The Sweetest Rose 🌹

hobi is the real winner in this competition because he gets to laugh the most ♡ (for @gukqi​) [cr. egohobis]

year 22 (m) — jjk

‘‘I knew you’d be standing in my front porch light, and I knew you’d come back to me.’‘ 

Pairing: childhoodfriend!jk x f!reader 

Genre/Tags: angst!!!, drama, a lil fluff, f2l, e2l-ish, pining, slow burn, smut

Rating: M +18

WC: 11.5k

Warnings: time jumps, underage drinking, jk being a douchebag for most of the fic, reader can’t catch a mf break, mention of character death ((no major one tho)). smut in the form of oral (f. receiving), fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex ((wrap it b4 u tap it y’all)), my being called pretty kink making a brief appearance soz

A/N: i listened to cardigan for the first time n had it on replay the whole time i wrote this so ig u should do it too ! this is my first time posting smut on here but who would i be if i didn’t throw in some good angst ? also tysm to @periminkle​ for being my unofficial beta reader n checking it up for me, she knows i’m constantly looking for her validation n i def wouldn’t post this if she didn’t love it ilu vira thx for being the best ever mwah !!! 

You’re five, cowering behind his mother’s legs, sniffing as tears stream down your face. In front of you both stands Jungkook, there’s remorse written all over his face as his mother stares him down with hands on her hips and a look that just screams that this is only the beginning of his punishment. 

‘’Apologize to Y/N right now Jungkook, or I’ll have your father have a word with you,’’ she threatens with a stern tone, making her son quickly shake his head no. ‘‘You need to learn how to share your toys.’’ 

You peek behind her lanky leg and find the slightly older kid looking at you with narrowed eyes, ‘‘I’m sorry, Y/N.’’ He apologizes with a bow, but he’s obviously displeased with the whole ordeal. 

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“Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.” - Unknown

ANTI ROMANTIC - PJM

you could come across as the number one hater of the male species, but not when it came to jimin.

pairing — jimin x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 3.4k+

warnings/tags — friends2lovers, fwb!au, dom!jimin, sub!reader, teasing, reader is an anti-romantic, lots of ranting, reader confesses, making out, swearing, explicit smut, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, exhbitionism, pillow riding, dirty talk, orgasm denial, reader is very put on the spot, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys) crying, creampie +more

a/n: what to do when the nation is in mourning? write jimin smut 💀 rest up queen elizabeth though, i remember when she came to my school and shook my hand after i gave her a bouquet of flowers 😭

You just wrapped up what you could only call the worst blind date known to mankind. The guy was smug and cocky: you could tell he probably had a thing for being better than women, and that right there was an immediate red flag for you.

Now sitting behind the wheel of your car, pure irritation evident on your face, all you could think about was how the fuck you could face Jimin after another failed blind date. That and the fact that you slept with Jimin a couple times but neither of you had the guts to really put a label on yourselves.

It was agreed your relationship with Jimin was strictly ‘no strings attached’, merely using each other as an output to deal with the stress of work. The two of you must’ve been stressed everyday since it seemed that was how often you both went at it.

“I’ve got a blind date tonight,” you tell him, entering his office to bother him as you usually did.

A blind date?

Jimin wasn’t expecting you to start dating people whilst sleeping with him on the down low. Was that how these things worked?

“You’re going on a date? Why?” He looks up from his desk, clearly confused about it since you always preached about how much you hated men and relationships.

You shrug, “I can’t keep sleeping with you for the rest of my life, eventually you’ll fall in love with someone else and want to get married and have kids.”

You weren’t wrong, Jimin did have all this planned for his future, but he never really saw some other girl with him. All these plans were made with the intention of doing them with you.

“Plus, it’s not like we’re together or anything, so I don’t see what’s stopping me.”

“Well…” he didn’t really know what to say. Does he suddenly confess now or never? If this blind date of yours was a success, he’ll never have the chance to tell you how he really felt, but you seemed really excited about it, he shouldn’t ruin that for you.

“I mean, are you sure you wanna go on a blind date? Kind of a big step for someone who hates relationships,” he says, cocking a brow at you sat opposite his desk.

You didn’t seem as concerned as he was, but then again, why did he care so much?

“Do you want me to give you hourly updates or something? Seems a bit much, Park,” you chuckle softly, failing to notice the inner conflict he was having. “Are you worried about me?”

“No, I’m just looking out for you,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes at your silly teasing. In all honesty, it felt like he was being replaced. “Whatever though, don’t come crying to me late at night when the date doesn’t go to plan.”

When you get home, you you contemplate on updating Jimin. A part of you wanted to send him a message but the other didn’t wanna hear him say ‘I told you so’ as he did many times before.

But fuck it.

you: are you at home?

jimin: yeah, why? you coming over? or you wanna meet somewhere else?

you: no, just make sure you’re home

With that final message sent, you change out of your date night clothes, opting for something more comfortable, but once you’re out of your dress, you look down at your bare body in nothing but intricate black lace (yes, you wore a set with the intention of getting laid tonight) and figured you’d keep it on.

For Jimin.

You throw on a long trench coat to cover up, shivering a little once the material is wrapped securely around your naked body. It was a risky game going out like this, but for some reason, you felt obligated to do this.

If he wanted to make you feel bad, you may as well look good whilst he did it.

The very moment you had texted Jimin, he had just come out the shower, clean and fresh. He re-read your message a couple times, trying to figure out why you were coming over all of a sudden. Was the date so great you wanted to gush about it to him? Or did it go so terribly you were about to rant as soon as you stepped in? Or possibly, were you coming over to fuck?

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it and continued about his night, dressing loosely with a pair of sweatpants and no shirt.

Why wear so much if it was gonna come off anyway?

With that thought, three knocks were had at his door, and he had no doubt that it was you.

You were left waiting for a couple seconds, tapping your foot against the carpeted floor continuously until you were met with a very bare Jimin, forcing your incessant tapping to come to a halt and your breath to catch in your throat.

You eyed every inch of him; his perfectly sculpted v-line, the crevices of his abs, the simple, yet impacting ‘never mind’ tattoo adorning his ribs, and finally his face, which was slightly moist due to the droplets of water falling from the ends of his hair.

“Hi..” you say breathlessly, “Can I come in?”

Jimin caught you eyeing him up, but chose not to comment on it. Instead, he moves aside to let you in, “By all means.”

As you step inside, his eyes follow your form taking notice of the unusual outfit you were wearing. Heels with your legs bare, you must’ve been wearing a dress underneath the coat, but he couldn’t be certain, the damn coat was shielding away his curiosity.

“I’m guessing your date didn’t go well,” Jimin chuckles softly, closing the front door and turning to look at you, “Wanna talk about it over a drink?” Though it sounded like an open ended question, he didn’t wait for you to respond, already making his way into the kitchen to pull out two wine glasses.

“Listen…” you start, your voice low, yet loud enough for Jimin to hear. You’re stuck standing by the door, watching, him set the two glasses down on the marble counter. “I.. am a good girl,” you begin, trying not to sound stupid. “In school, I always followed the rules to the point where a lot of people actually hated me for it.”

The confusion on Jimin’s face was clear as day, and you knew he was about to interrupt you, but you continue to talk, raising your hand up towards him, “Let me finish,” you exhale, “I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 17, probably because I hated the idea of it.”

What the hell were you talking about?

Jimin cocks a brow, leaving his position behind the counter to approach you, “Did I do something wrong?”

The man never hated you, nor did he think you were crazy to have such outlandish opinions on relationships (he understood where you were coming from) and sometimes it was annoying, but not annoying enough to push you away from him. At the end of the day, you were close friend to him.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you reassure him, stopping Jimin in his tracks. “I shouldn’t have gone on that blind date. It went horribly.”

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, and Jimin remained as he was in case you were still speaking.

“This failed blind date, along with everything we’ve done together, made me realise I’m only ever genuinely happy when I’m with you. It’s pretty fun not having to fuck my pillow every night,” you say, your cheeks growing beet red at the confession. “And I think it’s safe to say that I don’t not want be in a relationship..”

Your eyes meet his and for the first time tonight, Jimin was speechless. He hadn’t said a word and at this moment, you were glad. “So…” your hands travel down to the belt tied around your waist, pulling on one end to loosen the knot and have the coat comfortably slip free down your shoulders, revealing the black strap of you bra draped over your shoulders.

Jimin knew what was coming. He was bracing himself for what you were about to do.

The trench coat finally hit the floor, pooling around your feet and his breath hitches. He raked his eyes up and down your body, drinking in the sight of you. Flawless skin, perfect curves and a face so radiant, you were the only thing glowing under the dim light of his apartment.

“Woah,” is all he says, having no shame displaying the grin on his face. “You sure know how to flatter a man, Y/N,” Jimin shakes his head, as if disapproving your outfit, but really, the man was losing it inside.

He’s quick on his feet, steadily approaching your form and stopping in front of you, his eyes solemnly kept on you, “I’m glad you finally came to your senses,” he says, reaching his hand up to cup your cheek, gently smoothing his thumb across your skin. “How about we do something a little more fitting for your attire tonight?”

You didn’t bother processing his words, wasting no time in crashing your lips against his in an aggressive kiss, Jimin undoubtedly reciprocating and automatically wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest.

His embrace wasn’t long lasting, hands moving down the small of your back to briefly graze the curve of your ass before settling behind your upper thighs, hoisting you up, “Jump,” Jimin mumbles against your lips, eliciting a short hum from you and you immediately oblige, wrapping your legs around your waist and he held onto you securely.

Not once did either of you break the kiss as he carried you towards his bedroom, but once in his bedroom, you pulled away to catch your breath. “I bet you do this with every girl you hook up with, huh?”

“Just you, sweetheart,” he smirks, responding with zero hesitation, gently laying you lie body on his mattress so he could cherish the sight of you.

A gorgeous, stunning, goddess.

“I bet your pillow’s gonna get bored now, huh?”

Your jaw drops, cheeks turning a slight hue of red from embarrassment. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him about that, now he’d be able to use it against you at any given opportunity. You prop yourself up on your elbows, tilting your head at the partly-naked man before you, “I bet my pillow can make me feel a lot better than you can.”

“You wanna test that theory out?” Jimin challenges, leaning over you to grab one of the many pillows on his bed, leaving it beside you. “Can your pillow make you cry? Can your pillow fuck you as good as I can?” He continues to list out all the things you both done together over the last few months, knowing full well the answer to all his questions were no.

He shifts his position to climb onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard with his legs spread far and wide to show you the tent straining against his sweatpants. “If it can, then show me,” he gestures towards the pillow and your almost at a loss for words.

He was gonna watch you get off, and you felt so belittled liking the idea of it.

You grab ahold of the pillow, fluffing it up a bit for your own comfort. “Fine, but you’re not allowed to touch me and you have to sit on the other side of your room,” you instruct him, pointing to the chair tucked under his desk.

Gosh, you were so bossy, but Jimin would do anything to make a princess happy.

“And you’re not allowed to come,” he warns you, pushing himself off the bed and towards his desk, pulling the chair out to face you before taking a seat, adjusting the boner in his pants before gesturing his chin towards you, encouraging you to make a start. “Go ahead, I’ll tell you when to stop.”

You take his previous position and lean back against the headboard, making yourself comfortable before spreading your legs before him, giving him the perfect view of your soaked panties firmly pressing against you. You took your time, hovering your fingers over the damp material and briskly brushing over your clothed clit, triggering your body to shudder.

Knowing that wasn’t enough for you, you slipped your hand past the band of your panties, the pad of your fingers reaching to rub slow, drawn out circles over your sensitive clit. You didn’t need to do much, the mere sight of Jimin turning you on beyond measures.

Jimin was sat far across from you, his chin slightly raised as he watched you and his hand unknowingly palming the erection trapped between his legs and groaning. It hurt so bad he just pushed his sweatpants halfway down his thighs along with his boxers to free the painful erection. He couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes off you as his fingers simultaneously wrapped around his hardening cock.

“Don’t work yourself up too much, you still have that pillow to attend to,” Jimin’s voice echoed through the room, almost missing your attention. You were getting carried away with your own fingers, you completely forgot about the pillow.

You groan and reach out for the pillow, now sitting up on your knees, and spreading your legs apart to make room for the pillow. The pillow was thick enough for you to have a firm hold on it, and as soon as you sunk down on it, the knock on effect of the material brushing over your heat left you whimpering.

Your reactions had Jimin squeezing on the base of his cock, revelling over how sensitive you were.

He loved it.

All you had to do was imagine the pillow was Jimin and you’d be good to go. It seemed effective once you started rocking your hips back and forth against the pillow, failing to contain your short, but sweet whimpers. Your hips would slow down every now and again, taking long, deep strokes to delay your orgasm as much as possible but it didn’t seem to work.

You looked up at Jimin who’s position was now slouched on the chair, steadily pumping his cock between his fists as he watched you.

“Don’t look at me..” you mumble shyly, shaking your head and looking down at the pillow that had already picked up your arousal, darkening the material slightly.

“Why not?” he chuckles breathlessly, repeatedly swiping his thumb over the head of his cock and smearing any and all the precum down the base. His eyes came to a shut in pure bliss as he picked up the pace of his wrist, his groans becoming low moans. All he could think about were your perfect pouty lips wrapping around his cock and sucking him off just right.

“Take the bra off, lemme’ see your tits.”

You don’t hesitate to oblige, flipping your hair to the side and reaching your hands back to unclasp your bra and let the straps fall seamlessly down your shoulders. Your nipples had hardened within seconds being exposed but you couldn’t bring yourself to care enough, too busy rutting against the pillow.

“I can’t believe you let me go on a blind date,” you seethe, projecting your anger towards him and the pace of your hips, now struggling to keep yourself stable.

“We weren’t exactly together, I couldn’t stop you,” Jimin tries to reason with you, aggravation evident in his tone as he mercilessly fucked his fist. He was close, and from the way your body was jerking, he knew you were close too.

It took the man everything and more to still his hand along his member and stand up from his chair, walking over to you with a sly smirk on his face.

“On your stomach, raise your hips. And tell me, what do you think about when you fuck your pillow?”

You whine and force yourself to pull the pillow from between your legs, leaving it elsewhere as you positioned yourself like he’d asked.

“I think about you..” you whisper, “I think about your tongue— your hands all over me.” You hesitate to say more, but you knew that if you really wanted that orgasm, you had to spill. “I think about milking your cock every night, even before we started fucking,” you cry, pushing yourself back against him. The lack of attention to your weeping cunt was playing up with you, “And I love when you tease me— God, I fucking love it.”

Jimin grins, grabbing ahold of your hips and firmly rutting against you from behind, “Mhm, I’ll give you all that and more,” he smiles contently, positioning the head of his cock at your slick hole, teasing you a little before finally pushing into you and eliciting a low ‘fuck’ from his end.

The air is knocked out of lungs much quicker than you expected, the stretch catching you off guard, even though it wasn’t the first time you’d taken him like this; a clear indication you were yet to get used to his size.

“Been thinking about keeping you all to myself,” he admits, short of breath as he looked down between where your body’s met, “Just had to take my time with you. huh?”

Jimin’s words were going through one ear and out the other. All you could hear was his low grunts and your strained moans. “Oh my God— Jimin,” you force out, your half lidded eyes rolling to the back of your head as your poor cunt took him whole.

“No other man can make you feel as good as I can,” he retorts cockily, digging his nails into your hips once he feels your walls greedily squeeze around him. The action makes the pace of his hips falter, but he’s quick to get back on top of it, “Make sure you fucking remember that.”

You nod diligently. You already knew that his words were the truth and the way he was putting it into practice was taking over your being, almost brainwashing you.

You do him the favour of arching your back a little more, giving Jimin all the more room to hold onto you, but it seemed like he had other plans, using this opportunity to pull out and forcing you turn around to lie on your back. You couldn’t say anything, his arms hooking under your knees to push them up towards your chest before swiftly pushing into you again, thrusting at a pace so ungodly, you were sure you couldn’t handle it.

“Too much, Jimin!” you gasp, turning your head away from him to shield your embarrassing state.

He was quick to notice and grabbed ahold of your cheeks, forcing you to look back at him and he continued to fuck you at his torturous pace, rolling his heels deeper into you, “Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

You couldn’t imagine what you looked like right now, but Jimin could safely say you looked like every man’s wet dream. Your fucked out state had his cock twitching between your soft walls, and you couldn’t help but clench around him, giving him that final push to reach his high.

“I’m close..” you breathe out, shaking your head in a bid to ease yourself of your coming orgasm, but Jimin was adamant on having your full, undivided attention.

“Don’t you dare look away from me,” he says, releasing your knees from its contraption only to have your legs dangle over his shoulders as he brought his thumb down to circle over your clit and using it as leverage to push you towards your orgasm.

And that seemed to do the job. A string of curses fell from your lips as you completely broke down on him, a sheen layer of white making an appearance between your legs which only became more prominent once Jimin slowed down. A visible mix of white had coated his cock as he continued to slowly fuck you in a bid to help you calm down.

Jimin’s jaw fell slack once he decided to pull out of you, leaving a trail of white behind him as he fell to lie beside you,

You both finally established this was more than just a mutual fuck; it was an open-ended gateway for the pair of you to become something more.

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Kiss Me More

Pairing: CEO!Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI

Genre: Arranged Marriage AU, fluff, smut, angst

Word count: 7,285

Summary: You were 7 when you were arranged to marry the younger son of the Mins. However, when the said son returns home from overseas with a pregnant girlfriend, his older brother steps in and takes his place at the altar. There was only one problem, everyone was scared of him. Including you. 

That is, until he walks in unannounced when you're playing with your toy. 

Warning: Min Yoongi and his tongue technology, f.masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), voyeurism, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotective sex (wrap it up, kids!), dirty talking.

Note: I HAD to write it down and get it out of my system. There was no other way to deal with this. 

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The Mins and the L/Ns have been family friends for a long time. The friendship solidified further when Y/N's father and Mr. Min started going to school together. After that, it was just the two of them against the world. So, when Mr. Min's younger son, Eunwoo, and you were born only three days apart, it was decided that both of you were to get married.  

You didn't have a problem with this decision. Eunwoo was a handsome and well-mannered kid, who grew up to be a heartthrob. He was always the center of attention, constantly being praised for those traits by people. It got especially bad after his 21st birthday, it was like he was all people could talk about. 

But Eunwoo has always been a shy kid. Having grown up as friends, he often confided in you about how uncomfortable he felt in the limelight. So you weren't all that surprised when he decided to go out of the country for further studies. 

You had been in touch with him for the entirety of the two years when he was away. So, to say you were positively shocked when he returned with a pregnant girlfriend would be an understatement. 

Everyone was hysterical. You remember his father threatening to throw him and his girlfriend out. You remember at some point, he had plotted to get rid of his girlfriend entirely. You had never been more scared in your entire life. Because before everything, he was your friend. And although he did betray you by getting together with someone else, you found out you didn't particularly care. 

That was when his elder brother, Min Yoongi, stepped in and took charge of things. He got Eunwoo and his girlfriend out of the public eye and settled in whatever part of the country they wanted to give birth in. And even though you revolted profusely against your father's demand that you be married to the heir of the Min Enterprises, it all went to waste when Yoongi agreed to it without any hesitation. 

"You were promised a Min, you must get a Min," your father had said. 

And that was how you were married to the elder son and Heir of the Min Enterprises, Min Yoongi.

~•~

If anyone had asked you which of the brothers would you rather get married to, you would have said Eunwoo without missing a beat. 

That was because he was the kindest, softest, and most sensitive human being out there. He cared about things very deeply and rarely ever did anything to intentionally hurt people. His father always criticized him for it. "You're too soft! You need to learn to be a man!" He would often yell.

But you never saw it as a flaw. In your eyes, it was a virtue only the rarest of angels possessed. 

Yoongi, on the other hand, had always intimidated you. Everyone at school was scared of him. He would often get into physical fights. He did not get along with his father at all and had, against his wishes, started working part-time as a delivery boy. He was the complete opposite of the calm Eunwoo. Nobody would ever be able to tell that they were related. 

As you all grew up, you started seeing less and less of him around. You later learned that he had moved out of the family house and was living somewhere away from the family mansion. He did end up joining his father in the office. "It's only to make sure Appa retires faster and gets out of our hair," Eunwoo had said jokingly. 

If you had thought he was intimidating before, he had turned a hundred times worse after growing up. He was quieter, didn't speak unless it was absolutely necessary and even then his sharp tongue was enough to make anyone cry. His feline eyes always seemed to be staring into your soul. 

Not that you would know. Despite being a very prominent part of his brother's life, Min Yoongi had never once looked at you. 

Until that day when he announced he would marry you. 

You swore you stopped breathing for a second when his intense dark eyes landed on you, staring at you as he announced, "I will marry her."

You had felt things inside that you had never felt before. Your mind filled itself up with images that would make the devil blush. You were thankful when he looked away because you found yourself incapable of doing so yourself. 

But that was the only time he had looked at you. You were sure he didn't even look at you when you walked down the aisle for him, not even when you took your place in front of him at the altar, not even when you two said your vows, and not even when the Priest announced that he could kiss the bride. 

He didn't. He didn't kiss the bride. 

At least not in the way you had wanted to. He just leaned in and kissed your cheek. Everyone thought it was cute, Min Yoongi, the man everyone feared kissing his young and seemingly innocent wife on the cheek. 

Except you weren't as innocent as everyone thought. You wanted him to grab your face and kiss the daylights out of you. You wanted him to claim you as his. 

You weren't even sure when you started having these feelings for him, but you do know that it made you burn with longingness for him. 

But you should have known that you were the only one longing for him, that a cheek on the cheek was all you were going to get. The minute you two reached back to his penthouse, he had all but left you alone after letting you know that the maid would help you settle in. And she did help to settle you—in a different bedroom, the one next to your husband's. She very kindly let you know that you were free to do whatever you wanted, just to never enter your husband's study. Nobody was allowed in there. 

You remember thanking her before locking yourself in the room, cursing yourself for wanting a man who wanted nothing to do with you. 

~•~

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months but nothing changed between the two of you. The mornings started with you having your breakfast in silence. If you're lucky, he would join you, or else, more often than not, he would be gone by the time you wake up. This morning, however, the two of you happened to wake up at the same time. You tried not to show your surprise when he walked out, already dressed in his suit and pants. "Good morning, sir," the maid said, to which she received a grunt. 

Over the time you have stayed with him, you have learned that Min Yoongi was a man of few words. He communicates more through gestures. "Your graduation is next week, isn't it?" He asked you as he read something on his tablet.

"Yes," you said, not at all surprised that he remembered. He knew everything. From your dog's birthday to your admission dates, he remembered everything. He was just perfect like that. 

"Is there anything specific you would like for that day?" He asked, still not looking at you. 

You, you wanted to say. It wasn't fair. You wished he was an inconsiderate asshole, then at least you could hate him. But no, he had to be kind and sensitive. He just didn't look at you the way you looked at him. You sometimes wished you could still see him as the cold CEO brother of Eunwoo. You sighed, shaking your head. 

"How about that trip across Europe you and your friends wanted? The one your friend wouldn't stop talking about when she came over?" You looked at him in surprise. Your friends loved him! They all clearly had the hots for him too and wouldn’t stop throwing themselves over him whenever they could.

God damn it. That was a good one. You could ask him for that. Or you could make the trip with your own, hard-earned money, which wasn't a lot considering you got it off an internship. Yeah, you decided, you would keep your pride. If he couldn't give you himself, then you didn't want anything else from him. "No, I have got it covered." 

He nodded. "If you need anything, let me know." 

"Yes, sir." You muttered, throwing your plate in the sink. "But even you couldn't give me what I want." 

That caught his attention. "Try me," He said. 

"Trust me, I want to." You said under your breath, walking away. You thought he didn't hear you. How could he? You said it so quietly. 

But he did. You were too busy sulking to notice the way his eyebrows shot up high on his forehead in surprise. He probably heard you wrong. There was no way you would say something like that. Yeah, that was it. 

Why would you say something like that? You didn't even like Yoongi. At least that's what he thought. You were such an angel, a sweetheart, who was more fitted to marry someone like his brother. And you would have, had he not fucked up. 

He couldn't imagine how heartbroken you must have been when Eunwoo returned with another girl. You two were always joined by the hip growing up. He knew how obsessed Eunwoo was with you. It didn't matter what time of the day it was, if something happened, he had to tell you. He had no idea where this other girl came from.

Yoongi also wasn't oblivious to the fact that you were scared of him. He still remembered how as kids, whenever you would catch sight of him, you would press yourself closer to Eunwoo. 

You were fragile. He was not. You guys were clearly not a good pair. If he were to touch you, he knew he would break you. Not that you wanted him to touch you, obviously. You needed someone who would treat you like a princess. Which was probably why you weren't happy in this marriage. Yoongi wanted to give you time to heal from a broken heart. He wanted to be your friend. He knew he might not be what you wanted but he really wanted to try. But he didn't know how to talk to you. 

He sighed, rubbing his forehead when his work phone rang. Well, that was a problem for the future him. Right now, duty calls.

~•~

You saw him. And your heart skipped a beat. There he was in his black suit, away from the crowd with flowers in his hands, waiting for you to step down the stage with your degree. 

When you woke up in the morning, you were disappointed to know that he was nowhere to be seen. When the maid told you that he had left early for the office, you couldn't help the tears pooling in your eyes. It was the single most important day of your life. Everyone's loved ones were going to be there. Well, everyone but you. Your parents were out of town. Of course, they couldn't be bothered to attend their only daughter's graduation ceremony. You thought maybe Yoongi would attend, for formality's sake. But of course, even he couldn't be bothered. 

When Eunwoo called to congratulate you, all he heard were controllable sobs from your end. He felt terrible knowing that you were going to the ceremony on your own. 

Was that why he was here? Oh, no. You would be so embarrassed if Yoongi was attending because Eunwoo asked him to. 

You carefully stepped down the steps and walked towards your husband. You could see how much attention he drew to himself even when he was standing in the shadows. You hated how every girl was ogling at him and there was nothing you could do about it. It made something burn inside you. 

The fire was so intense, that even his small, but the heart-melting smile couldn't put it off. You were blinded by jealousy, which was probably why you didn’t notice your husband staring at you in awe.

Yoongi couldn't believe how breathtaking you looked. He knew you were beautiful but today, you looked just like a princess out of a Disney movie. He couldn't see what type of dress you were wearing because of the ceremony gown you wore, but he could see it was baby blue, your favorite color. Your long hair fell down your shoulders in perfect curls and your face was glowing. 

You looked so happy on stage. His heart ached inside his chest when the smile he had come to admire so much fell off your face the minute you saw him. Did you not want him there? 

He woke up early and finished all his work so he could spend the rest of the day with you, but not once did he think of asking if you already had plans. He smiled when you walked to him, giving you the flowers he got for you. "Congratulations, Y/N." It took him a minute to realize that you looked different, fierce. Did he do something to make you angry? He tried to think of everything that has happened in the past few days but couldn't think of anything. 

“Enjoying the attention, Mr. Min?” You asked. He frowned. Where was that coming from? He noticed you glaring at someone to his right. He followed your eyes to find a young lady staring at him. He turned back to you, not understanding what was upsetting you so much. It wasn’t until you barked at the stranger did it click. “What are you looking at?” You asked the poor girl, looking beyond enraged. 

Were you, perhaps, jealous?

A spark of hope lit up in his heart. Maybe you two weren’t entirely lost, maybe you could still make it work? Not if it’s not yours, he wanted to say but found himself unable to do so. And then it was too late. 

“Hyung?” He looked to his left and found himself face-to-face with his younger brother. Dressed in a black suit with a baby blue tie, the same shade that matched his wife’s dress, he smiled up at his older brother. “We thought you wouldn’t make it.” He said, putting an arm around his best friend’s waist. 

“Why wouldn’t I be at my wife’s graduation ceremony?” Yoongi asked sharply, clenching his jaw when you didn’t push Eunwoo’s arm away. Why were you okay with this? Couldn’t you see how inappropriate this was? You should be wrapped around his arms, not his brother’s. You were his wife. What the fuck was he doing here anyway? Did you call him? Did you think that he wasn’t coming and thought it was the perfect opportunity to invite an ex-flame? 

What the fuck was he thinking? This was his brother he was talking about, the one who had a pregnant girlfriend waiting for him. Did she know he was meeting up with the woman he was going to marry? Were you two still talking? Were you still in love with him?

He felt like he was going to burst. 

“That’s great, Hyung! Come, join us for dinner.” Eunwoo, who was oblivious to his elder brother’s boiling jealousy, said. 

“No,” Yoongi refused, “I just came to congratulate Y/N. I have to go back. There’s a lot of work pending.” 

Of course, he did! You thought bitterly. When Eunwoo opened his mouth to protest, you stopped him. “Let him go. He is a busy man and doesn’t have time for such mundane events.” You then turned to him with a fake smile that cut right through his heart, “Thank you, Yoongissi. I appreciate the gesture.”

You might as well have slapped him across the face. 

But Yoongi didn’t let it show just how much your coldness affected him. He simply nodded before leaving you to celebrate with the man you probably wanted all along.

~•~

A week went by since the incident. You were still extremely hurt by the fact that Yoongi didn’t even bother to stay after the ceremony. That was how little you meant to him. You placed the bag you got on your bed, blushing when you thought of what was inside. You had gone out with your girlfriends to celebrate the break-up of one of them with their toxic partner. She wanted to end the night by getting everyone little souvenirs in the form of matching vibrators. Why that specifically? “Well, your girl needs something to fill her coochie if she really plans to lay off dick for a while.” She said mischievously. And that was how you ended up with a purple, sparkling vibrator. 

But you didn’t want a sparkling bunny vibrator, you wanted your husband’s dick.

You groaned, throwing yourself on the bed. “Why? God, why?” you yelled into your pillow. 

“Y/N?” You looked up when you heard his deep husky voice from the door. He was in his pajamas and looked like he had just woken up. “Did you just come home?” He asked, trying to adjust to the bright lights of your room. “Do you know what time it is?”

You rolled your eyes. No, you didn’t know what time it was but you knew it was late. Very late. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know there was a curfew.”

He frowned at your attitude. He couldn’t understand why you were so salty all of a sudden. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t he be the one who was upset? You were the one who called your ex to your graduation ceremony! But he forgot all about his anger when you stumbled towards him. He caught you before you could meet the floor, realizing that you were probably drunk. 

You gasped when you felt his cold hands around you as he held you against his chest. You looked up at his face, wondering what it would be to kiss his soft lips.

Yoongi’s cheeks turned red. There weren’t a lot of things that left him feeling flustered, but your little drunken confession left him fumbling for words. “W-what?” 

You blinked. Did you say that out loud?

The corners of his lips turned up as he let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, you did.”

“Well, I do.” You confess, the alcohol in your system turning you braver than you actually were. “I had wanted to kiss you since the day you agreed to marry me.”

He looked at you like you had grown a third head. “What?” He asked. 

“I…” you trailed, touching his lips with your fingertips. He leaned closer to your touch, feeling his lips burning under your feather-like touch. “Why don’t you want me?” You asked, feeling an overpowering urge to cry. You pulled away, feeling heavy with dejection. 

“I don’t want you? Y/N…” he stopped, reminding himself that you were drunk. You probably didn’t even mean half the things you said. What if you were mistaking him for someone else? His heart probably won’t be able to take it. So, he let it go. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right? 

You ran to the bathroom to throw out all the money you spent that night. Yoongi followed as well, making sure to hold your hair up and rub your back as you threw out your insides. He stayed to help you clean up after, letting you change into comfortable attire for sleeping in. Well, more like giving the clothes to you and turning away so you could change. He refused to take advantage of your state. 

After tucking you in, he had made up his mind that it was time you both needed to have an honest conversation because you two were clearly on different pages. He knew he would probably have to put his heart on the line but he didn’t care. He couldn’t let you continue thinking that he didn’t want you. 

Just as he was able to leave, he tripped over the bag that had fallen off the bed. All of its content spilled out on the floor. He cursed under his breath, collecting everything and putting it back into the bag. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he picked up the brand-new vibrator. 

A couple of indecent images flashed in his mind of you using it. The most prominent one and the one that was making all his blood rush downtown was the one in which you were laying on the bed naked and spread like an eagle. Your hair was spread in beautiful curls under you as you moaned while fucking yourself with the purple toy. 

Better yet, he could imagine bending you over as he fucks you. He just knows you'd make the sweetest sounds. Jesus, the things he would do to you. 

He let out a string of curses when he felt his member turning hard. How were you able to do absolutely nothing and still turn him on?

He never thought he would be jealous of an inanimate object. What has his life come to? 

He sighed, putting the toy back into the bag, before placing it where he had found it. You didn’t need to know he saw that. You would probably be embarrassed. 

The damage, however, was done. The image of you fucking yourself with the pretty-looking vibrator was burned into his mind. He bit his lip as he palm himself through the pants. He couldn't stop himself from wondering what you would look like on your knees, what your hands would feel like, how your tongue would feel like. That was it, he was done waiting. He wanted you. The question was, did you want him, too? He didn't know. But he was going to find out. 

However, the next day when he woke up, you were nowhere to be seen.

~•~

You peeked inside to check if Yoongi was home. You sighed when you saw his work shoes were gone, along with his trench coat. Great! 

It's been a little over a week since you have been avoiding him. You still cannot believe you made a fool of yourself in front of him. Why did you confess? What was wrong with you? 

It wouldn't have been so bad had he confessed too. But he didn't. He didn't say anything. He didn't even deny it when you said he didn't want you. You had never felt this hurt before. But you couldn't really blame him. You couldn't help who you get attached to.

You really, really wish he hadn't taken care of you when you got sick. Couldn't he have mercy on you and just let you be? You get it! He wasn't into you. Why would he? He needed a strong, independent woman by his arm, not an amateur like you. 

Someone who wore bold colors and looked good in his arms. You observed, frowning at the stupid pastel-colored dress you were wearing. You huffed, pulling it over your head and throwing it across the room. You looked so weak and pathetic. No wonder everyone babies you. You sulked as you stared at the baby blue matching set of panties and bra that you were wearing. 

You bet the women he was into wore more daring lingerie, the kind that made them look like a predator instead of prey. You had one of those, but it had never seen the light of the day until now. You pulled it out of your wardrobe, running your hand across the see-through satin fabric, wondering what it would feel like against your skin. 

Before you knew it, you found yourself putting it on. You looked at yourself in the mirror in awe. The material felt… erotic, on you. 

You quickly put on your classic black Christian Louboutin and stared at the woman looking back at you in the mirror. Yep, this was the kind of woman he was into; bold, confident, and wild. 

You ran your hand down your breasts, feeling yourself. Closing your eyes, you imagined what his hands would feel like. You flickered your nipples over your bra, imagining his fingers being the ones teasing you instead. You thought about that night and how hard his body felt against you. You wondered how his naked torso would feel against yours. 

You felt your wetness starting to drip out of you, staining the satiny material of the thong. You cupped your heat, rubbing your thighs together for some sort of relief. Well, it looked like you were going to spend the rest of the day with your hand down your pants. But you knew it wasn't going to be enough. It was never enough. But then you remembered. 

The bag! 

You pulled it out from under the bed and looked at the sparkly bunny vibrator. You felt another wave of arousal hit you when you turned it on. You knew you were going to have fun with it. 

~•~

If there was one thing that was driving Yoongi crazy, it was this invisible wall between the two of you. He couldn't stand it any longer. But you kept making it difficult to talk to you. He wasn't a fool. He knew you were avoiding him. And he was sick of it. If he were to catch hold of you now, then God save you because he wasn't sure what he would do to you. 

He was so fucking fed up with chasing after you that he seriously contemplated tying you down in one place. Preferably your bed. With your legs apart. Torturing your sweet pussy to coax confessions out of you.

He stopped when he heard a sound coming from your room. There was a light buzzing, followed by what was unmistakably your moans. 

He didn't want to, no, it would be inappropriate but his legs started moving on his own accord till he was in front of your door. It was only half open but he could see you perfectly. 

And oh my god, what a sight!

You were wearing nothing but your lingerie, spread out on the bed with your eyes shut. Your mouth was gaping open as you moaned out the prettiest sounds he had ever heard. One of your hands was gripping the sheets while the other was busy thrusting the pretty vibrator in and out of your pussy. You hadn’t even gotten rid of your thong, just pushed it to the side. You cried out whenever the small head of the vibrator made contact with your clit. 

Yoongi felt like himself growing inside his pants. He felt like a pervert. This was so wrong. This was a private moment. He shouldn't be intruding on it. 

Summoning whatever self-control he had, he took a step back. He was about to turn around and walk away when he heard it. "Yoongi…" you gasped out. Did he hear it right? Your eyes were still closed so there was no way you saw him. You were so lost in it, he knew you weren't aware of his presence. 

Were you… thinking of him? 

"Yoongi, yes…" you said again. 

That did it. 

All the blood rushed straight to his cock. With all his reasoning lost, he knocked on the door. 

You gasped when you heard the knock, struggling to cover yourself with the sheets. Was the maid back? You thought, horrified. What you didn't expect was for the man you were fantasizing about to be leaning against your door frame with his hands crossed in front of him. Your heart stopped beating inside your chest when you caught the very dark look in his eyes. "What are you doing, precious?" He asked.

His deep voice had your pussy clenching around nothing. You bit your lip, resisting the urge to reach for your vibrator again. You gripped the sheet tighter against your chest as your heart pounded violenting inside it. You opened your mouth to say something but the minute he started taking small steps toward you, you found yourself incapable of doing so. Was he mad? He was mad. He looked mad. 

He picked up the vibrator that was still buzzing from where you threw it, turning it off. "I asked a question, doll." He said, looking at you again. 

You felt all the blood rushing to your cheeks as when you saw your vibrator, still sleek with your juices, in his hand. "I…" you what? 

"Were you playing with yourself?" He asked, his fingers sliding up the purple toy, gathering the wetness there, all the while still looking at you. 

"Y-yes." You stuttered. 

He curved the two wet fingers, asking you to come forward. You did as he said, opening your mouth and taking his digits in, making sure to clean him up with your tongue. His pupils dilated further as you sucked him clean. In a blink of an eye, his fingers were gone. You didn't get time to mourn the loss, however, when he grabbed your jaw and smashed his lips against yours. 

You couldn't believe it was finally happening. His soft lips molded perfectly against yours, just like you knew they would. You moaned when he bit your bottom lip, sucking it between his lips before letting go. 

He stepped away entirely, leaving you confused. He pulled the chair from the dressing away and turned it around before sitting on it so that he was facing you. "Continue, then." He said. 

You looked at him In confusion. "What…?" You asked timidly. 

"Show me how you play with yourself." 

Your face burned again with shame. You weren't sure if he was being serious or if this was a joke. But one look at his face confirmed that he was, indeed, serious. 

You had no idea what possessed you but if this devilishly delicious specimen of a man wanted you to play with yourself, then who were you to resist? You let go of the sheet covering yourself. You were still wearing your bra; and your thong, though ruined, was still very much on you. You saw his eyes following your every move as you undid the bra, letting it fall down your torso. You wanted to blame the cold air for how hard your nipples were but you knew you were fooling no one. Not when your panties were practically soaking with your juices. You wasted no time in taking it off you and throwing it somewhere in the room. 

You had to admit, you were a little turned off by how shamelessly your husband was checking you out. You spread your legs wide for him to see just how wet and needy you were. You played with your breasts as your pussy clenched around nothing, tugging and pulling at your nipples. You loved torturing the poor things. One of your hands found itself in between your legs, playing with your clit. You could see the tent in his pants. You loved knowing how affected he was. You did it to him. You turned him on. 

A moan slipped past your lips when your fingers found your needy hole. You fucked your fingers in and out of you, imagining them to be his long fingers. You had a fetish for his hands. "Oh, God…" you groaned. "It's not enough…" you whined, looking at the man who looked like he wanted to devour you. But that stubborn man didn't move. "Please…" you begged but he still didn't move. You kept fucking yourself with the fingers. You closed your eyes and cried out in frustration because you wanted more. "Yoongi… please. I want you." 

The minute the words left your mouth, you felt your wrist being pushed away from your gaping hole. He grabbed your legs and dragged you towards the edge of the bed, sitting down so that he was at eye-level with your dripping pussy. "Is that right?" He asked, caressing your inner thighs, and placing a small kiss on them. "you want me?" He further asked, his fingers inching closer to the place you wanted him the most. 

"Yes!" You nodded enthusiastically. He smirked at your reaction. Tracing his finger from your clit all the way down to your pussy, he rubbed the wetness all around. You sighed, blissfully, shivering whenever he rubbed your clit. You were feeling so sensitive. 

"Is that why you're so wet, baby?" He asked, circling around your opening, driving you insane. 

"Yes!" You froze for a couple of seconds, shivering in pleasure when you felt his sinful tongue running from your pussy all the way up to the clit. "Yess, oh god…" 

"Hmm, sweet, just like I thought." He said, pushing a single digit inside you, followed by another. "What was my brother doing at your graduation?" He asked casually as he continued pushing his digits in and out of your hole at an agonizingly slow pace.

"What?" You asked, taken completely by surprise. You wiggled your hips, trying to get his fingers in you deeper. You knew he could go deeper. You gasped when he smacked your inner thigh, stilling immediately.

"Behave," he said in that deep voice of his. The vibrations from his voice went straight to your core. "I asked a question." He said, kissing the spot he smacked. The feather-like kisses against the tingling flesh made you groan. He was teasing you. You hated it. 

"I thought you weren't coming." You answered. 

"So, you decided to call my brother?" He asked, scissoring his fingers inside you. 

"No," you whimpered. "He called me to congratulate me. He felt bad that no one was coming so he came along."

"He felt bad, did he?" He asked, sounding surprisingly bitter. "Did he feel bad enough to take you to bed?"

"What?" You asked. "No! I don't even see him like that! He is just a friend." 

He scoffed, pushing his fingers deep inside you, curving it upwards to massage a sweet spot there. "Right. A friend you were going to marry." 

"Yoongi…" you grabbed the sheets beside you as your whole body tingled with pleasure. "but nothing happened between us. We were always just friends." 

"Is that why you looked so cozy in his arms?" 

You grabbed his arm which was torturing you. He had pressed his fingers to the roof of your walls and was playing with your clit with his thumb. "Oh, my God, Yoongi stop, I will—" you cried out when he took his fingers out completely and pushed his tongue inside you, caressing and massaging your greedy walls. 

He moaned when your pussy clenched around his tongue as he thrust it in and out of your cunt while his thumb played mercilessly with your clit. 

Your back arched as the coil inside your stomach broke. You cried out his name as your orgasm took over your body, making you shiver uncontrollably. He fucked you with his tongue through your orgasm. Only when he was satisfied did he back away. 

He kissed you deeply like he was trying to mark your soul. You could taste yourself on his tongue but you didn't mind at all. You moaned when he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him in closer, making him moan. 

He pulled away, kissing down your jaw, biting it teasingly. His dark pants had a wet spot on the crotch area because of how much pre-cum he was leaking. That was the hottest thing he had seen in his entire life. He groaned, burying his face in your neck when you rubbed yourself against his dick. 

"You're jealous," you said, smiling at him teasingly.

His heart flipped around inside his chest happily. He made you smile. You were smiling at him. Then he narrowed his eyes when he remembered what you said. "Of course, I'm jealous." He said, "You're mine."

You felt yourself getting wet again when he bit a sweet spot on your neck, moaning out his name. "Then why don't you claim me?" You asked, feeling sad all of a sudden. "You wouldn't even look at me!" 

"I was giving you space, baby." He said, kissing down your neck. "But now I know that was a mistake." He said, his arms finding your breasts, cupping them. 

You sighed in contentment when he did that. God knows how much they were craving attention. "God, you're beautiful." He whispered before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the hard bud. "I'm always looking at you, princess. You just don't see me look away." He confessed, biting it before suckling on it. 

Your head spun with his confession and the various sensations he was subjecting you to. He chuckled when you tried to say something but it made absolutely no sense. He released the nipple to go torture the other one. "What was that, baby?" He asked.

"Want you." You repeated. 

"Yeah?" He asked, cooing at the way your lips jutted out to form a pout. "Want me? Is that why you were fucking yourself, precious?" He asked, tugging at your nipples with his fingers. You whimpered, nodding your head. He bit his lips. He was starting to lose control. You looked so fucking corruptible. "Were you thinking of my brother as you pushed the toy inside you? Huh?" 

"No!" You whined, tugging at his hair to meet his eyes, annoyed that he was bringing him up again. He smiled at how adorable you were. Maybe he should make you mad more often. "I was thinking of you." You admitted.

He wanted to hear you say that all day every day. "Yeah? What were you thinking about?" He asked, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall. 

You traced his abdomen, enjoying the feeling of his hard skin under your fingers. "I fantasized about licking your chest." You said. He smirked, pushing your hand away gently before undoing his belt. "I also thought of sucking your cock." He closed his eyes and swore when he felt his dick twitch. Who would've thought an angel like you had just a dirty mouth? He kicked his pants off as you continue, "I also thought about you bending me over on the dining table in the morning and just fucking me." He bit his lip, rubbing his painfully hard dick over the boxers. He has thought about that too. He quickly got rid of the underwear. 

He watched your eyes darkening when you looked at his member. You licked your lips as he stroked himself slowly, watching you as he did so. "I thought about you fucking me in the living room, balcony, shower, car, bedroom, every fucking surface, and against every wall in the house." You continued as he climbed back onto the bed again, taking place between your legs. 

"Is that so?" He asked, rubbing his tip against your pussy. You moaned, reaching for him. He leaned down to kiss your mouth. "You sound like you're a slut for me, baby. Is that what you want to be? Huh?"

"Yes, I want to be your cumdump. I want you to fuck me and cum in me whenever you want. I want to be yours. Just yours." 

He groaned, flipping you on your stomach. His hand found its way to your throat, not gripping just resting there as he pushed his entire length inside you. You both moaned together at the feeling. "Fuck, you're tight."

You clenched even more around him, loving how he filled you up. He spanked your ass. "Don't tease me, baby. I've reached my limit with you." He warned, biting your ear. 

"Then teach me a lesson." You said, clenching yourself around him again, making him groan again.

"If that's what you want, my love." He said in your ear. That was all the warning you got before he pulled all the way out and slammed back inside you, causing you to jolt forward from the impact. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked, slamming himself again and again into you. 

You cried out into your pillow, unable to find the words to tell him just how much you were loving it. The hand on your throat pulled you towards him till your back was arched against his chest, spanking your ass again. You moaned, wiggling against him. "I asked a question, love." He asked again, still fucking you deeply. 

"Yes!" You screamed. "This is what I wanted, oh fuck!" 

He let go of you, letting you fall on the bed again as he gripped your hips and thrust his cock inside you at a pace that had you screaming into your pillow. "Shit, you're so fucking tight." 

He put one of his legs around you. Your legs shook from how deep he was thrusting inside you. His hand found your throat again as he growled, "You're mine. Only mine." 

"Yes!" You agreed, enjoying the slight pressure he was applying on it. "I'm yours. Only yours!" 

"I'm not sharing you with anyone." He said, pulling your face back to plant a kiss on your lips, "not even my brother. Understood?" 

"Yeah," You sobbed breathlessly, whimpering under him as he squeezed a little harder.

"No more running away, you get it?" He said, biting your shoulders as he continued pistoling his manhood inside you. 

"Yes!" You managed to say.

"And no more toys without me," he said, his other hand reaching down to pinch your clit, "Only I get to play with you." 

You nodded your head, not really hearing him at this point. The way he was fucking into you, along with his fingers on your clit and the way he squeezed your throat were all too much for you. The coil inside your stomach was tightening again. Your mind went blank due to all the sensations. He groaned when he felt your walls tightening around him. "Cum for me, baby." He said.

You screamed his name the moment he let go of your neck and your orgasm hit you like a tsunami, leaving you a shaking mess underneath him. It was the kind that had you seeing stars in broad daylight/

"Fuck," he cursed, his thrusts stuttering as he chased his own release. You craned your neck and kissed him when you felt him shoot rope after rope of cum deep inside you, painting your insides white. He moaned into your mouth, thrusting into your pussy till the end. 

You turned around in his arms, luring him to lay beside you. You put your head on his chest. He sighed, wrapping his arms around you. "Stay like this for a little while." You pleaded. 

He kissed the top of your head. "I'll stay like this for as long as you want." 

You smiled, feeling your eyes burning. He looked at you when he felt something wet and warm against his chest. He took your face in his palms, looking at you in concern. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? I swear, Y/N! You should have said something, let me see! Where does it hurt?" 

You chuckled at his concern. "I'm fine." 

He frowned. "Then why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?" 

"I thought you didn't want me." 

He looked at you like you had grown a third head. He then chuckled softly, kissing your nose before confessing, "I thought you didn't want me, too." 

"Well, we are idiots." You said. 

You fell into a comfortable silence, until he suddenly said, "We are doing it in the bathroom next." 

"Stop—" you protested as your own words came back to you, making him chuckle in delight.

“Thank you for being my reason to look forward to the next day.”

—

he is just walking…

he's a dream

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 17.

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; 6,695

warnings/includes (!) mentions of homophobia, a father-daughter heart to heart, another heart to heart with Seokjin, therapy mentions, season two’s HEA 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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