#jin reader

Yeji once suggested speaking to a therapist about having anger management issues after walking into your office and having to dodge a flying pen Matrix style. The thing is that writing is the only thing that brings this emotion out of you. No other thing has been this frustrating in your life, especially these past few months. This change of scenery was supposed to help, instead its made it worse since now you’re all alone dealing with the thoughts of self doubt and multiple episodes of laying on the floor like the scene in Lilo and Stitch. Except, unlike Lilo, you have no one here to tell “Leave me alone to die” to.  

You’re beginning to feel like a failure, absolutely no work has been accomplished. What kind of author can’t even write or draw? Maybe giving up the children’s book gig and becoming an erotica novel writer is a good idea. You’ve always thought about the idea of writing spicy romance novels. You’ve heard the building secretaries whispering about the newest “spicy” book they’ve seen on Tiktok. Apparently fantasy books about werewolves are very popular, talking about “mates” and “knots” and other supposedly hot things. Who knew porn about imaginary creatures would be something people would be into.

This cabin was supposed to help you write but right now it’s feeling like a stuffy prison. Checking Naver for any local coffee shops you discovered there’s a Starbucks, should you support local coffee shops instead? Yes. Would you rather have a frappucino than real coffee? Also yes.

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This Starbucks wasn’t a standalone building. Just like almost every other building in this town it’s connected to other shops almost like a strip mall. There’s a pet supply shop to the right of it and a tteok-bokki restaurant to the left.

Resisting the urge to stop at the restaurant you walk into the Starbucks and find that it looks just like any other one you could find in Seoul. It seems like this location is pretty popular. There’s a moderately long line of people waiting to place their order. All the tables were occupied even the seats right at the bar were taken. Sighing in defeat  you switch your laptop bag from one shoulder to the other.

Heading out the door you heard a pair of voices loudly bickering behind you. Stopping to hold the door open for the men you recognized one of the men as Yoongi from the bakery. You didn’t know the other man though.

“Would you like some coffee with all that sugar?” Yoongi said giving the other man’s drink in his hand a disgusted look.

The taller man scoffed, “Oh I’m sorry that I’m not a coffee snob like you and only drink my coffee black. I happen to love myself and caramel frapuccinos are my comfort food. Self care is important these days!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes before noticing you, “What are you doing here?”

Before you could answer he was smacked on the back of his head and pushed out of the doorway. “Ya! Don’t you have any manners? Sorry about him, I’m Jin and I’m guessing you know Yoongi.””

You nodded while Yoongi turned and glared at the man behind him making a low sound that oddly resembled a dog’s growl. Shivers went down your spine and oddly down to another place that you definitely were not expecting.

“I was trying to get a frappuccino and some cake pops but the line is way too long and I didn’t want to wait.”

“I can make cake pops that are way better than those abominations. C’mon let’s go.”

Sharing a confused look with Yoongi who just shrugged you followed after Jin who was marching like a man on a mission in the direction of the bakery.

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Walking into the bakery your nose was overwhelmed with the scent of cinnamon, it almost made you sneeze. Yoongi ushered you to a table near a window and told you to sit tight. Pulling out your phone you decide to browse Instagram while you waited. Leaning back in your chair you could hear muffled arguing coming from what you assumed was the kitchen in the back.

“I’m telling you, you need to play up the bad boy look. You can get more tips If you would at least answer when women ask you about your tattoos.”

“And I’m telling you, they make me uncomfortable. It’s either cranky ajummas who give me dirty looks when they notice or women who have no shame and try to touch them. I’m not a damn petting zoo, hyung.”

“You look like a zoo animal.” Jimin snickered while sitting on one of the counters near the stove. This resulted in a big glob of cream cheese frosting meant for the piping hot cinnamon rolls being launched at him narrowly missing his head and splattering on the wall. He jumped off the counter growling “Listen here you little shit.”

“What the hell do you two think you’re doing in MY kitchen?”

Jin was fuming looking at his younger mates acting like children in his precious safe haven. He knew he shouldn’t have let Yoongi talk him into going on a break.

“He started it!” Jungkook pointed at Jimin who was currently stalking towards him ready to hit him in his stupid pretty boy face.

“Shut up you little snitch!”

“Snitches get stitches” Yoongi added.

“Cut it out all of you” Namjoon called from the office rubbing his temples trying to alleviate the migraine that was forming from staring at excel sheets all day.

“Y/N is out there waiting for a coffee. This is our chance to give her the potion.” Yoongi informed the alpha wolf giving him the iced Americano he bought for him.

“Call Taehung and tell him to get over here. We’re executing the plan today.”

~Present Day~

You didn’t know what to expect but what you were expecting sure as hell wasn’t this. The room you were currently held in looked like a five star hotel room, adorned in hues of red and gold and decorated with paintings of regal wolves hunting deer and hanging around the moon goddess. If you were here under different circumstances maybe you could appreciate how beautiful this room was.

There was no clock in here so it was impossible to know how long you were trapped in this makeshift prison cell. And the lack of a window was also disorienting. Your phone sat useless on a side table, long dead. But it wasn’t needed to know at least a few hours had passed since the guards brought you.

The first hour was filled with frantic pacing and trying to open the locked door. Why were you guys being treated like prisoners? It’s not like you broke any laws. But seeing how serious the guards were you figured some werewolf law was in fact broken.

During your crisis Jungkook was somehow able to fall asleep on the plush king size bed. He was curled up in the fetal position hugging a pillow close to his body. His baby face, even more prominent while relaxed and unconscious, made him look like a young boy and not a man in his twenties even with his facial peircings.

Rage filled every part of your being as you fought the urge to yell at him to wake up and face the reality of the situation. After all this was his fault, right? Why did he take that stupid potion? Why didn’t he listen to Yuna? Why couldn’t he stop being so immature for once in his life?

This was the first emotion other than soul crushing sadness that you felt this during this whole ordeal and it scared you.

Walking away from him and into the bathroom to cool off before doing something you’d regret seemed like the right thing to do. Throwing things Jungkook already knew in his face would be cruel.

The marble of the bathroom counter felt cool against your palms as you stood in front of the sink staring at yourself in the mirror. You look rough, eyes red, face puffy and dried tears adorning your cheeks. You were never a pretty crier like the women in the Kdramas you watched every night with Jin. If said man was here he’d tell you that you looked like you got ran over by a car and that you could never catch him slipping like that.

You snorted at the memory of your overly confident mate. He always had an ugly crying face but you didn’t have the heart to ever tell him that fact. The small smile you were able to conjure up quickly fell when you remembered soon he won’t be your mate anymore.  Feeling the urge to cry once again felt ever present so you rushed to turn on the water faucet.

Cupping your hands you splashed cold water in your face. The freezing liquid was shocking enough that it felt like an emotional reset. It was a little trick you learned from Yoongi who said it always helped to ground himself when he felt a panic attack coming on. ‘You can’t freak out when you’re cold’, he’d say. You seriously contemplated taking a cold shower and just fully shocking your system into submission but that just sounded miserable.

You definitely didn’t need anymore miserable in your life.

Was everything Jungkook’s fault? Yes. Could he have killed Yoongi? Yes. But he didn’t and that should count for something right? Why couldn’t Namjoon realize he was extremely sorry? Wasn’t the mate bond supposed to be strong? Isn’t it like a supernatural marriage pact?

What happened to ‘Through sickness and health’? How could Jungkook be thrown away like trash that easily? The thing that hurt the most was that no one else but you stood up for him. Not even Taehyung who ran with his tail between his legs when he was scared. Why were you the only brave one?

Jungkook was your priority now and you would stick with him for the rest of your life. The others may have been able to be forced into abandoning their love for him but you’re stronger than that. Fuck werewolves and their cowardice.

"Y/N-ie, we need to talk about you calling me Oppa..." He leans against the mirrored wall behind him and stares at you. 

Your face flushes at being called out for using such a familiar term with someone so much your societal superior. "I apologise for being so informal Seokjin-si, Namjoon-oppa told me I could familiarise myself with you, I have overstepped please accept my apology." You start to bow deeply, desperately hoping to keep your job, but Jin catches your arm keeping you upright. 

"AISH, I'm going to hurt him." He sighs. "Y/N it's okay, you're not disrespecting me, I just prefer people not refer to me as their oppa is all."

"Oh okay..." It's an odd request, most men revel in the honorific, enjoying the respect behind the word. You stand in silence for a moment before realising Jin hadn't restarted the elevator. "Seokjin-op... Seokjin-si, why are we still in a stalled lift?" He glances at you and then glances back at the control panel.

"Right... Yeah." He presses the big red button again but nothing happens. He pushes it three more times to no avail, quickly becoming agitated. "I think I got us stuck," He admits sheepishly. 

You take your turn pressing the button, unsurprised when your predicament doesn't resolve itself.

 "Do you have a phone? Jungkook stole mine when his battery died."

"I think it's in my handbag behind the security desk, employees aren't allowed our phones near the idols." You reply, shrugging before sitting on the floor, resolved to be there for a while. You watch as Jin considers his limited options before conceding and joining you. You focus back on your uninteresting spot, eyes occasionally wandering back to Seokjin's perfect features. 

You sit in silence for 15 minutes, twiddling with your fingers as you awkwardly try to think of a conversation to have. Any topic would do but your brain is struggling to come up with a single word in any language. Judging by the way Jin is biting his lips, that you are definitely not staring at, he is facing the same conundrum.

"Why can't I call you Oppa?" You've blurted it out before you can think through the disrespect the question could carry. If someone doesn't want you to address them informally that's their business.

"Ah well... that's a bit... It's not just you. Actually right now it might just be you." he says.

Your brow furrows, you try to remember a time where you had perhaps offended the man in some way but you come up empty.

 "That sounds bad, I don't mean it in a bad way. You're just… aish this shouldn't be so hard. You're just really pretty and I find it hard to focus when you call me oppa." 

Jin stares into your eyes as you digest the information you've been given, completely blindsided by the revelation that the world’s most beautiful idol thinks you are beautiful.

"Surely it can't be that hard to get over me calling you oppa?" You tilt your head, genuinely confused. He looks away from you and just groans again.

"There isn't a way for me to tell you why you can't call me oppa without you suing me and Bighit for some kind of sexual harassment." He says. 

Seokjin pulls his knees into his chest and looks down, tugging at his hair. Still you are a little confused. It seems absurd that one word could cause that much trouble. As the idol unfurls himself to look at you again it finally registers why the man is so embarrassed. The growing bulge in his jeans tells you the full story. You hadn't meant to look, it just drew your attention like a magnet. You release a soft 'oh' unable to look away.

"Y/N I'm going to need you to stop looking. I can't afford the scandal that will occur if you don't." Obediently you peel your gaze away and meet his eyes. 

"Yes... Oppa..." His lips are on yours before you fully finish the syllable. 

"Tell me to stop, right now, tell me to stop." He whispers against your lips. He looks pained when you refuse to answer. "If you don't tell me to stop, I'm not going to, and that's going to put both our careers at risk.” 

You pull away and really think about it. Throwing away everything you've worked for, just for one elicit kiss with a celebrity before he inevitably moves on to the next best thing. On the other hand, you were making out with World Wide Handsome, an opportunity that will only come once in this lifetime.

"Kiss me Oppa, ruin me." You lean back in and claim his lips as yours. He wastes no time dragging you on to his lap, your skirt uniform doing nothing to protect your soaking panties from rubbing against his fly. You grind down to feel the friction against your clit, not really thinking of the ramifications, not really caring. 

"Y/N-ah," Jin keens in your ear. "Can I? Can I fuck you?" He lifts his hips up to meet your motions. 

"Please." You whimper, leaning your head into the crook of his shoulder.

"Please who?"

"Please Oppa, I want you to take me. Oppa fuck me please." 

You nibble at his neck as a hand snakes between your thighs. You rise onto your knees to allow him the room to manoeuvre himself. He drags delicately against the damp seam in your underwear before undoing the zip on his jeans. With only a little struggle, he frees himself from the denim and pulls aside your panties so you can feel the size of him against your bare skin. 

"Do you think it'll fit with no warm up baby?" 

"I can take it Oppa." you say, assuring him.

Sitting up properly, you meet his eyes, he needs no further permission, lining himself up for you to sink down on to him. You take it slowly at first, taking your time with the first inch, watching the way his eyes closed and mouth fell open. The second inch went in just as easily.  Jin reaches out to help steady you, a hand on each hip keeping you firmly in place, also preventing you from coming back up. You dropped down quicker for the next couple of inches, desperate to get him fully buried in you. What you hadn't really anticipated was reaching inch 5 and still having further to go. Apparently, the bulge you'd noticed earlier had been soft. 

He pushes at your hip as you arch your back to try and accommodate the excess you had not anticipated. Finally, you are seated fully back in his lap again, wriggling experimentally and groaning at the stretch when you try to get comfortable. He thrusts a little underneath you, struggling to keep still with the temptation of you hovering above him. He decides to preoccupy himself with the sliver of collarbone he can see poking above your uniform. 

He sucks aggressively at the previously blemish-free skin, his goal of marring his canvas perfectly clear. He bites down until little purple marks begin to appear in place of his teeth. Slowly you begin to lift yourself from his lap before dropping yourself back into his lap. Each lift gets quicker as you set a pace that you're comfortable with, Jin meets you midway each time, too impatient to wait for you to come all the way back down to him. 

"Say it again baby."

"Oppa, fuck me oppa." You moan into his ear, trying to keep as quiet as possible, the thought of someone catching you in the elevator now was nothing short of disastrous. As your legs start to give out you rock back and forth, spurred on by his increasingly sloppy thrusts beneath you. 

"Y/N I'm going to cum, shit, I've got nowhere to cum." He bites down hard on your shoulder as he tries to stop himself, but you just grind harder.

"I'm on the pill Oppa, just cum." Seokjin knows better than to trust some random girl he barely knows, but with you he can't help it. He pulls you close so you're forced to keep still and he thrusts as deep as he possibly can as he releases inside of you. He holds you close long after he has finished, and you just let him cling to you, regardless of the uncomfortable mess that was now dripping from between your legs onto Jin's jeans.

"We should move Oppa, what if someone comes to rescue us?" You ask, trying to wriggle from his grip.

"Unless you want round two I would suggest not calling me Oppa Y/N." He groans, but allows you to get up, you move your underwear swiftly back into place and cross your legs to prevent making a mess. 

"And what if I want a round two... Oppa?" Jin stands to make his way to you on the opposite side of the lift, with the clear intention to make you regret ever taunting him. Just as his arms cage you against the wall, the elevator springs back to life and the idol is forced away from you in case the doors swing open. 

You finish the ride in silence, reaching the ground floor quickly. You get a few odd looks as the two of you exit but no one seems suspicious. 

"Good night Y/N si." Jin bows as he heads for the parking lot doors.

"Goodnight Seokjin-Oppa," you call heading for the main entrance.

His ringtone rang through the air as he sighed, knowing who was the person behind the call even without answering it. “Jackson Wang, what’s up?” He muttered, still sulking because his appearance changed yet again.

“You don’t sound too enthusiastic today, though I have a feeling why.” Jackson easily figured out from the new tone of his voice. It wasn’t low and deep, compared to his voice from the previous day.

“I thought I was already okay.”

“And you know that we both wanted that, but maybe, that’s a sign that you’re getting better, though?” Jackson tried to be optimistic. “I mean, that’s a sign that your condition is probably weening, right?”

“Maybe, it is. Maybe, it isn’t. There aren’t any studies about my condition that could support any hypothesis we have. We can only assume,” he sighed, remembering his struggles during the first time he had changed. Immediately, he tried to look for any solution or research about his condition. There was none that came out on Google. He wondered if it were a government secret, but no one from the national intelligence agencies have kidnapped or visited him.

“What could’ve possibly happened the day before then that stopped you from changing?” Jackson asked.

“Nothing new from my usual routine.”

“Are you sure?” Jackson asked.

“I’m a man of habit, Jackson. You should’ve known that since we‘be been friends for such a long time,” he reminded, but Jackson pouted.

“Just friends? I thought we were best friends?”

He laughed at Jackson’s statement, his mood improving for the first time since he saw his face that morning. “Alright, alright. You’re my best friend,” he dismisses Jackson, who chuckled from the other line.

“Why don’t you retrace your tracks from that day? Maybe, you did something differently, or maybe, something else happened,” Jackson suggested as he quietly hummed, carefully considering the brunet had suggested.

“Don’t I have to finish anything by today?” He asked.

“Nah, I’d rather you look for the reason why you didn’t change yesterday. Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ll be occupied thinking about it, instead of being able to flesh out some new tunes.”

“Well then, I suppose I should do that,” he smiled to his reflection before giving a wink. He decided to take a shower before he went to his big walk-in closet as he tried to figure out which clothes would suit him today. For some reason, he was into oversized sweatshirts and fitted jeans. After changing and fixing his hair, he made his way to the coffee shop, where Suran was all by herself.

Oddly, you weren’t around.

“Hi! Welcome! Can I take your order?” Suran asked as he nodded, giving out his usual order of Flat White with Vanilla syrup. However, he kept looking around the coffee shop, trying to look for you or your shadow.

“Are you looking for anyone?” Suran asked as he shook his head, not wanting to seem like the odd, stalker-like customer.

“I’m just looking around the coffee shop. It has a really nice atmosphere to it,” he tried to make a white lie, which Suran easily bought.

“Right? The owner made sure that the coffee shop turned out to be really cozy and comfortable, especially since stressed people usually come and go. The owner wanted his customers to feel relaxed even for just a minute or two when they’re just passing by...” Suran continued to dabble about the furniture inside the coffee shop as he partially regretted hid attempt at small talk with the barista.

“Anyways, the coffee shop seems quite big. Are you alone or do you have anyone to help you out?” He asked, hoping to get a clue where you were.

“Oh, the other barista’s on her day off. She doesn’t have work on Saturdays,” Suran replied as he tried to mask his disappointment. And here he was hoping he’d be able to talk to you when he really looked handsome at the moment.

“Oh, well, it doesn’t seem to be very busy on Saturdays,” he observed, looking at the lack of customers compared to its usual number on weekdays.

“You should see this coffee shop on Sundays. It’s nearly empty, but I don’t get why our owner wants us to open, even on Sundays.”

His coffee came after a little bit as he immediately waved good-bye to Suran, deciding to walk to the grocery which was the next place he visited two days prior.

He casually got the same food he bought previously, wondering if there was something about the ingredients and other grocery items he bought. But, he realizes midway that he was already overdoing it as he puts back the pint of ice cream he was supposed to buy for himself, but another hand had reached out for the handle.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I thought you were through already.”

He turns around and realizes that it was you, a flustered look on your face as if you had been caught buying ice cream when you weren’t supposed to. You gave a slight cough, answering his unasked question as he tried not to raise his eyebrow. You cleared your throat as you backed away from the ice cream, realizing that you weren’t supposed to eat ice cream when you were coughing.

“Go on. I don’t think I should be eating ice cream right now,” you sheepishly tried to hide that you weren’t feeling well.

He peers over his basket and sees a bag of lemons, which he usually sliced into thinner slices for his lemon-infused water. He takes the bag and hands it to you, much to your surprise.

“Try slicing this into thin pieces and place a few of those slices inside your water jug or something. You’ll need a lot of vitamin C,” he tries not to stutter, because he knows how awkward the situation was. It was obvious you didn’t remember him or know him. He also knows that you still wouldn’t have remembered him even if he were still ‘Namjoon’ at the moment.

However, instead of glaring at him with a suspicious look on your face, you took the plastic of lemons with your two hands, smiling, thanking him, even, for the gesture.

“Thank you. That’s something I never considered, but I think that would actually help me a lot,” you said in gratitude as you placed the bag of lemons inside your basket.

He simply nods casually, as if his heart wasn’t beating at the speed of light. He walks away from the scene, the tub of ice cream forgotten, as he tries to make it seem like he wasn’t affected at all just by talking to you and seeing you direct a smile towards him.

He shouldn’t be this affected when he knew he was going to talk to you the next day.

He did all the things he did that day, hoping that he wouldn’t change.

The following day, he dropped by the coffee shop, an excited smile on his face as you went to greet him by the cashier.

“Oh, you’re the one who helped me out yesterday,” you recognized him with a smile as he tried to hide how giddy he was feeling inside.

You remembered him!

“Ah, y-yes, I didn’t know that you were the barista here,” he lied smoothly, but you had believed his words.

“Well, I’m actually new here, so if you haven’t visited in a week or so, this should be the first time you’ll see me.”

“Ah, is that so? I don’t have to worry about you getting my coffee wrong, hmm?” He teased, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head in response, a smile making its way to your lips. Ah, why did you have to make him feel so breathless with just a simple smile? “I’ll do my best,” you pumped your fists as he handed a few bills towards you.

“A cup of flat white with vanilla latte,” he said as you nodded, tapping a few buttons on the cash register. You handed him back his change, but he shook his head. “A generous tip for the cute barista,” he winked.

You blushed for a moment as you placed the money inside the tip box. You asked for his name as he smiled, knowing just what name suited him today.

“Kim Seokjin.”

You were obviously still flustered from the wink and the very generous tip he gave when you were just doing your job, judging from the way that your cheeks were still red. He smiled to himself, pleased to have given that effect on you. 

If you only knew how you made him feel since the first time you saw him....

You gave his coffee, afterwards, as he noticed that the coffee was filled to the brim. He raised an eyebrow as you smiled, shaking your head. “It’s on the house,” you said as he shook his head.

His generous tip was gonna be deducted just because you also decided to pay him back!

You shook your head back, however, insisting that he take his coffee. Well, at least, he knew that you were also a generous and kind person. He sighed, resigned to your decision as he went and sat on one of the free stools inside the store since he had to work on a few lyrics for his work.

The joke was on him, though, because he spent the whole day staring at you. The way your eyes twinkled as you tried to explain the difference between ‘hot chocolate’ and ‘hot peppermint chocolate’ to the seven-year-old kid who came along with her parents; the way you eagerly greeted a customer who seemed to be a regular; the way you were encouraged a college student who was obviously sleep-deprived; the way you endearingly laughed at an old couple whom he knew had a penchant for talking about funny anecdotes — he noticed all of them.

It was just so hard not to fall in love with you.

His eyes widened in realization as he quietly gathered his things, freaking out from what he was feeling at the moment. Something like falling in love was impossible for him. He already knew that he couldn’t possibly fall for anyone. It was gonna drain, confuse, stress, and exhaust his loved one.

He couldn’t afford the same thing for her.

He rushes home without even bothering to say good-bye as he tries to avoid your gaze. It wasn’t probably going to be so rude to just avoid you, right? He could always go to another cafe that would serve the same flat white with vanilla syrup concoction.

He calls up Jackson Wang that night.

“So, what service can I bring you today, Mr.?” Jackson asked, curious about his new name for the day.

“Seokjin. Kim Seokjin.”

“Alright. So, it’s obvious you haven’t changed. That’s good improvement.  What can I do for you then, Jin?” Jackson asked, a curious tone present.

Jin sighed, scratching his head. “I need to relocate.”

“Wait, what? Relocate? So, suddenly?” Jackson asked, a tone of disbelief. Of course, Jin has not relocated in ten years and it’s only because nobody has caught on to his unusual condition.

“I-“ Jin wondered for a moment if he was willing to tell Jackson.

“Look, I know you’re not a person who does things based on instinct, but you’ve got to think this over, okay?” Jackson paused for a moment. “Or did something happen?”

“More like, someone happened,” Jin muttered silently.

“Oh, so you fell in love? Who’s the lucky girl?” Jackson squealed as Jin cursed his best friend’s good ear.

“More like unlucky. You know it’s never gonna blossom. My situation is complicated and I don’t want to give the girl any unnecessary trauma, Jackson. She’s gonna get stressed because of my situation. And she’s gonna leave me when she finds out,” Jin sighed, remembering how his own mother reacted when he started changing.

At first, she had accepted it, helping him out with his condition, telling him (or her, sometimes) that she loved him/her, regardless of what he/she turned into. His mother would even buy him the clothes he needed, taught him how women were supposed to dress and act in public, and covered for him always when people would ask “about the new kid/child/teenager/old person staying over.” 

Later on, it had been her idea that she were to open up a small bed and breakfast hostel so that people would no longer ask them about the new person visiting. But then, he saw the signs of stress that were showing up on his mother. He saw the sudden change with her irritability, her random moments of outbursts, her tendency to stress-eat, and long periods of sleeping.

He knew that even if a mother’s love was supposedly unconditional and never-ending, his own mother was very distressed with what happened to him.

And so, he left. He told her that he was moving out from their house (or hostel) and that he was going to look for a job that was gonna suit him.

When he was able to save enough money, he was able to fulfill his childhood dream of becoming a composer, with Jackson being his manager. His best friend since high school, Jackson Wang, kept in touch with him through the years. Jackson was in-charge of selling the songs, while he was in-charge of writing them. Eventually, he was able to earn enough for him to be able to afford a permanent place to own and a walk-in cabinet with clothes for different ages, genders, and sizes.

He kept in touch with his mother over the years, visiting her once in a while but never too long so that he wouldn’t have to see her distressed face ever again.

And now, he was going to leave again because he knew he was falling in love with you and it was going to hurt him so much if you would never be able to accept his condition.

“But, aren’t you getting better?” Jackson asked, interrupting Jin’s thoughts.

“I’m not entirely sure yet of what’s causing me to change,” Jin sighed. “I don’t want to take a chance.”

“Look, my best friend from high school was never the type who was afraid of taking chances. Plus, this is the most handsome face you’ve had. You looked good previously, but this current face of yours is on a different scale. Like worldwide handsome scale. Get some confidence, man!”

Jin’s lips turned upward, amused of what his best friend was saying.

“Should I?”

The next day, he visited the coffee shop and true enough, you were there. Your eyes lit up in recognition as you saw him.

“Hey! Kim Seokjin, right?” You grinned as he nodded.

“You remembered me,” he said, a bit breathless that someone managed to remember him. Never in his life did he imagine that this would happen to him.

“Who wouldn’t remember you? You’ve been really nice and kind to me,” you reminded him as he raised an eyebrow.

“Isn’t it a given that people should be nice to each other?” He asked, a bit surprised on what you said.

You shook your head. “Nope. Being a part-timer in the service industry showed me that some people can be really mean and rude, but customers like you make me feel better and believe once again in humanity,” you scoffed as he burst into laughter.

“Trust me that you’ll meet another kind person like me,” he promised as you raised your shoulders in disbelief.

“I don’t know, I mean, they can be really nice, too, but they might not be as cute as you are....”

Were you actually flirting with him?

He felt his ears burn as embarrassment filled his thoughts. He wasn’t new to flirting, having had several one night stands, but the fact that it was you made him flustered all over.

“I’m sorry, I feel like I might overstepped my boundaries,” you apologized as you felt that you might have overdone it. Just because someone was being nice to you, it didn’t mean that they were flirting with you.

“No! No! I meant I liked it,” Jin tried to placate you as your eyes widened on what he said. His widened, as well, in realization over what he had just said. “Ah, why am I so awkward?” He cursed inwardly as you giggled over what he said.

“Hi! Is our part-timer doing okay?” Suran walked over to the cashier, wondering why it took sometime for the two of you to finish talking. You straightened your posture as Jin scratched his head.

“Oh, I was just trying to figure out what drink I should get. Well, I’m thinking of getting a flat white with vanilla,” he smoothly lied as you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“Alright. One cup of flat white coming right up!” You smiled as Suran nodded and went back to her station before you and Jin burst into laughter. After paying, he settled on a nearby table, with just enough distance to be able to see you not quite obviously.

However, he was surprised when you had delivered his coffee to his table, instead of calling his name from the cashier.

“Special service,” you grinned as you gave his coffee and handed him a couple of sheets of tissue paper.

Scribbled on one was your mobile number, which he was all too glad to get.

The next few days were spent with the usual routine of him visiting you in the coffee shop in the morning and grocery shopping during the afternoon. He decided to eat the same food that he ate on the first day he didn’t change. Eating nothing but chicken breasts the whole time was disgusting but it had worked to his favor as he never changed the following day.

He had your phone number and the two of you flirted over text messages. He found out that you were in graduate school, barely getting by with the scholarship grants and allowances the school was giving you and that was why you decided to get a part-time job as a barista in the cafe. The best part was finding out that you were single.

Things were getting better between the two of you with each passing day until he finally gathered the courage to ask you out on a date. A simple movie date and dinner, afterwards. You agreed since you knew he was a nice guy with a good sense of humor (sometimes.)

D-Day soon arrived.

He did his usual routine and visited the coffee shop. You weren’t there, however, as you had to go to the university laboratory to check on any progress over your experiments. You had been panicking for the past few days because of the lack of progress on your thesis experiment.

However, at the last minute, you had to call for a raincheck. Your experiment had suddenly produced some positive results and you had to immediately run different tests to check if they were valid results and not a result of any tampering, whether accidentally or purposefully.

Jin understood the urgency of the situation, knowing that you weren’t the type who would lie. In fact, over the few weeks he had gotten to know you, he had gathered that you were a no-nonsense kind of person, preferring to call out bullshit as soon as possible, rather than keeping it together to yourself.

“It’s alright,” he replied, a sad smile making to his features. But, hey, at least you were making progress on your experiment, right? You had been panicking relentlessly over the past few days over it.

“I owe you one. I’ll buy the tickets next time!” You promised as he grinned.

So, there was definitely a next time.

Jin grinned to himself as he decided to stay in, instead, and finish the few commissions he had to make for BTS. Afterwards, he had changed into his pajamas.

He sighed, feeling a bit dismayed that your first date didn’t push through, but he slapped himself. He shouldn’t feel so bad. There was definitely a next time and he was bound to not change anymore, especially since he did his usual routine anyway.

He decides to call it a night and sleep as he dreams of you and the date the two of you were supposed to go to. It‘s obviously a result of his what-ifs, but he wakes up elated. He checks his phone and wonders if you have texted already. He had texted the night before that he wasn’t going to disturb you for a while since you were doing something important.

However, as he gets up, he realizes that his clothes suddenly became too big for him. The night before, they had fit him in the right places, but they had grown overnight.

Or maybe, he had shrunk.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

His mind screamed as he raced to the rest room and saw his stature a bit smaller than his previous build, his skin pale as snow, and his hair — it was not brown anymore.

He had changed yet again.