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jkbabiey · 1 year

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Rock Bottom | PJM

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, angst, fluff, smut, establishedrelationship!AU, marriage! AU

⇢ Synopsis: When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

⇢ Song Rec: Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld, Teach Me by Kyle Dion, Sorry by Heize, Home by Ailee and Yoon Mirae, Tide by Woodz, Pride and Prejudice by ZICO and Suran, Want You Back by 5SOS

⇢ Word Count: ~4.7K

⇢ Warnings: brat OC, anger issues in here, this is honestly a sad angsty au, workaholic Jimin, frustrated OC and frustrated Jimin, unprotected sex, Jimin doesn't care about sleep, OC may be lacking some self-respect but Jimin will fix that for her

⇢ Authors note: After a long time without writing, I'm back. I loved writing this. It was supposed to be a Jungkook one-shot like always, but then I realized that it fits Jimin's vibe so much better. So I decided to change it up :)) Really like how it turned out tho. Enjoy <3

You loved Jimin with all your heart.

You loved him more than you had ever loved anyone else. Five years into your marriage and he still erupted the most euphoric butterflies in your stomach. A thousand of them. Everything from his voice, to the way he snored softly when he slept, to the way he looked at you... You loved him.

Your life with Jimin felt like a fairytale. Always had. You married in a botanic garden after 4 years of secret dating, with all his and your family and friends by your side. You bought a house together right after, figuring the one you had been living in until then wasn't big enough for a future family, and have been living in it together for four years now.

Tonight was the fourth anniversary of your marriage. Four years since Jimin officially became yours and you became his.

So you had asked your boss to leave work earlier today and rushed home, at 5 PM, to prepare Jimin's favorite dish. You also bought vanilla-scented candles and an extra pretty table towel on the way home. You texted Jimin a quick 'can u be home by 9?' and got a 'yup, I'll be there' back. You were sure Jimin didn't remember what today meant - but you didn't blame him and didn't even have the strength to get mad at him. He was a busy man and you knew his work required his full attention. Most of the time, you stood in second place in his priorities. And, surprisingly, after four years of dating him and another four of being married to him, you had gotten used to that.

You took a shower after the food was ready and the table set, at 7:55 PM, and put on the prettiest, sexiest lacy black lingerie you owned - the one you knew Jimin loved. You squeezed into the tightest black dress you saw after searching your walk-in closet, and the prettiest high heels. You let your hair natural and loose like you knew Jimin liked and did your make-up - red lips and a pointed eyeliner. You looked amazing.

All for Jimin.

At 9 PM you headed downstairs and sat down patiently at the dinner table, after lighting the candles. At 9:30 PM you texted Jimin a 'u coming?' and at 10 PM you still had no answer. At 11 PM, you looked out the window, searching for his black shiny car and at midnight you were blowing out the candles that were almost completely melted at this point. You headed upstairs, finally losing all hope that Jimin would still show up to have an anniversary dinner with you, his wife, because, after all, it wasn't your birthday anymore. You hadn't seen your husband at all throughout the whole day, since he had chosen to sleep in the dorms the prior night - always the busy man.

At 2 AM Jimin wasn't home yet and you weren't asleep, because you had started to worry. What if something had happened? Jimin would call if he noticed he wouldn't be able to make it home at 9, right? So at 2:20 AM, when Jimin got to his car to head home and turned on his phone, after turning it off to focus on his work, he noticed the 14 missed calls and 9 worried text messages. All from you.

At 2:35 AM you heard the bedroom door open and you sighted in relief watching Jimin coming through it, from your seating position in your bed, under the covers. You didn't say a word, noticing Jimin's late realization of the compromise he had missed - if you hadn't left the table set in the dining room, you're pretty sure he probably wouldn't be aware of it yet. You laid down, ripping your disappointed gaze from his, with your back against him.

"Baby..." you heard him mutter and closed your eyes "I'm sorry I forgot, I didn't know you had prepared dinner for us-"

"Don't talk Jimin," you interrupted, knowing there was no way that Jimin would be able to make you feel better or make himself feel better right that moment. Hot-headed Y/N wasn't cool to talk to. "Let me sleep."

Jimin didn't say a thing. You heard the ruffling of his clothes being thrown to the armchair inside your walk-in closet. His steps towards the bathroom sounded heavy and slow - tired.

You knew Jimin was tired. He had been having full days of practice, producing and recording, for the new album. You did understand how he could forget the dinner, but the fact that he did forget just reminded you how you'd never be at the top of his mind, like he was at the top of yours, all the time. And, no matter how you tried to push it to the side, it still hurt.

Jimin, on the other side of the door that separated you guys' bathroom and bedroom, couldn't feel worse for leaving you waiting after seeing the pretty dress you had worn for him thrown across the bathroom bench and your heels neatly placed on the tiled floor, next to the door. When he got back inside the bedroom, he heard the quiet sobs you were trying to hide from him, your shaking back facing his side of the bed, and your shiny hair laid out on the bed, on top of his pillow.

Jimin felt bad, but he couldn't understand why you'd be so upset over a missed dinner. He knew you had gotten dressed up and had cooked for him - but you could have dinner tomorrow or eat the food you had prepared and that he knew was delicious by lunch.

Your anniversary was the furthest thing from his mind.

"Y/N, can we talk?". When you didn't answer, he placed a gentle hand on your exposed shoulder, turning your body towards him. "I know you're not asleep, baby."

"Leave me alone," you cried, turning around abruptly to get rid of Jimin's hand, which was now rubbing your arm. Jimin's heart clenched when your eyes finally rested on his and he saw the pain behind your teary gaze.

"I'm sorry," Jimin whispered, not bothering your aggressiveness and still resting his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. "We can have lunch tomorrow, or you can put on your dress and heels and I'll take you to an expensive restaurant," he laughed lightly watching you roll your eyes at him.

"I wanted to have dinner tonight, Jimin," you whined, trying to wipe your tears away. Jimin laid down next to you, evolving your waist in his strong arms and pulling your body closer to his, now face-to-face. He kissed the tip of your nose and your tear-stained cheeks, smiling at how adorable you looked to him with pouted lips and wet lashes.

"Why's that? Tomorrow the weather is gonna be better than tonight, tonight is cold. I can take you out tomorrow and you won't be cold in that dress," he joked while your lips parted in realization. He still hadn't remembered what today had been.

You knew Jimin had forgotten what day today was. But you thought that seeing the dinner laid out on the dinner table had reminded him that tonight was your fourth anniversary. He couldn't really think you'd prepare such a fancy dinner just for fun, right? "Are you kidding me?" you asked, your gaze regaining the anger it had lost shortly. The panic was back in your husband's eyes and he didn't know what was wrong now. "Do you even know what today is?"

"Wha-"

"Jimin, today was the 6th of April. Do you know what that means?" you asked and when Jimin's eyes wandered around the space behind you, looking for an answer, you grabbed his arm and lifted it off your waist, getting up from your bed.

Not only had Jimin forgotten your birthday, but he was also completely unaware of what the 6th of April was supposed to mean like it wasn't the day he had gotten married to you - what did that say about him? what did it say about what you meant to him? and above all that, what did it say about your relationship?

"Y/N, calm down. I'm sorry. I don-don't... I can't remember," he said, his tone getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed his temples, trying his best so that something would come to his mind. Nothing.

"Oh my god, Jimin," you laughed ironically, covering your face with both your hands, as tears started forming in your eyes once again. "You really don't know what happened on the 6th of April?"

Jimin didn't answer, looking at you with confused eyes. "Why am I not surprised?" you chortled, almost sounding mean to Jimin. "This is what always happens! You're always too busy. Too busy with work. Too busy to take care of yourself! Too busy to take care of me! Too busy to even think of me-"

"That's not true, I'm always thinking of you-"

"Oh! Is that why you missed our fucking fourth birthday dinner tonight?" you screamed, interrupting him and watching his eyes get wide and his lips part. "You are way too busy, Jimin. You don't have time for anything other than work," you whispered as he stood up from bed to stand closer to you.

"I'm s-so sorry," he whispered. "I totally forgot..."

"I know, that's the problem, Jimin! You are the love of my life and you are my priority, always."

"Y/N, please-"

"Let me talk." you raised your hand to stop him and he did just that, pressing his lips together in a straight line and resting both his hands on his hips. "What I'm saying is, I'm never gonna be your priority-"

"Y/N, you are my priority!" he couldn't help but burst that out, running a frustrated hand through his messy dark blonde hair. He sighed, looking at you as your disappointed eyes bored into his tired ones. "I work a lot. I'm rarely home. There are days we don't even see each other. But I work so that I can support a future with you. A future with kids. A future where I can keep buying your fancy dresses and taking you to expensive restaurants-"

"You could buy me the fanciest dress in the world and it wouldn't matter a thing if you still showed up at home at three in the fucking morning." you interrupted, your voice sounding even angrier than it was before. "Jimin, I couldn't care less about that shit. I didn't marry you for your money. I don't care about fancy dresses or expensive restaurants. I lived without those things before meeting you, and I can live without them now!" you exclaimed and Jimin lowered his head, looking at the floor. "I married you because I love you. You! Not your money!"

"I know that-"

"It doesn't seem like you do. When was the last time we had a meal together? When was the last time you took me out on a date? And I'm not asking you to take me to a fucking expensive restaurant, I'm asking for a stroll in the park! Or maybe a picnic! I'm just asking for you to take me to go eat fucking ice cream or some shit!" you paused, taking a deep breath as Jimin sat back in your shared bed, looking down and fidgeting with his fingers. "When was the last time you touched me? We don't even have sex anymore, for God's sake!" Jimin poked the inside of his cheek at that and let out an entertained chuckle. "Really? Is that funny to you?" You asked, angry as ever, and Jimin looked up at you.

"Can you stop yelling?" he asked with the calmest voice you'd ever heard coming from him as he stood up once again to stand right in front of you, with his face inches away from yours. "Y/N, if what you wanted was sex, you could've just said that." he spat out, anger and annoyance filling his voice tone.

Instinct spoke louder than you as you raised a hand as if about to slap him, but Jimin was faster than you, grabbing your forearm to prevent you from doing something you surely would regret later. "Don't go there," he said sternly, with a grave deep voice.

You looked at him angrier than he had ever seen you, with a clenched jaw and fisted hands. You shook your arm, letting Jimin's hand fall, and ran your fingers through your wild hair. "Fuck you," you whispered before walking out of the bedroom. You walked towards the kitchen. Not even five minutes after you left the room, heavy footsteps could be heard throughout the walls. Until you felt his presence by the kitchen door even though you had your back to him.

“Do you think I stay at work this late because I want to? Don’t you think I’d much rather be home having dinner with you by 9?” he asked, his tone angry but still calm and collected. “It’s my work! I have no choice whether I want to do it or not-“

“Jimin, leaving work earlier one day wouldn’t be the end of your career, I’m telling you,” you mocked sarcastically and could feel Jimin rolling his eyes, even without facing him.

“I’m sorry I missed dinner, but it’s not like I was out partying with the boys. I was working. I’ve been working since 7 AM. I was supposed to go sleep in the dorms so I wouldn't have to wake up even earlier tomorrow, but I still came home, because you asked me to. The last thing I need is for you to spend the night mad at me” he sighed when you finally turned around, to show him that his speech hadn't had that much of an effect. You were still mad. Very mad.

“You came home because ‘I asked you',” you mimicked, “not because you wanted to see me after not seeing me for two whole days?”

“Oh my fucking god” Jimin growled and looked up at the ceiling before running both his hands through his hair.

“And so what? You’re tired! But am I supposed to just shut up and don't be mad when you forget our marriage's fourth anniversary? I'm sorry for expressing my feelings-"

"Can't we just have dinner tomorrow?" he interrupted. The annoyance back to his voice.

"Jimin, go to sleep." You finished, leaning against the balcony behind you and looking down at the floor.

"No! What the fuck do you want me to do now? I already said I'm sorry! What do you fucking want now?!" it was his turn to yell now. The anger of expecting to come home to a warm bed and coming home to an angry wife was finally getting to him. "I come home absolutely exhausted and you still manage to keep me up and yelling, like I had the easiest day of my life! Stop being so selfish, for fuck's sake!"

You looked up at that and felt your eyes tearing up once again. You stood up straight and walked past him, towards the bedroom. You grabbed your pillow and a warm blanket. "What are you doing, Y/N? Jimin asked, and you wouldn't deny the tiredness was already showing in his voice. "Go to sleep, I'll stay on the couch."

"Stop, Y/N, please," he muttered and you turned to face him.

"Jimin, I don't want you to do anything. I get it, you were working and you're sorry. I know you're sorry. But my point is, how many times are you gonna keep saying sorry? Because I don't know for how much longer I'll be okay with being left behind for your career."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I don't know whether I can stay in this marriage if I keep being forgotten like this," you shrugged with teary eyes and watched Jimin tilting his head to the side while the anger in his eyes subsided. His eyes quickly got teary and he held up his hand to grab at your right arm, trying to prevent you from leaving the bedroom you two shared.

You shook your arm from his grip and turned your back on him, walking out of the bedroom and closing the door behind you.

And no, it wasn't okay with you to go to sleep angry at him. You weren't that type of couple. You worked things out before going to bed. But you knew how tired he was. He was supposed to wake up at 5:30 AM the morning after and you were supposed to wake up just an hour after him. You knew that if you kept fighting, neither of you would get any sleep. You and Jimin were two people with strong personalities and whenever you two fought over something it did not end up quickly. Besides that, you two had never fought like this. Had never had an argument that caused either of you to question the worth of your marriage. This was your rock bottom.

But you hated that you weren't sleeping in your bed, in your husband's arms. And it was impossible to fall asleep, no matter how careful you and Jimin had been to choose the most comfortable couch in the store when you bought your house. No matter the position or how many times you turned - you couldn't fall asleep.

It was 4 AM when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

You felt Jimin coming closer to your frame on the couch and kneeling down next to it. "You're sleeping?" he whispered and you mumbled a tiny 'no'.

"Can I sleep in here?" he asked and you made space on the couch for him to slip under the blanket with you, which he did quickly. He enveloped your waist in his strong arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck as if nothing had just happened. "Please, don't leave me," he whispered against the skin of your neck. You stayed quiet, just taking your hands to envelope his neck and pull him closer. "I don't think I can make it without you. I've been awake the past hour trying to find a way to stay less time at work and more time with you, but I can't find one. I don't think there's any way to solve this."

It was completely dark in the living room, and that just made this feel much more intimate than it was supposed to. "But I love you," he whispered again. "I love you too," you answered and felt a light kiss on your neck.

"I'm sorry for not being able to give you the life you deserve. I promise you that one day all this activity in my career will calm down and I'll be able to give you everything you deserve, but for now I can't fix anything we're going through. But we can fight for this, okay? We can keep up with my schedule and with yours. We can keep coming home to a warm bed. We can keep building a future for us both and for our future family. We can keep fighting every time there's something wrong, without really getting to solve anything. If you're up for it, I'll gladly stay up until 4 AM, if it means we can be alright in the end. But please, don't leave me. I love you. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. And you're not behind my career. You're always at the top of my mind, but work is work. And when I'm working with the boys I can't just bail on them and let them work alone. I really hope you understand that."

And by now, you were already washed in tears. Jimin could feel your wet tears on his neck. "I'm sorry, baby," you cried and Jimin lifted his face from your neck, to look you in the eyes. Even with the almost absolute darkness of the room, he could still figure out your beautiful features.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I understand why you'd be mad at me-"

"No, I'm sorry, I should have been more understanding, or at least wait until you were well-rested. I'm sorry for making you fight with me for like half an hour. And I'm sorry for trying to slap you, I don't know what that was..."

"I love you. I don't care how bad we fight, I still love you. I always will," he whispered as his face got closer to yours. You could feel his light breath on your lips. "And I was being a jerk when that happened so you're fine."

"I love you too," you answered as you let out a soft giggle, to which Jimin smiled. You raised your head from the pillow, to softly press your lips against Jimin's to seal your reconciliation. His pillowy lips moved softly against yours, as he put one hand on the back of your head, to deepen the kiss. You heard him moaning against your lips as his other hands moved from your waist to your ass. "You should get some rest babe," you said, pulling away from him.

"No, let me make you feel good," he whimpered as his lips were redirected at your neck, sucking your skin and leaving love bites on his way, as his hands moved towards the hem of his your t-shirt, taking it off in a heartbeat and throwing it to the floor, next to the sofa.

You moaned as he pressed his thigh to the middle of your legs, urging him to go faster. His t-shirt and sweatpants quickly joined your oversized t-shirt on the floor, and soon he was panting against you as you raised your hips to create some friction between your crotches.

Jimin reached down, palming your still-covered pussy, with his whole palm. "How are you so wet?" he asked as you moaned and slightly trusted your hips up against his hand. "How are you so hard?" you asked back, teasing him as his hard length pressed against your thigh. You heard Jimin chuckle and felt him pushing your panties to the side, and running two of his fingers through your slit.

"You have such a smart mouth don't you?" he asked ironically, shoving his, now, soaked fingers inside your mouth. Your lips, quickly wrapped around his long fingers, sucking on them. He reached down with his other hand, to plunge two fingers inside your pussy. You moaned against his hand, which he quickly retracted from your mouth, just to press his lips against yours once again. He started fingering you, making scissor motions inside of you to try and prepare you for him. "How are you always so tight?" he groaned after you pulled away from the kiss to let out a series of moans from how good his fingers felt inside of you.

"After you not fucking me for so long, I'd be surprised if I wasn't," you teased once again, chuckling and Jimin rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"You're so annoying, baby," he answered, starting to finger you faster as you threw your head back on the couch, giving him enough space to suck the skin of your neck as if he hadn't marked you enough earlier. "Do you think you're ready for me?"

"Yes, baby, please. I want you inside me, please," you mewled and Jimin moaned hearing your cries of pleasure so close to his ear, after so long.

And in a second he roughly shoved his entire length inside of you, as you both let out loud groans of pleasure. Having Jimin inside you never failed to blow your mind. Everything from his length to his girth felt overwhelming. And you loved it. Sex with Jimin felt better than with any other man you had been with before - firstly because Jimin knew what he was doing, and second because you had never been in love with someone as much as you are with Jimin.

Patience had never been your forte, and it showed when Jimin decided to stay still to let you get used to him, but you rose your hips urging him to keep going. It did burn but you liked the slight pain of having Jimin inside you. So he kept going, first slowly, but he quickly grew as impatient as you and started to pick up his pace. Until his hips were crashing against yours, with one of his hands grabbing your waist to stabilize you two. One of his forearms was supporting Jimin's body, next to your head. You reached forward to press your lips to Jimin's in a heated kiss. You two moaned and growled against each other lips, as your hips started to thrust upwards against Jimin's and soon enough you were both in a frenzy on the couch.

Jimin moved one of his hands from your waist to your cheek, softly caressing it. “Baby, are you close?” he moaned loudly. “Hum? I can’t last much longer- Ah… Baby, you feel so good around me.”

“I’m so close baby, just keep going. Please, just a little more… Please,” you moaned and Jimin stopped his movements for a couple seconds after hearing you pleading for him. He knew that he was way too close and you weren’t helping. You begging for him had always been one of his biggest weaknesses.

“Anything for you,” and just like that, his hops were back at it, full speed and thrusting with a strength you hadn’t felt before.

Jimin's and your loud moans were a clear indication of how close you both were. And when you enveloped both your arms around Jimin's thick neck and he thrust himself inside you one last time, before falling on top of you, you came together. Your insides milked him as he kept thrusting his hips softly against yours.

"I love you," you heard him sigh, breathless, against your neck.

"I love yo-"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

5:30 AM. It was Jimin's time to get up and you looked at him as he reached for his phone, on top of the coffee table. "That's my cue," he chuckled, still breathless. And you looked at him in pity.

"You didn't even get to sleep, baby."

"You gave me enough oxytocin to last the whole day. Also, it's not the first time I stay up the whole night. You try to get some sleep, you still have some time," he whispered, still trying to leave your warm embrace.

"Can't you ask the boys to meet up like an hour later or so?" you asked, tightening your arms around his neck, so he wouldn't be able to leave.

"No... Hoseok would kill me," Jimin answered, smiling at your attempt to keep him close.

"If you faint, I will kill you."

"If I faint, I will blame it on you, you sex-starved woman! Always tiring me out!" he laughed against your neck and you slapped his strong shoulder. He raised his head, pressing a soft and long kiss against your lips. "I'll go get ready. Bye baby, see you tonight."

You didn't answer, just resting your head on the soft pillow, already starting to drift off to sleep, just before hearing Jimin scream from the main door.

"Be ready at 8:30! And think where you want to go get dinner."

Jimin wasn't home at 8:30 that night.

He arrived at 10:25 PM, but as you looked into his tired and apologetic eyes, when he stepped inside your house, with flowers in one hand and a bag of KFC takeaway in the other, you knew that no matter how many times Jimin said 'i'm sorry', he'd always mean it. And that was what truly mattered because for as long as he meant it, you knew he loved you. And you loved him.

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sweetainwen · 2 years

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ғɪʟᴛᴇʀ [PJM]

Summary: she just has to choose him, and he will be the filter that will illuminate the picture of her life.

Pairings: yandere lover!Jimin x married fem!OC (you can think of her as Y/N)

Genre: infidelity!au, yandere!au, smut

Disclaimer: this story is fictional, so each character is not as described in it.

Warnings: obsessive behaviour, manipulation, age gap (OC 7 years older), sad jimin :(, unprotected sex (OC is on pill), oral(f.), praise kink?, lovesick!jimin, sub!jimin?, mention of death character, OC is different :D

Word count: 1.9k+

A/N: i hope my smut scenes are not boring and repetitive to you :) I’m doing my best to try not to make them look the same, so forgive me if they do look that way x)

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” Jimin whispered between their voracious kisses, his voice filled with longing as he pressed her bare body between his own and the bed after pulling her inside his apartment and bedroom.

“I missed you too, baby.” Her hands were busy playing with his soft hair while one hand of his was cupping one of her breasts. “You were on my mind every fucking minute.”

His eyes lit up, a bright smile adorning his face as he looked up at her, “Yeah? Even when you were with him?”

He took one of her nipple into his mouth and began taking turns between sucking and circling his tongue around it as the other breast was squeezed and massaged lightly, making her quiver with arousal and want.

His lips ended on hers again, taking her lower lip lightly between his teeth, staring, “When he was kissing you?”

The hand previously on her breast moved down, fingers reaching her folds and rubbing her clit.

She arched her back and spread her legs, a soft, brief moan escaping her lips.

“When he was touching you?” his hot breath now fanned the shell of her ear, lips brushing as he spoke.

Quickly he moved down her body and she whimpered at the loss of his touch, making him grin.

He wrapped her legs around his shoulders and dived in, his tongue twirling and licking until he could turn her into a moaning mess.

He pushed his fingers in and out of her, causing her to tug on his red locks and her toes to curl.

“Ah- Jimin- fuck-”

He stopped, pinching her clit and she wailed slightly, surprised but thrilled by that gesture.

He growled, “Look at me and answer my questions.”

Their eyes met, their erratic breaths filling the room, feeling at its best the yearning reflected in their obs and spreading it throughout their bodies.

“Yes, yes! When I’m with him, when he kisses me, touches me, fucks me-”

His kiss cut her off, a growl escaping his throat from the burning jealousy and possessiveness invading his chest and guiding his actions.

His fingers were again thrusting in and out of her, a dark glint in his eyes.

He hissed when he saw her smirk, gritting his teeth, “You love watching me like this, right? Making me feel second to him?”

She moaned, arching her back and running her fingers through his hair before pulling at it.

Her gaze darkened, a sinister grin and a mocking sparkle in her orbs coming into view, making him stop his movements and gulp, “Want to be second to none? Think you are worth it?” Her hand slid down and palmed his length, squeezing a few times and hearing him whine.

“Yes, yes! Ngh- I’m worth more than him!” His eyes were glistering, desperate to convey his love, more whimpers leaving his mouth at the feeling of her hand pumping his cock, “I can make you- ah- feel better! I can appreciate you better! I can fuck you better!”

“Then show me, baby boy. Fuck me raw better than him. ”

His brain stopped working, eyes wide, breath knocked out of his lungs and heart racing. But he did not let her tell him twice.

Wrapping her legs around his hips, he entered her without waiting for another second, stretching her out deliciously and making her gasp.

His eyes never left her face. Observing how drops of sweat would fall down her temples. How her eyes were shut and her mouth open from the pleasure he was giving her. How amazing and mind-blowing was to feel her bare for the first time. How their bodies were melding together while speeding up his pace.

“Noona- ngh- noona…”

“Shit- you’re so fucking good, baby. Fuck- Such a good boy, fucking me better than my husband.” Shivers ran down his entire body, euphoria taking over his mind at her words. “I’m gonna take you well, making you cum inside me.”

He hid his face in the crook of her neck, slamming into her once more, getting him in even deeper to hit her favorite spot.

She sobbed, clenching around his cock. Her arms went around his back and nails dug into his skin. His grunts and her moans turning them on even more.

“Yes, there- fuck- oh, my God! You’re so good- I’m- baby-“

He was shuddering, living for her praises and her.

“Ah- Noona, tell me you’re mine,” a shaky plea, looking at her, his thrusts erratic. “Tell me- Tell me I’m the only one, please. Noona-“

He was so close and he knew she was too, but he wanted to hear it. He craved for it.

“I’m yours, fucking yours, baby-“

He kissed her, their moans muffled by their lips. They shuddered as she tightened around him and he came inside her.

Jimin laid his head on her breasts while they both tried to catch their breaths, still inside her.

She smiled, a hand gently caressing his back up and down as the other played with his hair.

“This feels so nice…” He sighed dreamily, closing his eyes. “You and me.”

“I know. It’s perfect.”

He raised his head and smiled, “Like you. Perfect for me like I’m perfect for you.”

She gave him a peck, biting her bottom lip at his fluttering and sweet words that would make anyone fall at his feet.

And she giggled, pleasing his ears. But the ringtone customized for that obstacle between them ruined the mood.

His smile died when he felt her fingers tap his back to urge him to move and make her get up. Reluctantly he did so and watched her disappear from the room to the living room to get the bag he had thrown on the floor out of impatience to claim her.

The soft tone in which she began to speak to him made him grit his teeth and ball his hands into fists.

He knew she now had a sweet smile adorning her face, twisting a lock of hair around her finger. Blinking slowly with a focused expression on what he was telling her, occasionally humming when he spoke.

Little details he noticed when she was with him that he believed were meant only for him, but it turned out he had been wrong all along.

Lost in his own world, he had not been aware of her presence and her knowing gaze on him.

When she bent over to kiss him, he came back to reality. As soon as he saw her expression, he guessed what she wanted to tell him and his heart sank.

“I’m sorry. He came back early from his business trip and planned a dinner out for the two of us for tonight.”

He scoffed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She pressed her lips into a thin line, a pang of sadness and guilt hitting her chest.

She knelt before him, cupping his face, “My baby, my love. We just have to wait.”

“Why not divorce now?”

“Just wait a little bit. The right time will come and we’ll get rid of him. I promise.” Their lips touched again and she smiled, “Shall we shower together? You made a mess down there. I think you need to change the sheets, too.”

Jimin smiled back, chuckling at her words, “I always make a mess between you and me, Yoora Noona.”

She smacked his arm and a laugh came out of both their mouths.

Jimin watched as she gathered her clothes and took a new pair of underwear from the wardrobe drawer he had emptied for her.

Same scene every time. The same scene that always made him feel the urge to screw it all up and take her away with him. And that made him realize that nothing would change.

A casual encounter that had taken place in an art gallery, where they had discussed what they perceived from the paintings hanging on the walls of it, had led to another series of meetings there and created between the two an understanding that he did not believe would blossom into love.

A love he had to hide under layers, filters of simple acquaintance.

An acquaintance with the same passion for art.

Did he seriously believe she would leave him? He was pathetic.

But he was also in love with a woman who truly made him feel alive, important, wanted.

Yet she was hiding him like a filter hiding imperfections in a photo.

But oh, he was not an imperfection. He was what she needed every day, the one who would change her life and fulfill her every wish.

She just had to pick and choose him.

Entrust herself to him and only him, and he would be the filter that would illuminate the picture of her life.

She was hesitating, though, because of that excuse of a husband.

And it was at that moment, as he was kissed by her and the front door was closed, leaving him alone one more time, that he decided to let out a side of himself that had begun to grow and destroy his sanity even more.

A side that had on its conscience the death of a married man, satisfied with how Yoora had returned into his arms after the news, talking about how it still shocked her – it was someone she had once loved, knowing he was gone had its own effect.

“The funeral will be in two days. I still can’t believe it.”

Jimin placed his lips on her forehead before rubbing his cheek against her head, pulling her closer under the blanket, “Try to sleep now, love. I’m here.”

Now it was all over. He could see her walking around the house at all hours, having a good morning and good night kiss, feeling her warmth and presence without fear of seeing her leave in a hurry.

They could be together in the open without any problems, no subterfuge, no imperfections masked by something else.

And he smiled at his thoughts, drifting off to sleep with the woman he loved.

As a result, he could not hear the happy humming fill the room as one of her hands gently brushed his face.

A sinister smile tugged at her lips, “See Jimin? All it took was the right moment. And getting rid of him was easy. You did really a good job.”

Yoora was ecstatic. It was better than she has expected.

When they had met, she had sensed something different about him. Something that had attracted her like a magnet to him.

And when she had gotten to know him more closely, her instinctive thought had been confirmed.

All it took was a little push and she would bring out his true self concealed by so many different filters. And there he was.

It had taken years, but she had finally succeeded. She thought he was her husband, but Jimin- oh, Jimin was on a whole other level.

The person her deceased mother had said she would find in due time. A person who would be someone different whenever he wanted, who would fulfill everything like a genie, placing her first as a priority.

Jimin was perfect.

They both disguised one part of them behind another that came out with the right person, complementing each other.

Like when you pick a filter, and a change would occur.

It could come out the way you want or go in a completely different direction. Maybe show more of what you didn’t want to show.

It would be a mess.

But it was not something to worry about. Using another filter to conceal the one put before was an everyday occurance, after all.

She just had to make sure she was careful not to expose more than she had to.

Now her mother would be happy. She had found the right one.

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