On The Ropes (KSJ X F!Reader)

cherry blossom avenue.

❀ genre: angst/fluff; arranged marriage!au; f2l!au;

❀ pairing: jin x reader; 

❀ length: 23.0k;

❀ synopsis: college would’ve been unbearable if it weren’t for your wallowing sessions with your best friend jin over a shared “forever alone” woe, so it really was only a matter of time until the two of you sealed a shoddy promise to betroth the other at the age of 27. perhaps it was only a silly joke to you then, but you should’ve known better nonetheless; because when a wedding invitation arrives five years later down the road with his name signed next to another’s, feelings that were once buried begin to blossom once again.

“Don’t be a homewrecker.”

What was supposed to be a light-hearted tease over your fleeting glimpses in his direction bears much more weight than even reality should have; and unbeknownst to her, even if your friend’s commentary strikes a fear in you, a fear that has some creature eating away at you and a horrifying drop in the twisted pain of your chest, the daunting knowledge of a potential truth behind her words pale in comparison to the anguish brought upon by a familiar face of the past. 

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Tangled Lights || KSJ

Summary: Christmas time is a time of celebration and love. Not for battling head to head with the neighbor across the street in the brightest light show the town has ever seen. When push comes to shove, you’ll do everything you can to keep your family tradition alive—even if that means sabotaging the spirit of Christmas and the chance of making a new friend, or more.

Pairing: Seokjin x F!Reader (with a few cameos. can you find them all? ;) )

Word Count: 23k

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Suggestive, Non-Idol AU, Strangers to Lovers, Holiday Rom-Com, Small Town USA (does that really count? lol)

Rating: PG15

Warnings: a few swears, heavy makeout, some suggestive themes (but no actual smut), small talk about death, VERY awkward and VERY cheesy at points, it’s quite literally a romantic comedy with Jin, what’s not to expect?

Notes: I had so much fun writing this! Honestly, I surprised myself with how much I wrote, but I don’t regret it lol. If you didn’t read the notes on my teaser, this is a part of Cookies and Christmas Chaos of the Christmas in July collab! (hosted by @kookdiaries​ (who also made the amazing banner and divider), @xiaokoo, and @kithtaehyung​) This is based on the movie ‘Deck the Halls’. I hope you all enjoy it!! And please if you haven’t checked out the rest of the fics, take a look! They’re all so good!!

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“Good morning, Mr. Kim!”

His smile widens as the sheriff greets him. Seokjin waves to the burly man, a slight skip to his step as he walks down the town’s main street.

It’s that time of year again; when the snow glistens as the sun shines down on the freshly covered grass, a brighter air around the townsfolk, and the joyful music being played everywhere you go. December has only just begun, but that doesn’t stop anyone in Wolfpine from starting the holiday cheer.

“How’s your morning so far, Sheriff?” Seokjin calls out.

The man huffs out a light chuckle.

“Quiet. A nice way to start the Christmas season.” He pauses, leaning up against his truck. He stuffs his hands in his thick coat pockets, glancing around the area. “There isn’t much that happens in this town, so I’m hoping that something exciting happens soon.”

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in this light

pairing: jimin x reader

wordcount: 2k

glimpse: love, within normalcy.

alternatively, jimin has a routine at 5:35 in the afternoon.

[ married + established relationship au, jimin's a NICU nurse and reader's a pediatrician, fluff n comfort all-rounder, they're expecting first-time parents <3 ]

notes: happy jimin day!!! i've never been this relaxed writing a piece <3 as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!!

There’s not a single thing in this world that would remain unmoved at Jimin’s warmth.

He's the embodiment of warmth, all the way from the ends of his hair to the tips of his toes. All the way from the flush in his cheeks and the skill in his hands.

You know it with the way he works at NICU with the fondest smile you’ll ever see, picking up babies left and right and rocking them to have them soothed and tucked. He’s always been adamant on caring for people, already having the specific profession in his mind even back at high school.

You know how he’d budge and grant atleast just one more minute for a parent to be with their baby, giving them their space as he pretends not to know the time. Sometimes he even offers to take their phone and capture a picture, one they could take home with them as their peace of mind.

Your husband tends to be more practical than he is luxurious but you know how he'd treat everyone to coffee every now and then at the expensive café outside the hospital, even going as far in blocking out the dates in his calendar. He greet everyone on his way then, not a single personnel left ungreeted.

You know it because you're married to Jimin and you know that it would take a lifetime to known every single thing about someone, from the inside-out and the way people constantly change.

You’re sure of him because of the way he's your lover that makes every day worth getting up for.

At every 5:35 PM on workdays, he'd show up to your office with his arms outstretched and his eyes slowly blinking. He’d always go on the dot because it’s what works best; after all, you're a pediatrician and all your appointments normally get done by 4 with a significant grace period because you feel sorry for children who'd get cut off. Meanwhile, Jimin's shift ends at 5 but he allots a significant grace period just like how you do, taking the time to always do extra rounds on the babies by swaddling them comfortably and changing their diapers with little to no fuss.

He’s particularly excited to see you today, even if he's just as happy seeing you in other days regardless — nonetheless if he's just woken up and you're beside him, or if the two of you had the longest week and barely saw each other throughout.

He tucks his stethoscope in and lightly hits the knots on his nape as he starts greeting people goodbye, a giddy smile on his face even before they could reply.

"Jimin! I was about to ask if-..."

Hoseok’s the new guy in the ward and he’s known Jimin for his entire introduction period to be so approachable and yet the guy whizzes past him as if hadn’t heard him at all, nearly getting whiplash from being ignored for the first time.

"Not a chance. He shuts down completely, don't even bother," he blinks rigidly at his supervisor who’s just looking at charts, setting an unwavering glance at him that makes him regret even showing confusion at the whole interaction.

"It's 5:33," Namjoon nods towards the clock behind him, looking at it lazily as if he isn’t certain about it at this point.

If there’s one thing Namjoon would purchase as luxury, he’d no doubt splurge on watches. Yet the expensive piece on his wrist, the Patek Philippe Grand acomplication watch he’s saved up for more or less two years, is no match at all for Jimin. The watch doesn’t hold a candle against him because as soon as he sees the guy run his hands through his hair and walk with a smile on his face and a perk on his step, he knows it's 5:33 in the afternoon.

He walks eagerly to your office, oblivious to the way his colleague’s face is agape in confusion as his no-nonsense superior seems to be fond talking about you and Jimin to Hoseok.

You don’t have to look up at the door to know it’s Jimin by the way it clicks and immediately shuts, already foretelling the squeak in your cushions not a second later.

"There's my favorite girl," he dives into your pull-out couch that almost never functions like it nowadays, practically turned into a bed at this point.

You murmur a greeting to his hair as he lowers himself down your tummy that he immediately pokes with his finger.

"There's my favorite baby," Jimin looks straight to your barely-visible bump before he grins up at you, slinding his warm hands underneath your shirt and setting them right onto your stomach.

You've already changed into your going-home clothes and you look snug, propped against your pillow in drowsiness. You’ve passed the time by knitting baby blankets for the NICU department while you waited for your husband, because the sleepiness is there but just wasn’t enough to knock you out, instead choosing to do something that relaxes you.

Jimin nuzzles to your cheek, playfully crossing his eyes with how close he is that it makes you laugh.

"Kiss, please."

He asks for one so politely that you can’t help the fond smile that forms on your face in no time, barely turning to put one on his lips.

He blinks once, twice until he figures that it already happened, the all-familiar whine on his throat as he rocks his leg on your bed in complaint, shaking his head as he deadpans.

"Not that," he frowns, rolling his eyes at you. "A nice and proper one, please."

"Nice and proper," you parrot back, snorting instinctively at the antics he’s pulling today because he also said it in the morning, another running joke for the week.

Jimin doesn’t wait for you to kiss him because he does it himself, growing restless at your playfulness that he grants himself the relief of your taste.

He leans before you could even tell, warm hands on the side of your face as he slots the pillows of his lips ever so gently, eyes closed at bliss and tongue firm and fluid against yours.

Jimin kisses slowly yet deeply. Languidly yet not flatly. Fully and completely, in all ways.

He clutches onto you by the side of your top that he feels the indents of your tiny bump that’s eleven weeks along, humming against you as he massages your lower back that’s been in need of warmth to tame the ache.

Your husband lies next to you and yet it isn’t enough because he has half of himself draped on you, his leg on top of yours with his arms surrounding your figure, the other surely not leaving your tummy.

"Want me to massage your calves? Your feet? Got you new compression socks yesterday, I think I put them on your desk this morning," he pulls away in favor of nuzzling to your neck, nosing the spot below your ear before pressing a tiny kiss on it.

"Mhmm, I did," you hum, eyes slowly blinking because all the tension and stress you’ve been feeling have already erroded by now, "get changed, baby."

His eyes are squinted at you in faux confusion, each one of his queries answered beside the first one.

You nod sheepishly because you can’t pass up, tilting your head at him in confirmation. "I'll take you up on that offer at home. I get more tired these days."

“I got you," he reassures you with no hesitstion at all, already undressing from his scrubs in front of you while he hums in conversation. "Let's go up to Seokjin tomorrow morning. Let's ask about your vitamins."

It’s normal.

It’s mundane.

You're talking about vitamins and groceries and there's love within it still, figuring out schedules even if it meant errands getting pushed back because of how they conflicted at times.

The two of you are conversing about traffic and how the cold makes you drowsy while at work but there's adoration in it still, the quiet inputs of how the two of you are sharing socks and yet there’d always be rogue ones missing.

You’re sharing a makeshift dinner on one large bowl to have the least amount of dishes to wash, enough to forego washing tonight and instead just rinse and soak in water if the two of you get sleepy beyond measure to function.

It’s in the most casual of things that you get to learn about your husband more and how you’d stop at nothing of realizing that you love him even when the sun is low and the lights are out.

Jimin's the type of warm for you to romanticize the most mundane, everyday things.

"Good night," he yawns with his mouth wide open, stretching until his limbs go jelly before he snatches you to his chest, a noisy kiss pressed on your cheek. "I love you the most." He basks in your slight annoyance of him whispering so lowly to your ear that it tickles you, patting your bare tummy as his hands once again found refuge underneath your shirt. “And you too, cutie."

You return his sentiments back but it doesn’t end at that, the phrase that’s been stuck with you all morning resurfacing even when it’s nearing midnight, the only difference being that it’s you who asks.

"Kiss please.”

Jimin complies slyly just like how you did, pinching his thigh that makes him release a tiny yelp, reverting into a fit of giggles with how you look pointedly at him even underneath your nightlight.

"Nice and proper."

"Hmmm," he leans in with the hint of amusement never leaving his tone, warm hands outstretching, "anything for my wife."

Jimin loves you in the same way he kisses.

The same way of love that’s slow yet deep; languid yet not flat. Full and complete, in all ways —

the same warmth at 5:35 in the afternoon, in every minute with Jimin.

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

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 10.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 11,628

warnings for this chapter (!) Oc loves to forget food when it comes to Seokjin, a kitchen make out session that turns into slight chaos, Jungkook the cockblock, Seduce Seokjin Mode: On, he’s forced to talk about boobs, more specifically Oc’s boobs, ends up mansplaining milk production, Yuna makes everyone squirm, Jimin FINALLY appears (and loses a noticeable portion of his bank balance in the process) 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

note; *that* section of this chapter is for all the lactating anons (you know who you are lmao). Enjoy because this will probably be the last time breast milk comes up so much in conversation 🤣 Thank you for reading everyone! 

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Namjoon being the big, buff man he is 😩 more here and here

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 2.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader  au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 7,372

warnings for this chapter (!) fainting, hospitals, mentions of anaemia and feeling sick, and this chapter is just emotional and a little angsty, I’m sorry! 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 1.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 5,100

warnings (!) brief discussion about abortion, discussion about unprotected sex, mentions of vomiting 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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