’m sorry it took this long." he murmured, his voice tinged with vulnerability. You shook your head slightly, your fingers grazing the shell of his ear. "It doesn’t matter." you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. He let out a small sigh, his hands moving to caress the back of your neck.

“I still can’t believe you’re real,” he murmured, his fingers gently running through your hair. You let out a soft chuckle, feeling his breath on your face. “I’m real,” you replied, leaning in to capture his lips in another soft kiss. "I am here."

He wrapped his arms around you, nestling his face into your neck.

You could feel his heart beating against your chest and you tightened your grip on him. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” you murmured, your fingers tangling in his hair.

He let out a soft sigh, leaning into your touch. “Promise?” he murmured against your neck, his hands sliding down to grip your waist. You leaned back, tilting his head up to look at you, your fingers still in his hair. "Promise." you replied, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. He gave you a small smile in return, his eyes softening as he looked up at you.

He reached up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. “I love you.” he murmured, the vulnerability in his voice making your heart flutter. "I love you too." you replied, your hands still in his hair. He pulled you back down, pressing his face against your chest. You could feel the tension leaving his body as he relaxed into your embrace.

“Just admit you did it on purpose Min Yoongi,” your pout was getting more pronounced at the accusation, a big cute frown on your face that makes Yoongi bite his lips to stop smiling but he fails. 

Hoseok and Tae laugh behind their hands or paperwork, both of them clearing their throats and schooling their features before you turn on them. 

“What exactly did I do wrong, kitten?” Yoongi asks with a dare in his eyes, a lot of people thought you both didn’t get on but they were wrong. Yes, you both argued and disagreed with each other without care about who was watching but it was only play-fighting, and Yoongi did it on purpose to see his kitten’s claws. Who else in the company would dare confront him like this with his full name on their lips in that demeanour. 

“I emailed you my report because you asked for a digital copy AND YOU CHANGED THE FONT!”

Hoseok and Taehyung both clasp their hands over their mouths as the giggles escape, you eye them both distastefully, narrowed gaze piercing them.

“And what’s the problem?” Yoongi smirks, oh you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

You groan exasperatedly, huffing loudly which only makes his grin wider. How he loved playing with his kitten, any piece of string he dangled in front of you sent you running in circles with him and he always loved the sight. 

“Why did you change it?” The pout is back.

“You’re pouting again Kitten,” Yoongi sighs, “stop it.”

You only pout harder, looking at him like a child being told off but not backing down. 

“I’m not pouting,” you argue, and your tone tickles him. For your own safety you needed to be more aware of your facial muscles, or did you not realise every time you purse your lips like that you were just asking to be kissed, and Yoongi was not a gentleman, how long did you expect him to resist?

“Hyung,” Taehyung whines, copying your expression exaggeratedly. “I can’t believe you changed the font on flower’s hard work.”

“How could you?” Hoseok joins in, adopting a childish tone in his voice as he pouts extra hard. 

The fake support only makes you glare at them, they sounded ridiculous as they struggled to keep their composure. Yoongi doesn’t hold back his soft laughter, the sound cooling your anger a little.

“You’re not funny,” you say to the duo, watching both their tails swish behind them as they mock you. 

“I disagree,” Tae chuckles. 

“We’re hilarious sunshine,” Hoseok chimes in, “and Yoongi hyung was right, you are pouting.”

“That is beside the point,” you disregard them, “the point is Min Yoongi disrespected my work.”

“I changed the font Kitten, I didn’t insult it,” he rolls his eyes but the smirk doesn’t disappear. 

“Helvetica is an insult,” you mumble, walking away with a stomp in your step. The three cat hybrids start to petulantly whine and complain as you leave, begging for you to stay.

“Kitten, I’ll change it back,” Yoongi calls after you.

“Flower come back,” Taehyung whines.

“Sunshine we were joking!” 

But your only response was the slam of the office door.

“No one tell Namjoon.”

“Hyung you were pushing it,” Hoseok berates him gently, “or did you not scent the change yet?”

“Of course I did, it’s my favourite time to play with Kitten,” Yoongi admits. “She’s extra volatile this time of month.”

Taehyung shakes his head in disbelief, “Hyung you’re sadistic.”

Hoseok just stares at the panther with a knowing look. Min Yoongi could pretend all he wanted, but the man was soft for you and your attention. 

—

Did their hybrid ears deceive them, or was that your heart pumping out of pace as you stared up at Jin with a spaced out look. The bear hybrid was devastatingly handsome, the whole company knew it, even you weren’t immune to it.

“Angel, are you listening to what Hyung is saying?” Jimin calls you out with a smirk.

“Huh,” you take a second to snap out of it, meeting the knowing look in Jimin’s eyes before you feel your cheeks burn. “Yep.”

It sounds like a squeak as you turn back to the file Jin was holding, trying to read the words on the page but you can’t make out a single sentence. You hear him chuckle beside you, wishing the floor would swallow you whole to escape the sudden embarrassment you felt. 

“Beautiful girl, are you feeling okay?” Jin asks with a grin, bathing in the sight of you becoming flustered. 

“Flower,” Taehyung stands from his desk with mock worry on his face, taking your hands in his as he stares you down, “your heart rate just skyrocketed, are you okay?”

Jimin and Jungkook push Jin out of the way, the trio surrounding you as they voice their concern over your health, making you want Hell to open up and take you if it meant you could escape this. 

“Ya!” Even Jin couldn’t save you now, he may have been the oldest but when the maknaes wanted something they’d get it. He sighs, shaking his head as you fight for words against their attack. 

“You don’t have a temperature,” Jungkook mutters with a pout, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead. 

“This is serious,” Jimin contemplates, his hands on your cheeks as he looks into your eyes, “there’s no reason for angel’s heart rate to shoot up out of nowhere,” he fights the smirk but you can hear it in his voice, he knows exactly why you were like this, damn their hybrid senses.

“Bunny, are you sure you don’t have a heart condition?”

“Should we book an appointment with the company doctor,” Taehyung says to the two, his acting skills better than them by far, even you were almost convinced it would be a good idea. 

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened Bunny, what if it’s something serious?” Jungkook teases, unable to stop the grin on his face. 

“Has no one else picked up on it Angel?” Jimin asks innocently before his eyes change again, a cheshire cat smile on the fox’s face forming without restraint. “It only ever happens with us.”

Your whole head feels like it’s on fire, the open mouth of shock pressing shut with annoyance. 

“Maybe I’m allergic to you guys,” you say through gritted teeth, making the boys gasp in outrage at the idea. 

—

It hurt like a bitch, like little fists were punching you from the inside out and all you could do was grit your teeth and take painkillers, which you swear did nothing. You try to suppress a groan, pressing your lips together hard as you get through another cramp. You wish you didn’t come in today but there was an important meeting and you stupidly thought that was more important than crying in bed in pain alone. 

You don’t notice three sets of eyes on you, looking on with worry. It's when you clutch your abdomen, eyes squeezed closed, that they know they can no longer leave you be. 

“Y/n you stink,” Suran says nonchalantly as she passes your desk, the Chihuahua hybrid dropping off some files before giving you a fake sympathetic smile and holding her nose as she walks away. 

Taehyung growls as he overhears, the chihuahua’s attention snapping to the tiger with fear widening her eyes, noticing Jimin looking at her with the same predatory hate that makes her cower away with a whine. 

You sigh when she walks away, hating the fact that every hybrid in the room knew exactly which point of your monthly cycle you were in, even with all the suppressants they had to take. At first it was weird to get used to, embarrassing even but with time it was just the way things were. Sometimes you had to admit it did have it’s benefits, like when you ranted to your panda hybrid BFF about Min Yoongi and the helvetica altercation she may have pointed out that you were PMSing and your patience with the panther was at sub zero because of it. Maybe you were overreacting about the whole font thing, just a little. 

“Noona,” Jungkook calls for your attention, the other two in tow looking at you with so much sympathy it was as if someone was dying. 

“Angel, care to follow us?” Jimin says holding out his hand for you to take.

You smile knowingly, but it doesn’t stretch very far. Every month your favourite trio found a way to distract you from work and form a cuddle nest in Yoongi’s office which he always allowed to your surprise. He would stare at the four of you while he pretended to work, both of you wishing he would just join the cuddle pile. 

“Guys I can't, I've got a meeting soon,” you say, glancing at the clock. “And you three are 20 minutes late to yours.”

They mumble feeble excuses which you silence with an unimpressed look. 

—

You almost crawl into the meeting room, your pace so slow your usual 30 minutes early to prep was now cut to 25, Jin had been pacing the room for five minutes wondering whether you had died, Namjoon restraining him from going to look for you telling the bear hybrid he was being too dramatic.

Of course, Namjoon eats his own words when they see you enter. Jin was normally the one to preempt your ritual of setting up, normally joining you so he could steal your time before being surrounded by your colleagues. This time round, Namjoon decided to join him and he’s so glad he did.

The protective growl is barely contained, he doesn’t know what hits him first, your palor, the smell of blood or the way you are so obviously in excruciating pain. 

“Baby girl,” his voice is on edge, “what are you doing here?”

You frown at him, wincing when another cramp makes you want to double over and die, did he have to ask you stupid questions? 

“Setting up,” you say breathlessly with a slight groan, pressing your lips together as if those two words alone just added tenfold to the agony. 

“I don’t think so,” the characteristic rise of his eyebrow tells you he’s serious, “go home, you’re in no state to work.” he turns to Jin, “Hyung, do you think you could drive-”

“I’m fine,” even through the struggle of those quiet words he could hear your stubbornness. 

He exhales, staring you down, jaw clenched. Jin glances between you both, even in your frailer than usual state he could see you weren’t going to back down, either of you. 

“Beautiful, maybe we should-”

“Nope,” you shake your head, ignoring them and starting to prep for the meeting, you were running out of time. You try to behave as normal, standing a little straighter, but your movements were slow, your head fuzzy.

“Y/n I am not kidding around, you look like you’re going to pass out,” Namjoon grits his teeth to stop himself yelling, he never yelled, but this or something similar happened every month and his patience ran out about a year ago.

You scowl at the lack of his term of endearment in that sentence, didn’t he know you were in pain? And he was going to call you by your name? The gall of the lead CEO, thinking he could just boss you around like he was… Huh, maybe your brain was suffering from a lot of blood loss, you genuinely forgot this man was your employer.

“I’m going to be fine,” you sigh, tired of everything. You just needed to make it through the day, only… 7 more hours left. You stop yourself from bursting into tears at the thought, why was time torturing you today? 

Jin watches Namjoon clench his fist, the bear hybrid taking a step back when the wolf’s eyes have that red glint in them that meant oncoming doom. You were somehow blissfully unaware, although he knew that wouldn’t last long. 

It's when you try to muffle a wince that he can hear the low growls coming from the male, his tail stiff and straight, making Jin’s instincts want to stand in front of you and defend you but the more rational part of his brain knew Namjoon would never hurt you. 

“Beautiful girl…” He tries again, nervously laughing but you seem to be oblivious to the state of the predator in the room. “I think-”

The whimper you try to conceal cuts him off, you’re clutching the edge of the table in front of you so hard your knuckles are white, your whole posture stiffening as you ride out the spasms your lower region assaults on your body. His eyes go wide when he doesn’t hear you breathe, he steps closer to you quickly as it passes and when you release the table you stumble back into his chest. 

His arm wraps around you quickly, keeping you steady as you catch your breath. Your stance is weaker, he can see your eyes are out of focus when he tilts your head to look at him. 

“You shouldn’t be here beautiful,” he sighs. “You should be at home, in bed, resting.”

“But-”

“I’m taking you home,” he insists, and he’d stay with you, no way was he going to leave you alone like this. He bet you hadn’t had anything to eat today either.

“But the meeting,” you whine weakly, you put so much work into today and your biology was ruining it. “No, I’m going to stay.”

You both hear the low rumbling sound behind you, tentatively turning towards the hooded eyes directed at you. You feel a shiver shoot down your spine, Jin holding you tighter against him.

When he takes a step closer you instinctively try to take one back, unable to move with Jin freezing in response to the wolf. Namjoon lets out a deep breath, as if trying to control his instincts, instincts that scream at him to take his mate home, build her a nest and trap her in it until she recovers. 

“Baby girl you either let Hyung take you home now,” he pauses, searching your eyes for the defiance he needed to subdue. The corner of his lips twitch as if he’s almost amused, but really it's because his patience has been tested to its limits. 

You try to speak but no sound leaves, all you can do is watch the predator stalk up to you, looking up at him as his gaze almost dared you to try and challenge him.

“Or…” his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, stretched thin like his nonexistent tolerance for your attitude. 

“I call security to escort you out of the building.”

You gawp at him in surprise, he wouldn’t, there is no way on Earth he would call security on you.

“Don’t test me Y/n, it’s for your own good,” he grunts in reply to your unspoken thoughts, the fake smile gone to reveal his glare. He doesn’t back down, doesn’t flinch even when he can see your eyes starting to water. He marches over to the internal company phone when you don’t move towards the exit, Jin having released you to watch your reaction. You cross your arms, looking at the wolf with just as much contempt despite the pain you were in. The adrenaline of your standoff helped a little, but you would die before you admit it. 

He scoffs after waiting a second too long, unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing his sleeves up his arms. They felt like they were constraining him, the tie and collar would have to be loosened next once he dealt with you. He glares at you again, ready to end this stalemate, but your eyes aren’t on his with fire like he expects. Instead, they travel down his arms, breath caught in your throat at the angry veins protruding out of his skin. The smirk on his face was real this time, only when he picks up the phone do you return his stare. He wouldn’t… 

“Security,” it’s a gruff command and your jaw drops in disbelief. 

—

“So Bunny isn’t talking to you?” Jungkook isn’t gloating, not really, the grin he has on his face wasn’t cruel, he just found the situation entertaining. 

“Even I thought he was bluffing with the security card,” Jin shakes his head at the memory, you held back tears the whole drive home, you ranted to Jin about how Namjoon could possibly to that to you and who did he think he was, you didn’t stop for the whole afternoon and evening until Jin left. 

“I was half bluffing,” Namjoon groans, “I didn’t really call them, I just made her think I did.”

“But you would have if she didn’t move,” Yoongi challenges, a smirk evident on his face that he wasn’t buying it. 

“As if you wouldn’t have called them either,” the lead CEO huffs.

“Oh please, Kitten wouldn’t refuse me,” the smirk only grows when the wolf glares at the panther. “And if she did, she would have paid for it.”

“She was already paying in pain, hyung,” Taehyung whines, not liking the way Yoongi was talking. “My poor flower.”

“It’s been a week,” Namjoon starts massaging his temples with his fingertips feeling the stress radiate from his brain like a migraine. “When is she going to let it go?”

“Have you apologised?” Hoseok asks, not looking up from his paperwork until his question is met with silence. 

Oh if only you could see the wolf with his tail between his legs right now. He tries not to laugh at the obvious embarrassment on Namjoon’s face as he tries to come up with an excuse. 

“I don’t think he needs to apologise,” Yoongi says.

“Of course you don’t” Jimin sasses with an eye roll. “Whether hyung was right or wrong, he still hurt my angel’s feelings.”

“I think he’s paid for it enough,” Jin chuckles, “you should’ve seen his face when beautiful called him Mr Kim.”

Jaws drop, in shock and a little in second hand pain if that was ever a thing. They wouldn’t know at all how to handle you acting so coldly. 

“Not even Kim Depyunim,” Jin continues as if he was sharing a scandal. “Mr Kim.”

“Woah,” Jungkook breathes, completely taken back. “Remind me not to get on Noona’s bad side.”

“Ididitforherowngood!” Namjoon yells to his own defence, sounding unusually high pitched before groaning, planting his head on the table. 

The others snicker to themselves, the sound making the wolf bang his head lightly but repeatedly on the wooden desk. 

—

“Sunshine, are you still mad at Namjoon?” Hoseok asks you as you both walk to your meeting. His question pulls your attention out of the file you were rechecking. 

“No…” you deny, pouting as you return to reading.

“Sunshine…” he sighs.

“Maybe,” you try again more honestly. 

“Well then you should be mad at all of us,” he replies, making your snap towards him. He doesn’t meet your gaze, staring in front of him with confidence. “We all would’ve done exactly the same thing.”

You sigh displeased with that information. 

“But Hobi-”

That does make him turn towards you, pulling your arm and stopping you both in your tracks. Thankfully the corridor was empty, but he still glances around before giving you his full attention.

“Sunshine, none of us like seeing you in pain,” he explains, “and for some reason you don’t listen to your body.”

You open your mouth to argue but his stare makes you back down, pressing your lips closed with another pout. He chuckles softly at the sight. 

“He didn’t go about it the best way, but he didn’t do it to undermine you sunshine,” he explains calmly. “He did it because he was worried about you.”

You stare at his shoes, feeling mildly dejected at his gentle berating. You miss the grin on his face, finding you adorable. He gives the corridor another glance around to make sure no eyes could catch him, before he pulls you into a hug, chuckling to himself at how endearing he found everything about you, even the parts that sometimes exhausted them. 

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“No!” he roars childishly. “I know Flower better!”

You wince at his volume, the three maknaes tended to forget about the crowd of colleagues surrounding you when they had these battles for your attention. 

Jmin and Jungkook scoff loudly, making you wince even harder, glancing at the other desks and watching people whisper in amusement. Why did they do this to you?

“Please, you don’t even know your flower’s favourite flower!” Jimin contends with just as much volume as the tiger, tail swishing back and forth faster and faster. 

“You just admitted she’s my flower,” Taehyung counters as if he’s won. 

“Guys,” you say quietly, not wanting any more attention, but needing to stop it. You pull on Tae’s sleeve to get him to stop.

“Look you can’t even read Bunny’s body language,” Jungkook stands with his hands on his hips, stalking up to the tiger as if he wasn’t a prey hybrid. Honestly sometimes you’d forget if it wasn’t for the bunny ears on his head. 

“And you can?” Jimin and Taehyung say simultaneously.

“Better than you can!” Jungkook shouts back, “you’re making Noona uncomfortable right now.”

Oh the irony obviously went over the youngest’s head and then twirled around him and yeeted for good measure. 

“Can you guys please quieten it down?” you beg, “or take it elsewhere.”

Three sets of eyes now snap and stare directly at you, oh shit this was exactly what you wanted to avoid. 

“Flower tell them I know you best,” Taehyung demands, crouching beside you and turning your chair to face him. 

“Angel don’t you dare lie to him to save his feelings,” the arctic fox growls, the sound not as impressive as Namjoon’s but you find it cute, or you would in any other situation. 

“Bunny-”

A large shadow looms over the four of you, catching the hybrids’ tongues in their throats. They audibly swallow, slowly turning to see the daggers the big bad boss wolf threw at them with his glare.

“Didn’t we have that thing…?” Jimin cowers back without taking his eyes off the lead CEO, swearing to himself he could see steam leaving his ears.

“That important thing,” Taehyung seconds as if he didn’t spend the last half an hour disagreeing with everything the fox said. 

The three of them scarper off, as if the ends of their tails were on fire, unable to leave fast enough. You shake your head at their antics but smile in amusement despite the trouble they caused. 

Namjoon’s presence had everyone turn back diligently to their work, he surveys the whole floor, making sure not a single hint of attention strayed from what he paid them to do. You look up at his glowering presence, grinning at how serious his demeanour was. His eyes catch yours when he hears your light laughter, the stern expression on his face melting away. 

You weren’t giving him the narrowed eyes of spite that he was getting used to, was it too early to sigh in relief? He watches you cautiously, words catching in his throat that he clears, but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. You smile at him so radiately it disarms him, his palms starting to sweat, you reduce the strong alpha to a pup with that look of endearment.

“Thanks Joonie,” you whisper, “they were getting to that stage where it would’ve been impossible to stop.”

You shake your head again, looking down at your computer completely unaware of the puddle the CEO was turning into beside you. He feels his soul elevate back into place after being dragged along the floor for a week. He wasn’t Mr Kim anymore, the relief flooded through him. 

“Baby girl,” he calls for your attention quietly, standing over you with an arm on your desk. You glance up at him, caught in his soft gaze, blinking a couple of times at the sight. 

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry for last week, I was out of line but I was worried about you.”

He leans down closer, his face an inch away from yours. He smirks when he sees your eyes dilate, an inner voice berating him about rules and etc that he ignores for a second.

“That being said,” he continues gently. “Never call me Mr Kim again.”

She definitely would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t have some sort of crush on Taehyung but it was all physical and surface level. He was her boss after all and she only saw him for a few minutes each day. They’ve barely exchanged more than a handful of words to each other in the month of his takeover.  

“Jesus...did you see his arms? They’re suffocating in that button up.” Jisoo, her colleague commented. 

“You’re drooling,” she teased, “besides, you should be worrying about your meeting today and not about whether or not blood is circulating through his arms.” 

Jisoo scoffed and pushed herself off of the reception desk. 

“Don’t remind me,” Jisoo groaned, “it doesn’t help that Taehyung’s going to be sitting in for that meeting too. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get through anything without puking.” 

The two of them continued to talk and catch each other up on what they did over the weekend before Jisoo eventually had to go back to her desk. She watched as her colleague walked away and felt a twinge of jealousy within herself. For someone like Jisoo to get nervous despite being pretty, charismatic and the office favourite was a slap to her self esteem. Jisoo also held a high position within the HR department while she was just a measly receptionist. She definitely wasn’t going to stay in this position forever but the job paid well and would suffice for now. 

As the clock inched closer to everyone’s starting time, the lobby began clearing up as people went to their respected department. After a few minutes, she was left alone to man the front all by herself. She stared at the closed office doors surrounding her and felt another pang of envy in her heart knowing that people behind those doors were doing far more important work than her. Her days consisted of sorting through mail, sending emails, transferring calls and light house duties. She tried to convince herself that it wasn’t all bad because at least she could surf the internet whenever she wanted without anyone monitoring her. Her eyes traveled towards Taehyung’s door and she wondered how he was adjusting to everything before an email notification needed her attention. 

With it being Monday and the meeting Jisoo was talking about earlier being held today, it was quite busy. She usually had an hour of free time before her lunch break but the emails had been nonstop. People kept revising their forms and asking her to print out multiple copies of the revised papers to the point where the printer just stopped working altogether for a scary moment. With it being so busy, she decided to stay at her desk for lunch today. She was buried so deep in her computer work that Taehyung’s presence had gone unnoticed. He needed a break from staring at his screen all day and decided to go explore the office. In the month that Taehyung transferred over, he had no time to go around introducing himself or making himself familiar with the space. His decision to finally become accustomed to his environment brought him in front of her desk. The unusually loud crinkling from the untouched candy jar she left out for everyone broke her focus. She looked up to see her boss struggling with how small the jar was. 

“Do...do you need help?” she finally asked.

Up close, Taehyung’s visuals had her feeling shy and flustered like a high school girl sitting next to their crush. Taehyung seemed just as surprised to hear her voice as his movements came to a halt and he pulled his hand out of the candy jar sheepishly. 

“Sorry,” he apologized while rubbing the back of his neck, “I realized I must’ve looked really stupid.” 

She waved his doubts away and took the jar from him. She tried her very best to seem unfazed and collected but the red tint in her cheeks and her inability to stop smiling so wide probably gave her away.

“The um...” Taehyung cleared his throat before continuing, “the watermelon flavour please.” 

After a few seconds of sifting through the numerous options, she found the one he wanted. Taehyung opened his hand and she almost laughed at how tiny the candy looked in his gigantic palm. Her amusement didn’t stop at his physicality but shifted towards his entire personality. When she first met Taehyung, she was beyond intimidated. She couldn’t look at him for too long without feeling like he was looking right through her. Taehyung carried himself with an air of confidence and always had an answer for everyone, as expected of a competent CEO. She wasn’t nervous around him because he was scary but because his presence was so large and full while she was so small compared to him. But having him stand before her enjoying a piece of watermelon flavoured candy with an innocent smile on his face was just so...unexpected. 

“Is this your lunch break?” Taehyung asked noticing her untouched sandwich sitting beside her keyboard. 

She looked where he was and let out a forced laugh at her pathetic set up.

“Yeah I didn’t have time to properly take a break today.” she explained. 

The reason she was eating at her desk suddenly occurred to her and her eyes traveled over to her inbox which was now at double digits. With only an hour before the big meeting today, she was already behind despite only talking to Taehyung for five minutes. 

“Sorry Taehyung I have to get back to work,” she sighed running a hand through her hair, “is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked looking at him for a quick second before going back to her monitor. 

Taehyung watched as she worked and wondered if this was the kind of work culture he wanted to uphold. He didn’t like that she didn’t take a break and was going unnoticed for her extra work. Perhaps he’d talk to HR and accounting later to avoid situations like this from happening again. Taehyung drummed his fingers against his her desk and sucked his teeth. 

“Nope, nothing else you can do for me!” he smiled, “Thank you for your hard work but please make sure to take a proper break next time. I’m going to the coffee room to take a breather myself.” 

She looked up to thank him out of courtesy and he surprised her by thanking her once more and using her name. He grabbed a few more pieces of candy before going on his way. 

“Hey Taehyung!” she called, leaning over her desk. 

He turned his head with a raised brow. 

“If you’re still going to the break room, it’s the other way.” she informed him. 

Taehyung turned around on his heel and began walking hastily in the correct direction with bashful smile on his face. 

“What an interesting guy.” she thought while laughing to herself. 

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The hour leading up to the big meeting didn’t get any easier as her inbox continued to flood with people requesting numerous things from her. She was finally able to breathe when the meeting started and people stopped demanding her assistance. Jisoo had come up earlier asking for words of encouragement before Taehyung emerged from his office. She watched in awe at how effortless Jisoo made it look cracking jokes with Taehyung and drawing out deep belly laughs from him. She cringed at how awkward she must’ve been with Taehyung earlier and refused to look at him when he walked by; not that he would’ve noticed anyway as Jisoo had his full attention. She made an early new years resolution to be more like her follow coworker in the coming year. 

Despite the craziness earlier, she was already bored browsing through the same pages for the past 40 minutes. The meeting seemed to be going well as no one left the boardroom to ask her to do anything. With her sanity hanging onto Pinterest boards, she welcomed the delivery man with a gigantic smile and lively greeting. 

“Big one today.” the delivery man commented while slapping the stacks of boxes on his trolley. 

She took a look around her desk to see if there was any available space to put the packages but to no avail. 

“You can just leave them there.” she said and began rolling up her sleeves. 

“You sure?” the man asked, “these are quite heavy.” 

She reassured him by telling him that she deals with deliveries every Monday and that this was no different to prior ones. She bid the delivery man farewell as he disappeared through the elevator doors with the same concerned face that never left during their entire interaction. 

"Finally something to do.” she thought and with that, began working on the boxes. 

Taehyung struggled to keep his eyes open during the meeting. He opted to rest his chin on his hand and pretend to take notes when in reality, his eyes were closed and he was drawing random shapes in his notepad. From the moment he received emails outlining what the meeting entailed, he knew it meant absolutely nothing to him. He didn’t actually know why he agreed to be a part of it but he was definitely regretting his decision to do so. Taehyung had a long list of tasks to fulfill especially since he was only a month onboard this company and this meeting was wasting his time. Wanting to make a good impression on his employees, Taehyung tried really hard to pay attention but he simply could not trick himself into caring as the minutes ticked by. He racked his brain on ways to escape and took a deep breath before pursuing his liberation. Taehyung looked at his apple watch and feigned surprise at a non-existent message on it. 

“Everyone, I apologize for leaving so suddenly but there is an issue I have to attend.” he announced while getting up from his seat. 

He uttered a few more apologies before leaving the boardroom and closing the door. It wasn’t until he was out in the hallway by himself that he suddenly felt incredibly foolish over how easy it was to leave. He sat in that godforsaken room for almost an hour thinking of ways to flee and that was all it took. Pinching the bridge of his nose and inhaling a sharp breath, Taehyung made his way back to his office. 

“Holy shit! What is in here?!” she groaned struggling to lift more boxes from within the delivery boxes.  

In the span of an hour, she was still working on one of the four boxes delivered. Perhaps she should’ve listened to the delivery man earlier but her pride got in the way. It didn’t help that the skirt she was wearing today was a lot shorter than her usual choices but all her work clothes were currently in the wash as she simply could not be bothered to do laundry over the weekend. Every time she lifted something up, she had to immediately place the item somewhere so she could pull her skirt down or she’d accidentally flash the office. 

She attempted to set one box down on her desk and winced when it slipped from her fingers and landed on the floor with a heavy thud. She waited a few seconds to see if anyone came out to figure out what the noise was and breathed a sigh of relief when the office remained undisturbed.

“Better than aimlessly scrolling through Instagram.” she thought before bending over to pick up anything that fell out. 

“Do you need help?” a familiar voice called out. 

She jumped in her shoes and proceeded to drop everything from her arms. She snapped her body up to see who it was and surprising her again for the second time today, Taehyung was standing in front of her desk with a curious look on his face. 

“I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that,” he apologized profusely as he made his way behind her desk, “please let me help you!” 

It took her a beat to register her appearance and she quickly pulled down her skirt that was riding up way too close to her crotch. She smoothed her hair before attempting to stop Taehyung from doing anything. 

“No, no don’t worry!” she laughed as he held up the items out of her reach. 

“If you want it then you have to grow a whole foot taller.” he teased. 

“You have a meeting to go back to.” she reminded him to which he scrunched his face in disapproval. 

Just as she was slowly convincing Taehyung to go back, his face turned from playfulness to dread when the boardroom door opened. 

“Let me ask Taehyung to join the meeting again.” a colleague’s voice could be heard before their footsteps approached the lobby.  

She was about to tell Taehyung that he was needed when he ducked under her already cramped desk and put a finger to his lips as his eyes pleaded for her to keep quiet. Before she could process what was happening, Jin, her coworker appeared. 

“Hey! Is Taehyung around?” Jin asked as he marvelled at all the boxes spread out in the lobby. 

She stood still trying to calm her nerves. On one hand, she was fighting against the biggest laughing fit of her life and on the other, Taehyung her boss, expected her to cover for him as he cowered under her desk. 

“He is...” she glanced down at Taehyung who was now shaking his head and making a cutting motion with his hand, “I-I haven’t seen him actually! Is he not in the meeting?” 

Jin cocked a brow and leaned over her desk trying to see what she was looking at. 

“Is everything okay? You look like you just saw a ghost.” he laughed. 

She forced a smile and shook her head, “Oh yeah I’m fine! My computer’s been acting up all day and it’s getting a little worrisome with everything going on.” 

Taehyung was impressed by how quick she was on her feet and slowly breathed a sigh of relief until he heard Jin offer to come around and take a look at her computer for her. This whole situation was already absolutely ridiculous and humiliating until she sat down on her chair to click a few keys and feign relief that her computer was magically working again. The issue was no longer the fact that Taehyung was hiding from his employees but that he was contorted under her desk that was way too small for his large frame, now with her cunt inches away from his face. 

“Well now that you’re here anyways, I was hoping you could help me with some paper work and scheduling.” Jin said. 

“S-sure.” she managed to answer despite her throat drying up and the adrenaline slowly making its way through her veins. 

She could feel every time Taehyung breathed because his exhales would land right against her inner thigh and when he sighed, she could feel it right against her sex. Her thong provided little to no protection against any sensation caused by him. She tried to clamp her thighs together but her knees would hit Taehyung’s face in the process causing her to open her legs again as a reflex and there was no more room for Taehyung to back up against.

“Are you okay?” Jin asked. 

She could only nod as a response; she did not trust her voice to come out stable and natural. The battle she was fighting up there was mutually shared by Taehyung underneath. His brain was going a million miles a minute as he tried to figure out how to talk to her after this. How was he going to make this all alright and normal? He could offer her a raise and an extra week of paid vacation? Maybe he could fire her but he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if he did that. Taehyung was beating himself up for putting her in a situation like this and began to mentally prep for a lawsuit. While trying to figure out a solution, Taehyung forgot that he was just a man with a simple brain and another mental battle was underway as he tried very hard to avoid gazing somewhere he really shouldn’t. As she kept squirming, her skirt kept rising and Taehyung couldn’t help but steal a glance at the growing wetness appearing on her undergarment. The growing arousal within Taehyung’s pants made him feel more cramped and with his legs were beginning to fall asleep, he began to pray to any god out there for some sort of divine intervention. 

“Fuck fuck fuck...oh my fucking god,” he chanted in his head, “Jin shut the fuck up already.”

A gasp escaping from her lips followed by her suddenly jolting startled Jin and he gave her an odd look. Taehyung had completely lost feeling in both of his feet and he fell over grabbing onto her thighs for support. His hands felt so warm against her skin and their sheer size grabbed a lot more area than anticipated. Taehyung fought back a groan when the bottom of her skirt had flipped over and her entire lower region was in full view. 

“Hey Jin, is it okay if we do this over email? I’m suddenly not feeling so well.” she was able to muster out. 

It didn’t take a doctor to know something was wrong from her complexion turning completely pale. 

“Yeah I think you should go home for the rest of the day. You really don’t look well,” Jin acknowledged with furrowed brows, “I’ll just catch Taehyung up with the meeting myself.” 

Hoseok could still remember every moment of the night before filled with soft giggles, soft whines, soft embraces, and soft kisses. You fell asleep peacefully in his arms, snuggling up close to him and he swore he caught you purring. Luckily Taehyung got all of it on camera for the memories they'd never want to forget.

He was left waking up beside Yoongi and Seokjin, you nowhere to be seen on the bed. He called your name a few times and when there were no responses except the whines from Yoongi wanting more sleep, he stood up, put on a white t-shirt, before going on for his short expedition to find you. It was the first morning of the honeymoon, surely you'd want to sleep in some more, right? Weren't you exhausted from the night before?

As if on cue, a cute kitten's yawn escaped out of you and Hoseok silently cooed.

"The things I do for them," you giggled to yourself afterwards and finally Hoseok decided to make his appearance clear to you.

He stalked up behind you, letting his arms pull you into a sweet back hug (and you gave out a cute squeak) where he propped his chin upon your shoulder, nuzzling his head against your neck.

He breathed in. "Smells sweet."

You grinned excitedly. "I know right? The pancakes are going to taste so delicious and-"

"I wasn't talking about the pancakes, although they smell sweet too, but nothing can smell sweeter than you, my lovely wife."

Your heart soared and a short moment of silence passed, confusing Hoseok because he knew by then you should have stuttered your way out of trying to cope with his sweet talks like you always did. But when Hoseok looked up, he found a beaming sun glowing right in front of his eyes instead.

"You look like you're about to explode," Hoseok chuckled lightly as he pinched a cheek of yours, still unsure of the reasoning behind your smile.

"Doesn't it sound nice?" You asked him, turning your body fully to face him. "Hm? My handsome hubby?"

Hubby.

A curse left his lips almost breathlessly. "We really did that, huh?"

You squealed and he couldn't help but laugh aloud at how cute you were. "It's been what? Four? Five months? Since you've all proposed to me on Christmas."

"It really has, hasn't it?" Hoseok chuckled as he let his arms wrap around you to pull you in close, his body naturally allowing the both of you to sway to the soft sound of music that was still playing.

He could still remember the process that led up to the proposal.

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"Let's get married," Jimin said and they all looked up from the papers that laid in front of them on the long desk of the meeting room. Hoseok blinked and for a moment and Taehyung was about to give a silly remark but they could all see the serious gaze Jimin held, something he didn't often have when talking about other things besides being in his business mode. Only when he was truly serious about a certain topic.

"Married?" Namjoon repeated.

"We promised each other," the younger male reminded them all, "since we were kids, we promised each other that if we didn't find someone else to love, we'd end up marrying each other. Who would have thought the seven of us would actually end up together?"

It was a silly little promise they made during one of the very few sleepovers they had in the earlier years. They were playing truth or dare, something Jungkook had proposed he wanted to do, and with Yoongi asking them all whether they had anyone they loved and them responding with no's, Jimin pulled up a ridiculous dare for them to bet on, a promise of them marrying each other in the end if nothing worked out with their partners in the future.

Seokjin laughed but agreed and Hoseok placed his hand in just for the fun of it. Jungkook and Taehyung saw it as a competition so of course they weren't going to miss out, and the last two just shrugged it off as something that'll probably never happen but placed their hands in anyways.

Jimin was right, no one had saw the big relationship coming, not especially for Jungkook to confess one night when he was crying after Namjoon said he was about to leave to study in the states. A cute heartfelt confession with lots of tears and flushed cheeks, his bunny eyes looking at Namjoon with hands that held onto the man tightly, begging him to not leave because he had been his first crush.

Namjoon, one who cried only rarely, had a few tears slipping from his eyes and pulled the maknae into his arms, telling him that he felt the same.

Their relationship didn't last long, not before Jimin joined and then the rest of them came along on the ride, a relationship meant to last until the longest time because they knew and loved each other for the longest. It was the only spark they've actually felt, contrary to previous relationships with the ones before them, the first time something actually felt right.

Jimin reminded them almost every moment he could remember about the promises they made to each other that one beautiful night. It was something he had never forgotten because he was so in love and happy. He never missed a time to remind them, not until a few years prior to where they were now.

"And...Y/N?" Hoseok queried.

As if on cue, the door to the meeting room opened slightly with a light knock and in you came with a pretty floral blouse and white pencil skirt, beautiful as always.

"Just a reminder, Mr. Park, you have a meeting with the Yoon Corporation's executive leaders in half an hour and I have the meeting agenda here if..you'd..." You trailed off the second your eyes looked up and scanned the room, noticing every one of them looking at you with a serious gaze and Hoseok could see you visibly tense up.

Poor Y/N who knew nothing of what they were thinking about. But then again, it was good that you didn't.

"What...what's wrong?" You stuttered, voice small with the loss of confidence.

You always hated when they made you feel little in that sense.

"Nothing, baby," Jimin was first to say with a small smile. "I'll see you in a few minutes, okay?"

Your smile was a little lopsided but nonetheless nodded as you bid your goodbyes and left without another word. They wanted to say something more, Hoseok knew, to soothe your little worries but he also knew that the sudden proposition was placing them in a sudden overwhelming situation. A good overwhelming situation.

"She deserves a proposal," Yoongi said with his eyes still remaining on the door where you left just minutes ago.

"So..." Jimin trailed off, smiling, "we agree?"

"I agree," Hoseok mirrored the same excitement and the rest were quick to follow.

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"Hoseok, you distracted me!" You chided at the man, quick to leave his arms as you picked up the spacula again with a distressed groan the moment you flipped over a pancake only to find it clearly burnt. "Look at what you've done."

"Me?" Hoseok laughed in disbelief while you dumped the burnt pancake into the garbage can. "It's my fault you forgot you were cooking?"

"Yes!" You reiterated as you poured another batch of pancake mix into the pan. "I'm trying to make as plenty of pancakes as I can before the rest of you wake up because today's a special day and I don't wanna ruin any part of our honeymoon, especially on our first day."

Hoseok cooed. "Aww, you pretty little thing. So you decided to wake up bright and early just to make us breakfast?"

"Why else?" You mumbled through a cute pout. "You know I cherish my sleep but you also have to know that I love you all more than anything."

You were so, so precious.

"I love you more," Hoseok challenged and you were quick to hold the spatula right up at him with a playful glare while he flinched back just as playful, both hands in the air.

"You can't love me more than I love you."

"Watch me," he dared and almost instantly, you were swept off on your feet and a squeal quickly left your lips as you laughed along while Hoseok spun you about.

"Hoseok, you—oomph.!" He held you steady in his strong arms, leaning up to kiss you right then and there while you tried your best not to let the spatula slip away from your fingers. The kiss was searing and hot like the passionate man he was but to have it so early in the morning while you were trying to cook, you lightly tapped him with your wrist, trying to get him to relent because you still had to cook before the others woke up.

"What's the matter?" The man let you go with a swipe of his tongue on his upper lip, smirking. "Too intense for you? Can't take anymore after last night?"

You frowned at him to show your displeasure but it only turned out into a pout with a beautiful blush Hoseok could recognize almost instantly. "I'm trying to be romantic here and you're ruining my moment." He laughed aloud, only to inject a whine out of you. "Why can't you just let me spoil you guys for one morning? It isn't even for a day because I know you'd never let me go that far but I've been spoiled enough from the moment we started dating and it's making me upset."

"Baby Y/N-ie's upset?" He feigned a cute teasing pout. "Haven't we told you plenty of times already? As long as you're with us — which will be for the rest of your life because we've already declared our vows, by the way — you're going to be spoiled until death takes us apart." With the pout still resting on your face, Hoseok couldn't resist and let out a sigh as he placed you back onto the floor. "Fine, just this one time."

You jumped with joy the instant that came out of his lips. "I love you, thank you! But..!" You gave him a pointed look with a finger hovered just below his nose. "I still hate you because you ruined my surprise for yourself."

"Hate me?" A dramatic gasp left him. "You can never, baby."

You giggled. "Fine, you're right. But I'm still upset with you."

"Hey listen, I think you're going to be even more upset and this time it really isn't my fault just because I'm too charming for you to resist but," he placed a quick peck on your lips before moving on to stroll out of the kitchen, "your pancake's burning."

You gasped immediately. "Hoseok!"

The only thing you could hear was his laugh fading away.

.

.

"What are you wearing?"

"A..swimsuit?"

"No," Seokjin decided as he grabbed your wrist to drag you right back into the vacation home.

"What? But Seokjin—"

"If you think me and the guys are going to let you walk around out there in that swimming suit of yours, think again darling."

Your lips pouted as he opened the door to the bedroom before letting your hand go. "Do I look that bad?" You asked him as you stood in front of the closed door while looking down at yourself, suddenly feeling self conscious.

He could immediately tell what that voice indicated and the man was quick to hold your shoulders together, walking you over towards the bed to have you sitting on the edge. He gave you a pointed look while you sat there refusing to meet his gaze with a sad frown. "The exact opposite of that is the reason why I will not allow you to step a foot outside." Seokjin's voice was deep, maybe deeper than the sea, and to hear him say such possessive words made you feel some type of way.

"Do you not understand? Hm?" He prompted with a raised brow before letting his eyes fall. A hand rested right on your stomach and chills were quick to fall. "I don't want anyone else seeing this pretty tummy." It rose, hovering up and along your breast before brushing lightly on your collarbones. "Your pretty chest, your pretty collarbones." He held your chin, rose it for you to meet his sharp gaze.

"The pretty face that accompanies this pretty body. And above all, I don't want them approaching you and finding out not only is your body pretty but your heart is too. Guys can be animals, some do not respect women, and many will go after the pretty vulnerable ones who hates violence, ones who can't stand up for themselves not because they're weak but because they're too kind to say no."

"I-I can say no," you tried to reject.

But his brow raised. "You've learned to say no to us, darling, you haven't learned to say no to your friends nor strangers," he reminded you.

You let out a little huff as you pushed him back just slightly so that you could breathe again. "I'm a married woman, no one will come up to me."

"Married or not, pretty is pretty and no man will want an opportunity to miss that."

You groaned. "I'm not you, okay? I don't attract attention that easily and have everyone looking my way just by walking around. I won't get—"

Suddenly you were pushed down against the mattress with full force and Seokjin hovering above you, his body supported by the two arms that stood trapping you from both sides. "Why can't you see that you're the most beautiful woman in the world?" He asked, so frustrated it almost came out into a whine. "Do you know how many guys we have to glare down whenever we're walking beside you? You're so freaking oblivious because you're always in your own little world and—"

"Exactly."

"What?"

You rolled your eyes before sighing as you looked back up at him with a serious gaze. "I'm in love, Jin, I don't care about anyone else watching me from a distance. I'm so oblivious because the only ones I see are you and the other six, who cares about those other men? They can flirt all they want, you know I won't react to them like I'd react to you. Sometimes it gets scary and I'll always want one of you by my side but you don't have to be so jealous, my love, I chose you and I love you, not them. I'm yours, I belong to you and you're mine. We're married and there's no way anyone can ever break us apart now."

Sometimes he wondered how you got the courage to say such endearing words he loved so much. When you first began dating, feelings were a little more held back on your side because you didn't know how to show your love. Your first relationship didn't teach you anything and your previous one left a scar that had you overthinking everything because you were afraid they'd leave you if you ever did something they didn't like.

But truth was, there was nothing you could have done to make them leave you. You were naturally a kindhearted woman, they knew even before the dating phase, and you've always put forth your best efforts to work hard each and everyday, even on days when you were sick but refused to stay in bed.

You'd worry about the slightest things they'd pay no mind to, your insecurities being a big role that kept you back from saying the things you wanted.

And what he hated the most was when hoarding your feelings became too overwhelming and tears would fall from your eyes. Like the first time they saw you cry when someone touched you but you had been too afraid to speak up, or the second time when you went to Namjoon about the jealousies that ran around the whole building.

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Seokjin fired his secretary but did it in an orderly manner even though he did wanted to act like Jimin for once and just fired people right on the spot without giving them a pep talk. Jimin was definitely not happy about the situation, none of them were, but the man was more willing to fire anyone that had so much as glared your way. Namjoon had to calm him into going about things in a rational way.

They watched you closer ever since you spoke up, kept an eye on you at all times in case someone were to mess with you. And if they were too busy to watch over you, they'd have someone else doing the job and reporting to them whether someone had said anything to you or about you.

Things were looking much brighter, you looked happier, and the company was back to being a hardworking environment without the envious situation thrown into the mix.

But there was still one little problem.

You stood next to Seokjin wearing pretty black trousers with a pretty white blouse while your hair was up in a pretty ponytail. Jimin had asked you to be Seokjin's acting secretary for the night since the older man needed one and he had already fired his a few days prior. He didn't thought much of it when some lady approached him to spark up a conversation, only noticing a few minutes later with the way you stood there, hands fidgeting with the sleeves of your blouse and fixing your hair every three seconds.

You didn't feel comfortable but didn't leave his side because you took orders seriously since Seokjin himself asked you not to stray from him.

He held on a small tight smile, not liking the way the lady had begun to stray away from business talks and opted with a less formal conversation. But he couldn't just stop the conversation mid-sentence, it would be rude. Yet the second she tilted her head back from a soft laughter and lightly hit him on the shoulder, his small smile began to fade.

Sure she wasn't that bad looking but she wasn't you. Not as gorgeous as you who didn't need to wear a dress to impress because you were already pretty without it. Not as sweet, not as kind. He didn't like her laugh. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't like yours, not like the way your sweet laughter would immediately light up his heart.

But then again, it was probably because he was in love with you and not her.

"Care to go out for a cup of coffee some day?" She asked him.

Years before, even before he understood what love was, he would admire the bold ones that approached him and got straight to the point. He wasn't too keen on being the one who chased after someone, he liked being chased instead.

The guys wasn't much of a task to chase after, he had not much of a need to chase after them at all. It was more of a childhood to lovers story. After Jungkook confessed to Namjoon, it was then that got him to realize being chased after the ones he didn't care too much about wasn't his style. It began to annoy him a little. But Seokjin was still a stubborn man who refused to chase after any of the guys, instead playing the hard to get card while they all trailed after him, rolling their eyes because he liked playing with them.

It was until you showed up did he realized what chasing meant.

You were so shy, a cute worker, quiet and soft, got scared easily but could never get mad at anything or anyone. You'd stutter your words whenever you'd talk to any of the higher ups (aka them), and he found himself curious as to what kind of person you were and what went on in that little head of yours.

It was a bit of a surprise when Yoongi deemed he fell in love at first sight all of a sudden but it did sparked more curiosity in the man.

Seokjin liked talking to you whenever he got the chance. He loved the way your cheeks were so easy to turn into rose pink, loved your soft voice, and got a little frustrated you weren't part of the group of ladies that showed love and admiration for him.

But your focus and hard work was something that made him fall more for you, made him realize he was the one chasing this time rather than being the one to be chased after.

And he liked it.

"Actually.." Seokjin took ahold of your fidgeting hand without any hesitation and while you began to panic, worried for the onlookers and the lady in front of you, he held your clasped hands up in full view, surprising both you and everyone else that looked your way. "I will be occupied until the day she decides to leave me." He paused, turning to look at you with a confident grin while you stood there, eyes silently asking him what he was doing but Seokjin paid no mind. "Which I hope will never happen, my love."

My love.

Seokjin wasn't one to declare his feelings out into the public, he liked to keep things private and hidden behind closed doors. But with the way you kept looking down on yourself and the previous events beforehand, he knew validating your feelings was so much more important.

"Shall we go?"

It wasn't a question, it was a declaration. And before you could protest or say anything, the man whisked you away.

"Seokjin?" You called upon his name the moment the two of you were alone and he turned around, prompting you to go on. You let go of his hand to hug yourself before speaking again and he frowned at the way your eyes refused to look at him. "H-How'd you know?" You asked him in a small voice.

With a small sigh that left his lips, Seokjin took a step forward to wrap his arms around your smaller figure, letting his chin rest atop your head. "It's kind of my job as a boyfriend to understand the feelings of my girlfriend, don't you think?" You kept quiet. "No matter how many ladies approach me, approaches any of us, just remember that we are yours and yours alone. There's no need to worry, baby, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon...ever."

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"Why are you like this?"

You cocked your head just slightly, brows a little creased in confusion and he groaned again because you looked so adorable. "What do you mean?"

"I'm supposed to be mad at you, Y/N, you can't just be perfect all the time and think you can get away just by saying sweet words to me because guess what? I fall for it every time!"

"But I mean it!"

"Exactly!"

Dramatically, he clutched his chest and fell beside you, letting you have your moment of disbelief laughter because of the sudden change of heart.

Smiling, you leaned up against him to snuggle close. "I like this."

"What?"

"Being in love," you sighed.

"Yeah," he chuckled, agreeing before the sudden ding from both your phones alerted the two of you that the other six were waiting outside on the beach.

"I almost forgot we were going to see the dolphins today." You gasped, letting out an excited squeal as you hopped off the bed but not before Seokjin grabbed your wrist so that you couldn't leave the bedroom.

"Just because I'm no longer upset does not mean I'm letting you go out like that."

"But Jin, they—"

"I'll tell them you're being a brat and us being late won't be the only reason they'll be upset."

You huffed. "Fine."

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No matter how long time had passed since you've joined their relationship, Taehyung could never not fall in love with you more and more as each day passed.

You laid in bed, the last one left to wake up as always when it came to mornings, hair sprawled almost all over, your right hand laid on your chest while your left laid on your side. That morning, however, was a little more special.

After all, the day before they had just discussed wanting to get married and propose to you.

Taehyung took your left hand into his, playing with it for a moment as he examined each finger with gentle touches, kissing each fingertip before holding your hand out palm to palm and giggling at how much smaller your hand was compared to his. He had the largest ones after all, while yours came in last, smaller than Jimin's cute fingers.

You groaned softly in your sleep, squeezing his hand just slightly and he smiled, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. "Shh, it's okay. Sleep some more, baby, you don't have to wake up just yet," he said in soft whispers and as if hearing what he had just said, you turned your body just slightly to relax in your sleep again.

He chuckled at the sight before leaving one last kiss on your head and walking out the bedroom shirtless and feeling happy for what he had just done.

"I got it!" He announced to the group as he walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the smell of coffee and eggs.

They looked up at his arrival, chuckling when they saw Taehyung holding out a string that was curled into a circle. A string that he had apparently wrapped around your ring finger just minutes before to get your ring size.

"That'll work," Yoongi shrugged as he took a sip of his coffee.

"It'll have to work," Taehyung said, plopping himself on a chair next to Jimin, "I can't just ask Y/N what her ring size is without being discreet, it'll ruin everything."

Jimin chuckled while ruffling his soulmate's head. "Good job. We knew you'd come up with something creative."

"She's still asleep?" Seokjin asked and Taehyung nodded. He looked up at the clock that indicating the time being eight in the morning. "Someone should wake her up soon, breakfast is almost ready," he said, the scrambled eggs in the pan almost done and ready to serve.

As if on cue, small little stomps made their way down to the kitchen and in you came still in your pajamas, hair cutely ruffled while a hand rubbed at your sleepy eyes and they almost melted in sight.

"You can't do that." Your voice came out whiny and croaky and oh so adorable, a cute pout adoring your face. "You know I don't like waking up alone in bed," you reminded them, a little grumpy and still clearly tired.

Gosh you were so adorable.

Jungkook chuckled lightly as he walked up to you to pull you in more towards the kitchen, a hand ruffling your head and making it more messy. "Sorry baby, you woke up a little sooner than expected."

"One moment Taehyung was whispering something and then the next no one was there."

"I know, I know," the maknae cooed as he held you in his arms, swaying your bodies from side to side and placing little peppering kisses all over your face. "We're sorry, okay? It won't happen again."

You were so spoiled but they wouldn't have it any other way.

You giggled at the feeling of his lips and tried to push him away but along with how sleepy you still were and the fact that Jungkook would always be much stronger than you, you couldn't escape the tickling sensation.

"You're so sappy," you whined cutely, wiggling in his arms.

"You love it," Jungkook said as he let you go running over to where Namjoon stood, almost stumbling into him because you were still half asleep.

"Oof, I'm sorry Joonie," you quickly said while wrapping your arms around him and looking up at him with adorable eyes.

The man chuckled as he leaned in to greet you with a morning kiss. "It's okay baby."

"Baby," you repeated the word, sighing as if awestruck with a brilliant smile lifted upon your face. "I love you," you told him like a small child and he allowed you to snuggle up against him.

"My baby koala," Namjoon cooed.

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Even if he was on his honeymoon, Namjoon could never truly stay away from work. Not only because he was the big boss but also because he was a workaholic who often found himself handling the portion of the burdens that needed at least one of them to stay connected to their business. And he wasn't going to let anyone else do the work though you guys did chime in from time to time whenever possible.

Namjoon liked working independently.

But sometimes it could get a little tiring and for that, he always found you tumbling towards his way wherever he was at the right times.

Your tinier self would walk into his study room at the vacation home, sometimes half asleep or just plain tired, sometimes fully awake and ready to help, asking him whether he needed a helping hand or not. And whether Namjoon would say yes or no, you'd remain by his side either way.

He found both your tired and fully awake side adoring, liking the small surprises you'd greet him with each day.

When you were awake and ready to help at any time, he knew that would be the right time to let you help him out even with the smallest things. You liked helping him after all, always finding something to do because he knew you wouldn't leave unless you did something to help ease his burdens.

And on times when you were tired from whatever you had been doing, he'd allow you to just crawl into his lap, legs rested at both side of his body, head leaning to rest against his chest as he worked independently, happy for your comforting presence.

"Y/N."

"Mhm?" You answered him, voice a tired hum.

"Were you with the maknaes?"

You nodded at his question, groaning slightly as you leaned up to rest your cheek against his shoulder, having it squished right there. "Jungkookie and Jiminie tried to push me into the pool while I was all clothed and I asked Tae to help but he was just laughing so now I'm a little upset at them," you informed him while huffing.

Namjoon chuckled. "They like to play around."

"I was trying to read," you complained in a whiny tone. "And it was coming to the exciting part too!"

"You can go get your book and read it here if you'd like."

"No it's okay," you said, snuggling in closer and placing a few little pecks against his neck. "I like it here, don't wanna move."

"Okay," he smiled, fingers still typing away, multitasking as he both spoke to you and did his work. "Stay here for as long as you'd like, baby."

You giggled, nodding.

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You were drunk on sleep again and it's become a similar pattern that whenever you were like that, the one thing they often found you talking is about how you loved their eyes, eyes that (in your words) glowed of a thousand starlights.

"The stars are pretty."

"The stars aren't even up, Y/N," Hoseok laughed. "It's barely dusk."

"I'm talking about your eyes!" You frowned, pouting for a moment before smiling all over again. "I'm so lucky you know," you said, head on the desk in front of you, looking at them with a smile so whipped. It was a late afternoon where they had all gathered, the meeting long over and you couldn't keep yourself awake for longer. After all, you had been up all night the night before with no rest in between and they felt bad. But watching you like that was cute. You were always cute.

"Stars are pretty, I've always liked stars ever since I was little," you told them and hearing that, they listened in closer, grinning at the mention of your childhood self that must've been even cuter than you were now. "But mom couldn't bring me to the, um...what's that place called?" Your brows furrowed, losing your words and they giggled. "The aquarium? No, that's where the fishes are, what are you talking about, Y/N?" You grunted, the word not coming to you. "You know, there's a place where you can see the stars outside of Earth but it's indoors. Ugh, why can't I remember?"

"A planetarium?" Taehyung guessed and you exclaimed.

"Yes, that's it!" You were too endearing like that. "So mom couldn't bring to me the planetarium so I asked her to bring me stargazing instead but she was always so busy with work she never had time for me. Which was why I snuck out of the house one day."

Yoongi raised a brow. "A good girl like you actually snuck out?"

Just to see the stars.

What a cute little girl.

"It was fun!" You remembered. "But it was also scary because I was alone so I didn't really have time to look at the stars for long. Mom never found out though," you giggled proudly.

"Still wish to see them?" Seokjin asked you.

"It's okay, I already see them everyday," you told him. "The stars are all in your eyes and it's so much more pretty like this," you giggled again and their hearts swayed.

How lucky they were to receive a love so pure.

Still, it would have been nice to let you see the real stars that laid up in the sky, brightening up the night with its lovely glow.

And then, they thought of it. That empty room towards the attic, glass walls and ceilings that allowed you to see whatever was outside, lying right under the stars with nothing to block its view.

It was the perfect place and you deserved something perfect.

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"Y/N, are you still here?"

"Mhm," you hummed at Jungkook's call while his eyes were still glued on the large screen in front of him, sat on a gaming chair with a console in his hold, headphones on and a curse muttered under his breath for a quick second.

"For what, baby? Why aren't you sleeping yet?" He asked you, continuing on to game. You couldn't really blame him. After all, if it wasn't for the honeymoon, Jungkook wouldn't have much time to game just as he'd like it.

"Because you aren't sleeping," you pointed out.

"Aww," he cooed, a smirk curled at the corner of his lips, "does baby not want to leave me alone?"

You nodded but then remembered he couldn't see you and answered with a yawn. "Yeah."

"I'll be done in a few, okay?" He promised and you nodded again, letting him be.

But the game lagged on and you were growing more and more tired.

"Guk," you called his name after fifteen more minutes had pass, tugging at his sleeve. "It's getting late."

"Just one more round, baby."

You groaned and shamelessly slid your body under his arms to plop yourself right on top of him (to which he easily allowed you) while resting your head on his shoulder. "Come on," you whined.

"Okay, okay," he said, letting the headphone fall off on one ear with a light chuckle. "Just let me die first." He let himself end the game faster than what he wanted at first but with you there, straddling him and being a whiny tired baby, Jungkook's love and focus was shifted.

"Done?" You asked after he took off his headphone and placed his console down.

"Yeah baby," he chuckled again, allowing you to lean back just enough to meet his eyes with a tired smile. "You're cute, you know that?" He said, pressing two kisses on your lips. "Come on, the hyungs are probably wondering where we are."

With not much effort, Jungkook picked you up easily to lead you back to the bedroom where the rest of your husbands were.

"There you are, I was just about to come get you," Namjoon greeted the second the two of you arrived to the room.

"Sorry, she was waiting up for me," Jungkook said sheepishly as he greeted him back with a kiss. The others were already asleep with Namjoon kept up catching up with some work so he was the only one left to wait up for you and Jungkook.

"Babygirl's tired," he noted. "But we'll have to wake up early to catch our flight."

You whined at that. "Don't wanna leave."

"I know, baby, I know."

If only the honeymoon could last a little longer but as long as they had each other, there was nothing more Namjoon could ever ask for.

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Light pink suit on with a white shirt tucked under and white pumps and your hair up in a ponytail, Jimin studied you carefully as you went over the meeting schedule for the busy day again. Your brows were slightly creased with a firm serious expression resting on your face, a few small baby hairs sticky out just slightly from having to run around that morning, and although he wanted to smile and praise you for how quickly you were to get right back on track despite whining for some extra sleep when you had to wake up, he held his blank demeanor as he stood there, waiting for you to finish.

Luckily for Jimin he could multitask. Luckily he could both focus on your words and study you in however way he wanted.

Because although his eyes stayed on your face looking as if there was nothing else but work occupying his thoughts, his head also swarmed with thoughts of you and how he wished the vacation hadn't ended so soon.

"Have you compiled the reports that I've asked of you?"

"I will have them ready the minute I return to my desk, sir."

"Good." He nodded, satisfied. "And the phone calls?"

"Already done, sir."

"There's an event coming up in a a few days."

"I got their phone call this morning and ran over there. Everything is organized and just needs a few more last minutes touches before the final day but besides that, there isn't any problems that needs to be dealt with."

"The meeting."

"I have the meeting agenda here if you'd like to look over them," you said, handing him your neatly organized notebook to which he quickly took to look over.

"And my coffee?"

"Ah."

Jimin looked up, raising a brow. Perfect as you were with everything, sometimes you did forget to do a thing or too. You were human after all, maybe a little better than most, but still human.

"Forgive me, I'll get right to it, sir."

"Go on." You hesitated and before he could ask what was wrong, you went on to walk up to him to the tie that wrapped against his collar, your soft perfume hitting his nose.

"It was a little crooked," you told him and the corner of Jimin's lips curled up just slightly enough to be playful as he leaned in for a quick steal of your lips.

"Thank you, honey." You giggled, losing the professionalism for a moment and he smiled at the sight. "Have you checked your messages?"

"No, I haven't. Why?"

"Jin hyung texted, demanding for some attention," he informed as he held out your phone that he stole an hour prior.

Seeing the screen lit up with text messages from the eldest, you chuckled in response. "I guess he'll be whiny if I don't give him what he wants, huh?"

"Can't blame him," he shrugged. "You're around me almost every part of the day while the rest of them sometimes only gets to see you before and after work." Your phone went off again, silently vibrating against his palm for just a moment. "It's Yoongi."

"We've got a meeting in half an hour, can I quickly check in on them afterwards?" You asked and Jimin nodded with no protests, giving you a soft kiss on your lips.

"Don't let them distract you though."

"Of course not," you giggled.

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"Did you know that when a male penguin falls in love with a female penguin, he searches the entire beach just to find the perfect pebble to present to her?"

"Oh my gosh," you gasped, almost squealing at how cute it was as you began to imagine a scenario of cute penguins in love with each other. "How adorable!"

"Isn't it?" Taehyung bubbled from the other line of your phone call just as you had taken a right turn as you drove.

"Why do you know this?" You wondered with a soft laugh.

"I think back in primary school," he said.

"And it hadn't slipped your mind."

"Mmn." He laughed. "I remember it then, I used to have a crush on the teacher that told me this fact and I thought, you know, that she was hinting on the fact that I should go and find the perfect pebble for her because she liked me back. But turns out poor little Tae Tae was just dreaming in a delusional reality because she already had a boyfriend."

"Oof," you giggled, "how did poor little Tae Tae react?"

"He went to little Jimin and they cried together because little Jimin always hated seeing his soulmate cry."

"You guys are so cute!"

"You're not jealous?"

You chuckled. "Why would I be?"

"Because!" Taehyung exaggerated almost as if offended you weren't jealous of his story. "I learned that fact from another woman and I'll probably never forget her because it was that memorable."

"Tae, we're married. I'm your first and hopefully last wife so how are you ever going to forget me?"

"Oh crap, you're right." You laughed. "Wait, what do you mean hopefully you'll be my last wife as well? Are you doubting my love for you?"

His comments were amusing and you shook your head, smiling at how cute your husband was. "Hmm..I wonder," you teased.

"I'm telling you!" he declared, "No matter what happens, we're never letting you go so you better be prepared for what we have to offer."

"I was prepared the day I accepted your proposals," you told him and a look to your ring finger was enough to send butterflies your way.

You looked up again towards the road in front of you. There weren't many cars passing through, just about one or two but they were both going the opposite way of you. You hit your signal to make a right turn, pressing onto the breaks to slow down yet the pace of the car never did as you expected it to be and you frowned. You pressed the breaks again, and then again, and your heart began to race as your eyes widened with fear.

"Ooh you're smoother than I thought you'd ever be. You're catching on pretty well." The light tone in Taehyung's voice was the one thing that reminded you that there was still hope in the world, that one of the six of them had just been on the other line of your call and you bit your lower lip.

"T-Tae." Your voice came out more shaky than you expected, scared for your life.

"Yeah?" He replied casually, not realizing what you sort of situation you were in just yet.

"The breaks isn't working," you breathed.

"What?"

"The breaks, Tae, it isn't working, I can't slow down!"

With your voice growing louder and tears escaping your eyes as your heart raced rapidly against your chest, Taehyung's heart stopped.

"Taehyung please, I..-" you choked, "what do I do?"

"Where are you?" He immediately asked. "Just stay calm for me okay, baby? Take deep breaths and-"

"I'm going to hang up."

"No." His heart began beating fast as he stood up abruptly. "No baby no, don't do that. Don't-"

"I love you," was the last thing he heard before the line was cut off and Taehyung flew out the doors to his office, legs running faster than ever before with his fingers punching against his phone to try and call you again.

He had no time to remember to warn the rest about what had just happened, mind with only thoughts of you and how he could get to you on time.

Hot tears fell from his eyes, blocking his views while he continued wiping them away so that he could see properly on where he was driving. A hard knot constricted his throat, making it hard to breath as his heart ached and his stomach contracted into a tight ball.

Taehyung was panicking, knuckles white from gripping onto the steering wheel way too tight and cars beeped at him for going way too fast but he couldn't care any less about anyone else when you, his baby, his wife, one of seven reasons why he continued to wake up every day, was out there somewhere alone and isolated with nowhere near help.

'I love you,' your voice echoed into his head and he shook his head vehemently.

No, no. It couldn't. It couldn't be. He couldn't even say it to you, to let you know that he loved you too and that—

No.

Taehyung took a deep breath though it was so hard. He couldn't let himself think that way, if he did then it would mean...it would mean you wouldn't return to the seven of—

And that was when he remembered.

Seven.

Right, seven.

He still hadn't informed them and they out of anyone else should know what was going on as well. Who cared about the company at the moment? You were in trouble for goodness sake.

"Hel-"

"Y/N's in danger." He took no time to waste, taking a harsh turn that made the tires squeal in turn but he couldn't care.

"What do you mean Y/N's in danger?" Hoseok's brows furrowed, confused by the bitter taste in Taehyung's tone.

"Forget about going to that stupid meeting you have in less than ten minutes, Y/N's breaks stopped working on her way back here and now I can't get ahold of her and she's probably all alone out there with no one to help because that rode is away from the cities and isolated." He spat out a curse. "Hyung, I'm trying to get to her as soon as possible."

Normally Taehyung would never be so rude as to call Hoseok's meetings stupid but he was too worried and afraid for your life and at that point, none of them cared about his words lacking respect.

"I'll tell the rest and try to get ahold of her, just try to get there as soon as possible."

"What do you think I'm doing?"

It was harsh but understandable. "Taehyung."

"What?"

"Be careful," Hoseok warned, feet already taking him away from the meeting room and leaving his assistant to blink in confusion. "I'm not going to lose you in an accident because of your careless driving."

"Hyung, what if," he cursed again, "what if Y/N-"

"I'm going to end this call right now and inform the rest but you are not allowed to think that way, do you hear me?"

"I..-" Taehyung took a deep shaky breath, running his forearm against his eyes for the hundredths time. "Okay," he said, sniffling. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

The call ended and in less than ten minutes, he was on the familiar road of where you were when you called him, head stretching out to search for someone, anyone. A car, your car. Whatever sign that told him that you were alright, that you were safe.

But he hated how he couldn't see anything.

There were no cars that drove by, a street not many frequented and he wondered where in the world you were. Were you safe? How were you safe if there weren't any drivers driving by and could have coincidentally stumble upon you? They could have phoned the police, the ambulance, anything.

But he heard no sirens, no distress cry that warned him a wreck was nearby.

Neither was his phone called by any paramedics as he had been the last person you were on the phone with.

He could only hope, hope that you would be okay. Even if that meant you'd end up in the hospital, even if it meant you'd get hurt. He could only pray that everything would turn out alright.

And then, he saw it.

A body sat on the side of the road opposite of him.

Your body.

You.

He hit the breaks as soon as he was close enough and ran out the door as if his own life depended on it.

"Y/N!"

You looked up at his call, tears falling and falling from your precious cheeks and his heart shattered even more at the state you were in but he ran to you, crouched down, and pulled you into a tight hug while his own tears continued escaping from his eyes.

You were safe.

Safe.

In his arms.

Crying and scratched with your clothes a bit dirty but safe.

So, so, safe. Safer than he could ever imagine.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Taehyung repeated over and over again, words he never got to say before you hung up on him in the middle of the crisis and his heart had ached before you never did get to hear those words when you were alone and had no one else but yourself to rely on. "I love you so much."

The images of your body having to be wheeled into the emergency room fell from his mind as he held you close, crying yet hushing you gently as you cried inherent words against his chest, hands holding onto his blazer with a grip tighter than his because you could have lost your own life.

"It's okay, baby, I'm here now. I'm here."

He let you go just a little to have a look at how badly the incident had caused. Your white blouse were ripped from the sleeves, dirty, with signs of scratches that you had probably dived yourself out of the car just in time before it could crash and stop itself against a tree. The scratches fell down to your legs and when he touched your left foot, you winced in pain, tearing up all over again.

"Does it hurt?" He worried. "I'm so sorry. Help is coming soon, Hoseok should have called. They're on their way too so there's nothing to worry about right now. You're going to be alright, Y/N, we'll get you fixed up. They're just little scratches, you'll be better in no time. Anything else beyond that, we'll figure out a way to make it right again, you don't have to worry about a thing, my love."

"M-my car.." Crashed and ruined. Even if it could be repaired again, Taehyung wasn't going to let you ride in the one thing that could remind you of all of this.

"We'll get you a new one," he vowed but you shook your head, not wanting that from them.

"My phone..-" Probably lost and damaged in the wreck.

"We'll get you a new one," he repeated and you shook your head again.

"T-Taehyung...I was so scared," you sobbed and he pulled you in against him again, holding your head, rubbing soothing patterns, and giving you a soft kiss there.

"I know, baby, I know. It's okay now." Truth was Taehyung was way too terrified to imagine what had happened after you hung up on him but he wasn't going to tell you that. You needed the comforting more than anything and he vowed to be the bigger person as Hoseok was for him. "I'm right here, baby, I love you."

"I love you."

Barely a month into the marriage and he almost lost you but it was your body that he could feel as he held onto you with a secure hold, a promise of tomorrow, that kept him sane. It was when Hoseok held onto him later that night when he woke up unable to rest, crying against his husband's chest in the bathroom, that kept him alive.

You were alive.

Awake the next day, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead with a whisper of a soft thank you because he had gotten there before anyone else, had been the one to inform the rest. Because if it wasn't for him, who would have known how long it'd taken before they found out where you were and what had happened.

It was him that you thought of, reminding yourself that Taehyung knew, that Taehyung would run over in no time, and that you were going to be alright.

Because Taehyung knew.

So he leaned up to press a sweet and gentle kiss against your lips, careful not to hurt you, afraid you'd shatter like a fragile glass in his hold, and silently thanking the angels that had kept you safe.

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"Y/N is that you?"

You turned around to come into a halt as your eyes widened at the sight in front of you, heart suddenly doing something you weren't quite fond of. "C-Chan..." You breathed, surprised by how much the years had changed him. "Wow, hello."

Years before your heart would have broken at just the sight of him alone and you wouldn't be able to face him without tearing up but now? Now that you've found seven lovers who promised to cherish and love you for the rest of your life? Your heart ached slightly but it wasn't anything that had to do with missing him as a lover. He was your childhood friend after all. And if you missed him, then it'd be as a friend who fell apart after what had happened.

"It's been years." He sighed at the sight of you, smiling softly as he studied you for a moment. Autumn had come, winter being so close by so you were beginning to wear thicker clothes as the seasons began to grow colder each passing year, a pretty white capelet coat with white furs surrounding its collar and sleeves, making you look so soft. You changed, you looked more beautiful but still had on that lovely smile that he always remembered back when the two of you were children. "How have you been?"

"I've been great!" You said with a bright smile and it almost made him falter to see you look so happy like that, moving onto a life without him in it.

"That's wonderful, Y/N," he chuckled. "You look a little too fancy for someone out casually grocery shopping."

"Do I?" You laughed, looking down at yourself. Ever since you've began dating your seven princes, they've done nothing but spoiled you rotten and clothes were definitely not an exception. You loved the coat though, a Christmas gift given one year from Taehyung.

"Listen..." Chan began to trail off and you watched how he bit his lower lip, looking a little too nervous.

You knew what was coming and quickly shut him down. "It's fine, Chan," you said almost too quick for his liking.

He looked up again, blinking. "What?"

"Whatever happened between us is all in the past."

"The past...right..."

He looked like he wanted something more, regret and guilt shown in his eyes and maybe if he was a few years earlier, you would have easily gave in but he wasn't. The years had long passed and you were completely over him, love given for others whom have stolen your heart.

Just as he was about to say something else, someone interrupted the two of you as your grocery bags were snatched right out of your hands, causing you to look back and find Yoongi frowning.

"What did I tell you about calling me over so that I can carry these things for you? You're not allowed to carry anything except your purse, Y/N, your hands should be free of heavy things," he scolded the second you met eyes.

You shook your head lightly, smiling because they were always like that even though what you had been carrying wasn't heavy at all.

But they always refused to let you give them excuses.

"Um..who's this?"

"Oh!" You almost forgot Chan was still there. "Um, Chan, this is Yoongi," you turned back around, introducing with an awkward smile, "my husband of two years."

Chan's eyes widened at your words and the mood grew uncomfortable all of a sudden, being stuck between a previous lover and one of your current lover.

"And who's he?" Yoongi asked, voice monotoned as he raised a brow, not completely liking the fact that your sentences were informal as if you knew the guy.

"Ah, my um..childhood friend."

"Oh." An uncomfortable silence passed for a moment before Yoongi let out a scoff, knowing exactly what you meant. Seokjin told them about your two previous lovers, the two both leaving you heartbroken in the end and now seeing him in person, Yoongi wasn't going to make sure the meeting would last for much longer. So he handed over a few bags from his right hand on over to his left and took your hand, clasping it tightly. "Anyways, we're busy so goodbye," he said bluntly and turned around, dragging you away with him.

You panicked for a moment, turning around and waving at your speechless childhood friend. "Um, b-bye! It was nice seeing you!"

"Nice my ass," Yoongi muttered, scoffing bitterly.

"Hey, be nice," you chided softly after turning back and the two of you walked on towards his car.

"You really want me to treat your exes with grace and kindness?" He raised a brow, asking curtly.

Your lips pressed together into a small pout. "I...I don't know," you shrugged, unsure because yes, he did hurt you, but he was also your friend before the whole relationship happened. "He sounded nicer," you said ruefully.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he took out his keys to press the button that unlocked the car and opened the trunk. "Oh please, didn't you catch his eyes? The man totally wanted you back," he huffed, shutting the trunk close after putting the bags in.

"That's why I specifically told him that you were my husband," you told him, allowing him to open the door for you before getting in, "To make sure he knew I was completely over him."

"Still." A sigh left him as he leaned against his car, a pout resting on his lips.

"Don't be too mean," you laughed.

"Mean?" He raised a brow. "Imagine the maknaes were with you instead, or Jin hyung," he said. "They'd be all over you if they knew that was the childhood friend, showing affection out in the open where everyone else can see that you're clearly are taken, making that Chan even more envious."

"Ah," you bit your lower lip, "I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right. But just because I'm not too into that pda crap," Yoongi said, head leaning in close to where his forehead met yours and your face began to flush, "doesn't mean I don't like claiming what's meant to be mine."

"Y-you.." you stammered, "you don't have to. He's already long gone and I'm long over him." A kiss to your lips and your cheeks reddened some more. "Yoongi there are people-"

"Being a husband is nice," he smirked. "If I were to still be your boyfriend, I don't think that would have shut him down so easily, he would have seen me as just a competition." Another kiss, a little longer, a little softer. "Good job though," he patted your head, "for telling him that I was your husband right away."

One last kiss, softer and gentler and sweeter, before he pulled away and closed your door, smirking with a light chuckling as he watched you from the window, sat in your seat with your face all flushed because he had just done that out in the open.

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"Can we have our wedding in Spring? And outdoors? I want an outdoor wedding in Spring. It'll be warm by then and the flowers will have bloomed and everything will be so pretty. Oh but," you paused, pouting as you realized something and they all look on over at you, wondering what was wrong. "Spring is so close and I've heard that wedding preparations can take quite a while to perfect everything. We're all so busy, I highly doubt we can get it all done that easily and then Spring will come to an end."

You sighed, letting yourself sit in front of your vanity as you took out a brush to run through your hair. "We can always have a Summer wedding," you said. "Or whenever preparations gets done," you shrugged not caring much for the date anymore as you met Namjoon's eyes from the mirror.

He walked on over with a soft smile on his face, resting his hands atop your shoulders and squeezing it lightly. "Whatever you want, baby, we'll get it done."

You made a face. "This isn't just my wedding, you know, you're in it too," you said, turning your chair around so that you could face him and look up with a pointed look, "I can't get married without my grooms."

"Of course not," he chuckled, pinching your cheeks gently. "We'll split up a few tasks, tackle this together. With the eight of us plus a few help, it won't take that long. We're used to big events and deadlines and so are you."

"And this is our event so it's even more important and special," Hoseok said nodding.

"Aren't you forgetting the fact that we're all so busy with the company already?"

Seokjin chuckled. "Since when have we let that stop us?"

"Don't think about the details just yet, Y/N," Jungkook told you. "If you want a Spring wedding then we'll make your dream come true."

You pouted. "But what about what you guys want?"

Taehyung smiled as he took your chin to let your lips meet his in a soft assuring kiss. "We're fine with whatever. Honestly."

"You sure?"

"Mhm," Yoongi nodded. "I'm just honestly looking forward to seeing you in a wedding dress," he admitted and you blushed just thinking about it.

"I can't wait," you breathed, smiling as you met all their gazes. "I love you so much."

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"How was the cake tasting?"

"They were all so good," you whined when Jimin brought it up after you walked into his office to hand him the reports. You, Taehyung and Jungkook had gone to choose the cakes that morning and it was safe to say that you were all stuffed by the time it was all over. "Everything was sweet and pretty, I don't know what I'm gonna tell the wedding cake designer when we meet," you said, frowning.

"She's an expert," he reminded you, "she'll know what to design in the end after giving it a few ideas."

"I think I gained some weight after eating cakes all morning," you pouted, looking down at your tummy with a huff. "How am I gonna fit a wedding dress now?"

Jimin chuckled at your cuteness and stood up from his desk to walk around it and over to you, hands both tucked behind your waist as he pulled you in close. "Gain as much weight as you want, I don't care," he vowed sincerely with a smirk curling at his lips, "We'll still love you all the same."

You giggled, smiling into the kiss that he gave you. "Kookie said he's gonna go and burn some calories in the gym after work," you informed. "I planned on going with him and Taehyung but maybe I'll skip out."

"Good job," he smiled. "Do whatever you want, as long as you're happy."

"Should the cake be grand?" You asked. "Layered?"

"Of course," Jimin nodded. "The bigger the better."

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"You okay?"

"Hm?" You looked up towards the door where Seokjin walked into the bedroom just as you had gotten done changing into your nightgown. A confused glance was made his way as you wondered what he meant by that and why his brows were a little furrowed as he walked your way, settling himself onto the large bed.

"Yoongi told us what happened this afternoon," he said. "You met him again."

Him.

"Oh." You shook your head, laughing lightly as Seokjin held an arm out for you to sit onto his lap, accepting it without a word. "There's no need to mention him anymore," you told him. "It's all in the past."

"I just thought, you know," Seokjin shrugged, "since you looked a little upset the last time you spoke about him. How he left you scarred."

Your heart melted at how considerate he was for you so you leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "I promise you, I am beyond over that. I've got you guys now, what more do I need?"

He chuckled, not able to stop himself from kissing you. "Good," he sighed. "I don't want any other man occupying your thoughts."

"Don't worry," you grinned, "they're all claimed by the seven of you."

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"Y/N? Why are you awake?"

At first Jungkook had woken up with the idea of needing to use the restroom but then he found you nowhere in bed and saw a silhouette outside the balcony doors. So when he opened it and found you resting your forearm against it, a warm cardigan hung over your shoulders as you looked up at the stars, he could only wonder what had gone wrong.

You weren't one to usually wake up in the middle of the night just to watch the stars. Sure your love for the stars were big but you loved your extra hours of sleep more than that.

"Something wrong?" He asked as he walked in further after you turned your head around and remained silent. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you from behind, feeling your body colder than it should have been. "You're freezing, baby," he shivered. "What's wrong, hm? Tell my what's wrong, baby."

There was a clear sign that he had recently woken up, voice groggy and tired yet Jungkook was clear on not heading back to bed unless he made sure you were alright again.

"I can't sleep," you told him, leaning back against him to welcome his cozy warmth. "I had a nightmare."

"Mhm," he pressed his nose into your neck, trying to warm more of your cold body, "want to talk about it?"

"No," you shivered as a chilly night breeze passed by though he could probably guess it was one of the few nights where you'd dream of the accident all over again. They had come around less and less as the months passed but that didn't mean you could ever forget. "Wanna sleep," you pouted.

"Then come on," Jungkook said, beginning to tug you along back into the bedroom.

"But the nightmares." Even as you whined, you still followed his steps back in, feeling too sleepy to remain stubborn especially when the night breeze was too chilly to handle.

So you let him pull you back into bed where the two of you laid in between Seokjin and Yoongi.

"It's okay," Jungkook whispered as softly as possible, "I'll fight the bad dreams off for you."

You snickered in a gentle tone. "And how will you do that?"

"By singing you to sleep."

A smile was quick to light up your face at his suggestion and without any hesitation, you let Jungkook hold you against him, lying onto his chest and having you listen to his heartbeat. Not long after the two of you settled into each other's warmth, Jungkook's soft voice was whispered into the night as he sang a lullaby for you.

Listening to his heartbeat on one side while your other ear was blessed with his voice, you fell back to sleep sooner than you thought you would.

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"Y/N, it's three am, what are you doing up so early and..." Namjoon blinked though his eyes were still clear with drowsiness accompanied by a cute bed head, "..cooking...?"

You giggled as he walked further into the kitchen, greeting his tired self with a ruffle on his head as he let out a cute yawn. "I couldn't sleep," you told him. "I woke up and tried to go back to sleep but I was too awake and energized to dream again."

"So you decided to make pancakes."

"Yup," you nodded, exaggerating the last sound with a pop. "Doesn't it smell nice?"

He didn't answer but you were far too excited on your own to worry about it so you returned to the pan to flip two pancakes. There was soft upbeat music in the background and Namjoon shook his head, chuckling at the sight of his wife up so early in the morning flipping pancakes with nothing but an oversized grey hoodie that belonged to Jungkook.

You were quite the sight, pretty and adorable.

He walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and allowed you to sway the both of you from side to side while you hummed to the beat of the music.

"Hey, if you're going to have a party, you can't just not wake us up."

The two of you turned around to find Hoseok walking in followed by Jimin who let out a grumpy huff with hands stuffed inside the pocket of his hoodie.

"It's not a party," you insisted, "it's a late night snack I'm having."

"Even worse!" Hoseok pouted with a whine and you and Namjoon giggled.

"You can join if you want," you invited with a cute grin plastered on your face. For moments before, Jimin wanted to scold you for waking up so early just for that but who could get mad at such a sweet face?

"You're lucky you're cute," he said huffingly and your head tilted back, colliding with Namjoon's shoulder as you laughed. "What are you doing up anyways?"

"Y/N here can't fall asleep," Namjoon informed with a ruffle of your hair.

"So you guys decided to wake us all up by being loud?"

At the new voice, the four of you all turned to watch Seokjin walking in as he pouted, a clear tired expression plastered on his face.

"I'm so sorry," you quickly said, "it was my fault, don't blame the rest. We'll be more quiet so you can head back to sleep if you can."

"And miss all of this?" He scoffed stubbornly and took his seat next to Jimin, "No way."

Hoseok laughed. "You pretend to be mad but you love us anyways."

"Doesn't make you any less annoying," the eldest retort with rolled eyes.

"Is that pancake I smell?"

"At three in the morning?"

"Heck yeah!"

Jungkook and Taehyung both filed in no sooner than later and soon the kitchen was filled with all of your husbands. All but one who was a heavy sleeper and loved his sleep just like you.

"Is everyone awake now?" Jimin asked with a yawn.

"Yoongi isn't," Jungkook replied.

"Should we wake him up?" Taehyung asked.

"I think babygirl should do it, don't you think?" Seokjin said with a small raised brow and a smirk your way. "You're the reason we woke up after all."

A hesitant blush your way with Hoseok stealing the spatula from your hand and them pushing you out of the kitchen, you were left to sigh without a protest, dragging your feet up the stairs towards your shared room.

Even though you were the one to always leave the bed later than everyone else, Yoongi could get a bit grumpy when he's woken up unexpectedly — especially on purpose when there was nothing important to wake up to.

Nothing a few kisses and cuddles couldn't fix.

So you opened the door to find Yoongi alone, looking small against the large bed that took up a lot of space in the master bedroom. A soft smile curled along your lips as you walked up to him and bent down, shaking him lightly.

"Hey, Yoongi?"

You didn't get very far.

Not before he had grabbed your arm and pulled you right into his hold where his body held you tightly.

"What?" He grunted.

"You're heavy," you whined at his body weight but still he wouldn't move.

"You love it," His voice was deep and low, tired and groggy and you were already starting to feel bad for waking him up. "Well?" He asked, urging you to go on from what you wanted to tell him. Instead of answering him, however, you remained quiet to just listen to his soft breathing, the warmth given off by him suddenly making you sleepy. "Here because you want me to join your little party downstairs?"

"How'd you know?"

"Not hard to tell," Yoongi said, "they're pretty loud."

They definitely were. The two of you could hear their complaints and booming voices and laughter all the way from the kitchen to the bedroom.

You laughed lightly and he mirrored your amusement. "Not complaining?" You asked.

"Not going to convince me?" He remarked.

"I don't know," you shrugged, moving in closer to his warmth and he allowed you without protest, "I like it here."

"They're going to know something is up if you don't return soon."

You frowned. "Are you trying to kick me out?"

"No," he chuckled in a deep tone, soft and soothing, "I'm trying to keep you to myself for a moment," he said, "just until they all come barging in and ruin this peaceful quiet time."

"Mmn," you giggled, "you're so greedy."

"So are you."

You responded with a whisper of an 'I love you' and he replied with a kiss on your forehead to say the same thing.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

There they were. A little late, a little early. You didn't know what to mark it as but as they barged in, you and Yoongi remained holding onto each other before Taehyung excitedly jumped onto the bed and pouted.

"You love us too yet you're ditching us for more sleep?"

"Weren't you too energized to go back to sleep?"

"How dare you?"

Yoongi simply laughed while you left his arms to quickly sit up and try to defend yourself.

"No, no! I didn't mean it I promise!" You insisted. "It was just so warm and soft and Yoongi was holding onto me so tightly and I loved the feeling and..-" You met their disapproving look and your eyes fell, pouting. "I'm sorry."

"Stop it, it's not fair."

You blinked as you looked up at Jungkook. "What?"

He grabbed your face, squishing it against the palm of his hands with a cute pout of his own. "You're too cute to stay mad at!" He chided and you fell back against Yoongi as you laughed. "You can get away with anything with just this face alone, it isn't fair."

"Actually, I think it's quite a gift," you replied with a playful grin and they were upset because they couldn't actually stay upset.

"See what you've done, Jimin?" Taehyung glared at the other 95 liner, "She's caught up to us. I told you Y/N isn't the same girl we first met years ago."

"What? It's Jin hyung's fault too!"

"Hey!"

"Nah, I'd say she's still the same," Namjoon stated with a soft scoff. "Watch this."

You didn't know what he meant by that but the next thing you knew, Namjoon had caught ahold of your chin, tilting your head to meet him before soft yet passionate lips fell upon your own. A kiss that had his tongue dancing along your lower lip before it entered at your gasp and had you gripping tightly onto the sheets below you.

When he pulled away to give the both of you the breath of air you needed, you were left lightheaded and quickly fell back against Yoongi's hold to hide your blushing red face against the crook of his neck.

Chuckles escaped them at the sight and Namjoon licked his lips with a smirk. "See?"

"Cute," Seokjin commented with a grin. "Remember when we first kissed?" You whined against Yoongi and stomped your little feet in protest. "Gosh, Y/N was the cutest thing ever with her eyes so big and round and cheeks so flushed," he continued either way.

"Remember when you first came over?" Jimin added. "Or when we first shared a bed?"

"And the first time you had to stay over because the blizzard outside was too harsh?" Taehyung said.

"Guys, stop it," you whined, "I already embarrass myself enough, stop bringing the embarrassing memories back."

"Embarrassing? Y/N, they were precious," Yoongi insisted gently as he trailed his fingers along your jawline to get you to face them again. You did it with bits of hesitation and they almost melted in sight. "So, so precious," he said as he placed an assuring kiss to your temple.

"I still can't believe someone like you fell in love with us in the first place."

Your brows furrowed at Hoseok's words. "What are you talking about? You were like the most sought out men of the industry even though the relationship between the seven of you was clear from the beginning. You were so untouchable someone like me was lucky to even breath the same air as you."

He chuckled. "No, Y/N. You didn't know it then but from the first moment we saw you, something about you was different and special. You only proved to us each day with your hard work and efforts that what we saw then was not a mistake."

"So we started to observe you more as time when on," Jungkook said. "That's why Jimin and Jin both started to flirt around, eventually moving on to flirt with others to try and grab your attention."

"But you always acted so unfazed," Jimin pouted.

"That's because I had to remain professional," you remarked. "Plus how was I supposed to know you took an interest in me then?"

"That's the problem, Y/N," Namjoon sighed. "You're always stuck in this little head of yours, thinking you aren't good enough or pretty enough but you are, and you are so much more than that."

"And a little braver than we imaged you'd ever be," Taehyung smirked as he was reminded of something. "You were the one who took the initiative after all, confessing your true feelings first hand."

You blushed thinking about that moment. "I was drunk."

"On sleep," he laughed. "Still, your sleepy self was braver than any of us could ever be at that time."

"And we love you," Seokjin smiled as he leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your lips. "So much."

You returned the smile, heart fluttering. "I love—" you gasped, suddenly realizing you had forgotten something and they all gave you a confused gaze. "The pancakes!" You jumped out of bed, groaning as you slipped on your slippers. "Aw man, my late night fun time is all ruined because you guys decided to love me."

Jimin scoffed. "Did you not like that?"

You stopped yourself before you could run off towards the door and down the kitchen, feigning an innocent smile their way as you leaned up to press a quick kiss on Jimin's lips. "I love you!" You said and bounced away, leaving them to frown at your absence.

Not long after, however, their heads came popping into the kitchen, too awake to return to sleep now.

"It's gotten cold," you pouted as you turned to them, showing them the plate of pancakes that would have made the perfect early breakfast snack if they hadn't lost their heat. "I'm gonna cry."

"Really now?" Namjoon chuckled.

"We can make some more," Jungkook suggested, not liking the idea of heating them up in the microwave because microwaves scared him.

"But then these will all go to waste," you said.

"It's okay, you didn't make that much in the first place because you thought it'd just be you," Hoseok said pointing out and you nodded.

"Okay," you sighed. "Let's make another batch for the eight of us then!"

And so you got to working with a bit of help, adding in berries and chocolate, each batch with a little something different so that you could all choose whatever you wanted to eat. It was fun, being up so early in the morning with nothing to do for another hour until you had to get ready for work. Together. You and them.

Back then you'd always wonder on the thoughts of why they had chosen you, what they had seen in you in the first place. And sometimes you did find yourself going back to those thoughts.

"You know," you said as you all sat around the dinner table, "sometimes I wonder why you choose to enjoy these kinds of food when you can be enjoying those exquisite dishes that they always serve at those parties. You know, like the rich people you are?"

"It's good once in a while," Jimin said with a light shrug, "but we prefer this because it's better, it's more, it's true and it's made with love. It's made of your love. Our love."

And when Taehyung fed you a slice of the blueberry pancakes on his plate, you smiled because you understood.

You didn't have to be perfect to be loved by them (though they always insisted you were perfect), you didn't have to be the prettiest or the most hard working or whatever anyone previous had always told you. All you had to do was stay true to your heart and love them with your true heart.

It didn't have to always be pretty as long as it was you and them in the end.

A love stronger than the day before but less than the next.