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ceo!yoongi - the wedding

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!au, the fluffiest fluff, humour, you look like a pRINCESS, a lil bit of n s f w, jungkook is a brat no surprise there

→ wordcount: 7.7k

→ notes: it’s hERE the big day!!!!!! i’m so happy that you guys like ceo!yoongi you blew my expectations for the response to this fic out of the water!!!! i had,,, such a good time writing this i fckin love weddings as you can tell i got a little carried away because this ‘“”””drabble”””’’ is nearly 8000 words long?? whoops ALSO i used google translate for the korean part so,,,,,,, if it’s not an accurate translation please don’t come for me i am SORRY 

if u wanna ask yoongs or y/n anything u know what to do ;-)

you’re getting married to min yoongi today. holy shit. 

(gif isn’t mine!) 

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you’ve never felt more like a princess than in this moment

“not half bad” you mutter to yourself, turning a little and checking yourself out in the mirror

your gown is beaUtiful you got it custom made and everything and it even came with a VEIL

“oh my god,,,, i’m going to cry” jimin appears behind you in the mirror and he presses a hand to his chest “you don’t even look like yourself whERE are your mismatched socks”

“i couldn’t find a pair of socks to go with the heels” you joke and turn your head a little but the makeup artists turns your head back so she can dab a little more lipstick on your lips

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ceo!yoongi - daddy’s little girl

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ summary: it seems like hwayoung might have a favourite parent, and, spoiler alert: it’s not you.

→ genre: ceo!yoongi universe, fluFF aka jimin and hwayoung in matching teddy jackets, angst because parenthood is hard, lil touch of smut because yoongi n y/n have missed each other and hwayoung keeps cockblocking them womp womp

→ wordcount: 5.5k

→ notes: if you missed the ceo!yoongiverse as much as i did i hope you’ll like this drabble!! i’m sorry it took so long ya girl’s been buSY as heck! anyways i have moVed on from google translate and i have a vEry special translator who i will not expose in case they want to remain anonymous but for those of you who were horrified by the google translate korean from a couple drabbles ago i hope this time around it’s better!! also i couldn’t come up with a better title so get ur minds out of the guTTER

if you have no idea whO ceo!yoongi is, go ahead and read the fic that started it allllllllll anyways i hope you guys like this one! feel free to flood the friCK out of my inbox i love dat shit

or if you’re interested in reading other ceo!yoongi drabbles: the proposal | x | the wedding | x | the first date | x | jealousy | x | baby makes three | x | the fishnet stockings | x | baby min’s timeline | x | the birth of baby min | x |

if u wanna ask yoongs or y/n (or hwayoung?? u won’t get a lot outta her unfortunately) anything u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you’re pretty sure hwayoung hates you

which is NOT fair because you gRew her for nine months and um also YOU BIRTHED HER

“we’re never going to get this diaper on if you keep kiCking me” you scowl as her tiny foot digs into your (still sensitive) stomach and you wince in pain

how the frick do diapers work

it’s just deconstructed underwear and you can’t even figure it out

which way is the back????

“okay, let me just…” you lift her up a little and slide the diaper underneath and plop her bum back down

hm

no that doesn’t look right

maybe that’s the front???

“sorry, wait-“ you lift her up again and she gurgles when you whIp the diaper away from under her “okay, now i got it”

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Another great chapter. I was so excited when at the reader's in law house Yoongi was like I have to take care of something. Finally! Although that probably isn't fair to Yoongi cause it is his mom. But sometimes you can't just be diplomatic all the time. You have to be confrontational. Also, was there a foreshadowing with the whole birth control missing?

Away From You; 15 | myg

⏤𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜; Trying to divorce Yoongi might be harder than you thought it’d be. Especially when you’re having a two year old toddler.

⏤𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: strong language, mature content

⏤𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: fluff, angst, smut, divorce!au

⏤𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 10.7k

⏤𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

a/n: I’ve been working on this so hard, but it's finally here!! I really hope you’ll like it and give me some feedback, thank you everyone for being patient with me!

𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

© 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 (𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅)

It’s almost comical how many times you’ve been in this house and you still feel like it’s your first time being here. The place looks exactly the same, without an ounce of dirt, filled with the incredible scent of roses. Mrs. Min loves flowers and plants, hence to her huge garden in the backyard and the beautiful plants in almost every corner of the room. It makes her house look much more alive and even though you’ve never admitted this, she inspired you to get yourself a few plants as well. Unfortunately, you can barely take care of plants without it slowly dying. It’s another thing she used to comment whenever she came around, scolding you for not taking care of your plants.

Another thing and quality she can use against you, making you look unsuitable for her only precious son.

“It’s so good to see you!”

You look at Mr. Min, slowly making his way to you before he envelopes you in a crushing hug. You’re surprised by the sudden touch, not expecting such warm welcoming – especially when his wife barely greeted you before she hugged Jehu and her son. You hug him back, smelling his faint cologne he likes to use on his gray shirt.

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Yo I am living for this series. I love how Yoongi is walking the line between being really hot and confident to me wanting to slap him upside the head and be more empathetic. I can not wait for the character development and cool plot thus story will most certainly have. I love your writing! I am pretty sure I read most if not all of your stories.

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 3.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage

A/N: I’m so grateful that people have been enjoying the story. It means so much to me and I appreciate it! I’m so sorry that this chapter is a few hours late, someone hacked my account and deleted it off of the queue. Thank you to my squad for always supporting and reading every chapter as it comes out. @ppersonna, @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia

There is not a shred of confidence in you as you stand in Leena’s large closet.

“Are we going for something colorful? Something demure?” She asks as she runs her hand over the countless dresses she owns.

“No. Something black because I’m dead inside.” You grumble to her.

Turning her head to you, she rolls her eyes before pulling out a simple black dress that screams money. She shakes the dress in hand and you shrug gently before grabbing it.

You’ve felt completely empty since that phone call last night. You’re a husk of a person, really. And, it isn’t so much that you feel bad anymore. It’s that you feel like a low life. 

This was not you. Having sex with a random guy once in a while, sure. You don’t have sex with married billionaires and you certainly don’t get pregnant on a whim.

And yet, here you are, shrugging on your best friend’s thousand dollar dress to go have lunch with your baby daddy.

The thought alone gets your stomach rolling. 

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You whisper as you put your hand to your chest.

“Morning sickness?” Leena whispers nervously.

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Yes! They finally got together. But also Y/N was making some valid points on why she couldn't confess first.

kiss me at midnight; myg

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; ceo!y/n x secretary!yoongiverse!! sfw!! fluff!! the title says it all!! this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for!! 

➺ wordcount; 8.1k

➺ summary; y/n finally musters up enough courage to tell yoongi about her i-know-i’m-your-boss-but-i-have-non-boss-feelings-for-you feelings. 

➺ what to expect; “careful, secretary min… i might have to give you a raise if you keep sweet-talking me like that.”

                                      »»————-　♡　————-««

“let’s see… the decorators are coming at 2, the caterers are coming at 6:30, the DJ is coming at 7…” yoongi reads out loud as he goes down his checklist, “the bartender sent over the special drinks menu which i emailed to you this morning, and- ah, right, the caterers mentioned that they were able to switch the mini hot dogs to sliders instead-”

“oh, that’s great! mini hot dogs just don’t carry the same level of class as teeny little hamburgers…” you narrow your eyes slightly as you clasp your hands in front of your face, tapping your fingers against each other, “what about the chocolate lava cakes?”

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Oh no! I was feeling that another fight might happen. It is understandable, I think in some ways Yoongi was right in saying that she wasn't explaining all her reasoning. But, it was not okay for Yoongi to deal with it the way he did.

Away From You; 16 | myg

⏤𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜; Trying to divorce Yoongi might be harder than you thought it’d be. Especially when you’re having a two year old toddler.

⏤𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: strong language, mature content

⏤𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: fluff, angst, smut, divorce!au

⏤𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 13.6k+

⏤𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

a/n: this one is a long one, please don’t forget to reblog and let me know what you think! :)

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© 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 (𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅)

The moment your knuckles meet the door of Yoongi’s office, you feel your muscles tense while waiting for any kind of response. When you get one in a form of dry ‘come in’ you push the door open and warily step inside. Just like you expected, Yoongi barely lifts his head up to note your presence. He knows it’s you, he must know, but he barely glances at you as he buries his head into another stack of papers as usual. However, you know the real reason behind him letting unnecessary work swallow him is completely different than his usual hardworking (or overworking) persona.

It’s sad to see him this way. Letting himself distract with work that’s not as important, and something he should be working on at least in a month. You’ve seen it, as his assistant you went through his meeting and plans, and you’ve let your curiosity get the best out of you just to find out that all of his work for this month is almost done. There are just two meetings left, nothing big.

It’s been two weeks since the fight with his mother has happened. Two weeks full of Yoongi trying to act like nothing has happened in front of your son, dodging your attempt of comforting him when you were alone. He doesn’t want to talk about it, you got that from him distracting himself and again, acting like nothing has happened. Whenever you went to ask about his mother, or simply show your worry to your husband, he’d just talk about most random stuff before you could even open your mouth. It’s like he felt you’re about to talk about that specific topic everytime. It’s his way of coping with what happened and you’ve to respect that. You’re not going to pressure him into talking about his mother.

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I cant wait to read more of this.

Loving Mr. Jeon.

Jungkook x OC

Warnings : Mute!Jungkook , casual ableism by people.

Plot : Lee Ae Ra has spent the better part of her life with her best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Together, they’ve built a successful business Empire, Jeon Publishing. As Jungkook’s executive Assistant and a silent partner, Ae Ra handles a huge chunk of the work and also supports the hearing/ vocally impaired Jungkook in a ton of ways. The hours are crazy , the work is insanely demanding and she has no time to call her own. But Aera doesn’t mind.

Partly because she loves her job. But mostly because she’s in love with her best friend.

Chapter 1

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“So, you’re telling him tonight? right?” My mother’s voice was vaguely grating on my ears, her presence unwelcome as I tried to brush my hair into some semblance of elegance. I generally kept it up in a messy bun , efficient and tidy but tonight was supposed to be special.

“Yes, mother. That is the plan.” I sighed, slipping the final jeweled hairpin into the up knot. My hair was naturally silk and I gently curled one of the shorter strands around my finger to give it a little pizzazz.

“And if he says no, you’ll agree to meet Mr. Min’s son again?” she prodded, reaching down and grabbing a tissue when I accidentally smudged my lipstick. Again.

I rolled my eyes. Mr. Min’s son was easily the most tsundere man I had ever met and not even his dashing good looks or low drawn drawl could make up for his prickly personality. 

“You really want him to turn me down, don’t you?” I accused, pointing a sharp comb at her. She recoiled looking a little guilty but straightened quickly after.

“He doesn’t think of you that way. I know it in my bones. I don’t even know why you’re doing this, because its only going to make things awkward for both of you.” She pleaded and I bit my lip. 

I couldn’t really refute that.

Telling Jungkook that I was in love with him after twelve years of friendship was definitely not the smartest thing to do, all things considered. But it was what I wanted to do because it was the truth. And I couldn’t just move on with someone else when there was the tiniest possibility that he may feel the same way. And while I knew that there was a very very high chance he would turn me down , I couldn’t spend the rest of my life regretting something this important . 

Hence, tonight.

It was our weekly dinner date, except it was also my birthday so Jungkook had booked a lavish dining area in one of the poshest hotels lining the banks of the Han. I was turning twenty seven, just a year younger than him , and he had insisted that we ought to celebrate properly. Especially because the deal with Kim corp had gone through. Authors signed under our name would now automatically be included in one of the latest reading devices the Tech giant was due to launch  next year. 

I carefully opened one of the many jeweled boxes lining the mahogany cabinet , most of them gifts from Jungkook and some bought by me on a whim. I was wearing an off shoulder deep red gown with an empire waist and a sequined bodice. Last Christmas, Jungkook had bought me a pair of exquisite ruby earrings, long and studded with a row of diamonds. They looked scintillating against my bare shoulders.

“And there’s also a possibility that he may agree. So…” I smiled wide and my mother sighed, reaching out to press her palm against my cheek. 

She bit her lips, a nervous tic of hers. It was more prominent after my dad had passed away and I knew she worried about me , worried about me somehow being alone . 

“I just want you to be happy…” She whispered. I smiled and pressed a kiss to her hand.

“I know…and I love you for it. But I love him. I can’t just move on without giving us a chance.”, I kissed her again, “So I really need to do this…”

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 This place is gorgeous,  I signed watching as Jungkook held the door open for me. He grinned at me, eyes twinkling against the brightly lit patio. 

 This place is impossible to get into. I had to pull quite a few favors to get in, so you better be grateful,  his fingers moved rapidly as he signed, his lips curled in a teasing smile as he winked at me. I grinned and nodded. Jungkook was easily the most handsome man I had ever met, which wasn’t surprising because both his parents were gorgeous. But, even as a fifteen year old, he had never been gangly or awkward. He was cute as a teenager and the years had only added to his masculinity. The bright innocent eyes took on a teasing glint, smiles got replaced by knowing smirks and the hours spent in the gym had given him a physique that made every female turn when he entered a room. 

But it wasn’t just the looks. He was always impeccably dressed in perfectly tailored suits, a gentleman with the ladies . And yet, he was just as chronically single as me. 

 I knew countless women who had tried to get him into their beds, but rarely did he get asked on dates. Sign language wasn’t something everyone knew and these women tended to frown at the fact that I was a necessary fixture in any dinner date, because I served as his personal interpreter. Which just made it all the more important that I tell him how I felt. I didn’t like the idea of Jungkook not being loved the way he deserved to be loved. 

I got pulled out my thoughts by Jungkook, who curled his fingers around my wrist, tugging me to the table at the end of the lavishly decorated deck. I smiled as he pulled the chair out for me, slipping in carefully and placing my purse on the side. Jungkook slid into the chair opposite me, the soft glow from the candles throwing his perfect features into sharp relief. I felt my breath catch because , it always did. 

Jeon Jungkook was beautiful and i would never tire of looking at him. 

 Drinks tonight? I’ll call us an Uber….  He tilted his head in question and I nodded. 

In about twenty minutes we were both digging into our dinner laughing as he told me about his sister Da Som trying to get Jung Hoseok’s number. Hoseok was the other partner in our company and easily the most oblivious man on the planet. Poor Dasom had carried a torch for the handsome young man for the better part of five years, all her flirtations useless in the face of Sunshine Hobi’s ( as he was fondly called ) cheerful indifference. Dasom had been a friend of mine from school and the only one other than my mother who knew how I felt about Jungkook. She had told me to go for it. That there really was no one better suited for Jungkook than I . 

 Do you know Min Yoongi? I asked casually , carefully cutting into a large potato wedge seasoned with thyme and lemon. 

Jungkook hummed . 

 Bit of a bastard,  He chuckled. 

I hesitated . Well, this was it. 

I kept my chopsticks down and stared at him, taking a small sip of water. Jungkook was capable of reading lips when he had to , which was kind of essential because of the kind of work we were in. And I wanted to say this out loud. I waited till he looked up, eyebrows raised in question. Taking a deep breath, I ploughed on. 

“My mother thinks I should get married.” I said softly. He frowned but nodded.

“ She wants me to meet Yoongi and you know, maybe go on a few dates. And possibly marry him sometime next year” I felt my voice shake a little , suddenly happy that he couldn’t hear the way I sounded. 

Jungkook didn’t reply for a few seconds, staring blankly at his food and then he looked up , shrugging nonchalantly. And for all that I was prepared for his rejection, the callous indifference in his eye still felt like a stab through my heart. 

 Go for it. He’s a good guy.  He went back to his dinner and I felt my heart drop down to the pit pf my stomach.

 Abort! A voice in my head screamed. This is all the response you need…. Do not be the idiot who gets publicly rejected on her birthday because she’s too dumb to take a hint. 

I reached out and gripped his wrist, curling my fingers around them, feeling like I would shatter into a million pieces. 

“I’m in love with you.” 

I hadn’t meant to blurt it out but it came out nonetheless. Jungkook’s eyes widened, lips parting in surprise and he exhaled sharply. 

I flinched when he drew back, his hand slipping out of mine. 

 Jagi….

 “I’m sorry. “ I felt tears threaten but swallowed the lump in my throat.” Its selfish of me to do this but .. but I had to tell you. You deserve to know.” I whispered. 

Jungkook didn’t respond, just stared at me , his eyes swimming with sympathy and I had never felt more pathetic in my life. 

 You know I love you, but I…. He stopped, staring at me with pleading eyes and I managed a weak smile. 

 I know,  I signed back quickly.  Its not a great idea but I thought…well I thought you would consider it. 

He took a deep breath and stared right at me. 

I can’t lose you. If we date and something goes wrong and… I can’t lose you. He reached out to hold my hand and I nodded. He was right. If we dated and things went wrong, well….it would suck. But , it sucked ow too, to be honest. It sucked pretty damn bad. But I couldn’t let this affect us, I just couldn’t. 

 It’s okay, don’t worry about it.  I tried to smile but it was hard. 

You’re too young to be worrying about finding a guy. Let it happen when it happens….. You have me till then.  He reached out and lightly brushed my cheeks with his fingers. 

I nodded, determined not to let this ruin the evening for us . Plenty of time to go home and lick my wounds in private. . I grabbed his hand and curled my fingers around his. 

I won’t argue with that.

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“  So apparently, I’ve raised an idiot.” 

I jumped a bit, my glasses nearly slipping off my nose as I looked up over the thick files I was trying to sort through. Mrs Jeon had swept into my office, a ludicrously large hat perched on her blonde locks as she looked around the office for a place to drop the umpteen shopping bags in her hands. Spotting the green loveseat in the corner, she made a beeline to the chair and dropped her bags, before straightening her pale green gown.

At forty seven, Mrs. Jeon looked half her age, a tiny waif like lady with Jungkook’s smile and Dasom’s bulldozing nature. 

“Good Morning Mrs. Jeon….” I grinned indulgently. I loved her intensely. Unlike my own mother, she loved living life on a whim and was just all around a delight to be around. 

“Jungkook told me what happened last night. I threw my book at his head.” She said cheerfully.

I laughed , not expecting that. 

“Its alright , Mrs Jeon, it was just me clearing up the air. Jungkook isn’t obligated to return my feelings and I’ve made peace with that.” I smiled at her. 

It was mostly true. 

Twelve years is a long time to be hung up on one person and Jungkook had often enough quashed my hopes that the rejection didn’t sting as much as it would’ve usually. And it was also a nice reality check. Things didn’t often go the way you wanted and that was okay. I’d done what I meant to do. Now it was time to move on. Properly. 

“It is not alright. I knew ten years ago that you were my daughter in law and I’ve told him so a few hundred dozen times. I don’t know what he’s playing at.” She gave a huge dramatic sigh, plopping down on the chair opposite mine. 

She peered up at me suddenly.

“Just out of curiosity, have you considered wearing better fitting clothes around him?” She tilted her head .

I spluttered. 

“ Mrs. Jeon ….”

“I’m just saying, you have these amazing….” I was saved from any unwanted description of my body, by her phone ringing. She pulled it out of her bag, groaning when she saw the caller id. 

“Brat. He must’ve seen me come inside your office. “ She muttered before brushing her fingers up to attend the facetime call.

“I’m not saying anything to her.” She spoke clearly and carefully , so her son could better read her lips. Jungkook must’ve replied quite aggressively because she rolled her eyes. 

“She’s not busy and I’m not disturbing her…” She paused and then sighed again. “ Fine, I’ll leave. But just remember, she’s a beautiful , intelligent girl and Min Yoongi is going to win her heart because he isn’t an idiot. Don’t come crying to me then.” She hung up aggressively and flashed me a blinding smile. I could imagine how angry Jungkook must’ve been right at this very moment. 

“Your mother told me she’s already fixed a lunch date for you today…Is he picking you up?”

I flinched. My mother had taken advantage of my promise to meet Yoongi and had booked a table for us for today. The day after I’d told Jungkook about my feelings. Which was just terrible in every way. 

 It felt a lot like I was trying to rub it in his face and I hadn’t mustered up the courage to tell Jungkook , hoping to brush it off as a business meeting if he were to ask. It wasn’t uncommon for both of us to take lunches with our clients but we usually kept each other informed. 

I watched Mrs Jeon gather all her bags and make her way out, staring at the clock. It was a little past eleven and I had to get ready. We were supposed to meet a little past twelve.

My Office was a floor below Jungkook’s looking out into the river just like his. I had an en-suite bath and dressing room and a cozy room with a pullout couch for the nights when Jungkook and I stayed overnight. 

I had bought two dresses for last night, and the one I hadn’t worn to dinner was a bright floral printed gown that stopped just past mid thigh. It fitted me like a glove, the wide neck showing off just a little bit of cleavage. I hadn’t worn it last night because it felt too chilly for the night. 

 I washed my face and brushed my hair letting it fall into waves around my shoulders as I slipped into the gown. I wasn’t looking forward to the stares I would get because my attire usually just consisted of wide pants and loose fitting blouses. 

Slipping on a pair of white pumps, I \quickly redid my makeup, applying pale pink gloss and shimmery mascara because I felt just a little bit attention starved. I hadn’t been on a date in a long while and it wouldn’t hurt to appeal to Min Yoongi’s baser instincts right? I plumped my lips with more gloss and turned around to check the time, only to collide right into a hard muscled chest.

Fingers gripped both my arms, steadying me and I stared up in shock at Jungkook, with his jacket off and his tie undone, hair messed like he’d been running his fingers through the silky strands. I pressed my hands against his chest, the luxurious fabric of his shirt crumpling where I gripped it. He sucked i a quick breath, eyes flashing as he helped me steady myself. 

“When did you get in here?” I said , stunned, trying to regroup my scattered braincells. I was still gripping his shirt, the smooth hardness of his pecs making my head swim and I pulled my hands away in shock inhaling sharply. The scent of his cologne with the faint hint of perspiration made my mouth water. 

Fuck.  Fuck. 

I stepped back, flushing and tried to breath evenly . Jungkook cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair again, holding his hands up in apology.

 Sorry I crept up on you.

I nodded, waving it off. He always prowled around like a jaguar, silent and alert. Most new employees screamed the first few weeks when he appeared at their side like he’d been conjured out of thin air.

Are you going somewhere?  He raised an eyebrow at me and I cursed. 

Taking a deep breath, I managed a smile.

 Lunch date. I’ll be back soon to go over the Lee Jung Manuscript and we can -

 I stopped when he reached out grabbing my arm again and lightly pulling me closer, eyes moving up and down my body and I flushed when he made me turn, leering pointedly at my butt.

 The dress is quite short.

 I glared at him, yanking my hand back. 

 I’m not your little sister. Or your daughter. I’m twenty seven . I can wear what I want. 

 He held both his hands up in surrender, laughing a little.

 As you wish. Who’s the lucky guy?

 I hesitated. For a moment I considered lying but it was pointless.

“Yoongi.” I said softly not elaborating further. Was it wishful thinking when I felt like his eyes narrowed in distaste?

Probably.

 Wow. You got over me quick. 

I smiled despite myself.

 Not yet, but lets see how the date goes. I’ll meet up with you later, okay?

 He nodded and then turned around to leave . 

Then he stopped near the door.

 Keep the dress on when you come to me , okay?  He leered, wagging his eyebrows. 

I felt myself flush all the way to the tips of my toes as I grabbed an empty file and tossed it at his head. 

No wonder Mrs. Jeon threw a book at him. He was insufferable. 

Author’s NOte : Don’t hate me but this was already written. :D  Veritas and Harvest Moon , tomorrow? Also don’t be shy let me know if you liked this <3

This was another really good chapter. The OC is going to really need to confront JK about how he blatantly flirts with her and "toys" with her, and how it affects her feelings.

Loving Mr. Jeon.

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Jungkook x OC

Warnings : Mute!Jungkook , casual ableism by people.

Plot : Lee Ae Ra has spent the better part of her life with her best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Together, they’ve built a successful business Empire, Jeon Publishing. As Jungkook’s executive Assistant and a silent partner, Ae Ra handles a huge chunk of the work and also supports the hearing/ vocally impaired Jungkook in a ton of ways. The hours are crazy , the work is insanely demanding and she has no time to call her own. But Aera doesn’t mind.

Partly because she loves her job. But mostly because she’s in love with her best friend.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Min Yoongi was pretty much a household name in Seoul these days, the incredibly handsome, exceptionally brilliant pediatric surgeon who had managed to save the Prime Minister’s only son when the kid had experienced an aneurysm in the middle of a working day at school. 

He was smart and good looking, owned his own lucrative private practice but also worked pro bono for  people who couldn’t otherwise afford him.

Basically, Min Yoongi was a saint. 

And apparently, Min Yoongi was also very, very much an asshole.

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—sweeter than sugar. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader 

⟶ genre: ceo!jungkook / sugar daddy au + fluff / smut 

⟶ words: 22,258 oops

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: when infamous playboy jeon jungkook comes to you with a proposition that you know you should say no to, you can’t. because all you really know is that being spoiled has never felt so sweet before

⟶ warnings: lot’s of brand name dropping bc jungkook stays spoiling you!!, sprinkle of angst, unprotected sex, dry humping, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, face riding, handjob, standing sex, window sex?, riding, creampie

⟶ note: this is a repost of a fic from my old blog, just in case it looks familiar to anyone!

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Yes ,I am so excited for the boxing match! I feel like we need some punishment after all this fluffy sex.

Falling for you ( Falling from Grace) Jungkook x OC

Summary : Friends with benefits? Or maybe Enemies who just happen to be each other’s best fuck? Areum and Jungkook love driving each other crazy, but also can’t keep their hands off each other.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6

Chapter 7

“A two hour lunch break and a limp? You’ve been busy , I see…..” Hobi remarked mildly , when I slinked back to my desk, thighs still shaking . 

I winced when I sat down, glaring at him.

“I sprained my ankle….” I snapped, internally cringing at the ridiculous lie. 

“While riding his dick? How did that happen?? ” Hoseok rolled his eyes and before I could pretend to be properly outraged he continued, “ No matter…. i want you to compile those memos from last week and write up the report for last week’s meeting. The minutes are in the file.” 

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This was honestly so good. I love your writing.

Yours, Truly.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 

“Well, that’s that I guess.” I watched the men from the creditor’s office load the last of the crate into the huge moving van, while the man himself gave me a sympathetic smile, signing off on the cheque. 

“We tried to make this as easy for you as possible, Miss. Yoongi ssi told us about your situation and while there’s nothing we can do about it, in terms of the apartment, we do intend to reimburse you the difference from the valuable items you just sold off, once the debt is paid.” 

I waved him off. 

“you can put it in my bank account, though we both know it’s not going to be much.” 

My phone rang again and I frowned at the name on the contact list. Lee Shin. 

Shin was Wonho’s immediate boss, and a sleaze by every standard. I hadn’t enjoyed any of our previous interactions, partly because he made it abundantly clear that he was interested , and partly because he was just extra touchy in general. Wonho had never taken my complaints seriously, asking me to take it as a compliment instead of raising flags over it, always claiming that he couldn’t risk his position in the company.

which was ridiculous when i thought about what he’d gone ahead and done. I pushed the thought behind. The past week had been a very torturous kind of hell. I hadn’t been able to get in touch with Wonho or his lawyer and a part of me just wanted to storm in and shake some sense into him. But a part of me had always known that this would happen, or so it felt.

Wonho had always been easily influenced. Even during our marriage he seldom argued with me, always going along with whatever i suggested. At the time , I had chalked it up to him being crazy in love with me. Apparently , it was nothing more than a lack of backbone.

 Wonho was a coward and he had ruined my life. 

The phone kept ringing, drawing me back to the present. 

Groaning a little, I picked up the phone. 

“Y/N? Is that you?” 

“Yes, Mr. Lee.” I said, keeping my voice even. Somewhere behind me , i could hear Yoongi rattling around in the back of his car, which now had three suitcases worth of my clothes and a small box of stuff from my childhood. I’d tossed the rest of my stuff away, not in any urgency to remember all the ways I’d failed at my marriage. Seven years down the drain. 

The more i thought about it, the more I wanted to claw my ex-husband’s face off. 

“….. So , what I was saying is that , you’re welcome to move in with my wife and I, until you get back on your feet. What do you say to that, love?”

I grimaced , Yoongi catching the tail end of my expression and raising an eyebrow at me. i waved off his concern and turned around to refuse when a sleek white Porsche rolled over to the parking space of my apartment building, A familiar company Logo etched on the hood. i stared in surprise as the driver skillfully parked the car before sliding out from behind the wheel. 

I blinked in disbelief as Kim Taehyung straightened, slipping his sunglasses off his face and tucking them in his pocket before looking around. He smiled wide when his eyes met mine, waving cheerfully as he locked his car and began making his way over to me. 

“…… Love? You there?” The man’s voice in my ear shook me out of my shock and I hummed in confusion before shaking my head.

“Uh.. No sir. That wouldn’t be necessary at all… I do have a place to stay , but thank you for offering.” I said , just as Taehyung stepped up to me, his beautifully crafted brows rising to his hairline as he tilted his head curiously at my words. 

I smiled helplessly.

“No, no. i absolutely refuse to take no for an answer, my love. i know Wonho did you dirty but you should know, not all men are like that and I , for one, think that a girl like you…..” 

“who’s the guy?” Taehyung said loudly, startling me as he leaned in , pretending to listen in and i drew back. 

“It’s nothing… I… Mr. Lee. Like I said, i don’t need a place to stay for the night….and…”

“Wait, Lee Shin? Wonho’s boss?” Taehyung’s jaw hardened. 

i nodded and the next second, the phone got snatched out of my ears, Tae pressing the speaker button as he frowned.

“Come on, sweetheart. That bastard didn’t know how to appreciate a good thing when he had it. I’m not like that. i could take real good care of you, you know… In return for a little bit of your company. If you’re good to me, i could be persuaded to be very generous…..” The man’s voice filled the air and i felt my entire body flush in disbelief and offence. 

“What the fuck did you just say, you nasty son of a bitch?!!” Yoongi’s voice came loud and angry next to me and I flinched when my best friend reached for the phone but Taehyung shook his head.

“Mr. Lee. This is kim Taehyung, your CEO. I’ve recorded your phonecall to Y/N and trust me, this is going to play key evidence in the hearing you have scheduled tomorrow for harassing your secretary. I don’t like predicting outcomes , not without all the facts but something tells me that you’re going to lose your job and/or go to prison . So maybe you could tell Wonho about your opinions , in person?” 

I heard Mr. Lee splutter over the line before Taehyung hung up, swiftly blocking the man’s number too , before smiling and handing over the phone. 

“You’re like a loser magnet, aren’t you?” He said brightly and I grimaced. 

“Is that why you’re here?” i shot back and he chuckled deeply, his voice low and warm. Taehyung’s voice was one of the best things about him. It reminded me of hunting cabins, tucked into the woods, with a warm blazing fireplace and soft rugs under my bare foot. 

“Fair enough. I just wanted to check in on you. It’s been a week since we talked and i thought you may have changed your mind.” He said softly.

I shook my head swiftly.

“i really don’t think … i don’t need …..Well, I’m fine. For now.” I waved my hands a little wildly and he hummed.

“Are you sure i couldn’t convince you? i’m kind of in a real fix right now. “ He sighed deeply. “ I really need someone to help me out. My sister is going in for surgery on Thursday and i’ll be having both the twins and the new baby with me for the next three weeks. Yeon Hee is …well she’s not really a kid-friendly person and i have a bunch of meetings too. I have no experience with babysitters and i was really hoping that you could stay over at my place. it would be a huge help.” 

He turned huge brown eyes at me, limpid and soft .

I groaned.

“This is unfair., You’re taking advantage of the fact that I love your sister and i love babies. You’re playing dirty! ” I protested and he grinned wider, boxy smile setting my heart on fire as he waggled his brows.

“Shamelessly.” He agreed. 

Yoongi finished locking up the bootspace of his car and slowly sauntered over. 

“As long as you pay her , she’s available.” He said teasingly and I shoved him a little. 

Taehyung chuckled but his eyes were still vaguely desperate.

“Please, angel. I know you aren’t comfortable with it but i really wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t desperate. Jooheon is too young to be with some un-vetted sitter and there is no one in the world i trust more than you.”

I stared at him for a second, shaking my head gently.

“You always know the right things to say, don’t you?” I sighed. “ Fine, but how long are we talking about? I can’t agree to something indefinite…” I said firmly. 

“Why don’t we talk about it over coffee?” Taehyung prompted. 

Before i could respond, Yoongi snorted.

“And, that’s my cue to leave. Sweetheart, you’ll be coming over right? I’ll get the guest bedroom set up okay?” He kissed me lightly on the cheek and i nodded. 

Taehyung gave him a half hug and we both watched as he pulled away from the curb and drove off.

“So…. coffee shop in the corner or Starbucks? “ I said softly and he hesitated.

“I have an espresso machine in my condo.” He said softly and I hesitated.

“Tae…”

“It’s all good, angel. No funny business , i promise. It’s just …the paparazzi’s been after me ever since I revealed my relationship and I’d rather not have you bear the brunt of it…. you know…if we get spotted together….” he shrugged his shoulders lightly, the movement causing his shirt to stretch out across his broad frame . 

I couldn’t think of anything to say to that and i nodded absently. 

“Excellent… Come on… Let’s go…” He stepped down the few stairs jumping over a small puddle of water at the base of the stair , on the pavement. But,  before I could follow, he turned around, grabbing my waist with both hands and lifting me off the stair. I fell forward into  him, his chest pressed right up against mine , impossibly warm and hard underneath me. I gasped in surprise, gripping his shoulders in shock .

His eyes were as wide as mine, as if he had just realized what he’d done.

“Taehyung, what on earth-?” I said sharply and he recoiled like he’d been burned, his long fingers leaving my body quickly.

“shit,.. i’m sorry.. it’s just…there was water and i didn’t want your shoes to get wet….. I’m sorry, angel that was out of line . I apologize.” He held both his hands up and i couldn’t breathe , let alone respond. I managed a weak nod and stuttered, “ It’s alright…” before wrapping both arms around myself almost protectively. I suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed, raw and gullible. 

I couldn’t even meet his eyes because my heart was pounding so hard inside my chest. i kept a decent distance between us as he walked to his car but I couldn’t stop the way my  insides twisted with sudden , hot and intense attraction. After all these years, i still wanted Taehyung with an ache that was fierce and impossible to ignore. 

He came here to find a babysitter , not a girlfriend . He already has one of those. A 5′10 supermodel who happens to have the face of a literal goddess……..You’re so out of his league here , it’s not even funny, Y/N.

I let him open the door for me, slipping into the heated leather seats. I froze up again for a second, when he put my seat belt on for me.

“Hey…uh… You okay?” He said softly. I managed a weak smile. 

“I’m fine, Tae. It’s fine. Really craving that coffee now.” i laughed nervously watching him come around and climb into the seat net to me. He started the car quickly and flashed me another smile.

“You’ll love my sister’s kids. They’re dying to have a cool aunt.” He winked. Something curled inside me.

“Well, they have a supermodel for an aunt. Can’t get cooler than that….” I said shrilly. His smile faltered for a second but he schooled his features quickly. 

“I’ve told them all about how you used to sculpt… They love art.” 

“I’ll be glad to paint with them.” I said honestly, giving him a little smile and his eyes were so full of warmth , I had to look away. i also realized, what I’d just said.

Taehyung picked up on it quickly.

“So this means you’re going to do it then? Move in with me ?” 

He grinned before reaching out and throwing an arm on the back of my seat, before turning around to look as he backed out of the spot. i tried not to stare at the way his large hands looked gripping the steering wheel. Tried not to think about how they’d felt gripping my waist. 

“Well, uh… i’m not sure that’s how you should be phrasing that to your girlfriend.” I said weakly and he frowned.

“You’re more worried about her than you should be. Me and Yeon hee…we’re…. it’s nothing serious. We’re friends more than lovers and its a really casual thing.” 

I tried not to fidget.

“I’m sure that has nothing to do with me.” i said quickly.

“Y/N…”

“Tae, I’m serious. I just… I just divorced my husband of seven years. I’m not up for these games….”

“These aren’t games, angel…”

“You know what i mean, Tae. I’m still emotionally in a lot of pain…and I know you always hated Wonho ….”

“Damn right I hated him, he took the one thing i wanted in the whole damn world.” Taehyung snapped.

I shut my eyes. 

“Taehyung…”

He groaned .

“I’m sorry. You’re right.. it’s just… it’s hard for me to see you … being upset because of that bastard after everything he did….” He said softly. “He shouldn’t have ever come near you if he wasn’t going to love you right….” 

I stared at him. It had been over a decade but he still reminded me of the boy I’d left behind. I could read Taehyung like a book…..

And i thought about Wonho , about how different he had turned out to be, about how easily i’d been fooled. I’d thought I’d known him well, too and look how that turned out…. 

I didn’t know Taehyung, no matter how achingly familiar he felt. 

“ Can we not talk about this…?” I said softly.

He hesitated before nodding.

I sighed and sank back into the seats. It was going to be a long night. 

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Author’s Note : This is short but I hope you guys liked it,.

This is so exciting!! I am really loving how you have characterized the MC and Hoseok. Sure, their further relationship will be slightly morally questionable. But, I am ready!

Desire.

CEO ! Jung Hoseok x  Married ! OC 

Summary : Tall Handsome CEO Hobi meets dainty delicate country girl, Elena and falls head over heels. Too bad she’s already taken. 

Genre : Infidelity, Morally ambiguous characters. 

Chapter 1

On Fridays, Jung Hoseok liked to unwind. 

After a whole entire week of heading Gwihan Inc., going over proposals, signing off on acquisitions and baby sitting his two younger siblings who were just entering the company business, Jung Hoseok liked to relax on Friday evenings, usually with a glass of wine, maybe some good food from the Chinese restaurant down the street and occasionally with some company of the feminine variety. 

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Aaaaaaah. I am screaming at that ending. I feel so nervous for her. 😱

The sadness of things.

Alpha Jungkook x Omega Oc!

Genre : Angst , Hurt/ Comfort. 

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Summary : Nine months after her marriage ends, Kim Heejin is a reclusive artist, who works out of a renovated warehouse in Busan, her days and nights spent with canvas and paint. Its exactly what she’s ever wanted, to be left alone. And yet, that nagging feeling of incompletion keeps her on her toes. And perhaps, it is that longing for something substantial, something real that pushes her to give her flawed but lovable ex-husband another chance. 

Chapter 8

September 2021 ( Nine months after the Divorce ) 

“So….. Dinner tomorrow?” The man leaning against the car was handsome, his gaze warm and kind and it took a lot of self control, not to give in for once and invite him in. It was cold, late autumn air bitingly frigid on my skin and the temptation to share my bed with another warm body, especially a magnificent one like his, was incredibly strong. But I managed to curb my own instincts , keeping my smile soft  as I gently shook my head.

Not that it mattered. He would never take me up on an offer like that anyway.

“I don’t mix business with pleasure, Mr. Kim.” I said softly.

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Love to Hate (Ch. 6)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you’ve done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: oral (male, female, sixty-nine position), face-sitting, dirty talk (includes y/n being in control + fantasizing about condomless sex), hand job, fingering, multiple orgasms, semi-public nsfw scene (not sex)

TW: jealousy

Word Count: 15,293

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Dear letter... To you... (KTH)

Summary : There was no connection between these two strangers accept a letter in one’s hand.  

Story inspo : a story from a wedding

Author POV.

*click*

The camera captured the scene of an empty alley. It was just another ordinary day for everyone to wake up and start their routines. In this little town, almost everyone knew each other-despite a few unfamiliar faces who might appear around the street.

Kim Taehyung was one of them, a wanderlust soul. He found this little town not long ago on a travel site. Visiting this beautiful and classic area for a week, he could tell that he fell in love, even if; there was nothing much to attract a large group of tourists.

*click*

Taehyung snapped another shot. This place was nothing but calming for him. He took a turn at a random corner and met with a local restaurant. Taehyung opened the wooden door. The bell shimmed as a signal of a new customer.

“Good day sir, what would you like to order?” Taehyung looked above the waiter for a menu.

“Any tradition dishes?” Taehyung asked. Every dish seemed to look the same since there were no note up on the board.

After having description from the waiter, he decided his dish. A waitress, who finished preparing a table, gestured Taehyung to take a seat.

“What would you like for today?” 

The door opened and closed from time to time. Taehyung was still in the restaurant and enjoyed his meal. He looked through a photo album. He was so busy with his camera without noticing that someone approached him.

“Sir, can this lady have a seat here? The restaurant has no seats available at the moment.” The waitress interrupted him. Taehyung didn’t look up, but nodded as an answer.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Taehyung POV.

I felt like I was acting rude. However, I didn’t know how to start a conversation with the stranger either. I sat in silence and continued to play with my camera-taking the picture of the lake outside the window.

A glance at the person, but I only met a journal book. The person behind the book was so focused on the paper. Drawing or writing? I looked at the actions and kept those questions in my head.

I then put my attention back into my camera. I snapped a few shots and checked them. I did it again and again like a loop, not caring for the stranger who sat opposite me.

And both of us continued sitting there in silence.

“Have a good day miss.” 

I looked up and met with an empty seat. The loud bell sound then appeared out of nowhere. I assumed that might come from a clock tower nearby. I checked my watch and gasped.

“I’ve been here for hour and a half already?” I started packing my camera and some postcards that I didn’t finish writing.

The moment I stood up and stepped toward the door, one of the waiters stopped me. He handed me a piece of brown ripped paper and a postcard.

“These aren’t mine.”

“It was on your table, sir.” I didn’t care about it that much and put both into my pocket.

  ‘What a tiring day.’ I thought to myself. I strolled down the eat part of the town today. The beach was nice. I could feel the breeze wash over me and left a fresh sea salt scent.

“What could it be?” I picked up the thing I got in the morning. Inspecting the handwriting, it must belong to that stranger. She surely had a neat yet unique handwriting. I assumed these were a part of her journal.

There were a few translucent color dots on a paper. She spilled something? She painted? I flipped the paper and searched for any clue to find her. Fortunately, there was something.

“Interesting.”

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Author POV.

2 years later

“Any meeting?” Taehyung asked his secretary to check his schedule. He had been busy for awhile after his father stepped down from the position.

“Sir, you have a meeting around…” His secretary reviewed his schedule.

“For the project, we have an appointment with the artist in the evening.”

The secretary closed her iPad and left him in the elevator. Taehyung went up to another floor before he left. He then stepped into his office.

  “Sir, the artist arrived.”

After he ended the call, he stepped into a metal box. The door closed and the digital screen ran a set of numbers as he went down.

“Here is the copy of their plan.” Taehyung received the file and scrolled through the plan. Checking the details, he decided to wait for their presentation.

Everyone stood up and bowed to him as a greeting when the glass door slid open. He took a seat and the others followed.

“Shall we start?”  When he asked, a woman stood up from her seat. She walked toward the screen that had already prepared the presentation.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Y/N POV.

‘Here we go.’ I thought to myself and the glass door slid open.

The CEO stepped inside the room. His every step echoed in the room-making my heartbeat went faster. When we all took our seats, I then noticed his feature. He looked young, probably around my age. His posture was calm yet intimidate.

“Shall we start?” Ok, y/n, you got this. I stood up with confident. I tried my best to look calm. If anyone could read my thought, they would know how nervous I was.

I started by explaining my inspiration a little bit before moving on to the concept and its details. It was nerve-wracking since the guy stared at me throughout my presentation. I felt him monitoring my moves, and that made me anxious.

“Is there any question?” Now, time to face the real anxiety.

I was right. He then started asking millions of questions about my idea.

  The scribbling sound was loud and clear. I was now sitting in the CEO’s cabinet. He noted down the details while I explained. He dismissed everyone from the meeting half an hour ago since their working hour was end.

“Have we ever met before?” He asked a random question out of the blue.

“I..I don’t think so.” Why did I stutter?

I saw him smiled a little. Did I say something wrong? He knew me before? I was sure that I didn’t meet him before. My forgetful self started recalling his face.

“My secretary will contact you for our next appointment.” I nodded and stood up-ready to leave.

“Oh, can you leave your personal contact?  In case, we have to call you for the urgent work.” I then left him my personal contact and left the place.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Author POV.

With the contact you left a week ago, Taehyung always messaged you. Even if it was about work, you were a little puzzled. Is it common for that huge interior company to let the boss directly contact any worker (even though you weren’t his employee directly)?

The clock was ticking. The sky gradually changed its shade. Everyone continued working on the job as usual. Taehyung was so busy surfing through the site and gallery of the artist. Lucky that he had his own office because if someone found him smiling like an idiot in front of the screen right now, they would think he was weird.

“I’ll see you soon.” He spoke to himself while looking through your work.

After Taehyung met you, to say Taehyung was head over heal into you wasn’t an exaggerated liar. He was even more obsessed with you when he saw your handwriting. He got his answer that you were ‘that’ stranger.

  “Why are we here today? I thought we are going to work on the project.” You and Taehyung got closer after a week of him messaging to you unstop about work (A/N: *Ahem* work you say?)

“Well, this is also work, is it not?” His boxy smiled plaster his face.

“At the art exhibition?”

“Yeah, because I want learn about them. It can help me better understanding what you are doing and fuse them into my collection as well.”

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Taehyung POV.

‘Is that excuse work?’ I looked at her face. She seemed to not catch my real intention. I still put on my signature innocent smile-using it to persuade her.

“We better to be hurry then. Today we also needed to buy my equipment.” I succeeded. She entered the place without asking any further.

I snapped many shots when we were inside. She was so passionate about the exhibition. I usually preferred a peaceful atmosphere while walking in the exhibition hall. However, the way she kept talking about each piece of art, I didn’t find it annoying or boring.

“You seemed to be into this piece. Do you want it to be the main pantone of your collection?” I got out of my head and nodded. She then chuckled lightly.

‘Ah, I embarrassed myself, didn’t I?’

“Ok, we should leave then.”

  We were here for a few hours now. She was lost in her world. When she picked the colors, she wouldn’t forget to ask for my comment. If I approved, she would be happy. Her eyes glowed thousands of lights. I couldn’t help but stare. She was indeed passionate about our work.

‘Our?’ When I realized that I used that word, I somehow felt a tingle feeling inside.

“We can get out of here soon. Do you think this is enough?” I snapped back to reality. I then met a cart full of art tools.

“I think these will do.” I emphasized the word these to remind her that it was enough.

“Sorry, I picked them for personal purpose as well. Hope you won’t mind.” I gave her a disbelief look while she grinned.

“If you mind, you can cut it from my salary.” She pouted and wheeled the cart.

‘Cute’

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Author POV.

Little by little, you fell for Taehyung. It was a feeling that gradually develop without your notice. By the time you realized it, you had already established your status with him.

“And again, you bring me to somewhere out of our schedule.”

“And you like it as always.” You rolled your eyes and entered the restaurant.

Entering a familiar elegant restaurant, a waitress led you both toward the VIP table. Guess who booked that?

The waiter then approached your table and left the menu on the table. He stood there and waited patiently for your order. You finished ordering your meal in the blink of an eye since you only had one fav dish. However, for Taehyung, it took ages to order.

“Why is it so quiet today?” You asked. You glanced around the floor and saw no one other than your table.

“Oh, I booked the whole floor today.” Taehyung answered it as if it was a normal thing to do.

“You did what?” You looked at the guy with a shocked face. He noticed your expression and chuckled.

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Y/N POV.

This was unbelievable. Why on earth did he need to book the whole floor? I had no idea of what was on his mind. Being close with Taehyung, I learned one thing. That one thing was sometimes you needed no rational thought to do something.

The quiet atmosphere then got replaced when a musician started playing some tunes. The soft melody filled the air.

‘He is up to something?’

I monitored his expressions and actions, but I didn’t get the answer. I couldn’t keep the curiosity any longer. I opened my mouth to fire out the question.

“Please, enjoy the meal.”

‘Lucky you, Tae.’ A waitress interrupted me before I could ask. Both of us started eating our meal.

I felt the meal was more delicious. Is it because of the atmosphere?

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Taehyung POV.

‘Phew she didn’t ask anything yet.’ I thought to myself while eating the meal. Thanks to that waitress, she didn’t get her chance. I didn’t want her to know my surprise just yet.

Curious right?

Today, I booked our favorite restaurant to discuss on the work like always. It looked ordinary until here. Now, the surprise plan will start.

I signaled a waiter who stood beside. He knew that it was the time for the special menu. Waiting for a bit, a box finally landed on the middle of the table.

“Open it.” I ordered her. She gave me a suspiscious look before carefully opened it.

*gasp*

“And that is your answer.” I spoke. I knew what she was about to ask before our meal arrived. 

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Author POV.

“That was such a lovely story. I could see ladies in the venue look jelous at you both.”

Wedding day

The MC spoke. Taehyung give his signature smile. He isn’t shy about it. You can tell that he is bragging your story to the audience.

“And I told her about the letter. I still remembered how she was surprise and then her face flush. It was really cute.” The audience awe at him.

“Ok, we will now moving on to the surprise of tonight.” Taehyung glance at the MC. He remembers that the next thing is throwing the bouquet.

“You didn’t expect it, did you? Since you gave me such a surprise that day, I am going to give you one today.”

You look at your husband who look so lost. You chuckle at his expression before 2 staff step on stage with a gift. They then hand it to him and you wait for his reaction.

“Oh my god.” He looks shock when he tears off a wrapper. It was a sketch of him from the day you met him.

“So is this why you didn’t have any conversation with me or even look at me?” He smirks and teases you.

“There are more.”

The MC now hand him a box which is much smaller than the first gift. He  shakes a few time after recieves them. When he know that isn’t going to help him to guess, he open the bow.

He gasp so do the aucience. His eyes filled up with tears. His hands are shaking. The MC take the little gift out of his hand and show it to the audience. The audience go wild. The cheering and whistling sound echo in the venue. You then grab the mic and speak.

“Congratulation my dear, you are going to be papa.”

Author note : This story was inspired by the story from a wedding of my friend’s cousin. Her cousin met his bride because he found her note. Their story then began. My friend told me the groom’s comment about the bride. “I thought the handwriting was beautiful. When I finally found the owner, she was more beautiful.” It sounded cheesy, but that was their story. I hope you enjoy this one. See you in the next os.

Waiting for Her // Chapter 1

Au: ceo au + ballerina au

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst (?)

A/N: this is a new series yay! I finished planning/plotting this story so hopefully I will manage to finish this series.

Jungkook is totally not bias wrecking me

 Tying up the ribbons on her shoe she was well set for her warm-up class. Hair tied up in a neat bun that hopefully won’t fall off halfway through the class, she had on a black leotard with spaghetti straps. The class slowly filled with people from the company, each stretching their muscles thoroughly. Her friends finally arrived and squeals of excitement filled the corner of the room.

 Roles were very hard to earn in this season of performances. Teacher Svetlana entered and everyone was immediately in their positions by the barre: all poised and ready. Let another day of living your dream job begin!

  Jungkook awoke in his king sized bed, groggily rubbing his eyes and checking the time. He played on his usual morning jam on Spotify and got ready for the day. He made coffee and cooked himself breakfast: fried egg with butter and toast. Checking his appearance and fixing his tie he grabbed his suitcase and went off to work.

 The day passed on by as usual, he checked up on the last few piles of documents before heading for lunch. Just as he was packing up to meet the boys his mom called. He smiled accepting the call.

 “Hi mom,” Jungkook said, looking out of his window to the view of the city.

“How is my baby boy, I see how you’ve been taking time to visit your family here. What did I tell you about calling me for at least once every two weeks?” his mother’s voiced out.

“Sorry mom, it’s been hectic lately and I promise I’ll come by this weekend yeah? How’s my dear sister doing there?”

“Oh, Jungkook. Please don’t overwork yourself darling, you know how your health is supremely important right? Oh, yes, your sister’s been doing well lately. She misses you and she can’t wait for the ballet performance you mentioned in the next 2 months.”

 The company Jungkook has built himself has grown ever since. Without the help of his father and his best mate, Kim Namjoon, he wouldn’t be where he is today. The struggles and the rut he has been through had pushed him to keep on going, even when things were a no-go, he somehow always found a way.

 “You should settle down soon Jungkook, find a girl or if you want I can invite some that I have met lately…” Jungkook chuckled at his mom droning on about marriage. He was quite reserved for marriage. Not wanting to carry on the dates if the feelings weren’t quite strong. He was a busy man after all.

 “Yes mom, don’t worry about these things yeah? I’m too charming to not end up married anyways,” he told his mom. His thoughts wandered to the girl he met long ago in his youth. Oh how he wished he could just meet her again.

  With every pirouette, she landed with a hop. She groaned internally. Once more…engaging her core and using her arms she turned but was swiftly thrown off balance. She landed with a thud on the floor. She got up and did it again.

 The doors of the studio opened and she saw her friend, Amelia. With a knowing look, she looked up at the clock and saw how she was fifteen minutes past lunch break which gives her less than half an hour to eat. She thanked Amelia and drank water.

 “(y/n), girl, you got to take care of yourself. The rest of them are at the table waiting,” Amelia patted (y/n)’s neck with tissues.

“Oh shit, oh my,  I’m sorry! Let me just take off my shoes.”

 Arriving at the lunch table, her friends had started to scold (y/n) for almost skipping lunch. (y/n) had been given the role of Odile in Swan Lake. Seeing as to how she will have to master the 32 fouettes perfectly she was thrilled and scared but mostly thrilled.

Waiting For Her // chapter 7

Au: ceo au + ballerina au

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst (?), lil smut lmao

word count : 743

a/n: um im almost done with the whole series and let’s say I cringe at my writing but it’s ok I have other pics planned out to work on and hopefully it’s not as cringe 

Warning : light mentions of sex (just sum super light smut really)

After going out together a couple of times, (y/n) just couldn’t get Jungkook’s mother’s words out of her head. Whenever she would look at Jungkook she would feel guilty and undeserving, thinking why even does Jungkook want to be with her. She knows that she shouldn’t let other people’s opinions get the best of her but it’s Jungkook’s own mother we’re talking about here. 

Alas, (Y/n) decided to let Jungkook go.

It was hard seeing all the light and warmth die out of Jungkook’s eyes after (Y/n) had uttered those words. He didn’t give up so easily though, he reasoned and, hell, it almost got (Y/n). But she knew she had to call off on the relationship. 

“Fine!” Jungkook spitted out, grabbing his jacket on the way out. The flowers he brought her stood on the counter, seemingly losing it’s colour and brightness when he left. 

Jungkook cursed all the way down to his car, thinking that maybe what his mother said was right. He calmed down eventually, driving out of the parking lot of (Y/n)’s apartment complex. Hurt pounded on his heart. Why did she let me go? 

//

Jungkook waited for a full two weeks for (y/n) to reach out, for her to change her mind saying it was all a mistake. Her call never came. And so, he decided that he’ll date one of the girls suggested by his mother. 

However, after the first date, Jungkook didn’t see the point of continuing the relationship with said girl. She was pretty, slim, you know cover girl worthy, hard working even, but there was no chemistry, no spark. Her name was Jennie. She was covered head to toe with Chanel, looking as prim and proper and high status as ever. 

Despite the lack of attraction emotionally, Jungkook brought Jennie home to his bed. There was little connection between the two which was awfully expected. Everything was pure sex for release. It didn’t feel right but he wasn’t in a relationship with (Y/n) anymore. 

// 

The aftermath was awkward. With Jennie laying next to him, fast asleep, and him just looking up the ceiling of his bedroom. He looked over to Jennie, thoughts going to nights when he and (Y/n) would go on the whole night, fucking (y/n) senseless. 

(Y/n)’s got phenomenal stamina alright. Better stamina than most girls at least. The number of times he would succumb to (y/n)’s pleas and moans. His head buried in between her strong, toned legs as she pushed and pulled at his hair.

Jungkook was getting hard at the thought of her. Sighing, he got up to take care of his problem down there with a cold, cold shower.

//

It was a slow burn for the two for them. (Y/n) can’t lie but she regrets her decision of breaking up with Jungkook. If not for her actions, they would still be together. Less time with Jungkook means more time in the studio practicing, strengthening, stretching. 

Seeing how she could use her emotions for her dancing, she landed another principal role in Swan Lake as Odette. Ironically, in this production, Odette dies of sadness and betrayal in the end. She could definitely project her feelings of despair without putting in too much effort this time.

On the night of the performance, everything went well, aside from a few alterations in the steps of her variations. The orchestra laid out the music perfectly. (Y/n) danced as gracefully as ever, as tonight she is Odette. 

With every wave of her swan like arms, with every arabesque and pirouette she made was full of artistry. Her facial features contorting to those of betrayal and pure sadness. And slowly, the white swan has reached the end of her life. 

The theatre erupted with applause and hoots from the audience. Tears slipped her and there at the tragic sad ending. Little did (Y/n) know that Jungkook was in the audience watching her. He came alone. If he couldn’t see (y/n) like how he used to, he’ll just see her during her performances. He’s there to support her no matter what. 

(Y/n) stood up and ran softly towards the audience and curtsied, bowing her head. If she was not mistaken, tonight was one of the loudest applause she has ever received so far. After gazing at the audience with a smile, she exited the stage.

Waiting For Her // chapter 9

Au: ceo au + ballerina au

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst (?), lil smut

word count : 866

Warning: happy ending nearing 

a/n: ok this wasn't as cringe-y when I wrote it and I guess I was just out of practice lmao that’s y it be cringe as heck in the previous one. It’s almost the end guys, keep tuning in (or more like keep on writing for me lol). Oh, enjoY this chapter ehe 💘

(Y/n) was on break but not really (ballerinas don’t really have long breaks ehe), she was in for another production in Christmas which is, The Nutcracker. Her schedule not being as crazy hectic as she was before, she decided to spend time with her family and friends, and Jungkook to finally get a hold of her social life for once.

Dressed up in a nice lavender summer dress with brown ballerina flats which totally made (Y/n) stand out in the corporate world which is in Jungkook’s company, due to the lack of formal clothing of course. (Y/n) had bought Jungkook’s favorite dessert, a light-baked Japanese cheesecake. 

(Y/n) was gazing around the tall glass building and it’s modern design, her eye caught Jungkook discussing with his workers about something business-y which made him look ten times hotter than he already is. (Y/n) doesn’t know if she should wait or tell the admin to notify Jungkook of her presence but he already spotted her from where he is. 

He was confused seeing you here, looking so cute but very out of place with everyone else in their suit and ties and formal clothing. You held up the box of dessert you were holding for him with an unsure smile. He signaled to his team to hold on for a minute as he approached you with a shining smile. 

Jungkook’s heart warmed up seeing you. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to be here, thought it was my imagination playing tricks,” he told you taking a bite of the cheesecake you bought him. You two were in his huge expensive office enjoying each other’s company.

You laughed and explained how you were on a little break now and you plan on grabbing hold of your social life before things get busy again. Jungkook munched down happily hearing your plans and just by being with you. 

Dabbing a napkin to his mouth he asked you where you were heading to with a pretty dress. “Such a pretty dress, I hope you’re not meeting anyone new…” he teased.

Your cheeks warmed up at his compliment but you quickly shot his assumption by explaining that you were just gonna have a picnic with your girl friends. He laughed and held your hands looking you in the eye,” I’m just kidding, I know you love me and I love you.”

You relaxed and took a bite from your New York cheesecake. Playfully glaring at him. 

//

“How are you my darling?” (Y/n)’s mom welcomed (y/n) into their cozy home, embracing (y/n) into a motherly hug. (Y/n) sighed happily into her mother’s arms. “Just peachy mom.”

(Y/n) had dinner with her parents and she filled them both in the details of her life they had missed out on, the ups and downs and whatnots.

“So how is that golden boy eh?” (Y/n)’s dad quipped. (Y/n) was surprised when her father had immediately taken a liking towards Jungkook when they first met. 

“Perfect as always,” (Y/n) smiled grabbing a bite of the chocolate muffin her mother baked.

“He loves you dearie, don’t you let go of him again alright, “ (Y/n)’s mom advised, seeing how her daughter has a special spark in her eye whenever she’s with Jungkook. (Y/n) nodded with her cheeks stuffed with the heavenly chocolate muffins.

//

“Ugh, stop singing love sick songs bro,” Jungkook’s sister groaned on the living room couch. Jungkook ruffled her hair and continued humming instead. Plopping himself down next to her.

Jungkook pulled out his phone texting someone, and being the curious little girl his little sister was, she decided to peek at his phone screen. 

“You didn’t tell me you got back together with (Y/n)!” She gasped. She rambled on about how she missed (Y/n) and how she wants (y/n) to give her some ballet tips. Jungkook had to calm his sister down, as (y/n) agreed to give his little sis a private class sometime this week after replying his text.

Jungkook’s mother had observed a light bounce to his steps as well. “Jeon Jungkook, come here,” She called out from the kitchen counter. 

Jungkook jogged to where his mother was, laughing,”Yeah mom?” He ruffled his hair looking at his reflection from the polished sliding glass door. 

“Why don’t you bring over (Y/n) to our family brunch we’re having this weekend?” She offered. Jungkook widened his eyes, not expecting that at all coming from his mother.

Jungkook then explained that they were both taking it slow for now, as they just got back together. His mother nodded and apologized for coming in between the two of them hence, being part of the cause of their break up. After bickering back and forth with her husband on who Jungkook should and should not date, she’s come to realized that as long as her baby boy is happy and being true to himself, she would be more accepting now.

Jungkook hugged his mother and assured her everything was fine and that all’s good now.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (𝐕𝐈)

SERIES ONESHOTS

Wicked

Damn, The Delivery Boy

Edge

Angel In The Darkness

Hands On Learning

When Opposites Attract

I Don’t Like A Gold Rush

The Sadness Of Things

Naughty Pictures

Endgame

Tastes So Good

Spots

Drown In Your Body

Falling

30-Love

Navy Blue

Sanity

The Habits Of A Broken Heart

Cockblocked

Dotti

How Can I Help You Sir?

Oops

You Belong With Me

Soaked N’ Slipped

The Art Of Boxing

Too Much, Too Little

The Present

Crescent Bound

Piss Off Your Parents

Tinkerbell

Fancy Dress | l.fx

Genre: smut, fluff, ceo!felix, secretary!reader, afab reader Warnings: smut Minors DNI, jealousy, probably an unethical relationship, PIV sex, cursing A/N: Thank you to the anon who inspired me to begin working on this because it's been in my drafts for months

Perhaps the red dress you wore to the office party was a tad proactive. The silk draped across every curve of your body as if you were statuesque. It did not feature cleavage nor was it too short. But you knew he liked undressing you in his imagination first.

Felix had not touched you in two months.

Without a word, he stopped calling you into his office on his lunch break. The small brush of his fingers against the small of your back on the way to a meeting. The press of his lips to the back of your neck in the elevator. Your eyes fluttered closed at the thought he would do it again.

Entering the conference room turned party space you were one of the last to arrive. Many of your coworkers already held half drunken glasses of wine and the cheese plate was sans half a row of cheddar.

You shrugged off your coat, the full expanse of your collarbones exposed with only the small straps of the dress interrupting the view. Grabbing a red, you took a large gulp, the wine matching the color of your painted lips.

"Y/N! Glad you could make it."

You turned to see the reason for the party, Hwang Hyunjin. He was moving across the country and leaving the company. Having worked for Felix's company from almost the very beginning, the CEO of Lee Enterprises spared no expenses to send off his most valued employee right.

"Of course, Hyune," you said, reaching out to hug the tall man. "I wouldn't miss it. You were a godsend my first month here."

Hyunjin laughed, bumping your hip. "You were like a scared little fawn."

You looked sideways tossing your head back with a half scoff, half chuckle. "You act like I was a baby."

"But you wereeee," Hyunjin said, his tone already whiny and dramatic that you assumed he was already on his second glass of wine. "So young and so cute. Never worked in an office before."

You blushed. "You're ridiculous." You gently swatted Hyunjin's bicep. He didn't look particularly muscular, but his arm still felt solid.

"Sending Hyunjin off well?" a familiar deep voice said.

Your boss and the CEO of the company approached. He'd gone back to a more natural look with his hair looking more chocolate brown. It had been a few weeks since the change, but you'd rarely gotten a chance to see him up close in that time.

The color made the freckles sprinkled across his face shine brighter. You remember counting them once in the afterglow, his lips kissing the inside of your wrist.

It always felt so intimate with Felix. Even when it was rough. His fingertips bruised and then kneaded, his mouth nipped at your skin and then whispered in your ear how beautiful you are. Sex with Felix was as thrilling as whiplash and as gentle as grass sweeping across your calves.

"Of course," you said. "I have to make sure my work husband knows how much I'll miss him." You chuckled and Hyunjin let a less enthusiastic one. It wasn't like him to deny your close friendship, but when you looked up, you noticed the hard look in Felix's eyes.

Felix still managed to give a disingenuous smile as he reached for another glass of champagne.

"You certainly will be missed, Hyunjin." His gaze flicked to you. It felt so white hot you couldn't return it and ended up looking downward at his leather Chelsea boots.

"Y/N," Felix said. "Do you have a moment? There's actually something from a client I want to go over with you."

You looked up and met his eyes. You agreed and began to follow him to his office. Murmurs persisted as you left, but they had nothing to do with a sexual relationship.

He works her too hard.

Wow, he even makes Y/N work at a company party.

You think she's going to quit?

While some--like Hyunjin--had caught on to the true nature of your relationship with the CEO, most had not. Felix was good at being discreet and quick when he needed to be.

When you reached his office, he shut the door and turned on the light. The blinds were already down as they usually were when he left. You heard the lock of the door engage and it made your head pop up.

"Why--" You began to ask.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked, moving closer to you until your thighs pressed against the edge of his desk.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Wearing that dress, flirting with Hyunjin, is this because I haven't fucked you lately?"

"I-I wasn't flirting with Hyunjin. He's just one of my best friends."

Felix didn't care for the answer, his eyelids lowering slightly and his mouth forming a disappointed 'O'. He gently moves your hair behind your shoulders, exposing your neck and all the way down to your breasts strained against the top of the dress.

"I can't mark you today," he said, his lips pressing against the sensitive spot on your neck. His tongue lapped at the taste of your skin. "Bend over for me, sweetheart."

You did as he said, already soaking through your thin panties. This is exactly what you wanted, but part of you still wondered why it had to come to this. Why did you have to make him jealous for him to fuck you again?

Felix pushed the hem of your dress up just above your ass. His hands groped at your ass making you moan. It only took his touch to drive you to this point.

"Mm, you have to be quiet for me," he said, chuckling a bit. "How about I help you out?"

You felt a draft as his body moved away from yours. Though, it was only a few seconds before he was leaning over you, his tie splitting your lips. Felix tied it behind your head as a makeshift gag.

"There," he said, his deep voice sounding amused, obviously he was pleased by his handiwork. "Now, where were we, love?"

As soon as Felix peels your wet panties off and pushes into you, you know you're done for. How in the hell are you going to go without this for two months again? The feeling of him filling you up so that your thighs were pressed into the desk with every thrust.

The tie did help muffle your moans, but only enough that anyone outside wouldn't hear. Inside Felix's office, however, it was all gasped, rushed breaths, and grunts and whimpers. Occasionally, Felix would let quiet praise leave his lips.

You're so gorgeous like this.

I missed this pussy.

I love you.

The words uttered as he came inside of you. It made you both go still after he said it. Maybe it was in the heat of the moment? Perhaps he was thinking of someone else? Could he have possibly meant it?

"Sorry," he said, his voice a little more restrained than usual. "I didn't mean to scare you with that." His cock was still inside of you and you couldn't see his face. Though, as his secretary, you could read every small tendon movement and anticipate his needs.

You managed to move off of him so you can turn around. He doesn't stop you, but when you finally meet his eyes, they almost look sad and longing.

"Did you mean it?"

He didn't answer right away, but his eyes didn't leave yours. When he finally did answer, his words were so quiet you almost wondered if you imagined them.

"Yes."

"Then, why didn't you so much as look at me for the last two months?"

"I was scared. I never meant to develop feelings for you and I was almost certain you didn't return them. Plus, it's bad enough that we are having sex, but if I fall in love with you? It'll get much harder to hide."

"Why hide it then?"

Felix sighed. His hand caressed your face and his thumb gently rubbed over your smooth skin. Lips hovering not far from your own it would just take shifting onto your tiptoes for them to meet.

"I tried to stop it. It's why I ignored you for the last couple of months."

"I love you too, Felix."

A bemused look crossed your features and Felix's eyes widened. He truly didn't think you loved him back? It wasn't just about how he fucked you. You fell for him because of the way he remembered your coffee order, whenever he texted you to make sure you got home from work safely, or when he saw your humble apartment for the first time and remarked on how much he liked it because it reminded him of you.

Felix pressed his lips to yours. No words exchanged told you that he was never going to let you go again, but the soft grip on your upper arm did.

"Now, I owe you an orgasm."

The two of you laughed as he got down on his knees.