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personasintro · 8 months

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Mutual Help | #03

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢

One week later and you're walking into the club, hands in hands, trying to act like a real couple. It feels weird, although it's not the first time you're holding Jungkook's hand. But this time, it's a different concept and his fingers are tightly laced with yours. On the other hand, it does feel nice. His hand is way bigger than yours, and it's almost ridiculous how much comfort and security you feel.

It happened too fast. You haven't got the chance to talk about basic rules or how this is going to work. But apparently, Mr. Mutual Help thought it's a great way to show yourselves off when Jimin asked you both to go clubbing. One thing is sure – they can't know your relationship is fake. Of course, at first you were against it. You can't lie to Jimin and Taehyung, they're your friends. Although, Jungkook made sure you knew he doesn't want to lie to them either, but it's the only way to make sure it's believable. Words spread fast, and it doesn't matter if you trust that person. It can slip out accidentally and the whole plan would be useless.

"It's only for a month. We'll say we just wanted to try it and that there was no spark." he told you before you got out of the cab, lacing your fingers together that made you jump in shock.

"Stop jumping whenever I touch you. This has to be believable." he even scolded you.

That audacity.

You've never liked clubs that much. Besides the smell and proximity of sweaty and horny bodies, you never got the thrill behind it either. There's no toilet paper in the restroom which is always annoying, especially when you spend the rest of the night drinking and having to use the restroom all the time. But this is your chance to show yourselves, as a couple.

Jungkook leads you through the crowd, holding your hand even more tightly while he glances over his shoulders at you from time to time. Two minutes later, he manages to find Jimin sitting in a booth with Taehyung and some woman you've never seen before.

"Hey guys!" Taehyung waves excitedly, his cheeks slightly flashed showing off his boxy grin that makes you grin at him.

"Finally!" Jimin yells over the rap music, waving at you before his eyes drop to your locked hands. It's only a matter of a split second, before he smiles back at you as the both of you greet them properly.

"Oh, this is Hattie," Jimin says, introducing the woman with beautiful dark skin and curly hair that's sitting beside him. "We just met her before you guys got here, she's visiting for a few days." he explains, letting her introduce herself more properly.

As you're sitting down, Taehyung goes to order some drinks while you listen to her. She seems to be super nice, explaining how this is her fourth time visiting Seoul before Jimin starts to talk about Busan, his hometown, trying to persuade her how she should visit it as well. You talk back and forth for a couple of minutes, or at least try to through the loud music, before Taehyung is back and you're sipping on your drink.

There's slightly more alcohol in it than you'd appreciate, but you don't mind it that much.

Jungkook's hand is outstretched behind you, something you haven't noticed, until he taps your shoulder causing you to glance at him. He's sitting so damn close that you can smell his cologne that you've always loved and see his soft skin illuminating in the gloom lightening.

"I don't think we're doing a good job." he leans, lips brushing against your ear as you hear his husky voice causing you to almost shiver.

"What do you mean?"

You know exactly what he means by that. You've been in the club for a few minutes, but nobody can tell that you're dating together. Fake dating, of course.

"I think," he says, fingers brushing over your exposed shoulder since your denim jacket slipped down. "You know exactly what I mean." he breathes into your ear, your eyes anxiously dancing between your friends.

Your breath gets caught in your throat when you notice Jimin's eyes on you, watching how close Jungkook is. From his angle, it might look like Jungkook is kissing your neck or whispering sweet things into your ear. You shudder, staring with widened eyes when Jungkook pulls away, satisfied smirk adoring his lips. And then you get it.

He knew Jimin was watching. He wanted him to watch.

"You're a better actor than I thought." you comment, making sure he's the only one who can hear you.

"You've no idea." he smirks, licking his lips before he reaches for his drink.

Jeon Jungkook is going to be the death of you.

It seems like Jungkook has it all planned out to the details. Considering Hoseok, Jungkook's and Kiko's mutual friend that introduced them to each other, is here as well. He walks up to the booth you're all sitting in, grinning at everyone with red cheeks that mimic Taehyung's. He's not drunk though, speaking perfectly fine as he's catching up with everyone. You almost forgot how social and happy he is all the time.

He talks with all of you for a few more minutes, before he checks the time on his watch causing his eyes to slightly widen.

"It was so good to see all of you again! But I'm supposed to bring drinks to friends I came here with, they're probably gonna kill me." he explains, glancing at everyone.

"Oh, with whom are you here with?" Taehyung asks cheerfully, back straightening in an almost cheerful manner of the thought of meeting new people. You know it's just a pure curiosity.

Hoseok says names you don't know, but when Jimin lets out an occasional Ah, you know he must know some of those people. It's that moment when Kiko's name leaves Hoseok's mouth, his own eyes cautiously glancing at Jungkook who seems to look unbothered. Although, you feel his shoulder tense against you. Still, he doesn't react to it verbally, calmly sipping his drink as Hoseok excuses himself.

"You wanna dance?" Jungkook asks loudly, leaning into you while you can smell vodka on his breath. It's not strong, nor uncomfortable. It's very faint.

"I can't dance," you almost whine, protesting at the idea of you dancing.

You're confident in a lot of things, but unfortunately, dancing between a bunch of bodies that can dance way better than you, is not one of them.

"I need more booze for that." you tell him, knowing he's aware of your drunken phase.

You don't care about dancing, as long as you're drunk enough not to care. It barely happens, but still.

"Oh, come on. I'll lead you." he insists, already standing up as he outstretches his arm for you.

Well, you can't say no now. So with a roll off your eyes and telling him how annoying he is, your hand clasps into his before he leads you into the crowd. Luckily, he stays at the edge, so no one's pushing into you as he grabs your hips. Your arms automatically wrap around his neck, trying to follow the way his hips move before he presses you closer. Your chests bump against each other, causing you to let out a surprised gasp while you're looking into Jungkook's eyes. He's grinning at you, leading your hips with his hands.

"You knew she's here?" you ask him, having an urge to say something.

You don't have to say her name, he knows exactly who you're talking about.

A soft sigh leaves his mouth, almost unnoticeable but you still notice it, before he nods curtly. "Yeah, Hoseok texted me over the week and he might have mentioned he's gonna be here tonight. Usually, where Hoseok is, Kiko is there as well." he explains.

For some reason, you just wished he'd tell you. You'd appreciate to be included in his small plans because now, you just feel like a figure in his own game. You're supposed to be in this together, whilst you're completely clueless about what's going on. It makes you more annoyed than it should have.

"Are you mad?" he asks, eyes watching you with worry, noticing the sour look on your face.

"I just wished you'd tell me, that's all." you tell him, voice almost inaudible because of the loud music that makes your whole body vibrate with each bass.

He turns you around, quickly catching you when you almost stumble from the sudden movement, your back pressed against his firm chest. Your naked back brushed against the material of his black dress shirt, his silver necklace cold against your skin. He leans down, lips brushing against your ear once again while you're trying to distract yourself from the way his belt digs into your lower back.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes quietly, but still loud enough for you to hear him. "I'll tell you everything from now on."

With a quick nod, that's all he needed for him to relax, intensifying his dance moves as he rolls his body into yours. He makes it feel easy, leading your body as if you were some doll, while you brush against him. You don't think you've ever danced with him this hard, especially when his belt brushes against your ass every now and then. He turns you around, your forehead almost bumping into his chin, while your eyes meet right away.

"Hi," you blurt out, blinking at him as he grins at you.

"Hello," he tells you back, reaching for your denim jacket that managed to slip off your shoulders as he puts it right back, covering your skin. He cups your face, while his other hand is placed securely on your hip. "I think it's time for me to find out what kind of kisser you are."

Wait, what--

Before you can react in any way, his head dips down as his lips softly brush against your own. You almost flinch back, but he holds your face close to his, nose brushing against your cheek before he pokes your nose with it. It's cute and you'd almost giggle at the soft touches, but he presses his lips more firmly now, moving them much more eagerly and harder. You gasp, feeling him to lick your bottom lip. You can't even react, standing there in pure shock at the way he's kissing you because fuck, this man can kiss really good. You've never been kissed this way. So passionately and impatiently, yet with elegance and no imposition.

He takes your moment of surprise to invite himself, tongue slightly brushing against your own. It's not uncomfortable and he's not forcing his way inside, letting himself to test waters with you. He's back with kissing you, biting into your lower lip before he tugs it, eyes boring into yours. Your whole body feels hot, insides quivering with anticipation mixed with lust. But he pulls away, catching a breath which you do as well, noticing you held your breath this whole time.

"Sometimes it's good to dominate your partner," he tells you, causing you to blink at him in confusion before it clicks. He's giving you advice, doing his part of the deal. "And stop staring at me so shockingly. We're supposed to be dating." he jokes, brushing his dark locks out of his eyes, that are currently crinkles in amusement.

"How can I not? My best friend just kissed me out of nowhere!" you exclaim, realizing what has just happened.

Your best friend just made out with you and it left you breathless, and not just because your air was cut off for a minute.

"You better get used to it," he tells you with a grin, his body moving against your own again. "We're dating now." you hear him say, his eyes moving somewhere behind you.

The slight shock is switched with dark eyes on the same spot, causing you to subtly turn around. You don't see it at first, eyes following his line of vision before you notice Kiko standing just a few meters away from you, her eyes boring into Jungkook's before one of her friends catches her attention.

"I didn't know she was there." Jungkook tells you as soon as you turn back to him, and you almost laugh at his sudden distressed face. He's really being honest with everything right now.

"I mean... It's a good thing that she saw, right?"

He lets your words sink in, eyes flickering between yours before his lips curl into a satisfied smirk. "Yeah."He's not sure whether she saw you two kissing, but he could recognize her shocked eyes from miles away. Bingo.

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hollyhomburg · 3 months

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Before I Leave You (Pt.66)

(Sneek peak)(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Your track record with trying to survive is a checkered one. This is a red spot among the black and white.

Tags: Blood, Guns, violence, near death experiences, everyone lives nobody dies...but someone does die this chapter, horror, non-lethal injury, talks of death and dying, a bit of body horror, forced murder? Trans! tae, Tae is briefly dead named in this, implied/referenced intimate partner violence, flashbacks, brief suicidality.

W/c: 8.0k

A/N: ahhhhhh <3 we're finally ready for this part of the story <3 i wonder what your guys reactions will be, i'm really glad i decided to split this chapter into two peices! it's much cleaner this way. don't be 🥲 too mad at me.

Previous part - Masterlist - First part

Chapter 66: Go for the Throat

You hold your breath. Still peering around the corner, watching and waiting for the man to spot you.

But he doesn't, after a breath where his soft footsteps echo, you wait, but nothing happens. You peak back around the corner.

You absorb and catalog the details as fast as you can; the black ski mask, covered by one of those traditional masks, wooden with red lacquer. This one is a little different than the one that Jimin had; this one is white with red splotch on the cheeks, not twisted with thick eyebrows in a snarl. Like a ghost sent down from above to rob you of your humanity.

The bulletproof vest stops at the collarbones. The gun itself is black and a generic model. The long end is extra bulbous with something that might be an attached silencer. Hands covered in black nitrile gloves, leathery at first glance. There is a knife at his waist along with a barrage of other small things. Rope and a knife, duct tape and handcuffs. His heavy boots look steel toed and reinforced.

The man (because it is a man you realize; tall, maybe taller than Namjoon) trains his gun at the landing on the top of the stairs. Pointing it in the direction of Hobi, Tae, and Jin’s hushed voices.

Hobi giggles and it sounds so bright. Echoing off the walls and filling the house.

There is a phone cord tangled in your hands, long and white. You grip it tight.

This man might be silent but you’re quieter as you slide your bare feet across the smooth floors. Your strides are so quiet, you take one step and then another until you're behind the man, mirroring him.

You remember when Yoongi redid the floors, it was one of the few things that he did right away- before the pack came to live here (to love here). It took him weeks and weeks of sanding before he got them to his liking. Days more of brown dark stain that colored his hands ruddy until the soft matte finish stuck. Every pass with the belt sander and dirty rag a movement of love, a meditation for it.

Yoongi made every inch of this house with the same loving intent; to make it a home for all of you. You won’t let it become a grave. You won’t let this person stay here and ruin it.

Most people get it wrong; In order to kill, it is not a matter of elegance or effort. There is no such thing as a perfect kill, emotionless and analytic. it being justified only gets you halfway. There is no way to do it perfectly or cleanly. People die just as they live, messy and hopeful and dirty.

Murder isn't a matter or wanting or wishing, It’s a matter of rage.

It’s always been this way. Rage has been chewing a hole through you from the moment that you pulled the trigger with Geumjae. From the moment you said ‘I do’. Rage that these violent things have been done to you, that they continue to happen, that you can’t just get away from all the hurt and trauma.

Rage has eaten you clean through to the bone. Only now you're the hungry one. Right now, only three words run through your head;

How dare she.

How dare she send this man into your house. How dare she point a gun at the upstairs, in the general direction of your nest and your packmates. The altar at which you so desperately cling to, for sweet dreams and sweet worship. How dare she even think about hurting the people you love.

There is no courage, no bravery, no thought in your head about how stupid it might be as you step closer behind the man. You are not a trained assassin. You’re just an omega.

The adrenaline rush is an old friend, you know how to use it. You grip the phone cord in your hands and take a quiet steadying breath. He doesn't see you, he doesn't hear you, he doesn't know that you're behind him.

Wolves always go for the throat, whether they’re cornered or hunting.

The assassin’s foot ascends the bottom step. You don’t let him get to the second before you’re moving, hurtling forward. Footsteps light as a butterfly’s wings. Your hands go over the man’s shoulders. The cord no more than a white flash across his vision before you draw it tight across his neck.

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rosemaeridream · 10 months

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a bout of amnesia and a personality change || aespa - yjm

yu jimin x reader

warnings: high school AU, reader sorta became an OC - deal with it, reader thinks jimin is conceited - idk why she's been nothing but a sweetie, jimin likes jazz, reader is also so awkward i apologise but jimin doesnt mind, this is just fluff and gay panic, angst if u take off your glasses and read upside down

Synopsis: "The only way I’d ever see her praise Jimin was if she hit her head and woke up with a bout of amnesia and a personality change."

word count: ~6k

You don’t consider yourself popular. Everyone in your grade knew you, and you’ve spoken to almost everyone, but you weren’t part of the popular clique nor did you want to be. You preferred your mismatched gang of six. Yes, they were loud and (really) stupid most of the time, but it was out of the limelight and they felt safe; you liked it that way.

However, you were sometimes jealous of the popular group, specifically one Yu Jimin, who whispers shadowed wherever she stepped. You often watched large crowds split in the school grounds when she walked through or admirers gift large bouquets of flowers whenever she was found on campus.

Jimin wasn’t only popular with the student body though, due to her straight A grades, her pristine attendance record, and her charming fake (?) smile, she was also known as the model student with her teachers.

However when it came to first hand experience with the girl, you had none. Call yourself superficial but you didn’t think you needed to know the girl to have her whole personality written out on a blank sticky note.

Jimin was a teacher’s pet; the pretty girl who lived next door. Someone who thought of themselves so highly, they didn’t need to interact with or let anyone below their league get to know them.

At least that was the impression most people had.

To further affirm your thoughts, most of your friends had similar opinions. Chaeyoung thought she was much too withdrawn for the whole school to fawn over her. Both Yena and Yunjin were indifferent, agreeing that she was too much of a people pleaser to be interesting. And Chaewon’s small interactions had left her a little scared of the girl, saying she was cold and intimidating.

The only person who had come to her defence was Minjeong. They shared a few classes together and she often cleared the air in situations where Jimin was bad-mouthed by your friends.

Once you had asked why she defended Jimin, and the other girl just shrugged, told you that appearances aren’t everything, and that you should try talking to her for once, unlike the rest of your grade, then went back to eating the food in front of her.

But you didn’t want to get to know Jimin. Not when your eyes met across the courtyard and sickly sweet smiles were sent your way (they were fake, right?). Not when you heard her melodic voice floating around the hallways. And definitely not when you attended Yunjin’s field hockey games and spent the entire time watching the wrong person.

The only way I’d ever see her praise Jimin was if she hit her head and woke up with a bout of amnesia and a personality change. - Lee Chaeyoung.

ABOUT HOW YOU ‘HIT’ YOUR HEAD:–

You just really needed to go to the bathroom. Knocking on the door again, you yelled out. “Can you please hurry up? There’s no other bathroom free.” Your brother was inside, no doubt dying his hair another colour. “Just wait a moment, I’ve got gloves on and can’t open the door.” You waited 10 more seconds then decided to take matters into your own hands. Patiency was never your finest trait, and definitely not when your bladder was about to burst. “I’m opening the door so if you’re making out with someone in there you better stop.” You half joked. The door opened revealing your brother looking mildly embarrassed. You didn’t care what he was doing as long as you could relieve yourself. Entering the small room you started to manoeuvre over to the toilet in the corner of the room. “What colour are you dying it this time?” You peaked over your brother’s shoulder to see bleach and a bottle of toner on the sink. But before you got an answer your foot caught on the corner of the shower mat. To stop yourself from slam dunking your head into the toilet bowl, and a possible concussion, you reached out and grabbed the closest thing you could reach. Unfortunately that was your brother who had just picked up the bowl of bleach on the sink. Curse that stupid shower mat. You hadn’t hit your head on the toilet, thank god, but something, perhaps worse in your opinion, had happened. The bowl of bleach that was in your brother’s hands was emptier than it had been a moment ago. Neither you nor your brother were known for thinking long term. Usually that resulted in stupid decisions that seemed like good ones in the moment. Like unleashing your dog to let it play with a small puppy, then watching as it bolted off to chase a pigeon into the distance. Or something like bleaching the rest of your hair could definitely be one of those moments.

You were late again. You hated Tuesday mornings anyway, there was no reason to have assemblies when they had one on Friday morning too. At least you could sneak into the school without having to get a late slip. Quietly weaving through the mass of students you quickly found your friends where they usually sat.

“Have I missed anything important?” You whispered to Minjeong who was definitely not paying attention to the current staff member with the microphone droning about what you assumed to be a writing competition. Minjeong jerked out of her trance and turned to you.

It looked like she was about to say something but instead of words coming out of her mouth, a small yelp was in their place. Instantly a teacher shushed her. Minjeong covered her mouth with her hand and nodded her apologies to the teacher.

By now everyone was looking at the both of you. Knowing they would look away in a moment, you tried asking Minjeong again. “Jeongie? Did I miss anything?” You nudged her with your elbow.

Instead of Minjeong, Yunjin, who was sitting two people down the row, replied. “Clearly it’s not what you missed.”

“What do you me-” You were cut off by the teacher shushing you all again. Everyone was still watching you, the staff member still droning on about the competition.

Minjeong reached up to wrap a finger around a strand of your hair.

“It’s so...” she mumbled. “Blonde.”

“What the hell, Y/N?” Yena’s head poked out from even further down the line.

“Choi Yena.” A stern voice sounded from behind them. “Would you please be quiet!”

Yena looked like she wanted to say more, but she held back, only to not get herself into trouble.

Everyone was still staring at your head. You could feel it; beady eyes burning through the now blonde hair.

Somehow, you blame it on a stroke of luck, and maybe your (newfound) ability to escape from awkward social situations, you slipped away from the crowds after you were dismissed from assembly. Avoiding all the people looking at you (and your hair), you quickly made your way to class.

Instead of heading towards the steps that your gang usually congregated by when the lunch bell rang, you turned and made your way towards the building off to the side of the campus.

The school library was bigger than it looked. It was split into three parts; an open plan common room directly in front of the door; to the right, a maze of clustered shelves extended to the back of the room, where a door led to the study alcoves seniors had authority over.

Entering the library you immediately turned right, wanting to be hidden by the hundreds of tall shelves gathered in the room. Book spines blurred together as you quickly weaved through the room. Soon you’d be lost in the maze. Sighing in relief once you were far enough in, you slowed your pace down, occasionally taking note of the names of books surrounding you.

The further into the shelves you got the more disorientated you became. You would have scolded yourself for not paying attention to where you came from if you weren't suddenly standing in front of Yu Jimin, her nose in a book, sitting on the floor below you.

To be frank, you probably wouldn't have said anything to her, like the rest of your grade, if Jimin hadn't looked up at that very moment.

“Uh- h- uhm hi?” You uncharacteristically stuttered. “I’m sorry. I uh- just wanted to get away from the uh- outside- I mean, people watching... me…? No, you see, I ah- dyed my- Well I didn’t dye it, I actually slipped, but you don’t need to know that- but… well ah-” Pretty brown eyes watched you curiously as you stumbled through your greeting. You shut your mouth when you realised that nothing you had just said made any sense.

Mirth filled the pretty brown eyes, as her lips pulled at the corners of her mouth. “You’re Kang Y/N, right? I think we share P.E. class.” You didn’t say a word, worried that you would embarrass yourself again, though it didn’t matter, as the girl sitting in front of you kept talking.

“You know, I almost didn’t recognise you at all.” Her eyes flickering across blonde hair. “It suits you.”

“A- ah, thank you.”

Jimin gave you a warm smile and went back to her book. It was fake, you could have made a mad dash for the Bible in the library just to swear on it. However, you felt like you were missing something.

“Uhm…”

Jimin looked back up from her book. “Do you need anything?” Her smile was warm, as if she were a close friend. That made no sense, you didn’t like her and she didn’t know you.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” Asking anyway, you pointed to a spot near where the other girl was sitting. “The hair dye thing is kinda giving me a lot of unwanted attention.”

Jimin’s smile turned knowing. “Sit for as long as you like.”

You arrived in the library earlier than you had the day before. Honestly, you didn’t know why you were here.

Your friends had all texted you the day before, asking you where you had been at lunch. You had been oddly defensive; instead of telling them that you were in the library sitting next to someone you had previously said you wanted nothing to do with, you told them that you were practising guitar in the music rooms.

Maybe you’re a little bit stubborn… or maybe you just didn’t like proving Minjeong right.

Making your way back through the maze you navigated yesterday, you found the spot that Jimin was sitting in empty. You frowned. Maybe I took the wrong turn? The books that lined the shelves around you were definitely the same as before. Perhaps she’s just late?

Lost, you sat down in the same spot. You couldn’t just sit here looking like you were waiting right? That would be weird. You turned to look at the wall of books behind you. Just grab one, it doesn’t matter as long as it looks like you’re doing something. You slid out a book from directly behind you. The cover was red and had a book shaped like a matchbox in the upper centre.

“Fahrenheit 451, huh?” You snapped your head to the direction of the voice. Jimin was standing there, pretty brown eyes studying you. “Good book.”

You didn’t know what to say so you just nodded your head. In that moment you cursed the universe for not letting you take a book that you had already read. Jimin walked past you to move towards her spot. The book she held in her hands was different from the one she was reading yesterday.

“What are you reading?” Jimin looked down at the book in her hands, then turned it around so you could read the title.

The book was well read. The edges of the cover were slightly peeling back to show the cream of the paper below and one of the corners had been bent back as if it had been shoved in a bag that was already too full. When you read the title you almost laughed.

“Harry Potter?”

Jimin hummed in affirmation. Pretty eyes turned into pretty crescents. She sat down in her spot, and made herself comfortable.

“What happened to the book you were reading yesterday?” You were too curious not to ask.

“I finished it.” The girl cracked open the worn book midway. The conversation felt like it had ended.

You didn’t like that.

You froze. Why didn’t you like that? Why were you here instead of with your friends outside? What did Jimin have that your friends didn't? She has those pretty brown eyes… your mind supplied. Slapping yourself mentally, you refused to let yourself think about it. If anything at all, you can unpack the thought later.

You ended up getting more comfortable where you sat, stretched out your legs and opened up the book you had picked earlier to the first page.

“What house are you in?” A voice interrupted you from reading the first sentence. You turned to see Jimin looking right at you. Her eyes are wide, like she’s genuinely curious.

“I’m sorry?”

“Your Hogwarts’ house?” Jimin slightly motioned the book in her hands towards you. “You have read Harry Potter, right?” You thought you heard the other girl mumble something like ‘or seen the movies’ but you weren't sure.

“Oh, I’m a Slytherin.” You grimaced. “What about you?”

“What do you think I am?” Jimin smiled and you weren’t sure if it was fake anymore. If you didn’t know better you thought it was said rather flirtatiously.

“Uhm, don’t take this the wrong way, but I would’ve placed you in Slytherin.”

“Would’ve?” Jimin raised one of her eyebrows.

“Well,” You avoided all eye contact. “Seeing you sit here right now, makes me think you’re more of a Gryffindor. But-that-might-be-stereotyping-Gryffindors-to-be-confident-around-people-they-don’t-know-very-well-and-I-know-it’s-more-nuanced-than-that-but-it’s-just-the-vibe-that-comes-off-you-with-the-way-you-speak-and-smile-at-me-when-I-don’t-know-you-and-you-don’t-know-me-and-you-keep-talking-to-me-like-we-do-know-each-other-and-it’s-slightly-offputting-but-not-in-a-completely-bad-way-it’s-just-strange-that-you’d-do-that-because-like-I-said-you-don’t-know-me-and-I’m-gonna-shut-up-now.”

A light giggle punctured the silence around you. Oh great, she’s laughing at me. However, when you finally gained the defiant courage to look Jimin right in the eyes, you found no malice there. Only mirth had spread through those pretty brown eyes again.

You found that - although you didn’t like embarrassing yourself in front of anyone - seeing Jimin find some enjoyment out of your socially awkward behaviour was rewarding enough for you to want to humiliate yourself over, and over again.

You mentally scoffed at the thought of it. You don’t want to be Jimin’s royal jester. Not when she smiles at you like you’re a puppy chasing its tail, and if she ever looked at you with that expression again, you would happily don a fool’s cap and prance around like an idiot, just to make it last a few moments longer.

“You’re right…. And you’re much better at reading me than other people. I’d place myself in Gryffindor.” Jimin mused. “You shouldn’t doubt your gut, Y/N. Most people guess Slytherin and leave it at that.” The way your name was formed by Jimin’s mouth was maddening. You almost sqeaked out of nervousness. Why on earth were you behaving this way? You were acting like you had a school girl crush on Jimin or something.

Instead of replying you just gave Jimin a smile that looked more like a grimace, and looked down at the open book in your lap. The words swam on the page; you wouldn’t be reading anything while the other girl was nearby. You snapped the book shut, and stood up too fast for someone trying so hard to seem casual. Jimin watched as you stuffed your book into the closest free spot you could find.

“I, uh- just realised I have to give… uhm, give… give Chaeyoung the money I owe her! You know how people get when you… ah, yeah, borrow money from them? So I’m just going to do that... Yeah.” You blurted out. Using your ability to escape from awkward social situations, which has come in rather handy lately, you gave Jimin a dorky thumbs up, a short farewell, and then practically power walked out of the library.

You didn’t visit Jimin for the rest of the week. In all honesty, you were sure that Jimin didn’t want you awkwardly rambling your way through her breaks. But you didn’t spend much time with your group either. Half embarrassed that you willingly spent one (and a half!) lunches with someone you had bad-mouthed, half stressed about an upcoming guitar solo, you ended up spending your time in the music rooms hunched over your guitar.

So when you navigate your way back through the shelves the following Monday, you refuse to ask yourself why you’re back here again. Maybe it was because people were still staring at your blonde hair, making you feel uncomfortable through all the unwanted attention. Or maybe it was because you had seen Jimin being handed a letter of confession by a tall, broad-shouldered boy who had a sharp smile earlier that morning.

The shelves themselves were comforting, looming high over you so the only thing in sight were books, the only thing you could smell was slightly musty paper, and if you put your hand out the only thing you’d touch would be-

Jimin.

She’s looking up at you with a quizzical wonky smile, eyebrows furrowed, as if to ask why you were almost stepping on her.

Eyes widening, you step back, fumbling for words. “Oh, hi! I didn’t see you there.” You sound like an idiot. Resisting the urge to hide your face in your hands, you drop down to sit next to her.

She doesn’t have a book with her today. Instead she’s got her knees to her chest, with her phone resting on top, opened to what looks like a wall of text. You point at her phone with a finger, then try to crack a joke. “Can’t get your head out of a book, huh?”

Jimin turns her head, eyebrows still furrowed. There’s something about her expression that makes your stomach do a tiny little backflip. You still yourself, forcing the sensation away. Then she takes something out of her ear. “Sorry, I was listening to music. What did you say?”

She didn't hear you.

Well, there goes trying to be confident. Staring at her, you open and close your mouth, trying to come up with something to say. You can’t even remember what you had said to her before, all your thoughts had stopped.

Forcing yourself onwards, you do the first thing that comes to mind and grab the earphone in her hand. She cocks her head, confused, and opens her mouth to say something, but you get there first. “What are you listening to?”

Her eyes flick over you, then to the shelves of the library, and that’s when you know you’ve just made things awkward. You’re about to apologise, palm flat with the earphone resting in the centre of it when she speaks up.

“Almost Blue by Chet Baker.”

Absolutely no bells were ringing in your head. You were sure you were looking at her like an idiot, so you focused on her phone screen instead. Clearing your throat, you tried to make your voice come out confident. “Oh, right. That’s a good one.”

There must have been something about the way you said it, or the position in which you’re sitting, hand stretched out with the earphone resting on it, or maybe even a combination of both, because she lets out a small laugh. It tickles your ears. You move your gaze back to find her already looking at you, smile lines perfectly wrinkled.

“It’s jazz.” She says after she gets past her laughter. Her hand moves up to yours and plucks the earphone from where it sits, then moves it to your ear. Putting an earphone in for someone has always been an awkward experience for you, but you’ve never been on the flip side of the move, and it’s different. Really different. Her fingers brush your ear, and you stop yourself from moving, whether that be from trying to help her ease the bud into your ear, or because you can feel your heart pumping erratically in your chest.

Once the earphone is in, she retracts her hand and turns up the music a couple notches. You process the soft piano complimenting the solo trumpet, creating a sound you’d expect in a noir film where the main character is sitting in a dark bar, mulling over a drink. It’s jazz. She said it was jazz, but like it’s jazz.

After a couple moments of silence she pulls you from your music induced haze. “I like this one a lot, it lets me unwind.” You watch as she twiddles with her fingers, the image of her being handed the letter this morning no longer there. Only a timid Jimin, lips twisted in a nervous smile, is left behind. The Jimin who sits in the library during lunch, reading Harry Potter. The Jimin who listens to jazz.

“It’s good. Very… detective in a slump.” You force yourself to speak, realising that she wants your opinion on the music. The way her smile brightens tells you that you said the right thing.

You spend the rest of your lunch break with Jimin rambling on about the various jazz standards that were playing, and the ways in which they affected the industry. And, honestly, you could have stayed there longer.

You decided to sit with your friends today. Yena had rung you up yesterday afternoon to pester you into having lunch, asking every question under the sun, and making sure you knew that she was being neglected. Instead of getting on your knees and apologising profusely for your misconduct, like Yena would love, you just brush her off and promise to buy her boba the next time you hang out.

It was slightly odd being around loud people again. Between spending time in the quiet library with Jimin or alone with your guitar, the sheer hecticness of your friends was overwhelming. Yena and Chaewon were loudly bickering over food like usual, resulting in Chaewon whining for Yunjin to back her up, while Chaeyoung kept prolonging the argument by adding in extra points for both of the girls. Yunjin starts to argue with Chaeyoung, telling her that she’s fueling the fire, and steals the food, holding it in the air which makes both Yena and Chaewon screech.

You sigh and block them out, suddenly wanting nothing more than the peace of the library. And maybe pretty brown ey-

“You okay?” Minjeong pokes at your arm. She has a sandwich half stuffed in her mouth which would be adorable if you didn’t know how much of a little shit she could be when she wanted.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I just forgot how annoying you guys are.” You send her a stiff smile.

Minjeong just stares you down. It’s concerning how soulless she can be sometimes. Straightening your back, you force a slightly less stiff smile, hoping to placate her. Somehow, it works, (She took pity on you.) and her expression morphs into one more resembling concern. “Wanna go to a practice room? I can play guitar with you.” She offers. The both of you had spent countless breaks alone with your instruments, picking out a vast array of rock and metal songs to learn together. You had even joked with her about starting a band together once.

However, today you weren’t feeling rock or metal or even pop.

“Nah,” You show her your hands, palms up, fingers wiggling. They were calloused and the skin at the tips of your fingers was peeling. It didn’t hurt much anymore, just small pinpricks of pain when you touched something the wrong way. “I should rest my fingers.”

She nods and draws her attention back to Yunjin being chased around the courtyard by Yena who’s screaming expletives. You silently thank the universe that she doesn’t prod any further, especially since on every occasion previously you had accepted the offer, even if your fingers were covered in bandaids.

Drifting off in your thoughts, you wondered what Jimin was doing. Did she have her head in a book today or was she listening to music? If she was, what was she listening to? Was she happy spending time alone in the library without you? At that final thought, you pulled yourself from your daze. Why would Jimin care about you enough to not be happy when you weren’t there?

There’s a shriek and you look up to see Yena on top of Yunjin, Chaewon trying to pull her off. Minjeong chuckles beside you, taking her phone out of her pocket to record. When you sigh again, she turns to look at you.

“You know you can go to the library, right? Yena might miss you for a moment, then she’d remember that Chaeyoung called her a shrimp that one time and spend the rest of the break badgering her.” There’s a slightly more worrying yelp from Yunjin and Minjeong stands up to take care of it. She takes a couple steps forwards, then spins to face you, while pacing backwards. “You don’t have to listen to rock all the time. Jazz can be good too!”

You’re left stunned as Minjeong turns back around and helps pull Yena off Yunjin. How did she know? Minjeong isn’t stupid, but no one knew you were with Jimin in the library. And how did she know that Jimin even liked jazz? There were so many questions and too little answers, so instead of sitting there dumbly till the bell rang, you shoved your things into your bag and headed towards the library.

The library was a sanctum; quiet, safe and had attendants who were as close to heaven as possible. Or at least, Jimin was as pretty as an angel. But you never interacted outside of the library. She was different when the walls of books weren’t the only other thing you could see. You felt too intimidated to talk to her when she was trailed around by admirers, or when people whispered in her wake. On too many occasions you found yourself zoned out of your friends' antics, your eyes travelling to find Jimin walking around campus, an bored smile plastered on her lips.

Sometimes you got close, brushing past her as she stood outside her classroom while waiting for her teacher. Opening your mouth to say something, anything, then meeting her eyes and seeing uninterested blackness instead of the pretty warm brown that reflected in the overhead lights of the library. Deciding to shut up and move on.

Or that one time Jimin had walked up to your group to talk to Minjeong about a class project. You stood behind Chaeyoung, using her tall figure to keep you hidden. Chaewon and Yunjin blabbering away, too focused on each other to see how intensely you were staring at her. Jimin wrapped up the conversation pretty quickly, then her eyes flicked to you poking your head around Chaeyoung. She kept her eyes on you, looking like she wanted to speak to you too. Then Yena burst your bubble, slapping your butt playfully as she joined the circle, making you break eye contact. When you looked back Jimin was long gone.

You were in the library first today, it was cold out and the heater had just been put on. So you sat with your knees to your chest trying to preserve your body heat. Jimin wandered in a couple minutes later, carrying a bouquet of flowers. She carelessly dropped them to the floor, before plopping down next to you. The way her shoulders slumped and her head drooped made it obvious that she wasn’t exactly happy.

“Did something happen?” You ask cautiously. She doesn’t meet your eyes, and reaches to grab your hand instead. Her eyes flicker to the bouquet, then she speaks up, her voice tired, mopey. “Can we not talk about it?”

“Mmkay.”

After a couple seconds, she moves her head to rest on your shoulder, not saying a word. You sit there just as quietly, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or bring up something she doesn’t want to talk about. The soft scent of the flowers lingered in the air. You couldn’t help but feel resentment towards them. One day she’d eventually accept a bouquet and your time with her in the library would be cut short.

The heater hummed in the background, generating heat that enveloped the both of you. Apart from the hum, you could only process Jimin’s slow breaths, the rise and fall of her chest relaxing you, even if you were still deeply concerned for her. You hated admitting that you were wrong, normally being one to succumb to pride and stubbornly refuse to budge. But maybe you were wrong, just this once, about her. Maybe she wasn’t the stuck up ice-princess that you had thought.

Without a word, Jimin moves again, this time pulling on your waist so that you’re in between her legs. You feel like a teddy bear, her head over your shoulder and nose tucked into your chin, while her arms encircled your torso. The position made your heart flutter, but you pushed it down. Jimin’s clearly not good right now, and you can’t be thinking of her in that way.

You just let her hold you. It was bringing her some form of comfort and that was better than any of your awkward reassurance could do. Sometimes, silence had a way of bridging gaps that words couldn't cross.

You never figured out how Minjeong knew that you were spending all your lunches with her. It hadn’t occurred to you to ask Jimin, and you knew that asking Minjeong herself was out of the picture. Instead you shamelessly spent your time with Jimin, slowly but surely warming up to her. If someone were to watch you sitting together they would observe two things. One; Jimin was completely used to your presence to the point that you could walk in complaining about being cold and flop down in her lap, whining that she was hogging all the warmth, and two; you stared a lot and Jimin was either unaware, or plainly, just didn’t care.

Staring at Jimin was your purpose, you decided. No one could be as mesmerising as her, even from underneath, looking up at her chin. That’s where you were today, your head in her lap, her book resting on your chest. You were meant to be reading along with her, nodding everytime you ‘finished’ the page so she could turn it, but in reality you found your eyes drifting to her instead.

Her eyelashes are long; they flutter every so often, whether it be from her eyes moving line to line through the book, or to look down at you, looking up at her. Whenever your eyes met you quickly flicked them back to the book, fighting against the warmth on your cheeks.

At this point she’d know, right? You had given up on indicating that you had finished a page a couple turns ago and that meant she knew… right? But Jimin never said anything and nothing about her behaviour suggested that she cared.

So you kept looking. It was your purpose to observe her in her most comfortable form.

Your train of thought chugged along in a daze, studying the curve of her bottom lip when suddenly someone switched the lever for the tracks.

Shuffling in her lap, you softly pinched her arm to grab her attention. “Jimin?”

She finished off her sentence, then looked at you questioningly, a quiet noise of curiosity forming in the space between you.

“Why do you always come to the library?” You stared up at her. The thought had popped across your mind several times in the past couple weeks, once when seeing her actively avoiding a group of the people you consider her friends; another when you accidentally eavesdropped on some girls in the bathroom gossiping about the ‘Elusive Yu Jimin’.

She closed the book and let it rest on your chest. Looking away from you, she seemed to be considering something. Then she furrowed her brows and let out a little breath. “What was your first impression of me?”

Words came to your mind. Conceited. Spoilt. Teacher’s Pet. Fake. Calculating. You couldn’t admit that to her, so instead you just kept staring, frozen. She doesn’t prompt you further though, and your train of thought wanders again.

Jimin wasn’t any of those things; you had realised that weeks ago. In fact, sometimes you had the feeling that she was a little insecure about herself; occasionally a sad sort of look flashed across her eyes, one that you wished you’d never see again.

And you wished you had just spoken to her in P.E. instead of making assumptions about her. You missed out on so many moments that you could have had if you weren’t so superficial.

Then it hit you like a truck; the answer to your question.

Everyone knows Jimin. She’s pretty, she’s popular, she gets asked out once a week, she has good grades, she’s aloof, but never outright mean..

But no one knows Jimin.

Your mouth parted slightly, guilt forming a lump in your throat. To realise that you’d fed into it too? You hadn’t tried to get to know her, you’d just put her in a box and moved on with it.

She finally makes eye contact with you. A hint of unease swirls in them. You shut your mouth.

Then you decide to stop being such a pussy and front up. “I thought you were kind of a bitch.”

Her mouth drops.

“I don’t anymore!” You clarify quickly. “I just… assumed. You’re like so…” You bring your hand up from where it rests on your stomach to motion at her. She worries at her lip. “You give off the vibe that you’d tell me to fuck off if I wasn’t up to your standards.”

Jimin only stares at the book on your chest.

You groan, thinking you’ve majorly fucked up. “Jimin… you know how much I hate admitting that I’m wrong.”

She sways her head, still keeping her eyes only on the book.

“I was wrong about you.” You force out and finally her eyes meet yours.

“You’re anything but a bitch. You’re sweet and kind and funny and stupidly gorgeous, and I get it, you know, why so many people line up for a chance with you. Why you come here with a bouquet or a box of chocolates every other day.” You reach up to hold her cheek from below. “But I also understand why you don’t like being the subject of all that attention. Everyone just assumes what they want about you, like you’re a prize to be won. Or that you’re a stuck up narcissist who thrives on all the attention. Or that you even like bouquets.” Jimin giggles softly at your words, gazing down at you softly with her pretty brown eyes.

“And I was one of those people too. I regret it, but I can’t change that.” Your voice comes out determined, like you’re trying to prove to her that you’ve changed your perspective on her.

She looks down at you, gaze unwavering as she considers her next words.

"You’re sweet," she begins, her voice gentle. "But I do like flowers… as long as they’re from the right people." Her fingers trace absentminded patterns on the cover of the book resting on your chest.

There’s a beat of silence.

“And if I gave you one?” You ask hesitantly.

Jimin’s lips pull into a smile and this time you know it’s not fake.

“It’s for Jimin, right?” Minjeong stares at the bouquet in your hands.

Both Chaeyoung and Yena whip their heads around to stare at you. “For Jimin? Yu Jimin?”

You flush brightly. Considering a couple months earlier you wanted nothing to do with the girl, you supposed it was a bit of a surprise for them.

Chaeyoung grabs you and shakes your shoulders. “Did you hit your head? Do you have amnesia?”

“No, and no.” You laugh softly. “I just never gave her a chance. You know how it is.”

Minjeong pokes your arm and points to a figure in the distance. You perk up, instantly recognising Jimin from the way she walks. About to take a step towards her, Minjeong grabs your wrist and you turn to look at her questioningly.

“Is now the time to say I told you so?”

A/N: stop putting jimin in slytherin she doesn't belong there

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“it’s been too long man,” jimin says after yoongi hugs seokjin

yoongi catches up with his friends

until they get to the topic of jun

they ask how he’s doing of course

yoongi as a proud father shows them pictures

they keep talking about how much he’s grown

about how much he’s got yoongi’s eyes but your mouth

but then that reminds yoongi

yoongi nudges jimin with his elbow. “you’re the last person i’d consider to be father material, you know.”

jimin chuckles and nods. “oh, 100%. i could never. not for the next 15 years at least.”

“same, i might have to freeze my sperm now.” seokjin suddenly joins in on the jokes

a frown settles onto yoongi’s brows

huh?

“so then, why did you say you’d be down to father y/n’s child?”

at the expressions on both their faces, realization dawns on yoongi

and it didn’t take long for him to drag you into the restrooms after

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with a deep sigh, you bring your hand up and scratch at your scalp with your manicured nails

“i knew you’d keep being difficult otherwi–”

he cuts you off. “difficult? what you asked of me wasn’t easy. are you hearing yourself?”

you roll your eyes as bratty as you can

“and yet, you immediately agreed to all my points when i brought up other men. suddenly, i was right when i said ‘we agreed on two kids’. when i said ‘it’s better to have 2 kids share the same parents’. when i said ‘jun needs someone he can love unconditionally and who will love him unconditionally’. suddenly, suddenly, you were 100% sure and down to do it. needed no damn time to think.”

he stares at you for a moment, clearly frustrated by the way you catch the tension in his jaw

it’s quiet for a moment

but you decide to keep pushing his buttons

“so either, you were on board from the start and just wanted to be difficult or you’re just jealous. whatever you wanna admit to, feel free. but the fact that you’re this pissed over something as silly as a little white lie—like saying seokjin would give me a baby—kind of sounds like it’d be the latter.”

jealousy.

and he clearly doesn’t like that

like you care

ugh😒

both of you are just staring each other down

heated

breaths fanning over each others lips

that’s how close he is

leaves no space for you, right in front of you with his hands in his pockets as you lean against the wall with your back

the cold tiles caress the bare skin of your shoulders but that doesn’t matter when you’re this heated

he shakes his head, teeth gritted together

clearly he’s got nothing to say

but your mind goes blank when he suddenly leans in

eyes drop to your lips for a split second before back to your eyes

“you’re lucky this entire look of yours,” he says as he waves his hand in front of your body. “…looks expensive.”

this makes you frown and your lips twitch for a moment

you snap, “and why is that?”

he leans further in, nose brushes right up against yours

leaving no space for you

all you see

all you hear

all you feel

is him.

and then, when he speaks, it’s over for you

“i would have fucking ruined you.”

Oh.

😂😂😂😂😂😂

ain’t shit funny.

you know you’re playing with fire when you ask, “ruin me how?”

in the blink of an eye, your entire body is turned around by your waist

your chest pressed into the wall behind you

and his chest pressed into your back, lips grazing your earshell

one hand on your waist, the other on your hip

“by fucking the shit out of you, right here. or bend you over that sink over there, i’m not picky.”

it’s almost like your body has a layer of sweat draped over it now

how quickly your body reacts to his mouth is crazy

whether he uses it to speak or do something else

and for whatever reason, you think it’s best to keep pushing his buttons

see if he’s real about that life LMAOOO

you say, “i’m not ovulating, though.”

“i don’t give a fuck,” he snaps. “you think i believe a single word you say now? you could’ve lied about your ovulation period. hell, you could even be pregnant right now. you dirty little liar.”

and for the first time tonight, you regret wearing this dress

because even though his crotch is pressed right into the swell of your ass

you can barely feel a thing

his hand moves up from your waist to the back of your neck, firmly pressing down

as if to make sure to keep you still against the wall

keep you trapped

but he knows damn well you wouldn’t wanna be anywhere but here right now

“you’re exaggerating. i’m not pregnant, i had alcohol tonight.”

“that doesn’t make you any less of a filthy liar, y/n. watch that fucking mouth of yours.”

holy shit

now you really wish you could rip this dress off your body

should you?

just be quick so no one realizes you two are gone and have been for a whi–

“now, go ahead and chat up your little photographer boyfriend. maybe he’d be down to film us conceiving the new baby.”

with that, he peels his hands off your body

and he’s gone

just like that

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maybe he’d be down to film us conceiving the new baby.

crazy son of a bitch

taehyung’s not even your boyfriend!!! far from it

in other words ‘i wonder if your new boyfriend would be down to film us having sex.’

‘film me attempting to impregnate you.’

‘record me while i breed you.’

WHY DO YOU KEEP THINKING ABOUT IT STOP

you spend the rest of the evening by taehyung’s side

only catching yoongi’s eyes every once in a while

and you’re pretty sure yoongi catches it when you’ve exchanged phone numbers with tae

out of 2 nominations, namjoon won 1

you celebrate a little longer with them before going home in a cab

you have to meet yoongi tomorrow and the last thing he’d said to you was that he would’ve fucking ruined you under other circumstances

shit

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the following day, you’re getting ready to go to yoongi’s home

you’re wearing something casual yet cute

soft makeup

hair nonchalant

as you leave your home, your phone buzzes

you’ve been texting him since this morning

you had to tell him yoongi and you are divorced

and nothing is going on between you and your exhusband

from: taehyung

‘Have you ever considered modelling?’

from: you

‘absolutely not’

from: taehyung

‘Is there a reason for that? You’re absolutely stunning.’

from: you

‘thank you but i don’t know why. don’t think i’d be very comfortable in front of a camera? i think’

you toss your phone into the passenger seat and start the car as you head to yoongi’s place

you show up about 20 minutes later

get out, cake in hand that you’d just bought in some random store

you knock at his front door

door swings open and yoongi’s there, slacks and a button up

so he dressed up for you

you hand him the cake, your phone and your keys without so much as a greeting and immediately step in looking for your son

jun’s on the couch, intently watching tv

“baby?” you whisper

it catches jun’s attention but he doesn’t know where the sound is coming from so he’s looking around

you walk further into the living room

and his eyes are on you now

“mommy!” he turns over and slowly pushes himself off the couch to make sure his feet hit the floor first

he starts running to you and you immediately pick him up

your heart swells

he’s really your life

your moon

your sun

you hug him tightly. “oh, mommy’s missed you so much.”

“i miss mommy. daddy miss mommy.”

“woah there,” yoongi mumbles as he goes to put the cake in the fridge

“daddy misses mommy?” you question as you kiss jun’s cheeks

yoongi emerges from the kitchen again and crosses his arms as he watches you two

“has daddy been bad?” you ask jun and kiss his forehead

he shakes his head

“mommy’s been bad,” yoongi adds out of nowhere

you glance at yoongi and he’s just staring at you with his infamous stoicism

you fake gasp as you look at jun. “has mommy been bad? does daddy have to punish mommy?”

jun only giggles at your ridiculousness and shakes his head

yoongi however, seems to catch up on your innuendo

you kiss jun once more and then set him down by the table, in front of the spiderman plate

jun doesn’t really wait as he starts eating without you two

yoongi walks up to you to hand you back your phone

but suddenly your phone lights up with an unread text

both of your eyes automatically drop to read it

from: taehyung

‘Don’t worry about that, beautiful. We can do some things with the camera in private to ease you into it.’

oh.

OH.

anddd your heart stops beating in your chest when you realize the teeniest tiny twitch in yoongi’s brows in your peripheral vision as he reads your new message

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bangtanficsforyou · 1 year

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They Reject You (maknae line)

Pairing: maknae line x reader (fuckboi! Jimin x Reader, Co-worker Taehyung x Reader, Idol Jungkook x Reader)

Warnings: swear words here and there.

Word count: 4.6K

Park Jimin

"Well if it isn't my favourite girl." A voice slurs slowly, right next to your ears which makes you flinch in surprise.

"Jimin, gosh, what's wrong with you?" You say in an annoyed manner, immediately recognising the person. "Also, maybe keep some distance?"

Jimin pouts exaggeratedly and puts extra effort into widening his eyes for special effects. "Don't you find me being this close to you, heart racing-ly desirable?"

"Heart racing-ly? That's a new one," you snort and roll your eyes. "But to answer your question; no. It is not heart racing-ly desirable."

"Lie all you want but we all know the truth," Jimin smirks and you can't help but wonder how on earth he manages to remain this cocky even when drunk.

"Cut the crap and stop wasting my time." You turn around to leave, not wanting to give Jimin the time of your day. From your previous experiences, you know that Jimin only ever causes trouble.

"I'm not feeling good, Y/N," he whines, all cockiness suddenly gone from his tone as he pleads gently. "Don't leave me."

You contemplate for a split second before huffing in defeat. "What do you mean by you're not feeling good?"

"I don't know," he shrugs with a sad frown. "I just don't feel good."

Instinctively, you place your palms on his forehead only to find his skin to be burning hot.

"Jimin!" You exclaim, your feelings of indifference instantly turning into that of concern. "You have high fever."

"That might explain why I was feeling so hot," he nods. "But I thought that was because of how attractive I am."

Any other time, you would have retorted with a comeback but right now you pay no attention to his words. "Come with me, we need to get you back to your room. You need rest."

Much to your surprise, Jimin doesn't throw a protest and lets you hold his hand as you make way for the both of you through the partying crowd.

Thankfully his room is only upstairs (one of the many pros of being a frat boy living in a frat house) and you don't have much trouble getting there.

Making Jimin sit on the bed, you look for medicines that can help with his fever. "How long have you been feeling unwell?"

"For about an hour."

You have half a mind to lecture him on how drinking should be the last thing he should have done while feeling unwell, but you decide to keep it in. Maybe when he's sober and in a better health condition, you will give him an earful.

Right now, it's more important to understand the severity of the situation.

"Did you stay out for too long at night? Or stayed with wet clothes on? Or something that might have led to you having a fever?"

Jimin's drunk mind feels perplexed by the series of questions you're throwing his way. "Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does," you respond shortly.

As a nursing student, you know how important it is to know the source of any sickness. If his fever can be tracked down to any possible cause, you'd have this reassurance that there's most likely nothing to worry about. However, if the fever seems to have appeared out of nowhere, there are chances that it may be a symptom of some underlying infection.

Your response makes Jimin think. Has he done anything in recent days that could have led to this? At first, nothing comes to mind. But after a few moments of intense brainstorming, something clicks in his brain.

"Does having two hours of shower sex count?" He queries seriously.

Your hands momentarily falter on their journey of looking for the first aid box but you recover quickly.

"Should have expected something like that from you," you grumble in annoyance.

"Don't be mean," he complains in a whine. "It's not my fault that the sex was so good. Plus, she kept asking for more and you know I can't say no to that."

You slam the drawer shut and aggressively open the box, having finally found it. You take out a tablet and hand it over to Jimin with a glass of water.

Once Jimin has taken the medicine, you arrange the pillows for him and take a blanket out. "Go to sleep. Let your body have some rest."

"Are you leaving?" He asks in a quiet voice, reminding you of a small child asking a question they already know the answer to.

"I don't think I have any purpose being here. I'll ask Jungkook to stay with you in case you need something."

"Jungkook won't take care of me the way you do," Jimin replies with a huff, thoroughly displeased with the idea of you leaving him.

"That's not my issue," you shrug.

Jimin switches to his last option, one that works every time and on everyone; his famous, irresistible puppy eyes. "Do you not have any sympathy for me?"

You scoff, your patience running thin. You really don't want to have a fight or speak your mind while he's having a fever, but if he continues to prod you this way, he will be responsible for the inevitable outburst.

Jimin feels unhappy with your lack of response and he attempts once again. "Won't you do this much for me? Please?"

That's it. The way his soft voice pulls at your heartstrings does it for you.

"Can you, for once, not think only for yourself?" You snap.

Now that was not the reaction Jimin was expecting. "What do you mean?"

"Don't try to play dumb," you roll your eyes and cross your arms. "Don't tell me you have no idea how I feel about you."

Although drunk, Jimin's mind registers the seriousness of your words and he immediately looks sheepish. "I don't."

Well, that's a lie and both you and Jimin know it.

A sarcastic smile appears on your face. "I'll spell it out for you, again. I like you Jimin."

Jimin looks down and starts fiddling with the end of the bedsheets as he nods, having no other response.

You sigh, wondering why you expected any other, perhaps a more thoughtful reaction from him. Feeling disappointed with yourself, you make your way out without another word.

On your way, however, you make sure to find Jungkook and ask him to look after Jimin.

Once you're out of the frat house and have booked a cab to your rented apartment, you sit on a small bench and take a deep inhale to relax. Sadly and much to your frustration, the emotions that have come to the surface refuse to let you have your peace of mind.

You really should have stayed away from Jimin, from the very start.

Your brain chimes at you and it reminds you that perhaps there's no one else to be blamed but you. You are the one who has been entertaining Jimin all in the name of not entertaining him.

It was a frat party much similar to that of today's when Jimin had first tried to add your name to the long list of girls he has had sex with. You were surprised, caught off guard and admittedly a little flattered by his flirtatious actions but irrespective of that, you weren't willing to be a part of his list.

You had asked him to fuck off and to leave you alone. Which he had done at the time but only to return later with much more determination to win you over. By then, you weren't feeling flattered by his repeated attempts, you were annoyed. Something, which Jimin found amusing.

The more he tried, the more your annoyance flared and so did Jimin's amusement. It went like this for a couple of weeks.

Things started to change when you stumbled upon a drunk Jimin sitting alone on the terrace. That was the first time the both of you had a proper conversation with each other. It made you realise that the whole fuckboy thing he has going on, is only a small part of him. You realised that there's much more to the guy than what meets the eye.

From then on you stopped treating him like a guy whose sole identity was that of the 'campus fuckboy'.

That doesn't mean that his actions stopped annoying you. But you sure found it more tolerable.

However, exactly when your feelings for him turned romantic, remains debatable. Was it the night when he drunkenly kissed you? Or was it when he drunkenly confessed that he enjoys your company more than anyone else's? You don't know.

But you do remember, exactly when you realised that your feelings for him don't fall under the category of platonic. It was when you saw Jimin making out with a petite blonde in a bar. The pain and jealousy that shot through your veins was an indication enough for you to see how your feelings have bloomed into something more.

You, upon realising, did not hesitate to confess. His response to your confession was simple. He does not do relationships and he sees you as a friend.

You could do with that. You weren't expecting Jimin to return your feelings or to commit to you. After all, you were well aware of his lifestyle and how he likes having lovers instead of a lover.

The only reason you had confessed to him was in hopes that he would stop trying to bed you and realise that it isn't just fun and games for you anymore.

Unfortunately, Jimin didn't stop with his antics.

Annoyed and angry, you had decided to cut Jimin off. But of course, he wouldn't have that. He would, in some way or the other, sneak into your daily life and cause a ruckus as if it were his birthright.

Truth be told, you weren't hurt by his rejection as much as you were by his total disregard for your feelings and how his actions and choices could affect you.

The events from today serve as another example of the kind of emotional turmoil he stirs within you. The question is how long will you put up with this?

Your cab honks to announce its arrival and it causes you to break out of your thoughts. You give a small nod to the man in the driving seat and get up. As you walk towards the cab, you make up your mind.

You're not going to entertain him any longer.

Kim Taehyung

You: that's very mean of you 👿

You type with a wide grin plastered on your face.

Tae 🐻: mean? me? Never 🥺

You: putting that emoji won't help you 👿

Tae 🐻: ☹️

Tae 🐻: I sent you the snap of the chocolate because it reminded me of you 😔

You: that was NOT your intention 😤

You: you do this every time and then i start craving chocolates 😭

Tae 🐻: then have some 🙇

You: i have to complete the excel sheet by today :(:

You: which mean i can't go out

You: and if I opt for ordering online, I'll end up ordering a bunch of other stuff along with it and that won't be good for my wallet

Tae 🐻: awwww

Tae 🐻: It's okay! I'll bring you chocolates tomorrow

Tae 🐻: from your favourite brand 😉

You: you sweetheart 🥺

Tae 🐻: says the sweetest ❤️

A bashful giggle escapes from your lips when you read his text. He sure has a way with words.

You: now let me do my work

You: shoo

Tae: ☹️

Tae: I'm being chased away

Tae: but okay xD

Tae: I'll let you get back to it.

You bite on your lower lip to stop smiling like a fool and try to focus your attention on the computer screen. Keyword; try.

The butterflies in your stomach and the fluttering of your heart make it extremely difficult for you to think about anything else that's not Taehyung.

Gosh, he really is the greatest distraction of them all.

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The next day, you find a big pack of chocolate from your favourite brand, on your desk. Attached to it is a note that reads for my favourite girl ;). You smile involuntarily and wonder what you ever did to deserve someone like Taehyung in your life.

You sit on your chair and while the computer boots, you take a small bite from the chocolate bar. As you relish the sweetness that spreads in your mouth, you can't help but think of Taehyung and how much he has come to mean to you, in the few months that you have known him.

When he first joined the company he was shy, barely talking to anyone and having a hard time socialising with his co-workers. It took him about a couple of weeks to get comfortable and once he did, there was no going back. He somehow became everyone's favourite.

However, the way you two became friends is a bit different.

Four months ago, on a fortunate day, there was a huge mishap with the data files. Small groups were formed to work on the mistakes and correct them as necessary. As fate would have it, you and Taehyung were a team. And the amount of jokes you two made about your higher-ups, were perhaps the only source of energy for you both to carry on with the work and ultimately, finish it.

And those three intense working days were enough for the two of you to become friends.

It started with having small conversations via text, which then turned into full lengthy regular conversations. In the midst of all of that, when the flirting began, you have no clue. All you remember are those nights when you stayed up late, talking to him and smiling into your pillow, feeling like a teenager.

He would sneak little compliments and warm affectionate words that would have you looking like a tomato in a matter of seconds.

Most importantly, he has become one of your closest friends. He has been there whenever you needed him and has confided in you whenever he faced challenges. The bond you two share is something you treasure deeply. He has become such an integral part of your life that there hardly goes by a day when the two of you don't talk to each other.

It's one of those 'more than friends' but 'not really dating' scenarios.

You had never given much thought about giving a label to what the two of you were. You were happy having him the way you do. But recently, you can't help but think of taking things to the next level. You find yourself wondering what it would be like to call him your boyfriend.

As the all too familiar windows tune plays, notifying you of the booting process being completed, you decide to subtly ask him about it.

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"Did you like the chocolates?" That's the first thing Taehyung asks as you take the seat opposite to him.

"Do you think I would not like it?" You answer his question with a question of your own. Because honestly, that's a very silly question to ask. Anyone who knows you knows how much you love chocolates.

Taehyung grins, his boxy smile making an appearance. "I mean, it would still be nice to hear it from you."

"Well, then, I loved it."

He nods, satisfied with your answer. Placing one of his hands on his chest, right above his heart, he bows. "I'm honoured to know that."

You chuckle softly, endeared at his actions. "How was your day so far?"

He rolls his eyes. "Eh, the usual. Mina got some files messed up and I had to do twice the work to fix that."

"That sucks," you grimace. "Work has been so tiring lately, I wish we could take a small break from all this shit."

"Oh, that reminds me–" Taehyung exclaims suddenly, startling you, "–I have got these free tickets to a movie, would you like to go with me?"

Excitement bubbles in your stomach. "Sure! I'd love to."

"Then it's set! I'll let you know of the date and time later, okay?"

You nod, feeling giddy at the thought of watching a movie with him. It won't be the first time for sure, but it has been a while since the two of you last did something like this. Work hardly leaves any spare time for rest and fun.

However, the thought of spending some alone time with him, makes your mind go back to what you had decided while you were devouring the chocolate. You clear your throat before bringing the topic to the table. "Tae?"

"Hmm?"

"What are we doing?"

He looks up from his food, with a confused smile. "What do you mean by that? We are eating lunch."

You shake your head softly, and make your question more obvious. "What are we?"

You see as his confusion clears out and his smile fades. A look of discomfort appears on his face as he swallows the food. "Well, we are friends."

"Are we just friends though?" You raise a brow in question, not willing to accept his answer.

A soft sigh escapes his lips when he realises he can't really back out of this or push the conversation away for some time later. "You aren't just a friend to me. I like you. I like you a lot."

You stay quiet, sensing that there's a but coming.

"But I don't think I'm ready to be in a relationship." He adds, figuring out that there's no way to put it subtly.

That wasn't the answer you were expecting and naturally, you feel disheartened by his words.

Taehyung notices the way your face has dropped and he immediately feels guilty. "I know I should have told you this before. My intentions weren't to string you along, I genuinely do like you–"

"Then why?" You cut him off, confused and unable to understand what could be the issue if he really likes you the way he claims to.

"I am scared it will distract me from my career."

Your first instinct is to counter his statement and say, it doesn't work that way. That relationships are not a distraction. But you hold yourself back from saying so.

If he believes that having a relationship will distract him, you cannot force or persuade him to believe otherwise. If anything, you understand where he might be coming from. He has only recently joined the company and you know he has experienced financial issues while growing up. You can see why he might be scared of something making him lose his focus. Having an established career is what he wants and what seems to be his priority.

Although you have been hoping and looking forward to putting a label, you know you can't expect that from him anymore. You could try and ask him to reconsider his choices but what good would that do?

Even if he were to get into a relationship, he would most likely still have that thought in the back of his mind and will keep worrying about getting sidetracked. What's the point of committing to someone if you can't really enjoy it to the fullest? What is the point of calling someone yours, if you can't fully feel the beauty of it? You see none.

"Maybe, we can wait for each other?" He suggests meekly, too scared to see what your reaction to the question is.

Now, waiting for each other and whatnot sounds really romantic in movies and romcoms but you have to remind yourself that this is not a movie. In real life, irrespective of the intentions the individuals may hold, somewhere along the line, something usually happens that causes chaos and turns things sour.

"How about we just let things flow and see where it takes us?" You suggest as that seems like the best possible choice at the moment.

Taehyung nods knowing he's in no place to bargain. He will take whatever you will give him. However, it bugs him to no end when you spend the rest of the lunch in silence and with a frown on your face.

Jeon Jungkook

"Can you sit still for a moment?"

The person in question, aka Jungkook, pays no attention to your words and hollers when something exciting occurs on the screen of his mobile phone.

You sigh and place your palms on both of his cheeks and make him look up. However, the adorable sight of his squished cheeks, pouty lips and doe eyes wide in surprise, has you snorting. When you let go of your hold, he frowns, offended by your laughter.

"What's so funny about my face?" He grumbles.

You shake your head and apply blush on his cheeks. "You just looked like a real bunny for a second there, couldn't help but laugh at that."

He pouts. "That's supposed to be cute, not funny."

A fond smile appears on your face at his displeasure. "You're both cute and funny, I guess."

Jungkook grins at you, now satisfied. "Now make me cuter."

"I'll be able to do that if you stay still for a moment," you retort.

Jungkook huffs and closes his eyes. "Fine! I'll stay still."

You hum in response and get to work.

Being Jungkook's make-up artist was fairly easy. You just had to make his beautiful face appear flawless for the cameras. Nothing too difficult. Jungkook was friendly and so were the other BTS members. The pay was, of course, more than satisfactory.

Recently, however, being Jungkook's make-up artist hasn't been easy. It hasn't been easy being this close to him and keeping the fluttering of your heart under control. It hasn't been easy to see his eyes this up close and not let yourself get lost in them. It hasn't been easy to notice that small mole under his lips and resist the urge to kiss it. Oh no, it hasn't been easy at all.

One might call you unprofessional and to be honest, you don't have much to defend yourself with. Rather, if someone questions your professionalism, you'd challenge them to take your job and not fall for the guy.

You think it's simply impossible.

But you see, that's the simple part. Falling. The consequences of falling, however, are where the complications begin.

The very first question that comes to mind is; what are the chances that they might feel the same? Then one realises that there's no way to answer this for sure as it's only the other person who's aware of what they feel. Which leads to a major dilemma; to confess or not to confess.

Confessing your feelings is a very vulnerable thing to do. It feels like exposing yourself at one's mercy. Like a delicate bud that you hand over and whether the flower will bloom or wilt, totally depends on the other person.

It's beautiful yet scary.

For a long time, you haven't been willing to be that vulnerable with Jungkook.

All anxieties that come with confessing aside, you can't ignore the fact that he's a world-famous idol.

You are not worried about word getting out about you falling for him. You hardly think that it will cause a stir. If anything, the fans will probably make memes out of it and will agree with you on how impossible it is to not fall for the guy. The memes will be all over the internet for a few months and after that, they will be gone and will resurface every once in a while. That doesn't seem like much to you and you think you can handle it.

What does worry you is word getting out and you getting fired and not getting a job henceforth (you're pretty sure that the agencies won't take up on your 'don't fall for Jungkook' challenge).

This particular fear is what has been holding you back from letting Jungkook know of your feelings.

However, the thing with love is, you cannot bury it no matter how hard you try. It's like the sun that comes out to shine no matter what. Love blooms in the heart and it refuses to stay hidden for too long behind whatever fears the mind comes up with.

After all, in the battle of mind and heart, when has the former ever won?

Once you're done with the finishing touches, you let Jungkook know that you're done.

Jungkook opens his eyes and they automatically land on yours. The sharp spike in your breathing rate and the loud thumping of your heartbeat, makes you look away immediately.

You clear your throat and take a slow deep inhale to calm your racing heart. "I'll put the lip balm and foundation in the kit. Just in case you need it."

"You say that every time before a performance as if you're not going to be backstage," he chuckles in amusement.

"Jungkook, the performance is in fifteen," Taehyung says loudly from the other side of the room.

It's like a switch being flipped on. Jungkook's eyes widen and he gets up from his seat instantly. Bidding you a quick goodbye, he exits the room in a hurry.

You sigh in relief, finally feeling like you can breathe again. Taking a seat on the chair previously occupied by Jungkook, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You notice the red hue on your cheeks and your lips part in awe at how flustered you look. Almost, as if you have run a mile.

Something about this moment makes you come to a quick decision. For a long time, you have been toying with the idea of confessing but have always backed out every time you had a chance. But not anymore.

You grab a small piece of paper and a pen and write down what you have been wanting to tell Jungkook.

You make it direct and simple and put it in Jungkook's handbag.

The moment you zip the chain, you feel this urge to take the chit out and throw it in the dustbin but you somehow, withhold yourself from doing so.

You are aware that he won't notice the chit until he's back in his dorms. The bag contains all the skin care products (handpicked by you) he uses before going to bed. Which also means you would have to wait until tomorrow when you're back to work to know Jungkook's answer.

Seems like it's gonna be a sleepless night for you.

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The next day, you go to work with nervous excitement. While in the car, you couldn't wait for your destination to arrive yet at the same time dreaded it. It's this mixed feeling where you can't decide what you want but in the end, realise that it's better to just get over it.

However, while you're walking towards Jungkook's make-up room, Namjoon calls your name.

"Y/N," he shouts to get your attention. Once he notices he has it, he walks up to you. "My dressing room is the other way."

"I know that," you say with a small frown, wondering why he is telling you this.

"Oh," Namjoon realises that you're unaware of the changes. "You don't know, do you?"

You shake your head, your confusion only increasing. "Know what?"

"Jungkook has requested a new make-up artist. So now, you're in charge of my make up," he replies.

Namjoon's words ring in your ears and you feel the world around you fade. You knew that there was always the chance that he doesn't feel the same way. You knew if that were the case it'd hurt but you'd accept it. However, you didn't expect Jungkook to do this.

It feels like the unbloomed flower has been stomped by someone and you're left to feel the crushing pain.

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herrscherofinsanity · 9 months

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Meeting Yu Again

Summary: It's been a month since that enchanting night and Jimin makes it her life's mission to run into you again and get you to fall for her along the way.

Fluff

Yu Jimin x fem!reader

Word count: 5.3k

Hi! This is part 2 for Enchanted to meet Yu, if you haven't checked that one out I strongly recommend you do.

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About a month later

Saturday, 3pm.

“Yeji please! I’m desperate, okay?”

“Look Jimin, how is you being a little coward any of my business?” Yeji said, she was clearly irritated but Jimin wasn’t ready to back down.

Jimin ran a hand through her hair, she closed her eyes and took a moment to catch her breath. She definitely wasn’t expecting Yeji to be so difficult about the whole thing. Think Jimin! What could convince Yeji to help me out?

The two girls were currently sitting at a café near Yeji’s house, Jimin had called her friend under the pretense that they hadn’t seen each other in so long and they should hang out, but Yeji should’ve known better than that. Jimin had been begging for the past hour or so to throw a party at Yeji’s house.

“Why don’t you just text her, you know, like a normal person would?” Yeji inquired.

Jimin tensed up at her friend’s statement. “And say what?” she hissed. “Hey y/n, I know it’s been a month since we met, I’m sorry I never texted you or anything, I was too scared to do so because I kept hearing rumors about you.” Jimin looked at Yeji incredulously, Yeji on the other hand, couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s current state of distress.

“She might appreciate the honesty”. Jimin groaned, but Yeji continued “Plus, she could’ve also texted you but she didn’t”.

“Weren’t you the one who said she was never one to take the first step?” Jimin stared at her friend suspiciously. “Were you lying to me!? Why are you trying to come in between my future wife and me?” she exclaimed.

A few days after she met you, while she was trying to muster up the courage to DM you on Instagram, Jimin asked Yeji what she knew about you and how she could approach you. Yeji had admitted that she didn’t know much about your love life other than some rumors that had been going around your school. Everything Jimin heard came down to one thing, you never said yes to anyone how asked you out, you didn’t seem interested at all in dating.

That left Jimin absolutely baffled, you definitely were interested in her back at the dance recital, that gave her a little hope but it wasn't enough to get her to make the first move. How was she supposed to approach an unapproachable girl?

“Her friends say she’s not the type to go after someone, if you want to get anywhere with her you have to take the first step… but there’s really no guaranteeing she’ll say yes”. Yeji’s previous words echoed in Jimin’s mind.

The whole thing left her feeling torn, Jimin was dying to talk to you, but her fear of rejection ended up winning in the end. That brought her to the current situation, convincing Yeji to throw a party for her birthday, invite all of her friends and coincidentally run into you. Jimin had convinced herself it was the perfect plan; she just needed the birthday girl to agree.

“Relax Jimin” Yeji sighed “you asked me about her and I was honest with you” she shrugged.

Don’t strangle your friend, Jimin.

“Wait a minute” the gears in Jimin’s head started to turn “there was another girl that night, the one you took to your dressing room. You’re interested in her, aren’t you?”

Jimin noticed how Yeji’s eyes widened for a split second. Checkmate.

“Okay, and?” Yeji said, trying way too hard to be casual “what’s it to you?”

“She’s y/n’s friend, isn’t she?” Jimin smiled, mischief swimming in her eyes “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen her on some of my wife’s Instagram stories”.

“Yes, they’re friends” Yeji replied carefully “y/n is the reason Ryujin came to the dance recital in the first place, she asked her to tag along”. Jimin didn’t miss the slight blush that covered Yeji’s cheeks as she mentioned your friend.

“That’s perfect! Don’t you see?” Jimin exclaimed “if we do this, then both of us win!”.

“Oh yeah? How?”

“We plan the party, you invite y/n because she’s your friend, you drop hints that you wish for Ryujin to be there for your birthday party, y/n invites Ryujin and bam! You get your girl to celebrate your birthday with you and I get a chance to make the love of my life fall in love with me”. Jimin’s excitement was contagious, Yeji wasn’t really the type to party, but she couldn’t deny that Jimin’s little scheme wasn’t half bad.

After considering her friend’s proposal, a smile grew across Yeji’s face. “You know what? Sure, let’s do this thing”.

Jimin jumped out of her seat and into her friend’s arms. “Yes, yes yes! Thank you so much for this, Yeji, I’ll make sure both of our nights are perfect”.

She finally did it, she finally found her way back to you, and she was about to do everything in her power to get you to agree to go out with her. Yu Jimin vowed right then and there; she was going to get you to fall in love with her.

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Monday, 7am.

You were currently standing in front of your locker, humming along to the song that was currently playing through your headphones. Too busy being stuck in your own little world, you failed to notice someone was approaching you.

You turned around when you felt a tap on your shoulder, a boy was standing behind you, a shy smile on his face and a single rose on his hand. You raised one of your eyebrows as you removed your headphones. The boy looked familiar, but you’d be lying if you said you knew what his name was.

“Hi y/n, how was your weekend?” he said, taking a step closer to you.

“It was fine, thank you for asking” you tried your best to give him a small smile. Telling someone you like them must be nerve wracking.

“Oh, well, that’s good to hear” he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, he was clearly expecting you to keep the conversation flowing but that wasn’t going to happen. “I was wondering if you would like to go out with me after school? Maybe we could get ice cream or something”.

You sighed before shaking your head “sorry, I’m not interested in dating”.

“If you could just give me a chance maybe it would change your mind” he tried again.

“I said no, please stop insisting”. You put your headphones back in and turned to your locker once again. A second later you felt someone tapping your shoulder, internally rolling your eyes you looked over your shoulder to see if it was still the boy from before only to realize it wasn’t.

“I know Nayeon left you in shambles, but it’s been almost two years, you should try to give someone a chance” your best friend, Chloe said.

You tensed up when she said that. Im Nayeon. Your neighbor and childhood friend turned into crush turned into lover and then into ex when she left for college. Nayeon had been your first everything, the older girl had shown you what it was like to be loved and to be in love, but it didn’t last. When it was time for your lover to leave for college, she gave you an excuse about not wanting to deal with a long-distance relationship claiming it would be too much of a hassle. You begged her to give your relationship a chance, but she said it was a necessary change, she needed to find herself and a kid like you would only bring her down. To add insult to injury, your older sister, Liz, was and still is best friends with Nayeon.

“Can we not talk about her? Besides, I’m not interested in relationships”.

Your friend laughed; she knew perfectly well a certain dancer had been plaguing your thoughts for the past month now. “Oh really?” her tone was dripping with sarcasm “and what happened to the girl you couldn’t shut up about? You know, the one you were so close to kissing?”.

You shut your locker before turning to fully face Chloe; your friend certainly didn’t miss the blush that was covering your cheeks. “That felt different, something about Jimin was different” you sighed again, a lovesick expression on your face “but anyway, that was a whole month ago, if something was meant to happen it would’ve happened by now”.

“So, what you’re saying is that if that Jimin girl were to come here right this second and asked you out, you would say yes and stop being emo about your ex?”.

“I’m not being emo! Me not wanting a relationship has nothing to do with the fact that I was dumped” you huffed “but… I wouldn’t say no if a certain someone asked me out”.

Just then, your friend Yeji approached you two, a smile present on her face.

“Hello girls! It’s a good thing I caught you here, there’s something I need to talk to you about” the senior said. You and Chloe exchanged a look, before staring at Yeji with anticipation.

“Is it another dance recital?” Chloe blurted out. Yeji let out a loud laugh while you groaned covering your face with your hands in the process.

“I bet y/n here would like that, but no.” both of your friends laughed, Yeji continued “my birthday is coming up, I’m having a party this Saturday and I would love it if you both came” she ended with a smile. Inviting Chloe means there’s less chance of y/n refusing to attend.

“I must admit I’m surprised, you’re not really into parties” you pointed out.

Yeji internally cursed Jimin before answering, a forced smile on her lips “I know, I’m trying to step out of my comfort zone this year”.

You hummed not fully convinced, but you weren’t going to press further. “Sure Yeji, I’ll be there” you smiled.

“Me too!” Chloe chimed in. Yeji smiled at the two of you.

“Great! Also, y/n feel free to bring a plus one with you, I really won’t mind” she gave you a pointed look, you raised your eyebrow in return. Is Yeji talking about Ryujin?

“Right, I’ll see what I can do” you saw relief washing through Yeji’s face “thanks for the invite, we’ll definitely be there” you said as you made a move to walk away.

“Oh! y/n?” Yeji called out to you “try not to miss the party, there’s someone in attendance who’s just dying to see you” she finished with a smirk, you felt your heart skip a beat and hope blooming in your chest.

Could it be?

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Saturday, 5pm.

You were currently at your house getting ready for Yeji’s party, your friends Ryujin and Chloe insisted on getting ready together so no one would be over or underdressed. Your friends were discussing some drama that happened during lunch time yesterday, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on their words. Your thoughts took the form of a certain raven-haired beauty, a smile made its way to your face and a blush covered your cheeks as you thought about meeting the girl once more. Maybe this time you’ll have more time with her, maybe you’ll get to finish what you started. But at the same time, negative thoughts started plaguing your mind. What if Jimin wasn’t as excited to see you as you were? What if it was all in your head? Surely if she was interested in you, she would’ve reached out earlier, right?

“Hello? Earth to y/n?” you snapped out of your thoughts and noticed Chloe waving her hand in front of your face.

“Huh?”

Chloe sighed, while Ryujin looked on with concern in her eyes. “Are you okay? You seem a bit off…”

You bit your lip, wondering if you should dampen the mood or pretend everything’s fine. Looking at both of your friends, noticing the concern in both of their faces, you knew you could trust them with your inner turmoil.

“It’s just… what if I really see Jimin there?” you looked down, playing your hands “I mean, what if I’m not what she expected? And… she’s also a senior. What if I give her chance and then when she graduates, she leaves me?”

“y/n look at me” you locked eyes with Chloe, that’s when she noticed the tears in your eyes “Jimin isn’t Nayeon, give her a chance and see what happens. But most importantly, give yourself a chance, you deserve to be happy and to love freely. Heartbreak is a normal thing, especially at this age, but don’t throw away the chance to be happy with this girl just because you’re scared, okay? Ryujin, Michelle, Bea, and I will be here for you”. She went in for a hug, Ryujin joining in not even a second later.

“I have no idea who Nayeon is, but I’ll beat her up for you y/n” Ryujin stated, you chuckled at what she said, you were incredibly grateful for your friends and their support.

“Thank you, I needed that” you said as you pulled away from the hug so you could look at your friends properly. “I’ll go to that party and I’ll have the time of my life”.

“That’s the spirit! You should wear that little black dress; you know the one. Jimin won’t be able to take her eyes off of you” Chloe winked.

Amongst laughter and nonsensical chatter, you three finished getting ready and waited for Michelle and Bea, your other friends, to pick you up. As you looked at yourself in the mirror you couldn’t keep one specific thought out of your head.

Just you wait, Yu Jimin, I’ll make you fall in love with me no matter what.

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Saturday, 8pm.

“I think I’m gonna barf”.

“Not on my mother’s car you won’t, Ryujin!” Michelle exclaimed from the front seat. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I bet she’s nervous because it’s her first-time stepping foot in Yeji’s house” you said, a light laugh leaving your lips.

“What do you mean first time? You’ve been here before?” the nervous girl narrowed her eyes at you.

“Oh yeah, countless times” you said, getting out of the car, the others following your movements “and before you start plotting my death, I was invited strictly for rehearsals when we did that musical together last year”. Ryujin seemed to relax a bit, but her shoulders were still tense, Bea noticed this and attempted to make her feel better with some candy she kept on her purse at all times.

When you guys made your way into Yeji’s house you were surprised by how packed it was; Yeji had not only invited the whole senior and junior classes from your school, apparently, she invited people form other high schools as well. Chloe linked her arm with yours and you sent a reassuring smile her way, out of the corner of your eye you saw Michelle motioning you guys to move further into the house.

You knew the person you should be looking for was the birthday girl, but your heart was set on finding the girl who made you promise to teach her how to do flips a whole month ago. As you kept walking, you kept making eye contact with strangers. Does Yeji even know all these people?

You were about to give on up your search for the host and make your way to the kitchen when you felt someone standing right behind you. You were about to turn around and go off on a rant about personal space when the person, the girl, leaned in to whisper something in your ear that made your blood run cold.

“Hey stranger”. That deep voice, that playful tone…

You almost gave yourself whiplash with how fast you turned around, startling Chloe in the process. There she was, standing right in front of you with that goofy grin on her face. You couldn’t contain the smile that was growing in your face, you can’t even remember how many times you had dreamed of running into the girl again.

“Hey yourself. I really like your outfit, you look beautiful.” She truly looked beautiful; Jimin was wearing jeans and a crop top, showing off her abs in the process, her beautiful black hair was wavy today. She was giving off an effortless yet chic vibe and you were absolutely digging it.

Jimin smiled at your compliment, she felt her face getting hot and thanked the universe the lights were off. It hadn’t even been three minutes and she was already going insane. Truthfully speaking, Jimin had noticed you the moment you stepped foot into the house. Not that she had been dutifully staring at the door for the past hour or anything like that.

“Thank you, y/n. I like your dress, you look gorgeous” she said biting her lip.

Chloe looked between the two of you, a smirk growing on her face as she thought of her next move. “Hi, you’re the famous Yu Jimin, aren’t you? I’m Chloe Hosterman, y/n’s best friend. It’s very nice to meet you” she said. Jimin smiled in return and introduced herself; if she wanted to have a chance with you, she needed to win your friends over as well.

“Say Jimin, you obviously got here before we did, do you happen to know where Yeji is?” Chloe continued.

“Uh actually I lost sight of her a while ago, sorry about that”. Jimin said sheepishly. She had absolutely no idea where Yeji was, but she couldn’t really expose herself like that.

“Don’t worry about it” Chloe turned to address both of you “y/n, let’s split up. You and Jimin can go look for Yeji over there by the kitchen, we’ll take the dance floor, okay?” she said, sending a not so discreet wink your way. You laughed, mentally thanking your best friend for the opportunity.

You took Jimin’s hand and dragged her with you to the kitchen. You poked your head in and noticed it was empty. Perfect.

“No sign of Yeji here, we might as well take a break” you suggested, a playful grin displayed across your face. Jimin laughed, it was obvious what your and your friend’s intentions were, but she definitely wasn’t going to complain.

“It’s just you and me for now, we might as well play catch up, don’t you agree?” Jimin had an easy smile on her face. She had been a ball of nerves ever since Yeji agreed to play along with her little scheme, but now that she had you right in front of her, she only felt peace. Jimin knew from the start you were different, she didn’t understand why, but she wanted to find out, she wanted to keep feeling this way.

You agreed with Jimin, making a move to lean against the counter, you looked up at your companion with anticipation in your eyes. Jimin smiled softly, moving to stand right in front of you she loosely wrapped her arms around your waist, in return, you wrapped yours around her neck. You just stood there like that for a while, basking in each other’s presence.

“So…” Jimin began “what song did you choose for our upcoming performance?”. You laughed at her question.

“And here I was thinking you had forgotten all about that” you teasingly replied.

Jimin let out a gasp, bringing one of her hands to her chest. “You wound me, y/n. This performance is the only thing I’ve been able to think about.”

“Oh really?”

“Cross my heart. I even looked up tutorials for back flips” Jimin pouted, you let out a loud laugh at that. You had no idea whether Jimin was pulling your leg or not, but she definitely had a way to make things entertaining.

“Why did you make me promise to teach you how to do flips if you were going to watch tutorials behind my back?” you countered, Jimin saw the amusement swimming in your eyes “you’re the one who’s wounding me”.

“I wanted to impress you, obviously” Jimin grinned. “Is it working?”.

You hummed. “I’m not telling”. Jimin laughed, leaning in a bit.

“Not even for a kiss?” she playfully winked at you.

“Mm, you can give it a try, but I won’t make any promises”.

Jimin stared at your lips, then at your eyes, and then back at your lips. She had been dreaming of this moment for what felt like ages now. Even though she wanted to connect your lips as quickly as possible, she still wanted to make things a bit romantic. Jimin held your waist with a firmer grasp as she slowly leaned in. You closed your eyes waiting for Jimin to finally kiss you.

“Jimin! There you are!” Jimin let out a groan when she felt you pulling away, she turned to glare at the familiar voice that had called her name.

“Minjeong. What is it?” Jimin didn’t try to hide the irritation she was currently feeling. You, on the other hand, turned to look at the newcomer curiously. Right by the entrance of the kitchen, a girl with short brunette hair, big round eyes and a light pout on her lips stood watching the two of you awkwardly. She locked eyes with you and felt her heart skipping a beat when you smiled at her.

“I didn’t know you were busy.” The girl started “we hadn’t seen you in a while, we were getting worried” she said, looking down. She’s adorable, you thought to yourself.

Jimin felt like strangling her friends. They all knew the only reason she was here was to get close to the girl she was currently holding in her arms. Why on Earth where they looking for her? She stared blankly at Minjeong. Someone better be dying.

“Hey, Minjeong! Did you find her?” another girl made her way into the kitchen, she paused and stared at all of them one by one “Oh.”

“Is she here?” yet another girl walked in. You turned to look at Jimin, unable to stop the laugh that came out of your lips when you saw her right eye twitching. Jimin sighed.

“Okay, everyone’s here now. Great.” She said dryly. “y/n, these are my best friends Minjeong, Aeri and Yizhuo” she said pointing to each individual as she introduced them. “Girls, this is y/n” she gave them a pointed look when she said that. You noticed the growing smirk on Aeri’s face.

“Ohhhh” she started “This is the girl you haven’t been able to shut up about. I can see why you’re so whipped, she’s gorgeous!” the girl exclaimed. Yizhuo laughed loudly at the face Jimin was making, Minjeong laughed along but she looked mortified.

You tried to come to Jimin’s rescue, “it’s very nice to meet you girls” you smiled warmly. You didn’t seem fazed at Aeri’s bold remarks, she was impressed. Perhaps she just needed to be a bit more embarrassing to get a reaction out of you.

Before she could try another tactic, more people made their way into the kitchen. This time, said people were rather unfamiliar to Jimin, but they seemed to react positively when they spotted you by her side.

“y/n, we found Yeji! You should go say hi” a tall blonde said, only then did she turn to acknowledge the other people in the kitchen, she had a perplexed expression on her face. “You already made friends? How much have you been drinking?”

Aeri noticed how you tensed up at that comment; you coughed awkwardly. “I haven’t had anything to drink yet. This is Jimin, and this are Jimin’s friends, Minjeong, Aeri and Yizhuo” you introduced them.

“Ah, gotcha!” she exclaimed. The girl, in Jimin’s opinion, was very cheerful. “I’m Michelle!” She pulled three other girls closer to her “this is Bea, this is Chloe and this one is Ryujin! We’re y/n’s best friends!” the blonde had a contagious smile on her face.

“Do you mind if we steal y/n away for a second?” the girl introduced as Bea said. “It would be very impolite not to say hi to the host of the party, I hope you understand”.

“So formal all the time” Chloe teased, the other girl huffed.

You walked away from Jimin and over to your friends, not before leaving a kiss on the other girl’s cheek. “I’ll catch you later, okay?”. Jimin felt like she had forgotten how to speak and simply nodded as she watched you walk away. She regained her composure when she heard Aeri cackling.

“Remind me who that girl was?” Yizhuo said “her name rings a bell”.

“She’s the girl Jimin literally tackled and then claimed as her future wife” Aeri explained.

“She’s also the reason we’re all here at this party instead of chilling at home” Minjeong added.

“Ah, that’s right!” Yizhuo exclaimed. “The girl Jimin was way too scared to text”. Aeri laughed even louder at that, Jimin rolled her eyes.

“You were too afraid to text her, yet here you were, about ready to suck her face off. Jimin, have some shame”. Jimin let out an indignant huff as she made a move to walk away, she refused to acknowledge her friends' teasing remarks.

On the other side of the party, you had just finished thanking Yeji for the invite. You and your friends walked away and towards a more secluded spot, not before making sure Ryujin invited the birthday girl to the dance floor. You considered your next move as you watched both Ryujin and Yeji trying their best to act casual, you could hang out with your friends for a bit or you could go back and look for Jimin. As you tried to decide what to do, you felt someone pulling you away with them.

Startled, you looked towards the stranger only to let out a sigh of relief.

“Did I scare you?” Jimin giggled, you playfully rolled your eyes at her.

“You seriously need to stop scaring me, I might get the wrong impression”. You laughed lightly. Jimin decided to cut to the chase.

“Run away with me?” she whispered.

“Huh?” you were surprised by her request. What did she mean by that?

“Nothing too serious” she quickly added when she noticed your apprehension “I meant just for tonight, we keep getting interrupted and I want to get to know you better without all these people around”.

“Tempting” you played along “where are you taking me?”

Jimin simply gave you a mysterious smile before winking. “You’ll see, love.”

Chloe’s words from earlier rang in your head. Give yourself a chance. And that’s exactly what you did. Shooting your friends a quick text so they wouldn’t worry, you followed Jimin out of the house, her hand firmly holding yours.

Jimin walked you to her car, opening the passenger door for you and then closing it once you were strapped in. She jogged over to the driver’s side and gave you a goofy grin as she got in. “My parents gave me the ‘first date’ talk. Get ready for the best night of your life” you giggled at her comment. She’s such a dork, but I can’t deny she’s making my heart melt at every chance she gets.

“Ah, so this is a date?”

Jimin thought for a moment before answering. “Yes and no? I can definitely do better than this, I promise, but just the thought of taking you out on a date is making me feel all giddy and excited” she smiled softly at you.

You reached out to take her hand in yours and returned her smile warmly. “You’ll just have to blow my mind away on our next date, then. For now, let’s enjoy this moment together”. Without further ado, Jimin drove away.

You had to admit, you were the most disoriented person on the face of the Earth. You had absolutely no idea where Jimin was taking you, only realizing where you were once you got to your destination. Jimin quickly got out of the car to open the passenger door for you, she held your hand as she helped you out. You leaned in, softly pressing your lips to her cheek as a thank you. The goofy grin she had refused to leave her face.

“The park, really?” You laughed at her choice. Jimin laughed along with you, reaching towards the backseat of her car to grab something you couldn’t really make out.

“Well,” she grabbed your hand and pulled you along with her “we did make a promise to come here”.

Once you were far enough for her liking she stopped walking, fiddling with the object she had retrieved from her car. While she turned on what you later realized was a speaker, she kept the conversation going.

“Are you ready for our performance?” she quietly asked.

“Yeah, definitely” you answered just as quietly, it felt as if you two were sharing a secret.

Just then, the opening for ‘Can I Have this Dance?’ from the High School Music 3 soundtrack started playing from Jimin’s speaker. As she set it down on the ground, she carefully watched out for your reaction. “I’m sorry if this is a bit too cheesy for you, I’m a really big fan of Disney movies and I thought-” you cut her off before she could keep going down that spiral.

“It’s okay, Jimin. Perfect, actually”. You softly smiled at her. Jimin felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest from how fast it was beating. Before she could keep overthinking the whole thing, she took one of your hands and followed along to the lyrics of the song.

Jimin softly sang the lyrics of the song to you as she expertly spun you around. You felt as if you were on cloud nine, the moment felt perfect. Your companion kept guiding you through the song, looking directly in your eyes when certain lyrics rang through the park.

It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do

And with every step together, we just keep on getting better.

“You know I believe, that we were meant to be” Jimin sang softly, bringing you closer to her body. You couldn’t help the huge grin that was covering your face.

Just as the song came to an end, Jimin finally kissed you. Her arms wrapped firmly around your waist, yours wrapped around her neck. She kissed you softly at first, slowly, as if giving you the chance to pull away if you so desired. When she felt you kissing back, her kisses grew more passionate, and you tried to keep up with her pace.

Kissing Jimin felt like coming home, it felt right. You had been waiting so long to be able to feel this way again, rejecting people left and right as you were too scared to open your heart. That was, until Jimin came along, she literally made you fall for her. And in that moment, sharing your first kiss under the moonlight, you realized this whole time you had been waiting for her to come along.

When oxygen became an issue, Jimin pulled away, resting her forehead against yours. Her eyes were still closed, she was trying to catch her breath, but there was no hiding the huge smile on her face. Jimin let out a soft laugh and you couldn’t help but join her.

“What is it?” you asked as you brought one of your hands to caress her cheek.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that” she said breathily, the soft smile refusing to leave her face.

“I know what you mean” you began “let’s not wait that long for the second one, yeah?”

Jimin laughed at that right before bringing her lips down to yours one more time.

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Sunday, 1am.

[1:03 am] Jimin <3: Thank you for tonight

[1:03 am] Jimin <3: I can’t wait to see you again

[1:04 am] Jimin <3: Sweet dreams, beautiful.

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A/N: It's finally here! I really hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you have any requests or anything just let me know, I'll try my best to write them. I'll also try to get more writing done since I'm free for a few weeks. Anywayyy, thank you for reading!

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midmourn · 6 months

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good 4 u

title good 4 u

pairing lee donghyuck x gender neutral!reader

characters lee donghyuck, mark lee [nct] yoo jimin/karina, uchinaga aeri/giselle [aespa], kim seungmin [stray kids], jeon heejin [artms, ex-loona],

summary it’s all thanks to you that haechan is doing so great.

warnings angst

word count 1640

a/n last fic to the sour series!! next is guts series ;) if you have a song in mind for a dream member, lmk!!

“Egoistical.”

“Jerk.”

“Fuckboy.”

“You really know how to pick ‘em, don’t you?” Seungmin hummed as he took a bite of his sandwich. You rolled your eyes, ignoring him and turning back to Giselle and Karina.

“Ignore him,” Giselle scoffed, side-eyeing him before saying, “OK. Continue. What else?”

Karina snapped her fingers, getting an idea, “Name his icks!”

“Oh, God,” you sighed, putting your head in your hands. “How he’s a fucking gamer. He would be on that game twenty-four-seven!”

“Immediate red flag,” Karina said, patting your shoulder as you groaned, slumping over the table. “Are you sure you're not colorblind, Y/N?”

“More like just dumb,” Seungmin pushed your bowl of salad closer to you, bumping it into your head. “Eat.”

“I don’t think I can,” you huffed, “I see him next period. I’m afraid I’ll throw up.”

“Ooh, throw up on him!” Giselle said excitedly with Karina nodding in agreement.

You threw a look at her, “I will not! No matter how funny it would be, I’d be so embarrassed.” Seungmin stiffened next to you, making you glance his way and see that he was glaring at something in the distance. You follow his gaze and feel your mouth dry, blinking as you stare at the scene in front of you.

Here was your ex-boyfriend, only being broken up for two weeks, throwing his arm over some girl you vaguely recognized from your English literature class. Heejin, you thought her name was. He looked good, way too good for someone just broke up with someone who they supposedly wanted to give the world to.

You thought for a split second, that maybe, just maybe, they were just friends. And then his head turned to plant a kiss right on her lips and every hope you had left shattered.

“Two-timer,” Karina added bitterly to your conversation from earlier. You swallowed roughly, tearing your eyes away from the scene. You briefly registered the feeling of Seungmin’s hand resting on your knee, squeezing once in comfort. You don’t know if your eyes teared up from the sight of Haechan and Heejin, or from the once-in-a-lifetime kindness from Seungmin.

“There’s no way he wasn’t,” Giselle gaped at the sight. “In a couple of weeks? Cheater.”

“Fuckboy,” Seungmin repeated, stressing the word. He stood up, shoving the last bite of his sandwich in his mouth and pulled you up with him. “C’mon, we’re skipping class. He better hope we don’t see each other off campus.”

Your head perked up slightly at the sound of a familiar voice, watching Haechan and Mark Lee walk around the corner, neither noticing you in your corner of the library. You were surrounded by your textbooks, studying for your upcoming test in literature.

“—But yeah, this therapist I’ve been seeing, I can totally hook you up with her,” Haechan was saying, patting Mark on the shoulder as they went to a bookshelf. “She’s great, helping me work on myself to be better. For Heejin.”

You were the one who got him in touch with the therapist. Your fists clenched.

“Cool. Wait, dude, what? I thought you couldn’t refer me,” Mark said in confusion, scanning through the titles of the books.

“No, Mark!” Haechan shook his head, adding an unnecessary whine to his voice, “I think that only applies when you’re the therapist, can’t have any patients with, like, personal ties.”

“Oh,” Mark dragged out the second letter, nodding his head and coming to a stop on a book. “Hey, found it. Let’s go check it out.”

“Ms. Jang loves you more than she loves me, you do it—”

“Because I don’t defile her sacred place with all your sins—”

“Sins! What else is the library meant for? Studying?”

“Definitely not making out and going to third base—”

Their loud voices faded away the further they got. Your pencil lead broke, making you blink in surprise and turn to it, seeing you had been gripping the pencil so hard onto your paper that it made a harsh mark on it and broke. You unclench your jaw and look back down at your paper as a drop of liquid hits it, staining it.

The feeling of wetness on your cheeks made you inhale and exhale unevenly, trying to calm your breathing. You blinked away an onset of tears, thinking back to last night when Seungmin finally left your dorm. As soon as you reassured him that you were OK, he reluctantly left and when you were sure he was gone, you burst into tears.

Instead of bothering your roommate with your crying, you hid in the bathroom for almost the entire night. Being pathetic, looking at your gallery full of Haechan and crying.

You swiftly wiped under your eyes as Giselle and Karina entered the back of the library, beelining to your corner. They didn’t need to know.

“Woah,” a classmate from Linguistics gaped as Haechan pulled into his parking spot, in his shiny, bright, new Tesla. “A Tesla! That shit’s crazy.” He turned to his friends to either talk shit about Haechan or praise him. You hoped it was the former.

“Where the hell did he get money for that?” You spat under your breath to Seungmin, who crossed his arms and shook his head in reply.

“I heard he got accepted at that internship,” Giselle crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the boy as he stepped out of the car. “That one he’s—”

The one that you helped him study for?

“He got money from that?” You scoffed, glaring even harder as Heejin stepped out of the passenger side. The two joined hands, walking off without even a glance your way. You were seething by now. You wanted to strangle him so bad. “No way. He’s gotta be, like, in the mafia.”

“He’d die in seconds because of that mouth of his,” Seungmin snickered.

“I hate him,” you huffed, storming off into the opposite direction. Your friends followed dutifully as you rambled on about your ex-boyfriend. “He doesn’t even look my way! It’s like we weren’t in a relationship for a whole fucking year! And I’m the reason he’s doing so better; that internship? I helped him with it! What the fuck?”

Haechan discarded you like he was bored of you, even after an entire year of dating. That was partly the reason why it hurt so much; did you really mean nothing to him?

His sweet words, touches that seemed to burn you everywhere. He left a mark on you like no other. You didn’t know if it would ever fade away.

You were back in your spot in the corner of the library, far away from the librarian, Ms. Jang. Your books were closed, put away. You just needed some space to think, and then it turned into a silent crying session after getting too far into your memories with Haechan. You were just lucky that no one had come to the back yet.

It was only a moment later that giggling filled your ears and you rolled your eyes so hard you thought they were going to fall out. Of course, you had to jinx yourself. There was no way you were staying to witness a happy couple make out in what they thought was an empty corner. Groaning under your breath, you go to collect your textbooks and folders, only to stop midway once you recognize one of the giggles.

Despite not wanting to, you slowly looked up to confirm your thoughts. Right in front of you was Haechan and Heejin, the boy peppering kisses all over her face with a lovestruck grin on his face.

There was a loud crack, but it seemed like you were the only one to hear it. Your heart clenched painfully in your chest, chest tightening as it got harder to breathe and see. Tears clouded your vision, but you could hear Haechan’s next words loud and clear.

“I swear, you’re like the only one that gets me,” he whispered seriously. He said that same fucking sentence to you.

Your eye twitched. That was the last straw. You stood up, chair screeching as it slid back against the marble floor and shoved your books in your bag clumsily. You could barely see, but you knew that they were looking at you.

You wiped under your eyes harshly, blinking back the tears as you sniffled. God, you hoped he couldn’t tell you were crying. That would be so embarrassing.

“Y/N,” Haechan said your name softly, almost in an apologetic way but you knew he wasn’t truly sorry. Instead of acknowledging him, you shoulder your bag and swiftly turn to walk past the couple quickly. Your hopes die as he grabbed your arm as you went to walk by him.

“Hey,” he said softly. “I—I didn’t know you were here or—”

You turned to him so swiftly it startled him, glaring straight at him and ignoring Heejin, “Oh, yes you did. You know that this is usually my spot. You came here on purpose to try and make me jealous. It’s pathetic, really. Having a new relationship yet here you are, basically chasing after your ex, trying to get my attention.” You turn to Heejin, who looks at you wide-eyed, and a bit of hurt at your words, “I truly do feel sorry for you, Heejin. He isn’t the boy,” you spat the word out, “—you think he is. He’s a liar, and I bet you he was talking to you when he was still dating me.” Your head turned to him slightly, “People don’t change. Especially people like him.”

“But, you know what,” you chuckled breathily, “Congratulations, Haechan. You seem to be getting everything you want. Good for you. But you should really be thanking me, because I’m the fucking reason you’re doing so well. Fuck you.”

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beautifulfuckup99 · 6 months

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Hiiii! I love your stories you’re so creative! If possible could you do a Dom Jimin smut?

Yes! I'd love to lol

Title: His Favorite Doll

Warning(s): Dom!Jimin (Duh...), D!rty Talk...

Author's Note: Lets make this... CEO!Jimin (Non-Idol!AU) Shakes things up a bit lol. Enjoy...

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"Y/N! You're late! The hell's the matter with you, girl." Frank says as you rush into the club, tired and soaked from the rain outside. "I'm gonna stop paying you if you keep pushing your luck, honey." He states and you fight off the urge to roll your eyes.

"Frank, you let me go and you can kiss your business goodbye." You snort as you make quick work with your hair, pinning it up even without being in the locker room yet. Had to get it ready for the wig you'd be wearing for tonight. Your boss chuckles.

"Damn you, you're right. Hurry up and get dressed. Busy night ahead of us." He says as you turn towards the "dressing room" which was really just the locker room.

"Us?" You mutter. Just like your boss to think working at a kink, BDSM-themed, nightclub was a team effort. But you shake it off, prepping yourself for yet another long night.

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"Y/N! Off the floor!" Frank calls to you as you're in the midst of fake laughing at some random businessman's lame jokes. You pause your laughing and see Frank nod towards VIP, which makes you confused for a split second, before it hits you.

See, Frank always had who was on for the VIP area posted in the locker room. So, there was never any confusion as to who went where. You'd read earlier that Winnie was on for the VIP area tonight, but if Frank was calling for you, it was because you were being requested.

There's only one person who'd request you...

Jimin.

You feel your heartbeat quicken and you quickly excuse yourself from the table of men and power walk through the crowded nightclub to get to Frank.

"Your boy's back. Sittin and waitin, like always." He sighs to you as you fuss over your corset a bit, suddenly feeling like your all-black lingerie set and cat ears were silly. You only felt like that when Jimin was in your little BDSM nightclub joint. Best one in the city, and yet you felt like it was beneath him.

You head to the section and see that while Winnie is playing with some random businessman's tie as she talks to another, Jimin is sat on the other white sofa opposite them, swirling the clear liquid in his glass. When he notices you, he smiles, eyes like a cat, and it makes you shiver...

"Jimin. Back already..." You smile, trying to keep your voice sweet, but the relief was clear. Jimin was your best client, honestly. Frank said in this style of work, there 'were no such things as clients', but Jimin never asked for anyone but you. On the rare nights that you had off, you'd hear from co-workers that he'd come in, sit in VIP, not talk to anyone, and then finish his drink before leaving.

Plus, a big shot CEO like him? God, he tipped amazing!

He stands up and beckons you closer. "Doll." He says gently as you walk over and stand in front of him. He grabs your hand and kisses it lightly. "It's been too long." He notes softly and you wanna laugh.

"It's been two weeks." You nod.

"You've been counting." He notes and you fight off a blush. It was your job to be seductive here, yet he always beat you at your own game...

"Possibly." You whisper as you rub a hand along his chest lazily while looking up at him. He smirks as he eyes you closer, hands comfortably in his pockets.

"What kept you away?" You ask as you look him in the eyes, but the gaze is just too intense. He looked at you like he was reading every thought racing through your head. Sometimes it was too much...

You look back down, and he grabs your chin to force you to look up at him. "Business deal I had to close over in France. You understand." He says nonchalantly, and you hum slowly.

"Did you... Close it?" You ask gently, genuinely curious.

"Always do." He nods.

"So, we're... Celebrating..." You say slowly as you nod, making him chuckle lightly.

"Already got the room." He says softly and you hum, playing it calm and cool, but inside, you were ready and willing to get this show on the road...

You give Winnie a nod, and she giggles softly. "Have fun you two..." She calls playfully and you roll your eyes at her need to taunt you.

You get to the room numbered '93', and Jimin slips the key into the lock. He'd could only get that key from paying a pretty high price to Frank. On the door is the sign listing all the rules for being in here, including the time limit in bold font. 'No more than half an hour!'

The door unlocks and he opens it. "After you..." He says gently and you hum and sway your hips a bit as you walk, wanting to start your show a bit early.

The room is tinted a dark shade of red and there's a lonesome lounge leather chair sat in the middle of the room, facing a glass box that wasn't so big, but was enough to stand there and give a show. See, there was a thin line between a BDSM club and an all-out brothel. And Frank loved dancing on that line.

'If they can't touch you, it's not a brothel. It's just a private sex show! See? Morally grey, legally okay!' Frank always says anytime the detail of these "playrooms" (as Frank calls them) comes into question. You were meant to get in that glass box and listen to every word the gentleman of the night said to you. Tonight, and almost every night for the past month, it's Jimin.

He hums as he gets comfortable in that chair with his drink in hand. "Why... Aren't you wearing the lingerie I sent for you?" He finally asks as you ascend the two steps that lead up to the glass box. You stop in your tracks. You knew it'd be brought up sooner or later.

"We're not... Allowed to wear what clients send in." You say bashfully. "It was lovely though." You try to add fast.

"It was a five thousand dollar set." He says, unamused by it not being on your body. You look down at the set you'd picked instead. Frank made you guys buy your own 'costumes' and this sure as hell wasn't some five thousand dollar set...

"Well..." You shift from one foot to the other. "That just sounds like a waste of money." You note, wanting to lighten the tension, but with Jimin? That wasn't possible.

He leans back a bit and licks his lips slowly. "You're lucky I can't touch you." He says finally after a moment of just his eyes lingering your body.

"Wha... Why?" You ask softly.

"Because I'd make that ass red as punishment for refusing my gifts. If I want that body in the best, that's what it should be." He states and your heart catches in your throat for just a moment before you catch yourself.

"Should. But can't." You say without thinking and the look in his eyes proves you're lucky he can't touch you...

He eyes you up and down for a moment before he hums and rubs his chin. "I'm waiting, doll..." He finally says softly, and you quickly turn and get behind that thick glass wall, closing yourself in.

"Take that cheap shit off." Jimin says, putting one leg over the other. You slowly comply. You take your time getting completely naked, putting on your show of dancing around as you strip off each item of your set. When you're fully naked, he points a finger to the 'toy box' behind you.

This glass area had a few things inside like a box full of different toys, a rack that held whips and ropes on it, and a soft carpet to lay on...

"Get the clamps." Jimin says and you rummage through the toy box and grab just that. You look over at Jimin as you softly pinch your nipples between your thumb and index finger to get them hard enough before you place the cool metal clamps on them. Your breath hitches at the tightness you feel around your nipples and Jimin's eyes don't leave your body for a second.

"Get your collar. Make it tight." He orders, eyes ravaging your body like it was taking everything in him to stay put. You whimper quietly as you bend over to find a collar.

The clamps tighten at the movement of your body, and you pant, feeling your clit throb at both the attention of the clamps and the attention of Jimin. You find the collar and put it on, attaching the chains from the clamps to your collar so any movement of your head could tug at the clamps and therefore tug and squeeze your nipples slightly.

"That's a good doll. You know where I want you." He says.

You moan softly at the way your nipples are feeling, but you try and focus as you walk over to the Sybian that's settled in the middle of the glass box you're in. There were a few toys you could use for your show, but Jimin loved the Sybian the most, because then he could control your body fully.

You straddle it and wait. That's all you can do. Hands behind your back, nipples clamped, collar squeezing around your neck just right. You wait with the nub nuzzled against your clit. You wait as he just stares at you. You wait as he finishes his drink, fighting the urge to grind down. No. You wait until finally... Finally, you feel the vibrations of the Sybian against your clit.

"Oh..." You moan lowly as you press down more. The vibrations were soft.

"Look at you. You're desperate for it already. We've just started our night, doll." Jimin tsks as he watches you, pointing the remote to add to the vibrations.

"Oh god!" You moan. Jimin was your favorite client for a reason. You didn't have to do much with him. It's like his pleasure came from your pleasure. Other clients expected for you to act like a pornstar to get them going. But with Jimin... It was natural. It was all so easy...

You didn't know what the hell a successful, rich, and intelligent CEO like Park Jimin was doing at a club like this, but you were grateful for it.

"Stay still." He speaks and his voice cuts through your foggy head like a hot knife through butter. "Speak if you understand." Jimin says and you shiver.

"Yes..." You pant as he raises the vibrations by one more.

Your head starts to go back until you feel the tug to your nipples. It makes you gasp, but you can't stop yourself from craving more.

"Greedy girl..." Jimin whispers, as if reading your mind. He raises the vibrations to level 6. You squeak but force your hips to stay still. Even though you wanted to so badly pull up, you knew you weren't allowed. The feeling was so intense...

"I don't have to touch you to get you like this, do I..." He says humorously as he sits back to watch you which makes you all the more wet.

"I bet you wanna hump that thing, don't you." He continues softly as he watches you begin to lose it. In the next second, the vibrations are gone. Your body trembles as you cry out, feeling the ache of your clit.

"No! Fuck, please!" You groan and Jimin hums.

"You can always just hump against it till you get off. But that's not what you want, is it. No... You want me to tell you when you can. You wanna be my dumb slut, don't you?" He whispers as you whine at the name, feeling your face heat up over how true it was. And it was only for him.

"Mm-Hm..." You hum quietly and he sets the vibrations back on. This time on 10. It gives you a jolt that's too much and makes you scream out. He shuts it off and you try catching your breath, clit sensitive from the overstimulation.

"See? I knew you could get louder than that. I don't think I heard you, doll. Are you my dumb slut?" He asks calmly as you hold in all your last bit of self-control.

"Y-Yes! Yes, I-I'm... Dumb... S-Slut..." You manage to get out as the vibrations come back again, this time at around a 5. Just enough to make you want more...

"Ji-Jimin..." You whine between pants as Jimin leans forward now and watches you like you're his favorite tv show.

"You're sensitive tonight, huh. What? Haven't cum in awhile?" He smirks and you lick your lips.

"I... N-Not today." You whisper lustfully and Jimin groans softly at your confession.

"Did somebody make you cum yesterday?" He asks, a hard look on his face that you want so badly to kiss away. But you had to stay professional. Whatever the hell that meant in this line of business...

"N-No." You whisper fast, knowing how Jimin loved hearing he was the only client that could actually work you up like this. He smirks and raises the vibrations some more.

"Poor doll. What would you do without me? Hm?" He wonders as he eyes you. "You wanna hump? Hm? You fucking beg me first. You don't control that body. I do." He says and your eyes roll back at that, the pleasure clouding your mind like usual. You were addicted to this.

"Please! Please, let me..." You beg.

"You can do better than that." Jimin laughs lowly and you whine more, head rolling back. "Look at how you get from me controlling some machine. Now just imagine if I could fuck you..." He whispers and the image is a juicy one. You didn't have to wonder. You knew if you ever gave in to Jimin's advances, you wouldn't regret it. But it was against workplace rules...

And you could not lose this damn job. Or the paycheck. But none of that stopped you from imagining Jimin taking you roughly in this damn room...

"Please! Please, Jimin. Please let me hump this toy while I look at you..." You whisper in need as you force yourself to look him in the eyes. He smirks wider and presses the button on the remote attached to the chair. The vibrations go from a 5 to a 7 fast.

"Grind against the toy. Little desperate slut... Keep looking at me while you do it. Don't you fucking take your eyes off of me. Don't you fucking dare. Do you understand, doll?" He whispers with a darkness to his tone that only adds to your pleasure. You nod fast.

"Words, doll." Jimin says and you open your mouth only for that 7 to go to an 8 and make you moan louder.

"Yes!" You cry out as you start to grind against the vibrations. Jimin licks his lips and groans softly as he watches your body begin to tremble.

"Stick that tongue out. I wanna watch my dumb slut drool on herself." He orders and you whine but do as you're told, sticking out your tongue as you hump faster.

"That's my good girl..." Jimin praises softly as you feel the drool start to drip from your tongue, falling on to your chest. It just added to your horniness.

"Are you close?" He whispers and you whine in response before realizing you had to use your words.

"Y-Yes. Yes..." You gasp out. Between the clamps and the collar, you felt like you couldn't breathe in the best way possible.

"But you won't. Not until I say, right? I could even leave right now. Leave you drenched and right on the edge..." Jimin whispers and you shake your head fast.

"No! No, please..." You beg, desperate for release at this moment. Jimin had never denied you in the past, but you couldn't help but plead for him not to start now.

"I-I'll do anything! God, please!" You cry out, unable to lift your hips to relieve the pressure of the vibrations against your clit. That would just get you in trouble...

"Anything?" Jimin asks, eyebrow raising at the tempting deal. You notice his eyes darken and for a second, you wonder is saying that was the smartest choice...

He looked like he already had something in mind.

But you were right on the edge and holding it back, unable to cum until you hear the order come from his lips. You would do just about anything in this moment.

"Well. In that case," He chuckles softly. "Go ahead and cum, doll. For me." He whispers and your eyes roll back as you let yourself go.

"Oh my god!" You call out as your head falls back, causing the clamps to tug harder on your nipples and the collar to tighten and you get this head rush as you feel the water just come out of you...

Jimin's eyes widen for only a second before he rubs his face slightly. "Oh fuck." He whispers as you come back to reality, feeling sensitive and lightheaded. That had taken a lot out of you. Realization dawns as soon as you can think straight. You just...

"You squirted." Jimin says, eyes hungry for you as your body trembles in aftershocks.

"N-No more. Too... Too much." You manage to whisper between heavy pants and Jimin stops the vibrations to allow you to come down. He didn't wanna work you up too much...

You try getting off the machine, but your legs are like jelly. Jimin gets up and walks over to the glass box. He wasn't allowed in this section, but you... Always allowed it cause he only ever came in here to help.

He walks in and grabs you off of the machine and chuckles softly. "That's my good doll. This is why you're my favorite." He whispers in your ear as you whimper softly in response. He lays you on the soft carpet and takes off your collar and nipple clamps. He helps dress you back up as you lay basically limp. You were still floating. You smile up at Jimin and he takes a moment to really look at you before he hums.

"Are you okay?" He asks and you nod. "Words, doll." He states.

"Yes. I-I'm okay." You say gently and he hums.

"Good. Because you need to hold up your end of the deal..." He says expectingly and you blink in confusion before you remember. "You said anything." He smiles slyly at you and you feel your mouth get dry.

"Jimin, I... I can't sleep with yo-" He cuts you off.

"Is that what I asked for? No." He says and you feel slightly disappointed, but ignore that.

"Then... What do you want?" You ask gently as he stands up and holds out a hand for you. You take it and he helps you up, pulling you into his grasp. He looks down at you, the height difference noticeable when you weren't wearing your heels.

"Do you know what Chuseok is?" He asks and you hum.

"It... It's a Korean holiday, right?" You ask.

"Right. Like Korean Thanksgiving. A three-day harvest holiday. I have to go tomorrow so I can spend a week with my family. I... I need a plus one." He says and you freeze.

"I... I can't go! That... That's extremely unprofessional!" You try and he eyes you.

"Y/N, I just made you squirt on a remote controlled Sybian. I think we're passed professional." He says casually and you blush at the obviousness of that statement.

"Your family. Won't they mind? I-I mean... I can't. I can't miss work." You try and he nods and pulls out his wallet from his back pocket.

"What do you usually make in a week, hm? About... A grand? Two?" He asks as he starts to count the money in his wallet.

"Two thousand dollars? A little insulting..." You try and joke to cut the tension. But with someone like Jimin... That's impossible...

"You're right." He nods before he pulls out his black American Express card. "Pin is 573-" You cut him off.

"Whoa, whoa, I'm not... Taking your card." You try fast and he hums and puts it in your bra strap.

"Use this to take out whatever your time is worth. And I'll see you tomorrow morning when I pick you up for the airport." He says as he walks out of the box.

"Hey! Wait a second, I never agreed to... You don't even know where I live!" You try before remembering the two nights it had rained heavily and Jimin had his personal driver give you rides to and from work. You curse.

"Jimin!" You try as he walks to the door. He was so used to getting what he wanted. Always. God, he was spoiled...

"I'll see you tomorrow, doll. My driver will wait here for you after your shift." He says before smirking and leaving. You blink in shock. What the hell just happened?!

You stare down at the credit card and shake your head slowly.

Fuck...

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Hope you enjoyed!

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kanmom51 · 8 days

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I think I read somewhere in a blog that Jikook were broken up for some time in late 2019 to early 2020, so ON era and BS, but then reading another post the person said during the bts of black swan Jikook were flirting and JM was trying to get back together. But it’s contradictory because how can both be true? I admit that during the ON video shoot they seemed to not engage much, but that’s it. During their promotions in February they seemed to engage very little too, during car pool karaoke and the Grammys etc. But I would take that to mean they were trying to be professional (which after the backlash of cancel jikook in late 2019 they might have been told to do?). Same as in August 2019 when the person said there was also tension, but was there? From what I saw of the same time period all that happened was JM went on a few trips, not sure why that would mean they were in a bad place, especially when we got footsiegate in bv4. They were fine before JMs trips, fine when the boys were planning bv4, fine on JKs birthday and JK saying he spent time with JM and Hobi in the 1st episode of BV4 and even in his mini video to Jk before his flight home JM saying he’d seen JK only a few days ago?

It all reads to me like a K drama and I don’t agree that their relationship is like that, yes they fight and have moments of tension and sometimes we can see that in their interactions, but to break up? Would they? What I mean to say is if people view Jikooks relationship like that and live and thrive off the drama what’s the basis to say they are even a couple because all that reads toxic af and that’s not at all what comes across as the real them.

What do you think?

Hey love, again.

😄

So, just posted your previous ask to see that you yourself kind of answered your own ask here.

Basically you reached your own conclusions and pretty much think the same as I do, and as I tried to express in my reply to your previous ask.

Anyway, I agree.

Their relationship is not a soap opera lie relationship. It's a healthy long term relationship. Loving, long lasting and stable.

Yes to ups and downs, just like any healthy long term relationship. But definitely not the level of drama that people love to give it. Perhaps it being a little too stable and boring is what makes people have that need to 'liven' it up a little with tales of betrayals and breakups and so forth, all to make it more 'interesting', more to talk about, right?

#jikook #kookmin #minkook #jungkook #jimin #jk #jm

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not-goldy · 3 months

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ChaPTeR 2 ShOWeD uS wHo Is CLoSesT, they said. I agree & have only 2 words for you. PARIS & ENLISTMENT.

Paris: Congrats Tae for being the first member of BTS to show your real relationship in Chapter 2. Walking in public, no mask on, flaunting your relationship with Jennie, holding her hand, taking an IDGAF moonlit stroll together. Vacation in Jeju & planning your work in NY to accomodate Jennie in NY, when she was there for her first VMA performance. Showing you treat everyone, Wooga, all BTS & random's in Paris, all the same. Snuggling, cuddling & using pet names with everyone & letting other men live with you. Ah yes, Chapter 2 Tae really showed everyone the truth & dismantled every ship he was part of, as being exclusive/special, cause he acts that way with everyone. The only one he was different with was Jennie, his girlfriend. Imagine that.

Enlistment: The straw that broke the camel's back & blew every fucking ship in BTS out of the water. YES, Jikook did that. Together they also dismantled every ship they belong to. Jikook Spent Chapter 2 moving in silence. Had antis looking like fools, claiming Jimin said he only talked to Suga and Hobi, he doesn't talk to JK, yeah he said that, but at the same time now we know he was Making life decisions with JK behind the scenes, now don't we? He said I don't have to tell you who I talk to, if I don't want too. Planning their enlistment together, planning to do a future show together they wanted to work on and planning their multiple private vacations together. Making songs together & songs about promosing to stay by each other's & standing next to each other & actually following through and doing exactly what they said & kept those promises. Spending actual couple days together and not to mention JK riding hard for Jimin in Chapter 2, proving he's a Jimin biased solo & Jimin's personal Hype man & #1 fan (his words). Even dedicated lives when he was missing Jimin. Yes Chapter 2 showed everyone is friends, but also who the real couples/closest are. AND FYI, its not your favs.

Enlisting together was a power move, a risky & brave move, a we don't give a fuck move & they did that & doing it right now together for the next 15 months. That is the true definition of what being close looks like. You have to really, really, really like someone to volunteer yourself to be with them 24/7 for 18 months, without breaks. Your favs couldn't even spend more then a few hours together skiing, before one of them split & took off with their friends, leaving the other behind. Now what? All Chapter 2/Hiatus did is show that Jikook proved to everyone that you can have a real personal private life & keep things low key because you want too & enjoy your private time & making plans together. Chapter 2 also showed Jikook clearly take their relationship serious, whatever kind it is they have. Everything they've done has been calculated & done on purpose. What they've withheld & done privately & not shown and what they've shown & teased publicly. It also goes to show they don't care if people think they are close or not. They're not here to convince you they are. They simply don't give a fuck.

I enjoyed this read thanks 😊

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roo-bastmoon · 9 months

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With 17 versions to buy and 8 versions combined for 160 streams per Spotify account, plus Melon and FLO streams now counting, of course Jungkook’s Seven is charting high and sweeping awards. Firstly because it’s Jungkook of course, and secondly because it’s been given every possible advantage.

My (perhaps controversial) opinions about that are below the cut.

Honestly? I really can’t feel good about any “first” or “most” or “fastest” records achieved by this single—catchy as it is—which wasn’t written or conceived by Jungkook and has nothing much personal or deeply meaningful about it. It’s a fun feel-good summer pop song, for sure, but no more groundbreaking than, say, Bad Decisions (in my opinion… I have no musical expertise.)

But I can’t feel super great about all the records and awards because this many versions immediately restocked and shipped and auto play and promoted to radio and ads and leadership hyping only this while Jungkook says he wants to be the one and only artist to conquer kpop and pop for the next thousand years… it all just doesn’t really sit right with me.

When compared to the 10 months Jimin forewent sleep, food, and showers to have a hand in every aspect of his first (and deeply personal and symbolic) album, which was never sent to radio or restocked, got split tracks and delayed playlisting and shady articles, plus not one kudos or congratulations from leadership even after he made history for South Korea and stocks soared…

Forgive me, but it all leaves a bad taste in my mouth. It is ruining the song for me.

Some things like culled streams and sales are out of the company’s control. But the things I mentioned above were all possible for Jimin’s Hot 100 #1. Even if every Tannie has total say in their projects' sales and marketing, and everyone was on board with only Jungkook getting the Hybe America "red carpet" treatment, I can’t lie and say the stark difference feels fine. It doesn't, and I confess I leave the headphones in every time Seven comes up in the playlists now.

I’m not jealous. If anything, I have a warped sense of pride that Jimin has done so fantastically well despite so many, many obstacles stacked against him. I love to champion an underdog and I’m glad I never need to doubt his success was organic. I actually feel extra admiration for how humble and hardworking he continues to be—no resting on any laurels for the It Boy. I'm so glad he is my ult-bias.

*sigh*

Listen to me.

I know Jungkook and Jimin are both genuinely good people. I know they are sincerely talented and hard working. I know they truly love each other. I know all members are legitimately happy for each others' success.

I know what’s important to me may not be important to them, nor what they want for their careers. And even if I feel their company’s making shitty decisions, I know my place as a fan.

So I trust them. And I simply hang in. I hope lessons were learned for smoother, fairer future releases. Because neglecting assets makes zero business sense, and perceived favoritism can erode the group’s bonds and tear ARMY apart. It is, frankly, just plain stupid.

So I may dislike things about their solo era rollouts and I can't bring myself to sugar-coat it; but I mostly try to keep my negative thoughts to myself and find things I CAN celebrate with other fans on an open timeline.

I never want another Tannie to feel anguished and misunderstood the way Hobi did about JitB’s physicals.

Watching Jungkook’s face here on his London live when he talks about people hating him just haunts me. It guts me. I can't stand it. That kid was going through it and I don't believe he has a malicious bone in his body, so it just really upsets me seeing him like that.

There’s so, so much about this company, this industry, this culture that I just don’t understand. But I trust Park Jimin completely. As long as Park Jimin loves and supports his members, God knows, I will too.

So!! On that note...

We have Jungkook’s birthday to celebrate next week and Taehyung’s album to support the week after that. I’m going to do my best to rest up and gather some good energy for these things!

And of course, we must congratulate our Jimin, who made history again today, and no matter what, will always set the standard. I just know he's cooking up something else for us with all these weeks of silence, and I cannot wait to go BERSERK for it whenever it drops.

I’m not really sure I had a point to this post. It’s just that I have been mulling all this over for a long time, and finally felt well enough to sit up long enough to come online and type up my thoughts.

I guess what I mostly wanted to share with my friends here is that it’s okay to feel really disappointed and even enraged at the way some things play out over the (hopefully life-long) careers of BTS members. Don't let folks gaslight you. Call it like you see it. (Maybe keep sensitive things behind a cut or in the DMs--and of course, please change your mind if you get better insight. In the end, only the Tannies really know what's going on with the Tannies.)

But while I’m still side-eyeing the company so hard right now, I’ve decided to love and support the boys as people and artists. I'm trying to believe the best in everyone. I’m still an OT7 Jikooker.

You don’t have to agree with me, and if you need to unfollow, I understand. But I figured I should just tell you guys (especially the new followers) where I am at with all this.

Love, Roo

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Request: can you write where OC who is in the police force/ a detective and trying to catch the world notorious mafia king (no one knows what he looks like). OC found an injured jimin and helped him. Jimin became madly obsessed with oc, stalked oc and kidnapped oc and made oc his

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Synopsis - Your a new detective who gets put on a rough case to solve a string of cocaine over doses.

Pairing - Yandere! Jimin x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Toni Braxton, Jackson Wang (Begrudgingly.)

Tags and Warnings - Drug mentions, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Jimin being a little bit mean, sexual tones towards the end

Authors Note - I need to write more mob boss fics. Tis was fun.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Your office was blistering cold as you stared at a huge file on your desk.

You were tasked with connecting and solving a string of cocaine related deaths. Your boss, the police chief Toni, had gave you the case hoping to give you experience with a big case rather than a little one for your first case under the detective title.

But the scenes you saw with this case haunted you. Slacked jaws and frothing mouths. All while the environments around them showed their hopeless situation. You felt bad for the men, probably all dealing with addiction.

You were shaken from your thoughts as the door opened, Toni handing in a weeks worth of lab data. “The lab work for the coke came back. All of the various samples provided were all of the same, and get this, were all stronger and more concentrated.”

“That would make sense, all these men who died we're big named in the crime world.” You added standing up, grabbing both badge and gun. “That would make all the deaths planned! I'm going out, doing one last swoop of some of the crime scenes. I think I'm looking past a bigger picture.”

“Well who do you think it is?"

“I don't know. But I think it's a power play thing. I just need to do investigate more! got this!” You said rushing out of your office, leaving a stunned Toni.

She began to look at your board, seeing towards the end of your board a blank face with the name Jimin written in red ink. He had no connection to the case, but you were considering him.

Toni took a deep breath before shaking her head. “This can't be good...God please protect her…”

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As you drove down to the first crime scene, you tried to clarify any leads as who it could possibly be. This has been your focus for the last week, and you had to prove your worth to Toni. It was a personal goal, but hopefully a goal that would be in good favor.

When you pulled into the first crime scene, the place was obviously a party house. The yard and peeking inside, were both messy. Jackson Wang's body was found here, a known crime boss and partier. This was probably one of his go to rental spaces for parties.

You walked past the yellow tape and glanced at the main room. It reeked of booze and death. The table that sat right in front of Jackson's deathbed was still messy as the night of his death. What's a better place to start looking again rather than here?

The table had split drinks, which were now sticky, all over it. But what caught your eye was a brown paper bag. Upon a closer examination, there was a small “P” written on the top. You rose a brow at that. Then you picked it up, looking inside to see more coke.

What drug dealer would mark their works at a and then leave it there once the area became a crime scene? Wouldn't they want to get rid of any connection to the death? More so why hadn't the police picked it up during their first sweep through? Toni was initially over this case, and she didn't seem to be the type to leave crucial evidence behind.

You slipped on a glove and picked up the brown paper bag, putting it into a small zip lock bag you'd brought. Maybe this would be the key to figuring out the cases? You’d just have to visit the other spots and see if the bag was there as well.

Upon your way out you heard a loud gutteral yell. You followed the sound seeing a dark haired man holding his abdomen. He hissed as he slid down the wall. His assailant hurried off, but you didn't have time to chase him up on close inspection of the injured man. Blood began to seep through his shirt.

“Holy shit! Sir, I…I'm going to bring you to the nearest hospital. Just hold onto me while I bring you to my car.” He gave you a small nod, almost as if he had a choice in the matter. You refused to let this man die.

You got down to his side, grabbing his arm to lift him up. You carried his body to the back seat of your car. He kept hissing and groaning, but you settled him down with a cold water bottle you had. “Keep this on or near the wound. It will slow down your blood flow so you don't lose as much.” You then quickly got in and cranked the engine, setting the car to drive.

🔍

Jimin laid in the hospital bed, eyes trained to his right, watching as you slept. The amount of love he held for you, reached no boundaries. Jimin knew he was obsessed, but it's not like he could do anything about it.

Once Jimin saw something he wanted, he had to have it.

Jimin had everything planned out.

The police station was already deep in his grasp majority of them being corrupt and self serving. Especially Toni.

Police Chief Toni Braxton was one of his ex’s. It was a relationship that ended months ago and something he didn't miss. However he knew for a fact she missed him.

All it took was hint the possibility of getting back together. And with that Toni almost immediately to fell into her place for his plan.

“Jimin, I still love you. I know I shouldn't but I do.” Toni told him. He knew if he visited her apartment, she would be all over him again. Which was correct, as she was already on his lap, and he hadn't been there not even 30 minutes.

“Oh baby, I'm willing to bring back what we had. I missed all this.” Jimins hand grasped at her ass hard, knowing she'd bruise. Toni let out a small gasp as Jimin continued. “I just need you to do a small favor for me.”

“Anything for you. You know that.”

“You know that new detective you promoted baby? I want her on my case.” Jimin said leaning into Toni's neck, leaving small hickies.

“Why?” She gasped out. Her hand went to his face, pushing his eyes to meet hers. She placed her forehead on his own, lips almost about to connect.

“You know I don't wanna get caught now? She won't be able to catch me, catch us. Just do it until I get things together, then we can have that life we always talked about.” And with that Jimin connected her lips, sealing his ask with a small hot and heavy makeout.

That marked down Toni, next he needed to play hurt. But he knew he couldn't just fake being seriously hurt. He'd already contacted the hospital about his plan, in hope that they'd receive a small extra shipment of what he has to offer.

So he got one of his guys to stab him in the alley by that dickhead Jackson's place. He knew you'd have to revisit as he made sure to leave some things missing from the initial crime scene. Once Jimin saw you, he waited a few minutes before whispering a small now for his man to stab him.

And it hurt.

It fucking felt like he'd been shot, but ten times worse. The stab wasn't deep but still.

But he was relieved as he saw your worried expression come into view.

All of that hard work led to now, him watching your slumbering face. You'd refused to leave his side upon arrival and he couldn't be more grateful for it. You had such a sweet heart. More so you couldn't see the game he was playing.

He was so rudely pulled from his gaze as Toni walked in, brown locs pulled into a pony tail. She took off her uniform seemingly to present herself to him. Her white button down had a few unbuttoned near the top and her pants hugged her curves just right.

It left such a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Jimin! I heard you were hurt.” She turned around looking at your passed out form in the chair. “She's still here?”

“Yeah. Why are you here Toni? The hospital doesn't play with visitors. They're allowing her to stay as mine right now.” He rambled on.

A lie.

But just maybe he could piss her off enough to where she could go on her own accord. But Toni only came closer hands resting on his shoulder.

“I know, I just worry about you. Shes begun to piece things together.” Toni kissed at his temple. “I just hope she doesn't end up getting hurt. I can't have you go to jail for murder now.”

Jimin shrugged Toni away. “Just not right now. I'm actually fucking hurting and all you can think about is her. Obsessed much?”

Hypocrite.

Toni took a step back before letting out a huff. “Fine. I'll text you later whenever your not being a asshole. Make sure my detective gets back safe.”

Jimin knew damn well he was going to do the exact opposite. In fact she was never going to see him nor you ever again. As soon as Toni walked through the door, she just about secured his and your future together.

“Don't worry baby, I got some men coming get us. It's going to be so nice. I'm happy your played along with all this. I love you.”

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kxxkiecxre · 10 months

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ꕥ Coming Down | Jeon Jungkook ꕥ

ꕥ You never typically ask for help with stuff like this, with such personal matters, especially not him.

ꕥ Warning: !18+! Sexual themes. Reader seduces Jungkook but ofc not without his consent! Reader is yummy! She a freak ;). Face riding! Protected sex! Brief mention of Jimin x reader!. Potentially part 2?.

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It wasn’t like you couldn’t get someone else to do this for you. Perhaps someone you actually can tolerate. But maybe it’s better to do this with someone who absolutely despises your guts, with the hopes he can sprinkle, said insides, with some lust? Though, standing in front of his dorm room door, cladded with only a long trench coat covering your skimpy lingerie, made you a little nervous. Actually, a lot nervous.

Deciding to rather suck up the nerves and the constant nag somewhere in the back of your head, you raise your enclosed fist and tap it three times against his door.

Both being in college and having unresolved anger, was exhausting. This was your last year, both of yours. And since graduating high school with bad blood brought extra beef within your college campus, you really didn’t want to be pushing your luck in these last few months, especially after accidentally spilling water on his light washed jeans and pissing him with your little snarky “oh my! Poor kookie still gets too excited just like the poor puppy he is” comment in front of his friends. That was a mere 48 hours ago. In your defence he deserved it. Had he not told his pathetic friends you slept with him multiple times and was obsessed with him since you turned 18, you wouldn’t had to take such drastic measures.

The door swings open, his figure appearing, dressed in a tight white knit tank top and black shorts. He looked hot without even trying and it seemed to only irk you more. A hint of a smirk was present on his pierced lips, though his eyes showed surprise. You rolled your eyes before pushing past him and entering his personal space. Still at the door, he smirks to himself with a small scoff before closing the door and turning to you.

“To what do I owe the displeasure?” He asks.

It was silent for a moment. You didn’t utter a word as you stared right into his doe eyes, remembering the day his family and he moved in a couple doors away from you. You were only ten years old as was he, you became friends, finished school and went to high school together, until you turned fifteen and rejected him. You were only a teenager interested in school and no time for boys. You were working hard for good grades to get into this college while Jungkook slept with every girl that came within one hundred yards from him. The day you rejected him was the day he laughed and told you he never really liked you, as his friend or anything even more than that. Of course, you were mad. Very mad. So even with his incessant apologies, you ignored him. All the way from high school to college. Aside from bullying and getting on each others nerves, you never communicated.

“I need a favour.”

He chuckled, leaning against the wall across you. Arms crossed over his chest, his muscles bulging. Fuck, you hate him.

“A favour? My dear princess asks me? The devil as she calls me, for a favour?” He hisses through his teeth eyes squinting, “that’s a very binding deal my love hm?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m being serious.”

His eyes flashed with concern for a split second, “you have the floor prince-“

“Take me.”

His eyebrows shut up, before he scoffed in disbelief chortling in a sense, “take you? That doesn’t tell me much love. Take you how hm? Use your words.”

You licked your lips, “Jungkook.”

His eyebrows only raised. This was something you were very adamant on. You needed this. If not him then Jimin, though for some reason, you really want it to be him. You tipped your head slightly. Like a little puppy with your big eyes, the low lightning coming from his tv casted a light shadow over your outstanding features, putting him in a trance like state as he watched you walk like a snake, your heels clicking of his wooden floors.

Your body was close to his, not close enough to touch but close enough for him to smell your sweet enticing scent. God he was obsessed with you beyond sanity. Your fingers began undoing the belt of your jacket, “can I?” You ask before you begin.

“Only if you’re comfortable.” He replies.

With his lips drying and his eyes darkening into a hazy drunken look, you open the jacket and begin to peel it of your body. Revealing the matching red lace lingerie. Your bra barely doing anything to cover your round plump breasts, he could clearly see the tanned skin of your nipples through the sheer lace, the hem of the bra slightly glittery and the small playboy bunny tattoo on your hip such a contradicting accessory. A slutty bunny for an innocent angel like you. Enticing.

“What are you doing to me y/n?” He asks.

“Show me the performance every female on campus raves about. Take me. Take me as I am Jungkook. Take my innocence and do as you will, we may have bad blood between us, but I’ll never trust any man with this as much as I trust you.”

He becomes suddenly very aware of his surroundings. You are giving yourself up to him. Him. Of all the worthy males on campus, you chose him. The broken hearted fifteen year old boy within him jumps in glee. While the adult within him, sulks. Why?.

“You trust me? Even after everything I put you through? Y/N, are you sure about this? As much as every atom of me is yearning to have my way with you, I will not do this if it’ll only cause you harm.”

Your lips dry as his body finally glues itself to you, his hand so soft, almost ghostly against the curve of your waist. His lips, face, so close to your own your swallowing each other up.

“I have never been as sure of something as I am right now.”

With bare seconds, his lips moulded to yours tightly. Aggressively. He was assertive, dominant in his presence around you. Though it was all so skilful, so perfect with every smack and mould of your lips, he was able to have your feelings heighten by tenfold. His hands finally press against the curves of your waist, pulling your body against his, before he harshly pulled away, pulling the tank top over his head and throwing it somewhere on the floor. He backs you up till the back of your knees come in contact with the edge of his bed.

“Don’t hesitate to let me know if anything hurts or is uncomfortable, understood?”.

You nod softly. His finger holds your chin, lifting your head to look up at him, “nodding is no good love, I need your voice. Words baby. Words.”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl.”

His praise sent shivers down your spine like a glide of one’s finger against the keys of a piano.

Turning your body, so your back faces his front, he gathers your hair and lays it down one shoulder, before his lips come in contact with your ear, “this is about you. Everything about you. I will give you my entire self tonight. My body and soul, anything.”

You weren’t exactly sure what his words meant, but you shook it off, feeling his hands unbuttoning the bra of your back and pulling the straps down your shoulders, eventually discarding the cloth somewhere on the floor.

His lips pecked their way from your ear, while turning your body towards him again, he laid you down on the bed, continue his kisses from your neck, soft and gentle, to your chest, with few bites here and there, leaving small bruises in the wake of his tender lips, to your breasts, his mouth sucked onto the soft skin, creating pretty purple bruises on them, loving the small gasps coming from you above him. His mouth enveloped around your nipple, twirling the small nub with the tip of tongue before abandoning it, the coolness of the room hardening it again, his tongue and mouth giving the same love to the other breast.

His mouth trailed down your stomach, coming down to your lacy thong, his tongue running over the small playboy bunny before he looked up at you, your eyes closed and face concentrated, cute. He hooked his fingers in the material and slipped them off, catching your glistening cunt in the low lightening of the room.

“Fuck baby.”

“Mhm”

Your body was incredibly in tune with him, reacting to every motion his mouth created as it pecked the top of your pussy before sucking one of the lips into his mouth humming in approval as your surprised gasp drove him manic. He made out with your pretty pussy for a minute before he tapped your ass,

“Get up”

“Hm?”

“You’re gonna ride my face baby.”

Your jaw dropped, absolutely stunned.

“I’ve never-“

“Trust me?” He asked.

You nodded with an audible yes, before he laid down. In your previous position. He motioned you to climb over him, as you did, your legs straddling his chest as he shook his head no, gently laying his hand on your lower back and nudging your forward until your cunt was centred with his face.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, “now sit down pretty girl.”

You hesitate, before he grabs your hips and pulls you down on his face earning a surprised moan from you. He began moving your hips up and down his face, introducing you to the feeling as you began to come out your shell, moving your hips yourself as your moans began pitching, his tongue out and collecting all of the slick dripping down you, some escaping down your thighs as your fingers tangle in his hair and your rhythm picks up, your moans louder as he hums against your pussy, not being able to get enough of it.

Your hips rolled in a controlled pace before they began to lose their rhythm, prompting Jungkook to realise you were rather quickly approaching your orgasm, he stilled your hips, lifting them up above his face before his mouth latched onto your clit, suctioning against it as the tip of the muscle began flicking the nub up and down, easing a finger gently into your wet tight pussy, curling it upwards as he thrusted get another repeating a ‘come here’ motion as they thrusted faster. Your thighs began jerking and your moans became loud, “fuck oh my,” your gasp got stuck in your throat, a strangled “yes” coming out while you gushed down his chest, the sheets becoming drenched with your cum.

“ you’re so hot fuck.”

He pushed your body back down against the sheets having you lay flat down on the end of his bed, the tv in the corner of the room giving him the perfect lightning on your face. He freed his cock from the restraints of his boxers, pulling a condom out of the bedside locker and ripping the tip of the foil with his teeth. His dick was between your folds before you could even catch your breath, running up and down your pussy as you began feeling overstimulated, whining as he eased the tip of his cock inside you. With every inch of his cock you felt a stretch. Nothing painful, more of a sting and pressure. Before he buried himself inside you fully. Giving you a moment to become acquainted with the feeling of him.

“Kook, fuck me like you love me.”

That was not a hard task for him. He’s been in love with you ever since he can remember.

His cock dragged out and inside of you again, your muscles contracting around his dick as he groaned, falling onto his elbows, each on either side of your head as your legs wrapped around his waist and lips peppered rather aggressive yet tender bruises on his necked. His hips picked up a rhythm as he listened to your moans and whines mix with his own groans. Fuck he could do this for breakfast lunch and dinner. He could survive on you.

“Fuck, kookie.” The nickname drove him insane, finally, he raised his upper half, pulling you closer by your thighs, before throwing your legs over your shoulders, arms wrapping around the middle of your thighs as he began slamming into at an animalistic pace. Your voice became strangled, pitchy and rough as the pleasure took over your lower half and your head, your hands squeezing your bouncing breasts as he began pounding into even faster and rougher your pussy pulsing and sucking him in even further the pleasure dripping down your thighs and onto the bed. A feeling of about twenty thousand fireworks threatening to explode began to swarm and burn your lower belly and pussy, the feeling incredible and mind blowing before he sparked a fire and everything inside you began melting, your body became nothing but a puddle of pure ecstasy and pleasure like this never felt in your entire life. The way your back arched of the bed and head tipped back as you squeezed your breasts. Jungkook followed right behind you. Spilling all of him into the condom, right to the brim.

“Fuck.”

Not only were you just fucked physically, but mentally too.

Damn you jeon jungkook.

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A\N: excuse my disappearance for like two months lmao. Anyway enjoy this pwp because I was about twenty minutes away from falling asleep on my phone lol.

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