Hi Em!! For The Drabbles Request, Would U Do Blindfolded!reader X Jin? Thank U Sm Ily

Hi Em!! For the drabbles request, would u do blindfolded!reader x jin? Thank u sm ily 💛💛💛

Summary: ksj x reader

Genre: pwp/smut

Warnings: blindfold, oral sex, cumplay

a/n: This is another gender non-descript fic. Tryna be more inclusive.

WC: 824

Your eyes strain to try to see what’s going on in the room around you even though you know that you know that your face is covered. The fabric rests gently against your brow, cheeks, and eyelids. It’s smooth silk, and the warm fabric against your skin turns you on even more. Everything about the situation has you worked up.

“Is someone a little excited?” you hear the familiar voice say.

It sounds like it’s simultaneously like he’s just a foot from you and that he’s across the room. You thought that when you were blindfolded your other senses would be heightened, but the only thing that’s increased is your sensitivity to touch. You can feel every molecule in the air against your skin. Your hair stands on end, and you feel the goosebumps rising up with the anticipation.

“Are you ready, baby?” Seokjin asks right next to your ear, his hot breath on your skin.

You shudder slightly and nod vigorously, waiting for the next move that Seokjin is going to make. You are antsy, and the anticipation is killing you. Then you feel it.

Small, sharp pricks against the skin of your upper arm. It doesn’t hurt so much as it tickles your senses. He rolls the thin metal down your arm onto your palm. You are completely naked, and your nipples stand erect in the cool air of the room. The sensation increases the arousal you feel pooling your belly.

Then the sensation stops, and you are left completely deprived. You writhe slightly on the bed, trying to stay still and unable. You yearn to have more stimulation on your skin. Anything. You feel yourself whimpering, and it isn’t voluntary. The small sound escaping from within you makes you feel slightly embarrassed at your own desperation.

Seokjin runs his fingers up and down your thighs. The addition of the stimulation makes you moan again, and you feel the saliva started to build in your mouth. You feel like an animal, desperate and wild with lust. After what feels like half an hour, the sensation is going again. You feel slightly relieved that you can take a moment to breathe.

You feel his finger on your lips, tracing slow patterns up and down the curvature of each. He pushes his thumb inside past your lips, and you greedily suck at it. The saltiness of his skin against your tongue makes you crave more of him. You want your tongue to explore every single inch of his skin. 

He retracts his thumb, and then it is replaced by another warm section of skin. This is bigger than his thumb, and you know immediately that his cock rests gingerly against your lips. You massage the head with your lips, kissing and licking it.

You take it all the way into your mouth, and it feels like hot velvet against your tongue. You moan around it. The darkness over your eyes increases the sensation on your tongue. Strings of moans pour out of your chest, and you can’t help but feel completely overcome with arousal.

Seokjin’s fingers lace into your hair, and he pushes your head further down on his cock slightly. He starts to move his hips.

“Is this okay?” he asks in a sultry voice from above you.

He pulls back for a moment, so you can respond. “Yes.”

He grabs more firmly on the back of your head and pushes himself inside of your mouth again. He thrusts in and out of your mouth, and his hips guide the speed. He fucks your face, and you can’t see anything. It overwhelms your senses. You feel like you can smell his pheromones with your throat completely open. You love the way that you gag a little on his cock. 

His hips speed up, and he slams himself into your face. You can feel his cock pulsing on your tongue as he drives into your mouth toward his orgasm. The way that he feels, you can’t help but moan around him. You are growing more and more aroused every second, and you crave his cum more than anything.

His cock pulses one more time, and he slides it from between your lips. He can’t see what he’s doing, but you know that he’s wrapped his hand around his shaft and is stroking it. You feel the hot ropes of cum on your lips and cheeks. You smile as he unloads completely on your face.

Your tongue pokes out from between your lips and laps up all the cum you can possibly reach. Seokjin’s finger trails up through the cum on your cheek. He pushes his fingers roughly into your mouth and you lick at his fingers desperately, trying to collect every last drop.

When he’s finished, he doesn’t remove the mask from your face. He whispers, “But wait there’s more.”

You are in the dark behind the mask, left wondering what’s in store next.

Delightful Affair | KSJ

➵ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader, with a side of Kim Taehyung x reader

➵ Genre, AU: Pride and Prejudice AU, s2l, smut, angst, fluff

➵ Rating: 18+

➵ Word Count: 7k

➵ Summary: You had never thought you would find solace in Kim Taehyung after the midsummer nights you had spent with Kim Seokjin, his long-lost brother.

➵ Warnings, tags: cre*mpie, mentions of de*th, historically accurate mis*gyny, che*ting, pregnancy, family drama, longing, Seokjin forever advocating for the early femin*st movement, probably inaccurate historical timeline (I tried my best but I gave up somewhere)

➵ A/N: This work has been in my docs forever, and it kept getting longer every time I tried to finish it (it’s a Seokjin’s fic type of thing ig) I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! This is a repost because the other one wasn't working on the tags.

The day is grim like no other Seokjin has ever been a witness to in his whole twenty five years of age, his hands are both contrastingly sweaty, the garments his mother has made him wear for the evening don’t seem to stop constricting his throat in the worst way possible, he thinks– perhaps is he were a daughter instead of a son, the thought wouldn’t even cross his mind, watching his soon to be wife down the altar, flowers all but decorating the path that is supposed to mean their ever after happy ending.

She’s a pretty woman, he has to admit as much, red hair that goes down her spine– a foreigner– his father had mentioned, a daughter of some important overseas merchant that might be key to the prosperous future of the rather small town they live in, he can’t help but wonder if his own future may look as boisterous as his parents suggest this marriage will serve as for them all.

Can’t help but wonder, if this would be the one time in his lifetime where he would very much rather choose himself over his parents. You see, Kim Seokjin is a simple man, a madman some would call him as times go by and the shadow of running away from his own wedding as a cowardly excuse of a man, looms over him. Born from a well-off family, educated with the very best their country could offer, raised to take over his father’s ever growing land– yet it didn’t take as much time or effort for his mother to mark him off as a lost cause, helping in the kitchens at fifteen, writing a rebellious downfall of the system–as his father had titled his studies– at the ripe age of eighteen, passing days under the summer sun reading sonnets ‘By a Lady’ at twenty, and now– selfishly running away from what could have been the marriage of the century, in the name of love at twenty five.

Kim Seokjin is a simple, yet no ordinary man, contrary to his younger brother, Kim Taehyung, always excelling in what Seokjin has seemed to lack, even while being three years younger than him, Kim Taehyung is a rather stoic man, playing by the rules only, perfectly cut for the place Seokjin was supposed to play, the Duke of York and Albany, the pride and joy of the Kim family.

Kim Taehyung is everything Kim Seokjin is not, no rebellious downfalls, or poetry, and most definitely not love. 

It comes to no one’s surprise when the Duke, Seokjin and Taehyung’s father, brings home the news of Seokjin leaving for the colonies as a private political advisor of King George III. There are no shedded tears from his mother, who bless her heart has had to endure being the talk of the town after her handsome son had been accused falsely of adultery, leaving the poor red headed foreign girl by herself on her  wedding day. His younger brother doesn’t even show up as he is set to sail, tight fists around a couple of packed bags that contain his best garments along with a few books he is sure his father would disapprove of. The latter curtly waved his first born farewell after advising him against messing up such an amazing opportunity. 

Kim Seokjin is a simple, yet no ordinary man, which is why it comes as no surprise when he is thrown away from King George III’s inner circle and sent back home on a rather humble boat where he is set on working the kitchens after suggesting the setting of judicial powers in the colonies. It comes as no surprise to his mother, who limits herself to watch her eldest son with teary eyes, something akin to pity on her gaze. It comes as no surprise to his brother, who scoffs and rolls his eyes as he smirks at him in disgust from the place is perched near the door. And it most certainly doesn’t come as a surprise to his father– at least he doesn’t think so, if the way he pinches his nose and strips Seokjin of his noble title right away is any indicator of said fact.

Kim Seokjin, Viscount of Hereford. A small patch of land that has been part of the Kim family for years on end, a rather lonely, unproductive and overlooked piece of land that tends to flood and get buried in snow during winter. Seokjin loves the dichotomy between his new title and the place he occupies in the Kim family. Disposable. Set aside for the best interest of his family. Forgotten. A small unfortunate spec of dirt in an otherwise rich, fertile land that carries the future of the country within themselves. He thinks his father’s love is shown in the way he is being merciful enough to let Seokjin keep some sort of title– a mirage of the life he was always taught to live. 

“I do not believe there is a way for you to ruin your life this way, Seokjin” his father’s voice is carried by the noises outside his study, the man placing a portfolio full of gold in front of his son, he believes his father is even throwing in a few of his own earnings along with the Viscount ones. 

Seokjin isn’t even sure if he can address his own father the way he used to do before– he knows if it were any other man with his title, he wouldn’t. “Live well, and I’ll do so too, your grace” 

Kim Seokjin is a simple man, but by no means ordinary. As the rumours died down, mostly forgotten by whatever other pressing matters occupied the habitant’s minds, he prefers to keep to himself inside his manor, a humble yet decent place that still gets covered in snow during the harsh winters, an ever running fireplace and the constant smell of freshly baked bread as he watches the days go by much like he did before, his relation to the Kim family long faded as his father passes and Taehyung occupies the title, the tiniest pang of jealousy inside his chest– or perhaps longing– as he watches the younger bestride by his property on summer days, face set stoic as ever, without so much as a disgruntled look his way, in times when Seokjin isn’t required by the royal court for his self made diplomatic career– he sometimes wonders if he could have proved his father wrong as he made a name for himself, or perhaps the old man wasn’t as disappointed in him as he said he was, letting a letter of recommendation for his eldest son slip to the King’s court as a way for Seokjin to make a better living for himself. The truth is, he might have to live without it. 

“Will you ever listen to mother when she is to call you for dinner?” your sister berates you as she rounds the corner to the place where you hide away near the infamous Kim manor. You can’t be exactly proud as to the way it has become a routine of sorts to stray from your own home to pass the summer days hidden away some place near Kim Taehyung and his daily activities.

You don’t even turn to look at her, intently watching the way the Duke keeps on being seated along the flowery patch, beige attire, jewellry adorning his hands as he has a book perched in between his fingers–poetry, most likely “He is such a boring man, is he not?”

“Y/N…”

“Come on, just look at him! What are such pompously rich people even set to do!” To any bystander– or any family member, for that matter, your daily activities were surely set to be product of an untended for crush on a wealthy man of town, you have no real energy within yourself to set the ideas straight, simply amused by such a way of living some people get to have while the rest of them– like your father, are set to work until they drop if they must upkeep their living arrangements, sustaining his daughters for the lack of a male in the bloodline  “I bet he gets to have dinner in his chambers”

Your sister sighs loudly and finally follows your gaze “Kim Taehyung, Duke of York and Albany? What could be so interesting about the man to have you out here for days on end?”

“There isn’t anything interesting about the man- which was exactly my first point!” 

“He does seem rather- apathetic” she giggles and you can’t help yourself but follow her lead– not without one last look towards the man. Kim Taehyung does truly look a lot of things, apathetic being just one of them.

“Children! What are you doing so far off? Come come, your father has brought news from the city!”

“This is such great tidings! I will finally live to marry one of my daughters off to a wealthy family!” Your mother declares as she clasps a hand over her heart, ever the theatrical self she has posed herself to be within the family. 

You can’t help but frown as the information sinks into your brain “Is it not worth of any attention to be given my own feelings, mother?”

“Oh Y/N dearest, but your marriage to Duke Kim Taehyung has been on the talks since you were an infant, it had just been a matter of time” 

Your father turns to you as your mother busies herself the way that she tends to do when excited, “Y/N daughter of mine, the Kim family will be able to give you all the things that you deserve in this lifetime”

“I have everything I could wish for right here, father, is it not enough to want to marry for love?”

“I’m sure with enough time,  Duke Kim would be able to-”

“Oh don’t be a silly girl, Y/N, no great marriage is ever to happen from love, if only it is ever a bonus of such a great arrangement as this one” 

“Mother I-”

“I will not hear a word of it, oh goodness dear, we must travel to the city to get some new garments, fix your hair, find yourself a tutor and-”

“Viscount Kim will be in charge of the last bit”

Your mother scoffs, smile pulling the sides of her mouth “A viscount, you surely do not expect such a low ranked gentleman to prepare our daughter for a Duke”

“Do not be afeard woman, this man was raised to take on his father’s Dukedom once upon a time”

As it comes down to it, Viscount Kim was set to arrive as a guest to your parents’ summer home a little over a month after your father had granted you the news. Something along the lines of travelling all the way from a foreign land as he dismissed his job as a diplomat in favour of tending to your educational needs for the duration of the season. Your father was set on the man making the proper and poised woman a Duke would undoubtedly marry, while your mother fussed over the littlest things in order to take care of her property for Viscount Kim’s arrival. 

Soon enough the small manor was filled to the brim with life, a set of personnel to take over the house’s duties along with freshly imported fabrics that decorated the place near the lake– a set of land that made it all the easier to watch the Kim manor from the gardens. 

“I am awfully sorry for the small place we were able to provide for you on such short notice, my Lord. The house is fully equipped with people to tend to your needs” your mother’s voice travels all the way to the back lounge, enough to have you scurrying down the hall to peak at the man– incredibly handsome and tall, plump lips that seem to be perpetually stuck into the smallest of smiles, glass skin, raven hair that travelled to the base of his neck, meeting the awfully expensive-looking shirt he sported. 

“It is of no trouble, do not be concerned, my lady, this is all the more I could have hoped for, as you would understand, I am rather used to taking care of my own needs as I travel so much for work, it simply seems impossible to keep trusty people around” his voice is smooth, the way he stands tall and poised reminds you awfully to the way Duke Kim Taehyung carries himself– if only Viscount Kim seems a lot more relaxed. You make your presence known into the room, making sure to bow as instructed by your mother, receiving a bow from both in return. 

“Ah, this is my daughter, Y/N” your mother presents you, along with a smile on her face “She is to be taken care of from you, I beg of you to set this child on the right track” 

“I assure you, my lady, it will be be no trouble at all” you can’t help but get lost in Viscount Kim’s posture, soft murmurs and pouty pillowy lips that enunciate every word at an excellent pace as he seems to leave his soul bare with every word he says, tall, strong and very much evidently a handsome man that leaves you expectant for the upcoming days under his instructions. 

As Seokjin makes a home out of the small cabin he was presented with, you can’t help but be amazed at how different his routine seems from Kim Taehyung’s, opting to switch out your routine in favour of entertainment in between lessons as the latter keeps himself busy roaming his manor’s gardens while the former opts to wake upon the rising of the sun and get to chores around the house all the while– quite the sight to be seen from a man, especially one of Seokjin’s calibre. The man is nothing quite ever seen before around the land as he dutifully reads the paper over coffee– all done by himself, heading over to get himself ready after having breakfast and fetch you for lessons, which once over, settle him down with some light letter writing– you can only guess due to his working duties as a government official. All taken into account there is no denying that Kim Seokjin has no flaw on his perfectly carved self, if only it wasn’t for his title.  

“Proper ladies are to entertain with songs over tea, Y/N” his voice is soft, you can’t even tell if he’s scolding you for plainly taking the seat right across from him as soon as you finished tilting the teapot to pour him a cup of his own “At least that’s what my brother expects”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his words, suddenly feeling equal parts curious and embarrassed at having Duke Kim’s brother right in front of you, although it has yet to make any sense in the way that Seokjin surely seems to be older, yet not in line for his father’s Dukedom has you rising questions as your eyes open resembling platters “B-brother?” 

The man simply nods his head ceremoniously, pushing the cup against his lips before taking a sip, curiosity getting the best out of you this one time “My father did not mention what happened between you”

“Love happened” Things are quiet after that, it is quite evident he does not wish for it to be talked about any further and you don’t want your curiosity to bring any embarrassment to any of you both at such an early stage of your preparation– even if it has been a few weeks now. Which gratefully, you didn’t even have to as he goes on with his story “People can be quite unforgiving of feelings and strong opinions, Y/N. And while I do not deem any of them atrocious as people as my father do, it is in your best interest to mould yourself to their ways of life, or else you end up like me for believing myself worthy of true love”

You can’t quite push the matter aside, as the image of his saddened smile keeps you awake in the evenings, the absolute pure way he had talked about such matters, being the first man you had ever known of being able to talk so freely about his feelings, believing in them so strongly he had traded his very own most prized possession– his title– for it. 

Seokjin sits himself under the shade of the biggest tree around the small manor, small book in hand– looking rather beaten up with the passing of time at the way that its yellow-coloured pages hang to each other as the man’s soft voice recites practised words that seem to have never left his mind for some time, verses on the scenery, the love for life, the gratefulness of the kingdom, the passing of seasons and the beauty of women all seem to somehow pull you in as never before, the way that it seems like he could have the answers to the world if he could, entrusting his every syllable as you sit on the blanket across from him, the sun hitting your face as a smile draws upon you, unhelpfully rejoicing in the dull imagery of the words being his own, whispered to you in lovely rhymes, rather than out of some sort of compromise. 

“I brought something with me this time” Seokjin had travelled to the city for a few days, deeming you responsible enough to go on with your studies on your own after some more weeks and extensive curriculum being almost over with as you now carry yourself with much more poise and delight. He had noted his absence as ‘taking care of private matters’ yet he had extended his intentions in one particular evening as he let you know he was visiting a friend, no name included, merely something about being asked to look over some literary work. He extends his hand for you to take the book he presents himself with, a new looking, covered in golden pieces one. “It’s an original piece, I believe you will surely enjoy reading, quite a commotion this one has caused” 

You look at the cover, the name simply engraved out as ‘a Lady’  has you gasping while turning to look up at Seokjin in surprise. Whatever commotion it had caused had always been a matter to your liking– as Seokjin came to know. The books always kept far away from the small town you resided in, under the pretence of not messing with ladies’ heads. You can’t help but leap towards the Viscount, embracing him out of thankfulness as you hold the book closer to your chest, the widest smile he has ever seen on your face. 

Seokjin’s voice had always been alluring in all ways possible, from the soft tone to the perfectly enunciating of his syllables, the way his eyes resembled every feeling the author had so gracefully placed in between sonnets, “…whatever must I do to keep on living this way, each summer as it came, to feel your love within me, and why shall I ever pray for you to refuse under the guise of being my muse…” 

His words get carried by the wind, you swear the investment on some of the portrait painters that sometimes make it to the side of town would be completely worth the pieces of gold if their were to immortalise Kim Seokjin like that, sitting across the gardens, back against a tree as words leave his mouth, sun kissed skin glowing under the light–he was surely a sight to behold in a way that keeps on leaving your mind wandering places you don’t quite want it to, if Seokjin had once lost all he had in the name of love, would he be opposed to his brother’s plan and do it all again? Were he the man that had sworn on his life pledge to his very own bizarre priorities, would he turn a blind eye to whatever everyone else had to say and be yours instead? 

“Y/N were you even listening to the piece? This is a must have repertoire on-” Seokjin’s eyes are as wide as platters the moment your lips crash into his, soon enveloped in the heat from the sun and Seokjin embracing your body as if afraid to let go, his hands are soft and cautious, merely holding your weight as your lips pour every once of love into each other, he can’t help but let a smile draw on his face as you separate from each other a second before diving back in “I am just getting myself in so much more trouble” 

Kim Taehyung hadn’t even been meaning to eavesdrop– as hard as it was from the giggles coming from the other side of the Kim manor’s gardens, used to hearing them from a completely different direction as you played with your sisters. Certainly he hadn’t quite estimated how baffled he would be at the image right in front of him, a man he had grown up to look up to, even as he was casted away from the place– no one had ever questions Seokjin’s manners and gifts as a fully trained elite in town. And the woman he was meant to be marrying over the summer. It had almost seemed like out of one of his elder brother’s novels their father always berated him for reading, a ladies’ story, read in the dim light of a candle after hours. The happiness evident in your faces as both of you played around the garden, chasing one after the other, only for you to come crashing against Seokjin’s chest, lungs heaving as the man is sent to land on his back with your whole body on his, lips fairly pressing into each other as he turns to have his leave for the day. 

Seokjin can’t help the smile that draws on his face as he packs up his things, looking one more time at the garden behind the manor, part of it longing for the days he had shared with his younger brother under the sun, the rest of it filled with your laughter as you both had done just about the same, the cold air is letting up as summer draws closer. He hears the familiar voice before he is even able to see him. 

“You’re back” Taehyung’s voice had always had an uninteresting baritone tone to it even as a child, cold and alienated even if deep down Seokjin knew it wasn’t quite like it. 

Seokjin had to try and race down his guilty heart at having his brother appear in such a way after years of the man openly denying their familial bond– he was mostly okay with it, could see where he was coming from, so he simply bows his head in respect as a greeting, knowing his place as well as the next gentleman, voice almost breaking at having to guide himself as such in front of his younger brother “Your grace”

Yet Taehyung would seem to have grown a lot like the strong man he remembers his father to be– always reproached him for being. “Cut the bullshit Seokjin, I saw you with the woman I am to marry” Seokjin can’t help but find his shoes entirely more interesting than the man rightfully accusing him of stepping over boundaries with his betrothed, the younger sighs deeply, most probably let down at Seokjin’s behaviour, as he has every right to be “When will you ever stop disgracing this family?” 

He’s almost out the door as Seokjin mutter a somewhat unuseful “I’ll leave, the day after tomorrow” 

“Good”

“You’re leaving?” your laugh dies in your throat as Seokjin’s fingers stop tracing your exposed skin– a tremendous mistake, your mother would input, having you offer yourself to Seokjin mere days before you’re being married off to his brother.

Seokjin pulls his head  down to level with yours, lips barely touching yours as his fingers caress your cheek, “My job here is done”

The quietness in the room makes up a lot of noise as you look straight at him in the eye, rays of sunshine dripping through the window as they warm up both of your naked bodies laying in bed “I don’t think I can marry your brother”

Seokjin’s heart aches inside his chest as soon as the words leave your mouth, yet he finds enough strength within to say “You can, and you will” he pecks your lips “You will be the most beautiful Duchess out there” a kiss to your forehead “Y/N of York and Albany” lips to your temple “Your grace” 

His body is on top of yours in a flat second, hands caressing the side of your exposed body before his fingers travel down to your folds, lips all over your face, kisses resounding in the heavily warm room. A gasp escapes past your lips and  a smile draws on his face as soon as two of his fingers go inside your cunt, he barely moves as he lets you adjust to the new feeling, you can feel some wetness down there as he removes his digits, opting to coat your folds with your juices, thumb circling your bud as his mouth travels down to the expanse of your neck, teeth barely grazing your skin as you feel yourself clench around nothing, hips moving up and forward in a futile attempt to recreate the friction he had been doing before, bringing a bubbling laugh out of Seokjin’s throat. Yet he complies. This time, he starts pumping his fingers in and out gently, leaving you closed eyes and moaning–relishing the moment as the sun hits the side of his face, almost angelical. You barely have a second to process the reality of it all, rutting against Seokjin’s hands as he speeds up his movements. Your hand travels down his body, barely grazing the tip of his cock that has him hissing, yet all he does is let his open mouthed kisses travel along your neckline. 

“Wait-I- I wanna help too” you manage to moan out between breaths and him adding a finger inside you, scissoring the ones already inside. 

“This is all about you, Y/N”

Seokjin is quick to remove his hand as soon as you start quirming to much, opting to let himself sit on his knees, your neck straining to try and steal a look at his doings as he reclines himself, hands on the back of your thighs, propping your legs on his shoulders as he dives right in, wet muscle against your already wet and shiny and worked up folds, the warmth of his movements on your clit have your back hitting the bed further not long after he’s slurping you up, fingers coming back at their own thrusting pace as you feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach, head spinning as Seokjin nibbles on your bundle of nerves, allowing you to ride through your climax. 

Your eyes open after a brief moment, coming eye to eye to the image of Seokjin handling his hardness, hand jerking himself off, growing stiffer by the second before he catches your eye, smiles tenderly, eyes shining brightly, voice barely above a whisper as he lines himself with your entrance. “May I?”

His thrusts are gentle, lips catching yours, always slow and reassuring every time your brows furrow awkwardly, the sheer amount of touching, along with his increasing pace has you clenching around him, the sounds the both of you let out resounding in the room in a way that has you thanking the loneliness such a cabin provides. His movements soon turn erratic, less paced and chasing in a way that has him painting your walls white with his seed, marking you down as forever his before he collapses beside you, sweaty bodies sticking together, smiles plastered on both of your faces that seem to at least temporarily make the scary and unstable future fade far away. 

The days seem to all blend between each other perfectly, the voices around you barely muttering a word your way as the wedding becomes the talk of the town–it is indeed, not everyday that such a high ranking family like the Kims are willing to unite a son heir of Dukedom to a much lower ranking family; you can’t help but remember the words Seokjin so softly spoke before, sweet nothings on true love and freewill that now just seem nothing more than a figment of your imagination. Seokjin had returned to the city, a longing gaze along with a sweet smile and a kiss on the top of your head as he walked off. Soon enough the manor was back to being what it was before– inhabited, cold, lonely. No traces of such a human as Kim Seokjin ever lived there, with his morning tea, freshly dropped newspapers and soft gazes to the horizon as the sunlight embraced his perfectly handsome face. You find you can’t really fathom Kim Taehyung ever being related to Kim Seokjin. Not when the man stands boorishly against a worn out tree, nor when he mentions three days being left before the wedding, not even more so as you stand across from him on the altar as both of your families–and most part of the town– get together to celebrate such a joyous day. 

Vows are practised and quickly enounced, a small part of your heart breaks when you turn to the public, watching Kim Seokjin sitting at the back of the room, the last bit of hope shattering right in front of your eyes as you watch him leave the place with a stoic frown on his face once the infamous line on intervening the union comes around. You don’t see the elder man ever coming back in, something deep down tells you you have lost him as soon as you are pronounced Taehyung’s wife. 

“Ladies aren’t supposed to laugh over dessert, Y/N” Taehyung’s tone is berating, almost automatically making you roll your eyes, wonder if this is what Seokjin had so much as warned you about when he mentioned his younger brother being “A bit stale on the humour” 

Your mind can’t help but recall all the times Seokjin had corrected your manners on the table, giving out useful pointers, always accompanied by some sort of praise on being glad you were always being yourself over your poised facade. Can’t help but let your mind wander how different would life be if Seokjin was standing in Taehyung’s place. 

Mornings with Kim Taehyung are quite uneventful, the man quite insisting on keeping separate rooms for the night, pronouncing words about working late hours– yet you are still not sure what exactly he could mean about it.

The first morning sickness comes exactly two months after your wedding, a quick trip to the bathroom in order to spill the contents of whatever snack you had munched on the night before after dinner, although by the second week of it being a common occurrence, you can’t help but wonder if it was time yet of any bug being around town. The urgency behind getting an assisting doctor overriding whatever silent pact you and your now husband had had for the past few weeks, in order to approach him in his study hours where you are greeted by the impassive man with glasses perched on his nose as he carefully eyes you before opening his mouth to speak.

“Mother and father do not have the need to know, they’ll be a Kim either way” the last part of his sentence gets lost in the way that he disdainfully goes back to the papers spread on his desk. 

“Excuse me?”

“You’re with child” and it seems like he had drawn the conclusion himself, no need for medical opinions, pure observance and a hundred percent certainty in his voice–you can’t help but wonder if he had learnt such a thing from his brother; Taehyung takes the time to look up at you and mutter three words that have your whole world spinning and threading some sense into the events from the past few months “My brother’s child”

Word spreads like fire after the Kim manor’s staff gets a hold of the information along with watching your body adjust to welcoming the new life inside of you. As much as Taehyung seems to navigate the lie perfectly with carefully curated polite words, bowing of his head at the congratulatory words and accepting gifts with utmost care, you can’t help but roam your eyes around the room everytime someone mentions the pregnancy. You soon find you can’t hold eye contact with his parents over dinner anymore, even behind all those layers of gratefulness and tender heartedness that come with knowing you’re carrying Kim Seokjin’s child, you can’t help the shame that goes along with your husband knowing and accepting you are to birth a rightful heir to his Dukedom that is not his, but his exilated brother. A man you are still not quite sure which place he holds in the younger’s heart. 

Shame turns into something just a tad darker as soon as your belly grows and Taehyung is softly mumbling words that you can’t quite hear as his large hands make a home on the side of your stretched stomach, feeling firsthand the life both you and his brother had created out of what you can only pronounce as true love. There’s a sad longing on his striking features as he does so, the sun going down illuminating the lounge as he seems to contemplate the universe as a whole, staring off into space as his fingertips touch every cervix of your clothed belly. It had never been a secret just how much Kim Taehyung had aspired to be a father, the people absolutely delighted and congratulating him on his first born–if only it wasn’t about to be the one who was conceived at the heights of a delightful summer affair behind closed doors, by none other than his then future wife and his very own free spirited brother. 

As soon as morning sickness lets up, you can’t help yourself from roaming around the gardens that take you to where Seokjin had once made a home for the both of you, the early morning breeze chilling your bones as your naked feet wet themselves with morning spring, heart leaping at the reminiscence of what could have been if possible. Taehyung can’t help the sadness inside of him, thinking back to all those times he had silently watched from the very own window he’s staring down from, as you and his brother played around like infants in the gardens that collided with the Kim manor. Deep down he had always known his brother wasn’t cut for the part he was born and raised into, always preferring to walk his own path rather than take the easier way out– now he can perfectly see how the two of you would work together. It was such a pity he had always been the one to do a toll, taking every step his father had once taken that landed them in such a great position. If having to raise his very own child as his, no questions asked, he would do it in a heartbeat. On gloomy days where your feet seem to drag you just a tad slower, he can’t help but wonder if the child would take after both of you, soul full of light only reaching for the beauty in the world, the best in people, their own happiness. If the child would also run the disgrace of finding a free spirited soul like them– like you both had done– the universe placing them together only to be ripped apart, condemned to a future of longing.He wonders if then, his mother would know the child would be too much like Seokjin for anyone’s comfort. 

Taehyung also pretends he does not see the letters coming in. 

He pretends he does not recognise the perfectly calligraphy that adorns the envelopes as if he had not grown on the extensive writings his older brother had so gently provided for him in an effort to show his love for the younger.  Kim Seokjin is nowhere to be found, not by him, nor his father, nor yourself. So he lets you have as much. 

Kim Taehyung also pretends he does not write letters of his own back to his brother, using the unofficial mailman he has hired for such things, letting him know the child, a precious little girl,  had been born and was healthy and well cared for. Not a word comes out of his mouth as the letters double in quantity after that. 

You’re holding your baby in your arms, barely asleep in the comfort of your warmth when Taehyung comes into the feeding room, the softest gaze you had seen him sport on his face, and all while very clearly aware of whose child it was, you can’t help the words slipping out of your mouth “You’re a great man, Kim Taehyung, for I know I am nothing but lucky to have you take responsibility on something that wasn’t yours to take, but you are a man as cold as the winter that envelops this land”

He’s by your side in a second, you can’t seem to shake away the feeling that this was the very first time he had really taken a look at you. Taehyung’s heart fills with something he had deemed lost too long ago, after his brother had left the manor under his father’s persistence, the years of hearing his mother cry herself to sleep, mourning her son’s departure breaking whatever small ability he had ever poses of feeling a sense of familiarity of his own. He would have blamed it on endorphins if asked, the way his lips are warm against yours for the very first time after the wedding. 

Seokjin’s letters had stopped, not a word ever mentioned on whatever trips of his that had seemed closer to each other as he expressed his eternal gratitude of being able to rank just a little bit higher during one of his expeditions. Words thrown around about being able to give you and your child every single piece of gold you both deserved, wanting to provide, perhaps at the expense of whatever crazy idea had crossed his mind that day, at this pace I could become king, Y/N, so wait for me. His last letter had been read. 

Entering Taehyung’s study wasn’t completely off limits, at least you could pretend as much, even as he acted more open to your marital life, no real conversations had ever taken place. The man was out for some business as you let yourself in. A velvet sealed letter resting atop of his wooden desk, the words Important matter: Kim Seokjin written in gold. Curiosity takes the best of you as you open the envelope, vision growing blurry as soon as your mind registers the words you had just read. 

“Dearest Kim Taehyung, your Highness. 

It is with immense regret and bewilderment that I write this letter to inform you of your late brother’s passing on duty. I accompany you and your family in your grief, for he was an excellent man. Please allow me to ask you to contact me further for the preparations.”

The passing hours feel like an eternity as you find the information on the letter. A tear stained face, a newly born baby to a man that was deemed gone without a proper goodbye, A promise of someday and forever all at once and your heart ripping your chest apart as the words fail to register themselves fully in your mind. 

Taehyung’s bed is always empty, now the small faltering handwritten note that lays beside him is a newly presented commotion itself, even more so as the words utter sonnet upon sonnet on thankfulness and true love, along with an empty room and a lonely crib that has the smart man deciding upon taking an irrational leap of faith and onto what his father had always called a coward’s way of life, choosing to believe your words on true love and hoping that you would find whatever it was you were looking for. 

The condolences are almost refreshing on his scorched heart as he put on a show on you and your child’s disappearance, assuring everyone that you would most certainly not come back. The caskets are shut and empty inside. It’s such a pity, after what we heard about your brother just last month. Some others deem it a curse that he’s sure is now being suspected of being passed down the Kim lineage. 

If true love truly did exist, he can only hope both you and Seokjin find it. 

The market had always been a city thing, impersonal and aloof, something to distract his running mind during the weekends he could let himself travel. Taehyung is always left surprised at the rate at which the city keeps on growing. It has become a hiding spot of sorts. Which is exactly the reason why he does not even bat an eye as his gaze runs into a much too familiar one, Kim Seokjin stands proudly, dressed like something more than a Duke himself, crouching down to envelop a little girl’s body in a hug, a bow of his head let his brother know he is seen and had done well, some might even say thankful for it, if only they were to properly be able to acknowledge each other. You turn around, face glowing, all too familiar protruding belly as the second one is on their way. He can’t even reprimand his own decisions, going against what he once stood for as he watches the both of you glow under your own light, love tearing the seams as two ghosts of his past keep on walking the path they had always dreamed of. Their very own path. Kim Taehyung wishes he could do things all over again. He gets it now. 

“Self-worth is so vital to your happiness. If you don’t feel good about you, it’s hard to feel good about anything else.”

— Mandy Hale

“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”

— Jenna, Waitress

turbulent – kth

➻ female reader x taehyung

➻ greek gods/olympians au  +  hades!taehyung + persephone!reader + enemies to lovers + marriage au

➻ genres: angst, romance, future smut

➻ length & status: 2k words; incomplete

➻ rating & warnings: 16+; nipples are mentioned but otherwise, not really anything

➻ summary: You wandered away from home only to find yourself in Taehyung’s grasp and being quickly transported to his underworld kingdom where he had you live as his queen. Your mother does not respond well to Taehyung’s abduction of her daughter and decides to raze Gaia to the ground until he finally agrees to let you spend time with her for half the year.  A self-indulgent hades!taehyung drabble series.

➻ disclaimer: Not historically accurate or mythologically accurate. Mild anachronisms (avoid this fic if that annoys you). Unedited. Thank you for the cover @jamaisjoons​ ♡

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