#kittenanwritesjin

The soft clicking of the controller filled the room again.

You were still sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled around your legs, watching the broad line of Kim Seokjin’s back as he sat at the edge of the mattress.

Completely shirtless... Completely unbothered...

Completely focused on Mario Kart, rainbow road stretching across the screen.

You couldn’t stop staring. Your eyes narrowed from the pillows as you watched him.

His broad shoulders moved every time his thumbs flicked the buttons, muscles flexing slightly… and the thin red scratch marks running down his back caught the light every time he leaned forward.

Your handiwork... long pink scratch marks trailing over his shoulders and dipping dangerously low toward the waistband of his sweatpants—glowed faintly under the TV’s shifting colors.

Without even turning around, he muttered, “You’re staring.”

You blinked. “How do you even know that?”

Jin snorted, thumbs still moving over the controller as he dodged a blue shell. “Because the room got suspiciously quiet. That only happens when you’re plotting something… or admiring me.”

You rolled onto your side, chin resting in your palm.

“In this case, I’m admiring.”

“Admiring... What exactly?” He chuckled.

The blanket slipped as you sat up.

You winced slightly, thighs trembling when you swung your legs over the edge of the bed. A dull, delicious ache bloomed between your legs with every small movement... evidence of how thoroughly he’d wrecked you earlier.

You grabbed the sheet anyway, wrapping it around yourself like a robe before getting out of bed. The cool air brushed against your bare skin, but you padded across the room regardless, limping and sighing just a little.

Each step sent a tiny, secret throb through your core.

Jin’s shoulders shook once—with silent laughter.

“Something funny?” you asked, voice still a little hoarse.

He didn’t look away from the screen, but the corner of his mouth curled. “You’re limping. Cute.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, cheeks heating. “This is your fault.”

“Proudly,” he replied without missing a beat, drifting past Bowser on the final lap.

You reached him and traced one of the scratches down his back with your fingertip, slow and deliberate. “BTW... I was admiring my masterpiece.”

Jin paused the game.

Slowly... Dramatically...

Then he turned his head just enough to glance at you over his shoulder, eyebrow raised.

“Masterpiece?” he repeated. “You attacked like you were climbing a mountain.”

You gasped. “Excuse you. That was passion... and love...”

“Mhmm,” he said skeptically.

Your fingers kept gliding over the marks, softer now. “Besides… you’re clearly proud of them. Look at you. Sitting here shirtless like a walking art gallery, playing Mario Kart like nothing happened.”

Seokjin leaned forward slightly, pretending to concentrate on the frozen screen.

“Wait... wait—wait—NO... DON’T—” He groaned, unpausing just long enough to replay the memory of lose. “You distracted me.”

“You were losing anyway.”

“I was not losing,” he protested.

You hummed thoughtfully while your fingers again traced the faint red lines on his back. His skin was warm beneath your touch, and he visibly shivered, shoulders rolling under your palm.

“Careful,” he warned, voice dropping an octave.

“Why?” you teased, dragging a finger down another mark, letting your nail catch just enough to make him tense. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” he muttered. “…it tickles.”

That made you grin wider. “You’re such a baby.”

“Hey,” he protested, finally glancing over his shoulder fully. “You’re the one who attacked me like a feral cat earlier.”

You leaned closer to inspect your handiwork, then... on impulse... leaned forward and lightly kissed one of the scratch marks, lips brushing warm skin.

Seokjin froze. Completely froze.

The controller stopped moving.

Jin huffed a laugh and suddenly grabbed your wrist, tugging you forward.

Before you could protest, you landed sideways in his lap, the sheet bunching up around your hips. Your bare thighs pressed against the soft fabric of his sweatpants, and you immediately felt him—already half-hard beneath you, thick and insistent.

“Jin—!”

He started another round of the game with one hand like nothing had happened, the other sliding possessively around your waist.

“You were distracting me,” he said calmly.

“You literally pulled me here!”

“Exactly.”

You tried to glare, but it was hard when he was already nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, warm breath brushing your skin, lips grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear.

Then he reached over, and grabbed the second controller, and pressed it into your hands.

“Race with me,” he said, voice low and playful, eyes flicking to yours for a split second before returning to the screen. “One round. Winner gets to decide what happens next.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, fingers curling around the controller even as your hips shifted—just enough to grind down once, slow and teasing, feeling him twitch and thicken beneath you in response.

His arm automatically tightened around your waist to keep you steady, fingers digging into your hip.

“Comfortable?” he asked, voice rougher now.

“Are you?”

“Mhm.” His thumb stroked the underside of your breast through the thin sheet. “Very.”

A quiet moment passed.

You leaned into him, resting your head against his chest while the starting countdown began to flash on screen—3… 2… 1…

His chin absentmindedly rested on top of your head.

Another few seconds.

The race started.

You both lurched forward instinctively, controllers clicking furiously.

Then few minutes later his lips brushed against your neck again—this time open-mouthed, a slow, wet drag of tongue that made your breath hitch and your grip on the controller falter.

You smirked.

“Focus on your game, Kim Seokjin.”

“Multitasking,” he murmured against your skin, teeth grazing lightly.

“I literally just beat you,” you reminded him, smirking as you swerved around a banana peel.

He looked at the screen and pouted. You laughed softly.

Slowly… he turned his head toward you, lips brushing your ear.

“…let’s finish this one more level,” he said calmly. “And then we’re having a serious conversation about your artistic skills.”

You grinned. “Oh?”

He smirked, free hand sliding beneath the sheet to cup your bare ass, squeezing once—hard enough to make you gasp and rock forward against the growing bulge in his lap.

“And this time,” he added, voice dropping to that low, velvet register that always made your stomach flip, “I’m leaving the lights on so I can see exactly where you’re attacking… and I am making sure you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

You jolted when his thumb brushed the sensitive crease where your thigh met hip.

His fingers slipped lower, teasing the slick heat between your thighs, circling your entrance with maddening patience while his other hand still gripped the controller like he wasn’t currently ruining you with the lightest touch.

“Jin,” you hissed, trying to keep your kart on the track.

“Hm?” he answered mildly, voice velvet-smooth against your ear. “Something wrong, baby?”

You clenched your jaw and mashed the button harder, accelerating out of a drift. “You’re cheating.”

“I’m multitasking,” he corrected, lips curving against the shell of your ear. His thumb stroked once... slow, feather-light, along the slick seam of your folds.

Not dipping in. Not yet. Just… reminding you he could. “You’re the one squirming.”

“Because you’re...” Your breath hitched as he pressed the pad of his thumb flat against your clit, holding it there without moving while you both barrelled toward the item boxes. “...distracting me.”

“Good.” He nipped the spot beneath your earlobe. “Means it’s working.”

“Fuck—Jin!” Every tiny shift of your hips ground you down on him in return.

“Gonna come before you win?” he teased, lips brushing sweat-damp skin. “Or are you gonna be good and wait until I pin you down and fuck you properly?”

Your answer was half moan, half growl. “I’m... gonna... beat you... and then ride you until you forget how to talk.”

“Finish the race, baby,” he whispered against your ear, thumb brushing your clit just once—enough to make your whole body jolt. “Then it’s my turn to leave some marks.”

The ring light casted a gentle glow over your bedroom as you sat cross-legged on the bed, camera focused on your smiling face.

You were not live, just recording a storytime video for your channel.

“So a lot of you have been asking in the comments about the brand collab video I posted a few days ago,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “The one with the espresso coffee? Okay, so the behind-the-scenes was actually chaotic. First of all...”

You continued with the story for few minutes until the door creaked open.

You paused mid-sentence, heart doing that familiar little flip it always did when Seokjin came home.

He looked exhausted, hair slightly messy, black shirt rumpled, sleeves pushed up his forearms, but still unfairly handsome.

He kicked off his shoes without a word, crawled onto the bed, and flopped down beside you... head resting near your lap, one arm draped lazily across the pillow, chin propped up slightly as he stared up at you with those warm, tired eyes.

“Hi, baby,” you whispered, smiling down at him.

He didn’t answer right away. Just let out a long, dramatic sigh and nuzzled closer, his cheek brushing your thigh.

You tried to keep filming, but your focus was already wavering. “Jinnie, I’m almost done. Just five more minutes?”

He pouted.

Full, glossy lower lip pushed out, eyebrows drawn together in the world’s most devastating sulk. “Five minutes feels like five hours when I’ve been counting down to this exact moment since lunch.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “You’re so dramatic.”

“And you’re so mean,” he whined softly, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. His fingers traced lazy circles on your knee.

“I came straight home. Skipped the team dinner. Ignored three calls from my manager. All because I wanted to bury my face in my wife’s neck and sleep for ten years.”

Your stomach fluttered.

You kept one hand on the camera, trying to salvage the storytime. “Just let me finish this story real quick—”

Seokjin shifted, rolling onto his side so his broad chest pressed against your leg. He looked up at you through his lashes, pouting harder. “You love your subscribers more than me. I see how it is.”

“Jin.”

“Come here, Baby.” His voice dropped into that low, teasing register that always melted you. “I’m dying here. Starving for cuddles. Look at me. I’m practically withering away.”

You snorted. “You’re literally the most beautiful man alive right now and you know it.”

He grinned for half a second before the pout returned, even stronger.

“Then why won’t you hold your beautiful husband? Hm?” His hand slid higher under the hem of your shirt, tracing slow circles just below your breast, thumb deliberately brushing the soft skin where your waist meets your ribs.

He was testing you, seeing how long you could keep talking while he was clearly trying to distract you. “I’ve been good. I deserve rewards.”

The suggestive little touch sent warmth rushing through you.

His thumb brushed slow, deliberate circles against your side, and you had to fight the urge to shiver. “Jin, I’m recording... I will have to retake if you keep going...”

“Record me complaining then,” he mumbled, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your thigh.

He pressed another slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, tongue flicking out just enough to make your breath hitch.

His lips moved higher, dangerously close to the hem of your shorts, hot breath fanning over your skin. “Tell them how cruel you are. ‘My husband came home tired and I made him wait.’ They’ll cancel you for me. I’ll be trending.”

You laughed despite yourself, the camera shaking in your grip. The footage was completely ruined now—your cheeks were flushed, your voice breathy, and Seokjin was making it worse by nuzzling closer, lips brushing higher.

“Ugh, fine. This is useless anyway.” You clicked the camera off, set it on the nightstand, and turned fully toward him. He immediately brightened, arms opening wide like a needy koala.

You slid down into his embrace.

His arms wrapped around you, but one hand immediately slid down to grip your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled you flush against him.

He let out the happiest little hum, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. “There she is. My wife. Finally.”

You could already feel him half-hard against your thigh.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he groaned, grinding slowly once against you.

“Rough day?” you asked softly, threading your fingers through his dark hair.

He nodded against your skin, lips brushing your pulse point. “The worst. Client meeting that was supposed to be thirty minutes turned into three hours. They kept circling back to the same pointless slides. I fake-smiled so much now my face hurts.”

He pressed a slow, wet kiss just below your ear, then another, sucking gently until you felt the faint bloom of a hickey. “And all I could think about was coming home to you.”

You melted, tilting your head to give him better access.

His hand roamed your back, slipping under your shirt again, palming your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers as he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“Mhmmm... Jinnie…” you breathed, half-warning, half-plea.

“Mmm?” He nipped at your collarbone, soothing it immediately with his tongue. The touch was lazy and possessive, full of tired affection. “Missed you so much. Wanted this exact thing. You in my arms. Smelling like home.”

You cupped his face, pulling him back just enough to look at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lips slightly swollen from kissing you. “Did you eat anything?”

He shook his head, pouting again. “No time. Rushed straight here as soon as meeting ended like a lovesick fool.”

“I’ll cook something quick...”

“No.” His arms tightened around you instantly, pulling you flush against his chest. One leg hooked over yours, effectively trapping you in the coziest cage imaginable.

“I’m not that hungry. Not for food, anyway.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, then ruined it by yawning adorably.

You giggled, kissing the tip of his nose. “You need to eat, baby.”

“Later,” he murmured, voice turning husky as he rolled you both so you were half beneath him, his weight warm and comforting.

“I’ll order takeout in a few minutes. Thai? Pizza? Or that fried chicken you like? Whatever. But right now?” He dipped his head, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss that tasted like longing and exhaustion and love.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “Right now I just need you. Your cuddles. Your voice. Your hands in my hair. Let me stay like this until the food arrives. Please, my pretty wife?”

How could you possibly say no to that?

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so his head rested on your chest. “Okay. But only because you’re cute when you whine.”

“I’m always cute,” he mumbled happily, already sounding half-asleep.

His fingers slipped under your shirt again, tracing idle patterns on your lower back, roaming around waist, promising more once he wasn’t running on fumes. “Tell me about your day while I recharge on you. Did the storytime go well before I ruined it?”

“You ruined it in the best way,” you laughed softly, scratching his scalp the way he loved. “I was telling them about the espresso brand collab incident.”

He hummed, pressing another wet kiss to the swell of your breast over your shirt. “Tell me instead. I’m a better audience. I give kisses as reward.”

You spent the next ten minutes recounting your day while Seokjin alternated between sleepy cuddles and teasing little nips along your neck and jaw, occasinally along the swell of your breasts.

Every time you tried to wiggle free to grab your phone and order food, he whined and tightened his hold.

“Five more minutes,” he’d murmur, echoing your earlier words with a mischievous grin. “Just five more minutes of this. Need you... Your skin. Your little sounds. Let me stay between your legs for a while, yeah?”

You melted under him, cheeks warm but still teased, “You need to eat actual food, baby.”

Seokjin gave you that devastating pout again.

“I’d rather eat you,” he whispered, nipping at your bottom lip. “I’m so fucking tired… but I still want to bury my tongue inside you until you’re shaking on my face. Then I’ll feed us. Deal?”

His fingers played with the waistband of your shorts, dipping lower teasingly, brushing over your panties as he waited for your answer.

You and Jin had been classmates since the first year of university, both stuck in the same Literature club every Wednesday afternoon.

He wasn’t even interested in literature—novels, symbolism, and long discussions about character arcs bored him to tears. But when he found out you had joined the Literature club, he signed up the very same day without a second thought.

From day one, the two of you couldn’t seem to stop bickering.

He always acted smug and cocky whenever you were around, throwing teasing remarks just to watch your face scrunch up in annoyance. What you didn’t know was that it was the only way he knew how to get your full attention, and secretly, he loved every second of it.

Every Wednesday he sat through endless book talks he barely cared about, just so he could steal glances at you and find excuses to pull your focus onto him.

Jin also had a younger brother, Namjoon, who was a year junior to both of you. Namjoon was also part of the Literature club, and surprisingly, you got along with him really well.

The two of you often discussed books, shared recommendations, and had easy, comfortable conversations.

This particular afternoon, the three of you were in the club room after the meeting ended. Most members had already left, leaving just you, Jin, and Namjoon packing up the discussion notes.

You turned to Namjoon with a playful smile as you stacked a few books. “Namjoon, seriously, how are you and your brother so different? Like, you actually read the assigned chapters and have intelligent thoughts about them. Jin just sits there looking pretty and making dumb jokes the whole time.”

Namjoon chuckled softly, adjusting his glasses. “We’ve always been like this. Hyung is… well, hyung.”

Jin, who was leaning against the table with his arms crossed, let out a dramatic scoff. “Excuse me? Looking pretty? I’ll take that as a compliment, sweetheart. At least someone appreciates my visuals in this boring club.”

You rolled your eyes, not even bothering to hide it. “Visuals won’t help you pass the midterm paper if you keep summarizing every novel as ‘it was fine, I guess.’”

Jin smirked, that signature cocky tilt to his lips appearing instantly. “Why would I waste my genius on overanalyzing dusty old books when I can just watch you get all fired up instead? It’s much more entertaining.”

“Fired up?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “You deliberately say the most ridiculous things just to annoy me, Kim Seokjin. Admit it.”

He shrugged, still wearing that smug expression.

Though inside his chest tightened. If only you knew I joined this club just to be near you. That I sit through all these meetings pretending to hate every page so I have an excuse to argue with you.

“Maybe I do. It’s the only way I get you to talk to me for more than two seconds. Otherwise you’re too busy being besties with my little brother over here.”

Namjoon shook his head with an amused sigh, flipping through the novel you had recommended to him last week. “You two are exhausting. Every single meeting it’s the same thing.”

You turned to Namjoon with a bright smile, completely ignoring Jin’s glare.

“See? This is what I mean. Namjoon actually reads the books I suggest. He even underlined passages! Last week he told me his thoughts and it was actually insightful. Meanwhile, your brother just said, ‘The girl was dramatic for no reason.’”

Jin pushed himself off the table and stepped closer to you, his voice dripping with mock offense. “She was dramatic! Running around and always arguing with some guy. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?”

You gasped, placing a hand on your chest. “Are you calling me dramatic right now?”

“Only when you’re arguing with me, which is always,” Jin replied smoothly, his eyes sparkling with that annoying confidence. “It’s cute, though. I like it when your cheeks get all red like that.”

“My cheeks are not red!” You protested, even as you felt warmth creeping up your face.

Namjoon laughed quietly from the side. “They kind of are.”

“Traitor,” you muttered, shooting Namjoon a playful glare before turning back to Jin.

“You know what? I have no idea how the two of you are related. Namjoon is calm, thoughtful, and actually listens when people talk. You’re just… you. All smug and loud and impossible.”

Jin placed a hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. “Impossible? Wow. That hurts, sweetheart. Right here.”

He tapped his chest dramatically. “I thought we had something special with all this beautiful bickering.”

“Special?” You snorted. “The only special thing here is how much you enjoy getting on my nerves.”

He leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice just for you. “And yet you never ignore me. Interesting, isn’t it?”

You opened your mouth to retort, but Namjoon interrupted before you could.

“Hyung, maybe stop teasing her so much,” Namjoon said mildly, though there was a knowing glint in his eyes. “One day she might actually stop talking to you.”

Jin waved a dismissive hand. “She won’t. She loves the attention as much as I do. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Keep calling me sweetheart and I’ll throw this book at your head,” you warned, holding up the thick novel in your hand.

Jin grinned wider. “Violent. I like that side of you too.”

Namjoon sighed again, packing his bag. “I’m going to leave before this turns into another full argument. See you both later.”

As Namjoon headed toward the door, you called after him sweetly, “Namjoon, wait! We should discuss that new recommendation sometime. Without your brother interrupting every five seconds with his nonsense.”

Jin immediately stepped in front of you, blocking your view of his brother. “Hey, no. You can discuss your boring books with me. I’m right here.”

You looked up at him with raised eyebrows. “You? You’ll probably just say it’s ‘fine’ again and then brag about how your face is better than the plot.”

“Exactly,” Jin said, flashing his most arrogant smile. “At least I’m honest. And way more fun than my nerdy little brother.”

Namjoon paused at the door, shaking his head with a small smile. “You two really need to figure this out someday.”

“Figure what out?” you asked, still glaring at Jin.

Namjoon just shrugged. “Nothing. See you around.”

He left the room, leaving you and Jin alone.

Jin turned back to you, still wearing that cocky smirk, but his eyes lingered on your face a little longer than usual. “So… still think my brother is better company than me?”

“Definitely,” you answered quickly, though your voice wasn’t as steady as you wanted it to be. “At least he doesn’t annoy me on purpose just to get my attention.”

Jin’s smirk faltered for half a second before he recovered. “Who said I do it on purpose?”

“You basically just admitted it two minutes ago.”

He chuckled softly, running a hand through his black hair. “Maybe I like having your eyes on me. Even if it’s because you’re mad. Ever think about that?”

You stared at him for a moment, caught off guard by the honesty hidden under his usual smug tone. Before you could respond, he straightened up and threw his signature cocky grin back on.

“Anyway, don’t get too cozy with Namjoon. I might get jealous.”

You laughed in disbelief. “Jealous? Of your own brother? Please.”

Jin just shrugged, picking up his bag. “You never know, sweetheart. You never know.”

He walked toward the door, but paused and glanced back at you one last time, that familiar smug look firmly in place. “See you next meeting. Try not to miss my charming personality too much.”

You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips as he left.

“Idiot,” you muttered to the empty room.

But deep down, you already knew you’d be looking forward to the next bickering session.

A few days before prom, the Literature club meeting had just ended. Most members had left, but Jin lingered near your desk while you packed your things.

Jin leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed, wearing that familiar smug smile. “So… prom is coming up. It’s going to be lame if someone doesn’t bring actual good company, don’t you think?”

You didn’t look up, continuing to zip your bag. “Hmm.”

He waited a beat, then tried again. “I mean, some people might end up going alone… or with someone boring. Would be a shame if the night got wasted on bad conversations.”

“Probably,” you replied flatly, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

Jin shifted, still trying to sound casual. “If someone smart wanted to avoid a terrible night, they should pick their date carefully. Someone with… taste. And good looks, obviously.”

You finally glanced at him, keeping your expression neutral. “Sounds like you have someone in mind.”

He smirked, but there was a slight hesitation in his eyes. “Maybe I do. Just saying… it would be interesting if certain people went together. You know, people who already argue well. Could make the night entertaining.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“What? I’m just making conversation,” he said, trying to sound innocent. “Prom is a big deal. Wouldn’t want you stuck with some random person who doesn’t even read the books you like.”

You stood up, ready to leave. “I’ll manage. See you later.”

Jin’s smirk faltered slightly as you walked past him. “Hey, wait... I was just saying it could be fun if—”

You didn’t stop. “Bye, Jin.”

He stood there, watching you go, muttering under his breath, “She’s ignoring obvious the hints…”

The next day, after classes, Namjoon caught up with you near the quiet corner of the library steps.

No one else was around.

Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little awkward but straightforward. “Hey… can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?” you asked, smiling at him.

He took a breath. “Prom is in a couple of days, and I don’t have anyone to go with. I was wondering if you’d like to be my date? It’s not… you know, romantic or anything. I just thought it would be nice to go with someone I can actually talk to.”

“Plus, I’ve been reading that novel you suggested last week, and I really want to discuss the ending with you. I have so many thoughts about the protagonist’s choices.” He continued.

You blinked, then smiled warmly. “Really? You finished it already?”

“Yeah, I stayed up late last night. The way the author handled the moral dilemma was so well done. I wanted to hear what you think about the final chapter.”

You nodded, a small mischievous spark in your eyes.

Part of you knew this would push Jin over the edge, and honestly, you were tired of his proud, indirect hints. “Sure, Namjoon. I’d love to go with you. As friends, of course. And we can talk about the book all night if you want.”

Namjoon’s face brightened with relief. “Great! Thank you. I promise I won’t be a boring date. We can even grab coffee before and discuss the symbolism if you’re up for it.”

You laughed softly. “That sounds perfect. Friendly prom date it is.”

“Awesome. I’ll text you the details later,” he said, giving you a genuine smile before walking away.

That same night, at their home, Jin and Namjoon were sitting on the couch in the living room, controllers in hand, deeply focused on a fighting game. The sounds of punches and special moves filled the room.

Jin was trash-talking like usual. “Ha! Got you again. You’re too slow tonight, Namjoon. What’s up with you? Usually you put up more of a fight.”

Namjoon dodged an attack on screen and replied calmly, “I’m just thinking about prom.”

Jin snorted, mashing buttons aggressively. “Prom? Don’t tell me you’re still worrying about finding a date.”

Namjoon paused the game for a second, then casually said, “Actually, I already asked someone. She said yes.”

“Oh yeah?” Jin replied without looking away from the TV. “Who? That quiet girl from your philosophy class?”

“No,” Namjoon said, still sounding completely relaxed. “I asked Y/n.”

Jin’s character on screen suddenly stopped moving. He slowly turned his head toward his brother, eyes wide. “Y/n? You mean… the Y/n from Literature club?”

Namjoon nodded, unpausing the game like it was no big deal. “Yeah. I asked her after classes today. She said yes. We’re going as friends. We want to discuss that novel she recommended to me last week. I’ve been reading it and I have a lot of thoughts about the ending.”

Jin dropped his controller onto the couch, staring at Namjoon in disbelief. “Wait… what? You asked her? Directly?”

“Mhm,” Namjoon replied, eyes still on the screen. “She seemed happy about it. Said it would be nice.”

Jin’s mouth opened and closed a few times before he exploded. “WTF, Kim Namjoon! Why would you ask her?!”

Namjoon shrugged, still playing the game. “Because she’s cool to talk to. And I didn’t have a date. Plus, I really wanted to discuss the novel with someone who actually understands it.”

Jin stood up from the couch, voice rising. “No, I mean... why her?! Of all the girls in the university, why did you have to ask her?!”

“Because someone was too proud to ask her directly,” Namjoon said simply, finally pausing the game and looking up at his brother with a small, knowing smile.

Jin pointed an accusatory finger at him. “Excuse me? Too proud? I was being subtle! I was dropping hints all week! I told her prom would be lame without good company, that someone with taste should pick their date carefully. I practically spelled it out!”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “Those weren’t hints, hyung. Those were vague comments. She probably thought you were just complaining about prom in general.”

“I was not complaining!” Jin exclaimed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“I was trying to make it obvious without sounding desperate. And now you... my own brother... go and ask her directly?!”

Namjoon leaned back on the couch, calm as ever. “She said yes. No big deal.”

“No big deal?” Jin repeated, his voice getting louder. “Why would you go with my girl?”

Namjoon blinked, then let out a soft chuckle. “She is not your girl yet, hyung. You’ve just been bickering with her for months and acting smug to get her attention. That doesn’t make her your girl.”

Jin groaned, pacing in front of the couch. “It does in my head! I’ve been annoying her on purpose because I like having her eyes on me. And now you’re taking her to prom to discuss some stupid novel? While I’m stuck here—”

Namjoon interrupted gently, “It’s still not too late, maybe if you ask her directly.”

Jin stopped pacing and glared at his brother. “Don’t give me advice right now. You’re the one who ruined everything by asking her first.”

“I didn’t ruin anything,” Namjoon said, picking up his controller again. “I just did what you were too proud to do. If you really want her to go with you, just ask her properly tomorrow. Stop hiding behind those cocky comments.”

Jin threw his hands up in annoyance. “You know what? I’m done with this conversation. I can’t believe my own little brother betrayed me like this.”

He turned and stormed off toward his bedroom, muttering loudly, “Unbelievable. Asking her directly… my girl… discussing novels at prom… I’m going to bed before I say something worse.”

Namjoon watched him go, calling after him calmly, “Goodnight, hyung. Think about what I said.”

From the hallway, Jin shouted back, “Shut up, Namjoon! And stop smiling like that!”

The sound of Jin’s bedroom door slamming echoed through the house.

The next day in the university hallway, Jin was leaning against the wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

His black hair fell slightly over his forehead, and his eyes were narrowed in that exact intense, jealous glare... eyebrows furrowed deeply, jaw clenched, lips pressed together in clear irritation and anger.

The moment you walked closer, he pushed off the wall and stepped right in front of you, voice low and sharp. “So… you’re really going to prom with my brother?”

You stopped, looking up at his furious expression with a small smirk. “Looks like it. Namjoon asked so nicely. Sounds way better than vague hints from someone too proud to say what he wants.”

Jin’s jaw tightened even more, his glare intensifying. “Vague hints? I was being considerate! I told you prom would be lame without good company. I said someone with actual taste should pick their date carefully. That was practically an invitation!”

You tilted your head, deliberately poking at him. “Oh, was it? Because it sounded more like you complaining about prom in general. Meanwhile Namjoon was straightforward. No smug comments, no cocky attitude… just a simple ‘will you go with me?’ Maybe I like that better.”

Jin’s eyes flashed with more jealousy. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? To annoy me. You know I’ve been trying to get your attention for months with our bickering, and now you say yes to him just to watch me explode?”

“Maybe,” you said sweetly, shrugging. “It’s entertaining watching the great Kim Seokjin get all mad and jealous. Your face is all red and everything.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but you cut him off with a light laugh. “Anyway, I should get to class. See you later, Jin.”

You walked past him, leaving him standing there fuming with that same narrowed, angry glare.

Later that afternoon, you were alone in the quiet locker room, putting some books away in your locker. The door suddenly opened and Jin slipped inside, closing it behind him with a firm click as he locked it from the inside.

He turned to face you, still wearing that mad, jealous expression, arms crossed. “We’re not done talking.”

You turned around, raising an eyebrow. “Jin? What the hell? You can’t just lock us in here.”

“Oh yes I can,” he said, stepping closer, voice tight with frustration. “Because you keep ignoring me and acting like going with Namjoon is no big deal. It is a big deal!”

You crossed your arms, matching his energy. “It’s not like you asked me directly. You just made those stupid comments and expected me to read your mind. Namjoon actually said the words. ‘Will you be my date?’ Simple as that.”

Jin ran a hand through his hair in frustration, still glaring at you with that mad, jealous intensity. “I can’t believe I have to say this directly because of him, but fine. I’m jealous. I’m mad. I don’t want you going with Namjoon. I want you going with me.”

Before you could answer, the tension snapped.

Jin closed the remaining distance in one step, cupping your face with both hands and pulling you into a messy, heated kiss. His lips crashed against yours, all frustration and jealousy pouring out as he backed you against the lockers with a dull thud.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, hands gripping the front of his jacket, the bickering finally boiling over into something raw and desperate.

“God, you’re so annoying,” you gasped between kisses, nipping at his bottom lip. “Always acting so smug… making me wait for you to say it properly.”

Jin groaned against your mouth, pressing his body flush against yours. “And you love it. You love arguing with me. Admit it. That’s why you said yes to Namjoon—to make me snap like this.”

“Maybe I do,” you whispered, tugging at his hair hard enough to make him hiss.

“But you’re the one who’s been too proud to just ask me. All those stupid hints… ‘good company’… ‘someone with taste’… You’re such an idiot, Seokjin.”

He deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against yours in a hot, messy tangle, his hands sliding down your sides to grip your waist possessively.

“Shut up… just shut up for once,” he muttered breathlessly, though his words had no real bite.

“You drive me crazy. Every time you bicker back, every time you roll your eyes at me… I can’t stop thinking about you. And now you were going to prom with my brother? Over my dead body.”

You moaned softly into his mouth as his hands roamed lower, pulling you even closer.

Your fingers threaded tighter into his black hair, tugging again. “Then why didn’t you just say it earlier? Why make me wait until you’re jealous and pissed off?”

“Because I’m stupid,” Jin admitted between heated kisses, his voice rough and low. “But I’m saying it now. I want you. Not as a hint. Not as a joke. I want you with me at prom. I want your attention all night. Only mine.”

The kiss grew deeper, tongues tangling wildly, breaths coming fast and uneven. Jin’s hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips as if afraid you’d disappear.

You tugged at his hair again, earning a low, throaty groan from him that vibrated against your lips.

“Fuck… you taste so good,” he panted, breaking the kiss for just a second to breathe before diving back in, sucking on your lower lip. “Even when you’re annoying me… even when you’re trying to make me jealous… I still want you so bad.”

You smiled against his mouth, nipping at him playfully.

“Good. Because I’ve been waiting for you to stop being cocky and just admit it.”

Jin pressed his forehead to yours for a moment, both of you breathing hard, lips brushing. “I admit it. I’m jealous as hell. I’m mad. And I’m done pretending I don’t want you all to myself.”

That’s when you felt it... his obvious hardness pressing insistently against your thigh through his pants.

You pulled back slightly, eyes widening as a teasing smirk crossed your face. “TF... Kim Seokjin… you’re hard? Just from kissing?”

Jin’s cheeks flushed, but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, he let out a shaky laugh, voice husky and low. “You don’t know what you do to me. You never have. All that bickering… every time you argue with me and look at me like that… it drives me insane. I’ve been like this for months because of you.”

You bit your lip, glancing down between you before meeting his eyes again, voice dropping into something bolder. “Want me to take care of it?”

His eyes widened, surprise flashing across his jealous, flushed face. “Wait… here?”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you sank down to your knees in front of him, eyes locked on his the entire time.

“Shut up,” you murmured, already working on his zipper with steady fingers, voice husky and teasing. “You’ve been annoying me for months with all that smug attitude. Let me shut you up for once.”

Jin’s head fell back against the locker with a loud thud, breath already ragged. “Fuck… you’re really doing this right now? In the locker room?”

You pulled his cock free, already hard and leaking.

You wrapped your hand around the base and gave one slow stroke, looking up at him with a wicked smile. “Why not? You locked the door, remember? All because you were so jealous of your own brother.”

You leaned in and ran your tongue slowly along the underside, teasing the head with light flicks.

Jin’s hips jerked forward involuntarily.

“Shit— baby…” he groaned, one hand gently threading into your hair, not pushing, just holding on. “Don’t tease me like that. I’m already losing my mind.”

You pulled back just enough to blow cool air over the wet tip, watching him shiver. “But teasing is what we do best, isn’t it? You’ve been edging me with those stupid hints for weeks. Now it’s my turn.”

You took him into your mouth, sucking slowly and deliberately, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head. Every time his moans grew louder and his hips started thrusting more desperately, you pulled off completely, stroking him lazily with your hand instead.

Jin whined, actual desperation creeping into his voice. “No... fuck, don’t stop. Please… don’t stop now.”

You looked up at him innocently, lips shiny. “Please? That’s new. The great Kim Seokjin begging? I thought you were too proud for that.”

“I am begging,” he panted, eyes dark and glassy, fingers tightening in your hair. “Please… put your mouth back on me. I need it. You’re killing me here.”

You smirked and took him deep again, swirling your tongue around the head before sucking harder, faster. His broken moans filled the small room.

“Ah— yes, just like that… fuck, your mouth feels so good. I’ve imagined this so many times when you were arguing with me.”

You hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tremble.

Then you pulled off with a wet pop, pressing soft, teasing kisses along his length, light little pecks from base to tip, deliberately avoiding where he needed you most.

“Tell me,” you whispered against his cock, placing another soft kiss right under the head.

“What exactly did you imagine while we were bickering in club? Did you picture me on my knees like this? Sucking you off after every argument?”

Jin let out a broken whine, fingers tightening in your hair.

“Fuck… yes. Every time you called me an idiot or rolled your eyes at me… I’d go home and imagine shutting you up with my cock down your throat. Or bending you over the club table after everyone left… God, please... stop teasing.”

You smiled and gave his tip one more soft, open-mouthed kiss before taking him back in, sucking harder for a few moments, tongue swirling.

Just as his breathing turned frantic and his hips started stuttering, you pulled off again, stroking him torturously slow.

Jin let out a frustrated groan, head thunking back against the locker. “You’re evil… such a tease. I was so close... please, baby, let me come. I’ll do anything. Just stop edging me.”

“Anything?” you asked sweetly, licking a long stripe up his length while keeping eye contact. “Even admit that you’ve been dying for my attention all this time? That you get hard every time we bicker?”

“Yes— fuck yes,” he gasped, voice cracking.

“I get hard every single time you glare at me. Every time you call me an idiot. I’ve wanted you so bad for months. Please… I’m begging you. Let me come in your mouth.”

You rewarded him by taking him all the way to the back of your throat, sucking with purpose now, one hand stroking what you couldn’t fit.

Jin’s moans turned into desperate, broken whimpers.

“Oh god— I’m close… I’m so close. Don’t stop— please don’t stop this time.”

You didn’t.

You worked him faster, tongue pressing against the sensitive underside, until his entire body tensed.

“Fuck... I’m coming...!” Jin choked out your name like a curse and a prayer as he came hard down your throat, hips jerking, hand gripping your hair tightly while his body trembled against the lockers.

You swallowed everything, then slowly pulled off, wiping your lips with the back of your hand as you stood up.

Both of you were breathing hard, faces flushed.

Jin stared at you, eyes still dark but softer now, the jealousy mixed with pure want and satisfaction.

Before you could speak, he pulled you back in for another deep, messy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

When you finally pulled apart, you looked at him with a teasing smile and said, “Don’t you think it will be rude to say no to Namjoon now? He has already asked me for prom.”

Jin’s eyes darkened instantly, jealousy flaring hot again. His breath hitched as he pressed you harder against the lockers, voice low and rough. “Rude? You’re still teasing me about my brother? After you just sucked me off like that?”

You smirked, biting your lip. “What? It’s true. He asked so nicely… said we could talk about the novel all night. Sounds cool, doesn’t it?”

“Cool?” Jin growled, one hand sliding down your body possessively.

He pushed your skirt up roughly and hooked his fingers into your panties, tugging them aside. “You think discussing books with my little brother is cool while I’m standing here hard again because of you?”

His fingers brushed over your already wet pussy, teasing your folds lightly, circling your clit without giving you any real pressure.

You gasped, hips twitching toward his hand.

“Jin…” you breathed, trying to sound steady but failing.

He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, voice dripping with jealousy and heat. “No. You’re not going with him. You’re soaked right now because of me. Because I finally snapped and told you I want you”

You let out a soft moan as he rubbed slow, teasing circles over your clit, barely dipping his fingers between your folds. “Then why are you still so jealous? I was just joking…”

“Joking?” He pressed two fingers against your entrance, rubbing up and down but not pushing in yet, spreading your wetness.

“Every time you mention his name it makes me want to remind you who you really belong with. Who makes you this wet.”

He finally pushed one finger inside you, curling it slowly while his thumb kept teasing your clit.

You moaned louder, gripping his velvet jacket.

“Fuck… Jin, stop teasing,” you whimpered, hips rocking against his hand.

“Teasing? This is nothing compared to what you just did to me,” he murmured, adding a second finger and thrusting them deeper, faster. “You edged me until I was begging. Now it’s your turn. Tell me… if anyone else can make you this wet?”

“No... ah... only you,” you gasped, head falling back against the locker. “Stop being so jealous and just fuck me already.”

Jin’s eyes flashed with dark satisfaction. He pulled his fingers out, quickly tugging his pants down a little more. “That’s what I thought.”

He didn’t bother undressing fully.

He lifted one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist, and pushed into you in one rough thrust, both of you moaning at the feeling.

“Shit... you feel so good,” he groaned, starting to move with hard, deep strokes, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the small locker room. “This is what you get for trying to make me jealous. My cock instead of his stupid book talk.”

You clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his jacket as he fucked you against the lockers. “Harder… Jin— fuck, yes. You’re so jealous over nothing… but it’s hot.”

He laughed breathlessly, pounding into you faster, one hand gripping your hip while the other held your thigh up. “Nothing? You said yes to him just to watch me snap. Admit it. You wanted me to get mad and claim you like this.”

“Yes... ah... I did,” you moaned, meeting his thrusts. “I wanted you to stop being proud and just take what you want.”

“I’m taking it now,” he growled, kissing you messily, tongues tangling as he fucked you harder. “You’re mine. Not Namjoon’s prom date. Mine.”

The pace turned frantic, half-clothed and desperate, your panties still pushed aside, his pants barely down his thighs. You could feel yourself getting close, clenching around him.

“Jin... I’m gonna come—”

“Come for me,” he demanded, voice rough. “Come on my cock...”

You came hard with a cry, body shaking against him.

Jin fucked you through it, groaning at how tight you got, but he didn’t finish inside. He pulled out suddenly, breathing ragged. “On your knees again. Now.”

You dropped down without hesitation.

Jin stroked himself fast, aiming at your open mouth.

“Fuck— take it. Swallow everything like a good girl,” he panted.

You took him back into your mouth just as he came again, moaning around him while he spilled down your throat for the second time. He trembled, hand in your hair, whispering your name hoarsely.

When it was over, you swallowed and stood up, both of you flushed and breathing heavily, clothes rumpled and skin sticky.

Jin blinked, still catching his breath, then shook his head firmly. “No. I’m not letting you go with him.”

He turned slightly and opened his nearby locker, pulling out a small packet of wet wipes.

Without a word, he gently cleaned between your legs first, wiping away the mess with surprisingly careful touches, then cleaned himself.

“Stay still,” he murmured, voice still rough but softer now. “Can’t have you walking around like this after I just fucked you against the lockers.”

You let out a small laugh, cheeks warm. “Look at you being all caring after acting so jealous and possessive.”

Jin smirked as he tossed the used wipes away and grabbed his extra jacket from the locker. He draped it over your shoulders, helping you slide your arms in.

The jacket was big on you, and it smelled like him.

“There. Now everyone will know you’re with me,” he said, zipping it up halfway and tugging you closer by the collar. “My jacket looks better on you anyway. And it covers up how wrecked you are from me.”

You raised an eyebrow, still teasing. “So possessive. Are you going to march me to Namjoon like this?”

“Exactly,” Jin replied, taking your hand firmly in his, fingers interlaced. “We’re going to talk to him together. Right now. I’m not letting my little brother think he can take you to prom after what just happened in here.”

He unlocked the door and pulled you along with him, still holding your hand tightly as you both stepped out.

You couldn’t resist poking at him more. “What are you going to say? ‘Stay away from my girl because I just fucked her in the locker room’?”

Jin squeezed your hand, glancing at you with that familiar cocky-yet-jealous smirk. “Something like that. I’ll tell him I finally asked you directly and you’re going with me.”

You laughed softly, leaning into his side as you walked.

He gave your hand another squeeze, voice dropping lower. “And later… we’re finishing what we started properly. No more teasing about my brother.”

You smiled, squeezing back. “We’ll see. You still owe me for all those months of smug comments.”

Jin leaned in quickly to press a kiss to your temple. “Deal. But first... let’s go tell Namjoon he’s officially uninvited as your date.”

Jin held your hand tightly as he pulled you straight toward the Literature club room where Namjoon was still sitting alone, flipping through a book.

You were still wearing Jin’s oversized jacket, the sleeves a bit too long on you, and your cheeks were still flushed from everything that had just happened in the locker room.

The moment Jin pushed the door open, he didn’t waste any time.

“Kim Namjoon,” Jin announced loudly, stepping inside with you right beside him, your fingers still interlaced.

“Stay away from her. She’s going to prom with me now. I asked her directly... well, after I finally snapped because of your little stunt — and she’s mine. So back off. Got it?”

Namjoon looked up from his book, eyes shifting between the two of you... your messy hair, Jin’s slightly disheveled appearance, and most obviously, you wearing Jin’s jacket.

A slow, knowing smile spread across his face.

He closed the book calmly and leaned back in his chair. “Oh? You finally did it, hyung?”

“Yes, I did it!” Jin exclaimed, gesturing dramatically with his free hand while still gripping yours.

“After you casually dropped during gaming last night that you asked her to prom and she said yes, I lost it… and well, things happened. But the point is... she’s going with me now. So stay away from my girl.”

Namjoon chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement. “Your girl, huh? Took you long enough. I was starting to think you two would keep bickering forever without doing anything about it.”

You couldn’t help but smile, squeezing Jin’s hand. “Wait… what do you mean?”

Namjoon shrugged, still looking far too pleased with himself.

“I plotted the whole thing. I asked you to prom because I knew you’d say yes just to push hyung’s buttons. Then I casually told him while we were gaming. I wanted him to explode with jealousy. And look — it worked perfectly.”

Jin’s mouth fell open, his jealous energy shifting into pure disbelief. “You… you schemed this? My own brother? You told me ‘because someone was too proud to ask directly’ on purpose?”

“Exactly,” Namjoon replied with a calm laugh. “You’ve both been pining for months. It was painful watching you two dance around each other. So I decided to give you both the push you needed. Jealousy is a great motivator, right?”

Jin ran his free hand through his hair, still holding yours tightly.

“Unbelievable. You asked her out knowing I liked her? You let me rant about how you were taking ‘my girl’ to prom while we were playing games?”

Namjoon nodded, completely unfazed. “Yep. And it worked. You finally confessed, locked her in the locker room, and now she’s wearing your jacket. Mission accomplished. You two stopped pining and actually did something about it.”

You laughed, leaning against Jin’s side. “So the whole ‘friendly prom date to discuss the novel’ was just bait?”

“Pretty much,” Namjoon admitted with a grin.

“I really did want to talk about the book, but that was secondary. I figured if hyung saw you saying yes to me, he’d finally drop the proud act and tell you straight that he wants you.”

Jin groaned, but there was clear relief mixed with lingering annoyance in his voice. “You’re the worst little brother ever. I was genuinely mad and jealous. I thought you were actually trying to steal her.”

“Not steal,” Namjoon said lightly. “Just… helped. Now you can both go to prom together, argue, make out, whatever you want — as long as you stop making the rest of us suffer through your endless bickering.”

Jin pointed at him with his free hand, still holding yours possessively. “Fine. But stay away from her from now on. No more asking her to prom, no more cozy book talks that make me jealous. She’s going with me. End of story.”

Namjoon chuckled again, raising his hands in surrender. “Relax, hyung. I won’t. She was never mine anyway. She’s been yours since the first time she called you an idiot in club and you smirked like an idiot back.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “You two are ridiculous. But… thank you, I guess? Even if your method was sneaky.”

“Don’t thank him,” Jin muttered, tugging you closer. “He’s still in trouble for making me suffer through that gaming session.”

Namjoon leaned forward, his smile turning slightly mischievous as he looked at both of you. “Hyung… well, just don’t get caught on campus while doing stuffs. That’s all.”

Jin’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing as he realized what Namjoon was implying.

Namjoon shrugged innocently, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. “The jacket, the flushed faces, the way you’re both still breathing a little heavy… I’m not blind. Just be careful next time.”

You buried your face against Jin’s shoulder, half embarrassed, half laughing. “Oh my god…”

Jin groaned loudly, squeezing your hand tighter. “I hate you. I really hate you right now.”

Namjoon laughed warmly. “No, you don’t. You’re welcome. Now go enjoy your prom planning. And hyung — try not to be too smug about finally getting the girl. We all saw it coming.”

Jin pulled you toward the door, still muttering under his breath but unable to hide the small, satisfied smile on his face. “Come on, let’s get out of here before my scheming brother says anything else embarrassing.”

As you both left the room, Jin leaned down and whispered in your ear, “He’s right about one thing though… you look really good in my jacket. And next time, we’re doing this properly. Not in a locker room.”

You grinned, squeezing his hand back. “We’ll see about that, Mr. Jealous.”

The bass vibrated through your bones, but it did nothing to lift your mood.

Graduation had ended only a few hours ago, and your best friends had practically kidnapped you from the after-party, insisting that “you only graduate once” and that you “deserved to let loose for once.”

You hated clubs.

The sticky floors, the overwhelming smell of perfume and alcohol, the way people shouted just to be heard. You were nursing a watered-down cocktail at the edge of the bar, already planning your escape, when you noticed him.

Tall... Broad shoulders... Sharp jawline that could cut glass...

He looked expensive even in the dim club lighting — white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, revealing toned forearms, and dark trousers that hugged his long legs.

His expression screamed boredom, like he’d rather be anywhere else.

You weren’t sure what possessed you, but the words slipped out before you could stop them. “You look like someone who regrets coming here.”

He turned his head slowly.

His dark eyes met yours, and the corner of his lips twitched into a small, dangerously attractive smirk.

“I do,” he said, voice deep and smooth, cutting through the noise like velvet. “But then I met you.”

Your stomach flipped. Just like that. One sentence and the air between you shifted.

He slid onto the stool beside you, close enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologne.

“I’m not usually here either,” you admitted, swirling your drink. “My friends dragged me. Graduation celebration.”

“Congratulations,” he murmured, eyes flicking over you with open appreciation. “Final year?”

“Just finished.” You smiled shyly. “Feels weird. Like I’m supposed to have my life figured out now.”

He chuckled softly. “Life rarely cooperates with plans. Trust me.”

The conversation flowed easier than it should have with a stranger. Teasing banter came naturally.

He was quick-witted, a little cocky, but in a way that made your cheeks heat instead of annoying you. When the crowd grew too loud and the music too aggressive, he leaned in, breath brushing your ear.

“Want to get some air? There’s a balcony upstairs that’s usually quieter.”

You nodded before your brain could catch up.

He offered his hand.

You took it.

On the balcony, the cool night air kissed your skin. He shrugged off his coat and draped it over your shoulders without asking. It smelled like him... warm and masculine.

“Better?” he asked, leaning against the railing beside you.

“Much.” You pulled the coat tighter, glancing up at him. “You still haven’t told me your name.”

He looked at you for a long moment, something unreadable in his gaze. Then he smiled, soft and almost boyish. “Call me Jin.”

“Jin,” you repeated, liking the way it felt on your tongue.

The tension thickened and his eyes dropped to your lips.

Yours did the same to his.

He stepped closer, voice dropping lower. “Tell me if I’m reading this wrong.”

“You’re not,” you whispered.

His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip. “I want to kiss you. Badly.”

“Then do it.”

The first kiss was slow, testing. Then it ignited.

Wet, hungry kisses followed... deep and consuming. His tongue slid against yours, coaxing soft moans from your throat. He tasted like whiskey and sin. One hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist, pulling you flush against his hard body.

“Fuck… you taste good,” he groaned against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip.

You lost track of time.

Minutes blurred into heated touches and whispered curses. When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard.

“My place is twenty minutes away,” he said, forehead resting against yours. “Come home with me.”

Your heart hammered.

This was reckless. You didn’t know him. You didn’t do things like this. But looking into his eyes which were dark with desire, yet strangely gentle... it felt right.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Take me home.”

The ride to his apartment was a haze of stolen kisses at red lights and his hand resting possessively on your thigh.

The second the apartment door clicked shut, his mouth was on your neck, sucking marks into your skin while his hands roamed, clothes started coming off.

Jin pushed you against the wall, kissing you like he was starving.

His hands slid under your dress, gripping your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding against the hard bulge in his pants.

“Bedroom,” he growled, carrying you down the hallway without breaking the kiss.

He laid you down on his massive bed like you were something precious, then crawled over you. He peeled your dress off slowly, eyes darkening at every inch of skin revealed.

“Look at you…” he murmured, voice rough with lust. “So fucking beautiful.”

He kissed his way down your body with deliberate slowness, lips brushing over your collarbone, the valley between your breasts, your stomach, then lower.

Every kiss left a trail of heat.

When he reached your hips, he looked up at you through dark lashes, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he murmured, voice low and rough.

His large hands gripped your thighs, gently but firmly pushing them apart until you were completely open to him. “That’s it… fuck, look at you. Already so wet and I’ve barely touched you.”

Your breath hitched as the cool air hit your slick folds. Heat flooded your face, but the way he was staring at your pussy like it was his favorite meal made your core clench.

“Jin…” you whispered, half embarrassed, half desperate.

He chuckled darkly, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another, inching closer but never quite where you needed him. “So shy all of a sudden? You were grinding against me like a needy little thing just a minute ago.”

You let out a frustrated whine, fingers twisting in the sheets. “Stop teasing…”

“Teasing?” He nipped at your other thigh, tongue soothing the sting.

“This isn’t teasing, sweetheart. This is me enjoying the view.” His breath ghosted over your clit and you jerked. “You’re dripping for me. So pretty and wet. Bet you taste even better.”

Before you could beg again, his tongue finally dragged slowly through your folds... one long, torturous lick from your entrance to your swollen clit.

“Ah— Jin!” you cried out, back arching sharply. Your hands flew to his dark hair, threading through the soft strands.

He groaned against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. “Mmm… fuck, you taste so sweet. Like honey.” He licked again, slower this time, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it gently between his lips.

Your hips bucked involuntarily. “Oh my god... right there—”

Jin pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your arousal. “Yeah? You like that?” He flicked his tongue over your clit rapidly, then sucked harder. “Tell me how it feels, baby. Use your words.”

“It feels... ah... so good,” you moaned, thighs trembling around his head. “Your tongue… fuck, Jin, don’t stop—”

He hummed in approval and slid two thick fingers inside you without warning, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot. The combination of his mouth and fingers made your eyes roll back.

“Shit... Jin! Too much... feels too good—”

“Not enough,” he growled, pumping his fingers steadily while his tongue worked your clit in tight circles. “I want you to soak my face. Can you do that for me? Come on my tongue like a good girl.”

You were panting, hips grinding against his mouth shamelessly now. “I’m close... so close— please...”

He sucked your clit harder, fingers thrusting faster, curling with every stroke. “That’s it. Let go, baby. I’ve got you. Come for me. Let me taste how hard you cum.”

The pressure built unbearably fast. Your grip on his hair tightened as your whole body tensed.

“Jin... Jin, I’m... fuck, I’m cumming—!”

You shattered with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head as waves of intense pleasure crashed through you. He didn’t stop — tongue and fingers working you through every pulse, drawing out your orgasm until you were shaking and whimpering.

When the aftershocks finally faded, he kissed his way back up your body, letting you taste yourself as he claimed your mouth in a deep, filthy kiss.

“Fuck, you’re delicious,” he rasped against your lips, voice hoarse with lust. “Did you hear how pretty you sounded moaning my name?”

You could barely form words, still floating.

“You’re… evil,” you managed, breathless.

Jin laughed softly, nipping at your bottom lip. “Evil? Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.” His hard cock pressed against your thigh, hot and heavy. “Think you can handle more?”

You nodded eagerly, pulling him down for another kiss. “Yes… please. I want you inside me.”

He groaned, grinding against you. “Good girl. Because I need to feel this tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. Multiple times tonight.”

“Condom?” you managed to ask between messy, desperate kisses, your hands roaming over his broad chest.

“Nightstand,” Jin growled against your lips, barely breaking the kiss as he reached over.

He tore the packet open with his teeth, eyes never leaving yours. His breathing was ragged as he rolled the condom down his thick, throbbing length.

You couldn’t help but stare.

His cock was big — long and girthy, veins prominent, the head flushed dark and already leaking precum even through the latex. The sight made your core clench with anticipation.

Jin noticed your gaze and smirked, that dangerously cocky look returning. He gripped the base and rubbed the swollen head slowly up and down your slick folds, deliberately teasing your swollen clit with every pass.

“Fuck… you’re dripping all over me,” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “Look at that. Your pretty pussy is begging for my cock.”

You whimpered, hips twitching every time he nudged your clit. “Jin… Please... Don't tease...”

He let out a low, amused chuckle and pressed the head against your entrance, pushing in just the tip before pulling back out again. “I’m just making sure you really want it, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

He repeated the motion, sliding the thick head between your folds, bumping your clit, then nudging your hole again... driving you insane with need.

You moaned loudly, nails digging into his shoulders. “I want you. God, I want you so bad.”

“Yeah?” He leaned down, lips brushing your ear, voice dropping into a husky whisper. “Tell me exactly what you want. Use your pretty words.”

“I want your cock,” you breathed, voice shaking with desperation. “Please, Jin… fuck me. I need you inside me right now.”

A deep, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest. “That’s my good girl.”

He finally pushed in... slow, deliberate, letting you feel every thick inch stretching you open. The burn was delicious, the fullness overwhelming.

Both of you moaned loudly as he sank deeper.

“Shit…” Jin hissed through gritted teeth, forehead pressed against yours. “You’re so fucking tight. Squeezing me like you were made for this cock.”

You gasped, back arching off the bed as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours. “Oh my god… you’re so big. I can feel you so deep—”

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, but his control was clearly fraying. His arms trembled slightly as he held himself above you.

“Talk to me, baby,” he murmured, voice strained. “Tell me how it feels having my cock buried inside you.”

“It feels… incredible,” you whimpered, clenching around him experimentally. “So full… you’re hitting so deep already.”

Jin groaned and started moving — slow, powerful thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep.

Every stroke made your toes curl.

“Fuck, listen to how wet you are,” he rasped, the lewd sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. “This pussy is taking me so well. Greedy little thing.”

Your moans grew louder with every thrust. “Jin— ah— harder… please, I can take it.”

He picked up the pace, hips snapping forward with more force. One hand slid under your ass, tilting your hips to hit even deeper. “Like this? You want me to fuck you harder, sweetheart?”

“Yes— yes, just like that!” You cried out, nails raking down his back. “Don’t stop… you feel so good inside me.”

He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy, wet kiss while pounding into you. Between kisses he whispered filthy praises. “That’s it… take every inch. Such a good girl for me.”

“Your pussy is clenching so tight around my cock. You gonna cum for me again?”

You could barely form coherent sentences, pleasure building rapidly. “I— fuck... I’m so close already—”

He smirked against your lips, angling his thrusts to hit that perfect spot inside you with every stroke. “Then cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock while I’m still buried deep inside you. Let me feel it.”

The intensity pushed you over the edge fast. Your walls fluttered and clenched hard around him as you came with a loud cry of his name, body shaking beneath him.

Jin groaned loudly, his rhythm faltering for a moment. “Fuck... that’s it. Good girl. Milk my cock just like that…”

He didn’t stop moving, fucking you through your orgasm with deep, steady thrusts, drawing it out until you were a trembling, whimpering mess.

When you finally started coming down, he kissed you softly, still buried inside you, and whispered against your lips with a wicked smile, “Do you need a minute? Before we start again.”

He quickly changed the condom, rolling on a fresh one with practiced ease before pulling you on top of him.

You straddled his hips, hands braced on his firm chest as you slowly sank down onto his thick cock.

A shared moan filled the room.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging in hard enough to leave faint marks as you started bouncing on him.

“That’s it, baby… ride me just like that,” Jin groaned, eyes dark with lust and admiration. “Fuck, you look so good taking my cock. So pretty when you’re falling apart for me.”

“Jin... ah—” you gasped, rolling your hips faster, the new angle making you see stars.

He kept praising you between heavy breaths... “Good girl… just like that… you feel incredible”, his voice rough yet warm.

Later, he flipped you onto your back again, thrusting into you with a relentless, deep rhythm until you came hard around him, clenching and trembling. He followed right after, groaning your name as he spilled into the condom.

You didn’t stop at two rounds.

By the fourth condom, things had turned slower and lazier. He moved inside you with unhurried, sensual strokes, lazy wet kisses pressed between every thrust.

Soft conversations mixed with quiet moans — whispered compliments, gentle teasing, and him repeating your name like it was something precious.

When you finally collapsed beside each other, exhausted and sated, the sky outside was turning soft pink with dawn. Jin pulled you into his arms, tucking your head against his chest and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Stay,” he whispered, voice hoarse but gentle.

You didn’t argue.

Curling into his warmth, you fell asleep listening to the steady beat of his heart, wondering how one reckless night with a stranger could feel this dangerously perfect… and strangely safe.

Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows when you finally stirred. The bed felt too big, too empty.

Jin was gone.

You sat up slowly, wincing at the pleasant ache between your legs. On the bedside table was a neatly folded note written in clean, elegant handwriting, a soft oversized black hoodie, and a hot water pack that was still warm.

Your heart did a silly little flip.

You picked up the note.

“Urgent work came up. Sorry I had to leave early. I left brunch and tea for you in the kitchen. There’s a hot water pack if you’re sore. Make yourself at home. — Jin”

You stared at it for a long moment, cheeks warming. Who leaves a hot water pack and homemade breakfast after a one-night stand? It felt… dangerously boyfriend-ish.

It made you Confused... Comfortable... And suspiciously, stupidly happy.

You freshened up, then slipped into his hoodie.

It swallowed you whole, the sleeves too long, the hem falling mid-thigh, carrying his clean, woody scent. You buried your nose in the collar for a second longer than necessary.

In the kitchen, you found perfectly arranged tray... fluffy scrambled eggs, toast with avocado, fresh fruits, and a pot of herbal tea still warm.

You carried the tray to the massive living room and settled on the couch. The 85-inch TV stared back at you invitingly.

“Just one episode,” you told yourself as you turned on Netflix.

Three hours later, the plate was empty, the tea long gone, and you were deep into the fourth episode of a new drama, legs tucked under you, completely lost in the story. The hoodie sleeves covered your hands as you hugged a cushion, hair messy, cheeks warm from laughing at the romantic scenes.

You didn’t notice how the sunlight slowly shifted from bright afternoon to golden evening.

The sound of the front door opening startled you.

You froze.

Jin stepped in, loosening his tie, looking unfairly handsome in his crisp white shirt and slacks. His eyes landed on you... wrapped in his hoodie, surrounded by crumbs, and he stopped in the doorway.

Silence stretched for two heartbeats.

“I’m s-so s-sorry—” you blurted, face burning as you scrambled to sit up properly. “I didn’t realise how late it got. I just started watching while having brunch and… time disappeared. I swear I’m not like this... Ugh... Please don’t think I’m a total weirdo who overstays after one night—”

Jin’s shoulders shook with quiet laughter.

He closed the door behind him, eyes soft and warm.

“You look cute in my hoodie,” he said, voice low and fond. Then, almost like he couldn’t help himself, he added, “I’m glad you didn’t disappear.”

The words hung in the air, heavier than they should have been. Something dangerous fluttered in your chest.

You tugged nervously at the hem of the hoodie. “But… I should probably leave now. My clothes must be dry by now.”

Jin shook his head, already walking toward the open kitchen. “Let’s have dinner first. I’m cooking.”

Your eyes widened, excitement bubbling up before you could stop it. You gave him big puppy eyes without meaning to. “You’ll cook? Actually… I really loved the breakfast you made this morning. It was so good.”

He glanced over his shoulder, a small, pleased smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah? Then sit down. This won’t take long.”

You ended up perched on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island like it was the most natural thing in the world, watching him move around the kitchen with quiet confidence. He chopped vegetables with practiced ease while you swung your legs lightly.

“So… what drama were you watching?” he asked, glancing at you with genuine curiosity.

You perked up. “It’s this new romance one... the one with the CEO and the office employee girl, who keeps accidentally bumping into him. Total cliché, but the chemistry is insane. Have you seen any good dramas lately?”

Jin chuckled, stirring something that already smelled amazing. “I don’t get much time for TV. Work eats up most of my evenings. But I like to play games when I can.”

You tilted your head. “Why do you work so much? You sound like you barely sleep.”

He shrugged lightly, but there was a hint of tiredness in his eyes. “Habit, mostly. Sometimes I forget there’s a life outside spreadsheets and meetings.” He glanced at you. “What about you? Big plans now that you’ve graduated?”

Your shoulders slumped a little. “Honestly? I’m terrified. I have my first proper job interview tomorrow and I feel like I’m going to mess it up. I keep imagining myself freezing or saying something stupid.”

Jin’s knife paused for half a second before he continued chopping. “Which company?”

“Kim WWH Corp. LTD,” you said casually, reaching for a piece of carrot he’d sliced. “I got the mail two days ago. It’s for an entry-level position in the marketing team. I’m really nervous though. They’re huge.”

Jin’s expression remained perfectly polite on the outside... a small, encouraging smile, but inside his mind was screaming.

Kim WWH Corp. My company.

OH... OH NO... This is going to be fun.

He decided not to tell you tonight. He wanted one more normal evening where you looked at him like Jin... not the CEO.

“Marketing, huh?” he said smoothly, plating the food. “You’ll do great. Just be yourself.”

You beamed at him, completely unaware. “Thank you. That actually helps a little.”

You both laughed, the conversation flowing easily again... favorite drama tropes, worst interview horror stories you’d heard, his subtle complaints about overworking, your excited ramblings about finally stepping into the corporate world.

For a while, it felt dangerously normal.

Like this was just another cozy evening between two people who had known each other far longer than one night.

He set a steaming plate in front of you — perfectly cooked stir-fried noodles with vegetables and tender chicken. You took one bite and let out an embarrassing happy sound.

“Oh my god, Jin… this is amazing... mhmmm...,” you hummed softly.

His ears turned the slightest bit pink.

A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, the kind that made your stomach flip. Jin lived for moments like this. Feeding people he liked and cared about, watching them enjoy his cooking… and now you joined that list. It did dangerous things to his heart.

“You really like it?” he asked, voice softer than before.

“I love it,” you said between bites, eyes sparkling. “Seriously, you cook like this every day? I might never leave.”

Big mistake...

Jin’s eyes lit up with quiet delight.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face... the kind that said he lived for exactly this reaction. “Careful,” he warned playfully, though his tone was warm. “I might hold you to that.”

You looked up, chopsticks paused halfway to your mouth. The air suddenly felt warmer, sweeter. For a moment, neither of you said anything. Just soft smiles and the quiet clink of chopsticks.

It was dangerously perfect.

By the time both plates were empty, you were sitting side by side at the kitchen island, shoulders occasionally brushing. Jin hadn’t stopped looking at you... that quiet, fond gaze that made warmth bloom in your chest and heat rise to your cheeks.

You fiddled with your chopsticks, suddenly shy under his attention.

“You’re staring,” you murmured, cheeks turning pink.

“Can’t help it,” he replied softly, voice low and honest. “You look good in my kitchen. In my hoodie.”

Your heart stuttered.

Before you could think of a reply, Jin leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away. You didn’t. Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips met yours in a gentle, sweet kiss.

It started soft... just a brush of warmth, but the moment your hand came up to rest on his chest, something shifted. Jin’s arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer.

You melted into him, and the kiss deepened, turning slow and hungry. His tongue traced your bottom lip, coaxing a tiny sigh from you.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted you effortlessly by the waist and settled you onto his lap, your knees bracketing his thighs. One of his hands splayed across your lower back, the other cupping the back of your neck as he kissed you deeper, slower, like he wanted to memorize the taste of you.

You lost yourself in it... the warmth of his body, the way his fingers gently threaded through your hair, the soft sounds he made against your mouth.

Time slipped away again.

Eventually, breathless, you pulled back just enough to rest your forehead against his, a playful smile tugging at your swollen lips.

“If we don’t stop now,” you whispered, voice husky, “I might actually miss my interview tomorrow… and I really can’t afford to do that.”

Jin let out a low, reluctant chuckle, his thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek.

“Fair point.” He pressed one last soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to your forehead. “But I’m driving you home. No arguments.”

You nodded, still a little dazed and glowing from the kiss. “Okay.”

Twenty minutes later, after you’d changed back into your own clothes, Jin walked you down to his car. The ride to your apartment was quiet but comfortable, filled with stolen glances and soft conversation about nothing important.

When he pulled up outside your building, he turned to you, eyes warm in the dim streetlight.

“Thank you for staying,” he said simply. “Tonight was… nice.”

You smiled, heart fluttering. “Yeah. It really was.”

You hesitated, then added, “Goodnight, Jin.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

He waited until you were safely inside before driving away.

You went to bed that night wrapped in the memory of his hoodie, his cooking, and the taste of his kiss, completely unaware that the man who had just dropped you home was the CEO of the company where you had your interview in less than twelve hours.

The next morning you dragged yourself into the towering glass building of Kim Corp., running on three hours of sleep, two cups of coffee, and pure panic-fuelled confidence.

Your blazer was slightly wrinkled, your heels clicked too loudly on the marble floor, and you kept repeating interview answers under your breath like a prayer. Be professional. Smile.

You were mid-interview in the sleek 18th-floor conference room when the door suddenly opened without a knock.

Hoseok from HR was smiling brightly, Namjoon (VP, also Jin's younger brother) was nodding thoughtfully at your answers, and Yoongi from Marketing looked half-asleep but was scribbling notes.

All of their heads turned in confusion.

Your soul left your body.

Because walking in like he owned the building... which he did... was Jin. One-night-stand Jin.

He was now in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, hair styled neatly, looking every inch the untouchable CEO. His eyes landed on you for half a second... something unreadable flashing across his face before he smoothed it into perfect professionalism.

“Good morning,” he said calmly, voice deep and steady, as if he hadn’t spent half the previous night with his tongue in your mouth. “I hope I’m not interrupting. Please continue.”

The panelists blinked.

You internally died. Revived for a split second. Then died again, harder.

Hoseok blinked. “Mr. Kim… we weren’t expecting you.”

“I had some free time,” Seokjin said easily, pulling out the chair at the head of the table like this was completely normal. “Please continue.”

You sat there frozen, clutching your resume so tightly the paper crinkled.

Namjoon’s sharp eyes flicked between you and his older brother. He noticed everything, the way your cheeks had gone pale, the way Seokjin’s gaze lingered half a second too long on you before turning professional.

Yoongi raised one eyebrow, then immediately went back to pretending he was deeply interested in his notes. Internally he was thinking, This is going to be a nightmare for HR.

Hoseok’s bright smile faltered for a split second. Oh no. We might need to update the company dating policy by next week.

Seokjin leaned back in his chair, over-correcting into full CEO mode. His tone was polite, measured, and somehow more intimidating than usual.

He rarely sat in on entry-level interviews. Everyone knew that.

Hoseok cleared his throat. “Ah… where were we? Right. Miss Y/N, you were telling us about your final-year project on social media campaign strategies.”

You somehow managed to answer, voice only slightly higher than usual. “Yes, um… I focused on user-generated content and micro-influencer partnerships. Engagement went up 47% because—”

Jin leaned back slightly, listening with perfect poker-face professionalism. But when you glanced at him, his eyes held the tiniest spark of amusement.

Namjoon jumped in smoothly. “Impressive numbers. How do you handle negative feedback on social platforms?”

You answered as best you could, but your brain kept screaming That’s the same man who fed me stir-fried noodles and called me ‘good girl’ while I was riding him.

Yoongi asked a few dry marketing questions, clearly enjoying your quiet suffering. “What’s your biggest weakness in a team setting?”

“I… sometimes get too excited about ideas and forget to check the time,” you said, then immediately regretted it because it reminded you of binge-watching on his couch until sunset.

Hoseok chuckled kindly. “We all do that sometimes.”

Jin finally spoke, voice perfectly neutral but carrying that familiar warmth underneath. “Tell me, how do you manage work-life balance? Especially after late nights.”

You nearly choked on air.

Namjoon’s dimples deepened as he tried to hide a knowing smile.

Yoongi coughed into his fist, suddenly very interested in his coffee.

Hoseok’s eyes widened slightly — internally judging and already drafting new HR policies in his head.

You forced a smile. “I… believe in setting clear boundaries and getting enough rest. Sleep is important.”

Jin nodded slowly, then asked in the most innocent tone possible, “Did you sleep well last night?”

The room went dead silent.

Namjoon’s pen stopped moving.

Yoongi’s eyebrow shot up.

Hoseok’s smile froze in pure second-hand embarrassment.

You felt your soul attempt to exit your body through your ears. Your face burned crimson. “I… um… not particularly well, sir. A bit… restless.”

Jin’s lips twitched... the barest hint of a smile he quickly suppressed. “That’s unfortunate. We value well-rested employees here at Kim Corp.”

Namjoon leaned forward, unable to resist. “Hyung... I mean, Mr. Kim, any particular reason you’re joining us today? You usually trust us with entry-level hires.”

Jin shot his brother a calm look. “Just making sure we’re hiring the right fit. Miss Y/N has an… interesting resume. Very memorable.”

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

Hoseok tried to save the situation. “Well! Any final questions for the candidate?”

Jin tilted his head, eyes locking onto yours with dangerous softness hidden behind professionalism. “Just one more. Where do you see yourself in five years… working with this company?”

You swallowed hard, heart hammering. “Hopefully contributing meaningfully to the marketing team, learning from experienced leaders, and… growing professionally. Without too many surprises.”

Yoongi muttered under his breath, just loud enough for the table to hear, “Too late for that.”

Namjoon coughed to cover a laugh.

Hoseok looked like he was calculating how soon he could call an emergency HR meeting.

Jin simply smiled, that same slow, fond smile from last night when you complimented his cooking. “Thank you for your time. We’ll be in touch soon.”

As you stood up on shaky legs, bowing politely, Jin added casually, “And try to get some proper rest tonight. Interviews can be… draining.”

You nearly tripped on your way out.

The second the door closed behind you, you leaned against the wall in the hallway, hand over your racing heart.

Inside the room, Namjoon immediately turned to his older brother. “Hyung. Seriously? What was that?”

Jin just picked up his coffee, looking far too pleased with himself. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Yoongi snorted. “Sure... And we are idiots.”

Hoseok buried his face in his hands. “I’m updating the employee handbook tonight.”

Seokjin just smiled to himself, already planning how to “accidentally” run into you in the marketing department very, very soon.

You got the job offer letter two days after the world’s most awkward interview. Official reason: Your portfolio showed strong potential, fresh ideas, and you handled pressure well according to the panel.

Real reason... Kim Seokjin wanted you nearby. Badly.

The first few weeks were pure torture dressed up as professionalism.

You avoided eye contact like it was your full-time job.

If Jin walked into the marketing floor, you suddenly became extremely interested in your monitor. If he passed your desk, you’d duck your head or pretend to search for something in your drawer.

Accidental bumping into him in the hallway? You’d mutter “sorry, Mr. Kim” and practically sprint in the opposite direction.

Elevators became your mortal enemy. The moment you saw Jin alone inside one, you’d smile politely and say, “I’ll take the stairs, good exercise!” before bolting.

Jin tried so hard to behave. Failed everytime...

You were rushing to the printer when a familiar broad shoulder brushed against yours in the narrow corridor.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Jin’s voice came from behind you, warm and far too close. “Good morning.”

Your soul did a tiny scream. You clutched the printed reports tighter and speed-walked away without turning around.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim!” you squeaked, already halfway down the hall.

Namjoon, who was walking the opposite way with a coffee, watched the entire thing and sighed. “Hyung… you’re scaring the new hire.”

Jin adjusted his tie, pretending to be innocent. “I was just saying hello.”

Yoongi appeared beside Namjoon, sipping his iced Americano. “You said hello like you wanted to drag her into your cabin.”

Jin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yoongi go and focus on upcoming campaign.”

Namjoon, Yoongi, and especially Hoseok noticed everything.

One afternoon in the break room, Hoseok whispered dramatically while stirring his coffee, “They already know each other from... Totally normal tension.”

Yoongi snorted.

Namjoon just sighed, rubbing his temples. “Hyung is going to give himself a headache. But if he likes her, we all know he won’t stop.”

The other employees started whispering too, but the trio quickly shut it down with the same “they’re old acquaintances” excuse.

No one argued.

Everyone knew, when Kim Seokjin decided on something or someone... he pursued it.

By the fifth week, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

You were still at your desk at 7:30 PM, finishing a Q3 campaign proposal, when your desk phone rang. “Marketing Department, Y/N speaking.”

“Miss Y/L/N,” Jin’s voice came through the line... smooth, low, and tired. “Could you bring the Q3 campaign files to my office? I’d like to review them tonight.”

You hesitated, gripping the receiver. “I can email them, Mr. Kim.”

There was a short pause. Then, softer, almost pleading, “Please?”

Your resolve cracked like cheap glass. “…Okay. I’ll be up in five minutes.”

When you stepped into his spacious top-floor office, Jin was at his desk, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking exhausted but unfairly handsome. He looked up and gave you a small, genuine smile.

“Thank you for coming,” he said.

You placed the files on his desk and started to leave, but he spoke again, gesturing to the chair across from him. “Actually… stay for a bit. If you don’t mind.”

You froze. “Mr. Kim—”

“Just for a few minutes,” he added quietly. “Namjoon casually mentioned you were still here. I… didn’t want to be alone right now.”

You hesitated, then slowly sat down. The silence stretched for a moment before Jin rubbed his face with both hands.

“I’ve been feeling exhausted lately,” he admitted, voice softer than you’d ever heard in the office. “Too many late nights, too many decisions. Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing any of this right.”

Your heart softened instantly. “You’re doing better than you think. The team respects you a lot. Even when you… ask weird questions in interviews.”

Jin let out a tired laugh, eyes crinkling. “God, don’t remind me. I still can’t believe why I asked if you slept well. Hoseok looked like he wanted to file a complaint against me on the spot.”

You giggled despite yourself. “He definitely updated the HR Guidelines that night.”

From that evening onward, the strict walls of professionalism started cracking.

You avoided him less.

You still kept boundaries... no lingering touches, no personal talk during work hours, but the cold shoulder disappeared. Jin, however, was struggling. Calling you “Miss Y/L/N” felt wrong on his tongue.

He kept slipping.

“Y/N, could you—” He’d catch himself and clear his throat. “Miss Y/L/N… the report looks good.”

Every time he said your name without the “Miss,” his ears would turn pink.

One ordinary Thursday, you were in the elevator with your co-worker Mina when Jin stepped in on the 12th floor. Mina was going to the 8th floor for a meeting, so she got off first, leaving you and Jin alone.

The doors closed.

Silence...

You stared at the floor pattern like they held the secrets of the universe. Then... with a sudden jerk and a loud beep, the elevator stopped between floors.

The lights flickered once before settling into emergency mode.

You both froze.

Jin pressed the emergency button. A voice crackled through the speaker... “Help is on the way. Estimated arrival: one hour.”

One hour... Alone... With him...

Jin asked... “Claustrophobic?”

“Nah... I am fine. You ok?” He nodded in reply.

You let out a shaky breath, kicked off your heels, and slid down to sit on the floor, back against the wall. Jin watched you for a second, then did the same, loosening his tie and sitting across from you, long legs stretched out.

The silence lasted maybe thirty seconds before you couldn’t hold it anymore. “Why didn’t you tell me that night, you were the CEO?” you asked, voice quiet but direct.

Jin looked at you, eyes soft and honest.

He didn’t deflect or joke this time.

“Because I liked the way you looked at me before you knew,” he said simply.

“In my apartment, in my hoodie, on that couch, at dinner… you saw Jin. Not the CEO of Kim Corp. Not the guy everyone expects something from. Just… me. I wanted to protect that a little longer. I wasn’t playing games with you. I was protecting something that felt real.”

The words hit you straight in the chest.

Your throat tightened.

“You could have told me after you dropped me to my apartment,” you whispered.

“I know.” He gave a small, self-deprecating smile. “But every time I tried, I kept remembering how you smiled at me when I was just cooking noodles for you. I got selfish. I’m sorry.”

You stared at him, heart pounding.

He wasn’t playing. He had been scared of losing the version of you that looked at him without the weight of his title.

Something shifted in the quiet emergency lighting.

You crawled across the small space on your knees and stopped right in front of him.

Jin’s breath hitched.

Without thinking, you leaned in.

He met you halfway.

The kiss started slow and emotional... full of all the weeks of tension and unspoken feelings. Then it deepened, turning hungry. Jin’s hand cupped your cheek, the other sliding to your waist as he pulled you closer.

You climbed into his lap, heels long forgotten, fingers threading through his perfectly styled hair and messing it up.

Soft sighs and quiet moans filled the small space. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then your neck, leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses.

“Fuck… Y/N,” he breathed against your skin, voice wrecked. “I’ve been going crazy trying to behave.”

You laughed breathlessly, tugging him back up for another kiss. “You’re terrible at it.”

“I know,” he groaned, kissing you deeper. “But I like you too much to stop trying… and failing.”

You kissed him again, slower this time, pouring all the confusion, the longing, and the butterflies into it. Between kisses, fluffy little confessions slipped out.

“You looked adorable running away from me in the hallway,” he teased, kissing along your jaw.

“Shut up... I was panicking!”

“And the stairs? Really? On the 18th floor?”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” He smiled against your neck. “You wore my hoodie like it was your favorite blanket.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes sparkling with affection and lingering disbelief. “You’re impossible. Handsome, annoying, and impossible.”

“And you’re stuck with me for at least another forty-five minutes,” he replied, forehead resting against yours. His thumb brushed your swollen lips tenderly. “I’m not complaining.”

You giggled, the sound light and happy in the small space.

When you finally pulled back for air, foreheads resting together, Jin smiled... that genuine, boyish smile that made your stomach flip.

“Still mad at me?” he whispered.

“A little,” you admitted, tracing his jaw with your finger. “But mostly… I get it now.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

The emergency lights hummed above you as you stayed curled against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. For the first time in weeks, the tension felt lighter replaced by something warmer, scarier, and disgustingly sweeter.

You nuzzled a little closer, cheek pressed to the smooth fabric of his shirt. Jin’s hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back.

“I was dying to talk to you like this again,” he murmured, voice low and warm against your hair. “Just as Jin. Not Mr. Kim, not the CEO… just the guy who cooked you dinner and stole kisses in his kitchen. These past weeks have been torture.”

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head up to look at him. “You know… you look a little scary and intimidating in this CEO look. The suit, the serious face, the way everyone straightens up when you walk in. I almost didn’t recognize you that day in the interview room.”

Jin chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Scary? Me?”

He raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. “I thought I was doing a great job at being professional. Clearly I failed miserably the moment I asked if you slept well.”

You giggled, hiding your face in his chest for a second. “That question almost made me pass out.”

He laughed again, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head. “I couldn’t help it. Seeing you sitting there all nervous and pretty… my brain short-circuited.”

A comfortable silence settled for a moment before you spoke again, voice quieter this time.

“After you dropped me home that night… I wanted to ask for your number so badly,” you admitted, tracing a small pattern on his shirt with your finger.

“But I chickened out. I kept thinking… why would someone like you stick around with me? You’re handsome, successful, you could have anyone you want. I figured it was just a one-night thing and I shouldn’t get my hopes up.”

Jin’s arms tightened around you.

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression soft and serious. “I had planned to take your number too,” he said honestly.

“I was going to ask right after dinner. But then you mentioned your interview at Kim Corp… and I froze. I waited because I knew I’d eventually get your contact anyway. I just didn’t want our first real conversation after that night to start with me being your boss. I wanted a little more time where I was just Jin to you.”

Your heart squeezed at his words. “So you hired me because…”

“Because you’re genuinely talented, and I'm no one to take decisions in hiring process, only panel can decide,” he said quickly, then gave you a sheepish smile.

“And… I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that night. Your laugh, the way you looked in my hoodie, how you praised my cooking like it was the best thing you’d ever tasted. I kept replaying everything.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “You’re dangerous, you know that? Saying things like that while we’re stuck in an elevator.”

Jin grinned, that boyish, charming smile that made your stomach flip. “Dangerous? Sweetheart, I’ve been on my best behavior for five weeks. Do you know how many times I almost walked over to your desk just to say hi like a normal person?”

“Probably as many times as I took the stairs to avoid you,” you teased, poking his chest lightly.

He caught your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Exactly. We’re both terrible at this hiding thing.”

You laughed softly, then sighed, resting your head back on his chest. “This feels nice… talking like this. No pretending.”

“It does,” he agreed, voice turning gentle again. “I missed this. Missed you looking at me without the ‘oh shit, he’s my boss’ panic in your eyes.”

You smiled against his shirt. “I still have that panic a little. But it’s getting smaller.”

“Good.” He tilted your chin up gently, eyes warm. “Because I really like the way you look at me when it’s just us.”

The moment stretched sweetly.

Jin leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss.

It quickly deepened, his hand cupping your cheek as you melted into him, fingers threading through his hair. Soft sighs and quiet hums filled the small space until the emergency lights flickered again.

When you finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Jin rested his forehead against yours.

“When we get out of here,” he whispered, “I’m taking you to dinner. Proper date. No hiding, no CEO title, no running away to the stairs. Just you and me… as Jin and Y/N.”

You nodded, heart fluttering. “I’d like that. A lot.”

He smiled, pressing one last soft kiss to your temple. “Good. Because I’m not letting you dodge me anymore.”

Exactly fifty-three minutes later, the elevator dinged back to life.

You scrambled off his lap, both of you fixing your clothes and hair in a panic, laughing quietly like teenagers caught making out.

As the doors slowly opened, two worried maintenance staff members were already waiting with concerned expressions.

“Everyone okay in there?” one of them asked, stepping forward.

You quickly nodded, smoothing down your slightly rumpled blouse, while Jin beside you, adjusting his tie with practiced calm. Both of you looked composed on the outside.

“Yes, we’re fine,” Jin answered smoothly, voice steady and authoritative. “Just a minor malfunction. Thank you for your quick response.”

The staff nodded, still looking a bit flustered. “We’ll do a full check right away, Mr. Kim.”

You stepped out first, cheeks still warm.

Jin followed right behind you.

After the elevator incident, everything changed... but only between the two of you.

You and Jin started dating secretly.

No one in the office was supposed to know. That was the rule you both agreed on the very next day during a rushed lunch hour in his office with the blinds half-drawn and the door locked.

“We have to be professional at work,” you had said, cheeks still pink from the kiss he’d stolen as soon as you locked his office door.

Jin had nodded solemnly, then immediately ruined it by pulling you into his lap and murmuring, “Professional during office hours. After hours… you’re all mine, sweetheart.”

So the secret began.

Or at least… you both thought it was a secret.

It started small over the weeks.

One day, you were in the pantry grabbing coffee when Jin walked in. The moment he saw you, his entire face softened. He reached for a mug at the exact same time as you, his fingers brushing yours on purpose.

“Miss Y/N,” he said smoothly, though his eyes were sparkling. “You’re here early today.”

You pulled your hand back like you’d been burned. “Good morning, Mr. Kim.”

From the corner, Yoongi was stirring honey into his tea, watching the whole thing with a deadpan expression. While slowly muttering under his breath, “Why the hell is he here when he has got a fancy coffee machine in his office itself…”

You nearly dropped your coffee.

Jin just smiled innocently, pouring himself a cup as if he hadn’t been caught. “The machine upstairs is acting up today. Thought I’d try the pantry one for a change.”

You nodded quickly, keeping your voice perfectly polite. “Of course, Mr. Kim. Have a great day.”

As you turned to leave, you heard a soft chuckle from Jin behind you. “You too, Miss Y/N. Try not to work too hard.”

Your heart did a little flip, but you kept walking.

Another day, during a team meeting, Jin was presenting quarterly targets when his gaze accidentally lingered on you a second too long. You looked down at your notebook, cheeks heating.

Hoseok, sitting across the table, leaned toward Yoongi and stage-whispered, “Did you see that? The CEO just gave the new marketing executive heart eyes. Should we update the no-PDA policy?”

Yoongi didn’t even look up from his laptop and whispered back, “They’re idiots in love. Totally normal.”

Namjoon coughed to hide his laugh and smoothly changed the subject. “Moving on to the campaign budget…”

Jin cleared his throat, forcing his eyes back to the presentation screen. “Right. As I was saying, the Q3 targets require a 12% uplift in engagement. Any thoughts on the new social strategy?”

You raised your hand, keeping your tone completely professional. “I think focusing on user-generated content could help, Mr. Kim. We saw a 28% increase in similar campaigns last quarter.”

Jin’s eyes met yours again, warm and proud for a split second before he nodded. “Excellent point, Miss Y/N. Let’s build on that.”

Later that same day, you were walking back to your desk when Jin “accidentally” bumped into you in the corridor. His hand brushed your waist for half a second longer than necessary.

“Sorry, Miss Y/N,” he said politely, but his voice dropped when no one else was close. “You look beautiful today. That blouse is killing me.”

You glared at him, trying not to smile. “Mr. Kim, someone might hear you.”

“Let them,” he whispered, the corner of his mouth twitching with mischief. Then, louder and perfectly professional again, “My apologies for the collision, Ms. Y/n. Have a productive afternoon.”

He walked away like nothing happened, but you caught the tiny wink he threw over his shoulder when no one was looking.

Behind you, two female colleagues from finance exchanged glances.

One whispered, “They’re definitely dating.”

The other nodded. “Should we pretend we don’t know?”

“Obviously. It’s more fun this way.”

A third colleague walking past overheard and added softly with a smile, “Besides, the boss has been smiling more in the last few weeks than he has in the past two years. He’s always been such a good boss to everyone, works harder than any of us, stays late, remembers our birthdays. If he’s happy… we’re happy. Let them have their little secret.”

The first one giggled quietly. “Exactly. As long as he keeps bringing those amazing team lunches every month, I’m not saying a word.”

You didn’t hear any of it.

You were already halfway back to your desk, heart racing and cheeks warm, wondering how long you and Jin could keep this up before someone actually noticed.

But the whole office?

They had noticed.

They were just too fond of their kind, hardworking CEO to ruin the fun.

At evening, after everyone had left, Jin had texted you.

Jin: Come to the basement parking. I’ll drive you home tonight. No arguments.

You slipped down quietly, heart already racing. The moment you reached his sleek black car, Jin stepped out, pulled you into his arms without a word, and kissed you properly.

It started deep and slow, full of all the affection he’d been holding back the entire day. His lips moved against yours with hunger, tongue slipping in to taste you, turning the kiss wet and heated within seconds.

Soft sighs escaped both of you as he pressed you gently against the side of the car, one hand cupping your cheek while the other gripped your waist possessively.

Wet, messy, needy, and addictive open-mouthed kisses followed.

You moaned softly into his mouth when his tongue brushed yours again, fingers threading through his hair and tugging lightly.

Jin groaned, tilting his head to kiss you even deeper, sucking on your bottom lip before diving back in. The sound of your shared breaths and quiet sighs filled the dimly lit basement.

When you finally broke apart for air, both of you breathing heavily, Jin rested his forehead against yours, eyes dark and warm.

“You have no idea how hard it is to call you Miss Y/N all day,” he groaned between light kisses along your jaw. “I miss saying your name like this… just Y/N. My Y/N.”

You smiled against his lips, still a little breathless. “You slipped and almost called me ‘sweetheart’ in the meeting today. Twice.”

“Did I?” He laughed softly, the sound low and affectionate as he pressed another slow kiss to your mouth. “No one noticed.”

“Hoseok started choking on his water,” you corrected, giggling as you pulled back just enough to look at him. “He had to drink an entire glass in one go to recover.”

Jin chuckled, brushing his nose against yours.

“Well… you know I’m only pretending because you asked me to. Otherwise, you know I don’t want to hide it. I want to date you openly. Hold your hand in the office, bring you lunch in front of everyone, call you sweetheart whenever I feel like it.”

You bit your lip, the warmth in your chest mixing with a flicker of worry. Your fingers played with the collar of his shirt as you spoke softly.

“I know… and I want that too, eventually. But what if people start gossiping once they know? What if they say I only got the job because I’m sleeping with the CEO? Or that I’m using you? I’m scared of that part, Jin. I don’t want anyone looking at me differently… or whispering behind my back.”

Jin’s expression softened immediately.

He cupped your face with both hands, thumbs gently stroking your cheeks as he looked into your eyes with nothing but tenderness.

“Hey… sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and reassuring. “If that’s what you’re worried about, then we’ll go at your own pace. Whenever you’re ready. I’m not in any rush. I just want you to feel comfortable and safe. No pressure.”

You searched his eyes, heart melting at how gentle he was being. “Really? You wouldn’t mind waiting?”

“Not even a little,” he said honestly, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “I waited five weeks just to talk to you properly in that elevator. I can wait as long as you need.”

You let out a small, relieved breath and wrapped your arms around his neck again. “Thank you… that means a lot. I just don’t want things to get messy at work. You’ve built such a good reputation here, and I don’t want to be the reason people start talking badly about you either.”

Jin smiled warmly, pulling you closer until your bodies were flush against each other.

“People can talk all they want. I know the truth. You earned your place here because you’re talented. Anyone who knows me knows I don’t mix business and pleasure like that… well, except with you.”

He smirked playfully and added, “And even then, I tried very hard to behave… until you looked at me in my hoodie and ruined all my self-control.”

You laughed softly, the tension easing out of your shoulders. “I ruined your self-control? You’re the one who kept feeding me and asking if I slept well in the middle of my interview.”

“Guilty,” he admitted with a chuckle, then his voice turned sincere again.

“But seriously, Y/N… we’ll keep it secret for now if that’s what you need. I’ll keep calling you Miss Y/N in meetings, I’ll pretend I don’t want to kiss you every time I see you, and I’ll only steal you away like this after hours. Okay?”

You nodded, feeling safer in his arms. “Okay. Thank you for understanding.”

“Always,” he whispered.

He tilted your chin up and captured your lips once more in a slow, wet kiss, sighing happily when you kissed him back just as eagerly.

His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you tighter as the kiss grew deeper again, full of quiet affection and unspoken promises.

When you finally pulled apart, both smiling and a little dazed, Jin rested his forehead against yours one last time.

“Ready to go home, sweetheart?” he asked softly.

You smiled, heart full. “Only if you keep kissing me like that when we get there.”

Jin grinned, eyes sparkling. “Deal.”

One ordinary afternoon, a cheerful young woman in her early twenties walked into the top floor with a bright smile and a small suitcase.

Employees on the executive floor simply greeted her politely with small bows and greets as she passed by. No one seemed surprised or reacted much as if she had visited before many times.

But when she walked straight toward Jin’s cabin without stopping at the secretary’s desk, your stomach twisted.

You tried to focus on your screen, but curiosity quickly turned into something sharper when you heard her voice floating from the slightly open door.

“Oppa! I missed you so much!”

The sound of her calling him “Oppa” in such a sweet, familiar tone made your chest tighten. You told yourself it was nothing.

You tried to stay at your desk.

You really did.

But five minutes later, you couldn’t take it anymore.

You stood up, walked to Jin’s cabin, and pushed the door open without knocking.

The sight that greeted you made your jealousy skyrocket.

Jin was standing in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around the girl in a warm hug while both of them giggled about something. She was playfully poking his cheek, and he was laughing, looking completely relaxed and happy.

Jin noticed you immediately.

His eyes widened. “Y/N...”

Before he could say anything more, you marched right up to his side, heart pounding with a mix of embarrassment and possessiveness.

You looked directly at the girl and said firmly, “He is my boyfriend, so Ms. you should stay away from him.”

The room went completely silent for two seconds.

Then both Jin and the girl stared at you, stunned.

A moment later, they both burst into loud laughter.

Jin tried to hold it back but failed miserably, shoulders shaking. The girl covered her mouth, eyes sparkling with amusement as she laughed even harder.

You stood there, utterly confused, cheeks burning. “W-what…? Why are you both laughing?”

The girl finally calmed down enough to speak, still giggling. She stepped forward and offered her hand with a bright, friendly smile.

“Hi! I’m Soojin... Seokjin Oppa’s cousin. I live abroad for my studies. I just landed an hour ago and couldn’t wait to meet my brothers, so I came straight here before even going home.”

Your mind went blank. Shit. Oh my god. What did I just do?

Soojin continued cheerfully, clearly enjoying the situation, “And Oppa, is this the girl you kept yapping to me about? The one you called at 3 a.m. my time because she was ignoring you for weeks?”

She grinned widely, clearly enjoying the scene. “Aww, look at you two. So obsessed with each other already! I love it.” She winked at Jin. “She’s cute, Oppa. Nice choice. I approve.”

Jin chuckled. “Soojin, stop teasing her. You’re making her shy.”

“But it’s true!” Soojin laughed. “You kept texting me every day saying ‘She’s ignoring me again, what do I do?’ and now she just claimed you in front of me like a total boss. I’m impressed.”

Your face turned bright red.

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

“I… I remember some urgent work,” you stammered, forcing an awkward smile. “You guys continue your family meeting. I’ll just... Sorry for interruption...”

You turned to practically run out of the room, but Jin was faster.

His hand shot out and caught your wrist gently but firmly, pulling you back toward him. You crashed straight into his chest with a small “oof.”

Jin wrapped one arm around your waist to steady you, looking down at you with warm, amused eyes and a soft smile.

“Running away already, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear the fond teasing in it.

Soojin watched the two of you with a delighted grin.

She picked up her small handbag and winked at Jin.

“Well, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. I should go meet Namjoon Oppa now. He’ll probably scold me for coming here first instead of home.” She gave you a little wave, still giggling.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N! Don’t worry... your secret is safe with me. And seriously, you two are adorable. Bye, Oppa! Bye, future sister-in-law!”

With that, Soojin slipped out of the cabin, closing the door behind her with a soft click, leaving you alone with Jin.

You stayed pressed against his chest, mortified, while Jin’s arm remained securely around you.

The moment the door clicked shut behind Soojin, you stayed buried against Jin’s chest, face burning with embarrassment.

Your hands clutched the front of his shirt as you mumbled, “Oh my god… I can’t believe I just did that. I stormed in here and told your cousin to stay away from you like some jealous girlfriend. She must think I’m crazy.”

Jin’s chest vibrated with a low, affectionate laugh.

His arms tightened around your waist, one hand gently rubbing your back in slow circles.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, voice warm and soothing, “you have no idea how much I loved that possessive side of yours.”

He pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up with his fingers, making you meet his eyes. “The way you marched in here and claimed me so boldly? It was incredibly hot. I’ve been dying to see you get jealous over me.”

You groaned, hiding your face in his chest again. “Stop teasing me… I feel so stupid right now.”

“You’re not stupid,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “You’re adorable. And honestly? It made my whole day. Knowing you care enough to get possessive over me… it does dangerous things to my heart.”

He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, his voice dropping into a playful whisper. “My shy little girlfriend turning into a fierce lioness the moment she thought someone was taking her man away. I think I fell for you even harder just now.”

You peeked up at him, still flushed but unable to stop a small smile. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Guilty,” Jin admitted with a mischievous grin.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a slow, tender kiss.

It started soft and comforting, but quickly deepened as his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. His tongue traced your bottom lip, coaxing a quiet sigh from you before he slipped inside, turning the kiss wet and heated.

You melted into him, fingers threading through his hair as you kissed him back. Between kisses, you whispered breathlessly, “Jin… what if someone enters? The door—”

He smiled against your mouth, not breaking the kiss as he reached into his pocket with one hand.

You heard a soft beep from his phone.

“There,” he murmured between kisses, lips still pressed to yours, tongue brushing yours teasingly. “I just locked...” another deep, wet kiss that stole your breath, “...the door with the passcode through my mobile.”

He didn’t let you pull away even an inch, kissing you again as he continued speaking right against your lips. “No one can enter now...” a slow, filthy kiss, sucking on your bottom lip, “...not even my secretary.”

Another open-mouthed kiss, hot and hungry, cutting off any reply you might have tried to make. “We’re completely alone, sweetheart.”

Your heart raced wildly at his words. You tried to speak, pulling back just a fraction, “You… you planned that—”

But Jin immediately chased your lips, kissing you hard and wet so you couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Not planned,” he murmured against your mouth, voice husky as he kissed along your jaw between every single word, not giving you a chance to respond. “I just… couldn’t wait… to have you… all to myself.”

His hands roamed down your sides, gripping your hips as he walked you backward until your thighs hit the edge of his large mahogany desk. Papers and files shifted under you as he lifted you effortlessly, setting you on the desk and stepping between your legs.

“Jin…” you breathed, a mix of nervousness and excitement in your voice. “We’re at work… this is so risky.”

“I know,” he groaned, kissing you deeply again, tongue sliding against yours in wet, filthy strokes. “That’s what makes it hotter.”

His hands slid under your blouse, palms warm against your skin. “Tell me to stop if you are uncomfortable. But the way you looked at me when you said I’m your boyfriend… fuck, Y/N. I need you right now.”

You whimpered into the kiss, legs tightening around him. “Don’t stop… but please be quick. And quiet.”

Jin chuckled darkly against your lips, still kissing you between every word. “Quick and quiet? With you? That’s going to be difficult, sweetheart.”

He reached into the top drawer of his desk without looking, pulling out a condom packet. He held it up with a playful smirk, but still leaned in to steal another kiss before you could speak. “See? I’m always prepared when it comes to you.”

Your eyes widened, a surprised laugh escaping you between his kisses. “You keep condoms in your office drawer?”

“Only since we started dating,” he admitted, tearing the packet open with his teeth while his other hand worked on unbuttoning your blouse, still kissing you between sentences. “I’ve been hoping for a moment like this. Naughty, right?”

“Very naughty and highly unprofessional,” you scolded lightly, but your voice was breathy as he pushed your blouse off your shoulders.

You tugged at his tie, loosening it. “You’re such a bad CEO.”

“Your bad CEO,” he corrected, claiming your mouth in another deep, messy kiss full of tongue and soft moans. “And right now, I only want to be yours.”

Your fingers worked frantically on his shirt buttons, popping them open one by one to expose the smooth, warm skin of his chest.

You pushed the fabric aside, palms sliding greedily over his toned muscles as you leaned in and bit down gently on his soft, plump lower lip, tugging it between your teeth.

Jin groaned loudly at the bite, the sound vibrating against your mouth. “Fuck, baby… do that again.”

You smiled wickedly and obeyed, biting his lip harder this time while your hands roamed down to his belt.

He pushed your skirt up around your thighs, fingers teasing along your inner thighs in slow, deliberate strokes before sliding your panties aside.

“Already so wet for me,” he groaned, voice rough with desire as he freed himself from his pants, unzipping them quickly and pulling his hard, throbbing cock out. “All because you got jealous.”

“Shut up,” you whined, pulling him closer by his now-open shirt, nails lightly scratching down his chest. “Just kiss me.”

Jin obeyed instantly, capturing your lips in another wet, hungry kiss, tongues sliding together as he rolled the condom on with practiced speed, then positioned himself at your entrance.

He pushed in slowly... agonizingly slow, the thick head of his cock stretching you open. He was so big that even after everything you’d done together, taking him in one go was still difficult.

Your breath hitched sharply and you tried to muffle the sound by biting down hard on your lower lip, eyes squeezing shut as the intense stretch burned through you.

A single tear slipped free from the corner of your eye at the overwhelming fullness.

Jin immediately stilled, buried only halfway inside you.

His forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged as he kissed the tear away with the softest brush of his lips.

“Shhh, sweetheart… breathe for me,” he whispered tenderly against your mouth, voice thick with both lust and concern. “I know it’s a lot. Just relax, baby. Let me in slowly.”

You whimpered, nails digging deeper into his shoulders as you tried to breathe through the stretch. “It’s… too much… Jin… I can’t...”

“You can,” he cooed gently, kissing you between every word, soft and reassuring. “You’re doing so good for me… so perfect. Look at you taking me like this.”

He rocked his hips forward another inch, slow and careful. “That’s it… just like that. Tell me how it feels, love. Talk to me, love.”

“So full…” you gasped, voice trembling as another small tear escaped. “You’re so deep already… I feel so stretched… it burns but… it feels so good too…”

Jin groaned low in his throat, the sound raw and intimate.

He kissed you again, slower this time, tongue gently coaxing yours as he pushed in a little more. “That’s my girl… let it out. Don’t muffle those pretty sounds for me. No one can hear you, I promise. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

You shook your head slightly, still trying to stay quiet, but another soft, broken moan slipped out as he sank deeper. “Jin… I can’t… someone might—”

“No one will,” he murmured, voice husky and loving as he kissed the corner of your eye, then your cheek, then your lips again.

“Let go, baby. Let me hear you. I love those little sounds you make when I’m stretching you open like this. Please… for me?”

The gentle plea in his voice broke your restraint.

You let out a shaky, needy moan as he finally bottomed out, hips flush against yours. The desk creaked softly beneath you with the movement.

He kissed you again, wet and possessive, swallowing every sound you made. “That’s my girl… fuck, listen to you. So pretty when you let go for me.”

You clung to him tighter, legs locked around his waist, breathing hard against his mouth. “Jin… you’re so big… I feel you everywhere…”

“And you feel perfect around me,” he rasped, still kissing you softly between thrusts as he started moving in deep, steady rolls of his hips. “So tight… so warm… made just for me.”

You clung to him, legs locked around his waist.

The initial burn slowly melted away as pleasure started to take over completely, turning every deep thrust into pure bliss. Your moans grew louder, no longer muffled, filling the quiet office with breathy, desperate sounds.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this… on your desk…” you gasped between moans, voice shaky as pleasure coiled tighter inside you.

Jin smirked, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.

“Believe it, sweetheart,” he groaned, voice low and filthy. “And next time you get jealous, just remember... I’m only yours.”

He thrust harder, making you cry out loudly. “Fuck, listen to those pretty moans… getting louder for me already. Say it, baby. Tell me who I belong to. Louder.”

“You’re mine,” you moaned, loud and needy, pulling him down for another wet kiss, biting his lip again. “Only mine, Jin... ahh, fuck... only mine!”

“That’s right,” he groaned, pace quickening as he kept kissing you between every breathy, filthy word. “I’m all yours, baby. This big cock is only for you… stretching this tight little pussy on my desk like a good girl.”

He slammed in deeper, making the desk creak louder.

You whimpered loudly, nails raking down his back as pleasure overwhelmed you. “Yes... Jin... oh god, right there! I love it… I love when you fuck me like this… harder, please — I’m yours too, only yours!”

Jin chuckled darkly against your mouth, the sound turning into a groan as he drove into you faster. “That’s my filthy girl… moaning so pretty for me. Tell me again... who does this pussy belong to?”

“Yours!” you cried out, legs tightening around him, moans turning shamelessly loud. “It’s yours, Jin — fuck, it’s all yours!”

You clung to him, legs locked around his waist as pleasure took over completely. Your moans grew louder and shameless, the initial stretch long forgotten in the heat of it all.

Jin’s thrusts became deeper, faster, hitting that perfect spot over and over until you were trembling in his arms.

“Jin... fuck... I’m so close,” you gasped, voice breaking.

“Come for me, baby,” he growled against your lips, kissing you wet and filthy. “Let me feel you fall apart on my cock right here on my desk. That’s it... loud and pretty, just like that.”

With one final, deep thrust, you shattered hard around him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

Jin followed right after, groaning your name into your mouth as he spilled into the condom, hips stuttering against yours.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the office were your heavy breathing and the soft creak of the desk. Jin stayed buried inside you, forehead pressed to yours, kissing you slowly and sweetly as you both came down.

“Fuck… you’re perfect,” he whispered between gentle kisses, voice hoarse and full of affection. “My beautiful, possessive girl… you did so good for me.”

You let out a soft, breathless laugh, still clinging to him. “I can’t believe we just did that here… on this desk... I feel like my legs are jelly.”

Jin chuckled warmly, pressing one last lingering kiss to your lips before slowly pulling out. He disposed of the condom quickly in the small bin under his desk, then grabbed a handful of tissues from the drawer.

“Stay right there, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice soft and caring. “Let me take care of you.”

He gently spread your legs a little wider and started cleaning you up with slow, tender strokes of the tissue, wiping away the mess between your thighs.

His touch was so careful and loving that it made your heart flutter.

“Does that feel okay?” he asked softly, eyes focused on what he was doing. “Not too sensitive?”

You shook your head, cheeks warm. “It feels nice… you’re being so gentle.”

“Of course I am,” he replied, smiling up at you as he continued cleaning. “The least I can do is clean you up properly and make sure my baby is comfortable after making love to you.”

He leaned in and kissed the inside of your thigh sweetly. “There… all better.”

Once you were clean, he quickly wiped himself off with fresh tissues, then tossed them away. He helped you down from the desk, holding you steady when your legs wobbled.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he teased lightly, wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve got you.”

He started dressing you with the same gentle care... buttoning your blouse one button at a time, smoothing the fabric over your shoulders, then tugging your skirt back down around your hips.

When he reached your panties, still damp and ruined from earlier, he paused and let out a low, amused chuckle.

“Mmm… these are definitely wrecked,” he said, running a finger lightly over the soaked fabric with a playful smirk. “My poor girl. You came so hard for me that your panties didn’t stand a chance.”

You swatted his chest, embarrassed but laughing. “Jin! Stop it… it’s your fault.”

“My fault?” He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief as he finished adjusting your skirt.

“Baby, you were the one moaning so loud and clenching around me like you never wanted me to stop. I’m just saying… from next time, you should probably bring an extra pair with you to the office.”

He leaned in close, voice dropping into a teasing whisper. “Or maybe two. Because if you keep getting jealous and marching into my office like that, I can’t promise I won’t bend you over this desk again.”

You buried your face in his chest, giggling. “You’re impossible. What if someone notices I’m walking funny now?”

Jin laughed softly and hugged you tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Then they’ll just think you had a very long, very intense meeting with the CEO. Which… technically, you did.”

He tilted your chin up so you’d look at him, his expression turning warm and sincere again. “But seriously, sweetheart… are you okay? No regrets?”

“None,” you whispered, smiling up at him. “It was risky and crazy… but I loved it. I love you.”

Jin’s eyes softened instantly.

He cupped your face and kissed you slow and deep, full of affection. “I love you too. So much. And next time we do something like this, I’ll make sure to bring the tissues and the extra panties myself, okay?”

You laughed against his lips. “Deal. But you’re still buying me new ones after ruining these.”

“Anything for my possessive little girlfriend,” he teased, giving you one last sweet kiss before stepping back to fix his own clothes.

“Now… go back to your desk looking like the professional you are. And try not to think about how I just fucked you right here every time you look at this desk.”

You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you fixed your hair. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Never,” he promised with a wink. “But I’ll make it up to you tonight at my place. Proper dinner, no desk involved… unless you ask nicely.”

You shook your head, laughing as you headed toward the door. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Your ridiculous boyfriend,” he corrected fondly, watching you with soft eyes. “Now go before I change my mind and keep you here all evening.”

The company had just closed its best quarter in three years, record profits, glowing client feedback, and a marketing team that was buzzing with pride.

To celebrate, Jin had declared a full team dinner at one of the city’s coziest Korean restaurants, the kind with warm wooden tables, soft lighting, and endless side dishes.

Every single employee was invited, from the newest intern to the senior directors. No exceptions.

The long tables were already filled with laughter and chatter when Jin finally walked in, looking unfairly handsome in a simple black button-down, sleeves rolled up.

The moment he appeared, the entire room erupted into cheers and applause.

A chorus of grateful cheers erupted. “Thank you, Mr. Kim!” “Best boss ever!” “We love you, CEO-nim!”

Jin laughed, waving them off as he took his seat at the head of the main table. “Eat first, thank me later. And make sure you all try the spicy pork... it’s my treat.”

A few minutes later, you slipped in quietly, hoping to go unnoticed.

Your cheeks were still a little flushed from the quick make-out session you and Jin had stolen in the private elevator on the way here.

You spotted your friend Mina waving enthusiastically and slid into the empty chair beside her.

Mina immediately leaned in with a bright smile. “Y/N! You made it! Here, I saved you some of the japchae, it’s so good tonight.”

“Thanks, Mina,” you said, picking up your chopsticks and taking a big bite of the stir-fried noodles, trying to act completely normal, but your mind was still replaying Jin’s hands on your waist and the way he’d whispered “one more kiss” before the doors opened.

Mina’s eyes narrowed the second she looked at you properly.

Your lips were noticeably swollen... pink, plush, and a little puffy in a way that no amount of lip balm could hide.

“Um… Y/N?” she asked, tilting her head while you were still chewing. “What happened to your lips? They look… really swollen. Did something bite on it?”

You froze mid-chew.

Across the table, Yoongi was taking a sip of water.

The entire group, Namjoon, Hoseok, a few marketing team members, and even some from finance, suddenly went very quiet, all eyes subtly drifting toward you.

You swallowed quickly and let out an awkward laugh, waving your chopsticks around like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Oh, this?” You pointed at your own mouth with a dramatic flourish.

“Haha, it’s nothing! The gochujang in this dish is just so spicy, right? My lips are literally on fire. Swollen from the heat! Hahaha… yeah. Super spicy. You know how it is.”

Yoongi choked violently on his water.

He coughed hard, setting the glass down with a clunk as Namjoon patted his back, trying but failing not to laugh. Hoseok pressed his lips together so tightly he looked like he was about to burst.

A few other employees exchanged knowing glances, barely holding back their smiles.

The whole table let out a long, collective sigh.

Namjoon leaned back in his chair, giving you and Jin the most deadpan stare imaginable. “Y/N… seriously?”

Hoseok shook his head slowly, a fond smile tugging at his lips. “We’ve been pretending not to know for months. Months. And you’re still going with the ‘spicy gochujang’ excuse?”

One of the finance girls giggled. “We all saw you two sneaking into the elevator together last week. You were holding hands.”

Another colleague from your team chimed in cheerfully, “And Mr. Kim has been smiling like an idiot every single time he walks past the marketing floor. We thought he won the lottery or something.”

Mina nudged your shoulder gently, eyes sparkling with amusement.

You buried your face in your hands, mortified but laughing. “Oh my god… you all knew?”

He stood up slowly, still smiling that devastatingly charming smile, and said shamelessly in front of the entire room, “So since you all know about us… Y/N, could you please come and sit beside me?”

The entire table erupted into loud, happy laughter and whistles.

You glared at him playfully across the tables, cheeks burning bright red. “Kim Seokjin! You are the worst at keeping secrets!”

Jin just grinned wider and patted the empty seat right next to him. “Come on, baby. No more hiding. I’ve been waiting months to do this properly.”

Mina gave you a gentle push. “Go, go! We’ve been waiting for this moment too.”

With everyone’s eyes on you... warm, supportive, and genuinely happy, you stood up, still glaring at Jin with zero actual heat, and walked over.

The moment you reached him, he pulled you down into the chair beside him and immediately slipped an arm around your waist, tugging you close.

“See?” he said softly, just loud enough for the table to hear. “Much better. My girlfriend should always sit next to me.”

Hoseok raised his glass with a bright laugh. “Finally! To the cutest office couple we’ve ever had!”

Namjoon lifted his own glass, smiling warmly. “And to the best CEO who finally stopped pretending he wasn’t completely whipped.”

Yoongi, still recovering from his earlier choking fit, muttered with a smirk, “Took you long enough. We were running out of excuses for why you two kept ‘accidentally’ bumping into each other in the pantry.”

You leaned into Jin’s side, hiding your face against his shoulder as the whole room toasted and cheered. Jin pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, completely unbothered by the audience.

“See, sweetheart?” he whispered against your hair, voice full of love and teasing. “They adore us. Especially me being whipped for you.”

The table exploded into more laughter and applause as you swatted his arm, cheeks flushed but heart impossibly full.

For the first time, there was no hiding.

Just you, Jin, and an entire office full of people who had been rooting for the two of you all along.

And honestly... It felt perfectly right.

The mansion was a fortress of cold elegance—marble floors that echoed under your footsteps, chandeliers that glittered like frozen tears, and walls lined with art that cost more than your entire hometown.

It was beautiful, but it wasn’t home. Not yet. You were determined to make it one, though, for the man who’d brought you here. Kim Seokjin, your husband of three months, was an enigma wrapped in tailored suits and shadowed eyes.

You didn’t know much about him—his past, his work, the reasons behind the guarded tension in his gaze. But you’d married him anyway, not out of love or choice, but necessity.

Your family’s debts had piled up, a suffocating weight after your father’s disappearance years ago. When Jin’s proposal came through a distant family friend, it was a lifeline—his wealth could save your mother and siblings from ruin.

You’d said yes, trading your small-town life for a stranger’s world, hoping you could learn to love the man who’d offered you salvation, even if he seemed carved from ice.

You woke up at dawn, as you always did, slipping out of the massive bed where Jin slept on the far edge, his body turned away from you. The distance between you wasn’t just physical—it was a chasm of unspoken words, of secrets you sensed but couldn’t name. Still, you believed in small acts of love. You padded to the kitchen, tying an apron over your soft cotton dress, and started on breakfast.

The sizzle of bacon filled the air, mingling with the scent of fresh coffee and pancakes you’d flipped with care. You hummed a tune from your childhood, arranging the food on a plate just the way you’d noticed Jin liked—crisp bacon on the side, pancakes stacked neatly, a drizzle of maple syrup.

You’d learned his preferences by watching him, memorizing the way he pushed eggs aside but lingered over toast, how he took his coffee black but never refused a second cup.

When he emerged from the bedroom, his hair damp from a shower, you beamed. “Good morning!” Your voice was too bright for the dim light filtering through the curtains, but you couldn’t help it. He looked like a god in his charcoal suit, sharp jawline catching the shadows. “I made breakfast. Sit!.”

Jin paused in the doorway, his dark eyes flicking over the spread on the table. For a moment, you thought you saw something soften in his gaze, but it vanished as quickly as it came. “I don’t have time,” he said, voice low and clipped. He grabbed his coat from the rack.

Your smile faltered, but you recovered. “At least take the coffee.” You held out a thermos you’d prepared, the one you’d noticed he carried to work. “It’s black, just how you like it.”

He stared at you, and for a heartbeat, you felt exposed, like he could see every naive hope in your chest. Then he took the thermos, his fingers brushing yours. The contact sent a spark up your arm, but he was already turning away. “Don’t wait up tonight,” he said over his shoulder, and the door clicked shut behind him.

You stood there, alone in the vast kitchen, the warmth of the food fading. You didn’t know why he was so distant, but you told yourself it was stress. He was a busy man. Important. You’d keep trying.

Jin sat in the back of his black SUV, the thermos warm in his hand. He stared at it like it was a bomb. Why do you do this? he thought, jaw tight.

Every morning, you were there, smiling, cooking, acting like he was someone worth caring for. It made his chest burn with something he couldn’t name—anger, guilt, or something far more dangerous.

He’d married you to kill you. The order had been clear: get close, gain your trust, then eliminate you. You were a loose end, tied to a man who’d crossed Jin’s organization years ago.

Your father, a low-level informant, had betrayed Jin’s father and vanished, leaving you behind as collateral. The plan was simple. Marry you, make it look like a tragic accident, and move on. But three months in, you were still alive, and Jin was unraveling.

He opened the thermos and took a sip. The coffee was perfect—bitter, strong, exactly how he liked it. He hated that you knew that. Hated that you noticed the way he folded his ties, the brand of cologne he wore, the fact that he never ate eggs. Hated that you said “Welcome home” every night, even when he came back reeking of blood and lies.

He slammed the thermos down, startling his driver. “Speed up,” he barked. He needed to get to the warehouse, to the world he understood—violence, control, power. Not this suffocating warmth you kept wrapping around him like a noose.

That night, you waited as always. The clock ticked past midnight, but you didn’t eat. You never did until he was home. When the door finally opened, you jumped up, smoothing your dress. “Welcome home!” you called, softer this time, sensing the storm in his posture.

Jin didn’t look at you. His knuckles were bruised, his shirt splattered with something dark. You swallowed, stepping closer. “Are you hurt?” you asked, reaching for his hand.

He jerked away. “Don’t touch me.” His voice was a blade, but you didn’t flinch.

Instead, you grabbed a first-aid kit from the drawer. “At least let me clean those.” You pointed to his knuckles, your voice steady despite the fear flickering in your chest. “Please.”

He stared at you, chest heaving. No one in his world would dare approach him like this, not when he looked like death itself. But you—you just stood there, holding a band-aid like it could fix him. Against his better judgment, he sat at the counter, letting you take his hand.

Your touch was gentle, dabbing antiseptic on his cuts. “You need to be more careful,” you murmured, as if he’d scraped his hand fixing a car and not breaking someone’s face. You smoothed a band-aid over his skin, your fingers lingering. “There. All better.”

He wanted to laugh, to scream, to tell you nothing was better. Instead, he said, “Why do you do this?”

You blinked, tilting your head. “Do what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely—at the band-aid, the dinner waiting on the table, you. “Act like you care.”

Your lips curved into a small, sad smile. “Because I do.”

He pulled his hand away, standing abruptly. “You shouldn’t.” He stalked off to the bedroom, leaving you staring after him, heart sinking but not broken. Not yet.

Weeks passed, and Jin’s plan frayed at the edges. He told himself he was waiting for the right moment, but the truth was uglier. He didn’t want to kill you. Not anymore. Every day, you chipped away at the walls he’d built, and he hated how much he craved the warmth seeping through the cracks.

He started watching you more closely—not to find weaknesses, but to understand you. The way you hummed off-key while folding his shirts. The way you left sticky notes on the fridge: “Don’t forget your coffee thermos!” or “I made extra soup, it’s in the fridge <3”. The way you curled up on the couch with a book, oblivious to the world, your hair falling into your face.

He sent bodyguards to tail you when you went to the market, not because he suspected you, but because the thought of someone touching you made his blood boil.

One evening, at a dimly lit bar where deals were struck in whispers, Jin overheard a rival, Marco, a mid-level enforcer with more ambition than sense, mention your name. It wasn’t strategic—just a careless remark during a negotiation over territory.

“You know, Jin’s got that pretty little wife now,” Marco sneered, swirling his whiskey. “What’s her name? Y/N? Bet she’s a nice piece to keep him distracted while we move in.”

The room went silent, the air thick with tension. Jin’s men froze, eyes darting to him. He leaned back in his chair, a dangerous calm settling over him, his fingers drumming on the table. “What did you just say?” His voice was low, almost polite, but it carried a razor’s edge.

Marco, oblivious to the shift, chuckled. “Come on, Jin. Don’t tell me you’re soft for her. She’s just a means to an end, right? Or do you actually care about that small-town girl?”

Jin’s smile was cold, lethal. He stood, slow and deliberate, buttoning his suit jacket. “You don’t get to say her name,” he said, each word dripping with menace. “Not now. Not ever.”

Marco’s smirk faltered. “What, you gonna start a war over a woman? Don’t be stupid, Jin. She’s not worth—”

Jin moved faster than anyone expected, his hand grabbing Marco by the throat and slamming him against the wall. The glass in Marco’s hand shattered on the floor. “You don’t know what she’s worth,” Jin growled, his grip tightening. “You don’t know because you’ll never get close enough to find out.”

Marco clawed at Jin’s hand, gasping. “It was just talk, man! I didn’t mean—”

“You meant it enough to say it,” Jin cut him off, his voice a low snarl. “That’s enough for me.” He leaned in, his face inches from Marco’s. “You think you can mention her, put her in your filthy thoughts, and walk away? You’re already dead.”

Jin’s men didn’t need a signal. One of them stepped forward, pulling Marco from Jin’s grip and dragging him toward the back exit. Marco’s protests echoed, then faded into silence. Jin didn’t need to say it out loud—Marco wouldn’t be seen again.

Not because it was strategic, but because the mere thought of you being a target, even in passing, ignited a possessive fury in Jin that he couldn’t contain.

He sat back down, adjusting his cufflinks, his face a mask of calm. But inside, his heart pounded, not from the violence, but from the image of you—safe, unaware, waiting at home with dinner and that damn smile. He didn’t deserve you, but he’d burn the world down before letting anyone threaten you.

One night, he came home to find you asleep on the couch, a plate of dinner covered in foil on the table. You’d waited for him again. He stood over you, watching the rise and fall of your chest.

You looked so soft, so unguarded. He could end it now—quick, painless. But his hand shook as he reached out, not for a weapon, but to brush a strand of hair from your face.

You stirred, blinking up at him. “Jin?” Your voice was sleepy, warm. “You’re home.”

He clenched his jaw, stepping back. “Go to bed,” he said, rougher than he meant.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Only if you eat first. I made your favorite—spicy kimchi fried rice.”

He wanted to snap at you, to tell you to stop, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he sat at the table, letting you serve him. You watched him eat, chin propped on your hand, smiling like he’d given you the moon. “Good?” you asked.

He nodded, unable to meet your eyes. It was too good. You were too good. And he was drowning in it.

The shift came slowly. You started sleeping closer in bed, your hand brushing his in the dark. He didn’t pull away.

One night, he woke from a nightmare—blood, screams, your face lifeless. He was sweating, heart pounding, and then your hand was on his cheek, your voice soft. “You’re safe, Jin. Whoever hurt you in dream isn’t here.”

He stared at you, chest tight. You thought he was the victim. You didn’t know he was the monster. He wanted to tell you, to push you away, but instead, he grabbed your wrist, holding it against his face. “Don’t say that,” he whispered. “You don’t know me.”

“Then tell me,” you said, eyes searching his. “I want to know you.”

He let go, turning away. “You wouldn’t like what you find.”

It happened a few days later from that nightmare. You were in the kitchen, barefoot, swaying to music only you could hear. You’d made dinner—kimchi stew, rice, banchan arranged in little bowls.

Jin came home early, his mood blacker than usual. He’d spent the day cleaning up a mess after a failed deal.

He found you stirring the stew, your dress clinging to your curves as you moved. Something snapped. He didn’t know if it was the sight of you—so soft, so alive—or the weight of his own betrayal, but he couldn’t stand it. He crossed the kitchen in three strides, grabbing your wrist and spinning you to face him.

You gasped, eyes wide. “Jin? What’s—”

“Stop it,” he growled, backing you against the wall. His hands gripped your waist, hard enough to bruise. “Stop acting like this is normal. Like I’m—” He broke off, breath ragged. “You don’t know what I am.”

Your chest heaved, but you didn’t push him away. “Then show me,” you whispered, voice trembling but steady. “Show me who you are.”

He crashed his lips against yours, the kiss bruising, desperate. It wasn’t love—it was hunger, guilt, need. You moaned into his mouth, hands fisting his shirt, pulling him closer. He groaned, lifting you onto the counter, dishes clattering to the floor. His hands roamed, tearing at your dress, exposing your skin to the cool air.

“Fuck,” he muttered, lips trailing down your neck. “You’re too good for this. Too good for me.” His teeth grazed your collarbone, and you arched into him, whimpering.

“Then be bad,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “I don’t care.”

He froze, staring at you. Your eyes were dark, lips swollen, hair a mess. You looked like sin, like salvation, like everything he didn’t deserve. “Say you’re mine,” he demanded, voice rough. His hand slid up your throat, fingers curling lightly around it. Not choking, just holding, claiming.

“I’m yours,” you breathed, and something in him broke.

He yanked your panties down, tossing them aside. His fingers found your core, slick and warm, and he cursed under his breath. “So wet for me,” he growled, sliding two fingers inside you without warning. You cried out, head falling back against the cabinet. “Look at you, taking me so well. Such a good girl.”

You moaned his name, hips bucking against his hand. He pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling your clit, watching your face contort with pleasure. “Jin—please—”

“Please what?” he taunted, leaning in to bite your lip. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me how bad you need it.”

“Need you,” you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes. “Need you inside me.”

He lost it. He fumbled with his belt, freeing himself, and in one thrust, he was inside you, stretching you, filling you. You screamed, nails raking his back, and he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasped, thrusting hard, the counter shaking. “So tight, so perfect.”

You clung to him, moaning his name like a prayer, and he fucked you like he was trying to burn you out of his soul. His hand tightened on his throat, just enough to make you gasp, and he whispered, “You’re mine. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to see you like this.”

“Only you,” you choked out, and he came undone, spilling inside you with a guttural moan. You followed, clenching around him, stars bursting behind your eyes.

He held you after, forehead pressed to yours, both of you panting. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, voice raw.

You cupped his face, kissing him softly. “You have me anyway.”

Next day, Jin had faced his father in the old man’s opulent study, a room heavy with the weight of past decisions. The air was thick with cigar smoke, and his father sat behind a mahogany desk, his presence still commanding despite having handed the organization’s reins to Jin.

The botched smuggling deal had forced Jin to report in, but the conversation had veered to you—his father’s lingering obsession with tying up loose ends.

“You’ve had months, Seokjin,” his father said, voice low and gravelly, eyes narrowing. “Why is she still alive? Her father’s betrayal cost me men, money, years. You were supposed to end it.”

Jin’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. He’d come here dreading this moment, knowing he could no longer dodge the truth. “I can’t do it,” he said, voice steady but laced with defiance. “I won’t kill her.”

His father leaned back, a cold smirk playing on his lips. “You’re weak, boy. Love’s made you soft. She’s a liability, you know that. Her father—”

“She doesn’t know anything,” Jin cut in, stepping forward, his voice rising. “She was a kid when her father pulled his stunt. She’s innocent, dad. You want revenge, find him. Not her.”

The older man’s eyes darkened, assessing Jin with a mix of disappointment and calculation. “Innocent or not, she’s a risk. You think our enemies care about her ignorance? Her name’s tied to his betrayal. That’s enough.”

Jin slammed his hands on the desk, leaning in, his voice a low growl. “I run this organization now. Not you. I decide what’s enough. And I’m telling you, she’s off-limits. I married her to follow your order, but I’m keeping her alive because she’s mine. You don’t get to touch her.”

The room fell silent, tension crackling like a live wire. His father stared at him, then let out a slow, bitter chuckle. “You’ve got your mother’s heart, not mine. Fine, keep your pet. But if she ever becomes a problem, it’s on you.” He waved a dismissive hand, as if washing his hands of the matter. “She’s your burden now.”

Jin didn’t flinch, but the words burned. He turned and left, the weight of his defiance heavy but resolute. You were no longer a target—not by his father’s hand, not by anyone’s. He’d make sure of it.

You found out by accident. You’d gone to the study to leave a note for Jin, but the door was ajar, and you heard voices—low, urgent. His men, talking about “the plan.” About you. “Boss was supposed to take her out months ago,” one said. “Why’s she still breathing?”

You froze, heart pounding. When they left, you slipped inside, hands shaking as you opened his desk drawer. There it was—a file with your name. Photos of you, your family, a timeline. The word “TERMINATE” in red ink.

You confronted him that night. He came home late, blood on his cufflinks. You stood in the living room, the file in your hands, tears streaming down your face. “What is this?” you demanded, voice breaking.

He went still, eyes darkening. “Where did you get that?”

“Does it matter?” you shouted, throwing the file at his feet. “You were going to kill me, Jin! I tried to understand you, your likes, dislikes. I made you breakfast—and you made a plan to bury me!”

He flinched, like you’d slapped him. “It wasn’t like that,” he said, stepping toward you.

“Don’t!” You backed away, grabbing a vase and hurling it. It shattered against the wall. “Don’t lie to me!”

He stopped, hands raised. “I’m not lying. I was supposed to kill you. Your father—he betrayed my father, cost him everything. You were the price, a way to settle the score. My father ordered it before I took over. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t—” His voice cracked. “I couldn’t hurt you.”

You laughed, bitter and broken. “So you fucked me instead? Was that your consolation prize?”

He lunged, grabbing your arms, pinning you against the wall. “Don’t say that,” he growled. “You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to feel—” He stopped, chest heaving. “I married you to kill you, and now I’d die if I lost you.”

You stared at him, tears falling. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I’m a coward,” he said, voice raw. “Because I didn’t want you to look at me like you’re looking at me now.”

You broke free, shoving him away. “I trusted you,” you whispered. “I loved you.”

He fell to his knees, head bowed. “I know. And I’ll spend my life earning the right to be forgiven. Or at least to die at your hands instead.”

You stood there, trembling, the weight of his betrayal crushing you. “I need time,” you said, voice barely audible. “I’m going home.” You grabbed your bag, already packed, and headed for the door.

Jin didn’t stop you. He stayed on his knees, watching you go, his face a mask of anguish. “Be safe,” he whispered, but you didn’t turn back.

You drove to your childhood home, hours away, tears blurring the road. You knew his men were tailing you—black SUVs keeping their distance, shadows in your rearview mirror. Jin’s protection, even now. It made your heart ache and your blood boil all at once.

Jin was a ghost without you. He barely ate, barely slept. His men noticed, but no one dared speak. He sat in the kitchen every night, staring at the empty chair where you used to sit, the thermos you’d filled still on the counter.

He knew you were safe—his men reported your every move, discreetly guarding your small-town home. You’d noticed them, he was sure, but you hadn’t sent them away. That gave him a flicker of hope, even as he drowned in guilt.

On the tenth day of your absence, you were in the garden of your childhood home, watering the roses your mother loved. The sun was low, casting golden light over the blooms, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

For the past hour, you’d noticed rustling in the bushes across the yard, the occasional glint of something—binoculars, maybe?—and poorly disguised whispers. Finally, you’d had enough.

“Jungkook, Taehyung, get out here,” you called, setting the watering can down and crossing your arms. “I’ve known you’ve been there for an hour. You’re terrible at this.”

Silence, then a sheepish rustle. Jungkook and Taehyung, Jin’s most trusted men, emerged from behind a bush, clutching clumps of fake grass they’d clearly grabbed from some craft store in a pathetic attempt at camouflage.

Their faces were flushed, lips pursed in identical pouts, looking like overgrown kids caught stealing cookies. Jungkook’s doe shaped eyes widened, and Taehyung’s usual swagger deflated as they shuffled forward, heads bowed.

“Sorry, Noona,” Jungkook mumbled, bowing deeply, the fake grass still dangling from his hand. Taehyung followed suit, bowing with a dramatic flourish, though his pout remained.

You raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed, fighting a smile at their ridiculousness. “Fake grass? Really? You two look like you’re auditioning for a bad spy movie.”

Taehyung’s pout deepened, his voice a low whine. “We were just following orders! Boss said to keep you safe, but, like, discreetly.”

Jungkook nodded, kicking at the dirt like a scolded puppy. “Yeah, we didn’t want to bother you. But you’re too sharp, Noona.”

You sighed, your stern facade cracking. Their pouting was absurdly endearing, and despite your anger at Jin, these two were hard to stay mad at.

“Okay, fine. Just—stop hiding in my bushes. You’re scaring the neighbors.” You paused, then softened, your heart tugging with worry. “How’s Jin?”

Their faces fell, the playful pouts replaced by genuine concern. Jungkook glanced at Taehyung, who took a deep breath before speaking. “He’s a mess, Noona. Barely eats—microwave noodles, if that. Doesn’t sleep either. Just sits in the kitchen staring at your chair, like he’s waiting for you to come back and yell at him for not eating properly.”

Taehyung nodded, his voice quieter. “He’s been like that since you left. And… he didn’t tell you, but before you found that file, he went to his father. Told him he wouldn’t kill you, no matter what. Said you didn’t know anything about your dad’s betrayal, that you’re innocent. His father backed off, called it his burden now. Jin’s been carrying that weight, trying to protect you.”

Jungkook’s eyes softened. “He loves you, Noona. More than we’ve ever seen him care about anything. He’s falling apart without you.”

You stood there, the watering can forgotten at your feet, your chest tightening. The image of Jin, hollowed out and staring at your empty chair, hit you like a punch.

And the fact that he’d faced his father—before you even knew the truth—made your anger waver. He’d chosen you, fought for you, even when you were unaware.

You swallowed hard, the roses blurring as tears pricked your eyes. “Thanks for telling me,” you said softly. “Go home. I’ll… I’ll take it from here.”

They bowed again, still pouting but with a flicker of hope in their eyes, and shuffled back to their SUV, fake grass and all. That night, you packed your bag, your heart heavy but resolute. Jin was a mess, but he was your mess. You’d go back—not to forgive him yet, but to make sure he didn’t starve himself into oblivion.

Two weeks later, you came back. Not for revenge, not for answers—just with groceries. You walked into the mansion, ignoring his stunned expression, and started unpacking. “You eat like shit without me,” you said, voice flat, setting a bag of rice on the counter.

He stood there, frozen. “You’re… back?”

“I don’t know what I am,” you admitted, turning to face him. Your lips pursed into a pout, your eyes narrowing like a sulky child’s, though the hurt in them was raw. “I’m still angry,” you said, crossing your arms and puffing out your cheeks, the gesture so soft it caught him off guard.

Jin’s lips twitched, a low chuckle escaping despite the weight in his chest. You looked so cute—this fierce, wounded woman pouting like a baby, glaring at him with all the fire you could muster.

“You’re laughing?” you huffed, stomping your foot lightly, which only made his chuckle deepen. “This isn’t funny, Jin! You—you betrayed me!”

“I know, baby,” he said, voice soft, stepping closer. His amusement faded, replaced by that aching guilt. “I know. I’m sorry.” He reached for you, hesitant, but you didn’t pull away this time.

You let him pull you into his arms, your pout still firmly in place as you mumbled against his chest, “I’m only here because you’re hopeless without me. And because I… I missed you.” Your voice cracked, and his heart broke all over again.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I don’t deserve you coming back.”

You nodded, still pouting, but your arms slipped around his waist. “You don’t. But I’m here. So don’t mess it up again.”

That night, you slept in the same bed, but it was different. He didn’t touch you, just watched you breathe, like he was afraid you’d vanish. When you woke, he was still there, eyes red, watching you like you were his entire world.

Things were fragile, but you stayed. Slowly, he started to earn you back. He cooked for you, burned the rice, laughed when you teased him for it. He held you when you cried, didn’t flinch when you screamed at him.

One night, you reached for him. You climbed onto his lap, straddling him, your hands hovering before settling on his shoulders. Your lips pursed again, that same adorable pout, and you huffed, “I’m still angry.” Your voice was softer now, playful but edged with truth, your eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and need. "But I need you."

Jin’s lips curved, his hands settling on your hips. “You’re too cute when you’re mad,” he murmured, eyes warm with amusement. “Makes it hard to take seriously.”

You glared, poking his chest. “Don’t you dare laugh, Kim Seokjin. You’re mine now, you hear me? Mine. No more secrets, no more lies. If anyone’s burying anyone, it’s gonna be me burying you for being an idiot.” Your possessiveness was fierce, your fingers gripping his shirt like you were staking a claim.

He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through you, his hands sliding up your sides. “Yours,” he agreed, voice low and sincere. “I’m yours, baby. I’m sorry for ever making you doubt that.” His thumbs brushed your waist, grounding you, but his eyes held that haunted guilt. “I’ll never forgive myself for what I almost did.”

You softened, cupping his face, your thumbs tracing his jaw. “Then make it up to me,” you whispered, leaning in, your lips brushing his. “Show me you’re mine.”

He groaned, kissing you like he was starving, his hands pulling you closer. It was slow, reverent, a worshipful undoing. He carried you to the bed, laying you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’re too good for me,” he murmured, kissing your neck, your collarbone, peeling your dress off like he was unwrapping something sacred.

You tugged at his hair, a playful edge to your voice. “You’re damn right I am. So you better make this good, Jin.” Your nails scraped his scalp, possessive, and he chuckled against your skin, clearly delighted by your fire.

“Oh, I will,” he promised, voice husky. His lips trailed down your chest, kissing every inch, his hands mapping your body with a tenderness that felt like an apology.

He parted your thighs, his mouth finding your core, and you gasped, arching into him. His tongue was slow, deliberate, worshipping every part of you. “So perfect,” he murmured, voice muffled against your skin. “My good girl, all mine.”

You pulled his hair harder, possessive and needy. “Say it again,” you demanded, voice breathy. “Who do I belong to?”

“Me,” he growled, nipping your thigh before returning to his task, his tongue driving you wild. “Only me. And I’m yours, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.”

You came undone under his mouth, crying his name, your hands clutching him like he was your lifeline. He climbed back up, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

When he entered you, it was slow, deliberate, each thrust a vow. “I love you,” he whispered against your mouth, over and over, as you moved together, bodies entwined, hearts fractured but healing.

After, he held you close, his fingers tracing patterns on your back. “Yours... I am all yours,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “Always yours.”

Life wasn’t a fairy tale, but with you, it felt like one. Jin still ran his empire, but he kept its shadows far from you, a silent guardian of your light.

The mansion transformed into a home—your home—bursting with color and warmth. You filled it with potted plants that spilled over every windowsill, their leaves catching the sunlight.

You painted the walls soft pastels, hung fairy lights that twinkled like stars, and left little notes for Jin everywhere: “Don’t skip breakfast, silly!” on the fridge, “I stole your sweater, it’s mine now <3” on his pillow.

Every morning, you woke him with a kiss, giggling when he grumbled but pulled you closer, burying his face in your neck.

You’d drag him to the kitchen, where you’d bicker playfully over who made better coffee—yours was always better, you insisted, and he’d laugh, conceding with a kiss to your forehead.

He never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it again, not unless they threatened you. And every night, you curled up on his chest, his heartbeat steady under your cheek, his arms wrapped around you like you were his entire world.

Sometimes, when he thought you were asleep, he’d whisper, “I married you to kill you, but now I'd die if I lost you.” You’d pretend to sleep, letting the words settle in your heart, a reminder of how far you’d come.

One evening, you sat on the balcony, wrapped in a blanket, watching the sunset. Jin joined you, handing you a mug of hot chocolate—extra syrup, just how you liked it.

You leaned into him, smiling as he tucked the blanket tighter around you. “You’re gonna spoil me,” you teased, nudging his side.

“Good,” he said, kissing your temple, his voice soft and warm. “You deserve it, my love. You deserve everything.”

And in that moment, with the sky painted pink and gold, your hand in his, you knew you’d built something beautiful—a love that had survived blood and betrayal, a home filled with laughter and light. You’d chosen each other, and that was more than enough.

A/N: So I just checked and found out, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while, so I’m finally sharing it! Now that Tumblr has lifted the shadowban on this account, let’s bring it back to life.

No candles.

No “knees on the floor” type of romantic proposal.

No “will you marry me?”

Just a quiet, “This makes sense,” vibe match, and polite applause.

You’d never really dated anyone before.

There were a few awkward coffee meetings set up by hopeful aunts. A handful of boys who liked the idea of you more than you. Some were intimidated by your family name. Some found you too quiet and boring. Some just… never stayed long enough to matter.

And then there was Kim Seokjin.

You’d known of him for years.

Family weddings... Charity events... Parties where he stood out without trying—tall, broad-shouldered, smile too charming for its own good. The kind of man who made people listen when he spoke, who filled silence with laughter instead of noise.

He’d dated before. Everyone knew that too.

“That girlfriend from college,” your cousin once whispered. “She was beautiful.” “He was crazy about her.”

You’d seen the pictures by accident... him younger, softer, smiling like he didn’t know how things could end.

Sometimes you wondered if he ever compared. You told yourself it didn’t bother you.

Now, here you were. His fiancée. His future.

Arranged. Logical. Practical.

And somehow... dangerously, you liked him.

You really liked him.

He'd texted you dumb memes at midnight. He asked your opinion on almost everything like it genuinely mattered. He noticed when you went quiet at loud parties and would lean down, voice low, asking, “You okay?” like it was the most important question in the room.

Tonight was supposed to be simple.

Your parents were out of town. His apartment—soon to be yours too, felt different without the pressure of expectations hanging in the air. Rain tapped softly against the windows, the city lights blurred behind the glass.

Jin had invited you to discuss plannings and preparations regarding wedding. You came over with a notebook and a plan.

“Seating charts,” you’d said, holding it up.

“Sounds... Romantic.” He’d smiled, handing you the glass of wine.

“So...” he said, tapping the seating chart with his pen, “...if my uncle and your aunt sit together, someone will start a political argument.”

You laughed. “Then separate them. For the sake of humanity.”

Slowly the notebook lay forgotten on the table. The wine glasses were untouched. And somehow, you were sitting beside him on the couch, knees brushing, heart racing.

“You’re quiet,” he said gently, turning to look at you.

You swallowed. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“Us,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

His expression softened. “Is it bad?”

You huffed a small laugh. “No. Just… new.”

He nodded like he understood. His hand rested on the couch behind you, not touching, giving you space. Always careful. Always respectful.

“You don’t have to rush anything,” he said. “We’re doing this together. At your pace.”

Something about that made your chest ache.

You looked at him then. Really looked. The familiar face suddenly felt close. Too close. His eyes searched yours, asking a question he wasn’t saying out loud.

“Seokjin,” you murmured.

“Yes?”

“I—”

You didn’t finish.

He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away. When you didn’t, his lips brushed yours, soft and unhurried.

No rush. No hunger.

Just warmth and comfort.

You breathed out against his mouth without realizing you’d been holding your breath. His hand finally came to rest on your waist, thumb pressing lightly like he was grounding himself too.

“Is this okay?” he whispered against your lips.

You nodded, fingers curling into his shirt. “Yeah... It is...”

He kissed you again, a little deeper this time, like he wasn’t afraid anymore. Like tonight wasn’t about arrangements or expectations—but about two people choosing each other in the quiet, while rain painted the windows and the future waited patiently outside.

He pulled back first, breathing uneven.

“We should stop,” he said, voice rough. “Before I...”

He picked up his wine glass to calm himself down.

You shook your head. “I don’t want to stop. But… Jin… I need to tell you something.”

Your voice came out quieter than you meant it to. Almost fragile.

He noticed immediately.

Jin stopped mid-sip, set the wine glass down on the table with care, and turned his body fully toward you.

“Okay,” he said gently. “I’m listening. Take your time.”

You stared at your hands in your lap, fingers twisting together. Your heart was beating too fast.

“I’ve never… I mean, I haven’t…” You laughed nervously, the sound breaking. “I don’t even know how to say this properly.”

He didn’t rush you. He just waited, eyes calm, patient.

“I’ve never been with anyone,” you finally said. “Like… that. I’ve never gone all the way.”

Silence fell between you.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink too fast. Didn’t look away.

He just went still, like he wanted to be sure he heard you right, and that you knew he was here.

You panicked a little and started talking again. “I know you have... You were with someone in college, and it's totally fine... I swear I’m not judging you, that’s not what this is. I just...”

You swallowed hard. “I’m scared. I’m scared I’ll be bad at it. Or awkward. Or that you’ll think about her and compare me and...”

“Hey,” he said softly.

He reached out, slow and careful, like he was afraid of startling you. His hand came up to your cheek, warm and steady, thumb brushing lightly as if grounding you.

“Look at me.”

You did. His eyes were calm and serious. Kind in a way that made your chest ache.

“There is no comparison,” he said, each word clear. “None. That was years ago. It ended. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

You swallowed.

“You matter,” he continued. “You’re the woman I chose. The woman I’m going to marry. And the only one I want. There is no past that comes close to that.”

Your breath hitched.

He leaned in until his forehead rested against yours, noses almost touching. His voice dropped, softer now.

“And your first time?” he said. “It should be with someone who makes you feel safe. Someone who listens. Someone who would stop the second you say so.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “I’m already nervous.”

A small smile curved his lips. “Then let me help.”

He kissed you again... slow, gentle, unhurried.

Not asking for anything. Just reassurance. Just warmth.

You melted into it without thinking, your hands sliding up to his shoulders, gripping lightly like you needed the support.

When he pulled back, he didn’t go far. His eyes searched your face, checking.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight,” he said quietly. “We can sit here. Talk. Watch that drama you like. Cuddle and Sleep. Whatever you want.”

You shook your head slowly. “I want to,” you whispered. “I want you. I’m just scared I’ll disappoint you.”

His expression softened so much it almost hurt to look at.

“You won't,” he said simply. “Never.”

Then he stood, holding out his hand to you—open, patient, waiting.

You looked at it for a moment. Then you placed your hand in his, heart racing, but steady—because for the first time, you weren’t afraid of falling.

He led you to his bedroom, fingers still loosely laced with yours.

The moment you stepped inside, you froze.

The room was dim and warm, soft yellow light spilling from a lamp near the bed. The curtains were the ones you’d once pointed out in passing—neutral, flowy, not too heavy.

The walls were no longer stark white but a calming shade you loved. Even the bedside table held a small plant exactly like the one you kept in your childhood room.

And then you noticed the shelf near the bed.

Framed photos... small, simple frames, lined up neatly. Pictures from quiet dinners, weddings you’d attended together, candid shots from family events where you were laughing without realizing it.

One from your engagement day sat in the center, the two of you standing side by side, his hand resting gently over yours, both of you smiling a little shyly at the camera.

It made your chest feel full in a way you hadn’t expected.

You turned to him slowly. “Jin… this—”

He looked suddenly shy, rubbing the back of his neck. “I hope it’s okay.”

“You renovated…?” your voice cracked a little.

He nodded.

“Three months ago. After you mentioned you don’t like harsh lights and plain white walls.” He smiled softly. “I figured… if this is going to be our room someday, it should feel like you too.”

Your chest tightened. “You did all this… for me?”

“For us,” he corrected gently. “I wanted you to feel comfortable here. Safe.”

You blinked fast, emotions threatening to spill over. “You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” he said simply.

He didn’t give you time to overthink. He stepped closer, brushing a soft kiss to your lips, then another to your cheek. “Come here.”

At the foot of the bed, he kissed you again—slow, gentle... his hands resting lightly on your waist, not moving unless you leaned into them. Every second felt like he was asking without words.

When your fingers nervously caught the hem of your hoodie, he noticed immediately.

“Want help?” he asked quietly.

You nodded.

He lifted it carefully over your head, like you were fragile glass. When you hesitated at your bra clasp, your breath catching, he didn’t rush.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured.

“I… it’s okay,” you whispered.

His fingers found the clasp easily, undoing it with practiced ease, but the way he kissed your bare shoulder afterward, made your heart flutter.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “You don’t even know how beautiful you are.”

You were guided onto the bed, pillows soft beneath you. He watched your face the whole time, making sure you were okay. When he pulled his shirt off, slowly, deliberately, you couldn’t help but stare... broad shoulders, warm skin, familiar yet suddenly new.

You reached for him without thinking.

He smiled, a little breathless, and came closer, careful with his weight, one arm braced beside you.

“Still okay?” he asked.

You nodded, fingers curling into his arm. “Yeah… I feel safe.”

His forehead rested against yours, voice low and full of promise. “Good. That’s all I want tonight.”

His mouth found your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses that lingered just long enough to make you shiver. He nipped lightly at your collarbone, then soothed the spot with his tongue, moving lower to the soft curve of your breast.

Every kiss was deliberate... soft, reverent, worshipful, but there was an undeniable edge to it, a quiet authority that made your breath catch.

When you arched up toward him, chasing more, his hand moved without hesitation, fingers circling both your wrists in one smooth motion, pinning them gently but firmly above your head against the pillow.

You gasped softly at the restraint... not tight, not painful, just enough to remind you he was in control.

“Slow,” he murmured against your skin, voice low and steady, a gentle command wrapped in velvet. His eyes met yours, dark and intense. “I decide the pace tonight. You just feel. Let me take care of you.”

The words sent heat pooling low in your belly. You nodded, biting your lip, and he rewarded you with a soft smile, tender, but with that dominant glint that made your heart race.

“Good girl.”

He released your wrists only after you relaxed beneath him, a silent test of obedience. His hands slid down your sides instead, possessive yet careful, pushing your skirt and panties down your legs in one slow drag.

He took his time folding them aside, eyes never leaving your body, like he was memorizing every inch.

When he settled between your thighs, spreading them wider with warm palms on your knees, you tensed instinctively—nerves flaring again.

“Jin—”

He paused immediately, looking up at you from where he knelt. His expression softened further, but his voice held that same quiet command.

“Trust me,” he said, low and reassuring, one hand stroking up your thigh in soothing circles. “I’ve got you. If it’s too much, you say stop. But you’re safe with me. Always.”

You exhaled shakily, nodding.

He started gentle, feather-light kisses along your inner thigh, warm breath teasing your sensitive skin, making you tremble. His hands held your thighs open, firm enough that you couldn’t close them even if you wanted to, a subtle reminder of who was leading this.

Then his tongue traced you slowly—careful, exploratory licks that learned every gasp, every twitch. When he circled your clit with the flat of his tongue, your hips bucked involuntarily.

His hand pressed down lightly on your lower stomach, holding you still.

“Stay still for me, baby...” he murmured against you, voice muffled but authoritative. “Let me taste you properly.”

You whimpered, fingers threading into his hair—not pulling, just anchoring, as he licked deeper, slower, then faster, alternating until you were writhing.

Every time you got close, he eased off... pulling back to kiss your thigh, blowing cool air over your slick skin, waiting until your breathing slowed before diving back in.

“Please...” you gasped finally, voice breaking.

He looked up, lips glistening, eyes dark with restraint and desire.

“Not yet,” he said softly, but there was steel beneath it. “You come when I say. I want you ready for me, baby—relaxed, open, perfect.”

He slid one finger inside you then, slow, careful, curling gently while his mouth returned to your clit, sucking softly.

The dual sensation made you moan his name, back arching.

He added a second finger only when you were dripping, stretching you patiently, scissoring lightly, all while murmuring praise against your skin.

“So good for me… taking it so well… my beautiful girl.”

Only when you were trembling, begging softly, he rose up, kissing you deeply so you tasted yourself on his tongue.

He settled over you again, guiding your hands back above your head, not pinning this time, just placing them there with a meaningful look.

“Keep them there,” he whispered. “Show me you can be good.”

You obeyed immediately.

“Ready?” he asked, voice rough now, edged with restraint.

You nodded, heart pounding so hard you felt it in your throat.

He rolled on protection with steady hands, then settled between your thighs again, the warmth of his body a comforting weight above you.

The blunt, hot pressure at your entrance made you tense instinctively—nerves flaring, a sudden flutter of anxiety mixing with the ache of want. He stilled immediately, one hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking softly.

“Breathe, love,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked on you with gentle intensity. “We go as slow as you need. Tell me if it’s too much.”

You exhaled shakily, forcing your muscles to relax, and wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer... a silent yes.

He pushed in... slow, incredibly slow, watching your face for every flicker.

The first sensation was pressure, a firm, insistent stretch at your entrance as the head breached you. It burned a little, a sharp pinch that made you gasp and grip his shoulders tighter, nails digging in. Not unbearable, but new... foreign... like your body was being opened for the first time, walls yielding reluctantly to the thick heat of him.

He paused there, just the tip inside, kissing you softly, murmuring, “You’re doing so well… feels incredible already… tell me when you’re ready for more.”

You nodded, breathing through it, and he eased forward inch by inch.

The stretch deepened—a warm, full pressure blooming inside you, like being filled in a way you'd never imagined. It tugged strangely, a mix of slight discomfort and building fullness that bordered on overwhelming.

Your body resisted at first, muscles fluttering around him, but as he whispered praises, “So tight, love… taking me so beautifully… I’ve got you”, and kissed your tears away that you hadn’t even realized you were tearing up, the burn eased into something else.

A deep, intimate ache.

A sense of being completely, vulnerably joined.

When he was fully inside, seated to the hilt, he stilled again, letting you adjust. You felt impossibly full, stretched wide, every inch of him pulsing inside you, a heavy warmth that pressed against places you didn’t know existed.

It wasn’t instant fireworks, it was raw, real, a tender soreness mixed with the spark of pleasure when you shifted experimentally, feeling him drag just slightly against your sensitive walls.

Pleasure sparked sharp and sweet, a flutter low in your belly.

He groaned, low in his throat, forehead dropping to yours. “Don’t do that unless you want me to lose it.”

You smiled through the haze, suddenly bold despite the vulnerability. “Maybe I do.”

His eyes darkened, a flash of hunger tempered by care.

He started to move—slow, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining above your head.

The other slid under your hip, tilting you so each thrust hit perfectly.

You moaned, louder now, clinging to him.

“That’s it,” he praised, voice husky. “Let me hear you, baby. Let me feel you.”

He picked up the pace gradually... still controlled, still so careful—but deeper now, harder, each thrust stretching you in a way that burned sweetly at the edges.

The fullness was overwhelming... a sharp, unfamiliar pressure that bloomed into something hot and urgent low in your belly. Your body didn’t know quite what to do with it yet, every time he sank back in, your breath hitched on a tiny, involuntary whimper, half-surprise, half-need.

The bed creaked softly beneath you, a quiet rhythm that matched the quickening thud of your heart.

You felt everything so intensely.

The drag of him inside you, the way your walls fluttered helplessly around the fullness, the slick heat building where your bodies joined. It was too much and exactly enough all at once.

The moment his hand left your hand to tuck away the hair strands from your face, your fingers instantly dug into his shoulders, nails leaving little scratches.

You tried to stay quiet... embarrassed by how loud your breathing had become, but when he angled his hips just right and thrust a little harder, a broken, high-pitched moan slipped out before you could stop it.

“Jin... oh—” It came out shaky, almost a sob, nothing like the confident sounds you’d imagined you’d make.

More like a plea.

He stilled instantly, buried deep, forehead pressed to yours. “Too much?” he whispered, voice almost raspy.

You shook your head frantically, thighs tightening around his hips. “No—just… a lot. Feels so...” Another small, helpless sound escaped as he shifted slightly inside you. “...s-so full.”

He exhaled shakily, kissed your cheek, your temple. “I’ve got you. Breathe with me.”

You tried. In… out… but the next slow thrust stole your air again, turning it into a soft, trembling whine that vibrated in your throat.

He started moving again... still gentle, but with a little more urgency now, like he couldn’t quite hold back anymore. Each stroke sent shivering up your spine; your body clenched instinctively around him, trying to adjust, trying to chase the strange, building ache.

Your moans grew softer at first—little gasps, breathy “ah... ah...” sounds that caught in your throat every time he filled you completely. Then, as the pleasure sharpened, they turned needy... higher, more desperate, almost surprised by their own volume.

“Jin… it’s—oh god—it’s starting to feel...” You couldn’t finish. Your hips lifted to meet him without thinking, and a long, trembling moan spilled out, raw and unguarded.

He groaned against your neck, pace steady but deeper now, the controlled snap of his hips driving the air from your lungs in soft, rhythmic cries.

When you got close again, it felt different. Your thighs shook around him, your fingers clutched at his back like you were falling.

“Come for me, love,” he whispered against your ear, voice rough with emotion. “I want to feel it. Let go.”

You did... shattering around him with a soft, broken cry that was half his name, half a sob. The pleasure rolled through you in long, overwhelming waves, your body clenching hard around him in unfamiliar pulses, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how intense it felt.

Your moans turned into quiet, breathless whimpers as you clung to him, trembling through every aftershock.

He followed moments later, thrusting deep one last time and stilling, burying his face in your neck with a low, reverent groan of your name. You felt him pulse inside you, warm and intimate, and it drew another tiny, overwhelmed sound from your throat.

After, he didn’t move for a long time... just held you close, stroking your hair, kissing the tears from your temples.

“You okay?” he whispered, voice soft with worry.

You nodded against his shoulder, still catching your breath, body humming with earlier intensity.

“It was… a lot,” you admitted in a small voice. “But perfect. I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

He smiled against your skin, arms tightening around you.

“Neither did I,” he murmured. “Not with anyone else.”

And in the quiet aftermath, wrapped in his warmth, you believed him completely.

Afterward, he held you close, fingers brushing gently through your hair as he cleaned you with tender care. Every touch was careful, loving, like he was memorizing the feel of you.

When he noticed you shivering slightly, he slipped his oversized shirt over your shoulders, the fabric warm and familiar. He tugged it down around you and smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You look so cute and cozy in my shirt... like this,” he murmured, voice soft and full of affection, making your cheeks heat up.

Once done, he pulled you fully into his arms, tucking the blanket around both of you, cocooning you in warmth.

You sighed, eyes half-closed, feeling drowsy and weightless. Safe.

He pressed soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, the tip of your nose, and murmured, “You were perfect tonight. Every single part of you.”

You nuzzled into his chest, voice muffled but full of contentment. “I… I was nervous,” you admitted softly.

He tightened his arms around you, burying his face in your hair. “I know. But you don't need to be. Never with me. You’re more than enough.”

“I love you,” you whispered against his chest, your fingers clutching the silver chain around his neck.

He tightened his arms around you, voice low and earnest. “I love you too. More than I can even say. And I swear, I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never doubt it.”

You lifted your head just slightly, looking up at him with a sleepy smile. “Promise?”

“Promise,” he said, pressing his lips briefly to yours. “Every morning, every night, every little moment in between… I’ll remind you that you’re mine. Completely.”

You giggled softly, resting your cheek against his chest again. “You really mean that?”

“Every word,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair from your face. “You’re my future, my home… and nothing will ever change that.”

Outside, the city hummed quietly.

Inside, you felt warm, cherished, and completely his. And for the first time, you weren’t worried about the wedding. Or anything at all.

You were exactly where you were supposed to be.