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You shift the case of bottled sake in your arms and turn around to push into the front entrance of Hoseok’s bar.
You’re barely two steps past the door before a pair of strong arms is lifting the case away from you.
‘You should have told us you were outside,’ scolds Hoseok.
You smile gratefully at him as he carries the sake into the storeroom behind the bar. ‘It’s not really heavy, Hobi,’ you reply.
Hoseok sets the case on the shelf next to the wine and turns to you.
‘Drink?’ he asks.
Jin, who runs the bar with Hoseok, is already muddling lime leaves and mixing you a cocktail.
‘It’s barely midday,’ you protest.
‘Can’t drink all day if you don’t start in the morning,’ Jin replies, flashing you a mischievous smile.
‘Isn’t that a Drake lyric,’ Hoseok asks, rolling his eyes.
Jin just raises an eyebrow, stirs the drink, and pours it into a tall glass. He slides it across the bar to you.
Hoseok leans into you a little, his hard chest brushing the arm you have propped up on the bar top.
‘What are you doing later?’ he asks, quietly.
‘Misbehaving with you?’ you ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
Hoseok smiles, and it’s like the sun shining in through the clouds. ‘Yes, please,’ he says. ‘I’ll come over later.’
‘I’ll be waiting,’ you reply, smiling back.
You take a sip of your cocktail. It’s delicious. You’re about to ask Jin what’s in it when the opening of the door catches your attention.
The three of you turn to look at the man entering the bar.
Your first impression of him is that he seems serious, intense. His dark eyes land on each of you in turn, and the corner of your mouth turns up a little in a half-smile in greeting.
Beside you, friendly Hobi is smiling and waving him in.
‘Come on in, first time here? What can we get you?’
The stranger takes a seat at the bar a couple of stools down from you and orders a beer.
You see him studying the bottles behind the bar. His gaze lands on a distinctive green bottle with a red label. It’s a bottle of your own.
You sip your drink.
‘Akane sake is made around here, isn’t it?’ the stranger asks, looking at Jin.
Jin smiles broadly. ‘Coincidentally, you’re sitting next to the owner,’ he says. He gestures to you.
The stranger turns to you, interested. ‘Are you Akane?’ he asks.
‘Akane was my great-grandmother. I’m Y/N,’ you say, politely.
He holds out his hand. It’s warm, and firm. ‘I’m Min Yoongi.’
‘It’s a pleasure,’ you say.
‘I’d love to visit your brewery,’ Yoongi tells you.
‘We’re just a small family business,’ you tell him. ‘I do most of the brewing myself, with two assistants.’
He looks intrigued. ‘You’re the brewer?’
‘We mainly supply local businesses,’ you reply. ‘How did you hear of us?’
‘I’m friends with Kim Namjoon,’ he tells you.
Hoseok laughs so hard he snorts. ‘Kim Namjoon the rapper? He came to the mountains to ‘recuperate’ and partied so hard we’re still replenishing our stock.’
You giggle. ‘He was cute though.’
Hoseok looks at you affectionately. ‘Didn’t he ask for your number?’
You roll your eyes. ‘He mainly wanted more sake.’
‘Don’t sell yourself short,’ Hoseok says. ‘He was asking about you before he got hammered.’
You laugh. ‘He was hammered literally the entire time he was here.’
Jin tilts his head dreamily. ‘His assistant was pretty.’
Yoongi blinks a little. ‘Anyway, Namjoon raved about Akane sake. He even bought me a bottle to try. I love your work and I wanted to talk to you about a business proposition.’
You’re a little surprised. ‘We’re very small scale.’
‘I own a chain of bars in the city,’ Yoongi tells you. ‘I’d like to serve your sake exclusively, and Namjoon assures me he’ll provide a celebrity endorsement. It would be great for all of us.’
You immediately look to Hoseok, and Yoongi notices.
‘Of course, you could continue to supply your local businesses,’ he says smoothly.
Your head is spinning a little.
‘I think we’d have to talk a little more about the details,’ you say.
Yoongi’s been expecting you to say this.
‘I’m in town for the week. I’d like to visit your brewery and learn a little more about your processes,’ he says.
Hoseok senses your uncertainty. ‘It sounds like a good opportunity,’ he tells you. He sounds reassuring, confident, and that steadies you a little.
‘Sure,’ you say. ‘I can take you through the brewery tomorrow.’
Yoongi smiles at you, and you blink a little. He’s intense, but he’s also rather attractive, with gorgeous eyes and hair swept carelessly back from his forehead.
You exchange details and organise a time to meet. After Yoongi leaves, Jin and Hoseok congratulate you. They seem to think this is a great opportunity for you. You’re not sure about the scaleability of your sake brewing, but you think it’s probably worth looking into.
***
Hoseok drops his keys carelessly onto your hall table and takes a few steps, wrapping his arms around you and dropping a kiss on the back of your neck.
‘Are you ovulating? You look so fucking good today.’ He buries his nose in the nape of your neck and inhales deeply, making you shiver.
You’re torn between laughter and incredulity at his words. ‘I think you might need to work on your sex talk, Hobi.’
‘What’s wrong with it?’ he growls into your neck. He bites you on the shoulder. ‘I think the idea of fucking a baby into you is so fucking hot.’
He presses against your back, rolling his hips against your ass, letting you feel his hardness.
‘See?’ he says, and he almost sounds reasonable. ‘I’m so fucking hard right now.’
‘Want me to help you with that?’ you ask. You turn in his arms, and Hoseok immediately curls a hand around the back of your neck, cupping your head as he kisses you deeply.
‘Beautiful,’ he murmurs, lips moving against yours. His tongue slides into your mouth, tasting you. His other hand snakes around the small of your back, holding you still as he grinds his hips against yours.
‘I can’t wait to get inside you,’ he tells you, walking you backwards through your kitchen, heading for your bedroom.
You squeal in surprise as he lifts you, wrapping your legs around his hips. He carries you up the stairs and into your bedroom, pressing you onto your bed. Your legs come off his hips as your spine hits your mattress, and Hoseok tugs at your top with his teeth.
‘Off,’ he says. He’s slightly muffled but his meaning is clear.
He helps you slip your top over your head. He hums with pleasure, admiring your exposed torso with a blatantness that would make you blush if you didn’t know him so well.
Hoseok has always been one of life’s good guys. His generosity and kind spirit extend to everyone he meets, and as one of his close friends, you know he’d do anything for you.
He’s way too nice for you to ever date him.
Except in bed. Between the sheets, Hoseok is ruthless about seeking his own pleasure, and about taking you with him.
You love fucking him.
Hoseok raises an eyebrow at you, and you realise he’s watching you.
‘Why are you fantasizing about me, when I’m right in front of you?’ he asks.
You laugh. ‘Come here, baby daddy,’ you say, teasing.
‘Oooh,’ Hoseok says, delighted. ‘You just made my cock twitch.’
‘Show me,’ you suggest.
Hoseok smirks at you. ‘I’m going to take my clothes off, baby, and when I’m done you’d better be ready for me. I want to see you ass up on this bed.’
Hoseok pats your ass as he enters you, strong fingers wrapping around your hips, steadying you.
You sigh and moan a little as he sinks in to the hilt. At this angle, the curve of his cock fits you so well. You can’t see him, but you can hear the way his breathing pattern has changed.
‘God, like this, I feel like I could cum right away,’ he tells you, voice low, curling his back over yours to nibble at your ear.
He circles his hips, thrusting a little. You can hear the smile in his voice as you moan again. ‘I love hearing your voice when I’m inside you,’ he says. He pulls out a little, and thrusts again, picking up speed.
‘Show me how much you like it,’ he urges you. ‘Show me how much you want my cum, baby.’
He pulls out, flipping you onto your back. You lift a leg to his shoulder, and he kisses your calf as he plunges into you. His thumb presses against your clit in between thrusts. He’s staring at your tits, admiring the way he’s making them bounce.
He knows the exact moment you cum, because he’s nothing if not attentive. He hums approvingly as you tighten around his cock.
‘Little bit more, baby,’ he tells you, voice a little strained now. His mouth covers yours as he slams his hips against yours, spurting his cum into you.
As he comes down, he’s careful not to squash you with his weight. He lays on his side next to you, leg over your thighs, one hand stroking over your lower belly.
He kisses you again.
‘I love it when you’re full of my cum,’ he says.
You giggle, a little breathlessly. ‘We have all night,’ you say, pressing a kiss into his chest.
‘Oh yes,’ says Hoseok. He beams at you. ‘I’ve got plenty more.’
***
You hear the car pull up outside your house and head outside.
Yoongi steps out. He looks a little different from yesterday, a little more casual. He’s dressed in black jeans, a white t-shirt and a black jacket which fits him beautifully. As he turns his head the morning sun glints off the silver earrings in his ears.
‘Morning,’ he says, pleasantly, his deep voice warm. ‘I got you a coffee.’
You realise you’ve been so busy checking him out you hadn’t even noticed the two coffees he’s holding.
‘Oh, thank you,’ you say, accepting with a smile.
You tilt your head. ‘It’s such a nice morning I thought I might take you to the spring first.’
‘Lead the way,’ Yoongi replies.
The hot spring on your land is the lifeblood of your brewery. The land has been in your family for generations, and your family have been making sake for nearly as long. You tell Yoongi as much as you hike up to the spring together.
‘Just a little further,’ you tell him, leading him up a little slope. You stop at the top, to give him time to admire the view.
He looks out at the beautiful blue water, the forest beyond and the small wooden steps your great grandfather built to make access easier. You can hear the bubbling of the spring, a sound you’ve always loved.
‘Beautiful,’ he says, with a reverence that makes you feel warm inside.
‘I think so,’ you say, smiling a little at his expression. ‘We get all the water for our sake from this spring, siphoned off at the source. The mineral content is perfect.’
Yoongi kneels to dip a hand in the water. He looks up at you, and he smiles. ‘This place is so peaceful. Does anyone swim here?’
‘Only family and friends. We’re a little out of the way for anyone else,’ you reply. ‘If you’ve got swim gear you’re welcome to take a dip whilst you’re here.’
‘I might do that,’ Yoongi says.
You nod. ‘If you’re up for more walking we can see the rice fields next.’
You grow your own rice for your sake, a local variety that gives your sake its unique flavours. Your grandfather outsourced the rice farming to his best friend, and the farm is run by his grandson, Ken.
Yoongi listens attentively as you tell him about the intricacies of rice polishing. Most of your sake is Daiginjo, but you also produce Ginjo, and your family have always prided themselves on the brilliant, light, bright flavour of your sake.
He asks a few astute questions, but seems otherwise content to listen to you.
‘Stop me if I’m talking too much,’ you say, suddenly self-conscious.
‘I like listening to you,’ he says. He gives you a crooked smile. ‘You’re really passionate about your sake, I love hearing it.’
You feel a little flushed and warm from his words and the way he’s looking at you, so you say nothing.
You both look out at the fields silently for a moment.
‘I hope I haven’t embarrassed you,’ he says. ‘I really do like listening to you, I wasn’t just saying it.’
He laughs a little. ‘Also I’m blown away by how stunning your land is.’
‘I’m very lucky,’ you say, quietly. ‘My grandparents made a lot of good business decisions, and my parents were happy for me to take over the brewery. They pretty much leave me to it.’
‘You’re very good at it,’ Yoongi says.
You glance at your phone. ‘Gosh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you out here all morning. We should get back for lunch.’
Back at your house, your assistants Jun and Mari have prepared lunch. You introduce them to Yoongi and sit down to lunch together.
Jun reminds you that you’re meant to be checking on the moromi mash today, the fermenting mix that has to be tightly temperature controlled. A lot of your processes are mechanised, but you, Jun and Mari are still needed for various steps.
Yoongi seems keen to keep going, so after lunch, you wash up, suit up and head to the fermentation tanks in your sake warehouse. You’re struggling to reach the temperature probe to check the temperature in the tank, and Yoongi steps forward.
He pulls it down for you, and for the briefest of seconds, his arms are around you. You feel an unexpected thrill at his proximity, and his deep voice makes you shiver a little as he says, ‘here you go.’
‘Thanks,’ you say, avoiding his eyes. You check the temperature in each tank, and give each one a stir. Your moromi looks perfect.
You’re planning to make koji tomorrow, and after checking that your equipment and ingredients are available, you and Yoongi head back to your house.
‘So that’s it for today,’ you say. ‘You’re welcome to come along and help us make koji tomorrow, if you want.’
‘I’d love that,’ Yoongi tells you.
‘Taking you around my sake brewery feels a bit like a school trip,’ you say, smiling at him.
Yoongi snorts. ‘None of my school mates were ever as pretty as you.’
You laugh, surprised at his compliment. ‘I never really went for the bad boys,’ you tell him.
Yoongi tilts his head, lips curling in a half-smile. ‘You think I’m a bad boy?’ he asks, teasing.
‘Aren’t you?’ you ask.
Yoongi laughs. ‘Can I take you to dinner?’
***
You smooth your dress over your hips, self-consciously. You’re taking Yoongi to a restaurant with an amazing view of the mountains, and the best seafood in town.
You hear him pull up outside your house, and pick up your purse, checking you’ve switched everything off.
You open the door and realise he’s got out of his car and is standing at your front step, waiting for you.
‘Oh,’ you say, in greeting, a little flustered. ‘I wasn’t expecting you to get out.’
Yoongi just looks at you for a moment. ‘You look lovely,’ he says, quietly.
He doesn’t wait for a response, turning and holding out his arm to you. ‘Shall we?’
You curl your fingers into the crook of his arm. ‘Do you know the way?’
Yoongi flicks his eyes at you. ‘You haven’t steered me wrong yet,’ he replies.
Yoongi looks pretty damn sexy when he drives, you decide. You try not to stare, but the man isn’t making it easy for you.
He rests his arm on the back of your seat as he looks behind him to reverse, and you catch a whiff of his cologne, a woody scent that seems very him somehow. He’s styled his hair, and his skin is flawless in the moonlight.
Yoongi laughs. ‘Something on my face?’
You grimace. ‘Sorry. You must know you’re good-looking.’
‘I didn’t know you thought I was good-looking,’ Yoongi replies. He glances in the rearview mirror, then smiles at you.
He chooses not to comment on it further, and you look out the window for the rest of the journey.
You see the way heads turn as you enter the restaurant, and all the attention makes you a little nervous.
Yoongi presses his hand into the small of your back, steadying you. ‘We’re just going for a meal, we’re going to get some drinks, and I’ll take you home,’ he says, lips brushing your ear as he whispers to you.
You look up at him. ‘I don’t like attention,’ you tell him.
Yoongi leans his head a little closer to yours. ‘You can’t do anything about your stunning face, I’m afraid,’ he says.
You giggle, despite yourself. ‘Is that your life philosophy?’
Yoongi laughs, a raspy sound from deep in his chest. ‘Come on, let’s eat. I’m starving.’
Your dinner is accompanied by your own nihonshu that Yoongi insisted on ordering. You already know Yoongi is a good listener, but as the evening goes on you realise he is also blunt, matter of fact, but considerate to a fault. He fills your glass when it’s empty, offers you food from his plate and isn’t above telling you a silly joke to make you laugh.
He drives you home and walks you to your front door, waiting until you find your keys and unlock it.
‘Thank you,’ he says, rather formally. ‘I’ve enjoyed today.’
‘Me too,’ you reply. ‘See you tomorrow.’
Yoongi curls his lip in a half-smile, an expression that’s rapidly becoming familiar to you, then turns and walks back to his car in the darkness.
You draw yourself a bath and cum on your own fingers imagining his beautiful hands on you and how his voice might sound if he were fucking you.
***
You’re making koji today – adding aspergillus spores to your steamed rice. Like all sake brewers, you take making koji seriously – it’s the most important step in the process. Even fully automated large sake warehouses make koji by hand.
You, Jun, Mari and Yoongi are in the heated, humidified room reserved only for making koji. You’re spreading out the steamed, cooled rice, getting rid of clumps to enable the spores you’re about to sprinkle on to coat the rice as evenly as possible.
As far as you know, Yoongi has never done this before but he gets stuck in like he belongs here, working quickly and efficiently. You’re starting to realise he’s a deeply practical man, and that you need to stop staring at his strong hands flexing as he works the rice.
You flick your eyes up to his face, and slight smirk on his lips tells you he’s noticed you staring again.
You have to try very hard to keep concentrating on your koji.
When you’re done, you cover your rice with a cloth and head back to your house.
Yoongi glances over at you. ‘I thought I might take a dip in your hot spring this afternoon,’ he says,
‘Sure,’ you say, slightly absently. You’re thinking about the sake ageing in the basement of your sake warehouse.
‘Care to join me?’ he asks.
You snap to attention.
Yoongi’s looking at you, and you hope your residual flush from being inside the koji room is covering up how warm his gaze is making you feel.
‘Sure,’ you say, hoping you sound casual.
***
You strip off into your bikini and slip into the water, letting out a sigh as the warm water swirls around you.
Taking a dip in your hot spring is one of the main luxuries of your life, and you don’t do it enough.
You swim over to a ledge running along one side of the spring, and lean back, looking up at the sky.
It’s a glorious late summer day.
Yoongi swims up beside you.
‘This place is incredible,’ he tells you. He looks over at you. ‘I hope you’ll consider going into business with me. I promise you I’ll do my best for you. I’ve got an amazing marketing team, and Namjoon is always as good as his word. He’s got a huge following.’
‘I think it would be hugely beneficial for us,’ you say.
You glance over at him, and realise he’s holding out a hand, slightly ridiculously, above the water.
You shake it, and exchange a smile.
‘I’ll get my lawyer to start drawing up a contact,’ he says.
He leans back next to you.
‘I feel like this is a dream,’ he says. This close, his voice sounds like it’s almost inside your head, the low smooth tone of it making you shiver a little.
You turn your face to his, and your lips meet in a kiss.
Yoongi kisses you almost lazily, lips pressing against yours gently. He swirls his tongue into your mouth, and he tastes faintly of the honey cheesecake Mari made for your dessert.
He kisses you like he’s got all the time in the world, and that only makes the urgency within you build faster. His lips are cool against the skin of your neck as he kisses down, flicking his tongue against the hollow between your collarbones.
He scoffs at the string holding your bikini top up, and then he’s lifting one of your tits up out of the water, stroking over your nipple with his thumb.
‘Stunning,’ he tells you, and the serious, thoughtful way he says it makes you throb between your legs.
Yoongi kisses your breasts thoroughly, making sure to lavish attention on every inch of your flesh with his lips and tongue.
You’re pretty sure he can make you cum just by kissing your breasts, but you’re a little desperate for his dick by this point.
You slide your hand over his groin, experimentally, and the hardness you find there thrills you.
Yoongi groans his approval as you curl your hand around his rigid cock. His fingers slip between your folds, stretching you for him.
He lifts your hips over his, pulling your bikini bottoms to one side. He stops with the head of his cock just nudging your entrance.
‘Are we doing this?’ he asks, quietly. His eyes search yours.
You lean a little closer, breasts in his face, nibbling at his earlobe.
‘I guess so,’ you say.
‘Thank god,’ he replies, fervently. Then he is plunging into you, and you let out a little gasp at the stretch.
Yoongi’s strong hands are on your hips, and he huffs out a breath, face buried between your tits.
‘Can I move?’ he asks, voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it.
You wriggle a little, experimentally, and he hisses.
‘Yeah,’ you tell him. ‘Please.’
You wrap your arms around him, holding tight as he drags your hips over his. You’re watching the way his head tilts back, the way the muscles of his throat are working as you ride him, and the coil inside you snaps.
Yoongi grunts a little and you realise he’s cumming too, his hands tightening on your ass as he spills himself inside you.
Yoongi kisses you as he waits for you to catch your breath. When he next speaks, he sounds a little worried. ‘We haven’t defiled your hot spring, have we?’
You raise an eyebrow at him. ‘You think this is the first time someone’s fucked in here?’
Yoongi chuckles as you slide off his lap.
You turn back to give him a last look before you swim away. ‘You think this is the first time I’ve fucked in here?’
You’re already plunging into the water, so you miss the way he laughs and says ‘brat’ before slipping into the water himself, swimming in your slipstream.
***
Yoongi’s lips are pressed against your clit, and he’s saying something, but you can’t hear it over your heart pounding in your temples.
He licks up into you, long, slow, and you feel like screaming.
‘Yoongi,’ you beg, ‘please.’
He flicks his eyes up at you as his tongue plunges into you. You’re so wet that when Yoongi lifts himself up a little you can see yourself smeared over his lips, chin, cheeks.
Yoongi eats you out like he loves it, like he’s starving for you, and as he sucks at your clit you cum so hard for him that it takes a few seconds for you realise he’s talking to you again.
You look up at him, wordlessly.
He licks his lips. ‘You taste so fucking good,’ he tells you.
He lays down next to you on your bed, looking up at the ceiling.
You admire the smoothness of his skin, the hardness of his chest.
‘Are you staring at me again?’ he asks, amusement in his voice.
‘You’re beautiful,’ you tell him.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he counters. He smirks a little. ‘Especially when you’re cumming on my face.’
‘Stop,’ you say, rolling your eyes.
He lifts himself up. ‘I’m leaving tomorrow,’ he tells you. ‘I know you’re coming up for the launch in a few months, but I’d like to keep in touch with you before then too.’
‘I’d like that too,’ you tell him.
Yoongi lowers his mouth to yours. ‘Ready to go again?’
You’re too busy kissing him to reply.