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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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 11.

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; 9,120

warnings for this chapter (!) Seokjin’s mom plays matchmaker 😬, as Yuna will say it’s one step forward, two steps backwards this chapter, but we still have cute moments, one (1) public erection, very mild angst(?) more like a little melodrama, a small mildly evil cliff hanger because it’s been a while

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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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?”

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jinaconda

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SEOKJIN: PTD ON STAGE LA

only you (01) | kim taehyung

chapter one: forgiveness, maybe

➛ pairing: taehyung x female reader

➛ genre: angst, eventual smut, college au, unrequited love au, friends to possible lovers au, fuckboy au, slow burn

➛ summary: taehyung attempts to apologize for last night—by taking you out on a romantic dinner.

➛ warnings: angst, swearing, possible jealous tae?, video sex (someone sends a video to tae), fingering, very brief daddy kink, tiny mention of friends with benefits relationship, taehyung is kinda a bad friend but is still trying

➛ word count: 1,620 words

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jinaconda

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