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thegnasticious · 5 years

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Going Postal

History is something I have always had trouble understanding. Not just connecting the events with the dates, people, and circumstances. What I can’t understand is how if history truly exists than how is the infallible nature of dysfunction and destruction a constant interjection?

When I was younger all I wanted to be was a demolisher. I imagined myself sitting at the cab of the wrecking ball, knocking down anything I could be paid for. The sound of the swing of the wrecking ball as it cascaded bricks down street side like rain.

Not too much longer in life, where those same bricks would have fallen, stands a much older version of me, still contemplating my function in life. In my hands I twirl the business card of my Uncle’s advertising agency, “WKRP”. At this point, i was heading down Wells st., contemplating an offer from them. They needed a part-time intern who if chosen for the job, could make it to a full-time status. The catch 22 was that I was not to tell anyone I had no experience whatsoever.

All of this seemed simple and after the first meeting with the Agency’s representatives, I felt the weight of responsibility beginning to lift. Sitting in the confine’s of a nice Greek restaurant nearby, I discussed my potential with them. It was 2 reps who met with me and also the finest looking women they had at the agency, I assume to coerce my opinion. The thing that was odd about the interview was that it was highly personal, they asked more questions about me and less questions about what I do professionally. I didn’t know to be surprised or dissuaded by this, but I answered the questions diligently.

At one point in the interview, I decided to ask, that for the position I was interning for, was I replacing someone? Despite it being a relatively simple question, their response was puzzling. The woman conducting the questions seemed to freeze on this, smiled and said “if there was, why would we need you?”, and that was the last of that. I brought up my discrepancy in experience and they seemed to ignore the inquiry altogether as if I said nothing at all. It was this point they started asking about my drug history. I responded by asking what relevance does it have and the older lady started explaining that she took these ‘special’ pills to control her ‘drug’ urges throughout the day at the agency. She also hinted that the best way in, was to take one of these. At the end of the interview she slipped me a bright Red pill in a napkin and said, “if you want to see us again, you know what to do”.

I went home that night to my little apartment. All I had was television and no roommates. It was all I needed really. As I sat on my couch, I twirled the pill around in my hand, wondering what kind of magic it might hold. I also couldn’t help thinking of it possibly being a backdoor into my mind, laced with Chinese brainwashing chemicals. For all I know, they never got rid of their last tech, and now they were wiring me to feed into his server database somewhere. Hell, I might be working more for that guy than the business then. The more I thought of the possibilities, I realized that even if the doubts were true, I had little choice but to take this pill. It was my test and I was going to pass it no matter what. I went to the sink and filled a glass of water, immediately taking the pill. It went down easy, I sank back into my couch moments later. Ten or so minutes in and nothing was happening. As I watched a newscast, I started noticing peculiar updates in the ticker headline below. The first read, “Man shoots police officer in old town, turns self in with gun”. The second read, “Monster in post office basement, trying to talk to people through fictional mail from nonexistent people”. I shook my head and the ticker returned to normal; War in Iraq, New videos from Al Qaeda. I started to doze off and as I did, I dropped the remote control, switching the channel. A loud noise came from the television, just as I felt that falling feeling into the chasm of sleep. I focused on the image being displayed, on the screen was a slow motion reverse of a horrible car accident. The focus was on a Woman’s face as it impacted the windshield. Little details refigured themselves as she drifted back from the glass, You could see she was quite beautiful before the start of the video. It was quite graphic for an advertisement and I found myself waiting for an Insurance company’s slogan or spokesperson. None was found, instead at the point she was safe back in her seat, it went to another person’s accident. This time a tire flew through the windshield and into the body of a 300 or so pound man, starting in a plume of a crimson gash from where it impacted. This video looked oddly real as well and extremely well shot.

After about 5 of these, I started feeling really nauseous. I went to the bathroom and puked up this odd neon yellow puke, it must of been the pill I thought. When I returned to my living room, A man sat in the chair across the sofa, wearing a rounded type top-hat and a thick mustache. As I sat down, he seemed to pay no attention to me, repeatedly checking an old watch fixed to his coat. There was a coldness all around him, and an odd familiarity. He pulled out a book and began to read aloud,

“I watched you, I followed you. In health and in death. You like me, have led multiple lives and have been accused of the devil. I like you, have been alone and in the corner of a beast. In cell, or self we can find the means of freedom or unless solitude”.

He then vanished in to thin air, and the book appeared in my hands before me as if I just read that passage. I immediately shut the book, turned off the TV,

and made the room blacker than night so I couldn’t even see my hand in front of me.

The next morning, that odd cold still lingered as the sun rose. Even though I rested most of the night, I felt as if I got no sleep. Something would tug the blanket off of me, or a random noise would alert me awake. I never saw the full body of the Tophat man again, but I felt him in the room and I could still hear his voice. It was odd because when he spoke, it sounded as if a bigger and meaner man was hiding behind his shoulder doubling his voice, but none was to be found. He also seemed out of place with time, not just by his watch piece, but his demeanor, something about him was lost, I could also tell he was a ghost and unfortunately not a hallucination.

The reason I knew this, was because I had seem him before under much different circumstances. Before I moved from my hometown, I used to work many jobs, making money anywhere I could find it. As I got on a roll and made nearly enough money to get out of town, I noticed this strange man following me to and from jobs. He wouldn’t wear the Tophat as I had seen that night, or the old suit. He would have standard people’s clothes, but that same face and mustache. He never addressed me, but I got a vibe that he was watching me and as he got better and better at somehow finding me, I would find myself quitting the jobs to avoid his glare. I somehow knew his intent, even then was not in my favor.

Now that I recognized the man as he was, a relic seemingly, I began to wonder if he might of had something to do with my connection in the agency. I had been documenting this particular visage for years before and that it was coincidence that he was here now, did not seem likely.

That was when the phone rang, on the other side of the line was my Uncle’s voice,

“We need to meet immediately. There is something I would like to talk to you about”, he said.

It was a short L ride to the office. The entrance had a short security checkpoint, and I was able to get in. A lady at a check-in desk asked me who I was. Upon telling her, she instructed me with a maze-like list of turns and stairs that concluded in, “then you will be at the head executive office of your Uncle”.

The building was very fancy looking, metal everything, with thick stone and crystal countertops about. There was a plastic smell to the place. People rushed to an there, with files and ideas. You could feel the synergy happening within. I navigated through the chaos and up 3-4 sets of stairs, where I finally found a calmer hallway, with only the names on the outside of doors. At the head of this hallway was my Uncle’s office.

I knocked on his door.

A voice sounded from inside,

“Come in”, it said.

I entered through the big wooden door, to a very ornate and well set office. In one corner was a sand trap with a comb, it was perfectly groomed. The main light was a looming orb on the ceiling, looking more like something from a space craft than an office. Underneath it sat my Uncle in a Black suit, as I entered he tightened his collar and readjusted his files on his desk, paying particular attention to my shoes, which that day were nothing remarkable.

“Sit down, stay a while”, he said pointing at the chair across.

I took a seat and waited for instructions.

“You might be wondering why we, I called you here today. I’ve been watching you for a while, and I know you have a particular set of talents most people would kill for. ‘We’ being an agency, wants to make it easier for ‘you’ to find the eye for your talents. This doesn’t happen overnight though and we need you to do the things we don’t want to, getting coffee, cleaning up for clientele, etcetera, etcetera. If you earn our respect, me might get a full time position for you, how does that sound?”, he said.

“That sounds great, sir.”, I said.

That night I could hardly sleep in anticipation of my job the next day. It was the first job I was excited for, not just for the payoff either. I found myself sleepless and anytime I dozed off some strange interruptions awoke me. I maybe slept for an hour and found myself half dozed off on the L to the office. It was odd, as soon as I left the apartment, the tiredness hit me like a ton of bricks. I almost slept through my stop, but something shook me awake on the train right as we neared the station.

My first day was simple, they understood because of my history of insomnia, that it was an early start and they weren’t going to make that anymore complicated than it already was. I ran coffees, messages between leads of the company, and even helping with minor creative ideas here and there. Most of the people adored me, I couldn’t tell if it was legitimate or because they just wanted to appease my Uncle, who seemed to be both the leader and the shadow of the company, leading and looming over it’s every operation like a dark cloud.

The second and third days were still followed by sleepless nights. I began to wonder if I should try to contact the spirit that woke me up that night, if it was awakening me to try to talk again. Something about the haze of that pill seemed to break the barrier now impeding on the supposed visage. I didn’t understand how a pill could be producing hallucinations rather than inventing them so to speak.

No full bodied apparition appeared again and I kept an eye out at the office for strange visitors in case he followed me around the job again. Many just took my odd behaviors because of it as paranoia of agency work; looking for spies from other companies and what not. The explanations to the various investigations seemed to still be fleeting.

I continued doing my tasks around the office, attempting to keep my mind off the Tophat man as much as possible in hopes that his presence might reduce. As I worked on broken printers, defunct computers and saw them work with the touch of my hand, I also started to wonder just how do things naturally break without direct negligence of function? Then my mind started to wander back to the Topcoat’s man old watch. It worked well, not because it was made that entirely, but because he made it work well I imagined. The more I thought about it, the more I thought what was he truly making sure of? A visage caught out of place with his time is only as much as that, whatever he was now, he was surely a ghost. What would a clock matter?

With these thoughts, usually more problems presented themselves. Coincidental technical malfunctions that when sourced were problems no more than where things were placed, like the building had numerous dead zones. The more I tried to come up with theoretical explanations, the more I found myself going further down the rabbit hole; looking further at a consistent malfunction. It felt paradoxical some days; the solutions were bluntly simple. To me I could see the unpent energy leaking into their technology; their denial. Even my Uncle adorned a cross on his neck, under his tie, but it didn’t explain one thing we both saw. Kept hidden from me was a set of files on a server he had set up from the get-go, only accessible by him. In these files was numerous security reports of a Mustached maintenance man coming in and making inquiries on the buildings layout and businesses, but never doing subsequent work. He never let me know about this, in fact, he kept me completely unaware.

One of the things that bothered me the most was that strange Car accident commercial thing I kept seeing that night. I had this fear when I was younger of this thing called ‘Crash Test Dummies’. It was a cartoon that was literally about talking crash test dummies. There was short runs of action figures and promotions for it but most of it mysteriously dissolved with the company’s departure over lawsuits. It was peculiar though because the appeal wasn't particularly safety, in a way it was trying to make being a crash test dummy look cool, which in reality, dying in a car accident for scientific experiment is really not cool and painful for a mortal. Maybe I take things too literally, but that imagery reminded me of the underlying images that fueled my child-like fear of ‘Crash Test Dummies’.

Most of my nights were still sleepless, I couldn’t stop the numerous happenings. Lights would turn themselves on and of, I would find myself waking in up in strange places with no recollection of how or when I got there about the apartment. The wake up time for work was always early and I was always sleepless; I was burning the candle at both ends. Co-workers and even my Uncle started to notice so he cut back on my tasks, letting me leave early to get rest. I began to worry that my interest in the company was diminishing, and worse yet, when I was organizing a server structure the other day, based off an old folder set, I found evidence of an intern there before and possibly still doing work. Were they planning on replacing me? Why would they ever of hired me at all if he was still an active employee?

To make matters worse, winter was coming. In the city this meant soggy socks, shit seats, standing all the time and financial crunches like one could never imagine. My Uncle never was one for the winter and in the midst of this one he planned a trip to the beaches Florida. This left me in a higher position as most would be coming to me with their inquiries and many of the solutions I would have to formulate myself or at least I thought. When I arrived for the first day without him at the office, I was greeted by the Older woman whom I met in the interview. She was cleaning and organizing the main lobby and proceeded to tell me that she would be organizing my activities that day. With the days tasks, she left and other pill and a cryptic note, reading “take it or leave it”.

Amongst these tasks and the arguably most important one was delivering the companies checks to be mailed out. Under special instructions from Etta, as she called herself outside of work, I was to mail these checks at a particular post office in the southernmost section of town. Doing most of my work on bike those days, I found this particular ride to be dangerous. The route was fraught with hot corners and red light districts, it wasn’t atypical to find gangsters patrolling those blocks as well. My bike was a fairly nice one and as I veered past groups of passerby’s I could see people eyeing it’s value and my awareness. The checks were rolled up in a sealed cardboard tube I had bundled in my messenger bag. I couldn’t help but think that myself, bike and checks was possibly totaling to a value over the apartment I returned to later. I disregarded my fears and focused on the path ahead. Potholes and open doors were my main obstacles those days, not to mention unaware city drivers. I would listen to the local radio to tune out the chaos around, sometimes it worked, sometimes it made it worse, depended on the broadcaster that day. I recall that day that “Signed, sealed, delivered”, was playing as I neared that old post office. Something about the post office made me worried upon approach. It wasn’t the building itself, but a feeling I got from the area. I couldn't quite describe it but it felt a bit like reality went sideways there. Before this, things had been going quite well besides the visits from the Tophat man. I kept my supernatural concerns far from professional, besides the occasional personal suspicion of some strange coincidences. In the back of my mind, it was driving me quite nuts though, the possibility that this man was following me around, worried me. What was he looking for? Was he looking to expose faults in my pursuits? As I entered the Post office lobby, I overheard a distraught customer,

“Why won’t you let me in the basement?”, he said

“Sir, that’s for employees only, we keep extra mail in the main corridor”, the attendant responded.

The man balled his fist and slammed it on the post office table.

“I just want to get down there”, he yelled.

“Not without this”, the attendant said and flashed a key.

The man grimaced and turned around muttering something to himself.

I tried not to make eye contact.

As I approached the attendant she said,

“7th time today with that man and he’s not the only one. Crazies thinking they are talking to some sort of monster that lives downstairs”.

She proceeded to shake her head and continued,

“People these days, lord have mercy”.

“Just what exactly do they think is down there?”, I inquired.

“Some kind of beast, something to do with the Devil I hear. I don’t know if I believe much in it. I’ll tell you what though, some days when it’s awfully dark in here, you start to see the shadows dance on the walls, like there is some sort of gathering and the reason I take everyone’s shifts is because I’m getting Cataracts so I couldn’t know if it was shadows or my old eyes playing tricks on me. The others can’t stand it though, the one thing that gets to me. Is sometimes when I’m all alone, this old type of music starts echoing from the basement vents, as it’s all one system. Just this old melody I’ve never heard before, but for some reason I have, and it haunts me. If you don’t mind, I’d like to stop talking about this”, she answered.

I handed her the tube and explained it was extremely important and had to be shipped as soon as possible. She proceeded to take the key she had pointed out earlier and brought the mail down to the basement, though there was a stack of to-be sent letters right next to her desk.

She seemed to be gone for an abnormally long amount of time. I turned around to see a Tophat and overcoat, hung up on a rack at the southern end of the room. I could swear it wasn’t there when I entered. I turned back to her desk, and tried to shake it off. She still hadn’t returned and I couldn't even hear steps from the basement. I turned around and briefly the overcoat hung as if a man running toward the exit filled it’s inside, then it dropped as if it was stagnant again. I left out the doors as fast as I could, not asking for a receipt.

This in many ways was the coup that killed my internship. Those checks were the company’s Christmas checks and basically everyone was gossiping that I possibly stole there Christmas income when a ripped up cardboard tube was sent back to the office. Something or someone had taken and routed the money out of country and due to the culprit being what was a monster in the post office basement, nobody believed I didn’t have a part in taking both their hard earned money and bonus for the holidays. Without the CEO in office, much of the issue was compounding and caused a brief shutdown. In this time my Uncle was said to have started talks about taking me out of office for good, based on my current mental state. I began to wonder if the pills were helping me see this apparent evil, or had he deceived me into believing lies.

Upon return I was fit to train a group of interns and for some reason, when we had drinks afterwards, I let them know I was a fraud with basically no experience besides family relation. They could hardly believe me, that I would be trusted with such responsibility. It just slipped, after a man I saw with a rounded Tophat snuck in and out of the same bar, near undetected amongst the crowd. I could of been working on whim, but I felt this man was not a coincidence anymore.

It wasn’t long before I was called into a sit down lunch with my Uncle where he explained my work with them would be coming to an abrupt close. He likened me to a criminal on a spree, explaining that he felt most of my talent and creativity was stolen from better represented sources. It was a blow to my personal ethics I still have yet to recover from today, coming from a man I respected enough to assist. I also had to wonder knowing what he knew about the man following me, did he know this Tophat man as well? Something about their behaviors mirrored each other but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe it was the executive responsibilities of a major company mirrored aspects of the Devil, the greed, the amount of money being deposited on ideas whilst people died for far less outside the walls surrounding.

I was let off with a slim amount of money to continue on and I wasn’t surprised to find in the next month, right as I spent my last dollar from the company, to find some grim news about my Uncle.

The news reached me as I was purchasing a newspaper, it was right on the headlines. “Local CEO dead in head on collision”, and underneath it read an article all about a man they called the Devil of the city. Supposedly the first Serial Killer to be recorded, he confessed to much of his misdoing before his execution on an Edison cylinder. He was also dubbed the Christmas Killer, and the Tophat man, he had a very widely remarked Mustache as well. The resemblance between him and the man who had been following me was uncanny, stories of how he threw away letters trying to be sent from children he murdered. The coldness of the man was signature as well, he was a perfect representation of what came to pass at the turn of the century and maybe why progression was such threat to him, was because he knew deep down he was a threat to progression.

To this day I can’t look at a malfunctioning clock, or a misinterpreting computer and not think,

is that you Holmes?

#DevilInTheWhiteCity #Holmes #HHHolmes #ChicagoLore

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jjkfire · 7 years

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Wrapped Around; pt. 3

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 12264 words

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: Man feels good to finally post this. Thanks for being patient ya dumplings (: ICYMI, there was a part 2.5 so check out part 2.5 before reading this!!!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3.5

Previously…

You were meant to be someone he’d use to get good grades and if all went according to plan, you were going to be a simple hump and dump but hell, he hadn’t even slept with you yet and he was already so hung up on you.

Your mind is all over the place, your hands shaking and your heart pounding but you try to push through. You pick up the next practice exam, exhaling deeply to get yourself to calm down but it doesn’t work. Glancing at the amount of work you had left to get done, you simply groan internally. You’re not sure what kind of luck it was to have 3 midterms in one week, each one a day after the other. Sighing, you set aside the papers for a while to unwrap the sandwich that was sat on your table.

You’ve put off sleep for a while now, not like you could really sleep to begin with but you get a maximum of 2-3 hours of sleep a day and it really was taking a toll on your body. Your anxiety interfered with everything from your ability to sleep to your ability to study. You distanced yourself from everyone you knew and that included Jimin, Solji and Hoseok. The library was basically your home now and you only returned to your dorm to shower and grab the books you needed. You chose to go back at odd times, making sure you would never bump into Jimin. The only person you saw from time to time was Taehyung when he’d drop by your desk to hand you a sandwich or a snack. You know every time he comes around, he had that look in his eyes. It was those puppy eyes, full with concern but he never asked you anything and you were glad.

He knew all of this well enough, having seen you done the same thing the previous semester as finals week approached. This time around though, he was slightly more concerned only because you still had 2 and a half weeks till finals but right now you already looked… for the lack of a better word, horrible. You often forget to eat meals when you’re stressed so he takes it upon himself to drop something off when he could. His heart hurt watching you abuse yourself but no matter what he did, he could never get you to stop and tell yourself that maybe you needed to take a breather or seek out help.

He remembers perfectly well the way you had snapped at him last semester when he pulled you out of the library to get you to wake up and see that your body wouldn’t be able to hold up if you continued.

“You won’t understand, you’ll never understand how much my parents are expecting of me,” You shout, tears almost falling out of your eyes as you pointed to yourself. “I have to do this, I have to do well so, stop with this fucking bullshit!” You screamed as you pulled your wrist from him and headed back into the library.

After that, he understood that you wanted him to pretend like he didn’t see it all, like he didn’t see that you were slowly breaking down.

He was the only one you allowed to see you like this. You didn’t want to seem weak, you didn’t want people to see you struggling and you trusted him enough to keep this all to himself and luckily enough, he has. Maybe that’s why you still had lingering feelings for him because he was the only one who has seen you for who you truly were, the only one who has seen you at quite literally your worst. You liked him because after that day you had screamed at him, he had every right to walk away and yet he didn’t.

The thank yous and sorrys you whisper to him over a hushed apologetic meal you had bought for him could never make up for the way you had lashed out at him for caring but you didn’t really know how to put into words how grateful you are for him. So, instead of telling him how you truly felt you decided to disappear during the summer break, letting the friendship wither so that he wouldn’t feel obligated next semester to take care of you and yet here he was. Your attempt to drive him away, to eradicate any form of feelings or attachment you felt for him had failed miserably and here you sat with the sandwich he had bought for you in your hand while your heart felt heavy. You didn’t deserve him, you could never be with someone as kind as him, you sighed. He deserved someone who had a smile that matched his, he deserved someone who had the same heart, that unbelievable kindness and joy that radiated from within him and you were quite simply not that person but your heart didn’t seem to understand that.

Dragging your feet down the carpeted hallways of your dorm, you let out a loud sigh as you think of the last long night you would spend in the library this week. The last midterm you had for the week was tomorrow and you were so close to just giving up but you push that thought away and instead think about how you were finally going to have some time to unwind tomorrow. You frown as you hear those walking by you talk about their party plans for this wonderful Thursday night and their subsequent ones for the night after. No, no! You had promised yourself you wouldn’t be partying until the end of the semester. You couldn’t afford another night like the one you had two weeks ago.

“Nerd?”

You purse your lips. You knew you shouldn’t have come back to the dorm at this time, you knew you shouldn’t have but you needed to grab a book from your room. You look up at him and you know that look in his eyes, it’s the same one Taehyung gives you and you cringe at the sight.

“Jimin,” You smile and he tries his hardest to keep his smile on his face despite how worried he is as he takes in the way you look so… tired.

“It’s been a while huh?” He laughs. “Library?” He asks, gesturing to your bag and you nod.

He waits for you to say something, anything, throw a light jest at him but you stay silent, so uncharacteristically silent. In these 2 weeks alone, you’ve truly become so different. Sad, was the only word he could think of when he looked at you.

“Nerd, have you had dinner? We can go to the dining hall—“

“I-I can’t, I’m sorry,” You say as you shift your feet awkwardly. “I have to study, I have an exam tomorrow night.”

“Ah, all the best!” He smiles. “You’ll do great,” He says as he ruffles your hair.

“Thank you,” You whisper before you take your leave.

He watches as you walk away and he feels his heart break a little at the sight of you. It was the first time he had spoken to you in two weeks and that should’ve made him happy but he only felt sadness envelop him. You were on a downward spiral and he didn’t know what to do. He was watching you quite literally dwindle before his very eyes.

Bright and early at 5 am, Jimin wakes up to the sound of his alarm. He shuts it off immediately and goes through his social media like he always does, as if it was the morning papers. A little notification pops up on his screen and he sits up immediately, eyes wide as he reads it.

It’s Y/N’s birthday today! Send them good thoughts!

He clicks on your profile to see that a few of your friends have already wished you and his heart drops when he thinks that you’ll be spending most of your birthday stressing out over an exam. Knowing you, you would’ve had nothing planned and you would let the day pass quietly but Jimin wouldn’t let that happen, especially not with how down you’ve been feeling lately.

After dinner, Jimin makes his way to the local grocer and looks at the cakes on display carefully. You have a thing for desserts and he knew that. He’s caught you standing in front of the dessert bar in the dining hall telling yourself that you didn’t need another slice of chocolate cake. You would repeatedly reach out for it and then retract your hand immediately while shaking your head. So damn adorable, Jimin would think as he watched from afar, trying to hold back his laughter.

His feet bring him to the florist and he stops in front of it, wondering if he should get you something, if you were a roses kind of girl or maybe you liked lilies better… but he quickly walks away before he makes a decision he regrets. You were simply a quiz partner, a quiz partner in need of some cheering up. Quiz partners do not get each other flowers. In fact, he didn’t want to do all of this, he was only doing all of this because he owed it to you for helping him with all those quizzes. He doesn’t like you, of course he doesn’t. You were just his quiz partner, that’s all you were. It would be absurd for anyone to think that you were anything more than that to him. Yes, Jimin nods to himself, glad with his justification even though he could feel this unfamiliar feeling creeping up his chest when he thought about you. He simply chalks up the sensation to heartburn. Man, he really should start eating at regular times.

Jimin stands confidently in front of your room, cake in hand and his gift for you in the other. For a few minutes, he just shifts his weight from one foot to another but then he feels uncertainty creep up on him. What if you thought this was weird? As more time passes, he feels increasingly unsure of what exactly he was trying to do. This is stupid, he tells himself. After having some time to think, he sets the cake and the gift down, choosing to leave it in front of your door and to walk away.

He stands up and turns around to find you trudging down the hallway, earphones in and completely occupied with your phone. He stands there, frozen with surprise for a while before he quickly picks the cake and his gift back up. You were halfway to the door now and he could feel his heart starting to pick up its pace. He didn’t understand why he was feeling this way, why the sight of you made him so nervous. It’s just a cake and a gift, he chanted in his head over and over again. You are just a quiz partner, he repeated to himself mentally.

The exam had drained you completely and you were exhausted but you were glad it was all over for now. On your walk back to your dorm, you tried your best not to think about the answers you had written down and tried to think about what you wanted to do now that you had time to think about something that wasn’t academically related.

Scrolling down a list of feel good movies on your phone’s browser, you mentally note down a few that piqued your interest. What an interesting birthday, you thought. Definitely not how you usually celebrated them but you didn’t really mind, especially not after the week you had. As you approached your door, you pulled out your earphones and placed it in your pocket along with your phone.

“H-happy birthday,” You hear someone say softly and you jerk your head upwards, completely surprised to see a very shy Jimin standing in front of you.

“Jimin…”

He extends his hand, handing you the cake and you stare at it in amazement then back at him to see him looking down at the floor, avoiding eye contact.

“Wow, I… Thank you,” You smile as you give him a side hug. “Chocolate cake is my favourite,” You laugh as you pull away. He knows.

You open your door, waiting for him to follow you but Jimin is still just standing there and you’re starting to think there’s something wrong because he hasn’t said anything since he wished you happy birthday.

“Doucheface, you coming in?”

“Right, yeah, sorry,” He laughs as he steps in.

You set the cake down on your table and take out the paper plates along with a knife to cut the cake into smaller pieces. Just as you remove the plastic covering, Jimin grabs your shoulder.

“Wait!” He exclaims as he fishes around his pocket for something. He takes out a single candle and places it in the middle of the cake, using a lighter to set it on fire. “Make a wish,” He smiles.

Shutting your eyes, you make a short wish and blow out the single candle.

“You wished for a night with me, didn’t you?” He smirks.

Ah there he is, the Jimin that you know.

You roll your eyes at him and he smiles because he’s missed seeing that.

“Why would I wish for something I know I can get without trying?” You ask, eyes twinkling with mischief.

He laughs, a melodious sound you realized that you haven’t heard in a while now.

“Wow, confident are we?”

“Very,” You smile.

Jimin spots a small present on your table, your name written in messy handwriting. One that he recognizes as Taehyung’s and he feels jealousy nipping at him from the inside.

“Here,” He says handing his wrapped gift to you, pushing away Taehyung’s gift to the far end of your table.

“A cake and a gift? Jimin, I didn’t know you were capable of thinking about others,” You laugh.

He brings his hand up to his chest and scoffs dramatically.

“You know, people usually say thank you when someone does something nice for them.”

You laugh and mumble thank you as you unwrap his gift but your laugh stops abruptly and you look at him disappointedly when you realize what it is.

“What? You don’t like it?” He asks. “It’s sold out! You should be glad I even managed to get one for you.”

A calendar. He got you a calendar of his rowing team. It wasn’t just any calendar but it was one of those highly anticipated ones that was for charity. You know the ones where they all posed naked while holding something that strategically covered their privates? You laugh as you flip through the pages. Only Jimin would get you something like this.

“Yes, because god knows I always needed a calendar full of naked rowers.”

“Yeah but not just any rower,” He says as he snatches the calendar out of your hand. “You’ve got me front and center because I know how much you want to see me naked,” He smiles, pointing to himself on the front cover where all of them stood in a V formation and Jimin was standing proudly in the middle, the apex of the V. He flips the calendar to your birth month and presents it to you proudly. “Lucky for you, your birth month has the best picture too!”

You snatch it from him to look at the picture, your eyes scan it quickly and you hope Jimin doesn’t see how your gaze lingered at the picture of his well chiseled body a little too long.

“Woah, is that Jungkook? He’s new to the team right?” You say pointing to a boy in the picture. “Damn, who knew he was hiding all that muscle under those baggy t-shirts he always wears.”

Jimin frowns, obviously displeased that you had pointed out Jungkook instead of him.

“Yeah,” He huffs, annoyed. “But I look good too, right?” He says as he circles himself with his pointer finger, looking at you desperately.

Cute, you thought as you laughed at him.

“Hmm, yeah, I guess,” You say dismissively and he lights up instantly, a bright smile on display.

The two of you spend the rest of the night laying comfortably on your bed, eating cake and watching movies that you picked out. It’s the first time in a long time you’ve laughed this much and although you’ve had many wild birthday nights, this chill one could definitely contest as one of the best ways you’ve celebrated your birthday. Blessed, that’s how you felt. You look over to your right to see Jimin smiling along with you and despite his reputation, you’re so glad that he took the time to spend his usually busy Friday night here with you. It was a small simple gesture but you appreciated it all nonetheless.

It’s way past midnight now and you see Jimin struggle to keep his eyes open. He must’ve been so exhausted, having to go for rowing practice, classes, then getting your cake and finally staying up to watch movies with you. It honestly warmed your heart that he’d done all of this for you. You felt so undeserving, especially after how you’ve been deliberately trying to avoid him. As the credits for the last movie roll, you set aside your laptop and switched off the lights before returning to bed where Jimin was already waiting patiently for you to join him. The moment you sink down onto the bed, his hands wrap around you automatically, pulling you close into his chest. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t miss this… miss his warmth, miss his company.

Jimin sighs sweetly as he feels you settle against his body. It’s been two weeks since he had the chance to hold you like this and as much as he tried to convince himself that cuddling with you was something he didn’t particularly care for, he knew it wasn’t true. Despite having to sleep on a tiny single rickety dorm bed, there was something so comforting about falling asleep next to you.

Jimin felt himself slowly drifting to sleep, a calmness taking over him but then he feels a tugging sensation, bringing him back to reality. He opens his eyes, letting it adjust to the darkness before letting out a light laugh. He whispers your nickname, tapping you softly, but there’s no response. He glances at you to see your eyebrows furrowed and your face twisted in what seemed to be pain.

“Nerd, you okay?” Jimin asks softly. “Nerd?” He says as he shakes you lightly.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah… why?”

He glances down at your hand on his shirt and you follow his gaze, pulling away with a gasp. You had his shirt balled up tightly in your fist and you release it immediately, spewing out numerous apologies as you do so.

“Crap, I’m so sorry!” You exclaim as you smoothen out his shirt against his chest and Jimin laughs lightly at you. You groan in frustration and turn onto your back as you let out a deep sigh, apologizing again to him.

“What’s bothering you?” He asks after some silence. “And don’t say you’re fine because I know you’re not.”

You turn to look at him, swallowing nervously and you find him staring back at you with concerned eyes, nodding as he encourages you to answer. You stay silent for a while, twiddling your thumbs as you try to organize your thoughts.

“I… It started a month or two ago I think,” You start nervously. “I don’t know how to explain it but I feel like I’m in a constant state of worry and it just gets worse whenever I want to sleep…”

There’s a long pause and the air in the room suddenly feels thick. You’re not sure if you should continue talking but Jimin silently urges you to continue. You take in a deep breath, ready to finally let out what you’ve been holding in for months now.

“I don’t know… whenever I try to go to sleep, it’s like my brain won’t shut up, then my heart starts going crazy and I start trembling,” You sigh. “Honestly, I don’t really remember a time I’ve had a good night’s sleep without the help of alcohol and I just—“ You stop yourself when you see Jimin with his eyebrows knitted.

“I’m rambling, I’m sorry,” You sputter, quickly turning away from him, almost embarrassed that you had said all of that aloud. It all just sounded so stupid.

“C’mere,” He says softly and you turn around to stare back at him, confused. “Come here,” he repeats as he pats his chest, laughing silently when you shake your head, no. He only nods his head, smiling at you as he beckoned you to come over. You let out a deep sigh and approach him cautiously, hesitantly placing your head on his chest and when you finally snuggle closer to him, you hear a low laugh rumble in his chest.

His hand wraps around you naturally like it always does except this time he draws calming circles onto your back.

“Just take deep breaths you know… breathe in and—“

You pull away from his chest to look at him. “Jimin, trust me. I’ve tried this before and it doesn’t work,” You huffed, annoyed.

“Shh, just listen to me,” He coaxes, gently pulling you back closer towards him.

“Okay, just continue taking in deep breaths and now, clear your mind—“

Now you’re just frustrated. You break away from his hold, head perking up to stare at him. “Jimin if I could do that I would’ve alread—“

“Oh my god, just listen to me for once won’t you?” He says with a light laugh as he slams your head back down into his chest.

You scowl at him and shut your eyes as you try to empty your mind but it doesn’t work, in fact you feel worse now. Jimin senses your frustration and he sighs heavily.

“You need to let it all out, just say whatever you need to, whatever’s on your mind.”

You don’t reply, only staying silent and he knows you’re just scared, afraid to open yourself up to others. He guessed as much when you started pushing people away.

“Nothing you say tonight will leave this room, I promise,” He whispers. “If it makes you feel any better, my memory sucks so I won’t remember most of this conversation anyway,” He laughs.

You let the offer hang in the air for a while, unsure of what to do. You know talking it out would help you feel better but you didn’t like anyone to see you so vulnerable, especially someone you didn’t exactly know well. Jimin continues rubbing calming circles onto your back, shutting his eyes disappointedly when he concludes you’re not going to say anything.

Inside, your mind is racing, weighing the pros and cons of letting Jimin in and you decide you’re tired, tired of keeping all these thoughts to yourself. You had asked the universe for a sign a few weeks ago, a way to lighten all of the anxiety you were feeling and maybe this was it, maybe this was your chance and you decide you might as well take it.

So you do, you spew out all of your heart’s contents. You talk about your family and wanting to do well in school to make your parents proud. You talk about the struggle it took to get into this college, how you worked your ass off in high school to secure your place here. You talk about how every semester you start to feel more inadequate, you wonder if you really belonged in this place, if you were actually cut out for college. Though Jimin has much to say, he holds it in and allows you to speak, only humming occasionally to let you know that he was listening.

It hurt him to know that you’ve been feeling so lost, so sad for the past semester and he hadn’t realized even when he was right next to you. He figured out over the past few weeks or so that you were feeling a little down but he had no idea that you were this stressed. He continues to draw gentle patterns against your back as your quiet voice tells him everything that you’ve been keeping in. Your expression seems to lighten up with each sentence though, your eyebrows no longer furrowed and Jimin can’t help but smile to see you finally looking much happier.

Your throat feels dry now having talked for what felt like more than an hour. You were exhausted but you feel like a weight had been lifted off your chest. You felt like an idiot for not have doing this sooner. Your thoughts had been weighing you down and now that you’ve shared them, they didn’t bog you down anymore.

You whisper a quiet thank you when you’re done talking and the room returns to an awkward silence. You shift against the sheets and gulp nervously. The feeling of happiness starts to fade, a certain feeling of regret starts to creep up and you worry that Jimin is secretly judging you, probably laughing at you and your silly thoughts. You’re about to pull away, to tell him to leave because you completely regret your choice now but he lets out a low sigh before beginning his sentence.

“I get it you know… the pressure,” He sighs. “Maybe mine’s not as bad but being an athlete really sucks sometimes.”

He talks about how his parents had made his rowing career a priority for him. He loved rowing because it made his parents happy and he genuinely liked the sport too but sometimes he despised it. He especially hated it when he sees the disappointed looks on his parents’ and coach’s face when he didn’t perform too well in any of the competitions. Sometimes he wonders if it was all worth it. To be waking up at 5 am almost every day to train and practice only to mess up on competition day. He has to convince himself every week not to quit, that no matter what other said, he was good enough. You reach out, fingers curling around his waist to provide a gentle, comforting squeeze and he smiles at the gesture.

Jimin decides to lighten the mood, telling you stories of his childhood instead and what it was like to cause mischief back in high school with Taehyung and Hoseok by his side. Funny, you didn’t know they had all attended high school together. You listen intently, smiling fondly when he described himself as a chubby child because you can’t imagine that. Chubby or not, you bet he was one good looking kid.

He continues speaking, his voice ever so calming and you feel the noise in your mind being reduced to mere whispers. The steady rise and fall of his chest helps you keep your breathing in check and you feel yourself starting to calm down, your hands no longer shaking, your mind no longer racing.

You drift in and out of sleep, his voice slowly fading into the background. Your heart beat starts to slow down and your mind feels at ease, for once you felt at peace. You want to listen, to hear his stories and you try your best to stay awake but somewhere between his soft touches and the sound of his calming heartbeat, you fall asleep.

A light laugh escapes Jimin when he glances down to realize that you’ve already gone to sleep. How long had he been talking to himself? He tugs you closer towards himself and you curl inwards, closer towards him as you buried your face into his chest. He smiles, letting his hand rest on your waist as he shuts his eyes to finally get some much needed sleep.

Cuddling was something Jimin enjoyed but no one other than you knew that. At first, Jimin thinks it’s just the gesture that he likes, that he could replace you with another body and it would all be the same to him but as your fingers curl around his waist again, he’s not so sure anymore.

Over the next week, you spend all your free time at the library with Jimin, Taehyung and occasionally Hoseok. Considering that it was the week before finals, almost everyone was in one of the libraries scattered around campus. You never thought you’d see the day where you would be sat in the library studying alongside the 3 people whose weekend only consisted of parties and more parties and yet here you all were.

Taehyung notices that you’ve returned to your cheery self which surprised him really but he still takes the time to bring you extra snacks which you devour happily. It’s stupid, Jimin knows, but he finds a slight sense of jealousy bubble within him when he sees you laughing at Tae’s jokes or sharing snacks with him. He tells himself to ignore it, that he really shouldn’t care but goddamn it his brain never listened when it came to you.

Jimin starts stopping by the dining hall to pick up cookies or some of your other favourite snacks before joining you at the library. When he sees you biting on your bottom lip as you cautiously peer at his snack stash, he smiles to himself knowing that he’s already reeled you in. It doesn’t take long before you prod him, shyly asking if you could take a bite and he shoves it towards you nonchalantly like it didn’t matter to him, not even bothering to spare you a glance. You smile widely as you teeth sank into the cookie and you turn to him to thank him to which he replies with a bored nod but inside, he was smiling like a child.

Every time the clock strikes 12, Jimin drags you back with him to the dorms despite your protests. You beg him to leave you alone, to let you burn the midnight oil but he hears none of it and you begrudgingly pack your things with a frown on your face. You notice that Jimin’s a lot more comfortable with skin contact now, always adding a fleeting graze or the occasional tickle. Perhaps it’s something he picked up from Taehyung, perhaps it’s something that came with being friends with him.

You don’t tell Jimin but really the only reason you agree to returning to the dorms is because you got to fall asleep with his arms wrapped around you. Silly, you know but despite your cold exterior, you craved affectionate physical contact. You just liked being held in the arms of another, was that so wrong?

If having a sleep coach was a thing then Jimin would be yours. He would slowly coax you to sleep by letting you talk about whatever it was that was on your mind and just like clockwork, you’d fall asleep whenever he began talking. Whenever you wake up in the morning, he’d jokingly scold you for not listening to him and although you promise every time you’d listen the next time, you never do. Jimin doesn’t mind really… He quite enjoyed getting to know you better. Actually, no. That irked him a little. He’s starting to feel like he’s already in too deep, already completely caught up in your personality, completely caught up in you.

Finals week. The week you dread, yet loved. Finals week meant stress central for you but it also meant that the end was near and good god you couldn’t wait for this semester to finally be over. The campus is in a complete frenzy, frazzled students all running about, everyone studying day and night for what was their final chance to pull up their grades. You lose track of day and night, only catching some sleep between your papers. Your body clock is a complete mess and you’re not really sure when your last proper meal was but it was all going to be worth it. It had to be.

You exited the hall after taking your last paper with a large smile on your face. You skipped all the way back to your dorm, finally glad that you had reached the end. You looked like an idiot for sure, but damn nothing beats the joy of knowing that you didn’t have to worry about classes until after winter break. You let out a squeal of joy as you packed away your clothes and cleaned up your room. Another semester down, another semester closer to your degree. You let out a relieved sigh to see your room no longer looking like a war zone. You were prepared to sleep for a whole week now because you’re completely exhausted but no you couldn’t do that just yet. You still had that campus-wide end of the semester bar crawl to attend. A beloved unofficial campus tradition of visiting every bar on the main street, one your university has actively tried to get rid of but nothing can beat a student’s will to party come semester end.

You meet up at Solji’s place and you hug her for what seemed like forever because it feels like you haven’t seen her in months. Aside from the random bump-ins you had on campus, the last time you had seen her was the night you had had too much tequila aka the night you never want to remember. You felt like a horrible human being, a horrible friend for always pushing her away when your anxiety got the best of you but she was always so forgiving, so nice. The two of you take forever to get ready, stopping every few or so seconds to catch up and you wonder how you’ve been so lucky to have a friend like her.

At 10 pm, the both of you bolt down the main street of your campus town that were littered with bars, shivering as the cold winter breeze bit at your skin. The two of you had opted to leave without a coat because you didn’t want to pay for coat check and by the time you leave the second bar, you’d probably be too drunk to even realize you’re skipping about in sub-zero temperatures.

Every semester, you & Solji would promise each other that the two of you would stay sober enough to at least make it past the 5th bar but that never happens. Somewhere along the line someone would say that drinks are on the house and before you know it, Taehyung would be dragging both of your half passed out asses home.

Maybe this semester would be different because you’re at bar number 4 and you’re only tipsy, still completely aware of what’s happening around you. Here at bar no.4 you finally run into the boys who seemed to have had a rather early start to their night. Hoseok was already passed out in the corner booth while Jimin and Tae seemed like they would be joining Hoseok soon enough. You only manage to greet them with a wave before Solji drags you to the dancefloor. The flashing lights and blaring music fills you with euphoria and for the first time in a long time you felt truly happy.

The bar starts to fill with more people and you lose Solji somewhere along the way when you stop to greet someone that you had met at that party that one time or maybe he was actually that one kid in one of your discussion classes you had actually bothered to attend… you’re not sure because the alcohol was making your mind hazy.

Jimin sneaks his way past the crowd to look for you and he finds you tiptoeing, glancing around worriedly.

“Jimin!” You shout, when you spot him. “Have you seen Solji?” You ask over the blaring bass

Jimin nods, telling you that she had found her way back to the booth already.

He had barely finished his sentence when you squeal in delight, a party favourite blaring over the speakers. Hollers echo throughout the bar as people rush to the dancefloor, everyone packing tightly together when the familiar tune rings around the bar and you find yourself pushed up against Jimin but honestly, you’re too happy to give a damn.

You dance your heart out, dramatically lip-syncing to the song and Jimin smiles as he watches you sway about. It’s starting to get a little too rowdy in the bar and Jimin wraps his hands around you protectively when you stumble forward, into his chest. When you’ve regained your stability, you simply continue bopping to the music, completely unfazed and Jimin follows along, laughing with you. As the night progresses, you let your arms hang over his shoulders and Jimin’s hands soon find its way to rest at your waist. The buzz from the alcohol was starting to kick in and Jimin finds himself pulling you closer and closer towards him. He feels your body move against his and it takes all of his willpower to keep his hands at your waist and not let it slip down any further. You hold his gaze, staring darkly at him before you smirked, throwing your head back as you bit your bottom lip. He wondered how you did that, how with a single look you had him hooked on you.

There was barely any space between the two of you. Both of you are sober enough to know what was going on but neither of you seemed to be against the idea of it. The room starts to fade in the background as you felt the tension between the two of you grow. You moved your hips expertly against him, rolling your body inwards towards him and you hear him curse under his breath as he gripped your waist tighter. He inched forward, his lips graze against the shell of your ear as he whispered compliments that made shivers run down your spine. He pulls back, letting his lips hover above yours as the two of you sway to the music. You challenge him, letting your lips momentarily brush against his and you watch as something flashed within his eyes as you pull away with a laugh. His lips curve up into a devious smirk and he pulls you flush against his chest with one hand. You feel the palm of his other hand rest at the stem of your neck, his fingers slipping among the strands of your hair and he tugs you forward, his lips almost touching yours. You shut your eyes, feeling his hot breath against your lips, the excitement building in your chest.

“Hey, we gotta go. Hoseok may or may not have thrown up on himself,” Taehyung says as he jerks Jimin away from you but not before sending you a disapproving look.

In an instant, the tension dissipates and you pull yourself away from Jimin’s hold.

Wonderful, thanks Taehyung… and Hoseok.

Back at the booth you confirm that Hobi has indeed thrown up himself and the sight has you holding back a gag. You look at the other end of the booth to find Solji passed out and you sigh. Amateur. Guess that means that’s another semester added to the list where you didn’t get to make it past bar no. 5. Oh well. You pull Solji up and get her to stand up. She’s an easy drunk thankfully and she mumbles incoherently as you drag her out of the bar, behind the boys who were half carrying Hoseok at this point.

Thankfully, it’s a relatively short walk to Taehyung’s but that doesn’t mean you’re not completely exhausted when you get there. You set Solji down on one couch while the boys set Hoseok down on the other. You had hoped that the walk to the apartment would’ve helped Solji sober up but she’s already curled up into a ball, snoring lightly so you grab a spare blanket to drape over her. Jimin and Tae really had their work cut out from them and you watched as Hoseok thrashed around, lunging at them as they tried to get him to stay on the couch. By the time they finally get Hoseok to calm down enough to get him out of his vomit drenched shirt and into some fresh clothes, the bus service had already stopped working for the night.

Taehyung seemed extremely unhappy throughout the whole time you were at his apartment. He gives you short one word answers and he barely looks at you in the eye. Truthfully, you’re still a little tipsy, the buzz from the alcohol still quite apparent so Taehyung’s attitude didn’t really bother you.

Jimin calls a cab for the two of you and you get up to leave along with him. Just as you’re about to walk out the front door, Taehyung pulls you back into his apartment.

“Y/N, you know what he’s like, you shouldn’t—“

Oh now he speaks

“Don’t worry, we’re just having a little fun that’s all… nothing more,” You smile as you hug him goodbye but you feel him bore holes into the back of your head with his icy stare.

The two of you sit in the back of the cab, an awkward stuffy silence suffocating you. Jimin hasn’t really said anything to you since the two of you had left the bar which worries you a little. Maybe he regretted the fact that he almost kissed you and suddenly you’re glad that Taehyung had interrupted the both of you. You take out your phone to mindlessly browse through your messages, hoping that it would make time pass faster.

A tingle runs up your back when you feel Jimin’s fingertips graze the inside of your thigh, his hand slowly moving further along, hiking up your dress in the process. You press your lips into a thin line as you look at the mirror to see if the cab driver was looking back. You turn to look at Jimin to see a hint of a devilish smirk on his face, his eyes dark and full of lust and you respond with a smirk of your own.

“So, this is what I have to do to get you to pay attention to me, huh?” He whispers and you keep your eyes trained forward, too afraid to open your mouth in fear of the noises that would leave. You grip onto his thigh tightly as you felt a flush of excitement run through your body.

He continues dragging his fingertips gently across the skin of your inner thigh and you clamp your thighs together, biting down on your bottom lip to silence the whimpers threatening to leave your lips. You hear him chuckle in response and you pray that the cab reaches your dorm soon before Jimin’s hand finds its way further up, closer to your core.

The cab finally comes to a halt and you find yourself being hauled out of the backseat by Jimin. His hand sat gingerly on your waist as he guided you to your room with urgency. You fumble with your key, finding it difficult to concentrate on fitting it into the keyhole when you can feel Jimin leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck.

When the lock finally clicks open, he wastes no time pulling you into his body as he leans on the door to slam it shut. You have no time to react, his lips moving roughly against yours and you rest your body on his, letting him set the pace. His hands leave your waist, slipping further down to curve of your ass and you moan quietly against his lips when he leaves a playful pinch. He takes advantage of that, his tongue slipping into your mouth, twirling around yours, both of you fighting for dominance. At this point, both of you are completely sober and despite to quiet little voice in your head that tells you to stop, you just can’t bring yourself to. Your hands move by their own volition, unbuttoning his shirt as your tongues dance around each other.

The room is filled with nothing but sounds of heavy breathing as the two of you continue, lips moving ferociously against each other. Your hands slip into his hair, tugging harshly at the ends of his strands and the moan that leaves his lips has you wanting more. The room starts to feel like a furnace, tension growing between the two of you and you roll your hips inwards, once, twice before he tugs you away by your hair.

“Jesus, someone’s eager,” He smirks.

God, you hated that smirk.

You don’t answer only choosing to reconnect your lips to his and you can feel him smiling against you. That smile soon fades when you let your hands slip between the two of you to palm him through his pants. This time he moans, audibly so and you allow your tongue to glide into his mouth, taking your time as you traced every inch of his mouth. You continue massaging him softly through his pants and you felt him grow harder under your touch with each passing second. His hands grip at your hips tightly as he fought to keep himself under control, his mind already drifting to the thoughts of having you underneath him.

Jimin pulls away, tugging at your bottom lip as he did so.

He rests his forehead on yours, panting as you continued your ministrations, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth in an effort to stop the soft moans from leaving his lips.

You feel his hand around your wrists as he pulls it away from him.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks between pants.

“Yeah,” You answer. “Why? Are you having second thoughts?”

“God, no,” He laughs. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

Wait, you mean he wasn’t joking all this time?

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you?”

You shake your head no, nibbling on your bottom lip as you watched Jimin’s expression grow dark, almost feral-like.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about what it’d be like to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock?” He asks as he removed his belt and rids himself of his jeans while his eyes were still trained on you.

He steps closer towards you and you could see it now, the outline of his member clearly strained against his boxers. In the pit of your stomach, you feel excitement starting to build.

“Look at what you do to me,” He snarls as he tugs his boxers down, kicking it away to some corner of your room. You ogle at his member as it springs up, tip already red and angry, leaking with precum.

“On your knees,” He demands and you sink down immediately, heat rushing to your core at the tone of his voice. Seeing Jimin like this, eyes dark and voice husky made your eyes glow with excitement, so different from the lame, adorable sleazebag you were used to.

You wrap your palm around his member, feeling it pulse under your hold as your hand moved up and down his shaft slowly. Jimin’s fingers tug at the strands of your hair as your thumb came around the tip, digging in slightly at his slit as you spread the bead of pre-cum leaking out of it.

“Faster, love,” He growls and you pick up the pace, moving faster along his shaft as your thumb rolled over his tip every few pumps.

His moans grow in urgency and he grips your hair tighter, your scalp burning as he tugs on the strands harder.

“Your lips,” You hear him beg but you ignore him, letting your thumb dig into his slit as you brought it round his sensitive head.

“Baby, p-please,” He begs again and you smirk when you see Jimin loll his head backwards, eyes shut in frustration.

You lick a few strips down the length of his member and you hear him growl as he tugged your hair harshly, obviously displeased with your teasing. You hum against his length, laughing silently as he grew increasingly frustrated. Without warning, you let your lips wrap around the tip of his cock and you hear him suck in a deep breath at the sensation. Guiding your lips expertly down his shaft, you let your tongue swirl around his tip before you flatten it to lick long wide stripes down the underside of his member. You feel Jimin’s thighs tense under your touch, his lips slightly parted as you feel his lust filled eyes stare at you.

Bobbing your head up and down, you let your tongue trace the veins that lined the side of his member, sinking down as far as you can go.

“Fuck, babe you take my cock so well,” He moaned.

You felt his tip brush the back of your throat and your eyes start to water but you let him continue, one hand gripping at his thigh while the other fondles his balls lightly. Jimin’s moans and grunts grow in volume and it isn’t long before his hips start rocking forward, begging you to take in more of him.

You let your jaw slack, allowing Jimin full control as he thrusts into your mouth. You swallow once around him and a myriad of curses leaves his lips, ending with a high-pitched moan. You’d do anything to hear that again, to hear him moan like that so you swallow once more around his length and his fingers dig into your scalp as he lets out another moan. He rocks his hips sloppily, his breathing ragged as he felt his high approaching. With a little more coaxing, you feel his hot seed spill into your mouth, a long moan following after and you make sure you milk every last drop of his pleasure, licking your lips after pulling off of him with a pop.

“Jesus, who knew these lips would be good for more than just talking?” He asks before smashing his lips against yours fervently.

He walks you backwards towards the bed as he expertly unzips your dress. With a light tug, your dress falls to the floor, pooling at your ankles and he breaks away from the kiss to stare at your body. Even in your dimly-lit room, you could feel his orbs slowly rake over your body, scrutinizing every inch of you. Instinctively you wrap your arms around yourself and you gaze downward at your dress as you begin to bend forward to pick it up.

Jimin lunges forward, stopping you from doing so and pushes you onto your back, your head landing among the pillows.

“Perfect,” He marvels as he lets his hands roam the expanse of your body, following each and every curve. His touch set your skin fire, each fleeting graze sparking a flame within you.

“Condom,” You whisper and Jimin reaches for the back pocket of his jeans that was at the foot of your bed. In a swift motion he tears the package open, and rolls the condom down his length. You clamp your thighs together, the sight alone making you all hot and bothered.

“Jimin, quick I need to feel you—“

“Not so fast, love,” He smiles.

He nestles himself between your thighs and you sit up slightly, tugging at his hair as he placed teasing kisses down your inner thigh.

“Stop fucking teas—“

He interrupts you with a kiss on your lips, silencing you as his hands slip behind your back to undo your bra. He pulls it off, letting it drop to the floor as his hand kneads your breast. A whimper leaves your lips as his thumbs play at your nipples, your head tilting backwards as he leaves a trail of breathy kisses down the valley of your breasts.

He works his way down, slowly leaving kisses as his fingers tease at your folds, sliding up and down the length of them. Jimin looked like pure sin, his body proudly on display, coated in a light sheen of sweat and you could feel every rational thought you had leave your mind. You feel his digits push into you slowly, curling upwards as his thumb rubs slow circles into your mound.

“So fucking wet for me already,” He smiles as his fingers come around to scissor at your clit. Your hip bucks forward, a muffled moan leaves your lips and Jimin laughs, his other hand holding you down as you struggle to keep yourself in place.

You chant his name over and over like a prayer as he sinks down onto his belly, his tongue teasing at your clit. Your hips buck up again, essentially begging for more as you grind down on his tongue and Jimin complies, sucking at your nub harshly before letting his tongue swirl around it. Your vision starts to blur as pure pleasure takes over your body, a knot starting to build at the bottom of your stomach.

“Fuck, Jimin, don’t stop,” You cry as you shut your eyes, hands gripping at the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure hits you. His fingers thrust into you at a faster pace and his tongue swirls around your nub again, sending your body into a frenzy, thighs shaking with excitement.

“You taste so good, baby,” He hums against your folds and you can barely hold back your moans, the sensation lighting a fire at the pit of your stomach. Your high was fast approaching and your breathing grows ragged as you felt yourself almost tipping over the edge, your fingers grasping helplessly at the sheets beneath you.

All at once, you feel Jimin’s fingers pull out of you, your walls clenching against nothing. You sit up on your elbows, ready to shout at him when you see him kneeling, his member lining up to your entrance. He reaches for your face, cupping your cheek with one hand while his other guided his length into you.

“Look at me baby, I want to see your face,” He says as his tip grazes at your entrance.

He slowly pushes into you and a long moan leaves your lips as you stare at Jimin with completely blown out pupils. His length stretches out your walls and you clench your fists as you felt him fill you up.

“So tight, fuck,” Jimin groans as he pushes into you completely, his head resting in the crook of your neck.

“Jimin, god,” You moan as he draws out slow, long strokes while his hands fondle at your breast, pinching your nipples lightly. “F-Faster, please,” You beg as your fingers sink into his hair blindly grasping at his soft locks.

Jimin gives into your command, thrusting into you at a hurried pace, your breasts bouncing up and down as his hips met yours. Every so often, Jimin almost pulls out completely only to slam into you harder, pushing you higher up, your head almost hitting the headboard. You feel your walls clench around his member, wanting to feel more of him as muffled moans leave your lips.

“Just like that, Jimin, fuck!” You scream, the knot in your stomach starting to build again as he whispers nasty compliments into your ears. His hand slides up your body to wrap around the sides of your neck, squeezing it lightly and you feel yourself grow lightheaded, a shiver of excitement running through your body. You clench around him again and Jimin growls, telling you not to repeat that as he hooks one of your legs on top of his shoulder, thrusting deeper into you. His tip hits the spot that has you biting down on your bottom lip to keep from screaming his name, the back of your eyelids painted with stars as your body shakes with excitement. You can’t help it, pleasure takes control of your body and your walls clench around his length, despite his warning.

“I told you to stop that,” Jimin snarls as he pulls out of you and you open your eyes, anger burning within you as you’re denied your high

“I—“

“No,” He barks. “Get on all fours now.”

Jimin shows no sign of backing down and really, all you wanted was to reach your release so you oblige, bending down onto all fours for him. Truthfully, the look he had on his face, his eyes dark as his dominance surfaced was all you needed to get you on your knees.

“Why didn’t you listen?” He asks as his hand rubs smooth circles over the cheek of your ass and you lick your lips, unsure of what to say. “I warned you, didn’t I?” He asks before you feel a sharp pain ripple across your ass as his hand smashes down harshly against your cheek. You bite your lip, the sensation sending shivers up your spine and you felt heat pool at your core.

His length rubs against your fold and you feel him breathe against your ear, “Don’t you dare clench around me until I say you can, understood?”

You nod eagerly as you moved backwards wanting to feel friction against your heat. Soon enough, you get what you ask for when you feel his arm wrap around your waist as he pushes past your folds. A long line of expletives leaves your lips as your walls stretch out to accommodate him and it takes all of your willpower to keep yourself from clenching around him again.

This time, he barely gives you time to adjust, grunting as he thrusts into you furiously. Your arms begin to grow weak as you approach your high, hot white flashing behind your eyelids as pleasure ripples throughout your body.

“Are you close baby?”

You moan a long yes, barely able to even get that out as you concentrated on holding yourself up.

From behind Jimin pulls you up, flush against his body as he pushes deeper into you and your free hands now roam your body, kneading your own breasts. Jimin’s free hand sneaks down towards your core to rub mini figure eights into your clit and you bite down hard onto you lip to stop the scream that was about to leave your throat.

You reach backwards, hands tangling into his hair as uncontrollable pleasure takes over your body. You press your lips shut, your moans becoming muffled and Jimin groans disapprovingly.

“Don’t,” He whispers. “Barely anyone’s left in the dorms. I want to hear you scream my name.”

He thrusts upwards into you, his tip hitting the spot that comes close to unravelling the tight knot within you.

“Jimin,” You scream, fingers pulling at the tufts of his hair.

“That’s it babe, louder,” He grunts, his thumb working furiously at your clit.

“Jimin, oh my god!” You screamed, your body growing limp as your high was up on the horizon, almost within reach. Jimin heaves you higher, pushing into you with a new dound passion because fuck, he loved the way his name sounded as it rolled off your lips.

“Fuck, babe you feel so good. Cum for me,” He moans, pulling out until just the tip was inside of you before thrusting into you again. His motions grow sloppy and you know he must be close now too. He repeats the motion a few more times before you’re sent toppling over the edge, your head lolling backwards as you cummed all over his cock, leaving you a mangled moaning mess. Jimin curses as he picks up the pace, rapidly chasing his high and with the remaining energy you had left, you clenched against his length which is all it takes to send Jimin over the edge, his cock twitching inside of you as his seeds spill into the condom.

You crash down onto the bed as Jimin loosens his hold on you and you feel him slip out of you to discard the condom into your trash bin. He moves expertly around your room, grabbing a clean towel in order to clean you up and you let him wipe down your thighs and at your sex, too tired to even move. Quietly, he hands your undergarments to you while he puts on his boxers.

Upon slipping into your undergarments, you turn to your side, curling into yourself as you feel exhaustion take over. You jump slightly at the sensation of your bed dipping and a warm pair of hands wrapping around your waist. You were quite sure Jimin was going to bolt the moment he had gotten what he wanted because rule no. 1, Jimin never stayed the night and rule no. 2, Jimin never cuddled after sex but maybe he was just staying with you until you fell asleep. He was going to slip away into the quiet night soon enough, that you were certain and truthfully you had no qualms about that. You knew the type of man Jimin was. One that had trouble with commitment, one that never called you by your name during sex and even outside of sex just so he could escape that intimate bond. You’re not sure he even knew your name anymore actually, he hadn’t called you by your name ever since he coined the lovely nickname he had for you. One thing you were sure of though was that he was going to be gone by sunrise and that was fine with you, after all your short-lived friendship with him had had a good run.

Sunlight filters through the blinds as the morning sun begins to rise. You feel an aching sensation tugging at your muscles and you stretch, pushing your arm behind you.

Ouch!

You hear a groan as your hand connects against Jimin’s jaw. You turn onto your back, completely shocked at the noise you just heard.

“I’m so sorry,” You laugh. “I thought you already left.”

“It’s Saturday,” He yawns, rubbing at his jaw. “We always sleep in on Saturdays.”

“Yeah, but we don’t always have sex with each other on Friday night,” You snort.

“I mean, if you’re interested, that’s an arrangement I’d gladly partake in,” He smirks.

You laugh, smacking him across the chest playfully before stretching again, your bones popping into place.

“Anyway, what’s the point of having rules if you don’t follow them?” You ask. “You’ve already broken two of them by being here.”

“Rules are meant to be broken, nerd.”

Gross. There was that nickname. You had much preferred last night when he called you everything but that.

Stupid, he hears you mumble under your breath and he laughs lightly.

“You’re right though,” He hums. “Now that I’ve broken two of them, don’t you think it’d be a shame if I didn’t break all three?”

Ah, rule no.3, Jimin never slept with the same girl twice.

You smirk at the notion of the statement and Jimin approaches you slowly, giving you plenty of time to back out but you stay perfectly still, almost as if you were inviting him.

Jimin hovers above you, staring back at you with a smirk of his own on his lips. His head dips into the crook of your neck leaving lazy kisses down your jaw and the rest of your neck. His hands slip behind your back to rid you of your bra and you laugh once he starts leaving a trial of wet kisses on your collarbone.

“Why are you laughing?” He asks, confused.

“Nothing, it’s just… you’re smart,” You say, slightly amused. “This is how you trick all the girls into having morning sex with you isn’t it?”

He laughs lightly, a smirk threatening to show as he feigns ignorance.

“You tell all these girls about your rules and when they see you in their bed the next morning, they feel so special so they gladly give into another round with you, right?”

“You think you have me all figured out, don’t you?” His signature smirk gracing his lips.

“Well, don’t I?” You wink.

Jimin doesn’t answer, he only presses his lips against yours lazily and the two of you smile into the kiss. You knew you were right, his silence told you that you had discovered all his tricks. You played right into his hand but maybe that’s because you wanted to. Jimin was good, there was no doubting that and since you’re never going to see him again after this, you might as well enjoy it.

You’d never really been a fan of morning sex but it was so slow and gentle with Jimin that you think maybe all the other guys you’ve done this with were just no good. It surprised you how this contrasted compared to the person Jimin was last night. How does he do that? Go from seductive to adorable in the matter of seconds? Last night was filled with nothing but heated passion and lust but this now felt so different. It was lazy and filled with more laughs than anything, a deserved break after the events of the night before. In fact, it felt a little too intimate. He spent time making out with you slowly, tongues lazily twisting around each other as his thumb stroked the apple of your cheek. Perhaps it was a parting gift he always left for his poor victims, a taste of what could have been.

After getting dressed, Jimin settles down next to you, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you closer towards him, entangling his legs with yours. He smiles when he feels you respond, slowly inching backwards to feel more of his warmth. God, had you been worth the wait, it was better than anything he had ever managed to picture. He simply couldn’t get enough of you. He didn’t know how to tell you that this was the first time he had broken any of his rules. That he doesn’t really know why he stayed the night, why he brought up the idea of morning sex and why he was still here, lying next to you. All he knows was that he was comfortable, that he had always felt so when you were in his arms. He rests his chin on top of your head, nuzzling himself against you, warmth spreading across his chest at the feeling of you resting against him. This was a dangerous road he was heading down but what could he do when his confused heart kept pulling him towards you.

He stays like that with you for another hour or so before he pulls away reluctantly, watching as you whined incoherently when he lifts the blanket up to slip away. If he had a choice, he wouldn’t leave the comfort of your bed but he had to attend his rowing team’s final meeting of the semester. Responsibilities, he sighs.

Jimin sits in the meeting, barely able to focus as all he wanted was for the meeting to end so he could return to your room and join you under the comfortable, warm sheets. He watches the clock eagerly, painfully waiting for the hour to pass by. He turns his attention to the front of the room from time to time, nodding attentively to pretend like he’d been listening but truthfully all he’s been thinking about was how your lips felt like on his.

The sound of your ringtone jolts you awake and you hurriedly click answer upon seeing the caller ID. Your aunt’s cheery voice informs you that she’s just about 20 minutes away from campus so you quickly jump out of bed and run to the bathroom to freshen up. You shove all the clothes you can fit into your luggage bag, silently thanking yourself for having the decency to clean up your room the day before. By the time your aunt pulls up to the curb, you’re hauling your bag to the entrance, sweat already dripping down your back.

Your aunt jumps out of the car, rushing towards you to engulf you in a hug and you can’t help but smile lovingly at her. Words fly out of her mouth at a mile a minute, asking question after question about your semester and you can’t help but think about how good it felt to see her, to see family. You’re in such a rush to put your bag in the car and to see the rest of your family that you don’t realize how your phone was sitting at the edge of your pocket now.

You heave the bag upwards into the trunk of the car and you hear a light crash, the sound of your phone hitting the edge of the curb. Your phone lied on the ground, screen down and you chanted a silent prayer as you bent down to pick it up.

Completely cracked.

Your screen was a myriad of weird colours and glass was chipping off, great. Guess what you’re going to be spending your holiday money on?

Tough luck, you sigh as you place it delicately into your pocket.

The first half of the car ride was enjoyable, your aunt catching you up on family gossip while you told her all about your semester, skipping over a lot of details, of course. She continues speaking, telling you about how your second cousin twice removed had gotten herself into trouble with the loan sharks and you listen, occasionally nodding to show your interest. The light music in the background calmed you as you enjoyed the barren winterscape and your aunt’s stories, the car zipping down the highway back to where the rest of your family were waiting, eager to finally start celebrating the holiday season.

The conversation dies down after a while, a comfortable silence taking over and suddenly you’re left alone with your thoughts. Finally, you were miles away from campus and your heart felt so light at the thought of that. With no phone to distract you, your mind reels, playing back the whole semester, the countless nights in the library and the rare ones where you’re in that dingy frat house. You sift through memory after memory and finally it lands on the events of last night and this morning.

Jimin, you sigh.

Oh, lust.

It was truly a shame that your friendship with him had to end so abruptly but that’s just how boys like him work. When you woke up to the sound of your phone ringing, alone, it hadn’t surprised you, you knew he probably slipped out the moment your quiet snores filled the room. Now that the semester had ended, you were of no use to him, for there were no more Physics quizzes he had to take. It was clear to you now that he had waited, buttering you up the whole semester just for that one night and at end of it he had left without a single word. You’ve heard countless reiterations of Jimin the asshole who never even bothered staying for breakfast and you knew fairly well what you were getting yourself into the moment you responded to his kiss, the moment you allowed him to strip you off your clothes.

You were just another number to him now and you were fine with that, you had enjoyed the night and that’s all that mattered to you. Yet, a dull pain sat at the pit of your heart, one akin to heartbreak and you laugh it off, thinking it can’t possibly be true. You’d miss his dick maybe but not him, no. That’s what it was, the pain you felt floating in your chest was the fact that now you’d have to find someone who could please you better than he did. It had nothing to do with the fact that you had let him in, spilling everything from your heart wrenching worries to your theories about the universe, of course not. Obviously, it had nothing to do with how he had made your heart burst with warmth on your birthday night, him standing there with your favourite cake in hand, no of course it didn’t. It definitely didn’t have to do with how his soothing touches managed to calm your heart and silence your worry-filled mind because that would just be silly now wouldn’t it? You tell yourself lie after lie, to convince yourself that no, you weren’t falling for the player that was Park Jimin, it simply couldn’t be because boy, would you be in trouble if that were true. Big trouble.

The coach claps his hands, signaling the end of the meeting and Jimin bolts out of the boathouse, jogging back to the residence hall excitedly. He rushes past the entrance and heads straight for your room, a smile already on his face. Turning the door knob quietly, he sneaks into your room not wanting to disturb you from your sleep except he finds that you’re no longer there. Your bed was made, your clothes all gone and your belongings all sat on your shelf neatly. Was your room this clean last night? Had you left without telling him? You wouldn’t, would you? He leaves for just an hour and you’ve already left, probably to your home which was a few states away, you had told him once and Jimin felt sadness envelop him. Had he known you were going to leave so soon he would have… He would have… done… nothing. His mind was a pure mess, all over the place and he didn’t know what to do with these ever-growing pesky feelings that he seemed to have for you. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say or do. Well, he never really did when it came to you.

A/N: As always, thank you for reading! Feedback is always welcome (: In case y’all are wondering just what kind of calendar I’m talking about, check out the Warwick Rowers (heart eyes x100)

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