He’s Never Beating The Vampire Allegations [cr. Dwellingsouls]

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arachne-boy

How do you tell your best friend that the reason you can’t hang out with her is because you’re too busy trying to save New York?

Or, “Are you asking me if I piss out webs?”

pairing: spider-man!jungkook x best friend!reader

word count: 11k

genre: f2l, basically crack, marvel au, comedy(???)

warnings: lost of swearing, kicking ass, bad attempts at me being funny

A/N: references to Avengers: Civil War and A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO @gukvenchy WHO HELPED ME POWER THROUGH THIS

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You know, for someone so observant, you really had an awful habit of texting while walking.

As you made your way along the sidewalks of Queens, you kept your eyes fixated on the bright screen in your hand, the blue light hurting your eyes slightly as it contrasted against the fading afternoon light.

“Watch it!” An angry male voice huffs out as you accidentally run into him, your phone fumbling to the floor.

“Ah, shit. I’m sorry.” You blink, taking in the man that stood in front of you.

He looked disheveled and reeked of alcohol. You frowned. You should head back home, it was getting late; this part of town was slightly dodgy and you knew better than to dwell too long here at night.

Bending over, you grabbed your fallen phone that laid by the man’s feet.

Sighing, you brought it up to view, frowning at your now cracked screen.

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jin x his gaze during performances

he is hot

eat jin sad girl edition

for @jiniekook ♡

knotty or nice | ksj

synopsis: you only see seokjin once a year, so you have to make sure your visit counts.

p: seokjin x reader

wc: 6.8k

genre/rating/au: 18+ | sugar daddy, est. rel. au | smut, fluff

warnings: dom seokjin, sub & bratty reader, pwp, dildos, masturbation, voyeur, size kink, there's a camera involved, lots of dirty talk, deep throat, hand kink, unprotected sex, overstimulation, breast play?, blindfold, light bondage, breathing control (asphyxiation), jin has a potty mouth and he's mean :(, lots of name calling :), multiple orgasms, multiple sex scenes, rough sex, delayed orgasm, facial, cum eating, creampies (yum), aftercare, the ending is mushy and cute :)

a/n: happy birthday to the love of my life ♥ thank you so much to @chelsea-chee for helping me out ;;

posted: 9 dec 2021

m.list | ao3

Every year around the holidays, without fail, you and Seokjin would meet up for a Christmas Rendezvous. It's the only time the two of you can see each other since he's so busy running his million-dollar business while you're busy doing… stuff. Not only was this a moment you've been waiting all year for, but you're determined to convince him to purchase a property in your city so he can drop in any time he wants without needing to rent a hotel.

This year, for your meeting, he’s chosen a fancy hotel by the mountains for you to enjoy the sights, though you doubt you’ll have time to check out any of the fancy amenities listed on the website. You and Seokjin tend to overplan, only for the both of you to never leave the comfort of your rooms because you're too busy tangled up in each other's arms.

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

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

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

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

You: I’m here ♥ Thanks for the bear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SJ: Shame. You’re not ready to play.

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

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

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

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

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

“Can you hear me, baby?” you test.

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

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

Oh. That feels good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop.”

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

“S-Seokjin?” you call out meekly.

His voice sounded so cold, so furious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh… god…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very… good,” you gasp. “I’m close—”

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

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

“Fuckfuckfuck, Seokjin!” you screech.

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

“Shit… Seokjin… I can’t…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Was it good?”

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

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

“Always. What do you take me for?”

“That’s my girl.”

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

“Sore, but okay.”

“Would you like me to take them off?”

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

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

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

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

“Eyes up here, baby.”

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

“Wasn’t staring,” you mumble.

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

Shit.

“I mean… I didn’t…” you fumble.

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay then, open up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” you cry weakly.

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

“Please,” is all you can muster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dirty girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A- A lot… I want it,” you beg.

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

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

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

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

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

“As you wish.”

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

“Fuck!” you hiss repeatedly.

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

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

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

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

“Want to touch you,” you whisper breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, baby, I got you,” he grunts.

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

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

You’re so close, so so close.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shoot.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” he beams. “Surprise."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Always."

moon's notes: woooooo! i wrote this thinking about my biggest fantasy :) i hope you enjoyed it because i had a great time writing this :DD let me know what you think!

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OVER THE HORIZON (Two-Shot) | PART ONE - The Other Side

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader

Genre: ex to lovers, angst, fluff, slight crack, and drama.

Type: Two-shot

Wordcount: 4K

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Between the stars and the waves, promises and sweet nothings were exchanged between you and Jungkook. The sunset, the warm sand, and the vast ocean have been there all throughout your relationship; they heard you when you started talking about your dreams and daydreaming about your future together. They were also the first to see your tears and hear your whimpers when Jungkook walked away to choose a path that had no room for you. Two years later, you find yourselves standing in the same beach again. The sunset, the warm sand, and the vast ocean privy to your conversation.

PART ONE - The Other Side

PART TWO - ?

a/n: SURPRISE!!! It’s actually a two-shot. I am surprised myself, but I didn’t want to rush things and squeeze their story into one long ass one-shot. ANYWAYYY this is my first written fic and my first Jungkook fic. I’ve always told my friends that I find it hard to write Jungkook for some reason because he’s my ultimate bias and my writing couldn’t do him justice. 😂🤧 So this is me being brave! I also would like to give kudos to two of my favorite Tumblr writers, @ahundredtimesover and @taestefully-in-luv, they have the BEST Jungkook fics I have ever had the pleasure of reading. I hope you enjoy this and please let me know if you want to be tagged on the next update! 🌊

Taglist - @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya

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Your heels clacked against the marbled floor as you stepped out of the elevator to your spacious office floor. It’s half past six in the morning and your colleagues do not come in until eight. Even Hoseok, the cheerful receptionist, is still nowhere in sight. Only the light hum of the air conditioner could be heard as you crossed the open-floor area lined with desks and a wall of awards, trophies, and plaques to the frosted glass-walled board room. You leaned back on the closed door, closed your eyes and let out the breath you have been holding since you stepped into the building in the form of a heavy sigh. Your office usually has a very relaxed atmosphere despite the high-tech and smart equipment everywhere. So relaxed, that even the dress code is not that strict. You usually come to work dressed casually in a midi dress and sneakers, sometimes even jeans and a nice top. But today is different– dressed in a high-waisted navy blue pencil skirt, white dress shirt and a pair of pointy heels, you felt like a different person. Your hair that is usually pulled high up in a ponytail cascades in soft curls that frames your face. You’re no stranger to a set up like this– this is the type of meeting that you regularly facilitate and attend as the Senior A&R Manager for Genius Lab Music Ltd. Your apprentice, Jimin, usually scouts and negotiates with the artists your label wants to sign or collaborate with until such time of the contract signing, in which you take the reins on. Today is one of those days.

You went over to the head of the table to hook up your laptop to the projector and made sure you’re pulling up the correct deck. You were just going over the contract clause of the artist you’re signing today when the company’s brains, bread, and butter entered the room– Agust D, the rapper who catapulted to stardom upon the release of his first album. He self-produces all his songs and produces quite a handful of material for other artists as well, credited under the name SUGA. He’s also the person responsible for the growth of the company– the genius behind Genius Lab Music Ltd, your older brother, Min Yoongi.

“You’re early today… and in a suit too, look at you!” you gave your brother a once over.

He smirked at you before placing his iPad on the desk next to you and placing two cups of coffee down as well.

“You nervous?” he took a sip of his coffee while intently studying your face. “You don’t look nervous.”

“Well, because I’m not,” you replied in a singsong voice avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah? Then why are you here two hours before the new kid comes in?” he chuckled before taking a seat, “you even skipped breakfast this morning.”

“Yoongs..” you sighed exasperatedly. “Wait, why are YOU here this early? Did you leave the house before I did?”

“I was trailing behind your car, you didn't notice?” Silence.

“Anyway…” you dodged your brother’s teasing. “Jimin will be here in a while. Taehyung from HR and Seokjin from Finance will also be in attendance. The new artist is coming in with his manager–” you flipped a page off your planner to check, “--Kim Namjoon. I already forwarded the contract to you through your assistant so she can make copies as well, and other than that, I think we’re good! You have the option to have brunch with the artist and his team after they signed the contract so–”

“Oh you are so coming with me to have brunch with the quote-unquote new artist,” he winked at you. “Maybe halfway through, you would actually remember his name.” he poked your nose with his forefinger before turning on his heel, “I’ll be in my office. I’ll be back here before the meeting starts. Don’t forget to breathe, my dearest little sister!” and after one final chuckle, he exited the board room.

Go to hell, Min Yoongi.

***

Namjoon kept his eyes glued to his phone while sitting in the car on the way to their meeting with the Genius Lab team, “I just got word from Mr. Park that the CEO himself would be in attendance today,” he told Jungkook next to him. Jungkook just nodded his head while looking out the window, and Namjoon could not even tell if he’s listening or not. “Yah, are you listening?” Jungkook hummed. “Yeah okay, so what did I say?”

“That Agust D will be attending our contract signing today,” he answered nonchalantly.

“You know you can’t address him as Agust D, right? We will be in a professional setting and–”

“I know that,” he pouted. “I have to address him as Mr. Min, I know,” he glared at Namjoon.

“I’m sorry, you know I have to remind you! I mean, look at you, you’re not even dressed appropriately!” Namjoon scoffs.

“Psshh… Yoongi hyung goes to work in a hoodie everyday,” he mumbled under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing! I said I’m sure Mr. Min won’t mind,” Jungkook grabbed his coffee from the center console of the car and took a long sip, savoring the taste as he closed his eyes, “Now, Mr. Kim, don’t let the Genius Lab team see the end of the stick that’s permanently stuck deeply up your ass and try to smile more, alright?”

“How the fuck dare you?!” Namjoon feigned shock before the two fell into a fit of giggles that earned a glance from their chauffeur through the rearview mirror.

Fifteen minutes later, two burly men from Jungkook’s security team escorted them through the Genius Lab building where they were met by the beaming receptionist along with Yoongi’s assistant. “Hi, I’m Hoseok and this is Aera, assistant to the CEO.” Aera smiled and handed her hand out to Namjoon and Jungkook for a handshake, which the two men gladly accepted. “She will be walking you through the agenda for the day, and if there’s anything you need, just let me know, alright?” Hoseok smiled at the pair and nodded at Aera prompting her on.

“Come this way, gentlemen,” Aera led them through the open-floor area that is lined with desks that are now occupied by the employees who did not even spare them a glance or two— a tell that artists come and go through this office regularly. Both men were also in awe when they passed by the wall of awards that both the company and Min Yoongi have received throughout the years.

“So what should we expect at today's meeting?” Namjoon asked.

“Well, we have HR in attendance to discuss your new contract, clause per clause. We also have the Director of Finance to answer any questions you may have. Then of course our A&R team which you are closely working with. Yoongi will also be personally welcoming you to the Genius Lab family," Aera explained in one breath.

"Yoongi? You mean Mr. Min, the CEO right?"

Aera laughed lightly at Namjoon's puzzled expression. "Oh! We're on a first-name basis here regardless of your position. Boss's order, HR-approved."

Namjoon made out an inaudible 'oh' with his lips, while Jungkook smirked at his reaction. His manager is oblivious to the fact that he's known Yoongi before he even had his breakthrough at the music scene. To say he's not excited to be taken under the wings of Genius Lab is a lie, but he's not one hundred percent a fan of the idea either. There's just too much memories and history to account for.

"Alright, here we are," Aera announced before she opened the glass door to the board room.

Jungkook was expecting to see: Jimin, the A&R scout they have been working with; Yoongi, the CEO; two other people from HR and Finance. But instead of four, five pairs of eyes stared back at him when he stepped into the room.

The fifth one almost made his heart jump out of his chest.

***

The meeting went off without a hitch. Despite the occasional knowing looks from Yoongi, and Jungkook openly staring you down, you were able to run through your keynote deck about the partnership between Genius Lab Music Ltd. and RKive Management International for Jungkook’s comeback. You let Jimin wrap it up after Taehyung and Seokjin discussed their parts, with Seokjin not having to answer to pretty much anything with how generous the deal Genius Lab struck with RMI is. Congratulations and several handshakes exchanged later, you were already gathering your stuff as the men continued their chatter when Yoongi quipped, “There’s a restaurant nearby, about five minutes away. We should all go down there for brunch to celebrate.”

“Ohh, that sounds perfect. I’m actually starving,” Namjoon patted his stomach for effect before turning to Jungkook, “You hungry Jungkook?”

“When am I not?” Jungkook flashed his bunny smile and Yoongi couldn’t help but look at him fondly. Despite walking into the boardroom dressed in all black from head to foot, and face adorned with piercings, his boyish charm still could light up any room. Yoongi noticed Jungkook glancing at your busy figure, unplugging your laptop and checking your phone from time to time.

Yoongi then turned to Jimin, Seokjin and Taehyung who were still deep in discussion about promotional expenses, “Gentlemen? And Yn, you can probably leave them here for now and get them when we get back later.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t make it to brunch,” you smiled apologetically at Namjoon, which he returned with his dimpled one. “Seokjin and I have plans this afternoon and I want to run something by him first before that.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened at the mention of his name, “We do?” the confused creases between his eyebrows dissipated when he saw your expression, things suddenly clicking in his mind, “Yes, we do. We do have some stuff to review and we’ll grab lunch afterwards. I am so sorry, I can’t make it to brunch either,” Seokjin stood up and tucked his ipad under his arm. “We better get going then, Yn,” he smiled at you before turning to Namjoon. “As always, if you have any questions, I’m only one email away. Pleasure to be working with your team, Namjoon,” he extended his hand to Namjoon. “You too, Jungkook. Welcome to the team,” he did not miss the way Jungkook gripped his hand a little bit firmer and his eye contact a little bit more intense.

If it’s in any other set-up, Yoongi would have been doubling over in laughter already with what just transpired right before his eyes.

***

Jungkook found himself lying on the bed like a starfish that night, arms and legs spread out, staring up at the ceiling, still fully dressed from the night of food and booze with his friends from college, Yugyeom, Mingyu and Eunwoo. They were ecstatic when he reached out to them and told them he’s coming back to Korea for good after galloping around the world for two years. For a moment, they were worried about his career, but he assured them that he just wanted to be represented internationally by a label from his own country. If he’d continue to soar in his career, he might as well take his home country with him, and not a label from the land of the free. He asked them about you that night too, and they told him you had cut ties with them about a year ago when Jungkook started to make headlines on paper after paper. Jungkook felt bad, because he did too. Apart from the occasional replies to their group chat and a few emails, Jungkook disconnected from his group of friends back home too, often blaming it on his busy schedule. But his friends could read him like an open book and out of respect, they just let him be.

Jungkook’s mind drifted back to the meeting with Genius Lab this morning. He’s in awe of what the company has achieved in the last five years since it was founded, and for the longest time, he had to convince Namjoon to end his contract with his previous label and strike up a partnership with Genius Lab. He trusts Yoongi. It’s a shame he did not seem to trust him as an artist back then, they could have both risen to the top together. He could still remember when Yoongi told him that he has amazing talent, but his then start-up company could not jump the gun on him. Not because his talent is not good enough for Yoongi, but because Yoongi thought he had so much potential to do more if he would audition for the big shots instead of his measly recording studio. Full of encouragement and advice from your older brother, he decided to audition online for an international label which is solely based in the US. He did not think much of it at first, but a few days later, he heard back from Interscope, under Universal Recording Group asking him to record the original soundtrack for an upcoming film, and the rest is history.

Jungkook reached out for a pillow and pressed it firmly against his face, muffling his groan. He’s mentally prepared for the possibility of seeing Yoongi again. After all, he’ll be working with his record label. What he was not prepared for was seeing you again. He knew eventually you would cross paths again, but not this soon. It has only been a year since he decided to disappear completely from your life, and his heart still stings. Especially when he saw you interacting with Kim Seokjin– the same person he saw you with when he decided to come back for you.

June 2020

You concentrated on the feel of the sand underneath your feet as you curled your toes against it, trying to fight back the tears. Jungkook was holding your hands as he pressed his forehead against yours, muttering his goodbyes.

This beach is very special to your relationship. This is where you went for your first date; this is where you took your friends for a bonfire when you announced to them that you were official; this is where you talked about your dreams and created a lot of memories.Little did you know that this is also where he would take those dreams and crush them with his own hands.

“I love you, Yn. I want to be better for you,” he sniffed. “I can’t do that when I’m stuck here.”

You nodded. You understood. You knew about his dilemma with your brother refusing to sign him as an artist. A part of you wanted to blame Yoongi for encouraging Jungkook to audition for the big labels but you knew your brother meant well and did not mean to cause any harm. Jungkook took this once in a lifetime chance of breaking into the international music scene and who are you to hold him back?

“Yn, baby…” he lifted your chin and his heart almost shattered into a thousand pieces when he saw your glassy eyes and trembling lips. You looked away and stared at the yellow orange glow of the sunset along the horizon. “I’ll come back for you, baby. I swear,” he whispered. “I’m gonna miss you so much, you know that right? Please look at me.” You wiped your tears and looked up at him, reaching out to touch his cheek and wipe his tears with your thumb.

“I’ll wait, Jungkook.” Jungkook nuzzled his cheek against your hand and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that from you.

“Come here when you miss me and look at the sunset. I will be on the other side, missing you just as much,” he said before crossing the space between you and pressing his lips on yours.

That night, he took you home and showed you how much he loves you, spending the last night before he left for America, tangled up with you between the sheets until the sun rose.

July 2021

Jungkook has been preparing for this day for a long time. He has lost contact with you six months into his move to the US, before he embarked on his Asian promotional tour. He has tried sending you messages and emails but they kept on bouncing back. He has tried reaching out to your friends but they couldn’t tell him your whereabouts either. All they know is that you have been busy at your new job and have not been hanging out with them either.

He was finally able to convince Namjoon to give him a break for a month or two so he could come home to his family and friends. He timed it perfectly on your birthday. You had no idea he’s coming.

He pulled up at your family’s house on your birthday and the look on your mother’s face when she saw him was priceless. She let him in and ushered him over to the living room where she told him to sit. She could smell something delicious from the kitchen and it looked like your mother had been making dinner when he rang the bell.

“Smells good, eomeoni. Birthday dinner?” he inquired, flashing her with his bunny smile.

“Yes, yes! I am so glad that you’re here!” she squished Jungkook’s face between his hands. “My Yn would be so happy to see you! Sit here for a while. Let me finish dinner.”

“Where’s Yn and Yoongi hyung?”

“Yoongi is at work, but he said he’ll be able to make it for dinner. You know him!” she waved her hand dismissively as she started slipping back into the kitchen, “Yn should be back soon. Seokjin picked her up this afternoon to distract her from this surprise dinner.”

Who?

Seokjin, who?

It felt like the wind just got knocked out of Jungkook’s lungs when he noticed the framed photos lining up the mantle of the fireplace. There was a photo of your family sitting on the very couch he’s sitting on, with Santa hats and a Sharpie marking on the corner that says “Christmas 2020.” Alongside that were several photos of you and Yoongi with your cousins and friends, but there’s a particular photo that Jungkook had zeroed in on. It was a photo of you in a yacht, donning a bright red life vest and holding up a fishing rod. Next to you is a tall handsome man, wearing the same bright red life vest, one hand holding up a tuna by the tail, mirroring how you’re holding up the fishing rod and his other hand resting on your waist securing you to his side. On the corner, the Sharpie marking says “Yn + Jin, Philippines 2021.”

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, also bending it from side to side as he cracked the tension away. His mind was going haywire, cogwheels turning at the forefront of his brain. Is that why he hasn’t been hearing from you for months? Is that why you suddenly… disappeared? His mind drifted back to a year ago when he left you to pursue his career in America. He told you he would come back for you and you told him you’d wait. But thinking back, was it fair? Was it fair to leave you hanging like that, completely deciding on his own when there were two of you in the relationship? Was he asking too much from you? The guilt started to bubble up in his chest. He realized he’s literally sitting in your living room right now, waiting for you to return… and when you return with your new man in tow, what happens next? He could not fathom the thought of putting you in such a compromising situation after what he has put you through. It’s enough. The reality hit him with a ton of bricks as he sat on your couch. So without saying a word to your mother, he got up and stepped out of the house. On the way to his parked car, he spotted a trash bin; and without a second of hesitation, he took out the small gift box from his pocket and tossed it in the bin before entering his car and speeding off. Away from the place you call home. Away from you.

***

Seokjin decided to treat you to dinner after work knowing the stress you must have been under during the day. It’s a sort of tradition on Fridays that you and your colleagues go out, but it’s the middle of the week and you’re grateful that he’s thoughtful like that. You ended up leaving your car in the office and taking Seokjin’s instead. You’ll hitch a ride with your brother tomorrow on the way to the office.

“He seemed surprised to see you,” Seokjin said in between bites of pizza.

“Mm-hmn. Though I am not surprised,” you pointed at Seokjin with your fork, “You have gorgonzola on your lips, Seokjin.”

“Not surprised about what? Not surprised to see him? Of course! You’ve known about this project for months,” he chuckled while dabbing the napkin on his lips. “I AM surprised you did not protest against it– and you call me Jin outside of work.”

“I am not surprised that he seemed surprised. Nobody in the team knows anything about our history,” you sighed as Seokjin listened intently. “Except you and my brother.”

“Your point?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Nobody could have given him a hint that I work for Yoongi.”

“But he’s your brother, I mean… Are there no expectations there, whatsoever?” Seokjin scrunched up his nose in confusion. “Did he even consult with you about this?”

“I think Jungkook knows that eventually he has to deal with me, but he’s always looked up to Yoongi and he’s always wanted to work under his label. So I guess career is still his number one priority,” you shot Seokjin a knowing look.

Seokjin smirked and shook his head in disbelief, “And Yoongi?”

“My brother may seem indifferent at times, but he’s not cold-hearted,” you scooped a portion of your caprese salad and transferred it to Seokjin’s plate. “When I copied him on the email approval that Jimin sent me about RMI, he barged into my office and looked at me like I grew two new heads,” you couldn’t help but laugh at the recollection of that moment.

“He wanted to make sure you’re not losing your mind before he gave it an okay,” Seokjin drizzled some honey onto a slice of pizza before transferring it to your plate. “Are you really okay with this though?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“I am, Jin,” you could feel him staring at you, searching for any trace of doubt on your face. “Believe it or not, I really am.”

***

Jungkook could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he got closer to the frosted glass door that one of the staff members had pointed him to. It’s Monday morning and he’s meeting with his sound engineer and seeing his studio at Genius Lab for the first time. The email said 10:00 am, but he found himself asking the security personnel to lead him to your office at exactly 09:00 am. He didn’t know why. He didn’t even think things through— what would he say to you? Would you ask him to leave? Would you be surprised to see him?

He took a deep breath and knocked twice as a warning before pushing the door open. There you were, looking up from your computer to see who just came into your office. His breath hitched when he saw you— barefaced, flushed cheeks, glossy pink lips. Dressed casually with your hair tied in a messy low bun, a stark contrast to the sharp-dressed woman he met last week during his contract signing. He couldn’t read your reaction when you looked at him. Blank expression with a gaze that could easily intimidate. Perhaps it’s a Min thing.

“H-hi…” fuck why did he stutter?

“Hi,” you smiled at him timidly in acknowledgment.

Jungkook cleared his throat and stepped further into the room. “Can I talk to you?”

gaslighting myself into believing that 2025 is not even that far away

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