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bangtangalicious · 1 year

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placebo (m) | part 1

⇒ pairing: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader ft ot7

⇒ genre: 18+ romance, smut, soulmate!au, academia!au, vigilante/gang!au, strangers to enemies to lovers, forbidden attraction, romeo-juliet typa shit, opposites attract, hurt/comfort, fate versus destiny, kinda dystopian, bikergang!jimin, biochemistry-student!reader, neuroscience-student!jungkook

⇒ warnings: sexual tension, making out, kissing, cuddling, just a whole lot of kissing--they just met okay lol they'll get down and dirty soon enough bear with me ;) pet names, teasing, flirting (i mean cmon its jimin), motorcycles, jungkook being fresh out of a kdrama lmfaooo, betrayal, people being judgey

⇒ premise: a scientific compatibility test matches you with your soulmate, except he's everything you hate and you're everything he stands against.

⇒ wc: 6k, short and sweet

⇒ taglist: @tornparts @loona15 @mini-euphoria @effielumiere @agustdreamsblog @jnghs @dragons-flare @xiusmarshmallow @ratherbefangirling @infires-imagines @aretha170 @dvalitaes @kookiejeonie @ddaeng-angmoh @idk123906 @medievalpink5

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Delicate. The way the crystal snow glided through the crisp winter air. It wasn’t cold—not yet. But enough to make your breath fog into a sweet sigh. Deep in the heart of campus, you took a moment to do just that—breathe. The sunlight was polarizing against the stunning white layer on the ground. You hugged your large coat closer to your body, basking in your own warmth. After staring at the sky for another moment you stepped forward. Crossing the street.

A car whizzed past. Quicker than light you were pulled back by the shoulders. Until you suddenly found yourself in the arms of a familiar face.

“What the fuck” His words were worried, but a smile painted over them. Exhaling softly, his hand cupped the back of your neck. He towered over you, shielding you from the strong sunrays. His silhouette breathtaking, but his face mimicking the light you could no longer see. “Be careful”

His glasses were thin rimmed. Turtleneck doing its best to hide his thick muscular build. His large wool coat fitting nicely across his broad shoulders.

You blushed. Your lab partner of three years never failed to make your heart skip a beat. Jeon Jungkook had been a friend. A colleague, and nothing more. Yet the more hours you spent grueling away in the tiny, musky lab—the later nights redoing experiments and writing up reports, you had become closer.

Despite your intuition, you began to feel hope. The moment spinning in your mind unparalleled as you arrived in lab, him not leaving your hand in case you may decide to absentmindedly wander off again. You were notoriously clumsy—you couldn’t help it. You had a lot on your mind. The cold air made you crave the warmth and safety of touch. It made you crave the day you would find your soulmate.

A sharp pain stung in the back of your neck, where a bioregulatory chip had been inserted when you were 16 years old. Everyone had them. The pain was a telltale sign that the cognitive-sexual threshold had been achieved, and you could now be matched with a soulmate. A brilliant formula that you had spent all of your early college years studying—infamous Dr. Kim Namjoon developed a way for people to recognize others who qualified for peak compatibility. The hope was to promote healthier relationships, happy families, and improved social function through strong support systems.

The pain had been recurring frequently over the last week. It was only a matter of time. They say you’ll just know when you see them. The chip is programmed to signal once it registers an ideal partner based on the compatibility test that runs whenever you look in anyone’s eyes. You hoped it would be Jungkook. That one day, you’d look in his eyes and you’d know for sure—that the sweet, soft, nerdy and beautiful neuroscience student Jeon Jungkook was yours. And you, his.

The age that soulmate’s got assigned varied, as each formula was unique to the individual. However, there were telltale signs that you would find out soon—including heat spikes in your biochip. You know for sure when the unique code of your iris meets that of your soulmate—your biochip then signals to your brain.

Hours spent together in silence, you adjusted your focus to work. The work that made you get up in the morning—that excited you about life. Carefully pipetting, time would move in a blink of an eye, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. He was leaning over your shoulder. That big, goofy smile on his face.

“Hey, I’m going to head down to the autoclave” His fingers ran through his neatly combed black hair nervously. “Do you want me to take anything down?”

Scanning your workspace, which was royally cluttered in a way with would have biohazard authorities throwing a fit—you shook your head. “No,” You smiled, “Thanks though…” Jungkook nodded, loading his cart with equipment. “Are you going to leave after?”

Taking off his thin-framed glasses, he wiped them against the pocket of his lab coat. He wore the coat so well, you swear nothing suited him more. “Yeah, I was getting hungry. Do you wanna join me for some jjajangmyeon?”

Heat rose to your face, tickling the corners of your lips into a smile. In an effort to not be too eager, you reached for your cellphone. “Sure let me just make sure I don’t have any more meetings”

“Great” Jungkook chuckled shyly, hands shifting in his pocket. His eyes glazed over you, head to toe before he gave you a nod and turned away. You watched him leave, allowing your smile to grow even more. He was so freaking adorable. God what would you have to do to get a soulmate like him? Yours would be a romance of the ages. Two scientists working in the Department of Biochemical Affection at the most prestigious science institute in the world, being each other’s most compatible. It would be amazing.

Jungkook was perfect for you. He understood what you were passionate about. Who else would listen to your geek rants about hormone interaction experiments? Or patiently wait while you fangirled over Dr. Kim Namjoon, the mastermind behind the entire field who authored the fool-proof, innovative compatibility experiment that had allowed for the government Soulmate initiative? And it didn’t hurt that he was drop dead gorgeous.

Urgently you began to clean up your workspace, grabbing your things and shoving them aimlessly into your bag—until you heard sirens outside. Brows furrowed, you headed to the windows to see what the commotion was all about.

The sun was just setting, a sweet peach hue glazing the sky, hiding the deep navy edges of the night. In the golden light, you could see two police cars surrounding two motorcycles. They were parked, one of the supposed owners talking intensely to the officers while another simply sat on his bike, a cigarette tucked in between his lips.

Your lips scowled at the man who was smoking. You hated smokers. The man held his cigarette in one hand, pushing his sunglasses up with the other. He looked to the sky—eyes bored, searching for something.

His hair was jet black. Pin straight. Leather jacket tight around his slim frame.

His eyes met yours. They were brown. Round, beautiful eyes.

“Ouch” Your hand flew to your neck. A pain burning into your skin. Hands trembling as your heart rate quickened. Blinking you realized he was still looking. Hadn’t flinched, not even once. Your lungs grasped for air—breathing out, you suddenly felt a wave of comfort. Of ease.

It was like a warm hug had overtaken your senses. You felt safe. This stranger was in your proximity and every wall you had up came tumbling down.

They say you will just know.

The man abruptly got up from his bike, his eyes not leaving yours. You watched, stunned as he tossed out his cigarette and went running towards your building. Once he was out of your vision, you gasped—suddenly aware of how long you had been holding your breath.

The safety was replaced with a sense of dread. Something bitter in your throat. You were nauseous. You didn’t want to believe it. You hoped—prayed it wasn’t true.

“Ready to go, Y/n?” Behind you, Jungkook had returned. Backpack in hand, he handed you yours. Taking it from him sheepishly, you couldn’t hide the shock on your face. “Everything okay?”

“I..I just” You were at a loss for words. Your gut told you that the man—your soulmate—was coming up to see you. You had to wait. You had to know for sure. Maybe it wasn’t true. There was still a chance that—

The lab door flew open.

“You”

Your backpack fell to the floor.

Jungkook exchanged a confused look with you as the man shamelessly entered the lab, strutting past highly classified experiments and notes all to reach you. You saw him closer now. Inches away from you. He was shorter than Jungkook, but his eyes fascinated you like nothing else. He was wearing earrings, necklaces, rings on his small fingers. His lips were thick, lush and seemed incredibly soft. He smelled like smoke. Unhinged and raw. Expect you didn’t hate it. Not on him.

He cupped your face, his hands were cold against your burning skin. He searched your eyes. So familiar, so incredibly sweet, and yet you didn’t even know his name.

Time seemed to slow. Your heart was racing. He stood there, taking you in as if he was memorizing every detail of your face. You forgot about everything—the world around him seemed to fade. A blur in your vision except he was clear as day. He was real as anything. Dizzy—your head spun with questions—with doubt. You were nervous. Suddenly feeling vulnerable in the palm of this stranger.

His touch, while aggressive, was strangely soft. His demeanor was intimidating and yet you were confident you were in no danger.

He leaned in closer. Eyes widening as though he was asking a question. You had no answers. You had no thoughts. Your mind was completely blank, senses overwhelmed until you blinked

And his lips were on yours.

He kissed you. Tender. Gentle. Quick—but long enough for you to really feel him. The way his lips fit perfectly against yours. He tasted disgusting. Tobacco on his breath. You wanted more, but he pulled away.

“Hi” His face was serious, but his eyes seemed to be laughing. “Name’s Park Jimin”

Swallowing thickly, you parted your lips to speak but he kissed you again before you could. Not realizing your hands were bunched up against his shoulders, grabbing the collar of his jacket—pulling him to you. You sighed.

Jungkook cleared his throat in discomfort. You had completely forgotten he was waiting for you. You pushed Jimin away slightly, gathering yourself before looking at him again.

“Hi J..Jimin” You extended your hand awkwardly. He raised his eyebrows, amused at your behavior, “I’m Y/n L/n” He took your hand, turning it over before he placed a fleeting kiss on your wrist. You shivered—the gesture so intimate. “I’m so sorry I have to go I uh—” you motioned towards Jungkook. “Have plans”

Jimin let your hand go, turning to Jungkook. “Hey man” He nodded his head, “Nice glasses” He winked. Jungkook looked flustered but said nothing. Turning back to you, Jimin waved. “Great meeting you, soulmate”

Your heart sank. He said it. Which meant, he felt it too. Your fate was sealed. And as you watched him leave, you couldn’t help but question where the hell this man came from—who he was—and how in the world was he your soul mate?

“Park Jimin?”

The steaming bowl of noodles in front of you did little to distract your mind from the overwhelming encounter you had just minutes before. Jungkook sat in front of you, seemingly more bothered by the whole episode than you had expected. Jealously was not a great look on him. You watched dully as he typed away at his tablet.

“I was so surprised. I always thought you’d get matched with someone more…you know…” He paused, searching for the right words. You knew what he meant. Exactly what he was insinuating. You felt a glow in your chest knowing that Jungkook had probably thought the same of you as you did of him. However, you found it difficult to care. Jimin may not have been what you expected, but you knew what you felt. Without a doubt.

“Like you?” You picked at your food, poking your chopsticks against your noodles aimlessly.

Jungkook took a big bite, wiping his face before scrolling down the screen, “I feel obligated to look into this guy. He seemed sketchy. And you said he was in the middle of being arrested? And rode a motorcycle—I mean do people still even do that?”

You felt guilty about judging him. Guilty that you were trying to fit him into a predesignated category in your mind before you even got to know him. You didn’t want to look him up, although you knew everything would be available. Privacy was not something valued in the state anymore. Information was completely open source. Accessible.

“He’s a student, so that’s good at least” Jungkook muttered, chewing his food.

After a few moments of silence, he stroked his jaw in confliction. Eyes glued to the screen, he had clearly found something. “Oh, this makes absolutely no sense”

“What?” You tried to reach for his device but he pulled it out of your reach.

“Park Jimin is part of an anti-science vigilante group that believes the government is using the institution of science as a way to regulate the population as per their agenda”

“Okay,” You swallowed thickly, slightly taken aback by the news. “So he has beliefs that are different than mine. That’s okay”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, “Anti-science? Y/n, this guy is the total opposite of you. And not in an, opposites attract, cute kind of way. In an inherent personal values kind of way. You’re a scientist for heaven’s sake!”

You exhaled steadily, setting down your chopsticks. “I know the compatibility formula inside and out. It’s never wrong. Our chips know us better than we know ourselves. I must trust it, Jungkook. It feels strange to me too, okay. I mean, Jimin smokes and I hate smoking. But if he’s my soulmate—I have to try. I have to make it work”

Defeated, Jungkook put away his tablet. “Just be careful okay. I know you believe in this, but science isn’t perfect. I’m just a little worried” His voice was quiet. “I had sort of always though you would be mine. So, I’m sorry if I’m being a little much today” His eyes diverted, looking hurt.

Your heart sank. People often dated before finding their soulmates. It wasn’t abnormal at all. A part of you wished you had never seen Jimin just so you could have had more time. More time in ignorant bliss. Admiring Jungkook for a while longer, even if it didn’t amount to anything.

“I understand. Trust me, I do. But I have a duty to my soulmate. I need to find him, and get to know him” You sighed, “The science is right. Dr. Kim Namjoon is right. I’ve seen it myself”

Jungkook nodded, shifting his weight. A bought of energy overtook him—ever reluctant to give up. “Will you just do me a favor? It’s for your own good, Y/n. You’re going to meet Dr. Kim at the conference in a few weeks, right? If you can, ask him to send the compatibility test results to you—just so you can know for sure. It can’t hurt”

“Where the hell did you run off to?”

Steadily making his way back to his bike, Jimin could make out Seokjin’s annoyed face in the dim light. He had roughly a few seconds to come up with an excuse. Jimin surely couldn’t tell him that he found his soulmate. Not unless he wanted an earful of Jin ranting about how fucked up the compatibility formula was, and how corrupt it is for people to be force matched into relationships against their free will.

Free will. All he had left to hold onto and yet, he didn’t feel in control lately. He felt numb. Lost in the haze of a double life where the secrets drowned him out into nothing. Law student by day, his nights were spent carrying out orders from the ambiguous resistance core. Fighting for justice through a system where he still had no say. Fighting corruption through a sense of servitude. It seemed all but ironic to him.

Frankly, the state had done him no ill. The death of his brother had forced him into the company of the resistance by association. His brother was an active member. He had surgically removed his bioregulatory chip and insisted Jimin do the same. “Don’t be a pawn in someone else’s game” He had said.

Jimin didn’t listen.

Surely being a pawn was better than being a king. Walking around with a target on your back. Jimin had no one else. The resistance took him in, offered to pay for school, so there he was. Seokjin by his side since it happened.

For the first time since the death of his brother, Jimin felt something. Sure it had been years, and maybe he had moved on. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but feel curious. Exited even. Who were you? Why was it you? Whether the compatibility test—whether the concept of true love was real or not, he wanted to know you.

“I uh, had to talk to one of my professors” The lie came easy to him. In a way he was protecting you already. If they knew he had been matched with a citizen, you’d be on their radar. Who knows what they might do to you? To make matters worse, you were a scientist. The resistance didn’t believe in science. Science was simply a tool to further the state’s agenda.

Which made you the enemy.

Jimin didn’t trust the resistance the least bit more than the state. Caught between two flawed systems, Jimin was barely staying afloat.

Seokjin eyed him skeptically. “I still think you should consider dropping out, Jimin. Seriously, all they will do here is plague your mind with a false history of thought. You can learn anything you need through the resistance”

Jimin rolled his eyes, kicking his leg over his bike. Shaking his head, he lifted his helmet on, glancing back up towards the window where he wondered if you still were. He wondered if you were a key. Something that would save him from his mess of influence he was in. His mother had only ever wanted one thing—that he finish college. He hated school, but he did it for her.

“Say, what does the resistance think about compatibility science?”

Eyes dry, drained from a day of emotions, you stared at your computer. The clock hit midnight. Tucked in bed, you were robbed of sleep, wanting nothing more than to find the mysterious Park Jimin. To know him, truly, before you let Jungkook’s words create ideas in your head.

His profile wide on your screen, school picture staring back at you. He was hopelessly handsome. Almost ethereal with those pretty eyes. You recalled how his lips felt against your, tracing your own at the thought. You craved the smokey taste of him—the taste you thought you would loathe.

The video call button under your cursor. You wouldn’t dare—you were too nervous. Nervous that Jungkook may be right, and you would find out that this man stands against everything you do. Everything you work for.

But you simply had to know.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you took a deep breath, clicking the call button. The soft ringing tone made you jump—as you waited for him to answer or ignore your call.

The ringing stopped.

Your heart with it.

And there he was. Tired, makeup off, revealing the dark circles under his troubled eyes. His room was dimly lit. He appeared to be sitting at a desk, in nothing but a white T-shirt. His muscles prominent even through the screen.

“Hi you” He grinned lazily. An easy, teasing smile. The type of smile that made you want to kiss him long and hard. “Miss me already?”

Throat tight, you were suddenly at a loss for words. A million questions in your mind, now knowing where to begin.

“Jimin—hi” You waved sheepishly at the camera, “I hope I’m not bothering you, I know it’s late”

He shrugged, leaning back in his chair, “Whatever,” You noticed that he kicked his legs up on the desk. Something inside of you felt queasy. It drove you crazy when people behaved like that—disrespecting their workspace. “Just doing some homework”

You exhaled in relief. “Right, so you’re a student?” He rolled his eyes.

“Duh. I met you on campus didn’t I?” Sighing, he reached for something. You watched as he brought a bottle to his lips. Energy drinks. Your hands curled into fists. Doesn’t he realize how unhealthy those are? “I study law”

“That’s cool” You couldn’t hide the disinterest in your voice. You had never really resonated with social sciences, being a science lover from as early as you can remember. The most reading you did was the romance novels that were hidden in your closet. You dreaded conversations about politics. Ethics. Law.

“No,” He chuckled, “It’s not. But aren’t you little miss impressive, doctor Y/n?”

You blushed, “I’m not a doctor.” Pausing, you added, “Yet”

“Biochemistry” Jimin took out his phone, clearly reading off your profile. You hated the way your ego inflated with the way Jimin sounded genuinely impressed.

“So you’re really familiar with all this soulmate crap huh?”

The feeling was short-lived. Your lips pursed. Soulmate crap. “Yeah, I guess”

“Do you think it’s real?” Tossing his phone aside, he suddenly leaned very close to the camera. Voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper, “The soulmate stuff—is it really love?”

“I do think it’s real” Your voice wavered slightly, but you were determined to stand your ground. You had been trained to deal with skeptics and if this man was your soulmate you were determined to make sure he believed it too. “I realize that it can be complicated to understand, but it’s a way to ensure high quality of life in the long run”

“Being told who to love is high quality?” Jimin taunted.

You frowned. A part of you recognize he was egging you on. You were determined not to let him get to you. “You don’t even know me. Don’t decide I’m not worth it without at least doing that”

Satisfied with your response, you relished at how Jimin’s face hardened. It wasn’t entirely uncommon for people to doubt the system. In fact, you always felt it helped hold scientists like yourself accountable to the general good. But Jimin’s doubts almost hurt. His reluctance to believe in what you dedicated your life to. Maybe Jungkook was right. Maybe this really couldn’t work.

“It isn’t personal. I just don’t buy into a chip in my back telling me what to think”

Surely, it was personal. Surely Jimin felt the same as you—that you weren’t what he wanted. He seemed unwilling to compromise, unwilling to budge. Exhaustion flooded your senses. You wanted to scream.

“Then forget it!” You snapped suddenly, slamming your computer shut. A tear rolled down your cheek, which you quickly wiped away. After a few deep breaths, you opened your screen back up. Jimin had tried calling you back.

I’m sorry

I do wanna know you, Y/n

Why don’t we try hanging out? I’ll come to your lab tomorrow after your shift.

That night, you dreamt of Jungkook. What it might have been like, being the soulmate of someone so handsome, smart, and sweet. Instead of someone who was bound to drive you crazy.

“Y/n” The voice of your PI, Jung Hoseok, boomed through the lab. It had been a busy day, with the important conference coming up, Hoseok was insistent that the first series of trials be complete before then. You and Jungkook had been working to the bone. “You need to redo these samples. Stay after tonight and get them done”

You groaned, setting your pipet down. Jungkook gave you a sympathetic look.

“I can’t tonight,” You spoke up, which was unlike you. But things were different now—you had a soulmate. You had to spend time with him. “I have plans”

Hoseok stomped over, towering over you. “Excuse me?”

You and Jungkook would sometimes gossip about whether you thought Hoseok had passed the cognitive-sexual threshold yet. Whether he had been matched to a soulmate, or if perhaps he would be one of the few who would never be matched.

He was so uptight, the two of you liked to joke that he’d end up alone. You always did wonder what happened to those people.

“I said, I can’t. I’ll come in early tomorrow and get them done, I promise. But I have to be somewhere tonight”

Hoseok’s jaw tightened. “Since when do you have a social life, Y/n? Ever heard of priorities? If you don’t stay back tonight and finish, you’re not coming to the conference. It’s as simple as that”

You sighed in defeat. You needed to go to that conference. Dr. Kim Namjoon, your idol and inspiration, was going to be giving a presentation. It was a great opportunity to network and see if you might be able to go work for him after you finish your degree. And Hoseok knew how bad you wanted to go.

Not to mention, you wanted a copy of your compatibility results.

“Fine”

He grinned in satisfaction, “Good”

Groaning, you returned to your pipetting. Jungkook nudged you lightly with his elbow.

“That was so manipulative” He commented, “You okay?”

Nodding, you rolled your eyes, “Yeah, I just had plans to meet Jimin tonight. But he’ll understand”

“Will he?” Jungkook muttered. You gave him a look. You had told him all about the previous night, which only affirmed his preconceived notions that Jimin was no good. That your soulmate was a doomed case. In a way you were grateful he was continuing to be your friend despite not being a viable soulmate for him. You needed support. You had a feeling this new relationship was going to be rough. “If you want me to stay back and help you, I’m happy to”

You shook your head, “No, don’t worry I got it.”

Jimin paced around the lobby nervously, watching as the whitecoats scurried about. He felt extremely out of place, his skinny jeans, chains and leather jacket contrasting the plain and simple dressed around him. He seriously wondered if these people had personalities, or if they were truly robotic like Seokjin liked to try to convince him they were.

If he recalled correctly, you should have been leaving around sundown, and it was almost dark. Jimin had half a mind to go up and see where you were, but he didn’t want to deal with your big nerdy glasses-wearing, jealous friend.

Fuck it. An alarm in his chest went off. What if you were in some kind of trouble? You didn’t seem like the type of person who would be flaky and forget a date. He rushed to the elevators.

“Text me if you need anything okay Y/n!” The nerdy guy’s voice echoed as the doors of the elevator opened. Jimin stared him down as he crossed him in the hall.

“Hey glasses boy” He called. “Is Y/n in there?”

The boy gave him an unimpressed look, folding his arms over his chest. Jimin bit back a laugh.

“My name is Jungkook, I’m her lab partner. She had to work late today. Don’t bother her”

Jimin raised his eyebrows, “Jealous much?”

Jungkook pouted. “Look, she knows who you are Park Jimin. She knows about the vigilante group”

Jimin scoffed, “Vigilante group? God you’re all such fucking geeks. It’s called the resistance”

“Whatever it is, she knows. You’re dangerous, and I’m onto you—got it?” Jungkook peered at Jimin, making sure to emphasize their height difference. Jimin backed away, hands up in defeat.

“Yeah alright glasses, I got you”

Jungkook huffed, entering the elevator. Jimin watched him leave before rolling his eyes. Jealously looked so pathetic on some people, it was honestly laughable. He made his way to your lab, knocking lightly on the door. He watched as you were immersed in focus, carefully pipetting something.

“Hey you”

You looked up, eyes widening when you saw him. “Oh my god” You glanced at your watch, “Oh no! I totally lost track of time—my PI said I had to redo a whole set and stay after but I was trying to work quickly so I could still make it but—” Jimin walked over to you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“Relax doctor. You’re so tense”

“Y-you cannot be in here without PPE”

Jimin tilted his head in confusion, “I already peed earlier?”

You blinked at him incredulously. “No—gosh, no, you need to wear a lab coat. Goggles. Gloves.”

He shrugged, taking a seat next to you. “I won’t touch anything. I’m just watching”

You pursed your lips. You tended to be a bit uptight about certain protocols. A generally unorganized individual, you had experienced one too many accidents in the lab to not take safety seriously. “It’s not just about you contaminating the samples, it’s also about your safety. If a solution were to spill you could get burned or infected or—”

“Alright!” Jimin laughed, pinching your cheek. He gazed into your stressed eyes. “I’ll wear your stupid PPE”

He wandered over to the storage closet, grabbing the materials. You watched him, the coat was far too big for him, and the goggles looked almost silly on his face. Returning to your side, he pulled the chair up close so that he could rest his head on your shoulder as you worked.

“You mind if I just stay and watch?”

“N-no. That’s fine”

Jimin smiled. You became increasingly aware of his breath tickling your cheek as you worked. Hands trembling ever so slightly. His proximity made you dizzy. Today he didn’t smell like cigarettes. He smelt addictive. Dark. Like the wild.

You glanced over at him, wanting to see if he was finding your work interesting but were started when you realized he was looking at you. Flinching, you backed away from him.

He hummed, a light laugh. “You’re cute”

You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “Thanks, I guess” He watched as you returned to your work, unphased by his words. Your dedication was admirable, he couldn’t deny that. He also couldn’t deny he was bored out of his mind. He supposed he could talk to you in the meanwhile.

“Your lab partner. How long has that been going on? Clearly likes you”

“Jungkook? He doesn’t like me, we’re just very close” He could hear you lying through your teeth. The speed of your voice picked up ever so slightly, and your fingers tightened.

“Sure, okay.” Jimin moved closer to your face, whispering against your ear, “He told me you think I’m dangerous…Do you?”

“I don’t know you at all, so it’s hard to tell. But considering you’re in a gang, I suppose it’s a reasonable hypothesis”

Jimin grinned, “Well if you have any questions about it, I’m an open book baby”

You set down your pipet, peeling off your gloves. “I’m done” You announced, shrugging off your lab coat. “Give me your lab coat” Turning to him, you waited expectantly.

“Help me take it off” He teased. You rolled your eyes, grabbing the sleeve of his coat and tugging it down. Once you managed to get it off of him, he pulled you into his lap.

“Jimin” You exhaled. The bunched-up fabric separating you from his chest. His eyes spoke to you. Beckoned you—tempted you. As if they were daring to see what you would do.

He grabbed the coats from your hands, tossing them aside. Hands on the small of your back he pulled you in closer until your hips were locked against his. Gently he slid your goggles off and then his own, tracing your cheek with his thumb.

“Do I scare you, doctor?”

You turned your face away. “No, of course not” He pulled you face back towards him, lips melting against yours. This time, longer. Less fireworks and more comfort. You realize he was trying to give you a sense of ease.

“I don’t hurt people. At least not people who don’t deserve it”

“How would you know who deserves to get hurt?”

Jimin’s eyes flashed. He enjoyed being challenged. “How would some scientists know who we love?”

“I don’t know if I can get past this” You whispered, “You hate what I do”

“I don’t”

“And I hate what you do”

Jimin sighed, caressing your hips. “If you don’t want to see me, you don’t have to Y/n. We still have free will. They haven’t taken that from us. Yet, anyway”

You shook your head. “It’s not wrong. If you’re my soulmate, I believe with every fiber of my body that it’s true. So yeah, we’re clearly different. And it might be hard but, I’m going to find a way to love you. I have to”

“And how exactly do you plan on doing that when you’ve already decided who I am”

The words weighed heavy in the tense air. He watched as you considered his statement, that genius little head of yours whirring at what to say next. You looked at him with such earnest guilt, Jimin wanted to kiss you again just for that. His fingers trailed up and down you back. He was warm today. You felt incredibly safe in his hold.

You let your arms slide around him, hugging him to you. Your face against his neck, lips pressed against his jugular. It was so incredibly intimate. Such a delicate moment. For a second you almost began to believe you could fall in love this man.

You rose to look at him. His lips grazed over yours, breathing you in. Pressing against yours, pushing and pulling ever so sweetly. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Heat enveloped your body, like every sense in you came to life all at once.

His fingers wrapping around the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly close. “You taste so fucking sweet doctor” His voice was raspy, breathless. You trembled realizing just how taken he was by you.

“Jimin—wait” You inhaled sharply, pulling away before Jimin could swallow you into another kiss. Jimin steadied himself, tracing your lips while he caught his breath.

“This has been fun, doctor” He winked, nipping at your cheek one last time. Pushing you off him, he stood up, “Would you like a ride home?”

You stared at him in disbelief. “O-on your bike? I don’t know if that would be very safe—I’m not exactly comfortable with—” Jimin grabbed your wrist, pulling you chest to chest.

“I’m not gonna let you fall” You believed the words when he said them. “You wanna know me right? Well that bike is a part of who I am. Don’t knock it till you try it”

The next thing you knew he was placing a helmet over your head. Guiding you to sit on the bike before he sat behind you. His arms hovering over yours, caging you in as he gripped the handles. His chest to your back, thighs keeping you steady.

“Ready doc?”

You stared at the road ahead. It was pitch black. Anxiety danced in your gut.

“Okay” You had to trust him. He was your soulmate after all.

He took off, the engine whirring. Suddenly you were flying through the horizon. Heart beating fast as your surroundings blurred past you. In fear your hands gripped Jimin’s over the handle, steadying yourself.

You couldn’t hear anything but swore you could feel him laugh. He kissed the back of your shoulder before speeding up even more. You focused on the sensation of him—the fact that he was there, he was in control—therefore you would be okay.

You felt like laughing. A big smile on your face as you began to enjoy the rush of adrenaline as Jimin raced through the winding roads. It was exciting, the start of a new adventure. A new person who you had all the time in the world to explore. To understand his quirks, his persona, his story.

It wasn’t love, yet.

But it sure as hell could be.

When you woke up the next morning, your phone was blowing up. Hoseok had left you many messages.

Y/n—what the fuck happened

All of our data is gone—the classified trials, everything

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In Plain Sight

A secret relationship isn’t exactly easy to hide, especially not when you work together – and when you make the most of some alone time during a grocery run, you get a little careless. A little too much so, perhaps.

≽ pairing: jimin x reader ≽ genre: fluff, firefighters!au (no actual fires happen), established relationship, the relationship is also a sEcReT but do either of these adorable clingy idiots care? seems not (aka heads up: a ton of pda) ≽ warnings: none ≽ word count: 2.8k

anon requested: "We better not get caught." + Supermarket

a/n: hello friends!! I hope you're all doing well :D I'm so excited to finally upload this one, it's always fun to write overly sweet fluff hehe – I hope you enjoy it! :) I also want to thank the wonderful mars (used to be @jooneos) for betaing this fic💕

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The supermarket is crowded right around the dinner rush; chatter fills your ears as you toss a crop of lettuce into your shopping cart, and you lean onto the bright red handle as you slowly push the cart ahead towards the colourful selection of bell peppers. With the cash registers so close to you, insistent beeps nag at your ears, joined by the sound of cartwheels hobbling over the slightly unevenly tiled floor. Softly humming a song that’s been stuck in your head since yesterday, you stop and wait for another customer taking their sweet, sweet time crossing in front of you. You absently run your finger along the collar of your dark blue work polo, needlessly making sure it’s straightened out.

“Hey, stranger.”

An arm wraps around your waist and a pack of tortilla wraps lands in your cart. You jolt out of your daze and smile as Jimin nuzzles his nose underneath your jaw, pressing his lips against your neck.

Letting out a content sigh, you bite your lip, trying to stay focused. You’re in uniform, you try to remind yourself. Your jacket hides the fire department logo on your chest, and his goes hidden underneath his coat – no one would know, really, but you both told yourselves you’d keep up a semblance of professionality when you started dating.

That turns out to be more easily said than done.

“Jimin,” you mutter, putting a hand over his wrist. You’re not quite able to push his arm away from around your waist. “Someone’s gonna see.”

He laughs softly. His breath fans over your skin and you shiver, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment. If you weren’t in such a public place, you’d be melting into him by now. “That would be one hell of a coincidence,” he replies, turning his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours. “We’ve never run into anyone here, let alone someone from work.” His thumb traces circles onto the back of your hand as he wraps his other arm around you as well. You’re already forgetting the point you were trying to make. “Plus, people hate looking at PDA– didn’t you see The Winter Soldier? We’re basically incognito.”

You can’t help but laugh. “As long as we stay like this, I’m guessing?”

He hums and presses a warm kiss to your neck, and your stomach does a small somersault. “Exactly.”

With another sigh, you lean into his touch for a moment before you untangle his fingers from yours and move to grip the handle of your shopping cart. The other customer has long passed you by – or fled from the PDA, if Jimin is indeed right – and the path towards the bell peppers is free now. “If only we didn’t have groceries to buy for our dear, dear colleagues,” you say a little more wistfully than you feel, pushing the cart forward.

Trying to, at least– Jimin seems to disagree with your plan to keep moving. With a soft whine, he tightens his arms around you to keep you from walking away, burying his nose into your shoulder.

You smile and turn to look at him. “We gotta get those bell peppers, babe.”

“Gimme a minute,” he mumbles, his thumbs stroking circles into your hips. “I’m busy.”

With a laugh, you reach up to run your fingers through his soft, dark hair, brushing the nape of his neck as you lean into him. He hums in contentment, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” you start softly, lowering your hand to play with the soft, thin fabric of his sleeve instead. “But I don’t think doing PDA with a colleague you’re secretly dating is considered an acceptable use of your time.”

“Well, then,” Jimin returns as he slowly trails kisses from your neck to your jaw, his lips curling up into a smile against your skin. “We better not get caught.”

You can’t help but laugh, and you turn around in his arms to wrap yours around his neck. Jimin lifts his head to smile at you, his eyes crinkling in the corners – though you don’t get much of a chance to look at him before he nudges forward and rubs his nose against yours. His lips ghost over yours, teasing you, daring you to lean in and kiss him. In public. In the middle of a grocery store.

You’d simply be stupid to resist.

Jimin sighs softly as you press your lips to his, and you melt into his warmth. You run your fingers through his hair, gently scratching them down his neck. His hands press into your lower back, keeping you flush against him and –

A cart loudly clatters past you, and you’re suddenly reminded of where you are.

With a sharp breath, you pull away and bite your lip, sending Jimin a small smile. You swipe your thumb across his lips. “We should really get to those peppers.”

Jimin huffs and pouts teasingly, but slowly lets go of you. His hands linger on your hips for just a second before they drop back down to his side. “Can’t believe you’re trying to be professional when we’re not even at the station,” he mutters with a scowl – though you can see a smile breaking through.

You jokingly narrow your eyes at him, shaking your head in mock disappointment as you push the cart towards the vegetables. “Last time I checked, we’re still in uniform, babe,” you reply, stopping in front of the bell peppers.

He simply pouts in reply and you grin in amusement, grabbing a few peppers and tossing them into the cart. “But since we’re just on a grocery run…” he starts, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I can still do this, right?” He pointedly throws his arm around your shoulder.

You gasp dramatically. “Jimin, this is scandalous.”

“Hey, I’m only human,” he returns with a grin, drawing random figures on your upper arm. “One can only hold back so many kisses before they explode.”

You laugh. “Speaking from experience?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, his gaze flickering down to your mouth just briefly, and he licks his lips. “Maybe.”

You smile in amusement. “Thought so,” you mutter, leaning up to kiss him. It’s meant to be brief, really – but unfortunately, Jimin chases your lips when you pull back, his nose pressing into your cheek, his bangs brushing over your forehead as he wraps an arm around your waist once more. You sigh and give in, warmth spreading through you at his touch. Your hand sneaks around his neck as he playfully bites your bottom lip, and you laugh softly.

When he pulls back, a giddy smile curls at his mouth, and his eyes are brimming with fondness. You return the sentiment, gently rearranging the way his bangs fall over his forehead. Even though you’ve been dating for several weeks now, the newness of it all hasn’t faded for either of you.

You both have to work not to lean in again – he clears his throat and pulls the grocery list from his back pocket, frowning down at it. “So, chips next.”

With a soft smile, you take his hand in yours and turn the cart in the direction of the chips aisle. “We’ll catch up on those kisses once we get home.”

He grins. “Deal.”

The rest of your grocery run passes by too quickly – much to the chagrin of both of you, and certainly not for a lack of trying to draw things out – and you’re emptying your cart into the trunk of your car only fifteen minutes later. The sun is still high in the sky, beating down on the small parking lot; you’re grateful for the cool summer breeze, making it bearable enough to keep your jacket on. Huffing a stray strand of hair out of your vision, you step back from the car and turn to put the cart back at the entrance.

Jimin has other ideas.

“Babe,” he whines, dragging out the word as he closes the trunk of his car and locks it. He chases after you, wraps his arms around your waist from behind to keep you from crossing the parking lot. “Stop going so fast,” he says through a pout, and you can’t help the fond smile that pulls at your lips as he nuzzles his nose into your jaw. “I need to mentally prepare before we switch back to colleague mode.”

You smile, craning your neck to kiss him on the lips before you turn back to look around, making sure you’re not blocking any cars. “I think this is more of a physical preparation, but –”

You fall silent, and your heart drops.

Jimin simply laughs, kissing your neck– and you suddenly want to sink into the hot asphalt underneath your feet. “But what?”

You finally manage to unfreeze your limbs, and you pull at Jimin’s hands to make him drop them. “Jimin,” you whisper nervously. Your face heats, your heart pounding. “Jimin, colleague mode.”

“What? Wh–”

The rest of his question remains stuck in his throat when he looks in the same direction and jumps back a mile, leaving your back cold from where he’d been pressing up against you. His eyes are wide as he stares at Jungkook, who’s standing just a few steps away from you, halfway towards biting into a powdered donut. He’s in his civilian clothes, an all-black outfit with a black backpack to match. He returns your stare, seems as frozen as the two of you – as if he’s the one who got caught doing something that could mean serious repercussions.

“Hi,” you blurt out, blinking at him. You can’t gauge his reaction past the initial surprise etched into his features, and your pounding heart doesn’t make it much easier to think straight. “We were just…”

“We were getting groceries,” Jimin hastily fills in. “For dinner. At the station.” He clears his throat, his cheeks flushed red. It’s not exactly an excuse, but there’s really no way to explain this away– it’s not like you were caught in a simple hug.

Jungkook blinks and nods slowly. “Right,” he says, his gaze flickering between you and Jimin. He clears his throat, nods once more – the surprise seems to fade and he puts on a smile, though it’s still somewhat dazed. He slowly takes a bite of his donut, his cheek bulging slightly as he adds, “It’s… it’s nice to see you guys.”

“Ah, you– you, too,” you say quickly, your hands gripping the shopping cart handle so tightly that your knuckles turn white. What is he gonna say? Is he gonna tell everyone? Fuck, you’re gonna lose your job, aren’t you? Your life is over, it’s all over just like that. And all because you didn’t have an ounce of self-restraint.

With a smile, Jungkook nods quickly, his eyes still moving from Jimin to you and back at Jimin. “Well, uh…” He clears his throat, adjusts the strap of his backpack. “I’ll see you guys at shift change, then.”

He nods at the two of you once more, and you nod in response. Taking a step back, he slowly takes his phone out of his pocket, bites into his donut again – and before you can say anything, he turns and walks away.

You let out a sharp breath, putting a hand to your chest to feel your heart rabbit against your ribs. Jimin runs a hand through his hair and stares after Jungkook, worrying his bottom lip.

“He won’t tell anyone, will he?” you breathe out, glancing over your shoulder at Jungkook as he gets into his car, slamming the door closed behind him.

Jimin quickly shakes his head. His brows are furrowed when he turns to look at you. “No,” he replies, though he sounds unsure. His gaze flits over to Jungkook’s car. “No, he’s not like that,” he insists, shaking his head once more as he looks back at you. His frown remains etched into his forehead, though, and he nervously chews on his bottom lip. “Sorry, though.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, leaving the shopping cart be for the moment. “What?” you breathe out with a smile, reaching up to gently take his lip out from between his teeth. “Why are you sorry?”

He huffs. “Well, I got us caught, for one…” he says lowly, his voice trailing off into a mumble. “And we don’t even know for sure if he’s gonna –”

You squeeze his lips together to keep him from talking, and his sentence dies out in an instant. His eyebrows shoot up, his lips twitch up into a smile between your fingers. “We’ll text him before we get back to the station to make sure, and then that’s all we can do,” you tell him firmly. You’re pretending to be much more confident than you are, but you suppose there’s truly nothing else to be done. “Worst case scenario, we’ll have to rely on the captain’s level of chill,” you add with a grin, and Jimin laughs as you let go of his lips.

“Guess so,” he says, sighing softly. He tilts his head at you. His frown is still regretful, his eyes brimming with guilt.

You can’t help but soften at the look on his face – but you huff at him nevertheless. “Stop that,” you tell him, pushing at his shoulder before you grip the grocery cart once more. It rattles loudly as you push it towards the entrance. “Namjoon’s reasonable. As long as we keep putting out fires as usual, I think he’ll be fine with… us. And so will the others.”

Jimin follows you as you park the shopping cart in its designated spot. “I guess,” he says through yet another sigh, slinging his arm around your shoulder while you walk back to your car. You instinctively reach up to hold the hand dangling off your shoulder, intertwining your fingers with his. “Still.”

An amused smile pulls at your lips and you look up at him, an eyebrow raised. “What?”

He looks down at you, shrugs. “I just wish we didn’t have to worry at all,” he replies. Immediately, he clears his throat and averts his eyes, shakes his head sharply. “But, y’know…”

You hum and let out a soft sigh, leaning into him. “Me, too,” you return gently, coming to a stop at your car and reluctantly letting go of his hand. His arm tightens around you almost imperceptibly before he drops it back to his side and digs the car keys from his coat, unlocking the doors so you can slip inside. “But hey, it’s not like we don’t have any fun, right?” you add as you sink into the passenger seat, clicking your seatbelt into place. “Plenty of dates to be had in the safety of our apartments.”

Jimin bites his lip, but he can’t stop a bright grin from breaking out. He needlessly adjusts the rearview mirror. “Can’t say you’re wrong,” he replies, playing with the car key for a moment before he sticks it in the ignition.

“Back into colleague mode we go,” you say through a sigh.

His grin widens, and he holds up his hand for a high-five. With a laugh, you slap your hand to his – and before you can pull away, he grabs hold of your hand to pull you towards him, sneaking in a kiss that lingers even after he pulls away.

You sit back, pursing your lips to hold back a bashful smile, and you stare a hole into the windshield.

Jimin laughs softly. “Just had to fuel up,” he says with a smile as he starts the engine and pulls out of the parking spot.

You can’t help but snicker. “You sure that was enough, then?”

He hums and shrugs noncommittally. “It’ll have to be.” He glances at you as he pulls up to the parking lot exit, stopping just before he joins the road. His black hair shimmers in the summer sun, and it almost looks like he’s glowing. “Think we can handle four more hours?”

“Oh, please,” you say through a snort. “We can handle anything.” Jimin smiles and reaches out to take your hand in his again. He presses a kiss to your knuckles, sending a burst of warmth through you. “Four hours? Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.”

He chuckles and turns right to join the road, the engine roaring as the car speeds up. “I don’t think we got any lemons, so that might be a little difficult,” he replies, glancing over his shoulder as if he can look into the trunk. “Piece of cake, maybe?”

You laugh, leaning your head back against your seat. He grins proudly in response – your chest bursts with fondness at the sight, and you can’t help but smile brightly as you look at him. “Didn’t get that either, but we can always bake one,” you offer.

A giddy smile curls at his lips, and he gives your hand a small squeeze. “It’s a date, then.”

You grin and nod firmly, letting your intertwined hands rest on your thigh. “It’s a date.”

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vinetae · 1 year

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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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Oooooo cliff hanger. Hehe.

Alot of people seem to think my one shots are SERIES I'm starting but guys like- you can ask for drabble of my stuff but- I'm already swimming in unfinished series I had started a LONG TIME ago.

Example: Full Circle, Friendly Favor, Love me Leave me, Snow Drops, etc.

So uhm- thank you for all of the requests but these are not going to continue as series. You can request drabbles and ask questions about the characters but other than that, I leave my one shots alone.

This one was a little bit harder to end, so I just left it on a cliff hanger. (Kinda one of those things you can imagine your own ending if you want.)

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muniimyg · 1 year

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JUST FRIENDS // PJM

pairing:

jimin + oc

au/genre:

friends to situationship

crush au / non-idol au

sexy vibes, confusion, angst

warnings:

mild hook up scene !!!

The blasting music suddenly mutes as he approaches you. He settles to stand beside you, leaning against the wall with his fingertips lingering awfully close to yours. You hold your breath, beginning to feel overwhelmed with the way he inches closer to you. Your heart pounds louder than the music at this point.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Jimin then nods towards the direction of the bathroom and leaves first.

Watching him squeeze through the crowd, you attempt to compose yourself.

You wonder if you should just stay here and ditch him. What would he do? Would he react and beg you to be with him? Would he find some other girl to mess with? Would he even care?

It begins to ache.

The way he walks away and turns his head back and mouths out; “you coming?” has your heart aching. How could he be so pretty and mindless?

As friends, too often do you two argue and fight over the smallest things. Whether it’s about the friendgroup, your jobs, or bad habits—unsettling pride is something you two have in common. Completely ashamed of being seen as the weaker one, you pick fights whenever you can. However, when drunk; it’s a losing battle.

It’s all so meaningless because it always ends up like this.

You and him but not really.

See, he’d always message you and have these deep intense conversations until 4AM and then ghost you for three weeks. He’s the type to find you at parties and either stick by your side the entire time or get too drunk and swallowed up with his other friends to even remember your name. Jimin is the type to buy you flowers on random days but not even text you “happy valentines day!”

Perhaps it’s all the hot and cold gestures that have you wrapped around his chubby little fingers because it didn’t matter where he was leading you to go… You’d follow him anyway.

“Jimin, w-we can’t—“

He grips your waist tighter, sending shivers down your body. You sharply inhale his scent as he digs his face into the crook of your neck.

God, you smell so good to him.

“Why not?” he breathes, taking a moment to take in how fucking hard you have him. He’s settled in between your legs as you sit on the sink countertop. His hands were lucky enough to have reunited with your breast tonight, he hopes that the rest of him could say the same.

“Friends don’t do this,” you pout, feeling the weight of your heart sinking. “They don’t give fuck me eyes to each other. They don’t hide in closets, cars, or bathrooms.. They don’t kiss—”

“Awh, come on, ___. What’s friendship got to do with a little kissing?”

Everything.

You want to scream at him and say everything but nothing comes out. Instead, you blink away and let him kiss you again. Unsure if you’re betraying yourself or him; you give in. This isn’t the first time and certainly not the last… He’s addicting and there’s nothing—no one quite like him.

Jimin has you. There’s no escaping it. You only wish you had him too.

You love his lips and how sweet they feel against yours. Yet, what leaves a bitter taste on your lips is the running thought of;

If we’re fucking, are we just friends?

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years

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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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yimejk · 2 years

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Dancer or seducer?

Pairing: Yandere vampire Jimin & Contestant Reader

Duration: One shot

Warnings: yandere tendencies, manipulation, mind control quilt tripping, mentions of blood, bitting

Summary: It was just supposed to be an ordinary competition. Or Y/N just thought so.

I do not condone this behaviour it's just fiction and credits to the owner of the giph.

Y/N's POV:

To say you were annoyed was understanding. If it wasn't for your friend Sooyoon you wouldn't be here right now. But she was right. You needed money and with your incredible talent at dancing you had to grab what was offered to you. So like that you are standing in a big venue where the most awaiting competition is held. You have made you way to the metal door. When you opened them there was immediately embarassing quietness, you could even hear small pin fall to the ground. All the contestants curious eyes looked at your frame. You nervously greeted them and found dor yourself spot in the corner. Just as you were out of their watchful eyes the noises in the room come back in a full force. You sighed and waited for your turn at the stage.

It passed ten minutes when you heard your name called. You give yourself the prep talk and headed to the stairs that were attached to the stage. The first thing you noticed was pale but gorgeous looking face. Just as he knew you were looking at him he turned to your way. You two were locked in eye contact. None of you was willing to peel of the gaze that you both shared. It was really strange how this unknown man pulled you into him. He had a jet black hair that adored his face. Broad and lean figure. And the most beautiful pair of eyes. Gosh you just merely looked at him and here you are a blushing mass. You rolled your head side to side and began your choreography.

Jimin's POV:

Oh Y/N. Such an easy and pretty name. It softly rolled on my tongue. My cute baby. All on her own. See she needs me in her life. I can feel her pulse quicken every time she makes steps through her dance. Her hips swayed left and right and it made my head spin. I closed my eyes but imagines of her dancing still played in my mind. I could feel my fangs come out at the delicious smell of her blood wafting around me. All the power I have served just right now. It's laughable how easy it was to manipulate all those mortals. Soon Y/N I will make you mine.

Y/N's POV:

I was heavily breathing when I ended dancing. In the audience I heard clapping. "Y/N, dear ot was brilliant. Excellent job. The headmaster wants to have a moment with you. He is waiting in that room." The staff nodded in the direction of that room in corner. I started to feel the pull again. It made goosebumps appear on my whole body and my insides churn with anxiety. I swallowed hard and turned the doorknob. I saw a looming presence of that guy from first row in audience. He grinned ear to ear. "Y/N sweetheart come to me. " He softly called to me. I dumbly walked to him. I don't know what possessed me but I didn't know what take over my body. "Y/N my cute little lamb give yourself to me. Just say these words: I Y/F/N will always belong to Park Jimin. I will be bound to him dor the rest of my life". He singed to my like a lullaby. I repeated after him and after my confirmation I felt a dull ache in my neck. The guy Jimin bit into me. Instead of feeling grossed and distraught I felt content. Just as it was mean to be.

Hope you enjoyed reading this short piece of first Jimin writing. Tomorrow starting I want to write J-Hope's one. I'm grateful for the love you give to all my work. Have a good night ❤️

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btsydtrash · 2 years

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Promise [3]

Deaf hitman Park Jimin x vet YN; amnesia AU

YN has only ever dreamed of a world where she gets to care for her animals and sit by the beach, doing nothing but the things she wants.

Jimin has never allowed himself to dream of anything. He is owned. He is someone else’s property. He can’t dream of freedom because to dream is to yearn and to yearn is to be disappointed.

Still, what happens when a woman full of dreams and a man terrified of his own come together?

Masterlist / i don’t have a tag list / find me on twitter / word count: 2.3k

(AU: While I enjoy writing realistic stories, this one has many ‘common sense’ holes that I would like you to ignore for the sake of the fantasy world creation. Future smut and gore. Jimin is a badass. He’s also deaf. This story will only be about 10-15 chapters long. Shorter than my other ones. I’ve already written up 6 so far. I’ll update once a month. Hope you like it!)

(yandere / angst / gore / fluff / smut / violence)

Chapter 3: ‘Newness’

The man wakes up some time later and you walk him into the passenger seat of the car. The inside of the vehicle has some blood stains that twist your stomach. The man notices the blood, and he stares at the patches with an unreadable expression on his face. He only jolts when you put a hand on his shoulder and he allows you to hoist him into the car.

You got him into the passenger seat and try to drive as carefully as possible to get him back to your place. He winces and jolts a little but you can tell he’s trying to put on a brave face, clutching at his wounds tightly. His skin grows pale and sickly-looking during the short ride, and you know that he was going to have to spend some days recovering.

Your place isn’t small, thankfully. You had a house all to yourself; a bathroom and kitchen separate from the living room and bedroom. It wasn’t enough for a family, by any means, but it was more than ample enough for you and the space you wanted to make a life in for the next half a decade.

You get him into the house without being seen, for once grateful for the sleepiness of the town you live in, and when you finally have him in your space, laying on a towel on the bed, you ask, “What am I supposed to call you?”

He shrugs and makes a sweeping gesture.

You take it to mean, Anything is okay.

He didn’t have the energy to write any more. His eyes slide closed but you tap his uninjured foot with your knuckle, making him jerk.

You say, ignoring his vicious glare, “I’ll let you sleep. I’ll wake you up when you’re supposed to eat something.”

He nods, eyes sliding closed and he waves you off, a little more purposefully. I’m too sleepy for this. You read from his behavior.

You close the bedroom door and move into the living room. You were going to have to work half-shifts instead of full ones to keep an eye on the animals until you could hire someone to house-keep. You had been looking for an assistant since even before your old boss had hurt himself, because of his old and your growing responsibilities at the clinic.

It takes you about an hour to send off some e-mails, inquiring about any veterinary assistants in any nearby town or fresh graduates who were interested in studying under you, before you move to make dinner.

The stranger had been sleeping soundlessly for hours, even after you check on him randomly, part of you worried about him somehow getting into your panty drawer or pulling a knife and trying to kill you, even though you know, logically, that he wouldn’t even be able to hold up a pencil let alone a weapon.

You make him porridge, full of nutrients and blended into something smooth and easy for him to eat, and you cook up some bulgogi and quinoa for yourself.

When you walk into your bedroom, you notice the air in the room edging on the cusp of stale so you open one of the windows and let in a gust of fresh Fall breeze. It was going to rain soon, probably later that night actually, from the heavy scent of rain on the wind, so you are grateful to you of days past for having already gone grocery shopping for the rest of the month.

Living with another person was going to burn you through the food you had a lot faster than you had planned so while you set up the food, you make a list of things you’ll probably need for him.

“Hey, Mister,” you say, shaking his shoulder, gently. “It’s time for dinner.”

Groggily, he rouses from his sleep. “Mmmm?”

“Dinner,” you repeat once his eyes are opened and he seems aware of his surroundings. You help him into a more seated position, not ignorant to the pain he must be in from the clenching on his jaw. “It’s only porridge. I tried not to make it spicy or too salty, but you have to let me know if it isn’t to your taste.”

He sniffs the broth and he gets a dazed look on his face. The man’s stomach gurgles, loudly, and he looks away, embarrassed.

“Can you manage by yourself?”

The man exhales before he nods, taking the spoon in a shaky grip. His eyes are big, all lost and frightened, and he waits, patiently, for you to place the bowl in his lap, a thin towel beneath it to assuage some of the heat.

You grab your own bowl of food from the tray on the desk and cross your legs. He stares at you, waiting, glancing between your bowl and your face, before he raises his eyebrows, expectantly.

He was waiting for you to start eating so you could eat together. You give him a small smile, which he returns with his own, kind and innocent.

“Bon appetit."

The two of you eat in relative silence but whenever you glance up from your own bowl, you see him demolishing the plate. He finishes long before you even get through half of your meal and he seems to want more if the eager look on his face says anything.

You swallow a mouthful and ask, trying to hide your amusement, “Are you still hungry?”

He chews his bottom lip as he nods, sincerely.

With a satisfied smile, you take his bowl, uncurling your legs to get off the bed and disappear into the living room. You feel his eyes on you from the bedroom, which looks directly into the kitchen area from where he is laying down.

“There’s plenty more if you like,” you tell him as you hand it back. This bowl isn’t as hot, and he takes his time with this one, eating slower and savoring the taste of each bite. His nostrils flare as he eats, brows twitching in interest as he eats.

He’s shockingly beautiful, even like this, bandaged and bruised.

You grab a new notepad, one of the loose-leaf paper ones you stole from the clinic to help you with your late-night studies.

“I can give you this to write in until we figure out a better way for you to communicate with me,” you tell him after tapping his leg to get his attention.

The man nods and excitedly takes the pad from you, putting it next to him before he goes back to the food. Clearly his priorities lay firmly with getting his sustenance before anything else.

Some time later, after you had washed up the dishes and had carefully changed his bandages, you ask, “How do you feel?”

He didn’t put a shirt on on your recommendation, to let the injuries air out, and you have to force your eyes to stop wandering. His chest is so much more impressive now that he’s conscious and in motion. Perfect wash-board abs, his detailed, dark pectoral tattoos shifting as his muscles move when he scribbles his responses down. He was an absolute specimen of a man, something to be studied in a book somewhere.

Suddenly, he turns the notepad around, surprising you, with a tight look on his face. Like I got run over by a semi-truck.

You snort a little, gesturing to his arm. “I took a bullet out of your shoulder. You’re lucky that you’re conscious. I still think being in a hospital would be better for you.”

He doesn’t even answer. The look on his face alone is enough to remind you of his staunch lack of a desire to go the official route.

“I got it,” you comment, exhaling in minor frustration. “I’ve thought of a name for you.”

He quirks a brow in curiosity. What is it?

“Jay,” you respond. “You have a neck tattoo of the letter. It’s pretty big, so maybe your name begins with it, or someone you care about has their initial. And this is a mocking jay bird on your inner arm.”

He gingerly raises an arm to touch the side of his neck, fingers tracing the lightly raised skin. I don’t even know what I look like.

You move to grab a hand-held mirror from your vanity and hold it up for him, at eye-level.

“You’re pretty,” you compliment as he looks at his own reflection in momentary fascination.

I’m handsome.

You roll your eyes at the proud expression on his face. He keeps looking at himself, tilting his head from side to side.

“Being smug isn’t a good look,” you retort, glibly. You remove the mirror, putting it back where it belongs, and stand, putting your hands on your hips. “I’m getting ready to go to sleep. You can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

He stares at you, not comprehendingly, almost as if he doesn’t want to be alone. He scrambles to write something quickly. Why? The bed’s big enough for both of us.

“No offense, but you stink,” you tell him with a twist to your lips. “Plus, I don’t feel comfortable sharing a bed with a patient.”

His frown deepens slightly as he takes a covert sniff of his body, but his face twists into a grimace as he realizes you aren’t lying. Jay writes more down. I’m not your patient. You aren’t a doctor.

“I’m the one who stitched you up. I’m the closest thing you have to a doctor, Jay,” you respond, putting a hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture. He looks up at you through his lashes before you say, “Get some sleep.”

Jay sighs, heavily, before he acquiesces, shuffling down on the bed and you switch off the lights, bathing him in darkness. You try to be quiet, milling around in the bathroom as you shower and ready yourself for sleep. With still damp hair, you walk back into the living room and stare down at the couch. You would be lying if you said that you hadn’t spent your fair share of nights on the couch, having got too lost in a late night whirlpool and slept there with the tv still playing in the background. You always woke up with a crick in your neck and some kind of new bruise from how you turn in your sleep.

You toss out the blanket on the couch and curl into a warm ball. You fall asleep to the calming sounds of the beginning of Fall rain, body relaxing in slow increments until you’re gone, drifting in a sea of comforting darkness.

In the middle of the night, you are jolted out of your sleep by the sound of thunder, clapping mercilessly loud in the distance. You get out of bed, your bladder calling for you to go to the bathroom. Once you’re done with your business, you wash your hands and come out of the bathroom, but something catches your attention.

A groaning sound.

But the sound was so unbearably sad that it made your heart ache.

You walk into the bedroom, quietly poking your head into the shadowy room to see Jay, his face contorted in agony, biting so hard on his lower lip that he had long broke the skin and was dripping blood down his chin.

Instantly you are by his side, reaching for his clenched fist by his side.

“Shh,” you murmur, patting his head in tender motions. You know he can’t hear you, but you keep muttering soft sounds, running your hands up and down his scalp, rubbing small circles on the back of his hands with your thumb. You used to get nightmares a lot as a kid, easily frightened by the smallest thing, so your mom often had to cuddle you back into sleep’s embrace this exactly way. You whisper, softly, “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

It doesn’t stop the nightmare from playing behind his eyes, but you notice a degree of tension leaving his body the longer you comfort him. His moaning and grumbling taper off, gradually, as you rub the crook of your finger up and down the side of his face, back and forth along the side of his jaw.

You keep petting him, shifting onto your side so you could wrap yourself around his trembling body. It felt more intimate than it actually was, knowing that you were only providing physical support to someone in need, but the optics were saying something different. You look into the mirror directly opposite to the bed, observing yourself. Hair messy, sleep still in your eye and lines from the cushion that you had been using as a pillow pressed into the skin of your neck and face.

It appeared too intimate for you to stomach, so you look away, embarrassed.

You move to get away once he had stopped gnawing through his lip, thinking your job done, but he whimpers like a struck animal and grabs your hand tighter.

He mouths words, but no sound comes out. Jay’s thick brows twitch in displeasure as he grabs your hand tighter, almost pulling you back into the pocket of warmth at his side and he settles quickly after.

“You’re going to be such a handful,” you grumble, shuffling a little to get comfortable in his iron-grip.

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outromoni · 2 years

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euphoricfilter · 7 months

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

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☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)

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☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification

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☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

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☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex

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☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

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☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

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☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting

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☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge

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☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy

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☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming

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☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)

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☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

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☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

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☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

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☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun

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☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie

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☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!

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☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink

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peachypinkygloss · 8 months

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❝𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑❞ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ᥫ᭡.

Boys come and go, but not men. Men stay. They stick. They obsess. a peachypinkygloss' 1 year anniversary special.

rated 18+. minors do not interact. every fiction down below has dark and unethical characters. do not read if uncomfortable/triggered. *no taglist.

"all your glory,"

dior girl ✰ park jimin

Park Jimin is one of a kind. When he wants something, he gets it, no matter how hard it can be. He's not scared to get his hands dirty. If he had any morals, maybe he'd consider his obsession with you getting out of hands. But this man has absolutely no morals.

୨୧ PAIRING. designer!jimin x model!reader

୨୧ GENRE. strangers to lovers, age gap (21 & 38), hard dom!jimin, smut, angst

posted on 09/16/23.

"you like your girls insane,"

secret diary ✰ kim taehyung

A passionate artist, a caring father, a honest and loving man. You first thought you were the insane one for wanting Taehyung all to yourself until he showed you his true colours and how wicked and unhinged his obsession for you has grown to be.

୨୧ PAIRING. dilf!taehyung x babysitter!reader

୨୧ GENRE. dilf au, age gap (23 & 37), dom!taehyung, single dad!taehyung, smut, angst

coming soon...

"and for you i keep my legs apart,"

adultery ✰ jeon jungkook

You were already feeling guilty for messing with a married man, so you didn't need him to confess his unacceptable and lewd feelings for you. Especially when he categorically refuses no for an answer.

୨୧ PAIRING. ceo!jungkook x university student!reader

୨୧ GENRE. infidelity au, age gap (25 & 31), mean dom!jungkook, smut, angst

coming soon...

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curryshesus · 6 months

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bts fics that radiate sheer utter brilliance

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 1

hello, hello! please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did <3 note: all of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni please). enjoy!

➺ the road to you - by @bonvoyagenoona

| ot7 x reader (tae focus) | 110k

au of all aus, best friend!taehyung, high school boyfriend!jimin, professor!yoongi, college boyfriend!jungkook, art enthusiast and city heartthrob!namjoon, barista!hobi, actor!jin, angst, fluff, smut, series

>>summary: "armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. you’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. this is usually when you thrive. so why do you feel so lost? and who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?"

➺ matilda - by @babystrcandy

| yoongi x reader | 141.8k

brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, min yoongi, came into your life. you both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. but with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true."

➺ bitchin' - by @kinktae

| jungkook x reader | 49.5k

1980’s au, inspired by to all the boys i’ve loved before, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook, smut, series

>> summary: "the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook."

➺ flower - by @readyplayerhobi

| hoseok x reader |

online dating au, fluff, future angst, future smut, series

>> summary: "you finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the flower dating app. one of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. what happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

➺ suncity - by @jamaisjoons

| hoseok x reader | 17k

strangers to lovers au, vacation au, angst, fluff, smut, oneshot

>> summary: "when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him."

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

| jungkook x reader | 40.9k

fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc, s2l, fwb, smut, angst, oneshot

>> summary: "jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return."

➺ peach parfait - by @jamaisjoons

| seokjin x reader | 19k

enemies to lovers au, fluff, smut, slight angst, two parts

>> summary: "you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts."

➺ tell me no lies - by @jeongi

| jungkook x reader | 15.1k

ceo au, criminal au, robbers au, angst, smut, minimal fluff

>> summary: "you chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him."

➺ concrete king - by @bratkook

| jungkook x reader | 16.7k

sweet summer romance, fluff, smut, himbo energy, two parts

>> summary: "when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there's no way you could ever say no to him."

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wildestdreamsblog · 4 months

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Might as well be drunk in love: 1 of 2

Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)

Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.

Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: This idea came to me when I went to the mountain and saw a love potion wine thingy being sold there. I think it's just the name of the wine, anyway! I really, really tried so hard to finish this in one post but it's already almost 8kish and we aren't even near the end sksks Happy New Year, my loves! I hope you'll like my gift for you <3

“Am I that hopeless?”

“What?” your friend asked in faux innocence, blinking her eyes owlishly at you. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, sweetie-“

You glared at her as you pointed in an exaggerated manner at the expensive pink tumbler she handed you mere seconds ago. The tumbler was too fancy, something that you wouldn’t buy for yourself and something that a certain handsome but infuriating CEO of yours was fond of carrying around.

However, what was insulting was the content of the said tumbler.

“I just gifted you that because you mentioned that it was beautiful-“

“Do you really think I’d end up alone?!”

“I don’t understand-“

“You literally just said that you put the love potion you bought in the mountains here!” you hissed lowly, keeping your eyes around the conference room as your department waited for the seven CEOs to arrive. You attempted to smile which more or less came out as a grimace at one of your colleagues who looked at you weirdly because of your mini-outburst. You weren’t exactly meek in nature, nor were you shy. However, you weren’t really keen on letting anyone overhear that your close friend bought you a love potion just because she thought you would end up alone.

That was embarrassing, even for you. So nope, you would for sure keep this under wraps.

Her brows furrowed harmlessly, although you could see a hint of smile on her lips, “You’re welcome?”

“I’m not thanking you-“

Just then, all the seven CEOs walked in the conference room, their presence commanding and silence reigned through the whole room. The first to enter was Min Yoongi. He was strolling in the room with his hands in his pocket. He was said to be the ace of the group who could smell bullshit despite it being miles away. He honestly looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here right now, though. It was the complete opposite of Jung Hoseok, also known as the sunshine of the group. He was smiling widely as he greeted the department and some employees by their names, yet you weren’t fooled by his beautiful smile. He was the strictest of them all. He was perfectionist down to the core and he was the last to forgive any mistake. The last of the hyung line to enter was the Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man you have ever seen. It was like the room literally lightened up when he stepped in, like the birds sang melodically the moment he opened his eyes. His tall form and his movement were precise as he confidently sauntered to his seat which just so happened to be beside yours. He placed his pink tumbler on the table, so eerily similar to yours sans the engraved of his name on his tumbler. The beautiful asshole didn’t even spare you a glance. Your back unconsciously straightened when the lead CEO, Kim Namjoon, locked eyes with you for a moment when he entered the room. He was said to be one of the most intelligent man in the whole country. You didn’t even doubt it one bit. He was capable, and his leadership was on another level. Should he decide to run for a political seat, you would undoubtedly vote for him. He had what it took, you thought. He was charismatic, calm and he knew when to listen.

The CEOs were dubbed by the employees to be divided by two: the Maknae and the Hyung line.

Finally, the maknae line entered. The three of them could always be found together. Park Jimin, the eldest of the line, who had one of the most beautiful smiles you ever saw. In fact, you once overheard your colleague that he interacted with her once and it left her thinking of what they really were. He was followed by Kim Taehyung and also labelled as his soulmate. He was expressionless as he entered, only cracking a smile when he turned to Jimin. You always thought that he could be a model or an actor if he wanted to. He definitely had the looks for it. Last to enter was the muscular Jeon Jungkook, also known as the golden maknae of the group. There were no contracts, mergers or acquisitions that he couldn’t convince the other party of signing. Not only was he capable of everything, but he excelled in everything. Thus, his nickname. However, despite the way he held himself during the negotiations, you observed him to be shy and highly reserved. All of a sudden, he looked up from his seat as though he could feel your eyes on him, his doe eyes curious as he took you in. He held your eyes for a moment until he blinked owlishly and looked down at his hands in curiosity.

Kim Namjoon sat in the middle, the others sitting beside him as they regarded the room with a powerful look.

“Shall we begin?” Kim Seokjin asked, his eyes focused on the slides reflecting in the projector.

Several headaches, passive aggressiveness from Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin, disappointed sighs from Jin and Yoongi, difficult revisions ‘suggested’ by Taehyung, and corrections of miniscule errors of calculations by Jungkook later, the meeting finally ended.

You were weary as you trudged out of the conference room the CEOs were still in. They dismissed the department, expecting revisions within the day after tomorrow before discussing among themselves. It was honestly not a lot of time and you could already feel the lack of sleep you and the department would further experience under their tyranny. You willed yourself not to fall asleep as you walked to your desk, your close friend who was equally tired as you sat down on her seat beside your desk.

“I’m so tired. It’s like my soul and all the happiness I was able to experience in my young life were sucked out of me,” she lamented, her head resting on her desk. “If only the pay isn’t so greaaaat. ”

You nodded at what she said, already likening the CEOs to dementors in Harry Potter. Interacting with them made you aged several years. Additionally, meetings with them made you reconsider whether you needed a roof over your head, whether you needed to eat at least twice a day, whether you needed to drink clean water-

Speaking of…this wasn’t your tumbler.

The horrifying realization made you stood up abruptly. You lifted the pink tumbler to your widening eyes, and by that name there was no denying that this wasn’t yours. Your sudden movement awoke your friend from her own misery, yet you didn’t have the time to explain. Without any further thought, you ran back to the conference room, screaming and crying about how you were definitely going to get fired.

Of course, the elevator was under maintenance.

Of course, you had to run numerous flights of stairs.

Of course, it was just your luck that you ran into your manager just when you reached their floor.

And of course, the moment you opened the door, there they were, innocently drinking from a glass, the tumbler emptied as it sat in the middle of the table.

“Don’t drink that!”

Taehyung was the first to turn to you, his dark expressionless eyes meeting yours with intense stubbornness. He kept his eyes on yours as gulped the contents wholeheartedly.

Oh heavens, no.

He put the glass down with a resounding thud which felt like a nail to your coffin. You turned to look at the other CEOs with shaky eyes and it was apparent that they definitely drank their fair share of whatever was in the tumbler. You, on the other hand, weren’t sure if it was really safe for consumption. You were going to kill your friend for her prank!

Their eyes were focused on you. You couldn’t even blame them. You shouted at them all while looking like a lunatic with your disheveled hair and huffing breaths like you did a marathon. Oh wait, yes you probably did by the amount of running you did today. They were probably thinking that you were mentally unfit for this job and oh my God you were going to lose your job.

“May we help you, Ms. Y/N?” Hoseok asked you politely, his eyes never wavering from yours which was…unusual. Despite him being the image of kindness and approachability, he never looked at his employees for longer than necessary. He was a man that possessed such discipline when it came to his time. This… was absolutely an unnecessary length of time for eye contact.

“T-that’s my drink,” you finally said after tearing your eyes from Hoseok’s. You pointedly looked at the empty pink tumbler, not minding the intense look Namjoon was giving you.

“We apologize, little one,” Namjoon broke the silence, his deep voice awakening you from your stupor. “Yours looked like hyung’s.”

Little one???

Jimin smirked before running his hand through his blonde locks. His eyes were on yours as he looked up at you. “Yours undeniably taste better, though.”

Before you could even blink, Yoongi pointed at you with a rare smile on his lips. “You looked thirsty. Would you like to go to my office and drink with me?”

Was that…an invitation?!

You felt a hand tugged your sleeve. You turned, only to find beautiful doe eyes looking up at you from his seated form. “Hi! What year were you born?”

“199x-,“ you answered absentmindedly, you eyes roaming around the room when he tugged your sleeve again for your attention.

“You’re older than me!” he gasped; his excitement palpable as he stood up. He towered over you, his grin pleasant and you thought at that moment that he looked a lot like a bunny, or a kangaroo with the way his chest muscles were bulging over his office clothes. “Then you’re my noona! I can call you ‘noona’, right? Come on, take a seat here!”

He pulled the chair closer and tapped on it eagerly.

This was wrong, you thought. Was that thing really effective?! You dreaded to think that it was and you had a certain someone to torture once you get out of this room.

You were shaking your head before he could even pull you and you watched as his expression fell. Suddenly, he looked like a child that lost his toy with the way he was pouting. And nope, you couldn’t deal with that today. You looked at the man who hadn’t spoken one bit before smiling sheepishly at him. You placed his pink tumbler in front of him.

“I apologize. I must have switched yours with mine-“

His jaw tightened as he leaned in. Heavens, he was even more handsome this close. Kim Seokjin looked up at you with his ethereal eyes before resting his chin on his hand. “I’ve been drinking yours since the meeting, my love. It’s absolutely not your fault. Mine was coffee. This-“ he lifted the empty tumbler, “-is, I presume, a juice.”

Confusion further painted on your face, “You knew? Then why did you keep on drinking-“

He shrugged his broad shoulders, “It’s…addicting.”

“O-okay, then I’ll just leave yours here-“

“Tell me, my love. Do you like your job?”

Welp, here it was. You were so going to get fired. Oh my God, how were you going to feed your cat? He had such an expensive taste!

“I-“

“Because there’s an opening in my office. Would you like to be my secretary-“

“But hyung, you already have one-“

“Shut up, Taehyung,” he hissed at the now pouting man before turning to smile at you as though he didn’t berate his co-CEO in front of you. Chaos ensued as the boys fought and bickered for who would be your direct boss as you inched closer to the door.

“I’m just gonna go,” you whispered and before you could even reach the door, Taehyung looked up at you with his sharp eyes.

“Where are you going!”

“I-I have to finish the report this week, right?”

Namjoon stood up before declaring that he would finish it for you. And when you shook your head, “I am officially moving the deadline to next month! No need to stress, my little love!”

You blinked owlishly before doing what was best for you and your sanity- you ran away.

“So, they drank it?”

“Are you even listening to me?!” you shrieked over the phone, walking back in forth in front of your cat that was now looking at you as though he wanted to be adopted by a sane person and not you. “I just told you. They all drank it. All seven of them!”

You could hear the laughter in her voice which was not helping your panic, “I thought you didn’t believe love potions?”

“I-I didn’t! You didn’t see how they were acting! It was so peculiar!”

“Well, honey, how did they act?”

“Kindly! And it’s so weird!”

She paused, her silence making your heart beat faster. “Holy shit. It’s definitely effective. I need to go back there and buy another one for myself-“

“Focus! Is there an antidote or anything?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask my grandmother that lives there. I’ll let you know, but for the meantime, hold on very tight, okay?”

“What do you mean?!”

“Uhm. She said it’s very potent? I thought she was kidding. We’ll observe them tomorrow, okay? I’ll fix this.“

You were only able to sleep for two hours last night for two reasons: your work that you accomplished at eleven in the evening, leaving you six ample hours to sleep, and second, them.

Your phone didn’t stop ringing last night. You didn’t know how they obtained your number, and you dreaded to think that they used their position to direct the Human Resources department to give your personal number (yup, they definitely did).

You were about to fall asleep when your phone wouldn’t stop, and when you opened your eyes, you wished to all that was holy that you threw away the tumbler as soon as she handed it to you. Or that you didn’t choose the sit next to Seokjin.

You wished to God that your phone wasn’t blowing up now, but it certainly was.

Kookie: Hi, noona! Welcome to the Bangtan groupchat!

You squinted your eyes as the glaring screen illuminated with several messages from them.

Jwehope: Darling, are you a sprite? Because you've got the right amount of fizz to make my heart pop!

Jiminie: That’s so corny. I, for one, think that little one is a magician.

Jiminie: Because everytime I look at her, everyone just disappears.

V: Do you want to disappear, Jimin? Because I can arrange that.

Joonie: Ms. Y/N-shi, do you have a moment? I asked because I would like to discuss something.

At that, your trepidation grew. Among five, the lead CEO definitely held a serious tone. Did they find it as weird as you did that they were paying you attention? Did they trace it to that drink? Were you now in an even bigger mess than you initially thought?

You replied tensely: Yes, I am available, Kim Daepyonim.

WWH Jin: Why are you still awake? Beauty sleep is essential, my love!

Joonie: Great! I’d like to discuss the exponential growth of my feelings for you.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Suga: You’re all so hopeless. My Y/N would never fall for that.

Suga: On the other hand, would you like some Samsung stocks?

And that was why you never got to sleep peacefully last night. You sighed as you got on the bus. You opted to leave at an earlier hour because you wanted some time to think without the noise of the world and the buzzling movement of people commuting. You could feel a headache coming, but you prayed that it wouldn’t come through.

You should have known your prayers were seldom heard.

A vacant seat on the backside of the bus greeted you, and you were only too elated to finally sit throughout your commute. Peace, finally, you thought. You had barely settled in, barely breathed a sigh of relief when the once empty chair beside you was filled in by none other than him

“Fancy running to you here!” Taehyung noted in a deep voice as though this was not part of his plan, as though he didn’t wake up at a godforsaken hour just to ‘run’ to you.

You blinked, astonished by his presence. This was the last place you expected him to be. Hell, you didn’t even sure he ever experienced riding a bus! What the fuck was he doing here? Where was now your peace?!

“You-You’re here…” you trailed off, your eyes widening in shock as your brows furrowed in disbelief. You had foolishly thought that maybe, once they slept it off, then it would slowly be flushed out of their system. Oh, how wrong could you be. “Why?”

Taehyung smirked at you, his dark eyes taking you in. His dark hair was gelled up, his suit impeccable and without any crease in sight. He was somehow manspreading and you weren’t stoic enough not to notice the way his thick thigh was touching the side of yours. “I wanted to see you.”

“You’re so…honest.”

He didn’t even look embarrassed by his honesty. It didn’t displace him; what did was the annoying pain in his heart as the hours passed by and you weren’t in his arms nor his sight. He hated it. It felt wrong!

The other boys weren’t fairing any better but oh well, to each of his own. He may or may have also drained their cars of gas so they couldn’t leave. He thought that no one needed you as much as he did.

“I surmised that you wouldn’t believe if I say I frequent this path just for the hell of it, correct?”

You nodded dumbfoundedly as speech eluded you. His candor was definitely out of this world, and he seemed to not care as he only stared right at you.

“Now,” he whispered before tucking your hair behind your ear. “Now I feel at peace. The annoying pain finally stops.”

What pain?!

Before you could even ask him to elaborate, his head leaned on your shoulder.

“Daepyonim Kim-“

“Just stay like this for a while. I didn’t get to sleep, my love,” he answered in his hoarse voice, his eyes already closed as he dozed off. You didn’t know why you let him. It absolutely was not due to the fact that you felt your heart skipped a beat when he laid his head on your shoulder. Nope.

You managed to run away from Taehyung once the two of you arrived at the company, simply by practicing your non-existent ninja moves and awkwardly slipping out of the elevator just as the doors closed, his face an image of betrayal and panic. You breathed a sigh of relief before running out of the building. You still had an hour before you were needed, you for sure wouldn’t spend it inside that establishment or you would end up crying.

You were focused on your phone as you read real life stories of love potions. The sharing of stories kept on increasingly became more serious and scarier. You had yet to find a post about antidote. You weren’t 100% set on it being real, but the way Taehyung acted today was not right.

For heaven’s sake, the man barely said any word to you for the whole year you worked in their company. He had only looked at you before, and now he was outright going to you. But maybe, the other CEOs weren’t affected?

It was a hopeful thought, and you felt yourself smile a little- which of course vanished just as quickly when you looked up from your seat in the coffee shop to see Park Jimin sitting in front of you. You didn’t even know how he moved so smoothly and quietly. He was smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. His blonde hair stood out as the sunlight hit his hair perfectly.

“Good morning, beautiful!”

“Daepyonim Park,” you gasped both at shock and well, his beauty. His smile turned wider before he tried to hide it as he sipped from his coffee cup.

“Just Jimin, little one. I presume Taehyung- the bastard who will soon be six feet underground for what he did, by the way- already went to see you?”

You nodded, “He did…”

He scrunched his nose before resting his chin on his hand as he leaned into you. His pouty lips were protruding even more as he looked over his long lashes to you. My God, this man was so charming and his movements seemed so sensual. You didn’t know what it was about him, but you finally, finally understood your coworker who had a major crush on him for years based on one interaction.

“He’s so bad, my love. Did he tell you that he drained all our cars’ gas tank at two in the morning?” he asked in a conversational manner as though it didn’t faze him. His other hand reached to yours, slowly entangling them together and giggling a little at the slight size difference. He found them perfect and cute.

God, you were so endearing, he thought to himself.

“He did what?!”

He nodded slightly, holding your hand up to inspect further before quietly taking a picture of your clasped hands. You were so out of it that you just let it be.

“What Taehyung failed to account for was the existence of taxis. He only managed to anger six men, so good luck to him today. But enough about him,” he stated before looking into your eyes. Being the sole focus of Jimin was just too much, you thought. He was bigger than life, and his inherent appeal was palpable that even girls around the coffee shop kept on stealing glances on him. “I miss you so much today that my heart and head hurt so much, yeobo. I thought that I was going to die if I don’t see you.”

Your brows furrowed in concern before pulling your hand from him and you could have sworn you heard him whimpered. You laid the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to see whether he had fever today. He felt fine, you concluded, as you looked closer to see if he looked sick.

Maybe the ‘love potion’ caused these symptoms? Taehyung did mention experiencing pain.

You managed to escape from Park Jimin when he insisted on buying you pastries, and you in turn ran to the exit like your life depended on it. And perhaps, it did because you were running late. You only had fifteen minutes and the coffee shop you went to was not fifteen-minute away from the office. You were running like a lunatic, waving at the taxi that finally took pity on you. You were about to open the door when a large and tattooed hand slammed it shut.

You looked up in anger, ready to berate the man who did such a rude gesture when you recognized who it was.

Right then and there, and despite it being barely eight in the morning, you already met the entirety of maknae line. Jeon Jungkook looked like a badass with his all-black getup, his hands wrapped in motorcycle gloves, and his hair carelessly falling around his face. Despite all that, he looked innocent with the way he grinned at you, his nose all scrunched up when he greeted you.

“I’ll give you a ride, noona. Come on,” he stated as he gestured at the black motorcycle haphazardly parked on the side. You had never ridden one, and you didn’t want to start now. On the other hand, the taxi was already driving away and you could only look at it with longing.

You decided that you could afford being late just this once instead of riding with him. You were shaking your head.

“But you’re going to be late. I’m going there, too, so it’s no bother if that’s what you’re thinking-“

“No it’s just… I like to walk during the mornings…really.”

He frowned at you as he removed his gloves, “Didn’t you read the memo about tardiness, Y/N?”

“What memo?”

He was typing rapidly on his phone, “About how there would be 50% deduction of the salary should there be any tardiness this month…didn’t you know?” he asked innocently as he finished typing, his doe eyes trained on yours. Coincidentally, the moment he pocketed his phone was the moment your phone dinged.

“I don’t think that’s legal, though. I haven’t received the memo-“

You looked down at your phone, and there it was, an email about that. How could it only reach you now?!

You looked up in panic, and he looked at you with a hint of satisfaction before covering it with an innocent smile. “Shall we? I promise I don’t bite.” Yet.

He drove like a lunatic and you thought that you would really rather be late than experience a thrill such as this. Of course, it was only natural that you didn’t want to put your arms around him. You technically didn’t know him at a personal level and Jungkook did know that.

So, of course, like the intelligent man that he was, he only did the thing that made sense. He sped up, and he chuckled as your adorable screams reached his ears. Your equally lovely arms were now wrapped around him as they should always be and for once since yesterday, the ache in his heart eased. He felt at peace.

He giggled when you finally realized that this was not the path to the office, but in his mind, his other hyungs already got to spend time with you. Shouldn’t he too?

Jungkook helped you get off his bike, his eyes closely watching your expressions as you took the scenery around you. It was quiet despite the busy world below. The overlooking garden he brought you to was enchanting and it remained untouched by the quick-pacing world below. Jungkook couldn’t help but mirror your smile.

“It’s even more beautiful at night, noona. I come here when things get quite overwhelming.”

You turned to him as the two of you sat down. He had laid his leather jacket for you to sat on, a true gentleman you would think if only you weren’t aware that he drank the potion. “The golden maknae gets overwhelmed, too?”

He scrunched his nose at you before softly pinching your nose, “Of course, I do. I’m only human. I was trained when I was only thirteen…it gets too much sometimes. But it’s okay. I like it, and I like the hyungs, too. That’s why I cannot get mad at Tae.”

“He didn’t just empty the gas tank, but he also hid the keys. For added measure, he deflated my tire. He only did that to me. Should I be mad, little one?” he asked with the perpetual charming and shy smile on his face. “Ahh, but I cannot stay mad at him. I do understand him.”

“You do?”

He nodded eagerly, “I would have done the same thing if only he didn’t do it first. You do make us crazy, little one. Why is that?”

It was an eventful morning, and you weren’t foolish enough to think that the rest of your day would be any different. You friend was still yet to be found as she was preoccupied with researching for further information about that potion, which she should have done before giving it to you!

You sighed for the million time as you stared at your food. You were sitting alone in the company’s cafeteria as you were eating your late lunch. The workload was just too much today despite Kim Namjoon’s departmentwide directive that the revision would be presented the following month. Your superiors did find it peculiar and thought that the head CEO was simply playing with them and that he would cruelly demand the output the next day. See, even his reputation preceded him, you thought. It wasn’t in his nature to be lenient when it came to deadlines.

The sudden gentle thud of food a lunch box made you jumped from your seat, your eyes widening as you saw that it was none other than the eldest of the CEOs, Kim Seokjin. Disbelief held you captive. It was an unexpected sight – the CEO, whose tailored suits and polished demeanor spoke of boardroom authority, now standing before you with a container of something that smelled absolutely delicious.

He smiled at you as he took the empty seat in front of you. He busied himself with laying and opening the numerous food containers in front of you. Your eyes widened at all the homecooked meals in front of you.

“I got up at four in the morning to prepare all these. I still don’t know what your favorites are, but we’ll figure it out as we go, right?” he asked, busying himself with putting food on your plate. “Always eat on time, little one. It’s bad to skip meals.”

“W-why did you cook all these?”

He blinked owlishly at your question; surprise written on his face. “Well, my love, I couldn’t sleep and I felt this stabbing pain by the mere thought that you weren’t eating enough.”

“You don’t have to do that-“

“So from now on, I decided that I’ll always cook for you,” he declared strongly before lifting his chopsticks with vegetables to your mouth. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you.

How could you forget that you were in the company?! Your head turned, looking at the employees who were all watching your interaction with the unobtainable CEO. They were whispering and you knew by the end of the hour, everyone in the company would know of this. How could you live once they had the antidote? You could already hear the rumors about how you were just for their entertainment once they tossed you aside.

You were about to stand up when Seokjin gently gripped your chin. He turned you to him, his beautiful eyes willing you to listen to him. “Don’t mind them, little love. Pay attention to me only. Nothing and no one matter outside us, okay?”

It wasn’t okay because none of this was real. On the other hand, the meal tasted heavenly…

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If they weren’t going to get sick, you definitely would. You felt like you would collapse any moment.

The amount of stress was taking a toll on you. You felt like you needed to be on your guard, lest another CEO would ambush you. You were just human! And they all looked like they stepped out of a photoshoot, or that they were ethereal beings that decided to go down on the mortal realms. The way they were showering you with attention and declaring their attraction to you and the way they said that not being with you felt like a stabbing pain in their hearts were all getting to you, damn it!

You were just a girl.

And once this all ended, you were dreading to think of what would be left of you now that you saw them on a closer and more personal level. You wanted to think that this couldn’t get any worse, but it did as you read the most elusive of the CEOs’ email to you.

Hi, my little one,

I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to request your presence at a meeting in my office to discuss my growing feelings for you today at 2:00 pm. Your insights and expertise on this matter would be highly valuable to the discussion, and I believe your input will contribute significantly to our objectives of being together forever and ever.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and I look forward to our discussion.

Best regards,

CEO Min Yoongi

He had this faraway look on his face when you were led by his secretary in his office. His hands were in his pocket as he looked at the bustling city from his floor to ceiling window. His black long hair was sleeked back, revealing his stoic face. The dark suit he was wearing did nothing but compliment his form. You had never noticed how broad his shoulders were until now.

He looked like he was not paying attention, yet he turned around the moment that the door closed behind you. Min Yoongi looked at you for a moment too long that you started to shift uncomfortably. His attention was just too much, and you couldn’t act like you were no longer affected by any of it.

And from the looks of it, the moment you blushed was the exact moment his face softened. He gestured for you to take the seat in front of his desk. He mirrored your movement, now sitting on his expensive swivel chair. He clasped his hands and rested them on the mahogany table.

“Daepyonim Min-“

He held his finger up, asking for your silence before spilling what you thought to be both outrageous and the most beautiful and heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to you in this life. “You’re beautiful, and not just in the way that you look. No. You’re beautiful in the way that the sun finally shines after a month of storms; you’re beautiful in the way that the waves keep on going back to the shore even after they were pushed away in the desire to kiss the sand; you’re beautiful in the way that flowers bloom after the unforgiving winter coldness. And that is why I’m giving you Samsung stocks.”

Confusion settled over you like a fog. You had almost melted from what felt like a poetry when he once again brought up his stocks idea from last night.

“I-I really don’t need Samsung stocks, Daepyonim Min…”

He looked aghast at your statement, before reaching over the table and holding your hand in his particularly large ones. “Call me Yoongi, my love. Or better yet, call me your other half,” he implored you and he only let go when you nodded in confusion.

“Also, nonsense! Everyone needs that stock, little one. Besides, nothing speaks more about my love for you than giving you all my Samsung stocks. And above and beyond, it filled me with this immense pain knowing that you’re just out there not owning any of their stocks. I couldn’t breathe with the mere thought of you going without.”

“Excuse me?”

And with a stoic face, he said, “Congratulations, little one. You’re now a millionaire."

At six in the evening, the head CEO finally made an appearance. You did find it peculiar that you had a fairly quiet afternoon after meeting with Yoongi. Your brows were pinched together as you were lost in thought when the elevator opened, revealing the head CEO. He had yet to notice you, his large and imposing form leaning against the side of the elevator. His eyes were close. You noticed that his white sleeves were already folded, his tie already loosened as his black suit laid on his thick forearms.

Kim Namjoon was the image of weariness, and you thought he looked quite pale. Your growing concern for him was what made you stepped inside the lift rather than running away yet again. The sound of your heels as you stepped in was the only sound in the elevator. You pressed for the ground floor and you saw that the floor for basement three was already pressed. Perhaps, the head CEO was going home now. Now that you were standing almost next to him, you only further affirmed how small you were next to him. He was already larger than life, and the way he always held himself exuded confidence made him more striking…and manly in your eyes.

The ride was fairly quiet, and through it all, he had his eyes closed. You kept on stealing glances, thinking that maybe among the other CEOs, he took in the least amount of potion. You felt lighter with that thought. At least you only had five men you needed to find the antidote for. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen the sunshine of the group, Jung Hoseok yet.

The elevator dinged, signifying your floor. You had taken merely a step when you felt a large hand completely encircling your wrist, effectively stopping you from leaving. You automatically turned, startled to find him with his eyes trained on you. He looked way too alert for someone who had his eyes closed for the past minute. You gasped when he pulled you closer to him as he pressed the close button.

“Daepyonim Kim,” you called him as you craned your neck to look at his draconic eyes.

“Leaving so soon?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a subtle mix of amusement and curiosity.

You hesitated, the words tumbling out of your mouth as he caught you off guard. “I... uh, yes. I was heading to the lobby. I’m about to leave for the night," you stammered, attempting to regain composure.

A playful smile curved his lips as he completely blocked the exit. leaned against the elevator frame, effectively blocking your exit, which sounded successful as the door closed. “I missed you,” he breathed as he took you in, his thumb gently running over the inside of your wrist as though touching you brought him immense comfort. “A lot. It was hell without seeing you the whole day.”

You blinked owlishly and you wanted nothing but to hide your face from the intensity of his gaze, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he smiled so gently at you, the dents on his cheeks making an appearance which made him more charismatic that you couldn’t say no when he told you that he would take you home.

But he didn’t exactly say which home because you ended up in what turned out to be the CEOs’ huge ass mansion. Your eyes roamed around the mansion, the high ceilings and the fancy marble flooring all screamed wealth that you didn’t even dare of dreaming to have. He confidently led you to what appeared to be a grand dining room. The room bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. The delicate flames danced gracefully, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across the table. The air carried the subtle fragrance of the candles, a mix of vanilla and subtle hints of lavender.

The dining table was adorned with crisp, white linen, and the flickering candles were nestled in elegant holders, their glow reflecting off polished silverware and crystal glasses. Each flame seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle melody playing in the background, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped the space.

He pulled a chair for you, and instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you. He chuckled lowly when he caught your questioning eyes, “I have been apart from you for so long today, little one. I need this to feel alive.”

You straightened up in vigilance that the other CEOs would show up. “Are the others here, too?”

He looked at you like you said something funny. The chef he hired today gently laid all the dishes he made, explaining about each dish before wishing the two of you an enjoyable night. Namjoon told you that he wouldn’t feed you any of the food he made unless he enrolled himself in a culinary school first, hence the chef. He waited for the chef to leave before turning his full attention to you.

“I shipped them off to Antartica.”

“You what?!”

“I simply said we were flying to Japan for a quick meeting. They believed. I lied. End of. So anyway, how many children do you think we should have?”

My God, you wanted so bad to lay on your bed and sleep the whole night. You though about filing for sick leave tomorrow, you were long overdue for a leave, anyway. Kim Namjoon was kind enough to drop you off. However, it was only after you promised him that you would talk about possible schools for your future children that he let you go.

On the other hand, your friend finally called and you were sorely disappointed to know more about what she gathered today. Her grandmother had to ask the other folks that lived in the mountain about your situation and it somehow appalled you that you weren’t the first to experience this.

It was, at the same time, sad to see people resort to this from loneliness.

Was an artificial, forced love and companionship better than being alone?

There were both an instant and quite a long-term effect of the potion, she said. The instant was mostly upon ingesting the liquid. Once they locked eyes with the owner of the potion which so happened to be you since she technically gifted it to you, then the immense attraction would start. You thought that this explained why the seven of them all acted that way in the conference room.

The long-term effects were what caused you to groan all the way up to your apartment. And right then and there, you saw what the long-term effects were. As you trudged up to your apartment, you felt the exhaustion to your very bones. You were looking forward to a hot shower in an effort to wash away the problems that stemmed from a simple prank when you saw who was leaning against your front door.

The last of the CEO, Jung Hoseok, was leaning against the door, his head bowed down as he clutched his heart. He looked like he was in unfathomable pain, his lips almost the shade of white. And your friend’s words echoed in your mind.

‘Prolonged non-contact with the object of their desires will cause them to be physically ill.’

You hurried up to him, holding his shoulders as you looked at him. You were crouched down in front of him, peeking up at his pained face.

“S-sir, are you okay?”

His chest tightened, his face contorted, a mask of agony etched with lines of distress. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the intense effort to draw in even the smallest amount of air. The hallway fell silent, save for the raspy, labored breaths that escaped him.

‘They may try to fight the unexplainable feelings they have, and this will only cause them harm. In fact, if they go without you for a long period of time, their body will suffer for a long time.’

“Hoseok? Can you hear me? I’ll call for help, okay?” you tried to make yourself sound calm for his sake, but seeing him struggling, desperate to gasp for air was making you panic. Your negligence did this, you thought. You should have made sure that you were holding the right tumbler that day.

You were about to turn to call for help when you felt a hand pulled you closer, and before you knew it, he had his arms around you. He was still breathing hard, but you noticed that the shallow breathings were farther and apart as though he could finally breath. The moment you touched him, the moment you looked into his eyes was the exact moment that a wave of relief swept over him as the oppressive grip on his chest began to loosen. The moment that you called his name was the moment that the torment that had shackled his every breath gradually lifted, replaced by the sweet release of a deep, calming respiration.

“Don’t leave me.”

‘However, every interaction with you would only make their attraction grow further.’

You placed a glass of water in front of the man who now looked perfectly fine as though he wasn’t fighting for his very life outside your apartment. He was offering you reassuring smiles as he gently watched you. He was surrounded by sacks of expensive cat food, toys, and vitamins. And of course, your cat was only too happy with them, evident by the excessive purring he was emitting as he climbed on the CEO’s lap.

“I did hear that you have an adorable son int the form of a cat,” he started as he petted your spoiled cat. “As his future daddy, I would like to provide for him as early as now.”

You didn’t pay attention to whatever he was saying, and instead, you sat next to him to see if he was really fine. The paleness was now exchanged by a healthy look on skin. It was as though that didn’t happen.

“Hoseok, listen…the reason that you are all acting this way to me, the girl you didn’t even notice before this, was because-“

“Because of that drink, right?” he interrupted you, wearing a soft smile that conveyed he harbored no anger.

“Y-you know…”

He nodded before tilting his head, “I do. It’s weird, as you said. The thing is, all of us suspects the same thing. You, little one, only confirmed it.”

“I didn’t mean for any of these to happen-“

The soft look he had was now dropped, revealing the strict CEO that everyone knew him to be. “Regardless, little one. You need to take responsibility over your actions.”

“H-how?”

“You’re going to live with us until all of this fades. You’re going to take responsibility over us, my love.”

Part 2

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hellbornsworld · 3 months

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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION (10) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧

💚 Banter | Superhero!Jungkook X Supervillain!Reader | OneShot | @littlemisskookie

💚 Send Me a Pic | Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @74jeon

💚 new beginnings | Ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc | OneShot | @nochukoo97

💚 LOVE ON ICE | Jungkook × reader | OneShot | @btsbrat

💚 heajix | jungkook/reader | alien!au | OneShot | @httpjeon

💚 Our Time | Detective!Jk x Graphic Designer!OC | OneShot | @taestefully-in-luv

💚 please please PLEASE! | JK X Reader | Drabble | @aajjks

💚 domestic daydreams | influencer jungkook x f. reader | OneShot | @euphoricfilter

💚 the right choice | college student! jk x college student! oc | OneShot | @honeytae

💚 Eye-Opener | Jungkook x Reader | Series | @taeshobipop

💚 paid in full | StepBrother!JK X Reader | Series | @trivia-yandere

💚 white lies | athlete!jungkook x reader | OneShot | @noteguk

💚 Secret Slut | Personal Assistant!Jungkook x CEO!Reader | TwoShot | @jeonsweetpea

💚 Marked Kisses | Yandere!JK X Reader | Series | @74jeon

💚 tis the damn season’ | jungkook x reader | @jqngkooz

💚 WELCOME TO THE HEARTBREAK SHOW | kind-of-tsundere!jungkook x female!reader | OneShot | @numinousher

💚 Home for the Holidays | idol!Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @writemywaytoyourheart

💚 closer | dongsaeng jungkook × noona reader | OneShot | @blublublujk

💚 Everything In You | Jungkook x f. Reader | OneShot | @jjungkookislife

💚 pent up stress | husband!jungkook x wife!reader | OneShot | @rrjkive

💚 How to Get a Guy. | Jungkook x Reader | TwoShot | @taeshobipop

💚 Chasing Shadows | Jungkook x f.Reader | OneShot | @colormepurplex2

💚 PROPOSALS | Jeongguk x reader | OneShot | @pjxmin

💚 Something Wicked This Way Comes | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @softyoongiionly

💚 La Belle et la Bête | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @chaoticpuff17

💚 I Don't Share | Idol!Jeon Jungkook x Back up Dancer!fem reader | OneShot | @atinystraynstay

💚 holi-blaze | dealer!jeon jungkook x (f)reader | Series | @darklingjeon

💚 desperation | jungkook x reader | OneShot | @jungkwok

💚 Workaholic | ceo!jungkook x wife!reader | TwoShot | @kookxmira

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vinetae · 1 year

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Baby, Baby

Genre: angst, Fluff, 16+

Warnings: Jimin begging for a baby. Mentions of rape stuff. Virgin!Reader. Reader is waiting until marriage. Jimin having baby fever. This doesn't go how you think it does, folks..

Summary: After returning from your mission trip, you and Jimin finally settle back down into his apartment. What you hadn't known, is that he was wanting to add a certain something to this relationship.

A/n: had this idea. Thought about it. Wanted to write it. Don't think about the logic of it, k? This is just fiction anyways.

Your butt sat on the edge of the couch, hand reaching atop Jimin's as you continue. "Jimin.. I just don't think our lives could handle a baby right now."

His head lowers, hand squeezing yours in return. "But- I'm really good with kids, Y/n! And we're not struggling financially and we just got back from the mission trip I think-"

You cut him off. "Jimin, I told you were going to wait until marriage to have sex." He shakes his head.

"Yes, you said sex. But this wouldn't be sex. It would be a baby." You chuckle,rolling your eyes back playfully.

"Where do you think babies come from!"

A smirk tugs his lips, teasing you. "By the stork, of course."

Your body falls back into the couch, snuggling up with it's comforting hug. Jimin joins you, pulling himself between your legs as he's faced down on his stomach. Chin resting on your belly for comfort. You'd been quite close for stuff like this, even I'd you hadn't had sex yet.

Youd decided a long time ago that abstinence had been the best birth control. The idea of having a baby the size of a grapefruit and bigger, pushed out and through your vagina had your legs clenching in fear. Not only that - you were terrified of throwing up. No, really. You hated it. Cried ever since you were little. You did everything you could to not have to throw up. So morning sickness? You don't take your chances.

You and jimin had been together for almost three years. You knew almost everything about one another, and then some. You'd grown so close, that you barely needed to speak sometimes. Just sharing an intense bond that no one else had. Like dancing gracefully to your favorite slow song, you and him were one.

Your hand comes down to tug gently at his recently dyed roots, a smile pressing your lips. His eyes drooped, pain fully expressed while his lips curled into a small pout.

"They have ways that you don't have to ever have sex, baby. Hell, i could just give you my sperm and- you know, there are lots of AMRYs that would gladly have my babies!"

That's it.

You stand up, arms flailing in the air. "Oh. They do?? Well why don't you just go and knock them up, huh! Fuck you and your baby fever, Jimin!"

His hand reaches out before you're able to walk away, pulling you back into his arms.

"No.. Y/n I'm so sorry I don't- I don't know what I was thinking.. please, sweetheart. I only want babies with you." His lips find the sweet spot along your neck, making you shudder. Pushing him away, you stand back up.

"Jimin, that's enough. No baby, and that's final."

ah, mother nature. A great sign that you had indeed escaped another month of a possible new family member. Well, not that it would've happened anyways. Jimin had backed off the subject over these few weeks. It made you feel a little bad for being so harsh with him. But he's not the one who'd be doing the birthing, the puking, the carrying, everything basically.

"Hey, Jimin could you bring me a tampon?" Hid body lightly stands, arms reaching up to pop his back before walking to the bathroom.

"Where are they?"

You shuffle around, pulling the soaked panties down your legs to kick them off. "I bought a new pack. They should be on the kitchen counter!"

He nods, walking into the kitchen for a few seconds. After some minutes pass by, he exclaims. "Found them!"

Shouldnt have taken him that lon-

"Ah, thank you-" he hands you one tampon.

Not just one tapon, no no.

One that was already opened.

Your eyebrow raises. "Jimin, did you open this?"

He nods, humming. "Mhm. I thought it'd be easier."

Something felt off about this.

Your hand slowly reaches out towards the little stick, taking it by the plastic peice. Then, you see it. A small drop of white substance blended with the tip. If you hadn't had your contacts in, you sure would've missed it. Your hand releases it quickly, as it drops to the floor.

"Jimin- did you CUM on my tampon!?"

How. How. The HELL.

You both sat on the beds edge. A silence prowling the room slowly, consuming every little sound until there had been nothing but an empty void of discussions you didn't want to have.

Tour bodies sat a foot apart from one another, both teetering on the edge. His knee bounces rapidly, as you try and contemplate what just happened.

He came on your tampon. He tried to get your pregnant, without your consent. HE CAME ON YOUR TAMPO-

"Y/n.." His voice had been just a bit higher in volume than a little door mouse. Shoulders slouched, as a frame of guilt trails his features. His hand reaches over to yours, but you pull away.

You couldn't think right now. You couldn't believe what he tried to do. What else had he done???

Your mind swarms with ever scenario he had been in with you. Handing you a pair of underwear after showering. Wearing HIS boxer briefs for comfort. Had he cum in those too?? What else had be been hiding from you?

"Y/n.. I'm sorry.."

Your head cranes, an ironic chuckle rolling past your lips. You didn't know how to feel. Angry? Scared? Horny?-

Wait.. where'd horny come from?

"W..Why would you do that, Jimin? When you know I told you specifically-"

"I know, I know.. it's just- maybe if you had no other choice-"

You stand abruptly. "No other choice?! Sounds awfully rape-y of you, Jimin." Your arms cross your chest, huffing in annoyance.

Jimin looks up, as you see stained tears fall down his cheeks. You immidiently bend at the knees, coming to cup both sides of his face. Voice a lot softer and nurturing. His hand tries to grab yours in comfort.

"I-I don't know why I did it, Y/n.. I just saw you with all those kids an-and.."

He couldn't even finish his sentence. His chest felt tight and sore, his throat dry, as he sniffs. Your arms come to wrap around his shoulders, sitting in his lap gently. Holding him as you sway the two of your side to side.

"Baby, it's okay.. I forgive you, Jimin. But please-"

His head looks up to meet your eyes. A somber twang pains your heart, as you say the words.

"Next time, repsect my decision. Please."

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Hurt me to write it too, I know.

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muniimyg · 1 year

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16 | home pt 2

series m.list

warnings: ohhh.... here we are <: slight angst (jimin + oc try to communicate) / preparing for goodbye, sloppy sex?... lol <3 stay safe friends,,wrap it before u tap it yk ! dirty talk, praise kink, blowjob, some breast play, etc.

The grad party wasn’t planned by you two.

If it was planned by you two, it wouldn’t be this boring. It’s rather anticlimactic. Sure, good music and food is around but something is missing… Scandal? A photobooth? You can’t quite put your finger on it.

Everyone is here, wishing all the grads the best yet to come. Jimin can’t keep his eyes off of you the entire night as people wish your plans well.

You were going soon.

Too soon.

He had forgotten.

How could he remember and keep in mind such a bittersweet thing when your smile and everything else about you occupied his mind? He’s not fond of goodbyes and what makes this so much worse is that he’s fond of you.

How is he supposed to let you go?

It’s difficult.

He doesn’t even know if he has the right to ask you to stay or if he should even allow himself to sulk. He has feelings for you, yes. Finally, he had come to terms with his chest pains and jealousy. You, on the other hand, have not said much. Between you two, it’s an unspoken aura of caring for one another. It’s the unspoken moments of falling in love and not knowing or wanting to face the days after. All Jimin knows is that you are heading home and in the short time you two have been together, he realizes why it sucks so much.

His home isn’t here.

Home is wherever you go, whatever you are, and whatever you will be.

There isn’t much to it.

Jimin is a smart man and everything in his life was good up until you. When you came, everything was suddenly better. In the midst of his anger and confusion with you—usually, when you two were competing—he had finally solved the biggest equation of his life. It didn’t require a grand gesture or fluffy words. Instead, it was the moments he got with you that had convinced him, yes.

This.

I want this, with you, forever.

Waking up to you, studying side by side, brewing coffee at 2AM together, and even arguing—he lives for these moments with you.

There’s not much to it when it comes to you.

You are the easiest thing he has ever come to find. In a sense, it didn’t make much. How could you love someone that you once hated? Perhaps the only thing that did make sense is this: you are the one that sees his worst parts and still want him. Beneath the humour, the jealousy, and the challenge; you still want him. Something about that has him wrapped around your finger because he feels the exact same way towards you.

He musters all the courage he has and pins the tightness in his chest. As he excuses himself from his group, he meets you in the middle of the crowd. Standing in front of him, you raise your hand and offer a shy wave. He melts at the sight of you.

“Dance with me.”

Before you can answer, Jimin tugs you close and smiles at you warmly. His lips curve so sweetly, it almost makes you forget that people are watching… Not like it mattered as much as it did before, but it still made your tummy turn. “I can’t dance,” you tell him nervously. You feel even more nervous as you witness his sweet smile turn into a smirk.

“Good thing I can,” Jimin says ever so proudly. He then places his hands on your waist and begins to sway you back and forth. You huff at him and he laughs heartily—just enough for you to let a little bit of your guard down. It’s funny how something so sweet can make you feel irritated. Without much thought, you hit his chest with your fist. It only makes him laugh even more.

“Finally found something you’re not good at,” he brags, taking the hit. “We should dance together more often.”

“In your dreams—w-wait!“

He spins you.

Your eyes widen at the sudden change of movement. When you face him again, he grins before dipping you low. Just like the spin, there’s no warning. His hands help you come back up and your mind runs out of things to say. Your heart, however, feels so much.

“You’re pretty.”

“What?” you scoff at his sudden confession. Jimin is complex with praise. Some days, he’s stingy—trying to save and keep his pride. On other days, he overflows. Unable to contain himself when it comes to you, more often than not, he lets secrets slip out like they were meant to be exposed.

“You’re like… really pretty,” Jimin says it like the room isn’t filled with your entire grad class and Uni administrators. He says it loudly and almost like he’s showing you off, yet it doesn’t sound cocky at all. He says it confidently as if he’s so sure about this.. As if he’s so sure about you.

“Of course you think that,” you roll your eyes. “You’ve seen me naked—“

“Prettier when you keep your mouth shut though.”

You glare at him. Even when you’re trying to make a point and he interrupts you, you cave. Your glare intensifies when you suddenly feel his hand lower and grope your ass. He gives you a cheeky look and you roll your eyes at him for the second time.

“Your hands are cold,” you complain, pushing away from him.

He looks at you cutely before making a suggestion, “then let me put them in your—“

You cover his mouth before he can say anymore. He wiggles his eyebrows and you groan the moment you feel him lick your hand.

He’s insufferable!

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you attempt to hold your laughter in. “Let’s get out of here before you act up even more.”

Before he can protest, you turn and lead the way. He lets you take charge. He follows you through the crowd, eyeing his fingers that linger near yours. Jimin wonders if he could just wrap his hands around yours right now and tug you in another direction—would you follow? Would you hate him even more? … Or would you like it? His head begins to spin when you turn the corner and grab his hand, tugging him to keep up.

As you hold his hand, Jimin just knows he’ll be struggling to let you go.

He’s fucked.

You’re on your knees.

Something Jimin never expected to see. You’ve only really fucked each other and moved on to the next round, and foreplay has always been about you… But tonight, it’s about him. It’s about his pouty lips that you bite, the cheeks you can’t stop kissing, and his shaky breath as you pull his boxers down and pump his length.

“So pretty,” you compliment. It makes him blush and Jimin struggles to keep his cool. “So big, so thick, so perfect… Ahh, so—” you lick his tip, “sooo yummy.”

Jimin’s back is against your bedroom door. You two couldn’t even make the next 3 feet to your bed because… Well, this.

“Don’t do that,” he cries. “Makes me want to do bad things.”

You shrug, placing chaste kisses along his length. “Aren’t we doing bad things right now?”

His breath hitches.

“I’ve never done this before,” you confess, looking at him with soft eyes. “How am I supposed to—”

“Just suck it,” he instructs. “Try to keep your teeth away and breathe through your nose. You can take in as much as you want and gradually—f-fuckk!”

You wrap your lips around his cock, going back and forth in a slow and steady pace. You suck him more towards the end as you try to focus and take more of him. Breathing through your nose is a good tip, you’ll give him that. But in all honesty, it didn’t matter if you were good at sucking his dick or not—it was you.

He could nut any moment.

After a few sucks, you pull away and catch your breath. Hastily, you take his hand and place them at the back of your head. Jimin grips your hair.

“You do it. Show me how,” you insist. Jimin gulps, watching you take his length and hit your lips with it. You stick your tongue out to which you get his cock to tap on. Soon, you put his cock back into your mouth entirely. He takes a deep breath before he begins to guide you.

It continues on like this for a while. You gag a bit in between and it causes him to pause and pull your head away. He asks if you’re okay and you reply with slipping his dick back inside your mouth. He can’t help but feel like he’s stuck in a dilemma.

He wants you to feel comfortable and not to struggle… But he also can’t stop now. He loves the way that your lips wrap around him. He loves how you take him and how warm your mouth is. It’s everything he’s ever dreamed of.

“O-ohh my god,” he shivers, as you suck and moan. “I’m going to cum..”

It’s true.

It didn’t take much for you to get him to this state. His head goes light, his shoulders feel tight, and his heart gets all fuzzy. Soon enough, he spills himself and lets go of your hair. You stay there, letting him empty himself in your mouth.

“Arghhh!” he spits, “fucking shit!”

When his squirts of cum finish, you pull away and wipe your lips with the back of your hand. Swallowing his cum, you smile at him sweetly.

“Was that okay?”

Jimin’s eyes almost fall out of his head. “Are you kidding me?”

You giggle as he picks you up from the ground and throws you to your bed. There, you crawl and get on your back. He makes his way over to you, throwing his shirt over his head and across the room. Now, he’s fully naked and you’re still in your tight dress.

Plopping on your elbows, you watch him moves in between your legs. He doesn’t waste time as he pulls your underwear down and tosses them aside. Biting your lip, you then spread your legs and he pushes your dress to your stomach, exposing your very wet pussy. He looks at your folds and begins to salivate as if he’s never seen you bare before. Without much thought, he lazily pumps himself and moans at the sight of you. He leans over and pulls the top part of your dress down to your stomach as well. Now that your dress is all scrunched up, he takes his time to look at your perfect body. You used to be shy and this used to take so much time.. Now you two are in sync and it just feels so easy.

Not to mention this is his favourite view. He’s never seen anything so lovely.

Jimin caresses you breast with his hands, gently pinching and tugging your nipples. He loves the way they harden with his touch. It makes him feel like your body is reacting to him. He then cups your breasts, circling them around to watch them move before he slaps them. God, was he in love with every inch of your body. Every curve, every scar, every small detail about you made him fold.

You.

You’re his favourite thing.

He pants and you giggle, already used to the sensational feeling between your legs whenever he’s around.

“Thank you for sucking my cock, yams,” he says in a husky tone. “Was that my grad present?”

You smile at him while shaking your head. “Shouldn’t you be giving me a grad present? I am valedictorian after all—”

“Don’t put me in a bad mood.”

You shift and lean in to kiss him. “My bad,” you kiss his lips. He kisses back shortly. “Sorry, handsome.”

He pauses.

You’ve never called him that before. It sounded a little awkward but wow did it make his heart flip. Jimin blushes and you take note. “Sorry I didn’t do much.. I don’t really know how all of this works.”

Your lack of experience was never an issue. If anything, it’s what excited Jimin even more. He liked knowing that you were clueless. It made competing with you less threatening.

“I loved it,” he confesses. “Never apologize for shit like that, by the way.”

“So bossy.”

“Just how you like it.”

You two share a smile before you lay back down. Jimin groans as you spread your legs even further and run your fingers through your folds to warm him. He moves your hands away and replaces it with his fingers.

“Good job, yams. I can take it from here,” Jimin promises, placing a kiss on your collarbone.

Jimin then rubs circles around your clit, making your toes curl. He’s so good at this. He always knows how to tease and get you started. Tonight, you feel impatient. Usually you two mess around for a while but you can’t explain why right now you just need him.

“S-stop,” you stutter. “Just put it in. Fuck me already.”

He huffs, putting his hands up in surrender. “Attitude.”

“Please,” you correct yourself.

He kisses you. You chase his lips as he pulls away. “Whatever you want, yams.” Jimin promises, sealing it with one last kiss.

Jimin then intertwines his fingers with yours as he slips himself inside of you. He begins to thrust in and out, slow and full. You feel him fill you up to the rim, his balls slapping against your heat. God, you love this feeling. You love him on top of you so much, just thinking about it makes you throb.

He can feel it too.

He feels your insides tighten and watches your stomach clench. It turns him on even more. He gets harder as he continues to fuck you. Without saying anything, he lets go on your hands and digs them under your back. He tosses you around, his dick falling out for a split moment. The emptiness makes you groan.

“What are you doing—”

He keeps you on your side and lays right behind you. His one hand is underneath and stretches to your breast as the other wraps around your leg. You feel him place kisses on your neck and with his hot breath, he whispers, “put it in.”

You gasp. You love this position. Why haven’t you two done this before?

You reach over and feel his cock. Your heart begins to race as you bring him to your pussy. You love how it feels against your heat. So bold, so velvety, and so fucking hard.

When he feels your entrance, he pushes himself in. You moan at the satisfaction and can’t help but rub yourself as he fucks you.

“God, I love this! You feel so good, Jimin. You’re sooo good to me. You’re so fucking good! You fill me up so much, I can’t think straight—arghh,” you chant, “my good boy.”

Jimin’s dick twitches inside of you. You can’t help but squirm. He hisses at your reaction.

“Good boy?” he mutters, “thank you, yams.”

“Fuck me like a good boy—nghhh!”

He pumps himself in and out of you.

Harder.

Faster.

Better.

It’s like something inside him switched.

“You like that? Am I good for you? Do I make you feel good?” Jimin asks, fucking you with all his might. “Whose. A. Good. Boy?”

“Y-you! You are! You’re so fucking perfect, Jimin.”

That’s it.

That’s all it takes.

He fucks you so good, you’re beginning to sob. Your legs are shaking as he continues to hold them up. Jimin is squeezing your breasts, going back and forth with both and slapping them occasionally. At this point, you turn your face and catch a glimpse of him. He’s sweating and his mouth is slightly open ajar.

“Don’t look at me,” he growls. “Look at your fucking pussy being fucked by my thick cock right now,” Jimin instructs. “Look and study how well I fuck you.”

You listen.

You turn you attention to the way his cock goes in and out of you. Your folds slightly dragging against his thick length and how wet and sloppy the thrusts are turning to be. “I’m close,” you whimper, throwing your head back and kissing his neck rather sloppily. “I’m gonna cum, Jimin!”

You can’t even fathom anything right now. Everything feels like it’s on it’s climax and you’re standing on the edge. Everything feels too fucking good it aches.

“Kiss me,” you cry, “kiss me, please.”

You take his hand off your breast and bring them to your face. He lets his other hand go of your leg and cups your cheeks with both his hands. He brings his lips to you and kisses you hungrily. You love it. You love how he kisses you—how full his lips are and how he sucks the tip of your tongue every chance he gets. How is he so good at this? He kisses you and your breath is literally being taken away. All the while he drills into you faster and faster. You moan, you squirm, you sink into the kiss and let him fuck you so good that you—

“Fuck,” he pants as he takes himself out and spreads your folds to see your creampie. “That was so fucking good, yams. You look so good. Can I take a picture?”

Your mind draws a blank but you manage to nod. He gets up speedily and finds his phone somewhere. He kneels between your legs and opens them up, spreading your fold with his fingers. He snaps a few pictures before turning on a video. He moves his phone closer to your pussy and records your cum ooze out.

Happily, he saves the video and puts his phone aside. Jimin crawls on top of you and smiles cheekily. He kisses your forehead, bringing you back to earth. You smile at him softly and pucker up your lips for another one. Gladly, he leans in.

Smiling into the kiss, he asks, “round 2?”

You’re so fucked.

The morning after has never been awkward between you two. The aftercare is honestly pretty good too.

However, given the congested feelings between you two; it was different today. Today, the sun shines through your kitchen windows and you struggle to keep your eyes open. Meanwhile, Jimin is completely awake. So fucking ready to say and get this over with.

“I don’t want you to go,” Jimin confesses out of nowhere.

“I’m literally sitting here.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“This is my place so I think if anyone has to leave it’s you.”

“Yams,” he warns.

“Jimin,” you mimic, poking your tongue out at him. “Let’s not talk about it. It’s next months problem.”

“It’s a now problem.”

“Do you have to argue with everything I—“

“This is about us, yams. I’m trying to make us work.” Jimin growls, unamused by your lack of seriousness.

You stay silent.

What crawled up his ass this morning?

You two are sitting across one another, sipping coffee and spreading jam over your toast. You look at him sleepily, completely confused. He sighs, bringing his hands to his face and rubbing his chin as if it helps his thoughts progress.

“I don’t like thinking about how you won’t be around. I don’t like knowing you’re going to be far away… We literally just began, yams. I don’t want us to end in the beginning.”

You blink. “... Beginning? What are you talking about?”

“We like each other,” he points out. “You challenge me, I challenge you. You hate me, I hate you. We fuck and suddenly we’re more than that. We’re literally having breakfast together after I spent the night fucking you.”

You laugh in exchange. “Excuse me?”

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes. “Don’t play dumb. Be an adult. Let’s talk about this.”

“Sure, I understood we were getting close.. But I’m a little confused as to where is this coming from?” you snort, bringing the toast to your mouth. You take a bite. You feel confused. Maybe it’s too early for this.. But it’s happening. What can you do? “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he corrects you. “Don’t say shit like that. It’s not funny anymore.”

“Jimin, where is this coming from?” you ask, worried you’ve offended him. He looks offended. He looks hurt.

“Here,” he points to his heart. He’s not smiling and his tone is serious. It makes you nervous. He’s never been like this before… He’s never been so honest. “You’re leaving and it has this thing,” he gestures to his heart, “acting up. I don’t know what to do but I’m sure it has to do with being with you. I need to be with you, yams.”

“I can’t stay,” you tell him softly, putting your toast down. “And even if I did, I don’t think it’d be practical to stay just for you—“

“You say it like you hated living here,” he laughs, sarcastically amused by your excuse. “You could look for jobs here and—“

“My visa—”

“You can fix it here.”

Your shoulders drop. “I need to go home—”

“Why can’t here be your home?” Jimin asks, eyes beginning to tear up. “I can be your home.”

“I can’t stay for you.”

He gulps. “Yams, you say it like you can’t love me.”

“Jimin—”

“Stay,” he begs, giving you his heart. “___, I understand it’s not practical for someone like me to ask you to do such a thing. If it’s a title you need, I’ll give it. I’ll do the boyfriend thing if it means you’ll stay. I just can’t pretend like I don’t have feelings for you because I do. Stay here or go and I’ll follow you.”

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Take My Picture~ Jimin/ 1

Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader

Word count- 1.9k

Includes- riding, missionary, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jimin POV

My eyes snap open when the lights in my room turn on and I hear my voice in her name

'Oh shit', my groggy head thinks

"Jimin", she stops for a few seconds

Then, "Seriously? You're sleeping?"

Fuck

I was supposed to shower and change after practice then go get her

I was taking her out on a date

Dinner then a club we both wanted to check out

We've been planning this for a month

I made sure to leave practice early and take off tomorrow so we could stay out as late as we wanted

I guess I just passed out when I got home

"I've been waiting for you for hours Jimin! Calling you over and over. Calling the guys to find out where you were and they didn't know. I had to wait for practice to be over so I could come here to make sure you were ok! I thought something happened to you!"

This is so much for my brain to take

I register that she's really angry and I fucked up but I can't concentrate with all the yelling

"And you're sleeping! Are you kidding?"

"I...I'm sorry baby", I murmur, rubbing my eyes

"Sorry for the hours of worrying?"

"What time is it?", I ask groggily

"Eleven!"

Shit I slept for that long?

I left practice at 6

No wonder she's mad

I would be

"Baby we can still go. Just....just give me a few minutes ok?", I ask, sitting up in bed

I lean over, my eyes closed, willing myself to wake up fully

I hear a click and I half open my eyes

God I still want to sleep

How?

I just took a five hour nap

Looking at her, I see her out her phone in her bag

Did she...

"Did you take a picture of me?"

"Yes", she snaps, sounding angry about it, "I can't help it if you're still fucking sexy when I'm mad at you"

I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around what she's saying

I just heard sexy

Which is throwing me off since she's angry

The next thing I know, I'm on my back with her straddling me

"Since you were such a jerk, you can make it up to me, starting now", she growls, unzipping my hoodie

I move my arms through it taking it off

My shirt follows and I sit up slightly to get everything off

When my head hits the pillow again, I close my eyes, still so tired

Her hands are pulling my pants and boxers down

"Baby, I-"

"Shh. You don't have to do anything Jimin", she says, her hand wrapped around my cock, jerking me off

I'm already hard but I guess she wants me harder

I realize that she wants sex

It's fine, we both agreed to fuck each other when the other is asleep or tired

We're both not about holding pleasure from each other

That's how we started

Just sex that eventually led to dating

If you could call what I do dating

I try to take her out as much as possible but it's hard with my schedule

We fucked each other for five months and been seeing each other for real for like three months

This is the first real date I was supposed to take her on

So I understand that she's really pissed

She climbs off me and I force my eyes open to see where she went

But before I could, she gets back on top of me, completely naked

"Baby", I start, worried that I'm not awake enough for sex, to make it good for her

"Just lay there if you're so fucking tired", she snaps, sinking down on my cock

"Oh fuck", I moan, feeling her tight cunt open just for me, stretching around me so nicely

God she's so wet and warm

I guess I do look sexy for her to be this wet after yelling at me

Leaning her hands on my stomach, she bounces fast, up and down my length, clenching on me over and over

My eyes snap open, sleepiness flying away

I move my gaze to see her pretty cunt take my cock all the way in, her swollen lips wrapped around me perfectly

I watch her slide up, her creamy juice dripping down my length, the sight so fucking pretty

Then she moves down, swallowing my cock again, her hole stretching around me

It feels fucking incredible

"Fuck baby, you're pussy is so pretty taking my cock", I murmur

"Oh so now you're awake?", she snaps, "Figures"

My eyes slowly move up her sweaty body, seeing the sweat drip between her breasts

Then my eyes stop at her breasts, watching them wiggle in front of my face with each bounce

Her hips move, grinding against my pelvis every time she fucks down

I look up at her face, the pleasure on it turning me on even more

She pants harder, leaning on my shoulder and chest, working herself up on my cock, hips moving in a circle

"God baby, you're so beautiful", I whisper, sliding my hands up her sweaty body from her hips

The next bounce has her smashing her spot against my head, a loud moan coming from her pretty throat, her eyes squeezed shut

I press my fingers to her clit rubbing fast, "That's it pretty girl. Keep fucking your spot on my cock. Make yourself cum. I want to feel it so bad"

Her orgasms are on another level of pleasure

I'm addicted

"Jimin"

"Yeah baby, cream on me. Please baby"

"Jimin!", she cries, her body shaking, her hands digging into my shoulder and chest, as she explodes on me

Pleasure washes over me as she pulses hard around my dick

"Yes baby", I cry, holding her hips and fucking her on my length, "Choke my cock baby. Fuck don't let go. Fuck fuck fuck"

My eyes are glued to her creamy cum coating my entire length, more and more on me with every move

"God so pretty baby. Your cunt makes such a pretty mess for me"

When she finishes, I immediately roll us over, fucking her into the bed

"Jimin!", she yells, her body shaking under me

"Yes baby. Fuck, you gotta cum again. And again until I tell you to stop. I need to feel you"

Hooking my arms under her knees, I push her legs to her chest, the new angle letting me get her spot perfectly, my pelvis rubbing her clit with every thrust

Leaning down, I crash my lips to hers, kissing her wildly, her arms wrapping around my neck

Her cunt squeezes the life from my cock with every hit to her spot, her juice running all over both of us

"Fucking cum for me now baby", I demand, slamming her cunt so deep

She screams loudly, my entire pelvis and thighs getting soaked

She's squirting and I need to fucking see it

Moving to my knees, I look down, watching her cunt gush around my cock still buried inside her

Jesus Christ it's just like a porn, her pussy not stopping, the pleasure so intense

"Such a good girl, squirting on my cock"

I resume fucking her, her squirt flying everywhere, soaking everything

"Min", she whimpers

"One more baby. I know you're tired. Just cum for me one more time and I'll fill your cunt with cum"

She moans, making me smirk, "Like that baby? Want me to fill that sweet small cunt?"

"Yes Jimin. Want your cum inside me baby. Please give it to me"

"I will baby. Soon"

Gripping her waist, I lift her bottom half up, pulling her on my length as I shove myself all the way inside her, over and over

She spreads her legs wider for me, her hands gripping my wrists hard

"So close baby. Fuck. Love the way your pussy throbs on me. Sucks me back inside. You're cunt loves my cock that much?"

"Yes Jimin! Yes!"

"Show me how much your cunt loves my cock. Cum all over me"

Slamming her hard, she screams, losing it squeezing my wrists hard as her orgasm hits

I keep myself buried inside her, her orgasm triggering mine

I yell her name as pure ecstasy fills my body, releasing my cum inside her perfect spasming pussy

"Jimin!", she cries, her body arching, as she milks my cock for all my cum

"Joanne! Baby. Good girl", I cry, shutting my eyes, riding the bliss until it's over

Once we both finish, I pull out then lay next to her, trying and failing to catch my breath

After a few minutes, I turn to her, seeing her eyes closed

I think she's asleep or getting there

"Baby?", I call softly

She stirs, her eyes opening, sleepiness all over her face

"Hmmm?"

"Don't you still want to go out? We can make it to the club"

She shakes her head, pulling the blanket over us and cuddling into my side

"Sleepy"

"But baby, I'm awake now"

"Too bad", she answers, "I'm sleepy now"

I feel bad

I promised her a fun night

Instead she spent half of it worried and angry about me and then just sex

Don't get me wrong, sex is always amazing but it's something we do all the time and is a given when we see each other

Going out is special because I can't do it all the time

I ruined everything

"I'm sorry baby"

"Huh?", she asks sleepily

"I messed tonight up Jo. I wanted to take you out. Have a fun night"

"I did have fun Min", she answers

She's just saying that to make me feel better

"You were mad at me-"

She opens her eyes, "Not because we couldn't go out"

I'm surprised

I thought that was why

"I mean yeah it was disappointing but I was mad at you when I got here because I was freaking out, thinking something happened to you. That you were hurt. But you were just asleep"

"I'm sorry"

"It's ok now but don't make me worry like that again ok? I love you and any stupid thing will make me worry about you"

I stare at her in shock, something she said making my heart pound in my chest

"You...you love me?"

Her eyes are on mine as she nods, "Yes Jimin. I love you"

I'm on cloud fucking nine

She loves me

"I love you Jo"

"Yeah?", she asks shyly

I nod, "Yes Jo. I'm so in love with you it's ridiculous. I was waiting to tell you. I didn't know if it was too soon to tell you"

"It isn't too soon Min. We've known each other for years. We were fucking for months. And we've been together for three months. It's not like we're strangers"

She's not wrong there

"I know but...I was scared. I never loved anyone before", I confess

She smiles touching my cheek softly, "I never did either Jimin but I fell in love with you. Don't be scared. I'm not. We can figure everything out together ok?"

I nod

She's right, we can do anything together

"Good. Now kiss me and sing me to sleep. You can leave after if you're not tired"

I laugh, "No baby. I'm staying right here with you. You're going to fall asleep in my arms anyway and if I move I'll wake you up"

"I can lay on the pillow-" she starts

"Don't you dare", I smile, wrapping her in my arms, kissing her softly

She cuddles into me and I play with her hair as I start to sing to her

She closes her eyes right away, a smile on her face, falling asleep in my arms

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