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Kim Seokjin was four when a boy told him he wanted to marry Seokjin.
It was for an event where toddlers get assigned as couples, roleplaying marriage ceremonies along with a parent beside them. It's some sort of a weird child-parent bonding activity. (Seokjin doesn't get the point either.)
So as it happens, one boy asks if he could choose Seokjin as his bride because he likes him the most. Seokjin remembers how the adults laughed at that and the embarrassment he had gone through but the boy's shy smile made it bearable.
The one thing he hates most (or maybe the only thing) is that his mother wouldn't let it go. She'd bring it up whenever she could, whether in the house or not.
He's not sure if she was being proud of him or maybe because it's the biggest highlight that ever happened to him. Anyway, he knows his mother is nosy so he doesn't really think about it.
Or maybe at some point of his life, he does.
He was six when they met again. His family and the boy's were shopping at the same grocery store. He doesn't remember quite well but he recalls the name Yoongi. And he remembers that he had fun with him by the swing, held hands with the little boy beside him, shared jellies that they had begged for.
Seokjin remembers Yoongi as a very squishy and squeaky child. He was so cute. He warrants it's the most fun he had his entire life. And if he could, he wanted to keep Yoongi in his pocket forever.
"Will you keep holding my hand, Yoongi?"
He loves it most when Yoongi's face breaks into a smile, small teeth showing so cutely. Never knew he could feel sweetness.
"Yoongi will." Yoongi giddily laughs as he swings his arms in time with his feet. Seokjin giggles back.
Seokjin also knows Yoongi was very fond of hugging him. Whenever they'd meet again, usually at grocery time, Yoongi would launch himself towards Seokjin. He happily accepts him in a hug as well.
But as time goes by, touchy Yoongi gets less and less.
It was another day. They'd meet again but this time Yoongi didn't run for a hug. Still, there's that giddiness on his face as he waves at Seokjin, screaming, " Hyung! "
Seokjin doesn't really mind it but sometimes he misses Yoongi's hugs. He couldn't bring himself to initiate one so he just waits until, maybe, Yoongi would want to.
He just didn't know he'd do it on the day they were moving away.
"I'll miss you, hyung." Yoongi hugs him tightly and Seokjin does the same. It was early in the morning but people were already pooling in the station.
"I'll miss you too." Seokjin replies, unwilling to let Yoongi go.
"Dad says we might come visit from time to time though." Yoongi softly giggles which in turn, makes Seokjin smile. Yoongi wiggles out of his arms.
"I'll wait for you then."
He sees them get on the train, sees the doors closing. Yoongi is waving at him and then it moves- and that was it. Yoongi is no longer in his vision.
Seokjin sometimes finds himself back at Yoongi's house, looking, searching for signs if they had come back. But to no avail, the house stills, empty.
A year later and Seokjin walks home taking a long route. It's almost every day he does this as he could pass Yoongi's previous home. To his surprise, he finds loads of boxes out front and some other things. It looks like someone's moving in- or moving back .
Seokjin quickly bounds to the front door and frantically knocks. There's a sound of unlocking, Seokjin's eager as the door gently opens.
"Yoo-"
He stops as he sees another man, a stranger, open the door. He looks confused as Seokjin is. "Yes?"
"Oh, is… is Yoongi home, sir?" Seokjin fidgets with the strap of his backpack, trying to peek inside the house.
"I'm sorry I don't know any Yoongi." The stranger smiles apologetically.
Seokjin dips his head in a bow, hiding his flustered state. "Sorry, my mistake." He quickly runs away then, hoping the stranger forgets about it. And him too.
Yoongi is... He's not coming back. It hurts for Seokjin to admit it but sometimes, you just have to accept the facts. (At least that's what he hears his father say most of the time.) He doesn't know how to get to him and yeah, Yoongi's probably far, far away now.
But he still holds on to that little hope where, maybe someday, they'd meet again and Yoongi would still wear that smile every time they see each other again.
--
Nineteen aggravating, long years of studying and trying to cope with his father's company (which he actually does successfully) as an intern- well, his father's intern to be exact, made Seokjin forget (almost) all about Yoongi.
Well, it's been such a long time and he's busied himself throughout the years. He has met more people than before. So it's safe to say that yes, maybe he does no longer hold on to that little hope he had.
But of course, that had to be corrected on one dinner night.
They dined out in celebration to Seokjin's promotion from probationary to an actual co-ceo (which isn't really surprising) but what Seokjin didn't expect is for his mother to chime about that childhood incident again.
"Remember that boy who wanted to marry you?" She's obviously tipsy from the wine but Seokjin just lets it be. He wasn't angry or bitter just... indifferent.
"Fun times." He didn't mean to sound so nonchalant but really, that was a long time ago.
"Sorry, I just couldn't believe it." His mother waves it off, laughing, but Seokjin believes her tone is sad. "He was so brave."
Somehow, Seokjin now understands why his mother keeps mentioning it.
At that, Seokjin's father clears his throat. Ends the dinner with a toast for his son. "To Kim Seokjin."
He finds himself playing along.
--
gloss ✩
you free tonight?
received, 20:08
you
sure, wear that thing i bought you
sent, 20:08
gloss ✩
okay :) im coming over
received, 20:09
Gloss is one special person he met in a club three years ago.
Their relationship didn't start at such but as they continue to see each other, yearn for further intimate touch, they reach a compromise.
Seokjin wanted to spoil and Gloss wanted to be spoiled so it wasn't that hard to connect the dots all together.
It's more of a business relationship or a friend with benefits kind of thing. And it's not a lie that Gloss had helped him in countless ways and not just the sex but as a friend too, a genuine one, but like, with an alias.
They both have aliases. Jin and Gloss. They weren't really sure what they were trying to protect but they both agreed that it's better that way.
Like if you were to keep a kitten, you name them but if you don't…
It's something like that.
Their relationship isn't ending anytime soon but Seokjin knows it'll ultimately do.
"What's wrong?" Gloss asks, changing his position on Seokjin's bed, now lying on his side, accentuating his hips and legs and oh god, Seokjin really deserves a pat on the back. The black lace compliments Gloss' features real good. "Not pretty enough?"
"You're always pretty." Seokjin joins him, his hand freely caressing Gloss' thigh, moving upward to his soft, plump ass.
"Mm, are you thinking about him?"
Seokjin mentally groans and regrets he ever mentioned Yoongi- well, he didn't exactly mention his name but Gloss just won't stop teasing him about it.
"I think I have a child crush."
Gloss had never looked so mortified. "Ew."
"Not like- no, what the hell? I meant my childhood friend. I think I can't let go of him."
He snorts. "Sounds like a first love."
"I wasn't-" Seokjin sighs at Gloss' smug look. Since when was he so transparent with him. "Okay, maybe a bit."
"We can just talk about it."
"You can't say that while you're all" Seokjin squeezes hard, causing Gloss to groan. Then a loud smack comes after, Gloss gasping as it stings. "... dressed like this."
Seokjin loves how Gloss easily turns from a cheeky brat to a desperate mess who can't wait to have a cock in them under his care. He loves the curve of his ass, the arch of his back and the moans that spills from his pretty mouth as he fucks him open, dearly.
"Such a slut for pain, yeah?" He rubs the blooming red, caressing it before adding another one. The slap combined with Gloss moaning pours heat in his guts. Gloss is panting, pretty, pretty spit-slicked lips, looking sinful as ever as he tries to rub his own hardening cock on his legs, looking straight at Seokjin with hooded eyes.
"Tsk, tsk. You can't do that baby." Seokjin pulls Gloss' legs, disorienting him at the sudden action. Gloss makes a muffled sound of shock as he now lies on his chest but complies as Seokjin positions him as he'd like.
Seokjin bends his legs with Gloss pliantly arching his back. Gloss' ass is now high up in the air, legs spread apart enough for his cock not to touch anything. Seokjin marvels at the sight.
"You look so good. Such a sight." Each compliment gets served with a hard hit. Gloss keens at every spank, every sting that ignites his now leaking cock. "Fuck, even your cute cock is as pink as your ass."
"Hyung , ah." Gloss moans through the fabric, shuddering as he takes more hits. "More, more please ."
"Such a perfect whore." Seokjin rubs Gloss' ass once more, spreading his cheeks to be welcomed by a familiar, tight vortex of pleasure. He can't wait to ruin it. He hits him again, loves it when Gloss' ass jiggle at every hit.
Gloss whines and asks to be touched, Seokjin answers by his hands massaging and roaming around Gloss' hips, his waist, his stomach, thighs- straying from where he wants to be touched.
"Please, hyung ." Gloss' voice is wrecked and Seokjin knows he's enjoying it.
He warms lube on a digit, carefully slipping it in as he caresses Gloss' sore bottom.
Gloss sighs out a moan, rutting his hips as to get more touch. Seokjin clicks his tongue in response then hits him again, harder, ceasing Gloss' movements. "Be patient."
Both of them are sweaty, the air smelling of musk and sex (even if they haven't actually started yet) and especially Gloss who'd soak his sweat into the mattress, panting heavily.
Seokjin presses another digit and takes his time to scissor that is to Gloss' dismay. "Hyung, hyung , hurry."
"You really want my cock so bad, hm?" Seokjin adds another finger and teasingly probes near Gloss' bundle of nerves.
He sobs, high and needy. "Please, give, ah-"
Seokjin finger fucks him slow and deep but strays from his prostate intentionally. Gloss takes it upon himself to move, his ass swallowing what he could get.
It starts to feel good then, Seokjin's palm pressing on Gloss' balls and his fingers dipping in and out and he almost-
Seokjin pulls his fingers out as Gloss whines out loud. “Oh, fuck you , hyung.”
Seokjin laughs, hovers over Gloss as he kisses his pout away. “Thought you wanted my cock.”
Gloss’ face is back on the bed again but Seokjin never missed the way he flushed pink. Gloss is really just pink everywhere. So pretty.
He wonders how Yoongi have grown.
He throws the thought away, focusing merely on Gloss. Gloss who’s so pretty, so nice- so kind, just fucking lovely and he wonders what are the odds of them meeting.
He carefully lines himself at Gloss’ entrance. Both groaning in pleasure as he bottoms out. Gloss whimpers under him as Seokjin experimentally grinds slowly. Fuck, he's always so perfect, so tight.
What else could he ever ask for.
He doesn't start a pace, just carefully digging his cock deeper, Gloss' with his high moans and trembling knees. "Ah, fuck , please-"
Seokjin starts a rough, hard thrust. Gloss chokes on his moan. "Is that good?" Seokjin parts his ass, loving the sight of Gloss swallowing him up perfectly.
"Ye- ah !" Gloss cries loud, as always, as Seokjin rams in, hard and fast. The lewd squelching of lube and skin slapping echo in the room along with their groans and moans.
Seokjin pulls Gloss' hips closer, hand roaming towards a nipple, rubbing it tenderly before tugging harshly.
Gloss' cries are muffled in the sheets. Seokjin slows a bit and repositions himself properly. He tugs Gloss' hair, pulling and Gloss responds with a lewd moan. Seokjin chuckles breathlessly as he pounds back hard again. Gloss is clenching on him so hard, he knows he's close.
Looking at Gloss lithe, withering figure, he wonders if Yoo- No .
Yoongi isn’t even here- for years now. He doesn’t know what he’s like anymore. If he still loves hugs, if he still likes him, if they’re still friends-
He’s interrupted by Gloss’ gasping, high pitched whines as he claws the sheets with Seokjin's relentless pace. He fucks him hard, fast and sometimes, guiltily as he imagines Yoongi- what if Yoongi- but he can’t find a face, just Gloss and it’s inappropriate . He shouldn’t do that.
“I’m gonna- ah , cum, hyung-ah!”
And he gets off like that, pounding his cock deep inside Gloss’ ass, riding out his high, with Yoongi in his mind.
It’s dawn and he wakes up seconds before Gloss does.
Gloss stirs awake and he wouldn't have known that until the unexpected boop on his nose. Seokjin stays still, pretending to be asleep. “You’re so cute.” He drawls, sleep evident in his tone.
He only feels warm, warm, warm from the tip of Gloss' finger, the touch of their shoulders, legs entwined in some sort. There's also silence, silence he usually liked whenever they cuddle. But now, as he hears Gloss' stuttered breaths and then comes an almost sigh- somewhat like, he’s hesitating to say something-, anxiety curls in his stomach. Why does it scare him-
"You…"
What he feels though is Gloss’ soft hand combing through his hair. He wants to touch his hand. Keep him there forever.
“Ah, you're too good for my own keeping." Gloss sighs out in remorse- well, Seokjin thinks it to be likely.
He sounded as if he was letting go. Of what?
He hopes it wasn't the case. Whatever it was.
Seokjin knows there should be more to that and he should've said something, anything. Maybe even a greeting. But he lays still, trying to even his breathing.
And it's not because he doesn't like Gloss. Heck, he loves him so, so much. He wants to caress him and tell him he's good enough and it wasn't him, at all. It was Seokjin and his greed for love-
It's so stupid. Gloss has been there for him, always, at the right time and yet, Yoongi's still in his mind. After all these years, he still waits for him. Holding on to that childish promise. Seokjin wants him to come back.
But Gloss-
But he loves Gloss now, there’s no denying that. It’s just- he needed closure, maybe. It’s weird as fuck, but Seokjin needs to know. Is there ever a chance? But it’s been years now, he knows and he’s just repeating himself.
Maybe he's just missing him.
Seokjin feels Gloss leave but he couldn't find it in him to tell him- tell him to stay .
There's the sound of clothes ruffling, small steps and the door- and he's gone. Well, not forever but-
Seokjin wants to scream at himself. He needs to let him go.
--
Seokjin sits with investors at his table. Others were lining up outside his office, eager to have their turn. He talks with them, argues if needed, but always ends in agreement or maybe a compromise whichever is better. But as one walks out, another comes in. And it’s just rinse and repeat.
Seokjin mentally wants to scream because why, oh, why was he so busy today. He can’t even enjoy his morning coffee.
Then, he laughs. Gloss hates lukewarm coffee.
"It's abandoned, sad and lonely ."
"It's a thing. They can't have feelings."
"Is toy story a joke to you?"
"That's a cartoon, Gloss."
The investor clears his throat upon seeing Seokjin, both greeting each other as they make eye contact. It’s all fake-assery, sugar-coated bullshit wrapped in chivalry, really.
But a job is a job.
His phone chimes.
gloss ✩
hyung did you just
omg
received, 11:01
you
who else would?
sent, 11:03
gloss ✩
how did u know i wanted that
received, 11:05
you
I have my ways ;)
sent, 11:05
gloss ✩
u peeked at my phone didnt u :T
whatever ur forgiven
received, 11:05
you
is this how u show gratitude?
sent, 11:06
gloss ✩
my gratitude will come later ok? ;]
received, 11:05
"Excuse me?" The investor clears his throat the second time
"Sorry, yes, we do have other-"
His phone rings this time, which was weird since Gloss doesn't really do calls. Then he recognizes the ring tone- it’s his other phone.
Oh .
His mother's name flashes on the screen.
"Pardon me, I really have to take this." The investor's clearly unhappy but his mother doesn't usually call unless it's important. He hopes it's not an emergency.
"Seokjin-ah! You won't believe who I ran into at the mall!"
Seokjin sighs, confused. "You called for this?"
"You sound disappointed ." She laughs. "Anyway, before you end this call, I ran into that boy's mother again! You know? The one who wanted to marry you."
“What?”
“I said I’ve met his mother again- I believe his name is Yoongi?”
“No, I mean, yeah, and?”
“She wants us to meet. I told her you missed Yoongi so much. Haha.”
“Yeah, ha ha, real funny.”
“Don’t talk to your mother that way.”
“Sorry, just.” Seokjin feels clammy, nervous and he’s pacing right in front of his office. The staff stares at him worriedly. “When?”
“Lunch, tomorrow. At Mi Casa cafe. See you there!” And the line cuts.
Seokjin takes his time to breathe. He’ll be seeing him. Oh my god . Tomorrow.