// My Plus One | Ksj [one-shot]

// my plus one | ksj [one-shot]

→ title: my plus one | one-shot

→ pairing: assistant!jin x ceo!f.reader

→ genre: fake dating!au, fluff, romance, idiots-to-lovers

→ word count: 10.2k (oops!)

→ rating: PG-13

→ warnings: kissing, alcohol consumption, swearing, namjoon is a toxic ex-bf, banter, hawaii wedding, shirtless jin (visual), a bit of angst

→ summary: when you and jin have weddings to attend, you decide to help one another by agreeing to being each other's plus ones.

→ a/n: this is for @thebtswritersclub summer project under the theme of 'beach'

→ playlist

→ read on ao3 | wattpad

An ivory envelope sat in front of you, on it in beautiful handwritten calligraphy was the name of an old childhood best friend getting married. But this time, it was a destination wedding.

It's that time in your life when friends were getting married and having kids. You, on the other hand, weren't even in a relationship, let alone not even close to having kids. It started to annoy you, glaring at the question on the RSVP card.

M__________________

_____ Accepts with pleasure

______ Number Attending 

_____ Regretfully declines

The dreaded RSVP card. You weren't sure how many times you've checked off regretfully declines just so that you didn't have to attend a wedding with no plus one. But this was a wedding that couldn't be avoided because it was one of your oldest friends getting married. Recently, the pair of you reconnected and she told you she ‘had’ to have you at her wedding.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Jin asked when he stepped into your office.

You sighed and leaned your back against the chair, “Another wedding invitation.”

“You gonna say no again?” He smirked because as your assistant he knew way too much about your personal life.

You gave Jin the side-eye. He needed a life, instead of sticking his nose in yours. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t. “Can’t…it’s an old friend and I have to go.”

Jin stood next to you, leaning against your desk. “Sucks to be you, boss,” he said in a singsong voice. It was starting to become a routine for your assistant to snoop around when he was bored in the office, and wanted to avoid his responsibilities. He’d come to your office, hoping your life was more interesting than his.

“Please remind me why I hired you again?”

“Because I’m Worldwide Handsome and you need me.”

You sneered at his comment. “Well, speak of the devil. She’s calling me,” you glared at Jin to leave, “I’ll tell you the scoop afterward.”

He quickly stepped out of your office, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, Cass!” You answered in the most chipper tone, you couldn’t recognize the person you became when you talked to old friends, made you almost wanna gag.

“Did you get the invitation to my wedding?”

“Yeah, yeah, I got the invite. Thanks again. You really didn’t need to invite me.”

You hated weddings with a passion, but you knew there was no way out of this one. Should you have said no when she asked you out for coffee? Probably…but you hadn’t seen one of your oldest friends in years and wanted to catch up. Damn you for being so curious about her life.

“Yee! It’ll be in Hawaii in the most beautiful location, and a lot of our old friends are going to be there too. It’ll be like a big college reunion. And, oh my gosh, you’re bringing a date right?”

“Yeah, yup, I’m…coming and bringing a date…” You said, lying through your teeth. Why? Why did she have to call you right now? Did she have a tracker on this invitation or something?

“I can’t wait to meet your man…or woman! What’s his–her–their name?”

“Oh, uh, who? My date?” you answered, peering out through the glass window at your assistant who was now playing games on his phone. “Um, I’m gonna bring my boyfriend, Jin,” you stupidly blurted out, and then smacked your forehead with the palm of your hand. Why the hell did you name your assistant as your boyfriend?!

“Ooh! Jin? Sounds very mysterious…I gotta head out but I just wanted to call and make sure you got the invite. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

You apprehensively chuckled before saying goodbye to Cass. Jin cocked his eyebrow when you motioned for him to come back in, automatically nuzzling your head in the folds of your arms on your desk, repeatedly saying, ‘stupid, stupid, stupid.'

“That bad huh?” Jin teased, continuing to scroll through his phone. He always wondered why it was always so hard for you to find a date, it’s not like you weren’t attractive, maybe it was because you were picky.

You mumbled something indistinct. Jin leaned over to try and make out what you were saying, “Huh?”

Sitting back up, you lolled your head against the chair. “I stupidly told my friend Cass that I had a date…and that…”

Jin took a seat in the chair facing your desk, “And that what?”

“And that I said you were my boyfriend,” you confessed, covering your agony with your hands. There was no response from Jin, so you peered through your fingers to see if he was still there.

You’re not sure what came over you, but hearing Cassie go on and on about this and that, you wanted to make it sound like your life wasn’t pathetic. So, you panicked, telling her Jin was your boyfriend. He was the first person you saw when you looked over, it wasn’t your fault - it was his! If someone else was there instead of Jin, you surely would have named that person instead.

“Say something…anything.”

Jin straightened his posture, “I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend…” Your eyes widened. Was he going to agree to this? “If you also pretend to be my girlfriend for my brother’s wedding.”

Holy shit. You were not expecting this sudden turn of events. Scratching the back of your head, you asked, “You,” pointing at him, “Want me,” pointing to yourself, “…to be your girlfriend?” You asked, pointing back at him again. You wanted to make sure you heard him correctly or if you were daydreaming.

“Pretend girlfriend, yes,” Jin stressed, wanting to make it known this whole ordeal would be, indeed, fake. "But in addition to agreeing to be your pretend boyfriend, I’ll also need a year-end bonus AND you have to say yes whenever I need a day off."

You narrowed your eyes, giving him a 'really' look. As if you didn't pay him well or practically let him do whatever he wanted around the office. "Fine."

This could work, you thought to yourself. Because no old high school friends knew what you were up to, thanks to your non-existent presence on social media, and you’d probably never see any of them ever again after Cass’ wedding.

And the same goes for Jin, his family was so busy that they never bothered to become involved with Jin’s life. He was hired during the pandemic, so none of his family had ever met you.

This is perfect! Two weddings to get through and it’ll be peachy!

“So…you’re not mad I lied?”

“Ha!” He scoffed. “Hardly. This is better for me, so I don’t have to find a date on my own. You’re a genius. I have no idea why I didn’t think of this earlier.”

“Did Mr. Kim Seokjin just call me a genius?” You teased, flipping your hair back and forth. The pair of you had a funny work relationship. He charmed the pants off of you when he applied to be your assistant, and you just knew the two of you would get along perfectly.

He glared at you, “Don’t let it get to your head.”

You took out your phone and went straight to the recorder app. “Wait, say it again. Tell me I’m a genius,” you teased him. It was hard to get a compliment out of this man, even though you knew he absolutely adored you. He was just never going to say it to your face.

Jin stared blankly at you, unwilling to say what he just said mere seconds ago. He knew you knew it, but he was stubborn when it came to giving out compliments.

Tapping on your phone, you joked, “You’re looking at the woman who pays your bills,” playfully giving him the once-over. Lucky for you, since you owned your own business, you could charge whatever you wanted and work when you wanted.

“Are you my sugar mama? Can I tell people that?”

You rolled your eyes at him. Maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to this little arrangement, because now he’d probably make your life a living hell, but you’re desperate and the wedding is next weekend. There’s no way you’d find a date so quickly.

Pursing your lips, you sighed, “Fine. I’ll let you tell people that, but are you sure that’s something you want to be proud of?”

“It’s the 21st-century boss. Of course, my girlfriend can provide for me. I’m not ashamed,” he grinned. Jin was a modern man and didn't care for tradition, unlike his family.

“Fake girlfriend,” you reiterated with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jin said, waving you off. He knew the implication of the whole deal.

Well, you didn’t want to waste time since the wedding was just around the corner. There were many things to do: find a dress, buy your flights, book your hotel, rent a car, pack, etc. 

But of course…there needed to be ground rules for the two of you, in case either one of you decided to stupidly catch feelings or anything. cough*jin*cough

"We should set ground rules,” you said, opening up your laptop to a blank Google doc.

"Why? You gonna fall in love with me or something?"

You scoffed. "I highly, highly, highly doubt that. It's more so that you don't fall in love with me."

"I highly, highly, highly doubt that," he taunted your own words back at you.

"Okay, rule number one: no kissing.”

Jin scoffed, “Who is going to believe we’re together if we don’t kiss? That makes no sense.”

You sat there thinking about the rule you just tried to enforce. Well, fuck. “Okay fine. You’re allowed to kiss and appropriately touch me, when and if there are people around where we have to make good.”

“Who says you’re not gonna wanna kiss me?” Jin asked, wiggling his eyebrows. He leaned forward, “I’m pretty sure these rules are more for yourself than they are for me.”

You narrowed your eyes at the handsome man in front of you. “Kim Seokjin, I wouldn’t fall for you even if you were the last man on earth. I’d fall in love with a goat before I fell for you.”

He laughed at how serious you were and thought it was cute. "Whatever you say, boss. You're paying for everything, so I can't complain."

The rest of the work day consisted of planning for the wedding weekend in Hawaii and finishing the list of rules to keep this arrangement as platonic as it would allow.

As the wedding was getting closer, the only thing you and Jin did was quiz each other on all of your old school friends. Forget work because it’ll always be there.

Cassie graciously emailed you the guest list, so you could prepare yourself to face the multitude of friends you hadn't seen in ten years, and you also promised her you’d help her with writing over 150 names on place cards or her reception.

"There are so many people to remember. When can we stop? I'm bored and hungry,” Jin complained after a two-hour PowerPoint presentation.

"Wow, do I need to pay someone else to be my date?” You glared at Jin. “Buckle up, baby. This is what you signed up for."

"I did not sign up to be quizzed for days on end. I signed up for a free trip, food, and alcohol."

"And you'll get all of those things! Let's go through it once more, then I'll let you go home."

He sighed and signaled to keep going.

"Okay…" a breath was hitched in your throat when you read the next name on the list, Kim Namjoon. Shit. You hadn't seen or heard that name in so long, but once you saw it, memories came flooding back of your ex-boyfriend.

"What? What's wrong? It's like you've seen a ghost or something."

You glanced at Jin, "Or something…he’s my ex-boyfriend.” He broke up with you right as the two of you were set to graduate, claiming he needed a new start.

"Who is it?" Jin asked curiously, wondering who this mystery man was.

"His name is Kim Namjoon."

Jin shrugged when you showed him a recent picture. "Looks like a douche."

You playfully smacked Jin's arm. "Be nice! He’s going to be there at the wedding.”

"Why, huh? I don't know the guy."

"He's not a douche….he's just pretentious, and a smart ass, know-it-all,’ you murmured. You weren’t sure why you felt the need to defend Namjoon. You didn’t deserve it.

"So, in other words, a douche."

You glared at the man in front of you before returning to the presentation, aimlessly scrolling through the presentation. Should you just back out of this whole wedding weekend? It wasn’t too late.

“Why do you look terrified? Shouldn’t you be excited to see all of your old friends?”

You tightened your lips at his question. When you quit your corporate job, you didn’t know what the hell you were doing with your life, until you picked up an old love for calligraphy, which seems like an odd pastime for someone to pursue but you always had a love for beautiful, elegant writing. And when your small business suddenly took off, you hired Jin to help you out. At first, you were unsure of hiring Jin, he seemed overqualified for being an assistant, but he convinced you that a low-key assistant position was exactly what he needed.

“I don’t know. My life seems a bit lame compared to everyone else on this guest list.” Everyone on the list was making six figures and your small business was nowhere near where those on the list were. 

“Do I need to give you a pep talk?” Jin gestured for you to stand up, as he walked over, standing in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.

You wanted nothing more than to crawl under a rock and never come out. Your head was hanging low and you closed your eyes, taking in a breath before opening them again, and looking up at Jin. “Okay, fine…say your piece,” you said. You were expecting him to just pull up your big girl panties and deal with it.

“Look boss, it’s not easy quitting a cushy lifestyle, especially when you’re making bank. But you did it because you’re fucking crazy–”

Your eyes widened at his words and you were going to say something but he stopped you by putting his crooked index finger up to your lips.

“I’m not done…but you’re crazy and you did it because you weren’t happy with your life. You took initiative. I’d call that brave. And look at you now, you started your own business and it’s taking off. I bet half those people on the guest aren’t happy with their life. It may look like it on the outside but I know for sure that those people will look at you and feel envious. You should be proud of yourself, and even if you don’t believe in yourself…at least you have me.”

Jin’s words took you aback. Out of the six months, you’ve known him, he’s mostly joked around with you. But it was nice to know that he’d have your back. “Jinnnnnn, are you in love with me or something?” You couldn’t help but tease him, even though he was being really sweet and serious.

“Yah–I’m not going to repeat what I just said. That was your only lifetime chance of hearing me say something like that,” he complained, letting go of you.

“I’ve gotten so many compliments from you lately. What have I done to deserve this?”

Jin walked over to his laptop, starting to pack it away. "Someone's gotta believe in you, even if you don't."

Flights secured? Check.

Hotel rooms? Check.

Rental car? Check.

Dress and outfits all planned? Check.

Ready to mislead all of your friends? Check. Check.

On the flight to Hawaii, you were quizzing Jin like this was the biggest exam he'd ever taken. The two of you even prepared your dating backstory and anniversaries dates. You were not going to be caught off guard.

When the pair of you arrived at the hotel, you were ready to relax in your room, take a shower, and hit the sheets, because the wedding weekend festivities would wear you out.

"What do you mean you overbooked for this weekend?" You hissed at the worker behind the counter. "You don't have any availability? We have nowhere else to stay." Of course, you didn’t have a backup plan because this was your plan! Who would’ve known that everyone and their mom would be staying at this resort?

"I apologize for the mistake that was made on our behalf. It looks like the only room available is an Oceanfront Deluxe room priced at $2500 a night,” said the tremendously frightened worker.

Hearing the price said aloud made you choke on nothing. "I'm sorry, what? You've got to be kidding me. How is it my fault that you overbooked and now I have to pay $2500 a night!" You were trying your best to figure out this situation without having to spend an arm and a leg.

"Ma'am, again, I apologize for the mistake but this is the only room we have available. Would you like to book it?"

You looked over at Jin. "What should we do?"

At this point, you’d rather take your chances and sleep on the beach. It was fairly warm in Hawaii, and it would only be for a few nights. Would Jin be up for your crazy idea?

Jin was sporting a devious smile. He told you to go grab a drink at the bar while he'd handle this mix-up.

The lobby and bar were quite busy with people checking in and lounging around. You walked up to the bar, waving down the bartender. Peering back over your shoulder, you could see Jin speaking animatedly with large, exaggerated gestures toward the employee. You guessed he was trying to make his argument against the ridiculous, overpriced hotel room.

Finally, the bartender took your order, and as if planning this getaway weekend wasn’t already difficult, you could feel a headache starting to develop. “Can this weekend, please, just go my way for once?” You muttered to yourself.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite tutor girl,” a voice chimed in from behind, making you turn around.

When you saw the angelic face you always loved so much, you couldn’t help but excitedly stand on your feet, enveloping him in a bear hug. “Jimin!”

Jimin groaned at the tightness of your hug, “It’s so good to see you, tutor girl.”

You finally pulled away, getting a good look at him, his blonde hair and honey skin suited him perfectly for this summer wedding. You were hoping that everyone you saw didn’t have a glow-up.

"You look amazing! And when are you going to stop calling me tutor girl?" You asked teasingly. You tutored him for one semester in a finance class and he could never let go of that nickname for you.

“You’ll always be my tutor girl,” Jimin said with a smirk. “I didn’t think I’d see you at Cass’ wedding. Did you bring someone?”

Letting out a nervous laugh, you scratched the back of your head, and thought to yourself, “Well…here we go. Buckle up because that'll be fun keeping track of all the lies you’ll be telling this weekend.”

“I’m here with my boyfriend, Jin,” you turned to point him out to Jimin. Jin was walking towards you with a grin on his face, holding up a keycard.

“Lookie, what I got,” Jin said in a singsong voice, handing you the keycard. “My handsome face convinced them to give it to compensate us for their mistake.”

“Holy shit! You’re kidding!” You said in a gleeful tone. How the hell did Jin convince them when you couldn’t? Did his face really have the magic touch? Maybe you should keep him around for a bit.

Jimin couldn’t help but stare at you two. You even caught him checking Jin from head to toe, and anyone with eyes can tell that Jin was extremely handsome. He was tall, had broad shoulders, and had a killer smile to go along with his plush lips.

“And you must be tutor girl’s boyfriend?” Jimin asked with a sly smile, holding his hand out for a handshake, and Jin reciprocated.

“Jin…baby,” you cringed at the pet name, again almost wanting to gag at the fact you were going to have to keep up appearances all weekend. “This is Jimin. We went to school together.”

“Ah–it’s very nice to meet you Jimin, but if you’ll excuse us…we have to get all settled in if you know what I mean,” he gave Jimin a wink before wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You stared blankly at the handsome man. Was this his way of getting the pair of you out of this situation? You suppose you better play along.

Clearing your throat, “Is it okay if we catch up later Jimin? I’m tired and also want to wash up before tonight’s luau.”

“Oh, by all means,” Jimin gestured for the pair of you to make your way to your room. “I’ll see the two of you later. It was nice to meet you, Jin.”

You were already pulling Jin away as you bid farewell to Jimin. “Whew…thanks for thinking quickly on your feet. I was not ready to bump into someone so fast.”

Jin chuckled, “I got you, boss. Don’t worry. You picked the right person to be a fake boyfriend.”

A look of relief settled on your face while Jin continued to lead the way to your room, which was way off in the distance from the crowd. You wondered how he managed to charm the pants off of the front desk employee, or maybe he charmed his way into the employee’s pants. Regardless, you were happy you didn’t have to sleep on the beach.

“Kim motherfucking Seokjin!” You cried when he opened the door to the room the two of you would be staying in. Holy shit–you were not expecting a luxurious room and the view? You weren’t sure if you could ever go back to a regular ol’ room with no view, but to be honest, this would probably just be a one-time deal. “I can’t believe you really got us this room!”

You gleefully dropped your luggage and ran to jump onto the bed, all sprawled out, your limbs hardly reaching the edges of the bed. It was big enough to fit five or six grown adults. There is no good reason as to why a bed should be this big.

"I call dibs on the bed,” Jin shouted, running after you, plopping himself on the bed. “Ha-ha sucker!"

You turned to face him. “Nuh-uh. No way. This bed is big enough for the both of us.”

“I don’t want your crummy hands near me!”

You scoffed, taking a look at your hands, “My crummy hands?!” Propping yourself up, you reach for a pillow, taking a swing at Jin, striking him on the stomach, then aiming for his head. No one gets away with teasing you.

“Yah–yah–yah!” He shrieked, trying to protect himself from your antics. “You’re gonna get it!” Jin finally escaped your sudden outburst and grabbed a pillow for payback against you, taking a good smack right to your face, which made you gasp.

Jin wheezed when he realized how firmly he had struck you in the face, and when you didn’t make a sound or move after the hit, it began to worry him since you rolled over on your side. Oh shit, he thought to himself.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked with genuine concern, now moving closer to check up on you.

Suddenly, you shrieked out of nowhere, causing Jin to do the same, rolling back to your other side, you pushed him to lay flat against the bed, straddling him while holding a pillow in the air, about to take another strike.

“Yah–yah! I give up! I give up! You win!” He shouted.

“Didn’t think you were the type to give up so easily,” you said with a smirk. You thought he’d put up more of a fight against you.

“I’m only admitting defeat because my face has a reputation to uphold,” Jin said, raising his arms to protect his face.

Rolling your eyes, you relinquished your hold on the man. He’ll be suffering soon enough with all of your old friends. “You’re lucky you have to look good with me this weekend, otherwise, I’d ruin that handsome face,” you stated, removing yourself from this compromising position you didn’t realize you were in.

You stood at the edge of the bed, watching as Jin sat up, hair all messy and disheveled from the little tussle the two of you had. Clearing your throat, and straightening out your outfit, you informed him you were going to take a shower and get cleaned up for tonight’s luau.

As you grabbed your toiletries and made your way to the bathroom, you scowled when you realize just how fancy this oceanfront room was, because the fucking shower was attached to the outside of the room. It was, of course, enclosed but still, you’d have to shower outside for the next few days. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Oh, Kim Seokjin. I’m going to kill you.”

The luau was crowded with friends and family from Cass and Yoongi's wedding. The funny thing was that the couple couldn't be more polar opposites. Your college friends didn't call the bride-to-be Cass the Sass for nothing. Her vivacious and vibrant personality compared to Yoongi's could be comical in someone's eyes but you found it a perfect marriage of opposites attract.

Cass was already tipsy from the endless supply of Mai Tai's and Yoongi was following her around, making sure his future bride would make it through the night.

With Jin on your arm, you felt somewhat at ease. He looked quite dapper in a heather brown polo, khaki linen pants, and white sneakers. And you cleaned up nicely too, in a white square neck flowy dress that hugged every curve.

You figured you needed to make your way to greet the future bride and groom. You softly tapped on Yoongi 's shoulder, and he greeted you with his famous gummy smile.

"Hey! You made it!" Yoongi said, surprising you by leaning in to give you a hug.

"I'm here!" You smiled widely, briefly letting go of Jin's arm. "I can't believe you and Cass are getting married."

"Right? Who would've thought the two of us would've ended up together," Yoongi chuckled, while also watching his future wife almost fall over. "Oof–good to see you! Oh and is this your boyfriend?" He held out his hand to Jin.

"Yoongi, Jin. Jin, Yoongi," briefly introducing the two.

"Nice to meet you, man. We should catch up soon, but maybe once Cass isn't so drunk," Yoongi cocked an eyebrow, now holding onto Cass.

You shook your head, watching the two head off to their seats. Jin suggested the two of you hit the bar, to which you happily obliged.

“So Yoongi seems like a cool guy,” Jin said, pointing him out in the crowd again, holding onto Cass. The pair of you laughed, watching Cass make somewhat a fool of herself. You knew she’d regret it if she continued to drink.

“He is…super chill and laid back. The complete opposite of Cass,” you stated, before taking a sip of your Tequila Sunrise cocktail. Yup, you’re definitely happy this was an open bar. You’ll need more than one drink tonight.

Leaning against the bar counter, you scanned the crowd to see who else you’d recognize. Your drink was a third of the way finished, when you spotted him. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” You cried, trying to hide behind Jin.

“What? What? What’s happening?” Jin asked, looking around in a panic, trying to figure out what was going on.

You shielded yourself from the one person you were trying your best to avoid. It was Kim Namjoon, your ex-boyfriend.

You set your drink down, and pulled at Jin’s arm, making him lean down. “That’s my ex–and he’s headed our way. Act like we’re in love, put your arms around me, and pretend you just told me something really funny,” you screeched at Jin and he obeyed, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in, even more, whispering something indistinct.

Taking another peek out from Jin’s broad shoulders, Namjoon was definitely headed your way. You looked back at Jin, pulling him closer, “Kiss me,” you begged him.

His eyes widened at your demand. Yes, kissing and touch were stated in the rules, but you probably should have practiced all forms of PDA before actually having to do it.

Your eyes were desperate, gazing at him to make the first move, then he tilted his head, leaned down, and pressed his plush lips against yours. His hand, supported your lower back, pushing you against his body, your hands flushed against his taut chest as you leaned more into the kiss. A tingle of butterflies in your stomach swirled around when his other hand snaked around the nape of your neck, making you lean back against the bar, lips still connected, and the tip of his tongue nipped at your bottom lip, making you abruptly pull away.

Feeling breathless from the short, but intimate kiss. You playfully hit Jin on the chest, “Oh my gosh, baby! Stop–there’s people around.” You wanted to throw up after hearing yourself talk and laugh like that. What the hell has gotten into you?

Jin scoffed at your attempt to play it cool. He gave Namjoon the once-over, sure, he was good-looking, but definitely not as handsome as him, he thought.

"Hey…there's my favorite girl," Namjoon said in a low, husky tone. Obviously, he didn’t care that another man was just down your throat just moments ago. He’d still shoot his shot.

Favorite girl? You hadn't been that girl in years, you hadn't seen him in forever and he dared to call you that.

You glanced at Jin, giving him a 'here we go' look as you turned to face Namjoon. "Hey Joonie," you muttered.

Fuck, why did he have to have a stupid glow up too? He looked so beefy and brawny in a beige linen button-down that had too many unbuttons undone, and his white chinos and brown birks completed his fit. But the thing that always made you melt were his dimples - the ones that you always wanted to crawl into and live in, still made you feel the same way to this day.

"You look…absolutely amazing," Namjoon said with the deepest dimpled smile, and then he did that thing, the one where he shuffled his feet, looking at the ground, before gazing back up at you with those piercing dragon eyes.

With your heart beat out of your chest, staring at this fine specimen, you finally shook off the mesmerizing spell of Kim Namjoon. Clearing your throat, you finally spewed out a somewhat coherent sentence, "Thanks. You look good too."

Shit, he even smelled delicious. Okay–stop–focus! You are with Jin, not Namjoon.

"And we all know how good I look," Jin interjected into this little conversation.

You almost forgot he was there, intertwining your hand with his, you gazed lovingly at Jin and decidedly tiptoed to press a kiss into his cheek, just to spite Namjoon.

"Hi, I'm Namjoon, the, uh, ex-boyfriend," he said with a low chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm Jin, the new boyfriend,” Jin said with a wide smile, feeling the need to emphasize it. Jin could clearly feel how nervous you were, given the sweaty hand, he was holding. He squeezed it, trying to reassure you that he had this all under control.

“It’s nice to meet you man,” Namjoon said, briefly looking at Jin before turning his attention to you. “What’s my favorite girl up to now?”

It was hard not to frown at the man and his antics. You knew he was clearly trying to get under Jin’s skin, especially after finding out he was your boyfriend. Namjoon was always the jealous, competitive type and it was clear as day that he hadn’t changed.

“I run my own business and my Jinnie,” you leaned into him, “helps me.” Every fiber of your being was already trying to figure out how to get out of this conversation with Namjoon.

“Ah–” he said, nodding his head, “and how’s that going?”

You were ready to answer Namjoon but Jin interrupted, “It’s going great actually. My baby’s small business is taking off. We’ve been so busy but it’s all worth it because she’s amazing at what she does. You should see her in her element. It’s truly a beautiful thing to witness.”

Did your jaw drop after hearing Kim Seokjin practically praise you? Why yes, it was on the floor at this point. You weren’t sure if he was being genuine about his words or if it was all for show, but regardless, well done Jin.

“Babe–stop–you’re embarrassing me,” you said sheepishly. Seriously though, hearing compliments from Jin were rare.

Jin wrapped his arm around your neck, pressing a kiss onto your head. “Well, I do love bragging about my sugar mama.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you chuckled. Of course, he had to bring up that little comment.

Namjoon let out a dry laugh, watching you being all lovey-dovey with a new man that wasn’t him. “Well, uh…it was good to see you. The two of us should catch up sometime this weekend, yeah?”

Obviously, you didn’t need Jin’s approval but you didn’t want to be put in any awkward situations that would cause concern if they saw you and Namjoon together.

“Yeah, um, maybe if we can find some free time.”

Namjoon smiled politely, and went on his way to find his seat, finally giving you a chance to relax until the next person came along.

The luau was more enjoyable due to the presence of Kim Seokjin. Honestly, just having him by your side sets you at ease. His carefree spirit, his can-do attitude, and giving no shits were exactly what you needed, so you were glad you accidentally named him as your date/boyfriend. He was the perfect fit.

During the middle of the luau, they asked for the audience’s participation and Jin quickly jumped to his feet, dragging you along with him. You huffed and puffed the entire way to the stage, wanting to blow the house down, but seeing Jin shaking his hips in a goofy manner was endearing. He brought out a playful side of you, which you hadn’t seen recently because the launch of your small business was so stressful, that you didn’t have time to goof around.

Before the end of the night, you made sure to say your goodbyes to Cass and Yoongi, all the while avoiding Namjoon - you did not want to run into him again.

All in all, the wedding weekend was turning out just fine. Lying had become second nature to you and Jin, and it was honestly fun making up some outrageous anecdotes that no one questioned.

The pair of you returned to the hotel room, ready to sleep the night and alcohol away. You needed to get up bright and early to help the bride out on some last-minute reception errands.

“Jin?”

His hands were resting underneath his head, he turned to you and answered. “Yeah?”

“Did you really mean what you said tonight?”

“Fake girlfriend…I said a lot of things tonight. You gotta be specific,” he said.

“About me being amazing at what I do? I don’t think it’s anything special. I just have pretty handwriting and charge people an arm and a leg for it,” you chuckled.

He paused for a moment, thinking about what to say next. “I mean yeah, you have a skill set that not everyone has and you’re really cute when you mess up on a piece and have to start all over again.”

You laughed, staring at the ceiling. “See, now I know you’re drunk because you just called me cute.” You let out a groan while you stretched, tonight’s luau made your body ache. “Thanks for tonight. It really means a lot to me. You’re a great fake boyfriend.”

“I should add that to my resume, but change it to an escort service or something,” Jin teased.

A yawn left your mouth - the alcohol starting to settle into every fiber of your being, making you feel extra tired. “Mm, night Jin.”

He peered over at you, already passed out. “Night.”

It was D-day for Cass and Yoongi, and you promised the bride you’d help her with some last-minute reception details. With your lovely and convenient skillset, you were able to pump out some last-minute place cards that she needed.

“Don’t you have to go get ready? You’re getting married in…” you looked at your phone, “T-minus three hours.”

“Nah–I’m going for a more natural look anyway, Yoongi likes me like this,” Cass grinned, checking off the list she had in front of her. “So…Jin seems like a nice guy.”

You gave her a tight-lipped smile, “He’s great.”

“Why do you say it like that? Is there a red flag or something?”

“No–”, you interjected.

Jin’s great…he really is. He’s put up with your wild and crazy shenanigans, going along with your stupid idea of fake dating, and for what reason exactly? A year-end bonus and PTO? It hardly seemed like a fair exchange.

“There’s no red flag. He’s honestly a great guy. He supports what I do, makes me laugh, even cooks for me when I forget to eat during a long day of working on projects,” you explained, having an epiphany moment.

“Well, it looks like you found yourself a Yoongi. Better snatch him up before someone else does.”

When you arrived back in the room to get ready for the wedding, Jin was nowhere to be found, you thought maybe he went to grab a drink from the bar or something. As you grabbed your dress from the closet to change into, something caught your attention – a bare back, a very broad shoulder bareback. Stepping closer to examine the individual, you gulped when realized it was Jin. You always assumed he had a nice body but it was nothing like you imagined because he was never one to show off like some other men.

You guessed he just got back from a quick swim, his hair tousled and damp from the salt water. He turned around when he heard you bump into something.

He smiled, “Oh hey, you’re back?”

You cleared your throat, “Um, yeah, sorry. Did I take long?” You needed to avert your eyes from his now bare chest staring right at you.

“Boss…” Jin called out but you were still ogling his body.

“Hmm?”

“You’re drooling,” Jin chuckled.

Snapping out of your daze, you swiped at your mouth to make sure there really wasn’t drool, and of course, there wasn’t. Liar. “Shut up and go get ready, or we’re gonna be late.”

“Anything for my sugar mama.”

Cass looked like a total babe in her ivory slip wedding dress. What a lucky man Yoongi was.

The ceremony couldn’t have been more perfect. The sunset in the background, the sand between your toes, hunky fake boyfriend by your side - it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. It was nice to share this with someone.

And of course, you cried like a baby during their vows. You really had a soft spot for weddings even though you hated going because it was always hard to find a date. Maybe if you would’ve thought of a fake boyfriend earlier, weddings would have been more bearable.

“Are you cold?” Jin asked, noticing you shivering from the night’s breeze.

You nodded, “A little.”

“Here,” he said, sliding his blazer off and slipping it on your shoulders instead.

You mumbled a little thanks, staring at your feet as it was digging into the sand. Jin stuffed his hands into his pants pocket, looking out into the crowd dancing the night away.

“Wanna dance?” He asked. The pair of you had been quite distant from each other since last night’s kiss and this afternoon’s shirtless run-in.

Staring at the handsome man in front of you, you agreed. He held his hand out for yours, leading you to the non-existent dance floor that was in the sand. The noise of the dancing crowd began to die down as the live band began to play a slower song: a cover of Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars. The lead singer was killing it, by the way, you had to make sure you got their info in case you ever wanted to use them for your wedding.

The stars in the night sky set the mood for this little rendezvous. Your arms snaked around Jin’s neck and his around your waist.

“Why are you being so sweet?” You blurted out of nowhere.

Jin chuckled, glancing at you for a moment before looking away. “I can’t be sweet?”

“No…” you grumbled, looking in the opposite direction, watching others be all cute and coupley.

He was really sweet this weekend and he put up with a lot of your crazy shenanigans and lies.

“What? Are you falling in love with me or something?”

“Ha-ha. Only in your dreams Kim Seokjin,” you teased. “But no, seriously…thank you for doing this. You didn’t have to, but you did and I probably was out of line or over-exaggerated on a few stories, and you’re probably mortified by the person I’ve become because of this whole thing, so in all honesty, I owe you–” then you were rudely interrupted by a kiss from Jin.

His lips made every part of you tingle as he deepened the kiss, your skin radiating heat from his touch, pulling you closer into his frame, lips continuing to intertwine, never wanting to disconnect. That is, until he withdrew, leaving you breathless, gazing into his eyes, wondering what the hell that was for.

The corner of his mouth curved up. "Your ex-boyfriend was staring," he explained.

Oh…

"And I just really wanted to do that to shut you up. You talk too much, you know that?"

Well, that explains it.

Clearing your throat, you straightened your dress, arms still wrapped around Jin's neck, continuing to slow dance. When the song ended, everyone applauded the band, and that's when Namjoon stepped in.

"Can I steal my favorite girl away for a dance?" He asked Jin. You rolled your eyes at him. He knew Jin was your boyfriend, fake, of course, but still called you his favorite girl.

You and Namjoon stood, awaiting Jin's answer. "Oh, by all means..she's all yours," he said freely.

Scowling at the fake boyfriend who just let you go like nothing, you expected some pushback but there was none. So, you grabbed Namjoon's hand, and Jin watched while you whisked him away.

Who was Jin to stop you from your ex-boyfriend? It's not like he had any say in what you could and couldn't do…not really anyway.

Namjoon briefly turned around, smirking at how easy it was to steal you away. "Damn baby, he let you go that easy huh?"

"No talking Joonie," you threatened, "just dance."

"Lover's quarrel already? Is that why your boyfriend agreed to let me steal you away?"

You scowled at him, "We're fine and deeply in love."

Namjoon chuckled, "Whatever you say, baby," he said, bringing you in closer to his frame, hands lingering too low for your liking.

"What do you want Joonie?"

"I miss you," he said bluntly, not even beating around the bush, got right to the point.

You scoffed, shaking your head, of course, he'd pull some bullshit like this when he knew you were with Jin. “What do you think is going to happen by you saying that Joonie? That I’ll leave my boyfriend and run away with you?”

“I can’t say I miss you. It’s been years since I’ve seen you…and you were such an important person in my life at the time. I don’t know…seeing you again just brought back all these feelings, you know?” He admitted, and a part of his confession even seemed genuine.

But you understood where he was coming from, seeing him after all these years made your heart flutter, you didn’t think it would, considering why he broke up with you in the first place.

“Joon, do you remember why you broke up with me?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. I probably gave you some stupid reason.”

He was indeed correct.

“You told me I was a sell-out because I took a high-paying position, the position you wanted but didn’t get–way to make a girl feel great about herself, Joonie,” you said. “You couldn’t face the fact that I was better than you, so you made me feel like shit for saying yes to a job. Well, good news Joon, I left that job, you can have it for all I care.”

You felt stupid. You shouldn’t have agreed to dance with Namjoon, nothing good could ever come out of this. Breaking away from his embrace, you went searching for Jin, but Namjoon caught up to you, grabbing a hold of your wrist.

“What? There’s nothing more to say. I need to go and find Jin.”

“He’s not good enough for you.”

You clenched your jaw. How dare he judge Jin? He didn’t even know him. Jin was ten times the man Namjoon was. “And what? You’re good enough for me?” You glared at him, waiting for an answer.

Namjoon was dumbstruck by your confidence and you were met with nothing but silence.

“Let’s be real Namjoon, I was never good enough for you, was I?”

The corner of Namjoon’s mouth curved up, and he brought his hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear, gazing back and forth between your eyes and lips. “It’s cute of you to think you’re even on my level.”

You told yourself that you wouldn’t let Namjoon get to you, but it was too late. You should’ve pushed the urge to reconnect with him down to the ground, buried it. All those feelings and memories of the 21-year-old you was just a pipe dream. Of course, Kim Namjoon hadn’t changed. He always made you feel inferior just so he could feel better about himself.

You were dazed and speechless, a grown-ass woman in her 30s, and here you were, looking like an idiot. He took a step forward, leaning in, pressing a kiss on your cheek. You stood there frozen at his gesture. Kim Namjoon truly was a menace, bold enough to leave you with a kiss after his vile words.

Although you wanted to find Jin, you found yourself at the bar instead. The bartender let you get away with one too many 'mai tais'. You blame the cute umbrellas sticking out of the glass for making you come back for more.

You felt like shit after the conversation with Namjoon. His words got under your skin and it made you feel even worse about yourself. All the emotions you felt during the end of your relationship made you realize now why you deserved more than him.

The walk back to the room was a big blur. You somehow managed to find the room, but not the key card. You searched everywhere in your tiny purse, but it was non-existent.

After pounding on the door a few times, Jin finally opened the door with no shirt on and sleepy eyes. "What?" He asked with a grumpy, groggy voice.

You weren't sure what took over you, but you walked in and pressed a kiss against Jin's lips. He was caught off guard by your sudden display of affection. The two of you set a rule where you'd only kiss when you needed to, but here you were kissing him in the middle of the night in the hotel room.

Jin suddenly pulled away. "What are you doing?"

You looked at him with dark, lustful eyes. "I'm trying to kiss you," you stated, pushing him to sit down on the edge of the bed. Hiking up your dress, you placed yourself on top of him, your legs straddled on either side, arms snaked around his broad shoulders.

You gazed back and forth between his eyes. You weren't sure if you were using Jin to feel better about yourself or if you really wanted him. He had been playing the part of sweet, funny boyfriend this whole weekend, and maybe a part of you needed that validation. That you were enough and worth all the trouble. Clearly, you were if Jin was willing to do this whole arrangement with you.

Jin continued gazing back to understand where this was all going because he somehow stupidly started to fall for you within the past few days. It was hard not to. He started to notice all the little things he didn't notice before. Like how you'd cover your mouth when you laughed too hard, how you'd lick your lips before taking a sip of a drink, or how you unconsciously dug your toes into the sand.

You leaned in to kiss him but he pulled back, making you grow frustrated.

"Are you okay?" Jin asked.

Annoyed at the fact that you were trying to kiss and potentially fuck him, but he kept denying you from doing so. "Yeah, I'm fine," you huffed, trying to kiss him again, but he turned away from you. "Look, if you don't want to sleep with me, just say so, and I'll leave you alone."

"I think you're drunk and you'll regret this tomorrow if we continue," Jin said. He was trying to be the rational one right now but you were giving him a hard time. "And I don't want you to regret it."

Ugh, first Namjoon, now Jin.

"You know what? Forget it. If you don't wanna fuck me, I'll go find someone else," you spat out, lifting yourself off of him, and began heading to the door.

Jin called after you, catching up, and grasping your wrist. "Did something happen while you were out?"

"No," you replied curtly. You didn't want to get into this with him right now. You wanted to get your mind off of it.

"Hey…" Jin muttered, walking in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. He could tell something happened, he just didn't know what and with who. "Was it Namjoon?"

You cringed at the name, not wanting it to affect you but it clearly did. "I don't want to talk about it," you murmured, avoiding his gaze.

He lifted your chin up with his finger, "What did he say?"

“Jin, please–” your now teary eyes pleading with him. You didn’t want to say it, you couldn’t say it, otherwise, you’d be crying over a man who didn’t deserve your tears.

“Hey–” Jin murmured, his finger still under your chin. “I want you–I do, but not when you’re upset like this.”

The alcohol in your system was making your head pound like a jackhammer was going off. You closed your eyes before fluttering them open again, taking a step back from Jin. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

Jin laid in bed the next morning, unsure of where you were the whole night. He wanted nothing more than to have slept with you the night before, but not in the state that you were in. Should he have just let himself go and have you anyway?

No, he would never forgive himself because you wouldn’t even be sober enough to remember.

He groaned before turning over and stuffing his face into the pillow. He just wanted to know if you were okay and if the two of you would be okay after all of this.

Although the wedding was over, the festivities were not. There was still a wedding brunch to attend. Thankfully, Jimin found you wandering the hotel lobby like a lost puppy and took you under his wing, even letting you crash in his room and take a shower.

You snuck back into your room after quarreling with the front desk to copy another keycard but didn’t find Jin in the room. Maybe he already left, you wouldn’t blame him if he did. You made a complete and utter fool out of yourself last night, and if you remembered correctly, did he make a confession to you?

Massaging your temples, you let out a loud groan. What a fucking mess.

Since Jin was nowhere to be found, you decided you should hurry and get dressed for brunch, and you’d make up some excuse as to why Jin wasn’t with you. Apparently, you could add a compulsive liar to your resume too.

Thankfully, a lot of wedding guests didn’t show up, probably because they were still hung over from the night before. You greeted Cass and Yoongi, congratulating them on their marriage, then you found Jimin and plopped down next to him.

“Where’s the boyfriend?”

“Oh, um…he’s not feeling well, so he’s sleeping in.”

Jimin turned to you, cocking his head, “Really now?”

You nodded at Jimin, then followed his finger as he pointed to something. It was Jin, sitting on the sand, watching the tides go back and forth. You figured you should talk to him, and not let this arrangement get any more awkward than it already was.

You walked over, taking a seat next to Jin on the warm sand. He quickly glanced at you before focusing on his feet in the sand. You were ready to talk this through but Jin beat you to it.

“I, um, I’m gonna let you out of our deal,” he said with a sad chuckle. “So, you don’t have to come as my date/fake girlfriend to my brother’s wedding. We set some pretty clear rules and obviously, I broke them.”

To be honest, you both broke them.

“Jin–”

“No..don’t say anything. I feel like it’ll just make me feel worse than I already do, so yeah, don’t worry about it,” he said with such sorrow in his voice. “Let’s just have brunch and then we have a full day of travel. Come on.”

He stood up, holding his hand out for you, which you hesitated in taking. This little chat turned out completely different from what you imagined. You weren’t sure how to feel. You assumed he would tell you how much he loved you but maybe this whole thing was a mistake.

So, you took his hand, ready to fake it again for the next few hours.

And that’s what the two of you did. Faked it, until you stepped onto the flight.

The wedding weekend was over and there was no more fake dating. It was back to reality, back to just working together. Well, at this rate, you weren’t even sure if Jin would still want to work for you. Of course, you would completely understand if he gave you his notice of leave. You’d probably do the same.

The week before his brother’s wedding, you told him to take more days off so that he could enjoy time with his family, and he happily obliged. But your suspicions were correct when he handed you his notice the day he was leaving back to Seoul.

“I hope you’re not disappointed,” he said.

“Of course I am,” you teased. “Who’s going to yell at me to eat when I forget?”

Jin chuckled. “Good luck with everything, boss.”

“Thanks, Jin…I wouldn’t have gotten here without you,” you said, reaching up to give him one last hug.

It was bittersweet to watch him go. Every fiber of your being was urging you to pack your bags and follow him and tell him that somehow through the process of him being your fake boyfriend, you stupidly fell in love with him.

When Jin arrived at his family home in Seoul, he knew he’d have to tell them that he had broken up with you, his fake girlfriend. He was dreading that conversation because he knew his parents would try to find him a last-minute date. There was no way he could show up to his brother’s wedding with no date. How would that make his family look? And paying someone to be his date/girlfriend wouldn’t be out of the question, because they had the money and resources to do so.

“Yah–I can’t believe mom is really paying some girl to be my date for your wedding,” Jin complained to his older brother.

“I wonder whose fault it is!” Seojoon responded shortly to his little brother. “Help me with this tie.”

Jin obeyed, taking the two sides of the tie, overlapping them, and tying it into a knot. “And this is why I want no part of this family, everything we do is just to save face and show off our money.”

“Is that why you left us and got a job as an assistant with that little girlfriend of yours?” Seojoon shook his head, not understanding why his baby brother would choose such a thing.

“Girlfriend?”

“Yeah, dude, we have spies everywhere. You didn’t think mom and dad would let you go without keeping an eye on you, right?”

“Well, she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Boss, girlfriend, whatever. You guys were definitely in love,” Seojoon argued.

Jin waved off his brother’s comment. “Whatever man, let’s get you married.”

The date that Jin’s mother chose was arguably the worst person they could have chosen. She was everything that Jin despised. He was really regretting his decision of letting you off the hook and also quitting his job. What was he supposed to do now? Be a part of the family business? That’s one of the reasons why he left in the first place.

Just before the ceremony, Seojoon forced Jin to go to the nearest convenience store to grab a bottle of soju, claiming it would lessen the pre-wedding jitters. And Jin could have sworn, he was seeing things because it was you…standing in front of the wedding venue, looking a bit lost.

“Boss?” He asked with the most confused expression on his face.

A huge grin was plastered across your face, realizing you were in the right place.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I’m your date, aren’t I?” You asked as if nothing had happened between the two of you.

“I mean, yes, technically, you were but–”

“No buts–” you lifted your finger to shush him. “Now, it’s your turn to listen. I was…I am an idiot for letting you go without telling you how I feel. I was so engulfed with trying to keep up appearances that I completely failed to see that I somehow fell in love with you through it all. And the night of the wedding, I made a fool of myself in front of you, and then shifted the blame on you for falling in love with me. Oh god–I’m hearing myself talk right now and I’m a complete ass.”

Jin chuckled, thinking how cute you were. “Boss…you’ve got it all wrong.”

“Huh?”

“I’m not in love with you,” he said.

Your jaw dropped for a moment, inhaling deeply, you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs. You flew all the way here from New York, just to get turned down. A stupid phone call would have been easier, because that way, the rejection would have at least been a smidge easier than having to face him in person. God, you felt like an idiot, professing your love to Kim Seokjin.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, “I’ll…just be on my way then.” You tilted your head before turning to walk away. Oh fuck, this has got to be the most embarrassing moment of your life. You just wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out.

Jin let you take a few more steps before he ran in front of you. Ugh, what now? You couldn’t look at him.

“I’m kidding…I’m in love with you too,” he confessed.

A loud smack could be heard from miles away, as your palm slapped him across the chest. “Kim Seokjin, I swear to god, I will kick your ass!”

You continued to playfully smack him, but he held your hand in his and you finally succumbed to his touch. He gazed into your eyes, a smirk was plastered on his face before he leaned down, and kissed you deeply. It felt nice to have his lips on you again, you missed it so much.

Pulling away, you couldn’t help but tease him, “I knew you’d fall in love with me.”

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imagine looking this fine 😳 (cr. yoongi-bts)

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look at his beautiful smile ♡

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Helping Hands || Min Yoongi

Pairing: Caretaker! Yoongi x Kindergarten teacher! Reader

Genre: Fluff || Smut || Strangers to lovers || Non-idol AU

Summary: Yoongi always had a knack for fixing things, and with producing getting him nowhere, he ends up working for the school his long-time friend Seokjin, teaches at. With his new job, he meets you, and although your first encounter hadn’t been the best; at least not in Yoongi’s eyes, he could have never guessed how your relationship would bloom. And Yoongi gets to show you his hands can do more than fix your faulty heating.

Word Count: 13.3k

Tags/ Warnings: fluffy, smut in the forms of: oral (f. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, protected sex (because that’s cool), they hold hands while they fuck, boobie play, squirting, boyfriends taekook, namjoon is a bit of an ick.

Notes: this idea was derived from a tiktok, but the original creator has deleted the video :’( but the idea of someone having a crush on you and helping fix up your classroom was too endearing to pass! when i thought about writing this i didn’t think it would be very long, and i thought how on earth am i meant to write a decent story from this vague-ish concept but here we are 13k words of two people falling in love. considering i’ve never had a s/o i don’t think i did too bad… but maybe this is just what i want from someone i like even if the idea of becoming a teacher makes me want to hurl. if there's mistakes, no there isn't.

edit: the tiktok that inspired this fic! thank you @devilonmyshouder for finding it! my savior 🥲

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“Have you asked for her number yet?”

“What?” Yoongi releases a long sigh, head turning so his eyes can meet Seokjin’s, who had a sly smile pasted on his annoyingly handsome face. And it’s at times like these where Yoongi wonders why he still puts up with Jin’s bullshit.

“The kindergarten teacher you’ve been staring at since we sat down” Jin points out, watching you as you laugh with a few of your co-workers on the other side of the cafeteria; in perfect eyeshot from where Yoongi sits.

“No? Why would I do that?” said man asks, stabbing a piece of meat with more force than it deserved. Yoongi has to will himself to not let his eyes wander back in your direction; like hell would he give Seokjin what he wanted. Yoongi doubted he had enough patience stored up to deal with the impending teasing that his long-time friend would surely thrust upon him if he were to prove his point correct. Plus, he was nothing more than being a little intrigued by you.

“Because you clearly like her” Jin tuts.

“Do not”

“Do too. You can’t deny your little crush. I’ve seen the way you look at her” Jin exasperates, flinging his arms above his head dramatically, catching the attention of a few other teaching staff scattered across the growingly scarce cafeteria.

Yoongi cringes, eyes squinting in distaste at his friend’s flamboyant antics that seemed to always garner the eyes of everyone around him. But Yoongi supposes with Jin’s face, it shouldn’t come as a surprise the attention always seemed to be on him, even if he was acting somewhat civilised. Yoongi had never thought of Jin as more than a friend, even if he did swing both ways; but, he could see why Jin’s face had such an appeal, even Aphrodite would have a run for her money if Jin were to rock up in those times, stealing the attention all for himself with his aggravatingly perfect face.

“It’s not a crush. This isn’t high school Hyung” Yoongi grunts, shoving his lunchbox back into his bag. Uncaring as he squashes a banana, already a little too overripe for his liking anyways.

You’d have to pay him millions before he dared touch the cafeteria food, in no way, shape or form would he risk growing a third arm from the slop they served. It’s offensive they had the gall to call it food, let alone serve it to the poor children. And he swears he saw one of the chefs spit in the pasta once, he doesn’t care if it adds flavour.

Now, Yoongi didn’t like children. Not in the slightest.

Thought they were disgusting, foul little creatures that had no sense of personal hygiene or self-awareness. With their sticky hands and voices that carried across miles, everything about children made Yoongi recoil.

And that may leave you wondering why on earth is Yoongi working in a school?

Money. That’s the simple answer.

Yoongi had a knack for fixing things, he’s good with his hands (interpret that how you will). And he really needed the money. His little ‘side hustle’ of producing only made him so much money, and as inflation increased, so did Yoongi’s bills, and slowly he had started finding it a little harder to pay bills and food for not only him but Holly; his cute little dog that he refused to believe wasn’t a puppy any longer. Jin had argued that Yoongi spoiled his dog, buying premium food and overpriced treats, but Holly only deserved the best.

Therefore, the job had to change and not his dog’s nutrition.

So, when the same Seokjin who complained about his pampered pup, had told him about the open position in the school he worked at, Yoongi was sceptical to say the least. He’d dropped out of college after a semester, taking on shoddy part-time jobs to pay for his producing equipment and clearly that had only brought him so far. So he couldn’t see any good reason to waltz back into a school.

Not only that, the thought of having to share space with tiny terrors for hours a day, 5 out of 7 days a week, the offer didn’t seem all that worth it. Until he saw the salary.

Not only was he now making 10 times more than he had been, basically teachers wages (still not enough but better than nothing), he got his own little office in the far end of campus, so he wouldn’t have to interact with any sticky babies and loud-mouthed teens unless absolutely necessary.

With his shiny new office, secluded from the crowd of teachers that gathered at lunch, Yoongi had zero intentions of sitting in the crusty cafeteria; even if his Jin Hyung had begged him for the first two weeks of his new job, to come and sit with him and his other teacher friends. He’d never enjoyed everyone gathering in one place to eat, crowds of people sounding more like squawking birds than hushed chatter that always ended up in arguments.

That was until Yoongi had met you. And suddenly the cafeteria seemed like the only place he wanted to be.

Pretty you who looked like a goddess among humans. Even with the splodges of paint staining your dress, and snotty babies clinging to you like nothing Yoongi had ever seen.

Yoongi had only been working at the school for a month, the start of the school year rolling by quicker than he had initially anticipated. And before he knew it, two weeks had passed by; and that second week on the jobs was when he had first ‘met’ you.

‘Met’ was generous. It was more a brief encounter where Yoongi couldn’t get the words off his tongue quick enough and had been left dumbstruck. Worried he had scared you off with how rude he must have been. You’d strutted out of your classroom, a model among the little children waddling behind you like little ducklings would their mother, hot on your tail as you led them to the bathrooms.

Yoongi had been fixing one of the fan units in the hallway, and you’d politely smiled up at him, making sure none of the children would knock the ladder Yoongi had been stood on, worried their little bodies would bulldoze into the wonky frame and Yoongi would be sent flying. And although that would make a memorable first impression, Yoongi didn’t want to be rushed to hospital with a concussion and his pride bruised.

‘Good morning’

Two simple words and Yoongi felt as if his heart would implode; he felt silly, coughing, and then only managing a curt nod as a reply, words sticky on his tongue like taffy. Clogging his throat as he holds his breath momentarily.

You see, Yoongi was prone to worrying, anxiety always laying under his skin like an itch that he could never get rid of, irritating but part of his life whether he liked it or not. And that night he’d laid awake, worried he hadn’t made a good first impression, scaring you away when he hadn’t even gotten the chance to learn your name.

And sure, he could have asked Jin, but that man had enough blackmail material already; he didn’t need to know about Yoongi’s budding interest in the pretty kindergarten teacher. If he hadn’t embarrassed himself enough then Seokjin surely would.

To Yoongi’s surprise you hadn’t seemed too offended by his reply, or lack thereof, as a week later you’d greeted him during lunch; even going as far to hold the door open for him as he languidly wandered into the cafeteria, in search of Seokjin.

This time Yoongi felt a little more prepared, muttering a short ‘thanks’, small smile stretching onto his lips as he points it in your direction. He doesn’t wait for your reply, legs already pulling him out of what could be another embarrassing encounter, a little disheartened that the day he finally decided to eat with the rest of the staff (secretly hoping to see you), your encounter had been so brief.

Yoongi’s easy smile however, remained throughout the course of lunch, heart fluttering like little butterfly wings locked in the cage of his chest; and if Seokjin noticed his friend’s flushed cheeks he chose not to say anything.

The caretaker thought he was sly with his little crush, never mentioning you to Jin, only stealing short glimpses of you from across the cafeteria, that short half an hour a day enough to recharge his motivation to continue this job. And he has the gall to be surprised when Seokjin finally decides to bring it up.

“Might want to hurry up, Jungkookie might beat you to it” Jin calls out, and if Yoongi hadn’t seen a few kids running around the area, he would have flipped off the elder. But Yoongi does nothing more than wave him off, and he may have been worried if he didn’t know Jungkook was already seeing someone.

That someone being Kim Taehyung, the high school art teacher, who occasionally sat at their table at lunch. Most of his time hauled up in the art rooms where students were welcome to work during the lunch hour.

Yoongi wasn’t one to stereotype but Kim Taehyung was the very definition of eccentric art teacher. Style a little unusual, paintings so abstract Yoongi felt like he was on acid while trying to decipher the meaning.

He had seen how Jungkook looked at Taehyung, the little galaxies that shone in his eyes when he looked at his love, where each star represented one thing that Jungkook adored about his boyfriend, his gentle gaze enough to show the absolute adoration they held for one another.

Yoongi had complained, telling them to get a room on more than one occasion when they’d decided to lick into each other’s mouths during afterschool dinners. But truly he was happy they had something so precious, a love like a warm hug, infinite trust between the two of them; something that Yoongi secretly yearned for.

More often than not Yoongi felt a little misunderstood. He never meant to come off as cold or disinterested, he liked the silent company of a person as much as he enjoyed his time alone, you didn’t have to always be talking; silent comfort of another person enough for him.

Yoongi didn’t want to come off as rude, he just didn’t know what to say sometimes, happier to prove his love with acts of service than empty words that even he doesn’t know the meaning of. He doesn’t want to come off as unapproachable, but when you’re tired from work and lacking the energy to act like a ray of sunshine, much like the physical education teacher, Hoseok, Yoongi could only wallow in his own self-pity some nights. Wondering why only a select few seemed to enjoy his company, or why so many romantic relationships have been washed down the drain.

As the first semester of school progressed, the weather had started to get colder, autumn slinking by before anyone could comprehend the unusually warm summer.

Kids starting to layer uniform, and teachers turning to the heaters to defrost their fingers as they arrive early, grass still dewy with air that nips at your skin like little needles.

Yoongi jolts up from his seat at the gentle knock of his office door, his feet flying off the desk from where he’d been resting them; worried that it was his boss coming for his usual weekly check-up.

However, Yoongi was pleasantly surprised to find you stood in his doorway; soft-looking sweater cocooning you in its warmth, nose tinted red from the frosty morning air, tips of your fingers barely peeking out from where you try to warm them up from the confines of your sleeves. And it takes all Yoongi’s will, not to tell you he had more ways than one he would love to heat you up (though he supposes he should take you out on a date before that).

Yoongi thinks you must have been sent from the sky, pretty, even in the dim morning sunlight, kissing your skin like Yoongi would if you would let him.

“Good morning” you smile, nose twitching at the strong scent of coffee that permeates the air of Yoongi’s office.

“Morning. Can I help you?” Yoongi asks, leg bouncing up and down anxiously. He has no time to curse himself for how blunt he must have come off, tone anything but inviting, before you’re opening your mouth to answer him.

“Yes actually. The heater in my classroom isn’t working”

Yoongi nods, pushing himself from his seat, ignoring the piping hot coffee he was moments away from drinking as he picks up his little toolbox that sat beside his desk.

“Lead the way” he motions out of the room, not daring to make eye-contact with you; worried he were to drown in the depths of your eyes, calling him in like a siren would with song.

He watches your back as you walk him to your classroom, fingers itching to hold your hands, help you warm them up as the stupid heater in your classroom couldn’t do its job properly.

Yoongi didn’t exactly know what he expected your classroom to look like, never working up the courage to peek inside and take a look into such a large part of your life.

The flurry of colours was expected, paintings from what he assumes to be your classes over the years hung on the wall, with paints and pens stacked on short shelving by each wall of the room.

Your desk sits at the front of the room, little trinkets lining the edges, papers covering the surface like a blanket. And Yoongi has to stop the smile from pulling at his face from how disordered you are; just like him. And he can somewhat appreciate the beauty in the mess of your classroom, it showed it was loved, enjoyed by more than just the small group of children that spent nearly every hour in here every day, loved by you who clearly spent time lining the walls with letters and drawings all addressed to you, carefully printed and cut letters of the alphabet climbing the walls like vines and fairy lights hung like tree snakes lounging on a branch.

“This one over here” you point to the heaters under the window, and Yoongi cringes at the cool air that caresses his cheeks as he stalks the length of your classroom. Nipping his cheeks like little jaws trying to pull apart his skin.

As he kneels down, pulling his glasses from the front pocket of his hoodie, he takes a closer look at the pipes connected to the main framing of the heater. Yoongi tries not to pay attention to you as you shuffle through the mountain of papers on your desk, he tries not to focus on the way you bite your lip; the little devil that rest on his shoulder whispering for him to just kiss you.

Yoongi distracts himself with your heater, fingers a little shakier than usual as you wander around the room, picking up pots of paints off the shelves, brushes stored in separate drawers and laying them all on the little tables, perfect for the little toddlers you taught. Chairs so small they must have been the first bear’s that goldilocks had thought were too uncomfortable to sit on, they sure looked it; no amount of colour enough to mask the hard plastic they were made of.

Yoongi frowns when he finds the problem with your heater, somehow a bolt had gotten loose; he can only assume one of the children had fiddled with it. Little fingers always having to play with something, another thing he hated about kids. If it’s not meant to be touched, then don’t touch it.

He pulls a spanner out of his toolbox, fingers skimming over a screwdriver. He looks over at shelving unit by the heater, screws glimmering in the slowly growing sunlight that climbs its way over the top of the neighbouring school building.

And that same little devil on his shoulder whispers something a little naughty, something Yoongi knows he shouldn’t do. And maybe Yoongi was a little bit of a hypocrite, after just saying kids shouldn’t touch everything, but the screws looked so shiny, so inviting, a little accident that means he may get an extra half hour with you.

He peers over at you, sat at your desk, typing something on your laptop. And decides that what’s the worst that could happen? He quickly tightens the loose bolt to your faulty heater, turning the knob on the side just in case before he scoots his way over to the shelf that had been holding the paints you now had on the table.

He licks his lips, sucking in a sharp breath before he unscrews a few nails. Silently praying the shelf can hold up until he leaves the room.

You stay none the wiser, typing away on some blank document from what Yoongi can make out. He tucks his glasses back into the front pocket of his hoodie, dusting off the imaginary dust that clung to the knees of his jeans before he’s clearing his throat to catch your attention. You startle, eyes wide when they meet Yoongi’s, who thinks you look a little like a puppy caught doing something they were told not to.

He stifles his laugh, coving it with a cough, “Your heater should be working, I turned it up a little so the room should heat up quicker” he explains, motioning towards the offending object. Your shelves staring at him, and Yoongi worries you can see the guilt swimming in his eyes.

You nod, pushing yourself from your seat, you bow a little in thanks, “You’re the best” you grin, and Yoongi can feel his heartrate pick up; cheeks dusted in rosy red.

You were so pretty.

+ + +

Yoongi waits all day, ears perking up when footsteps echo down his end of the hall throughout the rest of work. Begrudgingly helping a few other teachers that seemed to have had heating problems in their classrooms too; a common theme it seems.

Or, the occasional pitter patter of kids running down the hallway like a heard of wild animals during breaktimes, or teens sneaking off to the bathrooms where they liked to make out, or a few other things if their dishevelled uniform meant anything as Yoongi wandered around for his afternoon walk.

He tries to spot you at lunch, his mood only souring when you never walk into the cafeteria, your melodic laughter not gracing the usual grating sound of stressed teaching staff, that all seemed to have a passion for complaining about their jobs.

Jin had tried to cheer him up, offering to share his homemade lunch just to get even a hint of a smile out of Yoongi, and usually the caretaker would love to bless his tastebuds with actual decent food; but it seemed nothing, but your pretty smile would suffice to sate his grumpy mood.

The minutes before the home-time bell slowly creep up on Yoongi, and on most days he would be ecstatic that he could finally escape this hellhole. He never understood why teachers would willingly return to the place that is designed to fuck over students; especially when the pay isn’t all that great. And most of them seemed to despise their jobs anyways.

Even after the bell rings, startling Yoongi from his own little reverie, he remains sat at his desk; a little quiver of hope still left inside of him that you would be stood in the doorway of his office once more.

He thinks it must be a daydream when you show up, unable to properly comprehend that you were once again stood before him. That would be the second time in one day.

He isn’t at all surprised when you give him a sheepish smile, “Do you have any spare screws? It seems my shelving has broken”

And a small flame of guilt licks at Yoongi’s heart and mind, but the pretty smile that stretches onto your lips when Yoongi only lets out a little laugh, picking up his little toolbox, is enough to expel any of his worries.

He once again gets to stare at your back as you walk back towards your classroom, pretty sweater still veiling your body; and Yoongi licks his lips at what you could be hiding underneath the layers you wear.

A blink of an image flashing behind his eyes of you sprawled across the sheets of his bed, his head tucked in-between your thighs. He knew he’d get addicted to your taste, surely with such a sweet voice, all of you must be just the same. Your arousal thick like nectar on his tongue as he pushes you over the edge to your own pleasure.

“Mr. Min?” you wave a hand in-front of his face.

Yoongi blinks, “Sorry?” he coughs, heat creeping up his neck, pinching the tips of his ears.

You point towards the mess of your bookshelf, paint pots and art supplies scattered across the floor from where the shelf had caved in on itself. A mound of mess that you would now have to tackle once Yoongi acts as your saviour; a dark knight that had secretly put you in this messy situation.

“I was putting the paint pots away when it sorta of just… collapsed”

Yoongi lets out a grunt of understanding, that same guilt from earlier tickling up his spine as he looks over the huge mess you’ll have to clear up once he fixes your shelving. He shouldn’t have taken those few screws that morning and should have just worked up the courage to ask you out instead of making your day harder. But he supposes what is done is done and now he must fix his selfish doings.

You remain sat at your desk, finger scrolling through your phone as Yoongi rummages through his little box of screws.

His fingers dip into the pocket of his jeans, shiny steel nails pricking the tips of his fingers.

“Do you need any help?” You startle the caretaker, worried smile on your face as Yoongi picks up a few of the fallen shelves.

“No, it’s alright” he waves you off.

“Would you like something to drink then?” you ask.

“Black coffee is fine, thanks” he shoots you a quick smile, gums on show.

Yoongi doesn’t notice the bristly heat that burns the soft skin of your cheeks as you wander towards a cabinet in the back of your classroom. Rummaging for the granulated coffee that a few of your co-workers stored by your kettle. Not your first beverage of choice but a few of your friends took advantage of your little drink station.

As the kettle boils your water, Yoongi can see you intently watching him from the corner of his eye; and he feels his palms get clammy from your attention set so closely on him. He would have compared your eyes to those of a hawk if you hadn’t been so utterly soft; tempting Yoongi to wrap you up in his pocket and dote on you.

“How did you get so good at this?” you wonder aloud, awe evident on your face as Yoongi easily slides a shelf back into place.

Yoongi pauses, “Honestly I’m not sure. Guess I’m just good with my hands”

Your tongue peeks out to wet your lips at that; body jumping when the little click of the kettle finishing boiling. You whip back around to finish Yoongi’s drink, said man finding it hard to stop a little smirk from tugging at his lips at your flushed cheeks, pretty even painted in red.  

You place a rounded pink mug on the windowsill by where Yoongi is working, and he mutters a quick thanks before he’s focusing back on holding the panel of wood back into the right place, silver nail balanced between his lips.

“I never got your name” Yoongi says when you take a seat at one of the student’s tables, warm mug of hot chocolate heating your cold hands up.

“Y/n” you tell him, “And you are?” you ask, only knowing of him by his surname.

“Yoongi” he tells you, pushing himself up with the help of your now sturdy shelf.

You push yourself up from the desk, placing your cup of drink down before you start picking up the scattered art supplies. Yoongi follows, tucking his screwdriver into the back pocket of his jeans as he picks up the paint pots that brought him back into your room. The vibrant colours glaring at him; a reminder of his sins.

“You don’t have to, Yoongi” you tell him, but said handyman ignores you; brain replaying how nice his name sounded when it came from your lips, dipped in sweet honey, addictive in the way that makes Yoongi want to beg you to say it one more time. Something about your voice enchanting, pulling him closer like a snake charmer does a snake with its pipe.

Instead, he brushes you off, “I’ve stayed this late, what more is a few minutes?”

Your nose scrunches at that, “Sorry about that”

+ + +

“Have you asked for her number yet?” Seokjin asks.

“What?” Yoongi feels a sense of déjà vu as he sits in the corner of the cafeteria, you sat at another table with a few other teachers. Though today you seem more focused on your lunch than any of the baseless chatter the others on your table seem to be immersed in.

“You stayed after school with her, had dinner together after that and you still haven’t asked for her number?” Jin gawks.

“No?”

“Min Yoongi” Jungkook shakes his head, “Ask the poor woman on a date or something”

“What if she was just being polite?” he asks the youngest, chewing at the skin of his bottom lip.

“She must be interested; she went out for dinner with you after you’d fucked up her shelves”

Yoongi’s head snaps in your direction, worried you'd somehow heard Jungkook, “She doesn’t know that, keep it down”

Jungkook snickers, “Seriously, ask her out. Otherwise, someone else might” he nods in the direction of your table, a stupidly handsome male laying his hands on your shoulders. Green jealousy bubbling inside of Yoongi as he just watches.

You turn to look up at him with a smile, grateful as he places a bag on the table in-front of you.

Yoongi narrows his eyes, “Who the fuck is he?” he tuts.

“Kim Namjoon, works in the high school”

“Cute dimples” Taehyung pulls out a spare chair beside Jungkook, leaning over to lay a wet kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek.

Yoongi grunts dramatically pushing himself from his seat. His hands slam onto the table, “You guys are going out tonight, right?” he turns towards Jin who only nods, confusion evident on his face.

Yoongi storms over towards the table you’re sat at, and as he draws closer, he can only wonder where this burst of confidence came from; ignition slowly burning to nothing but warm embers as he pushes one foot in-front of the other. But when he makes eye contact with slimy looking Namjoon, a cursed smile being shone his way Yoongi’s anxiety seems to be the least of his worries.

“Y/n” he calls you, endeared by your wide eyes that flit to meet his own, happiness enveloping your eyes as you look up at him.

“Yes?” you stand when Yoongi makes it to your side, still having to stare up at him from beneath the veil of your eyelashes, ones that Yoongi finds very pretty.

“We’re going out for dinner tonight” he throws a thumb over his shoulder towards his table of friends, Taehyung waves, boxy smile an attempt to placate your worries, “And I was wondering if you wanted to… wanted to come with us?”

Yoongi knows you must be able to see the unease that swims in his eyes, and he worries that maybe he looks a little desperate, stalking towards your table unannounced; but with your small group of co-workers all staring at him like he’d grown a second head, he’s seconds away from scuttling out the cafeteria.

“That would be lovely, Yoongi” you smile.

“I’ll meet you at the gate after school?” he asks, eyes brightening in hope. You nod and Yoongi has to bite his lip to stop the huge smile that threatens to pull at his cheeks.

+ + +

“I swear he isn’t always like this” Yoongi shakes his head, turning his attention to look at you.

“I think it’s amusing” you turn towards your new friend, wincing when Seokjin, who had previously been dancing on a chair, falls onto a table. Both your eyes snap towards the eldest of the group, trying to gauge if he was okay or needed immediate medical attention.

Yoongi supposes the alcohol coursing through Seokjin’s veins was enough to help him stagger to his feet like he hadn’t just body slammed into a table, and Jungkook has to wave off a worried bar tender who had already pulled his phone from his pocket, moments away from calling for an ambulance.

Taehyung scans Jin’s body, trying to figure out if he had a concussion or not. And Jungkook tries to ask his hyung if he remembers who he is.

“This isn’t what I imagined dinner to be” you turn back to Yoongi who elegantly brings his glass of whisky to his lips, somehow looking like royalty in such a grimy bar, tucked away in an alleyway.

He hums, letting his taste buds soak in the refined flavour of the liquor before he answers you, “Me neither. Usually, we go to that shitty Italian place down the street”

“I like it there!” you exasperate, “Their dessert is really good”

“I don’t like dessert”

“What?” you breathe, “You devil, how could you not like dessert?”

Yoongi snorts, a little unattractive on his part but he couldn’t help himself, “Why stuff yourself more when you’ve just had a meal?” (Maybe you liked to be stuffed, but you thought it was a bit too soon for that conversation)

“Because you always have a second stomach for dessert” you tell him instead, “Honestly I got that vibe from you”

“What vibe?”

“Dessert hating vibes, I knew the moment you told me you liked black coffee, with no milk, no sugar that you were a dessert hater” you explain, dramatic shake to your head.

“I’m not a dessert hater, doll. I just have priorities”

“Really bad ones. I refuse to accept any dessert slander”

Yoongi opens his mouth, eyes widening a little in shock when you place a finger over his lips, “Uh uh” you shake your head.

Yoongi laughs at that, tongue poking out from between his lips to lick your finger. You recoil, nose scrunching at Yoongi who only laughs. (He had always preferred his own fingers in other people’s mouths, never really enjoying them in his own).

“Okay, lovers, we’re going home” Jungkook pushes between yours and Yoongi’s seats, “Jin’s about to pass out and I’m moments away from leaving him on the streets”

Both you and Yoongi turn to look over at Taehyung who holds up a very wobbly Seokjin, and you nod in understanding. But Yoongi feels his heart sink at the thought of having to go home already, he had started to enjoy your company, slowly peeling back each layer of your very being.

“I’ll walk you home” Yoongi places a hand on your shoulder when the five of you make it out of the bar. You nod, giving Jungkook a quick hug before he helps Taehyung lug their friend home.

You and Yoongi walk in silence, nothing uncomfortable; just the two of you basking in the company of one another.

Yoongi startles a little when you take a sudden hold of his wrist, “Yoongi, let’s go there” you pull him towards the familiar, drab Italian restaurant that he’s spent way too many weekends drinking in.

The lights at the front blink, bare wires hanging on for dear life to keep the neon lights hung about the windows of the restaurant. The fluorescent light momentarily blind the both of you as you wander inside.

Yoongi makes no fuss as you pull him into a booth by the window, encouraging you even, by handing you a menu. You flip it open, “My treat” you say, ignoring Yoongi as he opens his mouth to argue.

“You can treat me, next time”

Next time.

You wanted to see Yoongi again. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through him, making him that little more delusional that you could feel the same about him as he does you.

“Fine” he drawls, motioning for a waiter to come to the table when you drop the menu with a little smile.

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“Did you really have to order only dessert?”

“I got you black coffee as well” you argue, “if you don’t like them, then I’ll eat it”

Yoongi tuts, watching as the waiter brings over your tray of treats. More sugar than the mad hatter had at his tea party balanced on one rusting metal tray.

You wiggle happily in your seat, and Yoongi turns his head to look out the window, coving the blush that coats the skin of his cheeks in dusty red; and Yoongi wonders if this is what falling in love feels like, a new addiction worming its way into his heart. And Yoongi worries he won’t be able to stop himself, fingers itching to feel this again even if it’s only one more time.

“I got you tiramisu, because it tastes like coffee” you push the small plate towards him, eyes wide with wonder as Yoongi take a fork from one of the napkins, everything he does fascinating you as he holds himself with the grace and dignity a lot of people aspire for.

He awkwardly takes a forkful of cake, worried you were scrutinizing him for not eating this right. What if he hated it? And you got offended? What if you were turned off because he didn’t like the same foods as you? Is it a red flag to not like sweet things? God, Yoongi would shovel this cake into his mouth if it meant you’d give him a smile.  

Yoongi thinks you must be able to read his mind, “You don’t have to like it” you remind him, picking up your own fork as you pull a plate towards your body, excitement of a child in your eyes.  

+ + +

“What are you doing for Christmas?” you ask, turning towards Yoongi who dips his paintbrush into the can.

“Probably spend it with my dog” he shrugs, rubbing his gloved hands across his sweats, hoping to warm them up a little.

“You have a dog?” you gape, “Why didn’t you tell me?” you sulk.

Yoongi had told you he’d noticed the paint on your heaters chipping, a potential fire hazard (or so he claims), and that he would repaint them for you with heat safe paint. You’d nodded, offering to help him during the weekend, He’d shrugged, telling you it was your choice, that the room would be cold as you couldn’t paint on scorching hot metal, but you’d only giggled, telling him to pass his phone so you could add his number, and that you’d see him tomorrow. And Yoongi had felt dizzy when you’d brushed him off, determined to meet him that weekend and help.

Now he finds himself with you, both bundled up in coats, and woolly gloves to keep the both of you warm as you paint the morning away. The morning birds haven finished their songs for the day, probably ready to eat as lunch neared, afternoon sun squeezing minimal heat into the classroom through the windows.

“Do you have any plans?” he asks, foot tapping anxiously on the floor.

You shake your head, “I usually visit my parents, but they said they’re sick of white Christmases. So, my dad whisked them off to some tropical island until the end of February when it gets a little warmer”

“You didn’t want to go?”

“It’s not that, I just have a job, and I wouldn’t be able to stay all that long with work chasing me during the holidays”

Yoongi hums, “Want to spend it together?”

Your eyes widen, turning towards Yoongi who continues to paint, acting as if he hadn’t just offered to spend Christmas with you.

“Huh?” you breathe, “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude”

“On what? Me and my dog? Jin Hyung usually stops by, but I think he secretly has a girlfriend because for the last two years he drops off some cookies and then rushes out the door, without his obligatory kisses”

“What about Jungkook and Taehyung?”

“They spend the holidays together, probably fucking. They can’t keep their hands to themselves” you giggle at that.

“They’re cute” you tell him, happy smile pulling onto your face as you recall the ‘dinner’ you’d had together a few weeks ago. And how much Jungkook and Taehyung seemed to be drawn to one another; you think they must the definition of love. Just pure, unadulterated love between the two of them. Two little lovebirds who are mates for the rest of their lives, always drawn to one another.

Jin had showed up to your classroom with a box of chocolates to apologize on the following Monday, babbling how unprofessional the whole encounter was. You’d waved him off, inviting him for coffee or tea during break times if he ever needed a breather from the swarm of students that always seem to gather outside his office door. All hoping to spend a little more time with the good-looking language teacher, innocent crushes pushing them to work hard in class.

He’d thanked you. Apologizing once more before he’d scuttled away with a sheepish smile plastered on his face. Late for a meeting he had with the head of department, and he had already missed the meeting the month prior.

“They’re cute when they’re not sucking each other’s tongues” Yoongi grunts, nudging the sleeve of your jacket so it wouldn’t fall into the pan of paint, worried it wouldn’t wash out from your sleeves.

“Let them be in love” you whine, wiggling a little in place, “Could you imagine loving someone like they do?”

Yoongi shakes his head, “Never been in love”

“Really?”

“I mean I dated in high school but nothing close to love” Yoongi turns towards you, “What about you?”

Your cheeks flush, “I’ve never uhh—I’ve never dated. Like at all”

Yoongi blinks, “Not even that smarmy dick?”

“Who?”

“Kim Namjoon or whatever his name is?”

Your tongue wets your lips, and then your eyes widen, “God no” you let out a long breath, “He asked me out last year and I said no. Why on earth would a high school literature teacher ask me out?”

“Because you’re pretty?” Yoongi replies, avoiding eye contact by mixing the paint a little.

“That’s shallow of him” you scoff, “He’s a narcissist anyways, I would never be as good looking as he believes himself to be” you tell Yoongi, and the caretaker wants to bash his head against the table behind him with how oblivious you are.

“That’s shitty” Yoongi agrees, though he feels his heart constrict. Didn’t you know how perfect you are?

“You know he told me I should have studied for a more sophisticated profession, and asked why I wanted to work with kids below the age of 15” you frown, “I thought that was a little mean, so I told him to go fuck himself”

Yoongi laughs at that, “I always see him near your table at lunch”

You hum, nodding—“He’s been trying to win me over with cakes and cookies, I only smile so I get free stuff out of him”

“So, you’re leading him on?”

You drop your brush into the paint pan, “Is that what I’m doing? That’s really shitty” you look at Yoongi with guilty eyes. 

“I guess if he’s a bad man then it’s a little more forgivable” he gently places his paintbrush beside your own, “But he doesn’t deserve you if he’s an asshole”

You nod at that, small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

+ + +

“Please Yoongi” you tug on the sleeve of his jacket, trying to veer him towards the ice rink.

He only grunts, “I don’t skate”

“But it’s Christmas” your shoulders fall, and Yoongi feels as though he just kicked a puppy with your sad pout.

“Fine” he takes your hand, pulling you towards the old woman at the rental booth.

<3

Yoongi can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat, having just watched you fall onto your bottom only minutes after getting onto the rink.

“Hey!” you point an accusing finger at him, “It’s not funny”

“Just a little, darling” he tries hard to stifle his laugh, but fails miserably when you try to push yourself to stand; stood more like a new-born doe who hadn’t grasp the concept of walking yet.

Yoongi misses the devious smile on your face when he bends down to help you stand, your cheeks warming at the pretty smile the caretaker had, warm like a spring afternoon.

“When you offered for us to go skating, I thought you’d be good at it”

You cross your arms over your chest, instantly regretting the sudden action as you wobble. You let out something akin to a squeak when Yoongi takes a hold of your arms, helping stabilise you as your stomach tenses.

“My little deer” he laughs, hands skimming down the length of your arms to hold your hands.

You feel heat creep up your neck, burning the tips of your ears; feeling some relief knowing that your nose and ears were already red from the cold, so you only bite your lip, trying not to let your shuddering breath become known to Yoongi.

He, however, sees your eyes glaze over, something he hadn’t seen from you yet. And it only feeds into his little fantasy of you sprawled out across the sheets of his bed, his name clinging to your tongue, dripping like sweet honey as you beg for more. More of what? He has yet to decide. He’s imagined eating you out, sure that you’d recoil, shy, when he tries to go down on you. He wonders what you’d look like, bouncing prettily on his cock, begging for him to help you, legs shaking as he pounds into you, if your moans would be as soft as your voice, if you’d try to cover your mouth with your hands.

Yoongi coughs, bringing his attention back to you who wobbles, another attempt to skate towards him on your own. This time, Yoongi is ready when you stagger forwards, holding onto your waist as you tumble into his chest.

“Sorry” you whisper, “I don’t think I’m very good at this”

Yoongi laughs, “Nothing a little practice can’t fix”

+ + +

“Merry Christmas Yoongi” you beam, handing him the neatly wrapped gift, little cats printed on the paper.

“Merry Christmas” he takes you hand, pulling you into his warm apartment, heat enveloping you, cleansing you from the toe biting cold of the outside world.

You startle at the wet nose that prods your bare fingers, gaze flitting towards the floor where the fluffy little dog sniffs at your clothes, a cute puff of brown.

“That’s Holly” he tells you, placing your gift underneath the small tree into the corner of the living room beside the one he had bought you.

You crouch down, scratching Holly under the chin, giggling as the excited dog circles your legs.

You wander into the living room, not so subtly peeking at Yoongi’s home. You liked it; it was cosy, and ever so Yoongi. You take a seat on one of the couches, Yoongi following suit once he’d turned the tree lights on, green like vibrant dragonflies dancing from branch to branch.

“I hope you’re okay with takeaway, I looked up how to cook Christmas dinner online, and it’s a little too advanced for me”

You smile, “Don’t tell my mother, but I’ve never been a fan of Christmas dinner”

“Perfect”

<3

“You make music?” you gawk, “That’s so cool”

“It’s a nice side hobby I suppose” he shrugs, not delving into how deep his love for music really is; he knew that if he started, he wouldn’t know when to stop. A little too passionate about his producing than he would like to let on, the last thing he needed was for you to leave when he was enjoying your company.

“You’ll have to show me one day” you tell him, nudging his shoulder as you sit beside one another. Knees pressed snug, body heat warming one another up.

Yoongi picks up another slice of beef, placing it on your plate, “maybe” he shrugs.

“You’re very secretive” you point out.

“Private”

You hum at that, “That is a good trait. More for me to uncover”

“Yeah?” he asks, smile tugging at his lips, “What are you trying to uncover”

Yoongi doesn’t miss the as your eyes flit down his body, straying a little at the waist band of his sweats before travelling back to his lips.

“Everything” you tell him honestly, and he can see the naked emotions that swim behind your eyes; raw need.

“I suppose you should get started then” he whispers, eyes flicking between both of your own.

“Right now?”

Yoongi nods, turning his body to face you; his hand coming to cup your cheek. You close your eyes, low moan reverberating up your throat as Yoongi presses his lips gently against your own. And as cliché as it sounds, Yoongi thinks he hears fireworks somewhere in the distance, lips tingling with want as he feels the warmth of you pressed along the length of his body.

Yoongi drinks in every little sound you make, spurring him to deepen kiss, his tongue flicking to part your own. As you both pull away, Yoongi leans in for a quick peck to your lips before he falls back into his seat.

“I guess I also have a lot to uncover, huh?” he whispers, fingers tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “I really like you Y/n” he admits, hands clammy as he gauges your reaction.

“I really like you too” you tell him, and Yoongi smiles at the red hue that coats your cheeks; he can only imagine his match your own.

+ + +

“We should totally go on a double date” Taehyung grins, arm wrapped around Jungkook’s shoulder.

“We’re not dating though” Yoongi grunts, leaning back in his seat. His gaze flits over towards your table of co-workers, you more focused on something on your phone than what they were gossiping about.

“You went on a date, spent Christmas and New Year together, kissed, confessed and you’re not dating?” Jin gawks, astonished by what he was hearing.

Yoongi had asked after your little Christmas escapade, if you wanted to spend New Year together as well. He took you out for lunch, and then the two of you milled around a little market on the outskirts of the city. He’d met a few of your students, their happy smiles when they spotted you, warming Yoongi’s heart. And God forbid he didn’t hate children as much as he used to. (They could be cute sometimes, but only when it comes to you.) As well as conversing with a few parents, more than a few commenting on how cute you and Yoongi were together.

Nothing much more than kissing had happened, and you’d found the excuse for a few more kisses when you’d spotted little brushes of mistletoe hanging from the market huts, left over from the Christmas market that plagued the streets only weeks prior. And who was Yoongi to deny tradition?

The two of you had sat on a hill on New Year’s Day, Yoongi with his coffee, and you with piping hot, hot chocolate, both a little hung over from your little festivities the night prior (with a kiss when the clock hands struck midnight), and the both of you talked about the future. Your individual futures, and the future you want to have together.

You’d both agreed to take it slow, neither of you needed to rush into this relationship. You both knew you liked each other, that much had been established, and there was a mutual understanding that you had all the time in the world to learn more about each other before defining your relationship. You both understood what you had was exclusive, but neither of you felt labels were necessary. The unnecessary shadow that would loom over your shoulders, creeping up on you until your relationship evidently crumbles under the pressure of societal labels and standards of what a ‘good’ relationship is.

“So what?” Yoongi turns towards Jin, “We’re taking it slow”

“Slow my ass, you both act like you’ve been in a long-term relationship”

“Do not” Yoongi argues, feeling stupid that his reply had come off so juvenile.

“Yeah?” Seokjin challenges, and Yoongi knows he shouldn’t take the bait.

But he does, “Yeah”

“Whose lunchbox is that then?” he points at the prettily wrapped lunch that sat before you on the table. New shiny bento box that Yoongi had ordered online especially for you, with enough layers to make sure you would eat a nutritional lunch. With how many sweets you ate, Yoongi worried you spoiled yourself, so he took on the role of your chef; making sure you were eating healthier.

Yoongi coughs, “Mine. What are you gonna do about it?”

“Tease you” Jin laughs, pushing himself from his seat when Yoongi shoots him a hard glare. Waving at the small group before he makes his descent back to his classroom, a small group of students having filled in what was meant to be an easy lunch.  

“I think you’re doing great, Hyung” Jungkook soothes, smiling over at Taehyung who nudges his side.

“Kookie is right, you don’t have to rush into these things. As long as the two of you are happy, that’s all that counts” Taehyung nods.

“Plus, Jin Hyung is definitely projecting, he’s hiding someone. I just know it” Jungkook nods, head falling onto his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Yoongi!” you call as you skip towards his lunch table, perking up at your voice.

“Yes?” he pulls out what was once Jin’s chair, pulling you to sit beside him.

“What do you think about these for Holly?” you shove your phone into his face, “I really like the blue one” you mutter.

“They’re lovely, doll” he smiles, taking your phone so the bright screen wasn’t blaring in his eyes, the images more of a blur of colours, messily mixed like paints on a pallet.

“Personally, my favourite is the purple one” you scroll down when Yoongi places the device on the table. He looks down at the little sweater you have on a website that specialises in dog clothes.

“It’s cute” Yoongi agrees.

“But Yoongs, Holly would look good in like red or something” you sigh dramatically, prominent frown pulled at your pretty lips, begging Yoongi to kiss it away.  

Yoongi scrolls up, eyeing the other dog clothes they had on the website, “Why not get both? One for you and one for Holly” he shrugs, “There’s still a few weeks left of winter”

You nod, small smile now tugging at your lips and Yoongi feels somewhat accomplished. He ignores the intruding stares of his two friends sat across the table, kicking Taehyung’s shin when he opens his mouth to surely make a comment on Yoongi’s somewhat soft behaviour. Emotions on display for everyone to see.

“Okay!” you push yourself to stand, “I’m going to find my credit card” you announce and Yoongi grunts at that.

“I’ll pay” he also stands, but you push him back into his seat, shaking your head.

“No, you won’t. It’s my gift”

“Doll” Yoongi stares up at you, and he thinks he sees a crack in your resolve. He smiles when you cover his eyes with your hand.

“Don’t look at me like that” you whine, skin prickling with goosebumps when Yoongi skims his fingers down your arm, blindly seeking out your touch.

“Like what?” he asks, teasing lilt to his tone.

“Like you can tell me what to do”

“Is that so?”

You pull your hands from his eyes, frowning down at the caretaker, “I’m leaving” you tell him.

“I’ll take you out for dinner then” Yoongi calls when you turn away from the table.

“Okay!” you call over your shoulder, “text me later” you wave at him.

Yoongi turns towards Jungkook and Taehyung who have two annoying smiles plastered on their faces.

“Neither of you say a word” he points between them, “Not one”

+ + +

“Y/n!”

You startle, Yoongi using his hand to cushion your elbow before you could whack it on the edge of the table.

Both you and Yoongi turn towards where the honeyed voice came from, and Yoongi let’s out a low grunt when Namjoon saunters towards the table you’re sat at.

Yoongi had asked you out on a little coffee date, nothing too fancy, something to help the two of you wind down from another hectic week of work.

Yoongi had bought you a cake, getting the one that had little cat ears cut from sugar paper, and got himself a black coffee. You got sweet tea, and then you told him everything you’d been up to, talking of parents that had given you gifts at the start of the semester, and that you’d have to give him one of the funnier mugs for his coffee in the morning.

Everything was serene, perfect even. And Yoongi couldn’t have asked for anything more. His favourite girl by his side, with a perfect cup of coffee. Until Kim Namjoon decided to ruin his good mood.

“Namjoon” you greet, empty smile being thrown at the high school teacher.

“Fancy seeing you here” he laughs, inviting himself to your table. Taking a seat opposite Yoongi. Said man places his hand on your thigh gently, silent reassurance that he is there for you just in case this unplanned meeting goes south. And as much as you wanted to tell him to go away, you knew you would see him around work and the last thing you needed was an awkward encounter in the halls, you could feel your skin crawl at the thought of it.

“Yes, funny coincidence” you squeeze out, turning to look at Yoongi who gives you a curt nod.

“And who’s this?” Namjoon motions towards Yoongi, acting as though he was the one who had just barged into his café date. Eyes narrowing in slight distaste.

“Her boyfriend” Yoongi tells him, smug smile unmissable when Namjoon’s smile drops.

He turns to look at you, as if asking for confirmation. You nod, only deepening Namjoon’s frown. Yoongi’s fingers tighten on your thigh, and you feel a dull throb between your legs when he does, squirming a little in place, and if Yoongi notices, he doesn’t make it apparent.

“I didn’t know you two were—” he wags a finger in your general direction, “a thing” he finishes, the words leaving a bad taste on his tongue.

“Not everyone drones on about their relationships, Namjoon” you point out, finding it hard to fight off the smug smile that threatened to show. You see, Namjoon had a track record of bragging about his escapades, either it be a quick fling with a woman who worshiped the ground he walked on (his words, not yours), or short-term relationships where he would boast about every detail of his sex life. Something you had no interest in.

“If you’ll excuse us, I was enjoying my date” you motion to Yoongi beside you, a bored expression taking over his features.

“You heard her” he adds, motioning for Namjoon to leave. Translation: Fuck off.

Yoongi thinks he sees the tips of Namjoon’s ears flush red, slithering its way down his cheeks and neck, and Yoongi feels his heart swell when you lean against his shoulder; Namjoon glaring at the two of you as he stands up.

“Boyfriend, huh?” you ask when Namjoon is out of your general vicinity.

Yoongi turns to look out the window, his silent wish of you not bringing that up clearly not being heard by some higher power.

“Only if that’s okay with you” he mutters.

“Is this you asking me out?” you laugh, head falling backwards, and Yoongi turns, wanting to catch your smile.

“Y/n?” he calls, hand coming to hold your cheek as you tilt your head back down to look at him.

You hum.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

+ + +

“Okay!” Seokjin claps his hands, “News for this week. Yoongi first”

And all three pairs of eyes land on the caretaker. Now that the weather had started to warm up a little, the sun no longer shying away behind fluffy, cotton candy clouds, lunch times were spent behind the school. Away from students, and the beady eyes of other staff that had a habit of eavesdropping on everyone’s conversations. And then before you knew it, the whole faculty knew about your secrets.

Yoongi places a hand on his chin in thought, “I helped Y/n build a new desk for her classroom and put up some new blinds that she bought. Oh...” he drawls, “And she’s now my girlfriend”

Seokjin’s jaw drops, and Yoongi wants to make a snide comment, being cut out by a loud gasp from his hyung. Jungkook and Taehyung laugh from their spot opposite Yoongi, nodding their congratulations as Jin pinches the bridge of his nose.

“And you didn’t think to text me?” he mutters, mock offense lacing his tone.

“What about your partner Hyung?” Jungkook prods, not missing the wide eyes of the eldest.

“How did you know about that?” he whispers, leaning across the table.

“You were kind of obvious” Taehyung placates, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“So? Who are they?” Yoongi prods, having waited years for his friend to finally spill the beans on this secret relationship he’d been trying to hide (and clearly failed).

“I met her in the town over, she already has a kid, but the father left. We’ve been taking it slow, but I really do like her” he admits, and Taehyung can’t help the mushy smile that takes over his features.

“On the topic of children…” Jungkook trails off, giving a look to his boyfriend, who only nods in encouragement. “We’re planning to adopt”

Yoongi’s eyes widen a little in surprise, it’s not as if the two hadn’t fiddled with the idea of adopting; he just never expected it to be so soon.

“Oh my god” Seokjin cried, “I’m going to be an uncle”

“That’s a really big decision” Yoongi nods, a small smile toying at the edge of his lips.

“It is” Taehyung agrees, “But we both have stable jobs, and a home. Neither of us plan to go anywhere anytime soon”

“What about the wedding?” Jin asks.

“A wedding can happen any time. We both know that we want to spend the rest of our lives together, so there’s no rush really” Jungkook shrugs.

“What about you Hyung? When are you getting married” Taehyung points his attention towards the caretaker.

“He only just asked me to be his girlfriend” your arms wrap around Yoongi’s neck, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss on his cheek.

Yoongi scoots over to make room for you on the bench.

“Not with your friends?” he asks, hand coming to rest on your thigh as you pull your own lunch (courtesy of Yoongi), placing it onto the table.

“Nope” you shake your head, handing him a neatly cut triangular sandwich, “Namjoon came over, so I lost my appetite” you tell him, and he hums in understanding. Muttering a short ‘bastard’ under his breath.

+ + +

Perfect didn’t seem like the right word to describe your relationship with Min Yoongi. It was beyond anything you could have ever asked for. Something that not many people had during their first relationships; trial and error finally pulling you down the path of your soulmate. However, you seemed to hit the jackpot, first try.

Before you knew it a year had flown by, memories floating by like the wind would, caressing your cheek in the morning on the way to school. Days merging into weeks and weeks into months. And even with a mush of weeks and days, Yoongi always made you feel the most special, like you were the only one he had eyes for.

Yoongi had never been the most vocal man, but you’d learnt that he loved you all as much. He would pack your lunches in cute little boxes, and on Friday’s he would slip a little note into your bag with plans for the weekend or a shopping list so you could both wander around the supermarket as soon as the home time bell rigs. He would come to your classroom after school with cold drinks in the summer and overly sweet hot chocolate in the winter.

Although he would never admit it, he really did like the tiramisu from that shitty Italian restaurant at the end of street, and he thought it was ridiculous how many dates the both of you had spent in there. He’d voiced out a concern one evening, you sprawled across his bed like a dream, with your favourite candle lit, and Holly filling the gap between your bodies; he worried he wasn’t doing enough. You had told him you really didn’t care, as long as you were together, even lounging in bed for the day made you happy. And as if to prove a point, you and Yoongi had spent the whole day in bed together, binging your favourite shows (amongst other things).

You walked around fair grounds together, shared secrets between kisses, and it was the small things that he would do for you, that reminded you that Min Yoongi really did love you. Like washing your face of an evening or picking up snacks from the convenience store because he knew you’d ran out.

You remember the evening he opened up about his music, not just a silly little hobby like he had initially told you. He told you about how cathartic it was for him to produce. He showed you notebook upon notebook of lyrics that he had written from his teens through to his adult years; a little window into the man you were dating.

You know he likes dogs more than cats; you know he adores Holly. You know he hates sweet coffee, the bitter taste on his tongue somewhat of a comfort for him. You know he liked to stay home rather than melt within a crowd of rowdy people. And if the two of you ever found yourself trapped with too many sounds and too many bodies, Yoongi would place his hand on the back of your neck, reassurance that he was still there, helping ground you from all the overflowing number of stimuli that were trying to scratch at your brain.

Min Yoongi liked to cook, liked to experiment in the kitchen and he loved it even more when he could cook for you. He liked watching your face light up when you liked something, he liked the way your nose would scrunch up in that cute way when a taste was unfamiliar or too bitter.

Yoongi liked the curtains in your apartment, thin in a way the sun would caress your skin as it woke before you. As he would lay there, fingers trailing over the naked skin of your back, loving the way you’d slowly start to become conscious of the world around you. And the smile that would stretch onto your face, unconditional love mingled with tired eyes as you woke up to the sight of sleep roughed Yoongi first thing in the morning.

Yoongi liked the winter more than he did the summer. Maybe it was because that is when he first worked up the courage to talk to you.

Yoongi liked wearing the colour black, something so simple but looked so good on him. He, however, adored when you’d wear colourful shirts, dresses that complimented the tone of your skin, and he thinks if he were to turn this into a metaphor, you were the one who finally brought colour into his monotone life. An endless cycle of loneliness that he hadn’t realised he was drowning in before he had met you.

Yoongi liked that when you had moved into his home, small parts of you leaked into his, your, living space. Canvases of unfinished paintings, and photos from your childhood. His closet was no longer half empty, overflowing with a concoction of both your clothes. Odd pieces of furniture that you hadn’t wanted to let go of now filling the gaps of his once arguably scarce apartment.

Min Yoongi loved you.

He loved everything about you.

He loved how kind you were, patient in a way that only a kindergarten teacher could be. He liked that with others you always seemed a little reserved, shy in your actions, but with him you had no qualms about what you said or how you acted. Min Yoongi loved you because you always thought of him as much as he thought of you. He would feel his heart flutter when you would leave coffee on the desk in his office or help him pick out what shirt to wear to work.

Min Yoongi loved that you were the last thing he would see before he went to sleep, with his arm slung around your waist, and he loved that from the minute he would wake up, there you were, right by his side.

Min Yoongi loved that you were the last missing puzzle piece of his life. Fitting ever so perfectly in the gap he never knew was missing.

+ + +

“Yoongi, hold on” you gasp, head falling back into the plethora of pillows he had thrown onto the bed.

‘So you’re comfy’ Yoongi had frowned. And if you could think a coherent thought maybe you would thank him. Your head rocking up into the pillow padded headboard; pleasure licking up your spine.

You feel Yoongi’s tongue flick at your clit, a mixture of his own spit and your arousal dripping down his chin like liquid honey. And Yoongi makes sure to try and save every delicious mouthful of your essence. Something so uniquely you, so sweet, something that only Yoongi gets the pleasure to taste; because he had no plans of letting you go anytime soon.

Your boyfriend prods his tongue at your entrance, your legs shaking as his thumb gently brushes over your overstimulated clit. You see, Yoongi had this game, he liked to see how long he could eat you out, and how many times he could make you cum before he fucked you senseless on his cock. Leaving your clit to throb in a mixture of want and denial, swollen from being toyed with.

“One more, baby” he takes a deep breath, wasting no time in diving his tongue into you, molten arousal coating his lips, and as much as Yoongi loved it when your thighs would clamp round his head, today he wanted you bare. Spread out prettily just for him to devour. So, he holds your thighs open, straining them as he tries to push his head as far between your thighs as physically possible, lips pulling into a grin when you thrust your hips to meet his tongue; chasing your own pleasure.

He feels your fingers thread with his hair when he pushes his tongue in a little deeper, thumb still strumming at your clit. And he wonders if he could make you cum from just playing with your clit alone. He’d made you cum just from toying with your nipples once, the picture of you, flushed face, a sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies as his teeth clamped down on your puffy nipples, red raw from his mouth, and he remembers the surprised moan you’d graced him with when you had come.  

“I can’t” you moan, mouth falling open.

Yoongi grunts, pulling his face away from your cunt, his index finger sinking into your entrance.

“Yes, you can” he tells you, fingers delving, eager to find that spot which will make you see stars, groaning at the sound you let out when he sinks a second finger into your greedy cunt.

He uses his other arm to hold down your waist as you try to eagerly buck into his fingers, little whimpers tumbling from your lips, and Yoongi thinks that was his favourite sound. He had asked once to add your moans to a song, your cheeks had flushed, laughing like Yoongi had been joking. And then your boyfriend had fucked you in his home office, with your hand clamped over your mouth, a little game to see how long you could stay silent.

He was surprised how long you’d been able to keep it up, and it had become his own personal goal to make sure you moaned his name every time he played with you.

“Please, please, please” you whine breathlessly.

“Please what, baby? I can’t help you of you don’t tell me what’s wrong” he frowns, tone mocking as he slows his fingers to a gentle thrust.

“No, no, Yoongi faster please” you cry, tilting your head to look at him, and Yoongi leans up to brush the stray tears from your cheeks, sadistic smile on his face.

“Yeah?” he asks, watching as you nod; pitiful as you rock your hips to try and push his fingers deeper inside of you.

Your boyfriend leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your pouty lips, your sad frown enough for him to finally give you what you want.

He trails his lips down your body, stopping to press a gentle kiss to your nipples, tongue flicking out to toy with them as you wiggle underneath him, shuddering breath reverberating around the otherwise silent room.

“Cum one more time and then I’ll fuck you” he mutters, “Okay, baby?”

You hum, and Yoongi pushes himself off your body.

“Words” he reminds you, and you have to wrack your brain.

“Yes”

“Good girl” he pushes his head back between his legs, something comforting about being here; like Yoongi belonged, sandwiched between your thighs.

Two of his fingers strum at your clit, a breathy chuckle fanning over your sensitive cunt when he laughs as you moan. His tongue lapping up the arousal that had started to dribble from your hole.

“You’re really wet, baby”

You hum, not quite sure you heard him or not. But Yoongi laps up another string of your essence, acting more like a starved puppy than a man, but he supposes he always was a little feral around you.

“Think you can squirt for me?” he grunts, exchanging his tongue for his fingers as the wet muscle in his mouth now plays with your clit.

He suctions the sensitive pearl, teeth grazing it as he sinks three fingers into your hole. You moan into a pillow, thighs once again shaking as Yoongi thrusts his fingers into you in quick succession. He can feel your walls clench around him sporadically, tips of his fingers nudging that spongy tissue as he curls them upwards.

“Cum, baby” he grunts, wrist straining as he tries to keep a steady pace.

He feels his fingers being pushed from your hole as you squirt, his shirt soaking through with your juices. Your thighs shakes as he pushes his fingers back into your cunt, thrusting them in a couple of times before more of your arousal leaks onto the bed sheets.

“How messy” he tuts, pulling his shirt from over his head.

“Your fault” you argue, chest rising and falling, uneasy as you catch your breath.

Yoongi pushes himself up your body, arms flexing as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips; a lot slower, more passionate than those from prior in the evening.

Yoongi brushes a wet piece of hair from your face, your forehead glazed with a thin layer of sweat.

“You did so well for me” he whispers, hands trailing down the sides of your body, an attempt to ground you a little. When he sees a little more clarity in your eyes, legs not still shaking where they rest against his thighs he presses a gentle kiss to your cheeks.

“Think you can take my cock?” he asks, “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to” he reminds you.

You nod, “I’m okay, I don’t know if I can cum again though”

“Guess we’ll have to check” he pushes himself to sit on his knees.

Yoongi ignores you as you eye his sweats, hard shaft hardly veiled by the grey fabric. And you think you are moments away from jumping the man. With how perfect he looked in the orange glow of the lamplight, chin shining in your arousal. It was hard to stop your pussy from leaking, and it would have been a little embarrassing just how wet you were if you didn’t know Yoongi absolutely loved when you got like this for him.

You watch as he leans across the bed, lithe fingers tugging the drawer open. Your fingers toy with the waist band of his sweats, and Yoongi lets out a breathy chuckle when you tug on them.

Your boyfriend sits up, shiny foil packet held between two fingers, those same two fingers that had brought you to your high twice already tonight.

“Can I help?” you push yourself to sit up, biting your lip at the dull throbbing between your thighs.

Yoongi hands the condom to you, scooting himself off the bed to discard the rest of his clothes. You watch as he pulls off his sweats, having foregone any underwear that evening, and your eyes train on his cock.

You think that your boyfriend maybe had the prettiest cock, he took pride in grooming himself; always making sure to be clean. You can only wonder how long it must have been erected for, cockhead an angry red, shiny with Yoongi’s own arousal, little beads of pre-cum cascading down his length.

You lean forwards, taking the girthy cock into your hands, the familiar weight making you salivate a little. You run the tip over your lips, coating it in Yoongi’s pre-cum.

“No teasing, doll” he grunts, and you smile, pulling back.

You roll the latex over his shaft, leaving it to bob uselessly against the skin of his stomach as he climbs back onto the bed.

“You sure you’re, okay?” he checks, helping lay you down comfortably, lifting the lower half of your body by your ankles, his other hand grabbing a pillow to cushion your hips.

He drops your legs back onto the bed, watching as you smile up at him.

“Come here” you tell him, and Yoongi obliges, humming into the gentle kiss you place on his lips, your own cum still staining the taste of him.

He wraps your thighs around his waist, one arm holds him up as he lines himself with your entrance.

Your mouth falls open into a silent ‘o’ when he pushes the head in, and Yoongi always makes sure to watch your face when he finally fucks you; not only as reassurance that you like what’s happening but so he knows just the right spot to drill into you.

Yoongi holds your hips as you try to rock forwards, his own hips stuttering in anticipation; but he holds himself back, liking the intimacy of having you sprawled out beneath him, fully trusting that he’ll take care of you. There had always been something so fulfilling to Yoongi about these intimate moments with you, your bodies joining to become one, your body pliant to his every move.

His hands leave your hips, skimming up your body before lacing his finger between your own.

“You good?” he whispers, unsure if he could utter anything more with how warm and wet you were, cunt clenching rhythmically around his length.

“Yeah” you whisper back, fingers tightening around his own when he gently pulls out before thrusting back into you.

Something akin to a squeak, tumbles from your lips when Yoongi picks up his pace, hands never letting go of yours as his hips snap forwards, thighs slapping against thighs with nothing more than the music of your bodies filling the silence of your bedroom.

Yoongi can only describe the sounds coming from you as pornographic, his thrusts pushing you up a little on the bed, he feels your nails dig into the skin of his hands, his own grunts mirroring your own pleasure.

“So close, so close” he chants, using whatever strength he has left in his arms to lean down, greedily sucking your left nipple between his teeth, teasing nips sending jolts of pleasure down your body.

Your boyfriend can feel your legs shake as he sucks a love bite just above the sensitive skin of your nipple, your hips bucking to meet his own.

He lets go of one of your hands, “Play with yourself, pretty. Let’s cum together”

You nod, sweat trickling down your neck as you trail a hand down your body. Slicking up your fingers from where Yoongi thrusts into you, your fingers start to play with your clit, jolt of pleasure causing your cunt spasm around Yoongi’s cock.

“Gonna cum” you whine, Yoongi’s teeth clamping around your nipple enough to push you over the edge.

Your legs tighten around his waist, stopping Yoongi’s sloppy thrusts, as you push him as deep inside of you as humanly possible. Your mind a blank slate as it rewires, slowly trying to become conscious of your surroundings.

You feel his cock twitch, his own cum shooting him the condom.

Yoongi collapses on top of you, a rush of air squeezing from your lungs when he lands with a dull thump.

“Ouch” you giggle, not protesting when his arms snake around your waist, flipping the two of over so you lay gently on his chest. 

Yoongi’s fingers brush through your damp hair, “You did so well for me, pretty” he tells you, golden glow of the lamp illuminating him in that post-orgasmic bliss. If you though Yoongi looked good on a normal day, you had been utterly in awe when you’d seen him after he’d came.

“Thank you”

“For what?” he laughs, chest rumbling under your ear.

“Making me cum three times”

“Nothing I like more than my girl feeling good”

You hum at that, trying to push yourself up. Yoongi grunts, tugging you tighter against his chest.

“Yoongs I need to pee, and I feel all sticky” you complain, fingers toying with the divot of his collarbone.

“5 minutes”

“Min Yoongi” you laugh, pinching the skin of his neck.

“Fine but be quick” he loosens his arms. When you push yourself to sit, he pulls you back down.

“Hey!” you complain.

“Need a kiss first” he puckers up his lips, and you indulge him this one time, never in a hurry when it came to kissing your love.

And as you wash up in the bathroom, door slightly ajar where he can see you milling around, his fingers play with the little beaded bracelet you’d gifted him when you spent that first Christmas together.

Yoongi loved you a lot, more than he would ever be able to describe in words. He loved that he could give you a helping hand no matter the situation, and the shiny little ring, hidden away in his nightstand shrouded in a pretty, purple velvet box was his promise to you; that he would stay by your side for the rest of his life.  

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how can he be this pretty!

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OMG IM IN LOVE

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