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kirihotto · 1 month

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Forget.Him. PT.2{Jimin X Reader 18+}

→ Warnings: Sexual asst. topics suggested (Not aimed at Jimin),

→ Rating: 18+ Minors are prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content.

→ Genre: Mending relationship

→ Summary: You and Jimin just broke up. And by no means was it mutual. Honestly the reason why you dumped him was stupid. You were self conscious. Scared you weren't good enough for him compared to the many fans he has. The feelings are there. But you try to ignore them and Jimin's many texts and calls. But something get in the way of your plan.

→ Word Count: 3 010

Disclaimer: All members are face and name claims for the story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. All works are purely for entertainment purposes.

Published: 03/28 / 24

Inspiration: (Strangers Kenya Grace) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgd5Bv7vefY

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“L-let me go.” I demanded. He smirked at me with not a word but tightened his grip. My eyes started burning once again filled with small fresh tears. Digging my nails into his hand I barely freed myself just as I was about to B line it to the door. Chang in close range. Someone stopped me.

“We are leaving.”

Everyone froze. I hadn't realized who it was at first. The person's arm that had been wrapped around me. Wearing a biker helmet with dark tinted lens a black leather jacket. Although I couldn't see through the helmet. I could tell by the voice and scent. Roses. It was Jimin. He had left the helmet on for his identity I'm sure.

“Ohh are you the EX boyfriend?” Chang mocked. Jimin gripped my shoulder after his comment. A wave of guilt rushed through me. Regretting every action I had made to lead me here. I looked up at Jimin, he let his arm off of me. Instead he grabbed my wrist and tugged me out the door. Chang quickly followed, shooting random insults at me I didn't hear past my thoughts.

The cold rain instantly stuck to my sweater. Jimin had led me quickly behind the diner into the staff parking near the garbage bins. Not much to my surprise there were bags of garbage, but among them not far away was a motorcycle. Jimin grabbed my attention away from the bike, removing his helmet. Saying not a word but brushing the slight runny makeup from my face. His hands were even cooler than the rain as they met my flushed cheeks. While his sharp eyes were tired and filled with concern. Locked on mine. We both stood in the cold rain as it poured down on us. He leaned closer and tucked a stray wet hair behind my ear. Our gaze not shifting. Until suddenly Jimin placed the helmet over my head.

“We’re gonna get wet. But this is the best I've got right now.” Jimin spoke as he grabbed another helmet from the bike's storage. Swinging his leg over the jet black bike. Starting the engine the lights came on with a rumble. Pushing back his silky black hair he pulled the helmet on. Then turned to me with a visible sigh in his shoulders.

Jimin patted the seat behind him, encouraging me to hop on. As I was left speechless. Making my way toward the bike, I hesitantly sat with my hands in my lap. Doing everything in my power not to sob like a baby again. Jimin’s head lowered in front of my view. His hand reached behind him in search of mine. Once again he pulled my wrist toward him, Although this time I knew what he had meant.

“I don't know what you're thinking right now. But you have to hold on to me to be safe. Make sure your bag is secure.” He warned me shouting slightly over the sound of the engine. I clung onto Jimin as soon as the words left his mouth. Tucking all my belongings in my purse I swung it flesh to my body and under my soaked sweater. As soon as we started to move I clung onto him even tighter.

Feeling his warmth against the fast cold chill from damp clothes. The warmth I had been longing for. I sobbed spouting my feelings out knowing he couldn't hear a word over the engine and traffic. Resting my head against his back slightly. I felt my warm tears running down my face as my hands shook from the grip on his waist. Either from the cold or my body exhausted from the constant tears. I'm sure he could feel me shaking, though his focus remained dead ahead.

We reached a red light and came to a stop. The wet pavement casting hues from the city lights. Catching my breath for a moment I felt Jimin’s hand rest on mine. We had sat at the red light in silence as he held onto my hand. I had wanted nothing more than him to never let go. The light flashed back to green and he let my hand go. Back to driving. Although I knew we weren't far away from his place.

Like clockwork we had pulled into his parking space. We both got off the bike without a word. I took off my helmet and gave it back to Jimin. He took it in one hand and instantly went for his door. Not as much as looking at me. The rain had eased up just as I made my way inside right behind him. I felt like a kid who had run away from home. Just to be dragged back by their mother.

The two helmets sat halfheartedly on the black mat in front of the door. Once I got inside Jimin slammed the door, pinning me to the backside of it. I didn't dare do anything but look at the floor. My soaked vans. We stood in silence for a moment. The sound of the rain splattering off the doorstep. The glow of the soft yellow outdoor light, the only one on. I could feel my body temperature dropping from the wet attire. Jimin had backed away from me with another sigh.

“So. Why aren't you answering my calls? Ignoring me for that idiot?” He spat out in disgust. My gaze flew up to meet him in an instant.

“W-we broke.. Up.. so I just forgot to reply..” I sputtered out. A flood of fiery anxiety filled my words. So much so I could hear it. Although I knew this would be it. My last chance to push him away. I had to do everything in my power to do so. After accepting my fate I looked down to the floor again. Clutching onto the strap from my purse. My hands shaking. We stood in silence once again. The faint sound of water dripping off of us. Jimin had his arms crossed in front of me. I could feel his intense gaze on me.

“Hm. Am I really that forgetful? You can't seem to keep my name out of that mouth.” Jimin stated with a hint of rage. He must've known what I was up to. My gaze flew up to meet him in an instant yet again as I gasped for air.

“I-!" The fire traveled up to my throat scorning my tongue. I searched Jimin’s eyes for an answer. Even though I was the one who held them all.

“Well, Care to explain?" Jimin asked again. He took a step closer to me, his dark hair dripping in his face. Like a shadow looming over me. I'm sure he knew. Somewhere in his mind he knew I wasn't really over him. Not at all. I was doing everything in my power not to throw myself into his arms. Shaking like a leaf under his intense gaze, I don't dare look at. Jimin lowered his head, his hand sliding back his wet hair. “Don't move.”

He warned me. Jimin wandered down the hall for a brief moment. In that moment I could catch my breath and say what needed to be said. Not what I had desired. I heard something hit the floor and the slam of a door. Returning without his soaked leather jacket and had on a white chanel T shirt. It had been soaked through enough to see his tattoos. As well as he had a towel hung around his neck, another in hand. He came over to me again, stretching the towel in out both hands.

“Here, lean forward your shaking.” He stated ever so softly after nearly growling at me. I did as he said and leaned forward a little. My face was met with his neckline and a wave of his comforting scent washed over me. His movements were gentle and slow. A towel placed around my neck as well. Jimin was about to pull back from me again, I stopped him from meeting my tearful gaze once again. Embracing him. Upon doing so I felt him flinch slightly. I buried my face into his tense shoulder. I felt a warm hand around my back, the feeling I'd been longing for. I felt Jimin sigh.

“Seriously. Tell me. what's going on..”

After his words I flinched. Right I was supposed to be getting away from him.. But.. I grabbed onto his shirt tighter.

“I-.. I’m not good enough.” I mumbled into his shoulder.

“Hm? What did you say?” Jimin spoke softly as we held each other. I paused for a moment. I pushed him off of me and held onto his shoulders looking him dead in the eyes.

“I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH! You have hundreds of thousands hell i'd say MILLIONS of fans! People dying to meet you! Even famous people dying to meet you! I’m not worthy of the title of YOUR lover! Are you kidding me?!.. What would your fans think of- of me? Look at me. I'm standing here crying on your patio after I dumped you. On top of that I dumped one of the most popular men in the world. I’m a low class nobody with no beauty or talent..” I shouted out all the thoughts that had been in my mind when I had dumped him. On a rainy day similar to this…

“This is why you dumped me?.. Cut me off..” Jimin spoke, his gaze starstruck as I released my hold on him. Looking for an answer. Those sweet tired eyes. He placed a hand on my cheek again. The small action filled with love. Our eyes locked on eachother again. “I don't think I've ever been this mad at someone I love.”

I flinched from his words. Eyes not meeting mine. Although his hand hasn't moved from my face.

“Why can't you see? Just how amazing you are.” Jimin smiled at me softly. He brushed the tears off my cheeks again. “I chose you. I don't want anyone else. I have fans. People who want to meet me of a ‘higher class.’ That I won't deny. I've wanted to share with the world how lucky I am to have someone like you in my life. Even more so as a lover. I had asked you before, don't you remember? I know you don't want to be seen as a sort of Idol or in the public view in this way. I haven't said a word.”

I nodded in response. This was all true. The weight of Millions of eyes on me. Was something I didn't want.

“So.. THAT’S WHY I'M SO MAD!! I HAVE NEVER BEEN MAD AT ARMY BUT I'M STARTING TO WONDER IF I SHOULD BE! If they make you worry this much. I don't want to lose the one I hold dearest because of something like that.” Jimin yelled letting out his frustrations too. Tucking my hair all out of my face. He used the towel around my neck to dry it. “But listen. ARMY means the world to me, yes. ARMY is my family. But you. You're my love. Where I belong. There is enough room for everyone in my heart. Especially if that someone is you.”

“I.. I’m sorry..” I replied, dropping my head down again. Only for it to be lifted back up by Jimin's soft hand.

“Don't be sorry. Just talk to me. I didn't know this was bugging you this much. You're more than enough. In my eyes you're perfect. Even though I know you haven't seen it yet. Don't ever talk down about yourself. We are all only human. Emotions in just one price we pay either for good or bad.” Jimin reassured me. I grabbed the towel from his hands and threw it to the floor. Catching him by surprise. I nearly jumped into his embrace. “Woah- ok. I guess this means you're done ignoring me? Then? Or are you still dumping me cause I was late to realize all this-”

“NO! I’m not letting you go anywhere! I love-!” Just as I was about to proclaim my love once again, He had made a move of his own. Kissing me lovingly. Slowly. He held my body close to his, as his arms wrapped around my back. Our clothes, still wet. Clinging to each other. I could feel his muscles through his cold wet clothes. Our body warmth. Slowly he leaned his face back from me. Our bodies entangled.

“I love you. Now please stop shedding those tears. I’m here for you.” Jimin's tired eyes had seemingly been filled with content. I was filled with a longing. Making up for ‘missed time’. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him again. He had almost melted into me. “You have no idea how close I was to kissing you even as you were crying.”

“W-wait-” I realized what a beast I had just unleashed. After he spoke he kissed me again. Repeatedly over and over. Tightening his grip on my waist. Between kisses he mumbled something under his breath. “Open your mouth.”

I did as he said slowly and almost awkwardly. Jimin had never been this.. Demanding before. As soon as he had an opening he slid his tongue between my quivering lips with a moan. Like he’s devouring me whole. Under his intense kisses I let out small whimpers of my own. My face flustered as I gave myself to him. His kiss, addictive like a drug. Sliding my hands back up his chest and over his shoulders I felt him flinch a little. Adding fuel to the fire I had started. Jimin broke off the kiss. Leaving us both panting.

“Ahh..Mmm you remember our safe word hm?” Jimin questioned suddenly through breaths. We had set boundaries like this the first time we had sex together. But we haven't brought it up or used the word ever. It was shocking to say the least. But I knew we weren't going anywhere. I nodded, not meeting his gaze again. “Don't look away from me..”

Feeling his chest rise and fall rhythmically so. He unzipped my sweater slowly as he inched his face closer to mine once again. The single sound of the zipper rang through the hall as it quickly hit the floor. As he kissed me again, sliding his tongue between my lips with a smirk I could only feel. Jimin’s cold hands wandered my back, letting a small whimper escape me between harsh kisses. The strap of my purse I had clung onto desperately in prior moments, slid off my shoulder and landed on the floor. I had missed him so much his touch was driving me insane. I had opened my eyes briefly to be met with a lustful gaze devouring me.

“Hmm?” Jimin growled a little leaving a peck on my lips. “Someone’s getting confident. Daring to take a glance at me like this.”

“I.. uhm.. Yeah..” All words escaped me as my lungs were clawing for air. We hadn't moved from the entrance since we had walked in. Now a small growing collection of items on the floor under our feet. Jimin and I stood embracing each other as our eyes were locked. His eyes, easy to read, holding the sharp glint of lust. He suddenly slid his cold hand under the back of my crop top. I moaned out from shock. “Ah-uh!”

“H-hey. Your hands are freezing.”

“I think you mean we're freezing. We're both standing here in the hallway dripping wet.” Jimin retorted, sliding his hands about under the back of my top. Tracing my shoulders. Suddenly he leaned down resting his head on my shoulder. His wet hair cold against my flushed skin. My hands resting on Jimin’s tense shoulders. “Hm.. I love you so much. Don't do that again.”

He growled, although it was more like sulking. He licked a trail up my neck, pulling the collar on my top down a little. Revealing more of my neck. Leaving feathered kisses around my neck as I felt myself turning flustered. Seriously this was too much. My head was already spinning from the whiplash of emotions from tonight. I felt his hand tense trying to bring me even closer to him. Suddenly he bit down on my neck.

“Ahh~!” A moan ripped through my throat by my own surprise. By reflex I went to cover my mouth. Jimin had caught my arm. His warm breath fanning over the mark I'm sure he had left.

“No... Don't cover your mouth. I want to hear you.” He mumbled into my neck leaving more soft kisses. I felt his lips curl into a smirk as he pulled away. We were untangled for only a moment. Jimin ripped his shirt off and slammed it onto the floor. His hair is still wet, dripping a little as he shakes it out of his eyes. His muscles and figure damp from the rain. As my eyes traveled I was met with a not so shocking discovery. A visible bulge in his tight black jeans. “See something you like?”

Jimin teased as he chuckled a little and shook his head. My face had turned bright red the moment I had made eye contact. Stepping back toward me, he took my hand and placed it on his bare chest. I felt his heartbeat. Beating nearly as fast as mine.

“Only you do this to me” Jimin gestured to his whole body. Flustered again by his sly words I looked away. Although I took my chance and slid my hand down his form, feeling his abs quiver under my touch. There was something satisfying about the feeling.

“Only you.. make me think about.. things like this.” I said my gaze meeting Jimin’s abdomen. Before I knew what was coming he was devouring me again. The thought in the back of my mind why he had asked me about the safe word. Like he had known what I was thinking he placed a hand on my hip the other on my face. Pulling our hips together. The feeling makes me flinch, my knees weak. He had taken me and switched places with me. His back now in front of the door, encouraging me to walk down the hall. Although I'm not entirely sure how easy it'd be with him still devouring me.

“Mm- where are- we- mm going?” I questioned between kisses. Jimin paused for a moment

“A place you're quite familiar with.” He smirked. I tapped him on the chest with my fist for a brief moment. Before he took said hand we arrived in his room. His scent was overwhelmingly strong, my body flustered at the thought. I sat down on the bed, my knees about to collapse beneath me. My body begging for me to call out to him. As he stood above me. Jimin undid his belt although did not toss it to the floor rather, he climbed on top of me. Smothering me in more kisses. As he tugged at the hem of my shirt he looked up at me as almost a confirmation. The wet shirt then whisked off my form as Jimin was now fully on top of me. Leaving one soft kiss on my cheek as he pulled away. ‘Now then, let’s see those hands.”

“W-wait! You're not serious.” I nearly sat up in shock. Although he pushed me back down, sliding his hand down my torso. The dots finally connecting in my head. Not that I had not trusted him. Rather I wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of him. It wasn't helping how he was looming over me wet and shirtless. He seemed to have other plans, tying my hands together with his black leather belt. “J-jimin hang on. Please I-”

“These feelings aren't going anywhere. And now. Neither are you.”

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magicshopaholic · 3 months

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Flipped (Jimin x OC)

Summary: Jimin meets his childhood love in his childhood hometown.

Pairing: Jimin x OC

Genre: Exes; humour, banter, flirting, fluff

Word count: 2.1 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: none

A/N: I may as well have denounced editing. Still, I've been looking forward to this little drabble for a good while now, so here it is. Since it's a drabble, it can be read standalone. Set about three months after Near Misses and a couple of weeks after Helping Hands.

This contains a little detail from a super popular movie that I watched on a flight after forever so kudos to anyone who can identify it :)

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @dreaming-with-happiness @confessionsofamarshlily @jiminjhang purpleseoul7 @sumzysworld

Listen to: "heart“ by stars

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The moment Jimin knew that he was in it, bad, was when he first saw Kim Sooah at a volleyball match.

It was against a neighbouring school and while the girls’ matches rarely pulled in the crowd that the boys’ matches did, somehow, the crowd was almost as large that day. Jimin attributed it to the fact that Sooah was playing; it was, after all, the only reason he was here.

That, and the fact that Taehyung had dragged him along. Although Jimin would never admit it to him, he was glad he came, for the atmosphere was incredible. There was at least a hundred people there, from several schools in the district, cheering and hooting with tiny bottles of water in their hands.

“Imagine if we get even half this crowd when we debut,” muttered Taehyung to him in a low voice. Despite the sardonic tone, Jimin could detect the longing in his statement.

His focus reverted to Sooah fairly quickly, however. The match was midway, as far as he could tell, and the girls on both teams were amped up and energetic and sweaty. Jimin didn’t even know which team was winning; all he could tell was that Sooah looked serious and in concentration as her team gathered before a serve, discussing something and pointing vaguely at each other.

Her hair was in a ponytail at the top of her head, the ends damp and sticking to the back of her neck. Jimin watched in awe and something else as she brushed it away absently, exposing the glowing skin and making his cheeks heat up. Her legs were lean and toned under her shorts as she jogged on the spot, but when his gaze moved up to her face, he frowned.

Was she crying? It was a hot day, but her nose was red. Even from this distance, it was unmistakable, the redness at the tip and the sniff that followed it. But her eyes seemed dry… Jimin watched in confusion as she sneezed and one of her team members snickered and patted her shoulder comfortingly, while Sooah rolled her eyes but smiled back, tapping her nose with a cupped hand.

It happened one more time - the sneeze, the sniff, the tapping of her nose which seemed to be a habit she wasn’t even aware of – before Jimin realised what it was. It was allergies. Kim Sooah - perfect, popular, dream girl Kim Sooah - had allergies. To what, he did not know, but he could recognise the signs and moreover, could feel his chest fill up with a warm admiration and amusement that despite being a bit of a hot mess, she’d not only shown up to play but was visibly enthusiastic and focused on the game.

The team dispersed and got into their positions, Sooah somewhere on the side as her teammate got ready to serve. Just before play resumed, Sooah sneezed again.

And Jimin’s heart flipped.

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The sky is still light when the sun disappears over the horizon, across Sooah’s parents’ house. She snaps a picture that does the sight no justice and stretches her legs where she’s sitting on the pavement in front of the house. The street is quiet and empty, which is why even the slightest movement causes her to look up.

“Tell me it’s a coincidence that you’re in Busan the same weekend you knew I’d be here.” Jimin raises his eyebrows as he approaches her, a smug hint of a smile on his face.

His hair is a gorgeous silvery blond for the upcoming Europe leg of his tour. He’d sent her a picture of it while the stylist was still colouring it, and Sooah had spent the rest of the night wondering if it would feel like silk.

“Tell me it’s a coincidence that you’re on this street when your parents’ house is two blocks away.”

He smiles sheepishly and sits next to her, smelling clean and light and floral. “Totally a coincidence.”

“Same here.” She nudges his shoulder with hers. “How’s tour going?”

“You aren’t keeping up on social media?” He feigns shock. “I’m hurt, Sooah.”

“I have a job now. I can’t remain a teenage fangirl forever.” But she gives him a playful smile along with it, which he returns.

“So this is where you lived before Seoul, huh,” he remarks after a few moments. “One of my childhood friends used to live right down this street, somewhere at the end.”

“We might have crossed paths, too,” she offers.

“Nah, I would remember.” He plays absently with the loose laces of her shoe. “But I’m glad you moved to Seoul when you did.”

“I’m glad you did, too.” Sooah feels her stomach flutter slightly at the memory. “I wish you’d introduced yourself sooner.”

“We were in the same class, Kim Sooah,” he points out. “You could have noticed sooner.”

She nods, not missing the defensive note. “Yeah, I could’ve. Sorry.”

There is silence for a minute during which Sooah looks out at the horizon in her childhood neighbourhood, sitting beside her childhood love.

“Taehyung told me you went to Jeju with Hyeri and her gang a couple of weeks ago.”

“I did. It was nice. A little hot, but fun.”

“Yeah? Partied hard?”

“Kind of.” A smile flashes across her face. “It’s getting harder to pull all-nighters in my old age.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he says teasingly, before pausing. “I heard you guys booked a whole villa.”

“Hyunjin got a great deal on Airbnb or something so he booked it. It was huge.”

“That’s cool. I heard all the couples got their own rooms.”

“They did.”

“Hmm.” He nods. “Rooming is overrated.”

“I agree. I don't think I managed a single shower in my room before the hot water got over.”

There’s the distant sound of children playing in the park down a couple of streets over. Sooah glances at Jimin out of the corner of her eye; he’s looking straight at the horizon, his jawline sharp and eyes partially hidden by his bangs.

“Glad you had fun, I guess,” he says after a moment, still staring ahead.

“Yeah. Hyeri is a much better friend than a roommate, though, for future reference.”

She doesn’t pretend to miss how he visibly catches on. “For future reference?” he asks. “You mean in case I ever want to room with Hyeri?”

“You never know. I know how much you love rooming with friends from high school.”

Jimin nods, but Sooah doesn’t miss the twitch at the corner of his mouth. He glances at Sooah and presumably sees her much more obvious smile, and rolls his eyes. “I hate you,” he states, shaking his head but failing to hide his sheepish grin.

Sooah giggles. “Jesus Christ, Chim. If you want to know if I’m single, just ask.”

A small patch of pink appears on his cheek. “Historically, that hasn’t always given me the answer I want.”

“Let’s try it. Repeat after me: ‘Sooah, are you in a relationship?’”

He gives her a look but decides to humour her. “Sooah, are you in a relationship?” he asks deliberately.

“No, Jimin, I am not. But hopefully I will be, soon enough. Are you in a relationship?”

“This is a coincidence but I’m not either. But if things go well, I’m hoping I will be, too.”

“Interesting. Why aren’t you right now?”

“Well, the girl I have a thing for is a bit of an enigma, if I’m being honest.” Jimin tosses his hair out of his eyes and smirks slightly. “She’s very popular and we never seem to get the timing right.”

Sooah can’t help but smile, feeling her face soften at the confession. “You’re bound to, eventually. Right?”

He nods slowly, his grin fading but not all the way. “I hope so. The problem is…” He looks away and ducks his head. “I don’t know. I guess part of me always feels like a quiet nerd around her, no matter how much time passes.”

“Lucky for you, I have a thing for cute and shy nerds,” she says after a moment, dropping all pretense and resisting the urge to rest her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“M-hm. Even when they get all ripped and start wearing designer clothes and have hoards of fans in love with them,” she says, “I find myself very fond of the person they are underneath all that.”

Jimin swallows and lets out a soft chuckle, before meeting her gaze, his eyes swimming with a hundred different thoughts. “I really feel like I’ve messed it up too many times with her, though,” he admits quietly.

Sooah nudges his shoulder again and this time rests her head on it as well. “She might share some of the blame for that, too,” she murmurs. “But you’ll never know if you don’t try.” She feels him nod, slowly, and she holds her breath as he starts to say something. Instead, she suddenly sneezes.

“Oh, God, no,” she grumbles, brushing strands of hair out of her face. “What - what is that? Are you wearing a new perfume or something? Because I think I might be allergic. What?” she asks, catching sight of his big grin that only widens when she frowns.

“You do this thing when you get your allergies,” he tells her. “This thing with your hand.”

“What thing?”

“Like this.” He mimics it, tapping his nose with his cupped hand. “It’s extremely cute.”

Sooah feels her face heat up in both pleasure and embarrassment. “Oh. I didn’t realise.”

“I know. But you’ve always done it. You did it when you were front row at our debut,” he reminds her.

At this, she smiles as well, reliving the old but clear memory. “Yeah, I was having allergies then, too. Can’t believe you noticed me in the crowd.”

“It was, like, thirty people.”

She nods in agreement, but then shrugs. “You still put on a hell of a show, Chimmy.”

“Shut up,” he mutters bashfully. “You should come for a concert now. There are actual lightsticks so you don’t have to wave the torch on your Nokia.” He flashes her a smile. “I’ll send you a flying kiss from the stage. The other girls there will hate you.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she says dryly. “Although I think it might be harder to spot me in a crowd of thirty thousand.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll always spot you.”

Sooah’s heart flips. “I might just take you up on that offer. But you have enough girls in the front row, chasing after you.”

The same grins flickers on his face before he looks down at the road. “As long as you’re the only one who comes backstage with me, I’m good.”

“Really? You don’t think we’ve grown out of making out backstage after your show?”

“Never. We even have private rooms now. Where do you think Taehyung and Namjoon disappear for twenty minutes after every show?”

“And you want to join the club?”

“Depends. Are you joining me backstage?”

“Depends. Are you asking me to join you backstage?”

Jimin sighs hugely, giving her a look the whole time. “We can’t just let anyone backstage, you know? They only started making exceptions once Namjoon and Kaya started dating. Jungkook isn’t allowed to bring his flings back there either.”

“So it depends on whether I’m a girlfriend or a fling?” Her stomach flutters with anxiety at her own words. “Choose wisely, Jimin.”

The half-hearted smile tells Sooah that he’s picked up on the loaded statement. I feel like I’ve messed it up too many times, though. She bites her lip at the reminders, the slew of memories of both she and him drawn to each other multiple times, only to push each other away before anything could come of it.

On the pavement, Jimin slips his hand into hers, lacing their fingers together. “I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d be the guy to whom Kim Sooah says yes twice.”

She bites her lip and smiles, wide. His fingers feel steady in between hers. “Sometimes it happens,” she says, tilting her head up and meeting him in a soft kiss. “Yes,” she whispers, her eyes staying closed, their noses still brushing against each other.

Jimin doesn’t pull away immediately, but she feels him squeeze her hand. “Will I see you at the next show then?” he murmurs. “I can get you a ticket.”

“Front row?”

“I’ll be looking for you,” he promises, pressing a kiss to her forehead before sitting back in his original position but somehow feeling closer than before.

Sooah nods in assent. Sitting before her childhood home with her childhood love, she drops her head on his shoulder. A moment later, she feels his head rest on hers.

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pars-ley · 1 year

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Make it move

Pairing: Idol Jimin x female reader

Summary: Being the girlfriend of an idol definitely had its perks, but witnessing the choreography for their new song first hand was a big one.

Genres: Idol au / established relationship / smut / fluff / drabble

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: adorable Jimin, like too cute for words / run bts jimin / steamy elevator scene / clitoral stimulation / heavy kissing / a little grinding / talks of a strip tease /

W/c: 1.7k

Beta: @pjmparadise thank you!

Banner: @jinsquishes it’s perfect thank you!

Notes: I started this after the Run BTS choreography video came out and I was inspired. Possibly, I might be thinking of making a part two inspired by Jimin’s iconic ‘filter’ performance, if you would like me to, let me know in the comments.

Jimin led you by the hand to the studio, his fingers entwined with yours pulling you along excitedly and leaving you jogging to keep up with him.

The dance studio was full of people, dancers, and staff; your name being called loudly in chorus drew your attention. As the guys all ran over, you were encased in six warm hugs and relished their loving grip. It had been too long since you’d seen them all together.

"Yoongi, your hair!" You reach up and touch the ends, shocked by the length and the way he wore it; the half-up, half-down hairstyle really suits him.

"You like it?" He asks, with that cute gummy smile and slight pink to his cheeks.

"I love it! You look very handsome, more so than usual." You wink playfully, sensing Jimin's eyes on you as the words leave your mouth.

"Ah," he wines at your side. "Don't tell him that."

You laugh, cupping his face. "Don't worry. No one compares to you." Leaning in and kissing him on the corner of his lips and enjoying the sight of his cheeks flushing, and he can't contain the immense grin spread across his face.

Taehyung’s arms are around your waist, interrupting the moment and sweeping you up in the air, and spinning you in a circle. You can’t help the giggle that escapes. "Where have you been?" He asked, setting you back down.

"I know it's been too long; working and studying have been kicking my ass." His hands find yours, and you squeeze them.

"You know what they say, all work and no play…" he twirls you around fast before giving you another tight hug.

"And that's exactly why I'm here."

"Well, in that case, let's get you a front-row seat to the show." He calls out.

"Hey Tae, can I have this jacket when you're done with it?" You play with the fringe design on the black leather.

Beaming at you, he replies. "How can I say no to Jimin's girl?"

"I'm just kidding!" You give him a playful nudge with your elbow.

There was a shout to get into positions, and the boys run off waving to you.

"Come, sit down." Jimin leads you to a chair at the front and centre of their grouping, kissing you on the cheek before running off to take his position with the rest of the guys. Your hands wring nervously in your lap at the idea of watching this new routine; you knew you'd love it, that was a given, but nevertheless, your stomach turns with anticipation.

With everyone in position, the music starts.

You recognise the song immediately, your favourite out of the new ones they did for their last album, Run BTS. Leaning forward on the edge of your seat a little more, anticipating the routine with your fingers clinging to the edge of your seat.

The complex choreography and the teaming of the backup dancers were definitely impressive, it looked like one of the more complicated dance routines they had done.

When Jimin comes into your view, dancing with Jungkook, of course, you can't keep your eyes off him; not only was the way he moved through the steps mesmerising, but also his choice of top. Every so often, his grey crop jumper would ride up enough for you to have a glimpse of his abs. The sight was enough to have you squeeze your legs together to ease the throbbing between your thighs. With every jump in the routine, the jumper would lift, teasing you to what was underneath, to what you currently couldn’t run your hands along.

When the music stops, your body still vibrates wildly from the thrum of your pounding heart.

Jimin came running over to you, eyes bright with excitement and breathing hard, but he managed to gasp out, "So, what did you think?" Leaning down toward you with his hands on his knees.

You bite your lower lip, wondering how to answer when all you can think of is peeling that sweaty jumper off him, clinging to him like you longed to.

"Didn't you like it?" A frown marring his beautiful face upsets you, not realising how long you're taking to answer.

"Are you kidding? I loved it. It's perfect." You shift in your seat to try and ease the painful ache between your legs. "You are perfect."

He seems to search your eyes, confusion wrinkling his brow. "What's on your mind?"

You sit on the edge of your seat, legs crossed tightly and hands squeezed tightly together. "You."

You watch as understanding falls across his soft features and heat sparks in his eyes.

"Take me somewhere?" Your voice, husky and thick with desire made it sound like a question, it was anything but. The urgency you feel must have transcended into your voice because he takes your hand and pulls you hastily out of the room.

You didn't even glance at the boys or wave goodbye, your only focus is Jimin.

Your skin is hot and tingling at the prospect of being touched by him, and the sensation is almost suffocating, leaving you unable to think about anything else as Jimin drags you hastily down the hall to the elevator. He smashes the button repeatedly until the doors ding open.

Once inside, he was on you; full, delicious lips on yours, the slight taste of sweat as you explored his mouth with your tongue. Your lips glide together like silk, and when you gently suck his bottom lip into your mouth, he groans against you, the sound arousing you further. His hands were on your face and sliding down your body, fingers running through your hair, they were everywhere all at once, urgent and desperate, and yet, it still wasn’t enough. Your hands went up under his jumper, instantly slick with his sweat as they travelled along his hard abs and chest, gliding around to his strong back, causing fresh arousal to pool in your underwear.

He backs you against the mirrored wall as you feel his hands slide down the backs of your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before abruptly pulling them out from under you and lifting you off the ground. You tighten your legs around his waist as his fingers explore along the underneath of your thighs, travelling up below your skirt. You almost jolt when you feel his feather light touch reach the edge of your panties, fingertips skating across the arousal seeping through the thin material.

“Oh baby,” he gasps with surprise against your mouth. “Tell me what you need.”

His lips travel down your neck, the throbbing between your legs becoming unbearable.

“I need you inside me.”

He smirks, gorgeous lips twisting sexily in a lopsided smile, knowing his power and fully ready to use it. “Should I tease you?” he wasn’t asking; he had already made up his mind.

“Please, Jimin. I don’t think I can take it.” You writhe against him, unable to stop yourself, the desperation obvious.

“Hmmm,” he thrusts up against you, his erection concealed by his jeans, hitting you in the place you were quivering with need. A loud moan escapes your lips, his name falling out too somewhere. The prickle of sweat forming at the back of your neck, feeling too hot and aware of too many layers against your skin, now yearning to be free. His fingertips skate over the slick material covering your overly sensitive bud, and your stomach tightens. You were already so close, so eager to feel the ecstasy take over your body. You rotate your hips against his fingers as he traces gentle but fast circles against your clit.

“Baby, you are so needy tonight. Is this what watching me dance does to you, hm?” He whispers against your neck.

You nod, barely registering his words as you feel the tightness growing, ready to snap.

Chasing the high, the most sinful sounds leave you, singing loudly and personally serenading Jimin.

"Yes, don't stop. Don't stop." You gasp out as your body finally gives out, legs tightening around him as pleasure hits you, rendering you blind with white light as wave after wave of bliss rides through you. He kisses you gently while you unravel, your core pulsing hard around nothing.

Your thumping heart begins to return to normal as some semblance of relief and satisfaction hits, albeit very briefly, but it sates you enough to think straight again.

“That’s got to be a record for you, no?” He asks you, that smug look returning.

Laughing and shaking your head as he releases your legs and places your feet back on the ground. “Clearly, I really like watching you dance.”

Excitement glitters darkly in his eyes as he adjusts his erection, tucking it into the waistband of his jeans. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely.”

He takes your hand and entwines his fingers with yours again, kissing the back of your hand and tucking some stray strands of hair behind your ears as he strokes your cheeks with the back of his fingertips. Before coming in close and placing a tender kiss against your lips.

“Maybe I’ll give you a private dance when we get back home.” He winks at you playfully, but he’s planted the seed. All you could envision was him giving you the most sensual performance you could possibly imagine, just for your eyes, and fresh arousal seeps into your underwear. Squeezing your legs together to try and get some relief from your already throbbing sex. Jimin raises an eyebrow at your lip-biting and cheeks heating with a dusting of pink.

“I have a request.” you say thoughtfully.

“Anything.” His eyes scream desperation, almost as much as yours do.

“Wear your ‘FIlter’ suit?” you bite your lip, suddenly shy to ask for something you’ve wanted for quite some time.

His devastatingly handsome smirk answers your request as does the glint of darkness flashing across his eyes. “The red or purple?”

Oh god, how could you decide, you didn’t care, just the thought of him in either suit was enough to make you groan out loud.

He laughs, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you and you already knew he would not end your suffering anytime soon. Your heart pounds so hard you can hear it echo in your ears; all you can do is try to keep up as your stomach flips with anticipation. The look of desperation mirrors in his eyes as he pulls you from the elevator as soon as the doors open and whisks you out, pulling you with the promise of everything you need and more than you could have wished for.

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Annoyed Series

Jimin

Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader

Word count- 971 Words

Includes- Everything is consensual, established relationship, teasing, brief fingering, missionary, squirting, fluff

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"Ha! Pay me", she giggles as my monopoly piece lands on her property

And she has freaking hotels so it's going to cost a lot

More than I have

"Three hundred Min"

"I only have one fifty left", I murmur

"You gotta borrow from the bank again"

I'm so over this game

I'm losing badly

"I'm tired baby", I tell her

She smirks, raising her eyebrow, "You liar. You're not tired. You're just tired of losing"

"Baby stop", I growl, standing up from the bed and getting the game box from my desk

"Aww poor Min, such a sore loser", she laughs

"Jo", I warn

"Such a big cry baby when you don't win"

That's it

I glare at her as I drop the box to the floor and walk right to her

Pushing her back on the game board, she yelps as I shove her night dress up and off

We just got out of the shower before we decided to play the game and she's already completely bare for me

And me, I'm just in boxers which is easy to take off

"Jimin", she squeals

"Shush", I snap, sliding two fingers in her soaked waiting cunt

She takes my fingers easily, sucking them in and clamping down on them

"You think it's funny", I growl, pulling my fingers out then slamming them back in

Her body arches as she moans, flooding my hand

"You like teasing me when you know losing is a sore spot for me?"

"I don't...I...I...", she babbles as I drive my fingers into her spot, her pussy so loud in the room

"What's the matter? Can't talk?", I tease meanly

With one last thrust, I pull my fingers out, her whining immediately

Pulling my boxers down, I move on top of her, holding her down on the bed as I push my hard cock into her hole

"Min", she moans, her pussy taking me and stretching so pleasurably for me

Thrusting in hard, I bottom out, her cunt clenching as I hit her spot, shouts of my name echoing off the walls

I slam my hands down on either side of her head, my right hand landing on top of the gameboard and some hotel pieces

Ignoring them, I pull my dick out then fuck back into her hard, impaling her pretty tight wet cunt on my cock

I move hard and fast, the sound of our skin smacking against each other's so pretty

Her hand moves under her, shoving game pieces away as her legs wrap tightly around my waist, her back lowering and resting on the gameboard, fake money spilling out from under her

Her boobs wiggle in my face as I drive my cock into her spot, game pieces flying off the bed and hitting the floor

"You know I hate losing baby but still you think it's a good idea to make fun of me?", I growl, both our bodies becoming sweaty and mixing together

"Nnn..no...I...I'm sorry", she whines, her hand slamming down on the bottom game board, holding onto the edge hard as I rail her into our bed

"Yeah you'll be sorry", I grunt, the pleasure out of this fucking world

She always feels so fucking good for me, always so tight, creaming my cock like a waterfall

I can fucking hear it, the squelching, it turning me on so much more knowing she's making a mess all over me

Her pussy throbs wonderfully, so tight as I drive both of us closer

Sitting up, I watch her stomach bulge with each thrust of my cock, the sight of that and of tears streaming down her face driving me crazy

"Fuck, look at your tummy baby", I murmur, mesmerized, "Bulging every time I fuck into you, I'm going that deeply"

She nods, sobbing, "Feels so good Jimin. Fuck, so good. Gonna cum"

I raise my eyebrow, "Oh are you?"

"Yyy..yes", she hiccups

Grabbing her chin, I make her look at me, "The only way I'll let you cum is if you promise you'll never make fun of me again when I lose a game"

"I promise!", she yells, "I swear!"

I nod, moving my hand to her clit and playing with it as I fuck her, "Good. You can cum"

"Fuck! Jimin!", she screams as her shaking body arches off the gameboard, her cunt squirting around my cock

My body is thrown into ecstasy and I shove my cock inside her, coming at the same time

"Joanne fuck! Yes baby!"

Her pussy is still squirting, a mixture of my cum and her squirt all over the game, the pieces, the fake money

And I don't give one shit

I rub her clit through it, her pussy milking my length at the same time she's squirting, her fingers holding onto the board so hard her knuckles are white

Her body relaxes into the bed bit by bit as the pleasure leaves us, her ragged breathing reaching my ears

I look down at her, into her beautiful fucked out brown eyes, smirking at her

Leaning down, I press my lips against hers, kissing her deeply

Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me against her as we kiss

Moving us, I shove the game and as many pieces as I can off the bed, getting the blanket over us, our lips never separating

When the kiss ends, she lays her head on my chest, her body cuddling against mine

I hold her tightly, playing with her hair

"I love you", I tell her

"I love you", she whispers sleepy, making me smile at how sleepy she always is after sex

It's adorable

But I have one more thing to tell her before she sleeps

"Oh by the baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Looks like the game is ruined from your squirting so we can't play it anymore", I say gleefully

She sighs, "Ok Jimin"

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Fuck boy | 01

Synopsis: Jimin being the fuck boy of the school isn’t something new. He’s known for sleeping with a new girl everyday. What happens when you’re the next one?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warning: Mature language, Mature content

Genre: smut, toxic, angst, fluff

Word count: 6k

A/N: I decided to rewrite this series before it has more chapters. Haven’t been writing this story at all not going to lie. It has been quite an ick going back to it, but I kinda developed something for it, so if you guys want it, let me know.

“Fuck, you’re so tight” you heard Jimin’s voice from inside the dorm. Making you shiver with how gross you felt.

You just had to get lucky enough to be sharing a room with a guy, oh and not just any type of guy. It’s one of those that loves to fuck around, literally.

You regret the moment they told you about sharing a dorm with a male. You mentally cursed yourself with all types of words.

The idea of sharing a dorm with a guy was already making you upset. And you knew you shouldn’t make conclusions too soon. But you did.

And hell were you right.

After a long day of classes and getting the chance to finally go back to your dorm, to just hear these kinds of things makes you want to throw up.

Some girl moaning and him fucking someone new everyday. There’s no words to explain the irritation you felt every time you came to your dorm. It’s not just a one time thing either. He has done this multiple times, without any fucking shame.

You want to avoid this as much as possible, and sometimes you succeed. But going to the library every time for no reason gets annoying. Just walking there is far enough. So besides that, you had nowhere else to go. You don’t have many friends, no love life, and no parties to go to. But to be fair it’s just Thursday night.

But even if it was fucking friday, you still wouldn’t go out.

So you waited until they are done, until their little fucking seccion is done. And unfortunately this has become a daily thing for you. Coming into your dorm and hearing high pitch moaning. It wasn’t just disturbing, but it was fucking disgusting.

You are sure you aren’t the only one that has heard this, many pass by this hallway, many sleep here. So you know you aren’t the only one.

The hate you have for this guy is unbelievable. He just doesn’t stop. And you could care less if he fucks someone everyday, fuck that’s the least of your worries, you just want him to not do it in the dorm.

If he fucks one or two girls a day is not your business, you just want him to have the fucking decency to fuck them somewhere else. Somewhere far from your dorm because in the end, this is your dorm too.

“Get out from where you came from” he firmly said, his voice sort of loud.

That’s another thing about him. He treats girls like absolute shit. Well not just the girls he sleeps with, but everyone in general. So it goes to literally everyone he decides to fuck around with.

He isn’t romantic, he has never shown signs of having a relationship and actually maintaining them for long. If he did have a relationship it was cut short, mostly because for him they get boring and they become shitty.

But an asshole will always be an asshole, right?

Hearing the door knob open, you finally get up from the floor, cleaning the dust from your pants. In a few seconds, a girl comes out smiling and giggling to herself. Walking right past you, not even saying anything.

“Didn’t I see that girl last week?” you said quietly, trying to remember if you did or not, she was covering herself with sunglasses and a hat last time, so maybe it might have been her, but you don’t recognize her fully.

Why do they always come back to him? You thought to yourself. You have always said that you would never go back to a guy that treats women the way he does. It’s crazy to see the amount of them wanting a second night with him.

The way they would beg him for another night and because he might be horny he accepts it. They are all crazy and truly stupid. You will stay with your word to not ever be with someone like him.

With a sigh, and more thoughts inside your mind, you finally entered the dorm.

Once you stepped foot inside, the first thing you did was look around. Your side was normal, it was clean like it usually is. However, his side of the room was a mess. Clothes all over his side of the floor, shoes and a belt on the side. And a piece of fabric on the floor, which by looking at it closely you found out it was underwear.

So that means she left without it. Gross, you thought to yourself.

Without looking around anymore, you rushed to your side. Already putting your belongings on the small desk. “Too much homework” you whispered to yourself, as you threw your head back. The teachers just give the homework like it’s nothing. Get one and get a billion free.

With a groan, you opened your backpack. Taking out your laptop and placing it on the desk.

“I’ll have friends over, don’t bother any of us.” he told you with a firm voice.

The audacity of him to even tell you that. He doesn’t even ask, it’s like he is demanding you. The fucking shame of this guy. What were they ever thinking when they put him here? Why did your old roommate have to leave?

They have never put a boy and a girl in the same dorm before, ever. Maybe because it ends up with them fucking each other, or privacy invasion. So why was it different this time? Not that you’re planning on sleeping with him, but it’s just curiosity to know their thoughts..

“I wasn’t planning to.” you loudly said, almost like in a yelling way so he could hear. As you closed your backpack, you heard him getting up from his bed.

“Mmm attitude? I like it.” he said while grabbing his clothes from the floor. Looking in his direction, you didn’t expect to see him naked. Like literally naked. Quickly you turned away, closing your eyes shut.

“What the fuck!? Can’t you just change?” you yelled at him, having your eyes still closed. Okay fucking someone in the same dorm is something but being naked like he’s the only one in the dorm is disgusting. He isn’t the only one here and he knows that, yet he still continues.

“Well I didn’t have time to change” he said in between laughs. Finding this situation funny. This guy is unbelievable.

“You know you want me” he said, while buttoning his shirt. Something that made you laugh out loud. It’s so funny if he thinks that you want to sleep with him. Hell no you don’t, not even if you were truly drunk and out of your mind.

Just having sex with him seemed like a nightmare, it was even making you shiver.

“Not every girl wants to sleep with your horny ass” you laughed, opening your eyes back up.

“But I bet you would love it though” he barked back, not liking your smart mouth. Rolling your eyes, you decided to ignore him. Of course you won’t. This guy is crazy.

You wouldn’t enjoy such a thing. The idea seemed horrifying to you. He may be good looking but that doesn’t cover enough from who he truly is.

“You know what, I’ll go to their dorm instead. See you later stupid” he said as he walked out of the dorm. Swinging the door shut.

Taking a deep breath in, you threw your sweater with all force into the bed. “I fucking hate you so much Jimin.” you yelled, forming a fist with your hand. He just knows exactly how to get on your nerves. It excites him.

Just talking to him like this fucking irritates you. It makes you so annoyed to the point you would just go up to him and slap the shit out of him. It seems so violent, but it isn’t.

Not when it comes to hitting him.

After a couple of hours of finally relaxing yourself and calming yourself down, you went to the desk and grabbed your laptop.

You needed a break from Jimin’s bullshit and the amount of homework you did today. From all the things you learned that you will forget in due time.

“I have nothing else to do, might as well check social media.” you said, sitting in your bed as you slowly opened your laptop. Checking the school blog is the first thing you do.

The school blog is basically a page where people post about things they do. It doesn’t matter what it is. Most of their posts are sometimes bad or just sexual. It’s either them smoking, going to parties, or even short video of them fucking someone. But that’s not what you like about the page.

It’s a pretty fucking wild page, one that only immature college students can create. But it’s fun to visit from time to time. Just to see how fucked up everyone is. However, that isn’t what you like about the damn page.

What you enjoy is the drama.

Most people think that just because some don’t talk much it means they will just say nothing to others about what they hear.

Your mind sometimes is on another fucking level though.

Well actually, you and your smart mind have made a whole notepad of things. It’s filled with secrets that can break anyone’s relationships or even friendships. And if they ever try to hurt you then with a click of a button you can post a little something in there with the secret account.

No one has ever found out about it. And that’s what keeps you going. It’s honestly really fun seeing people want to keep their secrets hidden. Or how they would do anything to keep it hidden. Even if it means giving money, or doing something embarrassing in front of everyone.

Scrolling through the page you come across an article. “Kelly the slut” you said as you read the title. Kelly. That name sounds really familiar. You thought as you were trying to remember who she was, until you realized that there was a picture of her. “Ah! That Kelly. Wait she looks really familiar” you added loudly as you read through the article.

“Kelly is known for being popular, but popular for fucking very boy she sees. Maybe even girls, who knows? It was said and seen that she was sleeping with our one and only Park Jimin." After you read that you looked up at the wall with wide eyes.

“I knew I recognized that girl yesterday” you said while putting your hand over your mouth.

The girl from yesterday tried so hard to hide herself, she seemed so scared she even ran out of the room. Not scared of what she did, but of getting caught for what it seemed. No wonder.

Why are you surprised? Well because that’s Jimin's best friend’s girlfriend. Kelly and Taehyung were dating for 6 months you think or at least remember something like that. Everyone knew that relationship wouldn’t last since Kelly is easy with guys. When she sees someone new her first thought is to fuck with him.

She doesn’t feel shame about that, quite frankly she admits to it. And when she got into a relationship everyone was shocked.

And now this is pretty disgusting honestly.

“I feel bad for him” you said to yourself.

Even though Taehyung is friends with Jimin, he’s a kind guy. Of course you don’t talk much with him. Just some exchange of words or some few conversations with him. Nothing much. But you have seen the difference in both of them.

Sometimes you wonder why he’s friends with Jimin since he is a kind and sweet guy and well Jimin is the opposite.

“How could she!?” you said while scrolling and reading the comments. Feeling intrigued over this news.

“No surprise. They both fuck anyone they see” Said a random comment. Scrolling down you continue to read more. “Fuck why are we surprise? we’re talking about the biggest players” said another comment.

“I wonder for how long.” you spoke up while resting your face on your hand. Now this is interesting. Who could’ve thought that he would do that to his best friend. Can you even call him a friend at this point, did Jimin even care for Taehyung?

Just to know the betrayal Taehyung might be going through without even knowing it makes you feel awful. You didn’t do anything, but you can feel it.

While continuing to scroll down the article, you randomly heard a loud knocking on the door.

“Who’s there?” you yelled while slowly closing your laptop and heading straight towards the door. Jimin did say he was going to his friend’s dorm. And well he has keys if the door is ever locked.

With a confused face, you open the door, revealing an angry Taehyung. Who was standing with a fist on his hand. “Where is he y/n?” he said while looking over you, trying to see if he could spot something or more like someone.

“Who are you looking for?” you asked him, even though you knew exactly who he was looking for, it was obvious. Without saying a word his eyes averted straight at you, and it wasn’t an angry look but more of a sad one.

“Jimin, where is he?” he asked not raising his voice at all, even though he was angry he kept his cool. He was calmly talking to you, not yelling or trying to move past you.

Taehyung, you poor thing.

“He’s not here Taehyung, he said he went to your dorm.” you told him while your eyes looked around the hallways. Wait, so Jimin lied? Or did he hear the news on his way there?

“You know already right? About Kelly and Jimin?” he asked with such sadness in his eyes. You knew this hurt him a lot, it was his best friend fucking his girlfriend after all. A friend he trusted and a girl he liked.

But if you dare to ask him if he is okay he will start crying. You can just feel it. However, you have to ask anyway.

“Yeah, I heard. Are you alright?” you asked that stupid question that was no clearer than glass. And just like you predicted it, he started crying immediately, while shaking his head.

“No, I’m not” he wiped his tears with his hand as more of them fell. Seeing this sight of you felt so surprising. Mostly because he jokes and laughs a lot.

You didn’t know what to do, you were stuck in your thoughts. But you knew you couldn’t just stand there and watch him. Instead you came closer to him, pulling him into a hug. It wasn’t something you would do but you know he needed it.

“It’s okay, don’t cry” you told him as he held you tighter in his arms, as you didn’t even move. “Why would he do that to me?” he cried.

“It’s okay, I’m here for you. Don’t worry” you started messaging his hair with your hand. “Was I not enough for her?” he quickly added. No, he shouldn’t feel that way. He’s such a sweet, honest, loyal, funny and much more, it’s actually the opposite. She doesn’t deserve him.

You don’t understand that yourself, on why she decided to do that. He’s a great guy, many girls were wishing to be with him. Yet she decided to cheat on him.

“Don’t say that, she was not enough for you. Taehyung, she’s not worth your tears.” you said while messaging his back softly and he just cried silently on your shoulder. In all honesty you have never seen him cry, or sad in general. He’s always happy and energetic, nothing with the version you’re seeing now.

And that just breaks your heart even more.

That would only mean that he was actually in love with her. And Kelly with her horny ass decided to do that. But like what did he expect? He was dating Kelly and not to be mean or anything but like why her? Out of every girl in this school he fell for Kelly specifically. They’ll probably make fun of him now.

“Yes this is the couple we all needed.” someone started to yell from the opposite side of the room, and when you were about to turn towards the sound, you heard a camera sound.

Both of you immediately turned towards the voice making the guy smile at you and Taehyung widely. His eyes switching between the both of you and swinging his fingers from side to side. Wait, did he say a couple!?

“Wait no” you yelled, making him run off. With a surprised face you look over to Taehyung who was in the same position as you.

“What do we do? That picture will be on the blog soon” he looked over to you not knowing what to do. While looking for a solution you heard a ring from your phone. But it wasn’t just yours, but Taehyung’s as well.

Opening the notification the first thing you saw made your stomach drop, it was the picture of you and Taehyung hugging and the title being. “I love this couple, It’s the best one” with wide eyes you read the comments as they were agreeing with the post.

“This one is an innocent couple.” said someone “Taehyung deserves someone like her” said another one. “Taehyung moved on fast. But with an upgrade.”

Oh no. This is exactly what you didn’t want or needed. You don’t need drama in your life, it’ll just ruin your life. You did so much to try and avoid this type of bullshit that with just getting distracted a bit you were all over it.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to get you into this mess” Taehyung spoke up while he pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers in frustration. This is just great. Can this get any worse?

“Taehyung” you hear someone yell from far back in the hallway.

Slowly, you looked over to the direction of the voice, as you saw Jimin with an angry look, standing in the far distance. And you could see Taehyung’s fist forming once again.

This can get worse. You just confirmed that yourself. Just what did you get yourself into? You thought as you rolled your eyes.

This mess is just growing and growing. Slowly, you hid your face in your hands. Feeling annoyed at yourself. Just what did you get yourself into? You repeated again.

“Coward of you to hide” Taehyung yelled while holding his fist tightly, making his knuckles turn white with how much force he had..

The glares they were giving each other was more intimidating than any horror movie you have seen, not that you have seen many. Too afraid of those. You don’t blame Taehyung for the anger he might be feeling right now. Looking at the person he trusted.

But what’s funny is that Jimin actually showed his face after what he did. He showed himself up and maybe he didn’t know. But the shame is real. Very much surprising.

As Jimin kept coming closer to Taehyung, you watched as Taehyung poked the inside of his cheek.

“Who told you I was hiding? By the way, your girl didn’t feel good at all” Jimin loudly said, almost for everyone to hear. The mouth this guy has is crazy.

He didn’t say anything though. Which made you worried. But without thinking about it, Taehyung immediately threw a punch straight into Jimin’s face, making your eyes go wide as Jimin looked back at him angrily.

Should you stop it? Or record it?

“Fuck you! I trusted you and you betrayed me. You stupid motherfucker” Taehyung yelled in anger while grabbing Jimin by the collar of his shirt. Something Jimin just laughed in his face at.

“You should thank me instead. I wasn’t the only one that bitch fucked with.” Jimin yelled back, giving Taehyung a death glare. And right after Jimin said that Taehyung threw another punch at him again. Making Jimin form his fist this time.

“Go to hell” Taehyung punched him in the stomach this time, making Jimin truly angry now. And just when you thought they would stop, Jimin then punched Taehyung straight in the face.

You have to stop this yes or yes. If not they’ll kill each other. There was no one to stop them. Taehyung was just hurt, and Jimin is a reckless asshole who could care less. So it was up to you.

“That’s enough” you yelled, making your voice louder than usual, they both slowly turned to you.

With a worried look, you walked towards Taehyung and softly touched his face with your hand. He doesn’t deserve being hurt this way. And not by a girl that isn’t even worth his tears. And not by a ‘friend’ he trusted either.

“Let’s go” you told him, making Jimin chuckle.

“Yeah go on his side. Could fucking care less” he yelled at you, while you and Taehyung walked outside. Did he really think you would take his side? He must be out of his mind.

“He’s not worth your time Taehyung.” you told him, while he placed his head on your shoulder.

He has been like that for almost an hour now, he keeps talking about Kelly this, Kelly that. How he loved her, and she showed the same. He needs to realize that Kelly wasn’t really an innocent person. And what Jimin said was true except his wording was off.

You even saw her come out from someone’s dorm and you’re damn sure it wasn’t Taehyung’s. But you won’t tell him that. It’ll hurt him even more.

“Do you think I’m a good person?” he pulled away from your shoulder, looking directly into your eyes, as you smiled and quickly nodded. “You’re the sweetest person I know. Don’t ever doubt that” you chuckled as he gave you a weak smile.

It has been some time now. After the whole fight it was best to just pull him away and talk to him. And even if he rant to you about everything, you listened all the way. He asked for your advice, he wanted to hear your side to all of this.

And well you were fully honest to him, you didn’t list at all. You could never. He deserves the truth, even if it hurts. But you would be there for him, now you will.

“Let’s go” you heard a voice from far away. Looking up, you see Jimin angrily looking at you and Taehyung. He quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you up and away from Taehyung.

However, Taehyung quickly reacted, grabbing you by your other wrist, making Jimin stop.

“She’s not going with you” Taehyung firmly said, making his voice turn from sweet to raspy which just made Jimin chuckled. “Say who?” he laughed while giving him a sarcastic tone, a tone you hate with your whole guts.

Taehyung quickly stood up from the stairs, getting close to Jimin’s face.

“I said so” he said while pulling you towards him as Jimin did the same. At some point your arms started to feel numb. They kept pulling you left or right like two little children fighting for a doll. Until you finally had enough and because your arms were hurting.

“Shut the fuck up” you yelled, giving them both death glares. They immediately stopped and gulped, their eyes on you. With force, you pulled your arms back and crossed them.

“You guys are no one to tell me where to go or who I’ll go with. I’ll just leave” you walked away from them, while they looked at you dumbfounded.

It’s funny that they thought you would go with one of them. They’re just so full of themselves. Maybe you were thinking of staying with Taehyung a little more. But you don’t want to be involved in this mess much longer.

Yes you will be there when he needs you emotionally, but not for this.

So with lingering thoughts, you walked back inside.

As you were unlocking the door, you heard someone yell your name. As the click on the door was heard, you slowly turned towards the direction of the voice and all you could focus on was Jungkook smiling at you.

“Jungkook?” you laughed as he ran towards you, pulling you into the tightest hug ever.

“I missed you stupid head” he laughed while swinging side to side.

Jungkook decided to go on a business trip with his father. Ever since his father decided that he wanted Jungkook to take over their company, you haven’t seen him much. The last time you saw him was when he left with his father, which was about three months ago.

You and Jungkook have been friends since elementary school. It all started by you walking up to him when he was crying, mostly sobbing on the corner of the room by himself. Head buried on his knees. Turns out someone stole his toy that day and he was crying about it.

Because it was special to him.

Luckily that day you brought the ones your mother bought you, it was more of you begging your mother for some, and since you had a kind little heart you offered him to play with yours. It made his tears turn to happiness in just seconds. And until this day the both of you laugh every time you tell each other that story.

“I missed you too idiot” you laughed while you pulled him tighter. It was a hug you missed very much, just Jungkook was truly missed by you. You just hope he doesn’t leave again. You don’t know what you’ll do without him and his stupid jokes.

“Another one” said a random voice, one you were hoping to never hear ever again.

As you and Jungkook turned, you both saw Taehyung and Jimin crossing their arms. For a second you thought they became friends again but they still gave each other death glares and middle fingers.

“The fuck you mean another one?” you asked more like you yelled at him, but he kept eye contact with you and then he just laughed. Him and his stupid laugh, fuck you wish to just smack him in the face.

“Aw your fuck buddy is back I see” Jimin smirked at the both of you, his eyes switching from you and Jungkook. You were about to ignore it, ignore him and his comments just like you have been doing, however you have had it with him. You were about to walk up to him, but Jungkook stopped you.

“It’s not worth it” he whispered in your ear, making you relax yourself. But Jimin had the audacity to laugh at you and loudly as well.

“Aw I can leave you alone if you want to fuck him” he told you between his laughs. And he was the only one laughing which made you even more angry.

He always bothered you about Jungkook. He assumes things about the both of you. It’s either “Does he fuck well?” or “When can we have a threesome?” And you have always ignored him, not really paying attention to what he says. You don’t care about what he has to say, so you paid no mind to it.

But right now he’s getting on your nerves more than usual. He has been hitting all the buttons. And you can’t even control your anger anymore. You have had it with him.

“That would be nice actually” you smiled as Jimin’s and Taehyung’s eyes went wide. Turning to Jungkook giving him a wink, but he just looked at you with a confused face.

Slowly, you closed your eyes. Taking a deep breath in, possibly regretting what you said. And are about to do.

Grabbing Jungkook's face with both of your hands, you pulled him into a deep kiss. Making both of them gasp. You motioned Jungkook with your eyes to kiss you back, to which he quickly got the hint and kissed you back.

You would be lying if you said Jungkook isn’t a good kisser. Well technically you didn’t know that because you never kissed him until now. And you are planning to never do it again, it’s too weird.

The kiss kept going, already forgetting why you did it in the first place, well until you heard dry coughs from the both of them, mostly Jimin and his exaggerating ones. Quickly you pulled away, giving Jungkook shocked eyes while he did the same.

Turning towards their direction, you see Jimin angrily looking at you. You could see a different expression, like jealousy, something you have never seen before in him. But maybe you’re overthinking it.

“Privacy” you told him slowly as you pulled Jungkook into the dorm. Quickly locking the door behind you and taking a deep breath.

“What was that for!?” you heard Jungkook say out loud, making you quickly put a hand over his mouth. He looked at you even more confused. Just why did you do that? You don’t need to explain anything to Jimin but for some reason you wanted to make him mad.

“I’ll explain” you said while dragging him to your side of the room and making him sit on the bed. Taking a deep breath, he waited for you to talk.

“I’m sorry, it’s just he got me pissed and well I wanted him to stop bothering me and you with that so I kissed you” you said feeling guilty over the fact that you got jungkook even more involved. You didn’t mean to get Jungkook into any mess or drama, it just happened. But you’re not sure if Jimin believed you or not, it doesn’t matter at this point.

“It’s fine, just tell me next time. I mean you’re a good kisser” he laughed, making you hit his shoulder. You missed him so much, way too much to actually express it. Glad he’s finally back though.

“So tell me, how was the trip?” you smiled at him, while he quickly chuckled, taking a deep breath. “Eh, it was boring. All I did was work or had a one night stand. But honestly the girls I fucked with had a whole daddy kink and that shit scared me. Never call their asses again.” he said which made you laugh.

Jungkook isn’t one to get into a relationship, he thinks they’re too complicated, which you agree. So he just has one night stands, but only when he feels like it. Which is rare for him to have one. So hearing him talking about those does surprise you.

“I bet you liked it though” you told him, which made him shake his head quickly. “Hell no. Only if it was you though” he laughed as you quickly hit his thigh.

“Ah, I forgot to tell you. I have information for you” you told him as he quickly got closer to you. You both love gossiping about people or things in general. It’s really fun talking with him about things you would never tell anyone else.

“The well expected happened. Jimin slept with Taehyung’s girlfriend, Kelly.” As you finished that sentence he quickly put his hand over his mouth.

“No way!?” he said with a shocked expression. “Yes way!” you replied quickly. You were about to tell him about them fighting, but you heard the door open. Making you turn to your side, as you saw Jimin with a girl.

Another one? He hasn’t done that before. It would usually just be one but never two.

He motioned for you to get out, which made you give him a death glare while you got down from the bed. Jungkook tried to stop you, but you eventually got to him.

“Go fuck her somewhere else. This isn’t just your room. Don’t fucking act like it.” you yelled at him, your eyes not leaving his while Jungkook stood behind you. Trying to pull you away from them.

“Why don’t you just leave?” the girl decided to speak up. And that just made you turn to her and laugh, almost too loudly to be true. And who does this bitch think she is!?

You are too tired to explain to anyone the amount of things that happen in this dorm because of him. The amount of suffering you receive from a dude that could care less.

“Excuse me and you who are you to come and tell me to leave my own dorm?” you asked her as she looked confused. She came closer to you making the both of you just inches away.

“You don’t want to try me. I’m the worst person you can ever talk to.” she chuckled. Which made you laugh again in her face, while Jimin was trying to pull her away from you. Is she being serious? The same threat they all give, it’s getting old.

Does she think this is some fucking movie or something? What kind of stupidity is she to say that?

“If that’s what you called worse then you don’t want to know what I am” you told her as Jimin's eyes went wide. Of course what she said and what you said weren’t true but you wanted her to believe it, and she did. She gulped but didn’t show fear, but her eyes said otherwise.

“I suggest you leave” you spoke up, not breaking eye contact. She didn’t want to leave though, she seemed serious. As she was about to slap you, Jimin immediately grabbed her hand.

“Don’t fucking touch her” he yelled which got you, her, and even Jungkook surprised. Did he just defend you? Jungkook quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him. Making Jimin look at the both of you.

“How did you get so bold?” Jungkook whispered while chuckling softly against your ear. And you just hug him. “I don’t even know” you whispered back, which is true, you don’t even know how you were able to stand up for yourself like that.

Over the past years you’ve been scared to say something back but for some reason it’s different now. And you don’t understand why.

You were happy about it, but all you could focus on was Jimin giving Jungkook a death glare. Just what is on your mind Park Jimin.

“We’ll leave” he said, giving you a blank expression as he walked out.

For some reason you feel bad, but you shouldn’t. He deserved it, but something in you said otherwise. His expression breaks your heart and it shouldn’t, you should hate him and feel happy he left. But it was the fact that you have never seen him with a blank expression before.

Just what is happening to you?

“I was only gone for 3 months, and I missed so much. You got bolder.” he said while smirking at you. And you don’t even know yourself how you got that angry. You just did. There’s more in you then you know.

But right now you just need sleep. It’s been way too dramatic today, too much happened in your life in just one day.

With a yawn, you walked over to your bed. And as you were about to sleep you heard a knock on the door. Confused, you looked at Jungkook who was in the same situation as you.

Again?

Quickly going towards the door, you open it slowly. And that’s when you saw a sad Jimin standing there. Which got you even more confused.

“I didn’t fuck with her” he muttered, but softly and not angrily. Which got you even more confused. Why is he telling you this? You were about to talk but Jungkook stood next to you, pulling you to the side.

“I have to go, but take care” he said while giving you a hug. Something you didn’t fail to take, hugging him back. “You too” you whispered.

As he passed through Jimin and headed towards his dorm. Looking back at Jimin, he didn’t take his eyes away from you.

“Are you going to get in?” you told him but he didn’t respond. He just looked sad and angry. And without a warning he passed through you and straight towards his bed. You look back to his direction, as you see him tugging himself to bed.

Just what happened to him? And why are you so worried for him? You shouldn’t but you can’t help it. It seems so dumb, and you can’t think of why you are thinking so much of this situation. With a sigh. You finally closed the door, as you headed towards your bed.

What the fuck happened today?

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Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Pairings: College Professor!Jimin x Student!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Sexual content, foul language, 18+ Confessions, vaginal fingering, (f.) masturbation, voyeurism, dom!Jimin, exabitionist themes, protective!Jimin. MENTIONS OF UNDERAGE RELATIONSHIPS.

Don't do that, yall. Ew.

Summary: You had asked your Psych professor for his signature in signing off your volunteer hours. Only a few weeks later, you two are caught at the same club.

Strip club to be exact.

Where you work, to be exact.

A/n: It's cheesy and late, but it's MINE. and I love these two.

And yes my baby fever peeped through at the end but we won't talk about that- 0_0

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“Okay..” You take in a deep breath, eyes flashing back and forth between the two options set out for you. Your hands graze over the black, a-line dress, watching as its silky fabric slips between your fingers. The material reminded you of a beautiful ocean.

But that’s not the reason you bought it.

It was half off at a thrift store.

Well, because the fabrics were half off as well.

Safe to say that the dress was in shambles. Actually, it took more money to repair it than just buying a new one.

But you loved that dress.

So, you kept working at it.

Stitching every seam, heming every end, and flattening each piece until it had been perfected.

Soon, you had the most beautifully hand-stitched (halfway) A-line dress to call your own. You’d used a little bit more saved money to really make the piece pop.

You chuckle at the irony, throwing the other dress back into your closet. “Why am I even debating this?”

Your arms slip through the sleeves, watching as the glittery clear sleeves hug your forearms beautifully. The sweetheart neckline dropped to your shoulders, giving more hints to your prominent features rather than to conceal them in heaps of cloth.

Of course, black was a little too…

“Ugh, basic.” You groan, throwing the dress into the hamper near your chair. Your eyes scan your messy dorm, looking for anything that could be more appropriate. After a few minutes of looking, shoving and -quite frankly, a few breakdowns- you’d finally seen the perfect outfit.

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Music calmly strings in the background, as overly-dressed students and faculty members had flooded the large ballroom. Well, it wasn’t a ballroom to be exact.

But it felt like something you’d see in a Disney movie, that’s for sure.

You inhale quickly, before taking the ticket from the handler. You flash a quick smile before making your way through the crowd. Your eyes landed upon what had seemed like millions of name brands. Some Armani suits, Gucci ties and loafers, Louis Vuitton bags, and some names that looked too expensive to even try and pronounce.

Your Walmart purchased cheap heels clack against the marbled floors, trying to make your way through the large crowds of the Rockefellers.

You’re just about through the swarm of rich bees before your body crashes into a tall figure. You groan, picking yourself off the floor, taking a glance up. Her powered and proper face had been oozing with anger and mascara.

“Are you kidding me right now!?” Her hands swipes out to examine her dress. The purple and deep-cut mermaid figure had been ruined by a huge, red wine stain in the front. You quickly stand, bowing deeply, muttering millions of apologies.

“I-I’m so sorry, ma’am-” She laughs out, a malicious look plastered on her Botoxed features. “You’re s-s-sorry?” Her laugh is high-pitched and loud. The commotion had called over a few other viewers to watch the scene. Your hands come to wipe your own dress, thankful that not much had spilled on it.

“This was Dolce and Gabbana, you little shit! How are you gonna pay for it, huh?”

Her voice sends shivers down your spine. Once you’re finally off the floor, you take a look at the mess.

“It’s a dark dress…I’m sure you could just take a sharpie and-” Her banshee-like screech attracts more witnesses.

“Sharpie!? The only thing you need a sharpie for is writing me that check!” Your eyes lift slightly, scanning the room as people crowded around the two of you. Hushed whispers and posh comments used words you didn’t even understand. Her sparkly silver heel taps against the floor, hand extended to you.

“Well? Where’s my fucking money, huh?” Her eyes were sharp and narrow. The high of her cheekbones had given away that she was not from here.

“I’m waiting.”

“You’ll be standing there for quite some time, Miss Alachua.” A deep voice cuts through the thick commotion as his hand comes down to pick your body up off the floor the rest of the way. Your eyes flash, taking notice of his gray-ish toned suit. The little yellow handkerchief stood tall in the chest pocket of the suit. Blonde streaks with fading pieces accentuate his whole aura.

“Jimin.” Her voice softens to a light banter. Anger is still prominent, however.

He flashes a short but sweet grin towards her, extending his arm to exchange something in hand.

“Nice to see you too.” He comments, sucking in a tsk at her dress stain. His eyes glance to yours, head shaking from side to side gently.

“Did you do this, Miss Choi?” He watches your throat swallow a thick lump, trying to respond.

“It was an accident..” Your hands clasp to the front, embarrassment settling over the whole situation.

On your end anyways.

He quicks a smile before clearing his throat, pacing his way over to meet with the woman. “She said it was an accident.”

Her arms across her chest, heel continuously tapping against the marbled, echoed flooring as she scoffs. “She’s still gonna have to pay for it.”

Jimin’s eyebrow raises at her tone, as he sets a palm on her shoulder. “Did you pay for it, Miss Alachua?” Her eyes blow wide at the comment.

He smirks, lowering his voice to where only you two could pick up. “Mmm, that’s the thing about using daddy’s money for your own purposes. So technically, you got his dress messy, isn’t that right?”

Her head slowly falls down, then back up nodding at his sentence. He backs away, clapping.

“Perfect. Then, I’ll get Miss Choi to transfer the money over to his account.” Her mouth falls open, quickly trying to protest. “But I-” Jimin holds up a hand, silencing her. He reaches over to grab your wrist pulling you from the terror of the crowd. Once you’re in a quiet section of the ball room, you’re quick to tug on his sleeve.

“Jimin I don-'' He shushes you, pressing a finger to your lips. “I’ve got quite a bit of information on her father.” His eyebrows tease, signaling to you something, but you couldn’t quite catch on. He chuckles, motioning for you to sit down next to him as he lowers his voice. His finger guides your eyes over to the corner, as you both see a couple leaning on the wall of the ball room, hands entwined together as his older body towers hers.

Your eyes glance back to Jimin’s, watching the smirk on his corned lip. “What are we looking at?It’s just a couple.”

He chuckles, leaning back against the chair, sipping from his champagne glass. “Just a couple?” You nod, not following his words. He inhales deeply, enjoying the classical music sounding in the background.

“Yeah, she’s fifteen.” He laughs at your wide-eyed expression. His lips wrap around the glass’s rim, fogging the clear set with his warm breath.

“Still ‘just a couple’?” He teases as you hit his side. His eyes narrow at your action. “Watch it, missy.”

“Yeah? Why should I?” His eyes said one thing, but his tone said another. His finger lifts from the glass, pointing around to the room. “I’m your teacher right now.” He watches your eyes roll back at his words.

“Oh really?” Your hips rise from the lowered sofa, leading the way through a few doorways. Like before, his feet follow in your guidance, like a puppy on an imaginary leash. He watches your heels step out of the exit door’s frame. Your hands run up the curves of your body, watching as his Adam's apple bobs up and down at the motion. Your hair blows in the night’s chilly winds, with little to no one around the two of you.

Your feet plant themselves right at the entrance outside the building, as they keep themselves on the marbled floor’s inside. “What are you doing..” His voice lowers, eyes glancing around to take notice of no one’s presence.

Your hands lift up to pull the hem of your off-shoulder neckline down, revealing the top of one of your breasts. His jaw tightens at the sight.

“Y/n..”

Your smirk edges him on. “It’s Miss Choi, Mister Park.”

Your back hits the brick wall, finger trailing down the plains of your body to toy with your hemmed skirt. You lift the fabric up a bit, revealing a slimmer of your black laced underwear. His voice thickens at the sight, hands fisting at his sides.

“Y/n.” The tone is commanding, yet you still toy on.

“What? You’re my teacher, Mister Park.” His throat lets out a slight groan, chuckling at the irony of it all. “This is fucked up, Y/n.”

Your lips curl into an innocent smile as you lift the option of your leg up, revealing more of your underwear’s thin fabric. “I’m just a student, trying to enjoy a little time to myself..” Your fingers toy with the hem of your panties before dipping in slightly. Your head rolls back against the brick wall, lips parting at the sensation.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/n.” His teeth clench at the sight. Your back arches, lifting away from the wall, your hand stuffed between the fabrics of your laced underwear. Your eyelids lift slightly, taking a glance at him before continuing.

“Ah, feels so good..” You moan out, free hand scooping more of your puffed tea-length dress to reveal the glorious sight. He watches as your knuckles quickly turn white at the pressure. His voice can finally be heard.

“Fucking minx.” Your teasing smirk only edges him as his feet step out the door. His body pressed against yours, quick to wrap his palm around your wrist to remove your hands from between your panties. “You wanna this game, baby?” Your arms try to wrap around his neck, but he’s too quick to pull away, not letting you touch him like you wanted. His task sends shivers up your spine.

“My rules.”

His hand grips yours, pulling you from the wall to lead you to the parking lot. His hand pulls from his pocket, clicking the unlock button on his car shaped fob.

“T-This is your car?” He smirks, opening the door for you to slip in.

“Ladies first.”

Once you’re both settled in, he cranks the car, letting the engine run for a few seconds before pulling out of the parking lot. His hands clasp in the front, trying not to refrain from touching anything. He chuckles at your stiff body, hand coming to rub on the inner of your thigh. Your body straightens at the touch, mouth parting in agony at the feeling. His eyes glance over before removing his hand. You silently groan, breath heaving up and down from the frustration.

“How much does the school pay you?” You question, looking around to notice the intricate details and emblems designed in the leather. His eyes flash to your movements before focusing back on the road. “Is that any of your concern?” You huff at his answer.

The car suddenly speeds up, as your body sinks back into the seat. His hand clutches the stick, shifting gears faster than you could say ‘peanut butter’.

Soon, your body is following the curves of the road as your body is jerked around from left to right, as his body is completely still through all of the roller coaster turns.

“Jesus, Jimin!” You yelp, gripping onto the handle on the door’s side. He chuckles, as the car comes to a sharp yet smooth stop. If you’d been breathing heavily earlier, you were possibly having a heart attack right about now!’

His seatbelt clicks undone, as he reaches over to undone yours. Once you’ve gotten your land legs, he helps you steady yourself in your seat. Your hair is a mess, and your dress is riding up your thighs. He takes notice of the exposed skin, smirking.

“So, you like?” He asks, watching as you try pulling your soul back into your body. He chuckles at your distorted figure, stumbling to grip onto reality.

“F-fucking fast-” You groan out, feeling a little sick from the rush. He nods, waiting patiently for the white to fade from your complexion.

“Yeah, the first time I test drove it, I almost threw up.” He chuckles, remembering the day that seemed so recent. “I’ve had her for about two years now.” You groan, eyes rolling at his comment. “Her?”

He nods, laughing at your messied self. “Why? Jealous?~” He teases, poking your cheek. Your head shakes, huffing in annoyance. “Why would I be jealous of a car?” His hand cards through the blonde locks, as a sheet of glimmer rises off his skin.

“Don’t know.” His elbow rests on the middle console, a teasing innocent look paints his expression. “Why are you jealous of a car?” That makes you scoff.

‘I’m not jealous of your stupid car.” He faints a pained expression, rubbing the steering wheel gently. “It’s okay baby, she didn’t mean it.” His voice makes you burst out laughing.

“Hey, don’t make fun of Nova.” You watch a simple, child-like expression peak behind his commanding demeanor. You laugh at his demand. “You named her?”

“Well of course I did. Everybody names their car.” You scoff lightly, taking a peek out the window. The dark knight had disguised the road’s wavy ways.

Wait.

Waves?

Your head cranes to the side, giving Jimin a certain glance. “Are we at the beach?”

He nods, pointing out the front window. “You couldn’t tell?”

“Yeah well I kinda was busy trying to hold down my lunch.” He chuckles before popping the driver door open. A few seconds later, he’s on your side. You watch as the door pops open softly, his hand extends out to offer help. You slide your hand into his palm, as he leads the way down a flight of wooden stairs.

“Are you avoiding having sex with me?” He pauses at your comment, tilting his head to the side before flashing a quick smirk. “Who said we’re not having sex?”

That sends butterflies to your stomach.

Your arm wraps around his, as you two walk in sync, head resting on his broad shoulder. He chuckles, swinging your entwined hands together to an imaginary beat only the two of you could hear.

“This seems like a good spot.” He stops walking, laying the blanket down on the sandy beach as you take a look around, noticing the moon’s reflection shining brightly on the water’s clear surface. His hand reaches up to pull you down, settling you down right next to him. He leans back, arms supporting his body from behind as he takes in a deep breath.

“I’ve always hated those events anyways.” His head tilts, flashing you a quick smile. You nod, admiring the cute little seashells along the blanket’s hem. You lay flat on your stomach, watching as the sand falls between your fingers as you try to dig for more shells. His soft laugh hatches more butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“Have you never seen shells before?” He asks, laying down on his stomach next to you.

“Never been to the beach really..” You sigh, fixing yourself to prop your head up on your two palms. He smiles, lightly petting the crown of your head. Your loose bun had fallen long ago, right as the party had begun. His fingers trail along the curves of your spine, listening to your breath pitch in tone at his touch.

“Do you like it?” His voice lowers, soft whispers brush against the shell of your ear. You nod, moaning quietly at the sensation. “Feels good..” You hear his chest let out a sharp chuckle.

“I meant the beach, sweetie.” You quickly sit up, half-heartedly remembering where you were. You nod. “Yeah.. I do.” He smiles, brushing a few of your strands of hair from vision. You huff, leaning closer to meet his gaze as his hand trails up your outer arm. “You drag shit out too much..” He laughs.

“I told you, I’m a gentleman.” You groan, scooting closer to his body, toying with the fabric of his tie like before. “But I don’t want a gentleman..”

“But you need one.” Your eyes widen at the blow.

“I need one?” He nods, humming.

“What I mean, is that you’re too good for an asshole like the guys you work for.” You scoff, feeling the way his fingertips graze the dip of your collarbone. “I worked for you.”

“Mmm, I’m an exception.”

Your eyes roll at his cockiness. “High and mighty, are we?” He smirks, combating your tease.

“Horny and impatient, are we?” You punch his arm lightly, making a few laughs escape from his chest.

“I’m only still horny because you haven’t fucked me.” He shakes his head, laughing as he caresses your cute, chubby cheeks.

“You don’t get the whole point of this, do you?” Your head shakes, as he sighs. “And you’re trying to get a psych degree? Psh.” You huff, crossing your arms at his comment. He smiles, leaning closer to your face, lips brushing the pads of your gently as he continues.

“You’re too impatient.”

“I am.”

He lets out a short chuckle, laying back on the blanket. Arms slipped under his head to support it. His breath is calmed and controlled. Opposite of yours.

“Just enjoy this.” He sighs, taking in a deep breath of the salty air, closing his eyes softly.

“I didn’t come all the way here to enjoy the pretty view.” His eyes peak open as a smirk presses his lips. “Really? Cause I did.” You’re quick to catch onto the little tease, making your cheeks flush red. Luckily, he couldn’t see the tint that well from lack of lighting. You groan, lightly hitting his chest against as he lets out a fake pained cough.

“Owch.” He smirks, pulling you down to his level. You huff before throwing your leg over to straddle his lap. His eyebrows quirk at the sight. Hands come to toy with your hips, steadying you on his lower torso. “Alright, you’ve been your little gentleman long enough.” He lets out a breathy laugh, eyes creasing at the joint.

“That’s not really your decision, now is it?” Your hips roll against his, yet you feel no sign of-

Anything.

Groaning you roll off of his lap, sitting next to his sprawled out body. “Why don’t you wanna fuck me?!” He sighs, rising up to plant his hands behind his torso to prop himself up.

“You’re right. I don’t want to fuck you.” You felt tears welling in your eyes. Your arm comes to hit him once more before sobs start leaving your lips.

“Am I not pretty enough!? What! Do you like older women!? Huh! Tell me, fucking asshole!” His hands catch your wrists, stopping you from hitting him anymore.

“Baby calm down.” His voice softens, as his arms wrap around your frame, holding you close to his body. Your eyes well with tears, a few slipping down from your cheeks as your struggles and throws start to become soft nudges instead. His hand guides your chin to meet his softened gaze.

“You done now?” You sniff harshly, nodding. His smile makes you wanna knock his porcelain front white teeth out.

“I’ve said it before. I don’t want to fuck you.” You push him away from your body, releasing yourself from his arms. “Then why not just take me home, huh? I’m don-”

“Sweetheart, I want to make love to you.” Your eyes start to clear, now staring into his. “W..What?” His warm smile pulls you back in as he wraps you into his embrace once more. You’re slotted between his thighs, leaning back on his chest as his chin props itself on the crown of your head.

“I wanna hold you like this..” He leans his head down, pressing his plush lips to your reddened cheek. “And kiss you like this..” you sniff, giggling at his cheesiness. You twist your torso to meet his gaze.

“You don’t hate me..?” He chuckles, pecking your lips softly. “Why would I hate you?” You shrug gently, turning your attention back to the waves crashing upon the shore.

You hadn’t really had a moment like this. You’d lost your virginity back in high school to one of the quarterbacks as a dare, and after graduation, you never really dated anymore after that. Only a few sleepovers that ended with the morning after pill.

“I don’t want to just have sex with you, Y/n.” He coos, thumbing the tears from your stained cheeks. “I want stuff like this.” Your head leans back some more to nuzzle his chest.

“I wanna wake you up with breakfast on the weekends.. And stay in bed all day, just cuddling like this.” Now, tears have been slipping from your ducts for a different reason.

“How long..?” Your rosy cheeks burn with intensity as his hand comes to caress your softened jawline.

“What do you mean?” His voice soothes the ache in your flushed face. Plump and soft lips brush the side of your ear, pressing a gentle kiss as you feel the rolls of his warm breath graze your heated skin.

“How long have you.. You know..” He chuckles softly, pulling you head to tuck it under his chin. Your ear presses against his chest, hearing his calmed and patterned beating heart. The ocean’s salty taste leaves a bittersweet sting in your nose. Seagulls and other little creatures fill the silence, along with rolls of the waves crashing upon the drawn shores.

His eyes narrow yours as a breath rolls from his lips. “Does it really matter?”

You let out a soft giggle, snuggling closer to his warmth. His heartbeat matches the same patterns as yours, syncing with a light feeling. A brisk and colorful tone breaks your silence.

“Y/n..”

Your eyes glance up, meeting his own. His irises reflect the moon’s rays, similar to the ocean’s own surface. Specks of gold and white hues float behind his eyes. The once one-colored cast had been illuminated, showing millions of broken fragments. His nose scrunches at your rosy cheeks, nuzzling the tip into your neck. He sends you into a fit of giggles, as you hear the light sound of rhythm flowing through the atmosphere.

“What’s that?” You question, head peeking up from curiosity. He shrugs before pointing over the horizon. “Look.”

Your eyes squint, noticing a small, floating speck on the distant waters. The red and white colors clear as you notice the shape of a boat being formed.

“It’s the ferry..” You observe, watching as the miniature piece floats by the two of you. He smiles, nodding. A few minutes go by before he comments. “Do you wanna go on a cruise?”

“Huh?” Your head twists around, laughing at the idea.

He smiles, shaking his head to pull you right back down into the safety of his arms. “Not right now. I mean, would you like to one day?” You hesitate, before nodding quietly.

“My dad wanted to buy a boat..” You sigh calmly, entwining your fingers to play with his. His baby-like breaths make your heart swell.

“Me too. It’d be nice, you know?” He leans back until you’re both almost completely on your backs, you still being tucked snuggly between his legs.

“Really? What’d you name it?” You spin around, flashing your glassy eyes up to look at him. He giggles slightly, a red tint peaking through on his cheeks.

“I don’t know. Don’t even know if I even want a boat yet. It was just an idea.” You hum, feeling the way his chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. Your lips ghost his own, arms coming to coil around the base of his neck. Your leg is now positioned over his waist, but no longer emitting the eager and rushed spirit you’d onced forced.

This had felt calm and-

“Patient.” Your lips fall open at the realization. A smile paints his lips.

“You’ve finally got it.” Your lips tug into a grin at the word, testing it more on your tongue a few more times. He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist to steady yourself on his lap.

Your voice lowers, whispering into the shell of his ear. “I’m still kind of horny though..” He chuckles, reaching down to grip your thighs to pull you more up onto his body.

“Mmm, wanna fuck?” He asks, feeling the way your hips shift over his. Your head shakes.

“Nope.”

“No?”

Your lips ghost his jawline, hands coming to tug at the button on his white formal shirt. You could feel the way his heart paces at your touch. A sheet of sweat barely visible on the surface of his skin.

“Touch me.” His chest rumbles as a low groan rolls from his lips. Your hands lower to bring his palms up to the round of your clothed breasts, guiding his hands to knead at the plush skin.

“Oh fuck..” He groans out, palming at the soft mound while your hand slips into the fabric of his trousers. Hand brushing along the outline of his hardening cock, slipping between the two fabrics to wrap your hand around the base. He groans, lips sucking on the thin sheet of skin on the side of your neck. Blue and purple splotches bruise around the sensitive skin.

His hand comes down to trail the soft of your tummy, following the invisible line that draws to your center. His fingers mimic yours, slipping between the fabric of your thin laced panties. You moan out, immediately lifting your hips for him to easily remove them. He chuckles, keeping his touch right above your pubic line.

“So needy.” He spits, flipping the two of you over. He hovers over your frame, tall and broad shoulders tower your figure as he smirks. Silently, his hand removes yours from between his legs, before lowering further, lifting the skirt of your dress over his head.

“Jimin what are yo- Oh fuck..” You moan out, feeling the way his tongue presses flat against your sopping core. He chuckles, thumb curling around the thin material, watching as it pops against your skin.

“You were so quick to try and suck me off, baby.” His head raises up, finger trailing the outside of your clothed panties. “Why?”

Your head lulls back, hips pushing up to try and feel more of his touch. “Mmm- I wanted to make you feel good..”

He smirks, reaching to the flesh of your thighs, jerking you down to meet his leveled face.

“Mmm, I’d much rather do this.” His fingertip trails the outside of your panties before pulling them down with his set of teeth. You moan at the sight, head rolling in a circle from the excitement.

You feel a sharp point graze the inner of your thighs, his lips press flush to your skin, sucking some more splotches into the thick of your skin. Your hand reaches down, carding through his sandy blonde locks, mouth falling open at the sensation.

“Jimin please-” You whine. His head lifts up, a smirk plastering his features.

“Who?” You groan at his cockiness. You sit up, not really knowing what he wants.

“Daddy?” You try the word on your lips, internally cringing. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Not quite. Try again, baby girl.” You huff, scooting further down for his breath to roll onto the surface of your tummy.

“Master?” He shakes his head. He makes a loud buzzer sound, giggling at the joke. “Wrong.”

“What the fuck Jimin.” Your eyes roll at his childness.

“Come on, Y/n. You know it.” He teases, lowering his lips just to graze the outside of your sopping core. His finger cards through your slick folds, bringing the tip up to suck between his lips. His eyes flash to yours, waiting.

“Uhm..” You glance around, trying to think of something else to call him.

“Sir?” He smirks, flattening his tongue to your clit. You whine out, squeezing his head gently between your thighs. Your head lulls back, gripping at his roots for support.

His head lifts for a second to slot his middle and ring finger into the space of his mouth, sucking on them slightly before inserting them into your sopping core. You moan out, chest heaving heavily as his fingers pump in and out at a slow pace.

“S-Sir! Oh- Fuck Ji-Jimin- Fuck!” You could feel his lips form into a smirk against your clit, sucking gently onto the throbbing bud. Your head falls back into the soft, comfy blanket. Your back arches off the ground just to fall right back down from his edging tease.

“Ji- sir please.” You whine, watching as his head lifts up. A trail of saliva connects from his lips to your core.

“Magic word?” He teases, flashing you a cheeky grin. You growl from frustration, pulling his body up from the ground, rolling over until you’re straddling his lap. Your eyes narrowing into his.

“You know what? My turn.”

You’re quick to lean down, crashing your lips against his. Mimicking the waves colliding into the shore. Swallowing the water’s contents whole. His chest heaves a deep groan, vibrating against the passion of your mouth. Which in turn, had made you moan just as loud.

Your hand reaches down past the hem of his boxers, wrapping the base of his cock with palm. His head falls back, hands coming to pull your sleeves from off the shoulder to completely off the shoulder. His warm palms cup the rounds of your breasts, thumbing over the erect of your protruding buds.

“Y/n I- Oh fuck.” He groans, cock twitching in your grip. You smirk, free hand softly tracing the sharp of his jawline. You tug at the hem of his button up.

“Off.” He chuckles, making quick work of his buttoned shirt. He throws it onto the sand somewhere, watching as your eyes trail along the plains of his chiseled chest.

“Don’t drool on me.” He teases, closing your mouth while chuckling at your reddened cheeks.

“S..Shut up.” He laughs, leaning back in a more relaxed position.

“Wanna switch?”

“No.” You gripe, trying to assess what to do next.

He chuckles, watching your face contort with focus. “You sure?”

After a few seconds, you groan, rolling off of his body.

“Fuck me, will you?”

“Y-”

“If you don’t fuck me right now I will walk myself all the way back to the dorms.” He chuckles, gripping onto your thighs before flipping the two of you over.

“Ironic, seeing how we crossed a bridge to get here.” Your eyes roll back, as he pulls the rest of your dress’s fabric down, making sure not to mess with any of the seams. You glance down, raising any eyebrow.

“Don’t wanna rip it off?” He shakes his head.

“If it was Gucci then maybe.” He smiles, folding the piece of fabric next to his thrown button down.

“But it’s not.. It’s less expensive.” His hands reach around, pulling your body flush against his.

“Not to you.” Your face tints at his words, as he continues his explanation, and undresses the both of you.

“Didn’t you make it?” You nod. “How’d you remember?”

His hands pull the last bit of fabric of your strapless bra down, watching as your breasts bounce from the sudden revealment.

“You said you sewed.” Your head nods slowly, as you watch his fingers tug the hem of his boxer-briefs to circle his knees.

“Says that so casually while unsheathing himself.” You chuckle, watching the interesting. His eyes glance up, narrowing towards you through his fallen blonde locks.

“Unsheathed? What are you, an English major?” He laughs, reaching over into his trousers to pull a tiny foil packet from the pocket.

“Was. Changed my major last minute.” He hums, quirking an eyebrow to you. “Really? Why?”

You shrug, laying flat on the soft blanket. “Didn’t think it would pay enough. Gotta make a living somehow, right?” He chuckled, nodding before slotting his figure right between your parted legs.

“Sounded like shakespeare to me.” He teases before hovering over your frame. You smile, lifting your head to lock lips with his. He pulls away, giving you a quick look over before continuing.

“Ready?” You laugh, nodding. “Thou shall penetrate thy self with thine phyllu- Oh fuck!”

He lets out a fit of laughs, slowly pushing past your velvet walls. “You’re gross.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple before slowly rolling his hips. Your teases are quick to cease, being replaced with a string of moans. His laughs fade to more of the same, as your legs wrap around his waist, hips rising to meet his own slow thrusts.

“Oh fuck- shit oh my God, Jimin!” He groans, hip starting to pace faster. “Oh fuck baby-” His head falls to your side, supporting itself on your shoulder as his hands grip onto both sides of your hips to steady you.

“Mmm baby sounds good.” You tease, feeling his lips nipping at the blotchy and bruised skin of your neck. He groans, one of his hands coming up to knead your breast with his palm.

“You’re not getting a baby.” He chuckles, harsh groans rolling from his lips. You fake a frown, flipping the two of you over so that you’re straddling his lap. He scoffs softly, watching your hips rise before snapping down. Hands come to steady both sides of your waist, bodies flush with one another’s.

“Mmmm you’re getting kinda old, sir. Don’t you wanna- fuck- ..c-carry on your line?” He chuckles at the thought, leaning up to capture your lips in a passionate exchange.

“Not right now.” He growls, taking one of your erect buds into the cavity of his mouth, lips wrapping around your hardened nipple. Your arms wrap around his head, body being thrown backwards slightly at the sensation. Your lips part, letting a few little words slip.

“I love you!”

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Chapter 1 : ON

BTS OT7 , OT7xYN , NamjoonxYN, SeokjinxYN, YoongixYN, HoseokxYN, TaehyungxYN, JiminxYN, JungkookxYN

TW: Mental illness, psychosis, depression, body dysmorphia, past bullying, casual sex, loss of relationship, violence, talk of weapons, blood

As the leader of Bangtan , Namjoon felt the weight of his responsibilities to bangtan and he had felt it worse since you left. In a way, he was happy he had to focus on the others' well being . Somedays when his responsibilities felt heavier than others, he could lose himself in Bangtan and, for a moment, it would feel like things were how they were before everything fell apart. One thing he couldnt deny was that heartbreak had been an amazing motivator. Throwing themselves into their work Bangtan had gone from a small group of friends who knew how to get things done, to a feared syndicate with complex connections and a massive income. Namjoon could sometimes convince himself that it hadnt been for you, it hadnt been so if he ever saw you again you would be so impressed that you couldnt say no to him. Couldnt say no to his brothers.

Nothing prepared him for the day you showed up in their lives again. The usually composed Namjoon was a mess with you in the same room. He had walked into the boardroom for a financial meeting, one that would help secure their place as the underground kings of Seoul, and found you right away. You were sitting amongst the attendees, as though you being there was of no major circumstance. Sitting attentively as though you could just show up and be another name in a long list of faces . Feeling his stare you , nervously met his eyes, and he felt like his heart stopped beating. It was you, really you. Yes, in five years something about you had changed , but in that moment he would have done anything for you and you knew it. He had almost forgotten the rest of Bangtans appearance until he heard them shuffling in behind him and he began to panic. He swore he fell in love with you more when your eyes softened in understanding at his sudden panic. Of course he still seemed cool and collected on the surface, but you knew better.

Yoongi had spent his life hiding his feelings, except for with you. Always cool and collected, thats what got him this far in life and Bangtan. When others were motivated by emotion, and ethics, Yoongi was cold facts and logic. You had seen through thst though. You always told him that when you looked in his eyes , you saw a deep pool of emotions that you wanted to drown in. He had showed you affection to the best of his abilities and you had seen them for what they were and on a rare occasion held him while he wept. Not wanting to talk about it, not wanting an explanation, just offering absolute understanding. He went numb after you left, it wasnt safe to feel those emotions, the world would burn and he had been having enough trouble keeping Hoseok under control. He never gave up hope that you would return , though. Worked relentlessly to build an empire with Bangtan hoping that one day when youd come back you would join them again. Everything he did was for you and Bangtan knew that, they didnt stop him because they felt the same. He wondered sometimes, if their loss of you, was the only thing they had in common anymore. Not that it mattered, since it had been working well for them. Today he was grumpy. He had been up all night going over blueprint after blueprint and was still expected to attend the meeting. Pretty useless, as all the paperwork would end up on him and Namjoons desk to go over , this meeting could have definitely been an email. He kept his eyes trained on the back on Namjoons head and followed him into the room where he would be bored to death for whatever duration it took, but Namjoon seemed eager to leave as well and he took that as a good sign. Hoseoks sudden tense on walking the room sent Yoongi immediately on alert. He has a moment to wonder to himself if Hoseok or their business partners would be a bigger threat before he locked eyes with you , and before he could fully register that it was you he felt like he was drowning.

Hoseok had in his own way taken your absence the hardest. Growing up his life had been spent in one mental hospital or another. His craving for violence , his paranoia were enough for his parents to abandon him as a ward of the state at 15, in the end he had aged out of these homes and met Namjoon, who saw a use in his unique set of skills and outlook on the world. Beginning only as Namjoons body guard , he now was in control of a small army with a special gift for violence who knew how to get things done and Hoseok had found happiness, but he found contentment when you walked into their lives. It was almost as though your presence had made all the voices go silent. As if all the voices were in absolute awe of your presence and didnt dare speak unless spoken too. You were the first one to make him feel human in his whole life. You had said that he had an adaptation to his reality, not a malfunction , and that he was still worthy of love and respect like any human. Up until you the only respect he had experienced was at the cost of his bloodlust. His fellow Bangtan members loved him, of course, but they still saw him for what the rest of the world saw and always had a trace of fear behind their eyes. Not you though.

When you had left he had seen to it that the world would burn. Every person who betrayed Bangtan, every time someone crossed his path, was paying for your absence. Part of him was punishing the world because he couldnt punish you, not that he would any ways. He was unstoppable because what could hurt more than you abandoning him, right? Nothing scarier than a man who isnt afraid of dying and more often than not Hoseok had hoped he would make one wrong move, that someone would finally stop his reign of terror, because the voices would stop . They talked about you a lot, they also talked about his Bangtan family. The voices told him that they could see right through him, and it made sense because they never made a move to stop him. He did sometimes wonder what you would think of him now. He knew youd be scared of him , of who he had become, but he would silently remind himself that he did it for YOU.

The voices had been particularly annoying today. He was itching to get on the field, do what he did best, but instead he had to attend a board meeting with Namjoon as his protection and a founding member of Bangtan. He just had to make it through this meeting and he would be left to his own devices, he expected a particularly trigger happy evening for him and his army. He walked behind Namjoon taking in every detail, every possible security threat. There was a heavier defense sytem in this building , he noted, if things went wrong Hoseok would have the chance to take out his frustrations in order for them to escape. Namjoon stopped just inside the doorway and froze, sending Hoseok into attack moden for a moment. Was Namjoon hit? Was there danger in the room? After taking a quick glance at Namjoon seing no obvious injuries, he scanned the room. That's when he locked eyes with someone and the voices stopped.

To anyone who knew anything about Bangtan, Jin was the glue that held them together. In a group of unloved boys who came together to build this life together, Jin offered a quiet understanding and a warm home. You had said that he served as such a master manipulator for Bangtan because he had an unbiased, deep understanding of people,even strangers. You can't use peoples thoughts and emotions against them unless you truly understand what motivates them, you had said. He believed you because that is what you had always offered him just that. From your small nods and warm smile after a tough mission, or taking the role as caretaker of Bangtan when he felt his exhaustion deep in his bones. He hadnt connected with anyone on any level since you left. Why bother? He was a master of being ingenuine, even attempting to open up to someone he wouldnt know what to believe what he was really feeling. But you, you understood with just a look and that's what he needed. Surprisingly his lack of his own emotion helped him even further understand others emotions. He was a blank slate and he was a projection of those around him.

That was why it was important he attended this meeting. Namjoon needed to know if they had any ulterior motives, if they were trying to trick them into losing money. What Namjoon and the others had never said is this one just one more step to giving you the life you deserved when you returned. He felt the shift as soon as they entered the room and automatically began to assess the situation and then he was looking at you as he was hit with guilt, surprise, hurt and most of all, love.

Taehyung had been dfferent his whole life. From the time he was old enough to play with the kids at the park they bullied him, knowing he wasnt quite like them so he must be weak, right? Wrong. He grew up to be devilishly handsome and with that his odd tendencies were labelled cute quirks. His past still shaped him , though. Seeing the cruelty of people, even at such a young age he recognized it was human nature. Taehyung felt emotions deeply, maybe too deeply, but it served him well as the secret keeper of Bangtan. See , anyone and everyone loves to talk, especially about themselves. All he had to do was flash a smile and lend an ear and a few careful questions and people were ready to tell him everything. It all went straight to Namjoon of course , and he mosty stuck to the shadows, only making public appearances with Bangtan when necessary. His charm never worked on you. You had told him he was beautiful , and that there was something about him that made it easy to open up to him. But you were naturally a genuine person, especially with him.

When others blew off his personality, the way he dressed, and his words, you looked at him like he was a piece of art. You once told him a day with him did more for the heart and mind than any art ever could. He had scoffed at that , because, how could any piece of art, any piece of music, any natural wonder measure up to you? Their love had been like something out of an old movie. Slow dancing to old jazz records in his room, reading to eachother poems that only conveyed a fraction of the love that they had felt for eachother.

When you had left, Taehyung had disappeared back into his shell. There's only so many side eyes and remarks one can make before it wears away at oneself. He still found himself saving songs from old vinyls and poems ripped from books for you to enjoy when you came back. Outwardly, to anyone who didnt know better, Taehyung had become cold. While in the past he used warmth, and flirting to get people to talk, he now opted for intimidation and cruelty. He had become the bully and you would have hated that for him.

He hadnt wanted to go to this meeting, even before he saw Bangtan eye his green suit up and down. He didnt need them to be picking him apart, that was his job, and his patience was low today. Walking along with his brothers he kept himself amused by humming a jazz song he had discovered on a vinyl he had found in the back of some vintage store or another. It was soft and bright, like you, but inside he felt deep and sorrowful . The sudden stop off Hoseok had him bumping into him and jumping back. He could feel Hoseok itching for combat and it was putting Taehyung at unease , he didnt want to be the target of Hoseoks rage today. Taehyng quickly looked around to see what would cause Hoseok to be so careless, who was going to be the subject of his wrath and then he saw you. Like the greatest treasure at any museum, like the grandest orchestra , there you were.

If lust had a physical embodiment, it would be Jimin. He just oozes sex to men and women alike , and knew how to use it to get what he wanted. Jimin always had a taste for the finer things in life, always wanting more. When he had met Namjoon he had already been living a gluttoous lifestyle, but Namjoon made him realize he had a talent that could be utilized for something bigger, greater. Whole empires have been brought down because of sex, and Jimin wanted to build an empire on it. While he had grown soft and affectionate towards his members over the years, others would describe his gaze as hawk-like, like a predator zooming in on ikts prey. YN had never seen that, she saw right through him. To late nights hiding under the covers, memorizing every curve and imperfection of eachothers bodies you were the first actually intimacy he had ever experience. He thought arousal had equated intimacy until you, how a single peck on the forehead could leave him powerless to you.

When you left Jimin had tried to convince himself that his long list of high profile one night stands were for work, but he eventually had to face the music and realize it was intimacy he was craving. Taehyung, as odd as he was, seemed to understand this, and would quietly hold his hand or grab his thigh affectionately under the table when he could. This didnt help, he appreciated it, but it just made him feel like he was more alone. A steady sex life had proven to be very lucrative to Bangtan, but he felt so alone.

Jimin had left a lover in his bed that morning to join the boys at a meeting. Jimin felt the need to complain, to hide his relief that he wouldnt have to see the stranger off, someone else could take care of that. As they walked in the building, immediately a group of secretaries were whispering behind their hands about him and he flashe them his most seductive style. Just like that he had them, he would have to remember their faces for when they were done with the meeting. He couldnt resist himself and flashed a smile at an especially flustered man in a three piece suit. Jimin had him right where he wanted him and it wasn too easy. Jimin strutted into the room thinking about all the possibilities with these coworkers but his steps failed him and his cockiness left him as he saw you. Then, with one quick moment of eyecontact, he knew you couldnt leave because you were all he ever needed.

Jungkook hated his smile, his bunny teeth making him look even younger than he already was, and as the youngest he didnt need to be reminded of that. You had loved his smile , which worked out well because you were the major source of it. Jungkook knew his weapons, he had turned his body into his biggest weapon with an unhealthy excercise routine but the most deadly weapon in his world was your laugh. Jungkook never had a great body image, you later suggested body dysmorphia, and you were the only one he believed ever liked his body. He couldnt look in the mirror and see what everyone else saw. That's why when you left he became obsessed with perfecting himself as a weapon. The burn and exhaustion gives him something to focus on instead of your laughter. At first the memory of your laugh was the only comfort he found, then in his mind it became mocking, telling him he was worthless. That was bad but not as bad as when he forgot what it sounded like all together. You never treated him as the baby of the group but as an equal and he almost believed it. You two were a sanctuary from the reality of thet lifestyle, laughing until your stomachs hurt and sharing memories of his hyungs and sharing the secret knowledge that all of them were secretly the most amazing generous people you knew. But now he was just the baby again, talked down on,not respected , no matter how much he worked out and built his strength.

This morning he had a moment in front of the mirror and thought of what you would think of him now, what would you think of the empty shells Bangtan had become? None of it mattered without you here, and why do they keep pretending that it did? Jungkook was the last one to enter the room. This was related to a shipment of weapons and that was his line for bangtan, but one of his hyungs could have taken care of it , he felt particularly ugly today but straightened his back, and walked in. Immediately he noticed his hyungs freeze and was alarmed by such an intense set of emotions that these usually well composed men were feeling and so he followed their gaze and there you were. He felt himself deflate, and relaxed his stance when your eyes met and couldnt help but smile the first genuine, full bunny teeth smile that he had in years.

You knew logically that they were going to be there, of course they had to be there, but nothing had prepared you for this. They had betrayed you, you shouldnt have any more emotional connection to them, you owed them nothing, but then why was this so hard? You had left Bangtan and started a new profession in a new place the honest way, but years of living with bangtan you could no longer afford your lifestyle on an honest job salary so that's how you ended up in weapons deals. You purposely didnt keep track of the boys, as they hurt too much to think about. Youre only clue of just how big and successful they had gotten recently when you had been informed about your purpose foe this meeting . Your boss had taken your hesitance as concern about getting involved with Bagtan and reassured you that your name would not be connected to them on paper but he had no idea how connected you already were to them. They would know now from the way the seven boys honed on you and were now staring at you. You had tried to blend in the crowd of seats but that had been unsuccessful. The worst part of it all is as soon as she saw them she felt the pain of being in love with these men all over again.

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ze-eternalmarsh · 1 month

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Name: Ghost Hunting AU (doesn't have a name yet)

Ships: Namgi (Namjoon/Yoongi), 2seokkook (Hoseok/Seokjin/Jungkook) + side Vmin (Taehyung/Jimin) - BTS

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Wordcount: TBD (so far ~16k posted but big writing thing it's from is 165k+)

Type: Twitter Thread AU (posting scenes as separate threads and adding information to the side with questions and also has some interactions with readers for suggestions or answering questions!)

Tags: crack, fluff, smut, angst, friends to lovers, fuckbuddies, fuckbuddies to lovers, strangers to friends to lovers, ghost hunting AU, survival horror (no one dies though), ghosts, pining, literal sleeping together, hurt/comfort, injuries, youtuber!JK (and youtubers!BTS after a while), near death experiences, trauma, healing, exorcisms, all the fun ghost stuff and more!

Warnings: Main one is Graphic Depiction of Violence as well as trauma responses. Can find more TWs and CWs on this post.

Summary:

Namjoon and Yoongi used to have a ghost hunting channel. Due to an event that neither want to ever talk about again, they leave everything behind and vow to never get back into ghost hunting again.

Years later, they break that promise to find out the truth about what happened back then.

[This is also based on the game phasmophobia! You do not really need to know anything about the game, but if you do, it adds a little plus. I also post information about the game and how it interacts with the AU, as well as other worldbuilding stuff, info on the characters and more here! Oh, and here's the thread with just the story threads. I also posted a pre-story 2seok smut for this AU on AO3 and will post more smuts from this universe on AO3 probably.]

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star-my · 7 months

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Vixen ~ Three (Final)

➼ Pairing: Jimin x OC (Shin Ara)

➼ Length: 6k

➼ Rating: pg-15

➼ Content: Arranged Marriage AU, CEO AU, Mafia AU | TW: Vague Threats of Violence; Kidnapping; Non-Graphic Violence (Fight Scene); Minor Discussion of Human Trafficking (not by BTS/SKZ members)| Ara and JK are so sibling-coded; Jimin ships Vixen and JK

➼ Thanks to @moonleeai for betaing! I had this posted at noon and closed tumblr but when I came back now somehow it disappeared into the cloud?? I'm so annoyed ;-;

➼ Taglist: @bangtan-famiglia-net@kookthief@otome-wandering@sarcasticbambi

➼ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and in no way represents any member of BTS, SKZ, or any other K-pop group mentioned in any way beyond the face and name claims the author made for this work.

➼ Chapter 1 (13/10/23) ➼ Chapter 2 (14/10/23) ➼ Ao3 ➼ Masterlist

ARA, AGE 25, (PRESENT DAY)

A hand flopped around on the wooden table, finally locating the device making that infernal racket far too early in the morning.

“It’s too early for this,” Ara groaned, sliding the call button on her phone. “Yeoboseyo?”

“Princess? It’s Jimin. Sorry if I woke you…” Ara heard a sharp inhale as her husband realised the time. Still, he pressed on. “Um…you know how Park Wonshik adopted me after I was kidnapped?”

“Ye-ah,” she replied slowly, trying to figure out what was going on. Why was he sounding so awake after helping her break up the trafficking ring early this morning? He probably hadn’t slept yet, she realized. Hence, his too-early call.

“So, the police broke up this ring last night and saved a bunch of kids. They called me and asked if I’d mind talking to them, tell them that things are gonna be okay, y’know?”

Ara made some sort of agreeing noise, heading to the bathroom to gargle some mouthwash and maybe comb her hair and hope that putting her hair in order would simultaneously put her brain cells in order.

“So…one of my dad’s old friends was there and suggested maybe…we could foster one or two of the kids who are in need of a home until they get all the paperwork sorted out. A couple of the kids agreed to testify, so they’ll also need to stay close until the trials are over. What do you think? We have really good security, so they won’t need to worry about a repeat kidnapping, and I know we’ve got space and love. You mentioned wanting to help trafficking victims when I was telling you about my childhood…but…”

The longer her silence stretched out, the more Jimin rambled. He was so cute.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great, practical way to help,” Ara agreed after spitting her mouthwash out. “Just let me know how many you kids you drag back so I know how many rooms to get ready.”

“Thank you, jagiya.” Muffled conversation crackled through the line as Jimin paused to speak with an officer. “Sorry, I have to go. I’ll call later, alright?”

“Okay. Love you!”

“Love you!”

Ara put her phone down on the counter and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

~~~

At 2:33 PM, Jimin arrived home with an eleven-year-old girl in tow. The police officer and Child & Family Services officer quickly checked the premises and living situation, then left, leaving Jimin, Ara, and the girl.

Ara smiled, crouching down to her height. “Hi, I’m Shin Ara. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hello, Mrs. Shin. My name is Kim Nabi,” Nabi bowed politely. “It is nice to meet you as well. Thank you for letting me live with you.”

Her shiny hair teased the tops of her shoulders as she moved.

“I’ll show you to your room, then,” said Ara, motioning at the stairs. “I know you saw it already during the tour, but you can get settled now. My room is right across the hall, so my bodyguard will be close by if you feel unsafe. Have you met Jungkook yet?”

Nabi shook her head, then gave a small smile full of delight as she really took in her room.

Ara and Jimin’s gazes met as they exchanged smiles at her satisfaction.

The walls were a pale periwinkle reflected in the pale blue duvet, the trim white to contrast the wood furniture.

“I hope you like it,” joked Ara. “There are a couple of outfits in the closet, but I thought maybe you’d like to go shopping for some things your own style while you’re here. Jungkook and I will take you whenever you’re ready.”

Ara pulled the stuffed rabbit from the top shelf of the closet and held it out to Nabi. “I thought you might like a friend to talk to while you decide if you want to talk to me or someone else about what happened. I’ve told quite a few secrets to Cookie here, and he’s kept them all remarkably well. He also gives a pretty nice hug,” she smiled conspiratorially.

“Thank you very much, Mrs Shin, Mr Park,” Nabi bowed again.

“You’re welcome, Nabi. I know things have been tough, but you’re a very brave girl,” said Jimin. “We want you to feel safe and at home here. I remember how I felt after I was brought here by my adoptive father. If you want to scream, cry, maybe hit a couple of things, go for a run– whatever you’re feeling, we’re here for you.”

“Thank you,” Nabi said again.

Jimin kissed Ara’s cheek goodbye and left to finish his assistance at the police station.

Ara looked at Nabi, laid a soft hand on her shoulder, and said, “I think you’d like to be alone right now to settle in, but if you want company, my room is across the hall, and the door’s open. If you need anything, just walk in or give me a shout, ‘kay?”

Nabi nodded, and Ara crossed the hall to call Jungkook and explain the situation.

~~~

Ara softly knocked on Nabi’s door for the third time. When there was still no response, she twisted the knob and peered in.

Nabi was sound asleep in her bed, hugging Cookie tightly to her chest.

“Nabi, it’s ten to seven. Jimin-ssi will be home any minute, and supper will be ready. I’m sure you’re pretty hungry by now. Jungkook wants to meet you, too, so can you wake up and get up by seven?” As Ara talked soothingly, Nabi stirred and gradually opened her eyes. Ara opened the door a little wider to let the hallway light shine in, as Nabi had drawn her blackout drapes.

“Hello, Ara-unnie. I’m up now.” Nabi yawned and stretched, then slid off the bed.

“Did you have a good nap? I hope you’ll sleep tonight!” Ara stepped just outside the doorway so she wouldn’t stifle Nabi, who yawned again.

“Yes, I slept well, thank you.”

The two headed to the top of the stairs, where Jungkook awaited.

“Nabi, this is my bodyguard and best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook, this young lady is Kim Nabi.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Nabi,” Jungkook’s bunny smile shone through as he grinned at the girl.

“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you as well, Jungkook-oppa.”

Jungkook grinned even wider at Ara. “I’m her oppa already!”

Ara punched his shoulder gently. “Don’t let it go to your head; I told her she could call us that.”

The foyer door opened, signalling Jimin’s return home. He headed to the powder room to wash up, then joined the little group in the living room, brushing a kiss to Ara’s cheek on his way in.

Jungkook pretended to gag, wincing as Ara pinched his arm.

Nabi was quiet during dinner, her gaze bouncing between the three adults talking and laughing around her but not volunteering much. They drew her in when they could, but weren’t surprised that she didn’t immediately become a chatterbox. She’d been through a lot and was probably still deciding how much she could trust them.

Ara did manage to get her to commit to going clothes shopping the next day, but that was it.

A large yawn cracked Nabi’s face as Jimin asked Jungkook to see him in his office after supper, so Ara said goodnight to the men and followed Nabi upstairs, just in case she forgot where something was or needed help.

Two nights later, Jimin was back at Vixen’s HQ, meeting with the woman herself. He’d showed up unexpectedly, interrupting her spar with Hyunjin, so she wasn’t in full Vixen gear like all the previous times he’d met her.

She’d donned the mask, but her hair was free, a neat brown-black braid falling down her back, a few wisps curled to her sweaty face and neck.

“If you tell anyone you’ve seen more of me than my lieutenants, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to break our agreement,” she waved a finger at him.

“I won’t,” promised Jimin. More of her meant arms and feet, since she was only in a black tank top and workout leggings, her jacket having been tossed aside as she heated up.

Jimin noted interestedly that the gold eyes and red mouth was an indispensable part of Vixen’s persona, as they were still visible.

(As two of her most notable character marks, Ara made sure the lipstick and contacts were first in and last out when she switched between Ara and Vixen. He’d just proved her point—though he didn’t know it—that you should always be prepared for the unexpected; you never know when someone would drop in, either ally or foe.)

“So, you took care of the three men?” she asked.

Jimin nodded. “JK and I made sure they won’t be trafficking in the future…or committing any other crimes.”

She nodded approvingly. “Good.”

The tones of Vixen’s cell phone rang and she bent over, fishing the phone out of her pocket. Answering it, she turned around but didn’t move away; Jimin eavesdropped as best he could. “Vixen.”

There was a pause as her contact spoke.

“What? Stall him! Flag him down and tell him I have a visitor! Engage blade if necessary.” With an aggravated sigh, Vixen ended the call and pinched her nose, muttering something about stupid training, then turned with a smile that was clearly false.

“I’m going to need a minute, would you mind waiting in another room?”

Jimin complied, following her to a small room that reminded him of a cabin. She pointed to the twin bed and shut the door behind her. Jimin didn’t feel like a captive since there was a window large enough for him to crawl through, and there didn’t appear to be any bars or lasers to stop him from doing so if he wished. But he didn’t wish to; he was here for a reason, afterall.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway as someone came jogging up to Vixen. The tread was heavy, likely male, and the visitor greeted her in a male’s voice.

“Hey Vix, I found out where he keeps the goods- why are you frown- ouch! VIX-mmph!”

That male voice sounded awfully familiar. Jimin frowned.

“Shh! I’m gagging you because he’s. next. door!” hissed Vixen harshly. “If you’d checked outside before you snuck in, you'd have seen his car!”

Jimin strained his ears as the whispers softened and moved down the hallway. However, he’d managed to drop a bug on Vixen’s back as he followed her, so he pulled out his receiver and shamelessly eavesdropped.

“I came over the roofs tonight so I didn’t see. I’m sorry, VIx, that was careless; I should’ve known better. I’ll check 360 degrees next time, yakseokhae.”

That was definitely JK.

“Good. Yeesh, oppa, you almost gave everything away! I had Han ready to rush you with his knife to slow you down!”

Oppa?! Why was Vixen so close to JK?

“Sorry, Vixen. But I found out where he keeps the goods, and I’m getting mine tomorrow, so I need to make sure the others won’t be visible when it’s done.”

…the blacklight tattoos each member got when they were inducted into Bangtan? He’d thought JK was a reliable asset to Bangtan, so he’d invited him to get it. JK was obviously Vixen’s spy in Bangtan, but why?…most of JK’s time was spent on his bodyguarding duties with Ara.

Unless…Vixen was going to take out Ara to hit Bangtan and Grey? But both of them were allied with her, that didn’t make sense. And he knew JK would never hurt or let anyone or anything hurt Ara.

Clearly, more investigation was required.

“When are you going to tell him, anyways, Vix? Hasn’t it been long enough for you to trust him?”

Vixen sighed. “It’s a big secret–half my life. It takes time to open up.”

“I understand. I’ll be there when you’re ready. I’ll leave now…”

Jimin heard JK discover the bug when he hugged Vixen goodbye.

There was a pause, crackling as the bug was moved, then a dramatic inhale.

“Vix, what’s this?”

“That’s not one of ours…that’s Jimin’s. I thought I felt his fingers on my back, but I didn’t have time to check.” Vixen cursed, and then all that Jimin heard was static as JK crushed the bug under his boot.

The door swung open, JK standing protectively beside Vixen, who crossed her arms and stared at Jimin.

“Fine. You discovered it. Jungkook is my spy in Bangtan. He helped me start Stray Kids, and he’s an honorary member, since he’s technically affiliated with Gray. I’m not plotting anything against you. Happy?” “Why do you care about Bangtan’s tattoos?” Jimin stared back at her.

“Because Stray Kids have blacklight tattoos too, and I didn’t want to out JK’s and my relationship because you picked a spot close to his previous tattoo to add yours. It’s moot now, I guess.”

“Relationship?” He glanced between the two.

“We’re just friends,” they said in unison, then looked at each other. “What he/she said.”

Jimin sighed. Sure. Just friends. Whatever you say.

“Okay, prove it. Do you have a blacklight around?”

Hyunjin entered with the light and JK unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off one shoulder. The Stray Kids symbol glowed blue at the joining of his neck and shoulder. Along his left arm were eight small bands of moon phases, as well.

Vixen held the blacklight to her shoulder, and the vivid blue symbol appeared on the front of her left shoulder, slightly larger and thicker than JK’s. “Happy?”

“Alright, I believe you.” Jimin took the light from her and waved it over his left collarbone, showing Bangtan’s symbol in glowing purple-blue. “You can choose where you put it, but somewhere that allows for easy access is a good choice for easy ID,” he told JK before turning to Vixen. “Bangtan’s tattoos are secret for a reason.”

She nodded companionably. “Same with Stray Kids, hence, blacklight. JK and I won’t say anything.”

JK nodded as Jimin looked at him. “ I won’t say a word, boss.”

“You’re affiliated with three families, JK. Which one are you most loyal to?”

JK swallowed, his big eyes a bit rounder than normal at Jimin’s subtly threatening tone.

“Yeah, JK, tell me who you’re loyal to,” Vixen buffed her nails against her shirt as she leaned against the doorway, the very picture of nonchalance.

“...I am equally loyal to them. My primary loyalty is to your wife.”

After several tense seconds, Jimin smiled approvingly and patted his shoulder. “Good.”

Vixen nodded at him for his diplomatic answer, then left to continue her spar with Hyunjin.

Jimin and Jungkook rejoined, watching the spar just as VIxen put Hyunjin in an armlock. He tapped out and Jungkook danced into the ring. “Still mad at me for my slip up, Vix?”

“No, we’re good. Foxtrot spar?” She added one of her many code words with him, requesting the use of martial arts plus blades.

Jungkook nodded, and the spar began.

Jimin leaned forward, closely following the pair’s movements. Their sheer grace and long practice of martial arts gave them the facade of a deadly dance, clearly used to practicing together.

Silver flashes gleamed as their knives slashed and parried, tucked away the next second for strikes and kicks.

Finally, JK saw an opening as Vixen slowed from fatigue, her previous spar with Hyunjin lowering her endurance. Caught in a chokehold, Vixen tapped out.

Bowing, the pair ended the spar. Jimin clapped, impressed. “You both fight very well.”

“Thank you,” they said in unison, leaning down to grab a water bottle, opening it, and chugging at the same time.

Jimin rolled his eyes. Totally “just friends”.

Two weeks later, two days before the beginning of the trials, Ara took Nabi to the mall to take her mind off the upcoming event. Nabi now had a varied wardrobe, but Ara was looking for formal dresses for them for a future party..

Nabi had settled in surprisingly quickly, becoming more talkative and outgoing as the days passed, though she was still a quiet child.

She had only been on the street a week since her mom died when she was kidnapped. No one knew who or where her dad was.

Ara had contacted a counsellor for Nabi to see when she was ready to talk about it, and she and Jimin had agreed they’d love to foster with intent to adopt. When Nabi was ready, they’d talk about it. So far, she seemed to love the house, and she often followed Jungkook around like a duckling when he wasn’t with Ara.

Jungkook casually browsed through the men’s section of the formalwear store while he kept an eye on other customers. Ara took Nabi to the womens’ changerooms to try on a couple dresses each. Stepping into the room beside Nabi’s, she froze at the reflection of the man in the mirror with the gun painted at her.

“Follow me quietly and you and the kid won’t get hurt,” he growled.

Tentatively, Ara turned around, hoping Nabi would stay in her changeroom.

Alas, that was not to be, as Nabi stepped out. “Unnie, my zipp-” she stared at the man and Ara calmly, though her eyes were wide with shock. Slowly, she crept behind Ara, keeping an eye on the man.

“Come quietly and you’ll both be fine,” threatened the man. They headed out the back way to the van idling by the door.

Getting in, Ara felt the dull throb of a needle prick as everything faded to black.

~~~

Jungkook headed to the fitting rooms anxiously. Twelve minutes had passed with no sign of either Nabi or Ara. Normally, Ara asked for his opinion on formal fits; while he supposed she may have decided to ask Jimin’s opinion instead, he was still a little worried.

As soon as he saw the silver and jade hairpin Ara had worn that day on the ground, the needle pointing to the back exit, he knew something was up. Pulling out his phone, he began making calls.

~~~

Slowly blinking her heavy lids, Ara tried to focus her thoughts and make sense of everything. As she gradually became more clear-headed, her memories returned.

Pretending to still be unconscious, she strained her senses to check her surroundings.

So far, she could tell that she was likely in a warehouse (how original) in the industrial area by the Han River, with the smell of water and the faint industrial noises surrounding her.

Nabi was in the chair behind her, back-to-back, either still out or merely pretending, like herself.

Ara couldn’t sense any hostile presence around–evidently, they were still supposed to be under the drug’s influence for a while longer.

Carefully, she pressed her watch button in and twisted it, sending an emergency GPS ping to both Chan and Jin.

Clearly, the kidnappers didn’t expect much of a chaebol heiress; since she was untouched, her eight knives, two GPSs, and five impromptu weapons were still on her. Well, at least they were respectful. This meant she was likely not going to be harmed, at least at first, and they didn’t know she was Vixen.

She could work with that.

“Nabi-ah, are you awake?” If she was, Ara would have to wait for her prince(s) in shining armour (unless the kidnappers tried something before then), but if Nabi was still out, Ara could fight her way out and then claim a rescue…

She felt Nabi’s hands brush hers, then– “I know you’re Vixen. Can you get us out of here before oppa comes?”

How- how did this child– Jimin still didn’t know!

“I’ll try.” She wiggled a knife free and passed it through their bonds to Nabi. “Go for blood if you’re in trouble. Now is not the time for guilt or gentleness. Use your teeth and elbows if you have to. Aim for fleshy parts like eyes, groin, or disabling their arms and hands.”

“Got it,” Nabi whispered back. “You’re so cool, unnie.”

Ara smiled inwardly, then began tugging the knot of the rope around her hands loose.

Once she had undone the ropes, she slyly slid one of her knives from her thigh free, using it to cut Nabi loose. “Sit tight unless you’re attacked, okay? On three, I’m going to get our captors’ attention. I already sent a distress signal, so Jimin and Jungkook will be here soon,” she added to reassure her foster daughter.

On three, she ripped the blindfold off and stood up, sliding the knives tucked into her heels out and kicking them off, choosing to fight barefoot.

A quick slash up the side seam of her skirt, and she was ready to fight.

The kidnappers had noticed that she was awake, and five men dressed in black ran into the room.

Good, no guns, yet. The illegal weapons left traces very difficult to clean up and explain away.

Silently she charged the row of three, using the first’s momentum to tumble the second and third like dominoes.

While they were still reeling, Ara began slicing at the fourth and fifth, incapacitating them by aiming for their thighs and shoulders.

One, Two, and Three regained their balance, and Ara hurled one of her blades into Two’s shoulder as she danced around Three, hitting pressure points to take him out.

On her way to One, she yanked the knife out of Two’s shoulder, jabbing it at his waist and thigh.

One appeared to be better trained than the others as he aimed for a pressure point on Ara’s neck. Unluckily for him, she grabbed his wrist, forced him to his knees, and kicked him in the groin.

Spinning back to Two, she hit his neck to temporarily paralyse him, watching him slump before repeating the motion on One.

Sighing, she brushed her hair out of her face, wishing she hadn’t dropped her hairpin at the store as a clue for Jungkook. He’d have found her soon enough through the CCTVs, and she could see better without her hair flying around if she’d kept it.

A second batch of five emerged from the hallway she assumed led to the boss’s control room, but this time the group was armed and better prepared.

Ara supposed the first group were the disposable, bottom-tier underlings who underestimated her.

Dropping into a crouch, she grinned ferally. Worked every time.

Two and Three charged her at the same time, so she simply crouched there, then uncoiled at the last second. Using Two’s knee as a springboard, she wrapped her legs around Three’s neck, sending Two sprawling and choking Three out.

On her way to meet One, Four, and Five, she gifted Two a knife to the thigh, dangerously close to the femoral artery. Oops.

Just before she hit One and Four, she dropped to her knees and slid by, taking their legs out. Rather badass a move of her, if she thought so herself.

Five grabbed her by the hair–rude, but smart— thankfully, it was long enough she could twist to face him and swipe at his knees, then grab his wrist and twist him around.

He released her hair, and she swiftly knocked him out, then headed back to the still-conscious Two, Four, and One.

A quick insurance stab to their dominant arms, and all ten opponents were incapacitated, if not unconscious.

Ara spun to the door, dropping into a defensive stance and re-gripping her blades tightly, only to relax in relief when IN and Felix showed up.

“Oh, good, you’re the first ones here. Nabi knows– I’ll figure out how later– but as of right now, Jimin doesn’t know, so you two took out those assailants, okay? I watched you rescue me when I woke up halfway through the fight,” Ara quickly aligned their cover stories.

Clearly, she should tell Jimin about her…nightly business ventures, but now would not be the time.

“Yes, ma’am,” Vixen’s bodyguards saluted, then began dragging the kidnappers into a row and tying them up.

Ara reclaimed her knife from Nabi and sat back in her chair, holding hands with the girl.

“Jimin-ssi should be here very soon and we can go home, okay? You were so brave; I’m proud of you. It’s okay now, so I understand if you’re a little scared or overwhelmed. Do you want to talk about it?”

Nabi shook her head. “I wasn’t scared; I knew you’d keep us safe, and Jimin-oppa and Jungkook-oppa would come for us.”

‘’How did you know I’m Vixen, Nabi-ah? And I gather you figured Jimin and Jungkook out too.”

Nabi grinned, turning in her chair to face Ara. “Jimin-oppa doesn’t wear a mask. I recognized him from the night when you all rescued us. That pink hair is kind of distinctive. I thought Jungkook-oppa worked for Vixen, but then I saw him with Jimin at the police station. I didn’t know till you woke me up for supper the first night; the way you talked to me and approached me was just like Vixen. And then I saw you with Jungkook-oppa and you were close to him like Vixen was.”

“Is that why you were watching us all so closely?” Ara had a revelation. “I just thought you didn’t trust us yet.”

Nabi nodded proudly. “I was trying to figure out who knew what about who.”

Ara smiled at Nabi and smoothed her hair down. “You are a very clever girl– you’re the first person to figure out that Shin Ara and Vixen are the same person. Everyone else who knows, I told. Have you figured out what everybody knows by now?”

“I think so…you and Jungkook-oppa know each other and Jimin-ssi, and he knows Jungkook-oppa but not you?”

Ara nodded, “Good job, Nabi-ah. Jimin’s family and mine are allies, and Jungkook works for both of them, Gray and Bangtan. He also works for my –Vixen’s– family, Stray Kids. Jimin-ssi and my appa both do not know about me being Vixen, but I think I should tell them now, don’t you?”

Nabi nodded. “Secrets should be kept few and far between.”

“Wise wor-”

Their talk was interrupted by a group of armed men bursting in, guns in hand.

Ara and Nabi blinked back at Jimin’s wide gaze. “You’re safe!”

He holstered his gun and anxiously looked them over. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, pulling Ara into a hug, then Nabi. “What happened?”

“We’re fine, Jimin. Nabi is probably a bit more anxious than she lets on, but we’re fine,” Ara ran her hand down his chest soothingly, feeling the rapid thumping of his heartbeat.

Jimin pulled back to examine Ara's face. “Why is there blood on you?”

“Oh, it's not mine, it’s…theirs…” Ara waved at the neat row of captives guarded by Felix and IN. “They took those guys out and rescued Nabi and me. Jungkook called them, saying we were in trouble.”

Ara had to have some last fun as Vixen, before she unmasked. Unable to resist, she asked in a loud whisper, “Why are there so many of you and why did you have a gun?!”

Jungkook coughed loudly to cover his laughter at Ara’s acting. Felix and IN exchanged grins, turning their backs to ‘guard the prisoners’.

The rest of Jimin’s squad of six looked awkwardly around, invested in the drama and wondering how their boss was going to get out of this jam.

Panic flashed through Jimin’s eyes. “Uh…why don’t we get you home and have a doctor look at you, jagiya. You must have been so scared, Nabi-ah. Let’s go home, hm? I think Mrs Lee was stress-baking up a storm.”

Jungkook slipped out to start the car and told Jimin quietly, but loud enough for Ara to get the message, “I called Dr. Hyunjin– he’ll understand. I have Lady’s men ready to help; I called her guys after you and Jin-hyung.”

“Thanks, JK.” Jimin escorted his girls to the car, leaving Jungkook to drive home while he fussed over them in the backseat.

Ara waited till Nabi showered and Hyunjin okayed her to do anything, much to her husband’s chagrin.

Nabi went straight to bed, and Hyunjin told Ara and Jimin that she was healthy, with no side effects from the drug used to knock them out, and was only stressed, though less so than he’d expected.

Ara was touched by Nabi’s faith in her and her guys.

Hyunjin said good night and all the attention was on Ara. She willingly took a shower, conceding to that after adamantly refusing Hyunjin’s checkup.

Finally, so Jimin would stop worrying, she agreed to give him five minutes to reassure himself that she was indeed feeling 100%.

Ara perched on the counter in her ensuite, her towel wrapped around her neatly and another on her head to keep her hair from dripping in her face.

Cupping Jimin’s face in her hands, she looked him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, yeobo.”

“It’s not your fault, jagi,” Jimin protested immediately.

“Not the kidnapping, no, but the worrying, yes. There’s something I need to tell you. Please don’t freak out, okay?”

Jimin nodded warily, his eyes full of questions.

Ara grimaced, then said. “I know you’re Park Jimin, Head of the Bangtan mafia.”

His face jerked out of her hands. “What? No, I’m not– where did you–”

“Sh, I know, Jimin.” She cupped his face again. “I know Appa is Shin Jungok, head of the Gray mafia. I know my oppas work for you and him as mafiosos. I know your friends aren’t just your friends, they’re also mafia. I know my friend Minho is mafia. The reason I know all this is because…I’m mafia. I’m Lady Vixen.”

Jimin pulled his face away again to stare at her, his jaw slack and his eyes wide.

“I know I was never supposed to know who you all are, but I have since I was twelve. I started planning Vixen then; Kookie helped me. When I was seventeen and Kook was my full-time bodyguard and we could sneak around, I became Vixen.”

“I…don’t believe you.”

Ara hopped off the counter and exited the bathroom, heading for her closet. She changed into jeans and a blouse, then slid her shoes on. “Follow me if you dare.”

Jimin took her hand, confused and curious, as Ara led him to Jungkook’s bike in the garage.

They hopped on, Ara revved, and they sped off, Ara making evasive manoeuvres and pulling over randomly to ensure no one would follow them.

Ara casually strolled up to Vixen’s HQ, D9, and entered her fingerprint, eight-digit code, and eye scan after a moment’s pause.

She headed straight to the back, to Vixen’s room, waving briskly at the sparring members of her mafia gathered in the main room, and pressed on a panel in the wall.

The panel popped out and Ara reached in, removed a small package, and slipped her contacts and fangs in. A small tube of lipstick sat on a shelf, and Ara carefully applied a coat. The mask went on, the jacket was zipped up, and her boots laced up.

Dumbfounded, Jimin watched as his wife did a slow twirl in front of him, a smug smirk on her face. The entire transformation took five minutes.

“You’re really Vixen.”

“Yup.”

Hyunjin popped in with the blacklight again and Ara confirmed her SKZ tattoo on her shoulder. “Thanks, Jinnie. Can you ask the others to come see me in a minute, please?”

In the minute they were left alone, Ara sat behind her desk and kicked out a chair for Jimin to sink into. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you know sooner–for worrying you without reason. I was actually the one who knocked out the guys; Innie and Lix got there after. That’s why I was bloody.”

Hyunjin reentered with IN and Felix, handing Jimin a bundle.

He unwrapped it to discover six knives and two stilettos, which caused him to turn to Ara in confusion.

She smirked. “I never go out unarmed. I also have a GPS in each watch and a few of my larger jewellery pieces. I could also have utilized the belt on my skirt and my necklace as weapons, if I so wish. Unfortunately, I had to leave my hairpin behind, but I often wear my hair up in pins because they double as an excellent weapon in a pinch…especially if they’re modified. All this is to say, I’m sorry for worrying you earlier, and I can take care of myself, so please don’t worry if something like this happens again.”

Jimin stared at her, taking in this whole other side of his wife he’d overlooked before. “Wow, you really are a vixen.”

She tossed him a wink, a proper one, as Seungmin, Minho, Chan, Changbin, and Jisung entered.

“Sup, Vix? Oh…”

“Yep, I told him. Thought he might like to know some of my most trusted men, so he can reassure himself about everything.”

Once her men gave a succinct explanation of their path to Stray Kids and left, the couple were left alone, silence blanketing Vixen’s office.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “You’re really something, jagiya.”

The faint sound of people sparring elsewhere in the building filtered through the air while he collected his thoughts.

“I want to be angry that you hid all this from me, but I can’t really without being a hypocrite. Thank you for telling me now.”

Ara sighed in relief. “Thank you for accepting this part of me. Shall we agree to keep no more secrets?”

The two shook hands solemnly. “No more secrets.”

“Oh, by the way…Nabi figured you out the first night she stayed with us because you don’t wear a mask, and also because of your pink hair. She found me out because Vixen and Ara approached her the same way.”

Jimin sputtered and Ara giggled.

“We have a future menace to society and the underworld on our hands.”

Park Jimin and Shin Ara exited the courthouse, their bodyguards shielding them and their new daughter from the paparazzi.

Once the trial was over and the traffickers harshly sentenced, Nabi relaxed more and was able to enjoy life.

She’d readily agreed to Jimin and Ara’s proposal and was delighted to become a Park.

Secretly, she was dying to know which Family she’d join when she grew up, but wisely didn’t say anything about it.

Now, the papers were signed, sealed, and filed, and Kim Nabi was officially Park Nabi.

In honour of the occasion, Bangtan and Stray Kids had collaborated again to open Black Swan, a restaurant that would be Nabi’s future, if she so desired.

Bangtan and Gray had also collaborated to open Blue and Grey, the last bar in the Blue string owned by Jungok.

He’d been thoroughly shocked to find out his little girl had known for a long time about his secondary business, and how she had twisted his most trusted men around her little pinky (Jin and Namjoon had been glared at for weeks after Ara spilled the beans), but he was proud of her ambition and success, even though he wished she had stayed on the legal side of things.

~~~

Jimin crawled into bed beside Ara and flipped off the light, turning to pull her to him.

“How is everything going? You’ve been pretty busy lately,” she murmured, cuddling into his body heat.

“It’s calming down now, thankfully. The worst part is seeing you less.”

“Flatterer,” she said, but Jimin heard the smile in her voice. “I miss you too, when you’re busy like this.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, enjoying her angelic appearance as the moonlight fell across her face. They lay there, cuddling in silence for a while, until a thought struck Jimin. He’d been getting used to talking to Ara about his mafia issues, knowing that she’d understand him better now.

“Yoongi is looking for a wife.”

“Oh?” Sheets rustled as Ara pulled away a bit, turning to look at him.

“Yeah, for some reason he wants a wife who’s not in a gang. You know anyone?”

Ara made a noise of surprise. “Really? Hm…I might! You know how I’m allying with that gang, Seventeen, temporarily? I might find a way. I’ll look into it.”

TO BE CONTINUED…in Godmother: Tigress

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading my story! I hope you have a beautiful life<3

Some fun notes about the universe, if you're interested:

-> 22924514 = Vixen in Alpha-numeric code. It's Vixen's code for D9. D9 is a STAY easter egg.

-> Jimin and Jungkook were both part of the same trafficking/rescue situation. They weren’t together, though, and their memories are fuzzy and black out from that time. Eventually, they realise they have a connection and bond over it.

#bangtanwhq #bangtanfamiglianet #group: bts #member: pjm #type: fic #author: star-my #series: godmother #title: vixen #chapter: 3 #length: 5-6k #rating: t #au: arranged marriage #au: ceo #au: mafia #bts fanfic #bts jimin fanfic #bts ff

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39,5°C (Fever) (m) | pjm

Thank you to everybody who follows, either for my own fics or my recs - it's much appreciated and means so much to me 🥹 So, for my 100th follower milestone, I give you this; I hope you like it 💜

Pairing: Jimin x reader (female, “Y/N”)

Genre/AU: Established relationship, non idol!au, pwp, smut, fluff if you squint

Rating: mature/explicit/R18

Word count: 6,2K

Summary: When you get sick you want three things; rest all day, eat your comfort food and have as many orgasms as you can.

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Warnings/tags: Explicit smut in the form of, masturbation (female), fingering, nipple sucking/play, unprotected penetration (they are in an established relationship, but please use protection irl), some cock warming, a lot of orgasms, fucking while sick, OC is so fucking needy and desperate and Jimin just wants to please her.

This is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.

Main masterlist. Cross-posted to Ao3.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues as you slowly roused from sleep.

Blinking away the remnants of dreams, you stretched languidly, only to realize that the warmth next to you, Jimin, was absent.

Confusion furrowed your brow, a dull ache throbbing at your temples. It was as if your mind was wading through a fog, struggling to piece together the events leading up to this moment.

A damp sensation beneath you snapped your senses awake.

Panic fluttered in your chest as you registered the wetness on the bed.

Your skin prickled with discomfort, a blend of clammy sweat and shivers that chased each other up and down your spine. Hot and cold sensations mingled, creating a disorienting dance across your flesh. Your body trembled and you felt a surge of arousal run to your core, a telltale sign of a fever.

A hand to your forehead confirmed your suspicions - heat radiated from your skin, the feverish touch undeniable. The realization sent a sinking feeling through you, an unwelcome interruption to your routine.

You contemplated checking your temperature, not just to provide a concrete reason for your absence from work, but also to validate the intensity of what you were experiencing.

With a resigned sigh, you fumbled for the thermometer, its cool surface a stark contrast to your fevered skin.

As you watched the numbers climb, anxiety held its breath alongside you. 39,5 degrees Celsius glared back, a glaring testament to your body’s turmoil. ‘Yikes’ barely covers the magnitude of this fever, the word echoing like an alarm in your mind.

Reluctantly, you reached for your phone, fingers dancing over the screen to dial your workplace.

Explaining your condition to your boss felt like admitting defeat, you were rarely sick, a palpable sensation of vulnerability washing over you. The conversation passed in a blur, your voice sounding distant even in your own ears as you negotiated the details of your sick leave.

Once the call ended, you were left with the weight of the day ahead - or rather, the weight of what wouldn’t be. You really love your damn office job. Resignation settled in as you acknowledged that rest was your sole agenda.

This was no mere inconvenience; it was a mandate from your own body, an uncompromising insistence on self-care.

Your thoughts drift through a dense fog, each one a weighty presence that seems to slow time itself.

Amidst this mental haze, a singular desire emerges, commanding your attention like a beacon in the darkness; to get off.

When you get sick, you’re out of commission, but Jimin possesses remarkable resilience, bouncing back from ailments with an almost enviable speed. He might slow his pace a tad, yet he’s soon up and running again, his vigor only temporarily dimmed.

However, your own journey through illness is an entirely different narrative. When illness casts its shadow upon you, it’s as if the world grinds to a halt - a relentless fog that blankets your thoughts and body.

You only want three things really; rest all day, eat your comfort food and have as many orgasms as you can.

It’s a craving that rises like a tempest, demanding to be acknowledged.

The desire for intimacy, for the warmth and connection that only your boyfriend can provide, becomes a beacon in the haze of your illness. It’s a need that fluctuates in intensity, an ebb and flow that mirrors the unpredictable nature of your symptoms.

In a daze, you squeeze your thighs together while dirty fantasies run through your mind.

Determinedly, you set your sights on the first craving: a day of uninterrupted rest.

As the world outside continues its bustling rhythm, you cocoon yourself in a cocoon of blankets, the soft embrace of your bed a sanctuary from the demands of the day. A season of your cherished TV show flickers on the screen before you, its familiar characters and storylines a comforting companion in this isolated respite.

Yet, even the most captivating narrative can’t entirely distract from the persistent itch of restlessness. As episodes blur into one another, you find your mind wandering, the confinement of your surroundings reflecting the confines of your own body.

The hours stretch, each minute an elastic band tugging at your patience.

The promise of comfort food beckons like a siren’s call, and soon, the aromatic allure of pizza fills the room.

You indulge in its cheesy embrace, the combination of flavors a temporary reprieve from both your physical discomfort and the monotony of your confinement. The first bite is a symphony of sensations - crisp crust giving way to a burst of savory satisfaction, a moment of bliss that lingers on your taste buds. But even indulgence has its limits.

As the pizza slices dwindle and the ice cream follows suit, the novelty wanes, leaving behind a subtle undertone of longing. You try navigating the vast expanse of social media, but it yields little in the way of fulfillment, each swipe a fleeting encounter with curated lives that only serve to amplify the quiet void within.

Your energy reserves are far too depleted to muster the focus required for anything more substantial.

In time, you discover yourself reclined upon the bed’s embrace, solitary in Jimin’s absence, your eyes are gently shut, a willing surrender to the world’s demands, while the low sensual R&B beats of your beloved ‘dirty hoe’ Spotify playlist weave a cocoon around your senses, cradling you in a symphony of horny melodies on an endless loop.

You rub your thighs together and get lost in the bliss of the feeling. You’ve got nothing to do. Might as well do yourself.

Your fingers glaze the top of your panties, digging deeper until you reach the spot just over your clit.

Rubbing circles on your clothed clit, you spread your legs and throw your head back into the bed, already feeling the beginning of an arousal. You can’t help the sweet noises that escape your mouth, as you roll your hips in search of more friction.

You press harder on your clit, imagining it’s Jimin’s hands instead of yours, knowing that he would be able to make you climax in a matter of minutes.

Pinching your clit, you let out a high pitched moan as you feel the knot in your stomach forming.

Images of Jimin flash before your eyes, him kissing you deliciously, fucking you like it was the last time.

Beads of sweat gather along the precipice of your hairline, a glistening testament to the fevered symphony playing out within.

Each breath you draw is a ragged melody, a reminder of the battle your body wages against the searing heat that courses through you. You set a fast pace, rubbing mindlessly, as you pant for air.

Almost there, you can feel it coming.

In frustration, you pinch your clit again and come undone with a scream of Jimin’s name.

Your body thrashes around the bed, as you come down from your climax.

Your thoughts wade through a dizzying haze, an intricate labyrinth where clarity is but a fleeting visitor. Meanwhile, your body becomes a canvas of discomfort, a sticky and clammy landscape painted by the relentless brushstrokes of sweat.

You register an uncomfortable wetness between your legs, and discard your soaked panties to the floor.

Your body remains a furnace, its warmth radiating through every fiber as you continue to draw breath in ragged gasps. Seeking relief, you shift onto your stomach, a desperate attempt to find a position that might offer some respite.

Your hand gropes beneath the pillow, finding the cool touch of your phone. Fingers trembling slightly, you navigate to Instagram in pursuit of distraction, a temporary escape from the confines of your condition.

Yet, the respite is fleeting, evaporating like mist in the face of a relentless sun. Your desires surge once more, a hunger that refuses to be quelled. The allure of the digital world fades in comparison to the voracious craving that commands your attention, rendering your attempts at diversion feeble and futile.

You surrender to the tempest within, rolling onto your back as your hands traverse the landscape of your fevered body, fingers tracing the contours of your clammy skin.

They land on your already pebbled nipples, and you give them a hard tug, moaning and rolling your hips mindlessly.

Jimin's cotton shirt adheres to your skin like a second layer, a tactile reminder of the stickiness that has become an unwelcome companion.

With a sudden resolve, you sit up, a surge of urgency propelling you as you shed the shirt in a swift motion, the fabric slipping away like the bonds of discomfort being cast aside.

In a matter of seconds, your hands return to your breast, cupping them like Jimin usually does.

Your fingers run over your nipples again, and you feel a tingle run down your spine. As you tug and pinch your nipples, you imagine it’s Jimin doing it.

The way he would lick your perked buds, occasionally giving them a light bite has your walls clenching around nothing.

You moan, thinking about the pleasure Jimin usually delivers to you with his plush and wet tongue.

One of your hands leaves your breast to travel down to your throbbing naked pussy.

Spreading your legs, you find your clit and give it a few rubs.

Your fingers glide easily, as your clit is covered in your earlier orgasm. Your fingers travel down to your folds, opening yourself up more.

Sticking one of your fingers into your warm cunt is easy with the insane amount of arousal pooled there.

You groan in pleasure, as you stick another finger into your clenching hole.

Rolling your hips, you begin to fuck yourself as your other hand is pinching and tugging a nipple.

Once more, a hazy fog blankets your thoughts, veiling your mental landscape in a disorienting mist.

In this moment, your deepest wish unfurls - a longing for Jimin’s presence, his soothing touch, the steady rhythm of his breath and the unfaltering warmth of his embrace to tether you amidst the turbulence of your body’s rebellion.

The feeble attempt you make to alleviate your distress pales in comparison to the soothing magic that Jimin's touch possesses. It's a stark reminder of the chasm between your efforts and his unparalleled comfort.

Nonetheless, in this interim of absence, your makeshift remedy will have to suffice, bridging the gap between your yearning for relief and the eventual embrace of his return.

You think about Jimin fucking you with his thick cock, stretching your pussy deliciously.

Hitting your g-spot, and thrusting into you with fervor, while his balls hit your folds. The imagination, a force as potent as it is relentless, takes hold of you with unyielding fervor, reducing the barriers between reality and desire to mere dust.

In its wake, you sense the foundations of your resolve begin to erode, like cliffs succumbing to the relentless assault of waves.

Squelching sounds fill the room, as you finger yourself frantically, searching for another release.

A palpable tension simmers, coiling like a slumbering tempest just beneath the fragile surface of your composure and when the image of Jimin fucking you gets too much, you moan loudly as another orgasm coats your walls.

Your chest rises and falls in desperate rhythms, each breath a struggle as you labor to coax your body into a state of surrender.

A gnawing sense of insufficiency takes root, an undeniable truth that settles like an ache in the core of your being.

Compelled to fill this void, you reach for your laptop, your fingers dancing across the keyboard to unearth a video - a cherished artifact of you and Jimin.

As the footage unfolds before you, you stick your fingers into your already drenched pussy again.

As the symphony of sounds spills forth, a captivating crescendo that weaves through the air, your gaze becomes ensnared by the screen's luminous embrace, you fuck yourself again, while you rub your clit with your other hand.

“Ah, Y/N, you’re so tight! You’re taking me so well.” Jimin's voice pours forth, a mellifluous cascade that saturates the room, its dulcet tones mingling with the very air you breathe, a sweet intoxication that leaves you hovering on the edge of delirium, rolling your eyes while you search for yet another release.

You add another finger into your throbbing pussy as the screen shows Jimin fucking you from behind.

A moan leaves your lips, mixing with squelching sounds from your pussy and the obscene sounds from the laptop.

“This pussy was made for me, ah.” video Jimin says followed with a slap to your ass.

Your pussy clenches around your fingers. Your clit is throbbing with your fast rubbing on it and you insert another finger into your cunt, finally feeling a small stretch.

You feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, with the images of your home made porn playing before your hooded eyes unraveling you.

“Fuck! I’m coming!” and then you’re orgasming to the sound and visual of Jimin releasing inside your warm and spent pussy.

Your body throbs with a weary cadence, each pulse echoing the exhaustion that courses through you, leaving you feeling spent, both physically and emotionally.

The discomfort intensifies, a relentless reminder of your sticky, sweat-slicked state that clings to you like an unwelcome second skin, refusing to relent.

You draw in ragged breaths, your lungs yearning for air as you hastily halt the video's playback, the sudden cessation of sound echoing the turbulence within your chest.

Tired, you envelop yourself in the gentle glow of the screen, as you dive into another episode of your treasured TV series. You lay in your bed, naked, with only the covers draping your legs.

The door’s soft creak heralds Jimin’s return, his presence a soothing balm to the quietude that has wrapped itself around you.

As his eyes fall upon your prone form nestled within the sheets, his gaze deepens with understanding - silent communication that transcends words.

Without a syllable spoken, he knows about your illness.

A gentle smile dances at the corners of his lips, a mixture of concern and affection that paints his features. His voice, warm and tender, breaks the silence, the words like a soft caress against your weary senses.

“How many, baby?”

The question hangs in the air, laden with a delicate balance of worry and steadfast promise that he’s here to shoulder the burden of your discomfort alongside you.

With the mere entrance of Jimin's presence, a subtle electric current courses down the length of your spine, a tingling sensation that dances between the realms of anticipation and recognition, as you rub your thighs together and bite your lip, “Three.”

A gentle chuckle escapes from his plush lips, a melodic sound that unfurls like a whisper of warmth, as he strides toward the bed and eases down beside you, his presence a soothing balm to your discomfort.

“You know it’s a vital part of my self-care ritual whenever fever pays me a visit,” you protest, your lips pursing in a playful pout that hints at a mixture of defiance and endearing vulnerability.

“Yeah, I know about your fever horniness,” his laughter erupts with a resonant force, a vibrant symphony that reverberates through his entire being, yet his approach is marked by a smirk that dances across his lips, an alluring blend of amusement and intention.

“What do you need, baby?”

His finger traces a tantalizing path over the sensitive expanse of your ass and thighs, each touch akin to a lightning bolt of sensation that ignites a perilous shiver, sending a cascade of exhilaration down the length of your spine. In its wake, a fresh wave of desire surges, pooling on your pussy.

A gulp tightens your throat, a visible testament to the sudden intensity of the moment, while your breath catches in your chest, a gasp that hangs in the charged air like an unspoken invitation, “Your dick and your tongue.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” a playful smirk graces his lips, a mischievous expression that hints at a secret understanding, as his touch traces a tantalizing path along the contours of your waist as he feels his dick throb with want.

“You started without me,” he utters the words in a mock pout, his tone a blend of teasing and longing, as his fingers dip down to your pussy with deliberate intent, trailing a path that ignites a symphony of sensations.

You raise your hips in search of more of his touch.

“I’m sorry. But I couldn’t wait…” A frustrated whimper escapes your lips, a raw sound that encapsulates the intensity of your desires and the ache for more.

You just want to get off again.

“I know, baby. You probably did so good by yourself, huh?”

His gaze drinks in the contours of your naked form, an appreciative hunger that's palpable, causing goosebumps to rise like a symphony across the landscape of your skin.

“Not as good as when you touch me. I need your touch, Jimin.”

In a voice etched with ragged urgency, you plead, the words a raw testament to the overwhelming desire that courses through you, while your lustful eyes blink rapidly, revealing the depth of your need.

He seizes a generous handful of your ass, an electrifying touch that sends shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through your being. In response, you groan, your very essence melting under the mastery of his hands, reduced to pliable putty that he molds with deliberate expertise.

You open your legs invitingly, showing him your glistening pussy, “Won’t you come taste me?”

A teasing flick of his tongue moistens his lips, a gesture loaded with an unspoken promise, as he inches closer to you, his presence a tantalizing magnetism that sends anticipation crackling through the air.

His form hovers over yours, a suspended moment pregnant with the weight of desire and the thrill of what's to come.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

In a voice dipped in seductive tones, he murmurs the words, a sultry invitation that hangs in the charged space between you, as he positions himself on his knees.

The fabric of his shirt yields to his skilled fingers, sliding off his form in a fluid motion that reveals the sculpted contours of his body, each movement a declaration of intent. His bare chest emerges into view, an arresting sight that captures your gaze and holds it captive, a canvas painted with the contours of his sculpted form.

Your eyes trace the lines of his delicious abs, his ‘Nevermind’ tattoo, a visual feast that leaves you with an insatiable hunger, and your fingers, guided by a magnetic pull, begin to explore his torso with a reverent touch.

He leans in with a calculated grace, his intent clear in the intensity of his gaze, as both of his hands find the curves of your breasts, his palms cupping them with a touch that conveys possession and longing.

A moan of pleasure escapes your lips, a raw sound that encapsulates the exquisite sensation that courses through you, as his hands remain a source of warmth on your fevered form, a stark contrast that heightens the sensory journey.

An involuntary surge of sensation propels your body, causing your back to arch with a fervent response, an unspoken invitation for more of his touch, as he begins to roll your nipples.

He leans his head down, giving a nipple a quick lick before he captures it in his warm mouth. He sucks lightly at first, while he pinches your other nipple.

The melodic cadence of your sounds forms an intoxicating symphony, an improvised composition that resonates in the charged air, while a surge of arousal courses through you, electrifying your senses and heightening the fervor of the moment.

One of Jimin's hands embarks on an exploratory journey down the landscape of your body, a purposeful exploration that leads to your pussy, where his touch transforms into an unyielding grasp, squeezing your clit with a deliberate force that ignites a symphony of pleasure-pain.

You release a crescendo of uninhibited sounds, each one a testament to the exquisite sensitivity that courses through you, a maelstrom of sensations amplified by the presence of your already three orgasms.

His fingers, a skillful symphony of touch, bestow a few tantalizing rubs to your clit, a prelude to the main act that follows.

With deliberate intent, he slides a finger into the depths of your wet pussy, each movement a rapturous dance that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your every nerve ending.

“So wet,” a chuckle, laced with both amusement and desire, escapes his lips, the room now painted with an intimate soundscape as the squelching echoes through the air.

His single finger, a masterful conductor of sensations, explores the depths of your being, each thrust a declaration of intent that creates a symphony of pleasure only the two of you share.

He returns to his skilled ministrations sucking on one of your nipples, a sensation that unfurls like a velvet caress, while his other hand continues its purposeful exploration, working to fuck you open with a deliberate determination that merges pleasure with a heady sense of anticipation.

A surge of urgency courses through you, compelling your hips to roll with a fervent rhythm, an instinctive dance that strives to align with his thrust, seeking a nexus where desire and connection intertwine in a symphony of shared pleasure.

He skillfully introduces a second finger into the equation, his touch an intricate dance that navigates the canvas of your pussy with purposeful intent.

His quest becomes a search for the elusive spot that ignites a cascade of sensations, a treasure trove of pleasure concealed within the intricate pathways of your body.

Your breaths escape in ragged bursts, a symphony of urgency that fills the air, each inhalation a desperate attempt to quench the growing fire within.

As your chest heaves, you huff for air, the oxygen a lifeline that barely keeps pace with the tumultuous pace of your desires, all while a knot of anticipation tightens in the pit of your stomach, a tangible reminder of the impending climax.

A third finger joins the symphony of sensation, a deliberate intrusion that causes your pussy to clench around him, an involuntary reaction that amplifies the intensity of the moment.

The palpable tightness he encounters tells him that you're teetering on the precipice of release, a knowledge that fuels his own desire.

With the dexterity born of desire, his free hand embarks on an exploratory journey, seeking out your other breast with a determined touch.

His fingers dance with a skilled grace, deftly rolling its nipple, each movement a calculated rhythm that weaves an intoxicating tapestry of sensations, a tactile duet that resonates through your being.

“It’s so good, Jimin!” a gasp, unfiltered and primal, escapes your lips, the sound a testament to the exquisite pleasure that courses through you, as you endeavor to arch your back, an instinctual response that seeks to press your body into the electrifying path of his touch.

A low, reverberating hum escapes his lips, a resonant vibration that sends ripples of pleasure through your breast, the intimate connection between his mouth and your body forging a sensory bridge that defies words.

Meanwhile, his fingers continue their masterful dance, striking your elusive spot with a relentless rhythm that sets your senses ablaze with each deliberate touch.

You feel it coursing through your body like a surge of electric intensity, each nerve ending awakening in a symphony of sensation.

Your toes curl involuntarily, a physical manifestation of the overwhelming pleasure that radiates from within.

Your hands seize Jimin's hips with a fervent grip, an anchor in the tempest of ecstasy as you succumb to the cascade of release, a moan escaping your lips like a melody, a reverberating chord that sounds eerily like his name.

You pant, your breath a delirious cadence that echoes the crescendo of sensations that have washed over you.

Your body basks in the radiant afterglow of a fourth orgasm, a testament to the heights of pleasure scaled throughout the day, each peak and valley etched into your memory like an intricate map of desire.

Jimin's gaze rests upon you, his eyes hooded with a potent blend of desire and satisfaction, a witness to the tableau of your body's unraveling beneath the skilled ministrations of his hands and mouth.

In this intimate exchange, unspoken understanding flows between you, a language woven from shared pleasure and the unbreakable bond you share.

The depth of his affection knows no bounds, a love that transcends the ordinary and propels him to the edges of devotion. For you, he's willing to traverse any distance, cross any threshold, and brave any challenge.

His heart beats in harmony with yours, a melody of adoration that echoes through the moments you share, an unwavering testament to the lengths he'll go to ensure your happiness and well-being.

He rises onto his knees with an irresistible allure, shedding the confines of his pants and boxers in a fluid motion that unveils his already hardened dick.

The air seems to crackle with anticipation, the atmosphere thickening as his form becomes a portrait of primal need and unabashed vulnerability.

Your tongue darts out, an instinctual gesture that moistens your lips in a silent anticipation that hangs in the charged space between you, a silent agreement forged by desire.

“Gawd. It’s so beautiful.”

You say, the words a sultry whisper that hangs in the air like a secret promise, a declaration of intent that sets the stage for what's to come.

Your hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around his cock with a teasing touch, each stroke a deliberate dance that fuels the fire of desire between you.

Jimin's chuckle, a featherlight sound that dances through the charged atmosphere, becomes an auditory caress that sends shivers down your spine.

His form hovers over you, a poised predator basking in the thrill of the chase, the air practically crackling with the intensity of his presence.

"What do you crave now, baby?" he murmurs in a voice saturated with a potent blend of desire and longing, a low timbre that wraps around the words like a silken caress, igniting a spark of anticipation in the air.

“I want to be ravished,” your hips engage in a rhythmic dance, a deliberate movement that aligns with the symphony of sensations cascading through you, while the telltale sensation of sweat prickling down your forehead adds a tactile layer to the sensory landscape, a physical manifestation of the fevered desire coursing through your veins.

“I want to cream your dick,” you breathe, the exhalation a fragile bridge between reality and reverie, as the haze of desire blankets your thoughts in a seductive shroud.

In response, a hiss escapes Jimin's lips, a sound that teeters on the edge of restraint, a symphony of shared yearning that hangs heavy in the charged air.

“I want you to come in my pussy.” You tease, the words a playful invitation that resonates with the promise of shared pleasure, your voice a delicate melody that dances through the charged atmosphere.

Your hands find purchase on his thighs, fingers squeezing with an artful pressure that ignites a symphony of sensation, a tactile duet that harmonizes with the unspoken desires that course between you.

Jimin's hiss echoes once more, a sound that reverberates like a whispered plea amidst the charged tension, as if his very being is ensnared within a cloud of desire and longing.

His dick, a pulsating ache that demands attention, throbs with an insistent rhythm, a relentless reminder of the friction and release that his body craves, a symphony of need that courses through his veins.

With a firm resolve that belies the intensity of his desire, he seizes his dick in a purposeful grip, aligning it with your pussy.

The air seems to hold its breath, a suspended moment pregnant with anticipation, the magnetic pull between your bodies poised to culminate in an explosion of shared ecstasy.

Before he gives in to the tempest of desire that surges between you, a primal force that demands satisfaction, he seizes a pillow with a thoughtfulness that speaks volumes.

With a gentle nudge, he situates it beneath your head, a gesture that adds a layer of comfort to the impending intimacy, a reminder that amidst the flames of passion, he's attuned to your every need.

Then, in a languid dance that seems to stretch time itself, he eases into you with a deliberate slowness, his cock head parting your folds in a teasing, torturous symphony of sensation. The exquisite friction becomes a dance of pleasure and anticipation, a measured cadence that ignites every nerve ending along the way, as he navigates the delicate balance between fervor and restraint.

His dick glides into you effortlessly, aided by the slickness that envelops him, a liquid promise of pleasure that makes every inch of his entry a journey of shared ecstasy.

As he becomes one with you, your walls embrace him with a tantalizing grip, a response that reflects the profound connection between your bodies, a fusion of desire and intimacy that transcends mere physicality.

“Ah, you’re still so tight,”

He releases a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, a sound that escapes in a mixture of relief and surrender, as he reaches the depths of your being, a tangible joining that renders him fully immersed in the euphoria of the moment.

You savor the overwhelming fullness that finally envelops you, a sensation that satiates the craving that has persisted throughout the day.

It's the culmination of a desire that's been building, being filled to the brim with the thickness of Jimin's dick, a union that ignites a shiver coursing down your spine, electrifying every nerve ending. As the moment unfolds, he initiates a slow retreat, a movement that draws you both through a symphony of sensations, a dance that echoes the intimacy of your connection.

He surges forward once more, a determined movement that drives him to the very hilt, his relentless desire mirrored in each of his swift thrusts.

With a masterful touch, he discovers your hidden spot in mere moments, a revelation that sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, the intensity of the sensation causing your vision to blur as the world momentarily fades, overtaken by the overwhelming cascade of ecstasy.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he pants, the rhythm of his breath a synchrony with the fervent pace at which he fucks you, his grip on your hips an anchor that thethers you to the reality of the moment.

His dick plunges into you with an unyielding force, a declaration of possession that melds raw passion with an unspoken promise of unity.

He artfully guides one of your legs up, positioning it against his torso in a deliberate display of intimacy, your foot finding purchase against his neck in a sensual image.

With this angle, he plunges into you with a newfound depth, each thrust a revelation of pleasure that leaves you breathless, the arrangement of your bodies a testament to the choreography of desire that unfolds between you.

“Ah! Jimin!” you release a breathless moan, a symphony of pleasure and vulnerability that dances on the edge of bliss, a melody woven from the rawest depths of your desire.

“I’m so fucking close,” you pant with each measured breath, caught in the intoxicating rhythm of his thrusts, a symphony of desire that leaves you gasping for air between each electrifying connection.

One of his hands embarks on a deliberate exploration, seeking out your swollen clit with an intent that radiates through his touch. The glide of his thumb becomes a source of intoxicating sensation, igniting a cascade of pleasure that courses through your body.

“Ah!” a breathless cry escapes your lips, the sound a mixture of surprise and ecstasy as the sensations wash over you, while your body responds with an instinctual arch, a graceful curve that seeks to amplify the pleasure within the constraints of the position.

“Fuck!” the word bursts forth, nearly a scream but instead a fervent exclamation, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you.

Simultaneously, Jimin's fingers continue their skilled dance, maintaining a tantalizing rhythm on your clit, while his dick delivers deep and forceful thrusts that threaten to unravel your senses entirely.

With a primal scream that carries his name on its wings, your release squirts forth in a torrent, an explosion of sensation that engulfs his dick and fingers.

The world around you dissolves into a white-hot haze, your vision momentarily obliterated by the intensity of the moment, as you pant in a frantic rhythm, each breath a lifeline that stitches you back to the reality of the room.

The culmination of pleasure leaves you suspended in a euphoric liminality, every nerve ending aflame with the afterglow of ecstasy.

“Fuck!” Jimin's hiss reverberates in the charged air, a testament to the exquisite sensation that courses through him as your walls clamp around him, an embrace so tight that it borders on suffocating intensity.

As the waves of your orgasm surge through you, a tempest of sensation that engulfs your being, his thrusts mirror the tumultuous rhythm of your release.

Each movement becomes a study in controlled chaos, his own desire reaching a crescendo as he hurtles towards his own climax.

“Ah! I’m coming, babe!” he pants with a rhythm that mirrors the frenzy of his desire, each breath a tangible testament to the passion that courses through him.

With a final, hard thrust, he stills within you, his essence flooding your depths in a torrent of warm cum that paints your walls with an intimate declaration of shared intimacy.

He surges forward, a final thrust that extends the boundaries of pleasure, his movements a testament to his need to savor every last fragment of the climax he rides out.

The rhythm becomes a reflection of his own ecstasy, each thrust a stroke of intimacy that weaves a tapestry of shared release between your bodies, a culmination that leaves you both suspended in the aftermath of pleasure.

Despite the sheen of sweat that adorns your skin and the fever that courses through your veins, an urgent need propels you to draw him close, your arms enveloping his form in an embrace that defies the constraints of physical discomfort.

Your body radiates heat, a testament to the fever's grip, yet the desire to feel his heartbeat against your own is a force that eclipses all else.

“It’s hardly fair,” you remark with a playful huff, a mixture of exasperation and laughter tingling your words, “that you’re not even breaking a sweat.”

The words carry a lightness that dances amidst the weight of your fevered state, the exchange a testament to the shared intimacy that allows for such candid moments even in the midst of vulnerability.

“I guess I’ve got better stamina, sweetheart,” he chuckles, the sound a gentle ripple that lingers in the air, even as his dick goes soft within the warmth of your pussy.

With a tenderness that belies the intensity that has passed between you, he seals the moment with a sweet kiss pressed to your lips, a lingering connection that speaks of the intimacy shared and the unbreakable bond that defines your connection.

A blend of his cum and your own arousal trickles from your heated core, a physical reminder of the fervent exchange that has unfolded between you.

He withdraws from you completely, a deliberate movement that creates a sudden void, a palpable absence that contrasts with the intensity of moments prior.

Slumping down beside you, his breaths come in ragged pants, each exhalation a testament to the exertion of shared pleasure.

The space between your bodies becomes a canvas that captures the echoes of your intimate dance, an image of vulnerability and release that lingers in the air like a whisper.

A sense of emptiness washes over you, an aftermath of the profound connection that has left a void in its wake. Your lips form a subtle pout, a silent plea that rests in the curve of your expression, a wordless request for the closeness and intimacy that you yearn to preserve.

“Oh, I know that look,” he chuckles softly, the sound a warm caress that mingles with the air, as his hand sweeps through his blond hair.

The knowing amusement in his eyes speaks of an unspoken understanding between you, a connection forged through countless shared moments, a familiarity that transcends words.

Beside him, you shift restlessly, a subtle squirm that speaks volumes about the growing hunger within you.

Your thighs press together with a desperate urgency, a physical manifestation of the insatiable desire that has rekindled within your core.

The air seems to crackle with anticipation, the atmosphere electrified by the magnetic pull between your bodies, a force that threatens to engulf you both once again in the flames of shared longing.

“Just give me an hour or two, then we can go again,” he chuckles softly, the sound a tender reassurance that carries within it a promise of more to come.

His lips nuzzle against the delicate curve of your neck, a gesture that's both affectionate and possessive, the fervor of his kisses an echo of the passion that simmers between you. The intensity of his touch leaves a mark, a phantom sensation that lingers even after his lips have moved away, a tangible reminder of the connection that binds you together.

Author’s note: I get incredibly horny when I have a fever, so this idea popped into my head 😇 My husband calls it “fever horny” 🤣 I’m so sorry, am I the only who’s like this? 🫢

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kirihotto · 1 month

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Forget. Him. PT.1 {Jimin X Reader 18+}

Warnings: Sexual asst. topics suggested (Not aimed at Jimin),

→ Rating: 18+ Minors are prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content.

→ Genre: Mending relationship

→ Word Count: 2 405

Published: 03/28 / 24

Inspiration: (Strangers Kenya Grace) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgd5Bv7vefY

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“No new messages.” I sighed, tossing my phone on my bed. My tear stained face buried in my hands. A dark cloudy morning, similarly to how I was feeling. Pushing my hair out of my face as my memory caught up with me. I had just dumped my boyfriend. The infamous Park Jimin. Yet I was the one crying myself to sleep like a baby. Tissues tossed about my mess of a room, like it hadn't been cleaned in years. Struggling about us splitting, in silence. Though he was.. Not exactly agreeing with the situation either. Yet again here I was thinking about him again. “Forget him.”

I spat out. Shaking my thoughts away from the matter. Throwing my sheets off myself, I flung my legs over the side of the bed. As my now cold feet dangled above my cozy gray bunny slippers. Staring down at them knowing damn well I needed something to distract myself from my own thoughts.

With a groan I made the final hop out of my bed, sliding into the cozy slippers. Slugging my way to the bathroom. Making eye contact with myself in the mirror, I winced. Wiping the tear stains and messy hair off my face. It had made it just slightly obvious how I was feeling. Sliding off my pajamas and cozy slippers. Turning my focus to the tap, the hissing of warm water already sounded refreshing. Sliding down my form as steam filled my small cluttered bathroom. Though I stood there empty minded, staring at a tile on the shower wall. Examining every corner again and again. Washing up had relaxed me a little. But it certainly didn't move my thoughts entirely. If anything it reminded me of the little things like this we'd do together. In the morning before work or the evening after a long day. It had felt like a long day. Even though I had just woken up.

Sulking over back to my bed I flopped down again defeated. A wet towel round my neck. My hair, a disaster, Leaving tear stains on the sheets. Picking up my phone I decided to scroll through social media. Just random nonsense.

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By this point it was already two forty three pm. Still sprawled out on my bed in a bathrobe. Hair still slightly damp, unstyled. No effort once oh ever. Finally I flopped my phone down beside me. My eyes ached, stomach growling at me. Thoughts of his smile filled my mind. The words of affirmations he’d tell me at times like these.. My apartment had never felt.. So big. I sat up again, phone limp in one hand, the other placed over my forehead. Aching from having been lazing around for hours on end.

“Ugh.. my head.. I need to drink and eat-” Just as I was about to make an attempt to get up. My phone vibrated in my hand. I didn't have to look to know who it was. I sat in silence for a moment, my head in my hand as my phone rang in the other. Hesitantly I took a glance, reading the caller ID as tears started brewing in my eyes. Making my head throb. Gritting my teeth, I tossed my phone on my bed. Standing up, leaving it behind.

“Forget me. Please.” I sighed making my way to the kitchen. As much as I didn't want to bother taking care of myself, I knew it would only make things worse if I didn't. Rather than a usual coffee I had a glass of cold water to wake me up. Inhaling two full glasses in an instant. Making myself a simple bowl of instant ramen I made my way quickly back to my cave. Cuddling under the warm blankets with some fresh water, hot food and clean pajamas. Flicking on the TV scrolling aimlessly for something to watch. But no luck. Slumping back defeated, I downed the noodles.

“Something to do.. I need an excuse to get away from these screens. But.. something enough to distract me…” I thought aloud to myself. The first thought of course would be friends. But I knew they would know something was wrong. I'd break down instantly about it to them. Needing.. Someone new to talk to. “Ah! A date!”

I sprung up. Although I was hoping I could find someone tonight with no strings attached. Trying my luck I opened the first app that came up in my search. Quickly creating a lousy profile I began the swipe game. Although to be fair I wasn't actually interested in a ‘date’. As I kept swiping on the app I kept receiving a few texts from Jimin. Although I had seen his name, I didn't read a single message. To tied in my own thoughts. Receiving another message. Nearly instinctively swiping it away, but it was from one of the pages I swiped on. My first match. Chang Huamen. Recalling he was the one with the little white fluffy dog and nice pushed back hair. He had a kind smile on nearly every photo. He was roughly my age and lived decently close by. I sprung into action.

Chang ‘˘ᵕ˘’: Hey! We matched huh? Haha~ it's not just because of my puppy is it?

Me: Oh no! Though the puppy is cute ^^

Chang ‘˘ᵕ˘’: Hahah! Yes she is, But I think you're the cutest;3

Chang ‘˘ᵕ˘’: Are you free anytime soon to meet? ^^

Me: Oh yes! I'm actually free tonight if you're willing.

Chang ‘˘ᵕ˘’: Oh! Yeah me too!

Me: How's dinner tonight around 5? At Boru Boru

Chang ‘˘ᵕ˘’: Consider me there! See you then ^^

Finishing the conversation feeling a wave of guilt wash over me. It felt wrong to be talking to another guy with plans for a date. Though I had put on a sweet facade in the message, being all depressing wasn't going to get me anywhere. I had made the plans but didn't realize it was already four. There would need to be some serious work to look even half appealing. I was in no shape to embarrass myself anymore.

“Let's start with this hair..” I sighed making my way back to the bathroom. Meeting myself eye to eye in the mirror again. Brushing my hair out it had laid rather flat, but it was better than being a frizzy mess. A small amount of makeup, I honestly could care less. Sighing between each task. All I thought about while getting ready was how I'd prepare for Jimin and I’s dates. Nothing like this. Half assed and careless.

Finishing my makeup I made my way over to the closet to find something to wear. Deciding on a cropped baseball T shirt, baggy jeans, black vans and a zip up hoodie. Since it was quite a cold day. I packed up a small purse quickly before making my way outside.

Down the floors of my apartment out the heavy glass doors I was greeted with a chilling breeze. Though it had sent a shiver down my spine, it was refreshing. I took a deep inhale of the fresh damp smell, standing idle looking up to the sky. A peaceful song playing in my earbuds. Just then my phone rang. A phone call from Jimin. Placing my phone back in my pocket I began the walk. Luckily it was roughly a twenty minute walk on busy days. The dark clouds looming overhead, projecting a similar emotion to us.

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Arriving at the restaurant, a warm flash of air hit me inside the door. The familiar comforting smell of fresh cooked food filled my senses. Reaching for my phone, someone called my name. I froze for a moment. Recalling only the name of the person who had phoned moments ago. Once turning to see my summoner I realized it was Chang. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He was here and had already picked a table. Fumbling around the rest of the empty tables, making my way to the booth he had chosen. On the further end of the diner, against a cold window. Sliding in on the opposite side of the table from him.

“Hey, sorry, am I late?” I asked, my first time really looking at the guy. He had his hair slicked back paired with a colorful poofy jacket and black turtleneck. He also had on many rings and chains in various metals.

“Oh no not at all! I was just lazin around anyway. Who knew it'd be so gray huh?” He replied with a little chuckle and smile. Replying to his statement I chuckled awkwardly. Although I had planned the date and picked a restaurant I really wasn't hungry. Staring out the window next to us, up at the still dark clouds. Chang must’ve noticed and attempted to grab my attention. “Say, Why’d you pick this place?”

“Oh! Well me and-” Ah! I can't tell him we used to go on dates here. “Me and my sister used to come here often! It's been awhile since i've been haha~”

“Hm. interesting. I've been here a few times. The staff are sweet. Just as much as the food.” Chang stated, leaning himself over the table. His head on his arm, eyes looking up at me.Moments later one of said staff came out to our table. Her hair tied up neatly as she carried a tray holding various items. She had a sweet smile until she met us at the table. She paused for a moment then spoke.

“What can I get you started with?”

“We're good with water for now.” Chang replied, looking towards me for an answer. I nodded in agreement.

“Y-yes. Here you are.” She stated as she set down the glasses gently. Chang's focus hasn't moved from her since she came over. Only once did he glance at me. Once she had made it out of ear shot, I questioned him about it.

“Do you.. know her?”

“Oh yeah a little. I've run into her here.. A few times.” He held on a little smile. Shrugging it off I sipped on the fresh cool water. Trying to act interested in the conversation. You could easily tell our focus was.. Elsewhere. This place reminded me of old times. Jimin and I had met here quite often when we had first started dating. It was a good distance away from both of our jobs as well as not overly busy. Since he was famous and all, smaller places made it easier to enjoy eachothers company. Though around six months of us dating they had changed Hybe’s building location making it harder to reach this restaurant as a casual. Even still we had never released to the public that we were dating. Fact. I wanted it that way. I didn't want to be seen by millions of fans. I knew I wasn't the ‘perfect one’ fans would’ve pictured. Which had caused us to meet even less often since identity was an issue. Not to mention his sheer fame. Chang interrupted my thoughts. “ Whatcha thinkin about? The clouds can't be that interesting.”

“Just. Y’know things. ” I replied, it had sounded way more dramatic than I had meant it to. Just as I had finished speaking my phone buzzed again. Quickly pulling it out for a moment to change conversation. But I knew who it was. Jimin. Again. Though this time I read the message as it appeared on my lock screen.

Jimin: Please just talk to me. We can figure this out.

The ‘we’ had struck me right where it hurt. Like I had been pierced in the heart. I turned off my phone again and slid it in my pocket. Another message on delivered.

“A friend of yours?” Chang asked.

“Ah yeah. They're just curious about what I'm up to.” Which was not entirely wrong.

“Ahh did you tell your friends about a date huh?” Chang chuckled. I faked a half hearted smile in response. My heart ached, nearly keeping me from saying anything. In fear I'd start sobbing once again. The message burned into the back of my mind as we chatted back and forth. But again my phone buzzed. Then again. Then a call. “Wow, they must be really curious, miss popular. Why are they calling so much?”

Pulling my phone out of my pocket and muted the call. Nearly slamming the phone on the table. I had caved. I needed to get this off of my chest to someone.

“Ok. I did lie. The person calling me.. I know this is really bad to talk about on a date. Is my EX.” I admitted. Brushing my hair behind my ear with a sigh of defeat.

“Oh? Why didn't you say so?” Chang questioned, looking confused. “I don't mind we all have one.”

“Ah.. well. Since we broke up he has been calling and calling me and I'm not exactly sure what to do about it. I feel bad about it but I knew it needed to happen. I'm not sure whose fault it is and.. Yeah..” I ranted out with a huge sigh. Resting my face in my hands in defeat. Not meeting his gaze.

“Oh. wow. He’s clingy. Kind of annoying no?” He stared blankly. As soon as the words left his mouth I felt a sense of defense wash over me. While it was annoying if you think about it. I had wanted nothing more than to pick up. To hear his voice or see his kind smile again.

“Well. I..” I tried to reply. My mind, running miles a minute. I looked outside to try to find my answer and clear my head. My gaze met with a busy street and pouring rain. A haze of dark clouds and colors.

“You..?”

“I've gotta go.” I stated, slamming my hands down on the table as I pushed myself up. Grabbing my phone off the table and holding in my stream of tears. Clenching the strap of my purse. Chang grabbed my wrist, halting my movements.

“Go?” He chuckled. “You're not going anywhere until I get what I want.”

My mind ran blank as I froze for only a moment. Why won't he let me go? I just want to go home and cry.. I give up.

“I even listened to your story, bitch. How about we make that EX of yours even more jealous hm?~” Chang had muttered in my ear. I tried to shake off his hand. Grabbing at his wrist in an attempt to pull him off.

“We are leaving.”

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magicshopaholic · 8 months

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Near Misses

Summary: Five minutes and a near miss each, Jimin and Hoseok help two ladies in their lives set up their apartment.

Pairing: Jimin x OC, Hoseok x OC (different OCs)

Genre: Exes, brother's best friend; humour, banter, flirting

Word count: 4.2 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, kissing, references to alcohol

A/N: Takes place about three months after New Year's Eve Eve and two months after Kiss and Tell.

Tagging: @bbl32@quarter-life-crisis2@meirkive@faearchives@margopinkerton@dreaming-with-happiness@confessionsofamarshlily@jiminjhang@xjoonchildx@tarahardcore@infinitehobi@handfullofcandids@purpleseoul7

Listen to: "simple song" by the shins

jimin masterlist | hoseok masterlist | main masterlist

“Think fast!”

Jimin whips around and catches the object just before it hits him.

“What the hell?” He examines the thing in his hand. “Sooah, I could’ve died.”

“Getting hit with a coaster? Try again, Park Jimin.”

Jimin huffs and places the coaster with the rest of the set in its stand and lines it on the coffee table. “You could be a little more grateful for my help, you know?”

Sooah chuckles, not looking up from the cardboard box she’s rummaging through. “Help? You’ve spent the last half hour critiquing every aspect of my living room.”

“Isn’t that helping?”

“Not quite. I like my living room.”

“It’s cluttered.” He gingerly picks up the quilt on the edge of her sofa. “And… mismatched. Doesn’t it bother you?”

“No, I think it’s charming.”

“It’s messy.”

“So are you.” She smiles innocently at him.

“Fine, we get it. You like messy things,” he says nonchalantly, grinning and catching a stuffed toy she throws at him. “And you have a lot of crap. Sooah, this is the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he informs her, holding up the stuffed white cat.

“It has lost a lot of its allure,” she admits. “Fine, I can throw that out. I wouldn’t even know where to keep it.”

Jimin frowns. “Why are you unpacking, anyway? Isn’t Chaeyoung the one moving in?”

“Yeah, but I figured she’ll need some room for her stuff in the living room, too.” Sooah stands up and surveys the small space, hands on her hips. “And it’s a good enough reason to do some spring cleaning after a while. Apparently I have a lot of crap,” she adds.

“Kudos to Chae, then.” Jimin sits on the floor and leans back against the coffee table as Sooah tosses the empty cardboard box to the side. “Where is she, anyway?”

“Taking a shower, I think,” she answers, pulling an entire drawer out of a cabinet and rummaging through it. “She spent most of the morning sweeping and cleaning her room.”

“Are you sure you can do the roommate thing again?” Jimin asks curiously, watching as she holds up two sets of miscellaneous chargers. Her hair is tied back but loose strands of hair have escaped her ponytail. Her cheeks look pleasantly chubby and flushed; in the absence of any make-up, he can almost imagine the tiny, almost invisible smattering of freckles on her cheeks.

“Sure, why not?”

“You’ve lived alone for a while. Speaking from experience, having roommates requires a lot of sacrifice,” he says wisely.

Sooah sighs and looks up at him. “Are you going to complain about Taehyung and Jungkook finishing the last piece of hoppang again? It was three years ago, Jimin. Move on.”

“I said it was mine but they still - no.” He takes a deep breath. “Not again. I just meant that I thought you liked living alone.”

“I don’t hate it,” she agrees, going back to the drawer. “But I don’t hate having to split rent either. Plus, if I’m being honest, it’s been getting a bit lonely here lately,” she admits.

Jimin frowns. “Really?” When she simply shrugs, he bites his lip. “Why haven’t you ever called me when you’re lonely?”

It takes her a moment to meet his eyes but when she does, he’s surprised to see she’s suppressing a smile.

“That’s sweet, but… it’s not the kind of loneliness you’ve helped me out with in the past,” she ventures.

He narrows his eyes. “Wow. I’m just a hot piece of ass to you, aren’t I?”

Sooah laughs. “Your words, not mine.”

“So what kind of loneliness is Chaeyoung going to help you out with?” he demands, standing up and folding his arms across his chest. “What does she have that I don’t?”

“You really want an answer to that question?” she asks, raising her eyebrows. “Chae, with her wise words and cute pajamas?”

“Oh, I get it. She’s better at sleepovers. Mixing fruity cocktails and shelling out advice about the horrible men you work with. I’m sure you follow that up with the pillow fights in your underwear.”

“I hate to burst your bubble, Chim, but girls don’t actually do that.”

Jimin clutches his chest in mock-agony. “You’re breaking my teenage boy heart.”

“It’s survived worse,” she says nonchalantly, chucking two broken halves of a candle into a trash bag.

“Chaeyoung must be a hell of a roommate if you don’t even get the pillow fights out of it,” he remarks, picking up a stray cushion and hugging it. “Or you must be the super roommate for her to snag the room the day after you decided to rent it out.”

“Actually, I asked her if she wanted to move in - but only because Hoseok asked me to,” she clarifies, shrugging. “He said she probably wanted to but she’d never listen if he suggested it. I kind of get it, though. Her old roommate was shady as hell.”

“Hoseok may have done you a service, then.”

“Oh, definitely. The first thing she did when she came in here was set up an aroma diffuser.” Sooah points to a small earthen pot at the top of the TV cabinet, with white sticks poking out of it. “I was sold.”

“Sounds like the whole package.” He claps his hands. “Guess you don’t need me, then.”

“Guess I don’t.” She flashes him a smile.

Jimin narrows his eyes. “You’re going to miss me when I’m gone, you know,” he warns her. “When you have no one to snark with over cookie dough or make you a grilled cheese sandwich.”

“You tried that once in all the time we’ve been hanging out since Taehyung’s party, Jimin,” she reminds him. “I have yet to be impressed.”

He nods and bites his lip, knowing she’s referring to more than just a sandwich. She raises an eyebrow expectantly and he chuckles, unwilling to fold.

“Fine. Can I buy you a new sofa? Would that impress you?”

Sooah frowns, visibly taken aback. “A new sofa? No way.”

“This one looks really old,” he says reasonably, going over and examining it briefly. “There’s a cigarette burn here and… is this a coffee stain?” He straightens up and tilts his head. “Don’t you sleep on this?”

“Hey, it’s a really old sofa, okay?” she replies, a little defensively. “I got it second hand because inflation hit rent pretty hard that year, so just… back off,” she adds.

Jimin raises his hands. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to criticise. Just… can’t I gift you one? Friends do that.”

“Friends,” she repeats.

“Isn’t that what we are?”

To Jimin’s relief, her mouth twitches just a little as she rolls her eyes. “Friends don’t gift each other things like furniture,” she informs him, passing him by to gather some stray tape and bubble wrap on the floor. “Save that kind of stuff to spoil your girlfriend with.”

He sighs hugely. “If only she’d do something about it, I would.”

Sooah scoffs as she starts to walk back, stopping slowly when he grabs her hand and tugs her a little closer, the other hand in his pocket.

“Think of what you’d get out of it,” he insists, lowering his voice in an attempt to sound more persuasive.

She raises her eyebrows and tilts her head. “A free sofa?”

“A free sofa, ice cream at your beck and call, and parties with a lot of expensive liquor.”

“A compelling argument.”

“Is it working?”

“Not as well as you’d like,” she quips, playfully punching him in the solar plexus and slipping away when he groans. “In fact, why don’t you make yourself useful?” she continues, nudging a dusty machine at the edge of the carpet. “I dragged this out of the storage closet and almost pulled a muscle while doing it; could you help me put it back in?”

“What is it?” he asks, frowning and going over to take a closer look.

“Vacuum cleaner,” she supplies. “I bought it after four homemade margaritas.”

“So, that’s, like… ten regular margaritas?”

“Exactly.”

“So you called me over just to do all your heavy lifting?” Jimin places a hand on his hip, affronted.

Sooah frowns, a little incredulously. “Are you kidding? I didn’t even call you - you just showed up.”

“Yeah, but with beer. You know what? Fine, I’ll help.” He stretches his arms and cricks his neck for effect before bending and picking up the vacuum cleaner. “Storage closet, you said?”

Sooah beckons him to follow her and leads him to a small opening between both the bedrooms. Opening the closet door, she reaches up and taps the top shelf. “Right there.”

“Got it.” Taking care to flex his triceps, he raises the vacuum cleaner over his head, ready to place it in when she stops him.

“Wait! Um -” She slides in between him and the closet and moves some stuff to the side. “Here. You have more room now,” she says, turning around but not stepping away.

“Mhm.” Jimin doesn’t even bother suppressing his grin and heaves the vacuum cleaner into the appointed space. He grunts softly as he pushes it and tucks it in, feeling his t-shirt ride up his abdomen and cool air on his bare skin. He bravely leans forward slightly, just so her nose brushes momentarily against his collarbone, before stepping back down.

“Is that okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, it’s good,” she answers, without turning around to look. Her freckles, few and far and almost the same shade as her skin, are slightly more visible now, peppered over the bridge of her nose. “I mean, it’s… fine.”

Jimin nods and places a hand behind her on one of the shelves, just above her ear. “Anything else I can do?”

She brushes some dust off the front of his t-shirt. “Stick around. I’m sure I’ll find something for you to do.”

“Aren’t you glad you called me over?”

“Again,” she says, folding her arms across her chest, “you invited yourself over. Haven’t you learnt that it’s rude to show up without calling?”

“I’ve been doing that pretty much every day since New Year’s. And you never seemed to have a problem with it,” he points out. He pinches her cheek affectionately. “Even the days I showed up empty-handed.”

She nudges his hand away but loosely locks her fingers with his, bringing both their hands now. “And yet, you still haven’t told me what it is you really want.”

Jimin sighs. “Sooah, you know what I want. What I think we both want. Why do I have to be the one to say it?” he whines.

Sooah give him a look. “Because you broke up with me.”

A beat passes and Jimin deflates. “Fine. Here goes.” He looks at the floor and then surreptitiously up at her, only to see a mildly interested expression on her face.

“Kim Sooah,” he begins, bringing his face closer to hers and knowing he isn’t imagining the slight hitch in her breathing. “Kim Sooah, I…”

Another beat; Jimin’s stomach twisting in anticipation, Sooah’s eyes wide with cautious hope. Without meaning to, their noses graze, just when the doorbell rings.

Sooah flinches while Jimin closes his eyes, partly frustrated and partly relieved.

“... will get the door.”

A little regretfully, he steps away from her and heads towards the living room, hearing the closet door loudly slam shut behind him. He opens the door to see Hoseok cradling a potted plant.

“Hyung?” he says in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I - I came to see Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung’s apartment, I mean,” he amends, holding up the plant as though to support his answer.

“Hey, Hoseok, come in.” Sooah appears from behind Jimin. “Chae didn’t tell me she’d called you over.”

“Oh, no, she didn’t,” he says immediately, shuffling inside and slipping his shoes off. “I thought I’d just pop by… see if she needed any help unpacking.”

“Huh.” She turns to Jimin. “So this is where you learnt it from. She’s in her room, probably already started,” she tells Hoseok, ignoring Jimin’s roll of the eyes. “It’s the one with the dreamcatcher hanging on the doorknob.”

Hosoek half-grins and waves to them, making his way to the aforementioned room. He’s about to knock when he sees the door swing open slightly, and he frowns. He knocks softly anyway but upon hearing no response, pushes the door open a little more.

“Hey, Chae, are you - oh, shit!”

He immediately whips around in horror, almost giving himself whiplash, while Chaeyoung scrambles to cover her torso with something.

“Hoseok?” Chaeyoung exhales in relief. “God, oppa - can’t you knock?”

“I did knock!” he cries, back still to her. “You didn’t answer! And the door was open!”

“Oh. Sorry. I was wearing earphones.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes so hard he feels like his eyeballs could fall off. “Great job, Chae,” he says sarcastically. There’s the sound of clothes moving behind him but he still doesn’t turn around, the image burned into his retinas of her long hair down her bare back, her long and narrow waist, her pelvic bones peeking out from above her joggers… He squeezes his eyes shut, willing it to go away.

“Uh, you can turn around now.”

“I’m fine right here, actually.”

“I’m fully clothed now. God,” she exclaims, and he can almost hear her rolling her eyes.

Gingerly, opening his eyes a millimetre at a time, he turns around. He doesn’t leave anything to chance, though, placing his free hand over his eyes anyway.

“Here,” he says vaguely, extending the other arm with the plant blindly towards her. He feels her slap his hand softly and finally uncovers his eyes with a huff, relieved to see her in a full sleeved white top, a black tank top visible through the thin material.

“You’re not going to turn into stone if you accidentally see me without my shirt off, you know?” she snaps.

“I didn’t think - that’s not -” He takes a deep breath and exhales through his nose. “Here,” he repeats, handing her the plant again. “I brought you a housewarming gift.”

Chaeyoung’s expression freezes in the mildly irritated one from a moment ago before her muscles relax and her eyes widen in earnest. “Oh. That’s…” She takes the plant from him. “Wow. You didn’t have to do that.”

Hoseok shrugs noncommittally. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course.” She opens the door wider and steps aside. “Thank you for the plant, by the way. It’s really nice of you.”

“No problem.” He glances around the room, feeling distinctly like he’s stepped into a portal to the past. It’s not exactly like the room she had at her parents’ house, but something about the purple and white bed covers, the tall lamp with half a dozen colourful scarves tied around the neck and the smell of fruity moisturiser feels so very Chaeyoung that he isn’t even sure he’s allowed to be here.

“So?” she asks, holding the plant with both hands and in front of her abdomen. “What do you think?”

“It’s nice.”

“Really? No opinions on which wall the bed should face or the hazards of a scented candle on a wooden desk?” she asks sceptically.

Hoseok raises his eyebrows and glances at the desk to see a white candle perched on the top shelf of her desk and chuckles. “No. I think I trust you not to burn down your desk.”

“Huh. Who are you and what have you done with my… brother’s best friend and his extreme lack of faith in me?”

“I’d almost be offended but it kind of brings me to why I’m here.” He slips his hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans and rocks on the balls of his feet. “I… wanted to apologise. Sort of. I know I’ve been treating you like a bit of a kid and I just wanted to say… well, you’ve grown up, haven’t you?”

Chaeyoung nods thoughtfully. “In the last ten years? Well… maybe some, not a lot.” She shrugs sarcastically before smiling a little as though to let him know she’s just teasing. “Oppa, is this about the party at my dad’s house? Or… what we talked about that night?”

Hoseok sighs and nods, taking a seat on the chair at her desk and facing her. “Kind of. I expected a certain reaction from you but the one you actually had was… pretty mature.” He says the word a bit disbelievingly. “You’ve grown up, Chae. I guess it just took me a while to see that.”

She seems to be a bit taken aback by this confession and is - Hoseok observes in satisfaction - momentarily speechless. “Oh. Well, I - thank you,” she stutters.

“Yeah.”

“And also for the… plant.”

“You got it.”

Chaeyoung nods awkwardly and places the white ceramic pot on her bed, balancing it carefully on the quilt before straightening up. He can tell she’s thrown by his sudden admittance and is a bit awkward; she avoids his gaze and ties her long hair into a ponytail, her bangs still damp from her shower. The movement makes her shirt ride up slightly and he catches a glimpse of her pelvic bones again and immediately looks away, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“Um -” He swallows and bites his lip. “I also wanted to check… you didn’t happen to mention any of that to your brother, did you?”

It’s like a switch has been turned on - or turned off. Chaeyoung’s shoulders fall and the delicate awkwardness he realises he was actually endeared by disappears, only to be replaced by an annoyance he’s much more familiar with.

“Is that what you’re really for? You know, this could’ve been a text, Hoseok,” she states sullenly, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What? No,” he says honestly. “I came here to see - to give you that,” he clarifies, pointing at the plant. “I just wanted to check, okay? He’s my best friend and you’re his -”

“Do you really think Chanyeol will even care?”

“Oh, believe me, he’ll care.”

“Really? Would you be this anal about it if Jiwoo unnie dated him?”

Hoseok almost gags. “Okay, that’s disgusting. And you know what? You’re being all self-righteous about this,” he points out, turning it around on her. “Would you be okay if, like… Sooah suddenly started dating Chan?”

“Um, yes?” she answers, like it’s extremely obvious. “It’s none of my business? They’re adults!”

He stares at her incredulously before shaking his head. “Fine, maybe it’s different for sisters. Younger sisters, especially, but… you don’t get it, okay? You’re Chan’s sister and I can’t -”

“Oh, my God, is that all you think of me?” she interrupts fiercely. “Has it ever occurred to you that I have an identity outside of Chan’s sister? That not everything is about him?”

“I know you’re -”

“You come over here and give me this spiel about how I’ve grown up and everything but it doesn’t matter because I’ll always be your best friend’s little sister!” She shrugs in frustration. “You know why I don’t think Chanyeol will care? It’s because he - get this - knows I’m a person separate from him.”

“Chae,” says Hoseok, a little sternly now because why doesn’t she get it? “I hear you, okay? I know you are your own person, but Chan has been my best friend my entire life,” he explains clearly, joining his hands and punctuating every word with a movement. “So for my entire life, for better or for worse, you were just Chan’s sister.”

“I’m not -”

“And I would love to get to know you better and I want to hang out with you more, but you will always also be Chan’s sister, which makes you the one girl on the planet I cannot mess with.” He exhales, panting a little. “It’s not a bad thing. It’s just… how it is.”

Chaeyoung’s gaze is trained away from him, somewhere around her bed, her jaw set and brows furrowed. “Fine,” she says eventually, shrugging. “Whatever. I didn’t tell him anything. It’s not newsworthy or anything, you know?”

Hoseok says nothing, already regretting his outburst a bit. For the first time in his life, he wishes she wasn’t just Chanyeol’s sister. He wonders briefly what it would’ve been like if he’d been nicer to her when they were kids, if she hadn’t made her schoolgirl crush so obvious, if he’d cared less about what his classmates thought.

But they’d been four years apart; at that age, four years felt like a gulf. Right now, it feels only vaguely far away, like walking distance, enough to take her by the hand and guide her if she encounters a pothole.

Hoseok stands up and walks over to her. She still doesn’t look at him, not even when he nudges her shoulder.

“Come on, don’t be mad,” he says softly.

“I’m not mad.”

Hesitating only for a fraction of a second, he reaches over and wraps his arms around her shoulders in a hug. “You’re kind of cute when you’re mad,” he says, a little teasingly.

For a moment he’s afraid he’s misread the situation completely, but then she begrudgingly hugs him back, her slender arms going around his waist. “Don’t lie,” she grumbles, resting her chin against her shoulder.

He chuckles softly and rubs her back, his chest feeling instantly lighter. They separate and he’s glad to see she looks at least slightly more appeased, if a little ruffled.

“You should put that somewhere,” he advises her, pointing to the plant. “You’ll spill soil on your bed.”

“Okay, dad,” she mutters, but picks it up anyway. “I’ll put it on my desk - it’s directly in the sunlight,” she adds, gesturing to the spot next to the candle. “By the way, nice work on subtly reminding me we’re nothing but platonic.”

Hoseok almost chokes. “What? I did no such thing.”

“You kind of did,” she disagrees, about the place the pot on the desk. “Could you move those papers out of the way, please?”

“Don’t twist my words around,” he tells her, reaching over from behind her and clearing the space on the top shelf of the desk. “This was about your brother. And my life.”

“I don’t even know why you’re so bothered,” she continues, apparently not even listening to him. “It’s not like we made out. It was actually a pretty platonic kiss, ironically,” she says matter-of-factly, neatly placing the pot on the desk.

Hoseok frowns. “I wouldn’t say it was platonic.”

“Not platonic like kissing a friend, sure, but it wasn’t as scandalous as you think,” she says serenely, stepping back to admire the plant in the gentle rays of sunlight streaming in. “Looks good, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean by platonic?” he repeats. “It was… we -” He trails off, not sure what the word is. “It… lingered.”

Chaeyoung frowns slightly and turns to him. There is now less than a foot between them when she places one hand on her hip. “Kind of. I mean, we didn’t… you know…” She shrugs slowly, and he can see her cheeks pinking up slightly, “... French. Our lips… touched. That’s all.”

Without warning, Hoseok’s gaze falls to her lips. He averts it, but it takes him a second longer to do so. “It was a little more than that,” he argues weakly.

She says nothing, but something in her eye seems knowing. A ray of sunlight falls on her, making the flyaway strands of her dark brown hair appear almost auburn. A light breeze ruffles the collar of her shirt, baring her collarbone and his mind zooms back to his arrival and the unintentional glimpse he’d caught that seems unlikely to ever leave his memory. How her eyes went wide when she turned her head around in surprise; how the rest of her body, despite mostly facing away from him, still revealed a shape he’d never considered in relation to her; how she’d covered up her breasts in record time with her shirt but the shape of her collarbones slanting down towards her chest was empty as ever.

This is Chan’s sister. But the voice in his head sounds like it’s underwater and drowning, barely audible.

“You were pretty drunk that night, oppa,” she reminds him in a murmur, and Hoseok’s stomach flips. “Do you think you need a recap of what really happened?”

It occurs to Hoseok very vaguely that his mind is absolutely blank, for no response comes to him. Chaeyoung’s mouth twists infinitesimally upwards when a sound like a gunshot makes them spring apart.

They look to see Jimin at the door, his knuckles against the wood. “Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. Hoseok doesn’t know if he’s imagining the slight smirk on his face. “We’re ordering lunch. Do you guys want anything?”

“Jajjangmyeon,” pipes up Chaeyoung, while Hoseok tries to slow his pulse.

“Um - bulgogi.”

“Cool.” Flashing them an unnecessarily wide grin, Jimin saunters away, leaving the door wide open.

For a few seconds, neither of them speaks. Hoseok is too afraid to look at Chaeyoung, and even more afraid at the road his thoughts were going down when Jimin scared them half to death.

“So, um…” He clears his throat, looking anywhere but at her. “You were, uh… unpacking?”

“Yeah,” she says immediately. “I was going to do the - the books next. Or the accessories,” she stutters, pointing to the remaining boxes under her desk.

“I got the books,” he says, reaching down and dragging the box out. “They go in the…”

“Bookshelf.”

“Right. And the accessories are…”

“In the closet,” she answers immediately, “all the way on the other side of the room.”

“Perfect.”

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Umbra (part two)

Pairing: Demon Jimin x female Angel reader

Summary: Going to a demon for help was the last thing you expected to do but when it’s your only chance to find your soul mate, you have no choice. Even when that demon was your long term rival.

Genre: Soulmate au / Fantasy au / Demons and Angels / Strangers to lovers / Drabble series / Angst / Fluff / Smut

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Mentions of demons / Demon magic / Mentions of hell / Severed animals heads / Mentions of sex and sexual implications / Pervert Demon Seokjin / Mentions of scarring / Hints at previous fights

W/C: 2.7k

Beta: @sun-kore thank you so much for your help and your kind words.

Banner: Moodboard by me.

Taglist: @jungkooksbroski @hotdamnchimchim @clouditae @ggukkieland

Notes: This one has been a really long time coming. Now that I'm getting back into the swing of writing, I'm trying to go back through my WIPS and actually finish them! I’ve already started part three of this series, so if you like the second part, please do let me know.

Staring up at the pawn shop sign, wondering how on earth you ended up here, a notorious demon's cover for his dark magic exploits, you'd never set foot in here in your wildest dreams, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So you force one foot in front of the other and make your way inside; a bell jingles as the door closes. You survey the many trinkets scattering the shelves, searching for any sign of life.

"I'll be right with you." A deep, gravelly voice sounds directly behind you.

You spin around, but you're met with nothing but empty air. A dark chuckle sounds around you, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

"Well, well, well, I must say I haven't received news that hell has frozen over." The rough voice sounds again. You turn to see him fully materialised before you, the broad-shouldered fiend himself, Seokjin.

"Believe me, I never thought I'd cross paths with you again."

He smirks and drifts towards you. "Ah yes, the last time wasn't so pleasant for me." His fingers skate across the scar that patterns his neck and creeps up his jaw. A lightning bolt of puckered skin created by you.

"But I have to admit, I am a sucker for your pretty face, and it has filled my dreams at night ever since our meeting." His fingers gently tuck your hair behind your ear, his digits managing not to touch you but still sending a sickly shiver along your spine.

"That makes you a very serious masochist." You reply, impatience forming a hot pit in your chest, threatening to erupt.

A seductive smile stretches his plump lips. "Mmmm, indeed."

"I'm here because I need your help." You add quickly, interrupting his hungry gaze that wanders across your body.

He freezes, eyes popping slightly before laughter bellows out from him. "You must be desperate if you've come to me. But, I'm sorry," he composed himself, "I find your misfortune pleases me somewhat."

You roll your eyes. "Thanks. Now, are you going to help me or not."

"Just straight to it, no foreplay, no warm-up, nothing, um?" He looks at you, a cheeky glint in his eyes. "But I wonder, what are you willing to bargain for in exchange for my help?"

He closes the remaining gap between you, his hand winding around your waist and pressing your body against his.

"How far are you willing to go?"

Your smoky tendrils wrap around his wrists and ankles keeping him in place and unable to move. "I'm willing to not shop you in and let you continue practising your dark magic off the radar. That's what I'm offering." You say through gritted teeth, every fibre of your being coiled and tense, ready to spring.

He moans at your magical grip on him. "I love it when you talk dirty."

You snake extra tendrils around his throat and squeeze, cutting off his air supply. "Or I could just get rid of you myself and find another low-life demon to help me. One who will keep his hands to himself."

His reddening face manages a smile and a nod. You release him. The gasp of air he takes fills the tense silence in the room.

"Ok, ok." He says between breaths. "Can't blame a guy for trying, right?" Winking at you, his hand comes up to his neck, massaging the red mark you've left there. He smooths his hair back and takes a breath.

"What is it I can do to assist you?"

His face flashes behind your eyes for a moment, smooth skin, piercing eyes, and that perfect smile you got only a glimpse at. "I need to find someone."

Seokjin stares at you before waving his hand in a 'continue' motion. "I need more to go on, love."

"A demon has disappeared, and I need you to tell me where he is."

His face turns serious. "You want me to help you find one of your marks." He scoffs.

"He's not a mark. This is personal." Your eyebrows knit together, attempting to keep the desperation out of your voice.

His eyes narrow at you. "Then why? Angels don't mix with demons for the fun of it. So you expect me to believe you won't turn him in or kill him?"

You sigh and rub your temples. "You can believe what you want; nevertheless, I need this demon, but he disappeared right before me a few days ago, and I've been unable to find him."

He chuckles. "Sounds like he's not interested, dear."

"He didn't dissolve. He literally disappeared. He was right in front of me one moment; next, he was gone."

Seokjin frowns. "Now, this has piqued my interest."

He walks to the shop door, locks it, and turns the closed sign face out.

"Come."

He beckons you to the back of the store with a crooked finger, leading you out through a thin veil curtain. The dark green material billows around you and paves the way to a dark staircase, unnaturally so. You take hesitant steps down, your heart beating harder with every movement descending into the inky abyss.

A loud click and dim light illuminates everything in the basement and leaves enough shadows for your eyes to search for danger.

"Come and sit." He points to the large wooden table in the centre of the room.

You stop in your tracks, however, when you notice the seemingly real but very dead animals attached to various parts of the walls. They were slightly decayed, skin discoloured and disintegrating, yet there was no smell in the air or flies around. The magic aura surrounding it was an impressively powerful one. You sit on one of the chairs, fingertips grazing the scorch marks etched dark and deep into the grain of the old oak. You sift through them, running a finger over the demonic runes and curses which cover the tabletop.

"Now, demons don't just disappear." Seokjin starts, standing beside you, "and it doesn't sound like he was banished. Was there any smoke or a mark on the floor once he'd disappeared?"

You shook your head. "No, I was staring him right in the face, and it was like I blinked, and he was gone."

Seokjin watches you carefully, eyes narrowed and suspicious. Finally, he sits down, leaning back in his chair, stroking his chin with his long crooked fingers, nails black and scorched from the dark magic.

"How long have we known each other, angel? Ninety years?"

You shrug, your knee bouncing impatiently, but you force it down, clasping your knees together. "Give or take."

"Hm," he nods. "I know there is something you're not telling me. But believe me when I say I cannot help you unless you tell me everything."

Sighing, you rub your burning, tired eyes. "Fine." Pulling your sleeve roughly and slamming your arm on the table for him to see.

Your soul-mate mark was now a glowing white, illuminating your arm against the dark wooden backing.

"Ah, you've found your mate; how sweet." He mocks. "And let me guess, this demon has kidnapped your new mate, and once you find him, you'll exact revenge, yada, yada, yada. Am I close?" He leans forward, resting both arms on the table.

Your chest burns with the acid rising up from your churning stomach, unable to believe the words you are about to utter. "The demon is my mate."

It takes you a few moments in the silence that follows that statement to look at Seokjin, but when you do, his wide-eyed frozen face is almost enough to amuse you. The longer the silence stretches on, the more deafening it becomes, and with your current state of mind, you can't cope much longer.

"Seokjin, we're wasting time."

He snaps out of it, confused eyes focused on yours and mirroring your own mixed feelings in the glassy black optics. "I, um, I have some questions."

Your breath leaves in a frustrated huff.

His hands come up in a defensive position. "I'm sorry, but this is very new for me. In all my years, I've never heard of this happening… inter-species mating…permanently. Not even a whisper of it, and trust me, the things I have been privy to about our worlds, I could shock you."

"I doubt that. Not many things shock me about your world or mine anymore."

"Ah," he leans in, one perfectly pointed eyebrow sharp and raised straight for you, like an accusatory dagger. "But this little scenario did, did it not?" He stretches out and strokes his bent finger across your mark, making bile rise and anger alight your veins.

You grab his wrist and twist it fast, but he's faster, grabbing your other wrist with his free hand and turning it hard enough that with one more movement, it would snap.

"We appear to be at a stalemate, sweetheart."

Your teeth snap shut, an attempt to control some of your anger but also as a preventive to not let him know how much pain he's inflicting.

"Are you going to help me or not? I don't have time for games." You spit.

He smirks, eyes fiery with lust and mistaken superiority. "Yes, I'll help. Purely now, because I have my own questions that need answering."

"Well, get in line, buster."

He laughs and releases the grip on your wrist. In return, you do the same, sitting down quickly before you change your mind about breaking some part of him. God, he'd be a dead man if you didn't need him.

"If we're going to…go all the way," he can't help the smile that tugs at one side of his mouth. "I'm going to need a little bit of trust. Can you do that?"

You scoff. "Can you promise you won't touch me again?"

He sucks in a slow, deep breath. "I'll try my hardest, angel, but you need to give me something to think about on those nights I wake up from dreams of you."

You feel your top lip turn up into an uncontrollable grimace. "Have I not hurt you enough today, already?"

His deep cackle vibrates through you as he strokes the wrist you just released. "With you, it would never be enough." But then he mimes, making a cross against his heart.

"That would mean something if you had one in there." You jibe.

He holds the place on his chest where one should be, as if you've wounded him. "Ouch. Uncalled for."

Rolling your eyes, you shrug out of your jacket, sensing you are here for the long run, and ignore his eyes on your body as you do so.

"Ok, let's find this demon, shall we?" His bright smile unnerves you. "I need you to put your palms on the table, close your eyes and picture his face in your mind. Can you do that?"

You give a curt nod and do as he says, even if every fibre of your being screams against it.

The scorch markings under your palms feel strange as the sweat on your hands makes you stick to the table. You peek out of one eye at Seokjin to see him mirroring your stance, eyes wholly shut. He could almost look handsome with his usual smug face impassive…almost.

"Close your eyes." He orders, making you squeeze them shut tight and fight the smile that threatens beneath the surface.

You focus your mind and think of only him. Seems crazy to think you're bound to someone, and yet, you don't even know his name.

His face appears behind your eyelids, perfect smooth skin that practically glows. Plump lips that stretch into an exhaustingly beautiful smile and dark eyes like crescent moons. You see the way his blonde hair moves in the hint of a breeze, the curve of his Adams apple as he swallows. You're eager to reach out and touch his throat, sliding your fingers down his skin, wondering if it would feel like silk under your touch.

A noise interrupts the eerie silence, a low hum in the air. The palms of your hands start to burn as the marks on the table grow hotter, the air feeling thick and heavy around you, static, making your hair stand on end, but you ignore it, shoving it down and focusing just on the picture in your mind.

"There you are…" you hear Seokjin whisper, so eager to open your eyes but daring not to in case the spell breaks and your chance of finding him diminishes. "What on earth?"

"What?" You whisper, unable to contain the impatience.

Your hair falls down around your face, and the heat underneath your hands subsides, the wood feeling cold and the silence deafening once again.

"I found him." Seokjin's deep voice sounds into the quiet, barely a whisper but seeming louder than ever.

"And?" You lean forward on the edge of the chair, waiting for his next words.

He finally meets your eyes, a sombre look deep in the onyx orbits staring back at you. "He's in hell."

You frown and shake your head. "What does that even mean?"

"I mean that very literally, love. He's in hell. That's where you'll find him."

You stare blankly at the demon in front of you, so many questions race through your mind leaving you unable to focus on any particular one.

How is this possible? Was he banished by someone? How can you get him? An angel in hell is almost unheard of…not since…

"You want my suggestion?" Seokjin breaks your wild thoughts. "If it was me? I'd leave him there, life-mate or not."

You push away from the table, ready to leave, not wanting to hear anything that won't help you.

"But…" he continues, and something in his voice makes your feet stop, wanting to hear his following words. "I know you won't be able to do that, so...I'll help you."

You turn, eyes narrowed suspiciously. "For a price?"

He smiles, "everything has a price sweetheart."

"Name it."

He stands and strides slowly toward you. Your body tense, ready to run or fight, a natural instinct you can't unlearn. His hand comes up to your face, hesitating for a moment, searching your eyes for permission. Then, for a moment, he seems to soften, his eyes almost pleading before his nonchalant mask returns, and his hand drops without touching you.

"You leave me and my shop alone for good."

You breathe a sigh of relief. Of course, that would be what he wants. And that you could give him.

"And when I say you, I mean all of you."

Now that is a little harder; there’s a long list of angels and other species who hunt delinquents, some for work and some for sport. Getting the other angels to Ignore his dealings would be a hard sell, but maybe his helping of an angel return safely from the depths of hell could work in his favour.

"Provided we return safely?" You press.

He nods, his eyes wild like a cat preparing to pounce on a mouse.

"Deal."

You put your hand out, and he eagerly takes it, lifting it to his mouth and inhaling your scent deeply. He moans, the sound turning your stomach but annoyance overrides it. When you feel his lips touch your skin, you snatch your hand away and storm up the basement stairs.

"What, no ‘thank you’?" He calls out.

"Thanks." You mumble as you slam the basement door shut.

You feel his breath against your ear, knowing full well if you turned, he wouldn't be there. "Be here tomorrow at two am."

The shiver it sends down your spine makes your feet move faster to leave the building, and as soon as that door closes behind you, you finally feel like you can breathe again.

You absentmindedly rub the back of your hand; an irritation persists, and when you look down, to see a dark mark where his lips touched the skin, all around it red and sore. The sight makes you want to race back in there and rip those lips right off his face, but the sound of his laughter from inside, knowing he's watching you still, made you want to get away as soon as possible. You stick your middle finger up and march in the direction of home.

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My Perfect Everything

Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader

Word count- 2.6k

Includes- Jimin is insecure, reader is reassuring, sex, missionary, riding, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

Movement next to me wakes me out of the nice deep and comfortable sleep I was in

I feel myself being put on my side of the bed

I don't want that

I want to be in his arms

I half open my eyes and grab his hand before he can fully get up

"I'm sorry I woke you up princess. Go back to sleep ok?"

"Where are you going?", I ask groggily

"To the gym baby"

The gym?

Seriously?

What the hell time is it?

Lifting my head, I look at the time on my alarm clock

5 am

He's going to the gym at 5am?

Is he fucking joking?

"Min it's way too early. You just went to sleep at like two baby"

"I know, princess but I have to go."

I force myself to sit up

"Why do you have to go? You're on a break baby. There's no performances or events you have to go to. You can go later if you really want to. At, you know, a reasonable time"

He shakes his head, "I have to baby if I want to keep my abs and muscles"

My sleepy brain is taking a slow time absorbing everything

"But your...uh... ARMYS aren't going to see you or your abs Min. Why does it matter if you have them now? You never cared about maintaining them before when you weren't performing"

I've known him for a few years, since I met him when I worked at HYBE when it used to be BigHit

On off times, he's not so obsessed with working out or having abs

"I know but I need them"

Ok something is wrong

There's something he's not telling me

"Jimin, what are you talking about? Why do you need them? What's wrong?"

He shakes his head, "Nothing's wrong"

I move, sitting in front of him

Touching his gorgeous face, I gently turn it to me

"Baby what's wrong? I know you Jimin. Something is off"

He looks down, confirming my suspicion

"Baby you can tell me anything. You know that right?"

He nods

"So tell me. Why do you think you need abs and muscles?"

"For you", he says, looking up at me slowly

Me?

Why me?

When have I ever said he needs to have abs or muscles?

"I don't understand Min. What does working out and getting muscles have to do with me?"

"Because it's how you know me. When we got together, I had abs and muscles for the performances and I never let them go away."

I don't know what to say

I'm still processing what he said

Is he saying that he kept working out like a madman the entire year we've been together because he thinks I want him to have abs?

That's insane

"I'm scared", he says

My eyebrows furrow together, "Scared? Of what baby?"

"That you won't want me if I don't have them. That you won't be happy or attracted to me"

That is absolutely insane

And completely one hundred percent untrue

"Jimin no baby", I shake my head, "I don't care if you have abs or muscles or not"

"You don't?"

"No baby. Why would you think that?"

He gives a little shrug, "Because all girls like it? ARMYS do. They always want me to have abs"

That's not true

He's just listening to the ARMYS who are superficial

"Jimin, ARMYS don't care if you have abs or not. The ARMYS that say they care about that are superficial and just care about your looks. You don't have to have abs for anyone", I tell him, "And I'm not like all girls baby. I don't care about that"

He hesitates, then speaks, "Are you sure? You're not...not just saying that to make me feel better?"

Moving closer, I put my arms around his neck

"No Min. I'm not just saying that. I truly don't care ok? I love you Jimin. You. Not your abs or muscles. They have nothing to do with you"

His eyes are wide, his mouth hanging open a teeny bit

I'm wondering why he's looking like me like that when he says, "You love me?"

Oh my god, did I say that out loud?

By the look on his face I did

And it doesn't matter

I do love him

I've been so worried about telling him but now that it's out I'm not going to deny it

Cupping his cheek, I smile softly, "Yes Park, Jimin, I love you"

His mouth drops more and my god he's adorable

"I love everything about you. How cute you are, how sweet. How caring and loving. How funny. How romantic you are. How hard working, how giving, how amazing you are with the guys.", I tell him

He's looking at me like he can't believe I see all these things in him

"I love your beautiful brown eyes Min. You're gorgeous smile that lights up my day. You completely adorable crooked front teeth. You're cute pouty kissable lips."

I give him a soft kiss, then continue, "And you know what baby?"

He shakes his head

"Your abs and muscles you're so worried about are on the bottom of my list of things I love about you. Because I'll keep loving you without them. You are the first person I ever fell in love with and I'm not letting you go. You're my perfect everything just the way you are"

Tears prick the corner of his eyes and I move my fingers to wipe them away

"I much rather be with you, sleeping in your arms, cuddling with you than have you leave to work out for abs that don't matter"

He smiles softly, his fingers running in my hair, "I love you"

My heart bursts in happiness

"Yeah?", I ask shyly

"Yeah Jo. I was worried about telling you but I'm so in love with you. You're everything to me."

I smile happily, "I love you"

"I love you", he repeats

"Stay with me baby", I ask

He nods, "Always princess"

He lays back down and I move to cuddle him

He puts his arm around me as I lay my head on his chest, then move my leg over him and nuzzling against his neck, smelling his perfect scent

His fingers move in my hair, playing and relaxing me

"I love you", I tell him, hearing his heartbeat

"I love you baby. So much"

I'm so ridiculously happy

To hear him, the Park, Jimin from BTS say he loves me, he's in love with me is surreal

Out of all the girls he could have possibly chosen he picked me

A staff member

A nobody

I'm extremely lucky

I know I am, I will never deny that

He's just everything and I'm just me

"What are you thinking about?", he asks me

"Huh?"

"You're eyes aren't closed baby. You're just staring into space. That means you're thinking"

"How do you know that?", I ask

I do tend to stare into space as I think

I just didn't think he noticed

"Because I know you princess. I know everything about you"

I feel my cheeks heat up listening to him

I'm glad he knows me so well

"So what are you thinking baby?", he repeats

"Just how lucky and happy I am that you love me"

"It's not luck baby. You just are everything I ever wanted and more. Perfect for me"

"Do you really mean that?"

It's just so mind-blowing that he actually loves me

"Baby, look at me"

I lift my head, moving my gaze slowly to him

"I mean every word", he says softly, gently touching my cheek, "I love you more than anything. I've never been in love before either but I fell for you so damn quickly. You really are perfect"

I can't help but smile at him

"I love you Jo. Don't ever doubt it. Ever"

I nod, "I won't"

"Good"

"You don't forget that I love you. Not your abs, not your muscles. You"

He nods, "I won't baby. I promise"

He leans his head down, his lips against mine in a kiss

Falling into his kiss, he holds me to him as he gently rolls us, moving on top of me

Getting his shirt off, I throw one arm around his neck, playing with his hair

I love playing with his hair

Right now it's black and long enough for him to put it in a ponytail

And great for holding and pulling during sex, which happens to be a kink of his

I found that Jimin has a lot of kinks that I love to play into

Jimin's hands run down my body to my pj shorts, pulling them and my panties down, then taking my pj top off

I use my free hand to pull on his pj pants

"Off. Now"

He moves to his knees, getting out of his bottom clothes, his lips and tongue never leaving mine

He moves on top of me, his big thick cock sliding inside so easily

I moan in his mouth, my arms around his neck as he settles on top of me, his warm skin against mine

His arms move around me and I feel so safe

I always feel safe in his arms, safe with him

His hips start moving, pulling back then rolling into mine, his length filling me over and over again so slowly, pleasure all over me

He kisses me senseless as her moves, his thick cock opening me again and again, the stretch around him feeling so blissful

I clench on him hard, wanting him to stay inside and he groans so loudly, his hand dropping to my hip and holding on hard

Running my fingers up and down his back, I feel his skin tremble against mine

I love that and he's told me he loves it too

His lips break from mine as soon as his head hits my spot, a loud moan escaping my mouth, his mouth on my neck planting kisses all over

He moves so slowly and I can feel everything

His sweat on me, the way his back muscles move, the feel of his huge length inside me, every throb his cock makes, his hand on my hip

And his lips

Fuck I feel every single kiss he lovingly presses into my skin, never wanting him to stop

Moving my hand, I take his that's not on my hip and lace our fingers together, kissing the back of his hand

He lifts his head from my neck, smiling, then kisses the back of my hand

Grinding into me, the pleasure is so much and I'm so close, throbbing rapidly around him

He leans down to my ear and whispers, "I love you"

And that's it

Falling over the edge, I moan his name, the bliss so fucking good

"Jimin", I whimper

"I love you so much my baby", he whispers

"I love you Jimin", I cry, holding onto him, riding out the pleasure on his shaft that he kept inside me when my orgasm started

As my orgasm ends, he moves again, right into my spot, keeping me in pleasure

I feel my body shake against him and I can't stop it

His head lowers, his hand holding my breast up, his mouth around my nipple immediately, sucking softly

And that makes me drench his cock as I'm thrown into another orgasm right away

"Jimin. Baby", I moan, intense pleasure running through me

"You feel so good baby", he groans, his hips not stopping their movements, fucking me through it

When it's over, I breath in hard as he nuzzles into my neck, "Good baby?"

"Amazing", I breathe

It always is amazing

He's amazing

Now it's his turn

I want him to feel the same pleasure he gives me

Gently I push his shoulder and start to sit up, him sitting up too

Then I push him down, climbing in his lap, sitting right on his dick

"Oh baby", he moans as I begin to ride him immediately and slowly with soft bounces

His hands slide up my body from my hips and I close my eyes against his touch

His hands, his fingers feel so good on my skin

I arch into his touch, keeping my hand behind me on his leg as I ride him

His cock is perfect for riding and I'll never get tired of it

"God, you're so beautiful baby", he whispers

Opening my eyes, I find his eyes on me

Not on where we meet which is where his gazes usually is when I'm on top

He loves seeing his cock drenched in my juice, loves watching it disappear inside me

But right now his gaze is on my face, a soft look full of love in his

Love for me

It still blows my mind and I'm so grateful I have his love

His hands haven't stopped traveling along my body, touching the same spots over and over again

I'm so not complaining

I love his hands on me

"Cum for me", he asks

"But you're supposed...", I trail off when he shakes his head

"You first baby. I want to watch you"

I feel myself blush at his words

"Please baby. For me?", he asks and I just nod

I can't deny him anything

And it's not as if I don't want to cum

He feels too good to not

Circling my hips, I grind against him, clenching on him so hard

"Fuck baby, so good", he moans, "Don't stop"

Oh I won't

Not until he cums

His hand moves to my clit, rubbing softly, slowly, increasing the pleasure

"Jimin", I moan, waves of bliss falling over me as I orgasm

"Fuck, so pretty baby girl. I can't....I have to...", he stutters

"Cum Jimin. Please baby, fill me", I cry, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum in me

I fucking love it

"Baby, Jo, fuck yes", he moans

I keep riding him to make it feel better for him, his cock throbbing so pleasurably, his warm cum shooting in me

I watch him in so much pleasure, his eyes closed, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, moaning my name

He's so beautiful

He always is

Always so stunning even when he's just sitting and not doing a damn thing

I stop moving when he finishes, his body relaxing in the bed

Leaning over him, I press kiss after kiss all over his face, listening to his adorable chuckle

"I love you Min", I tell him, ending my assault of kisses with one to his plump pink lips

His arms move around my body, kissing me back, his tongue against mine

He rolls to the side, keeping me in his arms, laying next to each other

When the kiss ends, he looks at me, moving my hair behind my ear

"I love you Jo"

I can't help but smile, knowing I'll never get tired of hearing him say it

We cuddle into each other and I'm just content in being in his arms

"Ready to sleep baby?", I ask him

He nods, "Yes baby. I'm so ready, especially with you here and it's so comfortable"

"Good baby. And when we wake up later you need to turn whatever alarm you have on that woke you up at this ungodly hour"

He chuckles, kissing my forehead, "I will baby. I promise"

"Good. Sleep time baby"

"Yes ma'am", he laughs

"I love you Min. So much"

I feel his arms tighten around me, securing me to him

"I love you Jo. More than anything"

He presses a kiss to my lips, the lays his head on his pillow

Closing my eyes, I relax in my love's arms, hoping we can sleep all morning

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