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My Angel | Mafia!Jimin X Reader

Summary: Together forever, at least that's what they thought. When Jimin suddenly breaks up with Y/n, she is desperate to know why, but why wont he tell her? Y/n does her own investigation into why he suddenly cut off all contact, but will what she suspects be the truth?

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings:  Swearing, Violence, Blood, Gore, Breakup, Verbal Argument, Angst, Let me know if I missed any!

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The car jumped as it went over another bump in the uneven track, jolting Jimin around, his hand still grasped around the handle above him, he kept his eyes straight ahead boring into the back of the driver's seat. The ride to their location had taken a turn into the bush, tracks from previous vehicles lead the way through the thick and dense forest, despite the rough ride it wasn't until the man beside him spoke that Jimin finally tore his eyes away from the headrest in front of him.

Turning to the side, Jimin's eyes met with the taller man, whose broad chest barely fit under the seatbelt that was wrapped around him, his long black hair and dark eyes, accompanied by his dark turtlenecked top and black coat. "Are you alright? You seemed spaced out." The man asked as he smiled.

Jimin already knew what he was going to say, the same thing he said every time someone asked this question in the last 2 weeks. "I'm fine, just tired Namjoon." Jimin gave his friend a fake smile as he responded, trying to seem more together than he really was, because the truth was, Jimin had been a wreck for the past month, he wasn't getting any sleep and kept going out on jobs to distract his mind, and when they wouldn't allow him, he would spend hours training, giving himself something else to focus on, anything else to focus on, anything, but you.

"Don't give me that shit, Jimin. I know something is up, we're almost there so tell me before we arrive." Namjoon responded half laughing at the start before his toned turned serious. "Is it about Y/n?"

Jimin sighed feeling defeated, they were both stuck in a car and now Namjoon wouldn't let it go. "It's just, I can't sleep, I can't eat, and I can't get her out of my head." Jimin confessed. "It's feels like I'm constantly drowning in my mind, something keeps pulling me down further and further. I wish it didn't have to be like this."

"I know, but you know this is how it has to be. It's too dangerous for her, we know what could happen if she gets too involved."

Jimin grunted in agreement and turned to look out the window, his sign of saying that this conversation was over, Jimin went on this mission to stop himself from thinking about you and now you were the only thing on his mind, and this wasn't helping. All Jimin wanted to do was stay holding you in his arms and tell you everything was going to be okay.

Oh how he'd wish that he was with you, still lying in bed after the alarms had gone off, slowly watching as the morning sun lit up the room around him, tucked in bed with tangled legs, the feeling of your chest slowly rising and falling against his own as your breath fanned over his neck, he wanted to whisper sweet nothings into your ear and tell you that everything would be okay, that he'd always be here with you, but he couldn't, he wasn't, instead of spending his days with you, he was forced to be here, away from you.

Namjoon seemed to take a hint and dropped it before letting Jimin know that they were arriving.

Hopefully this job would distract him from the only thing playing on his mind, you.

~~~

It was early morning and the sun started to shine through the curtains, groaning, I rolled over to face Jimin, his blond hair fell over his face as he slept, I could see the blankets moving with every breath he took. He must have snuck in again late last night, something that had become almost a ritual at this point. I wiggled myself closer to him, Jimin was always really warm so I used his warmth to keep me warm too, I pulled my arms into my chest and snuggled my head in his chest trying to soak up his warmth, my movements must have alerted him as he began to stir in his sleep. 

Jimin was always a light sleeper, even the smallest of noises woke him up so it was no surprise that my attempts to get comfy and warm had woken him up, I looked up at him just as his eyes opened, he looked tired, but alert before locking eyes with me, a small smile spread on his lips as he moved his arm to wrap around me, pulling me closer into his body.

"Morning, Angel." He said with his slightly gruff morning voice, he shuffled around a bit creating some more space between our faces so we could properly see each other, but he kept the rest of our bodies close as can be by tangling his legs with mine.

I gave him a sleepy smile and closed my eyes before opening them again, I moved my face up to his and planted a small kiss on his lips. "Morning, Baby." I said before shrinking back down and looking up at his giddy smile.

"Can I have another one?" He pleaded at me with his puppy eyes.

"Of course, you can, my love." I said as I caressed his cheek before moving myself towards him again, my lips made contact with his before separating again, going back for more, I kissed the side of his mouth before doing the same to the other side, then I moved back down again looking up at him. "Better?" I hummed.

"Hmmm, well," He pretended to think as he looked up. "I think you missed a spot." He smirked at me. I giggled at his antics before pulling him down to my level, I pressed my lips to his cheek before littering more smooches all of his face, if I had been wearing my lipstick, he would be covered in it. Eventually I stopped and moved us apart, we locked eyes for a few moments before we both erupted into a fit of giggles.

"I love you so much, Angel."

"I love you too."

~~~

The sound of bones breaking, and pain laced screaming let Jimin know he was doing his job correctly, dropping the barely conscious man, Jimin continued to walk through the mostly abandoned building, wiping his bloody hands on a handkerchief, people were running everywhere, parents, children, elderly. Jimin could pick out his men amongst the chaos and somewhere there was Namjoon too, Jimin kept his gun close to him so he could easily use it if necessary.  

The building was dilapidated and in the back of his mind he was nervous that it could collapse at any second, but he pressed on, he had to complete the mission, he had to do something. He kept himself composed and focused, but in the back of his mind, slowly creeping up on him, he could fell it, the weird sense of tension and unavoidable stress that was ready to take him and pull him back under and into the depths.

"Damn it, Namjoon." Jimin hissed under his breath, frustrated that the taller man had brought you up and now he couldn't stop thinking about you.

Jimin had to keep reminding himself why he was here and not with you, seeing the parents with their children reminded him of the life he could never have with you, the life he wanted with you, the one he had to give up. Sometimes Jimin would wonder where you were or if you were doing okay now, you hadn’t tried to reach out to him for a while, had you gotten over it? Or did something bad happen?

Jimin shook his head, trying to get you out of it, he had a job, a mission, and he needed to complete it.

Noticing a group of men holding other hostages, Jimin stopped on his path to nowhere in particular, thankfully due to the amount of people he was able to slip out of sight and behind a beam, turning to face the group, he held his gun up aiming at the targets, he had to make sure he didn't accidently hit the wrong person, Jimin's finger pulled on the trigger, five shots, five hollowing sounds as each bullet met its target, its destiny, five thumps as five bodies fell to the floor, five steps and he was on his way.

~~~

My eyes widened at what Jimin had said. “What?” I said, giving an airy laugh at the end, thinking he was joking or playing a prank that the others had put him up to.

“I have to break up with you.” He said, staring into my soul. Those words, he said them again, but they still didn’t seem real.

“What do you mean you have to break up with me?” I asked in disbelief while stepping closer. “Did I do something wrong? We can talk this out surely.”

“I can’t stay with you. It’s not… safe… for you.” Jimin mumbled the last part, tears were starting to build in my eyes, but I wouldn’t let them fall until I knew it was real.

What did he mean it wasn't safe? Safe as in it was too risky? Did he really think that low of me? No, he wouldn't. “Safe? Safe? You want to break up because I’m not safe? What kind of excuse is that? Jimin, I-”

“No! Y/n, we can’t keep doing this, I’m sorry…” Jimin turned around as he slowly started walking towards the door. I ran towards him and tried pleading with him to stay, telling him that we could work this out if we just talked about it, I tried to hold him back, but he was too strong. I fell backwards and landed on my ass as he was standing in the doorway.

“Please, Jimin.” Big fat tears were welling up in my eyes before falling down my cheeks and landing on the wooden floor beneath me. Why was he doing this? I don't understand. Why won't he talk to me? “W-why are you leaving me?” I started chocking on my words.

He didn’t even turn around, he didn’t even have the decency to help me up and to give me a proper reason, he faced out into the hallway as he spoke before he shut the door behind him, leaving me all alone in our apartment.

“I have to do this.”

~~~

Their men had rounded up the organizers of this ring and had them all tied up on some spare chairs that were laying around. Both men had finally met back up after taking care of their own business, now taking care of some business together.

“So, Jaehyun is still making money off of silly little rings like this huh?” The older man spoke while looking at one of the men who was tied up. The silence temporarily filled the room at the men’s refusal to answer to Namjoon and instead just teasingly smirk at him, but what a mistake that would be, the empty silence was soon filled with agonizing yelps and groans as Namjoon had punched the man in front of him in between his stomach and chest, getting his diaphragm.

“Still want to stay silent?”

The man grunted and huffed as he struggled to breathe due to his spasming lungs, he was too slow to say anything as Namjoon wound up and hit him again this time right in the face causing the man to yell out again.

“Looks like you should start talking.” Namjoon smirked as he pushed his hair back with his clean hand and flicking the blood of his work hand. Jimin turned to the guy in front of him and started questioning him.

“You’re sick you know that? Now tell me, where is the next drop?” Jimin asked, eyeing down the man. He didn’t say anything, but his face showed how scared he was of the man in front of him. Jimin sighed and smirked before he shrugged off his suit jacket, he just bought it, he didn't want to get it dirty. He swung the jacket onto his right hand before extending out. Jimin stared the man down as one of his men took the jacket from his hand and quickly paced a crowbar in its placed, Jimin backed up a bit. Now was this a little much for the first time? Probably, did Jimin care? Absolutely not, he didn’t mean it at first, but he couldn’t help himself. Jimin swung the crowbar back and the man’s face lit up in fear as he realized what was happening, he started shaking his chair, and yelling, trying to move away, but it was too late, Jimin swung down with full force, bringing the crowbar down on the man’s legs. Blood squirted all over the floor and the man sitting next to him, as well as Jimin, he felt the blood splatter on his face and hair, you could hear the contact the bar made with the bones, the man’s scream was enough to burst ears drums, a very girly scream for a gang member.

“Tell me where his next location is!” Jimin half yelled and smirked at the man who was still screaming as he put his weight onto one foot and turned slightly to the side in a playful manner. That feeling from before that settled itself permanently in the back of Jimin's head, the tensions, like a giant shadow over his mind, it was growing, expanding, until it had Jimin is its clasps, a loss of reason and almost reality overcame him, it was like he had slightly lost control of himself.

Before the man could get a single word out, Jimin wound his arm back up and swung it back down with all the force he had, once again the blood splattered everywhere, coating itself over Jimin’s shirt and pants which he had only got a day before, that pissed him off even more, Jimin didn’t ask the guy again, his arm came back up as the man kept crying for him to stop, but he didn’t listen, Jimin bought down the crowbar with all his might and frustrations, his anger and his sorrows, his guilt.

~~~

I felt empty, but that was the normal for me now, 6 days, 8 hours and 25 minutes since Jimin closed that door, 6 days, 8 hours and 25 minutes since I lost my everything. I laid on my empty bed that I once used to share with Jimin, we even picked it out together after he insisted, he moved in with me, I slowly raised my hand that had my phone in it, even that felt too heavy to lift, and I checked my notifications again, nothing from Jimin.

I raised my other hand over to my phone and pressed the phone app and selected recent. On the top, it said, ‘Mochi 🐶’ (294), I pressed on his name again and the phone started dialling, maybe this time he’ll pick up, maybe he was just busy before.

The phone rang out as I dropped it from my hands, I squeezed my eyes shut as I was overcome by a wave of sadness and heart ache that only half moved on, I scrunched my legs up, trying to make myself small, stuck in my thoughts I started thinking back to that day. ‘I have to do this.’ What did that even mean? He had to do this. Was someone blackmailing him? Or maybe… no, he wouldn’t do that to me. Would he?

I thought back to all the weeks before that day, I racked my memory trying to find any patterns of behaviour, something that changed, something I could have picked up on…

Then I remembered, the day before, when we were cooking, I told him how much I loved him, but he didn’t say it back…come to think of it, he had been acting weird the past few weeks, like something was bothering him.

3 weeks ago, we went to a restaurant on that shady side of town, Jiyoon told me they had great food there, which was only half true, but the whole time we were there Jimin didn’t touch me, or even walk close to me. He kept looking off, like he was searching for someone…someone else.

Or 5 weeks ago when we had a movie night, we watched his favourite movie, but the whole time he kept checking his watch, sometimes he didn’t even hear me. That night… he came home late that night…

This whole time? I should've I seen this coming, he was acting weird for weeks, but I just thought it was stress, but he knew, he knew he was going to leave me, all this time…

Was he okay? Maybe something was wrong, and I didn’t know? or maybe...

As if even possible, my heart broke again.

~~~

Jimin couldn't see, couldn't see through all the rage and anguish as he kept swinging, couldn't see through the guilt, couldn't see through the red, the red blood that had soaked the room and himself, he had given up on keeping his shirt the soft white it once was, now soaked and stained a deep red, the wet material clung to his skin tightly and you could see the outline of his toned chest that laid underneath the fabric. The swinging was useless and this point, information lost because he couldn't control it, but he didn't stop, he couldn't get himself to stop as his mind was flooded with what had been happening.

Jimin hated himself for how he left you, and you must have hated him too now, at first you kept trying to find him, phone calls, going his house, even calling his friends to see if he was okay The first time you caught him he did his best to avoid talking about, he asked you to go home and stay safe, but you kept coming back, again and again and again, until the last time, where Jimin-

Torturing himself by remembering these things as Jimin kept swinging, eventually someone yelled his name causing him to lose focus and momentum. He pulled away and spun himself around, dropping the crowbar as he walked before stumbling slightly, profanities left his mouth loudly, he yelled and raised his hand up to his head and he dropped down before standing back up again and turning around furiously.

He saw the disfigured body of the man that was once in front of him, crooked limbs, unrecognizable face, and sizeable gaping absence, platted over the floor was the man blood, along with other things. Jimin didn't feel sorry for the man, but it was unfortunate that they now had less sources for information, sighing, Jimin picked up the discarded crowbar before setting his sights on the next man inline, as he stalked his was over someone decided to block his way.

The older man stood in front of Jimin with a stern looking on his face, Jimin could see the caring nature behind them, Namjoon grabbed hold of Jimin's crowbar, Jimin knew what Namjoon was going to say.

"Jimin, I can handle this, you can leave."

"No." Jimin responded quickly. "There's nothing wrong, I'm fine. Let's do this,"

"Jimin." Namjoon said. "Go home."

~~~

My arms hurt as I banged them against the door hardly before moving them down to try the handle.

"Jimin! Jimin open the door!" I yelled out frustration before stuffing my hand in my bag as roughly searching for some keys, yanking them out I struggled to fit it into the keyhole. I twisted the jumble of metal hoping that I had chosen the right one, and finally, something was going my way, I forcefully pushed open the door and made my way inside, I kept yelling out his name until I saw him round the corner from his stairs and turn to face me.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" He asked, clearly surprised. "I told you to stop, just move on already." He sighed as he rolled his eyes and walked towards me, I made my way towards him too, as we got closer, he suddenly stuck out his arm, preventing me from getting closer to him.

"What-Jimin? Come one, let's stop this and we can go home." I tried to reason with him. "I'm sorry that I didn’t see it before, but please let me help you." I said softly while reach my hand out to caress his face. he looked at my hand then back to my eyes, he hesitated before pulling away, I could see it in his eyes, he wanted to let me hold him, he wanted to let me embrace him and he didn't want it to be like this, but something was stopping him, telling him he couldn't, the battle behind his beautiful brown eyes was showing and I wished I could join the fight, but I couldn't.

I went to push myself closer to him and wrap him in a hug, but he pushed me further away before backing up, and wiping his upper lips on the back of his hand.

"Angel-Y/n." He corrected himself. " I told you it’s not safe and we have to do this." He yelled at me, making me flinch, I could see it in his eyes, the battle was hard, and he was getting angry, but he still cared.

"What I don't get, is why?" I said softly while looking down, I heard him scoff before he shoved himself past me knocking me on the shoulder, as he got past, he kept walking towards the door, but I stayed facing away from his, I started rambling about how I just didn’t understand why he couldn’t talk to me about it, why wasn’t he letting me help, what’s wrong? Staring at the floor my vision started to become distorted due to the tears pooling on my eyes before dripping down, leaving dark spot on my white shoes.

"Y/n." He spoke, clearly gesturing for me to leave. "Oh my-" He cut himself off before letting out a yell of frustration. "Argh! It’s not safe and I told you-" He began to say before I cut him off with my own words.

“Have you moved on? It that what it is? You cheated and couldn’t deal with the guilt?” I said sternly as I looked up, resorting to the last thing that went through my mind, I didn’t want it to be true, I need it to not be true.

“No, no, no-” He began to stutter and got defensive, he sounded hurt that i would suggest such a thing.

I turned around and stomped my way over to him, looking up into his eyes. "Then what is it? What can I do to make you happy again? I'll change, I'll get rid of that stupid picture on the wall that you don't like!"

"Y/n, no. You don't have-"

"I can start spending more time with you o-or I can-"

"There's nothing you can do! I'm fine, I didn't leave because something was wrong!" He fired back at me.

“Then tell me what it is!”

“I don’t love you anymore!”

~~~

A/n: My Jimin oneshot is complete! I hope you guys enjoyed it, honesty I'm not so sure how I feel about it. I currently have no plans to make a part 2, but if enough people want a 2nd part then I would be happy to write it, I do have some ideas, and I'm not sure if I would continue with the same style (Switching povs) I might just stick to one pov, but I did enjoy the new writing style. If you liked this please remember to like, reblog, reply or even follow me, if you feel like it, it is much appreciated 🫶 ! I hope you all have a lovely day or night and Thankyou all for reading! 💜

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Noona! Please! Help! - Part 4

Fandom: BTS Characters: Younger Brothers BTS and Elder Sister Narrator Genre: A Little Dramatic and A Little Comedic Word Count: 900+ Words Warning: Academic stress, despair etc. Note: It’s a siblings AU story of BTS with the narrator as their elder sister. I tried to write something different from what I usually write about. I had fun making this. Hope it makes you feel good too. Happy Reading Everyone :)

Summary: Her little brothers can’t attend to a single task without her help. Be it a dance competition or asking out a girl for a date, they always seem to be finding everything too hard to go through without her by their side. ‘Our lucky charm’; that’s what they like to call her. But what if she turns out to be a misfortune in different situations in one single day?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - More to come

Goodbye, SNU...:

11:17 a.m. 1st September, 2015

Almost all the students seem to have gotten out of the exam hall already but there is no sign of Jimin. What can that mean?

"I don't think his exam went well, noona!" Yoongi quietly puts my thoughts into words.

I shake my head, "He must be talking to a friend. Jimin’s exam must go well. He prepared for it for months."

"Accidents happen, you know!" Yoongi shrugs.

Finally I see Jimin, slouching, coming out of that building all alone. My heart feels heavy. Jimin will not recover from this any time soon if something goes wrong.

Yoongi calls out, "Jiminah! Here!"

There is a moment of confusion in his face at first. Then it fades to recognition. He slowly walks towards us and gives a weak smile.

"Was it that bad?" I ask.

Jimin nods. His smile turns upside down. And the next thing we know is his eyes are wet. Jimin is crying.

I am sitting at a cafe table waiting for my two brothers to come from the washroom, wondering what life lesson the older one is teaching the younger one in his hour of despair. It does not take long. Finally, they make their way towards me.

“Everything okay, now?” I ask.

“Tolerable!” Yoongi sighs. There is a hint of annoyance in his voice.

As soon as they sit down, Jimin begins ranting about all the silly mistakes he had made. His brain was a mess during the exam time so he couldn’t concentrate properly and he had marked the number of bills and coins in South Korea to be five and four respectively whereas the answer is quite the opposite.

“C’mon, Jiminah, everyone knows that” Yoongi grunts mockingly and I glare at him to stop teasing.

I turn to Jimin and, noticing the dark circles and the sharp jawline, ask him, “Have you been properly eating and sleeping, Jiminie?”

“What?” His look was wearied. That answers my question.

I say, “Listen! What you really need is a proper meal and some sleep.” I check the watch on my wrist and calculate the amount of time still remaining before I meet up with Namjoon. “Alright! Let’s go to granma’s place and I’ll cook both of you some hearty meals.”

Driving all the way to granma’s place is tiring to some extent. It is all the more exhausting when you have a passenger talking non-stop about how terrible he’s feeling and how his life is all dark ahead of him as if not getting into SNU means that your life’s over. I understand that all the unnecessary amount of caffeine Jimin had consumed within the last few months had done little to no good to him. What surprises me more is the level of patience Yoongi has for Jimin. Because I am slowly losing my mind right now.

At last, here I am, trying to make some quick healthy lunch for me and my two little ones.

“You're home already?” The youngest enters the kitchen.

Alright. Three little ones now.

I hastily add more water and some spicy ingredients to the soup before turning to speak to Jungkook. “Yes! Just to prepare lunch. Go say hi to Yoongi and Jimin.”

“They're here?” He excitedly leaves without waiting for my answer.

The familiar sound of the boys’ laughter fills the living room. It is carried to my ears which in turns brings a smile to my lips. I prepare the dishes, pour the soup, take the kimchi out of the fridge and finally call Yoongi to help me carry them to the table.

I am surprised to not find Jimin in the dining room.

“Hyung fell asleep so I carried him to my room. He looked so tired. Didn't want to wake him up.” Jungkook informs.

“But the food will go cold when he wakes up.” I say.

Yoongi pulls the sleeve of my shirt and motions me to sit down, “it's alright. I'll just warm them up for him.”

I say, “You start eating. I’m gonna go check on him.”

Yoongi shrugs, “he’ll be alright, noona. We all do.”

I nod a little but my heart does not agree. Jimin is a perfectionist. I know how much it hurts him when he fails to meet his ambitions. And it pains me to even think how this is going to affect him. He is going to be so hard on himself from now on.

I step inside Jungkook’s almost-bare-except-for-a-bed bedroom and find Jimin snoring softly. He looks peaceful in his sleep. Almost angelic other than the fact that he has lost so much weight over the past few months so he looks kinda ill. His eyes have sunken into perfect brown circles and his jawlines look as if it can cut.

I slowly run my hand over his hair as my eyes start to prick. I wish he would stop worrying about being perfect. I wish he knew he was more than his mistakes. I wish he knew how much he is loved.

I quietly go back to eat. Luckily Yoongi and Jungkook are already immersed in a conversation about some comic books that I barely know about. After a few minutes of munching on my food in silence, my phone rings from the kitchen so I have to excuse myself. It is Namjoon.

“Noona! It's already 1:50. Are you sure you can make it in time?” I hear Namjoon's worried voice from the other side of the speaker.

“I'm leaving home right away. You wait for me a little longer. Can you do that?”

There is a moment of silence. Then Namjoon speaks, “of course, I'll wait. I ain't doing this without my lucky charm.”

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Agent Emerald

Episode 1; Korea's Boyfriend

❧words: 4,884

❧ warnings:gun violence, violence, blood, minor deaths, one sided love

❧pairing: agent!jimin x agent!y/n ft jungkook

❧genre: strangers to lovers

❧au: national intelligence service/agents/bodyguards 

summary: Protecting Jungkook as you work for the secret service was a walk in the park, until things change for the worse and a new recruit is assigned as your partner, Agent Dorem.

Jeon Jungkook, someone you were all too familiar with.

The name that echoes throughout the room, turns heads from those who are interested in what he’s wearing lately, and gossiping about his dangerously good looks. The country knows Jeon Jungkook as the president’s son and his only child.

Every woman wants him and every man wants to be him, you’re no stranger to Korea’s boyfriend, who is currently standing in front of you in his 2.4 million penthouse with one shirt in each hand. One black, one white, pouting like a lost puppy.

“I have no fucking clue what to wear.”

You scoff at his words as you cross your arms looking at him standing in his grand master bedroom connected to his closet. “Really Jeon? It’s the same shirt but different colors, shades at that. Just pick one before you’re late to class.”

He rolls his big brown doe eyes and sulks back into his walk-in closet like a kid who recently dropped his favorite candy on the floor.

“You would think my own best friend would know the differences between my favorite shirts. One shirt can change a whole outfit. Y/N” He starts to rummage through the rest of his wardrobe.

“Jeon, I am working, and you know better to address me as Agent Emerald, not my legal name.”

Jungkook lets out a loud groan and darts his eyes at you. “Y/N. I’ve known you since you had a disgusting teenage crush on Justin Bieber, you’re always going to be Y/N to me, not Agent Emerald” Quotations are thrown in the air using his hands and his broad nose scrunches up cringing saying your code name.

A hand rest on your nose pinching the bridge as you try your best to keep things professional following protocol, but your oldest friend keeps testing your patience.

Jungkook notices the frustration on your face and his softens.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I know you’re working and my dad made strict rules even though he knows how close we are, but c’mon Y/N. I know this is torture for you too.” His eyebrows wiggle when he speaks his mind, a bunny smile appearing as he walks towards you. “And what’s the big deal we’re the only people in my house right now, loosen up a little.”

A comforting sigh leaves your mouth and you let your shoulders relax. “I know Jungkook. I just have a lot of pressure on me. It has only been a few months since I’ve been assigned to you, and you’re my first job. I’m still a rookie and I don’t want to jeopardize anything.” You look at him with sad eyes.

Truthfully when you first decided at the age of 9 to become an agent and be a part of the national intelligence service or NIS, you were aware that your first job would be small and be an introduction to your work and that a big mission wouldn't be assigned until you at least have 5 years worth of experience. But the shock that traveled through your body as your boss informed you that the president himself requested you as Jungkook’s personal agent was unimaginable.

Of course, it was because you had known Jungkook since you both were pre-teens, being friends for a decade his parents gained an abundance amount of trust in you, but the fact you received one of the most important jobs in the country one year into you being on the workforce gave you unimaginable anxiety.

“I would hardly call it a few months. It has been 11 months since you’ve been assigned to me and 2 years since you’ve been an agent Miss Emerald.” A muscular arm wraps around you and his head rests on your shoulder.

You comply and lay your head softly onto his. Inhaling his shampoo evidence that he’d showered earlier. “I think you’re pretty amazing Y/N, relax a little. Nothing has even happened over these 11 months. If anything you’re getting paid to spend more time with me.” He spins carefully and then strikes a pose. You let out a small chuckle at your childhood friend’s actions.

“Okay okay, you’re right and I hate it when you’re right.” A smile creeps on both of you.

“Exactly, Jeon Jungkook is always right!” Rolling your eyes then quickly gaze over his well-organized closet.

“Oh shut the fuck up and get dressed. Put on that flannel, black Balenciaga shirt, baggy jeans, and your favorite black boots, and let’s go! You’re already late.” Simultaneously you look at your watch. Five minutes before Jungkook's class starts. Then you turn your back and start heading to the front door leaving Jungkook behind. He stands there in disbelief with his tattooed hand covering his mouth dramatically.

“Y/N! You’re a fucking fashion genius!”

An obnoxious yawn appears on your side.

Jungkook has his eyes glued to his phone scrolling through yet another fashion website to add more to his already tight-packed closet. His free hand reaches to fix his hair, a cute habit you adored about Jungkook.

His eyebrows furrow as he speaks to let you know what's on his mind. “Sometimes I just want to drop out and live my life as a freeloader.” You smile softly at your best friend’s words. “College is cool and all but the boring days are dreadful and instead of you following me around the campus, you could be following me around Bora Bora or something.”

While telling you his thoughts he raises his phone to your view and shows you a pair of shoes on the website from earlier. You analyze his pick carefully scrunching your nose and shaking your head.

Jungkook nods in response to your answer. “Jeon, You could choose to live in hell and I still would follow you around. Wherever you go I go.” Your face remains expressionless. Jungkook grins cheerfully then raises both of his arms to wrap around your neck giving you a genuine hug.

You both stop walking and you wrap one arm around his waist to return his hug.

Jungkook pulls away with fake sniffles wiping his crocodile tears.

“Y/N you’re so sweet.” He continues his act but gets increasingly louder causing other students on campus to turn their heads at the two of you.

“Am I interrupting something here?”

A towering man approaches the both of you with a warming smile holding two plastic bags in both hands.

Jungkook returns a smile and waves to his first friend he’d made attending college “Taehyung! You just missed one of Y/N’s rare moments of her being sweet to me!”

Taehyung lets out a dramatic gasp and hands you one of the plastic bags. “No way. Y/N being nice? That’s unheard of.” You scoff and roll your eyes at the two boys on each side of you. You look into the bag Taehyung handed and see bakery goods occupying the space.

“Alright alright. I’m not mean guys. I only act stern when I’m working and I basically work 24/7.”

You take a chocolate croissant out and take a big bite. The flavor immediately disperses through your tastebuds and you groan at how good it tastes. You wish that you didn’t skip breakfast this morning.

“On-shift Y/N and Off shift, Y/N are two different people.” Taehyung follows your actions and grabs a slice of pound cake. Jungkook’s shoulders slump hearing his friend's words and glares at you lightly. “Either way she’s still mean to me” Now crossing his arms mimicking an upset child. You chuckle.

A small vibration comes from the left pocket of your sweatpants and you reach for your phone lifting it to your view and tilting your head with a confused face as you see who is calling your phone. Jungkook who took some of Taehyung's pound cake notices your movements “Who is it?” You look over at him and silently debate whether you should tell him. A small sigh comes out of your mouth.

“It’s your father.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. Stress rushes across his face. “My dad? Why is he calling you?”

You begin to walk away to pick up your phone which seems to be ringing for an eternity gesturing an apology for not responding to Jungkook's questions.

President Jeon has not once ever called you personally in your 12 years of knowing the Jeon family. President Jeon has always been busy ever since you met him. Before his presidency, he was the CEO of his company. Retiring and passing it on to his most trusted worker, which is the sole reason why Jungkook is attending college studying his bachelor's degree in Business Administration to prepare himself as the next heir to the company after the current CEO, who is awaiting Jungkook to be ready so she can retire.

You were yet to be introduced to him until the age of 16, seven years after befriending Jungkook finally meeting him at a family Christmas party which Jungkook’s dad missed years prior. President Jeon was an extremely professional man to the outside world and you, but the more time you spent with the Jeon family you’d notice how even more cold-hearted he is when it would come to his wife and son.

You quickly place your phone onto your ear curiosity spreading through your thoughts on why the President is calling you. “Hello, President Jeon. May I ask-“ Before you could even finish the rest of your sentence the President speaks in a loud but serious tone over the phone nearly piercing your ears. “Agent Emerald. Get my son out of there immediately. He is not safe.” Your eyebrows furrow deeply. “Take Jungkook home now! Keep him safe until you get confirmation from Agent H and only Agent H.”

You spent no time asking questions and your feet rapidly move running towards your best friend with the phone still against your ear. “Yes sir, Jeon is on his way home now.” You hear a sigh from the other line with a lot of commotion in the background. “Agent protect my son, please. Everything will be explained later.” The call ends after and you grab Jungkook’s arm leading him to your car.

Jungkook doesn’t protest waving his friend goodbye and Taehyung goes to class returning a wave with a smile not questioning what had happened as he knows the protocols. “Y/N? What’s going on. Is my dad okay?” Worry fills his brown eyes as they stare at the back of your head aimlessly following and going wherever you go. As you enter your car you swiftly turn your head scanning for any dangers. “I haven’t gotten any information. All I know is that something major happened and that I need to take you home now.” 'You drive off the engine roaring as you press the accelerator.

Jungkook reaches for his phone to check the news.

“What the fuck.”

His jaw visibly drops and freezes with his phone almost slipping through his hands making contact with the car floor.

“What? What happened?” Your eyes focus on the road speeding trying to get to Jungkook’s penthouse.

“The Vice President has been shot. About 20 minutes ago.”

Jungkook places his phone down to hold himself in his arms, tears threatening to spill. “He…He has a family Y/N. What the fuck is happening.” Hands grip tightly on your car wheel knuckles turning ghostly white. You continuously scan the rearview mirror for anyone attempting to harm Jungkook.

Your eyes squint slightly eyeing a suspicious black car that had been following yours closely. “Fuck. Hold on Jungkook.” Jungkook responds quickly holding onto the car bracing himself from your actions. The car roars as you press your pedal to the car floor as you make a sharp right lifting the car onto its two wheels as it tilts and you reach another street trying to avoid the following car. At the same time, you look into your rear view again to see the same car mirroring your movements now increasing its speed towards you.

Jungkook follows your eyes and notices the same car. “Shit shit shit! Are they following us?” Panic overcomes him and his hold becomes more secure. “Yes. Whoever they are, it must be related to the shooting of the Vice President.” You pick up your earpiece and apply it to your ear. The earpiece automatically connects and you speak with volume.

“This is Agent Emerald. I have Golden Jeon with me. A Black BMW 430i is following us. Requesting for backup immediately!”

Jungkook flinches at your raised voice. A female voice appears through your earpiece. “Agent Emerald we already have your location. Backup is on its way.”

Before you could realize it, the black sports car speeds up and appears on your driver’s side. A masked man dressed in black head to toe points a gun toward Jungkook with half of his body outside the car window.

Jungkook ducks immediately and covers his ears out of fear as the unknown man opens fire but the bullets end up ricocheting against your bulletproof windows. Frustrated with the men targeting Jungkook. You turn your wheel harshly towards the small car colliding with the man shooting towards the two of you causing him to get hit and drop his weapon. The masked man goes back in his car showing pain from your action as the driver tries to keep the car stable from your actions. You look back once more to find familiar cars from the national intelligence service and then speed off in your car heading straight not minding the multiple red lights you ran.

Jungkook looks up uncovering his ears. Tears were ridden all over his face. “Wait where are we going? You missed the way to my house.” He lowers his head again holding his head in disbelief. “I just want to go home Y/N. Please take me home.” You try to not react to your friend but as your heart sinks you can’t help but express pity. A hand comes off the wheel as you place your hand on Jungkook’s head. Caressing his locks to comfort him. He relaxes slightly but keeps his position still admitting fear. You don’t turn to look at his eyes focusing on the road as you speak to him softly. “We’re taking a different way. Your home is the safest place to be right now. I promise I’m taking you home and I promise I will keep you safe Jungkook. Trust me.” Jungkook takes your soft hand from the top of his head placing it in between his hands squeezing tightly.

“Ok. I trust you.” He whispered quietly.

You look behind your car once more to see the car long gone and that you’d lost them. Sighing quietly in relief as you drive to Jungkook’s Penthouse. You’ve been Jungkook’s agent for almost a year now and two years since you became an agent. Never had something happened like this to the President, let alone Jungkook. You know this was the sole purpose of your job but thoughts helplessly ran through your mind.

Why is this happening? Why were they trying to assassinate Jungkook? Who were those men?

The rest of the car ride was silent as you didn’t want to spark up a conversation knowing Jungkook was in shock and still in fear of the events happening prior. You drive to Jungkook’s neighborhood approaching the gate slowly littered with police and agents like you. Which had seemed to triple from the news earlier today. You roll down your window showing your badge and Jungkook to gain access and enter the neighborhood.

You park your car in your designated parking spot, quickly exiting your car to go over to Jungkook’s aid. The passenger door opens and Jungkook comes off with heavy footsteps as his legs go weak almost collapsing. You react and catch him before he could make contact with the parking lot floor.

"Jungkook hold onto me."

His muscular arm wraps around your shoulders applying his weight and propping himself onto you. The weight is heavy but thanks to your hard work at the gym you effortlessly support him.

Arriving at his penthouse.

You open the door with a keypad greeted by Bam Jungkook’s large brown Doberman. Jungkook softens and kneels to embrace his guard dog. “Bam I’m so happy to see you, buddy.”

Tears fall again. You walk over to the sobbing boy and rest your hand on his head. “I’m so sorry this is happening to you Jungkook.” Jungkook stands up straight and turns towards you.

This time you wrap your arms around his neck giving him a comforting hug. Jungkook returns your hug and continues to let his tears flow onto your shirt.

“I was so fucking scared Y/N. I didn’t know what to do. When I saw the gunpoint towards me I…I…”

His sentence stops with more sobs and he breathes rapidly trying to control his breathing. You know the start of this action too well. Rubbing his broad back you try to calm him down. “Breathe slowly Jungkook. You’re having a panic attack. Inhale and Exhale slowly.”

Jungkook listens to you and follows your words carefully. Heavy breaths come in and out of his body and slowly Jungkook starts to calm down. You guide him to his couch for him to sit and your phone rings once more.

Reminding you of the earlier events as if it was deja vu. You reach for your phone and look at displaying the contact name Kim Seokjin remembering the President’s words of only getting confirmation from Jin.

Quickly you answer the phone and place it to your ear. “Hello Agent H.”

Agent H is the head of the National Intelligence Service and your boss, being the youngest in NIS history to acquire the head chair at the age of 26 after serving the president as his main agent for 5 years. Seokjin was like the older brother you never had before. He'd had taken you in after you fled you home and raised you to the person you are to day. Jin had grew up protecting the president and naturally became close with Jungkook seeing Jungkook as his own brother, naturally he'd introduce the two to you. His firm voice reaches your ears. “Agent Emerald put your call on speaker, I want Golden Jeon to hear this too.”

As you put the call on speaker you gesture to Jungkook to listen to Jin. Jungkook looks down at your phone and sees Jin’s name on the call. Immediately bombarding him with questions.

“Hyung! What’s going on? Are my parents okay?”

A quiet sigh comes from your phone. “Golden Jeon your father is safe at our headquarters and we are currently sorting things out after the assassination of Vice President Choi.”

Both you and Jungkook freeze. A tense atmosphere clouds Jungkook’s living room. You look over to your right to see your best friend’s red eyes from all the crying threatening to spill more tears and his shaking hands.

“Assassination? Did the Vice President not make it?” You ask carefully not being able to process the news from your boss.

You can imagine vividly Jin rubbing his temples in the stress of not being able to protect the vice president. “Unfortunately no. Vice President Choi died in action 15 minutes after he was shot.”

A heavy feeling overcomes you as Jin continues.

“There is a secret organization targeting the president and anyone in his family. Including Golden Jeon.”

Anger has now filled you. Who are these people? How dare they try to harm the president and your best friend.

Jungkook remains quiet, eyes still wide. “I need you Agent Emerald to prepare to head to HQ and bring Golden Jeon. We will have a meeting and explain everything in great detail. Until then do not and I repeat do not trust anyone you do not know personally. I don’t know who or how, but we have a rat. Be careful.” The call ends finally as it felt like a lifetime.

Jungkook sits in silence to process all his thoughts.

Your eyes graze over Jungkook’s figure. Feeling pity for him you wrap your arms around his body. Rubbing his shoulder softly to let him know you’re there. “Jungkook, I promise you nothing will ever happen to you. Okay?”

Jungkook leans closer to you finding your warmth and scent comforting. “I know, just promise me that you won’t leave me Y/N” He looks into your eyes with sadness. You soften yours and hug him even tighter. “I would never dare to do that to you. I’m always going to be here for you no matter how far we are from each other.” Jungkook lets more tears flow and you both sit holding each other cherishing the small moment of peace you both won’t have in a long time.

Arriving at HQ was a nostalgic feeling. Since being assigned to Jungkook, you have hardly ever visited. As the two of you moved through the building, he was near your side. His eyes were compelled to briskly scan his surroundings like those of a lost child, but every so often, he would stop his wandering eyes and remember why he was there.

“Y/N!” You turn your head to the familiar voice calling you from behind to see an old friend. Immediately smiling, you see him walking towards you.

“Yoongi! I haven’t seen you in so long!” You stop your pace for Yoongi to catch up, and Yoongi offers you a firm squeeze to make up for the many months you've been away.

Yoongi is a junior agent working in the same department as you. You two quickly bonded over your many similarities while on the same missions. Other agents liked to joke about how you two were once one person and one day split into two.

Jungkook stands patiently waiting for your small reunion, giving Yoongi a welcoming smile.

Yoongi realizes this which causes a halt in his actions and bows towards Jungkook. “Ah, I’m so sorry. My name is Min Yoongi or Agent Suga. You must be Jean Jungkook.” Yoongi straightens his back and offers a hand to the boy in front of him.

Jungkook takes his hand and shakes it. “No need to bow. I’m not the president so no need for um formalities.” You eye the two, slightly chuckling from your good friends having an awkward encounter. Jungkook glares at you feeling embarrassed and Yoongi giggles at the younger one’s actions. “It’s my job to, don't worry about it and I’m sorry for the current events. I wish we could’ve met with different circumstances.”

As Yoongi finishes his sentence your best friend’s face drops. Quickly noticing Jungkook’s mood change, you nudge Yoongi, who clutches his ribs as he gets the wind knocked out of him. A cough comes from you to change the subject. “How about heading to the meeting. Seokjin doesn’t like people showing up late” Jungkook nods lightly and you spin on your heels to pick back up the path you were following, Jungkook repeats your movements and trails behind you. Yoongi pauses in confusion about why his coworker elbowed him. “Hey! Wait for me!” Seeing the figures of you and Jungkook grow farther and farther he speed walks.

Yoongi catches up to you and comes close to whisper. “Did I say something wrong?” he speaks softly, carefully looking back to Jungkook seeing him keeping his head low while playing with his fingers. You gaze over Jungkook for a moment and your face softens at Jungkook’s obvious nervousness. You turn back to focus on Yoongi. Noticing his eyes showing pity to the younger one. “He’s still shaken up over what happened earlier. It’s better not to remind him about it.” Yoongi nods his head and opens his mouth slightly letting out a quiet oh, showing that he’d now understood Jungkook’s actions.

The three of you slowly come to a stop as you reach the room that held the meeting. You hear a loud sigh from behind you. Before you could turn and console your friend, Yoongi had beaten you and was already patting Jungkook’s back to console him. “It’s okay to be nervous. We’re just having a meeting to discuss things. You don’t have to worry about anything. Y/N and I will protect you.” Yoongi gives Jungkook a reassuring smile as the younger one relaxes a bit. Your heart softens at the sight.

While opening the door you see many familiar faces. Including President Jeon. You and Yoongi quickly bow towards him and Jungkook immediately runs over to his parents. “Son! Thank the lord you’re okay!” Jungkook falls into his mother’s arms. His mother starts sobbing clutching her son never letting him go. “My only son! I don’t know what I would’ve done if you were to get hurt!” Jungkook's mom pulls back to examine her son to see if he'd been injured in any way. Jungkook finally smiles genuinely after what felt like a lifetime. "I'm okay, I'm okay. I was so scared Mom." He let his tears flow once more, feeling relieved to be with his family again. The President sits back and watches the two before a serious man with broad shoulders enters the room.

"So sorry to interrupt your reunion, but we must start the meeting." Everyone listens to Jin's words and sits down around the large table in the center of the room.

Jungkook sits by his mom who now had his hand in hers. You sit in between Jin and Yoongi waiting for Jin to speak once more. "As we're all aware. An assassination occurred earlier this morning regarding the Vice President." You listen attentively, carefully processing your boss' words and waiting for him to continue.

Jin inhales deeply before resuming. "The investigation department has researched as much as they could and found out that they weren't aiming for the vice president. We believe that the proprietor was targeting you, President Jeon."

The President's teeth visibly grit and Jungkook shifts uncomfortably in his seat hearing that his dad was originally the one to be killed.

"Not only you but your family, but specifically Jeon Jungkook."

President Jeon slams his fist on the table. Jungkook stares at you hopelessly while anger overcomes your body.

"My Son?!" Jin sighs at the President's response. "Yes sir, we don't know the motive of this, but we know who is behind it." The President's nose flares out of rage. He sits back down as his wife tries to calm him.

Jin reaches for a folder containing multiple papers and opens it carefully to grab the first page inside and faces it towards the meeting revealing a vivid picture of a built man leaving the crime scene from earlier today. As you lay your eyes on the picture of the man behind the assassination your blood runs cold. Your brain processing his features you know all too well. The features you have yourself. You look away out of disbelief to meet the wide eyes of Jungkook. Jin clears his throat and continues.

"This is Choo Sunghoon. He is well known as a mafia leader feared by many, one of the most violent criminal organizations in operation. Leading the Choo Mafia recognized as the most powerful Mafia consists of about 570 made members. We believe he is the one conspiring against the President." You look at Jin with furrowed eyebrows and see his stern expression unfazed. It can't be. Why him out of all people. Choo Sunghoon. Your own father.

Growing up your dad never hid his antics from you. Your earliest memory is of him brutally beating one of his members to death. He had no shame showing you the crimes he'd done, he raised you to be a killer telling you it was to protect your sister Sejeong. He had high expectations for you to be his right-hand man and to be his main assassin. All until the incident with your sister.

You feel a hand grasp yours bringing your attention to the present. You look at the owner of the hand to see Yoongi giving you reassurance.

The only people who knew your secret in the room were Jungkook, Jin, and Yoongi. It was labeled confidential by Jin. You looked over to the head agent to see him with sadness in his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something to you but the President cuts him off.

"That damn monster."

President Jeon's fist clenched tightly as he thought of the mafia leader. Jin shifts his attention toward the president. "We understand that Sunghoon is extremely dangerous. Which is why we have assigned another agent to Golden Jeon."

You look over to Jungkook to see him stiffen from the news.

A knock echoes through the room. Jin smiles as he expected this person. The door opens and reveals a man with dark black hair, so dark it almost comes off as blue, his chubby face doesn't match the rest of him as his body is strong lean, and muscular. He walks in with a smile that reaches his eyes making them half crescent moons and his pearly whites show a tooth that's slightly protruding.

He walks to an open seat and bows slightly to everyone but deeply bows to the President and his family before sitting down

"Everyone, please welcome Agent Dorem also known as Park Jimin."

#bts ff #jimin ff #bts au #park jimin ff #pjm ff #jimin agent ff #y/n agent #jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin x y/n

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vampire//pjm

—jimin needs blood to quench his vampiric thirst. but there’s no where for him to get this blood..other than his girlfriend.’

pairing ::: pjm x fem!reader

rating ::: 18+

genre ::: smut

warnings! ::: smut, blood, masochism

song ::: linked below

“blood.. I need blood,” jimin said, pacing around the room.

jimin is my boyfriend, and yes, he’s a vampire. he usually gets blood from a butchers shop but this time, he forgot to refill. he needed blood and there wasn’t really anywhere to get it, at twelve am... except me.

he looked pretty human like, except while drinking blood. he had naturally pretty pale skin, with jet black hair. sometimes his eyes changed color to a reddish brown, but usually were a deep brown to the point they looked black. he had plump lips, which always had a very red tint to them. he was kind of tall and very, very pretty.

and no. vampires don’t dissapear in sunlight. that’s just a myth. their skin gets a little irritated and they might get light headed, but that’s about it. and garlic doesn’t kill them either. they don’t like the smell and taste of garlic, that’s all.

“drink mine,” I chimed in.

he looked at me, eyes almost red, his iris almost taking the diamond shape. “nice joke.”

“I’m not joking,” I said. “I trust you.”

“no,” he said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“who said I don’t like pain?”

he looked back at me, this time his eyes were wide as he nearly choked on his saliva. “I-,” he choked out. “this is different, baby. it’s dangerous. I can’t exactly control myself when I’m drinking blood.”

“what other choice do you have? the shop is closed and you can’t get any blood till morning. if you can stay without it till morning, sure, go on.”

he swallowed his spit. “I can try.”

“right, then,” I scoffed and rolled my eyes, laying down on the bed. “okay, I’m going to sleep. good luck.”

“no,” he whined. “stay with me!”

I was about to speak but closed my mouth as his hands tightly threaded through his hair and he crouched down. “fuck,” he cried out, "I need blood!”

I got up and walked to him before squatting down on the floor. I ran my hand through his black hair softly before speaking, “jimin, please, drink mine, I hate seeing you suffer like this.”

he looked up at me. his eyes had turned more reddish, his iris now a perfect diamond shape. his lips blood red, his fangs grown and slightly poking out, panting.

“get away from me,” he said, pushing my hand away roughly and jolting away from me. “I’m dangerous.”

“you don’t scare me. I know you won’t hurt me,” I said, moving towards him again.

“fuck! go away!” he lightly yelled, grabbing my waist and yanking me away from him, but not hard enough to actually cause harm. he leaned back, his hands on his side supporting him, his legs lightly spread.

I took in a breath. “my blood will relieve you.”

he looked puzzled. ”but, but that would mean harming you...?”

“it won’t. not if I consent to it. trust me.”

I felt him softening up a little, and made my attempt to move towards him again. he put up no resistance.

I smiled softly before settling myself inbetween his legs. I placed my hand on his jaw, tilting his head slightly before leaning in and letting my lips melt against his in a soft kiss.

he was a little hesitant but kissed back, hand finding its way to my waist.

I ran my hand agaisnt his adam’s apple, which caused him to part his lips. I took the opportunity and slipped my tongue in. before he could do anything, I brushed my tongue against the tip of his sharp fang. a small slit appeared on me, a little blood dripping out and into his mouth.

he gasped, and immediately pulled away, pushing me away.

“fuck! why would you-” he paused, his tongue poking at his inner cheek as he tasted the red. “your blood tastes so sweet...”

his eyes had totally transformed, and were a light red. his skin was paler than usual and his fangs had grown more.

he looked scary, but I felt no fear. the shape of his pretty eyes, plump lips that I knew so well, perfect hands that I always held, it all provided comfort to me.

it was the person I love more than anything.

“drink more of it.”

“a-are you really sure?” he looked nervous, but his thirst grew.

“yes,” I said, getting up from the floor. I reached my hand out to him, and he took it, getting up himself. his hand was almost icy cold. “I’m sure.”

I held onto his hand and led him to the bed. he got on and sat agaisnt the head rest. I got on and sat on his lap, his hands snaking around me.

“you should know,” he said. “when us vampires bite humans, our fangs let out this venom. the vemon makes the person feel high and drunk, but causes no actual harm and no hang over. sometimes this venom can also make someone feel drunk and/or turn them on. the turn on part is rare, but still a possibility. and our saliva has some special magic in it, so if I lick and kiss the bite, it’ll heal quicker. the saliva heals the wound.”

I was stunned. “that’s— min, I want to know what it feels like. bite my neck.”

he chewed on his lip nervously before finally nodding. “okay.”

he brushed my hair to the other side as I tilted my head in order to give him more access to my neck. he leaned in forward, lips brushing agaisnt the sensetive soft skin.

“please, please, please tell me if you even start to feel lightheaded, or if the bite hurts too much. okay? please.” he said.

“I promise.”

“thank you.” he smiled softly before placing a tender kiss on my neck. his lips went up and down my neck, painting it with wet kisses.

then, I finally felt the sharp tips of his fangs gazing my skin before sinking in carefully. one of his cold hands left my waist and wrapped around the back of my throat to keep me from moving too much.

his eyes widened a bit when a pleasured moan left my parted lips. he carefully pulled away, admiring the crimson now dripping down my neck, before he reached back in.

his lips engulfed the wounds as I felt him starting to suck on it.

I rested my head against his shoulder blade as he started drinking my blood, a few groans leaving him once in a while.

his tongue caressed the little wounds, before his lips came around them again.

while he drank me, I felt the venom from his fangs slowly start to do its magic. at first I felt like as if I had drank a shot or two of vodka, which made me feel tipsy. then, I felt a tingling sensation between my legs, a sense of desire and lust forming. the more he sucked my neck, the more turned on I felt.

I shifted uncomfortably on his lap. his grip on the back of my neck grew a bit tighter, as if to tell me to stay still, which I tried even though it was hard to, especially with my core now throbbing. I could feel some wetness starting to form.

after some time, I felt myself getting a bit dizzy and lightheaded.

“j-jimin,” I whispered, “lightheaded...”

he quickly pulled away from my neck before looking me in the eyes. there was blood dripping down the corner of his lips and to his chin. his hand left my throat and instead came up to wipe at his chin.

he panted a little before leaning back against the headboard where his lips couldn't reach the wound anymore, closing his eyes, waiting for his human form to start taking over. it took him more time to become human like than to transform into a complete vampire.

his hands drew soothing circles on my hips as I gently brushed through his hair with my fingers. his skin started becoming a more tanned shade, and his eyes changed to a more brownish red, fangs shrinking just a bit.

the first thing he asked me after he regained control over himself was, “baby, are you okay? did the venom have its effect? did I drink too much blood?”

I nodded. “I’m fine. the bite didn’t hurt that bad, it felt kind of nice actually. and no, you didn’t drink too much, I feel alright. but the venom...”

“the venom? what about it?”

“I uh, I kinda think I need your help now..”

“sure baby, but with what? what effect did the venom have on you?”

“uhm..”

“love, please tell me, I need to know what effect it's having on you.”

I bit my lip nervously. “give me your hand, I’ll just show you instead of speaking.”

he cocked a brow, giving me his hand, which was warmer than before. “okay...?”

I slowly brought his hand down between my legs, placing it on my core, before whispering, “help..”

“I-” he said, keeping his hand still. “it turned you on, didn”t it?”

I chewed on my lip and nodded.

“are you sure you want me?” he asked.

“yes,” I said, finally looking into his eyes, which were intently staring into mine. “I want you.”

it didn’t take long for confidence and light dominance to take over him as he cupped my clothed core outside my pajama shorts.

he leaned in and pressed his lips onto mine. the iron taste wasn’t nearly as strong as I had expected. vampires really do absorb blood huh.

it was a short passionate kiss before he pulled away. he pushed my hair out of his way before placing soft kisses on the other side of my neck.

“please, min, hurry,” I whispered, staring to grind myself against his hand, the venom continuing to strengthen the effected.

he hummed against my neck before bringing his hand up to my waist band, and then slipping it in and down the shorts. his fingers slowly brushed against my folds through the thin fabric of my panties. he rubbed my throbbing clit in an up and down motion as I leaned back my head.

“fuck,” he whispered as his fingers trailed down and felt my wetness soaking the clothing.

he then slipped slipped it hand back out, fingers wrapping around the bottom of my tank top.

“may I take this off?” he asked gently.

“yeah...” I trailed off hesitantly.

he cocked a brow. “baby? anything wrong?”

“uh, well... I’m not exactly the prettie—”

“you are.” his hands went from trying to take my top off to inching up under it. I felt is fingers gingerly run over my curves.

“you haven’t even seen my body though?”

“yes, but I know for a fact thatyou are still the sexiest, prettiest, hottest and most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”

I smiled, a light red coating my cheeks. “you can take it off.”

he smiled a wide smile, fingers returning to where they were before, as he slowly lifted up the tank top, taking it off completely.

“woah..” he whispered, staring in awe, taking in my now completely topless self in front of him. I tried to cover myself, but his hands quickly took hold of my wrists without even sparing a glance at them. vampire instincts huh?

his eyes looked at my collarbones, before moving down to my chest, and then my stomach.

“you're a literal goddess..”

“no I’m not,” I said, looking away, cheeks reddening.

“you are baby, don’t shy away from me..” his crimson eyes met mine again.

his hand left my wrist and held onto my jaw, tilting my head again. he started placing more desparate wet kissed along my neck, his other hand starting to trace my collarbones.

I tried to keep up my confident and bold persona, but it was hard not to melt into his arms.

his hand traced down my collarbones and gently cupped my breast, squeezing lightly. his eyes were glued to my face, trying to figure out my reaction to his touch.

“baby,” he said, “lay down please?”

I nodded, getting off his lap. he moved out of the way and I laid down on the bed.

“can I, uh, ask something?” I whispered.

"sure," he smiled. "go on?”

I bit my lip before mumbling, “can you, like, drag your fangs along my skin until it bleeds? I, um, kind of liked the pain, and the venom felt so good.”

his lips formed an ‘o’ shape, as if surprised my request, but it soon turned into a smirk. “of course I can.”

#pjm ff #pjm smut #park jimin #park jimin smut #bts smut #smut #vampire smut #vampire jimin #blood #masochism #femreader #btsxreader #SoundCloud

[doodlekoo]

OUCH | pjm

Summary: you hurt your foot and Jimin thinks your gonna die

Pairing: boyfriend!jimin x fem?reader (mentions pronouns a few times)

Word count: 2.4k

Rating: PG

Genre/Warnings: established relationship, injury, pain, implied?verbal abuse, explicit language, kissing, FLUFF HEH (my favourite), oc is so in love with Jimin

Note: hello fellow fluff lovers, i’m so sorry i’ve been ia for 10 months i was focusing on finishing my final year for college. tbh creative writing isn't my strong point it’s more of a side hobby so please understand i won’t be updating regularly i’ll probably be posting more so when I'm bored and feel like it ahahaha. I do want to point out thanks to all those who liked my previous stories. I really do appreciate it it’s great motivation!! anywho this story was based on when i hurt my foot (it was a more gross story but still hurt like a bitch) i tried limping home but the entire time i wished someone would carry me and care for me the way jimin does in the ff (sad i know). i originally wanted it to be longer going into detail about Jimin’s backstory but i thought short and sweet was better SO ENJOY i hope you all like it :)

and as always please let me know what you guys think and if you want more stories like this! please also leave a like and/or reblog if you enjoyed reading! :D

A warm sensation spreads through your body, engulfing you in a comforting embrace. You couldn't help but smile as a sense of contentment washed over you. The day had been a success. You followed every command and every instruction that your superiors had asked you to follow. Starting a new job was a challenging experience, one you hadn’t gone through before. The memory of your previous employment still haunts you, the echoes of your coworkers' voices reverberating in your mind as they berated you for the slightest of missteps. Not only was it stressful to deal with that every day, but you would also feel even more drained coming home after the endless regrets ran through your mind.

The more you worked at that god-awful place, the more your thoughts grew—were these issues truly insignificant, or were they looming large and you simply lacked the perspective to see them?

Your boyfriend, Jimin, was constantly begging you to quit the job since the sight of you so wrapped up in absolute guilt crushed him every day. Jimin only wanted what was best for you. The stubbornness he had over you was often a hard take but it was only ever going to be beneficial. As the begs increased in volume, your guilt scaled high, resulting in an endless cycle.

You knew you had to do it. Gathering yourself mentally and emotionally to utter those two liberating words took a great deal of courage.

"I quit."

You said it slightly quietly, still unsure. but you were stern about it with an attempt at a demeaning stare. In your head, you felt pretty confident with the way you delivered it, only to have that confidence descend with the sudden scoffs followed by the classic response, "Is that supposed to impress me?"

Perhaps Jimin was right. The testosterone in the room was unbearable at this point, and that slow, excruciating deterioration of your brain was just really not worth it. Staring back at your manager, you remained undeterred.

"I'll be handing in my notice tomorrow."

It was never worth creating an argument with your manager or anyone who lacked basic brain cells, in fact. That simple interaction only changed you for the better, and slowly but surely you felt you had a little more respect for yourself.

As you navigate the bustling street after your third shift, a palpable aura of rejuvenation surrounds you, causing your steps to take on a playful bounce. The faint aroma of coffee lingers on your clothes. The joy felt completely surreal, almost like time and space had been warped. Though the relentless bombardment of verbal abuse made your mind gradually deteriorate, it now made even the most challenging tasks a mere cakewalk.

The rain had been hammering down on the cafe windows for most of the day, so when you were met with the fortunate sun slowly peeking out from the clouds, you felt enveloped with its warmth, feeling it gradually filling your mind up with a little extra dose of serotonin.

Several metres or so away from your workplace, in a small back alley, you could smell the damp brick encroaching on your senses. Looking farther ahead, you saw the recent confrontation you were only slowly getting used to. It was amusing to you that a couple of steps were the only thing you had to worry about in your new day-to-day life. It was a sign that you were at least doing something right. You braced yourself for the steep steps that lay ahead while keeping in mind the wet, slick concrete.

And at that moment, the serotonin vanished. As the calmness of the moment dissipated, a surge of anxiety and adrenaline took over. Your heart plummeted as you failed to catch those final steps. Your foot barely brushes the step's edge. As you stumbled, your ankle gave way beneath you, sending you tumbling to the ground.

You squealed, trying not to make any noise, as a wave of pain shot from your foot up through your body when the weight followed.

"Ouch,"

You hissed in pain as you sat at the foot of the steps. Looking absolutely helpless. The surrealness seemed to slip away as the situation unfolded before your eyes. Your mind wandered in silence. As you glanced around, a wave of relief washed over you as you realised that no one had witnessed your mortifying disaster.

I'm fine. I'm fine. You managed to convince yourself that you could make it home since the distance to your house was less than a mile. I can limp; it's fine. You reached for the railing and attempted to pull yourself up, only to be reacquainted with the searing pain you'd felt before.

Fuck.

You personally don't like to worry excessively about pain and injuries because you've always considered it a waste of time to acknowledge the warnings your body gave you. As the numbness set in, you realised that the situation was far worse than you had initially thought. Your body lay still and unresponsive, leaving you with only your thoughts to keep you company.

Along with the overwhelming urge to get up and leave, you also had the nagging fear that someone could hear a small person yelping at the bottom of the steps and decide to make a huge deal out of it. You know one person, Jimin, who would take his time over an insignificant issue. He would be the one to hire a golden carriage and transport you in grandeur, as the conclusion to convincing you that you needed to rescue yourself from those said scary steps. That was the worst-case scenario in your mind. However, it reached the point where you would rather have him make this big of a deal than a complete stranger who would have thought you were weak, whereas Jimin was certain that you are not.

A soft, sad sigh escapes your lips as your hand instinctively reaches for the back pocket of your jeans. With fingers trembling in anticipation, you searched for Jimin's name. As you raised your phone to your ear, you sensed your heart rate accelerating. Your nerves were on edge, and you did not want to burden Jimin with any additional worries. Making Jimin anxious was punishment enough. Every day, catching a glimpse of Jimin's radiant smile was like a burst of sunshine, flooding your world with a second dose of serotonin. But the thought of not being able to bring that smile to his face or turn it into a beaming grin was gnawing at your insides.

"Hey, ___, I’m so sorry. I’ll be home soon! I’m just out with Namjoon and Hobi!" Jimins' amplified voice, together with the distant chatter in the background, echoed through the alleyway. "No, Jimin i-"

"It was just- Hobi wanted us to come see designs after work, and naturally we all piled into the bar! We are finishing up now!"

"Jimin, that's not why I'm calling…" You replied with a low tone.

"Huh?? Sorry babe, I can't hear you that well!" You chuckled to yourself at the agonising situation. Oh Jimin..

"Jimin, I fell.."

"Sorry, what was that??"

"I don’t know Jimin. I fell down these steps, and I can't get up. It's so embarrassing. I don't know what to do.."

"Shit. Stay there. I'm coming now. Where are you?" The way Jimin's entire demeanour shifts over the phone, it intimidates the hell out of you.

"I’m just outside that alleyway from my work... Do you know the one?"

"Yes, I do. I’ll be there in five minutes." And with that, Jimin ends the call.

"Fuck. That was my girlfriend. I’m so sorry guys, I have to go" Jimin, on the other hand, was shitting it. Hearing your frightened voice over the phone was enough for him to travel day and night to you.

"Is something wrong?" Namjoon asked, apprehensive. He'd only see Jimin's expression like this when something was seriously wrong.

"I'm not sure, I think she’s hurt. I'll see you guys soon." Jimin said, frantically stuffing all his things in his bag. "Aw, alright, I hope she’s okay," Hoseok chirped.

"I hope so too. Bye!!" And just like that, Jimin literally flew outside the bar door. Foot harsh on the pedal. On his way: to you.

You kept your eyes on the cracks along the walls, waiting for Jimin. In the end, a few people did come by, but you covered it up by sitting on the floor and talking on your phone, and they didn't seem to notice. It's currently quiet as the sun is descending. But eventually you could hear faint, sporadic panting in the distance. It was the said saviour of the day.

"___!! Oh my god, oh my god, are you okay?? What happened?!?" Jimin gasped, looking at you like a precious gem that had cracked.

"I’m alright, just a little stumble. But I can't stand up, and it’s annoying." With a faint chuckle, you replied. You looked up at him, hoping to see his gaze soften and persuade him that it wasn't such a major issue, but his anxious expression didn't fade.

Scrambling towards you, he examined your ankle carefully, gently touching it in the process.

"Hm, I’m not a doctor, but I think maybe you sprained it. We should go to the hospital." He announced it sincerely.

"NO. I mean- no Jimin, no hospital, please; it’s not a big deal."

"Are you sure? I mean, you said you couldn’t even stand up?" It was endearing that Jimin tried to convince you, but because you didn't want to feel even more embarrassed, you simply scowled at him and hoped he understood what you were trying to imply.

"Okay, okay, let’s go home then." Jimin let out a little giggle at your silliness. But he now knew it was time for him to take on the doctor role and oh how Jimin would take that role very seriously. "Right, I need to carry you to the car then, can you try and get on my back?"

Jimin crouched in front of you after turning around. You used your entire upper-body strength to push yourself onto Jimin's back by reaching for his shoulders. His arms came back around and supported you from behind before he stood up and repositioned you.

"You okay?" Jimin asks once again. "Yes. Thank you, Jimin."

You scoot closer to his back, not just so he can carry you, but also so you can embrace him. Jimin carefully made his way back up the steps and onto the busy street, attempting to find his way back to the car park. You felt embarrassed by the many stares so you cuddled your face closer into the back of Jimin's neck.

It felt safe there, and you could smell his perfume's mild flowery scent mingled with the peppermint notes of his shampoo. Oh, how he always smelled so good. You smiled into his neck and pecked him lightly. This elicited a slight chuckle from him.

Jimin gently places you in the passenger seat and carefully rearranges your legs. He tightens the seatbelt and ensures you're safe and secure. You glance up at him, speechless. After the manner in which he's been treating you, the decision to call him for assistance felt extremely justifiable. As your gaze lingers on Jimin, he catches your eye, and a soft chuckle escapes his lips once more.

"Is this okay?" Jimin asked with a grin. "Yes, Jimin, this is perfect." As your gaze met his, a rush of warmth flooded your heart. The way he looked at you with such tenderness and affection was a feeling beyond words. To have someone who cherished you so deeply was truly a gift beyond measure. A rosy hue crept up Jimin's cheeks, causing his smile to widen even further.

Closing your door and driving back to the house was quite quiet, but it also felt soothing and safe at the same time. Jimin carried you on his back once again while fumbling to retrieve his keys from his pocket to open the door. Making his way to the sofa, he plopped you down softly.

"Okay, wait there. Don't go anywhere; I’m going to find a bandage." You laughed and shook your head at his stupid yet endearing joke.

When Jimin returned 10 minutes later, he did not only return with a bandage but also with half the house. Blankets, pillows, comfy clothes, a big bowl of snacks, and on top, the said bandage. You couldn’t even see his concentrated face through the massive mountain of love.

Your laughs echoed throughout the room once again while Jimin dumped everything beside you. He then carefully helps you undress into your loungewear and, following a YouTube tutorial, attempts to wrap the bandage around your foot. Watching him all focused on you made your heart flip around the room. He is so adorable.

"Okay, I think that’s good. Now do you want a pillow under your foot as well?" Jimin asked you politely. "I think it’s alright like this." You look at him, smiling.

"Hm, scratch that, I’m getting you a pillow."

When Jimin returns from getting a pillow, he gently lifts your feet to place it beneath them. He then throws various fluffy blankets over you while tucking in the sides, making sure once again that you don’t go anywhere. Looking back at you, he moves in close, giving you a soft peck on your forehead. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he momentarily retreats before leaning back in, peppering your face with a flurry of playful kisses. The two of you erupt into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, your heads thrown back in pure love and joy.

"Now what should I put on the TV for you?" Jimin sits beside you after grabbing the TV remote. "Anything I don’t mind."

Jimin then proceeds to put on your favourite film. Pressing play; he looks at you with a soft smile. "Please be more careful; I hate seeing you hurt like this." He pats your head gently while wrapping his arm around you.

"I’ll try not to Jimin ''. You say as you move closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

Paying close attention to the rest of the movie, your sixth sense tells you Jimin isn't watching it at all; he's staring at your ankle, hoping nothing will hurt it any further.

#bts x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts ff #bts fluff #bts #kpop #bts one shot #jimin #park jimin #jimin x you #jimin x reader #bts jimn #jimin fluff #jimin fanfic #fluff #pjm #bts fanfic

[kiestrokes]

goodsoop's couch and ramen recs: BTS

🗝️note: oh look, it's the list I started before manic deactivating back in march. rip to my og rec tag and all those lovely fics. Sadly, this is only new fics from my tbr and not my full collection 🥲 BUT this is for the fluff, slice of life and sfw readers! personally for the acespec babes who sometimes get icked out by smut.

SEOKJIN

my plus one by @btsgotjams27 🍜This is kicking the blankets, cuddled up on the couch, eating snacks with your girlfriends watching a new elite romcom worthy. I love this Jin so very much.

the one with seokjin, soju, and all the stars in the sky by @eoieopda 🍜 "Sojin has entered the chat," - when I tell you I screamed in laughter at this cuteness. You really nailed how a Sagittarius remembers the little things too.

YOONGI

the one with yoongi, netflix and zero chill by @eoieopda 🍜 “cum over?” - JADE 😂 omg, why is the embodiment of every casual relationship I have been in. The way that I felt every awkward and soft moment, deep in the crevice of my bones.

Just Between Us by @herecomesjoon 🍜 “I figured he would be safe with the bookshelf.” - Saturn nooo! You should have seen my look of alarm. We cannot trust Joon to build anything. The gathering of little moments in this is my favorite thing ever!

HOSEOK

And on the seventh day... by @moni-logues 🍜 it’s giving lazy Sundays, cuddled up with our own personal sunshine.

We'll Never Have Sex by @eoieopda 🍜 You were already melting into a puddle under that sunshine in his eyes - how this entire fic and your writing made me feel.

NAMJOON

Hungry (For Your Love) by @minisugakoobies 🍜The way that this gives me reversed Spike x Buffy roles, the setting immediately putting me in Sunnydale and with Namjoon of all people 🫠

just like riding a bike by @effortandmore 🍜 Listen...this is like walking through an OST music video, so colorful and whimsical.

JIMIN

pork belly by @yoongiphoria 🍜I love love love this, it's so realistic and Jimin's personality traits were captured beautifully. Have thought about this many times while I was away.

adonis by @xjoonchildx 🍜 if you love Ana’s provocative humor this is a must read, obviously I came for Jimin but I stayed for Mrs. Yun.

TAEHYUNG

Swoon by @minisugakoobies 🍜I'm pretty sure I blacked out after that description of THE Park Jimin dressed as Harley Quinn, and my jaw on the desk at Tony Stark JJK. Please this is every army x comic nerds wet dream.

Maybe by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy 🍜 Elite F2L, unrealized mutual pining and a little angsty, just how I like it.

JUNGKOOK

T-Shirt by @still-with-koo

🍜 “You trying to make me throw up or something?” - LO I laughed so hard at this that my eyes hurt from them crinkling. Oh, I adore this couple and their witty teasing.

#annotations #bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts fic #bts fic rec #bts ff recs #bts ffs #skz fanfiction #ksj #myg #jhs #knj #pjm #kth #jjk #sfw #fluff recs #fluff #fluff fic #sfw recs

[vinetae]

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Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Pairings: College Professor!Jimin x Student!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Sexual content, foul language, 18+ Confessions, vaginal fingering, (f.) masturbation, voyeurism, dom!Jimin, exabitionist themes, protective!Jimin. MENTIONS OF UNDERAGE RELATIONSHIPS.

Don't do that, yall. Ew.

Summary: You had asked your Psych professor for his signature in signing off your volunteer hours. Only a few weeks later, you two are caught at the same club.

Strip club to be exact.

Where you work, to be exact.

A/n: It's cheesy and late, but it's MINE. and I love these two.

And yes my baby fever peeped through at the end but we won't talk about that- 0_0

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“Okay..” You take in a deep breath, eyes flashing back and forth between the two options set out for you. Your hands graze over the black, a-line dress, watching as its silky fabric slips between your fingers. The material reminded you of a beautiful ocean. 

But that’s not the reason you bought it. 

It was half off at a thrift store. 

Well, because the fabrics were half off as well. 

Safe to say that the dress was in shambles. Actually, it took more money to repair it than just buying a new one. 

But you loved that dress. 

So, you kept working at it. 

Stitching every seam, heming every end, and flattening each piece until it had been perfected. 

Soon, you had the most beautifully hand-stitched (halfway) A-line dress to call your own. You’d used a little bit more saved money to really make the piece pop. 

You chuckle at the irony, throwing the other dress back into your closet. “Why am I even debating this?” 

Your arms slip through the sleeves, watching as the glittery clear sleeves hug your forearms beautifully. The sweetheart neckline dropped to your shoulders, giving more hints to your prominent features rather than to conceal them in heaps of cloth.

Of course, black was a little too…

“Ugh, basic.” You groan, throwing the dress into the hamper near your chair. Your eyes scan your messy dorm, looking for anything that could be more appropriate. After a few minutes of looking, shoving and -quite frankly, a few breakdowns- you’d finally seen the perfect outfit. 

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Music calmly strings in the background, as overly-dressed students and faculty members had flooded the large ballroom. Well, it wasn’t a ballroom to be exact. 

But it felt like something you’d see in a Disney movie, that’s for sure. 

You inhale quickly, before taking the ticket from the handler. You flash a quick smile before making your way through the crowd. Your eyes landed upon what had seemed like millions of name brands. Some Armani suits, Gucci ties and loafers, Louis Vuitton bags, and some names that looked too expensive to even try and pronounce. 

Your Walmart purchased cheap heels clack against the marbled floors, trying to make your way through the large crowds of the Rockefellers.

You’re just about through the swarm of rich bees before your body crashes into a tall figure. You groan, picking yourself off the floor, taking a glance up. Her powered and proper face had been oozing with anger and mascara. 

“Are you kidding me right now!?” Her hands swipes out to examine her dress. The purple and deep-cut mermaid figure had been ruined by a huge, red wine stain in the front. You quickly stand, bowing deeply, muttering millions of apologies. 

“I-I’m so sorry, ma’am-” She laughs out, a malicious look plastered on her Botoxed features. “You’re s-s-sorry?” Her laugh is high-pitched and loud. The commotion had called over a few other viewers to watch the scene. Your hands come to wipe your own dress, thankful that not much had spilled on it. 

“This was Dolce and Gabbana, you little shit! How are you gonna pay for it, huh?” 

Her voice sends shivers down your spine. Once you’re finally off the floor, you take a look at the mess. 

“It’s a dark dress…I’m sure you could just take a sharpie and-” Her banshee-like screech attracts more witnesses. 

“Sharpie!? The only thing you need a sharpie for is writing me that check!” Your eyes lift slightly, scanning the room as people crowded around the two of you. Hushed whispers and posh comments used words you didn’t even understand. Her sparkly silver heel taps against the floor, hand extended to you. 

“Well? Where’s my fucking money, huh?” Her eyes were sharp and narrow. The high of her cheekbones had given away that she was not from here.

“I’m waiting.” 

“You’ll be standing there for quite some time, Miss Alachua.” A deep voice cuts through the thick commotion as his hand comes down to pick your body up off the floor the rest of the way. Your eyes flash, taking notice of his gray-ish toned suit. The little yellow handkerchief stood tall in the chest pocket of the suit. Blonde streaks with fading pieces accentuate his whole aura. 

“Jimin.” Her voice softens to a light banter. Anger is still prominent, however. 

He flashes a short but sweet grin towards her, extending his arm to exchange something in hand. 

“Nice to see you too.” He comments, sucking in a tsk at her dress stain. His eyes glance to yours, head shaking from side to side gently. 

“Did you do this, Miss Choi?” He watches your throat swallow a thick lump, trying to respond. 

“It was an accident..” Your hands clasp to the front, embarrassment settling over the whole situation. 

On your end anyways. 

He quicks a smile before clearing his throat, pacing his way over to meet with the woman. “She said it was an accident.” 

Her arms across her chest, heel continuously tapping against the marbled, echoed flooring as she scoffs. “She’s still gonna have to pay for it.” 

Jimin’s eyebrow raises at her tone, as he sets a palm on her shoulder. “Did you pay for it, Miss Alachua?” Her eyes blow wide at the comment. 

He smirks, lowering his voice to where only you two could pick up. “Mmm, that’s the thing about using daddy’s money for your own purposes. So technically, you got his dress messy, isn’t that right?”

Her head slowly falls down, then back up nodding at his sentence. He backs away, clapping. 

“Perfect. Then, I’ll get Miss Choi to transfer the money over to his account.” Her mouth falls open, quickly trying to protest. “But I-” Jimin holds up a hand, silencing her. He reaches over to grab your wrist pulling you from the terror of the crowd. Once you’re in a quiet section of the ball room, you’re quick to tug on his sleeve. 

“Jimin I don-'' He shushes you, pressing a finger to your lips. “I’ve got quite a bit of information on her father.” His eyebrows tease, signaling to you something, but you couldn’t quite catch on. He chuckles, motioning for you to sit down next to him as he lowers his voice. His finger guides your eyes over to the corner, as you both see a couple leaning on the wall of the ball room, hands entwined together as his older body towers hers. 

Your eyes glance back to Jimin’s, watching the smirk on his corned lip. “What are we looking at?It’s just a couple.” 

He chuckles, leaning back against the chair, sipping from his champagne glass. “Just a couple?” You nod, not following his words. He inhales deeply, enjoying the classical music sounding in the background. 

“Yeah, she’s fifteen.” He laughs at your wide-eyed expression. His lips wrap around the glass’s rim, fogging the clear set with his warm breath. 

“Still ‘just a couple’?” He teases as you hit his side. His eyes narrow at your action. “Watch it, missy.” 

“Yeah? Why should I?” His eyes said one thing, but his tone said another. His finger lifts from the glass, pointing around to the room. “I’m your teacher right now.” He watches your eyes roll back at his words. 

“Oh really?” Your hips rise from the lowered sofa, leading the way through a few doorways. Like before, his feet follow in your guidance, like a puppy on an imaginary leash. He watches your heels step out of the exit door’s frame. Your hands run up the curves of your body, watching as his Adam's apple bobs up and down at the motion. Your hair blows in the night’s chilly winds, with little to no one around the two of you. 

Your feet plant themselves right at the entrance outside the building, as they keep themselves on the marbled floor’s inside. “What are you doing..” His voice lowers, eyes glancing around to take notice of no one’s presence. 

Your hands lift up to pull the hem of your off-shoulder neckline down, revealing the top of one of your breasts. His jaw tightens at the sight. 

“Y/n..” 

Your smirk edges him on. “It’s Miss Choi, Mister Park.” 

Your back hits the brick wall, finger trailing down the plains of your body to toy with your hemmed skirt. You lift the fabric up a bit, revealing a slimmer of your black laced underwear. His voice thickens at the sight, hands fisting at his sides. 

“Y/n.” The tone is commanding, yet you still toy on. 

“What? You’re my teacher, Mister Park.” His throat lets out a slight groan, chuckling at the irony of it all. “This is fucked up, Y/n.” 

Your lips curl into an innocent smile as you lift the option of your leg up, revealing more of your underwear’s thin fabric. “I’m just a student, trying to enjoy a little time to myself..” Your fingers toy with the hem of your panties before dipping in slightly. Your head rolls back against the brick wall, lips parting at the sensation. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/n.” His teeth clench at the sight. Your back arches, lifting away from the wall, your hand stuffed between the fabrics of your laced underwear. Your eyelids lift slightly, taking a glance at him before continuing. 

“Ah, feels so good..” You moan out, free hand scooping more of your puffed tea-length dress to reveal the glorious sight. He watches as your knuckles quickly turn white at the pressure. His voice can finally be heard. 

“Fucking minx.” Your teasing smirk only edges him as his feet step out the door. His body pressed against yours, quick to wrap his palm around your wrist to remove your hands from between your panties. “You wanna this game, baby?” Your arms try to wrap around his neck, but he’s too quick to pull away, not letting you touch him like you wanted. His task sends shivers up your spine. 

“My rules.” 

His hand grips yours, pulling you from the wall to lead you to the parking lot. His hand pulls from his pocket, clicking the unlock button on his car shaped fob. 

“T-This is your car?” He smirks, opening the door for you to slip in. 

“Ladies first.” 

Once you’re both settled in, he cranks the car, letting the engine run for a few seconds before pulling out of the parking lot. His hands clasp in the front, trying not to refrain from touching anything. He chuckles at your stiff body, hand coming to rub on the inner of your thigh. Your body straightens at the touch, mouth parting in agony at the feeling. His eyes glance over before removing his hand. You silently groan, breath heaving up and down from the frustration. 

“How much does the school pay you?” You question, looking around to notice the intricate details and emblems designed in the leather. His eyes flash to your movements before focusing back on the road. “Is that any of your concern?” You huff at his answer. 

The car suddenly speeds up, as your body sinks back into the seat. His hand clutches the stick, shifting gears faster than you could say ‘peanut butter’.

Soon, your body is following the curves of the road as your body is jerked around from left to right, as his body is completely still through all of the roller coaster turns. 

“Jesus, Jimin!” You yelp, gripping onto the handle on the door’s side. He chuckles, as the car comes to a sharp yet smooth stop. If you’d been breathing heavily earlier, you were possibly having a heart attack right about now!’

His seatbelt clicks undone, as he reaches over to undone yours. Once you’ve gotten your land legs, he helps you steady yourself in your seat. Your hair is a mess, and your dress is riding up your thighs. He takes notice of the exposed skin, smirking. 

“So, you like?” He asks, watching as you try pulling your soul back into your body. He chuckles at your distorted figure, stumbling to grip onto reality. 

“F-fucking fast-” You groan out, feeling a little sick from the rush. He nods, waiting patiently for the white to fade from your complexion. 

“Yeah, the first time I test drove it, I almost threw up.” He chuckles, remembering the day that seemed so recent. “I’ve had her for about two years now.” You groan, eyes rolling at his comment. “Her?” 

He nods, laughing at your messied self. “Why? Jealous?~” He teases, poking your cheek. Your head shakes, huffing in annoyance. “Why would I be jealous of a car?” His hand cards through the blonde locks, as a sheet of glimmer rises off his skin. 

“Don’t know.” His elbow rests on the middle console, a teasing innocent look paints his expression. “Why are you jealous of a car?” That makes you scoff. 

‘I’m not jealous of your stupid car.” He faints a pained expression, rubbing the steering wheel gently. “It’s okay baby, she didn’t mean it.” His voice makes you burst out laughing.

“Hey, don’t make fun of Nova.” You watch a simple, child-like expression peak behind his commanding demeanor. You laugh at his demand. “You named her?” 

“Well of course I did. Everybody names their car.” You scoff lightly, taking a peek out the window. The dark knight had disguised the road’s wavy ways. 

Wait.

Waves?

Your head cranes to the side, giving Jimin a certain glance. “Are we at the beach?” 

He nods, pointing out the front window. “You couldn’t tell?” 

“Yeah well I kinda was busy trying to hold down my lunch.” He chuckles before popping the driver door open. A few seconds later, he’s on your side. You watch as the door pops open softly, his hand extends out to offer help. You slide your hand into his palm, as he leads the way down a flight of wooden stairs. 

“Are you avoiding having sex with me?” He pauses at your comment, tilting his head to the side before flashing a quick smirk. “Who said we’re not having sex?” 

That sends butterflies to your stomach.

Your arm wraps around his, as you two walk in sync, head resting on his broad shoulder. He chuckles, swinging your entwined hands together to an imaginary beat only the two of you could hear. 

“This seems like a good spot.” He stops walking, laying the blanket down on the sandy beach as you take a look around, noticing the moon’s reflection shining brightly on the water’s clear surface. His hand reaches up to pull you down, settling you down right next to him. He leans back, arms supporting his body from behind as he takes in a deep breath. 

“I’ve always hated those events anyways.” His head tilts, flashing you a quick smile. You nod, admiring the cute little seashells along the blanket’s hem. You lay flat on your stomach, watching as the sand falls between your fingers as you try to dig for more shells. His soft laugh hatches more butterflies in the pit of your stomach. 

“Have you never seen shells before?” He asks, laying down on his stomach next to you. 

“Never been to the beach really..” You sigh, fixing yourself to prop your head up on your two palms. He smiles, lightly petting the crown of your head. Your loose bun had fallen long ago, right as the party had begun. His fingers trail along the curves of your spine, listening to your breath pitch in tone at his touch. 

“Do you like it?” His voice lowers, soft whispers brush against the shell of your ear. You nod, moaning quietly at the sensation. “Feels good..” You hear his chest let out a sharp chuckle. 

“I meant the beach, sweetie.” You quickly sit up, half-heartedly remembering where you were. You nod. “Yeah.. I do.” He smiles, brushing a few of your strands of hair from vision. You huff, leaning closer to meet his gaze as his hand trails up your outer arm. “You drag shit out too much..” He laughs. 

“I told you, I’m a gentleman.” You groan, scooting closer to his body, toying with the fabric of his tie like before. “But I don’t want a gentleman..” 

“But you need one.” Your eyes widen at the blow. 

“I need one?” He nods, humming. 

“What I mean, is that you’re too good for an asshole like the guys you work for.” You scoff, feeling the way his fingertips graze the dip of your collarbone. “I worked for you.” 

“Mmm, I’m an exception.” 

Your eyes roll at his cockiness. “High and mighty, are we?” He smirks, combating your tease. 

“Horny and impatient, are we?” You punch his arm lightly, making a few laughs escape from his chest. 

“I’m only still horny because you haven’t fucked me.” He shakes his head, laughing as he caresses your cute, chubby cheeks. 

“You don’t get the whole point of this, do you?” Your head shakes, as he sighs. “And you’re trying to get a psych degree? Psh.” You huff, crossing your arms at his comment. He smiles, leaning closer to your face, lips brushing the pads of your gently as he continues.

“You’re too impatient.” 

“I am.” 

He lets out a short chuckle, laying back on the blanket. Arms slipped under his head to support it. His breath is calmed and controlled. Opposite of yours. 

“Just enjoy this.” He sighs, taking in a deep breath of the salty air, closing his eyes softly. 

“I didn’t come all the way here to enjoy the pretty view.” His eyes peak open as a smirk presses his lips. “Really? Cause I did.” You’re quick to catch onto the little tease, making your cheeks flush red. Luckily, he couldn’t see the tint that well from lack of lighting. You groan, lightly hitting his chest against as he lets out a fake pained cough. 

“Owch.” He smirks, pulling you down to his level. You huff before throwing your leg over to straddle his lap. His eyebrows quirk at the sight. Hands come to toy with your hips, steadying you on his lower torso. “Alright, you’ve been your little gentleman long enough.” He lets out a breathy laugh, eyes creasing at the joint. 

“That’s not really your decision, now is it?” Your hips roll against his, yet you feel no sign of-

Anything. 

Groaning you roll off of his lap, sitting next to his sprawled out body. “Why don’t you wanna fuck me?!” He sighs, rising up to plant his hands behind his torso to prop himself up. 

“You’re right. I don’t want to fuck you.” You felt tears welling in your eyes. Your arm comes to hit him once more before sobs start leaving your lips. 

“Am I not pretty enough!? What! Do you like older women!? Huh! Tell me, fucking asshole!” His hands catch your wrists, stopping you from hitting him anymore. 

“Baby calm down.” His voice softens, as his arms wrap around your frame, holding you close to his body. Your eyes well with tears, a few slipping down from your cheeks as your struggles and throws start to become soft nudges instead. His hand guides your chin to meet his softened gaze. 

“You done now?” You sniff harshly, nodding. His smile makes you wanna knock his porcelain front white teeth out. 

“I’ve said it before. I don’t want to fuck you.” You push him away from your body, releasing yourself from his arms. “Then why not just take me home, huh? I’m don-” 

“Sweetheart, I want to make love to you.” Your eyes start to clear, now staring into his. “W..What?” His warm smile pulls you back in as he wraps you into his embrace once more. You’re slotted between his thighs, leaning back on his chest as his chin props itself on the crown of your head. 

“I wanna hold you like this..” He leans his head down, pressing his plush lips to your reddened cheek. “And kiss you like this..” you sniff, giggling at his cheesiness. You twist your torso to meet his gaze. 

“You don’t hate me..?” He chuckles, pecking your lips softly. “Why would I hate you?” You shrug gently, turning your attention back to the waves crashing upon the shore. 

You hadn’t really had a moment like this. You’d lost your virginity back in high school to one of the quarterbacks as a dare, and after graduation, you never really dated anymore after that. Only a few sleepovers that ended with the morning after pill. 

“I don’t want to just have sex with you, Y/n.” He coos, thumbing the tears from your stained cheeks. “I want stuff like this.” Your head leans back some more to nuzzle his chest. 

“I wanna wake you up with breakfast on the weekends.. And stay in bed all day, just cuddling like this.” Now, tears have been slipping from your ducts for a different reason. 

“How long..?” Your rosy cheeks burn with intensity as his hand comes to caress your softened jawline. 

“What do you mean?” His voice soothes the ache in your flushed face. Plump and soft lips brush the side of your ear, pressing a gentle kiss as you feel the rolls of his warm breath graze your heated skin. 

“How long have you.. You know..” He chuckles softly, pulling you head to tuck it under his chin. Your ear presses against his chest, hearing his calmed and patterned beating heart. The ocean’s salty taste leaves a bittersweet sting in your nose. Seagulls and other little creatures fill the silence, along with rolls of the waves crashing upon the drawn shores. 

His eyes narrow yours as a breath rolls from his lips. “Does it really matter?” 

You let out a soft giggle, snuggling closer to his warmth. His heartbeat matches the same patterns as yours, syncing with a light feeling. A brisk and colorful tone breaks your silence. 

“Y/n..” 

Your eyes glance up, meeting his own. His irises reflect the moon’s rays, similar to the ocean’s own surface. Specks of gold and white hues float behind his eyes. The once one-colored cast had been illuminated, showing millions of broken fragments. His nose scrunches at your rosy cheeks, nuzzling the tip into your neck. He sends you into a fit of giggles, as you hear the light sound of rhythm flowing through the atmosphere. 

“What’s that?” You question, head peeking up from curiosity. He shrugs before pointing over the horizon. “Look.” 

Your eyes squint, noticing a small, floating speck on the distant waters. The red and white colors clear as you notice the shape of a boat being formed. 

“It’s the ferry..” You observe, watching as the miniature piece floats by the two of you. He smiles, nodding. A few minutes go by before he comments. “Do you wanna go on a cruise?” 

“Huh?” Your head twists around, laughing at the idea. 

He smiles, shaking his head to pull you right back down into the safety of his arms. “Not right now. I mean, would you like to one day?” You hesitate, before nodding quietly. 

“My dad wanted to buy a boat..” You sigh calmly, entwining your fingers to play with his. His baby-like breaths make your heart swell. 

“Me too. It’d be nice, you know?” He leans back until you’re both almost completely on your backs, you still being tucked snuggly between his legs. 

“Really? What’d you name it?” You spin around, flashing your glassy eyes up to look at him. He giggles slightly, a red tint peaking through on his cheeks. 

“I don’t know. Don’t even know if I even want a boat yet. It was just an idea.” You hum, feeling the way his chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. Your lips ghost his own, arms coming to coil around the base of his neck. Your leg is now positioned over his waist, but no longer emitting the eager and rushed spirit you’d onced forced. 

This had felt calm and-

“Patient.” Your lips fall open at the realization. A smile paints his lips. 

“You’ve finally got it.” Your lips tug into a grin at the word, testing it more on your tongue a few more times. He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist to steady yourself on his lap. 

Your voice lowers, whispering into the shell of his ear. “I’m still kind of horny though..” He chuckles, reaching down to grip your thighs to pull you more up onto his body. 

“Mmm, wanna fuck?” He asks, feeling the way your hips shift over his. Your head shakes. 

“Nope.” 

“No?” 

Your lips ghost his jawline, hands coming to tug at the button on his white formal shirt. You could feel the way his heart paces at your touch. A sheet of sweat barely visible on the surface of his skin. 

“Touch me.” His chest rumbles as a low groan rolls from his lips. Your hands lower to bring his palms up to the round of your clothed breasts, guiding his hands to knead at the plush skin. 

“Oh fuck..” He groans out, palming at the soft mound while your hand slips into the fabric of his trousers. Hand brushing along the outline of his hardening cock, slipping between the two fabrics to wrap your hand around the base. He groans, lips sucking on the thin sheet of skin on the side of your neck. Blue and purple splotches bruise around the sensitive skin. 

His hand comes down to trail the soft of your tummy, following the invisible line that draws to your center. His fingers mimic yours, slipping between the fabric of your thin laced panties. You moan out, immediately lifting your hips for him to easily remove them. He chuckles, keeping his touch right above your pubic line. 

“So needy.” He spits, flipping the two of you over. He hovers over your frame, tall and broad shoulders tower your figure as he smirks. Silently, his hand removes yours from between his legs, before lowering further, lifting the skirt of your dress over his head. 

“Jimin what are yo- Oh fuck..” You moan out, feeling the way his tongue presses flat against your sopping core. He chuckles, thumb curling around the thin material, watching as it pops against your skin. 

“You were so quick to try and suck me off, baby.” His head raises up, finger trailing the outside of your clothed panties. “Why?” 

Your head lulls back, hips pushing up to try and feel more of his touch. “Mmm- I wanted to make you feel good..” 

He smirks, reaching to the flesh of your thighs, jerking you down to meet his leveled face. 

“Mmm, I’d much rather do this.” His fingertip trails the outside of your panties before pulling them down with his set of teeth. You moan at the sight, head rolling in a circle from the excitement. 

You feel a sharp point graze the inner of your thighs, his lips press flush to your skin, sucking some more splotches into the thick of your skin. Your hand reaches down, carding through his sandy blonde locks, mouth falling open at the sensation. 

“Jimin please-” You whine. His head lifts up, a smirk plastering his features. 

“Who?” You groan at his cockiness. You sit up, not really knowing what he wants. 

“Daddy?” You try the word on your lips, internally cringing. He chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Not quite. Try again, baby girl.” You huff, scooting further down for his breath to roll onto the surface of your tummy. 

“Master?” He shakes his head. He makes a loud buzzer sound, giggling at the joke. “Wrong.” 

“What the fuck Jimin.” Your eyes roll at his childness. 

“Come on, Y/n. You know it.” He teases, lowering his lips just to graze the outside of your sopping core. His finger cards through your slick folds, bringing the tip up to suck between his lips. His eyes flash to yours, waiting. 

“Uhm..” You glance around, trying to think of something else to call him. 

“Sir?” He smirks, flattening his tongue to your clit. You whine out, squeezing his head gently between your thighs. Your head lulls back, gripping at his roots for support. 

His head lifts for a second to slot his middle and ring finger into the space of his mouth, sucking on them slightly before inserting them into your sopping core. You moan out, chest heaving heavily as his fingers pump in and out at a slow pace. 

“S-Sir! Oh- Fuck Ji-Jimin- Fuck!” You could feel his lips form into a smirk against your clit, sucking gently onto the throbbing bud. Your head falls back into the soft, comfy blanket. Your back arches off the ground just to fall right back down from his edging tease. 

“Ji- sir please.” You whine, watching as his head lifts up. A trail of saliva connects from his lips to your core. 

“Magic word?” He teases, flashing you a cheeky grin. You growl from frustration, pulling his body up from the ground, rolling over until you’re straddling his lap. Your eyes narrowing into his. 

“You know what? My turn.” 

You’re quick to lean down, crashing your lips against his. Mimicking the waves colliding into the shore. Swallowing the water’s contents whole. His chest heaves a deep groan, vibrating against the passion of your mouth. Which in turn, had made you moan just as loud. 

Your hand reaches down past the hem of his boxers, wrapping the base of his cock with palm. His head falls back, hands coming to pull your sleeves from off the shoulder to completely off the shoulder. His warm palms cup the rounds of your breasts, thumbing over the erect of your protruding buds. 

“Y/n I- Oh fuck.” He groans, cock twitching in your grip. You smirk, free hand softly tracing the sharp of his jawline. You tug at the hem of his button up. 

“Off.” He chuckles, making quick work of his buttoned shirt. He throws it onto the sand somewhere, watching as your eyes trail along the plains of his chiseled chest. 

“Don’t drool on me.” He teases, closing your mouth while chuckling at your reddened cheeks. 

“S..Shut up.” He laughs, leaning back in a more relaxed position. 

“Wanna switch?” 

“No.” You gripe, trying to assess what to do next. 

He chuckles, watching your face contort with focus. “You sure?” 

After a few seconds, you groan, rolling off of his body. 

“Fuck me, will you?” 

“Y-”

“If you don’t fuck me right now I will walk myself all the way back to the dorms.” He chuckles, gripping onto your thighs before flipping the two of you over. 

“Ironic, seeing how we crossed a bridge to get here.” Your eyes roll back, as he pulls the rest of your dress’s fabric down, making sure not to mess with any of the seams. You glance down, raising any eyebrow. 

“Don’t wanna rip it off?” He shakes his head. 

“If it was Gucci then maybe.” He smiles, folding the piece of fabric next to his thrown button down. 

“But it’s not.. It’s less expensive.” His hands reach around, pulling your body flush against his. 

“Not to you.” Your face tints at his words, as he continues his explanation, and undresses the both of you. 

“Didn’t you make it?” You nod. “How’d you remember?” 

His hands pull the last bit of fabric of your strapless bra down, watching as your breasts bounce from the sudden revealment. 

“You said you sewed.” Your head nods slowly, as you watch his fingers tug the hem of his boxer-briefs to circle his knees. 

“Says that so casually while unsheathing himself.” You chuckle, watching the interesting. His eyes glance up, narrowing towards you through his fallen blonde locks. 

“Unsheathed? What are you, an English major?” He laughs, reaching over into his trousers to pull a tiny foil packet from the pocket. 

“Was. Changed my major last minute.” He hums, quirking an eyebrow to you. “Really? Why?” 

You shrug, laying flat on the soft blanket. “Didn’t think it would pay enough. Gotta make a living somehow, right?” He chuckled, nodding before slotting his figure right between your parted legs. 

“Sounded like shakespeare to me.” He teases before hovering over your frame. You smile, lifting your head to lock lips with his. He pulls away, giving you a quick look over before continuing. 

“Ready?” You laugh, nodding. “Thou shall penetrate thy self with thine phyllu- Oh fuck!” 

He lets out a fit of laughs, slowly pushing past your velvet walls. “You’re gross.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple before slowly rolling his hips. Your teases are quick to cease, being replaced with a string of moans. His laughs fade to more of the same, as your legs wrap around his waist, hips rising to meet his own slow thrusts. 

“Oh fuck- shit oh my God, Jimin!” He groans, hip starting to pace faster. “Oh fuck baby-” His head falls to your side, supporting itself on your shoulder as his hands grip onto both sides of your hips to steady you. 

“Mmm baby sounds good.” You tease, feeling his lips nipping at the blotchy and bruised skin of your neck. He groans,  one of his hands coming up to knead your breast with his palm. 

“You’re not getting a baby.” He chuckles, harsh groans rolling from his lips. You fake a frown, flipping the two of you over so that you’re straddling his lap. He scoffs softly, watching your hips rise before snapping down. Hands come to steady both sides of your waist, bodies flush with one another’s. 

“Mmmm you’re getting kinda old, sir. Don’t you wanna- fuck- ..c-carry on your line?” He chuckles at the thought, leaning up to capture your lips in a passionate exchange. 

“Not right now.” He growls, taking one of your erect buds into the cavity of his mouth, lips wrapping around your hardened nipple. Your arms wrap around his head, body being thrown backwards slightly at the sensation. Your lips part, letting a few little words slip. 

“I love you!”

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Oooooo cliff hanger. Hehe.

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Example: Full Circle, Friendly Favor, Love me Leave me, Snow Drops, etc.

So uhm- thank you for all of the requests but these are not going to continue as series. You can request drabbles and ask questions about the characters but other than that, I leave my one shots alone.

This one was a little bit harder to end, so I just left it on a cliff hanger. (Kinda one of those things you can imagine your own ending if you want.)

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Vixen ~ Three (Final)

➼ Pairing: Jimin x OC (Shin Ara)

➼ Length: 6k

➼ Rating: pg-15

➼ Content: Arranged Marriage AU, CEO AU, Mafia AU | TW: Vague Threats of Violence; Kidnapping; Non-Graphic Violence (Fight Scene); Minor Discussion of Human Trafficking (not by BTS/SKZ members)| Ara and JK are so sibling-coded; Jimin ships Vixen and JK

➼ Thanks to @moonleeai for betaing! I had this posted at noon and closed tumblr but when I came back now somehow it disappeared into the cloud?? I'm so annoyed ;-;

➼ Taglist: @bangtan-famiglia-net@kookthief@otome-wandering@sarcasticbambi

➼ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and in no way represents any member of BTS, SKZ, or any other K-pop group mentioned in any way beyond the face and name claims the author made for this work.

➼ Chapter 1 (13/10/23) ➼ Chapter 2 (14/10/23) ➼ Ao3 ➼ Masterlist

ARA, AGE 25, (PRESENT DAY)

A hand flopped around on the wooden table, finally locating the device making that infernal racket far too early in the morning.

“It’s too early for this,” Ara groaned, sliding the call button on her phone. “Yeoboseyo?”

“Princess? It’s Jimin. Sorry if I woke you…�� Ara heard a sharp inhale as her husband realised the time. Still, he pressed on. “Um…you know how Park Wonshik adopted me after I was kidnapped?”

“Ye-ah,” she replied slowly, trying to figure out what was going on. Why was he sounding so awake after helping her break up the trafficking ring early this morning? He probably hadn’t slept yet, she realized. Hence, his too-early call.

“So, the police broke up this ring last night and saved a bunch of kids. They called me and asked if I’d mind talking to them, tell them that things are gonna be okay, y’know?”

Ara made some sort of agreeing noise, heading to the bathroom to gargle some mouthwash and maybe comb her hair and hope that putting her hair in order would simultaneously put her brain cells in order.

“So…one of my dad’s old friends was there and suggested maybe…we could foster one or two of the kids who are in need of a home until they get all the paperwork sorted out. A couple of the kids agreed to testify, so they’ll also need to stay close until the trials are over. What do you think? We have really good security, so they won’t need to worry about a repeat kidnapping, and I know we’ve got space and love. You mentioned wanting to help trafficking victims when I was telling you about my childhood…but…”

The longer her silence stretched out, the more Jimin rambled. He was so cute.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great, practical way to help,” Ara agreed after spitting her mouthwash out. “Just let me know how many you kids you drag back so I know how many rooms to get ready.”

“Thank you, jagiya.” Muffled conversation crackled through the line as Jimin paused to speak with an officer. “Sorry, I have to go. I’ll call later, alright?”

“Okay. Love you!”

“Love you!”

Ara put her phone down on the counter and stared at her reflection in the mirror. 

~~~

At 2:33 PM, Jimin arrived home with an eleven-year-old girl in tow. The police officer and Child & Family Services officer quickly checked the premises and living situation, then left, leaving Jimin, Ara, and the girl.

Ara smiled, crouching down to her height. “Hi, I’m Shin Ara. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hello, Mrs. Shin. My name is Kim Nabi,” Nabi bowed politely. “It is nice to meet you as well. Thank you for letting me live with you.”

Her shiny hair teased the tops of her shoulders as she moved. 

“I’ll show you to your room, then,” said Ara, motioning at the stairs. “I know you saw it already during the tour, but you can get settled now. My room is right across the hall, so my bodyguard will be close by if you feel unsafe. Have you met Jungkook yet?”

Nabi shook her head, then gave a small smile full of delight as she really took in her room.

Ara and Jimin’s gazes met as they exchanged smiles at her satisfaction.

The walls were a pale periwinkle reflected in the pale blue duvet, the trim white to contrast the wood furniture.

“I hope you like it,” joked Ara. “There are a couple of outfits in the closet, but I thought maybe you’d like to go shopping for some things your own style while you’re here. Jungkook and I will take you whenever you’re ready.”

Ara pulled the stuffed rabbit from the top shelf of the closet and held it out to Nabi. “I thought you might like a friend to talk to while you decide if you want to talk to me or someone else about what happened. I’ve told quite a few secrets to Cookie here, and he’s kept them all remarkably well. He also gives a pretty nice hug,” she smiled conspiratorially.

“Thank you very much, Mrs Shin, Mr Park,” Nabi bowed again.

“You’re welcome, Nabi. I know things have been tough, but you’re a very brave girl,” said Jimin. “We want you to feel safe and at home here. I remember how I felt after I was brought here by my adoptive father. If you want to scream, cry, maybe hit a couple of things, go for a run– whatever you’re feeling, we’re here for you.”

“Thank you,” Nabi said again.

Jimin kissed Ara’s cheek goodbye and left to finish his assistance at the police station.

Ara looked at Nabi, laid a soft hand on her shoulder, and said, “I think you’d like to be alone right now to settle in, but if you want company, my room is across the hall, and the door’s open. If you need anything, just walk in or give me a shout, ‘kay?”

Nabi nodded, and Ara crossed the hall to call Jungkook and explain the situation.

~~~

Ara softly knocked on Nabi’s door for the third time. When there was still no response, she twisted the knob and peered in.

Nabi was sound asleep in her bed, hugging Cookie tightly to her chest.

“Nabi, it’s ten to seven. Jimin-ssi will be home any minute, and supper will be ready. I’m sure you’re pretty hungry by now. Jungkook wants to meet you, too, so can you wake up and get up by seven?” As Ara talked soothingly, Nabi stirred and gradually opened her eyes. Ara opened the door a little wider to let the hallway light shine in, as Nabi had drawn her blackout drapes.

“Hello, Ara-unnie. I’m up now.” Nabi yawned and stretched, then slid off the bed.

“Did you have a good nap? I hope you’ll sleep tonight!” Ara stepped just outside the doorway so she wouldn’t stifle Nabi, who yawned again.

“Yes, I slept well, thank you.”

The two headed to the top of the stairs, where Jungkook awaited. 

“Nabi, this is my bodyguard and best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook, this young lady is Kim Nabi.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Nabi,” Jungkook’s bunny smile shone through as he grinned at the girl.

“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you as well, Jungkook-oppa.”

Jungkook grinned even wider at Ara. “I’m her oppa already!”

Ara punched his shoulder gently. “Don’t let it go to your head; I told her she could call us that.”

The foyer door opened, signalling Jimin’s return home. He headed to the powder room to wash up, then joined the little group in the living room, brushing a kiss to Ara’s cheek on his way in.

Jungkook pretended to gag, wincing as Ara pinched his arm.

Nabi was quiet during dinner, her gaze bouncing between the three adults talking and laughing around her but not volunteering much. They drew her in when they could, but weren’t surprised that she didn’t immediately become a chatterbox. She’d been through a lot and was probably still deciding how much she could trust them. 

Ara did manage to get her to commit to going clothes shopping the next day, but that was it.

A large yawn cracked Nabi’s face as Jimin asked Jungkook to see him in his office after supper, so Ara said goodnight to the men and followed Nabi upstairs, just in case she forgot where something was or needed help.

Two nights later, Jimin was back at Vixen’s HQ, meeting with the woman herself. He’d showed up unexpectedly, interrupting her spar with Hyunjin, so she wasn’t in full Vixen gear like all the previous times he’d met her.

She’d donned the mask, but her hair was free, a neat brown-black braid falling down her back, a few wisps curled to her sweaty face and neck. 

“If you tell anyone you’ve seen more of me than my lieutenants, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to break our agreement,” she waved a finger at him.

“I won’t,” promised Jimin. More of her meant arms and feet, since she was only in a black tank top and workout leggings, her jacket having been tossed aside as she heated up.

Jimin noted interestedly that the gold eyes and red mouth was an indispensable part of Vixen’s persona, as they were still visible.

(As two of her most notable character marks, Ara made sure the lipstick and contacts were first in and last out when she switched between Ara and Vixen. He’d just proved her point—though he didn’t know it—that you should always be prepared for the unexpected; you never know when someone would drop in, either ally or foe.)

“So, you took care of the three men?” she asked.

Jimin nodded. “JK and I made sure they won’t be trafficking in the future…or committing any other crimes.”

She nodded approvingly. “Good.”

The tones of Vixen’s cell phone rang and she bent over, fishing the phone out of her pocket. Answering it, she turned around but didn’t move away; Jimin eavesdropped as best he could. “Vixen.”

There was a pause as her contact spoke.

“What? Stall him! Flag him down and tell him I have a visitor! Engage blade if necessary.” With an aggravated sigh, Vixen ended the call and pinched her nose, muttering something about stupid training, then turned with a smile that was clearly false.

“I’m going to need a minute, would you mind waiting in another room?”

Jimin complied, following her to a small room that reminded him of a cabin. She pointed to the twin bed and shut the door behind her. Jimin didn’t feel like a captive since there was a window large enough for him to crawl through, and there didn’t appear to be any bars or lasers to stop him from doing so if he wished. But he didn’t wish to; he was here for a reason, afterall.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway as someone came jogging up to Vixen. The tread was heavy, likely male, and the visitor greeted her in a male’s voice.

“Hey Vix, I found out where he keeps the goods- why are you frown- ouch! VIX-mmph!”

That male voice sounded awfully familiar. Jimin frowned.

“Shh! I’m gagging you because he’s. next. door!” hissed Vixen harshly. “If you’d checked outside before you snuck in, you'd have seen his car!”

Jimin strained his ears as the whispers softened and moved down the hallway. However, he’d managed to drop a bug on Vixen’s back as he followed her, so he pulled out his receiver and shamelessly eavesdropped.

“I came over the roofs tonight so I didn’t see. I’m sorry, VIx, that was careless; I should’ve known better. I’ll check 360 degrees next time, yakseokhae.”

That was definitely JK.

“Good. Yeesh, oppa, you almost gave everything away! I had Han ready to rush you with his knife to slow you down!”

Oppa?! Why was Vixen so close to JK?

“Sorry, Vixen. But I found out where he keeps the goods, and I’m getting mine tomorrow, so I need to make sure the others won’t be visible when it’s done.”

…the blacklight tattoos each member got when they were inducted into Bangtan? He’d thought JK was a reliable asset to Bangtan, so he’d invited him to get it. JK was obviously Vixen’s spy in Bangtan, but why?…most of JK’s time was spent on his bodyguarding duties with Ara.

Unless…Vixen was going to take out Ara to hit Bangtan and Grey? But both of them were allied with her, that didn’t make sense. And he knew JK would never hurt or let anyone or anything hurt Ara.

Clearly, more investigation was required.

“When are you going to tell him, anyways, Vix? Hasn’t it been long enough for you to trust him?”

Vixen sighed. “It’s a big secret–half my life. It takes time to open up.”

“I understand. I’ll be there when you’re ready. I’ll leave now…”

Jimin heard JK discover the bug when he hugged Vixen goodbye. 

There was a pause, crackling as the bug was moved, then a dramatic inhale.

“Vix, what’s this?”

“That’s not one of ours…that’s Jimin’s. I thought I felt his fingers on my back, but I didn’t have time to check.” Vixen cursed, and then all that Jimin heard was static as JK crushed the bug under his boot.

The door swung open, JK standing protectively beside Vixen, who crossed her arms and stared at Jimin.

“Fine. You discovered it. Jungkook is my spy in Bangtan. He helped me start Stray Kids, and he’s an honorary member, since he’s technically affiliated with Gray. I’m not plotting anything against you. Happy?” “Why do you care about Bangtan’s tattoos?” Jimin stared back at her.

“Because Stray Kids have blacklight tattoos too, and I didn’t want to out JK’s and my relationship because you picked a spot close to his previous tattoo to add yours. It’s moot now, I guess.”

“Relationship?” He glanced between the two.

“We’re just friends,” they said in unison, then looked at each other. “What he/she said.”

Jimin sighed. Sure. Just friends. Whatever you say.

“Okay, prove it. Do you have a blacklight around?”

Hyunjin entered with the light and JK unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off one shoulder. The Stray Kids symbol glowed blue at the joining of his neck and shoulder. Along his left arm were eight small bands of moon phases, as well.

Vixen held the blacklight to her shoulder, and the vivid blue symbol appeared on the front of her left shoulder, slightly larger and thicker than JK’s. “Happy?”

“Alright, I believe you.” Jimin took the light from her and waved it over his left collarbone, showing Bangtan’s symbol in glowing purple-blue. “You can choose where you put it, but somewhere that allows for easy access is a good choice for easy ID,” he told JK before turning to Vixen. “Bangtan’s tattoos are secret for a reason.”

She nodded companionably. “Same with Stray Kids, hence, blacklight. JK and I won’t say anything.”

JK nodded as Jimin looked at him. “ I won’t say a word, boss.”

“You’re affiliated with three families, JK. Which one are you most loyal to?”

JK swallowed, his big eyes a bit rounder than normal at Jimin’s subtly threatening tone. 

“Yeah, JK, tell me who you’re loyal to,” Vixen buffed her nails against her shirt as she leaned against the doorway, the very picture of nonchalance.

“...I am equally loyal to them. My primary loyalty is to your wife.”

After several tense seconds, Jimin smiled approvingly and patted his shoulder. “Good.”

Vixen nodded at him for his diplomatic answer, then left to continue her spar with Hyunjin.

Jimin and Jungkook rejoined, watching the spar just as VIxen put Hyunjin in an armlock. He tapped out and Jungkook danced into the ring. “Still mad at me for my slip up, Vix?”

“No, we’re good. Foxtrot spar?” She added one of her many code words with him, requesting the use of martial arts plus blades.

Jungkook nodded, and the spar began.

Jimin leaned forward, closely following the pair’s movements. Their sheer grace and long practice of martial arts gave them the facade of a deadly dance, clearly used to practicing together.

Silver flashes gleamed as their knives slashed and parried, tucked away the next second for strikes and kicks.

Finally, JK saw an opening as Vixen slowed from fatigue, her previous spar with Hyunjin lowering her endurance. Caught in a chokehold, Vixen tapped out.

Bowing, the pair ended the spar. Jimin clapped, impressed. “You both fight very well.”

“Thank you,” they said in unison, leaning down to grab a water bottle, opening it, and chugging at the same time.

Jimin rolled his eyes. Totally “just friends”.

Two weeks later, two days before the beginning of the trials, Ara took Nabi to the mall to take her mind off the upcoming event. Nabi now had a varied wardrobe, but Ara was looking for formal dresses for them for a future party..

Nabi had settled in surprisingly quickly, becoming more talkative and outgoing as the days passed, though she was still a quiet child.

She had only been on the street a week since her mom died when she was kidnapped. No one knew who or where her dad was.

Ara had contacted a counsellor for Nabi to see when she was ready to talk about it, and she and Jimin had agreed they’d love to foster with intent to adopt. When Nabi was ready, they’d talk about it. So far, she seemed to love the house, and she often followed Jungkook around like a duckling when he wasn’t with Ara.

Jungkook casually browsed through the men’s section of the formalwear store while he kept an eye on other customers. Ara took Nabi to the womens’ changerooms to try on a couple dresses each. Stepping into the room beside Nabi’s, she froze at the reflection of the man in the mirror with the gun painted at her.

“Follow me quietly and you and the kid won’t get hurt,” he growled.

Tentatively, Ara turned around, hoping Nabi would stay in her changeroom.

Alas, that was not to be, as Nabi stepped out. “Unnie, my zipp-” she stared at the man and Ara calmly, though her eyes were wide with shock. Slowly, she crept behind Ara, keeping an eye on the man.

“Come quietly and you’ll both be fine,” threatened the man. They headed out the back way to the van idling by the door. 

Getting in, Ara felt the dull throb of a needle prick as everything faded to black.

~~~

Jungkook headed to the fitting rooms anxiously. Twelve minutes had passed with no sign of either Nabi or Ara. Normally, Ara asked for his opinion on formal fits; while he supposed she may have decided to ask Jimin’s opinion instead, he was still a little worried.

As soon as he saw the silver and jade hairpin Ara had worn that day on the ground, the needle pointing to the back exit, he knew something was up. Pulling out his phone, he began making calls.

~~~

Slowly blinking her heavy lids, Ara tried to focus her thoughts and make sense of everything. As she gradually became more clear-headed, her memories returned.

Pretending to still be unconscious, she strained her senses to check her surroundings.

So far, she could tell that she was likely in a warehouse (how original) in the industrial area by the Han River, with the smell of water and the faint industrial noises surrounding her.

Nabi was in the chair behind her, back-to-back, either still out or merely pretending, like herself.

Ara couldn’t sense any hostile presence around–evidently, they were still supposed to be under the drug’s influence for a while longer.

Carefully, she pressed her watch button in and twisted it, sending an emergency GPS ping to both Chan and Jin.

Clearly, the kidnappers didn’t expect much of a chaebol heiress; since she was untouched, her eight knives, two GPSs, and five impromptu weapons were still on her. Well, at least they were respectful. This meant she was likely not going to be harmed, at least at first, and they didn’t know she was Vixen. 

She could work with that.

“Nabi-ah, are you awake?” If she was, Ara would have to wait for her prince(s) in shining armour (unless the kidnappers tried something before then), but if Nabi was still out, Ara could fight her way out and then claim a rescue…

She felt Nabi’s hands brush hers, then– “I know you’re Vixen. Can you get us out of here before oppa comes?”

 How- how did this child– Jimin still didn’t know!

“I’ll try.” She wiggled a knife free and passed it through their bonds to Nabi. “Go for blood if you’re in trouble. Now is not the time for guilt or gentleness. Use your teeth and elbows if you have to. Aim for fleshy parts like eyes, groin, or disabling their arms and hands.”

“Got it,” Nabi whispered back. “You’re so cool, unnie.”

Ara smiled inwardly, then began tugging the knot of the rope around her hands loose.

Once she had undone the ropes, she slyly slid one of her knives from her thigh free, using it to cut Nabi loose. “Sit tight unless you’re attacked, okay? On three, I’m going to get our captors’ attention. I already sent a distress signal, so Jimin and Jungkook will be here soon,” she added to reassure her foster daughter.

On three, she ripped the blindfold off and stood up, sliding the knives tucked into her heels out and kicking them off, choosing to fight barefoot.

A quick slash up the side seam of her skirt, and she was ready to fight.

The kidnappers had noticed that she was awake, and five men dressed in black ran into the room. 

Good, no guns, yet. The illegal weapons left traces very difficult to clean up and explain away.

Silently she charged the row of three, using the first’s momentum to tumble the second and third like dominoes.

While they were still reeling, Ara began slicing at the fourth and fifth, incapacitating them by aiming for their thighs and shoulders.

One, Two, and Three regained their balance, and Ara hurled one of her blades into Two’s shoulder as she danced around Three, hitting pressure points to take him out.

On her way to One, she yanked the knife out of Two’s shoulder, jabbing it at his waist and thigh.

One appeared to be better trained than the others as he aimed for a pressure point on Ara’s neck. Unluckily for him, she grabbed his wrist, forced him to his knees, and kicked him in the groin.

Spinning back to Two, she hit his neck to temporarily paralyse him, watching him slump before repeating the motion on One.

Sighing, she brushed her hair out of her face, wishing she hadn’t dropped her hairpin at the store as a clue for Jungkook. He’d have found her soon enough through the CCTVs, and she could see better without her hair flying around if she’d kept it.

A second batch of five emerged from the hallway she assumed led to the boss’s control room, but this time the group was armed and better prepared.

Ara supposed the first group were the disposable, bottom-tier underlings who underestimated her.

Dropping into a crouch, she grinned ferally. Worked every time.

Two and Three charged her at the same time, so she simply crouched there, then uncoiled at the last second. Using Two’s knee as a springboard, she wrapped her legs around Three’s neck, sending Two sprawling and choking Three out.

On her way to meet One, Four, and Five, she gifted Two a knife to the thigh, dangerously close to the femoral artery. Oops.

Just before she hit One and Four, she dropped to her knees and slid by, taking their legs out. Rather badass a move of her, if she thought so herself.

Five grabbed her by the hair–rude, but smart— thankfully, it was long enough she could twist to face him and swipe at his knees, then grab his wrist and twist him around.

He released her hair, and she swiftly knocked him out, then headed back to the still-conscious Two, Four, and One.

A quick insurance stab to their dominant arms, and all ten opponents were incapacitated, if not unconscious.

Ara spun to the door, dropping into a defensive stance and re-gripping her blades tightly, only to relax in relief when IN and Felix showed up. 

“Oh, good, you’re the first ones here. Nabi knows– I’ll figure out how later– but as of right now, Jimin doesn’t know, so you two took out those assailants, okay? I watched you rescue me when I woke up halfway through the fight,” Ara quickly aligned their cover stories.

Clearly, she should tell Jimin about her…nightly business ventures, but now would not be the time.

“Yes, ma’am,” Vixen’s bodyguards saluted, then began dragging the kidnappers into a row and tying them up.

Ara reclaimed her knife from Nabi and sat back in her chair, holding hands with the girl.

“Jimin-ssi should be here very soon and we can go home, okay? You were so brave; I’m proud of you. It’s okay now, so I understand if you’re a little scared or overwhelmed. Do you want to talk about it?”

Nabi shook her head. “I wasn’t scared; I knew you’d keep us safe, and Jimin-oppa and Jungkook-oppa would come for us.”

‘’How did you know I’m Vixen, Nabi-ah? And I gather you figured Jimin and Jungkook out too.”

Nabi grinned, turning in her chair to face Ara. “Jimin-oppa doesn’t wear a mask. I recognized him from the night when you all rescued us. That pink hair is kind of distinctive. I thought Jungkook-oppa worked for Vixen, but then I saw him with Jimin at the police station. I didn’t know till you woke me up for supper the first night; the way you talked to me and approached me was just like Vixen. And then I saw you with Jungkook-oppa and you were close to him like Vixen was.”

“Is that why you were watching us all so closely?” Ara had a revelation. “I just thought you didn’t trust us yet.”

Nabi nodded proudly. “I was trying to figure out who knew what about who.”

Ara smiled at Nabi and smoothed her hair down. “You are a very clever girl– you’re the first person to figure out that Shin Ara and Vixen are the same person. Everyone else who knows, I told. Have you figured out what everybody knows by now?”

“I think so…you and Jungkook-oppa know each other and Jimin-ssi, and he knows Jungkook-oppa but not you?”

Ara nodded, “Good job, Nabi-ah. Jimin’s family and mine are allies, and Jungkook works for both of them, Gray and Bangtan. He also works for my –Vixen’s– family, Stray Kids. Jimin-ssi and my appa both do not know about me being Vixen, but I think I should tell them now, don’t you?”

Nabi nodded. “Secrets should be kept few and far between.”

“Wise wor-”

Their talk was interrupted by a group of armed men bursting in, guns in hand.

Ara and Nabi blinked back at Jimin’s wide gaze. “You’re safe!”

He holstered his gun and anxiously looked them over. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, pulling Ara into a hug, then Nabi. “What happened?”

“We’re fine, Jimin. Nabi is probably a bit more anxious than she lets on, but we’re fine,” Ara ran her hand down his chest soothingly, feeling the rapid thumping of his heartbeat.

Jimin pulled back to examine Ara's face. “Why is there blood on you?”

“Oh, it's not mine, it’s…theirs…” Ara waved at the neat row of captives guarded by Felix and IN. “They took those guys out and rescued Nabi and me. Jungkook called them, saying we were in trouble.”

Ara had to have some last fun as Vixen, before she unmasked. Unable to resist, she asked in a loud whisper, “Why are there so many of you and why did you have a gun?!”

Jungkook coughed loudly to cover his laughter at Ara’s acting. Felix and IN exchanged grins, turning their backs to ‘guard the prisoners’.

The rest of Jimin’s squad of six looked awkwardly around, invested in the drama and wondering how their boss was going to get out of this jam.

Panic flashed through Jimin’s eyes. “Uh…why don’t we get you home and have a doctor look at you, jagiya. You must have been so scared, Nabi-ah. Let’s go home, hm? I think Mrs Lee was stress-baking up a storm.”

Jungkook slipped out to start the car and told Jimin quietly, but loud enough for Ara to get the message, “I called Dr. Hyunjin– he’ll understand. I have Lady’s men ready to help; I called her guys after you and Jin-hyung.”

“Thanks, JK.” Jimin escorted his girls to the car, leaving Jungkook to drive home while he fussed over them in the backseat.

Ara waited till Nabi showered and Hyunjin okayed her to do anything, much to her husband’s chagrin.

Nabi went straight to bed, and Hyunjin told Ara and Jimin that she was healthy, with no side effects from the drug used to knock them out, and was only stressed, though less so than he’d expected.

Ara was touched by Nabi’s faith in her and her guys. 

Hyunjin said good night and all the attention was on Ara. She willingly took a shower, conceding to that after adamantly refusing Hyunjin’s checkup.

Finally, so Jimin would stop worrying, she agreed to give him five minutes to reassure himself that she was indeed feeling 100%.

Ara perched on the counter in her ensuite, her towel wrapped around her neatly and another on her head to keep her hair from dripping in her face.

Cupping Jimin’s face in her hands, she looked him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, yeobo.”

“It’s not your fault, jagi,” Jimin protested immediately.

“Not the kidnapping, no, but the worrying, yes. There’s something I need to tell you. Please don’t freak out, okay?”

Jimin nodded warily, his eyes full of questions.

Ara grimaced, then said. “I know you’re Park Jimin, Head of the Bangtan mafia.”

His face jerked out of her hands. “What? No, I’m not– where did you–”

“Sh, I know, Jimin.” She cupped his face again. “I know Appa is Shin Jungok, head of the Gray mafia. I know my oppas work for you and him as mafiosos. I know your friends aren’t just your friends, they’re also mafia. I know my friend Minho is mafia. The reason I know all this is because…I’m mafia. I’m Lady Vixen.”

Jimin pulled his face away again to stare at her, his jaw slack and his eyes wide.

“I know I was never supposed to know who you all are, but I have since I was twelve. I started planning Vixen then; Kookie helped me. When I was seventeen and Kook was my full-time bodyguard and we could sneak around, I became Vixen.”

“I…don’t believe you.”

Ara hopped off the counter and exited the bathroom, heading for her closet. She changed into jeans and a blouse, then slid her shoes on. “Follow me if you dare.”

Jimin took her hand, confused and curious, as Ara led him to Jungkook’s bike in the garage.

They hopped on, Ara revved, and they sped off, Ara making evasive manoeuvres and pulling over randomly to ensure no one would follow them.

Ara casually strolled up to Vixen’s HQ, D9, and entered her fingerprint, eight-digit code, and eye scan after a moment’s pause.

She headed straight to the back, to Vixen’s room, waving briskly at the sparring members of her mafia gathered in the main room, and pressed on a panel in the wall.

The panel popped out and Ara reached in, removed a small package, and slipped her contacts and fangs in. A small tube of lipstick sat on a shelf, and Ara carefully applied a coat. The mask went on, the jacket was zipped up, and her boots laced up.

Dumbfounded, Jimin watched as his wife did a slow twirl in front of him, a smug smirk on her face. The entire transformation took five minutes.

“You’re really Vixen.”

“Yup.”

Hyunjin popped in with the blacklight again and Ara confirmed her SKZ tattoo on her shoulder. “Thanks, Jinnie. Can you ask the others to come see me in a minute, please?”

In the minute they were left alone, Ara sat behind her desk and kicked out a chair for Jimin to sink into. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you know sooner–for worrying you without reason. I was actually the one who knocked out the guys; Innie and Lix got there after. That’s why I was bloody.”

Hyunjin reentered with IN and Felix, handing Jimin a bundle.

He unwrapped it to discover six knives and two stilettos, which caused him to turn to Ara in confusion.

She smirked. “I never go out unarmed. I also have a GPS in each watch and a few of my larger jewellery pieces. I could also have utilized the belt on my skirt and my necklace as weapons, if I so wish. Unfortunately, I had to leave my hairpin behind, but I often wear my hair up in pins because they double as an excellent weapon in a pinch…especially if they’re modified. All this is to say, I’m sorry for worrying you earlier, and I can take care of myself, so please don’t worry if something like this happens again.”

Jimin stared at her, taking in this whole other side of his wife he’d overlooked before. “Wow, you really are a vixen.”

She tossed him a wink, a proper one, as Seungmin, Minho, Chan, Changbin, and Jisung entered. 

“Sup, Vix? Oh…”

“Yep, I told him. Thought he might like to know some of my most trusted men, so he can reassure himself about everything.”

Once her men gave a succinct explanation of their path to Stray Kids and left, the couple were left alone, silence blanketing Vixen’s office.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “You’re really something, jagiya.”

The faint sound of people sparring elsewhere in the building filtered through the air while he collected his thoughts.

“I want to be angry that you hid all this from me, but I can’t really without being a hypocrite. Thank you for telling me now.”

Ara sighed in relief. “Thank you for accepting this part of me. Shall we agree to keep no more secrets?”

The two shook hands solemnly. “No more secrets.”

“Oh, by the way…Nabi figured you out the first night she stayed with us because you don’t wear a mask, and also because of your pink hair. She found me out because Vixen and Ara approached her the same way.”

Jimin sputtered and Ara giggled.

“We have a future menace to society and the underworld on our hands.”

Park Jimin and Shin Ara exited the courthouse, their bodyguards shielding them and their new daughter from the paparazzi.

Once the trial was over and the traffickers harshly sentenced, Nabi relaxed more and was able to enjoy life.

She’d readily agreed to Jimin and Ara’s proposal and was delighted to become a Park.

Secretly, she was dying to know which Family she’d join when she grew up, but wisely didn’t say anything about it.

Now, the papers were signed, sealed, and filed, and Kim Nabi was officially Park Nabi.

In honour of the occasion, Bangtan and Stray Kids had collaborated again to open Black Swan, a restaurant that would be Nabi’s future, if she so desired.

Bangtan and Gray had also collaborated to open Blue and Grey, the last bar in the Blue string owned by Jungok.

He’d been thoroughly shocked to find out his little girl had known for a long time about his secondary business, and how she had twisted his most trusted men around her little pinky (Jin and Namjoon had been glared at for weeks after Ara spilled the beans), but he was proud of her ambition and success, even though he wished she had stayed on the legal side of things.

~~~

Jimin crawled into bed beside Ara and flipped off the light, turning to pull her to him.

“How is everything going? You’ve been pretty busy lately,” she murmured, cuddling into his body heat.

“It’s calming down now, thankfully. The worst part is seeing you less.”

“Flatterer,” she said, but Jimin heard the smile in her voice. “I miss you too, when you’re busy like this.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, enjoying her angelic appearance as the moonlight fell across her face. They lay there, cuddling in silence for a while, until a thought struck Jimin. He’d been getting used to talking to Ara about his mafia issues, knowing that she’d understand him better now.

“Yoongi is looking for a wife.”

“Oh?” Sheets rustled as Ara pulled away a bit, turning to look at him.

“Yeah, for some reason he wants a wife who’s not in a gang. You know anyone?”

Ara made a noise of surprise. “Really? Hm…I might! You know how I’m allying with that gang, Seventeen, temporarily? I might find a way. I’ll look into it.”

TO BE CONTINUED…in Godmother: Tigress

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading my story! I hope you have a beautiful life<3

Some fun notes about the universe, if you're interested:

-> 22924514 = Vixen in Alpha-numeric code. It's Vixen's code for D9. D9 is a STAY easter egg.

-> Jimin and Jungkook were both part of the same trafficking/rescue situation. They weren’t together, though, and their memories are fuzzy and black out from that time. Eventually, they realise they have a connection and bond over it.

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My Partner| 01

𝒔𝒚��𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; Each and every one of your co workers worked hard to get where they are now. But not as hard as you did. You believed that you were best qualified for this case more than anyone else and right you were because most of your coworkers was only in it for their reputation. You also believed that you could complete any cases thrown you way without the help of a partner.But your boss thought that it’d be better if you had some company

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆; Romance, Action

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔; cursing

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔| 01

It’s not that I’m against working with a partner, I’ve just never had one before now, I’ve always worked on cases by myself.

So I guess this Is all just new to me. What’s not new to me though is the person I’ll be working with. Park Jimin. I’ve seen him around the building a few times and we’ve hung out a couple of times since he’s friends with a few of my friends, so I guess we’ve got a mutual relationship. But that’s about it, we’ve never actually had full-on conversations with each other, just some hello or hey. How are you and such and such? But he seems like he’d be a cool friend from how he acts when we all hang out. But I’ve no idea what he’s like doing his job.

I’ve heard some of my coworkers say that he’s the worst partner to work with and how he thinks everything’s a joke and doesn’t take anything seriously and how he’s super mysterious and secretive. Now, I don’t necessarily want to judge him based on what people say about him but he doesn’t give a reason not to. He never denied anything said about him, even when he’s present in the circle of people who talks about him, he just grins but nothing else.

But then again there are times where we would mention some of the cases we’ve had to do, during the times he went with us to the bar or one of the restaurants we usually go to and you can see how serious he gets about it, how serious he gets whenever anything is mentioned about his job. So it’s either these people are lying or maybe he’s just a mysterious person who’s pretending to be serious about his job. But until I find out for myself I’m putting everything I’ve heard about Jimin and his ability to do his job past me. Maybe this is a sign to get to know him.

“It’s getting late, you should go home now.”

The very familiar deep voice echoes through the walls of the building.

“You’re still here? I thought you left.”

“I’m your boss. I can’t leave until everyone else leave.”

Oh, yea…I forgot about that.No wonder he’s still here. Our boss is not someone that likes staying after hours, so, me still being here so long after work has ended is probably a pain in the ass for him right now. He won’t say anything about it though, but he will make it obvious even though it’s not his intention to. He’s very oblivious to his actions but he means well.

So I tried my best to get him to let me stay for a while longer until the file saves on my flash drive and then I’ll close the place up myself. It didn’t work on him though. He insisted that he’d stay until the file was finished downloading which didn’t take that long since it started before he came up to me but I feel bad that he can’t leave because of me and had to wait here. Yea, he can be overbearing at times but he still has his own life away from being our boss, so I offered to get us both dinner whenever he’d like. As an apology,

He looks over his shoulder as he walks into the elevator with me trailing behind him, looking at me all suspiciously as if I am not being serious. But I am! I am being serious. He had to wait for me for 5 hours after work. It’s only fair that I do something for him in return. And dinner was the first thing that popped into my head since I only drink a cup of coffee for breakfast and I like to eat lunch by myself or with my friends, so dinner was the only thing available. And there are also some things I’d like to discuss with him so it all works out perfectly!

“Alright…deal,” he says after I’ve explained to him why I’ve chosen to take him out to dinner.

~.~.~.~.~

“So what I’m hearing here is that you,” he says pointing a finger to your head while eating another one of the fries from his plate

“Asked your boss out? Well, our boss”

“No! I offered to buy us dinner as an apology!” I argue taking the pickle I took out from my burger earlier and throwing it across the table making it land right on his baby blue shirt

This is exactly why I don’t like mentioning anything that involves our boss because they tease me about having a crush on him. It was when I first started working here that I admitted to my friend Evan that I had a crush on him(our boss) he didn’t become our boss until a year ago. Before that, he was my coworker. But my crush on him went away as soon as it came mostly because the more we worked together the more I started seeing him as a friend ( though we weren’t super close) But when he became our boss we didn’t talk as much since he got busier.

“Jokes on you, I love pickles”

“Fuck off!”

“No need to get mad y/nie we’re just joking,” says Evan, another one of my clothes friends, laughing along with yoongi- my best friend.

Now that I think about it, everyone is here: yoongi, Evan, Jenna, and me except, Jimin. He usually comes with us for lunch.

“Guys does any of you know where Jimin is?” I nod when Jenna and Evan answer with a curious ‘no’ and then turn towards yoongi since they usually come together.

“Oh, he said he had something to do so he couldn’t make it”

“Why?”Do you like him?” There’s a teasing grin forming on his and Evan's face and I already know where this is going to go and I hope that the eye roll that’s directed at both of them makes it clear that I’m done with all their jokes but having known them for a few years already, I know this isn’t going to end here even after Jenna telling them to shut up and mind their own business.

Some way or the other they’re gonna tease me about asking about Jimin. It’s only because I haven’t talked to jimin outside of all of us hanging out even though we’ve known each other for some time now. I’m usually very open to new people so they probably think I have some kinda feelings for him. I don’t though I was just curious

“This is why she’s my favorite,” I say, hugging her arm. looking back up, yoongi clutches his chest pretending that I’ve hurt his feelings and Evan walks up to us and grabs hold of her other arm

“Oh, aren’t you partnered with jimin? Maybe you should talk to him and then you’ll get a boyfriend” He starts whining and cuddles up to her

“Are you seriously jealous that I'm holding your girlfriend?” I ask him with a playful eye roll

“She's my girlfriend, I’m the only one that gets to hold her arm!” He whines and then softly tries to pull her away.

“Ok now I think this is enough, we’re gonna be late if you don't stop fighting over her” I hear yoongi say once I and Evan start cat fighting with each other. I don’t get a chance to do anything else because Yoongi’s already pulling me away to his car and Jennas does the same to Evan.

“You're gonna kill each other one day I swear” he lets out a chucking as he starts the car

“ yea well maybe then he’ll see that I’m more deserving of Jennaj enna than him” I joke back as I put on my seatbelt. Of course, none of us are being serious. none of us are being serious.IMe and Evan just like joking around for entertainment purposes only.

“Yea? Well good luck with that”

“Oh, and Jimin and Jiminjimin gave me these envelopes. Told me to give them to you” he says motioning to his back seat where the two yellow envelopes lay.

lays.

Bringing them to my lap it doesn’t take too long to notice how heavy they are. I'm guessing that whatever’s in them has something to do with the cases we were assigned. I still can’t believe our boss gave us only two pictures to work with, which reminds me. I didn’t tell yoongi about this yet

“Can you believe jehun?!” I ask him while turning my body in the seat to fully face him now so I can properly see his reaction to this situation. He doesn’t do much though, just turning to me for a second with raised brows. That’s expected when it’s him whom it’s coming from though. Yoongi is extremely laid back and nothing riles him up.

“What did he do?” He asks taking one of his hands and resting it on the arm rest and continues driving

“He gave me and jimin a case with just two pictures! Can you believe that?”

“Yeah jimin already told me. He seemed pretty annoyed about it too”

“Jimin? When did you guys talk? I thought you had something to do yesterday”

“I did, but he called when I was on my way home,” he says chuckling a little in the end as he pulls into the company parking lot

“Why are you laughing” I move my head to the side, eyeing him suspiciously

“Nothing, you just sound a bit jealous,” he says with a smirk once he walked around to my side then leans In on the opened window.

“In your dreams” I laugh, pushing the door open once he stepped back a little. He closes it and we both start walking to the building

“You know I’m all yours princess” his voice gets deep for a second and he hugs me from behind and then runs away to the front entrance.

“This fucker” I whisper when I feel something in my pocket. “ you could’ve just thrown it in the trash

All I hear is his laugh as he walks through the glass doors

Oh, you better watch your back yoongi. I laugh to myself as I walk through the door behind him.

When we reach our floor I rest my bag and envelope on my desk and then start making my way toward Mr.Jehun’s office. Telling yoongi that there was something I need to confirm with our boss when he asked where I was going.

I don’t get to open the door for myself though because the second I put my hand around the knob the door swings open causing me to jerk forward a bit.

“Oh? hi y/n” a playful voice says as he makes his way into my view. It’s jimin.

“You didn’t eat with us today. What were you doing?” I ask curiously returning his smile as we stand in front of the fogged glass door.

“I was here. Why? Did you miss me?” He replied winking at me. Oh my goodness. Why are all of them the same?

Rolling my eyes at him and then lightly pushing his shoulders when he starts laughing at my slightly widening eyes earlier

“Just joking, I was asking jehun for something,” he says smiling down at me now. Like he normally does whenever we pass by each other.

“Oh ok. Oh, and I got the envelopes. Thank you!”

“Oh yea, we should meet up later to talk about it”

“Oh yea, text me, see you later then,” I say with a smile waving him off as I make my way into the office. He does the same in return

When the clicking sound of the door locking vibrates the doorknob I let go of it and turn to face the black metal desk placed in the middle of the room with a bunch of paper scattered all over it. Behind that desk, sits Mr.jehun with his eyes focused on whatever is on his desktop.

“Yes, what is it?” He asks with his eyes still focused on the screen in front of him

“I wanted to confirm our dinner that’s scheduled for tonight”

“Yes, I’ll be there. What time is ok for you Ms.Y/n?”

“Uh…how about 8:30?”

“Sounds good” he confirms looking up from the screen in front of him, he passes me a quick smile and then looks back to what he was doing

“Mhm” I hum as I make my way out of his office and back to my desk

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

“Fuck” I curse under my breath as I try for the fifth time to try and get this zip up. It’s a plain crepe long sleeve black dress that goes down to my ankle that I just bought not even a month ago and when I tried it on it wasn’t even that tight. Jenna was there with me, she had helped me zip it up-Maybe that’s why it’s not working now because I had someone there to help me.

Well, I can’t worry about this dress now I only have 25 minutes until I’ve to leave and make my way to the restaurant that we had both decided on earlier. And I still have to do my make-up! I’m probably gonna be late!

It’s fine. I’ll just wear a black long sleeve turtleneck with Khaki slacks. The Classic! Besides, it’s formal and convenient for the weather tonight. I’ll just put on some jewelry and my outfit is good to go.

For my makeup, I decided to do quick natural eye makeup with a slightly bold liner to put everything together.

When I'm done I take a quick walk around my condo to make sure all the plugs are plugged out and everything is switched off. After making sure everything is set you take your keys from the table and rush down to the garage,

When I pull into one of the reserved parking lots I sigh in relief when I see Mr.jehun parking his car a few lots away from mine. Good at least I’m not the only one late.

“Hey, looks like you’re also late,” I say chuckling a bit as I walk up to his car when I see him coming out and locking his doors.

“Yea, I had to drop something off on my way here,” he says with a nervous grin, almost looking apologetically at you. You realize that he probably thinks he’d kept you waiting which was not the case since you had just gotten here.

Jehun is surprisingly younger( around your age) than our previous boss-this being because of the retirement of his father, jeasun.Before this jehun had been among the employees, a really good one at that which is why he was chosen to be the next boss and also the fact that his father was the previous one. But despite that jehun was the only one at that time that could lead the rest of us smoothly

Sometimes though when things don’t go as planned like today when he arrived later than he wanted to he tends to get a bit nervous and does this thing where he keeps pushing back his hair and eventually causing his hair to fall in front of his eyes, which is kinda cute.

“You don’t need to be so nervous about being late, we came at the same time” you laugh when he did it again while opening the door for you to walk through

“ I’m not nervous,” he says catching up to you

“Yeah you are, you’ve a habit of constantly pushing your hair back whenever you’re nervous” you say lightly laughing when you his eyes widening a bit when I called him out.

“Ok you got me, I’m just a bit nervous because I’m usually always early and now, that today I wasn’t, I feel like and incompetent boss” He’s rambling- while we take our seats, as soon as he’s been caught. Which Isn’t going really well for him since words start getting caught in the back of his throat from trying to explain his situation.

When he sees the little smirk that starts growing on my face he stops and rub the back of neck feeling a little embarrassed from rambling in the middle of the restaurant.

“You don’t need to explain every little detail on why you were late. And beside we basically reached the same time so I didn’t have to wait that long.”

“Yeah, I know…” he say sighing and starts looking through the menu the kind waiter gave us when she brought us to our table.

“Don’t overthink it, it’s fine” I try reassuring him when he looks up at me with a tight smile, clearly still thinking about it

“Hm”

“What would you like to drink” the waiter comes back but this time with a little notepad and a pen.I look over to jehun so he could order first but instead he gestures me to order because of the notification that goes off on his phones signaling that he got a message, whispering a small sorry before he checks it

“Wine, please ” I say with a smile then moved my focus to man in front of me as he turns his phone off and ordered the same thing as me. We also ordered meal the same time.Since we already knew what we wanted to eat.

I used to come here with my family and friends before I started working here( since we didn’t have that much time when I started ). That reminds me. I should call my parents because it's been a while since the last time we talked over the phone.

It’s an luxury Chinese based restaurant. Where all the rich and wealthy people come to eating with their families or friends . No, jehun and I aren’t necessarily friends but we know each other from him being my boss and from him being one of my colleagues.

The place isn’t super crowded and maybe it’s because of how the tables are set up in a way to makes the restaurant look spacious and clean. The tables are placed far apart from each other And also have bamboo oriental screens around every table making it very convenient for every guest to keep their privacy to themselves.

This way it also make easier for people who aren’t comfortable eating in front of people they don’t know.

Jehun mentioned while we were waiting for our food that he also comes here often. This is why we got to make a reservation in the first place. Since the staffs are familiar with him. And since it’s very hard to make reservations in this restaurant and the only way you could get in is if you knew someone who runs the place.

“So how’s the case going?” jehun asks taking a sip from his glass. I notice the way he carefully looks for my reaction. Maybe because the folder my and jimin received two photos to be exact.

“That’s actually one of the reasons I asked you to have dinner with me” I start off watching as a amusing scoff leaves his lips showing that he knew I didn’t just ask him here as an apology

“Why is our case the only one with just photos? All the other cases have all sorts of paper and articles”

He doesn’t answer right away instead plays with the stem of his glass then takes another sip before looking back up at me

“They aren’t like you guys” he finally says staring right back at me like I’m supposed to know what he meant by that.

But I don’t. So I stare blankly back at him gesturing him to continue

“Y/n, Im guessing you didn’t know but there’s only four cops working with us that are undercover cops. You and jimin being two of them.” He finished and waits the see your reaction so he knows how to proceed

Your eyes widens at the new information. Though you knew that not everyone here worked undercover. You didn’t know that there were only four to be exact.

“I take it that you didn’t fully read the contract?” He asks, brushing some the hair that fell into his eyes. He doesn’t look at me with disappointment he looks at me with more of a ‘not surprised’ look.

I’m not a person that just signs something without looking through it first. But this contract that they gave me was filled from top to button and five pages long. I know that not necessarily a good excuse but right when I was about to start the fifth page I got a text from my younger sister saying that my father was taken to the hospital from blacking out in his office. So I signed it an left.

“I read through the first four pages but an emergency came up so I panicked and signed it” i explained to him truthfully since there was no point in doing otherwise. I found myself pursing my lips as I waited for him to give his thoughts. I quickly became anxious when lean back in his chair and chews on the dumpling he just taken.

“I realized. Since you ran out of the office and even forgot to take your Id photo” He replies finally with a small smile appearing on his lips before he returns to his calm facade and continues to eat.

I sigh. Somewhat relieved that he doesn’t look down at me because of that

“Thank you for understanding”

“I can’t hold that against you, emergency’s can happen at anytime. It’s not something you can control.”

I smile laying my chopsticks on the little holder at the the side of my bowl.

For the rest of dinner we just talked about random stuff like rating different foods we’ve tried before and recommending foods that the other should try. I realized throughout the conversation that there’s a lot of foods that I recommend to him since I’m mixed and have foods from my culture too.

Jehun’s a really friendly person when he doesn’t have be the boss of everyone at our company. And even then he’s a relatively nice boss(aside from him being super agitated when something doesn't go his way).

I think it’s because we’ve had somewhat and workplace friendships before he became our boss that it’s not super awkward talking to him now. I could imagine how awkward it would’ve been if we’ve never spoke to each other before now.

Once the both of us became more comfortable we’ve decided to plan days to take each other out to try food we haven’t tried before.

“Food exploration” as he calls it

I'm not sure if it was more of an at-the-moment suggestion or not but if we do decide to plan on it I'd be down. I mean who'd refuse to try out different foods?

“You should take that” I say pointing to his phone that kept vibrating “from emergency contact” showing on the screen

“Ah, sorry. It’s probably my cousin” he says pressing the green circle and told we the person he’d call him back in a minute

“ I’ll see you at work Monday. Sorry again” he says again when I get up and walk over to his side where he hands me my coat from the coat holder

“It’s fine” I tell him with a smile gently patting his shoulder “it’s getting late anyways”

“Thank you, do you want me walk you to your car”

“Oh no, I wanna check up my makeup in the bathroom then I’ll go”

We say our last goodbyes then part ways.

You barely get to look at yourself in the mirror. Your phone starts beeping as soon as you turn off ‘do not disturb’

Kami?

Why’s my sister spamming my phone this late at night?She usually asleep by now (kami is my middle sister)

I don’t even get to read the texts properly because when she sees that you’re online there’s a soft sound that’s starts playing through your phone. She's calling you.

“Hello?”

“Why aren’t you at home? Its already 10!” You hear her soft whispery voice echo through the empty bathroom.

“How do you know I’m not home?”

“I’m standing in front of your door. Can you hurry home?”

What the hell…?

“Ok I’ll be there as soon as I can so stop whining”

You quickly end the call after she starts whining about how you’ll take forever to reach and collect my card from the waiter. Do you wonder why your sister is at your front door without even telling you anything?

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Me, Myself & Jimin

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The Other Side - Part 1

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Park Jimin x OC (Amelia) Genre: Fluff/Angst Word Count: 1.6k Words Warning: Slight drinking, making out, nothing much explicit in this chapter. Note: (18+) Additional chapters contain heavy angst and sensitive topics. If you can’t handle problematic issues, I advise you to not read any further.

Summary: Despite her brother Taehyung’s disapproval of dating one of his friends, Amelia can’t keep herself away from the charming guy she met at his birthday...

Part 1 - Part 2 - More to come

“For you, I will be new every day ‘Cause it’s boring to have the same thing, right?” - Filter by Jimin

My brother Taehyung’s birthday was the worst day of the year for me. Don’t get me wrong. I loved Taehyung more than anybody in this world. For that exact reason, I could never refuse his request for a birthday party in our house.

I was the kind who hated parties and Taehyung, on the other hand, liked them very much. Furthermore, my presence in that party was a must for Taehyung to actually enjoy it. So, I would always end up being a weirdo trying to communicate with his friends whom I met once a year. Since Taehyung loved making a lot of friends, every year, I would meet some new people too.

Today the party seemed to be going for an eternity. The loud music was unbearable after a few hours. I was done making small talks with most of his friends. I needed some break as I felt my social battery was running out. I needed to find Taehyung.

I groaned in frustration searching for my brother in the crowd. I decided I was old enough to leave his annoying party any time I wanted to. After all, it was my house too. I could go anywhere I wanted. So, I headed for the rooftop.

Surprisingly, there was another person present whom I didn’t notice at first. I yelped in surprise when he cleared his throat to gain my attention.

“I’m sorry.” He said, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

A blonde guy wearing sunglasses, even though it was night, approached me. I realized that I had never met this person before. Thinking he was a new friend of Taehyung, I tried to talk nicely. But, to be honest, I could do with some alone time instead.

“It’s okay!” I said, “I don’t think I know you.”

“I’m Park Jimin.” He said, “I’m Jungkook’s friend from college. I believe you’re Taehyung’s sister, Amelia, right?” I nodded. But my mind was occupied with the thought that he was Jungkook’s friend.

If I had an enemy, it would be Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook and I went to school together. But we never got along. There was a history of endless fights and arguments between us. Some of them ended up with me crying out in frustration and Jungkook getting some serious talk from my overprotective brother. Nonetheless, they were still close friends.

Jimin suddenly chuckled, “I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”

I tried to smile. If he had known me through Jungkook, chances are, he didn’t know anything good.

A few cups of drinks were making my mind blurry. I started to find the stranger really attractive. I wasn’t even listening to what he had been saying. But his voice was pleasant to my ears. My mind was full of thoughts that seemed too wrong.

“Hello!” Jimin snapped his fingers in front of my eyes and I came back to reality. He wetted his lips before saying, “You haven’t been listening, have you?”

I shook my head honestly. He laughed as if he found it adorable. He took off the glasses and stared directly into my eyes.

Oh God! If looks could kill...

“I think you’re a little too intoxicated to ignore my charm.” he said. Without realizing I nodded in affirmation, making him laugh even more.

Oh God! His eye smile...

Then, he suddenly stopped. His stare was quite serious this time. He wasn’t fooling around anymore. I could feel the tension rising in the air. It seemed like there was an invisible string pulling me closer to this guy. I leaned a bit closer to him. But he didn’t move.

He half whispered, “Are you sure about this?” I nodded again.

Then, he leaned in to kiss me. It was a soft one at first, but gained momentum as soon as he got my approval. During our heated making out session, my mind had gone off to a completely different world. There was nothing I could think of other than him.

But soon Jimin let go of my lips and pulled back. A soft whimper left my mouth. Jimin just chuckled in return and shook his head.

“I don’t want you to regret anything once you’re sober.” He said.

I opened my mouth to say something but decided against it. It was already awkward enough. I didn’t want to embarrass myself further by saying something which would prove how desperate I was to have him.

Taehyung and I were only a year apart and he was the oldest. Our father was never in the picture and our mother died the year I graduated high school. Both of us ended up not going to college. Money was not a problem. We were pretty well off as mother had left us with a big house and a huge backyard of a flower garden. I worked on them and sold them in our personal flower shop which was quite famous in town. Taehyung, on the other hand, did whatever he was comfortable with at the moment.

Taehyung had lots of friends. But I only had him. And he was aware of it. But he didn’t mind. Even though he had many friends, both male and female, he would always forbid me to get a little too close to any of his male friends. I never complained either. Because, most of them were like Jungkook, whom I absolutely despised.

But I felt different this time. This Jimin guy was really messing with my mind. Ever since the night, I couldn’t shake his thoughts away. I felt a little guilty for keeping such a secret from my brother, to whom I had always confided everything.

“This is never going to happen again.” I would tell myself. But little did I know how wrong I had been.

Apparently, Jimin shared a mutual feeling and there was nothing that could stop him from coming back to me. So, coming back to me he did. But at the worst moment possible.

Ding Dong

Taehyung forbade me to get up from the dining table as we were having supper at the time. It was unusual for us to have a visitor so late. So, Taehyung went to check it himself.

“Is Amelia home?” I heard a not so unknown voice spoke and my heart skipped a bit. I knew that Taehyung was as shocked as me because he didn’t say a word in reply.

The stranger continued, “I’m Jimin. I hope you remembered me from the party. I came here with Jungkook.”

It turned out that Jimin had some important business in town. But unfortunately he was too late to catch the evening train. He hadn’t brought his car. Furthermore, he was not in the habit of riding a cab late at night. He tried calling Jungkook but he was out of town. He also informed Taehyung that he had an opportunity to become my friend during his birthday party. So, it seemed like he had no other choice but to ask us to let him stay at our place.

Taehyung didn’t seem to be believing any of his words. But he agreed to let him stay for the night. Only at one condition; Jimin was to share the bed with him. It is necessary to include that we had two spare bedrooms for guests.

I had never felt so uncomfortable while having dinner at my own house before. Jimin looked like he was having the best moment of his life; enjoying the food and appreciating it often. I nodded in between but tried not to say anything and let Taehyung join the conversation. Jimin was acting differently, almost in a child-like manner. I tried to avoid eye contact with either of them as Taehyung kept eyeing us suspiciously throughout the whole dinner.

After a while of chatting about nothing, we were all off to bed. But my brain had no intention of letting me sleep. Instead, it was replaying the night of my brother’s birthday. I wondered if this was the same flirty Jimin I had encountered some weeks ago.

Hours later, I walked out of my bedroom in frustration. Instantly, I was grabbed by my shoulders and I yelped in surprise.

“Ssh!” Jimin let go and whispered, “It’s only me!” I nodded in recognition. He looked at me carefully and a wide grin spread on his face.

“What?” I asked, surprised at his unusual behavior.

“Thank God!” He said with relief, “You didn’t forget about me.”

I laughed at him, “What made you think I might forget you?”

Jimin frowned at my taunting, “Why? You were hella drunk that night. I bet you can’t recall what we did.”

I blushed really hard this time. Of course, I remembered what we did. But I was in no mood to discuss that embarrassing event. Jimin had definitely seen me blushing. His cute face suddenly turned mischievous.

“Can you recall it or should I help?” he smirked. Now, this was the Jimin I was talking about.

Before I could shut him up with a slap on the head, I heard movements ahead of me. Both of us froze. Our eyes grew larger at once.

“Fuck!” Jimin whispered, “Your spy brother is awake.”

I ran straight to my bedroom and shut the door quickly. My heart was beating up to my throat. I could hear a conversation outside which made me smile like an idiot.

A deep voice asked, “Oy! What are you doing there?”

A cute one replied, “I think I might have forgotten the way to the bathroom.”

A moment of silence before a really angry tone spoke, “If you’re trying to make an excuse, Park Jimin, go for a better one next time.”

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The Weekend Massacre

WRITTEN BY jimlingss 

Words: 19.7k

Genres: 90% Angst, 10% Action?, Serial Killer!AU

Summary: Receiving an invitation to a party, Jimin finds himself in a room of serial killers and a game to see who can gain the most notoriety.

Warning: vomiting, toxic relationship, murder, gore, homeless abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, cults, mutilation etc. I don’t condone the actions of my characters.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: BOY OH BOY, when i tell you this was a story soooooooooo different from what i usually read but it is SO GOODD, i am so used to sappy couple happy ending stories and honestly this was a refreshing break from my usual readings 

A Kiss of Poison

WRITTEN BY jimlingss

Words: 29.2k

Genres: Angst, A Pinch of Fluff, But Still Mostly Angst

Summary: You are the princess of the kingdom, ready to marry the prince/your childhood friend, Jeon Jungkook. But when you visit the forest one last time, an unsightly witch curses you. Now you wait for your prince’s rescue—but someone else might just beat him to the punch instead.

Or alternatively….

In fairytales, the prince saves the princess from the evil witch. No one ever expects the princess and the witch to be the same person.

Warnings: gruesome and horrifying details, curses, lots of sad times, details of deformations, blood.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: wow, all i can say is wow because this is not your typical fairytail story and i love it, y/n being slightly evil? SIGN ME UP and if you couldnt tell i adore jimlingss writings

The Iron Ring

WRITTEN BY sailoryooons

pairing: fae prince! Jimin x human! female reader

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

words: 92,681

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: oh my lord, i literally stayed up to finish this. its such a satisfying slow burn, and jimin in this story ommmmmggggggg i wish i could brain wash myself and re read this over and over, also the plot??!?!?!? so creative sailoryoons is so talented

emerald fire

WRITTEN BY mygnolia

summary: flames in your raging fire don’t burn out as fast as you think they do, and you don’t expect your relationship with someone like park jimin to ignite as fast as it does.

pairing: park jimin x reader (fem)

genre: enemies/rivals to lovers, mostly fluff

au: top students, hogwarts/hp/wizarding community

words: 19k

warning: cursing! explicit language! misunderstandings, low insults they don’t really mean, minor injury to side character, family emergencies

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: my absolute favorite writing of all time. i absolutely knew nothing about the harry potter universse before reading this but NOW? baby im hooked, jimin is so sweet and so kind i wanna cryyyy. also i am most definitely a slytherin ;)

Lovely Demons (M)

WRITTEN BY kpopfanfictrash

pairing: Jimin / Reader (female)

genre:  Fantasy / Enemies to Lovers / Princes of Hell!AU / Witch!AU

words: 41,774

warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, dirty talk, oral (female), condom-less sex (with mention of other protection), breast play.

Graphic injuries occur to main characters throughout the story. There are action/fight scenes.

Summary:   As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: i lost sleep over this writing and IT WAS WORTH IT, this specific story revived my love for reading ffs and who doesn’t love an enemies to lovers??

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A Piece of the Moonlight

WRITTEN BY jimlingss

 Words: 22.1k

Genre: Angst, tad of Fluff, Historical, Mulan!Au

Summary: For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

Warnings for underlying misogynistic themes, blood, war and death.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: sigh all i can do is sigh,  heartbreaking, and the end

 :(((((((((( atleast we had some closure 10/10

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The Great Flood of Green Valley

Rating: M

Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin

Word count: 8,752

Chapters: 3/3

Genre: Historical AU (non-realistic)

Warnings: Depictions of Natural Disaster

Summary: Life in Green Valley is quiet and, although he is young and all his peers have seen the world, Jimin is content with his life. His biggest source of worry is his crush over his neighbor, Yoongi, who is the town's artisan carpenter and far too important to mind a small shop boy. All this changes one day when, after weeks of rain, the dam keeping water out of their peaceful valley forms a leak.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46545421/chapters/117207799

Additional Tags: flood, dam breaks, Minor Character Death, Protective Min Yoongi | Suga, Sexual Content, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Carpenter Min Yoongi | Suga, Sweet Park Jimin, it's basically two very soft sweet boys caught in a terrible natural disaster, emotional support chicken

Chapter 1. The Rain.

If you asked Jimin on any given day, he would say he loves the little town he lives in. Not so many years ago, he might have given a different answer. As a young teen, he longed to leave the Green Valley and see the world. He wanted more than the single main street with its handful of shops, the one-room schoolhouse, and small temple. However, as he grew up into a young man of twenty, he has settled down a bit. This town, boasting its very first motorcar last summer and the friendly people are enough for him—especially the people.

The jingle of the bells over the shop door alerts Jimin to someone's presence.

“I’ll be right there!” he shouts from the back storeroom. He grabs the candles he was looking for and pushes open the swinging door that separates the back from the front of the shop.

“Jimin-ah!” a short young woman greets Jimin. She shakes out her umbrella and leaves it leaning on the wall by the door. The hem of her dress is soaked and caked in mud.

“Sunja! You’re back from the big city?” Jimin gives his friend a smile as he sets the box of candles on the front counter. “How was the trip?”

“Oh, well, the city was great. So much to see and do. You have to come by my house tomorrow to see the new fabrics I purchased! Oh, and when I tell you the fashion, Jimin-ah, it’s so trendy there. The journey was arduous. The rains just would not stop. Made the roads terribly muddy. I almost wished I had stayed longer,” Sonja says in one breath.

Jimin laughs at his friend and her flushed face. “I will be sure to come by tomorrow to see all the marvelous things you brought back with you.”

“Please do,” Sunja says with a grin. “How was everything here while I was gone? I heard that Kwang Jaesun finally had her baby. Any other news?”

Jimin snorts. “You have already heard of the newest baby in town. You are probably more caught up on our gossip in the hours you’ve been back than I am. I’ve been mostly holed up in this shop while you’ve been away.”

“Really? Where are your parents? You are still young,” she says as she wiggles her eyebrows. “Should you not be out being courted?”

“Song Sunja!” Jimin hisses. He can already feel the flush blooming on his cheeks. “I am not being courted.”

“I do not know what else I would call it, if not being courted, Jimin,” Sunja deadpans. “That man dotes on you. But where are your parents?”

“They traveled shortly after you left. They needed to check on the farms outside the Green Valley. So, they’ve been gone now, about three weeks? I expect them back in a week or so, assuming all went well with the farms. All of this rain might delay them though.”

Sunja hums as she looks around the shop. Jimin is quite proud of the store itself. Probably to someone just back from the big city the wooden shelves full of honey and jams, the table of beeswax and candles is not much. For their little town, though, they just keep up with everyone’s needs. 

“I just made new beeswax candles. Do you want to take some with you, Sunja?” Jimin asks, laying a hand on the box he’d retrieved from the back.

“I’ll leave some money with you for them now and you can bring them tomorrow when you come. How does that sound? Perhaps if they are too burdensome, you can ask a certain carpenter to help you carry them.”

Jimin whines faintly under his breath. “Sunja, please. It’s not like that.”

“Is it not?” she asks, still smirking at him.

“He is a very sweet, caring friend. I do not- I am not- I won’t hope for more from him. He is so very accomplished and I sell candlesticks,” Jimin says with a pout.

“Nonsense,” Sunja dismisses his concerns. “Mark my words, that man is in love with you just as the sun rises and sets. Tell me, Jimin-ah, how many times has he come to check in on you while your parents have been away?”

Jimin grows ever redder. 

“Tell me, Jimin-ah,” Sunja leans on the counter, her face nearing his.

“Not every day,” Jimin mumbles.

“But nearly?”

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and nods.

“Sunja, he’s just a dear friend,” he tries again.

“Poppycock and nonsense,” Sunja says.

After a hug and kisses to cheeks, Jimin watches Sunja head back out into what looks like a torrential downpour. Just as she steps into the gravel road, a man darts over from across the street. Jimin, to his mortification, watches as Sunja turns to smirk noticeably in his direction before going on her way back home.

“Yoongi hyung, come in, out of the rain quickly,” Jimin ushers the drenched man across the threshold.

“Thanks, Jimin-ah,” the other man says quietly.

He’s wearing a nicely tailored black outfit, his black leather boots now muddy from the dash in the rain. All of him is dripping onto the wood floors of the shop..

“What are you doing out in this weather, hyung?” Jimin asks, hurrying to the back room to find a blanket to help dry Yoongi off with.

“The rain has been coming down so fiercely, I thought I should check to make sure you were alright. Has that leak upstairs been giving you any problems?” Yoongi asks. He accepts the blanket Jimin hands him with a soft smile, wrapping it around his shoulders.

“Ah, no, your last patch seems to be holding. Thank you, hyung,” Jimin replies.

Yoongi nods and they fall into a comfortable silence. Jimin decides to finish setting out the candles.

When he finishes, he turns his attention back to Yoongi. While he is positive the man is just a caring friend, Sunja’s teasing still hit a little close to home. Yoongi is reserved in mixed company, saves his conversation for his passions, and is extremely protective. He’s also an artisan carpenter—something that the townsfolk love to brag about. Their little town is honestly too small for the likes of Yoongi—something everyone was sure to tell Yoongi when he moved here from the big city. With an ache in his heart, Jimin can’t deny that he’s not more than a little in love with him. He just knows he’s not nearly accomplished enough—or cultured enough—to be deserving of the man.

“Sunja is back from the big city,” Jimin decides to say.

Yoongi nods again. “I saw her leaving the shop. I’m sorry to have missed her. I assume her trip was fruitful.”

“She does seem to have had a good time,” Jimin agrees. “I shall visit her tomorrow to see what she’s brought back with her.”

Yoongi smiles at this. “That sounds fun, Jimin-ah.”

“Would you be free for dinner tomorrow? I was thinking of making a stew,” Jimin asks.

Yoongi seems to perk up at the invitation. “Dinner would be lovely, Jimin.”

“Good, I’ll be sure to make it with the seasonings you like,” Jimin says with a smile that turns his eyes into crescents. 

“Don’t go out of your way. Whatever you make will be delicious, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi admonishes.

Jimin shakes his head still smiling. “I enjoy making it the way you like it.”

“Until tomorrow, then, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says with a nod. He takes the blanket and folds it before handing it back to Jimin. “Thank you for the lending of your blanket. Sorry for dripping on your floor.”

“See you tomorrow, Yoongi hyung,” Jimin says, shaking his head with a brilliant smile to dismiss the apologies. He hopes Yoongi can’t see the blush in his cheeks.

~

Yoongi likes the quiet town life. He spent his youth apprenticing in the big city several days' journal outside the Green Valley. After his parents passed away in the plague several years ago, he was left a sizable amount of land and the shop, which he converted to a carpentry. He sold much of the land and bought real estate in the big city as an investment. He figures he will work his carpentry until his body or eyes give out and then he can retire to the big city. Still, for now, he likes the quiet town life. He likes the inhabitants, even if they are a bit nosy sometimes.

“The rain has been falling for almost a fortnight now,” the portly man says to Yoongi.

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement as he finishes writing out the total for the pieces of furniture promised to this customer.

“Did you hear they were having trouble up at the dam?” the portly customer’s friend, who seems to have tagged along on this trip to the carpenter’s for no reason other than gossip.

“What about the dam?” the portly man asks.

“I heard from my friend, whose son is a worker up at the dam, that they were having trouble because of all this rain,” the friend says.

“What kind of trouble?” The portly man is frowning now.

The friend leans in conspiratorially and says in a hushed tone, “A leak. They don’t want to worry the town though.”

Yoongi furrows his brow at this. He hands over the slip and takes payment from the man. As the customers leave, he decides to close the shop early. He doesn’t like the idea the dam might be leaking. A small worm of anxiety settles in his head.

As he settles with his tea in his small living quarters above the carpenter’s shop, he watches the rain continue to fall. He looks across the street and sees at least one light still lit in the apartment of Jimin’s family. 

Yoongi found himself wondering if Jimin would consider traveling to the big city with him. At least until this horrendous rain stops. He knows Jimin’s never had the opportunity to travel outside the Green Valley. Most young people in the town have had the chance of at least one trip before they settle down into their adult lives with jobs and partners and families. Jimin’s parents were never fond of the big city, so Jimin never got to go.

Yoongi shakes his head  as he realizes he’s been daydreaming again. He knows he’s been too shy about things, too slow. He knows if he’s not careful someone else is going to come along and win Jimin’s heart first. And he really should do this in the right order—winning Jimin’s heart before galavanting off to the big city with him.

He sighs and takes a swig of tea. He scrunches his nose the moment it hits his tongue, realizing it’s gone cold. That’s a sign, if there ever was any, that it is high time for bed.

By the time he’s blowing out the candle lighting the room, casting eerie shadows across the ceiling and walls of his bedroom, the rain has stopped. The quiet from outside is almost disconcerting. Yoongi shakes his head, trying to dislodge the anxiety, perhaps. The rain has stopped. Everything will be fine.

~

Jimin is woken to a pounding below him on the door of his family’s shop. It’s dark. He’s faintly aware of the rain drilling down on the roof as he fumbles around for his robe. The pounding is so insistent, he doesn’t bother lighting a candle, but feels his way down the stairs to the shop door.

“Hyung? What’s the matter?” Jimin asks anxiously after opening the door to Yoongi standing in the rain, pale-faced and his robe soaked through, barely visible in the dark. Fear creeps through his veins, leaving him feeling breathless.

Before Yoongi could answer his question, a large cracking sound cut through the air. The one street lamp that was still burning, despite the rain coming down in sheets, flickers out.

“Shit,” Yoongi says. “We need to get to the roof, Jimin.”

“What? Why?” Jimin asks, knowing how small he sounds.

Instead of answering, Yoongi is feeling in the dark for Jimin’s hand. Yoongi’s fingers find Jimin’s forearm and feel their way down to interlace their fingers together. He pulls him back into the shop and towards the stairs.

“What’s the easiest way to get to the roof, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi says as he feels his way past the shop counter.

“There- there’s a ladder from my parents room,” Jimin says, shifting to take the lead and show Yoongi the way up the stairs to the second floor of his family’s home. “But- but, hyung, why do we need to be on the roof? The rain is coming down so hard. Won’t we drown up there?”

They reach the second floor and Jimin has one hand feeling along the wall, his other still entangled with Yoongi’s. He’s sliding the door to his parent’s room open before Yoongi answers him. His voice is so low, Jimin has to strain his ears to hear him.

“I think the dam is going to break. It’s not built to take this much rain, in this short of a period of time. I think the whole valley is going to flood.”

Jimin thinks his heart stopped for a brief moment. Then he’s pulling Yoongi into his parents’ bedroom.

Jimin stops in the center of the room and reluctantly releases Yoongi’s hand. “Wait here, I’ll pull the ladder down.”

The ladder is a simple one, made of rope and bamboo rungs. Before Jimin can’t think further, he’s guiding Yoongi to the rungs. Yoongi pushes Jimin forward to have him go first and climbs up after him.

The rain is cold and unrelenting as they pull themselves through the trap door onto the tile roof. The light is at least a little better up here, the dim at least allowing the two men to find their way to a rafter of wood sticking out at the juncture of the roof. It’s slow going as they try not to slip on the wet tiles of the roof. Jimin is still barefoot and scrabbles to hang on in some spots, almost crawling on all fours, rather than walking upright.

“Sit here,” Yoongi says as he guides Jimin by the shoulders to tuck himself into the joint at the roof. It’s only a small reprieve from the rain still pelting down.

Jimin watches as Yoongi pulls a length of rope from his waist and starts securing it around the rafter. Then he motions for Jimin to lift his arms and binds Jimin to the wood.

“What are you doing?” Jimin asks. He has to half-shout in the din of the rain. There’s also an undeniable other noise that could almost have been mistaken for that fancy motorcar that rumbles around town.

“This will keep you secure in case the roof comes loose,” Yoongi says matter-of-factly as he keeps working on wrapping the rope around Jimin and the rafter, then securing a very complicated looking knot.

Jimin feels the burn of tears in his eyes. “What about you, hyung?”

The other noise might be a big train rolling toward them, as the sound grows louder. It’s the sort of thing Jimin has only heard a few times, seeing friends and family off at the train station at the other end of the valley.

“I don’t have enough rope. I just grabbed the first thing I could in the shop on the way over,” he replies. He says this quietly, but Jimin doesn't need to truly hear the words to understand what is happening.

“Hyung! What about you?” he shouts. His tears track down his cheeks, becoming indiscernible from the rain drops.

Yoongi seems content with his knots and tucks himself in against the rafter next to Jimin. He loops his arms around Jimin’s waist and Jimin completes the hug with his own arms grasped tightly around Yoongi’s neck. The rumbling underneath the rain grows louder. Jimin can almost feel the vibrations of the sound through the tiles of the roof.

With his face tucked onto Jimin’s shoulder, he doesn’t need to shout for Jimin to hear him say, “I will hold on tight. I love you, Jimin-ah. I’m sorry I was too cowardly to tell you before now.”

Jimin’s arms hold Yoongi impossibly tighter, tears blurring completely with the rain, as he says, “I love you, Yoongi.”

The rumbling, roaring sound becomes louder, with other noises Jimin doesn’t understand. Everything is so loud, he’s not sure it can be real—the way it leaves him feeling deaf to anything and everything else. It’s not until later, he realizes the crackling, banging, sheer loudness of everything, is actually his entire town—the place he’s lived his whole life—being uprooted and smashed apart by a great wall of water.

Chapter 2. The Flood.

Earth. Jimin wrinkles his nose as the scents of mud, earth, and silt assault him. The next thing he notices is the sun, shining brightly, as he squints his eyes open. As he blinks, trying to adjust to the light, the full force of aching throughout his body hits him. Everything hurts.

Lifting his hand to shade his eyes, Jimin tries to make sense of what he’s seeing. There’s brown water everywhere before him. And debris, broken timber and ripped up trees, floats in the brown water in mangled slow-moving masses. As his eyes acclimate, he realizes he’s seeing parts of buildings, roofs, and other refuse that used to be his town.

Turning his neck, the pain echoes through his body again. He realizes he’s still tied tightly to the rafter of his roof. He sluggishly reaches for where Yoongi had tied the knots that kept him secure. 

The thought of Yoongi has adrenaline coursing through his veins in an instant. His lungs feel as if they’ve been punched when he tries to sit up quickly, only to be held down by the ropes, to look around for the other man. He’s nowhere to be seen.

“Yoongi?” Jimin shouts. His voice is harsh, as if overused. He tries to cough and clear his throat, but feels trapped by the ropes that may have likely saved his life.

Jimin spends several minutes struggling with the knots. They are waterlogged making loosening them almost impossible. But eventually, with sore fingers, he digs the knots loose. Ignoring the pain still radiating through him, he quickly pushes the rope away from his body so he can move. He at least has the presence of mind to keep the rope, tying it carefully to the rafter, in case he needs it again later.

Now that he can move, Jimin carefully looks around what is left of his family home’s roof. Only part of the roof seems to have survived, giving him only a small platform to crawl on. He doesn’t stray too far from the rafter for fear of capsizing his makeshift vessel.

“Yoongi!” he shouts again. There is an eerie silence that surrounds him. There’s a distant creaking sound of timber colliding in the water.

Then he sees his first body. A man is floating face down in the brown water, wearing now-dirty sleeping robes. He floats by Jimin’s roof, close enough that Jimin could reach out if he wants to.

A sob escapes Jimin as he watches the body float by. The man is stoutly built, so Jimin knows he’s not Yoongi. Since he is not Yoongi, he doesn’t really want to know which neighbor met such a fate. Not yet, at any rate. 

“Yoongi, hyung,” Jimin whimpers as he presses himself back against the rafter. “Where are you?”

~

Jimin doesn’t know how long he’s been floating down this vast brown, debris-filled river, when his little roof refuge gets entangled in the roots of a tree. The collision is soft, as the water isn’t moving very quickly, but still alarms Jimin. He tenses as he waits for the roof to capsize. He can swim, but not that well. He certainly wouldn’t trust whatever debris is floating underneath this opaque water not to snare even the best of swimmers.

He sits frozen for a moment before he hears the soft clucking sound coming from the direction of the tree roots. He slowly crawls closer to the edge of the roof where the roots have been caught up with the jagged wood and tile.

In the roots, which are much like branches sticking up into the air above the water, sits a small lavender-grey hen. She’s nestled down in the roots, looking not-that-worse-for-wear, but also clearly not happy about the current state of things. Jimin can relate.

“Hello, beautiful,” Jimin coos. He’s as close to the edge and the roots as he dares without risking capsizing the whole platform.

The hen tilts her head in his direction in interest. Jimin clicks his tongue and holds out a gentle hand in her direction.

“Do you want to ride together, beautiful?” Jimin asks the hen. He tries clicking his tongue again.

She stares at him for a moment, as if in thought. Then further on, out in the water, metal clangs. Jimin thinks two large metal objects must have collided with one another. It’s enough to startle the chicken though, she flaps her wings dramatically and hops over to Jimin’s roof. Then she heads to the rafter, where she settles down.

Jimin smiles at her, crawling back in her direction, slowly so as to not scare her. Just as he’s settling back down against the rafter, the whole roof shakes. He looks around in alarm to find another pile of mangled wood has caught on the tree roots, pulling the roots away from his roots. The roof wobbles as it breaks free and floats on.

Jimin chuckles nervously and looks back at the hen. She seems nonplussed about everything. He reaches out his hand slowly, waiting for her to show her discomfort. When she just watches him, unmoving, he lets his hand run gently along her back.

“Well, this sure is a predicament, isn’t it, beautiful?” Jimin murmurs. He looks across the landscape again, wondering what his next move will be. The water has to end eventually, right? Or he will hit land of some kind? He doesn’t imagine there will be people around to rescue him anytime soon, but maybe he will find other survivors that made it to safety like he did.

That last thought has tears prickling his eyes. He worries about the townspeople and his friends. Most importantly, though, he worries about Yoongi, who selflessly brought rope to save Jimin. He hopes beyond hope that he’s just floating on another piece of roof, unharmed.

~

Jimin wakes with a headache. The sun is shining in full force, bearing down on his little piece of rooftop. He’s realizing he should have done more to protect his head and face, but it’s too late now. He also realizes that if he doesn’t find land soon, he might well die of dehydration. Foolish. He mentally kicks himself for not staying awake to keep an eye out for help.

As he looks out at his surroundings, everything looks much the same. The sun hasn’t helped matters much—like in drying up the water, for example—but has clearly intensified the smells. Jimin wrinkles his nose at the putrid smells of decay that emanate from the water itself. As if to prove a point, his eyes catch on the remains of a horse floating at some distance. Nausea roils in his stomach.

He turns and gently picks up the chicken, after she offers no protest. He settles her on his lap, petting soothingly down her back, as he looks out across the brown expanse. Another woman’s body, tangled up in another mass of tree roots, floats by and Jimin closes his eyes. They burn behind his eyelids, but no more tears come.

The sun is hot as he lays there and he doesn’t know how much time is passing. He still feels sick to his stomach and he shivers beneath his robes, which strikes him as odd with the sun being so warm. He moves to curl up under the rafter as much as he can, still holding the little hen in his arms. The beam does not provide much in the way of shade, unfortunately.

The sun crosses the sky, getting lower on the horizon of the mountains to the west. Jimin watches the mountains and thinks of the dam, somewhere up there that must have broken, causing this disaster that is unfolding around him. He wonders how much water those mountains must have been holding for there to be enough to fill the whole of Green Valley.

“Jimin-ssi?” he hears someone shout from far away.

He looks towards the voice to see a pair of people floating on a roof in the distance. He doesn’t recognize them, but his vision is a bit blurry. He blames dehydration.

“Jimin-ssi!” the second person shouts. Both people wave their arms in his direction.

He lifts one arm to wave back, but both makeshift rafts are slowly floating away from one another. Jimin looks around, imagining he might be able to find something to use as a paddle, but nothing presents itself. So, instead, he watches the raft carrying the pair float further and further away. He imagines they might be scrambling around trying to find a way to reach him, but can’t actually see well enough to be sure.

Later, with the sun even lower on the horizon, the car floats by. Jimin almost laughs, but can’t find the energy for it, as he watches the motorcar—in near pristine condition, at least the parts he can see—float along, as if ready to be driven through the water. He remembers when the owner had driven around town, so proud of his purchase and everyone else so proud they were a town that boasted a motorcar. 

Jimin’s stomach drops as he wonders where the owner of the car is now and if he’s okay. Then melancholy sweeps over him as he realizes those streets, the whole town, are gone, swept away in this brown, smelly water.

He shivers again and fights back the nausea that rolls through him again. He wonders if he sleeps, he can wake to find this is all just a bad dream.

~

“Jimin? Jimin-ah, wake up,” a voice calls to him gently. Jimin can feel someone squeezing his shoulder. “Jimin-ah, can you hear me?”

Jimin moans in response and furrows his brow. He squeezes his eyes before trying to open them. His head is pounding something fierce. Other parts of him ache and he’s still nauseous, but the headache is the worst.

“I have some water, if you can sit up a bit, Jimin-ah,” the voice says and the hand moves to his back to help him sit up.

He opens his eyes, but he can’t make sense of what he’s seeing, he’s so dizzy. 

“Where- what?” he tries to ask.

The voice shushes him with a pat. When Jimin feels himself helped up, the hand moves away. Then there is something pressing against his lips and he can feel cool water. His body almost reacts without his consent, as it moves quickly to drink down the offering.

“That’s right, Jimin-ah, drink, please,” the voice murmurs.

When the water is gone, Jimin tries to open his eyes to see his surroundings again. Everything is still blurry.

“Where am I?” he asks.

“We found your roof floating and managed to pull you in. This is a piece of elevated land that the flood didn’t reach. We’ve been sending out rescue parties to find survivors,” a new voice says.

Jimin blinks to try to clear his vision. This time it works, probably thanks to the portion of water. Before him is a campfire and the man across from him he recognizes as the blacksmith, Tonghyun. Jimin blinks at him, trying to process what he’s said.

“Drink some more water, Jimin-ah,” the first voice says from his side. This time, though, he recognizes who is speaking. 

Jimin turns quickly to see Yoongi sitting next to him offering a bowl of water. Jimin glances up and down looking for injuries, his eyes lingering on the sling Yoongi’s arm is snugly wrapped in. With his good arm, Yoongi pushes the bowl of water up to Jimin’s lips before Jimin can say anything. Jimin drinks the water down obediently before he tries to speak again.. 

“Yoongi? Hyung, you’re here,” is the first thing Jimin says when the bowl of water is set aside.

Yoongi smiles. He almost looks apologetic as he says, “I tried holding on, but the water was too strong. Luckily I was able to grab onto something, a beam, I think, and stayed afloat. Dislocated my shoulder, though.”

Jimin nods, eyeing the sling again. “You’re otherwise uninjured?”

Yoongi takes his hand with his good one and smiles again. He says, “Just bumps and scrapes, nothing serious. I am so glad they found you.”

Jimin smiles, but then he’s shivering again—his whole body wracked with chills. Yoongi frowns and moves himself closer so he’s taking on some of Jimin’s body weight with his own, pulling Jimin into his side.

“You have sun sickness, I think,” Yoongi says quietly. “No water to drink and in the heat of the sun for too long.”

Jimin nods but it’s lost in his shivers. Yoongi tuts in concern and wraps his good arm around Jimin’s shoulders.

“Let’s get one more serving of water in you before we go lay down, alright, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asks. “Your body needs rest.”

After helping Jimin drink another bowl of water, Yoongi shows him to a small sleeping area with one blanket and another torn blanket tied to a small tree to create the effect of a lean-to structure. He helps Jimin lie down on the blanket and wrap the other half over the top of him. When he settles Jimin, Yoongi lies down on the dirt next to him.

“You don’t have a blanket,” Jimin murmurs, already half asleep.

Yoongi chuckles. Jimin can feel the rumble against his back, through the thin blanket, where Yoongi is pressed.

“Sleep, darling. Don’t worry about anything else,” Yoongi says.

~

The first thought Jimin has when he wakes is of his beautiful hen. When he asks Yoongi if she was rescued with him, Yoongi promptly brings her to him. She had, apparently, been leery of the others but didn’t want to leave Jimin. Now she’s sitting in Jimin’s lap while he eats a piece of bread the group had managed to scrounge up from somewhere.

Yoongi seems to be arguing animatedly with another man that Jimin can’t quite remember the name of. Jimin almost feels bad, now that Yoongi is here, he’s mostly sitting back and letting the older man take charge. Of course, when he voiced this worry, Yoongi just gave him a raised eyebrow and said those suffering from sun sickness should be resting and not worrying about such frivolous things.

So, Jimin sits, petting his hen and watching Yoongi argue. When the older man turns back to walk across the campsite, Jimin can’t tell if the scowl on his face means good news or bad news.

“Everything okay, Yoongi?” Jimin asks when Yoongi sits down next to him with a huff.

Yoongi hums and watches Jimin pet the hen for a moment before answering further. Eventually, he says, “I was asking for a boat to get us out of the valley. Honestly, I’m a little worried about you. I want to find a doctor for you.”

Jimin looks at him in surprise. “Am I that ill?”

“Sun sickness can be very serious, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi murmurs, still watching Jimin pet the hen. “You don’t need to worry about it. Just rest. I’ll find a way to get you to the city.”

“You hear that, beautiful? Yoongi is going to take us to the big city,” Jimin whispers into the hen’s ear, knowing he’s loud enough for Yoongi to hear him. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Yoongi’s lips turn upward into a fond smile.

Jimin is not sure how he does it, but by midday, Yoongi has secured a rickety boat and oars. One of the conditions is they take some of the other injured and sick with them, but Jimin is glad to be helping people anyway.

The journey is arduous. Jimin curls himself in the boat with his hen on his lap, taking up as little space in the boat as possible. They try to triage the others so that those both most in need and also most likely to be able endure the journey are prioritized for the other spots in the boat. Another man, Jitae, Jimin thinks his name is, takes a second pair of oars to help Yoongi with the heavy boat.

They reach the valley entrance, night has fallen and they have to make camp under the stars. Yoongi lies close to Jimin, to try to help regulate his body heat. It is that night that Jimin recognizes why Yoongi might be worried about his health. He’s not sure how much he is going in and out of consciousness rather than sleep, as his body quakes and shakes.

They walk, with Jimin riding on Yoongi’s back for some of the way, until they reach an inn. Once there, things happen more quickly. News of the flood has spread already and apparently rescue screws were already being organized from the big city. Yoongi is able to secure a carriage to carry those with the most emergent injuries, including Jimin.

The next Jimin is aware, he’s tucked into a bed—a real bed. He’s tired, but feeling decidedly less ill than before. A tall man is bending over a fire across the room, stoking it up.

When he turns back, he breaks into a dimpled smile upon seeing Jimin awake.

“Park Jimin-ssi, you’re up,” he says. “My name is Kim Namjoon. I’m a close colleague of Yoongi hyung. Please call me hyung.”

Jimin bows his head awkwardly from his pillow. He says with a scratchy voice, “Nice to meet you, Namjoon hyung.”

“Where is Yoongi hyung?” he asks after looking around the cozy room.

“He’s gone out on business. I think he’s trying to sort out insurance and file reports about the flood.”

“Ah,” Jimin nods. “My- my hen?”

“She’s resting comfortably with my own hens in the hutch in the yard,” Namjoon says. He brings Jimin a cup of water. “She’ll be moved to your home, where I think Yoongi is building a yard for her. But renovations won’t be complete for a week or two.”

“Home?” Jimin wrinkles his brow.

“Ah, I think I wasn’t supposed to mention it. Sorry,” Namjoon ducks in head, chagrined. “I always hyung not to tell me secrets.”

“Secrets?” Jimin asks.

“Yah, Namjoon-ah, what did I tell you?” Yoongi says as he walks through the door.

“Sorry, hyung,” Namjoon says, but he’s smiling.

Jimin watches Yoongi walk towards him. The sling is gone and other than being a little more tan from the journey, Yoongi looks the same as ever. 

“Jimin-ah, you’re awake,” Yoongi says softly as he sits in the chair next to the bed. He takes one of Jimin’s hands in his, running a thumb across Jimin’s knuckles. Jimin feels his body warming at the fondness all over the older’s face.

Both men say their goodbyes to Namjoon as he excuses himself to go run errands now that Yoongi is back. Yoongi asks after Jimin’s health and makes sure he has a little porridge and more water before he addresses anything of substance in their conversation.

“Since Namjoon has partially spoiled the surprise, I will just say things now so that you aren’t worrying,” Yoongi says softly. He sounds exasperated, but his face says nothing but that he’s endeared by his friend. “I would like to ask for your hand in marriage. I have property here in town. The house is being renovated currently and, with your consent, I would like to include you in the planning. I would like to include you in all of my future plans.”

Jimin smiles as he sees Yoongi’s ears turn red at the confession.

“Of course, I will marry you, Yoongi. I love you,” Jimin says. He leans forward into Yoongi’s chest, feeling his hyung’s heartbeat steady and comforting against his ear. He can hear the whisper from Yoongi, who has started to stroke his hair, “I love you, too, Jimin-ah.”

Chapter 3. The Sun.

Jimin and Yoongi marry the following spring. 

The sun shines brightly on their wedding day, casting a golden glow over the small ceremony. Standing under a simple wooden arbor covered in purple wisteria, Jimin wears a red hanbok, adorned with delicate embroidery and a matching silk sash. Yoongi looks dashing in his navy blue suit, crisp white shirt underneath and a black tie to complete the look. His hair is neatly styled, and red embroidered flowers adorn his lapel.

The red silk of his wedding hanbok feels soft in Jimin's hands as he looks across to his small group of friends and family. His parents had reunited with him in the aftermath of the flood, having been stuck in an inn during the torrential rains while they were traveling back to Green Valley. Jimin feels a sense of relief and joy that they can be here with him on this special day. He ignores the small tug at his heart for the many people who cannot be here. Song Sunja. So many others from Green Valley.

As they exchange vows, Jimin feels the weight of the sun on his shoulders, but it is a comforting warmth. The ceremony is simple. The vows are a modest reaffirmation of what the pair already know. Jimin's heart swells with emotion as Yoongi takes his hands in his own, looking deeply into Jimin's eyes and promising to love him until the end of his days.

After the ceremony, they host a joyous celebration in the garden of their home. The space is filled with flowers and colorful lanterns, and the mouth-watering scent of their favorite foods wafts through the air. Jimin and Yoongi dance side by side under the sun, their friends and family quietly joining in the festivities. 

As the day turns to night and the party winds down, and they've said goodbye to all of their guests, Jimin and Yoongi retire to their bedroom. The room is decorated with red silk sheets and lit by the soft glow of paper lanterns. The sun has set, but the warm glow of love still radiates between them. Jimin's breath catches at the beautiful arrangement of the room.

"When did you have time to do this, hyung?" he asks, peering at the older man who is looking sheepish.

"Namjoon helped me this afternoon when you were showing your parents the new garden," Yoongi replies. A beautiful light pink dusts his cheeks.

Jimin smiles, endeared. He whispers, "Thank you. It's beautiful."

He leans into tenderly place a kiss on Yoongi's cheek. Yoongi turns to face Jimin, cupping his face in his hands. Jimin can see the desire in his eyes as Yoongi leans in to kiss Jimin's lips. As they meet, and the kiss is sweet and tender. After pulling away, Yoongi rests his forehead against Jimin's.

"It might be indelicate of me to say, but I've been waiting for this moment for so long," he whispers.

"So have I," Jimin replies, running his hands over Yoongi's chest, twisting his fingers under the lapels of the jacket, feeling the embroidery under his fingertips. He can feel a blush creeping up on his cheeks. 

Yoongi undresses Jimin slowly, his fingers tracing over each curve and contour, sending shivers down Jimin's spine. When Jimin recovers his wits, he returns the favor, struggling occasionally with the more complicated buttons and fastenings of Yoongi's suit. 

They undress each other slowly, savoring each touch and caress. Jimin's heart skips a beat as Yoongi's gentle fingers trail down his body, igniting a fire within him. The room is filled with silence, except for the soft rustling sounds of clothes being shed and the occasional, shared breaths between them.

As Yoongi leans in to kiss Jimin again, traces of the warmth of the sun's glow still on their skin seems to accentuate the heat between them. Jimin runs his hands over Yoongi's defined muscles, electrified by the feeling of Yoongi's skin against his.

The kisses start slowly, belying the eagerness both are feeling, but soon they become more urgent, knowing they have been holding back for far too long. Yoongi gently pushes Jimin back onto the bed, his lips trailing down Jimin's neck and chest, as Jimin gasps and arches his back with pleasure at each caress.

Jimin's breath hitches as he feels Yoongi's body move against his own, and he moans softly as their bodies become fully intertwined. 

The night is filled with the sounds of their passion, the warmth of their love, and the gentle glow of the paper lanterns.

~

Days after the wedding roll quietly one after the other, spring giving way to summer. 

Yoongi has built a spacious yard just for Jimin’s hen, who seems thrilled with her new space. The garden blooms with a variety of colorful flowers and plants, the vibrant colors of pink azaleas, yellow daffodils, and white camellias setting an almost magical mood. In between bouts of rain, the air is humid and warm – perfect for spending afternoons in the garden with a good book or just lying in the grass and watching clouds float across the sky. Jimin often ventures out to take care of his hen as she pecks around, content in her own haven within the garden walls. 

Despite the occasional bouts of sadness on remembering life before the flood, Jimin is content in his new, small world, taking care of his home, garden, and hen.

One day, while tending to the garden, Jimin notices a new sprout peeking up from the soil. He cheers under his breath, feeling a sense of accomplishment at the new life he has helped bring forth. As he leans over to inspect the sprout, he feels a pair of hands wrap around his waist, startling him out of his reverie.

"Yoongi!" Jimin exclaims with a laugh, turning to face his husband. Yoongi grins at him, his eyes soft and fond.

"I thought I'd surprise you," he says , pulling Jimin in for a gentle kiss. Jimin's heart flutters as he wraps his arms around Yoongi's neck, cherishing the warmth of his embrace, never minding the dirt from the garden getting on Yoongi's clothes.

"There's something I want to show you," Yoongi adds, taking Jimin's hand and leading him towards the back of the yard. Jimin follows eagerly, feeling a sense of excitement bubble up within him.

As they approach a small clearing in the yard, Yoongi stops and turns towards Jimin, his eyes lighting up with anticipation.

"I've been working on something for a few weeks now," Yoongi says, stepping aside to reveal a new greenhouse, constructed from glass and wood. The structure sparkles in the sunlight, casting a warm glow over the surrounding grass. Jimin gasps in awe, his eyes widening with delight.

"It's beautiful," he says, walking towards the greenhouse and peering inside. Inside, the air is filled with the warm, earthy scent of soil. Rows of planters of dirt wait for seeds.

Jimin walks further into the greenhouse, inspecting everything carefully. The glass panes of the greenhouse gleam and the wood paneling and beams are intricate - just like something a carpenter would build. The wood is a solid, dark brown in color, stained so that it matches the hue of the soil within the planters. The panels are smooth to the touch when Jimin runs his hands across a beam, and warm as if they have been sitting in the sun for hours. The wood is sturdy and strong, able to withstand the elements.

"It's for you, Jimin," Yoongi says softly, coming up behind Jimin and wrapping his arms around his waist and hooking his chin over the younger's shoulder. "I know how much you love gardening, and I wanted to create a space for you when summer wanes."

Jimin turns to face Yoongi, feeling a sense of overwhelming love and gratitude. "Thank you, hyung," he says, leaning in for a tender kiss.

As the days pass, Jimin spends his time in the greenhouse, tending to his plants and watching them grow. The warm glow of the sun filters through the glass panes, casting a gentle light over the greenery. Jimin feels a sense of peace wash over him as he works, the quiet rustling of the leaves soothing any of his sadder thoughts.

~

One stormy night, Jimin awakens to the sound of rain pounding against the rooftop. He had grown accustomed to the sound of rain after the flood, but the sound of wind howling and windows rattling unnerves him. He turns to Yoongi, who is sleeping fitfully beside him, and shakes his shoulder gently.

"Yoongi, wake up," he whispers urgently. Yoongi stirs, opening his eyes groggily.

"What is it, Jimin?" he mumbles, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

As he blinks at Jimin, a look of understanding blooms on his face. He pulls Jimin into his arms and says, "It's alright. We're safe here."

Neither of them sleep much that night, listening to the storm rage on outside and remembering a different storm altogether. But inevitably, the sun shines again. 

It is early morning when Jimin and Yoongi venture out into the gardens. The sun shines brightly across the horizon, casting its warm light over everything. As they step into the garden, they notice that nothing has been damaged by the storm, save for a few branches that have fallen across their path.

Jimin sighs in relief as he surveys the greenhouse and surrounding gardens. They are unscathed and seemingly untouched by the storm. He smiles in content as he looks around, his eyes taking in all of the color and vibrancy of nature before him. It is beautiful to be able to step outside and take it all in, safe from any harm that may come their way.

As Jimin walks along the path, he inspects each plant carefully, taking note of any damage that may have occurred during the night. Thankfully, it appears that everything has remained unharmed—even his newly planted seeds seem to be doing well despite some unexpected moisture from the rain. He continues walking around until he comes upon an old bench that Yoongi had placed near one of the trees several months ago. 

He sits down on it and watches as Yoongi walks towards him with a small smile on his face. Yoongi takes a seat beside him on the bench, their thighs brushing against one another. Jimin leans against Yoongi's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body and the comfort of his embrace.

Yoongi turns to Jimin and takes his hand, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. "I'm so glad we're safe, Jimin-ah," he says, his voice soft and comforting.

Jimin nods in agreement, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for Yoongi's presence in his life. "Me too, hyung."

Yoongi smiles at him and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin's lips.

As they sit there on the bench, the warmth of the sun enveloping them, they feel a sense of contentment settle over them. They are safe, together. Jimin takes Yoongi's hand in his and intertwines their fingers, feeling the strength and warmth of Yoongi's grip. 

"Let's stay here for a while," Jimin murmurs, leaning his head against Yoongi's shoulder.

Yoongi nods in agreement, a smile playing on his lips. They sit there together, basking in the warm sunlight and the sweet smell of blooming flowers. For Jimin, it feels like nothing can touch them in this moment—they are safe and secure, surrounded by the love they share and the beauty of the world around them. As the sun slowly sets, they make their way back to their home, grateful for another day spent together and the promise of more to come.

~

Inevitably, summer turns to fall. The sun is gentle and the air crisp as red and orange maple leaves line the pathways that wind through Jimin and Yoongi's garden. Persimmons hang heavy, resting on the eaves of hanok. The garden is surrounded by a myriad of colors, from the rich coppers and rusts of the autumn leaves to the vibrant yellows and oranges of the flowers that carpet the ground. Soft chrysanthemums in shades of yellow, bronze, and white line the pathways that take Jimin and Yoongi through their garden. 

Neither Yoongi nor Jimin take any day they spend together for granted. They cherish each moment, knowing that life is fragile and can change in an instant. One warm day, Jimin and Yoongi spend their afternoon sitting in their garden. They sit atop a blanket spread out across the grass and savor each other's company as they share stories from their pasts. It feels like everything around them has paused in this moment—the birds stilled in their song and time standing still for just a little while longer.

As they look around them at the vibrant colors of autumn, they can't help but feel grateful for this space that allowed them to find solace from all of life's storms. They sit in silence for a few moments more before finally rising to their feet and heading inside for dinner, feeling contented with one another and in knowing that wherever life takes them next, this place will always remain a safe haven full of warmth and beauty.

As the days grow shorter and the air turns crisp, Yoongi spends more and more time in his shop, creating small pieces of furniture and necessities for the people in town in preparation for winter. Jimin takes pleasure in visiting him after work, watching him work with his hands, and listening to him talk about his craft.

One day, Jimin arrives at the shop to find Yoongi working meticulously on a wooden keepsake box. As Jimin approaches, he sees a small, delicate carving of a butterfly etched into the lid. He pauses, watching Yoongi work with a focus that he often reserves for tasks he cares deeply about.

When Yoongi finishes, he looks up and catches Jimin's eye. "It's for you, Jimin," he says softly, rising from his workbench and crossing the room to hand it to him. "Still needs a final coat of polish."

Jimin takes the box in his hands, running his fingers over the smooth wood and tracing the lines of the butterfly. He opens the box and inside, he finds a note, written in Yoongi's hand. Tears fill his eyes as he reads the poem.

Moonlight dimly flow in the cool breeze.

This eager longing for you,

beautifully and graciously put together with the breeze and moonlight

When will we meet

The you that I miss, and miss again

A part of my past

A part of me

The you that I miss now and forever

When will we meet

Sunlight glows, standing beautifully in front of me

Sun soaked warmth beneath my touch

Even when you are in front of me

A part of my future

When will we meet

The you that I miss, and miss again

~

When winter finally comes again, Yoongi does not even bat an eye when Jimin brings his beloved hen in at the first sign of snow.

"She'll be cold out in the snow alone," Jimin states after catching Yoongi watching him carry her through their home's threshold.

Yoongi just nods with a small smile, saying nothing at all.

The hen clucks softly in the corner of their living room, content to be near Jimin. As the soft powder falls, the garden transitions into a place of peaceful beauty. The snow glistens under the bright light of the moon, like a million stars have fallen to the ground. 

Jimin and Yoongi cuddle in the candlelight of their cozy home, exchanging warm cups of tea and sweet whispers as they spend their long nights together.

If Jimin's hen ends up with several chicken friends in the yard the following spring, Yoongi has nothing to add to that except nod and knowing smile.

#bts fanfic #thearmyprof #bts ff #myg #pjm #yoonmin #angst with a happy ending #romance #natural disasters #emotional support chicken

[vinetae]

Jimin as our chiropractor and there's heavy tension, after a few sessions with the short clothings and the sound y/n makes jimin loses his control

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Chiropractor!AU, Smut, Old Friends.

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: I don't think I've ever read a chiropractor fanfic before. XDD Thank You for this request, and I hope you enjoy! Let me know if there are some things in it that you would like me to change/modify.

I'll call thissssssss

"Flames of Us."

Enjoy!

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"and, done!" You shut the screen of your laptop, throwing yourself back against the cushioned office chair. The wheels roll back a bit from the sudden weight.

"Now all I have to do is send this in to my editor-" The doorbell sounds, as it is quickly followed by a loud crash that echoed outside of your door.

You quickly run down the stairs of your two story house that your aunt has been letting you rent out for the past two semesters while she's away in Bora Bora on retirement. The door opens to reveal a smiling young boy that's around your age. His jet-black locks fall Infront of his face, blocking his vision but making a cute look that others would admire. He flashes a shy bunny-toothed smile as his arms swing nervously back and forth while holding his pillow in hand.

"Uh, this is the right place, right?" You glance down, seeing a small suitcase hiding behind his built frame. Smiling, you lean against the door frame while crossing your arms.

"I presume you're Jungkook, correct?" He quickly nods at your question, as his sights travel down to where you'd been looking. The small black shiny little suitcase that had a few Avenger stickers on the front. The navy blue handle attached along with it.

"Yeah. My other stuff is in my car. I just didn't wanna get it all out and find that this is the wrong address.." He shyly smiles, as you widen the door gesturing for him to join you inside. He carefully walks in, admiring the beautiful pieces of artwork your grandmother had gifted your aunt before she died as he makes his way through the house entry.

"Wow.. Is that Italy?" He questions, eyebrows knitting together in focus.

"Sure is. It's a whole set, actually. My aunt got them before my grandma died. They both shared a love for weird stuff but I never really got into it." You lean in close, creating an eerie ambience of silence before whispering in a hushed tone.

"I sometimes actually think it's haunted.." His eyes widen at that. You burst into a small fit of giggles at his cute expression.

"Ah, I'm just teasing you! Nothing here's haunted, promise." You reach your pinky out for him to grab. He hesitates, but soon joins your finger with his own. You pull away, stretching your back while glancing out the front door's big glass window at his tiny packed car.

"So, shall we get started?"

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Well one thing's for sure. His personality defiantly didn't match his looks. The black inked tattooed sleeve had cover almost all of his right arm. He had removed his leather jacket a while back to reveal a sleek back T-shirt underneath. His prominent biceps had no trouble in making that 200 pound dresser look easy to lift. If you had one word to describe Jungkook so far, it'd have to be black. He straightens up, as you watch him twist and pop his back before shaking an imaginary chill-like feeling off, getting ready to get back to work. You'd helped him move the small stuff at first. Testing your own rusty strengths with each piece of furniture.

First, it had been the pillows to his bed.

Next, a few boxes full of knickknacks.

Third, his huge box that held all of his gaming equipment. Now, you two had been halfway up the stairs with his bedframe that had been so kindly dropped off by one of his acquaintances by trailer, You'd been leading, and he was supporting.

His black steel bedframe had been a lot different to haul than his measly little nightstand.

"Okay now swing it your way- wait!" You quickly stop, making sure your side doesn't make a dent in his wall. He panics at your sudden voice, and immediately stops.

"What what?! Did we hit something??" You shake your head, picking your side of the board up once more.

"No, I've got it. I just had to re-adjust. Alright, keep going." He nods and lifts his side as you both continue to share the equally back-breaking weight of his steel headboard. Finally, you'd made it to the top of the stairs. Once in his new bedroom, you set your end down. His follows in suit as well. You take in a deep breath, quietly admiring all of your hard work.

"Alright, seems like that's everything." He looks around the room with crossed arms, mirroring your expression with an accomplished smile.

"So, wanna order something?"

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Once the food had arrived, it was time to stuff your faces after a long, hard day's of work. You'd both been enjoying the peaceful small chatter while the television played in the background. The To-Go cups and bowls spread all around your coffee table as you both chow down on some well deserved munchies. It had been extremely relaxing, until a loud beeping noise had started blaring outside. You look to Jungkook who'd been mid-bite with his egg roll. He shrugs as you both quickly stand to go look out the window. His eyes light up in realization.

"Oh, I forgot! My parents were stopping by to bring my old dresser. It's been in my family for generations."

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Jungkook had originally planned for his brother to come and help him move it up the stairs into his room, but his parents had said that his brother had an emergency with his girlfriend, so they brought it to him instead. However, soon they realized that Jungkook's father hadn't been up to the task when he threw out his back trying to lift one side of the dresser. Now, you'd been mid-haul as you both had stopped to take a break on the flat deck of your staircase. Your breaths had matched in a labored pattern, as you watched his one fluffy jet-black locks now greasily slick back with how much sweat his body had been producing from all the moving earlier.

"Alright, you ready?" You nod, getting in position to pick up your weight again. He does the same, and takes in a deep breath.

"Don't drop it on your toes, okay? And lift with your legs! If not, you'll throw out your back like my dad" He chuckles before you give him a go-ahead nod. Everything had been going smoothly until you felt a searing pain shoot up through your back.

"Fuck!" You curse out, quickly dropping your side to sooth your aching arche. He stumbles a bit but finally lets down his side safely, before rushing over to your aid.

"Shit- what happened??" You groan in pain as the gunshot-like spikes stabs you repeatedly in what had felt like your spine.

"Ah fucking shit!" He quickly helps you to your bum, rushing to your fridge before returning with an ice pack.

"I'm so sorry- I should've just waited for my brother to come by tomorrow-" You shake your head trying to shut his victim card up.

"No, it was my fault. I should've lifted with my legs like your said" Your head hits the stairs softly as you groan out in pain. He reaches into the deeps of his jean pockets before pulling out his cellphone.

"I have a friend that could help. When I dislocated my shoulder during my wrestling years, this guy had popped it back into place in no time." He dials the number to hold it up to his ear. You chuckle, quickly stopping yourself as it had made matters even worse.

"It's fine Jungkook, I just need to walk it off-" You sits you back down with one arm before you even had the chance to deny. "Trust me, he's amazing. Better than any masseuse I've ever gone to even."

___

Somehow Jungkook had convinced you to go. It was getting pretty late out, but his friend said that he could keep his office open a few more hours because he'd already been in the middle of paperwork anyways. Jungkook had helped you into his car as to make sure not to break you even more. -His words not yours-

The man had already been at the entry door, holding it open as Jungkook carefully lead you through the doors. The man flashes you a smile, as Jungkook helps you up onto the table that stood in the middle of a tiny room. The baby blue colors with gray ash tones had suited Jungkook's friend's persona perfectly. It had been like any other chiropractor's office you'd been too. Those visits weren't for you, no. But you aunt had always had some kind of problem with her bones for some reason. The florescent light shine brightly as the man had carefully shut the door before making his way over to the table you'd been laid down on. Jungkook sat in the corner, tapping his heel against the cold tiles of the room, watching as to what exactly his friend does. The strange man flashes you a short smile, before stopping in his tracks.

"Y/n?" Your eyes widen, as does his.

"You... remember me?" He chuckles at your question as he sets the clipboard he'd had in his hands down. He slouches a bit before leaning up against the counter's edge.

"How could I not? You're the reason we had to put 'Do not lick' stickers next to our salt lamps." He chuckles as a light pink tint creeps up on your cheeks from the embarrassing moment. Jungkook's ears now tune into the conversation.

"I was only 13, let it go!" He chuckles, shaking his head at your cute angry face.

"You two know each other?" Jungkook asks while glancing back and forth between the two of you. A confused expression plastered his face. Jimin nods before taking a seat in the adjustable circular chair before rolling over to you.

"Her aunt always had issues with her hips so she came in here a lot. How is she anyways?" He reaches over to grab black plastic gloves before slipping them over his digits. "She's good. Great even. She's in Bora Bora right now for her retirement." He smiles, scooting his chair close.

"That's awesome. She always loved her beaches, huh?" A slight smile tugs your lips at his comment. Jungkook is about to interrupt when he feels his phone vibrating in his jacket's pocket.

"It's my mom, I have to take this. You good, right Y/n?" You nod as he steps out to take the call. Now, it had just been Jimin and you. His silvery ash tone hair had sat perfectly against his forehead. The darkened roots had been coming in nicely, which had someone made him look even more handsome. His once frail and thin body had bulked up, as you see the prominent lines from his T-shirt rough the fabric.

'So, how've you been?" He asks, while flashing you a small smile.

"Good, well- other than the reason I'm here." He chuckles, sending you a little pout.

"Aww, not trying to catch up with an old friend?" You laugh nervously at his remark.

"Not today, anyway." He nods, catching your eyes to lock with his. "So, why are you here today?" You sigh, trying to lift up to meet his gaze but fail as you quietly groan in pain. He's quick to help, as he sets you back down gently.

"I hurt my back while trying to help Jungkook move in." He nods while standing from his chair.

"Oh.. are you and him like..?" You chuckle at his assumption.

"No way. I offered for him to stay at my place because I needed someone to help out with the rent." He nods, and continues what he'd been doing before. A slight mumble could barely be made out as he silently huffs. 

Changing the topic, he decided to become Mr. Park once more. 

"So what kind of pain is it?" You sigh, taking small breaths as to not feel the needle-like pricks as much.

"It's like knives" You groan out, trying to get your sentences to make sense.

"Ah, I see." He stand over your frame, looking down to meet your eyes. "Do you mind if I remove your jacket?" You nod as he starts to unzip your thin light weight jacket as you remember what you'd been wearing up under it.

"Actually-" You grip his wrist before chuckling at the sudden gesture.

"I'd rather keep it on. It's kinda cold.." He looks around before walking over to his thermostat, turning the heat up. This works best with tight fitting clothing. Although, Jungkook did say this was an emergency," He walks closer until he's once against towering your figure. This time, he had a different aura to him. One of a more, dominating tone. 

"It'll just be for a few minutes. The loose fabric gets in my way" Your mouth dries at that sentence. His way??

"O.. okay. Yeah, sorry." You lift up with what little energy you have left, and carefully remove your jacket, throwing it off to the side. You pause when his eyes widen at your lacy purple bralette you'd chosen to wear. Hey, you weren't planning on going anywhere tonight, alright??

Soon he clears his throat, tugging at the tightened fabric that had engulfed his lower throat. "Alright. So, the pain you described is like knives, correct?" You nod. "Well," He leans in closer, the tip of his finger brushes all along the exposed skin of your back.

"Is it your upper or lower?" You shift a little, feeling the pain intensifying which lets you know what level it's on.

"All around? It all feels like it's on fire." He leans back, catching your eyes with his own. A smile creeps his lips.

"Well make up your mind, silly. Is it knives of fire?" He chuckles, before helping you to flip onto your back. You do so, as the warm heat had finally made it's way around the room. Still, a cool chill brushes your exposed skin as his gloved hands run along the pains of your back. You carefully turn your head to be able to speak with him.

"Actually- do you have to have the gloves? They're really cold.." He shakes his head before quickly discarding the plastic hand coverings.

"No, I just thought it looked professional." You let out a small giggle at his comment. Still the same dork you always used to hang out with as usual. 

"Alright, so I'm going to just basically pop your back. You'll feel a little pain at first, but it should subside. Let me know if it doesn't okay?" He leans over to look at your facial expression. You nod, giving him the go ahead. You feel the warmth of his hands run along the curves of your back. Each dip he discovers makes you shiver. Not from the cold, but just from the touch. Just imagining his hands running down the fronts of your body instead before dipping into your soaked panties. His digits tugging lightly at your roots as your sink down onto his girthy le-

"You ready?" His voice pulls you from your thoughts. You swallow a huge lump that had mysteriously formed in your throat before croaking out a 'huh?'

"I said are you ready." You nod, as he shifts in his stance. His right hand had come to rest upon the nape of your neck as he lightly massages the area. "Deep breath for me, love." Your eyes widen at the sudden nickname. "Wait what?" 

He raises an eyebrow at your pause. "Did throwing out your back also throw out your hearing ablities?" He chuckles, as you relax your shoulders at the harsh words he'd chosen.

"It's just a joke, Y/n. Just relax. Take deep breaths. It'll all be over soon." 

You nod before taking a slow but deep breath before you hear a crack echo through the room. You uncontrollably moan out in pain at the relief he'd given you. 

"Good, now I'm going to do the other side. Deep breath, baby." There's that damn pet name again. 

You're probably just hearing things. 

You take in another big gul of air before it's let out in a high pitched whine and a good 'oh fuck' to go along with it. "Good girl." You can feel the wetness your legs start to pool your underwear. You nervously rub the ends of your feet together as he moves onto your lower back. 

This is all professional, Y/n. It's not anything sexual. It's just a good back cracki-

"Oh fuck, baby. That was a good one." You quickly sit up as your motion makes him back away. "Okay what the hell, Jimin?" His eyebrow raises in confusion. "What do you mean 'what the hell'? I'm trying to do my job?" You shake your head. "No, what the hell was with all of those names?" His expression calms to a more assertive one. "What 'names' do you mean?" You roll your eyes at his comment. "You know what I'm talking about." He chuckles, taking a seat in his chair before crossing one leg over the other. "I don't know what you're on about, but do share with the class." You scoff at his attudide. 

"You know what I'm talking about. The 'baby' and 'good girl'?" You watch as a smirk tugs the corner of his lips. His eyes narrowing to only focus on you now. "Do you have a problem with that?" You can feel the back of your throat going dry. The look he now possesses had been deadly. You can barely get the words out. 

"Uh well yeah I..I do." He stands up, looking dead-straight into your eyes. His once soft chocolatey eyes had now turned stiff and assertive.

Forget the knives in your back, this man looked as if he was going to kill you with the daggers in his eyes.

"And.. why do you have an issue for me calling out the obvious?" You swallow a gulp as his figure stalks your own before resting between the open space of your thighs.

"B.. Because.." Your words trail off as his lifts a finger to grip your chin.

"Because.. ? I'm not a mind reader, love. Use your big girl words. Come on~" You whimper at his touch. 

You fucking whimper.

"I-I.." It's as if this thief not only stole your back pain, but also your ability to fucking speak. He smirks, lifting your chin for your eyes to meet his. The space between you two had diminished in an amount of seconds. With just centimeters away from one another, his hot breath had mixed in with yours. Your breathing patterns had formed a song only you two could understand. It's as if the world had stopped, and caught on fire all at the same time. The pads of his cherry lips just barely brush past your own, making his motive all the much clearer.

"Say it." You freeze at his tone. Your head clouds with lustful intents that not even the devil would consider. His hand comes to rest atop your thighs, each palms curved perfectly around the surface of your heated skin. "S.. say what..?" 

"Say you want me." 

__

This is risky. Really fucking risky. 

Jungkook had just stepped out of the room, not out of the mother fucking building at least!!

Everything in your head had been screaming at you 'no'. Well, you'd gone with the better option. 

His breath rolls past your padded lips as his tongue comes out to wet his. The muscle barely brushing your own in his action. His eyes have narrowed to only see you. He continues. 

'I don't like repeating myself, Y/n." You whine at his tone, before finally letting the former feeling win this war. 

"I want you." 

That's all he needed to press your lips to his. This was it. All that you had wondered all those years from your youth. You and he hadn't been so far apart in age, just a little to where people would go 'oh.' 

5 years. You and he had a five year age gap. When you were graduating high school, he'd been graduating from college. It wasn't that looked down upon, but still. Also,

'Fuck- exactly how I thought you'd taste. Mmm, so sweet." He moans against your lips as one of his free hands come to toy with your bra strap. Teasingly tugging it up before letting it go, making a 'snap' sound. You groan at the sensation, felling your own way up his elongated torso. Your hands come to toy with the healthy roots of his silvery locks, pulling every so gently. He pulls away, only to tumb his pad along your swollen lips. His demanding voice sent chills up your spine. 

"Open." He commanded. You oblige as his two fingers are shoved into your mouth. "Suck." You do, as your tongue swirls around the digits of his finger tips before he pulls them from your mouth.

"Good girl." His fingers make their way into your underwear as his digits card through your folds. Your back arches, earning him tight groan.

"Shit-" He curses, pulling himself from you. You whine from the loss of contact.

"What's wrong?" You ask, wondering why all of a sudden he stopped. "Is your back still hurting?" You slightly nod, taking his hand in yours.

"It was feeling better though..." You whine, trying to connivence him.

"Come onnn, we can worry about that afterwards." He hesitates, but nods while capturing your lips with his kisses. This all felt so right. His kisses deepen, as the pad of his tongue reaches out in fight to win against yours. You both moan against each other's lips, finally feeling what could've been all those years.

"Fuck- You're so fucking beautiful." His hands reaches up to pull the thin fabric down from your tits. He watches as they bounce slightly from their newly freed positions. He chuckles, planting kitten-like licks to the buds of your breasts. Taking each nipple in one at a time before gently tugging on the with his two front teeth, then soothing the area with his tongue. Your head lulls back, as your hips instantly buck up against his. The prominent tent in his pants quickly showing against his jeans. Your hand reaches out to palm him, as his head rolls back.

"Fuck- just like that baby." Now it's your turn as your hand dips into the fabric of his jeans before passing his underwear as well. You quickly pull both layers of material down in one go. His hardened cock bobs up and down at your motions. Your mouth falls open at the sight.

"Holy shit.." He chuckles, watching as you take in all the gory of his dick.

"Like what you see?" He teases, as you nod making quick haste to spit into the palm of your hand before wrapping around the base of his cock. You watch as his stomach contorts at the grip, as your hand bobs up and down the length. Teasing over the plush, cherry red tip just for fun. His hands had made quick work as well, as he'd now shoved two fingers into sopping core. You moan at the sudden contact, but don't faulter in your own moves against him. Both of your breaths are labored, as you two are in an unspoken battle to see who can make the other one cum first. 

"A-Are we really making this a co-competition?" He asks while his mouth forms a permanent o-shape. Yours hadn't been doing too well either.

"M-Maybe-ah!" You whine at his speed in which he added one more finger.

"F-fuck this." He removes his fingers before quickly making his way over to his desk drawer, pulling out a square packet.

"You really keep those here? Why? You fuck all your clients?" He chuckles at the hint of jealousy he'd picked up in your tone.

"Only my well-behaved ones~" You scoff at his cockiness.

"Full of yourself, Park." He smirks, yanking your articles of clothing down before they fall to the floor. He pulls you down to meet his hips. His cock running between the slick of your folds, teasingly dragging this out for even longer. Soon, he slides in while making his remark. 

"No my dear, You're full of me."

You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands come to rest on your hips to hold you steady. You two had been in a position where you'd use it to fuck in the shower or something. Your tits bouncing against the flat of his chiseled chest, as his cock is mercilessly pounded up into your dripping core. Your head lulls back as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. With each thrust, his teeth tug more and more at your abused, sensitive skin.

"Oh fuck- yeahhh baby. Just like that. Fuck! You like me fucking your little pussy? Ah fuck baby- you feel so good." Your nails had been scratching at his back for the last 2 minutes. Some, enough to make him bleed. "Fuck! Oh fuck fuck fuck!" He lifts your body up off the table to slap your ass once.

"When did I give you permission to curse, huh? Bad girls don't get daddy's cum. You want my cum baby? Want me to fill you up so good? Nice and full for daddy, hmm?" You couldn't help the strings of loud moans that fill the small room. His grunts and thrusts making it near impossible to speak.

"Yeah baby. Doing so well for me. You gonna cum? Mmmm cream daddy's cock baby, show me how good you are for me." His hand reaches between the space of your bodies, quickly finding your click and rubbing harsh circles against the throbbing bud. Your legs unconciously wrap around his torso, as his thrust start to slow down just a bit.

"Better hurry up, darling. Jungkook's coming back any minute. wouldn't want to see his new roomate getting fucked by his best friend, would he?" 

You moan out in a staggered breath "Fuuuck youu" He chuckles at that.

"Well since that's off your b-bucket li- fuck. List... What's n-next?" He laughs-kinda moans at the second part. His thrusts get sloppier. "Fuuuuck Oh! Come with me baby, come on. Cream my cock like the good girl you are. Show me how much you like daddy fucking you!"-

"ahhhh! So muuuch!!" Your orgasm washes over your like the ending to an exciting roller coaster. Your limbs fall imminently as he stands Infront of you to keep your limp body upright. Once he's sure you're good by yourself, he starts dressing your figure once more. When you're both fully clothed again, he clears his throat. 

"So.. Is your back still hurting?"

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(I think Jimin fucked it back into place hahaha) 

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