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the misadventures list; 5 (m)

➜ the night shift can be very wild at times. you’ve witnessed so many strange, concerning and absurd situations happen inside the tiny convenience store that you could make a long list with everything that got you stunned - and the situation that takes the prize of being the weirdest of your list is the night a desperate millionaire, for the sake of saving his fortune, asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend.

pairing: playboy!jimin x (f) reader

genre: smut, comedy (?), fluff • fake dating au

warnings: toxic parents. brief mentions of homofobia. alcohol consumption. explicit sexual content (semi-public sex, oral m&f receiving, throat fucking, unprotected sex, praise kink kinda, cum play, dirty talk). made-up celebrities. me trying to be funny i guess

rating: 18+

word count: 20k

A/N: i can't thank you guys enough for waiting for this update! i know it's been a while but i hope you enjoy this chapter as much as i enjoyed writing it!! as always, feedback is MUCH appreciated <3

➜ Chapters: check out masterlist in bio!

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It’s almost 6PM.

Jimin is not happy about it.

The change in his expression as he checks the hour on his phone is subtle, but you see it as clear as day. The smile that remained on his lips and vanished from his eyes. He sighs, putting the phone inside his back pocket, and goes back to saying his goodbyes to everyone at the pier.

It makes you forget for a second that you were in the process of saving your own number on Jane’s phone.

You look down once again, fingers hesitating over the keyboard. Damn. You weren’t supposed to be making friends. Jane is the lesser problem right here - she doesn’t know anyone from Jimin’s family except Jimin himself. The problem is that many of Jungkook’s friends are Jimin’s, too, and they asked for your number or your Instagram. Which, sure, isn’t that big of a deal and isn’t something unpredictable either, but hey, your purpose here is to pretend for just three days. You’re supposed to vanish from Jimin’s life right after it’s over. “Vanishing” doesn’t include making friends with his friends.

“What? You forgot your number?” Jane asks, eyeing you. She’s so drunk that it’s obvious that she’s not seeing you really.

“Yeah, I’m… a little dizzy.” You chuckle awkwardly. That’s a lie, though - you’re not drunk in the slightest. As soon as you noticed that alcohol was making you act weird, you stopped with the cocktails and drank as much water as possible to dissipate it from your system (so much pee). Going to the Park’s private concert drunk is out of question.

Giving in, you type your real number on her phone and hand it back to her. Jane smiles.

“I’m so glad that we met, Y/N! You’re such a great person! For real, like, you have a nice vibe!” Jane says excitedly. Yeah, definitely drunk. “We should meet again before the trip is over!”

It won’t be possible, of course. You’re not free to do whatever you want. But you nod anyway, hoping she won’t remember anything later. “Sure, let’s go out!”

Your little chat is interrupted by Jungkook calling everyone for a group photo. As soon as everyone starts gathering in a spot, you feel Jimin’s hand resting on your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His grip is warm and gentle and heat spreads from the spot he touches. His hair is kind of a mess right now, yet he still manages to look cute. Jimin doesn’t say anything, just sends you a small smile before posing for the camera.

A few clicks later, he leans over to say quietly in your ear: “We really have to go now.”

You nod. Both of you still have to get ready for the concert in a few hours. As Jimin explained, up until now, only his parents’ closest friends arrived; tonight, though, is when the real people will arrive. Not causing a good impression on them is not an option.

You start to make your way out of there, in the midst of saying goodbye to the people you walk past (consciously ignoring the vultures that were around Jimin, though. You ain’t acting nice to them at all). As you both walk past Jungkook, Jimin puts his hand over the younger’s shoulder and sends him a warning gaze.

“You better sober up,” he says. Jungkook only opens a carefree smirk in response.

“C’mon, I’m not even that drunk yet. Don’t worry.” You’re not so sure about that, though; there’s something kind of psychotic about his silly smile. “See you guys later!”

Instead of arguing, Jimin just sighs.

And finally, you’re walking away from the pier.

It’s quieter now, which honestly is such a relief. The temperature started to cool down a bit. The sun has already disappeared behind the horizon line, yet the sky is still clear, painted in beautiful shades of orange, yellow and pink. You just walk in silence, hands behind your back, feeling a little funny. Since you stayed a long time in the water, it feels as if your body is still floating. It’s been a while since you felt this way.

“Jimin, I wanted to ask you a question…” you say quietly after a while.

After not getting a response, you frown and look around. Jimin isn’t beside you.

He’s a few steps behind, holding his phone to eye level.

“What are you doing?”

Jimin smiles. “Registering the moment.”

You quirk one eyebrow up and walk back to where he stands, a little bit confused. Jimin lets you see his phone for a second.

Your jaw drops.

You stand at the very center of the photo he took, your back turned to him, hair swaying with the wind. The beautiful sight of the evening sky serves as an astonishing background, the last beams of sunlight framing your figure beautifully. It’s breathtaking. He made such a trivial moment become something incredible with a single shot.

“What the hell?!” You exclaim, astonished, making Jimin chuckle. “You’ll send me this, right? This has to go on my Instagram feed!”

“Nope.” He says in a cocky manner, sticking his phone to his chest so you can't see it anymore. “I’m gatekeeping this one.”

“Aw, come on! That’s not fair!” You cross your arms and frown at him. "What are you going to do with this photo anyway?"

"It's my lockscreen already." His eyebrows shoot up in a playful expression. "What makes me remember, you should change yours, too. Why didn't we change it before? Such an amateur mistake!" He swiftly takes your phone from your hand and opens the front camera.

"What are you doing-?"

You gasp softly when Jimin pulls you by the waist, sticking your body to his. "Smile, pretty!"

His act was so sudden that you, indeed, end up cracking a genuine smile - at the same moment his lips touch your cheek tenderly.

Click.

Jimin steps away and smiles proudly at the photo. "We look like a real couple here. Come on, set it as your lockscreen."

You take the phone back from his hand, feeling a little dizzy.

Oh well.

You literally made out with him in front of everyone just a few hours ago, in the middle of the ocean. Why does the chaste kiss he planted on your cheek still makes your face burn? Is it because now you're alone, not having to pretend to be a couple anymore, that his act felt much more intimate? But… there was no one else around during your first kiss at the beach, either.

It's because you're head over heels for him already.

You shake your head frantically as if to yank these thoughts away from your head. No no no. I'm not falling that easily. I'm a cold hearted bitch. I'm just flattered because he's cute and hot and rich, but it'll go away. Right?

"Yeah, right." You mumble.

"What?" Jimin quirks one eyebrow up.

"What?" You freeze, realizing that you voiced your thoughts out loud. "I-I mean- I want to ask you something."

"Oh." He puts his hands behind his back and starts walking again. You follow him shortly. "What is it?"

You munch the inside of your cheek nervously. "You can not tell me if you don't want to. But… what happened earlier today? That family meeting, I mean. Is there anything I need to know?"

The carefree glint in his eyes immediately disappears. Jimin looks down at his feet. "Oh."

An uncomfortable silence settles between you, only the sounds of the ocean and voices from the other people at the pier lingering. It makes you regret making that question as soon as the words leave your mouth. "You really don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." You say hesitantly after a few seconds.

"No, it's alright." Jimin reassures, but he's still staring at his feet. He sighs and shakes his head. It's so painful to see him sulking this way whenever his family is mentioned… "Basically, they called me to say that Eunbi's parents are pissed about us."

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Really?" You came prepared to be hated by Jimin's parents, but Eunbi's as well? Shit. As if one billionaire middle aged couple of enemies wasn't enough.

"Really." Jimin nods. You have finally reached the stairs that lead to the street level. This pier is within the resort's property, actually, so you're not that far from the bungalows, and the main building is just a few streets ahead. "They came thinking that the engagement was already settled. Without asking for our opinions, you know. They think that bringing you here is disrespectful to their daughter."

"Oh." You knit your eyebrows. "So… they don't care if you're in an actual relationship. They'd want you to break up so you can get married to someone you barely know… even if you weren't aware of the engagement?"

"Yep. That's exactly how they think." He sighs heavily.

You go up the stairs in silence. Your brain is working furiously. "This won't put you into real trouble, right?"

Jimin chuckles. "Y/N, the whole point of bringing you here was to put me in trouble. I want to stress them. Just don't worry too much, okay? Worrying will give you wrinkles, and you have to look wonderful tonight."

You're finally standing on the sidewalk, where one of the Park family butlers already waits to take you both back to the bungalow (he's wearing a short sleeved dress shirt, at least. Poor butlers, having to wear suits in the summer!). Your stomach twirls in nervousness. Spending the afternoon so freely made you forget for a bit your actual purpose here.

"You go without me, pretty. I'll get ready at Jungkook's place."

You turn to him, frowning in a confused expression. "What? Why?"

The happy gleam in his eyes comes back slowly as he steps closer. "I already explained that today is a little more serious, right? More guests arrived, we have to impress people… so I hired a team to take care of you. Hairstylist, makeup artist and stuff. They're already waiting for you."

"Oh." You feel your face burning for some reason. It should be expected of him to do something like that - even obvious, since all the socialites attending are probably getting the same treatment - but still, you can't help but feel a little flustered. "Okay." You change the weight of your body from one leg to another nervously. "So… see you later, I guess?"

Jesus Christ.

He's doing it again.

Standing directly in front of you with his hands behind his back, a mysterious lip tightened smile and mischief in his eyes, watching your every movement with amusement. If your face was hot a few seconds ago, now your entire body is feverish. Will you ever get used to this? The things Jimin makes you feel without even touching you are kind of amazing. Imagine when he actually touch you the way you want the most-

Hey, pervert. Stop.

"I think I've said this a hundred times already… but it's kinda rude to just stand and stare at people." You say, eyebrows knitted - but you can't manage to sound annoyed at all.

Jimin smirks.

"I want to kiss you."

You're so taken aback that your eyes widen.

"Huh?"

"Don't huh at me." He steps even closer - so close that you feel the heat emanating from his body. He rests his hand in the junction of your jaw and your neck, spreading even more heat from that spot. You don't push him away. All this heat is going to make you melt like a popsicle. "Don't try to look innocent right now. You shoved your tongue in my throat not long ago, missy."

You giggle, avoiding his gaze for a moment. "I already said… I was just method acting."

"Hmm." Jimin nods slowly, biting his bottom lip. The sight makes you weak on the knees. "Sure. So, me kissing you right now means I'm method acting because one of the butlers is watching and we can't look suspicious around them, okay? Because they're my parents' eyes and ears, okay? Not because I want to kiss you." His voice gets lower as he leans in, a faked innocent expression that has you smiling and melting at the same time. "Just to make it clear so there's no misunderstanding. Okay?"

"Okay." You nod.

"Good. I'd hate if you got it all wrong."

Your giggle is muffled by his lips on yours.

Your hands instinctively rest on each side of his waist, while he cups your face with both hands. Oh God… his plump lips are addicting. This kiss is slower and somehow more peaceful than the one you shared in the sea, but it makes your heart race and your senses go crazy nevertheless. Your lips move slowly, in sync with his. You can feel him smiling within the kiss, which causes your knees to feel even weaker.

He breaks the kiss not too long after, aware that you're standing in the middle of the sidewalk, but not taking his hands off of you. Yet again, he bites his bottom lip, analyzing your features carefully. "Hari will be there. You'll have a lot of territory to mark. Be ready."

You throw your head back, laughing. "Sure. You really are enjoying this way too much, huh?"

"I am. Why wouldn't I?" He confesses cheekily, shrugging. He pecks your lips one last time, lingering for a little longer, before finally letting you go. "See you later, pretty."

"See you."

You hope that Jimin doesn't notice that your legs kind of forgot how to walk as you distance yourself from him towards the butler. Because yes, you feel like a poor popsicle melting under the scorching Hawaiian sun. The sun has Jimin's face, which makes you remember the Teletubbies for some reason, earning a quiet giggle from you. The butler eyes you as if you're crazy.

Maybe you are getting crazy.

But to be honest - this insanity is sweeter than any popsicle you could ever taste.

As a kid, you always fantasized about being Mia from The Princess Diaries. Call it escapism if you want - fantasizing about a perfect life while yours was awful - but it was a dream of yours. Imagine: finding out your grandmother is a queen? Going from a regular loser to a crown princess? Who wouldn't want that?

You haven't thought of that movie in years. Now, as you stand in front of the mirror, it suddenly pops up in your head. Yes, Mia's iconic "transformation" scene.

Except you didn't think you were ugly before, which means right now, you're feeling like a literal goddess.

Maybe that's why God didn't make me rich, you think. Maybe he knew if I looked like this on a daily basis, I would be the most unbearable human being in this world.

"Did you like it?" The hairstylist, Christine, asks, eyeing you expectantly.

If I liked it?! I look like the hottest bitch you'll ever see in your life!

But instead of letting everyone see your God complex, you just nod and smile politely. "I loved it!"

Your eyes focus on the mirror again.

Jimin suggested you'd both wear black tonight as an evil joke. Traditionally, the dinner followed by the private concert is a more "informal" event, so everyone should dress accordingly with colorful outfits (you're in Hawaii, after all). Let's wear black. It represents me grieving my freedom, he said jokingly at the mall. You chuckled and thought he was being dramatic back then, but after everything you've witnessed for the past 48 hours, you realize that Jimin wasn't really joking when he said that.

The Yves Saint Lauren dress you two picked is quite simple: a short, strapless and sleeveless dress with a straight neckline. It's perfectly balanced between sexy and elegant: it enhances your curves the right amount, not enough to be considered vulgar by the aunties. Although it's strapless, it doesn't squeeze your boobies up so the uncles won't get "distracted" (ew). It's so simple but fits your body so well that you can't help but stare at your own reflection in awe. Simple black Givenchy sandals complete the outfit.

Being a (poor) fashion enthusiast, this whole experience is like heaven to you. One thing is to see new collections and judge new trends; another completely different thing is to get to wear a piece from a high fashion house. It's not only about prices and status. This dress is so well cut and woven that it seems to be alive, as if it knows where to be tight and where to be loose.

Doing your own makeup and hair was never a problem and you could do a pretty good job by yourself, but professionals doing it is on another level. Christine styled your hair back, carefully parting it and tucking it behind your ears, so your face is highlighted. Marco (the makeup artist) made your skin look impeccable, as smooth as baby butt cheeks (it's crazy how makeup can lie, huh?); the winged eyeliner, albeit simple, enhances the natural shape of your eyes. The lashes are subtle and make your eyes appear bigger. He completed the look by placing tiny little glitter dots under the waterline, one for each eye, so they kinda look like shiny tears (you suggested it, by the way, being carried away by the whole "grieving" concept. Talk about drama). He chose a lipstick color close to the natural color of your lips, making them appear shiny, plump and healthy.

And finally - the jewelry.

Mr. Zhou arrived at the bungalow a few minutes ago, carrying a leather, medium sized suitcase. You greet each other politely. Jimin texted saying that he would bring the jewelry you'd wear tonight - and you were anxious all along, because while you planned the outfits, he had already said you'd wear jewelry, but he didn't tell which jewelry; didn't show a single photo of what you'd wear, simply asked you to trust him. Although you learned to trust his fashion sense pretty fast, you don't like surprises at all. What if it's something extravagant that would ruin the look?

"Mr. Jimin picked those pieces from the Park jewelry collection himself," Mr. Zhou explains as he puts white gloves on (oh shit - this is so expensive that he has to wear gloves to touch it?!). "He said they would suit you fine - and I agree."

The chief butler opens the suitcase and takes the biggest black velvet case from inside, opening it.

It takes all of your self control not to gasp.

It's a gorgeous diamond necklace (yes, diamonds, fucking real diamonds!); it looks like a thick chain, actually, and at the center of it, sits a bigger emerald (yes, an emerald, a fucking real emerald!). Inside the box there are also subtle emerald earrings framed by tiny diamonds; since the necklace is already too much, the earrings have to be subtle to accompany them.

“I present you The Serpent’s Eye.” Mr. Zhou explains eloquently. “Tiffany & Co., designed by Paloma Picasso and acquired by the Park family in 2006.” He takes the necklace from the velvet case carefully. "If you'll allow me…"

"Of course." You say, turning around and facing the mirror again - but you do so hesitantly, because being the fashion enthusiast you are, you recognize the name Paloma Picasso, and the fact that you’re about to have one of her original designs around your neck scares you. You’ve been very well aware that every piece of clothing you wear is worth thousands, but these pieces must be worth much more than everything else combined.

Mr. Zhou stands behind you and places the necklace around your neck, the cool touch of metal and diamonds making you shiver. The necklace sits just above your collarbones. The name of the design is understandable - it indeed resembles a small snake tangled around your neck. He also helps you put the small earrings on.

Finally, Mr. Zhou steps aside.

"You look astonishing, Miss. Y/N," he says, and honestly, he sounds like he means it.

Yeah, I do, it’s what you want to say - but instead, you say “Thank you.”

It’s exactly what Jimin intended: elegance. If you’re too extravagant, his parents would hate it, and it’d make you look cheap no matter how expensive your clothes actually are. If it’s too simple, it’d look like you have no fashion sense. This look is the perfect balance. Your natural beauty is the focus, everything else just meant to highlight you.

You look like a celebrity.

You look like them. Like someone’s rich daughter. And yes, it’s conflicting, because you never wanted to look like them - but you can’t deny that you like what you see in the mirror.

You understand Jimin better now. Of course - he's an old money child, he doesn't know any lifestyle other than this. You're just having a little taste of what this life is. Yet, you can understand why he's so desperate to not lose his portion of the Park family fortune. Who wouldn't want to live such a lavish life? Who wouldn't want to look their absolute best at any opportunity, to wear clothes worth thousands just because they can?

Mr. Zhou looks at the watch on his wrist. “Now that you’re ready, I should take you to the event hall as soon as possible.”

“Am I late?” You ask in a worried tone.

“Fashionably late. I’m sure everyone will understand. It takes time to look your best.” Mr. Zhou reassures. Why is he being so nice today? “I will wait for you outside, Miss Y/N.”

You nod. As Christine and Marco pack their things, you don’t forget to thank them over and over again for their wonderful job. They seem like pretty nice people, actually, and you'd like to get to know them better, but you have no time to. Two other butlers will assist their exit. You take the small black clutch that literally can only fit your phone and a small lipgloss before walking out of the bungalow where Mr. Zhou already waits.

No golf car today. Instead, that same Mercedes Maybach from yesterday is parked outside. Mr. Zhou politely opens the door for you and helps you get inside the car before taking his place on the driver's seat.

Another wave of nervousness hits your stomach as he turns the car on and finally starts making his way towards the hall - a separate building within the hotel's property, sitting in front of the ocean, not far from the pier. The ride will take probably 5 minutes. You exhale heavily, checking yourself again with the front camera, before tapping Jimin's contact.

you: i'm coming

He replies almost instantly:

jimin: waiting for you outside

Oh. You didn't think he'd already be there. You put the phone inside the clutch again and look out the window, chewing the inside of your cheek.

"Are you nervous, Miss Y/N?" Mr. Zhou asks out of sudden, snapping you back to reality. He keeps the formal tone; his voice is soothing.

"A little bit, I'll admit." You say with a lip tightened smile.

"Tonight, you'll be meeting Jimin's parents' close friends and allies from other companies." He continues. He always speaks as if he's picking his words carefully. "It's quite important to them. It's not just a celebratory event, you see… they reassure their place within society and business today."

You frown slightly.

Mr. Zhou never talked this much. Although he keeps that formal persona, you see that he's trying to tell you something very specific, just avoiding the direct words to do so.

And yes, you get the message.

"You don’t need to worry, Mr. Zhou.” You say, crossing your arms, your expression hardening like stone in seconds. “I won’t embarrass the Park family in front of their friends.”

You see the butler nodding. “You’re smart.” He remarks. “Intelligence is important if you want to be accepted in the family.”

I would never in a million years want to be part of this family, you think. Instead, you just gulp and grip your arms, trying to ease the growing anger.

Finally, he parks in front of the events building. Yet, instead of immediately going out - and stopping you from opening the door yourself, since you’re already annoyed, Mr. Zhou turns around on his seat to look at you directly.

His expression is serious.

“I don’t want you to take my words badly, Miss Y/N.” He says in a quiet, yet stern voice. “I have been watching over this family even before Jimin was born. I know each of them very well, and I know how dysfunctional they are. When I say you have to be smart around them and watch yourself very carefully, I don’t say it to belittle you; I say it because I know what they would be capable of doing if you offend them somehow.”

“Are you trying to scare me?” You lean forward a bit, getting defensive. “Did they tell you to threaten me?”

“No.” His voice and expression don’t change despite your obvious outrage. “I am warning you because I see that you’re not quite aware of the type of people you’re dealing with. And because you seem like a respectable young lady.” Mr. Zhou’s eyes soften a bit. “I see that Jimin likes you a lot. I’m not quite sure of what your relationship with him really is, and I’d be happy if it’s genuine, because he really needs it in his life. But I know Jimin very well…” Mr. Zhou tilts his head to the side, frowning a bit. “...and I’d hate it if you're somehow harmed because of his immaturity.”

He sends a last significant gaze before finally opening the door.

You just have these short seconds to recover your breath before he opens the door for you. Shit. What he said actually gets you. Call it naivety or whatnot - but you didn’t stop to consider that Jimin’s parents are actually powerful people that could mess up your life if you annoy them enough. But… Jimin wouldn’t have asked for your help if he knew his parents would try anything serious against you, right?

Mr. Zhou knows Jimin better than you do and he just called him immature.

Oh shit.

The butler opens the door and offers his hand for you to walk out of the car. Now, you’re not just nervous - you’re worried.

Thankfully, the temperature dropped - it's still considerably hot, but much more comfortable than hours ago. You stand up, inhaling the fresh nightly air, and look at the gigantic building in front of you. Important events happen here quite frequently. Large marble stairs lead to the entrance of the hall. There is a gathering of women and men dressed elegantly slowly making their ways inside, greeting each other politely as they walk in, as well as many security guards. You stand on the sidewalk and nervously look around, searching for Jimin.

You spot him before he spots you.

He's standing at the corner, kind of hidden, close to the first steps, absently checking his phone. You already knew what he would be wearing tonight, but to see him in the outfit makes your brain malfunction.

Obviously, Jimin wears all black: a silk turtleneck under a black glitter Louis Vuitton blazer that fits him marvelously. The turtleneck is tucked into the dress pants. On his feet, leather black boots. His hair is pushed back, a single strand falling on his forehead, and he uses a pair of shades to complete the look. Instead of the usual dangly earrings, he wears small hoops tonight that match the outfit very well. Once again, you're left astonished at how this man is doing basically nothing - just standing there with one of his hands tucked inside the front pocket of his pants, checking his phone with a blank expression - but Gosh, he's gorgeous. His posture is perfect: he has the elegance of a swan, the grandeur of an eagle, and the confident gaze of a tiger about to slash you to pieces. In fact, he looks so good that you even forget the short talk you had with Mr. Zhou a minute ago.

It takes him around three seconds to lift his gaze from the phone and spot you.

It's funny, because you see the exact moment he freezes.

The shades slide down the bridge of his nose. He looks at you with slightly widened eyes and parted lips. It's like he's in shock.

Then, a smile breaks its way and lightens his face.

Jimin shoves the phone inside the pocket of his pants and rushes to you in a second. Nervousness bubbles within your stomach at every step he takes. It doesn’t help that he walks with the stance of a model - he’s definitely doing this on purpose. Handsome men that know they are handsome are the most dangerous type. Jimin is not only very well aware of his appearance, he uses it to his advantage all the time.

And when he stops in front of you, checking you out from head to toe - it’s like you can’t even breathe.

It’s a different feeling from yesterday. There’s no playfulness in his eyes at all. Only that same electricity hanging in the air you felt earlier today at the yacht - when you sat on his lap, when you kissed. This electricity is getting more and more intense, it’s like you’ll start seeing sparks around you at any moment. Fuck, he didn’t even touch you yet. You don’t know how much longer you can resist…

Honestly, you’re not sure if you want to keep resisting at this point.

Jimin takes your hand and makes you twirl around, earning a soft giggle from you. He bites his bottom lip, that mischievous smirk making you feel weak on the knees.

“Just so you know,” he says in a low voice, putting his hand on your waist, “If I make a fool of myself in front of everyone, I’m blaming you. Because I won’t be paying attention to anything else tonight.”

You giggle again, tentatively touching the lapel of his blazer. It’s beautifully embroidered with circular patterns; you can only see them if you stand close enough, though. Your sight lingers on his lips (for long seconds; they’re so plump and glossy and delicious) before you look into his eyes again. “I could say the same thing, Mr. Park.”

Jimin’s smirk widens and he tilts his head to the side. “I knew The Serpent’s Eye would suit you.” He touches the necklace with his fingertips. The action makes you gulp - this necklace seems to weigh tons and you’ve been painfully aware of it all the time, your anxious brain already making up scenarios of you losing the millionaire design and Jimin’s parents making you pay with your life.

“Why did you choose it, by the way?” You quirk one eyebrow up in a teasing expression. “Are you calling me a snake? Should I be offended?”

Jimin chuckles. “Of course not. Serpents are astute and smart animals… just like you.” Sir, the actual smooth person here is you, not me. “Not everyone can pull off such an aggressive design. I knew none of my mother’s friends would dare to choose it.”

Jimin hooks your arm around his and slowly starts to guide you towards the stairs. “So your mom lets her friends borrow her jewelry?” You ask.

“From the family collection, yes.” Jimin nods in a gracious movement. “The most expensive pieces, only to the closest and most important guests. It’s a sign of trust and respect.”

“But your mother surely doesn’t respect me.” You say between gritted teeth, aware of the people around you.

“Don’t worry, she won’t say a word about it. It’d be weird if the guests noticed that her daughter-in-law isn’t wearing one of the pieces. Like I told you… this event is about appearances. She’d rather die than let people think her family isn’t perfect.”

Daughter-in-law. This makes you shiver. You've been her fake in law for barely 48 hours and it already feels like hell. Imagine being her real in law… Jieun must’ve done some awful things in her past life to deserve this, honestly.

You’re forced to pay attention to your real surroundings before you can overthink more, though, when you realize you’re the center of attention.

This is probably the closest you’ll ever feel to being a celebrity. It’s not unusual to be the center of attention when it’s your birthday, for example. But this… this feels different. You don’t know most of these people, just some familiar faces from earlier today - yet, it seems that they already know you, they measure you up and down, they smile and greet you before you can. Sure… your arm is hooked with one of this event’s hosts, the Park’s youngest son. Yet, you see that people are also actually seeing you. You’re not just Jimin’s accessory.

Is this good? You’re not sure. This means they’ve heard from you somehow. In the span of less than 48 hours, these unknown people have been talking about you.

They approach you with curious smiles; they greet you and Jimin, make some shallow - almost diplomatic - comment about the weather or how long they haven’t seen Jimin or about the outfits or I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N! (how the hell did they hear a lot about you in such a short time, though?) or you make a gorgeous couple! (you know they’re not lying about this bit; you do look gorgeous). They do not look at you disapprovingly, so you can confirm that the outfit choice was indeed appropriate for the event, albeit dramatic.

“You’re great at this, did you know that?” Jimin compliments after yet another middle aged couple walks away, leaning a bit closer to your ear so only you can hear. “You even remember their names.”

“I have a good memory,” you say between a gritted-teeth smile. “Also, working on customer service teaches you a few things.”

“Really? You weren’t this charming when we met at that convenience store.” He says in a teasing way, cocking an eyebrow up.

“First of all, I met you sitting on the floor behind a fridge. You looked like a freak.” He lets a giggle at that. “Second, I’ve moonlighted as a waitress many times. And event hostess. Never any event of this level, of course.”

The last sentence was spoken in a quieter tone. Once again, you’re a bit scared of how Jimin - and everyone else - don’t seem to be bothered by the absolutely luxurious environment around. The immense hall is decorated in similar white and cream tones from the dinner yesterday (there’s a reason for that; Jimin’s parents are celebrating their 30th anniversary, the Pearl anniversary, apparently). Even waiters and waitresses, walking around with silver platters in hands and pretty smiles on their faces, wear cream uniforms. There are literal cascades of white lilies and roses so beautifully entangled that you’re intrigued at how they managed to arrange that. The round dinner tables are also decorated with white flowers at the center. There is a massive ice sculpture of an open oyster with a pearl in it at the entrance of the hall; the presence of pearls and oysters is almost everywhere in the decoration. The hostesses and waitresses even have small oyster shaped pins on their hair. At the very front, there is a stage; it’s barely lit yet, but you can see musicians discreetly preparing their instruments for the concert later. Professional photographers walk around the hall, recording and taking pictures of anything remarkable.

It’s jaw-dropping.

You feel weird inside.

It doesn’t matter that you look like them; you don’t feel like them. You don’t belong in this place, and it feels that everyone will notice it too if you do the slightest thing wrong. It’s clear in the way you’re astonished (outraged) at how someone can spend so much money on flowers (do you even know how much a single bouquet costs? Can you imagine thousands of flowers?!) while these people walk around with hundreds of thousands of dollars hanging from their ears or around their necks, and to them it’s just another weekend.

Oh boy. Mr. Zhou was kinda right. You will have to be very careful not to embarrass Jimin or his family in front of these people.

You walk around with your arm hooked around Jimin’s for a while, making silly small talk with the guests. Jimin quietly whispers who they are and their importance as they approach. It’s always some over the top shit like Biggest LG Shareholder or Co-Founder of This Very Famous Car Brand or CEO of This Very Rich Food Company and it makes your stomach drop every time. It seems that half of the country’s GDP is hanging around in this hall. A bunch of old guys with their (1) same age, but full of obvious cosmetic procedure wives or (2) much younger wives that of course married them out of true love.

Jimin complimented you earlier, but it’s him who deserves the most compliments. He’s really good at this. It’s so easy for him to engage in a superficial but polite conversation. Hello! I acknowledge your presence here! I am thankful that you came but I do not care enough to talk more than two minutes with you! Yes the weather is nice! See you later! All that with the prettiest smile and most genuine fake laughter you’ve ever seen (sounds contradictory but that’s exactly that). And they all fall for that. He’s so unbearably charming.

Which makes you wonder.

Jimin said that the whole purpose of bringing you to Hawaii was to upset his parents. But… he’s not really acting like someone willing to do that. Of course - maybe he knows that if he goes too far, his parents might really cut him off of their sweet sweet money fountain. Yet, it doesn’t match with what he stated earlier. Does he really want to piss his parents off? Or does he want to play the good boy so his parents leave him alone with this engagement thing? Those are opposites, he can’t want both.

Does he even know what he wants?

You’re unsure.

Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have accepted this insanity, the little anxious voice in your head says. Maybe he really is too immature and is about to fuck me up.

Jimin gives a little pat on the hand that holds his arm and smiles.

“We’re doing really well, pretty. I’m relieved that you’re here.” He says quietly. “This kind of event always stresses me out, but you’re making this easier.”

Don’t go around saying cute shit like that while I doubt you!

You avoid his gaze and sip a little bit more of the champagne you picked earlier from a waiter. “It doesn’t look like you’re stressed at all.” He shrugs.

“I’m method acting, too. Kinda used to it at this point.”

And there it is. That quiet sadness in his eyes.

Goddamnit.

All the questions in your head crumble to the ground, and you immediately want to comfort him like a baby.

That’s not a baby. It’s a grown ass man. Get yourself together.

The voice in your head is angrier now - and she’s kinda right, to be honest.

Jimin sighs and pats your hand again.

“Okay, we’ve wandered around enough. Food will be served soon… so we have to get seated.” He doesn’t even try to pretend he doesn’t despise the idea of having to sit with his family for another torturously long dinner.

“Okay.” You nod, placing the now empty champagne glass on another waiter’s platter. You inhale, trying to gather more confidence. “Let’s go.”

So, you start walking towards the table at the front of the stage - the most important one where everyone can see from all directions.

They’re already there, surrounded by their closest friends.

At every step, you try to gather more and more anger within yourself - this anger will fuel your confidence and muffle the nervousness (in theory). Fuck this middle aged billionaire couple. Fuck their matching cream outfits - Mr. Park Hyunjun wears a very traditional (read: boring) cream suit, while Mrs. Park Eunji wears a long, flowy dress with blue details in it and beautifully embroidered with silver patterns that seem to remember a soft breeze. A beautiful pearl necklace adorns her neck and modest cleavage. Their outfits are very “age appropriate” and posh, indeed, and they are an attractive couple, but everything about them is so painfully traditional.

Also fuck the way they look at you two with disapproval.

Another nauseatingly fake scene unfolds in front of your eyes - Mrs. Eunji giggles and side hugs Jimin, gushing over how handsome he looks (she can’t hide the obvious distaste for his black outfit, though).

“What an… interesting choice,” she says, touching the embroidery on his blazer with her fingertips. “Rather dramatic, I’d say.”

Jimin smiles. “Everyone looks good in black, you know. Also, I didn’t want to stand out.”

Bullshit. No one else is wearing black because it goes against the dress code. The way he said it so innocently would make any unsuspecting ears believe him, but his mom is certainly not one of those - neither are you.

“Of course, black can make anyone look presentable at least. Y/N is live proof, isn’t she?”

She eyes you from head to toe and smiles sweetly.

Holy fucking shit. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.

Her tone. The way she looks at you. Her awful Tom Ford perfume that makes you want to vomit as she approaches and - gasp - side hugs you too, like a good and loving mother-in-law. You smile and give her some soft pats on her back, but God, you can’t act as well as her at all - although you force yourself to do your best, well aware that all eyes and ears are focused on the Park family.

“You look astonishing tonight, Mrs. Park,” you say between gritted teeth. “This color really suits you.” Cream is boring. Like old paper. You almost smell like mold, too, rattlesnake.

“I’m glad you think so.” She’s not glad you think so. “See, me and Elie spent a long time choosing the color palette for this dress… he did such a wonderful job in the end.” She widens her eyes slightly. “Oh! My apologies, you can’t possibly know who I’m talking about…”

“Elie Saab.” You promptly say. Of course Elie Saab himself designed a dress for her. “Yes, I know his work.”

“Really?” She raises one eyebrow and this small movement spreads anger through your system. So much disdain, and she just said a word. “I didn’t think you’d know such a highly regarded fashion house, since you seem so… humble.” She has the audacity to eye you up and down with disgust again. “A wonderful trait to have, you see! Our Jimin definitely needs someone in his life to teach him some humility.”

In all honesty, you don’t even know how to respond to this.

Your wanted reaction is to reach for the nearest fork and stab her face with it. Which is, unfortunately, socially inappropriate. You also think of calling her by the ugliest names in existence, which, unfortunately is also socially inappropriate (won’t take you to jail, at least).

But all you can do is keep that smile plastered on your face and anger in your eyes.

This level of contempt is not unusual.

Alpha High taught you to get used to it. The giggles, side glances, or straight up offenses spoken out loud so everyone could laugh at your expense, too. It taught you to accept it silently, because you knew no one would stand up for you; you didn’t have enough money or a heavy surname to back you up. You weren’t important enough. Who cared if you had an excellent academic performance? It wasn’t as cool as having a summer manor in Greece anyway.

You hate that no clever response comes to your mind. You hate that you can just stand there and awkwardly look at her - this woman that made you feel cheap even though you have diamonds sitting around your neck. You hate that, deep down, you’re feeling as cornered as you were as a defenseless fifteen year old standing on the school hallway.

Not a fun feeling at all.

And things just start getting progressively worse.

Before even Jimin gets time to say something, another couple approaches - and your blood freezes. You’ve seen them yesterday at the reception dinner and earlier today, now feeling a little stupid that you didn’t make the simple connection. They’re followed shortly by another person, a much familiar and hated face.

Eunbi’s parents, apparently; Mr. and Mrs. Jeong.

Now that you look at the three of them, the silly part of your brain wonders who Eunbi inherited her beauty from, because they don’t share much of it with her, let’s say. They’re impeccably well dressed, of course, but their daughter’s beauty steals all the attention. She wears a rosé pink minidress (is it MiuMiu?) with a straight neckline and thin straps. On her ears, diamond earrings that seem to resemble raindrops; around her neck, a diamond choker necklace. Everything combed with the subtle makeup gives her a young, cute look.

You measure each other up and down like two rival lions about to fight. Complete opposites, black and pink.

The tension is so extreme that it’s almost visible - like some kind of fog.

Jimin is the one to break the ice, stepping closer to greet the couple, and you do the same, glad that you don’t have to look at Mrs. Rattlesnake even for five seconds - though this other lady also hates you, apparently. It’s kind of amazing how Jimin can act like the heavy tension isn’t there at all.

The seven of you stand there smiling for long and silent five seconds. It looks like a smiling contest. You can’t tell who’s angrier.

“So… Y/N, right?” Mrs. Jeong says. She looks like an eggplant, some part of your brain remarks silently, almost making you (very inappropriately) giggle. “It’s such a surprise that you and our Eunbi were classmates. We would’ve never guessed.”

If that’s even possible - your anger levels increase. It might’ve sounded like a pretty normal thing to say, but her tone and the way she measured you up and down makes it clear that what she really meant was we would’ve never guessed that a nobody like you also studied in Alpha High.

“We were surprised, too.” Eunbi says before you can, smiling sweetly. “We haven’t seen each other in years.”

“This is a great excuse for you to come with us to a day at the Spa tomorrow, isn’t it, Mrs. Park?” Eunbi’s mom says, eyeing the other woman knowingly.

“Of course! Y/N and Eunbi must have a lot to catch up after all these years, right? Y/N, you have to come with us tomorrow.” Rattlesnake hisses- (oops) says.

You look at the two other women with uneasiness.

First of all, this doesn’t sound like an invite, but a summon. You simply know you can’t say no. Second of all - these three despise you, they wouldn’t want you there if they didn’t have second intentions. What do they actually want?

You want to say no thanks, but it feels like you’re handcuffed in this situation.

“Sure. It sounds refreshing,” you finally agree with a painful smile. It didn’t even happen yet, but you know tomorrow is already ruined. Don’t let these bastards get to your head, your inner voice advises; don’t show weakness. You can deal with them.

Yeah, right.

You notice that, surprisingly, Eunbi looks very uncomfortable with the whole idea; she avoids her mother’s gaze and looks down, smile faltering a bit. She doesn’t want to be around you as much as you don’t want to be around her, apparently. At least you can agree on something.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Mr. Park stepping closer once again, placing his hand on his wife’s back. “Dear, dinner’s ready and about to be served. We should take our places.”

“Of course. I’m sure all of us are hungry enough.” She turns around to the other guests to announce it loudly, and somehow all the nearly one hundred people manage to hear it, walking to their respective seats.

Respective seats.

The seats are all charted - something you only saw in movies before, but you should’ve expected it at this point. Coming closer to the round table, you notice that over every beautiful white and blue porcelain plate, there is an elegant tag name in golden lettering on top of it. Mr. and Mrs. Park; Hyungsik and his wife sit by Mr. Park’s seat, while Jimin’s place is by his mother…

And by Jimin’s seat…

You freeze. Jimin freezes, too.

Jeong Eunbi’s name tag.

Feeling your stomach drop, you look around, searching for your own name tag - but there’s none to be seen, and it’s getting increasingly embarrassing as everyone else sits down while you and Jimin remain standing.

Your throat gets dry.

“She’d rather die than let people think her family isn’t perfect,” Jimin said as you walked inside the hall. This made you think she wouldn’t want to embarrass you.

Oh, Jimin. How wrong you were.

“Hm, there must be a mistake.” Jimin speaks up. The smile is still there, but his eyes hardened and his breath gets deeper as the visible anger fills him. “Where is Y/N’s seat?”

“Oh! Jimin, dear… this is a bit unpleasant,” his mother says, stepping closer with clasped hands and (fake) apologetic eyes. “You know that we planned this event months prior… the charting was already made long ago. We didn’t know Y/N would be here today. Unfortunately, there was no time to tell the catering staff to provide one more seat at our table.”

Funny how your legs start feeling cold all of sudden.

It’s the second time you’re at a loss of words tonight, this time much worse than before. You grip Jimin’s arm just a little tighter, feeling how the situation is starting to get people’s attention. Mrs. Park isn’t trying to be quiet right now. Your legs are cold, but your neck and face suddenly warm up with embarrassment as the guests on the main table whisper among each other in confusion.

“We found a vacant seat, of course, right over there, Y/N,” Mrs. Park continues - for fuck’s sake, she just continues - pointing over to the other side of the hall. “With the Kim family. You’ll love them, I know it!”

Your brain can’t process a coherent sentence.

With the corner of your eye, you notice Eunbi standing a few steps away awkwardly. She has the decency to look embarrassed, at least. Everyone else at the table is already seated.

You’re… you’re supposed to be their daughter-in-law. Their younger son’s girlfriend, the first girl he ever brought over. Yet… they refuse to let you sit by Jimin’s side on the main table, the hosts table, and want you to sit alone on the back so they can set up Jimin and Eunbi. And they’re doing it publicly.

This is the type of humiliation you wouldn’t expect from an adult, a mature person. But it’s happening nevertheless, and you want to sink and disappear. You can’t think of a quirky comeback, a way out that would make you feel less humiliated - even though Jimin isn’t even your real boyfriend and these people aren’t your real in-laws. This trip feels like a mistake, like a bad idea, like Mr. Zhou was absolutely right in his warning.

You’re so overwhelmed by this sour feeling that you don’t notice how Jimin’s smile disappears.

He sighs heavily, looking at his feet, jaw clenched.

“Okay.” He looks up at you - and you’re taken aback, because you’ve never seen Jimin angry before. “Y/N, let’s go back to our room.”

And he starts walking away, taking you along by the hand.

“What? Jimin- where’re you going?” Mrs. Park says, making Jimin stop. “Dinner’s about to be served.”

You see the warning in her eyes and gritted teeth and hardened smile, but for once, Jimin doesn’t play along. Doesn’t smile. Doesn’t speak louder, but when he does speak, it’s in a hard and serious tone.

“If Y/N doesn’t have a place here, neither do I. I don’t see why we should stay in this situation.” He doesn’t bother to whisper, aware that he has the table’s attention. “Now, if you’ll excuse us...”

Oh shit. He’s angry and offended. Jimin turns around again, holding your hand tightly.

In the midst of all the bad feelings, this is so satisfying. You’re simply happy that Jimin didn’t leave you on your own, didn’t lower his head to his parents. He stood up for you and is genuinely pissed! His mother is still babbling - she for sure didn’t expect Jimin to want to leave like this - and even Mr. Park got up from his seat; Eunbi is pale, her parents watch in disapproval, similar to Jimin’s older brother, who glares at him as if he did something wrong.

“Wait, Jimin, please,” someone else says, which catches both yours and Jimin’s attention: Mr. Hwang. He’s gotten up and looks between you and Mrs. Park cautiously. “I am sure we can solve this situation very easily. There’s no need to miss this amazing night.”

Mrs. Hwang also gets up; her eyes are widened with worry and an uneasy smile. “I am sure everyone at this table can move a little so Y/N can sit with us.” Murmurs of agreement echo around, much to the Park’s displeasure. “Waiter, please? Could you assist us?”

You and Jimin eye each other as Mrs. Hwang politely asks a nearby waiter to bring another chair, while the guests start getting up with no protest to open a little spot by Jimin’s side. In no time, there is one more chair at the table; another waitress hushes to bring a new set of plates and cutlery.

“See? It’s done! Not a big problem at all.” Mr. Hwang says happily; the guests at the table also seem content.

“I guess we can all sit now, right, Jimin?” His wife says. “We all would hate it if this lovely young lady missed the concert.” And to your surprise - the table agrees.

You look at Jimin again. He doesn’t look happy - not at all - but it seems that he softened up a bit because of the Hwang couple; same goes for you. If this was a competition for Best Middle Aged Couple, the Hwangs would’ve won it by far.

He raises an eyebrow at you - a question. You shrug and nod in small movements. Although you’d rather not be here, at least Mrs. Park looks infuriated that her silly little plan didn’t work and she in fact caused a ridiculous scene. Her attempt at embarrassing you completely backfired.

Jimin sighs heavily and, instead of saying anything, walks back to the table once again. The guests sigh in relief; Eunbi looks even more awkward; the Parks are fuming. Jimin pushes the chair for you to sit, and as you do, a little spark of victory fills your chest.

“I’m glad this is solved,” Mrs. Park says, glaring at you as if she wants to stab you with the nearest knife, a lip tightened smile. “I hate unforeseen events.”

You are the unforeseen event. About to be the worst she could ever imagine.

“It’s alright, Mrs. Park. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes.” You say sweetly. Jimin does his best not to laugh; she definitely wants to stab you.

Me 1 x 0 Rattlesnake

A win, at last.

Everyone at the table does their best to forget The Seat Incident for the sake of a good mood.

Lighthearted conversations. Good (amazing) food. The band plays soft background music. Understandably so, neither you and Jimin talk much - he is still visibly upset; chooses to just respond whenever someone mentions him or makes quiet comments in your ear from time to time. You, on the other hand, don’t talk much because the person sitting by your left side is Eunbi and you’d honestly rather swallow nails than willingly have a conversation with her.

All things considered, everything is going alright. They’re asking fewer questions than yesterday, which is great, so you can focus on whatever the name of this thing you’re eating is - taking small bites and chewing slowly so you don’t look impolite and desperate for food. Your stomach twirls every time you hear Jimin’s parents' voices, though, which makes you enjoy the taste less.

You’re doing great, you mentally pat yourself on the back. A few more hours and you’ll be back in your room. Just get this over with.

After pretty much everyone is done eating - your stomach is so full that the dress becomes uncomfortably tight -, Mr. Park gets up from the chair and softly clicks the side of a knife on a crystal glass, enough to call everyone’s attention. You notice when a waiter swiftly places a mic on the table for him.

The band stops. Everyone goes silent. Mr. Park Hyunjun takes the mic, a soft smile adorning his features, as the spotlight focuses on him.

“Good evening once again, my friends.” His deep and elegant voice echoes softly through the speakers. The whole hall greets him back. “I hope everyone enjoyed this amazing dinner prepared by Chef Mauro Bianchi. Mr. Mauro, it is a pleasure to have you with us once again.”

A round of applause. An aggressively Italian man with a cook outfit politely bows and smiles as the spotlight focuses on him in the back of the hall, close to the kitchen doors. Of course Mr. Park only acknowledges the worldwide famous, I-don’t-know-how-many-Michelin-stars holder Chef, but not the entirety of the staff that helped organize and serve everyone.

“As most of the friends present here already know, me and my dear wife prepare this event every year not only as a celebration of our union, but also as a celebration of all the many achievements and challenges we win throughout the year.” He makes a dramatic pause, his eyes scanning the crowd to make sure everyone is paying attention - and everyone indeed is; despite your hatred for the man, you can’t deny that with this level of oratory, he could’ve easily been a news anchor.

He offers his hand to help his wife get up from the chair as another round of applause echoes. Mrs. Rattlesnake has a pretty smile, you have to admit. Once again - yeah, they do look great together, and otherwise you’d think this is all too sweet, but there’s just something inherently wrong with this scene… too poised, robotic - trained to detail.

“And past year was indeed one of the most significant of our lives. After much work, Aurum ranked fifth place as one of the biggest steel companies in the world. We’ve achieved heights my parents would’ve never imagined.” He continues. More applause. What does it even have to do with his marriage? “Unity. This is the word for our 30th anniversary. Everything we’ve made and built, we did together - and I’m sure we wouldn’t have gotten this far if we were apart.” Oh, so your fortune was “achieved” because of your wife? I thought it was because of the already rich company your dad left on your hands.

“And the oyster, my friends, is the perfect symbol of unity; it summons up our life as a couple very well.” He looks at his wife sweetly. You have trouble telling if Mrs. Rattlesnake’s glossy eyes are fake or not. “An oyster. Two shells, pressed together - working together to create the most beautiful pearl. And our pearls, our jewels - the biggest gift this marriage brought us both - is our two sons.”

My God.

You want to vomit.

The applause is a bit louder now as the spotlight focuses on both Jimin and Hyungsik. Both of them smile and wave to the public. If you hadn’t spent the most uncomfortable hours of your life around this family, you would’ve fallen for Mr. Park’s sweet words - but hell no. I mean, it might be true about Hyungsik - but Jimin? The dear son they very publicly disrespected only barely an hour ago, by ignoring his partner? The dear son they mock constantly, scold, disrespect, and want to force into an arranged marriage against his will?

These people genuinely make you sick.

You’re a bit surprised as Jimin grabs your hand under the tablecloth, where no one can see. You take it and squeeze softly. He wants to vomit as much as you do.

“You two are live proof of our love, and we are so proud to know you’re our children.” The applause continues as Mr. Park speaks this time. Kind of funny how he says that while Jimin himself stated that he sees his parents once a year. That’s not the behavior of someone that cares this much.

“Unity. Family. Love. Friendship. It’s what we’ve been harvesting together for the past 30 years, and I couldn’t be more happy and grateful.” He squeezes his wife’s hand sweetly. “Now, let us celebrate together, my dear friends.”

The lights go off while the hall applauds; the band starts playing again, way louder this time - a melody you’re familiar with - and when all the spotlights focus on the stage-

You gasp loudly.

“What the-?!” You whisper in utter shock. Jimin chuckles.

The woman standing on the stage is… is Kim Gain.

Like, why are you even surprised at this point? What, you thought the Parks would’ve hired a bar singer for their super expensive wedding anniversary? But even so, you didn’t expect to be seeing the 90s love songs’ legend Kim fucking Gain standing a few meters away from you, wearing a gorgeous long silver dress, her beautiful and powerful voice filling the hall as she sings her all-time smash hit Flower Hill. This woman doesn’t even do concerts anymore! You can’t even imagine the insane amount of money they must’ve paid her to do a private concert.

She sings looking directly at the main couple, and God- despite the age, her voice sounds even better live than recorded. It makes you forget for a while all of tonight’s awful events. You quietly hum along to the lyrics of Flower Hill word by word - it’s impossible to not know this song, not only because it’s a classic, but because it’s your mother’s favorite song and she hammered it into your head.

Your memories are as clear as the blue sky; your mother played her CD over and over again - this song specifically - while she prepared lunch. You helped her peel the boiled eggs, standing on a stool so you’d get tall enough to reach the sink, while she cut cabbage swiftly. You both sang along to Flower Hill. Even your father would hum along eventually as he put the dried bowls on their respective cabinets.

It’s a good childhood memory. One of the few. You remember thinking that your mother looked so beautiful when she wasn’t frowning and angry at you.

And all of sudden - sadness hits you like a truck.

Funny how being humiliated in front of these people didn’t even get close to making you cry the way just thinking of your mother does.

You sigh and look down, that familiar heavy thing growing in your chest, stubborn tears that you blink away before they can even come. Shit shit shit. Don’t you dare to cry here, Y/N, you scold yourself harshly. But goddammit- Mrs. Kim Gain sings really well, and when the chorus hits, you always melt away.

It’s moments like this that remind you that you are, in fact, not indifferent. And you are, in fact, far more hurt that you can put into words.

It’s your turn to squeeze Jimin’s hand for comfort.

He eyes you quietly, confused - but chooses to not make any comment.

You elbow Jimin’s side, eyes squinted, as if unsure of what you’re seeing.

“What?” He asks, relaxing on the chair next to yours, now sitting on a table at the external part of the hall. Finally some cool night air; from the external part, you have a wonderful view of the immense garden that goes down the hill directly to the sea. You can see the pier down there; it’s full of parked yachts - much more than during the day - but there’s some in the distance as well, shining against the otherwise pitch black sea like little stars.

“Am I crazy,” you say after sipping more champagne from the glass, “or that’s Kim Minju?”

You discreetly point to a certain girl standing inside the hall. She’s tall and gorgeous, wearing a green sundress. You’re not really into idols - you don’t have time to keep up with celebrities at all - but even someone like you can recognize Kim Minju, the new “it” girl from the new “it” group everyone’s been talking about lately.

Jimin squints his eyes as well, and when he sees who you’re pointing at, he nods. “Yep, it’s her.”

You raise one eyebrow up. “Why are your parents friends with teenage celebrities?”

“They’re friends with her mother.” Jimin sips from his own glass of champagne. He took his blazer off and rolled the shirt up to his elbows, looking much more relaxed now that he can finally stay away from his family.

Kim Gain finished her concert, which meant people were allowed to just hang around and talk again, while the band kept playing background music. You decided to leave the main table as soon as you could, finding this almost-hidden table at the external balcony (you’re glad it’s this hidden, because it’s getting hard to sit all lady-like with your feet hurting like this. These Givenchy sandals were way too expensive to be this uncomfortable to wear). Jungkook was hanging out with you two minutes ago, but suddenly something “very important” happened and he had to leave (in other words: some hot girl passed by and he went after her).

“And her mother is…?”

“One of MNET’s biggest shareholders, basically. Why do you think Minju is the most popular member? Her mother pays for her to be the center, to have the best clothes… this kind of thing.” He speaks in a low voice, aware of the people around. “Most popular idols are only popular because their families pay for their popularity.”

“Oh.” Makes sense. You look him up and down, the hint of a playful smile on your lips. “You could’ve asked your parents for help in this area, Jimin. You would’ve made a great idol.”

Jimin chuckles and pushes his hair back. “I know, right? But I don’t think I would survive a day in this life. I mean- a dating ban?” He scowls. “Just no.”

You chuckle too, resting your chin on your palm. You’ve only been sipping champagne - though they’re serving other interesting drinks, too -, afraid to get even slightly intoxicated and embarrass yourself (and Jimin) in front of these people. Even so, this champagne is starting to make you feel a little funny inside. Maybe I should stop.

“How do you even know this dating ban thing is real?” You raise one eyebrow at him. Jimin huffs.

“I had a thing with this idol girl for a while.” He says nonchalantly - then interrupts himself, as if he just realized he said something he shouldn’t. He eyes you apologetically.

“I don’t care if you talk about other girls.” You assure, rolling your eyes. And you actually don’t. It’s not like you have anything real going on for you to care. (You’re quietly blaming your rage fit against Hari earlier today on the alcohol).

“Really?”

“Yeah. Why would I?”

Jimin looks at you in silence.

“Kinda hoped you’d be jealous.”

You laugh it off, furiously ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. “Just tell the story, Jimin.”

He seems dramatically disappointed, which makes you giggle again. Jimin sips more champagne and tilts his head.

“So… me and this girl. Whenever we went out together, we had to literally - I mean literally - hide. Wearing masks, sunglasses, hoodies, all this stuff. At the beginning it was kind of fun, but then it got unbearable. Her manager kept calling her all the time to know where she was. One time, a paparazzi caught us and I had to pay them a shitton of money to not release the photos.”

“Why didn’t she pay for it? Or her company?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Because her company didn’t know. She didn’t tell them, scared of getting punished or whatever. And she didn’t have the amount they asked for. So I paid for it.” He shrugs. “Then I broke up with her. I mean, I wasn’t doing anything wrong, why did I have to hide?”

“Yeah, sounds like a strict life. I don’t think I could take it, either.”

You notice the way Jimin’s eyes glint with playfulness again; a mischievous smirk adorns his lips. He comes even closer to you and looks around, making sure the people aren’t paying attention to the conversation.

“Back on the topic of Kim Minju,” he says in that quiet tone that means gossip. “Her mother is lesbian.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “Really? How do you know?”

“I know a lot of things about a lot of people.” He discreetly points to an elegant woman standing near Kim Minju - maybe just a bit younger than Mrs. Park. “That one.” You squint your eyes to analyze her. “She’s been ‘single’ for around ten years, since her divorce with Minju’s father. She’s, like… the most famous closeted lesbian I’ve ever seen. In terms of how much people I know she fucked, she must be only behind Mr. Junghoon.”

Your eyes widen even more. “Jungkook’s dad?!”

Jimin nods vehemently. “Yep. He must’ve fucked at least half of this hall. All those pretty younger wives.”

You eye Junghoon - standing in the middle of the hall, laughing at something someone said. “Like father, like son, I guess.” Jimin chuckles at this. “I mean, he is very hot for his age.”

“That’s not even the craziest person here.” Jimin narrows his eyes, looking for someone into the crowd. You find yourself entertained by his sudden will to spill people’s lives on you - it even makes you forget how much your feet hurt for a while. When he finds them, he elbows your side lightly. “That couple over there? The Kwons?”

You take around three seconds to find them- a middle aged couple, a bit older than Jimin’s parents, perhaps. They seemed very polite (considering you talked for less than two minutes).

“Yeah?”

“They host massive orgies.” You look at Jimin in pure shock. He looks back at you with his eyebrows raised in that I know, girl expression. “They have a mansion in Malibu only for this purpose. They invite dozens of people to participate.”

You sip more champagne. That conservative looking couple host orgies? They look like the type of people that think women showing their ankles is a sin. Appearances really mean nothing around here! “Were you ever invited?”

“Thank God no. And I wouldn’t go anyway. Not into voyeurism.” Jimin makes a disgusted scowl. “But I know some people that went there. They’re pretty creepy, actually. Just… stay away from them, okay?”

“Noted.” You’ve watched enough documentaries about how rich people can be creepy to know Jimin isn’t kidding.

“There’s also, let’s see… oh! Jinwoo, over there.” He points to a man in his early thirties that you briefly greeted earlier today. “His marriage was arranged, too. I heard he has a severe humiliation kink. He likes to be treated like shit by women.” You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to hide the bubbling giggle. Not to kinkshame anyone, but wow. “But his wife is not into it at all. From what I’ve heard, they even live in separate houses. So Jinwoo has to pay women to satisfy him.”

“I wouldn’t think that of him… he looks like the type that calls women females.” You remark.

“People around here look nothing like they actually are.” Jimin sips more champagne. You expectantly wait for him to tell you more - (1) because you like gossiping (2) because this is the most fun you’ve had the entire night. “Oh! Minho and Krystal. Over there.”

Said couple is standing quite far, talking to Jimin’s brother and his wife. They must be in their early thirties, too; an attractive couple that haven’t stepped away from each other the whole time. You briefly remember thinking they looked cute together.

“Yeah?”

“They’re in a forced marriage, too. Minho is gay.”

You pause. “They look genuine.”

“They’re not.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I met him in a bar last year in Berlin. He hit on me. Insistently. He’s friends with my brother, so I turned him down. But yeah, I saw him with other guys there.”

You look back at Minho in silence.

Oh.

This one’s kinda sad.

“So… he was forced into marrying a woman even though he’s gay.” You reason out loud. “Does his family know?”

“Probably not. At least, they pretend they don’t.” Jimin sips more champagne with a sour expression.

“That’s fucked up in so many levels.” You’re starting to get angry just talking about it. “He’s trapped with this woman, having to pretend his entire life? All for the sake of appearances? What, are we stuck in the XVIII century and nobody told me?”

“I told you that’s how things work around here.” He says, staring at the bubbles in his champagne glass.

And he actually told you. In your third encounter, back at the convenience store. But you didn’t believe him. It felt too far from your reality to be taken seriously. Now, though - after finding out that most of these pristine looking people, the “role models” of society are in secret what they most demonize - you truly realize how awful everything is. This much hypocrisy feels repulsive, overwhelming.

Is this how Jimin has been feeling his entire life?

“What about you, Jimin?” you ask quietly, any hint of playfulness gone from your face and voice.

“What about me?”

“What if you’re stuck in this situation? I mean, I remember what you told me back then. What if you want to marry a guy? Your parents would be against it… are you going to end like Minho? Having to pretend for the rest of your life? Can you accept this?”

Jimin sighs and hangs his head back, closing his eyes. You hate it because for a moment all you can look at is his half parted plump lips and your brain malfunctions for a sec.

“Let’s not talk about me, please?” He asks in a whiny, raspy voice.

“Why not? I’m worried about you. Can’t I be worried?” You put one hand on your hip, somehow starting to feel offended.

“No, you can’t.” He still hasn’t opened his eyes.

Yeah, you’re offended now. “Okay, then. I’m sorry for caring.”

Jimin looks at you with half opened eyes.

His voice drops.

“Don’t do this to me.”

“What?” You raise one eyebrow up.

“Act like you actually care.”

“Why do you think I’m acting?” You slightly push the empty champagne glass away, so nothing is between you two. Because he’s quieter, you unconsciously drop your voice, too.

“You said so. Method acting.”

You’re getting tired of this “method acting” thing. You inhale heavily. “Well, I’m not acting right now.”

Jimin drops his eyes to his own empty champagne glass, drumming his fingers on the table softly. He makes a small pout. His lips are so damn attractive. “You know, I’m conflicted about you.”

“Please elaborate.”

“I know I shouldn’t be expecting anything real from you at all, since I hired you to be here. But why do I feel that something real is going on?” He looks up at you again. “But then, sometimes, I feel like it’s not? I don’t know what to think of you.”

Holy Shit.

He went straight to the point.

You feel goosebumps on your spine (though you try to blame it on the cool breeze hitting your back, not on Jimin’s piercing gaze, of course). It’s kind of creepy how Jimin can balance being silly and cute in a moment and then boom - painfully straightforward a second later. He didn’t beat around the bush at all.

And yeah, you get what he meant.

You can’t tell if something real is going on. It’s way too early to say something “real” - whatever it is - is happening; you barely even know Jimin. At the same time he doesn’t know if you’re serious, you don’t know if he is being serious; many times, it feels like he’s acting, putting up a character around you. The way you’re rapidly getting attached to him is scary - what if you’re getting attached to a character? What if you’re surprised by Jimin’s real persona in the worst way possible?

You have no idea about any of that.

What you know, though - something that is very real, is almost visible - is the undeniable attraction you feel for each other.

This isn’t deep. You don’t have to think much about it.

And right now - with the alcohol subtly fogging your judgment and making you feel hot inside; the accumulated tension - you don’t really want to fight back anymore. You don’t want to think of consequences. All you can think of is his pretty plump lips.

You smirk, resting your face on your palm again. You see how this single look of yours affects him. You’re not the only one that can do this, Jimin.

“You know,” your voice is very quiet right now; half lidded eyes that stare back at him with the same intensity. “Knowing everything isn’t fun. I think it’s better this way.”

You’re still in public, but it’s like everyone else becomes distant.

Jimin smirks, too.

“Let’s play a game, then.” He says all of sudden, getting even closer to you, on the edge of his seat. “I’ll ask a few questions. You can answer them or not.”

You feel his hand on your leg, under the tablecloth.

This makes you widen your eyes, surprised, looking around discreetly. “What are you doing?”

“You said your feet hurt, pretty.” Oh shit. That mischievous tone, playful smile, glinting eyes. You’re a popsicle melting under his heat. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying not to giggle, as Jimin rests your left leg over his own legs. “Free massage.”

You’re kind of hidden - your leg is fully under the tablecloth - but you still look around frantically, trying not to make any weird face. “Jimin- they’ll see us.”

Jimin clicks his tongue at the same time he swiftly unbuckles your sandal and places it on the floor. Your heart beats faster with adrenaline - if any auntie sees this, they might want to arrest me! “They’re not paying attention to us.”

Indeed, no one is. Mr. and Mrs. Park are having a dance in the center of the hall; most of the crowd surrounds them. The place became dimly lit as the spotlight focuses only on the couple as they sway to a romantic tune and everyone watches them.

You’re about to make another complaint, but as both of his hands hold your aching foot, pressing it - you have to fight back what would be an obscene moan. It feels too good. Jimin chuckles.

“So, back on the game.” It’s criminal how he acts like he’s doing nothing wrong as his hands massage your foot. “Did you want to hook up with Hoseok?”

This comes so out of the blue that you freeze. “What made you think that?”

“I saw the way you looked at each other.”

Well. It’s not like Hoseok tried to pretend when he first saw you. “No. He’s hot, but no.”

Jimin nods. He seems satisfied with the answer. His hands work around your feet miraculously, pressing on the right spots, easing the pain.

They go a bit up. On your ankles now.

Oh God.

“Did you want to hook up with Jungkook?” Still not looking at you.

“No.” You chuckle. “What got into you? Are you jealous?”

“I don’t know, am I?” He raises his eyebrows and shrugs, making you smile. “I’d only be jealous if something real was going on between us, right?”

His hands are traveling up your leg, still massaging as they do. You gulp heavily. Your heart beats faster.

“Right.”

Your thigh.

You gasp quietly as, in a sudden movement, he pushes you even closer to his body. The chair scratches on the floor. You’re glad the music is loud enough to mask the noise.

His hands are warm. His smirk widens.

Jimin massages your thigh slowly. You don’t make any attempt to stop him. His hands are resting just a little distant from the hem of your dress.

You want them to be under it.

Yes, you are very much aware of all the people standing around, the things they’d think if they notice what is going on. But Jimin’s hands are on your thigh and you feel hotter inside every minute and his delicious lips are right there and holy fuck he’s enjoying torturing you as much as you enjoy being tortured and- you don’t even remember what you were worrying about a second ago.

“You’re so soft.” He says in a quiet, sultry voice that makes your insides quiver. “Are you feeling better now, pretty?”

“Mmmh-hmm” you say quietly as your breath gets deeper - which makes Jimin smile even more. “You’re good at this, did you know that? You have a hidden talent.”

He chuckles darkly, lifting his eyes to meet yours. “I could show you what else I can do with this talent of mine.”

His fingers - slowly, hesitantly - travel just a bit upwards, while he eyes you tentatively. He sees no disapproval or discomfort in your expression, which only ignites his excitement. He smirks and shakes his head slightly.

“I’m actually going insane because of you, Y/N.” The smirk in his voice makes yet another goosebump run through your system. In response, you tilt your head to the side, eyeing him innocently.

“Why? I’m not doing anything.” You bite the tip of your tongue while smiling, which makes Jimin gulp.

Oh, the electricity. It almost sparks in the air with the power of a lightning. And to think you were trying to act all chaste not long ago, gaslighting yourself into thinking that doing anything with him would be equivalent as “selling yourself”.

Who fucking cares?

“Last question.” He says quietly, leaning even closer to you until his lips are right by your ear, sending shivers of excitement down your body.

“Will you let finally let me fuck you?”

The words get stuck in your throat.

Jimin hasn’t been this obscenely straightforward up until now. It makes your mouth water, your heart beat faster. His voice wasn’t demanding. It was pleading. Like he was desperate for you and couldn’t take it anymore.

And that’s your last straw.

You lean away just enough to look at him. Fuck, he’s got pleading eyes, too. Your panties feel humid, you remember the last time you had sex was three months ago, you feel his warm hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your intimacy.

You smile and, in a swift movement, move your leg away from his hand.

Jimin looks confused for a moment, his smile faltering, as you take the sandal and put it on your foot once again. He looks even more confused - maybe thinking you got offended? - when you get up and adjust your dress.

Then you look at him.

“Excuse me. I need to go to the toilet.”

Without looking back, you take the clutch from the table and make your way inside the hall.

The main couple is still having their moment in the middle of the hall - and for the first time you’re thankful to them, because no one even bats an eye as you discreetly make your way to the restroom. The dim lights hide you, not even waiters or security guards or photographers notice you.

As you get into the black marble restroom - completely empty - you have around five seconds to look at your reflection in the mirror before Jimin walks in and shuts the door.

His lips on yours shut you mid-giggle.

Jimin grabs the back of your neck and glues his body on yours with the other hand as he hungrily kisses you - the kiss tastes like the cherry from your lipgloss and expensive champagne. You grab both sides of his neck as Jimin and you stumble to one of the stalls and you close the door clumsily. Holy fucking shit, it’s getting hot. The kiss is deep and desperate and full of desire.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he says in a breathy voice that makes you smile seductively. “Why you gotta do this to me?”

You unconsciously squeeze your thighs on one another as he leaves a wet kiss on your neck; you grab his shoulders for support. “I’m not doing anything yet.”

He chuckles darkly against your skin, his hot breath increases your temperature even more. His hand travels down your back to squeeze your ass, making you gasp lightly. He leaves one more wet kiss, and another, and another.

Jimin leans away so he can look at you. His lips are reddish, wet and a bit swollen.

“You don’t need to.” He parts your legs with his own. Your insides bubble with excitement. “Look at you… all dolled up. The prettiest of all of them out there.” He licks his lips slowly. “I want to make a mess of you, Y/N. I want to see how pretty you look with your hair and makeup ruined by me.”

His knee presses on your intimacy, making you involuntarily sigh; the pressure is still too soft, not even close to satisfying the raging fire inside your body, but it already makes you gulp and breath heavier. God, you want this man inside of you. You need him.

Jimin notices your change in expression and his smirk widens as he moves his knee against you, making you sigh again. You kiss him eagerly. There’s still music out there, but all you can hear is the kissing sounds and breaths and Jimin’s deep humm of approval.

“This is the face I wanted to see the most.” He whispers on your lips, his leg pressed against you, his hands caressing your waist and hips. “Let me make you feel good, pretty… please?” He pecks your lips. “Hmm?” He bites your bottom lip lightly, passing his tongue on it right after. “Can I fuck you now?”

Shit shit shit. It’s embarrassing how you already feel this wet while you barely even started. Were you this much touch starved? Or is it because you’ve been wanting this as much as him since the beginning?

You kiss him again.

“Not here.” you whisper in a breathy voice.

Jimin nods. It’s obvious. Anyone could walk in at any moment.

Back to your shared bungalow? It’s too far from here - only five minutes by car, yes, but you don’t think you can wait this long. Not to mention Mr. Zhou would be the one to drive you both back and you don’t want to look at that old man’s face before having sex.

Inside some car? But which car? This place is full of butlers and security guards, anyone would notice what’s going on. Just no.

As you’re about to ask where you could head to - Jimin’s eyes glint in that way that tells you he had an idea.

His smirk widens.

He steps back and grabs your hand with a boyish, playful expression.

“Let’s go.”

You have time to grab the forgotten clutch from over the sink before Jimin drags you out of the restroom - luckily, the hall is still dimly lit and there aren’t many people back here. Discreetly, you two make your way towards the back exit - avoiding butlers and photographers at the main entrance - stepping out of the hall towards the stairs.

You finally realize where Jimin is heading to when you get to the sidewalk and he takes a turn to the left.

The pier.

Dozens of parked and empty yachts just around the corner.

You’re both laughing childishly as you run towards the pier - stopping only so you can yank those sandals off; who the hell could run in stilettos? - not caring to look back, feeling excitement and just the sheer joy of doing something you know you shouldn’t. The pier is quiet, there aren’t many people around; most yachts are dark. Jimin doesn’t drop your hand as he squints his eyes trying to find a specific one. When he does, he sprints towards it, dragging you along.

Jungkook’s yacht.

Completely dark. Cleaners, bartenders, all the staff are long gone, having finished their shifts long ago.

There is a security guard standing in front of the entrance stairs, though.

He frowns as you two approach.

“Hey!” Jimin says in a happy voice. “You’re… Steven, right? Remember me? We were here earlier today.”

By the looks of it, his name is Steven, and he looks shocked that Jimin remembers it. “Good evening, sir. Did you need something?”

“You see, Steven, I might have forgotten something very important in the yacht.” Jimin says. You want to laugh. “I’d like to go check it out.”

“Of course, sir. Tell me what it is, I can ask another guard to check it for you-“

Jimin steps closer.

“No, Steven. I need to check it out. It’s kind of personal, you know?”

Steven eyes you and Jimin back and forth.

The penny drops. His frown deepens. You’re not even embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, sir. I can’t let you in.” He says in a mix of hesitance and annoyance. “This is private property.”

“I know, Steven, and I’m glad my friend hired such a diligent security guard. You’re very professional.” Jimin is a bastard, isn’t he? “I promise I won’t get you in trouble. Just let me check, okay?”

Steven looks around. “I’m sorry, sir… I really can’t.”

Jimin nods.

He drops your hand for the first time, reaching for the inside of his back pocket.

You watch with your jaw dropped as he opens his wallet and puts a stack of money on Steven’s hand.

Jimin casually walks around with stacks of money in his wallet.

The security guard’s eyes are as widened as yours. That much money must be double - shit, triple - of what he’ll get for this shift. You see as his annoyance dissolves and his resolve to not let you in disappears.

“It’s a really tiny thing I’m looking for, so it’ll take, I don’t know… an hour?” Jimin looks back at you up and down and reaches for his wallet again. He takes another stack just as big and puts it on Steven’s hand. “Two hours, actually, to check the whole place.”

Steven gulps. It seems he’s furiously fighting against his work ethic - but the money on his hand is heavier.

Steven steps aside, finally giving up. “Okay, sir.”

Jimin smiles and grabs your hand again. “Make sure to keep the other guards away, okay? Thank you so much!”

You two sprint up the stairs - you have time to mumble an embarrassed “thank you” - towards the deck.

The yacht is completely dark, except for some emergency lights. Jimin guides you around it. You know there are actual bedrooms here, but both of you are way too impatient to go up one more flight of stairs - so before you can even process what’s happening, Jimin has thrown you against the bar counter and is kissing you again.

You drop the sandals and the clutch on the wooden floor before entangling your arms around Jimin’s neck. He presses his body on yours so hard that you lean back, your back hits the counter. And to think you were right here a few hours ago, surrounded by a bunch of people; it’s a completely different vibe with the lights off, silent, the darkness of the sea around you.

It’s your turn to squeeze Jimin’s ass, which makes him chuckle against your lips. He leans away for a moment and seems to be searching for something; with a click of his, the glass top of the counter lits up - there are red led lights under it. Both him and you are painted red.

Jimin looks at you with hungry eyes, out of breath. That damn smirk.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting this, pretty.” He pushes you closer again, grabbing your hair and leaving noisy kisses on your neck.

“I think I do.” You say cockily. You’ve been aching for him all this time - and it’ even embarrassing to admit it to yourself -; it’s embarrassing that Jimin is everything you learned to hate (filthy rich, arrogant, a fuck boy) from your past experiences, but shit, you’ve been wondering how he would feel inside of you all this time, you’ve been craving him since that night in your tiny apartment… and you’ve been wondering if he fucks as good as he talks.

Your hand bravely travels to his front. You rest your palm on his crotch, gently pressing it - earning a soft sigh from him. He’s stone hard. It makes you chuckle cockily against his ear, and the sensual sound sends shivers down Jimin’s spine.

“No, no, no… you don’t really know.” His lips are on your ear as he speaks quietly and deeply. While one of his hands are still tightly entangled in your hair, the other travels down your back - which already almost makes you melt - to rest on your ass; in a slow but unhesitant movement, he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it up to your hips, fully exposing your ass. “Ever since that time at the store…” he massages your asscheeks with both palms and squeezes it gently. You lick his neck in response. “When you looked at me with such disdain… you were reading a fucking text book behind that counter, looking at me as if you were so much better than me… I imagined fucking you over that same counter, pretty.” Goosebumps. He grabs one of your thighs and you instinctively wrap it around his waist; when he humps his clothed core against yours, you can’t fight back a soft moan. “I imagined fucking you over and over again. Such a hard-working girl…” He humps again, stronger this time. “So pretty…”

Your impatient fingers search for the lapel of his blazer, and you help him take it off, dropping it on the floor; you grab his face with both hands and your lips are pressed again in a hot dance, while he still humps slowly and sensually; each rub on your clothed clit sends electricity and heat through your veins. Your lower part is almost totally uncovered, except for the black lace thong you wear, and the cool ocean breeze makes the tiny hairs on your body raise. Everything is red and hot. Some sane part of your brain registers that if there’s anyone inside the neighbor yachts, they will totally see what’s happening - and it only adds to the excitement.

Jimin breaks the kiss and leans back slightly with half lidded eyes. His lips are shiny and stained with your lipgloss. He’s so sexy that the vision itself makes you feel pleasure.

He grips your ass tightly and watches intently as his movements make your breath get deeper each time, makes you sigh and moan softly. His breathing is deeper, too; his Adam’s apple moves when he gulps. He licks his bottom lip sensually, feeling the taste of your sweet lipgloss. He keeps you glued to his body as both of you move your hips against each other, rubbing your clothed intimacies to a more urgent pace; there are already droplets of sweat starting to cover his forehead.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He whispers, watching you whimper.

“Touch me.” Your voice sounds strangled and slightly out of breath, which makes Jimin smile darkly. “Please.”

“Baby, you don’t need to beg.” He’s so visibly proud of himself and excited that he’s almost glowing more than the red led lights. The hand that supported your leg swiftly travels to your front and he unashamedly presses it on your clothed core, feeling the lace with his fingertips and the wetness underneath. The smile widens. “I’m going to give you anything you want tonight. Anything.”

Your head drops back when he starts to move his fingers in circular movements over your clit. He watches your every reaction intently with that same darkened gaze and smile. With the other hand, he grabs the back of your neck and once again glues his lips to your ear:

“I want to hear you moan for me, baby.”

He says as his fingers slip under the fabric of the thong.

You shiver and an obscene whimper leaves your lips when his cool fingers make contact with your warm, wet intimacy. He hums in approval - and the deep sound makes your legs shake -, feeling your arousal, before once again putting pressure on your clit and moving his fingers in provocative circles. That’s a man that knows what to do with a clit, by the way. You entrance tightens around nothing.

“You like that?” He whispers. You nod, eyes closed, lips half parted. “Hmmm…” is all you can say. His smile widens.

Instinctively, you start to buck your hips, following the movement of his hand. He increases the speed of his movements, noticing your eagerness. You feel the fire spreading from your core down your legs and stomach.

With a quiet chuckle, he suddenly wraps his other arm around your waist. You let a surprised gasp as Jimin lifts you from the ground with ease and makes you sit over the counter (you hadn’t realized that Jimin is that strong, which is kind of hot).

He stands between your legs and kisses you again. Your fingers run through his smooth hair; he massages your thighs, back and ass. You softly bite his delicious bottom lip, and it’s sick how you know he’s smiling before even opening your eyes.

“You want me so bad, baby. It’s kind of cute.” He breathes amidst a quiet chuckle.

“You’re talking too much.”

He chuckles again as his fingers search for the zipper on the back of your dress. “I can’t shut up when you’re around.” The quiet sound of the zipper somehow sounds loud right now. “I want you to pay attention to me and only me.”

“You have all of my attention now. Let’s see if you deserve it.” Jimin finds it sickening how you sound innocent and sweet as you say this, gazing at him with the most daring eyes he’s ever seen. He shakes his head in disbelief.

“Yeah, let’s see.”

Usually, you’d worry about taking the dress off, scared to damage it somehow, but as Jimin helps you lift it and put it over your head, you couldn’t care less. You’re not wearing a bra. Your chest is fully exposed; you rest your hands back on the counter, gazing at Jimin sweetly, as he almost drools over your body.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He breathes heavily, mesmerized. Without wasting a second, he cups your breasts with both hands and squeezes them gently, earning a hum of approval from you. He kisses your neck, making his way down - slow, wet, loud kisses -, tasting you; you grip and massage his smooth hair, pulling it softly in ways that make him shiver.

When he hungrily mouths one of your hardened nipples, you bite your bottom lip and a soft moan escapes. Just the vision of his plump lips wrapped around your nipple makes you wetter. He swirls his warm, wet tongue around it, while his hand still works on your other breast, massaging it in delicious movements. He sucks your nipple, making a loud noise, before biting it gently - earning a hiss from you.

“I like that sound.” He says against your skin, looking up at you with a smile. “God, you’re delicious.” He kisses a spot on your stomach, under your breast. “You smell so good…” Another kiss. Lower this time. “I want to eat you.”

You giggle, biting your lip provocatively - as if his actions aren’t making you go insane. “Then do it.”

It’s his turn to laugh as he shakes his head; his smile is angelical - even though, right now, with the red light painting his face as he helps you position your feet on the counter - your hands supporting the weight of your body as you lean back slightly, totally spread and exposed for him -, he looks like a hungry demon.

God. You never had sex in such an open place before. The ocean breeze hits your body, making you shiver, at the same time that you’re burning from the inside, trembling in expectation. Jimin takes the hem of your thong and helps you take it off slowly, well aware of how painful making you wait is. He drops the last piece of clothing to the floor before grabbing the insides of your thighs, spreading you even more.

You’re naked and open over a bar counter, where anyone from the neighboring yachts can see you, with a million dollar necklace around your neck - and you’ve never been so aroused before.

Jimin licks his lips, eyes locked on your cunt. “You’re so wet for me, baby.” You bite your bottom lip hard when his fingers press on your clit in circular movements again for some moments before spreading your pussy lips with his index and pointed finger. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

He wraps his lips on your clit.

You throw your head back and actually moan this time.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck - his plump lips around your clit feel like heaven, much better than what your dirty mind could think of. He sucks softly and licks you, from your entrance to your clit again, flicking his tongue over it (once again - that’s a man that knows what to do with a clit). His warm, wet muscle moving against your most sensitive part makes waves of heat and raw pleasure run through your body, completely clouding your mind, as your fingers grip his hair and moans and hisses escape through your lips. Your sounds of pleasure, the wet noises he makes as he sucks you and the ocean waves create the most obscene and beautiful symphony you’ve ever heard.

“Fuck-“ you manage to breathe out somehow. If he weren’t busy sucking your clit, he would’ve smirked cockily. “Feel so good, baby…”

He leans away for a moment, actually smirking this time. His lips are so wet that the sight makes you more wet. “Shit, if you call me like that again, I will cum in my pants.”

This makes you smile - but your smile goes away quickly as he carefully introduces two fingers inside of you, making you moan and bite your bottom lip. You’re so wet that they slide in easily - but you’re also very tight due to not being penetrated in a while, which makes Jimin move slowly. He watches your cunt with the attention of a professional. Fuck, he might be a pro at this, actually.

He curls his fingers inside of you slowly, making you lose your breath; Jimin pays attention to your every reaction. “You like that, pretty?”

“Y-Yeah,” you moan, nodding, still biting your bottom lip. Jimin looks up at you with a fog in his eyes.

“You look so fucking hot right now, Y/N.” Somehow, the way he calls your name in that low tone instead of pretty sends goosebumps down your spine. He keeps eye contact while his fingers keep moving inside of you. He starts pulling them in and out, and you close your eyes for a moment, feeling shockwaves of pleasure every time he does so. Your breath gets shallow and quick, and out of instinct, you start bucking your hips, following his movements.

He mouths your clit once again while his fingers are still busy, making you moan louder. “R-Right there, Jimin-“ you stutter in a breathless voice. “Just like that…”

You don’t need to ask twice - he keeps hitting the same spot as his mouth works on your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over it, slurping all of your juices. You grip his hair for dear life, incapable of doing anything but moan and hiss and sweat, feeling your legs shake. You also think Jimin looks so fucking hot right now - head between your legs, hair an absolute mess (your fault), wet lips and the hungriest eyes you’ve ever seen in your life.

It might be because you’ve been touch starved for a while, or because Jimin eats pussy too well, or because you’ve been dreaming of this moment with him - but you already feel the orgasm building up. “Don’t fucking stop,” you beg him - and he obeys, sucking and licking mercilessly; maybe even Steven down there can hear the squelching noise your pussy makes every time his fingers move, or your moans that make Jimin feel the hardest he’s ever been. A small pool of your juices forms on the glass under you, dripping from your entrance. Jimin works on your cunt like his life depends on it. You feel the overwhelming heat building up in your stomach, your body shaking, your lungs failing-

You grip Jimin’s hair hard and yank him away from your pussy as the orgasm hits (you pulled so hard that it hurt his scalp - and he loved it); he also loved how tight you clenched his fingers as the orgasm made you convulse, just imagining how it would feel to be inside you. He watches you with pride, all covered in sweat and helpless, your face contorted in pleasure.

He takes his fingers out of you slowly, standing straight again to press his lips on yours - and you don’t care to taste yourself on his lips. Your legs are still weak and trembling when one of his arms once again wraps around your waist and he helps you stand up on the floor, never breaking apart.

“Baby, I need you around me.” He whispers between kisses - and it almost sounds like a whimper, which makes your legs even weaker. “Will you get on your knees for me? Hmm?”

It’s your turn to obey promptly - Jimin ate you out so good that he deserves it. Without saying anything, and still keeping eye contact, you get on your knees, batting your lashes prettily at him while your fingers work on his belt. Jimin takes some strands of hair away from your face, mesmerized; ever since you first met, he always looked at you in a way that made you feel attractive, and right now it has just increased tenfold.

Jimin unzips his pants and frees his cock from his black boxers. You gulp at the sight of his girthy, veiny cock; he’s stone hard, pulsating, and you wonder exactly how long he’s been hard already. He pumps himself slowly, while you once again lock eyes.

“Shit- you look even better than I imagined.” He says in a low, breathy tone. Just the fact that your usually fierce and unbashful persona is obediently kneeled down in front of his dick, looking up at him with sweet round eyes (you’re too good at this), eyes clouded still recovering from your high, almost sends him over the edge.

You stick your tongue out and lick his pink tip, immediately earning a hiss of pleasure. Your lips wrap around the tip and you suck gently at first, teasing him, never breaking eye contact, while he still pumps himself. Jimin gulps, licking his wet lips; the sight itself makes you tighten your pussy around nothing.

“Open your mouth for me.” He says - and this time it doesn’t sound like he’s asking, meaning he’s more desperate. You promptly do so, sticking your tongue out again. He slaps his cock against your tongue, hissing - and it’s fucking evil how you’re smiling right now, he thinks - while his other hand grips the hair at the top of your head firmly.

He pushes in. Fuck - he’s big and fat and you gag around him, but at the same time, he tastes delicious, if it even makes sense. Jimin closes his eyes and throws his head back, starting to roll his hips against your face, as his hand still keeps your head in place and your lips tighten around his cock.

“Shit– you look so good with my cock stuffed down your throat,” he hisses, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Drool and spit drip from the corners of your mouth, you gag and whimper, but it’s the daring gaze locked on his that tells Jimin he can just keep going. “So obedient, baby, taking me like a big girl… fuck– I want to cum all over your face.”

You hum with his dick in your mouth, sending vibrations that make him groan with pleasure. His balls slap on your chin every time he thrusts, and you keep your lips tightened around him, trying to give him the pressure he needs. There’s something sensual about you being naked while he’s still fully clothed - and you never thought you’d feel this way for anyone. He looks so hot with sweat covering his forehead, strands of hair falling over eyes, half lidded eyes and parted lips in a face of pure pleasure; fuck, you’d let him fuck your throat whenever he wanted, you’d suck him forever if it meant you would have this sight every time you did it.

His grunts and moans and hisses make you melt every time, even though his movements become more and more uncomfortable as he stuffs himself in your throat in quick thrusts that make you whimper and feel tears grow in your eyes. As if sensing this, Jimin yanks you off his cock and you gasp for air. He smiles at how messy you look right now, with drool dripping from your mouth and a thin layer of sweat over your forehead.

“C’mere,” he breathes out, helping you get up and hurriedly guiding you towards a nearby sun lounger. Closer to the yacht’s balcony, the ocean breeze hits your body harder, making you shiver. “How do you want me to fuck you, hm?”

Without saying a word, you smile devilishly before getting on your fours for him; you arch your back and purr like a cat, ass up, chest touching the lounger. You're still smiling and biting your lip when you look at him from over your shoulder, mesmerized by the sight of your stretched pussy.

Jimin steps closer and massages your asscheek before slapping hard, earning you a soft hiss. “You’re amazing. Can’t stop saying that. You’re perfect, baby.” He grips your hip with one hand while the other guides his cock to your entrance, getting the tip wetter with your juices. “You’re so good that you make me wanna fuck you raw, baby.”

Truth is - you didn’t even think of protection, and you couldn’t care less in this moment, as wrong as it is - but God, when Jimin finally pushes in, stretching your pussy as both of you moan in pleasure, you couldn’t be more thankful that his cock is uncovered so you can feel his skin purely.

Your breathing fails and you grip the fabric of the lounger tight, adjusting to the pressure and the slight pain it causes. Jimin pushes balls deep in, slowly at first, throwing his head back in delight. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, pretty…”

He starts to thrust in and out, making you moan each time with the glorious friction you desired so much. “Fuck– f-feel so good, Jimin…” you purr, arching your back even more. He grips both sides of your hips firmly, increasing speed with each thrust; the sound of skin hitting skin repeatedly is everything you can hear beside yours and Jimin’s moans and grunts.

Every nerve in your body seems to be on fire. His cock punches deep into your pussy, pushing you closer and closer to actual insanity as your mind becomes incapable of noticing anything but the feeling of him hammering inside of you over and over again, his strong grip on your hips, stuffing you even better than you had fantasized. Sweat covers all of your body now, and the necklace hurts your collarbones since you’re pressed against the lounger, but you couldn’t care less right now.

“I love hearing you moan, pretty.” He sounds out of breath and sexy. You gasp in surprise when, suddenly, he grips your hair and pulls it, forcing your head back. It burns your scalp; you hiss in pain, but the pain mixes with the overwhelming pleasure and somehow doubles it. “Fuck– this pussy’s all mine. You’re all mine.”

You never thought Jimin was the possessive type, but people babble whatever comes to their minds when they fuck, right? That’s why, mindlessly, you have the audacity to agree: “Y-Yeah, baby, I’m all yours– ah!”

He pulls your hair even harder at the same time he takes it all out just to slam himself balls deep in again in a way that lets you see stars and drool. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck– he’s merciless, relentless in his quick pace, ruthless in the way he grips you and spanks your ass - but, at the same time, his mouth is full of praises, grunting how good you feel or how pretty you are.

You whine in protest when he pulls out entirely without warning. “Turn around, I want to watch you getting fucked.”

Once again, you do as he said without complaints - but instead of immediately laying back again, your hurried fingers unbutton his shirt and you make him take it off, which Jimin does gladly, since the fabric was already glued to his body due to how much he was sweating. You lay back; Jimin grabs your legs and puts both knees over his shoulders.

He takes his cock with one hand while the other holds one of your thighs, slapping it on your clit a few times. You watch his face distort with pleasure when he pushes inside of you again. Jimin picks a fast pace from the beginning, holding both of your thighs, focused as if he’s on a mission; all you can do is moan and whimper helplessly, massaging your own breasts while Jimin drives both of you closer to your highs.

He watches the way your tits bounce with each thrust, your face covered with sweat, the way not even the ruined makeup makes you look ugly - and the fact that you’re wearing anything but diamonds somehow arouses him even more. You clench around him, pushing Jimin closer and closer to the edge. Neither of you are worrying about being quiet right now, and you can only hope that the ocean will be your ally in muffling your desperate moans.

But you’re suddenly forced to worry about it.

The sound of voices and steps yank both of you back to reality at the same time.

Jimin stops moving. You and him look to the stairs barely five meters away at the same time.

Two voices coming closer.

“Sir, please-” you hear. It’s Steven’s voice - worried, almost freaked out.

And the second voice-

“B-But I’m sure I left it here somewhere…”

You both recognize it instantly.

A very drunk Jungkook.

You look back at Jimin with horror, eyes open wide, as he lets go of your legs and lays on top of you instead, shushing you.

“Sir, please,” Steven’s panicked voice echoes again. “As I told you, the upper floors were waxed… you can’t go upstairs, it’ll ruin your shoes,” yeah, he came up with a smart excuse. But Jungkook keeps babbling about losing something, too drunk to understand.

If he comes upstairs, he’ll immediately see you. You’re not in a hidden spot at all. You want to get up and hurry away-

But then you look at Jimin again and he’s smirking devilishly.

He thrusts again, sending bolts of pleasure through your body.

Before you can moan - he covers your mouth with his hand.

Your eyes talk. Are you seriously doing this?

His eyes talk back. Yeah.

He thrusts again.

And again.

Your eyes roll back, you entangle your legs around his waist. Fuck, these men down there could come upstairs at any moment. They can hear you if you’re loud enough. If they come upstairs and see you in this situation, you don’t know if you’ll get over the embarrassment. But Jimin’s cock is stuffing you so deep and so good. He hits your spot again, and again, and again, and his dick is thick and heavy, and he could tear you open that you wouldn’t mind - so you don’t push Jimin away. No, you tighten your legs around him because don’t he dare stop; you grip his back, you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to keep quiet, but the fact that Jimin can still hear your muffled moans against his hand makes it hard for him to endure this much longer.

He hides his face on your neck in an attempt to muffle his own moans, biting your shoulder in a torturous slower pace now - if he goes too hard, the sound of skin hitting skin will be heard from the floor below. A part of your mind registers that Steven is desperately trying to lead Jungkook out of the yacht, while all the other parts are focused on Jimin’s member inside of you, his weight over your body, his teeth sinked on your shoulder. You can’t stop, neither does he. It’s like you’re in some type of trance.

After long, torturous minutes, you hear the voices going away.

Jimin is ruthless.

He lets go of your mouth and supports his body with his forearms on both sides of your face, pounding in despair; neither of you can take this much longer, it’s getting painful.

“F-Fuck, pretty, you did so well-” he somehow manages to breathe out, smirking in boyish excitement. “Such an obedient girl, hmpf, keeping quiet while I fuck you good…”

“Oh my God–” you whimper, feeling the second - and more intense - orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach. “D-Don’t fucking stop, Jimin–”

“Yes, baby, I’ll make you cum again–” he swiftly leans away and places one leg over his shoulder again, spreading you in an even better angle. “You deserve it, baby- shit, shit, shit–”

He punches inside of you over and over and over again until your walls are clenched and convulsing and your toes curl and your eyes roll and you grip the fabric of the lounger tight and your whole body shakes in an explosive orgasm. You’re breathless, weak; it was an almost out of body experience. Did you ever cum this hard before? You don’t think so.

And it’s not time to think of yourself, actually, because when your brain starts recovering from the high, you realize that Jimin had pulled out and is pumping his cock desperately, trying to reach his high. You grab his wrist, stopping him, and - Jimin almost loses it - you meow: “C’mere, come in my mouth.”

You sit up and he kneels over you until his member is on your face and, without wasting a second, you put it all into your mouth until you feel him in your throat, sucking him eagerly. Jimin moans and grips your hair while you pump your head over his length, producing loud suction noises. You just want him to cum as hard and good as he made you.

“Fuck– fuck, Y/N, I’m coming–” he warns in pant, pulling his cock out of your mouth.

You still keep it open, though, sticking your tongue out, as Jimin blows his load on you. You feel his hot seed dripping on your face, feel it on your lips and tongue. You patiently wait until he’s milked dry. Then, you open your eyes.

Jimin’s hair is an absolute mess. He’s all sweaty, panting heavily, face flushed, shaking slightly; you’ve never seen him look so glorious.

He opens a tired smirk.

And, with your gaze locked with his, you lick your lips and swallow.

It’s like he came again just seeing you do this.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Y/N.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

It is your turn to chuckle.

Yeah.

Maybe you will.

You let cum drip on a million dollar necklace.

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i-am-baechu · 8 months

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❥・Title: Danger!

❥・Paring: Jimin x reader

❥・ Summary: Y/N spent every day the same. Read records, help a patient, read more records, prescribe medication, and then go home. Meeting the preschool teacher who teaches her nephew in the hospital lobby was something she wasn’t expecting but she wasn’t complaining. Especially when he’s so cute.

❥・ Rating: Pg - 14

❥・ Genre: Doctor! Y/N, preschool teacher! Jimin, Brother Jungkook!, fluff, romance, little spice and comedy

❥・Authors Note: I was going to upload this yesterday but I fell asleep as soon as I got home! Sorry guys but here she is~

Playlist: Danger - Woo!Ah! ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

Jeon Y/N finished the last report and leaned back in her chair with a loud sigh. It was a busy day but what else is new for her? She pushed her glasses up into her hair and stared at the ceiling with a blank expression. She loves being busy. It keeps her mind off of things but sometimes it just gets too much. Before her thoughts consumed her, her cell phone started ringing. She took the phone out as she continued to stare at the ceiling, “Hello?”

“Yah! Y/N, where are you?”

“Don’t talk to me like that, it's annoying.”

“I’m older than you! Don’t tell me what to do!”

“Jungkook, what do you want?”

“Haneul misses you and he wants you to come over for dinner.”

Y/N smiled at this and nodded her head, “I miss Haneul too. I’ll visit, I just finished my reports.”

“Don't you miss your brother?”

“Bye~.”

“Yah, Y/N-”

Y/N pressed the red button and put her phone back in her pocket. She let out a laugh and shook her head, “Idiot.” She put away the reports into her desk and put the leftovers of her lunch in her bag. She stretched her back and let out a small groan when she felt it crack. She took her doctor's coat and put it on the coat hanger with a small smile. She grabbed her tote and was finally leaving her office. It felt like she lived there but it did feel good to be wanted by someone that wasn’t her family.

She walked out of her office saying her goodbyes whenever she walked past someone. She put her things in the car and she stared at herself in the small mirror in her car. She was only twenty-seven and she already felt like she was in her fifties with the amount of work she had. Being an adult is so troublesome.

She entered the familiar house and the smell of beef hit her nose. She went to take off her shoes but before she could bend down, a loud voice echoed through the living room, “Aunty!!”

“My Haneul!~ I missed you so much, baby!~”

“You can’t even say that to your brother?”

She picked up Haneul and scoffed at Jungkook as she placed a kiss on Haneul’s forehead, “Why would I say it to you, Jungkook?”

Jungkook placed the bowl of greens on the table and pouted at her, “Because I raised you!”

“Okay? Do you want a gold star for that?”

Jungkook put some salad on a plate and nodded his head, “I do because you didn’t make things easy you know.”

“I just taught you stuff, isn’t that right, Haneul?”

Haneul let out a small laugh and hugged Y/N’s neck, “Yeah, Daddy! Aunty taught new stuff!”

“See Kook, you should listen to your son.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and took Haneul out of her arms, “Haneul, do you want to tell Aunty what you did today?”

Haneul nodded his head, “Teacher...I patched his cut.”

Y/N tilted her head at this and smiled, “Are you a doctor like me, Han?”

Jungkook pouted at her and shook his head “Maybe he wants to be like his dad?”

“Single?”

Jungkook scoffed at this and kissed Haneul on the cheek causing a giggle to erupt, “Aunty is lonely and will always be right?”

“Daddy? I want....Aunty to meet teacher.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow as she sat next to Jungkook, “Teacher? What's his name?”

Jungkook clicked the straps on Haneul’s high chair and gave her a small smirk, “Jimin.”

“Last name?”

“Park Jimin.”

Jimin sneezed in his office and Taehyung tilted his head, “You good?”

“Just a sneeze.”

Taehyung leaned forward and gave him a mischievous look, “That means someone is talking about you.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and put his folders in the cabinet, “Who would talk about me?”

“A future lover, I bet.”

“Tae, shut up. Talking about lovers, shouldn’t you go home to yours?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and stood up from his chair, “Yuki knows I’ll be late.”

“Just go and leave me alone.”

Taehyung put his hands up in defeat and let out a sigh, “Just think about my offer.”

Jimin sighed and took a sip of his water, “I’ll think about it...now leave my office.”

“Yes, Mr. Park.”

“Don’t call me that!”

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“Mr. Park....”

Jimin looked behind him to see Haneul looking at him with a sad look. Jimin raised his eyebrow at the sight and was worried. Haneul was usually loud and happy but this was different. Jimin put the marker down next to Jon on the table. He stood up from the small table and took Haneul to his desk. He leaned down to his level and gave him a small smile, “Haneul? Is everything okay?”

Haneul bit his lip and nodded his head, “I miss my aunty...” Jungkook warned him that Haneul was going to be like this today, “My sister came over last night and left this morning. Haneul is going to be pouty about it because he doesn’t get to see her that much. Can you try and show him other things to get his mind off of it? Sorry.”

Jimin nodded his head at Haneul and turned around to take something out of the treasure box. Haneul didn’t pay any attention because he was looking at the floor with a frown. Jimin took out a bunny puppet and put his hand through it, “Cheer up there buddy! Your aunty will come and visit you!”

Haneul looked up from the ground and his eyes landed on the bunny. His frown quickly turned into a smile and pointed at the bunny, “Daddy!”

“Daddy wouldn’t want you to be sad at your favorite place. Do you want a hug?”

Haneul clapped his hands and nodded his head, “I do!”

Jimin brought the rabbit to his small chubby face and Haneul hugged Jimin’s arm tight. Jimin smiled at this but he wondered about his aunt. Haneul talks about his aunt a lot but Jungkook barely mentions her to him. He wondered what was so secretive about her...

Y/N sneezed in her office and her assistant, Jung Hoseok, tilted his head, “Are you okay Doctor Jeon?”

Y/N nodded her head and wiped her nose with a tissue, “It was a small sneeze.”

Hoseok nodded his head and a smug look appeared on his face, “You know...that means someone is talking or thinking about you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and stood up from her desk, “I doubt that. We have a distal radius fracture in room four and the patient's name is Lee Sua. She’s a twenty-six-year-old and it says here that she fell down at work. I’m going to have you look at her while I go to Kim Yuki.”

Hoseok nodded his head and took the folders from Y/N, “Is Mrs. Kim going to find out the gender for today?”

“If she wants. I doubt it, her husband said he wanted a surprise.”

Hoseok read through the reports and nodded his head, “Surprises are good, right?”

“They are. Alright, call me if you need anything, okay, Hoseok?”

“Okay, doctor.”

Y/N left to go to room ten with a small smile on her face. Kim Yuki or Min Yuki has been her patient for a couple of years now. She was her primary doctor and her first real doctor after moving away from her parents. Yuki was only two years older than her but Yuki acted like she was much younger. Yuki was the definition of adorable. She had doe eyes and chubby cheeks that were always rosy. It made sense that Yuki got with a handsome man like Taehyung. They were the perfect couple in her eyes.

She knocked on the door and heard a small “come in.” Y/N opened the door and pushed her hair behind her ear, “Good morning, the Kims.”

“Good morning, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled and waved at the couple, “How is everything?”

Yuki glanced at Taehyung and then back at Y/N with a shy look, “My... boobs have been hurting lately and nothing is helping.”

Taehyung sighed and shook his head, “She’s also been having some discharge.”

Y/N nodded her head and wrote down some notes, “That’s all normal Mrs. Kim. Unfortunately, I can’t prescribe medicine for that because of how sensitive you are towards medication. I’ll ask the pharmacy today to show you the heating pads. For the discharge, as long as there's no blood then I’m not too worried about it.”

Yuki nodded her head and looked at Taehyung with a pout, “I told you not to tell her...”

“Babe, she's our doctor. She needs to know everything regardless of how embarrassing it is.”

Y/N nodded her head and set up the ultrasound machine, “He’s right, Yuki.”

Yuki crossed her arms over her chest and nodded her head, “Fine..I’ll let him be right this once. Enjoy it, Tae.”

“Oh, I will.”

Y/N let out a laugh and put on some gloves, “Can you lift up your shirt? I’m going to put this jelly on you and it's going to be cold, alright?”

“Okay.”

She put the gel on her and she smiled at the screen, “Take a look there's your baby. Would you like to know the gender?”

“No, I want it to be a surprise.”

Y/N nodded her head and smiled, “I kinda figured.”

Yuki smiled at her and wiped the gel off of her, “Did you think about what I said?”

Taehyung glanced at her and was excited to hear her answer, “I didn’t have time to be honest. I was with Haneul yesterday.”

“Oh, you were with your brother?”

“No, I said Haneul.”

Yuki let out a small laugh and shook her head, “You guys are so cute together. I was just wondering what you thought about it.”

“I don’t know how I would do on a blind date...let me think about it still.”

“Okay...just know he's cute.”

Taehyung glared at his wife and shook his head, “I’m cuter...right?”

“Yes, you are.”

Y/N wanted to gag at the cuteness but instead, she just rolled her eyes at them. She put her equipment away and looked at her clipboard as Yuki stared at her with doe eyes, “Staring isn’t nice.”

“I think you would like him.”

“Yuki all because you think I would like him doesn’t really help me. I’ll think about it okay.”

“Promise me?”

She sighed and glanced at her with a small, “I promise.”

Jimin sat at the bar drinking away. The stress of being a teacher was finally getting to him on his day off. Before he finished off his drink he felt an arm around his shoulder and he rolled his eyes when he realized who it was, “What do you want?”

“Is that how you talk to your hyung?”

“Hoseok...I’m sorry.”He turned towards him and gave him a small stressed smile, “It was a long day today.”

Hoseok nodded his head and asked for a drink, “Ah, I get it. What happened?”

“I had a student that was clinging onto me all day because he missed his aunty. I felt bad because I couldn’t really do anything for him.”

“Aww, that's cute. Missing someone just shows how much they love someone. He’s also a kid, he doesn’t know how to control his emotions.”

Jimin finished off his drink and nodded his head, “I know...and then I have Taehyung on my ass about this blind date.”

Hoseok raised his eyebrow as he took a sip of his drink, “Blind date?”

“Yeah, he said that I’ve been single for too long.”

“I mean the last time you had a relationship was in college.”

Jimin glared at Hoseok and then looked back at his glass, “Thanks for reminding me...”

Hoseok let out a small laugh and shook his head, “I think it would be good for you. Meet new people.”

“This person could possibly be my girlfriend in the future. It’s a lot of pressure.”

“Don’t think so ahead.”

“I’ll try. I just hope she's great like how Taehyung has told me.”

Y/N sneezed again in her office and took out a tissue in annoyance, “I swear if I’m getting sick, I’m going to kill Jungkook.”

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Y/N went into the lobby to speak to a nurse but her eyes landed on Jungkook and Haneul. Her eyes widened at this and rushed towards them, “What happened? Haneul, are you okay? Jungkook, are you okay?”

Jungkook smirked at this and tilted his head at her, “Awww, do you care for me?”

She glared at him as her eye twitched, “I can send you to the ER with broken ribs if you test me.”

“But I don’t have broken ribs...”

“I can change that.”

Haneul tilted his head at Y/N and tugged at her doctor's coat, “Aunty.”

She got to his level and pushed some hair back behind his ears, “What’s wrong?”

“Teacher. He fell and started bleeding.”

“Bleeding?” She glanced at Jungkook as he nodded his head, “Where is he?”

“He had to go to the bathroom. I was going to check him in.”

“What happened?”

Jungkook sighed and rubbed his neck, “Haneul was so excited about visiting you today that he started jumping. When he was jumping he dropped his backpack by the stairs and well...Jimin slipped on the bag and fell.”

“HE FELL DOWN STAIRS!”

Jungkook flinched at her voice and nodded his head, “I’m sure he's fine.”

“Was it a couple of stairs?”

“Technically...”

Y/N glared at Jungkook and slammed her foot on his, causing him to groan, “Tell me now.”

“He fell down a flight of stairs.”

“He could have broken something, you know that right.”

Jungkook glanced at his foot and then at her, “I think you broke my foot.”

“Kook, I’m going to break your neck in a second.”

“Is this the famous aunty, Haneul?”

She turned around at the new voice and her eyes widened. He had cuts all over his body and was limping towards them. She looked back at Jungkook and glared at him, “He can’t even walk right.”

“He has health insurance?”

“Jungkook, you're about to need your insurance when I’m done with you.” Y/N went to get a wheelchair and have him slowly sit in it, “I’m Doctor Jeon. I’ll get a nurse to do some x-rays and we’ll figure it out from there.”

“What about my job?”

She glanced at Jungkook and nodded her head, “Tell Jin that Jimin can’t come into work.”

Jimin raised his eyebrow and looked at her, “You know Jin?”

“Of course I do, he’s our cousin.”

Jungkook pouted at this, “He’s going to yell at me.”

“As you deserve. Now go before I kill you. I love you Haneul. Don’t you have something to say to Jimin?”

Haneul nodded his head and looked down at his feet, “I-I’m sorry.”

Jimin smiled at this and leaned towards him (ignoring the sharp pain), “It’s okay. Accidents happen.”

“I’m sorry.”

Y/N leaned down and kissed Haneul on the top of his head, “As long as you learn from your mistake. Now, Park Jimin, I’m going to get you a nurse okay.”

“O-Okay.”

Y/N gave him one final smile as he watched her walk away. He looked at Jungkook with a small smile, “She’s cute...”

“Dude, did you hit your head?”

“No, I have eyes. I know cute when I see it.”

Jungkook scoffed at him and looked at Haneul, “Did you hear that Han, Mr. Park thinks Aunty is cute.”

“Aunty cute.”

“Don’t be on his side.”

Y/N nodded her head at the nurse, “He’s over there in the wheelchair. He’s limping and favoring his right side. I’m going to assume that his left leg is what took most of the damage.”

“So, x-ray on his left leg?”

“That’s the most important one but I also want an x-ray of his whole body. If we have to then we can do a CAT scan or an MRI.”

The nurse glanced over Y/N’s shoulder and looked at Jimin with a flushed face, “He’s cute.”

Y/N shook her head and let out a small laugh, “You can stare at him when your job is done. In the meantime let’s do our job, okay?”

The nurse nodded her head in embarrassment, “Sorry, doctor Jeon.”

“It’s okay.” She turned around to glance at Jimin and let out a small laugh, “I get it though. Let’s get this done.”

“Okay, doctor.”

Jimin sat in his room and stared at the white ceiling with a bored face. It’s been four hours since his x-rays and MRIs. It's boring now. Nothing was happening and he had to wait for his results. Waiting is the most annoying thing to do especially in situations like these. The door opened and his spirits were lifted when he saw the familiar face.

“Jimin, I told you to sleep.”

He let out a small laugh and shrugged his shoulders, “I couldn’t really sleep...I was anxious about the results.”

Y/N gave him a comforting look and nodded her head, “I understand that. Shockley, you didn’t break or fracture anything. You're just very bruised.”

“Does that mean I can go to work?”

She rolled her eyes and updated his whiteboard about his condition, “No, I’m going to have you stay for at least a week. Just in case anything else shows up. If you go to work, you can easily tear a muscle and that’s not fun.”

Jimin pouted but nodded his head, “I guess...at least I can be around you then.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at this and dropped her marker, “Y-Yeah. Get some sleep.”

“Yes, doctor.”

A week and Jimin was infatuated with Y/N. Jimin falls fast, he is a hopelessly romantic after all. Yes, he wished this was a different situation but at least he got to be with her. Y/N was serious about her job and it was hot. The way she explained to him about his condition or how she helped him move around. It just made him fall for her even more. Maybe he should get hurt again just to see her.

Today he was leaving but he wanted to have one last lunch with Y/N. He sat on the patio with his soup in front of him waiting for her. He saw Y/N come into the lunchroom but it was clear she was annoyed. He tilted his head but saw someone following her. He was kinda of glad that the person didn’t know indoor voices.

“Y/N, please go out with me.”

Jimin wanted to laugh when he saw her roll her eyes and shake her head. It was clear she wanted nothing to do with the poor dude. She glanced at Jimin and she smiled at him. As if he was her savior (or that’s how Jimin saw it). She turned around and said something to the guy who sent a glare toward Jimin. The guy said one last thing and walked away with his head steaming in anger.

She sat at the table and she gave him an awkward smile, “Sorry about that...he always does this to me and I always tell him no. You would think he would get it by now.”

“I can understand why he kept trying?”

She raised her eyebrow and opened up her lunch box, “Oh, why?”

“You're beautiful, smart, and all the above. I get it.��

She let out a small laugh and felt her face get hot but ignored it, “I can say the same to you. Today is your last day, are you excited?”

“Not really. I was out of work for a week and now I have to go back to work. Not fun.”

“But you love your work.”

He sighed and nodded his head, “I do love my work but I forgot how much of a workaholic I am.”

“Ah, I see. I’m like that too. That’s why my friend wants me to go on this blind date.”

Jimin felt his heart shattered at this but he just smiled at her, “That’s funny because my friend was doing the same for me.”

“Two workaholics trying to date, how funny.”

“It could be a story.”

She took a bite of her steak and smiled, “Are you going on the date?”

“Yeah, I have nothing to lose. What about you?”

“Same here...I’m going to miss seeing you.”

He raised his eyebrow and leaned forward with a little smirk, “Oh?”

“Shut up. You're fun to be around and you don’t give me a headache.”

“I mean you have your brother.”

“The biggest headache around.”

He let out a laugh and shook his head, “You know, Haneul talks about you all the time at school.”

“Does he?”

“He always says that he wants to be like you.”

Her ego went higher with that statement, “Really? Please tell that to Jungkook and take a picture of his face.”

“You really are a menace to him aren’t you.”

“I’m his sister, I have to humble him somehow.”

“Doctor Jeon, Doctor Min needs you.”

She looked up to see a nurse standing by the door with an apologetic face, “ Looks like I need to leave. I’ll see you later Jimin?”

“Yeah...hopefully.”

She gathered her things and stood up from the chair. She went by his side and gently rubbed his shoulder, “Bye.”

“Bye Y/N...”

He watched her leave and he leaned back in his seat with a frown, “Fuck now I gotta go on that date.”

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Y/N looked at herself in the mirror and flattened out her skirt. She was in a simple satin pink dress and she felt pretty. It’s been a while since she felt like that. She did a small twirl and smiled to herself, “I told you that dress would be perfect.”

She glanced at Yuki through the mirror and nodded her head, “I know...it’s just...this is weird for me.”

“Why?”

She turned around to look at Yuki with a frown, “This isn’t work or family-related, it's strange to focus on something else.”

Yuki rubbed her stomach and nodded her head, “I know but this will be good for you. Have fun for once without work and family.”

She sighed and nodded her head, “You sound like my brother but less annoying.”

Yuki let out a laugh and covered her mouth, “Taehyung is really excited for this date but he didn’t tell me why.”

“That sounds like him. Thank you for letting me get ready at your house.”

“No problem, it's fun having another girl.”

Just wait a few more months and you get to experience that all the time, “I guess I should be going.”

The two walked down the stairs talking to each other while Taehyung was watching TV. He glanced at her and gave her a thumbs up, “You look good doctor.”

“Thanks. Why are you so excited about this date?”

Taehyung glanced at Yuki who was looking away from his stare. He looked back at Y/N and smiled, “I’m just excited.”

“Any hints on the guy?”

“You’ve met him before.”

She tilted her head and raised her eyebrow, “That doesn’t help me.”

“I never said it would help.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and took her purse off the couch (hitting Taehyung in the head in the process), “I’ll be going. Hopefully, I don’t die on this date.”

“You won’t. Go have fun!~”

She smiled at Yuki and waved goodbye to them, “I’ll see you guys later.”

When the door closed, Yuki turned towards Taehyung with a confused look, “She met him before?”

“Yeah, let me have fun with this.”

“I guess...”

Y/N entered the restaurant and smiled at the hostess, “I have a table under Kim Taehyung.”

“Right this way.”

She smiled at her and followed her through the crowded restaurant. The light was dimmed and it was clear this is a place for dates. Taehyung did his homework. She stood in shock when she saw who was at the table but was also happy to see him, “Jimin?”

“Y-Y/N?”

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Call Me Crazy...

Rating: T

Word Count:11.8k

Warning(s): anxiety/anxious thoughts, near panic attacks, injury, but also beware the fluff for it is potent

Summary: When Y/N gets her hands on the newest Samsung phone, she thinks at most she’ll get a little clout with her friends and fewer dropped calls. A direct portal to BTS? Not so much.

Tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | poly| FM!POC!reader

Ch.3: Don’t Hold Your Breath for a Break

A/N: Hiiii, sorry I’ve been away for so long. 🥺 Life has been pretty stressful. But, I’m back now, new chapter, whoo! I have had this on my mind for a while now, and finally got the chance to incorporate it into this chapter~ I really do hope you enjoy the arrival of the next BTS member to show up, whose dynamics with Y/N are already among my favorites. Also, always feel free to chat with me about this fic if you’d like, I don’t bite and thrive on the engagement! 🤗 I wanna know if anyone wants to guess what is going on or has figured it out yet. This chapter is especially dedicated to the blog who had a super easy tutorial on how to keep your formatting from google docs to tumblr!! Saved me a lot of time. Hehe *PLEASE do not ask about the taglist in this story’s comments*

In the days that followed, Y/N completely fell down a rabbit hole. It felt prudent to look more into BTS, or more specifically, Park Jimin. From a strictly legal perspective and nothing more.

After all, she was sure his attorneys would be sending a court summons any day now just as soon as they managed to find out her identity and track her down. It was something she lived in fear of.

Binna was none-the-wiser that the reason she suddenly seemed so attentive about the band’s recent lives was because she wanted to know if they’d mentioned anything. Any clues that would tell Y/N when her days as a free person were coming to an end.

Honestly, she hadn’t found much. Nothing that would be helpful in allowing her to participate in her own legal defense. Speaking of that, could she even afford an attorney that would be able to stand up against Park Jimin’s? She was sure a global superstar would have the best in the country.

Y/N listlessly scrolled through yet more photos of Jimin—looking for hidden meanings in the recent videos the group had posted was starting to make her feel like she was overreacting at best and paranoid at worst.

There were pictures of him with a variety of hair colors and outfits, taken over time, and he was flawless in all of them. Even ones she came across where he wasn’t glammed out in full makeup made it obvious he was just one of the lucky ones, naturally born attractive.

“How many wardrobe malfunctions can one person have throughout their career?” Y/N found herself muttering, spying yet another photo where Jimin’s fancy jacket was sliding down his arm. “Is he allergic to keeping his shirt on his shoulders?”

Though, given how many fan compilations existed that compiled every single moment where Jimin’s shirt or jacket hadn’t quite managed to stay all the way on, it didn’t seem like there were many complaints. Army was swooning and swooning hard if anything.

But really, being sued within an inch of her life wasn’t even the worst part about it all. If someone saw the “notes” section of her phone, they’d have her committed first, and ask questions later. She’d have her committed, under normal circumstances.

Because what she had experienced not once, but twice? It went against everything she stood for. Logical, grounded, a firm believer in science and fact. Facts didn’t support phenomena like getting sucked through a mirror and ending up in an idol’s dance studio.

Facts didn’t support seeing the face of another idol—because she now knew the reason the man in the mirror looked vaguely familiar was because he was another BTS member, Seokjin—instead of her own reflection when she went to brush her teeth. It just…didn’t make sense.

Science couldn’t support it. It was nuts. Yet it happened to her. And that was the only reason she believed it. Too bad no one else would. Or worse, if and when Jimin announced he’d be pressing charges for assault, and she had confessed beforehand to someone…it would probably be taken as evidence the attack was premeditated.

Sure, they’d have to prove how she got in. But…but still! She couldn’t risk it. Wouldn’t. Which meant her phone was her only safe secret-keeper. They were co-conspirators in it all.

Speaking of the damned cursed thing… trying to outright return it hadn’t worked, even though she had the receipt and everything! She still remembered the bizarre events that day.

Y/N was almost out of breath by the time she entered the phone store, embarrassingly worked up in front of the few strangers milling around inside. She got a few curious, side-long glances, and then they went back to perusing the inventory.

“Welcome!” Called an employee already speaking to other customers. “Someone will assist you shortly.”

Y/N gave a short, affirmative nod, trying not to come off anxious as she glanced around. Everything looked…the same as the night she had bought the phone. Shiny new models on display, the monitor above their heads playing a loop of advertisements for different Samsung products, and everything neatly put away and organized. Absently, she began to think over the store’s layout, and the fact that it could have a strong subconscious effect on the consumer. Organization of inventory could actually play a role in whether or not someone wanted to buy something.

But, putting that aside, the store didn’t look like the kind of place that would sell someone a phone that would ruin their life. Looks could be deceiving, though. Who knew what was actually afoot?

“Oh, can I help you, miss?” A middle-aged woman wearing the store’s polo top came over with a tag that said her name was Hayoung asked in an attentive tone.

Y/N was quick to nod. “I’m here to make a return, actually. I bought a phone from your store not long ago.”

“Was the item not to your liking?” Hayoung asked, guiding her over to an available station.

The university student glanced down at the phone in question, which she’d placed back in the original purchase box. “You could…say that.” She mumbled. “I’ve thought about it, and I really don’t need anything even half this fancy.” Telling the woman she thought the phone might have it in for her was out of the question. “So I’d like to exchange it for something simpler.”

Hayoung dutifully accepted the box, scanning the barcode and then lifting up the lid. Y/N had anticipated a smooth return in which she’d flash her receipt, maybe some ID, and have the exchange completed in no time. But when Hayoung’s brow furrowed, she knew she wouldn’t like whatever the saleswoman was going to say.

“Is…is something wrong?”

“Well,” she paused, “Are you sure you purchased your phone here? From this store? I know we’ve had models similar to this in stock before, but this one’s just not ringing up.”

“Really?” Y/N shook her head, rummaging around in her purse. “I don’t see how that could be. I have the receipt if that helps…”

She then proceeded to go through her small purse, searching the exact spot she knew she had folded and placed the receipt. “Um, hold on a minute please,” Hayoung waited expectantly as Y/N kept looking, growing increasingly more frustrated as she turned the contents of her purse inside out hunting for the receipt.

No, no way was she ever that careless. She had made sure she put it into her purse before leaving the apartment, and she didn’t exactly care that much in it to begin with! It was all zipped up tight, so how could it have fallen out?!

It took several more long, awkward moments of searching futilely in vein for her to realize it was true. The receipt was no where to be found. Trying to fight down the flush of defeat crossing her cheeks, Y/N cleared her throat, speaking diplomatically, “I’m sorry, I don’t seem to have my receipt on hand after all. I guess I’ll just…try to search it out and return when I do.”

“Oh, there’s no need. Our system can search for and find the purchase if you happen to have the card on hand.”

Y/N wanted to slump over in defeat, “Actually my friend bought it…”

“Oh,” Hayoung tilted her head, “Do you happen to know the account number used?”

Y/N mentally wondered if Binna was free. She shouldn’t be in class right now, right? So it would be okay to quickly give her a call and get this sorted out. She had to leave the store without this phone. That was a must!

“H-Hold on please!” It was a little embarrassing, snatching the phone she had been trying to return from its box and powering it on. In anticipation of making the return, Y/N had thought to wipe it and remove the SIM card chip, but then recalled hearing it was best to do that at the store when the transaction was complete, in case there was something forgotten on the phone that still needed to be retrieved.

Hastily scrolling down the admittedly short contacts’ list, Y/N located Binna’s number and pressed the button to dial. The phone rang three times, and she anxiously tapped her foot as she waited to see if her friend would pick up. ‘Please, Bin. Come on. Please.’

Of course, as it always was when she needed something to work out, it didn’t quite go smoothly. Binna hadn’t picked up, and she had ended up ending the call right before it switched to voice mail. Typing out a text message asking for the information she needed, Y/N had glared spitefully down at the phone.

“Do you recall the name of the clerk who sold you the phone?” Hayoung asked gently.

Y/N thought it over, the sales associate’s face floating to mind. “Yes, his name was Suk-kyu.”

“Hmm, that name doesn’t sound familiar.” Hayoung shook her head. “I’ve been employed here three years and never heard anyone go by that name,”

It was unlike her, but Y/N felt she was entitled to a bit of out of character behavior when her jaw actually dropped. “You’re kidding…”

But, Hayoung assured her, she was not. She didn’t think they had ever carried the exclusive Army Edition of the phone. She didn’t know who Suk-kyu was, and Y/N couldn’t find her receipt, the only bit of evidence that might have been able to successfully lift the burden of the phone from her person. She had left the store, apologizing for wasting the patient woman’s time, and feeling like she was at least partially going crazy.

Needless to say, Y/N had been…anxious about the phone since then. A bit scared, even. A fear she had no choice but to shoulder in silence for the time being. There wasn’t much she could do but continue searching high and low for the receipt and hope it turned up soon.

In the meantime, she didn’t let on that anything was wrong, using the phone like before, though limiting that to when it was really necessary. No more playing around with it or downloading apps. Nope, she didn’t want to risk getting too attached to the thing.

The only thing she did besides make calls was research. Things she never would have thought about looking up before. Like, unexplained phenomena with electronics, most of which led to completely wild conspiracy theories or dead ends.

Y/N had been so engrossed in breaking her brain over what to do, she jumped when the apartment door swung open, turning around on the coach to see Binna march in, a few grocery bags in her hands. Keys in her mouth, she gently kicked the door closed, humming to herself until she happened to look up and spot Y/N.

“Oh!” Binna hustled into the small kitchen to set her bags down, then her keys. “Y/N, didn’t expect to see you here right now. You’ve got class today, right?”

“It was canceled…” she sighed, sliding down the couch cushions and placing her phone on the coffee table. “The professor’s out sick with the flu.”

Binna winced in sympathy. “Yikes, poor guy…”

“Yeah,” Y/N took great care not to get sick, so she hadn’t so much as had a cold in years, but she still remembered times when she was a child in bed with chills, body aches and a fever. Once she had even had pneumonia, her mother forced to call out from work and nurse her back to health. “He just wanted us to go over the assignment we’ve been working on since the start of the semester. You know, take this as independent study time basically. But…”

“Buuut, knowing you,” Binna smiled, “You’ve already taken the initiative and gotten a head start a long time ago, so you’re ahead of everyone else.”

“Done, actually,” Y/N confirmed, not afraid to admit to her efficiency.

Her roommate made a noise of encouragement as she began to put the groceries away. It didn’t look like much. A loaf of bread, some bottles of sauce they’d been running low on, some eggs and a carton of milk.

“That’s great, since it actually kind of works out. Chin-Mae and Min Su invited me to check out this new steak house that just opened up. I heard reservations are booked out for weeks already, but thanks to Min Su’s connections, we can go this evening. What do you say?” Binna wiggled her eyebrows, trying to entice Y/N.

“Alright, I’m in,” she agreed.

“Because I’m sure they won’t mind adding just one more to our party, especially if that person is you…” Binna continued to ramble.

“Bin, did you hear me?” Y/N clucked, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I said I’m in.”

Eyes round as the eggs she had put away, Binna blinked, nodded, and finally broke out into an ear to ear grin. “Oh, wow, that’s new. I m-mean not that it isn’t great you wanna join us, but…”

“What?” Y/N felt a little defensiveness creeping up on her, and she probably didn’t do the best job completely hiding it from her tone. “You made the invite, and you said Min Su and Chin-Mae would be fine with it. Did you not…really want me to come along?”

They thought she would kill the mood, the nasty little whisper entered her head unbidden. They thought she was so stuffy and boring.

“What, Y/N, no!” Binna immediately denied, “I’m really glad you can make it,” she shot over to the couch, wrapping her arms around her friend’s neck from behind as she bent over for the hug. “It’s true you normally put up a little more resistance when we ask you to come somewhere. You stay so busy, so I was a little surprised is all. But I’m glad you’re agreeing.”

Y/N’s tense shoulders relaxed, and she mentally sighed to herself, feeling silly. Of course, of course her friends wanted her there. And this was Binna, who struggled to have a bad thought about anybody. Secretly resentful definitely wasn’t her style.

But with the stress she had been under, and the dread she’d done her best not to give into, Y/N could admit her nerves had been on edge. “Yeah, sorry about that…” she laughed weakly, reaching up and patting one of the arms looped around her neck. “I don’t know where that came from, but I’m happy to eat a little steak if Min Su’s recommending it.” The man had the best luck finding good places to eat, or stores that sold exactly what you were looking for but probably overlooked.

“Good girl,” Binna uncoiled her arms and leaned back against the couch itself. “That’s the spirit. And hey, I heard from some of the girls in the campus’ BTS fan club that one of the guys on campus might be related to one of the waiters who might have catered the food on the set of a music video for Taehyung!”

She said it in a breathy squeal, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile indulgently. She was almost sure she knew which one Taehyung was, but she still wouldn’t put money on it. It might just as soon be someone else. Maybe Namjoon?

She’d gotten more familiar with their names but as most of her time perusing videos and photos had been spent investigating Jimin, she wasn’t entirely sure on the others’ faces. Well, besides Jin and J-Hope.

“Nice,” she said, letting Binna get all her gushing out as she texted Chin-Mae just to make sure it really was okay if she tagged along. Stupid to be anxious about feeling unsure if everyone really wanted her to come, but better to be safe than sorry.

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She was impressed the minute they walked through the door. Min Su stopped trying to sneak an arm around Chin-Mae’s waist and immediately went over to talk to the maître d. The two men spoke cordially, the head waiter confirmed their reservation, and then they were led to their table with a flourish.

Binna was practically bouncing on her heels, squealing under her breath. “Can you believe this place?” she whispered excitedly, “I feel like a movie star, coming here.”

The restaurant was definitely lavish, so she understood where her friend was coming from. The tables were polished stained oak, and lit by a candle to provide ambiance, and the floors were a gorgeous brown tile that Y/N suspected to be marble.

The restaurant was done in a mixture of black, gold with high beam wood ceilings and low atmospheric lighting. They walked past a bar, long and oval, with shimmering glasses the team of bartender would pull down as they did impressive tricks to wow the gathered guests.

“It’s one of the hottest spots in Gangnam right now,” Chin-Mae commented as they sat down. The table comfortably fit the four of them, and everyone got settled as a young woman hurried over, handing them menus and introducing herself.

“This is so cool,” Binna exclaimed, still wiggling in place. She shook Y/N’s arm. She was all done up with some icy blue eye shadow that matched her aqua dress, and a more subtle plum shade of lipstick.

Her hair was secured in a complicated twist by a pin she recognized from the last time they had gone shopping together. Y/N adjusted the shawl draped over her shoulders, pulling down her own strapless dress. Binna had helped her pick accessories, which were mostly shades of amber or gold, and apply some light makeup.

Y/N chuckled, nodding as she scanned the menu, trying her best to ignore the listed prices. She had come fully prepared to pay her own way, but Min Su insisted the meal was going to be on him. It must have been nice.

The perks of being from an affluent family, she supposed. The guy was already well on his way to being a successful lawyer, following the family tradition. He had moved all the way from his hometown in China to come and work on his master’s degree at one of the top universities in Korea, just for a change of pace. “Thanks again for letting us crash your date night, guys.” Binna beamed.

“Please,” Chin-Mae scoffed lightly, not looking up from his menu. “What was I supposed to do all evening? Talk to him?”

Min Su pouted, but it didn’t diminish the fond glow in his eyes as he leaned over his boyfriend’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear that gave Chin-Mae pause.

Their friend cut a sharp look at his partner, smacking his thigh and then proceeding to ignore the man who was happily leaning into him and commenting on the menu. Yeah, nothing new there. Min Su was totally gone on Chin-Mae, as always.

There was nothing about Chin-Mae’s bluntness or dismissive attitude in public that ever put him off. If anything, the mean behavior only served to make Min Su try harder. Though, she and Binna both knew Chin-Mae wouldn’t be with someone this long if he wasn’t just as serious about them.

He was just a straight shooter, raised in a family that wasn’t completely accepting of who he was, and unfortunately awkward and out of his depth about how to handle someone as affectionate and doting as the man he happened to fall in love with.

They were well suited in that regard. Min Su was patient and persistent enough to shower Chin-Mae in all the attention he needed to overcome the lingering doubts about being worthy of such deep love and devotion.

Y/N was perfectly fine, pursuing the path she was. Career goals first, everything else second. But sometimes, watching them, a little envy did ignite.

It must have been nice to find something like that, and she was truly happy for them. It didn’t seem likely she’d have time in the near future to go out and chase it for herself, of course. And she wasn’t really worried about it.

“So, what’ll it be for you guys?” Y/N cleared her throat, interrupting the warm and cozy silence they’d all been existing in.

“Ohh, I think I’m gonna have the smoked chicken and spinach salad, and a side of the fried mushrooms,” Binna announced, tongue poking out in concentration as her finger followed where the items she wanted were on the menu.

“You’re going so easy on him.” Chin-Mae remarked. “I’m getting the iron skillet trout,” he squinted, leaning further into the menu. Min Su only smiled, plucking the reading glasses from Chin Mae’s breast pocket that he had forgotten to put on and placing them on his face for him.

The absent-minded pat he got on the hand for it made the law student’s whole face light up. “And the chicken fried steak. That okay, babe?” He might not have looked it, exactly, but Chin-Mae had a healthy appetite. And if they were coming to such an exclusive restaurant for the first time, it wasn’t surprising he wouldn’t be keen to hold back.

Min Su was nodding encouragingly before Chin-Mae had even fully gotten the question out of his mouth. “And what about you, Y/N?”

She clammed up slightly, having been looking at the menu, mentally ruling out what seemed too expensive, or wasn’t quite her taste. “Uh, the pot roast sounds like a filling entree.”

“And?” Chin-Mae prodded, interlocking his hands together and leaning on them.

“And nothing,” Y/N shook her head. “It comes with two sides, that’s more than enough.”

“Boo,” Her friend hissed dramatically. “Fine. If neither one of you is going to take advantage of this, then I guess it’s up to me.”

Their waitress returned with a tray of drinks at precisely that moment, and as she set them down in front of the correct person, everyone began telling her their orders, which she jotted down without missing a beat.

Only Min Su had actually ordered any steak, but, given the price of a 24 oz there was just no way she felt comfortable doing that to the poor guy, even if he was a good sport about it and more than capable of handling a large bill.

As they sat, sipping their champagne and waiting on the food, something Y/N had been putting off thinking about started floating through her mind. Ever since the whole Jimin fiasco, despite her deep diving and frantic searching, nothing had turned up that indicated anyone was coming after her.

But she just wasn’t willing to believe she’d gotten away that easily. She almost killed a celebrity. And, due to that, she’d really wanted to seek legal advice from Min Su, under the guise of some far-fetched hypothetical, of course. Her friends weren’t onto her, and she couldn’t give them a reason to be.

She just had to find a way to casually broach the topic…

“Oh,” Binna gasped from her side, drawing the whole table’s attention to herself. She was carefully scrolling her phone with a freshly manicured nail, scowling slightly. It was so rare that Binna displayed any actual disdain, it had Y/N a bit curious.

“What’s wrong, Bin?”

“It’s nothing,” she replied immediately, then paused. “Well it’s not nothing but, it’s just…I really wished we lived in a world that respected idols as people, you know? Some people call themselves fans and act like famous people aren’t allowed to have any boundaries.” She then went on to describe how there’d been another sasaeng incident reported on a news site she followed to keep up with celebrity gossip.

Apparently, it was a pretty serious one, and crazed ‘fans’ had attacked an actress a well-known idol was reported to be dating. Her bodyguard had fended them off, but the actress still went to the hospital with some injuries.

Y/N perked up slightly, but Min Su and Chin-Mae were thankfully too engrossed in listening to Binna rant to notice. It would be much easier to bring up her question using the information Binna had just provided them as a pretext.

It was about time she had a stroke of good luck. Stopping to think it over, Y/N cringed. Not that she wasn’t sympathetic to the poor woman who had been harmed because of someone’s delusions. But it just…presented an opportunity she had to take, and….

‘Oh, why am I trying to rationalize it to myself?! I should just ask the question before the subject changes.’

That decided, she opened her mouth and spoke, doing her best to make it seem as casual as possible. “So Min Su, you’re practically a lawyer. What kind of charges could that person face? Attacking a celebrity and inflicting bodily harm isn’t the same as harassing them for a photo.”

Y/N silently patted herself on the back, sitting from her glass with an expression carefully schooled to look only mildly interested. Inside was another matter. She was rocking back in forth, heart hammering and eyes wide, waiting for an answer with baited breath.

“Hmm, well, I’ve mostly studied corporate law.” He admitted, playing with a ring on his index finger, “But I do know that given the severity, it’s likely both the actress and the company she’s represented under will press charges. Things are also moving faster these days, prosecuting people who do things like that.”

Y/N swallowed, eyes fixated on Min Su’s thoughtful expression. “There were also witnesses, so it’s very likely to result in a conviction.” Yes, there had been a witness in her case too. Well, J-Hope had only seen her fleetingly. Maybe. Hopefully not. But if she was on any camera then…it was most definitely over for her.

“The court could go light on them if it was a first offense…they might be sentenced to a large fine and community service…” Okay, Y/N thought. It would probably drain her savings, but it was still possible to bounce back and have a future, right? She could still put it in the past and become a CEO one day, right?! “Then again, it was a premeditated attack. Jail time is also a strong possibility.”

Her heart sank back down to her feet. Jail. What successful CEO in Korea had been to jail before graduating, and for assaulting an idol no less.

‘I. Am. Done.’

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Binna giggled, “You look like you smelled a rotten egg. But I guess hearing about how far some crazy people will go is pretty disgusting, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ll have much sympathy for them, whatever happens.”

“…Yeah…” Y/N said once her words came unstuck. That was another thing. Her sweet friend was going to think she was a criminal. She had known Binna since high school, having shared a homeroom class with her. They were vague acquaintances then, friendly enough to speak from time to time but by no means close enough to hang out between classes or after school.

In fact, admittedly, Y/N used to wonder if Binna’s perky personality was just an act. It had to be, in her cynical rationalizing, because who was really that upbeat, in high school?

Later on, she would realize she was just projecting, and once she stopped doing that was when she truly came to appreciate Binna for all that she was, steadfast and supportive. Although they didn’t become close, didn’t become friends, until meeting at orientation when arriving at Korea University.

“They knew the consequences before they did it.” Chin-Mae joined in, swishing the last of his champagne around before drinking it down. “It’s stupid to think your life won’t be impacted when you run wild like that.”

Except, Y/N wanted to wail. She hadn’t known. She wasn’t a sasaeng, and she knew she had assaulted someone but at the same time she hadn’t really done anything wrong. Except maybe buy a cursed magical phone, that somehow was behind all this.

…Yeah, she’d just keep that thought to herself.

“Well,” Y/N smiled, “Thanks for giving your input.” She told Min Su, who nodded, humming with a cheerful ‘no problem’.

A cartoony chime went off, and Binna groaned as she stared down at her phone, “Nooo,” she sighed, sounding truly remorseful. “Right now?”

“What’s happening?” Chin-Mae raised a brow.

“Jimin is going live!” She whined, “And normally I’d watch but I’m having such a great time with all of you, and I don’t want to be rude…”

“It’s fine, go ahead.” Y/N said, forcing a smile. “We know how addicted to that stuff you are.” Really, she wanted the floor to swallow her into the abyss. She knew the minute she heard that sound what was going on. If her phone had been turned on, they would have heard the same noise coming from her purse too.

She had made an account on several apps BTS often broadcasted their lives to, and set an alert for just that occasion. There were a couple of false alarms she hadn’t tuned into once she saw they weren’t from the person she was basically stalking at this point. But this was it. The big moment.

He hadn’t done a solo live since the accident…but Binna said his members had mentioned that he had a small accident while practicing and was recovering well.

All of Army was behind him, sending him tons of well wishes from all over the world. It was sweet, but she wondered how fast they would turn if they knew she was behind their beloved idol’s injuries.

“Yeah, what Y/N said,” Chin-Mae rolled his eyes. “Check on your man,” he joked.

Binna giggled, flashing them a cute heart. “He’s not my man,” she replied playfully, “I’d have to get in line for that. Plus, I’m really more of an OT7, you know? It’s really hard to stick with one bias.”

Nonetheless, when she began to watch, since Y/N couldn’t exactly whip out her phone and do the same without raising suspicion, she subtly leaned closer to at least listen.

Of course, Binna was always more astute than she let on. “Oh, did you wanna see too?” She angled the screen so they could both see before Y/N even had the chance to protest.

And the live was just starting, the exact same idol she had seen what felt like a lifetime ago was sitting in a room by himself. It looked like he was on a couch, legs crossed, looking small in his soft oversized sweater and giving the camera a cute wave. “Hi, everyone,” his sweet voice said. “Thank you for waiting on me!”

Gushing comments poured in, cheering him and welcoming him back, asking him what he’d been up to, and telling him he looked good. Jimin tilted his head, a coy, secretive smile appearing on his shiny lips. Y/N couldn’t tell if he was wearing gloss or if they always looked like that.

She had been a bit too preoccupied the one and only time she had the opportunity to see them in person. He had dyed his hair a different color, though. It was now a shade of strawberry blonde that complimented his angelic features well.

“Well, I haven’t been up to much. Just resting, really.” he explained. “Even on days when I felt better and tried to join practices, the members just shooed me away.” He laughed. “Oh, but look at this!” He reached down, his head dipping out of screen for a minute, popping up seconds later holding a little pot. “Taehyung got me this ‘get well’ plant!” He showed them a cute little sapling.

Binna cooed, Y/N glancing at her then refocusing on his words. Who knew when a hidden meaning would pop up.

“I don’t know how well I’ll be able to take care of it; I’m not sure if I have a green thumb. But I’ll try my best!”

Comments came pouring in again, people saying he was going to enter his plant dad era, because collecting succulents could be addicting.

Other people gushed at the sweetness of the VMin friendship, whatever that was, and yet more people reminded Jimin that he looked really good. Yet one comment in particular seemed to catch his eye, and he squinted, seemingly intrigued.

“Hmm? You wish you were a plant so I could take care of you?” He repeated. “You don’t have to be a plant for me to want to take care of you.” The statement was very matter-of-fact, “You’re Army. I’ll always watch over Army.”

Binna sounded like she released a tiny sniffle. “Is he not just the sweetest?” She asked, nudging Y/N a bit. “Since you’re new to BTS, have you chosen a bias yet?”

Y/N wished she could tell her the real reason behind her sudden interest, but that was kind of out of the question. “No, not yet…”

“Y/N’s a BTS fan now?” Chin-Mae asked, “Since when?”

“Pretty recent.” Binna replied.

Y/N was only half listening to her friends, mostly focusing on Jimin’s chatter. Someone was still insisting they wanted to be his plant, and he looked nothing short of amused.

“Okay, if you insist. Should I start a garden then?” He asked his fans. Y/N watched, stunned, as his bright eyes narrowed into a practiced and very effective smolder. She had seen it in pictures before, but in real time it was really something else, “It’ll be full of so many pretty flowers, and you’ll all bloom just for me, right?” The heady purr of his words sent a shocked shiver right down her spine.

Binna swooned, while Y/N felt her breath hitch. ‘What… the…hell…was that?!’ A flirty throwaway line like that had never had that effect on her before.

But then, thinking back, he had flirted with her in the dance studio too. She’d just been too worried to pay attention. Clearly, the man was an old hand at the art of duality, going from wholesome to heathen in five seconds flat. That was…dangerous.

Binna seemed to already know how she felt, leaning into her with a sigh. “That, Y/N, is what happens when Jimin turns from angel to demon.” Her friend explained. “I’d say you’ll get used to it, but odds are you probably won’t.”

Jimin then went back to amicably speaking to everyone, as if he hadn’t just teased fans within an inch of their lives. The conversation moved on, and he was speaking about upcoming projects he was excited about or a funny habit that he had noticed in his band member. All normal, non-threatening stuff. Y/N was almost thinking she could relax. Almost.

“What? You want to tell me a secret?” Jimin was reading another comment. “Okay, I’m listening…”

Y/N quirked a brow at the comment. “Sometimes I dream about you.” it read.

The idol grinned, replying casually. “Sometimes I miss Army so much I end up thinking about all of you in the middle of the day.” Y/N’s blood ran cold as he looked intensely at the screen. “It’s almost like you’re there…”

That was it. The sign she was waiting for! He was talking to her.

“I…” Y/N stumbled to her feet, startling Binna. “Need the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

“Oh, okay.” Her friend said slowly, setting down her phone. “Is anything wrong? You don’t…look so good suddenly.”

‘You wouldn’t either in my shoes,’ she thought miserably. ‘Park Jimin is going to sue me within an inch of my life.’

“It’s alright,” she held a hand to her stomach, selling the illusion of sudden nausea. “Just…lady problems.” She said lamely.

Poor Binna didn’t even question it; she nodded, eyes full of sympathy. “Well text if you need anything.” She squeezed Y/N’s hand. “I’ve got a few extra tampons in my purse.” she whispered discreetly. Really, Binna was too good of a friend for her.

Y/N rounded the corner in a hurry, blindly guessing where the bathrooms might be located. She passed their waitress, rolling out a cart that she was pretty sure contained their meals. Everything looked delicious, and of course she couldn’t even enjoy the great evening Min Su had generously provided. All because she was screwed.

She hustled into a bathroom as fancy as the rest of the steak house, and so spacious there would probably be an echo. She hustled over to the sink, activating the handless system by shoving her trembling fingers under it. As she splashed her face with warm water, the dread twisting up her stomach gave way to deja vu.

‘This is just like…the event at the internship.’ The wild day that would be the beginning of the end of her life. Removing her hands from the water, she gently pressed the pad of her thumb up to her eye, tapping it a few times.

Her makeup was well done, but it still felt like she could see bags. ‘At least it can’t get worse.’ She assumed. After all, what was worse than this? The dumb phone was put away in her clutch, turned off, and back at the table.

The very least she could do was fake a smile so she didn’t ruin everyone’s meal, and enjoy what might be her last chance to experience this. They probably didn’t serve many steakhouse dinners where she was going.

That thought firmly in mind, Y/N squared her shoulders and prepared to march back out, tightly gripping her clutch at her side. Wait, her clutch?!

Binna must have handed it over to her, assuming she might need it. She had said to text if she needed anything, and Y/N couldn’t exactly do that without a phone. Well, at least it was off. Y/N wasn’t totally sure what kind of phenomenon had disrupted her life, but it all started with that phone.

No sooner had she backed away from the mirror than a wave of dizziness overtook her, sending her keeling forward. Instinctively, she clutched the sink to maintain her balance, almost screaming out when she looked up as the dizzy feeling passed.

The mirror in front of her was the same as always, a reflection of her wide, mortified eyes. But the long glossy mirror that made up the entire wall of the bathroom at the entrance of the restroom?

A reflection of another room, just like before. “No…” she whispered, not ready to admit that it was happening again. What was worse? All of it being real, or her losing her mind? “Not again…!”

She clenched her eyes shut, then attempted to get her feet moving. She would keep her head down and hurry right on past, to the exit. That was the plan at least. And she was making good progress to move without falling over in her modest heels, but the minute she actually got closer to the mirrors, a strange feeling overwhelmed her.

Almost like a compulsion to stop. Y/N felt like she was watching a scene in a movie, watching a victim wander down the hall of a haunted house, towards the homicidal attacker lying in wait.

Her feet were making her move on her own! Her fingertips reached out, and yet she had no control. She had to touch the mirror, see if that room on the other side was real. But deep down, she knew the answer before her fingers made contact.

It was a strange emotion somewhere between surprise resignation when she wobbled onto a floor that was not marble and found her eyes darting around a room that was not the steak house.

Pressing against the mirror desperately, she confirmed what a large part of her had assumed. There was no give to the mirror, apparently no way back from the time being. Was she even still in Gangnam?

Her senses were feeding her all kinds of information, and frankly, it was starting to overwhelm her. The raw scents of sweat, male musk, and ammonia could only mean one thing, and it was further proven when she peered around the blind corner of a painted brick wall, only to see two people exercising.

Well, one was doing stretches, and with the way he hopped up, he had just finished. An older man in a tank top and sweats had pads strapped to his hands, and Y/N watched closely, not even daring to breathe, as the younger man sat down and laced boxing gloves onto his taped hands.

He stood up, and who she assumed was his trainer got into a defensive stance while the younger man hopped around nimbly. Y/N watched, wide-eyed as they began to train, the guy in the black hoodie practicing blocking, jabbing and dodging.

It was clear he had put a lot of dedication into this. Y/N was never much of a sports person, but she knew the result of hard-work when she saw it. His moves were fluid, and instead of slowing down, they got quicker the more he went at it.

Somehow, it never felt like a good time to draw their attention to herself, go wobbling over in her dinner attire, and ask for directions back to the High Tower SteakHouse. She had a few other options, of course, like calling Binna. Or maybe Chin-Mae…but how did she explain it?

She had gone to the restroom for a few minutes and wound up in a completely different location without leaving the restaurant?! Then again, it meant they would really have no choice but to believe her.

It was impossible for her to have gone anywhere far when they all saw her leave for the bathroom. Maybe she could sneak out while they were distracted and then call when she was outside the gym, not standing around all conspicuous.

Y/N was weighing the merits of her plan when she heard an excited yell, whipping her head around and watching the trainer give his client a few congratulatory pats on the back, apparently satisfied with the work he’d put in for the day.

They began speaking lowly to themselves, and Y/N paled when she noticed the only door out of the room she could spot was behind them…. The corner she was standing behind seemed to be where the water fountains and locker rooms were located.

Hiding out in there was another option, but it didn’t exactly appeal when she would have to keep checking to see when the gym was empty. Right now it was just the two of them, but what if more people came in?

They’d have questions about someone being dressed like she was, right? Then again she could also be found out just staying put where she was. Ugh…it was beyond frustrating.

Her luck was completely shot, huh?

A little hope returned when the trainer waved at the young man and then began heading for the exit. She assumed they were done for the day, and the second guy would be done soon too. But not so, because then she’d actually be lucky.

As soon as his trainer had cleared the room, he gave a loud sigh, beginning to shimmy out of his hoodie. Y/N didn’t think she was close enough to make the door in the small moment he had his vision obstructed, but she was close enough to get an eyeful.

If his training earlier hadn’t tipped her off that he was dedicated, his physique would have. He was all hard lines, though the minuscule glimpse of a thin waist when his shirt rode up with his hoodie was impressive too.

She could see a full sleeve of tattoos decorating one arm, and coupled with his longish two-toned hair, a deep brown that gave way to a raging red, he was kind of…hard to look at. Distracting in a way she didn’t anticipate. She didn’t get distracted, not usually.

He, on the other hand, got straight to business. Oblivious of her presence, he walked right over to the large, hanging punching bag and began to hit it. But he wasn’t just hitting it. Again, Y/N was no boxing aficionado, but she knew he knew what he was doing.

His strikes were always controlled, his breathing never ragged the way she could guess hers would be. He pivoted on his back foot, and she knew that the small movement put more power into his strikes.

He was hitting the bag like it owed him money, grunting occasionally, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing in his t-shirt. At some point, Y/N figured he would stop. He would either head out the door, or into the locker room, and that was when she would flee.

Hopefully, wherever the cruel cosmic entity that thought her life was a joke had dumped her, it wasn’t very far from the restaurant. Then again, shouldn’t she have gotten a worried text by now?

She’d been gone for a while. Or, maybe Binna had actually come to check on her and seen that she had disappeared entirely. Y/N could imagine the freak out as Binna flailed her way back to the table and informed Min Su and Chin-Mae that somehow, someway, she’d been kidnapped.

What was her life lately, she thought miserably. With nothing to really do but scroll her phone or continue to watch the mystery man go at it, she turned to checking what news was trending for the day. Normally, she at least kept up with news involving the business world, if nothing else.

The celebrity gossip blogs she left to Binna, BTS investment notwithstanding. Stocks were up at several companies she had an interest in working at after graduation—assuming she made it with her life in chaos lately—so that was good.

A CEO had resigned from his post at a company she had almost interned at but decided not to at the last minute off a strange feeling. Some scandal involving embezzlement. So she dodged a bullet there.

And, lastly, BTS’ Jungkook had endorsed some new sports brand, and now merchandise was selling out faster than it could be restocked. The article included a picture of Jungkook, posing in shorts and a t-shirt next to a mountain of different athletic gear for various sports.

Wait. Y/N could have swallowed her tongue. Wait. That man, the man in the picture and the one boxing…were the same person?!

Feeling like she may just be sick, Y/N did a quick check, and really took in the boxer. That was undoubtedly the idol pictured in the article.

Not only was she going to jail for assaulting one BTS member (albeit on accident) a fact that she had managed to forget up until that moment, she got pulled back into the same thing that got her in trouble before, and ended up crossing paths with another one?!

Once it came out what happened between her and Park Jimin, there was no possible way people would believe she wasn’t a sasaeng. The circumstantial evidence just kept getting more and more damning.

Jungkook. Jungkook. What did she know about Jungkook? Admittedly not much, considering all her focus had really been on Jimin for obvious reasons. She knew…that Binna said he was the youngest in the boy group. He was multitalented, and here her friend swore she wasn’t exaggerating or anything.

According to her, he was like some kind of Barbie of idols, he could do it all. Those weren’t her exact words, but it was the gist. Jungkook also had a habit of being a little shy around members of the opposite sex, or so it was claimed.

Y/N personally had always thought all idols had to be manufacturing some parts of their personalities for public consumption. Who knew which parts? None of the scraps of information she had been fed told her anything about whether he was liable to press charges for stalking him or not.

Then again, he was an idol, and knowing that, Y/N had to assume he had gone out of his way to book private gym time, hence why the spacious work out room was empty save for him. Which meant him catching her was going to lead to a world of trouble.

How good were her odds if she just booked it for the exit the minute he went back to the locker room? Or if he left, she’d wait a little bit to be sure he had cleared the building, then she’d leave too. Waiting…yep…that’s all she could do. If she wasn’t in a dress, and didn’t find the idea so dirty, she would slump over on the floor.

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Jungkook caught the punching bag as it swung back from his last strike, finally feeling satisfied with his boxing for the time being. His limbs had that good burn that he liked, and his heart rate was up, despite his controlled breathing. But he wasn’t ready to leave just yet, so he decided to switch from boxing to something new. After a break.

Unlacing his boxing gloves, he found his gym bag and rummaged inside for his water bottle. Sitting down on a mat, he took a few sips, trying not to gulp it down too fast. His bottle was empty in no time, despite his attempts at moderation, and refilling before he resumed working out didn’t seem like a bad idea.

His footsteps echoing in the big empty gym was probably his imagination, but the weird sight when he rounded the corner? That he was pretty sure was real. Leaning against the wall, a woman…no, a girl, dressed up like she had somewhere important to be was nodding off. He froze, staring, all kinds of thoughts flying through his head.

Who was she? How’d she get in? When did she get in? Was she dangerous? Did he need to call for back up? Jungkook had purposely began training at this gym because it was exclusive. As his fame had grown, unfortunately he had to stop using more easy to find public gyms.

The one at HYBE was an option, but sometimes he wanted something…quieter. Trainees who came in meant well, and they tried to be respectful besides giving him friendly greetings, but they couldn’t help but gawk, and that made it awkward when he was trying to get in the zone. Here, he had thought, was perfect.

But maybe he was rushing to conclusions. He didn’t know anything about the situation besides a girl in a nice dress was falling asleep by the water fountains while standing up. Her head slumped forward, then snapped up quickly as she jolted awake, eyes wide and alert.

That was when they locked gazes, and his loose, sore muscles tensed right up. She, on the other hand, curled away like she was facing a thug in an alley. It was bemusing; yeah he’d bulked up a lot in the last several years after he got serious about training. Jungkook never considered himself all that intimidating, though.

“Are you… staff?” he asked, since it didn’t seem like she was going to speak up first. Not with the way she kept looking like the guillotine was coming down on her head any moment.

It took a reasonably long time for her to compose herself and answer, which was another pretty big tip off that something was not right. He was ready to whip out his phone and call security. Or at least he would be, if he hadn’t put it on do not disturb and left it in his bag.

“This is all a misunderstanding, really,” she warbled, her hands slapped the wall behind her like she was trying to steady herself. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to be here.”

“What?” Jungkook was definitely growing suspicious. No one who wasn’t up to something just answered like that.

“I was just going to wait until you left and I guess I started to nod off…” she ran a shaky hand through her hair, disturbing it a little. “But really, please, if you’ll pretend you never saw me, I promise, I’ll be on my way.”

He backed away quickly as she lurched forward, but before he could tell her not to do anything funny, she bowed very formally, and the idol watched, perplexed. When he didn’t respond in any way, she resumed her upright position, then tried to brush by him with her head down.

Though, when he noticed the phone clenched tight in her fist, he acted without thinking. Something his hyungs had told him to be careful of doing in the past. At least they weren’t around to scold him.

“Hey,” he seized her wrist, and she stopped in her tracks, though he wasn’t expecting her reaction at all. Her eyes took in the hand on her like she could just flay it off with the intensity of her stare alone, and then she met his eyes head-on, hers surprisingly stony. “Your phone…”

“What about it?” she tried tugging her hand away, but he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. Not until he got some answers. He liked this gym. He wanted to keep using this gym, and at the thought that his privacy was being invaded yet again, and he would have to find somewhere else, yet again, he was getting a little worked up.

“That’s an Army phone, a Galaxy Z Flip 4: Army Edition.”

Her eyes widened, and then she scoffed, shaking her head. “Yeah, I guess you would know. But to tell you the truth, though I can admire your band’s marketability, this phone itself has been nothing but problems. This is just the latest one. Now, please, let go.” There was some bite in her tone now, her voice surprisingly stern.

When she tugged again, he acquiesced, something she probably didn’t expect, since she stumbled before catching herself. And when she felt her cellphone tugged right out of her hand? She rounded on him, scowling. “That belongs to me.” She held her hand out, clearly expecting it back.

“Why are you here? This is a private gym, and you don’t sound like you’re staff.”

She snatched for the phone, but he held it away, using his speed to his advantage. “Are you Army?”

“What? No,” she sounded offended by the notion, which in turn offended him. Then again, a true Army wouldn’t do this to him. Wouldn’t invade his space. “And what does that matter?”

“You’re not Army but you’ve got a phone that’s a rare exclusive. Only Army would want to own something like this. And if you’d go this far, you might be a sasaeng.”

Here, she did pause in trying to retrieve her phone, a bit red in the face under her makeup. “Please, between my class schedule and internship, who would even have the time? The people who think stalking and harassing idols is worth jeopardizing their future for really need…” Surprisingly, the girl tried to jump for the phone like she wasn’t in heels, but he held it above his head, which meant it was way above hers, “…a hobby!”

“So I won’t find pictures you secretly took on this?” Jungkook squinted, not convinced.

“No!” She hissed, jumping again, “Now who’s invading whose privacy, you…you muscle-headed, bunny-eyed brute!”

He was so taken aback, he faltered, and with one last pounce, the mystery girl had snatched the phone, though not without a cost.

Before she could even yell out in triumph, her heel wobbled and her foot rolled. Jungkook watched in slow motion, wincing in automatic sympathy as she went down.

Time sped up as she cried out, on the ground and clutching her ankle in a dress too nice to be touching the bare gym floor. He stood over her, carefully watching her face at first. He could tell she was in pain, but attempting not to show the extent.

Something about that alone…took him back to his early days. A wave of nostalgia he didn’t want to feel washed over him. He would hide his exhaustion, sometimes even hide injuries sustained while on stage until the end of a performance, until he couldn’t hide it anymore, just to avoid worrying his hyungs.

And when they caught him, like they inevitably always did, he’d cry, apologize, worry they would resent him. It didn’t make sense to everyone, probably only to those who had experience firsthand with the feeling. Not wanting to let others down, wanting to live up to everyone’s expectations, struggling with the fact that they were still human.

The girl gingerly tried to shift her injured ankle, and that alone seemed to send a fresh wave of pain throbbing through it. With the way she bit her lip and clenched her eyes to stifle the cry he could just tell.

And even though Jungkook had been concerned about a million things regarding her appearance, including that she might be another delusional ‘fan’, no one could fake pain that expertly. Plus, she’d have to be some actress to make her ankle swell on command.

It was probably stupid of him to drop his guard, even for a second, but he found himself dropping to his knees, almost reaching out, and then hesitating. She stared up at him through her lashes, her own eyes as guarded as his had been, but wavering as she focused on ignoring her obvious injury. “I need…I need to call my friend.”

Making up his mind, Jungkook loosely grasped her foot by the heel, ignoring her half-hearted attempts to swat his hand away. He extended her leg, careful not to hurt her as he manipulated her foot to get a better idea of how bad it was. “You rolled it pretty hard.” He finally concluded.

“Yeah, no kidding.” Jungkook briefly met eyes with her again, but she stubbornly looked away. “I wonder how that happened.”

Guilt hit him pretty fast. Yeah. Even if he thought she was an intruder, he should have just called security and let them handle it. They were never far, and there was no way she could have stopped him. Not by physically overpowering at least.

“Hang on,” he told her, setting her foot down and getting back on his feet. “I can help.”

“That’s a nice gesture,” she ground out, failing to hide a wince, “But really, I have my phone, so I can just call my fri—” she grabbed it and opened it, only for her face to fall. “Really? Now?” He heard her grumble irritably.

Noticing his quizzical face, turned a blank screen to him. “It’s dead.” She deadpanned.

“Okay, then let me help.”

Jungkook didn’t know this stranger by any stretch of the imagination, but he had anticipated what her response would be. It probably sounded something like “no”, since she seemed disinclined to take his help.

Was she always like this, so stubborn? Was it some kind of pride thing? He had been there, too; his hyungs really had their hands full with him over the years, didn’t they?

Retrieving the first aid kit Jimin had gifted him some time back, he made a brisk return to find the girl in much the same position he had left her, staring sulkily at her injured ankle. She looked up when he approached, but didn’t say a word.

“You might have to take off your shoe.” he informed her.

He waited to get a response, the big plastic kit held by his side. Jungkook wondered if she just planned to ignore him, and if he should take her silence as consent and proceed, but that didn’t feel right. Finally, she mumbled, “…This is really happening…isn’t it?”

Nodding slowly, he popped the kit open and examined its contents, locating the roll of compression wrap. While he did that, he noticed her leaning forward, trying to unstrap her heel without moving in a way that would hurt her foot even more.

Jungkook had never worn heels, but he always thought anyone who did without falling over must have some hidden talent. Hers weren’t as tall as some, but she was still plucking at the strap with building frustration.

Guessing she wanted it over and done with just as bad as he did, the idol seized the heel of her foot again, bringing her leg out and reaching for the buckle himself.

If he expected a beaming smile and a grateful attitude, he’d be sorely mistaken. She gave him the stink eye. “I can do at least this much.”

“Maybe, but I can do it faster.” He shrugged, already loosening the heel and sliding it off while holding her foot steady. From so close, and without the shoe in the way, he could really see just how fast the ankle had discolored and swollen. Again, he wrestled with the guilt, absently reaching for the wrap. “So,” he began by holding her ankle at a ninety-degree angle, “Who are you? Because this doesn’t mean I forgot…”

“Believe me, I’m someone who doesn’t want to be here anymore than you want me to be here. I didn’t have a choice, not that you’d ever believe me…” she huffed. “But, because legal repercussions are probably unavoidable, I’ll start by being cooperative. Maybe when they review all this, that’ll work in my favor.” It sounded like she was talking to herself, not him, but then she cleared her throat and extended her hand. “My name is L/N Y/N.”

Jungkook didn’t expect such a strange introduction, and the attempt at a handshake reminded him of Namjoon-hyung. He grasped her palm very briefly, barely holding on to it long enough for their hands to go up and down, but she didn’t seem inclined to want to hold onto him either.

“Y/N…” he repeated.

“As for what I’m doing here…well, again, it’s not something any sane person would believe.” She switched her focus to watching him meticulously wrap her ankle. It was pretty careful care for someone that could have been stalking him, but he had already started, and if he was going to do it, his sense of perfectionism said he had to do it right.

“Are you…insane?”

“Excuse me?” She didn’t look very amused, but he guessed it wasn’t exactly a polite question.

“You said a sane person wouldn’t believe you…” he explained.

“I am not insane,” Y/N rubbed a hand to her forehead. “I just feel like I am lately,” she whispered. “I was dining out with some friends, in the restaurant bathroom and then…”

Jungkook waited while he secured the wrap with some bandage clips and closed his first aid kit. “And then?”

“It’s going to sound insane,” she finished matter-of-factly, “You’re going to call me a liar and accuse me of stalking you, then we’ll be right back where we started.”

Jungkook was torn between still wanting to contact security, but also experiencing some curiosity he couldn’t quite tamp down. “Do you have proof?” It didn’t sound like she did.

“Proof?” Y/N repeated, arching a brow as if he had just said something strange.

“You’re not even going to try to make me believe you?” he goaded.

“Sure, help me up and I’ll hobble right over to the mirror. You’ll see exactly how I got here and this whole think’ll be cleared up just like that.” Her tone was so sugary the sarcasm was evident.

Jungkook figured he had indulged this for this long…why not go all the way. Offering her a hand, he warned her to brace herself, and then pulled her up with ease. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She said warily, trying not to show him how much she was utilizing the wall for support.

“Okay,” Jungkook nodded, “Show me.”

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Idols were weird. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was just the fact that they lived in a completely ‘different world’ from normal people or what, but she hadn’t expected her first extended run-in with some world-famous celebrity to go like this.

Park Jimin was one thing; he’d been concussed, so that was enough to make him loopy. She hadn’t expected anything out of his mouth to make sense. But this guy, Jean Jungkook?

Totally different. He wasn’t suffering a head injury, for one. And he had seemed angry at first, but still handled her appearance in much the same way a mean boy on the playground would in elementary school. Playing keep away with her phone, really?

He’d even treated her with decency when she tripped and sprained her ankle. God, that was yet another thing she was going to have to deal with. Sprained her ankle! Sprained! How was she supposed to get around campus quickly? It was huge. Though she supposed that wasn’t a concern at present.

The idol’s strange demand was at the forefront of her mind, seeing as he was right behind her while she hobbled slowly to the mirror, her heel in one hand and her phone in the other.

She must have looked like a suffering pigeon, doing a funny little hop. But she refused to let him touch her after she got her bearings. It was humiliating enough to have someone see her make a fool of herself and get injured to boot, idol or no idol. Well actually, his status made it even worse.

And he was watching her oh so closely as she made it to the mirror, taking a deep breath and turned around to look at him with some difficulty. “Here it is.” She said flatly. “How I got in, and how I probably would be able to get out, if life felt like cutting me a break.”

He stepped around her, staring at her incredulously like she knew he would. She would look at herself that way in his position. Jungkook pressed against the mirror with the flat of his hand, one good time, as if to confirm it was solid. “You used the mirror? What, like magic? Like a drama?”

“You’re the one who said you wanted proof; I never said it would satisfy you.” she retorted. “I barely understand it myself, but what I’m saying is the only truth I have to cling to.” Her chin dipped, “No matter how implausible it is…”

She knew she would get the same result he had when she pushed on the mirror, but as if to confirm her fate was truly sealed, Y/N tried anyway. When her hand went right through, the cool glass giving way to cool nothingness, she yelled, pitching forward.

Jungkook made a noise, something startled, and she glanced at him to confirm he was seeing what was happening. His bulging eyes made it evident that he was. Yes! Y/N jerked her arm away too fast, and in doing so almost fell back on her ass, if not for the lightning reflexes of the idol who moved to extend an arm around her waist.

Y/N got her bearings, smoothed a hand over her shirt and her racing heart, and tried to hold back her tears. He could see. He could really see. The weeks of going crazy in silence, holding it all in, and someone else…could see.

“Your arm went through the glass,” he breathed.

“More than my arm’s gone through.” Y/N spoke with more confidence, now that there was no way he could deny it. “That’s…how I got here.”

The idol once again moved forward, pressing both hands against the mirror. Nothing. “How?” He wondered.

“I don’t know.” Y/N replied, “It’s been happening since…since I got this phone. So that’s my only theory, that the events are connected.” She held up the dead device and wiggled it around. “Not that that’s a story anyone would believe if I got caught breaking and entering.”

The idol appeared to be thinking, worrying his lip piercing with his tongue, “Unless they saw it.”

Y/N squared her shoulders, eyeing him up and down. He fidgeted, looking small somehow, despite being fairly tall with a healthy amount of muscle. From close up it was even easier to see than watching him from behind the wall.

“It might come as a surprise for you to know, not everyone would be as cavalier as you about all this. In fact, I’d go as far as saying your reaction was a bit…strange. Has anyone told you that you’re odd?”

‘Nice going, Y/N.’ She thought bitterly, ‘That was over the top blunt. You’re not trying to make an enemy out of the very first person to be witnessing the crazy with you.’

Luckily, the idol didn’t look overly offended. Jungkook pursed his lips, big eyes sheepish as he rubbed his head. “Uh-huh, my hyung.” he said thoughtfully.

“Well…” Y/N gestured vaguely. “Now that you’ve seen what I’ve seen, you know about as much as I do. Would it be too much trouble to ask if I could…go?” Pointing a thumb toward the mirror like she was about to miss her cab would seem dumb if he didn’t know.

“Oh, right,” Jungkook’s tapped the mirror again. “You’re going back to where you came from.”

“Ideally,” Y/N frowned, “I’ve been gone a long time. There’s no way my friends aren’t concerned about that. And when they can’t find me who knows what they’ll think.”

Somewhat afraid the give they had both witnessed was a one-off, Y/N pressed her hand to the mirror once again, happy when it rippled and went right through. It might have been too late to salvage the evening with her friends, but at least she could salvage her reputation.

#call me crazy #ot7xreader #btsxreader #jungkook x reader #jiminxreader #taehyungxreader #yoongixreader #jin x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader

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The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 14

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 5.6k / Office AU (lowkey E2L vibes)

↠ Summary: The workplace isn’t for everyone. It can be mundane and repetitive, with some describing it like a nuisance and others as a blessing. You’re the kind that leans more towards the latter and while it does make you an ideal candidate for many things, nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind that is the new employee.

↠ Warnings: some swearing, workplace bullying

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↠ Next Update: Tuesday, October 3 (series masterpost here)

The office is quiet in the morning.

There’s the soft sound of typing against keyboards, as well as chairs squeaking through the silence. Occasionally, there’s a phone call or two ringing, employee’s leaving and entering while chattering to one another.

His eyes sway back and forth, hands fidgeting with the seam of his light blue shirt.

“Uh…excuse me–“ A man brushes by him without a second glance and he grimaces, looking around, “Um, Miss–?”

The woman brushes by him as well, too occupied with the time on her watch. He lets out a gentle sigh, shoulders cowering.

“Hey, did you need some help?”

His irises widen at the sound of a voice coming from the long line of cubicles. There’s a young man with dark hair and dressed in a suit seated at one of the desks, staring at him with furrowed brows and away from the plethora of files displayed on his screen.

“Uh, yes!” He steps forward, “I’m trying to look for the Manager.”

“Oh, he should be in the office towards the hallway on the left.” He gestures, but the man before him fidgets.

He points with unease, “Wait, to the left…?”

“Here.” He warmly smiles, doe eyes slightly crinkling as he gets out of his seat. “Follow me.”

A sigh of relief leaves his pouty lips, and he trails after the employee, eyes curiously darting around. The office he was employed in sure is busy, he notes.

“It’s right over here.” The man stands in front of the door, pointing towards it. “You should find the Manager inside.”

“Thank you so much!” He beams and the man chuckles, giving him a small wave.

“It’s no problem.”

Once he departs, he spins around and knocks against the door, waiting until he hears a faint ‘come in’ to enter.

“Hello.” He greets, “I’m the employee that just got hired.”

“Ah…” The elder man before him notes, stroking his beard. “Jaehyun, was it?”

“Jimin.” He politely corrects. “My name is Park Jimin.”

“Ah yes, yes, Jimin.” He repeats, “You were hired as a Customer Service Representative, yes?”

He nods, “It’s good you got here early. Your cubicle should be on the left-hand side, next to where the vending machines are.” The man states, “It’s important you review all of our protocols and codes of conduct before you begin.”

He hands him a few papers to look over before turning back to his work. After a few moments, the papers are filled out and Jimin stands up, returning them back.

The Manager hums in approval and continues, “You’re going to be responsible for many tasks, namely talking to any of our customers that have been having issues with the product. There’s also efforts being made to increase the productivity of our customer service, so remember to take initiative in this product launch.”

Jimin widely grins with a simple response, “Yes, Sir.”

With that, he’s escorted towards his single cubicle amongst other ones. A bright look gleams in his eyes, and he makes sure of greeting everyone with a kind smile as he makes his way to his work station.

Plopping down, he turns on his monitor and glances around as it boots up. There’s a handful of employee’s next to him and he turns right to the one next to him.

“Hi!” He chirps. “My name is Jimin and I’m new here.”

The orange-haired man hums, barely looking in his direction. “Hi.”

His brows furrow, but he persists, “What’s your name?”

“Sandeul.”

“Hi, Sandeul! It’s nice to meet you.” He tilts his head, “How long have you been working here?”

“Seven years.”

His eyes widen, “That’s a long time.”

“It is.”

The conversation is blatantly dry, dissolving from the man’s monotone answers. Yet Jimin continues to smile.

He awkwardly chuckles, turning back to his now gleaming monitor, “Well, I hope we can get to know each other.”

Sandeul hums, his hand still squished against his face as he lifelessly stares at his screen. Jimin decides to focus on his work, quickly running through the programs on his monitor and then briefing himself on any recent customer complaints he can assist with.

Sure enough, the phone rings, and he answers with a sweet tone to his voice.

***

The office is just as he expected.

It’s busy with dips in productivity, be it with the repetitive routine or the long hours stretching out. For the most part, his job does have some interactive elements, namely working directly one on one with customers and attempting to appease any of their inquiries or complaints. He tries his absolute hardest to resolve issues promptly in a kind manner, even with customers become pressed for time or persist in contacting him several times. Yet, it dwindles within his expectation, his job actually serving up the role he signed up for.

But of course, there are some bumps along the way.

“They’re have been many repercussions from the last product launch, in fact–“

Jimin crosses his legs, placing his hands against his knees. His Manager continues to explain current problems arising from the product as he keeps his eyes trained ahead. It was after all, his first meeting in the department, and he forecasted the usual – a breakdown of the current situation followed up with a discussion.

Thoughts swim around in his mind once his Manager finishes up, and he takes the chance to pitch some of them forward.

“I think that–“

A woman next to him speaks up, “The issues surrounding the last model should have already been solved with the current one.”

He hesitantly smiles, “Right, but if we–“

Another man vouches, “Not quite, it seems our customer complaints have only doubled.”

His eyes spark, “Customer loyalty could be a good–“

“What about customer loyalty? Shouldn’t we work on focusing on that?”

His shoulders slump down, the conversation carrying on with ease as if he wasn’t even there. His Manager hums at the opinions being presented forward, stroking his beard.

“That should be our primary focus… are there any suggestions on increasing the brand’s loyalty with this product launch?”

Within mere seconds, more opinions and ideas are being thrown left and right, most of which Jimin can barely keep track of. He’s instead still caught up with desperately trying to break through, his voice somehow disappearing amongst the sea of others.

Yet somewhere in between, he’s granted a silver of a chance.

“I think changing the Marketing of the product would be profitable!”

He clears his throat at the sight of many eyes turning to him, ignoring the sweat collecting at his temples and continuing. “Issues with customer complaints in the last product stemmed from dissatisfaction with functionality, so it would be a good opportunity to rebrand this new product in a different way.”

When only dead silence greets him back, he fidgets in his seat, running a hand through his hand.

“That’s a great suggestion.” His pupils snap up to his own surprise, seeing the faint smile on his Manager’s face.

He sheepishly smiles, “T-Thank you.”

The meeting progresses with the idea in mind and methods of rebranding for optimal customer satisfaction arise. To even more disbelief on his end, Jimin finds his Manager asking him more questions in the midst of facilitating the discussion, an opportunity he doesn’t wait to snatch up. He ignores the multiple eyes lingering on his form, choosing to instead be ecstatic in providing an opinion.

It’s all he can truthfully ask for – that his presence isn’t ignored and his enthusiasm can reign through. But he doesn’t notice that the eyes looking at him aren’t full of admiration.

In fact, many of them brim with disdain.

***

It’s missing.

He peers around frantically with rounded eyes, scattering papers around on his desk. Even with his abrupt actions, a line of worry mars his forehead when with no aid, is he able to find it.

It’s missing.

The file his Manager gave him.

It’s gone.

The color drains completely from his features and the sheer panic sets in. The file he was given was important – having contained confidential customer information that was only supposed to be for his eyes.

Now it’s gone and he had no clue on what to do.

“Jimin.” The authoritative voice calling out his name sends a haunting chill down his spine.

He turns and catches sight of his Manager, “Does there seem to be a problem?”

“Uh, no!” He quickly clarifies, a nervous laugh leaving him, “I’m just trying to see if there’s a USB port near here.”

“It should be right there.” The man points adjacent to his monitor, where the port is in an obvious manner.

“Ah, yes! I mustn’t have noticed.”

“Well, just pay more attention to your surroundings.” He furiously nods, “And Jimin–“

He freezes, looking at the man with wide pupils, “Yes?”

His Manager gives him a half-smile, “Good job with the report you sent me, I was quite impressed.”

“Oh, thank you….” Although his features flush with the sudden compliment, he’s over the moon at hearing the positive feedback.

His Manager shifts, telling him to keep up the good work before leaving. Jimin watches with a soft smile, but the moment the man disappears from his radar, he’s back to scavenging around his work area in a frenzy.

After a couple of minutes pass by, he takes a step back and stares at his desk. Letting out an exasperated sigh, his irises oscillate, noticing the person sitting right next to his cubicle.

There’s a spark to his eyes, “Sandeul, did you see any paperwork here at my desk?”

The employee barely moves his head. “No.”

Jimin is baffled, “Really?”

He hums and Jimin runs a shaky hand through his hair. Since he’s failed in searching for the contents, he decides it would be better to retrace his own steps, going back to the locations he was at before he returned to his work station.

Quickening his steps, he chews down on his bottom lip. He peers back and forth, inquiring as many people as he can for assistance, but to his avail – he’s met with only confused and clueless faces.

Following the anxious hunt and pursuit after employee’s for his paperwork, it’s roughly close to an hour’s time when he finally manages to relocate them. However, the location he finds them leaves him a bit unsettled.

Jimin reaches down, picking them up from the trash can with a deep grimace.

***

Jimin is many things.

Kind. Soft-spoken. A reassuring presence. All traits he’s always been well-known for.

But among these, cluelessness can be loosely present as well.

To be fair, Jimin knows. He knows that sometimes he can be clueless, that there were moments where his mind would naturally drift or his head would be in the clouds, that he can make very simple mistakes despite being able to complete very complex tasks and that he can misplace, even without meaning to.

But that acknowledgment can only go so far.

More things of his begin to go missing. It’s like he’s blinks and there’s something he needs that just disappears – be it files or supplies. He starts with brushing them off, assuming it was just his own mistake.

However, his kindness is stretched, pushed up against until it ultimately crumbles.

“What is this?”

There hasn’t quite been a time when he’s seen his Manager look so furious, his brows tightly furrows and jaw clenched. In his hand, he holds one of the reports that Jimin worked on – one that contains inaccurate and faulty numbers.

Jimin stares in complete bewilderment, knowing that his cluelessness wasn’t enough to throw off an entire report.

“I–“

“If I hadn’t double checked it, then I would have had a false report.” His manager states, “Just like the one you submitted two weeks ago.”

Jimin’s eyes enlarge. Not only did he mess up this report, the last one was faulty as well?

His profuse apologies don’t seem to work, his Manager opting out to proclaim that he’s very disappointed instead. Jimin ends up leaving after a couple of moments, but he does so with an incredibly heavy heart.

Although his gaze does remain down casted, his mind churns, attempting to pinpoint what exactly went wrong.

This couldn’t all be him…there must be something else causing all these errors.

But what could–

“Did you see the look on his face?”

“Of course I did, how can you miss out on something like that?!”

He freezes in his steps, a sense of dread striking him.

“He thinks he’s all that, doesn’t he?”

“I’d love to see him just try to be Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes now.”

His breathing sharply escalates and his head snaps up, noticing a hoard of employee’s from his department walking by that he isn’t familiar with.

Yet to his mortification, there's an individual he recognizes.

It’s the same person that’s sat beside him every morning, the very one that he’s always greeted with a smile.

***

It’s childish.

It’s truly childish to him. Something he would think children would do, not grown adults working in a professional environment.

But just like children, pessimistic emotions run unprecedented and he has to suffer the wrath.

“He looks like a sad puppy.”

“I guess that’s what happens when you’re not sucking up to Manager Lee’s ass anymore.”

“Now poor Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes is just like the rest of us.”

He tries his hardest to ignore the voices, even when they don’t attempt to hide theirs. He pulls on a smile, greeting everyone kindly even though he knows the thoughts that are masked behind their own smiles. He tries so hard – attempting to get by with sheer focus and hard work, but eventually the office becomes a place he doesn’t even want to be at anymore.

Jimin lets out a deep exhale, staring hollowly at his coffee on the table in the break room. He squeezes his eyes shut for a brief moment, knowing he was supposed to be eating lunch but having his appetite long lost after hearing some murmurs coming from this same room.

He wonders if he should just throw the coffee out and get back to work, wanting to leave as soon as possible the longer he just sits there.

But when he rises from his seat, the door across him opens.

“Oh.” A familiar voice calls out, “It’s you again.”

Jimin blinks, the man who helped him find the Manager’s office on his first day appearing before him. His doe eyes crinkle, taken by genuine surprise to see him sitting in the room.

A loped-sided smile crosses him, “Hello…”

“Why so glum?” He lets out a light chuckle, pulling out the chair in front of Jimin. His dark hair is swept to the side today, and he’s adorned in a white dress shirt and blue tie.

“I-It’s nothing…” Jimin laughs it off, “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Likewise.” He widely grins. “I didn’t catch your name last time.”

“My name is Park Jimin.”

The man reaches out his hand, “Jeon Jungkook.”

Jimin takes his hand and shakes it, “You work in Customer Service too, right? I think I’ve seen you walk by a couple of times.”

He nods, “It was my first day here when you helped me.”

“I guessed as much.” Jungkook smiles, “Say, if you’re on break right now, do you want to come with me to grab some lunch?”

“Lunch…?” Jimin wonders, taken aback from the suggestion. But Jungkook is already rising onto his feet, gesturing to the door.

“Yeah, come on.”

Jimin slowly stands up but for a moment, he falters. Although the former was kind enough to help him out last time, he doesn’t know Jungkook very well, and based on everything else going on with him, he wonders if this lunch offer is an excuse for something much worse.

“You okay there, Park?”

His eyes snap up, voice growing small, “Uh, yes! Lead the way…”

The corner of his mouth tugs up and Jungkook turns, but as Jimin follows, he can’t help the uncertain feeling churning in the pit of his stomach.

***

Jungkook ends up taking him to a small shop across from their building, a place the man quotes – ‘serves the best sandwiches he’s ever eaten in his entire life’.

Despite the unusual situation, Jimin manages to crack a smile at that.

“I’m telling you, I used to work at a restaurant and half the food there was awful,” He positions his sandwich in front of Jimin’s face, looking at it with awe-filled eyes. “–but this? Freaking amazing.”

Jimin softly grins, “I think you’re more passionate about food than our office.”

“I worked with food for a long time.” Jungkook leans back in his chair with a shrug, “Plus it doesn’t help that our office is more like a gossip hub than a workplace.”

Jimin nearly chokes on his food, staring at the man before in disbelief. Jungkook on the other hand, remains occupied with munching down on his sandwich.

“I-I beg your pardon…?” He sputters out.

“What? You didn’t know?” Jungkook blinks, mouth full of food, “The rumors that go around in the department? People talking behind each other’s backs?” He lets out a chuckle, “It’s kind of childish, if you ask me.”

Jimin falters, “Right…”

Jungkook raises a brow at his tone, but continues to eat his sandwich. He eventually finishes his food, checking the clock in the store as he wipes his hands with a napkin.

“We should get heading back soon.” He points to Jimin’s half-eaten food, “Are you good?”

“Yeah, I’ll just eat later…I haven’t had much of an appetite.” He responds, already collecting the wrappers to throw out.

Jungkook hums and aids him quickly with the process, and it’s not long before the two of them are stepping out of the shop. Jimin walks alongside him in the direction of their building, but there’s a thought that persistently lingers in the back of his mind.

It’s risky – he knows that, but he can’t seem to keep it down.

“H-Hypothetically…” Jungkook whirls his head around, slowing his steps, “If someone was being gossiped about, hypothetically–“ He pitches in again, “W-What would they do?”

“Hypothetically?” Jungkook adds with a raised brow.

“Hypothetically.” He repeats, “Since you know…what our office is like and all….”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a moment, simply staring at him instead.

“It depends.” He clears his throat, “Typically, rumours can be anything and it’s just employee’s circulating around information, but if it’s targeted towards someone–” His eyes grow stern, “That would be a problem.”

“I see….” Jimin hums, brows drawn together in deep thought.

“And what about….having suspicions your work’s been tinkered with?” He blinks, “Hypothetically, of course!”

“Wait, what?” Jungkook sharply inhales and whispers, “Someone sabotaged your work?!”

Jimin’s eyes grow wide and Jungkook shakes his head, planting a hand against his temples and squeezing his eyes shut. “Ah sorry, hypothetically – ugh.”

A sigh leaves him and he looks up, “Look, I’m really sorry, but we can’t go with your scenario anymore–“ There’s remorse written all over his features, “Another employee messing up your work is a big deal.”

Jungkook attempts to explain it further for him to identify any signs. He talks about how something like that doesn’t cut it in the workplace and that having others talk behind his back is a complete recipe that there is a problem. Jimin nods to his words, but eventually he notices that Jimin only seems to look at him more frightened by the second.

“–in conclusion, I think you should go to Human Resources about this.”

Jimin tilts his head, “Human Resources?”

“Yeah, you could talk to one of them and they’ll help you out.” Jungkook frowns, “Do you have any evidence for this?”

He exhales, “No, but I’m sure there’s something wrong with my work. I’m not the kind to make so many mistakes.”

“And regardless, there’s still the gossip issue…” Jungkook mutters under his breath. His eyes light up and he checks his watch. “Tell you what, we still have some time so I think I can quickly introduce you.”

“Introduce me?”

He smiles, “Let’s just say I’m a little close to one of their workers.”

***

A knock resonates against the door.

Hoseok lets out a groan, stretching out his limbs as he gets up. He’s spent the last couple of hours going through some complaints from employees with a Manager down at Research and Development – a task that makes him desperately want to run down to the break room for a coffee. But alas, it seems like there’s going to be another task plopped onto his plate.

Rubbing his tired eyes, he paints on a smile and opens the door with a cherry tone, “Hi, can I help you with something?”

“Yeah, take a nap please.” Jungkook reprimands and Hoseok’s eyes widen.

“Jungkook?”

He grins. “In the flesh.”

Hoseok’s entire mood seems to do a complete one-eighty. “What are you doing standing outside?! Come on in!”

Jungkook lets out a giggle and looks behind himself, to which Hoseok peers in confusion.

There’s a man with dark hair and glasses that he doesn’t recognize, standing sheepishly as he enters the room.

“This is Park Jimin.” He introduces. “He works with me in Customer Service. I brought him here because he would like to speak to you about a concern.”

“Of course!” Hoseok turns to him, “I’m Jung Hoseok, a HR personnel.”

“Nice to meet you.” Jimin greets and Hoseok gestures for him to sit down at his office. Jungkook turns to the door, glancing over his shoulder.

“I’m going to head back now.” He informs Jimin.

“Come around more often, will you?” Hoseok remarks, “I barely see you even though we’re in the same building now!”

“Sure.” Jungkook chuckles, giving them both a small wave before closing the door.

Hoseok brightly smiles, turning his attention to Jimin. “Alright, what seems to be the problem?”

“Um, well…” Jimin scratches the back of his head, “I’ve been having some issues…with my coworkers.”

“I see.” Hoseok clicks a pen open in front of his notepad and Jimin falters, “Oh, this is just my personal use, but regardless, all information here is kept confidential.”

Jimin hums, form relaxing, “I was recently hired and I’ve noticed some problems here and there…”

He goes on to explain it all – about how it started with his work being disrupted, to the point where he was beginning to foster suspicions around him, to how the rumours began and he heard horrible things about himself that made him mortified. He also adds in that he potentially does suspect someone, but then–

“I-I don’t have evidence…” He reminisces, “I should have collected some before I came here, but I was just so–“

“Hey it’s alright, Jimin.” Hoseok smiles, “It’s quite literally my job to make sure things run here smoothly and if that isn’t the case, then there’s all the more reason to come and talk to me.”

He nods, “–but moving forward, I need to ask you some questions. You said that you saw multiple mistakes in your work that couldn’t have been made by you. Has your Manager noticed this?”

“He was upset by them, but he didn’t say anything else…”

“So he hasn’t seen much of your work to determine the disruption… I’ll have to find a copy and go over it myself.” Jimin watches as Hoseok scribbles down on his notepad, “What about these rumours? Where did you hear these?”

“Near my work area, beside the break room….everywhere, really.”

Hoseok hums, finishing off his scribbling before spinning his chair around and grabbing some files.

He faces Jimin with intent, “You mentioned you think it’s someone – who?”

Jimin gnaws down on his lip, but after a moment he sighs and fesses up. “Sandeul.”

“Kim Sandeul?” Hoseok asks in astonishment.

“Yes….?”

Hoseok chuckles underneath his breath, “So he’s still working here…”

Jimin watches as Hoseok goes through multiple files, a smile working its way onto his features.

After a moment passes, he glances up.

“Just for your kind information,” He begins, “There’s been issues with Sandeul in the past. He was notoriously involved with two employees that were actually fired for spreading malicious rumours about others.”

Jimin’s mouth falls agape. “I-I…”

“Once I go over those reports you gave to your Manager and check in more on Sandeul, we can get to the bottom of this. But for now–“

Hoseok does a gesture that seals his lips and Jimin nods with a bright smile, feeling ten times more relieved.

“Thank you, Hoseok. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem at all.” He gets up and heads towards the door as Jimin trails after him. “If you encounter anything else, please don’t hesitate to tell me.”

Jimin gives him a nod before gratefully thanking him again, to which Hoseok brushes off with a smile.

***

“How did it go?”

Jimin lifts his head in surprise to see Jungkook leaning against his cubicle. He was luckily able to get more work done this time around, packing up his belongings for the end of the work day.

“Pretty good,” Jimin reminisces with a smile, putting the strap of his bag over his shoulder. “He asked me a couple of questions and then said he would get back to me.”

Jungkook grins, “That’s great!”

Jimin chuckles under his breath, following the man to the elevator, “I want to thank you for the help. A situation like this…is delicate.”

Jungkook hums as the elevator doors close. “A lot of people don’t realize that there’s consequences for their actions, especially in a workplace.” He explains, “A situation like this is hard, but it’s not difficult to recognize it as creating a hostile environment for the person involved.”

Jimin nods and Jungkook leans closer, murmuring under his breath, “I should mention though, be careful with whom you approach. Sometimes Human Resources can overlook things.”

His brows furrow, “But Hoseok took it seriously.”

“That’s because I know and trust Hoseok. He doesn’t brush things under the carpet for the sake of maintaining the company’s image.” He points out, “For him, if there’s something wrong happening, then there’s actually something wrong happening, if you know what I mean.”

Jimin slowly nods, not realizing that it mattered who he talked to. His former workplace was considerably different in that aspect, no treading down thin lines needed.

It makes him even more grateful that he has someone like Jungkook working in his department.

“Oh sweet.” His head spins around, noticing Jungkook looking at his phone. He glances up, a bright smile to his features. “Hey, do you have any plans after work?”

Jimin shakes his head, “I don’t.”

“Do you wanna come with me?” He waves around the phone in his hand, “Some of my friends from the company are meeting up to hang out.”

“Oh…” His eyes widen, having not really acquainted with anyone in his department except for Jungkook. “A-Are you sure? It won’t be weird?”

“Of course not.” Jungkook brushes off and the elevator doors open, “Come on, they’re all great people.”

Jimin softly smiles, “Okay.”

He exits the elevator, quickly making space for those entering the elevator at the bottom floor. As he trails after Jungkook, there’s a million thoughts racing in his mind, mainly a mixture of curiosity and nervousness surrounding meeting others at the company after his experience of those in his own department.

But when Jungkook turns around the corner, he notices a group standing together, giant smiles stretched on their faces. One of them he recognizes as Hoseok – the HR personnel that assisted him.

“Oh! You invited Jimin along?” He wonders, greeting him with a joyful wave that Jimin returns with a meek smile.

Jungkook shrugs, “Yeah, I thought it’d be fun.”

“Finally you decide to get drinks with us.” Another man says, one with russet hair and sharp eyes, Jimin notes.

“Oh come on, hyung! I promised, didn’t I?” Jungkook whines and Jimin is left in awe at the ease he speaks with them, as if he’s known them for years.

“Hi, you’re Jimin, right?” A deep voice beckons. He turns to see a man with cameral hair and a soft smile staring at him.

He nods furiously with wide eyes and the man kindly reaches his hand out.

“I’m Taehyung, it’s nice to meet you.”

As Jimin takes his hand, he overhears the others making plans to leave.

“Wait!” Hoseok shouts, “Y/N’s not here yet!”

Jungkook frowns. “What? She should have been done by now!”

“We should just wait then.” The man with russet hair mutters.

“It’ll be a great chance to get to know Jimin!” Taehyung suggests, much to the latter’s timid smile.

“You’re right!” Jungkook ushers, quickly introducing him to everyone and echoing back their histories. Jimin is left getting his attention drawn back and forth – whether it was someone wanting to know about his work to simply welcoming him to the office in a sincere manner.

It makes a smile unconsciously tug on the corner of his lips, for he finally has the epiphany that perhaps working in this office wasn’t such a bad thing.

He takes long strides down the hallway.

There’s a small report in his hands that he’s required to submit to the head of the Operations Department, but after he’s finished with the task, he’s done for the day and can go home.

Jin stands in front of the office door, staring down at the paperwork he holds.

He deeply inhales.

The Operations Department was the last one he needed training from. After this, he would have completed his time at the company as an intern.

Which can only mean…

His eyes stray over to the thick plaque in front of him, a title written in bold large letters. When a lump begins to form in his throat, he snaps his gaze away, knocking against the door with a polite smile.

The head of the department greets him as usual, taking his report with interest.

“Great work, Seokjin.” The man chimes, slipping the report away into a file, “Nothing less than what I would expect from the future CEO.”

He plasters on a grin, “Right…”

After exchanging a goodbye with the man he’s been working under for a while, he departs back to his work area to pack up his things and head home for the day. There’s a handful of employee’s walking by him, all giving him smiles and waves as they depart as well.

He reaches his cubicle within a matter of moments, snapping from his daze to glance around from his belongings. He locates them with relative ease, but there’s a certain bright package stationed to the corner of his desk and next to his monitor that has his brows knitting together.

He picks it up, thrown off a bit from the translucent red material. It’s not packaged together like a delivery that had just arrived, rather it seems decorative and compared to everything else on his desk, stands out greatly.

Placing his bag to the side, he tugs at the paper, carefully peeling away the meticulously placed pieces of tapes keeping it all together. As he removes them, the paper unfolds and reveals a cardboard box.

He opens the top of it, scanning the contents inside. To his surprise, there’s pieces of paper in it and a–

“A ladle?” He exclaims in astonishment, staring at the kitchen utensil with wide eyes. In fact, there’s more utensils as well, all contained within the box like a set.

“What on earth?” He mumbles, placing the utensils down and yanking the pieces of paper out.

To his surprise, there’s a collection of coupons for restaurants, ranging from different ones in the area.

Upon seeing them, his confusion is simply magnified. As he flips through them and scans the different restaurant names, a white sheet catches his sight.

He takes it out right away, noticing some writing scribbled on it.

Wanted to thank you for helping me find Yuna. I thought the coupons would be useful for your restaurant obsession and you could use the tools for your cooking (a lot better than I can, I’ll admit).

~ Y/N

He blinks.

“Y/N?” Glancing back and forth at the contents, it all suddenly makes sense now. You knew where he would be working and decided to leave him a gift for his efforts.

A huge smile breaks out onto his features and he chuckles underneath his breath, observing the collection of items once again. He can only imagine you attempting to figure out what to get him, only to realize that he wouldn’t hesitate to use coupons and mind extra supply for his cooking.

Something you’ve even taken the courtesy to admit that he’s better at.

It’s not far to say he’s impressed at the least with the generous gift. Lifting his head, he quickly packs his bag for the day alongside your gift, holding it in his hands as he heads for the Sales and Finances Department with a grin.

It only takes him a few moments to locate you, but he notices that you’re in the midst of talking to a co-worker inside one of the meeting rooms. He peers wide-eyed through the glass, wondering if he chose a wrong time to come by.

However, as if on instinct, you pause your co-worker from speaking and turn around with furrowed brows. Your gazes lock and your irises widen with his appearance, but then Jin raises a familiar red wrapping material in his hands with a giant smile.

He watches as your eyes instantly light up, the corners of your mouth fondly upturning.

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eleni-cherie · 11 months

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among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- epilogue

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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several years later

Tainan, Taiwan

Jimin took a sip from his ice coffee and flipped a page in the book he was reading.

The evening sun was bathing the building in a warm shade, a comfortably mild summer atmosphere being created. Some children ran through the streets to get to the nearest park with lots of laughter and screams. Almost bumping into two women who were chatting while carrying their groceries.

He turned another page when sensing someone taking a seat on the free chair on the other side of his table. He didn't need to look up to know who it was though. The café being not overly crowded, and he had already seen him enter from the corner of his eye.

"You finally found me."

"Who said I ever lost track of you?"

Jimin perked up with a lopsided smirk, arching a brow at him. "What took you so long then?"

Seokjin laughed out, shaking his head. "Choosing a country that isn't an interpol member to settle down.. you knew what you were doing."

Closing the book on his lap, he took another sip from his coffee.

"Oh, is that so? I just came here for the nice weather," he said innocently, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he looked at his former antagonist. It felt strange somehow, having him simply sit there casually next to him without him trying to arrest him. Who would've thought a day like this would ever come. "And how comes you pay me a visit now?"

The older man shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "Been awhile since the last time I saw you, so I thought why not spending my vacation here?'"

Jimin nodded understanding and smiled at him. "And how've you been?"

He shrugged. "Oh, you know.. after you guys became inactive, it became quite boring."

"Aw."

"No, that wasn't a compliment."

"It sounded like one though."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Seokjin sighed, "But you know, it became boring and you know, I ain't getting younger either. So after I got married, I decided to take it easier and stepped down from the leader position. I focus more on paperwork now."

Jimin's eyes widened in shock as he straightened himself. Unable to imagine some random office sitter in the leader position. "And who's the leader in the theft divison now?"

"Blake."

"Oh!" he exclaimed and relaxed into his previous position, "I can see that. She always seemed eager to prove herself to you."

"And she did."

"Kinda sad for Jungkookie though, isn't it?"

"Nah," Seokjin waved at him, shaking his head, "He never was interested in that position. He still works there with her though."

Jimin couldn't keep himself from laughing at the thought of Skylar and Jungkook together and her giving him orders while he obeyed like a good subordinate. "You know, I always felt like the two were into each other and ever since I tried setting them up.."

A teasing grin spread on Seokjin's features. "Since when are you so invested in other people's love life?"

He only shrugged and dragged a dramatic sigh. "Can't help it, I'm such a romantic."

Seokjin laughed under his breath. "To be honest, I sometimes felt the same," he admitted then, "And I still think it whenever I catch them looking at each other. Perhaps it was their professionalism that kept them from going further."

"Or perhaps they're just dating in secret."

He perked up at this, seeing Jimin wiggling his brows at him. "You think so?"

"I might or might not have my sources."

The older man laughed out, nodding. "Well, good for them then."

"But wait!" Jimin exclaimed then, suddenly having processed something else. "You said you got married? To Yongsun?"

Seokjin's eyes widened, realising he had indeed mentioned it. He bit back a smile, confirming it again with a quick nod. "Yeah.."

"And I wasn't invited to the wedding?" Jimin faked offence to which Seokjin grinned.

"Figured you wouldn't have wanted to get arrested."

"True. But since you only met her thanks to me, I still think I deserved it."

"It surely wasn't thanks to you.."

"Now, don't be so unfair," Jimin pouted, "You wouldn't have been at that ship if I hadn't planned to steal the 'black star'." He was referring to the party a CEO of one of the biggest korean companies had thrown for his wife's birthday two years ago. And that wife had happened to own a very valuable black pearl, which she was wearing on a spray brooch and which the gang had been after. "So technically, I deserved an invitation."

Seokjin groaned in annoyance, getting tired of their quarrel. "You know what? I take it back. It's been great since you retired. I finally got some peace."

"Rude considering I practically introduced you to her."

"You didn't 'introduce' her to me!" Seokjin objected with a laugh, "You pushed her on me when I was running after you!"

"Still counts - you're married now, aren't you?" Jimin pointed out with a sly grin.

He wasn't able to disagree with that. So he gave up with an exhausted sigh.

"So?" Seokjin coughen then in hopes of changing topics and looked around. "And where's the rest?"

"Thought you had kept track on all of us."

"I did," he corrected, "But since interpol doesn't have any resources here, it wasn't too easy and there're some gaps."

Jimin hummed, stirring his coffee with the straw.. "Well, Taehyungie and his wife live nearby."

"You mean Cassandra?"

"Oh, you even got her name! Impressive!"

"Aish, stop with the sarcasm! Of course I know all your associates! I hunted you guys for years after all." Seokjin rolled his eyes before adding with a smirk, "And I was pretty good at it."

Jimin couldn't stop laughing, finding it always amusing how his opponent reacted when getting upset. "Never doubted your skills."

"So the two live nearby."

He nodded. "Yeah, she works at a hospital here."

"And Yoongi?"

"Right now, he's at one of the temples in the mountains. Meditating, training or whatever," Jimin snorted, drinking the last bit of coffee. He always found it quite lame whenever Yoongi got in one of his 'monk moods' - as Jimin called them - every few years and just disappeared for awhile to disconnect from everything. But perhaps he was just a little envious of that skill, since he himself could never do it. "But knowing him, he'll be back in the city in a few weeks."

Seokjin hummed. The corners of his lips shaping a cocky smile. "Needless to ask where Arabella ended up, right?"

"Right," a grin tucking on Jimin's full lips. His glance falling down to his watch then. "I'm actually waiting here for her. She should come any minute now."

"To be honest," Seokjin began then with a light frown on his soft features, "I always knew you guys would retire some day. I just assumed it'd be along with me."

"Well, you know we aren't in our early twenties anymore and besides.. some priorities shifted with time."

Seokjin hummed. Understanding it in a way. After all, same applied to him by now. Still he couldn't help wondering what priorities had changed for Jimin and why.

A black Harley Davidson came to an abrupt halt in front of them then. Arabella taking her helmet off, her hair swaying as it fell over her shoulders.

"Bella-baby, you're late!"

"I said around six, not exactly. Not my fault you came here too early," she huffed. Her eyes widening when spotting the man next to him. "Pops, you here?"

She was actually quite happy to see Seokjin again, having kind of missed him - as weird as it sounded. She had been so used of having him always on their back, it was weird it wasn't the case anymore.

Seokjin, however, didn't seem as pleased. The old nickname cuasing him to roll his eyes. "Seriously, when will you guys ever quit calling me 'pops'?"

"Probably never, it's your nickname for a reason after all."

He laughed under his breath. "You never told me the reason though."

Arabella and Jimin exchanged a look, giggling. "Isn't it obvious? You were always running after us and scolding us. Like a dad."

"And you're older than us, so it fit."

He was speechless for a moment. In a way that stupid nickname that he had secretly grown fond of, made sense. It was even somehow cute, in a very weird and twisted way. He coughed then, feeling his ears becoming red. "I've got to go now," he announced and stood up, "Can't let Yong wait alone for too long. See you guys." He waved at them as he walked away. Only to shortly turn around then with a smirk. "Oh, but before I forget.. You don't coincidentally know anything about that stolen jade statue that is all over the local newpapers?"

Arabella and Jimin looked at each other, before giving him an innocent shrug. Shaking their heads. "No, why would we? We're retired now, remember?"

"Right. Right," Seokjin let out a loud laugh. Not being convinced at all. "Well, see you then."

As he disappeared around the corner, a frowned settled on Arabella's features. "He didn't buy it, did he?"

"So what?" Jimin shrugged and picked up his book, shoving it inside his jacket. "He can't do anything about it as long as we don't leave the country."

They might've officially retired a few months ago, but that didn't mean they'd be dead. After all they'd never be the kind to be content with a 'normal' life. Even if there was no one to hunt them anymore, neither from interpol nor from any organization - Namjoon and Hoseok having liquidated 'owl inc' and its branches only a year ago - they still wanted to keep the excitement, thrill and fun. Just in smaller portions here and there.

"Anyway, let's go."

Arabella tossed him the second helmet before putting her own on and he got on the bike behind her. His arms wrapping around her waist, purposely way too high to be closer to her boobs and she rolled her eyes. Already used to his attics.

She switched the ignition button on, her foot kicking up the kickstand. "By the way," he spoke up then, propping his chin on her shoulder with an arched brow as he curiously looked up to her. "Don't you think it'd be better not to drive the bike for now? You know, because of the.." His eyes pointed down at her belly before returning to her.

She kind of wanted to be annoyed at him for even suggesting this, but then again she understood his worries. She pecked his cheek. "When the bump starts showing, I will," she smiled and squeezed the clutch lever all the way to the grip. His arms tightening around her.

And they drove off.

THE END

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-thank you all for reading this story! it was fun writing something totally new for once, so hope you also had fun reading it!

❗ the sequel a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg is out as well!

- check out my other bts stories, too: here

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5and3nevermind · 2 months

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Yoonmin in the D-Day Tour in the USA episode:

Right out of the gates, we get two quick shots of Jimin at the concert in Newark:

Then we get to see Jimin’s arrival. He greets Yoongi and they hold hands briefly. They reminisce about the time they were here during the Wings tour when Jin and Tae argued right before the show.

Yoongi teases Jimin that everyone thinks he’ll perform that night. Jimin says it’s because Yoongi keeps talking about it. Cute!

Ok, this part…this is where Yoongi quotes a line from a romantic comedy drama (more on that here):

Another translation

Also, it’s not in the screenshot, but the full line is “Please do it for me, my honorary rainmaker Park Jimin.”

This whole thing is pretty bold, especially by Yoongi standards. Remember how restrained he was when Jimin visited the Shadow set?

Next, we get to see Jimin cheering for Yoongi as he heads out to the stage:

After the show:

Another hand-hold! 🥰

Jimin tells Yoongi what a good job he did, and Yoongi teases him saying, “Didn’t you know I was good?” Jimin finds this hilarious. “This is why I can’t compliment this guy in front of him!”

The episode goes on to show moments with Max and Halsey, and we get to see Yoongi playing guitar and singing backstage. Please go watch!

This was such a pleasant surprise! Any yoonmin moments we get to see in 2024 are precious gems.

#yoonmin #d day era #2023 #2024

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 11 months

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~Rosie's Masterlist~

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𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐??

Pairings: Kim Hongjoong x Transmasc!reader

Pronouns: he/him

Genres: fluff, angst, comedy, social media au

CW: strong language, implied smut, brief mentions of misgendering and dysphoria, sexual infidelity, emotional infidelity, slut shaming, will add more as the story goes on

a/n: an exclamation mark in parentheses (!) means there’s potentially triggering content in the chapter

*dates and times are not important unless said so in the chapter*

Summary: You, absolutely infatuated with your boss, grow closer with him after a charity gala, where he finds his girlfriend in a compromising position with a friend of his.

teaser

yeosang’s sugar babies | rich bitches | pt2

ch.1- glucose child

ch.2- blink once if you need help

ch.3- who tf is kang yujin?(!)

ch.4- oh fuck he’s hot

ch.5- sounds fake but ok

ch.6- well fire him of course

ch.7- the ned fulmer effect

ch.8- interesting

ch.9- thank you jiyeon

ch. 10- the y/n simp club

ch. 11- i’m going to kiss this man

ch. 12- angry thoughts, head violently

ch. 13- don’t get murdered

ch. 14- you secretary hopping now?

ch. 15- you’re embarrassing me on twt.com

ch. 16- get out of my mentions

ch. 17- thank you mr. kim

ch. 18- the audacity this woman has

ch. 19- babygirl allegations

ch. 20- clown to clown communication

ch. 21- power moves

ch. 22- i don’t like you right now (!)

ch. 23- i think i might’ve fucked up

ch. 24- just figure your shit out

ch. 25- lightweight headass

ch. 26- my betsies r her

ch. 27- whore derogatory

ch. 28- we’re each other’s date

ch. 29- he’s a loud ass bottom

ch. 30- he’s just a little guy

ch. 31- i’m plotting murder

ch. 32- park jimin’s internet

ch. 33- have fun

ch. 34- despicable me

ch. 35- well maybe he shouldn’t be

ch. 36- tf is going on

ch. 37- stinky best friend stealer

ch. 38- i have no words

ch. 39- top 10 anime betrayals

ch. 40- third wheeling

ch. 41- entitled rats

ch. 42- it’s go time

ch. 44- don’t disrespect wanda

ch. 45- thank you mr. l/n

ch. 46- icy

ch. 47- what.

ch. 48- too friendly

ch. 49- they’re secretaries

ch. 50- that’s kinky

ch. 51- what the fuck(!)

ch. 52- sensing disturbances in the force

ch. 53- seonghwa no

ch. 54- oh shit it’s live!

ch. 55- tba

ch. 56- tba

ch. 57- tba

ch. 58- tba

ch. 59- tba

ch. 60- tba

#k0i-p0nd writes #aiiprn??#kim hongjoong smau #kim hongjoong x male reader #kim hongjoong x transmasc reader #ateez smau #ateez x male reader #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #ateez

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effielumiere · 10 months

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The Companion 10

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy, Angst, Soulmate AU (Began in chapter 5), Slow burn (ended)

Chapter Warning(s): Teenager Jimin and MC. Angst if you squint. Fluff. Bed? Bed. Cuddles? Cuddles. Mentions of a car accident (the MC). EDITED! (woah)

Legend: English / Korean

POV: 3rd Person

Wordcount: 4.4k

A/N: HELLO WORLD! lol (flashback to Bon Voyage, anyone? hahaha) I’ve returned with the Part One finale of The Companion trilogy! Please do read the Author’s Note at the end to know more about the future plans of this series.

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Y/n woke up with the sun peering through the blinds and the feeling of fingertips lightly running through her scalp and hair. Groggily tilting her head up, the fingertips stopped with its motion and she was met with the slightly swollen eyes of Jimin. His milk chocolate brown eyes staring at her. Was she still in the Dreamstate? She wondered as she abruptly sat on the bed. The room was small telling her that she was very much awake and not in the Dreamstate.

"Good morning," Jimin croaked. He sits up too and stretches his arms, joints popping loudly as he did. As he cracked his neck to relieve himself, Y/n stared at his features. It wasn't that she wanted to, but it was as if her mind was telling her that it was familiar. Like she's seen it countless times even though it was the first time she's ever witnessed the sight.

Jimin stared back at her after rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He mirrored her, staring at all his features once more as he did while she was sleeping.

"You look like you had a good sleep," he remarked with a soft smile

"I guess you can say that," she says as she snapped out of her reverie "I'm hungry"

"Yoongi hyung or Jin hyung are probably already in the main house," he says, pulling out his phone from under the pillow to check the time. "It's almost noon," he informs her and she nods.

"Let me change, then let's go to the main house," Jimin nods back at her as she slowly rises from the bed to walk out of the door heading to the washroom.

Jimin falls back on the bed, arms wide open with a wide grin on his face.

'Almost,' he thinks to himself, 'Almost there, Jimin. Just a little more,'

As Jimin laid on the bed, he listened to the sound of Y/n grabbing her things as she headed to the bathroom to shower. Sitting up, he took the collar of his shirt from his back not knowing that Y/N came back to the room, already done washing up. She stood in the doorway staring at Jimin's shirtless figure, eyes landing on his collar bone down to his chest and the 'NEVERMIND' tattoo on his side, down the soft skin of his stomach and before she could go any further, Jimin felt her presence as he reached for one of his clean shirts that was folded on a nearby chair.

"Come on," Jimin stood in front of her with his palm facing up for her to take. Y/n stared at his hand, her mouth agape in shock, whereas Jimin did it on purpose. Trying to test if she was going to break the rules he laid out, but Y/n slid her hand in his without another word and they walked to the main house together for lunch.

~~~~~^^^~~~~~

Y/n watched from the front porch of the main house as the seven men played foot volleyball in the rain. Part of her was worried for all seven of them, mainly Jimin. She didn't want him to catch a cold especially with the virus and the pandemic happening. As the game ended, the three youngest members stayed behind throwing the ball to the basketball hoop with one hand.

"This can't be good," She muttered to herself as she watched them take turns. To her surprise, Jimin was the first to score and was slowly headed off. Taehyung scored not long after and just as they were walking away Jungkook got to shoot the ball in the hoop, but judging by the sound of JImin's laughter and Taehyung's deep voice yelling at Jungkook from the pool area she knew that they were telling him to do it again because their backs were turned. Jimin was sitting on the pool deck when he turned towards his best friend and said "She remembers me when she wakes up,"

"What makes you say that?" Taehyung asks

"She has that look in her face, asif she wants to ask me so many questions but she gets this realization that she's awake and not in the Dreamstate. Looks like the myth is true,"

"What are you gonna do then?" Taehyung asks "We're going to be busy with preparing the Permission to dance promotion and the concerts, if we get the chance. You won't have a lot of time. Not to mention the enlistment,"

"I'll have to be flexible with the time I have left," he sighs "Tell the others what I've told you so they wouldn't think we're being weird. I'll tell her after the tour ends. I can't make her wait for too long, she'll wonder why I'm stalling and eventually, she'll run out of patience and questions. And when she does, I'm gonna be lost for words,"

"It's your choice, man," Taehyung puts a hand on his friend's shoulder to comfort him "just remember; be slow, but not too slow nor too fast. Pacing is the key. Also, we all think it's about time you call her parents in case shit hits the fan,"

"I'll think about it," he nods just in time to witness Jungkook really shoot the ball into the hoop.

As they make their way back to their rooms to wash up, Jimin finds Y/n on the sofa reading a book.

"Hyung said they're preparing dinner and that we should head there in a bit,"

Y/n looks up from the book to see him drenched, more drenched than his state an hour ago she was watching. The way he looked reminded her of something she swore she's seen somewhere before, but instead of overthinking she nods her head and tries her best to take her eyes away from Jimin's body, which was losing more and more clothing as he reached the bathroom.

'Good God, have mercy on me' she muttered a tiny prayer, hoping Jimin didn't hear her.

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''How do you plan on telling her that you're soulmates?'' Hoseok asks Jimin as they watch the beef carousel.

''I'm still thinking about it,'' he says as they flip the beef ''I plan on telling her after the LA tour, but specifically... I'm not sure. Should I be preparing dinner at home or should we just go out and eat. Either way, if she rejects me it's almost as if she doesn't want anything to do with me anymore,''

''Did Taehyung tell you about our suggestion?'' Hobi asked

''To call her parents?'' Jimin sighed as he looked at the glass wall separating them, she was in the gameroom with Taehyung so it was safe to talk about her ''Yeah, I will on our last night at the house where I scared you. I might ask Namjoon hyung for help,''

Hobi nods, wishing he was fluent in English so he could help out his little brother.

''How do you think she's going to react to it?'' Jimin asks after a beat.

''Aren't you the only one who knows the answer to that, Jimin-ah?'' Hobi chuckles ''You've spent more time with her than you did with us,''

''But she lost her memories, hyung,'' he reasoned. ''How am I supposed to tell someone what's changed because of an accident?!'

''What have you been doing for the last few months then huh?'' Hoseok asks as he takes the cooked meat off of the grill and onto a plate he was holding.

''You've had her by your side for the past few months and you didn't even try to get to know her; is she different now compared to the one you grew up with in the Dreamstate? You're trying to tell me you've been wasting time?''

''I haven't been wasting time,' he sighs. 'It's just hard to understand her. Her mood swings are crazy. This vacation is the only time that I've seen her true personality,''

''That's probably because you've been closer to each other or maybe because you finally made your presence known in the Dreamstate,''

''Maybe,''Jimin shrugged taking out another grilled beef

''Try to think of another way of telling her you're soulmates,'' Hobi suggested. ''Not dinner, definitely not breakfast. That's gonna be a recipe for disaster to ruin her day the very second she opens her eyes. And don't just do sweet things to her in the Dreamstate, do them in reality too. It's your most powerful weapon.''

''What is?'' Jimin asked in confusion

Hobi turned to him with a cute expression and pinched Jimin's cheek ''You're cuteness and your appeal. ARMYs didn't call it the Jimin Effect for nothing.''

''Hey!'' Jimin exclaimed as Hobi went back in the dining room and kitchen of the main house giggling as he carried the second plate.

During dinner, Y/n looked at the man that sat in front of her and his chopsticks retreating to his bowl to feed himself. Jimin put two slices of beef tenderloin from his bowl to hers after he saw that she already had all of her beef. He took four slices for himself but he couldn't stand to see the love of his life control herself around the seven of them, especially around food, that was the last thing he wanted to witness.

Y/n felt shy knowing very well that they all witnessed Jimin's actions, in return Y/n put the tiny Gat Kimchi she had rolled into a small circle and put it on Jimin's spoon just as he was about to take a bite. Jimin mirrored her reaction from earlier; wide eyes, mouth agape and spoon hanging halfway between the bowl and his mouth.

"Thanks,"he says

"Mhmm," she nods "Thanks too," Jimin smiles at his bowl during the little interaction. He wasn't able to help himself. Y/n has done it a million times before in the Dreamstate, it was something that made him warm all over. His soulmate's love and care, but she doesn't know that she's done it before. She just wanted to return the kindness he gave her. The other members watched the exchange in their peripheral vision, but didn't make a comment about it and instead continued eating.

Right before bedtime, Jimin spotted Taehyung, Jin and Hobi playing with fireworks and felt left out.

"Come on," Hobi says, not giving up on the younger man "Let's go!"

"Hold on, lemme go get Y/n"

"Isn't she afraid of fireworks?" Hobi asks

"As far as I know she isn't," he turns back to Hobi before running to their room. Once he reached her, he found Y/n sitting on the edge of the bed brushing her damp hair wearing a pair of shorts and his oversized t-shirt.

"I ran out of clothes," she states "I hope you don't mind,"

"It's fine," Jimin's voice cracked, clearing his throat as he holds out his hand to her.

"You're doing that a lot often lately," she points out after staring at his hand then back at his face.

"What?" He questions

"The hand thing, as if you're asking me to take your hand and dance with you"

"It's a habit, I guess," he chuckles nervously "Let's go,"

The night before they went back to Seoul:

Before Y/n was asked by all the members to stay away from the kitchen, Jimin took it as an opportunity to ask her to walk around the property, with their security hovering nearby of course.

“Are you enjoying your stay so far?” Jimin asks as he directs the flashlight on the path they were walking on. Y/n noticed that it was headed towards the back of the estate closer to where the woods were.

“I am, I’ve never been to an area surrounded by nature before,” she says with a smile. Y/n’s Hangul was getting better the more time she spent with the members and the staff. Especially their translators who helped a lot during their free time. Jimin on the other hand was trying his very best to fight the burnout from studying especially since he and Taehyung just finished taking their Master’s.

“Where are we headed?” Y/n quizzed, testing Jimin. He smiled then pointed his flashlight at the house near the trees.

“There” he says before switching to satoori “I saw it yesterday and got curious,”

“So you decided to take me instead of Jungkook?”

“The kid’s too busy with his pup. So are the other members,”

“Why do I feel like you’re about to start a ritual in an abandoned house and use me as your sacrifice?” Jimin stared at her, completely lost with what she said. He chuckled “What?”

“You!” she said, pouting “You’re gonna kill me there.” Jimin was in stitches as she explained her imagination to him.

“Why are you suddenly getting that idea?” he started once he finally got the chance to catch his breath “Why in the world would I kill you?” Y/n just stared at him and waited until he realized she was scared.

“Are you scared?” he finally asks with a soft smile on his lips

“Dude, there could be ghosts there!”

“Aish,” he stopped himself from cursing “Ghosts don’t exist, jagiya. And even if they did, I’m right here! I’ll save you!

Come on,” he lightly pulled on her arm to her if she’d budge, but she was frozen in place. Scratching the back of his head he threads his fingers into hers and holds her hand as tight as he could without hurting her “I promise I won’t let go of you, and I promise that I’m not going to leave you or scare you, that’s what did to Hobi hyung,” Y/n stared at him in disbelief.

“Why would you do that to him?” she asks “You know know he gets scared and startled easily,”

“It’s been a while since I pulled a prank on one of them, Hobi hyung was just the perfect target,” he smiles, tugging her hand gently towards him as he slowly makes steps towards the house, “Come on, I won’t bite,”

“But it’s too dark,” she complained “Can’t we do this in the morning?”

“We can’t because it might rain again tomorrow,” he wraps his other hand around the one that was already holding her hand, with the lanyard of the flashlight around his wrist making the flashlight illuminate the ground by their feet. “I promise I’ll protect you, you don’t have to be afraid. We both have flashlights, the security team is with us and they have flashlights too. You’re safe here with me,” he whispers as his free hand holds the side of her face, thumb and index finger lightly pinching and playfully tugging on her earlobe. She doesn’t remember if Jimin has ever made a promise to her since her move to Seoul, but one thing was for sure, she trusted him wholeheartedly and with that she slowly nodded her head and let Jimin lead the way as they walked up the hill behind the estate.

Walking through the door of the abandoned house, Jimin touches the wall beside the door flipping on a switch that lit up the living room area of the house.

“It’s not renovated,” Y/n pointed out to which Jimin nodded “Why is there electricity?”

“I asked the director and producers about it,” he says as they look around the outdated house that seemed to be still stuck in the early 2000s “They said that it didn’t sound like a good idea to put us in houses that were too far away from each other like how it was for In the Soop Season 1. So they left this house behind after they calculated that with the number of staff joining the three houses and the rooms behind the main house were enough.

As for the electricity,” he sighs “Hybe paid for the electricity of all houses in the land, including this one. But we left it off for Hyung,” Y/n shook her head, chuckling as she pitied poor Hoseok. No wonder he looked traumatized that morning.

“So, why did you take me here?”

“Because I wanted to share this moment with you before we go back home,” he says with sincerity. Y/n looked up to find Jimin staring at her. His eyes held so much emotion but the only emotions that she could read were honesty and hope

“Why though?”

“Why not?” he countered. “I could pick anyone, but I chose you and you chose me. You trust me,” his voice trailed off as he said the end of his sentence hoping she didn’t hear it, but with the short distance between them, she heard every single word.

“I do,” she agreed “I don’t know why, but I do and it has nothing to do with the fact that you’re Park Jimin of BTS or because I like you,”

“So you do like me,” he tried fighting off a smile by biting his lip

“What?” Her eyes widen in confusion, shock and denial all at the same time.

“You just said you like me,” Jimin couldn’t help himself at this point, one would call him cocky, but he couldn’t contain his pure joy.

“No, I didn’t,” she scoffed, denying her outburst.

“Yes, you did,”

“I did not!”

Jimin abruptly pulled on the hoody she was wearing, pulling her body closer to him resulting in Y/n effectively shutting up. “Yes, you did,” Jimin took the opportunity (and completely lost all sense of self control) to kiss both her cheeks and the tip of her nose as gently as he could with every word he said. Y/n was frozen in her place, not expecting to receive such action from Jimin who not only was her boss, but also the man she was a companion to.

“Am I dreaming?” she asked in a whisper. Jimin knew why she asked that, and it made his heart twitch knowing that she thought it was a dream because Jimin from the Dreamstate is the only one who would have the courage to make such moves. But that didn’t make him move away from her “No, you’re not,” he whispered back before letting her go.

“I should head back,” she says, closing her eyes as if she was attempting to wake herself up to make sure she really wasn’t dreaming. Y/n and Jimin reluctantly let go of each other’s hands. He offered to walk her back, but she declined the offer. In return, he asked one of the men who were keeping an eye on them to walk her back as he had a plan in mind and it wasn’t connected to Hobi’s prank.

“Mom? Dad?” Jimin says on the phone “Good evening, or is it morning there?” he smiles as they open their camera for the video call.

“Hi, Jimin,” her parents greeted him in return. “Long time no talk,” Jimin nods, smiling kindly at the couple.

“Is our Y/n doing okay there, Jimin,” Y/n's mother asks

“She’s okay,” he reassures them “But, I have a question for the two of you,” he says hesitantly, unsure of where it was going to take him.

“Oh, what’s that?” the father asks as Namjoon takes a seat beside him on the bottom of the staircase. Her parents weren't surprised to see staff or Namjoon with Jimin whenever he called them. Jimin has tried to learn English with so much effort for the past two years but only ever felt confident in speaking the vernacular whenever he was with his closest friends and family. Y/n's family counted as family and they didn't judge him but applauded him for his effort.

“Can I…” he started over “Can I tell her? About us?” Namjoon nodded as he put a hand on Jimin's shoulder as if to comfort her and let him know he was doing well which helped a lot with his nerves.

“In real life or in the Dreamstate?” the father questions “You do realize that we haven’t told her anything because we were waiting for you to tell her,”

Jimin stared at Y/n parents though his phone screen as he felt a rush of relief rush through his veins. His vision blurred as tears surfaced; tears he’s been stopping for so long.

“Jimin,” Y/n father started “You promised us that you’ll take full responsibility for our daughter and keep her happy. We thought the reason you hired her was because you were finally going to tell her everything, but she hasn’t told us anything yet.”

“We’re just waiting for you, Jimin,” Y/n mother smiles as Jimin wiped away his tears “Her memories are your memories too, and you know her better than we do. You’re the only one who can remind her what happened in her past. It’s up to you if you want her to remember you or not,”

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That evening in the Dreamstate:

“Why is there a tent here?” Y/n asks pointing at the tent in their backyard that could easily fit four Namjoons. Inside there were pillows, blankets and a foam mattress waiting for them.

“It’s called camping for a reason, princess,” Jimin grinned as he hopped in

“Ew,” she cringed “Don’t call me that,”

“You’re being one,” he remarked with a cocky grin. After the video call he had with her parents before he pulled his well planned out prank for Hoseok. He arrived at their shared room with her already knocked out cold hugging his pillow. Showering as quick as he possibly could he lies down next to her, not before pulling away his pillow from her tight grip, and wrapping his arms around her to meet her at the Dreamstate more willing than he had been the past few nights.

"I'M NOT!" She exclaimed

"Yes, you are! Now get in here!" He grabs her hand and roughly pulls her into the tent. Y/n braced herself for the painful fall but she was met with a memory foam mattress that broke her fall and she was welcomed by Jimin who decided to use her as a tree as he turned into a koala bear.

"Jimin, this was not what I said when I agreed to camp" she gasped out through his tight grip

"Too late, I'm sleepy," he says groggily

"You promised to tell me more about my past," she pointed out

"I did, but I'm tired. Let's just cuddle. We could talk some other day, I'm not going anywhere."

"How sure are you about that?"

"Yeobo, I'm just a part of you just as you're a part of me" he rolls his eyes before pecking her lips "Now go to sleep. There's a lot of sleep-catching-up to do."

"But,"

"No buts," he cuts her off, placing another kiss this time near the corner of her lips. Y/n froze in place and Jimin felt her freeze and knew from there that he had a better control of the situation but his actions were effective in making her shut up so he intends to use it in the future "Let's take a nap before I start"

“You’re stalling,” Jimin opens his eyes wide then sits up abruptly.

“You’re right I am, but only because we both know your roommate is a bother,”

“He’s asleep,” y/n tells him

“And who told you that?” She stares at him in confusion as Jimin stares at her “You’re hoping to see him here aren’t you?”

Y/n kept her mouth shut as she rose from the bed to sit facing him “You are…”

“Is that a bad thing to ask for?”

“No,” he holds her hand in his, running his thumb across the back of her hand. “I think you have to find yourself first and know about your past more before walking down that road again.”

“My mom told me that the other day,” Y/n confesses “I guess I’m just impatient to know if I do have a soulmate,”

“What makes you think you have one?”

“Why do you think this Dreamstate exists?” she asks him looking around the room, “This place would’ve never existed in my head if I didn’t have a soulmate.”

“You did your research,” he pointed out looking at the lightbulbs one by one.

“How could I not?” she smiles “Nearly three years of being alone here, I wonder if there was a reason this little island existed. And if I do have a soulmate, where is he? Why isn’t he showing up? I wonder if I did something wrong that it drove him away,”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Jimin sighs “You know soon,”

“So tell me,” she insists, tightening her grip on his hands, “please”

“Would you rather I show you your memories?” he asks

“I think that’s a better idea,” she smiled

“Then close your eyes,” she did.

Jimin leaned forward wrapping his arms around her, Y/n did the same. As Y/n takes a deep breath, she gets a hint of the scent on his white sweater “That’s strange,” she noted “I can smell you, I think,”

“It’s probably the flowers outside the tent” he smiled as he rested his cheek on top of her head “Close your eyes and take a deep breath for me,”

Doing as he says. She closes her eyes and Jimin presses his lips on the side of her head and what Y/n sees behind her closed eyelids made her cry the moment she woke up, startling Jimin who looked up at her with a sleepy daze asking her if she was okay and when she kept shaking her head, he called for Namjoon immediately.

Jimin wondered if it was right to show her one of the best memories he’s ever had, which was the first night they met. He guessed it was heartbreaking for her to see him injured days after he was discharged from the hospital after needing a few stitches when he cut his eyelid. The next memory should be a happy one he decided, he had to try not to make her cry too much.

It was the first memory and it reminded him a lot of how he felt when they met for the first time when they were kids where his dad said he cried when he woke up looking for a little girl he dreamt of. Jimin felt like she most probably woke up the same way, and it broke his heart to know that his soulmate had gone through pain, sadness and loneliness because of him. He could only hope as he held sobbing body as he and Namjoon tried to calm her down that he could lessen the pain and finally fix their relationship to be together.

Because all Jimin wanted more than anything in this world was for his soulmate to be with him without the barrier of a secret keeping them apart; he wanted his soulmate back, the one who knew every part of him before the night of the car crash.

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A/N: Finally! Aftersooooo looonggggg. We’ve reached the ending of Part one of The Companion trilogy. This was not originally planned to be a trilogy but after much thought, it just had to be one.

The next part of the trilogy will be song based per chapter kinda like Girl of My Dreams is, but it will feature songs not just by Bangtan, but other artists as well.

For now, I’m planning to take a break from this Trilogy, don’t worry though, I’ll return for part two as soon as I’m done with GOMD.

In the meantime, please give my Yoongi fic, Girl of My Dreams, a lot of support!!! I have a lot of projects lined up for y’all, all I need is time and a personal computer to invest on lol.

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