#jin ff

You shuffle back on the sofa, cozying into the pillows behind you, ready to aimlessly scroll on your phone for a while.

A sudden loud thump, followed by a hissing sound and cursing makes you almost drop your cup. God damn, you almost spilt the matcha on yourself and the couch. The noise undoubtedly comes from your next-door neighbor. You would have strangled Jin had he made you soil your new cushions.

He was actually the one to put you on to the strawberry matcha. Jin’s always in for a fruity treat, never one to care about being judged for his ‘girly’ drink choices. Just yesterday he knocked on your door, as you were getting ready to go out with some girlfriends, to borrow some of your strawberry mush. With a pout and a big sigh too, as if he’d die weren’t you to provide him with the missing ingredient for his matcha. Jin is big on dramatics, that’s also why hanging out with him is always a fun time. You think he might actually implode if he doesn’t do anything dumb for a few minutes.

So, what the hell is he doing now, causing all this ruckus on a sunny Saturday afternoon?

Jin’s voice keeps thundering through your shared wall. “Fuck, fuck, shit, no!” you hear him yelling. Well, now you’re worried. Did he hurt himself?

You sigh and put your drink on the coffee table, already mourning the relaxing day you had planned to enjoy. With urgency in your step, you hurry out of your door, not even bothering to put on shoes. You know Jin never locks his door when he’s home, a habit you’ve scolded him for multiple times. Now though, you are glad about it as you fling open his front door.

“Jin? Are you alright? What the fuck?” you call out.

“Kitchen!” he just yells in reply, and you scurry further into his apartment, following the loud clamor.

Your worry immediately dissolves into incredulous laughter when you spot Jin. He’s on his knees in front of the open cupboard under his sink. The pipe is spraying water all over him with the pressure of a fucking fire hose.

“What the hell did you do?” you ask him, still snickering. He looks up at you, obviously trying to glare at you for laughing at his misery, but you can tell that there’s a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. Even in the worst situations imaginable, Jin is always keeping his spirits high. You always admired this about him, his endless optimism.

“Grab my sweater from the table,” he pleads, kneeling there in the relentless spray of his sink pipes, in a white shirt and some light blue cotton boxers.

Not trying to draw out his troubles, you move to take the hoodie that’s slung over the back of one of the dining chairs. Turning back to Jin, he waves you down to the floor next to him. You crouch and put the sweater towards the leaking pipe, trying to stop the fountain of water. The fucking cold water you realize as the stream hits you, immediately soaking your clothes. You shriek and now it’s Jin who’s laughing.

“The drain was blocked, I just tried to check what the problem was,” he chuckles while wiping his wet hair out of his face with the back of his hand.

“Did you empty the coffee grounds in the sink again?” you immediately accuse him. “I’ve told you not to do that!” This is not the first time his kitchen sink is mysteriously clogged. 

“I might have,” he admits with a sheepish smile. You snort and lean towards him to nudge him with your shoulder, hands occupied trying to unsuccessfully stop the water from leaking. You are basically sitting in a puddle by now and the hoodie around the pipe is already soaked through as well.

Jin is now scrambling to get up from the floor, moving to finally turn off the kitchen’s water supply. You slump your shoulders in defeat, feeling useless as you cover the leak with the dripping sweater, but you’re huffing out a laugh while doing so. This is not how you imagined - or hoped - your weekend to go.

Suddenly, the water stops flowing and you sit back on your heels with a relieved sigh.

You hear footsteps and when you turn, Jin is standing in the kitchen door, scratching his neck. Now that the chaos has come to a stop, you finally look at him properly for the first time. He’s just standing there, water dripping off his body. Your eyes start to wander further down, from the dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead, to his chest, where the white t-shirt is clinging to him, at this point completely see through from the involuntary shower. Damn, when did Jin start working out for his body to look like this? Absent-mindedly, you start nibbling on your bottom lip as your gaze lands on his very defined v-line, uncovered as the shirt has ridden up a little, revealing the skin above his boxers. When your eyes roam even further down, you gulp, almost choking on your own saliva. You can basically see his whole dick through the wet fabric, calling it an outline would be the understatement of the year. And dear god, is that one hell of a dick. Fuck, get a grip. You try to snap yourself out of ogling Jin when you start to imagine what his cock would be like hard if it’s already this impressive soft.

You shake your head to get rid of the thought and return your gaze to Jin’s face. 

The corner of his mouth is pulled up into a smirk and you can tell he caught you drooling over his body.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he pouts and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “At least take me on a date first, Jesus.” His fake frown only lasts a second - Jin was never good at keeping a straight face - before he chuckles. 

You know he’s not actually offended but you’re still embarrassed, even though he managed to draw a little giggle from you with his dumb comment. 

You drop your gaze to the puddle you’re kneeling in, mumbling more to yourself than him while doing so. 

“Well, why’d you have to walk in here all indecent and wet?”

“You’re one to talk.” His reply makes you lift your head to find his eyes, not immediately grasping what he’s getting at now. 

And, oh. He’s staring right back at you. With his mouth slightly agape, he’s eyeing you up and down. A cold shiver runs down your spine and suddenly you are very aware of what you are wearing. A white flowy dress. Which is not so flowy anymore in its wet state - it’s clinging to your curves instead now.  Why, of all days, did you have to wear white today? With horror, you remember that you are also not wearing a bra. You look down to your tits and find your nipples sticking straight out through the translucent fabric, hardened from the cold. A bead of water is currently running down between your breasts and Jin's gaze is unabashedly following it. 

With heat spreading up from your neck to your cheeks, you clumsily get up from your kneeling position. When you lock eyes with Jin for a moment, the tip of his tongue slips out and licks a droplet of water from his lip that’s dripped off his hair. You feel a familiar tightening in your abdomen and look away in shame, mortified by the fact that all it took for you to be turned on by your neighbor of 8 months was a leaking pipe. Maybe you should have listened to your friends and downloaded a dating app after your last relationship because this is ridiculous. 

“Um, you should probably mop up this mess,” you mutter as you get up and try to move past Jin, your head lowered, eyes trained towards the floor. Well, he definitely should, because after just three steps, you slip in the puddle on the tiles and stumble until arms wrap around you and keep you from falling on your ass.

“You okay?” you hear Jin’s soft voice close to your ear. When the adrenaline of the almost-fall wears off, you find yourself pressed against him, his arms around your back holding you close.

Your breasts are squished against Jin’s chest and one of his legs ended up being wedged between yours. His heartbeat is synced to yours, going fast and hard.

“Yeah,” you breathe out with your forehead resting against his shoulder. “I’m fine.” Neither you nor Jin make any effort to move. It’s as if time has frozen and you’re stuck in his embrace, turning your cold and clammy bodies warm again.

His breath is fanning over the side of your face with each exhale and when you finally turn your head up to face Jin, he is, once again, already looking at you. This time, a shy smile is painted across his face. An unusual sight for you, but to be fair, the whole situation is new territory. Yes, you’ve hugged before, but only quickly and mostly in greeting or to say goodbye. You’ve never been flush against his body without an inch of space between you. You are very aware of the thigh between your legs too, applying slight pressure to your groin. It’s making your stomach flutter with each tiny movement of his leg as you’re standing there, holding on to each other. Consciously fighting the urge to rut against his thigh, you blink up at him through your lashes as one of his hands moves from your lower back up to your face and he pushes your hair behind your ear.

“You’re pretty when you’re flustered,” he whispers, his fingers still softly resting against your jaw. You could swear his leg moves against you with more intent as you feel your cheeks heat up at his words. Feeling shy, you nuzzle your face into the space where his shoulder meets his neck.

Not letting you evade his eyes, he gently lifts your head up again, cupping your face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks quietly, looking down at you.

All you manage is a nod.

When he bends down and his lips meet yours, the fluttering in your stomach intensifies and you sigh against him. Jin is softly slotting your lips together, the pads of his fingers caressing your cheek. He’s humming when you catch his bottom lip between your teeth and tug carefully. His tongue slips out and traces your lips, before licking into your mouth to meet the tip of your own tongue. It’s a sweet kiss, unhurried, but it has you in a frenzy nonetheless. 

Your hands are holding on to Jin’s sides when his own palm moves to the back of your neck and the arm around your waist pulls you against him harder. You unintentionally rub over his thigh with your crotch when he presses you to him and you whimper into the kiss, surprised by the sensation. Your reaction has an obvious effect on Jin as he immediately licks into you with more urgency. His digits slowly wander down from your back to the curve of your ass. He doesn’t quite squeeze but firmly rests his hand there with splayed fingers.

At this point, you can feel Jin all over your body. He’s pressed into all your sensitive parts and your body is about to go up in flames. You can’t hold back and your hips start moving on their own accord, seeking stimulation where you need it most. Your obvious excitement isn’t lost on him. You can feel his mouth twist into a grin and his hand snakes down further and under the moist fabric of your dress. He properly grips the flesh of your ass now as if to guide your movement. His dick is twitching against your right leg, slowly filling out.

That’s when Jin breaks the kiss and pulls away from you a little.

“Are you alright with this?” he asks you with slight uncertainty in his eyes.

The sight is making you giggle. It’s not like you were just humping his leg from how horny he’s got you by just making out.

“Am I giving you the impression I’m not?” you ask him grinning with your head cocked to the side.

He just huffs out a laugh and you get up on your toes to catch his mouth in another kiss while he’s kneading your ass cheeks with both of his hands now. After a moment of your mouths tangled and bodies rubbing against each other, he peels away, breathing heavily.

“Let’s move out of this mess,” he smiles and playfully slaps your butt to get you moving into the direction of his bedroom.

With your naked feet you carefully trudge through the water still all over the kitchen tiles, producing squelching sounds with each of your steps. It’s making you laugh for some reason, your head feels airy and you giggle like a teenager as Jin leads you through the apartment.

Once inside the bedroom, he grabs your hand and spins you around, so you are back in his arms. He walks you towards the bed while placing kisses all over your face, neck and shoulders. When the back of your legs hit the bedframe, you go to plop down on the mattress but Jin stops you by picking you up with his arms under your thighs. He turns around and sits down himself, placing you in his lap in the process.

With your knees on either side of Jin’s legs, you grind down immediately, making Jin groan and fall back. His fingers are pressing into your sides while you roll your hips, gliding over Jin’s now hard cock still confined by his boxers. You giggle again, elated by the fact that he’s already so unraveled too. 

You remember your wet dress in that moment and lift it up and over your head, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Your initial coyness has completely dissipated. Although this is far from a normal situation between you, you feel at ease with Jin. The fact that the horniness is mutual might have played a part in that.

“Fuck,” you hear him breathe out from under you and when you look down, you see that he’s propped up on his elbows, watching. With his eyes darkened by hunger, he comes back up and catches one of your nipples in his mouth. You lift up on your knees to give him better access. His tongue is flicking over your hardened nub and he sucks before releasing your tit with a plop to kiss up your neck again, now gently rolling your nipple between his fingers instead. You bite back a whimper, but apparently you’re not doing a good job as you hear Jin tease you from where he’s attached to you. 

“You’re gonna be all shy now? I'd love the feedback.”

You groan, but as his tongue runs over the skin of your throat and he latches on to mark you with bruises straight after, you erupt into goosebumps and finally let out a high-pitched whine. You are going crazy between the soft and harsh sensations, impatience gradually building up until you can’t take it anymore and you push Jin back down into the mattress.

Before you settle in his lap again, you grind down hard just once, eliciting a low moan, a stark contrast to his airy laugh from just a few minutes ago in the kitchen. Your fingers grip on to the moist fabric of his shirt and you slide it up until his stomach and chest are bare. You could already make out his abs through the white top earlier, but now, out in the open, the sight is making saliva gather in your mouth. With your gaze trained on his skin, your fingers splay across his torso, feeling the taught muscles beneath your touch. Your index finger traces from his abs to the line that’s leading from his side down into his boxers. It’s so fucking hot, you’ve always loved a good v-line and Jin’s is absolutely driving you insane currently.

His breath hitches when you don’t stop at the waistband of his underwear but instead start to peel it off of him while moving from his lap to get down on the ground between his legs. He lifts his hips up to help you pull the clingy fabric down his thighs until his dick slaps up against his stomach. Dear. God. That is the biggest cock you’ve seen in your life. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear Jin chuckle at the sight of you drooling over his dick with your mouth agape.

“Before you ask - no, I don’t need a license for that.” 

He shuts right up though when you wrap your hand around his shaft, not wasting a second. You tug once before letting a big bead of spit drip down on the tip of his dick where it’s mixing with the precum already pooling there. You spread the slick around with your thumb, easing the glide of your palm when you start to slowly pump him. With each flick of your wrist Jin huffs out quiet hisses.

His dick looks so damn delicious between your fingers that you can’t resist leaning in and licking at the head. Jin’s thighs tense up when you suck the tip of his cock into your mouth. You let your tongue swirl through his slit before carefully lowering yourself down on his length. There’s no way you’re getting him all the way in. You get about halfway down his shaft before you feel your gag reflex kick in so you move back up. His hands are gripping the sheets as you bob your head up and down. Just as you’re getting a good rhythm going, his fingers tangle in your hair and he gently peels you off his cock.

You look up at him, a string of saliva still connecting your mouth to his dick and he mutters out curse words at the sight.

“Come back up here,” he directs you and takes your hand to help you up the bed. You move to straddle him again, but once you’re on top of him, he grabs your hips and rolls you off his body onto your back.

He is sitting back on his heels next to you, his eyes roaming over your body.

“Beautiful,” he whispers before leaning over you and catches your mouth in a kiss. While his tongue is gliding against yours, he comes up on top of you, one knee between your spread legs and one of his hands finds its way between your thighs. His fingertips are trailing the seams of your panties, just ghosting over the soft skin where your pussy meets your inner thighs. You whine against his lips, you can’t take the teasing touches.

“P-Please,” you stutter.

“Hm?” he hums into another kiss, his fingers still not where you need them.

“Jin, please,” you almost beg. You can’t be arsed to think about how pathetic you sound; your composure has long crumbled to dust by now. “Touch me.” It comes out in nothing but a whisper, but it’s enough for Jin to finally comply.

His fingers press into your clothed pussy, the fabric is pushed in between your folds by the movement. Jin hums when he feels your arousal seeping through it. 

“Did I make you so wet or was it the sink?” he wonders while his fingers rub up and down your labia, feeling the slick that’s soaked through your panties. “You’re dripping.”

He shuffles back to remove your underwear, lifting your legs up to slide them off and discard them on the floor. He places a soft kiss on your calf before lowering your feet back to the mattress. The shirt still bunched up at his chest follows suit as he slips out of it and throws it to the side.

Jin pushes your legs up into a bent position and spreads them with his hands on your knees. He gazes at your exposed pussy with droopy lids and blown pupils. “I want to taste you so bad,” he exhales before his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip. “Can I?”

“Yes, please,” you mutter and rest your head on the mattress as he leans in closer to your core. Your hand finds the back of his head while he slips his arms under your legs to pull you towards his face. It sends sparks through your body when his soft lips finally make contact with your pussy. He buries his face in your heat, his nose brushing against your pubic mound as he immediately licks between your folds. His tongue drags from your entrance up to your clit, not quite focusing on it yet though. He’s savoring the taste of your arousal, eating you out as if you were the juiciest fruit he’s ever gotten his mouth on to. He moans into your body while he’s working his tongue. He’s not in a rush to leave his place between your thighs anytime soon it seems. All you can do is gasp each time he makes contact with your clit, as he keeps increasing the pressure before finally giving all his attention to your most sensitive spot. He’s switched to harder flicks now, dragging you close to the edge with each pass.

With one hand in his hair and the other gripping the blanket you’re lying on, the coil in your abdomen finally snaps and your legs press close around his head, trembling. Your voice comes out in a high-pitched shaky moan as your back arches off the bed. Jin doesn’t stop until you basically melt into a puddle under his mouth. He detaches from your pussy just as you start to get overstimulated and moves back up to your face, caging your head in with his arms. He kisses you swiftly, before lifting himself back up.

“See how sweet you taste?” he asks you, looking down at you fondly.

Heat rises up your face and you have to avert your eyes, but you still reach up to stroke his arm next to your head.

Your eyes fall to Jin’s hard cock twitching between your bodies and your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Need you inside me,” you whisper, not quite meeting his gaze.

“Okay,” he breathes against your neck, leaving another trail of kisses down to your tits. He flicks his tongue over both of your nipples before he sits back up on his heels.

One of his hands is caressing your thigh, the other wraps around his cock and strokes a couple times before he reaches for his nightstand and fishes out a condom.

XXL, you can make out on the foil. Well, shouldn’t be a surprise, but it still makes you giggle in excitement. You can’t wait to find out how he feels inside you. Your pussy throbs, just as impatient as you are, so you grab for his leg, trying to urge him to hurry up.

He rips the packet open with his teeth and rolls the rubber over his length before giving it another tug. His eyes are locked on where he lines his cock up with your entrance then and he curses under his breath as he slowly watches it sink into you.

Without any prep, you feel your pussy stretch around him with every inch entering you and you whimper. 

“Hurts?” he asks you when he notices your scrunched up face and halts his movement.

“A little,” you huff. “But in a good way. Keep going.”

Jin nods and you can tell he’s going slower than before, but he keeps pushing into you until he feels the resistance of your cervix and backs up an inch. He stills for a moment, looking into your eyes for any signs of discomfort. He pulls out a little before thrusting back in slowly. It’s a delicious drag against your inner walls as he goes in and out, the feeling eliciting moans from you each time. 

He is biting his lip while watching his cock disappear inside you with every pump until he finally picks up pace and he falls forwards, head lowered now as he grunts synced with his thrusts. 

You lock your hands behind his neck and your legs are wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

It doesn’t take long until his movements start to go a bit choppy and his breathing increases in speed. He sits back up again and places his hand on your lower abdomen. When your own palm follows his to your stomach, your eyes go wide. You can actually feel his cock bulging out from inside you. You press against it, making Jin lose his rhythm for a moment as he huffs out swear words again. You let your hand rest there, stunned by the new sensation. His thumb finds your clit and he rubs in tight circles that immediately make you clench around his cock. You didn’t realize how close to another orgasm you were already until his touch sends bolts of electricity through you.

You meet his thrusts with a lift of your ass, pressing yourself into his hand harder in the process as well. All you can feel is Jin, Jin, Jin. All over you, in you, even protruding from your insides. The room is filled with the nasty sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans and grunts meddled together as he fucks into you. He’s going harder now, but you can tell he’s still trying to be careful. You wish he’d just let go. You could take it, you are sure.

“Gonna come,” he warns you before his hips start to stutter as his head shoots up with his eyes squeezed shut. His mouth hangs open as he releases inside you, every spurt of cum accompanied by loud, broken moans echoing through the room.

You look at him unraveling on top of you and the sight takes you over the edge too. With a gasp your pussy throbs, milking Jin through his own orgasm as you whimper, his thumb still brushing over your clit, dragging out your bliss. You throw your head back, panting, all your limbs tingling and twitching, just as Jin is on top of you, his orgasm slowly ebbing down. He finally collapses, his arms giving out, but he’s careful not to crush you, so he plops down next to you on his side. His chest is heaving as you turn to look at his blissed-out face. You reach out to stroke his cheek softly and he sighs into the touch.

He throws his arm around your middle after pulling off the condom to tie it and put it aside.

“Cuddle?” he asks you with a tired smile. 

“Yeah,” you let yourself melt into his embrace and turn to face him. You feel him go slack against you, sighing happily. Blissful exhaustion starts to wash over you and your eyes slowly blink shut. 

You doze off for a few minutes and when you open your eyes again, you nudge Jin’s shoulder with your forehead.

“Hey,” you wake him up. “We still have to deal with the mess in your kitchen.”

“Way to ruin the mood,” Jin pouts and then suddenly starts chuckling as if he’s just thought of something.

You turn your head up to raise an eyebrow at him before rolling onto your back.

“This is like the plot of the cheesiest porn ever,” he chortles. “Next time I’ll get stuck in the dryer I guess.”

You swat at him, but you can’t deny that he’s absolutely right. And you’d like a next time, you decide for yourself.

“You know what I’m in the mood for?” Jin suddenly asks, ripping you from your thoughts.

“What?” you ask him, smiling up at the ceiling.

“Strawberry matcha.” Jin sighs in content before he leans up on his elbow and looks down at your face. “You have some puree left?”

Masterlist

"Ta-da!"

Hoseok’s bright voice cut through the low hum of the jazz music as he slid two glasses of expensive whiskey onto the table. Sitting down across from Jin, Hoseok’s cheerful expression faltered when he noticed the dead weight of the silence hanging over his friend.

"What's gotten into you? Why are you so quiet?" Hoseok paused, his eyes narrowing in realization. "Oh, wait... Y/N. Why did she come to the office today?"

Jin visibly flinched at the mention of your name, his grip tightening around his glass.

Hoseok didn't miss the sudden tension locking up Jin's body. He set his drink down, his playful demeanor completely vanishing. He looked at his best friend, who suddenly looked more lost than he had in two years. The last time Jin had this look in his eyes was when his engagement had fallen apart in a spectacular corporate mess. And now, it was back.

"Jin?" Hoseok called out, his voice lowering.

"She’s pregnant," Jin said bluntly, his voice raw. He didn't look up as he added, "With my child."

Before Hoseok could even process the words, Jin lifted his glass and chugged down the burning, strong alcohol in one swallow.

Hoseok’s hand froze halfway to Jin’s shoulder, slowly retreating as the gravity of the confession hit him. "Holy shit..."

"I don't know what to do." Jin buried his face in his palms, his shoulders dropping under a sudden, invisible weight.

"What did you tell her...?" Hoseok asked cautiously.

"Nothing." Jin let out a weary, bitter sigh, his voice muffled by his hands. "I just told her I needed time. I must have sounded like a total coward."

Hoseok clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. "You want the baby, right?"

Jin snapped his head up, his dark eyes flashing with offense. "Of course I do! Do I look like someone who would kill an innocent baby just to cover up my own mistake?" Annoyed and anxious, he poured himself another glass, taking a heavy sip.

"Then you should have told her that, Hyung," Hoseok said firmly. "She must be thinking you're running away right now."

"I am scared too!" Jin burst out, the polished, unbothered CEO persona completely disintegrating. "This wasn't in the plan!"

Hoseok shook his head, looking at him with deep sympathy. "You’re scared? Not more than her, Hyung. She’s the one actually carrying the child. Her hormones are probably driving her crazy right now. She’s a middle-class woman, Jin—she doesn't have a safety net like you do. She’s probably sitting alone overthinking every terrifying possibility of being a single mother as we speak."

Hoseok’s words hit Jin like a physical blow. The image of your pale, tear-stained face and your trembling hands flashed vividly in his mind.

Jin stayed silent for a tense second before abruptly pulling his phone from his blazer pocket. His fingers flew across the screen, the glowing light illuminating the sheer determination breaking through his panic.

Jin: Hey. This is Jin. Can we talk tomorrow?

He hit send before he could overthink it.

Hoseok watched him, a soft, approving smile finally returning to his face. He reached over and patted Jin's back firmly. "Own it up like the man you are. I know my friend. You're better than this."

Jin let out a long, shaky breath, staring at the sent message. "I don't know a single shit about parenthood, Hoseok."

"Then learn with her," Hoseok shrugged, his tone casual but his eyes offering the steady comfort his panicking friend desperately needed. "It's not like she has a manual either.”

The reply never came.

Jin had spent the entire night staring at his phone, waiting for the glowing screen to light up with your name, but it remained stubbornly dark.

He had tried giving you space, convincing himself that you just needed time to process everything. But by the next afternoon, the silence became too heavy to bear. He finally dialed your number, only for the cold, automated voice to inform him that your phone was switched off.

Panic, sharp and immediate, had overridden his caution. After practically demanding your studio address from a thoroughly amused Hoseok—who had gotten it from Sana—Jin found himself behind the wheel, navigating away from the polished corporate districts of Seoul.

Hokori Studio.

Jin pulled his car up to the curb, his eyes tracking the sign. Cute. The name was written in a bubbly, rounded Japanese-style font. The building itself wasn't grand or imposing like Onyx Entertainment; it was modest, cozy, and framed by warm brick and large windows that let the afternoon sun pour inside.

Taking a steadying breath, Jin pushed the glass door open and stepped in.

The ground floor felt entirely different from his own sterile corporate empire. A handful of minimalist desks were scattered across the room, where four young designers were clustered together, reviewing sketches and laughing like old friends. The air smelled faintly of fresh coffee and paper.

Jin halted just inside the entryway, his eyes sweeping over the space. The interior was undeniably you—soft textures, pastel mood boards clipped neatly to wire grids on the walls, and strings of warm fairy lights adding a gentle glow to the corners.

"Oh... so handsome," Yejin muttered under her breath, her jaw dropping slightly as she spotted the stranger standing in their doorway.

Hyunwoo was the first to snap out of his daze, quickly standing up from his chair. "Hello. Welcome to Hokori. How can we help you today? Are you here to—"

"I'm here to meet Y/N," Jin interrupted swiftly.

The four designers exchanged wide, stunned glances. In all the time they had worked here, no man had ever come to the studio looking for their boss. Especially not a man who looked like this—dressed in a devastatingly expensive, tailored suit, radiating an effortless aura of wealth and power.

"Ah. She's upstairs," Hyunwoo said, pointing a finger toward the open staircase at the back.

Jin gave a tight, polite nod. "Thank you."

As he climbed the stairs, the space opened up into a vast, sunlit loft that served as the main workshop. Unlike the neat, organized chaos below, this floor was a battlefield of creativity. Dozens of fabric samples, wood finishes, and tile swatches were piled in the corners. Large blueprint sheets were sprawled haphazardly across a massive central table.

And there you were.

Your back was turned to the stairs, your body bent slightly over the table as you carefully inspected a textured material sheet, completely absorbed in your work.

"Y/N-shii!" Hyunwoo’s voice preceded Jin, carrying a distinctly playful, teasing undertone up the stairs. "You have a visitor!"

You turned around instantly, a color palette ring clutched tightly in your hand. The words of greeting died on your tongue. Your breath hitched, sticking painfully in your throat as your eyes locked onto Jin.

He stood just by the entrance of the loft, his hands tucked loosely into his trouser pockets. The commanding, unapproachable CEO from yesterday was gone; in his place was a man whose dark eyes held a distinct, vulnerable hesitation as he looked across the room at you.

Jin cleared his throat, the sound slightly awkward in the quiet studio. "I called you..."

Your heart did a frantic flutter against your ribs. You immediately rushed over to your desk, digging through your bag until your fingers wrapped around your phone.

"Ah... I... I switched it off," you stammered, holding the dark screen up as proof before looking at him nervously. "I just... wanted to stay away from my phone for a bit." Away from social media, away from the world, away from the crippling fear of his rejection.

Jin nodded, his expression softening with a hint of understanding. "Let's... go?" He gestured vaguely toward the stairs. "To talk?"

You nodded instantly, desperate to escape the curious eyes of your team. "There's a cafe... just down the street."

"Sounds good," Jin murmured.

As you both headed down the stairs, you caught sight of all four of your employees—plus the intern who had seemingly materialized out of nowhere—were huddled near the bottom step, blatantly trying to eavesdrop on your conversation.

The moment your boots clicked on the wooden steps, they scattered like a flock of startled birds, suddenly becoming intensely interested in blank computer screens and random swatches of fabric.

You cleared your throat, trying to maintain your dignity. "I'm going out for a short break," you announced to the room. None of them looked up, but you could practically feel their burning curiosity radiating off them as you guided Jin out the front door.

The moment you stepped onto the sidewalk, your eyes landed on his sleek, black Ferrari parked right in front of your modest studio. The car practically screamed extreme wealth, its polished chassis gleaming under the afternoon sun.

You quickly looked away, a bitter, icy lump forming in your throat. He's rich. Unrealistically rich.

The cruel thoughts from last night crept back into your mind. Why would a man who drives a car like that want anything to do with a sudden, unplanned pregnancy? What if he was just taking you to this cafe to slide a check across the table and tell you to disappear?

The walk was painfully quiet. Neither of you spoke a word, the heavy silence between you stretched thin as you covered the short distance to the cafe.

When you reached the entrance, Jin stepped ahead, smoothly grabbing the handle and holding the glass door open for you.

The cafe was practically empty, saving you from any unwanted stares. The only sound was the soft rustle of the barista wiping down the counter. "No one really comes here a lot," you blurted out, instantly wondering why you had even bothered to share that random piece of information.

Jin just hummed, his mind clearly preoccupied as he guided you to a quiet booth in the back. Once you were both settled across from each other, the waiter approached, and Jin instinctively glanced at the menu. "Just a coffee for me, and—"

"What do you want...?" Jin paused, turning his eyes to you to let you finish the order.

You hesitated, your fingers twisting the strap of your bag under the table. Your stomach gave a warning flutter just at the mention of the word. "Can you order... something else? I don't do well with coffee since... since the pregnancy."

Jin was taken aback for a fraction of a second, the reality of the situation hitting him all over again in the smallest, most practical way. His eyes softened, a flicker of guilt crossing his features before he immediately turned back to the waiter.

"Cancel the coffee," Jin said softly. "We'll take two fresh fruit juices instead. Thank you.”

A heavy, stifling awkwardness settled over the table. The fresh juices sat completely untouched between you, condensation slowly pooling at the base of the glasses. Outside, a soft wind rustled the trees, and as a draft slipped through the cafe's door, you shivered. The early November air was turning sharp, biting right through your thin clothes.

Before you could even rub your arms for warmth, Jin was already moving. He smoothly slipped off his heavy, tailored wool coat and held it out to you.

"It's alright, I'm fine—" you began, instinctively waving your hands.

"You need it," he insisted, his tone gentle but leaving absolutely no room for argument.

Hesitantly, you took the coat, draping the expensive fabric over your shoulders. It was warm, completely enveloping you in his scent—a subtle blend of rich cedarwood and clean linen. A tiny, faint smile touched Jin's lips as he sat back, watching you settle into the warmth.

"Did you visit the hospital yet?" he asked, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

"N-no," you stammered, suddenly finding the colorful straw in your drink deeply fascinating. You began to nervously stir the juice.

"Then we'll make an appointment for this evening," he said, his voice steadying as he took charge. He was forcing himself to sound confident, repeating a mantra in his head, You can't be weak right now. Be reliable.

"You really should get a proper check-up..."

You lifted your head, staring at him in sheer disbelief. Your heart did a strange, hopeful flip. Did this mean...

"You want the baby?" you blurted out, the question escaping your lips before you could stop it.

Jin instantly leaned forward across the table, his posture filled with a sudden, fierce urgency. "You don't want the baby?"

"I obviously want the baby!" you countered immediately, your voice rising in defensive instinct. Without even thinking, you placed a protective hand over your stomach. It was still entirely flat, yet an overwhelming, fierce wave of maternal maternal instinct washed over you. You already loved the tiny life growing inside you.

Hearing your words, the tense line of Jin's shoulders visibly relaxed.

"I want the baby too," he said softly, a heavy wave of sincerity in his voice. "And I'm so sorry if I looked like a coward yesterday when you told me. I was... I was just incredibly shocked. And," he let out a weary, honest sigh, "I needed a moment to compose myself."

A sudden pang of guilt hit your chest. You felt terrible for badmouthing him in your head, for instantly assuming the worst of his character just because of his wealth. You had truly believed he would try to buy his way out of responsibility.

"No... I... I can understand," you whispered, looking down at your hands. "It took me almost a week just to compose myself and gather enough courage to come and tell you."

"It's been a whole week since you found out?" Jin asked, his eyebrows snapping together in surprise. "And you haven't been to a hospital yet?" He shook his head, setting his drink down firmly. "Y/N, that's not good. You need to be taken care of."

Pulling his phone from his pocket, his fingers flew across the screen with purpose. "I'm going to pull some strings and get us an appointment immediately. We'll go together."

Together.

The word echoed in your mind, sweet and grounding. You weren't a single mother facing the terrifying dark alone anymore. You had him.

°

The bustling hospital lobby blurred around you in a haze of motion. Doctors in crisp white coats hurried past, nurses wheeled equipment through the wide corridors, and patients filled the waiting areas. It was overwhelming. The sheer scale of the building—with its towering glass atrium and pristine, state-of-the-art facilities—practically screamed high-end private healthcare.

Jin guided you forward, his presence steady and unbothered by the chaos.

Panic suddenly flared in your chest as you looked around at the luxury of the facility. You tugged slightly at his sleeve, slowing your steps. "Uh... maybe we should go to another hospital? I really don't think I can afford to pay the bills here. It looks very—"

"Why are you paying the bills?" Jin interrupted smoothly.

He didn't even pause. Before you could process his words, his hand slipped down to wrap firmly around yours. His grip was warm and steady, pulling you along with a gentle but unyielding insistence that made your heart skip a beat.

You blinked in utter confusion, staring down at your intertwined fingers, then up at his broad shoulders as he led you deeper into the clinic.

He didn't let go of your hand until you were called into the examination room.

The check-up went by in a blur of sterile smells and soft, clicking machinery. The doctor was incredibly gentle, walking you through everything while Jin stood quietly by the bedside, both of you watched little tiny life growing inside you on the screen. you saw Jin’s shoulders stiffen. He didn't say a word, but the sheer intensity in his gaze told you everything. The reality of it was finally settling in for both of you.

After the examination, the doctor smiled warmly and sent you both out to the reception desk to finalize the paperwork and prenatal scheduling.

A nurse with a kind, professional smile handed Jin a clipboard. "Just need you to fill out the emergency contact and patient information details here, please."

Jin took the pen, quickly writing down your name and his own contact information with practiced ease. But halfway down the page, his pen suddenly hovered over a small, blank box.

The nurse glanced up, noticing his hesitation. "Ah, just right there, sir. What is your relationship to the patient?"

The question hung heavily in the air.

An immediate, suffocating dilemma wrapped around the two of you. You froze, your breath catching in your throat as you looked at Jin.

What were you?

You weren't dating. You definitely weren't married. You were two people who had shared one unforgettable night, bounded together by a sudden, beautiful accident. If he wrote 'acquaintance' or 'friend,' it felt cold, almost wrong given the tiny heartbeat you had both just listened to.

Your silence stretched on for a beat too long, the awkwardness creeping back into the space.

Jin’s gaze flicked from the paper to you. He took in the slight anxious twist of your fingers and the pale tint still lingering on your cheeks. He didn't hesitate for long.

Lowering his pen to the paper, he wrote down the words in a neat, decisive script.

"Wife," Jin said softly, his voice steady as he looked up at the nurse, completely deadpan.

Your heart practically stopped. Your jaw dropped slightly, your eyes widening in sheer, unadulterated shock as you stared at him.

Wife?!

Before you could even formulate a single syllable to protest or question him, Jin calmly handed the clipboard back to the stunned nurse. He turned his gaze to you, his expression softening just a fraction as he noticed your wide-eyed panic.

"I'm going to grab you a bottle of water," he murmured gently, acting as if he hadn't just dropped a casual bombshell on your entire life. "Sit down and rest."

Without waiting for your response, he turned on his heel and walked toward the vending machines down the hall, leaving you standing there with a racing heart and a face that was rapidly burning bright red.

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He wants to argue otherwise.

But the words catch in his throat like thorns. Because maybe . . . she’s right. Maybe he’s known that for a long time now, and he just couldn’t face it. Or maybe he just has been a fucking coward that he not only kept hammering his own heart, but subconsciously squeezed hers too till they both were suffocating.

“It’s her.“ Jihyo swallows hard, voice trembling, “It has always been her. You love her. And I was just-“ She lets out a bitter laugh. “I was just a placeholder. A timepass.“

“No-“ His voice cracks, despite his futile attempt to not do so. “That’s not . . Jihyo-“

But even as he says it, he feels the guilt carving into him, cold and deep; like an icicle stabbing right on the throb of his heart. He feels the stab, and surrenders to the chair with his hands burying his head.

“I didn’t. . I didn’t mean to, Jihyo. . I thought. .“ his voice shakes, and Seokjin doesn’t even try to hide it. Nothing really anymore can hide anything, to be honest. There was nothing to hide honestly. . if you squinted hard enough.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he says, voice cracking painfully. “You have to believe me, Jihyo. I. . . I really liked being with you. I liked you. I just. . . ” He drags a hand down his face, words dissolving into the rain. “I just couldn’t give you the part of me that was already hers. And I hate myself for not realising it sooner. For making you think that you were anything less than important.”

“I’m.. I’m so sorry. . . .“

He feels the warmth of her palm as it pats his shoulder. He looks up at her smiling face, sad and eyes tired, yet full of understanding. “I know. . It’s okay.“

She withdraws her hand as Seokjin watches her adjust the strap of her purse on her arm, sobering up a bit when her eyes are on him once again.

“Go tell her, Seokjin.“

“Jihyo?“

She stops in her tracks as confusion pinches in between her brows. Seokjin doesn’t hesitate, for he thinks that he’s been terrible enough to her. He did not and could not imagine it would end like this, but now that it has, he cannot muster courage further to speak directly to her. “Thank you. For. . for understanding. For everything. For being my friend.“

A small smile stretches on her crimson painted lips as she nods, but it’s no longer the longing smile she used to give him earlier. It somehow feels. . more genuine. Real.

“But you have to tell her, Jin.” she adds softly. “You cannot keep hurting yourself like this forever. If not now, never.”

Then she turns and walks away, her silhouette swallowed by the rain.

The sky splits open as he makes his way to your house.

If not now, never.

Rain lashes at the streets, puddles bursting under his sneakers. His clothes are soaked through, hair plastered to his forehead, dripping into his eyes but he simply does not care. By the time he reaches your porch, he’s shivering, jaw clenched so tight he can barely speak. His fingers feel numb, maybe from the cold. . . or maybe not.

His heart pounds with uncertainty and fear as he contemplates if this is a good decision.

If not now, never.

He’s never felt this scared before; but if he’s learnt anything in his life it’s the fact that the best way to get rid of your problems is to face them. And for now, his only problem is his aching heart which longs for a sight of you.

You open the door in a worn sweatshirt and pants, blinking like you’re not sure it’s really him.

“Jin?” Your voice is soft, almost disbelieving. “What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be on a date with —”

He flinches, and you notice; you always do. Without another word, you step aside to let him in.

He drips rainwater onto your hardwood floor, miserable and silent like a broken faucet as he follows you silently like a helpless puppy.

“Goodness, you’re soaked,” you murmur, already moving toward the hallway. “Give me a second, I’ll grab you a towel. And—” You hesitate, turning back. “Do you want something dry to change into? I think I still have one of your hoodies in my wardrobe. I’m sure getting changed is better than getting sick, yeah?” Your joke is lighthearted and soft, but he doesn’t respond. Just stands there, wordless and shivering.

He notices that you catch his silence too. You regard him with a confused air for a moment, but you soon disappear into your room.

You return a minute later — towel in one hand, hoodie in the other — and place them gently on the arm of the couch.

“Would’ve made more if you’d texted,” you say over your shoulder as you reach up for bowls in the kitchen counter. “But since you’ve caught me with a single-serve lasagna and a nearly empty fridge, you’ll just have to manage. And do not remind me about this having garlic, please.”

You sound warm. . . familiar, warm. Almost as if everything you do is not making the ache in his heart intensify.

“And you know if we ordered something it would take hours to be delivered in this downpour, anyway.”

He watches you move around your cramped little kitchen, opening cabinets, cutting a portion of the lasagna as you plate it carefully. . . like it’s all normal. The clink of cutlery and the hiss of the kettle, the scrape of a chair leg, the sound of his heart shattering.

You don’t notice. . . or maybe you’re pretending not to.

You carry over the food, two plates balanced carefully in your hands — and set them down on the tiny coffee table that’s been there since you moved in,where you used to eat together all the time. It’s always been that small. He used to complain about it, joking that he’d break his back crouching like this. You always told him to shut up and eat.

The same apartment which feels more of a home than his own place.

He notices how you take the chipped, older plate for yourself, and how you give him the pink ceramic one which you got as a gift from secret santa some few years ago. . . the one you know he likes, even though he’d never voiced it out loud before.

Has it always been like this before?

Next to his plate, you place a can of his favorite soda. You hate soda, but Seokjin has always found a can of his beloved drink in your place - lemon lime. And just like that - neither he’s asked you why, or you’ve told him what for.

It always has been like this before.

You glance over at him then — heavens, Seokjin wishes he could paint you in the chambers of his weak heart. You look gorgeous, as you always have, his cool, beautiful noona to whom he’s always looked up to.

Your hair is tied loosely, most likely left open to air dry since your clumsy ass somehow always forgets heat protection. He remembers when he used to apply the protection gel with his bare fingers on your damp hair before using a blowdryer during your university days when the rush of the morning got you for good. He flushes momentarily as your eyes meet and your brows pinch the longer you look at him.

“Jin? You’re literally standing in a puddle. Why don’t you go change?”

Your voice is soft with concern. You reach out, like you might touch his arm, or maybe even pull him to the couch to feed him with your own hands like he’s been numerous times before. . . but you don’t. You stop short, like you’re hesitating.

A weak smile tugs at your lips. “What, did Jihyo eat your dinner too?”

“I’m not with her anymore.”

The words rip out of him, loud and harsher than he’d intended, that too in your small apartment. It’s not about her. It never ever was. Fuck. He does not know where or how did that tone come out from.

He sees your startled flinch as you go still.

He swallows hard, his guilt crashing down on him like waves now. It all feels like it’s booming loudly in his ears. The pink plate, the soda, the hoodie — his hoodie. The chipped plate you kept for yourself without a second thought.

How messed can he be to yell at you?

His knees give way as he drops onto the couch. His hands cover his face, but the sound of him falling apart leaked through his fingers anyway.

“I’m sorry,” he chokes, the first sob shuddering out of him. ”I’m so sorry, I didn’t— I didn’t mean to . . I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

You’re beside him in a second, arms wrapping around his shaking shoulders like muscle memory, like this is where he’s always belonged. Your hands rub his damp back as he bites down on his fist to muffle the sounds, but his shoulders shakes with every inhale.

“I’m sorry, noona..” he choked out, again and again, the words warped by sobs that refused to stop.

One step, and then he’s falling. . . surrendering. Melting into your warmth like it’s the only thing keeping him from breaking apart completely. The fabric of your sweatshirt grows damp beneath his cheek, but you don’t seem to mind.

He breathes you in — fabric softener, warmth, home. Your fingers thread through his hair, slow and steady, as you’ve done a thousand times before. Your voice is soothing against his ear - just his name, just ‘it’s okay’ — and somehow he believes you.

You somehow always know how to catch him when he tumbles and falls down.

He’s always okay when he’s with you.

It was always you.

Even back when he was just the nerdy kid next door, darting after you with scraped knees and dirt-streaked cheeks. He’d pretend to be brave — a superhero, a knight, the brave Mario who saves princess Peach as he’d seen in video games — but the second he tripped on the pavement and skinned his elbows, it was your voice he cried for. Your hands that cupped his flushed face, your fingers that dabbed his wounds with tissues from your backpack.

Your arms that held him like he was something precious.

You used to ruffle his hair and call him kiddo, teasing him for being such a crybaby. You’d buy him popsicles from the convenience store down the street whenever he got sad, holding his tiny hand as he sniffled his way down the aisles, and he’d always choose grape because you said it was your favorite.

Even back then, he wanted to like what you liked.

You were older, smarter, cooler — and yet, never once did you make him feel like he was less. Never once did you treat him like a nuisance. Not even when he tagged along to your hangouts, not when he messed up your notes with his doodles, not even when he stood outside your classroom just to walk home with you. Not even when the adolescent him could not handle his own emotions.

You never made him feel small. You never looked at him like he was less than.

When his parents fought downstairs and the yelling got too loud, it was your window he tapped on, shaking hands and tear-filled eyes. And you, sleepy, barefoot, wrapped in an oversized hoodie, always let him in. You never asked any questions; you just opened your blanket and let him crawl in beside you.

When he failed his exams for the first time, when he got scolded in front of his class, when he got dumped by his first crush via text message, when his parents forced him to pursue what he didn’t like — you were always the one he ran to. You, with your words that stitched him back together.

You, with your strength and big heart. You, and your words of wisdom which taught him more than what lies beyond the horizon and how big the stars in the skies actually are. You, and your insanely strong ability to be the coolest and strongest person he’d ever known, living alone in such a cruel world since a very young age.

“But why can’t I be cool like you?” he’d pouted, wriggling his tiny thumb in one last desperate attempt to win. “You’re like—the coolest person ever.”

You’d giggled, letting him pin your thumb this time, and pushed his sweaty bangs back from his forehead.

“Because,” you said, like it was obvious. “You’re not me, silly. You’re you. And one day, you're gonna be cool in your own way. Like,the kind of cool even I can’t pull off.”

He held onto your words, and he still does till date.

It didn’t take him long to realize your smile was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. That your laughter—especially when it burst out because of something he did—was a sound he wanted to listen to forever. Back then, he thought maybe if he was funny enough, loud enough, cool enough. . . you’d look at him like something more than the kid next door.

So he started growing up trying to match your stride, always a few steps behind, but never stopping. He wanted to catch up, to stand beside you, to be someone you could look at not like a little brother, but as a man — worthy enough for your love.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped wanting to chase. He realised that he wanted to stand beside you. In the way of him growing up with you, he realised maybe he was a bit more selfish than he thought he was. It was always you who gave selflessly, and him who absorbed endlessly.

So he tried; he dated. He smiled. He convinced himself that someone else could fill the space in his chest.

He convinced himself all those nights of being in the arms of strangers actually felt good and didn’t worsen the void in his chest, the longing for you. That maybe if he eventually stops hanging out with you, controlling himself to not leap into your arms whenever he sees you, that if he loved someone else hard enough, long enough, maybe the ache would fade. Maybe if he tries to stay away from you, he will man up, and one day, he can be your Mario, too.

Maybe the part of him that burned for your praise, your laughter, your touch, you — maybe it would quieten down, but it never did.

The more he tried to fill the hollow in his chest, the more it screamed for you. For your warmth, for your kindness. For the familiarity of your couch and your mismatched socks and the way you always still kept his old, snapped guitar from his highschool. People kept coming and going like waves, but you were like the moon fixed in his sky. It was like he kept searching for the miracle in the ocean when all it needed was a raise of his head to get a glimpse of your brightness.

He was loved by few in the way he chose, but he knew it didn’t feel right because he wasn’t loved by you.

It was tonight when he realised that maybe he can give himself to you too, and that didn’t require him being Mario or something superhero. All what he wanted. . . was you.

It was always you.

After the sobs fade into shallow breaths, when the storm quiets to a drizzle against the windows, he finally finds his voice to speak.

“I . . . I broke up with her,” he murmurs. “A while ago.”

You don’t say anything. Your fingers stay in his hair, moving with that same familiar rhythm — the one that always soothed scraped knees and sunburnt shoulders. He cannot afford to look into your eyes, because he’s sure they’ll be the ocean of his doom, and he’ll be strangled once more from voicing out his feelings which he’s suppressed since an eternity. Call him a coward, but right now, he can only lean into your embrace like he’s scared it’ll stop his fear of what will happen next.

Like you’re the only tether keeping him grounded.

“I tried,” he continues, eyes on something you can’t see. “She was kind. Really kind. The kind of person anyone would be lucky to love. But I...” His voice falters. “I. . . ”

His chest feels incredibly tight now.

“I thought it would go away,” he says. “That I could make it go away. That I could stop looking for you in everyone else.”

Suddenly he’s not crying anymore. He feels your fingers halt in his scalp as he tries not to break down once more, but he’s stripped bare in a different way. Fragile in the light of his own truth, scared of his own vulnerability. He does not know what your reaction is, and he tries and shakes like a last leaf hanging onto a shedding tree to not look at you.

He exhales shakily, “I think I’ve always known.”

“Maybe it wasn’t since the very beginning,” his fingers dig down on the flesh of his inner palm as he fights off the feeling of nervousness creeping in. “But somewhere along the way, it just . ..I just. . . I started looking for you in people I dated. In the way they laughed, or how they listened. I think I treated them how I wanted to treat you, even if I didn’t realize it at the time.”

“I’d sit across from someone at dinner,” he goes on, voice quiet, “and wonder if you’d have liked the same dish. Or hear a joke and wish I’d told you instead. I felt disappointed in their actions which weren’t like yours. It. . it wasn’t fair to them. I was chasing pieces of you in people who weren’t you.”

He bites the inside of his cheek, shoulders curling inward like he’s ashamed.

“I knew. Deep down,” he says, barely above audible.“ I knew it wouldn’t ever be enough. Because they weren’t you. And because. . .I was terrified.” At this point he does not want to think if you’re even listening to him. He feels small and lost, and he feels a tad bit like his teenage self again.

“But pretending stopped working a long time ago. And being around you started to hurt more than the fear of losing you. I didn’t want to reduce this—” he gestures between you, and back to him. “—to a memory. . .”

His breath feels a bit more stable now. Although his heart feels unstable, “. . . I was scared I’d lose you if I said anything. Scared that all the years we’ve shared would collapse because of my feelings. I thought if I kept it buried, I could at least keep us—keep you. Even if it meant hurting myself a little. But it was just recently when it dawned on me that. . . I have subconsciously hurt everyone involved with me.”

“It was never her,” he says, voice breaking open. “It’s always been you.”

The second the words leave his lips, he tenses. His heart pounds wildly, like a trapped animal trying to escape. Regret floods his veins like a tsunami, and even after knowing he should have expected, it hurts. Your silence is deafening — a clear rejection, one he deserves. He didn’t think of how he should frame his words or articulate his feelings out loud; but he atleast has the satisfaction of being honest : to you, and to himself. He sounded blunt, stupid and selfish and now you probably can’t stand the sight of him.

He starts to get up, but your hand clamps around his wrist, with a force that has him startled and astonished at the same time. Your grip is firm and determined, but so tight that he feels like if touch could burn, his wrist would be scalded by now.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you snap. Your eyes are hard, your jaw clenched. Anger out of all the things was the least he expected. Did he cross a line too far of no return? “Don’t run out on me again, Seokjin.”

He freezes, heart hammering against his ribs. This is probably the first time you’ve called him by his full name in a long time ; and he feels that his worst fears are coming true to life. Perhaps this was the exact reason he pressed down on his burning feelings for so long that it’s already back fired on him. “I . . . ” he has to take a quick, nervous gulp before he can continue. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said any of that, n-noona,” he stammers, eyes darting away from your fiery gaze. “I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I —”

“Stop it,” you cut him off and the intensity of your voice scares the daylight out of him. “Stop trying to escape this. You can’t just blurt out something like that and then bolt out when I don’t immediately react the way you want me to.”

Your voice is raw, trembling slightly but still firm. He knows your pupils are shaking wildly and he physically cannot gather the balls to look you in the eye. Seokjin swallows hard, his gaze flickering back to you hesitantly. “You really had to wait until my fridge was empty to confess?” you ask, and Seokjin feels his left eye twitch at your question.

“Huh. .” he starts, but gets cut off just as immediately. “Do you think I kept all your hoodies and bought grape popsicles every summer just because I’m a nice person? Seokjin, my home is every fragment of me that I carefully decorate with my own hands. If something exists here, it’s only because I want it to.”

He sees you close your eyes and shake your head. “I think we are both idiots.”

“What—”

You bring your pointer to your lips, and he knows he needs to shut up when he hears that “hush” coming from your lips. When you speak again, your voice is somehow smaller, and somewhat softer. “I thought it was irrational. I thought you were already dating other people, so who was I to insert my feelings into that? Feelings which felt wrong to harbour?”

Seokjin’s mouth falls open in shock, throat dry. “You . . you?” he whispers, hardly daring to hope. But your nod is certain, which has his heart leaping in his chest and breathing erratic as he tries to believe the words you speak. “I’ve loved you for years,” you confirm quietly. “It took me a lot of time to realise and settle down on it, but I never wanted to upset you or your relationships or be another girl you dated just because I was convenient.”

Convenient.

The word makes Seokjin's stomach churn. “No,” he says firmly, cupping your face with his hands for the first time. His newfound confidence has his own eyes widening, and he knows that you replicate them with the way your eyes light up admist the liquid stars that threaten to spill over. Your skin is warm and soft against his cold fingers, but he can’t bring himself to care about the delicacies when he’s handled the most delicate of them all, your heart, in his hands all along.

“You were never convenient, ____. You were everything. You are my everything.”

He means it with his whole being. His heart thunders as he takes in the sight of your damp hair, your flushed cheeks and your parted lips. He remembers holding you in his arms as you cried after your very first shitty boyfriend said something so mean that it broke your heart. He remembers your sobs echoing in his own ribcage as throbs of hurt and vowing then that he would never be the reason you hurt like that.

But now here he is, causing you pain again with his cowardice.

He hates seeing you cry. Hates it with every fiber of his being. Your words that once said that crying is a sign that we are alive, alive enough to feel and care, still resonate within his soul. But seeing you hurt makes him want to erase every fucking thing in this world that causes you pain.

“Don’t cry,” he whispers, thumb brushing away a stray tear. “Please, don't cry because of me again.”

“It’s,, it’s not solely your own entire fault, Seokjin,” you hiccup. “I myself kept hurting you for so long.”

“Do not blame yourself for something I chose, ___.” he rasps, voice thick with emotion and hanging by a lone thread which threatens to break at the sound of your sniffles. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realize sooner what I had right in front of me all along. I’m sorry for being so blind. I’m sorry I couldn’t love myself enough to love you right from the beginning.”

His confession seems to break the tension. You launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. The thrill of finally having you, of you loving him silently for so long, dawns on him as he holds you back just as fiercely, crushing you against his chest as if he can absorb your hurt into his own body.

You both stay like that for a long moment, hearts pounding, tears falling freely, silently, and tenderly. His hands roam your back, fingers digging into the fluffy fabric of your clothes. You bury your face into his chest, breathing him in like you’re trying to erase the scent of anyone else from his skin, and he doubts if you can hear his heart wanting to rip off his chest.

When the first time your lips brush against eachother, he thinks he will go insane if he does not do this every single fucking second of his life. You taste like the grape popsicles he’s loved, the warm smiles passed to each other at the bonfires, the soda he’s always found at your place, like the strum of guitar with fingers, dreamlike, but like home. “I love you,” he mumbles against your lips, peppering kisses across your face.

He feels like an over excited puppy, and he thinks he is, because he cannot wait any longer. “I love you so much. I’ll spend forever making this up to you if I have to.”

Your giggles are muffled against his mouth, but he hears it anyway, and knows that he would die to listen to them everyday. “. . love you too,” you breathe. “I don’t care if it's forever. As long as it's you. Only you.”

At that moment, nothing else matters. Not the rain outside, not the mess they’ve made of things, not even the fact that he probably soaked both of you to the bone. All that exists is the two of you — together and whole, mending and fracturing, coming together in a desperate tangle of limbs and lips.

He feels you push him down on the couch, and he leaned back against the soft cushions, his breath coming in ragged pants as you straddled his lap. His ears burnt crimson as the heat of your body seeped through your clothes, igniting a fire deep in his core. Your lips crash against his in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing, noses bumping and tongues tangling as you lose yourselves in the passion.

His hands roamed hungrily over your curves, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he pulled you harder against him. You could feel his hardness pressing insistently against your core, separated only by the thin barrier of fabric. The friction was maddening, stoking the flames of his desire to new heights.

You rocked your hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding your clothed sex against his straining erection. He groaned into your mouth, hips jerking upward to meet your movements. His hands slid up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as he held you close. Fuck. Never in a thousand years did he ever imagine himself in a situation like this, underneath you, but not that he is complaining anyway.

Breaking the kiss, you sat up slightly, looking down at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Your chest heaved with each ragged breath, nipples pebbled and visible through your thin sweatshirt. His gaze locked onto your breasts, mouth dry and eyes wide. No bra? His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he imagined taking one into his mouth, tasting your flesh, nibbling on it just enough to coax a lovely moan out of you.

You leaned down, nipping at his earlobe before whispering in a dulcet voice that makes him roll his eyes to the back of his head. “I want you so badly. I need to feel you..”

Holy fuck. He has never ever heard that tone from you before.

A shiver ran through him at your words, his cock twitching against your core. He knows that he must stop before it goes too far, because he’s just a second away from busting a nut in his pants. As much as he wants this, he knows that it’s wrong, and way too early. Closing his eyes, he takes a minute to collect himself, run his fingers through his wild, tousled hair as he shakes his head.

“Seokjin,” you whine, and the sound goes straight to his groin as your nails dig into his shoulders, hips circling a slow, deliberate grind. “Please, please . . ”

He pulls back with a groan, hands flying to your hips to stop you. His chest heaves as he forces himself to breathe. “Do not tempt me, ____.” he pants. The rush of calling you with your real name is so fucking strong and more arousing than he’d ever think, because he feels his cock leak out in his boxers. “I want you, fuck no, I need you. But. . . but not like this. I want to take you out first. I want to go out with you first. . . I need to do this right.”

Although the flash of disappointment is a bit too visible in your eyes, you nod breathlessly, eyes hazy with lust and satisfaction.

“Okay,” you agree. “Okay. Let’s do this right. As long as I have you with me.”

Later when the drizzle has quieted down , both the plates of your single serve lasagna which just served two empty and a happy tummy, you return with a towel in hand. He sits slouched on the couch, shoulders loose with exhaustion, but a grin on his face, because he just cannot stop smiling. You stand infront of him, working the towel through his hair, muttering for him to hold still and how stubborn he is that he cannot even dry himself on his own.

He huffs, but lets you fuss over him, eyes slipping shut at your warm and familiar touch. This isn’t something new to him either, the action of you drying his hair, and the position of you standing so close to him. He’s always imagined what it’d be like to hug you right there, because you smell so damn good and warm . . ! so, without warning, his arms wind around your waist, tugging you close until his cheek presses against your stomach.

You freeze, towel dangling, until you feel him relax into you, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

He hears your startle and the surprised laugh, but soon your hands soften, carding gently through his damp hair, combing them with your fingers.

And for the first time, Seokjin knows that he’s finally got what he’s wanted since so long : to get close to you.

As much as Seokjin would have wanted to have them here, today is not the day. Today is a day that he wants to keep his mind full of you and only you. So, he pulls off a serious face that almost goes halfway to a pout and says, “No can do, Jimin.”

Seeing Jimin sulking, Namjoon intervenes and with a light tug on Jimin's left sleeve he says, “You know how it is, Jimin.” Then looking at Seokjin's ‘already back to being a busy body self' Namjoon smiles, “Let him be. It's for y/n.” 

“We will come back tomorrow. He won't mind us then. Let's leave for now.” Yoongi states matter of factly while standing at the door, preparing to leave and waiting for others to join him.  

Amidst the busy shuffling of them preparing to leave Jungkook comes back from the backyard. He informs while looking at Jin with his big doe eyes and pointing his right thumb outside, “Hyung, they have finished cleaning up the rooms and the porch. They said they’ll be done after a couple of hours, once they clean the pool and garage. Should I stay with them?” 

“Yeah, no. We’re leaving.” Namjoon grabs Jungkook’s one arm and Hoseok the other. Yoongi patters forward, lightly pushing Jungkook’s figure while Namjoon and Hoseok drag him backwards. 

Jungkook’s doe eyes become even bigger in surprise and confusion, “Huh? Already?” 

To which he gains nothing more than a quick “yep” from Yoongi.

Seokjin mouths a small 'thank you' to Namjoon and Yoongi for helping him out. Namjoon and Yoongi don't say much but with a slight nod they wave goodbye to him and leave with the rest of the boys. 

Closing the door behind them Seokjin heaves a heavy sigh and scurries back to the kitchen. He has a lot to do. Even though the day is still young, he feels like he doesn't have enough time to do everything he wants to. 

While sorting out the ingredients for your favourite sushi he chuckles at how this one thing has survived all these years on your list of favourite foods. And with that his mind takes him back to the day he first met you at the fansign seven years ago. 

 •••••••

Fansigns had always been Seokjin's favourite. He loved interacting with his fans and absolutely adored their cute and fun way of showing their appreciation.

That day wasn't any different. He was looking forward to receiving all the love personally from the fans but that changed when you showed up. He didn't expect to fall in love himself. 

He was the first member among them to meet the fans as he was sitting at the left-most seat. You greeted him shyly and handed over your album for him to sign. Jin looked at you and he noticed that even though you were kneeling you still looked as if you were almost standing. You knew exactly what he was thinking and when you were about to just say it he asked, “Sorry, but how tall are you?”

You replied almost immediately, lightly placing your palm on your forehead, smiling sheepishly at your own unexpectedly right guess, “6'3". It's hereditary.” 

The time given wasn't enough. While still recovering from the heat in your ears, you took out the huge insulated container, handed it over to him and said, “I made these sushi for you all. I hope you like them.” 

He made that surprised face accompanied with a 'woah' and a bunch of thank yous. Before you could say anything else you were told to move on to the next member. 

Maybe it was the lingering taste of your handmade sushi or perhaps it was your sparkling eyes when you spoke - neither of which he could choose between - that made Seokjin think of you more often than not. He regretted in those moments of remembrance that he couldn’t ask for your name. 

People say, when you want something with your whole heart then the whole universe mechanises itself to make it true for you. It worked for Seokjin too. 

In the next fansign, you were there - with your box of sushi and that sparkling smile adorning your face. 

When you knelt in front of Jin the second time, who was sitting in his usual, left-most seat, you couldn’t help but avert your gaze as you felt the gradual sensation of heat rising from your neck to your whole face at his words, “I have been waiting for you.” 

Years later, on your fourth year marriage anniversary, in the comfort of your couch in your beach house, you had told Jin, while reminiscing that fateful meeting that the wishfulness of it all made it harder for you to forget the smile that nearly took the shape of a smirk on his lips and the intent gaze with which Jin was looking at you while saying that. He’d set you on fire and you stayed willfully.

You had also pointed out how all the members craned their necks to look at him losing his usual composure over you. They had made fun of him for it later but in Jin’s words, it was a very small price to pay if he could show how much he admired you.

“What’s your name?” Jin asked while signing your album. 

“Y/n Y/l/n.” Your voice trembled in anticipation of all things happening around you.  

For Jin, on other hand, restlessness came to him after the fansign was over. He couldn’t stop imagining your reaction when you would discover his phone number written on the page he signed, accompanied by a cheeky little note under it that said - “looking forward to a text from a lovely stranger.” 

“That was super cheesy, honestly.” You had smiled, while reminiscing again while cuddling in the same couch as the sunset and the salty afternoon breeze both caressed your skin. 

Seokjin had looked at you and while taming away the strands of hair on your face he wished he could just look at your happy face forever like this silently but you were looking at him expectantly with those deep eyes and he had to say something back. 

But there was no taming the tempest of love he felt for you so he had cupped your face in his hands to fill it with kisses and nuzzled your neck while saying, “You loved it nonetheless, didn’t you?” 

“Yes, I did.” You had giggled under his touch. 

Falling in love with you was easy for Seokjin. 

About a week after giving you his phone number, while everyone was busy taking rest amidst the shooting of a music video, Jin had slipped out in the afternoon through the back of the residential building. 

The night before, Jin had told you through text how much he wanted to see you. For some reason, picturing his pouty face typing the text had made your heart burn. 

You had the day off so you drove to Chuncheon where they were shooting and called Jin upon arriving. 

You were sitting on the wooden platform over the lake, waiting for him. You saw Jin running towards you from a distance so you stood up immediately to wave at him so that he could notice you. 

In hindsight, Seokjin realised it was a bad idea to run at you with everything he had just so he could hug you as soon as possible, as you lost your footing when he all but tackled you; and both of you fell into the water.

In the split second before falling, you had braced yourself for hitting the cold water in this freezing winter but the water was surprisingly warm and it felt nice. 

You wiped the droplets off of your eyes to get a better look at Jin who just spat out a mouthful of water and was running his hands through his wet hair and face. 

The heart burn was back and you finally asked what you had been pondering over for a couple of days now, “Jin… Can I politely ask you to go out with me?” 

As awestruck as Jin was at your question, he didn’t miss a beat to answer back, “Can I… politely kiss you to say yes?” 

Falling in love with you was easy for Seokjin. But loving you and losing himself in your kiss was easier. 

He did get scolded when he returned to the shooting spot with all his clothes wet and make-up washed off. Everyone assumed that his red face and ears were a result of the cold and that he was smiling sheepishly because he felt guilty. The real reason was a well-kept secret between you two. 

It wasn’t easy dating an idol but you made sure to support him as discreetly as you could. 

Thankfully, due to the nature of your career, you were no stranger to discretion.

After finishing your three-month-long Winter Warfare training in Pyeongchang under SWC – also known as ROK-SWC which stands for The Republic of Korea Army Special warfare Command and is responsible for the army’s special operations forces – you had completed your year-long training for the 707th Special Mission Group — which was an elite counter-terrorism force made of only the best of the country. Being an ex-UDT/SEAL, it was easy for you to go through the rigorous, 10-day selection program and get selected for the prestigious team. 

You thanked your stars for having you go through all that romance-is-a-luxury stuff before you met Seokjin. 

Now, you had ample time on your hands before receiving your recruitment letter. So, you attended his showcases, visited most of his domestic shoots and spent nights, whenever he was available, in his apartment. You duped the hawk-eyes of lurking reporters by disguising yourself as a fast food delivery person - it was super effective. 

It wasn’t easy dating as an idol but Seokjin tried his best to do his part too. Whenever you visited him he made sure to take time out of his busy schedule to be with you. On his day off he visited you at your local sparring centre to watch you practice and hype you up. Sometimes he even showed up with banners to cheer you on just like you did during his shows. And all you could do at times like those was to laugh while covering your whole face, mirror his cheering movements and do well in practice. 

Since it was nearly impossible for him to take you on dates in public, sometimes he decorated his apartment like restaurants or picnic spots to give yourselves a normal dating experience.

After four months of secret meetings, longing for each other, countless kisses and innumerable laughs, Seokjin understood why people called a person their home. 

As the realisation hit him, he thought it was about time he asked you if you felt the same too. 

And Seokjin knew exactly how to make it special for you. 

One fine spring morning, he took you to a dog park that he had rented for the day. 

The night before, Namjoon had asked him if he was sure he wasn't rushing things. 

Seokjin had replied that he was afraid of it being too late.

The choice of place for an early morning date couldn’t have been better since you just adored dogs. You loved it even more because neither of you owned a dog. 

Like an unavoidable phenomenon, Seokjin came to you like a book that you must memorise, like a notebook that you must highlight and put sticky notes on.

And because you knew him so well, you decided not to squint your eyes at the oddity of Seokjin’s constant check-ins while you were busy playing with a border collie, his hasty retreating steps or the brittle grin that barely reached his red ears to assure you that nothing was out of ordinary.

You just smiled to yourself, preparing yourself amidst the loud colliding of your heart's beats that fought with each other like two racers trying to win first place. 

You knew of his intentions and you knew that your answer was going to be yes. 

What you didn’t know was that a very adorable golden retriever would grab the end of your long jacket and drag you to the only cherry blossom tree of the enormous park that stood mighty and beautifully in the middle of it. Now you understood why Jin had insisted you on wearing that in the morning. 

Under the cherry blossom tree were fifteen cute little corgis that sat patiently with their tongues out and wagging tails. Each of them had one placard hung on their necks with letters written separately which read, “WILL YOU MARRY ME?” 

It was a silly and tiresome feat to achieve. He knew you would have been happy even if he had proposed to you in some alleyway with a wildflower ring, but it was you; and if he could Jin would bring the whole moon to your lap to make you feel special. However, much to his pouty lips and flared nostrils, physics is an ass. 

There were a whole bunch of words that Jin thought he would be feeling for the next coming moments. But when you walked over to him with your hands covering your gasping mouth and your watery eyes amidst the timidly falling petals of cherry blossoms and uttered the word “yes”, none of the words he thought of sufficed. He slipped the rose quartz ring on your ring finger and hugging you he let the world surrounding him fall silent under the sound of your heartbeat.

“How did you even manage to do all that?” You asked while on your way home in the car. You giggled remembering how all the corgis charged at Seokjin, making him roll over the ground, and climbed on top of him when he was trying to give them treats after everything was done. 

He looked at you. His face was trying to do multiple expressions at the same time. He wanted to smirk, and act cocky; he also wanted to hold back his laughter. Ultimately all he could do was pout and say, “You know I could have done all of that myself but I was short on time so the people from KKA (Korea Kennel Agility) helped me.” 

You laughed at his reply, “I am not running away though.” 

Jin intertwined his fingers with yours and pressed a kiss at the back of your hand. His lips stayed a few seconds longer than a chaste kiss required, “Mhm.” 

 Two weeks after the proposal, the wedding was held secretly in Seokjin’s family home. His band members and your respective families were present. You moved into the new house that Seokjin had bought prior to marriage in a nice suburban neighbourhood. Before you let reality hit you, you gifted yourselves what you could: a breezy honeymoon getaway to the beach, for as long as possible, in each other's complete presence. 

The reality that hit you two was sad and lonely. 

Oftentimes as a human defence mechanism, they try to look over the harsh reality. They ignore its existence and keep it shoved inside a storage bunker above head until it comes crashing down. It was the same for both of you. 

While dating, neither of you thought about how hard it was going to be to have enough of each other and live as a family even after marriage… Especially after marriage. 

You were already training to be in the SWC’s 707th special mission group and Jin’s career as an idol was far from over. 

Two months after your wedding was still manageable. Then, one sweltering August morning, you got summoned at the SWC headquarters to receive your recruitment letter from your superiors. It wasn’t the one you were aiming for. You were taken on by an arcane and powerful organisation. It was led by a collaboration of several governments undertaking covert missions to address sensitive and violent crimes: the Organised Crime Control Association, or in short known as The ORCA. 

You were dumbstruck. Seokjin was proud of you. 

He knew what you were capable of, and even though he wanted you to stay close to him he knew where you would shine the most. To him you were as smart as Sherlock and more impregnable than Jack Reacher. 

You were silent and stuck after receiving the news - Jin pushed you towards your dream just like he had always done to himself. 

The reporting HQ of the organisation was outside of South Korea, and you had to depart within three days’ notice. You assured Jin that you would keep in touch as best you could. But your best wasn’t always enough. 

As soon as you arrived there, your internet presence was erased from every database except from the organisation itself. Being an ORCA member also required you to get rid of the phone you possessed and instead use a burner phone that they provided. 

Contacting family was an extravagance for everyone and you respected that sacrifice. 

Both of you lived on infrequent texts and even rarer opportunities to listen to each other's voices. 

Jin would tell you about his day and you would yours. Even the most mundane things would be the most exciting thing that you both had listened to in a while. 

“I have a day off today so I stayed up all night and played games. That’s why I woke up this late!” 

“I broke three pieces of training equipment today so I have to wash the dishes after dinner.” 

Daily flavour of monotonous life was delivered to the other side of the phone in a wrapper of - I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. 

Seven months of bone-draining training later you returned home on a much deserved vacation. It was a reward for having the most impressive evaluation result, nearly making up for the broken arm and the burn your back had sustained to receive it.

It took you a month to recover and Jin made sure that it took no more than the minimum time required. He was with you all the time - taking care of the littlest of your needs. 

You were grateful but seeing him always on high alert broke your heart. You wanted to tell him to relax his shoulders and peel off some of the attention he was giving to you to his own work. 

But he wanted you to be healthy as soon as possible so that you could lead your normal life.

Normal life… 

The life that Jin wanted for you wasn't your normal life. Your 'normal' life was out in the wilderness full of heinous crimes and the smell of blood and gunpowder. 

'This' was your vacation - a way out of the ordinary. 

You knew that once he heard about what really was going to happen he would break and protest. But it was necessary to let him in on some basic information so he could prepare himself for that. Moreover, you had already broken one of the core rules of the organisation by letting him know you were working for The ORCA. 

One evening, after your month-long healing period, you walked over to your husband in the dining room and back-hugged him. You rested your chin on his shoulder and called out to him with a sigh trapped inside the cavity of your chest, trying not to sound too sad, “Seokjin-ah…”

He knew that tone. You called him like that only when you needed to say something serious. 

But he acted clueless anyway and while setting the plates on the dinner table and placing a quick kiss on your cheek, he quipped, “What’s poppin’, good lookin’?” 

You couldn’t help but scoff at his attempt to lighten the mood. You needed to tell him before it was too late. “Come on, Seok! I am trying to be serious here.” 

“Yeah… I am sorry, poppins. I am listening now.” He held your arms and made you sit on a chair. Then he dragged another chair to sit facing you and held your hands in his, “What is it?” 

His thumbs drawing small circles on the back of your hands didn’t soothe you much but you tried to look relaxed, “My vacation… Um… I am going to stay here until they call me back. And they are going to call me sooner or later.” 

Your hands fell from Seokjin’s hold like a yellowed leaf from a branch. He couldn’t believe that you just said that you wouldn’t stay at home, that you wouldn’t stay with him, and you were planning to go back to a job that gave you a broken arm and burn marks just on the training! 

You placed your hand on his shoulder and called him softly, “Seok-ah…” 

His head hung low as he kept on glaring at the floor. Even if the dining room wasn’t so brightly lit, you wouldn’t have missed the teardrops that escaped your husband’s eyes and fell directly on the floor without getting the chance to glide over his quivering soft cheeks. 

Seeing him refusing to get his head up and look at you, you called again, replicating your previous tone, “Seok-ah… Please listen to me.”

“NO!” An almost scream escaped his parched throat. He looked up at you quickly with glossy pleading eyes before looking down again, “You are not going anywhere.”  

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead on his and held his face in your hands. Your thumb grazed softly across his cheek, swiping away the tears that slipped and stained them.

“Seok-ah…” you whispered. He begged, “please don’t go…” 

“Please, look at me. Listen to me just this once.” You pleaded and he adamantly shook his head, still looking down. 

“Please? Just once?” The teardrops dancing along the brim of your eyes threatened to fall.

His eyes finally met yours and your tears fell just like his. 

You inhaled sharply, “Seok-ah, I can’t just quit my job out of nowhere. If I tell you to quit being an idol and do a normal day-to-day job, would you be able to? Too many people depend on you - be it emotionally or professionally. It’d be unfair. Same goes for me… It’s too important to just… leave! And you know more than me what it feels like to chase a dream and finally achieve it. I… love my job. And I can’t let my abilities rot.” 

You paused. Jin didn’t say anything back; he simply continued to look at you with those big eyes waiting for you to say something more. Something convincing.

You continued, “I know you are worried and I know that this work is dangerous as fuck! I get unnerved more than I would like to admit. But if I am allowed to be a little arrogant, I am the best in my field, well — almost.” You rolled your eyes. “But still I want you to have faith in me that no matter what happens I will return to you. No matter how long it takes me, no matter what happens. Can I ask for this much trust from you?" 

"It's not that I don't trust you, poppins… I trust you more than myself. But… it's just that I am so…” He gently caressed your once-broken arm while looking at it, “Scared… I just need some time.” 

His eyes darted back to yours and you understood where he was coming from; if he was in your place you would be wary too. 

You finally let go of the sigh you had been holding and whispered, “Okay. Let’s do that.”

At night you felt a soft hold on your hand - it jolted you awake. 

But you relaxed immediately when your body understood that it was Seokjin. 

He flinched a little seeing you stir out of slumber. His voice came out rather croaked, “I.. I am sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up.”

You glanced at the watch kept on the bedside table - it read 3:56 am. 

You sat up. In the white light of the LED seeping in through the window from the outside, you finally made out his face - his eyes were swollen and shiny red. 

He didn't let go of your hand. Instead he held the other one as well when you called him gently, “It's okay, baby. What happened? Why are you up so early?”

His voice came out but a whimper, “I just couldn’t fall asleep.”

He sniffled to speak clearly, “Your hands are calloused.” 

“You know, the downside of practice,” you shrugged. You went on with the flow of his conversation. You knew he would speak his mind eventually.

There was a silence that hung around for a few seconds like that awkward friend in the group before Seokjin spoke up again,  “I thought about it a lot… and it’s just not fair. Neither to you, nor to myself. But I know you…” He paused to take a deep breath as if to prepare himself to say the next words, “Promise me that no matter what happens you will come back to me.” 

You felt relieved and grateful. It wasn’t like Seokjin owned you and you needed his permission to do what you wanted to do with your life but his understanding and support made the emotional burden a lot less gravitational. 

“I don’t know when I’ll be able to return…” You squeezed his hands as an assurance, “But I promise that I will. You need to promise me one thing as well.” He looked at you with questioning eyes and you answered, “That you will lead your life normally keeping this faith in your heart that I am doing perfectly fine. Can you please promise me that?” 

Seokjin was well aware that it was nearly impossible for him to continue living normally knowing that you could be in a life threatening situation at any given moment but if it would give you a little bit of relief, he wouldn’t mind lying. “Promise.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered, pressing your foreheads together. 

“Oh! I need to request you one more thing! You might come across me in the streets while I am on duty. Please ignore me and treat me as you would treat any stranger. Can you please do that?”

He nodded vigorously, and wiped his runny nose with the back of his bare hand. 

You smiled and brought out a wet tissue kept in the side drawer. With it, you wiped his hand and patted his nose gently. 

He kept on staring at you while you were doing so; and when you were done, with a smile that hung on his lips like a decade old incandescent bulb trying its hardest to do its job properly, he remarked, “I think I should get used to doing it myself from now on.” 

The call finally came - later than dreaded, sooner than hoped for. 

The thing with living in absence of loved ones is that you never get used to it, no matter how much mental preparation you had done for it. 

So, when you kissed him goodbye from the doorstep instead of letting him drop you off at the airport, Jin was devastated. 

Jin didn’t want to move away from the doorstep; the larger part of his brain was trying to convince the rest of it that you would emerge from the line where you disappeared and laugh at him saying that it was all a prank. 

Alas! It was not. 

It was summer again and Summer was sad that it had been demoted from being Seokjin’s favourite season to his most hated one. 

But in all of the stifling air that hung around and inside Jin, a notification sound brought a gust of sea-scented breeze to him - a text message from you. 

“Check the drawer under the staircase.”

Seokjin took a moment to blink away the surprise and then he ran inside, leaving the threshold behind. 

Inside the drawer was a multi-patterned cardboard box with a note on top that said, ‘one for each day you miss me’ and within it was a pile of letters - 366 in total, in case it took you that long to keep your promise. 

Days were going by.

You were keeping your promise though contacting each other while you were away was rare. 

Officially, you were granted two vacations yearly. It didn’t matter which times of the year you took them as long as there wasn’t any mission that required your input. The length of your vacation also depended on the presence of operations and requirement of personnel and expertise. 

To ensure coverage, the agents were given a form upon entering the organisation. It asked the agents which time of the year they preferred to have a vacation. You had filled it up as ‘I am fine with any time of the year’. Of course you had preferences in mind but the higher-ups didn’t need to know about them. The response turned out to be in your favour because some heartless asshole in the authority made sure that no agent got the vacation that they put as their preference. That made power harassment a hot topic at the dinner table among the rookies. 

Even though you had years of experience and you were proficient in your job, you were a rookie in the organisation and therefore assigned to easier tasks. It was convenient because you were able to effortlessly wrap up the work in time.

You always made sure that you were home for Jin’s birthday and your wedding anniversary. 

In the beginning you also secured vacations as long as seven days. As promised, you returned home unscathed. 

But as years went by your holidays got shorter. 

On your fourth year anniversary, you got three days for your second vacation of the year. Jin took you to the beach house where you had your honeymoon. 

It freshened up memories that you cherished. And you cherished the person in those memories. You wished to stay home forever when Jin kissed you by the bonfire under the stars and your toes curled in the cold sand.

Just like any other human whose primary instinct is to adapt and survive, you both responded to your situation likewise. You made sure to make enough memories while being together - in shapes of photos and videos, laughter and smiles, kisses and sparkling eyes - to hold on to and reminisce when you stayed apart. You were living and adapting. 

But life is cruel and it couldn’t tolerate that it was beginning to seem bearable to both of you. 

After the last goodbye in the summer, that marked the beginning of your fifth year as an ORCA agent, Jin continued living just like he had made himself live all these years - waiting for the phone to make that special ringtone set for unknown numbers; going through the photos and videos of you and the two of you together, working consciously for the sake of everyone and himself; taking care of himself so that he doesn't get scolded once you returned home; keeping up with world affairs to make wild guesses about where you might be right at that moment and reading one letter per day. 

It was hard at first but he had started to get the hang of it. 

Seokjin’s worry started when you neither contacted him nor came back in winter as usual. 

Things turned blue when even after the 366th letter his phone didn’t vibrate with that special ringtone and you didn’t return to him in spring like you were supposed to. 

Jin felt his consciousness shutting down like a gradual power outage - one by one, bit by bit. 

The members were worried about both of you, but if they were to show their weakness to their oldest brother then who would keep him sane? 

“Sane…” Jin chuckled to himself in the darkness of the living room and wondered if he was ever sane for even a single day since you joined that hell of a stupid secret organisation. 

Now he felt even more insane because the walls of every room in this big house were beginning to close in on him; the ghost of your presence haunted every corner of its existence.

He had to make an escape, he had to survive, he had to keep his promise. 

He started to spend more and more of his time outside the empty house, in the company building - working himself to the bones, making a cocoon in his studio. 

He also began to reread the letters, starting from the very beginning.

At night, he buried his screams in the wet pillow and prayed for you to be safe and alive and that you would come back to him. 

“Is this too much to ask?” He wondered, “it’s been a long time…” 

His prayers were answered one fateful winter morning when he was woken up with a start by the unfamiliar relentless ringing of his phone. 

He fell from his couch and fumbled to take the phone out from under the letter that he was reading last night — 210th — and opened your text - ‘guess who is coming back home finally? See you tomorrow, lover boy.’  

He blacked out for a good minute because of the sudden burst of serotonin in his system. 

The entire day, Jin couldn’t wait for their schedule to wrap up and he kept on pestering the staff by asking repeatedly after each task, “Are we done yet?” 

When finally they were free to go Jin rushed out of the building with Taehyung who just liked tagging along wherever Jin went. 

Upon reaching, the forgotten house greeted them with upset cob-webs, sad furniture and prideful dust that weren’t too happy about the idea of being removed. The dust protested by invading their nasal cavities resulting in a series of immediate coughs and sneezes.

“Damn, hyung! When was the last time you came home?” Taehyung asked in a muffled voice after covering his nose and mouth with his scarf. 

Jin’s forlorn gaze travelled around the space and his voice came out rather distant. “I haven’t, yet.” 

•••••••

The beeping sound of the microwave oven pulls Seokjin out of his reverie. The muffins are the last one of the dishes that needed done. All the other preparations are complete. All he needs to do now is to wait - which is proving to be the hardest of all the tasks. 

He is restless and he can’t stop shaking his legs and repeatedly checking the time. He is trying hard to convince himself that years are a lot longer than a few hours but he can’t make the anticipation in his heart go down with any amount of pep talk. He is finally going to see your face, hear your voice and hold you in his arms. He is finally going to feel your warmth envelope his lonely frigid heart. 

Just as the sun sets, leaving the house at the mercy of the moonlight, the loud sound of the doorbell starts to echo throughout the house. 

Seokjin springs up from the inner threshold where he has been sitting on the floor, and before the ringing can stop he opens the door. 

A tanned smiling face lined with days of trauma greets him and Seokjin doesn't miss a beat to hug you. Keeping his ears on your chest he listens intently to the beats that greatly solace him. He squeezes you tighter in his embrace as his head moves up and down rhythmically on your very-much-breathing bosoms.  

Your life is merciful today. 

The water touching your body is the perfect temperature. The hands massaging your sore muscles and helping you clean are soft and gentle. The clothes you are wearing are crisp and clean. Your stomach doesn't have to growl for long and the food in front of you is warm and inviting — finally you are going to have the sushi you were dying for.

Most importantly, the person you are with now is someone with whom you don't need to stiffen your shoulders and strain your senses. 

You don't realise until you see his face how much you longed to see it. Seokjin's face is like a resting place for your eyes - a balmy sight. Looking at him now reminds you of the three days straight you had once spent in the surveillance room. When you came out and saw the greenery outside the building, you cried because your eyes had felt so relieved. 

Lying down on the bed with Seokjin snuggling you  under the cosy blanket, the fatigue finally catches up to you and you feel yourself getting swallowed by the soft mattress. You don’t remember the last time you felt so worriless while falling asleep or the last time sleep came to you so easily, so caringly. 

With drowsy eyes you look at your husband who is looking at you with a faint smile and some residual longing in his eyes and you suggest in a sleeplaced voice, “Maybe I should take voluntary retirement now.” 

Jin watches you fall asleep right after making that comment. He knows that it’s most likely your body’s comfort receiver talking and you would return to your usual self after getting enough rest. Still, he can’t help but water the little seed of hope that you just sowed in his heart. 

He rests his palm softly on your cheek and gently caresses the space beside your eye with his thumb. He shudders while thinking about the countless sleepless nights those beautiful eyes of yours have endured and the innumerable grotesque things they have witnessed. 

His mind tells him that maybe he can try to reason with you again later but right now he must give his own tired body some rest. 

Lying in the comfort of your presence in the familiar room makes him release a slow content sigh - the walls don’t feel suffocating anymore. 

He scoots closer to you and places a kiss on your forehead before whispering, “We have a lot to catch up on, poppins.”   

His arm moves on muscle memory and finds its way around you anchoring itself. 

Seokjin has been running for a while, trying to escape from a part of his reality but now he can stop doing that and get some rest - he has come home now. 

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When you arrived at the hotel, the concierge mentioned that there’s something waiting for you in the room, and sure enough, upon you walking in, you’re greeted by a giant stuffed teddy bear resting against the headboard on the bed with a note tucked between its paws. It’s black, plastic eyes shine in the dim winter sun, and it stares at you like it knows what horrors it's about to witness.

“Ready to play?” the note read in Seokjin’s bubble-like handwriting.

You bite back the smile of excitement. He mentioned in your texts leading up to the event to expect something special, because there’s an additional cause for celebration that’s not just his birthday plus the holidays.

You wanted to let him know that you’ve arrived, so you decide to send him a text that includes a photo of you and your gift. The problem is… the teddy bear is so big that you have a hard time fitting it in the frame for your picture. After a few tries, the only decent picture that comes out is one of you lying on the bear’s soft brown stomach with its nose peeking from the corner. Well, you’re sure Seokjin will get the ‘picture.’

You: I’m here ♥ Thanks for the bear.

It hasn’t even been a few seconds until you see that your message has been read, and the emergence of the three little dots that’s indicative of his reply.

SJ: Good. In the top drawer of your nightstand, you’ll find a blindfold. SJ: I expect that when I come into the room, you’ll be nice and ready for me.

Turning towards the nightstand, you open the first drawer per Seokjin’s instruction and you find the familiar black satin fabric. You begin to discard your clothing and loop the blindfold around your head, but just before you place it over your eyes, you pause. Seokjin didn’t mention when it was he’s coming over. He just expected you to wait.

Well, that's not fun! Based on the website of the hotel, apparently there’s a hot spring somewhere in the lower levels that you wanted to dip your toes in. Since you can’t leave the room unless you’re looking for punishment, you decide to explore the room you’ll be occupying instead.

Judging from the large window in the bedroom that overlooks a crystal blue lake, this seems to be the “scenic room”, and you can’t help but stare in awe at the rippling water that looks like diamonds in the setting winter sun. To the right of the lake lies a mountain range, and you can see the few brave skiers going down the slopes, looking like miniature figurines in a diorama.

There's also a breakfast nook on the other end of the room. You don't recognize the lush flowers they've provided in the gorgeous dark green vase, but you can smell the sweet floral notes from where you're standing.

You hum as you walk towards the large door you saw on your way in. Behind the door is a bathroom, and it is already bigger than the living room in your apartment back home. A black marble bathtub lies in the centre of the tile floor, and not only does it look like it costs more than your one year of rent combined; it's big enough to fit the two of you with plenty of space to spare.

You have no doubt that he spent a pretty coin to reserve this room. But what surprises you most is how Seokjin found this area in the first place. From what you can tell, when he told you where you’ll be staying together, the town doesn’t seem to be listed in any map, which was why he had you picked up in a limousine that was filled with your favourite snacks and drinks for the lengthy trip.

As you make your way back to the bed, the realization hits you.

You forget who it is you’re dealing with! There's a good chance that Seokjin’s family owns this place, and not just the hotel either, but the entire area surrounding it. You definitely wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the case. That slim black card in his wallet was his father's gift to him when Seokjin was only 10, and it has paid for a number of things in your life: from something as “trivial” as your college tuition, the expensive outfits and lingerie you brought with you, and down to this gigantic bear in your hotel room that takes up half of the king size bed.

Currently, you’re debating whether you should move all your outfits from your suitcase atop the chaise lounge to the antique wooden wardrobe on the other side of the room. Seokjin did mention that you’re going to be here for at least a week, although judging from your previous escapades, you’ll probably spend New Year’s wrapped up in his arms again.

You just started to unzip your suitcase when your phone chimes. It’s another message from Seokjin!

SJ: Shame. You’re not ready to play.

“Wait… what?” You stare at your phone at the weird message. You're decoding the meaning behind the text when you receive another one.

SJ: I won’t repeat myself for a second time. Get ready. Now.

Well, there’s no sense in arguing, though you are interested as to where Seokjin might be watching from. It’s not until you undo the last few buttons of your blouse that your eyes land on the bear. What are the odds that those beady eyes are actually camera lenses?

You quickly stripped yourself of your clothes until only the red lingerie is all you’re left in. Then, placing the loop of the blindfold between your lips, you crawl on the bed on all fours until you’re staring eye-to-eye with the bear. You squint at what you thought were soulless plastic beads. After closer inspection, you find it; the faintest blink of red that disappears as quickly as it comes. You were right. There is a camera hidden behind the left eye of your gift.

Two can play at this game. And if Seokjin wants a show, who are you to deny him one? Smirking, you tower over the plush before planting a kiss on the lens.

“Can you hear me, baby?” you test.

The ding of a message from your phone is proof that he could.

The smirk you wear stretches wider across your cherry-tinted lips. Time to enact your plan. You pull the bear by its legs so it lies horizontally on the bed. Shifting up, you straddle its face before lowering your hips until your clothed core meets the cold tip of its nose.

Oh. That feels good.

“Baby…” Throwing the lens a smirk, you secure the blindfold around your eyes. “I don’t want to wait," you pout, "So, I'm going to play right now."

As soon as you finish your sentence, your phone on your nightstand beeps again. Something tells you that hidden inside that text notification is a command for you to stop whatever you’re doing, but since he’s not here…

You rock your hips forward experimentally, shuddering when the bear’s nose bumps your clit. “Oh fuck…”

With quiet pants, you repeat the action, back and forth. Back and forth. The candy-cane patterned panties you’re wearing gradually grows wetter, your arousal seeping into the cream muzzle of the bear.

In response to your rebellion, the buzzing from your phone increases to a point where it vibrates itself off the nightstand. Still, you don’t stop, and instead, it fuels you to grind faster, harder, until you feel the telltale tingling in your spine.

Your hands grip the sides of the bear, using its ears as leverage to steady the head. You hope he's enjoying the view. “Seokjin, baby, are you watching?” you smirk.

The thrill of potentially disobeying him is exhilarating. Within the realms of technicality, you’re not breaking any rules. Seokjin just said to put the blindfold on and wait, which is exactly what you’re doing right now… just with the added bonus of possibly making yourself orgasm.

The embers quickly spread across your body, and the grip you have around the bear grows tighter. You can’t stop your moans, and they tumble out with careless abandon, growing louder and louder as your orgasm approaches.

“C-Can you hear me? I’m… ah, so fucking close! Baby, baby…” Your body is a forest fire. All your senses are heightened to that one specific point in your body. The world no longer exists, just you and a taut string, ready to snap at a moment’s notice. You’re close… so close. “I’m gonna—”

“Stop.”

The rocking of your hips freeze instantly at the familiar command that often haunts your dreams. In your blinded state, you swivel your head this way and that, trying to pinpoint where his voice is coming from. There’s no way he’s in the room… is there?

“S-Seokjin?” you call out meekly.

His voice sounded so cold, so furious.

At the silence that greets you, you try again. “Jin? Baby? Are you here with me?”

You don’t dare move, or even breathe, as you wait. Then it comes, the unmistakable click of his tongue, followed by the dull thump of his expensive leather shoes against the carpeted floor of the room. Shit.

"O-Oh, when did you get here?" You smile at the direction you think he's coming for.

He ignores your question. “What do we have here?” Seokjin asks instead. Though his words sound amused, you have a feeling he’s anything but.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you attempt a cheery attitude. “B-Baby… I’ve missed you so much! Are you finally here to play?”

Seokjin chuckles, but it’s not the high-pitched laughter you’re used to. No, it’s the one he reserves for when he’s disappointed in your antics; like he can’t believe your audacity.

You gasp when the familiar curl of his fingers wrap around your throat, his forefinger and thumb tilting your chin to the side. His other hand lands on your thigh, drumming his fingers on your skin.

“Bad girl,” he tuts, trailing his lips from the nape of your neck to your shoulder. “I told you explicitly what to do, and here you are disobeying me. What's worse is that you ignored my calls and texts with the phone I gave you.”

The hand on your thigh trails up and up, skirting around the lace edges of your underwear. “What should I do with a baby that can’t even listen to simple instructions, huh?”

You stay completely silent, a small hint of fear diluting your excitement.

Seokjin grazes his teeth along the shell of your ear. “What’s going on now, pet? Too scared to say anything? You were so loud before. Answer me. What shall I do with you tonight?”

“Wanna see you…” you whimper instead of answering his question.

Seokjin laughs in disbelief. “What makes you think you deserve to see me? No no. Not after that stunt you pulled that forced me out of my meeting. Decide on your punishment, baby; I’m giving you this chance because it’s Christmas, but also because I don’t think you’ll appreciate what I have planned for you.”

You attempt to quiet down the loud pounding of your heart with an inhale. It’s mercy, especially from him. “Spank m-me,” you manage to utter.

He hums against your skin. “Spanking? Isn’t that too boring? We’ve done that plenty of times before and it’s clear you don’t learn your lesson from it.” Seokjin pauses, and when you don’t object, he continues. “Well, since you don’t seem to have any other ideas, let’s go with my plan then.”

The cold air whooshes around you when Seokjin departs from your back, and upon release, you slump forward onto the bear. Whatever it was he has planned, you’re not sure you’ll survive.

When he returns, not long after you hear him sticking something to the floor, Seokjin removes the blindfold carefully, making sure it doesn’t tangle with your hair. You can’t help but smile, even when he’s upset with you, he’s still trying to make sure you’re unharmed.

“Okay, angel, seeing as you’re so eager to cum, get on the floor and show me.”

It takes you a few moments to adjust to the bright light. When the room no longer blinds you with white, you find yourself face-to-face with Seokjin. There's a flush of red across his cheeks and ears, a beautiful contrast to the navy vest he wears over his white shirt. God. You must look completely disheveled compared to him.

Seokjin's lips curl into a feline smile. He tucks your hair behind your ear as he whispers, "Are you done staring? Don't forget what you're supposed to do, pet."

Embarrassed, you pretend to not hear him, and instead your eyes find a dildo placed on the floor.

You purse your lips as you survey the toy. It looks pretty standard, although it’s a bit bigger than the normal dildos you’ve seen in sex shops. You’re not too keen on the silicone’s bright neon pink shaft, and the veins protruding along the sides look more comical than anything. But this is the task that Seokjin has assigned you to and even with your hesitance, you’re not about to say ‘no’.

After removing your panties, you take another glance at Seokjin, who smirks at you, before positioning your hips so that the tip of the dildo kisses your hole.

“Come on, get on with it.” Seokjin taps his foot impatiently on the carpet. “Put on a good show for me.”

After taking a deep breath, you slowly lower yourself onto the silicone toy. As the toy disappears inside you, a gasp leaves your lips at the slight burn from the stretch. Yeah, this was way bigger than any of the dildos you’ve tried previously; and maybe it’s because of your position, but the tip reaches further than what you’re used to as well.

“Oh… god…”

You’re filled to the brim, and you’ve barely taken up half of the toy. Thankfully, the cold silicone begins to warm up to your body’s temperature, and you moan as the first bursts of pleasure erupt in your head. You’re moving slow, allowing yourself to get used to the girth, but Seokjin seems displeased, his mouth turned downwards at your efforts.

With a click of his tongue, he rises from the bed to sit behind you on the floor, bunching the black satin fabric in his hands. Your vision disappears when he secures the blindfold over your head again.

After he makes sure that the blindfold won't come loose, he moves your hair to the side and plants a kiss on the nape of your neck, murmuring, "Do you love me?"

You sigh happily, leaning towards his touch. "You know I do. What's up with the question?"

Seokjin chuckles. "Oh, nothing at all." His large hands take hold of your hips, massaging you gently. You squeak when his grip turns forceful, his dull nails digging into your skin, but it doesn't compare to the scream you let out when Seokjin slams you down to the hilt.

“Fuck! Seokjin!” Your walls clench at the sudden intrusion, pinpricks of tears collecting in your eyes when he yanks you up. Your legs shake so badly that if it weren't for the tight hold he has over your hips, you'll surely buckle forward.

Seokjin seizes your jaw, his fingers digging into the flesh of your neck as he rasps harshly, “Didn’t I tell you to put on a show? Huh? Fucking hell. Are you too stupid to understand simple instructions now?”

"N-No…" you sob. "S-Seokjin… I can do it myself."

Using your hips, he pushes you back down onto the dildo, ignoring your whimpers and pleas. "I don't think so," he coos mockingly when your hands scratch over his palms as you beg him to stop. "I think after a year apart, my baby is too stupid to do anything without my help."

Seokjin doesn't need both hands to force you to ride the dildo, and he spits out taunt after taunt, each one meaner than the last. The other hand on your neck holds your head in place, and your neck is surely riddled with half-moon indents by the power of his grip. You’re left speechless as you're made to ride the dildo, there are only half-syllables of his name escaping every so often with how mushy your brain’s turning. With the brutal pace he sets, the burn from your walls stretching open takes a bit to fade into pleasure, but when it does, you're moaning loudly, slamming your hips down repeatedly on your own.

“That’s better,” Seokjin praises, removing his hand from your body to smooth out your hair. You whine when his large hand presses on your upper back, pushing you forward until your chest is parallel to the floor. “Okay, angel, keep riding that dildo and give me your hands. Don’t stop. Good girl.”

Seokjin secures your wrists behind you with a long piece of cloth. You continue to move per his instructions, but at this point your thighs are burning, especially without the support from your arms.

That dreaded click of his tongue reaches your ear again, and so you try to keep up with the momentum, but it’s only for a few more seconds until you falter again.

The grip around your hip tightens again, his nails digging into your skin. “Aww… what’s wrong, baby? Didn’t you want to cum?” Pleased with the results after testing the knot a few times, Seokjin picks you back up from the floor like a rag doll, and begins to move your body for you again.

Your limbs are screaming, the soreness spreading from your thighs, down your legs, turning them numb. Yet you follow his heed, bucking your hips with Seokjin as your conductor. “G-God… Too big…” you whine.

Seokjin sushes your complaints by slipping two of his fingers past your lips. “You can take it. That’s it. Good girl. Keep going.” he praises, kissing your shoulder. Saliva drips from your lips and down your chest as you swirl your tongue around his digits.

Without warning, Seokjin’s hand leaves your hip to draw circles on your clit, his praises unending as you move faster. You garble his name as your eyes flutter shut under the blindfold. The soreness in your thighs is forgotten as you chase your high, climbing higher and higher with each second that passes you by.

Seokjin rips his fingers away from your mouth to unclasp the bra you’re wearing. His wet digits swirl around your nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between his forefinger and thumb, and your spine curves from the dull pain.

“Look at these gorgeous tits,” he groans, pinching your nipple not unkindly. “Your nipples are so fucking hard. Do you feel good, baby?”

“Very… good,” you gasp. “I’m close—”

Everything inside of you is hot – an unchecked flame spreading like wildfire as you keep edging to the brink of madness. The tingling in your spine returns; a delicious warning to your downfall.

“Cum for me, baby. Soak this carpet, yeah?”

“Fuckfuckfuck, Seokjin!” you screech.

Your body shakes with the force of the orgasm, the spine tingling sensation causing your head to swim like you’re thrown into another dimension. Yet the blinding light doesn’t cease because Seokjin’s still going; his hand returning to your hips as he forces you to pick up the pace again.

“Shit… Seokjin… I can’t…”

He laughs aloud at your words. “You can’t? My little fucking brat… Didn’t you say you wanted to cum? I’m giving it to you right now and you’re telling me you can’t?”

No, no, no. Not like this. You’re going to break if he keeps going. Yet your body continues to absorb every brutal impact; every drag of the toy against your walls, and soon the familiar knot returns to your stomach.

“Fuuuck!” you scream. Your bound hands shake behind you in an attempt to break free, but Seokjin’s rope tricks keep the knot from getting undone.

It’s a little bit faster now, the way in which the light blinds your vision. Within a few more moments, you’re soaking the carpet below you again, your high cresting over you and reaching its peak. You think you screamed his name as you came, but you can’t be too sure – not when the world is spinning, and your blood roars loudly in your ears.

You’re whimpering as you come down from the intensity. You’ve tried everything under the sun with Seokjin, but you’ve never had two orgasms in a row – not at the same degree. Seokjin’s large hands cup your face as he removes the blindfold from you, kissing your hair and murmuring sweet praises in the process. With heavy lids, you look up at his handsome face, and you smile at the pride that shines in his eyes. Looks like you did good.

How long have you been leaning on him? You quickly scramble away from his chest, but your body feels like it weighs a thousand pounds, so you simply flail before landing back on his sculpted chest with a thump.

With a quiet chuckle, Seokjin massages your back as he gently removes the dildo from underneath you.

“Ah… fuck…” you hiss at the soreness that’s beginning to settle.

“Was it good?”

“Very,” you hum, kissing him along his jaw. “Is that all you have planned for me tonight?”

Seokjin scoffs as he gathers you from the floor and lifts you up. “Of course not. That's just the beginning. Are you ready for more though?”

“Always. What do you take me for?”

“That’s my girl.”

He lays you gently on your tummy after discarding the stuffed bear to the floor. His hands massage your palms, making sure he hasn’t cut off any blood flow. “How are your hands?”

“Sore, but okay.”

“Would you like me to take them off?”

“Not at all. It’s the only way for you to keep me still, right?”

“I guess so,” he chuckles. “I’m going to move you to the headboard, unless of course… you can do it yourself?”

You take the challenge with a firm nod, and though your legs are jelly from your adventures on the floor, you manage to lift yourself up and crawl to the headboard before dropping your weight onto the mountain of pillows. It wasn’t graceful by any means, but it got the job done.

Seokjin whistles at your feat as tosses his vest away and undoes the first few buttons of his shirt, and you have a sinking suspicion that the missing tie in his ensemble is the exact same one that has bound your wrists together. And judging from how his hands return to his sides, it seems like you’re the only one that’s going to be naked tonight. Darn.

“Eyes up here, baby.”

To be honest, you hadn’t realized you had thrown all your focus on the sliver of honeyed-skin, but at his words, your eyes jerk up to meet his, and you find yourself staring at that irritating half-smirk you’ve come to love.

“Wasn’t staring,” you mumble.

There’s a hardness in Seokjin’s gaze, causing the air to still. “I don’t remember teaching my baby to lie.” Even though he spoke in a whisper, there’s a hidden threat underneath the words.

Shit.

“I mean… I didn’t…” you fumble.

“No, no, you clearly did.” Seokjin shifts to loom above you before pressing his thumb on your bottom lip. “This filthy fucking mouth,” he growls.

You start to mumble, but Seokjin pushes his digit past your lips and hooks his thumb on the inside of your cheek, causing it to bulge and force you into silence. His other hand reaches over to unzip his pants, freeing his girth of its confines. You’re transfixed, unable to take your eyes off the leaking head. He pumps his length a few times, and your mouth begins to salivate at the thought of his taste again. Oh, how you’ve missed him.

Without removing his thumb, he stands over you and jerks himself in front of your face, the tip of his dick bumping your cheek every so often. You struggle against your binds, your mouth wrapping itself around his thumb as you whine around it.

“You're making a mess of my finger,” he groans. “Are you that hungry for my cock, baby?”

You nod fervently without looking up from the sight of his purple-ish head.

“Okay then, open up.”

Just after your lips part as you release his thumb, Seokjin rams his dick all the way inside, knocking your head backwards against the headboard. But the dull pain on your head is nothing like the burn in your throat. Seokjin’s big, and your small throat has a hard time accomodating to his girth.

“Shit… so fucking tight. Just for me.”

His cock sits heavy on your tongue, your jaw aching from having to keep your mouth open. You try to breathe but the air seems intent on not entering you. Oh god, did he get bigger?

“Ah, isn’t this much nicer?" His voice distracts you from your predicament. "You’re so much quieter with a cock in your mouth.”

Seokjin tangles his fingers in your hair, angling your head slightly upwards so he can easily thrust into your throat. Even though he’s going slow, tears begin to collect in your eyes as you struggle to breathe.

He then wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing hard enough that it cuts off your air flow. As you choke and gag around him, Seokjin groans loudly above you. “Fuuuck, I love how tight you got. I can feel the outline of my dick around your throat. Is it hard to breathe, baby? Huh?”

“Mmph!” you whine around him. Your fingernails dig into your palms as lights begin to dance in front of your eyes. Just as you think you’re about to tap out from the lack of oxygen, Seokjin removes himself from your throat, relieving you of much needed air as you sputter and choke.

You’re inhaling lungfuls of air, until your heart is no longer running like you just finished a marathon.

“Fuck,” you cry weakly.

Seokjin tips your chin up with his finger. “Still want more?”

“Please,” is all you can muster.

With a whispered ‘okay’, Seokjin returns to straddle you and places the tip of his cock on your lips. You open your mouth dutifully, maintaining eye contact as you go down on his length. He waits patiently until your nose brushes against the dark hairs on the base before he begins moving.

Seokjin tangles his fingers in your hair to keep you steady, and so you don’t knock your head against the headboard. When you give him the slightest nod, he’s merciless; driving his hips forward, and groaning loudly every time you swallow around his length. Though there’s a curtain of tears that block your vision, you can still make out the twist in Seokjin’s face as he loses himself in bliss.

His balls slap against your jaw and you want nothing more than to play with them, but you’re only left wanting, with your hands unable to hold on to anything aside from the sheets below you. You focus on hollowing your cheeks, and with it you’ve earned yourself a deep thrust and Seokjin’s loud grunt of your name.

“Baby, baby,” he hisses. Seokjin’s close; you can tell by the way he falters in his thrusts. “Shit…”

Just before he explodes, he yanks your head back to unsheathe himself. His other hand wraps around his length, his body jerking as his orgasm overtakes him. You barely manage to close your eyes before the first spurts hit you; the warm fluid decorating your forehead and cheeks in white. As Seokjin’s ragged breathing slows down, you peek when you don't feel anymore spurts on your face, but you shut your eyes immediately when it turns out he hasn't spared them.

“You – ah – look so pretty with my cum all over you like this,” he smiles through quick inhales of air.

You attempt to lick at the drops that land on your cheeks, but they’re unfortunately too far from your tongue. “Wanna taste…” you pout.

“Dirty girl.”

You can’t help but grin at the pride in his voice. Seokjin scoops up his cum with his fingers as he mutters, “Open wide.” You stick your tongue out and he presses his cum-stained fingers to your mouth, and your lips close around his digits automatically as you begin to suck. When his digits are clean, Seokjin wipes the cum from your eyes with what you assume is a handkerchief he retrieved from his pockets.

“Such a beautiful cumslut,” he hums as he cleans your face. “Would you let just anyone make a mess of you?”

“No,” you mumble, opening your eyes when he's done. “Just you,” you whisper absentmindedly, staring in awe at his dick that hasn’t lost its rigidity.

Seokjin follows your gaze and beams when he realizes what it is you’re staring at. Gripping the base of his dick, he taps the tip of his dick on your lips. “Do you still want more? Are two orgasms not enough for you?”

You nod enthusiastically, spreading your legs outward to prove your point. “I don’t think one is enough for you either,” you tease.

“You're absolutely right,” he beams. Seokjin traces your cheek absentmindedly, and there's a strange tone in his voice when he murmurs, “My cock-hungry whore. Is that what you are?”

That’s a new one, and you’re surprised to find how much you love it.

“I am. I’m your cock-hungry whore,” you pant, your eyes falling to his length again. Perhaps it’s the trick of the light, but you swear– no, you know for sure that he’s bigger than before.

Seokjin grabs your legs and kneels down between them, situating the tip over your entrance. But instead of entering, he purposefully slides up, bumping into your clit and causing you to shiver.

“How much do you want me? It seems like you’ll do just fine with the dildo. Should I just bring that back?”

As you chase after his length with your hips, you let out a high-pitch whine, your cunt leaking more juices with every drag of his fat cock against your swollen folds.

“A- A lot… I want it,” you beg.

“Oh?” Seokjin whispers. “I don’t know… it doesn’t seem like you want me that much,” he teases.

Every time the tip of his cock bumps your clit, you’re permitted a small sliver of heaven, one so out of reach with the way he’s teasing you.

“Beg for it, baby. Or else I’ll really get the dildo and fuck you that way instead.”

You’re squirming; kicking the sheets underneath you. If he doesn't stop teasing you, you swear you're going to explode.

“Fuck! Fine! Seokjin, please. Pleasepleaseplease. I need your cock so bad,” you rasp. “Hurry up and fuck me!”

“As you wish.”

Seokjin sinks into your heat after your cry, and the both of you moan in unison when he fills you to the brim. If you thought the dildo was big, it was nothing compared to Seokjin. Every time he buries himself inside of you, it’s like you’re about to tear into two. Yet the usual burn from the stretch doesn’t last as long, and you’re soon thrown into the depths of pleasure.

“Fuck!” you hiss repeatedly.

“Oh, fuck,” he repeats, and he splays his hand on your stomach, pressing lightly at the slight outline of his cock. “I’m always amazed that this tiny pussy can take me so well. Can you feel how deep I am inside of you, angel?”

You claw at the sheets underneath you as he begins his punishing pace. “Yes, fuck! So deep…” You blink the tears away at the sight of Seokjin above you.

Even in the throes of pleasure, with sweat slicking his forehead, he looks like a god. It’s not fair that he’s still clothed; you want nothing more than anything to rip his shirt away. Once again, you attempt to free yourself from your bindings, and once again… you fail.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Seokjin asks with a teasing lilt.

“Want to touch you,” you whisper breathlessly.

With a chuckle, he shakes his head. “You don’t deserve to touch me. Just lie there and be a good hole for me.”

“Seokjin…” you wail. “Need to touch you.”

“Nope.” He proceeds to exit out of you and flip you over, so that you’re lying on your stomach again. “You’ve not been good today, pet. So you don’t get what you want.”

Seokjin grabs your bound wrists and yanks them upwards, bringing your body up into the air. With his knees, he pushes your legs out further. Without your hands supporting your weight, you’re relying heavily on your thighs and the hold that Seokjin has.

It hasn’t even been a few seconds and your thighs are already burning, but thankfully, that feeling quickly goes away, replaced by the pleasure that his cock brings upon entering you.

This time, his thrusts are slower, and he prioritises going deeper into your heat. It’s more intimate, a complete one-eighty to the rough pounding you just received, but you’re not certain that you can cum from this alone.

As if he’s reading your thoughts, Seokjin’s hand snakes around your waist to return to your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves gently with figure eights. You sigh, feeling so full and whole with him so deep inside you.

“I wanted to be mean, but you just looked so lovely,” he admits, his voice wistful and soft. “I don’t think I have it in me to go hard on you anymore.”

He doesn’t go any faster than he needs to, paying close attention to every sound you make and adjusting his speed then. It doesn’t take you long to reach the apex again, the climb much easier after you’ve experienced it once before, but still, it’s not enough to pull you over the edge.

“Jin… Jin… Need you faster," you wail.

“Yeah, baby, I got you,” he grunts.

He releases you from his hold and pushes your face to the bed, his thrusts punishing as he slams repeatedly into your cunt. You’re screaming his name, chanting it like a prayer, even though your throat is sore from overuse. This is what you need; the feel of Seokjin driving his dick deeper within you, pushing you over and over to the brink.

“Seokjin—” you cry, soaking the sheets below with your tears.

You’re so close, so so close.

“Cum for me, angel. One last time. Cream my cock, yeah?”

The orgasms you’ve had previously doesn’t compare to the one you’re experiencing now. This isn’t an ember, but a white blinding light, consuming you from the inside out as you come undone with a silent scream, your mind filled with a pleasant buzzing that renders you completely speechless. Yet Seokjin isn’t done, and he continues to pound into you, growing faster and deeper as he chases his own high.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum, gonna fuck you full of my seed.”

You whine at his brutal pace, raising your hips higher. "S-Seokjin!"

“That’s it, take all of me. Oh God… Shit—I’m cumming—"

Seokjin lets out a long moan as his orgasm takes over. His dark hair falls over his eyes, and he grabs your ass tightly as he fills you up with his warm seed.

Wholly overwhelmed, you only mumble something unintelligible when he slips away. The bed dips when Seokjin returns, and all you feel is a warm damp cloth between your legs. When he's done, he tosses the rag away before he gathers you in his arms. When Seokjin undoes the knots, you sigh, feeling pins and needles settling in, as Seokjin massages your wrists.

“I love you,” he mumbles as he lays you back down on the bed, bowing his head to claim your lips.

You return his kisses slowly, opening your lips to let his tongue glide inside. “I love you too,” you mumble back when you part. “I can’t believe it took you this long to kiss me.”

Seokjin laughs, the sound muted and quiet, but still warm. “What can I say? You were a total brat today. I told you one thing and you did the complete opposite.”

You scoff, bringing your hand to your chest. “Technically, I didn’t break any rules. You never said I couldn’t touch myself. I just had to sit pretty and wear a blindfold.”

“Yeah? Well, look at where that ‘technicality’ got you, brat.

Seokjin scoots you over to lie next to you, and you’re both silent except for the sound of your breathing. Turning over to your side, you slide over into his awaiting arms. “I have a question for you…”

“Shoot.”

“Was this anything like what you had planned today?”

You can feel his chest rumble as he laughs. “Nothing ever goes as planned when it comes to you.”

You chuckle along with him. “Not even the dildo?”

“Oh, that one was planned, although my original idea was to be a bit nicer to you. God, you bring out the 'mean' me,” Seokjin pouts.

“Speaking of, where did you get it anyway? I’ve never seen a hot pink dildo that big before. Holy shit, it’s almost as big as you.”

Seokjin doesn’t say anything, and after looking up from where you lie on the crook of his neck, you spy that he’s smirking. And the realization slowly dawns on you. “No fucking way…”

“You said you wanted my dick as a Christmas present, so here it is,” he shrugs.

“So, you’re telling me… you molded your dick and… wait what? How does that work?”

He laughs, filling the room with the sound of Christmas bells. “I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you’.”

You roll your eyes, knowing that he can’t see. “Thank you,” you repeat coyly after him.

“You’re welcome.” Seokjin squeezes you in his embrace. “One more thing? You’re moving in with me after this weekend. I’ve prepared an apartment for the two of us close to where you work so we don’t have to only meet once a year.”

You pry yourself away from his arms. “Wait what?” Leave it to Seokjin to leave the details to something this extravagant at the last minute. You can’t believe what you’re hearing. Does that mean you don’t have to part with him at the end of your holiday? “For real?”

“Yeah,” he beams. “Surprise."

You look into his eyes, staring at the familiar warm irises for a few seconds before you bring his face in and smash your lips to his. Stupid, impulsive Seokjin. You still can't believe he bought an apartment for you so the two of you won't have to part.

"Is that the cause for celebration?" you mumble into his lips.

"Yep, that's the big surprise. There's no more after that."

"Got it," you whisper, pulling your weary body up to straddle his waist. "I promised you a show, didn't I?"

Seokjin raises his brow as your hands begin to undo the rest of the buttons. "Oh? Is there more?" he asks as you part the white fabric to his sides.

"Of course. That's just the beginning," you parrot with a wiggle of your eyebrows, leaning down to kiss his collarbone. He's finally exposed, thank god. "The question is…" your nail drags from the centre of his chest down his torso, "are you ready for more?"

Seokjin laughs from underneath you before flipping you over, his arms landing by the side of your head as he smirks down at you. He looks deep into your eyes, fitting your chin between his forefinger and thumb, and you see the mischievous fire blazing in his eyes.

With his lips curling into a smile, he whispers, voice so angelic to hide the sins he's about to commit–

"Always."