#bts os

The setting is idyllic. A small cabin atop the Irish mountains, all around you seems like a wonderful scene straight out of the most beautiful postcards: lush green lagoons, mist rising from hot springs, the scent of cheese and warm coffee. It gives you that little thrill you felt on your first camping trips in the Korean mountains.

Your gaze drifts over the pure nature surrounding you—a small river pleasant enough in the afternoon to dip your feet into its clear water. You’re only slightly sorry if it leads to a spring that might eventually be bottled. Complete calm surrounds your vacation; no one is around wherever you go, and even the locals don’t seem to know Namjoon—probably because of their internet troubles, or maybe simply because they don’t want to meddle in your life, which feels more respectful than the people back home: Korea.

A soft breath escapes your lips, and Namjoon lifts his curious gaze, a teasing smile indicating you’ll be hearing about this until your wedding day.

“— Is it the Irish marmots making you sigh like that?” “— What? No, their life is… really interesting!” “— Ah, then you must already know they’re aliens from another galaxy, with the bionic power to tell if you’re lying or not.” “— That’s really interesting, I didn’t know that.”

He keeps a genuinely amused smile while you eventually give up—yes, you hadn’t listened to a single word he’d been saying for nearly three hours now, even though he was genuinely fascinated by the local flora and fauna. But you couldn’t help it; your mind was stuck on what you’d been carrying for the past three months: you were pregnant. You didn’t know when or how it happened—you always took care, even if apparently not enough—and you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him.

Namjoon was terribly busy with his role as leader, his group, his passion, the magazines; you didn’t want to sink that fragile balance between you into a swamp of endless problems. It’s not that Namjoon ever said he didn’t want children, but he never really expressed a desire to have any either, which made the question complicated, especially since you hadn’t yet found stability in Korea.

Everyone on TV always talks about how foreigners quickly get money, houses, and roll in wealth. But the reality is Koreans love Koreans, and if you don’t start or take over a company, you end up like anywhere else: unemployed. It’s the sad fate of life, that no one can change. So you were struggling to find stable work, and even though you were dating one of the richest people in the world, you really wanted to finally gain your independence.

“— What’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.” “— I don’t know... if you’ll take it well or not... I don’t want you to think I did this to ruin your life or force you into anything.” “— Okay, now you’re scaring me.”

He studies you, trying to understand what you’re about to say, while you feel tears welling up in your eyes—it’s like you’re about to announce the end of the world or that you just robbed the Bank of Korea. Maybe it’s hormonal, or maybe you’re really sad thinking this might be the last educational outing with the love of your life.

“— I’m pregnant, Namjoon.” “— … Wait, what?” “— I’m pregnant. With you, in case you have any doubts.”

His expression looks like you just pulled out a taser and pressed it against his neck.

He blinks several times before turning his head to the distance, a large snowy mountain, then looks back at you. Without further ceremony, he stands and walks into the cabin, and you feel like an idiot, sitting there on your wooden chair, trying to keep a shred of dignity and not burst into tears immediately.

You take deep breaths, trying to calm your nerves, and when the glass door opens again, you’re ready to hear him say he’s leaving you. But nothing goes as planned: he walks toward you, kneels, and shows you a burgundy velvet box. This time, it’s you who looks at him as if he just tasered himself.

“— I wasn’t planning to do it like this, or so romantically after two more educational outings, but I think doing it now is better.” “— Namjoon, I…” “— Don’t say anything else but yes. I don’t care about anything else; I’ve never felt anything more beautiful than you and me together... And I want us to have this child.” “— But what about the others...” “— Well, they’ll have to deal with it and nothing more.”

You stare at him with wide, stunned eyes, but before he can launch into another speech, you rush to kiss him. Tears of joy—not pain—stream down your cheeks as you try not to implode with happiness. And you can’t say anything but yes, repeating like an old scratched record that needs rewinding.

“— Then, let’s get married tomorrow. No, tonight.” “— Namjoon.” “— What?” “— Let’s not rush things, let’s do it right. For us, not for anyone else.” “— Okay... but know this: as long as you’re the bride, I don’t care about anything else.”

You just nod, letting him overwhelm you with his tenderness and love, closing your eyes to kiss him with all the feelings you have for him.

—

You slumped in your chair, taking a big gulp of water. “I can’t imagine how you managed the entire batch of year threes.”

“I had other professors to help me too but we’re all mainly in charge of different batches. So I guess it wasn’t too bad.”

You were still adjusting to the campus grounds, occasionally forgetting which lecture hall was located at. Jungkook always offered to be your tour guide whenever he was free.

“Prof Jeon!” A couple of seniors approached Jungkook, waving their hands widely at your colleague. “How’s senior year going for y’all?”

The two of you stopped as Jungkook conversed with his ex-students. “Stressful, we’ve been busy applying for jobs.”

“Right, you guys are graduating soon. Hope you manage to secure them by graduation!” Jungkook cheered them on with sincerity in his voice.

You admired how Jungkook interacted with his students, past and present. He never forgot their names, the rowdy and the quiet ones. He was patient and understanding with all of his students. Jungkook was definitely a professor with a genuine passion to teach and help others.

That, of course, would mean he was well loved by his students. Even after his modules, his students would approach him for help, be it academic or career wise.

He was the popular professor in your faculty, there was no doubt about that.

“You’re really good with them.” You commented as you both walked towards your lecture hall. Jungkook smiled, “I try my best.”

“Well, you’re definitely doing something right.”

“Feels nice to hear that from you, yn. I appreciate it.”

You felt your heart rate quicken with his soft smile, you blinked as you looked straight ahead. “Thanks for walking me as well. I’m getting used to the layout, you don’t have to bring me around now.”

He shook his head, “It’s fine, I love walking with you anyway.”

This time, you froze, your eyes shifting to your students passing by the two of you to enter the lecture hall. You were sure they overheard what Jungkook had said as you saw their giddy smiles and looks as they passed you.

Clearing your throat, you bowed your head slightly to say bye to your really handsome colleague. “Thanks again Jungkook.”

—

“I already bought you your favourite drink. I’m sure you’re super thirsty after teaching for 3 hours straight.” Jungkook’s raised his arm to show the drink in his hand.

“Were you,” you looked around to see other students walking down the corridor, “Were you waiting outside?”

“Yea, I thought you ended at 2.30pm but I forgot you told me you end at 3pm on Thursdays.”

You smiled as you unlocked your office door, entering with Jungkook. “You didn’t have to wait out here, could’ve just texted me.”

“Didn’t want to disrupt your focus during lecture. Plus, I don’t mind waiting for you.”

Maybe it was the way he said it, the tone or the cheeky grin on his face. You weren’t sure what it was, but it felt as if there was another meaning to it.

“Thank you for the drink anyway, I actually am pretty thirsty.”

He flashed a toothy grin as he took the seat opposite your desk - the seat where your students sat at for consultation. “How’s midterms season going?”

You sighed, “Tiring. I’m booked almost every free slot for consultations now.”

“I have a few extra slots, if the workload is too much, I can take some of your consultations. We’re teaching the same syllabus anyway.”

You shook your head as you took a sip, “That’s alright! I can manage.”

Jungkook nodded his head, “Don’t get me wrong. I’m fully aware of your capabilities. Just want to be there for you when I can.”

Feeling your cheeks grow hot, your eyes locked on the drink as you placed it back on the table. “That’s really sweet of you.”

Just then, there was a knock on your office door and Namjoon’s head peeped in. “Am I interrupting?”

“N-Not at all! Come in.” You cleared your throat as Jungkook straightened up in his seat, turning away from you.

“Just wanted to let you know about the midterms meeting tomorrow morning. I’ll be sending out an email invite later as well. I’ve just been checking in with everyone individually first.” Namjoon’s eyes trailed off towards Jungkook and he let out a short chuckle to himself.

“But I guess I’m interrupting you two lovebirds.” He teased and you nearly choked on air. “N-Namjoon!”

He bellowed in satisfaction, “I’m kidding, you two look like teenagers that were caught sneaking around.” He made his way to the door, “Pretend I didn’t come in! Bye!”

A thick awkward silence engulfed the two of you as both your eyes fixated on the area that Namjoon had just been.

Jungkook broke it, letting out an awkward laugh, “Joon’s a real funny one, isn’t he?”

“Y-Yea he is.”

—

“Hey Jungkook, these were the papers you wanted right?”

That voice.

In an instant, Jungkook had straighten his spine and adjusted his tie as he looked up to you with the practice paper he had asked for. He had been engrossed in his work that he didn’t see you walk over to where he was eating.

“H-Hey, yea,” He reached out to take the paper from you. “Thanks yn. I owe you one.”

With a smile, you reached over to give him a light pat on his shoulders before walking away from him, “It’s fine, I’ll just look for you the next time I need help.”

“R-Right of course, y-you can!” He nodded his head as he watched you walk back to your desk, grabbing your laptop and heading off to your next class.

Jungkook was smitten.

And he was doing a bad job at hiding it.

“You look like you just drank 10 bottles of alcohol, why is your face so red?” A voice beside him made him jump in his seat as he turned to his to smack his colleague with the practice paper in his hand. For a moment, he had forgotten that he was having lunch with Namjoon at the dining hall.

“Shut up, Namjoon.” Jungkook cleared his throat as he reached out for a bottle of water to calm himself. Namjoon chuckled, “My dear friend, even a blind person can see your huge crush on yn. Do something about it.”

“I-I can’t…” He sighed dejectedly, “We’re both teachers and colleagues. We need to be professional… Besides, I doubt she sees me the same way.”

Namjoon only shook your head, “Yea sure, keep telling yourself that.”

—

Jungkook loved to pass by your classes. He was thankful for the windows along the corridors that allowed him to take a glance at you teaching your class.

He admired your passion for teaching. He admired how you always managed to find a way to connect with the students. He admired how you could be firm and strict with them, without going overboard.

He admired you.

A lot.

He hated how he would stumble over his words when you would approach him without notice. He hated how he felt his cheeks go burning red when you compliment him or smile at him. But he loved it at the same time.

Jungkook loved being around you, during lunch breaks, during the nights where you had to work over time, during training workshops. Being a college professor was not easy feat but you always made it a lot brighter.

“I’m swarmed.” You sighed as you opened a can for a refresher. “It is finals season after all.” Jungkook offered his snack of chips to you which you happily took some.

You were lounging in his office, your only break before you had back-to-back consultations with your students. Jungkook flashed an encouraging smile, “You’re an amazing professor, you’ll survive.”

“Thanks Jungkook, but I’m only as half as good as you.”

“That,” He pointed at you, shaking his head, “Is utter bullshit.”

You let out a laugh, making him melt as he composed himself while you weren’t aware. “I-It’s true.” He defended himself, a little bit less confident this time.

“You’re cute.” You nonchalantly commented as you got up, ready to head back to your office to start consultations. “See you around when I get to breathe, Mr. Jeon.”

Cute.

Absolutely lost it.

Jungkook couldn’t remove the smile on his face even after you left his office. He even talked himself to calm down and get over it. But you had stunned him for the rest of the day.

—

You and Jungkook hosted had back-to-back finals review workshop in the same lecture room. Jungkook had booked one of the lecture room or his review lecture right before yours, unintentionally of course.

However, he had overran and you were waiting outside with your students. With a gentle knock on the door, you peeped in to draw his attention.

“Mr. Jeon?”

Jungkook nearly dropped his pointer when he heard you call his name.

“Miss yn!” His eyes darted to the clock before back at you, “I overran, I’m sorry about! I-I’ll quickly wrap it up.”

“No worries!” You smiled at him before closing the door.

His class erupted in murmurs as a couple of girls were giggling amongst each other. Not only did the professors know about his ‘tiny’ crush, so did his own students.

Clearing his throat, he gathered the attention of his class to wrap up his session.

“I’m sorry about again, Miss yn.” He bowed apologetically.

“N-No, it’s alright! Don’t worry about it!” You smiled as you connected your laptop to the screen. “W-Well, I hope your review lecture goes well.”

“Thank you Mr. Jeon.”

—

A frustrated groan rang through his ears. A familiar familiar sound he had been hearing the entire finals season.

“I don’t get it Mr Jeon. Why is this the amount adjusted during consolidation?”

Jungkook paused, trying to figure out a different way to explain the consolidation. “Okay, it might be easier if you compare what entry should have been passed under the Group level versus what has been passed under the legal entity. For example, if—“

Jungkook’s eyes had shifted from the paper to the door when there was knock. “Come in.”

“I’m sorry to disturb,” you spoke apologetically, “Namjoon asked me to pass this to you as I was passing by. I’ll just leave it here.” You quickly dropped the folder on the coffee table before closing the door behind you.

Even though you were gone, Jungkook’s eyes remained on the door to the glass window as he watched you walk away from his office.

“Mr Jeon,” his student whined once again, “I’m this close to losing my sanity with this question. Can you please make googly eyes on Miss yn some other time?”

His cheeks felt hot as he had just been caught by his student drooling over you. “R-Right,” He flashed an apologetic smile, “Sorry about that.”

He knew he had to ask you out once finals season was over.

For his own sanity as well.

—

“I’m glad the long awaited break is here.” You said with a big sigh of relief as you left the campus with Jungkook. “Thinking of just sleeping for a few days straight and just laze around.”

Jungkook laughed, “You sure you don’t want a more fulfilling or exciting break?”

“Leave the adventure to the kids. I’m just ready to bum around.”

This was it.

His chance.

“H-Hey yn…”

“Mmm?” You hummed, your eyes shifting to look directly at him. He felt his courage dwindle just from locking eye contact with you but he had to do it. He didn’t want to waste his summer regretting that he was a coward.

“Would you perhaps… Like to go on a date with me?”

The corners of your lips were pulled upwards as you broke into a wide grin. “A date?”

“Y-Yea… I like you and if you feel the same way, I’d love to take you out on a date.”

You let out a light laugh, shoving him lightly as you replied, “I’d love to. Thought you’d never ask.”

His eyes widened, “R-Really?”

“Yes really.” You smiled at him. Jungkook was definitely on cloud nine. His smile reaching from ear to ear as he pulled you in for a hug.

You happily wrapped your arms around his torso, your head leaning against his chest as you savoured the moment. “I’m so relieved to hear you say yes.” His voice muffled as he buried his face in the nook of your neck and shoulder.

Reluctantly, you pulled back slightly, “How about we leave campus this instant and get some good food?”

Jungkook nodded his head, “Sounds like a great plan.”

With your fingers intertwined, you made your way to Jungkook’s car as you both buckled in and headed off to enjoy your first date.

—

It didn’t take long for news to spread, after all, some of his ex students followed him on his Instagram and some of yours followed you as well.

You spent most of the summer together with Jungkook and it was one of the best summer breaks you had, including your student years.

Namjoon was one of the first few who learnt about your relationship and he was ore than supportive of it. “Glad to finally see the two lovebirds in real life.” He extended out his arms to pull both of you in for a hug.

“Ready for a new semester, dean?” Jungkook asked, patting Namjoon’s buff shoulders.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He chuckled.

After a short catch-up, Jungkook walked with you to your office. You were certain that most of the students, especially those in the cohort you’re both assigned to, knew of your relationship.

“Nice one prof!” One of his ex students hollered, throwing a fist bump in the air as he approached Jungkook with his group. Jungkook laughed, “Tone it down, we don’t have to announce it to everyone—“

“Everyone already knows.” Another student giggled, “You two look great together.”

Jungkook shook his head, his grin not leaving his face, “Well now that we’re together, you guys can stop wasting time on rumours and start focusing on your modules yea?”

You laughed along with Jungkook as you both head off, leaving the students to grumble about the modules.

“We’re definitely going to be bombarded during our first class.”

You let your body mold into the comfort of your beloved couch as you shut your eyes. Your boyfriend’s eyes were anything but closed. His eyes were glued onto your body sprawled right next to him.

Groaning, you tilted your head backwards to let your body cool down faster. The sudden noise caused Hoseok’s cock stir in his pants. Hoseok gulped at the view of your body dripping with perspiration. His eyes followed the trail of sweat slowly dripping down your neck. He watched as it went in between your heaving breasts causing the shirt you were wearing to have a slight damp patch. So entranced with your chest taking in shallow breaths, he failed to see that your eyes were on him.

It didn’t take long to figure out what was going on in his mind. The hungry look in his eyes and the brief glimpse of his honeyed tongue brushing past his lips gave him away. 

Trying to keep a neutral face, you decided to put on a show for him. Slowly, your fingertips trailed your thighs until you felt the hem of his shirt you were wearing. Pulling the shirt off from your body, you let out a delighted sigh at the new freshness you felt. You arched your back slightly as you bunched the shirt up in your hands to dry off any sweat you felt on your body. Your hands purposely groping your breasts knowing he was definitely going to enjoy the view. 

Feeling his eyes burning onto your body, your mischievous mind decided to go the extra length that will make him break.

“You know what? Let’s go get refreshed Hobi.” A new wave of energy flowed through your body as you tossed your shirt at your aroused boyfriend. Before he could say anything, you dashed to the kitchen to continue your plan.

Hearing Hoseok get up from the couch with a groan, you quickly reached for your ultimate weapon, watermelon. Taking it out of the refrigerator, you placed it on the marbled counter but confusion rushed into your mind when your hand reached out for the plates you previously used, only to be met with nothing.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hands opened the cupboard in front of you to find out that Hoseok had put them on the very top, again. Bracing yourself for the ache of your thighs from playing ‘Just Dance’, you placed your hands on the counter as you lifted your body on top to retrieve the plates.  

 Once you were able to get a hold on the plates, you placed the plates on a clear space on the counter before you were able to get off from it. Placing the palms of your hands on the counter to ease you down the counter, you weren’t expecting for your back to hit anything, much less the front of your boyfriend’s chest. A slight panic flooded through your body as you stumbled onto your feet.

Hoseok’s hands moved to your hips and moved you back to his body to keep you still. You felt his breath fanning over the crook of your neck causing your breath to hitch. He started placing kisses on your neck, moving up until he was right next to your ear.

“You know sweet pea, I love how you think that you are slick. What is it that you want?” Your body stilled as his husky voice spoke into your ear. The heat from his body behind you and his husky voice sending a wave of arousal down your body. 

“I-” You wanted to answer, the answer was on the tip of your tongue yet no words were able to come out from your mouth.

“Tell me baby, what were you aiming for with this teasing? To get me all riled up? Answer me baby.” He nipped on your ear to get you to release any sound.

“Yes Hoseok.” A choked moan slipped from your lips and Hoseok came close to your face. Lips brushing against yours as he brought his thumb in between to toy with your bottom lip.

“Well, congrats. You riled me up baby. Now, what are you going to do for daddy?” The tip of his index finger lifted your chin to have you meet his gaze. 

“Anything daddy.”

“Anything?” His raised eyebrow should have been enough to send you a warning signal but your lips had a mind of their own.

“Anything.” The desire laced in your breathy voice made Hoseok chuckle.

“Good now, I want you to sit here and eat some juicy watermelon.” You wanted to wipe off the smug look from his face but you knew better. His hand patted the counter you were on just a few seconds ago. Nodding, you backed up to the counter and placed your palms once more on it only to be stopped by his disapproving tone.

“Strip for me sweet pea.” He took a few steps back to rest against the counter across from you to fully absorb your image, his gaze never faltering as you took off the remaining clothes. You bit your lip to keep any sounds from spilling out from your mouth as you took off your dampened panties. Hoseok groaned as he saw your soaked panties clinging to your glistening pussy.

Refraining from any more teasing, you looked right into his lustful eyes as you finally raised your body on the place Hoseok patted seconds ago. You winced as your heated pussy made contact with the cold marbled counter. The contact made chills form all over your body. Trying to keep your warm core from touching the cold counter, you tried to lean back onto the wall and moved your hands to cover your chest.

"Color?" Hoseok's eyes flashed a glint of concern as his eyes searched for any trail of discomfort written on your face.

"Green." You flashed a bright smile as you answered Hoseok. He always made sure you were comfortable during any given time. It made your love for him grow as he always ensured your comfort before anything else.

"Good girl. Now, sit up straight baby and let me see those gorgeous tits of yours."

"Yes daddy." Sitting straight, you let your hands fall right in your lap as you looked at Hoseok for the next instructions. Hoseok pushed himself from the opposite counter and walked with you with a hungry look on his face.

"Spread yourself open for me sweet pea." Nodding, you spread out your thighs with your hands to grant him full sight of your glistening pussy.  

Once he neared your body, his fingers ghosted on your spread out thighs. The mixture of the heat coming from his fingers and the cold air hitting your spread out pussy caused your arousal to pool down onto the marbled counter.

“Would you look at that! You’re so ready for my cock but it’s time to give you a taste of your own medicine baby.” Your teeth caught your bottom lip in its grasp to stop any sounds from coming out but your boyfriend’s thumb gently rubbed on your lips.

"I want to hear your every sound baby. Come on, let me hear you." Nodding your head, his hand reached out to pick up a piece of watermelon that you had cut the day before as he slotted in between your spread thighs. 

"Open that pretty mouth of yours for me." The piece of watermelon was gently pressed onto your lips as he waited for you to part them. His slender fingers spread the juicy fruit around your lips causing the juices to trickle down your chin. Hoseok's lustful eyes followed the liquid flow down onto your chest.

"Eat up baby." His fingers pushed in the piece of fruit into your mouth as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck and stopped right at your glistening breasts. Hoseok's breath was right over your erect nipple and poked his tongue out to lick up all the sticky liquid. His hand slowly traveled from your lips to your neck, from your neck to your chest and firmly grasped onto your neglected breast. 

Whining into his grasp, your core was now throbbing from how aroused you felt. You needed to feel something, something to ease the slick mess in between your thighs. Your hips started to move on their own to relieve yourself on the marbled counter. The cold marbled counter bringing a shock of pleasure all over your body. 

So entranced with getting relief, you missed Hoseok's hand sliding onto your hips to stop them from moving. A whine escaped your mouth as your hips could no longer move. Hoseok harshly sucked your nipple as he brought your hips closer to his. Releasing your nipple, he pressed an open mouthed kiss on it soothe it down. Pressing your chests together, he brought your lips together and slipped his honeyed tongue past your lips.

In between tongues clashing against each other, your hands feeling each other's bodies, hips grinding against each other to provide just about enough friction to feel pleasurable, you needed more. You wanted more. You needed to feel him. All of him. Not wanting to waste anymore time, your fingers desperately ran up from his chest to get a hold on his face to slow him down.

"Daddy... please... need you." Your words coming out after each heated kiss. His hands peeled away from your body to discard his sweater and your hands helping him out. You needed to feel all of him and he was willing to give it to you, always.

“I got you baby." You whined as he moved away to peel off the last of his clothes. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he freed his hardened cock from its restraints. Your eyes dropping down to admire his cock. It was the most beautiful cock you've ever seen, not that you've seen many but his suited him in every way. Your pointed tongue poking out to wet your lips as you thought of how your pussy would deliciously stretch out around his thick length.

"Ready sweet pea?" Your mind distracted you from noticing him right in between your thighs. The tip of his cock brushed against your slick lips as he waited for your answer.

"Ready daddy." Pushing past your folds, Hoseok sank his thick length in you. A mixture of moans slipped from your lips as Hoseok bottomed out in your warm core. His cock twitched in you causing your pussy to clench around him. He pressed his lips against yours to silence your moans as he patiently waited for your body to relax for him. His hands molded onto your body, soothing you as he brushed them along your body.

Once he felt your body relax against his, he slowly pulled out until the tip of his cock was all that was inside your heat and thrusted back into you until he built a steady pace. Every snap of his hips against yours made you feel full and satisfied. Wanting him closer, you wrapped your legs around him causing him to hit that sweet spot that had your toes curling.

As the need of feeling him close grew, you pressed your chest against Hoseok's and another spark of pleasure spread all over your body as your swollen nipples deliciously rubbed against his chest. His arms wrapped around your body as he switched from thrusting in you to rolling his hips against yours. The rolling of his hips provided the extra stimulation you needed on your swollen clit bringing you closer to the edge.

Your pussy started clenching repeatedly as you felt your high near. The control you had over your moans completely disappeared as you heard Hoseok moan out curses laced with your name right next to your ear. Your orgasm blinded you as Hoseok's pace picked up. His cock hitting every sweet spot just right. Your own orgasm caught Hoseok by surprise as well as he filled you up to the brim. His hips slowly continued to move as he rode both of your highs.

Coming back to your senses, you felt Hoseok press soft kisses wherever he could reach. The slight movement caused his cum drip out of your swollen pussy. His lips finally met yours and placed a sweet kiss on them, making sure you felt every ounce of his love for you. He pulled away to place his forehead on yours, a worried look plastered on his face.

"Did I go too rough? Are you okay sweet pea? Does anything hur-" You silenced his rambling with your index finger. His eyes widening at the action.

"Everything was perfect, Seokie. I love you." You brushed your nose against his as you felt your cheeks heat up once more.

“I love you too sweet pea. Wanna take a bath together?” 

“Lead the way Seokie.” With no energy to complain, you let Hoseok carry you all the way to the bathroom. As soon as your bodies entered, he set your body next to the bathtub to set up the perfect bath for the both of you. He settled in for a warm lavender bath tonight, the scent of the lavender instantly relaxing you. 

Once the bath bomb set, he set you in the bathtub first and slotted himself right behind you. Hoseok wrapped his arms around your body and brought you back to relax on top of him.

“I love you so much baby.”

“I love you too Hoseok. Thank you for being so amazing.”

First Snow 

It was a particularly cold December night, and you could smell it in the air. 

The snow. 

Even long before it started falling, the tip of your nose had begun to tingle and while you were still sat in class, longingly staring out the window, waiting for the first flake to tumble to the ground, your feet had gotten restless, eager to pace the pavements of Seoul that were about to turn into Winter Wonderland. 

Not only was it the night of the first snow of the season, though, but also date night with your boyfriend who was most likely wrapped up in his favorite blanket, lounging around on his sofa, ignorant of the miracle happening right outside his door while you swiftly made your way to his apartment. 

Standing under his window, anxiously waiting for him to answer your call, you couldn't keep yourself from grinning like a schoolgirl. 

"Yah, Yoongi!"

"What? Why are you screaming?“

"I'm not screaming," you laughed, feeling endorphins rush through your bloodstream while the crisp air nipped at your cheeks and nose and burned in your lungs with every ecstatic breath you took. "I'm just excited!"

"Well, stop being so excited, baby,“ Yoongi mumbled into the phone. “Or I'm afraid you’ll make my eardrums burst." 

"I'm sorry." 

"No, you're not," he chuckled, his voice low and husky, sounding as if you had just woken him from slumber. 

"No, I'm not. If there ever comes a day I stop being excited about snow, I might just as well be dead." 

"Don't say that, y/n." 

"But I mean it." 

"Wait. Snow?" 

"Yes! It's snowing! Look outside!" 

Finally, Yoongi’s figure appeared in the brightly lit frame of his kitchen window. 

Smiling, you waved at his familiar silhouette, unable to make out his features against the warm light seeping out into the night. 

"Yoongi-yah, isn't it beautiful!?" 

"Sure, baby," he grumbled, his words followed by a sigh. "But won't you come inside, hmm? It's freezing. You'll catch your death. Come on, I'll buzz you in." 

Sometimes, you just couldn't believe him. Grandpa Min, always grumpy, trying to put a damper on your cheerful mood. You wouldn't allow him to succeed, though. Not tonight. Not on the night of the first snow. Not ever. Not on your watch. 

"Come inside!?“ you repeated. “Tsk. No." 

Phone pressed to your ear, you shook your head so vigorously, he would surely get the message. 

"No?" Yoongi echoed, sounding displeased. 

"No way," you stood by your previous decision, arms crossed, blinking up at him through the falling snow. 

"But it's date night." 

"Exactly. And that's why you are going to come outside and join me for a walk." 

"A walk!?" he gasped. You could picture his face right now, nose crinkled, brows furrowed, a wrinkle forming in between them. "You're kidding me, right!?"

"No. I'm dead serious." 

"Do you wanna kill me, y/n?" 

"Oh, come on, don't be a pussy." 

"A what now?" 

"Oh, you heard me."

"Look, I love you, baby girl. But wild horses couldn't drag me outside right now. In here, it's warm and cozy and out there, it's cold and deadly. So, I'm staying right where I am, thank you.“ 

"Cold and deadly?" you snickered. "Seriously?" 

"Yes." Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, you could tell even from where you were standing. "Of course. I mean, first of all, you could catch pneumonia and die. Secondly, this beloved snow of yours turns every stairway into a mortal water slide."

"Oh, come on. Now you're exaggerating." 

"Am I, though? You're one of the clumsiest people I know, y/n."

"Exactly. So, if you won't come down, you leave me with no choice but to wander the snowy streets of Seoul all by my lonesome. I'll probably slip and crack my head open, and you'll have to live with regret for the rest of your life." 

"So you're threatening me now? That's what it has come to, yeah?" 

"Seems like it," you giggled. "Come on, Yoongi. Don't be a baby. I was really looking forward to this." 

"What?" 

"The first snow of the season, of course." You hesitated. "And the first snow we experience together, as a couple. Our first snow." 

Through the phone, you could hear Yoongi exhale with resignation. 

"But, baby, it's cold outside," he whined, making one last attempt at swaying you. "Why would you wanna take a walk, at night, in winter, when you could just as well watch the snow from in here while we're cuddling comfortably on my sofa in the cozy warmth of my heated living room?"  

"But we do that all the time, Yoongi! Don't get me wrong, I love our cuddle time. It's just – I –“ 

No longer trusting your vocal cords, the gut-wrenching disappointment of your romantic plans having gone amiss eventually catching up with you, you choked on barely held back tears that blurred your vision of Yoongi's kitchen window. 

When you had run a hand across your face to dry your eyes and looked back up, Yoongi had vanished, the window had gone dark, and you were met with perfect silence on the other end of the phone line. 

"Yoongi? Yoongs? Are you there?" 

No response. When you looked to check if he had ended the call, however, Yoongi still hadn't hung up. 

"Yoongi? Are you okay? Where did you go?" 

"I'm here. I'm right here." 

Startled, you froze in place, phone pressed to your ear, eyes still fixed on Yoongi's pitch-black kitchen window while you felt his arms encircle your waist from behind and his chin come to rest on your shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, babe," he mumbled into your scarf, holding you tight now, his cold nose nestled to your neck. "I should have come right down when you asked me to. I had no clue this was so important to you. I was being an idiot, period. You clearly love snow, so starting today, I love snow, too. Because I love you, y/n. Like crazy." 

Gradually, as if in slow-motion, your hand, still clutching the phone, dropped to your side, tears openly streaming down your cheeks now. 

This was the first time Yoongi had ever said them. 

The three words. 

In all the months you had spent together so far, he had never told you that he loved you before and you had started to doubt the depth of Yoongi's feelings for you, had gotten scared to fully commit because you could not have taken having your heart broken yet another time. So now, hearing him say those very words with such sincerity, you felt a switch being flicked in your heart and all the emotions you had held back, afraid to feel too much, came pouring out all at once. Shaken by uncontrollable, silent sobs, you buried your face in your hands, ashamed of your unchecked tears. 

But Yoongi could not be fooled. Immediately, he turned you around in his arms, so you had to face him. 

"Oh, no, y/n, you're crying," he realized. "Why? Is it because of me? Did I hurt your feelings? I did, didn’t I? I’m sorry. I'm so sorry." 

The sorrowful sound of his soft voice broke your heart. It was almost as if he was the one who was hurt, not you, as if Yoongi could feel the pain and relief rushing through your veins right this instant just as intensely as you did. 

"Y/n, baby," he whispered, gently removing your hands and cupping your face with his instead, looking at you, forehead creased by genuine concern. "Don't cry. Please, don't cry. I can't stand it. I'm here now, okay? We can walk through the snow all you want. Just, please, don't be sad anymore. I never intended to hurt you. I'm sorry I was such an asshole. I should have been able to tell how excited you were and how much this meant to you. I'm sorry." 

Through a blur of tears, you stared back at him while Yoongi brushed away your tears, his expression disheartened. 

"That's not it, Yoongi," you started out, your voice still shaky. "I'm not upset anymore."

You couldn't help but smile when Yoongi's pouty, pink lips formed a puzzled 'oh' and he tilted his head to one side, eying you intently. 

"I'm just so ... happy," you barely managed to get out the words in between sobs. "What you just said ... just made me so happy." 

Enraptured by his beauty once again, you watched as Yoongi's expression changed and was taken over by the fondest of smiles, his eyes gleaming, snowflakes caught in his dark hair and eyelashes, falling all around you like feathers, lighter than air, it seemed, dancing boisterously as though they were celebrating your union. 

"And I haven't been happy in … forever. Until I met you, I didn't think I ever could be. So ... this ... just means a lot to me, Yoongi. You mean a lot to me. The world, actually. And I love you, too. So much, I can't even tell you." 

With a grin, Yoongi slowly leaned in, your gazes locked with each other until his eyelids fluttered shut and your lips met for a lingering kiss.  When he pulled back, he was still smiling, his ink-black orbs glistening in the glow of the warm street lights. 

"I can't believe how lucky I got with you," Yoongi whispered as he took your cold hand into his, your fingers naturally interlacing. "And now we're gonna go for a walk in the snow. And this hand? I'm never gonna let that go. Not ever."

  Thanks for reading. 💖 I hope you enjoyed it! ☺️

The weather outside is gorgeous for mid-October, and it suits you perfectly. You glance at your little notebook, adjust your ponytail, and let out a soft sigh. Today is a special day—you’ve been preparing for it for days, even weeks. Everything is going to be perfect; you’re certain of it because you’ve made sure of it.

After folding several small envelopes, you look at them as if they were tiny animals. But that nagging doubt, lingering in your mind for the past three days, creeps back like a subtle dusting of anxiety.

What if he doesn’t like it?

You and Jimin have been together for almost a year now, and everything has been perfect, full of sparkles and love. He’s so kind and gentle that sometimes it feels unreal, like there must be a catch. But no, he’s just an incredibly wonderful person.

So, for his birthday, you decided to plan a surprise—something intimate that retraces all the places you’ve been to for your dates, even the small ones. It was tough to get all the shopkeepers on board, but now that you think about it, they all agreed to play along. All that’s left is to drop off the last three envelopes, which you quickly tuck into your handbag. Today, Jimin is going out with Taehyung, who’s in on the plan. When you told him your idea, he helped organize it, saying every time that Jimin would be blown away, thrilled beyond belief. And even though your fingers tremble with nerves, there’s no turning back now—you don’t have another idea or the time.

Finally, you step out of the bedroom, running a hand through your hair—a nervous tic when you’re anxious. Jimin is already sitting at the counter, sipping his coffee. His eyes light up when he sees you, taking in your outfit and hairstyle with a soft gaze.

“- I must be the luckiest man in the world.

Why?

Because I have the most beautiful person in the world in my living room.”

Your cheeks flush red, as they always do when he compliments you like that, a smile blooming on your lips. You lean in for a gentle kiss, which he gives you with the lingering bitter taste of coffee, and you rub your nose against his, making him smile with joy.

“- So, you still haven’t told me—what are we doing today? After spending the day with Taehyung, I’m going to miss you so much. Maybe I should cancel?”

Your eyes widen, and you gently push him with both hands, kissing him playfully while shaking your head. As if! “- And disappoint your best friend? Don’t even think about it. Be nice, go with him. He’s been planning this outing for ages. And I told you, didn’t I? I’ve got work today—tons of emails and reports to write. I won’t be free. - Tch. Fine, fine. Whatever you want. But if you miss me at any point, don’t forget I’ll tell Taehyung I’m not staying with him. - Deal. I’m going to run some errands, and you’ll be gone when I get back! Have fun, and don’t tease Taehyung too much! - I never tease him!”

A laugh escapes your lips as you leave the house, the door slamming shut behind you. You quickly drop off the last envelopes for the grand treasure hunt you’ve planned, a bit disappointed that you won’t see his face at each one. But your boss was clear: if you don’t finish your work by tomorrow, you’re in trouble. Even though you got a head start, there are still a few details to sort out.

When you return, the house is indeed empty. It’s always strange, even after a year—you’re still not used to the idea of him being gone for long. Maybe you’ll hide in his suitcase when he leaves for his long tours, just to make sure he still thinks of you after his fans.

It’s been about an hour now that Park Jimin has been traipsing around the city. Taehyung drags him from café to bar to restaurant. And at each stop? A small envelope, neatly folded, placed on the table with their orders. At first, he thought it was a prank by ARMYs for this special occasion, but he quickly realized it wasn’t the fans’ doing. The latest envelope was purple, with glittery ink that read: Remember where we had our first date. Jimin felt his heart race in his chest. His eyes flicked up to his best friend. Taehyung had a slight, teasing smile, wiggling his eyebrows with an amused glint in his eyes.

“- Well, finally! I thought you’d never get it and we’d have to do another lap! You’re slow today, Jimin!

- You were in on it?! And you didn’t even tell me?! - Of course I was! When she came to me, she told me not to say anything. It’s a big surprise. And I did the right thing. You should see your face! - I need to go home! - No! Go where the letter tells you! She’s probably there, thinking you’re an idiot!” She’s waiting for me there?! Since when?” With a slow gesture, Taehyung raises his phone to check the time, his smile widening.

“- Two hours.”

In a flash, Jimin is on his feet, throwing his jacket over his shoulders. He doesn’t think twice before heading to the place of your first date, running as fast as his legs can carry him. You met in a café, but your first real date was in a small park, tucked between Hybe and your apartment. A cozy spot where you spent the evening laughing until Jimin mustered all his courage and kissed you. Your feet shuffle on the ground as you sit on the swing, staring at the dirt.

Jimin must not have liked your surprise. Or maybe he didn’t understand it? Your nose scrunches, and you feel the overwhelming urge to cry, feeling foolish for still waiting. Two hours, and he’s not here—there’s no way he’s coming. Standing up, you brush a hand across your face, your fingers smelling of the swing’s metal, and to make matters worse, rain joins your sadness. A downpour begins, but you don’t care. You start walking home, only to freeze when Jimin appears in your line of sight. Tears stream down your face, and you’re not sure why anymore, a sob escaping as he drapes his jacket over your shoulders, his eyes full of apology as your small fist taps his shoulder.

“- You’re late! What were you doing?! - I’m just an idiot who didn’t get it until now. I’m sorry for making you wait. - I’m not forgiving you! You left me waiting for who knows how long!”

With his signature gentleness, he pulls you against his toned chest, his lips brushing your forehead, rain be damned, before kissing your lips. You respond eagerly, and when you pull away, he looks at you with those soft eyes of his.