After months of dating Kim SeokJin plans a perfect date under the stars. "I want tonight to be perfect. I have thought about it all week". His hands gripped the wheel tightly and he stole a quick glimpse your way. You lean closer and pressed a kiss to his throat. "It's already perfect. Anything else that happens tonight will be perfect too." Another soft kiss, this one just behind his ear, punctuated the statement. You heard a quick intake of his breath as your lips made contact. Your breath hitched in response. He turned to you and his dark look set you to flame. He moved his hand from the wheel and placed it on your knee, sliding it up to nestle between your thighs. Your head fell back to his shoulder. "We're almost there" he whispered. "I can't wait" you responded. And you meant that with every vibrating nerve in your body. "

One year. 365 days. 365 days since your perfect boyfriend invited you to a perfect restaurant and with exquisite tenderness broke your heart and ended your perfect relationship by telling you his job was more important than you were. Of course that is not actually what he said, he is Kim Freaking Perfect SeokJin, but that was definitely the take away.

After an unexpected transfer in her career, a young singer is swept into a whirlwind of life-changing events surrounding new romance, intergenerational friendships, and the music that intertwines it all. Inspired by true events. (( COMPLETED )) ©bangtan_storytime 2021 Also available on AO3 and Inkitt #1. GENERATIONS (3/10/21) 🚩 DISCLAIMERS 🚩 This work contains EXPLICIT language and EXTREME ADULT CONTENT. Ages 21+ TW: Sexual Trauma, Death This is a work of fiction and in no way represents the real members of BTS ___.______.___ "I learned all of this already, Yoongi. Back in school. I'm genuinely confused. I thought my technique was fine..." I blurted out suddenly, feeling a tad bit defensive. "You learned classical technique. For classical performance, Faye. It's phenomenal technique, don't get me wrong, but it isn't jazz." Hope chimed in, hoping to lighten the mood. "I see..." I replied, starting to let my guard down a bit, "That's fair. Alright. Well, how do you guys plan on teaching me this?" "Hope and I will help you, but here's the thing," he started, moving closer to me and reaching up to play with some stray locks hanging down my shoulder, "You have to give up total control. Do you think you can do that?"