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BTS Park Jimin Fics Recs List

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Date: October 26th, 2022

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Addicted to Your Touch - PJM x KTH x reader (Smut, poly!au)

♡ pairing: Jimin x Taehyung x Reader

♡ genre: Poly!au (closed triad), boyfriend!au, fluff, smut [18+]

♡ summary: Y/n asks for a special Valentine’s Day. Her boyfriends, Jimin and Taehyung make sure to deliver.

♡ wc: 13k

♡ warnings: Straight up filth! MxM, unprotected sex, impregnation kink, spanking, fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, spitting, scratching, slight over-stimulation, oral (f&m receiving and giving), cream pie, snowballing mxm, marking, slight possessiveness, cum swallowing, dom! Jimin, switch! Tae

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A Night Out - KNJ x PJM x JJK (Namjoon x reader, Jungkook x reader, and Jimin x reader)

↬ genre: smut [18+], poly!au

↬ summary: The boys are celebrating being back home in a nightclub. Namjoon is excited to see his best friend/baby girl Y/N, only for Jimin and Jungkook to get their hands on her first.

↬ warnings: Pure filth! Choking, ice play, spanking, daddy kink, brat, voyeurism, cum swallowing, fingering, oral sex (giving and receiving), cursing, degradation, humiliation, multiple partners, alcohol use/mentions, cream pie, bondage, fingering, public sex

↬ wc: 8.8k

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Baby Talk - JJK x PJM x Reader (Pregnancy!au, Surrogacy!au)

Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)

Summary: Y/N needed some money. Two extremely handsome men offer something of a lifetime. One thing though....

They're gay?

(a/n): I looked for forever to try and find the masterlist to this so I just gave up and put one of the chapter links instead. Enjoy! I love this story!

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—Movie Night (M) kth & pjm

⟢ pairing: taehyung x reader x jimin

⟢ word count: 1k

⟢ genre + warnings: bff’s to lovers, mmf-threesome, nsfw 18+, explicit smut actions in the form of kissing, teasing, fondling, unprotected just the tip, cockTIP-warming

⟢ summary: Your best friends have never reacted to your purposeful wardrobe choices for weekly movie night, due to Jimin’s fear of ruining the friend group, until Taehyung takes matters into his own hands.

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Four’s a crowd || j.jk/k.th/p.jm

Pairing: MAKNAE LINE X READER

Summary: As a birthday present your boyfriends Jimin and Taehyung take you for a special stripping show, little do they know how attracted you’ll be to the officer and the acts you’ll be performing to win this new man’s heart and cock.

Genre: smut

Length: 1.5k

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good girl ⤑ ksj ft. myj ∙ pjm | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 accidentally walking in on your boyfriend’s flatmate, min yoonji, and her boyfriend park jimin, was probably the best thing you’d ever done. 〞pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: seokjin x reader x yoonji x jimin

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut • some fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 23k : )

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: hard dom!seokjin, hard dom!yoonji, sub!jimin, sub!reader, big cock!seokjin, thick cock!jimin, possessiveness, foursomes, lots of bdsm themes, lesbian sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mistress kink, sir kink, pegging, masturbation: female, praise, pussy eating, teasing - so much fucking teasing, edging, wet & messy sex, sex toys, masturbation, pussy slapping, bondage, blindfolding, gagging, dirty talk, degradation, praise, did i mention teEASING? and edGING?, nipple play, temperature/ice play, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, orgasm control, orgasm denial, overstimulation, pussy slapping, handjobs, hair pulling, cock sucking, throat fucking, deepthroating, cum eating, cum swapping, cum smearing like rubbing cum into a body, spitting, slight choking, cum swallowing, also spit swallowing, lots of neediness, listen there’s so much edging and orgasm denial in this im surprised i haven’t gone mad, cum shots, cumplay, masturbation: male, rough breast/nipple play, biting, marking, scratching, joint pussy eating, grinding, unprotected sex, rough sex, doggy style, riding, reverse cowgirl, two doms fuck each other n fight to have the upper hand, ass eating, anal fingering, anal sex, reader gets strapped, double penetration, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal creampie eating, forced orgasms, creampie, aftercare ᵘʷᵘ ˘ ³˘

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birthday twist JJK x PJM x Reader

ㅡ pair: Jimin x reader ft jungkook x reader

ㅡ genre: pure smut.

ㅡ warnings: explicit unprotected sex. Threesome.

ㅡ W.C: 1.9k

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Catch Your Drift - PJM (Smut, Racecar Driver au!)

pairing: jimin x reader / word count: 20.9k / genre: street racer au, driftracer!jimin, driftracer!reader, rivals to lovers, smut, some fluff too

summary: You used to think that there was nothing better than the sensation of coming first place. However, your rival- the talented, gorgeous, dangerous Park Jimin- is more than happy to prove you wrong.

warnings: unsafe driving (street races are technically illegal), cursing, sexually explicit content, fingering, slight orgasm delay, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, cum eating, unprotected sex, car sex (duh), creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk I think that’s everything

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Superiority - PJM (Smut, angst)

word count — 2.9k

warnings/tags — office!au, coworkers!au, dom!jimin, sub!reader, cussing (so much), reader got an attitude, power play-ish, semi-public, superiority kink, sexual tension, explicit smut, oral (m receiving), praise, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies & gents), penetrative sex, crying, breeding kink (a small one), creampie +more

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esse tuus I pjm

synopsis: You’ve been plagued by dreams of your boss ever since you started working for him to the point where you’re unable to “play” with anybody else. Frustration and possible lack of sleep has you feeling lethargic, to a point where you find yourself falling asleep at work, but little do you know that someone is behind it all.

pairing: jimin x reader

wc: 9.8k

genre/au/rating: 18+ | incubus, office au, f2l | S, F

warnings: minor descriptions of injury, oral (f. receiving), fingering, heaps of feelings, orgasm denial/delay, sex dreams? name-calling, degradation, praise kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

lil note: happy birthday jimin <3 and happy halloween!

listening to: serendipity

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More Than Okay - PJM (Smut, Boyfriend!au)

↠ boyfriend!jimin x girlfriend reader

↠ 1.7k

↠ warnings. swearing, fingering? unprotected sex, vanillaaa sex / intense love making, cockwarming, teeny bit of angst, and lots of fluff (obviously!!)

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I fucking love you. And all your crazy - PJM (Smut, Slice of life, Idol!Jimin, Dom!Jimin, Boyfriend!Jimin x reader)

↠ idol!jimin / boyfriend!jimin x reader

↠ word count. 3866

↠ warnings. swearing, dom!Jimin, morning/shower sex, handjob, nipple play, brief spanking, fingering, marking, clit slapping? (idek), teasing, brief cumplay, multiple orgasms, creampie, and flufffff.

request: can I please request jimin x reader where reader is in the shower and jimin comes in hoping to get some sexytime but catches her crying in the shower?

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STARE GAME ~1~ - PJM (Asylum patient! Jimin, x Visitor y/n)

Summary: Jimin is framed. You know it. You believe in him. But how would you make the world believe that he is innocent?

Pairing: Asylum Patient! Jimin × Visitor! Y/N

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, thriller, psychological thriller, mild yandere.

Warnings: graphic murder description, asylums, implied smuts (in further chapters).

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Hellborn - PJM (Smut, Demon!au, Dom!jimin, Sex Slave!au)

Genre: Smut; Angst; Demon!AU, Dom!Jimin, Sex Slave!AU

Word count: 6282

“The things I’m going to do to you are going to be the opposite of sweet and gentle. I’ll hit, bite, slap and scratch. You’ll be begging me for mercy. Begging me to give you your sweet release. Begging me to stop...Begging me to let you go…” He smirked a devilish, evil smirk. “But I won’t. Because from now on, you are my property…” You saw him snap his fingers before everything turned black.

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Death Valley - PJM/JJK (ot7 x reader smut ft: drugdealer!jungkook x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader)

summary: this town is wasted & alone. but we are alive, here in death valley, but don’t take love off the table yet. cuz tonight is just fire alarms & losing you

welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: drugdealer!jungkook x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader

genre: smut. thriller. eventual yandere. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

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Tickle Attacks ~ PJM (Fluff, Establish Relationship!au) - DRABBLE

Just a cute drabble with Jimin and y/n having a trickle fight.

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❣︎“Shower with me?” p.j.m ❣︎ - friends with benefits with feelings

❣︎ Summary:

You and Jimin made a pact to be friends with benefits, unable to deny your chemistry. When one thing leads to another and you’re both on the floor, you find yourself wondering about your true feelings for him.

❣︎ Word count: 1.6k

❣︎ Warnings: 18+ content, language, smut, floor sex, oral, implied shower sex

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Put You To Sleep - PJM (Established Relationship!au, Smut)

pairing: jimin x reader - the couple from dimple

rating: 18+

genre + warnings: established relationship au, sexually explicit content, dirty talk, jimin calls yn babygirl a lot lol, cursing, kissing, marking, nipple play/biting, clit biting, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, size kink, some begging, multiple orgasms, body worship, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, fluff

word count: 2k

summary: jimin always knows the best way to help you relax…

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You have to be quiet - PJM (Smut, Established relationship!au)

pairing: Jimin x female reader (guest star Hoseok)

genre: smut, established relationship au

word count: 3.7k | reading time: 20 min

summary: After all the boys have gone to sleep and your boyfriend is acting very needy, you decide to sleep over with the condition that you won’t have sex. Since Hoseok is sleeping in the same room. But honestly, that’s not going to stop Jimin…

warnings: dom!Jimin, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, they’re fucking next to a sleeping Hoseok yall, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex (stay safe guys), creampie, dirty talk, name-calling, explicit language, marking, slight gagging (with his hand), vocal sex but they’re trying to be quiet, just porn with slight plot

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Park Studios - PJM (Smut, Dance instructor!jimin x f.reader)

↬ pairing: dance instructor!jimin x f. reader

↬ genre: smut [18+]

↬ summary: Your dance instructor has the heart of everyone in his class... you included.

↬ wc: 3.1k

↬ warnings: infidelity (it’s not what you think, i promise), shower sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, one spank, mentions of oral sex, pretty much just me thirsty over Jimin in Carpool Karaoke

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pokémon | pjm

summary: it seems as though your mailman was out to get you when he had accidentally let the vibrator you ordered online end up at the front porch of your cute neighbor.

word count: 3,697

est. read time: 18 mins, 0 secs

pairing: neighbor!jimin x female reader

warning(s): swearing, mention of masturbation, and smut (oral, protected sex, toys, fingering, edging, overstimulation).

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Bite Me - PJM

⟶ pairing: jimin x reader

⟶ rating: R (minors DNI, 18+ ONLY)

⟶ word count: 7.5K

⟶ genre/tropes: strangers to lovers, college au,halloween party au, fluff, smut

⟶ warnings: so much smut, grinding, dirty talk, unprotected sex (practice safe sex!!), oral sex ( m and f receiving), mirror sex, jimin makes some cheesy jokes, mentions of bondage but no actual bondage, spanking, use of pet names (baby, babe, princess, babygirl, angel)

⟶ summary: Halloween is just another regular day of the year for you. That is, until you meet Park Jimin at a frat party. A poorly dressed vampire, red wine, and a mirror - what’s the worst that could happen?

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Power Play - PJM

⇥ written as part of the Lights, Camera, Action! pornstar collab ⇤

➾ 27.6k

➾ warnings: degradation/ humiliation, unprotected sex, creampies, cum eating, thigh riding, ass play, spitting, mentions of religion (porn scene involving a Catholic priest and school girl- please skip over if this offends you!), mentions of impregnation

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Only You | [pjm] - PJM

→𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you’ve been always there for your best friend, even when he became a single dad

→𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: jimin x reader

→𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: single dad jimin, best friends to lovers au, smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst

→𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: slight nipple play, oral (female receiving), protected sex, strong language, penetrative sex

→𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 11.4k

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UNCONTROLLED - PJM (Dom!Jimin, Smut, Romance, slight angst)

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Words: 9,354

Genre: Smut, Romance, slight angst, little fluff at the end there.

Warnings: Daddy kink, creampie, dom/sub themes, breeding/impreg kink, rough sex, NSFW

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The Other Woman: The Seduction And The Illusion. - PJM

✽Pairing: Jimin x Reader

✽Genre: Angst (Hell lot of it), Smut, And a little bit of fluff.

✽Rating: 18+

✽Warnings: Swearing, Heartbreak, Cheating, Deception, Lies, Cheating, Manipulation, Trust issues, Lot of Self Doubt, A Lot Of Infidelity, Emotional Trauma (very little), feeling cheated,very lonely feeling, the reader is a little depressed towards end, a little manhandling, arguing, mentions of a mental breakdown,a lot of confusion, Lot of Sex, Oral male and female receiving, Blindfolds, shit load of dirty talk, nipple play, breath play, sexual tension, jealousy,spanking, unprotected sex, strength kink, groping, both of them are impatient. (There are couple more warnings but that will be included with the next part)

✽Au: Infidelity, Ceo,

✽Word Count: 12k

✽Summary: No one told you being the other woman would never be easy, No one told you that his love would be two sides to a same coin. No one told you he came to you because you were his escape to his demons. No one told you he would always call you his, but he would never be yours. And most importantly no one told you, He never loved you because you dont destroy the people you love.

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caught red handed | pjm

You find Park Jimin, the student president, in a compromised situation after not being able do handle seeing you in your sport shorts.

~sub!Jimin, highschool AU, guided masturbation, hand job, cum play, overstimulation, praise kink, corruption kink, mommy kink. THIS IS OLD AF AND UNEDITED don’t judge me 😔

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lust for life - PJM

your summer holiday takes an interesting turn when Park Jimin, your step brother’s best friend, barges into your room asking for directions around your parents’ new home, dripping in the same charm and allure you remember from all those years ago, still willing to teach you a few things.

ᥫ᭡ pairing — stepbro’s best friend!jimin x nerdy!reader

ᥫ᭡ genre/rating — R | smut, fluff, slight angst, fwb2l

ᥫ᭡ word count — 13.9K

ᥫ᭡ warnings/tags — friends with benefits, summer holiday, rich kids au, college au, strong language, small age gap, inexperienced!reader, flirty jimin, blond jimin, sexual discovery, corruption kink, insecurities, virgin!reader, vaping/cigarette smoking, jealousy, mouth fetish?, explicit smut

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lover to lean on; pjm

➳ pairing: neighbor!jimin x florist!reader

➳ genre: neighbor AU, flower shop AU, smut, fluff, angst

➳ wc: 20k

➳ synopsis: for months, you can hear your no face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. you’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course you’re bitterly single. but one day, the apartment is radio silent. and one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. so on valentine’s day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other.

➳ warnings: explicit language, pining, unrequited love 🤔, accidental voyeurism, unhealthy eating/sleeping habits, praise kink, body worship, nipple play, fingering, oral (f receiving), handjobs, penetration, fluffy sex

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Realm of Enchantment ⚘

⚘ pairing: Fae!Jimin X Reader featuring

OT7 ⚘ genre: Fantasy/Folklore/yandere themes

18+M ⚘ synopsis: A beautiful creature, the likes of which you have never seen before, falls into your pool in the middle of the night. You race to help it, quickly discovering that it can tell you nothing about who or what it is. In time you discover this creature is more than meets-the-eye, its charms making you fall deeper and deeper.

⚘ warnings: explicit, dubcon/noncon use of magic, deception, virgin reader, switch!jimin, kidnapping, forced eating, manipulation, controlling behavior, mentions of alcohol, mentions of enchantment, lies, seduction, mentions of alcohol, mentions of restraints,

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Dwindling Healings - PJM

Pairings: female reader X hybrid! Jimin

Feat. Rest of BTS

Summary: You are a hardworking undercover spy. You have always wanted to save as many hybrids as you can. You know all about the pain and hardship they suffer because of human society considering them an abomination. What happens when you rescue a broken calico cat hybrid and help him, but get your own heart mended in ways you never knew it was broken?

Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: past trauma, mention of past sexual abuse, past abuse, murders, blood, objectification, violence, etc (This chapter focuses on Jimin's past)

Word count: 6.9 K+

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Christmas Mass | PJM

Every Sunday, like clockwork, as designed and ordained, you sit quietly. Pray. Christmas mass comes, tonight your congregation dresses beautifully, like ornaments placed in a row right in front of God. Your priest stands at the head like an angel atop the tree, commanding and pious and hauntingly handsome. Red. You're a good faithful girl. You were taught to be, punished to be. You pray for respite, for something more than the condemnation this cold and icy town bestows upon you. Sinners. The coldness permeates your bones, you're always scared. Tainted. Terrified of sin, terrified by your thoughts for your priest. Sacrilegious. This Christmas prayers are answered by no God.

Jimin x reader Demon AU. Dark smut.

Hi this is my first really dark plot. I wanted to post this yesterday t-t, but well, I did make it in time for Sunday lol. If you like dark fics than keep reading, you're in for a wild ride. If you don't like dark fics, then stop reading right now :D

Trigger warning: 18+ dark themes, horror, dead body, blood, gore, demons, religion, church, smut, rough sex, sadism, reader manipulation, dubcon, sleep paralysis, blowjob, fingering, oral sex, spit play, edging times a thousand, choking, degradation, dark ending

Word Count: 7.5k

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❝somethings not right❞ pjm ― m.

― summary:

you and jimin work to rid jungkook of the demon that possessed his body.

jimin/reader | possession!au, reader-interactive | angst, smut, fluff, humor | 5.4k ↬ content warnings: minor injuries, blood, comparisons to bad horror movies, hospitals, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), pet names, lots of kissing, unprotected sex

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Yours Truly - pjm

Pairings: female reader X Jimin

Summary: Secrets revealed, heart is broken, rain and nostalgia. Losing love is painful. Jimin meets you again, but in an unconventional way.

Genre: fluff and angst

Warnings: mentions of death, mental health

Rating: PG-15

Word count: 1.6 K+

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Sin City - PJM

Just- trust me. It's amazing.

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Lust • pjm

↳ Summary: The village of Incúrsio has always said to be plagued by a demon, to keep its evil at bay they must sacrifice a young virgin to its hunger every year. You assumed that was a certain death, by what means? You didn’t know. Becoming the the mate of the Prince of Hell to keep his brother away from you? That was never apart of the folktale.

↳ Genre: demon!au, supernatural, smut, strangers to lovers

↳ Word Count: 11k

↳ Pairing: Jimin/Reader

↳ Tags: MC is thirsty as hell, thigh riding, multiple orgasms and I mean a LOT, eating out, overstimulation, virginal sex, mutual masturbation, sub/dom overtones, finger fucking, creamiepie, unprotected sex, jimin has a big dong

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erised ⤑ pjm | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 the last thing jimin had anticipated when he’d followed you into the room of requirement was to find you, the demure little head-girl, in front of the mirror of erised. moaning his name. 〞hogwarts au. pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: slytherin head-boy!jimin x hufflepuff head-girl!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: mild angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 29k 🥴

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: hard dom!jimin, big cock!jimin, possessive!jimin, sub!reader, virgin!reader, female masturbation, mirror sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, teasing, minor thigh spanking, fingering, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, corruption kink, biting, orgasm denial, orgasm control, begging, pussy slapping, marking, object play? he teases her with a vibrating wand, praise, object insertion, clit spanking, crying, begging, overstimulation, clit torture, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, squirting, manhandling, spanking, minor anal play/teasing, power play/dnyamics, virgin sex, wet & mess sex, unprotected sex, once again jimin has a ᵖʰᵃᵗ cock, kneeling doggy style (kind of oath sex position), mild pain kink, rough sex, hair pulling, creampie, brief cum play

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tease | pjm

Summary: You miss your boyfriend Jimin very much, especially when he’s on tour, so you decide to tease him slightly. However, you learn very quickly that Park Jimin does not like to be teased.

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Sending of nudes, Daddy kink (I’m not sorry), dirty talk, name calling (slut), light bondage, sensory deprivation, dom/sub themes, sub!reader, dom!Jimin, temperature play (ice and wax play), oral and fingering (fem receiving), overstimulation, non-protective sex (be safe, make smart decisions!!), creampie, what isn’t in here lmao

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Luminous - PJM

☼ Pairing: Jimin x reader

☼ Genre: tentacle monster!Jimin, some fluff, smut, mostly just pwp

☼ Count: 9k

☼ Warnings: 18+, public sex (no ones around but they’re on the beach), tentacles (kind of a given), big dick jimin, manhandling, lots of cum, some cumplay, creampie, cum inflation/belly bulge (not a whole lot, just a small bump) unprotected sex, restraints, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tit fucking, thigh fucking, oral (m recieving), deep throating, anal, double penatration, minor nipple play, praise kink, mating cycles, slight impreg kink

☼ Summary: The Busan summer festival is your favorite event of the year. You like all the food and things to do, but your favorite part is watching the fireworks at the end of the night, gathered with friends and family. It’s fun and joyous. Except this year you’re spending it without them. So you find a secluded spot on the beach to watch alone. Except... you might not be as alone as you thought you were out here.

(a/n): NO NO NO- DON'T COME FOR ME CAUSE IT'S JUST AS WEIRD/HOT AS YOU THINK IT IS-

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witcher jimin | one shot

NOTICE ! ! ANY MAN who wants to test his manliness by slugging it out in the ring, come see us and you'll fight the best brawlers around town! REWARD will be in coins and a pub voucher, must win 2 out of 3 fights!

summary: jimin decides to join in brawl night at a local pub, only to find out that his last round was against you, the count’s daughter herself.

pairing: lady!reader x witcher!pjm

words: 6.9k

warnings: cussing/mature language, killing/murder, mentions of killing/murder, mentions of arson, use of knives/daggers, implied sexual content, use of magic, attempted rape, physical fights/altercations, bruises/wounds, slight degradation, unprotected sex, straddling, dry humping, fingering, oral (m. receiving), doggy style near the window?, sprinkle of cum eating, gagging (on jimin’s dick), breast play, slight dirty talking

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turbulence | pjm

Pairing: Jimin x reader (flight attendant! Jimin, s2l)

Genre: smut, romance

Rating: 18+

Wc: 3.6k

Warnings: dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, this time an actual switch!Jimin because I couldn't decide between dom or sub, mentions of flight fright

There is always a small chance that you could have a panic attack on a plane. There is an even smaller chance of an airplane crash. The percentage is so abysmal and insignificant that you couldn’t be bothered to remember what the actual numbers were. What you could remember was that one instance on a previous flight, where the woman sitting next to you had an ungracious panic attack as the plane shook with mild turbulence.

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Cut to the Chase (m)

Pairing: Jimin x reader (Lawyer!au)

Genre: smut

Warnings: pwp, all consensual: dom/sub (interchanged between the 2 characters), pet names, hate sex, unprotected sex (fictional characters can, you can’t, wrap it before you tap it!) some light bdsm themes (pinching, biting, ass slapping once!), oral (m receiving), begging, no aftercare, a bit of cockwarming? lots of dry humping….swearing….think that’s it?

Summary: The rivalry between you and Jimin knows no boundaries. Yet whenever there is a need for release you always seek each other out. Let the games begin.

Word count: 3.4k

rating : 18+

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running through the night; pjm

➳ pairing: ballet instructor!jimin x art teacher!reader

➳ genre: fake dating AU, f2l, smut, fluff, angst

➳ wc: 15.3k

➳ synopsis: you were never meant to stumble into bed with your best friend, kim taehyung, nor were you supposed to fall in love with him. perhaps promises were made to be broken because he, too, swore that he’d be gentle with your heart. now, with the other half of the bed cold and empty, you enlist an old flame by the name of park jimin to keep you cozy throughout the festive season. after all, nothing burns brighter than jealousy.

➳ warnings: explicit language, pining, strained parent relationships, alcohol consumption, fingering, breast play, choking, mirror sex, praise kink, penetration, heavy petting

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all of you | masterlist

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

18+ | series warnings ↠ drinking, swearing, explicit sexual content, an unwanted arranged marriage, pregnancy. (warnings will be more detailed for each part.)

summary ↠ Park Jimin is your definition of perfect. He’s talented, handsome, and dedicated to everything he does, making him the man of your dreams. But what happens when you both wake up one day and realise that’s all you had together… a short dream?

word count ↠ 115k+

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RAGDOLL | p.jm

Genre: Hybrid!AU, College!AU; A mix of everything?

Pairing: Hybrid!Jimin x Reader

Summary: As you were studying to obtain your medical & veterinary degree, your professor came up with the idea of organizing an internship - where you found yourself side by side with a sick hybrid that needed nothing other that complete care.

Warning: None !!

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Let’s get quizzical - PJM

Summary: Thursday night pub quizzes with your friends are a must. One of those friends being your long-term friend, long-term crush, Park Jimin. At this point 99.9% of the population knows you have feelings towards him, Jimin being the 0.1% that doesn’t. But what happens when a bet goes wrong and your weekly quizzes become more complicated than fun?

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: friends to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 28.6k

Warnings: Safe sex, oral (female receiving), ANGST, a lot of feelings, drinking, bad jokes, a lot of dodgy quiz questions.

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love ring | pjm drabble

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; it's time to fight for love

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: boxer!jimin x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, a little bit of angst, boxer au, friends with benefits au

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, purple haired!jimin (yes this needs a warning), slight dirty talk, oral sex (f.), biting kink, breast play, praising kink, mentions of degrading kink, unprotected sex, mirror sex, public sex, multiple orgasms, jealous!jimin

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.4k+

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Love Me Now? [1]

Park Jimin/Reader [F]

Genre: Devil AU, Romance, Smut(Not in this part, soon my flowers)

Words: 5.8k

Prompt: Every 50 years, your community sacrifices a group of 18 year olds to Devil to hold off the end of the world. Boys become demon soldiers, girls become demon wives. You’re turning 18 the day of the sacrifice, but, when it comes time for the sacrifice, the Devil only wants you.

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Lost and Found (M)

Summary: The only thing bigger than Park Jimin’s ass is his ego. After one too many scandals, after one too many mornings stumbling back to the dorms drunk or ruining the reputations of other idols, Jimin is given an ultimatum: complete a rehabilitation program in America or leave Bangtan.

Pairing: problematic idol!Jimin x reader

Word Count: 20.088

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The Devil’s Own Luck - PJM

Words: 28.5k (holy shit) Genre: Fluff, Sprinkle of Angst, Light Smut, Slice of Life, Demon!Au

Summary: You should've known that opening that box would've made your luck go rotten. And not only that, but a certain demon would end up following you for the rest of your days. Introducing the devilish boy - Jimin! Your childhood best friend from the underworld who will never leave your side!

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Taboo Attachment - PJM

Park Jimin/Reader [F]

Genre: Demon AU, Arranged Marriage?, Copious amounts of fluff, Logically impossible tween stupidity, Incredibly dense adult Y/n, Jungkook’s a bit of an ass oops

Warning(s): Minor violence towards the end

Words: 18k

Summary: Young innocence and an unhealthily stupid-lack of common sense lead to you accidentally summoning a demon on your 13th birthday. Somehow agreeing and forming some contract with the said demon, they disappear and so does your memory of it. 10 years later and finally financially stable enough to start college, you wake up with an ash-grey ring in your right ring finger. Despite your efforts, the ring will absolutely not come off. Now, all of a sudden your demon returns and apparently 13-year-old you got yourself engaged to this demon man.

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VI. Script of the Angel

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 >> This is the story of three very different people. A successful novelist, a blossoming artist and a dedicated cop. They seem to have nothing in common. Yet, they are continually drawn to each other. It is as if their fates have been intertwined. Written. That they must meet.

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 >> ft. jungkook and jimin primarily.

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 >> policeman!jimin, author!jungkook, painter!reader, serialkiller!XXX; a classic game of cat and mouse

𝔴/𝔠 >> 2.3k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 >> mature themes depicted. due to the explicit nature of the topic (serial killers, murders, violence, sexual content, infidelity etc.) this is rated 18+. to spare storytelling: please consider yourself warned.

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Lights, Camera, Action ( i )

(OMG SO FUGGING GOOD I CAN'T-)

Pairing: JIMIN X READER

Excerpt: ‘Your face had spread into a smirk, reaching over you pulled one of the cameras off the stand and brought it over so the audience could see his wrecked out form better. ’

Genre: smut, camboy! jimin

Length: 1.1k

A/N: so this happened,, and there are loads of parts but it’s so much fun to write so i’m not complaning. if you want to see anything make a request and please show some suPPORT!!! cus i need motivation to churn these out no matter how much i love them lol rip

this chapter is mainly setting up a realtionship and foundation but its gonna get real dirty in the following chapters

Warnings: bdsm

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shake Shack [PJM]

Shake Shack [Jimin x Female Reader]

⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+ | Strangers to Lovers | One Shot

⟶ Warnings: mentions of alcohol, scratching, fingering, oral (f), blow job, hand job, thigh riding, face riding, praise kink (i tried), exhibitionism, etc

⟶ WC: 14.4k+

⟶ Summary: Crushing on a man ever since high school, you failed time and time again to actively talk to him. Until one sweaty summer day, you finally developed the courage to ask him out on a date.

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A Needy, Desperate Fuck Up (m) │ pjm

❒ pairing: jimin x female reader

❒ summary: jimin’s desperation leads to a fuck up.

❒ prompt: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that's not fucking good!" and "Fuck! I'm not on the pill!"

❒ rating: nc-17, 18+

❒ genre: smut, pwp

❒ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cursing, accidental creampie, rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, choking, crying, Jimin is neeedyyyy for that puzz puzz

❒ word count: 3.1k │ unedited

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Unicorn Ride (m)

➺ Banner: The amazingly talented @kithtaehyung ❤️

➺ Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader

➺ Trope: Strangers to ??, PWP, Non-Idol!AU

➺ Genre: Smut

➺ Rating: +18

➺ Word Count: 8.8k

➺ Summary: Hunting men down at a club is inviting disappointment with open arms. But tonight, your body has been twisted, turned and bent on every possible surface, and you might be willing to reconsider.

➺ Warnings: alcohol, dom!jimin, bratty!Y/N, a very desperate Y/N, making out, biting, light exhibitionism, elevator oral (female), fingering, Y/N tastes herself, some dirty talk, Y/N could have flashed someone at one point, degradation, spanking, Y/N grinds on a knee, Jimin has his tattoo, blowjob, one pussy slap somewhere, throat fucking, spitting, anal fingering, begging, edging, protected sex, rough sex

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temple of adonis | pjm

➻ SUMMARY | Swearing your life to serving as a priestess in the Temple of Jimin, your city’s patron god, is no easy duty – especially made difficult when you have a run-in with the coquettish god.

➻ RATE | 18+

➻ PAIRING | adonis!jimin x phoenician!reader

➻ GENRE | mythological god AU, ancient phoenicia AU

➻ WARNINGS | mentions of hunting, loss of virginity, dumbification, degradation, self-demeaning, uses of "whore" and "cumslut" and "fucktoy," objectification, f! masturbation, voyeurism, unprotected penetrative sex, finger sucking, like one hickey, a creampie, jimin is a mf god yall ,,, a warning in itself

➻ WC | 6.6k

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thermostat - PJM

pairing: park jimin | reader

genre: boyfriend!au | fluff, smut

warnings: smut; oral (female receiving), fingering, penetration, no protection (stay safe kids), dirty-ish talk, light dom x sub themes

premise: You were foolish enough to leave the AC on the coldest temperature possible before going to bed, but your boyfriend has the perfect way to help you warm up. Alternatively; Jimin’s horny and he’s using the cold temperature of the room as a reason to get in your pants.

word count: 2.2k

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Under The Covers - PJM

Pairing: Jimin x female reader

Words: 2k

Summary: Jimin tests your patience by eating you out while your friends are sleeping right next to you. Pretty much pwp.

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eradicate → jimin

→ Pairing: Jimin x Reader (ft. namjoon)

→ Genre: purge!au, stockholmsyndrome!au, purger!reader, smut

→ Warnings: explicit language, death, murder, gore, blood, necrophilia (don’t do dis), degradation, dom/sub tones, switch tones, edging, oral, foreplay, intercourse, creampie, blood play, knife play, cumplay, etc.

→ Words: 9.5k

→ Plot Summary: A hotel intern finds himself trapped between death and lust.

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not just you | pjm sm au

🖇 synopsis:

– he finds himself falling for a girl who runs her own nsfw account. despite her outlook on relationships and love, he is determined to crack her cynical exterior. what she didn’t expect was for him to succeed.

pairing: dancer!jimin x camgirl!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: definite taekook. more to arise

genre: smut, angst… and some fluff

status: completed

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Make Me || pjm

➥Pairing: dom!jimin/sub!reader, ceo!jimin, boss!jimin/employee!reader

➥Summary: After a bad breakup, you decide to go out one night and drink your sorrows away - that is, until you see your now ex-boyfriend there with someone clinging to his arm. To get your mind off of things, you go back to your job after hours; what you don’t expect is for your boss and CEO of the company, Park Jimin, to show up and offer you help in ways you didn’t know you needed.

➥Genre: smut, fluff, slight angst, mutual pining

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~15.3k

➥Content Warnings: mentions of cheating, making out, marking/biting, dirty talk, cursing, sub!reader, dom!jimin, some bdsm elements (reader’s hands are bound during parts of it), slight exhibitionism, hair pulling, safe word (jimin has a consent kink, we love to see it), oral (f. receiving), fingering, slight spanking, jimin has a sir kink, jimin calls the reader princess a lot, body worship (jimin really likes the reader’s thighs), multiple orgasms, slight handjob, slight oral (m. receiving), reader fawns over jimin’s tattoo (we all know the one), unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), rough sex, possessive!jimin, cumming inside, praise, aftercare, jimin is soft for the reader, they also banter and it’s cute, also let’s all have a moment of silence for jimin’s desk

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RAGDOLL | p.jm

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(HOLY SHIT WHY IS IT SO LONG-)

#BTS #bts #masterlist #bts fic rec #park jimin fic rec #bts park jimin fic #fan fiction boviously #2022 #pjm

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Apple Of My Pie (7) — Jin

A Small Town Swoons story

Chapter 7.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Buttercup)

Wordcount: 7.1k words

Genre: non-idol!AU, Baker/Café owner!Seokjin, University student!reader Flatmates!AU, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, slightest angst, smut

Rating: 18+ (NSFW content)

A/N: Hello my sweet poppies! Welcome to the Small Town Swoon Universe! 🥰✨

In this episode: Jin and Buttercup finally reunite, and although the real world tries to interrupt their small idyll, Seokjin has the strength to finally impose his needs and confess his feelings. The evening proceeds in the best of ways.

As I mentioned before, this episode made me write things I didn’t know I had in me. Also, this will be the final episode for their storyline, however you will see more of Jin and Buttercup on future stories, mostly in small apparitions here and there. I might come back to this story someday, maybe with some drabbles or some small headcanons, however, I think that now it’s time to let Jin and Buttercup live their special moments with in their own privacy and make up for lost time.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: this is filthy. There’s swearing and light alcohol consumption (wine at dinner, both are pretty sober afterwards). Now, about the filth. Degradation kink, breast worship (involves kissing, licking, biting, grabbing), breast slapping, nipple pinching, one (1) spank, foodplay involving ice cream (so mild temperature play), dom!Seokjin, slightly bratty!reader, grinding, masturbation (both male and female receiving), brief mention of oral (male receiving), cumplay, cumeating, creampie, unprotected sex (please don’t do like them. The right way to go about this would be to use condoms and/or dental dams until you and your partner get the results of the test and are 110% sure you’re clean. If you have any questions, please head to Planned Parenthood’s website, they have wonderful webpages about safe, sane and consensual sex, plus anything you need to keep your sexual health in check. If you can’t check their website, please feel welcome to reach out to me through DMs, I’ll try to help 🥰💜). Also reader is kind of excited about Seokjin being circumcised? And these two have a latent impregnation kink that will show up someday. There are slightly angst discussion about past partners and feelings, but nothing extreme.

Remember to vote for next prompt (check the link in my bio) and in case you need it, here’s my masterlist 💜

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Enjoy ✨💜

Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 (7/7)

Seokjin woke up with the ringing of a phone.

He appreciated the warmth and weight next to him, half on top of him.

He looked at you. He allowed himself to do that only for a couple seconds.

Your phone was ringing, and he needed to pick it up before it woke you.

Your face had been so scared and tired when he first saw it at the front door.

He stood and picked up the call just in time.

“Oh, thank God, Buttercup where are you?” Jeongguk’s voice came from the phone.

“It’s Seokjin. She’s with me, at the apartment. She’s sleeping.” He replied, his voice gravelly after being under the cold rain and sleeping for almost two hours.

“She’s with you?”

“Yes, she’s here. She’s sleeping.” Seokjin repeated.

“Kim Seokjin. I am going to kill you!” Yoongi said, stealing the phone from Jeongguk. “We were all looking for her. Poor Jeongguk was in a panic. Are you stupid? Outright dumb? What is it, both your two miserable neurons decided to throw a strike today? Did they accidentally crash and perish? Did they finally decide to end their suffering?”

“Yoongi. Stop,” said Spice from a distance. “She’s safe, stop acting like an overprotective parent.”

“Is she okay? Is she hurt?” Yoongi asked.

“No. I found her here, taking her stuff away.” Seokjin said, his body tensing at the thought. “Is she leaving? What is going on?”

“She’s going to the cottage with Namjoon. They’re leaving on Monday.”

Seokjin rolled his shoulders before exhaling. “How has she been in the last few weeks?”

“A mess. Sad, miserable. And it’s your fault.” Yoongi spoke with vitriolic hostility in his voice.

“I’m gonna fix it, Yoongi. I promise.” Seokjin said, his voice extremely emotional as he looked at you. Your eyes were open and you had the tiniest smile on.

“Are you gonna talk to her? Actually confess? Tell her you love her and be done with all the insecure, selfish bullshit?”

“I’m gonna talk to her.” Seokjin replied, still looking at you. “I’ve got a bunch of stuff to come clear with. And I’ll tell her I’m in love with her. And that she’s not going to Namjoon’s. She’s staying with me.” He winked. “She needs to eat and regain some strength before she goes to the woods, if she still wants to go. I’ll tell her ‘Buttercup, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for four years.’” His voice broke. “‘I don’t want to spend one more day without you’, that’s what I’ll tell her.”

You were still incredulous, completely still under the blanket.

“And then I’ll ask her to be my girlfriend, and if she turns me down, then it’s alright. I’ll take it like a gentleman. I’ll let her be. But if there’s even a tiny, minuscule part of her that wants to say yes, then I won’t let her go until she agrees to become my girlfriend.” Seokjin explained, with determination filling his voice.

Yoongi got emotional. “Go tell her before you change your mind.”

“She’s right in front of me. She heard every single word.”

“Then I guess you have more important stuff than stay on the phone with me.”

Seokjin chuckled. “Hopefully kiss my new girlfriend, if she lets me.”

You didn’t even understand what was going on before you nodded energetically.

“She said yes. I gotta go.” Jin’s mouth shaped into a large, proud grin.

“Sure. Stay safe. I’m too young to become an uncle.” Yoongi teased with a snicker.

“Goodnight uncle.” Seokjin replied before closing the call.

Your stares stayed locked together as he placed down the phone.

His expression turned serious but kind. “You’re awake.”

You blinked and licked your lips. “I am.” You took a pause, inhaling. “And I want to kiss you.”

He mirrored your action, his tongue slipping out, wetting the seam of his mouth, directing your glance there. “I want to clear things up, before that.”

You closed your eyes, trying not to lose your patience. “What is there to clear up?”

“I just wanted to explain stuff. About Grace and all of the rest...”

From the insecure, agitated look in his eyes, you realised he was scared. You patted the sofa, inviting him to sit beside you. He followed your lead. “I’m listening.” You reassured him, placing your hand on top of his knee.

“When I started dating Grace, I was convinced I could never stand a chance with you. And though Yoongi insisted on the fact that you had feelings for me, I was too shy and too scared to risk it. And after living with you and being so… united. So domestic… I couldn’t handle my feelings anymore.”

You rubbed his arm comfortingly, sitting up, trying to reassure him, to heal him from all those months of insecurities and silence and denial.

“I tried to suppress them. And Grace looked so kind, so respectful. And she’s a beautiful young woman. I could see myself falling for her.”

You pressed your forehead against his shoulder. You still had to realise that such a gesture had a deeper, somehow different meaning, that from then on you were allowed to do that and more.

“But the closer I got to her — and the farther I got from you — the more it all felt wrong. And I don’t even know why I did what I did that Saturday — well Sunday, you know what I mean anyway. I think some part of me was angry because of Edmund or something, or because I thought that I could stop thinking about you if I found someone else to think about and that makes me an absolute idiot—”

You interrupted him. “Don’t hide from me. Ever.” You cupped his face and made him look at you. “You were hurt. And I took similar decisions. What I did with Edmund was somehow similar to what you did with Grace. It’s just that you two had feelings for each other while—” The idea of him being in love with someone else squeezed your lungs until you felt empty.

“I’ve never felt someone as deeply as I feel you, though. I’ve never felt so many things for anyone else beside you.” He said, his eyelashes fluttering as he looked at your lips.

“I love you.” You murmured. There were no other words you could use. “I’m in love with you and I’m not angry that you tried to forget and move on. It doesn’t matter that we fucked or made love to other people. I don’t care that you didn’t tell me. The only thing that matters is that you’re here now and I love you so much.”

He repositioned himself so he could look at you without getting a crick in his neck. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, soft and delicate, worried even.

“Because I couldn’t think about losing you. Because I didn’t even realise I was in love before you started spending time with Grace. Well, I knew I was attracted to you and that I considered you my friend, but I had never really allowed myself to consider I could have more. I was happy with what we had, and I never realised I could lose it, or that someone else could have it instead of me.”

He touched your hair.

“I was okay with what we had. Asking for more felt selfish. Like I was being greedy.” You lowered your eyes, his gaze too intense for you to resist.

“I want you to be greedy, Buttercup.” He whispered, his hand cupping your jaw. “I want you to take all of me and not leave a crumb for anyone else.” His body felt closer, hotter. “I love you, Buttercup. And not in the friendly way. I love you in a very passionate, very hungry way.” His thumb traced your lower lip as he gazed at it heatedly. “Do you love me too?”

You nodded recklessly, almost snapping your neck. “I love you. In a very unfriendly, very sexy way.”

He smiled. “Good.”

His mouth lowered gently, reaching yours, his whole body inching forward until your eyes lost focus and closed. It was a good kiss. Not perfect but good.

Jin’s lips felt soft against your mouth, maybe a bit too delicate, still, definitely pleasing. With just a pinch of mischief, you pulled at his lower lip lightly, biting it delicately.

The growl he emitted had you smiling before you repeated your teasing move, drawing him in. He exhaled and opened his mouth, sucking your upper lip past his teeth.

That felt better than good, leaning to perfect.

What actually made it perfect was his body completely caving in as he manoeuvred himself on top of you, holding himself up with one hand as his hand explored your body deliciously, caressing your hair, your shoulder before reaching your waist.

Helpless and desperate, you pressed the tip of your tongue against his lower lip, pushing it into his mouth.

His hips pressed sinfully against your thigh as he groaned and tangled his tongue with yours.

You moaned and he whimpered in return, a growl vibrating deep in his throat.

His hand moved under your shirt, stopping abruptly.

Dammit.

Your stomach rumbled noisily, making Seokjin part from you. “You’re really hungry.”

You blushed and looked away. “Yeah.”

He hid his face into your neck, snickering. His breath tickled you. “You feel so good right here.” He said, snuggling closer. “But I have to feed you first.” His fingers dug into your sides. “You’re thin.”

Your nails raked against his back. “I had a bit of a hard time in the last few days.” You mentioned casually.

“Can’t have you like this.” He parted from your body, studying your face attentively. “Let’s get you fed.” He whispered, pecking your lips and standing up, heading to the kitchen.

“You’re kidding, right?” You stood up on wobbly legs and followed him.

He looked back at you. “Not at all.” Jin theatrically opened the fridge and lifted an eyebrow. “Chicken wraps. Salad. An abundant dose of ice cream. I need you sugared up.”

You looked at him with a pout.

“It’s the quickest meal I can arrange, Buttercup. We can have dinner in forty and then cuddle and make out. Dinner is non-negotiable.” He said, getting the chicken strips and the large tortillas, together with cherry tomatoes and cheese.

“Can’t we just… postpone dinner?” You said, too caught up in your grovelling to bring up memories of him and Grace in the kitchen.

“Why would we need to postpone dinner?” He asked, slipping some butter into a pan, together with some garlic, moving the chicken strips onto the pan and roasting them quickly with a random — and a very delicious-smelling — mix of spices.

You dragged your foot against the floor, trying to look demure. “You know why...”

He snickered devilishly. “We’ve waited for four years. One more hour won’t hurt you. Cut the cherry tomatoes, please.”

“Especially because we waited for years we should be forgoing dinner.”

He laughed. “I won’t have you fainting on me. Dinner, then whatever you want, Buttercup. Cut those tomatoes, you’re postponing the fun.” He said, adding a spoonful of chicken broth to keep the meat in the pan soft and tasty.

“Now I remember how insufferable you truly are.” You said, starting with the cutting.

He smirked. “You’re stuck with me from now on, doll.”

“I’m revoking the love declaration.” You muttered.

“Are you revoking your undying lust for me too?” He asked, turning towards you with a lopsided, cocky grin.

You just looked at him with the most insulting look you could muster before returning to the tomatoes.

“Such a good girl. Still cutting those tomatoes to get her reward.” He joked.

Once, this kind of nagging was absent minded, innocent and playful. Now it was outright sexual. Especially since the praise had a shiver running down your spine.

“Don’t tease if you’re gonna make me wait.” You groaned.

He bent and kissed your cheek. “I’m doing it for your good, Buttercup.” He moved to your earlobe. “You’ll thank me later, doll.” He nibbled on the soft skin. “I promise it will feel so good, Buttercup.”

You stretched your neck to the side, offering him the expanse of taut, corded throat.

He grazed it with his teeth, drawing the purple-greenish line of your jugular.

“I bet you taste so damn good,” he murmured, sucking at the base of your throat.

“Jinnie.” You called delicately.

He parted from you abruptly. “Dinner. First, dinner.” He reminded himself. “Dammit, you’re such a tease.” He complained, picking up another larger pan to heat up the tortillas. He also added a light sprinkle of flour to the chicken, to give a creamier texture to the sauce made by the broth and the butter. Once the first tortilla was warm, he placed the chicken on top, mingling it with the tomato pieces and the cheese while you prepared the salad.

Dinner was ready in twenty minutes, the wonderful smell of spices filling your nostrils and making your mouth water as you sat and stared at your tortilla, waiting for Jin to sit down himself. He also added an interesting bottle of white wine to the mix, matching the chicken.

“Enjoy.” He exclaimed before digging in himself.

Your whole mouth was feasting at the taste of the food.

It could feast for something better, your hormones reminded you, but you let that slip.

Dinner was uneventful, the both of you too busy and hungry and tense to start a conversation.

While you were thinking about how to tell Jin you wanted him to ram you into the mattress and slap your tits, he thought whether it was okay for him to want sex already. Okay, technically you had been friends for years, but maybe you wanted to wait, go on actual dates, be a couple, in an official relationship before letting him make love to you.

It was pretty clear that any kind of conversation between such two people would evidently elucidate any semblance of doubt, but it would also be a minefield of misunderstandings and potentially very embarrassing bushes to beat around.

So you both stayed silent, completely oblivious to the lessons you had learned roughly an hour ago.

By the time he stood and prepared a small bowl of plain milk gelato, topped with his special wild berries sauce, doubt had nagged at him enough that he was ready to speak.

He placed the bowl on the table. A lovely royal blue bowl. It was his favourite. Maybe because it was his mother’s favourite. He sat down and patted his hands against his thighs. “Come here.” He murmured.

You obliged, settling on his lap contentedly. He took a spoonful of dessert, making sure that he got some sauce in it before offering it to your awaiting mouth. “Eat up, doll.”

You opened your mouth and enjoyed the refreshing feel of the gelato against your palate.

“I need you to listen to me, Buttercup.” He started. “I know we confessed our feelings and that we’ve been attracted to each other for a very long time.”

You nodded, watching as he offered another spoonful as soon as you opened your mouth.

“I just want you to know that I’m dying to make love to you tonight, but we don’t have to. It’s okay if you want to… I don’t know, get physically intimate a bit at a time, or if you want it to be something special, or—”

You interrupted him. “I want to make love to you too, tonight.”

Your eyes followed him as he licked his lips. “Shall we bring this to the bedroom then?”

Nodding you stood up, going for the living room and grabbing the comforter, walking down the corridor and looking at him from over your shoulder. “What are you waiting for?” You asked before disappearing into his room.

He shook his head in disbelief before grabbing more wild berries sauce. Maybe, hopefully…

He took the bowl of ice cream and a spoon, taking his time before entering his room.

You were already laying on his bed, head to toe a vision.

You had already removed your yoga pants and you were laying there in an oversized t-shirt.

“Tell me how you want me to treat you, Buttercup.” He asked, studying you as he took a mouthful of gelato to his mouth.

“Undress first. Then come here. Feed me that delicious dessert and then feed me your cock.” You said, completely unashamed as his burning gaze explored your naked skin.

“I won’t feed you my cock, sorry doll.” He said, placing the bowl on the nightstand together with the sauce. “I’ll need to suck on your pretty tits first.” He took off his sweater in a flash, your eyes reacquainting with his naked chest, bathing in the glorious width of it. It was really breathtaking, with its plains and slopes and dips.

“You’re gorgeous.” You murmured, looking at him while your hand went to your breast, palming it and teasing the peak while he took off his sweatpants. Watching the delicious shape of him from over his boxers had you moaning just slightly, whimpering weakly before your hand slid under your shirt to grab at your flushed, overheated chest.

Seokjin caught your wrist vigorously, pulling it out. “Those are mine to touch, doll.” He reprimanded you. “All mine.” He repeated, straddling your waist, pinning your hands up.

You looked at him with a wicked smile. This, this, was your best friend, the man you had loved for years. And here he was, pinning your wrists, ready to mark your breasts, to own them.

“Keep ‘em there.” He ordered, letting go of your wrists before stretching his fingers to completely hold your breasts, kneading them lightly to test the texture.

“Fuck, they're so soft.” His eyes closed as he felt them up appreciatively. “I can't wait to suck these.” He said, and his unashamed comment opened another new world to you. His thumbs found your nipples, rolling them under the plush pads of his fingers. “You like this?” He asked, looking in your eyes.

You nodded, stretching toward the bedside table and switching on the small lamp there. “Wanna see you.” You explained, looking at him, waiting for a reaction.

“Are you sure? You okay with me watching?” He asked, just as your eyes closed and your back arched, your breasts pushing against his palms, your throat emitting the shyest moan.

“Oh, you like this a lot, don't you, Buttercup?” He snickered, bending down to kiss your neck. “Let me hear how good it feels, honey,” He murmured, sucking at your skin gently.

“Please, I want my shirt off, Jin.” That's all you managed to say, squeezing your thighs together once you realised he wasn't giving you anything to grind against.

“You want me to touch your naked skin?” He asked, making you grow even more desperate.

“Please. Jin…”

He looked at your face. It was absolutely adorable as it scrunched up in disappointment, a lovely pout making your lips rounder, softer, plumper. He kissed them briefly. “Sit up, lovely. Let's take this shirt off.” He murmured with a deep baritone timbre.

The shirt was gone in a second, his mouth latching on a nipple before you could even take off the shirt completely.

His hips ground against your belly, his erection pressing hard against your navel while you laid back down, his front arching away from you as his mouth stayed attached to your chest.

“Please, gimme…” You tried to speak, needing something to ease the pressure between your thighs, where your throbbing clitoris felt unforgivably neglected.

“What?” He asked, parting from your breast and looking so blissful and confused, like he didn't even know what was going on, like your breasts had given him a total reset and all he could remember, all he could ever want and do was to stay there and suck, completely oblivious to anything but the object of his lust.

“Need you down there,” was all you managed to say, still too high from the promises of pleasure.

He grinned *hazily. “Down where?” He asked, teasing and unforgiving.

You exhaled and whimpered. “I need you between my legs.”

“Between your legs where, Buttercup? Don't be shy.”

At that you snapped. “If you intend to keep sucking my nipples could you please kindly press your thigh against my clit? I need to grind on something and you're being too fucking uncooperative.”

He laughed almost hysterically. “Of course, Buttercup. See, was it so hard to ask?” He commented, almost too patronising.

“You're making me want to shut your mouth.” You replied, pushing your hips up and finally meeting his hard thigh, giving a low moan.

“Too bad that would keep me from doing this.” He said, sitting up slightly, grabbing the spoon from the bowl and pressing the cold metal to your areola, spreading a thick layer of ice cream there while your hot skin made it melt and dribble down.

“Fucking hell.” You said, watching as his tongue slid out and collected the rivulet of cream that was dangerously rolling down towards the sheets, almost staining them.

His eyes found yours and he grinned. “Feels good?”

You nodded. “Do that again, please.”

He obliged, this time reaching the peak and sucking it, his mouth opening wide as he tried to suck away as much dessert as possible.

Your left hand went to his head, holding him against your breast while your right one went to his ass, pressing it down so that your pelvis and his met, grinding against each other deliciously, his mouth leaving the sucking motion to release a heavy exhale.

“You have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen and touched, Buttercup. They feel so soft and warm and good.” He murmured, so aroused it almost felt painful. “I love them so much.” He confessed, pressing them together and dipping his face in between, moving it side to side. “I love you so damn much, ____.”

He gave a few thrusts with his hips, before pressing his cock harshly between your bodies, your skin feeling so sensitive that you thought you could feel it throb against you.

“I want you inside.” You whispered, grinding into him in response. “Tell me you used a condom the other time.”

He nodded. “I always have.”

You nodded in reply. “You sure you’re clean?”

“I got tested before Grace. And she’s clean.” He said, slowing down at the mention of his ex.

You nodded. “I got checked after Edmund, for peace of mind. All safe.”

“Thank fuck.” He commented, biting the underside of your boob. “I can’t wait to feel you raw on me. If you’re okay with that.”

You confirmed, bobbing your head so energetically you thought it would detach from your neck. “Want to feel you cum inside.” You murmured while he bit his lip and got more ice cream, covering your other breast, the cold of the food and the spoon making you keen and purr. “Is this what you were doing while she made those sounds?”

He tutted and shook his head. “I’ve always wanted this with you. It would never please me as much with anyone else.”

You rolled your eyes. “Liar.”

He arched an eyebrow and stopped his licking and sucking motions, sinking his teeth into your flesh, eliciting a gasp from you, leaving his position only once he was sure he had left a mark. “What did you say?”

“That you’re a liar. That you like this more with me than with anyone else,” you replied, cocky and bratty.

Without thinking twice, he slapped your left breast violently, not even trying to be delicate.

You squealed, your whole body flinching before your fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

“You think I would do this with just anyone?” He asked, almost angry, the hard bite in his voice scaring you just a little.

He eyed the other breast meaningfully, placing his hand there but not slapping the full curve until you shook your head yes, giving him permission.

The second blow had you losing your mind completely, your cunt so sensitive that you felt a heavy gush of arousal drip out of your entrance. “No, Jin.”

“Grip the headboard and stay still.” He said, sitting up and tugging your panties down, the fabric almost ripping at the aggressive movements. “Maybe you don’t get how much you turn me on, Buttercup.” He grinned, looking at you finally naked in front of him. “Do you know how many times I saw those perky nipples under my shirts? How many times I thought about covering them in any food imaginable?”

You shook your head. “Maybe I wanted you to lay me on top of the kitchen table and shove your cock in my cunt and bruise my tits all over.” You replied, batting your lashes innocently. “Maybe call me your dirty little slut. Throw in a couple spanks.”

He stopped everything he was doing, entirely frozen.

“Is that how you like it?” He asked, completely focused on your reply.

You licked your lips. “With you I might like that, yes.”

“You want to be my dirty little slut?” He asked, staring into your eyes, quoting your words exactly.

You inhaled and nodded.

“You want me to degrade you?” He asked again, settling between your legs and rubbing your thighs.

Again, you shook your head yes.

“What if I called you my cockstarved whore?” He said, slightly hesitant.

You smiled and closed your eyes. “Why don’t you do that while squeezing my cheeks with one hand and slapping my tits with the other?”

He snickered. “You really are a filthy animal, uh?” He slapped your breast and bent down to your face. “You want me to use you like a fuckdoll, mh?”

“Yes, please.”

“I need to stretch you first, though, love.” He said, softening for a second. “Now, out of our little game here, I don’t want to hurt you like that, yes?”

Your mind sobered up for a minute as you listened to him.

“Listen to me now, Buttercup. We need a safeword, love.” He said, touching your face. “You okay with colours? Green is good, yellow is slow down, red is stop.”

“I’m good with that.” You replied, trying to reach his face with yours. “Can you kiss me, please?”

His expression turned longing and fond before he took his time, making love to your mouth with his, his kiss so deep and demanding and passionate until he felt how wet you were against his thigh.

“You’re drenched, doll.” He said, smirking at you. “I want to feel your pretty hand around my cock, Buttercup. Stroke me while I stretch you, love.”

You nodded, your hands leaving the headboard lightning fast sliding into his underwear with speed you doubted you could muster in any other circumstances.

“Fuck, you’re thick.” You said once your fingers wrapped around him.

“That’s what the stretching is for, Buttercup.” He grinned as he looked down at you. His fingers slipped into your slit effortlessly, your inner muscles gripping him immediately.

“And you’re tight. So damn tight.” He replied, bending down to lick at your chest, suctioning your areola into his mouth, shaking his head, making your whole breast bounce in a movement that was too mild to cause pleasure, weren’t it for the incredible amount of arousal circling in your bloodstream.

“Please, Jin. Inside. I’m begging. Please.” You pleaded, stroking him, feeling how long and thick and hot he was, filled with ridges and veins. And he was circumcised. None of your previous partners were.

You explored the differences with your fingers, the lack of skin there so interesting and unusual.

“You like that?” He asked, gritting his teeth as he felt his cock flutter, a drop of precum leaving his slit.

You nodded as you caught his arousal, spreading over the soft, spongy tip, completely undisturbed by foreskin. “I want to see it.” You said before a long moan left your lips, his fingers hitting a sensitive spot inside you, rubbing it with slow movements of his index and middle finger, hooking them and pressing intensely against the smoothest patch of skin. “Oh, god.” You murmured, your eyes fluttering shut as he added his thumb on your clit.

“Cum on my fingers, Buttercup.” He growled. “Then I’ll let you see my cock. You need to cum first, though. Cum for me.”

While your hand stroked him lightly, absentmindedly, the rest of your body focused exclusively on the feel of his digits inside you. ‘I’m close’ was all you managed to say before your hips started following your high, your body becoming completely unresponsive to any semblance of control your mind tried to impose.

“Cum, love.” He said, and your whole being responded, your hand stilling, your breathing stopping, your eyes opening wide before closing again while ecstasy possessed you.

“Yes, love. That’s it. My filthy thing. Show me how you do it.” He spurred you on, watching your body contort in pleasure.

“Jin.” You whined, the first sound you managed to emit since you came apart for him.

“Yes.” He said, removing his thumb from your clit and adding another finger inside you, stretching you wide before you called a yellow.

He extracted his fingers and laid them flat against your mound. “I think I promised you my cock, uh?”

Grinning wildly, you agreed, trying to tug his boxers off. “I want it. I earned it. Give it to me.”

He snickered, cleaning his hand against your breast before collecting your taste and what was left of the gelato with the flat of his tongue. “How demanding.”

“I’ve waited four years. Can’t you just do me already?”

“We could have waited way, way less.” He said, taking the bowl with only a spoonful of molten ice cream, tipping it teasingly over your torso, drawing a line that went from your belly button to your mouth, which you opened wide, letting the liquid dribble in.

Seokjin stared in wonder, imagining something else spilling into your mouth. Once there was nothing left, he placed the bowl back on the bedside table, bending down and licking up the line of cream he had drawn, slowing down to make sure he didn’t leave too much of a mess.

By the time he reached your neck and chin, he was ready to explode with want, his whole body needing to claim, own, possess.

“Is my little slut ready?” He asked, lingering over your face. “Or does she need to learn some more patience?”

You shook your head, licking his lips. “Please.” You begged, your nails raking down his back.

“That’s a good slut. You’re begging for my cock?”

You nodded.

“And you’re so dumb for it you even lost your words?”

You nodded again, grinning.

“She’s the smartest little bean and still gets silly for my cock.” He smiled fondly, almost insultingly. “That’s my pretty fuckdoll.”

He laid down beside you, finally freeing his cock as he arched his hips off the bed and removed his underwear.

Your eyes focused on his dick immediately, the shaft so beautiful, covered in veins just like you had imagined when you had felt it underneath your fingertips.

“Dammit. It’s...” You bent over him, getting your hands on him, bringing your face closer to his crotch, wanting to learn every single detail by heart. “Jin.”

“What.” He replied before throwing his head back, his fingers going to the pillow and gripping it, his hand leaving the fabric to press his palm to his mouth.

You had teasingly taken his tip into your mouth, his skin feeling so smooth and hot, salty, your cheeks and tongue eager to squeeze him tentatively, feeling just how spongy his flesh felt.

He moaned sinfully. “You’re really hungry, aren’t you, my naughty slut.” His hand reached the crown of your head, caressing your head before pulling you off. “I wanna cum in your dripping cunt, Buttercup. Come up here.”

“What if I wanna blow you?” You teased, arching an eyebrow.

“Maybe I’ll let you do that for round four or something, come up here, let me fill that tight warm cunt.”

Closing your eyes, smiling slowly, you straddled his hips. “You’d better keep your mouth on my boobs in the process.”

He giggled. “Wouldn’t have it any different. Come here.” He opened his arms and you propped yourself on your elbows. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You cupped his cheek and waited for him to kiss you.

He obliged. “Feels so good to taste me on your tongue.” He murmured, stroking your back.

“I haven’t even properly taken you in my mouth.” You quipped, slightly petty.

He smiled and grabbed his cock, placing the tip against your entrance. “I’ll make up for it.” He kissed your cheek. “Take your time.”

You nodded and lowered yourself slowly. Taking the first few inches was blissful, the lack of barrier making him slide easily.

“Fuck, it feels good.” He growled. “You feel so warm and tight, love. You feel fucking amazing.”

You purred as you took some more, the stretch becoming more difficult. Your inner muscles contracted, making you come to a halt.

“Holy fuck.” He murmured, his hips pushing in before he managed to control himself. “Sorry, Buttercup, so sorry.” He apologised as you flinched. He kissed your face repeatedly. “I’m so sorry.” He touched your cheek.

“It feels good, but I need to—” You took more of him. “Go slow.”

He nodded and felt your breast against his palm, hanging heavy, right there for him to reach and touch and fondle and suck. “Sure thing, love.” He looked into your eyes. “Tell me how I can make it better.”

You shook your head. “Just hold me, please.”

He wrapped you in his arms just as you took all of him, sitting on him. “Yes, ____. You are so perfect.”

You closed your eyes, breathing in through your mouth. Slowly, you started rotating your hips, feeling how his cock filled you, pulsating inside you. “Jinnie. I love you.”

“I love you too, Buttercup.” He spoke gently, assisting you as you started riding him, his fingers gripping your hips gently.

“You’re so hot.” You whined, biting your lip, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. “I love you so much,” you said with a whimper, your inner walls constricting around him.

“Stop getting tighter, it feels too good.” He whispered, chuckling in desperation.

“Don’t you wanna fill me up?” You looked at him, batting your eyelashes. “I want you to. Please.” You spoke through a pout, moving faster on him.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to keep himself grounded.

You slowly rose to a sitting position, leaving the warmth of his embrace. “Don’t keep me waiting.” You provoked him, spreading your tiny hands over his insanely wide chest, your nails teasing him just a little. “I know you want to watch me drip in your cum.”

He exhaled heavily before giving a deep, breathy laugh, like a short series of hiccups. “You think you deserve my cum, you dirty slut?” He licked his lips, observing your tits shake right in front of his face before slapping them, earning a moan from you. “You really like them slapped, uh? Let’s see if you like spanks too.” He taunted before landing a heavy smack on your ass, enjoying the squeeze of your kegels. “And that pussy likes to clench me so tight.” He grinned, watching as your hand reached your clit, your eyes closed, your hair messy around your face. “Yeah, touch yourself, Buttercup.”

Your gaze met his, your chest blushing as your high approached. “I’m close.”

“It’s okay, keep touching yourself, love. I want you to feel good, honey.” His hips thrust in from beneath, making the stimulation more intense.

“I’m cumming,” you whimpered, leaning even more into your hand as your angle shifted, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you.

As soon as your body crashed on his, Seokjin caught you, holding you close while his throbbing cock kept pistoning in and out of you, focusing on making your orgasm last as he started zeroing in on his own.

“Keep it up, love,” he growled sternly while he felt his restraint slip, “I’m gonna get my slut sloppy with my cum, then I’m gonna lay her on her back and keep it plugged inside her while I fill her up some more.”

You only sobbed and squealed as you felt him get absolutely wild, growling as he gave messier strokes before sinking in deep and staying there, his cock pulsating and spilling his release inside your sensitive walls.

“Goodness, fuck, love. Never had a cunt this good.” He growled, holding his position for a minute, both of you exhausted and breathing heavily.

“Are you really going to do that?” You asked as soon as you came to your senses.

He blinked. “What?”

“The flipping on my back and going for round two?” You asked, parting from him just enough to look him in the face.

“Am I soft?” He asked you, arching an eyebrow.

You squeezed him with your kegels, his lower lip disappearing between his teeth as he felt you get impossibly tighter. “No.” You replied, looking into his dark gaze.

“Then you have your answer.” He smirked before executing his power move, your back hitting the sheets while he adjusted himself on top of you. “Grab the headboard. Hold on tight.” He said before sliding out and snapping his hips forward, his dick hitting the deepest corner of your sex.

“Oh, damn.”

He chuckled ruthlessly. “Damn right.” He replied cockily, slamming into you again, setting a fast, angry pace, watching your lips open wide, his cock coaxing cry after cry from your throat. “Are you gonna cum for me again? Milk this cock with your juicy cunt?”

You nodded helplessly, arching your chest up, trying to get his attention on your nipples.

He bent down obediently, giving you exactly what you were silently asking, his tongue laving your left areola in lazy, teasing licks. “Touch your clit.” He commanded, feeling his edge come around.

While his cock kept ramming in and out of you, his mouth went to your throat, biting you, his neck contorting as he tried to pay more attention to your sensitive skin.

Your fingers reached your clit just as he sunk his teeth in the soft curve of your bosom.

“Jin, please.” You croaked, your hips meeting his while the room filled with the sound of skin smashing against skin, the headboard thumping against the wall, the feet of the bed scraping against the floor, his laboured breath interrupting once you felt his cock spill inside you again with the strange, pleasurable sensation of his cum spurting against your walls.

You whimpered, hoping you could still cum one more time, but ready to give that up, if need be.

“Come on, Buttercup. One more. I know you can.” He said, staying inside you, arching off of you and slapping your breast again. “I know you’re still hungry for my cock. Give me one more, my lovely little slut. Gimme more, love. I’m waiting for you.” He said, watching your fingers work your clit furiously.

“Again, Jin.” You whimpered, your voice breaking.

“This?” He asked, hitting again.

“Yes, Jin, Yes. Please, Seokjin.” You begged. “Please, I love you, please, make it good. Please, please, please.” You cooed and chanted, so lost in pleasure you felt your high peak and before it shoved you tumbling downhill, pleasure making you soar and precipitate, like a small bird in a storm.

“Oh, you’re cumming, Buttercup.” He observed delivering small hits to your nipples before pinching one, then the other, tweaking them energetically but carefully.

“Jin.” You whimpered in a long moan.

“Oh, yes, ____. It’s me love. You’re with me, love.” He said, just as you tried getting closer to him, your hand resting on your mound while your other arm wrapped around him.

“I love you.” You whispered, your breath calming down. “I’ll never stop saying it.”

He rolled the both of you on your sides, looking at each other.

“I love you too, Buttercup.” He whispered, bringing you closer to him. “We’re both so messy.”

“The ice cream got so sticky.” You complained sadly, giving him a tired look.

“We should shower.” He considered, kissing your lips.

“You really feel like standing up?”

He eyed you eloquently. “I haven’t even slid out of you yet.”

You hummed. “Don’t want you to.” You mused, nuzzling into him.

“We need to clean you up.” He said, stroking your hair fondly. “My adorable messy slut.” He said with the expression and tone of the most affectionate praise.

You purred under his touch, feeling something flutter in your guts. “Don’t say it if you’re not going to torture me afterwards.”

He chuckled. “Let’s clean you up and get some rest. I’ll give you round three if you behave.”

“And then I can blow you for round four?” You asked, eyes bright and inquisitive.

He outright laughed, the sound making you laugh too. “Maybe.” He said, cupping your cheek and pulling out of you slowly, grabbing his boxers to clean you up as delicately as possible before you both stood and walked to the bathroom.

Seokjin woke up around five am, his alarm telling him it was time to get ready for Sunday shift. He would come back in time to make you breakfast — and maybe make love to you afterwards.

Switching off the alarm, he slid out of your grip, your arm thrown possessively around his waist.

He caressed your face before kissing your forehead and stepping away, knowing that it would take a catastrophe to take himself away from you if he lingered for too long.

Your eyes opened when the alarm stopped, watching his back as he disappeared into the bathroom.

When he came back, he was fully dressed, only his shoes and coat missing. You opened your eyes as he pressed his lips to your cheek. “Bakery?” You asked. “Don’t you have someone for the morning shift?”

He shook his head. “I’ve been considering getting some help. At least for a couple mornings a week.”

You hummed and nodded. “I can come along if you need.”

He denied. “Stay here. I wanna find you sleepy and cosy when I come back. Remember round five?”

You smiled and hid into the pillow. “Yes, please.”

He smiled along. “Good. Go back to sleep, Buttercup. We’re going on our first date today.”

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Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 (7/7)

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#bangtanhq #thetruthuntoldnet #kim seokjin x reader #seokjin smut #jin x reader #Baker!seokjin #bts fanfiction #bts blog #seokjin fluff #seokjin angst #Seokjin flatmates!Au #Seokjin friends to lovers

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lolabangtan · 3 years

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Lola’s WIP update!!

myg | buddies or bodies?

What’s worse than hooking up with a guy the day you come back to town and discovering he’s your brother best friend? You’re close to find out when said brother asks you to move in after their flatmate leaves them in the lurch.

GENRE: fluff, romance (strangers to lovers, secret relationship) STATUS: writing ESTIMATED WORD COUNT: 45-50k (6 parts) TRIGGER WARNINGS: one (1) anxiety attack

jhs | my Guinea pig

As a writer of erotica in your spare time, you like to do first-hand research for your writing. As your boyfriend, Hoseok is more than happy to satisfy your literary queries. When you get an anonymous message with a slightly different suggestion, of course, he’s willing.

GENRE: PWP, established relationship. STATUS: 20% ESTIMATED WORD COUNT: 4k (one shot) TRIGGER WARNINGS: BDSM.

pjm | my cat roommate

Park Jimin, your neighbour and ocasional hook-up (who also happens to be a cat hybrid) is evicted when his landlord finds out about his nature. Of course, you can’t deny him shelter; but living with him is not going to be an easy job.

GENRE: comedy, romance, angst. STATUS: plotting ESTIMATED WORD COUNT: 8-10k (one-shot) TRIGGER WARNINGS: cat hybrid!Jimin, speciesism?? anal

myg | your share of love to the world

The first time, you came to him in need of help during a time of turmoil for the nation. Now you have started to come to him in search of this warmth you have grown so attached to.

GENRE: romance, angst, royal AU, historical AU, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining. STATUS: writing ESTIMATED WORD COUNT: 10k TRIGGER WARNINGS: adultery, mentions of war-caused PTSD and family violence, bittersweet ending, discussion of infertility.

ksj | chef’s kiss

You never thought you’d be expected to know how to cook when you accepted that job as a waitress in a fancy restaurant.

Fortunately, your flatmate Seokjin is both an excellent chef and willing to give you a hand.

GENRE: slice of life. STATUS: writing ESTIMATED WORD COUNT: 4-5k (one shot) TRIGGER WARNINGS: jinnie’s big dong

#sub!bts #bts smut #dom reader bts #sub bts #sub!yoongi #sub!suga #sub!seokjin #sub!jin #seokjin smut #sub!namjoon #sub!hoseok #sub!jimin #sub!jungkook #sub!taehyung #sub jin #bts x reader #namjoon x reader

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piedpiperslists · 3 years

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Seokjin Series (III)

* ² - two shots s - contains smut sm - social media format

Riptide ² by @jimilter s established relationship Summary: It takes a foolishly trivial incident to unravel how astonishingly little you and Seokjin actually understand each other. It has you questioning your relationship, and him? Well, he’s questioning his whole life.

Apple of My Pie by @oftenderweapons s café owner!Seokjin, university student!reader, friends to lovers, flatmates au Summary: In the bakery and café near the university many students barge in, desperate for coffee and the delicious apple pies served there all year round. Some of them barge in for the sweet sight of the owner, still mysteriously single. Little do you know that he’s been pining after you for years, ever since your fateful encounter. Friendship sparks easily and soon you find yourself flatmates basking in domesticity. And then the sudden apparition of a rival makes you wonder, what would it be like to fall asleep in his bed every night?

Long Term Couple by @taetaespeaches s friends to lovers, idol au Summary: Drabble series on couple Seokjin x Poopsie.

Organic by @ppersonna s sm enemies to lovers Summary: You agree to do your childhood best friend, Namjoon, a favor by working as his boss’s gardener. However, Namjoon fails to tell you just how much of a rich ass Kim Seokjin really is. You hate him, and he hates you, so why does it bother you when his ex makes her way back into his life?

29 + 1 by @taeescript s CEO!Seokjin, slice of life Summary: In which Seokjin is the Devil from The Devil Wears Prada, Taehyung is your work Jesus and Jimin is your handsome successful brother.

#ksj list #seokjin series

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vinetae · 2 years

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BTS Kim Seokjin Fic Recs List

!Credits to the owners!

Date: October 26th, 2022

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Seven Moons - KSJ (Smut, Timelord!au)

Pairing: Timelord!ksj x Reader

Genre: fantasy!e2l/s2l

Summary: When Kim Seokjin's betrothed ditches Mikronysus for Earth, he rakes through the continents to bring her back. At last, he believes to have found her when his tracker picks up on a tremendous amount of energy coming from the Midwest. After initiating the process to bring her back, he's shocked to find you in his quarters, a struggling businesswoman from Kansas City, instead of his runaway bride. To get you back home, he's got to make a trade. But when it comes to you, will he be able to go through with it?

Release Date: Nov. 18

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Finish Line - KSJ (Smut, PwP, CEO!Jin x brat!reader)

pairing: CEO!Jin x brat!reader

genre(s): smut, absolute filth, pwp... I am sorry

au(s): sugar daddy au

word count: 750

warnings: sexual tension, going for car rides (*ahem*), daddy kink, excessive use of petnames, fingering, spanking, clit slapping, unprotected sex (put your hubcap on b4 you rev up ok), breast play, c*m tasting, brat tamer Jin (he's mean but it's sexyyyy)

rating: NC17

summary: you challenge Jin to a race...first one to the finish line wins big.

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(This had no tittle so i'll give it one) THIS IS A DOOZY-

Unexpected Things - KSJ (Smut, Age gap!au, Dubcon/non-con age gap)

Summary: Classic powerful ceo seokjin×unwilling student reader!He goes to a university to deliever an inspiring speech,reader caughts his eyes,he stalks and gets obessed with her,promises her to get a job in his company but makes her a trophy wife.10-11 year age gap.

[ genre : smut ]

[ content warning : dubcon/noncon age gap (reader is 24 and seokjin is 34/35 he has a few strands of grey lmao), trophy wife (ig idk), slight dumbification, breeding, virginity loss, size difference, cervix fucking THIS IS A MESS]

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KSJ || Needs

wc: 676w

pairing: coworker!jin x fem!reader

summary: You and your coworker habitually blow off steam by getting steamy.

tags: pure smut (18+), in media res, switchy, fwb

warnings: begging, possessive reader, needy seokjin, fingering (f), praise kink, breastplay, vocal kink, unprotected sex*(don't do this), creampie

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Couples Retreat ~ KSJ [M] [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 6.1K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluff, smut (fluffy smut) mentions of cheating Namjoon, fluff, a TINY angst

↬↬↬Pairing: Seokjin x reader

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good girl ⤑ ksj ft. myj ∙ pjm | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 accidentally walking in on your boyfriend’s flatmate, min yoonji, and her boyfriend park jimin, was probably the best thing you’d ever done. 〞pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: seokjin x reader x yoonji x jimin

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut • some fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 23k : )

(a/n): Y-you have been warned....

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#Kim seokjin #bts masterlist #bts fic recs #2022 #ksj

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whyme13wr · 4 years

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Recommandations

I haven’t written any of the following fics/AUs. Please do not steal or translate them cause the writters work hard on them. If any of the links don’t work, please let me know.

✎ Ongoing series | ✓ Complete → only for series

updated 06/05/20

BTS

Kim Seokjin

One Shots

Rosewater -> lovers!au on Valentine's day 🦋🔥

In the mood -> 1940s!au (post-war), Hollywood!au🦋🔥

Of the sol -> Dragon!Seokjin 🦋🔥🧚

Heavy eyed -> 🔥🦋

Currents -> ArrangedMarriage!au angst, 🦋🔥

Urs -> 🦋🔥

Series

The devil wears armani -> Devil!au 🔥☔🦋🧚 ✓

Min Yoongi

One shots

Settle down -> EnnemiesToLovers!au 🔥☔🦋 slow burn

From the ashes -> Phoenix!Yoongi x Witch!reader 🦋☔🔥 💜💜

Off the deep end -> Mermaid!Yoongi 🔥🦋?🧚 friendship interspecies 💜💜

Rose garden dreams -> Knight!Yoongi x Princess!reader, forbidden love!au 🦋☔🔥

Surround me -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋

Love Language -> Lovers!au ☔🔥🦋

Never Thought -> MarriedCouple!au, Idol!Yoongi ☔🔥🦋

Series

Buzz -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋✓

Aquiver -> Sexworker!reader 🔥☔🦋 ✓

Grey area -> Soulmate!au angst, slowburn🦋☔🧚 ✎ 💜

Wildest moments -> 🦋🔥☔ ✓

Out of 5.0 -> BlackMirrorNosedive!au ☔✎

Love is not over -> Exes!au ☔ ✎

Bunny blues -> Hybrid!au ft. Kook ☔🦋🔥 ✎ 💜

Carousel -> Heirs!au, ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🦋🔥🔪 suspense ✓ 💜💜💜

Jung Hoseok

One shots

Friendly fire -> Threesome ft. Kook 🔥

A court of curses -> VampirePrince!Hoseok x WitchQueen!Reader ☔🦋🔥🧚 💜💜

Just practice -> Fratboy!Hoseok, HookupToLovers!au 🔥🦋☔

Occultation -> SunGod!Hoseok x MoonGoddess!reader ☔🔥🦋🧚

Series

Run little rabbit -> WolfShifter!Hoseok x RabbitShifter!reader 🔥🦋☔🧚 ✓ 💜💜💜

Park Jimin

One shots

Winged -> Angel!Jimin 🦋🔥🧚

The Hunt -> WhiteStag!Jimin 🦋🔥☔🧚 💜

Ice Burn -> Fantasy!au 🦋🔥☔🧚

Dawn -> 🔥🦋

Spellbound -> Witches!au, EnnemiesToLovers!au 🔥🦋 light☔🧚

Tension -> Threesome ft. Kook 🔥

Faded Love -> MarriedCouple!au ☔🔥🦋

Christmas Reward -> 🔥🦋

Casual Clothes -> Therapist!Jimin 🔥 a bit ☔

Windy City -> 🦋

Anthesis -> Fae!au 🦋🔥🧚💜💜

Series

The arrangement -> ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🧚✓

No strings -> FriendsWithBenefits!au 🔥☔🦋 ✓ 💜

A serpent's flower -> Hogwarts!au, EnnemiesToLovers!au🦋🔥☔🧚 ✓

The promised iris -> Soulmate!au 🦋 light ☔ slow burn 🧚 ✓

Kim Taehyung

One shots

Your baby is sick -> ☔🦋

Seven seas -> Atlantis!au ☔🔥🦋

Papillon -> Pregancy!au, ChildhoodBestFriendsToLovers!au 🦋☔

Let's marvin gaye -> Bestfriend!au 🦋🔥☔

Gods blessed -> HalfDemon!Tae x GodsBlessedSoldier!reader 🦋🔥☔🧚

Paper Cranes -> BestFriendsToLovers!au, College!au 🦋🔥☔

Waterloo -> ArtProdigy!Tae x ArtStudent!reader 🦋slowburn ☔🔥 💜

Fake love -> ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🦋🔥

Series

Groovy -> ChildhoodFriend!au 🦋☔🔥 mention of death

Dichotomy -> ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🦋✓ 💜

Tempting -> Demon!Tae x Angel!reader 🦋🔥☔🔪🧚 mention of death ✓ 💜💜💜

Obsidian -> Witch/Warlock!au 🦋🔥☔🔪🧚 ✓ 💜

When you least expect it -> ft. Kook ☔🔥🦋 ✎

Jung Jungkook

One shots

Familiar but unexpected -> BestFriend!au 🦋🔥☔

The push -> College!au, FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋 slight ☔

Lilac wisteria -> ChildhoodFriendsToLovers!au 🦋

The devil's change up -> College!au, BaseballBallPlayer!Kook 🔥🦋

Five dates -> ArrangedMarriage!au 🦋🔥

Friendly fire -> threesome ft. Hoseok 🔥

Sinful Knight -> Knight!Kook x Princess!reader ☔🔥🦋

Make it right -> Exes!au ☔🔥

Lupine -> Werewolf!au 🦋🔥🧚 💜

Hopping mad for you -> RabbitHybrid!Kook 🦋🔥🧚

Bulls eye -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋☔

Itch -> Flatmate!au, FriendsToLovers pwp🔥🦋

Tension -> Threesome ft. Jimin 🔥

The sea & the storm -> SeaSpirit!reader 🦋🔥☔ mention of death 💜💜💜

Backstage quickies -> 🔥

xx(x)ii -> Boyfriend!Kook 🔥🦋 light ☔

Love alive -> PostBreakUp!au ☔🔥

Skirt Chasers -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋

Under the bridge -> Hybrid!AU 🦋🔥☔

An abundance of mondays -> ChildhoodFriendsToLovers!au 🦋🔥☔

Caramel -> Lovers!au 🦋🔥

Series

Blackjack -> Mafia!au 🔥🦋☔🔪 ✓ 💜💜

Bitchin -> Fratboy!Kook 🦋🔥☔✓ 💜💜

Just friends -> BestFriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋☔ ✓

Bunny blues -> Hybrid!au ft. Yoongi ☔🦋🔥 ✎ 💜

Just one -> HighSchool!au, Fuckboy!Kook 🦋🔥

When you least expect it -> ft. Tae ☔🦋🔥✎

EXO

Kim Junmyeon

Empty vessels -> One Shot, Witch!au, Soulmate!au horror, suspense, thriller🦋🔪

Byun Baekhyun

One shots

Hey neighbor -> Neighbor!au 🦋

Little white lies -> 🦋 light ☔

Pause -> 🔥

Series

Enough -> MarriedCouple!au ☔🔥✓

Cataclysm -> Soulmate!au, EndOfTheWorld!au 🦋☔🔥✓ 💜💜

I give up -> 🔥☔🦋🔪 ✓

Saviour -> ☔🦋🔥 ✓ 💜

Park Chanyeol

The lyricism of you -> One Shot, FriendsToLovers!au 🦋☔

The morning after -> One Shot, FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋☔

Undo -> Series, ☔🦋🔥 age gap, mention of death ✓ 💜💜💜

Do Kyungsoo

One shots

Consider me yours -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋

The "Don't Go" wrist grab -> RoomN°7!Kyungsoo 🔥

Kitten -> CatHybrid!reader 🔥🦋 💜

Here kitty kitty -> CatHybrid!Soo 🔥

Chef Soo three meals a day -> 🦋 fast burn🔥

Little forest -> ChildhoodFriends!au 🦋 light ☔ 💜

Honeymoon -> NewlyMarriedCouple !au 🔥🦋

Crush culture -> 🦋

Cherry blossoms -> Royal!au 🦋🧚

Series

Spontaneous -> Idol!Soo x Musician!reader 🦋☔🔥 ✓ 💜💜💜

All his -> Idol!Soo x Interpret!reader 🦋☔🔥 ✓

The prince of privilege -> Royal!au, ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🦋🔪 mention of death ✎ 💜💜

Ambivalence -> RoomN°7!au 🔥✎

Gorgeous -> FriendsToLovers!Au ft. Nini, FootballPlayer!Soo 🔥🦋✓

Mask -> FriendWithBenefits!au ☔🔥🦋 ✓

Chaebols the arrangement -> ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🦋 ✓

Kim Jongin

Gorgeous 2 -> threesome ft. Soo 🔥, 🦋 with Soo

Kim Minseok

Persistant ghosts -> One Shot, Witch!au, Soulmate!au horror, suspense 🔥🦋

Again -> One Shot, Fiancé!au 🦋☔🔥

2:00 AM -> Series, FriendWithBenefits!au 🔥☔🦋 ✓ 💜💜💜

GOT7

Park Jinyoung

Every way -> One Shot, FriendsWithBenefits!au 🔥🦋

Iron Crown -> Series, Vampire!Jinyoung ☔🔥🦋🔪🧚 ✓ 💜💜

Mark Tuan

I want desire -> Series, Mafia!au, ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🦋🔪 mention of death ✓ 💜💜💜

Im Jaebom

Pillowtalk -> Series, Idol!Jaebom ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Far From Home -> Series, Idol!Jaebom 🦋☔🔥 ✓

Lee Taemin

Safe word -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🔥

Johnny (NCT)

Relax -> Married!au 🦋🔥

Shout out to the talented writters:

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lovingthekpoplife · 4 years

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Meeting McDreamy

Doctor!Jin x Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: medical procedure, embarrassment, and very slight alluding to oral sex.

Storyline: Doctor AU, where Jin is your gynecologist. You meet him for the first time that day, and are utterly shocked and embarrassed. Annoying but endearing flatmate Jungkook, and fluffy ending!

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You sat in the waiting room of the clinic, biting your nails as you impatiently waited for your name to be called. Your eyes were fixated on the clock on the wall opposite you, counting every second that passed. Truth be told, you didn’t want to be there, and you thought your reluctance was perfectly reasonable. After all, no person enjoys a visit with their OBGYN. There’s something particularly embarrassing about another person grilling you for information on your sex life, and your genitals, before they sit you on that dreaded table. You always feel so vulnerable when your legs are propped up on those damned stirrups, with your privates displayed for anyone to see. There is nothing dignified about that position.

You swing your legs a little, as your eyes still stare at the hands of that damned clock clock on the wall, hoping somehow that you can fast-forward time until after your appointment. Anything to bypass the awkwardness. And you know, you know that the doctor will have seen plenty of other “bits” in their career, hell, they have probably had at least 10 other patients that day alone, but you still feel embarrassed.

“Miss Y/N L/N,” The nurse calls you over, with a warm smile. You notice something about her eyes that makes you hesitate, but you stand up and walk over nonetheless.

“Yes?” You ask, feeling that nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach. You have to fight the urge to bit your nails again.

“Ah… Dr. Oh has had to leave due to a family emergency just now, we have another doctor on call if you would like to switch?” She explained hesitantly.

“Yeah, sure” anything to get out of there as quickly as possible.

She smiled with relief, and walked you down the hall, to a door with a plaque on the front that read “Dr. Kim”. You knocked, and let yourself in.

And then it all made sense to you. You suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You wanted to cover yourself from head to toe with a blanket, and cocoon forever. You would never ever be able to forget this appointment.

“Ah, Miss L/N, nice to meet you, I’m Dr. Kim Seokjin and I will be your physician today” Said the most handsome man you had ever seen. Not even in your dreams could you have conjured a face as beautiful as his. He looked like he belonged on a medical drama, not in your very real doctor’s office. He looked handsome, beautiful, ethereal, god-like, dreamy. McDreamy…. Where had you heard that before? You were probably infringing some form of copyright.

“H-hi” You croaked out. You could feel yourself begin to sweat. Why. WHY?!

“If it’s okay with you, I will close this curtain so you can remove your jeans and underwear, and when you are done sit on this bed. If you can do it on your own, put your legs on the stirrups and scoot down as far as you can go without falling off the bed!” He explained, chuckling at his own joke. You laughed along nervously, your voice shaky and your heart thumping in your chest.

He closed the curtain around the bed, and left you to your own devices. You wanted to scream. Why Dr. Oh? WHY?!

You quickly removed the clothes on the lower half of your body and thanked the heavens that you had kept your legs and your privates reasonably well groomed. You sat on the bed, and did as Dr. McDreamy told you, before grabbing a modesty blanket that you quickly covered yourself with. Ah, Grey’s Anatomy! Well, Derek Shepherd has nothing on Seokjin. Oh boy, how your heart raced at the thought of your doctor’s perfect features.

“I-I’m done here sir!” You called out, voice shaking. You readied yourself, hands clenching around the modesty blanket. Your eyes focused on your hands, because you knew that if you took one look at that beautiful face, you would blush so red you might faint.

“Okay!” He called out, his warm, soothing voice doing everything but put you at ease. Even his voice was beautiful.

He quickly moved the curtain aside so he could enter, and closed it again before walking towards your spread legs. He sat on a small stool, and began examining you with gloved hands. You felt yourself tense. His hands on you were doing things to you that were verging on sinful. You prayed he didn’t notice.

“Are you over 25 Y/N?” He asked, you squeaked out a weak ‘yes’

“Have you had a pap smear done yet?” He asked, looking up towards your face. Your eyes flickered towards his briefly, and you immediately looked away.You shook your head vigorously.

“Is it okay if we do one today? It’s recommended to start getting them done regularly after the age of 25.” He told you, and you froze. Your eyes opened wide, like a deer caught in the headlights.

“It doesn’t hurt, it’s a little uncomfortable I have been told, but it shouldn’t be painful” He explained quickly, looking a bit flustered by your reaction. You sighed.

“Okay…” You nodded your head firmly. He nodded back, and moved away to gather the tools.

He showed you all of the tools and explained what they were and what they would be used for. He then talked you through the whole procedure, and explained each step as he was taking it, cracking terrible dad jokes in between. All in all, you ended up feeling relatively relaxed. As relaxed as a woman who was a mad crush on her gynecologist who she just met can ever be anyway.

“Well, I think that should be it. I’m going to go over and log your file and let you get dressed” He explained, as he pushed the cart with the specimens aside. You quickly dressed yourself up again, and both hoped you would never see Dr Kim again, and also hoped he would fall madly in love with you somehow. Part of you wanted to imagine he would ask you out on a date before you left the door. But you also knew he would get into huge trouble if he did. You sighed, maybe you were just never meant to be.

“The results should be out in 4 weeks, we will send you a letter, but it seemed okay visually. Other than that, you seem to be in good health. For your next visit you should be back with Dr. Oh, she is your regular doctor. It was a pleasure meeting you Miss L/N” He told you with a dazzling smile, that made your heart flutter and your stomach fill with the soft flutters of butterflies.

“It was lovely meeting you too, Doctor,” You spoke honestly, although your cheeks blushed a deep red. You bowed to him, and walked out of his office as elegantly as you could muster, which was not very elegantly at all.

You rushed back home, feeling utterly embarrassed, but also like you were floating on air. When you got back in, you slammed the door shut behind you and squealed into your hands.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jungkook asked you from the sofa, where he was playing some shooting game you didn’t care to remember the name of.

“I had my appointment today, and… IT WAS A MALE DOCTOR!” You screamed, as you plopped down beside Jungkook on the sofa, and squeezed a pillow tightly in your arms.

“So? I thought you didn’t care about that stuff,” He asked, side-eyeing you, as he continued to play his game.

“I don’t but this guy was HOT! I am talking, mouth watering, earth shatteringly hot. Like a Greek God incarnate. He made my insides quiver. He made my legs shake just from looking at his face” You explained exasperatedly.

“Gross,” He replied, scrunching his nose.

“Oh come on, don’t be such a butt. I see you drool all over that poster of IU in your room” You tell your roommate, who turns to look at you wide eyed and utterly offended.

“For starters I do not DROOL! And secondly, it is gross that you have a crush on your vagina-doctor. He just looked at you all clinical down there” He complained, just as he died in the game. He tossed his controller aside, crossed his arms and turned to look at you with a huff.

“And that’s precisely why it’s so tragical. Maybe if I met him at a cafe like a normal human being, he would fall in love with me and we would ride off into the sunset and have absurdly perfect-looking children” You threw yourself over Jungkook’s legs dramatically.

“You’re such a weirdo” He pushed you off him, rolling his eyes.

“But you loooveee me” You teased, poking him in the chest. He smiled at this.

“I have no choice, you have been glued to my side since preschool, you eventually kind of grew on me squirt” He retaliated, ruffling your hair.

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About two weeks later, Jungkook and you met at a cafe outside his office for a quick, after-work snack. You noticed he was already waiting in line, and rushed over, nudging him with your shoulder.

“Ugh, you again” he teased, rolling his eyes. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“You should pity me, I have to deal with seeing your ugly face all the time” You bit back, smirking. He narrowed his eyes at you, puffing his cheek, as he pushed your shoulder lightly with his hand.

It should have been a light, harmless push. I mean, it didn’t even hurt. However, you lost your footing, slipped, and bumped into the person waiting in line in front of you.

“I’m so sorr-” Your words were cut off in your throat when you looked up, and your eyes met the beautiful brow eyes of none other than Kim Seokjin. He was smiling at you like he had just won a prize.

“Oh… Dr. Kim, I’m so sorry!” You apologised profusely, bowing your head.

“Ah! I’m not in the clinic, so I’m just Seokjin now,” He smiled, shrugging, and rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes quickly flickered towards Jungkook, and his expression stiffened ever so slightly. You immediately noticed. You might normally be a dumbass, but you are fantastic at reading body-language. You would have been a detective, had your lack of interest in keeping fit deterred you from even trying to join the police force.

“Ah, Doc- Seokjin, this is my flatmate Jungkook,” You introduced your friend, pointing towards him with your whole hand.

Jungkook’s lips immediately broke into a gigantic Cheshire grin, the wheels in his brain turning. He knew all about your appointment with Dr. McDreamy. You knew that look, and knew it meant nothing good.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Seokjin, I’ve heard a lot about you” His voice dripped with sugary sweetness. You gave him a warning glare, but Jungkook’s smile only widened.

“Ah, is that so?” Seokjin’s eyes flickered back to you, and he raised an eyebrow. You could see a slight cheeky smirk begin to form on Seokjin’s face.

“Oh, look it’s your turn Seokjin!” You immediately pointed towards the barista calling for the next customer. Perfect deflection technique, God Y/N, you would make a perfect Ninja.

“Oh shoot!” Jin called out, before shuffling over. You took the opportunity to pinch the life out of the inside of Jungkook’s bicep.

“Ah ahhhh what the fuck!” he hissed, as he swatted your hand away. You did a slicing motion on your neck with your index finger, then pointed straight at his face. He gulped slightly, remembering that time he tried to prank you, and you took revenge by putting hair removal cream in his shampoo.

Once Seokjin had finished ordering, you walked up to the barista, and ordered your and Jungkook’s drinks to go. You needed to get out of there stat. She rang them in, and you readied yourself to put your card in the card reader when a large hand stopped you.

“Ah, let me” Seokjin told you, his cheeks blushed pink, but the rest of his face remained impassive.

“Oh no, it’s okay, you don’t have to” You quickly tried to push your card in the machine. But his grip on your hand tightened.

“Please?” Seokjin begged, and you relented. His eyes lit up beautifully. You couldn’t help but smile. He looked like a child on Christmas day. Super cute doctor is trying to give you free coffee? Could you be any more pleased?

When your coffees were ready to go, Jungkook quickly picked his, and began walking towards the door.

“Ah, I forgot I left this thing at work. I have to go get it before they close. Thank you for the coffee Seokjin!” He called, before darting out the door and sending a cheeky wink your way.

“What the hell did he forget?” You muttered to yourself.

“I think it was a trick to leave us alone,” Jin explained, grinning over the edge of his coffee mug.

“W-what?” You stuttered.

“Ah, Y/N, I know this is probably awkward because I was your doctor for a day. But I am technically not YOUR doctor, so it’s not unethical, but I was kind of, maybe, wondering if you’d like to go out with me some time?” He asked, awkwardly, shyly, nothing like the man who had told you silly jokes during your appointment.

“You want to go out with me?” You asked dumbly. He nodded.

“Of course. You are beautiful, and silly, and I love it when you blush. I just wish I could see you blush from something I did, and not because the situation is awkward” He explained, making you blush a deep red. Yep, nothing more awkward than having a beautiful man with his head stuck between your legs, examining you instead of… you know.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” He laughed to himself. And suddenly you were able to hear it, a distinctive windshield wiper sound to his laugh. It was so comical it made you start laughing yourself.

“And are you sure you won’t get in trouble?” You asked him, and he nodded.

“As long as you aren’t my patient from here on, it should be fine” He explained.

“Well, I say we could start our first date now, no?” you cheekily replied, taking a sip from your coffee.

“Good! I know the best seat in this cafe” He told you, as he guided you towards a table by the window, where you could spot Jungkook waiting at the bus-stop, looking at you and giving you two thumbs up. You rolled your eyes, but returned the thumbs up. Oh boy, Jungkook was never going to let you forget he is the best wingman on Earth.

#bts seokjin #seokjin scenarios #bts #bts scenario #bts x reader #jin x reader #seokjin x reader #bts scenarios #bts imagine #bts au #bts jin #bts jungkook #doctor au bts #bangtan scenario #reader x jin

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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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Apple of My Pie — Jin

A Small Town Swoons story

Chapter 1.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Buttercup)

Wordcount: 3.5k words

Genre: non-idol!AU, Baker/Café owner!Seokjin, University student!reader Flatmates!AU, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, slightest angst.

Rating: suggested 18+ (there are brief apparitions of dirty thoughts, also future episodes will contain NSFW material)

A/N: Hello my sweet poppies! Welcome to the Small Town Swoon Universe! 🥰✨

In this episode: Jin and Buttercup met when she was nothing but a scared, homesick first year student. Four years later, the two share an apartment close to her university and his bakery and café, and are the best of friends, sharing the house, several meals and, most importantly a sacred breakfast ritual. However, as far as sharing goes, Seokjin’s heart has belonged exclusively to Buttercup for four years. Exhausted, Jin finally decides to let go of his unrequited feelings, or at least try.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Oh, this is chill. Light swearing, heavy infraction of The Silent Roommate Code (aka don’t do the nasty with your bf when your roommate is sleeping in the bed at the other end of the room. Especially if she’s a virgin, first year and very homesick). Also, there is a quick flash image of breast worship, sorry.

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Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 (7/7)

It was a slow morning at Jin’s café, only a pair of clients sitting at the small table in the corner, two girls who always met there on Sunday morning, at an illegal hour for the weekend. They had outdoor equipment with them, and probably it was just a stop for a quick breakfast before going skiing or trekking, which was strange considering the disastrous downpour outside, but who was he to debate.

Plus the usual early birds were late too, probably because of the university bonfire the night before.

Seokjin yawned and silently cried over his lost hours of sleep. He was ready to sit down, tip the back of his head against the wall and sleep — actually, rest his eyes —, when the bell at the front door dinged, announcing a new customer.

He inhaled and wore his best smile, standing up. “Good morn— Oh my god, sweetie are you alright?” He asked, seeing a drenched young girl stand at the door.

“I might use a friend.”

That girl was you, running away from your roommate and her boyfriend fucking in your dorm room. Right in the bed beside yours. With you there. And they didn’t even bother keeping quiet.

Seokjin was awestruck. You were soaked like a stray kitten left out in the rain, your hair sticking to your face, your eyes wide and your lip trembling, speaking of several degrees of trauma. “Poor thing.” He murmured, “wait, I should have a blanket back here.”

He dashed for the small cot he had in his office, in the back of the shop, gripping the fleece blanket and bringing it back to the counter, jogging around it and opening the blanket wide as he stared at you. “It’s better if you take off your robe. It’s dripping wet.” He said discreetly.

The girls at the front stared at the scene, a bit worried about you but mostly endeared at the cute barista taking care of you.

“May I use the restroom? The shirt underneath is, uh, thin... Oh, god this is so embarrassing.” You hid your face in your hands.

“Of course,” Jin blushed to his ears, offering you the blanket. “Would you like some coffee? Tea? Cocoa?”

Your lip wobbled, eyes watering and not for the rain. “Cocoa?”

“Yes, sweetie. Go get changed, the restroom is over there.” He pointed at the door.

“Thank you so much.” You said, placing the blanket in front of your chest.

Seokjin rushed behind the counter, grabbing a rag to dry up the wet patches you had left on the floor before someone slipped. Next he got your cocoa ready.

In the quiet morning, through the background music and the gentle chatting of the other two clients, he could hear you using the hand dryer, glad that it was set on hot air so that you could hopefully warm yourself in the process. He even thought of bringing you in the actual bakery, where he had a small traditional stove operated by firewood, other than the big oven working for croissants and banana bread and brownies and pies.

You emerged from the bathroom a little more composed, bundled up in his blanket.

It smelled good. Like raw sugar, butter and apples. A tinge of raisins.

It smelled domestic, like your granny.

You missed your granny.

You missed home.

Your lip wobbled again.

“Come sit”, he said, pointing at a chair in a private corner of the room, somewhere you would be a bit protected from the rest of the shop. It was also conveniently close to the counter, so he could check on you and ask you if you wanted to talk about what had happened. His first thought was that you were a teenage runaway with very bad planning skills, considering that you had run out in your pyjamas and a jacket, your shoes definitely inappropriate for the weather outside, holding only a pair of keys and your wallet in your hands, placing them on the counter once you sat.

“I’m Seokjin.” He said kindly, offering you his hand.

You caught his hand and introduced yourself.

“So, what brings you here with this devil weather so early on a Sunday morning.”

“Running away from my roommate and her boyfriend.” You said, hugging the blanket tighter around you.

“What hap— Nevermind, I think I got it.” Seokjin said, blinking repeatedly. Goodness, people were nasty. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, placing the cup of cocoa in front of you. “Cream? Cocoa powder? Cinnamon? Chocolate sauce? Marshmallows?” He asked.

You teared up. “Marshmallows.”

He poured an abundant amount of them as he pouted, noticing you had become even more upset.

“There you go, Buttercup.” He said, smiling at you so kindly.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice weak and your forehead creased as you desperately tried not to let your tears spill.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, delicately letting his hands move toward yours, moving slowly to see if you took it away. “May I?” He asked, his fingers hovering over yours.

You nodded. While your left hand held the blanket close to your chest, your right ended pressed between his warm palms, the one on top rubbing your knuckles.

“How old are you?” He asked, worried. He wore a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, you look very young, I’m just asking to see if I should call your parents or anyone adult.”

“I live at the dorms. I’m in college.” You said, frowning a little.

“As I said, you look very young. And there are some underage students here so...” He explained, his deep, dark eyes breaching through your bad mood.

“I’m a first year. Nineteen.” You said.

“Poor darling, that must be so hard on you.” He said softly, still patting your hand.

You nodded. “I miss my family. My granny.”

“Oh, buttercup.” He cooed.

If you were in a sane state of mind you would have snickered at yourself and at how miserable you looked.

Still, you were grateful for the kind and gentle Seokjin. And how easily he had brought you back home, with the scent of his café, the taste of the cocoa and the specific brand of marshmallow that your grandmother always got for you when you were little.

“It’s a three hour drive. And it’s tough here.” You said, hiding your face as you dried one tear.

“Do you have any friends here?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Not really.”

Seokjin smiled, his eyes becoming even kinder as his cheeks became round and puffy. “From today, I’m your friend.”

Seokjin, you are a strong-willed, honest man. You are a gentleman. You are a good human. He kept repeating in his brain.

You are a polite, friendly, reliable. You are her friend. He repeated as a mantra.

Still, his brain was completely drowned with thoughts of you in the shower.

The two of you had become flatmates in rushed circumstances after you found an apartment ten minutes away from your university, which allowed you to walk there without having to take the bus or end up in the decrepit dorms, sharing a room way too small with someone way too rude or too loud.

Seokjin still didn’t know what had convinced him to share an apartment with you. It was hell. And heaven too, when he didn’t keep reminding himself that you weren’t his girlfriend, that you would never see him like that, and that he shouldn’t be playing house with you.

It was torture and bliss. Bliss on your Sunday mornings, when you could have breakfast together, or random nights when you would have movie marathons together and you would fall asleep against his shoulder, when he would cook for you and you would have dinner together over a glass of wine, laughing and making jokes. The more he spent time with you like that, seeing you drink your morning cup of coffee while still half asleep, on those days when he had someone else doing the morning shift — which was extremely rare — the more he realised you were absolutely perfect for him.

And then torture.

In moments like this, while you were under the shower, when you got out of it and as usual you walked around the house clad in nothing but a towel, absolutely comfortable in your skin, or when you thought he wasn’t home and he could hear your breathy moans and little whimpers, and then again on those two or three nights you had taken somebody home — in those circumstances he felt like he was paying for an ancient crime he didn’t know he had committed.

You had convinced him to move in with you since the apartment — being close to the university — was also incredibly close to his shop, and once he saw your eyes glimmering, your pretty face begging him to accompany you to visit the apartment, he couldn’t really say no.

So, he had said yes.

And once he saw the building, and the warm, domestic ambience, he realised that even if he would never be your lover, the least he could allow himself was to live this small daydream with you.

A week later you and him had signed the papers to rent the place. And everything had escalated from there. You had become the closest of friends, trusting and leaning on each other in every moment, through every difficulty.

However, the more he got to know about the men you dated, the more he realised you would never be attracted to him.

They were all fancy preppy boys who very likely knew the entirety of the Oxford dictionary and could probably recite Shakespeare sonnets impromptu. One of them could easily have been grandson to a duchess or a marquise. And he was pretty sure the first boy you had dated — second year university — had even a trust fund.

It was basically unreal for you to look at him with anything but friendly appreciation.

In an attempt to silence his thoughts, he got out of bed and headed for the kitchen, starting the coffee machine and getting your breakfast ready.

Maybe you would have completely ignored it being January and you would have simply climbed the barstool by the counter wearing your bathrobe, your hair still wet, and the two of you could have had breakfast just like that, without any kind of embarrassment.

As soon as coffee started brewing, your nose appeared from the bathroom door, barely ajar as you slipped out in a soft-looking white t-shirt.

As he threw a glance in your direction he knew immediately that you had very likely stolen the undershirt from his freshly washed laundry.

You slithered out of the bathroom and with stealthy footsteps you occupied your regular spot in the kitchen, watching as he prepared all the necessary material for a respectable breakfast.

“Good morning.” He said as he saw you perched on your favourite seat.

“Morning.” You replied, your feet bare, your toes gripping the small bar connecting the two front legs of the chair. “I thought you were at the café.” You said, pushing your hair away from your face. They weren’t dripping, but they were still a bit damp, especially since you had stopped drying them as soon as the smell of hot coffee reached you in the bathroom.

“Lara is covering the morning shift. I’m doing tea time today. The ladies love me and Lara can’t stand them asking about her boyfriend. I can’t have her kiss and grind on her girlfriend in the middle of my distinguished bakery out of spite.” Jin placed some apple slices on your plate, together with a quite large piece of apple pie.

In a small bowl, he poured some dry fruit before placing it on the table.

“Petty, angsty thing she is.” You said, clicking your tongue. “A true hero.”

He snickered. “Not surprised you’re friends.”

“I am patience made person.” You said, playfully offended.

“Like that one time you smashed a plate on the floor because you had burnt yourself when taking it out of the oven.”

“It was an accident. I dropped it.”

“Like it’s hot.” Seokjin murmured under his breath, lightly swaying his hips as he finished aesthetically placing your food on the plate.

“What?” You asked, comically confused.

“Nothing.” He said, stopping altogether before pouring you some coffee, adding a spray of whipped cream and decorating it with caramel and crushed caramelised almonds.

Jin asked himself how many more times he’d be able to cook you breakfast; how long until he would have to teach someone else, until you would move out with another person and you start your day with crappy industrial food instead of homemade pies and organic apples and his grandmother’s dried hazelnuts and almonds and freshly toasted chestnuts when the season was right.

Whenever he was home, he spoiled you with homemade breakfast. It was the only way he truly allowed himself to show you how desperately in love with you he is. Anytime he cooked, love simply seemed to pour out of his body through the powerful way he kneaded biscuit and pie batter, and the delicate gestures he used to place each part of a dish to form beautiful works of art: crimson red wine risotto on white porcelain plates; juicy cuts of meat, perfectly cooked in that wondrous oven of his, with a deep brown layer on the outside and the most tender dark pink in the middle, laying on the freshest bed of lettuce with a thin dribble of balsamic vinegar and crushed green peppercorn on deep blue rectangular plates.

And every Sunday was sacred. Every Sunday morning he woke up like he had spent all Saturday night courting you and making love to you — minus the obvious relief and satisfaction that come from spending all night on a bed with the person who is your partner and your lover at the same time. Sunday morning was his favourite ritual. Waking you up with the smell of your favourite hot chocolate — the one you seemed to be addicted to, and that he used on you and against you very wisely — and then cake, a different one every week, and again fruit and sometimes, in summer he would go to the closest farm, buy the milk directly from the farmer, a friend of his grandmother, at the crack of dawn on Saturday morning, bring it home, pasteurise it so that it was ready for Sunday morning, when he would use it for the healthiest of smoothies.

He loves you. He has loved you for years. And after two years of living together, losing hope was a possibility.

A possibility a bit too vast at the moment. Actually — hopefully — reality.

Today would be like any other day if it weren’t for one small fact.

Two days ago it had been four years since he first realised he had fallen for you. And two days ago he had decided he would stop chasing after you.

Therefore, he had decided that from then on, he would let go of you, even if that meant losing a part of himself. And today he would actively start walking a new path.

Once the table was ready, he arranged both your and his plate there, without passing you your cup of coffee — as he usually did — and waiting for you to come to the table.

You moved your hair out of the way as you sat down, taking your fork, not even noticing Seokjin’s first sign of petty detachment. You immediately stabbed your fork inside the apple slice and bit into it.

“Do you have lessons today?”

“Romantic Philology in the afternoon.” You replied munching, pushing your hair behind your shoulders, accidentally exposing two wet patches on the front of your t-shirt.

Actually, Seokjin’s t-shirt, but you decided he didn’t need to know that: you had simply forgotten to carry your clothes to the bathroom and once you heard the bustle going on in the kitchen, you managed to find a pair of pyjama pants in the clean laundry, but not a shirt. And you had stolen one of Seokjin’s. Not like it was a big deal.

“Romantic as in love?” He asked.

“No, as in 1830s, German, English and Italian. We’re looking into Byron and Shelley. Sometimes it’s outright boring, but our professor is so hilarious, she sees right through all those pompous arses.” You said, getting started on your masterpiece of a coffee.

“Oh.” Seokjin said. One more point for the preppy kids.

“No, it’s just academic stuff. Nothing that is actually worth something in real life. Some days I just wish I could give up on Goethe and Scott and the Brontes so I could bake cookies without a care in the world.”

And every day he wished he could give you just that. Turn his bakery into your sanctuary, hold you there, half guest, half hostage.

He decided to halt his thoughts there. No more.

“So you have teatime. Do you want me to make dinner tonight?” You asked.

“Actually no.” He said casually.

You stopped munching on your food. “Oh. It’s not Tuesday, though. Are you out with the guys, random meet up? Is Namjoon in town?”

“No.” He glued his eyes to the plate. No, he had not noticed your hardened nipples, a vague halo of dusty pink appearing from underneath the thin, wet white cotton. No. He would not let his mind wander. No, he would smash the thought out of his mind.

Smash you.

No! The thought. His mind. Out.

Like the colour didn’t remind him of fresh raspberry ice cream, like he hadn’t imagined dragging frozen raspberries against your oh-so-responsive buds, only to warm them with his mouth afterwards, pinch the small fruits between his fingers, crush them until tiny droplets of ruby juice landed on your lush breasts, his tongue lashing out to collect the liquid and lave your luscious curves.

But this time the thought did not enter his brain. This time he let it wither and dissolve into fine, sterile dust.

“Are you having dinner with your granny? And you didn’t invite me?” You said, pouting. “Her roast-beef is—” You stopped and swooned. “The definition of perfection.”

“I’m out on a date.” He said briefly and simply.

You frowned and quickly lifted your eyebrows, not letting the confusion show. “You sure you still know how those work?”

“It’s not like I’m celibate.” He said shrugging with his humongous shoulders. Lifting all those sacks of flour… And helping at the farm— You frowned again.

“Cinnamon?” He asked, knowing that the spice sometimes bothered you.

“No, no...”

“Do you need assistance, for your date? You sure you don’t mean the exotic, typically Egyptian fruit?”

“I mean I’m going out with a girl.” Seokjin started growing impatient.

“Who is it?” You asked, out of curiosity. In two years he had never brought a girl home. And in four years you had know each other, you had never seen him with a female friend or an actual girlfriend. You didn’t even know what is his type.

“Her name is Grace. She’s been a regular at the café for a few months now. She asked me out and I thought it would be rude to say no.”

Your interest poked, you placed down your fork. “Did she invite you?” You held your coffee in your hands, trying to keep yourself from gesticulating nervously.

“No. I did.” He said, finishing his pie and starting to eat all the hazelnuts in the small cup.

“I mean. Plenty of girls give you their phone number on a weekly basis. I literally find them everywhere. There’s around thirty on top of the washing machine alone, because I can’t do your laundry and have all those pieces of papers disintegrating and infesting our laundry and the drain. Why didn’t you ignore her like all the rest?” You asked, a bit upset.

“Because she seems a nice person,” who could love me back, which you don’t. He replied, leaving half the motivation silent in his brain.

“Cool.” You said, finishing your coffee before standing up and placing the cup in the sink.

“Cool,” he replied, neutral, watching as you left all the almonds and dried banana slices in the cup, the pie on your plate. “You’re not done with breakfast.”

“I’m late with my homework.” Which you weren’t, but you felt like your breakfast had been poisoned. Maybe that’s why you felt sick in your stomach.

Seokjin pouted and finished his food before placing your leftovers in small boxes. He knew you would come back hungry from uni and finish the food you had abandoned.

He didn’t read too much into your reaction. He was done trying to understand you.

Today he was finally done being stuck at a crossroad, and although your path in the woods felt and looked lovely and smelled even better, he opted for the safe, trodden and charted way that led out of the woods, into the uneventfulness of the ordinary.

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Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 (7/7)

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When the Stars Align (M)

Part of the Bangtan Assortment Collaboration

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: FakeDating!AU with a hint of roommates (well actually more like apartment-mates but roommates is catchier), College!AU, fluff, angst

Word count: 10.5k

Content/Warnings: Mentions of heavy drinking, drug usage, strong language, but also cute things like adopting a dog together

Summary: With cuffing season approaching its end, you thought you had escaped the pressures of finding a boyfriend for the holidays. That is, until your friends set you up on a blind date that goes horribly wrong. This prompts you to enlist the help of your roommate, Yoongi, to fake a relationship so your friends will stop meddling in your love life. And it turns out Yoongi is a lot better at this romance thing than you originally thought...

Spending Valentine’s Day alone sucks.

Even though some people claim they don’t care about being single on one of the many holidays created by capitalist overlords solely to profit off the purest emotion we as humans can experience, everyone cares, just a little bit.

Valentine’s Day is just about the fakest holiday known to man. Does anyone even remember the original meaning behind it anymore? You’re just painfully reminded of how single you are. No one even gets the day off, so can it really be considered a holiday? Although you admit you still can’t help but fall for its charms: The cute little teddy bears that line the grocery store shelves; pink and red, heart-shaped balloons, boxes, and pretty much everything; and candy, half-priced the following day. Also, seeing all the couples being lovey-dovey with each other kind of makes you wish you had someone to cuddle for yourself.

You’ve never really been in a long-term relationship. (Unless you count that boy in high school, who helped you raise your very own sack of flour in health class, equipped with its own voice box to cry every couple of hours, and you two were together all day, every day, for two months straight. Let’s just say that was a bonding experience in more ways than one, and you did very well in health class that semester. The two of you dated for a year after that.)

The thing is, in this fast-paced, ever-changing world, you get bored easily. Some of your relationships don’t last more than a month, a day, or even past the first date.

There is only one person you want to spend Valentine’s Day with this year, and you know he absolutely does not feel the same. And probably never will.

Let’s take a little trip back to last December.

You and your group of friends decided to go out for sushi at your favorite all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant. All of you had just finished finals, so you went out to celebrate.

“Y/N! Are you going with anyone to the New Year Ball?” Jungkook asked loudly over the chatter in the restaurant.

The annual New Year Ball is a huge holiday party put on by your school’s Student Association at the end of each calendar year. The original purpose of this social was for frats, sororities, and clubs to recruit new members, but the event is now used as a way for burnt out college students to drink and blow off steam after final exams. The Student Association books out the entire student center (all three floors of it) for the party of the year. You have no idea why the school would allow such a function, let alone fund it, but you can’t complain. You’re a sucker for free food and alcohol.

“No, I was just gonna go with you guys,” you said before stuffing a too-big piece of tiger roll into your mouth.

“Uh uh,” Hoseok interjected. “We all have dates.”

Taehyung, who was seated to your right, reached across you to grab the soy sauce. “Seriously, you don’t have anyone to go with?”

You shook your head, still chewing.

“What about Kai?”

Kai was a guy you met on a dating app last semester who you ended up hooking up and then never seeing again. He was a terrible person, so arrogant and full of himself. You felt your personalities clash the second you two met. But he was also a beautiful god of a man and you weren’t going to let him slip away from you before banging one out with him. After that, you deleted the app and blocked his number.

You forced the colossal piece of sushi down your throat so that you could finally speak. “Nooooo.” You shook your head vigorously. “That ship has sailed. Plus he’s a Capricorn.”

They all gave you a puzzled look that said they needed more explanation.

“Hello? I’m an Aries?” You waved your hands around, gesturing toward yourself, nearly whacking Taehyung with your chopsticks. “Aries can’t stand Capricorns.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Oh no, you didn’t ask him for his birth chart on the first date, did you?”

“No.” You shifted your gaze away from him and sipped your drink.

“Jesus.”

“Okay,” Seokjin chimed in with half an edamame pod hanging out of his mouth, “but you really need a boyfriend. You’re the only one of us that’s single.”

Namjoon motioned for Hoseok to pass him the wasabi and ginger. “Yeah, sometimes we want to invite you places but worry you’ll feel awkward because all of us are bringing our girlfriends.”

“That’s fine! I love hanging out with your girlfriends! Sometimes it’s too much testosterone when it’s just you guys.”

“No.” Namjoon shook his head. “We need to find you a boyfriend, too.”

“Joon, I don’t want–”

“How about Taeyong!” Jimin suggested.

“I don’t know, isn’t he kind of a fuckboy? I don’t want our Y/N to get hurt.”

“It’s just one date. Plus they’ll be with us. We won’t let anything bad happen.” Taehyung gave you a reassuring grin.

You huff. “Fine. Can you pass me the rainbow roll please?”

So, that New Year’s Eve, you got ready for the party as your roommate (flatmate, housemate, or apartment-mate are probably more accurate descriptions for what he is, since the two of you share an apartment/flat, but have separate rooms. However, for simplicity, let’s use “roommate” from now on) made dinner in the kitchen.

“Oooh, got a date tonight?” he teased, whisking together some eggs in a bowl as you were leaving.

“That’s none of your business,” you replied, shoving a gold hoop earring into your ear.

He eyed your outfit. “Don’t you think that dress is a little… I don’t know… Short?”

You resisted the urge to flip him off. “Shut the fuck up, you perv. I can wear whatever I want.”

Yoongi chuckled to himself. “Whatever.”

“Bye, Yoongi!”

“Don’t get too crazy out there, Y/N. You know how NYB can be.”

You simply rolled your eyes and left, shutting the door behind you without saying anything further.

You had to watch how much you drank that night, because your friends had declared you the designated driver for your date, which you’re still salty about. The six of them arrived shortly after you did, with Taeyong in tow. You had never met the boy before, but right off the bat you could see that he is undeniably handsome. Now you knew why people called him a fuckboy. With a face and body like that, you would use it to your advantage, too.

You greeted your friends in the lobby and before you could say anything further, Taeyong walked straight up to you.

“We’re going to find our girlfriends,” Jungkook informed you. And then the six of them left you alone with your date.

“Hi, I’m Taeyong,” he held his hand out, intending for you to shake it.

Wow, a gentleman. “Hi. Y/N.”

“I know, your friends have told me quite a bit about you.” He shot you a flirty smile.

Since you’re here, you might as well have some fun. “Well, that’s not fair, I hardly know anything about you.”

“Then we should spend the rest of the night getting to know each other, shouldn’t we?” He smirked, not breaking eye contact with you for a second.

Oh, he was good. A smooth talker with shiny brown eyes that could pull you in, hypnotize you, and leave you wanting to give him all of your attention.

“AY, TAEYONG!” The shout rang across the lobby of the Student Center, pulling you out of the little moment you just had with Taeyong. It was one of his frat brothers, marching over carrying three shot glasses. “Let’s do some shots, bro!”

“You know it!” Taeyong greeted his brother with a shoulder bump and took two of the shot glasses from him. He offered one of them to you.

Hesitantly, you took it, suddenly feeling a bit shy since you don’t really know either of these guys. Both of them took their shots and Taeyong looked toward you expectantly, waiting for you to take yours. You downed it quickly, and gave the tiny plastic cup back to Taeyong’s friend.

“Thanks, man.” He clapped his friend on the back.

“Yo, of course, bro. Listen, this really hot ABG was getting all up on me earlier, so I’m gonna go back over to her. I’ll catch you later, alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you later, man!” Taeyong waved his friend off. “Let’s get some more drinks!” Before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the drink table.

There was a lot of alcohol. More than enough for the entire student body to get absolutely wasted. The Student Association definitely did not skimp out this year. It looked as if they bought out the whole alcohol section of the nearest Costco.

“Oh shit!” Taeyong’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. “We gon’ get turnt tonight!” He whooped.

“I have to drive you home later, so I can’t drink too much,” you reminded him.

“All good, Y/N,” he said while pouring himself some beer into a red plastic cup. “I’ll drink enough for the both of us.” He then added two shots of soju to his cup and chugged it quickly until it was all gone. You must have made a concerned face, because Taeyong placed a hand on your shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, I can handle my alc.”

For some reason, that didn’t reassure you too much.

“So how did you and your friends meet?” Taeyong had to shout over the music and the overall loudness of all the people around you.

You two were in one of the study rooms, which had been converted into a lounge for the party. Sofas lined the edges of the walls. You and Taeyong were now sitting in one of the more secluded ones in the corner behind some fake potted plants.

“I met Jungkook in elementary school, the rest of the guys were accumulated throughout high school and college.”

“Mhm.” He responded in a way that didn’t seem like he was actually listening. His hand was on your thigh, slowly inching its way upward. Maybe Yoongi was right, maybe this dress was a little too short.

“How did you meet them?” you asked.

Taeyong took a sip of his drink. “I know Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok from dance. The other three I just met tonight.” He was a little too close, and his breath smelled strongly of beer.

“Ahh, I see.” You were running out of small talk. You didn’t know what you could possibly talk about with him. From what you’ve gathered, he’s an economics major with enough units to graduate already, but he’s staying so that he doesn’t miss out on any of the parties his fraternity hosts. All he seems to do is drink and fuck, and tonight was no different.

As you were talking, his hand made its way even higher up your thigh, and at this point it was right at the hem of your dress. Taeyong teased the edge with his finger, looking into your eyes to gauge your reaction.

You shook your head and pushed his hand away. You couldn’t deny he was attractive, and you wouldn’t have minded sleeping with him, but this was not the time nor the place. “I’m not having sex with you on school property.”

“Come on, why not? I’ve done it before, it’s no big deal. Plus, I used to work here, so I know which closets we can get into without a key.” He winked at you.

You leaned in so that your lips were right next to his ear. “Save it for later.”

The boy smirked at you. “Fine.”

“TAEYOOOOOOOOOOONG,” you heard someone shout from across the room. You and Taeyong looked over to find an obnoxiously handsome guy in a letterman jacket holding a bottle of tequila. “SHOTS?!”

“HELL YEAH!” Taeyong leapt up from the sofa, throwing his plastic cup onto the floor, and bounded over to his frat brother.

You stayed behind and watched them from afar. A small crowd of dudebros gathered around them, holding out tiny plastic cups as letterman-jacket-guy filled them to the brim with alcohol. Taeyong took six shots, one with each of the guys, and bellowed triumphantly as soon as he downed the last one.

“BEER BONG?!” One of them shouted.

Taeyong hooted in agreement and followed his friends into the next room, completely overlooking your existence.

Where were your friends? You hadn’t seen them throughout the entire party, and you definitely were looking for them. In all honesty, you didn’t really like being alone with Taeyong. The two of you just didn’t click, and he’s very touchy when he’s drunk. Therefore, you were hoping that you would be able to find your friends and hang out with them as well, but you hadn’t seen them the whole night.

You took the elevator up to the third floor, where an actual, literal rave was taking place. The third floor was one big ballroom, and tonight, multicolored lights flashed and loud electronic music thumped as hundreds of sweaty, drunk college kids danced around. If your friends were up here, there would be no way for you to find them, so you gave up on the cause and took the elevator back down. You could still feel the pounding of the bass even after the elevator doors closed, and on your way down you wondered if that was safe, or if the vibrations from the music would compromise the strength of the cables and the elevator would come crashing down, inevitably leading to your tragic death. Yoongi would probably know.

With a ding! the elevator doors opened and you arrived back on the second floor. You were greeted with the sight of your date, a funnel connected to a tube which fed into his mouth, and one of his friends pouring an entire keg of beer down said funnel.

“CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” The crowd around him chanted.

You sighed to yourself. Frat boys will be frat boys.

“It’s just one date. We won’t let anything bad happen.” You grumbled. That’s what your friends had said to you, but where were they now? Nowhere to be found. You tried texting your group chat with them, but none of them replied.

You went back to the secluded corner from earlier and sat down. You checked your phone again, and still nothing from your friends. You pouted and opened your messaging app.

You: how’s your night going?

You waited a few seconds and then felt the device vibrate in your hand.

Nerd: Shhhhh Halsey is performing You: smh you and your obsession with halsey Nerd: Not so much obsession as admiration Nerd: She’s on my list of top 5 people i want to work with one day You: haha in your dreams Nerd: It’ll happen just you wait Nerd: Also why are you messaging me? your date not going well?

“Y/N!!!!!!!!!” As if on cue Taeyong drunkenly stumbled over to you. He was so inebriated that he could barely walk. His friends had to support most of his weight.

“Oh my god,” you muttered.

When his friends let him go, he collapsed onto the floor, and was too drunk to pick himself up.

“What happened to being able to handle your alc?”

Taeyong struggled to lift his head up. “What are you talking about? I’m totally fine.” His words were badly slurred as he spoke, and you almost couldn’t understand him.

“Oh, jeez. Okay.” You stepped around him and bent over so that you could hoist him up by his armpits. “We need to get you home.”

“No! I’m totally fine!” When you got him to his feet he grabbed a shot glass from someone walking by and poured it into his mouth. The alcohol dribbled down his chin and the passerby shot him a look of annoyance because Taeyong just stole their drink.

You smacked Taeyong on the back of the head. “Stop drinking! You’re gonna kill yourself if you keep going.”

He stomped his foot like a child. “Noooooo!”

You began dragging him toward the elevator and he didn’t resist. When the elevator arrived, you pushed your date into it and pushed the button for the first floor. When the doors opened, you pulled Taeyong out and almost bumped into Jungkook.

“Hey, Y/N! Are you having fun?” He still hadn’t noticed how inebriated Taeyong was.

“I’m not in the mood for small talk right now, Jungkook. Where have you guys been?” You didn’t even try to hide your annoyance.

“Whoa,” Jungkook gasped, noticing your drunk friend for the first time. “What happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Can you tell the rest of the guys that I’m taking Taeyong home now?” You pulled Taeyong toward the entrance.

“Okay. Are you coming back? It’s still pretty early.”

“I think I’ve had enough for one night. I’m never forgiving you guys for this. Goodnight, Jungkook.”

Jungkook waved you goodbye. “Okay, get home safe, Y/N.”

You opened the door to your apartment and saw Yoongi sitting on the couch, sipping on a bottle of beer, and watching the ball dropping ceremony on TV.

“You’re home early,” he remarked. “Didn’t like your date?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You kicked off your shoes and walked right passed him and into your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

“Goodnight, I guess.” Yoongi shrugged and returned to watching his program.

You and your friends regrouped for brunch on the following Sunday morning. Even the barely noticeable smell of alcohol from the mimosas that Jin and Jimin ordered brought back nauseating memories of the party.

“I can’t believe you set me up with Taeyong, who I later found out is a Cancer???? Aries are the least compatible with Cancers!!!”

“I thought that was Capricorns,” Hoseok asserted before stuffing his face with french toast.

“Them too! Capricorns and Aries usually can’t stand each other but when you find two that are compatible it’s like–”

“Anyway,” Taehyung interrupted. “It wasn’t even his personality that you didn’t like, it was his lack of control.”

“It doesn’t matter!” You protested. “It was doomed from the start!”

“Whatever. Enough of this fictitious mumbo jumbo.” Taehyung waved his hand dismissively. “So, Taeyong was an utter failure. Who else do we know who’s single?” The question was directed at the other five boys at the table.

“I don’t want you setting me up with anymore of your friends,” you told them.

“Too bad, we need to find you a boyfriend. You can’t let one bad date stop you from going on others.”

They didn’t seem to be taking no for an answer. You needed to put a stop to this fast. But how? You didn’t have time to think. Before anyone could respond with their suggestions, you blurted out, “I’m dating Yoongi!”

Taehyung nearly choked on his strawberry. “What? Your roommate? Isn’t he a Pisces?”

“And?”

“Aries aren’t compatible with Pisces.”

“And how would you know that, Tae? Aren’t you the one who made fun of me for looking up Kai’s birth chart? Aren’t you the one who just – not even a minute ago – called it fictitious mumbo jumbo?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Jungkook holds his hands out to stop everyone. “How did this happen?”

Jimin looked at you curiously. “Yeah, Y/N. You’ve been living with Yoongi for almost a year. Why now?”

“Uhhhh.” You wracked your brain for an explanation. How did you get together with Yoongi? You had to come up with an explanation that your friends would believe. “After I dropped off Taeyong the night of the New Year Ball, I came home crying.” Your palms started to sweat so you rubbed your hands together. “Yoongi was still awake watching the ball dropping ceremony, so he comforted me, and we ended up falling asleep on the couch together.”

“Did you fuck him?”

You kicked Seokjin under the table. “No! Jin, don’t be gross!”

“Owww! What? You’re the type to move pretty fast. I don’t know.” He bent down to rub his shin.

“Wait, hold up,” Jungkook cut in, ready to poke holes in your story. “Since when do you cry?”

“Hey! I cry! What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know. Sounds kind of fake. I’ve known you for more than ten years and I’ve only seen you cry once when your turtle died.”

“I can cry! I’m perfectly capable of crying!”

“If what you’re saying is true, then bring Yoongi with you the next time we get dinner together. Does Tuesday night work for everyone?”

All the boys nodded their heads.

Shit. You could feel your face getting hot. “Uhh, since the relationship is still pretty new, I’m not sure Yoongi would want to make it public just yet,” you lied.

“Come on, Y/N. We’ve known Yoongi for over a year, and we’ve known you for even longer. There’s no reason for you guys to hide from us.”

You groaned. “Fine, I’ll bring him. But don’t think I’ve forgiven you guys for setting me up with that trainwreck.”

“We’re sorry, Y/N. Really.”

How would you possibly explain this whole situation to your roommate? “Hey, uh, I told my friends we were dating so they wouldn’t set me up with another fuckboy, and now they want to do a septuple date.”???

You just know he would give you endless shit for this. For as long as you’ve known him, Yoongi has always been the sarcastic smartass who loves to poke fun at you.

From commenting on what you wear: “That’s not a shirt, Y/N.” (Also, remember your dress on New Year’s Eve?)

Giving you “helpful” hints when you try to fix something that broke: “You know that’s not going to work, right?”

To helping you with your math homework: “You get to ask me one question per month. After that I’m going to start charging you a fee.”

To some, his treatment toward you may seem harsh or mean. What a lot of people don’t understand is that you two are this way because you’re comfortable with each other. It’s not one-sided. You definitely roast Yoongi back. And it’s never serious. It’s a sibling type of banter.

Although the two of you are comfortable with each other, Yoongi also keeps to himself a lot, only sharing bits and pieces of him with you. He’s serious and stoic a lot of the time, and when he’s home, you mostly see him studying or watching TV. But you guess this is typical behavior of someone who’s studying to be a sound engineer.

He rarely tells you anything about his dating life. He had a girlfriend when he first moved in. You know this because he would bring her over every weekend, and you would hear them in his room. Every. Fucking. Weekend. But all of that stopped a couple of months ago. You know they broke up, but you don’t know why, or whose decision it was. Yoongi rarely talked about her, so you couldn’t tell if he actually liked her or not, or if it was just a sexual thing. Come to think of it, you couldn’t remember the last time he expressed feelings for anyone.

You turned toward your roommate, who sat next to you on the couch, reading one of his textbooks.

“Are you a sociopath?” You asked him, casually of course, as roommates do.

Without even looking up he replied with, “What in that tiny, little brain of yours prompted you to ask me such a thing?”

You smacked him with one of your throw pillows, which took Yoongi a considerable amount of convincing to let you buy because he thought they were “useless and a waste of money.”

“Because I’ve never seen you express emotion toward anything. Not even food.”

“Just because I don’t have an orgasm every time I eat pizza like you do, does not mean I’m a sociopath. For your information, I am perfectly capable of emotion. I just prefer to channel it into my music.”

You rolled your eyes. He’s so pretentious. “Then why aren’t you dating anyone?

He closed his textbook. “Jeez, Y/N. Not everything is about dating. I just got out of that messy relationship with Nayeon, remember?

“I thought you were just with her for sex? I didn’t know you actually liked her.”

“We were together for four fucking years, of course I liked her. You don’t just share such a big chunk of your life with someone and not feel something for them.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that you were together for that long. You never really told me much about her.”

He shrugged. “That’s because you entered my life during the last year of our relationship, and at that point we could already feel our relationship start to all apart.”

“She was here all the time, though.”

“Yeah, we thought seeing each other more would help fix us, but after a while it just got kind of tedious. So we called it off.”

This was good, this was the most information you’d gotten out of him in a while. “Do you still have feelings for her?”

“Of course, but it didn’t work out. It’s in the past now and I need to move on. My friends think that finding someone knew would help me get over it, but I need to take some time for myself.”

You nodded understandingly. “What were you like with her? You know, before all the bad stuff. I can’t imagine you being romantic in any sense of the word,” you jested.

“Hey! I was romantic! I took her to the beach and bought her flowers and stuff.”

“Wow. A real stunner, you are,” you said sarcastically

Yoongi rolled his eyes

“Hey, here’s a nutty idea.”

Your roommate raised an eyebrow at you. You thought long and hard about how you were going to do this. All the scenarios that played out in your head seemed utterly ridiculous, but you had to tell him somehow. This seemed like the least weird way to broach the subject with him.

“What if we like….. Pretended to date?” you asked hesitantly, wiping your sweaty palms onto your throw pillow. See? It’s not entirely useless.

“Why the fuck would we do that?”

“You know… Because my friends are trying to set me up with people… And from what you’ve said, your friends want you to start dating again, too.”

“Yeah, that’s what my friends want, but I don’t have to do what they want.”

“I’m just saying, you know… It might be beneficial for both of us.” You couldn’t look Yoongi in the eyes. Instead, your gaze shifted just about everywhere else: out the window, the TV, the ceiling.

Yoongi definitely noticed and could tell you were hiding something. His eyes narrowed at you. “What’s the real reason, Y/N.”

You shrugged and shook your head. “That is the real reason.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” His gaze grew more intense and you could feel his gaze burning holes into your face.

You sighed deeply. “Fine. So I… Uhh…”

Yoongi looked at you expectantly. Were you really going to tell him? You had to own up to your stupid decision. But it was exactly that: stupid.

“I may or may not have told my friends that you and I are dating.”

“Fucking hell, Y/N.” There wasn’t even any surprise in his voice. It was more like disappointment, exasperation. Like his exact thoughts were, typical Y/N, always up to the same shenanigans.

“I’m sorry! I panicked! I didn’t want to get setup with another Taeyong and you were the first person who came to mind! I just kind of blurted it out during brunch!”

Yoongi was silent for a long time, and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. What would you do if he said no? What would you tell your friends?

After an eternity, he finally answered. “Fine”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Great. Our first date is tomorrow.”

“Fucking hell! Thanks for the warning!”

“See you then!” You jumped up from the couch and ran to your room before he could verbally abuse you further.

“Oh my god. Are you seriously wearing that on our first date?” Yoongi was standing in the doorway to his room as you eyed his outfit, which consisted of a white t-shirt underneath an unbuttoned red and cream plaid flannel, accompanied by ripped light wash jeans and old tennis shoes.

“Yeah? What’s wrong with this?” He gave you a mildly annoyed, confused look.

“Nothing’s wrong with it if you’re going to class. But this is dinner with my friends! Our debut as a couple! You can’t wear that!”

Yoongi sighed. “Fine. Then what do you suggest I wear.”

You huffed and pushed past him into his room, him following closely behind. You stared into his closet, eighty percent of which was completely black. Somehow, today, he managed to throw on the only non-black outfit he owned.

“No. No. No.” You grumbled as you sifted through his clothes.

“Why do I even need to dress nicely? I’ve already met all your friends. It’s not like I have to make a good first impression or anything.”

“Still! They would never believe I would date someone who’s dressed like that.”

“Hey! You know, you’re such a bitch sometimes.”

“I know.” You pulled out a red and black swirly patterned button down that was squeezed between two black sweaters. Ugh, there was no method of organization to this closet whatsoever. You caught a glimpse of the tag as you removed it from the closet. “Dior? Damn. I didn’t know you were the type to wear designer.”

Yoongi snatched it out of your hand protectively. “I’m not. Nayeon gave it to me.”

You gently took it back from him. “Okay, so it’s a touchy subject. I guess we’re not going with that one.” You put it back on to the clothing rack and pull out a long wool coat. “Valentino? You’re kidding me, right? Is there any nice stuff in here that you bought yourself?”

Yoongi shook his head.

“Now I know why she bought all of this stuff for you: so you don’t embarrass her everytime you two went out in public.” You sighed. “Well, I guess we’re just going to have to work with it.”

You pulled the red and black shirt back out and handed it and the coat to Yoongi.

“No peeking,” Yoongi warned. You nodded and turned around.

As he changed, you rifled through his closet for some suitable pants, so you wouldn’t accidentally catch a glimpse of your roommate shirtless. You found the pair of black ripped jeans that Yoongi always wore and decided to go with those.

“I don’t like this jacket,” Yoongi whined. You took it as a sign that it was safe to turn around.

The jacket reached almost to the floor, and his arms were tight against his sides, like he could barely move them. “You’re right. You look so stuffy. Like a little old man.”

“Hey! Listen up, bitch.” Yoongi squared his shoulders and took a couple of steps closer to you. “I may be older than you, but I’m also taller.” He prodded your shoulder threateningly with his finger.

“Not if I wear heels. Which is what I’m planning to do tonight.” You smirked at him.

“Fine, then I’ll wear my platform sneakers.”

“That still won’t be enough,” you teased.

He frowned and you chuckled at his reaction.

“I’m kidding. I’m not going to wear heels tonight. So, you still get to be taller than me.”

“Why does it feel like I’m receiving some sort of consolation prize?”

You rolled your eyes. “God, you’re so annoying.”

“Can I just go without the jacket? It’s not that cold outside.” Yoongi struggled to take off his coat so you walked up behind him and helped pull it down his shoulders.

“Okay, but if I get cold, what are you going to offer me for protection? How are you supposed to romantically give me your jacket if you don’t even have one?”

Yoongi groaned. “God, your ideas of romance are so antiquated.”

“And your ideas of romance are nonexistent!” You countered.

“Whatever,” he spat. “Just pick a jacket you want to wear then. It’s too warm out for me to wear one.”

You grudgingly agreed and grabbed a simple black blazer from the closet. The tag on the back said H&M.

“You guys! I’m so excited to try this place!” Taehyung ran up to where you and Yoongi waited outside the new omurice restaurant that opened up across town.

“I hope it’s good,” Yoongi said. “This would be the first omurice place here and I haven’t had decent omurice since I went to Kyoto a couple of years ago.”

“What is this? You? Min Yoongi? Getting excited about food?”

Yoongi shot you a warning look, which you ignored.

“If you miss it so much, why don’t you try making it yourself?”

“If you paid any attention to me at all, you would know I make it all the time, but it’s never the same.”

You frowned at him, offended that he would accuse you of not paying him any attention at home. “I totally pay attention to you!”

“Then you would know I made omurice just last Thursday!”

“Thursday is my busy day! I wasn’t home all day!”

“Okay!” Taehyung interrupted, clapping his hands together. He was probably afraid you two would either start throwing punches or angrily making out. Neither of which he wanted to witness at that moment. “Let’s get a table and wait for the others inside.”

“So did you enjoy it? Was it as good as the one you had in Kyoto?” You looped your arm around Yoongi’s and rested your chin on his shoulder.

Yoongi set his spoon down onto his now empty plate and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “It was pretty good.” He didn’t turn to face you because he didn’t want his face that close to yours. “But to be honest, nothing can top the one I ate in Kyoto.”

You moved your hand toward Yoongi’s, which was now placed limply on his thigh. He squirmed as you got too close to his crotch.

“Hold my hand, dumbass,” you whispered so that only he could hear. “And smile please.”

Yoongi turned his face toward you and gave you a soft smile so convincing, your heart fluttered for a split second before you came to your senses. He leisurely intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Thanks, you’re doing a great job,” you told him. Yoongi was never really one to seek out praise and validation, but you wanted him to know that he was doing a good job.

“Awww, you guys are so cute,” Hoseok cooed. “Y/N, I’m glad you’re finally dating someone again.”

“I don’t know why y’all are so damn concerned with my love life. It’s none of your fucking business.”

“It’s just that you haven’t been in a relationship in so long, this is quite interesting to watch.”

You twisted your face at Jungkook.

“So tell me more about how this whole thing happened.” Jungkook sat up attentively, putting his elbows up on the table and resting his face in his hands, wanting to hear every word you had to say.

“I already told you everything.”

“Okay, but I want to hear it from Yoongi’s perspective.” He nodded at your fake boyfriend.

“Shit,” you muttered and squeezed Yoongi’s hand. You raised an eyebrow at Yoongi, an expression that said, “You remember what I told you, right?”

Yoongi nodded. “Well, I don’t know what Y/N told you but, she came home really upset after the New Year Ball, thanks to you guys, and that’s when it kind of happened.”

“We’ve apologized so many times for that.” Jin rolled his eyes.

“And yet I still don’t accept your apologies,” you quipped.

You looked over at Jungkook to see that he was eyeing you warily. Your cheeks burned under his scrutiny. Did he still not believe you? Even after you and Yoongi’s blatant (albeit forced) displays of affection? Maybe because he knew neither of you were big fans of PDA. Or maybe because he’s known you for more than half your life and can tell when you’re lying 90% of the time.

Just when you’re about to crack under his gaze, the waiter comes over with the bill.

“So how are we going to do this?” Namjoon addressed everyone at the table.

“I don’t know. You’re the math major; you tell us,” Jimin retorted.

Yoongi grabbed his wallet from his back pocket with the hand that wasn’t holding yours. “I’ll pay for Y/N and me.”

“How noble,” Jungkook scoffed.

You leaned closer to Yoongi. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Of course, it’s our first date. Let me pay.”

You blushed. “Okay.”

Then the unexpected happened. Yoongi leaned in closer and gave you a quick peck on the tip of your nose.

You gaped at him momentarily and then immediately regained your composure. You turned around to see Hoseok and Jin looking at you fondly, Taehyung and Jimin making disgusted faces, Jungkook with his eyebrows raised in a look of surprise and horror, and Namjoon too distracted by figuring out how to split the bill.

Luckily, because of this stunt, Jungkook forgot about grilling Yoongi with the questions.

“Okay, so I’m going to cover it with my credit card and I’ll charge you guys on BuddyPay.” Namjoon announced, still totally oblivious to the kiss that just shocked the whole table.

Everyone else grumbled in agreement.

After the payment was sorted out, your friends trickled out of the restaurant while you and Yoongi stayed behind. The second they were gone, Yoongi dropped your hand as if you had the plague.

“God, your hand is so sweaty,” he griped, wiping his hand on his jeans.

“Sorry! I was nervous!”

“Aww. You get nervous around me?”

“It wasn’t because of you, asshole.” You slapped his arm. “It’s because I’m a terrible liar! I almost popped a blood vessel everytime one of them looked me in the eye. Especially Jungkook! I know he suspects something.”

Yoongi shrugged. “Well, if it means anything, I think you were pretty convincing.”

“Thanks. It doesn’t. Also why did you kiss me? We never agreed to any kissing.”

“Did that kiss really affect you that much?” Yoongi smirked and got up from his seat.

You huffed. “Fuck you, Yoongi!”

“A kiss is as far as I’m gonna go.”

You scowled and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, jogging a little to catch up to him.

By the time you caught up, he was waiting by the door for you. “How are we going to make it convincing if I never kiss you?” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Also, if you pop a blood vessel, I’m not driving you to the hospital.”

You frowned. “Whatever. Let’s get out of here.”

“God, I’m so full,” you groaned once you got outside. “Can we walk around a bit?”

Yoongi nodded. “Sure. I’ve never been in this plaza. We can check out what they have.”

Out of the corner of your eye you notice a Critter Castle on the other side of the parking lot.

“Ooh! A pet store! Let’s go in!” You grabbed Yoongi by the wrist and hauled him across the parking lot.

Immediately when you walk in, Yoongi gravitated toward the puppies. There was a small one, with curly brown fur that he took a particular liking to.

“Hey there, little guy.” The puppy perked up and started hopping around in its pen. “You’re an excited one aren’t you? Hi.” He brought his hand up to the barrier, allowing the puppy to stick its nose through and lick Yoongi’s fingers.

It wasn’t often that you got to see Yoongi’s soft side. He was always either serious or sarcastic around you. But seeing him like this made the corner of your lips tug up and your heart feel warm.

What was this weird feeling? It couldn’t possibly be… Could it?

You shook off the weird feeling. “What’s its name?” You asked Yoongi.

Yoongi looked at the sign the hung on the edge of the play pen. “Holly.”

“So it’s a girl?”

“The sign says it’s a boy. Awww and he’s only two weeks old! So fucking tiny!”

You giggled. “Do you want him?”

“What?”

“Do you want to adopt Holly?”

“I– yes. But would you be okay with that?”

You nodded.

“Oh my god. Then yes, I want this dog more than anything.”

“Okay wait here, I’ll go talk to a worker.”

You returned a couple of minutes later to find Yoongi sitting on the floor, sticking his fingers in the holes of the pen and playing with the little puppy.

“So, I have some bad news.”

Yoongi sighed. “Y/N, always gotta ruin things.”

“Shut up! The worker said Holly is still too young to be adopted, but we can come back in a month and a half or so and if he’s still here we can adopt him.”

“Can we like, preemptively adopt him? Like put him on hold or something?”

“I asked and she said adoptions here don’t work that way since it’s not a shelter. We’re just going to have to come back later and hope for the best.”

You could see Yoongi’s face fall. “Okay.” He stood up. “It was nice knowing you, Holly. Hopefully we can meet again soon.”

“We’ll come back for you, Holly.”

The little dog yapped and hopped with joy, but when the two of you began walking away, he whined and put his head to the floor.

About a month passes and now it’s the present again. Pretending with Yoongi has gotten a lot easier and more comfortable. Your friends have invited you and Yoongi out to septuple dates with their girlfriends, and you genuinely have fun.

But having a month pass means it’s now February, and everyone knows what dreaded holiday comes in February.

You fling yourself onto the couch right next to where Yoongi is sitting. “So it’s Valentine’s Day next week.”

“And?”

“And are we going to do something special?”

Yoongi makes a disgusted face. You grimace at his grimace.

“Come on! Jungkook will definitely think something is up if we don’t post something cute on Instagram,” you whine.

For the last month, even when your friends didn’t invite you and Yoongi out to do stuff with them, you still took pictures of the two of you together to keep up appearances on social media. Yoongi was surprisingly good at it, knowing exactly how to pose or what caption to write to get a reaction out of people. Everyone seems to love sharing their relationship with the world, and Valentine’s Day is the prime time to do so, so it would definitely be odd if you and Yoongi didn’t do something sickeningly romantic for the special day.

“How about we just get one of those long candles and light it next to a rose and take a picture of that, then we can go back to living our lives like normal? Most of social media is fake anyway, so I don’t see why we actually have to do something special instead of just pretending we did.”

“Ooh! What if I get a bunch of rose petals and sprinkle them from the front door to your room? And then I caption it something like, ‘Came home from class and was greeted with this, *suggestive emoji*.’”

“No! No offense, but I don’t want to imply that I’m having sex with you.”

“We’re dating, it’s already implied.”

Yoongi’s face twists. “How long are we going to keep this up, anyway? I’m not going to fake date you forever.”

“Oh my god!” You exclaim, ignoring his question. “I’ve got it!”

“What?” Yoongi asks, his tone fearful.

“The pet store has discounted pet adoptions on Valentine’s Day.”

“Okay…”

“Let’s adopt Holly together!”

Yoongi’s eyes light up, but he tries to contain his excitement when he says, “So you’re serious about it? You really want to adopt a dog together?”

“Of course! I’ve always wanted a dog.”

Your roommate raises an eyebrow. “You never said anything.”

“Because I didn’t know you liked dogs.”

“So, you’re actually serious about this?” He asks again, just to be absolutely sure.

“Yes, Yoongi! I am 100% serious.”

He jumps up and gives you a big hug, squeezing you so hard that you almost can’t breathe.

That Valentine’s Day, you and Yoongi walk into your apartment with a new addition to your family. Yoongi insisted on holding him on the car ride home, and wouldn’t even let you hold him in the elevator ride up to the apartment. He is still cradling the small, brown puppy even after you’re inside, where it’s safe to let him run around.

“Hold right there,” you tell Yoongi after you both take your shoes off, with Yoongi struggling because he still will not let go of Holly the entire time. “Let me take a picture for Instagram.”

Yoongi holds up Holly so that he’s obscuring his face.

“No! We need to see your face!”

Yoongi sighs and lowers the little animal.

“Great, now kiss him.”

Yoongi puckers his lips and brings it closer to the curly brown fur.

“Perfect!” You snap the photo and post it to Instagram, captioning it, Father and his brand new son. Happy Valentine’s Day, babe *heart eye emoji*.“Cuuuute!” You exclaim.

“I know I am, but how’s Holly look?”

You give your fake boyfriend an exasperated look.

“I can’t believe we have a puppy now!” Squeal isn’t exactly the right word to describe how Yoongi says it, but it’s a pretty close description.

“I know right? We’re parents now.”

Yoongi plops himself on the floor and lies on his back. Holly hops around him, leaping across his legs and stomach. The feeling that you experienced in the pet store when Yoongi first met Holly returns, and you are filled with an inexplicable fondness. You get down on the floor and join them, and when you look at Yoongi, he smiles at you.

“Thank you, Y/N. I am so happy right now.”

“You’re welcome, Yoongi. I am too.”

A couple of weeks later, you come home after a rough shift at work. There was a huge dance contest going on at school tonight and afterwards a lot of the spectators flocked to the nearest boba shop– which happened to be the one you worked at. The line was long, the store was crowded and loud, and it didn’t help that your manager was yelling at all of the workers to put out drinks faster. At the end of the night, you had to turn some customers down so that you could close up shop, and a few of them weren’t too happy about that.

You’re exhausted when you step through your front door, your feet are sore and your muscles tense. When you enter, you see Yoongi sprawled on the couch as always, your nostrils assaulted with a pungent odor, quite a juxtaposition to the sickenly sweet smell of the boba shop.

You let out an exasperated sigh. “How many times have I told you not to smoke inside?”

“I wasn’t smoking.” Yoongi shifts his bloodshot eyes back and forth.

“I smelled weed the second I walked in the door.” You saunter over to the screen door that leads to the balcony and pull it open to let in some fresh air.

“That’s….. a skunk got in here.” His voice is mellow in a way that confirms your suspicions.

You cross your arms and give him an incredulous look. “A skunk?”

“Yeah.”

“We live on the third floor in the middle of the city. There are no skunks here,” you scoff. “Raccoons, I would believe, but not skunks.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“At least share, will you?” You drop your aching body onto the couch next to him, resting most of your weight against Yoongi.

“Since when do you smoke?” He asks.

“I don’t usually. I get a really bad case of the munchies when I do. One time I smoked at Jungkook’s place and ended up eating six of those spicy cup noodles. My intestines were not happy afterward.”

Yoongi chuckles. He then pulls a blunt out of his pocket and lights it for you. You put it up to your lips and smoke it.

“Who’s smoking in the house now?” he teases.

You shake your head. “Where’s Holly?” You ask, ignoring his silly rhetorical question. You shift so that your head is now resting on his chest.

“He’s in my room sleeping. All he does is sleep.”

“Of course, he’s a puppy. He’s still growing.” You pass Yoongi the blunt and he takes a hit before passing it back to you.

“I love him so much.”

“I know you do.”

“He’s so small.” Yoongi remarks, except it comes out more like a whine.

“I know he is.”

He notices that you’re not being your characteristically talkative self, which leads him to suspect something is wrong. “Rough shift?”

“Mhm.” You nod with your head still resting on your roommate’s chest.

He slings his arm lazily across your shoulder. “Want to talk about it?”

You take another long drag from the blunt. “Nope,” you exhale.

Just as before, your cravings set in about thirty minutes later. You haven’t eaten since before your six hour shift, and you're now starving.

“Oh my god I want pancakes!!!!” You wail, springing up from your where your head rested on Yoongi’s lap. “I want pancakes so bad.” Your stomach grumbles at the thought of the fluffy stacks of cinnamon swirl pancakes that they serve at the Pancake Shack, lathered in thick, golden maple syrup, and smothered with butter.

“Y/N, it’s 2 in the morning. Everything is closed now.” Yoongi is always one to burst your bubble.

"But I want Pancake Shack!"

"Pancake Shack is closed."

“Make me pancakes!!!!!”

“I am not making you pancakes.”

“But I want pancakes!! Like so bad. I think I might die.”

“You may be the only person who gets more high-strung when you smoke.” Yoongi doesn't budge.

You pout at him.

Finally, he resigns. “Fine, I’ll make you pancakes.”

“Thanks, Yoongi.” You hug him and rest your head on his shoulder. The two of you lock eyes and your gaze lingers for longer than it should, and for a second, your heart stops. The intensity of the moment startles you and you pull away from him. “You know what. It’s late. Never mind, you don’t have to make me pancakes.”

“Y/N, I don’t mind if you really want me to.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s okay. I should go to bed. I have class in the morning.”

“Okay, if you say so.” Yoongi raises an eyebrow. You were just insisting that he make you pancakes. What made you change your mind so suddenly?

You get up off the couch and make your way to your room.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he calls after you.

“Goodnight, Yoongi.”

Jungkook: hey jieun just broke up with me :’( can you come over?

You get the text late at night, a couple of days later. You’re already in your pajamas and getting ready for bed. But still, you don’t hesitate, because Jungkook is your best friend, and you could really use something to take your mind off of the forbidden feelings you’re starting to develop for Yoongi.

You: yeah i’ll be there in 10

“Hey.” Jungkook greets you with a sad smile when he opens the door to his apartment. His hair is a mess and he’s also wearing his pajamas.

You return the greeting and enter. “How are you holding up?” You ask him.

“Honestly, a lot better than I thought I’d be. I’m not as heartbroken as I expected.”

His place is a one bedroom studio apartment, so inside is just his bed, desk, kitchen, bathroom, and video game system. It’s cozy, and the two of you have had many heartfelt talks here. You used to come here whenever you wanted peace and quiet when you still had two other roommates at your old place.

“Why did you call me over? I thought you’d be a mess.” You kick off your shoes and jump onto the bed.

Jungkook shrugs as he sinks down next to you. “You’re my best friend. I just wanted someone to talk to.”

“Well, I’m here for you. Whatever you have to say. Whatever you want to talk about.”

He smiles at you. “Thanks, Y/N. How are you and Yoongi doing?”

“We’re alright.”

“I can tell he really likes you.”

You sigh, wondering if now is a good time to break the news to your best friend. What are you really waiting for? Why keep this going? Who does it benefit? “Jungkook, I have to tell you something.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow.

You take a deep breath. “It’s fake. My entire relationship with Yoongi is fake. We were never actually dating.”

“I don’t believe that.” He shakes his head.

But it’s the truth.

Jungkook shakes his head again. “No. I know you both really care for each other. I can tell your feelings for each other are real.”

You remain silent. You and Yoongi have definitely grown closer in the last two months, especially after the two of you adopted Holly together, and you were having some feelings toward him, but you knew Yoongi didn’t feel the same. In the beginning, he made it explicitly clear that he had absolutely no romantic feelings toward you. Just last year, you two had The Talk about not being attracted to each other.

“You guys even adopted a dog together for god’s sake. You don’t just do that with anyone.”

Still you say nothing.

“That was real right? That dog is yours?”

You nod.

Jungkook runs his fingers through his hair. “I’m not going to brag, but I knew it was fake at the beginning, especially because it lasted more than a week, which is some sort of record for you.”

“Shut up.”

“But as time went on, I could tell you were growing to like each other, genuinely.”

You shake your head, still refusing to believe it. “He’s a Pisces, though. Aries aren’t good with Pisces.”

“Stop making excuses, Y/N. I think you should talk to him. Sort this out.”

"I may have feelings for him, but I'm positive he doesn't feel the same way about me." You grab one of Jungkook’s pillows and fiddle with a loose thread on the pillow case.

Jungkook sees what you’re doing and takes the pillow away from you, setting it down on the side of the bed that you can’t reach. "If you think that way, then you should end it. It's not fair for the both of you.”

You sigh deeply, knowing he’s right. “I thought we were here to talk about you.”

“We were. But I feel much better now, having my best friend with me.”

You give him a half hearted smile.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Jungkook.”

He holds out his arms. “Come here.”

You crawl forward and give him a firm hug.

“Can I, like, at least practice in front of you? Because I have absolutely no idea how to approach this.”

“Of course. Anything you need, I'm here for you.”

You squeeze him a bit tighter. "Thank you, Jungkook."

The next night, you pace back and forth in your room, trying to figure out how you're going to bring it up to Yoongi. He's right on the other side of the door, on the couch, watching TV and petting Holly, as usual, and can probably hear you burning a hole in the carpet. You take a deep breath. It’s time. But what if he’s not watching TV anymore? What if he’s studying or doing homework? You shuffle over to your door, slowly cracking it open and peeking your head out.

He’s still exactly where he was when you got home earlier. Doesn’t he have things to do? Why is he always watching TV? You then realize that you just want an excuse for him to be too busy to talk, so you can avoid this conversation and postpone it for another time. Another time when you’re more prepared, when you’re older, and therefore wiser. But for some reason all the signs (really, just Jungkook) are telling you to do it now, providing you with the perfect opportunity, the perfect setup for you to break up with your fake boyfriend. Nothing like the present, right? You just gotta do it. Rip it off like a bandaid.

Apprehensively, you tiptoe out of your room. "Hey, Yoongi, I need to talk to you."

He turns his head toward you. “What’s up? What’s wrong?” His brows furrow when he notices your unease.

You walk over to the couch and sit down next to him. "Nothing’s really wrong, per se. But we do need to end this fake relationship."

“Well, it’s about time.” He sighs and picks up Holly from his lap and places him onto the floor. “We’ve been going at this for what? Almost two months?”

Your heart drops at his words, feeling like it's shattered into a million pieces. You know he didn’t feel the same way about you, but hearing him confirm it hurts a lot worse than you imagined. So, it really was all just pretend to him? You had been so stupid to let yourself fall for him, and now you have to deal with the consequences.

“I– Wow– has it really been that long?” You force a chuckle, trying your best to hide your disappointment.

“Yeah. It’s about time we start dating for real, right?”

“W– what?” You stutter, completely caught off guard. Out of all the scenarios you thought of, this was not one of them.

“Y/N, don’t tell me you don’t think there’s something between us.”

“I– I do. I just didn’t think you did.”

“Of course I did! Are you really that dense? I wouldn’t have volunteered to make you pancakes at two in the fucking morning if I didn’t.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. You just saved me from a really difficult talk.”

“Were you going to break up with me?”

You nod.

“Did you plan out everything your were going to say? Rehearse it in front of the mirror and everything?”

“No.” You cross your arms in defiance. “I rehearsed it in front of Jungkook.”

Yoongi chuckles and it makes your heart warm. “You got Jungkook to help you?”

“Yeah. Don’t make fun of me.” You pout. “I’m not good at this type of thing.”

“You’ve broken up with plenty of guys before, though.”

“But none that I’ve cared about as much as you.”

Yoongi takes both your hands in his. "Don't worry. You don’t have to."

You feel as if a tremendous weight has been lifted off your chest. "So what now? What's different?"

Yoongi uses his hand to brush aside a stray chunk of hair that had fallen from your ponytail, and then delicately caresses your cheek. "Well, this, for one." He leans in and places a firm kiss on your lips. Yoongi had given you soft kisses on your cheeks and nose when the two of you were just pretending, and for a long time you wondered what it would be like to kiss him for real. Now you know, and it's so much better than you ever imagined.

You know how in those cliche movies, when a couple shares their first kiss, fireworks explode in the background and everyone cheers? That's what it feels like. It feels like every bad date, every disappointing hookup has led to you finding Yoongi. It's like the spring finally arriving and the clouds getting clear after a long, cold winter. Jungkook's right. Who cares if you're an Aries and he's a Pisces? The stars aligned in just the right place for you to find each other.

"And this," Yoongi breathes, softly brushing his hand against your breast and running it along your body until it reaches your thigh, all while still kissing you. "And this."

You squeal as Yoongi's hand moves under your legs and he scoops you up as he stands. You wrap your arms tightly around him, giggling and burying your face in the crook of his neck while he carries you bridal-style to his room.

Holly follows closely by his feet, wanting to follow his parents and see what they're up to. Once Yoongi gets to the threshold of his room, he gently shoos the little puppy away with his foot. "Not now, Holly. It's special mommy and daddy time." He then enters the room, letting the door close behind him.

Epilogue:

“I can’t believe we adopted a dog together. That’s so incredibly stupid. What if we break up?” You slip on your boots and put a harness around Holly, getting ready to take him out for your daily walk.

Yoongi slings on his jacket and shakes his head. “Y/N. We’re literally getting married next week. I don’t think we’re breaking up any time soon.”

“But you admit that it’s a possibility!”

“I never said that.”

You peek outside the window to see that it’s still drizzling a little bit and grab Holly’s raincoat off the coat rack and put it on him. “There we go, baby.” You then attach Holly’s leash to his harness as Yoongi grabs an umbrella. “Damn, I can’t believe I still like you. I can’t believe you still like me!”

“Hey! How many times do I have to tell you! I have feelings!”

“Yeah, horny.”

“You’re insufferable.”

You step forward to fix the collar of Yoongi’s raincoat. “No, I’m not.”

“You’re right. You’re very right. I love you very much and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He leans in to kiss you on the nose.

You react by scrunching up your face. “Damn, that’s a long time.”

“You’re not having second thoughts, are you? Do you want to call off the wedding?”

“Of course not! We’ve been planning this for over a year! I definitely still want to marry you!”

“Okay, but I think I want to marry you more.”

“Will you stop that?”

“Stop what? Wanting to marry you? Uhhh… Not possible.”

You get on your tiptoes so that you could kiss him, and while you’re kissing him, Holly starts barking and pawing at your boots. “Okay! Okay, Holly! We’ll take you on your walk now!”

You give Yoongi one last kiss on the lips before the three of you set out into the rain.

A/N: Yoongi and reader’s dynamic is pretty much how one of my old housemates and I used to treat each other (except we never dated, however, we did adopt a fish together). Also this story in no way reflects my opinions on astrology. It’s all light-hearted I promise.

#bts fanfic #btswriters #networkbangtan #sonyeondannet #agustdnet #armiesnet #my writing #mine #collab #surprise! she's here early!

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Rush!BTΣ — college!au, borderline crack au w @cynoirsure

a story about three friends and their obstacles of relationships, academic probation, and figuring out that international kids aren’t all that bad.

28/35

word count: 2.4k

genre: fluff, crack

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Your POV

“First of all, you guys can’t be wearing any of our letters. y/n especially, you can’t be wearing your sigma phi hoodie. Jinhee can probably detect it from a mile away if she doesn’t already have prior tunnel vision for Yoongi. Wear basic clothes and keep your looks incognito, because everyone’s curious how these dumbasses are going to finally get together.” Seokjin paced around the meeting room in the student center, the other boys of Beta Tau and you looking how Seokjin was rambling.

Hoseok was the first to stand up, his arm sliding around his flatmate’s shoulder. “Hey, Seokjin hyung, you good?” Seokjin looked clearly distraught about his two friends, nodding weakly.

“Yeah, this has just been a long time coming and now that it’s finally happening, I’m so nervous. What if they don’t actually like each other? I literally watched them kiss and I don’t know if they like each other.” Seokjin rambled on once more. Taehyung stood up as well, pulling Seokjin into a hug.

“It’ll be alright, Big!” Taehyung beamed brightly at Seokjin, which cheered up Seokjin instantly. “Besides, you should know the best about those two getting together, considering you’re so close to them!” Taehyung nodded. Seokjin hummed in agreement, sighing.

“Taehyung’s right. They should be getting to the cafe soon, shouldn’t they? We should get going.” Namjoon stood up, extending a hand to you so you could get up. You cursed a little to yourself while getting up, almost stumbling over. The president held you steady before Jungkook and you went back to your dorm to change into something more lowkey. You all agreed to go to the cafe in small groups, in order to not attract attention by being a large group of particularly loud college students.

Thanks, Nature Cafe was always some sorta safe place for Jinhee and Seokjin to meet up on weekends when Jinhee wanted to go study, not only for the aesthetic, but also for the sheep there. The sheep in addition to the cafe was only a bonus to the two, the two of them only finding out about the sheep after visiting the cafe in real life. The first time the two went there, Seokjin had to physically drag Jinhee away from the sheep, Jinhee sobbing uncontrollably about how cute the sheep were.

It wasn’t abnormal for them to stay late, but they almost never went to the cafe on weekdays, and Seokjin never paid for Jinhee at cafes. To say Jinhee was a little confused was an understatement, but nonetheless, the offer of free food? She could never refuse that.

She opened the door to the cafe, the owners greeting her and immediately recognizing her when she walked in. She gave them a small greeting back, shrugging off her windbreaker and taking out her earbuds before setting her backpack down at the back corner of the cafe where her and Seokjin usually sat down at.

Jinhee checked her phone once more for any texts from Seokjin, biting her lip. She thought Seokjin would be at the cafe by the time she had arrived, that was usually the case if he invited her out to the cafe. She sighed, pursing her lips before looking at the planner on her phone once more. She had to write a paper for her music history class, so she decided she would work on that first and order a purple yam latte and whenever Seokjin would come in, she’d force him to buy him everything that had the word “matcha” in it. She took out her laptop and her card, going up to the counter to order her latte. She was lost in thought that she didn’t hear the doorbell ring, and a familiar voice call out her name.

“Jinhee? What are you doing here?” Yoongi tapped her shoulder, almost immediately spotting the singer in the line because of her bright -- dyed in an ombré of purple -- hair. She flinched, calming down immediately when she saw him.

“Oh, hi Yoongi!” She smiled at him, giving him a shy smile. “Well, me and Seokjinie were gonna study here, but I guess he’s running late, so I was just gonna order something before he came…” Jinhee pursed her lips. She got to the front of the line, asking for a purple yam latte and quickly swiping her card. Yoongi furrowed his brows, following suit and ordering an iced americano after she was done.

“That’s funny, because Seokjin invited me out to this cafe too—“ Yoongi’s conversation was cut short when he heard her text tone go off, a customized “HEY STOB IT” set by Seokjin and meant that someone had texted her, as well as the small default ding! from Yoongi’s phone. The both of them pulled out their phones, checking the little group chat that Seokjin had set for them.

Have fun on your date, you two ♡

Jinhee’s face went red, looking up at Yoongi, who’s ears were only tinted a light pink. The both of their drinks came out, the barista cooing.

“Aw, you two look nervous, have fun on your date, you two!” The barista smiled, leaving them to walk back to the seat where Jinhee had placed down her stuff. The two of them sat down, Jinhee’s hands cupping her iced latte while Yoongi’s cup was a little off to the side, his hands free.

“Ah, seriously…” Jinhee laughed nervously, suddenly anxious in the situation that Seokjin had placed her in. Yoongi only smiled at the younger one, reaching over and sliding his hands over the ones that were nervously picking at the cup’s sleeve.

“A date, huh?” Yoongi smiled, his thumb circling the junction between her index and thumb. He felt the girl relax under his touch, a giggle bubbling from her. “Well, miss Jinhee, is there anything about me you’d like to know that Seokjin hasn’t already exposed about me or that I haven’t told you myself?” Yoongi smiled softly at her, the younger one grinning back at him.

“Hm? Seokjinie likes to keep your information secret, maybe he was saving it for you to tell me when we go out or something.” Jinhee giggled, one of her hands going to cover her laugh while the other one slowly clasped his hand in hers. Their fingers intertwined, her hand squeezing his gently. “Let’s start off with the first one, why did it take us so long to go out on a date? You even kissed me! Twice!” Jinhee whined, Yoongi’s laugh melodious in her ears.

“Well, technically, it was only one kiss, the one at the concert was an accident…” Yoongi nervously scratched at his neck. Jinhee softened under his gaze, pulling away to drink her latte. She hummed softly, her eyes trailing to study Yoongi’s features. Even if he was known for dyeing his hair an awful lot as well, he was giving it a break by dyeing it to a brown for the last stretch of the semester, but nonetheless his hair looked soft and she just wanted to run her fingers through his hair.

The two were so engrossed in their date, which went back and forth from the two of them working on her music history paper and the two of them just learning more about each other, that they couldn’t hear the other people coming into the cafe.

“Oppa can we go see the sheep outside?”

“Shh, y/n you’re gonna blow our cover!” Jimin hissed at you, tugging the bill of your hat down more. You huffed, munching at the berry waffles Seokjin had bought you so that they wouldn’t get kicked out of the cafe. You peeked up to watch the couple in question, raising an eyebrow at them.

“What’s on your mind?” Kevin slid into the booth with you and Jimin, sipping from his own iced peach tea. You frowned, leaning onto your best friend as you chewed slowly, looking at the two.

“I can’t believe unnie really held out that long.” You joked, laughing a little. “They look so happy, like he makes her as happy as Seokjin oppa does but jesus, I didn’t think they’d take this long to get together.”

“y/n, they’re both queer as fuck, it’s just a natural process for them to live in constant fear of making the first move.” Kevin laughed softly, looking up to see if he was caught by anyone. “Seriously, case in point, if Tae wasn’t drunk that night he confessed to me, we wouldn’t be together right now.”

You two both laughed at that statement, looking at the rest of your crew. Seokjin and Jungkook were seated closely to where the date was happening, and everything from both ends seemed to go smoothly. You stood up, nudging Kevin and gesturing to the sheep, looking at him with puppy dog eyes as a silent plea to go see the sheep. Kevin, more forgiving than under the strict hand of Jimin, willingly went over to the sheep with you.

“When do you wanna go?” Yoongi looked up from her computer, Jinhee looking up from her planner. Jinhee pursed her lips, humming and tilting her head side to side.

“Hm, I guess we can go after you’re done revising the new things? I honestly chose the topic of George Gershwin because singing in Porgy and Bess made me super knowledgeable about him but it’s such a blessing that you know so much about him too from a non-vocalist perspective.” Jinhee joked, smiling at Yoongi. Yoongi smiled softly back, his heart stopping momentarily at her smile. He finished up the task at hand, pushing her laptop back to her after gently closing the top. The two of them began to pack up, Yoongi only needing to put his jacket on and helping out Jinhee with putting her things away in her bag.

“Too bad Seokjinie never actually showed up, he owes me big time…” Jinhee giggled, standing up and putting the last of her stuff in her bag. As if Seokjin had heard her, she looked down at her phone to a Venmo notification from the said man, her face going bright red at the memo line before hiding it from Yoongi by shoving her phone back in her bag.

“Anywhere you had in mind to go after this? I was thinking we could just walk around and find places to chill if it isn’t too much.” Yoongi held out his hand while Jinhee pulled on her backpack. As if on instinct, her fingers laced with his, her hand gently squeezing his while they walked out onto the streets. They continued to talk about the music program, although Yoongi had a different concentration from her, the curriculum seemed to overlap between the two.

“Mr. Park for jazz theory is rough, but he’s a good guy. I think I understand jazz a little better now, but it’s so hard after my head’s been in classical theory for so long.” Yoongi reflected as they made their way to a park nearby. Jinhee only laughed at his comment, shaking her head.

“God, jazz is such a different playing field. Back in high school I had to take a jazz class and I couldn’t even improv for 2 measures on G minor. That was me playing an instrument, though. I think I’d be worse scatting.” She sighed, the both of them stopping at a small pavilion in front of a lily pond. Yoongi gestured for her to sit down, following suit soon after she had sat down.

“I heard the kiddo is good at scat, maybe if we go out on a double date with him and y/n you can learn through osmosis.” Yoongi chuckled, Jinhee raising an eyebrow before scooting as close to Yoongi as possible.

“A double date already, Yoongi? Aren’t you getting a bit too ahead of yourself?” Jinhee teased, Yoongi smirking before he tilted the singer’s head up to make eye contact with him.

“Not like I’ve been fantasizing dates with you all semester or anything, maybe even longer but who’s even keeping track?” Yoongi chuckled, leaning in slowly for a kiss and giving Jinhee a chance to pull back. Their lips almost meet in a slow kiss, but before they could kiss, they hear a scream that seems a bit too familiar.

“THIS DRAGONFLY LITERALLY JUST RAN INTO MY FACE OH MY GOD GET IT OFF!!!” The scream seemed to echo through the park, snapping the musicians out of their little bubble. Jinhee’s brows furrowed, pulling away from Yoongi.

“That definitely sounded like Hoseokie, didn’t it?” Jinhee wondered aloud, Yoongi nooding. The two of them got up from the tiny pavilion, walking around to pinpoint the sound.

“ABORT MISSION WE’RE YEETING OUT OF HERE—“ Hoseok continued to yell, tripping on the grass and emerging from behind a nearby tree. The action didn’t go unnoticed by Yoongi, the older one immediately going over to Hoseok and pulling him up.

“Hoseok?? Where’d you go—“ Seokjin removed his sunglasses to see Jinhee looking at him in disbelief, furrowing her brows. The younger one opened her mouth to say something, but then closed her mouth and then sighed.

“... Who else is here?” You, Jungkook, and Kevin peeked out from behind the shared newspaper at the bench nearby, laughing nervously.

“Jimin, Tae, and Joon are on their way, we just wanted to make it less conspicuous because it would be easy to point out a group of eight.” Seokjin confessed, the singer crossing her arms. “To be fair, you two didn’t know we were following you two till Hoseok yelled.” The eldest made his last remark, a facepalm echoing from nearby (which was probably Kevin).

“You know what time it is? I think our res at Mosu is soon.” Yoongi slid up next to Jinhee, the younger one caught by surprise by both the restaurant name and Yoongi’s action. He winked at her, the younger one catching on and her mood making a complete 180.

“Suddenly, I don’t remember about Jinie’s tomfoolery. We’re gonna go now byebye!” Jinhee dismissed the others quickly, bolting off with Yoongi to the restaurant. Taehyung slung an arm around his dumbfounded big, a grin on his face as the rest of them watched new couple go.

“See biggie, nothing to worry about!”

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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 6 years

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Forgotten Memories. 3

You never wanted new flatmates but yet here you are, sharing an apartment with Jeon Jungkook and Kim Yugyeom. Maybe landlord Taehyung had a reason for letting Jungkook and Yugyeom move into your apartment. You only hoped that they didn't mind living with a ghost.

Jungkook roommate au ft BTS & Got7

Warnings; Supernatural stuff. Sad stuff. Ghost Y/N. Ghost Namjoon. Mentions of suicide. Mentions of death. Swearing. Harmful things.

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The third day after Jungkook and Yugyeom moved in, they were fighting to force the other to answer the front door.

"I don't want to talk to the creepy landlord." Jungkook hissed.

"Neither do I!" Yugyeom shrieked back. The bell rang again.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Jungkook suggested. Yugyeom nodded and they both put one hand behind their backs. "Rock."

"Paper."

"Scissors."

"Show." They pulled their hands forward. Yugyeom had paper. Jungkook had rock. "Ha! I win!" Yugyeom beamed plopping down onto the couch.

Jungkook made a noise of mild annoyance as he dragged his body over to the door. He took the bolt off and unlocked the door to open it.

"Uh, hi." He greeted awkwardly.

"Hi, Jungkook." Taehyung smiled widely. "I'm throwing a welcome party for you and Yugyeom tonight on the roof."

"Oh?" Jungkook perked up. "For us?"

"Yep! I do it for all new tenants, so you can all meet and get to know each other! I want life in the building to be peaceful and friendly."

"Oh, that's cool," Jungkook answered honestly. "So will everyone be there?"

"Yep, you can invite some friends too, if you like just not too many though and only people who are respectable. I don't mind cleaning up but I don't want to have to pull litter from the pool."

"No, I understand, no-one wants to do that. The roof is really nice, I wouldn't invite anyone that would do anything disrespectful."

"Wonderful! See you then!" Taehyung grinned and turned to skip off to Jackson's door.

"Uh, hyung!" Jungkook called, stepping out of his door. Taehyung turned curiously. "You didn't tell me the time."

"It's 10:45." Taehyung muttered after checking his phone.

"No, not now." Jungkook chuckled. "For the party, what time does it start?"

"Oh, right!" Taehyung rubbed his neck as an embarrassed blush crept up his neck to decorate his tan cheeks. "8:30. We are all usually back in our apartments by midnight at the latest. The weather won't be the best for swimming but I'll turn on the heater in case you want to get in the pool."

"Okay, thanks."

"Oh and don't worry about bringing anything, I've got it all arranged."

"Okay. We'll see you at 8:30 then, hyung." Jungkook smiled and retreated into the apartment leaving Taehyung smiling dopily at the door.

"Well, you don't look weird." You sniggered so Taehyung looked over to find you stood outside Jackson's apartment, leaning against the wall. "What's the grin for?"

"Jungkook called me hyung, twice," Taehyung announced proudly while moving over to knock Jackson's door. "I like him."

"Hm." You simply responded, making an uncertain expression. Taehyung was about to question you about it but the door opened.

"Oh, Taehyung." Jackson greeted weakly. "What's up?"

"Welcome party for Jungkook and Yugyeom on the roof tonight," Taehyung announced with an excited smile. Jackson's expression didn't change and Taehyung frowned. "You know, they wouldn't want you to stay cooped up in here all day and night, Jackson."

"They don't know me." Jackson scoffed.

"I don't mean your new neighbours." Jackson's lips quivered as he fought to keep a straight face but he gave in and let his frown tug his lips down. "Y/N and Namjoon would only want the best for you. They wouldn't want you to grieve for this long."

"My best friends are dead, they died and I didn't even know they were hurting.If I had-"

"Slap him." You spoke and Taehyung did. He instantly stepped back in shock at his own actions.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think." Taehyung apologised. Jackson was too dumbstruck to even get angry. "Please don't be mad I just don't think they'd want to hear you talk like that, Jackson."

"They-they're not here." Jackson snapped back to reality.

"For the sake of their memory, don't act like this. Come to the party tonight, you can invite...Jaebum? Your friend that used to come around and use the laundry room all the time."

"I haven't seen him in a while." Jackson realised and slowly, he nodded. "Okay, we'll be there."

"It starts at 8:30." Taehyung smiled warmly before leaving to go up to the top floor. You followed him.

"Thank you, for being so persuasive." You spoke, giving Taehyung a grateful smile. "He deserves to have some fun."

"He does." Taehyung agreed and the two of you stepped out of the lift. He headed to the left door first and before he even managed to knock, it swung open and Jimin stood there, ready to go out.

"Oh, Taehyung, what brings you up here?" He greeted with a polite smile.

"Party for the new tenants," Taehyung replied with a soft smile. He had always had a soft spot for Jimin. They were the same age and Jimin was such a cute little angel always helping his neighbours and taking the time to talk to Taehyung. His roommate, on the other hand, the complete opposite. It was rare to see Yoongi around the building more than once a week and that once was only because he did their weekly grocery shop Thursday mornings. Otherwise, Taehyung was pretty certain he'd never see the man.

"Ah! That's so kind of you!" Jimin beamed. "Have you told Jungkookie already? I'm going to see him now actually, I could pass on the news."

"Ah no, I've already told him but thank you Jimin." Jimin just smiled wider.

"The usual time?"

"Yeah."

"Can we bring Hoseokie?"

"Of course, he's always the life of the party." Taehyung grinned back at Jimin. "Oh, I asked your friend Seokjin to do the catering so he will be there too."

"That's so kind of you, Taehyung. His business is so small, he has such a small client base. Thank you for hiring him."

"He's a great cook." Taehyung enthused. "I couldn't think of anyone better."

"Shut the damn door, it's cold!" Yoongi's voice suddenly bellowed out of the apartment. Jimin rolled his eyes before smiling sweetly at Taehyung.

"One second." He backed up and mostly closed the door. "Shut up! I'm talking to Taehyung!"

"I can hear that and I don't care, I'm cold and alone." Yoongi's voice turned sulky. "Come back." He whined and Jimin made a hushing sound.

Taehyung looked at you with raised eyebrows, confused at the silence that suddenly took over. "I got it." You stated. You entered the apartment to find Jimin pressed between Yoongi's body and the back of the couch. You slapped your hands over your mouth at the sight. It was clear the pair had a certain, connection, everyone in the building knew it but seeing them lip locked, Yoongi's hips grinding against Jimin's really put your assumptions in stone.

"Just stay," Yoongi mumbled, lips ghosting over Jimin's neck. "You can see the kid later."

"I've seen you all morning and all of yesterday, isn't one day spent in bed enough for you?" Jimin giggled.

"You know I can't get enough of your body." As if proving his point, Yoongi's hands smoothed down Jimin's sides and around to grope the younger male's backside roughly. "So fucking perfect."

"Ah, hyung," Jimin whined. "I have work today."

"Call in sick."

"I can't keep doing that, Hoseokie was upset last time." Yoongi groaned but gave in. "Thank you."

"You're lucky he's my best friend otherwise I'd be dragging you back to bed right now." Jimin giggled and pressed a final kiss to Yoongi's lips.

"I'll be back about 5."

"Don't be late again," Yoongi warned. "Or I'm never cooking for you ever again." He pointed a threatening finger at Jimin before sauntering off, adjusting his boxers as he went. Jimin watched Yoongi enter his room before turning to the door.

You finally returned to reality, the sight of the red lines scratched into Yoongi's back burned into your mind and you shuddered. You really had found out more about the pair than you ever wanted to. By the time you met with Taehyung again, he was just finishing talking to Jinyoung. You waited patiently then walked beside Taehyung into the lift.

"So, we were right." You announced. Taehyung looked at you curiously. "About Jimin and Yoongi."

"Oh, they are in a relationship."

"I don't know about that. I'm not sure if they're actually in a relationship or dating or anything romantic."

"Then what?" He looked confused. "How can we be right?" The two of you stepped out of the doors and made your way towards his apartment.

"I said they aren't up to anything romantic." You gave him a look but, he didn't understand. "They do the horizontal tango."

"I didn't know Yoongi can dance too. Do you think Jimin taught him?"

"I didn't mean dancing." Taehyung opened the front door and walked inside, even holding the door open for you despite the fact he didn't need to, you could literally walk through doors and walls. "Thank you." You skipped over and sat on the couch.

"Why did you say they were doing the tango is you didn't mean dance? Tango is a dance." He questioned as he walked over to the open kitchen.

"You've seriously never heard that saying before?" You turned to rest your chin on the back of the sofa to watch as he made himself tea. He shook his head. "They do the do."

"They do the what?"

"Wow, for a psychic you don't know a lot."

"I'm not psychic."

"Then what do you call someone that sees dead people?"

"...someone that sees dead people." Taehyung looked up at you with a cheeky smile that made you laugh. "I don't know. Grandma has a name for us but I can never remember it." He shrugged.

"Your grandma sees dead people too?"

"Yeah. She sees death too. She can just look at a photo of someone and know everything about how they will die."

"So, she's psychic." Taehyung gave you an unimpressed look but didn't answer you as he picked up his mug and joined you on the sofa. "Do you have that talent too? Seeing peoples deaths?" Taehyung frowned and placed his mug on the side table to let the contents cool down.

"No well, not entirely."

"Didn't you know I was going to die though?" You recalled him stating the fact the day you turned up without your body.

"I did." He confirmed. "But, I didn't know anything about it. I didn't know when or how. I just knew it'd be bad."

"Like suicide." You hummed. He nodded and looked at you with something akin to regret in his eyes but there was something else laced within that you couldn't put your finger on. "Did you know Namjoon would too?"

"Yes, but it was never as strong as the feeling I got with you. I asked Grandma one day, not long after you came back as spirits and she said that I must've been a lot closer to you then Namjoon-hyung."

"I'm your favourite." You grinned. He couldn't even deny it and just chuckled. "But anyway, back to Yoongi and Jimin."

"Right yes. What did you see in there?" He perked up and turned so his shoulder was against the back of the couch and he was facing you. You turned to mirror his position.

"Yoongi had Jimin against the couch and they were making out." Taehyung's jaw dropped. "I know right. And Yoongi had like, claw marks down his back and hickeys on his neck."

"They're having sex?"

"Yep." You nodded. "I hope they're dating too, it's clear they feel strongly for each other but I can only confirm as much as sex currently."

"They'd be a cute couple." A hum of agreement left your throat. "Maybe Jimin would rub off on Yoongi."

"I think they do enough rubbing as it is." Taehyung looked at you, his features giving away the fact that he couldn't believe the words that just left your lips. You cackled and got up. "You still have things to do for tonight so I'm going to go cuddle my boyfriend and pretend we're a normal couple."

"Hm okay, will you be at the party?" You shrugged. "I say yes."

"Ah well in that case, I guess I will be. Psychics are always right." You teased. He only laughed softly and watched you walk through the door.

***

It was precisely 10:37 by the time you and Namjoon arrived on the roof.

"Hm, that's surprising, no-one new," Namjoon commented as you walked across the roof, hand in hand, eyeing all the faces only to find you recognised them all. "They were all at your place after the funeral."

"Didn't Jungkook and Yugyeom invite anyone?" You murmured bewildered. You had been certain they would bring at least one person each.

"Kookie!" You looked over to find BamBam yelling across the rooftop.

"What?!" Jungkook responded from the drinks table by the gym equipment.

"Come here! Hyung doesn't believe you're strong!" BamBam pointed to Jaebum who was stood with him. Jungkook looked a little awkward but walked over the pair all the same, wanting to hold up his reputation.

"Huh, guess they already know the guys," Namjoon commented. "Look." You followed his gaze to find he was watching Yugyeom, Jimin and Hoseok dancing to the music and laughing at each other's weird dance moves. "Oh, maybe Yugyeom works with them."

"I thought he works at a hardware store. But thinking about it, I have heard him mention the studio. Maybe he takes dance classes."

"Let's listen in and see what we can learn." Namjoon suggested and you really couldn't say no to that suggestion.

***

Your night ended curled up with Namjoon on Taehyung's couch, Taehyung laid across the love seat with a share sized bag of Doritos on the floor by his hand.

For a long while, the three of you sat in a comfortable silence. The only sound in the room was the rustle of the bag and the crunch as Taehyung ate slowly. The silence only ended when Taehyung rolled over and into an upright position to look at the pair of you with an expression on his face that screamed he wanted to ask something.

"What's the matter, Tae?" You questioned, your voice quiet as you didn't want to ruin the soft atmosphere the room held.

"There's something I've been wanting to ask you both for two weeks but I haven't felt like I could." He confessed.

"Well, you might as well ask." Namjoon encouraged. "The worst that could happen is we won't answer."

"How did you die?" Taehyung enquired quickly and you looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"You said we committed suicide." Namjoon responded, just as confused as you were.

"That's what it looked like but, you two were happy together." Taehyung frowned, concern evident on his features. "You had even asked me if you could both live in Y/N's apartment and if I would change names on contracts."

"W-we did?" You gasped then looked at Namjoon, the only person you truly remembered from your past but if he hadn't died with you, you doubted you would even know his face. "But, why would we chose to die if we were planning to live together?"

"That's the thing, I don't think you did chose to die."

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jihope-love · 6 years

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Postings Day 6

Merry Christmas! Here’s to the day of giving!

Feelings Are Terminal (But I’d Die For You) for greenet

Jimin and Hoseok started out as friends, then they became lovers, but this is the story of how they fell in love.

(angst, smut, fwb/friends to lovers au)

intoxicating (the way you move) for dxnghx

Jimin hates his flatmate.

Hates how Hoseok's so good at everything without trying, how he's so effortlessly gorgeous, how he seems to have more rhythm in his pinky finger than most people in their whole bodies- but most of all, he hates how Hoseok seems to be best friends with everyone. Except Jimin.

(light angst, smut, uni/roommates/dancers au)

for us, you’ll stay for @btsandthechicken

"Alright. Well, I'm currently single, kind of need a new place to live and I wouldn't mind marrying you to help you with the adoption process. Lord knows that takes years and most single parents never even get the kid they're trying to take in," Jimin says through pursed lips, meeting Hoseok's gaze, before looking at Namjoon then back again. "Of course, the marriage has to be believable so we'll need to live together and wait a few weeks before you go proclaiming your marital status at the adoption agency. What agency are you with, by the way?"

Hoseok supplies the name immediately, without having to think and Jimin nods as if he approves, the corners of his mouth lifted upwards.

"Good. Good. They're one of the best. You're smart to have picked them," Jimin says with a smile, eyes crinkling up to smile along with him and Hoseok know he's absolutely screwed.

His gay heart can only take so much cuteness before it completely combusts.

(or, Namjoon is the mastermind behind Hoseok's life, but all Hoseok wants is to bring little Seokjin home. Park Jimin says he can help him with that.)

(angst, fluff, mild smut, arranged married/adoption au)

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bangtiddies · 4 years

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Strings Attached

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader Genre: Angst, a little bit of fluff, fake dating AU, college/university AU Rating: PG Words: 1.2k Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentioned cigarettes, pining, open ending, this turned out a whole lot more angsty than planned I’m sorry

Summary: What started off as a favour is now wearing away your heart.

Note: unedited because I’m a fool. Requested by @thinksshesawolf for Drinks & Drabbles: hmm,,, you know, I think I'd like to place a mystery order for TaeTae please

Sometimes, in moments where you’re left to your own thoughts, you think back to when it all started — with pleading eyes and hands clasped together, begging in the tone of his voice as the birds behind him flutter together in the trees and sing their love for Spring. The season of love, as people call it, and some are more desperate than others to find their significant others. In Taehyung’s case, however, his friends and family were desperate to find him a significant other. Which somehow lead him to your usual study spot under the trees one morning, with a pleading request.

You’ll pretend to be his secret girlfriend for the rest of Spring, in an attempt to ward off those who spend too much time invested in his romantic life, or lack thereof.

When you think about it, it made sense that you were the one he went to. You had worked together on a project a month prior, having spent a lot of hours at each other’s places and in your preferred study spot. Because your relationship with Taehyung was strictly study, you were barely introduced to those close to him, only ever seeing glimpses of his flatmates from time to time when the two of you would talk a little too loudly in excitement over the development of your project. You could easily create a fake ‘secret relationship’ out of the time that the two of you had spent together.

In that moment, when you agreed to be his fake girlfriend for a little over two months, you thought that it was going to be easy. You got along with Taehyung well enough, and he seemed like the person you’d like to be close friends with in the near future. Your obvious shy nature would mean that public displays of affection wouldn’t be necessary to show off that you’re together. A little bit of fleeting touches here and there, plus a genuine friendly connection, would probably be enough to convince people around you that the two of you are dating.

There’ll be no strings attached, you had promised to yourself, and to Taehyung out loud.

But here you are now, lying down on a hotel bed and staring at the ceiling. Alone in your thoughts, trying to figure out the exact moment you found yourself completely, utterly, and hopelessly in love with Kim Taehyung. Maybe it was when you started spending more time together to prepare for his cousin's wedding. Maybe it was when he introduced you to his family with sparkly eyes and such convincing affection. Maybe it was way before then, when you first started working together for that project.

Perhaps figuring out when you fell in love with Taehyung doesn't matter. What matters is that over the last two months, you've found yourself pretending less. Longing gazes and love in your eyes started to project truthfully instead of the intended fantasy.

The door of the hotel room clicks open and Taehyung walks in, jolting you away from thoughts. You sit up from the bed to see him looking a little too handsome in his outfit from the bachelor's party, hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, the scent of alcohol and cigarettes sticking to his skin.

"Hey," he says apologetically. "I hope I didn't wake you."

"It's fine," you whisper. "I was already awake."

"Thinking too much again?" he teases, a grin on his face.

You let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah. I was thinking about how time moves so fast."

"I know. Jin-hyung is getting married tomorrow. I can't believe it," Taehyung says, slumping onto the bed next to you with a sigh. "Time is weird."

"Yeah it is."

"I'm excited for tomorrow though," he says, turning to face you, boxy smile on his face.

"Me too," you smile, before shoving him off the bed. "Go take a shower. You reek of alcohol and cigarettes."

Taehyung groans, but he gets up and drags himself to the bathroom with complaints spilling from his lips. You watch him take his jacket off before he walks in, closing the door, and you turn to stare at the ceiling again, trying to will your heart to calm down.

The wedding goes by smoothly, Kim Seokjin now a married man. The reception is lively and fun, fitting the married couple like a glove. Even though you've only known them for two months since you started being Taehyung's fake girlfriend, you feel an immense sense of pride and happiness for them. You probably even shed a few tears during the ceremony.

Taehyung ends up drinking one too many glasses of sparkling wine, and he stumbles around on the dance floor until Yoongi drags him to where you're sitting and talking to Taehyung's mother. You laugh a little at Taehyung's state, before agreeing with Yoongi's request and deciding to take Taehyung back to his hotel room. You bid farewell to Taehyung's mother as you leave, and try to keep out the bittersweet taste in your tongue that this may be the last time you'd be spending time with his lovely family.

The hotel rooms feels a little colder than normal when you arrive with Taehyung's arm draped over your shoulders. He mumbles incoherent words, before sitting down on the bed, dazed look in his eyes. You attempt to tell him to get changed into more comfortable clothes, but instead, you just remove his suit jacket with a sigh.

"How about you drink some water, yeah?" you tell him, moving to the sink in the kitchenette and pouring some water into a glass from the tap. When you hand it to him, he gulps the water down and stares at you with an intense gaze as he hands the empty glass back to you.

"Hey, Y/N," he mumbles, eyes not leaving your face. "If I asked you out for real back then, would you have said yes?"

You think back to what you thought of Taehyung back then, what you thought of dating and relationships back then. Despite being desperately in love with him now, you know that you would have rejected him.

"No. I wouldn't have," you answer with honesty, but your chest constricts when you say it.

Taehyung sighs, and you watch him take his eyes off you, but you don't miss the hurt in them. "Right. Of course."

You want to tell him that if he asked you now, you'd leap at the chance. That you'd let him hold your hand and shower you with kisses whenever he wants. That you want to continue spending time with him and his family. But when you finally work up the courage to say so, Taehyung is already snoring away on the bed.

The empty glass in your hand feels heavy, and you set it down on the bedside table before lying next to Taehyung in the bed. You stare at his sleeping features, overwhelming feelings of love suffocating your lungs. Letting the thoughts take over again, you look up at the ceiling, and plead silently to the blank nothing above you to help you make a decision.

You're afraid to risk it, you're afraid that you're too late, but you're going to bare your soul out to him tomorrow morning.

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ghosttypejoon · 6 years

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The BTS Pride serie

Nothing wrong with a little Pride (12208 words) by Captainmayflower Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, LGBTQ Themes, lgbt club au, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, kind of at least, rap line are gay flatmates, some other kpop artists as minor characters, Somehow it ends up being more a hyung line friendship fic than a yoonmin one Summary:

Yoongi opens the mail and stares. Closes it. Opens it again, and stares again. Are hate mails a normal occurrence when you’re president? Is this something that's going to be a part of his life now?

‘don’t fucking steal my dancers.’

Yoongi thought he had a lot to do between his studies and his float responsibilities for Pride; he ends up elected as club's president and in a mail feud with a guy he doesn't know.

Swallow your Pride (10065 words) by Captainmayflower Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster/Kim Seokjin | Jin Additional Tags: uh, Angst, not heavy but like... it's a lil sad I guess, Gay crisis, 'i wanna kiss my best friend' crisis, Coming Out, LGBTQ Themes, Happy Ending, cause I love my gays warm and safe Summary:

“Do you know what I love?” Asks Taehyung.

Seokjin wonders if he's gonna talk about food or gayness or the secrets of the universe. “No.” He says. “What do you love?”

“When I make a guy I like laugh.” Says Taehyung with the happiest smile. “Like, I’ve read all those romantics lines about girls laughing, you know, but making a boy laugh? Even better.” He looks at the bowl of batter and cocks his head to the side. “I think it looks okay?”

“Boys laughing?” Asks Seokjin stupidly. For some reason he thinks about Namjoon; about how he can't help but turn to him when they’re laughing, about how Namjoon always turns to him, too.

“No, the cake.”

My Pride and joy (12619 words) by Captainmayflower Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V Additional Tags: coming of age kinda, jeongguk wants to learn how to be a Good Gay, feat. older gay mentor Yoongi, lots of pining, lots of oblivousness, Lots of Cuddling, Found Family Summary:

“The most beautiful boy on earth? With emphasis?” Yoongi’s smile is so large it shows off all of his teeth and his gums. He hooks his arm around Jeongguk’s neck and ruffles his hair. “Does my baby gay has a crush?” He says too loudly while Jeongguk shushes him furiously. He doesn’t have a crush, okay?

“Who has a crush?” Asks someone behind them.

“Taehyung!” Yoongi turns around, dragging Jeongguk with him. “Do you know Jeongguk?”

Jeongguk stops breathing. “I don’t have this honor.” Says The Most Beautiful Boy on Earth.

Yoongi somehow finds a way to recruit once again an innocent boy for Pride activities.

#bts fic #yoonmin fic #namjin fic #taekook fic #bts fanfic #yoonmin fanfic #namjin fanfic #taekook fanfic #bts pride au #bts au #pride au #my things

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jeonminhao · 7 years

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All The Things You Are [ Park Jimin ]

BTS - PARK JIMIN | 2061 WORDS | ANGST+FLUFF

Rating : PG-13 | Pairing : Park Jimin x Reader | Warning : mention of drinking

Summary: [Requested] Her cheeks were flushed red once she got to him, eyes still twinkling with so much fondness that made him think maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t an unrequited love after all. But the little bitter voice in his heart laughed, crushing whatever glimmer of hope he had within him. Neighbor AU! Jimin

A.N : I love Park Jimin so much and thank you for requesting this, anon! <3 Let me know what you think! Request are still open too so feel free to request a scenario :) not edited yet so there might be some mistakes.

• REQUEST •

Jimin was a lot of things. He was the nice neighbor who always help them with groceries and reminded them of their young grandson who lived in Japan to the old couple who lived two floors below hi. He was the cute guy with body of a greek god who never accept their bold invitation for parties to the group of college girls who occupied the lot at the end of the hallway. He was a polite tenant who would buy him food every once in a while to the receptionist at the lobby. Jimin was THAT random hot guy who people would take a second look at to strangers down the street and text their friends about it. But to his best friends, Park Jimin was nothing but a love-struck nerd who fell in love with his next door neighbor, [Y/N], who happened to be one of the most popular resident in the apartment building.

“Hi, Jimin.” Chaeyoung, one of the college girls who lived down the hall, a petite girl with pretty smiles and amazing voice greeted him. Jimin liked her. She was a nice girl. She had been Taehyung’s karaoke buddy for the past three months and Taehyung had nothing but praises for the girl’s voice and personality.

“Mornin, Chaeyoung.” Jimin replied with a small smile. “Going for a run?” He gestured at her attire, a pair of shorts and bright pink tank-top with a matching sneakers. She looked down at her clothing for a moment, looking a little lost in thoughts before she returned her attention to him.

“Yeah, [Y/N] asked me if I wanted to go jogging with her.” Jimin thought he saw flash of smirk on her face for a millisecond but he was too caught up with [Y/N] to question her. “I was going to tell her that I couldn’t go. I kinda sprained my ankle just a few minutes ago.” She explained, lips still curled into a smile. “Maybe you can tell it to her for me? It hurts pretty bad when I walk.”

Park Jimin, the poor, naïve, and awfully lost in his feelings Jimin, nodded without an ounce of hesitation and walked over to the door next to his after he mumbled some consoling words to Chaeyoung, which the latter ignored. He raised his hand and pressed her doorbell, smiling to himself when he heard her frantic footsteps from behind the door. The door opened a minute late, revealing [Y/N] in her jogging attire, eyes twinkling with fondness that made Jimin’s heart skipped a beat.

“Jimin?” She beamed at him and Jimin almost melt to the damned floor. “What’s up?”

“Chaeyoung told me she couldn’t go on a run with you today. Sprained her leg or something.”

“Do you want to go with me, Jimin?”

“Been busy?” Taehyung asked with a smirk when he opened the door for his flatmate an hour later only to find sweaty and flushed cheeks Jimin and [Y/N]. “Hey, [Y/N]. Looking beautiful today.”

“We went for a jog.” Jimin cut Taehyung off before the latter could say anything that might jeopardize his chance with [Y/N].

“I didn’t know you like to jog.” Taehyung quipped as he trailed behind Jimin, eyes glancing back at [Y/N] who had made herself comfortable on their couch. “You’re wearing matching shirt too. That’s adorable!”

“Shut up!” Jimin hissed, cheeks blossoming pink in embarrassment. He stole a panicked glance at the oblivious [Y/N] and glared at his best friend. “She could hear you!”

Taehyung bit back dozens of comments about Jimin and his feelings for [Y/N], opting to flash him a small smile instead. Yoongi would have a field day if he ever found out about today’s outing, he thought to himself as he offered Jimin a glass of ice water. “Here. Maybe it’ll help cool the hots you have for [Y/N].” Taehyung snickered, running out of the kitchen before Jimin could kill him.

There was something hilarious about the way Jimin’s cool behavior abruptly changed the moment [Y/N] entered their apartment to join the little party and how he managed to drop the sandwich Seokjin just made him a minute ago to the floor, earning a frustrated groan from the older male. Namjoon said it reminded him of a protagonist from a cliché romcom he watched with Seokjin the other day. It took every single fiber of Jimin’s being not to smack the tall guy with the leftover lettuce and soggy bread.

“It’s cute.” Hoseok commented, as if it would make him feel better. “I bet she thinks you’re adorable as fuck.”

“Okay, listen here, you little shi–“, He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, throat closing up with bubbling nerves as he stared back at [Y/N]. She looked radiant and so beautiful his heart hurt. He had to force himself to snap out of his daze and send her a smile back.

“Jimin-ie!” She waved her hand excitedly, trying to maneuver her way towards him without crashing into bodies of tipsy crowds surrounding her. Her cheeks were flushed red once she got to him, eyes still twinkling with so much fondness that made him think maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t an unrequited love after all. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a hug and –fuck, Jimin could smell her perfume she sprayed on her neck and the sweetly scented shampoo in her hair. His knees almost buckled right there and then, heart hammering loudly against his chest like some kind of teenage boys who had never been hugged before. She let go a moment later, still clutching onto his arm as she greeted the rest of his friends.

“Hey, [Y/N].” Jungkook, the youngest member in Jimin’s group of friends, greeted her, lips quirked into a cocky smirk.

“Jungkook.” She grinned at him. “How are you? Still sleeping with different people every night?”

“Hey, don’t slut-shame me!” Jungkook protested.

“I’m not. I’m impressed by your commitment, actually.” [Y/N] raised her eyebrows and smiled. “And a little disgusted by your drink.” She added with a little laugh, pointing her finger at the muddy colored alcohol in his hand.

All hopes Jimin had minutes ago was crushed once she left to talk to Christian, an older, more tatted up version of Jungkook, who had been crushing at her for the past month, leaving him with a bitter lump of bitterness and insecurities which stayed in his throat even after he downed a can of beer. He ignored the pointed looks his friends sent him. They were going to say the same things they always said before. Go tell her before it’s too late. It was always too late, he sadly thought, eyes no longer crinkling with laughter. [Y/N] was never going to settle with someone like him. She was the kind of woman who deserve so much and Jimin was not that. He was the hot cup of coffee in the morning, the soft blanket and newly washed bedsheet, the warm sunlight that peeked through the glass windows in the morning. He was familiar music people absentmindedly listened to, the smell of old books and woods, the warmth of fireplace in the middle of winter. He was like the photograph slipped in between childhood novels and the old necklaces hidden at the back end of a drawer. Easily forgotten and not that much interesting.

Jimin’s eyes slowly trailed back at [Y/N] and Christian, who had been conversing for the past ten minutes. She would’ve loved Christian, he bitterly thought. Christian, the man who traveled across the country to make documentaries and enjoyed random trips across the world just for the sake of it. Christian, who was probably the exact opposite of him, who was the type of guy girls fall in love easily with, who donned a perfect smile, who was the definition of thrill and romance.

“She doesn’t like him, you know.” Taehyung said from his right. “Chaeyoung told me she doesn’t like guys like Christian.”

“She looks pretty happy to me.” Jimin pointed out, ignoring Taehyung’s exasperated sigh. “I’m going to go get some air.” He told Taehyung, smiling a little as he picked up a new bottle of beer from the counter.

“God, he’s denser than a fucking rock.”

The weather outside was a little chilly tonight, wind blowing softly against Jimin’s skin. His lips curled into a quiet smile. The beer in his hand sloshed dangerously as he leaned back on the wall, hidden away from the crowds inside the apartment, giving him a little peace and quiet. This was more his scene, Jimin chuckled to himself. A quiet place with faint music playing in the background and stars beautifully scattered across the black sky above him.

“Is this seat taken?”

Jimin looked up and found [Y/N] smiling down at him once she closed the terrace door. She had discarded her jacket, leaving her in black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Her expression faltered a little when he didn’t say anything and it was all it took for Jimin to snap out of his thoughts and scooted over so she could sit.

“No, it’s fine!” He stammered, almost spilling the content of his beer to the floor. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She replied. There was a long comfortable silence between them before she spoke up again. “I’ve always thought you hate me.”

“What?” He turned to her so fast it was a miracle he didn’t give himself whiplash. He could feel heat crawling up his face as he tried to come up with a reason. “That’s ridiculous! Why would I hate you?!”

“Jimin, you always look so tense whenever I’m around and you did that thing with your face,” She pointed her finger with a little grin. “–as if you’re trying to find a way out of the room the moment I walked in.”

“I like you!” He blurted out, cheeks reddening as realization washed over him. “I– Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to confess like this. I know you don’t like me back and I know I don’t even stand a chance. And I’m–“

[Y/N] tilted her head, waiting for him to finish his rambling with a fond smile on her face. Park Jimin, the person she had been having feelings for the past year just professed his love in his own adorable, awkward way and she didn’t know if she should cry or laugh or kiss him.

“I really like you too, Jimin.” She quietly interrupted, causing the latter to froze in surprise. “Like is too weak of a word, though.” She grinned at him. “I have been in love with you for the past year.”

Jimin stared at her with his mouth hung open. “Why?” He breathed out, still confused by the turns of event. Was this all some kind of joke? The little insecurities inside him laughed at how hopeful he sounded. “I’m not like Christian.”

“You feel like home.” She looked away from him, focusing her gaze on the night sky. “You’re warm and you make everything feel a little brighter and I love how you make me feel. I like how you always know how I like my tea and how you always remember what my favorite things are. I love your hugs and your soft good-nights. I just–” She shrugged and turned her attention back to him. “I love that you’re my best friend and so much more.”

Jimin didn’t know who started it. It was probably him, with his desperate heart and relief flooding through his system, who leaned closer and kiss her softly on her lips. She scooted closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck when he pulled her into his laps. She was so warm and soft against him and everything felt too much and too good to be true but he couldn’t care less.

“I love you.” Jimin breathed out, lips swollen after the kiss and eyes glassy with desire and love and everything he couldn’t say out loud to her. She laughed and ran her fingers through his hair, cupping his cheeks as she stared back at him with so much adoration and love in her eyes. How did he miss this for a year? He wondered, lips curling into a shy smile as his hand lightly caressed her cheek. “You make me feel at home too.”

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