#eccentric jimin fanfic

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𝐸𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐶 | 𝑃𝐽𝑀

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ: sᴍɪʀᴋ

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ

You woke up pretty late than usual. As you tried lifting your head off the pillow, it started pounding. You got up nonetheless; groaning during the process. It took you a full minute to get a hang of your surroundings. You were looking around the room, and then your heart sank.

Haejin...

That was the first thought your brain was able to process. As the pounding in your head started to die down a bit, you looked around to realise jimin wasn’t in bed.

Your fingers traced the messy sheets on his side of the bed. Your hand stopped when it touched a certain object; his phone.

You gulped. Should I do it?

You had never checked jimin’s phone before. You never needed to. He was your husband and you trusted him; blindly. But after last night, you were contemplating everything. Your hand hesitantly grabbed his phone and switched it on.

Enter Passcode, the screen read.

You obviously didn’t know it.

Maybe his birthday? You typed it in.

Error.

Maybe.. mine? You thought, typing it in. Much to your surprise, it unlocked.

Your finger hesitantly lingered over the iMessages app. You tapped on it, revealing all his texts. You were looking for one contact though, and when you found it, you didn’t hesitate to tap on it.

Haejin 💖

H: Last night was fun! :)

~seen~

The message was from a day before jimin had returned from his business trip. Your heart was palpitating and your hand; still gripping the phone tightly; was sweaty.

Last night?

You were just beginning to wrap your head around the meaning behind that text when someone knocked at the door. You flinched, hastily putting the phone back.

“You already up? Good morning!” Jimin’s cheerful voice filled the silence in the room. He was holding a tray with food on it.

“Morning.” You muttered, beginning to get out of bed.

“No! Stay there.” He said, walking towards you with the breakfast. He placed the tray on your side table and looked at you.

“I made you your favourite food.” He leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss; and for the first time ever, it didn’t feel good. It didn’t give you butterflies in your stomach, nor made your heart beat a little faster.

It felt forced instead. As if he wanted you to forget last night with that one kiss.

—

Taehyung strolled out of his office building. It was still a bit early but he was already done with all his appointments for the day. As he got into his car, his phone went off. He took it out to check who had called him.

Y/n 💞, the screen read.

He picked it up almost immediately.

“Hello? Taehyung?” Came your voice.

“Ah.. yeah it’s me, y/n. What’s wrong?” He could tell from your voice you were worried about something.

There was a pause. And then some breathing. And then followed your husky voice. “Do you perhaps...” Pause “...know who haejin is?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows raised at the question. He wasn’t expecting this at all. Before he could answer, however, you croaked out, “Please, don’t hide anything from me. Tell me the truth.”

He had no idea what was going on. He nodded, even though he knew you couldn’t see him.

“She’s jimin’s ex, why?”

Pause.

Taehyung’s eyebrows were almost touching together with the way he was frowning. Did he say something he shouldn’t have? Should he have just lied instead? He didn’t know anymore.

“Can I come over?” You sounded like you were about to break down into tears any second now.

“Yea, of course.” He cut the call.

“Drive faster.” He ordered the driver; chewing on the inside of his cheek.

—

You had been crying for 5 minutes straight. Taehyung, still clueless of the reason for your crying, ran his fingers through your hair gently as you kept crying in his chest.

You finally looked up at his face; and the sight clenched taehyung’s heart.

“What’s the matter, y/n?” He said, looking from your one eye to the other.

You were a hiccuping mess, but his concerned, gentle gaze made you wanna spill everything out. Share every detail of your messed up marriage life with him. And so you did.

“So you’re telling me.. he moaned his ex’s name out loud while fucking you?” Taehyung asked for the 273736th time, just to make sure he had heard you right.

You nodded for the 273736th time as well, your head still plopped in his chest. You felt embarrassed to face him after opening up about what had been bothering you.

“I can’t believe this. Although I do know their relationship used to be pretty serious... but damn.”

You sniffed at his words. How in hell were you only knowing about jimin’s relationship with her?!

Taehyung tried suppressing the smirk beginning to form on his lips.

“I bet it was a mistake, y/n. Jimin would never cheat on you, right?”

His provocative tone caused you to open your mouth, and then close it again. You didn’t know anymore.

“I’m so pathetic.”

Taehyung lifted your chin with his finger and made you look in his eyes.

“Hey! It’s okay. Your feelings are valid, alright? What he did was awful. Unforgivable even.” His face got closer to yours as he said that, and you couldn’t help but drop your gaze on his lips he had been biting on.

“Now be a good girl and eat something, aight?” Saying this, he got up; leaving you hot-faced and embarrassed.

Snap out of it, you slapped your face lightly.

—

The number you have dialled is currently switched off

Jimin groaned, almost smashing his phone against the wall. You were gone. And he didn’t know where you could be at this hour of the night.

He was done calling all of your friends. Heck, he even called jungkook and asked for you but he didn’t know of your whereabouts either.

“Fuck..” he groaned, downing another glass of wine. It burned his throat but he couldn’t care less. He just wanted you to come back, and to apologise to you for what he had done to you.

—

Buzzz

Buzzzzz

Taehyung groaned. Who the hell’s calling at this hour, he thought to himself as he pushed his body off the mattress. His hand roamed around the nightstand til it located his phone.

Jimin?

“Hey?” Taehyung yawned out.

“Hi, taehyung? Have you seen y/n today?” He sounded desperate.

Taehyung looked to his side, where you were peacefully sleeping in his bed. His hand slowly reached out to remove the strands of hair covering your pretty face.

“Y/n?” He spoke; his eyes still glued on your body. “No, why do you ask? What’s wrong?”

“Uh.. nothing. Thanks. Sorry for disturbing you so late at night.”

“Aah.. it’s nothing, jiminah. You can call whenever.” He hung up.

Taehyung turned to face you now; looking at you as if for the first time. The dim moonlight coming from the thin blinds reflecting off of your body made you look ethereal. He leaned in to gently remove the thin strap of your dress from your shoulder; pressing his lips against the skin there.

“You’re mine now, you know that?” He whispered; smirking.

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BTS Reaction - They React To You Giving Them a Gift

[Note: Hello readers! This is my first BTS fanfic with actual dialogue. I’ve been working on this for awhile and I feel pretty proud of the results. I really hope you all enjoy. Bye!}

Seokjin 

“I’m home!,” Seokjin yells as he walks into the living room of the apartment you two share. He has had a long and stressful day at the studio so seeing the sight of you walking towards him wiped away any tiredness he’s been feeling. 

“Hey baby,” you greet him. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him a tender kiss. “How was your day?”

“Super exhausting,” he sighs, “I’m just glad I’m finally home though”. Before he goes in for another kiss, you stop his mouth with your manicured hand. 

“Wait,” you said as you released yourself from his embrace. “I got something for you. Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“Oh honey, you didn’t have to give me anything,” he says as he complies with your instructions.  

“No peeking!,” you playfully exclaim. You lightly jog to the next room to grab his present and once you return you place the present in Jin’s hands. “Okay, open.” 

Jin opens his eyes to see a paperback book in his hands. He lets out a lighthearted laugh as he reads the title: 101 Jokes That Will Make Anyone Laugh Out Loud. “What’s this?” 

“I found it when I was out running errands today. It made me think of you, my little comedian”. 

To the average person, this gift would come off as weird and cheesy but you knew that how perfect it was for Jin since he was the embodiment of weird and cheesy. And best of all, you loved putting a huge smile on his face. 

Jin leans in and lovingly kisses your cheek. “I absolutely love it. Thanks darling, now I can’t wait to unleash these genius jokes on the guys.” 

You knew that the guys will come to hate Jin for constantly belting out awful jokes from the book and will hate you for giving Jin the cursed book. Hey, maybe deep down inside, annoying the boys was your intention. But at the end, putting a smile on your man’s face was the true icing on the cake. 

Yoongi

Yoongi was held up in his studio, diligently working on some tracks for his mixtape when he got a call from you. 

“Hey,” he flatly answers. 

“Hey, Yoongi,” you reply in a chipper voice. “I’m heading toward your studio right now. You still working on the mix-tape?” 

“Yeah, still working. Why’re you coming over? Did you leave something here?” 

“Can’t I just pay my loving and hardworking boyfriend a visit?” you cooed. 

On the other side you could hear suck the air through his teeth. “I dunno (Y/N). I still have a lot to work on.” 

“I won’t stay for long, just five minutes tops. I promise,” you say reassuringly. 

Yoongi hesitates at first but soon agrees to the quick visit. “Sure, come over. You remember the code, right?”

Fifteen minutes later, you finally arrive at Yoongi’s studio. Before punching in the room’s code, you took a moment to make sure you have everything together. Even though it was just going to be a quick visit, you still wanted to look cute for your industrious boyfriend. And most importantly, you made sure that you had the one thing that was the whole point of the visit, which was safely in your tote bag. 

You walk into a slightly dim yet warmly lit room. Besides the several energy drink cans and empty Starbucks cups, the studio wasn’t terribly messy. Once he notices your presence, Yoongi swivels his chair to face you. 

  “Jeez,” you start, “you look like absolute shit.” And you weren’t exaggerating. With his ruffled bleached hair, his bags under his eyes and his skin paler than usual, he looked like a zombie. 

Yoongi gives you a tired smile. “You’d look like this if you’ve been working 16 hours straight.” He gets up to give you a quick peck on the lips. “Wish I looked as good as you right now.” 

‘Oh I bet,” you respond as you cheekily flip your hair. “Got something for you.” Excitedly, you slip off the tote bag from your shoulder and hand it to Yoongi. 

Yoongi takes the bag, utterly surprised and a bit flustered. “Babe, you really shouldn’t have.” 

“Go ahead, open it, “ you insisted. 

Yoongi gives you a quick smile before looking into the bag. “What?,” he says with his left mouth agape. He pulls out a black fleece blanket, perfectly folded and tied with a silver ribbon. 

With glee, you exclaim, “It’s a blanket! I know you’ve been taking nap breaks here and even spend some nights here during times like this. Well, I thought if you’re locking yourself in your studio, you might as well stay nice and cozy. Do you like it?” 

“Like it? I absolutely love it,” he answers, showing off his gummy smiles that you adored so much. After setting the blanket down, he gently places his hands on your hips and pulls you into a big hug. “Whenever I get to use it, I’ll always think of you.” 

“Hope you’ll let me use the blanket whenever I visit you” you say into his ear. 

With a mischievous smile, his says to you, “Well, since you are cute and thoughtful… maybe.” 

Hoseok

“Hey, Hobi! Guess what I found?,” you yelled as you barge into your living room. Hoseok was sitting at the kitchen island, scrolling through Twitter, when you surprised him with your abrupt arrival. 

“What?” he asks. 

“This!”. You pulled out what was behind you and revealed a tall and kitschy pink flamingo lawn stand. It was as if the thing was pulled from a 1950s shopping catalog. 

Hoseok smiled but honestly didn’t know how to react. “Uh, why do you have that?”

You set the flamingo between you two, bright pink and standing on one leg with all its glory. “On my way back from my walk, someone in our neighborhood was having a yard sale. And you know me, I don’t pass out on any yard sale I stumble across. And while I was looking at all of the so corny shit they had there, this eventually came to my sight and it called to me: Buy me (Y/N).” You gave the 3ft tall flamingo a friendly slap. 

Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh at your spontaneity, one of the reasons he fell for you. “ So I’m guessing you wanna put it out on our front lawn for all to see." 

"Nope,” you pushed the pink plastic beauty towards Hoseok. “This is my gift to you and you only." 

"Really? Why’s that?”. 

“Well when I first noticed this thing, it instantly made me think of you.” Hoseok raises one of his eyebrows as you continue. “I mean, flamingos -this one and real ones- are cool, lively and flamboyant, exactly like you.”

Hoseok quietly examines the flamingo. “This thing,” he thought, “was gaudy as all hell”. It was half your size, the color of it was an obnoxious shade of pink and it was plainly super cheesy. But seeing how happy it made his loving girlfriend and it’s a gift just for him, Hobi had no choice but to love this monstrosity. 

He picks up the flamingo and gives you a warm, heart shaped smile. “This is such an awesome gift. I love it, and you, so much." 

Namjoon 

"Okay no peeking!" 

You were leading your boyfriend Namjoon towards the front yard of your home. 

"Please don’t tell me you bought me a car,” said Namjoon, trying to his excitement. 

You scoff. “Please, on my salary? But I promise it’s just as good and fancy as a car, maybe even better.” Once you reached where you placed his gift, you stopped him with your hands still covering his eyes. “Okay, are you ready?” When he nods his head, you take your hands off. “Open!,” you shout. 

Namjoon opens his eyes to see a light gray tandem bike about two feet away from him. He turned to you, with a puzzled look on his face. “A tandem bike?” He’s flashing a huge smile, his adorable dimples included, but is still perplexed over such a random gift. “It isn’t my birthday and I’m definitely certain it isn’t your anniversary either." 

You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist. "I know but I’ve always wanted to ride a tandem bike with someone and luckily you already like going out on bike rides. I thought it was perfect, something we can share together." 

Namjoon had to admit that the gift was super thoughtful and that he was lucky to have someone to share his interests with. He can already anticipate the stares and silent judgment from strangers the moment they take a load of the bike, but he didn’t care. A gift from you,  even something as eccentric as this, is something to be cherished. 

Namjoon held you from your behind and kissed you on top of your head. He then tilts your head back so you can look up at him, simply to ask, "You wanna go for a ride?" 

Jimin

It was Valentine’s Day, your favorite holiday for two reasons. One, because you have always been a sucker for anything romantic and sentimental. And two, because you get to spend it with your sweet boyfriend Jimin. Ever since you two started dating, Valentine’s Day was one of the few holidays where you two splurge and get something special for each other. It wasn’t about whose present was more expensive, it was more about the gesture of buying something with your true love in mind. 

And this year, you’re feeling pretty proud of yourself with what you’ve gotten for Jimin. You knew him like the back of your hand, which made gift shopping for him even more easy. 

This year, Jimin planned out date night for you two: just a quiet and sensual dinner at home. With candles, rose petals, champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, the works. He even took the time to make a delicious meal for two, something he normally doesn’t do. With all of his hard work, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him all over again. 

After dinner and a few glasses of champagne, you two found yourselves passionately kissing on the couch in your dimly lit living room. You were so busy distracted by his soft lips and his strong arms, you had almost forgotten about his gift. You playfully push him away from you and say to him, "Before this escalates to something else, I wanna give you your Valentine’s day gift." 

"Come on, baby, can we wait until a little be later?” he says in a husky voice as he tries to pull you back in. 

You push his chest again. “No, I really wanna give it to you now,” you pout. 

“Well me as well but you’re exactly helping." 

You give him a look, "Jimin…" 

He lets out a quiet laugh all the while cupping your face. "I’m just teasing, honey. Of course you can give your gift." 

You then leaned towards the glass coffee table in front of where you two were sitting, grasping at the rectangular box with box hands. The box was plain white that was tied by a dark red ribbon. "Here, Happy Valentine’s Day,” you cheerfully say, placing the gift in on his lap. 

With great anticipation, Jimin untied the ribbon and opened the box. He took out and held up what was inside: an extremely soft, cream colored cashmere sweater. Jimin couldn’t help but break out a huge smile on his face, you knew him so well. “Thank you, baby, this is such a sweet gift.” He was about to try it on when you stop him. 

“Maybe you should wait until later to try it on,” you say as a confused look appeared on his face. “I mean why put something on when you’re just gonna take it off in the next couple of minutes. 

With biting your bottom lips and giving him hungry looks, it was good of an invitation Jimin could take. 

Taehyung 

It was late afternoon by the time you got to Taehyung’s apartment. Three weeks since the last time you two were together ever since the incident. As you stood in front of Taehyung’s door, memories from that very day flood your mind, as vivid as it happened the other day…

"Hey (Y/N) please put that down!,” Taehyung pleads to you as you picked up his most prized possession: his very first camera, given by his great aunt when he was a child. 

You ignore him as you walk around his bedroom, examining the object as if it was your first time seeing it. “Relax Tae, I just wanna take a look at it.”

“You’ve seen it a million times before. I’m not messing around!”

Out of annoyance, you sighed and walked over to hand it to him. However, on your way to Taehyung, you trip over your own shoes like the moron that you are, losing your balance with the camera flying out of your hands. As you fall to the ground, you hear the sound of the camera hitting the wood flooring with a sickening crash. While not totally shattering to pieces, several parts were broken off and scattered across the ground. There’s a brief silence as Taehyung got up then crouched down to his broken camera. He examined his precious gift while you finally stood up. 

“Tae, I-,” you opened before Taehyung stopped you with a raised hand. 

“I told you to not mess with this. You knew how important this camera is to me,” he says with a steady yet clearly angry tone. He looks at you, his expression looks like he’s about to explode. 

“I know, I’m so sorry,” you attempt to help him pick up the scattered pieces but it stops you again. 

“Just… please leave." 

"Tae-" 

"Leave! I mean it!" 

You grimace as you remember him raising his voice at you, something he has never done with you. You and Taehyung have been best friends for years, and sure there’s been plenty of times when your foolishness has caused him grief, you knew that you really fucked up this time. Seeing him so angry and hurt broke your heart and him icing you out ever since hasn’t helped at all. You tried calling and texting him a hundred times but of course he hasn’t responded to any. The only reason you knew that he was home was because you wouldn’t quit badgering Jimin for information. 

"I really hope it works out, (Y/N),” Jimin said to you earlier today. 

I hope so as well, you thought to yourself. You gave a few loud knocks on his door and waited patiently. On the other side, Taehyung looked through the eye hole and sighed. Once you opened the door, you were instantly happy to see his face but that quickly changes when you notice the stoic look on his own.  

“What are you doing here, (Y/N)?, he asks with his arms crossed in front of his chest. 

You nervously chuckled. "Just came to pay a visit to my best friend.” You see him raise his eyebrow in disbelief and sighed. “Can I please come in? I just wanna talk”. 

Taehyung was still furious at you and frankly wasn’t ready to see you, let alone speak to you. But the sad but hopeful look in your eyes weakened him inside. He moves aside and gestures to you to come inside his apartment. 

As you both sit down on his sofa, you anxiously try to avoid Taehyung eye contact. He was staring right into you, waiting for you to speak. “Well?" 

You clear your throat before you begin to speak. "First things first, I just wanna say that I’m so sorry for not listening to you and breaking your camera. I’ve been feeling terrible ever since then-" 

"Yeah, imagine how I felt,” he interjected. 

“Right,” you gave out a nervous chuckle. Wow he is not gonna make this easy for me, you thought to yourself.“ 

"Also,” you began again, “this time apart has got me thinking. About how much our friendship truly means to me. And that I’m truly lost without you.” Taehyung’s eyes widened a bit while you felt your face getting hot from embarrassment. It was true; Taehyung was the sunshine of your life. You loved how comfortable you were with him. Every text and phone called lifted your spirits. He was alway available whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on. You loved how much of a  caring and friendly guy he was. You, in every sense of the word, loved him. "Um I got your something,” you said as you reached in your bag. 

Taehyung, whose expression has softened, wasn’t expecting you to get you anything. Or to say you were lost without. “You really didn’t need to buy anything…” He stops once you take out his present from your bag. A camera, nothing like the vintage one his great aunt gave him but rather one of those cute mini instant cameras you’d see on some Tumblr aesthetic blog. Okay, Taehyung really wasn’t expecting that. 

“I know it isn’t the same camera your aunt gave you and I can’t afford to buy a fancier one,” you said in a rush, “but I hope this makes up for what I did. Even by a little bit”. 

Taehyung takes the package and takes a look at it. After a moment, he burst into a fit of laughter. 

Flustered again, you said, “Yeah I know its dumb but I thought it was kinda cool, so…” You trailed off as you couldn’t find the words to finish. It was only when Taehyung finally stopped laughing he took your hand and tenderly held it in his. Jolting a bit, you looked up at him. He was smiling at you. 

“Thank you, (Y/N). This really means a lot." 

You couldn’t help but break out a happy smile. "So, you’re not angry at me anymore?,” you ask. 

Taehyung caresses the back of your hand before answering. “After getting a present like this, from someone like you, how can I be?”

Jungkook

It was Jungkook’s birthday and tonight you, him and the boys were spending an intimate dinner party at your home. Even though you two have been together for only 4 months, you knew you were hopelessly in love with Jungkook and wanted to throw an amazing birthday dinner. You spent the entire day cleaning up your home, running last minute errands, cooking up a fabulous (or at least edible meal), and made sure you looked drop dead gorgeous by the time everyone arrived. 

Dinner was heartily eaten, drinks were drank, jokes were made, everyone was having a great time. And to make things even better, Jungkook looked like he was having a fantastic time. He’d give you quick, loving glances throughout and occasionally squeezed your thigh from time to time. “You look so good tonight, babe” he whispered to you at one point, “I can’t wait when these fools leave and we move this party to the bedroom.” While not the most romantic thing to say but honestly what’s not to love about that? 

Once dinner and dessert was finished, it was time for the finale to this shindig. “Time to open presents!”, you squealed enthusiastically. You suggested that the order of the present giving should go from oldest of the group and ended with you being last. You anxiously wait as each person presented their gifts to Jungkook. You even had to rush some people who decided to break out in a speech (looking at you Jin and Namjoon). Once Taehyung’s turn was over, you were finally up. 

“Wow, you really are excited, (Y/N),” says Jimin

“I actually can’t wait to see myself,” Hoseok follows with.

You hand a perfectly wrapped box to your boyfriend, “I hope you love it, Kookiepants.” You give him a quick peck on his cheek as he carefully unwraps his gift. The whole room is silent in anticipation once Jungkook opens the box and looks inside. He holds up a black t-shirt while studying the front side. 

“A plain t-shirt?” Namjoon asks quizzically, “Doesn’t he already have enough of those?”

Jungkook silently shakes his head and turns the front side of the shirt to face the boys. It turns out to be not just a shirt but a shirt with the picture from their dates early in their relationship; a day spent at Disneyland. The picture showed Jungkook holding by the waist as you take a selfie of the both of you. 

“How…” Taehyung begins

“Nauseatingly cheesy,” Yoongi finishes. 

“Come on, Yoongi,” Jin says, “I think it’s pretty adorable”. 

“Coming from the king of cheesiness himself,” Yoongi fires back. 

You ignore the other’s banter and turn to Jungkook. “So,” you start, “do you like it?" 

Jungkook stares at the image on the shirt before turning his eyes to you. Suddenly, he cups your face and crashes his lips to yours. This abrupt action surprises you initially but you soon relaxed into his embrace, passionately kissing him back. 

This was such a very romantic moment for the two of you that you two haven’t noticed the awkwardness you two caused amongst the members. 

Jin tried to loudly clear their throat to break your heavy makeout session but you two wouldn’t budge. 

Namjoon then says quietly, "I guess it’s our time to leave”. The others silently filled out of the apartment, all the while you and Jungkook were lost in your own little world. What the boys didn’t know was that after they left, two finally broke away from each other. Still holding on to you, Jungkook tells you he loves you for the first time. And of course, you said it back to him. 

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Fanfic recommendation

The Pet Detective, by justanotherfangirlpassingthrough

When Park Jimin's pet cat Mr Mochi goes missing, an eccentric Pet Detective shows up to try and help him find his cat. Only, Jimin doesn't remember hiring a detective?

Word count: 8.045 | Fluff and humor

[This was actually an interesting thing! I love it. It was lighthearted and it made me laugh after going through a lot of angst and drama. There is quite a plot twist here too... but Jungkook’s character is super funny!]

#fanfic recommendation #jikook #kookmin #jeon jungkook #park jimin #jikook fanfic #kookmin fanfic #jungkook #jimin #bts fanfic #jeon jeongguk #jeongguk #jikook fics #kookmin fics

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Your jimin was finally back in your arms. From the moment he walked out of the airport, you hadn’t been able to keep your damn arms to yourself.

Your head was placed on his chest as he gently ran his fingers through your soft hair. He smelled divine, and you couldn’t help sniffing the cozy sweater he was wearing. He let out a chuckle; the vibrations of which seemed to cleanse your mind and soul.

Jimin looked down at you, who had fallen asleep in his arms. He shifted to put your head on the pillow on your side. He looked at your face for a while, as if memorising what you looked like. He traced his finger along your lids, your nose, and stopped right on your slightly ajar lips.

It seemed as if he were trying to distract himself from something that was all over his mind. He didn’t wanna think about it; wanted to forget the memory, but it was all his brain could replay. Over and over.

✫————✫

Jimin and haejin finally arrived at his hotel. The walk was a long one, but neither of them seemed to have gotten tired from it. Jimin took off his blazer, revealing his white button up shirt underneath. Meanwhile haejin poured herself some wine, ready to reminisce into another one their infinite memories together.

It was the one where jimin had asked her to be his girlfriend. Haejin visibly cringed at the thought of it, while pouring jimin some wine too.

“Who tf suggested you to get on your knees, dude? Like that’s soo cringe.” She made a weird face that made jimin laugh.

“Ughh stop.. I saw it in a Kdrama and thought it looked cool.” He was blushing from the thought, or from the wine that had started taking effect.

Meanwhile, haejin almost choked on hers.“Whoa.. never took you for a Kdrama-type guy.”

This caused him to smirk.

“What can I say... I’m full of surprises.”

Haejin blushed; taken aback by his acting. “Stopp.” She lightly slapped his arm, while he looked at her flustered face in amusement.

“You can BLUSH??” He exaggerated, widening his eyes comically. She wasn’t having any of it, so she slapped his arm again. But it landed on his chest instead.

Jimin dropped his gaze at her hand on his chest.

✫—————✫

Jungkook hated trigonometry with a passion. He sighed and braced himself for the hell that was awaiting him in the classroom. He entered the room and plopped down on a seat; already bored by the look on his face.

His eyes lit up at the sight of a tall, lean man, who had walked in the classroom and stood behind the podium. Jungkook had never seen this mysterious looking man around the campus before. He was intrigued.

“Hello, students.” His voice was deep but loud, making all the students look up at him.

“I’m your new trigonometry professor, Kim Namjoon.”

Silent gasps filled the room. Students whispered and girls exchanged excited remarks at the revelation.

Jungkook’s friend Somin, sitting beside him, elbowed him.

“So you’re telling me he ain’t a Kpop idol?” She whispered in bewilderment.

Jungkook’s mouth itself was widened in awe. He swore that man could qualify as an idol. He had this weirdly intimidating aura about him that only celebrities have. His one gaze was enough for students to stop chatting and turn to their books.

Jungkook looked down at his own book. This should be fun, he thought.

—

Car sex

The intense smell of wetness pooling between your legs

Jimin was hitting you right at the spot that made your nails dig into his back unconsciously. You were concerned you might draw blood from his smooth skin til he fastened his pace once again.

“Mhm.. right there.”

The night was chill; a light breeze made everyone shrink into their warm coats and sweaters, or enjoy a nice coffee.

You and jimin had decided to have a little date at this restaurant you liked a lot. It was a nice place, especially for couples, as it had a uniquely romantic vibe with live music playing in the background.

Throughout the dinner, jimin couldn’t stop staring at you. You wore a strappy, flirty little dress on purpose. It hugged your body in the right places and left little to the imagination.

You were busy slurping your drink through the straw, and that little act of yours had him tensed up in place. You looked up at his face, and that shit right there was the last straw he needed.

Jimin parked the car in a safe spot. There aren’t many people around here this time, he had convinced you. But right now, with his face buried in your neck and his dick plunging into your little pool, you couldn’t care less.

You couldn’t suppress your moans that were pushing against your lips, threatening to spill into thin air.

“Moan for me.” It was a command, clearly. His voice was the deepest you’d ever heard; causing a fresh pool of warm wetness to form between your widened legs.

You did as he said; spilling all your desperate moans right in his ear. You sounded helpless, in the most pleasurable way possible.

“Fuck. You moan so good.”

His compliment egged you on to moan and gasp even more. His back was probably all bruised up from your scratches as you wrapped your legs around the small of his waist. His dick felt deeper than ever inside you, making you feel high as fuck. It twitched and throbbed and further hardened inside you.

“Oh god. It’s... it’s sucking me in so good y/n. It feels so good.” Jimin couldn’t help gasping out in your neck. You could tell he was having a hard time trying not to cum. You ran your fingers through his hair, grabbing a portion of it in your fists.

“Cum. Please cum inside me baby.” His tensed body eased up a bit at your words and he didn’t take long before soiling your pussy with his cum. He moaned out in helplessness;

“Fuck.. H-haejin..”

Your body froze in place.

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As soon as jimin realised what he had just uttered out unconsciously, he straightened up. He didn't know how he mustered up the courage to look at your face, but he somehow did. And the sight broke his heart.

Your mouth was slightly ajar; eyes disbelieving, and breath ragged. You didn't realise when tears started dripping down your sullen cheeks one after the other. "Haejin?" You found yourself asking in that dry voice of yours.

Jimin looked down, grabbing his hair in his fists tightly. What had he done. He couldn't even bear looking at you right then. He didn't know what to tell you either. The damage had been done. He was done moaning out someone else's name while having sex with you. And you were hurting because of it.

You were completely silent during the drive back home. A weird numbness had engulfed you as you found yourself replaying jimin's voice in your head over and over.

H-haejin..

Fuck.. H-haejin..

You had never heard this name from his mouth before. Ever. And now that you two were finally making love after a month of being away, he suddenly says it. Your mind was a tangled mess of confusing thoughts.

Jimin was driving a little too fast. The few minutes of drive back home felt like years of agony. His mind was a blur. He found himself silently praying for it all to be a bad dream. A nightmare.

Everything happened so fast that he almost couldn't comprehend it. He had never wished to be dead more than in that moment. A tear ran down his cheek.

—

Trigonometry class was almost like a new obsession for jungkook. He had never been this excited to attend a class ever in his life. He sat right in the front during every lecture; noted down every piece of information he found useful, and even did all the chores for his professor.

All because he admired the shit out of Kim Namjoon.

He had never idolised anyone in his life before. Everyone seemed too bland or predictable. He got bored of things and people easily. But this mysterious looking man with an iq of 148 and a personality that makes everyone look twice; had him looking up to him more than anyone.

"Choi Somin." Namjoon announced, handing out the exam results.

Somin huffed, getting up from her seat and walking up to the tall man.

"Do better next time." He spoke in a low, calm voice. Somin nodded, and sat down on her seat beside jungkook with a thud.

"Jeon jungkook."

He got up almost immediately, making the whole class stare at him.

"Perfect score as always." Namjoon told the boy with a smile.

Jungkook clutched the answer sheet in his hands; his eyes crinkling with joy.

He's proud of me, he kept thinking as he got back on his seat. Somin glanced down at the boy's exam sheet.

"Fucking nerd." She gave him a weird look. But deep down, she too was extremely happy for the boy, whose eyes were literally twinkling like stars. Somin's breath hitched at the sight.

—

You broke into a pool of tears as soon as you got home. The realness of it all hit you like a fucking typhoon. Jimin, upon seeing this, and as much as he wanted to miraculously disappear; decided to pull you into a tight hug.

"Let go of me.." You managed to mutter in his arms. But he didn't let go. He couldn't. Or else he would have to look at your tear-stained face again.

Jimin's sleeve was all wet as you kept crying for a full minute. He kept patting your head softly, as if trying to put a baby to sleep.

"Who *hiccup* the fuck is Haejin?" You asked through your muffled voice.

"No one. Trust me baby." He tried to stay calm; soothingly running his fingers along your back.

Trust him?

Can I trust him anymore? You kept thinking.

"Don't lie to me." Came your response. Your crying had finally died down and you felt like you'd collapse any second.

"She's just a colleague, baby. I met her during my trip. That's it. It was a slip of the tongue. Believe me."

When you didn't respond for a while, jimin loosened his arms around you to find you sleeping. Your nose was red, and your lashes were glistening with tears. He almost shed a tear of his own at the sight.

He leaned in to place a kiss on your slightly ajar lips.

"I love you so much, y/n. Please trust me."

✫------✫

Jimin dropped his gaze at her hand on his chest.

Haejin's hand cautiously started moving against his bare chest, massaging the skin there. He had some of his buttons unbuttoned, so she had a perfect view of his melanin skin glistening in the pale light of the lamp.

Jimin almost couldn't move, as if frozen in place. Her hand went a little deeper hesitantly. Unbuttoning another one of his buttons, she had herself a wider area to work on. His muscles were tensed up and his skin was sweaty from the long walk; a perfect combination to make haejin let out a stifled moan.

"When did you get so hot, Park Jimin?"

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Still struggling to hide his obvious boner, taehyung flung the door open. He needed to jerk off so bad, but here he was, cluelessly standing in front of a total stranger.

"And you are...?"

Jungkook stuttered at the question. He replied to the man with a question of his own.

"Is y/n here?"

Taehyung looked suspiciously at the guy, who looked like he was around his age. Strong build, but his face gave off an innocent vibe.

Instead of answering his question, taehyung walked past the anonymous guy, leaving the two of you alone. He didn't even turn around to look at you and walked away in haste.

Your eyes found jungkook's, whose eyes crinkled at the sight of yours. He looked at your disheveled state, examining you. Creased shirt, half of the buttons unbuttoned, your hair a whole mess.

But before his brain could connect the dots, he decided he didn't really care what you did with your life. He trusted you, blindly.

—

Catching up with jungkook was a lot easier than you had thought would be, considering how you were practically ignoring him for the past month. But he was too nice to have noticed that; he was just concerned.

"The guy who left earlier..."

"Friend. He's a friend of jimin." You blurted out, clearing your throat in the process.

Jungkook looked at you with a new softness in his gaze. He smiled.

"He seemed like a nice guy. By the way, where's Mr. Park?"

You almost wanted to roll your eyes at that name. But you decided otherwise.

"He.. he's out. On one of his 'business tours' as he likes to say.”

Jungkook laughed.

"You seem mad."

"I mean... he hasn't been home for what? 4 days? I was alone so I invited taehyung over, y'know. To keep me accompany."

You were secretly proud of your lie.

You failed to notice jungkook's smile falter a bit at your words. He placed his hand on your thigh, lightly grabbing it. You looked up at him.

"Noona.. you could've just invited me over."

He sounded surprisingly serious, tone almost dark, making you gulp.

"I.. I didn't wanna disturb you from your studies, koo."

He started tracing his thumb along your thigh, lips barely an inch away from yours. You couldn't look into his deep brown eyes anymore, so you shifted your gaze elsewhere. Anywhere but his eyes. You let out a nervous chuckle.

—

Swirling the glass of wine in his hand, jimin was seated on a sofa; bored out of his head. One of his colleagues dragged him to a club with him, assuming it would lighten jimin up a bit; after all the work stress.

But it was doing the exact opposite. He missed you, even more so, now that he could see random strangers practically rubbing their bodies against each other.

Ah... he missed you. Your body. Your smile. The way you get flustered when he touches you, and your pussy. Ah, your sweet li'l pussy. He could swear his mouth watered at the thought of it; how warm it feels around his tongue when he licks it. How you lightly moan as he swirls it deeper, making you gasp. How your fists clench around the bedsheet.

He was touching himself now; now that he was in the bathroom, jerking off to a picture of yours in lingerie.

He still remembered how you'd seduced him that night; when he got back from work late and you were sitting in the bed in the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen..

When he let you take charge; and oh, how you had exceeded all his expectations.

His hand was working too fast around his cock now; head against the backrest of the toilet seat. One thing was evident, you drove him mad even when you were away.

When he was done; he got out to wash his hands in the basin. Face red and flustered, he looked like he had been running marathons. A click of the restroom door caused him to look at the 'intruder'.

"Uh..jimin?"

It was a woman.

"What are you doing in the lady's restroom?"

And no ordinary woman; it was his ex.

Jimin's eyes widened in shock. He was in such a hurry to get himself off that he accidentally got into the lady's toilet.

The woman chuckled.

"Relax. Gave us a way to talk, didn't it?"

—

Kim Haejin, jimin's ex and former business associate.

They broke up when she betrayed jimin to join a rival company; or more precisely, his best friend Kim Taehyung's company. It'd been 4 years to that incident, but neither of them ever bothered to get in contact since then. She was a selfish bitch, who only ever cared about money. But jimin, he used to love her, he truly did.

He wanted to forgive her, so freaking bad, but the sales dropped tragically that year. It was so bad his father almost kicked him out of the company.

Now, 4 years later, he was as strong as ever. And he had all the time in the world to listen to what had happened 4 years ago.

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The club was a li’l too crowded for jimin and haejin to talk in peace, so they decided to have a walk outside. The time was around midnight; streets only dimly lit with lights bouncing off of the wet concrete road. A strange calmness engulfed jimin like a warm blanket as the insects chirped away in the night.

It was the familiarity, he realised;

it never went away.

“Ah.. jimin. You haven’t changed one bit, have you?”

Haejin said, half amused.

Jimin looked at her, unable to fight the remnants of a smile beginning to appear on his lips.

“What.. what do you mean?”

She smiled back, lightly punching him.

“You’re still the same shy baby around me.”

He was blushing now. He realised another thing; he had missed this.

“So.. you were gonna tell me..?”

Haejin raised her eyebrows.

“Ah.. yes. Why I abandoned you 4 years ago.”

Jimin looked at her.

“Well, what was it?”

“You might never forgive me for this but.. Imma be honest with you. It was taehyung.” She sheepishly looked up at jimin.

Jimin’s eyes widened up in question.

“Ughhh.. I know I’m a loser and pathetic af but don’t look at me that way.” She sighed.

“Um..I’d developed a fat ass crush on Kim taehyung. He called me over for coffee once and I thought to myself, that’s it. He’s the one I’m destined to marry.”

Jimin’s eyes were still wide.

“Stoppp. You look really ugly doing that.”

He rolled his eyes.

“So that’s it? What happened between you two?”

Haejin shook her head.

“That’s the embarrassing part. Nothing happened. He knew I was gushing over him like crazy so he took advantage of that. Offered me a job. Used my skills to his advantage. And then dumped me. Agh..”

She covered her face with her hands.

“I’m sorry, I was such a fool.”

As much as the breakup had left jimin devastated back then, he couldn’t get himself to stay mad at her. He chuckled.

“Well.. if it’s of any help, this one girl named Kim haejin dumped me for another guy too.”

Haejin giggled, looking at him from between her fingers.

“Yeah dude, that actually helped, thanks.”

—

Friends.

You guys are just friends.

You sighed, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You patted your face with your hands, as if trying to absorb the very thought along with your moisturiser.

It’s all friendly; you reminded yourself again as you locked the apartment door behind yourself.

What namjoon said the other day was.. bullshit. Nonsense. Gibberish. Crap..

That’s all the synonyms you could come up with as you ignited the engine.

You’re just going to see your friend, Kim Taehyung.

The engine revved.

—

Punching in the code to the gates, you entered the mansion.

You still wondered why a person who had no family, and who was single af, would choose to live in a big place like this. It made you kinda sad to see the place so eerily quiet like it had no habitants.

“Taehyung..?”

You called out his name, that bounced off the walls several times. You had left your shoes at the entrance.

Now barefoot, you barely uttered a sound as you made your way to a room with the door slightly ajar.

It creaked open.

It was so dark in there; only a ray of sunshine managing its way in through the open window; you couldn’t see shit.

“Taehyung?”

No response.

You walked further in.

The bed was perfectly made, and it seemed like nobody had slept there in quite a long while.

You traced your finger along the bedpost; not a trace of any dust particle in sight.

You got a strange feeling in your gut now; where’s taehyung? Is he okay?

You kept asking yourself.

“Kim Taehyung?” Your tone was frustrated; worried.

“Hmm?”

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as someone grabbed you by your hand and twirled you around. You were now captured between this someone and the wall.

“Taehyung!? Where were you, I was worried sic—”

He placed a finger on your lips; a frown adorning his forehead.

“What are you doing here? How do you know the code?”

You moved your lips to speak, but realised his finger was still on them. He quickly removed it.

“Uh.. jimin gave it to me. He told me if I needed anything, I could.. get it from you.”

His gaze was piercing holes in your face.

“Umh? Then what is it you want?”

His words made your heart ache a little.

“Well.. I.. just wanted to check up on you. That’s all.”

You couldn’t tell if your words had any impact on him. His expression was stoic. His grip suddenly tightened around your wrist.

“Y/n.. tell me. Who was it that day, huh?”

You squinted your eyes in question.

“Who..?”

“That.. boy. At your apartment. Who was he?” You could feel his breath fan all over your face.

You opened your mouth when it finally dawned upon you. “That boy at my door that day? He’s my brother.. why?”

His eyes widened.

“What? Your brother..?”

“Yeah. Actually, my step brother. That’s why we don’t look alike at all.”

Taehyung released your wrist from the death grip it was in; demeanor loosening up a bit.

“Oh..”

“Why, what happened?” You asked, still confused.

“Nothing..” He pulled you in for a hug.

A relief washed over him.

“I missed you.”

You thought your heart would burst any moment when his familiar scent engulfed you. His hot breath on your neck. His arms. Ah.. his strong arms squeezed you like they’d never let go of you.

You closed your eyes, tightening the grip around his waist.

It’s just a hug, your brain retorted.

A harmless, friendly hug.

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husband! jimin x reader

including other members as the story progresses

—𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯?

—𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴⚠️: 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ

The chilly wind outside the cafe rustled the pale leaves on trees, making some of them fly with it.

You adjusted the thick scarf around your neck as the wind hit the window with a rather hard blow.

Fall was on its peak this time of the year.

And the pumpkin spice latte in front of you got cooler by the second.

"I guess he's gonna be late." Sarah said as she glanced down at her wrist watch.

Your hand stopped around the spoon as the reality hit you like Jungkook's truck.

There was no use waiting.

"I gotta go." she leaned in to place a kiss on your temple, lips moisturized against the cold skin of your face.

"Take care. And text me as soon as you reach there."

You walked her off to the door of the cafe, waving excitedly at her retreating form.

When she was finally out of sight, your shoulders slumped back.

He didn't come.

—

You had no ride back home so you just decided to stroll around till you finally reach home.

The cold was unbearable.

Dead leaves scrunched under the thick soles of your new sports shoes. You pressed your palms against the coziness of your maroon sweater, trying but failing to stop the shiver in them.

He couldn't come.

You consoled your heart. Probably stuck in an important meeting or something. Yes. He had a meeting with his shareholders. Wait, wasn't it the next week?

As you were drowning in your own thoughts, a car came rushing towards you, blinding your eyes with the pale orange headlights.

It was only when the driver switched the lights off did you realize it wasn't a car.

It was a truck.

"Hey!" Jungkook screamed in your direction, waving for you to come over.

You couldn't help but giggle at the sight in front of you. Jungkook and his truck had always been a mood-lifter.

You felt like a true survivor after having lost in an island for a month.

So you almost ran towards the passenger seat, completely ignoring his open arms for you. He pouted. You laughed.

—

"So, Mrs Park. What the heck were you doing out in this cold, huh?"

You giggled at the use of heck in his question. You had strictly prohibited him from saying the word "fuck". So now he used heck in like, his every sentence.

"Just... strolling around, y'know?"

"Weird flex.. but okay."

You rolled your eyes as he turned a corner. The truck was warm and the seats were comfy.

"Where's felix?" you asked out of the blue. Surely you were missing any kind of warmth in this cold weather.

"Right behind your seat. Sleeping." He pointed towards your back with his gloved hand.

You grinned as you turned around, only to see a small cat tucked in a blanket in a basket. You carefully took it out of the basket, leaving the blanket wrapped around it.

You cooed as you played with the fur around its big ears.

You mentally corrected yourself. Jungkook, the truck and felix were always a mood-lifter.

Jungkook grinned, his bunny teeth showing at the sight of you hugging the cat. He enjoyed seeing how your face was buried in the warm fur of the living thing affectionately.

His own hand went out to play with the fur. And your disheveled hair. You groaned, but accepted the little warmth that his fingers provided.

It was crazy how he could tell what you needed at all times.

"Home's here."

He announced, causing you to finally release felix from your tight grip.

"Ugh. Thanks kook."

You got out of the car. And so did jungkook. Who finally got to hug; more like squeeze your small cold frame.

"See you later."

You waved at him, who disappeared into the dark.

—

Your husband of 2 months was lying on the couch as you entered your shared mansion.

Soda bottles lay scattered on the wooden table along with his suede shoes. You were expecting something more convincing than this.

"You didn't come tonight."

You were taking off your shoes when he lifted his head up to look at you.

"Where?"

His face was expressionless.

"To the cafe. I told you so many times."

"Heh. I forgot."

He deadpanned.

You frowned.

"How could you forget? My only sister is going abroad and she wanted to see the both of us before leaving."

Jimin scoffed. He got up from the couch and walked towards you. His gaze was a piercing one.

You took a step back, then another, till your back was pressed to the wall. A cold shiver ran down your spine when his palms landed on the wall beside your face. He smirked.

"Sure hugging jungkook made it easier, huh?"

Your pupils dilated at his question.

"What? It's not about hi-"

"It's not. But it can be."

His tone was dark. Expression stern; and eyes lidded with anger.

"J-jimin..."

You didn't dare speak a word after that. You were a shivering mess under his watchful gaze. A tear rolled down one of your warm cheeks.

"Better take him with you if you're gonna touch him like that in public."

He spit in your face before disappearing in his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

—

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𝑬𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑪 | 𝑷𝑱𝑴

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ: sʜᴀʀᴅs

TW: BLOOD

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

They hurt you and then act like you hurt them

You wake up to a smiling jimin already staring back at you. His round eyes are a reflection of his heart, full of love and adoration for you.

You hum in satisfaction, the tips of your fingers tracing the smooth skin of his jaw. His hand cups yours and his lips kiss your fingertips one by one.

"I can't wait to get married to you." He nuzzles his nose in your palm as he confesses.

"Neither can I." Your words are whispered into his mouth as his lips capture yours in a soft kiss.

Your morning breaths collide, and neither of you bother about it. It was the perfect way to start your mornings, and you couldn't wait to wake up to your favorite person everyday for the rest of your life.

—

You woke up to a heavily pounding head, and a red hot face. Last night was spent crying in the pillow like a 3 year old.

You tried getting out of your cozy bed, but failed. Your legs felt wobbly, like they were carved out of jelly.

You groaned. It was 10 am. And you were a bit too late to go to work.

The slippers squeaked against the tiled floor as you made your way to the kitchen. Fridge was pretty much empty, despite for some eggs and milk. You managed to cook yourself an omlete with some coffee.

Better take him with you...

A cold shiver ran down your spine as you could almost hear jimin's voice ring in your ears. It repeated itself like a Monday morning alarm.

if you're gonna touch him like that.

You snatched your messy hair in tiny fists. A growl left your chapped lips as his voice kept ringing through your head.

Better take him..

If you're gonna touch him—

"Why.." your voice cracked. "Why did I let him hug me?"

You sniffled and rubbed the back of your hand against your watery nose.

You pushed your body up and on your feet. Legs still wobbly, you managed to reach yours and jimin's shared bedroom. You unconsciously knocked at the door, then stopped yourself.

Why the fuck were you knocking?

You entered the room, which was a whole lot mess. You gasped. Broken perfume bottles, shattered glass bits of which were scattered everywhere.

You crouched down to collect the tiny shards of sharp glass from the ground, careful not to cut yourself. He must be really mad at you, for doing all of this.

The analogue clock in the room was ticking by the second, making you anxious for no reason. Well, there was a reason.

One of your hands clutched your sweater over your chest, while the other shakily collected glass. And then there was blood.

Thick red blood drops dripped from your finger, making your head spin.

In your peripheral vision, you could make out a figure coming out of the bathroom.

"Jimin." you muttered, and he hurried to take you into his arms.

"Jagi.. what's this?" He was talking about your finger.

He took your hand in his, guiding it to his parted lips. His lips wrapped around your finger as he sucked it clean.

He helped you get up on your feet and sit on the couch. First aid box was found lying in one of the cupboards. Jimin treated your cut with antiseptics and wrapped a clean cloth around it.

When his eyes finally met yours, you croaked out a faint "I'm sorry." His eyes visibly softened at your exhausted state. And your tears.

His hand came forward to wipe away the stray tears from your lidded eyes.

"It wasn't your fault. No." He shook his head.

"I-i overreacted."

You looked down at your fingers intertwined into each other, like twigs originating from the same branch. And it was enough for you to heave a sigh of relief.

At the end of the day, this was all that mattered. Jimin was by your side, looking at you with such love in his eyes that you thought was possible only in books. Your eyes mirrored his.

And then you two were kissing.

Your hands fisted in his silk hair as he muttered sweet nothings in your mouth. His tongue gently devoured yours as you sank back into the couch.

A sigh left your throat.

Jimin's weight pushed you into the soft pillows beneath and his firm chest put warm pressure on yours.

"God, I'm so sorry for hurting you, y/n."

His piercing gaze was back. Only this time, it was remorseful. Sad.

You shook your head.

"It's okay, jimin. I trust you."

His lips brushed against yours.

"I love you, y/n."

You moaned against his thick lips that tasted like your favorite drug. He bit on your quivering bottom lip, sucking.

"Love you too," you moaned against his dominating mouth again and again. Til he could believe you meant it.

His sinful lips trailed from your neck to your ear, biting on your earlobe harshly till you let out a stifled moan.

"If you love me so much... then.." He breathed out heavily.

".. then stay away from jungkook."

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𝐸𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐶 | 𝑃𝐽𝑀 (m)

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ : ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɴᴇ

Taehyung smirked.

"You look surprised, y/n."

You gulped; cheeks aflame at the sight of the man.

"Wha.. what are you doing here?"

Suddenly, you realised the bareness of your back and began zipping your dress; struggling. You almost flinched when you felt his long fingers thrum on the skin of your back, helping you pull the zipper up.

"I just came by to meet jimin."

His hot breath on your neck caused you to let out a shivering sigh. He backed away.

"Just ..uh.. checking up on him."

You couldn't hold eye contact with him; not after what had just taken place. You sucked in a sharp breath.

"What.. what the fuck was that about?"

He sighed, closing the small distance between you two; till he was towering over you. You were practically caged between his taut chest and the island. You let out a gasp.

"What do you think?"

His warm breath spread all over your face and ear, sprinkling a deep red colour on them. You looked up at him, and the proximity had your breath hitched in your throat.

"Please... tell me it was a mistake, taehyung. A stupid damn mistake."

Your eyes were gleaming with hope, as if expecting a valid justification from his side. Meanwhile, he sighed heavily; eyes shutting closed. He shook his head.

"I..i wish I could tell you that."

His deep voice would've calmed you down, had he not just said what he did.

"What do you mean? I... I don't understand."

Feigning obliviousness in situations like these sure helps, a lot actually. But only for a few seconds. Only till taehyung opened his mouth to utter his next words.

"I.. I think I..." He groaned, palming his forehead. "I think I like you, y/n."

Silence.

For a good whole minute.

Your mouth opened and then closed; longing to say something to break the suffocating silence, but not knowing what to. You rubbed your clammy hands against your thighs; wanting nothing more than for the floor to swallow you whole.

"Y/n, look at me, okay?"

Taehyung's hand shook your shoulders slightly, breaking your chain of thoughts.

You scoffed.

You tried pulling his hand away, but you felt weak, vulnerable even.

"Look, Taehyung. I....i don't give a fuck about what you feel, alright? I'm married for fuck's sakes."

Instead of backing away, taehyung practically pressed his body against yours, fingers climbing up your neck to settle on your nape. You looked up at him; eyes wide.

"I know.. but I can't help it. I just.. can't."

"And that's not my problem." You retorted.

He bit his lip hard.

"Don't act like you don't feel the same way."

You frowned; his face was centimetres away from yours.

"I... don't. I don't feel anything."

He leaned in even more, till you could smell the menthol in his breath.

"What about now?"

You shook your head, lips almost brushing against his in the process.

"Fuck.." Taehyung muttered, feeling his lips against his fingertips.

"You're a stubborn one, aren't you?"

You both just stood there, breathing the thick air with difficulty. The heel of his shoe was thumping on the tiled floor as he bounced his leg nervously. Only then did you have a good look at the man. He was clad in a long black blazer and dark pants, flipping his perms once in a while. You shuddered.

"Fine, I'll get going then." Taehyung announced, gaze shifting to look into your eyes.

You nodded awkwardly, fixing the hem of your dress.

"Don't tell jimin about today. It'll be our little secret, understood?"

You nodded again.

—

Jimin traced his fingers along your hair soothingly, causing a yawn to leave your mouth. You couldn't keep up with the movie being played as your mind kept drifting back to the interesting events of the day.

The way taehyung touched you in places only jimin does...

A cold shiver ran down your spine at the thought of him groping your breast. The way that little action had turned you on so much made you feel shameful; and shameless.

"Y/n.. what happened?" Jimin's voice pulled you out of reverie.

"Huh?" You looked up at his face.

He gently wiped your cheeks with his palms.

"Why are you crying?"

Fuck. You didn't realise you had tears running down your cheeks.

"Uh.. nothing. It's the movie."

He let out a chuckle.

"It's literally a romance movie, babe."

"Exactly."

You bit down on your lip, tears welling up in your eyes.

You suddenly palmed him over his shorts, causing him to gasp out loud. You moved your palm along his length, making him grow under your fingers.

"I-i've missed you, jimin."

He groaned.

"Is that why you were crying, huh? 'Cause you missed my cock so much?"

You nodded, leaning in to kiss him over his shorts.

"I missed all of you."

He was a sweaty, whimpering mess above; gripping your hair in a tight fist. You looked up at him.

"Jimin.. please fuck me. Fuck me till I forget everthing. Till I lose my mind."

He groaned, squeezing your breast in his palm; the same one that taehyung had groped that very morning.

"Fuck.. How can I ever say no to that?"

-

𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎..

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𝐸𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐶 | 𝑃𝐽𝑀

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴ : sɪɴᴋ

warning: smut

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sɪx

There, standing in the doorway with the biggest bouquet of flowers you had ever seen, was Kim Taehyung.

"Ah.." you finally lifted your jaw that had dropped unintentionally at the sight of the man. "Come in, please."

You got aside to give him the space he needed. Instead of walking into the house however, he crouched down to untie his shoe laces first.

"No, it's alright. I haven't cleaned the place anyway." You tried to be polite but he was too damn quick.

"This is for you, y/n-ssi." He was talking about the bouquet that was still resting in his clammy hands.

You raised your eyebrow, confused.

"For me?"

He chuckled while running his fingers through the perms in his dark hair.

"Beautiful flowers for the beautiful lady."

You blushed scarlet, finally taking the heavy bouquet from his hands, and thanking him.

"Make yourself comfy. I'll drag jimin from upstairs."

You caught taehyung's playful wink directed your way as you walked up the stairs, the sound of your flip flops echoing through the walls of the apartment.

"Jimin?" You called out his name, searching for him in the master bedroom, like he were a little toy. When there was no response at all, you assumed he must be in the shower. So you knocked on the glass door several times.

"Jiminah.. taehyung's here."

The door creaked opened, finally, but you felt yourself being dragged inside with a sudden strong force, also known as jimin's arms. (yum)

"What the hell?" You opened your eyes wide, head spinning at the sudden movement.

Your husband had his strong arms wrapped around your shoulders as he looked deeply into your eyes. Your heartbeat plummeted at the sight of his wet, bare chest pressed against yours.

"Jimin, what are you-"

You cut yourself off when your eyes suddenly shifted downwards. His cock was pressed against his stomach; rock hard and painful. You gasped audibly.

"Y/n.. can we..?"

His deep voice had your pussy walls quivering around thin air. You watched as his cock twitched when your hand accidentally came in contact with it. Fuck.

"B-but taehyung is d-"

"Fuck him. I-i want to be inside you."

His round eyes were pleading, begging you to give in. And so was your thin underwear, that was practically sticking to your skin.

"I'm so wet."

You whimpered out as your hand wrapped around his thick length. Jimin whined at the sudden contact, his eyeballs rolling back.

You began pumping his cock, brushing past all his pleasure points that you remembered like the back of your hand. The other hand went to play with his heavy balls, eliciting loud whines and moans from his pretty little mouth.

God, how you loved it when you dominated him.

His whines only got louder as you pumped him on and on. Thick precum had collected on the pink head of his dick, making the movement even more smooth and slippery.

"Y-you need to lower down your voice, baby. Taehyung might hear us."

You said, fingers working even faster around him.

Instead of whining at your authoritative tone like you had expected him to, jimin let out a frustrated growl. One of his hands collected your hair in a makeshift ponytail, tugging on it. You let out a moan.

"Why do you care about that taehyung so much, huh?"

Your eyes widened as you were caught off guard. Was he being...jealous?

"Lean against the sink. I wanna fuck that pussy raw." His raspy command had you clenching your thighs as you obliged him word to word.

Sweat poured out of jimin's already wet body at the sight of you slightly bent against the sink. Your maroon undies were visible under the hoodie that you stole from him. One of his hands settled on your ass cheek, rubbing the soft skin.

"Mhm.. fucking seductress."

Your undies got thrown on the bathroom floor in haste as jimin teased your sensitive parts with his cock. You were the one whining now, begging to be filled up.

"Ah..fucking get inside me."

Your voice was barely above a whisper, trying hard not to moan out loud because of your guest downstairs. But jimin was having none of it.

"Scream my name if you wanna get fucked, babygirl." His hands fisted in your hair again.

"Jimin.." you whimpered pleadingly.

He scoffed. His fist tugged on your hair harder, causing you to finally scream out his name.

"Fuck.. please jimin."

"That's a good girl." He smirked against your earlobe, as his dick slammed into you without a warning.

He didn't give you a second to adjust to his size as he abused your walls ruthlessly. It wasn't his fastest pace, but it was enough for you to scream in pleasure. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you kept chanting his name like a spell. The squeaky sounds of his cock thrusting into your fuckhole had you swearing out loud.

"Mhm.. that's right baby. Scream my name. I want taehyung to know how thirsty you are for my cock."

You almost couldn't hear jimin over the immense pleasure coursing through your body. He kept hitting your sweet spot, one that made you beg for more, just because it felt that good.

"God.. I hope taehyung can hear what a dirty slut you're being."

Jimin said, landing his hand on your ass cheek with a loud thud. It stung. But then it felt good too, making you cry out loud.

"I saw how he was looking at you yesterday, y/n." He spanked you again, this time harder.

"He never looks at anyone that way."

"Jiminah.." you cried out as he spanked you yet again, leaving your skin red and painful.

"I think he's got a thing for you, baby."

Spank.

Your eyes watered at the feeling. Though it was supposed to sting, it aroused you in so many ways. You were so damn close.

"What a slut. Enjoying your punishment like that, huh?" Jimin groaned out, landing another spank.

"I-i'm so close."

You could barely balance yourself on your feet anymore. Jimin was supporting you from behind as you squirted all over his dick. He came after you, spilling his seed, thick and warm, inside you.

You both stood there in each other's arms, chests heaving together. Jimin rubbed your ass cheek in order to soothe the pain away.

"Kaja.." he muttered in your ear.

"Let's face taehyung now."

—

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚏 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎" 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 :(

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𝑬𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑪 | 𝑷𝑱𝑴

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: ɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ

Trust.

It's a big word.

You know what else is big? Your husband's dick.

But that doesn't mean you'd trust him, right?

Of course not.

But you do. You trust your husband. Not because he has a big dick or something, but because you love him too much. You were in too deep, which meant you'd do anything to gain back his trust.

Be it running errands for him, or just simply staying away from your step brother, jungkook.

-

You were naked in bed when the first rays of sunshine hit your face. You squinted your eyes to adjust to the dim brightness of the room.

There, peacefully sleeping beside you was the light of your life. Your husband.

You could almost chuckle at how soft his features looked in his sleep. Nobody would ever believe the positions he tried on you last night, if they saw him snoring like a baby.

You were still sore from last night's activities. Your lower abdomen throbbed with pain and you tried to soothe it with your warm fingers. But to no use.

You dragged yourself to the bathroom and brushed your teeth. You felt like throwing up.

Could it be..? No.

You put a hand over your mouth as the strange thought crossed your mind. Jimin didn't get you pregnant, did he?

So you decided to take a pregnancy test, while you tried to remember if you guys used protection last night. Well, jimin was busy finding something in the left drawer.

The results were negative.

You sighed, placing a hand over your heart. You felt stupid for thinking he'd do something like that. When you got out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your body, your husband was awake.

His eyes roamed around till he found your frame leaning against the bathroom door. He smirked, his eyes visibly darkening by the second.

"Yeobo.." You sucked in a breath as his raspy voice echoed in the bedroom.

You clenched your thighs together as you could feel the liquid warmth beginning to build between your legs.

Just his gaze on you was enough for sweat to pour out on your tanned skin, even with the AC on full blast.

"Jimin.."

You surprised yourself with the tone of your voice, which sounded desperate even to your own ears.

"You're getting late for work."

He sighed, considering the fact that you were right. He got up and put on his night shirt, meanwhile you took out his work clothes for him.

-

The sky was slowly fading into a mush of dim colours.

You took a kitten lick of your vanilla cone ice cream, that threatened to melt away in your warm hands.

You were feeling extra lively today, like the weather had infused a new buzz into you, a new life.

You sighed. The pregnancy test. Now of course you were glad you weren't pregnant yet. You were too young for that. And were still trying to pursue a career in fashion.

But something about having jimin's kids made your insides clench warmly. The possibility of you carrying his baby one day made your heart soar.

You didn't realize your ice cream had disappeared until someone patted on your shoulder.

You turned around.

"Seems like someone's in a great mood today."

"Kook.."

He grinned.

You looked down at his feet.

"My ice cream. Fuck."

You bent down to somehow fix his ice-cream-damaged-shoes with the small tissue paper in your hand.

"Yes, baby girl. Fuck."

You caught his wide smirk and rolled your eyes to the back of your head. You got up and kicked him in the shin.

"Ow! Y'know it hurts noona."

"Uh huh?"

You cooed at the cute frown on his face.

"And you haven't been picking up my calls lately. What's the matter?"

"You were disturbing me at work."

"So can we get a coffee maybe? It's been long since we hung out."

"Y'know what? I'd rather not. I.."

You looked guiltily at his face for a while.

"I have other plans."

"Oh, is Mr Park taking you out somewhere?" He smirked while elbowing you.

"Y-yeah. And stop calling him that."

"Can I at least drop you home?"

His provocative pout was back.

You rolled your eyes.

"Fine."

-

You entered your home carefully, tiptoeing while looking around.

"Phew." You heaved a sigh of relief. He wasn't home.

You sat on the couch with a glass of water, that felt chilled against your tongue, giving you goose bumps.

"Shit. I need warm water." You whined, beginning to get up.

"May I get it for you?"

You stilled.

Then turned around in haste.

Jimin was smiling at you with that classic crooked smile of his, charming as ever.

You thought you'd lost your tongue with the way he was gazing at you.

Seducer.

"S-sure." You managed to get your tongue to use.

You watched his back as he disappeared in the kitchen. He was still wearing the maroon shirt you picked out for him this morning.

"Here you go."

He returned. With the glass of water as he promised.

And a glass of wine for himself.

"My eyes are up here, sweetie."

Your cheeks reddened as you removed your eyes from his shirt. It fit him perfectly.

"I know."

You took a long sip of the warm water, emptying the contents of the glass into your parched mouth.

"So.." Jimin started, swinging the wine in his hand.

"I heard you met jungkook today."

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𝑬𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑪 | 𝑷𝑱𝑴

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀ : ᴛᴏᴇs

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

You choked on the mouthful of water. How did he know?

"I know, because I saw you two today." He said, gazing into nothingness.

You looked at him like he had grown a horn. Could he read your mind now?

"I'm.."

You sucked in a breath. Seemed like you needed more warm water all of a sudden.

"Y/n."

His voice was like satin on glass. You could feel goose bumps all over your exposed skin.

"Y-yeah?"

"Am I not enough for you?"

You gulped and the whole room could hear it. Jimin didn't spare a glance your way, he just kept gazing at something.

Nothing.

"O-of course you're enough."

His jaw clenched a little at your words. He swirled his wine glass again and took a long sip.

Placing the glass on the table with a thud, he got up abruptly, and you watched his every move; clueless. His eyes never met yours. His gaze was intense, burning, cold, but sadly, it wasn't directed towards you.

"I'll be in my room, y/n. Come up when you can say those words without stuttering."

-

You had been gazing at your feet for an hour now.

Your second toe was a little longer than the first toe. You didn't like it. In fact, you hated it.

You hated that jimin was in your shared bedroom doing god-knows-what while you sulked in the living room.

Your mind was an utter mess as you contemplated going up to him.

What if he's still mad?

What if you stutter again?

Finally, you decided to face the devil. You got up on your feet and paddled your way up the stairs.

You took in a sharp breath as you turned the knob on the wooden door.

His eyes met yours as soon as the door creaked opened. You breathed out.

"I'll talk to you later."

Jimin told whoever he was on call with.

You took a step inside, then another, till you were standing by the bed, where jimin was sprawled.

"Y/n, you're here."

He didn't look at you, he was trying not to look at you. His gaze was still stern, but it had lost its intimidation.

Seeing as his mood was much better than earlier, you slowly sat down at the edge of the matress, the bed creaking as you did so. Unlike him, your eyes were trained all over him;

his body, his fiddling hands, clenched jaw, and stern face.

"I'm sorry."

You blurted out.

He scoffed.

"What are you even apologising for?"

"Uh.. I-i don't know. I'm just sorry for not listening to you."

When he didn't reply, you continued.

"Sorry...for meeting jungkook when you clearly told me not to."

He didn't look at you, but you could tell that his eyes had softened a tad bit. Even if he had this hard shell all over him, his eyes always gave him away.

You leaned in to place your lips, moist and tender, on his jaw. He let out a soft sigh at the touch.

"Sorry for making you feel like you're not enough for me."

You leaned back to examine his features under the soft lighting of the bedroom.

"Because you are. And I'm sorry for-"

He didn’t let you finish as his lips came crashing against yours, causing you to gasp against his lips. You moaned softly as you tried to kiss him back at the same pace.

One of his hands held the back of your head tightly, while the other landed on your waist, pushing you into him.

"You're forgiven." He breathed against your lips.

You nodded desperately as you seated yourself further on his thighs. You leaned forward to take his upper swollen lip between yours, sucking.

He gasped, pulling you by the hair as he kitten-licked your bottom lip, desperate for entry.

You let his long tongue into your mouth, moaning as you felt it against yours. His tongue felt harsh yet gentle at the same time, and you let yourself be carried away.

He was indeed too good with that flesh.

Both of your hands were planted on his chest for support. His hand on your ass moved up under your shirt to feel the cold skin of your back. You whimpered into his hot mouth still abusing yours.

When you both got breathless, jimin broke the kiss and looked into your deep eyes. You both breathed heavily, faces just centimeters away. You bit your lower lip at how intense his gaze was.

His eyes shifted to your lips when you did that.

"Yeobo.."

He knew you loved it when he called you that. It reminded you that you were his beloved wife, and will always be.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and put your forehead against his.

"Hm..?"

He held one of your hands in his and kissed it gently.

"Get ready. I wanna take you somewhere."

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You and jimin both walked downstairs after cleaning up and getting changed. Jimin walked towards his friend and greeted him like he normally did, with bro hugs and shiz.

Instead of sitting with the guys however, you headed to the little kitchenette just in front of where they were seated. You were  h u n g r y. You realised that sex always made you hungrier for some reason.

Your beaten eggs lay neglected in the bowl, looking up at your miserable state. You were pretty sure your ears were a bright red colour, easily visible from a distance.

As you continued preparing the omlette, you caught taehyung's eyes for a fleeting moment. Unlike him, you quickly broke the eye contact, looking down at the mess of vegetables on the cutting board.

Now you felt like a pussy for being so obviously nervous.

When the 'breakfast' was ready, you put it on a dish and served it along with grape wine, just because.

You sat beside jimin, a little far away on purpose. Even you didn't know the logic here, but you believed that precautions were gold.

If taehyung heard anything embarrassing from before, he chose not to mention it.

"Ah.. looks appetising," he chirped, cutting himself a slice of the pancake while looking at you with a sincere smile plastered on his face.

For a moment you thought he was talking about you, and that made your cheeks flush deep red.

Jimin, as if sensing your discomfort, patted the seat beside him.

"Why are you sitting there? Come here, jagi."

You, obviously, obliged. Now seated a little too close to your husband, his hands were all over you; on your thigh, your shoulder, feeding you bits and chunks of the food etc.

Your eyes landed on taehyung once in a while, as if making sure he didn't mind the little PDA going on here. But thankfully, he seemed to be more interested in the food, and was probably wondering what you had done to make the omlettes so fluffy.

Meanwhile jimin's fingers thrummed on your waist, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked at him and immediately regretted it.

His face was just a few centimetres away from yours, dark eyes looking at you like you were a piece of meat. But it was his tongue— sweeping over his thick red lips, that caught your attention.

He was obviously horny, and you knew why. Usually sex lasted for about an hour, or sometimes two, between you two. Quickies were not enough to satiate his hunger, and you could relate.

You just wanted his naked body pressed to yours till you passed out in bed. And the peaceful sleep that followed, too, was something to crave fo—

"Mhm..mhmm.."

Taehyung coughed loudly, deliberately, pulling you two out of your invisible, lusty bubble.

Jimin's hand, however, never left your waist. A sense of closeness, that made you feel warm inside.

"I know you both are hopelessly in love with each other, but some of us are still single so..."

You and jimin giggled at taehyung's words. You wondered if that was how single people thought of you two. As being 'hopelessly in love'?

"Then don't be single taehyungah. We'll find you a girl." jimin reassured the lost single af puppy, whose face lit up at his words.

"Jinja?" He beamed.

"I like tall girls, with milky skin. And.. and with a great sense of fashion. Just like y/n."

Your cheeks flushed at his flattering words. Did taehyung really think of you as his ideal girl?

Hearing him say that, jimin's hold tightened around your waist, to the point where it almost felt suffocating. You felt his soft lips on your cheek bone, and your eyes widened. He kissed you so gently, yet so protectively, you felt like he owned you.

Meanwhile taehyung's eyes shone with a thousand emotions swimming in them; eyes set on your widened ones.

When jimin broke the kiss, he was smirking while looking into your confused orbs. He shook his head slightly.

"There's no one like y/n."

—

"There's no one like taehyung."

You tried convincing your best friend, Nayeon, who just yawned at your efforts.

You frowned, finding it extremely weird that she would not show any interest in a guy, when she was the one always talking about them.

You were sitting at a coffee place by the street; light snowfall had started outside. Your friend took a long slurp of her machiato, her gaze fixed on her brand new phone.

"I'm not interested in your..taehyun guy." 

She pointed towards the photos of the said guy you had saved on your phone.

You scoffed.

"It's taehyung. And seriously? What is it now?"

When it came to making bad decisions, your best friend topped the charts.

She smirked, wiggling her fingers in front of your face and making a 'mhmm mm' sound to create suspense. It was then when your gaze fell on a shiny stone on her ring finger.

Is that..?

"I'm engaged." She chirped out, looking at the shiny diamond with adoring eyes.

"You're... OH SHUT UP."

You didn't realise you'd screamed out the last words. Not until people in the cafe started giving you weird looks.

"You're fucking engaged? To whom?"

You whispered this time. Because precautions are gold.

"Umm.. remember the guy I told you about? The one from work?"

You turned the wheels in your head, but nothing seemed to work.

"Just tell me."

"The nerd guy."

You frowned, trying different versions of his name on your tongue till you got the right one. Your eyes widened immediately.

"Kim Namjoon?"

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When jimin said he wanted to take you out somewhere, you thought it would be to a romantic restaurant for dinner... not to his childhood best friend's place, who had just recently moved to Seoul.

"Is this alright?" You asked, coming out of the changing room.

You were wearing a backless long dress, fidgeting under jimin's hawk-like gaze.

"If you're trying to get into his pants, then yes." He smirked, cutting the distance between you two.

"What do you mean?" You frowned, trying to suppress the furious blush on your cheeks from his words.

"I mean.." he trailed on, tracing his fingers along the skin of your bare back.

"This."

You shuddered at the feel of his cold finger and hot breath. He could probably feel the vibrations when he placed his moist lips on your shoulder, pecking.

"Only I have the right to see you in this beautiful dress."

The gaze he directed towards you after that told you to go change. And so you did.

Finally settling in a mid-thigh-long skirt and a cozy turtleneck sweater, you sat in the passenger seat of jimin's Ford.

The engine revved to life as you stared out the window. The blurred street lights looked pleasant to watch while you hummed along to the song playing on the radio. You decided to write your name with the precipitation you made by breathing on the window.

The squeaky sounds of your finger working on it caught your husband's attention. He chuckled as he let a glance your way.

"Hey! Don't ruin the windows. I just got the plastic changed yesterday."

It was your turn to chuckle as you smacked him on the shoulder.

"Focus on driving. You might get us killed."

Jimin smiled as he looked forward. But his smile got a li'l creepy as his right hand landed on your bare thigh, pressing into the flesh. You let out a loud sigh at the feeling of his cold fingers massaging the skin there. You continued making weird faces on the window, trying to cut the inevitable tension in the air.

-

"You never told me your friend was..well.. this rich."

You both got out of the car and walked towards the iron gate in front of the mansion.

"I mean..he is the CEO of a rival company so..."

Your mouth was agape as you looked at a smirking jimin by your side. He patted on your back when the gates opened automatically and you both walked in. The main door of the big house got unlocked as a rather handsome man appeared, wearing an apron.

You couldn't help but notice that you had seen him somewhere before.

"Anyeonghaseyo." The man greeted and jimin pulled him in for a so-called 'bro hug'.

You watched in awe as the two best friends met after such a long time. When they were both done with their giggling and gushing, the man's eyes landed on you. He extended his hand for a handshake.

"I'm Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."

You smiled as you shook his warm hand.

-

You and jimin were sat on the living room couch as taehyung chatted with you two, all the while being busy cooking in the kitchenette. Steam filled the kitchen, and smell of delicious food filled your nostrils.

"Taehyung, you didn't need to cook yourself, y'know." Jimin shrugged, sympathising with the poor guy who was busy coughing up steam.

"Aneyo. My best friend was coming. That too, with his beautiful wife. Of course I had to cook."

You blushed and looked at jimin, who just narrowed his eyes at you.

"You and beautiful?" He mouthed at you, feigning doubt . You frowned, playfully hitting him on the back.

The food was finally ready, and taehyung served it with an expensive wine to give the whole dinner a fancy vibe. The pasta he made was finger-lickin' good. So good that you got yourself another plate even though you were on a strict diet.

"You know..." you started, putting more pasta on your plate. "It's quite interesting you both are this close in real life... well..considering the fact that you're rivals at work."

Taehyung and jimin chuckled at the same time when they heard you. The host spoke up, smirking. "As a matter of fact, we're men as well. And we don't intermingle work with our personal lives, Y/N-ssi."

You nodded, impressed with all the reasoning. The whole dinner was turning out to be a lot more fun than you had expected. And taehyung and you had a lot in common too.

"So y/n, what do you do for a living?" He asked, taking a sip of the Chardonnay.

"Um.. I'd not say I do it for a living yet, but, I'm really into fashion.. yeah."

He seemed quite impressed with your answer, judging by the way he was looking at you; lips forming a partial smirk.

"Very well. I myself am a big fashion freak. Have you heard of Gucci?"

You laughed when he quirked his eyebrows at you in question. He couldn't be serious, right?

"Duh?! Why do you ask?"

"Well.." he adjusted the wire-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I'm one of the global ambassadors of that brand."

You choked on the sip of wine you just took. He.. what??!

Jimin smiled apologetically at your surprised— more like shocked state, and placed his hand on your thigh for comfort.

When you finally gulped down the choked up wine, you looked back at taehyung, whose eyes were trained on your thigh where jimin's hand was pressing into your flesh.

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