rent a boyfriend: laws of love|bts x you

007

nothing very imporant was said over the next few minutes, more-so quick recaps of life and what everyone was doing. hoseok had been taking care of your pet turtle franklin while yoongi was away and most of the boys were either on their paid breaks from rent-a-boyfriend, or had decided to expand into different careers.

but most importantly everyone seemed happy and was glad just to be together again, something you never would've thought was possible a year ago—but the things you all went through definitely created a bond.

♥︎

"ah rita could you help me bring out some snack trays?" seokjin's voice calls among the chatter and exchanging of stories, making you look up as you hadn't seen him leave the room.

"coming," you call back and separate from taehyung; who's arms had kept you nice and toasty for the last ten minutes. chuckling you make you way into the small kitchen space—the scent of lemons tickling your nose.

"jin, you said you wanted my–mhm," you felt the warmth of seokjin's lips tasting yours, the tickle of his hair on skin, smiling through the small segments of air he gave you.

tilting his head deeper into the kiss, he huffs and mumbles three shaking words."I missed you."

eyes soft and even in his quickness to hold you, he till remained tender to the touch.brushing your hair from your face he gives you a soft peck on your forehead.

"it was getting so hard watching you with them...I know you wanted to keep it a secret for a while but, I really had to bite my tongue tonight."

heart still running from excitement, your lips pull back in a expecting smile."I know,"  you eventually mumble as you take his hand and play with his fingers—often times trying to measure your hand up to his, his always being bigger than yours.

"I know it's hard...but I promise it's not because I'm afraid of commitment or anything, its just that after everything that happened..."

"hey...you don't owe me an explanation," his fingers cover yours and a blanket of heat runs through your arm—not once did you have to look up to know that he was looking at you with those eyes, with those dazzling eyes that always showed some hint of concern for your wellbeing.

and that's why you always explained yourself to him.

"...it's just that after everything that happened I want to make sure that I'm not moving too fast," you exhale, offering up your apologetic kiss and shaking your head—hating the way your heart sunk when you talked about it.

so you did what you did best, you smiled and changed topics. "so, snack trays?"

nodding, he lets you go and grabs a tray of snackage galore, grunting awkwardly to himself when he accidentally hits his elbow on the counter. "theres another tray in the fridge."

following his gaze, you walk up to the fridge and grab the handle, pulling but nothing happening, which either makes you dumb or means that the damn thing has a passcode.

"here, you have to twist and pull," he reaches over to help you open the fridge, a peachiness coating his cheeks."my house is a little old fashioned I know..."

"I like it, it's cozy like a little cottage," you reassure him, kissing his cheek as the two of you walk back out to the festivities with the food.

♥︎

after feeding everyone and celebrating for hours despite it being a weekday, you eventually had to say your goodbyes to your old friends and make your way out the door.

"riri, jihoon said it's time for us to get back," gyuni nudges you as you sat slumped against yoongi's shoulder—pouting when she breaks this news to you.

"alright I'm coming," you mumble as you give yoongi a tight squeeze, followed by give your goodbyes to each of the others and quickly making your way out the door when jihoon honks his horn.

grabbing the edge of your dress to keep it from blowing in the night chill, you do a weird little run to get to the car.

"rita wait up," seokjin calls as you left out the doors of his cozy little home, rushing out in his pajama robe and sweats—his cheeks already turning pink as he stood in front of you.

turning around, you couldn't help but feel a sense of irony and deja vu as the two of you stood face to face; seokjin looking as if he'd like to cuddle on the couch with his lover while you looked ready to close yet another deal.

carefully he takes a pair of grey fluffy earmuffs and pulls it down on your hair the best he can without ruining the style.

next he takes the scarf that was drapped over his arm and hangs it around your neck, ensuring that it covered your chest, and only after moments of complete focus and concentration did he speak.

"please keep yourself covered, you'll get sick," he whispers in the cold air, winters breeze snatching his breath from his mouth.

you pout as he bends down to zip up the large coat he also offered you, covering up the festively provocative dress you wore underneath."but noone will be able to see my pretty dress now."

"show off your dress when you're inside, no one on the street should be looking at you that way anyway," he mumbles as he finishes zipping you up—the end result being you as a marshmallow, but a toasty one.

"and if it means anything, I don't think I'll be forgetting that dress anytime soon."

now it was your turn to feel the hear on the back of your neck. leaning forward, you start to give the gentleman another kiss when jihoon decides to blow his horn again.

"alright I'm coming!"

♥︎

the relationship between you and seokjin stemmed just as any relationship would; through a small gesture.

he had texted you and checked in on your travels to make sure you weren't getting into trouble, and you found yourself calling him to make sure that he was taking care of himself as he worked abroad as well.

eventually texts led to calls and calls to video chats, and before you knew it, you both were planning short visits, meeting each other in this country or that, whenever you both had the opportunity. eventually you both found yourselves embarking in a long distance relationship, something neither of you were good at which only added to the thrill of the experience.

so for you both to see each other in the flesh after so long—well aware of the changes to your relationship with each other, it was understandable for your heart to pound.