Fallen - Masterlist
— pairing: OT7 x Reader (F)
— genre: Fantasy AU, Vampire AU, Soulmate AU, Fluff, Eventual Smut, ANGST, Poly!BTS
— Rating: M
— warnings: none
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Years after being banished from the kingdom, Y/N gets word that Yoongi is in trouble. Now, he must face punishment, and Y/N must prove his innocence. In the mess, she manages to reconnect with Yoongi and find six other soulmates. What could go wrong?
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Fangirl pt. 6
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slow Burn, Idol A/U
Pairing: BTS OT7 x backupdancer!reader
Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.
Word Count: 8.1K
Warnings: slight angst, minor character death, implied PTSD, panic attack
Taglist: @nochujeonjk @i-like-puppy-mg @miyochan @satotakeru14 @boba-tea1206 @blimpintime @kodzuskook @fangirl125reader @xicanacorpse
PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
You’re back at your apartment, staring blankly at the ceiling as you lay down on the floor of your living room trying to contemplate what just happened today. It was supposed to be a free day for you but so far, everything is so crazy. You shrill as you curl yourself into ball, rolling to the side, as you recall all the events that had happened today.
From Hoseok attending your class then driving you back to BigHit, to standing in that recording booth listening to their voices as they mutter your name. What in the world did you do in your past life to receive all this happiness?
You pull your bag from the table above you to the floor where you’re laying down. You stare at the brand new purple phone inside your bag. Jiyong handed it out to you when you asked for a copy of the message. You did refuse it at first but when Jiyong mentioned Namjoon specifically told him that there’s absolutely no way he’ll let you refuse their gift. You raise the phone towards the ceiling as you flip it to closely examine the phone. You let your fingers brush on the small and subtle BTS logo on its backside.
“What did I do to be this lucky?” You unlocked the phone for the first time and almost dropped the phone on your face, taken aback at the silly wallpaper that appeared out of the blue. It looks like Taehyung took the selfie, with him and Jin in the front while Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook, in the middle row, were all adorably trying to push forward as if fighting for a bigger space in the selfie. RM and Yoongi were behind the other boys being so casual about it. You chuckle so loud looking at Yoongi in the selfie. It must have taken a lot of persuasion from the boys for him to join.
You browse your phone to find the recorded message. After a few minutes, you finally found it saved as a widget on your menu screen. You click to play it on loudspeaker and pressed the phone on your chest as you anticipate to hear them once more.
Hello y/n, we are BTS!
Surprise! On behalf of our favorite sound engineer, Jiyong, we give you this one of a kind voice message from us, your favorite group in the world.
He told me he’s terrified of you when you’re angry…… What?.... Jiyong is telling the boys that I’m lying. Don’t believe what he says. Jiyong has a sister complex, guys.
Hyung, don’t bully Jiyong unless you also want to give him an apology message
I’m just joking. Jiyong adores you. I can attest to that because he won’t stop bragging you to us even before you have worked here. I almost feel like I’m your close friend with how much he talks about you
As expected, this message is now getting chaotic. Should we get to our main point?
Right! We actually suggested if Jiyong could instead give you a signed album but he admitted that you already have ALL our albums. Most of them being signed albums so I guess there’s no point in giving you an extra copy?
So Taehyung, being a genius, asked us if we could record this message and sing a few parts of our songs just for you.
For our number one fan, we’ll sing for you right here. Every time you hear this, imagine that we’re singing in front of you.
Enjoy our little gift! And can you please assure Jiyong that you’re not angry with him? He really looks like a terrified and sad little puppy
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA look at Jiyong
A few more seconds, they started singing Butterfly. How many times have you played this song on repeat? You can’t even remember anymore. Listening to them sing it ‘live’ to you through this recorded message still gives off the same raw emotional performance compared from the studio version.
Jiyong must have suggested them to sing Butterfly. You may have mentioned him once before that this song was significant to you but no one really knows the reason for it. At first, Jiyong thought that it’s just simply your favorite song from BTS but soon after, he realized that maybe you thought of your parents based on the message of the song.
You didn’t try to explain anything to him even when he opened the topic of your parents. You just let him think that the reason why this song is significant for you is because, as stated in the song’s message, it expresses your fear of losing someone represented by a butterfly.
It’s actually much deeper than that. You actually thought of yourself whenever you hear this song. Yes, both Jiyong and you lost your parents. However, you also lost a part of you after the accident. It took you years to recover yourself back from the trauma.
It was late at night when you and your parents were driving back to the house. They argued for just a few seconds in the front seat as you observe them quietly from the back seat, then an upcoming skidding truck blinded all of you with its glaring front lights. When you opened your eyes, you were already upside down hanging by the seatbelt. Smell of gas was eerily present as you see the front of the car totaled along with your parents, making you the only survivor. Silence in that dark tunnel was terrifying.
Jiyong wasn’t in the car when it happened. Fortunately, he was staying back at home with your grandparents because he was sick that night.
Both you and Jiyong quickly became the talk of the village. There has never been a horrific accident in the history of your town. A drunk driver collided with the car that your family had been in, killing everyone but you. High School Orphans and only your grandparents now to take care of you and your twin brother. You had to show a brave front for your brother. You may be twins but you acted the big sister role most of the time and had to constantly comfort Jiyong through the pain of losing your parents.
However, the guilt of surviving alone and the horrifying image of your parents constantly fights your sanity. You had to be strong for Jiyong but as a young girl at that time, you did crave for a figure to not just comfort you but also help you get up.
When you heard Butterfly years after the accident, you understood it very well. In the lyrics, there’s also a hint of trying to save someone before they do something they regret or something they won’t come back from. When you listen to the song, it felt like there’s two of you. The you who is trying very hard to hold on is singing the lyrics to the you who is on the verge of letting go.
The lyrics can be interpreted as losing someone you love. It can be an ex-partner, friend, or loved one. For you, it was yourself. Losing yourself. That’s what you were afraid of and fought really hard to not make that happen.
That’s the main reason you became their fan. The complexity of their lyrics always seems to pull the unspoken words from you.
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“Here’s an orange juice from me!” Taehyung props down the cold drink in front of Jiyong and sits down on a chair beside him, eyes still glued on Jiyong like a puppy.
“How about Pad Thai from your favorite Thai place?” Jimin joined them as he offers it and sits on the other side opposite to Taehyung.
“I’m sure he’ll choose mine. Hamburg steak with cheese and additional sauce.” Jungkook stood behind Jiyong, towering him as he leans in and puts down the food in front of Jiyong.
“I’m telling you guys I can’t give it to you. She’ll kill me for sure this time.” Jiyong whined as he kick his legs from frustration. He wants to accept the food bribery but he knows that if he give what the three adorable troublemakers are asking from him, an apology message from BTS won’t save him again from you.
“You used our song for her cover. I guess we have a right to listen to it or even have a copy of it.” Taehyung pouts followed by adamant nods from Jimin and Jungkook.
When you were with Jiyong in the small recording studio, the three of them were actually just outside the door along with Hoseok trying to eavesdrop waiting for a reaction from you. They were actually surprised when Jiyong suggested that you try to sing to their song just to let off steam. Jungkook and Taehyung can’t seem to stop snickering when they heard you two siblings teasing each other through the intercom because you insisted Jiyong not to hit the record button when you start singing.
When Jiyong asked you what songs you would like to sing, you declared to sing short covers to Promise, Still With You and Snow Flower, granting gasps from the three song owners sneaking outside. Taehyung actually choked a bit from his own saliva, not expecting you to sing his song.
The four of them were all listening in as you were singing in the booth the whole time. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung were absorbed especially when it was their song that you’re singing. J-hope was also amazed and surprised. Not only you were one heck of a dancer but an amazing singer as well. Your talents could bring other idols that they know to shame.
After you were done and left the recording studio, they all rushed inside to ask Jiyong if he did record it all. To their surprise, Jiyong recorded it all but of course, he did it without you knowing. Since then, the boys have been asking and bribing Jiyong to send them a copy of the music file.
“I helped you by suggesting the personal recorded message. Can I have a copy of her cover please?” Taehyung pleaded with his doe eyes. Jiyong, now closely surrounded by the maknae line, contemplates whether the risk of being chopped to pieces by you is worth it.
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Inside the practice room, every other dancer is busy dancing their butts off. You lean back on your hands spread behind you as you quietly observe your other fellow dancers practicing in front of the mirror. With the purple phone in your other hand, you gripped it tightly as you let your breathing slowly normalize just after finishing your solo dance practice. Sounds of stomping and shoe skidding on the floor echoed in the practice room as everyone pushed through the hectic schedule for the day.
Tomorrow is the team’s MT or three day team-building event that’s got everyone in a tight schedule for today to, at least, finish any preparations that could be done and present the couple dance routines in front of BTS along with the choreographers.
BTS and the main choreographers later entered the practice room and soon the dance routine presentation started. You’re last to present along with your dance partner, Taeyang, the couple dance routine you’ve finished. When it was finally your turn, Taeyang quickly stood and offered to help you up off the floor. You have danced in front of the boys and the choreographers countless of times but why does it still feel like you’re dancing to be evaluated and be listed off the team.
The other boys quickly took notice of your newfound closeness with your dance partner and they weren’t entirely comfortable seeing you smile so sweetly at him. Hoseok were glaring at Taeyang’s hand as they landed snugly on your hips to turn you into place. The three younger members were sneaking stares like a hawk.
They all knew that one of them is gonna dance with you to this song eventually but seeing you be this touchy and close to another man ignited something in them. Unsure whether it was jealousy but they convinced themselves that it might just be the feeling of protectiveness since Jiyong had told them again and again to keep an eye out for you.
Yoongi’s full attention today was not really on any dancers nor the dance routines. He knew the inevitable obvious choice, which is to give anyone from the dance line the solo dance spot. The only dance routines he gave his attention to, not caring entirely though, was the dance routine for a member with three or two dancers. He glanced at his other members and sees Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok sitting up straight and anticipating you to start dancing with your male partner.
The second the music started, the four members on the dance line were entirely absorbed on watching ahead. Without needing words, Yoongi knew that the four of them are hungrily vying for the solo dance part. What he didn’t know was that the four of them were only thinking of the opportunity to finally have a chance to share the stage with you. The way your male partner danced to the music along with you, to the tunes of Without Me by Halsey, had them hungry for the coveted spot.
Taeyang, your dance partner, carefully lands his hands on your hips and it travels down to your leg as you lean into him with your head back. Catching everyone’s eye at the intimate and almost sultry dance step, especially Yoongi. A few sneaky gulps occurred amongst them. You were completely engrossed in the music with movements completely fluid and expressions purely enchanting everyone.
You were naïve to the scorching gazes and unfamiliar desire from the 7 members. Yoongi along with Jin and RM were now determined to insert themselves in the competition amongst the group for the solo dance part. All of them quickly exchanged looks the moment you finished dancing and the music stopped. No words were spoken but all of them understood that each of them definitely wanted the opportunity to share the stage with you more than the coveted chance to dance solo.
You held your water bottle tightly while you quench your thirst. You eye out to the side as the main choreographers were busy talking to each other and to some of the dancers. Taehyung, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook were also busy talking to their managers at the other side of the room.
“I see that you’re putting our gift to good use.” You almost choke on your water at the sudden voice behind you.
“Namjoon? Don’t scare me like that” You cough. Finishing his cup of water, he slowly walked to your side. You quickly notice Yoongi’s head popping out from Namjoon’s side. “Hello to you two.” Namjoon cheekily grins and Yoongi smiled with his lips closed.
“He said you’re putting our gift to good use.” Yoongi slightly leans forward, whispering. You glanced at him and quickly looked at the purple phone you’re tightly holding in your other hand beside you.
Quickly after realizing that the two of them were eyeing your phone, you stammer while you took a step closer. “You really didn’t have to give me this. I tried to refuse it but Jiyong told me that you insisted that I accept it. Also, your other gift was unexpected but thank you. I appreciate it.” You smile nervously at the two of them, hiding the fact that you don’t just appreciate the recorded message but it meant the world to you. Obviously, you won’t admit that.
“We did thought of giving you a portable drive for the message but I remembered that I did ruin your phone so I suggested that to them. For that I’m sorry.” Namjoon rubs the back of his head.
Yoongi tries to join in the conversation, placing his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Have you tried exploring your phone? Checked the apps that we have pre-downloaded for you?” Your eyes widen at Yoongi’s sudden questions, followed by a shake of your head. “We did. You might want to check it out.”
Both of them stare at you as you give them a dazed look. The hand beside you that has your phone slowly creeps its way up but the sudden presence of a hand halting your hand surprised you.
“Um… Maybe check it later when you’re alone.” Yoongi faces the other way, hand still around your wrist. He thought that maybe by looking away, you won’t notice the faint tinge of pink on his cheeks as he recall what surprise he left for you in your phone.
He slowly released your hand, aware of the sudden contact with you and the presence of a crowd in the room. Your eyes still glued to him, you did notice his effort to hide his bashfulness. You try to hold in your giggle at how Yoongi suddenly looked so adorable and it made you much more curious to check your phone. You remind yourself to definitely check what’s up with your new phone the moment the practice session is done.
By the time you realized your work for today is done, you search for the boys in the room but discovered that they might have left the room ahead of the choreographers and some staff. Most of the dancers were also eager to call it a day. Must be because of the Team MT tomorrow.
As the youngest of the new female dance team, you have always offered to be the last to stay and clean up the practice room. It comes as a shock to you that your dance partner Taeyang offered to stay behind to help you tidy up the room. While you may have gotten a lot closer with him, interactions with him outside of dance practice is still a bit awkward.
You sneak in a glance from the other side of the room as he busies himself with turning off all the electronic equipments while you tidy up the corner from the other side of the practice room. To distract yourself from being antsy at the awkwardness between you, you take out your phone from pocket to try and check the apps that Yoongi mentioned.
“Our dance a while ago was amazing.” Your voice got caught up in your throat when you suddenly heard his voice. He was still bending down, not looking at you, reaching for something behind the sound system. Almost instantly, you stood straight up at his compliment to hide the fact that you were glancing at him. Finally facing you, he says “Your moves were amazing. You really do transform when it’s time to perform just as the others say.”
“Thank you. I’m still lacking but I hope I did good as your partner.” you say as you put your phone back in your pocket.
Something about his gaze as he walks up to you made you avoid eye contact, bashful from the compliment. He slowly closes the distance between the two of you and you were so sure he was going to stop in front of you. You find yourself sighing when he just walked past you, to the water dispenser behind you.
“And thank you for staying and helping me clean up today.” You weren’t sure why you were so suddenly aware at how awkward this is turning out. Taeyang have complimented you before during practices but somehow, the change of timbre in his voice slightly made you nervous and hyperaware of the fact that you’re alone with him.
“Anytime, y/n.” You turn to him when you saw a smile slightly obstructed by the rim of the paper cup as he drink up a cup of water. “Too bad I’m just a stand-in for that solo dance.”
You barely caught what your dance partner had just said so you thought to try and ask him to repeat then a sudden sound of the door opening startling both you and Taeyang, your phone almost slipping from your hands. Your breath catches and you smile so wide it could almost reach your ears as you recognize the figure slowly coming up to you. Despite not having really spent a lot of time with Jin, his presence is a huge relief to break the sense of awkwardness filling your chest. You find your shoulders relax as you see him greet you with a smile.
Jin was also confused when he saw that you were alone with Taeyang in the room. He hides his discomfort at the sight but seeing how your face lit up when he came into the room, he let the thought pass and kept his face neutral despite wanting to grin at how adorable you looked when you smiled at him.
“Jiyong asked me to get you.” Jin says, still glancing at Taeyang drinking his cup of water behind you.
“He could’ve just texted me. That lazy guy.” You hiss and then turned to Taeyang to bid goodbye.
“See you tomorrow then?” Taeyang pats your head and turns to his bag. You excused yourself from Jin to run and get your bag from the far end of the room. By the time you walked back beside Jin, Taeyang have already left the room.
“I didn’t know you and Taeyang were that close already.” Jin queries. He wants to press on further especially after seeing Taeyang comfortably touched your head but he doesn’t want you to think that he’s nosy. You and Jin were still acquaintances but with his closeness with Jiyong, you almost feel like a younger sister to him.
“Can’t help it if we’re always practicing that solo dance routine almost everyday.” You explain. “But we haven’t really spent much time outside practice time. He’s just looking out for me since he’s kind of my dance mentor too.”
I don’t think it’s just that, he thinks to himself. He saw the way Taehyung looked at you today. He knew all the male dancers well and Jin never saw that kind of gaze from Taeyang directed at anyone. Not that he has any problems with Taeyang probably having feelings for you, he just repeats to himself that he’s looking out for you.
“So what does my lazy brother need from me to have asked you personally to come and get me?” You question him as you usher him out of the room while you turn off the lights and close the door.
“Oh that. He didn’t actually.” You look at him, confused with brows furrowed. “I was the one who actually needed to get you and come with me. I only used Jiyong’s name because Taeyang was there.”
“Come with you? To where?” Both you and Jin walked side by side along the hallway.
“We’re having a game night at our dorm and the boys wanted to invite you.” Jin informs you, still looking ahead. He wasn’t aware that you stopped walking when you heard what he just said.
“Wait, what, Me? Why me?” Jin heard your voice slightly go up and this made him turn quickly to his side, startling him to not see you beside him and rather, frozen a few feet behind him.
“We invited Jiyong as well but he’ll be late. He said he’s caught up with work.” Jin beams at you warmly as he tries to calm you down.
“Yeah but why me? I mean isn’t it too sudden for me to just barge in at your dorm?” You counter.
Surely, this is a big jump from the warm gesture from the voice message and new phone. You’re happy that they have thought of you to come on their game night but isn’t their dorm their personal private space?
“Jiyong has been a very good friend to us, almost like family and we all wanted to make an effort to get to know you as well. We usually invite him to the dorm whenever we can and I think he would be happy if you’ll be there too.” For a moment, Jin thought it would be a good idea to just use Jiyong’s name as an excuse to invite you because he knew that you would be uncomfortable if it was just them inviting you. In reality, his other members have already suggested to invite you even before he got the chance to suggest it to them.
“I want to get to know all of you more as well. I’m just shocked that you all think the same way. Excuse me but I won’t deny anymore that I’ve been a huge fan for a long time. I’m sure you know that well by now.” You gripped the strap of your bag tightly and your nervous state didn’t go unnoticed by Jin. Your heart is racing a hundred beats a second at just hearing him invite you to their dorm.
“I’m just glad that Jiyong’s twin sister is our fan and not an anti. It would’ve been hard for us to befriend you if that was the case.” He chuckles. Your heart is full at Jin’s effort to lighten up the mood. “Come on. I’m going to buy food for the troublemakers at home. Yoongi will be cooking for us tonight but Taehyung and Jungkook texted me to get extras.” He pats your shoulder
A little extra time to get to know them wouldn’t hurt. It could actually help you a lot with the solo dance routine. You wouldn’t want to perform badly just because you’re not comfortable and awkward with your partner. Thinking back when you first danced to the song with Taeyang, it just looked so wrong and you couldn’t convey the dance properly. It’s a blessing in disguise to get to be close to them this way but you wouldn’t refuse such a scrumptious offer.
You were grateful for Jin’s effort to lift up your mood during the drive back to their dorm. Sometimes, you would tightly grip the seatbelt in front of your chest and fall quiet. He would suddenly pull out ridiculous puns that would bring out the most un-ladylike laugh from you. To distract yourself, you insisted to be the one to get off the car and pick up the order from a restaurant.
Your breathing gets ragged and eyes unfocused the longer the drive went and the closer you get to the dorm. You think you might be sick with the way your stomach flips at the thought of 6 other people waiting for you.
You froze behind Jin as he ring the doorbell. There’s still a chance for me to run, you thought but was interrupted when you hear unintelligible chatter from at least 2 people on the other side of the door.
The door flew wide open and you were greeted by Taehyung and Jungkook. The two of them holding the doorknob with Taehyung slightly pinned beneath by Jungkook who seems to have jumped on his back. “You’re finally here!” Taehyung flashes his boxy grin at you.
Your eyes wandered behind the two of them as Namjoon’s head popped up from the end of the short hallway visible from the doorway. He raised his hand to wave to you and you waved back.
“Don’t crowd the lady and help me carry these to the kitchen.” Jin instructs them and instantly, Taehyung and Jungkook untangled themselves from each other and rushed to get the bags from Jin’s hands. You could almost hear Namjoon at the edge of the hallway teasingly smacking and scolding the two of them from overwhelming you when you arrived.
Jin was caught by surprise when you try to hold in your chortle, shoulders shaking at the sight of those two being scolded. He stood against the door allowing you to go in ahead of him and when he saw you hesitate a bit, he hums and say with a grin “Don’t worry, those kids won’t bite.”
You walked ahead further down the hallway, nervously treading every step. Finally, you get a clearer view of the inside of their dorm. Directly on your right, a huge glass chandelier adorns the ceiling complimenting the black and white interior of the spacious kitchen. A long wooden dining table in the middle. Across from the kitchen, an L-figure brown couch facing the huge flat screen occupies the living room. It feels weird seeing it upclose and personal after seeing glimpses of their dorm from online videos and their V-lives.
Sound of plastic bags rustling coming from the kitchen caught your attention. Taehyung and Jungkook were rushing to take out all the contents from the bag, drooling at the sight of the takeout you and Jin ordered. Yoongi was busy chopping up something with his back facing away from everyone. You take in the scrumptious smell filling up the room and almost instantly, your stomach grumbled.
Jin walked past you to mingle with the two boys. You see the back of Namjoon’s head as he sits quietly on the couch with a book in his hand. Unable to stay put, you hover towards the kitchen. Observing everyone as you make your way closer to Yoongi.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” You ask as you examine the boiling pot on the stove while Yoongi continues to chop up what seems to be ingredients for a stew. The quiet and busy member seems so docile-looking compared to the cool and stoic Yoongi you always encounter at work. Sometimes, it even confuses you with how he’s hot and cold towards you.
“You’re our guest. It wouldn’t really look nice if we let you work for your food.” He continues to chop, head only slightly turning to your direction, eyeing you out from the corner of his eye.
You roll up your sleeves, ignoring Yoongi. “I’ll help you out. It’s the least I can do for the free invitation and besides, my cooking skill is highly commendable.” You carefully snatch the knife away from his hands. Yoongi, unable to stop you, stepped aside and glanced at Jin. Both of them chuckling at your persistence.
“I’ll take up on that offer but if our dinner turns out bad, I’m blaming you.” Yoongi teases.
“I have magic hands. I doubt it’ll go bad. It might even turn out a lot better now that I’m helping you.” You counter, chopping the vegetables at a much quicker pace than Yoongi.
Jin stares warmly at the two of you comically bantering while seated on the dining table. He had thought of reminding his younger members to do their best to make you comfortable but it surprises him to see you fitting in almost instantly. He smiles as you comfortably interact with Taehyung and Jungkook as they make their way to sneak in between you and Yoongi.
Come dinner time, Yoongi excused himself from the kitchen to get something from his room, leaving you alone. Might as well help him to plate and serve the food so you wandered around the kitchen, checking the cabinets for plates.
You don’t hear the footsteps entering the kitchen while you search the bottom cabinet. The member could only hear the sound of the plates clunking against each other and not aware of the person obstructed by the huge black kitchen counter.
“Hyung, it smells good.” You hear a groggy voice behind the other side of the kitchen counter while you take out a plate. You stood up and sees an equally surprised Jimin. You could tell that he just woke up from a nap, judging by his bedhead. “Y/n? Why are you in the kitchen? Aren’t you our guest?” He rubbed his eyes and quickly searched for the missing presence of Yoongi.
You were about to explain yourself but was interrupted by Yoongi, returning from his room as he answers for you. “More like she snatched my tools and insisted on helping me. She won’t budge.” He huffs as he takes his place back in the kitchen, helping you plate the food.
Jimin, still sleepy, quietly offered his help. Taking away the filled-up plates from your hands. Yoongi asked him to call the other members for dinner. One after another, the members take up their space in the long table. Jin noticed you standing timidly at the side not knowing where to sit as everyone continues to sit down. He calls your attention and pulls out an empty chair beside him. You automatically walk up beside him and sat down, observing everyone.
It didn’t take long before the dinner got a bit rowdy. It wasn’t difficult to warm up to them, the feeling of comfort almost feels so natural. Everyone was obviously famished from the practice a while ago so the food was almost devoured instantly just as dinner started.
The younger boys complimented the dinner non-stop and insisted that you regularly visit their Game Nights in exchange for your impressive culinary skill. Jungkook complained that whenever Jiyong would help in the kitchen, he could destroy whatever Yoongi would make. Yoongi attests to that but quickly protests and teased them for not appreciating his work in the kitchen.
Jimin and Hoseok insisted that they clean up the table, escorting you to the couch. You see Jungkook setting up his PS4 on the tv across you. Namjoon stepped over the couch from behind you taking his place on your left and Jin sits down beside you on your right.
“I guess we won’t keep you too late. You still have to pack for the MT tomorrow.” Jin turns to you, still observing you if you’re having a good time with them.
“I’m sure you love the idea that you get to go back to your hometown even if it’s for work.” Namjoon reaches for a pillow beside him, hugging it.
“Wait. Hometown?” your fingers froze just as you were fiddling with your phone.
“Me and Jimin hyung were so excited when we heard that this year’s MT is in Busan. If I remember correctly, Jiyong hyung told us that his hometown is Busan, right?” Jungkook cheekily stood up with a cord in his hand. You could see the obvious grin plastered on his face as he searched for Jimin’s figure in the kitchen.
You bite your lip as you nervously try your best to recall. Did you just forget about the MT entirely? You were sure that they announced the location for the MT earlier this morning. Maybe you were too nervous and occupied with the thought of having to present the dance routine in front of everyone that you completely forgot about the MT being in Busan.
You sigh and rubbed your temples. Why would you even forget such an important detail like that? Just thinking about going back to Busan felt like an impending headache. There’s no way you could back out from the MT now. It’ll also look bad if you don’t join the dance team, it might send a message that you’re unsociable.
Unaware that you turned pale and started heaving hard, the three men in the living room with you were now starkly aware of your sudden change of expression at the mention of the MT.
“Noona, is there something wrong?” Jungkook asks with a worried voice, discarding the cord in his hands and swiftly knelt down in front of you. He tries to get a good look at you while you stare down at your knees, shoulders hunched forward.
Your ears started ringing and you squeeze your fists as your chest started getting heavier each breathe you take. Namjoon slowly sat up straight as he sees Jin and Jungkook trying to call your attention. It was when Jin wrapped his hands around one of your clenched fists that you realize how close Jungkook is crouching in front of you, head bent to the side as he worriedly observes your face. Jin’s warm hands enveloping your small, cold and shivering hands. Namjoon frozen in his seat not knowing what to do to help you.
“Um, can I excuse myself to the restroom please?” Your hands were starting to get clammy as you forced to compose yourself. You wish they could tell you the way to the restroom a lot faster as each passing second, it’s getting difficult to stay composed in front of them. Jin was the first to stand up from the couch and escorted you to the restroom, leaving Namjoon and Jungkook frozen in their seats.
You quietly close the door of the restroom, making sure not to let Jin worry more. Once you were sure you heard his footsteps get away from the room you were in, you could barely hold yourself up before your legs buckle and you let yourself fall to the floor. Your weight propped against the door as you try to suck the chilled air into your lungs. Sharp successive breaths took over you, slowly making you feel pins and needles at the tips of your fingers.
The panic creeps up on you in bouts. Your fingers claw at your legs as you hug them tighter. Memories that you worked so hard to forget starts to resurface and replays in your mind, leaving you suffocated.
For a moment, you picture yourself staying in the restroom for the rest of the night. You suddenly felt so alone in a space filled with 7 other people. Even the thought of standing up and getting back out takes up a lot of energy from your body.
Your excitement for tomorrow now completely gone and replaced by dread of going back to your hometown. It’s been years and you’re not even sure if you can even handle going back there. It was only two years ago when you recovered from being haunted in your dreams by the memories of the accident. You don’t want to lose your progress since it took a lot of effort by yourself to get back up.
It took only for you to hear boisterous laughter coming from the living room and somebody knocking on the door to remind you that you have no choice but to go back out. You reach for the edge of the sink to help yourself up. Like a newborn deer, you can’t really sustain your weight as your knees started shaking when you were standing properly. You take in one last deep breath before opening the door.
You crack your eyes open, body heaving with effort to get enough oxygen in your lungs but you’re met with the soulful brown eyes of Yoongi, narrowed in concern. He doesn’t question you further as you step aside to give way for him to use the restroom. It took three steps out the restroom before your knees decided to give out. Yoongi rushed to catch you before you fell to the floor.
You squeeze his arms around you that were holding you up before facing him. “You tell absolutely no one… I don’t want anyone to worry…” Breathing still ragged, you huff out every word to the best of your ability as you realize that you can’t hide your panic attack from Yoongi. You must look so bad to see Yoongi study your face with utmost care. “Yoongi please?... I’ll be fine. Don’t mind me… Just until my panic attack subsides.” He softly shush you as he sees your great effort to speak.
Yoongi sighs before calmly looking back at the empty hallway and to the living room where everyone’s pretty much occupied. His eyes wandered back to your shivering hands and shaking knees. You’re in no shape to walk back to the living room much less stand on your own. Yoongi slowly wraps his hand on your back and behind your knees before lifting you off the floor.
The scent coming from Yoongi’s body calms you as he cradles you in his arms. Your head felt like lead, finding its way on the crook of its neck. Before you even realize, you find yourself clinging to him as you fist your hands in his shirt. His skin is slowly getting hot against yours, and his breathing seems to have increased if you were only able to notice. His heartbeat against was almost like a lullaby that greatly helped to calm you down.
“You’re alright.” He coos as he starts to hear you sniffle. He quietly walked towards his bedroom, with you in his arms, to give you a place private enough away from the eyes of the other members. He slowly puts you down on his couch and when you were finally seated comfortably, he rushed to reach for a blanket at the edge of the bed.
Your back felt damp, sweating all over and your fingers definitely feels asleep but clarity of your situation began creeping back. “Yo-Yoongi” You stammer as you realize that he chose to hide you in his bedroom.
“Shh, don’t force yourself to speak. Take it easy. I’m here.” He fixed the blanket around you before crouching down to completely see your face. “Just keep breathing and it’ll go away. I’ve had my fair share of panic attacks so trust me when I say I’ll just be here until you say so. You’ll be fine.”
You trust him as you find yourself focusing on your breathing. Once you find it easy to move your limbs with ease accompanied by a yawn, you know that the worst has passed. If it wasn’t for Yoongi, the situation could’ve escalated and would have made everyone unnecessarily worry about you.
“Thank you.” You manage to speak out. “I feel silly that you caught me looking like that. Sorry.”
Yoongi quietly hums, letting you speak further if you intend to while he reach for a glass of water on top of his side table beside the couch. He offers it and you take it with your hand still slightly shaking. He lets you drink first before he spoke up. “I overheard your conversation with the boys in the living room just before you went to the restroom. I was worried but I don’t know if you want anyone to check up on you. You were taking a lot longer than I expected so I knocked.”
You prop your head in your hands, elbows leaning on your knees. “This is the first time someone has seen me like this. It just took me by surprise when Jungkook mentioned Busan. Next thing I know, all I could think about is to run out the door.”
“I won’t force you to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable. If you want to go home, I could just tell the boys to…” Your hand swiftly sprung out to land on Yoongi’s wrist.
“I’m fine. Jungkook seems so happy when he showed me the games we’ll be playing. I’ll just take a moment then I’ll be back out.” You assure Yoongi with a heavy breath. He wanted to assure you that they’ll understand if you want to excuse yourself for the night but he kept quiet, trusting you that you’ll be fine.
Not a second after, the doorbell rang to alert everyone in the dorm. Yoongi stood up from in front of you, eyes still glued on you as he saw you recognize the person on the front door just from the distinct way the doorbell was rung. “Don’t you dare tell my brother about this” You attempt to stand up, worried that Yoongi might tell Jiyong about your situation.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep this a secret between us. Just promise me that you’re fine before I leave you.” He assures you with his soft smile and gentle eyes as he opened the door and walking out.
“I’m fine Yoongi. Thank you. I’ll just take a minute to fix myself up before I go back out.”
“Take your time. I’ll try to come up with an excuse to keep them from looking for you. I’m sure Jungkook, Jin and Namjoon must be getting concerned by now.” He turns back to you before slowly closing the door.
You find yourself collapsing against the couch, your breathing slowly going back to normal. You heaved and leaned forward to try and stand up once again. When you knew you were fully capable of making a few steps without stumbling or any of your knees giving out, you walked straight to a full size mirror beside the door to fix yourself up. You pity yourself for having been seen by Yoongi like this; your eyes and nose were bright red and a couple of strands stuck to your forehead due to the profuse sweat.
To avoid anyone seeing you coming out of Yoongi’s bedroom in the effort to find you, you quickly and quietly walked out from the comfort of his room when you were sure you were devoid of signs that you were in utter distress just minutes ago.
Jungkook was about to run to find you but stopped when he saw you emerging back to the living room. Completely different from how you looked a while ago, he stares in confusion as you greet Jiyong who was now also present in the living room. Namjoon shares the same confusion as Jungkook. Yoongi was sitting down beside them and he saw the youngest member’s eyes following you as he tries to study your now seemingly normal expression.
Taehyung runs up to you behind the couch, pulling your wrist to ask you to play one-on-one against him. You don’t refuse and you take up space beside him, seated on the floor. Just before the game starts, you turn to look at Yoongi and found him gazing at you. You mouthed Thank you to him and he nods before you got back to play with Taehyung.
Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook were wary when the topic about the MT came up again, you even catch Jungkook kicking Jimin’s feet to stop him from talking. When it was Jungkook’s turn to play again, you notice his eyes anxiously wander back to you from time to time. He must have been blaming himself for making you sad.
Like Jiyong knew what you needed to cheer up the youngest, he offered everyone ramyun as a late-night snack. Jungkook perked up at your brother’s offer while still glued to the screen and what looks like he’s winning against Taehyung. You quietly walked away from the living room to join your brother in the kitchen.
For a while, Jiyong kept quiet as you both hover around the kitchen. Normally, he would shower you with affection, tease you and bug you but you silently wonder why he’s not doing any of those. Your suspicion is confirmed when he starts to rub his hand behind your back as you discard the noodles from each packet. Your gaze dipped to him as stood there silently while emptying the contents of the soup packet unto the boiling pot.
“Noona, can I have that spicy ramen over there?” Jungkook asks, timidly walking over towards the both of you. You notice that he was standing slightly far from you, shoulders hunched and head down. His doe eyes still glistening as he subtly avoids meeting your eyes.
Although you feel bad for him, the corner of your mouth quirked up at him looking so adorable despite him towering over you. He seems to be so intimidating at work especially when he’s so focused but if you could just ball him up right now in your hands, you would.
You beckon him to come closer with your finger. When he was about an arms-length away from you, he opens his mouth to blurt out something. Before he even let out a sound, you pat his head, stopping him from talking any further.
“Thank you for worrying about me.” His eyes gleamed. “I’ll give you a whole bowl of ramyun of your choice. How does that sound?”
Jungkook jumps in glee and he squeezed between you and Jiyong to reach for a packet of ramen. “Hyung, I like her better than you.” He sticks his tongue out then quickly dashes out of the kitchen before Jiyong could even counter.
You chortle. “You heard him. Apparently, they also request my presence every Game Night for my exquisite Culinary Expertise.”
“Well, I won’t argue about your cooking. Sooner or later, they’ll be bribing you for something. Those troublemakers.” Jiyong crinkles his nose, reminiscing all the times he spent with the boys where they’ll prank and tease him.
Yoongi sits back comfortably on the couch when he hears you regain your bright energy as you laugh and mingle with your brother in the kitchen.
Next: pt. 7
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Idol!Seokjin x Actress!reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Jin didn’t think much about it when Taehyung introduced Actress Song Y/n to the group, he wasn’t really surprised either, Tae had made plenty of friends during the filming of Hwarang including the wooga squad.
She was a struggling actress? Cool. She was beautiful? Cool. She was nice to him? Very Cool. She hung out with them often? Awesome!
But what happened when he comes to know her more, her pretty laugh and her pearly smile, her dirty sense of humor and the small heart shaped birthmark on her collarbone?
Will he bury the feeling six feet under? Probably, will he still shamelessly flirt with her? Definitely. Will he ever confess? Hell no!
(A/n: kinda bad, it was my first smau lol. pls don't feel obliged to read it)
Ceo!Yoongi x Heiress!Reader
Theme: fluff, angst, arranged marriage au
Marriage. It was the last thing either of them wanted, but with the pressure of society and family and with no better option other than each other, they get married, much to the delight of their families. Kindness mistaken for affection and hesitation mistaken for hated, how will this odd pair keep their marriage alive? Or will they give up and go their own ways?
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Bear with Me | PJM | 03: Bear Fruit
pairings: jimin x reader
rating: 18+ / Mature
c/w, themes, & more info: fic page | masterpost
special thank you: @helenazbmrskai for your art!
author’s note: Desperately tried to get this out to you all before Mother’s Day, but ended up being late. Hoping this is a nice little gift! 💜
chapter 03 preview:
His eyes find yours again, and you’re left wondering if holding eye contact with your best friend ever resulted in you losing your breath like this in the past.
You grin. “Yes?” you whisper.
“Uh…” Jimin starts to turn a little pink, his eyes narrowing as he smiles bashfully. “Aw, no, it’s stupid!”
“Yeeeesss?” you tease, tantalized at there being something more, especially something stupid.
“And I… I…”
Jimin covers his face.
“You… you filmed your tissue?” you ask, confused.
You reach over for Jimin’s hands and pry them away from his face as he giggles. But when you uncover him, he gazes at you adoringly. Like he always has. Like he never has. Like you want him to from now on.
And he says, slowly, and gently, “I feel like I might miss you.”
03: Bear Fruit
Jimin turns to you and takes you in. How many times has he seen you like this, fresh from a night of passion, smirking like you always do? But instead of raccoon eyes, or clown lips, he sees you.
The everyday, real you.
You as you usually are. But it’s the you that appears just a bit later in the morning, past the hacking cough and iced coffee. The you that had changed back into your clothes, oftentimes his clothes, and would confidently drape herself over the couch during the official roomie debrief, a naughty glimmer in your eye to preface the naughty story hanging on your lips.
It’s disorienting, seeing things, you, out of order.
And it doesn’t occur to him that maybe he’s not exactly in his usual spot when you’re like this, either. He’s usually in the living room with you, not still lying in his bed. But he likes the way you’re lying there with him, both of you truly blissful, relaxed, and content. Bare bodies, bare souls, bare faces. He maybe likes this better, getting to see the freckles on your face that, if you connect them just right, form the Big Dipper.
He wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb, which is chased by his tongue as he drags it over his lips.
Does anyone else know that? he wonders. Does anyone else know the constellations that stretch across your body? Does anyone else know the depth, range, and beauty of your universe?
“Jimin!” you laugh.
“Huh?” he asks, still lost within you.
“You didn’t hear me?” you ask, a bit concerned.
“Uh… no, sorry,” he admits, embarrassed and grinning sheepishly.
“You’re so spacey today,” you comment, missing Jimin eyeing the path of the Big Dipper on you over and over again, drawing it forwards and backwards, making his heart feel restless.
“Still waking up, I guess,” he mumbles happily, lying on his back and pulling you closer into him.
You nuzzle up to him and sigh. “Understandable. I mean…”
Shared smirks and bitten lips, you can barely hold eye contact for a second or two without giggling. After a night like that, filled with so many new moments, so many unbelievably good moments, you acknowledge that it’s a wonder that either of you are forming any coherent words.
“Anyway, what were you saying?” Jimin asks, letting his head rest against yours, both of your bodies drifting on the raft that is his mattress, the clouds that are his pillows and sheets.
“That you probably need to get going,” you yawn, closing your eyes and stretching your legs as you roll into him, your knee resting between his.
He yawns too, holding your knee between his thighs before groaning. “Shit. What time is it?”
You turn your head to look for Jimin’s phone. At some point, during one of your rare breaks, he had grabbed it out of his pants pocket to show you some proofs. But where had it ended up? It’s not on the nightstand. Surely not on the floor --- another crack on that screen, and the phone will be useless.
Jimin moans happily as you feel around for the phone, your body climbing on top of his, hands flat and gliding against the sheets around his frame.
He kisses your neck, making you laugh.
You pull his phone out from under his pillow and smile as your eyes land on the last photo proof that he showed you. He’s only wearing a simple denim jacket and jeans. But he’s got a dreamy look on his face as he runs his hand through his hair, and his raised jacket gives you a peek at his toned figure, as well as the waistband of one of your favorite pairs of his boxer-briefs.
That photo took you right out of the break and into round… Nine? Ten?
“It’s 8:42, and I can’t look at this for very long, or else we’ll have to fuck again,” you tease, showing Jimin his picture.
He laughs and takes his phone from you without paying attention, merely moving it to the nightstand. With that phone and its necessary tether to time out of the way, he can wrap his arms around you and close his eyes, focusing only on getting his lungs to match your breaths, comfortable bodies and hazy minds threatening to fall asleep again.
Jimin barely moves his lips when he talks. “Wait, 8:42?”
“Seriously? I just handed the phone to you.”
“At night?” A grunt. “Did I miss my restaurant shift?”
“It’s the morning,” you laugh, opening your eyes to stare at him, amazed at how he’s missed the sunlight streaming everywhere.
Jimin sighs freely. “Oh, good. I thought we might’ve slept through the entire day. Feels like we did.”
You’re glad he feels so good. Sounds so rested. It’s such a compliment to you, the way he’s lost track of time.
But losing track of time isn’t always a positive.
You stretch again before placing your fingers on Jimin’s eyes. You gently open his eyelids. “You’re going to be late for your shoot,” you repeat, even though you don’t move off of him.
“It doesn’t start until 10,” he complains, shaking your hands off of his face and choosing to bury himself in the spill of your hair instead. “Let’s lie here a bit more. Just cuddle.”
You swing your hair to your other shoulder and place your fingers on his eyes again. “You need to get ready,” you insist, prying them open again.
Jimin frowns, the disapproving face he makes triggers more of your laugh. He takes both of your wrists in his hands and smiles up at you. “Fine then. Wanna tag along?”
Your eyes sparkle, and suddenly, Jimin finds himself wondering how many constellations can truly live inside of a person.
“Really?” you ask.
“Really,” Jimin answers, chuckling.
“You really wanna hang out?” you ask eagerly.
Jimin can’t help but find you cute like this. So excited for something so mundane. “I mean, what have we been doing for the past decade?”
His eyes question what this invitation could have possibly triggered within you, but it’s just as simple as the fact that it’s been a while since you’ve been able to spend a full morning together. Plus, though you’ve seen him model in shows, you’ve never been to one of Jimin’s shoots. You’ve definitely been invited, but you’ve turned almost every invitation down. You’re not exactly sure why --- probably a mix of work or life being crazy, but also your not wanting to distract or get in the way, and not feeling like you fit into that world. Now, the prospect of getting more than just the glimpse you’ve had to see that glamorous side of him suddenly has your mouth watering.
You smile and run a hand through Jimin’s hair at his temple. “Wow. I finally get to see The Park Jimin work his magic.”
“I have to warn you, though,” he replies. “It’s not going to be as cool as you might think it is.”
You roll onto your side, and Jimin faces you, propping his elbow up on his pillow, and resting his temple in his palm.
“There’s just a bunch of standing around and waiting,” he explains.
The makeup and wardrobe teams, cameras and crew, and trendy music and mood-makers that you’d conjured in your imagination start to poof! away, one-by-one, disappearing from the scene you’d built in your mind.
“You’re really selling this,” you say sarcastically, momentarily preferring to let Jimin run off to work while you climb back into your bed to sleep more.
“Well, I’m saying that to balance your expectations. The reason I’m inviting you is less showy and more… selfish.” His eyes fall from yours and start to zig-zag along more of your freckle-bound shapes. “It’d be nice for someone to keep me company,” he admits. “Keep me entertained or something.” He shrugs. “These solo shoots get pretty boring without someone else there, and I think it’s starting to show in my work.”
His eyes find yours again, and you’re left wondering if holding eye contact with your best friend ever resulted in you losing your breath like this in the past.
You grin. “Yes?” you whisper.
“Uh…” Jimin starts to turn a little pink, his eyes narrowing as he smiles bashfully. “Aw, no, it’s stupid!”
“Yeeeesss?” you tease, tantalized at there being something more, especially something stupid.
“And I… I…”
Jimin covers his face.
“You… you filmed your tissue?” you ask, confused.
You reach over for Jimin’s hands and pry them away from his face as he giggles. But when you uncover him, he gazes at you adoringly. Like he always has. Like he never has. Like you want him to from now on.
And he says, slowly, and gently, “I feel like I might miss you.”
You cackle, poking and tickling him. “We live together!” Your stomach twinges from laughing. “You can’t go a day without me?” you tease, delighting in the way Jimin is whining and trying to avoid your attacks while also trying to hug you closer.
He scoops you up, and you lie next to him, both of your heads resting on one pillow now, noses almost touching.
“This is different,” Jimin says, placing that eager thumb of his on the brightest star on your cheek. “You know it is, Red. I’m just not ready to let the day take you from me just yet.”
You wouldn’t have thought there’d be much of a difference, but watching Jimin in his makeup chair at home is vastly different than watching Jimin in his makeup chair on location.
Here, Jimin seems to be a sort of shell of himself, focusing on getting in the right mindspace and letting the professionals swarming him do their job. The tools are tiny, the work meticulous. Small, softened pencils to cover a slight blemish. Miniscule tweezers to set his mane delicately, or take care of a stray. They work stealthily, and Jimin emerges like a glorious, perfect butterfly, ready and armed to take on the challenge of turning inspiration into invention.
You haven’t said anything to Jimin about it, but you’re a little afraid of this world.
The farther he travels into it, the farther he feels from you. Big things are on the horizon for him, which you can tell by the sheer size of the team working on him now. You remember dropping him off backstage to get ready for one of his first fashion shows, and back then, it was just him and your borrowed, old compact.
That wasn’t that long ago.
How long until he leaves you for this world?
You notice that Jimin’s eyes are suddenly on yours in the mirror, and you smile back. You smile softly from the short, leather couch that you’re sitting in at the back of the small room.
“Everything looks great!”
“No,” Jimin says. He turns to you and rests his arm on the cloth of the back of the chair, his team simply adjusting to the new angles and going on about their work. “I mean with you. Everything OK?”
You raise your eyebrows.
“You just look, like, worried, or something?” Jimin replies.
“Not worried, just excited.”
Jimin shakes his head. “Can’t fool me, Red. Excited looks like this.” He makes an exact copy of your face with his, but he turns the corners of his lips up with his fingers. “But you look like this.” He lets go, and the slight frown appears. “That’s worried.”
You laugh at how much he looks like you, unable to deny how accurate he is.
A stylist marks where he’s touched his face with a tiny, soft, flesh-colored pencil.
“Are you feeling uncomfortable?” he asks gently.
“No! No,” you say quickly, out of fear that he won’t bring you to a shoot ever again. “This is fascinating.” You smile genuinely, knowing that he’ll pick it up if you don’t. “Thanks for inviting me.”
Satisfied with your genuine smile, Jimin blows you a kiss.
Sejin walks into the room. “Alright, Jimin, they’re ready for you outside.”
The makeup team clears the chair, and Jimin takes another look in the mirror. One person on the team fixes the fold of the lapel of the luxurious, perfectly tailored, summer storm silvery blue suit that he’s showing off, and Jimin smiles and thanks the team.
He turns back to you and gestures for you to join him, reaching his hand out to you, fingers wiggling.
You smile, stand, join him, and place your hand in his.
Sejin smiles at you. “Hi, Red.”
The three of you walk down the hallway, and you wonder if the bitter note in Sejin’s smile has anything to do with what Jimin pegged you as worried about. He’s in the loop about the plans for the baby, and you know he expects you two to become warring factions.
“How are things with you two?” he asks.
“Good,” Jimin says resolutely, gripping your hand even tighter. “Very good.”
You’re not necessarily sure about the warring, though. If an opportunity presents itself, should your baby really keep Jimin from it? Even if Jimin does want to be present and involved, you’ve always been fully prepared to raise this baby alone.
“This look is amazing,” you reply, eyes scanning over Jimin’s form. “Never thought Jimin would be modeling pieces like these. Hopefully this exposes Jimin’s talent to even more designers.”
“I’m glad you said that.” Sejin’s smile comes off a little more warmly now. “There’s a really famous fashion house called Florilège---”
“Jeez, Sejin, Red’s not in the industry, but she’s not a total shut-in,” Jimin mutters.
“---and if the current projects go well,” Sejin continues, “Jimin could join their lineup.”
“Really?” you ask, in awe.
“There’s talk,” Sejin tells you.
“There’s buzz,” Jimin clarifies. “But buzz can also just be noise.”
“Well, I think that’s great!” you exclaim. “This is everything you’ve been working toward!”
“Glad you feel that way,” Sejin remarks, grinning.
Jimin smiles sheepishly. “Been working toward other things, too, though.”
“Doesn’t matter as much as this,” you point out. “Florilège. Wow.” You look over to Sejin. “We grew up watching their annual show.” And then you turn back to Jimin. “Remember watching it at the house, with the twins and Tae?”
“All of us nestled together on our couch. Popcorn, pizza, and champagne,” Jimin remembers fondly.
“To see you in it would be…” You try not to cry. “That would just be…”
Jimin slows as he sees you catching your breath.
“I’m just proud,” you say, tears squeaking out of your eyes. You place a hand on your heart. “Oh, Jimin. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m---”
He giggles lightly and pulls you into him, hugging you and running a hand through your hair. “Like I said. It’s just buzz, Red. But thank you.”
At the sight of your warm celebration, Sejin’s grin dims just a little.
“Through here,” he replies, gesturing for you and Jimin to enter a loud and bustling room.
Jimin makes sure you’re settled in one of the two chairs set out for you and Sejin before he takes his place in front of the ballet slipper-lit wall, the blue of Jimin’s suit popping even more. Your gaze follows as the photographer places a matching cherry blossom boutonniere in Jimin’s front pocket, but your eyes detour and start following the line of Jimin’s suit jacket, onto his crisp, white tuxedo shirt, the top three buttons of which remain unbuttoned. You bite your lip, catching a glimpse of his collarbone, thinking about how just last night, you were pressing kisses onto him there.
“A great talent,” Sejin comments from beside you.
Jimin feels your eyes on him, and before they start, he winks back at you.
You grin. “Absolutely.”
“He’s just so captivating.”
You laugh fondly. “He’s always been like that,” you observe. “When he has the floor, you can’t rip your eyes away from him.”
Shutter clicks and light flashes surround you. Jimin hits pose after pose, his body language seemingly disinterested, but his fixed stare suggesting something more potent underneath.
“Well, if things keep going the way they’re going, he’s about to get a grand stage. The entire world’s eyes will be on him.”
You turn to Sejin.
“I know,” you say, keen on Sejin’s insistence. “And I know you worry about my plans with him. But I never wanted to interfere with his career in the first place. That certainly hasn’t changed.”
Sejin nods, but he seems unconvinced.
“Glad to know we’re on the same page for now,” he replies. “But as things pick up, you might want to start reexamining your expectations.”
You turn back to Jimin, who’s delicately slipping his hands into his pockets, bending forward, and looking into the camera at an angle.
“Can you give me a bit more?” the photographer asks. “I know the lighting and colors are quite soft, but I want a little more danger in your eyes. Wanna do a bit of juxtaposition. Stella’s wanting to convey just a suggestion of sultry with this next line.”
Jimin pauses, feeling unsure. “Danger.” He nods. “Sultry.”
He looks at you and smiles nervously.
“One sec,” the photographer replies. “I wanna get more broad light at this angle.”
“You won’t be able to lean on him the way you would any other partner when starting a family,” Sejin continues. “Just something to think about.”
Jimin looks at you and Sejin, more nervous at the fact that your worried face has returned.
“Red, come here,” Jimin calls to you.
You look back at Sejin before climbing out of your chair and walking over to him.
“Seriously, is everything OK?” Jimin asks.
“I’m fine, but what are you feeling?” you ask, searching his face, finding it hard to read him under all that makeup, no matter how natural it looks. “What was all that with the photographer just now?”
“Oh, just notes,” Jimin replies. “They need me to be more sultry.” He smirks. “Just need to get into it a bit. Still warming up.”
You smile brightly. “Well, I’ll tell you what I find sultry,” you reply, your voice low. Heated. “These buttons.”
You glance down at Jimin’s chest, hooking your finger above the first buttoned button, which sits between the bottom of the curve of his pecs, and the top curve of his belly button.
You sigh heavily.
“This little glimpse of skin has me thinking about last night.”
“Yeah?” Jimin asks, flattered and shining.
You nod. “Maybe you could think about it too.”
Jimin wants to grab you. Kiss you. Take you right here, in front of everyone, even this older woman who’s adding a bit of setting powder and quickly dusting the fallout landing on the precious boutonniere.
But instead, he has to bite his lip and watch you saunter confidently back to your chair.
“You’re right,” you tell Sejin, “but one thing about me and Jimin…”
“Ready for another go?” the photographer asks.
Jimin nods. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”
He gets into the same position, turning at the same angle, but now, he slips one of his hands into his shirt while looking sideways, just out of frame, as if something is approaching that he can’t control himself about.
“Ooh, I like that,” the photographer comments.
A flurry of eager shutter clicks and light flashes underscore the feedback.
Jimin smirks and looks into the camera, bringing his thumb to his lip while straightening and broadening his chest.
“Ooh, Jimin! That’s great! Yes!”
More shutter clicks. Even more light flashes.
“We lean on each other,” you say, smiling proudly.
And then Jimin just… looks at you. His head tilted. One hand is tucked into his pocket, the other just dangling by his side. His tux shirt has opened wider with his movements and playing. But that look. You don’t know what exactly is playing through his mind. And Jimin isn’t sure how he would even describe it. But if you could open up his brain, you would see visions of you twisted in his sheets, whimpering as he moves inside of you, saying his name over and over again in a trance, lips flush, temples pouring sweat, breasts and chest slick and glistening, legs intertwined and locked together, forearms grasping each other and holding each other together as your bodies break down, shivering and laughing in ecstasy.
That look. Equal parts soft and sensual, conveying that he could kill you, but that he wants nothing more than to die for you.
“Oof. Mr. Jimin. That’s definitely going in the final proofs,” the photographer replies, nodding encouragingly. “I think we’ve got this one, and in record time, no less! So let’s do the next suit. Set up for the green one. I want golden yellow lights in back. And Jimin?”
“Yeah?” he responds.
“More of whatever the hell that was.”
Jimin’s swarmed by his makeup team and ushered back into the dressing room, his candescent eyes still paired with yours.
You know Sejin is looking at you, but Sejin’s eyes can’t compete.
You smile with satisfaction.
“Just something to think about,” you say.
When you regale the twins of recent events, you can’t help but revel in their shared, jealous look.
“Can’t believe you went on set without us!” Eun-jung exclaims, flipping through your phone at the blue suit, and the green suit, and the purple, orange, and black ones after that. “Fuck, he looks amazing!”
“You should go next time he invites you,” you say, leaning back in your chair.
“What?” Eun-kyung asks. “He invites people?”
“Yeah,” you say, smiling. “I mean, other than for closed sets.” Your eyes widen. “Or, at least, he’s invited me before. I’ve just never had a chance to go.” You furrow your brow. “Has he never invited you?”
Eun-kyung and Eun-jung shake their heads in unison. “We’ve been dying to go,” Eun-kyung replies, “but Jimin always says he gets distracted when people are there.”
Eun-jung smiles knowingly at you. “Well, Red here’s a little different.”
“I mean, I guess it’s just one of the best friend things,” you say, but a certain feeling is bubbling up in your gut. A feeling that it isn’t just one of the best friend things that are saved for you and him. A feeling that it’s something more.
You try to tamp it down with a drink of your water, or a bite of your salad, or more of your pasta in this cozy restaurant that the three of you are having lunch in. Eun-jung takes another bite of her sandwich and stares at your phone, while Eun-kyung twirls her straw in her iced tea.
“Tell us more about this Sejin douche,” she says, taking a sip.
“He’s not a douche,” you say, though you suspect he might be. “He’s got to look out for Jimin’s career. I understand where he’s coming from.”
“But decisions are not up to him,” Eun-kyung replies. “Where or how much Jimin works is up to Jimin.”
“Of course, and he’s respectful of that. But I understand his concern. I mean, this baby is fucking with his money. People get crazy when people fuck with their money.”
“You haven’t even gotten pregnant yet, and you’re already worrying about whose money your baby’s fucking with?” Eun-jung points out. “I say we stop talking about Sejin and focus more on how you’re feeling. How things are going.”
“I say we stop talking about me altogether,” you laugh. “Every time we talk, it’s Jimin-this, baby-that. What’s new with you two?”
Eun-jung and Eun-kyung smile, yet another sentence that you’ve shared to highlight that this lunch, your get-togethers, your calls --- they’re just as much about them as they are about you.
“I mean, I guess things are good?” Eun-kyung asks, turning to Eun-jung, who smiles and nods.
“Work’s been really good,” Eun-jung replies. “I’m up for a promotion soon. Didn’t know I’d enjoy working in HR so much. Most of the time, it’s still a bunch of diagrams and workflows and just double- or triple-checking stuff. But it’s nice, getting to support people. Make them feel heard.”
“Aw, ‘Jung,” Eun-kyung gushes. “I’m proud of you.”
Eun-jung beams. “Thanks. I’m…” She laughs a little to herself. “I’m proud of me, too.”
Eun-jung has always been good at that --- looking out for others, and generally connecting on something deeper than you might have originally thought to talk about with her. You’ve missed her warm, kind, sweet heart, and the fulfilled look on her face brings a smile to yours.
“What about you, ‘Kyung,” Eun-jung goes on. “Catch Red up.”
Eun-kyung is a little more outrageous and outspoken than her sister, but Chul has brought out a softer side in her. A side that comes out less like pure aggression, and more about protection. Protecting her loved ones. And you feel so lucky that you get to be part of that list.
“Oh, well, y’know. Chul’s been great,” Eun-kyung offers. “He’s been a little stressed and busy, but I admire how he doesn’t take all that home with him. And yes, I tease him a lot. But he makes me very happy.”
She laughs quietly, eyes brightening.
“We, uh… we actually had sex right before we got here.”
You and Eun-jung gasp and giggle, and Eun-kyung sighs happily.
“Are we doing a debrief?!” you exclaim, and suddenly, you’re 20 again.
“Well,” Eun-kyung says, leaning forward and folding her hands on the table, “we haven’t been sleeping together as often as we did before, but every time we do, it’s incredible. So… natural?”
“Sex is natural,” Eun-jung replies.
“Of course.” Eun-kyung thinks for a moment. “Maybe I mean more… intuitive?”
“Say more,” you smirk.
“Like… we have our tastes, and we’re open to exploring,” Eun-kyung continues, “but because I’ve known him so much longer… and because we have this long-term commitment… we’ve developed a language of our own. We tell each other what we like, praise each other, tease each other… but it’s been a long time since I’ve had to ask him to stop doing something, or let him know I didn’t like something.” She grins. “He just knows me. I’ve never had someone know me like that before.”
Eun-jung sighs dreamily. “That sounds so romantic.”
“It’s impressive, actually,” Eun-kyung says bluntly, blinking with realization. “Usually I have to tell him to do everything else.”
You all laugh, and then you notice that Eun-jung and Eun-kyung are looking at you expectantly.
“Go on,” you laugh.
“Oh,” Eun-kyung says, she and Eun-jung suddenly looking away. “Sorry. I just had the thought that--- Well, no, it’s dumb---”
“No, I had the same thought,” Eun-jung defends.
“Right?” Eun-kyung asks.
“I mean, it’d make sense.”
“And the thought is?” you ask, laughing.
“I wondered if you’d ever felt that with Jimin,” Eun-kyung replies.
“Because you’ve known each other for so long,” Eun-jung adds. “And you know each other so well.”
You roll your eyes. How they continue to manage bringing the conversation back to you, you aren’t sure. “I told you about all the weird times we’d had making the baby, right?”
But then they look relieved, even delighted when you smile, especially given the way you’re smiling.
“It’s not like that anymore.”
The twins laugh and egg you on, but you stand.
“Let me run to the bathroom first,” you chuckle.
You weave through the restaurant, the ambient noise fading in and out as you walk through the dimly lit hallway into the women’s restroom. You find it empty and choose the last stall. And then you hear two other women enter the restroom. Co-workers, if you had to guess.
“He’s being such a dick about the presentation,” one says. You hear her use the sink to wash her face and cool down.
“Yeah. It’s like he doesn’t understand that you’re the lead on this. I don’t know why he has to keep pushing,” the other says, walking over to the paper towel dispenser and pulling the lever.
“I don’t--- oh, thanks.” You recognize the crinkle of brown, rough paper. “I just don’t know if I can make it through the rest of this stupid lunch, let alone this entire project timeline.”
“OK, so the presentation is when?”
“Alright, and today’s the 10th. Mark down the calendar dates as you go, and give yourself a little treat each day for making it through.”
“Like an adventure calendar?”
“A… a what?”
“An adventure calendar? Like at Christmas?”
“You mean an advent calendar?”
“Isn’t that… what… it’s… short… for --- oh my god am I stupid?”
“Advent is, like, a designated time, or something, in the church calendar. Why did you think it was short for ‘adventure’?”
“Like, each new day brought you a new chocolate… so it’s like a little adventure?”
You bite your lip, holding in your fond laughter.
“Oh my god! That’s so adorable!”
“No, I love it! That’s so precious!! Fuck, I’m making an adventure for you for this project.”
The two women laugh and leave the restroom, and though that hilarious and adorable explanation is still ringing off the tiles, something else they’ve said has stuck.
Today is the 10th.
You pull out your phone to double-check.
And then you look down at your perfectly clean underwear.
You rush home, setting your purchases on the coffee table, running around with some additional food that you bought at lunch before saying goodbye to the twins.
You pull two wine glasses and a bottle of red and set those down as well.
And when Jimin returns from work, he finds you sitting on the couch, with dinner prepared, wine goblets full, and a single, unlit candle stuck in a slice of chocolate-cherry cake.
“Ooh, what’s all this?” Jimin cooes excitedly, kicking off his shoes and hurrying to join you.
“Today is the 10th,” you say, grinning.
“And?” Jimin laughs. Suddenly, he looks terrified. “Wait, what celebration have I forgotten? It’s not either of our birthdays. And it’s not our friendiversary---”
You smile excitedly and take his hands in yours.
“I’m a week late.”
Jimin’s eyes widen. “You… you are?”
You nod. “I wasn’t even tracking it. I just---” You start laughing. “I didn’t even realize until I had lunch with the twins today.”
You reach down for a pregnancy test. Just one.
“I haven’t taken it yet, but---”
“Well, let’s go upstairs!!” Jimin exclaims, jumping to his feet and making you laugh. He looks down at the table you’ve prepared. “Unless you want to eat first? Wait, why the spread if you haven’t taken it yet?”
“I told myself that if the test comes back negative, we take this candle out of the cake, and we eat and drink out of remorse. But if the test comes back positive…”
“I don’t know. Maybe we have a little celebration.” You click your tongue. “And you get to drink my wine. Damn.”
Jimin softens at your excited face. How badly he wants that test to be positive. He would give up his life to make that happen. And not just for your serving of wine.
“OK then,” Jimin says.
He holds out his hand, and you take it in yours as you stand.
His free hand reaches down for the chocolate-cherry cake, and your free hand clutches the pregnancy test.
You follow him upstairs to the bathroom, a room that means something so different, so much more to you both now.
Jimin sets the cake down on the hallway table as you take the test, and after you’ve washed up, you sit in your usual spots, eyes happily settled on each other. This wait feels so much better than the others. Not a worry has crossed your mind.
But when your phone timer goes off, your heart pounds uncontrollably.
Almost every time you’ve taken and checked a pregnancy test, the outcome has always been the opposite of what you wanted.
“Well?” Jimin asks, confused when you don’t immediately check the test.
“C-could you look at it?” you ask nervously. “I… I just… I dunno. I’d like you to check it.”
“Are you sure?” Jimin’s eyes scrunch up a bit. “Don’t you want to be the first to… y’know? Know?”
“I guess I just feel like --- and I feel silly for even thinking this,” you explain, blood pressure rising, “but I feel really good, and I feel like if I check the test, I’ll jinx it.”
Jimin crawls over to you and pecks you on the cheek.
“I’ll check the test if that’s what you really want. But you’re no jinx. You’re an angel.”
You sigh and smile at him. “Well, thanks. But I still want you to check it.”
He stands, but he keeps his eyes on you.
“Ready?” he asks.
Jimin turns and reads the test. And then, he looks back down at you with a neutral expression.
“Well?” you squeak.
Jimin disappears into the hallway to get the cake.
When he comes back, there are tears in his eyes, two forks in his hand.
And the candle is lit.
“Oh,” you sigh softly, your eyes glistening.
Jimin sits on the floor next to you instead of in his usual spot across from you.
“You did it, Red.”
“We did it,” you correct him.
He holds the cake out for you, and you blow the candle out.
Suddenly, you shriek and laugh. “Oh my god, we really did it??”
Jimin hands you the cake before pulling the pregnancy test down from the sink. He shows it to you, the word PREGNANT bold and striking.
He switches the cake for the pregnancy test, and you hold it in your hands as if it is your baby.
“Jimin,” you cry, “Jimin. Thank you.”
“Thank you,” he says softly. He leans forward and kisses your lips. “Thank you for letting me be a part of it.”
“I didn’t know if it would be possible,” you say. “Last time was so…”
You try to catch your breath, and Jimin tries to lighten things again by cutting a piece of cake and feeding it to you, little bits of chocolate and cherry flying out of your mouths as you sloppily eat together, laughing and squealing about your baby.
And then Jimin gets that same look on his face. The one that’s currently on newsstands and online, wherever Stella’s new line is being promoted or sold. The look that is equally soft and sultry, fueled by the wonder that is you.
He leans forward, and you share a chocolate-cherry kiss sweeter and fuller than you’ve ever had.
Jimin pulls away quickly, concerned. “Is it… um… would it be OK if we---”
“It’ll be fine,” you purr, reaching for his shirt and pulling him into you again, “it’s safe.”
Jimin nods. “A-and you want to?”
You smile. “There’s nothing else I want to do right now than be with you.”
He wipes tears away from your eyes and kisses you again. Then again. Hungrier. More forceful.
“C’mon,” he says, grinning and getting on his knees.
The two of you stand, and you kiss each other as you navigate through the bathroom, Jimin’s insistent tugging distracting you from watching where you’re going as you accidentally step on the cake and laugh, tracking bits of cake down the hall and into your bedroom.
Suddenly, you’re in his arms, and he’s placing you on your bed.
“Amazing,” he whispers, both of you throwing your clothes off and latching back to each other. “This is amazing. Red, you’re amazing.”
He nestles into your neck and grunts happily with each kiss that he places on your skin.
“No. Jimin, you’re amazing. So patient with me. So willing to give.”
He sits up and looks into your eyes. “You feel this?”
He places your hand on his heart, going a million miles a minute.
He places his hand on yours and grins. “It’s crazy, right? This feeling?”
You sigh. “Insane.”
And then he sinks into you, his perfect lips drawing yours together into pout after pout, whines coming out of you as he imbues each pout with more meaning, more affection.
His hands take yours and slide them above your head. “Don’t move,” he tells you. “Don’t do a thing. Just relax and enjoy this. Let me worship you.”
You smile, feeling ridiculous at these words, and just about to question them, when Jimin places his tongue between your breasts, licking the dip there in your chest before circling around each areola, and taking in each nipple for a taste.
Moaning, you battle your eyelids to stay open, wanting to see how Jimin licks down your center, dipping into your belly button, and sliding down to your pussy. He tastes your flesh as he places his hands on the backs of your thighs. He lifts your legs straight up into the air, and he giggles at the sight of cake between your toes.
“That’s your fault!” you defend.
Jimin smirks. “Well, arguably, all of this is my fault.”
You bite your lip, and Jimin travels up your thigh, circles your knee, caresses your calf, and cleans your toes with his tongue. “Mmm,” he moans, before turning to you and opening his eyes, his eyebrows shooting up just once to accentuate that playful grin.
You want to make a joke about how he should take that look to work with him any time he needs to appear sultry. But you stop yourself, knowing that this look is for you, and only you.
He crawls back down to your mound and arranges your thighs to swing over his shoulders, your now clean feet resting on the swells of his muscular ass.
Pushing forward, Jimin presses his tongue into you, the hot, needy center of you, pulsing with new energy and new life. “So wet,” Jimin moans. “Like always. Good thing, too. I was getting thirsty after that cake.”
You laugh, and he hums into your folds, the buzzing and licking making your hips start to move slowly. Jimin follows you, never leaving you, following the pace you set, and bumping it up when he feels you’re ready for it. When your clit makes itself known, hungry for attention, tightening painfully, he starts to suck, loud smacks of his tongue and your clit quickly separating from his lips or the roof of his mouth under all the pressure he’s building for you, your body shaking throughout.
“You’re shivering,” Jimin notices.
“Just keep going,” you whine, fisting his hair.
He does, and he does more, his fingers thrusting in and out of your entrance. You had already started widening for him during all that foreplay; Jimin’s already three fingers deep into you, their pads stroking the top wall, pressing deep into the ridged spot that lies there.
A particularly good suck and stroke, and you’re sent flying, your heels unexpectedly digging into the dimples above Jimin’s ass and knocking his hips down, a grunt of pain shooting out of him.
“Fuck, I’m sorry!” you exclaim, out of breath, still mid-orgasm, and riding another building on top of this one, given how Jimin is still rubbing your pussy.
“It’s OK,” Jimin says. “I’m just so hard already, and when you did that, my cock---”
You come again, voice shaking now, legs splaying to keep from hurting Jimin again.
He pins both of your knees to the mattress, keeping you wide open as he returns for another course, slurping you up and moving his jaw up and down, shaking his head back and forth, looking up at you with eyebrows raised to make sure you’re enjoying yourself, his proficient tongue the only think latching you to reality.
“God, that was so fucking good, but your cock,” you whine, once you’re able to come down a little.
“I’m fine,” Jimin tells you.
“No,” you say, “I want it inside me.”
Jimin laughs. He kisses your pussy farewell, but only for a moment, given the way he’s dragging the tip of his already milky cock up your sheets and toward your entrance.
“We did it, Red,” Jimin reminds you, “so maybe for tonight… this one can be just for us.”
Your heart does a flip at the sound of that.
Nodding, smile growing bigger the deeper that phrase settles into your bones, you echo, “For us.”
Jimin slides into you, and you’re so slick and prepped that you’re able to take him with one, slightly strained stroke, your body just needing a few more seconds to adjust around him. He pants once he’s inside you, and you’re squeezing his forearms as the burn plays out. As soon as he feels the slightest drop in strength of your grip, he starts to pump into you, slowly.
A couple of strokes in, you whine, and Jimin knows you want more.
He starts to pump faster, watching you, studying you to make sure the corners of your mouth stay up.
When you start to smile, really smile, he knows you’re close.
“Can you hold on for me?” Jimin asks, kissing your shoulder. “I’m almost there.”
“Yes,” you moan, “together.”
You clench, and Jimin lets out a groan, stopping for a moment and letting his head hang forward, his sweat-drenched hair falling and sprinkling your chest.
You start to move your hips, but Jimin lends down and kisses your breasts. “Don’t move. Wanna take care of you.”
Staying tight for him, you watch as he fucks you, his body creating incredibly beautiful lines as he stretches and turns to hit you just right, taking extra care to make sure each movement is so fluid, every single one of his muscles on display as it works to coordinate each pump, each stroke, each slam of his hips into yours as he disappears inside.
“Coming,” you whine, your voice high.
“God,” Jimin whispers, “me too, come for me, so good, so hard.”
Your body shakes uncontrollably, something about the quick succession of all the orgasms Jimin has been giving you, piling up and intensifying as a result, the whole release more than the mere sum of its succulent parts.
And Jimin spills into you, crying out in response to your moans, staying inside you, wanting to burrow even deeper into you, collapsing on top of you and sighing happily, kissing you and growling as you both lie together, climbing down from that high.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, looking up at you from his place on your pillowy breasts.
You think about what Eun-kyung said about Chul reading her mind. And you remember what you told them at lunch. That the last few times you and Jimin have been together have been more than just intuitive. They’ve been revelatory. All this time jumping from bars to frat houses, and the best sex you’d ever have was with in your room your best friend.
“Why?” you ask, after sharing the thought with Jimin. “What are you thinking?”
“That we should’ve fucked in college,” Jimin says desperately. “We should have been fucking the entire time.”
He looks at your stomach. “You hear that, baby? You must be enjoying yourself in there. It’s perfect, isn’t it?”
You cackle, smacking Jimin on the arm and falling into each other with laughter.
Just before you both drift off to sleep, Jimin crawls up to kiss you, sweet and happy.
“But I’m also thinking about how proud I am of you. How thrilled I am. And how much I love you.”
“Love you too,” you whisper, eyes closing, lips curling up into a smile.
“Maybe orange?” you ask.
Jimin smiles and nods, as you walk down the paint aisle of the hardware store. “Orange.”
“Still fits the gender neutral thing we’re going for, right? And I like that orange is a little different.”
Grabbing a light, faint orange swatch and holding it up to you, Jimin repeats, “Orange.”
You nod approvingly, adding the swatch to your collection.
You turn around, and your surprised eyes land on someone who’s a little more clean-cut than when you saw him last, hair cut short and in a respectable, casual suit. But that youthful face still has that charming smile, his eyes wide at the happy coincidence.
He strides over to you and laughs. “Wow, I--- Oh, hey, Jimin! This is--- I---”
Jungkook isn’t sure what to address first. How much time has passed. That both of you are here, together. Or that your more than noticeable round baby bump is protruding toward him.
“Hi,” you say warmly.
You feel Jimin stiffen, but he eases when you wrap an arm around his waist and nestle into him.
“Good to see you,” you add, resting your head on Jimin’s shoulder.
“Yeah,” Jimin says, relaxing, “been a long time.”
“Right?” Jungkook makes more sputtering noises as he takes in the sight of you two. “So are you… is this…”
Jungkook shrugs and just decides to go for it.
“Are you two having a baby?”
You smile excitedly. “Yeah. It’s kind of a long story, but, well…” You and Jimin share a warm, loving look. “Yes, we are.”
“I’ve gotta hear this story.” Jungkook licks his lips. “I saw that there was a smoothie place next door,” he says quickly. “Can you spare half an hour? Catch me up?”
“Sure,” Jimin says, as you look at him to confirm. “It’s our day off. Just browsing while running some errands.”
“Perfect!” Jungkook exclaims. “I was just here for--- Just popped in for---” He holds up a small sewing kit. “Let me go pay and we can walk over?”
You and Jimin wait outside and watch him through the storefront window.
“God. Look at him.”
Jungkook pulls loose change out of his pockets, dropping some coins, and then bending down to pick them up.
You tilt your head to take in that perfect ass, still glorious after all this time.
“Really?” Jimin laughs softly.
“What?” you laugh.
He rolls his eyes. “I’ll just… I’ll never understand it.”
Jungkook joins you outside, and the three of you get a small table on the patio.
“I’ll get our drinks,” Jungkook replies. “Have you been to this place before? I really like their chocolate-banana, but the mixed berry smoothie and the peanut butter cookie smoothie are good, too.”
“I’ve been to one of these,” you say. “Can I get a chocolate-banana with almonds thrown in?”
“Sure thing,” Jungkook says excitedly. “Two of those, one with almonds. Jimin?”
“Peanut butter cookie,” Jimin answers. He turns to you. “That was second on your list, wasn’t it?”
“Coming right up,” Jungkook says, grinning.
He falls into the short line at the window, and you nestle into Jimin’s embrace.
“Careful now,” Jimin comments, “more of this lovey-dovey shit and he’s gonna think you’re taken.”
“Oh, I’m taken,” you say, rubbing your belly, “by this little critter right here.”
You enjoy being off your feet for a little bit and take in the scene around you. The two of you drove out here on a whim, but the suburbs don’t seem so bad to you, anymore. It’s charming to see all the families around, kids biking, parents chatting. Even the hardware store you visited is picturesque, the family who owns it seeming to be a stalwart of the neighborhood. You like how everyone just seems to belong.
Everyone except Jungkook, who returns in his flashy, tailored suit.
He sets the smoothies down, and you start to catch up.
“What are you doing in town?” you ask. “A game?”
“I’m actually just passing through,” Jungkook says, making the coincidence all the more surprising. “Wanted to see my old coaches and check out the new gym on campus. And on my drive back to the airport, I noticed this thread.” He holds up his sleeve. “Didn’t want to rip it, so I just pulled over to find a drugstore or something. Saw this hardware store and found a small sewing kit with scissors.”
“It’s an expensive suit,” Jimin comments. “Gorgeous, too. The button style makes me think it’s a Cecilia piece?”
“Oh, god, no, this is just a knock-off,” Jungkook laughs. “I’m not a model like you. I don’t have that much money.”
Jimin blushes, and you lean forward, excited that Jungkook is in the know.
“So you’ve seen Jimin’s ads??” you ask eagerly.
“Red,” Jimin warns.
“Yeah!” Jungkook exclaims excitedly. “Seen ‘em on buses, in airports, on TV. Really awesome work!”
“Well, thanks, but it’s not like I can afford Cecilia either,” Jimin says. “I just model the clothes. I don’t buy them.”
“Do you still work at that restaurant downtown?” Jungkook asks. “The dean took us there last night. I saw Kim Taehyung.”
“Yep,” Jimin replies. “He doesn’t live at the house anymore, but we see each other almost every day.”
“Tae mentioned the twins, too. Seems like you all stayed pretty close,” Jungkook remarks.
As you chat more, you remark that Jungkook and his team have been doing an amazing job getting more of a spotlight on professional lacrosse, and Jungkook shares that he also works as a project manager in the off season to keep a steady flow of income. Jimin talks about his upcoming trip to Paris for a show, yet another stepping stone to Florilège. And you hug your stomach happily as you explain what happened since you last saw Jungkook all those years ago.
“The morning after, when Jimin picked me up from your place,” you explain. “The reason I was so sick was because I was pregnant.”
“Ohh,” Jungkook replies. “Morning sickness? Yeah, you were pretty nauseated. And I don’t remember you drinking much?” He giggles. “So this is your second baby? Third?”
“Well,” you say, Jimin squeezing your hand as you share, “that first pregnancy didn’t work out. I ended up losing the baby. But that’s why I, uh…” You glance at Jimin. “Why I was so skittish at the convenience store, when we ran into each other. I had just found out I was pregnant.”
Jungkook immediately breaks open, huge tears threatening to fall from his empathic eyes.
“It’s OK. It happens,” you say, looking at Jimin fondly, echoing his words. “Couldn’t have avoided it. And, to be honest, it probably worked out for the best.” You smile. “Because I realized I wanted this.” You turn to Jimin. “And I wanted it with him.”
Though he sounds thrilled, you still catch a wistful note of regret in Jungkook’s voice. “Well, that’s just amazing. I’m so happy for you! I kind of always guessed you two had a deeper connection.” He smiles at Jimin. “You took such good care of her that morning. And you both seem so comfortable with each other. Like, you just are. You being married now makes so much sense.”
“Oh, we’re not married,” you say. “And we’re not in a relationship.”
“Just having a baby,” Jimin laughs, pulling a face.
Jungkook looks at you quizzically. “Wait, so… you aren’t together?”
You and Jimin exchange glances. “No,” you say, when Jimin doesn’t say it.
“So I can still hope for that phone call?” Jungkook asks, grinning at you.
You laugh, and sigh, and roll your eyes. “Jeon Jungkook has better things to do than hit on a pregnant woman.”
“Pregnant or not, I’ll always have a soft spot for you,” Jungkook says with a wink. He devours the rest of his smoothie and sits upright. “Well, I should go.”
“We didn’t make you late for your flight, did we?” you ask.
“No, I’ve still got a few hours. But I’m traveling with teammates. Wanna make sure everyone’s OK.”
“Thanks for the smoothies,” Jimin replies.
“Thanks for catching up,” Jungkook says. “My number’s the same. Keep in touch. Send me some baby photos!”
He stands and shakes Jimin’s hand, but he pulls you into a hug.
“Wow. You even smell the same,” he tells you, giving you a peck on the cheek. And then he looks at you to make sure it’s OK for him to place a hand on your belly.
“Go ahead,” you say warmly.
He does so, and he beams. “Hi---” He looks at you. “What’s the name?”
“No name yet,” Jimin says, sharing a knowing glance with you. All those playful fights. All the lists that only get deleted. But you’re both confident that when the time comes, the perfect name will surface.
“Well, hi baby,” Jungkook replies, his hand nestling into your bump. “I’m an old friend of your mom and dad’s. And let me tell you. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
You and Jimin exchange fond looks, and, with his arm now around your waist, Jimin gives your thigh a soft grab.
“Travel safely!” you tell Jungkook, as he waves goodbye and hops into his car.
And like the vision he always was, Jeon Jungkook follows the night, ephemeral but meaningful and memorable, all the same.
You and Jimin head home, too, sipping on your smoothies on the drive home.
You can no longer help unpack everything from the car, but you do your best to bring smaller items into the kitchen. And when everything’s inside, you help by sorting the groceries while seated at the table, as Jimin puts everything away.
“Those smoothies were good.”
“Yeah. There’s a location by Eun-jung’s office, and we’ve gone there before for lunch or whatever. The strawberry-kiwi one is good too.”
“Not good enough to make Jeon Jungkook’s list, though.”
You smile at Jimin’s competitive streak.
“So, what did he mean?” Jimin asks, trying his best to be nonchalant. “Something, I dunno, about some kind of phone call, or something?”
“Or something?” you tease, making Jimin frown. “It wasn’t anything. We ran into each other a little while after I found out I was pregnant, and I think he was wanting to ask me on a date,” you say, a little starry-eyed.
Jimin seems to be a little jealous, as he is whenever anybody steals the spotlight that you tend to shine only on him, but he can’t help gushing at how cute you look when talking about Jungkook.
“You’re head-over-heels for that guy. Why didn’t you take him up on it?” Jimin asks.
“I was still sorting my emotions out,” you say. “And I wasn’t head-over-heels. I was into him, but not in any particular way.”
“I also didn’t want to start something with someone if I decided to be a parent.”
Jimin nods. “So… you’re kind of against relationships right now, then?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. It seems like you aren’t particularly interested in dating at the moment?”
“I’m not not wanting to date. But I have a lot on my plate right now,” you say, poking at your belly and making Jimin laugh. “And who wants to date a pregnant woman?”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “That Jungkook said he’s got a soft spot for you regardless.”
“Ah, well, the only soft spot I’m concerned about at the moment is the one that’s going to be in our baby’s head.”
You look up at Jimin softly.
“Besides… This is nice, right?”
Jimin smiles happily. “Yes. This is really, really nice.”
You share a smile.
But then, Jimin seems like he wants to say something.
You want to give him an out, just in case he’s feeling uncomfortable.
“And,” you say quickly, “when this part is over, and we’re able to have personal lives again, who knows? Maybe I’ll reach out to Jungkook then. Or whoever else.”
This is the most that either of you have talked about dating as of late, a vast change from the weekly, sometimes daily debriefs that you used to do with him and the rest of your old gang. And though the topic of dating doesn’t seem to be a big deal, it’s interestingly always awkward to discuss with Jimin now. You’re thankful that planning the baby’s room and casually murdering each other over the baby’s name are entertainment enough for you both.
Jimin nods. “When this part is over.” He takes a breath. “All things in due time.”
“Hah! Due time,” you chuckle, shaking your head. “Good one.”
Jimin smiles, his lips thin. “Alright. Well. I’m a little tuckered out.” He raises his eyebrows. “Do you need anything? Massage? Your left leg’s been bothering you again. I can tell by how you’ve been walking and leaning on me.”
“Oh, I’m OK,” you say, heart warming at Jimin’s thoughtfulness, though that wasn’t necessarily the only reason you were leaning on him. “Go rest. Don’t let me keep you.”
“You sure you’re gonna be OK while I’m gone?” Jimin asks.
“I can handle an evening on my own.”
“No, Red,” Jimin sighs. “I leave for Paris this weekend. Remember? You were just bragging about it to Jungkook. My flight’s tomorrow at the ass crack of dawn.”
“Right!” you exclaim. “I’m sorry. Pregnancy brain. I keep thinking a week behind. Of course.”
Jimin looks at you gently. “Say the word and I can pull out.”
“Well. If you had done that, we wouldn’t be here.”
Jimin rolls his eyes and groans loudly. “I’m being serious!”
“Me too,” you say, chuckling. “I’m gonna be fine. Like I said. The twins are gonna check in on me. Tae’s a phone call away, and if he’s still OK with driving you to and picking you up from the airport, then everything’s good.”
Jimin’s eyes linger, but you’re not really sure why.
“Hey.” You stand and walk over to him. “Is it the show? Is that what you’re worried about?”
Jimin raises his eyebrows. “Well, yes, but I---”
“Because you know you’re going to be amazing, right?” you ask. “You know that you’re going to blow them all away, and you’re going to get the Florilège gig the minute they see what you can do.”
He grins and pulls you into him. “Wow. That was nice. Say more nice things about me.”
You laugh. “And you’re smoking hot, absolutely unique, terrifyingly gorgeous, everything always looks perfect on you, you can pull off any color or style, uh, you never had bad morning breath somehow, and your hands are never clammy when I reach for you, and---”
“Ventured out of professional territory, but it’s appreciated all the same,” Jimin laughs.
“Did it help?” you ask.
Jimin shrugs and kisses your forehead. “I was going to say that I think I’m more nervous about being away from you when you’re so close to popping.”
“Don’t say popping,” you say, frowning, holding reverence for the precise delivery room procedure. “It takes a whole team, and tools, and---”
“I’m sorry. You know what I mean.”
“And that part I’m not worried about,” you say. You want to reassure him. You want him not to worry about you while he’s gone. “We’ll manage, however it happens. And I’ll be just fine even if you’re not here.” You grin. “I just want you to be good.”
Jimin nods slowly. “Good. Yes. I’m good.”
“Ooh,” you say, all this talk of the trip, and dating, and wanting Jimin to relax, sparking an idea. “What if you meet some super hot French model? You know. A Brigitte Bardot type.” You smile. “You’ll get to fuck someone who isn’t the size of one of Jungkook’s teammates.”
Jimin just laughs. But then his eyes fall to the ground, and all you can do is smile uncomfortably in the silence that follows.
“Alright. Well, if that’s all.”
Jimin detaches from you and heads to his room.
You grab a few snacks and head upstairs, but that night doesn’t quite settle for you. Sometimes, you sleep wonderfully. But sometimes, you get cramps, or your feet ache, or your back hurts, or you have a hard time finding a comfortable sleeping position. And the only thing that helps you is having Jimin next to you. He’s been so giving of his time, his mind, his effort, and his body. You want him to be able to rest properly before this huge show, not wanting to disrupt his sleep, especially given the international travel, and even more so if you can’t proactively figure out what you might need from him to soothe you.
Hours later, you find yourself creeping down the steps and knocking at his door.
“Jimin?” you ask.
His voice is clear and strong, with no trace of sleep.
“Can I come in?”
You walk inside and find Jimin sitting upright in bed, scrolling through his phone.
“What’s up? Everything OK?” he asks.
Jimin motions to the light switch by the door, and you flip off the lights before climbing into bed with him. He sets his cracked phone down on the nightstand, and you curl into each others’ arms.
You both finally seem to relax once your bodies are intertwined.
“You couldn’t sleep either?” you ask, closing your eyes.
“No,” Jimin says, closing his eyes, too.
“You said you were tuckered out.”
“Just had a bit of a busy mind, is all.”
You take a breath, your body starting to feel warm and heavy.
“I wanted to say one more thing. Before you go. You should know.”
“Our baby,” you whisper. “Our baby kicks like crazy whenever I even think about your trip.”
You reach for Jimin’s hand and place it on your belly. It doesn’t happen when you imagine Paris, with its cultural landmarks or fashionable reputation. But when you think about how you’ll feel with Jimin so far away, how alone and scary the world will be while you’re like this and without him there, your heart fills with dread. You don’t know what pregnancy looks like without Jimin right by your side.
And then, your baby starts to breakdance like crazy inside of you.
“Whoa,” Jimin gasps, his hand pressing more firmly on your stomach in response. “Aw. Shh. Baby. It’s OK. I’ll be home before you know it.”
“I think our baby is just so excited and proud of you,” you tell Jimin, your voice starting to soften.
“Well, baby, I’m excited and proud too,” Jimin replies softly.
“Gonna miss you,” you mumble. “So much.”
“Aw, I’ll miss you too, baby,” Jimin whispers.
“No,” you say, consciousness fading. “Me. I will.”
You’re barely awake, so you don’t notice, but Jimin goes rigid. And then he turns into you, carefully sliding his hand up your belly, up your arm, and to your chin. You feel his fingers trace your cheek.
“Oh, Red,” he whispers, moreso to himself, knowing that you’re dozing off. “You don’t even know.”
You aren’t sure why charting is making you cry, but given how your week without Jimin has unfolded so far, you aren’t surprised.
As she rounds the corner and passes the nurse’s station, Marielle notices your sniffling, and she immediately sets down her supplies.
“Hey, Mama, is everything OK?”
“Just hormones,” you say, shaking your head, though it helps a little to hear Marielle’s voice. “Been swinging like crazy lately.” You hold up the chart that you were checking. “This chart didn’t have AM or PM stated for the last dose. It’s a chart from the day shift, so I know they meant AM. But I just…” You whine. “I just lost it?”
Marielle nods. “The first one is a little tougher because you don’t know what to expect. When I was pregnant with my first, I once cried because my fridge light came on a millisecond too late.”
“Well, I feel stupid,” you mutter to yourself, wiping your eyes. “Why did I even decide to--- How did I---” You bury your head in your arms on your desk. “I can’t do this---”
Marielle leans on the counter and peers down at you. “Of course you can.”
You look back up at Marielle, fresh tears streaming down your cheeks. “What I meant was… I can’t do this without him.”
Marielle looks around and sits down next to you.
“Are you still, y’know? Sticking to your arrangement?”
You nod. “Everything’s been going so well, but I hadn’t anticipated how hard it was going to be, doing this alone.” You shrug. “I know if I had just done it myself, I would be used to it by now. But without Jimin here, I feel like losing my mind.”
“It’s a hard thing to do even with an entire family around you,” Marielle empathizes.
She pulls a couple of tissues from the box beside you and hands them to you. You look at her gratefully before wiping your tears.
“You’re doing great, Mama,” Marielle replies, patting your shoulder. “When you’re in the middle of an emotional outburst like this, be kind to yourself. And remind yourself that this is just part of it.”
“This is just part of it,” you repeat. You think back to Jimin. How he once told you that things were just things that happened. That they didn’t mean nearly as much about you as you might’ve thought they did. That you’re not doing anything wrong. Things just happen.
Marielle smiles when you mull over her words and look just a little lighter.
“Didn’t think you’d have to coach me in life as well as in work,” you laugh sheepishly.
Marielle grins and arches an eyebrow as she stands, going back to what she was doing before this supportive little pit stop.
“Ah, but that’s mentorship enlightenment,” she replies, picking her supplies back up. “The best lessons are ones that apply to both.”
Marielle takes her leave, and you return to your work.
When the unit hits its midnight lull, your phone rings.
You had been dozing off a little, eyes blurry from the paperwork you were checking, but when you see that it’s Jimin calling, you pick up immediately, placing your earbuds in and uselessly checking your hair and face in the preview window before accepting his video chat.
“Hey,” you say, smiling into the camera. “Shit. You look amazing. Uh, sorry, I’m a little---” You gesture to the messy bun and messier visage. “I’m at work.”
Jimin beams back at you, propping his head up against what looks like the headboard in his glitzy hotel room. “You look beautiful, Red. And I’m so, so glad to see you.”
You know he’s just making you feel better. It’s hard to have any confidence in that department, especially with his look from the day still painted on. Strong blue liner with a tiny, matching gem pasted just under his eye. Hair perfectly styled and tousled.
When you frown out of… Jealousy? Self-consciousness? Missing him? You don’t know why you frown, but when you do, he does too.
“Busy shift?” he asks. “What can I do?”
“I’m OK.” You force a smile. “Anyway, it’s quiet now. How was your day?”
“Had a great rehearsal,” he tells you excitedly.
“Did that one director make a scene again?” you say protectively, furrowing your brow.
“No,” Jimin laughs. “God, Red, that was really cute.”
You smile genuinely now.
“It was all a misunderstanding, anyway. Sejin didn’t have the most updated information for the concept, and I was able to work it out on the fly. But by the end of the day today, everyone seemed happy and, well…”
“I’m officially on the list for Florilège.”
You have to remind yourself that you’re at work before you squeal.
“Jimin!” you whisper, the phone shaking in your excited grasp. “Florilège!!”
He laughs. “I know!”
“You did it,” you say proudly.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he tells you. “Remember the Stella shoot? Um, what you, uh… told me to think about?”
A mischievous grin pops up on your face.
Jimin mirrors it. “That’s the standout piece that really clinched it.”
“You haven’t even walked in the show you’re there for yet, and you’ve already booked Florilège,” you sigh. “There’s no stopping you.”
You feel a weight press onto your back when you say it.
Jimin’s expression tells you he might be feeling the same way.
“Yeah, well… Onto more important things,” he says. “How are you?”
You smile warmly. “Baby’s great. Healthy movement. Feeling good.”
“I’m glad the baby’s feeling good. But Red, notice that I asked how you are,” Jimin repeats, bringing the phone closer to him and making it feel like he’s leaning into you when he calls you out.
You chuckle. “I’m fine.” You raise your eyebrows, unable to hide everything. “Well, y’know… things have been a little taxing. But fine. Happy.”
Jimin smiles. “Not to worry. I’m on my way home to you soo---”
“But tell me more about Paris,” you insist, not wanting to trouble him. “What else have you---”
A flurry of voices interrupt your conversation, and you realize he’s in the lobby rather than his room.
“Jimin!” a woman calls out. “Are you coming or not?”
“Be right there!” Jimin calls back.
“Don’t take too long!” another woman chimes in.
“Car’s pulling up in a few minutes!” a third woman adds.
More voices overlap, turning into a monstrous laugh.
Jimin laughs along and looks back at you. “OK, gotta go! A group of us are getting a drink or two to celebrate and unwind, and then---” He smiles off-screen at someone. “I said I’d be there in a second!!” His eyes linger on them for a moment as he finishes his response to you. “And then we’re heading back here early to sleep and prep for tomorrow.”
He smiles even bigger and brings the phone closer to him again, to where all you see are his eyes and nose.
“You’re gonna watch the show, right?” He blinks. “You got the livestream link I sent?”
“Took the next three days off to make sure I could watch it, and to be home when you get back here,” you say, grinning. “Tae and the twins are even coming over to watch, like in college.”
“Sad I’ll have to miss that,” Jimin chuckles.
“Well, I mean, you’re going to be in the show. And it seems like you’re having plenty of fun,” you remark, a little dejectedly.
“I know, but---”
“Jimin!” someone else calls, and Jimin jumps to his feet.
“OK, gotta go, but I’ll call you later, mwah!” he exclaims quickly, sending you a kiss before the screen goes dark.
As the call ends, and his profile picture returns, you smile sadly at the face that you selfishly, almost, almost wish had stayed home.
Buying things shouldn’t be this hard. The list is short and simple. The store’s not far. And to be fair, Tae and the twins have insisted that they will bring everything that you need.
But you want to contribute and participate, too. You just didn’t account for the fact that your ankles are particularly swollen today, and you’re too self-conscious to nab the motorized cart to drive instead. So, here you are, straining with each step, attempting to shift some of your weight onto your cart but finding it hard to do so with your baby in the way.
“Almost home,” you sigh, rubbing your stomach. “Just cooperate with me. Please.”
Your baby has been dancing on your bladder. You don’t care if you leak. You’re wearing a diaper and two sets of underwear under your leggings anyway. You just wish it would stop.
And your mind can’t stop wondering about what Jimin’s doing to get ready. Did he get too drunk last night? And if he did, who helped him this morning? Sejin? Or was it one of the millions of models that went to get drinks with him?
More importantly, how is he feeling? Is he nervous? Scared? He shouldn’t be. He’s about to rocket into fame, but he has the talent, and he’s paid his dues. Does he know that? Of course he knows that, but does he need reminding? Should you text him? But if you text him, will you be bothering him?
You finally find the popcorn --- why you nearly started crying when you didn’t find it and the champagne in the frozen pizza section, you chalk up to a mix of hormones and pregnancy brain --- and you race as fast as you feel comfortable racing to the checkout line.
When you get there, the cashier gives you a friendly smile and starts to scan all your things.
“How are we doing today, Mom?” they ask.
“Doing well,” you say, hoping that keeping the talking to a minimum will speed everything up so that you can go home.
“You look well. Got that pregnancy glow,” they comment.
You know they mean well, but all you feel is pregnancy blows to your body.
The cashier finally takes the hint, but they can’t help quizzically holding up the champagne bottles and looking at you.
“Not for me,” you sigh. “For guests.”
The cashier nods and finishes bagging your things up.
Soon enough, you’re home, your second diaper threatening to leak, and you have just enough time to change before Taehyung comes in.
“Hey, Mommy!” he calls happily through the front door. “It’s Taehyung, by the way! I, uh, used my key because I---”
You waddle down the last few steps, and over to the door.
“Hi, baby!” Taehyung cooes, hugging your stomach before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I hope it’s OK that I opened the door, I figured you might have your hands full or---”
“Perfect,” you say, a little out of breath. “I was upstairs changing, so that worked out well.”
“I, uh, brought the guys, if that’s OK?” Taehyung asks. “I texted you before we left the restaurant from our breakfast shift, and---”
“Everything’s great,” you say, grinning. “I bought more treats once I got your text. Hey, guys!”
“You went to the store?” Taehyung asks, as Yoongi, Jin, and Hobi join you at the door, carrying trays of food with them.
“Aww,” you say, your eyes glistening as you see them all standing on your porch. “You… the food is…”
“It’s more of that one dish we were experimenting with,” Jin explains, holding up his tray. “The one Jimin said you liked?”
Your chin quivers.
“You OK?” Yoongi asks quietly, as Jin and Hobi look on, horrified. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to---”
“No,” you cry helplessly, “it’s partially the hormones, but honestly? I’m so touched.” You sniffle. “I haven’t hosted people in a while, and I was afraid we wouldn’t have enough food, and I’ve just kind of been puttering around by myself, so…”
“Well, we’re not Jimin, but we’ll do our best to help,” Hobi says confidently, as Taehyung welcomes them all in and wraps an arm around your shoulders.
You follow them into the living room, and the guys shift between marveling at the spread you’ve already set up, as well as chiding you for working so hard.
“Really, Mommy?” Taehyung asks. “Decorations?”
He whips around to look at you in fear.
“Did you go shopping? We said we’d take care of the food, and Jimin said not to let you walk around because your ankles have been swelling so badly!”
“Drinks, too?” Hobi asks, staring at the champagne bottles and plastic glasses. “You really went all out.”
“Worked out well though, right?” you ask, wiping your tears.
“Like his ad,” Yoongi compliments, as you both take in the celebration you’ve planned, all the colors matching the ones in Jimin’s now-famous Stella photo.
Yoongi looks down at his tray. “So, where do you want all this?”
“Anywhere’s great, thank you,” you say gratefully. “And make yourselves comfortable! It’s a little messy, but---”
You catch a pair of Jimin’s boxers on the couch, no longer able to fit you, but that you kind of just keep lying around, like a safety blanket. “Sorry, I’ll---”
“Come sit, Mommy,” Taehyung replies, taking the boxers from you. “I’ll go put these in Jimin’s room.”
“Hello?” you hear Eun-jung call through the open door.
“In the living room!” Taehyung calls back, and for a moment, as you take your seat, you close your eyes and pretend it’s a decade earlier. Your roommates are coming home. The weekend is officially starting.
Smiling warmly, you welcome the twins and Chul from your spot on the couch, and everyone settles in to prepare for the show.
“He said he has three looks, but he kept warning me that he’d only be on screen for like, two seconds at a time,” you explain. “And that he isn’t totally sure about the camera angles, because part of that is done a little on the fly, but each model gets at least one good close-up.”
“Did you see his billboard on the drive over?” Hobi asks excitedly, pouring the champagne for everyone.
“Yes!” Eun-kyung exclaims. “They just put it up, maybe even last night, I think!” She turns to Chul. “We didn’t see it there on our way to visit your mom, did we?”
“No, that was new,” Chul agrees. “He looks great. Made me wanna buy one of those suits.”
“So is this also a Stella show?” Eun-jung asks.
“It’s supposed to be a showcase of a bunch of different designers, variations on three themes,” you say. You look up at the TV screen as music starts to play on the livestream welcome screen. “I wonder if he’s nervous. I’m so nervous for him.”
Taehyung smiles warmly at your expression. “I think he’s feeling just fine, knowing you’re here supporting him.”
“I mean, we all are, right?” you ask, your eyes glued to the screen.
Taehyung exchanges looks with everyone, smiling at Eun-jung next to him.
“Yeah. Of course. He totally cares that we’re all here.”
You aren’t sure why Eun-jung snort-laughs softly, but with the show starting, her laugh floats in one ear, and out the other.
The show starts with a musical performance from some French rapper you haven’t heard of before, but whose music you really like, filled with great bass lines and electronic accents.
And then models start to walk.
This first round seems funky and fashion-forward, with all sorts of props and bright colors dotting the stage.
You nearly fall out of your seat when Jimin appears.
“Oh my god, there he is!” Eun-kyung exclaims.
You all watch with wide, excited eyes as Jimin struts fiercely down a catwalk, his now-blonde hair sticking up all over the place, wearing a bright yellow poncho with black and gold squares peppered in, sitting over gold-outlined but transparent shorts, which are over a pair of yellow boxer-briefs, the poncho covering anything to scintillating for public viewing.
“He’s blonde now?!” Hobi exclaims.
“He wasn’t yesterday!” you say.
“How is he pulling that poncho-thing off?” Eun-jung sighs.
“If I wore that, I’d look like Big Bird,” Jin agrees. “It’s so yellow.”
“Do you see the inspiration, though?” Yoongi, ever the sophisticate, asks. “Klimt’s The Kiss, maybe?”
“That makes sense,” Eun-kyung replies. “The model before him had all those balloon lips stuck to her.”
“And the couple of models before them had on all those bold lipsticks,” Hobi says, as Yoongi nods wisely.
There’s another musical performance from a different artist, who you recognize, and whose music is a little more subdued, like an R&B bossa nova.
The next round of models look a little more glamorous, long gowns brushing the catwalk, everything screaming elegance and sophistication.
“Ooh, that’s more like it,” Eun-kyung says, leaning forward and getting more popcorn to shovel into her mouth.
“Great,” Chul sighs playfully, “what are you gonna make me buy for you now?”
“As if,” Eun-kyung cackles, popcorn bits flying. “These pieces are so expensive that they have their own insurance plans, pal.”
“Pal?” Chul asks, pulling a face for the rest of you and making you chuckle.
“I’d be so nervous handling something like that,” Taehyung admits, curling his fists next to his cheek. “I mean, I’ve already spilled popcorn butter all over my pants.”
“You’d probably do better than you think,” Eun-jung compliments, making Taehyung smile.
“I think I see him coming,” Jin points out. “I think he has a hat on!”
You look up, and Jimin is now dressed in a pinstriped black fedora and a beige trench coat clipped together at the collar with a gold chain. His sleeves hang off of him, and his slicked back hair makes him look so powerful. Mysterious, even.
When he reaches the end of the catwalk, he shifts his weight back onto his right leg, does some quick snap with his hand at his neck, and in one beautiful, flowing movement, much like a bullfighter’s cape, swings the trench coat around him and drapes it over his back, holding it in place with his finger, revealing a luxurious, black, silk, pinstriped suit, and black, leather mules. The lining of the trench coat is a glimmering silver, and it brilliantly catches the light as he turns it over, a genius move to show off the piece.
Interestingly, and unlike all the other models in suits, Jimin isn’t wearing a tux shirt underneath. You think of the Stella shoot. You ogle his chest once more, and your baby starts to kick.
“Goddamn,” Chul breathes.
“No kidding,” Hobi replies.
“He looks like a sexy detective,” Eun-jung laughs, sliding her head from side to side. “He just woke up in the middle of his slumber, and now he’s got a murder to solve!”
“Also, it’s somehow 1930, and he wears pajamas that look like his street clothes?” Jin adds, making everyone laugh.
Though it’s not a close-up, Jimin removes his hat, a curl of hair dangling by his eye, bows down a little, and then throws a wink and smirk to the camera before he twirls and heads back up the catwalk.
You all shriek like banshees at the wink, and Yoongi jumps up, holding his stomach and doubling over.
“Oh my god, that fucking tease,” he laughs, collecting some of the empty plates and bowls that have piled up and taking them into the kitchen.
“Yoongi, you don’t have to do that!” you call out.
“It’s no problem.” Yoongi wiggles his butt as he walks and then turns to the group, shooting you all a wink, making you all cackle again.
A third musical performance takes place now, and the song oozes sensuality. The lighting changes to something a little more suggestive, soft and deep gem tones. And the song, which is also being sung in French, starts to turn into more of a collection of smutty whispers, moans, and grunts set to computer bleeps and blorps.
“What is this?” Yoongi asks, grimacing.
“Dunno,” Jin says, eyes wide with interest as he holds up his phone to record the song and add it to his library.
Taehyung leans over to read the title.
“Not my kind of thing,” Eun-jung shrugs, frowning.
Taehyung leans back, looking away. “Totally. Me neither.”
Models start to walk, and they’re wearing more experimental gear now. Leather. Straps. Silver buckles and studs. This theme is playing more with the human form. You’re starting to see more and more skin as time goes on, and you have the absurd thought that Jimin, who might be last, might end up being completely totally naked, if things keep escalating at this rate.
Not that you’re complaining.
“Oh god, what world are we about to enter?” Eun-kyung wonders under her breath.
“Very BDSM-y,” Chul says.
Eun-kyung’s eyes brighten with surprise as she turns to Chul. “Oh yeah? And what do you know about BDSM?”
Chul just smiles, and Eun-kyung chuckles pleasantly as she nestles into him. “Maybe that’s what I’ll get you to buy next,” she teases.
“They all look like gorgeous warriors,” Hobi remarks, unblinking. “Those girls. Those guys. Fuck. I bet Jimin’s buried under all sorts of juicy c---”
Taehyung elbows him hard in the gut.
“We’re not in the kitchen right now, Hobi,” Jin says through grit teeth.
“He probably is though,” you agree, somewhat sadly. “Buried under all sorts of juicy whatevers. I’d be surprised if he came home at all.”
“Well, he is coming home,” Taehyung says strongly. Dutifully. “And I’m picking him up bright and early and bringing him straight to you.”
You smile at Taehyung, feeling so comforted and reassured.
“Is that what you’re bringing home, then?” Jin asks, eyes enormous.
You all look back at the screen, and Jimin is wearing nothing on top but a harness.
A black, leather harness, two straps that circle his arms, and one strap that clips across his bare chest, silver buckles gleaming under the lights. He’s also in tight, black pants that, at first, don’t seem all that different from the ones Taehyung has just spilled butter on. But when the crowd is plunged into darkness, splashes of neon start floating around, disorienting everybody other than the dedicated models who work to keep the illusion going.
When the lights turn back on, Jimin is standing at the front of the catwalk, and he moves to place his thumb on his lip, like you’ve seen him do so many times. But when he actually drags it down, he doesn’t touch his lip at all. He travels just under his lip, onto his chin, and down onto his chest, and even further down, tracing the line down his abs, everyone knows they’ve just seen him do something uniquely phenomenal.
“Holy shit!” Eun-kyung cries, nearly tearing out her hair as everybody explodes into squeals, screams, and laughter.
Jimin smiles cheekily as if he can hear you, his close-up easily the best one of the night.
“That was incredible!” Hobi screams at the screen, clapping his hands so loud that they boom like thunder. “I can’t--- I’m--- I’m speechless!!”
“What the actual fuck?” Jin cackles. “We had a world-class supermodel waiting tables at our stupid restaurant this entire time!” He guffaws. “Some kid spit up on him last week! And now he’s doing this shit?!”
“Always knew he could do it, though,” Yoongi replies, smirking.
“He’s such a natural,” Chul replies.
“It’s just in his blood,” Eun-jung agrees.
“I mean, can you see him doing literally anything else?” Eun-kyung asks.
With proud, happy, and terrified tears in your eyes, and the continued mind-blown whoops and hollers of your dearest friends blanketing you, you realize that you can’t.
You can’t see him doing literally anything else.
Definitely not cleaning up spit-up from a harness, or a suit that has its own insurance plan.
You don’t remember falling asleep. You remember Yoongi, Hobi, and Jin helping clean up for you. You remember Taehyung putting your laptop and cables upstairs before spending the night and driving to the airport. You remember Eun-kyung and Eun-jung asking if you wanted company as you waited for Taehyung and Jimin to get home. And you remember Chul asking if you wanted him to drive you and the twins to the airport behind Taehyung’s car so that you could see Jimin as soon as he landed.
But you ended up falling asleep on the couch, the house clean, the beds made, and the dishes done.
Feet propped up on the pillows to drain the liquid from your swollen ankles.
Clothes draped over your tired, scarred body.
This is what your new life will look like. Jimin will be globetrotting, barely home, if he continues to call this place home at all. Given how successful his show was, and how much crazier Florilège will be, you’re preparing for the first time in your life that Jimin’s best case scenario equals your worst.
Every now and then, you wake up. But you lie still. And you talk to yourself when you feel the baby starting to kick.
You feel dumb for not talking yourself through this before the day he’d arrive, but you need to prepare.
There’s no reason to cry. And you hold no anger in your heart. You’re going to wish him well. You’re going to thank him for everything he’s done for you. Because, truth be told, it was everything you really needed from him. There was never a guarantee that he’d stick around long enough to live out that daydream you keep having, taking pictures on the shore. Hell, there was never a guarantee that he’d stick around long enough to actually paint the baby’s room orange.
It’s better this way.
You both get to live out your dream.
You hear the door open gently, and you stir in your sleep so much that you wake.
“Don’t get up.”
You turn and see Jimin standing there, wearing the same clothes he did when he left, just a pair of jeans and some white t-shirt. But he looks completely different. For one, he’s blonde, with some streaks of temporary color in his hair, purples and pinks. And second, he’s a famous celebrity that’s just returned from one of the fashion capitals of the world.
How or why he’s standing in your living room, you don’t know.
“Hey,” you whisper, starting to move.
“Just stay there.”
He smiles happily.
“God, it’s so, so good to see you.”
Even though you’d already made the plan not to in your head, and even though you’ve been through this with your baby over and over again in your little two-minute chats, you start to cry.
“Whoa, whoa,” Jimin says, “why---”
“I’m sorry! I’m just so… I’m so proud of you!”
Jimin laughs. “Aw, well---”
“And, if I’m being honest, I just… You looked so immaculate and perfect, and you’ve been working so hard, and ugh, I wish I could jump up and hug you, but I’m so tired, and in pain, and I-I can’t s-stop---” sniff! “---crying! And my ankles won’t go down, and I can’t rest on the cart at the grocery store, a-and I have s-stretch marks all over m-my stupid---” sniff, sniff! “---body!” you whine, tears as plump as your midsection rolling down the chubbiest cheeks you’ve ever had.
Jimin just smiles.
He gently pads toward you, setting his bag down on the floor and helping you sit up on the couch, before he kneels at your feet. He kisses them as you take big, heaving sobs.
As he runs his hands under the hem of your sweater, you let out tiny whimpers, breaths still jagged, eyes blurring and clearing as you blink the tears out of them. His delicate fingers slide up the slope of your belly, taking the fabric of your sweater with them, his lips chasing quickly after.
“I dunno about stupid,” Jimin says thoughtfully. He smiles, and he almost looks proud. “I think they look like lightning bolts,” he says admiringly, tracing them. “It’s like, wow, the power you carry.”
When you hear him, see this, and feel his touch, you fall silent, unspeakably unable to look anywhere else.
“Hi baby,” he mumbles to your belly, happily, eyes bright.
You start to smile, and you take your first even breath in hours.
He presses his cheek against the left side of your stomach, and then moves to press his other cheek against the right, making a kissy noise at each soft touch.
“See that?” he asks excitedly, returning to his original position, his lips grazing your skin with each vowel. “How I’ve just greeted you? Well, there’s a story there. I was away for work. In France. It’s far. You’ll learn.”
The baby kicks, and Jimin feels it on his nose, making you both laugh.
“But, y’know what? I missed you so much. Too much.”
“The show seemed to go well, I think. I really couldn’t tell you, but lots of people were talking about it afterwards. And the week before it was nice. Sejin told me that we went to the Louvre at some point. I have a picture of me standing next to the Mona Lisa. And one of me at the palace at Versailles. Apparently, we ate dinner at the Eiffel Tower.”
You pay rapt attention as Jimin’s smirking eyes rise to meet yours.
“But honestly, I remember none of that.”
You raise your eyebrows. His words are soulful, and meaningful, but your heart is also aching. How could you, Blubbery, Irrational, Temperamental, Constipated, Haggard You so cruelly distract him from this amazing, once-in-a-lifetime experience?
“All I remember is having coffee before the show, Sejin yammering on about something, and looking up at this photographer and stylist doing that, pressing their cheeks and kissing the air.”
He giggles as he pokes his cheek, and then pokes the side of your belly.
“It looked weird, but also… I dunno… Kinda cool? Like, chic?”
You giggle too, sending your precious, plump baby bump thumping into his chin. And when it does, he presses a sweet kiss to you.
“When I saw that, I asked Sejin about it, and he told me that they do that there. They call it, well, it’s the French word for ‘kiss’.”
His lips form a prime Park Jimin™ pout.
“Bisou-bisou,” you whisper softly to yourself, completely enchanted.
Jimin’s eyes glimmer at the sound of your voice. He bites his lower lip, and in that moment, you feel so incredibly adored.
“I couldn’t wait to come home and show you,” he says, talking to you now.
A soft breath, and then a smile, and suddenly, the weight, not just on your chest, but in your back, and your legs, and your arms, and your neck, down to your cracked bones, just… lifts.
Jimin stands, and then bends down over you, meeting your lips with his own, kissing you sweetly and happily. As his hands run up your arms, the kiss starts to shift into something else. It’s hungrier, maybe even a little impatient. His fingers twist into your hair, thumbs cradling your cheekbones, palms sliding behind your head and supporting you as you melt into his hold. He grunts softly as you run your hands up his stomach and chest, and you realize that you’re reaching for him so frantically that your nails are nearly digging new troughs in addition to the ones that already exist on his chiseled landscape, the ones he had dared to touch in front of millions of people, but only you can touch now.
“Red!” he squeaks and laughs, pulling away from you with surprised eyes.
It’s jarring, hearing your name.
“What?” Jimin asks, surprise turning into concern as he tries to understand why your brows are raised, your eyes are giant, and your lips are domed into a frown.
“It’s been a while since…” You raise your brows higher, the realization hitting you hard. Your hands hug your stomach, running over your precious bump. “I mean, whenever I go anywhere now, or see anyone, people just call me ‘Mom’ or ‘Mama’ or ‘Mommy’, or…”
It was something you hadn’t anticipated. You’ve been so busy thinking about your new identity as a mother. You hadn’t realized you might’ve had to process, and maybe even mourn, the loss of the things that made you you.
Jimin rests his head on your belly.
“Red,” you chuckle. “Who even is that anymore?”
“Do you need reminding?” Jimin asks.
You really shouldn’t have said anything. “Nah, I---”
“Because I can do that,” he says with a smirk. “If you’ll let me.”
Rolling your eyes, you hoist yourself up with your elbows and rest the small of your back against the back of the couch. “Whatever, Jimin.”
“I mean it.” He stands, and as his plan comes together, his lips blossom into an eager smile. “Let’s go get some sleep, and then tonight, let’s go get some dinner.” He smiles. “A fancy one. Find something naughty to wear. Something you’d wear to one of those parties we used to go to back in college.”
“Uh, hello,” you say, pointing to your stomach. “Nothing fits me.”
“Then go naked. We’ll have a fancy dinner all the same.”
He holds his hand out to you. Too tired to argue, and too excited at the prospect of sleep, you follow him as he leads you into his bedroom.
He laughs when he sees his boxer on the end of his bed.
“Did Taehyung put these away for me?”
“Whenever he did the laundry, he always used to set the folded clothes right in this spot,” Jimin says, reaching for the boxers to put them in his dresser.
“Wait,” you say softly, reaching for them.
Jimin laughs as you crumple them and hug them to your chest.
“I don’t know,” you pre-empt, “it just makes me feel better.”
Jimin shrugs. “OK.”
You climb into bed with Jimin, and you finally fall fast and fully asleep.
There’s an echo of an R on the bottom right corner of Jimin’s windshield. No matter how hard he, or you, or anyone has scrubbed, nothing has gotten it to shift. But you kind of like that it’s so seemingly permanent. It’s a symbol of different times. A tribute to when you had it good. You still have it good, but back then was better in some ways. You felt more reckless, but more confident. More you. That R asks you to remember.
“I look like shit,” you complain as you stare at it.
“No, you don’t.”
“Please. I know you better than that.” You sigh, looking up at him from the passenger seat, unwilling to step out of the car and follow Jimn inside. “You never hesitate to tell me when I look like shit.”
“So don’t you think I’d say so now?”
“Liar. I look foul.”
“Let’s go look at Taehyung. It’ll make you feel better,” Jimin laughs, making you chuckle as he tugs on your hand.
“Can we go somewhere else?” you ask. “Somewhere where the entire staff doesn’t know me?”
“C’mon. I can’t afford anywhere else.”
“You’re a supermodel now,” you tease. “You can.”
“A myth.” He grimaces. “You’ll find that out once the next car payment’s due.”
“Jimin, I’m really not up for a night out.”
“Yes, you are, or you wouldn’t have put on that dress and spent 20 minutes on perfecting your cat eye.”
You did do a good job on the cat eye, even though you’re rusty. And you actually really like the dress that Jimin arranged for Eun-jung and Eun-kyung to pick out for you and bring to the house. The soft, red fabric wraps around you delicately, and you’re actually quite comfortable, even as it shows off your now gigantic breasts. But it also reveals every single dip, hill, and fold that’s grown on you in the past 8 months. You feel so exposed. And you hate the label that professes its size.
Jimin, however, looks like he’s ready for a night out at all times. His new look is otherworldly voguish. He could wear a garbage bag to this restaurant, and everybody else would feel silly and stupid for not doing the same.
“You look beautiful,” he tells you. “You are beautiful. In every size and shape. And I want to take you in this particular size and shape out for a fancy dinner, so let’s go.” He tugs on your arm again, the valet staring at you quizzically. “Up and at ‘em.”
“Why a fancy dinner, though?” you protest. “Why now?” Though sleeping the entire day in Jimin’s embrace has made you feel much better, you still feel slightly embarrassed for carrying on the way you did when he arrived. Especially after your friends had gone through so much trouble to ensure Jimin wouldn’t return to a mess.
“I thought about what you said,” Jimin admits. “About this part being over soon.”
“It’s special. I want to commemorate it.”
You remember hearing from someone, maybe an old friend, or a talk show host, or maybe a show or something that you used to watch, that they wish they knew they were in the good old days before they ended.
You grin a little at the faded R sticker. At the memory of when this would be Jimin picking you up from a fun date instead of taking you on a pity one.
“Great.” Jimin grins and tugs at your arm. “You’ve been sitting here whining for fifteen minutes, and I don’t know if I can pay for more than two hours in that shitty hole they call a garage.”
You follow Jimin inside to see Taehyung wearing a clean uniform, his bellhop hat just slightly askew. He looks a little tired when you see him staring at the reservations, but when he sees you and Jimin entering, he straightens, and brightens.
“You worked back-to-back shifts?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.
“Yeah, but I was able to rest after I picked Jiminie up from---”
Jimin clears his throat and glares at Taehyung.
Taehyung looks scared at first, but then he seems to realize something. He softens, smiles happily at you, and then looks serious. Almost snotty.
“Good evening and welcome. Do you have a reservation?”
“Oh, it’s under Park Jimin,” Jimin replies, also looking aloof.
You look back and forth between Jimin and Taehyung. “Uh, guys?”
“I don’t see it listed here,” Taehyung replies. “Could it be under a different name?”
Jimin furrows his brow and looks at Taehyung. “It shouldn’t be.”
“You’re welcome to have a look,” Taehyung says, turning the computer screen around to show him.
There’s only one reservation, for Miss Red and Mr. BDSM Big Bird, Private Eye, Esquire.
You start laughing, and Jimin stomps his foot. “Tae!”
“Right this way, sir,” Taehyung replies, leading an annoyed Jimin and a heaving, cackling you toward a table right in the center of the room, the best seat in the house.
You look around at the new decorations. Exposed brick where ornate wallpaper was once set. New flowers, though those changed every time. Softer, more intimate lighting. And as Taehyung pulls your chair out for you, you notice the new chairs. Nice, padded seating, which you’re thankful for.
“Thanks, Tae-Tae,” you whisper, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting down.
He blushes, and you sit and wiggle your toes in your red flip flops, the only non-nursing shoes that fit you right now.
Taehyung hands you your menus. “Please peruse, and I’ll be back to take your orders.”
You look around and smile at other people dining. Families. Couples. Some singles, one of them reading, and the other on a call as he eats a steak with his mouth open.
You’d missed this. Regular life.
“What are we getting?” Jimin asks, calling your attention back to your menu.
“Uh, I dunno, whatever,” you say.
“C’mon, Red. Take a look.”
You shrug and look down at the menu. Most of the dishes are the same, but you notice one new addition. The dish that Jin and Yoongi were playing around with. IOr, at least, its description seems to fit. A mix of noodles, vegetables, and meat, in a citrus, soy sauce base, a side to a medium rare 8 or 10 oz. filet and your choice of chef’s salad or tomato soup.
Red’s Delight, it’s called.
You look up at Jimin, gobstopped.
“They named it after me?” you whisper.
Jimin smiles coyly, not looking up at you, and staring at the menu instead. “You’ll have to ask the chefs,” he says simply.
You struggle not to cry. The cat eyes took you so long.
“May I get you some drinks?” Taehyung asks, when he returns.
“Just water, for both of us,” Jimin replies.
“Are you sure?” Taehyung asks. “If you order our special, Red’s Delight, it pairs really nicely with vodka Red Bulls.”
Taehyung winks at you, and you giggle.
“I think just water for both of us, and whatever special you have for the sushi, and the chef’s recommendations for the steak,” Jimin says. “We’ve had the Red’s Delight, and it’s delicious, but we’re here for a special occasion.” He looks at you and smiles. “Want anything else?”
“No, that sounds perfect,” you say, sighing.
Taehyung whisks away your menus, and Jimin reaches for your hand on the table.
“What is all this?” you laugh, excited.
“Just a bit of fun.” Jimin looks at you softly. “I know it’s been hard. And I know my week away was tough.”
The words that have been sitting in your chest are aching to burst out of you.
“It was hard,” you say. “Harder than I… well, harder than I thought.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“I didn’t want to distract you, or make you worry.”
“I’m always going to be worried about you,” Jimin says. “Might as well be honest about it so that I don’t also worry about how hard you’re fighting it.”
You laugh. “Damn. You really do know when to tell me I look like shit, don’t you?”
“But we’ve been talking about me and the baby all day,” you reply. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Well, for starters, why didn’t you stay in Paris longer?” you ask. “The show was just yesterday. You must’ve left the moment it was over?”
Jimin shrugs. “I wanted to come home. The week wore me out.”
“You didn’t enjoy the sightseeing?”
“It was OK. But I missed you.”
You scoff. “You missed looking at this sobbing mess when you could’ve been buried under juicy cocks and cunts in the middle of a fashion show in Paris?”
Jimin laughs, a little spit coming out of his mouth at how off-guard you’ve caught him. He wipes the side of his mouth and shakes his head. “That sounds like Hobi.”
You smile and nod.
Jimin’s smile fades a little. “I’d hope you’d think more of me than that.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it,” you’re quick to say. “I just mean… well, that night… when you went to get drinks with that group…”
“First of all, I’m not interested in any of those people, other than perhaps getting to know them professionally,” Jimin replies. “And second of all, the only thing that I could talk about that entire night was you and our baby. And we spent the entire time that we were out for drinks talking about names.”
“Baby names,” Jimin says.
You sigh and lean your head back, staring at the new chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
You close your eyes.
“Stop making me cry.”
Jimin laughs, and Taehyung returns with glasses of water.
“Your sushi chef should be out here soon to deliver your first plate,” Taehyung informs you, disappearing before you can ask more questions.
Your eyes land on Jimin, and he just smirks.
“I can’t believe you all,” you laugh, admittedly getting excited by what’s going to happen next.
Jin comes out, also in uniform, a short chef’s hat perched on his head, and a new apron tied at his waist. He looks like a model in his own right, as he coolly sets a platter of different kinds of luxurious bites in front of you.
“Fatty tuna, sea urchin, and yellowtail selections, plus our spicy dragon roll with avocado and salmon roe, and some fresh, blue point oysters, complete with wasabi and ginger,” he says.
The plating is beautiful, the fresh, decorative blue and purple orchid flowers popping against the ice cold, ivory slab for a plate.
“Jin,” you say, smiling. “This looks amazing.”
“Glad you like it, ma’am---”
He turns to you, and his eyes explode at the sight of your cleavage.
You scrunch up your face, trying not to laugh, and trying not to feel too flattered at Jimin frowning.
“Jin!” Jimin whispers.
Jin swallows thickly.
“Uh, sorry, I have to go,” Jin replies, turning away, “I have a, um, sushi emergency.”
You grab his hand and pull him over to you, forcing him to lean down.
You plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, and Jin’s ears turn bright red.
“Thank you,” you say meaningfully.
Jin finally warms, grinning like he was in your living room just the day before. He wipes your lipstick from his cheek and blushes even more.
“Enjoy it, Red. You deserve it.”
He scampers back to the kitchen while avoiding Jimin’s angry glare, and you dig into your food.
“So good,” you say, eyes lighting up.
“Yeah, Jin’s really found his calling,” Jimin replies, nodding along with you.
As you finish the platter, Hobi joins you, skipping a little too eagerly to your table, his eyes landing on your chest a little too quickly.
“Hey, how’s it goin’?” he asks, more to your breasts than to your face.
Jimin covers his eyes, embarrassed.
“Going well,” you laugh. “Everything is delicious.” You scoot your chair back a bit. “Look at how much I’ve eaten already.” You pat your belly in jest, and Hobi laughs softly.
“Well, it looks good on you,” Hobi says, his voice with a little too much of an edge. “Seriously, Red, I wanted to tell you yesterday, but, y’know, with all the crying--- Anyway, you’ve always been so gorgeous, but the way you look now, with all that m---”
“Can you just take the plates and go?” Jimin complains.
Hobi frowns. “But Jin and Taehyung got kisses.”
“Aw, I was going to give you a kiss, too!” you cheer.
Hobi excitedly kneels by your chair, and you give him a loud smack on his cheek, making him squeal and dance in his spot.
“Glad you’re enjoying your meal, Miss Red,” Hobi says, not bothering to wipe your lipstick off his cheek, proudly bringing his trophy, along with your plates, back to the kitchen.
“I’m so sorry,” Jimin whispers.
“Don’t be,” you say. “I’m having lots of fun.”
“Really?” Jimin points his thumb back to the swinging doors to the kitchen. “With these fucking idiots?”
“Yeah!” you exclaim. “I love those idiots.” And you smile again. “And I love you for planning this. Thank you.”
Soon, Yoongi joins you at your table, twin cuts of filet mignon cooked to perfection and decorated with asparagus, mushrooms, roasted brussel sprouts, and yukon mashed potatoes.
“Your steaks,” Yoongi says simply, his chef’s hat bobbling just a bit as he sets your plates down.
“Aw, thank you, Yoongi.”
You pucker your lips, tugging on his hand to bend down.
“No need,” he says, maintaining an air of professionalism.
“The other boys all got one,” you say in sing-song.
“Your empty plate will be complimentary enough.”
“If you say so.”
You send him a playful wink, just like the one he mimicked the previous day, and when you blow him a kiss instead, you make sure to give him a good peek at your bosom.
Yoongi tightens, his entire face smiling, eyes squinched, nose bunched, lips adorably mashed, the apples of his cheeks shining, his shoulders nearly to his ears.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he says quickly, before rushing off to the kitchen.
“You really shouldn’t encourage them like that,” Jimin replies.
“Why not?” you ask, taking a stalk of asparagus and shoving it into your mouth. “I thought this was to commemorate this part being over? Our baby’s about to suck these bags dry.”
Jimin chuckles and mutters, “Not if I get in there first.”
“Oh my god!”
You share playful, giddy smiles with each other, and you dig into your main meal.
“What you said, though. About this being over soon.”
You nod. “Mmhmm?”
“Does it…” Jimin clears his throat. “Does it need to be over soon?”
“Well, in about a month, it will be.”
“Yeah, but… what if we continued this arrangement for longer?”
You aren’t exactly sure what he means. “If you aren’t ready to move out, I totally understand,” you say, eyes wide. “God, I didn’t mean to rush you.”
Jimin sets his fork and knife down. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Take all the time you need.”
“To move out?”
“Yeah. Y’know. You shrug. “I mean… aren’t you going to move into the city, or something? Or abroad? For work? Y’know… models live in lofts or whatever, right? Four or five crammed in a studio apartment, not really finding it worth it to pay rent if they’re jetsetting from hotel room to hotel room?”
The crinkle above Jimin’s nose relaxes once he realizes where your mind has gone. Maybe out of relief. Maybe he’s happy that he doesn’t have to be the one to say it.
“I don’t want to be the reason why you pass on a job, or can’t fly away at a moment’s notice,” you say, whipping your potatoes into peaks with your fork. “It’s probably best if you… if we…”
Jimin watches you, chewing silently, jaw clenching from more than just mashing up his food.
“If we tweak our plan a bit.”
Jimin says nothing else, and you finish eating in silence.
Taehyung returns, and he smiles at the two of you.
“Are we ready for dessert?”
“No dessert,” Jimin answers.
Taehyung looks confused. This clearly wasn’t part of whatever plan they had cooked up.
“Uh, Jimin, we already started---”
“Give it to someone else. Or eat it yourselves, after your shift,” he replies. He looks over at Taehyung. “Still my treat. We just don’t want it.”
“I might want it,” you say, pouting.
“Uh, shall I call the obnoxious bus boy to clear your plates?” Taehyung asks.
“Yes. We’re done. We’re going. Now.”
You look from Jimin to Taehyung, and, worried, you try to smooth things over with, “Thank you for this. And thank the rest of the guys for me. It really was the perfect night out. I’m just a bit tired.”
Taehyung nods. “Enjoy your night. It was a pleasure.” He smiles at you. “I’ll swing by to check in tomorrow, Mommy.”
You smile fondly at Taehyung.
When he leaves, you find Jimin still staring at you.
He helps you out of your chair, but he still seems upset.
You waddle to the front of the restaurant, heave yourself into the car that the valet has brought around, and ride in more silence as Jimin drives you home.
“I’m gonna get ready for bed.”
Jimin places a hand on your shoulder before you head up the stairs. “Come to the kitchen first.”
You follow him, and he pulls out a chair for you at the table.
The silence engulfs you again, save for the sound of the fridge door opening, the champagne bottle turning upside down, and the sound of plastic champagne cups hitting wood.
Jimin sits down next to you.
“Cheers,” he says.
“Cheers.” You laugh at the tiny pour he’s given you, and the enormous one he’s given himself. “To what?”
“To you, you mean.”
“No, to us. We did amazing things together. So, cheers to us.”
Jimin holds his glass out to you, and you clink --- well, pat! --- your plastic cups together, taking your sip, and Jimin downing his in one go.
You both set your empty glasses down, and Jimin looks at you softly.
“You really do look beautiful, Red.”
“Never as beautiful as you.”
Jimin shakes his head and laughs.
“Dessert kinda sounded nice,” you joke.
“It was going to be.”
“What was it?”
“Lavender crème brûlée. The guys whipped it up just for you.”
“We’ll have it another time.”
“Another time isn’t now!”
It kills you to think about that perfect, silky, sweet custard, just sitting in a fridge. The guys eating it like savages at the end of the shift.
Jimin laughs at your expression. Though you’re silent, he can practically hear your whine.
“Were you mad?” you ask. “At the restaurant? When we left, I got the sense that you might be.”
“No. Not mad. Just determined to get you home.”
You furrow your brow. “Why? I was having a good time, I swear!”
“I know, and I’m happy. I just wanted to talk to you about something important.”
You brace. Here’s where all the plans are crafted. So, here’s where the unveiling of the tweaked plan takes place.
“I’m OK with it. Really. Sejin’s right. You need to focus on your career. The showcase yesterday? That was just the beginning, and you were divine in it.”
It pains you to say it, the day dream of those family pictures with Jimin starting to fade, not unlike the R on Jimin’s windshield. It’s a shame that you never got to actually live those days before they left you.
“I don’t want to be in the way. This plan was never meant to be in the way of your talent and career. And I’m so thankful that even in the midst of all that, you’ve sacrificed this much just to leave me with this parting gift of sorts.”
Jimin just blinks.
“Red, where are you getting all of this?”
“All of what?”
“These… these model myths?” Jimin says, pushing his empty champagne glass with his tiny pinky. He looks back at you. “I have no intention of moving out. Unless you want me gone.”
“I don’t,” you say. “But… really? You want to stay? Even with everything that’s happening for you?”
“Yes. And I know we were commemorating this time together, but I have every intention of sticking around for the next phase. For all the phases.”
You gawk at him. This wasn’t what you had expected. If you were sitting in his seat, you wouldn’t be saying these words right now.
Jimin takes your hands in his.
“I’m in this, with you, for the long haul,” he tells you. “That’s the last time that I want to say it, but I’ll say it over and over again for as long as it takes for you to hear it.”
You frown. “But…”
You stand suddenly, shaking Jimin’s hands from yours and picking up the empty champagne glasses.
You take them to the sink to rinse them out, and Jimin follows.
“What?” he asks. “Why can’t you believe me?”
“It’s not that.”
“Yes, it is. I see it in your eyes. It’s like you just won’t believe me.”
“Did Sejin say something to you?”
You think back, to months ago, when you visited Jimin on set.
“In so many words,” you admit. “But he’s right.”
Jimin grunts. “Ignore him. There’s no right and wrong. There’s only a list of choices. A list that you and I said that we’d make together. And, if you ever actually bothered to check in with me, I’d tell you that my main priority is to be your---” He pauses. “To be a good father to this baby.”
“You will be,” you say softly.
“And that includes getting to watch you be an incredible, wonderful, perfect mother to this baby, too,” he says. “I want to be here. I will be here.”
You smile sadly. He’s so adamant. You know he believes it.
But you still don’t.
“I don’t understand,” Jimin says, reading the look on your face. “Have I hurt you? Have I gone back on my word?”
“Then what can I do?” Jimin asks. “What will it take to convince you?”
“I don’t know if it’s a matter of convincing me,” you explain. “I think it’s a matter of convincing you. That you’re this astounding new talent. Everyone’s gonna want a piece of you, and rightly so.”
“But I love you,” Jimin says.
“And I love you, too,” you say, “but sometimes there are things that are bigger.”
“Nothing is bigger than what we share.”
“Maybe not now, but that’s only because your world was smaller until a week ago,” you point out.
“You are my world,” Jimin says. “Let me show you.”
He presses into you, your ass bumping against the counter, just in front of the sink. And then he kisses you.
It’s been a while since he’s kissed you. The last few months have been rife with almost-starts and nearly-theres, helping hands housing each other out in times of desperate need, the two of you choosing to lean on each other rather than outsiders because of the situation that you’re in. Besides, there’s a familiarity there, like the one Eun-kyung and Eun-jung were pointing out.
At first, you think that that familiarity saves time. It gets you there faster, not having to explain every little thing that you like, or want, or need. It’s efficient to just know. And maybe the knowing feels different, too. It’s not just knowing what, or how, or when. It’s also knowing why.
It’s not just that Jimin knows that you’ll be moaning for him in seconds by kissing you and placing his knee in front of you, just slightly grazing your already wet pussy. It’s also that he knows the reason why that gets you going is because your flesh is so much more responsive as of late, your body swollen and hungry for more.
It’s not just that Jimin knows to massage your breasts rather than claw at your nipples like you usually like, even with how sensitive you are. It’s also that he knows that you want to be as gentle as possible with them for now, in anticipation of your baby breastfeeding and gumming them raw over the next few months.
And it’s not just that Jimin knows that the sink will work this time because of all of that oversensitivity and hunger. It’s also that he knows that the sink will work this time because you have a place to rest your heavy belly as he pounds into you, his cock slipping through your crevice, his eyes drinking in the way the red fabric of your skirt outlines your shapely ass, your matching red panties pushed to the side but might as well come off and go straight into the trash with how ruined they are.
“God,” you moan as you lean forward, “I’ve missed it so much. Fuck, Jimin, keep going.”
He slaps your ass as you slap the counter, both echoing throughout the room, making you laugh and groan even loader.
You come so quickly now, your triggers as inflated as the rest of your body. You almost lament it, wishing it could last a little longer for you.
But the strength, the sheer force with which you come.
That, you wouldn’t trade for anything.
You nearly collapse, thankful the counter is there to catch you as your wrists buckle, and still shaking, you try to put your palms up to keep yourself steady.
“Fuck, another one is---”
You come again almost immediately, your body lunging forward, head threatening to hit your kitchen backsplash.
Tears flow out of you as you whine, shuddering and struggling to stay in position.
“Wanna move?” Jimin whispers, easing his strokes as you float down.
“No,” you gasp, “if I move, I fall.”
Jimin slows to a stop, but you reach back for him.
“I don’t want that either,” you whisper. “Come for me.”
“You might be tired,” Jimin says, “and that’s OK, we can just---”
You start rocking forward, and Jimin groans, his thoughts disappearing.
“Even tighter than before,” he mutters, taking in gulps of air to keep himself from losing it completely.
You clench, and Jimin wobbles a little.
“Shit, Red, a little warning!”
You laugh, and you take over, bouncing back onto him as he revels in the waves sloshing across his body, ebbing and flowing with greater intensity, each push threatening to undo him.
“This,” Jimin pants, placing his hands on your shoulders as you bend farther down, the blood rushing to your head, “all I want is this.”
You bite your lip as Jimin retakes control, moving faster, his voice climbing, whining, nearly howling.
And suddenly, he’s spilling into you, chuckling with each spurt, moaning as you both feel everything trickling down your skin.
You turn back to Jimin and smile, and he wipes the sweat from your forehead.
He kisses you softly, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other reaching blindly for the paper towels that you bought yesterday.
You hear perforation ripping, and the faucet turning on. And then you feel warm, wet, but wrung-out sheets wipe your thighs. He pulls out of you, and he crouches down to catch the rest of your shared arousal and release, before standing and cleaning himself.
You smile at the sight of his pants still on. How flattering it is that he couldn’t wait to dive into you.
He pulls your skirt down and spins you around, kissing you again before turning and tossing the used paper towels into the trash.
“Wasn’t too rough, was it?”
“No, I bought the quilted kind.”
Jimin throws his head back and laughs. “I mean the sex.”
“Oh, god, no, that was exactly what I needed.” You smile. “This whole night was.” You smile even bigger. “You are.”
Jimin beams at you.
“Then did I make up for nixing the crème brûlée?” he whispers, placing another kiss on your cheek.
“Hmm?” Jimin asks sleepily, rolling into you and hugging you closer.
You open your eyes and see your red dress on the ground. So then what are you wearing? Nothing, probably. Soiled panties… those went in the trash, right? So then what will you wear to the hospital?
“We gotta go.”
You sit up and hold your stomach.
“Jimin, I mean it,” you say. “I think my water broke. And I think I’m having contractions.”
Jimin bolts upright, staring at you.
“But you’re still a month out.”
“I know. It could be Braxton-Hicks, but it might be something else, and---”
Something’s not right. The back of your neck feels unnaturally tense. You feel too tight, like someone is squeezing you.
“OK, we need to go,” you say pointedly. “Now.”
Jimin knows where everything is. The hospital bag has been packed and resting in the hallway closet for your use. Keys are where they were when you got home, on the kitchen table. He grabs some sweats from the laundry room, and then he grabs a pillow for you to sit on in the car.
But he doesn’t know where you are.
He runs back into his room and finds you leaning over his bed, still naked, and somewhat in pain.
Jimin wordlessly grabs a hoodie from his closet and helps you into it.
And then he takes the pair of boxers that you’d been holding onto, which only kind of fit, as they stop under your belly, and helps you step into them, the hoodie long and large enough to cover everything anyway.
“Purse,” you remind him, as he’s shouldering your hospital bag.
He grabs your purse, which also hangs in the hallway closet, and he helps you down the porch steps and into his car in the driveway.
You hate that every trip to the hospital with Jimin so far has been so tense.
“Was it the champagne?” Jimin asks, his voice buckling under the guilt.
“No, it really wasn’t. I promise.”
“Was it the---”
He glances at you. “When we---”
“It wasn’t that either,” you reassure him. “This is something else.”
Jimin chews on his lip as you swing into the hospital parking lot.
This is where everything becomes a blur.
A cold wheelchair.
An unfamiliar doctor. You don’t catch his name.
Some terms float to your mind.
“PPROM?” you ask.
Jimin frowns. “Huh?”
You grasp his hand to let him know everything’s OK.
“I don’t have any of the risk factors, though,” you say.
The doctor checks your chart. “Did contractions come first?”
“Can’t say,” you reply. “We were asleep. Thought the contractions I was feeling might be Braxton-Hicks. I’m only 36 weeks.”
“It’s hard to tell, but with your elevated blood pressure, I’m concerned either way. We’ll most likely have to induce.”
The doctor, a kind, older gentleman, looks into your eyes and smiles.
“Everything’s gonna be fine. Seems like your baby’s been stable, and 36 weeks isn’t too far off.”
You take a breath. You know that premature babies run in your family. You were actually three weeks premature.
Things blur together again.
Jimin sends the message in the designated group chat.
He makes sure your parents get to the hospital safely. And Tae, the twins, and Chul join them, setting up camp in the waiting room. Even Yoongi, Jin, and Hobi show up, bringing a tray of Red’s Delight to feed the crew.
And then Jimin standing next to you, clutching your hand, kissing your temple and whispering, “Breathe. You can do this. Another push.”
It’s all over.
There’s a moment where everyone clears out, when you and Jimin are sitting together, staring at your baby, identified by the doctor as a girl, but gratefully just healthy, and happy, and so, so lovely.
You and Jimin are weeping, just staring at her.
“You were amazing, Red,” he sighs. “So calm throughout. So strong.”
“I barely remember anything about it,” you admit. “I thought it’d be more vivid somehow. But it all just kind of melded together.”
It’s been hours, but to you, it feels like you were just at home, buried with Jimin under the covers.
“We still don’t have a name,” you chuckle softly.
“I had an idea,” Jimin whispers. “I thought about it in Paris. When they were doing my hair. When I was thinking of you.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“Mujigae,” he says. “Rainbow. Kinda like my hair. But for the rainbow baby that she is.”
A fresh crop of tears spill out of your eyes.
“You remembered?” you whisper, looking up at him.
The term you’d introduced him to. The word for the dream you hoped for since losing the last.
“Of course,” he says. “How could I forget something like that?”
You cry for the baby you lost. You cry for the baby you’re holding in your arms now.
“Mujigae,” you whisper to her, as she stirs in your arms.
Bear with Me masterpost
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Here’s where my writing will live. Enjoy.xx
(a) = angst (f) = fluff (m) = mature (s) = suggestive
☆ DRABBLE/PROMPT GAME ☆
☆ SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST ☆
☆ MEMBERS ☆
☁ Seokjin/Jin ☁
☁ Yoongi/Suga ☁
↳ Drabble #1 (f) (s)
↳ Drabble #2 (a) (m)
☁ Hoseok/J-Hope ☁
☁ Namjoon/RM ☁
☁ Jimin ☁
☁ Taehyung/V ☁
↳ Drabble #1 (f)
☁ Jungkook ☁
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So i feel bad about how long chapter 4 of boy with luv is taking, I have everything planned out I just can’t bring myself to write it. So, I’ve had some story ideas kept on the back burner but I am going to start writing them. If I finish them before chapter 4 I will post them. They are basically disney princess au’s and I have picked different classic disney movies for each member. Is this something you guys would like to see?
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summer nights // pjm
summary - as the days grew colder, you weren’t ready to say goodbye to your dear human friend
paring - human!jimin x mermaid!reader
genre - fluff, angst; mermaid au
prompt - “just don’t leave me yet”
word count - 339
warnings - kinda sad, but not?
authors note - mermay mermay mermay
bts ghostie drabble marathon
“Tell me another story,” you leaned back down onto the rock you were currently resting on, eyes focused on Jimin who was resting on the sand below. He’d spent the last few hours on the beach telling you various stories he’d grown up with, along with stories about his own life as well.
“Y/N, it’s getting late. I gotta go.” He huffed, gesturing inland.
His statement elicited a frown from you, “Why do you always have to go? Why can’t you stay?” You hated the fact he would always leave, sure he’d come back the next day, but you missed him.
“I wish I could stay, but I told my family I’d be home after sunset.” He mirrored your frown, “But I always come back don’t I?”
“Yeah, but summer is almost over.” You explained, leaning up onto your elbows. “You return to your school, don’t you?”
You watched as he deflated at your comment, knowing it was true. Your friendship was completely accidental, having rescued you from a net you were trapped in. Instead of calling anyone and profiting off of you, he genuinely helped you; trying his best to make sure that you were alright before you swam back into the ocean. He was nothing like what you were told humans were like, so needless to say you were intrigued by him. After carefully watching him over the course of a few days, observing the way he’d return and speak out into the open sea, not knowing if you’d even hear him. From then on, it was history.
But with summer coming to an end, you slowly realized that he was going to be leaving you soon. He’d become such a close friend in such a short amount of time, you weren’t ready to see him off. Thus you soaked in as much time as you could with him, risking coming even earlier and earlier in the day to see him.
“Please, just don’t leave me yet.” You pleaded.
Slowly, he nodded. “Okay, one more story.”
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him after all (m) | pjm
➵ summary; a guy you’ve never met before scoops in and saves you from a very embarrassing situation and you can’t help but notice how cute he is.
(based on this prompt)
pairing; jimin x f. reader
final word count; 17,177 (sorry y’all)
content; strangers to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut, infidelity, multiple appearances from jjk, oc’s boyfriend being nasty and stupid af
warnings; swearing, making out, smut; dom!jimin, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, light choking, orgasm denial, oc begging for jimin’s dick bc it’s just so good
a/n; i am SO sorry for this long ass wait after promising to post the other day, but here it is, y’all!! i hope you like it, i’m actually pretty proud of it myself so yeah, please let me know what you think, thanks!! ps. please ignore any typos if you see some lol
This is so embarrassing.
You want to shrink into your seat as you pray that a deep, black hole will appear and swallow you whole after telling the waitress to give you a few more minutes to decide your order. The problem is that you have no idea if a few more minutes will be enough or if you should just get up and get the walk of shame over with. It’s obvious to the other restaurant guests around you that you’re waiting for someone and have been for the past hour or so. You stopped checking the time after 28 minutes. You’ve quite literally never felt so embarrassed before. The pitying looks you’re receiving, the apologetic eyes of strangers as if they know what situation you’re currently finding yourself in. It’s only making it worse and you feel stupid for thinking your busy boyfriend, Seokmin, would be able to find time for you just this one evening. You take the last sip of your red wine and collect your purse to get ready to leave.
The waitress reappears, a polite yet sad smile on her face as she asks you once again if you’re ready to order. You can tell she’s well aware of what you’re going through at the moment.
“I’d just like the bill for the glass of wine, please,” you tell her, voice small. Just as the waitress is about to leave to get the bill, a person gets into the seat across the table. You look up, eyes wide in surprise as you look at the stranger.
“Sorry for being so late, babe, traffic is hectic right now,” the stranger says loudly to make sure everyone who has been giving you pitying looks hears him. You glance around, noticing how people start to mind their own business right away and how the waitress turns to leave the two of you alone, but not before giving the guy in front of you a nasty look. Turning back to the stranger with dirty-blonde hair, you watch confusingly as he leans closer, voice low as he says; “I’m Jimin. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a dick.”
A small smile appears on your face at his words. He offers you a small smile in return as he sits back in his seat, grabbing the menu to figure out what to eat. This man you’ve never met came to your rescue and saved you from an embarrassing situation and you can’t help but grin as you grab your own menu, eyes skimming the options you have.
“____,” you suddenly speak up causing Jimin to look up at you, his eyes shimmering in the dim light of the restaurant. He nods in response, smirking softly before returning to the menu. As he ponders over what to order, you take the chance to take a good look at him. His dirty-blonde hair is swept back and parted in the middle, a small nose and big, plush lips that kind of reminds you of pink rose petals. There’s earrings adorning his earlobes and a delicate chain necklace around his neck, softly grazing his collarbones that are visible due to the rounded neck of his white t-shirt worn underneath a black blazer. His features cause him to look so soft and kind yet so flirtatious and like he knows how gorgeous he is. He must, by far, be the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. You feel slightly intimidated by it to be honest.
“It’s nice to meet you, ____,” Jimin then proceeds to say, placing the menu down, “I say we order a bottle of wine, yes?”
You nod immediately. “Sounds perfect,” you quip, the tone of your voice a tiny bit higher than before.
Jimin smirks before calling the waitress over. You watch as he speaks to the waitress, a charming smile on his face as she writes down everything he’s planning on ordering. “A bottle of your best red wine, please,” he says, “a steak for me and for you, babe?”
This stranger who’s your date for the night glances at you, the same charming smile still on his face as he awaits your answer. You hesitate for a second, slightly distracted by the way the word ‘babe’ rolls off his tongue so confidently when talking to you, his lips curled into a smirking smile when he speaks. When you don’t give an answer right away, he lifts a single eyebrow as if to urge you on.
“Oh, uh, the same for me, please,” you finally manage to say, not missing the way Jimin lets out a small chuckle. Did he notice you being completely distracted because of him calling you ‘babe’ for the second time since he sat down? Are you, once again, making a complete fool of yourself? What kind of messed up day is this? God, why is it so hot in this damn restaurant?
“Hey, you okay?” Jimin suddenly asks as soon as the waitress leaves you alone again. You notice the way his eyes show concern and yet a hint of amusement as well, his lips now turning into a small frown instead of the charming smile he was sporting just a few seconds ago. You can’t tell if it’s a teasing kind of frown or a genuine one. You decide it’s the former when he speaks up again before you get to answer his question. “You seem a little… flushed.”
Oh. My. God.
The air in Jimin’s car is suffocating, hot and filled with tension. So much tension you could practically cut through it with a knife. Jimin hadn’t exactly planned for this to happen when he scooped into the seat across from you after seeing you sitting by yourself for too long. He had noticed how you had been checking the watch on your wrist several times in the short amount of time he was watching you. So as the gentleman that he is, Jimin came to your rescue and scooped right in, saving you from a clearly embarrassing situation. Also, you’re really, really pretty ergo he simply couldn’t hold himself back.
But as your lips connect with his, tongues clashing and hands roaming each other’s bodies, he rethinks the whole situation and how messed up it actually is. You were clearly waiting for someone when he volunteered to be your date for the night. You hadn’t mentioned who throughout the date the two of you had nor did you ever receive a call or text of some sort from the person who had so rudely stood you up. Jimin saw a chance to save a pretty girl from an uncomfortable situation and took it. What he didn’t expect was that you’d end up in his lap in his car, grinding against him so deliciously that his mind was slowly fogging up and turning into mush.
Your mind and vision is clouded by the feeling of Jimin’s body pressed against you, the only thing on your mind is him and the fact that you’ve never made out like this with anyone before. Your hands move on their own as they cup Jimin’s face, pulling him in closer as if possible before moving on further up to his hair, tugging softly. Jimin grunts in response as his hands slide down your back to your waist and further down to grab your ass and give it a squeeze. A delicate moan tumbles from your mouth and into his own causing Jimin to slowly realize what’s actually happening in this very moment. You whine softly as he starts to slow down, his lips becoming softer and less rough on yours. His hands move back up to rest upon your hips as you kiss softly, the soft kisses turning into small, barely-there pecks. Jimin lets his head fall back against the headrest, eyes still closed as he tries to catch his breath. You’re seated in his lap, head dropping to rest against his chest and palms resting on his shoulders, your breathing ragged as you sit in silence, not entirely sure what to say after what just unfolded.
“I- uh,” you begin, searching your mind for words as you lift your head to look at Jimin. He’s smiling at you, letting out a laugh because this situation you’ve gotten yourselves into is quite amusing once you think about it, but still very messed up. You furrow your eyebrows at him, feeling a smile appear on your lips as you let his laugh spark a glee in you, “what?”
“Nothing,” he shakes his head. He reaches up, moving a strand of hair from your face and placing it behind your ear. It’s a very intimate move and yet you don’t find yourself moving away from his tender touch. “I’d like to take you out for real sometime,” the blonde suddenly says, causing your smile to falter a bit.
“If you want to, of course,” he then quickly adds, half-smiling at you, “if not, that’s okay. Just thought I’d ask.”
Smiling, you cup his cheek carefully, your thumb running over his plump bottom lip. You move your eyes from his lips to his dark brown ones, giving him an answer before letting the thoughts of your boyfriend consume you. He’s pushed to the far back of your mind when you give a vague answer to Jimin’s offer even though you know it’s wrong.
“I’ll think about it.”
Jimin drops you off that night, giving you his number and receiving yours as well before you get out of his car. When you step out and head for the front door, you notice that the lights in your apartment are still turned off, the darkness indicating that no one was home yet. You sigh deeply, glancing back at Jimin’s car before letting yourself inside. The stranger-turned-into-your-date stays parked by the curb until he’s sure that you’re safely inside. Once the door closes and you’re nowhere in sight anymore, he speeds off.
Your apartment is empty, silent and empty when you lock yourself inside. Once you’re alone in the quietness of your home it dawns on you what happened tonight. How a stranger just scooped in and became your date for the night, saving you from experiencing something insanely embarrassing. How that said stranger was in fact one of the most handsome men you have ever laid your eyes upon and god, the way his lips felt. You feel your cheeks heat up as you recall the feeling of his lips against yours, the way his hands were all over your body, sliding over every curve and dip, pulling you closer and pushing you away again.
Kissing Jimin was probably a mistake and you should feel guilty about it but you don’t. You’re not quite sure if it was actions out of spite towards your always absent boyfriend or if it was pure attraction between you and Jimin. Maybe a little bit of both. What you do know is that what happened tonight is one of the most spontaneous things you’ve ever done and you have to admit that you liked the rush running through your body as Jimin pulled you into his lap after the first few kisses turned hungrier. But your inner, more reasonable, consciousness is telling you that Jimin was and should remain a one time thing even though you agreed to a real date with him. Dating your current boyfriend is what you’re supposed to do. After all, his parents and your own had ambitions about the two of you getting married sooner or later. Something you’re not so sure about anymore after tonight. Not that you even had been sure about it in the first place.
Although Jimin was a true gentleman, breaking the kiss before it would escalate into something more and possibly something you’d regret later on, and proceeding to invite you out on a real actual date rather than whatever tonight was, you know deep inside that what you did was wrong and that you shouldn’t let a complete stranger like Jimin be the reason for ruining the stable relationship you have with your boyfriend. Minhyuk is everything every girl could ever need and want, you should be happy to be his partner.
But you’ve never wanted what every other girl wanted.
That might have occured to Seokmin after about two years of being with you. The past three years of dating Seokmin have been different for every year to say the least. When you first met him almost four years ago you found him handsome and smart, a very bright man with lots of ambition and will to thrive within his career. Something that later would become a growing problem within your relationship and most likely also the reason for him standing you up tonight. The first year with Seokmin was delightful, a bliss of a new and exciting adventure for the both of you and then after your first anniversary Seokmin fell into a routine of sleeping over at your place, kissing you goodnight briefly and kissing you goodbye as well when he left early the next morning to go to work. There was just never a moment of happiness after the first anniversary but you sucked it up because your parents did not raise a quitter and you cared about Seokmin. You really did. However, as you reached the third anniversary you stood your ground more often and took up the fights whenever Seokmin would be absent for way longer than acceptable. It has torn your relationship to hang in thin strings and perhaps that’s why kissing Jimin tonight didn’t feel like something wrong but instead like something to be grateful for.
Perhaps if you hadn’t kissed Jimin tonight, you wouldn’t have realized how off the track your relationship with Seokmin really is. Maybe you wouldn’t have realized that whatever the two of you have might not be worth fighting for. The only thing you’d fight for would be the stability of it and the secureness that comes along with marrying someone like Seokmin, and the fact that you’re slightly scared of what your parents might say if you ever came home and told them Seokmin was no longer a part of your life because they adored him like their own son and they have told you on multiple occasions that he’s a real catch and that you should marry him at some point. And perhaps that’s why you haven’t called it quits yet and probably won’t anytime soon because there’s always that part of you that cares what other people think or more importantly... what your parents think.
Your thoughts are running wild as you lay in bed, tucked into the duvets like it’s freezing but you’re just craving some kind of comfort as your brain is overworking itself. The sound of the front door being unlocked causes you to glance at your alarm on the bedside table.
Seokmin doesn’t even try to be quiet as he arrives home, dropping his briefcase onto the floor and slamming the closet doors after hanging up his jacket. Your back is facing the bedroom door when he opens it and waltzes inside. He’s humming to himself as if nothing happened tonight and moves to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You feel your eyes dwell with tears as you listen to him moving around, realizing how inconsiderate he actually can be when he wants to. Once the bed dips behind you, the least you expected from him was a kiss goodnight but nothing comes and before you know it, he’s snoring with his back to you.
A deep sigh falls from your lips as you relax in your spot, gripping the duvet tighter and moving as far away from Seokmin as possible until you’re almost laying on the very edge of the bed. Tonight has been eventful; all from being stood up to Jimin saving your ass to Seokmin arriving home without saying a single word to you… And the realisation that the relationship you’re in is a complete disaster and probably nothing can save it anymore. Sleep overcomes you before you can feel a single tear roll down your cheek.
Seokmin leaves before you wake up the next day, his side of the bed perfectly made as if he was never there. It’s a lazy day and you’re thankful today is a day off work for you. The after effects of all the wine from last night are mocking you to no end and you’re pretty sure if the after effects were a person, they would be laughing at you as you mope around the quiet apartment. Drinking on a Wednesday never ends well. You make yourself a cup of coffee and some cereal before moving to the couch where you immediately pull up your comfort show – Friends, a classic.
You’ve been glancing at your phone from time to time ever since waking up and it’s slowly driving you crazy. You’ve kind of been hoping that Jimin would contact you at some point but you also know that it might not be a good idea if he actually does. After getting that small taste of what it’s like with Jimin, you find yourself craving more and more but you’re not too sure if you want to throw away the stability and secureness you have going on in your shared life with Seokmin. Maybe Jimin is simply a phase you need to get through and then everything will go back to normal and your relationship with Seokmin will slide back on track. Perhaps it could be that easy.
But nothing is never as easy as it could’ve been.
The sound of a new message appearing on your phone surprises you and causes you to jump in your spot on the couch. You had been in your own thoughts for a second there, completely oblivious to your surroundings. Lowkey hoping it’s Jimin, you quickly unlock your phone and press the ‘messages’ icon. Your racing heart falls to the pit of your stomach, the small smile on your face turning into a frown once you see who the message is from.
[10:38 am] Seokmin: Won’t be home until tomorrow evening because of work. Will have to cancel movie night tonight, sorry. Love you.
You roll your eyes, scoffing to yourself at the message from your boyfriend. To say you’re surprised would be an exaggeration. Also, you couldn’t care less if he cancelled movie night. Movie night hasn’t been the same since Seokmin got promoted and insisted he had work to do at all times, and from that day movie night consisted of you actually watching the movie and Seokmin sitting beside you with his computer in his lap, typing away. The sound of him typing is always stuck in your head several hours after because the sound is so annoying. After all, movie night was just a weak attempt of saving your relationship by inserting ‘traditions’ so to speak.
Re-reading the message from Seokmin, you notice the three words at the end of his text. You blink in surprise before your eyebrows are furrowing together in suspicion. Those three words are very unusual in a text from Seokmin. Hell, he doesn’t even say those words to you in person. That’s odd, you think to yourself but put your phone away nonetheless. You’re not in the mood to respond to it at the moment. However, his message remains on your mind for the rest of the day. You’ve been re-reading the message several times ever since receiving it, wondering why he would use those three words so randomly when he hasn’t said it to you for almost a year.
It doesn’t feel right at all.
Now that you come to think of it, Seokmin’s behavior has seemed a bit suspicious lately. First it was the very odd working hours late at night then it was the day to day working hours and now it’s the three intimate and very unusual words in his text. It’s like he’s covering up something by acting like he cares about the relationship he has with you.
You glance at the time, it’s almost 6 pm. After these years of dating Seokmin, you know that most of the people at his office leave at around 5 pm and that the only people left at 6 pm would be himself, the chairman, and receptionist in the lobby. To investigate your own theory further you pick up your phone and dial the phone number you know by heart. After a few rings the receptionist picks up on the other end.
“Hi Irene, it’s ____. Is Seokmin still at the office?” you ask right away. Irene, the receptionist on the other end, sounds ecstatic as she realises you’re calling the office after a long time. “It’s nice to hear from you too, Irene,” you reply with a genuine smile because Irene is just the kindest person you’ve ever met and to use her like this definitely rubs you the wrong way but there’s no way you’ll ever find out what Seokmin is up to otherwise. “Can you tell me whether Seokmin is still there or not? He isn't home yet and I’m starting to worry.”
“I’m sorry but Mr. Kim left earlier today, much earlier than he usually does actually. He didn’t say where he was going though,” Irene says, the tone of her voice causing you to imagine her frowning as she answers your question. “Has he not contacted you? I had a feeling it was date night tonight or something judging by the way he was practically skipping out of here in pure excitement.”
You feel as if someone is grabbing and clenching your heart tightly, sighing in defeat, “Oh, well, thanks Irene. Take care, yeah?”
“You too, ____,” you imagine her smiling in that warm, comforting way she always does when talking to people. Must be that serviceminded personality of hers. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.”
You smile, “I will, thank you.”
Hanging up, you let out a heavy sigh. There’s something in you that is relieved to hear that Seokmin is probably out doing something as crazy as being on a date with another woman and yet there’s also a slight hint of hurt in there as well. The relief is obviously because this means that you don’t have to feel guilty for your spontaneous date with Jimin or for kissing him. The hurt is because, if it’s true, Seokmin cheated on you first. This unknown woman he’s seeing behind your back is probably also the reason for why he stood you up and arrived home late from what he claimed to be work. You feel yourself become a bit nauseous at the thought of him being with her right this moment as you sit alone in the apartment you share with him, the slight shock from being right about Seokmin’s suspicious behavior is still hanging around you like a dark cloud.
A new text chimes in on your phone. You tear yourself from your thoughts, raising your phone to look at the screen. Jimin’s name is brightly displayed on the small screen and it goes unnoticed by you that a small smile appears on your face as you unlock to read it.
[6:24 pm] Jimin: hey, just thought i’d check up on you. i hope you’re not too hungover after drinking all that wine last night ;) - jimin
It was indeed a lot of wine. The headache you had when you woke up is just now starting to fade away, the amount of water you’ve been drinking throughout the day has helped a great deal. You’re smiling as you type out a response to Jimin.
[6:26 pm] You: hi!! had a headache this morning, but i’m alright, thanks :) wbu?
You put your phone down and get up from the couch, deciding it’s better than sitting around and waiting for a reply. After all, you do need to eat some dinner. You forget about your phone for a while as you move around the kitchen, cooking yourself some dinner to eat before it gets too late for it to be healthy. Your dinner consists of a quickly made salad and some chicken cooked on a pan. It’s simple but very delicious. You let out a moan as you take a bite, mentally patting yourself on the shoulder for making something so good yet healthy and light to the stomach. It feels good to be eating something less greasy after last night with steak and red wine.
Just as you plop back down on the couch, a plate with dinner in one hand and a new glass of water in the other, another text from Jimin appears on your phone. You put your plate and water down before grabbing your phone, reading the messages he has sent you since you started making dinner. You let out a chuckle at his reply to your message, smiling in amusement.
[6:30 pm] Jimin: definitely still feeling the after effects since some friends thought it was a good idea to go drinking after work today. i really shouldn’t have drank those two beers earlier
[6:34 pm] Jimin: i really enjoyed myself last night tho :) i would love to see you again soon
[6:48 pm] Jimin: if i ask nicely, would you be up for lunch with me tomorrow?
You ponder over Jimin’s proposal about a lunch date. Considering everything that has happened the past two days, an innocent lunch date with Jimin wouldn’t hurt anyone. Besides, Seokmin is probably too busy with his secret girlfriend to even care about what you’re doing during and outside your working hours. If he really cared, he would’ve broken up with you before indulging in an affair with some random woman.
[6:59 pm] You: lunch sounds great!! my break’s at 12 tomorrow, where do you wanna meet up?
[7:00 pm] Jimin: i was thinking i could bring lunch to your work? or we can meet at some café if that’d be better
Having Jimin come to your office for lunch probably wasn’t a good idea as most of your colleagues know you’ve been with Seokmin for a long time. Only your boss, Jungkook, knows you well enough to not think badly of you for meeting Jimin for lunch. He has told you multiple times that he isn’t a fan of Seokmin and that he isn’t the right one for you, that you should end things with him. These opinions are based on the things you’ve told him during lunch breaks, things like Seokmin staying late at work once again or when he cancels the plans you’ve made in an attempt to save the relationship or how he barely talks to you when he’s actually home. If Jungkook, who hasn’t even met Seokmin, can see that the relationship with Seokmin isn’t genuine anymore then it might be time for some changes. Except you already know that but it’s just hard to accept when you’ve spent three years of your life with this man whom you thought was going to be the man you’d marry someday.
[7:01 pm] You: i don’t mind you coming to my office :) i work at Jeon Publishing, just say my name at the front desk and they’ll let you through
[7:02 pm] Jimin: perfect! see you tomorrow at 12 ;)
The office is dull today, nothing much is happening and only a small number of people are at work this Friday. You’ve been going over the last details of next month’s issue of the magazine you’ve scored yourself a job on when your boss announced Jeon Publishing would be taking over the publishing of it. Once you finish up, you grab the mock magazine and bring it to your boss’ office, knocking before stepping inside. Jungkook smiles at you as you come closer to his desk.
“Here’s the final mock magazine. Thought you maybe could give it a quick look-through before I say go for printing,” you say as you put the magazine down in front of him, watching as he glances over the cover of it, the infamous actor and playboy Kim Seokjin adorning it with his good looks. Jungkook huffs out a chuckle when skimming through the magazine, pausing at a photo of the actor doing his signature pose, winking with two finger guns pointed towards the camera.
“Looks good, ____, great job,” your boss compliments your work, handing the magazine back to you. You thank him quietly, your eyes zoomed in on the magazine in your hands. Jungkook notices your quietness, finding it odd for you as you’re usually a very bright and happy person whenever you come into his office. “You alright?”
Whipping your head up to look at your boss, you smile immediately and nod, “yeah, i’m fine. why?”
Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly. “You seem quiet.”
Letting out a chuckle, you glance at the clock on his wall. Jimin will be here any minute now and your nerves are getting the best of you. You haven’t seen him since he pulled you into his lap inside his car and you had the most heated makeout session of your life. “I’m just nervous,” you tell your boss who’s more of a friend than a boss after working together for years, “I have a lunch date today with this guy I met recently.”
“Really?” Jungkook smirks softly, leaning back in his chair, bringing his arms up to rest behind his head, “what about Seokmin? Is he out of the picture?”
Grimacing, you shrug. “Kind of, I guess?” You say, the words coming out like a question instead of an answer, “things have been very, um... strange lately.”
Jungkook nods as if he understands which he probably doesn’t because this man has been dating the same woman since he graduated college and you lowkey envy him for finding someone special that early in his life. “Well, you already know what my opinion about Seokmin is. Just follow your gut and do what you feel is right for you, alright? Once you find someone who’s worth your time, you’ll know. Trust me.”
You smile at your boss, feeling a wave of comfort washing over you at his words. “Thanks, Jungkook,” you say, “I really needed to hear that.”
“Anytime, ____,” he sends you a wink before putting on a serious (not really) face, “now get back to work!”
A laugh falls from your lips as you turn on your heel, heading out of his office and back to your own. Halfway across the open office, you hear less people talking, their voices turning into hushes of whispering. You glance over your shoulder, noticing how almost everyone is looking the same way towards the elevator. You follow their line of vision, your eyes landing on a dirty-blonde, handsome man stepping out of the elevator with a brown paper bag in his hand, car keys dangling from a loose grip in the other. He looks around the place he just stepped into, skimming the people before his eyes land on you. A wide smile spreads across his face as he starts making his way to you. You feel your cheeks heat up at the sight of him, your eyes falling down to skim him from bottom to top. His tight, black jeans are hugging his legs nicely, allowing you to see how the muscles in his thighs contradict for every step he takes closer to you. He’s wearing a denim jacket with a black t-shirt underneath and a pair of black sunglasses pushed into his fluffy, dirty-blonde hair, keeping it away from his face. This look is very relaxed compared to
You hear a woman in the office muttering a low ‘god, he’s hot’ but loud enough for you to hear as you keep your eyes on Jimin. You notice how he doesn’t even notice the way the women in the office are basically drooling and swooning at the sight of him, not sparing them a single glance as he walks up to you. Stopping in front of you, he doesn’t even hesitate to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer only to press a soft kiss to your cheek.
“Hey babe,” he greets you, a small smirk playing upon his lips. He holds up the paper bag. “I hope you like burgers.”
You can’t believe he just used that nickname again, obviously aware of what effect it has on you as he watches the way you pull your lips into your mouth before letting a smile overtake your features. You nod, “love burgers.”
Twenty minutes later, you’re laughing your heart out, tears appearing in the corner of your eyes. Jimin is sitting in the chair that’s usually in the corner of your office, but he pulled it up to the other side of your desk to sit across from you. He has shrugged off his jacket halfway through your lunch and you’ve had a hard time focusing on what he has been saying ever since. His arms are just so toned. You’ve both finished the burgers and are now munching on the fries he had bought as well, laughing and talking about anything that comes to mind. You wipe the small wetness from the corner of your eyes, letting out a sigh after laughing hard. You can’t remember the last time you laughed so much.
“Oh god, that’s funny,” you mutter weakly, sniffling lightly because he really made you laugh till you almost cried. Jimin is grinning at you, watching you as you make sure your mascara isn’t smudged underneath your eyes. He’s pretty sure your laugh is one of his favorite sounds, not your shy laugh or your regular laugh, but that laugh he just pulled from you. A laugh so contagious and carefree where you scrunch your eyes together and throw your head back and the sound just makes his heart flip inside his chest.
Silence overcomes the two of you. Jimin’s eyes are scanning your face as you look at him. You don’t move away when he slowly leans over the desk, hand coming up to chin. You stay quiet as his thumb brushes the corner of your mouth, removing the small remnants of seasoning from the fries. Heat washes over your face, your heart beating faster as Jimin takes a chance and leans even closer over the desk. Your eyes fall to his lips, the pink color and plushiness of them making them seem irresistible. Before you know it, Jimin is cupping your jaw and pulling you in, his lips pressing softly against yours. Sighing deeply, you close your eyes and melt into him, kissing him back. His thumb is caressing your cheekbone softly as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. His tongue brushes against yours, your hand coming up to wrap around his wrist, keeping his hand in place on your cheek. You missed kissing Jimin, the feeling of his lips unlike anything else. You want to pull him back in when he leaves a few soft and feather-like pecks against your mouth before pulling away slightly.
“Been waiting to kiss you again,” he mutters against your lips, his breath fanning over your slightly parted lips.
“Kiss me more,” you quietly whisper, hoping he’ll fulfill your wish. Smirking softly, he leans in again, his kisses turning more harsh and hungry. A soft whimper falls from your lips as he bites onto your bottom lip, sucking on it softly. Fuck, you mentally cry. You’re slightly shocked to feel the wetness between your legs just from kissing Jimin. He hasn’t even touched you anywhere intimate. Jimin swallows your whimpers and moans as he pushes the leftover food to the side before beckoning you to crawl over the desk. Lips are still working against each other as he helps you over the desk. He helps you to sit on the edge of it before pushing himself closer to you, moving himself to stand between your spreaded legs.
As Jimin’s hands run up the expanse of your thighs and his lips leave yours to attach his lips to the skin on your neck, you mentally thank your boss for giving you an office that doesn’t have glass walls like his own does. Your mind is only half-aware of the fact that the door is unlocked as Jimin leaves wet kisses all over your neck and jaw. Your head falls back, giving him more space as your hands run up his arms and further up to his shoulders and neck, your fingers sliding into his hair. It isn’t until he grinds slightly against you that you’re pulled back to reality.
“J-Jimin,” you gasp out as he grasps your waist tightly, pulling you tight against him. “Jimin, the door- it’s unlocked.”
That causes Jimin to pause in his movements, his head buried in the crook of your neck. He’s breathing heavily, the short moment of grinding causing his thoughts to become foggy, the only thing on his mind being you and how much he’d love to take you right here on this very desk, his want almost strong enough to ignore the fact that the door is unlocked and literally anyone could walk in on the two of you.
“I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold this off,” he chuckles as he lifts his head to look at you. You’re smiling at him apologetically, your hands falling from their grip in his hair and down to rest upon his chest. You don’t know what to say, having a difficult time processing what he means by ‘this’. You know what he means, you’re just not sure if you’re ready to imagine what it’d be like. The thought of simply imagining it brings a tingle to your stomach and a clenching feeling to occur between your legs. Your eyes fall to where Jimin’s hands are resting upon your thighs, thumbs brushing over the fabric of your pants. “Can I lure you into having dinner with me at my place tonight?”
Looking up at him, you can’t help but smile. This thing where Jimin is interested in spending time with you and wants to see you as often as possible is strange. You’ve completely forgotten what it feels like to be wanted like this. It’s nice, you think to yourself as you look at the man in front of you. He’s smiling softly at you, patiently waiting for you to say yes or no to his offer. Seokmin did say in his text that he wouldn’t be home until later tonight, so what could possibly be stopping you from having dinner with Jimin at his place? That’s right – nothing.
“I’d love that,” you tell him without giving it another thought. Jimin smiles and leans down, lips connecting with yours in a soft and tender kiss. God, the way you’ll never get tired of kissing him.
“How does six o’clock sound?” He asks once he pulls away from your mouth, just only enough to speak. You feel the air from his words hitting your mouth. You nod and lean in again, kissing him some more.
“What to wear… What to wear… What. To. Wear?” You mumble to yourself as you skim through your closet, trying to figure out what would be appropriate for a dinner at home. You have no idea what Jimin would like. You pause when your fingers brush over a tight beige colored dress. Perhaps- No, not that one. It’s a dinner at home, nothing too fancy or too relaxed. You need the perfect in between outfit. Continuing to skim through your clothes, you stop at a few options but decide against them, groaning in frustration because how hard can it fucking be to choose an outfit for a nice, cozy dinner at home? Very hard apparently.
Deciding against anything in your closet, you grumble under your breath while retrieving your phone from its spot on the bed. You’re quickly dialing Jungkook’s number, deciding that he and his fiancé is the only chance you have of finding a decent outfit.
“Yes?” Jungkook calmly answers his phone.
“I need help,” you greet him, “I don’t know what to wear for my dinner date and I think I’m seconds away from having a yelling fit.”
Jungkook chuckles on the other end, “calm down, will you? It can’t be that difficult.”
You sigh deeply. “Apparently it can,” you grumble.
You listen as Jungkook hums for a moment as if he’s thinking but you know you’re on speaker and that he’s waiting for his fiancé to help him help you. You hear her speaking in the background, her voice muffled out as you try to listen in. “Thanks, babe,” Jungkook then says before returning to you, “Sunhee says you should go with jeans, or a skirt, with a simple but elegant top.”
A few options and pieces are already appearing in your head after Jungkook passed his fiancé’s ideas on to you. “That sounds like an idea, thanks Sunhee!”
This time you hear her replying, a low ‘no problem, babe!’ sounding through the speaker. You really like Jungkook’s fiancé. She’s always so nice to you and after all this time, you’d actually just call her a friend of yours instead of just your boss’ fiancé. Jungkook scoffs, “what about me?”
“Oh, please,” you laugh, “you wouldn’t be able to help me if Sunhee hadn’t been there.”
Jungkook stills on the other end. “That’s not important. What matters is that I can fire you if I want to ergo you should thank me too.”
Rolling your eyes, you retort, “you didn’t even fire me when I accidentally deleted that article you had spent so much time on!”
“Consider this your strike two then,” Jungkook warns but you know he’s all jokes and not one bit serious. There’s no way he would fire the best creative director Jeon Publishing has ever had.
“Thank you, Kook! See you on Monday,” you coo jokingly, an undertone of laughter in your voice.
A small chuckle leaves your lips when he hangs up and leaves you to yourself. Following Sunhee’s advice, you grab a pair of blackwashed jeans from your closet along with a white tight-fitting top – nothing too fancy but still dressed up enough for you to look nice. You pair it with a loosely fitting cardigan in a faded beige color.
As you stand by your dresser while putting on some jewelry, your thoughts begin to flow. You wonder if Jimin will like your outfit or if it’s too casual? Another thing that comes to your mind is the fact that you’re getting ready for a dinner date with someone who isn’t your boyfriend. It surprises you how you’re not disgusted with yourself for doing all this behind Seokmin’s back but you’re also convinced that fact alone shows just how much this relationship isn’t actually a relationship.
Before your thoughts can go any further, you finish up putting on some simple makeup and slip on some shoes. You don’t look back at all as you take the keys to your car and leave the apartment you and Seokmin are sharing. The drive to Jimin’s place is just you letting your nerves get the best of you. The thought of going to his place and the thought of him cooking you dinner is making your stomach tingle in that funny way. You bet his place is really nice, there’s no way it isn’t with that job he has. You remember him telling you about it on that spontaneous date the other night. You didn’t quite understand what exactly his job is but he works for Jung Enterprises and that alone says a lot about his income.
You find yourself to be right once you park your car outside of a very large and tall skyscraper. Walking up to the front doors, you skim the doorbell for Jimin’s name. You spot the small tag that says ‘Park Jimin, apartment 1608’, pressing it and waiting as it rings a few times. The sound of the door being unlocked causes your heart to beat a bit faster. You push yourself inside and take the elevator to the 16th floor. Your nerves are at top speed, your heart hammering in your chest as you make your way out of the elevator and towards Jimin’s apartment. Mentally telling yourself to calm down, you knock three times. You hear Jimin make his way to the door and before you know it, he appears in front of you, that damn charming smile on his lips again.
Holy shit, do you want to kiss him again… And again, and again.
“Hey you,” he greets you, stepping to the side to allow you inside. Once your feet have passed the threshold and you stand right in front of him, you let your body move on its own as you cup his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Like you said, you’ll never ever get tired of kissing those plush lips. Jimin hums in response, one arm sliding around your waist as he kisses you back. After a few kisses, you break away from him.
“Hi,” you softly say, causing him to smile even wider. He quickly steals a peck from you before he lets go and helps you out of your jacket. A delicious aroma of spices fills your nostrils, your stomach growling lightly at the smell. Jimin appears back at your side after hanging up your jacket, his hand grabbing yours softly and guiding you further into his apartment. His apartment is a very open space – wide windows in the living room that allows you to look over the Seoul skyline, all the lights making up a beautiful view. He has large brown leather couches and a big flatscreen TV, lamps you recognize to be some quite expensive you saw in that one magazine you read once. There’s a fireplace in his living room as well, turned on and bringing some coziness to the entire open space.
“The food is just about ready,” Jimin says, guiding you to the couch area and motioning you to take a seat on the large pillows on the floor. You notice how he set up the coffee table already, expensive cutlery along with wine glasses and regular glasses. The more you take in simple details of his home the more intimidated you get, just now realizing how well-paid Jimin actually is. He hasn’t really given off that vibe since you met him the other night except for when he told you he worked at Jung Enterprises.
“It smells really good, Jimin,” you give his cooking a genuine compliment. Your mouth has been watering ever since the aroma hit your nostrils.
“Thanks, it’s one of my mom’s recipes,” he tells you as he moves back to the kitchen to check up on the food. You take this moment to glance him over, taking in his appearance. He looks just as casual as you in his black, slightly tight slacks and a knitted sweater in Once he deems it done, he serves it onto two plates before bringing them to where you’re seated. He places a plate in front of you and the other in his spot before taking a seat on the other side of the coffee table. “My mom has always insisted I make this exact dish for a very special woman and not just any woman.”
“Oh.” You feel your face heat up at the subtle compliment. Jimin is softly smirking as he grabs the wine bottle, unscrewing the lid before pouring some in your glass and then his own. Raising his own for you to clink it with yours, he smiles. You clink your glass against his, smiling back at him.
“To a special night,” he winks at you.
“To a special night,” you softly repeat before taking a sip of the delicious red wine he had poured you. This night will definitely be more special than many other nights and also, without a doubt, better than all the evenings and dinners you’ve had with Seokmin. You don’t even give Seokmin a thought as you and Jimin dig into the dish he so nicely made for you. He cooks, he kisses so well, he’s handsome and he’s sweet and kind. What you don’t know yet is that he’s completely and utterly whipped for you already. All you know is that you’re headed the same way with the way your heart beats a bit faster every time he glances your way.
After a few bites in comfortable silence, you speak up. “Tell me more about yourself,” you say, smiling as you take a sip of your wine. Jimin looks at you as he puts the cutlery down to clasp his hands in front of him.
“Is there more you’d like to know?” He asks, voice soft and delicate in a way.
You shrug, smirking softly as you let your hand find his on top of the table. “I wanna know everything,” you tell him.
And it’s true. You want to know about the small things about him. You want to know things like what his mom used to call him when he was little, you want to know about his relationships in the past and why they didn’t work out, you want to know how he likes his eggs in the morning, for god's sake.
Jimin’s hand engulfs yours, his thumb caressing the back of it as he stays silent for a moment. You wait patiently, feeling like you have all the time in the world to get to know this man you’ve found yourself thinking about non-stop the past three days.
“Well, I’m originally from Busan, but moved here to attend university,” he starts off, “I love living in Seoul but going home to Busan is always what makes me the most happy. I’m a family guy, always have been. I love spending time with my parents and my brother.”
You smile and nod, listening carefully as he talks about himself. While he continues to talk about his family and childhood, you can’t help but imagine a small Jimin running around with a huge grin on his face, playing with his younger brother whom you’re sure looks like him in many ways. He speaks fondly of his family, saying his dad is who he’s closest with and that his dad encouraged him to move to Seoul and get himself an education that’d make him successful later on in life.
“He always told me to follow my heart and do what makes me happy,” Jimin has a small smile on his face as he talks about his dad, “he always said I should get myself a good education, not just any education but an education in something I enjoy.”
“That’s really great advice,” you say softly. Jimin nods, muttering a low ‘yeah’.
Silence falls upon the two of you, the only sound filling the place is the low, calm music coming from the speaker. Jimin really knows how to create the perfect dinner night. Your hand is still in his as you close your eyes momentarily, dipping your head from side to side to stretch your neck. Jimin watches you, gulping as he runs his eyes over you and your body. At some point throughout him talking about his family, you had shedded your cardigan which leaves you in that tight-fitting white top. Even though the light is dimmed, he can easily tell you’re wearing a very thin bra underneath, your nipples slightly showing through the thin fabric of the bra and the top.
You let out a sigh of relief from stretching your neck before opening your eyes again. Jimin’s eyes are darker than before, hooded as he looks at you. You watch with a frantically beating heart as his tongue wets his lips. It goes straight to your core, a source of excitement running through your body as Jimin leans closer.
“I had planned for dessert but I can’t wait anymore,” he softly says, voice raspy as he reaches up and tugs your hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. You feel his thumb running over your cheekbone, his eyes roaming your face and pausing at your slightly parted lips. “Wanna kiss you so bad… make you feel good.”
“Please do,” you breathe out, waiting impatiently to have him close against you again. Jimin closes the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft yet hungry kiss. A soft moan tumbles from your mouth and into his as he pulls you from your seat and into his lap. You straddle him as his hands run over the expanse of your thighs and further around to your ass, pushing you forward to meet his already slightly hardened cock. A gasp falls from you, your hand grasping his shoulder tightly as he pulls you against the bulge in his pants once again. “Fuck,” you whimper.
“You feel that?” He rasps out against your lips before moving on to press his lips against your neck, kissing his way up to your jaw and then to your ear, tongue flicking your earlobe as he moves you to grind down on him again, “all for you, baby.”
This man will end you, you’re sure of it.
Your head falls back as he kisses his way back down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses against your skin until he reaches your collarbones. His hands run from your ass to your waist, slipping underneath your top to feel your warm skin. He pulls away shortly to look at you, needing your approval before he rips this tight top off you. You nod, but that isn’t good enough for him.
“Need your words,” he whispers as he pecks your lips softly, a stark contrast to the hungry kisses from before.
“Yes,” you breathe out, leaning back in to kiss him, lips moving so perfectly together and tongues brushing against one another. You feel Jimin’s hands pushing the top up and further up until it’s over your breasts. He breaks the kiss to pull it over your head, throwing it to the side as he returns to your mouth. His hands come up to cup your breasts through the flimsy bra you’re wearing, the fabric doing little to hide your perked nipples. He had been right, you were wearing a thin bra.
He grunts against your mouth as his thumbs run across the still covered nipples, your hips grinding against his as a reaction. “Gotta get this off,” he mumbles, fingers quickly finding the clasp on the back. His fingers work fast to undo it before reaching for the straps to pull them down. You feel the fabric brush against your skin as it’s removed and thrown to the side, joining your top. Jimin leans back, biting his bottom lip tightly as he looks you up and down as you sit there in his lap. Wetting his lips once again, he glances up at you with a smirk on his lips. You watch as he leans down to wrap his mouth around a nipple, your mouth falling open as a gasp emits from it.
“Ohhh god,” you moan, pleasure running through your body as he sucks and bites your nipple while the other breast is caressed by one of his hands. He’s all in your head and all over your body as he caresses it, lips pleasuring you and hands roaming your skin and every dip. His name falls from your lips in a breathy voice, the sound pure music in his ears.
“Bedroom?” He asks, pulling away from your nipple to look at you.
You shake your head, “no, here’s fine.”
Jimin doesn’t think more of it as he returns his mouth to clash against yours. Your arms snake around his neck, pulling yourself closer against him. Jimin groans against your lips as you grind down on him, desperate to feel him against your wet and clenching core. You’re sure there’s a wet spot on your jeans by now from how wet you feel yourself becoming the more you’re grinding against him. You let your hands travel from his shoulders and down his chest, reaching for the hem of his knitted sweater. Jimin helps you strip him of his sweater, his toned torso coming into view. You glance him over, taking in how well-built he is. It’s like there isn’t one single bad thing about him.
His chest is rising and falling as he pants, watching your face as you take in his body, your hands softly running over the dip of his abs. You brush your fingertips over the ‘nevermind’ tattoo on his ribs, looking up at him. He smiles, a soft and warm smile that makes your insides tingle like a small schoolgirl with a huge crush. You hum in response as he leans up and kisses you, lips capturing yours in a soft kiss.
“Wanna feel you so bad, Jimin,” you whisper against his lips, pulling away to kiss the underline of his jaw. He lets his head fall back to give you more space to leave your wet kisses against his skin. You feel his cock tensing in his pants, the fabric must be confining for him. You reach down, still leaving kisses all over his neck as you unbuckle his belt and unzips his pants. Jimin chokes on his breath as you pull him out, wrapping your hand around his hard cock. His cock is so pretty, you think to yourself. Good length and girth, fits nicely in your hand but still with room to move. You pump him, thumb wiping the precum from the tip and using it as lube to make your hand move up and down easily. Your mouth waters at the sight of it and you feel yourself becoming wetter at the sight of his cock in your hand, more precum leaking as you watch your hand pumping up and down his length. Jimin lets out a low moan at the way you softly squeeze him while giving him a handjob.
“Fuck,” he rasps out, his head falling back entirely at the feeling of your hand around him. “Feels good, baby.”
“Yeah?” You hum, moving up to meet his lips with your own. He cups your face with one hand, keeping you in place as he kisses you back, hungry and wet. His tongue moves against yours, a guttural moan tumbling into your mouth as you wipe the pad of your thumb over his tip once again. “Want you in me, please.”
Jimin’s cock tenses in your hand at the sound of your words, the pleading tone appealing to his dominating side. Kissing you slowly, he drops his hand from your cheek to the base of your neck. Without another word, he slides his hand up to wrap softly around your throat, tightening it carefully. You gasp, the feeling going straight to your core. His teeth bite into your bottom lip before pulling away, letting go of your lip with a pop sound. “On the couch, sweetheart.”
You look him in the eyes, noticing how they had changed since this whole thing began. A smirk plays on his lips, waiting patiently for you to follow his order. You don’t question it, catching the nod of approval when you get off his lap and onto the couch. Jimin strips himself entirely of his pants and boxers, standing before you in his naked glory. You lay back, watching as he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it slowly. “Want you to remove your pants and spread your legs for me,” he says, moving closer and placing his knees on the couch to stand in front of you. You do as he says, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them off. You leave your lace thong on, noticing the way Jimin’s eyes zoom in on the black fabric of them, softly licking his lips at the sight. Jimin moves to lay down between your legs, pushing them further apart. He keeps his eyes locked with yours as he leans down to press open-mouthed, wet kisses to your inner thighs.
A shaky breath leaves you as you watch him, lips slightly parted as he reaches up and brushes the tips of two fingers over your covered, very sensitive, core. You’re positive he feels how wet you are, all because of him.
“You’ve ruined your panties, baby,” he hums, still smirking as he looks up at you, “completely soaked. Just for me, right?”
You whimper while nodding.
Jimin tsks, looking up at you from between your legs. “Your words, ____,” he reminds you.
“Y-Yes, Jimin, just for you,” you whine, “please, touch me.”
You don’t need to ask him twice as Jimin leans down to press a kiss against your soaked panties before pulling them to the side, revealing your wet pussy. His breath hits your core causing goosebumps to rise upon your skin. A gasp emits from you when you feel him licking a stripe up between your folds. “Oh my god,” you moan breathily, feeling him lick you again and again. You’ve never been this wet before, you think to yourself as you feel Jimin wrap his lips around your clit. You’re whimpering, back arching as he sucks harshly, a loud whiny moan leaving you.
Jimin watches you as your eyes close and your eyebrows knit together in pure pleasure. You’re writhing above him, hips bucking up to feel more. His hands push your hips back down, holding you down as he starts eating you out at a faster tempo. You’re panting, feeling your first orgasm nearing you as he slurps your wetness, licking and sucking and flicking your clit.
When his fingers dip into your clenching pussy you let out a loud moan of his name, hands moving down to grab his hair. “Fuck, Jimin!” You whine, the first sparks of white hot pleasure clouding your vision. You feel your abdomen tightening, the string in you seconds away from snapping. The last few licks and flicks against your clit with a few pumps of his fingers brings you over the edge, the string snapping and your vision blurring. Jimin licks you through your orgasm, fingers still pumping in and out of you. He groans lowly at the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers. The thought of you doing that to his dick makes him slightly lightheaded.
Once you’re coming down from your bliss, Jimin crawls his way up and hovers above you. He’s smiling down at you, a hint of a smirk in his smile. You sling your arm over your eyes, letting out a small laugh. Jimin leans down and presses soft kisses to your collarbone and then further down between the valley of your breasts. You let out a heavy sigh, removing your arm again to look down at him.
“Good?” He hums, coming back up to carefully press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
You nod, “amazing.”
Jimin smiles as he kisses you, tongue immediately meeting yours. One of your hands dig into his hair while the other runs up and down the expanse of his naked back. You sigh deeply as he pulls away from the kiss, moving down your body while leaving kisses in his wake. He flicks your nipple with his tongue before moving further down. He hooks his fingers into the hem of your thong, pulling it down your legs and off before throwing it over his shoulder. You let out a laugh at that causing Jimin to grin at you once he returns to hover over you.
Jimin’s cock brushes your inner thigh, letting you know he’s close to sinking into you and being where he has been craving to be since that first kiss in his car. Before he can push himself inside of you, you press a hand against his chest. “Wait,” you stop him, raising your eyebrows at him in question. Realization hits Jimin and he’s getting off the couch, telling you he’ll be back in a minute. You wait, smiling like a goof when you hear him come running back from getting what you both were thinking of. He rips the silver packaging open with his teeth before sliding the condom on his, still very hard, cock.
Once that’s done, he returns to his hovering position over you, placing himself at your entrance. He glances up at you for approval. Once you nod, he wastes no time and starts pushing himself between your folds. You gasp at the feeling as he sinks deeper into you, stretching you nicely. Jimin watches the way his cock disappears between your legs, his lips slightly parted at the sight. “Holy shit,” he moans, bottoming out. You let out a breath once he’s all the way in. As a true gentleman, he waits till you’re used to the feeling of him. You’ve never been filled like this before, not with Seokmin or any other man.
“Please move,” you plead, wanting nothing more than to feel him slide in and out of you, fucking you into oblivion like you know he will once you’re both completely used to the feeling of each other. Jimin follows your soft orders, pulling out almost entirely before pushing himself back in. A soft moan falls from your lips as he continues this action over and over. The stretch feels so good, his girth and length just perfect for you. “Fuck Jimin, you feel so good.”
“So do you, baby,” he affirmed, grunting at the feeling of you clenching around him, “fuck, so do you.”
Jimin grabs your legs, silently telling you to wrap them around him. You do so, tightly wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands find a spot on each side of your head, a steady grip on the leather as he starts thrusting harder into you. You gasp, feeling him hit deep in you, the glide of his dick causing him to brush against your clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimper, nails digging into bicep as you grab it with your hand. You’re not allowed to have this grip on him for long as he grabs both your hands, locking them with his own before moving them above your head, keeping your hands from touching him. It’s pure torture but the feeling of his hands intertwined with yours sets off another tingle in you.
You look up at him as he hovers over you, eyes still focused on the way he’s thrusting in and out of you. A thin layer of sweat coats his forehead, neck and his chest. The leather couch doesn’t do any good for your back, sweat appearing on your back as you’re pushed further into the couch from Jimin’s movements. “Oh god, I’m so close,” you moan loudly, tightening your hold on his hands. You gasp as Jimin wraps his lips around one of your nipples, sucking it harshly as he fucks you harder, faster.
“You gonna cum for me, baby? Hmm?” He rasps out, voice raw and low, deeper than when he talks. You can’t speak, he’s dominating all your senses, making sure you feel him everywhere – his dick in you, his hands tightly intertwined with yours, his lips all over your skin, leaving wet kisses everywhere he can reach. “You gonna cum all over my cock?”
“Mhm, fuck yes,” you moan loudly, voice highpitched as he hits a certain spot in you.
“Yeah?” He hisses at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, letting him know that you’re close to your second orgasm, “you gonna fall apart on my cock, huh?”
You nod frantically, feeling your eyes fill with tears at the overwhelming feeling of your second orgasm almost hitting you. Jimin notices the tears in your eyes, smirking as he slows down his pace, grinding into you. “What- Jimin, please!” You cry out, not at all okay with the way he just slowed down and is keeping you from reaching your high. “Jimin, please, faster.”
“Wanna hear you beg, sweetheart,” he’s smirking as you look at him. Oh, he is evil. He untangles his fingers from yours and sits up on his knees, hands grabbing your ankles to bring them to his shoulders. Your jaw falls open at the new position, loving the way he’s grinding deeply into you, but not the slow pace he’s currently fucking you in. It’s complete torture. He smiles as he places a kiss on your ankle, the soft action a complete contrast to the dirty words leaving his lips. “Want me to fuck you faster?”
“Y-Yes,” you whimper, nodding at his words.
You want to roll your eyes but decide not to, desperate to reach that second orgasm. You bet he’s holding himself from coming right this moment, trying hard not to shoot his load into the condom as you clench around him. He looks so good as he stands there, his hips moving slowly as his dick moves in and out of you slowly, his abs contradicting under his skin, sweat glistening on his forehead and chin, dirty-blonde hair pushed back. He’s beautiful and he’s all yours for the time being. You can’t help yourself as you give in to his demands, the words tumbling from your lips before you can do anything else.
“Please, Jimin, please fuck me faster. I wanna cum all over your cock so bad,” you plead, voice in a desperate whine with an undertone of whimpering, “want you to ruin me, please!”
That seems to satisfy Jimin as he pulls out entirely only to flip you over and pull your ass up to his desired level. You don’t get to say anything before he’s pushing past your walls, sinking deep into you. Your eyebrows knit together tightly as your jaw falls slack at the feeling of him filling you up nicely just like when he slid into you the first time. His pace is brutal, hard and fast against your ass, skin slapping against skin. His hands are tightly gripping your hips, pulling you back against him. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he moans, one hand coming up to run along your spine. You gasp out his name as he grabs your shoulder and yanks you up, your back against him. One of your hands finds a spot in his hair, your head falling back to rest against his shoulder. His arm wraps around your chest, keeping you upright against his chest as he continues to fuck into you, his cock hitting the right spot over and over again.
“Oh my fucking god” you gasp out, feeling your orgasm nearing once again.
Jimin’s breathing hits the side of your face, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “close?”
“Mhm,” you hum, nodding as you bite your lip, holding yourself from moaning too loudly.
“Me- me too, baby,” he tells you, words halting due to a wave of pleasure rushing through his body. You feel his hips stutter, his orgasm seconds away from shooting through him at full speed. “Fuck,” he moans from behind you, the sound being a dirty melody in your ears.
“Oh god,” you moan as Jimin’s hard yet sloppy thrusts throws you over the edge a second time, “Jimin!”
You’re panting as you feel the orgasm raking through your body, the feeling going all the way to the tip of your fingers and toes, your pussy clenching as you try to catch your breath. Jimin feels your walls tightening around him, that alone being enough for him to spill his load into the condom, a low groan of pleasure emitting from his lips as his head drops to rest on your shoulder, his arm still holding you upright.
“Fuck, that was really…” You begin.
“Yeah, it was,” Jimin agrees, breathing heavily as he turns his head to leave a kiss on your cheek before letting go of you. You feel him slip out from between your folds as he moves to get off the couch. “Be right back,” he tells you before jogging (naked) towards the guest bedroom to get a damp towel. You fall back onto the couch, not bothering to cover up as Jimin returns with the damp towel, motioning you to spread your legs so he can clean up the mess down there. He’s careful as you’re still sensitive from the two orgasms he pulled you through tonight. Once you’re all cleaned up, he grabs a blanket from the other couch and moves back to you. You smile as he lays down beside you, pulling you close to his naked body and throwing a blanket over the two of you. You cuddle closer to him, feeling yourself relax entirely in his arms. You both lay in silence, the atmosphere very peaceful and comfortable.
You’re slightly startled when your phone goes off, the ring-tone extremely loud in the quiet living room. You reach for your purse on the floor, grabbing your phone out of it and answering the phone without taking a look at the caller-id. “Hello?” You greet whoever is calling you, a small smile on your lips as you feel Jimin’s lips peppering small kisses all over your shoulder and neck.
“____, where are you?”
You freeze in Jimin’s hold at the sound of Seokmin’s voice on the other end. You can tell Jimin can hear the voice of your boyfriend as he stops kissing your skin. You really should’ve looked at the caller-id before picking up. It’s a bad habit of yours that you need to get rid of eventually. Maybe this right here will teach you that lesson.
“Seokmin,” you breathe out, still kind of shocked he’s actually calling you, “uh, I’m out right now. Why?”
Seokmin is quiet on the other end. “You’re out? With who?”
You steal a glance at Jimin who’s not looking at you, but you know he’s paying attention to whatever Seokmin is saying. “A friend,” you quickly say, deciding that taking the discussion about Jimin and Seokmin’s own secret lover on the phone might not be a good idea right now.
“Well, will you be home soon or not?” Seokmin asks, clearly not giving a shit about what friend you’re with and where in the city you are in this exact moment. You let out a deep sigh, feeling like he just hit you straight in the gut by the sound of disinterest in his voice. “____, are you there?”
You nod, “yeah, I’m here. I’ll be home later.”
“Alright, see you then.”
“Yeah, bye,” you answer him even though he already hung up on you. You put your phone away before turning back to look at Jimin who’s already looking at you. The look on his face breaks your heart, the hurt flashing across his features enough to make you feel like the worst person in the world. “Jimin, I-”
“So you’re in a relationship,” he comments. You don’t say anything, your mind empty of things you could say to save your own situation right now. “And he was the one you were waiting for the other night when we met.” You nod, silently hoping and praying that Jimin will let you explain. A laugh tumbles from his lips and you’d normally find it adorable but not this one – this one is ironic, sarcastic as he shakes his head. “I really thought it was just some date who stood you up but it turns out it was your boyfriend,” he smiles sadly. He glances at you who’s looking at him with sad eyes. His sad smile falters and is replaced by a deep frown, eyes cold and empty of emotion. “I’m such an idiot.”
His words hurt, the fact that he thinks he’s the idiot in this doesn’t sit right with you. If anything, it’s you who’s the idiot. “Jimin, I was planning on breaking up with him. Our relationship ran off the tracks a long time ago,” you tell him, hoping that it would somehow make him see why you’re here with him and not at home with your boyfriend. “He doesn’t care about me at all, but you do.”
Jimin shakes his head at those words, moving to get up from the couch. He grabs his boxers from the floor, slipping them on and then his pants. You sit up, keeping the blanket close to your body, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. “Don’t do that to me, ____,” he says, jaw tightening as he does his best not to look at you, “don’t say that shit to me when you’re not fully available to care for.”
“But-” you try to speak but he isn’t having it, holding up a hand to stop you.
“When were you gonna tell me, huh?” He snapped, “after we fucked and you’ve broken up with him? Or were you just gonna leave it out and hope that it’d never be a subject of conversation?”
You feel your eyes welling up with tears, watching Jimin become angrier and angrier the more he thinks about you and Seokmin and the fact that he just had sex with someone who’s still in a relationship. You can tell it’s bothering him to no end, the way he’s frustratingly running a hand through his hair and tugging on the ends as if to relieve some of the anger that’s coursing through his body. Jimin’s thoughts are running a hundred miles per hour as he paces the living room. There’s one thing he has always sworn to never do again and that is to be involved with women who are already off the market so to speak. He made a mistake with you, ignoring the fact that you had been waiting for someone else and instead being selfish about his attraction to you. After that date the other night, he didn’t even rethink why he was on that date with you in the first place.
“Jimin, I can explain it all to you if you’ll just let me,” you tell him, voice small as you try to talk to him.
He’s shaking his head. “No… you need to leave,“ he mutters, finally looking up at you, “this,” he points between the two of you, “whatever we had, isn’t going to happen anymore.”
“But Jimin-” you try again, standing up while still clutching the blanket to your front.
He looks at you, hurt painted all over his face because you really did hurt him and his trust. You caused him to break that one thing he swore to never do after it happened with another woman years ago. “____, please just leave,” he pleads, voice less harsh now, “get dressed and get the hell out.”
Without another word, he stalks off towards what you assume is his bedroom, muttering something along the lines of ‘can’t believe it happened again’. Again? You flinch as you hear the door being slammed shut. Tears fall down your cheeks as you begin to get dressed. You glance at the still set table, the wine glasses and plates empty for wine and food. Sighing deeply, you grab your purse from the floor and let yourself out of Jimin’s place, making sure the door is locked after you before heading for the elevator. Once inside the elevator, you let yourself feel the pain of Jimin dismissing you like that. Your cheeks are wet from tears once you reach your car. You get into the driver’s seat, sitting still for a minute as you think about what the hell just happened.
Even though you’ve only known Jimin for such a short amount of time, you’ve felt more wanted and cared for than you ever did with Seokmin. Jimin’s natural loving nature was overwhelming but in the best way possible and you’ll be damned if this is the last time you’ll ever see him. Jungkook’s advice comes to your mind; Just follow your gut and do what you feel is right for you. Your boss is a wise man, you chuckle to yourself before pulling out of the parking lot. You head home with one goal in mind – doing what you feel is right for you by ending things with Seokmin.
The apartment is quiet once you arrive home and step inside. The light is turned on in the living room, the only sound coming from Seokmin who’s seated on the couch and, as always, typing away on his laptop. This man will never stop working.
“Hey,” you call out, barely catching his attention. He glances up at you as a greeting before turning back to his laptop. You sigh deeply, his actions just confirming you in your decision. You step around the couch, placing yourself in front of him.
“What is it?” He asks, finally looking up at you. You know he notices that you’re slightly red around your eyes and that the tip of your nose is a bit red as well. You’re not surprised when he decides not to comment on it.
“We need to talk,” you tell him.
Seokmin rolls his eyes lightly as he sighs deeply. “Can’t it wait? I got things I need to get done,” he reasons, clearly not in the mood to have a conversation with you right now.
You chuckle humorlessly, reaching a breaking point for his shitty and inconsiderate behavior. “Do you ever stop being a complete asshole?” You ask him, genuinely interested in knowing because you can’t tell if he’ll ever stop behaving like an arrogant jerk.
“What do you mean?” Seokmin asks, his arrogance shining through as he pretends to not know what you’re talking about. You can’t believe some people really behave like this, like they’re better than everyone else and that they never do anything wrong. Unfortunately, Seokmin is one of many and it’s truly sad to see how they make more enemies in life than allies. When you don’t answer him right away, he scoffs, “listen, sweetie, if you’re just here to insult me, can’t you just go to bed or something? I have work to do.”
“I know you’re cheating on me, Seokmin.”
He chokes on his own spit when he hears the words that tumbles from your mouth, coughing for a bit before he looks at you again. “Excuse me?”
You nod. “You heard me, sweetie,” you say in a mocking tone, “don’t try to explain yourself or come up with excuses. I don’t care what you’re doing behind my back, actually, I couldn’t care less.”
He chuckles nervously, “why would I cheat on you when I’ve made a promise to your parents that we’ll get married someday? Isn’t that what you want?”
“Oh, Seokmin, this thing between us has been on the wrong track a loooong time,” you laugh, “there’s no way I’ll ever marry you, you cheating asshole. That would only be putting myself in misery for the rest of my life.”
Seokmin is shocked to say the last. You can easily tell by the way he has no idea what to say or do after you’ve called him out. As you stand here in front of him, anger slowly builds up inside your chest as he still pretends to be innocent and acts like he has never done anything to be unfaithful to you.
“I cared for you for a long time, Seokmin, I really did,” you say, a sad smile on your face, “but you’ve walked all over me more times than I can count and taken my affection for granted. Yes, I wanted to marry you when we first started dating because you were everything my parents wanted in my future husband, but they don't see you like I do. They don’t see you for who you really are which is a pathetic excuse of a boyfriend who thinks he can play off his arrogance and rude behavior by treating his girlfriend to some nice gifts and dinner dates.”
“Where is all this coming from?” Seokmin sighs deeply, finally giving in and not pretending to be something he’s not.
You frown at him, Jimin appearing in your mind as you think about all the reasons for your sudden outburst. Where is all this coming from? You know where. It has been a long time coming but when Jimin came into your life so randomly, you realized that there is a good man in this world who is more than happy to take time out of his day to see you and to do something extra nice for you like cooking dinner. After all Jimin has done the past few days, you find yourself wanting to give back to him; cook him a nice dinner, bring him lunch at work and spend as much time with him as possible. But you’re not sure if that will happen after tonight.
“I met someone,” you tell Seokmin, even though it’s none of his business. Your boyfriend, or whatever he is at the moment, raises his eyebrows.
“You met someone?” He repeats your words. You nod. “And what? He’s your knight in shining armor?”
You smirk. “Something like that,” you quipped, “he’s everything you never were.”
Seokmin nods as he takes in your words. “So what you’re saying is that you’ve been cheating me as well?”
Your smirk falters, a scowl appearing on your face as he turns the conversation around to focus on you. Yes, you cheated on him as well and it is wrong, but you don’t feel bad or guilty about it because Seokmin is just as much a cheater as you are, probably more. Who knows how many times he’s had his dick in other women while you’ve been at home, thinking he was at work every single time?
“You can’t pin this on me, Seokmin. We’re both at fault here,” you point out. When he doesn’t speak up again, you turn on your heel and head for the bedroom, wanting to get out of your clothes and shower. The remnants of Jimin on you is only making the feeling of hurting him worse. You desperately need to get it off before you’re seeing his heartbroken features in your mind again. Before you reach the bedroom, you hear Seokmin speak words you didn’t think he’d say.
“I forgive you,” he calls out causing you to pause in your steps, turning around to look back at him. He gets up from the couch and walks closer to you. You watch as he comes to a stop in front of you, “I forgive you, ____. We can put all this behind us and get married like our parents want us to.”
His hands come up to cup your face, but you slap them away before he can touch you. “Are you kidding me?” You snap, anger taking over your features as you look at him in disbelief. “How can you not see that this relationship is a fucking lost cause? Nothing can save this, Seokmin. We’re done.”
Seokmin sighs deeply in frustration as he watches you whip around and stalk off into the bedroom, slamming the door to the ensuite bathroom behind you. There’s no way in hell you’re ever going to try and fix this with him. Your parents will probably disown you for fucking up something that could’ve been amazing for their reputation but this is your life, not theirs, and you’re certainly not going to spend it with some arrogant asshole who’s only in this relationship with you so that it can benefit him career-wise. You’re sick and tired of guys using you just to get close with your parents and to get a leg in the business your parents are running.
You stay in the shower for a long time, letting your feelings consume you whole as tears fall. You’re full on sobbing as you clean Jimin’s scent off you, hating how your relationship with Jimin could become so amazing and then fall to the ground again all within three days. Why do bad things keep happening to you? It isn’t fair how you ended up in this messy situation because you’re too damn scared to stand up for yourself against your parents and everyone else in your life.
Jimin is laying in his own bed, thinking about everything that went down tonight. All from the way his stomach had been tingling the entire time while making dinner till the moment you knocked on his door. He had been in awe when he opened the door for you and noticed your casual outfit that lowkey matched his own. He had been staring at your lips throughout dinner, wondering how long it’d be before he would kiss them again because you’re just so kissable. Then he got to have you the way he had imagined since the make out session in his car. The sound of your delicate moans flowing from your lips like a song, the way you’d press yourself against him and kiss him back like nothing else mattered. And then it all came crashing down when your so-called boyfriend called to hear where you were because you weren’t at home in the apartment you share with him.
He had told you to get the hell out of his apartment, not sparing you another glance as he headed into his bedroom and slammed the door after him. He could hear your soft cries as you got dressed in the living room but he was just so angry with you and himself too that he couldn’t even be within himself at all. He cared about you, more than he probably should after such a short time of knowing you, but his mother once told him that when he meets someone special, he’ll know. And he did know. With you.
Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be, you and him. Perhaps it’s for the better and perhaps you’re supposed to be with that boyfriend of yours, even though you did say you were planning on breaking up with him. Jimin sighs deeply as he runs a hand over his face, hating how his mind is constantly thinking about ‘what if’ and ‘what now’. He’s also wondering if you’re okay, if you’re crying yourself to sleep or if you’re even able to sleep at all just like himself.
Turning over onto his side, Jimin closes his eyes and tries his best to fall asleep, hoping you’ll disappear from his mind throughout the night. However, you don’t, you’re all over the place. It’s gonna be a long ass night.
The past few nights and days have been killing you. Seokmin has hogged up the bed, only letting you take your own duvet and pillow to make yourself a camp on the couch. Thankfully, the couch is rather big and comfortable so it’s not really a problem, but you’d prefer your own bed, just not with Seokmin in it. You should’ve known he’d take the bed for himself like the arrogant idiot that he is, but a small part of you had been hoping he’d make an exception this one time considering he’s the problem in this relationship and not you.
You barely see him, only just waking up to the sound of him closing the front door and locking it. He has been going to work earlier than usual the past few mornings and coming home late, probably spending most of his time with his secret girlfriend. You don’t mind his absence anymore, but instead enjoying it as it gives you permission to mope around in your own little world after arriving home from work.
Work has been a disaster, to be honest. Next month's issue of that magazine you’re in charge of is only halfway done and the deadline is arriving a bit too fast for your liking. Jungkook has been giving you these sad smiles while doing his best to cheer you up. He even made Sunhee bake a cake just so he could bring it to you, hoping it’d make your mood just a tad bit better. It didn’t really work but the cake functioned perfectly as comfort food. You had made sure to text Sunhee, telling her how amazing her cake was and that you really appreciated her concern. You just hated being the one receiving pitying looks because you arrived to work looking like a bag of shit. It’s funny how people always end up looking like crap when their love life is going off the rails.
It’s a late night and you’re on the couch once again, your laptop in your lap as you type away in your notes and doing some editing for the next magazine cover. Seokmin arrives home, barely glancing your way as he makes his way to the bedroom which has become his sacred place after the past couple of days. You’re silently minding your own business, not at all planning on engaging in a conversation with him as he stalks back out and towards you. He plops down beside you, his long body spreading out to fill up most of the couch. You immediately notice the smell of alcohol as he reeks of it. You pay him no attention, hoping he’ll move away again once he catches on to the silence and ignorance you’re offering him.
You scrunch up your nose as he moves closer, the strong smell of liquor invading your senses. You want to throw up, you think to yourself as he moves to sit up, one arm of his slugging around your shoulders. “Seokmin,” you warn when you feel his face nearing the side of yours, “Seokmin…”
The feeling of your heart hammering in your chest is enough to let you know that you’re nervous about what he might do if you let him get any closer. You have never experienced him so affectionate before, not even when you started dating, and the fact that he’s drunk as hell does not sit right with you. “Honey, we should work things out,” he slurs and then hiccups, “fix o-our problems and shit.”
“Please get away from me,” you whisper, slowly inching away from him and his whiskey breath. It isn’t until he wraps his arm around your shoulders entirely, trying to pull you closer, that you elbow him in the stomach. He groans in pain, clutching his stomach which allows you to get out of his grip. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me, you asshole!”
You don’t realize you’re crying until you’re out of his hold, his actions shocking you to an extent you’ve never experienced before. God, how could you be so blind to how he really is? There’s no way this man would ever want the best for you. He’s arrogant and selfish, only using people for his own sake and never giving anything in return. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself and it shows more and more for each day. You whimper as he looks up at you, a sickening scowl on his face as he rests back against the couch. You quickly grab your laptop from beside him and anything else that’s yours from the coffee table. You take a last look at him, your face twisted in disgust.
“Get the fuck out of my apartment,” he snarls, throwing a dismissing hand in your direction. You shake your head in disappointment – not in him, but in yourself. You were so blinded by his good looks and charms around people that you didn’t notice the arrogant and selfish side of him. It’s sad, really, that such an intelligent and successful man ends up being in love with no one but himself and his career. How he got to the top in his job surprises you to no end. They certainly didn’t choose him based on his personality or his ability to work as a team. Seokmin doesn’t know what it means to be a teamplayer, only doing things for himself and no one else.
Without saying another word to him, you bring your things to the bedroom to pack a bag with some necessities; clothes for work, your laptop, your chargers and a toiletries bag with the most necessary things. Seokmin is passed out on the couch once you’re dressed and ready to leave. You take a last glance at him, wanting nothing more than to slap him across the face. “I really fucking hate you, Kim Seokmin.”
The weather is against you as it’s pouring down when you’re making your way to your car. You throw your bag into the passenger seat before turning on the car and heading out of the parking spot, desperate to go somewhere else than here. But where could you possibly go? You don’t have that many friends in Seoul, the only ones being friends of Seokmin as well. You don’t want to trouble Jungkook any further with your misery and you sure as hell can’t drive all the way to Daegu to where your parents are living.
“Jimin,” you whisper to yourself but then realizing that going there wouldn’t be a good idea. Although you don’t really have anywhere else to go. You could book a hotel room but that’d be a waste of money when there are other opportunities such as, well, Jimin’s place. God, why can’t something good just happen to you for once?
The drive to Jimin’s place feels it’ll never end. The rain is still pouring as you finally park the car in the parking lot. You turn off your car and sit back, watching the front doors to Jimin’s building opening and closing as people arrive and leave as they have places to be. You don’t even know if he’s home. With your luck, he probably isn’t. You decide that taking the chance might be as good as any other decision you can possibly make. You’re drenched in rain once you reach the doorbell, pressing Jimin’s as if you’ve been here multiple times. It rings and rings. You cross your fingers, praying to whoever rules over your life that he’ll answer it and let you up. A sigh of relief falls from your lips as you hear the door being unlocked. You quickly push yourself inside, ignoring how you’re dripping onto the tiles of the lobby and the carpeted floors of the hallway to his apartment once you step out of the elevator.
Jimin is already standing in his doorway, looking at you as you walk up to him. He looks tired, his hair is a mess and the corners of his mouth are turned upside down. You know this is your doing, but you internally hope that the sight of you makes him feel a bit better. Also, there’s a small tingle in your stomach because you’re finally seeing him again, scared you wouldn’t after that unfortunate night almost a week ago.
“I have nowhere else to go,” you quietly say, shrugging weakly as you glance to your soaked sneakers-covered feet. You’re looking utterly defeated as jimin looks at you with those sad and angry eyes as that time he told you to get out of his place when he found out about Seokmin. “All my friends are his friends and my parents live a few hours from here. I’m really sorry to come barging like this-”
“Shut up, will you?” Jimin asks you, chuckling softly, “and get in here before you freeze to death in those wet clothes.”
Smiling softly, you let him take your hand and pull you inside his apartment, closing the door after you. You drop your bag to the floor in the entrance of his home before shrugging off your wet jacket. Jimin takes it and hangs it onto a coat hanger, leaving it to dry. He doesn’t speak much as he wraps his hand around yours again, guiding you into his bedroom and further into his ensuite-bathroom. You stay in the doorway to his big bathroom as he runs a bath. You watch silently, slightly shocked to see that he pulls his sweatshirt over his head, leaving him half-naked in front of you. When you don’t move, he pauses to look at you.
He softly smiles, motioning you to come closer, “come here.”
You step closer, stopping in front of him. Your heart is hammering inside your chest as he reaches for the hem of your slightly wet t-shirt to pull it over your head, leaving you in just a flimsy bralette. Jimin is careful as he pushes the waistline of your loose-fitting pants down and lets them fall to the floor beneath you, revealing a new pair of lace underwear. This time in a faded pink color. He smirks as he glances up at you, causing you to roll your eyes playfully. The fact that it’s so easy to fall back into things with Jimin says a lot about the two of you and the way you feel about each other, none of you just haven’t mentioned it yet.
Jimin leans down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder as he reaches around you to unclasp the flimsy, lace bralette. You close your eyes momentarily, feeling him leave a few more kisses against your skin as he helps you off with the bra, dropping it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. It’s so intimate, to be undressing each other so carefully while he kisses your skin softly.
“Missed you so much,” he whispers against your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your naked waist, pulling you in closer. “Been thinking about since you left.”
“I missed you too,” you quietly tell him, arms snaking their way around his neck. You close your eyes as he rests his forehead against yours. It’s silent but a million words are being said within the silence. You pull away just enough to look into his eyes, cupping his cheek with one hand, thumb brushing over his cheek, “let me explain everything to you.”
“Okay,” he whispers back, removing your hand from his cheek to engulf it in his own, resting them against his chest, right above where his heart is beating just for you, “kiss me first?”
You do kiss him, carefully and softly, slowly moving your lips against his like you’ve both been waiting to kiss one another again. That’s the truth, you have been waiting, hoping, that he’d make his way into your life again and that you’d get a chance to explain everything that has been going on in your life the past year or so and how it all changed once he saved you from that embarrassing situation a bit over a week ago. After everything that has happened, you want to believe what you’ve been through has been a journey to get him after all.
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on the way | bts
⏤ summary: seven little drabbles about you (fem reader) announcing the boys that they’re going to be fathers
⏤ genre: pregnancy au, fluff, and a bit of angst
⏤ warnings: pregnancy, mentions of insecurity, some teasing, allusions to sex, but it’s generaly just pure softness
⏤ words: 4k
⏤ note: so, i’ve been thinking about doing this for the past weeks but never got the time to really do it. since yesterday i didn’t work on anything, i decided to just go for this at the end of the day. i hope you’ll like it, let me know what you think of it & if you’d like to read more things like this, let me know ✨ love you all 💜
Five months ago, you married the love of your life. Kim Seokjin. That day was more than magical, being for sure the best day of your life. But the two of you agreed to wait a bit before starting a family of your own. The two of you wanted to enjoy the first months of the life of newlyweds before bringing a third life to it. So far, this life together feels like heaven.
But for the past few days, you’ve been feeling unwell, almost like the flu. After an afternoon with your mother, she convinced you to take a pregnancy test as she suspected you to be carrying your first child. Of course, she was thrilled because lately, she’s been running around you a lot, always asking for a grandchild.
You take a deep breath before looking down at the test that rested on the counter for the past couple of minutes. Jin is watching tv in the living room, completely unaware of what you’re doing at the moment. With shaking hands, you turn the test before noticing two lines on it.
A small life is growing inside you at the moment, and you can’t help but be happy. It wasn’t on your plans but both of you never minded if a child would come earlier than expected. Plus, this will save you months and months of trying to conceive life. All you did so far was enjoying good sex together.
“JIN!” You scream as you open the bathroom door.
In a hurry, he stands up, imagining the worse as he runs to you. His heart starts beating faster on his chest, wondering what horrible thing he will hear. But as he sees your smile, his heart melts completely.
“I’m pregnant.” You tell him as you show him the pregnancy test.
His eyes go from your face to the item in your hands before going to your face again.
“Babe, I don’t understand what that test is saying.” He says with a big smile spreading across his face, making him look like a happy baby.
“It says that I’m pregnant.” You repeat. “Our baby is growing inside me.” You touch your flat stomach, a gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed by your husband. That gesture is what makes him understand what is happening. Now, he fully realizes that in a couple of months, a tiny human is going to join the two of you, turning you into parents.
He’s going to be a father.
“We’re going to be parents!” He screams before he holds you tight in his embrace, tears of joy running down both your faces.
You place your hand on your heart before closing your eyes. Never in your life, did you imagine that you’d be so stressed to see your longtime boyfriend, Yoongi. Your heart is pounding at a fast pace as you put your other hand on the doorknob.
As usual, your boyfriend is in the studio, working on new music with the boys. A couple of hours ago, you asked him to let you know when he’ll be alone. He always stays longer than any other member since he’s completely in charge of the music. Most of the time, he just sits in his chair, listening on repeat to what was recorded throughout the day, and he arranges the song here and there to improve it.
When he gets tired of being at the studio, he just goes back home earlier to spend the afternoon with you, working while you’re cooking or while you’re watching tv. Those randoms moments always end up inspiring him and that’s when he creates the best songs the group has ever made. Well, the best songs according to him.
Today, he’s just chilling at the studio since he took a small nap after the lunch break. He was really exhausted, preparing for the comeback has been tiring him a lot, and last night, you’ve been throwing up almost the entire night which didn’t help him to rest. He stayed by your side, holding your head and hair while you were throwing up. Seeing you unwell always breaks his heart because he feels powerless. A feeling that he deeply hates, especially when it comes to you.
When you open the door of his studio, you see him in his chair with his headphones, taping with his feet on the floor. When he does it, it means that he’s enjoying what he’s listening to. Without any hesitation, you’d say that he’s proud of what they did with the song playing in his headphones.
Yoongi is so absorbed by the music that he doesn’t notice you. Using that to your advantage, you just glance lovingly at him. No matter how stressed you are about the news you’re going to give him, your heart only burns for him.
You love him so much.
But that’s also what scares you the most. Even if you don’t doubt the love he has for you, you’re just scared that he’ll turn you down. A life without him is something that you don’t envision because nothing would have sense anymore.
As you take a step in his direction, he notices you, a smile spreading across his cute face but it instantly fades away when his eyes meet yours. Worry eradiates from them, and his heart clenches at the sight. He taps his lap to invite you to sit on it which you do, wanting to be in the comfort of his arms.
“Are you okay, honey?” He asks as you press your head against his chest, his lips pressing a kiss on the top of your head.
Your heart beats faster but you know that you have to tell him. You simply can’t run away from this. “I’m pregnant.”
For a brief moment, he doesn’t say anything, making you grow worrier and worrier. This is pure torture for your poor soul. But you understand that he needs some time to process the information he just received. Your arms hold him tighter, wanting to feel him closer to you.
“Are you sure?” He asks but not once do you hear hesitation or scariness in his voice.
You glance up at him, needing to see his facial expression right now. To your surprise, his eyes are sparkling as a bright smile is stretching on his face. Yoongi is glowing more than ever. As you see his expression, your heart melts instantly.
“Yes, I am.”
His lips press against yours, kissing you passionately.
“Fuck, we’re going to be parents.” He whispers on your lips as he fully realizes what’s waiting for him. “Can’t believe it!”
Hobi, your sunshine is just coming back from his intensive rehearsal. You have a life-changing announcement to do, and you literally can’t wait to do it. From this day on, it won’t just be you and him. It’ll be you, him, and your baby. A baby more than desired.
A little over a year ago, you both started the whole conversation of getting married and starting your little family. The conversation was brought up after the wedding of your sister, your parents asking when you and Hoseok would follow in the footsteps of your sister.
Unfortunately, you’ve seen with your own eyes how hard it has been for your sister to get pregnant. She desperately wants to give a child to her husband but for the past year, it hasn’t been easy. And that has been scaring you a lot. You don’t want to commit to a life with Hobi without knowing if you’d be able to give him a family.
Since he really wants to become your husband, he took appointments with the best doctors in the country to check if the two of you could conceive life. After they confirm that none of you would have any issues procreating, he asked for your hand in marriage. That was six months ago.
Your marriage will take place in a couple of days. To say that you’re excited is an understatement. Nothing in the world would ever make you happier than becoming Mrs. Jung but what makes you the happiest is to spend the rest of your days with the man that taught you what love truly is.
“Hello, sunshine.” You say as he steps inside and walks towards you. He kisses you gently before taking a step back to look at you.
“What’s going on?” He asks as he tries to read you. His eyes roam your face, trying to understand what you’re feeling but besides the constant happiness that is always displaying on your face, he sees nothing more.
“Hold out your hands.” You tell him.
Before doing it, he puts his bag on the floor while his eyes look at you with confusion. Something is going on, he can sense it but he doesn’t know what. All he can think about is that it might be related to the wedding.
When he holds out his hands, you grab what you put in your vest pocket before placing it in his hands. You glance up at him to analyze his face while he brings the test closer to his face to read what’s written on the small screen. The world completely stops moving when he reads the word.
For a surprise, that’s a really good one! In a couple of days, he’s going to become your husband, and knowing that this adventure will start with a little bean growing inside you makes him even happier.
Hoseok holds your face in his hands before covering you with tons of kisses. You giggle as he does it. His reaction just confirms that he’s the man that you want to marry and spend the rest of your life with.
“A little Jung is on the way!” He says with so much euphoria.
Now, his lips only press kisses on yours, and you kiss him back. This is for sure one of the best days of your life.
“I want to make love to you all night long.” He says against your lips.
“God, no.” You instantly reply. “You’re all sweaty and you stink so much.”
His hands slowly go down to grab yours, guiding you both to the bathroom.
Namjoon has always desired to become a father, that’s a fact. A fact he never hid from you. Since day one, you knew that he was looking for a serious relationship where eventually, one day you’d conceive a tiny human being.
That could have scared you but when you met Namjoon, you were having kind of a baby fever. But beyond that, you fell completely in love with him. Even if you weren’t looking for anything serious, you would have changed your mind for him because Namjoon is precious.
But you never imagined that you’d be carrying a baby after two years of relationship. The ‘you’ before Namjoon would have just said that you’re crazy and rushing things but the ‘you’ of today just feels like it’s the perfect timing. Your relationship keeps blooming constantly, and having a baby right now is part of the blooming process.
Your hand holds tighter Namjoon’s hand while you walk in the park. Today is a very sunny day, and you both decided to go out for a walk to enjoy the good weather. Nothing feels better than feeling the sun kissing your exposed skin while you’re with your boyfriend.
But this little walk is extra special because you’re going to announce to him that he’s going to be a father in the next upcoming months. The news was only announced to you this morning over the phone. A couple of days ago you did a blood test to check up on your health and it came out that a little human is growing inside you. Thank god your boyfriend wasn’t home at that moment because you cried tears of happiness.
“Joonie.” You say to have his full attention.
“Mmm.” He says as his eyes land on your figure.
“How would you react if I told you that I’m pregnant?”
Saying “I’m pregnant” seems pretty boring for you, you just want to announce it a bit differently although you know that no matter how you’ll tell him the good news, you know that he’ll never forget this day.
“You’d make me the happiest and most fulfilled man in the world.” He replies without even blinking.
Slowly, you push his hand to your stomach, resting on it as you look up at him.
“A mini us is growing just here.” You say while your eyes never leave his sweet face.
His hand caresses your still small stomach while he imagines a small human being inside you. The day he has waited for his entire life is finally happening, and the explosion of emotions inside him is even more magical than he pictured it. A small human is going to make their way on earth thanks to the love he has for their mother.
“Two hearts are beating inside the woman I love the most.” A proud smile grows on both your faces, more than grateful to start this new adventure together.
For the first time ever, you’re working with your boyfriend, Jimin. You’re not particularly nervous or stressed because you already know how he is but entering his professional environment for the first time is weird. You’ve rarely met the idol side of him, only knowing his true self. So it always feels weird when you’re around the idol and not your Jimin.
The boys are going to make a comeback in a couple of days, and they’re doing photoshoots to release teasers. Jimin requested to have you as his make-up artist.
Simply because he just loves what you do. Since the first day you’re together, you love to use him as a model to experience new make-up styles. He has always adored the time you spend together when you do it, and he always gives his honest opinion about it, even giving you his advice on what to change when something seems weird. Jimin knows how talented you are when it comes to make-up.
After some thinking and discussions, you accepted to do it because you saw this as an opportunity to spend more time with him. His job keeps him away from you most of the time, and even after five years, it’s still hard. But this is really a unique opportunity to be with him and to create unforgettable memories.
“Jimin, stop caressing my leg.” You tap his hand to make him stop since he’s preventing you from focusing.
“I can’t keep my hands to myself when you’re around, princess.” He teases you with a wink.
“I’ll quit if you keep doing this!”
Sometimes, you just wonder why you accepted this job. Jimin is always a tease when you do his make-up, he can’t keep his hands to himself and he always tries to kiss you when your face is close to his.
“We both know you won’t.” He answers.
You take a deep breath, closing your eyes. You perfectly know that the way he’s acting is getting a bit on your nerves because you found out minutes before that you’re pregnant. You still have to tell him but you just don’t want to do it here and now. But with his attitude, you just feel like you’ll end up announcing it right here.
“Don’t tempt me, Jimin.”
His eyes wander in your face, trying to understand why you’re not teasing him back as you always do. Obviously, he can sense that you’re a bit more tense than usual but only this morning, you were just alright.
“Babe, you don’t have to be nervous, you’re doing an amazing job.” His hand caresses your leg again but this time, he’s trying to comfort you, something you appreciate. “You always do an amazing job when it comes to make-up that’s why I chose you.”
Quickly glancing around yourself, you take a sit on his lap. You need to tell him. Jimin is always extremely adorable when he reassures and comforts you but you don’t want him to think that this is making you nervous because it isn’t.
This bold move surprises him since he knows you too well and you’d have never done this in front of the boys and staff. Your finger cleans the eye shadow that fell under his eyes as you gather all the courage inside you to finally tell him what’s in your heart.
“I’m not nervous because of the job.” You admit, your voice barely over a whisper. “We created a baby that is cooking right now inside my stomach.” You feel like it’s a terrible way to announce to him that you’re pregnant. “I found it out only minutes ago.”
“A baby?” His brows furrow. “Like our baby?”
“I’m expecting our first child, Jimin.”
For a moment he closes his eyes, trying to hold back the tears because he doesn’t want to ruin the make-up you just did. He rests his forehead against your chest before screaming: “I’m going to be a dad!”
Today, Taehyung is working from home. He hasn’t been feeling very well, and after discussing with his team, they all accepted that for today, he’ll just work on his song from home. At least, he’ll have some peace and will be able to rest at the same time.
On your side, today is a day you took off to go buy new items for your house. A little over three months ago, you two got married and moved to a new house. Taehyung gifted you your dream house at your wedding, he truly wanted to give you something really special for the occasion although you considered that marrying him was already more than a present.
Since then, you’ve been decorating it based on your tastes to make it the perfect home for you and him. Despite his busy schedule, he has been doing all he can to help you out because this is both your home.
For the past few days, you’ve been doubting that you’re pregnant. All the symptoms are there but your husband seems to not have noticed it just yet. So, you bought some pregnancy tests that you just did. There are five of them. It’s a lot but you really want to be sure. You don’t want a test to give you false hopes because you know it’ll just break your heart.
Your eyes look at all the tests. The result is the same for all of them.
No false hopes can be built here. Five tests, five positives. You look at yourself in the mirror, lifting your shirt up. It’s truly unbelievable that someone is inside you right now. A life that was created by you and Taehyung is right now growing inside your stomach. A new Kim will join the earth side in a couple of months and will change your life forever. That baby Kim will turn you into a mother. A parent.
In the background, you can hear your husband singing what is on his mind. As always the song is beautiful even if it’s just in the production stage. His voice always makes you fall in love with him over and over again.
Grabbing the five tests, you walk to his creative room before taking a seat next to him. A smile appears on his face when he sees you, his eyes glancing at the items you’re holding in your hands.
“What is it?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Pregnancy tests.” You answer as you place them in front of him. “All of them are positives.”
His eyes widen as he still looks at you. Glancing down at the five tests, he takes them to confirm your words. Without any surprise, they’re all positives, confirming that a small baby is growing inside your pretty belly.
Taehyung kisses you passionately. He’s going to start a little family with you, only a couple of months ago it was just a conversation, and today, it’s happening. You’re going to be parents.
“I need to write a song for our baby.” He says on your lips. “A lullaby that I’ll sing every night.”
“Look at me, honey,” Jungkook says with the camera in his hands.
Just seconds ago, you called him because you have an announcement to do. So, he took his camera to record every second of your announcement. When he’ll be eighty, he wants to look back at this video with a big smile on his face as he remembers this precise moment.
With a bright smile on your face, you turn around, holding tightly in your hand the result of the blood test you did some days ago.
Every year, you do some blood tests to make sure you’re healthy but this year, a small surprise appeared on the results. It was mentioned that you’re pregnant, and for a minute, your brain completely stopped working.
For some months, you and Jungkook have been trying to conceive a baby but all the pregnancy tests were negatives, breaking your heart each time. As time passed, it made you feel like a failure. A woman unable to create a life. But thankfully, Jungkook has always comforted you, telling you that you’ll both manage to do it. Together.
You show the results to your boyfriend, the smile staying on your face as he reads what is written on the sheet of paper. He almost drops the camera when he reads the little word he has been dying to hear for the past few months.
A human that shares his DNA is growing inside you, protected from the outside world. This definitely feels unreal. You’re carrying his child. Your child. A baby that will call him ‘dad’, and you ‘mom’.
“We made it, babe!” He says as he lifts his head to look at you. “We made it.” He repeats with so much more happiness.
Jungkook places the camera on the table before hugging you tightly in his arms. He has never felt this happy, causing tears to run down his face.
“Yes, we did it.” You answer as you also cry in his arms.
After all this trying, you succeed. You’re going to be a mother. The mother of Jungkook’s child. This is without any doubt the best day of your life.
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Hi! I hope you are doing well ☺️ I have a request!
With Jimin, mainly fluff, a tiny angst and a smudge of smut if you are comfortable, I was thinking in frenemies2l au 😅 you know like they are friends but there is tension, but the good kind and feelings and witty banter and maybe some misunderstanding
“Can I at least tell my side of the story?”
“I can’t keep playing pretend.”
“I’d do anything for you.”
“You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”
Love your writing btw!! ❣️
Anonymous said: jimin x fluff/crack humour x “Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no? (optional!) x someone contracts Black Cat Flu: a disease that causes chronic bad luck and has to be under quarantine. method of cure? up to you!
↳ Black Cat Flu
2.9k || 98% Fluff, 2% Angst || Park Jimin || Magic!AU, Frenemies!AU
Every night, you answer house calls.
It’s a tough job from time to time, especially when patients are difficult or the problem itself is complex. One thing’s for sure — there’s never a shortage of issues. Plenty of witches and wizards like to be irresponsible with magic. But you enjoy the job. It’s worth it when you can leave with a sound heart that your patient is on their way to recovering. It’s worth staying up past dusk and dawn when you know you’ve eased a family and saved them from unnecessary grief.
But what you don’t expect is answering a house call for Park Jimin.
You’re standing in front of his townhouse with a long sigh, gripping your first aid kit in one hand and your wand in the other. In spite of the sharp black gate and the pointed edges of his roof that gives off an eerie feeling, he’s decorated the front windows with goofy, flashing pumpkin stickers and charmed fireflies to twinkle and light up the stair railing. That was Jimin for you.
You knock on the door.
Immediately, you hear thumps that follow, a muffled curse and then the door opens.
On the other side, Jimin is disheveled. His brown hair is sticking in all directions, his navy shorts are covered in soot and short enough to be boxers, and there’s a tear in his black and white long sleeve. You try to not to stare at the skin of his tummy. It’s not too hard to resist when his brown eyes are perfectly rounded and he’s staring into your soul with a distressed expression.
The door knob falls into his hand.
“Y/N! Thank god, it’s you!”
Your brow lifts. “Like usual?”
Jimin hangs his head. “It’s even worse.”
“Can’t say I’m surprised. What did you do this time?”
You step inside the house and notice the thick smoke billowing out from one of the rooms. Jimin barely manages to shove the door shut behind you. “I was experimenting and something happened and now everything around me keeps breaking.”
His black cat, Seokjin, scurries across the floor of the living room. He turns his head to hiss at you and then disappears down the hall. You look at Jimin. “Is the cat in a onesie?”
You don’t prod and pry more than you have to. You’ve been friends with Jimin long enough to know better than to ask what goes on in that brain of his. You’ll never understand him. Nor do you want to.
Instead, you follow after him.
Jimin’s always been clumsy, so it’s no surprise when he trips on the hall rug. But it’s never been this bad — arms flailing, body like jelly, feet slipping. “Woah!” You step back and he manages to grasp onto the door frame for balance before he can eat shit. But it breaks in his hand.
Part of the door frame crumbles off and into his hand. He curses and looks at you. “See what I mean?”
You peek into the room. The cauldron is still steaming. It smells like catnip.
“What were you trying to make?”
“A sweet potion.”
From your fuzzy knowledge of potions class years ago, you recall it being the weaker counterpart to the infamous love potion. Some might dub it as a liking potion.
You hum curiously. You thought Jimin had no problems trying to make friends.
Jimin grabs a bottle off his shelf and the moment it’s in his palm, the glass bursts in his hand. He looks at you. You’re expressionless. “Go lay down.”
“If you lay with me,” Jimin says while he tries to shake the glass off. You whirl your wand and every fragment and shard floats in the air before showering down to the ground.
You give him a lazy glare and lift your first aid kit up. “I’m going to toss this at you.”
The boy grins. “That’s not really my kink, but if it’s you, I might be into it.”
Yet in spite of Jimin’s mouthiness, he still listens to you and makes his way to his room.
On the way, he turns slightly. “Have you been busy tonight?”
“Not reall— Jimin!”
Your shout is too late. He collides with his own decorative flower vase and it shatters around his feet into a million bits. Jimin deflates, shoulders slugging, looking down at what was once his favourite vase that he got from his late grandma. “Shit.”
“Don’t move,” you warn him. But yet again, it’s too late.
As the words are coming out of your mouth and before your wand can whirl again, he’s stepping back. Right onto a mountain of sharp glass fragments. Jimin winces. You groan. He bleeds all over the place.
You barely manage to get him into bed and his feet bandaged.
You look into his mouth with the light from the tip of your wand and a popsicle stick pressed against his tongue. Then you hum and move to shine the light in each of his eyes to look at his pupils.
“I think I need mouth-to-mouth,” Jimin says.
“I’m not that kind of doctor,” you mutter.
He grins and you step back, finished with the examination. “Am I dying, doctor?”
“No. It’s much worse,” you deadpan and Jimin looks genuinely taken aback. A second later, you snort with a smile. “I’m kidding.”
Jimin sighs in exasperation. “You shouldn’t play with my heart like that. There’s only so much I can take when you’re already this hot.”
He wiggles his brows and scans your figure up and down, but you’re not so sure what there is to look at when you’re tired, sweaty, and covered from head to toe, dressed in black and just a white doctor’s coat. “You contracted Black Cat Disease. Looks like a bad case too. A bad case of bad luck.”
You open the first aid kit and spray yourself with disinfect ten times over, making sure to get every inch of your body. Then you’re putting on a mask and gloves. Magic can only do so much — personal protective equipment will do the rest.
“Aw, this means I really can’t kiss you tonight, can I?”
You ignore him. “You have to be under quarantine for the time being.”
“What’s the cure?”
“True love’s kiss.” Silence. The corner of your lip tugs. “Kidding. Rest and sleep. All flus past that way.”
You come over and push Jimin’s shoulder so he’s no longer sitting up and his back hits the mattress, head against the pillows. You tug the blanket up over his body and he pouts.
“Sure does. Now rest. I’ll make a tonic for you.” You shift on your feet and get to your kit without a moment’s rest. You want to treat Jimin as quickly as possible.
But before you get out the door, his soft voice stops you—
“Thanks, Y/N. I mean it.”
You peek over your shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know I’d do anything for you.” There’s a strangely intimate pause as Jimin gazes at you with a tender smile. It makes you sweat and you hastily add, “Plus, this is my job.”
You’ve nursed a lot of people before. But Jimin is not on your list of people you want to offer your expertise to. He’s your friend, yes, but lately, you’ve been more distant. He can just be a bit too much sometimes. Especially now.
“What the hell are you doing.”
He’s up. Standing by his bedroom cobblestone fireplace. Wrapped in his blankets. And the corner of said blanket is on fire. Jimin manages to stomp it out before it can light up the entire goddamn thing and burn his body as well. There’s definitely no cure for that.
He sulks. “I was just trying to start the fireplace. I’m cold!”
“Go back to bed before I knock you out.”
With your monotone and dead stare, Jimin knows not to mess around. He doesn’t banter or add unnecessary comments. “Yes, ma’am.”
You sigh and as he gets settled down again, you place the tonic down on his bedside.
As much as you want to answer another house call and escape this place, you can’t leave him be. Jimin almost set himself and the house on fire, and knowing him, he’d somehow hurt himself again and you’d have to come back anyway. There’s no one else to take care of him. At least not here.
“When you get better, you should probably go home.” You look down to see his chubby fingers gripping the edge of the blanket that he’s brought to the bridge of his nose. The only features of Jimin revealed are his eyes and his soft locks of hair against the pillow. He looks both dumb and cute. You can’t decide which. “To your parents.”
Jimin’s eyes crinkle and you know he’s smiling. “But I’m already home.”
For the briefest of moments, a mere millisecond, your brows furrow.
You quickly turn away, but Jimin caught your expression all too easily. His smile falls.
There’s an undeniable tension to the air ever since you stepped foot inside this house. Every bantering remark from you has had more of a vicious bite to it than usual. And you know you’ve been shutting down his playful teasing each time when you used to entertain it more. But it’s all been subtle. No one should notice the change.
Too bad Jimin’s too perceptive for his own good.
He can tell you’re not comfortable, that your shoulders are tense, that you’re trying to get out of here….
And sensing a confrontation, you make an escape. “I have to grab something from—”
The blanket is thrown off. Jimin lurches forward. His hand wraps around your wrist before you’re too far away.
“I can’t keep playing pretend,” he murmurs in a velvet voice, mischievous side tucked away in favour of something more serious. “Pretend that everything’s okay. That we’re okay.”
You control your expression, turn to face him and you play dumb. “What do you mean?”
You scoff and something inside you snaps. He just has to force a confrontation when you clearly don’t want one, doesn’t he? But why are you surprised. What Jimin wants, Jimin gets.
“Why would I be mad? That you dated Jungkook when you knew I had it bad for him?” Your sarcasm is venomous and it’s spat from your lips. “Of course not! I’m over it.”
You never expected your friend would become your love rival. You know Jimin’s ass is nice — it’s clear to see. But you never knew it would be weaponized against you.
He winces and lets go of you. “Can I at least tell my side of the story?”
“What could your side possibly be, Jimin? What’s your excuse this time?”
“It’s not an excuse.”
“You knew I liked Jungkook! I told you about it. I confided in you. But you went ahead and dated him anyway!”
Jimin sputters. “It’s not my fault he liked me!”
The hand gripping your wand quivers but in your anger, you still know better than to use an offensive spell against him. “You were giving him signals!”
Jimin slumps. It’s an admission of guilt.
Yet he still has the audacity to blurt, “I just didn’t want him to go out with you!”
“Why?! Because you’d be jealous?!” you shout and he pales. You know you’ve hit bullseye, so you keep going, “You don’t want to be the only lonely one? You’d rather us both not date?”
Jimin sighs out of frustration. “It’s not like that, Y/N.”
There’s a burning in your eyes. In the back of your mind, you wonder if you got infected with the Black Cat Disease, but you realize it’s tears. Which is even worse.
“It was a shitting thing to do,” you seethe in a sharp whisper. “And you didn’t even like him. You dumped him after three days.”
“I had to.”
But by then, you don’t want to hear him anymore. You can’t take it anymore.
You twist on your heel and leave the room, eyes stinging at the betrayal of your friend. You don’t know why he has to confront you now when you’re supposed to be working. He’s always catching you off guard, always caring more for himself. Jimin has no regard for you whatsoever.
You have half a mind to realize Jimin’s chasing after you, limping on his bandaged foot.
“Will you just wait? Where are you going?! Y/N!” The floorboard in the hall cracks. Jimin’s other foot falls through and becomes lodged into the ground. He curses aloud, physically stuck in place. But you don’t turn around. He’s not your problem anymore. He should’ve never been—
“I can’t date him when I’m in love with you!”
You freeze. And turn around. “What?”
“I know. I fucked up. I just….I didn’t want Jungkook to go out with you. So I started to flirt with him and the next thing I know, he’s asking me out. I didn’t know you’d be so hurt, that you liked him so much.” Jimin’s downcast eyes search the floor in front of him. “I’m sorry.”
“What did you just say?”
He looks up at you. “I’m sorry.”
“No, before that.”
“I...didn’t want Jungkook to go out with you..?”
“No, you idiot! You’re in love with me?”
“Yeah.” Jimin shifts and realizes his foot is still stuck in the floor. He winces. “Fuck, Y/N. My feet really hurt. I need to sit down.”
You immediately move, putting his arm around your shoulder and hoisting him up. The both of you are silent as you guide him back into bed. His house is practically destroyed from his bad luck — door knobs gone, door frames chipped off, glass shards everywhere, smoke in the living room and now a giant hole in the hallway. But you know there’s nothing a wand can’t fix, so you push it all aside.
There’s more important matters to deal with.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” you whisper, unable to believe it.
Jimin, lying on his bed, turns his head towards you and the corners of his mouth draw meekly. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but guess I did that anyway.” After a beat, he reveals, “I was….I was making that potion for you. I wanted you to like me again.”
“Why? Did you think I hated you or something?”
“Seemed like it.” He smiles more genuinely. “Especially after all that, how could I not?”
“I was just mad. Still kind of am.” You scoff lightly, unable to fathom how everything spiraled out of control from one event. You’ll truly never understand how Jimin’s brain works and how he managed to make such a mess. He’s stupid. Endearingly stupid. “I’d kiss you if you weren’t sick.”
All at once, Jimin’s eyes light up. “You...you don’t hate me for being in love with you?”
“No, you idiot.”
“Then…..do you feel the same way?”
“It’s just a lot to take in,” you admit, feeling your face warm. This was a different kind of confrontation that you didn’t expect to happen tonight and you’re not sure you hate it. “But...when you get better, take me on a proper date and I’ll tell you then.”
Jimin grins, getting settled into his sheets. “I’m feeling better already.”
((Jimin, in fact, does not feel better. He wakes up worse and you end up having to deliver him into the clinic where he’s looked after for the next two weeks. It’s one of the worst Black Cat Disease cases that the witch doctors have ever seen. His entire house ends up being taped off for being a biohazard and the potion in the cauldron is taken as a biochemical weapon. It’ll apparently be two months until he can move back in, so he’s rendered homeless.
When he’s discharged from the clinic, you take him in.
And that date doesn’t happen for a while considering his feet take much longer to recover and he’s practically limping everywhere. Apparently the glass really got lodged in there and his floorboards are super sharp once they’ve been punctured. But he still tries to take you for a midnight broom ride. You stop him when his bandages are soaked with blood. That one attempt doubled his recovery time.
It turns out his cat, Seokjin, was stuck in a onesie because it was Jimin’s way of dealing with the fleas on his cat. As if covering the issue would make it go away. And by the time you realized this, your house had an entire flea infestation.
When Jimin’s healthy again, you’re this close to kicking him out. But with every mistake he makes, he fixes each of them. Sort of. And he really does manage to sweep you off your feet on that date. As stupid as Jimin can be, he has his own charms and he bewitches you under the stars and moonlight.
But by then, it’s not like it really matters.
You’ve been living with the guy. Sleeping together, in both meanings. And you argue a healthy amount. Just like a married couple.))
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hues of blue and grey | one
pairing: kim taehyung x female!y/n | au: strangers2lovers, college, student
genre: bittersweet! (fluff & angst) | rating: pg13 | wc: 1.2k
synopsis: “…when you meet a stranger who’s been feeling blue & grey, you’ve become the angel he’s needed.”
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“What’s your favorite color?” He asks while helping you up. Which in hindsight, was a weird question to ask someone when they just fell over and dropped all their belongings on the sidewalk. “Blue,” you answer. Then you stop for a moment and look up at him. “That’s weird, most people would ask if I’m okay after falling,” you spoke while dusting off your pants.
“Most people would walk by instead of helping out,” he comments while picking up some of your things. “True.” You bend down to get your bag and put some things back in the bag. He hands you the spilled papers and books. “Thank you.” “No problem,” he smiles. After thanking the man, he starts to walk off.
But luckily that’s not the last time you meet him. After a few days, you meet the man again at the library. You’ve been studying for an exam at one of the tables because we all love some late last-minute studying. “Does this mean I’ve just never seen you on campus?” You look up at the voice and see the same man from a few days ago. “I’d remember if I saw the guy that asked for my favorite color without telling me their name.”
You get a closer look at him. His hair was less disheveled than the last time. He wore a sweater with a collar. Kind of giving preppy kid vibes. “I think I’m just... different,” he smiles. Revealing a sweet boxed-shaped smile. “I agree with that.” A small chuckle leaves your lips. He was different. Only he would ask you what you’re favorite color is instead of asking for your name. This one was definitely different.
“What’s your favorite color?” You ask while closing your book. It caught him off guard. He wasn’t expecting you to ask that question. “I don’t really have a favorite color… Maybe I guess grey.” “Really? Why grey out of all colors?” He shrugs his shoulders and takes a seat beside you. “I don’t know. Everything fades to grey.”
“That’s sad though.” You give a pout towards his statement. “Isn’t blue sad too? You know, when you’re feeling blue or even listening to the blues, it’s sad.” “That’s true, but aren’t there different hues and shades of blue?” Tilting your head slightly, you think about it. Not all types of blue are sad. Then you perk up again, “Does this mean you’re an art or a psychology major?”
The man beside you seems shocked at your question. “I’m an art major. You’re a smart one Blue.” He calls you by your favorite color and you don’t seem to mind it. In a way, you accept it. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to continue the conversation. You look at your phone to check the time, and you immediately stand up.
“Sorry, I have to go. I’ll see you around, Grey.” You say in a hurry, grabbing your things and waving bye. You leave the library and speed walk across the campus to get to class.
More and more did you see Grey around. You’ve seen him with whom you’d believe are his friends but never really go to say hi. You never make your presence known. However, he has noticed your avoidance.
“Why don’t you ever say hi?” There you were at the library again and Grey has stopped by. “What?” “You’ve been avoiding me Blue…” “Yea, not because I truly wanted to. I just don’t like interrupting people.” It sounded like an excuse, heck even a lie. It was the truth. You were being truthful to him. He cocks an eyebrow at you, still trying to figure out if it is the truth. “Really, I didn’t want to interrupt. You don’t have to believe me but there’s nothing for me to lie to you about.” Another truth.
“I’m starting to believe that you like being alone but you don’t like being lonely.” Grey finally speaks as he sits back in the wooden chair. He technically wasn’t wrong… for an art major. “Are you minoring in psychology or something?” “No, photography actually… Don’t change the subject.” You roll your eyes at his statement. “Can we not talk about it? You sound like a therapist.”
“Fine, I’ll stop overanalyzing everything but if you avoid me next time, I will call you out.” “I hope you remember that we don’t even know each other’s real names.” Now you have him stumped. You giggle at his blank expression for a moment before looking back at your notebook.
“Alright fine, I guess I can’t win today… but seriously you’re not interrupting anything. I see my friends every day.” His face softens as he speaks. Grey now just wants to know what happened. You didn’t seem as closed off as he thought you were.
“Fine, but I wanna change the subject. Why are you majoring in Art?” Happily, you change the subject. You still don’t know much about this guy so why not keep asking questions. He hesitates before answering and quickly you go, “If It’s personal, then you don’t have to share it.” Reassuring him that he doesn’t really have to speak with you. He chooses to.
“No, it’s just different. Growing up I was just really good at art. I was always passionate about it.” “Ahh… I get it. It was something that turned into a passion from a hobby.” He nods his head and notices the small smile you had given. “Is it the same reason you major in…”
You haven’t spoken much about yourself. For a person who willingly accepted the idea of another stranger calling them by their favorite color, you’re a closed book. “I major in music and minor in creative writing.” “Woah, really? That’s so cool.” Another smile appears on your face and Grey can’t help but smile back. He likes your smile.
“I loved writing but I wanted to be part of the music industry. So I chose music production and creative writing.” That only brought up more questions in Grey’s head. His eyes sparkled a bit when he asks if you can sing. “It’s not something I’m good at so don’t expect it.” Now it was his time to pout. “Are you sure? I feel like you’re holding back on me Blue.”
“Maybe I can but that’s all you’re going to get.” Likes the color blue, majoring in music production, minoring in creative writing, has a pretty smile, and can sing. “Fine, but I will find out more,” Grey chuckles.
Conversations like this became more common. Whenever he saw you, he’d walk right up to you. The first time he did that, you were shocked. You were going to have lunch when all of a sudden, Grey is calling out to you. “Blue is wearing baby blue today.” He hints at your baby blue sweater. “Good afternoon to you too.”
“So what are you talking about today?” He asks. “Names, because we still don’t know each other’s names and it’s been a few weeks, Grey.” Weeks? It’s probably been a month and a few days and you two still don’t know each other’s name. You can name his friends, his hobbies and likes but his name.
Grey stops and turns to you with his hand out. “Hi, my name is Kim Taehyung. You can call me Tae or Grey but most just call me V.” He shakes your hand like you two just met each other. “Hello, I’m y/n l/n. You can call me Blue.”
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His era has come
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He Meets Your Friends For The First Time ~ Park Jimin
Your smile grew as you led you friends into the studio where Jimin and the rest of the boys were sat. His eyes snapped around as soon as you walked in, feeling his cheeks turn a dark shade of red.
“Don’t look so scared,” you laughed as you walked over to him whilst the rest of the boys introduced themselves to your friends, “they’ve all been dying to meet you, so there’s nothing to worry about.
His head nodded, but as he saw how well your friends instantly got on with the boys, he only hoped that he could live up to their expectations. He was keen to make a good first impression on them all and get on well with them too for your sake.
As the first of your friends, Mijoo, walked across, she was quick to pull Jimin into a hug, feeling how scared he was, but choosing not to say anything. As her eyes met yours, you knew what she’d picked up on, as you had done when you greeted him a few minutes prior.
“I’m sure you all know Jimin,” you spoke once they’d all greeted him, “Jimin, this is Mijoo, Sora, and Dara, they’re all so excited to finally meet you.”
They’re smiles were a huge comfort for Jimin as the rest of the boys left you all to it as they had planned, tapping his shoulder as each of them passed him to reassure him to smile.
You invited them all to take a seat in the studio knowing that Jimin had some time before their next rehearsal began. You sat as close to you could as Jimin to make sure that he knew you were there, feeling his hand rest against your thigh gently.
“Y/N has told us all about how you’re an incredible dancer, so we have high hopes for your show whilst you’re in town,” Dara smiled, instantly unnerving him.
“We’ve been told that we have to be on our best behaviour for your show,” Sora interjected, smiling widely in Jimin’s direction. “She’s shown us plenty of videos of you though, I think she’s just as big of a fangirl of you as she also is a girlfriend.”
You reached across and pinched her arm, but her tale was enough to bring a clear smile onto Jimin’s face, making the most of listening to all of their embarrassing stories.
“We’re not scary friends though,” Mijoo defended, “we’ve not got a list of a hundred questions that we’re going to ask you or anything like that, it’s not an interrogation.”
He let go of a sigh, “I was worried that I’d end up being questioned.
“We have a few things to ask,” Dara spoke, “but nothing that will scare you off.”
“That’s only because Y/N has already been through her questions and taken most of them away.”
Your head nodded proudly, hearing a small thank you be muttered from his lips. The last thing Jimin needed when he was already terrified was a thousand questions being tossed at him.
As the four of them began to get comfortable with each other, it didn’t take long for embarrassing stories of you to be shared from either side, much to your bemusement.
“Did she tell you about the time that she fell down the stairs because she was drunk?” Mijoo chuckled, screaming when Jimin’s head shook with intrigue.
“And he doesn’t need to know about it either,” you tried to argue, but you were silenced immediately and told to be quiet so that Mijoo could share.
You could feel Jimin’s judgemental eyes staring back at you as she shared the story of how you’d toppled down a flight of stairs in a club. You were convinced you were sober, and you could do it, but your heels and intoxication seemingly didn’t agree with you.
“You’ll have to come out with us whilst you’re in town and see Y/N when she’s properly drunk,” Dara cheered, “then she’ll change your opinion.”
Jimin was quick to come back with his own story about the time you’d fallen onstage in front of all the fans because you were dancing too hard in the wings which your friends loved. Each of them toppled over onto the floor with laughter, except for you.
Despite much of the conversation revolving around you and your humiliating times, seeing Jimin settle around your friends and the four of them get on so well was a huge relief for you. Knowing that they were getting on was all that you could have ever hoped for.
“I have to admit Jimin, we were worried that you’d be a stuck-up celebrity when we first heard about you,” Mijoo admitted, “but you’ve actually turned out to be a really great guy.”
Dara chimed in too, “we thought that you’d be trying to steal Y/N away from us and take her around the world, and that would be fine, if you promise to bring us too.”
“Will you shut up,” you smirked, “no one is going anywhere around the world.”
“One day you will,” Sora argued back at you.
Your head shook at the three of them as the rest of the boys reappeared having spent their break grabbing lunch at a café down the road. You and the girls moved to the side of the studio so that you could watch their rehearsal.
“Do we really get to see these superstars up close?” Mijoo whispered, unable to take her eyes off the seven boys in front of you. “I can’t believe that you get to spend so much time with these guys, they’re superstars Y/N.”
You nudged her arm lightly, “keep your voice down will you before you really end up scaring them off. You’re supposed to be creating a good impression of yourselves.”
“Jimin loves us,” Sora boldly stated, hitting your shoulder, “he was laughing with us and joking with us, there’s no way that he could hate us now. We made a good impression like you asked, so now we get to do what we want.”
“If you cause any trouble whilst you’re here, no one is going to the concert,” you strictly warned them, “at least not with backstage passes at least.”
Their eyes widened and their mouths shut, turning to face the boys as they started getting prepared. As they did, Jimin waved you across to join him on the other side of the studio to join him for just a moment of the two of you.
The smile was still wide on his face from how well he’d managed to get on with the three girls who continued to stare at the other members as they warmed up. You could only apologise for how excited they were and how irrational they were acting.
“I promise, they love you,” you smiled as he looked back to you, “I think they’re all just a little bit too excited right now about all of this.”
“Don’t worry, they’re not the worst people we’ve ever encountered,” he teased, kissing your forehead.
“I’ve told them to calm down whilst we watch your rehearsal,” you informed him, “there’s nothing to worry about with them guys here.”
“Y/N, they’re your friends, I would never complain anyway. A little bit of excitement isn’t going to kill anyone.”
“You promise you’re happy with them being here?”
“Of course, it’s not a problem at all.”
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What kind of courting gifts I think alpha BTS would give an Omega m/c
Jin: classy gifts at first, like flowers and fancy chocolates, maybe matching couples watches and giant stuffed animals. But also, one day far along into courting you’d just open up one of his gifts and it would 1000% be some fancy sex toy that he saw while drunk and had sent to your house.
Yoongi: would rather make you food as a courting gift than buy you objects that you might throw away, would also want to encourage your hobbies buying you thinks that would help you persue your goals. Like paints if you where a painter or recording equipment if you liked making music like him.
Hobi: his sweatshirts, his clothes, his freaking shoes, wants you to smell like him and slowly add everything to your nest so that you think of him often, and are surrounded by his scent. Would also slowly replace more expensive things, like your phone or your handbag.
Namjoon: he’d be out there giving the weirdest most bizzare assortment of things, it would be a bonsai pot one day and a cutting board made out of some rare wood and then some flowers he pressed on your first date next. Just weird gifts.
Jimin: would lowkey struggle to pick out anything because he’d overanalyze if you would really enjoy any of the things he’d picked out. But would closely pay attention to the things you needed and fulfill those needs instead of buying you objects. Also nest making supplies.
Taehyung: it would take him a looooong time in between meeting someone and forming attachment with someone to start giving courting gifts but they’d be like- hand written letters, matching couples pajamas, and a custom made jacket.
Jungkook: he’d be the type to buy you a 2$ gag gift one day and then a 200$ face cream the next, also socks for some reason don’t ask him why they made him think of you.
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Filter - Chapter 3
blogger!Jimin x blogger!fem!reader
genre: a lot of angst
warnings: mentions of stress, swearing, mentions of alcohol
Summary: After the eventful encounter with Jimin, his harsh words have taken a toll on Y/N. The latter decides to take a step back from reality. Except reality hits her on the face - and innocent people are dragged along.
Author's note: Chapter 3 is finally here two millennia later. I hope it makes up for the time you had to wait for.💕
"Wait- what do you mean you're stepping down from the project?", Namjoon questions, failing to cover his shock from your words. "What I mean is that I have neither the mentality nor the necessary time to continue this project, Namjoon", you huff in defeat, "I've experienced immense stress these days and I have failed miserably to put it under control - and I hate myself for that".
"If that's the case, then you should take a few days off, perhaps it will help you find your inner peace and deal with any troubles you've been facing", he replies and you release a breath you didn't know you were holding. "I really was counting on you for that project though, Y/N", Namjoon admits. "I know, and I feel terrible and useless at the same time”, you admit too. “Okay, that’s a bit too much though... Anyways, if by any chance you feel better within the next days, please inform me as soon as possible”, he says, “I’ll definitely do so. Thank you for your understanding Namjoon, I truly appreciate it and again, I’m really sorry for letting you down”, you reply right before you end the phone call.
You plop down on your bed, feeling heavy and disappointed. Disappointed in yourself, for letting down your boss and friend. All because of a personal grudge.
“You think you’re someone on a high pedestal and that you’re always the good example, only because you've set a good image on your social media".
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Jimin's words were still ringing in your ears, making your stomach churn painfully. You hated how a few words could crush your morale, you hated how true every single word was and most of all, you hated him.
You hated Park Jimin with all your heart. But alas, you couldn't bring yourself to admit that. Why? Because everyone around you loved him, whether they were his friends or his fans. His smooth talking, his manners, his everything. You were jealous of him and you couldn't do anything to fight that hideous and toxic feeling. And that's how you ended up in this state - the state of having given up on everything.
"You weak, stupid bitch!", you yelled to yourself as you threaded your fingers in your hair, head bent between your knees. You wanted to escape from reality, even momentarily.
You needed a drink.
You dragged your feet to the kitchen and started rummaging the cupboards, in an attempt to find an alcoholic beverage. But alas, you had none. "Fuck, what now...?", you mumble while scratching your head. "Ugh, I guess the bar should do...". You lazily put on a pair of sneakers and your coat, you stuffed the keys and your phone in the pockets, grabbed your purse and left your apartment, heading to the bar.
About ten minutes later, you entered the bar, which wasn't full, surprisingly. You seated yourself on the stool . "Good evening, miss. What can I get you- Oh, Y/N", the bartender says and you give him a half-hearted smile. "Good evening to you too, Hwiyoung", you reply. "You look really tired. The usual?", Hwiyoung asks with a concerned look and you shake your head in a negative manner. "Nope. A double scotch, no ice", you announce and he looks at you with shock. "Damn Y/N, you must be going through some serious shit to ask for heavy alcohol", "Ugh, just give me the damn scotch, Hwiyoung", "Yes ma'am", he chuckles and starts filling a glass with the requested alcoholic drink.
"So, what's up?", he asks while resting against the counter. "Trouble with celebrity life?", he jokes and you roll your eyes. "Pfft, celebrity my ass", you scoff and take a sip from your scotch. "Okay, who are you and what did you do to the Y/N I know and follow on Instagram?", "She's not available at the moment, please try again later", you joke half-heartedly (again). "At least you haven't lost your sassiness", Hwiyoung laughs and pours a drink for himself as well. "Aren't you supposed to not be drinking while working?", you raise an eyebrow at his direction. "Aren't you supposed to not look like this?", and he points to your outfit. "What's wrong with my outfit?", "You look like a drunk, miserable beggar", he replies with a stone cold face. "Hey, I'm not a beggar!", you whine in defeat, "True, but you look miserable and you'll be drunk in a few minutes", Hwiyoung adds.
"Okay fine, you got me, I'm a miserable bitch who thought that being a social media star would solve all of her problems and would make her desirable to the people around her", you say in a rush and the man in front of you is left stunned. "Didn't see that coming, did you?", you ask Hwiyoung nonchalantly and he shakes his head in disagreement, "Nope, I did not. Wanna talk about it?", he asks.
"Are you willing to listen?"
"If I wasn't, why would I ask you in the first place, Y/N?"
After two more glasses of scotch, you had told the entire story to Hwiyoung, who was silent the whole time, carefully listening to your rant and drinking his beer. By the time you knew it, it was already midnight and the bar was empty, except for you and him, still seated on the stools. Your speech was much slower now and slightly slurred, the effects of the heavy alcohol fully kicked into your system.
"Well, that's some real ass celeb drama you got in your hands, missy", Hwiyoung states as he starts cleaning the counter and turning off the lights of the bar. "Mmhm, c-celeb dr-rama it is...", you mumble drunkenly and you sluggishly reach out over the counter, as in wanting more alcohol. "Oh no no no no, no more of that for you", he swats your hand away and you whine. "Heyyyyy, I paid for thaaaat~", you pout and he rolls his eyes at you. "You paid shit, but that's not something to discuss right now. Come on, let's get you home", he comes next to you and helps you stand on your feet. "Do you remember your address? Or should I take you to my place?", he nudges you to get your attention. "Sleepyyy...Wanna go homeeee...", you slur again, "My place it is, then", he announces and he closes the bar, right before calling a taxi.
You feel yourself being lifted into a pair of strong arms, as Hwiyoung lays you on the bed and you squirm around, trying to get comfortable in your drunken state. "I'm cooold", you complain and he chuckles, "Yes ma'am", and he drapes a blanket on top of your body, the warmth wrapping you instantly and putting you in fast sleep. He watches you finally settle and he releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. He opens his closet and takes off his clothes, changing into a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. He approaches you one last time and pulls a strand of your hair away from your face. "Sleep well, missy", he whispers and leaves the bedroom, heading to the living room and sleep on the couch.
You wake up the next morning with a terrible headache, everything around you is still blurry due to the hangover. You still struggle with your vision, but you're able to understand that you're not in your bedroom and definitely not in your house. You start panicking and remove the blanket from your body, trying to stand up but failing miserably, ending up on the floor with a thump. "Owww...", you wince in pain and try to get up again, but this time, you're helped by a pair of strong arms, the same pair of arms that carried you here last night. "Whoa there, not so fast, missy", Hwiyoung says, as he pulls you up, your legs still wobbly.
"Hwiyoung? What the fuck? Where am I?", you ask, still confused. "You're in my house, Y/N. You came in the bar last night in a very bad psychological state, poured your heart out and drunk - a lot. You weren't able to tell me your address, so I brought you here to sleep. Sorry for that", he rubs his neck awkwardly and he gives you a glass of water and some painkillers. "Jesus Christ, I must have been a huge pain in the ass. I'm the one who should apologize, Hwiyoung", you admit as you swallow the pills and drink water.
"Don't worry, it's all good. Besides, there was no way I would leave you in that state", he smiles and you can't help but smile back. Suddenly, you are hit with a realization and search for your purse. "What are you looking for, Y/N?", Hwiyoung asks and you put a handful of bills on his hand. "Uh- what is that?", "The money I owe you for last night's drinks, you idiot", you chide and he laughs. Your conversation is cut short by your phone ringing repeatedly, the incoming notifications flooding your screen non-stop. "Does that thing ever stop ringing?", he jokes and you brush him off, while opening your phone.
Lia: 12 missed calls, 3 unread messages
Minnie: 10 missed calls, 2 unread messages
"Sheesh, were they that worried?", you mumble, albeitly surprised at the notifications your friends left. However, the content of the messages makes you freeze in your tracks and you feel your energy being drained from your body in a instant.
Lia has shared a link.
Lia: BITCH WTF??? WHERE ARE YOU??? EVERYONE IS GOING HAYWIRE
You open the link Lia sent you and you try to get a hold from something sturdy, as you feel like fainting. "Y/N? What's wrong? Y/N, please talk to me!", Hwiyoung yells as he tries to shake you from your trance. You mindlessly give him your phone and he plucks it out of your hands to read the one thing that made you lose your shit in the first place.
Lia: Y/N PLEASE ANSWER MY MESSAGES I'M FUCKING DYING HERE
Minnie: Y/N, PLEASE PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE, I'M FREAKING OUT
Minnie: Dammit Y/N, don't leave us hanging...
"Breaking Gossip: Fashion Blogger Y/N caught in a drunk state - Exclusive Photos!"
"Last night, fashion blogger and celebrity Y/N was seen in a drunken state, exiting one of the most notorious bars of the city at late hours. She's pictured being helped by a young unknown man, who appears to be an employee at the aforementioned bar. Who is that man and most importantly, what is happening with the celebrity?"
"What the fuck? Y/N, what is that shit?!", Hwiyoung yells again, but you are unable to answer. "Y/N, look at me, what is going on?", he asks you again, as he is looking into your eyes, which are full of salty tears. "Hwi, I'm so sorry, I have no idea what's going on...", you whisper with a broken voice, still not being able to understand the situation.
Your phone rings again abruptly and an unknown number is flashing on the screen. You open the screen again, trying to shake off some part of your panic and read the message.
Unknown number: Y/N, it's Jimin. We need to talk.
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SO TINY AND FLUFFY ㅠㅠㅋㅋㅋㅋ💗💗💗💗
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warm on a cold night | jimin
pairing: jimin x reader
genre: roommates au | fluff
word count: 1.4k
warning/s: alcohol consumption and making out.
summary: You’ve come to learn that there is a far better option than beers and blankets to keep you warm on a cold night.
Part of BTSGhostieMarathon (AU #4)
all rights reserved © vantaenims - do not repost, translate, or claim as your own.
a/n: Try to listen to Warm On A Cold Night by Honne as you read this.
It’s 3:17 a.m. and you can’t go back to sleep, blaming it on the heavy snowfall that caused the power outage in the whole complex, voiding you for any source of heat now that your heater’s no use. On the other side of the room, you see Jimin still wide awake as the night owl he is and you figured that it’s probably best to join him on his bed to share body heat rather than dying of hypothermia.
And that’s how you currently find yourselves wrapped under your joined comforters, sitting side by side with a can of beer on each other’s hand as you mindlessly talk about anything that comes up to your mind and you think, given the time and the alcohol in your system, it’s inevitable for your conversations to turn senseless and foolish.
“What does it feel like to be kissed?”
Jimin widened his eyes in surprise as he turned to look at you, “You’ve never been kissed before?”
“Is that supposed to be a bad thing?” you scrunch your face in disgust as you sip from your beer, never liking it’s taste in the first place but Jimin suggested that it helps in making you feel warm, reason why you’re willing to bear it’s taste for this reason alone.
“It’s just surprising is all.”
“Okay then tell me” you said, adjusting yourself to sit in front of him.
Jimin shrugged, “It feels good.”
“Oh come on, I’m sure a kiss isn’t just good”, you rolled your eyes.
“And how could you be so sure about that?” Jimin raised his brows in a teasing manner as he inched his face closer to you, prompting you to push his forehead away with your fingers, making him laugh.
“Well, based on the novels I’ve read, a kiss feels surreal. You know how they say that as soon as your lips touch, your mind immediately goes blank like nothing else seems to matter and then from there, you feel the fireworks or the butterflies going crazy in your stomach.”
“Then there you have it”
“But is that really how it feels?” you tilted your head to the side as you knit your brows together.
“Yeah? I mean, it all comes down to who you’re kissing with to feel those kinds of things you just said.” Jimin said as he tucked in a few strands of hair that managed to fall on your face behind your ears.
“But from your experience, how would you put it on your own words?”
Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, smiling as he ran his fingers through his hair at how persistent you were being though he could tell, just from your facial expressions itself that you are actually curious to begin with and that you’re not just trying to annoy him on purpose but you’re making it hard for him to be patient with you when you’re acting like a five year old with so many questions.
“Look, I’m not particularly good at words, okay?”
“So that’s all you have to say? That a kiss feels good?”, you scoffed, ticking Jimin off, “You make it sound so disappointing when you say it like that.”
Jimin sighed out of frustration, “Would you mind if I just kiss you?”
Well, that seemed to shut you up; on the contrary, you don’t look too surprised as Jimin expects you to be, more so when you’re looking up at the ceiling as if you’re actually trying to consider his offer he deems to be too forward now that he realized it but before Jimin could even speak up to take it back, you beat him to it.
“What?” Jimin blinked.
“Kiss me” you said it so casually like it’s no big deal for you.
“Wait, are you sure?”, Jimin tried to reason out, “It’s your first kiss.”
“I mean, come to think of it, I’d rather entrust my first kiss to you than any other guys i know” you shrugged as you took a big gulp of your beer before getting Jimin’s can and yours to set it on his bedside table.
“Oh” was all Jimin could say but his smile grew wider once your words clicked into his mind, “Is that so?”
“Don’t get so smug about it. It’s just going to be a three second kiss” you try to downplay it a little but it seems like Jimin’s too far up into his own ass to act otherwise.
“Isn’t that too short?” Jimin quipped but you stopped him from getting any ideas as you held up three fingers.
Jimin nodded, scooting closer until your knees touched and he turned to look up at you, smiling to himself to see that you have already closed your eyes. All he has to do now is to lean in and kiss you but he didn’t do that, choosing to admire you first.
His eyes fell on your closed ones, specifically to your long eyelashes he could adore all day with the way how it perfectly kisses your cheeks, your flushed cheeks rather now that he noticed it and he’s curious to know what caused it, could it be the cold? the alcohol? perhaps the anticipation? But as much as Jimin wants to take his time, he finally let his eyes trail down towards your lips he never imagined he’d get to kiss one day.
“What’s taking you so long?”, you peeked with your one eye open, “If i didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re more nervous than me.”
Indeed, he is.
Jimin chuckled as he held your chin in between his thumb and index finger, wetting his lips as he eyed your own.
“I’ll kiss you now” he warned.
You sucked in your breath as soon as he pulled your face closer and felt his lips on yours. Your mind went blank that you weren’t able to kiss him back but before you could, Jimin had already pulled away, prompting you to open your eyes in disappointment – it wasn’t surreal!
“That’s it?” you said unamused.
Jimin broke out in a laugh as he shyly covered his face with his hands, bending forward in the process until his forehead eventually landed on your shoulder and you can’t help but giggle at his action.
“I told you it was too short, didn’t i?” Jimin defended.
“Fine. Six seconds then” you smiled, closing your eyes right away.
“Okay” was all Jimin could say as he cupped your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb but he was quick to replace it with his lips, planting a sweet kiss just right there then he moved down to the corner of your mouth, letting it linger there for a while until he moved to hover his lips right above yours just to tease you.
“Jimin…” you whined as you clutch the collar of his sweater in your hand, causing your lips to brush against his very lightly.
“Patience, my dear” Jimin smiled, eyes fluttering shut as soon his lips touched yours.
Instinctively, his hand moved towards your nape to reel you in closer as he proceeded to slowly take your lower lip between his before switching to your upper lip, softly pressing it ever so gently and lovely with his plush lips that had you melting into him but Jimin once again broke the kiss before you want him to and god, was it still too short.
“More” you whispered as you rested your forehead against his with your eyes still closed, lips still tingling from the kiss.
“Hmm?” Jimin hummed, watching you open your half lidded eyes as you dazedly look at his eyes then down to his lips.
“Kiss me more.”
Your hands bunched up around the comforter, tugging him forward to pull him in for another kiss. With haste, you tried to mimic the way Jimin kissed you earlier but you’re evidently inexperienced, making the kiss quite sloppy and messy with the way your saliva is all over Jimin’s chin.
“Allow me” Jimin giggled as he took control, giving you that once again head spinning kiss but he threw you off this time, opening your eyes in shock when you felt his tongue swiping over your lower lip and as soon as you parted your lips open, you knew you were done for.
Eventually, Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap whilst still kissing you fervently and it just feels so addicting that it leaves you craving for more but you knew you can’t just give in, not when your friendship’s in the line.
“We should–”, you paused, panting for breath, “stop if we still want to be friends.”
“Do you want to be just friends?” Jimin asked as he softly nuzzled his nose against your neck but you didn't speak up and he had to look up at you to see that you were shaking your head no, “Good, because neither do i.”
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Jimin being the cute mochi he is.
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