Little do You Know | OT7 | Anniversary Special Drabble

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au.

Chapter warnings: A family visit, a dinner and smut!

Make sure you already read parts one and two of the LDYK anniversary special on tumblr or ao3!! This is how the following day went with oppa’s military leave! Smut and fluff, and a little angst if you squint.

PS: Unedited so don't mind the typos!

WC:7.5k

“Oppa, I just touched up my lip gloss.” you warned your soon-to-be-husband as he searched for your lips once more.

“And I told you not to.” he argued, making you laugh as his lips touched the very corner of your mouth when you looked to the side. “It only gets in the way, sweetheart.”

“In the way of what?” you teased, smoothing out his shirt. “You can’t keep kissing me in front of your hyung and his wife. In front of baby Sun.”

“I can’t see anyone here right now–”

For dramatic effect, Seokjin looked around the two of you, where the cramped space of the unmoving elevator felt even smaller with his broad shoulders and recently acquired muscles. You couldn’t stop the light laugh to leave your lips, head hanging back with his antics.

Just because you missed him so much.

After surprising you the night before, and after the –for the lack of a better word– fuckfest that went on as your one year anniversary celebration, your body was still aching, but your heart was full. You needed today and tomorrow to move at a snail’s pace, and you needed to bask in Seokjin’s presence as you didn’t know when you’d see him like this again.

So you just couldn’t remember why on earth you were denying him a kiss.

“Come here, darling.” you softly called, watching his handsome face split into a loving smile.

“Took you long enough.” he chuckled, but caged you in between his wide body and the mirrored wall of the elevator.

Seokjin touched the side of your face with utmost care and tenderness, looking into your eyes as if it was the first time; as if it could be the last time. The clenching of your heart relaxed as he leaned in, softly pressing plump lips against yours. Your gloss made the gentle kiss sticky, but neither of you minded.

It didn’t go much further than that either, just a small and quiet declaration of love. Still enough to make butterflies go a little crazy in your tummy.

“Now we can go.” Seokjin sighed against your lips, but before he could take a step back, you used your thumb to wipe your glittery, strawberry gloss, off his lips. “Thanks.”

“I got you.” you grinned, watching as Jin turned around and stared at the panel of numbers he should press to make the lift move. “Fifth floor, darling.”

“Yeah, I knew that…”

Seokjin pressed the button and the elevator was brought to life, mechanical sounds being activated as it started going up. This building was a relatively new one, Seokjung and Ahreum had just moved into it a month before Jin enlisted, so your lover had only ever been over there once. You didn’t expect him to remember the floor his family lived on, but you could tell that not knowing bothered him on some level.

You didn’t have any time to reassure him or ask him about it as the short journey to the fifth floor was too fast. So you just slipped your hand into his and led the way to the last door in the hallway, where the unmistakable notes of Butter was playing on the other side of the white wood.

“Guess we got the right place.” Jin laughed as you pressed the doorbell.

“Your family has good music taste.” you mused as the volume was lowered on the inside.

A few seconds later, the door was opening and a slightly disheveled, short woman with flushed cheeks greeted you. Ahreum was really cute; smaller than you, with a round face and tiny eyes. She emanated nothing but kindness, something you hoped your nephew would grow up with.

“Are you okay?” you asked her with a laugh, accepting her hug as you let go of Jin’s hand.

“Yeah, just running after Sun.” she waved off your concern, giving you a squeeze and ushering you into the apartment before turning to her brother in law. “Jin-ssi! You look so good!”

“Sun is walking?” Jin wanted to know, accepting the woman’s hug, but looking at you over her shoulder.

“Sprinting is more like it.” the woman corrected, pulling the man into the home. “I hope you’re hungry, we’re serving breakfast in the living room. Which is how Sun-ie grabbed a hotteok and I had to chase after him.”

You and Jin took your shoes off by the entrance, being led deeper into the home as another BTS song started to play. The short woman let out a small chuckle as she led the way and said:

“I promise we’re not playing that just because you’re here. Sun really likes your music.”

“At least he won’t forget about me if he sees me on TV.” Jin joked, hand resting on the low of your back.

It made you bite your bottom lip, hoping he didn’t think that, but knowing a toddler’s memory was short and Sun might not actually remember much of him after all. You knew how much Jin loved that baby, so did you, the little boy was a constant subject during your calls and you made a point of seeing him and Jin’s family every other week to make sure you had videos and photos to show your boyfriend.

It was obviously not the same, but a way you found to make sure Seokjin didn’t miss much.

“Please don’t mind the mess.” Ahreum sighed, as if drained of all energy after the short walk down the hall.

“Nothing is messy, unnie.” you assured her with the rubbing of her shoulders, receiving a thankful smile in return.

The living room of the modest apartment was spacious, not many furniture pieces around, so Sun would have plenty of space to run without risking bumping into anything. A four seater couch was in front of the TV, where BTS music videos were playing, a small coffee table was filled with food and drinks, a play mat was in a corner holding many toys from blocks, cars, felt animals and dolls.

You couldn’t help but look at Jin as he took everything in as if it was the first time he was seeing all of it; it mostly was, as when he’d been over to the apartment last time, Sun’s toys were less entertaining and the room was a little more dangerous for a walking child.

“There you are, I thought you’d gotten lost!” Seokjung was walking out of the kitchen with his son in his arms. “Looking healthy, Seokjin-ah. Come here!”

“Good to see you, hyung!” Jin’s resemblance to his brother wasn’t so obvious, but it was very much still there.

The man was taller than Jin, usually more muscular too. Not right now, however, as Jin’s training made him bulk up pretty well. Ahreum took Sun into her arms so her husband and your boyfriend could properly hug and check each other out. While Jin teased his hyung about his new ‘dad-body’ and Jin was complimented for his muscles, you were pulling faces and ticking Sun.

The baby was a little suspicious of all the noise and the new presence in his home, but upon seeing you, Sun offered his arms up with a tiny baby giggle that never stopped you from melting.

“That’s auntie Yn!” his mother told him, bouncing him on her arms. “You wanna go to her?”

“Come here, Sun-ie– oof.”

For a one year old, Sun was growing well. The toddler practically threw himself in your arms, going straight to your necklace to make it jiggle. You laughed as you held him properly, sniffing his little head and the soft strands of hair he had.

“He’s so big.” Jin turned to you and the baby in your arms, making cooing noises that made Sun laugh and wave your necklace around. “Oh, let’s be careful with that, hm?”

Jin pried the chubby hand away from your necklace and it wrapped around his finger instead. Sun didn’t make a move to go to Jin’s arms, but he didn’t let go of his finger either, which you knew warmed your boyfriend’s heart as much as it did yours.

“He still smells like Jungkook.” you chuckled, bouncing the baby in your arms the way you knew he liked. “And he looks a little like you.”

“I want one.” Jin all but groaned, tickling Sun’s sides to make him let out baby squeals.

“You can take that one, we’d appreciate the sleep and quiet.” Jin’s brother joked, receiving an elbow to the ribs from his wife.

“Do you need me to babysit him again?” you offered, following the parents to the couch. “You know I don’t mind.”

“Yes, please.” Seokjung sighed and you felt tired for him. “Especially when the new baby gets here.”

You froze.

Seokjin gasped.

The two of you turned to the older man and his beaming wife, none of you saying anything else. Your eyes dropped to the woman’s stomach as she held it, flattening the fabric of her flowy dress so you could see the bump she was carrying.

“You’re having another one?!” Seokjin was the one to break the silence, in a high pitched squeal that reminded you of Sun.

“Oh my god, congratulations!” you chirped, hugging the woman sideways and with one arm, as you held a squirmy baby with your other. “How far along are you?”

“Eighteen weeks.” Ahreum took Sun back from you and sat down, the pregnancy obviously making her more tired than usual.

“It’s another boy.” Seokjung was obviously proud about that.

“Of course it is, it’s a Kim.” the woman rolled her eyes as you sat down next to her.

Sun didn’t enjoy staying in one place for too long, squirming out of his mother’s grasp and rushing to his toy basket. Both you and Jin followed him with your eyes, laughing quietly as he dropped down to sit on his butt unceremoniously, pulling out whatever he could from the wicker basket.

“Wait, I thought that was just a running joke.” your attention was brought back to the adults as Jin took a hotteok with a napkin and gave it to you. “Do you really not have girls in your family?”

“Not if they came from the Kim lineage, no.” Jin explained and you wondered if they had documents with their family tree so you could take a look. “Ours will be the first.”

At that innocent comment, Ahreum started choking on the piece of bread she was munching on and her husband was wide eyed as he asked:

“Are you expecting, too?!”

“Oh, no, no!” you waved a hand in the air, turning to Jin to send him a pointed look. “I’m not pregnant! But the boys are certain we’re having a girl.”

“Ah, I was getting excited about being pregnant at the same time.” Ahreum laughed, covering her mouth with a napkin as she still coughed lightly. “I’m the first of my friends to be pregnant, so I thought it might be cool to share.”

“When I get pregnant I’ll make sure to let you know and maybe you can get the third one going, hm?” you offered, heart more than happy that the woman thought of you as a friend too.

“That’s not… No, please, no third.” Seokjung grimaced, making his wife roll her eyes at him yet again.

You wondered if after the first or second child, Jin would be as tired as his hyung and would stop insisting on having five kids. But then again, with six other dads to lose sleep, change diapers and help raise your children, you guessed things would get pretty balanced in your future.

Not that any of you was in much of a hurry at this point, there was a lot still to happen in your lives and careers for you to actually be ready for having kids. For now, basking in your nephew –or nephews– was more than enough.

The four of you ate the delicious breakfast made by Ahreum and you felt a little bad that the pregnant woman had to go through all that trouble, while running after a one year old. Next time, you’d make sure to bring food instead of making her work for it.

You were about to take a sip of your juice box when a tiny body threw himself on your lap, babbling and waving a blue and red fabric.

“Hi, Sun-ie.” you giggled at the chunky boy, small hands on your knees as he wiggled his body. “You want to put that on? Why don’t we ask uncle Jinnie?”

You could tell Seokjin was watching you with a fond smile, but there was a tiny pinch between his brows. Maybe hoping the toddler would give him more attention, or interact with him as much as he did with you.

At the mention of uncle Jinnie, Sun looked at the man next to you, pursed his lips and then opened his mouth to babble some more. The toddler turned around to point a round finger to the TV, where the music video for DNA now played in low volume.

“Yeah, that’s him.” you encouraged, helping Sun take tiny steps towards Jin, offering the uncle the light fabric he was holding in a tight grip.

Sun offered his arms to the man, who picked him up carefully to settle the baby over his legs. You helped take the blue fabric from the tiny hand and unfold it to its full length, realizing then that it was a miniature Superman cape.

“He’s obsessed with that thing.” Seokjung chuckled, fondness clear in his tired eyes as he watched his son and younger brother interact.

“Just like someone I know.” you smiled softly as you helped Jin stick the tiny cape to Sun’s clothes.

You couldn’t help but be reminded of when you and Jin went to Six Flags together, ages ago, before you even started dating, and the man bought the whole crew superhero capes much like this one. You remembered wearing yours all day, knowing it was still somewhere in your closet to this day.

“Apples and family trees?” Jin grinned, the tips of his ears growing red.

“Oppa, can you zip me up, please?” you were calling from the inside of your spacious closet, fixing the front of your dress in the mirror.

It was still very mind blowing to you how your wardrobe was filled with designer pieces, most –if not all– had been gifted to you from brands that hoped to make you into their ambassador one day, or those your lovers worked with. There was no shortage of Louis Vuitton bags or Celine clothes, and your jewelry box now had to be kept inside a safe, all thanks to Tiffany & Co.

Tonight you picked a Dior mini dress in smooth black velvet that was fitted on your torso with a sparkly belt. The skirt ended mid-thigh and your breasts were pushed up by the magic of couture tailoring. Around your neck and wrists, you added a diamond necklace and bracelets Jimin had gifted you to celebrate his partnership with Tiffany.

“Sweetheart, you’re stunning.” Jin was frozen by the door as you noticed his presence.

Turning to him, your own breath was caught in your throat as you took Kim Seokjin in in all of his glory. Your boyfriend was dressed in all black, from his fancy dress pants to his silk shirt inside a suit jacket. The shirt was unbuttoned enough for you to see his collarbones, the silver of his skin and the planes of his chest stretching the shirt were mouth watering.

“Are you sure you want to go out to dinner tonight?” you sighed, a little breathless, as you took the two steps to reach the handsome man. “We could stay and–”

“It was your idea, sweetheart.” Jin chuckled and touched the side of your face with a gentle hand, tipping your head back ever so slightly to brush his lips against yours. “Besides, I thought we weren’t allowed to touch you after the gang–”

“You,” you interrupted as one hand rested on his chest and the other held your dress against your chest to keep it from slipping to the floor. “Can always touch me, darling.”

“Is that so?” the man cocked an eyebrow as his head tipped slightly sideways, as if positioning his lips to kiss you.

“I know you’d be gentle.” you sighed. Oh how easy it would be to drop into a hazy space, knowing your oppa would take care of you.

After what happened last night, the not-so-family-friendly fun you had with your seven lovers, it was a miracle you were even standing up. You had to cover yourself almost all the way when visiting Jin’s family this morning, and you had to apply a lot more makeup to your neck and chest than to your face, just to get rid of the bruises your men left on your body.

Walking and sitting without wincing was also a challenge, but you’d risk it all if it meant you could have Seokjin one more time before he had to leave again.

“Turn around for me, sweetheart, hands on the counter.” Jin’s voice dropped an octave making you shiver and melt.

You did as he asked, turning to face the vanity counter behind you, placing both hands flat on the cold surface. You had to bend forward slightly in order to reach the counter, pushing your ass out as you watched through the mirror as Jin approached you from behind.

The man stood behind you, gluing his body against yours, hips pressing against your ass. Your jaw dropped as you felt him, even while soft. Your breathing grew heavy and slow as his fingers played with the naked skin of your back, your dress slipping slowly, breasts almost completely uncovered; which Jin noticed as he stared at your body through the reflection of the mirror.

“Such a beautiful girl.” Jin praised as he toyed with the delicate zipper of your dress, which rested in the low of your back. “And tonight you’re all mine, hm?”

“Yes, oppa.” you mewled softly, biting your bottom lip.

Jin pulled your zipper up, effectively tightening the dress on your chest and covering you, but he moved so slow and so sensually that it felt as though he was undressing you instead.

“Thank you, my love.” you sighed once more as the zipper was all the way up.

You were about to straighten up when Seokjin’s palm on your back pressed down to keep you in that position. Your brows furrowed as you met dark eyes in the mirror, air leaving your lungs at once as you watched the man you loved crouch down behind you.

You could only see his wide shoulders, losing all sight of him as your eyes fell shut when you felt warm hands on your legs.

“Spread for me, sweetheart.”

An easy command to follow as you raised on your toes to arch your back further, stepping a foot apart from the other to give Jin space to do whatever he wanted. He hummed with appreciation, lips meeting the back of your thigh on the spot just under the hem of your dress. His hands warmed your skin as he pressed his fingers up and down your thighs, heart on your throat as he slipped them under the velvet fabric of your dress.

Jin moved up and up, past the curves of your ass, to hook his fingers on the tiny waistband of your lacy underwear. The way he pulled them down was even slower than how he zipped up your dress, making you feel each scratch of the material against your skin.

Once the underwear rested around your ankles, Jin let go of it in order to push the skirt of your dress up your ass to bunch it around your hips.

“You’re still bruised, sweetheart.” he told you as the hint of concern was mixed in with his own arousal. “Pretty.”

“I can take it–”

You insisted, but lost all hope as Jin simply smacked a kiss on each ass cheek and pulled your dress back into place, covering your spanked ass. When he stood up again, towering over you, your heels touched the floor and you stepped out of your panties.

“Ready to go, sweetheart?” the man asked as if he hadn’t just taken your underwear off and left them discarded. “Our car is waiting.”

“Yeah– oh! Just one more thing!”

You walked out of the closet area, with Jin following you closely with curiosity. Opening the drawer of your nightstand, you picked up a jewelry box and got rid of the lid to pull out a ring.

You showed Jin the couple’s ring that belonged to him, matching yours and the six others. Because of the kind of work and training he did in the military, it was a safer option to leave the ring with you to avoid it getting lost. It made your heart squeeze uncomfortably, to know sooner or later that little purple box would be filled with rings.

“Can you wear it tonight?”

“Of course, baby.” he smiled, letting you take his hand in yours to slip the ring on his finger. “I can’t wait for the day I never have to take it off again.”

It was definitely a weird feeling to be walking around with no underwear on, in such a tiny dress. Especially as photographers had apparently been tipped off and were waiting by the door of the restaurant you had reservations at tonight, hoping to catch pictures of the idol during his military leave, and you.

Jin’s hand was at the small of your back as he guided you past them, the flashing lights of the cameras no longer bothering either of you as you entered the cozy, yet lavish building.

Otsu Seiromushi had just opened a few months ago, but this was your first time actually visiting it. The restaurant belonged to Jin’s brother, and your lover was the head director of the business; having been one of the first investors of the family run establishment.

Its interior was clean and despite being small in comparison to Seokjin’s other restaurants, it was warm and inviting; charming decor, with beige walls, gray tiled floors and wooden touches.

The two of you were met at the door by the manager of the place, as Seokjung was yet to arrive, and led to a private room where you could dine without the worry of being spied on.

The room itself was slightly small, just a two-seater table in the middle of four thin walls and a bamboo sliding door. Next to the main table was a smaller one with a cooktop where the food would be cooked, depending on which dish you ordered.

Seokjin pulled the chair for you to sit, like the gentleman that he was, and took the only other seat in front of you.

“You can order through your phones or just press that button and your server will be right with you.” the manager spoke above the noise of the restaurant outside and bowed before leaving. “Enjoy your evening!”

The man left the two of you alone and as soon as the door was closed behind him, you and Jin were engulfed into the quietude of the private room. It was easy to smile as you watched your lover take off his jacket and drape it on the back of his hair; the buttons on his shirt screaming for help with each movement he made.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” Jin asked as his eyes found your grin.

“I really like that shirt on you.” you told him as you rested an elbow on the table and your chin on your hand; head tilted as you ogled his thick chest.

“Is it the shirt you like, or the muscles?” he teased, pulling the phone from his pocket and scanning the cote to access the online menu.

“I think it’s the man inside it.” you offered him a grin, pushing your hair off your shoulders with your free hand, nothing but the diamond necklace on your upper body.

Jin chuckled, not really believing your words as he got sidetracked by your strapless dress. Shaking his head, he pulled his focus back to his phone to order drinks and decide on what to eat. Distractedly scrolling, he said:

“If it stays this bad, I’ll have to join the members at the gym even after my serving time is over.” lifting his eyes back to you, Jin asked: “Are you okay with makgeolli?”

“Yes.” you nodded, sitting back against your chair, looking around the space as you added: “Thankfully we’re building a home gym. But I don’t know how I feel about you permanently joining the buff line.”

“Buff line?” one of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised as he finished placing the order and rested the phone at the corner of the table.

“Mhm. That’s what ARMY calls the Joon, Kook and Yoongi subunit.” you explained with a shake of your head. “But you’re an honorary member now.”

“Yoongi-ah too?!” Seokjin placed his hand in front of him, arm resting against the table with his palm up, offering it to you.

“Haven’t you noticed how big he is?” you placed your palm on top of his, delicate and long fingers closing in on your smaller hand, thumb rubbing your skin. “I saw you looking at him last night.”

“I think we were all looking at each other last night, sweetheart.” the chuckle that escaped him was slightly embarrassed, cheeks turning pink as he avoided your eyes.

“I definitely was.”

Your smile was sly as you winked at him, making Seokjin fluster further. Any comment he might have died on his tongue as the bamboo door was pushed open slowly for the waitress to walk in with the bottle of rice wine and two small bowl shaped cups.

Neither of you moved your hands away, fingers still holding onto each other as the woman served the glasses and Seokjin asked her to leave the bottle at the table. You didn’t think you’d get drunk tonight by any means, but you both enjoyed a good light buzz every now and then.

“To us.” Seokjin proposed as he lifted his small glass with his free hand and you did the same.

“To us.” you parroted with a surprisingly shy smile, clinking your glass against his before bringing it to your lips for a sip.

The cold drink went down smoothly and you were so used to alcohol at this point, after the many lessons on whiskey Yoongi had given you, that your flinching was minimal. Seokjin placed his glass on the table and lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a plush and pillowy mouth to your skin, hooded eyes never leaving yours.

“God, I cannot be more in love with you.” you couldn’t keep up with the heat of his stare, squirming a little on your seat and being reminded that you were very much naked from the waist down.

“Just try.” he smiled, dragging his teeth lightly against your hand.

“I love you, oppa.” you declared with pink cheeks. “Thank you for coming and surprising me. Thank you for the flowers you send every month.”

“I’d send them everyday if you had enough space to store them.” Jin admitted and lowered your hand again, without letting go of it.

“Maybe we can plant the same kinds of flowers in our garden in our home?” you offered, but something about it made his eyes grow a little sad.

“That would just be a reminder of everything that I missed.” Jin spoke so softly you almost missed it, watching him pick up his glass one more and finish it off.

Seokjin had to let go of your hand in order to take the makgeolli bottle and serve himself another glass, filling your cup as well. You couldn’t help but feel the slight change in mood, read the heaviness on his shoulders.

Before you could speak what was on your mind, the waitress came back once more to serve the food Seokjin had ordered. For a few minutes you were distracted by the colors of the Seiro Mushi, the signature dish of the restaurant: a Japanese method of steam cooking in a bamboo tray. The cuts of pork neck and hanwoo sirloin were served with pumpkin, mushroom, bok choy, cabbage and green onions.

Once you were alone again, you both picked up your chopsticks and started to fill your plates with food. Jin still picked the juiciest pieces of meat and placed them in front of you, just like he always did. It made you happy to know some things never changed.

“Oppa,” you called to him softly after swallowing a mouthful of pork. He looked at you and you carried on: “Are you alright?”

“Hm? I'm here with you.” he nodded, clearing his throat with a sip of the wine. “Why wouldn't I be?”

“You know you don't have to tell me if you're uncomfortable or if you don't want me to pry. I know you have a lot on your mind, things I will never understand…” you trailed off, knowing you didn’t have to mention the pressure he was under from being in such a high position at the army, having the country with their eyes on him, many wondering if he'll fail, being away from home; away from you and his members. “But I am here for you. Whatever you need. Always.”

Seokjin let your words sink in, filling his mouth with vegetables as he chewed slowly. You didn’t push him, but you knew he was thinking about it, about what he was ready to admit, and what he’d rather keep to himself.

“I guess it's easier to pretend life stopped when I can’t see it moving.” he finally broke the silence and your heart broke a little with it. “It was weird to see how much Sun grew. How much of his little life I already missed. How much I'll miss of the new baby's life too.”

Your oldest boyfriend was a family man through and through. You knew it bothered him when little Sun didn’t exactly remember him this morning, how it took him a little while to warm up to Jin. And now you had a new nephew on the way, and Jin would definitely miss his birth and the first few months of his life. Those were things he would never get back.

There were many other things he wouldn’t get to experience, too.

“I'm so very sorry, my love.” you spoke honestly, full of sorrow.

“I know life goes on. Just because I'm not here to see it, doesn't mean everyone should stop too, that would be too selfish of me to expect such a thing.” Jin spoke his mind, bringing a piece of meat to your lips and then continuing once satisfied you were eating well: “But it's not just Sun, you know? I feel like I'm missing out on so much. Yoongi-ah's tour, Jimin's number one on Billboard. I'll miss Minsuk's birthday the BTS ten year anniversary. Hell, I'll miss our anniversary in a few days.”

“Do you regret it? Retracting the request for more time?” you asked what had been on your mind for a while.

By joining the military at the end of last year, Seokjin took his fate into his own hands instead of waiting for the government to decide when his deadline would be. You were extremely proud of him for it, still were to this day. But you wondered if he regretted leaving so soon.

“I don't know. I know Hobah is about to enlist too, but I'm still the only one.” he sighed heavily, tiredly. “I'm the only one without you.”

You had to swallow the lump in your throat, pushing it down with a sip of the rice wine before you could tell him:

“You're not going to miss everything. You'll be here for the important things.” you reached for his hand on top of the table again, linking your fingers together. “Sun's first heartbreak, baby number two’s scraped knees from learning to ride a bike. Minsuk’s school graduation. You'll be here for your brothers, too. They all know the sacrifices you're making. The boys all look up to you.”

“And you?”

“I-” the lump on your throat was back and this time it was accompanied by tears you refused to let ruin your makeup. “I miss you like hell. Everyday. There's not a single minute I don't wish to have you back.”

“I'm sorry, sweetheart.” it was his turn to apologize, even though it wasn’t his fault.

You shook your head to send away the pesky tears, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Forcing a smile onto your lips, you continued:

“You wanna know what I hold on to?” a rhetorical question, but he still nodded. In that slow-blink way that still limited your knees to this day. “You'll be the first to come back to me.”

“Guess I will.” his chuckle was a lot lighter than before, the small, sparkling light at the end of the tunnel.

“Our house will be done and ready by then.” you carried on, your own shoulders lightening up, your heart filled with hope. “I talked to the others and they agreed about this already. I want us to move in together, oppa.”

“Just us?” dark, gorgeous eyes shone in the lights of your small private room, clearly surprised about your offer.

“Mhmm. While we wait for the others.” you nodded, voice taking a dreamy tilt as you added: “It will be nice, won’t it? It's going to feel like we're married already.”

“Do we get to sleep in the same bed?”

You giggled as you nodded again.

While putting together the blueprint of your new build with the team of architects and engineers that would build it, all seven of you decided to have your own rooms. When being in a relationship with so many people involved, it was easy to forget to take time for yourself. So it felt like the right thing to have your own room, even when you were married and living together.

You were sure you could jump from bed to bed as you felt like it, and the boys would invite themselves to sleep in your room, too. But it was also nice to know you would all have your own little corners whenever you needed some quiet or individual time.

It didn’t mean you didn’t appreciate your time together, you craved it more than anything. But keeping your individuality was also important for all of you.

But as Jin asked if you could sleep in the same bed, when it was just the two of you in the enormous house, when you knew you’d be without him for eighteen months at that point, it was easy to agree.

“Of course, darling.” you told him with a smile that made your cheeks rise. “We get to cook together every lunch. Sit out in the porch and watch our million dogs run around–”

Jin’s signature laugh interrupted you and he said: “We will have so many dogs, oh my god.”

“You can make love to me every night, too.” you told him with nonchalance, stretching your leg to rub your foot against the inside of his calf. “No need to share me with anyone else.”

“Sweetheart.” his voice dropped as if a switch had been flicked, laugh leaving him as his teeth sunk in on his bottom lip. You watched the plump flesh drag and wobble free. “You shouldn’t start with me right now.”

“Or what, oppa?” you challenged, raising your foot a little higher, pressing to the inside of his knee. “You took my panties off already… Was it not to take advantage of it?”

You were bluffing.

You didn’t think Seokjin rid you of your panties to actually do anything about it. Maybe you could fool around in the back of the car on the drive home, God knows he heard of your adventures with Jimin. But you doubted he’d start anything in the middle of his brother’s restaurant.

But then his chair was scraping back against the marble tiles, making your leg drop down as your heel hit the floor. Your hands held onto the wooden arms of your chair as your breathing picked up and Seokjin moved.

Against all odds, he slipped to the floor, disappearing from your view and ducking under the table, only showing up again on your side of the table. He was on his knees, hands on your legs as he looked at you with challenging eyes.

“What are you doing–” you swallowed dryly, eyes wide as you looked at the unlocked door of the private room.

“Taking advantage of it.” he told you with a wink and all missing was a flying kiss. “Mind if I have my dessert now, sweetheart?”

No? Yes? Maybe.

Before the little voice inside your brain could tell you how much of a bad idea this actually was, your soaring heart and the excitement coursing through your veins made you scoot closer to your lover, ass almost hanging from the edge of your seat. Shamelessly, you spread your legs and watched as Jin’s eyes moved from your face, to the space between your legs.

“Can you be oppa’s good little girl and keep quiet?” his voice was sweet and melodious, contrasting to the squeeze of his hands on your thighs as he positioned you how he wanted.

“We’ll see–” you breathed in sharply, knuckles turning pale as you held onto the arms of the chair.

“That’s not good enough, sweetheart.” Jin moved closer, lips dragging against the inside of your thigh as his torturous eyes looked up into your soul. “I know you make the sweetest sounds when you cum, but that’s for me and my brothers to hear. Not the whole restaurant.”

“I’ll be good, oppa, please.” you whined in the smallest voice you could muster. “Miss your mouth so much.”

“Mhm, and I miss this little pussy.” he agreed, using a long finger to part your folds, dipping between them to feel your warmth. “Always so wet for me. So sensitive, too.”

You hadn’t quite recovered from last night just yet, so even with the tiniest touches of Seokjin’s finger, you felt yourself tremble and shake with the little shocks of pleasure that ran through you. When his hands slipped under your legs, moving one of them to hoist it and place it over the arm of your chair, spreading you wider for him, you bit your bottom lip to stop a sneaky moan from bubbling out of your throat.

It was a good thing your future brother in law owned the restaurant, it would make it easier to buy the silence of the employees, should you need to. And when Jin’s mouth finally touched your cunt, you were sure you would need to. His lips parted so his tongue could push between your folds, a slow lapping as he moved up and down, exploring you as if it was the first time; as if he missed it.

Your head fell back as your eyes closed, lips parting as you started panting when his skilled tongue drew slow circles around your clit. One of your hands went to the back of his head, short hair smooth and soft against your palm. Not enough for you to pull, but just right for you to run your nails against his scalp, encouraging him to lick and suck you harder.

“Fuck, oppa–” you crooned quietly as pouty lips closed around your bundle of nerves sucking it softly into his mouth.

Jin rubbed his tongue on your clit, going from dragging circles to flicking it up and down side to side, while one of his fingers probed and gently sunk into your hole. You gasped in pleasure, pushing his head closer to you, resulting in his whole mouth working you into oblivion.

“So fucking tight, squeezing oppa’s finger.” he praised, voice muffled by your pussy. “Suck me in, baby, go on–”

You moaned slightly louder than you intended, clenching and flexing your lower muscles, sucking Seokjin’s finger into your pussy as his full lips moved over you; tongue licking you up and down, slurping on your dripping arousal.

You were so close already it was a little embarrassing; the thrill of doing something in a public place, alongside the fact you really did miss Seokjin’s perfect lips so much getting you closer and closer to the edge.

“More, oppa–” you whined, swiveling your hips just once to rub yourself against his mouth and regretting it instantly.

Not only did it push his finger deeper into your wet cunt, it also made your all almost hand completely off the edge of the chair, forcing the starved man between your legs to hold your ass with a firm hand. You winced from the pain of your sore cheek, but it turned into hot pleasure as Seokjin pushed a second finger into you, stretching your walls around both digits.

“Fuck, right there–” you groaned, biting your bottom lip when the shoving of his fingers became harsher, perfectly crooked to hit your sweet spot.

You were seeing stars behind your lids, opening your eyes to look down and see your lover staring back at you with pure, primal hunger. The intensity of Seokjin’s gaze made you clench harder around his fingers, your own pleasure obvious on your face spurred him on into finger fucking you harder.

If your moans didn’t alert people outside of what was happening in your private room, the squelching of your pussy might. Jin’s expensive watch was jiggling around his wrist as he pulled and pushed his fingers deeper and faster, in and out of you in a pace that was too much for you to handle.

“Gonna cum, oppa–!” you cried out as your lower stomach tensed and your legs threatened to close.

“Cream on oppa’s tongue, sweetheart.” his voice was raspy and low, permission so sweet it made your eyes roll back. “Nuh uh, look at me when you cum.”

Jin started to slow down, so your eyes shot open and you looked at him again; all it took for him to start fucking you at that same punishing pace as before. It was with the skilled flick of his wrist and the rubbing of the rough patch inside your walls, paired with the constant slow swirling of his tongue on your clit that made the rope snap.

Your orgasm hit you in delicious waves, dragging you deeper into an ocean of pleasure that made you want to drown forever. Your hand covered your lips to muffle your whimpers as you shook with the delicious feeling of a blissful release. Seokjin licked you slowly as his fingers only rubbed your g-spot in small caresses, avoiding driving you into higher sensitivity, but making you land back down to earth in gentleness.

When you were done trembling, Jin’s lips soothing you by kissing the inside of your thighs, you placed both feet on the floor to drag your chair back. It made his fingers slip out of you and you winced, but the desperation to pull him from under the table and closer to you was more painful than the sudden emptiness.

Seokjin raised himself on his knees between your legs, reading the neediness in your eyes and holding your face with his clean hand. His tongue pushed into your parted lips, flicking and rolling it over yours, letting you explore his mouth as you tasted yourself so heavily; only hints of the makgeolli left behind.

The kiss didn’t last long, as you were too breathless to keep up with it, foreheads resting against each other as you felt your heart threatening to explode. You felt a gentle, wet touch on your bottom lips, relaxing your jaw to open your mouth wider and let Jin slip his coated fingers into your mouth.

You moaned around the digits, sucking and licking them clean, pushing your head forward to drag them on your tongue all the way to the back of your throat.

“Fuck, sweetheart, now I’m the one who can’t love you more…” Jin sounded and looked dazed, hypnotized by the bobbing of your head as you sucked on his fingers, wishing it was his thick cock instead.

When you pulled off, Jin’s digits were wetter than before, a string of spit connecting them to your bitten lips. Your voice was weak as you said:

“I was wrong before.” you sighed, holding onto his neck to take his bottom lip into your mouth. After sucking it slowly, you continued: “I love you more and more everyday, oppa.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” he beamed, despite how fucked up he looked.

“Good. Now let's finish dinner so we can go, yeah?” you closed your legs, rubbing your thighs together. “Wanna suck you off in the car on the ride home.”