JIN POV:

"So... do I get to know what exactly I walked in on, or would I like the surprise do you think?" I ask, leaning over (Y/N)'s shoulder, peering at her rolling out her chilled pastry dough, her head briefly turning to peer at me with wry amusement.

"Depends. Do you like surprises?" body pressing back to mine when my arm winds around her waist, lips brushing across her ear and ducking down to press to skin, brief pecks trailing down her nape before she wriggles, eyes alight with laughter. My eyes drag across the array of marks that aren't quite hidden anymore, hair tied back as it always is in the kitchens, drawing my eyes and others to the bitten marks colouring her skin.

"Jin! This isn't your kitchen. You can't get handsy." She laughs, voice still a hushed whisper and her amusement slipping out in pealing bubbles of laughter that she can't quite bite back.

Her amusement and giddy radiance is infectious. And even with the distance between each kitchens, the separated workspaces, eyes turn in curiosity towards the sound, smiling unconsciously in response to (Y/N)'s happiness.

"Can't I? I'm waiting for you to roll your pastry out first!" I laugh, watching her brows rise as she looks at me, eyes narrowing playfully.

Her hips nudge mine, trying to free herself from my arms and weight curling around her, half pinning her to the counter.

"You have your own counter and your own rolling pin Jin! We need to get them in at the same time."

I let my arm around her loosen, sighing as I drag myself away, moving to turn when a smatter of flour dusts my cheek and the incriminating hand liberally covered in it cups my jaw, smearing it across with the pad of her thumb.

Laughter in her eyes and fondness in the curl of her lips when I press mine to hers, leaning over to dab a smear of it across her nose.

"All flowery now."

The warm bubble of laughter is rich and intoxicating, enthralling in a way that has a pleasant warmth seeping through my bones, smile tugging wider at her amusement as she nudges me gently.

"So charming as always... want to come over afterwards?" she asks.

My fingers linger at her hips, squeezing tight before I slip away.

"Don't feel like sharing me? I don't blame you baby."

I drawl, feel her smile follow me even as I slip away to my own worktop, rolling out the pastry with the same deftness she works with, eyes flickering to her and watching her smile curve deeper, sensing my gaze.

"If you keep looking at me like that Jin we might not make it home."

There's a slow burning heat in her words and embers pooled in her eyes as she lets her gaze drag over me, examining and intense in a way that makes heat curl in my gut.

I let my eyes linger on hers, on the way she turns back and continues lining her pastry tin, gaze dragging to the sway of her hips when she moves to set her first bake in, lips curving with a knowing glint.

"Or do you think you're not even going to wait until we get a pie out of it?"

I shrug my shoulders.

"If you're planning on bedding me sweetheart, why don't you wine and dine me too?"

"If you hurry and get done then maybe I'll wine and dine and bed you." Voice lilting, dropping to a quiet hush, a murmured whispered tease when eyes curiously flicker over from the adjacent kitchen.

Her cheeks pinken at the attention, at the lingering curiosity in the others.

She'd never spoken for months when we'd first known her. But she'd always drawn attention, drawn eyes without consciously realising.

And though she was... siren. Though she was different from us, it felt like the gravitational tug went beyond the allure, went beyond the otherworldly enthral she believed commanded the space.

She had something more.

And I can see it in the curving smiles on other people's faces.

It's not purely enthral as she might believe.

It's her... it's everything that's (Y/N) that tugs and draws people in.

Even if... even if something distinguishes her as different, as something more, she's still (Y/N). She's always drawn us in without the potent charm in her voice. We'd all fallen for her, we'd all found an ache for her long before we'd ever heard her voice.

We fell in love with (Y/N). I was irrevocably and helplessly in love with (Y/N)... with the woman I'd met at the supermarket, with the woman I baked with, with the woman who'd settled in our lives and hearts long before we ever knew her secret.

And even as she stands beside me, rinsing off the soapy lather off the used dishes, I can't help but wonder... couldn't help but wonder how different of a life she'd lived... a life we'd never perhaps truly know or understand fully.

We were still grasping onto the realisation that (Y/N) was a siren. That she'd lived centuries. And yet—as I look at her, see how bright she smiles when she feels my gaze on her, head tilting to peer at me, I'm reminded she chose us, she chose me.

She chose us over everything she's ever known and everything that shapes the way her life has changed over centuries.

I might not know everything, I might not be the most knowledgeable about myths and lore like Namjoon, but I know with a burning certainty that I love her, and I will love and cherish her with everything that I am.

My hip nudges against hers.

"Some days I don't feel like sharing you." I admit.

Her eyes are soft.

"No-one said you had to."

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There's a burning ache as my body brackets hers against the wall, eyes dark and wicked, lips curved into a deep grin.

"Habaek and Mi-sun—"

"Aren't at home Jinnie~ I have you all for myself..." she croons, fingers skimming across my shoulders, eyes glinting with the same mischievous playfulness I've always seen in Kook's eyes, in Hobi's as he tugs me closer, in Yoongi's, his mouth feverish and scorching against mine.

There's a taunting gleam in her eyes that banishes every single person and thought from mind.

There's only her.

Body pressing close, hand skimming lower to brush her hand across the waistband of my jeans, fingers deft as they tug open the button and slide down the zipper, a sharp hiss slipping past my lips at the grinning amusement on her face as she leans towards me, lips brushing a slow teasing trail from my jaw down my throat. Fingers drawing me into her grip, encircling me with a deftness as she continues to pepper kisses down my throat. The tight ache of being painfully stiff and restricted dragging a broken moan past my lips.

"(Y/N)—" her name shudders past my lips, groaning when her hand drags across my stiffening arousal, coaxing it to hardness, lips quirking against my throat.

"Too fast for you?"

"I see the dining's gone..." I tease, breath hitching when she hums, teeth nipping slightly, tongue flicking over the sting.

"Jin honey we have all night..."

My hand curls around her hip, clamping tightly, head tilting forward to hers, hand curling around her wrist.

"So what's the rush baby? If we have all night..." her head tilting up, my lips chasing hers, groaning against her mouth when her fingers curl, teeth sinking in harshly into her bottom lip.

"You were the one getting handsy in the car!" I shudder against her, feeling her back arch as my fingers curl against the curve of her hip, fingers dragging upwards to grip at her waist, hand melding to her curves. Tilting to the touch.

I grin against her lips, against the curved smile, chasing the feverish burning intensity of the slow kiss, of her lips melded to mine, teeth tugging at her bottom lip, sinking in harsh.

"You weren't complaining." She mutters, my hand brushing lower, dragging across her hip before drifting upwards, slipping underneath the hem of her top, palm skimming across the dip of her waist before trailing upwards.

"Are you going to let them know you're not coming home?" she asks, eyes turning to peer at me and even without turning my gaze from the front I can feel the weight of her stare, can see the quirk of her lips as I feel my lips tug into a smile.

"I'm sure they'll live sweetheart if I go home with you."

"I meant at all tonight Jinnie... you're staying over." Voice matter-of-fact and lilting, the faintest trail of something teasing and playful in it that has my eyes momentarily drifting, fingers reflexively curling around the steering wheel a tad tighter at the loose grin curling her lips, at the darkness in her eyes as she peers at me, body loosely sprawled in the passenger seat, her own fingers curled around her phone.

"Oh? Then they'll riot... but I don't blame them for revolting against the thought. You are stealing me away for the night." I tease, watching laughter glimmer in her eyes, shrugging her shoulders.

"Guilty~ I can imagine the chaos I'll be causing by theft of such a beautiful man." eyes softening when I feel my ears burn, a heated flush at the sincerity and unfiltered genuineness in her words, undisguised by her light teasing.

"Wooing me already? You either want me to stop the car or break speed limits getting home with you."

"Don't do that—we have all the time in the world." Words trailing into a low croon, a smile playing at her lips as she leans forward to connect the Bluetooth, watching her name flash up before she lets music play out.

The music fills the space in the same way her presence demands my attention, tries to drag my gaze to her without even turning. I don't need to turn to sense the way her body seems to gravitate towards it, startling when her hand trails across my arm, drifting lower with a squeeze.

"What game are you playing sweetheart?" I ask, fighting the waver my voice trembles with when her hand drops to my knee.

"What game~ eyes on the road Jin." Fingers drawing slow circles and shapes on my knee, trailing over denim.

My hand tightens around the wheel, hand gripping hers when it drifts, squeezing tightly, legs tensing when she lets my hand hold hers, but instead drags her knuckles up my leg, skimming over my thigh. My hand encased in hers still. Her fingers curling tighter as she inches her hand up higher.

"(Y/N)..." I bite out, shifting in my seat as I continue driving, feeling her fingers squeeze mine before my hand disentangles, failing to tug her hand lower.

It's a painful long minutes that stretch out, her hand settling on my leg, unmoving, a warm constant weight that drags my attention to it over and over. Glancing down to see the sprawl of her fingers and palm, peering out the window.

And just as I let my guard down, just as I feel the tension in my spine and shoulders loosen, drawing to a still at a traffic light does her hand move.

Body jerking at the way her hand brushes against my thigh, fingers trailing to the inseam of my jeans, squeezing tightly, the pressure fleeting but the heat the touch coaxes, that curls tight in my gut.

"Something the matter Jin?" voice sweet and lilting, honeyed with intent.

She's worse than the maknaes. The thought, the realisation sinks in very, very quickly.

But even so her hand never drifts too close, fingers a tight grip at the inside of my thighs, her eyes darkened with desire when I groan, shifting in my seat, legs spreading to alleviate the tight pressure winding tight, sprawling heavier.

"When we get home (Y/N)...." I grit, voice heavy and low.

"I can't wait to see how you'll snap then..." she fills, voice a dangerous drawling murmur that sends heat dancing across skin, sends prickles of sparks over my limbs.

And the weighted ache of what we wanted, the press of her hand teasing and drifting, the simmering need pools heavily in the air, hangs suspended and trapped in the car.

Her hand curls a fraction tighter, my hips bucking forward into her touch, thrusting forward at the slow drag of her palm, of her lips parting against mine, tongue flicking against mine, groaning wetly into the lax pliancy of my mouth.

"Are you really not going to let me get my jacket off?" I murmur, lips pressing to the curve of her jaw, drifting lower to skim down the curve of her throat, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, feel her curve closer to me, feel her shaky breath, dark gaze holding mine.

Eyes dragging over my clothes before she presses her hand to my sternum, feeling the wild pulse thrum under her touch, accelerate because of her touch, before she gives a small nudge.

Smiling when I take a step back, fingers impatiently tugging off my jacket, fingers reaching for the hem of my shirt before she lets her fingers tease across my waist before sinking down.

Kneeling down, hand still curled around me, wrist twisting and lips curving when my hand grips her shoulder, hips bucking forward reflexively, heat burning at the sight of her, her vacant hand looping into my jeans to tug, a staggered half-step unconsciously towards her, towards the desire pooled in her eyes and the want I can feel wind its hold tighter and tighter around me.

Reels me into her.

"Go ahead Jin..."

Her hands curl into my jeans to drag them down, fingers hooking into the waistband of denim and boxers, lips brushing against my hipbone.

Dragging fabric down, hands skimming across my legs, lips trailing lower, every touch burning where her hands settle.

The broken roughness in my own voice as my fingers brush against her nape, entangling in hair when her hand curls around me, leaning to let her mouth slowly sink forward, grip unconsciously tightening as my hips rut forward.

"(Y/N).. baby..."

Feel the aching need to buck forward, hips rolling forward at the heady sensation of her tongue curling and flicking, mouth sinking deeper, eyes hooded as they peer up at me.

In response her hands move to curl tighter around my thigh, groaning around me.

And I can't tear my eyes away from the sight, from her lips parting and going lax, her eyes watering slightly as she sinks deeper before drawing off, mouth slick and breaths shaking as she presses a smatter of open-mouthed kisses to the inside of my thigh, over the low of my hip, watching with pleasure clouding her features as she watches the visceral reaction of my body readily responding to hers.

In silent invite, her lidded gaze reels out the mounting pleasure, hand curling around my hip, mouth drawing me in deeper as her cheeks hollow, the vibration and pressure as she moans, swallowing around me.

My fingers sink into her hair, gripping tighter with every shaky thrust of my hips bucking forward to her touch, eyes fluttering shut as I feel the pleasure wind tighter around my gut, control unravelling at the heady addiction of her, lost in the sensations she makes my body burn with.

And when the tight coil of pressure snaps, it's lost in the enthral of her eyes peering up at me, teary and half-lidded lashes, it's to slightly flushed cheeks and lips swollen and slick, to a deep groan that shudders around me, fingers curling tight as she grips at me.

Both of us breathless when she draws off, lips parted as she draws in shuddering gulps of air, eyes shining with unshed tears and glittering with dark inviting depths that promise to snare me in them, until I'm lost.

There's a shaky silence, filled with uneven breaths. My fingers loosening from her hair to trail lower, knuckles brushing against her nape. Hand steadying myself against the wall. Lips curving into a loose smile when her mouth skims across my hip, pressing a trail of kisses from my thigh up.

Teeth playfully nipping, voice uneven and hoarse when she speaks.

"Now how about I wine and dine you?"

"(Y/N)... you're impossible." I huff.

She grins up at me.

"I'm learning that."

(Y/N) POV:

The phone rings, cutting through the haze of sleep, eyes blinking open to the sound of it in the darkness of the curtained room, hand fumbling to push the blanket off to try reach for it. Feel the arm around me tighten with protest, sheets rustling as Jin presses closer, chest pressed to my back, groaning in protest against my skin.

"Leave it. It's too early." He grumbles, tugging at the blankets to draw them around me again, a sleepy smile curving against my skin when his gesture entangles me in the blanket and his embrace, fumbling to get to the phone that blares incessantly. Ringing over and over.

"It's not even my phone." I mumble, fingers curling around it to realise that the lockscreen isn't my own, lips tugging slightly at the sight of the caller id.

"Then definitely leave it. The house might be on fire but I'm in no mood to leave." he grumbles, hand sprawling heavier across my waist, dragging me back against him, voice hoarse with sleep, groggy as he tries to wrestle the phone out of my reach.

"It's Hobi..."

"So? We'll call later... baby stop wriggling." He huffs against my nape, lips pressing sleepy, slow kisses across skin, across my hair before a hand sluggishly brushes against my back, slow lazy pecks pressed between my shoulders.

"What if the house is actually on fire?" I tease, hand rubbing at my eyes as I try to swipe to answer.

"Then Yoongi did it. And Hobi tried setting it out... that failed. So I'm being called." Voice groggy and slowly awakening. Amused as his lips linger against the curve of my shoulder, body slotted against mine as he leans over to peer at the phone, disgruntled but smiling sleepily as I press speaker.

"Hi Hobi baby..." I mumble.

"Good afternoon sunshine~ you haven't seen the owner of the phone have you?" voice teasing and warm filtering out in loud, bright exuberance that seeps into the darkness of my shadowed bedroom, casting its giddiness across sheets and entangled limbs.

Jin's lips curve into a grin against my shoulder, hair tickling my cheek from where he presses close, arms winding around me in a tighter embrace as he tugs me closer, until we're lying flush together.

"Maybe... do I have to give him back?"

There's bubbling laughter, rich and fond and giddy and the sound of voices filtering through from the background.

"Hmmm... maybe... I'm sure there'll be a fight clamouring for one of you in a bit... I just wanted to ask if I could steal you away from Jin for some late brunch."

There's a light huff from Jin, fingers trying to reach out to grab the phone.

"No brunch for me?"

"You promised me pie Jin hyung... and you kept both and (Y/N) from us." Kook's voice rings out, accusing and loud. Teasing and mischievous in the way that's inherently him.

"...I did."

I sink back against Jin, half-turning in his arms to smile at him, hand cupping his cheek, thumb brushing against the corner of his lips.

Taking in the sleepiness in his eyes, his rumpled hair and the curved smile that even half-drowsy fills me with a warmth as he draws my hand close to draw the phone closer between us.

"Going to take him some pie?"

"...he can wait a little while longer. Just as Hobi can wait a little while longer before stealing you away for brunch."

I feel my smile grow at the drowsy contentment on his face despite the indignant protest that filters through the phone's speaker, his amusement fond and endeared even as his thumb hovers over the end button.

"Not awake yet sleeping beauty?" Hobi's voice lilts, teasing and wry.

"It's too early."

"It's nearly early afternoon... what time did you go to bed?"

"Late. We started a new show and had dinner late."

Jin's hand curls around my side, playfully squeezing.

"Wonder why..."

"And then Jin got distracted picking pyjamas."

There's a beat of silence before Hobi's voice tilting and suggestive drawls out.

"I can imagine... you missed out the Mario pyjamas. It'll have to wait until you sleepover baby."

Watching as the tips of his ears burn red, burrowing his head against the crook of my neck, squirming at the ticklish sensation of his hair brushing against skin, at the peppered kisses across my throat.

"Goodbye Hoseok. Don't be here before mid-afternoon now." Voice dry and expression ungiving even if he can't see as he cuts the call to spluttering laughs, tugging me closer the moment he lets go of the phone, body curving around mine, legs entangling as he hugs me tighter.

"They're really cute Mario pyjamas." He mumbles.

I feel my heart soar, fluttering with giddiness and fondness for the man holding me, tilting my cheek to brush against his hair, pecking his cheek as my smile grows bigger.

"You have to let me borrow them at some point."

"If I can get a photo of you in them." He bargains.

I turn in the circle of his arms, drawing his face up, eyes raking and lingering over his face, hair rumpled as I let my fingers brush over messy strands.

Cupping his jaw before I lean forward to peck his lips lightly.

"Deal."

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"You don't think Yoongi will mind?" I ask, peering at Hobi as he pulls the car into park, hand turning the wheel as he reverses.

"That we're springing a visit on him? Or that we didn't take him to brunch—because I'm sure we just had waffles for lunch to be honest." He grins, tilting his head to look in the rearview mirror.

"Well it was my breakfast." I defend, watching his heart-shaped smile widen, grin infectious and bright as he tilts his head to peer at me, his hand reaching for his seatbelt once the car stills.

Cutting the engine.

"He was at work for hours before I even called this morning. I'm sure he'll be fine with our offering of cookie dough." He soothes, body brimming with infectious enthusiasm, drawing the car door open to step out, clothes a vibrant burst of colour so at odds with the retro vibe I'd felt like wearing on waking.

Had found Jin's eyes curious and intrigued peer at the different styles of clothes lined up, watching me tug out a 60s style dress from the far end of the spare room.

But Hobi's eyes linger, trailing appreciatively over the panel cuts, eyes dragging slow and indulgent over the lines and curves of my body, his gaze pinned on me, a weighted stare I can feel as I step onto the curb, moving towards the front door. Pleased with the fit of the skirt, head tilting back to see that he hastens to close the small stretch of distance before he reaches for the door, drawing it open with a dipped head and wink.

"Well beautiful lady what era is this from?" voice drawling, a low rasp that sends shivers dancing down my spine when his fingers trail over the dipped back of the dress, knuckles skimming between my shoulder blades and dragging down. Hand settling just below, the heat of his hand felt through the fabric.

"The Sixties. But the panel cuts were Mi-sun unnie's design." Body instinctively jolting when his hand sprawls heavier against the low of my back, shy of grazing lower over the curve of my behind.

"Mi-sun was a designer?" voice curious as he steers me inside, the flared skirts rustling and swishing around my hips.

"No... she took scissors to some dresses to redo them. Or maybe she was going for something in the 60s... she's always liked standing out." Lips curved up.

She's always commanded the centre of attention. Held it firm in prettily manicured nails, held it without uttering a single word. And if she didn't then she took the attention.

So if that meant cutting panels out to bare more of her waist, scoping lower backs to invite gazes and touches she permitted then so be it.

If that meant me and Habaek oppa were at the mercy of her flair then so be it.

"She got that right. You could stop traffic in this dress baby doll." Words molten and honeyed, sticky sweet and laced with hoarse lust, the words dragging against skin where he dips his head to brush a lingering kiss to behind my ear, teeth nipping lightly.

"I don't need to stop traffic... just seven men in their tracks." I lilt quietly, voice naturally dropping softer in the presence of others.

He has no inhibition in letting his hand snake around to grip tight at my hip, over the flare of where the skirts pan out, hand squeezing harsh enough that I feel the ache of his touch even when it lightens.

"Trust me doll you're doing more than that." He groans, leading me past the front of the shop once he's ascertained Yoongi isn't there, eyeing the front desk before leading me to the back.

He doesn't care for the people drifting about, weaving past them with his hand falling back to rest on my back once more, eyes seeming to glower at any straying glances, presence a protective flank behind me before we finally spot Yoongi.

"Now as your boyfriend it's my duty to tell you if you ever want to sneak away in the shop there's a handful of places you won't get caught."

I turn to peer at him, giddy on his contagious grins and secretive smiles, to his hushed words and fiery gaze.

"Are you trying to get me kicked out in the future from his store for being inappropriate?"

"Doll I meant for hiding, we love hide and seek... whatever did you have in your mind little minx?" he teases, eyes sparkling with mischief, voice drawling and low.

I stare at him, eyes narrowing at the playful quirk to his lips, tugged into a smirk as he continues to nudge me forward.

"Sure you did." I hiss, elbow nudging back against his side.

"I did~ Yoongi in particular knows how to make full use of these prize nooks and crannies, especially when he wants to get away for a while to—" I stare at him, watching his eyes gleam, dodging when I twist to swat at him.

"To hide from prickly customers.... Little minx where's your mind headed these days?" faux-chiding dismay as he ducks away with a grin, his eyes bright with playful tease, swaying flames and flickering sparked embers in dark irises.

"According to you stuck in those dark nooks and crannies with someone who's not you." I laugh, stepping away to move towards Yoongi, feeling his gaze and amusement sharpen to something intensely weighted and pinning, tracking my every step as I move from him to Yoongi.

Silently sneaking up to the man, working in the corner with headphones drawn over his ears, bent over boxes of new records.

Feel his eyes drag over the sway of my hips, feel them drift lower, not turning back as I quietly slip up behind Yoongi, waiting for him to straighten up, startled when he turns before I can surprise him.

Eyes crinkling as a gummy smile tugs at his lips, faintly amused and wry as he peers at me, hand steadying my small wobble at his surprise.

"Were you trying to sneak up on me?" hand tugging off the earphones, dangling loosely around his neck as his eyes drift over me, smile deepening when his fingers skim across the waist panel, grazing across skin.

Faintly I can hear the music filtering through the speakers.

"You can't have heard us with those on."

"I saw you enter. I'm pretty sure you were trying to sneak away to the backrooms... not to come see me." He teases, hand drawing me close, head tilting to mine with a gummy grin as his arms loop around me.

Draw me to him and away from Hobi.

"Is that so?" peering back at a rakish grin and unapologetic eyes, shrugging his shoulders without defending nor supporting Yoongi's words.

Fingers crook under my jaw to tilt my face back to him, eyes dark and the tilt to his lips playful before he tilts close, hand curling tighter around my waist to draw me closer to him before his lips slot to mine. Unrushed and slow and lazily indulgent in the way his lips map out mine, coaxing with a burning intensity that slowly gathers air, embers fanning into heated flames, sparks where his lips leave their brand against my own. The drag of his tongue brushing against the dip of my mouth, mapping me under his touch as his fingers curl tighter at my waist, angling my jaw to him, deepening the kiss with a muffled groan against my mouth when my teeth drag across his bottom lip, sinking in sharply. Tongue flicking to smoothen the sting, body tilting closer to his, gravitating to his touch, hand brushing out against his side before curling against his forearm.

There's a pleased grin pressing to my lips before he draws back slowly, leaving lingering pecks as he leans away slightly, eyes dark and hooded as he appraises me, gaze drifting to my lips, fingers drifting from my jaw, thumb dragging slowly across my bottom lip.

"If you're not here to sneak off in my shop... here to see me?" voice low and gravelly.

I nod, fingers curling against his wrist, drawing him closer a step more.

"Needed your help... well I do." I amend, watching his gaze drift past me, a small wry smile tugging at his lips.

"And Hobi is the pretty addition?"

I tilt my head to peer at him, watch his lips curve into a wide smile when he has both of our gazes settling on him, moving closer, arm draped around my waist.

"Always... but I wanted to find more music for us to dance to. Mind if I take a wander?" eyes curious and already drifting to scan the shelves and corners brimming with countless music genres.

Different nooks and crannies and distinctive styles all waiting. An excited anticipation gleaming in dark eyes as he looks at me and then Yoongi.

"Is this the secret project you won't tell the three of them?" teasing and knowing, purposely instigating in the way Hobi's eyes widen fractionally, trying to subtly shake his head when I catch the gesture.

"What secret? What project?"

"Hyung's already said too much but all I'll say is I hope you're ready to take on a new role." Teasing and grinning wide, proud and excited, eyes glinting with unspoken secrets he harbours close to him with the intent of savouring them whilst they last.

"Got a new dance in mind?"

He grins, heart-shaped smile beam and his eyes sparkle with the untold truth that shimmers in soft brown irises. Waiting to be revealed at the right moment.

"I think it's time the black swans sings an entirely different song. How do you feel about phantoms and shadows?" words cryptic and eyes glinting with teasing mischief, the same playfulness curving his lips. The only hint he gives before he turns away, making his way towards the second floor, a preening saunter in his step and even from his back I can read his body, can read the smug teasing satisfaction as he leaves me with Yoongi.

"Do you know Yoongi?"

His lips quirk at the corner.

"I don't know... do I?" vague and voice revealing nothing, shoulders shrugging as he looks at me, dark eyes inviting me to try find out, try draw the truth out of him.

"You won't say unless it's worth your while!" I exclaim, lips twitching when I see his own curve up subtly at the corners, a faint ghost of a smile, eyes blank and expression neutral.

But the realisation that he won't share, won't divulge, won't reveal his cards unless I show my own is a bargaining tactic I approve of, appraising him once more.

"I can work with negotiation... name your price Min."

His eyes shine with amusement, smile curving a bit wider across his lips as he leans back, a loose confidence in his posture, head tilting and eyes narrowing at me. Something about his aura in that moment that silently is pure predator. A sharp feline pinning me with his gaze. Waiting for my move first.

"What makes you think I know anything worth your while sweetheart?" voice low and drawling.

"Well... I did come to find a song. Something I could dance to. Thought you could help." Voice soft and lilting, quiet and hushed.

"Oh? Another secret project for the group?" slightly curious.

I shake my head, stepping forward closer to him, hand skimming over the loose sleeve of his jumper, the thin material fitted around his bicep, my lips brushing against his ear as I lean into his space, feel his arm band around me, drawing me closer.

Lips brushing against my temple.

"Tell me baby~" voice soft and persuasive.

"A dance... more of a solo. Rather... a performance for the seven of you. At a club. If you were willing. If it wasn't something against your preference or taste." I murmur, lips dragging lower, skimming over the column of his throat.

I feel his hand sprawl heavier over my back, tugging me closer, lips brushing against my forehead, the gesture chaste and the words weighted and drawled softly. A gentle caress of his lips against skin.

"If you wanted to perform for me baby, if you wanted to put on a show, do you really think the answer would ever be no? Do you think any of us would?"

"Well—it's hard finding a song you know? Something I can move to... something all of us could enjoy? Won't you help me? In choosing a song... in watching me rehearse?"

He draws back, dark eyes pinning me to the ground, rooting me where I stand, body hovering closer to his.

"You play your cards well (Y/N)."

"You don't live centuries without knowing how to gamble well."

His eyes narrow, a sharpness to the feline slits, a rough jealousy creeping into his tone unbidden.

"I don't think I want to share if I'm not the first you're playing to your tune this way." Scrutinising gaze and lips thinning.

And the possessive almost petulant jealousy is endearing just as much as it is striking at how his words lower into a rasp, rough and drawling.

My hand drifts up his arm, dragging slowly against fabric as I look at him.

"You'll be the first I'll seduce Min Yoongi." I promise, watching his gaze darken, dragging over me slowly, a flush of heat pooling under my skin.

"And besides... Mi-sun unnie was the one to take me to lessons for it. It wasn't a profession, it's fun."

He takes a step closer, then another and there's no space between our bodies at all, closing the small gap quickly.

Hand cupping my cheek before drifting to brush his knuckles against the underside of my jaw.

Tilting my face to his, angled up and confronted with the intensity of his eyes.

"I want to choose... no. I want you to choose the song. Then I want to add my touch to it. Then pretty girl—you can seduce me first."

Words low and confident.

Assured as he looks at me.

Hand slowly taking mine as he tilts his head to the side, gesturing to the countless boxes of records.

"So how about we find you a song? And then (Y/N) you can dance. I'll be more than happy to watch."

(I'M SO SORRY FIRST OF ALL! THAT THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE AND UPDATE—I FIND THAT SS SOMETIMES GETS REALLY HARD TO WRITE AND BE MOTIVATED FOR SO THE INSPIRATION COMES AND GOES! MOST OF THE CHAPTER WAS ALREADY WRITTEN BUT IT WASN'T UNTIL YESTERDAY THAT I GOT THE BUZZ TO FINISH THIS SO I'M SO SORRY—AND THANK YOU FOR EVERY SINGLE PERSON STILL STICKING WITH BABY SIREN AND THIS STORY! THERE'S A MORE FIERY PLAYFUL SET OF CHAPTERS COMING SO HINT!! IF YOU LIKED (AND STILL REMEMBER) THE CLUB CHAPTERS THEN HOPEFULLY YOU'LL LIKE THE ONES TO FOLLOW SOON!!! LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT AND TAKE CARE~)

Question... a good movie or series recommendation please~ I am in need of new watching material!!

Mine... I recommend Night at the Museum, I'm rewatching the films cos I MISSED THEM! And they're so fun and light watches!!

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3