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bangtangalicious · 4 months

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placebo (m) | pjm (3)

pairing: jimin x reader (ft. jungkook & namjoon)

premise: you're assigned a soulmate backed by the science of compatibility that hopes to promote healthier, long-lasting, loving relationships. you find yours: park jimin is the exact opposite of you. a member of a notorious resistance gang, he doesn't believe in science, love, or the state.

summary: you find out that jimin isn't your true soulmate. he was a placebo - a series of control trials to see if simply thinking someone is your soulmate would be enough to make you fall in love. the issue is, you did. you did fall in love. hard.

genre: 18+ romance, smut, angst, soulmate!au, dystopian, love triangle, romeo-juliet, opposites attract, hurt-comfort

characters: student!reader, vigilante!jimin, student!jungkook, scientist!namjoon

warnings: 18+, contains smut, angsty smut, rough penetrative sex, creampie, cock warming, breast play, a lot of kissing. like a lot. emotional sex, oral sex (m), fingering, praise kink, jimin is a pro at snapping that bra off, a lot of stimulation, a lot of foreplay, aftercare, they're in love okay it's cheesy, feelings of fear, hurt, government conspiracy, medical procedure, memory loss, cursing

taglist: @tornparts @loona15 @effielumiere @agustdream8 @jnghs @dragons-flare @xiusmarshmallow @ratherbefangirling @infires-imagines @aretha170 @dvalitaes @kookiejeonie @ddaeng-angmoh @idk123906 @cuteipat @uarmyhore @natalie-rdr @yawnkive @sukunabitch @withluvjm @thesmeraldogirl @theceraunophilegirl

Jimin—

“We’re not actually soulmates.”

Disappointment couldn’t even begin to explain what Jimin was feeling as he saw your eyes shatter in front of him. His heart was already beating wildly with a sense of pounding worry—all from your tears. He wasn’t the kind of guy who expressed himself. He was a pawn. A soldier, of sorts. He took action.

Right now, he was paralyzed. Every drop of blood drained from him in one rush of cold. He was left with nothing. Not even your touch held enough comfort to warm the life back into him. His breath even, mocking him with a charade of calmness.

You continued to explain. He heard you—he swore he did, but everything seemed to numb him from comprehending.

“It was a placebo, where the chip signals but we aren’t actually compatible. So the basis for everything we felt—or everything we think we feel, was a lie. Jungkook found out and,”

Jimin blinked. Looking at you. You were still there. You were still real. Your eyes swollen with tears. Hearing your words hurt, but seeing you like this hurt even more. He needed to be strong for you—you were falling apart in front of him, and he was too stubborn to let you.

He wasn’t going to let you go.

Because he didn’t care. He didn’t care—in fact, a rush seemed to pulse into him, beckoning him onwards—the fact that you might have been some government-implanted craving he had was the only reason he was trying to stay away from you initially. You fought for him. And fuck, he loved you. It was too soon to say it. Hell—probably too soon to feel it but he didn’t have a doubt in his mind.

Last night, as he fell asleep in your arms, all he could wish for was to have that every day for the rest of his life. He had never felt so strongly bound to another person. Never felt so seen, so cherished.

This wasn’t about some microchip in your necks. To him, it never had been. You cared for him when he was hurt. You were a fucking nerd, obsessed with your geeky job in a way that enamored him. You worked so hard, were so fiercely determined and dedicated to your cause. You were messy, clumsy, a stickler for rules where Jimin liked to bend them, break them, or ignore them altogether.

He loved the person you were, unfiltered—he loved the person you wanted to become, and most of all he loved the way you loved him. Your heart on your sleeve. Calling out his bullshit. And always being exactly what he needed even if he didn’t know it himself.

And he knew all of this. So why did he feel so fucking terrified?

Jimin swallowed deeply. His hand leaving your face as you searched him for a reaction through glassy eyes.

“Tell me what this means to you, doctor” His words were hushed. His fingers gliding over your wrists before circling them into his hold. His lips hovered over yours, foreheads resting against one another.

Jimin wasn’t an idiot. He knew exactly what it meant to you. But he needed to hear you say it. He knew how hard you had fought for him. He had tried so hard to push you away, but you persisted because you believed in the Soulmate Initiative so strongly. That had been the catalyst. For you—it had been the condition of your love.

“Jimin” You exhaled. The regret in your voice carved into his heart.

“You know that never mattered to me” His grip on your wrists tightened, as if his touch would make you understand. It was all he could do to not scream—not begin to pathetically beg you not to care. Not to change anything—not to leave him.

He could see you scrambling for words. “There’s still a chance—” You attempted to reason. Because that’s who you were. Hard facts and logic. Your voice choked—Jimin couldn’t look at you a second longer. It was too fucking painful. Too painful to sit there and watch as you gave up on him.

He needed to leave. Get far away from you and think. Because right now he felt so helpless, so powerless—he didn’t trust himself not to say something he’d ultimately regret.

His eyes were red, wet with anger. A façade to cover the shattering in his chest.

“I have to get to class, doctor” His voice was serene. His gaze, tumultuous.

“Jimin please,” You tried to pull him back as he stood up. He yanked his hand away from you, rougher than he meant to, but enough for you to get the hint. “I’m so sorry”

He took a few steps towards the door. Turning back, he looked at you one last time. Your tear-stained cheeks. Your quivering lips.

“I’m not sorry” He swallowed thickly. Pulling on his leather jacket and grabbing his helmet, he tucked in under his arm. “I will never be sorry for falling for you, doctor”

“There might—” Jimin held up his palm.

“I’ll come back” His eyes softened as if to ease your anxiety, “We can talk about this later”

He was out of the door in seconds, unable to look you in the eye again. The fresh, cold air hit him like salvation from the tension. He gasped, breathing the sharp air in as his tears unleashed.

Sinking to the floor, he buried his head between his knees. His fingers gripping his hair in frustration as he sobbed quietly. He jerked his head back, hitting the door as he punched the ground next to him. Cursing loudly as he crumbled.

You—

Jimin would be back any second. You’d never felt quite so nervous. So anxious—not even when you opened your decision letter for your PhD program—not ever. He’d be back. Be home. And you two would have to face the impending doom you’d introduced to him.

More than anything, you felt guilty. Guilty that you were responsible for what he was going through right now. After trying so hard to convince him that he even deserved love, let alone from you—to gain his trust and then put him into this grey space of uncertainty. It wasn’t lost on you how unfair it was.

The mere thought of living your life like you had before Jimin—was pointless. He had awoken something within you. As frustrating as he was, as much of a tease and a flirt—he made every day feel like an adventure. He brought you to life in a way nothing else quite did.

But if your real soulmate was out there, you couldn’t help but wonder. Was it all fake attraction? Was what you could find with someone you were truly compatible with even better than this? More magical? More right?

You had to know.

And you knew Jimin wouldn’t see it that way. But even if you chose to ignore it—to let it go, it would drive a wedge between the two of you inevitably. Jimin’s flaws seemed to glare at you in a way that they hadn’t before. Everything impossible about your relationship seemed to weigh on you because you didn’t have the blind faith in the system anymore. You didn’t have the promise that this is how it was supposed to be.

The ring of your doorbell sent your heart into somersaults. You buzzed him, nervously tugging at your sleeves. You wanted to look pretty for him—unsure if that was cruel of you, but you couldn’t help but think that these were a collection of your final moments together.

He walked inside. Tired eyes, raven hair wispy from the wind. The cold tinting his cheek and nose. His black motorcycle jacket hugged his figure. The familiar scent of cigarettes and gasoline which you had come to associate with comfort. A scent that once made you nauseous.

Slugging his backpack off, he set it aside. Neatly, he unlaced his boots before stepping inside. He regarded you with a soft smile. His deep brown eyes were simultaneously relieved and broken.

“Hey you”

You approached him slowly, immediately wrapping your arms around his torso. You inhaled him. His unadulterated bliss. He was cold, but so warm. And when his arms wrapped around you, cradling your head to the crook of his neck, leaning into you—you wanted to simply melt.

You looked up. His pretty eyes—the way he looked at you—God. His touch flushed you over with heat as his palm reached your cheek, thumb caressing over your jaw, teasing your bottom lip.

You didn’t know what to say to him. It seemed, you didn’t need to say anything. Jimin sighed into you, his lips relaxing against yours. So soft. So tender. Incredibly sweet.

And you wouldn’t stop him. Maybe it was avoidance. The impending melancholy of the night you were about to have. The inevitable heartache. You deepened the kiss, pulling Jimin closer to you desperately.

He grinned against your lips as you did. Hands falling to your hips before cupping the backs of your thighs. He lifted you up, still kissing you with the same delicateness. Taking you to the couch where he sat you both down.

Falling to his back, you crawled on top of him. Lips not parting. Breaths getting heavier.

Because when you kissed, nothing else mattered. Nothing else even existed. There was only him. Him and the storm of pleasure brewing in your chest. The heat coursing through your veins. The dizziness spinning in your head.

His fingers curled over your hip as he flipped you down. Hovering over you now, he admired you. Eyes memorizing your every crevice. His chain fell from his neck, the cool metal making you shiver as it glided across your hot skin.

He peeled off his jacket, leaving only his tight white t-shirt, before returning to you. Body caging yours in. Forearms resting on either side of your face as his fingers traced your cheeks.

“I don’t tell you enough” He murmured. You raised your eyebrows, curious. “You’re so fucking beautiful, doctor. So pretty,” His eyes were half-lidded, kissing you chastely, “Sexy..gorgeous..mine” He smacked against your lips between each word—sending a rush of praise to your head.

And you loved it. You loved his words like they were feathers tickling against you. His voice was silk and you wanted to dance in it for eternity.

The pressure of his body felt incredible against yours, his heat like a blanket. You’d never felt so safe—so cherished in his hold.

“Where the hell did you even come from, doctor?” He hummed playfully against your lips, “How the hell find me? You’re a fever. You’re my disease and my cure”

You tugged at his chain, urging him to kiss you harder. To glue his lips to yours.

He groaned, hips rolling flush against yours as his mouth worked you into serenity. You could feel how badly he needed you, but he was taking his time. On the other hand, you were frantic. Your fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. Tugging it up his torso as he chuckled. You could feel his scalding skin on your fingertips. Exploring the expanse of him. The contours of his body, the soft skin.

His teeth tugged at your lip, nipping at you playfully as you scratched your nails against his chest. He finally allowed you to pull this shirt over his head, giving you a moment to admire him, chain contrasting against his golden skin before you tugged off your own top.

You were left in sheer light green bra. Delicate. Something you had bought as a joke a long time ago, wondering if it would actually make you feel more confident. Jimin’s pupils darkened.

“Let me” He exhaled shakily. You turned over, on your knees as Jimin held you up—one hand on your neck pulling you back to him. His fingers gripped your jaw as he kissed your cheek, smirking against you as his other hand expertly snapped your bra off. So fast that it sent shivers down your spine. He replaced where the latch once was pressing into your back with his own lips, kissing up your spine until melting at your nape.

You arched your back as the bra slid down your arms, onto the floor. Jimin’s coarse fingers immediately covering your breasts. Pinching your nipple between his fingers sensually. Trailing butterfly kisses up your neck. You twitched under his touch. Small, needy gasps leaving your parted lips.

He hummed with pleasure, tasting you across your jaw, chest pressed against your back.

“So good to me,” He kissed your cheek. The blisters on his fingers against the soft skin of your breasts making his touch so incredibly erotic, it had you weeping in your core. His touches so subtle, and yet you were reacting to him so desperately. Craving him, overwhelmed by how fucking good it felt when he touched you.

“Please” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for. He chuckled softly, teeth grazing against your ear. “Jimin p-please”

“I love that. I love it when you ask me so nicely like that” He pushed you down on all fours. You let out a surprised gasp at his sudden roughness, but your cunt tightened. He pulled off your jeans, and then his own. Leaving your panties on he grabbed a handful of your ass and squeezed it.

“So fucking perfect,” His large hands moved all over the flesh of your thighs. He let two fingers tease along your damp slit. “What’s this huh? Wet for me already baby?”

His fingers pushed the cloth aside, finding your tender clit. You bit back a moan as he began to trace small, slow circles. He leaned down on you, the feeling of skin on skin riling you up even further. His lips caressed the back of your shoulders with hums of approval as his fingers continued to coax you. His other hand holding your hip steady. Pinching your ass tenderly.

“Jimin” You gasped breathlessly, fingers gripping the couch tight. His fingers continued to push you further and further towards nirvana. He pulled you up suddenly, fingers still on your clit—but he needed to see you. Needed to look into your eyes as you came. Hand wrapped around your neck, enough to feel his control but not enough to choke you.

“You gonna cum for me doctor?” Jimin teased, forcing your jaw towards him. A grin on his lips mirrored the mischievous glint in his eyes. You nodded pathetically.

“Yeah?” His tone raised, taunting you further as he smashed his lips back on yours. Tongue pushing through your lips as his fingers circled your clit faster. Your moans were swallowed by him—body going limp as waves of pleasure crashed down on you. Your body bucking forward, taking Jimin down with you. Twitching all over as your cunt leaked onto his hand. His rough, desperate kisses muffling your screams.

“That’s it baby, so good for me” His fingers led you through the aftershocks before dipping into your sensitive cunt. “So good and wet all for me, right?”

He pulled himself off of you, and you turned, on your knees—reaching for his cock.

“I want to suck your cock”

Jimin blinked at you incredulously.

But you were determined. You began to stroke him gently. He hissed, reaching behind you to steady himself against the back of the couch.

“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you baby?” He leaned down to kiss you cheek. You looked up at him, eyes earnest—because you wanted him to feel so good.

You wanted to make up for all the pain you knew you were about to cause him. He deserved everything—heaven and the stars and everything beyond, you wanted him to have it all. For now, you let your lips kiss the flushed tip of his cock.

“F-fuck,” He reached for your chin, stroking your jaw tenderly. “You’re so good to me baby fuck”

“I,” You diverted your eyes with shame as heat crawled over your cheeks. “Tell me what to do”

Jimin gulped, eyes shifting as he understood your words.

“Open wide” He pushed two fingers against your lips until your mouth opened enough for him to slide them inside. “No teeth okay baby—and then just take it in as far—” He pushed his fingers down your throat. You tried your best not to gag, until finally you couldn’t help it. He pulled his fingers out, a string of saliva following. “As you can”

His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, tugging on it playfully as he cooed at you. It was the eagerness in your eyes. The fierce determination he knew you were feeling to please him.

“You’re so” He chuckled softly, “God I—” He choked on his words.

Now was hardly the time.

You beamed at him, taking his cock into your mouth little by little. His head tilted back as he cursed to himself.

You loved seeing him like this—amazed that you could make him feel like this. Motivated by his response, you began to slowly bob your head. He exhaled verbally, letting out a loud groan.

“Just like that baby, fuck—good girl” His voice was pained as if he was losing his resolve and it only fueled you to move faster. He tugged your hair, giving you a warning stare. “If you do that I’m gonna cum baby. Slow down”

You gave him a mischievous look, deciding to disobey.

“Y/n” His voice was low, demanding. He recognized you were teasing him, and as much as he wanted to fuck you—he couldn’t bring himself to stop you. His thumb swiped at the drool from the edge of your lips. A shock rippled through his body as he reached for your shoulder to keep him steady.

“Fuck. Fuck. Baby I’m—” His hips bucked, cock twitching inside your mouth as you felt his warm cum on your tongue. You let him go, swallowing his cum—and before you could even process it, he lifted you up, forcing your legs around his waist and carried you to your bedroom.

He laid you down on the covers gently, kissing the inside of your thighs, all the way up your stomach, where he showed you a little extra love, up to your breasts—he nibbled on them playfully, loving the way you’d twitch for him. His eyes stayed glued to yours. Dark and needy.

“I’m gonna need a little bit” Jimin confessed after deciding your breasts had been abused enough by his mouth. For now. He let his fingers continue to toy with them as he hovered over you. “But we should talk, hm?”

You inhaled sharply.

“Y-yeah we should”

Jimin grinned, taking a peak back into his mouth, this time letting his tongue run rampant on the plushness.

“Jimin” You hissed, grabbing his hair.

“You taste so good baby, I can’t help it” He kept on kissing your chest. Rolling onto his side, he pulled you into his embrace. Your naked bodies intertwined as his hands roamed all over you. You cradled his head against you, fingers running through his silky black hair.

You whimpered, hopelessly aroused by his actions. Your pussy pulsing, wishing so badly to be stuffed.

“I need you” You nudged him. “I need you so bad”

Jimin grinned, pulling away from you. He kissed you softly.

Then his eyes grew serious.

“Y/n” His tone had changed. He wasn’t teasing anymore. “If I asked you to just let it go,”

“You know I can’t” You responded. Jimin looked away. His fingers still tracing your sides.

“Yeah” He said after some time, kissing your cheek, “I know”

You gulped, cupping his face in your hands. “Can I just say that, right now, in this moment, based on every experience I’ve had in my life up to this point—I love you?”

Jimin scoffed, but he couldn’t hide the smile in his eyes.

“I just need to know”

“If there’s someone else, you mean.” Jimin gave you a pointed look. “What happens then, doctor?”

“If someone else is my soulmate, that also means someone else is yours. I can’t keep you from that”

“I know I don’t want that” Jimin gripped your hips possessively, pulling you impossibly closer. “I don’t care. I love you”

A tear rolled down your cheek. The hurt that you so blissfully ignored moments before, returning.

“I’ll meet Dr. Kim Namjoon at the conference in a few days. He can check for us, and then”

“You already know though, don’t you?” Jimin challenged. “You think we aren’t compatible”

You paused. “Well I—”

“Go ahead, doctor” Jimin smiled, a hint of despair in his gaze, “Go meet your soulmate. No one in this universe will love you the way I do, I am sure of it. So sure that I’ll take the chance of losing you forever if it means you’ll believe me one day”

He began to get emotional. You ached for him. Ached for the pain he felt in his chest. The pain you didn’t want him to feel.

Your hand rested on his chest. Feeling the beat of his heart against the tense silence.

He kissed you again. Desperately. His fingers tugging your panties aside as his now hard cock slid against your folds.

You kissed him back—even more desperately. Savoring whatever you had left with him. Losing yourself in him as though time were running out. Spreading your thighs to grant him entrance, he fucked into effortlessly. Filling you up until you felt so right—so whole. He stilled, nose tracing yours as he gazed into your eyes.

Tears threatened the edges of his pretty brown eyes.

“I don’t trust them Y/n” He whispered, the tear unleashing, “What if they brainwash you—what if seeing your soulmate resets your brain chip and—” He gasped, lip trembling.

“I won’t forget you, Jimin” You assured him with a comforting hand stroking his back.

“You don’t know that” Jimin gulped.

The true fear in his eyes hit you like a reality check. Reminding you that this man had no trust in the system, and you were asking him to take a gamble on it.

“Maybe you’re not supposed to know about the Placebo. Maybe they’ll do something to you, and me—and you’ll be in danger and I won’t know”

You kissed him sweetly. “Baby” You mumbled, knowing you’d never called him that— “Don’t think like that”

“I mean the fact that we fell in love, without the compatibility assessment, means the whole system is bullshit—doesn’t it? They could pick any two people and condition them to love one another with the chip. That’s not something they’d be okay with people knowing”

“N-not necessarily” You sighed. “Baby—move” You urged him, as if he forgot his cock was nestled deep inside of you. He hadn’t.

He gave you a tight thrust. Your lips parted, and he did it again, watching your expression intently. He held you close—you held him close. He buried his face into your neck, pushing you onto your back so he could fuck you deeper. His hips slammed against yours, deep, quick thrusts that you could feel throughout every inch of your body.

“You’re heaven” Jimin gasped, kissing your cheek again, “I don’t think you fucking understand what I feel for you, doctor—I swear I”

“I do, Jimin” You assured him, “I feel it” He began fucking you faster. “And I love you”

He stilled so he could kiss you again. “Say it again” He begged, “Please. Say it, mean it, please”

“I love you” You stared into his starry eyes. His fingers intertwined with yours, pushing your arms above your head as he resumed his ruthless pace. His lips pasting against yours in between your confession, “I love you Jimin—I do—So much”

He burst inside you, but he couldn’t stop. The moment was too charged, too emotionally ripe. He kept himself sheathed inside of you, cum stuffed deep. Hugging you close, he kissed you—a man addicted, and you were his vice.

You fell asleep, at some point.

You heard him whisper against your eyelids—I won’t give up, at some point.

You woke up, at some point.

He was gone.

You—

You arrived at the conference. You hadn’t heard from Jimin since that night—but preparation kept you distracted. This was a huge moment for your career—and you’d worked too hard to fall short now.

Jungkook was by your side, dressed in a light grey suit—the conference badge contrasting the plain white button-down shirt that gripped his chiseled chest. Around you were folks of similar adornment—chatting with their colleagues, setting up posters and grabbing coffee.

“Good—you made it” Your boss, Jung Hoseok, who you loathed approached the both of you. “Is everything set up for my talk later?”

You exchanged an irritated look with Jungkook, who bit back a smile. “Yes, sir”

Dr. Jung hummed, pleased with your response. “Very well. Go network. This conference has the best of the best. Y/n, I know you were interested in meeting Dr. Kim, would you like me to make an introduction?”

You stiffened. Dr. Kim Namjoon. He was the most brilliant biochemist of your time. He single-handedly piloted the Soulmate initiative with the help of his neuro-engineering team. He developed the compatibility algorithm that you spent your whole life studying. Appreciating.

He was infamous. And it didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous too—you had all of his books, memoirs, magazine articles. It was safe to say you knew quite a bit about the man. And soon he’d be right in front of you. In the flesh.

“If you don’t mind” You held back your excitement, but your hand trembled, gripping onto the pamphlet that a volunteer had forced into your hold earlier. Dr. Jung nodded, motioning for you to follow him.

“I’ll come too, if that’s okay” Jungkook quipped. You made a face, but knew you had no right to take this opportunity from him either, as much as you preferred to meet him alone to discuss your dilemma.

Up the elevator, Dr. Jung led the both of you to the top floor of the hotel in which the conference was taking place. From the clear glass, you could see the city sprawled out—serene, snow beginning to melt off of the ground. More folks were out and about. Children playing in the now cleared-up parks. Spring was coming, soon.

You stepped out of the elevator, and were met with a series of guards lining the hallway. It made sense; you mused. Kim Namjoon was a high-ranked State scientist. Which meant he was a prime target for a Resistance kidnapping or attack.

Your lips wavered. A part of you was disappointed at the lack of hope you had that you’d find out you and Jimin were compatible. Your gut knew you weren’t. But you loved him, so it could be. It could be him, right?

Why did you love him, if you weren’t compatible? It was so easy to think of all the reasons—so simple in your mind, but hard to find the words. You trusted him with your life. He was attractive, kind, in a bad situation but had big dreams. Dreams to make change, and you admired that.

As you walked past the guards, Jungkook’s hand brushed against yours. You looked his way and he winked at you excitedly. “You ready?”

He whispered against your neck. Too close—maybe it hadn’t been before, but now it felt too close. Nevertheless, you smiled back at him and nodded.

It occurred to you that Jungkook might be your real soulmate.

“Namjoon!” Dr. Jung opened the double doors to the suite. You took the room in. Hardly a room—there was a whole lab set up in there. Humming with the soft whirr of state-of-the-art machinery, bright white lights everywhere. Translucent monitors display complex molecular structures and neural pathways. Simulations.

The middle of the room had a holographic interface projected a three-dimensional model of a chip. The chip. Tiny filaments extended from the chip, resembling delicate neurons connecting to an unseen network.

Your heart skipped a beat. This was paradise.

There was not a drop of chemicals in this lab. Everything was tech-based, simulation and modeling predicting chemical interactions, hormonal regulation, neural response and bodily action.

“Hey Hobi” You heard a low, smooth voice. Your clenched your fingers into your palm. Taking a deep breath, you turned the corner where Dr. Kim was sitting.

God.

He sat casually on a stool set up by a plain workstation. He was dressed in a black turtleneck, black trousers—his black hair gelled up. You’d neve seen him without a white-coat on, as that’s how he tended to appear in media pictures. Here, in front of you now, he was relaxed. He was just a person. He was a man.

His dimpled smile made your throat tighten. A smile that reached his eyes with such a genuine glimmer. He greeted Dr. Jung with a suave fistbump, exchanging some words with him before chuckling lightly, patting him on the back and swiveling his chair towards you and Jungkook.

His smile widened.

“Hey there” He nodded his head politely. Both you and Jungkook bowed slightly. “So you’re the poor kids who got looped into helping this motherfucker” Your eyes widened at his comment, but Dr. Jung simply rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah—I’ll see you downstairs. Drinks tonight? The usual?” Dr. Jung pointed at him for confirmation as he reached the door. Namjoon nodded.

“Of course Hobi, I’ll see you later” He redirected his full attention to the both of you, shutting the computer in front of him. “Please, take a seat” He motioned behind him and a small robot pushed two stools over to where you were standing.

“I’m Y/n L/n” You extended your hand to him.

“Ah yes, I’ve heard about you. You study my work, huh?” He winked, making your face rush with heat. His eyes passed over to Jungkook. “And you?”

“Jeon Jungkook, honored to be here, sir”

“Good. Good, so tell me about yourselves”

“Actually” You exhaled. “Dr. Kim, if you don’t mind—there’s a matter I’d like to discuss with you”

He raised his eyebrows. Folding his arms over his strong chest in a way that made you aware that this man worked out, he leaned back. “Oh, sure. Let’s hear it then”

You were about to speak when Jungkook interrupted.

“Y/n’s soulmate was a placebo. We’d like to run the compatibility test to find out who her real soulmate is”

Your mouth felt dry. Namjoon’s eyes flashed with interest, gaze remaining steady on you.

“How’d you figure it out?”

You looked at Jungkook.

“I uh, hacked some data” Jungkook confessed, shyly.

Namjoon let out a soft laugh.

“Well alright. As you know, any scientific RCT trial needs a control group. We use these placebos to understand the actual effect of the Soulmate algorithm’s deployment on the outcomes of interest. Procreation, individual health and wellness, etc.”

He was speaking to you. Directly to you, even though Jungkook was right by your side.

“The way the chip works is that you see someone who surpasses your compatibility threshold. There isn’t one soulmate. I suppose there could be, but we have to factor in proximity and chance for encounter. That’s why the microchip will only give the Soulmate signal once you meet someone who has also passed the cognitive-sexual threshold who surpasses your compatibility level. Another threshold, unique to each person and defined by many metrics”

It was nothing you didn’t know. Jungkook on the other hand, was fascinated.

“Wait so, both and Y/n and I were past out cognitive-sexual threshold and we saw each other all the time before she met…her placebo. I didn’t meet her compatibility threshold?”

Namjoon seemed to bit back a giggle. “Well, Jungkook? Is it? Right, it goes both ways. She didn’t meet yours either” His eyes flashed at you. You couldn’t help but notice that they were honey-brown, almost gleaming gold in the light.

Jungkook seemed to recede into himself.

“Is there a way I can check my compatibility with my placebo soulmate?” You asked, tugging at your sleeves.

“Well, I suppose” Namjoon took a second to think, “If you know where they are right now, and get to them without looking too many people in the eye” He chuckled.

Right, you mused.

“Because if you reset my chip, and I see someone else, it’ll register they’re my soulmate before I can even look Jimin in the eye” You mumbled.

“Exactly. We can do that, if you’d like. But no law says you must be romantically involved with your soulmate. Either way, your choice is still your own”

You gulped. You just had to know.

“Please, if it’s alright, can you reset my chip?” The words felt like acid leaving your mouth. Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly.

“Sure thing. Jungkook—this is a medical procedure, technically. We will need some privacy”

“Oh, right” Jungkook scrambled to his feet, rushing out the door rather quickly. Namjoon reached for a tablet set near the window and tapped a few buttons. Some robots arrived, removing the table and stools and setting up a medical bed in it’s place.

“Do you not like your placebo soulmate?” Namjoon asked, while the robots were at work.

“Actually I like him a lot.” You confessed. “But I believe so strongly in the benefits of your algorithm. So I just need to know for sure”

Namjoon squinted at you, but nodded.

“Do most placebos work out?” You blurted, covering your stomach with your crossed arms. “Is there a statistically significant difference between outcomes with truly compatible soulmates and placebo ones?”

A grin tugged at Namjoon’s lips. The robots finished setting up the medical equipment and he motioned for you to lie down.

“What do you think, Y/n?” Namjoon mused as he connected a few wires to the back of your neck. “Do you think placebos would work out the same way? Is believing someone is your true love enough to make you love them?”

You gulped. His fingers brushed against your nape as he plugged in your chip.

Until it hit you.

“It doesn’t matter” The thoughts came to you as the words left your mouth, “It isn’t even about love. Compatibility. Or health.” Your eyes quivered as you noticed Namjoon’s grin widening.

“I-It’s about your faith in the State” You drawled, “If you believe in the State—in the Soulmate Initiative, then it’ll work. And if you don’t—”

You sat upright suddenly, feeling uneasy. Jimin’s fears echoing in the back of your mind.

“Don’t worry—you did fall in love. You clearly believe, so you have nothing to worry about.” Namjoon admired you for a moment. “You’re very smart, Miss. Y/n. It’s a shame it took us until now to meet”

Namjoon proceeded to tap a few more things on his tablet.

“Now before we do this, you should know. There is a small chance the reset will cause both you and your placebo soulmate to forget that you’ve seen each other. Not to worry, though, I can make sure that you head his way after the procedure to see if you two are compatible”

You gripped the edges of the seat with your trembling fingers.

“But don’t worry, you’ll be unharmed”

Forgetting Jimin—that’s harm. That’s fucking harm. Your mind was screaming warning.

“Wait actually I don’t—”

“Relax,” Namjoon placed a hand gently on your shoulder, pushing you back to your chair. “I’m here. I’ll tell you to go find this fella and look him straight in the eye before anyone else. You can trust me”

Strangely enough, you believed him.

“Okay”

“What’s his name?”

You hesitated. Drawing attention to Jimin’s citizen file wasn’t a smart idea given what you knew about him.

“P-park Jimin”

“Good. Now close your eyes. This might give you a brief migraine”

Jimin—

It had been pathetic. Jimin showed up at the steps of Jin’s home—the home he shared with a few other members of the resistance. It was late—he could hear the debauchery happening inside loud and clear. The familiar stench of tobacco and liquor radiated from the dim light behind the shuttered windows.

He inhaled sharply. He spent the whole day wandering. Trying to drown himself in schoolwork until even that seemed pointless. He needed a distraction. Something to ease the pain. Until he figured out how the hell he would get you back. He needed anything.

He sat down on the splintered porch steps, ignoring the fleet of giggles from what he assumed were sex workers. Staring at his palms, he recalled the sensation of your touch. His fingers curled into his palm, wishing your hand was there but instead grasping at the crisp late winter air.

“Well look here,” Jin’s familiar voice boomed from the entryway. Jimin looked back to see him, a flimsy tank top under his leather jacket which was being pulled off by a beautiful, voluptuous woman. “Ay, fuck off whore—that’s my little brother and oh,” Jin pouted, shoving the woman off of him, “He looks so sad” Jin leaned down to tug Jimin’s cheeks in a way he always used to do when Jimin was younger.

“Why you sad baby boy?” The woman cooed, “If you’d like, I can make it all better”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “No, thank you.” Redirecting his attention to Jin who slid down to sit by his side, a bottle of beer in his hand— “God, doesn’t it ever get a bit old hyung?”

Jin scoffed, “I’ve had about enough of you sitting on your high horse and judging us, Jimin. You are one of us. We’re at war. Well—” He took a sip, “We will be, soon enough, and we need you. Your brother was—”

Jimin hissed. Jin took the hint, luckily.

“Look,” His tone grew serious, “We had one of our mole’s hack into the microchip database. We were right. The kind of data they collect and the way they use it to strategically puppet aspects of our society—it’s robbing free will. Altering memories. Manipulating thought through exposure and environment. And because there’s not specific legislature that oppresses people, they play it off as the way the world works. No. They built these structures, Jimin-ah. We have proof.”

Jimin gazed up at the obscured night sky. Clouds veiled any semblance of starlight, mirroring the shadow over his thoughts.

“She isn’t even really my soulmate” Jimin chuckled bitterly. “It was a fucking placebo”

Jin stared at him for a moment, before his eyes softened with pity. “Fuck Jimin,” He handed him the bottle. Jimin took it, sipping the sour & bitter liquid. “You really like the bitch, huh?”

“Hyung” Jimin snapped. Jin simply chuckled.

“My bad, my bad. The scientist. Whatever the fuck her name is. Listen. If you want to know if your feelings are genuine or not, you need to take out your microchip. It’s the only way you’d know for sure. The fact that there is a placebo cohort for something like this is kinda fucked up. Whatever happened to ethics?” Jin scoffed. Jimin took another swig of the beer.

Should he? Should he take it out? The microchip was the physical embodiment of the state's reach into his very soul.

Jin could sense that Jimin was considering his idea.

“Honestly, it’s about damn time you did Jimin. Things are getting serious around here. We’re going to start taking real action, advocating for our cause. We want you in—we’ve always known you’re a smart kid. Good with words and all that. Hell, you’re not meant for the battlefield Jimin. You’re meant for a throne”

Jimin set the bottle down, again looking up to the skies. “I don’t want a throne. I just want to not be a fucking puppet anymore. For them, or for you guys”

“Then take what’s yours. This is what your brother wanted, Jimin. Be more involved. Take charge. Your girl didn’t give up on you—the state fucking manipulated her to give up on you. They took everything from you—it’s damn time you see that. It’s damn time you fight for what you deserve”

Fight. He was going to fight for you. He had promised you that. Promised himself that.

He reached for the back of his neck.

“Fuck the State” He mumbled, “I want this out. Let’s go”

Jin grinned ear to ear, “Fuck yeah!” He patted Jimin on the ack excitedly. “We’ve got a bot that can do it in the back, come on”

You—

“Y/n?” The soft call echoed in the sterile room. Your eyes, weighed down by the fog of unconsciousness, fluttered open. The harsh fluorescent lights above you forced a squint. A lingering scent of antiseptic filled the air, accompanied by the gentle hum of machines.

Behind you, a subtle tug and disconnect confirmed the unplugging of your chip from the machine. The cool room air kissed your skin, sending a shiver of unease through you.

“Good, your vitals are all normal. You’re doing great,” Namjoon's voice reassured. Turning, you saw his back as he typed notes on his laptop.

It came back to you: where you were. Who you were. Everything seemed to click. Your heart seemed to hurt. You couldn’t understand why.

“Do you remember Park Jimin?” Namjoon asked. You blinked in his direction.

“Who?” Your response was automatic, a clouded memory of someone fading into obscurity. The emptiness inside of you seemed to pulse.

Namjoon continued typing, his focus on the screen. “There’s a man,” he hummed, “I need you to go directly to him and look him in the eye to see if he is your soulmate or not. His file suggests he may be at the University Law Library. Try to minimize eye contact with strangers as you head there.” Namjoon turned back around.

You looked at him.

In those honey eyes. Those sweet, smiling, kind eyes.

A sharp pain in your neck burned.

They say you’ll just know.

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dxnbeez · 4 months

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throne for two: masterlist

welcome to the throne for two masterlist! this is my first jungkook and bts related series ever and i hope you all enjoy this ride as much as i will do and feel free to leave any feedback! i have no date for updates, but i have most of the chapters ready to be published! also, english is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

without further ado, let's get into it!

summary.

Y/N knew that her whole life was outside the Palace, but it was hard to resist when she had known the Crown Prince, Jeon Jungkook, for as long as she could remember. Doomed to an end where everything she loves has to be abandoned, Y/N is forced to restart her life far from her mother, her village that saw her grow up and the man she loves. Who would have thought that loving would come at such a high price…

chapters.

the exile. 3.5k words.

the king. 4k words.

the bakery. 4.5k words.

the son. 4.6k words.

the town. 70%...

more to come...

#bts angst #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #bts #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bangtan #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim seokjin

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chateautae · 1 year

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cherry blossoms | pjm. (m)

banner by the uber talented jen @itaeewon !!

➵ summary: despising the lack of offensive capability to your lackluster powers, your father, the school’s chancellor, signs you up for lessons with the magic university’s top-rated guard, park jimin. known to be an intense, reserved man with ruthless skills in battle, you come to learn he not only goes hard in a fight, but goes hard in another ruthless form of art—fucking.

➵ pairing: mentor!jimin x chancellor’s daughter!reader

➵ genre: magic!au, university!au, student/mentor!au, bit of mutual pining, sexual angst, absolute porn but with some plot :]

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 12k

➵ warnings: swearing, loads of bickering, delicIOUS angst, sexual tension, pining hehe, explicit sexual content, dom!jimin, making out, sir kink!!, praising ♥, slight body worship, biting, marking, sooo much breast play/fondling, scratching, dirty talk, finger-fucking, cum-tasting, oral (f. recieving), unprotected public sex (nobody sees themm and pls be smarter), sex in the rain, rough sex, multiple orgasms <3

➵ a/n: so sorry for the delay on this loves!! i’m in the middle of finals and working as well so things are hectic, but i hope you enjoy this little jimin fic i’ve had in mind for so long!! please excuse mistakes as I did not have a beta. as always, your feedback in appreciated <3

"Dad, you have to let me out of these lessons!"

"Y/N, you know I'm not going to do that."

Grumbling, you followed after your father into his stuffy office. Grandiose, far too cluttered, and decorated with ridiculous magical items far too eclectic for your taste. This space only heightened your concern for your father’s sanity. He could hardly remember where he placed his glasses in here; there’s no way he’s sensible enough to justify keeping you in these hellish lessons.

“Dad, please. I know you said Mr. Park is a good fighter but that’s not what I need. I need somebody to teach me about my magic, not show me how to throw a punch.”

Your father grievously sighed, taking a tired seat behind his desk. “Honey, being able to use magic comes from our ability to fight, to defend ourselves and protect our friends. What Jimin is teaching you is exactly what you need.”

“But he sucks, dad!” You wailed, stomping your foot. You didn’t care how bratty you sounded despite being a full-grown woman, there was nothing you despised more than waltzing into that practice room and having your dignity stripped from you. Jimin was too damn ruthless; he didn’t understand the concept of baby steps and refused to comprehend gentler forms of teaching—he was a nightmare.

“He’s a goddamn menace, dad. I swear I’ll die before I learn how to use these dumb powers.” You made a show of opening your palm and letting your sorry-assed cherry blossoms dance over your fingers, flashing your father an irritated look.

He furrowed his thick brows before leaning forward on his desk, peering at you seriously. “Do you mean to say he’s not treating you right, Y/N?”

Sensing his over-protectiveness, you shut him down. “No, dad. He treats me fine, it’s just… it’s hard, okay? His lessons are too hard. I feel like I’m not learning anything and just making a fool out of myself. You have to get me somebody else.”

“Y/N, honey, I wish I could tell you there was an easier option, but there isn’t.” He stressed as kindly as possible, flipping open his tattered book of spells. He attempted to locate his reading glasses as he spoke—yeah, he’s certainly not sane enough. “Your powers are just unique and they require more specialized training in order to reach your full potential.”

“That sounds like a really sugar-coated way of saying they basically suck.” Your tone oozed bitterness, folding your arms with a huff. Your father exhaled despondently, meeting your gaze with sympathy.

“Your powers don’t suck, honey. You know our magic is just a manifestation of our personas, and you’ve inherited your mother’s Earth element. Your cherry blossoms are beautiful powers we don’t see in generations, you should be more proud of them.”

“Please, dad. You have lava as a goddamn power and mom can literally make hurricanes, how are cherry blossoms even close to that?”

Your father shook his head in disappointment, rising from his seat to address you sternly. “Y/N, the only reason your powers aren’t strong is because you keep putting yourself down and undermining your ability. You need to stop that, and Jimin’s training will help you if you try. I truly believe he’ll draw out the best of your abilities.”

Even if you contended he was right, your stubbornness won over, still pissed about this unjust kerfuffle you’ve suffered ever since your birth. Why did you have to be born with such shitty powers? Why did you have to train ten times harder than everyone else? Why were you subjected to brutal lessons that didn’t teach you a lick of anything?

Consumed by rage, your features furrowed with anger, words laced with a cutthroat tone. “Fine, but if I actually die or end up getting horribly injured, then it’ll be your fault, dad.”

Before he could respond, you stormed off, making sure you slammed the door of his office before disappearing into the hall.

“Again.”

Rolling your eyes where he couldn’t see, you replicated the exact sequence Jimin showed you earlier, focusing all your power into your hits and punches. On the last blow, the dummy actually tipped over, clattering on the ground with a thud. Your face lit up instantly—you’ve never done that before.

“Holy shit!” You cheered, facing Jimin with a radiant smile. “I fucking did it!”

“No, you didn’t.” Jimin scorned you, rigidly walking over to reposition the dummy. “That was a sloppy performance, do it again.”

Exasperated, you held out your arms. “What the fuck, Jimin? Are you seriously going to tell me that wasn’t good? And please, performance should be more so your concern.”

Jimin’s eyes suddenly hazed over with something dark and cold at your innuendo, causing a shiver to crawl up your spine—it’s like the devil himself was reaching into your soul and scraping it out of your body. “It isn’t about concentrating all your power into one move. It makes you sloppy and inconsistent, you need to learn how to control your power and appropriately distribute it throughout your body.”

“Wha–” You scoffed, confoundment riddling your features. “What the hell does this have to do with magic? You wanted me to repeat the sequence, and I did, what’s your problem?”

Jimin broke out into a dangerously low scoff. His crossed arms didn’t exactly help the situation, nor his tense and delicious body.

Yes, your mentor was insanely gorgeous. His lush lips, soft nose and majestic eyes were like deadly weapons. His flawlessly-sculpted cheekbones and jawline had girls at your school squealing, and it was especially hot whenever he locked his jaw when he was pissed at you, but you weren’t going to let your hormones win this fight. So what if his lean muscles appeared god-like when they were covered in sweat? Or when he swept his ring-slated hands through his luscious locks of raven-black hair? His good looks had nothing on you, even if your focus often deviated whenever the Adonis-like man lifted his shirt for even a millisecond.

You are totally not whipped.

You lost all function when Jimin suddenly closed in on you, boring black holes into your irises. “First of all, you need to stop cussing at me. I don’t appreciate it. Second of all, I don’t remember giving you permission to address me so casually. Where’s your ‘Sir’?”

“Well my fucking bad, Sir. I’m a goddamn 22 year-old university student and I can swear as much as I want.” You matter-of-factly retorted. “And last time I checked, you’re not some 40-year-old I’m gonna call Sir.”

“I’m old enough.” He gritted, piercing your very soul. “Now, get in your stance and try out the sequence on me. And this time, try to do as I say.”

Flashing him a dirty look, you propped a hand on your hip, saccharinely smiling. “Sorry, Sir. Can’t try out the sequence on you—I’ll probably break your bones.”

Tonguing the inside of his cheek, Jimin sent you an electric gaze that prickled your veins, completely blindsided when he suddenly performed the sequence on you. He disarmed you within seconds, barely managing to block his hits. Before you knew it, he caged you in his arms, your back crashing into his chest.

“Jimin–what the fuck!”

“Didn’t I always tell you to keep your guard up?” He harshly instructured, squeezing you to his frame in an inescapable lock. He wasn’t hurting you, he was holding you as lightly as possible so as to not harm you—he always did that. But dear God, could you feel your legging-cladded ass snug against his crotch, and you’d disintegrate if you ever got a feel for what he hid between his legs.

“So what? We were just talking!”

“And there will be countless scenarios where you’re merely speaking to someone before they attack you.” Jimin harshly reminded you. “Listen to me for once, Y/N.”

Frustrated by his strong arms, you dropped your weight and squirmed out of his deadly hold, shoving him off you. “This has nothing to do with magic! I don’t listen to you because you teach me jackshit.”

Jimin sighed as he swept a hand over his stunning face. “This has everything to do with magic, Y/N. You just refuse to see it.”

“Oh yeah?” You challenged Jimin, crossing your arms as you bitterly guffawed. “Is that really it? Or because you don’t have the balls to actually come at me with your magic?”

Jimin’s look wasn’t just dark anymore, his glare hardened into onyx. He was seething with frustration he was holding back for your sake, evidenced by his clenched jaw. His muscles tensed, and his steps towards you became menacing. “Oh really? I’m too scared to use my magic against you? How’s about this?”

Subsequently, Jimin waved his hands and manifested shadowy, pitch black ropes that seemed just as lethal as they looked. Before you could breathe, he launched one at you, causing you to shriek as you poorly defended yourself.

Another whip came flying at you, fearfully raising your palms and projecting enough cherry blossoms to cushion his heavy blow. You protected yourself again, and again, and again until your back pressed against the studio mirrors behind you, screeching when Jimin’s ominous black ropes came rushing towards you like harrowing hands. You cowered, utterly helpless as you trembled.

To your surprise, the black ropes halted right before you, retracting within seconds. You uncovered your fearful face and watched Jimin’s obsidian eyes melt back into their chocolatey brown, his intense gaze fixated on you.

Your fury boiled over then, irately raising your voice. “What the fuck was that for?!”

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me to use my magic on you, didn’t you?”

“Not like that, you ass! How could you do that?!”

Within seconds, Jimin’s hands were either side of your head, slamming against the mirrors behind you. Your breath hitched as his intense presence permeated you, staring at him in confuddled awe.

“To show you that you’re not ready,” steam practically blew out of his nose, his hard eyes and imposing aura suffocating you with alpha male energy. “You can’t handle me, or my magic.”

You must’ve been crazy, borderline lunatic to think his words held a deeper meaning. You couldn’t lie; Park Jimin was known to be an insanely intense, brooding man. He was primarily quiet, stuck to himself and performed his duties with exemplary skill. He was quite the enigma; nobody truly knew his background information or how he grew up, let alone his age.

The nosy students of your school only made a rough estimate when somebody unearthed the information that he started working for your father when he was 12, and someone else overheard an executive member mention that he’s served the school for a stellar 15 years. That placed his age at the rough estimate of 27, though he could be younger or older for all you knew.

So indeed, Jimin was correct. Maybe you couldn’t really handle him, he’s dark and mysterious and dangerous and made all your alarms fire off in succession, but he was enthralling all the same. Even if you knew your skill was nil compared to his, challenging him made things all the more fun—he always looked so sexy when you pissed him off.

“Who says I can’t handle you? I’ve been keeping up with your hellish lessons.”

Jimin narrowed his demon eyes. “Barely; if you listened to me, you’d flourish faster.”

Scoffing, you dismantled his makeshift cage around you, pushing his arms away. “Maybe if you actually taught me magic, I’d be inclined to listen.”

“You want me to teach you about magic? Well how’s about this; magic is unpredictable, volatile, and entirely out of your control. And until you learn how to do something as simple as controlling the power distribution in your own body, you’ll never be ready enough to use your own powers. Never.”

Opening your mouth to counter him, emotions welled up within you instead. His words were lethal, stabbing you through the chest and stifling any confidence you had.

This is exactly why you despised him and his lessons. All they ever did was pinpoint your weaknesses, like he was always rubbing salt in your wounds and enjoyed watching you squirm with agony.

He seemed to notice your glassy eyes, a sliver of sympathy cracking through his mask of stoicism.

“Y/N, you just need to listen to me.” He approached you, apprehensive about coming any closer when you clearly appeared too shaken—his eyes softened momentarily. “You have to stop resisting me and your powers. Your father gave me this task and I will honour him by seeing it through. You have to accept your magic… you have to accept me.”

Utterly distressed, you couldn’t handle him anymore. Not the hint of care in his gorgeous irises, not the scent of him casting a spell on you, or how his imposing aura lit a fire inside your trembling soul—none of it was within your capacity anymore.

You marched across the practice room to haul your bag over your shoulder and ran out on him—you were too embarrassed to face him, and nothing you could do would salvage your dignity after that.

It’d been a week since that last encounter with Jimin, having barely focused on your lectures for the grueling days. You didn’t look forward to seeing him this afternoon at all, having frowned and grumbled throughout most of your listless day.

“Y/N, Jungkook just blocked, aren’t you going to cheer for him?”

Pulled out of your reverie, your vision cleared up to find Jungkook flexing his muscles across the field as the scoreboard remained the same, your school leading by an astounding 20.

“Jungkook will forgive me, he knows I’ve been bummed.”

“I know he’s your best friend, but best friends appreciate support the most. You should cheer for him.” Nila benignly suggested, whooping when your school earned possession of the ball first.

Reluctantly, your eyes followed after the soccer ball wriggling between bulky pairs of legs until it was eventually kicked in Jungkook’s direction. Your breath caught in your lungs when you watched the ball hurtle towards the very corner of the net, but there was no need to fret.

Jungkook leapt across the net and cleverly caught the ball with his gigantic gloves, the school erupting into bouts of cheers. You smiled brightly and hollered for Jungkook as he proudly grinned at the crowd and his teammates, clearing the ball far down the field towards your school’s midfielders.

“There, is that better?” You swiveled around to Nila with a full-of-it face.

“Damn,” she shook her head, “Mr. Park really does get your panties in a twist.”

“Hey!”

“What?” Nila feigned innocence, sipping on her iced coffee. “You’re the one who didn’t shut up about the one inch of ab you got from him two weeks ago. And recently you haven’t shut up about him getting all up in your space, either.”

Pouting, you narrowed your eyes at her. “Whatever; he’s still an ass.”

“Mm. From what everyone’s seen, he’s got a hot ass.”

Mouth falling agape, you smacked Nila’s arm as she exclaimed in pain. “Ow! Y/N, listen, I get you’re mad at him but don’t take it out on me!”

“I know I’m-I’m sorry.” You sighed, moping on the bleachers. “He just has me on edge; am I ever gonna get better? Am I really just that crap at magic?”

Nila softened upon hearing your qualms, reaching out and curling her arm around your shoulders. “Hey, isn’t magic all about our will to fight? Last time I checked, you’ve got the most fight and willpower I’ve ever seen. You can do it, Y/N, you just have to put your mind to it.”

Sulking in your seat, her advice resonated with you, lightening up. “I guess.” You contended. “Well, tell Jungkook I had to leave early again for my lessons. Text me the updates.”

“Of course. You’ll have to prepare your bank account for him either way, though. You know he eats a lot whether he’s happy from winning or sad from losing.”

Chuckling, you thanked her for her words and slinged your tote bag over your shoulder, ready to step down the bleachers.

“Oh, wait. Y/N. You just reminded me.” Nila suddenly clasped your elbow, swiveling towards her.

“What’s up?”

“So, I don’t know how true this is. But apparently Mr. Park got into some shit in the afternoon.” She relayed. “I don’t know if he’s still pissed or not, but I’ve heard he’s been extra mean today.”

“What?” You incredulously exclaimed. “You’re fucking kidding me, what shit did he get into?”

“I don’t know the specifics, but apparently he got into a spat with some of the other guards. Again, not entirely sure, but some of Jungkook’s friends heard that it started over you.”

Bewilderment etched into your features, sitting shocked, practically electrocuted. “O-over me? What? Why?”

“Don’t know.” Nila shrugged her shoulders. “But it seemed like the other guards said something about you and it pissed off Mr. Park. He made a whole scene about it. Nat from our enchantments class said he saw Mr. Park choking one of the guards.”

That… doesn’t even sound real. Why would Jimin get mad about something concerning you? Of all people? Why would he cause a scene by attacking one of the school’s guards? He’s usually such a calm, collected man who’s never lashed out like that; what could they have possibly said to short circuit his fuse?

“Shit, okay. Thanks for letting me know, Nila. I’ll get more info from my dad later if I can.”

“No problem.” Nila smiled sweetly. “I just hope he isn’t hard on you today.”

You scoffed, shooting her a knowing look. “Please, it wouldn’t be different from any other day.”

She laughed with you. “Hey, it kinda sounds like he’s got a soft spot for you. And he’s insanely hot too! You should jump his bones.”

You shuddered when Nila sent you a mischievous wink, flinging a dirty look her way before quickly stepping down the bleachers.

You jumped when your school suddenly erupted into deafening cheers. Of course, Jungkook skillfully blocked what would’ve been a nasty penalty, and you happily smiled at the sight of him shouting with his teammates, his doe eyes glistening under the blinding lights.

Content, you paddled through the wet field grass before your smile fell from your face, remembering what Nila told you. Will Jimin be okay when you see him? You’ve seen the hard man frustrated or annoyed with you before, but never angry enough to choke another person.

You truly hoped he was alright.

“We’re not training here.”

“What? Why not?” You stared perplexedly at Jimin.

Jimin didn’t utter another word, his features drawn together in controlled irritation. Clearly, he was still pissed about whatever happened this afternoon, but he seemed to be containing it around you.

He grasped your hand and began leading you out of your usual practice room. Your heart spasmed once his hand was in yours—bigger, warmer, callused, his cold, silver rings pressed into your palm—the sensation erupted goosebumps all over your skin.

He’s never touched you like this before.

You were so hyper-fixated on your connected hands that you didn’t even notice the corridors and stairs he led you through, far too captivated by the beautiful, glassy skin of his hands with a few veins bulging. He gripped you tighter as you both stepped out into a large courtyard, enclosed by four walls that housed slightly elevated halls for viewing.

Your confused eyes flickered around the open space, unfamiliar to this area.

“Woah, where are we?”

“My private courtyard.”

Taken aback, you blinked. “You… have your own courtyard?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Again, Jimin didn’t entertain your question, merely released your hand before he tread through the grass and set his things down. “Put your stuff with mine.”

Obliging, you followed after him and stuffed your bag with his things, clearing your throat before you faced him at full attention. You purposefully sealed your mouth shut despite questions frolicking about in your mind. Jimin seemed moody and irritable; it’s probably best to keep quiet.

His shoes scraped across the dry, dirt ground as he sauntered towards the center of the courtyard, kicking at some of the loose pebbles. He stopped and peered back at you, cocking his head for you to join him.

Scrambling, you paddled over until you were across from him. You could sense his residual anger, but he appeared calmer now; either a result of his stellar self-control or perhaps… you?

Now that’s just impossible.

“We’re outside because you're an Earth element and would train better outside—with nature.” He explained, and your eyes automatically widened.

“You’re… gonna teach me about magic?”

Stoic, Jimin pursed his lips before folding his delicious arms instead. His voice was hypnotizing as he deflected, like you were a snake being charmed. “I don’t know if anyone’s told you this, but the best element among the regular five is Earth—you reap the benefits of Mother Nature and it’s the most naturally occurring element. It constantly offers pure magic.”

“Really?”

“Mm.” He nods. “As an Earth element, you can constantly channel pure magic from the Earth, so it’s best to train or fight outside.”

“Wow.” You marveled, blindsided by that information. “The other elements don’t have that?”

“Each element offers its own benefits. Water’s abundant within everything, fire is aided by any heat, dark elements can channel the dark realms.” Jimin casually informed. “But as an Earth element, you’ll easily draw power from the nature around you.”

“Dark elements… I thought they were the most powerful.” You trailed, considering them in your head. The Dark elements were always known to be a forbidden, scarcely discussed aspect of your magical world. It was a category of magic users that typically channeled their powers from the dark spheres of your universe, but were widely shunned upon considering one’s magic was a manifestation of their personalities.

Dark magic could only mean their owners were dark and sometimes… villainous.

”Technically, yes, but dark elements are usually ostracized and penalized. They’re regarded as outcasts and are often apprehended by law enforcement—their powers suffer as a result.”

“But, Jimin,” you paused, sympathy faintly lacing your tone. “Aren’t you a dark magic user? They’re only shunned because they can do things… forbidden in the magic world.”

Jimin’s eyes slightly widened, tensing his folded arms. His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly, possibly not expecting you to know that information. You only knew because it was a rumour that floated around campus—turns out it was right.

“Don’t ask questions, just listen.” He commanded sharply.

Sighing, instead of becoming angry, you decided to be kinder. Being a dark element wasn’t easy; they were constantly ridiculed, incarcerated and over-policed—perhaps that's why Jimin was always so pissy. There was no doubt he faced the same struggles. “C’mon, Jimin. You want me to listen to you, don’t you?”

Jimin’s hard stare focused elsewhere, causing you to step closer to him—you searched for his eyes and spoke with a soft, affable tone. “I’d listen to you if you told me more about yourself.”

Jimin appeared reluctant, watching the gears in his head shift through his enigmatic eyes. He sighed before loosening his rigid muscles, dialing down his intensity.

“I have shadow magic.” He said, his features radiating apprehension, appreciating him when he continued nonetheless. “I can create shadows.”

To your surprise, Jimin demonstrated his ability by waving his hand and suddenly, manifesting a small cluster of cherry blossoms. They appeared similar to yours, quaint and honestly… beautiful. They were slightly translucent and shadowy, but you giggled when he blew the black petals through your hair, tickling your cheeks as they passed by.

They fluttered majestically in the air before fading away. When your gaze locked with Jimin’s, you swear you found a faint smile on his lips as he watched you, but you decided to not entertain anything outlandish.

“Oh my god, that was so cool!”

He shrugged, hands stuffed into his dress pant pockets. “It can be. I can access and draw power from the shadow realm too, let’s me move through the shadows.”

“That’s so much better than my powers.” You whined, never noticing the unconscious steps you took towards him, far too eager. “But what’s so forbidden about your magic? It’s stunning.”

Jimin’s expression slightly contorted with shock, as though he’d never heard such a thing about his magic before. He dismantled it before you could really extrapolate anything, though, clearing his throat. “Being able to move through the shadows gives me the power to control them.” He gravely explained. “I can control other people’s shadows.”

You furrowed your brows. “What’s so forbidden about that?”

“Y/N…” he practically purred, staring deeply into your eyes. You attempted to subside the spark in your sex when he said your name so… sexily. “People are attached to their shadows. I can control them and make them do whatever I want—they can become my puppets.”

Pouting, you recognized the law within your magic world he infringed upon; using magic to control others. But you knew Jimin, he would never do such a thing.

“But you’d never do that, Jimin.”

Jimin scoffed, his dry smile far too attractive for his own good. “And how are you so sure about that?”

Softening, you guess you had no real clue. But something about Jimin didn’t radiate evil energy. You could feel the good in him, could sense that residing behind his ribs was a kind heart; why else would he be working at your school? Helping you out?

Closing the space between you two, you stepped forward, utilizing the one ace you knew you had—Nila made a point earlier.

Gazing up into his gripping stare, you dared to keep eye contact, swimming through his onyx irises rather than letting them drown you. “Because you wouldn't do that to me, would you?”

Jimin’s jaw tensed as he looked at you, his features melting from one of solid steel into malleable silver. He revealed the slightest bit of emotion as he sucked in a breath, carefully studying your face. His gaze lingered on your lips for a second longer than you expected, and you swear the tension was palpable.

Suddenly your heart was throbbing, your blood pumping in your veins and your breaths quickening. His lips became your focus, too. So plump and utterly tempting, like they were sweeter than a popsicle on a hot summer’s day.

And you couldn’t lie, they were the kind of fat, juicy lips you wouldn’t just want on your mouth…

You coughed and broke eye contact once your mind descended into the gutter, also springing Jimin back to reality. He cleared his throat before stepping away from you.

“We should train.” He swallowed.

You exhaled with stupid sexual frustration, mind brewing with all sorts of turmoil as you agreed. You could sense the guard he had, like he’d never let anybody past his hard shell. His walls were iron-clad with his heart caged, as though something dark and wild was hidden inside of him.

But you didn’t care; you wanted more. Something about Jimin compelled you to tread further, to dip your toes in his dangerous waters and truly submerge yourself within the deep, deep ocean that was this man.

“Jimin, you don’t have to hide.” Your tone dripped with sympathy, approaching him again. “I’m… I’m here, okay?”

Before you could touch him, Jimin turned his back on you, his energy now agitated. His squared shoulders were the only thing visible to you now, his one word sharper than a knife. “Stop.”

Defeated, you sighed as your eyes lingered on his back. It appeared so… lonely, so guarded. You pushed away any prying thoughts and simply followed after him. Clearly this subject was too touchy for him—he was already housing frustration from whatever happened this morning.

You watched as Jimin clenched his fists before turning around. He appeared far more collected, calmer, but his eyebrows still sexily drawn together. “Let’s get back to training.”

Acquiescing, you pursed your lips as you nodded, stepping towards him.

“Okay, I think the reason why your magic lacks offensive power is because you don’t think of them that way.” He recovered smoothly—you furrowed your brows in response.

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is that magic doesn’t become powerful naturally. You need to cultivate it, weaponize it.” Jimin explained, motioning towards you. “Conjure up some cherry blossoms for me.”

Exhaling carefully, you internally pep-talked yourself as you took your stance, driving away all daunting thoughts. Opening your palm, a cluster of cherry blossoms sprouted from it, fluttering with grace. Your gaze connected with Jimin’s as he nodded.

“Good. Now, how do you think of your magic when you’re going to use it in a fight or in battle?”

Sifting through your head, you contemplated a logical scenario. “I would ambush the enemy with my cherry blossoms.”

“Mm. That’s where you’re wrong.”

“What?” You peered at him with perplexion. “What’s wrong about that?”

Jimin tongued the inside of his cheek before he stepped closer to you, his fierce, alluring eyes holding your attention captive. “How do you think of your cherry blossom magic?”

You shrugged, avoiding the surge of arousal his gaze sent though you. “Simple. They’re flowers and petals.”

“Again, wrong.” Jimin surprisingly tutted you softly. “It’s true, your magic is mainly flowers and petals, but did you ever consider that if you manifested thousands of them and launched them at the speed of light, they could be as sharp as a knife?”

“I–” you opened your mouth to counter him, but found no rebuttal. It was true, you’ve never thought of your petals that way, you’d always considered them for what they were—cherry blossoms. “I guess?”

Jimin flicked two fingers in the air and suddenly, a shadowy, black card manifested between his middle and index finger, drawing your attention towards it.

“Your petals are like this card; right now they’re flimsy and harmless.”

He purposely bends the card and plays with it, demonstrating its malleability.

“But, if I launch the card at a high speed,” Jimin then fixed himself into a stance and speedily whipped the card right over your shoulder, hurtling towards the small tree behind you. Your shocked eyes marvelled at the card completely slicing the bark, slowly turning back towards him.

“Okay, woah.” You contended, taken aback by his skill. “So I have to do that, but with my cherry blossoms?”

“Mm.” He nodded, folding his delicious arms. “Think of your cherry blossoms as knives. Manifest thousands of petals and try launching them at a high speed.”

You cleared your throat, preparing yourself. You understood what he was requesting, but you didn’t know where to begin. Something about Jimin watching you so intensely as you began was daunting, embarrassed that you might appear like a fool.

“Could… could you not watch?”

He quirked a brow. “Why not?”

“Because…” You averted your eyes, attempting to be furtive about your timidness. “I don’t want you to watch me fail.”

He sighed, long and deep, though his eyes revealed slight sympathy. “You won’t fail, Y/N. Don’t think about what other people will think; just think about you and your magic. Your cherry blossoms.”

Absorbing his words, you focused on your magic and honed in on controlling them, manifesting a cluster large enough to at least be a hundred. You knew you were near the amount Jimin wanted, shamefully flashing your eyes in his direction where he noticed your hesitancy.

“It’s okay Y/N. Just take a deep breath, take your time.”

Your face revealed shock listening to his words; he’s never been so… supportive before. He appeared calm and patient, boosting your morale. You concentrated on squeezing more petals out of you, but your exhaustion was winning over, the exertion far too much.

“Fuck!” You curse as your magic fizzled out. “I can’t fucking create more. I don’t get how I’m going to do this.”

“Y/N…” Jimin purred again, gulping when your gaze found his soft one.

“Fucking what Jimin?”

“Here,” Jimin approached you, grasping your forearms from behind and suddenly, encasing you in his arms. Your breath hitched feeling his body so close to yours, the warmth radiating off him completely addicting. You wanted to melt into him, let your back press against his chest, but your thoughts were interrupted when Jimin’s gorgeous voice filled your ears. “Try it like this.”

His breath fanned across the crest of your ear, engulfing you with vigour. Jimin’s surprisingly careful hands slithered down your forearms, curling them over your wrists. He relaxed your position, situating you to be less stiff.

“Don’t be so stiff,” his charming, quiet voice sent ripples throughout your body. “Let yourself feel everything you feel.”

Heeding his advice, you shut your eyes and focused on your surroundings. You could hear birdsong, chirping majestically. You could smell the fog sticking to the ground, the chillier breeze of rain clouds emerging. But you were at a crossroads; you could smell Jimin’s intoxicating male scent, musky and powerful. You could feel his rings against your heated skin, your heart thundering as you swallowed nervously.

Jimin seemed to notice your melting. “Good, think about the nature around you.” He purred, beautiful and sweet. “Think about the ground beneath your feet; its density, its strength.”

You inhaled meditatively as you envisioned the strength of the ground, it’s mighty rock that’s endured centuries of history.

“Think about the millions of blades of grass around you, the enriching oxygen. Think about how every cell in your body craves that oxygen, how much you want it.”

You shuddered, entirely engrossed by his enchanting voice, his calming presence that anchored you to the Earth. Suddenly, it was easy thinking about your cherry blossoms, channeling the traits of all the elements you considered.

Magically, thousands of little petals flowed out of you, opening your eyes to find a gorgeous school of pink blossoms.

“Oh my god,” you marvalled, breath catching in your throat. “Oh my god, oh my god!” You were mesmerized, not having seen such a magnificent cluster of your own abilities, the petals moving at your command.

You swear you could feel Jimin smile behind you, your eyes bright and radiant with triumph. “That was amazing, Y/N.”

Grinning from ear to ear, you cheerfully regard him, hands too antsy for more. “Teach me more, teach me more!”

“Of course,” he beautifully chuckled, and you quickly noticed what a rare sight that was, a symphonious sound. “Try thinking of that tree as an enemy. Get mad. Envision your cherry blossoms annihilating it, and think of the Earth around you helping you.”

Positioning yourself again, Jimin took a light step back as you controlled your swarm of cherry blossoms. You zeroed-in on his advice, adopting a state of zen that allowed you to concentrate on your abilities. Within seconds of allowing yourself a stream of thoughts, you felt your veins surge with insurmountable power, your irises heat, and your fingertips feel tingly as your petals launched towards the tree.

The bark incurred a significant amount of damage, your blossoms trickling away into thin air as they dispersed. Again, you celebrated, turning to Jimin with a victorious smile.

“Holy shit, I actually did that!”

Jimin’s slight, proud grin honestly shot an arrow through your heart. “Yes you did, Y/N.”

Subsequently, Jimin patiently lets you practice just like that; manifesting, honing in, launching. He repeats the same regime with you over and over, prompting you with small tips and advice to let your power slowly, but surely cultivate. You succeeded enough times that Jimin’s smile replicated yours once your abilities became more refined, clearly indicating significant progress.

Jimin sauntered his way in front of you at a fair distance afterwards, cutting you off from the tree you previously damaged. You furrowed your eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

Hiding a small smile, Jimin stood tall and proud as he mischievously peered at you. “You’ve been doing great so far, but now you have to hit me with your cherry blossoms.”

“Wha–?”

“Just hit me, Y/N.”

Apprehensively, you sucked it up, flashing him a challenging look. “Fine. But it’s your funeral.”

Jimin cracked a full-of-it grin. “We’ll see about that.”

You couldn’t help but let your lips curve as you positioned yourself, Jimin also assuming a defensive stance. Applying everything he’d taught you just now, you internally manifested your power, letting it compile until it could flow out of you.

Within seconds, your cherry blossoms trickled out of your fingertips, creating a large enough storm that you envisioned as little razor blades, and launched them in Jimin’s direction. For a second, you felt confident you’d got him. Your cherry blossoms were flying far too fast for him to counter—you were horribly mistaken.

Jimin’s shadows spilled out of his hands, creating a wave of shadowy black that casted your incoming swarm away from him, like a shield. After your blossoms were thwarted, Jimin suddenly charged towards you, his long strides causing him to meet you within just 3 steps.

His arm curled around your body, crushing you to his front tight enough that your chest squished into his. You malfunctioned, veins surging with arousal powerful enough to completely subdue you. His fist suddenly came up, positioned for a damning left hook.

You’re stunned, left with whiplash as you stared at him in awe—a curve crept up onto his lips, his eyes dancing. “So, my funeral? Or yours?”

Winded by his wit, you scoffed, cheeks burning brightly. “I…”

“You…?”

Swallowing, you hated that your wandering eyes trickled down to his chest—his buttoned shirt revealed a small, tempting area of it. His eyes felt fierce, fixated on you with a sort of passion you couldn’t figure out. Before your mind spiralled into thoughts of kissing him, you attempted to utilize what Jimin taught you.

Immediately, you shoved his fist away and tried placing it in a lock, but Jimin read your movement. The second you spinned, he instead overpowered you and tugged your back into his chest, caging you from behind. You cursed, struggling against his iron grip. Despite the feeling of being this close to him suffocating you, you immediately dropped your weight, dismantling him for a second.

Your fingers curled underneath his and released his grip, tumbling out. You whirled around and lifted your hands, cherry blossoms filtering out of your palms towards him. Jimin merely smirked, shaking his head before his black ropes manifested before you. They grappled your wrists before you could even react, ensnared by his might.

You resisted, but nothing broke his hold. Your palm flew open to attack him, but without your stance, there was no hope in manifesting enough of your petals. Still, you persisted, using Jimin’s ropes to tug him towards you. He stumbled forward, granting you the opportunity to lift your knee and catch him in his manhood, but you were too predictable.

Jimin blocked your knee, curled his hands underneath it and lifted you, causing you to nearly fall back. You yelped as your hand flew around Jimin’s neck to balance yourself, an instinct of his forcing you both backwards. Your back eventually pressed against one of the many posts supporting the upper levels of his courtyard.

Winded, your breaths felt quick and heavy once you stared at Jimin—his hand darted back to cushion your blow against the post, his other hand holding your knee against his hip. Your arms flailed around his neck, now left in this entirely compromising position.

He gazed deeply into your eyes, shocked you both ended up like this. Your heart was hammering so loud you were afraid he could see through your ribs, blood rushing to your head. His scent was casting a spell on you, even if his black ropes were around your wrists. For a second, you think about releasing his hold, but Jimin’s beautiful eyes begin scanning your face, falling to your lips. He lingers once again for far too long.

Your breath hitched, considering the idea of kissing him, of simply decreasing this space until you both forgot each other’s names. He pissed you off, he irritated you, and his lessons have made you feel shitty more times than you could count. But he was invigorating, impassioning, an entirely electric, consuming danger you wanted to explore more than anything.

As if reading your mind, Jimin actually inched forward, concentrated on your lips. You panicked, unbelieving that he could even want to kiss you. He must be sick in the head or mistaking you for someone else, because there’s simply no way.

“Jimin…” You cooed, swallowing harshly before your lips blurted out something random—a stupid defence mechanism. “What happened this afternoon?”

Pausing, Jimin’s features contorted with confusion, lightly pulling back. “What?”

“This… this afternoon.” You timidly repeated, peering carefully into his obsidian eyes. “I heard about what happened.”

Jimin appeared suddenly… betrayed. As though you’d committed a horrible act. “Why are you asking me about that?”

“Because I’m worried,” you laced your tone affably. “I’m sorry if you don’t want to talk about it. You don’t have to. But I just want to know if you’re okay.”

Jimin’s eyes revealed complete disorientation, eyebrows straightening into a harsh line before his hands retracted from your body. “It’s none of your concern, Y/N.”

He stepped away from you too quickly, a disapproving look smeared all over his face. You immediately felt hurt, as though shards of glass were piercing your chest.

“Jimin, please. I’m sorry but… I’m just worried.”

“I never asked you to worry, Y/N.” Jimin harshly scorned you. “It’s none of your business.”

“None of my business?” You repeated, tone rising in attitude. “How is it none of my business when it was about me?”

Jimin immediately froze, whirling around to regard you with anger. “How do you know that?”

“That doesn’t matter,” you retorted. “I just wanna know, Jimin, what happened? What could’ve possibly made you react the way you did?”

“I told you, Y/N.” Jimin warned, his eyes revealing thin patience. “Stop asking me questions, or you’ll regret it.”

Clenching your fists tightly, you were tired of this—his evasiveness was incorrigibly irritating. “Oh really, you’ll make me regret it? Especially when my name was mentioned?”

Jimin’s jaw visibly tightened, his muscles tensed. “You don’t need to know.”

You scoffed, closing in on him as you folded your arms. “But I think I do, Jimin. You think it’s not going to concern me when another guard brings up my name? Just tell me.”

“No.”

“Jimin…” you ground your teeth, frustration seeping into your attitude. “Tell me right the fuck now, or I ask my father and I’ll find out anyway.”

Jimin appeared stuck then, lightly cursing to himself as he contemplated his options. Clearly, he had to know you were right—of course it concerned you when another unknown guard brings up your name, and he can't deny you the chance of knowing.

Especially when your father would retaliate in ways much worse.

Jimin sighed, long and deep. He perched his beautiful hands on his lean hips, coasting his thumb across his lush set of lips. “I didn’t like what the guard said.”

“I didn’t ask that.” You snipped. “I asked what he said.”

Jimin lightly grimaced, hand rigidly rubbing the back of his neck. His apprehensiveness made you realize that Jimin was evidently concealing the words for your betterment—your confident posture suddenly faltered.

“Did they say something disgusting?”

Jimin winced. “Slightly.” He tightly clamped his jaw with anger. “But they stopped promptly. They know your father is chancellor; he’d kill them before I even got the chance.”

You ignored the little flutter in your heart that his statement swelled. “Then what was it?”

Jimin was being far too furtive, but he eventually loosened up, pressing his lips together, as though he were experiencing pain even speaking this. “They were commenting on your magic and me teaching you. Made some predatory comments before they called you useless, and a disappointment—I lost it.”

For a second, the comment doesn’t register. It’s not something foreign to you; people have always thrown insults at you about your humdrum abilities since you were born. Whether they were your father’s colleagues whispering at gatherings behind his back, or family members blatantly telling you to your face at grand balls—you’re no stranger to being called useless.

But a disappointment? As you stood here, at your older age of 22 and yet still struggling to get a hold of your powers, an insurmountable feeling of defeat washed over you. As a kid, the comments were only motivators to do better, to be better, because you had time, time to potentially improve yourself.

But you were never pressured to be anything more than what you were, and now you’ve amounted to nothing but being a disappointment.

Perhaps that was your fault. Perhaps you were so helpless that your parents had no choice but to give up on you, to never push you beyond your limits—they knew you’d never reach them.

A cold wave of realization slapped you, your chest pierced with your harsh reality. “That’s… it’s true.”

Jimin immediately furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean, Y/N? It’s not true.”

“But it is,” you challenged, your face becoming as bleak as ever. “It’s true. I’m useless, even more so a disappointment.”

Before Jimin could open his mouth, a low, rumbling sound of thunder signalled the beginning of rain, little droplets suddenly transforming into thick pelts of water. You both noticed the shift in weather, peering up at the sky, but neither of you dared to move, glued to your spots.

“You’re not useless, Y/N.” He said over the pattering rain.

“But aren’t I?” There was no arguing against it; you can’t fight, can’t utilize your cherry blossoms, can’t seem to appease anybody with your lackluster magic. “Everyone makes the most of what they have, but I never can.”

Jimin’s features contorted. “Yes you can, Y/N. You learned something today. There’s no truth in what those guards said.”

“You shouldn’t have hurt them.” You reprimanded him, voice flat and soulless, empty eyes faltering to the ground as rain began dampening your hair, face and clothes. “They were right, I can’t do anything with my magic. I’m just a disappointment.”

You’re surprised to feel the sudden, harsh grasp of Jimin’s hands on your arms. He shook you, boring into your eyes with conviction. “Stop saying that, Y/N. You’re not useless, you’re anything but useless and a disappointment. Stop.”

“But it’s true,” your lips couldn’t help but tremble, vulnerable irises trembling as they met his obsidian ones. How could he of all people deny these claims? He’s seen firsthand your lack of capability. “I can’t do anything, I’m a disappointment.”

“Stop it… stop!” Jimin shouted, his pleading look utterly devastating. It was as though your words were hurting him, cutting into his chest and tearing out his heart. “Don’t lose your motivation just because of what those lowlives said. Don’t believe it, Y/N, you can get better if you stop thinking like this.”

“Don’t you think the same?” You countered, watching the raindrops freckle Jimin’s stunning eyelashes, his lips wet and dewy. “Weren’t you so sick and tired of me? Didn’t you almost give up because I’m no hope?” You remembered your very first lessons with Jimin; his harsh voice cutting into the air as he regretted taking you on, constantly sighing or critiquing you until your morale dismantled.

Jimin pressed his lip together with guilt, but softened his solid eyes, his mouth ever so tempting when he spoke so calmly. “That was before…”

Swallowing, you could hear your heart thundering against your bones, sniffling. “And now?”

His eyes appear pained, as though he were fighting internal chains holding him back. He was hesitating, flickering all over your now soaked face, and your patience ran thin.

“Just admit it, Jimin.” Your cutthroat tone was damning. “I’m not fucking good enough, and I don’t need you sparing my feelings.” Before he could answer, you turned away, ready to abandon this courtyard before Jimin caught you again.

“Y/N, stop. Stop putting yourself down and see yourself for the power you have.”

“I have no power!” You screeched, snatching your arms out of his grasp. “I can’t do anything with them, I’m useless!”

“No you aren’t!” Jimin shouted back in the rain, gesturing angrily. “You know what? You’re the reason you’re not advancing, you have no confidence and it’s what’s holding you back!”

“Oh, wow,” you feigned magnificence, derisively folding your arms. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear, more reasons why I’m shitty. Thank you Mr. Park for your wonderful fucking help!”

Again, you’re itching to hide yourself and simply bask in your wallowing, but Jimin’s persistent. He caught you as you whirled around again, shaking his head. “You’re not going anywhere, you’re staying right here.”

“And why should I?”

“Because I said so.”

“Who said I have to listen to you?” You retorted, fighting his grip. “I’m a useless student who doesn’t know shit. Don’t waste your time with me.”

“You’re not useless!” Jimin scolded you, never lightening his iron grip. “You’re more than what you think!”

“Stop lying!”

“I’m not lying!”

Within seconds, you’re pinned against the nearest post as Jimin’s hands ensnare your wrists above you. He’s mere inches from your face, your wide eyes catching his enraged, but wild ones, veins flooding with something primal.

Jimin cages your hands above your head criss-crossed, and it bares all of you to him. Curse Jimin for wearing only a black t-shirt; all you can see are the delicious muscles hugging his mouth-watering frame. His jet-black locks soaked in the rain ironically light you on fire, his wet look holding unprecedented power over you.

Despite your attraction, you’re too hot-headed right now. Anger seeps into your system, attempting to fight him off—your self-esteem has been far too abused today, and you need to recuperate alone.

You failed when Jimin hardened his grip, any hopes of escaping utterly futile. He stared long and deep into your eyes, hard enough that he must have heard how erratically your heart was racing, must’ve seen the way your soul squirmed in his presence.

God, he was so frustrating. There wasn’t a single thing about him that made sense. He’d acted as though you were a nuisance, then decided to finally indulge you in real teaching. He treated you like a whining child, then nearly choked a guard for speaking ill of you.

He made you so angry, so enraged, so frustrated.

So invigorated, so exhilarated, so alive.

You couldn’t make out a single coherent feeling about him, but the one thing you definitely made out was the next surprising, unexpected thing Jimin did; his mouth suddenly landing on yours.

He was such a hard, intense man, but Jimin’s kissing did not disappoint. His lips were soft and pillowy, and kissed with the kind of vigor that only existed in movies. He clasped his hands tightly around your wrists as he held you, claiming your lips passionately.

He leaned his delicious body into yours as your mouths fervently connected. Your heart was causing a ruckus inside you, butterflies fluttering with joy, insides twisting with buzzing arousal that spread throughout every inch of your body. Reciprocating his kiss was easy; it was like the ebb and flow of a tide, like breathing, like you were always meant to kiss him.

He was consuming you, cleverly opening his mouth to swallow you whole. His tongue eventually snuck out to lick your bottom lip, causing your essense to dampen your underwear.

You suddenly didn’t mind the rain anymore, letting it soak your bodies as much as it could. You couldn’t produce a thought as his tongue slithered inside your mouth, lost in the way he made you his.

After a long, deep lick, Jimin broke away, his eyes not only obsidian but riddled with insatiable hunger. Your breaths quickened as you peered at him, face hotter than the sun, legs squishing together on instinct. Jimin flickered to the movement and mischievously smirked.

Slowly, he slotted his thigh in between yours, lightly prying you back open. You swear your heart shot up into your throat as his thigh pressed into your quivering heat, his eyes submitting you with his formidable sexual prowess.

“Don’t close them,” he purred, lips hovering above yours, enamoured by the droplets hanging from his soaked hair. “Open up for me.”

Your blood lit on fire, so mesmerized by the power that poured out of him. Your panties felt soaked, swallowing weakly. “J-Jimin…”

“What do you want, Y/N?” He flickered between your eyes and lips, clearly set on devouring you whole, but holding himself back. “Right now, in this moment?”

Stunned, all that came to your pleasure-filled mind was kissing him. Kissing him until your lips were swollen and you couldn’t breathe and you were both a mess of lust and passion.

Insides swirling, you timidly admitted. “I want you to kiss me, Jimin.”

Without further ado, Jimin’s lips crashed against yours, and rest was fucking history.

Jimin released your wrists from above your head, snaking them around your waist so he cradled you close, squishing your wet body flush against his. Your pussy palpitated when your nipples fell flat against his chest, angered by the stupid layeres of clothes between you two. Your hands planted on his chest before desperately sprawling them over his shoulders and into his soaked hair, tugging the gorgeous raven locks to your satisfaction.

Jimin’s hands were no joke; they roamed your body as though he’d waited a century to touch you. His rings felt icy cold, but you didn’t care, you were too hot and bothered by his voracious kiss. Your teeth clamped down on Jimin’s bottom lip, tugging on it, watching his plushy petal bounce back.

He smiled in between your kiss at that, snaking his hand over your neck and towards your chin. He cradled it to make out with you harder, faster, rougher. His desire was utterly primal, and you felt every inch of it.

“I couldn’t stand it…” Jimin breathed, hot and rugged as he kissed you. “I couldn’t stand what they said about you.”

His words filled your veins with electricity, your heart racing with adoration. “I can’t stand listening to you berate yourself.”

You moaned when Jimin suddenly propelled his hips into yours, his rising length nudging your leaking cunt. “I can’t stand how much I’ve wanted you.”

Jimin’s warm, careful fingers suddenly slipped underneath your shirt, causing you to shakily gasp. Your mentor’s eyes rounded, wet forehead pressed against yours. “Are you okay?”

Speechless, you nodded, swinging your arms around his neck and bowing into him, so utterly lost in his enigmatic, yet kind eyes. “More than okay.”

Grinning, Jimin returned to your lips. He pushed up your shirt inch by inch, shoving you up against the pillar once again. You groaned, nails scraping across his juicy biceps as he claimed you.

Stripping off your shirt, you were left in your flimsy bra, Jimin returning to your heated body to close his mouth around your pulse point. His kisses were hungry and languid on your neck, suckling and nibbling your wet skin until surely, marks had bloomed. You moaned as your insides stirred, the feeling of his plushy lips so utterly intoxicating.

Your hips instinctively ground into his, craving any friction possible for your needy cunt. Jimin surprised you when he suddenly thrust into you so powerfully, a loud, breathy moan spilled out of you.

It shook your core so much that you tugged at his shirt wantonly, insisting he remove it. You began impatiently shoving it up his chest before Jimin gripped the hem and shred it off, tossing it aside.

Your bones ignited as your bodies made contact, traversing his warm, wet skin inch by beautiful inch. His heat felt addicting, planting yourself against him as closely as possible just to be consumed by him, to lose yourself and never crawl your way back out.

When your nails dug into his soaked back, Jimin grunted, the sound rippling through your entire system. He trailed hot, wet kisses past your collarbones, dipping into your sternum. He kissed the valley of breasts gently, plushy lips claiming you with soft, feverish passion. He tugged down your bra, exposing your nipples.

His greedy eyes marveled at the sight of your soft breasts, patient hands slowly closing around them to fondle as they spilled out. You groaned as he squeezed them, circling the bed of his palms over your pert nubs.

You cried out when he latched his mouth onto you, moans escaping you in almost a mantra. He sucked and licked your breasts with vigor, hands sliding over your stomach to cup your chest. He deliciously groped you, played with you, patiently pleasured your most sensitive parts until your pussy was aching for the same treatment.

“Jimin.” You moaned, careening with explosive pleasure. When you were completely light-headed, Jimin’s teeth suddenly bit down on your nipple, jolting you awake. “Jimin!”

“Y/N.” The sound of his groan threw you off guard. Your craving for him struck you harder, embracing him against you, moaning without a care in the world. You couldn’t help the confused thoughts that swarmed your head, lips moving faster than you could think.

“I thought… you hated me.” You mewled between wanton need and blissed out desire, euphoria leaking into your brain. “I thought I was a nuisance to you.”

“I never hated you,Y/N.” Jimin breathed as the tip of his tongue flicked your pert nub, sending shocks of arousal through you. He flattened his tongue against your nipple again, swirling around your areola until reigning his soft assault over your other breast. “I only hated how little you thought of yourself.”

Jimin’s neck must’ve been decorated with red trails as your nails sunk into him, but then again, Jimin’ has definitely seen more violence than he liked to let on—you couldn’t help but notice the scars on his body, creating an agonizing constellation of the story of his life.

A story you deeply desired to know one day.

“I’d always wanted to discipline you like this,” his hand curled around your midriff, rubbing with languid speed as his tongue lavished your breasts—your breath hitched. “I nearly went crazy thinking about it.”

You smirked, pride swelling in your naked chest. “Is this what you wanted, Sir?” You purred, cupping his flawless jawline and tugging him towards your face, only inches between. “You wanted me weak for you? Moaning your name? Ready to be fucked by you?”

A devilishly handsome smile painted Jimin’s lips, weaving a hand into your wet hair and lightly tugging on it—you faintly sighed. “You’ve always had such a dirty mouth, haven’t you?”

You gushed immediately, veins filling with unprecedented arousal as he gripped your hair tighter, and his voice deepened. “And you, Y/N, have no idea what I’ve wanted.”

Jimin’s eyes suddenly reflected a flame so inextinguishable, not even the rain beating down on your bodies could tame it. Your mentor’s hand over your torso began travelling down your wet stomach, keeping formidable eye contact with you.

“Never take your eyes off me.” He commanded, but soft and slow. “Never.”

Obeying, you bit your lip as Jimin inched towards your sopping cunt, your dripping essence like honey from a pot. His sensual hand kept you on your toes, lip nearly bleeding from how hard you nibbled it, anticipation consuming you.

The second he slipped past your waistband and into your panties, raw lust erupted inside you. Your eyes shut on instinct, but a low growl from Jimin reminded you of otherwise.

Fluttering open, your eyes met his hungry, devouring ones. His fingertips nearly caressed your clit, so close to cupping you in all your dripping glory that you whimpered. Jimin wickedly grinned at your reaction, feeling his hot breaths fan your wet, swollen lips.

“Can’t believe all it took was a touch like this to get you to listen to me.”

His shit-eating smirk made your entire system run on auto-pilot, fresh heat swirling in your cheeks. “Shut up.”

“Do you really want that, Y/N?” Jimin purred, sweet and condescending by your ear. “Do you really want me to shut up? Or do you want me to whisper all the dirty things I want to do to you until you’re leaking all over my hand?”

You, in fact, gush the equivalent of Niagara Falls, hiding your whimpering. “You haven’t even touched my pussy yet.” You snipped back. “All bark and no bite, Sir.”

Within your next breath, Jimin cupped your sex so sensually a cry ripped out of you, gasping into his wet chest. The rainwater already made things nice and slick, but your leaking cum provided Jimin with slippery ease. He hissed as he felt your sticky wetness, his eyes brimming with amusement.

“You’re already wet, when, in your words, ‘I haven’t even touched your pussy yet’?” His curved mouth was prompting you to smack him, but you fairly walked into that one. You opened your mouth to counter him, but Jimin concocted other plans, beginning to rub your netherlips.

Sensitivity raked your insides then, cursing. “Fuck!”

“Not yet,” he joked, stealing your lips with an indulgent kiss. “We need to get you ready.”

His constant smiling kept throwing you off, speaking in between your blissed out moans. “You’re loving every second of this, aren’t you?” You chided. “Love knowing you’ve got your boss’s daughter like this?”

“I like knowing you want me despite how much you’ve wanted to leave my lessons.” He bit back. “And even if you deny it, your body speaks enough for you.”

Realization struck you hard at his words, gripping him tightly.

“You knew?”

“Your father told me,” he said, his fingers swirling your sticky essence over your pussy lips. You whimpered, sighing in between. “But you always stayed, didn’t you?”

Caught, you attempted to weasel your way out of it, but Jimin’s hand had other plans. He suddenly pressed into your clit so deliciously, fireworks erupted behind your eyes. He began treating your little pearl, swirling it, flicking it, toying with it until you were a whining, moaning mess.

“Jimin!”

“It’s Sir now, Y/N.” Jimin cooed coolly.

You bit down on your tongue, enraptured by his soft yet lethal domination. You could feel it in your bones, in your blood and soul, how much he owned it now. The prowess he had in your pleasure, how deeply he affected you. “S… sir.”

“You think this is the worst?” His dark eyes submitted you, tugging you into an unliftable trance. “How about this?”

Jimin suddenly took a delicious digit of his and slipped it inside your pussy, a puff of air escaping your lips.

“Shit!”

“Let’s see how you take my finger, hm?” Jimin smirked, beginning to thrust his finger inside your fiery cunt. Arousal exploded inside you, moaning wantonly as pleasure spread throughout your system. But that wasn’t all to Jimin’s onslaught, no, just as you began to get comfortable, Jimin pulled out his finger, whirled you around, and shoved your front up against the pillar.

You sharply gasped as Jimin sunk his finger back inside you from behind, and his other slammed against the wall. This position seemed to grant him more control, as his index finger began hammering into you, thrusting quickly and deliciously. Your head hung low as he delivered high quality thrusts, slightly arching your backside for him.

“I wasn’t ever going to let you leave.” Jimin harshly voiced, his finger pummeling you with eye-rolling pleasure. “You’re my student. Nobody teaches you except me.”

Just as he grunted those possessive words, Jimin slipped a second finger inside you , his rings adding levels to his domination of you—you liked it. Your pussy took the beating smiling, pleasure seeping into your bloodstream as he finger-fucked you. Your hand entwined with his for support against the pillar, Jimin lacing his fingers with yours and tucking it against your chest, embracing you.

This seemed to give him more leverage, holding your body in place as he cleverly fucked your pussy with just his fingers. Your moans echoed around his courtyard, but you were glad to know it was on a lonely hill. The rain deliciously trickled down your half-naked bodies as he pleasured you like this, driving you insane.

By the time he added a third finger, your mind was delirious, in fucked out bliss as your walls palpitated around him, clit throbbing painfully. But when Jimin curled his fingers against your frontal walls, locating that precious g-spot and sensually rubbing it, your mind blacked out.

You came, you came so hard that you must’ve soaked his hand, even if it was pouring outside. You let out a high-pitched moan of his beautiful name, Jimin similarly groaning as he embraced your body against him, hearing his erratically beating heart through your back.

Jimin tugged out his fingers, hugging you for a few seconds as you came down your high. You both breathed unevenly, Jimin eventually bringing his fingers to your mouth. He smeared your cum over your lips, whispering hotly in your ear.

“Taste what I do to you.”

You shuddered, gently sticking out your tongue to catch a taste of yourself. Jimin released pent up air as your mouth closed around his fingers, deciding to tease him with some light sucking. He let you, his breaths harsh and heavy as he clutched your body.

Your breasts rose and fell as Jimin nearly fucked his fingers into your mouth, mimicking the sexual act. You obliged with a moan, swirling your tongue around the digits.

Jimin moaned deliriously with you, lost in each other as the weight of his cock pressed into your ass. You bucked back on him, internally whining for his cock. He grunted roughly, something animalistic overcoming him as he shoved your front up against the pillar, face tucked into your neck.

“Fuck…” He groaned, his hands roaming you body with fervor until he hooked onto your bottoms, lips hot by your ear. “Can I?”

You nodded without hesitation, gasping erotically when Jimin harshly ripped down your jeans and panties, baring your ass to him. You could feel the devilish smirk on Jimin’s lips, his hands smoothing over your cheeks to grip your ass.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he mused, kneading your backside. You craved for him to be inside of you, reaching back and tugging at his bottoms, voice whiny and needy.

“Fuck… fuck me, Sir. Fuck me right now.”

Jimin hissed behind you, hearing the smugness in his tone. “Not just yet.”

With widened eyes, you wonder what in god’s name he’s cooked up before you directly feel the results of his coyness; his hands grappled your hips as he sank to his knees, and his mouth darted towards your aching heat.

You gasped, high-pitched and sharp, left with your hands planted against the pillar as Jimin ate you out from underneath. You melted when his tongue suddenly flicked through your folds, tasting your flavour. He extended the wet muscle all the way to your clit, caressing it with slow, delicious circles that ignited your bones, squirming.

“Sir!”

Jimin never replied, simply committed himself to licking your cunt from behind until your eyes squeezed shut, until your muscles tensed and your bones liquified. You realized your mistake then, strangling it out as pleasure bled into you.

“Sir…”

He groaned deliciously then, relentlessly eating your pussy. He gripped you so tightly you felt eternally his, scratched your nails against the post as pleasure overridded all your senses.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sir, please!” You begged, feeling an impending orgasm. “I’ll cum right here, holy fuck.”

You felt the evil man smirk against your sex, biting back. “Didn’t I tell you to stop cussing with me, Y/N? And cum all you want, I’ve been wanting to shut you up with my tongue since the day you defied me.”

Grunting with frustration, you nearly sighed again before Jimin ripped himself away from you, regaining his full height.

Immediately, he attached to your shoulder for feverish kisses, peppering them across your skin as you heard his belt unbuckle, sanity abandoning your mind. Your cunt inadvertently clenched, ready to be full of him.

Once his zipper unzipped, his hand no doubt curling around his erect shaft, you couldn’t help but take a shot at him. “Guess this is where… I get disciplined, hm?”

Jimin breathed a sexy chuckle, and his body was pressed against yours, voice rugged and smooth in your ear. “You have no idea.”

When Jimin pushed into you, you swear stars freckled the back of your eyelids. The rain made everything so much more intense, beating down on your intimately tangled bodies as Jimin carefully inserted himself. He cradled your stomach closely, steadily inching inside of you as he breathed unevenly.

Your tight heat caused him to groan deeply, and your shaky, raspy moan echoed outside. He slid inside you with ease, your walls slick with your cum. Jimin used his foot to gently push your legs more open on the floor, widening your entrance for him.

When he reached the end of you, a heady moan erupted from your agape mouth. “Fuck-!”

“Holy fucking god…” Jimin groaned, hot breaths fanning across your neck. “Y/N, you’re so fucking tight.”

The man shuddered as he pulled out of you, nice and slow, practically tasting the desire of your walls, before stuffing himself inside your warm sex. Your vision blurred, ecstasy leaking into your veins as he began pumping into you from behind, pussy palpitating with need.

Your moans were high-pitched and unabashed, a hand of yours flying against the hand Jimin pressed into your stomach. He immediately laced your fingers together and started accelerating his thrusts, fucking into you from behind as his masucline, grunting sounds spilled into your ear, his wet body rubbing against yours.

The passion ignited you, his impressive length sliding in and out of your sex, his hips smacking against your ass as he pounded into you. Your unoccupied hand slid into his hair, lustfully tugging at the strands as his lips worshipped your neck, sucking deep enough to leave dark, possessive hickies.

His palm closed around your breast, groping and kneading as much as it pleased you. Jimin fucked you harder as your noises heightened, nearing a crescendo as he cleverly pumped into your frontal walls, stroking your g-spot.

Your clit was throbbing and engorged, breathy and restless as your orgasm approached, sending you into a frenzy.

“Fuck, Sir, fuck!” He accelerated faster, harder, rougher as your climax bubbles inside you, burning brighter and brighter and brighter as your mentor delivered hard and quick thrusts, losing himself.

“Y/N…” Jimin moaned, gliding his hand around your breast up your neck. He caged its sides possessively, holding your body in place as fucked you vigirously, his control off the rails. “Your warm, wet pussy… it’s driving me insane.”

His thick, raspy voice made you whimper, unweaving your fingers from his hair and clutching his hips behind you, tugging him towards your palpitating hole as it begged for more. “Sir, fuck… harder, harder!”

Within seconds, Jimin was pulling out of you, causing you to whine at the loss of his addictive warmth, only for him to slam your back against the pillar and slide himself right back in. He gripped your thigh and pried you wide open, hugging your leg to his side. He fucked you wildly just like that, lips hovering just above yours as his eyes adjusted to your whimpering face.

He fucked you deeply like that, intimately, his strokes sensual and unforgiving. He tucked your soaked hair behind your ear as he packed your lips, his delicious groans filtering onto your lips as rain coated your heated bodies.

“Sir… my clit.” You begged him, practically on the verge of tears. You were right there, and all you needed was the last push to reach the finish line. Jimin shuddered out a groan, peppering your lips with sweet whispers.

“Of course.”

Jimin’s rough, masucline hands gripped the back of your thighs, and you immediately followed suit. You lept into his arms, his dick falling out of your slick sex in the process. But your back pressed against the pillar behind you, breaths ragged and heavy.

“Grab me and put me back inside.” Jimin commanded, kissing you sensually as you reached between your hot bodies, and stuffed Jimin within your hungry walls again.

You swallowed him whole, smothering the man’s delicious length as he began fucking you again, reiving his primal pace as he pounded up into you, jackhammering into your goddamn cervix like this.

You bounced on his cock now, moaning into each other’s agape mouths, raining gliding down your impassioned bodies as his abdoomen rubbed against your engorged clit. A high-pitched moan spilled out of you, digging into his skin as your climax ebbed inside you.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re breathtaking.” Jimin blurted out, his faded eyes revealing his overwhelming lust.

“Shit, Sir… you’re big, so fucking big.” You wailed, nails scraping deeply into his wet back as your orgasm approached, teetering on the edge. Jimin’s lips flew to your neck, sucking fresh hickies onto your empyrean skin. You couldn’t help but moan into his ear, thrust after thrust, stroke after stroke, white hot energy bundling inside you.

He bounced you relentlessly, cupping your ass for support as his tongue explored your skin. You clutched him desperately, riding up against his body until your pleasure simmered deliciously, coiling and twisting your insides until it burst into a firework of colours.

Once again, you climaxed with a scream of Jimin’s name, clamping down on his walls hard enough that Jimin grunted, his cock dangerously throbbing inside you. He sounded as if he were in pain, barely hanging on.

“Tell me where to cum,” he struggled out, his breaths uneven, eyes squeezed shut. “Y/N, show me.”

So overcome by your orgasm and sheer, raw lust, you crashed your lips onto his, indulging in a messy, teethy, sloppy kiss as your hand tapped against your slit. “On me,” you whispered, between fiery kisses and your pulsing walls. “On my pussy, Sir.”

Without being told twice, Jimin returned your kiss tenfold as he gripped you and delivered such powerful, earth-shattering thrusts that it was almost tormenting, but the good kind. He absolutely battered your pussy until he grew hot and throbbing and pulled out, heaps of his seed releasing over your tight heat.

He grunted loudly as his white, pearly cum painted you, the feeling of his semen dripping from you utterly satisfying.

You both breathed heavily, eyelids half-masted and blissed out. Jimin’s head fell against your sternum as you hugged him to you, fingers lightly massaging his scalp. He seemed to relax at that, caught in ignorant bliss, before the sound of his chiming laugh filtered into your ears.

You furrowed your brows, pulling back to peer at him. “Why… are you laughing?”

Jimin lifted his face, and his eyes danced with wicked playfulness, a gorgeous grin plastered on his handsome face. “So… thinking about leaving my lessons now?”

Recalling the joke, you couldn’t help but snort out a laugh even Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle at. “Never, ever leaving.”

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i have died - p.jm.

genre: angst, mild fluff (7.1k) royal au! (mentions of blood, fighting and all information might not be accurate to history.)

summary: jimin knows his queen has a heart, he's known it since he set eyes on her, even if rumours whispered that she was cold, calculated, merciless, jimin held on, his queen had a heart.

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to be a queen, was to be powerful, they said.

it was to be graceful yet stern, commanding but caring, soft but strong, beautiful but not so much, that it took away from your strength.

to be a queen, was to be miserable, you said.

you sat on your throne, with the burden of the world on your shoulders and not a touch from someone else to cure it or take it away. your arms stayed firmly on your lap as you tried to concentrate on your advisor’s words.

“war is upon us, your majesty, everyone’s saying it.” he gestured to the court filled with old men, greedy old men who were waiting for you to slip up.

“on what basis, did you make this conclusion?” you tried to stay calm, even if a shiver went down your spine and your hands started sweating.

you knew war was going to descend on your kingdom any day now, your parents warned out about it when you were still a kid, you had been preparing for this your whole life, but it didn’t stop the nightmares, chills, or fear. war would devastate your kingdom, it would run your people and resources dry and as the queen, you were expected to stop this devastation.

“do you not see what is happening in your kingdom, your majesty?” one of the old men sneered at you as their hands tweaked their mustaches and your patience almost gave out.

beside you, your general, park jimin, tightened his hand on his sword, ready to slay the man on your command. you lift a hand in his direction, showing a sliver of your patience, and he brings his hand back down.

“i do know about the riots and the grains,” you started, leaning forward, “i also know about the affairs.” you stared pointedly at the old man, whose eyebrow started sweating as you stood up.

“be careful with how you speak to me, or i will not hesitate to tie you up and throw you in the middle of a bloody riot.” you stormed out of the room with park jimin hot on your tail, concealing his smile and an audible hush resounded around you as you walked out to the barren land.

you weren’t known as the heartless queen for no reason, you were merciless, with whomever you deemed deserved to be treated that way and you knew it wasn’t fair, but as a queen, you could care less about being fair.

“should i ready the swords, your majesty?” jimin spoke and you nodded, turning and disappearing into a room to change. you hastily undid the layers of clothing you wore, feeling more and more air enter your chest as you stood naked in front of the long mirror covering the wall.

scars from many wars ago littered your chest, thighs, and arms, you wanted to pile on all the layers of your clothing back on your beaten body.

you pushed the layers away instead, a queen shouldn’t worry about battle scars, she should celebrate them. you got your armor and boots on, feeling better when everything was covered, and stepped out.

but a sight made you stop in your tracks.

across the practice field, were two lovers, oblivious to the world, hiding away from the world under a sheer curtain, the women were holding back their smiles as they stroked each other’s cheeks, leaning into each other but leaning away, as if a magnetic pushed them close and far. one of them reached out and kissed the other’s cheek, your hand instinctively reached to your cheek, unconsciously patting the area.

never a kiss.

never has a kiss ever touched your skin.

never has a touch from someone you loved, left a ghost on your skin, like your scars did.

across the practice field, jimin’s worried eyes saw your hands stroking your cheeks, his gaze followed your line of sight to see the poorly concealed lovers, his heart twisted as he watched you push your hands away and a grimace fell on your face. jimin had never seen a smile on his queen’s face but with the role you had, he knew you didn’t have much to smile about.

“your majesty, they are ready!” he yelled, capturing your attention, away from the lovers who brought tears to your eyes. your eyes snapped to his and the vulnerability disappeared, a hardness settled in them again and jimin wished that he let you stay lost in your vulnerability for a little more.

you grabbed your sword and protective gear, struggling to put on the headpiece as you always did, jimin stepped up and snapped it into place, it was the only thing you let him do for you.

and jimin looked forward to it every day.

you fell into a rhythm, jimin was a formidable opponent, never letting you be distracted for too long, which was relieving. the sounds of swords clanging, boots kicking the sand up, and heavy breathing drowned out everything else for you.

your eyes stayed laser-focused on jimin’s movements, they were natural, clean, and sharp, and so were his father’s.

you had known jimin your whole life when he was still just a kid and learning from his father, who was your father’s general, when he followed his mom around, who followed your mum around.

his parents weren’t alive now, nor were yours.

someday, you were ten years old, your parents had left for another town and never returned, and you had to be a queen while still not understanding what death was and why it had taken your parents, jimin’s parents protected you until an unknown disease took the two of them as well.

jimin’s sword hit yours, bringing you back to the present, where you had no one to love nor protect but jimin did, jimin always knew he would protect you.

you swung back, twisting your leg to bend and hit the armor covering his stomach, he recoiled at the contact and you smirked underneath your headgear. this continued, you played the dance of defense and offense, and soon, you ripped the headpiece to force some air into your body.

“i’ll be going now.” you walked out, without looking back and jimin nodded, dropping his sword, wordlessly watching you leave.

somewhere, between being a queen while still being a child and losing everyone you loved, you had forgotten to care for another person, and between protecting you since he was a teenager and losing everyone he loved, jimin had only grown more determined to care with all the heart in him.

that was the difference between you and jimin, you lost your heart and he gained a second one. and naturally, you two never spoke anymore but jimin had always wanted to tell you about his second heart, that it beat for you, even if it meant that his head would be at the end of your sword.

the talk of war kept spreading throughout the kingdom and your palace became louder, so did your heartbeat in your ears, so did your sword hitting jimin’s, and so did your internal cries for help.

you marked the map as you circled it, checking entries, exits, and secret pathways that could leave you vulnerable to the enemies.

“seal the exits, don’t allow goods transport till the next week, we will put up announcements when it can be resumed, station two guards at every secret route and give them our best guns, station one guard at each entry and exit, make sure meals reach them from time-to-time and distribute palace supplies to the people, without good transport, they won’t be making money” commands flowed easily out of you, you took every advisor’s bullshit advice and decided to ignore it at all, you came up with the most efficient plan you could.

“should we seal them tonight, your majesty?” jimin stepped forward and you nodded, “tonight would be best, we have to protect ourselves before we regret it. and later, i need to discuss battle strategies with you, keep that in mind.” jimin bowed to you and stepped back as the advisors argued with you.

he watched with a smirk as you calmly explained how miserable their plans were, he watched as you put all of them in their places and left the room, leaving the air of your power lingering in the room.

“she’s just as arrogant as her father” the same old man who had questioned your knowledge of the kingdom in the court, turns his nose up with a nasty sneer on his face. jimin feels his skin start to burn in anger when he hears the noises of agreement from the others.

“she’s even worse, at least her father was a capable ruler, she’s just arrogant and nothing else,” another one adds with a smirk, and everyone laughs at the comment, jimin wonders how you hold onto your patience with these men.

“she’s not even beautiful enough to be arrogant, did you see the scars covering her arms? no wonder she isn’t married” they continued to add snide comments, sipping their drinks and doing everything but be the advisors they are.

a slam on the wooden table startles them all, liquid jumping out of their cups and onto the floors, they all turn to see jimin’s eyes burning holes into them as his hands twitch on the table.

“one more word about our queen and i will personally wield the sword that chops your necks off.” jimin says calmly, though his fury is poorly contained. the advisors quirked an eyebrow at him, “who do you think you are? you are a general, not the queen’s lapdog, behave.”

another one piped up to reprimand him, “you are no one to lay a hand on any of us, learn your place, or we will make you.”

a dark chuckle bubbled out of jimin as he quickly realized if given the chance, he would take the lives of everyone in this room in a heartbeat, “my place is to serve her, so if i ever lay a hand on you, it wouldn’t be for me, it would be for my queen.”

the advisors grew wide-eyed at the storm-like fury that brewed in jimin’s eyes as he stared at them, jimin was known to be kind, friendly, and sweet around the court, but seeing him this way, had them all clearing their throats and looking away as a sheen of fear covered their faces, their eyes flickered from jimin to the sword that rested on his hips.

it would only take him a minute to kill them all and that knowledge had all of them gulping for air.

outside the room, you held your hand to your chest as a long breath released out of you, you never left since you heard the first comment from your advisors and even if it wasn’t supposed to hurt you, it did.

and you knew jimin didn’t have to say anything, you knew he could’ve just left the room, this was the first time anyone had ever stood beside you and not against you.

jimin opened the doors to see you beside them, eyes gazing up at him with concealed fondness, your face stayed cold and distant but jimin noticed the tiniest curve of your lips.

he remembers how you used to smile as a kid, wide and with teeth, dimples curved in as you ran around the palace, having your maids chase you around, he remembers the first time you had talked to him.

“get the swords ready, general.” you rush out of the area, leaving jimin a little startled but without another word, he follows you.

the sounds of your swords clanging brought you peace, as your chest slowly started to loosen up, though you had to admit that your focus wasn’t great, your eyes kept flickering to catch glimpses of jimin, hidden under his protective gear and your mouth kept opening to say something.

“you didn’t have to stand up to them, park jimin” you muttered, just loud enough for jimin to hear and his movements paused.

so, you had heard.

he was wishing that you hadn’t.

“i know, your majesty.” his arms lifted his sword again, but dropped it as soon as your sword hit the ground.

“then, why would you do it?” you hated the tremor in your voice, it was so unlike you, so unlike a queen.

“i don’t know, but i can’t think of anything else i would’ve done at the moment,” he removed his headpiece to see you, to see what you felt about his words.

you nodded with uncertainty, you expected him to say that as your general, it was his duty to defend you, you hadn’t expected anything more than that.

“i appreciate it,” you said breathily and jimin nodded back, his cheeks attaining a flush from both the cold wind gushing around you and also from your words.

i would do it again, by the way, even if my life is on the line.

he felt the urge to tell you as you turned away but then his eyes caught the royal emblem etched on your armor and he swallowed his words.

“i wasn’t always like this, general, i think you know that.” tears, that you couldn’t stop, lined your eyes as you thought back to the child that you were and the world that you had to grow up in, and jimin felt his chest fill with sorrow because he knew so well, knew more than you thought he did. “i know, your majesty, i know.”

you straightened your shoulders, any trace of vulnerability escaping your body as your advisors passed the field, all of their eyes analyzing and judging you.

“we still have to discuss those strategies, come.”

the rest of the night, you went over your defenses again and again, eyes catching fleetingly, accidentally, and then returning to the table with flushed cheeks, jimin was delighted to be so close, yet so far, from you.

and each time, your eyes met, you felt your heart beating again, you felt yourself wanting to say things that had nothing to do with the maps spread out in front of you.

“we knew each other before all this, didn’t we, park jimin?” before you became a queen, before you owned a kingdom, jimin was present in your distant memory, “you gave me flowers.” he smiled at you, images of your younger self flashing brightly in his mind.

“no! that can’t be true, general” a smile of disbelief curved on your face, you never looked at flowers, you couldn’t imagine any part of you that would gift someone flowers.

“oh, but you did, your majesty” jimin cheekily replied, making you shake your head and look away from him, trying to remember a time when you weren’t a queen.

but jimin remembers too clearly, how you had met, how your hands touched him for the first time, when it was all innocence and warmth.

it had been a hot, summer day.

jimin’s mother was busier than usual. it was the princess’s birthday and the entire palace was geared up to celebrate it grandly.

but jimin wasn’t happy at all. his eyes were hurting from the tears he had cried, his cheeks were firing up with heat as his body burned.

he was sicker than he had ever been and his mother couldn’t take care of him, her own eyes were filled with tears that she couldn’t take care of her child but she had duties to fulfill.

jimin sat in the garden, sniffling and pulling grass, refusing to listen to his mother’s request to stay inside as his cheeks puffed up with defiance.

then, he heard soft giggles falling from the corridors into the lonely garden.

he turned to see the princess, her hand in the queen’s, her other hand gripping tightly onto freshly picked jasmines, as she walked merrily, it was her birthday after all. and even as a kid, jimin couldn’t look away from the princess.

she was a joy to see, a joy to hear.

when the princess turned to look at him, to look at sad, pouty jimin, sitting by himself, picking the grass with tear-stained cheeks, jimin wouldn’t have guessed that she would run over to him. he wouldn’t have guessed that she would take the jasmines in her hand and place them above his ears.

“flowers are happy, you should be happy.” you had told him, with a dimpled smile, staring at him for a few seconds before running back to your mother, but he watched as you looked back at him till you left the corridor.

jimin felt the traces of love bloom in his heart for the first time.

now, he sees you, so tough and powerful and as his queen, but he remembers too well how you used to be and jimin fell for you then, unfortunately for him, he hadn’t gotten back up.

at some point in the night, the sleeves on your dress ride up and your eyes widen as you push them back down, you hurriedly look up to see if jimin has seen anything, you wait to see if his face twisted in disgust, but jimin only smiles, “you are so strong, your majesty. i wish i was more like you.”

he doesn’t speak about your tears.

or your scars.

or the fear on your face.

you know that he notices it all, but he doesn’t say a word.

you didn’t know that even if you weren’t the queen of the kingdom, you would still be jimin’s queen, hot or cold, kind or ruthless, heart or heartless, nothing could change that.

and jimin might have felt it when he was still a kid, but this was the first time, that something bloomed in your heart, you weren’t sure it was love, you were just sure that it was because of him.

weeks later, your kingdom was sealed, business halted and time as it was, didn’t move as you and your people prepared for the war.

tensions were high, and the kingdom got quieter as everyone waited for any news about their fate, you spent every minute with jimin, formulating and discussing plans that could bring you even a sliver of hope, and every minute, your heart unwillingly grew sprouts and flowers.

“hand over the kingdom to us and there will be no blood staining your land or else, your entire kingdom will drown.” your minister read the last sentence of the letter that was sent over to you that morning and you tried to resist the chill crawling on your back.

but you knew who it was from, a much more prosperous kingdom, a much more powerful kingdom with a king, not a queen, not like your weak kingdom.

you were powerful and you have won many wars but your opponent has colonized several countries at a time so realistically, your chances of surviving his quest were slim to none.

jimin eyed your tightening fists with a glint of worry and concern as your minister hung his head, solemn from the words he just read, “what do we say, your majesty?”

you knew the gravity of your decision here, you could either abandon your land and people, hand them over to a stranger, and not look back, because you knew even if you fought back, you would be weaker, you would lose.

but you also couldn’t turn your back on your people, your father and mother wouldn’t have done that, they wouldn’t have handed your people over, and they would have fought with everything they had.

sometimes, you just wish they would be beside you, gently guiding and firmly telling you what to do. sometimes, you wanted to crawl on your mother’s lap and cry until you couldn’t, sometimes, you just wanted your father’s hand on your head, telling you to be brave.

but your wishes remained wishes, hard decisions had to be solely made by you, whether you liked it or not.

“tell them, they will be the ones drowning, not us.” you feigned the confidence you knew your court needed, and seeing everyone’s face light up as their loud cheers echoed in your court, made it easy for you to say it, even if you knew it wasn’t true.

you would drown.

and never float back up.

all because you couldn’t be the queen your people needed.

you told yourself, that it was justified to give false hope to people whose hope was weathering, it was justified to lie to your court while knowing it would be gone in flames later, it was justified to fake your power for the flicker of relief that passed over their faces.

but jimin’s eyes stayed on your knuckles that turned white, your eyes that seemed dazed and he knew you were lying, his hand rested on his sword as he realized that the cheering people, were all waiting for their deaths.

“your majesty, a moment of your time.” jimin stayed outside the door until he heard your voice, allowing him in. you were sitting at the edge of your cot, chest heavy and breathing caught in your body.

“forgive me, your majesty, but you and i both know that you were lying.” he spoke, with confusion lacing his voice, you were always honest, you never lied for the sake of making someone feel better. “about what, general?” he didn’t recognize the strange, lifeless tone your voice had taken.

“that we are going to survive the quest.” jimin knew as much as you did, that your kingdom would be run to the ground, even if he thought you were the strongest of them all, he knew your kingdom would fall.

“we are going to survive it,” you lied through your teeth.

“we’re all going to die” jimin didn’t know why he was arguing with you, but he couldn’t help it, this was the first time his queen had lied and he needed to know why.

“oh general, i have died a long time ago” you laughed bitterly, your stomach twisting at your words, you felt sick, trapped in yourself, trapped in this palace that gave you all of the power but none of the relief that came with love. his gaze softened as, for the first time, tears flowed down your face like a river, as sobs escaped your chest without restraint, as you sunk to the floor with your hands tightly wrung the bedding.

you had died the day your parents didn’t come back, you had died when they placed a heavy crown on your tiny head as a kid, you had died when the sprinkle of someone else’s blood fell on your face, you had died when the people you fought for called you heartless.

you had died more times than you could count, one more time, even if it was for real this time, didn’t shake you at all.

it was dying without a touch of love decorating your skin, that truly scared you. you wished for a touch that wouldn’t unravel you but would hold you together, the way even a riptide, as dangerous as it is, longs for a shore to embrace, you want just a touch.

jimin should leave, his duty wasn’t this, his duty wasn’t to console a broken queen but jimin never stayed by your side as a duty, he stayed because it was where he belonged.

jimin sunk to his knees, his hands trembling to touch you, to let you lay on him and let years of your tears run down his chest, but he doesn’t want to be at the end of your sword, he wants to be at the end of your bed, watching you while you sleep and protecting you from the nightmares that plague you.

and then you surprise him.

jimin’s breath halts as he watches you reach for him, one frail hand in the air that beckons him closer and he follows wordlessly, sitting beside you and watching as your head finds his lap. you melt into his lap, fingers falling away from your body to hug his legs, a soft hum leaves your lips and jimin’s urge to protect you increases exponentially.

it's been a while since he has seen his queen be herself, and he knows as you grasp onto him for affection, that this was you finally giving up on maintaining an image, at least in front of him.

he slowly places a hand on your back, unsure if he was allowed to touch you the way you touched him, but you only bury your tear-stained cheeks into his legs and jimin relaxes, letting his hands travel on your back, his hands burned with love as he rubbed circles on your skin that coaxed more cries out of you, but this time, they weren’t out of pain, they were out of the relief of finally being touched with love.

“jimin,” you called out, so softly even if your voice dried out from the tears, so intimately that jimin wanted to curl up to you and forget everything else, “yes?”

no general.

no park jimin.

just jimin.

“i didn’t lie because i wanted to, the kingdom will die long before the war gets here, if i don’t lie, they need to hold onto something as we go into the war, they need to believe that they can survive to even fight.” and jimin sees it, the heart that your people denied that you had, you had thought of them before anything else and he smiles to the ceiling.

“after everything goes, you will be remembered as the greatest ruler our kingdom has ever seen,” he speaks sincerely, as his hands caress the lengths of your hair, which lulls you, your heart warms but you know it wasn’t true, “no one would remember me.”

“i would, in death and life, i will.”

you hadn’t expected to be satisfied with his answer but somehow, that was more than enough of you.

you always wished for a touch to make you feel loved, to make you feel anything but jimin’s words alone held you together and for the first time, you bore a heart that was heavier than you were, a heart that dragged you down, pulled you down and forced you to accept its size.

and you loved the enormity of affection you felt, especially that it was for the man who held you so gently even if he had seen you at your strongest.

“your majesty, i have a confession.”

“i think i know what you are going to say,” you might not have cared for other people, but you did notice things, you noticed the lingering looks jimin would give you, the smile that would grow on his face whenever you put your advisors in their place, the way his tone changed to something softer only when he talked to you, you had noticed it all.

you felt the same, maybe not as long as he had, but melted against him, you knew you wouldn’t feel this way for anyone else, except the person who stood by and protected you for so long.

“but if you allow me, i still want to say it.” you peered up from his lap with an amused smile, your general was more romantic than you had thought him to be, and jimin hadn’t thought your smile could be any more beautiful than it was in his dreams, but it was.

“you are allowed,” you face him, cheeks flushing and hands trapping his, “i love you, i’ve loved you since i knew what love was.”

you were only just learning love, as your skin touched his, as you sunk further into him, as you felt cocooned by his presence, as you felt his unwavering love for you through his touch but even if it was just now, you knew you felt the same.

but you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words, as a queen, were you allowed to profess love for someone else? with a war approaching, did you deserve to love as your kingdom ran to devastation?

you couldn’t say it, you couldn’t allow yourself the luxury.

you just nudged further into jimin’s body, squeezing his hand as a silent way of professing, ‘i feel the same, in my heart that’s beating after a long time, i feel what you do and i will tell you, i will tell you soon.’

jimin sighs in relief, his skin growing warm as your hands desperately try to tell him what your mouth can’t and he allows his body to drape over you, hands caressing your dress and brushing your hair away from your cheeks.

“i understand, my queen, i will wait.”

that night, everything changed for you, you had felt so defeated before the war even started but here you were, days later, hitting swords with jimin once again, a new kind of determination drummed in your attacks, you had to win the war, you had to be with jimin.

“your majesty, i’m afraid you are getting distracted,” jimin teases you as his sword nears your throat, with an amused scoff, you pull back to drag your sword on the ground and drive it up to the back of his head, “apparently, not as much as you, general.”

you both spent every quiet night together, in each other’s arms, in each other’s words and he professed his love to you every single day, even if you didn’t say it back, and he reminded you that your heart hadn’t died, it had just hidden away, but he certainly had wedged himself into it and it seemed to you that he would never leave.

jimin raises his sword in surrender, a chuckle leaving his lips once he sees you grin widely at his defeat.

“you are enjoying this too much,” he tuts at you, “i’m still your queen, jimin” you playfully scold him and he rolls his eyes at you, “and i’m still your general, your majesty.” he tips his invisible hat with a shit-eating grin and leaves you, flustered in the middle of the ground as he walks away to greet some new members of the army.

what was this feeling that consumed you, as your eyes refused to look away from his retracting figure?

a fluttering sense of calm danced around you, your usually restless heart had taken a steady, loud rhythm and you loved the world right now.

you felt as if everything was alright, as if the skies were always blue, as if the flowers always bloomed, as if you could fight a war and win it, just to keep this moment alive.

“your majesty!” a shrill voice broke your dreamy thoughts, and your head snapped to see your minister rushing down the hallway to reach you. you hold your arms over his shoulders to steady him as he breathes heavily.

“careful, minister.” he shook his head at your words, eyes pinching shut as he panted.

“they’ve gotten in, your majesty.”

and just like that, the feeling of victory faded from you.

“what are you talking about?” you couldn’t recognize how tight your voice sounded, how your hands twitched involuntarily to your sword, and how the air in your chest knocked out of you.

not now.

not so soon.

“we sealed every exit, minister, that is not possible” you desperately tried to dissuade what he was trying to tell you, he solemnly shook his head, “one of our own turned on us, they gave them entry into our kingdom, and several civilians were beheaded just a few minutes.”

your blood boiled.

for a minute, your eyes saw complete red as your hands shook beside your body, “how many, minister?” your voice didn’t contain your fury, nor your heartbreak.

“hundred and twelve, as of now, your majesty.”

in that minute, you knew you could slay an entire kingdom if you wanted to, you knew that if you were let loose, not a single soldier would be able to keep up with you. your people were supposed to be the last ones to get hurt, you were supposed to be protecting them and you failed.

“i’m assuming, the traitor has been caught?”

“yes, your majesty.” your minister’s eyes widened in fear as you pulled your sword out, “show him to me.”

that night, you scrubbed someone else’s blood off your face, and frustrated tears lined your eyes but the red never seemed to disappear, as you kept washing, more and more took its place, and soon, you gave up on getting it off, you had to accept that a part of you will always be stained with their blood.

the blood served as a reminder of the people you couldn’t save.

you had spent the evening, preparing for the war that would start tomorrow, it was finally declared by your opponent in another mocking letter, and providing aid to the families who lost their loved ones, each of their cries rang loudly in your ears even if hours passed.

water droplets dripped down your face as you sat once again, defeated before the war began, at the edge of your bed, but this time, a knock at your door filled you with relief.

jimin came in, exhausted as well, but his eyes zeroed on the red covering your arms and face, without a word, he took a washcloth, dipped it in water, and sat beside you.

his fingers nudged your hair away from your face and slowly, patiently, patted the blood away, shushing you as you broke down in tears in the middle.

that night ended in jimin’s arms, with a clean face and a lighter heart.

both of you didn’t know what would happen the next day, you just knew that you had to survive for each other.

“line up!” jimin’s yell filled the courtyard and all the soldiers jogged across it to surround him, “you all are aware, going in today, of the severity of the situation and what it could lead to, but i trust that my soldiers will still give their best, we all have homes to return to, keep that in mind. let it serve as a motivation for you to win this, help your fellow soldiers, and keep your focus.”

all of them were nervous, all of them had left home saying their final goodbyes to their families in case they never returned, but all of them also believed in their general and his words, rapid nods came as a response from them and they started preparing themselves mentally.

jimin gestured for them to move along and they all started embracing each other, comforting words poured into the space and they soon moved away to disperse.

in your changing room, your hands slid down the scars that covered you, after today, you were sure there were going to be even more, but somehow, you didn’t mind it as much. your maids placed the armor on you, tightening it around your body and you bit back a groan.

you didn’t know how many more of these wars you could fight.

suddenly, they all shuffled away, leaving the room, causing you to turn around, confused at their actions, only to see jimin entering the room.

“i don’t know why they ran away,” he said with comically raised eyebrows and you bit back a grin, “i’m sure they must have seen you leave my quarters in the morning.” his head fell back with a laugh as he stepped closer to you.

“that can’t be, i’m so discreet, like a ninja, you know?” you rolled your eyes at him, “you broke three vases just two days ago, jimin.” he kissed your temple as another laugh bubbled out of him, “maybe i’ll learn along the way.”

“maybe you will.”

you sighed as both of your smiles slipped, there was no telling if there was a way anymore but believing that there was, it was all you could do.

“how are the soldiers?” your eyes bore into his similar, armor-clad body that came up behind you in the mirror.

“just right, your majesty, don’t worry.” his arms came up to wrap around your body and your hands rested on his arms, a shuddering breath left your mouth as the gravity of today settled in even more.

maybe there won’t be a way, maybe you will never get to hold jimin like this again.

“before we go jimin, i want to tell you, like all of them, you have me, a home and i need you to come back for me,” that was the closest you could get to professing your love, your words were pleading, begging, even if your face was passive. jimin shakes his head, his hair rubbed onto your neck as he exhaled, “we both need to come back, i’m not letting this end here.”

after minutes passed of just being enveloped in each other’s warmth, you wished you could just ignore the war and stay in this room forever, with jimin, you wished you could ignore the possibility of losing him but the loud roars of your soldiers marching to the battlefield reminded you of who you were doing all of this for.

you were the queen, jimin was the general, and both of you had duties that couldn’t keep you locked in this room.

so, with a pained heart and arms that longed for each other even if only seconds passed, you both parted to step away from each other.

jimin reached for your headgear, taking his time to brush your hair and slip it on your head, the one thing you always let him do for you and you held back your tears as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. you reached for his hands and kissed the back of them, your tears soon fell on them and jimin’s resolve started breaking.

but he sniffed, pushing himself away and wiping your tears, “are you ready, my strongest queen?” he held out his hand with a wide, albeit painful smile on his face.

you put your hand in his, trying to stay strong, “whenever you are, general.”

and as you two stepped out, the warmth of his skin spread on you, his head dipping down to give you one final smile that was filled with his ever-growing love.

you felt scared that you might never see it again.

“i love you, your majesty.”

i love you unbelievably more.

“there will be a royal wedding to get ready for after this, be prepared, general.”

jimin winced as sand clouded his vision, he swung his sword aimlessly, hoping to catch his opponent, his ears were ringing from all the screams of agony around him, and when the blood splattered on his face, another scream rang much louder in his ear, causing him to look away.

another soldier who wouldn’t go home.

he whipped his head around, trying to catch sight of you in the midst of all the chaos, and after ducking and running under everyone around him, while slaying whoever he could in the way, he finds you.

a soldier fell at your feet and you took a huge breath, while looking around, only to catch jimin’s impressed face, you both smiled at each other, with red dripping down on your faces.

there was a chance.

you could win this and go back home to each other.

but soon, jimin got pushed into the chaos, and another, darker cloud of sand dusted across his face, forcing him to stand straight and attack again. he couldn’t see you again but he knew you were giving it your all, so he busied himself.

only a few more.

and he would be back with you.

they told him that you killed the most.

that you had fought bravely, and led your kingdom to victory.

that you were the queen that they would love and celebrate, even if centuries pass.

but how could jimin love and celebrate you, when he couldn’t hold you in his arms?

when your body was carried into the palace, it had taken everything in jimin to not set the entire palace on fire. to him, a palace without you, alive and breathing life into the building, was not a palace at all.

people held him when he cried, when he wanted to drive his sword into himself, when he would try to shake your body back to life, when he wouldn’t move away from your body, people put their arms around him and tried to lift him up.

but none of them could console him, all the promises you both had dreamed about vanished in front of his eyes and he blamed every single one of them, if they weren’t so harsh on you, if they didn’t call you heartless, you wouldn’t fight till death to prove that you did indeed have a heart, that you indeed had the biggest one.

jimin didn’t have too long to mourn, soon, the heavy crown was positioned on his head, they told him that it was your last request for him to look after the kingdom you had left behind, and once it was on him, he realized the weight you carried around your whole life, since you were only a kid.

they pulled all kinds of royal clothes on him, the materials itched, they burnt his skin, and the gold threads dug into his neck, as if the clothes were his own prison.

as he was made king, the kingdom rejoiced, they were finally getting a king, a true ruler, in their words, and jimin laughed in all their faces, their history would only have one true ruler, and it was you. no one could do what you did.

the throne felt wrong to jimin, as if he didn’t belong, but he knew this was what you wanted for the kingdom you loved so dearly, and jimin would always serve your needs.

he wished, as you had, for you to come and hold him when he had hard decisions to make, he wished to melt into your lap one last time to feel the warmth that ran away from him, he wished that you were right beside him, gently guiding and caring for him.

but he was left with only the ghost of your touch, that would forever haunt him.

jimin still got up every day, he put on the heavy crown and the irritating clothes and listened to the same blubbering idiots, the way you had, and he tried his best to be the ruler you were.

but at night, he crumbled away, dreaming of your touch and your love as he hugged your headgear closer.

jimin’s dreams remained dreams.

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Cherry Airhead // pjm

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pairing: Jimin × fem!reader

genre: smut, roommates to lovers, friends to lovers, unedited so beware

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“Jimin! Someone’s at the door for you!” you yelled unenthusiastically. Waiting for the long haired man to emerge from his room.

“Are you his…girlfriend?” The unknown woman questioned sourly, looking you up and down in disgust.

“No, I’m his roommate. But we fuck sometimes,” you say seriously, letting your ego take over and guide the conversation. If she was going to be rude so were you.

You watched the color drain from her skin, looking like a deer in oncoming headlights.

“Coming!” Jimin bursts from his room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water still dripping from his freshly showered hair onto his exposed chest.

“Who’s her-“ he said out of breath, stopping when you moved over to reveal the guest.

“What are you doing here, Hyejin?” He said coldly, standing unimpressed in the living room.

“When did you get a girlfriend, Jimin?” She asked looking between you and Jimin.

“Girlfriend?” He questioned confused. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, you burst into a small fit of laughter. Jimin leaning against the couch, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Okay I lied, but I just think you shouldn’t be a bitch to other people in their own home.” You confessed with a shrug, walking past Jimin with a pat on his shoulder.

You entered your room not interested in the argument Jimin was about to have with another one of his obsessed conquests.

After 10 minutes of muffled yelling and the slam of a door, a knock rang through your apartment. Jimin was at your bedroom door.

“Open the door, Sunny.” He said voice rumbling from the other side of the door.

“Oh, now I’m your sunshine. What about her?” You asked playfully, opening the door for him.

“Don’t start. Did she say anything to you?” He asked concernedly, searching your face for answers.

“I’m fine, Park. You should pick nicer fuck buddies though.” You say nonchalantly walking back over to your bed.

Jimin trailed closely behind you, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face him. You squeaked in surprise, holding onto Jimin’s arm.

“What was that, sunshine?” He questioned deeply. “I don’t think I heard you clearly.” Your heart began to race and you quickly removed your hand from his bicep.

“Nothing.” You murmur looking down at the space between the two of you.

He placed his hand under your chin, gently making you look at him. He cocked an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Hmm, well go get the popcorn ready. I’ll get dressed so we can start our movie night.” He said sweetly, flashing you a gummy smile before poking his tongue out at you.

“Did you eat another cherry airhead in the shower? Your tongue is bright red!” You exclaimed slapping his bare chest. He recoiled in pain, a faux pout now on his lips.

“Hey, I blame you for putting a candy bowl in my room,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “You want a piece?” He questioned teasingly, walking to leave your room.

“Oh! Let’s wear the Pajamas you bought us yesterday. I think it’d be cute.” Jimin said down the hall, not listening for your rebuttal.

After changing into your plaid Pajama shorts and one of Jimin’s shirts, you walked out to the living room to prepare the movie.

“We’re watching horror movies right, Minie?” You yelled while bending over to check the dvd player.

“What did you say, hon- woah.” Jimin said, stopping in his tracks.

His eyes fell directly on your ass, the bulge in his pants growing slightly.

“What? I said we’re watching horror movies right?” You asked obliviously. Squatting down to grab a handful of dvds from under the TV console.

Jimin clears his throat eyes still unmoving. He walked further into the living room, plopping on the couch behind you.

“I’ll take your silence and heavy breathing as a yes. Anyways the pizza should be here soon.” You said standing up to turn around.

You were met with the sight of your best friend shirtless and slightly sweaty on your shared couch. Your eyes widened at the sight, heat invading your cheeks.

Maybe you did have a small crush on Jimin, but how could you not when he looks like a walking art piece?

“I-I’m hungry,” you stuttered out shyly. Trying not to stare at Jimin’s lap.

“Me too,” Jimin smirked running his eyes over your body unapologetically. Meeting your gaze with hungry eyes.

“I’m gonna get some water. I’ll be right back,” you said trying to scurry away to the kitchen.

Miscalculating your step, you tripped and landed in Jimin’s lap with a huff. Bracing your hands on his shoulders unconsciously.

“Oh my god I’m sorry—“ you cried out trying to stand up quickly. Jimin grabbed your waist, pulling you back down onto his lap.

“Jimin, what are you doing?” You asked breathlessly. Going to stand up a second time, only to fail against his strong grip.

“Sit down.” He demanded intensely.

You didn’t move another inch, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“You know, you look very cute in these shorts.” He said moving a hand to play with the hem of your pants.

“I’ll go get you some water, Sunny.” He placed his hands on your waist and gently moved you to the next cushion.

“Thank you,” you muttered quietly, eyes darting from the floor to the print in Jimin’s pants. He noticed immediately, smiling as he brought you a glass of water.

“So what movie are we watching?” He asked casually, sitting on the cushion closest to you. You told him about the movie, stumbling over some parts as your mind was elsewhere.

Shortly after the movie started, you guys ate dinner and trash talked your way through the cliché horror tropes.

The next movie was frightening, sending you flying into Jimin’s lap after the 4th jump scare in a row. He happily held onto your hips, glancing down at you every so often.

You felt something hard against your ass, and shifted uncomfortably in response.

“Hey, stop moving Y/N.” Jimin grunted trying to hold you still.

“I feel something hard, it’s uncomfortable Jimin.” You complained, frustrated and grinding down harder.

The next noise you heard made you freeze. A growl? Did he just growl?

“If you would stop moving so much I wouldn’t be hard, Sunshine.” He stated dryly, “well seeing you in those shorts is also the reason.”

“JIMIN-“ you yelped embarrassed. Hiding your face in his chest immediately. He placed a finger under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“You think I don’t know, Y/N. Hmm?” He crooned, looking down into your eyes, his infamous smirk still glued on his lips. The movie suddenly forgotten.

“I’ve seen where your attention has been tonight,” he said cockily. “You don’t think I’ve noticed your eyes on my lap practically the entire movie?”

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am, baby.” He smiled sinisterly, making your mouth water in fright. The nickname igniting something fiery inside you.

“I hear all those pretty noises you make almost every night. Just begging for me to come ruin you.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Park.” You lied defensively, swatting Jimin’s hand away from your face. The memories of your perverted activities flashing through your mind.

“I’m not one of your toys, Jimin. I won’t fall at your feet.” You stated stubbornly, still sitting in his lap.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I’ll make you scream louder than any toy could.” He said grabbing your face roughly. Smiling at the whimper that barely escaped your throat.

“You’re special, darling. Someone made just for me,” he said trailing soft kisses down your jaw to your neck.

“I’ve been longing to taste you, sweetheart. Be a good girl and tell the truth.”

Your breathing had become erratic, Jimin’s feather light lips sending your mind into a frenzy. How could you give in so easily?

You melted into his touch, moaning when he left a particularly prominent love bite on your collarbone.

“Mine” he said, kissing his way up your neck, to your cheek, until he finally met your lips.

Your lips molded perfectly together, Jimin grabbed your waist pulling you closer in his lap. You both pulled apart to catch your breath, a light sheen of sweat coating your foreheads.

“See? I’ve barely done anything Sunny, but I can feel your crying pussy through your shorts.” He groaned, reaching down to grab the hem of your pants.

“I want you to use your words now, pretty girl,” he said running his hands beneath your shorts. He stopped just before he reached your pussy.

“If you want me here,” he tapped two fingers over your clothed clit. “You’ll have to get on your knees and beg,” he deadpanned, kissing the tip of your nose.

You nodded in response, pealing yourself away from him. You climbed to the floor, getting on your knees in front of him.

“Please Jimin,” you began softly, doe eyes trained on his.

“You can do better than that, Sunshine.” He interjected, palming himself through his pants. Your eyes widened at the sight, mouth watering for him.

“Been needing your dick for so long,” you continued nervously. “Want the real thing,” you beg pathetically, crawling forward and placing your hands on his thighs.

He pulled his pants down his legs, trailing his underwear right behind them. You watched his cock spring free, the mushroom tip leaving a sticky trial of pre-cum on his happy trail.

“You want my dick, Sunny? Hmm?” He cooed mockingly, watching you shift cutely in front of him.

He grabbed your face roughly with one hand, craning your neck to look at him. “Open,” he demanded calmly.

He squeezed your cheeks forcing your mouth open. Spitting into it as if he owned you. “Now swallow.”

He smiled happily at you, enjoying the control he had over your actions. “You can taste it, baby.” He said releasing your face with a quick kiss to your nose.

You pushed up on your knees, reaching forward to finally come in contact with his member. Your hand was too small to fit the whole thing.

You wrapped both hands around it, letting out a shaky breath before taking him into your mouth.

“It’s s-so big,” you mewled, hands sticky and furiously moving up and down his shaft. He groaned at your words, loving the attention.

“Tastes so good,” you said before engulfing him again. The sound of him fucking your throat filling the living room.

“Shit—you’re so good at sucking my dick Y/N.” Jimin said moaning at the sight of your bobbing head. “Don’t wanna cum yet, hold on Sunny,” he grunted. You removed your head in frustration, missing the taste of him on your tongue.

He reached down to pull you back into his lap, planting a kiss on your lips. “Good job, princess.”

“Strip for me, Y/N.” Jimin demanded tugging on the waistband of your shorts.

You shakily stood up from his lap, quickly removing the plaid shorts for him. Gripping your forearm nervously as Jimin inspected every inch of your exposed skin.

“You look delicious, Sunny.” He said lazily stroking his cock, eyes still focused on your body.

He motioned for you to lay on the couch, sitting back to give you more room. You did as you were told, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he towered over you.

“I’m gonna fuck you in these, so precious.” He whispered hotly in your ear, toying with your panties. Sliding then to the side, he began rubbing small circles across your clit.

Hushing you after a string of moans escaped your lips. “This my shirt?” He questioned, running his other hand under the soft fabric. His hand gliding across your skin effortlessly, like he already knew the map of your soul.

You nodded, feeling his hair brush against your cheek at the motion. He hummed in delight, grabbing your breast and squeezing.

You felt the tip of his cock graze against your clit, making you to shudder under him. He started to grind against you, sending waves of shock running through your body.

“Mmfp—can’t take it anymore, need you” Jimin flexed his hips forward, groaning as your pussy engulfed him.

You whimpered at the stretch, tears clouding your vision at the feeling. You wrapped your arms around his neck loving the way he grunts in your ear.

“So soft and hot, Sunny. Could fuck you all day.” He said pulling out slightly. Rocking forward before he could miss the contact of your skin.

“Please fill me up, Jimin.” You begged into his neck, “don’t wanna be empty.”

He chuckled at your words, his smile quickly being replaced with an “O,” expression. You clenched around him again, relishing in the whimper he released.

He swallowed another whimper, rhythmically slapping his hips against yours. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, pressing down for your reaction.

A symphony of moans rang through your living room. The obscene squelching and slapping sounds drawing you closer to your orgasm. You felt your stomach bulge with every thrust, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Gonna paint your pretty tummy with my cum, baby.” He placed a hand over your head to brace himself. Slamming back into you aggressively.

You screamed in pleasure, clawing at his back in desperation. You felt your orgasm wash over you. Jimin not easing his movements.

“Fuck—so good for me,” he grunted. “Love watching your pretty face, Y/N.”

You blushed in response, mind and body still reeling from Jimin’s touch. You felt his thrusts become sloppy, a guttural growl coming from his lips as he slipped from inside of you.

He eagerly squeezed his cock, stroking it rapidly as he watched your ruined body underneath him. His eyes closed momentarily, his hips stuttering as he came on your stomach.

Your chests heaved with heavy breathing, Jimin grabbing a towel from the kitchen to clean you up.

“Round 2 in the shower?”

The end.

(Sorry it was short, just supposed to be a quick smut.) (There will be a pt.2)

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katnisspeetaprim · 5 months

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Broad Day Light

Min Yoongi/Reader

Im so sorry if this is bad. i haven't had time to properly edit this. I've been sick again recently, but I wanted to get at least something out for you guys!

Warnings: Injury, crowds, anxiety, established relationship, idol!au

Word Count: 1203 M.list

Walking down a busy street in the middle of the day shouldn’t have been an anxiety inducing task, but here you are. That’s all it’s felt like these days.

You and Yoongi went public a few years ago and paparazzi and sasaeng’s had mostly started to leave you alone after a few months, just the odd personal space invader here and there, but you learnt to live with the new found attention.

Fast forwards to 2023 and Yoongi’s solo tour was well under way. With a world tour came massive media attention, and with media attention, came paparazzi.

You weren’t famous, so having people run up to you with cameras was a surreal experience.

You tried your best to shield your face, but it was to no avail as the group of photographers bolted towards you from across the road.

‘Y/N! Over here!’

‘Are you going to any of the shows!?’

The group of men had effectively blocked your path, not allowing you to leave.

‘Please let me through. I have somewhere to be...’ You mumbled and wrapped your arms round yourself as you kept your head down and away from the cameras. You started forcing your way forwards.

‘Y/N! Yoongi and Halsey have been acting close! Did something happen between them!? Is that why you aren’t on tour with him?’ You know you shouldn’t dignify these people with a response, but the gall of implying that Yoongi would cheat on you with someone that had become a good friend to the both of you... It was enough to make you rage.

‘Of course not! They are good friends, now let me through- Ah!’ As you forcefully pushed your way through the crowd, you didn’t realise how close you were to the curb. Your ankle rolled, causing you to topple over into the road.

Your hands, arms and knees were all scratched up, along with a twisted ankle. At least no cars were coming so you wouldn’t get run over. Though that seemed like a more preferable situation than the one you were currently in.

‘AH!’ You shakily sat up and grabbed your ankle, causing you to hiss out in pain.

‘Please just leave me alone!’ You screamed out and swiped out at the paparazzi circling round you.

‘Hey that’s assault! She just tried to hit me!’ One of the men shouted out, trying to garner sympathy with his fellow low lives.

You were all but breaking down into a full blown panic attack, when all of a sudden you felt a wave of hope flow through you when you heard the shouts of police officers approaching the scene.

‘Hey! What’s going on here? Out of the way!’ They pushed through the crowd and one knelt next to you, whilst the other two pushed back the group, ultimately threatening arrests if they didn’t dispurse.

‘Miss? Are you ok? Are you hurt?’

‘My ankle- I think it’s twisted!’ You whimpered, trying to hold back your tears.

‘Don’t worry. We’ll get you to the hospital.’

Hours later and you were finally able to go home. With a lot of help from your best friend, you were now sat in your living room, feeling sorry for yourself with your poor ankle all wrapped up.

The scraped that littered your limbs weren’t too bad, just a little sore. Stories had hit the web pretty much immediately, along with plenty of videos of the incident, filmed by multiple people.

With any luck, Yoongi would be too busy to even think about going online...

-Incoming video call from Yoongles-

Ah well. There goes that idea.

After a slight hesitation, you pushed the green answer button.

Yoongi suddenly appeared on screen. He’d clearly changed out of his concert gear and was now clad in comfy sweat pants and a jumper.

And he looked pissed.

‘Hey Yoongi...’ You trailed off, trying to sound normal.

‘Seriously? You going to pretend nothing happened?’ He stared at you in disbelief.

‘You should have called me when it happened!’ He continued on, raising his voice ever slightly.

You looked away from the screen, feeling guilty that you tried to keep it from him. Of course he would see the articles, so it was pointless to even try.

‘I’m sorry...’

Yoongi took in your defeated appearance and groaned internally for adding more upset to your already stressful day.

‘No, I’m sorry for shouting. When I saw what happened, I just got so angry.’ He paused for a moment before shaking his head. ‘You got hurt because of me...’

‘Yoongi no!’ You sat up straighter, trying to reassure him. ‘This isn’t your fault. At all!’

He nodded slowly, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn’t believe you.

‘I’m going to send you the number for one of our bodyguards. If you need to go somewhere, get him to drive you.

Yoongi suddenly moved the phone in his hands. He was clearly texting you.

You couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend.

‘Yoongi! I’m sure they have better things to do than look after me!’ His message however, had already pinged on your phone.

‘You got attacked in broad daylight Y/N. Seems pretty serious to me.’ Yoongi deadpanned as he stared you right in the eyes.

The smile fell from your face. You couldn’t argue with the fact that you would feel a lot safer with someone escorting you...

‘I won’t be going anywhere for a while. My ankle is all screwed up.’ You joked, trying to lighten the mood a little.

You didn’t get to see Yoongi often these days, given how in demand he was. The last thing you wanted to do with your precious time together was be miserable.

Yoongi smirked mischievously.

‘Maybe you’ll stay out of trouble then.’ You drew back in mock offense.

‘Excuse me!?’ Where has the compassion gone to?’

‘I’m sure you’ll survive.’ He said, trying to hold back his smirk.

You couldn’t hold back and began to laugh for the first time that day.

‘I wish I could be there for you’ Yoongi suddenly spoke over your laughter. You immediately went quiet, knowing that Yoongi was still upset by the days events.

‘It’s ok. This is enough, for now.’ You smiled gently and gestured towards the phone screen separating the two of you.

‘Remind me again why you couldn’t come with me?’ Yoongi groaned and slumped back in his chair.

‘You know why. I couldn’t get off work.’ You giggled as you also snuggled down into your chair.

He frowned before once again beginning to type on his phone.

‘What’s wrong?’ You enquired curiously.

‘I’m not there, but Tae will be close by tomorrow. I’m sending him to check on you.’

‘Oh my god!’ You exclaimed with a laugh. ‘I can’t convince you I’m fine can I?’

‘Definitely not.’

You and Yoongi spent a long time on call together that night, making the most of every moment.

It was only after ending the call for the night, did you notice Taehyung had sent you a message.

Hey noona! Hope you are ready for a home spa day tomorrow!

P.S, Please tell Yoongi-hyung I made you happy... He’ll kill me if I fail!

#bts #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #fluff #angst #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #idol!au

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btsficsandsuch · 9 months

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Broken Glass

After your confession to your best friend Jimin gets rejected he tells you he’s just not ready for a relationship. However, you’re not ready when you find out a few weeks later that he’s seeing someone else.

Sitting on the couch next to Jimin, your best friend and roommate, he slowly slipped his hand into yours. You couldn’t look up to make eye contact worried that once you did you wouldn’t be able to hold back the tears any longer. “Y/N trust me. It’s not that I don’t care about you. You just don’t want to be with me.” he said.

You had just confessed your feelings to him and the worst case scenario happened, he rejected you. Jimin seeing that you were still upset he started to rub your back, “It’s not you Y/N. It’s me.” You couldn’t stop the sarcastic chuckle and eye roll that followed, “Really? Don’t lie to me. You can tell me whats wrong with me. I think I deserve better than some cliché response. I just ruined our friendship by confessing my feelings and it was all for nothing.”

You could feel the tears start to spill. Jimin reached up and wiped them away with his thumb, “You didn’t ruin our friendship. Nothing is going to change. I promise. I still care deeply about you Y/N. I just don’t think this is what we need right now. It has nothing to do with you. I think you’re amazing in every way. I’m just not in the place for a relationship right now.” He pulled you in for a hug and you hated to admit how comforting it was. You hated even more that he was still comforting you as a friend.

As the next few weeks went on you were surprised at how closely things had returned to normal between you and him. He still had breakfast waiting for you every morning and every evening he made sure to tell you goodnight. The two of you still hosted movie night once a week for your friends. He still pulled you close to him on the couch making sure you were warm and comfy. You were silently watching the movie when you heard Jungkook start to speak, “So Jimin, are you going to see that girl again?” You looked up and saw Jimins cheeks start to redden. “I have no idea who you’re talking about. Maybe it was one of the other guys you’re thinking of.”, he said trying to pass it off. Jungkook shook his head, “No it was definitely you. Remember that trainee you were talking to? You said you were taking her on a date. How did it go?” The rest of your friends all looked over inquisitively waiting for a response.

There was an immediate tension in the room. At least he didn’t tell everyone else about what happened between you too. You were a mix of hurt and anger even though you knew you had no control over what he did in his life. He turned you down and that’s his right, but you couldn’t help the hurt you felt. Jimin finally cleared his throat, “Umm yeah she’s really nice. I’ll probably see her again.” You were so happy when out of the corner of your eye you saw the credits rolling on the screen signaling the movie had ended. Normally you’d try to convince the guys to stay longer not wanting the fun to end but today you couldn’t wait for everyone to leave so you could make your way to bed and be to yourself. You quickly started cleaning up the dishes hoping everyone would get the hint.

Thankfully it didn’t take long for Namjoon to announce he had to head home and soon everyone else followed. While standing at the kitchen sink you could feel Jimins eyes staring at you. He walked over and started drying the plates you had just washed, “Y/N please don’t be upset with me. I never wanted to hurt you.” Taking a deep breath you turned to look at him, “I’m not upset. You made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with me. You can date anyone that you want. I’m happy for you.” With that you threw the rag in the sink hoping to get to your room before the tears started falling.

You could hear Jimin chasing after you calling your name. He grabbed your hand just before you could get your door open. “If you’re so happy for me then why are you acting like this? I never said I didn’t want anything to do with you. You’re still my best friend.”, he said. You scoffed, “You also said that you just weren’t in the right place for a relationship right now but three weeks later you’re dating some trainee? And you said it wasn’t me. Well clearly there has to be something that you don’t like about me.”

Jimin was becoming angrier with each word you said. Quickly he ran his hands through his hair, “God Y/N, why cant you just accept my answer and leave it at that. I told you it had nothing to do with you and I meant it. They asked me to help this trainee with her dancing. After a while I knew she liked me so I thought I’d ask her out. It’s not like I’m gonna marry her.”

“Oh so you’re just using the poor girl?”, you scoffed. He shook his head, “ No you’re twisting my words. Do you think acting like a spoiled brat is going to want to make me date you? It’s none of your business what I do in my personal life or who I do it with.” You wiped the few tears that had trickled down your cheek, “You’re right. It’s none of my business. But just please answer one question for me. What do you like about her?” You hated this side of you. This jealous side that wanted to compare yourself to some girl you didn’t even know. Frustrated and fed up Jimin looked at you biting his lip, “You want to know the truth Y/N. I like her because she’s not you.”

Nodding in acceptance you turned into your room and slammed the door shut behind you before falling onto your bed finally releasing the flood of tears you had been holding for so long. Not long after you heard the front door open and close and you knew that Jimin had left the apartment. You cried until you felt like you couldn’t cry any more. He liked another girl simply because she wasn’t you. You knew there was probably more to it but that was enough for you to hear.

Laying in your bed you didn’t know why you ever confessed to begin with. You had a good friendship. He was always there for you when you needed him. He took care of you when you were sick. He always tried to cheer you up and be there when you were down. A small smile formed when you thought back to the time he came walking into the living room in a silly costume trying to make you laugh after you came home inconsolable after your boyfriend suddenly dumped you on your birthday three years ago. You remembered how Jimin held you and listed every great thing about you. Maybe it was all those actions that caused you to think he had also fallen for you too but you were clearly mistaken.

After having fallen asleep you were woken up by a loud crash coming from the living room. You quickly ran out of your bedroom finding a very drunk Jimin laying in a pile of glass on the floor. He had lost his balance falling right onto the glass coffee table the two of you picked out when you bought the apartment. Thankfully he was wearing long pants and long sleeves so he didn’t appear to be injured. Normally taking care of a drunk Jimin was something you wouldn’t think twice about. You’d almost enjoy it because drunk Jimin was always happy and giggly and touchy Jimin. Now the thought of him touching you made your stomach turn but you knew you couldn’t leave him there. You put on some shoes to protect your feet and tiptoed around as much of the glass as you could. Carefully you helped Jimin up and laid him on the couch begging him to stay so you could go get the broom. When you returned he was thankfully still in the same spot but he was no longer the laughing giggly mess he was when you found him on the floor. He looked somber, like he could cry at any moment.

You began sweeping up the glass checking on Jimin every minute or so. It was when you made eye contact with him that he finally spoke, “Y/N, what would you do if I told you I loved you?” Not wanting to go through this right now you pretended you didn’t hear him and took him to get him ready for bed. He’s drunk anyways. He’ll forget all about this in the morning. Once he was tucked in you turned to leave but he grabbed your hand pulling you onto the bed. He wrapped himself around you and squeezed you tight.

As much as you wanted to stay there and take it all in you pushed yourself away from him, “You have a girlfriend Jimin. I shouldn’t be in bed with you.” He shook his head, “I don’t have a girlfriend. I told her that I wasn’t interested and that I was sorry for leading her on. You were right. I was using her. I was hoping if I was with her I could forget about you.” You stared down at him shaking your head, “You’re drunk. You have no idea what you’re saying.” Not wanting to hear any more you left his room and went to finish cleaning up the rest of the glass.

The following morning you woke up and decided the first thing you needed was a hot shower. After getting cleaned up and changed you made your way out to the kitchen but stopped when you found Jimin on the couch. You didn’t expect him to be awake this early. He looks just how you’d expect someone with a major hangover to look. “I just ordered us a new table. It should be here next week.”, he said. You simply nodded and continued talking to the kitchen. Surprisingly your breakfast was already waiting for you, like always. “We’re out of cheese so your eggs don’t have any today. I’m sorry.”, Jimin said while standing in the doorway. Silently you sat down and began to eat. He sat next to you and sipped his coffee. The two of you sat in silence until he finally spoke up, “Y/N you never answered me last night.” You looked at him confused. “I asked you what would you do if I told you I loved you and you never gave me an answer.” This is not what you want to deal with right now. You sighed, “Why does it matter at this point? I confessed, you rejected me, and you moved on. I don’t want to keep going on this rollercoaster.”

You felt his hand settle on your thigh. “Y/N I’m sorry about the last few weeks. When you confessed I got scared. I’ve been wanting to confess to you too but I don’t think I’d be a good boyfriend. I need a lot of reassurance and attention. I work a lot and I leave for months at a time. We can’t have a normal relationship. I didn’t want to put that burden on you. I thought I was protecting you.” “You didn’t want to put that burden on me so you started dating someone else instead?”, was all you could respond with. He closed he eyes trying to prevent the tears threatening to fall, “No, I knew she really liked me and I was feeling so awful that I rejected you. I was hoping that maybe I could force myself to fall in love with her instead. I never had feelings for her. All I could think about was loosing you forever. I’m just an idiot who handled this all wrong.”

You sat there silently just taking all this information in. “You are an idiot. That’s for sure.”, you said getting a smile for the first time in awhile. “I can’t believe you thought you’d be a burden. I’ve seen you at your best and I’ve seen you as your worst and I’ve been there with you through it all. I always would be.”, you said before kissing his cheek.

“Do you feel as bad as you look?”, you asked with a chuckle. He rested his head in hands, “You have no idea. I’m never drinking that much again.” “I feel like I’ve heard that before,” you said which brought a laugh in both of you. “You know I heard that cuddling with your girlfriend in bed all day is one of the fastest ways to cure a hangover.”, he said eyeing you for a reaction. “Well too bad you just broke up with your girlfriend then. Looks like you’ll have to stick to water and some pain killers.”, you responded. He pouted and opened his mouth to protest but you stopped him. “I’m kidding. Let’s go cuddle until you feel better.”, you said while grabbing his bad and pulling him to the bedroom.

#bts fanfic #bts #bts x reader #jimin #jimin x reader #jimin angst #jimin fluff #bts fluff #bts imagines #park jimin #jimin imagine #jimin fanfic

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syuga-s · 26 days

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who do you blame?

w.c. 11.9k pairing. Yoongi x fem!reader, Taehyung x fem!reader genre. hello again ANGST, slight smut, romance a/n. NSFW MDNI !!! curse words, alcohol, sexual content (just fingering this time),, i may or may not have a second part to this fic 😼 ENJOY pookies <3

Don’t know if I can call it insomnia if I literally sleep at this hour all the time.

I want to dye my hair black again.

But this restlessness feels different.

Maybe that third cup of coffee’s doing its thing.

I was so close to having a panic attack; I did cry, though. And I still want to for a variety of reasons.

I’ve been thinking about a lot of things this week. I really want to see Yoongi like, right now. That’s how I know I’m not doing well.

Lately, I’ve been pondering the idea of resentment and how it means that envy is the emotion you’re feeling. At first, I dismissed it because how do you go from one emotion to a completely different one? But hell maybe they’re right.

I may envy people and their ability to forget how someone else made them feel. Or how they’re able to just overlook someone’s actions. Because I can’t do that. I take everything to heart.

How can you not when those actions were directed at you? Even though I’m used to excusing them and saying, “maybe they’re going through something big, and I just got the short end of the stick,” “maybe they didn’t actually mean it,” or the great, “maybe you’re not the only one that they treated like that, don’t feel so special.”

Alright, but why does it have to happen? Is it that tough to be considerate of someone’s feelings?

Good thing I haven’t texted Yoongi. I’m pretty sure I’m having a weak moment.

Do I want to keep up with that mess? Because that’s what it is.

I just can’t stop thinking about him. I think I miss him. But I refuse to be the one that reaches out for him this time. I’m still pondering if I genuinely miss him or if I’m just fucking lonely again.

Pretty sure it’s the second one.

At the same time, I wish he would grow up more and be ready for something serious.

“Sooooo… I dyed my hair again last night,” you confessed to Gemma on the phone. She was on her way to your house to pick you up because tonight you two were attending a concert.

Your best friend sighed, and you could practically imagine them rolling their eyes. “What color is it this time?” Gemma sounded exasperated, but she wasn’t; it didn’t even surprise her anymore. All her concerns were how you managed to not fry your hair whenever you wanted another makeover.

“I guess it looks kind of black?” You muttered and pressed your lips while you waited for your friend to say something.

“UGH, I can’t wait to see you!,” “you better be ready too because I’m hungry, and you know our pho place closes early!”

“I know, I know. Surprisingly, I AM ready; I’m just looking for my keys.”

This was your and Gemma’s ritual almost every Friday or Saturday night, depending on your plans. Tonight, it was Friday, and you had your usual king size pho, talking about work, your hair on this occasion, and most importantly, the band you were going to watch in a few hours.

You forgot to mention how you’ve been feeling about Yoongi. You thought that conversation could be saved for another time.

As soon as you arrived at the venue, the band came out.

It was one of these L.A. indie bands that both of you discovered this same year. Whenever Gemma was over at your place, you always ended up watching their music videos, fawning over the vocalist. So, when you found out they were doing a concert soon, you knew you had to be there.

It lasted around an hour, which was a little underwhelming compared to the other concerts you’ve attended. Still, all was forgotten because that damn vocalist was as dreamy as you imagined.

When the concert ended, Gemma and you found yourselves a table to keep talking over drinks. You didn’t count on Sam, one of your other friends, calling and telling you she was coming over.

You didn’t usually mixed your plans, but it felt kind of inevitable tonight.

You also thought the place felt kind of dead and guessed it wouldn’t hurt to have more people with you.

Sam arrived with her brother’s girlfriend. Before anything else could be said, they both said, “This place is dead.”

“What were you doing in here?”

You laughed at the confused expression your friend had on her face. She knew you were at a concert, but you then explained you were just sitting and drinking, nothing special.

“We should go somewhere else! What do you say about going downtown?” The brother’s girlfriend addressed you.

You pursed your lips and turned to look at Gemma to ask her what she wanted to do. “I’m staying over with you, so I’m giving you the privilege of deciding.” You smiled at your friend and thought about it. You wanted to keep drinking; it was barely 11 p.m.

You turned to Sam to tell her it was okay, but before you opened your mouth, she tried to convince you, “Come on, let’s just go for a while; Hoseok’s over there with some friends!”

Hoseok is Sam’s brother.

Hoseok is Yoongi’s best friend.

It’s pretty evident that wherever Hoseok was, Yoongi was there too.

Fuck, did I manifest this?

“Let’s go then.”

What a miracle, what a coincidence.

A kiss on the cheek. All kind. Warm greetings—the kind that makes you want to kill whoever invented manners. You see each other from time to time, often at random places and gatherings like tonight.

You haven’t seen Yoongi in over ten months.

You haven’t seen him since that last date you had. If you can call it that.

Last year, life was kicking your ass, and Yoongi was everything you had. You truly needed someone, and he stayed with you throughout the messiest months of your life. He was your everything.

You were perfectly aware he was never going to be serious about you. He’s been in your life for eight years, and both of you have left the other countless times before. You two were just a bad joke. You never understood why he always insisted on coming back to your life just for him to treat you like always. Never something special. Never been the exception, always the rule.

But for those seven months, he acted like the person you always wanted him to be. You knew you were both a joke, but you always liked what “us” meant with him.

Last Christmas was the first time you spent a holiday together. It felt so important to you back then as if life was finally going your way.

You never expected what he had to say to you right on that day.

“First of all, Merry Christmas, honey”. He smiled as he looked at you. “You know I’ll always wish for you and your family to be healthy. I know this is important to you, but I’m sure you can rest a bit about that matter from now on.”

“I’m really happy you’re spending these days with me. You know I’m not fond of the holidays, but I want you to know this feels important to me.”

“I genuinely, truly, really want to keep you with me and for us to go out as much as we can, if you want to, of course. Because to be honest, if it were up to me, we would be doing a bunch of stuff together all the time, but it’s not just a matter of me wanting, so I hope you’d like that too.”

With his words, you went through all the emotions known to mankind. It’s been the first time you’ve heard something like that coming from him, and you felt strange. Thinking how you may have wanted that for years, now when it’s actually happening, you feel so disconnected from yourself, you start to think, “What can he possibly like in me? I’ve only shown him chaos these past months.”

But as soon as that thought crossed your mind, your heart told you, “Yet, he’s still here.”

He made you feel safe, so you committed to being the best version of yourself once again. After all you’ve been through, he’s never stopped being so good and patient with you.

He’s always going to have a piece of your heart.

Then came the inevitable change of heart one of you had every time.

This time, it happened to him. Of course.

You were supposed to go out one night, but you ended up going home in the middle of the “date.”

It’s like you weren’t talking to Yoongi anymore. He was acting cold, apathetic, indifferent, you name it.

You felt awful on your way home. You didn’t even want to think about the reason for his attitude towards you.

You wanted to feel hopeful, happy, and even in love, but it didn’t feel like that anymore. You wanted to trust in what Yoongi had told you just a few weeks ago. Maybe it was just something you wanted to hear, but you didn’t catch on to the intentions behind his words.

I actually fell for it this time.

There have been multiple times when you told yourself there was no future for you two. Why do you keep staying? It just makes you feel like shit in the end.

I just keep building unrealistic expectations, as if there was actually someone who could save me from my own problems1.

This time, you were hoping he was tired of you and would finally choose not to be with you anymore.

Farewell comes. Once again, you bury memories deep in the deepest ocean. Then it comes back and floats up.

There were eight people sitting close together at a little round table, and to your luck, you ended up facing Yoongi.

Beer never stopped coming to your table.

You had an impressive way of acting as if everything was normal. You were always like this. Of course, Yoongi made you angry, but you’ve never resented him for something. Acting full of hostility in front of both of your friends would never be one of your goals.

On some other occasion, maybe you would’ve ignored him and his glances, but you can’t deny that you’ve wanted to see and talk to him for the past few weeks.

Your friends weren’t fond of your “relationship,” yet they were always curious about how you two treated each other whenever you saw each other after a while. Everyone always knew when you two were together and how many months you had spent without talking.

You can’t tell if that’s good or not, but everyone knew it was just a matter of time before you started seeing each other again.

Tonight was going well. You haven’t seen Hoseok or the other guys in a while. Aside from whatever you had with Yoongi, they were your friends, too. Not too long ago, you always went out on weekends to bars, parties, and the occasional concerts.

Ever since you distanced yourself from them a little, they got into relationships. It wasn’t until today that you actually spent time with them and their partners and got to know them a little.

Jimin was sitting on your right, and eventually, you found yourselves talking apart from the others. He started telling you about his partner and how he got in a little fight with them over whether it’s right or not to look at other people at the gym.

Later, the others were all over that topic, arguing whether it was socially acceptable or not to look at someone else at the gym while your partner was there with you. All the alcohol you’ve drank made itself present. Your overall volume rose with each minute, with everyone voicing their opinions.

You had already told tipsy Jimin your point of view, so you got fed up with the subject when it turned into an actual discussion between Hoseok and his partner.

Sam and Gemma were still talking with Jimin over what he did, his partner’s words, and whatnot. So you found your chance to get up and go to the jukebox.

It took less than two minutes of you looking through the catalog when you suddenly saw a tall figure standing by your side.

“Hi,” he said.

You turned to look straight into his eyes. “Hi.”

“You look radiant, better than before.”

You bit your smile back and answered, “can’t complain.” Still searching for a song.

He came closer to you, “we meet again.”

A smile escaped from you. “It’s been almost a year, huh.”

Now they’re walking on ice. To see who slips first. No strings intertwined. They were never anything, but there was always something.

“I know, it’s crazy.” He wasn’t going to waste any more time. “Can we meet later?”

There was something.

“My friend is staying over.” You had already picked two songs but still had three more credits.

“I can come by.”

You were thinking hard about which songs to pick, but Yoongi was making it really hard to concentrate.

Of course, I want you to come over. Yet, I still want to hang on to the small remains of my pride.

“I think it would be better if we go out sometime this week if you want.”

Filled with anxiety over what you were arranging, you started tapping your fingers against the machine, not remembering which artist you were looking for in the first place.

“I thought you no longer wanted to see me.”

You lifted your chin to look at him and gave him a smirk. “Well,” you said with a nervous laugh, “I did, but I can’t lie to you; I’ve been thinking about you for days.”

“Why?”

“Why? What do you mean why?”

“I don’t know, I thought you were done with me.”

“Yoongi, we can’t talk about that here.”

You were finally searching for the last song. “Well, I’ll see you at your house later.”

Again, you turned to look at him but gave him an annoyed expression. You kept going through Pink Floyd’s songs, your distress not letting you find your favorite song by them.

“Can I? Just for a while. I want to talk to you.”

“Talk about what Yoongi?”

Finally, <The Great Gig in the Sky>.

“About why you left like that back then.”

You finally turned your whole body to answer him, “Alright then, you can come by later.” And with that, you returned to your seat at the table. Everyone asked what took you so long, and while you explained that you couldn’t find the songs you wanted, Yoongi came back to his seat, too. All eyes were on you, his included.

It actually got you happy that he talked to you first.

Untethered intertwining. They were never anything, but there was always something.

Sam, Hoseok, and his girlfriend left around 2 a.m., but the rest of you kept finding things to talk about.

You never stopped drinking, but you weren’t feeling drunk yet. In one of your trips to the bathroom, Gemma told you she liked Yoongi for the first time, and it got you all giddy. As you were walking back, you and Yoongi couldn’t take your eyes off of each other. Both of you were getting impatient to finally be alone again.

You’re both talking to your friends, and you’re laughing, and you look across the table. You’re not even far apart, but you catch each other’s eyes, and it’s this secret that exists right there, unnoticed, and no one else knows about it, no one else but you and Yoongi.

The rest of your friends were already drunk, so he told you, “We should go.”

“Come on, I’ll take you both home.”

Gemma hopped in the back of his car, and you got yourself in the passenger seat.

All your actions were too familiar for someone who hasn’t seen this guy in over ten months.

The next thing you knew, your phone connected automatically to his car, and he urged you to put some music on.

It was until this moment, on your way to your house, that you realized you were very drunk. You don’t even remember which playlist or songs you played.

When you arrived home, you gathered all your might to get Gemma inside. (Yoongi helped you open all the doors and, most importantly, carry Gemma to your room).

You got Gemma into your bed, changed her clothes, and left her a glass of water on your bedside table. You also used the moment to gulp a glass of water yourself. Meanwhile, Yoongi was already settled in your living room, his eyes not leaving you. Lying on your couch, recognizing when you were feeling more than tipsy. “Are you drunk?”

His voice scared you for a second. You did not realize he was still there or that he was watching your every move. Your smile gave away that you were indeed feeling a little drunk.

“A little? Maybe?”

The way he laughs always gets you. It has this cute yet manly note that you’ve always loved so much.

You curled up on your couch next to Yoongi, facing him. You truly wanted to hear what he wanted to talk about, but this newfound comfort of being on your couch made you sleepy. At the same time, the way he was looking at you was letting the alcohol in your system wear out.

His heavy gaze no longer made you think about talking with him. All you wanted was for him to hold you and kiss you like he used to as if he couldn’t wait any longer to press his lips on yours, to interrupt you while you were saying something with a kiss filled with the desire you both had for the other.

“Are you dating someone else?” His question shocked you. You looked at him wide-eyed. Yoongi looked directly at your eyes like they were the only thing in the room, fearing that if he looked somewhere else, he’d miss the truth coming from your eyes.

Your face turned into a frown, and drinking in his words confused you. You sat straight to ask your first question, but he beat you to it. “Is that why you left me?” The blood drained from your face.

Is he serious? Is he genuinely clueless? Or is he just being stupid?

“Is that what you want to hear? That I’ve been dating around?”

“I don’t know. It’s just that you disappeared again; if you wanted me to go to hell, you could’ve said so.”

“What are you even saying, Yoongi?”

“I thought you were dating someone.” He let out what must have been a bitter laugh.

“Well, I’m not… I don’t have time to go out with ‘people’.”

Do you even know why it’s so goddamn impossible for me to let you go? Because every song, every moment, and every person reminds me of you.

Why did you even want to see him this time around? Have you ever thought about that? It didn’t even matter because it was always the same. You suddenly forget how you feel or whatever you wanted to say as soon as you’re in front of him. Even if you said something, he wasn’t going to listen. He never does.

“Are you dating someone?”

“That’s not what I wanted to talk about. I need to know why you left me that night.”

“So, you are dating someone...”

“Just tell me why you left me.”

“Fine, I bet I won’t even remember this in the morning,” you laugh softly, maybe in preparation for what you would say next.

You collapse back onto your couch, sighing as your head sinks into the soft cushions. Your eyes drift upward, fixating on the blank expanse of the ceiling above you.

“It’s just that… I don’t know; that day, you were acting so strange toward me, and I truly thought you weren’t my Yoongi anymore. It’s like you were dying to get out of there, and I figured it would be better if I was the one who left first”. You smiled, but everyone could have seen the bitterness behind it. “I trust- no, I hoped… that what you told me that you wanted for us was true, but I couldn’t see a trace of that in you anymore. I didn’t want to turn into an anxious mess and think about you non-stop or… try to find out why you acted like that, so yeah, I left you again.”

He felt a tightness in his chest when he heard you say, “My Yoongi.” It wasn’t helping that your words sounded so real to him at that moment. This was easily the third time he’d seen you somewhat vulnerable. He was going to regret talking about this.

“Do you want me to ask you what was going on with you that day?” Your head was still on the couch, but it was now turned to get a better look at his face. You were still smiling.

He thought, Why is she smiling? Why is she always smiling?

“But you said you weren’t gonna remember this in the morning.” There goes his sweet laugh again.

“We can try.”

“Can we try with a kiss instead?”

Only the sound of cars driving by could be heard.

You don’t even remember that kiss anymore.

That should have been a dead giveaway that everything was bound to turn out very wrong after that night.

The following days were even worse. Your conversations over text were boring and awkward. You felt that he was being an ass on purpose, as if he was making you pay for what you “put” him through. Sick and tired. That’s how you were beginning to feel towards this ongoing joke. Over the week, you started remembering the first thing you wrote about him. It was the first time you’d drifted apart.

“I want to see you. I want to be with you now. I hate feeling this needy. I like you so much that I don’t know what to do with all these emotions. Remember that night when we kissed for the first time? Our lips touched, and I think my heart lost its rhythm for a few minutes. It’s okay if you don’t remember it the way I do. But I want you to know that I’ll never forget how you made me feel that night. I think I fell in love with you since then. I’ve missed you almost every day since you left. I realized that I look pretty when I’m sad, but I look prettier when somebody says your name, and I smile uncontrollably. I wish I could explain the physical pain I feel inside my chest when I think about you. And I wish that pain could be erased if we’re being honest. I don’t know what’s wrong with us. I’m running out of ideas to make this work, and I feel like if I don’t do something to save us, you won’t do it either; even though I know you care, I know you’re just going to stand there, arms crossed watching everything drift away. I can’t get out of my head that time you said that you felt that you were hurting me instead of making me feel good, and I said that sometimes I think I hate you. I swear I didn’t mean it. It’s just that I’m too scared of losing you for good because I have this feeling that I won’t feel like this ever again; I’m afraid I’ll have to lose this part of myself that feels genuinely in love with someone. I thought we were made for each other. I thought you were one of my soulmates. I still think we are. But we keep fucking it up every single time. I won’t lie; I’m fine some days, but the smallest things break me. I know it’s not your fault that I’m so damn sensitive, but my feelings have always been this intense, this is who I am, and I was hoping that you would learn to love the whole mess that I am just as much as I love yours. It’s not that I can’t be with someone else and forget about you—I know I can—but I don’t want to be without you. I don’t know what it is about this day, but my head feels so much heavier when we’re having problems. I feel mad at you, and I bet you’re mad at me, too. Have I always been this hard? Or are you just realizing that being with me is a lot of work and I’m not worth it? I’m not ready to let you go. You’re the only guy I’ve ever wanted to keep around. You treat me so well when we’re together. I love when you take my hand in yours. I love every time it’s just you and me, and we talk about life. There’s no one for me but you. You’re the only face I can see. I hope you know I’m only pretending to hate you when I love you so much. After all, I’ll always hope it’s you and me in the end. I’m happy if I get to be with you.”

That was seven fucking years ago. Funny huh?

It was never supposed to turn out like this. Who would’ve thought that someone could pull you down like this under the guise of love? Was it really only an individual’s fault?

Did it keep going because no one wanted to be the bad guy? If we didn’t have feelings for each other, if we didn’t think of each other, would we have dragged it on like this?

Those words played over and over again in your head. Whenever you came to be together again, that was eventually all you wondered about.

That first letter was born when the first layer that was blinding you was uncovered. It was as if something was finally letting you see the shape of the person Yoongi was—or at least the person he was with you.

Next year. The second “letter” came.

“Everything’s been so weird lately. I don’t get you. You didn’t talk to me for three days, yet you still think I’ll say yes when you want to see me late at night when you finally feel like it? Seriously? I’m angry at you, but mostly, I’m angry at myself. How can I be so blind to not realize that nothing will ever happen between us? Why am I still here? I know it’s because I want to be with someone, but maybe that person is not you. Because if you wanted to, we would be something by now. I know you won’t ever change because it’s been 2 years since this started, and you’re still the same. Maybe I fell in love with the hope and longing. All I did was imagine myself with you, I thought I was being patient about us. I can’t help but be a hopeless romantic, that’s all I’ve been my whole life. Occasionally, I find myself doing dumb shit all the time, like apologizing to the stars on behalf of both of us for not keeping our promises. I’ve been thinking about how sad I have been lately. Telling myself I’m stupid for loving you after all you’ve made me go through, how useless I feel, and how painful every day gets, honestly, this love I feel for you is making me crazy. But I shouldn’t be worrying about this. I know it may seem complicated to live with a broken heart, crying until your tears make you blind. I keep saying to myself, “It’s time you get yourself together, fall in love with yourself again, and forgive yourself for thinking you were stupid when you only acted out of love for someone who couldn’t see all you were.” But let’s be honest, being aware of all this still doesn’t make it any easier. I still feel so lost. And confused. I wish I knew how to stop loving you. I miss my peace of mind. I know what I’m supposed to do but don’t know where to start. I know that one day we’ll cross paths again, and I won’t feel a thing anymore, but until then, I’ll keep trying to convince myself that I don’t want you anymore. What have you done to me? What have I done to myself? What is it about you that ended up putting me through this hell? For the past few months, we barely saw each other. I still remember the last words we exchanged, and I feel sick, I keep wishing you would’ve done something else, hoping you would’ve said something different, but wishing for this doesn’t matter anymore, I’ll just keep hurting myself if I keep thinking about this version of you that I kept romanticizing. I’m tired now. All this was too much for me. But let me tell you one thing. I never even thought for a second that I was wasting my time with you. Not even when all my friends told me so. I took pride in myself for “knowing” when a guy doesn’t want you, but you were so confusing. You used to always be there. You knew exactly what to do and what to say so I could keep my love alive, making me think that maybe one day we would be together, but now I’m truly fed up with you. I’m angry. I know I can live without talking to you, but I don’t think I can be in the same room with you and not feel a thing. I’m telling you this because I want you to understand me. I want us to end on good terms because I know it’ll be impossible for us to stop seeing each other. So please help me, because this won’t be easy for me. I still care about you. I love you, but I can’t do this anymore. I need to keep crying, but understand me, I’m not crying for you. It’s just that I have so much inside me that I could never say to you. I know now that I was too much for you.”

In the span of two years, all that relationship lay before your eyes, yet somehow you didn’t want to see it. You decided to keep your hope alive even if it hurt you.

Several breakups between the two of you. A few relationships with other people in the middle of it all. Countless times you wanted to run to him just one more time. The occasional texts came from him, asking how you were and if you wanted to meet again.

You tried to be strong most of the time. You even felt you had gotten over Yoongi on every period where you’d stopped running into him. Those were the times when it was easy. But it was also quite embarrassing how quickly you’d fall into his trap once he got into your head again.

So yeah, you caved in after that kiss from last night.

You were letting this happen. You wanted this on this occasion.

It should be fine, right?

Eventually, after a few weeks, both of you started sorting out your emotions and everything felt pretty normal again.

Why do I make things so complicated when there’s no need to?

You can’t help but doubt yourself and doubt him. You want to know what’s in his head, yet you know it should be enough for you that he wants to keep seeing you.

All these doubts made you realize that maybe, just maybe, you’re treating this in the same way you would’ve years ago.

Just focus on the now.

Aside from that…

You like him very much. He can talk about a bunch of things with you. He can be cute when he wants to be. You used to have a lot in common in terms of music. You like his style. And let’s not get started on his tattoos. ON TOP OF THAT, HIS ARMS. For some weird reason, I always forget he has dimples.

Ultimately, years pass and you always run back to him. You genuinely enjoy being in the same room as him.

No one has gotten close to how he makes you feel. Every time you see him again, everything feels the same. Your feelings towards him haven’t changed.

The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle but never break.

A month later

Ah, shit.

You were having a relatively good weekend. It was the 4th of July. You spent it with your family and now it was almost midnight but you were still texting with your best friend. She was at a party with Sam, Jess, and all the guys. You were experiencing a mild fomo, but you had a deal with your parents, so you had to pass that party this time.

Even Jungkook texted you earlier asking why you weren’t there. But that’s another story.

Your best friend was getting drunker with every text she sent, but she had put herself on the task of updating you with all of Yoongi’s whereabouts and doings.

I mean go ahead I guess. It makes me feel like it’s my fault for not showing enough interest again. This is making me uneasy. Because I like him but turns out he doesn’t like me enough? I WANT TO SCREAM.

I shouldn’t be angry because it’s my fault. I know so. I’m not trying enough, and maybe this was bound to happen. I can’t ask him to just talk to me. He needs to live his life too, he’s human, and he gets tired of waiting for someone who doesn’t seem “invested” in him. FUCK.

He ended up coming to your place around 1 a.m.

And this time, you actually talked. You were worried he’d drank too much, but he showed to be as sober as one can be.

Before he got there, you were extremely nervous, but once you sat with him on your couch, all your tension and fears calmed down. You valued that he was able to make you feel that way.

Your feelings went on a rollercoaster in a matter of a few hours, it was so fucking strange to read those words. To paint yourself a picture of what Yoongi was doing with you.

“Why weren’t you at the party?”

“I spent the whole weekend with my parents, so I couldn’t go.” “I wanted to, though.”

“It would’ve been cool if you had gone, everyone was asking about you.”

A smirk appeared on your face. “And what did you tell ’em?”

“That you didn’t want to see me,” He joked.

You started playing with him.

“That’s sliiightly true,”

After that, he laughed but got closer to you. He even got a lot more talkative, narrating to you everything he and your friends did earlier on. You were pretty entranced in him. It’s risky when you love to hear someone just talk. He took in the way you were gazing at him and figured there was no point in wasting more time. It was obvious Yoongi only went to your place to see if he was getting lucky tonight.

You realized his face was inching closer to yours. Your eyes scanning his own. Him doing the same, with the occasional glance at your lips. You weren’t gonna kiss him. Still, you let him get close enough so your lips could brush each other.

Then you smiled.

You weren’t gonna miss the chance to let him try to explain to you what the hell was going on, so you thought you’d go straight to the point.

“Can I ask you something?”

He returned your smile.

“Wait, let me guess”- “You want to know if I have a girlfriend”.

Motherfucker.

Your smile faltered slightly at him guessing the question, but he maintained eye contact with you. “Yeah, I figured that’s what you wanted to ask,” he replied. His tone is a mix of playfulness and seriousness. “No, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

The way his mind immediately went there. We’ll worry about that later.

Yoongi’s words echoed in your ears, you couldn’t help but believe him. There was something about his voice, his gaze, that made you blindly trust his every word.

Yoongi’s expression softened, his gaze unwavering. “I want you to know that I’m being genuine right now. I don’t have a girlfriend, I’m not seeing anybody formally, romantically, emotionally, or whatever you imagined. I want to give us a chance to make things right for you.”

You clung to the hope that this time he was telling the truth.

A sense of relief washed over you as you leaned closer to Yoongi. Ignoring the cautionary whispers in the back of your mind, you let yourself be swept away by his intoxicating presence.

His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, and for a moment, it felt like all your doubts and worries faded away.

Days turned into weeks, and you reveled in the blissful illusion of having Yoongi in your life once again. Yoongi seemed attentive, caring, and utterly devoted to you. He showered you with affection, making you believe that you were his only one this time.

Over the next months, your interactions with Yoongi were limited to texts. There were no dates or visits to your house or his place, for that matter. It’s like he was growing bored. But that’s nothing new anymore.

You started to grow tired of his refusal to let you go, even if he didn’t like you the way you liked him. You knew it was time to move on and find someone who would honestly reciprocate your feelings.

And then, on a spontaneous note, one day, you stumbled upon someone through Instagram.

thv replied to your story.

It started with you two sending each other songs for a few days.

Then, when you got to actually talk to him. You realized he was funny, his music taste almost immaculate, he was extremely nice to you, and he cared about what you had to say. You basically had the same interests. And hands down, you enjoyed talking to him a lot.

Ever since you started talking to this new guy, called Taehyung, you felt like something had shifted in your life. And it’s only been 3 days since then.

This time, it turned out you were wrong. Wrong about everything.

I can’t regret anything, because I tried, I wholeheartedly tried. I don’t plan to try and understand him anymore.

Yoongi had been lying through his teeth the whole time. He did have a girlfriend, and he reveled in his power over you. He enjoyed playing with your emotions, relishing in his control over you.

You found out a few days ago, and you struggled to know what to do. You weren’t going to just ghost him. You couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be passive-aggressive toward him, and it showed in your texts.

But you weren’t counting on that he was even more of a cynic than you. And you were getting angrier that he wouldn’t accept anything and refused to let the conversation die.

So yeah, it took 3 days.

It took you that long to get yourself way ahead of everything. About Taehyung specifically.

You don’t remember having met him before.

If only you knew that he remembers the first time he saw you in college and several parties after that.

He’d grown attracted to you every time he saw you. However, you never once seemed to acknowledge his presence.

And don’t get him wrong. He didn’t mind. You were just a platonic interest. Somehow he knew you weren’t exactly available even if he never saw you with a guy before.

He just took his chance a few days ago, not expecting anything. Just with the simple excuse of finally getting to know you.

He was a good listener, interested in your thoughts. With each message exchanged, your connection grew extremely fast.

This got you scared. You had barely talked to him and were already getting VERY INTERESTED.

On the fourth day, he invited you to the movies, but ended up going out to two bars and then dancing.

You shared even more stories, talked about your dreams, and even found yourselves discussing your insecurities in your love life.

Taehyung made you feel seen, heard, and valued – something you hadn’t felt in a long time. He was patient and understood your reservations.

On the cab, in the way back to your place, you rested your head on his shoulder, hand in hand, you truly felt so calm, it had been the nicest date ever.

Hell, you haven’t even had a proper date in years. So, no one can blame you when you finally let yourself be vulnerable for once.

Taehyung knew he’d like you, but never to this extent. He wasn’t scared when he realized he was falling in love with you. All he wanted was to see you every single day from now on. He took the initiative to plan a date next week, but you went out of town to visit your cousin.

So Monday it is. There was only one thing that you had to take care of. Before you let yourself move on to the next step in your love life.

Dealing with Yoongi was getting tiring, so it finally happened. The long overdue conversation occurred. Over texts, but it happened.

For once, you didn’t see the point in continuing. You and Yoongi have been through this road way too many times, and nothing has changed.

You decided to cut ties with Yoongi for good on that Monday. From now on, Taehyung could be the only one in your head.

As you were getting ready for your date with Taehyung, you couldn’t help but think about your conversation with Yoongi just a few hours ago. It was strange how life presented you with new opportunities right on the heels of letting go of the past. The decision to leave Yoongi was still fresh in your mind, but you hoped that this date with Taehyung would make you feel different, as bad as it could sound, but a distraction to that awful bit.

Taehyung took you to the movies, and from the moment the film began, your hands found each other’s, fingers intertwining. The dimly lit theater provided the perfect backdrop for this quiet display of affection. The movie itself was fun at times, but it was almost a blur of scenes and dialogue because your attention was elsewhere. You didn’t realize that Taehyung also spent that entire hour and a half not watching the movie, but watching you. He observed the way your eyes lit up at the funny parts, the sound of your laughter made his heart skip a beat. It was as if he had his own private screening of your reactions, and to him, it was the most captivating thing in the world.

The next stop on your adventure was an arcade, a place filled with flashing lights and the noise of all the games you can imagine. You couldn’t resist the air hockey table, and without hesitation, you both grabbed the paddles. As the puck glided across the smooth surface, it was evident that both of you were really good at it. Soon, a couple of small kids had gathered around, their eyes wide with fascination as they watched you play.

Taehyung, multitasking effortlessly, started chatting with them while maintaining his competitive spirit. A little girl, no older than seven, stood beside you, her eyes sparkling with innocence. She looked up at you with a hopeful smile and asked, “Are you going to beat your boyfriend?” Her question caught you off guard, and you burst into laughter at her adorable bluntness. Taehyung, engrossed in his conversation with the other kids, didn’t hear the question. All he could see was how your laughter sounded like the sweetest melody in the world.

Distracted by your laugh, Taehyung lost to you in the game. The little kids erupted in cheers, celebrating your victory as if you had just won a championship. They eagerly lined up to give you high-fives, momentarily forgetting that Taehyung even existed. That was until he, still keen on entertaining the kids, asked if they knew how to play. The result was an excited chorus of enthusiastic and loud ‘yes’s’.

It was an endearing sight as Taehyung listened attentively to the kids. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help but smile at how easily he connected with them.

“Okay, guys, what’s the next game we should play?” Taehyung asked, genuinely intrigued by their suggestions.

The kids seemed to have a dozen ideas at once, and it was all a jumble of arcade classics, from racing games to shooting hoops. One girl, with a mischievous glint in her eye, pointed at the dance machine in the corner.

“Can we try that dance game?” she asked, her excitement infectious.

Taehyung exchanged a playful glance with you, and you both agreed, despite the potential embarrassment that awaited you. The music blared from the machine, and you gave it your all, dancing like nobody was watching (except a group of kids, of course). Taehyung joined in nervously, even though his dancing skills were almost too good.

The kids burst into laughter at everyone’s dance moves, cheering you on with each step. It was one of those moments where embarrassment turned into pure joy, and you couldn’t have cared less about who was watching.

It was heartwarming to see him engage with them, making sure each child had a good time. After making sure the kids had enough tokens to keep playing, Taehyung gently took your hand, and together you wandered through the arcade. The place was a riot of flashing lights and game sounds, but it all faded into the background as you explored hand in hand.

Eventually, you came across the game involving knocking down rows of clown figures. You both paused, taking in the challenge. With the timer ticking down, Taehyung turned to you. His eyes sparkled with affection, and amidst the blinking lights and arcade tunes, he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

You paused for a moment, your heart racing as you looked into Taehyung’s eyes. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss him - far from it. In fact, you felt a strong pull towards him, a connection that seemed to grow with every passing second. Even more so, after the side of him you saw today.

But there was something holding you back, a nagging doubt that whispered in the back of your mind. You had just met Taehyung, and even though the chemistry between you two was sweet, you wanted to take things slow. You didn’t want to rush into anything, not after what you’d been through with Yoongi.

So, with a soft smile, you gently shook your head and replied, “Not yet.” It was a response that carried a promise, a promise that there would be time for kisses and more in the future, once you were both ready to take that step. Taehyung nodded understandingly, his smile mirroring your own, and you continued your adventure to a bar, still hand in hand.

As you settled into a cozy corner of the bar, the atmosphere shifted, becoming more intimate. The soft hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and mellow jazz music in the background created the perfect backdrop for a meaningful conversation.

You started by talking about your time at the arcade, laughing about how the kids had cheered for you when you won the game. Taehyung joined in, sharing his amusement at their excitement. It was a light and joyful conversation that made you feel even closer to him.

Taehyung was genuinely interested in getting to know you better. He asked about your family, and you shared stories about your parents and siblings. In turn, he spoke fondly about his own family, reminiscing about childhood memories and you noticed how much he loved them.

Work became the next topic of discussion. You both talked about your careers, your aspirations, and the challenges you faced in life. Taehyung’s dedication and passion for his job shone through, and you found yourself admiring his determination.

As the night wore on, the conversation deepened. You talked about life, dreams, and the things that truly mattered to you. It was a conversation that left you feeling a sense of connection you hadn’t experienced in a long time. You realized that this was different from anything you had with Yoongi, something that was still scary to you.

As the night progressed and the conversation with Taehyung deepened, you couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast between him and Yoongi. Taehyung’s genuine interest in getting to know you, his kindness, and his openness were like a breath of fresh air compared to the complexity and uncertainty of your history with Yoongi.

The realization that this connection with Taehyung was different, something new and potentially beautiful, both excited and scared you. It was scary because it meant stepping out of your comfort zone, venturing into unfamiliar territory, and leaving behind the emotional rollercoaster that had defined your relationship with Yoongi.

But that fear didn’t deter you. In fact, it fueled a sense of courage you hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe you were ready to embrace something real, something stable, and something built on honesty and trust. It was a daunting prospect, but for the first time in a while, it might be worth taking that leap into the unknown.

The night had stretched on longer than you had initially planned, but you didn’t mind one bit. In fact, you didn’t want it to end.

As Taehyung’s car pulled up to your place, reality seemed to rush back in. With the engine turned off and the night’s silence settling around you, you both remained seated in the car. It was one of those moments where time felt suspended, and neither of you seemed in a hurry to say goodbye.

You gazed into Taehyung’s eyes, his warm and sincere gaze locked onto yours. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. You knew what you wanted, and in this moment, you felt a surge of courage you hadn’t experienced before.

Taehyung’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as he said, “I had a really great time tonight.”

You smiled, your heart racing. “Me too,” you admitted, your voice equally hushed.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air.

Finally, you took a deep breath, your nervousness mingling with excitement. “Taehyung, can I ask you something?”

His eyes were curious. “Of course.”

Without overthinking it, you leaned in, closing the gap between you and Taehyung. In the dimly lit car, your lips finally met a gentle and electrifying connection that seemed to seal the promise of something new, something real.

As you pulled away, your foreheads touching, you whispered, “I’ve actually been wanting to do that all night.”

Taehyung chuckled, feeling a newfound hope. “Me too.”

Unable to resist kissing him way longer, you reached out again. The kiss started slow, a tantalizing exploration of each other’s lips. Your mouth was warm and inviting, and Taehyung couldn’t resist the urge to deepen the kiss.

Your lips moved together with a fiery passion, tongues dancing in a tango. There were no more words, just the intoxicating taste of each other. Your hands roamed, tracing all of his torso, igniting a fiery desire within both of you.

Taehyung bit your lower lip, sending shivers down your spine, and you responded with a soft moan. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss grew more fervent. It was a hunger that had been building all night, and now it was impossible to contain.

The kiss was wild, a passionate exchange, a language of desire and longing. You explored every inch of each other’s mouths, savoring the taste of your newfound connection.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were left breathless, lips swollen and hearts pounding. Taehyung’s eyes bore into yours, filled with an intensity that matched the fiery kiss you had just shared.

He whispered, his voice husky, “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you.”

You grinned, your own desire burning bright. “I’m glad we finally did.”

As you entered your home, the soft glow of your phone illuminated the room. You couldn’t help but smile as you saw a series of texts from Taehyung, sent with an urgency that mirrored the fiery passion of your kiss.

From that moment on, there wasn’t a single time of day when you weren’t texting each other. The connection between you two was electric, and it seemed like every message, every word, only deepened your bond. It didn’t take long for Taehyung to invite you again on a date, and he chose a taproom for the occasion.

Taehyung arrived the following Saturday at your doorstep around 7 p.m., his charming smile lighting up the evening. Dressed casually but looking effortlessly handsome, he greeted you warmly.

“Hey there,” he said, his voice a pleasant melody. “Ready for our night out?”

With a nod and an excited smile, you locked the door behind you and joined him. The short drive to the taproom was filled with easy conversation and soft laughs. When you arrived, you were greeted not just by the cozy atmosphere of the taproom but also by some of Taehyung’s friends who had already gathered there.

Taehyung couldn’t contain his excitement about introducing you to his friends. He made the rounds, enthusiastically presenting you to each one of them, his introductions filled with admiration. As the evening went on, his friends couldn’t help but tease you both when they knew you weren’t officially a couple.

However, that made them gush about Taehyung. They spoke of his kindness, his sense of humor, and his unwavering loyalty. They assured you that you’d found someone truly special, and it was clear they thought he’d done the same in finding you.

Throughout the night, amidst the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and belonging. Taehyung’s friends were welcoming, and their approval only added to the unique feeling of the evening.

As the night continued, the connection between you and Taehyung deepened. Your hands naturally gravitated towards each other, fingers interlacing as if they had always belonged together. There was a palpable comfort in being so close, and the world around you seemed to fade into the background.

In the midst of this enchanting evening, a message from Sam popped up on your phone. She was suggesting a plan for tomorrow - a baseball game. Without a moment’s hesitation, you enthusiastically said yes.

But what made your heart race, even more, was the eagerness to include Taehyung in your plans. You turned to him, a radiant smile on your face, and said, “Hey, my friends just invited me to a baseball game tomorrow. Do you want to join us? It’d be amazing if you’d come with me.”

His eyes lit up with delight at the invitation, and he nodded, “yeah, I’d love to be there with you.”

It felt like a natural step, merging your separate worlds and bringing Taehyung closer to your heart.

In your world, your friends were your anchors, your family, and the people who knew you best. If someone couldn’t fit into that crucial part of your life, it was often a telling sign that the relationship might not make it.

As you looked forward to the baseball game the next day, there was a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You believed in Taehyung and the genuine connection you shared, but there was always that sliver of doubt. Would he mesh well with your friends? Would they see what you saw in him?

But deep down, you had a feeling that this was a significant step. If Taehyung could seamlessly become a part of your world, it would be a powerful confirmation of your relationship.

Thoughts of tomorrow’s baseball game, and the potential changes it might bring, had temporarily vanished. All you craved at that moment were the hugs, kisses, and the warmth of holding Taehyung’s hand.

The atmosphere seemed to hum with your love surge, an electric charge that coursed through you, making every moment feel like a heart-pounding adventure. As you bid farewell to Taehyung’s friends, you couldn’t wait to be alone with him, to dance again at the same bar where your love story began.

Tonight, something was different. Your excitement was on an all-time high. The tension that had built up between you over the last dates, the unspoken desires and emotions, were now rising to the surface. The connection between you two was undeniable, and your touches were igniting sparks that seemed to intensify with each passing second.

In the dimly lit bar, the pulsating beat of the music coursed through your veins, syncing with your every move. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and as you moved to the rhythm, your dance became a sensual invitation. Your body swayed and undulated in harmony with the music, your hips swiveling provocatively to the seductive melodies.

Taehyung watched you with desire burning in his eyes, unable to resist the magnetic pull you had on him. Your dance was a mesmerizing display of confidence and allure. Your hands moved sensually across your own body, tracing the curves and contours that begged for his touch.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Taehyung stepped closer, his hands finding their way to your hips. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers traced the curve of your waist, pulling you closer to him as he succumbed to the same fiery rhythm.

Your bodies moved together, pressed intimately against each other. The heat between you grew with every tantalizing sway, and the world around you faded into obscurity. In that moment, there was only the two of you, lost in the lights of desire and passion, each movement drawing you closer to an inevitable collision of lips and bodies.

As the night at the bar wore on, the two of you shared more than just dances. After one particularly intense moment, you found yourself with your back pressed against Taehyung’s chest, the thumping bass of the music reverberating through both of you. His breath was warm against your ear, sending delightful shivers down your spine. In that space, with his arms wrapped around your waist, it felt as if the world had disappeared, leaving only the sensation of his closeness and the rhythmic beating of your hearts in unison.

Between dances, you took breaks to calm yourselves with a beer or whatever drink you saw first at the bar. Each moment spent apart only seemed to fuel the intensity of your attraction. With every sip of your drink, you couldn’t help but glance back at Taehyung, a magnetic pull drawing you together once more. The atmosphere was heady with desire, and your chemistry was through the roof. Each dance, each stolen moment, was a step closer to something neither of you could resist any longer.

After those couple of hours of dancing that left you slightly breathless, you decided to seek refuge in one of the dimly lit booths at the corner of the bar. It provided a temporary sanctuary from the dance floor, allowing you to catch your breath and collect your thoughts amidst the lust that was echoing in your ears. The low hum of laughter and conversation from people around you provided a calming backdrop as you settled in, your heart still racing from the intimate moment with Taehyung, who had managed to stir emotions you hadn’t felt in quite some time.

He slid into the seat opposite you, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers through your body. In the closeness that the booth offered, you could feel something deeper between you. It was as though the music, which had once enveloped you in its intoxicating embrace, was reduced to a mere murmur in the back.

With a playful grin, Taehyung finally broke the silence that had settled between you. “You know,” he began, his voice a low, seductive murmur, “I think we might just be causing a lot of jealous looks in here.”

You chuckled, the sound husky and filled with desire. “I noticed.”

His fingers traced patterns on the table, drawing invisible lines as he continued, “It’s not just about dancing, though. I’ve been imagining being with you like this since the first time I laid eyes on you, and it’s been killing me all night.”

You met his gaze, your heart pounding in your ears as you whispered, “Since the first time you saw me?” Not trusting yourself enough to say what you were really thinking, so you mirrored his words.

Taehyung’s hand reached across the table, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. “I can’t keep my composure anymore,” he admitted, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’ve been thinking about more than this all week.”

He paused, his gaze locked onto yours with a smoldering intensity. “You know,” he added with a sultry smile, “seeing you getting along so well with my best friends earlier, it just… made me so hard.”

The anticipation hung in the air like a charged current, a palpable magnetism drawing you closer together. It was a sensation you couldn’t ignore, a magnetic pull that seemed destined to ignite into something more profound.

You bit your lip, your pupils were blown, unable to contain the emotions surging within you. “Taehyung,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper, “if you keep this up, I think I might fall in love with you.”

His eyes sparkled with a mix of desire and affection as he leaned in closer. “Is that so?” he murmured, his lips tantalizingly close to yours. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

Moments later, Taehyung led you to his apartment.

“I’m glad that we can finally be together like this.” He said with a sincere smile, his hand moving lower to cup your ass. He couldn’t resist anymore; he had to have you right then and there.

He slid his hand under your skirt, feeling the smoothness of your skin against his fingertips. Traced the outline of your panties through the fabric of your bottom. Taehyung felt a wave of arousal wash over him as he painted himself a picture of what lay beneath. Slowly, he slid his hands up your legs until he reached the hem of your panties. With a gentle tug, he pulled them down, revealing your wetness to him.

The sudden exposure caused you to blush slightly, but it only fueled his desire further. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of what came next “*Aren’t you going to see how wet I got because you?”

He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, then gently placed his hand on your inner thigh. As he did so, he whispered in your ear. “Do you really want me to do this?”

“I want this, trust me.”

He slid his hand up higher, feeling the warmth and dampness of your cunt. He could hear your soft gasps and moans as he touched your pussy. He continued to stroke you gently, feeling your muscles tighten around his fingers.

He heard your moans and started to become even more aroused. He could feel his own hard on growing in his pants, and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before you both got carried away. He slowly pulled back from you and looked into your eyes, his face flushed red with desire. You could tell that he was just as affected as you were.

You nodded, your eyes locked with his as desire coursed through your veins. You breathed, “I want you to touch me. I need your hands in me.”

A low growl rumbled in Taehyung’s throat as he gave you a hungry look, his fingers inching closer to your dripping core. “Fuck,” he muttered, unable to contain his own need. “I’ve been dreaming about this for days. About burying myself deep inside you.”

The raw desire in his words sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing second. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, desperate for his touch.

His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, teasingly avoiding direct contact with where you needed him most. The anticipation was almost unbearable as you fought to maintain a hint of control.

“Please, Taehyung,” you whimpered, “don’t make me wait.”

A wolfish grin tugged at the corners of Taehyung’s lips as he finally gave in to both of your desires. His fingers dipped into your wet heat, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. “Did I make you this way? Did I make that pretty little pussy of yours ache for me?”

All coherent thought flew out the window as Taehyung pumped his fingers inside of you, hitting all the right spots that made pleasure surge through every nerve ending in your body. You could only manage to nod and let out a desperate moan in response.

He wrapped his other hand around your neck, pulling you closer to him. He could feel your pulse racing beneath his fingers, and he knew that you were enjoying this a lot.

He started to apply pressure to your neck, feeling your body respond to his touch. You let out a small gasp of air, and as he continued to choke you, he leaned in closer to your ear and whispered. “Do you like this, baby? Is this what you wanted?”

His thumb found its way to your clit, circling the swollen bud and sending jolts of electricity straight to where you needed it most. The pleasure was overwhelming, bordering on blissful torture, as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me, baby,” Taehyung whispered, his hot breath fanning across your ear. “I want to feel you cum around my fingers.”

His words were all it took to push you over the edge. The coil of pleasure that had been building inside of you snapped, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through your body. You clung to him as you rode out your orgasm, his touch the only anchor keeping you grounded in a sea of sensations.

As the last tremors of pleasure receded, Taehyung pulled his hand away and brought it up to his lips, sucking your taste off his fingers with a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

After a few hours spent in tangled in touches, the clock ticked its way to 4 a.m., signaling the impending end of the night’s bliss. Despite the energy that was bubbling up between you, the evening hadn’t ventured beyond the boundaries of those lewd touches, leaving something else lingering in the air. As the minutes kept passing, a sense of reality nudged its way back into the forefront of your mind.

“You’re even sweeter than I imagined,” Taehyung’s voice, thick with desire, caressed the dimly lit room, echoing the sentiments of the night.

With a hazed smile playing on your lips, you gently disentangled yourself from Taehyung’s embrace, the need for rest tugging at your consciousness. “I have to go home, Taehyung,” you murmured softly, your words tinged with regret at the thought of parting, “I should get some actual sleep if we want to spend the whole day together again.”

Your fingers traced soothing circles along his shoulders, a silent reassurance of your affection. “You are coming with me tomorrow, right?” you queried, hope flickering in your eyes as you awaited his response.

In the hazy glow of his room, Taehyung’s gaze met yours, a promise dancing in his eyes. “Absolutely,” he affirmed, his voice laced with determination, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

With a final exchange of tender kisses and lingering glances, you reluctantly bid farewell to Taehyung’s warm embrace, bracing yourself for your way home.

Despite the lingering effects of last night’s alcohol roaming your body, a surge of adrenaline pulsed through your veins as you rolled out of bed, battling against the persistent fog of a very hungover you. With each groggy step towards the bathroom, the anticipation of the day ahead infused your weary limbs with energy, overriding the dull ache in your head.

As you splashed cool water on your face, the mirror reflected a mix of exhaustion and excitement in your eyes. Today was the day you’d introduce Taehyung to your best friends, a prospect that filled you with nerves. The thought of seeing their reactions, of sharing this part of your life with them, ignited a spark within you.

After downing a much-needed glass of water and popping a couple of painkillers to combat the lingering headache, you set about getting ready for the day. Despite the persistent throb at your temples, you couldn’t help but hum a tune under your breath, the thrill of today’s plan chasing away the last traces of drowsiness.

With each minute, the excitement grew, the clock ticking in slow motion as you counted down the moments until Taehyung went to pick you up. Finally, the sound of the doorbell shattered the quiet of the morning, heralding the arrival of your lover boy.

With a quick glance in the mirror to ensure you looked somewhat presentable despite feeling like shit, you hurried to answer the door, a smile of genuine delight spreading across your face at the sight of Taehyung standing on your doorstep, two large cups of coffee in hand and a grin that mirrored your own excitement.

“There we have my pretty and hungover girl,” he greeted you warmly, his eyes alight with anticipation, “are we all set for the big day?”

With a nod and a grin, you took the cup he handed you, the aroma wafting up to greet your senses. “Definitely”.

As you and Taehyung arrived at the stadium, the vibrant atmosphere of the bustling crowd greeted you with a wave of excitement. Sam, Gemma, and Jin were already waiting for you near the entrance, their infectious laughter echoing in the air as they exchanged playful banter.

“Hey, look who finally decided to show up!” Sam exclaimed, her grin widening as she caught sight of you and Taehyung approaching. “And who’s this handsome stranger you’ve brought along?”

lmk if you're up for reading the second part of this mess 🤭 bonus. just a little jungkookie for fun

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THE KISS CAM

Pairing : Jeon Jeongguk x Y/N

Genre : Fluff, dating au

Word count : 1k

Summary : you appear on the KISS CAM but with the wrong person…

Weekends…

There was nothing special about weekends. For you weekends were boring. It consisted of you munching some potato chips, binge watching Kdramas, living up to your name of night owl. That was it. That was the end of it.

But that was until Jungkook came along, your boyfriend of 6 months. Weekends never felt so amazing…

Loving him was so easy…

It felt so natural…

He was shy. He was tired and messy hairs. He was oversized clothes and ripped jeans. He was whispers at 4 am. He was the smell before it rains. He was the love of her life. A love she never expected would be hers. A love so pure, that it feels to good to be true.

Author’s POV

Ding Dong

“Coming…” you yell loud enough for the entire neighbour hood to hear you before making your way to the door to open it.

There he was standing looking handsome, dashing, cool, amazing as ever… Words were never enough to describe him.

“Ready to go?” He enquired before complimenting how beautiful you looked. He always does that. He’ll call you beautiful even if you were ugly-crying some moments ago. He’ll call you beautiful even if you just woke up and ur face is all swollen up. You were always beautiful in his eyes.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You chimed in making sure to lock the door before you left.

Jungkook had been so into baseball recently, that he convinced you into going to one of the matches that was being held today.

Time skip

“There, that’s our seat.” He said pointing in the direction of two empty seats, both of you making your way into the direction.

The whole stadium was packed with tons of people. More than half of the population wearing their representative team’s uniform. It was spectacular.

“Y/N, is that you?” You heard a familiar voice beside you, hitting your eardrums, which made you turn your head in the direction.

“Yijoon?”

Hwang Yijoon, or more like your crush during high school. Although you did have feelings for him, but that was a thing in the past. As they always say, first love is never successful.

You grew up, your feeling changed. Both of you lost contact owing to the new chapter of adulting in your respective lives. You both got busy in the marathon of growing up.

You’ve told Jungkook about Yijoon once when he inquired who was the guy in your graduation photo, with hearts drawn all over him. Yes, it was you who drew the hearts, your only means of expressing your love for him.

“Omg, Yijoon-ah, how long has it been?” You were beyond ecstatic to meet him.

“I almost forgot about your existence.”

“Well, that was harsh.” He said placing his hand on his heart.

“You grew up so much Y/N, I almost couldn’t recognise you without your braces and bangs.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You laughed swaying your hair.

Both of you got so busy in catching up that you never realised the game had started and that you had a human being accompany you today.

Jungkook’s POV

“Sigh…” this is the umpteenth time I have been sighing.

I’ve been trying so hard to concentrate on the game but all I can concentrate is on them. I know I shouldn’t be jealous, but it is her CRUSH being referred here. HER F**KING CRUSH.

I so badly want to go and sit between them and tell that guy, “hey dude, we are on a date, and if you don’t mind I’ll have my girlfriend to myself.”

Author’ POV

“Umm…Y/N? Who’s that guy? He has been eyeing us for a while now.” Yijoon inquired.

It was at this moment, she knew she f**ked up.

You quickly turned your attention towards Jungkook giving him an apologetic look.

“Yijoon, meet Jungkook, Jungkook, meet Yijoon.” You quickly introduced both of them.

“Hi, I am Jungkook, Y/N’s boyfriend. I’ve heard a lot about you from Y/N.” Jungkook gave a strong handshake to Yijoon, asserting himself, jealousy clearly visible on his face.

“Hopefully good things.” Yijoon replied.

Before you knew it, it was break time, or should I say KISS CAM TIME.

Numerous couples appeared on the screen, many of them eventually giving in and kissing, all the while, kiss me more by Doja cat played in the background.

“Aww, they are soo adorable.” You squealed clapping your hands, looking at couples on the screen have the time of their lives.

But that was until you appeared on the screen…

With Yijoon…

Oh shit…

You crossed your hands indicating you and Yijoon are not together. Yijoon even tried pointing at Jungkook. But no matter what, the camera wouldn’t budge.

Now even the crowd started chanting, “ kiss kiss kiss….”

That was the end of it. That was the final straw for Jungkook. He pulled you in for a kiss. It was sweet and soft. Our lips were madly in love and married. It didn’t involve tongue. All that was involved was love and longing. Longing for each other.

You could hear the crowd cheering and clapping in the background. But that was all white noise. All that mattered in this moment was you and him. It was your moment.

You pulled away after some time, running short of breath. Your eyes met his.

“Your face is soo…..red. Are you fine?” Jungkook quickly made sure to check your temperature by placing his hand on your forehead.

“I’m fine.” To which he nodded. You could feel your face pulsating, adrenaline still in your veins making a run for it. Conclusion- you were blushing.

“Y/N, you should know you have good taste in men.” Yijoon whispered beside you.

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the king (2)

summary: jungkook has to face his father's fury, but he may not have understood things as they actually were

pairing: jungkook x f!reader royal!au

words: 4k

warnings: none, except maybe serious family issues and a very exalted queen

note: hi guys! thank u all for the support on the first part! i'm not sure if i'll have dates for updates since i'm still writing this fic and inspiration just comes in waves some times¿? but i will try to be consistent! so i hope you guys enjoy this part and i hope to read you! feedback is always appreciated! see u next time <3

part 1

Jeon Jungkook had never thrown a tantrum since he was eight years old. His teaching was so strict being the heir to the throne that he had had to learn to tolerate many things and put up with others from an early age. Understanding the weight of what it entailed to be born with the title of “Crown Prince” had been one of the things that had taken him the least amount of time to grasp, but which he always questioned in the solitude of his room.

Jungkook had surprised his parents, understanding from a very young age the implications of his position and the responsibilities he was to assume in the future. That knowledge made him grow up lacking in many things, but with advantages in many others. By owning that awareness, Jungkook understood the weight on his parents' shoulders and knew that they must've had a difficult enough life for him to bother them with his childish mundanities. So that's how he grew up, for many years, trying to make life easy for his parents.

Usually, his mother used to use him as an example to his younger sisters on how to behave according to the title they held. His sisters never envied him, they really loved him, but Jungkook knew how much they hated not being able to live their childhood like all the other kids in town. And he hated that too, that they couldn't experience it, but he was relieved just to know that the big burden was on him and not on them. Expectations were always placed on him, the Crown Prince, the next King, and not on the princesses who only wanted to enjoy their life and childhood in the big castle. Still, Jungkook sometimes didn't understand why his mother demanded so much from his sisters when they hadn't grown up with the knowledge he was given. He hated the nights when Suni, the youngest of them all, would sneak into his room at night or search for him in the great Palace garden because eomma had forbidden her to keep stuffed animals in her room or because she got mad at her when she asked for more food at dinner.

Jungkook, for a long time, tried to make his parents' life a little easier.

But it infuriated him to think that they made his sisters' lives difficult in return.

So, for a change, Jungkook started throwing tantrums.

The first time he remembered it as lucidly as if it had been yesterday.

It was a sunny day in the square when he had gone out with his parents and two of his sisters. Their parents had dawned in a strangely good mood, so much so that they had decided to have a little family walk in the central point of town. Jungkook went with one of his sisters, Hari, making funny faces at his younger sister, Suni, behind his parents' backs, causing the little girl to laugh loudly. They were having such a peaceful and happy time that Jungkook couldn't believe it.

That is, until Suni saw one of the wooden toys they were selling in the square and began to pull her mother's hand. Hari and Jungkook stood silently, frozen, walking quietly behind their parents as they watched their little sister stir and pull harder and harder on the Queen's hand. They could barely go unnoticed… when Suni began to cry.

Jungkook bit his tongue, and had the urge to move forward to grab his sister and take her back to the Palace, but Hari's hand wrapped around his arm kept him sane. Jungkook hadn't been through a situation like that, precisely why his parents didn't often go out with their children, so he had no idea how his parents would react.

The Queen continued walking, almost dragging her little daughter who wouldn't let go of her hand. People passing by her were barely able to give them a glance, hurrying their pace when the Queen's eyes fell on them. The square had fallen into a dull silence that was perturbed only by Suni's sobs.

Hari squeezed Jungkook's arm tighter as the Queen turned her face away to look at Suni, and they both watched their mother's tense face, no longer welcoming and peaceful as they had seen her in the morning. She was now only the Queen and Suni, her own daughter, was trying her patience.

The King walked silently by her side, not even bothering to try to calm his daughter or show his wife patience. He lived in his own world.

Jungkook felt a hand clutch around his throat as the Queen began to tug on her little sister's arm, to get her to walk back to her side without crawling.

He didn't think twice as he began to speak, and Hari's hand tightened around his arm.

“Eommoni,” Jungkook elongated his voice, a hint of weariness and exhaustion ringing in the Queen's ears. The woman barely glanced over her shoulder at him, and Jungkook took it upon himself to keep his face irritated like his sister Hari did when she had to eat paprika. “Suni is making too much noise and my head hurts.”

His little sister turned to look at him, her eyes red and cheeks drenched in tears. Her little eyes rolled down his face and she had one of her hands almost inside her mouth, as many babies did when crying. Jungkook could never shake that habit that his mother hated, no matter how much he told her it was normal.

“Can't we go home already?” Jungkook continued, shuffling his feet. Hari was as want as a stone beside him.

“Jungkook,” the King's voice was heard, a silent warning.

A shiver ran through the two brothers walking arm in arm, but Jungkook didn't budge.

“It's getting too sunny, besides, and I'm dying of thirst. Let's go now.”

The King stopped and the whole family along with him. Suni was now sobbing quietly, she seemed to be calming down at the sound of her brother's voice, but tears still streamed down her face.

“Enough,” the King bellowed, turning around to stare at Jungkook. “You are demonstrating unacceptable behavior for the Crown Prince,” he spat, then turned his face to look at the Queen and Suni, “Let's go now.”

Suni let go of her mother's hand and stood in front of her father raising her arms towards him with a grimace that made one think she was nothing short of destroying the mountains with a scream. The King sighed, but took her in his arms. Snuggling into her father's neck, Suni finally closed her eyes.

“I hope you are satisfied, Jungkook,” his father spoke again. “You'll see what awaits you at home.”

The King's punishment had been harsh, as usual, but Jungkook was glad he had used his influence over his parents because, the next day, Suni was in the family dining room with the wooden toy in her hands.

Thus, Jungkook began a streak of manipulation against his parents to ease his sisters' lives. Since they were always more concerned about the Crown Prince's behavior, it was easier to divert his sisters' attention to him.

And to this day, Jungkook hadn't stopped doing so. Every day with more reasons, with different arguments, even if it cost him his life. He wouldn't stop. For them… and for him.

He raised his head as the doors to the great hall opened and a familiar face peered between them. The King's Counselor was striding toward him, hands loosely at his sides, dark blue uniform neatly arranged and a calm expression on his face. Jungkook knew him better than he let on, though, and knew those eyes incited nothing but reproach.

“You're in deep trouble,” was what Kim Seokjin said as soon as he reached his side, his gaze hard but his eyes soft, concerned.

“I know.”

“The way you confronted the Queen…”

“I know.”

“She's never going to let you leave this palace.”

Jungkook twisted his lips and focused his gaze on anything else within the room. Since he had arrived at the Palace, walking shoulder to shoulder with his mother, with the Queen, the two of them split their path and Jungkook had wandered off to a quiet place in the Palace thinking that the argument would end there; that his mother would ignore him for days and make his life miserable while his father watched. But the King arrived within minutes and sent for them both to the meeting room.

Jungkook had been waiting there for about ten minutes, thinking about what they could talk about, what kind of punishment the King wanted to give him, what kinds of poisonous words his mother was going to spit out, when the counselor arrived.

“If I hadn't gone, she would've- she would've given the order and…”

He pressed his lips together in a line. The paltry thought that hovered in his head at the possibility chilled the blood throughout his body. The shiver that ran through him made him grateful he'd had the chance, but reminded him that from now on he had to tiptoe around his mother.

“Your mother wanted a show. She didn't want to kill her, she wanted to humiliate her. Destroy her honor, like she thought she had done to her, to the Jeon family name.”

“That's stupid,” Jungkook spat, anger rebirthing like flames inside his chest. “No one would've ever found out if it weren't for what she did. Now everyone will be talking about it. For weeks.”

“That's true. It was not a calculated move, the Queen acted through her anger. And the consequences will be severe.”

“And you'll hear her already, blaming me for everything. As always.”

Seokjin gave him a sympathetic look, his body leaning against the table in the center of the room. He had known Jungkook since the Prince had turned 15 and since then it had been very hard for him to keep his distance when Jungkook started seeing him and coming to him like a brother. Seokjin knew how hard life had been for the Prince, even if he didn't notice it, even if he had normalized living that way, even if he had become accustomed to the mistreatment. Seokjin saw through those eyes the longing of his inner child, the desire to be free to do whatever he wanted, whatever he couldn't do before.

The counselor had been a pimp, if he had to admit it. He couldn't give him or let him do many things without his parents, the King and Queen, finding out, and both of them being punished for it. Still, he tried to support him in every way he could, like excusing him when he wanted to leave the palace alone for a walk, or accompanying him to have his first beer at Fresh Air; it was almost a tradition in town for older brothers to take their younger siblings to try their first alcoholic drink at that bar, to share those moments together.

Just as he had been in so many stages of his life, he knew Jungkook had been taking too many chances the past few months. Years, even. Seokjin would allow himself to cut him a little slack whenever he could, help him with excuses to breathe easy, but he constantly wondered how long he could be walking quietly on a tightrope. How long it would be before the Queen's sharp actions would cut off that tiny thread of hope that Jungkook had been moving on for some time.

“Have you heard about Hari and Suni?” the voice of Jungkook boomed in the silence, a few seconds after he had uttered the last words. Seokjin raised his head to look at him.

“They were on their way, very close. They should arrive today in the afternoon or during the night.”

The Prince nodded, faint lines crossing his forehead.

“Good thing they weren't around to witness all this.”

“I don't think they can escape the days ahead,” Seokjin mused and Jungkook bowed his head in a nod, a grimace akin to helplessness crossing his expression. “And more so when the King sent for you two. He must be furious.”

“The calm he showed in the square was only the sheet of ice containing his anger. I doubt we'll make it out of this room alive,” Jungkook felt a shudder run through his body as he remembered the look his father gave the Queen when he ordered him back to the Palace with her. His mother was scary, yes, people were right to fear her, the anger was always evident and furrowed her expression without self-consciousness to the world. But his father was not, the King was better known for having an icy rage, for having a frightening calmness when anger coursed through his veins. His mother might be dangerous, but the King was lethal.

“Jimin and Yoongi tried to come as soon as they heard, but the royal guard barred their way. They were practically locked in the guest room,” Seokjin remarked as he remembered the looks of both men on the other side of the room. The door was open when Seokjin was crossing the hall and two royal guards were guarding it, as if they were some mercenaries who did not deserve any good treatment. He knew it had been the Queen's order.

Jungkook's beady eyes fell into disbelief when he heard the counselor's words. It must have been his mother's command, he thought rightly as he held back the urge to smash his palm against the walnut wood table.

Away from the fog of anger that had consumed his mind the past few hours, Jungkook took a moment to breathe. He hated what his mother had done, but he knew his friends were fine. But she…

“Did you hear anything on the way here?” Jungkook inquired, and Seokjin promptly knew what he meant.

“Nothing, everything was scattered when I arrived.”

A whiplash of fear and panic surged through Jungkook's chest. Not many times had he felt that kind of terror, the kind he thought he could only feel in his nightmares. And Seokjin knew the Prince must be dying of uncertainty inside, because he didn't bother in the least to disguise the emotions that traveled across his face.

“She should be fine,” the counselor assured him, though his words were an empty promise. “The King may turn out to be more merciful than you think.”

Seokjin didn't know if the King's mercy went that far, but he wanted to convince himself with his own words, for he wouldn't know how broken the already fractured family bond in that Palace would be if the opposite were true.

He didn't have much time to continue rambling when the sound of quickened footsteps began to echo from the hallway. Seokjin broke away from the table and approached the white wall, carved with lines on its columns, arches over the smooth walls, and undulating figures at the births of them.

The large oval doors of dark wood opened wide and the King entered without hesitation, the Queen walking behind him. At that moment, Jungkook didn't want to see them as father and mother. From the looks they were both giving him, the Prince almost felt that he would be the next to have a trial.

When the Queen was standing right in front of Jungkook across the table, the doors closed with a barely audible sound, and the room was taken over by thunderous silence.

“May I ask, what was on your mind?”

Jungkook didn't turn his gaze to the King. It was disrespectful not to look at him when he spoke, he knew it, every villager knew it, more so him being his son. But maybe he wasn't as prepared for that meeting as he thought he was. He didn't want to take the blame for something that wasn't a crime. Because he hadn't hurt anyone. Because…

“Are you talking to me?” the Queen's voice interrupted his train of thought, and he allowed himself at that moment to raise his head.

The King was watching his wife, who had a surprised grimace on her face in contrast to her father's impassive and cold look, the typical and familiar one.

“What were you thinking going out to do all this, Hyori?”

Seokjin didn't hide the astonishment that took over his face when he heard the King call the Queen by her proper name. It shouldn't be something to be missed, but he and Jungkook were used to formalities between the two supreme figures in front of them. That his father decided to set aside his formality to speak to the Queen in such a manner spoke too much of the anger he held in his heart.

“Why are you directing your anger against me? I wasn't the one who caused all this.”

Jungkook watched the Queen's frown, her face contracted in skepticism. She had adopted a defensive posture, truly offended at being the target of the King's anger.

“You were the one who caused all this,” the King nodded with anger rising in the glint in his eyes. “If you hadn't gone out and made all that fuss, we wouldn't be going through all this right now.”

“But what are you talking about?” the Queen exclaimed, and when she raised her voice Jungkook shrank back in his seat. He shot a glance at Seokjin, but it seemed that the counselor was just as confused as he was. “What don't you see that the reason for the fuss is sitting on the other side of the table?”

Jungkook didn't have to turn his head to know that his mother was pointing at him with a furious glare. But the King didn't even spare the Prince a glance when he responded:

“Stop pointing at your son like that,” he mumbled through his teeth, venom surrounding every word.

A sound of disbelief left the Queen, with a stupefied chuckle following her as she approached the King at a slow pace.

“Do you have any idea what your son did? What that woman wanted to do to our family?”

Jungkook gritted his teeth, his hands gathering on the wood of the table.

“And do you have any idea what that theatrics just cost our reputation? I had to meet with the high consorts immediately. They're not very happy with what you did.”

The Queen snorted not believing for a second that she was the one getting all the scolding and yelling and not Jungkook. Seokjin, secretly, wasn't too upset about it.

“Are you defending him?”

It was the King's turn to break through the icy mask, irritability seeping through his gut.

“What Jungkook did was minimal compared to what your show cost us. The high consorts are reconsidering their offers. They don't think it's very good for their public image to do business with a Queen who still does public executions.”

“They are not forbidden in our nation.”

“No,” the King nodded, “But they will be.”

Jungkook didn't disguise the gasp of surprise that left his mouth. Was he really hearing those words from his father…? The Queen spluttered, and the Prince turned to see her face contracted in astonishment… in betrayal.

“What your son and that woman did is unacceptable.”

“What Jungkook did or didn't do is what matters least,” the King mumbled, his glacial eyes roaming over his wife's face that would not leave her stupefaction.

“What are you saying? He was courting-!”

“I don't care,” the King repeated, his words stronger, more concise. “As long as it doesn't affect the Crown, what Jungkook does outside this palace doesn't matter to me.”

Thunderous silence followed his words. Seokjin watched everyone present with utmost caution from his position. He might be a simple counselor, but he knew some self-defense tactics. Meanwhile, Jungkook was totally speechless. His gaze wandered over his father and then shifted to his mother's stunned look, an expression that hadn't left her since the King began speaking.

“You can't do that. You can't just not care…” the Queen was shaking her head in refusal, refusing to accept the words she heard from her husband's mouth. “You can't turn a blind eye to-”

“I already did,” the King spoke again and Jungkook did not miss the way his eyes averted for less than a second. The way he looked at him, the sad gleam in his eyes. Or well, sad was what he seemed to have seen, because the King's expression changed so quickly that Jungkook might have thought he had imagined it, if not for what he said next, “I already had.”

“What are you talking about?”

The Prince felt a hand squeeze his heart, trying to stifle it, to keep him conscious long enough to survive, but using just enough strength to feel death close. His lips parted as he watched the father who wouldn't look back at him, who was staring harshly at his mother as the only true culprit in this whole mess. No, the problem wasn't that Jungkook was trusting, not that he stopped paying attention, not that he had let his guard down…

“You knew,” Jungkook spoke for the first time. His voice came out slightly hoarse, his beady, disbelieving eyes glinting in the natural sunlight as his father gave him a neutral, dry, emotionless look.

“What?” the Queen's head turned sharply toward her husband, her eyes exaggeratedly wide.

Without looking away from his son, the King spoke, “Did you really think there was anything you could do in the Palace that I wouldn't know about?”

Almost out of sad inertia, with a whiplash of pain in his chest, Jungkook shook his head at the counselor. Seokjin half-opened his lips in surprise, but shook his head in a negative as he felt the deer eyes on him.

“Counselor Kim has nothing to do here,” the King spoke, his gaze still on the Prince.

“Your Majesty-” Seokjin tried to speak, but the King raised a hand in his direction.

“Not now,” his stern gaze was still on Jungkook, but he promptly turned back to stare at the Queen who seemed not to credit what she saw.

“You knew and… you allowed it?” the Queen's voice was barely a whisper, surprise taking all her breath away.

“I told you, she was never a threat to the Crown.”

“She wasn't a threat, she was a gold digger! She wanted all the riches Jungkook could give her!”

The Prince gnashed his teeth. His bite was so hard that it strained his jaw and a slight pain ran through his gums. He wanted his mother to stop talking that way, expressing herself that way, he wanted to say something to her, anything…

“That's what you made it sound like, making all this fuss. Now there's really no way of knowing,” the King replied impassively, though several muscles in his face were already beginning to retract.

“She was going to steal from us,” the Queen exclaimed in utter conviction.

“She was going to do no such thing,” Jungkook blurted out, his hand clenched on the table and the Queen's eyes exorbitant as she turned to see him as he answered her thus. It was an impulse, but he had done it, and though his instinct was to shrink from her gaze, he faced her and continued speaking. “She never tried to take advantage of me. She is a kind, loving, honest and a humble soul. All she wanted for me was happiness.”

The Queen snorted, interrupting him, and his assurance flanked. Jungkook didn't feel he was over, but the King took the floor again:

“You're going to have to apologize to his mother.”

“What?”

“I'm not going to bear such an embarrassment to someone who has provided us with her services.”

“I'm not going to do-”

“You will. And the next time you intend to bring a trial against someone, Counselor Kim will be only too pleased to give you a few lessons in law.”

And with that, the King left the room.

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