Handshakes of a Lifetime

Handshakes of a Lifetime - Chapter 4

BTS soulmate AU. OT7 x reader / Jin x Reader focused in this chapter.

Trigger Warnings: death, allusion to suicide kind of, natural disaster, sex with Jin, multiple orgasms, kinky feet things briefly, a warning since I know some people find feet gross, but we love a man who can worship even your toes :). ANGST it was pretty traumatizing in my dream but I tried to spare you, and I added a bunch of fluff, which I don't know if that made things just more sad D:

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Jin waits for you to move in front of him. Jin has kept half his attention on you from the first moment you entered. You looked so familiar he wondered if you had been at a previous fanmeet, trying to rack his mind on something you might have done to make your face so memorable to him. And then he watched as you jolted away from Jungkook and the subsequent odd reactions you had with his bandmates and now he didn't know what to think. You looked like a frightened deer, he thought, and that's the last thing he wanted one of his fans to feel.

"Hi, I'm Jin." He tries to think of easy English phrases to say to you. "Nice to meet you. Are you okay?"

You pull yourself away from your thoughts at his sweet attempt at conversation, giving your full attention to the devastatingly handsome idol in front of you. 'Okay, it's now or never,' you think. You know the boys have probably heard it all before, but you needed them to hear it from you too. You take a deep breath and speak in your rehearsed Korean.

"I'm happy...I'm so happy to meet you. I'm a big fan of your music, your songs-your lyrics helped me in so many ways to become who I am today. Being your fan has made my life better; I'm a better person. I want to say thank you."

Your words were basic and accented, but seeing the way Jin smiles so sweetly at you, you're thankful for all the hours you spent teaching yourself Korean. Months of studying amount to a few moments of shaky Korean, but seeing the happy surprise on his face makes it all worth it. You don't know it, but your speech gained the attention of all the boys.

"Tssk, you're Korean is very good!" Jin says in English. Pride swells inside you. You think you finally have gotten control of the situation, you're starting to feel more like yourself.

"What's your name?" Jin asks, as he extends his hand.

"Y/n!" You answer, and you extend yours as well.

It comes back, that vertigo, pulling at you. But this time, you're not drowning, you're floating. Floating away from everything and everyone but the singer who becomes your only warmth in the cold nothingness that consumes you both.

You and Jin are hand-in-hand. Jin stands on the edge of a cliff. You stand next to him, fingers intertwined. You grab his hand tighter as cold rain slaps you in the face. Atop the cliff, you both face your reality: the world is harsh and unforgiving. Strong winds shriek in your ears as gusts pummel your bodies. Searing fear courses through your veins, twists around your muscles, leaving you immobile; horror struck at what you see.

"I love you!" Jin screams at the world. He doesn't look at you, he can't, instead he watches the chaos unfold below him.

You turn to the man you'd die for and scream over the rumbling mayhem looming ahead, "I love you!"

You float aimlessly atop the sea, enjoying the calmness of the still ocean. Sunlight warms your face, and seawater hugs your body like a blanket. The only sounds you hear are the ripples you create as you lazily move your hands and feet to keep afloat. You feel weightless, and free, like one of the birds you watch fly overhead.

You smile, feeling the water flow between your fingers. You try to memorize every tiny detail, unsure when you'll be able to visit this paradise again: the way the sea sparkles like tiny diamonds under the sunlight, the lush green mountains in your peripheral, the wet ringlets of Jin's hair as he bobs through the water, the way his arm muscles flex as he gathers water behind the force of his palm and, wait a minute-