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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 8

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

You had to make a hard decision regarding Jimin. Even though it broke your heart and you couldn’t stop thinking about him, you knew you still had a duty to be there for your 4 other hybrids. So when you’re off work, you decide to pay all your working hybrids a visit.

“(y/n)...” You were woken by whining. Getting up, you let Taehyung’s arms fall around your waist, hearing Jimin outside your door. He was trying to get in but Yoongi was standing guard at your door, preventing him from coming in.

“You either go eat breakfast or wait in the living room. I’m not letting you go in.” Yoongi growled lowly. You sighed, getting out of bed and letting Taehyung hug your pillow. Shuffling to your bathroom, you brushed your teeth and washed your face, pulling your hair up.

“Morning.” You appeared behind Yoongi.

“(y/n)!” Jimin grinned, excited to see you. Yoongi still stood in between the two of you.

“Yoongi.” You placed a hand on his shoulders. You saw the panther’s ears twitch slightly before you brushed past him and went to pet Jimin on the head. He, of course, hugged you instead.

“Alright, let’s go get some breakfast.” You stroked the back of his head and he released you but still continued to hold your hand. Sitting Jimin down on your chair, you jogged over to Jin, hugging him and kissing his cheek. Namjoon came to your other side and lightly bumped your hip with his, making you scrunch your nose as him.

"Thanks for cooking.” You stroked Jin’s tail before grabbing a plate. Jimin watched in jealousy at how affectionate and close you were to your hybrids. He wanted to be able to act like that with you too.

“Here.” You placed it in front of Jimin. He sniffed it lightly.

“This is really mine?” His eyes sparkled at the big plate of food before him. You nodded with a small smile. Jimin suddenly grabbed the plate and placed it on the ground. He plopped down in front of it.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m not allowed to eat at the table.” Jimin’s ears dropped as he looked down at the food.

“Come on, Jiminie. Here, you can eat at the table. You don’t have to eat on the ground. You’ll hurt your back.” You grabbed the plate and helped him stand, placing the food back on the island. Back at the hospital, he had no choice but to eat on the table. Now, he was in a home, he was supposed to eat on the ground.

“You sure it’s okay?” He asked uneasily.

“Of course.” You smiled softly. He nodded his head and continued to stare at his food, not eating it.

“You don’t have to ask for permission as well. Just eat what you like, when you like.” You patted his head. Jimin perked up with a smile and dug in hungrily. The hospital food could not satisfy his hunger last night.

“Come on, big baby.” You heard Yoongi grumble from the stairs. You watched in amusement as you saw Yoongi drag a sleepy Taehyung in by the hand, the younger whining and rubbing his eye.

“I’m sleepy...” Taehyung whined. Seeing that Yoongi wasn’t going to coddle him, Taehyung headed to you, hugging you tightly and resting his chin on your shoulder. You laughed as you held him. He purred softly, making Yoongi roll his eyes and get his food.

“You can sleep more later, Tae. You’re lucky Yoongi didn’t use violence to wake you up.” You gave a glare at Yoongi, who stuck his tongue out at you.

“Enjoying the food?” You asked Jimin with Taehyung still clinging to your back like a koala.

“What’s this? I love it!” He tilted his head adorably as he grinned. He had never seen food like this but it was probably his newfound love.

“It’s bacon.” You told him.

“Bacon... It’s good!”

“Then eat up. Here you go.” You took yours off your plate and handed it to him. Jimin’s mouth fell open slightly in amazement and dug in happily, letting out a hum of satisfaction. He watched as you smiled as him and turned around to talk to Yoongi. Yoongi’s tail was curled around your calf as you laughed and chatted with him.

“Why does she like him so much?” Jimin asked himself.

“He’s her first one. No one replaces him.” Taehyung replied. Jimin turned around and blinked at Taehyung. Taehyung knew that Jimin was jealous of Yoongi and didn’t like it. Yoongi was a hyung he respected a lot.

“Let’s go.” You said and Jimin pouted. But once you held his hand, he felt calmer. The boys all followed you.

“We’re not going back to the hospital?” Jimin asked as Jin pulled up to the parking lot.

“No, sweetie. Come on.” You shook your head. Jimin looked around in confusion, moving closer to you in fear of the unfamiliar place. He watched a lady come out with a big smile. You let go of Jimin and went to greet her, making him whimper in fear.

“You look good Seokjin.” The lady wrapped her arms around the taller male as well. Jin smiled at her and she ruffled his hair.

“Hi, you must be Jimin. I’m Dr Lee.” She approached Jimin. Jimin went rigid, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he pressed his cheek against your upper back.

“It’s okay, Jiminie.” You hummed softly. He let out a whine.

“We can go to a room, it’s less scary.” Dr Lee said and you nodded. You awkwardly waddled, being careful to not make Jimin trip over you. He kept his grip on you, feet following where ever you went. He looked around in fear as you entered a small white room. Dr Lee cleared her throat, nodding over at you, making Jimin hiss slightly.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you Jimin?” You turned around to face him, putting a hand on his head. He nodded his head with a bright smile.

“Dr Lee will take good care of you. I promise.” You whispered.

“W-What? What about you? But you’re my doctor! I only want you!” Jimin’s eyes widened in panic as he gripped your arm. Two nurses came in and grabbed Jimin by his arms, pulling him away from you.

“Let me go! (y/n)!” Jimin sobbed as he struggled. You felt a lump in your throat, looking away as Jimin called out your name. Jin came and squeezed your hand as you felt your own tears pool in your eyes. You knew that this was the only way that Jimin would get better.

“You promised you’ll never let them take me!” He cried.

“I...” You were lost.

“Please, (y/n). Please don’t let them take me! I promise I’ll be good, don’t leave me! Let me go! I want (y/n)!” Jimin reached out to you but was held back. He cried out and whimpered.

“We should go, (y/n).” Namjoon called softly and pulled you out of the room. Dr Lee sighed and followed, closing the door. From the other side of the door, Jimin was banging on the door, crying and calling out your name.

“Come here.” Yoongi wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. All of you headed back to the lobby and you cried into Yoongi’s chest. Even your friend felt back to you, rubbing your shoulder to comfort you. That was one of the most painful things you have ever had to experience. Jimin probably hated you and felt betrayed.

“Shh...” Yoongi hushed you.

“I’ll keep you updated, (y/n). I know it’s not easy but I’m glad you understand that it’s for his own good. He needs help.” Dr Lee said softly.

“We’ll come pick him up when he’s better, hmm? He needs this, we can’t help him. He won’t get better if we let him be.” The panther holding you said and you nodded your head.

“It’ll be okay.” He kissed your head.

“Well, we’ll do the same as we did with Seokjin. When he starts improving, I’ll allow visits every now and then. For now, none of you can visit him. Don’t worry. He’s in good hands here.” Dr Lee informed. Jin nodded and all the hybrids bowed their heads.

“Please... take good care of him.” You hugged your friend.

“You know I will.” She smiled. You walked out with your 4 hybrids. Jin drove as Taehyung cuddled you in the back seat.

You couldn’t sleep well. Even with the boys taking turns to sleep next to you, you would only be able to sleep for a few hours. When you closed your eyes, you heard and saw Jimin crying, calling out to you, begging you to stay by his side. It was traumatising, to say the least. At least work could distract you.

Today was your day off. The boys had all gone to work while you buried yourself in Yoongi’s thick blankets on his bed.

“I have to stop moping. I still have my 4 boys.” You told yourself, slapping your cheeks. Without knowing, your 4 hybrids must be feeling neglected. Getting out, you went to your room.

‘Library, nursery, music school.’

You wrote on your notepad as you changed into a white shirt, some jeans and one of Yoongi’s leather jackets. Slipping on your shoes, you grabbed your car keys and began the drive.

“Taehyung ah! Can you arrange the books at the kids corner? They messed it up again.” The moment you entered the library, you heard the old lady.

“Yes, halmeoni!” Taehyung replied from where ever he is. You stood by the side with your sunglasses so Taehyung wouldn’t notice you. The last thing you wanted to do was distract him from his work. You went up to the big counter up front, the old lady recognising you immediately.

“Aigo, checking up on your boy?” She teased and you chuckled, nodding your head.

“He doesn’t know I’m here. How is he doing?” You removed your sunglasses, placing them on your head.

“He’s doing well, very nice and helpful. All the customers here love him. He’s a good worker, always working hard and very enthusiastic.” The old lady laughed and you nodded your head, glad to hear her say such nice things about Taehyung and his work efforts. That was Taehyung’s affect on people.

“That’s great to hear. But I know his enthusiasm can make him get a little loud some times, especially since this is a library.” You smiled and the old lady waved it off as nothing.

“(y/n)?” Taehyung stopped in his tracks and you turned your head.

“Oops, looks like I’ve been caught.” You grinned. He quickly put the books on his cart and jumped into your arms to greet you.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Uhh... I came to look at some books!” You lied with a smile. The old lady chuckled, shaking her head. You didn’t want Taehyung to feel embarrassed, knowing that you came all the way just to check on him and speak to his boss. Taehyung grabbed your hand excitedly and dragged you past all the book-lined shelves. You came before all the medical books in the library.

“Thanks, baby. But just because I’m a doctor, doesn’t mean I only read medical books, you know?” You ruffled his hair. He blushed.

“I’m happy to see you smiling.” Taehyung blurted out and you turned to him, smiling softly.

“I’m sorry I’m constantly worrying you and your brothers. You don’t deserve that.” You said, reaching up to cup his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. He leaned into your touch, purring softly.

“I’ll go through whatever it takes as long as you’re happy again.” Taehyung said. You kissed his cheek and patted his head. You didn’t want to take taehyung away for too long so you took a random book off the shelf and went on to your next destination.

“Welcome- (y/n)?” Namjoon immediately smiled when he saw that it was you. You gave a little wave as you walked to him.

“What are you doing here?” He put the big pot on the ground and dusted his hands, coming over to you. You giggled a little when you noticed that his tail was wagging in excitement.

“I just came to see my boys.” You patted his head.

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better. Come, Jin hyung is in the green house.” Namjoon nodded along. You followed him to through the back door. You recognised those wide shoulders anywhere. Jin was quietly watering all the flowers in the smaller pots.

“Snowflake?” Jin turned around before you could even approach him.

“Curse you and your hybrid sense of smell.” You scrunched your nose at him. He laughed and leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Are my boys being good?” You teased.

“Don’t worry, we aren’t misbehaving.” Jin rolled his eyes. Since there were no customers, the two insisted on giving you a tour of the nursery. They took good care of the plants and it showed. You decided to buy some herb plants for your backyard garden. The boys set it aside for you, insisting they bring it home later. As you walked, you bumped into the owner of the nursery.

“Ahjusshi!” You waved.

“Oh! (y/n)! How are you?” The old man stood up.

“I’m good, you look good too. I hope my boys aren’t causing you too much trouble here. Thank you for teaching them and caring for them.” You gave him a deep bow.

“Don’t need to thank me! I treat all of you like my own grandkids.” He threw his head back in laughter. You smiled.

“I’ll be buying some herb plants I saw. They smell absolutely wonderful. I picked them out with the boys earlier.” You informed and he nodded his head. Taking some money out, you handed it to him. He immediately tried to refuse it.

“It’s okay! Consider it a gift!” He shook his head.

“No! Ahjusshi, you’re still running a business. It won’t be fair for me to take things for free. Please take it.” You insisted and he sighed before nodding. He received the money with two hands and kept them in the pocket of his apron. Once you were done, the boys walked you to your car.

“I’ll see you at home tonight.”

“Drive safe.” Each of them nuzzled a side of your cheek and you smiled, giving them a kiss on the head. You started your car and drove to your last destination, the music school. Unlike the previous places, you never met Yoongi’s boss before.

“Yoongo Boongo~” Usually, you wouldn’t come since he is busy teaching anyway. But recently, he has been practicing for his annual recital so his class schedules were cut down a little.

“Kitten?” Yoongi turned around when he heard you call him the nickname he hates. When he saw you standing there, he stood up from the piano.

“Working hard?” You grinned.

“Always.” He leaned down to nuzzle your cheek as you wrapped your arms around him. You inhaled his comforting scent and with both your arms around each other, you shuffled to the piano and sat down.

“I still remember the one song you taught me that got me started on the piano.” Yoongi smiled as he began to play the first ever song that you taught him on the piano. You didn’t know how to play the piano but when you were a kid, your grandfather had taught you one song. That had been the only song that you knew how to play your whole life.

“You’re a lot better now, Yoongs. Much better than my one-song talent.” You chuckled as you nudged him. He threw his head back in laughter.

“I don’t want you to ever feel like it’s your fault, alright? You apologise and think it is but it’s never your fault.” Yoongi held your chin. You smiled softly and gave him a shy peck.

“Eep!” You turned away to hide your red cheeks.

“Hey, you can’t do that and hide from me.” He held your waist, turning you back to face him.

“I’m so embarrassed.” You whined, hiding your face in his chest. The emotions you shared with Yoongi and Jin were always unexplainable. The kisses and hugs meant a lot more than just a friendly gesture. You hardly ever kiss them on the lips though because you were embarrassed.

With Taehyung and Namjoon, you were beginning to feel the same sort of affection too. It was normal for hybrids to have more than one partner though, so it was normal to them.

“I like my jacket but I think I might like it more on you.” His hands ran along the material of the leather jacket you wore.

“It was there so I took it...” You said and he laughed, slinging his arm around your shoulders. Since there were no more classes, Yoongi decided to leave with you, even if you protested and wanted him to practise his piece more.

“Come on, it’s been a while since I’ve brought my kitten on a date.” He teased and opened the car door for you. You scoffed as his words, sliding into the passenger seat and handing him your car keys. Jin and Namjoon had the family van so they would pick Taehyung up after work.

“Has the hospital been busy?” He asked as he drove.

“Yeah. I’m thankful I even got a day off. The director was saying we may be scheduled for longer shifts. But at least I won’t have to worry about you being lonely at home.” You sighed in relief.

“You’re always worrying about us and forget to worry about yourself.” Yoongi shook his head.

“You guys are my life, I can’t not worry about you guys. I love all of you too much.” You shrugged. When Yoongi was alone at home and you were scheduled for full day shifts, you were worried whether he ate, whether he got home safe and what time he slept. At least with the other 3 there now, you were relieved they could look out for one another.

“This place?” You looked around, recognising the place.

“This was where we would drive to when we couldn’t sleep.” He said. The both of you stepped out. It was the beach.

When you and Yoongi were so haunted by your nightmares, the two of you would drive to the beach to take a walk in the middle of the night. Of course, there were more people there now since it was the afternoon.

“Remember when we fell asleep on that picnic mat you brought and when we woke up, people were surrounding us, thinking that we were dead or something?” Yoongi reminisced. You burst out laughing, nodding your head at the funny memory.

“The water is so warm at this time.” You giggled as the wave crashed against your toes.

“It was cold because we were here at 2am!” Yoongi rolled his eyes with a smile. Suddenly, he jumped and hissed, grabbing his tail. Turning around, the both of you saw a little girl blinking at you.

“Kitty!” She grinned and pointed at Yoongi. You stifled a laugh, making Yoongi glare at you.

“What the hell? She grabbed my tail out of nowhere.” Yoongi held his black tail in his hands like his life depended on it. You shook your head, leaning down to smile at the little girl.

“You like the kitty?” You cooed and she nodded her head happily. You laughed, feeling Yoongi’s glare bear holes into the back of your head. Taking Yoongi’s tail, you place it in your hands and held the girl’s hand, teaching her to pet it. It surprised you when she hugged it, nuzzling her cheek into the soft black fur. Your heart melted at the cute site.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Yoongi snatched his tail back.

“Come on, sour puss. This is a great opportunity to teach kids about being nice to hybrids.” You hit his shoulder.

“Let her pet your ears.” You whispered.

“What?! Hell no.” Yoongi crossed his arms and looked away. You smiled at the little girl, standing behind Yoongi and hitting him in the back of his knee. His legs bent and he fell forward into the sand. Turning around, he sent you a dirty look while you whistled innocently.

“Here, softly.” You guided the girl’s hand to pet his ears. Yoongi bit his lip to stop the purrs from escaping.

“Hyejin!” A voice called and the 3 of you turned around to see a female bear hybrid heading to you. She held the girl in her arms, bowing profusely to apologise for her daughter’s actions.

“It’s okay. She’s really adorable and gentle around hybrids.” You shook your head.

“Ah... Yes, she is. She is half hybrid after all, just that she takes after her dad, who is a human.” She explained with a soft smile and you nodded your head, understanding. When humans and hybrids breed, the child will either have full human traits of hybrid traits. Hyejin began to whine in her mother’s arms, reaching out for Yoongi.

“Kitty has to go now.” You said softly, making her pout.

“Goodbye!” You and Yoongi waved to Hyejin and her mother. The moment they disappeared, you fell on your knees on the sand, laughing your heart out. You grabbed your stomach in slight pain.

“Nice to see you are enjoying this.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“HAHAHAHAHA Kitty!” You couldn’t stop laughing, even if you needed to breathe.

“One day, our kids are going to be like that.” Yoongi stated. You stopped, gulping. Your whole face flushed as you stood up, brushing the sand off your body. Yoongi stared at your flustered self in amusement. Quickly, you escaped by running to the car first.

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honeyoongiah · 3 years

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Drifting apart

Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x your friend as a side ship Genre: angst, smut, fluff, slice of life Words: 7k Warnings: explicit sex, it’s pretty emotional sometimes :( Summary: You and your boyfriend Jimin are facing a difficult time after drifting apart. Will you end up together, is there still a chance for you after all that happened?

You loved Jimin and Jimin loved you.

You had been a couple for a long time and you had even moved to Korea to be with him, but he didn’t have much time and you argued about it occasionally. You missed him and his presence. When he was gone, the world no longer felt complete, like a significant part was missing, and you hated that feeling. You knew Jimin felt the same, but it wasn't easy as a BTS member, they toured all the time and if they didn't they wrote a new album and then toured again, a vicious circle. You often lost yourself in grief, but didn't want to show any of it to your Jiminie. You wanted to be the perfect girlfriend when he was there because you didn't have enough time together to waste it with negative feelings.

Jimin was always terribly stressed and sometimes irritable because of work, but he never wanted to do anything other than being a performer. It was his passion. The only problem was that he didn't have his loved one around as often as he would like.

He missed you constantly and was never really focused at work, the longer you hadn't seen each other the worse. Often he was teased with it and then he smiled faintly, hiding how deeply this issue affected him. Every now and then someone asked if everything was okay, but he didn't want to talk about it. He hadn't even spoken to you about your problems. He knew you were suffering but said nothing to be strong for him. That suited you. The thought of you made him smile, but at the same time it hurt so much that he almost cried. Especially the past months were tough for your relationship since Jimin practically lived at work. They worked hard on a comeback and Jimin took a big part in writing and composing on this album as well. It was exciting but also really time-consuming. You felt neglected, like his love for his job was bigger and more important to him than you and that hurt you. You started to feel like he didn’t crave you anymore, like you weren’t attractive in any way. It really made you wonder if you were not enough anymore and you could tell that you became very insecure. You just wanted a little appreciation, a bit more affection and more time with the one you loved the most.

One day after the rehearsal he couldn't take it anymore and tried to call you. For the first time ever, you didn't answer when he called you. Immediately worries arose in him, had something happened to you?

What could be the reason you were unavailable?

"Oh hyung, did F/N tell you something about Y/N? Is there anything special today, I mean is she busy? She doesn't answer the phone."

"No she didn't, but calm down. She’s probably just not on her phone because she fell asleep or is meeting up with friends. Don't worry.", Yoongi tried to calm him down, but Jimin had a bad feeling and he knew he could always trust his gut feeling.

"I don't know, I feel kind of ... weird. I'm sure something's wrong. I know I sound ridiculous, I mean, she just didn't take my call once. But my gut tells me something is wrong." Jimin muttered, stepping from one foot to the other, glancing at his cell phone hoping you would call back, but you didn't. He tried again before deciding to stop by after the rehearsal. He didn't care that he actually had something else in mind, he had to see you now.

When he arrived at your place, he rang the doorbell wildly and you opened the door dumbfounded.

"Jiminie what are you doing here, you have to work ..." - "I don't care, I had to see you."

The fact that you didn't jump into his arms straight away, didn't smile widely at him straight away and didn't form the typical dimples were the second signs that something was wrong.

"What was wrong? You didn't answer the phone." - "Sorry, I was absorbed in my book.", you mumbled and stepped aside to allow Jimin to enter, but Jimin stopped and got a confused look.

"I have to go again .." he said, barely audible. He knew how it hurt you and it was exactly the same for him. He didn't even have time to check on you, but couldn't stop himself.

"Yeah thought so already. See you Jiminie.", you answered with a tired smile that instantly broke Jimin's heart and closed the door in front of his nose. No kiss, no I love you, not even a hug, not a single touch. This meeting had been very unsatisfactory for him.

But he just went back to work, a big mistake that he would realize too late.

Time passed and you saw each other less and less. You answered the phone less and less and Jimin stopped calling you that often. You seemed to be growing apart, but that burned like a dagger in Jimin's heart. He had to prevent that.

So he fought with everything he had for a day off that was finally given to him and he knew he would spend it refreshing old times. To show the love of his life that they belong together.

He had planned and set up big things, even called your workplace to give you a day off.

He cleaned and tidied up his apartment, because he knew otherwise you would complain, he cooked your favorite food as best he could and prepared the table romantically. Champagne and glasses were ready, only candles were burning everywhere. He had asked Jin to help him and of course he agreed.

So when that day finally came, he brought you a small box that said "open me" with a heart drawn next to the writing. Jimin even painted the heart in your favorite color and made you smile. You let Jin into your apartment and went to the living room to unpack.

In the box was a beautiful, burgundy, backless, tight-fitting dress with matching high heels (but not too high, as Jimin knew you weren't used to this and he didn't want to overtax you) and even a matching lipstick. On top of it was a small folded note, which you opened impatiently. "Dearest Y/N, I'm sorry about how things are between us right now. I miss you and I really want to make everything right again. Please get ready, no need to hurry, and then let Jin drive you. I hope you like your outfit, I can’t wait to see you in it. - Chimchim"

Your smile widened from word to word you read and your eyes filled with tears. So much had you wished for this Jimin again. You wanted to finally see him again and spend time with him. You were very happy, but a dark shadow weighed on you.

Because, as it goes with difficult relationships sometimes, your frustration steered you on the wrong track. But you quickly tried to shake off these thoughts and went to your bedroom with the box in your hands while Jin was waiting for you patiently in your living room.

About 20 minutes later you were ready and happy to face Jimin. Jin complimented you and led you to his car to get in. Less than half an hour later you were standing in front of the building Jimin lived in and Jin brought you upstairs to his apartment before saying goodbye and taking the elevator down again. With your heart pounding excitedly, you rang the bell and an equally excited Jimin in a black suit with a small bouquet of daisies opened the door for you. He looked you up and down and couldn't utter a word at first.

"I knew you wouldn’t look bad in it, but that exceeds all my expectations.", Jimin admitted honestly and was once again proud to have such a beautiful woman by his side, both inside and out. "Thank you. I have to thank you in general for everything, this dress is great and so are the shoes and the lipstick. I like it a lot.", you said with a warm smile and Jimin felt like when you had just met. In the past you had a lot of such dates and he had always tried hard, but at some point BTS became known and with that his schedule became more and more tight. He was happy that he managed to organize it for today. "But I can't stay too long-" - "You don't have to work, I already talked with your boss.", Jimin interrupted you with a grin and finally pulled you into the apartment and closed the door.

He led you into the dining room where he had dipped everything in candlelight and the champagne was already waiting in glasses for the two of you. You ate, talked a lot, and flirted again like you did on the first day. Finally you both had some time for each other again. But Jimin noticed how stressed you looked at your cell phone every now and then. "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly. "Yes everything’s alright, just a little spam from my friends.", you replied as calm as possible and took Jimin's hand. "Thank you for doing this. I missed this so much," you said gratefully and leaned over to get a kiss from your dream man. He didn't hesitate for a second and enjoyed it when your lips met again after so long.

At some point you sat on the couch in the living room, already a little tipsy, because it was more comfortable and you were able to sit closer. You were in his arms and looked up into his flawless face. You gently ran your thumb along his right cheek and looked him in the eyes the whole time. You two usually didn't need many words to understand each other. Your chemistry matched so well that everything was said without words.

Jimin grabbed your neck gently and pulled you closer to his face, he didn't like this distance between you and he wanted to get rid of it immediately.

You moved closer and your lips met again. At first you were careful, as if you didn't know each other yet, but shortly afterwards the kiss became more demanding and intense so that both had to moan. You buried your hands deep in his blonde hair and never thought of ever letting go of him. With a jerk he grabbed Your hips and sat you on his lap.

You automatically wrapped your arms and legs around his body and tried to pull him as close to you as you possibly could, every millimeter between you hurt.

Jimin bit your lip, asking for entrance. You immediately responded and the kiss intensified with your tongues moving. You could practically feel the tension in the room and Jimin stroked your bare back, giving you goosebumps. "That's exactly why I chose this dress," he mumbled into the kiss with a grin and continued to stroke your skin.

At some point he grabbed you by the waist and stood up while muttering "I can't wait any longer." and carried you to his bedroom. Another few weeks passed and Jimin's schedule was fuller than full. But you two weren’t bothered so much because that evening together gave you new strength and your love was rekindled. You wrote sweet messages and sent each other pictures as often as you could. Jimin was so grateful that he had taken the time to straighten everything out.

That would be a nice ending, right?

But fate decided that things wouldn’t go peaceful.

You were feeling a little strange and weren’t sure what that meant.

You took a pregnancy test and were overjoyed when it was positive, since you wanted nothing more than to start a family with Jimin. To give birth to his kids.

You decided to tell him tonight at Yoongi and F/N's, as the others met there to do something in your friend group again. You didn’t tell your friends yet. First of all, the father of your baby should know.

Incredibly excited, you made your way to Yoongi and F/N.

Shortly after you rang the doorbell, a somewhat stressed F/N opened the door with her daughter in her arms. Little Juna grew so incredibly fast in your eyes.

"The babysitter has canceled. But Juna knows how to behave, so we didn't want to cancel today since everyone had found time."

Little Juna waved to her aunt and spread her arms to give you a welcoming hug.

"Hello my sweetie, how are you?" you asked happily and kissed the little one on the head.

Yoongi came around the corner and greeted you friendly before he kissed your friend on the cheek and disappeared back into the living room. You couldn't wait to live this life with your Jimin. As you greeted everyone, you noticed your other friends were there too, but without their son. Another couple in your friend group made it too, but they always carried their child with them; fifth month pregnant. There were happy families all around you, and you felt your excitement rise. Finally the doorbell rang and Jimin joined the group.

You immediately pulled him aside with a big grin and disappeared with him to your friend's bedroom. "I have to tell you something Chim.", you said, trembling with excitement. You were sure that he would be happy with you.

Jimin raised an eyebrow tightly. Unfortunately, he wasn't as enthusiastic as you were, he already suspected something. And if that were true, his whole world would fall apart.

"I'm pregnant."

You waited anxiously for his reaction, but he just stared into your eyes silently. "Aren't you happy?" You asked after a while of silence.

You began to worry. Didn't he want a family with you yet?

Or didn’t he want one with you at all? The panic slowly spread inside you.

"Who was it.", Jimin pressed out between his teeth, still fixed on your eyes. "What do you mean?" "Who was it that you fucked behind my back?!"

Your heart immediately slipped into your pants. "Where did you get this idea now?"

Jimin started laughing hysterically and rubbed his forehead. "I should have known. That one day you didn't answer my call, it was because you were with him. And when we spent our evening he kept writing you messages, he was the one that spammed. God, I'm so stupid."

You felt caught and couldn't say anything. You felt guilty, it had only been a one-time thing, but since then Mark, the guy you slept with, hasn't left you alone and didn't understand that he didn’t mean anything to you. You deeply regretted your mistake and hoped to save it with this family cause, but it backfired completely.

Jimin shouted some things at you, about how you could do that to him and that he had loved you, he even bursted into tears but continued to yell carelessly.

Shortly afterwards, Yoongi stormed into the room and stared at both of you.

"Jimin, what's wrong? Calm down."

"I can't calm down hyung. She cheated on me. The love of my life betrayed me."

"And how do you know that?" Yoongi asked carefully.

"She's pregnant.” Yoongi's eyes widened and he looked at you in shock, while you still didn't understand what was going on,crying hard already.

"I'll go now before worse happens.", Jimin said and left the apartment with a loud bang.

You looked at Yoongi questioningly, waiting for an explanation.

"Jimin ... can't have children. He’s born with it. He just never knew how to tell you because he was afraid of losing you."

It was winter again. That meant it was time for you to wrap yourself in your cozy blanket and drink tea on the sofa. Your motivation to do anything other than that was low anyway.

You switched on the television and tried to distract yourself, but as usually it was of no use.

"I'm back home tonight. Minne is sleeping in her bed. See you later, I love you." you felt that someone gave you a kiss on your cheek.

"Mmm.", you replied silently and didn't even bother to look into Mark’s eyes.

Mark looked at you with a sad expression on his face but said nothing and simply left your apartment. After you had done everything possible to talk to Jimin again, but he blocked it off completely and simply packed his things and left, you had given up and did what you thought was right.

Minne needed a father, her father, so you decided to give Mark a chance. For your child.

You didn't regret this decision, you didn't really care about it. Nothing but your daughter was of any value to you. Time passed and your daughter Minne was born. The little one was now 1 year old, so it was almost two years since you had last seen Jimin.

Again and again you asked the boys how he was and they told you he was doing well, making his dreams come true and slowly feeling happy again.

You were happy about it, you only wished him the best, but it hurt at the same time to realize that you were suffering so much and he just moved on. But you didn't deserve anything else.

After you took the last sip of your tea, you got up to put the cup in the sink and check on Minne again. "Hello my darling. Are you feeling good hm?" You mumbled against her head and kissed her. Minne was still sleeping calmly and didn’t seem to be disturbed in her sleep by her visitor. You went back to the living room and cleaned up a bit while you thought about your life. Your relationship with Mark was almost nonexistent. You let yourself be kissed by him, but otherwise there was no touching at all and you hardly spoke to him. Obviously he noticed all of this, but said nothing, hoping that time would heal your wounds and you would finally be ready for a real relationship with him.

But the only one who was buzzing around in your head was Jimin. It was almost two years ago and on the one hand it felt like an eternity the last time you touched him, on the other hand the pain of the loss felt like it was yesterday.

You sighed depressed and let yourself fall back onto the sofa. You had nothing to do, but you didn’t feel like doing anything either. Every day was like the other. Get up in the morning, take care of Minne, take care of the household, cook for everyone, go to sleep.

You assumed it would go on like this for the rest of your sad life.

But as fate would have it, you got a call with which everything began to change again.

You checked your cell phone and saw Yoongi calling you. Yoongi? You were wondering what he could want as you answered.

"Yoongi?" - "Y/N? No matter what, don't open the door!"

Startled but above all surprised, you opened your eyes and stared at your free hand. "And why?" - "Doesn't matter, trust me. It's not good. Don't answer no matter how often the doorbell rings. I'll be with you in an hour."

Without saying anything else, Yoongi hung up and you were still staring at your hand in confusion. Why shouldn't you open the door? Who would come and what would happen if you opened anyway? You sat cross-legged in front of the TV, but didn't concentrate on what was going on in the series. You stared at the door and waited for something to stir.

This was the first time in a long time that anything exciting happened in your life, so there was a tingle in your stomach. Suddenly there was a violent knock on your door and although you had stared at it and waited exactly for this to happen, you twitched in shock.

You put your covers aside and walked slowly towards the door. Except for a knock every 2 seconds, nothing could be heard. You couldn't make out who it was because you couldn't hear a voice and the person held a hand over the spy on the door.

Should you really open it? Yoongi sure didn’t warn you for nothing and if he even wanted to come by, it had to be something really serious. However, something inside you said you should open that door. You slowly lifted your hand and put it on the doorknob, gently pushed it down and pulled the door open.

Since the person had put his hand on the spy and apparently supported himself on the door, he stumbled a little step inward. "I didn't think you'd open." Jimin slurred and grinned a little at you. Those were the first words you had heard from Jimin's mouth in 2 years, the first time you faced each other again.

"Why shouldn't I open?”

"I know that Yoongi called you. Thank you for always having your own head and never listening to others.", Jimin said and smiled again, closed the door behind him and leaned against the wall. He ran his hand through his hair and took a look around. "Nothing has changed." - "Have you been drinking?", you asked worriedly. Jimin wasn't a great drinker, he didn't really like it and stayed away from it most of the time. At least that was what you knew back then. "Don't worry, I'm used to it.", he giggled and held his head, apparently feeling dizzy.

You pulled him onto the sofa and grabbed your cell phone, quickly walking to the bedroom to make a call. "Yoongi, you don't need to come."

"So he's already there and you opened the door. Damn Y/N, can't you listen to someone just for once? It's not good for both of you. Jimin drinks a lot and has thrown his life away since you broke up. Every time he drank he wanted to see you but we stopped him, he should forget you and move on but he never could. Strangely enough, he escaped us today and we didn't find him again.”

"But I want to talk to him."

Yoongi knew he couldn't win this battle and gave up. He had tried his best to protect you two, but if you were so stubborn and wanted each other, maybe you just belonged to each other. No matter how much pain you had to go through. "Do what you need to do but take good care of him." You dialed the next number and waited for someone to answer it.

"Honey, is everything all right? You never call me."

"Please sleep at a friend’s today, I need time for myself and a little distance. We'll see you again tomorrow." you said and didn't wait for an answer but hung up straight away.

Sighing, you threw your cell phone on the bed and stared out the window until you could feel warm hands around you hips pulling you closer.

Jimin slowly laid his head on your shoulder and completely enclosed your body with his arms. "I missed you so much, jagi.", he whispered in your ear and gave you goosebumps all over your body. Immediately a tear ran down your cheek, but you made no move to wipe it away. "I missed you too, chim.", you whispered back just as softly.

When Jimin heard that you still called him that after all these years, he buried his face in your hair and tried to hold back his tears.

"You should go to sleep. You have been drinking and probably regret what you are doing when you wake up in the morning." Jimin immediately shook his head vigorously and began to distribute small, gentle kisses on your neck. You drew in a sharp breath in surprise, but tilted your head to give him more space. You hadn't let anyone close to you for two years.

Jimin remembered exactly where your weak point were and began to suck and bite the area. You moaned slightly and Jimin grinned against your skin, his breath tickling pleasantly.

"Jimin .. stop ..", you tried to say, but wished for nothing more than that he wouldn't listen to you. "How am I supposed to stop when you say my name like that?", he growled against your shoulder and began to run his hands over your body.

But apprupt he stopped and stood motionless for a few seconds.

"Jimin?", you asked, unable to see his face as you were still leaning your back on him. You were afraid that he had changed his mind and would decide to leave now. "That guy had been touching you like that since we last saw each other, right?” You immediately shook your head. "I didn't let anyone touch me like that again."

Jimin let out a relieved breath and pulled you a little closer to him. "Me neither. It's been way too long ...", he muttered and ran his hands under your top. Finally feeling Jimin's touch on your skin again made you gasp again. "Did you miss me that much?" He whispered against your ear and then bit it lightly. You could only nod.

"Tell me that you missed me."

"I missed you so much Jimin."

"Tell me that you are sorry."

"I cannot put into words how much I regret it. I am so sorry for what I did. Not a day goes by that I do not regret it."

"Tell me you love me. Me and only me."

"I only love you Jimin and I will never love anyone else."

"Tell me you want me."

"I want you Jimin."

"Good girl," he breathed against your skin as one hand wandered into your pants. You sighed in relish and made Jimin move his hand even faster. Your body shook slightly and you breathed in and out irregularly. You longed for Jimin's lips and wanted to turn around, but Jimin wouldn't let that happen.

"Not yet, baby." You could feel that Jimin was also aroused so you rubbed your body against his. "That's unfair, I have the upper hand here. Stop turning me on so much." Jimin replied in response and made you grin. You continued to move your ass against his already hardening dick, earning a groan in response. "I can't wait any longer." Jimin muttered and pulled his hand out. He turned you towards him and took off your top before doing the same with his.

You gently stroked Jimin's chest and bit your lower lip. Jimin grinned when he noticed how you admired his body and grabbed your ass. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands around his neck. He pressed you against the wall next to you and only a few millimeters separated your lips. "Say my name", he breathed against your lips.

"Jimin .."

"I'm the only one who can touch you like that. I'm the only one you can touch like that. My name is the only one you can moan. Understand?” You nodded.

"I'll make sure everyone knows." He began to bite and suck on your neck again, only stronger this time. You whimpered softly, stroking his hair and enjoying his lips on you. There were so many nights you dreamed of this to happen again. After a while he stopped and looked at his work. He nodded happily to himself and looked at your face again.

Finally your lips touched and the tears quietly rolled down your face. His lips were still as soft as they were back then and even though he had drunk alcohol he still tasted like strawberries. Jimin noticed your tears and removed a hand from your bottom to wipe them away from your cheek. "You will never have another reason to cry, I promise you.", he whispered and placed soft kisses on your lips. You pulled him closer and made out passionately, the tension of two years finally breaking down. Two years of pain, two years of regret and longing after each other. Two years of wishing that things turned out different, but now was the time to destroy the circle. All you could think about was you and him, your Jimin kissing all over your skin and stroking your body as if he didn’t know it best already. "Jimin ... how long are you going to keep me waiting?", you breathed out. You really enjoyed this, but you needed more. You needed all of him and you could tell that he felt the same way. “No wait anymore, we waited for way too long with this.”, he replied and brought you over to your bed. He put you down gently and hovered above immediately, kissing every spot of your exposed skin. Normally you would close your eyes to concentrate on the feeling, but there was no way you could look away now. You still couldn’t believe that this really happened, suddenly you felt as drunk as Jimin probably was and you were afraid as soon as you closed your eyes, you’d realize that it’s all just a dream. “You’re still so so stunning, nothing changed.”, he mumbled against your stomach. “You only got more beautiful with time.” You felt your cheeks turning red. Mark told you things like this all the time, but they never made you feel like Jimin's words did. Jimin opened his pants and you did the same. “Hey, I wanted to do that in a second.”, he said with a pout. You chuckled. “I’m sorry, I just have no patience at all, I really need to feel you now.” As soon as you both were fully naked, Jimin placed himself between your legs and began to kiss your breasts while his hand stroked all over your body. You watched how his dick twitched with every moan and whine coming from your lips, especially when it was his name. Jimin stroked your thighs and looked into your eyes. “I will make you mine again.”, he groaned against your lips while he entered you slowly. You gasped softly, feeling how his dick stretched you out. Both of you could tell that the last time was long ago, way too long ago. Jimin didn’t move, instead he caressed your body with soft kisses and strokes over your skin. You buried a hand into his hair and noticed that he let it grow a bit, it seemed like he even dyed it a shade lighter than you were used to but it looked amazing on him. Your lips found their way to his neck, kissing up to his ear before you asked him to move. He began to move his body against yours, thrusting into you slow but steady. You moaned, stroking over his sides and his back while you started to roll your hips against his. “God I missed feeling you, I missed feeling you close.”, he whispered into your ear. “I love you so much, Y/N.” You held him close, moaning into the kiss while you made out longingly. “I love you too, so much.”, you replied with a shaky voice. You were sure you would cry if you weren’t so full of lust right now. “Faster Jimin, please.”, you whined, rolling your hips more desperately than before. He granted your wish and thrusted into you faster, deeper, harder. “You feel so good around me baby, you’re all mine.”, he groaned and continued to mark your neck. There was almost no space left to do so, but he didn’t mind. Jimin just moved his lips to your shoulder and then to your collarbone and your chest. You pulled his hair softly as you began to clench around him, your orgasm building up in your lower stomach. Jimin noticed and moved against you just the way he knew it would drive you crazy, he still knew your body so well, you thought. “Say that you’re mine Y/N, tell me who you belong to.”, Jimin demanded and licked around your sensitive nipple. “Y-you Jimin I only belong to you.”, you whined desperately, the noises you made becoming louder the faster Jimin thrusted into you. “I always belonged to you Jimin, I never stopped being yours.” He loved to hear this from you, the past years were way too painful to even think about it anymore. All he wanted to do was to forget and start over with you, finally starting a life with the love of his life. Jimin was lost in you and you felt the same way as your bodies pressed against each other while your tongues played your old melody together. It didn’t take much longer for both of you to come undone, the intense ecstasy rushing through every cell of your bodies. You moaned each other’s names while you came, holding each other close after cooling down. Jimin buried his head in your neck, kissing your skin lazily. You smiled contently, stroking his back and just enjoying the moment fully, You didn’t feel like this for so long that it was more than just a blessing to you, it saved your life, made it worth living again. For a while you just lay there without saying a word, because you never needed any words to understand each other. You just needed to be with the other to speak without making a noise. Slowly though, you drifted off to sleep with a smile on your lips, noticing that Jimin snored softly already.

The warm rays of the sun shone in your face and you heard your daughter laughing softly while you woke up. You carefully opened your eyes and sat up. You took a look at the empty space next to you in bed. Had he changed his mind?

But it made no sense that he was already gone because you were still wearing his shirt.

Maybe he just left without waking you up to not make things embarrassing? Maybe he had been picked up from someone that had brought him a shirt? You started to feel sick and decided to get up. With quick steps you went to the kitchen from which you heard the noises and saw how Jimin cooked while holding your little daughter in his arms.

You made no noise and enjoyed the view that you had wanted to see for so long.

Jimin turned the pancake before putting the spatula to the side and now holding Minne with both arms. She put her little hands on his face and he smiled at her lovingly.

"Usually she doesn't let people get close to her that fast.", you said and Jimin immediately looked at the door.

"So that's Minne. Yoongi told me about her." You went up to Jimin and he gave you Minne on your arm. "What do we do now?", you asked carefully, scared what the answer might be. Jimin frowned in confusion. "Well, first of all I wanted to have breakfast, but if I see you in my shirt like that, we could prepone round two.", he said and grinned cheekily.

You laughed and hit his arm playfully before quickly getting Minne back into bed.

"I'm serious Jimin. You acted rashly yesterday, maybe you regret it. I am not angry if that’s the case. I did something terrible to you and I can understand if you cannot forgive me. You owe me nothing." - "I don't want to lie to you, it hurt like hell when I found out what you did. But these two years without you hurt a lot more. My anger faded away more and more and only my pain remained. Especially the pain not to have you with me anymore." Jimin walked up to you and pulled you into his embrace. "Yesterday you told me that you only love me, that you will always love and that you missed me. I want to hold onto this and try again, make it better this time. I don't want to say what you did wasn’t wrong, but if I had been there for you more I wouldn't have driven you into someone else's arms. I promise to be a better man than I was, that means only if you still want me.” You grabbed Jimin's neck and pulled him down to kiss him. After that, you placed a hundred little kisses all over his face and made him laugh. "Is that a yes?"

"Of course that's a yes. I love you Jiminie and I'll never let you go again."

Jimin and you decided not to change clothes yet and to take a rest on the couch after breakfast. However, he couldn't keep his fingers off you and kept pulling the shirt you were wearing a little higher to stroke your skin underneath. "Jiminie don't do that, I'm still in pain from yesterday I need a bit more time.", you laughed and Jimin pouted. "I've only just got you back and you're forbidding me to satisfy my needs."

Jimin pulled you onto his lap and kissed you gently. "You don't get what you want like that chim.", you laughed, but put your hands around his neck and pulled him closer to you.

Jimin grinned into the kiss. "Apparently yes," he muttered as you kissed him deeply.

But suddenly you heard how the door was unlocked and jumped away from Jimin, who just looked at you questioningly. "Hello darling, I hope you have gained enough distance, I missed you -", Mark's gaze met Jimin's and he fell silent. You only looked from one to the other and were slowly getting scared, if looks could kill both would be dead now.

At some point, Jimin's gaze broke away from Mark and he looked at you. "I thought there was nothing?" - "There wasn't ..."

"Oh, so our relationship was nothing?", Mark raised his voice.

"I did it for Minne! She needed her father and I thought it was the right thing ..." You fell silent. "So you lied yesterday?" Jimin asked coldly. "No, I didn't! Nothing ever happened between us." Mark ran up to you, but Jimin immediately stood protectively in front of you and looked at him aggressively. "Come one step closer and it won’t turn out good for you."

"Y/N, let's talk about it. We are Minne's parents, don't you want to be able to offer her an intact family?", Mark ignored Jimin's words and spoke directly to you. You wanted the best for your daughter, but you also wanted the best for yourself. You didn't want to lose Jimin again. "Please go, Mark. We'll talk another time about how we manage everything regarding Minne, okay?.", you tried to say calmly, but your voice was still trembling. “You are her father and you always will be. But my love life does not depend on this. I’m sure we will find a good solution that will make everyone happy.” You were sorry to the marrow, but you loved Jimin more than anything and there was no point in denying it.

"You can't be serious?", Mark asked with a sarcastic laugh and took a step closer.

"Didn't you hear her?" Jimin pressed out. You immediately noticed how angry Jimin got and that his patience would soon find an end, so you put your hand comfortingly on his back and he let out a heavy breath. “Mark, I am really sorry that my decision hurts you, but this isn’t right for us. I am not happy and I’m sure you are not happy with me either. I never gave you what you needed and you are someone that deserves more than this.”, you tried to explain and you meant every word of it. “I really like you and I want you to be a part of my and Minnes life, but in a different way. I’m sorry.”

Without another word, Mark stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door behind him. Jimin turned to you and looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"I didn't lie, nothing happened between us. He only kissed me now and then, but otherwise nothing happened. We didn’t even call it a relationship."

"He cuddled with you, saw you every day and touched you. Just because you didn't have sex I'm not completely relieved.” You sighed in frustration. "I understand you, but you really don't have to worry, I never wanted him the way I want you." Suddenly you felt Jimin's tight grip on your waist and how he pressed you against the wall. "You were a bad girl when I was gone," he said quietly, looking straight into your eyes. You looked at him in surprise and opened your mouth, but said nothing.

"Do I have to punish you?"

"Jiminie...?"

"It’s Jimin for you.", he corrected you and gave you a cheeky grin.

"What-"

"Hush baby, don't say anything," he whispered against your lips. "I didn't like the way he looked at you at all. That he always had you with him for the last few years. That makes me very sad." Jimin licked his lips playfully and lightly touched yours with it.

"You'll have to make it up to me. I thought about round two we were talking about already...” You sighed in relief as you heard his chuckle. “Hey stop! I thought you were seriously upset about Mark, but then this..."

"I am really upset about it. But I can't do anything about it, I can't blame you for thinking of your daughter. I love you and I wanted to use my jealousy for both of us at least."

"You're crazy," you muttered, giggling against Jimin's chest, as he pulled you closer in his arms. "Crazy about you." He kissed your forehead and sighed happily.

"Part of me wishes that Mark never comes near you, but I understand that he's Minne's dad. I can't just push myself in between. I'm sorry if I might be in a bad mood in the future when he’s over to visit Minne, but be sure that I can understand."

"You really are the most understanding man that I know.", you stated astonished and once again overjoyed to be able to call him your boyfriend again.

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Love Sick | JHS

♡ Summary: When you’re sick on your favorite holiday, Hoseok just wants to make you feel better. ♡ Pairing: Hoseok x Gender Neutral!Reader ♡ Genre: Fluff, established relationship ♡ Rating: G ♡ Warnings: None ♡ Word Count: 1.8k ♡ A/N: For @btsholidaybingo. Halloween may be over on the calendar, but it still lives on in my heart and through my Halloween wips that I’m still working through. Bingo Square: Horror Movies

Jiminie: Hyung is freaking out because you're not answering his calls or texts

You sigh when your phone vibrates for what seems like the hundredth time and finally look at it.

Y/n: Sorry, I've been asleep all day

That isn’t a lie. You had slept most of the early morning away. The rest of the day was spent watching bad Netflix horror movies and throwing up what was left of your tainted dinner from the previous night. Of all the days your body decides it’s time to be ill, being sick on your favorite holiday was truly a betrayal.

Jiminie: All day? It's nearly four, and it’s Halloween. What's wrong?

Y/n: Nothing! I’m pretty sure I just have food poisoning.

Y/n: DON'T TELL HOSEOK. I don't want him worrying about me. You know how he is when I’m sick.

You should've known not to trust Jimin to keep your secret. Out of all of the members, you’re closest to Jimin and trust him most. Even so, you know this little tidbit of information is going to slip through his friend filter and that he’s going to tell Hoseok out of worry for you.

Not even half an hour after you’ve sent him the text and he replies with an 'okay,’ you hear your front door open. You bury yourself further under the covers and groan, making a mental note to exact revenge on Jimin when you feel better.

"Y/n!?"

As annoyed as you are with Jimin, you can’t help but smile at the sound of Hoseok's voice. It’s one of your favorite sounds.

"In my room!" You manage to croak out, throat feeling raw. You listen to his footsteps rushing down the hall and the crinkling of a paper bag. You smile at the sight of your boyfriend, looking at you with eyes full of concern

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick!?" Hoseok sets the bag on your bedside table and gingerly climbs into bed next to you.

"I didn't want to worry you. Plus, you guys have that huge Halloween party going down at Big Hit tonight. I wanted you to enjoy your day."

Hoseok smiles warmly at you before pulling the comforter back to see more of your face. "Baby, you should already know that I would give up any and every party to spend my day with you. I always enjoy being with you, sickness that you neglect to tell me about, and all." He reaches over to cup your face and frowns.”You’re so clammy, Y/n.”

You shrug. “I’ve been trapped in the bathroom for most of the day. I’ve probably thrown up all my fluids.”

“When’s the last time you drank some water?”

Good question. “Uh…”

Hoseok clicks his tongue in disapproval before grabbing the bag he brought with him. "Well, before I came over, I stopped at the store for medicine. I brought candy, popcorn, and tea, but meds come first because I know you haven’t taken any.” He gives you a look. He wasn’t wrong. “I wasn't sure what symptoms you had, so I got one that covers all kinds of food poisoning symptoms. This one is for nausea, upset stomach, diarrhea, stomach cramps, bloating, and indigestion. Do you have all of these?"

"Unfortunately.”

"Good, now open up." Hoseok insists on feeding you the medicine himself, and after a lot of whining on your part, you eventually take it, complaining about how gross it is the entire time while Hoseok just laughs. Thankfully, he lets you handle the task of drinking a glass of water yourself.

"Thank you, Hobi. You don't have to stick around anymore if you-"

"Hey, I already said I’m spending my time with you. I’m here to celebrate Halloween with you. Now keep drinking your water and stay here. I'm going to go make you some tea and soup."

"But-"

"No, buts! I'm making you something to eat, and that's that." Hoseok offers you a smile and leans down to place a small kiss on your forehead before leaving the room.

You sigh and continue to sip your water in silence. He’s being his usual selfless and considerate self, but this is the main reason you hadn’t wanted him to find out. Hoseok had a habit of babying you any way he could when you were sick. It was sweet, but also tiring.

Twenty minutes or so later, Hoseok comes back into the room with a small tray. It has a steaming bowl of soup in the middle and a cup of tea on it. You also notice a few small packs of crackers around the bowl. "I know you like saltines with your soup, so I brought some too."

"And the tea?"

"Four sugars, honey, and a splash of creamer. I even put a little extra honey, so it'll ease your throat." You smile at your boyfriend as he takes a seat on the bed next to you. Your prop yourself up against your pillows and situate the tray on your lap. Before you can pick up your spoon, Hoseok has it in his hands. He brings it up to your lips after blowing on the hot food.

"Hoseok, I can feed myself, you know."

"I know, but I just want to help you." He breaks into his bright, heart-melting smile, leaving you no room to object. You let out a groan before opening your mouth and letting him feed you.

Once you’re done eating and have your tea, which he made sure to blow on to cool it down for you, he draws you a warm bath, explaining that it'll help with your stomach cramps. “Here, let help you.” He reaches to lift your shirt, but you bat his hands away.

“I got it, Hobi.”

“Well, I can wash you up. You’re probably still feeling tired.”

“No, that’s okay, babe.”

“I can at least stay in here to make sure you’re safe. In case you get too hot and-”

“I can do it myself!” You snap at him, pushing him out of the bathroom. As flattered as you are by how much he’s willing to help, it was starting to annoy you.

When you emerge from the bathroom half an hour later, you do have to admit that you’re feeling better. Hoseok is sitting on your bed, scrolling through his phone and he jumps up when you enter. He makes a move to leave, but you stop him.

"It's okay. You can stay." You send him a smile before making your way over to your dresser.

"Y/n, I uh, I’m sorry that I made you so mad. I promise I only want to help you. I didn’t mean to upset you."

Once you are in a fresh pair of pajamas, you crawl into bed, tugging his hand to bring him with you. Hoseok situates himself in bed and pulls you to lie against him.

"First of all, I'm not mad," you begin. "I know you mean well. It's just the fact that you always tend to hover over me when I’m sick and do things you don't need to do. I just have a stomach bug. I’m not paralyzed or dying. I can take off my own clothes and eat my own soup. I'm grateful to have you here to take care of me, but you're worrying too much."

Hoseok sighs and begins rubbing your arm. "I'm sorry. I care about you too much to not want to dote on you, you know. I love you."

"I love you too, and thank you for your concern. I actually feel way better than I did this morning." You glance up at him, seeing that wonderful grin on his face.

"See, I knew the bath would help! Is there anything else you need or want? Something Halloween-y, perhaps?"

You think for a few seconds before lacing your fingers through his. "Watch horror movies with me?" Knowing how stressed scary movies make him, you assume he’ll suggest something else, but to your surprise, he nods, albeit visibly reluctant.

"Anything for you,” he chirps, voice a little too high pitched. Hoseok leans down to lightly kiss the top of your head before getting out of bed. “Pick whatever you want. I’m going to make some popcorn. I think you’ve earned it since you’re feeling a little better.”

You scroll through Netflix looking for a movie as you wait for him, deciding on one of your favorites, The Conjuring. When he gets back, he’s balancing a big bowl of popcorn in one hand and a few mini Milky Ways and Twix bars in the other.

After getting situated, he pulls you into his chest again, and you can hear how fast his heart is beating.

“Hobi, are you sure this is a good idea? You know how you get with horror stuff. We can do something else.”

“Y/n, please, I’ll be fine because I’m with you.” He does his best to reassure you as he turns the lamp on the bedside table off.

An hour into the movie and he is most certainly not doing fine. He’s already screamed four times and nearly knocked over the popcorn. At some point, he’d taken your comforter and cocooned himself into it to hide in the fabric.

The movie is more than halfway through when a particular spook has Hoseok falling off the bed in shock. You fish the remote from underneath a pillow and stop the movie, exiting out of Netflix altogether. Out of all the times he’s attempted to watch horror movies with you, this is the longest he’s lasted through a movie, so you decide to give him a break today.

“Babe, what are you doing?” He asks from the mound of fluff on the floor.

“I’m changing the movie, Hobi.”

“Yeah, but-“

“Too late, the movie is already off. I appreciate that you want to spend time doing something I want, but I have other Halloween movies I like that will be kinder to you.”

Hoseok seems to recognize the opening of Hocus Pocus, springing up from the floor as the movie starts. He climbs back onto the bed to cuddle with you again.

“You know I love you, right Y/n?” His sudden question surprises you, and you look up at him only to see him staring right back at you.

“Of course. And you know I love you.” He beams at you, kissing you tenderly and pulling away before you can get lost in his lips.

“Good, because I’ll need you to hold me when Billy comes on screen. He’s entirely too creepy for a Disney movie.” You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out as you snuggle closer to Hoseok. This year’s Halloween is turning out not to be the worst, after all, thanks to Hoseok and his love for you that you can practically feel radiating off of him, making you feel much better.

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"is that so? what a small world we live in!" of course, i don't mention the strange coincidence and leave it at the back of my mind. min yoongi is a respected artist, so it's no big surprise if he's got connections with a lot of people. i giggle at his words before shaking my head. "please! mr min taught me everything i know and i'm just fortunate enough to have gone under his tutelage."

i smile to myself, remembering the sessions i got with him, before focusing back on the conversation. jimin takes one look at the card and pockets it, but i keep mine in my hands. at his words, i look up from the card and beam at him. "i would very much appreciate that! having the company of someone i know would definitely ease my nerves a bit," i giggle before looking up at jimin. "jiminie, will you go too? i know you're busy and you don't need the program as much as i do, but i'd really love to have you with me."

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Hoseok nodded at your effusive praise of Yoongi. "I can see you really admire him." The smile on your face drew out his own smile, yet he couldn't help but feel a prickle of some other emotion. He pushed it away, however; despite this inexplicable attraction and familiarity, he had to remember that he just met you. He had no right to feel... territorial, he was too level-headed to get caught up in this soulmate business, and you probably wouldn't even appreciate it.

At your question, Jimin glanced from you and Hoseok, a rather doubtful look on his face. "I'll try, but I'm not sure if I'll have time. You don't have to worry about anything though, I'm sure Mr. Jung would be incredibly attentive." Despite the rather mischievous grin on the other man's face, Hoseok beamed. He rather had the feeling that Jimin would make things go well, whatever 'well' meant.

"Mr. Jung, we've been looking all over for you. We were starting to wonder if the host had gone missing." Despite his laughter, there was an undertone of displeasure in Mr. Han's words. Hoseok apologized, realizing he had neglected the other guests. Mr. Han was accompanied by Solbin, his second daughter, and while Hoseok would've normally kissed her hand, he simply shook it. Turning to you again, he squeezed your hand, promising, "I'll be back soon, Ms. Fadri." And he really didn't intend to keep you waiting.

#soulmate!hoseok #momorini #bts rp #hoseok au #hoseok rp #bts roleplay

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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Brimstone

A/n: This is a commission for my girl @thiccasswonhoruinedmylife ....since it's spoopy season, I decided on a demon au! 😈 This will also function as the Jimin part of my KSC Halloween Project!

Summary: You’re lonely and frustrated, and you haven’t been able to meet a man to fulfill your needs...so one day you decide to see if a crossroads spell can answer your wishes - and instead of one man, you end up with three, Jongin, Jimin, and Taemin.

Warnings: don't read if you wanna go to heaven, the most filth I have ever written I am blushing and I don't blush, group sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, double penetration (wait triple penetration?), spanking, oral sex (male receiving), degradation, unprotected sex (they're demons but you should wrap it up irl), dirty talk, marking, choking, bondage, there's a little demon blood idk fam, I need Jesus, I cannot stress enough how filthy this is

Word Count: 2343 of absolute sin

When you buried a box with a lock of your hair in it at a crossroads, you weren't expecting much of anything to happen.

You were just tired of being lonely and....well, sexually frustrated.

Every man you met fell short somehow. Maybe you were too picky, but you hated the idea of settling for less.

So when you found a book at the library about witchcraft and getting your true desire...you figured: what have I got to lose?

So you drew the pentagram, buried the box with a black ribbon wrapped around your lock of hair, and....nothing happened.

You heave a deep sigh and hike back home, taking a shower to rid yourself of the sweat and dirt on your body from digging with your bare hands.

You fall in to bed naked, exhausted, drifting off to sleep in minutes.

You think you're dreaming at first, when you hear a low voice.

"So nice of her to leave the ribbon."

You feel a hand on your back, cool fingers sliding down your spine.

You struggle to open your eyes, but you feel stuck, almost paralyzed.

"Should I tie it around her pretty neck?" You hear a different voice, lilting, almost singsong, and a different, smaller hand on the nape of your neck.

"Now, now, Jiminie, she's new to this, and so is our recently fallen. Let's save that for later."

It's the first voice again, low and commanding. You could swear you heard a smirk in it.

"Maybe...her wrists?" It's yet another voice, a hesitant baritone.

You hear a deep chuckle. "Brilliant, Jongin. You're a quick study."

Your heart is thudding against your chest but you somehow don't feel afraid, knowing this is the result of your efforts.

Goosebumps are popping out along your skin, and you let out a little whimper when the hand on your neck presses down a bit, finally opening your eyes.

The hand loosens on your neck and a ridiculously handsome face comes into view as a man crouches down by your bed.

"Glad you're awake, sleeping beauty." He says in that lilting tone, giving you a bright smile.

You feel your wrists being tied behind your back, just above your ass, the silk of the ribbon slipping on your skin. It's a tight knot, one you couldn't wiggle out of if you tried.

You can't see all of the man with his dark eyes trained on your face, but he's shirtless, you can see his shoulders and collarbone.

"Who...who are you?" You manage, voice hoarse.

"I have a lot of names. We all do. You can call me Jimin, though. All my friends do, and we," he stops speaking to kiss your cheek, softly. "Are going to be very good friends."

"Shouldn't we sit her up? To introduce ourselves? We owe her that, yeah?"

It's the hesitant, sweet baritone again, and you try and turn your head but the hand (Jimin's, you assume) tightens again.

The commanding voice, the one you've come to think of as the ringleader, speaks again.

"Come now, Jongin. She's the one who owes us. But given that her gift summoned all three of us, something tells me she's ready to pay her debt."

The hand on your back moves, both hands flipping you over, almost gently, into a seated position, your back against the headboard.

You look up to see a bleached blonde with an eyebrow scar and a wicked smirk.

Your eyes dart around the room and you see another man, darker than the other two, taller, a bit wider across the chest, a dirty blonde with his long hair tied back in a ponytail.

The one called Jimin is still crouched beside you.

They're all naked, perfect specimens, with dancer's bodies, lithe and muscular without being bulky.

None of them are hard, not yet, but you can tell none of them are small by any stretch of the imagination, and you swallow hard before you speak, a little uncomfortable with your arms strained behind your back.

The blonde with the eyebrow scar licks his lips, still smirking at you. "Call me Taemin. Like what you see, pretty?"

You can't seem to make words, so you just nod.

Taemin loses his smile. "You should answer me when I'm speaking to you, pretty."

"Ye-yes," you stutter.

Quick, like a snake, his hand darts out to grab your chin tight. "Yes, what?"

He raises a scarred eyebrow and heat floods through your body.

"Yes, sir."

He smiles again and releases your chin.

"Better. Jongin, introduce yourself to the lady. Don't be rude."

The one with the ponytail steps forward, not meeting your eyes at first, gaze slowly moving up your body to your face.

"I'm Jongin. Forgive me, this is my first time."

"Your first....first time doing what?"

He blinks, eyes wide. "Corrupting a soul, of course."

"Corrupting-"

"Don't play dumb, pretty." Taemin says, a bit harshly. "You buried the box. Your energy summoned all three of us. You've been denying yourself. Denying your basic instincts."

He crawls up on the bed, hands smooth on your thighs, forcing them apart to look down at your sex with hungry eyes.

"You've been neglecting this pretty cunt." He finishes, and ducks his head to bite the soft flesh of your inner thigh, making you gasp.

"What a shame that is," Jimin murmurs in your ear, hand on the nape of your neck again.

"It does seem a shame," Jongin agrees, flushing a bit as he sits down on the bed, wrapping a hand around your thigh.

"What...what are you gonna do to me?" You stutter, and it's Taemin who answers, lifting his head from your skin.

"Why, everything you've ever dreamed, sweetheart."

It's matter of fact, and you feel yourself flood, wetter than you've ever been, and you let out a whimper.

Jimin bites at your shoulder gently. "Don't you worry, baby. We'll take care of you. The energy that summoned us tells us what you can handle, but if anything gets to be too much, just say the word...."

"What's... what's the word?" Your voice is shaking.

"Brimstone," Taemin says, lifting the corner of his mouth in a wicked smile.

Jongin is stroking your leg, from your ankle up to your knee and back again. "Are you ready, Y/n?"

You startle at the sound of your name, distracted by the three men touching you, Jimin with his mouth on your throat, hand tight on the nape of your neck, Taemin licking up your inner thigh.

"Ready as I'll ever be- ah!" You break off your sentence in a cry when Taemin forces your legs further apart and flattens his tongue against your clit.

You're surprised it isn't forked, but he moves it as if it is, like a snake hissing, and you arch your back against Jimin, who's shifted behind you, hands moving to your breasts, palms skating over your pebbled nipples.

Jimin has grown hard against you, pressing into your lower back, and he bites into your shoulder again, the slight pain only increasing the pleasure at your core.

You have your eyes squeezed shut and you let out a little surprised sound in the back of your throat when you feel a pair of pillowy lips on yours, a warm tongue in your mouth.

Your eyes fly open and it's Jongin kissing you, the line of his jaw unmistakable in your peripheral vision, and you can't help biting down on his lower lip when you come, trying to close your thighs, but Taemin's hands are tight on your skin, forcing them apart.

You taste sweetness on your tongue, followed by a tart iron, and it's unlike anything you've ever tasted.

Jongin jerks his head back, touching his lips, a smile spreading across his face. "Ah, naughty Jagi. It might not be so hard to corrupt you after all."

Jimin moans against your throat, rutting into you. "I can smell her, Taemin. She's ready, yeah?"

Taemin blows out a breath against your cunt, making you gasp in a breath.

"You incubi, always so impatient."

Jimin whines a bit, the sound shooting heat through you, and Jongin kisses you again, the bittersweet taste of his blood bursting on your taste buds, making your head feel light on your shoulders.

Taemin laps at you slowly, painfully slowly, and while you're still pulsing from your orgasm he shoves two fingers inside you, making you yelp into Jongin's mouth.

Taemin hums against your clit before mercifully lifting his head, pumping his long fingers in and out of you slowly.

"You're so tight, pretty. Jiminie, help me loosen her up, yeah?"

Jimin grunts against your shoulder and wedges his hand, fingers dancing along your spine.

Jongin tosses him something, and you're too blissed out to worry about it, with Taemin's eyes trained on yours as he drags his fingers across your gspot.

"Oh, oh fuck!"

You cry out as you feel Jimin's lubed fingers circling your asshole, and as if they'd planned this, that's when Taemin latches onto your clit, fingers never slowing, and Jongin drops his head to your breast to drag his teeth across your nipple.

Your arms are aching from how you're rocking back and forth, against Taemin's fingers and then Jimin's, your nerve endings on fire.

"Please," you whimper. "Please, please...."

Taemin chuckles against you, vibrating your clit. "I do love it when they beg. Are you ready for us, pretty?"

Jimin is scissoring his fingers inside you, and it burns but it feels so fucking good, and you whine again.

"I'm ready, I'm ready," you chant, barely able to focus.

Both Jimin and Taemin remove their fingers and you groan at how empty you feel, but then Jimin is lifting your hips and pressing the head of his cock against your asshole, and you let out a bark of pleasure.

Taemin moves off the bed to stand at your side, and Jongin takes his place, getting on his knees, and you're only able to appreciate the pretty curve of his cock for a moment before he angles up into your cunt, letting out a breathy moan.

It's unreal, how your whole body is aflame, and you guess they're demons for a reason but hell feels so sweet, Jimin's mouth on the back of your neck, and you're hanging your head until Taemin takes your chin in his hand firmly again and twists you to face him.

He's got his other hand on his cock, thicker than the two inside you, and you feel saliva filling your mouth as you watch him stroke himself.

"Baby needs something in her mouth, hyung," Jongin says, tone low, and you're surprised that it's him instead of Jimin who's said it.

Jimin is busy wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to restrict, but not enough that you can't speak, his tongue licking up the side of your neck to your earlobe.

Taemin releases your chin and forces two fingers in your mouth, and you can taste yourself on them. He presses against your tongue and teeth as you suck, moaning, and you gag, just a bit.

He gives you that wicked half smirk again and then takes the back of your head. You expect him to shove his cock in your mouth, but instead he ducks his head to kiss you, slow and deep, and when he pulls away he thumbs at your bottom lip.

Your mouth drops open obediently, your head fuzzy, pleasure rocketing up your spine as first Jimin, and then Jongin start to move.

Jimin bounces you on his cock, landing a resounding smack on your ass, while Jongin thrusts up into you, and your second orgasm is building so fast you think you might explode.

"Good girl. Pretty girl," Taemin praises, and taps the head of his cock on your tongue before shoving it in your mouth, hand gentle on the back of your head.

You're stuffed to the brim, your whole body quaking, and somehow the taste of Taemin in your mouth, salty and sweet, just like Jongin's mouth, sends you over the edge, and you're gushing, squirting all over Jongin and Jimin, crying out around Taemin's cock.

You manage to hollow your cheeks, cover your teeth while he fucks your mouth, and Jimin's hands on your hips and Jongin's on your shoulders as they fuck you is the only thing keeping you upright.

"Fucking Christ!" Jimin cries out, coming inside your ass, and it's so hot, like fire, spreading pleasure up your spine.

Taemin laughs again, low in his chest.

"No room for him here, Jiminie." He strokes your face, speaking to you low, almost conspiratorially. "I told you incubi were impatient."

You suck harder, staring up into his eyes and his smirk fades.

"You are a good girl," he moans, for the first time losing his composure, and it makes you proud, Jimin panting against your neck, Jongin letting loose these deep moans, spilling deep in your cunt, hot just like Jimin, your cunt pulsing around him to milk him in your aftershock.

Taemin is last, just as you'd imagined, and you swirl your tongue around him when he thrusts into your mouth deep enough to make you gag, make your eyes water.

His come tastes almost like bittersweet chocolate. You swallow every drop, sucking harder, and he groans and tugs your hair to pop your suction.

You're not sure if you black out or if from come is some kind of sedative, but you don't remember who carries you to the bath, or who washes your hair. You remember, vaguely, someone humming into your ear, a lullaby your mother had written for you, one only you should know.

You're tucked into bed, your hair towel dried, body aching, and you feel a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Did I...did I do well? Am I corrupted?" You slur, slipping into sleep.

You don't think you'll ever forget Taemin's low chuckle, the way he kisses your lips softly.

"Oh, pretty. Sweet girl. Rest now. We've only just begun."

#ksmutclub #2k words #park jimin x reader #lee taemin x reader #kim jongin x reader #jimin x reader x taemin x jongin #this is a LOT #shinee smut #exo smut #bts smut #commission #kscproject

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barbika1508 · 5 years

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The cookie disaster (Fennec Fox! Jimin x Reader)

Word Count: 3,5k

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Feels, All-around cuteness

Pairing: Hybrid! Park Jimin x Reader

Warnings: Cursing probably

Summary: Foxes are mischievous by nature, that’s a well-known fact. So, living with one his antics are more or less expected. Even if it does end up in having more work than calmness. But they are just simply irresistible no matter the mess, or disarray or the cuteness that follows which makes you fall in love with them even more.

I stare unamused as the character on screen jumps not grabbing onto the ledge, and the height I’ve reached, of course she dies instantaneously falling off the building, her groan ringing throughout the headphones I have on. I wait as the loading screen appears, glancing at my phone briefly skidding over the messages but decide against replying. It’s a Sunday, so I can afford to neglect others. Glancing outside the window it’s still dark and gloomy and there it is rain. Finally, the whole morning and yesterday night the air was filled with tension from it. But also, this means that the date is definitely candled tonight and my wallet is for sure weeping with joy because its fine going to the cinema, I can do cinema even twice a week but I know for sure that after we’d have to go to a restaurant to eat, maybe stop by the arcades on the way back or karaoke place or both. And that’s just putting my money away, in a good way don’t get me wrong, but I like food and to buy groceries properly and rent and not worry too much about those issues.

So luckily, we can spend the day at home, make something to eat if we’re not too lazy…correction if I’m not that lazy to cook up something. But it’s barely 11am, and I’m still in my PJ’s so I don’t think much activity is going to happen. The screen lighting up gets my attention back, where my character is hanging of the edge of the building in the same place I begun before I died. So now I slowly move her upwards, the theme music ringing in my ears chatter dying down the more she goes up. I start tapping my foot feeling impatient, stopping quickly as the controller I’m holding suddenly starts vibrating, enemies not a moment later appearing and attacking me.

I mash the buttons quickly, battling them all off ending up victorious. It doesn’t last long as suddenly something plops before me, scaring me to the point I let out a yelp and almost let go of my controller swinging it before me.

I stare at Jimin’s unimpressed look, immediately noticing how puffed his face is, eyes red rimmed and glossy, his long blonde ears lowered back over his head.

‘’Sorry.’’ I manage to get out, straightening myself back up leaving the controller on the couch next to me, as I’m in the living room. I had the PS in our bedroom, but I ended up playing all the time which did influence on my health unluckily in a bad way ‘’What’s wrong, what happened?’’ I ask quickly raising my hands up to cup his cheeks as he remains kneeling before me, hands loosely placed on both sides of me, while he averts his eyes looking extremely sad, which is already breaking my heart.

‘’I’m a failure.’’ He states which has my heart hammering in my chest all the more ‘’Why do you even keep me Noona I’m such a failure in everything I do!’’ his voice goes higher and he looks at me with so much sadness in his eyes, but ends up pressing his head into my stomach by the end of his speech, arms wrapping around me tightly. His ears brush under my chin as my brain quickly processes what’s happening, the outburst catching me completely of guard. I left him half an hour ago to his devices, with the recipe book and all the needed ingredients on the dining table. What happened for him to be like this all of the sudden?

‘’Who said that?’’ I ask placing my hands down carefully, over his ears letting the fingers of my right-hand slide into his soft, velvety blonde locks while with my left hand, I try reaching down to brush the side of my pointing finger over his cheek. But he quickly turns his head, hiding further. His tail which usually dances behind his back, is wrapped around himself ‘’My prince you aren’t a failure. Never would anyone think that. Please don’t say or even remotely believe it.’’ I try keeping my voice calm and gentle as I pet his hair. His chest vibrates against my sides, meaning he’s silently purring so I continue with my touches, bending my hand so I can scratch gently near his ears those spots always rendering him putty in my hold.

‘’But it’s true!’’ he states angrily, and then grabs my hand pulling it away as he looks up at me, face stopping inches away from my own ‘’I can’t even make something simple as cookies, I’m useless! I keep messing up the batter, it’s not the colour it’s supposed to be Noona, and it doesn’t taste good either!’’ he rants on eyes filling with more tears, while his hold on my forearm is getting tighter ‘’How am I supposed to take care of you if I can’t even cook you something! What kind of a mate am I then!’’ a sob wrecks through him, but I quickly dip down pressing my lips against his plush ones. He whimpers into the kiss, it’s why I keep it brief and lean my forehead against his cupping his cheek, letting my thumb push away the tears that are falling.

‘’You’re the perfect mate, Jiminie…’’ he whines more and shakes his head trying to back away but I’m used to his behaviour and follow after him, which results in me almost falling down off the couch, but his eyes widen instincts working so he catches me, tugging me onto his lap arms wounding tight around me gaze finding my own as he stares at me through watery eyes incredulous ‘’See?’’ I point out a bit smugly and offer a reassuring smile ‘’You’re not useless, as a matter of fact that word is forbidden in this household!’’ I announce loudly, planting my knees on the ground, while he relaxes to lowering his hands around my waist so he doesn’t have such a bruising hold on me.

‘’Noona…’’ he starts in protest but I’m shaking my head.

‘’Nope!!! Forbidden! Because you are the most wonderful, amazing, gorgeous creature I have ever seen and have the pleasure of even meeting let alone knowing you like I do!’’ he blinks at me for a moment expression blank ‘’And I’m grateful for having you in my life first of all, very, very grateful and I love you not only with my heart but my soul including too…’’ I raise an eyebrow to which he shakes his head a bit but a smile starts to tug on his lips, blush having already flushed his cheeks into an intense pink colour ‘’Also your singing, you’re like a siren your voice is like liquid gold and honey combined and its incredible how enamoured I get whenever you sing for me, and when you do oh my gods what a privilege I have. Your hands are the best because they fit in my own…’’ I demonstrate it quickly brining his hand to the front and intertwining our fingers together the notion making him giggle tears finally having stopped to run ‘’…and also, I love how strong your arms are, to hold me like this…’’ I wiggle a bit making him readjust his hold tugging me closer smiling wider now.

‘’Only for holding you?’’ he asks voice timid, despite the heated look he briefly gives me.

‘’And other things.’’ I reply clicking my tongue ‘’Also the way you giggle, and laugh…’’ I groan out loud throwing my head back ‘’It’s the best sound in the world!’’ my voice disappears into a whisper as I stare at him baffled while he shily looks at me, ears raising straight making him look so adorable ‘’Oh what you do to me, Jimin-ahhhhhhhhh…’’ I groan grabbing onto my hair as my heart pounds at how fucking gorgeous and adorable he is, just sitting and holding me. I feel his fluffy tail brush against my bare thigh as I’m in shorts, and remain there making itself known.

‘’Don’t exaggerate Noona.’’ He replies in a small voice but I can see he’s calmed down.

‘’Oh, you wish I was, this isn’t even the tip of the iceberg!’’ I exclaim ‘’Look at me I’m completely overwhelmed with love and adoration for you I can’t stop!’’ I go on half shouting which has his ears lowering but he remains smiling and leaning in closer, hand letting go of my own as he reaches around spreading his hand in between my shoulder blades holding me still while he goes to brush and nuzzle his nose against my own giving me Eskimo kisses.

‘’I’m going to cry!’’ I state which has him backing away looking at me worriedly ears flickering briefly before they stand up at attention again.

‘’Cry no why cry!?’’ he rushes checking me quickly, while I let out a long low groan.

‘’All these emotions for you…’’ I whisper strained acting dramatic, which has him rolling his eyes as he figures that nothings physically is wrong with me.

‘’You know the lucky one between you and me is…’’ again I interrupt him by leaning forward and pressing a peck on his lips startling him.

‘’Nope!’’ I says simply grinning and place both hands on his shoulders as I land another kiss on his cheek ‘’Don’t even.’’ Another kiss ‘’Now let me shower you with kisses.’’ True to my word I proceed to do it, rendering him a giggling mess. His tail that’s brushing against my knee isn’t helping me much, making me end up giggling not to long after having peppered his face with kisses something that I love doing whenever I can and remember that I can actually do. He is still so surreal to me.

‘’I love you.’’ The statement has me calming down and smiling shily still not fully used to him telling me that. It took him more time to get in accord with his feelings towards me than it took me. So whenever he does say it, my soul dies a little bit inside. (worth it)

The way he’s looking at me so fondly, almost having this sense of overwhelming on his face has me feeling even more emotional but I end up grinning widely even showing of my teeth for a moment.

‘’Impossible because I love you more.’’ I simply sing to which he shakes his head ‘’So shall we continue making your cookies or do you wanna watch me conquer the world?’’ The smile falters as he glances back towards the kitchen his ears twitching. After a moment he glances towards the TV ‘’We can just cuddle if you want.’’ He turns to look at me clearly thinking it over ‘’Plop in whatever CD you want, or hock up my phone and bam, cuddling time and I definitely won’t fall asleep this time.’’

He snorts at my comment in the end ‘’You always fall asleep.’’ He states amused while I cross my arms glaring at him, with a pout.

‘’I do not.’’ I grumble as he chuckles and presses a kiss to my temple.

‘’You do.’’ he whispers and then shifts with me briefly ‘’I want to continue making the cookies. Only if you’re helping.’’ Or in other words only if you’re finishing them. But I smile and nod.

‘’Alright, let’s do this.’’ I barely have time to pause my game which has been un-paused this whole time. Honestly, it’s a miracle that the enemy hasn’t respawned in the meantime. As we stand up, he practically glues himself to my back, not letting an inch of air stand between us as awkwardly I turn of the everything and then start to pull us forward into the kitchen, stopping briefly upon seeing the mess he made at the entrance. The trash can is out, something having been discharged in it.

He whimpers quietly behind me, but not quiet enough so I do hear him ‘’None of that, it’s alright. Cooking can get messy this is nothing.’’ I reassure him immediately making my way over to the sink, to get the sponge first before we walk over to the table, the fox hiding his face in the back of my neck, arms tightly wrapped around me but not uncomfortably so.

‘’But when you cook or Jin hyung nothing gets messy.’’ He mumbles as I wipe away the flour that’s practically all over the table, and probably some on the floor but that’s a problem for tomorrow to deal with.

‘’Oh, trust me it can get messy.’’ I snort ‘’I haven’t cooked or tried to do anything new in a while. I can try a new recipe next weekend then you’re going to see just how messy it can get.’’ I go on cleaning up the egg shells and taking the bowls he just left, with the dough half finished. I lift the three bowls in one hand meant to go clean them, but he’s faster.

‘’I’ll do it!’’ he says suddenly, sniffing my hair briefly before he grabs the bowls and rushes over to the sink which is surprising. He avoids doing the dishes at all costs.

‘’I can do them my prince I know how you don’t like getting your hands wet for so long.’’ I try to approach him but he growls a bit, not in a treating way. Just stubborn, he’s being stubborn.

‘’I can do it.’’ he persists already turning the faucet on, sticking his hands under the water and into the bowl.

‘’Alright, alright. If it’s too much just say.’’ I reply in a light casual tone, stepping over to the radio turning it on letting music play. We fall into comfortable silence as he washes away, and I clean the table, organizing the right ingredients, reading through the recipe a few times.

Just as I finish with putting everything we don’t need away, and stepping to the table he’s back wrapping himself behind my back, the bowls placed on the cooking book I had right in front of me as I was re-reading the recipe again. I smile as his tail brushes against my leg, arms wounding around me once more, his nose tickling the side of my neck, until he rests his chin over my shoulder.

‘’Told you I can do it.’’ he mumbles as I put the dried and squeaky-clean bowls to the side.

‘’Never doubted you.’’ To reward him I press a kiss to his cheek, going back to the recipe getting one bowl in front of me, as I push the book away.

‘’Noona?’’ he asks voice silent to which I hum in return acknowledging his question, but grab for the eggs to start breaking them as I take the other bowl pulling it closer ‘’Can you…’’ he falls silent as I break the eggs and separate them, getting the whisk at the end. I hum again trying to encourage him so he speaks up on his own ‘’Can you tell me whatelseyoulikeaboutme?’’ the last part is mumbled, words spoken fast and to top it he hides behind my shoulder again, while I stop whisking and try to understand in the first place what he just asked me

Given his mood and everything I quickly dot it together ‘’I like your tail.’’ He tenses behind me briefly hands flattening over my stomach ‘’I love that you’re maintaining your fur so much, because it makes me want to brush your tail or hair too all the damn time. And whenever you brush your tail against my skin…I like the feeling.’’ I admit a small blush spreading over my cheeks ‘’I like your ears too.’’

‘’Aren’t they do big?’’ he asks peaking over my shoulder again.

‘’Not at all.’’ I admit honestly and immediately ‘’I like the way they are.’’ I glance up on top of his head, well try to as he suddenly flattens them over his head ‘’Again soft, velvety and cute plus you hear everything which is awesome.’’ Reaching up with my left hand I make my point by brushing my fingers over his left ear gently his other straightening up more ‘’Wish I had better hearing.’’ I mumble which has him giggling briefly.

‘’It’s because of the headphones you wear all the time.’’ it’s a complaint, so I move my arm backwards gently pressing my elbow to his side. It has him giggling and pushing my arm forward again easily, lips pressing two kisses to my neck.

‘’What else am I doing wrong?’’ I ask putting in some vanilla extract and other things in, mixing them all together slowly but thoroughly.

‘’Not drinking water enough. Or eating regularly at work. Or…’’ he starts to list of things.

‘’Heiiiiiiii!!!’’ I exclaim making him laugh adorably hiding his face into my shoulder again ‘’Rude! Why are you so mean to me?’’ I end up whining.

‘’You asked me to tell you.’’ He goes on innocently making me shake my head.

‘’Such a mischievous fox. Aigo, aigooo.’’ I sigh in the end as he chuckles hands moving over me, teasingly but not purposefully tickling me or anything. He’s getting playful which is a good sign.

‘’When will the cookies be done?’’ he asks peaking properly over my shoulder, leaning his head over even sniffing the scents of the ingredients ‘’Whoah it looks way better than mine did.’’

I want to retort something in return about me doing all the work but I don’t want to upset him so I keep silent about the first comment ‘’Judging by the dough in the trash I saw, yours looked alright just not mixed enough that’s all.’’

At this he leans to the side to look at me properly but I keep my gaze down on what I’m doing abandoning the whisk in favour of mixing the dough with my hands as its getting the right texture ‘’I did good?’’

The way he asks makes my heart flutter ‘’Of course you did, my prince.’’ I smile confidently turning to look at his startled expression the negative emotions from before hopefully disappearing completely ‘’You did better than I did my first time even. I didn’t make the dough sweet enough and to top it I burned the cookies.’’ A small lie but he doesn’t need to know that. He cuddles himself back to me, breath tickling me a bit over my neck but I keep silent smiling as I clear away the table, and take the cookie models into my hands picking my favourite shapes ‘’You think you can shape the cookies by yourself?’’

His hold tightens around me, a small growl leaving from his lips which I felt before I heard ‘’I’m not letting you go, you’re stuck with me.’’

‘’I’m just going to turn on the oven.’’ I point out amused while he licks at the side of my neck, plainly scent marking me all of the sudden ‘’Plus we need the roller which is behind us.’’ I whisper as he seems too preoccupied with his new priority of scent marking me.

‘’You promise you won’t leave?’’ he asks finally stopping, raising his nose into my hair instead.

‘’I have nowhere else I want to be Jimin-ah. Plus, I’m hungry for cookies.’’ Turning in his arms he looks at me seriously, which only makes me more amused at his behaviour. He’s being adorable again, unknowingly so this time.

‘’Fine.’’ He pouts and in an reluctant way pulls his arms back his hand stopping on my hips ’’But I want a kiss.’’ He states and before I can even register the words fully, he’s leaning in pressing me against the table, lips brushing over my own. Automatically I return the kiss with equal amount of passion, but the sly fox he is he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in expertly making me moan into the kiss while my brain jumpstarts in a slow process to return back the affection. I had my hands hovering at the sides not to ruing his t-shirt as they have traces of flower on them, but right now I don’t think twice and grab his t-shirt pulling him closer as much as I can.

He follows my tugging, pressing himself against me lips demanding, as well as tongue that circles my own, making me heat up, as well as sends quick electric currents to my core, at the sudden dominance.

Running out of air regretfully so he’s the one who pulls back staring at me with hooded eyes and cheeks flushed but now because of other reasons. He pecks my nose suddenly and smiles wider straightening up ‘’C’mon let’s finish up these cookies, I saw a movie I want to watch and you offered cuddles.’’ With that he’s turning around and heading off to rummage through the drawers to find the roller. O-okay. You’d think I’d be used to his behaviour after living with him for so long, but no definitely still not used to the mischief he can unleash. Wouldn’t have it any other way though.

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cigarettesnsex · 5 years

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cigar no. 22

"to drown in your ocean..."

00:30

To be honest, I'm unsure of where to start with this. Do I tell you how we met or what happened afterwards?

Okay, well now that I think about it that wouldn't make much sense so I'll tell you how we met. He was a transfer student. Typical cliche I know but nothing about him turned about to be cliche.

In fact, they way we met was quite tragic really. He almost hit me in the face with a soccer ball he'd kicked during gym class. Maybe I should've known then. Though you can't possibly judge a person by the way the kick a soccer ball right?

(a chuckle )

Through high school we were the perfect couple if you will. A couple that only a few people at school knew about and of course my mom.

She was always accepting of me. Dad however...

Anyway! Back to the story. We were a classic Bonnie and Clyde if you will with a Titanic ending. Not that I'd seen it coming but it came either way. Just like every day after that.

Now, you may be wondering where this really all began seeing as my vagueness isn't helping anyone.

I believe it was the day he came home and asked me, "If I left you today would you still love me?"

taehyung sits in the living room. he stares ahead blankly at the tv with the black headphones atop his head.

the yellow walkman is right next to him looking more lifeless than taehyung felt. yoongi has left him with this about thirty minutes ago and he had ignored it until curiosity got the best of him.

well, curiosity wasn't exactly the right word to use. a burning desire to know was more like it.

and maybe burning wasn't the right word for it either when in reality he felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on his head.

jimin's voice had sounded so...lifeless that taehyung was afraid to continue.

The more I know the more chances I'll have of helping Jimin.

that's what taehyung had convinced himself of but he was unsure if he'd be able to stay still once it was done. yoongi said it'd taken him three whole days to get through the whole thing but taehyung has a feeling he'd be done before then.

sighing deeply through his nose taehyung grabbed the walkman and pressed play.

Of course, when you hear that you think, "What type of question is that?" And at the time I was too naive to even question it. I could only respond with a, "Wherever you go I'm sure to follow."

Oh, what a fool I was. The way his eyes flared at me his lip set in hard line should've told me then. Hell, the way he smiled right after should've raised the flag.

But like a sap I was drunk off love and high on my emotions. So, I brushed it off though the question came to visit me again soon thereafter.

"If I left you today would you still love me?"

"Why would you leave if you love me so much?"

That response is what I believe triggered him. I can still feel the way he'd wrapped his hands around my neck squeezing as he yelled at me for asking such a thing. Said someone like me shouldn't care about whether or not someone cared about me cause I was just another body to them.

A space in which was being wrongly occupied. Said that if I were to disappear that day no one would miss me. In a way, I suppose he was right. Who would miss someone like me.

From there I guess it only went up in spirits you know. He didn't get physical with me again but the condescending words never stopped or the disgusted looks.

To look at someone as if they are just vile is worth than baring a physical mark around your neck.

To think I was so weak.

"you're not weak Jiminie. you've never been weak."

taehyung speaks out into the darkness even though jimin is just down the hall. though the jimin he speaks to us one trapped on a cassette tape. his words reaching no one's ears but his own until now. to think that jimin carries this much inside him both amazes and terrifies taehyung all the same.

he continues the tape listening to the tone of jimin's voice each time he mentions something worse.

the degrading, the neglect, the headaches, the sleepless nights, or the overstimulation and rough handling.

it was a cruel and wicked play. a romeo and juliet type ending without the romance. oh, how the words jimin uttered stirred something inside of taehyung's gut that had him gasping for air.

a sinister, wicked, and unrelenting tale that sounded more unreal as it continued.

One night out of the many I've successfully stowed away he spoke to me with calmness in his voice.

I was sitting on the bed. Right hand cuffed to the bedpost wearing a shirt that was two weeks overdue in need of wash. If I close my eyes I can still smell my dried up tears and his cum.

He was wearing the gray sweater I bought him after our first month anniversary. It was a knit sweater made of wool that caressed you in the softest ways.

Something I used to wear back when the sun still shined. He looked at me with a look akin to remorse though I doubt it was anything of the sort.

" You know Min I don't think you're all that bad. The little naive look in your eye has dissipated and I' don't know whether I'm proud of it. You always held this childlike aura around you and to say I wasn't envious would be a lie."

I'm unsure of why I find this to be one of my most vivid memories but something about the way he regarded how I used to be struck something within me.

I could handle the degrading and all the yelling, however, when he brought up the person I'd once been it hurt worse than anything I'd experienced up to that point.

I had to wait three days before he finally decided to uncuff me from the bed and I was gone the next.

When I tell you sunlight never felt so-

taehyung stops the tape snatching the headphones off his head in the process. his mind is spinning like a top his heart of the edge of beating right out of his chest.

to think jimin endured a lifestyle- no imprisonment such as that was beyond him. he no longer felt compelled to finish the tape for he had listened to all he needed to hear.

leaving the walkman on the couch he stepped out on the balcony cigars already between his lips.

he had no intention of lighting it just the presence of it comforted him.

jimin's tape had him thinking back to jungkook wondering if the younger had ever felt neglected while with him.

and if he did he hopes he made up for it in some way. no one deserved what jimin has been put through.

to have someone build you up only to tear you down slowly, taking you apart piece by piece until only your skeleton remains.

though taehyung supposes it wasn't about the physical aspect of it at all.

it was more centered around the mind. having an indescribable want to take a person's conscience and grind it til it was dust.

to have them completely unaware of who they were taken from them while it rests in the palm of your hand.

taehyung couldn't fathom why anyone would want something like that in their possession. why anyone would crave such a feeling of hierarchy.

though power was like an addiction to some. you give them a taste and they won't stop until the well runs dry.

or when their cup hath runneth over.

#love #Long Reads #Wattpad #kpop #kpop icons #kpop ships #kpop fanfiction #bts #BTS v #bts ships #bts fanfic #btssmut #reading #read #gay #bts jimin #bts jungkook #BTS suga #Namjin

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eirian-houpe · 4 years

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The Library Beneath the Clock Tower - Chapter 21

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle/Gaston (Once Upon a Time)

Additional Tags: Bookshop On the Corner, slightly AU, Cursed Storybrooke (Once Upon a Time), Alternate Universe - In Storybrooke | Cursed (Once Upon a Time), Eventual Smut

Summary: Storybrooke has no library, and neither does Belle, not since the library where she worked in Boston discovered her past as an inpatient at a mental hospital. Taking her future into her own hands, Belle travels to Storybrooke where her intention is to open up the town library, but all does not go according to her plan. Obstacles and false starts, and diversion along very wrong pathways interrupt her journey toward fulfilling her dream, as well as taking her rightful place and becoming a part of the Storybrooke community.

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Chapter 21 - Teeth and Claws

“Oh. My. Gods!” Ruby gasped. “Seriously? That’s your—”

“Not another word.” Belle hissed in warning, still scarlet from the transgression of her roving eyes, and trying to distract herself in concentration on what Jefferson had said about her not attending the ball, like some sad approximation of Cinderella, that and to ignore the general fuss that Gold’s appearance had engendered.

Once the general caterwauling had died down, Jefferson folded his arms across his chest and asked, “You do know that this is a ball, and not a funeral, right Gold?”

“Your point?” Gold asked dryly.

“My point, my good man,” Jefferson said with the gesture of a hand up and down Gold’s black clad form. “Is that you look like some kind of nightmare executioner or something.”

“And how do you know that’s not the look I’m going for?” Gold snarked, adding even more sarcastically, “Besides, we can’t all play the part of the colorblind fop, now can we?”

Jefferson’s expression turned to one of mock offense. “I’m deeply wounded,” he said, and out of the corner of her eyes, Belle saw that Ruby was fighting to keep a straight face.

“I dunno,” David piped up, “I think it kinda suits him.”

Jefferson made a sour face, and then switching subjects again slightly, said, “I’m also surprised - nay, alarmed, if I may say, Gold, that you haven’t already invited these lovely ladies.” He gestured with his hat toward where Belle and Ruby stood watching the exchange of friends.

When she realized what the man meant, Belle actually took a step back, as all four of the men turned to look at her and Ruby.

“Oh, no, it’s fine, really,” she stammered, “We don’t—”

“Actually,” Gold said with a frown, “I, myself, am somewhat surprised that you aren’t going, Miss Marchland.” He came around the car so that when he spoke with her they wouldn’t be talking over so great a distance. “One of the reasons that the library was closed down the last time was that the previous librarian ignored such… invitations.”

“Invitations?” Belle echoed.

“Yes,” he said, his frown deepening. “The mayor’s office mails them out to all local business owners, and while the library is not technically a business, I rather think that Regina will expect you there.”

“I didn’t receive an invitation,” Belle said quietly.

“I’m surprised,” Gold answered.

“I’m not,” Belle said flatly, remembering all the other times that Mayor Mills had ‘neglected’ to mention certain important things - things that she should have been told.

“You should join us,” Gold said.

“Finally,” Jefferson exclaimed with a huff, “the man does the right thing!”

Gold threw a sour look his way. “Please,” he said, “I’d be delighted.”

Belle was about to stammer an apology, turn down the invitation and take her chances with Regina Mills when Ruby suddenly stabbed her with her elbow.

“We’d love to,” Ruby said. “Just give us a moment to go and get changed.”

“We’ll be here,” David assured her.

Ruby grabbed her by the elbow and began leading her away from the men and back toward the library. As soon as they were out of earshot, Belle hissed, “What the hell are we supposed to wear? I bet they’ve had weeks to get their outfits together.”

“Don’t be such a killjoy, Belle,” Ruby snapped, “I know for a fact you packed those outfits you used to wear for kids story time back at the library in Boston. One of those should do to look a bit… Olde Timey.”

Belle grumbled softly. She hadn’t thought of that, and doubted that she’d still get into any of them it had been such a long time since she’d worn them, but alas, Ruby was right, and she had no excuse - not really.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” Ruby added with no little amount of sarcasm. “And could he have got those pants any tighter?”

“Ruby!” Belle squeaked, all but running for her bedroom closet to hide the neon red of her cheeks. Ruby’s soft laughter followed her until it disappeared into the bathroom.

As it turned out, one of the outfits Ruby mentioned still did fit her. It was a three quarter length dress in a dusky blue, which had a skirt with a slight bustle beneath the hips, and so it hung in soft pleats to her mid calf. The top of the dress was in the style of a cap-sleeved white blouse with slight puffs at the shoulder, and lace trim around the sleeve and at the top the dress was designed to be worn with the form fitting, corset like bodice, trimmed in a tan brown, and with black crossed laces at the front. A light touch of make up later, though with bright red lipstick, and her hair swept to the side, and she was ready to brave the ball.

When Ruby emerged from the bedroom Belle gasped to find her dressed in tight fitting suede leggings, into which she had tucked a vest style top, over which, she wore the long, red, cloak-style coat she’d bought in Boston when they last went shopping together.

“Wow,” she said.

“I’ll do then?” Ruby said with a chuckle. “Come on, lets not keep them waiting.”

It was a bit of a squeeze, getting the six of them into Jefferson’s car, but by virtue of Belle squeezing into the middle seat between Gold and David, and Gus practically in David’s lap, they all managed. Ruby rode shotgun, having the longest legs of all of them. Belle tried not to think too hard about the man pressed on her right hand side, or the way his hands lay, long and languid against his leather clad thighs. No, definitely not letting her thoughts drift in such a way. There was little conversation on the short drive to the fellowship hall up on the convent grounds, where the Ball was being held, but as they turned into the driveway, Belle swiveled her head first one way and then the other, taking in the array of revelers - if they could be called such - all dressed in myriad ways, heading for the large brick built hall.

They followed, each going their separate ways, almost without a word to one another once they had reached their destination, although Gus, it seemed, was quite taken with Ruby, and walked her into the hall on his arm, and promised to find her later when the dancing began.

“See,” Ruby said, catching up to where Belle was looking around the hall to try and get her bearings. “Not so bad, was it.” Then following Belle’s lead appeared to be looking around the hall herself until she said to Belle, “I hope you’re going to introduce me to some of your friends later… and seriously, you should go and find your Mister Gold for a dance.”

“Would you stop?” Belle protested, half laughing and half filled with embarrassment. “He’s not my Mister Gold.”

She spotted Leroy, up on stage with the band and waved when he looked her way. He gave her a thumbs up and a grin before turning back to the task of making sure that everything was set for when the promised dancing began - whenever that might be. She began to wonder how they might manage the dancing as there seemed to be far more men at the occasion than women, and few enough that she could name.

“Belle,” she turned as a familiar voice called her name and a moment later found herself looking up into the smiling face of Doctor Archie Hopper. He seemed to have opted not to indulge in wearing a costume, and remained in his usual tweed jacket, shirt and pants. “You made it.”

“I did,” she said. “Thanks to Jefferson and his friends arriving to collect Mister Gold.” Then remembering herself at a nudge from Ruby, she added, “This is my friend, Ruby. Ruby, Doctor Hopper.”

“Archie, please,” he said. “And you’re visiting from…?”

“Boston,” Ruby said. “We used to be room mates, before she moved up here.”

“Ah,” Archie said sagely, “Well, your loss is our gain, as they say.”

“Yeah,” Ruby said.

Archie excused himself after a moment, disappearing into the rapidly increasing throng of people. Belle tried to spot anyone else she knew, to introduce to Ruby, but the fact of it was that besides Leroy and Archie, and of course Granny, who was far too busy running back and forth with catering items for Belle to disturb her, Belle knew very few people.

“Well, well, Miss Marchland.” The voice was sickeningly oily, and yet held an edge. “I see you found your way to my little soiree. I’m so glad you received the invitation.”

With a river of ice flowing down her backbone, Belle turned, but somehow found strength in her friend’s presence she said, “Mayor Mills. I didn’t.”

“No?” Regina frowned an exaggerated frown that made Belle certain that she had been left off the guest list on purpose. “An oversight, I’m sure.”

She nodded, sending the great plume of black feathers that cradled the back of her neck quivering, for the first time drawing Belle’s attention away from her face. The mayor was wearing a red and black floral dress, with silver lace embroidery all around the neckline and decolletage and descended to well below her waist, like an arrow pointing to where Belle was sure the woman must have teeth. The shoulders were wide, the waist narrow, and the full bustle accentuated her hips. Around her neck, in the same style and silver as the embroidery on the dress she wore a pendant, which held many tiny rubies. The pendant’s triangular shape was nestled in the top of her cleavage, which was pushed up by the tight bodice of the dress to reveal the creamy white curves of full breasts.

There was nothing subtle about Regina Mills.

“Well, anyway,” Belle tore her eyes away, and smiled as the band began to tune their instruments, “I’m here now. I’m sure there won’t be any more mishaps. People might begin to think it by design rather than accident.”

The viper smile disappeared from Mayor Mills’ dark red lips, and her face creased into an ugly line, “Are you threatening me, Miss Marchland.”

“Me?” she said with all the innocence she could muster. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Miss Mills.” Then lowering her voice to a more confidential tone, added, “I’m sure we both have far more important things to do, and it would seem that duty calls.”

She nodded toward the stage, where Leroy appeared to be trying to attract the mayor’s attention.

“Indeed it does,” Mayor Mills said, in a brittle ‘this isn’t over’ kind of tone, and the deadly smile reappeared on her face. “This has been an interesting conversation, Miss Marchland, and how fitting that you’re dressed as a serving maid. Enjoy your evening.”

She walked away then, hips swaying as though she were trying to hypnotize every man in the room. Ruby stepped back up beside Belle, and handed her a chilled glass of white wine.

“Thanks for the back up,” Belle said sarcastically.

“Nah,” Ruby told her, “You didn’t need it, but I can’t help but wonder what’s got her panties all in a bunch,” and after a beat, and a sip of wine, she added, “Bitch!”

#rumbelle #storybrooke au #book au #angst #ust #eventual smut #the bookshop on the corner

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btstrashxoxox · 6 years

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prompt 2? scenario? idk lol

imagine ur in this weird poly relationship, weird becuz u dnt rlly belong there. ur partners jimin and yoongi lets say are together and its clear how much more into eachother they are than with u. u were just sort of an addition to the group, there for the sex and cuz yoongis too possessive for his own good. though for u its more like possession of an object rather then the possessiveness he feels with jimin which has to do more with love, and at first u were okay with it, at least the sex was good, but as time passes its hard to ignore the way yoongi clearly favours jimin, how after the sex the two always cuddle up while ur on the side left to keep warm on ur own with ur blanket

and u try not to let it bother u, its not wrth it, u werent meant to be there in the first place so u tried and tried to ignore the aching feeling in ur chest wen faced with yoongis cold attitude

and it was this one night, when u and jimin were stuck outside in a snowstorm, freezing and shivering, the both of u clinging onto eachother for warmth, slowly making ur way home

but the cold weather took its toll on u two and u were met with a nasty cold

once again, jimin was taken care of more than u were but still, its okay u thought its not like he doesnt care about u at all, he gave u meds to take as well, passed u a fluffy blanket tld u to keep warm, but thats as far as it goes

and wen he calls jimin to come to the living room to hav a bowl of hot soup u go as well, hoping the soup will sooth ur throat

and so u walk into the kitchen and reach for a bowl only to hav yoongi grab ur hand

and he tells u with a sort of remorseful look on his face that the soup shud be kept for jimin, that hell warm something up for u later but the soup rn shud be saved for jiminie and then proceeds to walk out the kitchen with jimins bowl of soup

and u stand there staring at the pot and wonder if all this rlly makes u happy, if all this is wrth it, but u knew that getting away wasnt exactly the easiest thing

u knew that yoongi tho he may not love u was a possessive little shit and wud try to make u stay if u ever wanted to leave and knowing u, ud fall for it, like uve done every other time

but as u stood there staring at ur reflection watching ur tears roll down ur face a numb feeling possessing u decide u dnt care

u dnt want this anymore, u cant deal with this pain anymore and so u grab ur jacket from the closet as quiet as possible, hoping the duo on the couch dnt notice as u grab ur boots and slowly make ur way bak to the kitchen to the bak door

u pull on ur boots, open the door as quietly as possible, and walk out into the snow, praying the two still inside dnt notice and then ur pace gets faster and faster until ur running away and far from the place u didnt belong, tears streaming down ur face

id like to think and hope that u succeeded in getting away, jimin and yoongi not noticing till its been about 2 hrs wen jimin comments on ur absense wondering if ur in the room still, and yoongi goes to call u out and realizes ur not in the room

or in the kitchen

or anywhere rlly

and then realizes that ur jacket and boots are gone, ur phones turned off and theyre panicking, wondering where u are

and jimin is crying becuz he knew and saw the way ud look lost in ur wrld sometimes, knew the way u were treated by yoongi wasnt ideal and knew that he was just as guilty for never trying to console u or try to conince u otherwise

and yoongi, yoongi at first tho very angry and upset doesnt care

untill time passes and he grows restless, worrying, wondering if ur okay, wanting desperately to find u, hating the way jimin doesnt speak as much anymore

and so he tried to find u, u someone who doesnt want to be found and jimin screams and yells at him to stop, asks him why he wants to bring u bak and make u more miserable and yoongi cant stop himself from crying either, breaking down becuz he realizes that he rlly does need u and love u and he hates himself for not realizing and showing it to u earlier

as for u, ur trying to survive, u had some money in ur account and use that to survive until u can bring urself bak up

id like to think that yoongi and jimin do find u again one day after searching restlessly for a long time

and tho u dnt want to do this to urself again, u agree to giv it another chance becuz u never stopped loving the two

but id like to think that the second chance u gave wasnt in vain, that the two showered u in love that u deserve, making up for all the time theyve neglected to do so

idk this kind of just came up in my head lool, if anyone wants to write this as an actual scenario that is much better go ahead! just of course inform me nad credit yada yada lol, thank uu hope u liked it!

#yoongi scenario #jimin scenario #angst #polyamory #bangtan #bts #bts scenario #more like a prompt thing #prompt #scenario #idk #sad #with a sort of happy ending #let me know if anyone uses this!

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jojo-suga · 7 years

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*SURPRISE* - Jimin scenario

Pairing: Jimin + reader

Genre: fluff/romance

Word count: 1785

SUMMARY: Your relationship with Jimin is new. You’ve been together for almost 2 months and you haven’t spoken yet about how you will spend your monthsary as a couple. He was always busy because of his busy schedule as an Idol and he haven’t talked to you in days. But you were always that girlfriend who is very understanding even before when you’re still suffering for how many months because of him.

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*Jimin’s POV*

After how many days of preparation along with my busy schedule, finally the long wait is over. Luckily, Bangpdnim gave us 3 days vacation before promotions. Life is great!

~Riiinggggggggg

“Hello Mika… how are you? This is Jimin… Can you do me a favor?” “Yes, chimchim.! I’m okay, what is it?” “Sorry if I’m bothering you, but I really need your help…” “No, It’s Okay…” “I’m actually preparing for a surprise date for Y/N and I’m almost done with it. I need you to invite her and don’t tell her why, just make your own story. Haha. Please? I know it’s hard, but I know you can do it, Mika.” “Wow, is that for real? Omg! That’s so cute, I’m sure Y/N will love it Jiminie… and of course, I’m willing to help. Just tell me the time and place and you’re good to go, boy.” “Wahhh.. Thank you so much, Mika! I’ll just send you the details later. And don’t forget… it’s a secret, Okay?” “Arasseo… Take care! bye!”

*Y/N’s POV*

“Mr. Yoon, here are the permits for the renovation of room 216. I’ve already contacted the contractor and probably they will start tomorrow. Just call me if you still need anything.” “Don’t worry, Y/N… I’m sure everything will be okay. I’ll just call you if anything happens. I’ll go ahead.” “Annyeong! Ahjussi….” Mr. Yoon went ahead and I’m still busy checking out all the tenant’s contract when I heard someone knocked on my office door.

It’s Mika… why? I thought she’s hanging out with his lovey dovey since they’re having a 3-day vacation. Jimin said he’s going to be busy and will visit his family in Busan. I’m quite sad because it’s supposed to be our 2nd month of being together, and it seems that he forget about it already. But it’s alright, I understand his situation, though. He must be having a hard time because of his busy schedule.

“Y/N?”

“Hey! What’s up bitch?” I welcomed her warmly. LMAO “I’m okay, Bitch! Haha.. So, are you busy today?” “Actually… NO. I’m just checking some papers and I’m done with my collection, so yeah! I’m kinda free. WHY?” “Hmmmm… Coz’ I need to go somewhere. My friend invited me to a beach birthday party and I have no one to go to, Suga is busy with his mixtape and he said I can’t go if I don’t have someone to accompany me. Can you go with me, please?” “Why are you even asking? Of course! It’s a party! count me in, Girl!” “Yes! Thank you…. I owe you one!” Mika said excitedly. “Oh wait! I’m gonna call Jimin first…”

~Riiingggggggggg

“Hello baby? Can I go with Mika, today? She’s going to a beach party…” “Beach party? Just be careful, Okay? Text me when you get there… and behave.” “Okay… but I won’t promise…HAHA!” I teased. “What did you say?!” he exclaimed from the other line. “Ouch… I’m just teasing you… of course, I’ll definitely behave. My boyfriend is Park Jimin, so should I ask for more?” “Exactly… Y/N, I’m telling you.” I can’t see if he’s serious or not, but I’m definitely enjoying this. “You’re acting like a baby… duh. I promise, okay.” “Good, stay with Mika.” “Okay, baby… I LOVE YOU. Bye!” I ended the call and realized that Mika is staring at me weirdly.

“That’s so grossssss…” Mika blurred out. “What? Yah! Mikaela… its as if you’re not like this with Yoongi, and I think you two are the worst!” “Yah… we’re not!” “Really? Jimin told me that you two were doing something in his music room and the boys caught you in the act! Haha… now, who’s EWW?” “Excuse me, we’re not doing something bad. Okay?! It’s Hobi’s dirty mind fault…” Mika defended. “Hahah! then why are you blushing?” “Pffft…no I’m not! Yah… are you coming with me or not?” “I’m just teasing you…bish. I’ll go. I’ll just prepare very quick.” “See you later… Y/N!”

After 2 hours, Mika and I went to the train station and I just realized that we’re going to Busan. We took the train and arrived after 3 hours. When we arrived at the venue, I’m totally in love with the place. The resort is indeed beautiful and peaceful.

“Y/N… c'mon. My friend already provided us a room.” We headed to the reception area and claimed our room keys. The room that was provided is an isolated mini beach house which is located almost front of the sea.

It’s curious that the place is very quiet. A type of vacation spot that can give you peace of mind and serenity. This is quite not suitable for parties. Oh well, who am I to complain? I’m just an extra and this is totally great! Hehe. Mika’s friend is probably rich.

As we entered the room, I can’t help but to admire the surroundings. Elegant but simple. Fresh looking designs with an overlooking view of the seas. My type of getaway indeed. Something that I’ve always been dreaming of.

“Omg! I totally forgot to tell you that this is gonna be a white beach party. Did you bring a white dress?” “Yah! You didn’t tell me. I just brought some but it’s all printed.” “Oh wait, I’m just gonna check my bag. Great! Luckily I have prepared two white dresses. Here take this!” Wow. She is indeed prepared, and wow again, the dress is extremely beautiful.

“Are you sure…You’re not going to wear this?” “Yes, I have another one right here. hehe! Geeezz I’m so excited. Hurry up! You could take your shower first and put some make up. Omg! Why am I even? You’re an expert, so you could definitely make yourself pretty without even trying. Haha!”

“Mika? Are you okay? You seemed so giddy. Maybe you should hurry up too!” “Me? oh im so sorry! I’m just excited because this is gonna be my first time to wear a white dress!”

We laughed and I proceeded to enter the bathroom and took a shower.

I’m feeling nervous and I don’t know why. By the time I went out of the bathroom, Mika isn’t around. I wonder where did she go. I wore the dress and put on a light make up, sprayed some Giorgio Armani Sensi perfume. Wore my white gladiator sandals and I’m done, but where the hell is Mika?

I took my phone and texted Mika.

ME: Where are you? MIKA: I’m here at the hotel lobby. If you’re done can you come by here? ME: Okay. Wait for me there.

I left the beach house and made my way to the hotel lobby. When I reach there, Mika isn’t around. This is getting a little bit weird, I prepared too much and here she is playing games. Where the heck is she?

I’ve been standing and walking for a while so I decided to sit down on the elegant couch and waited for Mika a little more. After 30 minutes of waiting, the time is already at 7:10 pm. I’m starting to get scared for myself and for Mika too. Is this some kind of a joke or what? Where is she?

My hands are getting sweaty. I tried to call her but her number is unattended. Wtf? Then my phone beeped…

MIKA: girl I’m so sorry… I went back to our room. Sorrrrryyyyy. I need to get hurry because the party will start at 7:30… Can I get some help? I don’t know how to do my make up. You know I suck at making myself pretty. thank you bestie! ME: You scared me bish… I thought I lost you. Okay… I’ll be there.

When I reached the beach house, I immediately opened the entrance door but the lights are off. Seriously Mika? Pulling pranks?

I was struggling to find the switch when I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. OMG. It’s the scent that makes me shiver and the voice that can make my heart flutter.

Am I just dreaming? Am I? But its the scent and touch that lingers inside my heart.

“Surprise…” he whispered.

O.o

o.O

O.O

“J-jimin?”

“Happy Monthsary….” Jimin blurted out while hugging me from the back more tightly.

“Is this real? Jiminie?’

"No, it’s a wonderful dream… Do you want to continue?” he kissed my neck lovingly.

“I’m afraid to wake up… if this is just a dream.” I mumbled.

There was a long silence and I heard a muffled cry.

“Are you okay?” I carresed his arms around me.

Silence again… I felt his tears trickled on my shoulder…😢

“Mianhae… Mianhae….” he said in between sobs.

“Hey, why are you like that… C'mon baby tell me. You’re scaring me… are you breaking up with me..?”

“No, its not like that… I just remember the times that I hurt you so much, the pains, the neglect… I’m so sorry for everything, Y/N.” his face is resting on the crook of my neck.

“I know, I have been so hard on you before. I sometimes think that I really don’t deserve you, Y/N…”

“Yah… are you stupid? I shouldn’t have accepted you in the first place!” I playfully hit his arms.

“It’s all the past… I’ve already forgiven you. I still believe that everything happens for a reason. And all that had happened before made us together…”

“Is that for real, baby? Thank you…” He still can’t believe it. Jimin is so cute. Omg!

“I promise. So don’t worry anymore. And where the hell is Mika?!” and i also realized that we were confessing in the dark. Lmao.

“Don’t mind her, she’s on her way to Seoul now… So you’re officialy detained here for two days like a prisoner.” then he covered my eyes with his little hands pushing me somewhere, then I felt the sea breeze on my skin… guess he’s leading me on the porch.

“Yah… Jiminie, you basically kidnapped me. I’m going to sue you and Mika. For real.”

“Oh yeah… I’m scared, baby. And Yoongi hyung will be very mad if you do that.” he chuckled.

He let go of my eyes and I was stunned on the beauty on in front me… So romantic. Just like what I wanted… 😍

Candlelight dinner in front of the sea… With flowers scattered all over the veranda. Should I cry right now? Wtf is this. I’m not prepared. Haha.

And here he comes smiling so sweetly holding a bunch of white combined red roses with dried tears on his face.

“I love you…” he mumbled. My heart… My goodness. I’m not supposed to cry but my tears started to fall.

I swiftly ran to his embrace and cried on his chest. “I love you too… Jimin.” I replied with all honesty.

He hugged me back while crying with me. Omg. And he pulled out something on his pocket and he ask me to turn around. As i did, he placed something on my neck, a necklace.

“This is my heart, Y/N…. It’s all yours. Look, I have mine too…” He chuckled as he wiped the tears on my eyes.

His necklace is indeed paired to mine. Oh god, this is so wonderful. How can I ever hate this person?

“Thank you so much, Jimin…” I smiled at him and wiped the tears in on his chubby cheeks.

This is indeed the most beautiful moment of my life.

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A/N: who wants to read the continuation? 😂

#bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #bts scenarios #bts one shot #jimin #jimin smut #jimin scenario #jimin fluff #jimin angst

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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BTS When Crush Asks Them to Give Them a Hickey Part Deux

Summary: just remember, y'all asked for this

Warnings: angst, salty boys, reader in all of these is mad stupid

Word Count: 2125

Jungkook

Jungkook knew the second he walked in with his arm around your waist, trying to look casual when his skin was on fire, that this would not be a good night.

Things just got worse when it turned out your ex was there alone and glaring him over his red Solo cup.

To your credit, you tried to include him in every conversation and when people asked about the bruise on throat you were sufficiently coy enough that Jungkook didn't have to say much about it.

Which was good, because he's not sure if he can string two coherent sentences together when you're dressed to the nines in a black miniskirt and a white top, unbuttoned just enough to show off the mark he'd made and the swell of your cleavage.

It wasn't as if he hadn't noticed how attractive you were, he was a young hot blooded male, after all, and maybe once in a while you'd smile at him and he'd forget what he was saying, but it wasn't until he pressed his mouth to your throat and you all but arched up underneath him that he realized he was in this much trouble.

As you drink and Jungkook nurses his one beer, you get all handsy, placing your hands on his chest as you stood talking to him in the kitchen, squeezing his thigh to get his attention while he sat next to you on the couch.

When you're trying to pull him off the couch for another drink, which he doesn't think you need, he tugs too hard trying to get you to sit down and you stumble backwards into his lap.

Instead of scrambling off him you wrap your hands around his neck and laugh and as your head is tilted up his eyes are on your throat and he finds himself wanting to mark you again.

When he's wondering how red his face is, your ex stalks into the room and demands to talk to you. Jungkook's arms tighten around your waist instinctively but you tap his forearm.

"It's okay, Kook. I'll be back in a minute."

He lets loose reluctantly and watches you follow your ex into a nearby bedroom.

He tries to talk to the other party goers for a few moments but he can't think of anything else, just imagining you crying and heartbroken while your ex stood over you, yelling.

It was about half an hour before he finally had enough and banged on the door before swinging it open.

He finds your ex bending you back in his arms, mouth latched onto your throat as if he wanted to add his own mark.

Jungkook doesn't even think, just a red haze filming his vision. He pushes your ex off of you, hard, and you scream in surprise.

He takes your hand and pulls you toward the door and he doesn't even realize you're trying to pull away until there's a whole scene being made.

"What the fuck are you doing, Jeon Jungkook? I'm a grown woman, you know, I can make my own decisions-"

"Yeah, your own dumbass decisions! Don't you remember what he did? How that made you feel?"

You cross your hands over your chest and avert your eyes from his. "People change," you mumble.

Jungkook sets his jaw, working his tongue against his inner cheek and you know that tic, he's angry.

"Yeah, okay," he says slowly, evenly. "I'm glad this all worked out for you, Y/n. Super happy I could be of service. How about next time you use makeup instead of using me, huh?"

He leaves, slamming the door behind him, and you're trying not to cry when you get a text from him.

Call me if you need a ride home, yeah?

Somehow that's what makes the tears come, not that he was angry with you but that he still offered a ride if you changed your mind, and instead of spending the night with your ex you spend it in your friend's bed, crying and hiccuping as she rubs your back.

Jimin

Jimin is a really, really good actor.

He's playing the part of the smitten new love perfectly, all heart eyes and soft touches, toying strands of your hair through his fingers as you talked, slipping his arms around your waist from behind when you were getting drinks in the kitchen.

When your crush mentioned how pretty you looked, you were all blushes and smiles but Jimin just looked at him, smirking.

"Doesn't she look ravishing?" He said, and pulled you into his arms, making you giggle as he kissed and nibbled at your throat until you pushed him away.

Your crush mumbled something and left the room, and Jimin still has his face pressed against your neck when you whisper, "Jiminie, it's working!"

He pulls back to look at you fondly. "What's working? Oh. Yeah. Of course, didn't I tell you it would?"

He releases you and runs his hands through his hair, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

His vibe changes then, just subtly enough for your crush to notice and although Jimin sticks to your side like glue, he isn't as vocal or touchy.

You're gonna have to reward him because this is perfect. Your crush is staring at you from across the room and sliding in close to you when you're standing at the kitchen counter. Jimin's backed off just enough to allow your crush an in, and everything is going to plan.

Jimin even acts the part of a salty party date, all nervous energy, huffing when your crush brushes your hair back from your face and glaring at the two of you.

When your crush leans in close to whisper something in your ear over the music, Jimin grabs your hang and tugs you toward the door.

When you turn to him, he looks sulky.

"Y/n, this is stupid. Let's go."

You look around and then smile at him. "This is perfect. You're a genius."

He huffs and shakes his head. "No, you don't understand-"

"WELL ANYWAY you can go if you want!" You say, extra loud, and slip Jimin a wink.

Jimin runs his hand through his hair again and he looks defeated.

You make a note to tell him he should've been in drama club instead of the dance team in high school.

"Will you be okay here alone?" He asks under his breath.

Before you can nod, your crush is pulling at your arm.

"Y/n, can we talk?"

You look back at Jimin, excited.

Jimin looks at you for a moment, hair disheveled, eyes looking almost wet. Then he grits his teeth and turns his head. "Ok then. Will you call in the morning?"

You tell your crush to give you a moment and you walk outside with Jimin.

He has his hands in his pockets when you hug him and he doesn't hug you back.

"Don't worry, Jiminie, you did great! I'll be fine and I'll text you the details in the morning."

He doesn't respond, just looking at you from under his eyelashes.

Just as you're about to turn to go back to the party, he touches your face with one hand, leaning down to plant a kiss right below your ear, and turns to go without another word.

You stand there for a moment, feeling shaken, before heading back inside.

Taehyung (V)

Taehyung has a tendency to get hype at parties, but tonight, he’s not drinking much, not talking much, just sticking to you like glue.

You have to admit that it’s a good tactic. You note that your crush is looking at you more and more as you talk and laugh with Taehyung, and so you get a little more handsy.

You note your crush talking to someone in the kitchen when you get back from the bathroom. Taehyung is standing leaned up against the sink and you duck your head and slide up underneath his arm, tucking your head against his shoulder.

When you find yourself shaken by the bright smile he gives you when he looks down at you, you chalk it up to his usual charm.

Anyone would be shaken by Taehyung’s looks, you tell yourself.

When he slides his hand under the hem of your shirt to usher you into the living room, his hand warm against your lower back, you will yourself not to shiver and focus on your crush, who’s watching you both all night.

Taehyung is all smiles, polite to everyone as usual, but when your crush comes up to you and says hello for the first time that night, Taehyung’s face goes serious and he slides his arm around your waist to pull you close.

“You look beautiful, Y/n,” he says, looking at you intently.

Taehyung looked down at you expectantly, as if to say “aren’t you going to introduce me?”

You did, and it felt strangely awkward. “Yeah, so...this is...Taehyung.”

Taehyung frowned at you a little. “Her date,” he added, voice low and deep, fingers digging into your hip as he pulled you even closer.

You managed a weak smile at your crush, who nodded.

“Lucky guy,” he said, staring at you as he shook Taehyung’s hand.

Taehyung looked down at you and his eyes were so soft it kinda made your heart hurt. “I am,” he says softly, and doesn’t turn his eyes away from you again, even when you pull away to go toward the living room to mingle.

Your friends comment on how you’re the belle of the party, how Taehyung and your crush’s eyes are both following you, and you can’t help but preen a little even though you know Taehyung is just acting.

Your friends have always swooned over him, but he’d never shown interest in anyone much, and you weren’t sure why.

You’d have them comment on how he was your personal hype man, always making you feel better about this or that, but they didn’t understand that was just who Tae was, he was a sweetheart.

You do notice Taehyung’s mood darken a little when you end up talking to your crush excitedly about something you’d read about in an article, and you figure he’s feeling neglected since he doesn’t know anyone at the party.

You try to pull him into the conversation but he’s quiet and almost sulky. Since he’s being stubborn you just keep talking to your crush.

Eventually Taehyung retreats to the corner of the room, sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, and you see a group of girls staring wide eyed at him and smile to yourself.

You get engrossed in conversation and your crush’s big blue eyes and eventually you hear your phone ding. You look quizzically at Taehyung when you see it’s from him, and he just raises his chin at you.

I don’t want to do this anymore

You are trying to text back when your phone dings again. You ignore it for a moment until it dings again, and when you shoot a glance at Taehyung he’s not sitting there any more.

I’m leaving. Have fun

You excuse yourself and head out the door to the hallway, and when you spot him,he’s headed toward the elevator.

“Kim Taehyung, where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” he says in a huff, not looking at you.

You touch his shoulder. “Come on, Taehyung, I know it’s hard to pretend you like me but-”

You’re teasing but his eyes shoot to yours and he almost looks angry. In all the time you’ve known him you can count on one hand how many times he’s actually gotten mad, and you’re a little concerned.

“Is something wrong?”

He exhales a deep breath and his tongue comes out to wet his lips. “So this is working? For you?”

You cock your head. “I mean, yeah, it’s working, he’s kinda all over me.”

He nods slowly, glancing down at the ground.

“Good.”

“Hey,” you take his hand and he looks down at your entwined fingers and then up at you face. “I know you don’t like lying. I really appreciate this, Tae.”

He nods again, giving you a sweet half smile. All of a sudden, he pulls you into his arms, tight, and your heart races a little.

You feel his breath on your ear. “I hope you get what you want,” he says, and you guess he is tired because his voice is low and a little hoarse.

“Somebody should,” he mumbles as he releases you, and without another word he steps into the elevator, throwing up a small wave.

You stand there confused for a moment, heart still racing, before your crush pops his head out and calls you back inside.

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