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The Iron Ring | Epilogue | pjm (m)

❀ Pairing:  fae prince! Jimin x human! female reader

❀ Summary: After finding a mysterious ring while cleaning out your late grandmother’s attic, you receive the unlikeliest of visitors: a fae prince who claims you have something that belongs to him. Discovering the fairytales your grandmother told you are true is the least of your problems when you’re taken to a world dangerous and unfamiliar.

❀ Word Count: 5,831

❀ Genre: fantasy au, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: Jumping around and no clear timeline, unexplained things because this is just a shortly little tie-up for scenes we didn't get in the final chapter, explicit language, sexually explicit content including hand jobs, grinding, unprotected vaginal sex, nipple play, a lot of spit and making out and overall passionate sex in a bathtub, Jimin and reader being simps TM, reader being a wicked little bitch in her scene with Jin honestly we stan because the Jiminfication of reader

❀ Published: December 9, 2022

❀ A/N: Here is the promise epilogue for just a handful of scenes to put the cherry on top of the massive overhaul that was the last chapter of this series. If reading the side character stories is something you're interested in (like Yoongi and Khione or Hoseok and Taehyung etc.) please let me know here. This sex scene is brought to you by SZA's new album thank you

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“Stop fidgeting,” you giggle, swatting at Jimin’s hands as he adjusts the collar of his button up again. He’s already pulled it away from his neck several times, complaining that the human shirt-style is far too restricting for his taste.

Jimin’s taste is open chest shirts that reveal far too much skin for lunch with your mother, but convincing him that had taken a lot of begging. And kissing. And moaning.

“Your fashion here is dreadful,” Jimin huffs, crossing his arms. You’ve put him in nice jeans, a button up shirt and let him keep his earrings and jewelry on for meeting your mother. Though he wears a glamour to seem less faerie, Jimin stands out. “My chest was made for ogling.”

People are ogling anyway. Jimin has turned heads all morning as you walked into the store to buy him an appropriate outfit for lunch, and as you walked into the French café tucked in the corner of a shopping district.

Even your waitress had given him a glass of water with trembling hands, red cheeks and a stutter. You couldn’t blame her. Even dressed as a pedestrian, the King of the High Court was a work of art to look at.

“Just admit you’re nervous,” you hiss at him. “It’s okay to be nervous, you know?”

Jimin glares at you, green eyes darkening. You can sense that he’s nervous through your mating bond, but you’ve also gotten better at reading Jimin in general.

When you returned to your world a few days after the Battle at High Tree, as they’ve come to call it, you’d discovered that two days had passed. While Jimin assures you that time is different and sometimes it might be a year that passes, your world is almost always moving slower than Faerie.

Entering your grandmother’s home that first time had sent such a wave of relief that you were alive and well that you had sat in your room with walls painted of her life story for an hour and cried. When you finally felt strong enough to call your mom, it was deep into the hours of the night.

You’d become a bit of a night owl, of course.

Meeting your mom sparks your own nerves. It’s only been two weeks since you last saw her and told her everything. She had barely survived the shock of your slowly changing ears and your tales. And you had barely survived the shock of learning that your father, though not half-fae, had someone far in his bloodline that was a part of the Summer Court once upon a time.

I always knew where my mother came from, you mother had whispered, watching you with haunted eyes. But after the loss of your father, it was easy to turn it all into dreams.

Years of frustration with her had melted in that moment. You could understand now, why she had thrown out your books of magic and fantasy. Why she had been steadfast in having Namjoon curate a normal experience for you in a normal world.

The thought of losing Jimin… well it inspires understanding. Sympathy.

You don’t expect your mother to accept your half-in-her-world-half-out approach right away. And she doesn’t. The tightening of her mouth and the strain in her voice during that conversation was evident. She doesn’t want this for you and yet, she knows it’s in your nature.

Like me, once she had said. Like your grandparents and your father.

Now that you’re intimately familiar with the fae, you can see those traits in your mother. When she enters the café, she commands the room the same way Jimin had. She is sharply beautiful, with angular features that would look strange on anyone else. But her chic style and eye for aesthetics lends itself to the powerhouse of her beauty.

The chair scrapes sharply against the brick patio as you shoot to your feet. Jimin looks up at you, frowning as you ring your hands nervous as your mother approaches. For Jimin, this is a new version of you. One that is timid and awkward.

You’d never really been timid with him, even when you were afraid.

“Hi,” you greet your mother, voice high-pitched and reedy. Her gaze is sharp as a blade as she regards Jimin, lips pursed. She ripples with tension as she hesitates at the chair across from you. “It’s nice to see you.”

Jimin stands and walks around your chair, surprising you both. He bows at the waist, not a full ninety-degree angle but deeper than the king of the High Court should to anyone – especially a mortal. He looks up at your mother, a gentle smile on his lips and eyes glittering.

“It’s an honor to meet you. Thank you for taking the time to meet me.”

She looks down her nose at him, eyes narrowing a second before she nods and pulls her chair out. “Of course.” Her tone is tight, but it softens a bit when she looks at you, lips twitching in an almost-smile. “It’s not every day your only child runs off to her grandmother’s native land and comes back with a boyfriend.”

Jimin settles next to you and sips his water. “Mate.”

Her eyes narrow at him, unperturbed. “I heard stories about you as a child. Boyfriend will do for now.”

You hold your breath as Jimin swallows his water and places the glass on the table. Though he has come a long way with his biting wit and razorblade attitude, there is a moment of tension before he bows his head. “I like you, I think.”

With a humph your mother picks up a menu. “We will see if you suffice.”

Letting out relieved laughter, you lean back as Jimin slides a hand on your thigh and gives you a squeeze. You realize everything is going to be okay.

-

The throne room of the High Court needs work. The dais of diamond is scuffed, the glass throne has long since been shattered and gathered dust, and the floor to ceiling windows of glass with gold inlaid art have long since been broken, covered in grime, or cracked. Though Jimin’s court – and by association your court – is slowly coming together and there are fae returning to restore their homelands, it’s slow work.

Which means the throne room simply won’t due for an audience, which dampens the dramatic flair you wanted for your upcoming meeting. Nonetheless, the study that you’ve discovered tucked in a corner overlooking a flowing stream and garden is just as well.

Today, the windows are cast open. It’s light and airy, with a fresh breeze spinning the spider silk curtains and airing out the smell of old books. There are hundreds of tomes in the shelving that line the walls, in languages and symbols you can’t begin to read.

Though small, the study is beautiful. An ornate desk of gold with curling, filigree designs stands in the middle over a blush rug. Like everything in the High City, the palace is made of floor to ceiling windows of spelled glass and diamond.

It’s like the world is spun in gold, Jimin whispered as he led you through the palace, all clear ceiling and gold chandeliers.

Behind you, the afternoon sun throws the room in a shade of rose and pomegranate. It’s warm at your back where you stand behind your desk with your arms linked behind your back, chin set. A fine set of china sits on the desk, the teapot steaming with the scent of rose and lemon.

A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts. You tell them to come in, lifting your chin a bit as the double doors swing open to reveal a set of guards and your visitor for the next hour.

Seokjin looks beautiful as ever, sweeping into the room in his all black, the sigil of his court stitched in silvery finery over the heart of his tunic. His hair has gotten longer and you see twinkling stars throughout the inky strands.

Stopping just short of your desk, Seokjin links his hands behind his back. He looks healthy, golden skin glowing and dark eyes swimming with fathomless cosmos that did not exist when he was possessed not long ago. Now you see the endless night in them, the dark fire of being a Shade, the whispers of the sky.

Neither one of you speaks, regarding one another. Seokjin is a king – the stars in his hair, though blinking in and out of existence like sentient beings - is crown enough. Your guards close the door and though you cannot see beyond the broad frame of the Night Court king, you can sense his Dreadwolf in the hall.

“You look well,” you offer, voice even. Seokjin gives away nothing. “Would you like some tea?”

“No bow?”

Your smile is razor thin – a trait you’ve picked up from Jimin at court. “I could ask you the same. You’re in my home at my behest. However, if it pleases the Night Court’s pride to be addressed so formally…” You dip slightly, not quite at a forty-five-degree angle, but close enough. “Welcome to the High Court, King Seokjin.”

His lips twitch, so minute you almost don’t catch it, but you sense he almost smiles. “You’ve spent far too long with Jimin.”

“You’d have bowed to him first.”

“You are my court until you marry him.”

It’s hard not to wince. It is technically true. You’re the granddaughter of Yvaine, and a member of the Night Court. The only Shade the Night Court has, beyond the king who currently stares at you with a knowing glint in his eye.

“Would you like tea?” you sigh, gesturing to the steaming pot. “It’s your favorite.”

“Trying to win me over?”

“I don’t have to,” you fold your dress against your legs and sit. You flick your eyes to the seat in front of your desk and he tentatively does the same, not quite leaning against the back of the chair. “You wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t agree with me.”

“I thought it would be a funny little adventure.”

You pour him a cup, rose and lemon filling the room. “You can needle me all you want, but you know just as well as I do that you have to name me heir.”

“I don’t have to do anything.”

“No, I suppose that might be true. But with the rumblings of how close your court was to losing you, you having no heirs, and the fact that Jungkook can serve me because my bloodline is enough…” You tsk at him. “Your options aren’t great. So needle me all you want, Seokjin. But like calls to like, and in both blood and bone, the Midnight Tree recognizes me as the heir to your throne.”

“Why are you so interested in being named heir, hmm? Looking to continue Malik’s work with Jimin and impose your authority on the other courts again, starting with you claim to my throne?” He takes the tea and blows over it. You watch the water ripple, sensing magic. You roll your eyes – you’d never poison him. “Whatever will the other courts think?”

“They think that Jimin and his mate fought to dispel an evil from this land, saved the Night Court from obliteration when their king was at risk, and that the High Court would never do something as stupid as a conquest while they are weak and rebuilding.”

“So that’s it. You’re weak and need allies.”

“We have allies.” You feel the thunder in your voice. “You need allies, Seokjin. And I offer this meeting as a courtesy. Naming me heir does nothing for my court. My status does not change – I am the mate to the king of the High Court, I am a Shade of the Night Court, and they call me Cythraul’s Bane these days. What does title to heir of a court I don’t desire offer me?”

Seokjin sips the tea as his jaw works. You watch him with a flat expression, giving away nothing. The truth is – there is something in it for you to be named heir. You can rightfully claim the things that once belonged to your grandmother – heirlooms, houses, lands that you can sell for things that the High Court now needs.

But Seokjin doesn’t need to know that you’re looking for this title for nostalgia and money purposes. You and Jimin have already worked this out – Seokjin needs you more you need him. He needs the protection of an heir that wants nothing to do with his throne, the commitment to the Shade bloodline, and the security of hushing rumors that his little half-niece is stronger than he is.

Seokjin sets the cup on the desk. “You pick up the game fast.”

“I had a trial by shadow fire.” You don’t miss the opportunity to throw the world play in there, to barb him. Even as loose allies, you’re not friends. There is too much estrangement there. “You live an eternity. You have time to think about it.”

He hums. “I’ll consider it.”

It’s as close as a concession as you’ll get from him. So you smile, full of teeth when you lean back in your seat, pleased. “Tell Jungkook to come in. I’ve grown fond of him since he nearly ripped your head off at the Battle at High Tree.”

-

Night lily blooms in the dark green house that Jimin has given you in an empty, and otherwise unneeded room in the palace. Though it took a lot of troubleshooting – and a lot of Jimin’s help – you were finally able to suspend the room in night.

Of course, it isn’t night like the Night Court. It is artificial night, powered by a crystal that feeds off as much magic as you put inside of it to mirror the magic of the Night Court that lives inside of you. It’s a bit of clever channeling that requires a tiny amount of energy, but it makes you happy.

Especially when you see flowers from the night court with their glow in the dark throats and speckled petals, and dripping neon sap. Your heart squeezes as you grin at the lilies, straightening up from your crouch just as someone comes in.

You turn to look over your shoulder as a figure slips into the room, a single orb of fae light leading them down the dark, twisted hallways that lead beneath the castle. Namjoon grins when he sees that you’re not so in the dark as it appeared, extinguishing his light.

“Hi!” you gush, running up to him. With Namjoon, you don’t have to be the king’s consort. You’re not an heir. Or a Shade, or a bane of anything. You’re just you and Namjoon is just Namjoon, who smells like vanilla and spice when you throw your arms around him, holding him tight. “I missed you.”

Namjoon, as it turns out, is hundreds of years old. He was one of your grandfather’s best friends, and watched over him when Oberon and your grandmother left Faerie long ago. Namjoon’s ever watchful eye turned into more as he discovered the wonder of the human world.

At first, you had been angry with Namjoon. Angry for deceiving you, angry for altering your memories, angry for… so many things that you realize now, he was asked to do by a friend he had known for a lifetime, only to watch that friend die suddenly. For your grandmother, who was the last familiar face.

For your mother, who begged him to give you once chance at normal.

Though it hadn’t worked out, you were enjoying not normal. And you were happy to discover that Namjoon was no different in Faerie than he was in the human world, loving the ancient tombs of the library, tending to plants in the Citadel and studying the High Tree.

A member of the Summer Court he might be, but Namjoon is a roving Faerie at heart, who has found far too many things like e-books and newspapers and museums in the human world. He is fascinated by the moral ability to ache and hurt and make music, write and paint in such small amounts of time compared to eternity.

But he still visits. Like today, when you promised that you would show him the night garden you had been working on.

Letting you go, Namjoon holds you at arm’s length, two dimple popping out proudly as he smiles down at you. “Come on,” he says eagerly, shaking you a bit. “Show me what you’ve grown.”

-

Night in the High Court isn’t eternal, but it’s beautiful. Millions of stars paint the sky, thousands of collars and so close, you feel as though you could reach your hand up to touch them. You can see them now, flittering through the glass ceiling of the recently-finished throne room.

You’re not much for sitting on the throne. It feels ridiculous and a bit tedious to sit in an opulent room made for appearances. Well – you are working. You’ve been sharing audiences with Jimin all day, listening to the rapidly growing members of his court and trying to settle land disputes, claims to long-abandoned homes, problems with infrastructure, nixies gone wild.

The usual.

Though you find it anxiety-inducing, hearing all of these problems that the people Jimin’s court are plagued with regularly. Jimin sits in these all day. While you move about the High Court’s lands on his behalf and work with the new citizens and repairing parts of the palace, Jimin almost never leaves the throne.

You admire the way he will sit there for hours. He never cuts anyone off, he never dismisses a single person who wishes to speak with him, and Jimin lets none of the lords wishing to reclaim lands that aren’t theirs push him around.

Now, you watch as a centaur bows deeply before turning to leave the room, having been granted a larger pasture for his heard, who had been defending it for a long time once the cythraul began to come through the High Tree.

When the double doors to the throne room boom closed, and the guards bow deeply at Jimin’s dismissal, your mate finally melts into the chair, eyes closed, head pressed to the high back. Exhaustion weights heavy on him, despite how beautifully he’s dressed today.

A midnight blue tunic hangs artfully on his frame, the chest cut low to reveal tawny, smooth skin. He has necklaces on, little stars and moons and hourglasses that you’ve found all over the High Court. It seems that time and rotating spheres of planes and universes are a popular motif, and you’ve since learned that with his full powers of the High Court, Jimin is able to perform magic far beyond that of the Night Court.

Freezing objects in time in space – though he can’t freeze time itself yet – aging things forward and backward. Sensing portals and dimensions and becoming energy sensitive are all things that he remembered when he was much younger, but is once again trying to grow into.

Leaning over the arm of the chair, you brush your fingers through his silver locks. He’s grown out his hair substantially. It’s pushed back by a silver circlet with the seven stars of the courts, and an earring catches the moonlight as he tilts his head to lean into your touch.

Jimin almost purrs under the gentle raking of your nails against his scalp. He quivers under your touch, head lolling to the side as he lets go completely. You grin, seeing how much your tired king reacts to your touch.

It’s hard to get over.

“Come on,” you whisper. He whines when your hand drops from his hair and you stand. “Don’t out, it’s beneath you.”

He’s pout increases, bottom lip stuck out as he looks up at you with glossy, green eyes. Jimin has a talent for switching between a doe-eyed sweetling and a siren-eyed vixen at a moment’s notice, something that he increasingly weaponizes against you. Not that you mind.

“It’s not,” he assures.

“Fine, remain seated on your throne. I’ll just run myself a hot lavender and orange blossom bath while you- “

Jimin brushes past you, his steps silent and gait smooth like a dancer. You love the way he spins around to face you, a grin on his face. He moves through the world like a velvet ribbon, graceful and elegant as is common among the fae.

“Thought so,” you grumble as he offers you a hand and a smile.

Coming up with a palace staff is difficult. It isn’t like the Night Court, where there have been generations of faerie loyal to Jimin and the royal family. The old staff members of Malik’s court were few and far between after the collapse of the High City, and those who remain haven’t known Jimin for a long time.

Earning trust among the fae is not common. So the palace staff is small, mostly made up of allies that he made when he was in the Night Court, and a few High Court faeries who were recommended by Hoseok and even Seokjin.

Then there is, of course, the occasional Nightingale who appear and disappear on a schedule you don’t yet understand, but has been put in place by Yoongi and Khione to assure that you aren’t murdered in your sleep.

You don’t hear from them much, but you did come to your room one day to find a mysterious tomb on the history of the Night Court, it’s laws and practices that you used in your battle of wits with Seokjin. It did not have a note, but there was an unmistakable symbol that you could not remember the shape of the moment you looked away from it.

Khione, though maybe not a friend, is an excellent ally.

The palace, like the rest of the city, sits on a network of moving bodies of water. There are pools and caverns underneath the building that have pools of water that move slowly into the large lakes beyond the city limit, and over the waterfall that empties from the basin where the Citadel lives.

Because of the easy access to water, the palace has its own unique plumbing and water filtration system that turned on when Jimin poured his magic back into the High Tree. It’s like the entire place was built by a maker to respond to the magic of those who live inside of it.

That is, at least, what you gathered from Yoongi’s explanation of the building.

Inside of the en suite bathroom is rough-cut crystal dub, hewn into the floor of the bathroom. You have to be careful getting in and out of the steps once wet, but the rose quartz glows warmly when you enter and tap one of the gold spouts. Water spits from it immediately, rushing hot and steaming to fill the deep tub.

Jimin stands staring in the doorway, too tired to do much beyond admire the way you pop open a jar of salts to pour it under the running water. Next, you dig out dried lavender, sprinkling it over the filling tub, following by dried orange rinds.

You glance over your shoulder at Jimin, his eyes cat-like in their study of you. You beckon him over with a finger. He doesn’t hesitate, drifting toward you wordlessly before stopping right in front of you, looking down through full lashes as you begin to untie the two strings that hold together the collar of his shirt.

“What’s the point of the strings if you keep such an open collar anyway?” you muse, letting your fingertips brush over his warm skin. His breath stutters slightly and you smile. “Are they really there for modesty?”

“You’ll have to ask Rika.” You drop the strings and push the shirt backward over his shoulder. It falls down his middle and waist, before dropping to the floor. “I’m not in the artistry of making clothes.”

“Hmm. You give them ideas. I see you down in their little studio sometimes, pouring over sketches.”

Jimin’s skin is perfect. He is golden and warm, flesh smooth under your fingertips as you brush your hands down his chest and over is stomach. You poke his soft flesh and he flexes, making you giggle and slap his abdomen lightly.

“Show off,” you huff, fingering the button on his trousers. “Don’t flex your muscles for me.”

“I thought you liked them.”

“As insufferable as your personality can be, I rather like that instead.”

With a sharp movement, you pull Jimin’s trousers down. He’s in linen undershorts, like briefs but not. And he’s semi-hard just from your teasing touches and words. Jimin notices you looking at his clothed cock and grins. You go read, realizing your mistake when he grabs you by the chin and pulls your face toward his.

“Huh,” he clucks, nose brushing yours. He’s so close that his lips touch yours when he speaks, your gasp swallowing his words. “I think you like something entirely inappropriate.”

“Entirely untrue. Faeries don’t lie.”

Jimin half laughs, half growls as he kisses you.

The kiss is scorching, his mouth hungry and all-consuming as Jimin licks into your mouth. You moan in surprise against him, tilting backward with the force of his onslaught but his hands are on your waist, already hiking up the fabric of your dress as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.

Kissing Jimin makes you dizzy. He always kisses you like his survival depends on it, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, but always starving for you and wanting more. He makes little sounds of desperation between the kisses, catching his breath in pitchy tones that drive you absolutely wild.

Jimin’s hands feel like heaven when they grip the soft flesh of your inner thigh, massaging and pulling you close to him as he peppers your jaw and throat with kisses. Each one leaves a wet trail fresh on your skin, more tongue and teeth now that you’ve ignited the want in him.

It’s hard not to let him rip the dress you have on, made of dark blue silk with cape shoulders and silver broaches at the shoulders. When you convinced him to gently take it off, his movements grow softer, more reverent than greedy.

“In,” you laugh between the wet smack of your mouths. “You need to relax.”

“I’m wide fucking awake now.”

“Be wide awake in the bath. Let me take care of you.”

It wins him over. Jimin doesn’t take his eyes off you as he bends down and pulls his briefs off. From your peripheral, you can see his cock spring against his stomach, dark tip swollen and begging for attention with pearls of precum.

You’re torn between wanting to drop your eyes to his cock as he stands and watches you peel your slip off, nipples hardening in the cool air under his heated gaze, but you keep your eyes on his. You could lose yourself in those deep, green pools.

“What?” Jimin asks, hint of a laugh in his voice. “Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?”

“You have moon eyes.”

You flush, feeling warm beyond the heat of lust. “I just love you.”

Jimin gets a look on his face for a moment, one you don’t understand. For a split second you feel insecure about the admission, standing naked in front of him and telling him that. But the next, the anxiety is gone as he scoops you from the floor, making you squeal as he steps into the warm water and sits down in it carefully.

Water laps over the side, the smell of lavender and orange filling your senses as you breath in. Jimin flicks his finger toward the faucet and the water stops – a trick you have yet to manage – and leans back against the rose wall of the tub, pulling you with him.

Your knees scrape lightly against the rough bottom but you don’t care, coming alive under Jimin’s touch as he settles you over his waist. You can feel his heavy cock brushing your stomach as you straddle him, shotting a thrill through you.

For now, he seems intent on swallowing you whole again, bringing wet hands to tangle in your hair and yank your mouth flush against his.

The mixture of warm water, Jimin’s touch and the gentle brush of his tongue makes your brain fuzzy. You float as you kiss him, your fingers knotting in the hair at the back of his neck, holding him close.

Slowly, you lower yourself a little more, grinding on his cock. You both whine in between spit-slicked kisses, a shudder going through you as you seek friction on his velvety shaft. You’re dripping for him, making the glide even easier as you roll your lips lazily, smiling against his mouth when he lets out a loud curse.

Jimin’s hands go to your waist, submerging under the water. He doesn’t take control, but his grip is hard, dimpling your skin as he grips onto you, letting you tease both of you. It feels like you’re tingling all over, heat rushing through your veins. His cock head nudges your clit and you let out a wanton sound, letting your forehead fall against his shoulder, slick with water and sweat from the heat of the water.

“Fuck,” Jimin rasps, lips pressed to your ear. His tongues snakes out, licking your lobe playfully. “Fuck please don’t tease me.”

“Oh, am I teasing you?”

“Enaid.”

The name shivers through you, a ripple of love and a million other feelings. You reach a hand down between you, firmly grabbing him in your hand, giving his cock a gentle squeeze as you lightly stroke him.

When Jimin is at your mercy, he sounds so beautiful. He leans is head back, face tilted toward the ceiling, mouth open to let sighs escape through pillowy lips. You watch him, the way his neck has light pink splotches as he grows flushed, thighs twitching underneath you as you pump him.

A grin spreads over your face. Seeing him like this is your favorite. Hair presses against his temples and he squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to lose himself entirely to your hand.

Thankfully, you don’t make him wait longer.

The crown of his cock catches your aching hole and you hiss between your teeth, ring of muscles clenching as you slowly sink down on him. It feels like you can’t breathe, every inch of his thickness stretching you to the max until you’re seated and he’s fully sheathed in your fluttering walls.

It takes quick breaths to adjust, your panting against his neck earning a hum from him as his fingers dig painfully into your hips. “Fuck,” he whispers. “So fucking tight.”

“Feels fucking full.”

“Yeah?” he mouths messily at the side of your jaw, voice a low whisper as he says, “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Make me feel good.”

Your eyes nearly roll back in your head at the request. Leaning away from him, you put your hands on his shoulders for balance, slowly rolling your hips into a languid rhythm. You can barely breathe at the feel of him inside of you, so fucking deep that you can think of nothing but Jimin.

There’s no rush. Jimin lets you find a pace you like, picking up speed when you feel comfortable enough. It feels divine, the way your walls hug his length, the way his tip hits deep inside of you. You laugh a bit, head dropping back as you sink down on him again.

“Hmmm?”

You moan his name as you take a moment to gather enough thoughts to answer his question, most coherency scattered to the wind. “Feels like you’re in my stomach,” it comes out whiny and pitchy. “It feels really fucking good.”

“Keep going, baby. You look so fucking beautiful like this.”

Jimin leans forward, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking generously. You give a high-pitched squeal, the stimulation adding as you grind yourself on him, clit rubbing against his pelvis. You’re dizzy and overheated, Jimin focused on flicking his tongue devilishly around your pert bud, your eyes rolling back in your head.

Fucking Jimin always feels different. Even at this lazy pace, you feel like you’re going to fucking lose your mind. An orgasm gathers deep in your stomach, a swollen raincloud looming in the distance. You move a little harder on him now, water splashing over the side of the tub as you increase the size of your movements.

“Fingers,” you beg him as he lavishes your tits. He pulls his mouth away with a lewd pop, looking up at you with swollen lips and glassy eyes. “Please.”

He understands. Jimin’s mouth meets yours, a messy exchange of moans and spit. It’s sloppy but it’s good, especially as his hand slides down your abdomen, fingers finding your clit. You gasp into his mouth as he applies gentle pressure, slowly circling your bundle of nerves until you’re shaking on top of him, barely able to keep it together.

Jimin senses your coming apart, increasing his attention on your clit as he begins nipping the column of your throat, sharp teeth pinching your skin, rough tongue laving over it to sooth the sting.

“Shit,” you gasp, shaking above him. “Gonna – fuck.”

“Come on,” Jimin urgers. He plants his feet on the bottom of the tub, helping you as he thrusts gently up into you. “Come all over me.”

Hiding your face in his neck, you feel your orgasm open up on you. You clench hard, muscles clenching and a scream working its way out of you. You shudder in Jimin’s arms as he fucks you gently, letting you ride your orgasm, shaking and crying in his lap.

It sends him over the edge, Jimin curses and crashing his mouth with yours, sucking your tongue into his mouth greedily. You meet him with the same hunger, so fucking overwhelmed with the heat of his desire for you, for the way he makes you feel, for the way he whimpers your name between teeth and tongue.

As you come down, you catch your breath in his arms. He leans his head back, letting you lay against his neck, just trying to level yourself again. It always takes a bit, trying to come back down from the post-orgasm bliss. Jimin responds in kind, eyes closed, hand drifting up and down your spine.

“I love you,” he murmurs, eyes still close. Your eyes flutter open, looking up at him. “And I like when you look at me like that. So keep doing it.”

You laugh and close your eyes, just happy where you are. “Okay.”

Another day closes with you in Jimin’s arm, and your forever grateful for that one ring in your grandmother’s attic.

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#jimin smut #park jimin smut #jimin bts smut #bts smut #jimin fanfic #park jimin fanfic #faerie jimin #minors dni #minors do not interact #park jimin x reader #jimin x reader #jimin x you

[akookminsupporter]

OT7-nification, here we come 🤣

I guess for now it will jiminficated. He did the same for… himself! 😭😭

[goldenasyoung]

January has ended. February is about to. And oh, what a Jimin month it was. I am Jiminfed well. It was very heartwarming to see Jimin in his element. From WKorea mag, to collaborating with Taeyang, across the country to Paris for his Dior global ambassadorship. I got the Jimin contents I wanted, plus the Jimin lives as well. I loved him even more. Looking forward to another Jimin month this March.

#bts jimin #jikook #jimin #bts ot7 #jiminie #bts #jimin jimin #kookmin #jkjm

[mercurygguk]

What I meant was that it's a shame you're turning that new jiminfic idea into a tae fic, but cuz it's your blog and your idea what ever you do goes ig 🤷

yes ofc what I do goes 🤠🤠🤠 so what’s with this lowkey guilt tripping tone 🥹

I’ll write another jimin fic one day don’t worry about it 😭

#ask #anon

[serendipityjxmn]

Indomitus ;

Pairing/Characters: Park Jimin x Character/Reader

Chapter Count: Oneshot

Words Count: 6.2k

Genre/TW: gang, romance, mature, mentions of guns, smut, mature (explicit 18+)

Status: Completed

Description:

You're almost certain that death has come knocking at your door when a beautiful looking but dishevelled man broke into your apartment, holding you hostage. Until you realized he's wounded from gunshot, triggering your conscience as a doctor. And everything dirty, fantasy, your darkest desire spirals from there.

You take a deep breath as soon as you’re out on the streets, the cold air hitting your face making you shiver and relieved both at the same time. It’s past midnight and the streets are empty. You quickly head towards your car and waste no time driving off from the parkway of the hospital.

You’re on duty at the hospital tonight and the last two nights as well and there’s nothing more that you want than to soak yourself in a hot bath. It doesn’t take long to arrive at your apartment. You don’t live far away from the hospital, to be convenient for on call duty. You could basically walk to the hospital but sometimes your shifts end late night and you don’t think it’s safe enough to walk alone for two blocks in the dead of the night so the car it is.

You shrug off your shoulders, winding it back and forth several times to relax your tense muscles as you make your way to your apartment.

You had just closed the door behind you, walked several steps inside when you notice something feels off. As if there’s another presence in your apartment.

You opt not to switch on the lights. The moonlight shifting through your window, which you now notice is ajar, although very slightly, illuminates your living room. But it’s enough evidence to warn you because you never really open the window unless during leisure time but that’s on weekends.

You move forward slowly and place your handbag and car keys on the table before walking towards the window. Silently, you closed the window and you have to fight a shudder from the breezing wind.

As if on cue, a strong hand clasp your mouth and all senses in you become alerted at once. You would fight, if you don’t feel the muzzle of a gun against the side of your head. You could barely make out the person’s face through the window, only his silhouette can be seen. You gasp out loud, when you realize your attacker is a male.

“Be quiet or I’ll shoot.” He says, voice close to your ear.

You nod as your body trembles. You doubt anyone would hear if you scream and be quick enough to save you before he cocks his gun. You doubt he wants to harm you anyway because he would’ve done that as soon as you step into the apartment.

“I- I don’t have money, if that’s what you’re asking for-” you say as soon as he releases his hand from your mouth, your body still trembling as he still holds his gun to your head.

He lets out a sound like a scoff but doesn’t answer. After a moment, he says, “You’re a doctor aren’t you?”

You nod slowly.

“I need your help.” He says, and this time you finally hear the slight huff between his breath, like he’s having trouble breathing.

Help? What kind of help could he possibly need from you? You brave yourself to slowly turn around, definitely not prepared for the sight in front of you.

The silver beam of moonlight through the window only serves as a dimming light. But even in the bleary, the slight features and outline of his face is enough to tell you that the man is beautiful. The slight glint on his forehead is what gives his situation away. He had beads of sweat on his forehead and when you look down, that’s when you finally took notice of the dark wet patch on his shirt, right above his abdomen. His free hand clutching the wound tightly, but the blood still gushed between his fingers and quickly soaked the crumpled cloth underneath his fingers.

“Oh my god- oh my- you’re hurt!” You gasp in panic, and his safety is all you could think of now. Your hands quickly reach forward to apply pressure above his hand, perhaps a little too sudden, making him hiss.

“Careful.” He says through gritted teeth.

You mutter a sorry and looks up into his eye, asking for permission. Swallowing hard, he then lifts his shirt and your eyes widen the moment you see his wound.

“Is that- is that a bullet wound?” your voice thick, “Where’d you get a bullet wound?” as panic starts to register in your voice. You’ve never seen a bullet wound except in videos back when you’re still studying, but never one in your country, or in Seoul.

“Can you help me stitch it?” He asks, and even in the dim light you know he’s going paler. He’s losing too much blood.

You look up, hands no longer touching him. “Who are you?”

He regards you intently before answering. “You don’t want to know. Now answer me instead of asking questions. Can you help me?”

You bite your lips. “I- I don’t have the equipments. I’m just a general doctor, not a surgeon- you have to go to the hospital.”

“I don’t have the fucking time!” He grits out and then- out of nowhere- he shoves some medical equipments towards you.

“Where’d you get this?” You look at him in disbelief. “Clinic? There’s a clinic few blocks- oh my god- did you break into the clinic?!”

“Can you do it?” He asks again, voice getting weaker.

Oh God, he’ll die if you don’t do it.

Your brain is in an entire war for what seems like eternity, the guy who’s face is getting paler by the second, slumps himself on the single chair, you’d probably scold for staining it on normal days. But this is not ‘normal days’.

“Wait here.” You finally say. You walk away to get some hot water to do some mediocre sterilization process, forcing your brain to work on muscle memory as you waddle through the pitch darkness.

When you return to him, he had his eyes shut. “I need to switch on the light.”

He purses his lips. “Just this one.” He says, pointing to the standing lamp beside the chair.

You want to argue because you need more light but decide against it so you move towards the window to shut the curtain, leaving your whole apartment completely dark.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust and making your way back towards the guy before you tripped over some furniture leg and would’ve fall flat on the floor if not for the cold hands gripping your arms strongly, catching you. And that’s when the light beside him flickers on.

He’s sitting on the chair but you almost catch your breath when you glance up. He’s pulled away all of his shirt, so he’s naked from the waist up top, save for his wound area being applied pressure upon using his shirt.

He’s not just beautiful, you think. He’s gorgeous and ethereal. Probably the most wonderful existence you’ve ever seen. His skin is fair, his face too pretty to be true, his features both sharp and delicate, and when you look further down.. you gulp as his beautiful muscles come into view. His pecs and abs toned to perfection.

And yet, it’s his heavy and intense stare at you that snaps you out of trance. You clear your throat and he slowly takes his hands off his wound. With the cloth you brought, you begin cleaning him off completely and it takes three sets of cloth before the wound can be seen.

You fetch your phone to switch on the light to see if the bullet’s still in there.

“Is the bullet still in there?” You ask for confirmation.

He shakes his head. “No, I already pull it out.”

You would ask how but not now, you think. You try to clean the wound area as clean as you could before you finally begin to suture his wound.

And all the time you do it, you could feel his intense stare so you work hard to keep your focus before you combust into flames.

“W-who are you?” You ask after gathering much courage.

“I told you you don’t want to know.” He says, voice still weak but you notice how low and raspy it is.

You wet your lips, wondering what to ask next. A question that would not cause him to pull the trigger.

“How did you know I’m a doctor?” You purposely makes your tone lighter. His lips quirk up a little. “Or that I live here on this floor in this unit?”

He’s silent for a moment before he answers you. “I watched you for two days.”

Your jaw drops, eyes looking at him incredulously and he has the audacity to look slightly embarassed as he adjusts his position. “So you.. y-you stalked me?”

“Just needed to make sure you live alone.”

“And how would you know that I’d help you?” Perhaps it is out of habit, but you prefer to make your patients talk when you’re treating them, so that they forget the pain and at the same time gain their trust.

“Because I’ll kill you if you don’t?” He tilts his head slightly, like he’s stating the most obvious reason.

You swallow. You’re done stitching him up. But for a strange reason you’re intrigued by this man and don’t want him to leave at once.

It’s weird because you know he’s dangerous.

And remember what they say.. curiosity always killed the cat.

Swallowing, you stutter, “I’m- I’m done.”

He looks down and studies his stitched abdomen. His body is glistening while his hair slightly wet from his sweat. It’s unfair how a dangerous guy like him can look so beautiful.

“You did a pretty good job.” He stands and takes a step towards you. His height towering above you now that he’s standing straight. He’s a good head taller than you, you think.

You gulp thickly when he continues to step closer, heart hammering against your ribs. His head dips down a little, lips almost brushing your temple. “Thank you.” He murmurs and a shiver runs down your spine. His hands reach up and your heart almost burst in anticipation but all he did is run his delicate fingers down a strand of your hair softly.

Then he turns around.

“Wait what’s your name?” You ask. He stops in his track but doesn’t fully turns his body to face you, only his face looking down to his right.

“You don’t want to know.” For the hundrendth time.

“Wait-” you call again before he could reach the door. “I- I’ll give you a new shirt.” You say quickly and heads towards your bedroom. Hunting for a hoodie in a split second, you almost half run to the living room only to find him already gone.

When you wake the next morning, you sit on your bed for a good minute, wondering whether last night was real or if it’s just a dream. It doesn’t seem real at all. You could scarcely sleep last night.

Thinking you would be late if you procrastinate any longer, you get up and get ready for work.

It’s just a dream, you tell yourself.

But when you pass by the clinic a block away from your apartment, there’s a police car outside and somehow your guts tell you it wasn’t a dream.

Your heartbeat quickens and you find yourself flooring the pedal, arriving at the hospital with erratic breathing.

Who is he?

What is he?

How did he find you?

Why you?

And those questions keep floating in your mind over and over again. You had trouble focusing, you keep zoning out, even the regular coffee from the vending machine can’t pull yourself together.

“Are you okay?”

You look up from the canned coffee on your hand. It’s Han, your colleague.

“You’ve been staring at your coffee for the past 10

minutes now.”

You blink at him several moments. Huh? “What?”

He laughs. Then he holds your shoulders at arms length. “Oh God, you really look like a zombie now.”

“I know I look horrible. I was on call for three days straight.”

“No wonder.” He looks at his watch. “Well, why don’t you go for lunch? It’s almost 12 anyway. I’ll cover for you.”

“You will? Thanks Han. You’re really a life savior.”

“I know. I’m awesome like that.” He left you with a wink.

You’re just on your way to your desk when Nin, your junior and her friend rush out the door but stops as soon as they see you.

“Omg sunbae! Congratulations!” Nin says.

You give them a puzzled stare. You’re really not in the mood to entertain any joke right now.

“Ey~ you’re trying to keep your dating life a secret right? It’s okay. We’ll hold it till we die.” And with that, they set off while giggling, leaving you puzzled as ever.

But as soon as you push the door and heads to your table, you understand why.

On your table, there’s a huge bouquet of flowers.

You stand frozen, unable to process anything too fast.

And then step by step you walk towards it.

Nothing. No card, no nothing.

But somehow your instinct tells you the only person in your mind that could send the flowers to you.

Him.

It’s been two weeks since you received the flowers. Two weeks since you last saw him.

And you haven’t been yourself that it’s getting more and more ridiculous as it goes by.

You take hospital supplies just in case you need to treat someone at home. You constantly watch over your shoulder and even got a habit of sitting in the deli across your apartment just to get a glimpse of him.

But he just won’t be out in the daylight.

You sigh as you stand near the traffic light, waiting to cross the road. Perhaps that was really the first and the last time you’d see him.

When you reach home that night, you shower quickly and heads to bed earlier than usual.

It’s midnight, you think, but couldn’t be sure of the time, when you wake suddenly feeling alarmed. But you can’t see nothing in the pitch black darkness so you turn to switch on the bedside lamp.

And you couldn’t be ready with what comes into your view. It’s him, sitting on the edge of your bed. But it’s an automated reaction, even though you’ve been waiting to see him again, a scream makes it way through your lung. And within a millisecond, his hand clasps your mouth, his body above yours, trapping you effectively.

You stop screaming immediately, but his hand is still above yours and for a moment, the both of you only stares at each other, some inexplicable tension turning your heartbeat erratic.

He drops his hand once he’s seen you calmed down. And then you finally took notice of blood, contrasting against his white shirt. You sit up almost immediately, hand reaching for his stomach so sudden that he hisses.

“Did your wound reopen?” You ask quickly.

He nods. You then sigh as you look at him.

And in his mind, perhaps for the first time ever, someone looks genuinely concerned about him.

You lift yourself up from the bed. “Please sit. I’ll fetch the medical kit.” You rush to the kitchen where you left the kit, filled with gauzes and alcohol supply you took from the hospital. When you return, you see him leaning against the bed’s headboard, his eyes closed. The image of him sitting on your bed is making your heart beats rapidly. Swallowing, you try hard to compose yourself.

He senses your presence and his eye reopens.

“I’m assuming that I can’t switch on other lamp except for this one too.” You say as you sit yourself on the edge of your bed beside him.

“Sorry.” He mumbles.

You pause for a moment, not expecting the word out of his mouth. Inhaling deeply, you start unbuttoning his shirt from below. Is it weird that you’ve done this a thousand times during emergency but your hand is currently trembling?

“I don’t think your wound reopens seconds ago. It’s been what, two days?” You glare at him.

“Three.” He answers quietly and you shoot him a murderous look.

“You’re lucky it didn’t get infected.” You scold as you clean his wound and restitch him.

He raises an eyebrow when you start wrapping him with multiple layers of gauze. “Did you steal from the clinic too?”

The question catches you off guard but you recover quickly. “Shut up.” You say and you heard him chuckle.

And you almost fell in love.

You clear your throat as you make your finishing touch. “You need to rest. And your wound has to be clean. I need to change its dressing everyday. Or everytime you got it dirty.” You nag.

He doesn’t say anything but when you look up, you realise he’s very close. His face merely inches before you.

Now that you’re more clear headed and awake from your sleep, you realize you’re only in your night silk gown and the fact that it’s almost see-through makes it a thousand times worse.

He leans even closer.

The tension is so palpable it’s almost overwhelming.

And then his hands come up to your chin and it goes further and further down, your eyes almost fluttering close as his hand roam dangerously close to your cleavage.

For a brief moment, you swear his face inches even closer, your nose almost touching and only the sounds of your uneven breathing can be heard.

“You know I’m dangerous right?” He says suddenly.

Your eyes shoot open instantly and finds him staring straight at you.

You swallow before slowly nodding.

“So if you’re smart, you’ll stay away from me.” And with that, he immediately gets up but then he staggers a little and you’re on your feet in a flash.

Your hand quickly catches him, but the aftermath is immediate as the man has his hand around your neck as he pushes you to the nearest well.

A reflex, you note. A mistake, you admit.

But you don’t think about it. You think about how hot his skin is and how pale he looks.

When he realises his own action, he visibly lets his grip loose. Your hand slowly comes up to touch his forehead, very, very carefully.

“You have a fever.”

He drops his hand. Staring at you for a few seconds, as if he’s having a war in his head, he finally says, “I’ll borrow your couch just for tonight.” And with that, he exits your room.

Even after an hour has passed, you’re still tossing on your bed because you can’t sleep because the guy that you’ve been waiting to see again, the guy you knew nothing about, not even his name, is outside your bedroom, sleeping in your living room.

After a mental war for 10 minutes, you decide to check up on him. Before that, you fetch an extra blanket for him.

When you see him lying on your couch, one hand across his forehead, you suddenly feel like you want to be the one who erases the cause of him frowning in his sleep. Slowly, you lay the blanket over him.

Just for a moment, you think, you will watch him sleep.

And when you couldn’t stop staring at the features on his face, his delicate eyes, his sharp nose, his beautiful lips, you realize you’re in trouble because you’ve developed a crush on him.

A man you don’t even know where he came from. But a man you know is fully dangerous and can kill you anytime.

Yet the fact that he seeks for you for aid gives you a little assurance that he trusts you. And he could’ve easily kill you while in your sleep, but he didn’t.

He doesn’t look so dangerous when he’s asleep like this.

And the fact that this could really be the last time for you to see him is making you panic. You need to remember something about him.

That’s when you notice a tattoo on his hand. It’s like two doors or something. You frown, never encountering such tattoo before. You try to ingrain it into your mind.

With a heavy heart, you drag your feet to your own bedroom, spending another hour tossing before you could finally fall asleep. When you wake the next morning, he’s already gone.

His eyes. His nose. His lips. His skin. His fingers. It flashes in your mind constantly.

He’s above you. One hand on your waist, one hand cupping your chin. His stare is piercing as he leans forward, his lips merely inches from yours when the image is suddenly pulled away and your eyes shoot open.

Your heart pounds and you struggle to calm your erratic breath. The dream felt so real and vivid.. Your fingers trace your lips. It’s almost like you could feel him kissing you.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. It’s three days straight that you’ve dreamt about him. And your heart is unsettled by how much you’re affected by him. You just couldn’t get him out of your mind, consciously or unconsciously.

And that’s how you find yourself in a club at one of the sketchiest area in the city. It’s an infamous area where lots of.. unspoken things go down. You gulp, suddenly thinking that it’s not a very good idea to come alone.

You scan around the club but there’s just nothing. No sight of him at all. Just people harmlessly dancing. Feeling frustrated, you order several shots for yourself, downing it all in one shot.

After what seems like an eternity, you head to the bathroom to pee and refresh yourself to be in a much more sober state. Then you head out the back of the club to clear your mind, taking some fresh air. The cold autumn wind breeze makes you shudder. You suddenly regret your choice of attire. Beneath the jacket on your shoulder, is a short dress that stops mid thigh and your bare legs are freezing right now.

Mindlessly, you walk around and takes unprecedented routes. As you turn one corner, you look up and realize you’ve walked into a dark alley where you can’t help noticing several prostitutes standing on street, several men doing questionable deals. You could walk away from this place, but something in your gut tells you that it can lead you straight to the mysterious guy you’ve encountered.

That’s how you find yourself walking further into the alley, stopping by several times to ask anyone if they know the person with the tattoo you saw. You’ve already drawn the rough sketch of the mysterious man ‘s tattoo at home. And you went around asking if anyone has seen it.

Suddenly, as you were passing another dark corner, you feel something hard pressed on the back of your hip. It takes a moment for you to realize that it’s a gun.

“Be quiet and just walk.” The guy pressed the gun slightly, making you gasp.

Not knowing what to do, you do as he says and walk towards wherever he’s taking you. It wasn’t long until he stops and directed you to enter a high end restaurant which looks a bit out of place at this area. The guy holding you at gun point pushes you forward until you entered another room inside the restaurant. From there, you ascend the staircase and finally you’re led into a room that looks like an office.

There’s several suited men standing in front of a desk and when you’re pushed forward a bit more, you see the man behind the desk. Is it weird that you’re feeling disappointed it’s not the mysterious man you saw instead of feeling alarmed that you’ve walked into a very dangerous place?

The guy holding you to a gun pushes you forward and you almost stumbled upon if one of the men didn’t grab hold of you. He’s tall, you think. Super tall. And when you look up at him, he winks and flashes a dimpled smile.

Gorgeous. That’s the word that you’d use to describe him ten years from now when you recall this memory from your grave, because you’re pretty sure you’ll meet your Creator soon.

“To what do we owe the business here?” The man behind the desk speaks up in a very low voice. Your eyes turns to find him. Is it ridiculous that he’s equally gorgeous? What are these men? Supermodels? Male strippers?

“She’s been snooping around our street, boss. Asking for this tattoo.” The guy behind you hands the little sketch you made.

“Ah,” the dimpled guy smirks.

The guy behind the desk only narrows his eyes at the sketch. “You guys can leave now.” He says.

“Oh come on, Taehyung. We’d like to know how she met him too.” The dimpled guy says.

“Later, Namjoon hyung.”

A shorter one rolls his eyes. “Pretty sure he’s trying to protect his bestfriend, again.”

“I agree, Yoongi hyung. Taehyung-ah, remember Jin hyung don’t like outsiders. You better warn your bestfriend not to cause anymore trouble.” The one in between Namjoon and Yoongi says.

“Yes, yes Hoseok hyung. I just need to question her a little, that’s it.” Taehyung rolls his eyes.

And towards you, Namjoon says, “We’ll see you around soon,” he lets of go of your hands, not before he flashes another dimpled smile.

As soon as everyone left, the guy named Taehyung walks towards you. “So, would you like to tell me why you’re searching for someone with this tattoo?”

You gulp, because his face is too near. “I.. I have something to tell him.”

“Hmm, is that so?” He straightens and takes another small step towards you, forcing you to back away. “What if I tell you.. that I have the same tattoo as well?” He then pulls on his sleeve, revealing the exact same tattoo that you’ve been searching for.

Without thinking, you grip his hand, pulling it towards you for you to see more clearly. “Is he- is he here?”

Your question takes Taehyung a little by surprise. He smiles down at you, as if he’s intrigued by you.

But when you look up, his smile disappear and suddenly, he snatches your hand, holding it up as he backs you away a few steps until you’re backed against a wall. You gasp when your back hit the wall. He leans down, way, way too close. His face literally inches from you.

“I’m not gonna answer your question just yet..” he whispers, or is it just his super low tone speaking?

You swallow.

“Let’s talk about.. how you’re at our territory and the consequence of that.”

“What are you gonna do to me?” Your voice literally a whisper now.

“Unfortunately.. your fate is not mine to decide.” His face backs away a few inches. Then a finger comes up to your head and then slowly, it runs down over your cheek. “Such a shame.”

And then right at that moment, the door bursts open.

And you can’t believe your eyes.

Because it’s him.

It’s him that’s standing on the doorway, staring piercingly when he sees you and Taehyung.

“Ah, Jimin..” Taehyung says but makes no effort to let go of your hands.

Jimin.. that’s his name.

He doesn’t say a word as he steps towards you and snatches your hand away from Taehyung, gripping it a tad too tightly it almost hurts.

“Fuck away, Kim Taehyung.” He growls as he drags you out of the room, towards the hallway and into another... office area, you note.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He glares at you.

You swallow before answering. “I wanted to see you.”

“I told you if you’re smart, you’ll stay away from me.” He growls.

You take a step towards him. “Well maybe I’m not that smart.”

He clenches his jaw as you take another step towards him, closing the proximity.

“I.. I want you, Jimin.”

You watch his eyes turn dark. “Is that so?” He moves forward, backing you in three exact steps and your behind is against the edge of table.

“I can’t get you out of my mind too.” He whispers and then suddenly, his lips are on yours.

You can’t describe the feelings as his lips are pressed so hard against yours. Finally. This is finally happening after the countless time you fantasize about him, imagining him in every way.

“How long have you been thinking about me?” He whispers against the intense kisses.

His one hand is on the back of your neck, holding you close while his other hand roams all over your body, like he can’t get enough of touching you everywhere.

“Ever since I met you-” you’re breathless. His kiss and his tongue expertly draws all sorts of air inside you.

You let out a gasp when he rips your blouse open.

And you know you’re in for a very very long night.

“Tell me what do you imagine when you think about me.” His mouth is on your breasts. Your bra torn off you.

You moan out loud, “Oh God-”

“Tell me,” he demands, making you squeak as he hitches your skirt up.

“T-this-” you choke out, arousement rising as he continues to suck.

“Hmm, I think about you too.” He leans back in to suck on your neck.

Fingers quickly finding buttons of his shirt, deftly unbuttoning each of it. His coat had long been discarded, his tie loosened and off of him in a matter of seconds, landing somewhere on the floor.

Your body arches as he continues to leave open mouth kisses on your neck, shoulder and breasts. “What do you think about?” You ask.

“I think about your god motherfucking tits, how I’m never gonna stop sucking them,” he says before putting three fingers into his mouth and then without warning, rips your underwear off and slides his fingers into your pussy, “your perfect little dripping cunt,” he thrusts inside without mercy, “and how I’m gonna fuck you every single position known till your voice is gone from screaming my name.” He finishes as he withdraws his fingers.

You swallow.

“Then don’t wait,” you whisper.

He clenches his jaw. “Fuck. You’re such a tease, you know that? You don’t know how close I was to ripping your little nightdress the last time we met.. it barely covered anything you might’ve just slept naked. Tell me.. did you put that on for me..?”

You gulp. “Maybe...” you say quietly.

He curses and his eyes widen in lust. Within seconds his pants are off him as well as his boxers and your eyes widen looking at him in full glory. He rips your dress away and you’re completely bare now from top to bottom.

He spits on his hand and pumps his cock a few times before entering you, making your body jolt from the intrusion.

You think you’re in euphoria right now, feeling him inside you is complete bliss. You’re almost crying in pain trying to adjust to his girth and length.

“You want it, take it all-” he grits, eyes almost lolling to the back from his own pleasure but he’s still pushing in, till he hit right to the hilt.

“Oh god-” you moan when he starts bottoming out and pushing back in full.

You prop your elbow on the table as his hands grips your waist, keeping you in place and for a moment, only the sounds of skin lapping and labored breathing fills the room.

“Fuck fuck ugh-” he says as he continues his thrust.

His hands reach forward towards your breast as he cups them roughly. He continues thrusting and you feel the edge of your orgasm nearing. And then suddenly, he slips out and you’re almost enraged. He smirked at your expression.

“Greedy little thing aren’t you?” With one motion he pulls you by the hips and then flips you so you’re bending over the table. Your heart leapt in excitement, over Jimin taking you in this position. He doesn’t keep you waiting for long. He spits on his fingers before he runs his fingers over your slit few times and enters you again.

He fills you so deeply and entirely your eyes almost watering, your stomach clenching. And when he begins his thrust, you’re almost torn apart.

“Yes yes yes- Jimin-”

“You like being taken this way huh?”

“Yes,” you choked out.

He leans down and takes a handful of your hair and you’re forced to chin up. His other hand grips your waist even tighter before he slams back in roughly.

You could feel the orgasm creeping in. “Oh God Jimin-”

“Fuck me too-“ He continued his thrust as the pressure builds inside you until it finally explodes. When he shows no sign of stopping, you ride out your orgasm, just taking pleasure in the way he smoothly slides in and out of you as he chases his own orgasm and you could feel his grip tightening.

“Cum inside, I’m on the pill.” You say and without warning, his warm seeds spill inside you. His pace slows down but he doesn’t pull himself out yet. You hear his harsh breathing, his hand coming up to stroke your hair several times and then went down to trace every corner of your body.

“You look so gorgeous from behind like this. Every corner of yours is sexy.”

He flips you again so you’re facing him and he takes in your spent expression before leaning back in for a more slow but passionate kiss. Your hands roam down to find his cock intending of milking him out completely but to your surprise, he’s still hard.

He pulls your hand away and says, “Let me clean you up.” He licks your lower lip before pushing your body up a little. Your heartbeat picks up its pace again as he spreads your legs and then dives in to lick your pussy that’s dripping with his cum.

Your fingers card his hair, feeling the knot tightening in your stomach once again. “Oh God Jimin- I can’t-”

He smirks like it’s a challenge and the next thing he does had your eyes lolling to he back. He tortured you with his tongue for a few more minutes, tongue swirling deeply, pulling back just to see your response.

But before he could do anything else, you push yourself off the table then takes your step towards him, backing him towards the leather sofa behind him.

He watches you with dark eyes as you lean towards him, lightly swiping your tongue over his lips, hands on his thigh.

“My turn,” you whisper before leaning back down and takes him in your mouth earning a plethora of curses from him.

“God, look at you, you take me so well.” He grabs a handful of your hair, guiding your head as you bob up and down.

His head rolls to the back, sweat beading on his forehead and he’s on the verge of cumming when he says, “Stop babe, come up. Ride me.”

And you don’t think twice before raising yourself and sink down on him. You both let out a moan from the pleasure as you ride him out.

“You are fucking sexy,” he groans.

You increase your pace and soon he has both his hands on each side of your ass, holding them firmly, giving you support.

He leans forward and licks and sucks on your breast as his fingers dig into your ass while yours into his shoulder.

“Fuck! Fuck-” he chants before you both reach climax for the second time.

Your eyes shut, you’re totally spent as you slouched on his shoulder and him on yours.

Once both your breathing calmed down, he says, “That was insane. You’re insane.”

“You ruined my dress.”

“Hm.” He hums against your shoulder. “I’ll buy you another one.”

You pull back then, eyes finding his. “I want you, Park Jimin. I can’t stop thinking about you ever since I met you for the first time.”

He locks his gaze on you. “And when was that?”

Your brows furrowed. Is that a trick question? “When you held me hostage in my own apartment?”

He chuckles. But then his expression serious again. “What if I told you that wasn’t the first time you saw me?”

You frown even deeper. “What are you talking about?”

The corner of his lips quirk a little. “A year ago. In the alley. You saved me when I was bleeding from knife wound.”

Your eyes widen. You only remember bits and pieces of that incident. “I don’t recall any of this.” To be exact, you don’t remember him.

“It was dark. My hair was long enough to cover my face. You couldn’t see me, but I could see you.”

You close your mouth as it’s been wide open since he dropped the news. You need a few moments to process this mindblowing fact. You couldn’t think, especially when you’re naked and had just finished a heated fucking session.

Then you take a deep breath and looks at him straight in the eye. “Well, nice to meet you Park Jimin. I’m-”

“Y/N.” He cuts you off.

“How did you-”

“You’re not the only one who couldn’t stop thinking about us when we first met.”

#serendipityjxmnIndomitus #serendipityjxmn #parkjimin #jiminfic #jimin au #bts fic #jimin smut #jiminsmut #jimin x reader #bts smut #btssmut

[papamochl]

bts fic recs

if you know any good ones that are not on this list, please send them !!

(m) mature

(f) fluff

(a) angst

jimin

love at first touch (soulmate au)

please take my word when i tell you this is so so good. one of the first full series bts fic ive read.

seokjin (coming soon)

namjoon (coming soon)

jungkook (coming soon)

taehyung (coming soon)

yoongi (coming soon)

hobi (coming soon)

#bts #bangtanboys #btsficrec #btsfics #btsfanfictionrec #bts fic rec #namjoon #jungkook #seokjin #taehyung #jimin #hobi #hoseok #yoongi #jiminfic #jimin x reader #bts x reader #gracesficrec

[astagfirullah-house]

Reading Buddies

Maira hummed as she stood in the kitchen, making hot cocoa for two people, dancing slightly to Jimin's voice. She poured the mix in the cups, depositing the dishes in the sink. She could always do them later. 

She grabbed the two mugs and entered the living room, placing hers on the coffee table while carrying the other to the small dance studio. She knocked on the door and pushed it slightly to reveal Jimin dancing to a beautiful melody, his movements fluid and soft. 

"I made you hot cocoa", Maira said in a soft voice. She didn't want to interrupt his dance practice but the cocoa would cool down if she waited. 

"Thank you baby", Jimin smiled as he moved forward to grab the cup. "I'll just wash up and come out in five minutes. I'm done for the day". 

Maira handed him the cup and left, closing the door behind her. She grabbed a book from her shelf and sat on the couch, snuggling into a fleece blanket with her cocoa warming her hand. She had just finished a page when she sensed someone's eyes on her, making her look up. 

"Why are you staring at me?", Maira asked feeling awkward under his scrutiny. 

"No reason. Carry on reading", Jimin said sipping his hot cocoa. He always drank it super hot while Maira cooled it down to almost lukewarm. 

He went to the kitchen to put his empty mug in the sink, deciding to do the dishes so Maira wouldn't have to. 

"Leave them. I'll do them later don't worry", Maira yelled over the noise of the water and clinking of dishes. 

"No it's ok. There aren't many, I'll do them", Jimin said as he began washing the dishes. It made Maira smile how much caring and considerate Jimin was. She felt guilty; he would do these random things to make her day easier while she could not help him with his work. 

A few minutes later, Jimin noisily plunked down on the couch beside Maira. After watching her for a few minutes which Maira tried to ignore, he lied down with his head in her lap, displacing her book. 

"What", Maira said while giggling, "are you doing?". 

"Nothing. I danced and did the dishes. I'm tired", Jimin whined as he nuzzled his head against her belly. 

"Awww our jiminie is tired", Maira said threading her fingers in his hair, stroking his temple softly. Jimin smiled as Maira began to read out loud for the both of them. A few minutes later Maira noticed Jimin dozing off. Overwhelmed with how innocent he looked while sleeping, she leaned down to kiss his temple while shaking him awake. 

"Wake up and sleep properly in the bed", Maira said. 

"Hmmm", Jimin just mumbled as he turned his head, making her laugh. 

"Wake up!!", Maira said shaking him forcefully. 

"Why", Jimin pouted, "did you wake me when I was having the best nap of my life".

"Don't exaggerate. You should sleep properly", Maira said as she pushed him off her lap and got up. At the same time, Jimin grabbed her waist and pulled her down beside him on the couch. 

"I have a better idea", Jimin said as he bent down and kissed her. After a few minutes, Maira pushed him away and stood up. 

"Come on. You should go to bed already, you need the rest". 

"Okay", Jimin got up, placing one last kiss on her palm. 

"You should rest too. I'll be going to bed first then. Don't stay up too late reading", he said as he went to the bedroom and plunked on the bed. 

Maira smiled as she grabbed her book and continued reading. She just wanted to finish one last chapter before going to bed. 

A/N: I think I was doing a series of cute prompts when I wrote these pieces. I really see Jimin being like this with his significant other, so sweet and considerate.

#astaghfirullahhouse #btsfic #jiminfic #tae.chi

[fresh-outta-jams]

Beach Date

Jimin x Reader Author: MoRo

Summary: Beach date with Jimin while he’s on a break! 

Note: I have something that I am working on but I’m waiting until school is done to really hit hard on it so for now here’s once again another old short fic I am recycling. 

Warnings: None just fluff 

Word Count: 1.7kish

At your family’s home in L.A, you were running around your room making a mess trying to figure out what to wear for your date.You weren't sure exactly why he wanted to go to the beach with it still being chilly and windy out but you were going along with it since it’s Jimin and you just can’t say no to him.

At the thought of him, your phone lights up. 

You run over and snatch it up. It’s a snap. 

The snap is from none other than your boyfriend, Park Jimin. 

Your heart skips a beat and you click the snap. It was of Jimin taking a selfie from above showing off his outfit. He was wearing sunglasses, a striped black and white shirt and black jeans. The caption was "All ready for the beach!"

 You snap him back a picture of the floor captioned, "I'm not yet! 😅". And click your power point to put your phone to sleep.

Throwing it on your bed, you go back to trying to solve your wardrobe issue. You aren't sure how much time passes but then there's a knock on your door.

 "Y/N-ah?" A sweet gentle voice drifts from behind the door. "Are you ready?" It asks in English. You run to the door and fling it open. 

Jimin is standing there all bundled up for the weather. His adorable little face peeks out from his scarf and his cheeks are slightly red from the chilly, windy air. 

"Ah sorry Jimin... I'm not ready yet still.." You tell him. He laughs lightly and walks into your house, following you back to your bedroom.

 "I don't mind Y/N-ah. Means I can spend more time with you." He flashes you a heart melting smile and wraps his arms around you. 

 You notice that his English is getting better every day. While being in the United States he was trying to use more English than Korean to practice. "He still has his cute accent though." You noted. 

Jimin was in L.A. for a little bit while all the boys took a vacation. Big Hit decided to let them take an extended vacation after their last album promotions. The boys chose to go back to L.A. because of what it meant to them. While he was here in L.A, he wanted to go on dates and spend time with you before he had to go back to Korea. 

You were in L.A. visiting with your family because it was your younger sibling's graduation soon. You have been living in Korea but for the past few months you were back in the U.S. with your family. 

Jimin wanted to take full advantage of his free time with you and the both of you being in L.A. made it seem like fate. 

You noticed Jimin staring at you. "Yes Jimin?..." You ask him. He just chuckles at you. 

"Were you daydreaming again Y/N-ah?" He smiles at you. "I asked you if you want me to help you?" You smile back at him and shake your head. "I'll be alright. I think I know what I'm going to wear now." You answer with a peck on his nose. 

You break away from him and grab clothes from your closet. Having Jimin around you always helped make you think clearer.

 You decide on a white and blue shirt with jeans and a gray hoodie. 

Coming back out into your bedroom, Jimin was laying down on your bed waiting for you while you change. "I missed you Y/N-ah." He says turning his head to look at you. 

You were currently struggling with your sweatshirt.

 Jimin just laughs at you and grabs your jean belt loops, pulling you down onto the bed. 

Leaning over you, he teases, "Did you even hear me Y/N-ah?" You finally get your arm through the arm hole, while trying not to sucker punch yourself or him. 

You look up at him, flustered. "I heard you Jimin." You reach up and put your hands on his face. "And I missed you too." You murmur before kissing him. He kisses you back, leaning into the kiss until his body is pressed against yours. 

Your hands go up into his hair, getting tangled in the soft shaggy hair, slightly tugging at it. He flips you over onto him and you break the kiss in need of air. 

He looks up at you with a cheeky smirk and swollen lips. "Wow you really did miss me Y/N-ah." He teases in breathy Korean. You turn your head away, letting your red face be covered by your hair. 

 He just laughs at your reaction and rests his hands on your thighs that are on either side of his hips. You lightly hit his chest before getting up off him. He sits up and watches you finish getting ready. 

"Y/N-ah." He asks. "Yeah Jimin?" You call back from the bathroom while you are putting on the finishing touches. 

"I love you." Jimin tells you in English from the door way of the bathroom. You smile and look at him. "I love you too Jimin." 

He flashes you one of his famous eye smiles. You return his smile with another one of your smiles. 

"Ready Y/N-ah?" Jimin asks while taking your hand in his when you are done getting ready. You nod and grab your coat. 

Once outside of your house, the chilly weather hits you. You shiver slightly. "Jimin, why do you want to go to the beach today?" You ask him. He swings your connected hands lightly while looking around. 

"Well I wanted to go with you when it was warm out but I'm not sure when I'll be able to so I want to go now while I'm here." He tells you with a small smile. 

Jimin always says these cute little pure things without meaning to that made your heart flutter and flip in your chest. 

"Jimin you are so sweet..." You mumble quietly while your face starts to turn even more red. Jimin stops and wraps his arms around you while burying his face in between the crook of your neck and your shoulder. 

You can feel his face heating up against your skin. "I just wanted to do something nice and relaxing with you so you can remember this when I get busy and can’t see you..." He mumbles back in soft Korean. You chuckle and hug him even tighter.

 "I love you Park Jimin. More than you know." You say in Korean while pulling back from the hug and softly kissing his cheek. 

 "I love you too Y/N-ah. So much." He responds in Korean while grinning at you and then pulls you along again to the beach.

There's a few stray people walking along the coast but not very many. 

Jimin stands next to you looking out at the ocean, his eyes reflecting the colors of it. 

"Does it remind you of Busan?" You ask in Korean. You know how much he misses Busan and the ocean. You sometimes take for granted all the time you get to spend at the beach and with your family. 

He nods. "Yeah, it does. But I always feel like I'm near my family when I'm near the sea." He responds back in Korean. 

You smile and squeeze his hand. "Come on." You gesture towards the ocean with your head. "Let's go say hi." You tell him in Korean. 

You run down onto the beach and up to the water. The water slowly laps at yours and Jimin's shoes. 

He lets go of your hand and bends down to the surface of the water. Putting his hands in the water, he lets the water run back and forth over them, the waves lap over his hands before they get pulled back out to the ocean.

 You watch all the tension and stress seem to flow off of him and get taken away with the water.

 When Jimin stands up, his shoulders seem to have lightened and there's a new light in his eyes. "Do you feel better Jiminie?" You ask him. He grins back at you. "Much Y/N-ah." He reaches for your hand again and begins to walk down the beach with you. 

Even though it's colder by the ocean, you still feel warm. Jimin has always been your own personal heater. When he would spend the night on rare occasions, like during the winter, you wouldn't need to put layers on to keep warm. He would just wrap you up in a blanket with him and you'd fall asleep on his chest while he tucked your head under his chin. 

The sound of his methodical breathing always put you to sleep quicker than any sleeping medicine. On those nights you both would get the best rest of your lives. Those nights you miss but remembering them always makes you warm again.

 "Y/N-ah." Jimin's soft voice pulls you back to the present. "Ne Jimin?" You respond back in Korean out of habit. 

He had some how climbed atop these big rock outcroppings where he was watching the ocean hit against them. He held out a hand to you.

 "Want to come on here with me?" You nod and smile at him while you take his hand. Jimin pulls you up with him and you sit down next to him. 

The ocean waves crash against the rocks and pull back out, rhythmically. The sound of the ocean always calms you down and seems to have done the same to Jimin. 

His head was back, the ocean breeze lightly tousling his hair. His eyes were closed and he put his hands behind his head as he leaned back, face up to the sun.

 "Y/N-ah why are you staring at me?" He startles you. You gasp slightly and look away from him. "I-i wasn't staring at you..." Your cheeks redden. 

"Well then what were you doing?" He teases you while cracking open an eye to look at you. 

"I was merely noticing how calm and relaxed you look." You state to him

He laughs and sits up. "I know." He leans in and kisses you full on the lips, gently biting your lower lip, drawing you into him. 

Strangely, he tastes a little like sea salt. 

"You can take the boy out of Busan but you can never take Busan out of the boy." You think to yourself, smiling into the kiss.

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[gimmeyoon]

You’ve Become My Favorite Sin [1]

Pairing: Angel!Jimin x femdemon!reader

Setting: Angels and Demons AU, Slowburn

Ratings/Warnings: M for Mature. Cursing, drinking, eventual smut. Also, contains religious themes.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I couldn’t get this idea out of my head so I had to write it.

Songs: GOOD BOY by GD x TAEYANG, Bad Girls by M.I.A, Intro: Boy Meets Evil by BTS

Summary: When Jimin started questioning his place in the world as an angel, you took it upon yourself to show him the darker side of life. Suddenly falling from grace doesn’t seem so bad.

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     Jimin stood outside of the club, the sound of bass-heavy music making it hard for him to think. He nervously rubbed at his bare neck, the lack of metal making him feel vulnerable and exposed. He should go back home and put it back on –

     Jimin shook his head quickly and pulled his sleeve up to make sure that the black dot was still there. It was so small, someone might think they had never noticed that mole on his arm. The lingering pain told him otherwise. He thought he might pray to god to keep him safe, but that wouldn’t be possible now, not if they dot worked.

     Two women walked past him laughing, making Jimin realize that he must look like a crazy person standing outside here alone, nervously fidgeting. He took a deep breath before entering the Devil’s Lair.

     As far as names went, it was pretty on the nose, but the more time Jimin spent on earth the more often he realized that appeared to be the underworld’s style. He tried to keep to the shadows, he wasn’t even sure why he was here, and he didn’t need to run into anyone who was interested in finding out.

     Taehyung had told him that this was fine when he gave him the dot, that he wasn’t the only one who asked for it, but he found that hard to believe as he looked around the club. Not a single person here was like him.

     He catches your eyes as you take a sip of whatever concoction has been handed to you. You’re not sure if it’s the way he avoids everyone or the fear you see in his eyes, but you know that he’s not a human. Humans can’t help but clamor around the club, drawn to any and every demon they make eyes with, but he – he looks like someone who knows they shouldn’t be here.

     You should send Jungkook after him, he’s clearly not of your concern, but instead you excuse yourself from the table, saying something about needing a new drink despite yours being full, and begin walking towards him.

     The closer you get, the more certain you are that he is holy and the thought of playing with him crosses your mind. It had been a very long time since you had been around something so good.

     He suddenly becomes aware of your presence, and he looks up quickly, making eye contact with you. The fear in his eyes is back and brighter than ever, making your lips curl into a devilish grin. He sees this two and for a second you think he might run, but he doesn’t.

     “You must be lost,” you start. “What’s a pretty boy like you doing down here?”

     “I’m not lost,” he says assuredly.

     “Oh?”

     He nods his head as he presses his lips into a line.

     “Then tell me, baby boy, what are you looking for?”

     He hesitates, and you think this game might not be fun at all. You even move to call Jungkook over, but then he answers.  

     “Truth.”

     Your smile widens. “Truth? Angels never cease being virtuous, do they?”

      His eyes widen at your comment. “How did you – Taehyung said –” He pulls up his sleeve and begins rubbing at a small black dot.

     “Oh that?” You chuckle. “That explains why none of these dogs have sniffed you out yet.”

     “Dogs?”

     “Dogs, lower level demons, whatever you want. It’s not like the Princes of Hell spend much time at human night clubs.”

     “But you found me?

     “So, you can put two and two together then, can’t you?” You take a sip of your drink, and motion to the dot. “What’d you pay for it?”

     “Five feathers,” he replies, and he winces slightly.

     “Not an unfair price,” you say, “Taehyung probably didn’t expect anyone to be here or,” you chuckle, “he probably just doesn’t care what happens to you.

     Jimin frowns at your comment, and you decide you definitely do not like that.

     “I can help you,” you offer before you think better of it.

     “What?” He spits. “You want to trick me too? No, thanks.”

     “That’s uncalled for,” you pretend to pout. “You don’t know anything about me. I thought you were supposed to be the good guy, Mr. Judgement.”

     “I’m not a human... you can’t trick me. I know what you are.”

     “Yet, Taehyung did just that.”

     He stiffens at your words and looks like he might turn to leave, but he hesitates.

     “It’ll cost you less than five feathers.”

     He raises an eyebrow, “I thought you said you were powerful?”

     “I never said that. I said these demons were dogs. You assumed that meant I was powerful,” you shrug. “And you know what assuming does.”

     He looks baffled.

     “They don’t have common sayings in heaven, or?”

     He blinks back at you.

     “It makes an ass out of you and me,” you sigh. “Listen, I can give you a better mark than this and I just need a tiny favor.”

     He snorts. “Demons never need tiny favors.”

     “Well, it surely wouldn’t be an easy task for a human, but for a – let me guess – guardian angel… like you it shouldn’t be a problem.”

     “How – how could you possibly know I’m a guardian angel?”

     You smile but ignore his question. “So, what do you say? Want me to markup that pretty skin of yours, so you can get your rocks off with some human boy or girl.”

     He rolls his eyes. You lean forward, and he doesn’t back away, causing a smirk to dance across your lips. You’re dangerously close to his ear and the lack of distance has him rigid but he still doesn’t move.

     “Or you can sin more fantastically and have your way with me.”

     He gasps and quickly pushes you away, causing a laugh to rip through you.

     “Oh, baby boy, don’t get so worked up,” you bat your eyelashes. “So, what do you say?”

     He sighs, “I’m an idiot.” He runs his fingers through his blonde hair. “Okay, let’s do this.”

     “All for the virtue of truth,” you say as you grab onto his shoulder before dematerializing.

     When you materialize in your home, Jimin staggers and falls to the ground. You move to help him up, but he stops you.

     “Could have warned me before,” he says.

     “What’s the fun in that?” You smile. “We can’t all have wings.”

     He snorts at your response, before looking around at his surroundings. You walk over to your desk and sit down, grabbing a pen and some paper. You begin drawing up your contract with the angel.

     “You haven’t told me what your favor is yet.”

     “And you haven’t told me your name,” you look up at him. “Which I need right now so I can do this right.”

     “Favor first, then name.”

     “Very well,” you sigh. “I need you to spy on a demon for me.”

      His eyes widen. “I’m sorry… Your idea of a little favor is spying on a demon?”      “Well, with my mark he’ll have no idea what you really are, and you can do whatever you want with you free time. I see it as a win-win.”

     He chuckles without humor. “Why do you even need to spy on a demon?”

     “You’re the one who said I was powerful. Powerful people have powerful enemies.”

     “So, you are? Powerful I mean.” He looks genuinely curious and you like this side of him. This side, you can do something with.

     “I believe the deal was the nature of my favor for your name, not the nature of my favor and my ranking in the underworld.”

     His cheeks turn a tinge of pink and he looks down at his feet. “Sorry, you’re right, that was rude.” He looks back up at you. “My name is Jimin.”

     You nod your head as you go back to the contract. A few moments later you finish, and you look back up at him. Jimin has taken a seat in one of the chairs across from your desk and his absentmindedly twiddling his thumbs.

     “Baby boy,” you start to get his attention, “it’s your turn. You hold the paper out to him and reach for his pen.

     He takes both and takes a deep breath. “How do I know you aren’t tricking me?”

     You smirk. “You don’t. But, if it makes you feel better, I hate lying. It’s such a boring sin. The truth is usually worse anyways.”

      He seems to ponder your thoughts for a moment before going to sign the document. His breath hitches when he begins to write, no doubt feeling the pain of the pin pricking his finger for blood. Once finished, he hands the paper back to you.

     “Let’s just get this over with.”

     You smile. “Baby boy, I would spend all night with you if you just let me.”

     His gaze is unfazed, so you roll your eyes and move on.

     “Let me guess, you want it somewhere daddy can’t see it?”

     His eyes sharpen at that, but you don’t let him respond.

     “How about we see what you’ve got under there.” You stand up and walk around the desk to him. You crouch before him and he freezes in the same way he did at the club. You look up into his eyes as you play with the hem of his shirt. “Can I?”

     He nods his head, prompting you to lift up his shirt. You tilt your head to the side, not necessarily surprised with the toned abdomen that sits before you, but certainly curious about how much effort it would take to see the rest.

     “Is something wrong?” he asks, and you realize you’ve been staring.

     You look back up at him and smile. “It’s just not fair. God gave you that and then made it so no one could ever appreciate it.”

     He rips his gaze away from you as his cheeks redden and you smile at how innocent he is. The longer you’re with him the surer you are that causing his fall would be the most fun you had in a while.

     “Okay, baby boy. This is going to hurt,” you pause. “But that’s the best part.”

     Jimin arches away from the touch of your thumb into his ribcage as you mark him. Your eyes darken, completely black, as you mutter your curse under your breath. You hear him hiss and the excitement in your chest bubbles at the sound. He sounds just as pretty as he looks. You pull your thumb away to reveal the black crescent moon that is your signature.

     The marking takes only a few moments but the way Jimin is panting makes it seem as if it took much longer.

     “Taehyung – it didn’t hurt like that,” he stutters.

     You smile as your eyes return to their human-like state. “You’re the one who said I was powerful.” You stand up from your crouched position and walk back behind your desk.

     Silence hangs over the two of you as you organize the papers and you can sense that Jimin wants to say something. You file him in the correct order, when he speaks up.

     “I didn’t expect a demon to have a filing system.”

     You laugh as you turn to face him. “Angels are lawful good, so it makes sense that demons are lawful evil, no?”

     He nods.

     “Want to see if it worked?”

     Jimin shoots you a confused look. “If it works?”

     “I mean of course it works, baby boy. I just wanted to prove it.”

     He considers your words for a moment before nodding. You look down at the charms on your desk and decide on the rabbit’s foot. Grasping it in your hand, you chuckle when you feel his hesitation.

     “Please, tell me this is for a good reason,” Jungkook says as he materializes in the room.

     “It’s always a good reason when it’s my reason,” you deadpan as you meet his eyes.

     “Yes, ma’am,” he mutters.

     You smirk as you motion to Jimin. “I’d like you to meet Jimin. He’ll be working with us now.”

     Jungkook barely pays attention to Jimin. “_____, you called me here to introduce me to a new dog? I was about to take Seokjin for all he’s worth.”

     “You can take Seokjin for all he’s worth now.”

     Jungkook sighs, “Yes, ma’am.” He dematerializes as quickly as he came.

     You turn back to Jimin to find he is already looking at you.

     “_____?”

     “So they call me.”

     Jimin nods but doesn’t say more even though you can see the curiosity in his eyes.

     “Jungkook is my right hand,” you offer.

     “Seokjin?”

     “Some lesser demon, I don’t know him. He’s not in my dominion.”

      “Dominion? Angels have dominion.”

     You chuckle. “I’m sure they told you about my old pal, Lucy up there. He was a pretty big fan of how things were set up, he just wanted to run it.”

     “So, you are powerful.”

     “So you continue to say.”

     Silence falls between the two of you again and Jimin looks down at his hands. You think he might ask more questions, but he doesn’t. You’re disappointed by this and the game is no longer fun.

     “Where do you want me to take you back to?”

     He looks up at you. “I hid my halo in some high schooler’s locker.”

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[flynnfires]

HS! JIMIN x Bookworm! READER (Part 2)

To the girl who suggested my favorite novel,

I think you've noticed it by now-- noticed that I was a regular in the library, that in every section you were in I was there picking out a book and that across your usual spot was this chinky-eyed male with plump cheeks, and jet black hair, who wore rectangular glasses. We didn't interact, but I'm pretty sure my presence was already being acknowledged. I don't know if I was annoying you but every isle I was in, you left. I was stubborn so I’d follow you to the next isle you went to-- and the next, and the next-- until you stopped. Looking back at it now, it was a very creepy move but something told me that you didn't find it creepy at all.

In the corner of my eyes, I could only see half of your face, but that was already enough. Your eyes were staring gently at the books, glasses reflecting the title and your fingers tracing over the hardbound covers-- not even once did you look at me, but you knew that a few meters away from you, was me. And for some odd reason it put a put a smile on your face; I didn't need to see your whole face just to know that.

After that one incident, things started changing. Almost always would your attention be so concentrated on the book, but now, for once and so suddenly, our eyes would meet. Those beautifully colored eyes would break away from the pages and look at me. I gained your attention. It felt weird and embarrassing but at the same time it felt like I had accomplished something.

It felt like I won a lottery with just something as simple as eye contact. Occasionally, you would fill my stomach with thousands of butterflies with just a small but genuine smile. Goddamn, everytime that happens, I find myself smiling cheekily and I can’t even control my face to make it look like it was just a simple gesture but my body was restless; I couldn’t keep my happiness in. I hope I didn’t look dumb…

In those times we shared I contact, I thought it couldn’t get any better. I thought, maybe this was the only interaction I’ll ever get. And even if I could only look at you, I was already satisfied. One day, fate decided to give us a try. I had gone to the library that day, not only to see you, but also because I had to choose a novel for class. I was supposed to write a summary about it and also choose a character to analyze. I began getting random books that piqued my interests, and when I could barely carry all the books I chose, I settled down on a seat near the window, and started flipping the books to read a that short summary at the back. None of the books I got was interesting enough for me to even open. I could easily just choose a novel and read it but I wanted this assignment to be fun for me.

I got up and started to search for more books and as the pile on my table arose, I began losing hope. Maybe I’ll just choose some book in one of the pile, I thought as I sighed, laying my head on the wooden table. “Excuse me.” a girl’s voice made its way in my ears, and immediately I straightened my back and looked at the owner of such a beautiful voice.

It was you. At that moment, I felt my face heat up, my mind was drawing scribbles as you smiled at me with a book in your arms. “Hello.” You say softly, asa I opened my mouth, thinking of what to reply. Should I say a pick up line? Should I just respond normally? Oh god.

You tilted your head, eyes yearning for a response.

“Yes! Hello!” I hastily stood up reaching my hand out, “I’m Jimin.”

You gave the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard before you introduced yourself and accepted my handshake offer. “I-- D-Do you need anything?” I ask you, “I saw you struggling to pick a book and well… here.” You handed me the book you held in your arms. I’ve seen this book, it was the first book you held when I first saw you. “What’s this about?” I asked, getting the book, and once you heard my question, your eyes gleamed with excitement. “Well… Do you have the time for me to tell you all about it?” You clasped your hands together as you gazed at me with hope. “I do.”

And with that, we both sat down and you started to talk on and on about the book. I found it very cute how you’d hold back in some events because you wanted me to find out for myself. I know you were just itching to spoil me but you didn’t want to ruin my experience with it. From time to time while you were speaking, I admit, I wasn’t listening. Instead, I was admiring you, and hey, you can’t blame me for finding you so pretty. I’ve never been this close and I didn’t really know if we’d ever interact like this ever again so I used my time to just admire you.

Once you were done talking about it, I gave my share of reaction and I even found it nice to be able to connect some of the characters in the book she gave me to some of the novels I’ve read before. Funny enough, you knew about the book I was talking about and you geeked out even more. I swear, I really thought you couldn’t get any cuter than this.   The whole time we were talking, the twinkle in your eyes never left. The way you talked about books, about everything really just showed me how much you loved them. Your smile only convinced me even more on how much passion you have for reading. I wish this moment would never end. But it did. Your phone vibrated-- you got a text and told me you had to leave. “I hope you enjoy the book!” You say cheerfully, as you waved, walking towards the exit. “I will.” I mumble as I watched you leave. Once I was sure you were gone, I threw my fists in the air, my smile so wide that it could tear up the skin on my lips. I wasn’t conscious of it that time but the skin of my lips did tear and it bled, but it didn’t matter! I was so focused and so happy. My heart welled up with joy that I just had to shout. I got scolded by the librarian afterwards but it was worth it.

You’re worth it.

The novel you first nerded out to me about became my favorite, and up until now, it has a special place in my bookshelf. 

- Jimin

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[monggu-eomma]

Just the Beginning (Pokemon!AU)

Pairings: Slight Jimin x reader

Genre: Pokémon!AU, comfort, and fluff

Notes: I have been wanting to write a Pokémon!AU for the longest time, but I always felt too intimidated to do so because it is such a large universe. This scenario is miscellaneous story that is part of a much larger story that I have already planned out. Don’t worry, I still plan on continuing my Hogwarts!AU. This scenario is dedicated to @taengent and my little brother. The image is from the HYYH PT 2 photobook. 

Park Jimin was freaking out, hard core. He knew that being a Pokémon trainer would come with its challenges, but he didn’t expect to find himself running through the greenery of Route 1 to return to Pallet Town. It hadn’t even been a few hours since he chose his starter Pokémon and already Jimin was in a frantic rush to go back home and find someone to heal his injured Pokémon. Professor Oak had told him that if his Pokémon was to ever sustain any major injury, or worse faint, that he should take it to the nearest Pokémon Center to be healed. The only problem for Jimin was that the nearest Pokémon Center was in Viridian City, which was a five hour walk from where he was located. Five hours was too long for his Bulbasaur, which he carefully cradled against his chest as he ran through Route 1.

“Hold on. Hold on,” Jimin panted as he ran with all the force he could muster through the paved path. His heart hammered against his chest, begging for him to stop and to rest, but Jimin could not stop. Although his Bulbasaur had been stubborn and unwilling to listen from the get-go, Jimin didn’t want to give up on his Pokémon. He chose his Bulbasaur and he was going to stick with his decision. His Bulbasaur whimpered in pain and Jimin ran faster, the trees on that populated Route 1 blurring. It could not end like this.

Jimin choked back a sob when he started to see the homes that populated the outskirts of Pallet Town. Almost home. His legs began to feel less and less stable, but he continued to push forward. His Bulbasaur needed him.

“Almost there, Bulbasaur. We’re almost there,” Jimin chanted as Professor Oak’s lab came into view. He hoped and prayed that Professor Oak would be in lab. That old coot had a habit of being out in the field when people seemed to need him the most.

The automatic doors of the lab opened all too slowly for Jimin when he arrived. When he entered the main area of the lab, he found it devoid of any person. He noted that the lab was messy as usual with broken PokéDexes splayed onto several tables, opened and unused Pokéballs littering the floor, and computers running long lines of code.

“Hello? I need help! My Pokémon is really hurt,” Jimin called out. He quickly walked around the lab, careful not to step on anything. After searching through a few rooms, to find them devoid of help, Jimin re-entered the main area of the lab. Although no one was still here, Jimin looked down to see the strangest looking Pokémon ever. It wasn’t strange because of its appearance, but because Jimin had never seen a Pokémon like this before he had found its appearance strange. He remembered spending hours absorbing information from books that his mother had bought him about Pokémon in Kanto and this Pokémon was not from any of these books.

The Pokémon was rather small, a little over a foot in height, and stood on its four feet with its body mostly covered in two shades of light blue. The feature that stood out the most to Jimin was the Pokémon’s bright orange cheeks dominated by three spikes on each cheek. The Pokémon blinked at Jimin and tilted its head to the side.

“Mudkip,” the Pokémon chirped. “Mudkip.”

“Mudkip?” Jimin heard a female voice call out. An assistant of Professor Oak, that looked about a year younger or older than him, he could not tell, walked to the Pokémon, Mudkip, with a puzzled look on her face. “Do you need any help?”

“Yes,” Jimin breathed out. His exhaustion from running was finally hitting him and he wasn’t feeling good. His legs felt like they were going to give out, the last few drops of sweat from his forehead were dripping, and he still found it hard to breathe. “My Bulbasaur, he’s hurt and I don’t know what to do,” Jimin explained, choking back a sob. “I know the nearest Pokémon Center is in Viridian City, but I was afraid that if I went all the way there it would be too late for my Bulbasaur.”

The assistant nodded her head and Jimin hoped that she could help him. He didn’t know how long his Bulbasaur had and he didn’t want it to end like this.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“Jimin. Park Jimin,” Jimin replied.

“Follow me, Jimin. I’ll heal your Bulbasaur for you,” the assistant said.  

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Jimin said as he walked next to the intern.

“Come along, Mudkip,” the assistant said. The Mudkip happily followed the intern as she guided Jimin to an area of Professor Oak’s lab that Jimin had never seen. “Where is the PokéBall for your Bulbasaur?”

“Um, I,” Jimin stuttered. His Bulbasaur groaned in his arms and the assistant frowned.

“Here,” she said with open arms. “Let me hold your Bulbasaur so you can get its PokéBall.”

Jimin gently gave his Bulbasaur to the assistant and searched for the PokéBall in his backpack. “I didn’t put him in his PokéBall, because I didn’t know if it was safe to do that. I was worried it would make him worse,” Jimin stuttered as he pulled out his Bulbasaur’s PokéBall.

“It’s perfectly safe to put your Bulbasaur back in its PokéBall when it’s injured. Some Pokémon trainers put their Pokemon back in the PokeBall when its injured and other trainers prefer to hold on to their Pokémon. It’s just a matter of personal preference,” the assistant explained. Jimin breathed out a sigh of relief. “To heal Bulbasaur he’ll need to be in his PokéBall.” Without a moment of hesitation, which was a first for Jimin today, he returned Bulbasaur to its Pokéball. The assistant place the PokeBall into a machine that Jimin had never seen before and turned it on. “What happened to your Bulbasaur?” The assistant asked after turning on the machine.

Jimin sighed and hung his head low. “I was walking on Route 1 when I came across a Pidgey and I wanted to practice trying to catch my very first Pokémon, but after I let Bulbasaur out of its Pokéball, it wouldn’t listen to me and I got so distracted by my frustration that I didn’t notice until too late that the Pidgey was attacking Bulbasaur. I got in between Bulbasaur and the Pidgey and ran back here when I saw how injured Bulbasaur was.”

“It’s okay, Jimin. You did the right thing.”

“Huh?”

“You did the right thing to bring your Bulbasaur here,” the assistant said with a kind smile.

“Really?”

She nodded her head. “The first month of being a trainer can be pretty rough. Pokémon training is not something a person can master in just a few weeks and it certainly can’t be accomplished just by studying a lot.”

Jimin’s shoulders sagged and he began to wonder if he had really done the right thing.

“I don’t know what I’m even doing,” Jimin admitted, his voice small. “I thought I knew what I was doing. I’ve read books on Pokemon training, I’ve spoken to Pokémon trainers, but I just don’t know.” The assistant sympathetically smiled and gently patted Jimin on the shoulder.

“You’re not alone, Jimin. Although I wasn’t here for it, Professor Oak told me that today there were five people that got their first Pokémon. There are other rookie trainers out there in the world that feel the same way as you do. None us really know how it is until we go out there and try.”

“But no one else is here with their very first Pokémon on the brink of death,” Jimin lamented.

“That’s true,” the assistant said. “But what happened to you today will eventually happen to all of those rookie trainers. Everyone has to go through their first panic of figuring out what to do when their Pokémon is injured.”

The machine beeped, signally that it had finished the request that was made. Jimin moved close the machine, watching it carefully.

“Is Bulbasaur okay?” Jimin asked.

The assistant pulled the Pokéball out of the machine and handed it out to Jimin. “Let him out and you’ll see.”

Jimin released Bulbasaur from its Pokéball and to his complete and utter relief, he saw his Pokemon healthy and healed.

“He’s okay,” Jimin breathed out, with tears welling up in his eyes. He dabbed the tears in his eyes and looked away. “I’m sorry, I’m not normally like this.”

“Don’t worry, I understand.”

Bulbasaur looked around the lab, not quite understanding why it was here. Jimin watched as the assistant’s Mudkip walked to Bulbasaur and welcomed it back to the lab.

“I’ve never seen that Pokémon before,” Jimin stated.

“Mudkip is not from around here. He was a gift given to me by Professor Birch in Littleroot Town,” the assistant explained. Jimin’s eyes widened and it finally made sense as to why he had never seen this assistant before. Pallet Town was a small place with not many people, so it was hard to not know everyone.

“You’re from the Hoenn region,” Jimin realized. The assistant laughed and nodded her head.

“Yup. Originally I’m from Slateport City and after being a Pokémon trainer for about two, three years, I decided to try my hand at being an assistant for a professor in Pokémon research. Today is my first day here in Professor Oak’s lab as his research assistant,” she proudly proclaimed. Jimin was stunned. He had never met anyone from outside of Kanto.

“You’re a long way from home,” he said.

“That’s true, but I love to travel so I don’t mind being far away,” she explained.

Jimin smiled as he watched Mudkip and Bulbasaur interact. It seemed as though the two Pokémon were getting along quite well as Bulbasaur’s vines from its back playfully poked Mudkip’s cheeks.

“Thank you for helping me,” Jimin said as he looked at the research assistant. Since the moment he had come into the lab up until that point, Jimin hadn’t really looked at the assistant since he was preoccupied with the wellbeing of his Bulbasaur. He finally noticed that she was not much shorter than he was, with kind eyes, and her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a long white lab coat, with blue skinny jean and a simple t-shirt underneath her lab coat. Jimin was sure he looked like a mess. He could feel the sweat in the armpits of his red shirt seeping onto his black jacket. The ankles of his jeans were dirty from the dirt that he had run through to get back to Pallet Town. He wished he was as clean as the assistant.

“It’s no problem. I am happy to help,” she replied. Jimin scratched the back of his head, embarrassed that he had not yet asked for her name.

“This is pretty embarrassing, but I forgot to ask what your name was,” Jimin shyly said. The assistant laughed and waved her hand.

“No worries,” she replied. She shared with Jimin her name and he felt his heart tug.

“That’s a pretty name,” Jimin said, although after those words came out of his mouth he felt pretty lame.

“Oh, thank you,” she said with a smile. “What are you going to do next?”

“I don’t know,” Jimin sighed. “Viridian City is the closest city to here, so I should go there, but after today, I don’t really know what to do. I don’t even know if what I am doing is even the right way to go.”

“There is no one right and perfect way to be a Pokémon trainer. Everyone has their own path that they must follow. Of course there are not-so-good ways to be a Pokémon trainer, but you’ll learn those lessons pretty quickly,” the assistant said. “You’ll never know until you try.”

“So I just need to go out there and just try?” Jimin asked with uncertainty laced in his voice.

“That’s what every rookie trainer does. We go out there and we try. We learn from our successes and we learn from our mistakes to be the best Pokemon trainers that we can be,” the assistant answered. “Would it be alright for me to offer one last piece of advice, before you decide which way you will go?”

“Um yeah. That would be great, since I don’t really know what I’m doing,” Jimin said with some laughter.

“There are four other rookie trainers headed to Viridian City. You should find at least one of them and befriend them. I found that traveling around and training to be a great Pokémon trainer was a lot better and easier when I could share that experience with someone. Maybe one of those trainers could be your travel companion.”

“A travel companion?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah. Plus you’ll be able to learn from one another,” she said. Jimin nodded his head and pondered over her idea. It wasn’t something he had ever thought of doing and although she made it sound nice, Jimin wasn’t too sure if he wanted a travel companion.

“I’ll think about it,” Jimin politely said. The assistant didn’t seem hurt by Jimin’s vague answer and for the first time that day, Jimin felt a little bit of peace. “We’ll I’m not going to give up right now. We are going to Viridian City.” Jimin’s Bulbasaur tilted its head to the side as Jimin returned his Pokémon to its Pokéball. He turned back to the assistant and thanked her for all of her help and advice.

Jimin left Professor Oak’s lab, still uncertain about his future, and looked down to his watch. Viridian City was a two and a half hour walk, which still gave him enough time to get their before dark. He decided he would put aside his fear and continue on his path to become a good Pokémon trainer.

When he reached the sign that welcomed travelers to Route 1, Jimin turned back one last time to look at his hometown. He was going to miss home, but he knew that this was something that he was going to have to do. With a newfound resolve, Jimin once again entered onto the road of Route 1.

“Wait!” Jimin heard a person shout from behind. He turned around to see the research assistant running towards him. In a matter of seconds she was standing in front of him, terribly out of breath and holding a small piece of paper in her hand.

“I know you aren’t sure about having a travel companion,” she began to say in between breaths. “But I wanted to give you the lab’s phone number and my contact information in case you have any questions, or you need someone to talk to.”

She gave Jimin the piece of paper and he smiled.

“Thank you. I’ll let you know when I make it to Viridian City,” he said. The assistant smiled and patted Jimin on the head.

“Good luck, Jimin, and stay safe out there.”

Jimin assured her that he would be more careful than he had previously been and set out for his journey.

It would have been a lie for Jimin to say that the uncertainty of his journey didn’t make him nervous, but the kind and reassuring words of the assistant brought a new perspective into Jimin’s heart. This journey would not be easy, but it would not be impossible.

#bangtanbuds #btssunshinenet #bts scenario #bts scenarios #jimin scenario #jimin scenarios #bts fic #bts #jimin #jiminfic #pokemon au #jimin imagine #jimin imagines #jimin x reader #bts pokemon au #comfort

[akookminsupporter]

Jungkook's Jiminfication 😭

And just as Jimin does, he carried on as if nothing had happened.

#JK #JJK #JM #bts #bts in social media

[chateautae]

Sammy do u like chase atlantic? Idk why but jungkook def looking like how chase atlantic sounds😭✨🖤⛓

I'm in lOVE with chase atlantic and please,, i swear whenever i listen to specifically ohmami (the version without maggie lindemann) it alwayssss reminds me of jungkook AND THAT EDIT SOMEONE MADE OF DIFFERENT CHASE ATLANTIC SONGS WITH CERTAIN MEMBERS LIVES IN MY MIND RENT FREE

#jungkook for ohmami??? #deadass #taehyung as like a rockstar the most accurate thing ever he really is a rockstar #JIMINF FOR INTO IT??? #HAVE YOU EVER HEARD A BETTER COMBINATION?? #joon for slide... #that's where i died #HOBI FOR HEAVEN AND BACK IT'S FUN AND LAIDBACK LIKE HIM #however the hell put yoongi and swim together was a fiend i tell you #they don't want world peace #seokjin for love is (not) easy YESSS YOU TELL EM KING OF BALLADS #inbox #anon #sammy files

[1rmono]

could you please do 23 and nammin/minjoon?

“Babe, I’m sorry.”

“Suck my ass.”

Namjoon loves Jimin. No really, he does.

The thing about Jimin though, was that you had to know two important things about him. The first was that he was always fucking up.

Seriously.

You would think fucking up things came with Namjoon’s job description as designated human hurricane since elementary school when he kicked a soccer ball too hard and literally broke their jungle gym. Or that one time he was on the honor roll and high school and was helping out sort out the paper directory of the school population and tipped over the entire stack of two weeks of worth because he tripped over the desk. True story.

But Jimin, his fuck ups were of a different kind.

Like now, for example.

“I can’t believe you got our whole house painted baby pink,” Namjoon whispers, mouth still dropped open from well, the house being the exact shade of a piglet’s bottom.

“Surprise?” Jimin squeaks hopefully, but even he knows he’s really done it this time.

“Jimin, I gave you one job. I told you when we move in together, I’d find the apartment, I’d manage the taxes, I’ll even take out the trash.”

“Right,” Jimin gulps, bottom lip jutting out so that Namjoon knows his boyfriend is already upset but he’s too mad to care.

“All you had to do,” Namjoon continues in a shaky voice that really refuses to stay calm, “is to move our stuff in and decorate. A one time thing. Literally, the only fun thing.”

“Well, I did,” Jimin argues, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. “I thought you said on the phone that you wanted pink.”

“No,” Namjoon says with a fake pretense of patience, “I specifically told you, whatever you do, do not paint it some fancy, embarrassing lilac purple or baby pink!” Namjoon says in exasperation, leaning back against his old beat up SUV and staring up at their new house.

Their new house that looked like Disneyland threw up on it.

God, he could never ever ever bring any of his friends over, like, ever again.

Not when he was an underground rapper and his friend’s once laughed at him for a whole month because Jimin had forgotten to do the laundry and he had been forced to wear Jimin’s old Powerpuff Girls’ socks to the studio.

“Whoops,” Jimin says, popping the ‘p’ and looking at Namjoon to guage just what level of begging was going to make him forgive him.

“Damn right. You know we could barely afford painting it the first time,” Namjoon says, sighing, still staring with dismay at their new place with the wary eyes of a man that had seen too much of the world.

“Joonie,” Jimin says in a tone that Namjoon knows he reserves for the times he really messes up, like that time they were in the middle of Tokyo for their vacation for the first time in years and Jimin had forgotten to book any hotel reservations.

“No,” Namjoon replies, tone hard but resolve wavering when his eyes flick over to Jimin’s large pretty ones batting themselves at Namjoon.

“Babe, I’m sorry.”

“Suck my ass.”

Namjoon regrets saying this immediately because the second thing to know about Park Jimin was that he was always horny.

Always.

“Give me the time and the place baby, I’ll be there,” Jimin smirks and Namjoon shoves him gently, laughing.

“You’re fucking gross, you know that?” he says, rummaging for the keys in his back pocket and fishing them out.

“Hypocrite,” Jimin says, rolling his eyes but latching on to Namjoon’s arm and laughing. “Like you don’t love it.”

“Shut up,” Namjoon says, blushing and turning the lock of their new house. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Pink was an okay color. Sure, it wasn’t what he was picturing but -

“Jimin?” Namjoon almost screams, jaw dropping.

Literally everything. Was pink. Even the tablecloth. Namjoon felt his knees go weak.

“Ah, I forgot to tell you just one more tiny thing- ”

otp drabble challenge!

#networkbangtan #btswriters #minjoon #ugh i forgot how to tag it's been so long #anyways i hope u liked it? #minjoonfic #rapmonfic #jiminfic

[serendipityjxmn]

Mr. President

Bonus : Part I

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Your brows furrow. Your schedule is quite free today so you thought you’ll head out for lunch with Irene. While waiting for her lunchtime, you hung around Jimin’s office while he works. You had been reading about prenups for the past hour because you’ve never really had a knowledge on it. And this is all because you came across the article made by a reporter when you and Jimin had just married making remarks about prenups.

And Jimin never brings up the topic at all. It somehow made you wary to bring it up to him.

“What are you reading looking so serious?” Jimin’s voice made you jump. You quickly turned the iPad screen off before he could see what you’ve been searching for.

“Nothing.” You say quickly then gets up. You tiptoe and pecks him on the cheek. “I’m off for lunch. See you later!”

You skip off quickly before be could say anything, leaving him with puzzled expression.

It feels weird. And slightly suffocating during the ride with Jimin on your way back home. He feels distant. And you have no idea what you did wrong. Let alone how to fix this.

“Jimin.” You call out to him. He doesn’t look at you, his eyes glued on the iPad in front of him, the business news page filling the screen.

When he still doesn’t answer, you sigh as you reach for his hands. He only looks through the corner of his eyes. Your finger play with his wedding ring.

“Jimin..” you call him again. “I have something to talk to you about.”

He still doesn’t answer and you miss the way his jaw clenches.

“I want to ask about-”

“Prenup?” He cut you off.

You freeze. He pulls back his hand, not giving you a chance to hold him.

“H-how did you know?”

“If you want to talk about it, drop it. I don’t want to hear about it.” He says firmly.

“But it’s to protect you.”

He scoffs. “What can you protect me from? If you’re going to leave me, you might as well kill me and keep all the money to yourself.”

What? Where did that come from? “Leave you? Why would you think that?”

“Well what else am I supposed to think if you come to me and wants to talk about prenup, something that will only happen if we’re divorced?” You flinch when you hear his raised voice. You glance at the driver’s seat, now feeling slightly embarassed that Taeseok is listening to the argument.

“Why do you see it that way?”

“Well I don’t know, maybe because I don’t have any other way to see it?” His tone sarcastic.

You sigh. Why is he being so stubborn?

You’re about to open your mouth again but he glares at you and your lips are automatically sealed.

“Drop it.” He says. And every desire of you to fight him is lost.

You stare at him in defeat. Before this you don’t even know about prenup and he won’t even mention about it to you. You don’t even know why. It won’t harm the both of you so what’s the problem with signing off some papers? And it’s not like you didn’t sign some contract when you first met him.

God, he’s still the same stubborn man when you first met him.

“The boys are coming over for dinner.” He suddenly says.

Oh. “They are?”

He remains silent and you give up trying to gauge his mood. This is definitely not a good time to fight again about prenups.

As soon as you reach home, you quickly shower and put on a light makeup before heading to kitchen to prepare dinner. You’ve no idea what they like and there’re six more mouths to eat so everything in the kitchen it is.

“Hello sister in law!” Hoseok greets loudly as soon as you see them and all six of them come rushing into the house.

You greet each one of them and immediately invite them over for dinner together. They’re all just super loud, you think.

“And I met her parents early today.” Taehyung says, when the topic of his girlfriend came about.

That earned several oohhss from the boys. “Oohh Taehyung, are we gonna be dressing up for the big event soon?” Namjoon teases.

“Oh yeah, time to pick out some Louis Vuitton then.” Hoseok raises his double eyebrow twice as he grins.

Jin scoffs. “Even the Louis Vuitton can’t bring out the handsomeness, if you don’t have a face like me.”

Safe to say, he earns a plethora of curses from around the table and you just sit there, genuinely entertained.

“And it’s totally like Haikyuu! I’m telling you- I swear by it-” Jungkook who comes to sit beside you on the sofa says enthusiastically. Everyone was scattered at the lounge area after dinner. Taehyung and Jimin nowhere to be seen. Namjoon’s reading a book while Yoongi sits beside him, earphones in his ear as he doze off.

You raise an eyebrow at Jungkook.

“What? I watch anime, so what!” He laughs.

“Hey! No judgement here! I wasn’t judging you.” You roll your eyes at him and he snickers at you. It feels very comfortable around Jungkook. He has a very warm and bright personality and makes too many jokes your stomach almost hurt from laughing. The two of you had been talking since after dinner and the topics were endless from art to work to mafia to anime.

It kind of feels nice to have someone of same age to talk to.

“What’s wrong with Jimin hyung today?” He asks.

You swallow and looks around. Jimin isn’t around. You briefly contemplate whether you should talk about this with Jungkook.

Collecting yourself, you finally confess to him. “I.. mentioned about prenups to him.”

“Let me guess, he won’t do it?”

You nod slowly.

Jungkook just hums and nods, as if he’s trying to assess the situation.

You sigh. “I just don’t get it. It’s to protect him. And suddenly he says I’m thinking of leaving him. I mean-”

Suddenly, Jungkook bursts out laughing.

You stare at him. “You’re laughing?”

He bites his lip, trying to suppress his laughter. “I understand you. But I also understand him.”

“You understand him? How??”

He smiles gently at you. “You have to understand that in our world, there’s nothing free. When people does something, it’s almost always because they want something back. And the more you experience that, it kind of screw with the way you see yourself. To be more precise, your self worth. Because we’re surrounded by people who only wants something from us. So we tend to think the worse of ourself. Strip ourself from all that we are now - fame, money, power and who’ll be left?”

So that’s where his thoughts of you leaving him are coming from.. You gulp. Never really expecting this all too mature pep talk from Jungkook who now seems like a hundred years older than you.

“Hyung.. grows up with barely any woman around him. The one that he meets.. you know. Not really a good example.”

Uhhuh. Clara Kim comes flashing in your brain.

“And then there’s you, completely innocent, kind and just sincerely in love with him. I think he just doesn’t know how to deal with that. He’s changed a lot since he met you.”

Does he? He kinda does actually, but there’s always gonna be some part that remains with him - his aloofness, stubbornness and all sorts of level headed.

“Talk to him. I’m not saying that you should force the idea to him. But you should try to understand him too. Try to find that middle ground. I’m sure he’ll listen to you. He really loves you, you know.”

You raise one eyebrow at him.

“What?” He smiles sheepishly.

“I mean, I didn’t know you have an old grandpa living inside your body.” You laugh.

“Shut it.” Jungkook says and jokingly put you into a headlock.

But your whole body freezes.

It’s not because you don’t like Jungkook, but you’ve always been jumpy about ‘extra’ skinships with guys perhaps due to your traumatical experiences since childhood. And so far now, only Jimin was able to break that wall that his touch is now a calming mechanism for you.

You know Jungkook meant well but your reaction is instant and can’t be helped.

Through the corner of your eye, you see Hoseok freezing at the both of you too. And then like a magnet, your eyes find Jimin and he’s staring at the both of you. You literally have no idea when he came in. It only takes a split second for Jungkook to retreat his hands.

Suddenly Namjoon stands. “It’s late. I think we all should leave now.” He says, like he’s been watching everything happening silently.

Hoseok quickly jumps up. “Yeah, I’m starting to get sleepy too. We’ll drop by again another time!”

And everyone is suddenly on their feet including you.

“Sorry.” Jungkook whispers on the way out.

You just nod and smile at him. It’s not even his fault.

Jimin already heads upstairs when you turn around. You sigh. Picking up his coat on the sofa, you head upstairs too. When you enter the room, you hear the sound of water running in the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, you make a decision. Stripping yourself naked, you reach for the bathrobe and cover yourself before entering the bathroom cautiously.

Jimin is in the tub, head tilted and eyes closed. Sensing your presence, he opens his eyes.

“Can I join?” You ask. His eyes continue to stare at you without a word. You don’t wait for his answer. Instead, you slowly shrug the bathrobe off, letting it fall down to your feet.

Jimin may be silent, but you know better when he inhales deeply, his eyes watching you like a hawk.

Slowly, you enter the tub, sitting across him.

“If you’re here to talk about prenups again, can it.”

“I’m not.”

He raises one eyebrow. “You’re not?”

“If you don’t want to do it, it’s fine.” You let the water run all over your arm.

He hums. “Well that’s.. unexpected.”

You smile. “I talked to Jungkook about it.”

“Huh. Guess he won’t lose his hand then.”

You stare at him. “You’re... joking right?”

He narrows his eyes. “He should know his boundaries.”

You can’t believe it. “You know he meant well right?”

He only grunts in response and you take it as the message had been delivered.

When he doesn’t answer, you sigh. “Jimin.. you know, before I met you, I never thought about my future. Because I never thought I would live past twenty, let alone have a future. And I lived like I was in a dark corner, I don’t have anyone around me. I never thought I could love someone, or be loved so much.” He looks at you and you hold his gaze steady.

“You helped me break through a lot of walls and I thank you so much for that. But you have to trust me. I am a person of my own and you have to let me make decisions for myself. A relationship is built out of love, but commitments are trust.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment until he cards his fingers through his hair. “Fine. I’m.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to not listen to you.”

You push yourself up and then slowly, you sit yourself on Jimin’s lap, your face inches above him. “It’s okay.. we’re both still learning, right?” You smile.

He looks at you softly and then closes the distance to plant a kiss on your lips.

“Do you really think that I’m telling you about prenups because I want to leave you eventually?”

He sighs then shakes his head. “No.. I’m- I’m sorry.. it’s just.. I didn’t know what else to think. I’m sorry, I know you meant well. I lack a lot.. and sometimes it just feels surreal to have you in my life. You’re still with me when nothing else stays.. and I really can’t live without you now.. and the mere thought of it just-”

You take his lips then, your hands going around his neck. “Sshh. No prenups. Okay?” You peck the corner of his mouth.

He looks at you then. “I thought you already agreed to it?”

“I know. But now I’m happier with my decision.”

He chuckles. Then his face inches closer to you. Eyes dropping to your lips, your heart beat picks up quickly. And when his tongue slowly swipes your lips, a moan involuntarily escapes your mouth, because you could feel his erection right underneath you.

“You know..” he starts as his tongue nips at your neck, “we’ve never done it in a bath tub..”

“Jimin- no we’re not doing it in a bathtub.” You say, getting alarmed, eyes wide open.

He smirks and doesn’t say anything. But then when his sinful tongue swirls over your breast, you’re at his mercy.

And the rest is history.

A/N: Wow I just realized I’m not around so much when I don’t post chapters. And I left dusts on the asks you guys sent me 🥲 I’m really sorry about that but life had really caught me so much for a whole month, I barely have time for myself. I know it sounds like a typical author excuse haha but well, behind every writer there’s still a fragile human like me 🤣 my mom fell sick and she was bed ridden for a whole three weeks plus and only recently seems a lot better so I finally have little me time. I’m not asking for sympathy or anything like that, I’m just putting it out here so that when I come back here sometime in the future I would remember the backstory behind the lack of my updates haha.

So sorry for the overdue chapter. I’ve written it quite sometime ago but yeah, I really don’t have the time to turn my laptop on and post it. But here it is! A bit of a boring chapter maybe haha but just to give you guys an insight of marriage, like actual marriage with your protective obsessive mafia husband ;) till next bonus (maybe) then! 💜

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