𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 | JOHN DORY
request. @Striped_Scheme on wattpad
Requesting a JD x Reader where they've been dating since BroZone days but he kinda just left her with no goodbye and tries to reconcile and convince them to come help and save Floyd lol ("Technically we never really broke up"☝🤓)
word count. 2.2k
warnings. the word fuck lol.
timeline. pre-trolls trilogy, pre-trolls band together.
song. baby it's cold outside with some slight alterations (tell me he wouldnt. i DAREEE you.)
a/n. honestly. idea was good, but my writing was not it so apologies but love u... thanks for reading lolz... probably rushed... (i do that alot in my writing how to not rush help me) no doubt ooc characters, characters will always be ooc.
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"He's gone? What do you mean gone?"
Floyd could sense your distress. Panicked voice squeaking and your eyes darting all over the small backstage area for your boyfriend, on how exactly he could've left without you catching him.
You were in front of the stage, courtesy of being the partner of a band member, which was amazing but also granted limited viewing if they went too far back. From what you did see, the expressions were a solemn mixture of embarrassment, anger, disappointment.
You barely paid attention to the fans, who were also attempting to go in the same direction as you. Getting caught up in them took a whole lot of convincing the security.
But still, you were just at the door, and you heard him through it. Where had he gone? Was he okay? He fell from a very tall place in front of a crowd of fans, which was probably more damaging to him compared to actually getting injured—but not for you.
You watched him stumble backstage, stumble.
Baby Branch hid behind Floyd, wrapping the little leaf-sewn vest around his body, looking from his older brother to you, worried.
Where's the rest of the band?
"He just left. Everyone did. The band's..." Floyd paused, sighing, "BroZone's over."
You stood confused, your brows furrowing at his words. Over? How could they be over? This was just the start of their world tour. The band couldn't just break up over one failure.
"Over?"
They weren't that fragile, were they?
You loved all the brothers; they were like your own family, but your worries were set on only one of them for the time being.
"Did J at least say where he was going?"
Floyd nodded his head but remained unsure of what your thoughts would be on his answer. He glanced down at baby Branch, who was huddled around his leg.
"He was upset, really upset," he explained. "Said he was going to go hiking to the Neverglades... alone."
The change in your face told him everything, and he was quick to extend his hands in front of him. "But John Dory always says crazy things like that, and he never goes through with them. I'm sure he probably just went up to The Point."
That did seem like a logical explanation, and it was. Floyd may not have been the oldest, but he always had reason and logic behind his smart words.
"You're right." You were still stressed, no doubt, but that calmed your fears down. "Are you guys gonna be okay?"
Floyd spared another guilty glance at Branch and nodded, offering a soft smile and urging you to go look for your lover.
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The troll tree was huge, and even with its large size, it was hard to find any area that wasn't already occupied. Trolls made sure to take advantage of all their space; it was their home, and they made the most of it.
But even with every taken, there was one place that was free from everyone else.
A special spot reserved for you and your lover.
The Point.
Little knew about the spot, and those who did ensured it remained private.
Hidden in the leaves was a branch sticking out high enough to conceal the ugly Bergen town that surrounded them and gave them access to the beautiful night sky.
You and John Dory liked to go there a lot. Whether it be dates or to blow off steam (not like that for the weirdos), if he'd go anywhere after an accident like today, he'd go there.
He was very athletic and made a show of it whenever you'd go together, carrying you up. Bridal style or pulling you up with his strong locks—the point was, you had trouble going up on your own.
It took a while—a hard struggle—but it'd be worth it to see your boy up there and cheer him up.
They couldn't just break up; they just needed their leader to see that.
"John Dory?"
You called upon reaching the top, pushing the heavy leaves out of your way, careful not to slip off the branch.
"Baby, are you here?" Your voice was soft; you didn't want to alarm him. He could be really sensitive sometimes.
That thought brought a faint smile to your face. A smile fell upon the realization that he wasn't up here. If not up here, where could he have gone?
Home?
Knowing JD, you doubted it. If this was as serious as Floyd had put it, as serious as he looked, he wouldn't have just gone home.
And so your search ensued.
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You spent days looking for him. Not a spot in the tree was untouched or unsearched by you. Somehow, the troll had just disappeared. No signs. No letters. No goodbyes.
He left you alone to suffer. Wondering where he'd gone, if he was okay, and if you guys were okay.
It was a coincidence, truly.
How on the day you reminisce when he left you without even a word explaining his sudden disappearance all those years ago was the same day you'd find John Dory on your doorstep.
"Come on, baby, could you let me in?"
"Baby?" you scoffed, remaining with your back slammed against the door in exasperation. "You lost the right to call me that a very long time ago."
One moment you were having a nice day, reading a nice book by your fireplace, enjoying the pitter-patter of rain outside, and the thunder struck, shaking you in the best way possible.
And the next...
"It's cooold..."
He whined, banging on the door desperately.
You couldn't bear to look at him; the second you already spent doing so when you opened the door was enough. He had a face that you'd never forget.
How'd he even find you?
"Go. Away." you growled.
"But it's cold outside."
You clenched your jaw, glaring at the door handle as he shook it. JD used little effort to push at the door; by the weight of it, he could tell you were against it. Not that it mattered.
He was strong; he could easily open it if he wanted to.
"You simply must go."
"Baby, it's cold outside."
If John Dory thinks a little singing is enough to serenade you, he is more of an idiot than you are already aware he is. You weren't a teenager helplessly in love with a silly musician from next door, you were grown.
Mature.
His tricks weren't going to work on you.
"The answer is no."
"But baby, it's cold outside."
He put more pressure, pushing, and you cursed for the lack of a lock on your door.
Trolls don't do locks! They don't have anything to worry about!
Except ex-boyfriend's trying to come in and ruin your life all over again.
"The welcome has been-."
"You should feel so lucky I dropped in."
You rolled your eyes, sarcasm dripping with your words, "So nice and warm."
He pushed the door, slipping a leg in to stop it from shutting completely, peeking a crack. You groaned and peered through it at him.
Sharp glares were directed at him, and gosh, if only looks could kill, he would've dropped dead right now.
He looked stupid.
Stupid puppy eyes with his stupid goggles and a stupid pout on his stupid face. He was soaked from head to toe, the rain falling on him more and more every second he stood outside.
My, did he look pathetic?
BANG!
He shrieked, desperation on his face and voice, jumping at the loud crash of thunder, lighting up the dark sky.
He turned back to you, singing rapidly.
"Look out the window at that storm!"
"Ugh, okay! Come in!"
His face lit up, the door swinging open, and he rushed in, soaking your carpet with rain as you shut the door behind him, slamming it hard enough that the whole house shook with force.
He glanced at you in surprise, getting a glare in return.
JD opened his mouth to speak, obviously nothing nice with the smug look on his face, and you were quick to shut him down.
"Don't."
He clamped his mouth shut, smirking and holding his hands up in defense. "I wasn't gonna say anything."
"Stay."
You urged with a pointed finger, walking off to your bathroom in search of a towel.
"Yes, your majesty."
You hated him with every fiber of your being, but you weren't cruel. He might've been, but you weren't. Any troll would do the same as you; offer him some refuge from the storm outside.
Returning with a towel, you didn't bother passing it to him, tossing it and smacking him right in the face.
Maybe you were a little cruel.
He reacted with a huff, taking it and wrapping it around himself, not bothering to dry himself like ordered, but more like a shelter from the cold.
"Is that how you treat your boyfriend after all these years?"
John Dory tutted, shaking his head in disappointment as he took a single step in your direction.
"Boyfriend?" you scoffed.
"I mean, technically, we never broke up."
Oh, you wanted to punch his little ugly face so bad.
"You disappearing without saying anything was us "technically" breaking up." You did air quotations with another roll of your eyes, speaking before he did, exasperated.
"Why are you even here, John Dory?"
He stayed silent for a few moments, pondering what exactly to say. What could he say? He knew it was stupid of him to even come in the first place. He knew you'd be angry, upset, but not like this.
You didn't look the slightest bit happy to see him.
His smugness dropped along with his shoulders, and he took a breath.
"I need your help."
He looked dead serious. So serious.
You shook your head, your lips curling up in disbelief. "You need my help. Right." your arms crossed, "You leave, disappear off to who knows where, say nothing, suddenly come back after 20 years, and you decide you want my help?"
A short and dry laugh left you.
John Dory really was unbelievable.
"I knew you wouldn't want to see me..."
"I don't want to see you." You cut him off with a grimace, ready to say more-
He had that same desperate look.
Honestly, it brought you back. It brought you back to all those years ago, when both of you were young.
John Dory was always a terrible boyfriend, cocky and arrogant, bossy, too busy with BroZone to give you the time you needed. It hurt you. You loved him so much, and he didn't seem to always reciprocate those feelings. And each time you guys would argue and break up, he would be the first to return with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
"Leave me alone, John. You can't just come back and expect me to accept you. That's not how life works! If you wanna be in a relationship, you have to commit-..."
"Can you please just listen?"
He stared at you with a small pout, furrowed brows, eyes pleading into yours for you to give him a second chance. His stupid, loving eyes knew exactly how you worked. How exactly to work you.
The only difference right now was that he came empty-handed.
Nevertheless, it effectively shut you up.
"I fucked up all those years ago, I know. I fucked up leaving you. That's the biggest mistake I've ever made. I should've said goodbye, apologized, invited you to come with me- I should've done something!" He ranted, "But I didn't. And I just left..."
John Dory expected you to say something. One of your snarky remarks and cut him off, tell him he's wrong or right, and degrade him on what a terrible person he is because he is well aware of it.
But he's trying.
"Baby, you of all trolls know how terrible I am at apologies," he sighed.
And you didn't bother to correct him on your name; looking at him up and down, eyes still narrowed. You were still angry, you'd probably be angry for a very long time, but for the moment... you'd put it aside.
"What do you need help with?"
His face lit up, beaming at you at your acceptance, not denying him completely, not shunning the troll out, and kicking him back into the rain. You were hearing him out.
You noticed the look and huffed, "Just because I'm asking does not mean I'm going to say yes."
"Floyd's been kidnapped."
Your expression softened, and your mouth fell open in a quiet gasp.
"Kidnapped?"
"I got a letter from him saying he got kidnapped by popstars Velvet and Veneer." He went on and explained the story about how he went to see him and help him escape, only to fail: "-The only way to free him is by singing the perfect family harmony."
You loved Floyd to this day. It'd been years since you'd last talked to him, heard of him at all, but the same amount of affection you felt for the troll remained.
"I need to get the band back together. And... I really can't do it on my own. I'm not sure if they want to see me any more than you did-."
You cut him off a lot.
"I'll help," he grinned. "But not for you. For Floyd. Don't think I've forgiven you yet."
"Yet?"
"Shut up."
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Omg-- dude the undertale one gave me an idea.
If you could visit their worlds... whos to say that the guys in their world couldnt visit teyvat?
I mean-- they obvi cant normally but im thinking for the more "glitchy" games like Monika from DDLC affecting the code to visit you.
Or the more op characters or characters who have both the knowledge and ability to jump worlds like Sans-- mans both op af and smart af and has experience world hopping. Once he hears from froggy that you visited? Ohhhhhh bOY--
No but imagine-
İf Monika visited tevat İT WOULD BE SO CAOTİC??
ESPECİALLY İN YANDERE AU
Masterlist
Monica would know about all of the other games and casually go and tell everyone she met "im their girlfriend btw"
One day, you are in your teapot, doing paperwork and find a rather suspicious report about you.
One of your favorite items in your abode got stolen, just as the acolytes 'stoped' the said person they realise that they couldn't harm them.
They tought it was a monster that only you can handle so they asked you on guidance on how to beat it. Then they write the desctiption of the monster.
Wait a minute.
İs that Monika?!
Turns out she saw the food laying there and was like "oh their favorte food! Let me go bring them immediatly :D"
She is a sweetheart when she isn't deleting stuff isn't she.
Speaking of her coding powers, it didn't take long before she finds you instead of you finding her. And the dirst thing she was greeted with was... Another... Harem...
Welp time for a killing spree, you better stop her (and other yanderes from killing her)
And if you manage to calm everyone down, Monika would be upset, why did you cheat on her? She has godly powers too! She is even stronger than any of them combined!
everyone else calms her down and say that she will get used to it if she wants to date you, as if it was YOUR idea to go for a Harem and YOU are the toxic one??
.
Now about SANS the meme.
For some random ass reason, the first thing that came to my mind was "xiao and him are kind of alike"
They both traumatised, they both have a City to protect, they both can make stuff come out from the ground (xiao elemental burst, sans normal attack)
The only thing they wouldnt get along with is sans's lasyness. (Which we have a theory about that but i forgor)
OK BACK TO THE STORY
After being stuck in a timeline that the anomaly destroyed over and over again, he knew that all he could do to stop it is by meeting the anomaly personally, and kill it.
He went to alot of words, met alot of people, most of them saw you as a god. A god that created them. Even if it was true, it would only make him hate you more.
Did you create that world to torture them?!
He was in one of those realities, where you are loved beyond compare, and he was already thinking of giving up. But Heard one of them mention that they met you.
Now he couldn't go ahead and ask that person. He was a monster and they were a human, and they profably never saw a sentient monster in this world anyway. So he just followed the clues.
Which lead him to a... Teapot?
Well there was no ketchup in this universe and he didn't had a chance to eat anything since he came here, maybe some tea would help him with his hunger-
And thats the story on how he ended up in your teapot.
The people inside was actually nice, they gave him some food and drinks, without asking too much about how he looks, he just said he overworked himself down to the bone (badum tıssssss). He is almost sad that he is going to kill their god soon.
Almost.
After the meal he asked to see the god and they asked him "which one?"
???????????
What do you mean which one??
Theres more than one?????
Meanwhile, one your acolytes went up to you and told you that you have guests that is dead.
Ok its gonna be the first time a ghost wants to see you. What could go wrong.
" SANS?!???"
" Didn't think i would find you here, huh."
Of course there is fighting, But the thing is EVERYONE in your teapot has more experiance in fighting than him. And add that to being tired and having only 1 HP, He just gives up after the few attacks.
Don't worry, he has all the time in this world and other worlds, he can wait to get you all alone, and finish you once and for all.
He attempts to leave but guess what, now your acolytes are on the hunt for his head!
İts like imposter AU all over again, but with a skeleton that attemted to assasinate you.
İf you tell your acolytes the truth, they won't care at all. Yeah you killed people so what? You can do anything, they are your properties after all.
But they also understand his point of wiew as well.
.
Ok but what if sans is in a happy ending universe.
You played undertale, gave them an happy ending and left the game for good, didnt even delete it.
Then he would just want to meet you and be your friend personally, heck he even might bring other people around!
They still dont see you as a creator mind you, still an anomaly, But a cool one 😎.
İf he manages to find you in the teapot in that reality he goes
"Heya. You've been busy huh?"
"W H A T?! HOW ARE YOU HERE?!"
"Pretty good, thank you for asking."
Turns out he is pretty chill with others as well. ESPECİALLY CYNO -
"SANS PLEASE DONT TEACH HİM YOUR JOKES İ BEG OF YOU-"
"woah dude chill, im SANSing that you are mad at me."
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Hate To Love You (PJM Drabble )
Summary- you and your ex husband, Yoongi, reunited at one of your mutual friends party. You haven’t spoken to him in years in resentment for his behavior towards you and assumed he despised you just as much, only to find out it’s actually the opposite, despite you being ready to move on when someone unexpectedly shows up….your best friend.
warnings- well its basically a friend hookup thing, minor smut (oral female receiving) (no penetration) sexual tension, swearing, alcohol, mentions of divorce and cheating, angst, sadness
rating- 18+
It was a stupid argument, really
You never guessed it would spark the conversation that would months later be the result of your divorce with Yoongi.
"you are just always at work, and I understand-"
"you cant get upset with me for working, y/n, who the hell would pay for all the bills?" he scoffed, sitting at the desk in his recording studio.
taken back, you decided to defend yourself against your husbands sudden coldness.
"I work too, thank you very much"
"you work two days a week in an office"
"so?" you stood, beginning to grow annoyed "I still make money and pay for half the shit we own"
He laughed, seemingly amused at your efforts, "you dont have the pressure to make said money, y/n, and plus, our jobs, our lives arent...."
"arent what? yoongi?"
He sighed, "dont you have higher aspirations for yourself? rather than working twice a week?" he looked over, quick to defend his statement before you flipped out,
"I know you work, y/n, but you cant compare our schedules....I hope you see what im trying to say?"
Scoffing, you paced around, you felt insulted. You didnt have the pressures of being a musician, sure, however you still had to take on the pressures of being a woman, wife, the maid, the chef, the doggy daycare worker, the therapist, etc etc because the list can go on for hours
You sensed the conversation took a turn in a direction you had not been aiming for, your objective was to kindly seek more time off with your husband considering your 4 year anniversary was coming up, and he took it and did a 360.
It didnt get better, either, because this exact conversation would end up becoming the topic every time you argued, and in a short amount of time it quickly got heated.
"Yeah, you are probably off somewhere between her legs, because wouldnt you fucking love that yoongi??" you threw your water bottle at him as he stood at the doorway of your bedroom, he watched you intensely
"I told you, I had to stay late tonight, I fucking texted!" he defended
"you are telling me you were in that fucking office until 3am? okay..."
He brushed his hair back in disbelief, "yes, if you dont believe me, text hoseok"
"Let me see your phone then" you spoke up after a few moments
"what?" he scoffed
"phone, let me see it"
".....y/n, you dont trust me?" he seemed genuinely upset at this, putting his guard down
"no, I dont"
"that girl who works as an intern has never even spoken to me, you think im off having sex with her??" he snapped
You shrugged, keeping your arms crossed, "I dont really know what to think anymore yoongi, you keep disappointing me, we keep disappointing each other, it seems."
He glared at you, trying to read your face, you were serious. "well then what are we doing this for?"
You bit the inside of your cheek and shrugged again, shaking your head and looking down, "I dont know."
and thats exactly how one week later, you showed up at his job with the divorce papers, slamming them on his desk silently.
And thats what leads us here tonight, at Namjoons house party exactly a year and a half later.
The divorce was never finalized, never made legal, he put it off until you threw your hands up and moved out, and if anyone asked- you were a divorced woman, no long a Min.
You swore you would never trust him again, never him creep back into your life in the same way he always tried. you were done, over him, even.
But God, did it strike the deepest nerve in your system when you saw him sitting on the couch, his arm draped around some other girls waist while he chatted with friends.
You watched, leaning against some crowded doorway with a half drunk cup of liquor in your hand.
"bored?"
you looked to your left to see your friend Jimin pop up next to you, almost scaring you.
"jesus, jimin" you sighed, turning your body away from yoongi to look at the boy in front of you.
"seems like you are not having fun, we can change that" he smiles and holds up another expensive bottle of alcohol, making you groan.
"rather not have a hangover tomorrow" you frowned and looked back at yoongi, Jimin noticed.
"hey, whos that hes with?" he asked, following your gaze to the crowded couch in the other room.
"no idea..." you exhale, turning back to jimin with a sad look.
"oh my god" he froze
"what?"
"dont tell me"
you tilted your head in confusion "tell you what?"
He began to smile, laughing almost "you are jealoussss"
You scoffed, nudging his shoulder "no-im not. we arent married anymore I dont give a shit what he does"
"seems like you do, though" he smirked
your face fell into your hands before shoving him teasingly, something that caught yoongi's eyes as he gazed across the room at your back facing him. You were talking to another guy.
"I know you guys arent even divorced legally" he whispered
"what? yes we are!"
"yoongi spilled the beans...no you arent"
You frowned, crossing your arms. "that motherfucker."
"he was drunk and was going on a whole tangent about how he refused to sign the papers and what not...tried to like, push it back as much as he could"
You shook your head "when was this?"
"like a week ago, when I mentioned you would be at the party"
"Jimin we havent even talked in over a year....pretty sure he blocked me, why the hell would he care?"
He shrugged and looked back at the couch, surprised to see Yoongi looking already at the two of you.
"I dont know...but something tells me he cares a lot more than you think"
"dont be cryptic and ominous" you rolled your eyes, "what do you know that I dont? what did he tell you? be honest" you pleaded
"listen" he half smiled, "all im saying is that you two had known eachother for 8 years before getting married, then you were together for 4 more years, I dont think that kind of connection suddenly falters you know?"
"no-I dont know, I know nothing at all"
"ok well you are impossible to talk to, also- you suck at taking hints" jimin teased before turning to walk away, "oh, and by the way, hes been staring at you for the past few minutes"
You froze and turned your body slowly, jumping when you realized Yoongi had gotten up from his distant seat, and was now right behind you.
"holy fuck" you gasped, putting a hand over your heart.
He didnt say anything, his casual blank emotion plastered over his face as his hands fell into his pockets. "hi" he mumbled
"hello?" you scoffed, "you scared the shit out of me to say 'hi'?"
he slightly smiled, "yes"
you glared at him before walking past, directing yourself to the kitchen, he followed behind, unable to help his gaze trail from your back, down to your ass-the dress you chose to wear tonight definitely suited your figure.
"why are you following me? are you lost?" you sarcastically mumbled, turning away to grab some of the crackers that were next to the snack trays, softly nibbling onto them.
"what were you and jimin talking about?"
"oh please" you laughed, turning to see him, "this is why you are talking to me? for the first time in a year? to discuss jimin?"
he nods.
"hes in the other room, heard he is single, your hair is nice-you might have a chance" you joked coldly, wishing you could run away right now.
he released an airy laugh, leaning against the counter as he waited for the random person in the room to leave before speaking, "You look nice"
You raised an eyebrow, "...thanks...you do too i guess?"
"im just complimenting you, didnt have any mal intent behind it" he gazed at you "its not like we are strangers, you know"
"i know" you mumbled, continuing to eat the dry ass crackers.
He sighed and looked around the kitchen, grabbing a drink for himself.
"dont you have some girl to entertain, why are you sitting in here with me?"
He laughed, "you have not changed at all"
"whats that mean?" you asked defensively
"i mean, we havent spoken in so long and you still only care about if other girls are getting into my pants" he smirked, taking a sip of his drink.
son of a bitch.
"I dont care! also-dont need to know!" you pressed your lips together tightly.
He sat silently, watching you
"stop staring at me, freak" you sighed, knowing you could just walk away but somehow didnt choose to.
"you know your mouth is gonna get dry from all those crackers" he spoke calmly.
"i can handle my own, thank you" you spoke, putting down the stack of crackers in your hand.
He smirked and walked over, tipping your chin up to press his cup of alcohol to your lips, giving you a sip, "there you go"
You stared wide eyed at him before taking a step back, wiping your mouth. "what do you think youre doing?" you bit
“Socializing. It’s a party, no?” He raised a brow, pulling back a little
“Go socialize somewhere else, you’re in my personal bubble” you fixed your hair and tried to calm your breathing before once more pushing past him, walking into the other room.
He snickered and took another shot before catching one of his friends and striking up a conversation.
“How’d it go?” Jimin suddenly popped up next to you, scaring you again.
“You need a fucking bell”
“Sorry” he giggled, standing next to you against the wall.
“Literally nothing happened, he is still the same snappy person he’s always been” you spoke, eyes trailing over across the room to see yoongi speaking with his friends. The purple lighting of the party reflected onto his long black hair and pale skin, no one could deny his beauty, especially when he smiled.
Jimin noticed, a softer smile peaking up onto his lips, “do you want me to go speak to him for you?”
You immediately shook your head, crossing your arms as you tried to change your glances at someone else, eyes shooting onto Nayeon who was 2 seconds away from making out with jungkook.
“Get a room” you whisper
Jimin laughed, “rather quick to the point”
“Jimin shut up” you whined, “I wasn’t talking about you! I was talking about-“
“Wait” he perked
“What??”
Jimin giggled mischievously and looked back at yoongi before looking back at you, “just be honest, you still have feelings for him, huh?”
“No!”
He raised his eyebrows
“Jimin-“
“Admit it! It’s okay!”
You sigh and cover your face, “jimin….of course I do….I just can’t stand who he is now. I fell in love with the old him, before everything came crashing down…I have to remember that’s not him anymore”
He smiled gently, rubbing your shoulder “he has changed”
“No he hasn’t, and it took less than 5 minutes of banter to figure that out”
“Y/n, he still….” He stopped himself from talking, realizing it might not be his place to say.
“What? He still what?” You inquired
“Nothing…”
“Jimin.”
“He may or may not have feelings im not sure I can’t remember”
Your eyes widened before relaxing “yeah no, he was flirting with other girls like a few minutes ago”
“Mmm….maybe he was trying to get you jealous”
You rolled your eyes at his words
“I saw we give payback”
“What….?”
He smirked, “cmon, pretend to be up all on me or something, he’s looking, he will get jealous”
You laughed, “I don’t think he will believe the fact that I’m interested in you”
He pretended to be offended
“Hey, you’re cute but we are friends and have been since diapers, I don’t see us like-“
“God you complicate everything, just…follow me” Jimin sighed, taking your hand and throwing yoongi a quick glance before leading you up the stairway behind you.
You followed along, trying to see what Yoongi’s reaction was as you crawled upstairs, he seemed annoyed, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.
Jimin led us into a room and shut the door, a smile on his face as he searched for the light switch.
“It’s dark” you whispered, “we didn’t actually have to hide in the room you know, we could have just sat in the hallway until he came up for me”
“Whatever, if we are playing the part we do it right” he mumbled, still scanning the wall with his hands trying to find the switch. “I can’t find it”
“Whatever” you huffed, sitting behind the door and tucking your knees to your chest. You don’t know who’s room your in, the only light noticeable is the moons reflection peaking in from the windows.
“You ok?” He whispered, finding a spot next to you.
“I don’t know” you shrugged, “I just….wish I never showed up to this party, and I wish you never told me yoongi still has feelings for me”
He felt suddenly guilty, “I’m sorry”
“It’s okay, I think …despite me still having ‘feelings’ for him, I just need to be away from yoongi. I fell in love with him years ago, he was so different and family oriented….he has changed so much and I can’t submit myself to that just because it’s him, and I’m attached”
He nodded, taking your hand “I understand”
You tried to even your breaths in fear of crying, “he treated me badly, and I did the same to him, we don’t work together and I refuse to try again just because he thinks it’ll be good for us”
“That’s reasonable, y/n, you can make your own decisions, im sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable situation”
“It’s not your fault Jimin, if you weren’t here I wouldn’t have even come to this dumb party anyways” you slightly smile
“Hey, I’m always here for you” he raised his hand in a fist bump, where you happily reciprocated.
“Thank you, I’m here for you too Jimin”
He hummed softly “do you wanna go back downstairs?”
You thought for a moment, “not really….I might head home soon anyways, you can go back though”
He shook his head “nah, I’ll chill with you until you decide to go”
“Really? You don’t have to, I know you have many possible girls and boys downstairs for you to entertain” you giggled
“Eh…”
“You’re like the number one flirt, don’t tell me there’s no one at this party that has hookup potential”
He sat for a moment, looking down at his knees as he quickly tried to wipe the smile off his face “mm…nope”
“I doubt that” you snicker
He shrugged, an eyebrow raised as he kicked his feet out straight in front of him, arms in his lap.
“I don’t know if I would hook up with anyone here, yoongis friends are okay looking but the idea of doing it with anyone associated with him just grosses me out”
You both giggled as he nodded “nah that’s reasonable, I almost hooked up with one of his studio friends and then I found out he literally had a girlfriend”
“What!??” You looked at him despite the dark room making it difficult to see his face
He nodded shamelessly “yup” he popped his mouth at the “p”
“It probably would have been bad sex anyway” he couldn’t help but laugh at himself
“I mean yeah, not to talk shit but yoongi and I usually didn’t have the best chemistry with shit like that, must be the studio guy genre” you joked
“Really?? He looks like walking sex, you’re telling me it sucked?” Jimin questioned
“It didn’t suck necessarily but….I don’t know I don’t wanna talk behind his back”
“No no no tell me” Jimin giggled “because a few months before you got “divorced” he was preaching about how good he was to you in the bedroom”
“He was discussing me in front of all his male friends?….”
“Nothing graphic, that’s all he said is that he knew how to satisfy a girl” he shrugged in defense
You rolled your eyes “yeah….sure yoongi.”
Jimin laughed
“He…god this is embarrassing…I wouldn’t even finish most times, and I had to fake it”
“No way” he seemed genuinely shocked
“Yeah, maybe I faked it a little too good, striked his ego up and shit” you giggled, hiding your face.
“So you’ve never had an orgasm?”
“Oh I’ve had a few, but like it was always 50/50, I never knew if it was gonna be a good time or not you know”
He nodded, taking in the information as you spoke.
“But whatever..” you sighed, leaning your head against the door. “We should probably head downstairs”
He sighed, looking at you as you began to stand to your feet, he stood too. “We don’t have too”
“Well what else is there to do?” You giggle “we can’t sit in the room forever, it’s pretty late too”
He looked at you as best he could
“I could give you an orgasm” He calmly spoke like it was no big deal
Your eyes shot wide open, “w-what??”
He shrugged, silently
“What did you say?” Your voice was startled
“ I said I could give you an orgasm, if you want one”
“Um….Jimin you are my friend” you whispered
“I know, I just feel bad after hearing about the yoongi thing, and I want to make it up for you”
You tried to not freak out at the fact your best friend calmly asked if he could make you cum.
You bit your lip, “uh…”
“We don’t have to do anything” he gently waved his hand “it’s just a sudden horny suggestion”
You softly giggled, looking at your feet.
“Wouldn’t it be kinda, I don’t know, odd?”
“Not really I guess, I mean I always thought you were hot”
You blushed, feeling suddenly overwhelmingly shy.
“Do you think I’m attractive?”
You bit your lip nervously.
It would be a lie to say you’ve never thought about Jimin like this, which is why it’s such a shock that it was randomly happening in some random persons bedroom at Namjoons party.
“Yes” you breathed out
Jimin smiled “then…the offer stands” he begins to walk towards the door before you gently hold his arm and stop him.
“Jimin”
He looked back, a soft expression as he waited for you to finish speaking.
“Make me forget” you whispered after a few silent moments, your faces close together as he began to smile slightly.
“Are you sure?” His voice was low and quiet
You nod slowly
“We don’t have to, you seemed unsu-”
“I’m sure” you began, “I’m just kinda in shock that it’s actually happening”
He giggled “you’re cute…come here” he gently held your hips in his hands, your heart racing faster than it ever has as he pushed you softly against the door.
Jimin finger raised to his mouth, “quiet, mm?”
You nod, already feeling breathless before his lips suddenly crash into yours, taking any air out of your lungs.
Your hands flew to his hair, pressing him against you as much as possible. “Mm” he moaned against your lips, the vibrations sending straight to your core.
He didn’t fail to notice your red, blushed face even in such a dark room. “You okay” he quietly panted, pulling back a little
“I-I’m okay, that was nice”
“Good” he laughed, returning his lips to yours for a quick peck before trailing down your jaw and neck, so slowly that you felt you were going to explode.
He had you trapped against the door and his body, Jimins warmth only stimulating you more.
“This okay..?” He whispered, pulling his lips away from your cleavage as he fell to his knees, arms softly trailing your sides.
“Yes jimin, it’s okay”
“You trust me?”
“Mm” you nod, feeling his fingers at the hem of your dress, thighs tingling. “I trust you”
With that- jimin gently folded up the bottom half of your dress, exposing your laced red underwear, he felt prideful in seeing the slight wet mark that had dampened them. He went against mentioning it in fear of embarrassing you, rather instead keeping the image in his head that he was able to do such thing to you.
“I can take these off? They are so pretty” he whispered, looking back up at you
“Yeah you can….” You bit your bottom lip, trembling slightly
His fingers delicately hooked into the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling them down while making sure you were still okay with his actions.
“Tell me to stop and I will, okay baby?”
The pet name had you almost moaning, you found the strength to nod, “o-okay”
“God….so perfect” you mumbled to himself once he caught a glance of your dripping core, he’s never seen anything like it.
Jimin took a breath after tossing your underwear to the side, his hands climbing up your thighs as he encouraged you to part them for him, his two fingers gently exploring your folds, pressing against your clit, making you gasp.
“Oh-” you pressed your lips together and leaned your head back against the door behind you, knowing that there are possible people on the other side who might hear.
He was in amazement at how wet you were, the soft squelch sound was the only audible noise in the entire room, making your cheeks red.
You tried to thrust your hips a little to silently plea for what you wanted, his eyes raised up to you
“Use your voice, tell me what you need”
“Jimin….” You whispered, his fingers still slowly rubbing your bud. “Your m- ah…your mouth please”
You wanted to fall into the floor as you heard how needy your voice had become for your friend, but one look at his shit eating grin and suddenly you reminded yourself he was enjoying this just as much as you.
“Okay baby, remember, be quiet yeah?”
You nod and close your eyes, preparing for what was to come.
The moment you felt jimins plump lips reach your core, your arched your back away from the door, moaning softly “oh shit, jimin” a hand reached down to rest atop his head.
“Mm taste so good” his voice was pressed against you, the vibration only stimulating you more. “Here baby” he pulled away a little, helping you lift a leg and throw it over his shoulder so you hadn’t lost your balance while standing.
His tongue resumed to your clit, sucking and swiping through the wet folds, savoring the flavor that was you
“Oh…fuck jimin!!” You whined, throwing a hand over your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut, “it’s so good”
Jimin brought up the hand that wasn’t holding your leg, tracing it up your thigh before pressing a finger into you, the wetness making it easy for him to slide in.
He groaned, “oh shit”
Your mouth had fallen into a small o shape, the pressure of his one finger turned into two, and before you knew it, he was curling them upwards and around, searching for your g-spot
“J-jimin!” Your hand clutched his hair, he only smirked before returning his lips to your swollen clit, sucking vigorously as if it was his sole mission in life to make you cum all over him.
You suddenly moaned out loud, mentally cursing yourself for the volume, he knew in that moment that his skilled fingers had found your frontal wall perfectly, he continued to press into that spot quickly as the wet sound between your legs got louder and messier, tongue lapping at it all.
“Jimin im gonna cum, oh god, oh god” you whispered, squirming your hips a little so you were quite practically riding his face.
He silently encouraged you, the hand holding your leg up began to softly rub into your skin, giving your permission to let go.
“Fuck!!” Your vision suddenly turned white with one last thrust against your g-spot, you tried to balance yourself before you felt jimin help you keep still, “shit” your voice was shaky as the orgasm ripped through your body aggressively, his fingers swiping between you to gather your slick, licking them off in front of you.
“How was that?” He panted, pulling your dress down as he stood
He gave you a moment to catch your breath, “that was….so….oh my god”
He laughed, reaching down to pick up your underwear “I’ll take it was nice?”
“Absolutely”
“Good” he smirked, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Here” he whispered, giving you back your undergarments.
“No no” you smiled, taking them and putting it into his pant pocket
“Oh?” He raised a cocky brow, “does this mean I qualify for a second round?”
You smirked “do you have plans this weekend?”
“I can clear them” he spoke quickly, making you laugh
“Ok…let’s go before people get suspicious” you whisper, trying to quickly make yourself presentable as if he didn’t just suck the life out from between your legs.
He nodded and helped you fix your dress more before opening the door, both of your eyes following over to yoongi who stood on the other side of the hall, watching you.
“Oh fuck”
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