#eatjinnetwork

“My beautiful little bunny rabbit,” he coos into your ear from behind, placing his hands on the sides of your waist. Those simple words and touch send shivers running down your spine. He moves from your ear down your neck, not quite touching you yet you’re already tilting your head away, exposing the expanse of your neck to him. As he continues to breathe on your delicate skin, you know he’s smirking at your obliging behaviour, but you don’t care. He loves having this much control, and you love him lording his power over you.

“Master,” you whisper when he finally makes contact, his lips planting kisses along the slope between your ear to your shoulder blades. You find it hard to control yourself when he begins to attack the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping the flesh to leave a bruise. Your hands are curled into tight fists by your side, wanting to give in to the urge, to reach back for him…

“You will be a good girl for me tonight, hmm?” It is more of a statement than a question, a reminder that your limbs should remain where they are until told otherwise. You nod mutely, not quite trusting your voice. All your powers of concentration are focused on not touching him, or grind against the insistent bulge that you can feel poking against your ass.

He hums softly as his hands slide up over your rib cage towards your breasts. He loves it when you forgo a bra, and you have to admit that part of the reason you do it so often is to get this reaction from him. The flimsy material of your white shirt does nothing to shield your breasts from Jin’s heated touch. Nor does it hide the fact that your nipples get hard from just one flick of his thumbs.

“Wow. Would you look at this,” he teases and you obediently look down to see your pebbled buds being rolled around his long, elegant fingers through your clothes. “Already so hard. Such a naughty pet.” His ministrations are sending sharp arrows down to your core, but just as your breath stutters, he releases your taut peaks, cupping the undersides of your heavy breasts before making his way down your stomach. Your pussy dampens even more in anticipation when his right hand moves closer to the band of your panties, only partly covered with your slightly oversized shirt, but you should have known better. Jin would never give you satisfaction that easily - you’ll have to earn it.

However, he bypasses your hungry pussy through the hips that he has always admired, arriving between your legs. Wordlessly he coaxed them to part just enough so he can slip his hand in between your inner thighs. You resign yourself to the slow burn of him drawing tantalising circles so close to your center but never quite touching where you need him most, while his mouth shifts back up to the side of your face. Your earlobe is pulled between his teeth, his tongue flicking it back and forth, gradually readying you for what’s to come.

“Does my little bunny want to please me?” He blows against the shell of your ear, breathing in your intoxicating scent.

“Yes, Master, so much,” you plead.

“Good.” With that, he pulls his hands and mouth away. You fight against the whine that threatens to escape you at the loss of contact. “Now strip.”

The command is soft, calm, almost kind even, but you hasten to comply. He walks around to face you so he can watch as your fingertips pinch the hem of your shirt. You lift the piece of clothing upwards at an excruciating pace, revelling in his greedy gaze, eating up the sight of your skin being exposed to him, inch by inch. Finally you toss the material onto the floor, then hook your thumb into the waistband of your panties. Its descent down your legs is faster than the speed with which you used to take off your shirt, giving away your growing impatience. When you bend down to slide it completely off, Jin places a hand on your shoulder, and you continue to follow the unspoken command to sink down until your knees hit the plush carpet.

Tilting your head up, you watch him pull his hoodie over his head, tousling his brown hair in the process, before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. You wait anxiously, but instead he stops and motions with a nod of his head for you to continue instead. Excited hands reach for his pants but before you can yank it down, he stops you, “Ah ah ah. No hands.”

Of all the games that Jin likes to play with you, this is his favourite. It’s also the one you find to be the most torturous and difficult, yet it is one that always, always drives you crazy. In the best possible way. Hoping that he won’t extend this order for very long, you clasp your hands behind your back in the position that you’re now familiar with. The dark look that his face has taken on makes you rub your legs together unconsciously with excitement, a move that he fortunately misses as you get to work on undressing him without the aid of your hands.

It is an arduous task, made more difficult by the erection that is straining against the unforgiving material. Still, you persevere, ignoring the roughness of the jeans against your tongue and the roof of your mouth, making sure to grip his boxers between your teeth to pull down as well. He stays silent as you struggle with the task, only helping by giving the smallest of wriggles here and there to make your job easier. Bit by bit his large member is revealed to you, and along with its revelation, the faint scent of Jin mingled with the fresh smell of soap. It clouds your mind and you pause to breathe it in, letting it boil your insides with lust and the singular need to pleasure him.

The desire refuels your efforts and you tug his clothes down with renewed vigour. You can hear him chuckle softly at your urgency but you don’t care. “Tsk tsk. So impatient,” Jin’s mock disapproval is ignored as you celebrate the victory of freeing his rigid cock. Saliva pools in your mouth at the sight but you can’t afford to be distracted. After getting past his shapely buttocks, the rest is a cakewalk, and in no time the clothes are pooled at his feet and you’re grinning up at him, satisfied with your achievement.

“Good girl,” he praises, brushing his hand from the top of your head down to the side of your jaw, and you lean into his touch. His thumb draws soothing circles against your cheek before he directs your lips against his throbbing dick.

“Do you want a taste?” It’s more of a tease than a question for he knows what your answer will be. Your lips brush against the tip as you nod, and he releases his hold on you.

Since you obviously haven’t earned his permission to use your hands, you lean forward, wrapping your mouth around his cock, slowly taking more and more of him until your nose is buried into his lower stomach. He hisses at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him. You’re determined to remain there as long as possible, so you alternate between focusing on inhaling through your nose and swallowing around his length. It doesn’t take long for Jin to let out a loud groan and card his fingers through your hair. There is no pressure behind it though, he’s not forcing himself on you, and eventually you’re overwhelmed and is forced to retreat.

However, you’re far from done. As you suck the head of his cock voraciously, you wish you have the use of your hands to pump his shaft. Jin is making you work for it, having you run your tongue all over his length, then latching onto the head again, before bobbing your head on his cock while he softly massages your scalp, his hold keeping you steady.

You alternate between pumping his cock with your mouth and devouring him whole, all the time swallowing and humming, heightening the pleasure and he doesn’t hold back. Streams of praises between his moans boost your ego and keep you going until you feel his digits pulling on your hair, and you allow him to hold you still so he can face fuck you. Your eyes fill with tears as his tip rams against the back of your throat but you don’t stop him, trying to relax your jaw as much as you can until bursts of his hot cum explodes into your throat and floods your mouth. You swallow every drop like you haven’t had any liquid for weeks and he’s your oasis, making sure to lick every inch of his cock clean before you reluctantly release him.

“Open up,” he commands, and you obey, sticking your tongue out to show him. A possessive smile decorates his angelic face when he confirms that you have gulped down all of his cum. “Very good. Now get on the bed.”

You nearly buckle at your knees as you get up, the lower half of your body weakened by the prolonged contact with the ground and the dull ache between your legs. Jin quickly catches you before you fall, plants a chaste kiss on your lips and helps you onto the bed.

Laying sprawled on the bed makes you feel completely exposed to him, but you’ve learnt not to be shy in front of Jin. He has long since assured you that he loves your body just the way it is, that any imperfections in your looks makes you more special to him. The way he looks at you, touches you, kisses you and treats you, whether it is in bed or out, makes you feel as loved and protected as a queen. What you admire most about him is that he’s aware of his shortcomings and is always working to improve, yet he strives to see the positive side of things. Perhaps some of that has rubbed off on you and helped make you more sure of yourself and comfortable in your own skin.

However, it’s difficult to remain confident when he’s parting your legs to settle between them, his intense gaze focused on your flooding womanhood. “Look at you, dripping onto the mattress already and I haven’t even touched you yet,” he says with a smirk, and you fight the urge to close your legs off to him. He won’t be pleased if you do that. Although you can’t see it from your position, you can feel the dampness smeared all over your inner thighs, you’re that wet.

Jin slides the tip of his index finger up your slit, barely touching, but it’s enough to incite a shudder from you. He grins wickedly upon seeing your response and continues to tease you, running his digit up and down your folds, occasionally lightly brushing your clit. You’re quickly growing frustrated, squirming underneath him in an effort to withstand the torture, until it becomes so unbearable that without thinking, your hands move to reach for his wrist.

He stills immediately. “Did I say you can touch?” He asks menacingly. Duly chastised, you lower your arms back onto the bed. At least he decides that you’ve been tormented enough, and the finger finally slips into your needy pussy. A wanton moan from you follows the second finger and he begins to finger fuck you hard. Fortunately he doesn’t mind the mewls falling from your lips as your walls slowly tighten around him.

“Jin,” your warning is high-pitched, and he responds, “Go on. Come for me. I want to see you come all over my fingers.”

His words, coupled with the hook of his fingers to graze against your g-spot, are all you need to burst in ecstasy. From your hazy, half-lidded eyes you can see him continue to pump his fingers through your high, making clear liquid spurt out of you in bursts. You can’t seem to stop panting, your limbs are trembling and you’re not sure if you’ll ever regain your sanity but when he withdraws and shows you the aftermath, you still retain the decency to blush.

A mixture of arousal and embarrassment fills you as you watch the evidence of your orgasm trickle down Jin’s long, stately fingers. The palm of his hand is wet, and you can also see colourless spots glistening all over his forearm. “Such a dirty bunny. Squirting all over her master,” he growls and you bite your lower lip to keep from moaning in response, especially when his tongue darts out to lick it all up, commenting on how delicious you taste.

After he’s satisfied with his cleaning job, he surprises you by flopping down onto his stomach. His plump lips are dangerously close to your core and his warm breath hits your still tingling center, sending you into a panic. “Jin, what are you doing?!”

He looks up at you, eyebrow raised at the impertinent words but luckily for you, he lets it slide. “I’m doing what I want to do,” he answers right before he dives into your folds. Raspy tongue exploring your silken lower lips, flicking your oversensitive clit makes you yelp and scoot away, trying to escape but his reaction is lightning fast. A strong arm lands across your waist, keeping you in place and another shifts so he can shove two of his fingers back into your weeping pussy, leaving his mouth free to latch onto the small bundle of nerves crowning your womanhood.

The overstimulation that he’s unleashing on you is a little painful at first, but the discomfort blends into mind-numbing pleasure faster than you’re willing to admit. Before long, you know that he can feel your insides pressing down on his digits again. You call out his name but he stops, taking away his hand and releasing your throbbing clit with a pop. His irises have disappeared under the blown-out pupils and his voice has gone impossibly deep. “Not yet. Don’t you dare come.”

Gleefully taking in the look of alarm on your face, he goes back down on you, this time pushing his stiffened tongue into you as he pinches your nub between his fingers. You try your best to stave off your orgasm, but he has brought you too close to the edge. When his thumb presses hard into your clit, you lose all control. Your mind goes completely blank, unable to dictate your actions and your hands fly up to grab his soft hair, holding him in place as you scream his name in blinding release, bucking your hips into his sinful mouth and fingers uncontrollably.

You start apologising even before you can regain your bearings, but the damage is done. The dangerous gleam in his eyes cautions you to ignore the spike in your arousal at the sight of the lower half of his face covered in your juices. Without saying a word, he climbs off the bed to the drawers that he shares with you. You know better than to ask. That’s where the two of you keep the assortment of toys, and sure enough, when he returns, you can see the bottle of lubricant in his grip.

“Didn’t I tell you not to touch me?” His low volume makes his rhetorical question sound all the more threatening. “Didn’t I tell you not to come yet?”

You open your mouth to apologise again but he cuts you off. “You’ve been a bad girl. This calls for some punishment. Turn around.”

Without hesitation, you flip yourself around, lying on your stomach. A sharp slap on your ass cheeks prompts you to squeal and raise your ass up in the air, knees apart so your dripping sex is on display for him. The cool lube being spread around your asshole causes you to jolt, but you tell yourself to calm down and stay in place as he liberally applies the fluid around the rim. It’s hard not to fidget under his touch, as gentle as it is, ass play is something that is fairly new to you, and you’re still getting used to it.

A soft moan falls past your lips when you feel the pressure of his lubed pinky on your anus, slowly making its way inside you. The intrusion still feels a little alien to you, but the discomfort gradually lessens as he moves the small digit in and out of you, and when another joins it, you don’t find it to be painful.

The pressure increases when he bends over your body, but the kisses that he peppers all over the side of your face is soothing even as his hard cock pressing against your ass cheeks makes your heart race with anticipation. “Do you remember your safe word?” He whispers and you repeat it to reassure him that you do. You sigh in relief when he pulls his fingers out of you completely, but a part of you misses its presence more than you want him to know.

“You don’t think I’m done with you, do you, my pet?” He chortles ominously just before he elicits a loud gasp from you by pressing an unknown object into your ass. A butt plug. He must have brought it with the lube without you noticing. You’ve never seen one, so it’s probably new. It’s bigger than his fingers and you wiggle your hips, trying to adjust to its presence. After making sure that you can take the intrusion, he turns you around again so he can look into your eyes as he shoves his cock into your soaked pussy.

Groans, both yours and his, bounce off the walls of the room as he fills you to the brim. You’ve always half-jokingly told Jin that he’s too big for you, but with the butt plug inside you as well, you’re feeling particularly stuffed. Already your senses are going into overdrive, and another coil is forming in the depths of your stomach despite having cummed twice.

As if testing the waters, he slides in and out cautiously, almost leisurely, but as he builds the momentum, you know you don’t stand a chance. You hope that you can at least last long enough to get his permission to come, but with Jin pounding you into the mattress at such breakneck pace, it’s going to be next to impossible. Remembering that you’re not supposed to lay your hands on him, you grip the bedsheets in an effort to resist holding on to his broad shoulders to anchor yourself as you take on his powerful thrusts.

Even though Jin loves to have your firm grip on his body or your nails raking down his back while he fucks you to oblivion, he now finds that he also enjoys watching you struggle to refrain yourself from doing so upon his orders. The look in your eyes is pleading, your grasp on the bed covers desperate, but you know that this is your punishment for touching him before you are allowed to. The best thing is, he’s not even done with torturing you yet. No, he has one more surprise tucked up his sleeve.

Just as your voice grows in volume, he reduces his speed. Your moan is a mixture of relief and frustration at having your high taken away, but letting your guard down is a mistake. Leaning down, he captures your mouth in an intense kiss, moving and nipping with such force that your lips are sure to bruise, but you don’t care. Returning the kiss with equal fervour, you lose yourself so deeply in him that you don’t notice him reaching for the remote he has placed close by until he suddenly snaps his hips into yours the same time the plug inside your ass starts to vibrate.

Your startled cry causes him to smirk, but your subsequent moans are swallowed by his mouth. The vibration intensifies Jin’s pounding, which have accelerated into rapid fire, forceful thrusts. The knot in your belly has grown so taut that you’re afraid you may snap any second.

“Jin, Jin, please, I need to come, I can’t hold back any longer, Jin, please, please,” you beg, over and over, any sense of shame gone out the window, your body is already trembling with the force of your impending orgasm. He rests most of his weight on his forearms so he can watch the quivering mess he has reduced you to, his eyes almost black with lust and sadistic satisfaction.

Luckily for you, he can never withstand your tight channel for too long. “Does my little bunny want to come all over her Master’s dick?”

“Yes! Yes, Master, please, I’ll do anything,” you agree, not caring about how desperate you sound.

“Then come.” He accompanies his permission with an increase in speed, ramming into you so hard and deep, pressing against your cervix, pushing you off the edge. You scream as you finally let go, the force of your orgasm so powerful that you almost blacked out. Head thrown back against the pillows, back arched clear off the bed, your breasts shuddering in the air under his starving gaze, your hips bucking ferociously against his, feet shuffling against the mattress to fruitlessly attempt to find purchase.

Your already tight channel closes in on his cock even more so that he can hardly move and forces out his own high. With a loud roar he gives in to his needs, blowing up inside you, filling you up and letting you milk the last of his cum. He is so shaken by his release that he can hardly stop himself from collapsing on top of you.

With a Herculean effort, he turns to lie on his side, bringing you with him. He allows himself just a few seconds longer to enjoy the vibrations from the toy before he reaches for the remote to turn it off. Neither of you move, both perfectly content to lay in each other’s arms, even though his softening cock is still buried deep inside you.

“That was amazing,” Jin comments, and you laugh breathily in agreement. Silence falls, and you assume he has gone to sleep, but apparently he’s just lost in his thoughts. “Maybe next time I should tape a vibrator on your clit as well.”

‘I can’t.'  You replied, knowing no voice came out  ‘I can’t be strong, it hurts...please, it hurts’ you prayed to it.

“Yes, you are. Stay with me.” the voice no longer felt part of the nothingness, and you felt how you were no longer floating around. Without opening your eyes you sense and even smell things placing you in a room, like the scent of moist wood, dust tickling your nose, the mixture of layers of paint in the walls, even the perfume of things you didn't know a word for. And more pregnant; the reek of death.

A wave of pain suddenly washed over you. It was the worst burning sensation that you ever felt, even worse than actually being burned. Your eyes watered in agony, and your heartbeat throbbed in your ears, making it impossible to even hear your own thoughts anymore. You were screaming because your chest vibrated, but you couldn't hear your own voice. Once again you begged for some release of the never ending suffering. But then, just like that, after the last wave of ache, your heart stopped and what once burned like fire from hell itself, faded away into an icy-numbness.

You awoke.

There, before your wide-opened eyes was a whole new world of images, sensations, colors and scents you never experienced before. Particles of dust danced above you, leaving a trail of colors behind and you could swear there were hues of colors unknown to your sight on them. The vivid sound of a person brushing their hair somewhere, and how the plastic of the comb created electricity with each swipe reached your ears as if the comb was next to you. Everything was overwhelming and new, something was definitely wrong and you knew it. As an act reflex, your lungs started pumping air in and out, hyperventilating.

“Y/n” The sweet toned voice from before whispered next to you.

Your focus of attention shifted and concentrated on the sound of it. Turning your head, you were met with a familiar face: His dark cat eyes staring intensely, examining your features with eyebrows knitted in concern, his hands held yours tightly, one of his fingers stroke the skin under it delicately and soothingly.

Tracing around your memories you search for the name that goes with the pale and worried face who knows your name, but the more you searched for it on your mind the more you start to feel antsy, because those memories look faded, unclear, like if over them there was a thick dark sheet preventing you from seeing them.

“Yoongi…” the name slipped from your lips, unconsciously. You looked at the man in front of you who was dedicating a half smile and a nod, letting know you were saying his name correctly. “Yoongi…” you repeated, almost as a confirmation.

And then...flashbacks.

An attack.

Two men saving you.

A comforting face.

A warning.

Yoongi…

...and Jimin, smiling charmingly at you.

His fangs exposed.

Hungrily attacking your neck.

Instinctively you removed your hand from Yoongi's grasp and jumped backwards almost flying across the room and slamming against the wall so hard you felt the material of it wreck. Your body began sliding across the wall to then end up with you sitting over the rubble, rubbing your neck and head- but finding no actual physical pain.

“Y/n!” shouted Yoongi, standing up and rushing to aid you.

"Don't touch me!" You warned, growling menacingly. The words left a raspy tingle you washed away clearing your throat with a cough.

“Y/n, calm down…” Yoongi said gesturing with his hands. “I need you to listen to me carefully”

“Ugh.” Another voice groaned disgusted. “You must be the lamest initiator ever, Yoongi”

Something about it tensed your whole body making it tremble and eliciting a deep growl from within. The voice laughed amused at your reaction and he appeared in your field of view, a known grin on his face.

"Ow no, no." he tsked "Don't be like that, our love,"he taunts looking at you with a smirk, the pet name triggering your fear. "There shouldn't be any hard feelings between our own kin" Jimin claims, shaking his head.

Your ears perked at the mention of the word 'kin' and automatically your eyes jumped to Yoongi, who was looking at Jimin angrily.

"Kin?" You asked.

Yoongi stared at you, searching for the exact words to explain, but with no use.

Jimin clicked his tongue "You are too soft and too coward for this..." he then turned to look at you. "You are a vampire, sweetheart."

Yoongi glared at him. "Jimin!"

Jimin shrugged "What? You are beating around the bush when you should just spit it out."

"Yoongi?" you called, the muscles of your lips quivering uneasy. "What's happening..." grabbing your chest you tried to protect yourself from an unknown danger.

Yoongi walked to your side and crouched next to you, comfortingly placing a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n..." he started, his voice low and gentle, " Jimin said the truth. You are a vampire now. But let me tell you that I will be here to guide you the best I can and to help you through this change."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better!?" you raised your voice at him with a soft wail. His words were kind and supportive, but you felt angry. "You kidnapped me, saved me and promised I'm safe only to kill me and drink my blo—" your hand shot up to grab your neck which was hurting as if you had swallowed an ember.

"Princess is hungry..." Jimin sang melodiously.

And then scent took over, triggering some primal instinct inside of you. You smelled blood everywhere- and it was close. Turning your head, your eyes fixated on a dead body across the room, near the door. Your attacker was lying lifeless on the wooden floor, and Yoongi noticed your particular attention on it.

"No!" he yelled, grabbing your arm. But unfortunately, Yoongi was too slow, because you had already started sprinting towards it. "Y/n!, Wait!"

You jumped over his body and were about to dig your fangs into his skin when a strong force pulled you back making you land on the bed.

"First lesson, love" Jimin said standing next to the dead man's body. "We don't drink from the dead."

A week passed by since your new awakening. In no way -you must admit- the change was something easy for you or your initiator. Yoongi kept true to his word and stayed by your side during your 'training'- as he liked to call it. Acquiring the new rules and ways your kind must comply with was particularly hard, for example: the imperative need of staying away from sunlight, or that you ought to hunt and feed discreetly, instead of merely picking some random stranger to attack (like it happened the first times) but what you never understood for the life of you, was why Jimin who chose who to prey upon had you two had to basically playing puppets for him every time he ‘performed’ a character to catch some unaware bastard.

And it was this exact same situation that had you both sitting on a bench waiting for Jimin. You both waited, and while at it you had a hand extended to catch the little snowflakes falling that night.

You thought how beautifully strange the pile of snow sitting on the palm of your bare hand was now. In your previous life, you never actually took the time to admire something so mundane, and yet now, you looked at everything as if it was the first time.

Yoongi who was sitting next to you remained silent, watching how carefully and delicately you held those tiny ice crystals.

“Strange,” you said breaking the silence.

“What is...?” Yoongi enquired.

“This...” You pointed out lifting ever so gently your hand, not wanting to disturb the balance of the white snow. “I know is cold, and I know I can't really feel it. But, I can.” tilting your head you look at him, expecting a logical answer.

“Your body remembers the cold, and how it feels. It's normal.”

With an exasperated sigh, you lowered your head."So you keep saying it.”

“Saying what?"

"it's normal."

"Well… It is." Yoongi half shrugs, with an eyebrow raised at you.

"... " You stared at him unbelieving, then rake a hand through your hair "...No. It's not.” You ended, throwing the pile of snow to the ground and walking away.

"Remember... you must feed on those who wronged others."

"Stop patronizing me Yoongi, I know what I must do." You hissed at him.

"I'm just reminding you in case you forgot."

Clicking your tongue, you flashed an annoyed look to him. "I've been a vampire for six months. Stop mothering me around, would you?"

Yoongi grunted and glared, his chin jutting in anger. "It's me the one who turned you." He spitted, proving dominance over you by puffing his chest out slightly.

You defied him by keeping constant eye contact "How can I forget?" You jested sardonically, a half smile forming on your lips.

You scowled when you spotted Jimin across the bar. Flirting with a young, innocent girl while one of his hands caressed invitingly over the bare skin of her thighs. You knew exactly what he was doing, and how this back and forth toying was going to end- and judging by the looks of it- she was already completely lost under his charms, since she kept giggling and whacking his arm playfully.

Jimin's eyes drifted from his prey for a fragment of time and crossed with yours, his piercing gaze induced a shiver which crept down your spine. Uninterestedly you turned your head around as if by perchance you looked his way, but not without first noticing how the curve of his lip lifted upwards smug and confident.

‘Like what you're seeing, love?’ his melodious and mellow voice echoed inside your mind. It was unintentional when you peeked again across the room and were found with his eyes engulfing you once more, his companion for the night voraciously biting his neck and lustily kissing his lips.

Snorting a laugh and shaking your head you replied ‘Indeed I do. She looks lovely...and smells delicious. How lucky!’  feigning a compliment, cursing yourself for not closing your mind to his telepathy when you had the chance.

You recognized a smirk plastered on his face. ‘Darling, don't be like that... You know very well I'd be happy of sharing my bounties with you’ Jimin bragged while kissing the girl on the neck ‘We can have so much fun together...’

‘I'm more of a 'Don't touch my food' kind of person’ you shrugged, looking away.

You could hear Jimin's annoying arrogant chuckle ringing in your head. ‘No, my dear. I don't mean food…’ he murmured seductively.

Confused, you dared to spy his way once more. Jimin's hand raked under the girl's skirt, his lustful, sharp eyes were boring into you watching intently as he slowly grinds against her, not taking his eyes away from you for a single moment.

Your breathing hitched (not that you actually needed breathing) at his innuendo.

With hooded eyes he licked his lips and grinned sensually, flustered by his actions you walked away and closed your mind to stop the communication with him, but not without first hearing a painful and low moan from him.

You absolutely hated when Jimin was near you, ever since your rebirth. You couldn't stand watching him, his voice, his presence; but you still had to coexist, since he was Yoongi's master, and he was yours.

Jimin was in every way stronger and smarter than Yoongi or you. He was older of course, and age is (unfortunately) a solid factor of overbearingness amongst your equals. Aside from all that, he had this...skill where he knew exactly what character to play in order for people to surrender under his luring magnetism.

You had to admit that you almost admired that from him. The power he had over others and how easily he manipulated humans at will.

Over the last year of this living-together situation Jimin had tried these talents on you, and more than once you naively had fallen for his tricks but never before had he done something like before- being so bold.

But you had to admit...

...You enjoyed it.

"Bored already?" You felt a hand leaning on your hip. Yoongi came into view, a drink on his hand.

"I'm always bored," You replied examining the drink "A sangria...?" raising your eyebrows you looked unbelieving at him. "Really?"

Yoongi half shrugged "I have a hilarious sense of humor"

"Indeed." you agreed. After finding the wall clock behind the counter you noticed you had an hour left before sunrise "Are you done for the night?" you inquired.

Yoongi nodded slowly "How about you?"

"Yeah..." You nod, knowing very well you hadn't had anything to drink tonight. "Let's call it a night" you decreed, not without taking a glimpse Jimin's way before leaving and watching him chivalrously give the girl a hand with the coat.

"Jimin says he's bringing a friend" Yoongi reported to you.

"Aha..."

Walking down the street with Yoongi just after sundown was something you had grown accustomed and you even dare said enjoyed his company. He was always good to you, even on that tedious period after your conversion where you did nothing else than fighting each other. He was patient and understanding, qualities only now you appreciated of him. Yoongi always tried his best to showed you the many ways you had for dealing with your vampirism - in other words, not the 'Jimin way' as he called it.

You diligently obeyed and listen to him -not only because he was your master and you couldn't refuse him- but also because you respected him. The night when you died under Jimin's tusks, he had tried a desperate attempt to save you by smuggling you out of the room, and even though he failed, Yoongi begged Jimin to let him turn you- thing to which he mysteriously complied.

He more than once mentioned how Jimin was probably the worst initiator there ever was and how he wanted to change things with you.

"You never told me how he turned you" you commented to Yoongi one day.

Yoongi clenched his chin "It's not an interesting story, to be honest" he lied, obviously wanting to change subjects.

"Why did he let you turn me then?" you asked curiously.

Yoongi frowned and pondered on the answer for a while, he himself not entirely sure on the reasons why. "I don't really know, y/n. I think...he had a short moment of compassion."

Shaking your head you look at the floor "No... that was not it."

There was no one in the park except for an old man who appeared to be reading a newspaper. It wasn't among your affinities to prey on eldest people since their blood was not so 'brisk' in comparison of others, you no longer cared what people looked like- it was their aroma that counted. But what you really aimed for was the thrill of the chase and the fast blood pumping of the victims- unless of course, you were desperate to feed, in which case, an older life would do just the trick.

This time however you were in no frantic situation, and you merely just walked past him.

You had eaten the night before plentiful and solely went outside to have a late night walk. Yoongi left with Jimin because the last one commanded him, apparently in a rush to lift the curtains of his performance of the night. So for tonight, you were free to do as pleased.

Your internal clock tallied; it must've been around 2 AM while you walked through the park. It always caught you by surprise how different your life was now from before. On your human life you would be absolutely terrified of walking alone late at night through a park, thus now it's something you did constantly. Immortality does have its benefits you admit.

While you kept walking aimlessly your nose catched a known musk; vanilla and wood.

Your feet followed the trail of the smell until you are met with a large weeping willow tree, and underneath, laying on a bench it's Jimin with his eyes closed, hands resting on his chest.

You walked lazily towards him, in the meanwhile, he opened his eyes blankly at the tree branches. The vampire looked so bored and raised his heavy lids, flicking off his chest some fallen leaves from the tree above. He glanced your way, seemingly surprised, even though he surely sense you getting closer. Sitting up from his position he patted clean the now free spot next to him and offers it to you. Sitting beside him, his scent was intoxicating, like a cozy afternoon, as if he bathed in honey and cinnamon every night.

"What a coincidence finding you here, y/n" Jimin observed, smiling at you.

"I walk this park all the time Jimin,"  You barked, placing your hands inside your jacket pockets "It's not a coincidence."

Taken aback by your honest words Jimin giggled "Pardon me for not noticing then, M’lady" He chimed, with a hand holding his chest.

"Where is Yoongi?" You query, unusual the vampire is not with his master.

"We got separated."

Squinting your eyes you looked strangely at him "Separated?" Jimin nods 'yes'. "He never leaves your side without you telling him to." you remarked.

Jimin rolled his eyes and sighed "Fine, I told him to leave me. I needed to be alone for a while"

"Okay..." you keep your doubtful look "Then I shall leave you to it." you said standing up ready to leave when Jimin grabs the hem of your jacket keeping you in place.

"I already had my alone time, and actually I came to realize..." he starts, pretending to think deeply with a finger over his chin. "We never actually had time for ourselves. You know... to talk, just the two of us." He muttered while pulling down from his grip, urging you to take a seat again.

"I don't see what we can possibly we could talk about, Jimin" You argued.

"We can talk about anything. For example, what is your favorite type of blood?" He inquired tilting his head.

You cringed a little uncomfortable for some reason with the question "Yeah, not really in the mood for small talk. Sorry."

"I understand." Jimin lowers his head, disappointed at your reaction, and even you recognize a hint of sadness. "Yoongi is normally more sensitive about this subjects."

"What do you mean?" You asked, furrowing your brows.

Jimin runs a hand through his hair and licks his lips "I just want to know you better, y/n."

Bewildered by his words you blinked repeatedly "Well that's a first..."

"Listen, I know my reputation proceeds me. But I'm being honest right now."

Squinting your eyes, you scrutinize his features for any signs of trickery. "Why this all of the sudden?"

Jimin half shrugged leaning down and supporting his weight over his thighs. "It seemed like the perfect time since Yoongi isn't here and he always tries to keep me away from you as much as possible. But clearly, it's not." He acknowledged getting up from the bench. "Don't worry I know I'm not a hugely trustworthy individual." he claimed, gesturing with his hand "No hard feelings."

Jimin bowed and began walking away, head down and slumped shoulders."Wait!" you shouted at him making him stop in his tracks and look back at you.

What was happening through your mind at that very moment...you didn't exactly know.

What happened later was even more strange.

Because you started to bond with him.

Yoongi was reading a book sitting close to the window, the warm dim light of the nightstand shadowing the small wrinkle between his eyebrows signaling his attention was completely focused on the interesting plot. You are slumped nonchalantly over the bed, head hanging lazily from the edge of the mattress looking as if you had plummeted from an 18th floor, bored out of your mind.

The night ended earlier than expected, both you and Yoongi's thirst satiated for the night. You followed the vampire back home because there was really nothing you felt like doing that night. The surroundings of the area already carved to the detail on your memories. You don't want to say it aloud, but at this point, everything about your current life became boring- a never ending routine. You craved for excitement and adventure -something daring.

"Yoongi?" you mused lightly waiting for him to respond. a soft 'mmh?' is all you get in response so you continue with the question that burned your insides in need to surface "Can we--perhaps, try something different tomorrow?"

Yoongi without lifting his eyes mutters "Like what?"

You sit straight on the bed expecting he would look away from the book "I don't know...anything."

"I'm not sure what you mean, dear"

"Anything! I just want to change things a little!" you sigh exasperated waving your arms in the air.

"Y/n..." Yoongi starts, closing the book and resting it on his lap when Jimin storms inside the room.

"Hello, family!" He chanted with a wide grin. "I have some interesting news" In his hand was a piece of paper, carefully folded, with writing that resembled the script of scrolls.

"Jimin!" You sat on the edge of the bed. "What's news have you?" You modulated gallantly, looking at the piece of paper on his hand.

"We are all invited to a Masquerade Waltz!" Jimin exclaimed.

"A Masquerade!!" you shrieked in delight doing a little skip while getting off the bed. "Sounds absolutely lovely! I've never been to a Masquerade!"

Yoongi looked carefully at your reaction, and how you got closer to Jimin to read the invitation: how natural it was for you to be that close to him. He even noticed how you hugged him and jumped up and down enthusiastically, him snaking a hand around your waist to hug you tightly.

You smiled from ear to ear; something he hadn't seen in a long time. Yoongi felt an outsider to the rejoice you both were sharing.

"Wait, our love. First things first...you have to get permission to go." Jimin remembered you, poking cutely the tip of your nose.

Looking to Yoongi, you danced overjoyed towards him to crouch by his seat "Can we go Yoongi?" you asked puppy-eyed "Please?" you begged, joining hands as if praying.

Yoongi peered at his master, but Jimin was turned around back facing you both, pacing.

"Yes..." Yoongi agreed, lowering his gaze to your glistening face. "Anything you want, my love."

You grinned, and Yoongi felt his heart throb blessed by your smile. With a grateful hug, you thanked him.

"Brilliant!" cheered Jimin "Then we should get out outfits immediately! Get dressed, our love." You nodded, dashing to the other room to get a cleaner outfit for the night, the two vampires left alone in the room.

"What are you planning, Jimin?" Yoongi query, narrowing his eyes.

Jimin licked his lips amused, placing his hands on the pockets of his slacks. "I'm being a good friend, Yoongi. The girl needs to have her fun," he commented with a devilish side smirk.

Yoongi's voice deepened, not trusting the elder vampire's intentions " How very considerate." Jimin shrugged not losing the smirk. "Who is the host for this party, If I may ask?" he Inquired.

"You may..." Jimin said lifting his chin up, dedicating his enigmatic smile, that Yoongi knew extremely well it meant nothing good. With a devilish chuckle, he pronounces the two most dreadful words Yoongi feared. "Kim Seokjin"

The chandeliers illuminated the whole ballroom providing an air of finesse and elegance, there were jugglers and magicians, mime artists and dancers. The costumes of the invites shined accordingly to the atmosphere of the place; smiles that showed without any reservations the milky white tusks and laughter filled the room; masks of different shapes and sizes kept the anonymity of the guest, exuberant and beautiful. Music filled the room soaring through the air, couples swirling to the waltz compass.

Jimin had told you masquerades were always an excuse for the whole vampire community to let their guards down for a night in celebration of our race- and you found that absolutely fascinating.

"This is amazing" you mused, mouth agape while admiring the imposing and exquisite hall.

"Indeed." Jimin agreed, offering his arm for you gallantly. "May I have this first piece, Madam?" he asked bowing lightly. The red matte mask he wore giving his well-mannered actions a much more eerie and intriguing aura. With a bow, lifting the skirt of your long night blue ball-gown and doing a curtsy you accepted his invitation.

"Next is you Yoongi, don't forget!" you almost threatened at him, pointing him with a finger.

The pale man was walking behind you both: he half smiled and chuckled, amused by your enthusiastic reminder. "Never, M'lady" he nodded.

While he looked how the two made your way to the center of the room joining the dancing couples Yoongi thanked his mask was covering his distressed features. He had thought on one and a thousand excuses so that you stayed away from the masquerade- but it was no use- because with each passing day your motivation grew, and Yoongi could not bring himself to take that away from you. He wanted more than anything to see you happy; but also safe. He knew Jimin was onto something, and he dreaded about what the vampire's plans would be.

But nevertheless, he was determined with keeping you away from all harm, even if it meant opposing to Jimin's powerful will. Ever since the day he implored to his master to bring you back to life, Yoongi felt a strong attachment to you; not only then, but even before that, when he saw you on the floor being attacked by some pervert.

You glowed and danced gracefully with Jimin, you blended perfectly into the crowd, laughing and swaying with the flowing of the classical music. You were meant to be a being of the night- Yoongi and Jimin knew that.

The only announcement of his arrival carried the descent into absolute silence. From the main door, a tall figure emerged. His pale skin sparkled, his dark eyes matching charcoal looking conceitedly at the crowd. Your heart raced, and Yoongi's stopped.

Walking through the congregation of vampires gracefully he welcomed and thanked them for having come to his party.

Peeking your head over the guests you tried to get a better look at the newcomer. Jimin chuckled next to you, and you felt offended at his mocking.  "Glad to meet your acquaintance, Lady y/n," a softly spoken voice said. When you could see him better, you held in a gasp.

His voice was smoother than butter and made your heart stop momentarily. Who was this beautiful person"

"Y/n..." Jimin spoked bringing you back from your reverie. "This is my good friend, Kim Seokjin" he introduced the two, dedicating a friendly smile at him.

You did a curtsy "The pleasure is all mine," Seokjin bowed slightly corresponding, gratified with your manners. "Thank you for inviting us."

"Not at all." he chuckled joyously, placing a caring hand over Jimin's shoulder "Jimin here is my most loyal and trusting friend, so when he told me about you I must admit I was quite puzzled. He doesn't often use terms such as 'sincere' or 'passionate' to describe anyone. " Seokjin commented, scoffing at his friend.

While you three shared an intimate moment Yoongi moved like a shadow until he was close enough to the chattering circle to interrupting the flow of conversation.

You didn't notice the louring gazes of the two vampires after turning your head once you were aware of Yoongi's presence- but he did.

Seokjin licked his lips slightly miffed but kept his composure nonetheless "Thank you for honouring us with your company Yoongi" the tall vampire grinned.

"Seokjin..." Yoongi bowed his head. "I was wondering if I could steal her from you for the next dance."

Jimin nodded "Absolutely," he granted taking your hand and handing it over for Yoongi to hold.  "Oh but Yoongi..." Jimin stopped him. Yoongi turned his head while the two were walking away to the dance-floor. "...I will steal her from you later" he cautioned, lifting his index finger and smiling innocently "So don't be greedy," he added.

You smiled broadly at his remark, face lighting up blithely; Yoongi, who was standing next to you, however, had a dismayed appearance.

"You are being silly, Yoongi" you assured him while twirling to the music.

"Y/n, please. I beg you, let's go home." He insisted, glancing over his shoulder from time to time. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"Not again..." you rolled your eyes irritated. " I told you-- Jimin has changed, for the better!"

His serious gaze locked with yours, any trace of joke disappearing. "You do not know half of the things, y/n". Yoongi gushed, and you were taken aback. "You don't know Jimin, and you don't know Seokjin" he fumed, scolding you as a child- and you burst.

"Well naturally, Yoongi..." you scoffed, sick of being treated like this by him "Because you don't let me know!" you let go of his hand and smacked the one that's over your waist, turning on your heel and walking away from the scene enraged.

Jimin stood next to his oldest friend looking how you sprinted away from the dance floor alone, leaving Yoongi behind.

"Shall we make our move now, my friend?" Seokjin asked him

Jimin looked at the tall vampire and nodded "Like taking candy from a baby" he chuckled.

A starless night, the full moon shining above everything and everyone. With both arms resting on the edge of the balcony you regretted the way you acted in front of Yoongi. However, you were still angry at him for demanding things from you never having a reward. You never asked to become a vampire, yet you adapted quite easily to your current situation. Besides, what you always asked for wasn't that big of a deal. Simply to get to know your partners better.

You wondered if maybe... the incident you had was the one thing Yoongi couldn't forget- what he resented from you. It would explain why he was always so eager on keeping you away from large crowds or Jimin. You pouted, upset by your own assumptions.

"What's wrong, ma chéri" Seokjin's sweet voice interrupted your train of thoughts. He walked the balcony until he reached your side. With a gentle gesture, he wiped the little read tear on your cheek with his thumb. "Why are you crying?" he asked.

"It's nothing." you lied, moving your face away from his touch softly.

Seokjin noticed your drawback and took off his hand. "I'm sorry." he apologized.

"Don't. It's not your fault."

"Is there anything I can do to make you better?" Seokjin asked, his sincere and gentle eyes looking tenderly at you.

"It's really okay. Thank you for your kindness, Seokjin."

"Please, call me Jin."

You chuckled "Jin..."

"Is it perhaps... about Yoongi?" Jin asked.

"How did you know?"

He half shrugged " Jimin might have told me things are a little tense between the two"

You looked down at your feet "Is that so?"

"Please, don't hold him any grudge for telling me." Jin said, placing a hand on his chest "He was concerned about you"

"How sweet— but it's not that big of a deal. I'm sure in time things will change for the better." you beamed.

"You are so considerate .." he marveled. "I admire that of you." In your human life, you would have blushed at his straightforwardness. "If I may be honest, however— I do not share his methods of instructing."

"Why?" you asked, tilting your head.

"He has some-- ridiculous, regulations when it comes to feeding" he stated, crinkling his nose.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for instance. Feeding only from the 'bad' thing"

"You think that's not a good rule?" you enquired.

"Rule?" he fumed " Why should there be rules? " Jin retorted, shrugging and shaking his head "Who is entitled to pass such sentence? It's in their nature do good or bad." You pondered his words silently.

"But Yoongi means well. He doesn't want innocent people to get involved or hurt by our fault"

"What about us then? Are we bad for doing what's in our nature?"

"It's different..."

"Y/N..." he started, squinting his eyes, "I think I there's something I can do to make you feel a little better"

"What's that?" you asked, eyes sparkling in interest.

"Follow me, ma chéri" Jin offered his hand for you to take, smirking. "Let's unwind."

Yoongi searched for you everywhere; rooms, corridors, the courtyard but still he couldn't hear your thoughts or track your scent-and that was making him anxious.

He wanted to apologize for his behavior, he wanted to make things right. Despite the grave pain he felt when reminiscing his past; it was nothing in comparison to losing your trust and company.

"You lost something, Yoongi?" A familiar voice called.

Jimin was standing in the middle of a hallway, his mere presence disturbed Yoongi- but he wouldn't let him see the effect he had on him.

"I'm looking for y/n" Yoongi spoke calmly.

"I'm looking for her too." He walked closer to him, fixing his attire " She was extremely distressed. Did you say something to her?" Jimin asked. Weirdly preoccupied with you in Yoongi's opinion. He decided not to reply to his question, opting for keeping his quest. Silently Jimin walked behind him, opening doors from time to time- a thing that unsettled Yoongi because he looked as if he was rummaging without looking for you. "You know..." Jimin started  "She turned out to be so much like you Yoongi." he commented while closing a door behind him.

Yoongi found the remark suspicious "That's good..." he replied.

"Is it though?" Jimin enquired, twisting his mouth, pensive. "Is not really a compliment, Yoongi" the vampire crooned, tilting his head.

"Where is y/n, Jimin" Yoongi glanced from above his shoulder at him, tightening his fist.

"Why do you think I know where she is?" Jimin half smiled, placing one of his hands in his pocket.

"You know. Stop fucking around with me" Yoongi bellowed, making Jimin take a step back.

"What I know ..." he began, taking two steps forward placing himself in front of Yoongi, faces separated by mere inches. "Is that Seokjin is taking good care of her," he laughed wide and wholeheartedly.

Yoongi's temper shattered.

Grabbing Jimin by the collar of his costume, with a supernatural strength he lifted his master and pinned him against a wall, eliciting a groan of pain from him. "What have you done to her?!" he shouted.

Jimin guffawed grabbing Yoongi's hand easily releasing himself from his grip. "It's so cute when you try to confront me, Yoongi. Absolutely adorable." Even if Jimin didn't physically attack him, those words packed a powerful punch on Yoongi; Carefully, nonchalantly spoken, getting him riled up until his blood boiled in anger. "My dear friend, you don't have the vigor or courage to subdue me" Jimin laughed running a hand through his hair and giving a quick pat on Yoongi's shoulder "You never had or will have."

Slumping his shoulders defeated, Yoongi already knew he couldn't do anything against Jimin. It had always been like that. "Please..." he whispered. "Please just tell me where she is." Yoongi sobbed, imploring and answer. "Just tell me she is okay, Jimin."

The vampire smirked devilishly, "Then I won't say a word."

Yoongi grabbed his head, massaging his temples frustrated beyond belief. Jittery his shallow breaths quickened "Why are you doing this, Jimin? Why do you always plot against me? What do you want to prove?! Do you want to make me miserable? Because I am!! God knows I had always been miserable since the first day I opened my eyes and the face who welcomed me into the new life was you!"

"Good." Jimin groaned, giving Yoongi the evil eye, looking him from under his lashes. "Be miserable..." he spat his words filled with poison making Yoongi freeze and stare at him wide eyed."Why am doing this? Because I can. Because I want to. Because I enjoy it. Look at you, believing you are better than everyone else, always so high on your horse. You were pathetic in your human life and you are pathetic now." He stepped forward forcing Yoongi to go backward. " I was the selfish bastard who turned you Yoongi, but you are the petty one who tried to outsmart the wrong people, and in return, you lost everything. your family, your career, and your life. And even now, you will lose it all again." he assured him, pointing one of his fingers at him and poking his chest with it "I saved you from yourself and in reward what I get is a rat who deems himself a saint." Yoongi's body clashes against a wall, "Well If you want to be a saint then I'll be your shadow, always reminding you of the sins you committed, no matter how small, and make you pay for them."

His legs wavered and he crouched to avoid falling. Tears burst forth, spilling down over Yoongi's face, chin trembling like a small child who just lost his favorite toy. Except you were never that to him, you were the only thing Jimin gave him and made him happier, to have a little piece of sunshine in the darkest of nights.It's like if his very soul was stolen at that same moment. As much as he tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar.

Yoongi places a hand over his eyes, he is defeated-once more. "Please..." He begged to Jimin, who was looking down at him. "I just need to know If she's alive" Yoongi wailed to his master.

Jimin tilted his head, eyes devoid of all emotions, blankly staring at the vampire and pondering what he would reply- thinking on what he can do make him suffer, even more, the last way of torture he had for him that night.

At once your eyes swept the expanse of his room, quickly adjusting to the lack of light. You'd never been in a guard's room, but the furnishings were similar to the ones in Ji Eun's room. The small stack of papers on a desk in the far corner of the chamber, the deep colour of blue of his bedsheets, as far as you could tell in the dark and the lack of feminine knick-knacks made the space look more masculine.

If it was possible, you would have looked more closely to the details of the place Jin spent most of his nights  in nowadays but a soft click of the door from behind was a reminder that you were here for a reason. However, you waited. Suddenly nervous again. Part of you searching your brain for something to say, the rest of your mental capacity trying to deal with the full realisation that you were in a man's room. You could feel his eyes burning holes through your back, but you were determined to ignore him in favour of collecting yourself, at least for now. Until –

"Why are you here? Have you completely lost your mind?" He demanded as he walked away from the door towards the large wooden table. A small lamp was lighted, illuminating the room with a soft, yellowish glow. You shifted your gaze towards the source of light just as he turned his back on it to look at you.

Cast into the shadows by the light shining behind him, the contrast made the planes of his face stand out, emphasising his beauty and robbing you of breath. However, his slanted brows and sharp eyes told you that he was waiting for an answer. Still, it took you several moments to gather your wits together to form a response.

"I'm worried about you," you said softly, not wanting to give him more reason to be angry with you than he already did.

"Worried about me? Why?"

You didn't answer. Somehow being in the same room with him alone was affecting you more than you would have expected. The glimmer of the lamp was soft and too small for the big room, the muted light unable to reach the other end of the chamber. In need of support, you walked further away from him, sitting at the foot of his bed instead of the hard chairs near his desk.

This position put you in the darker side of the room, making it hard for Jin to see your expression. Unable to make out your face and sensing that no answers were forthcoming, he crossed the space to stand in front of you.

"Tell me." It was almost an order, a need to know why you were here in his chamber on your own at this hour.

"You looked really upset earlier. Even after the feast. On the way back, you seemed down-spirited," you finally responded as you looked up at him with wide, concerned eyes. "Are you still angry with me?"

"Angry with you?" He said incredulously. "I am not angry with you." When you didn't look convinced, he moved his hand to palm the side of your cheek. The gesture made flowers bloom inside your being even as your heart thudded with increasing force as seconds ticked past.

Out of reflex, you reached for his other hand and held it between both your own. "Then what is it? It hurts me to see you unhappy." As the words slipped past your lips you realised that it was true. It was painful for you to watch Jin sad, even if you were not the cause.

Sighing, he took a seat on the bed beside you, far enough that your bodies didn't touch but close enough that you didn't have to let go of his hand. When he spoke again, his voice had lost that sharp edge it had earlier. "I really was angry at myself. You should not concern yourself with it."

"Does it have anything to do with me?" You probed, trying not to be too pushy, but you had a feeling that it did.

"You will think I'm a fool," he said instead of answering your question.

"That's impossible. You are one of the people I look up to the most."

His bark of laughter at your praise was laced with bitterness and self-loathing. "Your high regard for me is misplaced, Your Highness." You frowned at his use of honorifics, but let him continue without interruption. "Before I found out that you're a princess, I..." he pulled his hand back, ashamed of himself. You heart sank when he did so, but you placed your own on your lap. It was more important to you to hear the reason he was so downcast. "I wanted to court you. That was why I was so upset when I found out the truth. For months I had been hoping that you would one day be my wife. Since not long after I met you, to tell you the truth," he explained to his knees, refusing to look at you.

"It is the hardest thing in the world to see you every day, to be so close to you, yet to know that you are and will always be out of my reach. Then this afternoon, when I saw you with another man..." his hands bunched into furious fists as he recalled the incident, "I knew he was trying to force himself on you, but still, it served as a reminder that you are someone I could never have."

His voice was filled with self hatred, and it tore your heart into shreds. Your eyes started to become moist, not just because of his sorrow, but due to the hope of an impossible future together that inevitably led to pain for you as well. Jin wanted to marry you. You had never desired for something more. Even before he confessed his feelings for you, it had been a daydream of yours. An insane infatuation that had grown more and more with each passing day, never thought to be reciprocated to that extent.

"Jin," you whispered, reaching for the side of his face to coax him to look at you. The anguish etched upon his handsome face was mirrored on yours. Instinctively you leaned forward, closing the distance between you to capture his lips in a kiss.

At first the contact was light, filled with unspoken misery and heartbreak, but you couldn't stop, and soon you began to crave for more. Angling your head, you deepened the kiss, pressing your body to his, but it wasn't close enough. When it came to Jin, you couldn't help but become selfish. Nothing would ever be enough. You yearned for every bit of him, and you wanted to give him all that you had in return.

Without even thinking, you climbed onto his lap to sit astride him. The fabric of your skirt strained to accommodate your new position, but you didn't care. This way you could better feel the hard muscles of his chest against your breasts, the contact making your aureoles grow taut. His deep groan upon feeling the stiff pebbles through your clothes sent excited chills down your spine. That was when you felt it; his hardness pressed against your inner thigh, so very close to your core.

You might be an innocent, but you weren't completely naïve. You knew what it meant. Jin wanted you. Perhaps just as much as you craved him. Perhaps even more. His palms, harsh and calloused from swordplay were pressing on your back, pushing you closer to him. The heat from them was only rivaled by the passion of his mouth, moving with yours in a desperate dance and when his tongue flicked out to silently ask for permission, you granted it immediately, parting your lips for it to enter.

His tongue exploring your mouth, his touch all over your body was making your breath erratic, but you could hardly care for breathing. Jin was your air, he was your oxygen. He was everything you needed. The only thing you desired. You slowly rolled your hips against his, instinct guiding you to make up for the lack of experience. At this, his hold tightened around you even more until his own hips bucked upwards in a sharp, reflexive move, making you whine at the unexpected jolt of pleasure that coursed up your spine from the motion and he regrettably broke the kiss with a moan.

"You have to go," he said hoarsely, fighting the need to draw air into his lungs to get the words out. "I can't control myself if you stay here a minute longer."

It was clear that he was telling you the truth, but you found that you wanted him to lose control. The thought of leaving now was repugnant. This was where you needed to be. In his room. In his bed. In his arms. So instead of moving off his lap, you tugged your borrowed dress up and off of you before he could protest. Only your nightgown covered your modesty now, the cotton white and innocent but the material so thin that it didn't hide the way your peaked nipples strained against it. "I want to stay."

You could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down his throat as he swallowed at the sight before him. "You don't know what you're saying," he cautioned, but the warning was weak, the husky quality only serving to rile you up even more.

"On the contrary," you began, reaching up to unbutton your nightgown, "I know exactly what I'm saying." With shaky fingers, you fumbled with the tiny disks holding the garment together, managing to progress just underneath the swell of your breasts before Jin slid his hands up your arms, stopping you as he captured your mouth again.

His kisses devoured not just your lips, but your entire being, your soul, yet his grip on your upper arms; so powerful it was bordering on painful, conveyed to you that he was more desperate than he let on. You couldn't imagine needing him more than you did now, but he was set to prove you wrong.

You could feel his heart beating loudly underneath your palm as he nuzzled the column of your neck, peppering kisses along the length of it before he moved downwards. He tugged at the sides of your unbuttoned nightgown, revealing your breasts to him. Your own heart thudded in your chest when he took a deep, shuddering breath as his eyes zoned in on your heaving chest.

Before you could develop enough embarrassment to shield yourself from his gaze, he leaned forward and latched himself to one of the sensitive buds. Immediately you gasped, fingers finding their way to tangle in his silky hair, holding him in place just as much as to keep yourself upright. Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed that such a simple act would send more spikes of pleasure down south. "Jin," you mewled, arching your back as he teased the nipple with his tongue into becoming even stiffer than before while tweaking the other between the pads of his fingers. Moving your wet core against his clothed erection felt even more rewarding with less material separating you. Still, your body cried for more.

So you tugged on his shirt, shamelessly pulling it over his head and he allowed you to do so without any protest. The sight of his bare torso sent you into overdrive, but you didn't have long to admire the defined muscles underneath the lightly tanned skin, because he decided that you needed to undress too. He pulled your nightgown over your head and held you tightly in his arms, lifting you up so he could lay you down in the middle of his bed. Then he drew back to look at you. His eyes filled with wonderment as he drank in the sight of you, fully naked in front of him. A small part of you wanted to cover yourself up and hide from his heated gaze, but somehow you didn't want to. Being exposed and bared for Jin somehow seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

"You're so... beautiful. So perfect." He scoffed at himself, discontent with his own compliments for you, as if mere words were not enough to describe your beauty to him. His eyes marked a trail on your flesh, so intense was his stare, a path that was set on fire by his hands. It started from your neck, just below your ear, down the valley between your breasts, to the side to admire the flare of your hips, brushing your legs trembling with nervousness and exhilaration, tracing every bit of skin in between. His touch was gentle yet possessive, hungry but revering in the vision before him.

Your sharp intake of breath was unmistakable when Jin parted your legs just enough to slip his hand between them and the tips of his fingers brushed against your most intimate place. He groaned at his discovery between your thighs. "You're so wet." Your hands grabbed his sturdy shoulders when he started to rub back and forth between your folds, then gasped when he sank his index finger into you. "So tight," he moaned raggedly. With just a few strokes, you could hear the slickened noises that your pussy made with every movement of his finger, and when another joined the first, the sensation was indescribable.

It wasn't difficult for him to plunge you into a swirling vortex of sinful pleasure. Your iron-clad grip on his broad shoulders tensed just as your inner muscles clamped onto his fingers, but before you could make sense of anything, he pulled away, leaving you empty and a little disappointed for a reason you couldn't even begin to comprehend. "So sensitive," he commented darkly, watching your dazed expression at his torment and withdrawal. Eyes wide open, like a lost deer, dewy lips parted in an 'o' of need for something unknown, cheeks flushed from the new delight wrought by his ministrations. He couldn't help break eye contact when he sucked on his long fingers, your taste making his eyes roll back in his head. "So delicious."

You felt extremely vulnerable to him in the state of arousal that he had reduced you to, but he was quick to lean in and alleviate your worries.

"Why can't I resist you," he whispered the rhetorical question between kisses.

"You can't?" You asked breathlessly. The thought that someone as perfect as Jin finding you irresistible was unfathomable to you.

The angelic quality of his voice hummed in confirmation. "I want you so much."

"I want you too, Jin." You moaned earnestly, squirming underneath him, brushing your body against his in all the right places.

"You are going to be the death of me," he groaned at your response, moving away to quickly divest himself of the rest of his clothing, then climbed back to envelop your body with his, but not before you saw him in all his naked glory.

Years ago, you and Ji Eun had bribed the scullery maid to spill the details of her sexual encounters with the groom from the stables. Even amidst the hushed squeals and raucous giggles that had ensued when the maid demonstrated the motions of the act using a cucumber to represent the groom's penis, you had wondered to yourself how something so big could fit inside you.

Now, however... you didn't think there was a cucumber long enough or fat enough to be compared with Jin's cock to do it justice. When Jin nudged your legs further apart so he could settle between them, you could feel the tip of his manhood grazing against your dripping entrance, and a sprinkle of trepidation sparked inside your mind. However, it was masked by your lust for him. Just the light pressure of him so close to your delicate center was doing untold things to your mind and body. Any semblance of reasoning and judgement had long left you. Every part of you was screaming for him, the primal side of you calling for him to brand you as his, and only his.

"Are you sure about this?" Jin asked, the query firm and steady even though his quivering hold on your waist and the twitch of his cock behaved differently. "If you want me to stop, I will stop, I swear it."

You held his face in your hands so you could look into his warm brown eyes, now darkened with lust as you said, "Yes Jin, I've never been more sure my entire life. Please make me yours."

"Thank goodness," he let out the breath that he had been holding in a stuttering exhale. "This may hurt you a little," he warned, the regret already showing in his eyes even before he could cause you any pain.

"I know you will make everything all right," you said with conviction. "I trust you, Jin."

At your words, he pressed his forehead against yours and breathed in your scent deeply; a tender gesture in a charged moment. "I don't deserve your trust, but I will try. I promise I will do my best by you."

Then he pushed himself forward, allowing himself to taste only a fraction of your wet heat before stopping to gauge your reaction. You ran your hands up the expanse of his back, a silent urge for him to continue, and he did. His descent into you was excruciatingly slow, but you didn't argue. All you could think of was the way he felt inside you, spreading you open to accommodate himself, your muscles stretching impossibly to make room for him. It was difficult for you to register Jin's loud puffs and his fists clenching the bedsheets in his efforts not to simply plow into you as his body demanded of him.

He stopped again to ask, "How do you feel?"

"Good," you answered a little hesitantly, more than a little breathlessly. "I just feel so... full."

He laughed at your answer, breaking the tension. "Y/n, I'm not even halfway there."

"What?!" Your panic was swallowed by Jin's mouth, distracting you as he plunged the rest of the way in, sheathing himself completely within you. His breathy groans and your needy moans were mingled together as he paused again, giving you a chance to adjust to his intrusion. The tremors wracking his body finally clued you in on how much he was holding back on his own urges for your sake, and your heart screamed with affection and gratitude for his wordless care for you.

You had never felt so crammed before, the sensation alien to you, but his tenderness and patience granted you time to let the slight pain slowly recede. Experimentally you lifted your legs up to wrap around his waist. A yelp escaped you when this pushed him in even deeper than before, but you pressed harder, wanting more of him, even though he filled you so tightly you were sure that you were going to burst. The initial agony had ebbed away to make way for a thirst for more Jin, and he was more than ready to give it to you. Your delectable whimpers encouraged him to ease into a rhythm that gradually increased in speed and force. You had never felt so incredible before, never even dreamed such a thing was possible, never could have imagined that such pleasure existed.

"Oh my god, Jin, Jin," you panted between his murmurs of your name, unable to articulate the bewildering, intense pleasure coursing through your veins with every thrust, building and rising within you. You tried to raise your hips to meet his, but you were no match for his ferocious movements. Guttural grunts from the back of his throat accompanied the sharp slaps that sounded every time he pounded you into the mattress, soon joined by your cries as you felt the beginnings of a knot tightening in your belly.

Confusion clouded your mind, unable to make sense of the clashing desires your body was demanding of you. Jin's thrusts were feeding a fire that was escalating into an inferno you were afraid you could never put out, yet the thought of asking him to stop was not an option either. A sob became lodged in your throat as he continued his onslaught upon your body, your whole being winded up so tightly you were certain that you couldn't take it a second longer.

"Jin, I can't," you pleaded with him, not knowing how to explain, clueless as to what to do, you turned to him for a solution. Your legs were starting to shake, your insides closing in on his length, making him moan at the increased friction and resistance to his strokes.

"Don't hold back," he commanded. "Just give in to it. I promise you it will feel good."

Both your control and your body was stretched to the limit, and you couldn't possibly take any more, so you heeded his words and let go. A strangled scream escaped your lips as you shattered beneath him, your back arching off the bed with your hips bucking so forcefully that you lifted him up with you. You hardly noticed that Jin had gone still, watching you throw your head back into the pillows, your whole body shaking violently with the force of your orgasm, savouring the sight until the strength of your grip on his cock became too much for him to bear.

His grip on your waist was strong, bruising as he slammed his last few thrusts within your hot, slick depths before pulling out with a roar of your name and emptying himself on your stomach. Still climbing down from your high, you simply watched as bursts of white spurt out of the tip of his cock, feeling an inexplicable pride at being covered with his seed.

After drawing a few quick breaths, he gave you a quick peck on the lips then moved off of you and away from the bed. You were about to protest, wanting – no, needing – him to remain with you, but he quickly returned to your side with a wet cloth. Still panting, he wiped away the remnants of your lovemaking from between your legs and your stomach with care, cleaning you up before gathering you in his arms.

For a while he laid with you on the bed, wordlessly kissing every inch of your face. You couldn't help but smile, never feeling so loved your entire life, wishing for this moment to last for all eternity. You closed your eyes, basking in the love that Jin showered you with without any reservation.

The next time you opened your eyes, it was due to gentle nudging from Jin. You blinked, feeling a little disoriented, wondering at what point you fell asleep in the comfort of his embrace. It was still dark, but you could see the tenderness in his warm chocolate eyes, mixed with a little sadness. "You should go now before the servants wake and you are missed."

You sat up in alarm, the fear of being caught pushing you to haul yourself off the bed and pull your clothes back on. Jin was already partially dressed, having pulled his trousers back on, but he was still shirtless and you stared at him for a few moments, unable to tear yourself away from him.

A small smile illuminated his face as he placed an arm around your shoulders and led you to his door, where he turned you to face him. You looked up at him, pulse accelerating again when he leaned down to capture your mouth in a hungry kiss, not dampened at all from the intimacy you'd already shared.

Neither of you wanted to break the contact, but finally he did so, pressing his forehead against yours to make sure you were looking into his eyes when he said, "I love you."

Before you could respond, however, he had turned you around again, opened the door and pushed you through it. You couldn't risk knocking on his now closed door again so you made your way back to your chambers, trying to contain your wild euphoria at his parting words that you repeated again and again in your head like a mantra.

"Fuck Jeon Jungkook!"

"Yes!"

"I'll drink to that!"

The cheers of your girlfriends spurred you on, glasses clinking before each of you downed your shots. Closing your eyes, you savoured the burn of the alcohol as it made its way down your throat. Perhaps getting completely drunk was what you needed after all.

"Hey, y/n," Dara nudged hard at your arm with her elbow, never one for being subtle. "That guy over at the bar is totally checking you out."

You slowly set your glass on the table before shifting your eyes ever so cautiously, trying to make up for Dara's obvious pointing. Sure enough, a guy in a button down shirt and slacks was unabashedly staring at you as he perched on a stool by the counter. Upon making eye contact, he raised his glass, mouth stretched into a boxy smile that you would normally find charming, but you were not in the mood tonight. In fact, you weren't sure if you would ever be in the mood again.

"He's cute, but I'm not really feeling up to it tonight," you relayed the thought to your friends. Chae Rin groaned at your words.

"Come on, y/n! What's the point of bringing you out if you don't let yourself have some fun?"

"Who says I can't have fun with you guys?" You countered.

"She's right," Bom cut in before Chae Rin could think of a comeback. "We don't have to turn to guys to have fun."

"Boys suck anyway," Min Ji weighed in, her words already slurred by the alcohol. You shook your head, smiling, knowing that she would be the first one to leave in the arms of another man that night.

Chae Rin scowled, but she knew better than to argue. Bom had a point after all - drunk and moody you was definitely a significant improvement to the broken and weeping you, which was the result of their attempts at cheering you up by bringing ice cream and chocolate to have a girls' night in your room.

You smiled at them, grateful that your girlfriends had decided to denounce men for your sake, even if it was just for that night. However, you couldn't bring yourself to hate Jungkook. Quite the opposite actually. You still loved him, even though after three years of being together, he had decided to up and leave you without a word.

So what is he doing here now?

"Why are you here?" You voice confusion aloud, never being one to beat around the bush. The email is left forgotten as you turn in your chair to fully face him. He is not invited to sit, even though this forces you to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes. It isn't like you can look down at him even if you do rise to your feet since he is taller than you are anyway. So you opt to remain in your chair, which serves as a throne of sorts with him as your audience.

His smile is small, polite, and perhaps you're imagining things, but it seems cautious. "I'm supposed to meet you at two?"

Realisation hits you like a ton of bricks and you want to smack your own forehead. Why did you choose this company to do the interior design work for your first coffee shop? Then you remember that Taehyung recommended the company to you, insisting that although it’s fairly new, it has been garnering a lot of attention lately for producing great, trendy work. As someone who is just starting her own business, you were eager for the chance to support a fellow budding entrepreneur, and made the arrangements for a meeting at once. Besides, with such a glowing review from a renowned artist like Taehyung, what could possibly go wrong?

Plenty, it turns out. Well, to be fair, there’s only one problem at the moment, and it’s standing right in front of you. Just the one problem makes it feel as if the weight of the world has fallen onto your aching shoulders. You can hardly blame Taehyung, who doesn't know Jungkook and you want to put the blame on yourself for only perusing through the products of their work before calling for the meeting but you can't do that either. You know that in trying to be as objective as possible, you don't tend to pay any heed to who you're working with, preferring to let their work do the talking. You're not about to check every personnel of every company you work with on the off chance you’ll bump into Jungkook. So you chalk it up to a cruel twist of fate that forces you into his path again.

"I see," you nod, trying not to show how surprised you are at his sudden reappearance in your life. "Well, why don't you sit down and we can talk about the project."

To your relief, it’s easier than you would’ve thought possible to explain the what you want and need from the project. You can't help the excitement that bubbles inside as you talk about your first business venture, and you miss the smile that tugs on the corners of Jungkook's lips as he watches you.

However, as you go through the floor plan of the shop, you find it more challenging to remain professional when he talks. Despite yourself, you find your eyes straying all over him, making it hard to absorb the words coming out of his mouth. How could he be so different, yet remain very much the same? It’s impossible to miss the way his muscles flex under his shirt as his arms shift to point at the plan. The disappearance of the slight chubbiness that he had before gives his face the look of a more mature man. However, for all that he has changed, his brown eyes still emanate the warmth that used to soothe you, melodic voice which tugs at your heartstrings and his smile that allows a peek of his two front teeth is just as adorable as it always was. You’re in the middle of admiring his hair that’s longer now, but still looks soft, wondering if it will still feel the same if you run your fingers through it when his voice calling your name jolts you back to the meeting at hand.

"Yes?" You ask, as if you're not mentally raking his hair with your fingers just a moment before.

If he notices that anything is amiss, Jungkook doesn't show it. "Do you have a concept in mind for the coffee shop?"

"A traveling concept," you say immediately. "A place where travelers can share their stories. A space that will inspire people to travel, explore the world."

The grin that he flashes at you upon hearing your answer is blinding, yet it makes you want to curl up in embarrassment as it informs you that very much like you, Jungkook has not forgotten the memories he shares with you. "I love the idea."

"Yeah," you mutter sullenly, forgetting to keep up your act of indifference, and he must have noticed, because his face changes to a more sober mien.

"I'm sorry," he says softly.

Those are the words that you were desperate to hear years ago, and even though they’re late in coming, you think that they should’ve mollified you somewhat. On the contrary, they only make you irritated and defensive. Does he think he can just brush away all the hurt he’s caused you with a mere apology?

"What for?"

The sight of Jungkook shifting uncomfortably in his seat gives you some petty satisfaction. "For... a few years ago. For leaving."

You wait for him to continue but he lowers his eyes, avoiding your gaze and it’s clear that no more words are forthcoming, so you say breezily, "That was years ago. I've moved on, and since you are the one who left, I'm sure you've moved on too. Let’s just be professional and do our jobs as we normally would." You’re berating yourself inside, wanting to demand an explanation from him but as you utter those words you realise that this is what you truly desire. For you to move on. To be able to work with your ex-boyfriend who meant everything to you until he disappeared without a word. You have your own life now. He has his. It’s just coincidence that put your separate worlds in the same orbit again, but it’s only temporary. After the project is done, both of you will go on your own ways again, one nucleus in the past that is now two unrelated entities, hopefully never crossing paths again.

Before Jungkook can say anything in reply to your cold statement, your phone rings. Shooting him an apologetic look, you snatch the phone from its cradle. "Mr. Min is here," your secretary informs.

Is it that time already? "I'm just wrapping this up. Tell him I'll be ready in a few minutes." She murmurs her assent and you hang up, glad for Yoongi's timely arrival. "Jungkook..."

"I'll get started on this and come by again soon," he cuts you off, gathering his things and standing up. You search your mind for something to say but you come up blank, so you simply nod and watch him walk out of your office.

You find yourself still deep in your thoughts as you relax in the passenger seat beside Yoongi later, a fact that doesn't escape the older man's notice. "Is everything okay?" He asks, pulling you out of your reverie.

"Just thinking about my project," you reassure him. At least that much is partly true, although most of your thoughts is focused on the senior interior designer in charge, not the project itself. "Why?"

"I've been asking you where we should go for dinner but I don't think you heard. You're definitely working hard," Yoongi gives you praise that is, in your opinion, undeserved. "How about we go get some ice-cream?"

You turn in your seat to cock your head at him in amusement. His eyes are on the road as he drives but there is no mistaking the mischievous gleam in them. "What about dinner?"

"Let's get ice-cream, and then go for dinner."

"And have ice-cream again for dessert?" You giggle.

"Deal." He accepts, taking his right hand off the steering wheel to shake yours to seal the deal. You laugh and grasp it. Yoongi never fails to lift your mood and you resolve to put all thoughts of Jungkook out of your head for the night.

However, it becomes increasingly difficult to stop yourself from thinking about Jungkook in the following weeks, especially as he visits your office at least once a week to discuss the progress of the design. Memories of your relationship with him, both bitter and sweet, start to visit you often even when he isn't anywhere in the vicinity. No matter the amount of scolding you give yourself, your traitorous mind bombards you with the reminders of the love he used to shower over you, your body is drawn to him, searching for the warmth of his arms around you by instinct, your heart aching with the unresolved feelings you harbour towards him.

You swallow these desires and push them down as you study the flow of the workers from the kitchen to the cashier counter on the plan, but his question brings your attention back to his sinfully handsome face.

"So, did you manage to travel?"

Feeling your skin prickle with annoyance at the question, you feign ignorance, "Travel where?"

"Paris, Venice, Beijing... All the places we talked about," he answers, refusing to let your stand-offish tone deter him.

"What do you want to do after we graduate?" You asked in a curious tone, even though you had talked about this many times before. Jungkook laughed and pulled you closer, your back against his chest, his arms circled around your waist and he rested his chin on the top of your head.

"I want to travel and see the world," he said dreamily as his eyes roamed the smooth, calm surface of the lake spread out before you.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Everywhere. I want to experience everything. Will you come with me?"

It was not the first time he had asked you that question, but you still felt excited to hear his shy query. "Of course I will," you confirmed. "I want to walk on the Great Wall of China."

His snickers following your statement made you frown. "Baby, you can't survive one hike without complaining about how tiring it is. How can you make the trek along the Great Wall?"

"I didn't mean the whole way! I want to experience walking just a part of it." You struggled on the blanket you sat on, wanting to get away from your annoying boyfriend, but his grip around you tightened, not allowing you to escape his clutches even as he chuckled some more.

"All right, I get it, don't be mad. I'll make sure to bring lots of water and sunscreen so you don't shrivel up from the sun."

His words placated you and you settled back into his embrace. "You'll come with me?"

Your question made him scoff in mock anger, as if he couldn't believe that you could even ask such a ridiculous question. "Of course I will. I thought we'd agreed that you will be my travel buddy and conquer the world together. You're not getting rid of me that easy."

Humming in contentment, you asked him to describe his travel plans again.

"If we go to Paris, there's the Louvre Museum that we have to see. I wonder what the Mona Lisa looks like when she's right in front of our eyes. Do you think we'll really see her smiling from every angle? And don't you dare stop me from rowing a gondola when we go to Venice. Baby, I promise that it will be just as romantic with me steering it from behind you..."

"No, I never did," you answer truthfully, then follow with a white lie. "Been too busy with work. What about you?"

"The same, work is consuming my life," Jungkook jokes, but you wonder if underneath the jest he is actually serious. "I could take some time off, I suppose, but I don't really fancy going alone after I planned all my trips with you."

The air grows thick with tension immediately following his direct reference to your past relationship. You feel your jaws tighten, mind racing to think of a response as he looks at you hopefully. Thankfully you are saved by three hurried knocks on your door right before Min Ji burst into the room without waiting for your answer.

"Y/n! Tell Yoongi that you're dumping his cute ass for tonight because you're having dinner with us," she declares but before she can continue, she registers the other presence in the room - or rather, the identity of the person in the room with you. Her eyes widen with shock. "Jeon Jungkook?"

"In the flesh," he gives her a hesitant grin. "Hey, Min Ji."

"What - How come - You -" she sputters and you fervently hope that you were not this obviously surprised the first time he showed up at your office.

"We're working together for my coffee shop," you explain for him. "He's a senior interior designer."

"Oh," she acknowledges as she leans forward to give Jungkook a quick, awkward hug in greeting, mouth still open. "And you -"

"We're good," you quickly stop her before she can finish her sentence. Min Ji is a loose cannon even when she's sober, and there is absolutely no need for Jungkook to know what a mess you became after he left you. "We've been working together for almost a month now and everything's going great. You were saying that I'm having dinner with you?"

"Right," she snaps back to attention with the reminder of her impending news. "To be more precise, you guys are treating me to dinner."

You're sure that the look of amusement on Jungkook's face is mirrored upon yours. "Really now. How come?"

"I just got promoted!" She squeals, and you rush over to pull her into a hug and jump around in excitement. Jungkook's "Congratulations," is a little awkward from the side as he keeps a distance from your elated dance circle.

"Thanks," Min Ji acknowledges his wishes, panting slightly as the two of you stop to catch your breaths. "You should join us - I bet everyone will be shocked to see you!"

While you highly doubt that this is a good idea, there is no way of saying so without giving the impression that you are not okay with Jungkook's presence. You're momentarily relieved by the uncertainty that paints his face, knowing that he doesn't think much of the suggestion either, but at Min Ji's "Come on, Jeon! You're not going to chicken out and leave again, are you?" He is forced to agree to joining the dinner party.

So you later find yourself seated awkwardly between Jungkook and Min Ji at one of the finer restaurants owned by Yoongi's family, trying to focus on the menu you're holding in your hands as the rest of the table gawks at Jungkook. You expect that after getting over their initial astonishment at his presence, the topic will naturally shift away from him, but you're quickly proven wrong. It seems as if all your college friends can only talk about Jungkook and your regrettable past relationship with him. Casting a desperate glance at Min Ji, you attempt to make her change the subject to her recent promotion, but she's too busy going through glasses of wine to care.

"What brings you back from the dead, Jungkook?" Chae Rin asks, not bothering to hide her hostility.

"Yeah, where did you disappear to after graduation?" Jimin chimes in, not noticing Chae Rin's less than friendly tone. "Don't you know how worried we were about you? Y/n cried her eyes out for weeks over - ooof!" He is interrupted mid-sentence by what you suspect to be a cleverly-aimed kick under the table by Chae Rin, who is sitting beside him.

Thankfully, the waiter chooses that moment to arrive and take your orders. You can feel Jungkook's eyes boring into you from the side as you place your order but you resolutely keep your face turned away from his.

"I know," he says softly but doesn't state clearly which question that came out of Jimin's mouth that he is answering to. "It was really selfish of me to leave without telling anyone, but I did have a reason. Which is personal," he answers before Jimin could even open his mouth fully to ask. "I can't tell you guys, but I do want to say that -" and without warning, he clasps your hand in his under the table, "I'm really sorry."

The sudden contact makes you jump in your chair, but luckily for you, no one notices with the exception of Jungkook, who doesn't show any reaction to it other than squeezing your hand. It’s the first real physical contact you’ve had with him since he came back, and even though you have been a lot more intimate than this with him in the past, his touch sends surges of electricity throughout your whole body. You feel incapacitated and breathless at first, unable to deal with the amazement at the unexpected gesture and the strong reaction your body has towards it, but as seconds flow by, the warmth radiating from his hand seems to reach and thaw at the frozen recesses of your body. Braving yourself, you finally turn your head to find him already looking at you, and you smile at him - probably the most genuine smile that has carved your lips since the day he walked into your life again.

For a moment, you dare to think that perhaps all is right with the world. Even though you are still struggling to swim in a whirlpool of confused feelings that are only intensified by your hand clasped tightly in his, for some reason you feel at ease, as if this is right somehow. You don't know why but you only wish for this small fraction in time to remain still, and it does until Jin, who is eyeing the waiters hungrily, said, "Well, it's in the past, Jungkook. Don't worry about it. We're all adults now, and there’s no sense in keeping grudges. Y/n has moved on too, obviously, with her upcoming wedding and all."

Jin may have said it without any malicious intent whatsoever, but the effect of his words is jarring. Jungkook's hand drops yours as if your limb has caught fire as he stutters, "W-wed-wedding?"

"Oh, she didn't tell you?" Chae Rin answers him, the vindictive glint in her eyes flashing at his shock. "She's engaged to the owner of this place, actually. Yoongi's family owns many high-end restaurants, and their family has been working with hers for years. When is the wedding again, y/n?"

You're aware that Chae Rin is only trying to defend you as a friend, but you find it extremely difficult to be grateful for her efforts as you squirm under Jungkook's stare, as well as every pair of eyes at the table, with the exception of Jin, who is accepting his steak from the waiter eagerly. "We don't know yet. I've been too busy to really talk about it. Maybe after I get this project settled."

"Of course, Yoongi is a great guy. I'm sure he's waiting patiently for you," Chae Rin pointedly jabs at Jungkook. "I mean it's not like he would suddenly up and lea-"

"Chae Rin, did they accidentally switch my food with yours?" Dara interrupts Chae Rin's cruel remarks. Distracted, Chae Rin stops to compare her food with Dara's.

"No, you know I don't eat pasta."

"Hmm, curious," Dara tilts her head to one side in pretend wonderment. "I could have sworn that I ordered the steak. Jin's looks so delicious."

"I'm not sharing!" Jin forms a protective circle of arms around his plate, causing laughter to burst around the table and just like that, the spell is broken. Dinner proceeds with raucous giggling and snickering as everyone enjoys their food and casual chatter, and no one notices the remaining tension between you and Jungkook as you sit quietly throughout the meal.

The little get-together ends with everyone having had their fill of food, or in Min Ji's case, alcohol. She can barely stand, and Jimin states that it's lucky that she doesn't have to work tomorrow. You volunteer to accompany her home in a taxi and everyone else seems glad to escape the task. Even you are starting to second guess your decision as you wait outside the restaurant for the taxi to come, with arms beginning to hurt from supporting her.

"Just how much did you drink, Min Ji?" You ask in frustration even though you know she is in no condition to answer. She barely mumbles something incoherent before losing consciousness altogether, nearly knocking you both over from her dead weight if not for someone catching the two of you from behind.

"Thank you," you sigh in gratitude as strong hands right you up to a proper standing position again, but they do not let go even after you have regained your balance. Swiveling your head to look at your saviour, you are greeted by Jungkook's grim face.

"I'll go with you." You know better than to argue with him when he uses that tone. It is one that he rarely uses, but you distinctly remember from when you were a couple that when his voice lowers to this dangerous volume, it's not wise to attempt to change his mind.

You wish you can, however. Even with Min Ji slumping in her sleep between the two of you, the taxi ride is thick with unspoken tension. It gets even worse after you have dropped her off into her apartment with his help, and the vehicle speeds off towards your home.

"So, you're engaged, huh?" Jungkook decides to break the silence by addressing the elephant in the room. "I didn't see any ring."

Resigned to discuss the last subject you want to touch with him, you hold up your hands, showing him the empty fingers. Frankly, you are pleasantly surprised to find out that he has taken note of the lack of a ring on you. Perhaps you are not the only one plagued by the feelings springing up from your past. "You know I don't like wearing rings. Yoongi gave me one but I keep it at home. I'll probably wear our wedding band as a necklace pendant," you elaborate, too tired to pretend that he doesn't know about your preference for not wearing rings.

"I thought you said you'd wear it when you marry someone you love," he comments offhandedly, making you scowl at the window. Is he poking fun at you by pointing out that while you have said that you would wear a ring for him back then, you have opted not to for Yoongi?

He is saved from your furious tirade by the slight screeching of tires against the asphalt as the car pulls into a stop, signalling your arrival. "Goodnight, Jungkook," you say icily, marching to your door without waiting for his reply so you can rush into your room and cry your convoluted thoughts and emotions into your pillow.

As you pore over the completed design Jungkook has brought with him the next time you meet, you promise to yourself that you will do everything in your power to remain calm and focused at the task at hand. Jungkook, however, has other ideas.

"So is Yoongi that skinny guy who usually waits for you in the evenings?"

You cannot believe that he has the nerve to bring this up again and take a deep breath before you answer. "Yes," you snap, unable to keep your voice from sounding unruffled. "What's it to you?" You challenge.

"Nothing," he shrugs. "Just surprised that you never mentioned him all these weeks."

At those words, you slam your palm on the surface of the table and stand up in anger. "And why do you think after all these years, you deserve any insight to my personal life, Jungkook? Do you know the hell you left me in when you disappeared? No, you don't. Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to move on? No, you don't. Do you know how much I hated myself - and I still do sometimes - for not being good enough for you? No, you don't. Can you imagine how long I spent wondering what I have done wrong to make you leave? No, you don't." Your voice cracks on the last sentence, and you quickly walk over to the window overlooking the city skyline in an effort to hide your tears from him. "You have no clue how much, how long I've suffered because of you, Jungkook. So don't try to pretend to care about me now."

"I'm sorry," he says quietly from over the table where he is sitting.

"Is that all you can say, that you're sorry?" You scoff in mock derision. "I had to pick up the broken pieces of myself and try to go on with life without you. Have you any idea how difficult that was when all my plans for the future revolved around you? I'm not under the delusion that you love me now - or ever, when I think about it - but you can at least be kinder to me and give me an explanation rather than empty apologies."

You don't expect an explanation to magically form from his mouth at your outburst but his silence following it is unnerving. So you wipe the tears from your eyes roughly and turn to face him, only to squeal in surprise to find that he has crossed the room and is now standing so close to you that you take a step back involuntarily.

"You think that I didn't love you?" He snarls dangerously, and you gulp in irrational fear that you attribute to his tone and close proximity. "You have no idea what I went through then. You don't know how difficult it was for me to leave you. You can't even imagine why I did it, so don't you dare say that I didn't love you. Because I do. I love you too much."

The use of present tense in his confession throws you for a loop, but years of suppressed rage prevails. "Why don't you enlighten me then? Tell me why you destroyed my life without so much as a goodbye."

"I wasn't intending to destroy your life, I was trying to save it," he insists, then runs his fingers through his dark hair. "You know what? Why don't you ask your parents, y/n."

"What?" You furrow your brows in total bewilderment. "What do my parents have to do with you leaving the woman you supposedly love?"

"Everything," he counters through gritted teeth, the amber in his eyes glowing in fury at your distrust. "And don't ever say that again. I love you. Make no mistake about that."

And with that, Jungkook closes the distance between you and cups your face to pull you upwards roughly, until you're on your tiptoes to meet his lips in a kiss.

"Jungkook, what are you doing?" You giggled as Jungkook planted butterfly kisses down the column of your throat. The question may have sounded chiding, but your hands on his head keeping him close to you said otherwise.

"I can't help it. You're so beautiful," he said but he stopped to lift you up into the air, his biceps straining with the effort to raise you as high as he could. It was with more giggles and laughter that he lowered you, letting you kiss his upturned face from above as you wrapped your legs around his waist, both your arms and his circled each other in a tangle of limbs so he could carry you into his bedroom.

The journey, although short, was not easy for Jungkook when he was immersed in your kisses and was hardly able to see where he was going in the semi-darkness. He let out a small grunt when he bumped against the chair where the two of you had draped your graduation robes earlier, but thankfully that was the only injury he suffered before he dropped both of you onto his bed, guffawing as you bounced on the springy mattress. As he slipped his fingers underneath the hem of your skirt, he brought his lips to the shell of your ear to whisper, "I love you."

You sighed happily and muttered, "I love you too," as you lifted your arms so he could tug your dress over your head and toss it onto the floor. The next word was a pleading whisper, "Jungkook," as he attacked your neck again, his hands roaming hungrily all over your body, leaving a trail of fire from your shoulder, to your covered breasts, over your stomach, past the flare of your hips down your legs, and his lips followed soon after, worshiping your form with feather kisses and greedy licks.

His hand slipped behind to the small of your back, the simple gesture making you moan as he lifted your body up to press against his. His other hand took advantage of your arched back to deftly work his fingers to unclasp your bra and soon your breasts were bare for him. The second they were freed from the confines of your bra, his lips immediately latched on to them, sucking hard on the soft flesh, leaving bruises along his wake. As his mouth worked you into a frenzy by suckling on your hardened nipple and his left hand teasing the other, his other set to tug your panties down your legs. It was a bit of a struggle as he refused to tear himself away from your bosom but with your help he managed to pull it off, joining the rest of your clothes on the floor.

It was only then that he detached his lips from your skin to take in the sight of you. "So beautiful," he said again, but so softly you wondered if you were meant to hear it or if he was talking to himself. Even though he had shown his appreciation for your form countless times before, his ravenous eyes still made your cheeks flush, so you pushed him off of you, forcing him to stand as you sat on the edge of the bed.

"You're not being very fair, you know," you teased him and he chuckled, allowing you to unbutton his shirt and slacks, then proceeded to throw the offending clothes off of him. From your position, the bulge in his boxers was staring you right in the face and you couldn't resist cupping it, relishing his moan at the contact. You lifted your chin up to look at him already staring at you with a predatory look in his eyes. The eye contact remained unbroken as you carefully dragged the final piece of clothing down to his ankles so he could kick it off.

His arousal was apparent from his hardened erection, with precum already leaking out of the angry red tip. Keeping your eyes trained against his, your tongue darted out to flick the liquid into your mouth. The hiss that escaped his lips made you grin before you dipped your head down to take him past your lips into the recesses of your mouth. Slowly you worked your way down his length, moving up and down his cock, taking more of it every time you moved downwards until you have taken every inch of him. You could tell that he was refraining from fucking your mouth, knowing that you were fighting your gag reflex in order to swallow him whole.

As a reward for his patience, you started to bob your head on his cock, taking all of him without using your hands, hollowing your cheeks so he could enjoy the suction that your mouth provided. He was clearly enjoying it if his moans were any indication. Your mouth and throat started to hurt but you pushed through, wanting to bring him to orgasm but suddenly he stopped you. Dick still halfway inside your mouth, you looked up at him questioningly but he only shook his head and pulled you the rest of the way up then pushing you back down on the bed gently.

"It's my turn now," he said hoarsely, his rough voice making you shiver with excitement. He dropped to his knees and gently spread your legs, hooking your feet over his shoulders so he had the perfect view of your pussy, which was glistening with your juices. He drank in the vision for a few seconds, but he knew that you would feel self-conscious if he stared for too long, thus he decided to lay your thoughts to rest by diving in between your legs. Your fingers, acting upon reflex, flew to thread through the soft strands of his hair as he licked a strip up your slit all the way to your clit. His experienced tongue explored your folds thoroughly, collecting every drop of your arousal before delving into your wet heat. His hands cupped your ass to keep you in place as he fucked you with his pliable pink muscle. Although your moans were increasing in volume, he knew that it was not enough to make you come. Therefore, he brought his thumb and forefinger to your clit, massaging it gently at first, then, as he felt your thighs shake with the impending orgasm, he lightly pinched the sensitive nub, forcing you off the edge.

His wicked fingers and tongue didn't stop their ministrations, making you cry and buck against his mouth helplessly, riding the waves of your high. It was only when you whined with oversensitivity that he gave up on lapping up all the juices that were flowing from your pussy. Wrapping his arms around you, he shifted you upwards until your head rested against the pillows and the head of his cock took the place of his mouth. He bent down to kiss you lovingly, exploring your mouth while he pushed himself into you. The moans emitted from your throat were swallowed by his mouth as he slowly filled you, then proceeded to thrust into you with excruciating slowness, as if he was trying to make the moment last forever.

However, there was only so much you could take, and soon you were pleading for him to quit the snail's pace. Jungkook was a caring, loving boyfriend, but in bed he was usually rough and assertive, and you loved it. This gentle, teasing man in bed with you was now almost an entirely different person. "Jungkook... faster, please." At first he ignored your pleas, determined to make love to you at a frustrating speed, but after your incessant begging and the squeezing of your walls around his length, he gave up on control, finally picking up his pace. Your cries of satisfaction promptly filled his room, accompanied by loud smacks of skin slapping against skin. He sat up on his knees and pulled your lower body up by your ass to make it easier for him to plow into you.

The angle in which he was pounding into you now allowed him to reach even deeper inside, banging against your sweet spot with every thrust. His sheets were bunched into your fists as you took on his onslaught, the fire inside of you burning brighter until Jungkook stoked it into an inferno that caused your vision to blur into nothing but white. He savoured the breathtaking sight before him; your head tilted back as you screamed his name in ecstasy, back arched to display your trembling breasts in the air, your whole body wracking with the tremors of your orgasm. He would have given anything to stare at you just a little while longer, but the sensation of your inner muscles pulsing and clenching all around his cock was too much for him to bear. A few more thrusts were all he could muster before he allowed his own high to take over, grunting as spurts of his hot seed painted your walls white.

Before he collapsed on top of you, he rolled onto the bed, bringing you with him. You nuzzled your head against his chest, content to stay there for a little while as your racing heartbeats calmed down to a normal rate. Just before you could drift off to sleep, you managed to ask, "What's up with you today? You're being so... romantic all of a sudden."

"Nothing," he said, but you couldn't see the rueful smile on his face. "I just love you so much, that's all."

"You're so silly," you giggled at his antics. "But I love you too."

If you had known that he was going to disappear with the morning, you would have said more than that. You would have begged and done everything you could to make him stay. Alas, you had no power to see the future, so at that moment you only enjoyed the warmth of his embrace, feeling happy and loved.

But that was then. This is now.

Catching yourself before you melt completely in his embrace, you place your hands on his chiseled chest to push him away, breaking the kiss. You try to ignore the fact that the rejection is reluctant, resisting the urge to smash your lips against his and engage in another toe-curling, electrifying kiss. Guilt floods you as your conscience pushes the image of Yoongi to the forefront of your mind, giving you the strength to shove him even further away until he is at arm’s length.

"You should go," you gasp. How does one kiss leave you so breathless?

"I'm sorry," Jungkook whispers, but this time he doesn't sound sorry at all and his apology doesn't rile you up like before. You just want to put as much distance as you can between you and him because clearly you cannot think straight whenever he's around. That's not even considering the effect that he has on you when he kisses you, which leaves your brain completely useless to consider anything other than how amazing his lips feel...

"Please leave," you repeat before you lose control and jump his bones. This isn't right. You have a fiancé, and Yoongi doesn't deserve to be treated like this. "What we had was wonderful, but it was in the past. This is now, and now it's too late for us. I'm with someone else. So please go. Please, Jungkook," you beg brokenly. He finally turns to collect his things and leaves without another word, and although you can feel his eyes on you, you refuse to spare him another glance.

After you hear the door close, you let yourself collapse into your chair with your thumb and forefinger pressing into your temples. Your breaths are coming out in shaky puffs, your heart aches so badly, your guilt is immeasurable, and your thoughts are jumbled and confused. Desperate for some clarity, you fish out your phone from the table and scroll through it until you find the contact that you're looking for. Pressing the phone to your ear, you impatiently listen to the dial tone until it stops when the call is received.

"Mother? We need to talk."

"What is it, dear?"

"Are you home? I have something important to ask you."

"Can't we do this over the phone?"

"No," you insist resolutely.

It takes some persuading, but an hour later you are sitting at the coffee table in your parents' living room with your mother, alone as your father is away on a business trip. You fight back another twinge of guilt when you call Yoongi earlier to cancel tonight's dinner with him with reassurances that you are fine. He is obviously worried about you, and telling him there is nothing wrong when everything is chaotic makes your heart weigh heavy in your chest.

As soon as the maid places a tray of tea and biscuits on the table and leaves, your mother says a little grumpily, "Now, what is so important that you have to force me to stay in like this? I was planning to go out with some friends."

Your hand is trembling as you stir your tea. Maybe you should munch on the biscuits, but your appetite has long gone out the window. Knowing that there is no good way to preface it, you decide to dive right in.

"Do you remember Jungkook?"

The smallest crinkle appears between her eyebrows just long enough for you to catch before her features become smooth again as she pretends to think about it. There is no doubt that she remembers Jungkook, the man you were with for years and was determined to marry. "Yes, I remember him. Why?"

"Did you have something to do with our breakup?"

"Why would you say something like that?" She laughs airily, reaching for a cookie to impress the fact that she is not affected by your interrogation, but you have no mood or the patience to play along with her games.

"Mother, you know how much he meant to me. It has been years since then, don't you think I deserve to know the truth?"

Her resigned sigh is the first indication that she is giving up the pretense in favour of getting this over with as quickly as possible. "Your father may have said something to him the day before your graduation..."

"What did he say?" You prompt.

"Well, dear, you have to understand that our situation was a little difficult back then. Being on good terms with Yoongi's family helped us a lot, and you know how his father adores you..." as she trails off, you feel your heart beat faster with trepidation, dreading where this is going.

"Mother, I am not a naive little girl anymore. I know we could have made it through without help from anyone. Now please tell me, what did Father say to Jungkook? Did you tell him about our slight hiccup in business?"

She snorts derisively at your suggestion. "Of course not. As if he could understand the intricacies of our business."

"Jungkook is not stupid, Mother," your words are seeping with venom at the mounting anger in your chest.

"He is stupid enough to believe that we would have disowned you if you stayed with him!" At the look of utter rage and disbelief on your face, she shrinks back and continues softly, "It took some persuading but we managed to convince him that you deserve a better life than anything that he can offer if we disowned you. As if we would renounce the only child we have."

You are shuddering with extreme anger and pain, your agony so palpable that it makes your mother shift away her eyes with guilt. "His family may not be as rich as ours, but he's not exactly poor. Even if he is, I wouldn't have cared. I would live in poverty if it meant that I can be with him. Mother, do you have any idea how much I love him?" It is getting extremely difficult to keep your voice level now when your throat is so constricted.

"I know. That's why we never told you."

"Mother, you had no right," the last word comes out in a sob, but you can't help it. All these years of inexplicable suffering, blaming Jungkook for it when it was your parents who inflicted the pain upon you. You can't even begin to imagine what he had to go through.

"I know," she reiterates. "I'm truly sorry, y/n. After seeing how devastated you were, I wanted to take it back but by that time he was gone, and no one knew where to find him. If I could go back in time, I would do things differently, but it's too late now."

Although your mother doesn't know that he is back in your life, you clutch your phone in the palm of your hand, wondering the same thing.

The phone containing the message from Jungkook is still burning a hole through your pocket as you dine with Yoongi the next day. So absorbed  in your own thoughts that you fail to notice that Yoongi is being quieter than usual as well. However, after over a quarter of an hour of silence  upon the arrival of your orders, he punctuates the silence over the occasional clinking of fork and spoon.

"You haven't been yourself for a while now," he states his observation carefully.

Biting your lower lip, you consider your words. You have to tell him. He has a right to know. "I do have something to confess, but I don't even know where to begin."

He sets down his spoon to reach across the table and holds your hand, giving you strength. You're thankful for the gesture, yet you still can't form words to explain yourself. Minutes of silence pass without a word exchanged between you two, eyes locked to one another, both still as a statue. Your eyes start to water, you suspect from the intense feelings that you have been struggling with for the past weeks although you wish it is simply the result of staring at him for too long. Never one to be able to stand your tears, he takes pity on you, rubbing comforting circles on the back of your hand with his thumb as he starts with a confession of his own.

"Your mother called me last night."

"Oh?" You're not sure if you should feel irritated or relieved at your meddlesome mother. Hasn't she messed up your life enough? But deep down you know that she's simply worried and she is also aware of the depth of Yoongi's love for you. Perhaps she is trying to send him to cheer you up in her stead. At least you know that he is not completely in the dark about the matter at hand, and that makes things easier for you.

"She told me what happened. It's that guy, Jungkook, isn't it? The guy from the interior designing company."

It amazes you how easily Yoongi puts things together, considering your mother doesn’t know about you working with Jungkook. On second thought, you shouldn't be surprised. While waiting for you on various occasions, he has seen Jungkook coming out of your office and most likely have noticed that your manner has changed around the time Jungkook started working with you. Yoongi is an observant man, especially when it comes to you, so he may have suspected this long before your mother even said anything.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi," you apologise without further elaboration, as you have told him about your ex from college before. "I did my best to keep it professional. I thought I was over him. But now... I don't know."

Yoongi's thumb stopped moving, but he doesn't release your hand. "Do you still love him?"

"It wouldn't be fair to you if I answer that, Yoongi." You choke back a sob and you can see his eyes mist over as well because both of you know the answer to his question.

"Look, y/n," he says, then gulps. It breaks you to see him fight to get the words out. "As much as I love you, I'm also aware that our family ties are the only reason you're sitting here with me."

"No, don't say that," you protest, a tear falling unbidden down your cheek at his statement. "You know I love you a lot, Yoongi."

"But not the way you love him, right?" You lower your head, unable to answer without hurting him even more than you already have. "I've seen the way you look at him, the expression on your face when you think of him. As much as I'd love to be on the receiving end of those looks," he sniggers at himself, "I know it's not your fault. You can't help loving him any more than I can't stop loving you."

Your tears are falling in earnest now, but Yoongi keeps on going. "I'm happy that even though it's clear who you really love, you're still here with me, but frankly, what the hell are you doing here?" The sudden rise in his tone shocks your sobs into pathetic hiccups. "I'm a selfish man, y/n. If you stay, I'll want to keep you with me forever, but how can I be happy when you clearly love someone else? You have to stop wasting your time with me and go to him."

"B-b-but I don't know if he still wants me," you stutter through your splintering whimpers. Yoongi lets out a bark of laughter at that.

"Are you kidding? From the way he stares at you I don't know how he managed to leave you in the first place. That's how I know he must love you a lot to sacrifice himself and let you go," he gives your hand a gentle squeeze before pulling you up. "Now go before I regret making this decision."

"Yoongi... thank you." He gives you a sharp nod, his lips pressed and you know he's fighting to hold back his own tears. "Please don't think that I never loved you. I'm lucky that you love me."

With that, you pull him into a hug, crying into his chest. You hope that you will see him again in the future, but for now, the embrace has an air of finality to it, and you're afraid to let go and venture into the unknown.

However, ten minutes later you're in the back seat of a taxi, rereading the message that Jungkook has sent to you last night for the hundredth time:

'Since the final design of the coffee shop has been finalised, I will transfer the job to another designer. The change may cause some delays with the project, but after the last time we met, it's clear that I am unfit to be around you. It has been great seeing you again, but I'm afraid that 'now' has to stop here. I know you're tired of hearing this, but there's nothing much I can say for myself, except that I meant every word I said. I love you, and I'm truly sorry.'

Yoongi's words help settle the internal battle within yourself, and you force the insecurities out of your mind to dial Jungkook’s number. The phone rings for what seems like an eternity, and you're about to give up when a click alerts you of your call being answered.

"Y/n?" His question is one of mild astonishment.

"Jungkook, where are you now?"

"I'm at home. Why?"

"What's the address?" You shoot him the question without answering his.

Without thinking, he rattles off his address before asking, "Why?" again, but you hang up and repeat the address to the driver who has been circling the block for almost a quarter of an hour, telling him to drive as fast as he can.

Jungkook is already outside his house when you arrive, pacing around the front with a worried expression on his face. He races to get your door before you can even pay the driver, and as the taxi drives off, he cups your face in his large hands, his doe eyes huge as he scans it as if expecting to see signs of an injury. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Jungkook," you answer, placing your hands over his to lower it from your face, but you don't let them go. "Why are you backing away from the project?"

He sighs at that. "As I told you in the message, I can't be around you. I tried to stay professional but it's impossible. Even after years of being apart, I still love you so much. I don't want to come between you and your fiancé, but I can't stand to see you with someone else."

The admission makes your heart soar, but you still need to talk to him about the past. "Why didn't you tell me what my parents said to you instead of just leaving back then? I wouldn't have cared if they disowned me as long as I could have been with you."

Smiling sadly, he says, "I know you'd say that, that's why I didn't say anything. Y/n, you deserve the best that the world can offer, and back then I couldn't give you anything. I don't want you to be miserable because you can't have the things that you're accustomed to having. I realise now that it was naive of me, but all I wanted was the best for you. That's all I still want. When I saw that my company got your project, I insisted on taking it because now I’m in a more secure place. I’m not a fresh graduate with an uncertain future anymore. I wanted to repair our relationship, but it never crossed my mind that you're not just unavailable... You're engaged. I can't ruin your life a second time."

"You're so stupid, Jungkook! I don't know how you got the idea in your head that I'm that materialistic, but those things didn't matter to me then, and they don't matter to me now. The only thing I care about is you, because even after all this, I still love you."

A grin breaks over his face at your confession. "You love me?"

"Yes, you idiot!"

"What about your fiancé?" The reminder that as far as he knows, you're not single has his expression falling again.

"He let me go."

"He what?!"

You nod your confirmation. "He let me go, so I can come back to you. So..." You can't help but grasp his hands tighter as you nervously continue, "Do you still want me?"

The tears that are trailing down his cheeks, like yours, are of pure happiness. "Do you even have to ask?"