Bts In The Soop 2

bts in the soop 2

𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 ♡

I mean, come on

Cutest Hermelin by Walter Sprecher

Stuck with you

Summary: It’s the first Christmas since your dad passed away. You, your mum and sister are going to his favourite place to do his favourite thing, skiing. And yet you’re not there. Stuck. Stranded. Trapped. In seemingly the single hottest place in the world. Your transfer flight cancelled so you’re now stuck between home and your family. A snowstorm that causes all flights to be cancelled, heat that just seems wrong at Christmas, your sister crying and shouting down the phone at you, and to top it off, the most annoying man in the world who’s in the same position as you and seems to think you’re friends because of that fact. Merry Christmas to you.

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers; smut; angst; fluff; Christmas fic!

Word count: 29.6k

Warnings: First Christmas since fathers’ death, a lot of emotions off the back of this fact, sisterly bickering, family disputes, anxiety, sadness, crying, not going to lie this gets very sad in places so if this is a triggering subject please do not read, probably really inaccurate knowledge/description of stuff (e.g. the storm, fishing and places – note that I talk about skiing in Chamonix but flying to Geneva, that’s because to get to Chamonix you have to fly into Geneva, probably obvious but just in case), there’s fishing but no fish are injured/killed, explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), fingering, safe penetrative sex, misunderstanding, some more sadness, but it’s still soft and ultimately happy.

Authors Note: Whoops I’ve done it again, a fic that I thought would be 15-20k and yet here she is, another beast. It’s a heavy topic for Christmas, but I promise it is soft and nice in places. Please, please, pleeease check the warnings before reading this as I can understand why it would be a triggering topic, otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

CANCELLED.

The word written in big bold red letters as if to further rub in the point. But there has to be a mistake, because that can’t be right.

You read it again. Check the destination name. Carefully look across to see the time of take-off. But there is no time there, just that stupid, horrible word. Cancelled.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a feminine voice sounds out overhead, your eyes are still firmly fixed on the sign above you. “We regret to inform passengers on the 14:55 flight BA0288 to Geneva that due to unforeseen bad weather the flight has been cancelled. Please can passengers of the 14:55 flight BA0288 to Geneva go to the boarding desk for further information.”

The voice continues to repeat the information while bodies start to shift around you, grumblings following them. But all you can look at is that one word. Cancelled.

You still refuse to believe it’s true. There must have been a mistake somewhere. Someone must have mixed up the flight numbers. Or maybe this is an elaborate prank, something someone thinks is funny. Because your flight can’t be cancelled. It can’t. You’re supposed to be on your way to the snowy peaks, not stuck in the airport of your connecting flight.

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